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darby pyn on Worth by Dovina 25 Jul 2005, 3:59 PM
I enjoyed this very much. 8
ALChemy on Worth by Dovina 26 Jul 2005, 1:48 AM
A little punctuation problem but it sounds good. I'm not sure you need "of a coin" in verse 3. You did a good job of avoiding sounding like a tree hugger.
INTRANSIT on some deleted poem 26 Jul 2005, 6:25 AM
aside from the -an, I'd say perfect.
INTRANSIT on Jennifer won the war. by darby pyn 26 Jul 2005, 6:29 AM
Monster.
You should have made it a poem, it would have been excellent!
ALChemy on some deleted poem 24 Jul 2005, 9:58 AM
Death is not there until it happens. This poem is about dying presumably from a high fall. I believe there is a difference. Had you written about the noises the body makes while decomposing (Gases trumpeting out our orifices or maggots tap dancing on our bones )I might have said yes death does sing. But not everyone dies with a splat so you don't always get your song. I saw "sutured woodwind" as the jaw of a corpse sewn together expelling gas with a toot. The words sound good but the poem as a whole disappoints me.
ALChemy on some deleted poem 24 Jul 2005, 10:17 AM
As previously stated "rotates a swirl" is redundant and in addition "Green gleaming blue flash" is just plain ridiculous. Put a comma in there or be annihilated by the paradox you have created in this Haiku.
Stephen Robins on Worth by Dovina 25 Jul 2005, 11:26 AM
I see from this poem that you are still a terribly wounded ditch pig.
Stephen Robins on My Golden Birthday by jessicazee 25 Jul 2005, 11:28 AM
A terrible ripple of bottom fat on an otherwise blemish-free nappy.
If gayness could be reduced to its raw intrinsic matter and then condensed into some form of compound it would be a potion on which you would daily have gorged until your bottom was as dilated as a blue whales snatch.
Stephen Robins on THE HANDS OF THE CLOCK by prettyktm 25 Jul 2005, 11:32 AM
Richard Whiteley once told me to fuck off. I think he meant the message to be passed on to you from beyond the grave.
It all began with Jon Jonsson, who came from Wisconsin, and worked in a graveyard there. Whether late at night or in broad daylight, he asked himself this thing: where did it start and where will it end and how will we know which is which? Day after day and year after year he asked, until one day he passed. In his pocket they found a note that said 'put this on my stone: It all began with Jon Jonsson'.
INTRANSIT on Worth by Dovina 25 Jul 2005, 4:33 PM
And it's look, rude, unbending, lusty, made me think of myself,.... but not quite.
alllright ALRIGHT!
Don't you think the Romans probably knew what the word meant? And the Middle English? And, personally, I did. -7-
You are childish. This proves it.
"Sucky,sucky. Five dolla. Me so horny. Me love you long time." You gotta love Kubrick.
What is hilarious is how you think his actions have to do with YOU. You are not very good at poetry no matter what you think. I've never liked anything you've written. But what does it matter? you wouldn't like my poetry either. this too, is a bad poem.
Nuit on Stabbed with a Carrot by T. Jonathron Remp 25 Jul 2005, 3:09 AM
7 for the comedy value, and the adverse spiritual affects. You poor soul...!
T. Jonathron Remp on Polar Bearings by impert&ent 25 Jul 2005, 12:54 PM
And out of this egg would come lifegoo suspending quite an enormous young megaturtle