Procreation meets capitalism. BEHOLD THE AMERICAN DREAM MY FELLOWS! Behold the price of gas and the penis based obsessions with guzzling hummers!!! Behold the value of the soul directly equated with the value of our dollar!! Behold our children bred to work, brought about by government approved alcoholic adventures!!! Minds befuddled during fetal formation, only to be further augmented by piss poor education. Amen. GOD BLESS AMERICA!! Seven.

Anybody care for a split heard omelette? Six.

Life as lived is formed by actions whose roots derive directly from thought. Therefor reality is a state which is defined individually from the perspectives of various minds. We simply denote certain attributes to constitute an absolute factual "reality" because many folks share common delusions concerning specific attributes of "reality".

half.italian, Einstein said that mass dictates (warps) the fabric of space, and warps in the fabric of space dictate the motion of massive objects. Very true... Good poem.

Gorgeous! Love the wheat-sack and the vanilla - a horn of plenty.

'brownful' - beautiful. This poem might have been written for me. Was it? Was it?

How quickly can you recite this? I love the skipping beat. It gives the poem a sort of it-might-be-meaningful-but-who-cares feel, almost childish. Makes me think you're the sort of person who says "dah-ling" to everyone you meet.

The darkened hem and the golden swords are beautiful visions. Your image poetry is much better than the less tangible stuff you write. You've got a stop-start rhyme system going on here, I think it would be better with a couple of soft rhymes in the second stanza to give a bit more rhythm. But that could just be me. What are you up to these days?

Great. "Is it sticks or bats, or hearts that beat" is a fabulous line. Did you mean to abandon the rhyme scheme with "cracks"?

How curious.

lol

mmmmm...Zombies! This sounds like me before coffee.

Pretty good flow but ending too soon.

Becoming more like willow than oak is very Dao and very cool. Verse 2 displays drunkenness; please proofread. Verse 5 is a thing I learned 20 years ago. But Verse 6 blows it. The final verse is a disappointment to a good poem. Goals should always be subject to change.

Where the heck is GUD anyway? I liked 20% of it and that's a lot. Be like Homer, I say, write for absolutely no reason at all and try to sell nothing.

GOD YOU SUCK WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE I LIKED IT A LOT

What you need to figure out the correct form of a sestina. fail.

Hi D. i remember cheering for you on your 200th poem, and here I see you've done another 100. Way to go girl. But what is this I read 'Amanda Dcosta has gone to heaven'? LOL. I was highly amused with that statement. Ok... guess its time for Amanda Dcosta to step down from heaven and return to our PR World. You guys have been missing me for long..... Hello everyone... good to see you all. Cheers to PR. I'm back !!!

Am left wondering what this 'what you' is about ...

Interesting.