Way to go, Dovina. The only queen America bows to these days is George Michaels. Kick the Brits ass.

You should sell this to Hallmark. What is it with the self-help poems today....

Not too bad. I thought it said American Shemale thouth....that could be an interesting poem....

Nice, the end did save it.

May I be the first to congratulate you on the depth of your failure and the nonsensical desperation of your attempts to rhyme.

I have composed a poem entitled "Cockring", please compare and contrast its qualities with those of your own: Oh my cockring! Thy constriction does sting, For, to my bellend does cling My genital bling. -=10=-

I can't really give you any advice. Take Macs advice.

ok, made me chuckle a bit.

Forgive me if I blunder in search of the right words to express myself, it is not my intention in any way to confuse you as to my intonation: Your writing resembles a recently discarded jam rag still fresh with lumpy ladies lining. Reading your poems continues to generate the feeling one has recently gargled with effluent whilst wearing a tramp's decomposing skin.

Is it from the dog's pov? The "red on black" line makes me think it's an old dog, and the master needed to kill it as we do with old dogs.

This one I like better than your last one I read...which actually was posted after this one, but...well....never mind, you don't care.

put the other one back up. Bitch.

Pretty not bad - slowly and slow are too close "Remembrance" (spelling). What's it about - murrderrr?

nice with the crows remove all the commas, put a semi after "water" "separate" (spelling) interesting visuals and conclusion - consider changing "crows" to "blackbirds" (because you have "scarecrows" later on and the duplication is unflattering).

better!

"things awry" is a little vague, don't you think - maybe a missed opportunity given the sparseness here. I think its better without that last line, really.

what kind of flower? what makes it appealing? why "a few" - loose that. this tendency to put a descriptor to actions that you've already described (or should by other means) is distracting. Like "hasty" and "Heedlessly". and there's something unsettling about the real-time nature of this - the play-by-play, yet you put "yet unaware [that you trampled over the living]" - that retrospective though process pulls the reader right out of the moment. And really, the action speaks for itself, or could better do so. I think you could make this moment with the little twist (pluck) ending a fairly nice piece with just a little attention to the types of things I just said. Not that I have an advanced degree from an accredited poetry school or anything.

you know...you know... *9*

Haunting. As usual, your language carries it. Don't know if I like the line "what is revealed may not be what is truly there." What is truly there after all?

Dear Sasha, your translation of Russian songs is beautiful! Seems you have Russian roots. But, Krakovyak is Ukranian or Polish dance, not Russian. I doubt that people are drinking vodka at Chechnya, may be wine, and not too much, there are too many Moslems there. The guys from Chechnya never cry:"for Chechnya", they cry : Allakh Akbar. The song chilren are singing is too old to be sung nowadays. All these details are very important. Olya