dancin_n_da_moonlite
on america The Beautiful by Stacy Stewart
3 Jan 2005, 9:40 AM
nice . . . (i gave it an 8)
-mega
This reminded me of Gacy. With the whole Killing Kids and being a clown thing. I liked it!
Bhaskaryya
on Sitting in a damp refrigerator box, wondering (ODE) Basque by zodiac
3 Jan 2005, 5:55 AM
How is that a Glosa?? Besides, I submitted one!!
i like this . . . u creat vivid images
My wish is that we would allow this planet to be the
beautiful oasis that she is, and allow ourselves to live more in the peace that she generates.
There is quite a bit there. I'd like to see some stanza breaks.
And as one example, you tell me "my old feeble body" - I rather get that from the rest, or should.
Telling me the same thing several times in standard ways, is not nearly as effective as telling me once - but in a memorable way.
Having said that, I think this is a notch or so above average; some good vocab. It could pretty easily be more - might even be a two or more poems in here.
To answer your first question: I did. I sang them because I was taught, and I still think my parents were right to teach them. They said their world was going to the dogs, and it wasn't near as bad as mine in regard to the moral issues they and you are complaining about. Still I sing Peace on Earth, Good Will to Men, because it's right and they were right and you are right if you don't lose faith. UNTIL THEN.
This seems a little on the cheap side, dime store playground romance, for the wakefully challenged. I can appreciate the subtleties involved and wouldn't disregard your intention, but thats my feeling. A college ruled notebook letter to bobby, all folded with hearts and junk,shit, .
Have you met crystal lane swift?
Perhaps the lonely colon and the lonely dash might get together and share a tin of - I don't know - cockles and muscles.
I like it because of it's final line. Three dimensional logic is fuckin restrictive, and nothing will cause you more heart ache. Hope is fleeting, happiness fleeting, glory fleeting.. but we can have the time of our lives chasing them down. This is and "we are".
A little over the top for a bird, doncha think? A young oak is not colossal. An allegory maybe.
By Verse 4 you finally got to saying what you think is wrong, which is pretty well put. The rest is a rant, and not very interesting.
Could do without Verse 5, otherwise pretty good. Sounds like Satin talking.
Don't get it.
You make it sound like a pastoral scene in Tennessee where suckling calves bump into each other as they slide on the icy grass and their mothers take them in tow.
Hey, I like this guy. He and I could sing a couple of good old country songs togther. "He Stopped Loving Her Today," "Didn't Know God Made Honky Tonk Angels" and the like. Was he drinking an American Brew? I prefer a dark beer myself with plenty of salty nuts.
very good my friend. sad but true isn't it?
Ah! There's nothing like getting your little head to pop one off first thing in the morning to let you know you're still alive.