elitists needs an apostrophe. split wine? There's your daggered words.

A nice comparison. It feels right.

a flame whisper. is this an image of your style? oh the water is drinking from the eyes of the well.

Fall IS the perfect time of year in Tennessee, but to say that it is different, if not for lack of change, brings up images of good ol' boys, a holler an' 'shine.

A nice image - man/woman, moon/sun - long dance before the eclipse when she graciously accepts. How about a line break after anew? And "ill-fated" seems wrong with all we know about orbits. The lunar eclipse was on 10/27/04, and you seem to be talking about a solar eclipse, so why the title?

The lawn christ I did beard with a few gems that were browne as poo poo They shone like his eyes He, to no ones surprise, looked and smelled like a rich migrant jew

"he was so plump and round and i loved him from every angle, and he was my march of time my most effective line he was my helplessness, my fear. Queer how the snarl on his lip endeared right until the end, and i have never known a lie and i have never known a friend, never nothing really until this very moment when, now i know it all, all, all as free and sickening as the fall." Get away with this gay shits. "Queer how snarl" what in the hell is this sucka shit?. losing your mind. lack of emotions. oh this one is not from the heart. is merely a soup opera for gay men. beautiful poem. this is great. dam anyway is a piece of loaded crap. make no sense at all. shot me if you can. I am poet iam poet.

I think this should be classified as 'Other'.

On 10.25.04, while you were gallavanting about in pursuit of the ultimate lewd, I was at home soaking my mulberries in the oils of clove. If only you could boast of time similarly well spent, my lad.

Yeah, as one's senses dull with age, it seems that the only thing one still feels strongly as it did in youth is pain. Pain changes from "growing pains" to "growing older pains."

i can hear the crickets chirping. listen. can you hear it too?

hello again. :)

Very nice. Good job.

"Casting men up mountains to moan alone with one another under hood." what is this? a lost in denial. Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeewwwwwwweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. shits shits shits shits. stupider stupid. This poem is great. BUT I THINK IT STINKS AND FILTHY. DIRTY MIND. DAM !

A banboon fart across the moon troubling the weaken world and it's core our eyes gazed upon to fear haiku haiku is nice. butyours make no sense at all. dream on poet dream on poet dream on.

good write

aids aids you nothing about aids.

you should try to work some AIDS into the poem. That would really give that extry cutting edge.

A fine archaic letter, as if written a hundred years ago. Not a poem, really, but it shows us just enough to get the point. I'd vote 10 if this were a letters site.

I tried to beard Christ with a money shot, slath'ring him thick with my "honey". But to my surprise, It went in his eyes, Which he didn't think was 'tall funny.