bwickl11
on some deleted poem
1 Oct 2004, 11:05 AM
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some deleted user
on some deleted poem
1 Oct 2004, 8:39 PM
How could you have such a low average on this one Squeek???? This is the best poem ever! Sorry such a late comment...you are still my hero! 10/10
i like your style and depth. i mean.. your poems are beautiful and yet, still straight to the point.. keep it up..
p/s ever tried taking part in poetry competitions or getting your work published? i just think that efforts such as this should be immortalised in books.. (",)
Poetically speaking, this is actually written pretty well.
With that out of the way, no matter how great a dislike you have for CLS (and I'm not one to argue that point at all), I'm not sure anything like this is ever really acceptable.
So you dislike her because you think her poetry stinks, that's fine. You think she is ignorant for believing in the Trinity, that's fine. Heck maybe you even dislike her because of some childhood incident with a bottle of glue, a pair of scissors, and a girl named Crystal. That's fine.
All that being said, to write a poem about a disabled group of men getting their jollies off with her in a forced, yet wanted, manner seems over the line to me (especially with certain life incidents factored in). Is that the way you actually go around living life?
Trust me, I'm not a huge fan either. But, I wouldn't dream about writing something this filthy about it. Maybe that's just personal opinion though.
-5- for good poetic sense with bad taste
Double Posted: http://www.poemranker.com/poem-details.j
It's the cahmpagne. Love and marriage - they seldom go together. Dream on and enjoy the slow dance at a wedding that isn't yours. Good thoughts
You're getting all choppy on us, truckdriver, swerving all over the beaten path like a meverick mermaid's man in a mania. Is this a kind of second childhood? Not bad in a punk sort of way.
very very true.
Your poetry comes from some "tranquil spring" and you are truly "good"???? I was about to criticize, but then I looked at my own reasons for this futility and find find them just as ridiculous.
Some good thoughts here, but the title gives you away. I'd rather see a title that only hints. And some grammar glytches make it choppy.
No magic mushrooms. Just a poem about a picture that used to hang on my wall.
nice theme, could use development in my oppinion.
Nice. Isn't it scary, for women: to think that at the core of each man is the desire to dominate and manipulate women, and for men: to realise that beneath all the things we tell ourselves about love, respect and art, is an animal trying to become alpha male.
Haiku, even when westernised and lacking seasonal references or alterating vowel-consonant pattern, remains a powerful form of poetry. It works well in this ebbing story of hope for an unlikely romance.
Lovely. If this is a stram of consciousness, you must have a mind full of interesting information. Thank you for writing this interesting piece.
There's only one type of footwear
That can truly be said to suit
The feet of an English gentleman:
The sturdy "Welly" boot.
Named after the intrepid Duke
Whose hobby was to shoot
The naughty, dirty Frenchmen:
A toast to the "Welly" boot!
The boot is made of rubber
And stands in high repute
With the King and all his serving-men:
Give praise to the "Welly" boot!
The wearer of the Oxford brogue
Looks like a common brute
When stood beside the wearer
Of the English "Welly" boot!
A sign of a valiant hero
Whom all the world salute:
Give praise to God and England;
Shout "Huzzah!" for the "Welly" boot.
The Hughes and McDannells
In Glasgow wear flannels,
The Marches in Carisle wear tweeds;
But all of them doff 'em
For Foul Sue of Poffham
And seem (but aren't quite) the same breed.
How do porcupines make love, particularly the hair-trigger kind? I ask because of this poisonous twitch. It's getting in the way.
The country's not really all that bad. Some crap, yes. But some good stuff too.
Some good thoughts here, some bad grammar. I don't like the title. Either that or I did not get the connection.