Semper Phildelis
on Slobby Blobby by MR Blobby
11 Jul 2004, 6:08 PM
meh.
Want a twinkie?
True, but why do you search for an answer unsought?
This question of faith is unsolvable by definition - save yourself the trouble and just wait and see.
When your heart stops sending blood to your human brain, you will know all you need to know.
the opposite of wisdom is also wisdom
the rubbish tin glimmers if the lighting is right
the underground rails will take us from the night
ps
I'd like it better without the "!"
What's the point of all the indentation? If you read this poem out, how would it sound different from a poem that was left aligned, but otherwise identical? Also, what do the full stops at the top and ottom add?
That was good...but do u have the sense of humor ? i think u have and the concept
I was in a writing slump when I wrote this. I think I wrote it just cause I was insanely bored. But yea, all comments are probably true. :)
-Linty of Weenis's
A gameshow host presents you with a choice of 3 doors: A, B and C. Behind one of the doors is a prize. Behind the other two doors is nothing. You pick door C, but don't open it. The host, who is standing behind the doors and can therefore see what they contain, then says he will reveal an empty door from the two you did not choose. He opens door B and you see that it is empty. You are now offered the choice of sticking with door C, or switching to door A. Should you:
(i) Switch?
(ii) Stick?
(iii)Or doesn't it matter? [5 marks]
I really like this poem..Nuff said.
Verse 2 is great, and says it all. The rest could use some shrinking.
I like a Christian statement that is free from Christian jargon, and this mostly is.
Last 5 lines are great. I don't get the heaven/gasoline line.
Now you've done it! Entered the controversial realm of stirring up conflict. I see what you're saying, like the way you say it, and think it's crap. And now I do predict you'll get your comments. I hope the votes will, like mine, be based on how the poem is written, rather than on my opinion of what it says.
re: "Where are the descendents
of David and Solomon now?"
They're all here. We're eating sheep kebabs as I type this.
And this poem is utterly without art.
This is an artless piece of serio-comic-athiestic-comunistic-republi
Correction:
Heaven still smells like scotch.
I'm not sure why, but I can't help from being critical of this poem. First, the word "all" in line 1 is troubling. Is this meant to imply that, after he noticed, there will be no more dieting, etc.? In this sense, the poem is about a woman who lets herself go after she couples up. In the last line, the word "finally" raises questions. What did he notice, that she exists? Or that she's been dieting, etc.? If it's the latter, what was noticed? That she looks good or that she's too skinny and wears too much makeup? Ambiguity is good in moderation, but this poem seems too ambiguous to possess meaning.
If this poem is autobiographical, congratulations on getting noticed. I'm sure you look fabulous.