Okay. 1) Change the title. If you absolutely refuse to change it, at least capitalize it. 2) "amongst" is misused. If you have to use it, change "beauty" to "beauties" 3) By the time you get to "Reach to the sun" I've already forgotten what the subject of this sentence is. Of course, I know the subject of "reach" is really stem and petals, so what the hell happened to the flower? What you have is essetially equivalent to the following flummox: A dog, named for some reason Frugal, its nose and tongue, red and wet, touch snuffingly on its own ass, etc etc etc. If you can't see why this sentence isn't poetry, there's no help for you. 5) None of this, from the obliviously dancing flower to the reaching to welcome the sun is AT ALL original. In fact, it's all been expressed about a million times before in almost exactly the same words, only better punctuated. In fact, writing about flowers is simply a bad idea. 6) "understatement in every sense of the word" is preposterous. How many senses does "understatement" have. I can think of two at least, which is probably more than you can think of. 7) The rhetorical "Does one compare a mountain to an ant hill" parts have to go. For one thing: Yes, one does. A mountain is bigger, and generally less anty. 8) Spawn is misused. 9) Congratulations on using the word "crippled". I know that's not a criticism. 10) Why don't you punctuate a little? Break it up some? 11) I still haven't found a non-overused image besides crippled, and I'm almost done. 12) In short, Q: How many Shakespearey type poems have you read? Q2: Do you like them? Q3: What's your favorite pre-1800 poem? Mine's the part in the Miller's Tale that goes Derk was the nyght as pich, or as a cole, And at the wyndow out she putte hir hole, And Absolon, hym fil no bet ne wers, But with his mouth he kiste hir naked ers Ful savorly, er he were war of this. Abak he stirte, and thoughte it was amys, For wel he wiste a womman hath no berd. He felte a thyng al rough and long yherd, And seyde, "Fy! allas! what have I do?" "Tehee!" quod she, and clapte the wyndow to, And Absolon gooth forth a sory pas. "A berd! a berd!" quod hende Nicholas, "By Goddes corpus, this goth faire and weel."

Hey, great answer! Considering that same addled notion is the basis for about all your poetry.

Q1: Of course I know. He does, but doesn't much care, being proven (by Saint Augustine, natch) to prefer rhyming poems. Q2: Ibid. So stop acting like you're writing poems for God's consideration only. And then stop making so many fucking errors of judgment and logic and then when we point them out saying, fuck you God understands and he's the only one I'm worried about so there. Just stop. Stop, please. Q3: Take my word for it. You are. There is no question 5. Your question 5 is the question of question 4. The answer is of course you aren't, George Bush being proven to like rhyming poems about cowboys, but you might want to consider backing off your Bushian neoconservative irrationalist stance (which I'm convinced you've had to take simply out of some bent drive to contradict us at whatever cost). If there isn't already a law against you in California, there probably will be soon.

As you're a nonfeminist, I don't think you're qualified to answer that question. PS-Here's one you can: Would you say a nonfeminist is a sexist?

PS- You might have stopped this whole trumpfest in the beginning by stating the obvious: black people are not diverse from each other.

He means, the following conversation cannot exist except under the most bumbling of circumstances: -=Dark_Angel=-,P.I.: I don't like Polynesians. Dovina: Racist. -=Dark_Angel=-,P.I.: I was being ironic. Dovina: Oh. So was I. Irony means the person perpetrating it knows some truth different from the one he's asserting (note: correct usage). You didn't, and still don't.

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They don’t offer minus twenty-five.

A world in it eh? The small world of a laptop, maybe, surrounded by thin walls of a confining box, a little thinner than gravity and whatever holds me here.

In an examination, if you concealed a text book somewhere on your person, and attempted to cheat by looking in the text book for the answers, but failed because you brought the wrong text book by mastake, then you'd still be punished if you were caught doing it regardless of whether or not you were actually able to obtain the information you wanted from the text book. It follows that any attempt to pray during an examination - with the intention of asking God for the answers - should be forbidden, regardless of whether or not God answers, and even if you're praying to a God who doesn't exist (like -=Muslim=-). The only known method of preventing prayer transmissions from an individual is to wrap his hands in tin foil - the hands, when clasped together as is customary during the prayer ritual, act as a spiritual beacon, relaying your thoughts to God (but only if you say "Amen" at the end, obviously) and receiving His responses.

Black people don't necessarily have dark skin. I saw an albino Black person once (true story). But it is still true that an individual Black person is significantly more diverse than an individual White person, even if you include Black albinos. I mean what could be more diverse than a Black albino?