DR Limerick
replying on Joanna by DR Limerick
22 Dec 2004, 2:01 PM
No you diken heden you just dont get it do you!!!!!
I iz zee doktor.
know try agen!!
my mom only has one
He also needs to stop giving himself -10- as anonymous if he wants to find out how good his poems are.
It really is a shame that you are as sick as you are. You have a gifted mind that could probably accomplish great things if it were properly aimed. I must admit however, that while I do pity you I also find you quite amusing.
mmm, give me some time to think about it...I'll get back to you as soon as I decide.
Did'nt mean any harm man.
To your comment on my brother poem is about our mother It wasn't meant to be taken that way. It was about our mother trying to raise six kids before she died.
My father is handicapped he has complex Partial Seizures. He just had his second brain surgery in nov.
he was doing fine until the other day,he had another seizure, and now he's in a coma. so I know how you feel, because I told him not to post that shit people
might take it the wrong way. By the way my father is jroday he talk about you and dovina alot he was ya'll
number fan on this site. I will be posting his poems
Felicia
I agree with Dovina. good poem work on it a little more
I can tell you are 17, you're an idiot.
At least you're not assuming we know the setting this time. This is good. Verses 5,6 and 7 need some opening transition, I think.
Good.
Line 2 - "And rest"
Ling 3 - "descending."
So your goodbye was not final.
We have two theories here on Poemranker:
1. Poets, who are dim, write nonsense.
2. Poets who are dim write nonsense.
I see -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. adheres to both.
Which do you prefer?
Whom, and what, do you disagree with?
It's always a time for celebration, the day you finally become housebroken. For what you once thought would suddenly flee, is now under firm command. You've learned to let go, my son. It's a lesson that will stay with you for many years to come, until, of course, you become an elderly. Here's to life, love, and the unpampered pursuit of happiness. Welcome to The Rutherford Club.
Does this mean you will recant and read my poem now and comment on it rather than on how old I am and my general lifetime degree of success and/or failure?
Pardon me, but are you speaking to me? Hey, these new red and green lines are very Christmasey, don't you think? Yes, I believe you are. Thank you for identifying me as a bum, and therefore having a bum idea of poetry. As such, I also make macaroni and cheese, and shall, if you request it, use that ability in the writing of a poem. Merry Christmas.
I found this poeme incredibly hurtful. My mother actually is handicapped, and when I see people like you trivialising something that is a serious problem for many real people, it makes me angry and sad. <no vote>
I can dig it doc.-10-
Not bad bro.-8-