Tintagiles
on A Kiss Beneath The Blossom Tree by Caducus
24 Sep 2004, 5:39 PM
For some reason I can't bring myself to think the last stanza fits. Though I love the 'Kissed her lips on the ashes of blossom'. For some reason it doesn't seem to work rhythmically. Also, while the whole wheel of time moving around, as was done before so shall be done again, etc theme works (i.e. you kissing your lover where your parents kissed etc.), it seems a touch clichéd. It makes me think too much of 'Songs my Mother Taught Me' in that respect.
There's also the fact that I sort of would have liked it if you'd found a way of ending it without bringing yourself into play. 8 for now because I'm a miserable shite and the score's high enough as it is already.
with a score that high, i was a little more than skeptical, but this is great. It's like an epic and exaclty what poetry should be. It reminds me of famous poems that people spend their lives examining to find the meaning that was present all along. It's a 10, u deserve it :)
If ace poets were crap critics they would throw away all their good ideas and keep all their bad ones. Do I have to talk you through the logical fallacy of affirming the consequent again?
A good poet is a good critic.
Kenneth Tynan is a good critic.
Kenneth Tynan is a good poet.
is bowl's.
If only we could all laugh about poems about aids a bit more I feel certain a cure will be found. It is very important we put aside the childishness of reverence and solemnity, gentlemanly ideals. Laugh about aids, our grandfathers do!
That's not at all what this poem is about or for. My guess is that it's about glass safety and the desperate efforts of homos to get off by anal insertion - neither of which problems, in my opinion, receives the media attention it needs. Thanks for trying, though! And hey, welcome to poemranker!
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any "green" ripe a pluck,like the above consumated in flesh is worth the "ticklishing" in the mouth.
if nuts gets opened, the screw-driving is well done.
only that, after the "dance" .... whose's flesh wears the "plasters" and who pays the bill for the pains.
Please name for me one good critic that you know of besides some sad teenager who's spat vaguely praiseful comments on one of your poemranker posts.
PS-Is Roger Ebert a good filmmaker? Was Coleridge a good poet?
I can't be bothered to read this poem but I'm going to vote anyway
Appallingly poignant nonsense
Fiss plaps
black Africa remains the darkest of heart, no thanks to the joint conspiracy of hard shoe leather of "whiteness" imperialism and the black mongols devouring and sending the youngs to live no other lives than the gun
You appar to like the phrases "ice cold" and "cold as ice". I can well understand why. Other than ice, it's quite difficult to think of something cold, isn't it?
Absholutely shplendid. But who is pressing their ice-cold what into your what?
Fantastic work! It got everyone talking didn't it? And about Aids which I haven't heard talked about in the media for ages now. It made me laugh and it still does. People need to not take this so seriously and before someone writes back telling me - "how can you not take it seriously", I don't mean aids, I just mean that often humour and off-colour peices are often the best way to get things talked about. Grow up everyone! I think it's great because of the reaction and I'm giving it a 10!
Nice a poker face...
Short, sweet, sentimental...and I like that in a poem...I am not the best poet around, I just write what comes to mind....edit when I need to and delete too lol...it all comes with practice...not a one of us are perfect....poetry all means something different to each of us...and as far as rhyming goes, a poem doesn't always have to rhyme....
This is a beautiful poem...I had lost my Father 12 years ago....not the same as a Mother's love....but it is a horrible loss just the same...my heart goes out to you and thank you for commenting on a couple of my poems ( and you are so right about the comments you left)