redneck_woman3322
on Little Dreamer by TLRufener
22 Sep 2004, 3:32 PM
I love this poem....it offers inspiration to many of us...the heart always does know and we can really fly...
This is great...this last Summer I actually saw an ice cream truck and his little bell was ringing lol I wanted to run after him....ahhh the good ole days....nothing will ever compare to them....definately this poem brought back memories so it is a 10....
asstasstic.
bonus points for the form of ass, and paradox, and continuity.
Poor kids.
Interesting to say the least.
fly baby fly the only way to keep alive is to keep dreaming. like the kiddish simpilicty.
The temptation is you or the poem, i a have feeling of happening\s or is it the title that brings the read to such a high....
life is one hell of a bleeding unend, not when for a woman , this is the very sacrifice life demands of her, painful if then love a smokescreen to cool the nerve or fool her away the truth of life is denied and turns a party in the very game of adding to the pains of humanhood, rose never cease the bleed keep the fire for nothing, for poetry to continue the circle of birth to life.
I think it's good lol made me laugh...
It's just an ode to Jaro Hold Me in your Hand Job Please.
First of all genius,I was'nt trying to self vote!
I was trying to show Jerry Me what he does daily.
He votes on his own shit,then proceeds to lambaste others!
And if you read once more,the last two lines happen to rhyme!
This really is'nt meant to be serious poetry you freakin' moron!
I thought this poem was absolutely great!
yar liking dis von bit nouty dow!
Parp up you sodding Zeppelin of dork. You wouldn't know a linguistic truth if it cacked on the mantle.
My (By?) experimenting with the words, even if you don't understand them, you arrive at linguistic truths.
I simply have this to say Nicholarse Jones:
What?
What, in the name of all that is common, decent, hardworking, coalminerly & Welsh, are you parping on about Jones the Poet.
Michael Winner is quite popular at the moment isn't he?
With those hysterical adverts that everyone so hilariously repeats at every opportunity. Mention of him brings a smile to my face and a tear to mine eye. The thought of him wearing colossal undergarments, which are not only klosterfobik but also slightly shitty, saddens me.
P.S
Well done on your marvellous performance, despite all the odds, in the T53 class!!!
Yes that's right!
I have not arseked anyone to rank sport.
You can't rank comments on poemranker.
Not in the proper poemranker way.
This is a poem I think a lot can relate to...lots of us are unsure of our thoughts at one point in our lives...this one I liked too...
This is a good poem, I really did like it it's a sad poem...because the last line tells us that the person is gone....a lot more could be added to the poem emotionally if you worked on this one....but it is still very good....( I hope you didn' t mind me giving advise, not the best at it...)
Which one?
What of?
You are a colossal pair of Michael Winner's unwashed pants.