klosterfobik
on Harvest by Bachus
19 Sep 2004, 4:28 PM
Yawn
still sucks!
If we met face to face I'd be so overwhelmed by your unbelievably sagging jowls that I'd have to have a lie down. Any small talk would have to wait until after I'd been put on a ventilator, and after you'd covered your ancient features with some sort of tea cosy.
If you really can't stand anonymous votes I suggest you leave before you have a breakdown.
Dear Dark Angel:
You are correct in that you call me an old man in that I am 63 years old. And I take that as a true compliment in that I'd much rather be old than be young and have to work for another forty or so years. But I do love you...... really I do, and sparring with you I do in love. And I'll bet (yet perhaps you might not agree) that if we were to meet face to face we could, or I hope, would, be good, if not great, friends!
In the name of love and peace......
You are my friend and I love you,
Doug
P.S. Talk with you later....... friend.
I can't stand anonymous votes either. But if you can't, then kindly stop peppering my poems with anonymous "1"s like urine in snow.
The IPs of the anonymous voters on this poem tell me you lie.
The blindingly obvious difference is that you can use the comments' indentations to reconstruct the hierarchy of discussion.
Tell me, what's the difference here?
Bastion of filth. Wow.
Give that Dictionary a round of applause.
Hah. It made me laugh. Not a good poem really, but since it made me laugh. That's points all on it's own. -5-
Learn how to click on the 'Reply' button you bastion of filth.
Sasha, although your opinion means about as much to me as a pile of dog snot, one thing bothers me. The self-voting thing. Now I don't know how many times I have to check everything for evidence of this self-voting before it gets through your oh so thick skull, but I'm tired of it now. If I were to vote on my own crap, then certainly, I would vote on it from a 3rd party point of view. And since that's the case, I don't vote on my own stuff. Also, I really can't stand anonymous votes because they leave no comments. I do value opinion, well most opinions, and when the whole annonymous thing happens, well, it does nothing but put a number on the score. I want comments. If everything I write from now on gets no votes at all, I want comments. So Sasha, perhaps you'd like to shake some salt and pepper on that foot so it'll be easier to suck on.
"like water" - an excellent simile. Well done!
Excellent!
The best poets are surely the best critics. They are the most important critics of their own work. If poemranker were blessed with any fine writers, that writers opinion would be more valuable than anyone elses. Therefore their voting on their own poems would give a truer reflection of how good the poem is. If the poet voting on his own work were not very good then the value his poems attained would be false. That is not a problem though because that person does not matter anyway.
Next to The Eternal Darkness of Xanthar, The Eternal Darkness of Toridees is only mildly overcast, with light to moderate winds, and a small chance of showers in the afternoon. You don't scare me, old man.
Thank you, dear eponymous LittleWeenis for the anonymous vote and the user vote that so clearly show my inadequacies that I was unable to see before. I know you are unable to do something of that nature simply out of anger and therefore I humbly bow to you and your bow'ls for all the good low votes you give me.
Thank you LittleWeenis, for showing me the error of my ways, you have touched my heart to song.
Wow. Your own self opinion was almost as accurate as the anatomically fitting username you've picked.
Dark Angel:
You should no longer question what it is that I do...... for what I do is in the name of and has been blessed by The Lord Thy God. For on this planet which has been referred to as "The Earth" I Am the "I Am"...... The Word.
Now that I have been informed that "this cause," known by "The Earthlings" as "The Poemranker Website," was created for me, for my own enjoyment "all alone," and for me to announce to the world "at large" The Truth that God has given to me and for me to share with the rest of the world This Most Solemn Truth, it would be much better for you, your own self, that is, if you made a determined effort to no longer hinder my Most Sacred Cause on "This Earth, for if you do not choose to cease and desist these of your "most unsacred moves," perhaps "The Council of The Gods of The Several Universii" shall be forced to cast you into "The Eternal Darkness of Toridees," which is a place that no one should wish to have themselves placed by "The Council."
And one more thing............... Know thatI am "The Appointed One" on "This Earth" to "suggest" to "The Council" where everyone shall be sent upon the advent of "The Chosen Time" (that is "The Chosen Time" as set forth by "The Gods"), therefore you may want to consider your options Dark Angel as.............. "I shall choose to have mercy upon those who have been merciful to me, and I shall choose to judge those who, in turn, have choosen to judge me"............... Hola Rama Causa Shobe Ben Rubaa Twan Clofein!
Dr. Doug Soderstrom, Ph.D........ As The Appointed One
While I am sure you are very qualified to judge your own poetry, being the one who excreted it from your sticky hands, you may like to let others vote on your poems, and refrain from voting on them yourself. Granted, your own self-opinion is a completely accurate indicator of how good your poetry actually is and self-absorbtion is the only way to get an honest objective picture of yourself, and also granted that the number of IPS from which you are able to vote "anonymously" runs in direct proportion to the value of your opinion, I must ask you not to do so, if only so that those who are not as great and important as the poetry God you most indubitably and immutably are can have their humble opinion included in equal weight to your own.
It's neither thought, feeling, nor force. It's a word. And a very silly word at that. If no one had said the word to you, and if you hadn't read it in a load of confusing sentences about the eternal gobbledegook, you wouldn't even dream of prancing around like an urchin, wondering, desperately wondering, whether or not the word was actually an inner gateway to the Higher Realms of Xanthar.