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No. I'm a special education teacher in the middle of the Jordanian desert. But I did study poetry for about 7 years of college. 1) What you're lacking most is consistency to your metaphors. You often pick one aspect of an image that relates to the thing you're describing, but ignore the other aspects of it that don't relate at all. For instance, in a recent poem you called child prostitutes "painted masterpieces" when the only thing about masterpieces that resembles child prostitutes is something like "painted up to please the viewer"; all other aspects of masterpieces, like "product of hard work and creative genius, appealing on dozens of sublime and intellectual levels, painted by respectable people" totally work against what you're trying to get across about prostitutes. A corollary of this, though not as necessary, is consistency between metaphors. For example, in this poem you have things compared to rivers and zombies like, two lines apart. It's not such a crime, but ideally there'd be some kind of logic or connection between them. That's all I can do right now. I'll get back on the rest.

“Flapping around Alpha Beta” happens sometimes during the test of a mechanical pterodactyl. I don’t undertake only those tasks at which I believe I will shine. Such fear-based reticence would limit my fun. You do understand that we play a child’s game aimed at education. I risk encountering ridicule, and even welcome it sometimes, for the possibility of a shining insight. It’s hard to be sworn at or likened to all manner of disgusting things. But the way I see it, as long as sun glimmers from a pool of urine, I’ll endure the stench. Or as a lost friend once said, “Poemranker is a great resource. It is like a huge thrift shop or, even better, a gigantic landfill. If you don't mind getting dirty, there are many precious things to be found under some especially slimy, fecally covered toilet seat or unwashed, skidmarked underwear.” I’m getting all mushy and teary-eyed now. I hope at least one person reading this ramble has experienced courage not his or her own – realizes that this is an essay born in love. I plan to show it to him this evening and tell him that to feel loved is to feel worth more than the sum of my efforts, and that his brief words counteract an ocean of guff. Thanks for listening.

I see. The body creates it's own highly addictive drugs and this can usually be sited as a main factor in why people will do things that make them appear to be on synthetic drugs. I'm glad to hear that this is coming from a sober mind. Somehow it seems to make the poem better knowing that.

It'll be like the film how to get a head in advertising, she'll appear as a boil in your neck that you try to lance, but winds up growing into a new head that lances you and buries your head as a boil in your neck..... or maybe not.

The line about the junkie and his syringe has little to do with herion, and more to do with a state of craving pain. + I have taken many substances and been temporarily hooked on a few, but not heroin.

This piece is a exaggeration of a period in my life well prior to taking any drugs, I don't take any now either. Heroin addicts are 'fucked up' people; having seen what Ive seen, I blame the reasons for them being 'fucked up' rather than the drug that can provide benefit to generally the terminally ill.

Ahem errrrr hum oh yes duh

You must have clicked on the little red x. There is no recovery from such sin.

Your powms do not show up on the random list because they have been voted on recently. Only poems without votes show up there. Sorry about Caviot, it should be Caveat. You'll get a lot more guff comments here on Poemranker than comments on your poem. If you like the interchange, that's good, if not you'll be disappointed. I try to sort gems from a trash heap, and figure the take is worth the effort.

oh, ok. i don't like the way capitalizing looks most of the time. maybe it's word equality. monospace fonts are my favorite; monoheight letters look like they fit here...

Nightmare On Elm Street. Cheap joke. I wasn't trying to say anything bad about your poem. The dream logic in it is pretty good. Is there a specific reason for not capitalizing?

I'm saddened that you don't trust me after all this time. :(

wow, i really like that. damn it, why cant i live in jamaica already? nice visit...and... i want to live there.

What does Caviot mean by the way? I cant find it in any dictionary's.

There is one problem with your argument here, being that once a poem is off the recent list, it tends not to be red, and just seems to sit there as a bad egg taking up space. It is not an issue of sensitivity, and if it were, there would be nothing to be sensitive about apart from the lack of comments. I only receive votes on new poems, perhaps because I have massively less work on this site, mine do not appear on random so often. Never the less. The reason I deleted the piece in question was that it had a lot of hits with the only comments being about whether you should vote or not, one vote from you, and another from someone to negate your 5, leaving the piece unconsidered and thus it was better to replace it with something that might be considered, allowing me to figure out what is and isn't accessible for people.