Do you believe God wrote, inspired, or otherwise approves of the content of the Bible? Please don't parp. Answer yes or no.

Do you remember a recent exchange about "labelling" or are you somehow unhinged?

The hidden part was that I was wondering if she was pregnent and if so it sounds like it's almost birthday time. If not I hope you're going to see her soon anyway.

That sentence is wrong on almost every count. You'll probably say I don't understand because I'm a man and therefore bound by reason. Or maybe (and more interestingly) you'll just say "flibbertigibbet". PS-I found this for you. A gift: "A man must have experienced all the illness he hopes to cure and all the accidents and circumstances he is to diagnose... Such a man I would trust." Montaigne

you might be right not the best for some cases, but as a coach pushes an athelete to perform, i also pushed my technique too hard in this particular instance the 'it' of the second stanza refers to an object in the fire unapt?

I suppose you could say it's all jingle but the last verse is the only one that sounds really catchy to me. You can't blame me really for thinking this went deeper when you consider most of your poems are quite complex or at least most of the ones I've read. I'm sure you'll now give me like 10 links to simple poems of yours and I welcome them. It was only a very slight feeling I had that you had some secret meaning behind it. I'm actually pretty damn happy to see a simpler side to you. "I've never dashed out a door, I'm just imaginative." Unless you are disabled the first parts a lie. But I know what you meant. I only meant the jingle gives things a repetitive effect. It replays in your head and I thought you meant to use the jingle to illustrate that this is stuff that goes on often. Shake the baby was kinda obvious. I do love the music of the piece. I can almost hear a kazoo at the end.

A2: Yes. There is no definition, except man-made. God will not be bent.

Of course.

In trying to negate the innate difference between us, you miss many points.

Nor Wellington-clad cockneys, brogue-bragging limeys, or lily-liver Londoners.

As a woman, I wear my emotions under thick layers of superior wisdom and insight, which in all but a few necessary moments supress all the firey darts of chauvism. The apparent emotions that seem always visable are for seduction, the bait, the trap. It's all very well planned.

What was the first thing you did when you discovered you were a Black?

I notice you didn't include Blacks on your list...

I've always thought there's some confusion between intentional ambiguity (ie, you've thought of many possible reasonable interpretations and approve of all of them) and unintentional ambiguity (ie, you're just being vague and the truth is there's not even one very good interpretation but probably a lot of vague interpretations that the author is sort of gay.) However, the longer I write, the more I feel I'm guilty of the second kind. If I have to make a suggestion I'll say always aim for the first.

I've decided wasting time is the only dignified use of poetry.

Wow. I've never seen the word mana, but have always known manna. But you're right, I should have looked it up. Did any of the other commenters on this poem make the same mistake?

All her other math- and programming-themed poems are about me. I regret to say I probably didn't respond very well.

This is a jingle. It's not an old post, just a new poem posted over an old post. I permit myself to do this because I've gone 8 months on this site without posting before, so I tell myself I'm not the problem. I've never dashed out a door, I'm just imaginative. The only unobvious metaphors are (a) my wife has a compound-word last-name so I always call her by compound words, including bellwether but also peashooter and lawnmower, among others, and (b) shaken baby syndrome. Look it up.