| Re: in this bus terminal of the future by nentwined |
SupremeDreamer 68.123.141.188 |
9-Jul-08/10:51 PM |
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This should have been labeled as the future manifestation of haiku in retro jetpack theme. Eight.
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| Re: Falling Away by Holy Sinner |
SupremeDreamer 68.123.141.188 |
9-Jul-08/10:49 PM |
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Squatter love is like sex with a tetanus glove. Indeed. Hrmm... I'd say 7.5, but lets just round it to an eight.
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| Re: Purple Reign of Blood by Kamikaze |
SupremeDreamer 68.123.141.188 |
9-Jul-08/10:47 PM |
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While some might say the rhymes are forced? It doesn't matter to me. I can't see how getting redundantly creative with the bunch/lunch rhyme would have improved this poem. It realistically expressed how a real rex would act, it beheld my hatred of barney like Jesus looking with disgust at his foreskin--
And most importantly: It made me laugh. Really hard. And you can't succesfully poke fun at Barney without imitating his classic pimple rhyming schemes... I love you, you love me.... *the sound of a single loaded shotgun and brains splattering on the wall*....
Barney?
.... fuuuckkk yoouu youuu...lil...retard..brats...blehhh.
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| Re: We can all be free with our legs by daggatolar |
SupremeDreamer 68.123.141.188 |
9-Jul-08/10:40 PM |
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It is never pleasant for a prostitute to open her legs when she is not wearing panties and has forgotten to douche and annoint with scented oil the rotten twat she possesses.
While this poem was atleast mildy amusing? I was left wondering if you ever experienced having to rely on your legs to get from point a to point b... You certainly never got caught in the rain with a ripped tent and no deserted spot of dirt to rest your wearied body upon... You never beheld this "freedom" you speak about. This product? Is jismatic illusions sprouted from a weak imagination.
But... it atleast was amusing. Blessed with a four.
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| Re: La Llamada del Cholo by Kamikaze |
SupremeDreamer 68.123.141.188 |
9-Jul-08/10:34 PM |
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LMAO. Oh god... yeah, Dora the explorer is certainly one shitty childrens show.. NOW.. if they made this into an dora episode... I just might have an interest.
Ten baby ten. Goddamn funny.
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| Re: My Village by Jessina |
SupremeDreamer 68.123.141.188 |
9-Jul-08/10:30 PM |
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AGAIN... What was the point to this imagery? dull and uncreative imagery, btw. What the fuck are you saying? Are you attempting to seduce us poets with cute juxtaposition of hallmark imagery resorted into stanza and rhyme?
I'm repulsed... please don't tell me you tried your best, even when I was pimpled and thirteen years old my crappy teen angst pennings had a point, an over-all message, no matter how worthless or dis-illusioned it was: IT WAS THERE... and for the most part discernable.
Zero.
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| Re: Touching time by winniss |
SupremeDreamer 68.123.141.188 |
9-Jul-08/10:26 PM |
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PS: This poem should have been titled:
"Touching myself artistically on crack and mexican viagra."
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| Re: Touching time by winniss |
SupremeDreamer 68.123.141.188 |
9-Jul-08/10:24 PM |
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Your topic is completely dissassociated from your poem. There is no relation. That aside? Your poem started horribly and ended in the mental gutter of Freuds cigar cellar. Pimple... night... light... if you don't have love, mofo, go get a motherfucking NIGHTLIGHT.
Zero.
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| Re: God the mother by Dental Panic |
SupremeDreamer 68.123.141.188 |
9-Jul-08/10:20 PM |
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The ashes are the heart of all spiritual vitamins. Though this piece has a somewhat befuddled nature? So is the mind of most minds. I likes it. The ending could be made into a seperate and more impactive poem in it's own right.
Blessed with an eight.
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| Re: I know what I meant by Skamper |
SupremeDreamer 68.123.141.188 |
9-Jul-08/10:15 PM |
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Hrmm. I'll refrain from asking the awkward questions this poem brings to my mind.
Blessed with a seven.
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| Re: Childhood Memories by Jessina |
SupremeDreamer 68.123.141.188 |
9-Jul-08/10:13 PM |
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Last lines:
How poignant this would be
if it didn't remind us of hallmark cards and
the sweet nothings; words combined that sound good--
and say nothing. Your poem plays hide and seek.
Hidden is the expression, while the reader seeks
the point of the poem.
How poignant this would be:
If you hadn't tried so hard to be poignant
and miserably failed.
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No Vote. Though, in all honesty? This should get a zero.
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| Re: Back to the boy in Cornelius Street by Caducus |
SupremeDreamer 68.123.141.188 |
9-Jul-08/10:08 PM |
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| Re: for sue (20030815) by nentwined |
<~> 167.206.181.179 |
9-Jul-08/7:47 AM |
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ha! thanks for the smile, k
:)
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| Re: sperladnik: the sequel by malpaso |
Skamper 123.208.66.98 |
6-Jul-08/4:50 AM |
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made me giggle a little awkwardly, not quite getting the hang of it ;)
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| Re: A rock by nisim2 |
Skamper 123.208.114.162 |
6-Jul-08/4:47 AM |
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quite riddling - I want to find the trick inside the writing and answer it.
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| Re: in this bus terminal of the future by nentwined |
Skamper 123.208.6.33 |
6-Jul-08/4:44 AM |
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I like that..change without true progress...
the word inevitable jars a little with me, not sure why
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| Re: a comment on Daddy works at the Bank by Skamper |
Skamper 123.208.19.211 |
6-Jul-08/4:24 AM |
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yeah...I feel the same..thx
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| Re: a comment on I Got Mine Designed by Skamper |
Skamper 123.208.90.117 |
6-Jul-08/4:23 AM |
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no, not attacking the frost at all...just puting some emphasis on the process of defrosting, and no matter what the item is it's never the same as the original. It always loses something, and I wonder what we lose when tinkering with life.
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| Re: a comment on I Got Mine Designed by Skamper |
Skamper 123.208.35.171 |
6-Jul-08/4:20 AM |
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some thoughts about artificial insemination, a bit of a follow on from Daddy works at the bank. As for the hint/smell of porpoise, do you live by the sea?
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| Re: Purple Reign of Blood by Kamikaze |
nentwined 98.148.150.246 |
2-Jul-08/2:40 AM |
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definitely something many folks have envisioned with glee. the rhymes are blatantly forced (with pseudo-poetic grammatical restructuring and all that goodness) ... good for a quick chuckle?
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