Re: The Hunter, the Hunted, and the Bystander by Dovina |
2-Nov-06/2:44 PM |
the image of a tire like a tiger's mouth doesn't work over here. Also the word 'guilty' is overdone. You shouldn't mention guilt - guilt works better that way, I think.
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Re: Still by half.italian |
2-Nov-06/2:58 PM |
I don't care about your memories, I don't care about your taste, I don't care about your poem and I don't care about the explanation you gave - you're explaining your feelings. I don't care about your feelings. Being vague isn't poetic, it's boring, most of the time.
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Re: Jesus Around Your Neck (Final Version) by Wakeboarder20 |
2-Nov-06/3:04 PM |
Final Version - that made me laugh. But then again, it's not a poem. It's a sermon. Put on a purple robe and tell them hypocrites!
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Re: The Willy Poem by Engelbert Humpalot |
2-Nov-06/3:09 PM |
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regarding some deleted poem... |
15-Nov-06/2:32 PM |
Okay, carma, thatâs nice. But itâs a bit long. Basically, it comes down to this:
if I wear myself out
the way I wear my cars out
Iâll get toe-tagged and towed
to the scrapyard
by a truck
I think it could even get shorter:
if like my cars
I drive myself
in the ground
Iâll end up
toe-tagged
in the scrapyard
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regarding some deleted poem... |
3-Jan-07/8:45 AM |
Al Bashir is now under the chinese umbrella. As long as blood is cheaper than oil, arms trade a very profitable business and the security council a cruel joke, it will be hard to find a cure for the blind eye.
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regarding some deleted poem... |
3-Jan-07/9:04 AM |
Long. I was waiting for a line to make it worth the read but it did not come.
I mean, look at it this way: âScented flowers beaten into retreat by the fiery breath they have bathed in for many days now adding to the heady scent of freshness that sweeps down every street and into open windows filling every sinew and bringing cheer where once was tired damp faces now breathing easy for a while.â
Thatâs tapewormin'. Masked by entertappinâ.
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regarding some deleted poem... |
3-Jan-07/9:08 AM |
Dark night to greet. Reminded me of Pulp Fiction: I'm going medieval on you.
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Re: new year by teenborg |
3-Jan-07/9:20 AM |
"Cream carpets were not the best buy, were they?
So- where was I?"
It made me feel pretty sick, this poem. So I guess it's a good poem.
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Re: Asbestosis by Stephen Robins |
11-Jan-07/1:40 PM |
Good title. And a good read.
You could loose one 'school' in the last stanza, I think.
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Re: Brinkmanshit by Stephen Robins |
11-Jan-07/1:49 PM |
To be printed as a prayer for redemption in a rest-home - imagine spending the last years of your life being constipated: it's one of the hidden tragedies of humanity.
Anyway, here's a link:
http://goodlooguide.freeservers.com/
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regarding some deleted poem... |
11-Jan-07/1:57 PM |
Very good. Cataractic window-cleaners are the most dedicated.
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regarding some deleted poem... |
16-Jan-07/6:46 PM |
give me some a'
/ I came into this poem
/ coated with snotty ignorance
/ bored by the tube
/ or by myself
/ so no wonder
/ I read: seldom is etcetera
/ and every other open door. What draft!
/ I sniff. I sneeze. lets take a hike
/ or stay around
/ a little longer
/ between the lines I read
/ not one surprise, no hidden treat
/ itâs all as dull as itâs stretched out
/ so what the fuck are you about
/ ponder ponder ponder
/ somewhere in this overgrowth
/ of hand out truths and such
/ I feel the need to pee
/ this poemâs taking ages
/ âxcuse me. Iâll just go around the corner.
/ different degrees, yeah sure, thatâs fresh
/ poetry. is this a test?
/ itâs got to be, really, I mean,
/ do not bite the feeding hand?
/ how did you come up with that?
/ and at the end Iâm left with what?
/ no tricks no jokes no traps
/ Iâve been in platitude Sunday class
/ so I think Iâd be more blessed
/ with scraps picked from my ass
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regarding some deleted poem... |
20-Jan-07/4:49 AM |
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28-Jan-07/1:31 PM |
Change the 'you' into 'I' and you'll end up with a derivate of Seamus Heaney's Personal Helicon.
'Now, to pry into roots, to finger slime,
To stare, big-eyed Narcissus, into some spring
Is beneath all adult dignity. I rhyme
To see myself, to set the darkness echoing.'
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Re: Alternatives by Dovina |
28-Jan-07/1:53 PM |
The de-baathification, forcing their armed forces to go underground, was an incredibly stupid move - you really think them with the math can heal that kind of stupidity? Use a guy like Rumsfeld as guinea pig, see what happens.
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7-Feb-07/12:59 AM |
I tripped over the second 'but still' in the fourth stanza. Didn't mind. I liked the read.
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Re: Stopped Cold by coldiron |
9-Feb-07/3:11 AM |
This is very good. Reminded me of the time I was in Chios, made a trip to sit on Homerâs stone. Great view there (closed my eyes, tried to hear some sirens singing - only nagging kids, a mother yelling. The sea).
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Re: Out alone in the winter rain by Prince of Void |
9-Feb-07/3:23 AM |
Saw a film about John Callahan, the cartoonist. He writes beautiful songs too - he's also a very good cure for the inflatable kind of self-pity you're exposing here.
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Re: Lonely Hearts by Stephen Robins |
17-Feb-07/1:44 PM |
Sounds like flarf from any officecomputer. You can do better: so do better.
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