| Re: Wounds never to heal by Freethinker1602 |
16-Jun-03/12:27 PM |
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When I was halfway through reading your poeme I thought to myself 'I bet the last line of this poeme is "I'm sorry"'.
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16-Jun-03/12:34 PM |
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Your stultifyingly original idea of someone interacting with their reflection in a pool was so stultifyingly original that were it not for the helpful hint at the end of the piece, I would have keeled over and died of confusion. Ace.
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17-Jun-03/7:26 AM |
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Just so you know, I'm archiving all of your love "songs", and when you grow up and get a job or go to university, I'm going to track you down and send copies to everyone you know. 10!!! (0)
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| Re: Glassblowers by Christof |
17-Jun-03/7:32 AM |
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I nearly took a fork to my eye after I read "Paid to spend their lungs in glass".
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17-Jun-03/7:33 AM |
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| Re: An Invitation From Poetry.com by scitz |
17-Jun-03/7:34 AM |
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17-Jun-03/7:36 AM |
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This is the most banal thing I have ever read.
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| Re: Me, Myself and I by gracefulangelofsin |
17-Jun-03/6:12 PM |
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| Re: No Tomorrow by mikehi |
17-Jun-03/6:21 PM |
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These are troubling issues, indeed. But I'm sure your poeme will solve them. Good Christ I hope so...
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17-Jun-03/6:39 PM |
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| Re: OM by SupremeDreamer |
22-Jun-03/3:27 AM |
Do you think that, in a metaphorical sense, we all wear masks? Masks that conceal our inner emotions from the prying eyes of the urchins that plague our troubled streets? Do we use masks to present an image that we hope society will find acceptable? Are we afraid to betray our actual feelings for fear of being ostracised, or even sodomised up the bum?
Or do you think that's just a load of bollocks?
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| Re: -=Dark_Angel=- -=In_Decline=- by wEdible Underpantsw |
26-Jun-03/12:55 PM |
Dear PoemeRankers,
This will be my last post on the website: www.poemeranker.com
I came to this site, over one year ago, because poetry, for me at least, is the most powerful instrument for dealing with issues known to man. I was eager to showcase some of my finer works, and to learn from the many virtues and mastakes of the terrible poetes on this site. But the vile torrent of abuse that ensued can only be described as "unbelievably appalling".
Still, I soldiered on. I continued to tackle the issues of the day with as much maturity and charisma as I could muster, bravely turning a blind eye to the perpetual onslaught of filth that bombarded my work on a fortnightly basis. "IDIOT", "HOMO", "DUNCE", "BALLS" - just some of the expletives I have had to endure, and for what? To have three of my poemes in the bottom 15.
Pushed to the brink by the blundering efforts of bugger-loads of top notch dullards, I faced physical and emotional ruin. In a last ditch effort to extricate this site from the tangled web of immaturity that now runs wide rife, I wrote to nentwined (c.f http://www.poemranker.com/suggestion-browse.jsp?id=50725) demanding that a Maturity Award be purchased and presented, with immediate affect, to my good self. This award represented, in my opinion, the final bastion for what little maturity remained on PoemeRanker. My application was rejected.
Whittled away to mere husk, I write to you now in my sixtieth year. The marauding criminals of www.poemeranker.com have had their fill, and my strength remains sapped like a massive nappy. My beloved Maturity Award has become the object of shame and ridicule at the hands of hooligans whose names don't bear mentioning here. There is little left to live for; this is the beginning of death.
Let us pause and reflect a moment.
A broken man stands alone in a field. The cool breeze billows pleasantly about his shining groin. He turns, naked, and walks into the distance. To follow would be folly; we can only stand and mourn the loss of the darkest of all poetes.
"For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,
who art as black as hell, as dark as night."
We'll withdraw now, as he slowly disappears among the tall sheaves of rice.
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14-Jul-03/2:15 AM |
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I can tell by your uncompromising style and shocking use of special drug-words like "inject", "smoke", "need" and "desperate" that you know a great deal about drug addiction. I really enjoyed your poeme. It's so nice to see someone who has actually been through the horribly stained nightmare of drug abuse still having the courage to write so candidly about the issue. Ten out of ten. You deserve it! Keep it up!
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| Re: Windmill by the Sea by Jeremi B. Handrinos |
17-Jul-03/12:51 PM |
Wheeled Chairs Of Your Mind (Lyric) by -=Dark_Angel=-
Something did a massive dollop
And it landed on my head
Why did someone eat that turnip
that was dangling by a thread?
Could you please remove those sandals
and that oversized balloon
You've inserted in my anus
I look just like a baboon
Someone stole my last cucumber
And my only deck of cards
And a giant oblong panda
Has exploded in my arse
Both my buttocks have been crippled
And they look like scrambled eggs
Now that motherfucking freight train
Has run over both my legs
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever-spinning reel
As the images unwind
Like the circles that you find
In the wheeled chairs of your mind
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| Re: Nigger Hole by horus8 |
19-Jul-03/10:24 AM |
Wow, you are certainly at the peak of your creativity!!!!!!1
A pity the same can't be said of your maturity, Jeremi. Or should I say Jewremi. Jew.
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| Re: Japanese nature. by daniella |
21-Jul-03/7:05 AM |
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27-Jul-03/11:00 AM |
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A good point well made, Druid_Girl_1984. I can't think of a better way of showing that you don't care about something than by writing a massive poeme about it and posting it on a public poetry forum. Keep up the excellence!
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| Re: HATE by forsaken'sbigbro |
30-Jul-03/9:37 AM |
Wowzers. You seem so harmless on the outside. But deep down you're a seething cauldron of rage. A turbulent cess pool of corruption. Kids better stay away from you because you're dangerous. Dangerous to the max. And dark. And mysterious. You're OuT oF coNtROl, man. You're way beyond the extreme. You're special. Yeah. Right.
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30-Jul-03/10:28 AM |
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Is a butterfly's beauty on the inside or on the outside? Think on that and you'll realise your analogy fails. You fail.
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30-Jul-03/3:46 PM |
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The number of times I've seen people end their childish little rants with "If you don't like it, then you can go fuck yourself", or words to that effect, is becoming absolutely astounding. For what it's worth Brittanyy, I thought "Beauty" was beautiful. I'd never thought about beauty being something that's on the inside, before. I think there are some very ugly people here at poemeranker, and if they have a problem with that then they can go fuck themselves.
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