Re: Late Night Moon by lastobelus	23-Jan-04/5:31 PM
I don't understand why the moon made you into a puppet. Nor do I understand why your shadows lurched 'sheepishly'. Should it be "feet of the sea" or "foot of the sea"? You usually hear people say "at the foot of the mountain", but ne'er "at the feet of the mountain"... or is that wrong?
Re: a comment on His Master's Jodhpurs by -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I.	23-Jan-04/11:32 AM
You can't look at it.
Re: a comment on His Master's Jodhpurs by -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I.	23-Jan-04/11:08 AM
What a lovely gift!!!!!!!1
Re: Sci-fi ode to poemranker nicknames by zodiac	23-Jan-04/9:44 AM
More to the point, I think, is the peerless pleasure of an evening stroll on Jesus Green, smoking a good pipe, delighting in the smell of the air and the trees, and watching the smoke lazily curl up into the air to mingle with the uneducated smoke from the chest-nut vendors' stands. I remember one autumn when I was escorting the Captain's daughter, as she was then, to the boat-houses one fine evening, when a crudely-dressed vagrant began to skilfully gamboll and whistle a lewd tune in front of us. Quick as a flash, I seized a handful of hot coals from a chest-nut stove and flung them against the peasant's rudimentary tunic, which I now saw to be made of oil paintings and straw. The wretched fellow burst into flames at once, shrieking and beating himself about the pate with a frenzy. It was at that very moment that I realised I had forgotten to bring old Harrison's pocket-watch with me. I cursed and double cursed myself. Well, you can imagine what happened next, so I shan't bore you with the telling. Suffice it to say: the Trinity breakdancing championships were never the same again!
Re: Games by fevriere	23-Jan-04/8:32 AM
A colossal exploration of a trapped guff.
Re: a comment on Sprouts From the Jar by hatedestruction	23-Jan-04/8:31 AM
You're a giant bender.
Re: a comment on The way I know it's love by baby_d	10-Nov-03/7:21 AM
What
Re: paint me a poem with pictures by nentwined	10-Nov-03/4:51 AM
I have become convinced that the sole purpose of this poem is to deliberately confuse the reader so greatly that when he finally deciphers the claptrap within, he confuses his enormous relief that the ordeal is over with a sense of joy and beauty-appreciation. 10!!!1
Re: a comment on The way I know it's love by baby_d	10-Nov-03/2:54 AM
Liar. You'll never get into Jesu Park if you don't have the strength - yes that's right THE STRENGTH - to tell the truth. No doubt you'll claim the poeme genuinely was never in question, but that would only be another lie. Another example of your weakness. You are weak. Beak.
Re: Steal my heart by baby_d	9-Nov-03/3:09 PM
Congratulations, you've managed to use "love" three times and "heart" four times in three verses. Without a doubt this is the most beautiful and meaningful poem ever written. Oh yeah, and you used "heart/apart". Do you ever wake up and suddenly think, "Oh no, I'm mindblowingly stupid"?
Re: a comment on Belgium and rose tears by SupremeDreamer	9-Nov-03/10:58 AM
Look fucktard: why the fuck are you telling me what you mean by PERSONAL writes? What the fuck has that got to do with anything? Where in Sodomy did I say anything that suggested I was somehow distorting your idea of what constituted a PERSONAL write? Where have I been "too slow to catch your drift"? What the hell are you on about? The issue at hand is that you posted your PERSONAL writes on a public poetry ranking website, so one can only assume you want people to tell you what they think of them. In truth, you don't want to know what people think of them - you just want people to say they like them. Perhaps there should be another poeme category - next to "Pimple" - called "Personal". "Personal" writes are deemed to be above all scrutiny, and any ranker who reads said "Personal" write is obliged to post either a single, laudatory comment or nothing at all. What to you think about that, fucknut?
Re: It was... by Shardik	7-Nov-03/1:46 PM
This is probably the best thing you've written all year. Mainly because it's such a blatant ripoff of "I've got the eaten my crustacean soulmate blues". L.Ol>
Re: What Do You Do? by tori	7-Nov-03/6:50 AM
Oh look, what a fucking surprise. It's another piece of prose with no poetic characteristics whatsoever, but the author has inserted arbitary linebreaks all over the place and deluded themselves into thinking it's a beautiful freeform poem of self-expression. You're shit.
Re: a comment on God bless your stool plop by <{Baba^Yaga}>	6-Nov-03/4:52 PM
Funked up, or what!? Yeah I'd like to give him a piece of my mind... or two!!! But enough about the turbo cack - that shit's been boiling my groove cakes since party time, and I'm in no mood for a double-decker disco tube after three solid nights on the dweebs. Let's hit the beat and crank up the remix, lay down some chives and sample our way to the spazz-stall. Chugg down the b's on a tronic trip to the capital of fucked, then take the junk trolley to the nearest bum beaker. I'm not a bugger for mixing the moves but your top 5 jam facts are clubbing my clogs in the 3-2-1 countdown to BIGTIME! I'm leaving you now. Because, to be perfectly honest, I'm monumentally jelly.
Re: A Truth About Mortals by Caducus	6-Nov-03/7:00 AM
I can't begin to describe how this poeme made me feel. Mostly like breaking all your fingers so you'd never again write anything like "Today I dressed myself in rain" or "We are primates who swallow the keys of freedom/Performing for others voyeuristic preconceptions". This isn't a poem, it's pretentious guff with line breaks sprinkled arbitrarily throughout. Maybe you should try reading some real poetry by actual poets next time you're thinking of putting a draft of last year's suicide note through an autoformatter and posting it here.
Re: a comment on Belgium and rose tears by SupremeDreamer	6-Nov-03/6:49 AM
Kiev(x) := Pulped x, surrounded by breadcrumbs, and if x = chicken, containing some white sauce that they put in the middle. Kiev() is not overloaded, as 'Kiev' is not a function, it is a pointer to a city in eastern Europe. The language describing the universe has separate namespaces for functions and variables. As for your concern about whether it should be a sausage Kiev or, perhaps, a Pork Kiev, ask yourself this: Is a chicken or part thereof actually pulped in the manufacture of a chicken Kiev?
Re: Aspic by Shardik	4-Nov-03/5:28 AM
Have you ever experienced a 'jowling'?
Re: a comment on What went wrong with America? (An essay) by Jeremi B. Handrinos	3-Nov-03/11:41 AM
Late at night when the Kindly Folk Of The Towne are fast asleep. That is your time. Your quiet time. Skulking through the shadows in a black cape, you forage for night-chives in the park. But what's that bleating? It is your bleating. You have unearthed a fresh harvest of berries beneath a shrub. Tonight will be a night for feasting; you shan't need to feed again for several days. * * * Morning beckons, and the Towne is no place for a breedling. Cradling your prize in wicker hands, you must return to the roost. The sky reddens and Kindly Folk begin to stir. But they don't ask questions. There is little trace of your activities: a few berry stains lining the gutter; and the pavings have been littered with fresh dung from the night before.
Re: a comment on Texas by Nicholas Jones	3-Nov-03/8:17 AM
Shut up Nicholas Jones. That isn't your lifelong dream. Your lifelong dream is (a) to make every single person in the world apologise to the Welsh for God knows what, and (b) to make every single person in the world live in a terraced house. My lifelong dream is World Peace.
Re: a comment on What went wrong with America? (An essay) by Jeremi B. Handrinos	3-Nov-03/5:41 AM
To say that this poeme is generic thinking is also generic thinking.