Re: Mr. Pig's Theme by Mr. Pig |
27-Jul-03/3:46 PM |
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27-Jul-03/3:52 PM |
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Re: Broken Hearted by thepinkbunnyofdooom |
27-Jul-03/4:31 PM |
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Re: Prison Dinner 'Lady' by scitz |
28-Jul-03/11:55 AM |
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Re: The Red Light Man by scitz |
28-Jul-03/12:03 PM |
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28-Jul-03/12:06 PM |
Whoever gave this a five is a twit. 8
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Re: Middleman by INTRANSIT |
28-Jul-03/12:07 PM |
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28-Jul-03/12:09 PM |
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Re: Demonic Chef by DreamerSupreme |
28-Jul-03/12:24 PM |
Good drugs will take a good person a good ways away. Good. "maman" priceless, really, exceptional.
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Re: Deranged Sailor: Sea Sickness [revised] by SupremeDreamer |
28-Jul-03/12:27 PM |
Sir, I hate you. NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!N N N NOO!
lol. You're the best.
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Re: Us by sk8rs_rule_all |
28-Jul-03/12:30 PM |
We by Me
You dont like pee
I dont like poo.
Just let me pee
and turn into a spice girl.
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Re: Poetic Soup [revised] by SupremeDreamer |
28-Jul-03/12:33 PM |
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Re: summer feeling by nolan |
28-Jul-03/1:17 PM |
lol. "but that isn't different
that is called being alone" vintage.
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Re: unlucky burglar, unlucky me by cacophony |
28-Jul-03/2:17 PM |
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28-Jul-03/6:47 PM |
Until it's king of the mountain, again.
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Re: HANDRINOS IS A HUMOURLESS PRIG by walrus8 |
30-Jul-03/12:36 PM |
You should quote me where applicable, (as in the whole poem since I wrote it) because otherwise, you're such a talentless cad, you can't even plagiarise my comments with out saturating it all in your own homosexual jealous straight edge BORING tantrumesque piddle. Good work 10!
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Re: To You, In Warmer Climes by <~> |
30-Jul-03/1:42 PM |
It's a shame you're the only competition this sight has to offer, and a dark secret relief.
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30-Jul-03/2:02 PM |
Aren't you that bunny guy.
"Black tears of acid drip" Here is your first lesson in advanced poetry for horusian warlock acceptance and a photo id with cool # membership.
Oh, and perks gallore. Here it is. Never take inconcievable notions,such as "Black tears of acid drip from her heart" And act as if such a thing is even science fictionally possible without a giggle, and then try to sell it in your poetry to us young one. Because, It never works. A great poet can take the same statement "Black tears of acid drip from her heart" And work magic, watch... Her exploding heart put my eyes out. See that?
Other than that your structure's getting a bit more personal to you, and soon you'll have developed your very own gimmick, I feel, and you probably have earned it. No, you have. Now, could you light my cigar and fix me a hot cup? Splendid.
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30-Jul-03/2:52 PM |
The reason you can't write a poem has nothing to do with 'us', and everything to do with why you seem convinced it needs to meet anyone's approval but your own. To write a poem that we approve of? Good god. lol. My dear sweet idiot the first rule of poetry is not to give a well fed fuck. Thinking of your poetry in terms of attention, acceptance, respect is something poets get on their death bed after a lifetime of writing and working the words. You're so fucking wet behind the ears you're practically breathing through gills. Wake up, shut up, and write for you, but do it well, or we'll call you on that shit. It's as simple as that. thinking like you are currently on a daily basis, searching for approval and youthfull attention? Is just your ego fucking with your self worth. Therefore, my friend, you need psychiatry, not poetry.
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Re: I sat for an hour to watch a spider by Jimbo |
30-Jul-03/4:17 PM |
Well there goes my last nerve. This poem is so incredibly contrived and forced it's practically comical. Some how you've succeeded in sucking the juice of my interest in one of our planets most mysteriously fascinating creatures (spiders) from my life permanently. Everyline in your poem is defining the absolute of something absolutely undefinable. Nobody needs you to tell them the fucking obvious. Every person alive has this story in one way shape or form, but my friend there is only 1 Charlotte's web and this is not it.all that you've mentioned azbove is a given we all have made that same symbolical connection. Why not dig deeper and make us earn the poetry. WHY! damnit, it pisses me off when poets turn fucking turn mutual of Omoha in monotone and black and white. And please don't be sensitive about my critic here friend. There is know need to be the best poetry is Poker not blind stud. Because, that's what you're doing here purposely showing us your cards, and my friend that only works if you are rich, and you're not, and I mean rich in the sense of 'a damn brilliant writer' Someone, that can explain the simplist and most mundane situations in the most beautiful way definable. Hemmingway, Joyce, Wolfe. The bottom line is you don't have the language to play stud poker with a spider poem buddy. That shit is sacred, and should be treated so, and I know you feel like you've done your bit and your justified on the subject, but you left out the essential magic connection between us and arachnids, and focused on the known taken for granteds. So I can only give you a 6.
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