on Raining in Dream by memorybabe
25 Dec 2002, 10:00 PM
well since i'm down with that italian bink, i'll be moving on...to better things and this was nice.
replying on One Country by poetandknowit
25 Dec 2002, 9:48 PM
keen observation.
on One Country by poetandknowit
25 Dec 2002, 9:24 PM
HOW KEEP DARK AND PATTERN OFF
How keep dark
and pattern that any man suffers
off--at the wall, at where the hat
comes out of the maroow & yawns--
how keep head up the scream
& up the burial where the pattern is born--
how the leagues washing their hearts
& wrung dry only to sponge back up--men
smooching mirrors--blades honing--
tongue & eyelash of Sweet Thing
staggering the shape by the door in the baggy shadow--
how keep dark back?
Or should one bullet-forth, sleek-clothed or naked-- pierce
each entity--each clock--sharpened by art
or wine--how
enter the needle, the cloth--
how take the pattern any man suffers
and lose nothing when you
rip it off.
Stan Rice, Some Lamb 1975.
[editor's note,by horus8]here something else for you and gardel's tango don't let your pride turn your heart to the drink on the mirror to the lines in the glass dusting hollow, i'm indifferent, you're not.
How keep dark
and pattern that any man suffers
off--at the wall, at where the hat
comes out of the maroow & yawns--
how keep head up the scream
& up the burial where the pattern is born--
how the leagues washing their hearts
& wrung dry only to sponge back up--men
smooching mirrors--blades honing--
tongue & eyelash of Sweet Thing
staggering the shape by the door in the baggy shadow--
how keep dark back?
Or should one bullet-forth, sleek-clothed or naked-- pierce
each entity--each clock--sharpened by art
or wine--how
enter the needle, the cloth--
how take the pattern any man suffers
and lose nothing when you
rip it off.
Stan Rice, Some Lamb 1975.
[editor's note,by horus8]here something else for you and gardel's tango don't let your pride turn your heart to the drink on the mirror to the lines in the glass dusting hollow, i'm indifferent, you're not.
on Doped Up Dr. Seuss by smlink84
25 Dec 2002, 7:17 PM
wow. strong ending. i think you need another wait for 'an' emotional balance to the overall piece of
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on Eternal Sleep by Artificial_Sweetner
24 Dec 2002, 8:15 PM
jesus stacy settle down, it was only a blow dryer and some nail polish. put the KNIFE DOWN! nah go head.l
on Little Johnie's Jihad by <{Baba^Yaga}>
24 Dec 2002, 8:13 PM
no thanks.i
on How? Well... by RWAndersen
24 Dec 2002, 8:13 PM
this was like a tool show with a moral lesson on a christian cable channel. nice sentiments though. it was like playing ping pong with the lollipop kids in the wizard of oz back forth, back forth. 6.o
on bitterness to tenderness to endlessness by Crakyamuni
24 Dec 2002, 8:05 PM
Golden Q-tip award. spectacular read. bullit. poemranker must read. congrasulations. merry christmas.
on On the death of my Grandmother by BEBO
24 Dec 2002, 7:54 PM
bastard, have a 9 very grandma..
on Faucet's got a nasty drip. FUCK! Not again! by <{Baba^Yaga}>
24 Dec 2002, 7:52 PM
hate when that happens.l
on House of the Risen Son by livingcanvas
24 Dec 2002, 7:52 PM
rising twit.
on corners by rockinindividual
24 Dec 2002, 7:48 PM
fixed.i
on Rewrite of a goof poem. by INTRANSIT
24 Dec 2002, 6:00 PM
yuel tide cheer!!
replying on Little Johnie's Jihad by <{Baba^Yaga}>
24 Dec 2002, 5:56 PM
yeah. bummer. would you like to hear one of his last radio shows? i can email the address to radio stations archive to you..it was a cool show..you'd like it. merry jihad z.sweetie b good and careful..watch out for slot machines and gin tables. <3h.o
on Untitled by Sugarbbybuttrfly
24 Dec 2002, 12:20 PM
i went to your homepage. i think i love you too.
replying on The Coming Light by poetandknowit
24 Dec 2002, 12:36 AM
"Despite the negative comments, I actually quite like the poem. It looks like a poem that my college professor's assistant would write....have a 9 " this is precisely what is wrong with american poetry. the never ending loop. i've read this poem so maby fucking times translated from every god forsaken culture that's ever 'been', or is now..it's old and comfortable i guess for you fine tuned 'college types'. more safe poetry about mundane changes. congradulations to you and your professors..to bad you're all hopelessly doomed to stagnate in your own complaisant ass sniffing dog licks. wow. spring ahead jump back..it's winter time..i better hit the sack [you should blow your noses. your slimy upper lips are fucking making me physically sick]. (thanks for the betty ford coupon, by the way, after reading this i'll need it. see you there)