poemranker ::20 most recent comments by lastobelus (121-140) and replies

Comments bylastobelus, 121–140 back, including replies. Only comments on poems

replying on Assassin Nation by Blue Magpie 14 Mar 2003, 3:45 AM
In other words, you agree with me.
replying on Assassin Nation by Blue Magpie 14 Mar 2003, 3:44 AM
You think so? I find it to be a lustful, robust, brave, invigorating and satisfying opinion.

And incredibly freeing. It is mind-boggling the sense of lightness one feels when one slips free of the delusion the universe is or ought to be fair and good and sentient. Get a sense of proportion: we are a microsopic fleck on a grain of sand suspended in the pacific ocean. As if the universe does (or possibly could) give a fuck about any of us!
replying on Maud, After the Death of her Daughter Lynn by middenHeap 14 Mar 2003, 1:17 AM
thanks, but this one is unsaveable. It's all teenage homework assignment-ish. That's why it's on the trash heap with a title of repudiation.

I haven't done any writing in 7 years, I'm gonna be weeding my garden for a while.
on My friend by Luv2write 13 Mar 2003, 4:35 PM
This poem is cool, it's exactly the same if you read it backwards as when you read it frontwards.

How'd you do that?
on Perversions 6: Judgement Day by razorgrin 13 Mar 2003, 4:32 PM
Most excellent limerickizationalism.
replying on sexy by elizabethann 13 Mar 2003, 4:25 PM
Holy shit, I remember reading about that in the paper!!!! That was YOU?!?

What happened to the girl? did she end up dropping the charges? There was a rumor going around that you worked out some sort of deal with her where she dropped the charges and you let her keep the goat.
on hard as a rock by <~> 13 Mar 2003, 2:06 PM
luscious and lascivious. I read it in all the wrong ways (I know a little bit about those Mayans)
on oedipus is raising a pint to me now by <~> 13 Mar 2003, 1:00 PM
ha, very clever.
replying on UNTITLED by bxjay170 13 Mar 2003, 12:23 PM
stay away from my underpants, girl
lest you end like the last little pearl
she made her survey
but was frightened away
by the man-thing she caused to unfurl
replying on sexy by elizabethann 13 Mar 2003, 10:52 AM
tonight, dark angel's cleaning out his closet.

snap back to reality, dark angel. Get back to your old rhapsody.

(yo, just kidding, I never meant to hurt yo-ouo-ouou)
replying on UNTITLED by bxjay170 13 Mar 2003, 10:45 AM
what the hell is that supposed to mean? I actually didn't vote on this pome, just used it to stroke my limerick bone. Because I'm sarcastic I'm also alone, but I don't shout, whine, promulgate depression or moan.
replying on UNTITLED by bxjay170 13 Mar 2003, 10:27 AM
ARE YOU INVERTING YOUR VOTING AGAIN? YOU FUCKER.
on UNTITLED by bxjay170 13 Mar 2003, 10:26 AM
definitely needs a limerick:

bxjay shouts over a moan
'bout how much he feels all alone
if he "seattled" his soul
he'd get out of his hole
and so, to the west coast he's flown

one 9 worth of delicious absurdity.
on advice for the heated by <~> 13 Mar 2003, 10:16 AM
oh you voyeur you
on The Bloody War Of Angels by Caducus 13 Mar 2003, 9:52 AM
sweet

s/there/their/ in stanza 3 line 3 before pk gets here and craps

my nitpicks: stanza 2 line 1 bugs me because its awkward. why not just something like angels trick the cherubs into killing the stars. or angels corrupt the cherubs and they start killing stars. or something.

and stanza 4 line 1. The rest of the poem is startlingly original, making "eyes bleed black" stand out for it's familiarity.
on The Courtesan by horus8 13 Mar 2003, 7:40 AM
softy. sniff.
on Dust by Caducus 13 Mar 2003, 7:31 AM
very nice, first stanza rocks & the yourself more self repetition is brill.

pickety-snickety: should in the quill not be with the quill?
on Assassin Nation by Blue Magpie 13 Mar 2003, 6:54 AM
bah

the universe couldn't care less
whether we oppress or progress or transgress
but with every breath
it is only to death
it demands that we all acquiesce
on What Have You Swallowed by Fear of Garbage 13 Mar 2003, 6:47 AM
intricate and fractal. perhaps one day you can tell me what it means, for now I am content to turn it over and over in my hands and puzzle, watching for the light glinting off elusive facets.