regarding some deleted poem...	19-Sep-02/7:55 AM
christof--drop some of the articles--stars are out tonight/cars are distant/silence is the only sound-- also, last stanza--too wordy, and don't need the rhyme, perhaps? maybe: don't ask me to explain this love/accept its blessings, silent mystery...
regarding some deleted poem...	19-Sep-02/8:11 AM
i agree with mrs.g. i'm awash in the imagery, but it's a tsunami. break it down into manageable bites; there's no story here to carry me in its current, just wave upon wave upon wave of embroicered finery. balance. seek a balance.
Re: Glassblowers by Christof	19-Sep-02/8:30 AM
do you need the first line? i son't think so...
Re: Winter by morffrom	19-Sep-02/10:12 AM
crap. heartstring puller. you probably collect 'precious moments' figurines... sorry, but this lacks in every way
regarding some deleted poem...	19-Sep-02/10:22 AM
what, is there some anonymous ranker out there giving 10's to shite? or are people doing it themselves? i mean, damn, there is some good stuff on here, but this sure as hell ain't it
Re: i saw by comdot	19-Sep-02/10:52 AM
and in doing so, destroy it...acony bell
regarding some deleted poem...	19-Sep-02/11:01 AM
putting horses and men on the same line puts them in the same context, mrs.g. ergo, (just as big) seemsboastful and unnecessary. wretched regret, or is it regurgitated? room/womb...are you with child here, and is that why it is retched instead of wretched? or both at the same time? again, a spoken piece...would work on so many levels if heard instead of read...but the escapism at the last doesn't jibe with the title? where are your thoughts? all at once?
Re: On waiting to pick up my lover on Friday by bigbigdog	20-Sep-02/10:56 AM
bigbigidiot, just go away, k?
Re: BoatFuckerPoetandKnowit by bigbigdog	20-Sep-02/11:02 AM
wow. you really have no shame, no brain.
Re: Father worked Nights, Thats why I am fucked up by bigbigdog	20-Sep-02/11:08 AM
you are one stupid fuck, bigbigdog. i don't know where you come from, but why don't you go back there? not only was it a crime to steal ogden nash's words, it is also a crime to steal p&k's. and now it's personal, 'cause you're fucking with a friend. if your goal is to get as much hate mail as possible in one afternoon, hey man, you've got a great start. fuck off, loser.
Re: Pilgrim by timfowler	23-Sep-02/11:18 AM
i walked of my own will through the passages of this poem, smiled at your greying. Not at your weariness, but at your recognition of it, pilgrim.
Re: Night Photograph by jess33	23-Sep-02/11:36 AM
sometimes what is captured on film is so much emptier though. and the inherent sadness of that can be...devastating...
Re: Trespasser at the Men's Bathing Pond by Christof	23-Sep-02/12:11 PM
i'd like it better if s1 ended 'only a ripple' repeating from the line above--a sort of reinforcement of incredulity. ripples can effect untold change, when time and circumstance align just so
Re: Bitter as Wormwood by vulcan	23-Sep-02/12:23 PM
the connexion between trampled stolen roses and hearts and tombstones intrigues me, but i want more development
Re: yellow afterthoughts by royalflesh	23-Sep-02/12:27 PM
i had a bag full of their broken teeth. i made a magic necklace from them. when the moon is blue, is naked time and dancing is sweetest, and mud is the only covering permittes us. and mariglds. lovely, lovely marigolds.
Re: Here In The Heart of Amber by Lenore	23-Sep-02/12:30 PM
you have inspired me. i thank you.
Re: untitled by ThreeFourSix	23-Sep-02/3:05 PM
trippity-quick words, like the beginning of it all. when the need is sated, what will there be left but the deed? proceed with caution, but proceed.
Re: Universal Musings by blu143	23-Sep-02/3:07 PM
future past presents itself in feeble mind...try, but not so hard. let it be you instead.
regarding some deleted poem...	23-Sep-02/3:15 PM
truth and wisdom, are they ever friends, mrs.g? mean and spare, truth can be. wisdom is open and bleached dry as bones, but life springs from listeing at her spring. (roses like a deep slow watering, late at night. don't wet their leves or they rot, at least here in the northeast) z
regarding some deleted poem...	23-Sep-02/3:18 PM
And he throbs, and realizes he is thinking of you...