Re: A Sullen Moon by Jimbo	31-Jul-03/12:54 PM
Remeber, poetry is a way for people to get a good look at themselves even the blind get to see their hideous reflections. It's not for the weak of constitution mind you. So far, you're pissed off because I gave your spider poem a six and declined to vote on any of your others. Perhaps, you feel that since I'm 28, and lacking tits and ass and empathy for the overwhelming amount of congealing shit poets to the bottom of my hoof, and since I'm younger than your fat flat Harley Davidson ass, I know not how to instruct a servant to the grind about the wonders of poetry? Sir, I regret to inform you that Arthur Rimbaud was a mere seventeen year old dandy when he wrote a book that changed the planet (more inportantly he toppled off the old guard with one big swoosh). Manly P. Hall was 23. Skill is formed with dilligence and humility not hallmarkian crocodile tears my good man, and I gurantee to you that I've spent more time studying poetry than you have sleeping it off. I have earned the ability to fan tail my ass accordingly and prance around as bachanal as one can possibly become in 3 decades. It's a sacrifice, I know, the way I gloat and tweek my own nipples whilst cackeling the gay loon, but friend, know this, it's because I love you and it hurts me more than it hurts you.
Re: Snake Oil: A Deadication by OneFingerAnswer	31-Jul-03/3:04 PM
Close, but no. Funny though. This would be the limerick of what you've said. Here's a new kind of therapy I call "bullet psychology". If you need a cure This one is for sure A free 22 calibur lobotomy
Re: Witness to a Murder by poetandknowit	31-Jul-03/3:13 PM
Question: How do know you've hit a homerun out of Shitsvilles' muddy diamond? Answer: When your arch enemy Horus8 of the clan of eight. your sworn nemesis, gives you your highest vote yet on your new poemie. I know somewhere in that greasy briquette of carbon, you call your heart, you love me.
Re: When Jesus Found Me by http://mulberryfairy	31-Jul-03/3:18 PM
When he found me... We fucked like there was no tomorrow, and I bore him a proud dead baby nigger jew. Oh shit! Ha! Ha! I even made myself cringe on that one. Ha! ha!. I am foul. I am evil. I am the penised mother of a dead nigger baby Jew. Well folks, you know what this means? Hell, for sure, but for now a bar of ivory soap and a spanking.
Re: Your Great by scitz	31-Jul-03/3:36 PM
Oxycute em.
regarding some deleted poem...	31-Jul-03/3:41 PM
It turns out just like a shelless meatloaf taco should. Like a pile of leftover shit on a warm plate.
Re: Perfection by justjay	3-Aug-03/3:05 PM
Hmm mm. Well, it's odd and a bit tingly.
Re: Grampa Morris by http://bandgeek	3-Aug-03/3:07 PM
Know it well.
Re: POEM XXII by DonCalo	3-Aug-03/3:12 PM
"Verboten love devours me My body hungers for the taste Lips drip with words of honey They extinguish your craving." Could improve this.
Re: The Edge by princesszoe	4-Aug-03/4:30 PM
Could you go to Sea instead?
Re: Puerto Rican Tequila by Don-Quixote	6-Aug-03/2:03 AM
The last stanza fails to surmise the gist of your message. Perhaps, close with another observation on the drink that you're writing about.
Re: Dream Boy by indiechic656	6-Aug-03/3:41 AM
Good clean pining sonnet.
Re: How I fuck Freud off in the shower by horus8	7-Aug-03/7:40 AM
Did we? At your house? I've never been good with sex really. Probably, the prostitution thing, all that guilt short circuiting my chakras.
Re: blue lilac and I (edit) by richa	7-Aug-03/8:13 AM
Real real good.
Re: Angel by mistaric	7-Aug-03/8:36 AM
Bagel (Lyric) by Mr. Rick Here I stand, on the edge of a brand new day The sun is shining, brightly leading the payed I breathe in the exhaust, and the air all around me From out of nowhere you finally found me, and we blow dryed together You’re an Bagel, Sent from the promise land You’re an bagel, Made by a Jew's rich hand You’re an bagel, How can it be, That the way I feel about you Is how you feel about me I hear the oven incinerating yeast I smell the scent of your egg, onion, and garlic breaking as the breeze The sound of your roundness calling from the ovens of yor The way my life’s changed, it’s like you waved a magic smore You’re an Bagel, Sent from up above You’re an Bagel, You’re so hot I need a glove You’re an Bagel, How can I remove, The way I feel about you now Is pure like a white dove You pick me up, I feel on top of Jerusalem I want to shout from the top of the wailing wall, that you’re my sweetest bagel halved and toasted Loxed and boasted More precious to me than diamonds and pearls in Antwerp And as the sun sets, and nite starts to call The stars are shining, and I take you to the mall Your hole reflecting, under a child's balloon You should be my wife, with cream cheese on a spoon You’re an bagel, Sent from up above You’re an bagel, So hot I need a glove You’re an bagel, How can this be, That the way I feel about you now Is only because I like to eat And as I close my ovens, and fall gently into sleep Each nite I pray to Jesu, that like me you're deep And I thank Jews, for putting you in my mouth All my dreams have come true, Like a rebel flag down south You’re an Bagel, Sent from up above You’re an Bagel, You’re the one I love You’re an Bagel, How can it really be, That just one day without you could rewrite some Jews history.
Re: -=Dark_Angel=- RAP by poemwanker	10-Aug-03/2:10 AM
I will have you know I invented the wicky chicky wah, and deserve to be "". Thank you and good riddance.
regarding some deleted poem...	13-Aug-03/12:59 PM
Sounds like something nicole kidman would star in. I would fix that typo though, because, it instantle turns this ahh.., insiteful? observation into a hoot, it makes this less serious than you intended, in other words.
regarding some deleted poem...	13-Aug-03/1:07 PM
A bit contrived at the end, you know. "Let there be light" "I was blind now i see" "How could I have been so blind?" etc. inf. BUT overall, it had me interested. I would end it better. I'm familiar with your structure, naturally, since I patented it. Otherwise okey do. 8
Re: The Well by Caducus	13-Aug-03/1:16 PM
The well is dry. Yet, buckets keep coming. Falling into that blackhole. Wishes & drowning shimmering coins. Aged leaders weighing me down. Distant circles of light. But miry walls keep me trapped. There was a ladder. But I've long since hit bottom." Thank you, I did an edit for you too. feel free to pick and choose from any components i've modifeid or introduced. I am very flattered as always, and am your friend.
Re: Day Of Reckoning by Kitch	13-Aug-03/1:39 PM
It's good for you.