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.
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Re: Grampa Morris by http://bandgeek |
3-Aug-03/3:07 PM |
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Re: Perfection by justjay |
3-Aug-03/3:05 PM |
Hmm mm. Well, it's odd and a bit tingly.
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Re: a comment on At a hotel room in Royal Oak by horus8 |
1-Aug-03/5:25 PM |
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Re: a comment on I, Ann Boleyn by http://mulberryfairy |
1-Aug-03/5:23 PM |
You must be staring at my zipper. Here, let's slow it down for you... M-o-r-o-n, t-h-a-t'-s probably W-H-Y, I gave it a ten, what makes you think I don't recognize good poetry when i see it? The fact that I think your's isn't? You poor guilt ridden stench. You should abandon all hope and cork off.
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Re: a comment on I, Ann Boleyn by http://mulberryfairy |
1-Aug-03/5:16 PM |
I don't understand your comparison. Could you try to be a little more specific without sounding like a talking monotone penis? I believe that might help us bridge our differences. What do you think? Also, why is it that you feel, somehow, god only knows why I imagine, that calling me walrus8 is supposed to be offending to me? You must be either as old as dust, or a completely repressed homonius nerdious of the worst possible scenario. Brother, I will, maintain my composure, and once again offer you my hand in frienship (If it looks like a giant penis, that's okay because that's what my friendship hand looks like, do not fear) Love, dear friend, is contagious, please don't hate me because I love you. It's like struggling in quicksand, try to relax, and let me do all the work. Shhhh. slurp, blurble pop! bloop, gone.
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Re: a comment on I, Ann Boleyn by http://mulberryfairy |
1-Aug-03/5:05 PM |
Are you slow? What the fuck are you talking about? You get easilly confused. Here, let me help you Einstein. I said "how could someone give this 'great poem' a zero, as in 0, as in what happens on poemranker often was beyond me. So I gave you a ten, as in 10, to balance off the negativity. So what the hell are you chirping about me being cold, and I told you for christ sake "rubards" are Rhubarb flavored profalactics, are we squared away now? Good god, also you're a great poet, but not too quick, here, let me help you. Poet and growit/ is a sporty cad from Misery missouri who loves to shave scrotum in the dark after pounding a few dozen vodka tonics and Settle/a millionaire million other fucking names on this deplorable cock infection known as poemranker, and he goes to school at RISDI. Okay, now moving on.
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Re: Your Great by scitz |
31-Jul-03/3:36 PM |
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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.
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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.
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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
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Re: a comment on A Sullen Moon by Jimbo |
31-Jul-03/1:21 PM |
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Re: a comment on Witness to a Murder by poetandknowit |
31-Jul-03/1:18 PM |
Versa good sir, thank you.
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Re: a comment on Witness to a Murder by poetandknowit |
31-Jul-03/1:16 PM |
Yes, "Correct", I'm with you.
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Re: a comment on Witness to a Murder by poetandknowit |
31-Jul-03/1:14 PM |
So... I think I pissed your friend Thom off, I'm sorry... God knows I tried so hard not to go overboard, but unfortunately, his argument had two things moving in disfavour of victory.
1) His poetry was cocca, his old stuff was wayyyy better.
2) He set me up with too sweet a shot, I had to take it.
Please forgive my. My peers, my teachers... I know I have been bad, but I couldn't help it... My shit detector was red lining.
Do you still love me Z, Pk, Gw, WORLD!!!! ohhhh sweet Jesu, I am a sinner with a cursed tongue fuzz fungal birth defect called.
THE EYE OF HORUS! I see all, I am a warm wind breaking, I am the scent of dew. Yeah, okay, well... I'm going to go smoke now thanks for hearing me out. My names Jeremi I'm a Rankaholic.
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Re: a comment on Witness to a Murder by poetandknowit |
31-Jul-03/1:06 PM |
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Re: a comment on Witness to a Murder by poetandknowit |
31-Jul-03/1:05 PM |
Nice try, but rest assured I knew that going into the piece.
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Re: a comment on Witness to a Murder by poetandknowit |
31-Jul-03/1:04 PM |
Beautiful, I love it when you talk dirty. Umm, say... "Narcissistic elitism with a dash of sado masochist", please, i'm so close to spooging.
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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.
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Re: Witness to a Murder by poetandknowit |
31-Jul-03/12:31 PM |
Well, well. I don't know why this poem has gotten such low ranks? It's totaly self absorbed and uninteresting. I love it!
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