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20 most recent comments by god'swife (681-700) and replies

Re: a comment on Dear Mr. Poetry, could you hold my purse? <how does babbit do it> by horus8 10-Dec-02/12:02 AM
I edited Poetry Does Not Pay, could you take a look?
Re: a comment on Dear Mr. Poetry, could you hold my purse? <how does babbit do it> by horus8 9-Dec-02/11:59 PM
I were brown wool camping socks with them. The kind sock-monkeys are made of. I don't make-up too many things and when I do I usually leave a footnote.

Can you see Auriga and Taurus yet? I haven't been able to get out of the city. If you can please tell the Plieades I said keep smiling.
Re: Dream Maker by Blue Magpie 9-Dec-02/11:48 PM
I love this poem, thank you for putting this down for people to read. It's important not to forget. I think you should end this poem at

Only man is the rebel
arguing with the source of excistence.

Make a second poem out of the rest.
Re: How the Mighty Fall by jdsnyd 9-Dec-02/11:38 PM
There is too much butterfrosting on this cake, it makes my teeth hurt. "your mind's Olympus"? Don't you think that's a little far-fetched?
Re: a comment on Dear Mr. Poetry, could you hold my purse? <how does babbit do it> by horus8 9-Dec-02/11:32 PM
I made that part up. I only wear birckenstocks, and go to oxygen bars.
Re: a comment on Dear Mr. Poetry, could you hold my purse? <how does babbit do it> by horus8 9-Dec-02/11:08 PM
You're drunk again. When I go out I carry a WWII SS flask filled with Reposado in my right boot. By the time I run out there's usually a bitch or two buying me rounds.
Re: route nine by Bill Z Bub 9-Dec-02/10:54 PM
Beautiful.
Re: a comment on route nine by Bill Z Bub 9-Dec-02/10:52 PM
I am a classic Freudian it's true, but I also talk about many other things. My arguement is that either you are afraid to treat me as anything other than a sexual object or you simply don't know how. I have never 'cried foul' as you put it. I am frustrated by the way you ignore me as a serious writer. You supposedly never have the time to comment on my poetry in any constructive manner, but yet you have oodles of time to waste humiliating me. I have never called you a lonely old bastard. In your words I was just a sweet spot during a weak moment brought about by drink and an outcast feeling. It is too dangerous to look at me and see the woman I really am. It is you who are struggling to keep me one-dimensional. Now you are really reaching. I have never been, am not currently, and will never be a bore. You're just in deeper than you care to be.
Re: a comment on Dear Mr. Poetry, could you hold my purse? <how does babbit do it> by horus8 9-Dec-02/10:00 PM
He's much more Billy Holiday than Henry Rollins. Your discription couldn't be further off.
Re: Jacaranda by David 9-Dec-02/4:12 PM
Try 'enchanted by your....' that way you really have been transformed. This isn't about a tree is it?
Re: triple suicide server line by Bill Z Bub 9-Dec-02/12:25 PM
Suicide Typo, is an affective play, you are a very good writer.
Re: missing time by Bill Z Bub 9-Dec-02/12:17 PM
What did you change? It sounds cleaner each time, but the last edit must of been very mininimal.
Re: Missing the In-Between by <~> 9-Dec-02/12:12 PM
Carries the image of sad contentment with dignity, I don't find dogs in poems very often, loyal creatures.
Re: a comment on route nine by Bill Z Bub 7-Dec-02/6:38 PM
A friend in need is a friend indeed, but I'm not the any-port-in-a-storm kind. Thanks for the offer, but I don't like the idea of an Angel no matter how Daek, picking the flesh off my dead dream. I'll just put her on the compost heap along with all the others; keep her little shoes in a box for a keepsake. See, you've already helped. Can I have a rain-check, just in case?

For I reckon that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall be revealed in us.
Romans 8:18.
Re: a comment on route nine by Bill Z Bub 7-Dec-02/12:59 PM
When will I learn...
Re: a comment on route nine by Bill Z Bub 7-Dec-02/12:36 PM
I prefer tea if you don't mind, and littles cakes if it's no trouble. Promise me you're not just using me because your drunk or lonely. Even a glamourous bitch can be hurt and in need. I heard you get your honey from killer bees.
Re: a comment on missing time by Bill Z Bub 7-Dec-02/12:11 PM
Nice edit. Those wonderful children need to be cut loose sometimes, they'll be back.
Re: And uncle sam says... by INTRANSIT 7-Dec-02/10:47 AM
Changethetitle,itdoesn'ttiein.Didyoumakeupthethirdline?
Re: a comment on route nine by Bill Z Bub 7-Dec-02/10:30 AM
Out of touch with what? Your flippant uncaring manner? Your superiority? Your right to be cruel? Why can't you just leave me alone?
Re: a comment on route nine by Bill Z Bub 7-Dec-02/10:16 AM
Fuck you, leave me the fuck alone you stupid fuck. You never address me in any kind of constructive or even, dare I say it, mature manner. Your just a miserable lout, and I've lost all patience with you. What in the fuck do you care what i comment on his poems? Of course you will counter that you don't care, that you were just calling attention to my silly girlish remark, or that you were just teasing me. You make me feel so tredmendously sad, you have no idea.

I'm not sure who's fooling who
as I'm watching your decay
We both no you could deflate
A 7 hurricane
Seems like you and your tribe
decided you'd re-write the law
Segragate the Body from the Soul
Don't give me yours
but i'll still give you mine
I can look your God right in the eye.
I believe in defending what we could've stood for.
It seems in vogue
to be a closet mysogynist.

A change of course in our direction
A dash of truth
spread thinly like a flag.

Oh Zion
please remove your glove
dispel every trace
of his spoken word
that has lodged in my vortex
--oh but no
Messiahs need people
dying in their name
you could have spared me.


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