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20 most recent comments by god'swife (741-760) and replies

Re: a comment on I Stand Mesmerized by abbaslittleclingon 19-Nov-02/10:00 PM
Hello, she's no longer picking fruit either! Or perhaps there's a govt. sponsored program were they hand out laptops to migrant workeres. "Sorry no healt -care or schools but here's something to keep you 'connected'. She 's got a website. I never said anything derogatory, well expect of course that you don't know what you're talking about. Like that's ever stopped you before. Anyway, I'm just having fun. Aren't you? One Country is the time Eddy and I held hands cause we were square dance partners. The rest of the time you're throwing sand.

Re: a comment on I Stand Mesmerized by abbaslittleclingon 19-Nov-02/9:59 PM
Hello, she's no longer picking fruit either! Or perhaps there's a govt. sponsored program were they hand out laptops to migrant workeres. "Sorry no healt -care or schools but here's something to keep you 'connected'. She 's got a website. I never said anything derogatory, well expect of course that you don't know what you're talking about. Like that's ever stopped you before. Anyway, I'm just having fun. Aren't you? One Country is the time Eddy and I held hands cause we were square dance partners. The rest of the time you're throwing sand
Re: a comment on I Stand Mesmerized by abbaslittleclingon 19-Nov-02/9:59 PM
Hello, she's no longer picking fruit either! Or perhaps there's a govt. sponsored program were they hand out laptops to migrant workeres. "Sorry no healt -care or schools but here's something to keep you 'connected'. She 's got a website. I never said anything derogatory, well expect of course that you don't know what you're talking about. Like that's ever stopped you before. Anyway, I'm just having fun. Aren't you? One Country is the time Eddy and I held hands cause we were square dance partners. The rest of the time you're throwing sand
Re: a comment on I Stand Mesmerized by abbaslittleclingon 19-Nov-02/6:10 PM
Whether picking fruit or cleaning up after rich people, peasants are peasants. I guess weez inside-nigga's, cuz weez pretty an maza' shur dun liked it when we sat on his knee, I use to hike up my pettycoats shuffle my feets and sing

Hot tamales and they's red hot yeah I got 'em for sale
Hot tamales and they's red hot yeah I got 'em for sale
One for a nickle and two for dime
I would sell you more but they ain't none of mine.
Hot tamales and they's red hot yeah we got 'em for sale!

Then mazza' would pats my head and give me a hunk of pork jowl. I'd give it to mama and she'd flavor up d' greens with it. Ew-wee!!! What the fuck do you know about how I grew u
Re: a comment on St. Germain & The Charismatically Uncomitted by <{Baba^Yaga}> 19-Nov-02/4:52 PM
I think the better argument is that I'm rating this on a curve, and after reading so many dull and ugly things this is a breath of clever and intelligent air. The fact is if he was a complete stranger I would probably praise him more then I already do. You can never be a prophet in your own hometown and all that. I knew this boy once, in 1st grade, Eddy, I think his name was. He really liked me and I liked him. He insisted on expressing his affections by throwing sand in my face. Once he came over to my easel and started painting my face with his brush. The teacher screamed at him but I knew he was frustrated with his inability to show me how much he loved me. You remind me of him
Re: a comment on I Hear My Name Called Again and Again by abbaslittleclingon 19-Nov-02/3:46 PM
How on earht is my comment a vicious attack? You mis-spelled many words, and searing waves make little to no sense. May b u shud go 2 skewl. Get that ed-u-k-shun u so unjustlee mist owut on.
Re: St. Germain & The Charismatically Uncomitted by <{Baba^Yaga}> 19-Nov-02/3:30 PM
Hello again, can't even remember reading this before, how sad. Anyway, there are too many wonders here to single out just one but I love, I can't one or even two, the whole things tremendous. Bravo.
Re: a comment on I Stand Mesmerized by abbaslittleclingon 19-Nov-02/2:41 PM
Your poems are crap compared to mine.Why don't you write about your childhood that would be interesting. I come from a long line of peasants via Spain, Argentina & Ecuador. You should stop acting like a dictionary with Tourette's syndrome, or a monkey in a tuxedo. You've never had a single lesson in anything? Whether self taught or otherwise? You're so full of crap. Pretention knows no economic boundaries.
Re: Dad by Someone 19-Nov-02/11:38 AM
Get rid of the rhetorical questions. They add nothing except making you sound pitiful, which is very uninteresting. Your problem is interesting, so I'll take this scrap heap and write a poem about it for you later this afternoon.
Re: A lighthouse by emilyowey 19-Nov-02/12:34 AM
Let not mine eyes gaze upon this putried assemblage.
My life is a suasage link and you, you are the pancake.
I'm drawn to your butter and imitation maple syrup.
Guide me home again
Into the security of a carbohydrate blanket.
An elevated glucose level shines behind your eyes.
Oh House of Lite Pancakes
Close not the kitchen.
I am drawn to you.
I am drawn to the fork and knife.
Re: All is Just a Crush by confuzdlilgirl 19-Nov-02/12:20 AM
"For one to own the feel of being free" is worht the effort. Trudge on. You're young yet. You need an intelligent scarf to wear with those butt-huggers. Take a vow of silence. It works. No cell phone, no radio. No gum smacking trance music girls gone crazy.
Re: Sisters in Disquise by confuzdlilgirl 19-Nov-02/12:14 AM
If I was your friend, I would never let you go out wearing this poem. It makes you look fat, and kinda stupid. O.K., really stupid.
Re: Litany of the Mullet by Shin-Bojangles 19-Nov-02/12:08 AM
"There's only one choice." would have ended this better. Otherwise puerile as ever.
Re: The Social Muse by w~* ATHENA *~w 18-Nov-02/11:59 PM
The last stanza is sheer brillance. The rest is sadly tainted by the grammartical fart at the end of L3 S2. Rework that and you'll have 10s up to your _____ (insert body part here) I'd say boobies but i'm not quite sure how tall you are. So I'll say pelvic mound.
Re: "Why would I need to get in touch with you?" by Limness 18-Nov-02/1:45 PM
Too anorexic. I think 'The weight of those words" would add some much needed direction. Also try title in qoutes. What do you think?
Re: Wind Whisper by abbaslittleclingon 18-Nov-02/1:41 PM
Not bad. Antiquiated, but it the rythmn doesn;t detract from the sense of it. Or in ohter words you managed it without having to revert to silly sentences.
Re: I Hear My Name Called Again and Again by abbaslittleclingon 18-Nov-02/1:35 PM
Typos a plenty. Not to mention searing waves??? I believe you lifted this from some silent movie.
Re: I Stand Mesmerized by abbaslittleclingon 18-Nov-02/12:58 PM
Look everyone! It's Rod McKuen meets Ansel Adams. I bet your parents bought you lessons in eloquetion(sp?). You always refused to take of the toga and laurel wreath at the end of class.
Re: Bloody Sonner by The Eskimo King 18-Nov-02/12:52 PM
Your hemmorrhaging all over the place. Nurse, this poet needs more suction. I can't see what the bloody hell he's talking about.
Re: Boy I Know by Goose 18-Nov-02/12:24 PM
Yuo are discribing every ding-dong on this site. Including me, though I am feminine and old. Of course we do have one or two Phd.s hanging about, but they are expert in ideas and words. Hah. As if that where something worthwhile. They can't fill a cavity or a prescription. They can come at you with words,and words and even more words. No cure. Quite the contrary, they breed schizophrenia in this weak culture of ours. Subversives. Spending untold thousands just to toss around the acedemic ball. You're friend has promised nothing, and owes nothing. It's 'too' not 'to' in line 7. Your poem smacks of judgement, and righteuos indignation, Pee-you


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