on Anodyne by wilco
9 May 2004, 12:15 AM
Are you Dave?
on Obituary for the Moon by wilco
9 May 2004, 12:13 AM
Yes, barkeep I would like a gin and tonic water!!!!
on Daddy's Little Girl by daveslady
9 May 2004, 12:11 AM
The true question here is: Are you really Dave's lady? And if so why would you represent yourself in an oddly public setting such as poemranker as the property of a man? Are you so hung up and emotionally connected to this Dave that you have lost any sense of individual self and simply become 1) your gender (in this case lady) and 2) an extension of someone else (in this case Dave)?
on Barometric pressure & true love (The prince of storms) by Jeremi B. Handrinos
8 May 2004, 11:54 PM
Jeremi B. Handrinos I knew you would make it to the top. I am with GW. My soul has truly been kissed by this masterpiece. Farawell my beloved, stay ribbony.
on California triolets by zodiac
8 May 2004, 11:51 PM
Reading Lawrence without the D.H. and drinking Chivas how ghastly laughable and remarkably âoh my darling I have this English degree so I just might as well spout what I know here and now.â Anyway, where was I now? âRibbony (I am a writer therefore I can make up words just like my long dead hero cummings â huh â he had cum in his mane dude) roads?â Exactly (now you are in Nevada home of the E.T. Highway so maybe you were abducted and taken to a land where roads are of a substance much lighter than concrete and asphalt) what is the literary objective here. Hmmm. Letâs see. Ribbony. Circular. You are in Nevada. There are no cloverleaf highways except in Las Vegas. Oh. I love it. Lawrence without the D.H., Chivas and Las Vegas. How so post modern and decadent like all at the same time. Or ribbony â meaning narrow, as in strip as in reference to endless. It is Nevada, drive where you like. Breathe the beautiful air. Love again. At least triolet is close to toil or toilet, which oddly enough is where I must go now.
replying on What went wrong with America? (An essay) by Jeremi B. Handrinos
3 Nov 2003, 8:57 AM
You, sir, are an abomination of the human spirit. Every since we broke up last spring you have sought to distort my good name among our collective social group and hurt my feelings at any expense. I am sorry things did not work out, but you must move on, dear.
replying on Texas by Nicholas Jones
2 Nov 2003, 8:36 PM
The margarita and fajita were invented in Dallas, Texas. There are your state facts for this evening. Why and where are you in the Lone Star state?
on Texas by Nicholas Jones
2 Nov 2003, 8:03 PM
Hasty generalizations will only make you look foolish.
replying on What went wrong with America? (An essay) by Jeremi B. Handrinos
2 Nov 2003, 7:48 PM
Easy there Billy Babbit.
replying on What went wrong with America? (An essay) by Jeremi B. Handrinos
2 Nov 2003, 7:22 PM
Not only does it talk, but its so clever. Mom, can I have one?
on What went wrong with America? (An essay) by Jeremi B. Handrinos
2 Nov 2003, 7:17 PM
Such generic thinking, and to come from such a hard hittin' street poet and budding screenwriter as yourself. It is in these rants that your severe lack of education shows. Alas, the bucklehead arises and speaks the truth of the blue-collar beat. Rise up proletariats. Rise up!!!!
replying on Fulfilling the destiny by INTRANSIT
31 Oct 2003, 9:01 AM
I, for one, will never stop going to hookers.
replying on Fulfilling the destiny by INTRANSIT
31 Oct 2003, 8:51 AM
I wasn't asking you to beautify the end of the world as you like. I said you had a decent idea and I believe that is worth something. I just think the poem in style is rather generic.
on exploration of entirety by skaskowski
31 Oct 2003, 8:49 AM
You write like Richa, except in this case you make more sense.
replying on The Director by Everyone
30 Oct 2003, 7:25 PM
White Jade, Red Jade or Purple Jade?
replying on Thee of most shiny belt buckles by <{Baba^Yaga}>
30 Oct 2003, 7:23 PM
Well then, we need more buckleheads like you. Peace out, dawg!!!
on Dale Winton's Buttocks by Ya Kid K
30 Oct 2003, 7:11 PM
It was so cute in those days when you were just poor little Ranger â the little brit popper that couldnât.
on Thee of most shiny belt buckles by <{Baba^Yaga}>
30 Oct 2003, 7:01 PM
Hard hittin' street poetry if there ever was hard hittin' street poetry.
on Fulfilling the destiny by INTRANSIT
30 Oct 2003, 6:39 PM
Decent idea presented in rather generic fashion.