Poemranker [Poem: Spotty Sun] [by Blindpoetry] Mon Nov 25 16:10:06 PST 2024

The sun's so spotty Lemon faucets and Onions win the Golden-Spangled Action Game We call love the anti Drug and depressed Forgetting how to sin Love and fruitful is I smell babe and Ruth as my temptation I smell faith and Truth as my deception Crouching under the arms Of my couch, sofa, supreme Agents searching for an Answer is no where Who's that clue? He's in your direction Who's that estate? She's in your destination Casting spells and Queuing you into a Play over here with a Spotty sun, find shade

[8] Bhaskaryya @ 61.0.144.41 | 27-Dec-04/9:16 PM | Reply

I don't really follow it well. The weaving of words, though not overly complicated, seems a bit confusing.
Can't say I like it, neither do I hate it.

[n/a] Blindpoetry @ 68.11.192.79 > Bhaskaryya | 27-Dec-04/9:29 PM | Reply

Trying not to sound like an overlord or some type of god that knows everything and/or knows how to make weird things - i made it choppy on purpose...becuase. it was fun and i sortof wanted to impact different kinds of subjects in each stanza.

Me explaining each stanza would sort of kill the poem, in my eyes.

blahblahblahblahbalh hope that helps i guess.
once again, blahablhablhablhablah

[8] Bhaskaryya @ 61.0.144.41 > Blindpoetry | 27-Dec-04/9:43 PM | Reply

Blah Blah really helps. Now I understand the poem better. *Wish I could vote again*.

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