Poemranker [Poem: that sixty minutes] [by francis nor capule] Thu Nov 21 06:17:40 PST 2024

that sixty minutes (Free verse) by francis nor capule

sixty minutes of waiting there for you on that corner, throngs of buses passing by the multitude comes and goes i badly wanted a cigarette so bad, but i remembered the promise i made so i kept it a quarter past nine i decided to call you to see if you were home you picked up never was i so happy that sixty minutes knowing for a fact that i will see you even though you were not there...

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Up the ladder: What is a midget?

Down the ladder: Existence

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Arithmetic Mean: 6.6
Weighted score: 5.190725
Overall Rank: 4718

Posted: April 1, 2005 9:27 PM PST; Last modified: April 1, 2005 9:27 PM PST
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[n/a] thepinkbunnyofdoom @ 4.224.24.228 | 2-Apr-05/1:13 AM | Reply

Thanks for the blog update. Would it kill you to use a metaphor, turn a phrase, a simile, an alliteration, or even just your imagination? Thank god it doesn't rhyme every line or other, but without even that thin excuse, this isn't a poem. There is no art here. So no vote.

[n/a] francis nor capule @ 12.129.230.11 > thepinkbunnyofdoom | 2-Apr-05/10:13 PM | Reply

thanks bunny, just having you look at it is an honor.

[n/a] thepinkbunnyofdoom @ 4.224.24.176 > francis nor capule | 2-Apr-05/10:23 PM | Reply

LOL, not really. There are better and brighter here.

<3 Jason

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