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The Weaver's Curse (Haiku) by -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I.
A noise in the dark I tremble in sheer terror - An escaped loom?

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Arithmetic Mean: 5.3703704
Weighted score: 5.3694544
Overall Rank: 3270
Posted: May 28, 2002 4:58 PM PDT; Last modified: May 29, 2002 3:51 AM PDT
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[6] horus8 @ 24.126.113.154 | 26-Jul-02/5:38 PM | Reply
with a taNGLED SKEIN i relieve you. e tu brute'???
[5] Amelia @ 198.146.141.194 | 11-Sep-02/1:28 PM | Reply
Is it supposed to be "loon?" Oh yeah it is loom cos it's titled the weaver's curse. Well I don't get it.
[0] deleted user @ 172.180.38.92 | 26-Nov-02/4:14 PM | Reply
umm fear of weaving very scary
[10] razorgrin @ 192.197.142.112 | 27-Nov-02/7:08 AM | Reply
the loom looms. i cower in shivery fear. fun.
[2] Stephen Robins @ 213.146.148.199 | 29-Jun-04/5:45 AM | Reply
You were still writing absolute shite.
[n/a] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. @ 163.1.146.135 > Stephen Robins | 29-Jun-04/11:45 AM | Reply
How dare you? You aren't being anywhere near as humble as you should be, Stephen. And in mocking me, in daring to think that you could teach -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. a thing or two about guff, you have opened yourself up to ridicule on a massive scale. Not just because you're a wally, Stephen. But because your insolence is crippling this community all to bits. My poemes aren't here for people like you to mock. They're here because of a thing called "constructive criticism"; they're here because "constructive criticism" is the final bastion for what little maturity remains in this guff-pit. And I will continue to strain with every fibre of instinct and conviction in my body to defend "constructive criticism", until people like you grow up. Now, in the name of Christ, apologise. -0-
Shan't. And it's no good you spurting your curd and getting all excited because someone called a spade a negro.

In point of fact my comment was extremely valid, this haiku did not provide the foundation stone of the reverential harness which now adorns your mishapen frame. Indeed your early poetry is massively disappointing, EVEN after your attempts to reduce the amount of cod on your user page.

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[n/a] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. @ 81.86.113.159 > Stephen Robins | 30-Jun-04/4:31 AM | Reply
How dare you call me stupid?! I have a SECOND-CLASS DEGREE in Combined Studies from Manchester UNIVERSITY.
I attained 22 UCAS points including General Studies - Touché.
[n/a] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. @ 194.222.223.239 > Stephen Robins | 30-Jun-04/4:18 PM | Reply
Yeah? Well I earned the ASDAN Universities Award which is being increasingly recognised among HE institutions.
Some people don't think it's a very prestigious award. But to those people I would say which is more prestigious, to spend your life with your face stuffed up the word-end of a bookshelf, desperately cramming your jodhpurs full of "facts" until they rupture at the seams, or to force an ignorant Brown-child to weep a single tear of hope? Which is worth more UCAS points in the University of LIFE: a B in AS-level Geography, or the satisfaction of pasting together a collage about Ethnics and pinning it up at the local spaz factory? For goodness sake, is another useless piece of paper going to solve the country's rampant gitsurfing problem? Of course not. Of course not.

Thanks for listening.
And as -=Dark_Angel=-,P.I. turns to leave the lecture theatre at the local co-operative colledge, his audible "harrumph" signfying an end to his menstruation, his gravitas is slightly undone by the noise his brand new pumps make on the polished floor.

[9] Dovina @ 64.173.77.254 | 29-Jun-04/4:23 PM | Reply
The Mother's Curse

A noise in the dark
I tremble in sheer terror -
An escaped son?
[n/a] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. @ 212.219.223.138 > Dovina | 1-Jul-04/12:28 AM | Reply
The Cuban Musician's Curse

A noise in the dark
I tremble in sheer terror -
An escaped son?
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