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Johnny Nasty

Member since 2002 · Posted 14 Jul 2002 · 4 comments

The radio cries out of love and tenderness; as he gets colder and colder (a dirty bench doesn't offer much comfort) the people pass by and offer no change, his only companion is a beer and an old radio as it sings sweet melodies to comfort the soul, playing songs of sadness and tales of loneliness, the can of beer can only listen as the radio beckons to him; like a sage, he embraces the music if only temporarily if only through a drunken stupor, he is elevated to a place beyond the melodies entrancing him to leave the self for he has nowhere to go, nowhere to call home; all he can do is listen to the dreams dreams of a better day

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[6] horus8 14-Jul-02/2:08 PM Reply

I like the way the title has almost nothing to do with the poem, "almost"e

[4] deleted user 5-Aug-02/3:51 PM Reply

Authors compassion for his subject is undermined by his distance from subject (use of the impresonal "he", "his", lack of insight) and the cliched language ("sweet melodies", "tales of loneliness", "like a sage", "dreams of a better day"). Also, opening line is not clear: the radio "cries out of love and tenderness". Either the radio is being given the emotions of love and tenderness or the sentence is wrong and should read "the radio cries out love and tenderness".

[2] ==Doylum 5-Aug-02/4:55 PM Reply

I feel another excrement achivement award coming on however it is not to be laid at the door of peotater but at you newhowl, for pompous bleating from the pulpit, you student nazi. You have not even written poetry yet how could you know of its demands. Let me see you work if its not in by tomorrow detention shall ensue

[n/a] god'swife 8-Sep-02/9:43 AM Reply

Why is it 98% of the submissions to this site contain no poetry. This is an observation written down in a purely unpoetic manner. WHERES THE FUCKING POETRY!!! There is more poetry in this homeless guys unwashed underwear then there is in your poorly chosen words.