Nice work if you can get it How about something from the lighter side of life?

at least she gave it's arse a break

Typos line 3, stanzas 13 and 14. I think if you shortened this, compacted the abuses you describe, it would have more impact. Still a decent write though.

It appears that you have -=Dark_Angel=- chained to a potty in the Outhouse. I demand his return, unharmed and freshly wiped - or by gad the FBI will hear about this.

This is very good in many places, but when you force the rhymes it loses some of its intensity. If you want to rhyme (I love rhymed poetry) then try using a rhyming dictionary - there are plenty of good ones online - for greater variety. Throwing in some unobvious rhymes here and there usually works well, but the most important thing is to remember that rhyme is a rhythmic device, and should be subtle rather than forced. I hope this isn't from your own experience.

i do like the rhythm that (it appears) you have tweaked. whatever, it works well with the theme. i hear the wind on this prairie, the soft subtle moaning through the blades as they rustle, bending and sweeping their neighbors. i also like the slow outward zoom, if you will, going from micro to macro, although if this was intentional, there are a few places where it breaks the progression: s3 & s5 zoom much further out. something about the last stanza is uncomfortable. i guess putting yourself into the piece brings the image of the expanse of the prairie to bear, but doesn't sit well with me. much in the same way that some tlevision commercials will lead in with some awe-inspiring imagery, only to ruin the effect by presenting their product. but that is personal preference... still, a great piece. thanks.

The images here are very good Dovina. You have taken something simple and ordinary, something most of us take for granted, and raised it to the extraordinary--great insight and a great write.

Elizabeth the First.

Wow - I just rediscovered this little gem. 'Today I've decided I wasn't killed. No way' is the best thing I've read for some time. Glorious, and favourited.

spliff-er-riffic!

There's still some trimming to be done. Resilient, a lesson, can go. Possibly- efficient, as well. Like the silo as a cola can. Maybe not so much awe. Just watching, I think would be better.

I see potential beyond the break beat. I'd like to see you work this poem. w/h vote.

plunk.

i think s6 sums up the entire message succinctly. s2 is a bit confusing: flatlines EKG, but no ink marks. and transparent links (as in weblinks)...? i do like the analogies between your own vessel and that of an automobile. i am guessing the "logbook" is the recordings of a GPS device, and that someone rather upset/ill is driving around concerend for their well being. dunno. i like the images and am intrigued by the "story".

How true. This is one of your best poems. When you wipe a spastic's ass, you must take care or the little cunt can shit all over your hands.

What a touching piece of writing. The reader is transported to a new world and the poet should be transported too.

As subtle as a 10 inch dick on a midget.

I just re-read this. I don't know why.

Pretentious.

This is actually rather lovely. I see that you too are enjoying the great British summer. The irony of using the word 'flood' to refer to the sun rather than the water is nicely done.