Still fresh from your other post. (Hugs and Kisses That) This one Whap Slap Hiss!

Taken as a trio, this and the last two posts are wonderful. Doves a Loving. I like your style.

And then the Remorse! Such a Soap Opera Living is. Not a slam [this]. You just do it good.

I can't quite wrap around this one. Perhaps it is just such an repulsing thought. Riddled with disease and no longer graceful.

Good angst. Good boredom.

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The nuance of ryhme, etc. are lost on me here, but the theme - a declaration of rights, of sorts, has merit. Admittedly, the cyrilic is interesting.

I especially find the last verse very moving. Here is a translation for anyone not so well versed in Russian as I: Wodka - Chicken Kiev, Gorbachev has a stupid looking head, The Duma - a provisional government. Bolsheviks and Mensheviks, The October revolution, Rasputin was an invincible monk, Tatar sauce is nice. Exiled to Siberia, All hail Tsar Nicholas II, The Kremlin, Trotsky, Mafia, Red Square. Alright then - Send him on the next flight back to Russia, In the diplomatic baaaagg!!! Obviously it loses something in the translation.

What a coincidence that you are the only person in the world who has realised that everyone else in the entire world is really stupid.

I expect you must be some sort of free-spirit.

I put your poem through Babel Fish a few times. I hope that you are as pleased with the result as I am!!! The thoughts receive the weapon have loaded it Within the night. Game, like conteggio of the ewes, Russian of roulette; If he is rotated the field, You compress the excursion slowly, To the launching. If he is rotated the field, Tou compress the excursion, To the launching. To the spider of the times I Pressures join in order to send, Acceleration of the return, Pressing in order to send itself, Until the left warning. That anchor to resound scared with the dead women.

Interesting idea, you ask the reader to think whether the alarm scaring you and playing russian roulette with your mind is inconsistent. Viewing death dispassionately without sentimentality I guess, yes good. But why are you scared of the alarm, what could the unknown do to someone who is unafraid of dying. or just a play on the figurative 'scare me to death'

first verse could do with being a bit sharper. Other than that yes, seems to say something, what will be will be

readable but.... the first verse questions can not be answered so simply, especially when you have to rhyme dead with bed.

some nice lines, if thats what they are. the layout doesn't seem to add to the poem, I think it detracts

some good lines, but the images seem to come out of nowhere, difficult to get a handle on

The obvious antecedent is Lady Lazarus. There is the stencil of that here, a lot less oblique though and the two characters are handled well. The lively voice makes this poem accessible, but the title seems a bit prosaic, too wide in scope

Out of all the rhymes to steal you take bitch and itch from some pink song?

2. for mentioning Oprah.

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