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on Perfection Forever by odon919
6 Aug 2003, 8:30 AM
Funny how words straight from your heart come out in rhyme.
I think the abbreviations fit in well with the idea of a pimple
0... not even worth pondering
Definitely one of the better and unrecognized poets here.
Bit vague, and lack of capital letters marks it down, some nice imagery though. -6-
Hmm, cliched, but not as bad as 'Angel' by Misteriac. -6-
Hmm, cliched, but not as bad as 'Angel' by Misteriac. -6-
Eh.. cliche to the max.. and very very mushy..
highlander.. heh. 8.
good analogy, i like it. it sucks to be used then thrown out like old rag.... or chair for that matter.
Thoughtful imagery, yeah I like this. A nice contemplation. -7- PS I love Clive Cussler myself.
Here is a forward from a book, Grass Sandals about
Basho
"Traditionally, poems in the form called haiku are
characterized by seventeen sylable broken into three
lines with five, seven, and five syllable
respectively. Each haiku includes language that
appeals to two of the five senses - sight, hearing,
smell, touch, and taste, or the additional sense of
movement."
true... 10... reminds me of jimi hendrix though
sweat.. sweaty.. wet... too dumb to discern (me)... but still.. 0
the morningstar had given up on heaven and is now a pianist in some wierd bar of his... nice thoughts though.. 10
A little bouncy but it always seems to come back into the court. Makes the reader think one thing then tails away from it at the end and really doesn't follow the first part. But the ideals are great. A little editing and praze will be all yours. Its not yet... but has the strength to be... 10
Charmng but needs work. "They both giggle" is too vague, even if we can assume it's the floor and mattress. You said it so many times, say it once more. L4 is incomprehensible, and believe me I can understand some obscure stuff, but this is beyond beyond. end it with the mattress somehow. You lying on it contemplating, the mattress comforting you. Again, charming.
hey man i know how it is, just dont kill me..... :)-9
Oh dear God, I never thought it possible to be physically sick reading a poem untill now. You can't even spell night properly!! Let me guess, your about 13 and the teacher said this was worth a gold star?
It set off my turettes...Thankyou.