Listen, If any mother's child dies It does not matter how. Wicked is wicked anyway you slice it. Let us say my boy Yes my sweet boy Cancer maybe? Or prejudice?

Well damn... your no longer in denial.. 10. ;)

ohh pretty. i like it. = )

One of the better sex poems I've read on this site.

Reminds me of Phish at Limestone, Maine. I like the ending.

Nice. Don't forget the politician and the actor.

What's a bullrack?

interesting. mine poetry may not be......this bold, but it speaks my soul. nicely done.

7) I do not know everything, but all people are born with the subconscious ability to feel what's right or wrong. Besides knowing everything would suck because i'm already over informed, and my intuition is so keen that I guess right 90% of the time, it ruins movies, relationships and boardgames, but all that comes back to comprehension levels, memory recapitulation, and reading while grounded or incarcerated. Oh, and genetics ZEIG HEIL! lol.

You would be a crappy lawyer, relax. Let's answer some of your observations shall we. 1) I think I am Horus8, a magic name I chose for special reasons some might unriddle when I'm dead. 2) I did not think your poem was bad. You are a good writer it would be hard for you to write something bad. I said that to the normal poet it would be confusing because of the language, place, and terms you used both metaphorically and up front. Because, it's a muddy surface. You follow what all of our text books taught us perfectly and there's nothing new or different about your observations, and poets are experts at putting a newlight or twist on an old dance, but you didn't. i'm surprised there wasn't a lampshade, or a delousing, or a train car with eyes and hands. Your approach and mood is also very rigid and bias. Good writers use research and undiscovered angles and data to their advantage, you didn't. Sometimes the best way to define pain and suffering immeasurable. Is to contrast it like in that movie "Life is beautiful" or my favourite Lina Wertmuller's "Seven Beautys" where this Italian ladys man gets thrown in a concentration camp, and what ensues is just a perfect example of what my point to you is.

1) no need to repeat tells stories of twice 2) keep the line running through about dirty feet 3) and the line about fields of sage and hips 4) the rest could be altered if you find a decent image or word sequence

Mr. Pig, Mr. Pig, you overwhelm Like a waltz with too much structure, you send me spinning round the room. Less is sometimes more. But still I love you so I hate to upset this unique cart.

This is rather lovely.

You almost had me until temp'ry ... nice try, doesn't work. At first I thought you were going for a sonnet and I think you should try to take it there.

beautiful. Nice juxtaposition of the coming and going at the end.

Harsh, but delicious ... sorry, I'm actually just hungry.

Nice. It would be cool to come back to the first line in some form.

Sodomy is the precurser of AIDS. Good luck, and god's speed.

Well, I'd wondered what "Pimple" poems had in common.

Sweet dear child, this poem of yours, what can I possibly say? Despite her obvious faults she is a true real beauty. "She pasted away" here you have stumpled onto the genius of words. Good for you, she needs an edit, the way a lovely girl could use a good haircut and a decent pair of shoes.