some deleted user
on How I want to be by Felzpoet
1 Jun 2003, 8:01 PM
i love this one also, and i'm not lieing. I klnow how you feel. Keep at it. And to hell with the idiots.
Have you ever been wacked across the face by a horse's tail?
some deleted user
on some deleted poem
2 Jun 2003, 5:35 AM
wow. i wish i had your talent.
"Our strident feet push through the mastadon hut" Oh my, now you've done it. lol.
Your armpit puncture wound has problems. namely gravity. "practically borderline nauseating" redundant?
sounds like a semi-serious writ. do it again and do it write. needs a tad more humor if thats what you're trying to do.my <.02. that is all.
lovely
So let me get this straight. When Vipearsnipples posted this at Steve Perry's request, the two of you thought it so special and insightful that you voted blue and green ten's along with your felching pink bunny poets and friends whom I'm sure you called up in one way or another to get their votes attached. Then when you couldn't handle the heat in the poetic kitchen of champions and your unintelligent top notch catastrophe failed miserably to even remotely be considered a witty retort you start deleting comments. So -=Dark_Angel=- strategically decides to post the same poem in a way that keeps vipears's nipples and Steve Perry from removing, before said comments, (which, by the way, I would like to call a Bacchian power play) you give the same exact piece of shit poetic statement 0's and 1's? Now that's just funny, sad, but truly fucking funny. What a waste good singers and pears. Here's my vote 10! Because I'll put my balls where your mouth's are.
READ AND COMMENT ON MY POEMS
Vewery Vewery good iner hosen iner earin abd fun for skipping, cheese toast anyone?
You know you used a word mixer language tweaker bitch. Treatise that in ur hosen.
Okay, the 2 lb. fist thing was extreme, but only because I care.
You claim it's an endless pattern that she goes from guy to guy. But so far she's only been with a finite number of guys. There are infinitely many incompatible infinite patterns compatible with that finite past.
For example, you think her history of sleeping with worthless guys again and again indicates a pattern called 'bedhopping'. However, it equally well indicates a pattern called 'quedhopping', defined as: sleeping with worthless guys up to and including 2nd June 2003, and physically transmuting into a sentient lichen thereafter. Hence, nothing about her past history determines that she's bedhopping rather than quedhopping.
I think you have more important things to worry about concerning your friend. You'd better go and check she's not already started the transmutation.
This is some kind of bizarre conglomeration of what you've inferred from the extracts of the Grandfather story and Ironside.
Great poeme! You eloquently express the mind-numbing boredom of a David "the new Houdini" Blaine show. How ironic that while he's absorbed in his self-important stunts, his audience also just wants to escape: to any place that doesn't include David Blaine.
"How can a paradox be our sole analogy?"
A paradox is, of course, a set of seemingly self-evident or widely-accepted statements which are shown to entail a logical contradiction. Or perhaps by 'paradox' you just meant anything self-contrasting, hence mysterious, ineffable, beautiful yet painful?
Robert, you are a prime little bollock.
excellent first draught. work this. mississippi
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some deleted user
on some deleted poem
2 Jun 2003, 9:57 AM
Okay, Vipersna wrote this at my request. It doesn't resemble anything anyone else has posted that we've seen, nor was it meant to. So, unless someone else has the market cornered on sunshine, rainbows, and butterflies, it isn't similar. Everything she has submitted so far has been extremely dated, work from when she was very young (as if she isn't now). Mine has been, too. We've purposely posted dated "not so hot" work so that we could see if we were right about it, or maybe, by some strange miracle, it would be good. I write metrical verse, ballads, sonnets, odes, and music with lyrics, for which I score my notes in my studio. (I do keyboard) Vipersna, on the other hand, has improved her writing skills so much (College for kids, Jr. college night classes, poetry workshops) that she consistantly scores top grades in all english and liteature courses, is listed in "Who's Who of High School Students" (not hard to do) and been published a few or more times. But her real talent is novels and short stories. Although a few people on this site have been tiring and abusive, it hasn't been in vain. She has aquired some very talented new friends, and had the oppurtunity to see what a cut throat kind of venue it is to be a writer. Not to worry myself, since she has no such aspiritions. I only allowed extremely limited (an hour a week or so) T.V. as she was growing up, encouraging her to be inventive, creative, and curious. I've also taught her to be independent and outspoken, although she usually listens as opposed to not. So, this site also gave me an oppurtunity to see her deal with contraversy and idiocy (at times) All in all, we've both pretty much come to care about everyone we've come in contact with at poemranker's. I've gained so much insight from -="D.-A."=-'s somewhat caustic comments that I look forward to them. And Horus8? How do you stay so busy? Spit the real (although I know I'm asking for more completely insulting sarcasm) if you didn't truly care about literature, and Vipersna's and my development, you wouldn't bother. Pink Bunny and Felz - I love you both. Okay that's all. Now let me have it!
Is this a poeme about doggy position sex? God'swife would love this.