Bachus
on some deleted poem
20 May 2003, 12:12 PM
Wig.
Anyway, back to voting, and this is a joy to vote on. Classically and sensativelly comfortable. Made me feel contented somehow.
My folly is sometimes I have a problem shortening ones lines but you my daffodil do it admirably and I have to say, I envy. 9
Oh My, is this what they call downtown a 'Rap' and I'm slightly out of touch in todays music scene but I watched a film lately with an actor absurdly names Eminem. is that the same boy here or have I mispelled his name. I actually quite like this, I may read it to my stable boy (Fergus) who likes all this hop hip, blingy blingy carry on.
Yes.
Oh good gracious, please excuse me.
Sounds like a scene from the Bible, Sweet Endymion ! A fine read Mr H I enjoyed the motion of the narrative. I have never travelled to HNL before, my skin blisters in the heat and I felt quite ill. Maybe one day I'll come and, no you wouldn;t be seen dead with me, forgive me my beautiful Horus. Take an 8 and hears to you my man - Cheers !
I hope this things can only get better this sucks.
Loved this bit.
The fall of the leaf,
On its back or its face
Is,
No more of a reason
To inter-polate
Beautifuly written, the attention to detail is astounding and I loved the message here and I think we miss it in our everyday lives, I love the way you write, are you married?
reading this made me feel like I've eaten to many sweets. Far too immature and full of cliches, sorry its pants.
permutation.
Awesome, and you know it 9
I remember reading your poems a long time ago and though they were inspiring you REALLY are the cat in silk pajamas now. I'll keep this real: this rocks
Listen man, stop reading Barb Cartland get out into the MAtrix and spread your virus elsewhere this is as bad as a blow job from 10 years of marriage.
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What can I say huh? this is what you do best and its a silky read your a true maestro at this stuff, fuck the haiku stick to freeform this is where your awesome. Aint Cathy a bitch ?
you really conveyed the hope\helplessness and the uselessness of the emptiness in this guys soul.
Okay - you've either sent, or tried to send your man, your mother-in-law, a child, and yourself to eternal rest. Give it a rest.
You naughty boy.