#2s intro, I liked better. I am particular to "marking them for maybe, maybe never". I am jealous. Do what you must.

Wow

Damn cigarette advertisers got to petey too eh? Great job I enjoyed this one. -10-

i dunno, maybe you can sell this to Lords of Acid for a buck if you work the word pussy into it somewhere.

Spiffing, but the last lines disenchanted the poem, you had made your point, and made it jolly well.

I have no formal education in poetry, so could someone please illuminate me: I was under the impression the WHOLE FUCKING POINT of a limerick is to be as crass crude tasteless & politically incorrect as possible (& subsequently funny). Jesus, have they started teaching in schools that you need to look for and evaluate the social message of FUCKING LIMERICKS? yer jest spost ta laff fer chrissakes.

Bet Fathers day in your house was quiet huh? some real arresting images here, tragic, sweet, quite sad I liked it a lot 9

Why is every word capitalized? Is this a kind of anti-cummings curmudgeonry?

Glad to see you can still get fired up. FWOT. the only way.

S-2 L-13 delete or blend ,maybe. I assumed there was a passing of time when the cuckoos flocked. Send your dad your guts.

a little bit "mannered" in a way that I quite like. I have, actually, no fucking idea what "mannered" means, but i've been accused of it before and it seems to refer to a quality that I see here and like. 8.

Reads like a short story. Traditional. Nothing new. Some nice images.

Nice words here, good for you for letting the other know. BTW, mine was an ORECK.......he stands behind everything personally.

Where the rain looks like snow Swirling through the sullen petals A ragged man reels and ends sitting With a thud against the cherry trunk Blooded by obfuscation. He splays his fingers on the ice-wet asphalt, Palms sliding in the flower flesh Considers speaking, weighing every word A sacrifice against the precision of thought. Instead he is silent, each sweet sentence Receding away like the long rows Of precisely-planted trees, The fuel of reverie. When you're on display, when Every thought twists and struggles Under the anonymous weight of perusal Any random loser can come along And look and taste and sniff and say "Fuck you."

My lord Mr Pig told me to say he thinks this is sublime, and bloody well done ma'm

jesus christ I'm fucking dizzy now. Fila Brazilia does that to me too, somehow, I can't listen to them anymore. you get a zero for making my head spin.

This made me laugh out loud. Intended? anyhooo an 8 from me, for absurdity, which I treasure.

this is familiar candy, i have a sweet tooth still but I'm working on kicking the habit.

henh? prosaic & folksy with occasional braying.

Break it up and shorten it. That would give it more of a punch.