I know not what to say, This poem is amazingly gay spiff of off punk rock sentimental CRAP out of an old sock.

I know how you feel, don't worry things will get better.

words escape me for once!

cunt leave you out now can i enjoy your noodles. http://www.cadaver.org/

First of all, you only use "an" before "A, E, I, O, U". Second of all, posting this crap and calling it poetry, insults all poets and poems. When you learn how to properly use grammer and write something worth reading, feel free to write then. Caducas, you are also an Idot who should jump ou the window and end all of our sufferings. Calling Crap, fine piece of work.

wow. strong ending. i think you need another wait for 'an' emotional balance to the overall piece of <shit>

last stanzas a bit shy of thee other two. still a great piece regardless. shame a fish monger would never get it. it must be only meant for the powder wigs.

Strider-1(8) U.S.A. Date: 18 December 1999 Summary: Sybil Danning is incredible in "The Face to Face" episode Sybil Danning, Playboy Covergirl and 80's Sex Symbol shows her talent in an episode called "Face to Face" Her incredible body is displayed in it's mighty splendor as she plays the girlfriend to Robert Vaughans careless, arrogant, and irresponsible plastic surgeon who ends up mutilating his patient due to his overindulgence in drugs and sex with Sybil Danning. Sybil said in an interview that her sex scenes were so hot that Robert Vaughan had to be replaced with a stunt man. However this priceless footage was edited out for the episode. Anyway the moral of the story is that when you do something bad, you always end up punishing yourself in the end. Needless to say Mr. Vaughan's character winds up with a taste of his own medicine. ??

HOW KEEP DARK AND PATTERN OFF How keep dark and pattern that any man suffers off--at the wall, at where the hat comes out of the maroow & yawns-- how keep head up the scream & up the burial where the pattern is born-- how the leagues washing their hearts & wrung dry only to sponge back up--men smooching mirrors--blades honing-- tongue & eyelash of Sweet Thing staggering the shape by the door in the baggy shadow-- how keep dark back? Or should one bullet-forth, sleek-clothed or naked-- pierce each entity--each clock--sharpened by art or wine--how enter the needle, the cloth-- how take the pattern any man suffers and lose nothing when you rip it off. Stan Rice, Some Lamb 1975. [editor's note,by horus8]here something else for you and gardel's tango don't let your pride turn your heart to the drink on the mirror to the lines in the glass dusting hollow, i'm indifferent, you're not.

In the frenzy of modern life we lose sight of the real value of humanity. People become the sum total of what they produce. Human beings act like machines whose only function is to make money. Many people, like Dusel become so attached to wealth or at least the appearance of that they lose sight of what's really important in life. Anyway, I thought your poem was a fine piece of work....10

BRIDGEVILLE, California (AP) -- A big chunk of Bridgeville is on the electronic auction block, with 80-plus acres, a mile and a half of riverbank, four cabins, nine houses, one cemetery and one backhoe for sale on eBay...asking price $750,000. Only in our great nation can you buy a fucking town on ebay.....soory that comment had nothing to do with your poem...but your poem is well, uhhh how should I put this....crap...

I liked the gist of this poem, but the meataphors you decided to use hold no particular meaning in literature or even logically. " Crocodiles drown in synchronized sorrow," I really thought of this particualr verse as, well stupid. Don't be offeneded, as I said like the theme behind this poem and thought it better than many of the others I have read. I'm only trying to help you out. It would be alot better if you added symbolism that made sense. for instance, a candle is usally related to life, a hawk is reffered to as the soul.

the sad thing is, why would you choose this actress/models name? what's wrong with your name? your face? your dreams? you're in your twenties. she's not. And as far as talent goes you could of been much more selective. no wonder i didn't know who in the fuck you were talking about. She's the italian version of america's pamela anderson. congradulations you're either a gay ugly fat man with a lopsided mustache.Or, a young moderately beautiful sybarite who loves rubbernecking, or just another psy-chic vampire sycophant...Freud could better evaluate your condition over flap jacks. i on the other hand am not amused nor propelled to give it shit. To bad you weren't her. the conversation might of been interesting.f

S1: L5--del. 'much' L12--'nor' becomes 'no' S2: would there be tweeds among the matrons? a fleeting favorite, perhaps, but so unchic! S3: L12--virtuoso of the bon mot? champion, connoisseur? 'regnat o'er bon mots'? L13--'and careless elegance' (del. 'a') S4: L4 'marks' (-ing) minor, petty stuff. very emphatically done. esp. like the multi-entendre of the last line. rock on, dewd.

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merry x-mas mr. bogs hehehe http://poetry.rotten.com/eye-gouge/

Sorry...I don't dig...although I do dig mullets..ahhhhhhh....

Reminds me of California!

Are you old man river's retarded cousin? Yes, I thought so.