Cool.

who's ron weasley, that little red-headed dyke from the movies?! if so...7 swastikas! (i hate that little bastard)

they must not be for me either, as i have no idea what a nork is. because of that, print this page and roll it up and bury it in your little brown winker.

i don't know what it is, but i really like this. i truly hate lamb, though, but i'll have to get over it. you should change your user name before someone tracks you down and does things to you for your cleverness. 8 swastikas!

the snow angels, after the hot tub, the night stu broke his foot jumping into the pond because he couldn't see the rocks through the skin of ice? those snow angels? was it YOU who poured all the beer into the hot tub, then??? well? was it? FESS UP, DAMN YOU!!!!

no swastikas for you!!!!

By Odin's Beard! Title your poems, man! It's the least you can do! I know it takes some thought, but come on! If you can't come up with a title, well, you need to rewrite the poem. But aside from that, this is greeting card stuff, ain't it?

Interesting, but this is actually an ode to Rupert Grint, isn't it?

very Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds. is that a good thing? could be worse. 6 swastikas!

Firstly, all poems should have titles. A child without a name must not be loved. Secondly, a Haiku NEEDS a title. Without a title, these haikus are meaningless to me. Alas.

this is way too perfect! the first one is the best (for me) and so i'd like it to come last. great stuff. 9 swastikas!

It wasn't me, it was the wooden armed man!

Somehow I can't imagine you ever being lonely.

well!it's admirable!

It simply aint true from my point of view. Hey,that rhymes too! Zippidy doo!

Infinitely Beautiful -9-(loved the descriptive mountains)

You really needed to tell a story of reality here, it could be called anything because its too vague and formulaic, you can write because i've read your stuff so i really hope you complete this (vote held for mo)

I too have wrote about my father, this seems to be more about you and the aftermath and i'd like to see more connection between you and your da. However i am not criticising your work, all personal poems come from the labyrinth of despair from the unchartered map of the human heart, The last stanzas the strongest here you could do with one less 'quit yelling' stanza, take care sir i wish you well *7*

nice. this brings you back to your poems of yore. the ones that make me want to drink scotch in a big naughty chair by the window. "unbroken" might be my favorite word. very nice work. 9 swastikas!

this brings me down. depressing and wonderful, like the end of something. 9 swastikas!