poetry by numbers .... should in be with in last line ? or are you in someone elses story

this is the mt. rushmore of san fransisco bath house sculptors. sculpt on. 10.~

well, wingy-d, i wish this was about me... with the Z, and all...but my lips did twist with a wry and merry grin at the clues you his within...even if the scan was off a bit. i won't hold it against ye

doug, I am astounded at your ability to respond to points that were never made. Perhaps if you were more willing to consider criticism, people would accept your arguments; but you seem determined to hide behind the 'sensitive' nature of this poem in an attempt to deflect criticism. But most of the criticism you have received does not concern the subject of the poem (criticism which, I believe, is well justified); instead it attacks the execution of the poem. By posting your poem on this forum you open yourself to criticism, yet you refuse to face it, instead insisting that anybody who dislikes the poem has a problem with yor religion or politics or nationality.

Life: just the perfect amount of time between the hollow space twixt your ears. unvotable.u

shit happens...por que? que lastima me' bonita.h

You sir have stolen Keith and i sir demand his return, unharmed and in fine fettle. Our raids upon the heath are not yet complete, when they are you may borrow him for a while. Lunge, parry, thrust, my aids are lighting fast and produce a score.

best yet? fucking real potent. father is proud and beating his chest 9/10. i think it would realy be more effective if the heart twisted counterclockwise? just a thought.

i agree, there's no way this is a 0. it has a very jazz age-harlem renaissance feel to it. like a streak from Ellison's Invisible Man.

god DAMN i like this one! there's something so wintery about all your poems. can't wait to see what happens when winter is finally here.

Jesus Christ, this is good. I must be in a mood, or the writing's getting a lot better around here (AIDS mania excepted, of course). This one really does something. Nice work.

the problem with this, is it just doesn't fucking go anywhere...if in the first stanza he knocked her up, why would she not let him grab her ass in the third? because.......you are a talentless cad. sorry. flush!s

has Jesu been out building hotrods AGAIN? didn't god warn him that that would get him in trouble with the LAW?

fucking genius! hillarious and witty. still though, i really don't like you very much as a person, so piss off. 10.!

"Just standing there." Something watered down about this line in terms of the whole. Nice, though.

Even better. Much. There is a lot going on in here in terms of pace and rhythm. Random alliteration and rhyme peppered in spurts and then the leaking, seeking, meaning, brings home the bacon (and fries it up in the pan). Swank.

how does one get an invite to Jools' holiday hootenanny? can you tell me? please? if i stand outside his window, and serenade him with your fine rhymes, will he grant me admittance?

omnia mutantur nos et mutamur in illis.c

this haiku sure has a lot of syllables .....

I have a friend who has a friend (well, maybe not a friend, but he knows him in any case), who decided, one winter, he'd make some money by clearing the ice and snow from people's driveways. His technique was a masterful stroke of genius - he splashed hot water on the drive, melting the ice and thus clearing the danger. Unfortunately, this boy neglected to consider what would happen when his hot water became less hot, and froze, and turned into black ice.