nice incubus song...again i say. choose better.

what happened to "orbits of wonder/stellar" and "phase/just a phase"?...they were great live.

What I'm more interested in is why, if "razorgrin" and "Shin-Bojangles" are "seeing each other", "razorgrin" felt the need to gush all over this poem in a public place.

Do you begin all of your poems with an indirect article? Is that the new style? Minus that oddity, this poem expressed universal emotions that everyone goes through. I cried. I truly cried over my keybored.

sorry.

What a lovely complement to mine own AIDS limericks! Now all we need are some Ebola sonnets!!

and leave out West Nile?

wine him, dine him, 69 him! that oughtta bring him back!

Once again, H8 missed the memo regarding quality and quantity. Rein yourself in, chisel, hone, and shake some spears into your lines.

Of course it is yours you nit wit and the suicide poems are the 182 kids and of course, we all know who hunt and peck belongs to, or at least those of us who read from the random file do. You should be so proud of coming up with such a thing so I could mock it profusely at one in the morning on a Wednesday. Would you like me to put a footnote at the poem's bottom claiming my thievery? There are many profundities in here; it is just for the weaker poets to discover.

I have seem many LIMERICKS, as you like to refer to them as, posted on this site which made me guffaw with pleasure, unfortunately this was child's play. I did not laugh, I did not cry I just sat there and wondered why his girly thinks it classic when it is nothing more than shite.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. The line starting 'can not' is really fucking irritating. The line following it is like a rejected Ozzy Osbourne lyric. This is terrible bullshit.

Pfff. It's not even fatal.

Some thirteen people (babies and elderly) have died from it (that is equal to 5000 per one in developing countries). It is an epidemic!! And horses, many, many horses have perished. The stock shows will have to postpone until the ponies grow!!! Don't you like horses, D.A.? Don't you?

You're crap.

No. I do not.

It's funny. There are so many things about this poem that make me want to stab myself repeatedly in the thigh with a bread knife, but they all fade into insignificance when compared to the awful, sucking horror that is your use of upper-case 'B' in 'Baby'. You. Are. Not. Special. Indeed, if your dull, sappy, content-free poetry is any indication, your most outstanding feature is your complete lack of any outstanding features. And so sayeth -=Jesu=-.

Such a scholarly lad, but I must agree, too many birds. Where is Hitchcock when you need him? The last line is most rewarding and the journey itself I like, but when you are there in the tomb of tomes, I find myself doing what I most often do in the middle of the night reading such academic delights: nodding off. Great work though!!!! E.T would be proud.

Mere words couldn't possibly communicate to you how bad this poem is. There is nothing. There is no content at all. No meaningful propositions, falsifiable hypotheses, tautologies or even contradictions. Just the sort of utter asscake they write in Get Well cards. Is this what you think poetry is? Did your teacher give you a good mark because it vaguely rhymes and vaguely scans, and is about your tedious, uninteresting emotional life? Does that make it beautiful? And if the execution of the poem wasn't bad enough, the sentiment behind it is even worse. Do you know how many people there are in the world? More than six billion. Not even considering people that are not alive any more, do you think that your emotions and feelings are unique? Even if, for some reason, you were unaware of the overwhelming empirical evidence to the contrary, it would still be a statistical miracle if you had felt some 'romantic' feeling that was novel in any way. So since you are not presenting any interesting ideas, and you have not presented them in an interesting way, just what the fuck were you trying to do? Nauseate the reader? What? Make them awed at the beauty and wonder of love and the universe? No, tell me. I really want to know what possible motivation you could have for churning out such a magnificent masterpiece of genericity. 10/10!!!

A turd floats with more grace than this poem.