god'swife. I'm not sure where you're getting all these wond'rous fantasies about the contents of my mind, but they're about as misguided as they are trite. Is this your attempt at 'Immature Self-Centred Brat Putdown #3'? Smug briskness is all well and good, but it's nice to put in a meaningful proposition or even (dare I say it?) a fact along with all the truisms and catchphrases. Let's see... 1. The 'them' was the hypothetical other person in the conversation with you. I'm not sure why I'm bothering to clarify this, since it's become increasingly obvious that you'd rather ignore the thread of the discussion in favour of amateur psychoanalysis. 2. 'No-one cares'. Cares about what? Is this supposed to be a put-down? Please explain. 3. 'You rationalise your cruelity as being the raison d'etre of poemranker'. Wow! I didn't know you were a qualified psychologist. Why don't you tell me where you got that little tidbit of wisdom from? I'll have a guess, if that's alright. You've put me in the 'arrogant & needs to be taken down a peg or two, needs attention and can only get it through cruelty and showing-off' pigeon-hole. Sorry, wrong one. Perhaps you've been reading too many child psychology books? A little evidence or justification, something like that would be nice once in a while. 4. 'Maybe some day you'll have the balls...' I hate to tell you this, but the reason I don't leave comments on your poemes is not because I'm afraid of you, but because your poetry doesn't interest me. It inspires me not to heights of joy nor to depths of frustration, but to the grey plains of 'fuck me, this is exciting'. I realise that poetry is largely a personal matter, so since I have nothing to say on the more technical aspects of it, why say anything? You apparently consider yourself as knowing my moyivations; it might be nice to actually read my explanations of same (in reply to poetandknowit recently). And far from fearing your wrathful and just put-down of my cowardly bullying, I simply don't wish to hear your formulaic thoughts on my motivations. Not everything's as simple as on Oprah. Number whatever: You have as much a right... Yes, obviously. Who ever said otherwise? Oh, sorry. For a minute I thought you were raising a genuine point, not just aimlessly moralising. The only difference is that while I usually offer my opinions on people's poemes, you're offering your opinions on morality and motivations. Justice, etc. Whatever you say. This isn't the land of the free and the home of the brave. It's poemranker, where criticism is surely be more relevant than a bullied girl's wish-fulfilment ideals of protecting the meek. Finally, and I know this is probably asking too much, but would you consider responding to any of the points I've made in the last two or three comments? (Or doesn't that fit in with the plan of acting aloof and above petty argument?) Have a great one!!

lol!! i guess we all make mistakes sometimes huh?!

thank you for the advice and i'll be sure to follow it. keep the ambrosia under lock and key and tell your "brother" to cool his jets. lol. i love francis and only francis and i like his name, although he seems to be set on changing it when he's 18. lol. ~Jade

A person who speaks only in catchy proverbs is no more profound or correct than one who doesn't. Instead of actually backing up anything you ever say, you simply try to put them off the scent by meaninglessly moralising at them. You don't seem to understand the concept of someone giving their honest opinion about horseshit without them having some deep psychological problem or attempting to 'dictate' to people.

But seriously guys, I think we should all have a moment of silence in memory of IgotIssuez99. She was a valued member of poemeranker, and perhaps if you'd all behaved yourselves just a little better she'd still be with us today. Let's take this opportunity to reflect on our lives and think how we could be nicer to newcomers, ok? Great! And remember - stay positive!

If a poem appears to be "teenage angst," does that automatically make it bad. To many of this site's critics write in a similar style and seem to consider anything different substandard.(Shame). Incidently it would seem a tad hypocritical to comment on typos when including 1 or 2 that paragraph that is doing the criticising.Any here?

ya know, this commentary keeps getting stranger and stranger....lol.well...dinner sounds good, but the horseback riding and.....um...movie...aren't so....appealing to me at the moment. i love francis...i wanna spend the rest of my life here on earth and wherever we end up afterwards-with him. so, no, screwing houston and francis is out of the question, well maybe franny, but...yea, whatever...AAAnyways, go back to your gf/lover/wife/whatever and get over the fact that we aren't meant to be...*places back of hand on forehead and sighs* so tragic...lol. i love you man...it's been entertaining.

Be mindful young lady. Many a wood nymph has fallen prey to my brother. Don't sip from his cup, or you'll have hordes of Satyrs abusing your orrificium. Dionysus, honestly you're my youngest brother and you know I have a stronger fondness for you, but really you are shameless! No Ambrosia for a week! Take my advice Jade, least he turn you into a maenad. Very disreputable

Put who off the scent? Your invisible audience? No one cares. You rationalize your cruelity as being the raison d'etre of poemranker. You're doing the literary world a great favor I'm sure.Maybe some day you'll have the balls to leave a comment on one of my poems, though I doubt it. I not only have a right to my own honest opinions, but I have as much right to confront you as you have to confront the meek. Justice shall be served. Selah!

Damnit people...we are neglecting the true meaning behind it all.....what about the little invisible elf mechanics who construct our universe....surely terrence Mckenna wasn't wrong...repent and do twenty hail marys before your nudity declares mutiny against captain' clothes...and god's wife...damnit..pan and bachus are very, very distraught o'er your callous pandora boxing of the sweet flowers....i shall pray for Bachus and his debauchery may the lotus still swallow his merlot nose and rhino virus his peter o'tool, he needs a lashing and a good poisoning lest he escape the folds of mother and her baby powdered stench..hail jupitor, and flash that naive a cheek!

Ya know, this is the longest poeme I have ever read and not gotten bored at any point in it. Some people just write and write and write in circles until they find they have unduly made their point. You held me enraptured the entire time and I reread this a few times to make sure I didn't miss anything. I didn't. Thanks for a very nice, but strange story....Love ~Jade

i wouldn't know mum' from adam, but i know shit from tit, and you my friend are both riding atop a bloating african rivered wilder beast carcuss...even the crocodiles are fleeing...look down see that...that's the 'hoof' of pan dancing 'pon your balet toes...you fail! reassurance is futile, resistance irrelevant.

the style is "pro-se'o-me" with a bit of fantasy reality lisp..the mecca stuff is opium pipe dreams from a flat i lived in in detroit circa 1993 after i got out of the navy and was sculpting metal and painting and writing hence 'squating' (that's real) the somalian stuff of course true, the poetry parts glue it together and the ending naturally every boys nightmare pre-tru-love at sixteen (his dog's death mocked)...thank you for your fondness jade...you made bachus smile merlot fangs and oil his pan pipe....my dog was half wolf and labrador (black) his name was thor...this piece is for the lt. and my bestest pet..."for thor"...its "thor's belly dancing whore" may he rip. a-men...now sin sinners sin'e.........

Once again you are dictating the rules by which this game is supposed to be played. I even have to argue in the Dark angel format or else it's meaningless. You contradict yourself. you make comments about me as if you have some idea of who I am. Which is exactly what you are accusing me of doing. I can do what i want when I want and it doesn't have to make sense to you! Get It? Vive la Libertad!

who needs poemranker.....we have good vs evil (i know not which is which though) here...right here children step right up and bring a treat...this is fucking better than "the wrath of khan", the funny thing is that in person you both probably are identical, cuz god's wife has a thirteen foot penis of bug zapping light and da' is the bringer of 'all that is, and all that never was"....this is going right into the Bachian tribunal" morrow children with full panaramic surround sound...rest assured! you guys are both valid, but da has got hometeam advantage and his library to retreat and energize in...you god's wife are to fresh here (new) for this battle, maybe you should practice on twisted wizard first...lol!

not as strong as some of your others, but we can't always be shimmering quivering steeds out the gate....i still really enjoy your work and read it whenever i see it...have a great weekend and look both ways always......lochness.jewel.plethyasaurus.seahorse.

i will begin by preparing for you a fantastic' dish with many splendid colors and permeations...then i will seranade you with my folk implosion devoted baritone...we will then go horse back riding nude until our genitalia swell from the man beast friction...the movie will be my face splendid and sweating above you, in you....yes...YES..i'm sorry..where was i?...AH .YES! my face with sweat trickling off of my nose and chin into your gasping mouth, and eyes...blinding and choking you with rapture and girth...we are the movie ...my succulent love muscle the director......fuck houston, and francis..well...people with names like francis make lousy leopards (one of my many many many totems)<i am big cat predator><mauler nof the weak>..i on the other hand am highly evolved and Bacchian with the blood of kings and jesu', lets summon up a black sabbath and.. and make grapes crush maroon juice until our toes are stained permanently...yes..yes..our minds dyed forever!v

I didn't like the line "curious cranes" rhyming with "sweet sugar cane". and the self-reference was a bit much.

Meanwhile back at poemranker, Dark angel is taking his time trying to compose a rebuttal to match god'swife genius. Alas poor Angel, He hasn't a hope in Hell. And the clock ticks on...

this just plain sucks