i see you have heeded this advice. the river bend was the most alluring; the whole of it seem like fish strung on a line, but you've got cod mixed with trout and mackerel, and flatfish and sea robins abed with small mouth. i see by your title that all relate to the eve, but i'm not sure how.

I think I will pass on the teenybopper bible. I have had quite enough thank you. I am going to go sing god bless America, wake up my dear daughter and head to the hood and show her how to hold a crack pipe. So continue to write your shit and amuse us will your lovely use of the English language. You should be in school. You obviously have learned very little in you early high school years. Maybe you should leave you mom and find more suitable parenting. But on this last note, because I tire of you and need to get back to my work, enjoy a line on me and make sure to floss when you brush.

She is keeping my fingers to the keys and I need that. I have a fucking deadline to meet and I am stuck at the moment waiting for a fact checker to verify something. Journalism, you know, where did I go wrong.

I have the right to talk however i wanna fucking talk... no i dont go to school.. its summer dumbass.. and im no critic.. if i like something i tell the truth.. u just need to get a life... cuz u keep goin round readin what Im writing and then talkin bout how young i am? is that all u got on me? that i wrote a fuckin crappy ass wanna be patriotic poem and like im young? ok there buddy u got issues.. and my mother could give 2 shits less.. she is right fucking next to me assface.. she buys me cigs.. she gives me some a fucking joint if i clean my room or find the fuckin remote and she could care less what the fuck i do.. so u need to think of something else to "criticize" me with.. cuz i think ur well has dryed up.. all u are is a fucking cum bubble on a faggots ass... hee*hee.. have a nice nite.. byez.. and oh by the way ur real "kewl" arent u?

OH by the way.. i quite enjoy this little fighting through the comments thing.. it gives me something better to do that chat with my buds on aim.. welp.. come on throw some lame ass comment at me so i can return it with another lame ass one.. :-D

Well folks, another toilet is flushed in Ohio. Yes, there is something about the girls back there. Just ask babbit. I applaud the mothering skills and have a newfound, yes my hand is over my heart and I am going to recite the pledge right now, come on every one, let' s join hands, for my fellow Americans. I can't wait until my daughter is old enough for me to buy her cigs. Then we can share a crack pipe and do lines together. Oh I love this country.

god'swife, um, yup. my eastcoast clock is rather unforgiving. i need to wake up in 4 hours, and here i sit, hammering at these damn keys, my bleary eyes trying to make sense, my fingers trying to type sense. sorry about that slip. and thanks for the clown. :]

I bet u dont even have a daughter and ive written more poems than just that gay ass fuckin patriotic one.. will u get over it? if u really wanna see what the deal is with me.. go to www.teenopendiary.com to the diary of *~*Jarah*~* and read all about it... that should tell ya all u need to know.. then u can fire some good ones at me cuz im getting sick of all the gay ass patriotic shit..

november is the most difficult for me. my knees could flex, my feet could fly, if my will was not leaden when the chill sets in.

that was sorta confuzzlin but it was ok, u werent nasty like some people, u werent like physco.. it was kewl.. good job.. keep tryin! :-P

jarah, she does not sound like a mom to me. she seems a thinking person, who has challenged us with a riddle. what is queen anne's escape? did you even think about the question? maybe you did, for an instant, but is it just too hard without the pictures and the music to figure out what's going on here?

My father passed away 7 years ago. I'm at an age when all my friends parents are dying. Funny how you never really know a thing intil you've lived it.It's important to express the reality of that afterlife.You did a fine job of it. Thank you.

i agree.. it creates a good picture of what its about but the words just dont fit together right or something.. other than that its kewl.. oh and ( maybe u should do some research about people b4 u go chasin them around and accusing them of shiznit..)

I dunno zinnia after takin a second look ur right only a couple parts sound like that.. but it is hard to understand what the writer is getting at... hmmmph... im confuzzled...

I am sorry, I quite enjoy a little critic, but could you possibly write in fucking English. What the hell is shiznit? and kewl? B4u? Jesus, you are raping the mother tongue, you fascist. How dare you write patriot poems! I am telling your mother. And go to fucking bed!

I think you have some serious orthographic issues and need to consult a dictionary once in a while. (it's psychologist)anyway children, as I have commented previously a poem is not necessarly a reflection of the poet. the clue is in the title and the type of poem. This is an Ode, that is to say a song for someone. Of course this is more of a requiem since it deals with suicide. Thank you, by the way my dear little zinnia for the back-handed compliment. I am a Mom and a thinker also.They are not mutually exclusive. I not you meant well and you are obviousily a sweet lil poetry geek- a mi hermana! *<:) (my well ajusted son drew this clown for you)

on a bender tonight, p&k? 'this little one's not worth the effort. come, let me get you something...'

I <3 it zzinnia it rawx! U have got a knack for this shiznit.. keep up wit it..

That was a pretty good haiku.. uve got some talent.. keep up the good work! :-P

How silly of me to chastise Jarah for her miss-spellings when i too am a victim of glaring type-O's. I wish you would rank the content and/or structure of the poem and not it's morbidity