It's your love-in. Do whatever the fuck you want. But I hope you don't expect a gentleman like me to join your vulgar peasant frolickry.

you and zzinnia appeared to have already started a love in my dear jo, but your right I mustn't encroach, your little stubs may get damaged and then how l33t would you be

do like the poem though so can i be included, or do i have to sit at the edge looking in like the charcoal faced kids at school

well why don't we stage a love in, i lkie you and you like me

check out www.poetry.com where my poem is featured in their latest publishment(Letters from the soul)..and copyrighted, and chosen as a semi finalist for the International Open Poetry contest(July 2002) and also drawn into the Final competition which was in July 2002, and I was also invited to the International Society of Poety's Convention and Symposium in Washington DC this year. So, at least somebody appreciates my work...

Please tell me how that is classified as poetry?!

seriously -=jo90=- i feel sorry for you, what is it about 3 inches? modelled from real life no doubt, is this a l33t penis? don't worry you can get surgery now, or perhaps you could just add a few words, i can see why zzinnia thinks your big and manly

if you insist, songster: 1) it communicates an idea in a novel way 2) it uses an accepted form (concrete: A Concrete poem is a conglomeration of words (sometimes one word repeated over and over) whose overall shape is a key to the concept it presents. There are no truly agreed-upon conventions, but a natural elegance of arrangement is often striven for.) and 3) because the author calls it one.

"-=Jesu=- was on his way up to poemeranker, with -=Dark_Angel=- leading the way, and the naughty cohorts were astonished, while those who followed were afraid. Again -=Jesu=- took the Twelve aside and told them what was going to happen to him. "We are going up to poemeranker," he said, "and -=Dark_Angel=- will be betrayed to the mature poetes and masters of irony. They will condemn him to death and will hand him over to Bachus, who will mock him and spit on him, flog him and kill him. Three days later he will rise." I offer these humble words only to warn you, Bachus. Save yourself. Save yourself before it's too late!

i do indeed feel violated, but i have to get ready for a religious function of mead and greed...should be hopeless, like skaterturd and turdette running down legs everywhere..look at me i skateboard and write...i'm so well rounded and grounded maybe later they can all sing cummbyeyahhh...i'm fucking late i have no time for this false idoltry...you cohorts handle it...ciao fellows and fellowettes i'm off to get my panty's wet...cummbayeyahh..maggots.milk.sacchrine.silicone.coi-pond!e

Look d3w3 i am so fucken l33t nothin u can say will change that. i am r0xX0r1Ng ur a$$ all day long haha lol u n00b!!!

Oh. Come now. Jesu' is here. We have red wine. I am a traitor, with taste and the paper. You have your shape poems I have my "Tribunal". I am open for interviews, but not until after 9:30, mother needs her enima, and saline. I bid you good evening!

no, i'm sorry doylum. you only get to watch. as you know, i'm only attracted to men who abuse me. that's the real reason i can't face my creditors at the reckoning.

Not even the smallest of strokes? I will be gentle

OMG! i feel soooo loved you guys *tear* and it is love baby. :)

but zzinnia i could be nasty too. Give me a chance, i know i'm only a northern lug, but i don't mean well. Why am i not worthy mother i did all the things you said still they reject me

PRICELESS MING POEME DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH THIS YOU BASTARDS

yea...well....i'd like to see ya try :P

you are so sweet to protect me from the evil stupid people

Though my reputation's tarnished/my wooden dick's still varnished/and I can beat the Cornish/at anything you'd care to name.