Tarquin De La Bog
on My Tolkien Fantasty by ==Doylum
14 Aug 2002, 4:27 PM
The title is inspired. 9. A very worthy Haiku.
Such a moving piece. 9/10
Zeppelinesque
COMPUTER MALFUNCTION, LIFE FUNCTIONS CRITICAL, LIFE FUNCTIONS TERMINATED. The blue screen is threatening the evolution of humanity! "Dave, my mind is going. I can feel it. I can feel it. My mind is going. There is no question about it." Goodbye, HAL.
Good bob! If you were god i would curse your name to the four corners of the flat uninspired world you had created. i would burn priests and torture all people named god(or bob).
I got to the second verse and gave up. Rage against the machine? for the god lords saki, i need someting to drink, you hurt my head.
in the name of bob, what more in the name of bob...bob you are staring down the barrel of thick calcium richness...my kale gun bob..open up..cuz you are starving man...starving for inspiration..FIRE!!
This is basic, yet fantastic. 10. The best piece of work I've read on this site.
horus8 AWARD FOR GETTING ALL THAT OUT WITH A MOUTH FULL OF MASHED POTATOS award goes to "danny boy" this afternoon.this piece is fucking hilarious i've already e-mailed it to the holy ghost and all of his disciples. your face is splendid! 9/10..
Wow! I laughed till I cried. 10. It's funny but profound. The title is absolute genius, and the Haiku does not fail to live up to it.
It actually starts quite intriguingly, but rapidly descends into utter farce and shite. 1. If I were your vet, I'd put you out your misery.
10. Words are inadequate to describe this brilliance.
This is tosh. 0. The first two lines are really good, but at the end the poem reads like a terribly cliched greeting card. Awful stuff.
The use of punctuation in the first line, I like. The rest? I don't. 4.
I fed my cat raw liver this moring. Later, in the heat of the day, i went walking in the wonderous sunshine only to find a swam of flies around an amorphous blob. The flies appeared to be communing with nature, their buzzing created an intensity i had rarely known. All because my cat can't stomach raw liver. My cat, even on an off day like today, is more creative than you.
I like this. 7. The use of language is well chosen and expressive. A nice poem.
Thanks, Bachus. Your poetry on this site is scary, your comments to many are wild; but, I appreciate you liking this poem.
Ha. These are popping up everywhere on random, Dark Dude. Next time my dryer breaks, I am calling you, funny guy.
Oh this is lovely. Now we know Kliebold and Harris really did have a teenage accomplice.
i like it, its intence and deep, a well writen poem in my opinion.