Lenore
on Day of Reckoning by Lenore
13 Aug 2002, 6:38 AM
Does this mean you want me?
meaningless tripe. There are so many others like this it is not worthy of notice.
pete: huh?
HA HA HA FUCK YOU
Yes. Yes...it's all falling into place. I think this poeme is quite good. However, no matter how many times I read it I still think it says 'break wind'. If it had been 'break wind', I probably would have fallen over and hurt myself in my delight. Just imagine...a fine afternoon, a date with one's best girl to break wind, and then she spoils it by telling you her troubles before the festivities can begin. The cheek!
This would be good if it was slightly less cliched. horus8, with every public ejaculation you have, you further reveal the limitations of your appreciation.
not all of them are for the same person. nor all of them based from my own life. sometimes i write about what other people felt.
Dear sir, seeing as your appreciation of metaphors is sadly limited,you're in little position to remark. As for your 'rewrite" remark, I suggest that you either do several month's work on your own drivel or simply euthanize the pieces of shit you put forth before the good public must view them. Flirting teenagers, eh? You must be a very mature sir to say such things. Your definition of "real poetry" seems to come from a very narrow view: the inside of your tumour-ridden colon. Good day to you.
Keats you are not. Try again, this time w/o caps.
The White Stripes are TOTALLY sweet.
But the sea is full of Cthulhu and his minions. And squid. And submarines. The sea is scary.
a) I just did tell you what I really think. b) Your opinion of me is completely determined by the fact that I disagreed with horus8's over the top praise of your poem, so it's bull shit. People like you are what make the world such a frustrating place. You can't seem to make any distinction between whining and 'negative' comments in general. The world of opinions is divided up in two in your mind: 'whining' and 'positive comments'. Whining is what mean, bitter, unsatisfied people do, whereas positive comments are made by bright, smiling, cool, happy people. Presumably you would rather people just express nice, supportive thoughts and emotions, because then we would all feel good about ourselves! c) It's a sign of a great poet that he reacts to anti-praise of his poetry with an ad hominem attack.
Bachus is right. I got the 'omnibus' of the first three books of the Titus Crow series at a discount bookshop and it was the worst mangling of Lovecraft I have ever seen. Actually I have read the first four books of the Necroscope series. I don't even know why. They're so fucking crap it's not funny. I actually paid for them and everything. At least I don't read Dean Koontz. Who was it that was saying they read Dean Koontz in an airplane? He is the worst popular 'horror' fiction writer ever to exist (even worse than Anne Rice, which I suppose I should give him credit for). -=Dark_Angel=-'s horror recommendation of the week is Santa Steps Out by Robert Devereaux. It's not actually horror, although it's marketed as horror. However, it is one of the best books in that style ever (except for the last few chapters, which are too cosy).
I think pete is an old man who lives in a blue shed on the outskirts of Utah and puts roadkill in vinegar for a hobby.
I have to say I don't know what the fuck this is about. If it's about zombies, good. If it's about vampires, bad. The last thing this site needs is a load of fucking teenage goths adding their poetry to the pot. Actually, I take that back. That would be really funny.
I'm sorry to say that I did not break wind when I read this poeme. Your rude, childish nonsense is an affront to all the mature poetes here at http://www.poemranker.com.
Is this poem about Kurt Cobain? GOD DAMN IT NIRVANA FANS HE'S DEAD AND HE DOESN'T UNDERSTAND YOU AND YOUR EMOTIONS LIKE NOBODY ELSE EVER COULD.
You people quit acting like flirting teenagers and write real poetry. What is the difference in color between blood and heart blood, and would a wolf go for that or the throat. This sounds like the resolving moments of a horror novel. With some work, it might change the conversation from where someone works to poetry. I suggest a rewrite.
all you want is to be happy yet you are denied.