1/10

horus8, for someone who presents himself as so perceptive, you're not very perceptive. You appear to have the amateur misconception that -=Dark_Angel=- thinks 'poo' is funny. He does not. Your poeme about the plains of Africa is apparently just a tedious, pointless tale about some animals with some generic and unworthwhile references to faeces. Why was this dedicated to -=Dark_Angel=-? He did not find it funny. I expect you think -=Dark_Angel=- finds 'poo' funny because he writes about it so often. However, you would be mistaken. His poemes about the consequences of excretion he finds amusing not because of their subject matter, but because 'poo' is dealt with in an inappropriately 'poetic' way, or it deals with someone's pride, or with someone's shame, or another dramatic emotion, at something 'poo'-related. In fact, you will find most of his poemes are like this, whether the pride or shame has something to do with 'poo' or not. Consider this: out of -=Dark_Angel=-'s 53 poemes, I count _7_ that make any reference to or are at all concerned with fecal matter. That is barely 1/8 of all the poemes. I will now examine these 7 poemes and show why they do not simply revel in their subject matter for its own sake. "A Leak in Reality": Faeces are treated as a badge of shame. This is a dramatic emotion that is ridiculous when applied to faeces. "The Embrowning": Some mysterious, unspecified ritual apparently concerning faeces is described. This is clearly ridiculous and overdramatic because it treats faeces as a mystic and sacred thing worthy of clandestine ritual, which it is not. "Whispers of the night": This poeme treats faeces as a beautiful and poetic thing, and describes excretion using only auditory description. -=Dark_Angel=- finds this amusing because it makes him imagine that there is someone who treats faeces as a beautiful and poetic thing, and how strange and wond'rous must they be? "Voyage of the browne": This mocks those overblown poemes that describe life as a journey by applying the same thought to faeces. However, this is doubly ironic since life for faeces actually is a journey, and this poeme describes that journey in magnificently poetic terms. "Ethnic Smells": This poeme barely references faeces at all, and its main concern is to express disgust for Ethnic smells. Since some Ethnic smells are of faeces, it is only natural, necessary and unavoidable that faeces are mentioned. "Wipe before you Weep": This poeme examines the latent tension between an adult and a child when it comes to toilet training. The adult is disgusted and therefore angry at the child's transgression, but simultaneously ashamed at his own failure to practise what he preaches. The dramatic tension here is clearly overdone, and it is because of this that -=Dark_Angel=- wrote the poem, not because it was concerned with faeces. "The Turd to End All Turds": This poeme suggests that holding in a turd is a valiant thing to do, which it is not. But -=Dark_Angel=- thinks that comparing such mundane and often taboo things as trying to hold one's bowels to truly valiant things such as slaying a dragon amusing because it is so inappropriate and pointless. And that concludes my review. You will find that nearly all of -=Dark_Angel=-'s poemes are concerned with the same heroic, epic treatment of mundane and oft-ill-spoke-of phenomena, no matter what the appear on the surface to be about. If you, or anyone else, feels like saying that -=Dark_Angel=- is obsessed with poo, remember that if you say that you will have said a wrong thing. Good day to you, Sir.

very interesting

No sooner said then done. In the name of love. What more? In the name of love. Where the street's have know name. I still haven't found what I'm looking for. Red hill mining town. Bullet the blue sky! With or without you.

titan69, the only thing more tedious than a Godboy is a Satanboy. Telling everyone you worship the devil does not make you interesting, mysterious or attractive. It makes you a Marilyn Manson fan.

As soon as I read the title, I knew this poeme was going to be deep. But I did not realise how deep. It really touched me like no other poeme ever has! The struggle to reach the safety of shore symbolises my own stuggle with obesity. As I stuggle to reach the T.V remote, I am left with two choices: 1) Get up and walk to the remote 2) Eat until I grow so much flab in that direction that I can reach it without moving. My butler is preparing the necessary foods as we speak.

be with the DARK LORD its more FUN

way too long. you could have gotten the point across with less.

fires of the djinn, fire of the djinn. sires of huck finn. tires of erot flynn. wires for loretta lynn? burn.explode.the pyres are for the lunch crowd. no raviollis for jesu'.

i broke both of my hands junior year fighting brian ladeen (i know how you like to keep things 'personal'..he was fucking my girl cheri adler... i had to wear the casts all summer...and when i wiped my ass. a poo streak did form. time after time. it grew in texture. then i learned to wipe with my left. it had a more technical angle. more inclined to dangle!c

you fucker you!!! 8/10

i like your style its lot better than a lot of the crap done by 18 year olds over the water.

thats a long poem!!!!! 7/10

sounds delicious

Beautiful, sensual. The words all flow together well.

even more baffling to me is the copyright info! what's that about, G. Doug?

reminded me of a Tool song. not a bad thing.

i love this idea. i'd like it better if it were a short story instead of a poem, though. nice work.

Could you possibly correct the following confusing mistake I made: "a purely private, therapeutic poem was posted against your wishes" should be "a purely private, therapeutic poem wasn't posted against your wishes". I would be much obliged, Sir.

there is a way out! just pick up the gun and slowly put it in your mouth.