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PsydewaysTears 69.240.74.35 |
8-Jan-05/1:13 AM |
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Awww..... 'tis a rare bond indeed that can be labelled as though it were never going to break.
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| Re: Nightmares Of Yesterday by Zalev |
PsydewaysTears 69.240.74.35 |
8-Jan-05/2:26 AM |
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The title's catchy. And I liked the intro and the final two stanzas... the rest of it though, kinda lost its flare somewhere admidst "mom said I was drunk" and "please stop my sin". Maybe I just wanted to be pulled more into your mind's reactions than just given a dictation of events.... and maybe some metaphorical images to bounce off of would've been nice too. And one of those tiny little umbrellas for my pina colada, if it's not too much trouble.
â¢Â°â¢Gregory Jamesâ¢Â°â¢
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| Re: Dying In The Corner by Zalev |
PsydewaysTears 69.240.74.35 |
8-Jan-05/2:43 AM |
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Too rightly this one hit home... pleasantly flowing and darkly satisfying. I like it a lot.
â¢Â°â¢Gregory Jamesâ¢Â°â¢
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| Re: Tough Act To Follow by jroday |
blacksoul 204.215.33.244 |
8-Jan-05/4:38 AM |
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Suppose a man mess around with your wife.
Do you treat him justly? my father!
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| Re: Fanboy by Blindpoetry |
Bhaskaryya 61.0.144.63 |
7-Jan-05/8:34 PM |
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| Re: Tough Act To Follow by jroday |
jroday 204.215.33.244 |
8-Jan-05/5:03 AM |
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Did'nt know my son was log-in already, the second blacksoul comment is mine.
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| Re: The Mighty Brahmaputra by Bhaskaryya |
horus8 24.130.62.63 |
8-Jan-05/12:33 PM |
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An ass-sandwich, holding the pickle.
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| regarding some deleted poem... |
horus8 24.130.62.63 |
8-Jan-05/12:36 PM |
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Sheeple like you make me proud to wolf.
Anything's better than mounting the son of god
Out of sheer bad writing and boredom.
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| Re: Let God Unwrite Itself by daggatolar |
zodiac 212.118.11.60 |
8-Jan-05/6:08 AM |
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Bow'ls, all of you. And you're all missing one very important detail. A cookie to whomever guesses right.
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| Re: War Story by dougsoderstrom |
zodiac 212.118.11.60 |
8-Jan-05/6:17 AM |
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Do you know the Johnny Cash song "Ride On"? I think this poem strongly resembles it in that they both provoke the strongest disbelief (on my part) at the notion of either of you being closer to war than Texas. You fail. Drop and give me forty.
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| Re: Tough Act To Follow by jroday |
Dovina 69.175.6.101 |
8-Jan-05/8:30 AM |
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"Love" means many things in English. I wish we had all the Greek words with their different meanings for what we lump into "love." "Agape" comes close to your poem. Some folks are hard to love by any definition.
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| Re: AL-NAAFIYSH by blacksoul |
Bhaskaryya 61.0.144.56 |
8-Jan-05/8:46 AM |
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Could I make a request?? Next time you rate a zero on a poem, kindly leave a small comment that describes what you hated about the poem, why it sucked and why did it deserve a zero. Every poet works hard on a poem and so they never think they deserve a zero...
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| Re: AL-NAAFIYSH by blacksoul |
Bhaskaryya 61.0.144.56 |
8-Jan-05/8:52 AM |
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| Re: The Day The World Blew Away by OfaRevolutionAJD |
Bhaskaryya 61.0.144.56 |
8-Jan-05/8:54 AM |
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| Re: The Mighty Brahmaputra by Bhaskaryya |
Dovina 69.175.6.101 |
8-Jan-05/9:08 AM |
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I think you sacrifice too much for the rhymes - grammar, clarity, even interest.
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| regarding some deleted poem... |
Dovina 69.175.6.101 |
8-Jan-05/9:21 AM |
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Better grammar would help, even where you insert a word for rhythm's sake.
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| Re: You have 7 hours to live... now here's the bad news by D. $ Fontera |
Dovina 69.175.6.101 |
8-Jan-05/9:25 AM |
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If it's about telemarketing, the title should give some hint. It seems like you're talking about several things at once.
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| Re: You have 7 hours to live... now here's the bad news by D. $ Fontera |
Crakyamuni 131.252.229.84 |
8-Jan-05/10:40 AM |
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I think it's about Texas Hold Em. I love that game.
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| Re: AL-NAAFIYSH by blacksoul |
Crakyamuni 131.252.229.84 |
8-Jan-05/10:43 AM |
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| regarding some deleted poem... |
Shuushin 147.154.235.52 |
8-Jan-05/11:47 AM |
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very cute except for the last last bit. Fell apart at sowed...
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