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INTRANSIT 152.163.100.68 |
21-Oct-04/11:54 AM |
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| Re: Women by Bakar |
Dovina 24.52.156.155 |
21-Oct-04/12:54 PM |
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Ah, not true, my good sir. You find not because you seek not.
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| regarding some deleted poem... |
INTRANSIT 205.188.116.66 |
21-Oct-04/7:23 AM |
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I appreciate the ten you gave me on my last poem. However, it is undeserved. The poem is a hack and a ripoff, nothing more.
I'll try to help you on this one, but take my help with a grain of salt. here goes.
S-1 (on) unnecessary.
S-2 L-4 Kill it. You can do better. Same for S-3 L-4
S-4 L-3 you're on the right track here.
Work the word (temptation) into the poem because I originall thought this was about a boy. Then I figured it's about the Lord.
This is all I know, hope it helps.
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| Re: the victory by oneglove |
Dovina 24.52.156.155 |
19-Oct-04/5:19 PM |
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I wonder why you break rhythm in the last three lines.
I weep with joy
for Christ has conquered
As a tree delivered
Him to hades
now a tree releases
me from bondage
Just a thought.
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| Re: Cutting The Ropes by darylchew |
Dovina 24.52.156.155 |
21-Oct-04/1:12 PM |
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I see the real me in you - paraphrased, and perhaps the best definition of love. The ropes do not seem to follow from the opening as if a step is missing.
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| Re: To Leave a Trace by Dovina |
Dan garcia-Black 66.159.205.241 |
20-Oct-04/8:37 AM |
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You have an impressive resume and vocabulary, Johnny. I suppose that I do appear self-righteous to hypocrites. Anyway, I'm bored by all this blah, blah, blah. Write an article about another lame poet's hair follicles that will be suitable for publication in some "highly respected lit mag." I'll just continue to post here with my opinion of your unimportance and lack of integrity intact.
Dan garcia-Black
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| Re: A Lovely Cog by Dovina |
Dan garcia-Black 66.159.205.241 |
20-Oct-04/8:42 AM |
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It's a riddle. Are you a librarian?
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| Re: A Lovely Cog by Dovina |
MR Blobby 213.48.75.71 |
20-Oct-04/12:06 PM |
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Your just to Blobby Arnt you.
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| Re: Lufituaeb by Phaiyne |
Phaiyne 67.181.240.232 |
20-Oct-04/6:43 PM |
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| Re: Youth by thepinkbunnyofdoom |
arduinn 165.21.83.240 |
20-Oct-04/7:26 PM |
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Don't change anything.. I think it's already good.
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| Re: Free by TLRufener |
arduinn 165.21.83.240 |
20-Oct-04/7:34 PM |
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I like.
I think the first line from the second stanza should be 'your'.. And the bit about 'Everyone knew that I was wrong'.. Well, shouldn't it be 'thought'? That's just what I think.. Don't change if you think you're right.. k..
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| Re: Brogues are best by Stephen Robins |
some deleted user 195.188.248.154 |
21-Oct-04/9:19 AM |
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Yet you bare not a though for the slipper.
With all your pontificating and mindless titter
Minor shod fools mark my words
Avoid following your vulgar herds
For with its exquisite fume
A gentleman neâer leaves the smoking room
Your exterior footwear laments
For whence you can afford the expense
Of a man who will supply
Anything that catch your eye
Any item with which you have not yet
For when within your palace you can stay
And neâer see the light of the day
Let the plebs worry about there dress
Whilst your feet are all warm and caressed
A true Gent be shod in none other
Save the mighty slipper
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| Re: Fingernails by thepinkbunnyofdoom |
Bachus 24.130.62.63 |
21-Oct-04/11:00 AM |
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| Re: A Lovely Cog by Dovina |
zodiac 212.118.14.17 |
21-Oct-04/1:06 AM |
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I posted a poem full of grammatical and other errors. Why don't you ever comment on mine?
This poem is just too simple. That's all.
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| regarding some deleted poem... |
Bachus 24.130.62.63 |
21-Oct-04/11:13 AM |
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| Re: Forbidden Desires by blackthoughtz1 |
fevriere 62.254.128.6 |
21-Oct-04/5:33 AM |
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| Re: Dino Campana: Autumn Garden by Sasha |
fevriere 62.254.128.6 |
21-Oct-04/5:43 AM |
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Al giardino spettrale al lauro muto
De le verdi ghirlande
A la terra autunnale
Un ultimo saluto!
A l'aride pendici
Aspre arrossate nell'estremo sole
Confusa di rumori
Rauchi grida la lontana vita:
Grida al morente sole
Che insanguina le aiole.
S'intende una fanfara
Che straziante sale: il fiume spare
Ne le arene dorate: nel silenzio
Stanno le bianche statue a capo i ponti
Volte: e le cose già non sono più.
E dal fondo silenzio come un coro
Tenero e grandioso
Sorge ed anela in alto al mio balcone:
E in aroma d'alloro,
In aroma d'alloro acre languente,
Tra le statue immortali nel tramonto
Ella m'appar, presente.
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| Re: Zipmark'd by fevriere |
INTRANSIT 205.188.116.66 |
21-Oct-04/7:06 AM |
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I like the psuedo-beat thing going on here. I think it's better than mine.
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| Re: Market Day in Al-Karak, South Jordan by zodiac |
Bachus 24.130.62.63 |
21-Oct-04/11:13 AM |
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| Re: Orbs by Bachus |
INTRANSIT 152.163.100.68 |
21-Oct-04/11:48 AM |
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Oh we do not. knock it off.
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