| Re: Hoopla by wFraser Allonby Q.C.w |
Stephen Robins 213.146.148.199 |
20-Sep-04/2:38 AM |
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wFraser Allonby Q.C.w 195.157.153.253 |
20-Sep-04/1:25 AM |
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| regarding some deleted poem... |
wFraser Allonby Q.C.w 195.157.153.253 |
20-Sep-04/1:26 AM |
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| Re: NO TIME!! by Brandy_n_Cali |
AM I EVIL? 24.71.61.94 |
19-Sep-04/10:15 PM |
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I REALLY ENJOID READING THIS PEICE ITS VERY DARK MYSTERIOUS
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| regarding some deleted poem... |
AM I EVIL? 24.71.61.94 |
19-Sep-04/10:10 PM |
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I WOULD LIKE TO THANK U FOR YOUR COMMENT,BUT I WOULD LIKE U TO READ MY UNTITLED AND FALLING ASLEEP,THANX AGAIN
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| Re: Winters Death by Brandy_n_Cali |
AM I EVIL? 24.71.61.94 |
19-Sep-04/10:17 PM |
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I LIKE THE FLOW BUT I DONT NO WHAT U MEAN?
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| Re: Dads are suppose to stay by Brandy_n_Cali |
AM I EVIL? 24.71.61.94 |
19-Sep-04/10:21 PM |
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I REALLY LIKES THIS 1 EVERYTHING ABOUT IT IS HEARTFELT AND SOULFILLED
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| Re: Soft Beak; Hard lotion by Bachus |
klosterfobik 205.188.116.140 |
19-Sep-04/4:40 PM |
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| Re: Lynched by Bachus |
klosterfobik 205.188.116.140 |
19-Sep-04/4:43 PM |
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Pure - sheer and absolute shit!
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| Re: Chocolate Rabbit Ears & Gay Sex by Bachus |
klosterfobik 205.188.116.140 |
19-Sep-04/4:32 PM |
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| Re: Polyester Mustache by Bachus |
klosterfobik 205.188.116.140 |
19-Sep-04/4:33 PM |
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| Re: Strange Days, Indeed by Bachus |
klosterfobik 205.188.116.140 |
19-Sep-04/4:36 PM |
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| Re: Glass Flowers by Bachus |
klosterfobik 205.188.116.140 |
19-Sep-04/4:39 PM |
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You are as convicted as a very bad poet - blown prose!
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| Re: THE GAME by jroday |
klosterfobik 205.188.116.140 |
19-Sep-04/5:36 PM |
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Is this Bachus?Sounds like him.
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| regarding some deleted poem... |
Stephen Robins 213.146.148.199 |
20-Sep-04/2:37 AM |
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There once was a dog named Dovina,
Whom tried to lick herself cleaner,
Whilst her bum she did rim,
She chanced on her quim,
Which tasted of stale Oringina.
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| Re: Jarooomeee by klosterfobik |
Tintagiles 142.166.239.10 |
19-Sep-04/6:09 PM |
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This is without a doubt the most blatant case of idiotic self-voting I have yet seen. As a poem, this fails for a simple reason: if you start off with a rhyming quatrain, you should not round it off with three unrhyming verses even more lacking in rhythmic distinction than the first four.
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| Re: She washed over me by nentwined |
<~> 204.251.238.10 |
19-Sep-04/7:51 PM |
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oy. ready? set? crit:
She washed over me like water,
>>kâwashed over me doesnât need to be qualified with âlike waterââ>>economize your words for greater effect.
and I knew love
like love had never known;
>>abstract
she wriggled into every crevice, licked
me clean, then left--
>>okay, now weâre getting somewhere. Was it a salty tongue, like
>>sharkskin, so smooth on the approach yet tearing and scraping
>>like sandpaper as it pulled away?
but she came back, caressed me down, deeper still.
>>and what did that feel like?
She went and came like some sick little game
>>yep. Yep. Very clear to me.
and I was stone, alone and uncertain;
>> I have a hard time with stones being uncertain. They donât roll.
>>They know where theyâll wake up tomorrow. They know what they are
>>going to wear tonight. And they definitely know if they look fat
>>in that.
her visitations slowly eroded my hesitation
and I became used to her comings and goings.
>>tides? To repeat the water/comparison to elementals metaphor?
We settled into a long routine, then: love when she was there
>>delete âthenâ
and happy rememberings on her trips away.
>>both of you settled into this
>both of you with the happy rememberings?
Slowly, though, she found my deep imperfections
and seeping into them she'd leave a piece of herself behind
to whip cold and hot.
>>finding and seeping cold maybe be better verbs? More insidious?
She'd tell herself tales
when she returned
and slowly I cracked, I crumbled,
>>what sort of tales? About what? Why? And how did it come
>>about that you heard them?
and she'd whisk those pieces away, rounding them to pebbles, then sand
while I remained
less
and less.
>>again, delete âthenâ
The strength of her love never waned
and in time it became too much
for what was left of me,
one raw stone,
and I let go.
>>you never showed us that she loved you, only that she tortures you
I entered her to and fro,
another pawn of her whimsy
to slowly be rounded to nothing
through pleasure.
>>apart from âpawnâ being overused, the rounding to nothing slowly through pleasure is quite good.
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| Re: The Bleeding Rose by BleedingRose |
Jezabele-In-Hell 68.18.3.217 |
19-Sep-04/8:14 PM |
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I really like that one. Can't explain why....just do :)
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| Re: AIDS in a Doug by horus8 |
Stephen Robins 213.146.148.199 |
20-Sep-04/2:43 AM |
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There once was some AIDS in a Jug,
Which had held a bottle of Krug,
It transpired the drink,
Was poured down the sink,
To be replaced by the semen of your friend, Doug.
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| Re: Jarooomeee by klosterfobik |
Stephen Robins 213.146.148.199 |
20-Sep-04/2:53 AM |
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You are a colossal pair of Michael Winner's unwashed pants.
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