Dovina
on You by Fire_is_cool
25 Oct 2004, 1:59 PM
If you want to post a new poem, please do so. But when you pose a new poem as a revision of an old poem, the old comments look crazy.
From an outhouse at a campground long ago. Not original.
eleven
#2, for example, is an alright use of the word "discover" because they discover what god has made (step 1) and find it pleasing (step 2). It's a poem for god's sake, not a technical writing on science and religion.
I liked Ike but not as much as I like your poem.
Err, I think it should be ice cream and not ice scream?
Could you kindly be more specific. Please, God, say you at least understood #s 2, 3, 6, 7, 8 & 10?!
This poem is the only true thing I've ever written :(
I'm sorry, but did your face just squelch?
Let us review your comment, shall we?
First off: It's not that I dislike your
writing, it's just that it's a dime a dozen.
Second -- It seems to me your apparent hang-up
with me has nothing to do with poetry, but rather
your impressions of who, or what, I might be.
Proving why I hate fucks like yourselve, see, it's
really never about reality, it's always about your fears and insecurities, and your need to prove something, to who, or what?
Only you know, probably father problems surfacing late in life.
If it makes you feel any better, I'm quite sane, rich, fulfilled, and thoroughly enjoying my beautiful family, and artistic endeavors. There's enough room for the booth of us in this great life friend. Although privacy, honor, and respect have taken a backseat to Republican lap snorkling god humpers like yourself, I still feel GOOD.
I like it!
any more for
Just stopped by to return the favor. If it's any consolation I don't care for your collection of meaningless shit than you do for mine, but I don't take the time to log in to my multiple personalities
and give you more than one score. Just one, from me.
I have seen a few things in your words that have made me stop to think, but you aren't running a really good race in life. I'm not a psycologist, but if you are really the way you are, you need one. he he heee...
No, I would only metafail under this scenario, which brings us back to what Jroday and I are saying.
An enormous trifle crammed into a discount coffin?
Actually it's more like crossing Jeff Goldblum with a fly, only instead of a fly it's a daddy long-legs, only the daddy long-legs has already been half-crushed, and what comes out of the teleporter in the end has too many crushed human legs and flops about the place, madly buzzing its Jew-wings against the laboratory floor and oh wont someone please fetch the sledge-hammer good lord wont somebody please kill it
A profoundly silly piece. I have no doubt you are a giant wally. -10-