Dovina
replying on Adieu by cuddlytiger17
19 Jul 2004, 10:21 AM
I agree. I wish you would read my poem, "Sacrament" again and my comment to you.
Thanks. :)
How else can we keep four or five of you on the string at once?
lol.
The calves are part of the kids who ate them and at least one of the kids lacks custody and filanders in nightclubs. Thanks.
Some of the gay guys with whom I work tell me that condoms taste like escargot when sautéed in butter and garlic with a large baguette on the side. You may not hate them if try them that way. I prefer a tongue taco instead. JK, W. Oh, I almost forgot. Get a ribbed condom, turn it inside out and then put it on. Wow, those ribs rock.
You've already been amongst the arabs too long. You've forgotten how to read, poor thing.
You're kind of becoming Zodiac Hussein. Poemrankers tyrannical, structural dictator. I suppose that we must have one though. So, watch yourself over there and don't get kidnapped. You know they will anally rape you while making you read thousands of pages of unstructured, misspelled muslim poetry in a mixture of broken English and...and...that habadibadobi stuff that they speak over there.
P.s. - Is syntax not the sexiest word ever?
God, I hate condoms. I just have to mention that any time someone mentions them.
Could use some paring
Never said better.
Yeah, but who got custody of the kids and the calves? I've never divorced a place but now I have an idea of how it might feel. -10-
Don't listen to Z. He's an enigma trapped within a foil condom wrapper being nuked in a microwave oven and arcing all over the small cooking space. Let's just watch the fireworks through the window and shout, "Whoopee! Burn, Baby, burn!" Then we can flush him down the john and make some lowfat popcorn, cover it with melted butter and watch "Fried Green Tomatoes and Akira Kurasawa's "Dreams" back to back.
After reading this poem, I find it hard to believe you know how to speak correctly, to say nothing of writing correctly.
Or else you've decided for some reason beyond my comprehension that written English follows entirely different rules from spoken English in terms of sense, syntax and whatnot - thusly indelibly marking yourself as the worst kind of dim.
Life must seem incredibly big and exciting to you. Does it?
Do you believe, along with the Great Philosopher, that the concept of infinity could not have been invented by Mankind, ergo God exists?
The Southern US is exactly like Jordan, which is exactly like Northern Mexico, which is actually like any Northern UK mining town or any town at all in Wales.
Wherever have you gotten the notion that everybody is going to attack a poem that 'fails utterly in its blah blah blah?' Since joining this site, you've gotten everything about poetry totally wrong. Aside from the vast majority of would-be poeticks who attack anything which isn't free-form and abstract to the point of utter meaninglessness, there is a small group of people bright or misguided enough to attack any poem which uses literary references and "accepted poetic devices" (whatever you mean by that) in an extraordinarily dim fashion. I am one of those people. I also often attack poems that make no sense, including almost every poemranker poem I've ever read.
?-Dave_Mysterious-?
on An Old Man's Folly (from the diaries of Dave Q. Mysterious) by ?-Dave_Mysterious-?
19 Jul 2004, 12:31 AM
Extract from Jeremy Bentham's Last Will and Testament:
My body I give to my dear friend Doctor Southwood Smith to be disposed of in a manner hereinafter mentioned, and I direct ... he will take my body under his charge and take the requisite and appropriate measures for the disposal and preservation of the several parts of my bodily frame in the manner expressed in the paper annexed to this my will and at the top of which I have written Auto Icon. The skeleton he will cause to be put together in such a manner as that the whole figure may be seated in a chair usually occupied by me when living, in the attitude in which I am sitting when engaged in thought in the course of time employed in writing. I direct that the body thus prepared shall be transferred to my executor. He will cause the skeleton to be clad in one of the suits of black occasionally worn by me. The body so clothed, together with the chair and the staff in the my later years bourne by me, he will take charge of and for containing the whole apparatus he will cause to be prepared an appropriate box or case and will cause to be engraved in conspicuous characters on a plate to be affixed thereon and also on the labels on the glass cases in which the preparations of the soft parts of my body shall be contained ... my name at length with the letters ob: followed by the day of my decease. If it should so happen that my personal friends and other disciples should be disposed to meet together on some day or days of the year for the purpose of commemorating the founder of the greatest happiness system of morals and legislation my executor will from time to time cause to be conveyed to the room in which they meet the said box or case with the contents therein to be stationed in such part of the room as to the assembled company shall seem meet .
Queens Square Place, Westminster, Wednesday 30th May, 1832.
good poem -9-