Dan garcia-Black
on Dylan's Odyssey. by Don-Quixote
13 Jul 2004, 7:02 AM
Tambourine man and candy man mean the same thing so this works for me.
P.O.V.
I like everything butt the end. To avoid all the ambiguity, it should read:
After all the dieting,
Makeup,
Fashion,
Poise,
He finally noticed,
He was fat and gay.
That's because you are in many ways dim. No offense intended. Most people are probably dim at at least one thing.
PS- Comedies don't ascend. They revolve. Thanks.
You show a great gift for being able to forget when you have opened quotes. Keep up the good work!!!!
I don't believe it's fair to real professors for you to continue to refer to yourself as a professor. Please stop.
What a dim response. In fact, your return to poemranker may best be described as "a period of general dimming, followed by changeless brown."
Regarding your first point: Are you stupid?
Splendid. This is the best poeme about Spags ever.
Brilliant. Love the build up..
Blessed with ten.
A man is arguing with his wife. The screams and taunts, hurled back and forth between the two, echo through through the quiet streets. Eventually the man has had enough, throws some clothes into a night-bag and storms out of the house. Just as he is about to leave, he realises he desperately needs to relieve his bowels. He goes to the outhouse. He strides in, and, still angry, slams the door behind him. Unfortunately, the force of the slam overbalances the precarious structure, and the outhouse crashes over with the man inside. After telling his wife he's never coming back, he now has no choice but to scuttle pathetically back into the house, hopelessly embrowned and covered in paper.
This is very much how I see your return.
Good evening, Mr. Ghost of Dan.
Reverse chonology. Tricks only work when the writing is good. This WORKS.Dovina must be busy because she is usually much more perceptive than I. At firstI was annoyed that you were posting four poems as one. Then I decided that if you were that sly, maybe you were worth reading. I'm glad I did. I hope that
your writing doesn't require someone to die each time you need inspiration. Well, maybe that's not an impossible situation to overcome. There is a war going on. Plenty of material there. Poems for oil.
I like the way you've crammed several poemes into one submission. It allows the reader to sort of rank your entire life in one go. -6-
My favorite bit is :
A shoe-string, dear? Bright red. Short
It cannot be for an adultâs shoe.
Genius
Hey, this is really great!!1 It reminds me of my new poem. Can I make a suggestion? I reckon "perchance" would be better as "peradventure."
Of course I cannot raise your dunce rank. Any more than dougsoderstrom can lower it. How dare he accuse me of dunce inflation? How dare he!
What happened to the comment by Dan garcia-Black and your response to it? I thought they were quite good.
Dear Dark Angel:
No, as it turns out, what has led to my return to poemranker is a desire to be with you, a desire to be able to share our different points of view with each other.
Love,
Doug
Was it the spiral of depression caused by your demotion from Professor to Instructor which led to your shame-faced return to poemeranker?