-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I.
on Hologram glasses by zodiac
4 Apr 2004, 4:37 PM
If Ray Bradbury were to somehow transmute himself into a guff, this poeme would be the name of the guff. And that name is Jesu.
If every poem is guff, then every satire a trivial twist, every comment a waste of time, and every poet a deluded fool.
Don't be such a simpleminded boob. My poemes are unbelievable guff, just like all poetry. However, the real guff is your tedious amateur psychology. No, wait, the real guff is all poetry. Thanks!
well said.
Grammar! Your prior poems reeked of bad grammar, so does this one. You have good ideas, but believe it or not, you actually have to say them good too.
Margaret is faithful.
Poor egotist, wolf angel of darkness, you have no way of knowing youâre as good as anyone going. Your poetry is funny, witty and clever, though seldom charming. See, itâs just that easy to find something true and nice to say. Or is it necessary to lurk at the edge of the herd, looking for the young, the neophyte, the weak, sensitive or wounded to devour. Your work stands well on its own, you know.
Why is the entire poeme indented?
This doesn't really achieve the vague air of guffing claptrap that wheezes out of all good poetry. -2-
Somebody who actually was stronger wouldn't need to tell themselves they were stronger. Telling yourself you're stronger is like telling yourself you can achieve anything if you set your heart on it: mealy-mouthed blubbering fiddle-faddle for spineless duncecombes to cling onto instead of facing the fact that the world isn't a special magical secret garden of faeyrieyes and smiling toadstools where everyone loves everyone else and they all write each other gushing friendship notes on Anne Geddes note-paper. Thanks!
Poeme review: Weepy prose with arbitrary line breaks =/= poetry.
Spelling and punctuation...
Could use half the words. Brevity best.
sounds like a phase on punk song.good flow though
And off to grandmother's house we go.
Don't misrepresent us, hypatia. We're all as gentle as lambs, daveslady, as you would see if you'd care to accompany us up to our apartments where we've got fresh iced tea and really state-of-the-art hi-fi systems waiting.
I admire your courage in positng this sentimental and personal message on a poetry site fraught with ravaging wolves. When they come to devour, remember you are stronger.
yeah, yeah - I know what you meant. (shame!) ;)
haha oh my...
Didn't mean it like that. The "hole" to which I referred is more like a void in one's heart or soul.
thanks - the wheels roll line is actually one of my favorites, because a lot of this has to do with driving long hours to meet up with someone I didn't get to see often. thanks for your comment!