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richa on hands by New Life Drug 1 Apr 2004, 8:14 AM
The repetition is a bit odd. Like 'love with the right amount of personification' and pockets in hands'
richa on Finest Hour by creedclay 1 Apr 2004, 8:12 AM
Nature could create a bird flying free. Only man could create the window. A bit drawn out the sentiment here, you have five lines to say the bird has free will.
Like how you got from sheep to where's my drink in one easy step.
Why do you feel the need to censor your own use of the word 'fucking'? Are you so ground down by the repressive culture of your country you can't even bear to type it out properly?
Richard on A Dangling Poo by zodiac 1 Apr 2004, 4:42 AM
Okay, I get what you mean by "original" now. Just a suggested edit on verse three, "cause I'm Klinger" is good, but maybe "cause I'm a Klinger" would be better? Otherwise a simply marvelous feast, on the unknown thoughts of a constipated nugget of furry waste :)
zodiac replying on Over Simplification by Richard 1 Apr 2004, 4:40 AM
Building vocabulary does not mean the same thing as developing an original thought. Don't get the two confused. The most cliche poems here are ones that say things like "this disclosure leaves me elated, And simultaneously fills me with fear... it would not be pragmatically impactful." That's bullshit, just Shift-F7 on a crap poem, not meant to do anything but hide the fact that it's the same old stupidity. Don't believe me? Find what you consider the best poem ever and count the 1, 2, 3, and 4-syllable words. My favorite was "I shall carry them folded, in my back pocket." Simple, rhythmic, semi-original, a nice use of a comma.
Richard replying on Over Simplification by Richard 1 Apr 2004, 4:10 AM
Thanks, I'm a computer geek by trade and this poem is an attempt at reverse engineering. I started with the thought of a short-term bad relationship, previous girlfriend, and an emotional timeline. Just worked backward from there (I did use a thesaurus). It’s the same poem written 3 different ways hence the name. Thanks for the comments!
Richard replying on Over Simplification by Richard 1 Apr 2004, 4:03 AM
Take that to heart that they have realized the error of their Cliché ways. They are extending their vocabulary, trying to create the same meaning without using those selfsame words. It's a growing process. You're making me think so don't get me wrong. But as humans we have 5 senses, 6 if you're psychic. I couldn't tell you the exact number of emotions we are capable of, but it's a finite number. More often than not poetry runs along those basic themes. But if you mean writing something new to the effect of "The French-Fries day off" or "My bicycle decided to ride me today" I'll work on it, seriously. As far as the line goes, my favorite is Cascaded tears... Thanks for the comments, keep up the good work Z!
zodiac on A Dangling Poo by zodiac 1 Apr 2004, 3:43 AM
<VERSE THREE - In Whiche Our Hero Concludes His Adventures in a Moste Curious Fashion!> Now your thighs are wet with a sweaty gruel, The scent's intense, yeah, but I'm one stool You can't pick off with paper so you'll Have to M*A*S*H me, babe, cause I'm Klinger. Cause I'm not gonna drop or disappear - Except, perhaps, if it wasn't so queer, (Which I hate) you could make like Richard Gere And push me back in with One Finger (-Answer, I mean, or Bachus or Shuushin - Now come on Everyone, & start the confusion!)
Boy George split his frenulum trying, Elton John ruptured his ringpiece trying, Rockmage grew a beard to hide his flabby colon because of trying, Paul Newman had three vertebrae removed trying, George Michael wore his ridge off trying, The Thompson Twins ejaculated blood trying, but none of these famous fags could surpass you in being a such a cuntishly big gay.
An accident involving your bum and a gay man's knob.
In response, to clarify, I capitalized the "A" for a reason. I want it to be read 2 different ways. Well, maybe not quite so different but if you read it again, you may see what I mean. That is also why I left the 'y' lowercase. I do that a lot in my poems, should you come across it again. The word "spell" was also repititious for a reason. I agree with you that the reader might not be clear on what the poem is about, however my intention is to hopefully guide the reader into coming to their own conclusion in regards to how my words portray one portion of what may be going on in their life. Anyway, thanks for the comments and I hope mine might have cleared some things up for you.
If you find it so soul-shriv'ling, why in Sodomy do you keep posting? You are a fool, zodiac. -=Dark_Angel=- has no interest in poetry. The only reason he came to this site was to mock. You, on the other hand, have dedicated your life to studying poemes. Perhaps that's why you find an amateur on-line poetry forum chock-full of dullards so soul-shriv'ling. But what the hell were you expecting?
The perception you have of yourself is so ridiculous, and so far from the truth, that any minute now your amazing zanyness will cave in on itself, staining all our terrified jodhpurs in a dreadful slurry of 'fascinating anecdotes about your way-beyond-the-extreme meth adventures.' And then, having based your entire personality upon telling everyone about drugs, and having based your entire poetic career upon a wanton smearing of tens by that UNPRECEDENTED DULLARD rockmage, your shrivelled prune of a body will come crawling back to me, weeping and begging for death. And I will look down upon you with granite eyes, the cold wind blowing through my golden locks as the sky turns wrathful overhead, and my jodhpurs fall, as if by magic, to the floor. And even as the torrents beat against my massive jaw, and the raging ocean crashes against ev'ry poop deck known to man, and even as you lie writhing like an urchin beneath another man's straining buttocks, the last remaining shards of your utterly drooping persona scattered like dung about the nest, even then that voice, that voice you know so well, will whisper to the chimes of a distant flushing outhouse: Bow'ls, my lad. Utter, utter bow'ls.
New Life Drug on I Have A Love by Spindle 31 Mar 2004, 10:09 PM
its cute
New Life Drug on Mariana by wilco 31 Mar 2004, 10:07 PM
nice images. i love the word caustic. it reminds me of this band "Caustic Notions" but thats beside the point. this sounds like something i would write, therefore, i like it.
New Life Drug on A Dangling Poo by zodiac 31 Mar 2004, 10:04 PM
hmmmm. what inspired you to write this? jeez... i can imagine it like a musical...or an ebay commercial..they should show it in pre-schools across america..
Shuushin on hands by New Life Drug 31 Mar 2004, 9:56 PM
Yeah, that works.
wilco replying on The Hell With Growing Up by wilco 31 Mar 2004, 9:13 PM
Hey, you get it.
Trying to understand DA is like trying to produce pure white pieces of shit from your arse. But hey, its doesn't hurt to try! But I wonder about the state of your health.. because 90% of his comments is.. well thats A LOT OF COMMENTS specially if you read the replies/insults/arguements that follow. You actually digesting that much material leads me to conclude that you have an odd obsession of the extreme sort... but everyone has their "thing". :)