-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I.
replying on Soft Speak; Hard Emotion by Blindpoetry
4 Feb 2004, 3:55 PM
CODE BROWN -- ABORT ABORT ABORT ABORT ABO..... pppt* gale force eight
plagarist!
http://www.poemranker.com/poem-details.jsp?id=78003
dang, this is a plagarist!!
INZANE IN THE MEMBRANE!
tell me, how does it feel to suck this much?
...wait... I cant tell if I'm reading this correctly, for lack of knowledge on most of the words.
It was just a shtick?
odd... odd, indeed.
Because I don't edit my poem with your idea, it is thrown into an abyss and walks out harmed from the brutality you layed upon my poem. At first, you say it is good and give it a ten. You suggest a line of YOUR work, practically. I say no, I really want my work to be My work and not any others - assuming this is the right thing to do. Then you turn back and give it a zero... because of that reason? This voting system is screwed up.
What were the things I did wrong? What things do I need to work on? Do something, like Zodiac, and give a reason for the zero. please?
I didn't make it the whole way through your diatribe, but near the beginning you blurt something about this being a "serious" pome.
Ok let's test that claim, lol...here goes...
you're missing a "to" in s.2 L.1
In S.4 L.1, why "I buried my heart with" and not "I buried my heart with you" -- is this a colloquialism I don't know or was it to save a syllable for the rhythm?
in the next line, "that field" comes off pretty corny, why not just "in a field where grey stones stand"?
S.5 L.1 "...but went away" should be "...who went away" or "...but who went away"
now, after you're done getting all pissy at me like a senile cat that thinks it owns its owners house & everything in it, why don't you go make some constructive comments on one of my pomes? If you can. I personally doubt it. You obviously have some talent for writing, but apparently little ability to read and understand and contribute to others' writing. If I'm wrong, however, I'd be quite interested to hear your feedback. Foaming at the mouth at me, however, will not make me cry. It might make me giggle, and show it to someone for a good laugh.
adding in the "dear" and "my" to the 2nd rhyming line is a sweet touch.
Note to Lenore: I have to say, it's pretty fucking hard to miss that this pome is about a dead daughter, not a lost love.
I know what you mean. My fingers were trembling as I wrote that, utterly sickened that I could come up with something so -- <there is no word to describe it> -- even in jest. But I wrote on regardless, knowing full well what needed to be said, and saying it ere the vicious onslaught it inflicted upon my sense of taste left me gnarled beyond all repair.
Oh my God.
You look like a pig in a jam jar, cute. Sure, I'm jealous, but this type of 'creature' always goes to you first... But, will you be having her modeling johdpurs for the good fight down the road, or will you rather end up flashing her fleeing the stadium streaking and cackling out into the night? you've always been a giving poet, I remember that time when me and magical Max the hippie debeaner went out to the track that fateful summer of 62' To bet on your horse
"Horn'd Shoe" as per the instructions you had left for us on the napkin in "Stixcker's Pub" but Max, a chronic asthma victim, hacked up a loogie and accidentilly... used said napkin to catch said flung matter. So, what we thought said "Bet the Barn" said "I'm in the barn" If we'd only checked, we might have saved you from your unfortunate hay rolling incident that left you permanently sneezing, and found out that "horn'd shoe"... only had three legs, not to mention, that the jockey was no other than a horribly obese german ex chelo player from that band "the glue factory" alas, so much suffering could have been avoided, I'd still be a lad, and you'd still be... a dancer.
So you're saying this poem will be judged 'on content' and not structure or quality? You are by far and away well beyond name calling lady, you are a world class stink cunt, seriously, do you know how fucking stupid you sound saying that? You are talking TO HORUS8 (the prince of flairlessnes and tasteless writing, but I do still write the occasional 'real' poem as do others like dark angel and poets that use writing to stretch in all directions), not some fucking twenty year old lesbian at a wake? You think I care about what you think about my work? I just sold my first book to a major publishing house Lenore, I don't need your or anyone elses approval or praise, got that, My point is your original comment was so far from having anything to do with the poem at all I can't help but think you didn't even read it? For one, I'm not in the poem either is my loneliness? In fact you said nothing about the poenm at all, only some other shit about all of the pimple poems on poemranker, I don't write pimple poems Lenore, I think your barking up the wrong tree, and you should pull your foot out of your mouth and apologize, not to me, but to honest convicted poetry with sound structure and selfless real life events. That's where your apology lies, there and in your own heart, you are a perfect example of a bitter lonely bitch that's read too much Raven Silverwolf or whatever other stupid mediocre new age bullshit you and your book club is buying into out there on Walden's pond
There is nothing wrong with this vilanelle, grammar, or spelling, it's a taste full poem, and I disagree, your not a poet with enough credibility to even begin to rate my work let alone a vilanelle, and my harsh name calling was meant to be, you fucking hack kneed dwarf fucker, you'll be lucky if I don't parody your entire body of work using nothing but spoons and douche metaphors for your wiccan vaginal spooge and mindless 'moon mama' poetic homeruns of shit. The scented candle and rubbing oils are that way, love, now move your ass before I take your body of work and turn them all into horus8 torture sessions of ugly older housewives and the men that love to abuse them. Do I make myself clear, I admit, have the shit I write is propaganda and neither here nor there, but to come along and claim this poem is in poor taste is unexcusable, and just a lie, this is a well written poem, you are either jealous, or stupid, or confused, I don't know if you write many vilanelles, but this poem is indeed a wonderful vilanelle, and to say you think it's trite or full of this or that is wrong, it's reserved, poignant, and true, it conveys, to me, what this twenty year old girl that was raped and kept the baby anyway only too lose her daughter later at a year old to a brain tumor? What? And I'm not even pissed because of your blatant disregard to All that's 'feminine' and 'Wiccan' or 'EArthly'.
I'm pissed because it's lazy self centered mother fuckers like you that keep this world from waking up, while you point the finger at me and call me the devil, or the bad tasteless poet, in all reality, it's you and your peers that are heartless, selfish, dry cunts hopped up personal enlightenment and enless series of hopeless CONTRADICTIONS IN LIFE STYLE, love, work, you're a joke, a sell out, a blind accusor of what YOu are guilty of daily, not me bitch, I have CONVICTION, I have justice, I know what I stand for, and that's bad news for you and your disorganized body of liberal ferret fuckers, when I have my day? better run, because you're the first on my list of ethnic cleansing.
I recommend the following changes:
"Winter" -> "Winturd"
"tear" -> "smear"
Thanks.
I like this a lot. It reminds me of my own poems! Have a look at my poems and tell me what you think. I've been given a lot of negative feedback from people on this site, so I would appreciate a positive critique. Thanks! -10-