baughworm
on The Drunkest ever by horus8
9 Jun 2003, 10:04 PM
but ?UNFORTUNATLEY? I can't remember
who in the hell you are anyway.
it sounds as though its more fortunate than not.
Otherwise I love this poem. VERY real. Great work.
I didn't mean straddling, but simply the mechanical rocking motion of the horse. I used the horse because it has that straddling associated with it, but more directly I was only going for the actual rocking motion.
Thanks
thx man, I'll hold peace with watever u interpret out of this abstract, its for your eyes and mind, let them feed off it, peace out
I figured I'd tell you again that I really like this poem. I think the fact that it is busy gives it some power and sets a really good mood. To me, it seems like "This is your holiday in hell" sounds like it is ending. But that's just the way that I am thinking right now.
I wish I could understand this...
I believe there is a cut in here somewhere... hmm...
and when they gawk, (they often will), he'll roar, and give them quite a thrill?
Your teenage insights are incredibly valuable! Perhaps next you can point out that racism is wrong!
We don't really care if everywhere we go people stop and stare at our friend dino.
I like this because I totally understand it. And this part :
Someone once said;
'To have loved and lost, is better than to have never loved at all',
Well I say that this person has never known love.
It is better to have never loved,
Because the pain of love, true love lost,
Is unbearable to anyone with a soul.
:is very very true, at least to me.
what DO you mean?
If you know what I mean
DENVER
THE LAST DINOSAUR
HE'S MY FRIEND AND A WHOLE LOT MORE
the way i heard it, she said, "O, Jesu! What have I done?!!"
capachijim
on To those who'd share their heartfelt feelings with the world by -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I.
9 Jun 2003, 6:54 PM
short, sweet, to the point. Great!
There once was a lady from Ealing
who almost et her ceiling.
She licked her ceiling
with floppy lips,
and then said "Oh no, I've et my ceiling!"
Now, why is my face so hor-rid?
It wasn't that way when I boarded.
Your stories are sordid
your deck is not non-skid
And adeiu to you, I must bid.
I don't really understand how the graphics coincide with the overall meaning of the poem, and I think that the language used in the poem takes away from the overal meaning of the poem, but overall good.
actually, *squelch* is the sound the boom makes when it slams into your horrid face.
Narrarator: You see, INTRANSIT, new to sailing, was thinking "upwind tack" when the order was given, thereby allowing the wind to catch him unawares. This in turn, caused his "deck shoes", wet from an previous unpleasantry, to *squelch* and ungrip themselves, sending INTRANSIT to feed the prawnes.