Robert K Foster
on Walter Cronkite by UnityMitford
29 May 2003, 10:39 AM
i like a good mlt. mutton lettuce and tomato sandwich...
awww.. pitter patter. like little feet. AAAAH!
overused the """"""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""
buried.
careful with the spelling...
If you are thinking of suicide, don't do it. I hope that you are mature enough to know that life will get better--pain dulls with time.
as for the poem, some of the rhymes seemed forced, interrupting the flow.
what is a medician?
Otherwise I liked it. somewhat sexual, somewhat angst-ridden.
I think this is lovely, save the "bubble rising at birth" being a troubling image of some odd body function. It takes the reader in the wrong direction early on.
Anytime, notice how much more effective those plastic posies worked? Amazing, I know, but it proves my theory about love and symbolism, and once I write that said theory down you'll see what I mean by that. Totally ironic and hilarious plastic posies, he he, who knew.
There are some swell visuals and layers of diversity in this poem, but that's accompanied by utter nonsense also. Don't mix fact with fiction, ot ruins breakfast, and the ride out to Betty ford in betty's Ford.
Bachus
on brown is the eat feminine deoderant gross and stuff mmm styrofoam right? by skaskowski
29 May 2003, 9:51 AM
So children that concludes our moment with skaskowski one of the most underappreciated poets on poemranker. Her poetry rocks, your sucks, rocks, sucks, rock, suck,roc, suc rocsu, and that will be the title of our new gym shoe 'rocsu' we will over throw nike. goodbye, next week we will feature the work of Settle 'the mang or the smythe?'.
Bitch, are you cheating on me?
Bachus
on the absent-minded walk on the proverbial mountainside of nothingness + my mother's old tampons by skaskowski
29 May 2003, 9:44 AM
Ah, yes, the truth is all in her children.
Fuck you mom ele-
-ven is one more then ten you-
stupid fucking bitch.
Ha! I lived in Troy. It socked. lol.
Time for a skaskowskian run children!
you are a mere sutler in an overview of the war plan, sorry 10!
Well, it's not completely hopeless, and that's good as far as momentum's concerned. you do have a typo "asentence" that can be easily ratified with a -, notice, a-sentence, pronounced, ahsentence'.
Suicide certainly is an important issue, and one that people are often too afraid to confront in their poetry. For how much longer can modern society function under the pretense that suicide doesn't exist; that people are incapable of taking their own lives; that depression and anxiety aren't becoming increasingly prevalent on today's troubled streets? Time and time again these issues are brought to the forefront of the modern agenda, whether it be through the media, or simply a recent News, and time and time again we're all to eager to dismiss these warning signs under meaningless slogans such as "Drugs", "Prositution", "Suicide", or even "Aborted Foetuses".
I found your poeme refreshing, given the current climate of apathy that seems to be raining down on the very face of modern society. You haven't shied away from the issue of suicide, but have tackled it face on in a mature and sensible way. You've dealt particularly well with the fact that following a suicide, the person who has committed the suicide, rather than being alive, is now dead. I think that's something we should ALL be thinking about, let alone those who are actually considering suicide as a way out because they have been taking too many drugs.
Thank you for your time, Alyssa91. And thank YOU for this poeme.
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I so believe I may know who this is about but cockfighting was never my strong point. I did however find this profusely amusing and this is a really effective put down.
One was amused ! Heres 10 farthings to spend on the phone call to the sinister man in the pin stripe suit.
Very Chicago.