-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I.
replying on Beggar's Indulgence by -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I.
26 May 2003, 2:16 PM
Chives are the very lifeblood of the tramp! To offer chives to a tramp is the utmost folly... Would you offer fuel to a fire? Yes, yes, I suppose you would. Then go, go into the chives lounge with my blessings, and return with an armful of aromatic deformity, and spread it on all who will be spread 'pon.
This is quality.
Dear Readers:
This shall be my final comment on the website: www.poemranker.com.
When I first heard about this website on Yahoo (The day it was
highlighted as a really neat opportunity for those who wanted to have a
chance to share their poetic efforts with others) I was delighted.
Since that time, it has become increasingly clear, at least to me anyway,
that this is no place for one who might want to receive serious
feedback to be. The feedback that one receives doesn't seem to be
related, in any way, to the poetic merits of one's writing. So often,
it seems, their responses are nothing more than a sordid and demented
attempt to hurt others.
Except for a few rather looney attempts to wright something crazy,
most of what I have written represented an honest attempt to do my best
as a poet. And some of my poems were, I feel, perhaps rather decent.
But regardless of what I wrote (regardless of how good or poor it might
have been) there were those on this website who seemed to do their best
to degrade my, as well as others, efforts.
The website was, and still is, a really good idea. But unless those,
who have done their dead-level best to destroy the potential value of
this website, choose to go somwhere else, it is my opinion that this
website will have little, if any value, for those of us who would like
to share our poetic efforts with other mature individuals who seem to
care.
I shall continue to write poetry, however good or poor it just might be,
but it will no longer appear on this website.
Thank you for taking the time to hear me out, and the very best to those
of you who have an honest desire to write, as well as to share, your
well-intented comments with others.
Your Friend,
Doug Soderstrom, Ph.D.
Professor of Psychology
e-mail: dougsod@wcjc.cc.tx.us
P.S. And for those of you who choose to respond to my comments in an
unkind, and perhaps even immature and thoughtless manner, have at it-----
-but please do remember this one last thing: "Do unto others as you
would like for them to do unto you."
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So are you saying that it was a completely different horus8 who was looking for animal porn?
Yeah, I saw that myself a while back too. Who knows, just another sycophant nut job. I can't keep track of them, but I assure you that I don't have time to use words such as newbie, on any level, because, well see, I'm not.
I think you've got some explaining to do, sicko.
http://www.midnitecrowproductions.com/pe
Hole-some.
I expected as much.
Like your face?
You are too critical to yourself, most of your poems are miles better than anything that I can manage-not that that's saying anything, but still.
Hey Bill, I like the content but it didn't seem right reading with all the breaks-it's just my opinion but I think it needs to be more together...other than, it rocks!
well, since mother tortise was seen cavorting about the clouds with little ganeesha, i'd say she felt all wet and splotchy--torn up inside, if you must know. honestly -=Dark_Angel=-, I didn't think anyone could be so cruel. what with the elder tortoise's recent injuries, and her having been 'outed' for all the world to see (well, inside-outed, really), i would have thought one with such a celestial name might have shown a little more kindess than to relate her story on such an international forum.
maybe the questio you should ask yourself is, 'what shall i have for dinner?' and the answer should be, 'not turtle soup, again! hold the grapes, ship's prawne! hold them firmly, and resist!'
I'm sorry a2 but I fail to see the humour in little Ganeesha's rather sudden decision to pay a visit to the clouds while simultaneously spreading herself over an entire field. And all because she was trying to save a tortoise who had been foraging for grapes up a tree. Honestly, a2! How do you think her mother felt?
yes, you youd touch the clouds inside and out, in thousands of little ways. and, like ganeesha's eyes, not only would you never have to look back, you would never be able to!
If you must know, Sir, I am smoking an pipe, and sitting as an gentleman shoulde, reading the morning poste, and whipping my maidservant Babette for failing to provide me with my morning Brandy. Good day to you Sir!
I'm well aware of this part of the body. I've just bought a new bicycle saddle designed to stop compression of perineal tissue and instead distribute weight onto the pelvic bones.
no. i have not gone anyhere. i have withdrawn. settle made a terrible mess of his scree, and i blame myself. i am moving to africa.
Have you gone off to the land of mature poetes where you and god'swife and poetandknowit frolic in fields of delightful maturity?
I dearly hope for your sake that you are straddling the chair backwards and smoking a cigar.
I rather fancy you would enjoy the horrifying short stories of Thomas Ligotti. He's like a cross between H.P. Lovecraft and F. Kafka, but with more insane, screaming mannequins.