mighty good. clever.

peculiar. i can dig it.

So this isn't a biogrpahy of the famous one-hit-wonder singing duo (as you omit the sad demise of c or E - can't remember which, I reckon it isn't). I like the different voices of the two the same situations seen from different points of view.

I like the gentle humour of this, the contrast of poet and girls, the reforming drinker and the innocent daughters of the church. This one's rhythms sneak into you subtly without even trying. Top stuff.

This is much better than the other two. The bread and wine must only mix inside the body; internalisation of himself. Now, are these sincere Christian poems (i.e. are you writing from a position of faith) are are you simply using the imagery? In a sense what the poet actually believes shouldn't matter, but I'm curious.

This is theologically unsound. Jesus lived in the desert for forty days. Also, why does Judas get a capital lettter and Jesus doesn't? Is this very clever and ironic, or just a typo?

Derivative. Recycling of cliches. Not very good. Sorry.

Profound, just out on the counts on some but otherwise thoughtful and very good ...10

hee hee. you are good i'll give you that. zzinnia thinks you are me psycho chick part ten thinks that you are me, but you are not me. so, trickster... i will call you loki in compliment and say good show. nice revision. here are your tens. enjoy your secret. URSA MAJOR HONEY CONE AWARDE! 10. ps. i would wager you are cadacus, but hightened and evolved...the blooding was an exceptional poem, but really, i can see the difference in our poetry, obviously. why they cannot eludes me. overall though it is neither here nor there.

Funnilly enough i am not mr. pig, and whether or not he finds this gratifying is entirely based upon the fact that he's in a wheel chair or an art student. Which only further supports my theory that psycopaths only believe what they want to believe. i never cared for you. you were remotely interesting in a self destructive sort of stink, but even the roses in one's garden get vague after repeated pruning. Ornella Muti 20-Feb-03, 10:03 PM Pop tart, you interrupted my dinner. Shame on you. Bent over. I erased the comments, for your sake. Faggot. So when are you gonna call me? That's right, some random day at fucknig 2 o'clock in the morning. "I'm so sorry...I am a fucked up can't you see...can I come over" You're pathetic. Haha. I think I'll change my cell just in case...haha. Fag. By the way getting on top of me took alot of effort... Getting over me please. Like I'm getting over you. I think I am going to go puke now. I'm sick, sick to know that people like you exist...like I said go od on some heroin and do the world a favor. Thanks. Please don't reply. Nobody gives a fuck. Besides Bachus, Shardik, Mr. Pig, Baba Yaga and Horus8.....hahaha...look at your fucking social skills yeah you and your little friends. Sad bastard. Care for a tablespoon of Pinjur? NO, because you're a dumb fuck and don't know what it is. Ciao lover. Reply Ornella Muti 20-Feb-03, 10:14 PM Next time you have the urge to call a complete stranger at 2:40 am in the morning, think again. You entered my sphere of existence. Reply Ornella Muti 20-Feb-03, 10:28 PM don't be dramatic. you know i have strong feelings for you. can you be mature for like a millisecond? i said i need two weeks to think things over not forever. (ha ha remember sending me this) or i wanted to talk to you bad...blah..blah..blah...believe me i felt like an idiot. miss you. love, jbh yeah. hmmmm...or perhaps you recall "I can't sleep when you're next to me, you get me so excited...you do something to me...I feel this pull" yeah. end of story. ciao gay lover Reply Ornella Muti 20-Feb-03, 10:35 PM I can only take so much talking to a retard of the highest degree--you. You are wackier than Wacko Jacko. Your never ending negative energy makes me agitated, I need to go have a drink now. And tomorrow I'll be at work, so don't be trying to call me in the middle of the night. Got it lolipop? Good. Sleep tight, my Moo Gai Pai lover. If i could say i was sorry i would not. if their was a hell. then when we get there i'll be the cute one in the corner carving you out of used soap.

"Why talk of a friendly hand! My great advantage is that i can laugh at old lying loves and put to shame those deceitful couples,--I saw the hell of wommen back there;-- and I shall be free to possess truth in one soul and body." April-August 1873 Arthur Rimbaud aka. horus8. And god spoke life into things that he had gethered together from what he had around him, and with the poetry of his words he made a man, and from the poetic dance of the bent bone from adam's chest came Eve. her poetry was stolen and not magic, but the words of beasts. horus8 Feb 2003 in the form of a sea nile russian witch. I want to say that you make sense. But i can only dwell upon the fact that "thank god i never slept with you." imagine that, what a relief User Ornella Muti replied to your Poemranker poem "Your word's hurt, only you.". Their comment was: Yes, farewell. You got on top but you didn't get in. Haha. Satan can't come in. Ciao. Go fuck Joel now maybe he'll throw another $9k in your face. And maybe Nadine wouldn't have to work at Boston Market. Yes, she would she doesn't even have a high school diploma. But hey she could hand tissue at any club in LA. I hear that pays minimum wage. You can view the poem and its comments here: User Ornella Muti replied to your Poemranker poem "Your word's hurt, only you.". Their comment was: I am sure I'd be the last person...that's why you kept coming back to me. You talk shit and you come back. Yes, physical attraction does wonders. I know she is from LA. She told me the first time we spoke. YOu said Texas. Yes, you said I wish she would pack her shit and just take off somewhere far like Texas (you said that) Yes you did. But you are a liar, so whatever. Do you really think I give a fuck that you want to marry an ugly, un educated bitch? That's your choice. Haha. Sorry. Could've had Michelle. And look at what you ended up with....hahaha. Seriously, go do some drugs...and od..please. You are without a soul, or capacity to care for anyone but yourself. Bitch. See you in the grave. It's hard to imagine that a college education has gotten you this far. Children in trailer parks around the world atleast have that as hope

While I still find your comments on other people's poems obnoxious I must admit that I enjoyed this one. I don't understand how someone voted it a zero unless you have really enraged someone that much with your comments. I do find that some of the people here are rather fickle. 7.