Caducus
on flight (a poem written in high school) by Bill Z Bub
15 Jan 2003, 1:54 AM
I'm cracking up i read your poem and thought exactly what gods wife said, so did you? you smoothie you. By the way this is quite beautiful it enchanted me, you have many sides to your die and most are sixes -9-
Get rid of this strictly human level of existance Poet.
I especially liked the second stanza(the best one in my mind).The concluding question proper enough.I liked the Epic Tone of the poem.well-written.and I don't see what a poem is to be condemned beacuse of some mind's deterministic(restrained)attitudes!9
This poem seriously rocks, however I'm not 100 per cent sure that the TV references etc do work-even so, I can't really see anything else working so all I can say is "nice one!". 9
Not Nelly! That's news!
Oh, poor, poor Shane-y!
poemwanker
on Clever Device? This is how you hunt angels with an Ashton Kirchner dude where's my car tattoo and legos by horus8
15 Jan 2003, 12:49 AM
Yessssssey! Ten for you sir.
So is Dark Angel's face.
Quite fine. Did you ever get to fuck the Language Arts teacher. Were you scandalous? Too shy right, too stupid to make a move.
Spot the Looney.
A rat?! A Rat really? well no wonder we have a kinship. My darling rats so diligent and out of touch. Rats always survive. i follow them quietly and make them fall in love with my elegance. My dear sweet rats.
A mish-mosh.
Not so much hard-up, as just plain horny.
Horny like a Satyr in the Year of the Goat.
Horny like the devil.
:-)
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Another adverbial clause. They are everywhere. You know, Intransit, I am proud of you. You are up to 13 poems now and have yet to pull them all off.
The last stanzas a beauty. All in all I certainly understand. I get it, so for that a long withheld 10.
Very well written.
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The first sentence reminded me of this horrid children's book my daughter loves.
"Cautiously, the zebra wanders across the plain
Playfully, the giraffes dance and play in the water
Determinedly, the cheetah seeks his prey."
AAAHHHHH
Not to say this poem is horrid, it is just all about god this and not god that and after awhile the spiritual quest or the finding of comfort in the lack of spiritual quest is tiresome. Of course, every writer goes through it at some point. It was just the starting sentence, the adverbial clause, reminding me of that horrid book where the clauses fill each page, and the pictures cannot ease the pain of hearing my voice read those sentences. The horror. Sorry. Carry on.