Some event escapes me, an off-t-war parting maybe. Soem good lines, but vague.

You've moved it to spring for the farmers and given us Rhyl in place of the former euphamism. I don't see the devolution as clearly now.

You need to look at spelling and grammar.
Is jroday really your father, and is he really dying? Tell him I hope he's not dying.

Using "your" for a general granny in this sense seems distracting. Why not say "my granny" or just "granny?" And "total moron" doesn't set right either. Maybe something about her attitude.

Wings are not invincible.
Dissonance has to do with sounds.
Other vaguenesses follow.
It's a good image but lacks clarity.

How can anything shake an earthquake?

A fine bedtime image of childhood.

The last thing he said to me was:

“Dovina! others may deprive you of your material wealth and cheat you in a thousand ways, but no man can deprive you of the control and use of your imagination. That's why I say nothing in the world is more dangerous than sincere Ignorance and conscientious stupidity. I am sure that I'm going to get some kind of smart comment from someone, but understand! What people think of me isn't any of my business. And I would like for you to remember that my friend.”

I didn’t know how sick he was, and told him that I was going to think about “sincere ignorance” and “conscientious stupidity” because I believed they would have more to say in time. I am keeping that promise and hope those important words will soon ripen into something he would appreciate. I never met him except here on poemranker, but I believe he was a good man.

Very real-sounding Chinese English voice. Too many redundant lines. Funny.

Too funny. Just enough similarity to make us wonder.

Please do not post things you have not written. This sucks no matter who, and I don't care, wrote it.

good lines:
But I don't talk to Myself;
Myself talks to Me.

Overall, this is too wordy with too many grammar mistakes.

It starts out on a good path, but wanders into netherland, losing focus.

Wow! I've been trying to get poenranker to come up all day without success. Yesterday was little better. Other sites work fine, so it's at Kaolin's end.

This poem was on top of the Recent heap, and I was lucky enough to see a good one first. It sounds a bit like some of the letters Civil War soldiers wrote to their sweethearts when chances were they'd never meet again. But yours is more eloquently written.

I don't think it's good either. Too plain. And doesn't make sense that you want the bruises to remain. Sorry

Funny. bitching about people who bitch.

Too vague and too misspelled.

Decaying limbs do not sprout, only live ones do. And stop whining about needing a little help. A live limb waits and is always ready.

Dear Poemranking addicts,

How do you get onto poemranker? Over the past five days, I have tried five computers, mac's and PC's, dial-up, DSL, and cable modem, all with no connection to poemranker, or as today only after waiting an hour just to get logged in.

The problem is at kaolin's end, and I have emailed him twice, with no answer. I suppose that if he flakes out, dies, or loses the server for some reason, then poemranker and everything on it dies.

I wish I had copied more of what seemed important here before the thing died. Now its too late unless by some slim chance it comes back up.

Sorry to bleed all over your poem, but it's the only page that came up.

I will miss some of you, and think about some you in other ways,

Bye,
Dovina

A few problems:

Jesus was not Mary's only son.

Mary did not remove Jesus from the cross.

Rhymes are meant to aid a poem's flow, not contort it.

"remember them today"

Mary was there for very few of the impoirtant events of His life.

You listed fewer than 7 sorrows.

"then she and Joseph"