on grampa told us stories by elderking
5 Jul 2005, 1:57 PM
I enjoyed.
on Because to Live I Must by TLRufener
5 Jul 2005, 1:53 PM
points for the laugh. what the witch in your poem is really saying is that she/he doesn't really believe in the old ways...or else the curtain would already be pulled away (such is the case with true believers).
on The Bastardization of Hypocrisy by Bluemonkey
5 Jul 2005, 1:48 PM
Every time I read some Kierkegaard, or go farther back to Augustine or Origen I realize we've been devolving for thousands of years...
what's sad about your poem is that I have the radio on, the t.v. on and I'm posting this on the internet. I'm a flippin' trainwreck!!
what's sad about your poem is that I have the radio on, the t.v. on and I'm posting this on the internet. I'm a flippin' trainwreck!!
on Crying Tears with No Home by TLRufener
4 Jul 2005, 1:06 AM
I don't want to comment on the serious topic here.
just that I didn't like the poem. the sentiment is understandable though.
just that I didn't like the poem. the sentiment is understandable though.
on The taste of something new. by darby pyn
4 Jul 2005, 1:03 AM
I thought vanity was quite opaque.
I can't figure out how a disconnection can be steep.
I can't figure out how a disconnection can be steep.
on Promise Me by Taco
4 Jul 2005, 1:02 AM
seems like a first draft. make line four have the same rhythm as line two.
add two beats to line four of S-3
add two beats to line four of S-3
on pop by Dental Panic
3 Jul 2005, 10:00 PM
I laughed. thanks.
on Mother Earth by TLRufener
3 Jul 2005, 9:56 PM
I couldn't find the beat. And i got confused by the rhyme scheme. i guess I need a cup of coffee.
on Plastic Ideals by Nuit
3 Jul 2005, 9:46 PM
I couldn't follow this.
replying on Try Thinking Too by Bankrupt_Word_Clerk
30 Jun 2005, 11:49 AM
the glossy coat is on the un-manged intellect (dog) that is being ignored for the sake of passionate expression.
on The choices we make by darby pyn
30 Jun 2005, 1:32 AM
you have a lot of words in your mind. I think you may not lack intellect. I am not a good poet, but I do something with all of my poems that i think you should do: Think about each line and what it's saying.
"inoculate the soars with rhetorical cement"
inoculate (make immune through the introduction of a micro-organism or virus in a cultured medium)
"make immune the sores with rhetorical cement"
so, the disease you are trying to prevent is rhetorical cement?
okay, rhetorical means what? Something said to produce an effect rather than a response. so rhetorical cement is what? cement that is cemented to produce an effect rather than a response?
I am not good enough to try rhyming anything. I don't have a strong enough vocabulary to reach for rhyme AND rhythm...and I've been reading and writing for a long time.
"inoculate the soars with rhetorical cement"
inoculate (make immune through the introduction of a micro-organism or virus in a cultured medium)
"make immune the sores with rhetorical cement"
so, the disease you are trying to prevent is rhetorical cement?
okay, rhetorical means what? Something said to produce an effect rather than a response. so rhetorical cement is what? cement that is cemented to produce an effect rather than a response?
I am not good enough to try rhyming anything. I don't have a strong enough vocabulary to reach for rhyme AND rhythm...and I've been reading and writing for a long time.
on Hat of the Hare by thepinkbunnyofdoom
28 Jun 2005, 1:10 AM
I couldn't figure it out.
replying on The Intellect Repeats by Blue Magpie
28 Jun 2005, 12:58 AM
NO, I really didn't notice. Too caught up in myself, I suppose. But I noticed this one, and liked it more.
on The Intellect Repeats by Blue Magpie
27 Jun 2005, 12:23 AM
villanelles are hard work. I even had to look up how to write a villanelle to check to see if you wrote a villanelle. Which you did. Yikes.
replying on Submit by Bankrupt_Word_Clerk
26 Jun 2005, 1:29 PM
No, but i've been to Ireland, and my brother's name is James, and my best friend's mother's name is Joyce.
replying on Submit by Bankrupt_Word_Clerk
25 Jun 2005, 2:18 PM
I spent four days in a town next to the Great Orme headland named Llandudno. I recall walking on the stony beaches after 'gentlmen, time please' was called at the bar. The night was soft and relaxing, and the girl was too. I don't remember HER name, but I do remember the sound of the birds on the headland calling into the night.
claiming to be female is exactly what a pederast would do in your position. This is the very thing that now makes me sure you are some sweaty, beer-swilling, male cyberstalker of boys. If you are sure enough about my gender to keep courting me, then at least make sure of my age, puppy.