poemranker ::20 most recent comments by darby pyn (41-60) and replies

Comments bydarby pyn, 41–60 back, including replies. Only comments on poems

replying on The choices we make by darby pyn 30 Jun 2005, 10:29 AM

The way I meant “inoculate the soars with rhetorical cement”
is this is a poem about a man at a young age who hated what he saw.
the government. his dad a poor man sent to war lost a limb
and gets spit at on return, say the church who beats him
and in his eyes full of hypocrisy. so say you want to memorize
a number, 856, 856 , 856. you repeat it over and over.
as a child he is saying “I will never be like that”
over and over. and in that case which I meant it
the phrase works.

thanks for your insight.



on The Object of the Game by Dovina 28 Jun 2005, 11:33 AM
well done.

this was very good. 8
replying on We by darby pyn 27 Jun 2005, 11:07 AM

you are so right. it was late when I wrote this.

I don’t know what I was thinking.

I give myself a zero.. wow.
replying on Third person. by darby pyn 23 Jun 2005, 10:29 AM

Thank you for your comments and insight as always.
the suggestions made will be carefully thought upon.
I am not so stubborn or vane to think their is no room
for improvement.


replying on Slam. by darby pyn 21 Jun 2005, 11:25 PM

Harsh. but at least you expressed your opinion.
on second thought. if he deserves a zero I’ll
gladly give him one. but not out of spite.
if he want’s to give “0’s” and giggle behind
his screen. I could care less.
replying on Slam. by darby pyn 21 Jun 2005, 8:13 PM
Agreed.
on Rise (incomplete) by Miracle 21 Jun 2005, 9:35 AM
it's lacking something. maybe more detail?
replying on Slam. by darby pyn 20 Jun 2005, 3:15 PM
My friend said the same thing.
thanks bankrupt.
I'll fix it.
replying on The tender side. by darby pyn 20 Jun 2005, 2:37 PM

The line “ let me be flattery for my plagiarism” comes from the
phrase “ Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery”.
what I mean is I take all the beauty the person I admire has
and when I feel bad I think of her and I feel better.
thank you for your suggestions.
darby.



replying on The tender side. by darby pyn 20 Jun 2005, 12:19 PM

I know my writing seems vague and without foundation
but the subject of love is so overused with the same
old cliché in most poems on about it I tend to
be more abstract and less generic with my metaphors.
each person has their own interpretation and that’s
fine. I understand what I write. if others don’t
that’s OK. I hope their are scenes, verses that catch your
eye but dissecting it to pieces for everyone’s approval
and making it more tangible for mass opinion is bullshit.
I like your writing and appreciate all critcism.
constructive or not. I can take it. : )
I liked " unclean" allot.
replying on When the muse calls. by darby pyn 17 Jun 2005, 11:09 PM
the original line was " necessary". I have problems with
it also. thank you for your input.
replying on When the muse calls. by darby pyn 17 Jun 2005, 11:02 PM
Thank you dovina for your insight.
replying on When the muse calls. by darby pyn 16 Jun 2005, 11:17 PM
I decided on inhibition. it just seemed to flow better
to my ear. I appreciate the spell check.
thanks again.
replying on When the muse calls. by darby pyn 16 Jun 2005, 11:08 PM
Thank you bankrupt. I will fix it and use your suggestion.
on Emotionally Unavailable by horus8 13 Jun 2005, 2:08 PM
you naked/ me vacum cleaner. priceless.
entertaining as usual. 8
replying on A Hallmark Card for You (With Love) by Bluemonkey 13 Jun 2005, 12:17 PM
it's funny because it's true..
replying on Labor. by darby pyn 11 Jun 2005, 6:50 PM

Thank you. I wrote this without pause. when reading it back “ Labor”
seemed the proper title. it was not conceived with any obvious topic
but the pain and resolution of pregnancy seemed to manifest at the
conclusion as the interpretation of this Dr Suess nightmare.
on Afraid of the dark. by darby pyn 9 Jun 2005, 1:22 AM
This poem sucks ass. it stutters, it slurs. vague hack writers piss me off.
stale malnourished weak shit thrown in every direction sticking to all
the unfortunate souls who’s eye’s are sacrificed for one wrong
turn. why me GOD. whhhyyyyy. WHO IS THIS FUCK.
oh......it’s me.
I have to quit drinking.
on Amphetamine Witches & Scrabble by Bachus 7 Jun 2005, 4:20 PM
I love this poem, rant. you have great sarcasm.
on Pyrrhus smoked the sun by SupremeDreamer 18 Dec 2003, 7:30 PM
reminds me of camping at the beach.
I miss that . 9