stalk
v. tr.

1. To pursue by tracking stealthily.
2. To follow or observe (a person) persistently, especially out of obsession or derangement.

Me? A husk? A ha ha I wish. No, my behuskéd days are over, long since wither'd away, their dry shavlings scatter'd about the land like dead leaves. No, the years of the Dung Pupa are upon me now; my final stage of metamorphosis before the harsh sands of time slip through my inner-underpant lining, and linger there forever, uncomfortably nestled 'tween the stained cheekes of my rear-bosom ere I become gnarled beyond all recognition.

Wherever possible, one should always include husks in their work.

with effete colors standing out so lonely,
like wither'd husks in the moonlight.

I think swellings are nature's most beautiful gifts. To leave an innocent object in a pool of unsavoury liquid, and come back to find it bloated, pregnant with an unnameable sourness, is to commune with Christ, to experience true peace.

Perhaps so, but I would urge you to consult http://www.playgroundlaw.com/cgi-bin/browse.pl?sid=289

I should say not. In my youth, I was fond of a certain rope swing, until one day my hands slid all the way down it, removing most of the skin and replacing it with a yellow ooze. Yes, you may scoff -- indeed, laugh at the old man and his crippled, withered hands. But can you order an Irish coffee at two A.M. and have it delivered to your room? No. No. I can.

Pimple poemes tend to rhyme, and to make some rudimentary kind of sense. I think... I think it is you who is the one who does not know what pimple poemes are. -10-

Better to have the reader find his or her own meaning as opposed to having the author convey a particular meaning?

Where you said "It is better", did you mean "It isn't better"?

Belay that order. The stagnant pools of seamen must remain.

Why is that better?

I this this poeme is quite good. It has pirates, ghosts, rotting flesh, bones, mutiny, floating on the sea at night, etc. The main things wrong with it are it gets progressively more vague and pretentious toward the end, and the first line is rubbish.

Hey guys, don't argue! This is poemranker, a place where people can post their poems and know they will receive CONSTRUCTIVE criticism, ok? So stop tearing down each other's work and why not try to find the positives?! Great!!!!1