| Re: you're never alone by nentwined |
30-Jul-02/9:17 PM |
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the rhino shits.its early in the morning as the sun begins to strike the hard green dew soaked plains under Killimanjaro. the hulking beast turns and hesitantly sniffs it's piled shit. the turdpack steams.a gazelle leaps quietly through the high grass. the rhino turns and lumbers off. his horn is up. his "hoof" trot highh
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| Re: a prayer for grief by mitchski |
30-Jul-02/9:00 PM |
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it's like the illiad with no lid.gwenyvere was just another castle concubine for christ sakii let her squelch..in the name of all shellfish! beware of the^ if it cums down to * jump!e
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| Re: Cherished Childhood by Sigh'ense... |
30-Jul-02/7:44 PM |
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Well i gather now that it is a science...you are passionately versed author.have fun at poemranker. i know what you did last summer. beetle.goose.spit.jeremiah13:7. angelfoodcake. devilled-eggs
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| Re: My Life as a Book by molly |
30-Jul-02/7:29 PM |
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Fix your second to last line to find true love...naw..just joshuaing.. this is very soft against my mind i can give it the 'hoof' u have passed.the beak is yours. spearmint.horn.sender.rustic.pufferfishn
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| Re: Disenchanted by molly |
30-Jul-02/7:19 PM |
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normally i have this things against moths cuz my first poem well..nevermind..still a witty little ditty <texaco.belladona.mandrake.lotion.ferret
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| Re: Coloring Loss by molly |
30-Jul-02/7:14 PM |
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As the young man ran through the cornfield he felt a million ears race throgh his fingers..and then their was silence...his smile was ear to ear.. your work is exquisitely descripive yet romantically short.compact.desirable.generous.opal. you pass. you r molly.your beak sings well
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| Re: Mobile home agenda by Bachus |
30-Jul-02/6:20 PM |
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i do declare sir..mentioning of my son by name with that tone suggests rancor and total uncoothness..retract..or i will be forced to pull out my kale gun and fill you with fluffy green calcium until you develop a psuedo fetish for the radish. analy.unpleasantly.accurately
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| Re: Things Are Going to be Different Next Year by JanieDoe |
30-Jul-02/5:11 PM |
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go back to twelth grade quick. your creative writing teacher might still be there...waiting...read.more.hemingway and less hello-kittay.nitros turbo fork.e
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| Re: Disillusioned & Confused by Sigh'ense... |
30-Jul-02/4:15 PM |
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your comments reflect very little talent as compared to the power and beauty of this poem.maybe you have two beaks. unusual.odd.quail. anyway very thought provoking dal. go on wich-your-bad-ass-shelf.nice 'hoof'
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| Re: Advice Given On Drama by Blake |
30-Jul-02/3:27 PM |
1) the da vinci reference that you are referring to in Black Liqourice&G-stringed orphans has nothing to do with comparisons between him and i, but rather him and italian food in general contrasting his well rounded life style, and the beauty of italy all together, not to mention the brilliance within the man
2) you're right about the rest
3) glad to see you're up and walking, i take it the surgery went well? great if you need good drugs call me... if not.. enjoy life as a lame eunuch. p.s i can get you write offs on medical equipment you need this year(brothers a lawyer/accountant/serialkiller/pediatric brain surgeon)shhhh..our secret ???
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| Re: Summer Haiku by waltfreakinwhitman |
30-Jul-02/3:04 PM |
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rod: a stick or bundle of twigs used to punish a person: slang, hand gun. moisture. slip. lunchtimed
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| Re: Innsmouth by razorgrin |
30-Jul-02/1:44 PM |
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preposterous.... you must now stand in "the hall of comparative ovations" to look deep into the 'hoof' and Cue-tip the grooves with rubbing alchohol.e
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| Re: The Rocky-Horus picture show by horus8 |
30-Jul-02/12:14 PM |
mr. cakes. do you like the band cake (cuz sata is my motor)? do you like to lick the spoon after mommy gives you the hand off and smile. morever you are on my list of potential locust swarm recipients. p.s knowing that you were dissappointed is proof enough that i'm on to something creatively satasfying(the difference between someone who actually writes 10-20 hours a day, as compared to a person who does it only after they have run out of kleenex and emails to read and stroke at their computer after gym class, and ones brown bagged lunch. don't make me go there cuz you are one click away from the
'hoof' and the 'hoof', never liesn
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| Re: IT'S ONLY A JOB by horus8 |
30-Jul-02/12:01 PM |
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you know what...after i finish a-cup of joe and my morning marlboro. i am going to write the governor of new mexico, and recomend further nucleur testing. p.s that fucking 'swastika' trash of yours isn't even a haiku (not that i write them i'm just stating. u r not kool. u r foreskin for no-onef
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| Re: Hate Me by lucky_cmc |
30-Jul-02/1:21 AM |
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now i'm really going to bed...what a fuckin...nightmare. snore. goat. noose. middle finger.sock. bestfriend. yogurt.
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| Re: First Impression by devotedwonder |
30-Jul-02/12:02 AM |
i am part of the man that did this and from us both i say i'm sorry.
<Hi futuregyrl. i know you. i saw your breasts and beatiful blond hair in NewYork. You're up late (she still had her shirt on)>
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| Re: Honeymoon by DevilTmptrss |
29-Jul-02/11:07 PM |
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my grandmother's cockerspaniels were stuck like that for hours
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| Re: untitled #2 by venusdemilo |
29-Jul-02/11:03 PM |
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sweety you were so much sexier last week when you didn't say a anything..you just held me shhh..just hold me there..like that..now squeeze your fingers into my hair and make a fist. there you go. 4.
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| Re: My days work by lucky_cmc |
29-Jul-02/10:23 PM |
I withdraw the hoof, and present you with sparrow beak, fear not my son it will grow hard and strong and fast..like a hawk...like a hawk headed god's beak. you have a humble heart, and are forgiven.
Whoooh! hold everything, sorry "divinity complex" leak. overdose...to much beak...go-in-g down. ha..ha.. scared you uh..i'm a quick little fucker, but never mind me kid let's talk about you. being bored's okay just put some fuckin passion into it, do it for hours as if it was your guitar or girlfriend. fucking write to save your life, or not at all. luv horus8 ps drink more wine.predator.eye.androgynous.hole
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| Re: Ah! That Love Would'st Lead Me by EggbertShootsFire |
29-Jul-02/7:48 PM |
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p.s you do not shoot fire, eggbert, you shoot kale fluffy green kale into the iguana aquariums at a petco somewhere in fallon,nv. you have a hang-nail that never goes away, and your mother would make you wear the hush-puppies with the scuff proof toes (almost until sixth grade) your dad works at the ford plant. and your brother has been giving you wedgies since you can remember for no particular reason other than the fact that you are a "hopeless romantic" that will never get laid cuz u sound like a self righteous twit. the more well read you try to sound, the more comic book you display. "Look down", see that? thats my hoof mocking your sugar shorts.o
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