on The death of Bachus by <{Baba^Yaga}>
18 Mar 2003, 7:34 AM
dammit! why am i always the last to know!!!
on Third Period English by Sawa
18 Mar 2003, 7:34 AM
without a second thought, that's how.
on footprint of the american chicken by bondjedi
20 Mar 2003, 6:51 AM
now that ruins my fun!!!
get out of my sandbox!!!
you have one minute to get out, or i'll, or i'll...
i'll...
all right, you have one MORE minute, but then, i'm going to get really, really mad!
get out of my sandbox!!!
you have one minute to get out, or i'll, or i'll...
i'll...
all right, you have one MORE minute, but then, i'm going to get really, really mad!
on some deleted poem
20 Mar 2003, 7:15 AM
the cockatrice who didn't care for artichokes
i buried me eggs in the darkling sand
i covered them well and fine
i built a small fire to keep them warm
at the edge of the lapping brine.
i wandered on over to the local well
i had me a dram or two
i stumbled back out to me nest on the beach
and who should i find, but you.
i startled, i stumbled, i fumbled, i fell
i looked into your eyes
i saw the devil staring back
and i was not surprised.
i looked to my nest, i looked to my hope,
i looked the stars above
i saw a greasy frying-pan
and mine eggs, the shells thereof!
i screamed and i wailed! i fought, i flailed!
i cursed you like the dickens!
i sobbed and went limp and heard you say,
"but dear, they tasted like chicken!"
i buried me eggs in the darkling sand
i covered them well and fine
i built a small fire to keep them warm
at the edge of the lapping brine.
i wandered on over to the local well
i had me a dram or two
i stumbled back out to me nest on the beach
and who should i find, but you.
i startled, i stumbled, i fumbled, i fell
i looked into your eyes
i saw the devil staring back
and i was not surprised.
i looked to my nest, i looked to my hope,
i looked the stars above
i saw a greasy frying-pan
and mine eggs, the shells thereof!
i screamed and i wailed! i fought, i flailed!
i cursed you like the dickens!
i sobbed and went limp and heard you say,
"but dear, they tasted like chicken!"
on Tell me I suck by Blindproject217
18 Mar 2003, 7:33 AM
when i saw the title, i wanted to SOOOO BADLY!!! but i just can't now.
still, there are gaping holes in this. sqeeze it alittle more--<drip, drip, drip> and see what there is to be seen when you unravel it a little more! bravo/a!
still, there are gaping holes in this. sqeeze it alittle more--<drip, drip, drip> and see what there is to be seen when you unravel it a little more! bravo/a!
on Orders to My Zombie Legions by razorgrin
17 Mar 2003, 11:37 AM
on While flipping over stones by <{Baba^Yaga}>
17 Mar 2003, 12:13 PM
dammit! again, you miss the chance for the rhyme!!!!!
on While flipping over stones by <{Baba^Yaga}>
17 Mar 2003, 1:02 PM
hmm. not the cock i have been thinking on, but i can see how it works better for the poem that way.
:|
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on Triptych: Rural by lastobelus
16 Mar 2003, 5:15 PM
excellent ending line in 1. much more satisfying.
2 works better without the punctuation. good call.
3 has amused me.
2 works better without the punctuation. good call.
3 has amused me.
on some deleted poem
15 Mar 2003, 11:40 PM
dude, lay off the beatles. it's not working for you. mr. toad thanks you for the attentions, but wished you could have come up with something a little more original for him. forum. fore arm.e
on Maud, After the Death of her Daughter Lynn by middenHeap
13 Mar 2003, 7:46 PM
doing his master's bidding,
middenHeap's into the fray.
oy vey!
I suppose -that- no one really could
--will help the meter
When she over her cradle cooed
--i know what you mean, but it reads awkwardly
nice effort. excellent topic for a V. the grief-struck often do repeat and repeat, to force themselves to accept. very nice tie-in, there.
middenHeap's into the fray.
oy vey!
I suppose -that- no one really could
--will help the meter
When she over her cradle cooed
--i know what you mean, but it reads awkwardly
nice effort. excellent topic for a V. the grief-struck often do repeat and repeat, to force themselves to accept. very nice tie-in, there.
on some deleted poem
14 Mar 2003, 7:35 AM
if you bought him a pint, he'd be silent for an afternoon; if you bought him a gallon, he'd die of alcohol poisoning and you'd never have to hear him play again!
on some deleted poem
14 Mar 2003, 7:36 AM
i can see that you have needs. there are medical professionals available to aid you in your vision-quest, at relatively reasonable rates, considering what they have to deal with on a daily basis.
on Icarus Down by horus8
13 Mar 2003, 12:36 PM
no. you miss, here. 'my time is coming' is a decade (at least) too aged for I.
so I flew from you
and became what i hated:
so I flew from you
and became what i hated:
on Orders to My Zombie Legions by razorgrin
13 Mar 2003, 2:05 PM
ARE YOU WEARING THE HORN-ED HAT, VALKYRIE????
on Strung by bunniesnangels
13 Mar 2003, 2:18 PM
this cries to me for more of a beat:
Women are pearls that you string,
Slid one to another with a satisfying "plink."
Each purchased alone, momentarily shone
-
and so on.
somehow it makes it more vindictive for me that way. like you are ramming the words home, with each hard beat.
Women are pearls that you string,
Slid one to another with a satisfying "plink."
Each purchased alone, momentarily shone
-
and so on.
somehow it makes it more vindictive for me that way. like you are ramming the words home, with each hard beat.
on some deleted poem
20 Mar 2003, 6:56 AM
why do you always have to fart when i finger you? goddamn it! if i didn't love doing it so damn much...
on some deleted poem
15 Mar 2003, 11:38 PM
i am certain that little angel maria will shed tears of joy, as have i! when she sees this!!!