poemranker ::20 most recent comments by <~> (1681-1700) and replies

Comments by<~>, 1681–1700 back, including replies. Only comments on poems

on you're never alone by nentwined 30 Aug 2002, 8:11 PM
no deeds, only mad thoughts without gender.
you give too much away, here. so sayeth i.
on Intense Irrational Realities by Venus 30 Aug 2002, 1:56 PM
de nada. glad i could help.
howzabout that audition? yeah or nay?
on Same by <~> 30 Aug 2002, 1:20 PM
i have to thank doylum for that inspiration. he was complaining about his bruised plums...and, not wanting to dwell on that thought, i asked myself, what else is plum? and the ever-loquacious mrs g helped me peel it down to where it is now. have you ever seen the sea, here in the east, h? especially in maine? so very different from your left coast wash.
h-congrats on the other stiff you got of late. i may or may not be around later--so many social engagements, so little time, but weel catch up soon, k?
give em a stiffie at the audition, just for me. z
on "The title is overused!" by vulcan 30 Aug 2002, 8:16 AM
this language suits you. this does not feel forced; it is easy to read, and i can tell you enjoyed writing it. more like this, please
on she is... by Sapphire 30 Aug 2002, 7:57 AM
she sounds tempting and delicious. i don't think you need 'had' in the first line.
on take me back home again: by Sapphire 30 Aug 2002, 7:52 AM
yes. a true wish. ahhh.
on Ionic Winter by david 30 Aug 2002, 7:49 AM
find yourself a summer girl, and let her aphrodesiac warm your heart, so that it never again worships at that cold temple
on Tanka by Service 30 Aug 2002, 7:44 AM
sweet. pure. so very necessary.
on An Introduction by 1Sapphire1 30 Aug 2002, 7:27 AM
i want this to be something else. why on earth would i need a teddy bear? wisdom from fluff? sorry sapphire, i don't buy it. i'm almost willing to, but you don't convince me.
my eyes bleed, watching awards shows. are you perhaps giving the command, make my cock hard, since the show itself is not work the electricity wasted on it? i'd rather be screwing than watching these, that's for damn sure. 7, for making me laugh, big finale.
sometimes, i fucking hate you because you make my brain hurt. sometimes i love you as the god your name belies, 'cause no one but a god could make me feel like this inside. mostly, i save you for late at night, when i'm all alone, the only one left awake, and i call you up, and savor your words, let them wash me with now-told worlds i didn't imagine, and drown in the light they shine in my eyes. churned up inside over the riddles and twists, it takes a late and lonely night to swallow these whole. fuck you h. fuck you and thanks. your bosomed buddy, z.
on Cancer Haikus by poetandknowit 30 Aug 2002, 6:49 AM
p&k, these are bare-bones beautiful.
on Senses of Time by searching 30 Aug 2002, 6:43 AM
why did you delete my comment?
on Night scene by unknown 28 Aug 2002, 6:28 AM
okay, so this one is strays from the former flock. how about 'locked to the bed by silver chains'? rolls out, smooth sadism...
on Evening by unknown 28 Aug 2002, 6:23 AM
easy. easy. yes, comments have been sarcastic recently. it happens. i did not appreciate the censorship, perceived or real. i see it was not intentional; fine. but your poems all sound the same. diversify?
on Tryst by <~> 28 Aug 2002, 6:19 AM
yeah. keeps me warm at night too. hahahahaha. ha.
on Awesome Heir by Shin-Bojangles 28 Aug 2002, 12:11 AM
night mrs g.