I apologise for breaking into such a bad song earlier. And all the typos while I did so.

Disjointed, but nice.

This is pretty charmless even by the standards of your oeuvre.

Is this Blair's speech delivered just after he quickly left the TUC congress? This is the poetic equivalent of an objet trouve (like Dunchamp's urinal). It highlights the fact that a speech is not a spontaneous happening but a carefully constructed literary text. In other words, well done, Alastair.

Your a bit too early. Maybe in April I'll empathise. But today is very cold and windy. So cold and windy your head hurts if you forget your hat.

Very funny. There should be more parody and satire on this site. What's that Sooty - it's a serious poem about somebody's deepest feelings? Surely not?

I guess there's a point in there somewhere. Come out, come out, wherever you are!

Jeremi (if that is your real name) are you Horus8 gone undercover, deep into the darkest recesses of poemranker where his reputation will not preceed him. By the way, this neatly deconstructs the traditional haiku.

In the Welsh climate my hair just gets wet. Oh for some ice and snow!

After the first two lines, I expected some Sylvia Plath esque darkness was going to be there under the ironically placid surface. It never happened. Gutted.

This is excellent (although it isn't technically a haiku). We can only determine truth from within, but these means all truth is personal and subjective and so therefore not really truth.

There may only be a few days left before it begins. These things need to be said. But poetically this isn't one of your best.

The sentiment is excellent. War begins on Tuesday, so they say. It will be the most ironic war in history if America defies the UN to attack Iraq precisely because it is itself in breach of numerous UN resolutions. Regrettably, your versification isn't as impeccable as your politics.

This is much better than the other two. The bread and wine must only mix inside the body; internalisation of himself. Now, are these sincere Christian poems (i.e. are you writing from a position of faith) are are you simply using the imagery? In a sense what the poet actually believes shouldn't matter, but I'm curious.

This is theologically unsound. Jesus lived in the desert for forty days. Also, why does Judas get a capital lettter and Jesus doesn't? Is this very clever and ironic, or just a typo?

I think this is an insult to the mighty Roy Castle. It shows a definite lack of dedication, and, as we all know, that's what you need if you want to be the best and you want to beat the rest. After Roy died, Recordbreakers was never the same again. What twat in the BBC let Kris Akabusi loose on it?

This is really dire. And it ain't a limerick.

Full marks for speed and topicality. Two out of ten for versification. Zero for taste.

Hmmm.

By the way, my comments aren't all that rare. I only commnent on things I like, rather than slagging people off.

Derivative. Recycling of cliches. Not very good. Sorry.