poemranker ::20 most recent comments by Bachus (541-560) and replies

Comments byBachus, 541–560 back, including replies. Only comments on poems

on Migrating Storks by Blue Magpie 28 May 2003, 9:29 PM
"to make new life, where their’s once begun." was what you were looking for.

Otherwise succulentio.
replying on Plastic Posies by BleedingRose 28 May 2003, 3:49 PM
That's because the idea came from my brain yesterday in a comment I left, thank you.
replying on E tu trabajo el prostitute by <{Baba^Yaga}> 28 May 2003, 3:48 PM
Impossible, I'm a top, that goes against the laws of physics, and I enjoy giving, see. Unless of course you mean our antics in the antigravity chamber of your stable?
replying on At the end of the Day by -vz18- 28 May 2003, 3:45 PM
Yes, it was.
replying on The Order Of Things by Mr Pig 28 May 2003, 11:50 AM
lol
replying on Blush Of The Winter Rose by kassanna 27 May 2003, 12:40 PM
No, it can't. three hundred to 500 years ago yes, but now... No. Try instead plastic posies... Now that's true love, roses, are way outdated, and all ready done a million ways better in poems you two still have yet to read, and never could come remotely close to writing nearly as well.
replying on Skull fucking Miggy, a list, by Iggy Poppy by Bachus 27 May 2003, 12:36 PM
I'm sorry, what was that? I was just counting the dead bugs on my window. Did your mouth move?
on Blush Of The Winter Rose by kassanna 27 May 2003, 12:28 PM
"He came in the winter of my soul" Yes! he came all over it. "Then when my petals regained vibrant blush
He stood back and smiled, and heaved a deep sigh". Baby, I would slurp on that tight little vulva of yours until you projectile orgasmed all over my dual face, and baby, I would gargle that hot steaming piss and go back for round 'the two'. I would introduce your ankles to your earlobes while my toes did the comforter dig/crawl. I would have my thumb prying in your hot sweet mouth while the other hand clenched head hair then I'd vibrate like an epileptic don juan until your eyeballs went satanic.
Perhaps you need more Kale in your diet albineato.
No, but I might toot.
on Theology by dougsoderstrom 23 May 2003, 2:20 PM
You've succeeded in avoiding every theological philosophy straight down the board. Good Job! What exactly were you attempting to clarify with this piece doug? Proof you're asleep while you're awake?
replying on The day Pan out-played Apollo by Bachus 21 May 2003, 8:39 PM
You have an adorable family, I just saw your site very beautiful photography, and children, you have every reason to be pleased.
on Dr. Dr. by psikosis 21 May 2003, 6:20 AM
Turkey.
on All A Mistake by Alyssa91 21 May 2003, 6:13 AM
Airbag barfbag.
replying on Milkshake until beef jerky by horus8 21 May 2003, 5:51 AM
Am I on drugs and up all night, or did you vote? good lord, for a year almost we've been the foremost, and , well... I love you. You do realize we are the tops, and one day soon we'll be legends, Legends! Of what? I hope lobotomized crickets and sloths, but there is always poetrawns which are mutating as we chatter. Tell, me are we not revolutionaries of the ahhhhh.... the thing the ahhhhhhh. what was that called ? Ah yes the competition.
on Erased by joydoll 14 May 2003, 3:53 PM
Is there not a drop of joy left in that precious doll's frame?
replying on The boy who shot birds by Bachus 10 May 2003, 1:57 PM
Excuse me? Did you say something? Or did a bear just shit in the woods? Please don't mistake my rushed typing, and thinking patterns, for your stupidity and sociopathetic enabelings, thank you, I do believe the buzzer just boinged on your dryer. You know what that means? Your diapers are dry, scuttle along now.
on long time no write by New Life Drug 10 May 2003, 1:42 PM
"As the fiesta draws nearer, I sit in axious wait"
Anxious typo.

"rabbits" should be singular.

"promised land" should be present tense. 'promise'

End your stanzas with periods.
Who cares about the sentences.
Use more commas, just a few before 'ands'.
Remove your last stanza, it's ridiculous.
Other then that, nice poem.

I'd give it an eight now nine later.
A mouth full of after-birth.
on “Death To Doughboy” by The Martyr 10 May 2003, 11:40 AM
At least this had a point, and I can dig that, but your others fucking suck. 7.