replying on Transformers "a higher, vaster, deeper meaning". by Bachus
11 Dec 2002, 11:43 PM
but when were living half underwater, I'll use up less air than you.
replying on alienheart by Bill Z Bub
11 Dec 2002, 11:40 PM
do you know what kindness is? It was an episode once, on Andy Griffith. The new boy rolled into town, a jew poor thing, and nobody understood Hanukkah. Except of course Opie, he invited him to dinner. His Aunt made bitter greens and Barney brought fresh rolls from the neighborhood bakery. Everybody had a good laugh.
on alienheart by Bill Z Bub
11 Dec 2002, 11:33 PM
This poem is terrible. Get rid of the references. Are young men so really hard-up they'll fuck a-sexual green mini-beings?
replying on Sparks, until Sunvalley. by <{Baba^Yaga}>
11 Dec 2002, 4:41 PM
If I call you on my cellphone will you come out to save me? I'll be the little thing floating on a raft made of silcone implants (and they called Noah crazy). Would you PAKI would you brave the Tsunamis to come to my rescue ? Just think of the photo-op... Giant Journalist saves Petite Poetess from Drowning in an Ocean of Tears. accompanied by a picture of me standing on a chair my arms around your big neck. I had a boyfriend once who was 6'5" are you as tall as that?
replying on Xmas gifts list by lunar
11 Dec 2002, 3:41 PM
Oh my sweet sweet Mr. Longfellows, I was just giving out the only call I knew you could answer. The other route is inaccesible, buried under the mud of my dirty words mixed with tears you gave me, a landslide of emotions. You know I love you deeply, terribly. There are so many roads to you, and I want to travel them all. For know it's unseemly backroads of conflict. Kiss kiss.
replying on Xmas gifts list by lunar
11 Dec 2002, 2:29 PM
As well they should.
For him:
A key
Wings
Love
For her:
A map
A tongue
Hope
So he can be free from the torment
Unlock the cage of his mind
Not suffer anymore.
So she'll know which route to take
Speak her mind.
So she knows these feelings are not in vain.
Just an example. Write it down on paer and play around with it. The material is there, you just have to design the pattern.
For him:
A key
Wings
Love
For her:
A map
A tongue
Hope
So he can be free from the torment
Unlock the cage of his mind
Not suffer anymore.
So she'll know which route to take
Speak her mind.
So she knows these feelings are not in vain.
Just an example. Write it down on paer and play around with it. The material is there, you just have to design the pattern.
replying on Xmas gifts list by lunar
11 Dec 2002, 2:11 PM
Don't pay attention to him lunar, he thinks that giving anyone here praise somehow weakens the great poetry. I think your poem is transcendant. It speaks the truth quite clearly. I might structure it differently but so what. A map, a tongue, hope... these are some of the things every women needs in her arsenal. You know for years we had to steal them, and if someone like PAKI caught a glimpse of them in our Gucci purse, theyed burn us for witches. Now you know. Smiles to you from the birth place of Nixon.
on Sparks, until Sunvalley. by <{Baba^Yaga}>
11 Dec 2002, 12:52 PM
Can someone help me, I think that I'm lost here, lost in a place called America... I am crying now because of your poem and Mr. Foster's poem and talking with Andrea last night about her dead dad, and Joey asking me questions about how exactly did his father's head get bashed in, and how did it look and an articleIi just read about the decay of my homeland and everythings so overwhelming. Joey put on his band uniform last-night for a final fitting and he looked so dear with his little bowtie and cumberbund. He'll be 12 tomorrow and still doesn't understand what a frightening, pain-filled world this is. It's layers deep. I will cry for a few more minutes and then i must pluck up the courage to trudge ahead for your boy, for my boy, for me. I love your poem. The soft sweet part of you.
on For the boyfriend I don't have by ~incarnate~
11 Dec 2002, 11:29 AM
Alright dear this isn't half bad you just have to get rid of the things that make it sound childish.
To kiss him is to surrender.
To laugh with him, a lasting memory
Blurred not by time.
Vanishing like steam
His hands on me
Speak languages
Only my soul knows.
here I could spend eternity.
good luck with the writing.
To kiss him is to surrender.
To laugh with him, a lasting memory
Blurred not by time.
Vanishing like steam
His hands on me
Speak languages
Only my soul knows.
here I could spend eternity.
good luck with the writing.
replying on The yellow rose of California by INTRANSIT
10 Dec 2002, 5:31 PM
I love you Intransit, because your so gullible. Will you marry me??
replying on en el tiempo que era nina by daniella
10 Dec 2002, 5:29 PM
Si, mucho mas mejor. Quantos anos estudiastes? This poem is exceptionally beautiful.
replying on Dear Mr. Poetry, could you hold my purse? <how does babbit do it> by horus8
10 Dec 2002, 12:02 AM
I edited Poetry Does Not Pay, could you take a look?
replying on Dear Mr. Poetry, could you hold my purse? <how does babbit do it> by horus8
9 Dec 2002, 11:59 PM
I were brown wool camping socks with them. The kind sock-monkeys are made of. I don't make-up too many things and when I do I usually leave a footnote.
Can you see Auriga and Taurus yet? I haven't been able to get out of the city. If you can please tell the Plieades I said keep smiling.
Can you see Auriga and Taurus yet? I haven't been able to get out of the city. If you can please tell the Plieades I said keep smiling.
on Dream Maker by Blue Magpie
9 Dec 2002, 11:48 PM
I love this poem, thank you for putting this down for people to read. It's important not to forget. I think you should end this poem at
Only man is the rebel
arguing with the source of excistence.
Make a second poem out of the rest.
Only man is the rebel
arguing with the source of excistence.
Make a second poem out of the rest.
on How the Mighty Fall by jdsnyd
9 Dec 2002, 11:38 PM
There is too much butterfrosting on this cake, it makes my teeth hurt. "your mind's Olympus"? Don't you think that's a little far-fetched?
replying on Dear Mr. Poetry, could you hold my purse? <how does babbit do it> by horus8
9 Dec 2002, 11:32 PM
I made that part up. I only wear birckenstocks, and go to oxygen bars.
replying on Dear Mr. Poetry, could you hold my purse? <how does babbit do it> by horus8
9 Dec 2002, 11:08 PM
You're drunk again. When I go out I carry a WWII SS flask filled with Reposado in my right boot. By the time I run out there's usually a bitch or two buying me rounds.