on Two Towers by Tascobar
14 Oct 2002, 1:28 PM
But are you really waiting for a plane if you are at work in WTF? I would have liked this more if they had crashed into an airport.
on some deleted poem
1 Oct 2002, 1:31 PM
Who the hell is chris? You sound like a Pete who can't write.
on some deleted poem
8 Oct 2002, 2:24 PM
Last line should instead read: Kermit the Frog said. It would make this halfway interesting.
on some deleted poem
30 Sep 2002, 10:49 PM
Did you change this? Was feathery air and tickles in there before? I am not so found of those. But I think a mast can mourn. Is personification completely dead DA?
on Birth in the Valley of Liquor by horus8
15 Oct 2002, 7:26 PM
I know you rock and roller, spoken word types are all over the place but this takes the cake. There are some fantastic fucking-blow-me-away images in here and some shit (I don't like the first three stanzas). I like the mix of realism and magic realism, but at times, you completely lose me. But it worked. I am off to the bar.
on Child of my Buttocks by -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I.
14 Oct 2002, 1:23 PM
How is it I am continually suckered into reading poems about what comes out of your pestilent ass? Tell me! I see you have a fan club. And I am not a tart. you are.
on The Washing by strider1
9 Oct 2002, 1:39 PM
It is the return of Newbie and bigbigdog (aka ASTRO GLIDE), Turbo Tom and the many other names you thought up in your little room.
on Smoking Clitoris with PHD handles by <{Baba^Yaga}>
8 Oct 2002, 3:52 PM
change friends to peeps.
on Friendship by Blue Magpie
9 Oct 2002, 9:25 AM
There are good poets here, but it is a matter of patience. I like this, especially the last stanza and the last lines. The tone shift from stanza to stanza makes it work, although I am not sure the first line is such a happy little image. I know it is supposed to be light hearted, but a snowflake hitting a nose, well, usually melts. I
on Drunken note #1 by blackball
9 Oct 2002, 12:02 AM
If you come across Sherman Alexie's (he is a writer that is not dead) "Alcoholic Love Poems," read them. It might help you clear these up a bit.
on some deleted poem
8 Oct 2002, 2:21 PM
he is a TURD. Yes yes yes. With all those periods it took me two hours to read this. I could have been working on your poem.
on some deleted poem
8 Oct 2002, 7:21 PM
Are you an undergrad in the spirit of my dear friend lemonade? Because in all your commenting (I skimmed your chat from the other night), frankly neither of you sound pretentious, but merely like undergrads, and I find that refreshingly cute. And this monstrous poem, although good intentioned and well written, seems, well, young. Something also lemonade is guilty of a bit, but just wait, because I cannot, until she is 30. With her young talent, she could go far. Anyway, one more ramble. When I was a wee lad of eight, I saw a seagull go straight into the head of a young boy. He (the boy) was innocently holding up a piece of bread, and the gull went right through it and into the head. It was quite a site seeing bit of head flying about. Your last line reminded me of that. Well enough of that. I said my piece. Carry on.
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on some deleted poem
8 Oct 2002, 10:55 AM
Innovation not imitation is a good motto to live by once you leave college behind and tromp out into the real world. There is none of that here in this painful read of a poem. There was only on Browning and he is long dead. Are you Blake? This poem is as bad as any of his.
on some deleted poem
7 Oct 2002, 9:17 PM
This is so sad and full of insight. I love you sweetie.
It is the fucking Lorax. He really does exist. I knew it. Indeed, you may be a cute, albeit, odd looking little fellow and an activist for good causes like that big hole in the sky, but your poem here, well, sucks. But you knew that already, because of your genius.
on Instructions to a Sculptor by Christof
3 Oct 2002, 7:46 AM
Modern Hawthorne in a weird wacky way. Good show. I like it when you do not write boring poems. So what is it with you: pro fox or anti fox?
on Fall from Love's Grace by loneshadow29
1 Oct 2002, 12:30 PM
How bout..
Fucking bitch you broke my heart,
you ain't nothing but a stupid, lousy tart,
now i lie alone and sad,
you made me feel so fucking bad,
you left because i was a loser,
but will you love me as a boozer
you smug lousy lay
give me back my t.v.
give me back my cb,
so i can hit the road tugging all day
and keep the memory of your ugly smile at bay,
you hag
you drag
take a cab
to my pad
i wll show
what you never had.
That is direct.
on Cheap Thrills by Owner of the Sky
1 Oct 2002, 10:29 AM
I did not call you an idiot; I said your comment and rebuttal were full of idiocy, which they were. But I am sorry if I hurt your feelings in any way. I am a kind man who is fond of goats. And the day is lovely in California, so I shall only give you sweet regards from this moment hence. God is dead.
on A poets call to arms by INTRANSIT
13 Oct 2002, 9:46 PM
Goof poem.