xanthan gum

i really enjoyed this. it bore some disturbing images, but they stuck within my mind. and ancient, more ancient saying ancient twice in four words/one line really bugs me.

okay, listen to snoink rhymathically. otherwise, the poem, albiet good, was a bit dramatic in flavor. i mean, i'm unsure if this actually happened, but it didn't really matter... i ...

the lesson was a bit long winded. i would cut it down. Cuts, scrapes, and the occasional “owie.” owie? sort of draws from the poem? i mean, it does fit, ...

i agree with snoink, as i did not enjoy the second stanza as much as the other two. the first was absolutely beautiful. i love the image of rain on ...

my tongue is dry now, you don't need the "now". it's extra. i kept eyes peeled for your blue cap. blue cap? an odd image. otherwise, i loved the ending ...

it was supposed to be "swallowing our ribbons." hha :oops: and "painted faces" i really have to work out typos...

my.... your what? there's no closure. there's no suspense about it, either, so it's sort of dull. emancipated by his own his own what? i suppose the commas are okay ...

Angels and Demons - the book before the Da Vinci Code. It was suggested by a...friend, Victor, who actually seemed to find a surprisingly good book - it seems almost ...

loved this - short, meaningful and beautiful. It's always sou'east by south why southeast by south? is there some signifigance to these directions or is it just completely random? either ...

all i can say is that i enjoyed this new style of yours compared to your prior works. please pursue this format further.

not really rhythmatic, but we won't get into this. the only part that i must object to is this: lost my hand like it’s not been lost this was a ...

well, the poem to...um...xanthan gum is short, but particularly beautiful. i really don't have much to say about it, but thank you for following through on my request. It seems ...

Swallowing our ribbons When we gather Decorative and verdant We are eating laughter Tonight the air is high-drifting Between us the space is rifting We will be tongue twisting By ...

Maybe you will understand love poetry When you’re caught in Sunday rains with me Alone, though, we were on our way To the fabled, distant red-rosed Paris We could petal ...

i agree that the rhymes seem forced. some problem rhythm places: Every time I'm around him, I am acting fake. every time i'm around him, I'm acting a fake? i ...