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i'm sort of getting angry at bob, here. he says everything i want to say, but better than i could say it. he is correct that you have no rhythm ...

short, sweet, beautiful. listen to bob - he's the king of rhythm.

fools, they called you a goddess of peace in a cage of stars, spider water wing rivulets laving the skin – a bright white sparkling light. they thought heaven would ...

i won't critique the subject too much, as i think it's far too much of a controversy in poetic america, and as me, myself, and many others are guilty of ...

this wasn't really bad at all, and, like areida said, bob pretty much covered it all. the whole starting with "little kitten running free" sort of makes me shiver, but ...

Welcome home New Jersey To another rainy day Splattered sidewalk cement Skies weary, splattered gray People wander on the streets While thinking where to go They dawdle, trying to defeat ...

no comment on spuds attacks. apparently, it's been banned. dirty goo. a funny word. it's fine to use, but i just wanted to point it out. heh. goo. flaming pie, ...

you used a lot of simplistic words, which, i SUPPOSE, could be a good thing. but it fit the shakespearan sonnet format and worked well, fullfilling it's message.

nice, sweet, simple. i liked the somber tone of WINDMILL compared to SMILES. but i'm only comparing them because they on the same thread. BOARD SPACE SAVER - I WORSHIP ...

your poetry is good, and i agree completely with PsyLynx, so i'm not going to rewrite that all, as that'd be a waste of time. i just beg you to ...

wishing for a suburbia wish - ing - for - a - su - bur - bi - a 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 just cut our ...

Which waterfall?— the droplets wet my tongue— Which waterfall? Ah, Autumn, maybe. How should I know? this is sort of pointless and not as pretty as they rest of the ...

This is Chapter Three of my story, but it's beginning of one thread of the story, so I suppose it supports a beginning-like taste to it anyway. I just want ...

I know hell and back gets you nowhere But I’d though I’d gone farther Than this There you are, in the early Monday morning radar Gray-sweatered arms opened wide, And ...

wow. i loved the combination of technical speech and the poetry. this was absolutely beautiful, everything fit, i loved the rhythm (not obvious but you can hear it when you ...