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He seems to want to hide himself behind every reveal he wants to speak from the heart and backpedals his wheel. He's brought down fire at times but picks it up with oven mitts makes arrid lunar landscapes out of muse's flaming pits. At last his voice eclipses in a self-protecting haze when...

When life becomes a vale of tears I choke down the bitterness of years Every moment my anguish chars that they give me Naes when I want Yars I fear I've planted too many seeds of poetry that turned into weeds that turn to hydras when fully grown and have a stink that's all their own I chuck the...

If I said feel free to answer how you like, but don't say anything I don't want to hear or I will block you wouldn't I be contradicting myself?

Modern philosophy leaves those answers unattended. I don't think venerating mathematics has caused all that much harm, if any.

...Y'all Think? A well loved poet in Yahoo* may one day publish a whole book of x's in various type fonts. Here are some of the poem's titles: Chemistry Formula 1 The Factor Pirate's Treasure Illiterate's Signature Algebra is Born Christ drops his Cross The Kiss The letter t Slips on...

Sweaters are sooo friggin' important when you are like 12! -A poem by Happy Hiram. I wore the red sweater it makes me look so bling So how could my best friend come in wearing the same thing? I gave the sweater up for her and packed him in a box, but he keeps talking to me, waking up all my...

Well I am a registered Republican which is probably why I am a hack.

Well I am a registered Republican which is probably why I am a hack.

Well I am a registered Republican which is probably why I am a hack.

Dorothy Parker, Resume: "Razors pain you rivers are damp" Matthew Arnold, Dover Beach "The sea is calm to-night. The tide is full, the moon lies fair" Emily Dickinson, Because I could not stop for Death "Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just...

My friends are all playing avatar games. It seems such a fraud to me to just create an almost identical avatar and try to escape your past. I want to be loved so much I am going to run away from my own identity. Does that make better poets? I mean don't get me wrong, I am uglier in real life...

I prefer the story of the Chinese Mandarin, who said "I dreamt I was a butterfly, and when I woke I wasn't sure if I was a man dreaming I was a butterfly or a butterfly dreaming I was a man." As a good Berkelyite, I believe that reality is a communication between God and man and so the nature...

I heard they are anti-pixie dust too!

I vote Buk for Lando Callrissian, Sin as Princess Leia, and Ian as Han Solo. I of course, must be Ben Kenobi. [Thanks Shultzie for the idea. Wanna be a Wookie?] Yes Ian will be very disappointed I didn't make him Vader, but I save the dark side for the trolls and controls. Yahoo is the Death...

Thanks for the question, and I am definitely of shrewish descent when it comes to this issue. I was going to try and write a poetic response but I am not capable. Just pretend this is in blankety blank verse. I skim the hoi polloi for the odd title but I have been neglecting Dahha, and Jellz, I...

Thanks for the question, and I am definitely of shrewish descent when it comes to this issue. I was going to try and write a poetic response but I am not capable. Just pretend this is in blankety blank verse. I skim the hoi polloi for the odd title but I have been neglecting Dahha, and Jellz, I...

Your gargoyle reminds me of my dragon (depression) which I will not post here because I don't wish to give Yahoo 50% rights over it. Your dance growing tired is a scary image, knowing you. Thanks.

Oscar Wilde has a way of saying what is true in a manner which is deceptive. What he means is you don't become a great baseball player by "loving" baseball you get there by "practicing" baseball. It doesn't mean sincerity is a bad thing or it is even necessary, but it invests bad writers with a...

From hell, straight to softball, a breeze on creaking board demons and ghosts and a pirate's hoard come for me, unexplained and with a shreik (It's not even October until next week) Maybe an unexplained rustle, a thump in the well come to me tonight and maybe, who can tell? Cat chases ghosties...

Take another poem and mangle it into your own image: Mine is a mangle of Bobby's girl's poem From hell, straight to softball, a breeze on creaking board demons and ghosts and a pirate's hoard come for me, unexplained and with a shreik (It's not even October until next week) Maybe an...