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I'll nominate (or second?) DanaC, for Manchester Dreaming.
Sun_Sparkz had some pretty good poetry, but I don't think she's posted anything lately. |
I'm out.
couldn't last a night. |
Brianna, look ... 7,000 posts.
You can't back out. You're a great poetess. |
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if you're out, I'll toss the whole thing. and give the award to aliantha. |
I don't think it should be a nomination thread but a participation thread.
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I write only for fun. It's nothing, none of it. I write for 2nd graders, which is fine and fun, but it's no great art. It's only to get them to think. I have a prof that I actually LOATHE; he's a published, accomplished poet and I hate everything he's written. He was there when SS boots threatened his family but yet....he still makes the poem motherfucking boring. His poems suck. a lot.
we were going over a really sexy stanza in a poem (Cherrylog Road) where the guy, who wants to score with the girl, says: I held her and held her and held her, Convoyed at terrific speed By the stalled, dreaming traffic around us, So the blacksnake, stiff With inaction, curved back Into life, and hunted the mouse And Professor,in his sixties, well aquainted with sex, refused to discuss this stanza as he was "afraid' mothers, fathers, and faculity would find it "offensive." what-a-douche. he shouldn't be teaching poetry let alone write it. end rant. |
Yeah, I really like Cherrylog Road. But I always thought it was about racing cars on back roads.
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nevermind this nonsense. wouldnt have been that much fun anyway
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meh.....
competetive poetry is probably a bad concept. |
competitive poetry is NOT a bad idea. it's what keeps poetry alive.
I think we need rules: a poet must make use of the according: cunnilingus, french kissing, rimjob. make THAT into a poem, you godless amatuers, and then we will talk!! :) |
the omission of 'felatio' from that list is quietly shrieking in my mind's ear.
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aaaahhhh slurplr slup slup slurple ew, you have a pube in your teeth Oh, OH :eek: oooh uh uh uh uh......... |
Though you have no eyes
And your face is a slit, You do have thighs And epic pink lips We'll lay here for days, My tongue planted deep In the swamp-like haze That swells as you weep When juices run out, Your caverns well fed, I'll move to the mouth On the back of your head :) :( |
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