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- May 25th, 2008, 1:51 pm
- Forum: Poetry
- Topic: The Gobuttzian Age
- Replies: 4
- Views: 481
The Gobuttzian Age
Who could have known they weren't human, those evil spin doctors - subliminal messages, of course, so easy, so technology friendly. Every time you log on to your computer from deep in the bowels of your hard drive, Gobuttzian images are secretly being stored in your cranial basement, every time you ...
- May 25th, 2008, 1:23 pm
- Forum: Poetry
- Topic: Ghosts of the New Orleans Night
- Replies: 6
- Views: 717
- May 25th, 2008, 1:16 pm
- Forum: Poetry
- Topic: Mr. Potato Heart---mock sonnet
- Replies: 7
- Views: 567
a most interesting way to describe the amazing powers of rejuvenation, rebirth if you will....give the heart even a slim chance, and it will fool you every time.....its capabilities seem endless...I have seen the kindest expressions in my times of need, from people I never could have believed had it...
- May 25th, 2008, 1:05 pm
- Forum: Poetry
- Topic: If'n U Move Me
- Replies: 4
- Views: 544
- May 24th, 2008, 6:00 am
- Forum: Poetry
- Topic: more notes from the forefront
- Replies: 7
- Views: 447
- May 24th, 2008, 5:54 am
- Forum: Poetry
- Topic: Dammed metaphor
- Replies: 5
- Views: 572
hey mnaz...I've picked myself up from that rippled cosmic gutter numerous times....this is great....a friend sent me a cartoon from the New Yorker the other day, titled Hecklers at a Poetry Reading.... and one audience member is yelling up to the poet on stage, "Hey, you call that a metaphor ?"........
- May 24th, 2008, 5:48 am
- Forum: Poetry
- Topic: Check Out the Competition
- Replies: 2
- Views: 436
- May 24th, 2008, 5:35 am
- Forum: Poetry
- Topic: The Way Out
- Replies: 6
- Views: 691
- May 23rd, 2008, 6:37 pm
- Forum: Poetry
- Topic: This Is What I Call My Baby
- Replies: 16
- Views: 1385
- May 23rd, 2008, 6:34 pm
- Forum: Poetry
- Topic: The Way Out
- Replies: 6
- Views: 691
The Way Out
we walked in the tall corn, flapping waves of grain like those tv ads at 3 am when channel six goes off the air, and I surely would have been lost if it weren't for granddaddy's knowing footprints to place my little boots inside. He told me stories hour upon hour, sang Mississippi John Hurt songs as...
- May 23rd, 2008, 5:52 pm
- Forum: Poetry
- Topic: This Is What I Call My Baby
- Replies: 16
- Views: 1385
- May 23rd, 2008, 5:42 pm
- Forum: Poetry
- Topic: hey hey hey ya hoh
- Replies: 15
- Views: 1713
- May 23rd, 2008, 5:30 pm
- Forum: Poetry
- Topic: Demon Democracy
- Replies: 6
- Views: 629