New Poetry Recommendations

Angeline said:
Ah the new poems. There are 15 of them today. I bet y’all thought I forgot. I didn’t. I’ve just been editing madly most of the day.

But first, did anyone check out yesterday’s new poems? If you haven’t, take a look at Slip through from the newish HeartShapedAss. It shows promise. And don’t miss the sweet and sad Memory in Tears by Jamison. We need a Monday reviewer!

Getting ready for the holidays? For those wonderful 9,000 calorie meals that you won’t regret until at least January 2nd? You can start with dessert with Unbridled_Passion’s Sweet Potato Pie. Digital pie is less filling and tastes great. (This poem will make you hungry.) :)

l8bloom‘s Night Wish is a quirky little ode to night. It makes great use of metaphor and, at the end, personification. I’d lose (or recast) the second and third lines, but maybe that’s just me. I’ll be looking out for more from this poet.

foehn2 has two submissions today, Veteran’s Day, 2007 and …or, How We Talk to God. They’re both good reads. …or, How We Talk to God is one you’ll want to read at least twice to get the nuance of meaning in the pronouns and the very interesting use of parentheses/line breaks. Veteran’s Day is sort of hard to read because it’s a difficult subject (it helps to know Col. Paul Tibbets piloted the Enola Gay). Take a look at the extremely short (one- and two-word) lines in this poem. Some here have argued that lines this short do not poetry make. I’m not sure about that, but I like the poem. Read it and see what you think. Actually read both and see what you think about how foehn manages to leave poems so open to interpretation. Not an easy thing to do, imo.

Finally, do not miss the two submissions from MinorMonster. (He’s such a Liar.) In fact, don’t ever miss any submissions by this poet. He writes with such clever fluidity that his poems are always a joy to read. There aren’t many writers I’d feel comfortable saying that about, but almost any poem of his is that good. Yup, really. Both poems, Grandiloquence and Growing up on a plain have a somewhat cynical, looking-backward take on love. Growing up on a plain is the more metaphorical of the two (which perhaps is why I prefer it), but both are really good. And hey Grandiloquence is also a poem about a poem, a subject currently being discussed on the forum.

These are just my preferences. If you have other new poems to recommend, do so here.

And read, vote and comment, please. Those poems are waiting for you. They're lonely without you.

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...and THAT is what is known as a buddy fuck circle.

just weighing, this is not me
and surprisingly it is good

Tired of all I hear and see

if looked at ironicly. Poet walks a dangerous line, utilization of lists:
Grasses, sedges, ferns,
Meadowsweet, Queen Ann's lace, daisies,
Milkweed and forget-me-nots,
Blackberries where pasture to woodland turns,

packed with stuff - note- poetry 101

White around the neck,
White along the hem,
White above the waist
White where motion or breeze

flirts boldly with cliched images:
And scoops her cupped fingers
Through the crystal current.

and yet:
The world flattened again,
And lost its incandescent glow.

Despite the tedium, this poem is well worth the trip

Shame they had submitted in the middle of a such a strong line-up, because it would stand out in the usual pap.

so yes
read, vote and comment, please. Those poems are waiting for you. They're lonely without you.

one of the few poems, I WISHED I HAD THOUGHT about writing here.

I think I would have made it a little shorter


p.s. Change your name, you certainly don't want the usual assholes, thinking you are the one leaving those comments (take it from one who has been there - right Mods?) and you probably don't want people thinking you are me. :) :) :)

Excellent review, Angeline, as a matter of fact the reviews have gotten better and better:rose: :rose: :rose:
Oh where have all the pap pushers gone
Oh where have all the pap pushers gone
long time passing

(and some think I don't have nice things to say, tsk, tsk)
 
BTW jamison, minormonster (liar), how come I see so precious few comments from you two? after all the directive:
read, vote and comment, please. Those poems are waiting for you. They're lonely without you.


Oh I get it, exempt because you did NPR once.
 
If you missed

DeepAsleep's performancy piece Black Dress yesterday, go back and read it! Great use of dialogue, some wonderful metaphors and a tone that manages to balance clear objectivity and wistfulness. The kid can write. :)
 
11/19, Monday, etc.

For My Warrior and
Dreamtime Souls by Lady_Izzabelle

These are hard-rhye pieces that feel directed specifically at a person. They're a little formulaic, as "OMGILUVU" poems go, but everyone starts somewhere. Say something encouraging.

Next is Can't Compare By RachelBagel067 (<--AWESOME USERNAME. Bagel.)

This is a credible effort. It's reaching for something more than the usual cliches, and there's definitely a semblance of voice, here. Give it a visit, and say something technical about further use of metaphor.

Dragon_13 gives us a Love that Is. Apparently, they're in love. Yaaay, love! Read it out and say something about figurative language and structure.

I sit on the floor By Jayce1066 I'd call this prose, before I pointed 'poem.' Give it a read and see what you think. It's a cute little vignette, in any case - If I had to gripe about anything, with this piece, it'd probably be the line-breaks. I get what Jayce was after, but I don't think it helps the flow, or voice. Read it and form your own opinions, you feckless Serial Masturbators.

GBRADICAL offers four sacrifices to the verse gods: The Beat Goes On ---This poem makes me think of a certain verse in Journey's "Don't Stop Believing." I'm an ass, because I can't look past that.

Dripping Away Hmm. What's the number for the suicide hotline?

Stay Keen ...Well, it rhymes.

Kin are Talking Weird use of the word 'kin,' which feels a little archaic, in the middle of a really modern-talky piece. It's like if 'Deliverance' had gone to Harvard.

And that's... Well. It. No more new poems. Read these, you fuckers!
 
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November 20, 2007

There are seven new poems posted. I'm recommending two of them.

Poetry doesn't always have to be ponderous and important. (Actually I'd be disinclined to read anything described to me as ponderous.) Sometimes light and clever is the way to go (think of Ogden Nash or Piet Hein). In that spirit I suggest you read ArnoldSnarb's Song of Indolence and of Experience. Yes the title is a nod to William Blake's Songs of Innocence and Experience, yes the form is a simple ABAB rhyme scheme encased in short limerick-like strophes, but it's a clever and funny meander of here and now versus pie in the sky. Sort of like Mother Goose meets To Be or Not To Be. It won't rock your world, but I bet it'll make you giggle or at least snicker. And sometimes that's just right. :)

And then there's Transatlantic Reconnection by Tristesse2. I love Tess's poetry; she has an artful, delicate way with words. Her poems that observe the natural world are beautiful and among my favorites here. In today's submission Tess paints a wistful struggle of one trying to reconnect (via phone) with mother? father? sibling? No matter, she conveys the hesitancy of trying (again, again, again), not quite succeeding, and that sense we've all had of feeling weighed down and empty at the same time. There's a typo ("extricating" on line 9 should be "extricate," I think), but I'm more interested in the lack of punctuation in most of the poem. It seems intentional and a means of leaving much open to interpretation. And if you think about an awkward conversation with a parent, for example, and how it can be full of pregnant pause and subtext, this openess could be a pretty clever poetic device. Or it's my imagination lol. But it worked for me. This poem btw, was written for the Thanksgiving poetry challenge and includes lines from champagne1982 and foehn2. Well done, all!

Please take some time to read, vote and comment, and do feel free to recommend any other of today's poems here.

Have a safe and happy Thanksgiving, all. :rose:

Peace,
Angeline
 
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Wednesday's Review

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The day before Thanksgiving and only five poems up so far. I'm soooo thankful! I'll check out the scene later but if that's it then there's only one that really grabbed my attention on first reading.


l8bloom is back with a charming offering in The Stevenson Memorial. What could have been a short and simple little poem is given a breath of freshness, creativity, and little snippets of imagery so well interlinked that it's almost impossible to fairly quote a sample to entice you on to read it without quoting a major piece of her poem. The best I can say is go read it. Now.


That'll do it for today unless more poems are snuck in later. Since there are so few, feel free to explore the rest. Just remember to read, vote, comment ~ it's the least you can do. Above all, comment ~ a fair exchange for the pleasure of reading free poetry.

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LeBroz said:
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The day before Thanksgiving and only five poems up so far. I'm soooo thankful! I'll check out the scene later but if that's it then there's only one that really grabbed my attention on first reading.


l8bloom is back with a charming offering in The Stevenson Memorial. What could have been a short and simple little poem is given a breath of freshness, creativity, and little snippets of imagery so well interlinked that it's almost impossible to fairly quote a sample to entice you on to read it without quoting a major piece of her poem. The best I can say is go read it. Now.


That'll do it for today unless more poems are snuck in later. Since there are so few, feel free to explore the rest. Just remember to read, vote, comment ~ it's the least you can do. Above all, comment ~ a fair exchange for the pleasure of reading free poetry.

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:rose: Humble thanks for the mention as well as the moving critical praise. I bow, kyung-neh! LeBroz, people like you make me want to write. Namasté. L8.
 
November 22, 2007 Happy Turkey Day!

all you Americans! Hope you're all having a safe and happy holiday with family and friends. And if you're alone today, you have friends here. Here. Have some pie.

http://www.rickdeesinthemorning.com/ChefBoyRDees/pumpkin_pie.jpg

There are 16 new poems posted today. I know Eve is super busy, what with two Thanksgiving celebrations, so why don't you sit back, enjoy the pie, and read some poems. Don't forget to vote and comment.

And if you find a poem you'd like to recommend, tell us here.

Happy Thanksgiving. Happy reading. :kiss:
 
Fly-Half by fieryjen

Excerpt:

Tempting, the little smile that she gives me
The hair tumbling over her shoulders like rain
Long legs in knee socks, she runs on the field


Today's best poem, imo. Some lovely detail here - 'hair tumbling over her shoulders like rain', 'Long legs in knee socks' and 'Mud splashing onto her thighs'

The metaphor has been developed well in both stanzas and I love the zing in the final stanza - 'Always close, skin on skin, seeking her touch/
Yet bruises are all that remain'
 
vampiredust said:
Fly-Half by fieryjen

Excerpt:

Tempting, the little smile that she gives me
The hair tumbling over her shoulders like rain
Long legs in knee socks, she runs on the field


Today's best poem, imo. Some lovely detail here - 'hair tumbling over her shoulders like rain', 'Long legs in knee socks' and 'Mud splashing onto her thighs'

The metaphor has been developed well in both stanzas and I love the zing in the final stanza - 'Always close, skin on skin, seeking her touch/
Yet bruises are all that remain'

Agreed. It's a must-read; short and precise with really evocative imagery.

The other one I like is hmmnmm's Thimbler, a day's worth of images that stoke the senses and a quirky metaphorical ending. :)
 
vampiredust said:
Fly-Half by fieryjen

Excerpt:

Tempting, the little smile that she gives me
The hair tumbling over her shoulders like rain
Long legs in knee socks, she runs on the field


Today's best poem, imo. Some lovely detail here - 'hair tumbling over her shoulders like rain', 'Long legs in knee socks' and 'Mud splashing onto her thighs'

The metaphor has been developed well in both stanzas and I love the zing in the final stanza - 'Always close, skin on skin, seeking her touch/
Yet bruises are all that remain'

Can I third this?
I don't need a disclaimer, no relationship.
 
Angeline said:
There are seven new poems posted. I'm recommending two of them.

Poetry doesn't always have to be ponderous and important. (Actually I'd be disinclined to read anything described to me as ponderous.) Sometimes light and clever is the way to go (think of Ogden Nash or Piet Hein). In that spirit I suggest you read ArnoldSnarb's Song of Indolence and of Experience. Yes the title is a nod to William Blake's Songs of Innocence and Experience, yes the form is a simple ABAB rhyme scheme encased in short limerick-like strophes, but it's a clever and funny meander of here and now versus pie in the sky. Sort of like Mother Goose meets To Be or Not To Be. It won't rock your world, but I bet it'll make you giggle or at least snicker. And sometimes that's just right. :)

And then there's Transatlantic Reconnection by Tristesse2. I love Tess's poetry; she has an artful, delicate way with words. Her poems that observe the natural world are beautiful and among my favorites here. In today's submission Tess paints a wistful struggle of one trying to reconnect (via phone) with mother? father? sibling? No matter, she conveys the hesitancy of trying (again, again, again), not quite succeeding, and that sense we've all had of feeling weighed down and empty at the same time. There's a typo ("extricating" on line 9 should be "extricate," I think), but I'm more interested in the lack of punctuation in most of the poem. It seems intentional and a means of leaving much open to interpretation. And if you think about an awkward conversation with a parent, for example, and how it can be full of pregnant pause and subtext, this openess could be a pretty clever poetic device. Or it's my imagination lol. But it worked for me. This poem btw, was written for the Thanksgiving poetry challenge and includes lines from champagne1982 and foehn2. Well done, all!

Please take some time to read, vote and comment, and do feel free to recommend any other of today's poems here.

Have a safe and happy Thanksgiving, all. :rose:

Peace,
Angeline

and can I second this?

although I must say tristess'es was a slight dissapointement, although it may be an expectation thing on my part. she usaully writes something that blows me away, I didn't find it in this one, whose to say, it may just be me on this one.
 
wading or is that wadeing...

looks like Nirvanadragones has a nice fan club

ho-hum

Curiouswife
has three up today, good writer, these didn't do it for me, but she can be damn good writer, and maybe I'm off

I found the closest thing to poetry, isn't. Kind of a prose. But
hmmnmm has a couple of Eggnogges
this being one of them, while grotesque and garish may be worth a glare or two, too. (S)He does have talent. Some might find it amusing, I feel it could be better applied.

NO COMMENTS OR SCORES LEFT BY ME

Consider the poor dung beetle
on the 7th day God took a dump

tah-tah
 
Anyone who thinks to put cumquat into a poem, whether it be a form poem or a poem without perceivable form (in this case it is a sonnet - yes, I know what a sonnet sort of is), or even if it be a prosy paragraphical presentation, and whether the surrounding elements of the poem evoke or otherwise (in this case it successfully does/did for me, personally), will pull me out of the comfortable hibernation position so as to actually leave a laudatory comment. Thank you and good day.
 
My morning constitutional

Only five new poems posted when I looked today. This is my personal reaction.

Normally, I find that the non-erotic (how I detest this designation that has been imposed on us) poems are where one finds the better poetry that is submitted to this site. Much of the erotic poetry amounts to a declaration of devotion to the poets lover and often have no meaning for me. It is as though I've opened someone's private letter. Today's batch of new poems, however, contain three rather fine erotic poems one of which is outstanding and a fourth that manages to hold its own.

By far the most impressive poem today is a sonnet from sensualquills that does justice to her name. Kissing You which she subtitles "Sonnet 7" (piquing curiosity for the others) is a blend of the Parnassian obsession with perfection in form and execution, and a rich sensuousness that is highlighted by unexpected twists in the purity of the form and in shifts from modern to archaic expression. I recommend spending some time with this poem and chewing slowly to extract all of its juicy suggestiveness.

Kobi is the author of two new poems of merit that are also classified as erotic. Doing the Nines is a fun piece that light-heartedly composes lines of verse from tantric exercises that subtly hints at the rewards of practice, practice, practice. His To Sheri
is one of those private diary entries I almost stopped reading but fortunately continued. The voice of the poem is that of the Dom describing the moment while his submissive kneels before him.

The poem's beauty for me lies in the tenderness of the Dom's love, "My trembling grateful hands" which is not the aftermath of love-making as you would suspect but the prelude to a very brief and tenderly told flight to ecstasy. It does not gush with the usual mush and, though the final lines depicting the blissfull heights of carnal joy that preceding lines lead up to is a touch clichéd, it doesn't detract too seriously from a delightful short poem.

The most difficult to make my mind up over is the contribution by Vicarious, A Last Lesson. This first contribution by an author who includes "Teacher/Student" among her fetishes straddles the fine line between the more advanced end of youthful exploration and the manipulative abuse of someone in a position of power. The poem fascinates even as one is alert and on the lookout for the ice thinning too much. Overall it is a competent poem with the occasional surprising turn of phrase, marred in places by cliché. I think there is much that is promising in this writer and the poem could be improved significantly if an edit could resolve the clichés.

So there you have it: Four out of five poems labeled erotic and all four of them have significant merit and worth at least one read.

The fifth poem I know by HeartShapedAss
is designated non-erotic by the author and everything I find in it speaks of eroticism, passion, lust driven to dizzying heights by denial, the longing to be possessed invasively, invadingly, forcefully, relentlessly. By the last verse I don't know if this is still all in the realm of desire or has been realized.

This may be the best poem I have ever read or the worst confused mass of arousing images I have ever encountered. I make no judgement here. This writer is clearly of a poetic disposition with a wonderfully imaginative mind, but I have failed to understand the poem. That is not to say that it hasn't moved me with some degree of force and that my inability to understand is in any way a reflection on the writer. I admit to having the odd nut or bolt missing.

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November 27, 2007.

There are nine new poems posted today. Nine poems and, sadly, a lot of mediocrity and platitude: I love you forever; My Master's so strong; Be kind to others, etc., etc. None of these (which I've paraphrased) are bad sentiments, in and of themselves. They're just not poetic; they're informational, descriptive, they explain. Explaining isn't bad; it's just not poetry.

When I read a poem I want transcendence. I want to suspend my disbelief in the reality of me and your words on the screen, so I can be in the experience of your poem. I want to touch it, taste it, smell it, hear it. I need images and metaphors so that can happen; I want the words to move in unexpected directions. Cause that's what transcendence is: Going beyond.

And it's not that hard to do, effect transcendence, but we need to think of writing differently from the way we've all been taught. We need to approach writing more like visual art, I think. We need to work with impression and suggestion.

Ok. Rant off. Many of you here are wonderfully gifted in giving your readers transcendent experiences. And among todays nine submissions there are a few poems that are, at the very least, moving in the right direction.

For example, there are two poems by swallowedscream that both have some wonderful images and transcendent moments. I Hear Their Song is a celebratory piece about those salt-of-the-earth kind of guys who are the heart of America (or maybe were, as their numbers are increasingly dwarfed by corporate rats). The poem has some teriffic imagery (Cracked leather hands/hair-stiff with grit,) that succumbs only occasionally to cliche (weather beaten faces) or vaguery (The smell of earth and sweat/and animals things-lingers in their wake.) The pace of the poem is also somewhat strained by the poet telling us that the song "I hear America singing" brings back these memories. Maybe it's me, but that seems better left unsaid, and the ending might be a bit less sentimental, more understated. All in all though, it's a good piece of writing and certainly poetic. Her other poem, Broken Boy works even better in my opinion, with the extended rag doll metaphor carrying the theme forward very well. This piece too, I thought, could benefit from some editing and a less "sweet" finish, but it's good writing, it's poetic writing.

And then there's WhiteWave48's quirky and sardonic Cool, which is my pick of the day. It contains two nicely balanced strophes that play well against each other (the first beginning with "I was" and the second, "I am"), and neatly encapsulates how pain in childhood can progress to unflinching cynicsm in adulthood. A very interesting read that maybe could use a tweak here and there to shape it a bit more, but good and yes! Poetic! And don't miss the great word play on "cool." It sort of reminds me of Gwendolyn Brooks' We Real Cool.

That's it for me. I apologize for my verbose ranting, but yaknow, you read the same poems week after week and eventually you hit the wall. I'll uncurdle now and be back to my sweet self for at least two weeks. :cool:

Please read, vote, comment, write, be proactive, blah blah and, most important, keep a good thought for our buddy Champagne1982 as she recuperates. :)

:rose:
Ange
 
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Wednesday's Review

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After a most generous night's sleep, I'm feeling most generous this day. So, instead of one or at best two, I'll give a tip of the hat to five out of today's seven postings.


wonder_kitty opens with a pair from the darker side of the mind. While straightjacket may seem a bit on the light side, shadowland is a darker introspective piece. Just be warned that these both rhyme, which seems to lessen their emotional impact, especially on shadowland. At least it's not wholly predictable.


jayce1066 also brings us a poem dealing with a dark subject — death — in Carletta, 1986. At first it seemed none too special until he contrasts the routine way he describes her death {with all the emotional frenzy of a police blotter report) with the way she was when alive:

They didn't know that you grinned

like a gleeful pirate or where
you were ticklish.


UnderYourSpell discusses the elusive nature of sleep in Desperate for sleep. I'm sure some of you have had this experience:

Pain painting the brown headache
of a sleepless night upon my brow.
where the harder you strive for sleep, the more elusive it becomes.



Finally, my pick of the day has got to go to that hummer, hmmnmm with his oddly titled Hey! Hue in the butterscotch. No matter the style he uses he always seems to display such fascinating creativity. Give it a look.



That's it for today. More than enough for you to choose from and enjoy, even if I am being a bit generous today. Go on ahead and read, vote, comment ~ it's the least you can do. Above all, comment ~ a fair exchange for the pleasure of reading free poetry.

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Gone Missing by StiffClit is mostly a good poem. There are good descriptions, like:

I miss seeing the skin around the scar
on the underside of your chin
from where you slipped
and then hung in a tree as a small boy


I'm not too fond of some of the following lines about a hard thick cock deep inside. That's why I say it's mostly good. And it is worth a read.
 
Thursday

Only 5 new poems listed so far this morning. No great poems. Besides, great poems don't come along often. So, while we wait on greatness, why not enjoy some good poems.

The first title on the list is Cherry Burns by GBRADICAL. When I read the title, I said to myself, "Please be a good poem, with such a cool title!"

Cherry Burns is only six short lines with hardly any wasted words and a neat, little ending.

Other dreams are cherry-burns;
The ash may be gone,


Read and comment. It should only take a minute or two.


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Another good poem with a cool title is Bendy-Brained by yygirl

The poem starts out like the title -- kind of bendy-brained:
When I scratch the surface of my scalp
that's what makes the words come out.
Leaky parts inside my head.


Then it ends a bit less bendy:
in making all our skin so thin.
We have to know just who we are,
or lose ourselves to things within.
I'd rather not, but then again,
it's not the going,
it's the been.



That's it for now. :)
 
Friday! November! 30th!

From the, "Don't Pass This Up" Files:

The Country Girl, By Nobosetz This one made me laaaaauuuugh. Hard rhyme with a sense of humor and an overall message.

Sun And Snow by SummerMorning. This is a sweet, short little ditty. It'll make your wistful smile.

Your Back by StiffClit is proseish, but solidly imagined. Give this one a shot.



Poems with a weird bonus:

Delicious by The8thMelody. I didn't like it, but I thought it might be about getting fisted to death.

Night Of Remembrance Ch. 1 by pipedream_ink - Pros - Cliffhanger ending, weird little gritty tale. Cons - Prose. Through and through.


Those caught my eye, today.

Up you go, on your bike! Pedal off to poem!
 
A Saturday Retrospective

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Yesterday's reviews didn't appear, so here are my quick thoughts on what caught my eye of the eight posted.


Good

Nirvanadragones gives us a melancholy look at relationship turmoil, seen through the eyes of seasonal changes (all four seasons) in her Little Switzerland.


Better

anonamouse explores the frustrations of what sounds like a middle management desk jockey {can anyone say Willie Lohman?} in I want to be. I particularly like this part:
who lives just to cook for me
(she'd look like Camille Paglia
only heavier from the pasta).
Just picturing this, with Camille's dark piercing eyes that seem to see everything just gives me a moment's pause. What a fantasy!


Best

Finally, wonder_kitty has a somewhat desolate feeling poem in famine. I think the piece would work better without that first line {I am warrior}, which seems to connote strength; I feel that that strength is implied in the rest of the piece. My favorite lines are:
crossed oceans of ashes
within wastelands of fire,
for the way she's switched the expected placement of fire and ashes.


Go ahead and check these three out, you might find you enjoy them.

As always, read, vote, comment ~ it's the least you can do. Above all, comment ~ a fair exchange for the pleasure of reading free poetry.

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well, thank you LeBroz for the mention of am's ABC's of idiotcy the part you liked was an afterthought. I found it on a old disk. Just goes to show you sometimes the best thought is an afterthought. Now if I only thought a little harder.... :rose:
 
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