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easy1 Senior Member
since 2010-05-22
Posts 1209Southeastern USA |
Product Tampered Cyanide compounds, chlorinated comounds. Words, until poisoned by. Thorazide compounds, histaminic compounds. Words, but they hold horrors. Hog tranquilizers deliberately misused: corrupted doctors, bad pharmacists, bad locksmiths, bad nurses, bad patients. Words. Terrorism is such a thrill at first, I guess. Then, a little less. |
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easy1 Senior Member
since 2010-05-22
Posts 1209Southeastern USA |
On a somewhat unrelated note, have been looking up a few old haunts and LOL: User status: banned Date ban will be lifted: never "Sour grapes, kid!" The Internet can be a lonely place on a Saturday night... and it's only Monday noon. |
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easy1 Senior Member
since 2010-05-22
Posts 1209Southeastern USA |
It is strange that there aren't anywhere near as many poetry forums around as there were just a few years ago (well, several years ago, anyway).  |
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easy1 Senior Member
since 2010-05-22
Posts 1209Southeastern USA |
So many accounts made shortly prior to mine--- and there's no post search. DBAs too often bought, Gestapo spank---all that rot. Abuse of power |
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easy1 Senior Member
since 2010-05-22
Posts 1209Southeastern USA |
I see that Sea World is pushing killer shamu at kiddies again. Television ad scum have their reward. God help young minds! |
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easy1 Senior Member
since 2010-05-22
Posts 1209Southeastern USA |
Criminals running. Rich criminals running for Governor---Scumbags! |
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easy1 Senior Member
since 2010-05-22
Posts 1209Southeastern USA |
...and on the subject of criminals: Graft-shiny city with Himmlers for detectives--- failed chicken farmers. Grinning they murder the poor. Hell has rewards for bad cops. |
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Bob K Member Elite
since 2007-11-03
Posts 4208 |
I especially enjoyed the last three lines of the initial piece. The use of the rhyme for clusure was very deft, and it worked. I even felt the little bit of a click that I can feel when a poem seems to snick home well in the last line. Very satisfying. The prior lines of the poem seemed a bit scattershot, as though they didn't seem to lead up to those last three lines with the directness and concreteness that such a firm closing seems to deserve. Terry Stokes published a book of poems almost 35 years ago in which one of the characters is a really creepy guy with a razor on a bus. Stokes puts you inside the guy's skin as he's very specifically hurting somebody and he makes the identification painfully intimate between ready and character in the space of maybe twenty lines. Do you want to do that? Probably not, but it's one way of entering into the sort of intimacy of experience that you seem to be reaching for here. It involves an element of emotional risk for the writer, though, that's very hard to bear, and there are other strategies out there that a guy can feel his way into. So there's a lot to admire here, and I thought that I might just say a few things that would let you know that I think so. Because I do. Sincerely, Bob Kaven Cyanide compounds, chlorinated comounds. Words, until poisoned by. Thorazide compounds, histaminic compounds. Words, but they hold horrors. Hog tranquilizers deliberately misused: corrupted doctors, bad pharmacists, bad locksmiths, bad nurses, bad patients. Words. |
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easy1 Senior Member
since 2010-05-22
Posts 1209Southeastern USA |
Thx 4 the reply, altho' I didn't expect many replies to complaining drivel such as this. These are based on true stories and may perhaps strike chords with some, now or later. As for experience, well, unlawful torture via psychoactive drugging is relatively intimate, especially when combined with other tender mercies favored by today's better-hope-they-never-die fools.  |
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easy1 Senior Member
since 2010-05-22
Posts 1209Southeastern USA |
The weak sell their souls and go with the evil flow, but the strong do not. "And I say, don't leave your heart in a hard place." Ah, sunset. |
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easy1 Senior Member
since 2010-05-22
Posts 1209Southeastern USA |
and the thing is - despite theefforts of myslf and of others - they will find this out too late... not somerhing I can afford to worry about, at least not too much. |
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easy1 Senior Member
since 2010-05-22
Posts 1209Southeastern USA |
The database curse, people as dolls. Yet, you know, people aren't dolls. |
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easy1 Senior Member
since 2010-05-22
Posts 1209Southeastern USA |
"...and your bullets sweet- talkin' me down... machine gun... your own self to blame." - Jimi Hendrix "We sit upon a man's back, while bemoaning his fate and saying we should all do everything we can to help him---except to get off his back." - paraphrased from Leo Tolstoy |
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easy1 Senior Member
since 2010-05-22
Posts 1209Southeastern USA |
Shadow government crooks want power. Outspoken folks need food-tasters. |
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easy1 Senior Member
since 2010-05-22
Posts 1209Southeastern USA |
Even at this site, I notice a couple of users who would probably lynch you for using certain non-PC ethnic epithets are 'way too comfortable with dropping "cracker" as a pejorative term. An unworthy sign of the times, it is... |
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easy1 Senior Member
since 2010-05-22
Posts 1209Southeastern USA |
He'd gently touch his paw to my leg--- two dogs they sent. RIP Buster, † 8-16-08 |
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easy1 Senior Member
since 2010-05-22
Posts 1209Southeastern USA |
Heaven and Hell, oh, seven and twelve, she needs her Roddy MacDowell. That's why my prostate's overgrown---she spiked my cigs with testosterone. |
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easy1 Senior Member
since 2010-05-22
Posts 1209Southeastern USA |
"Who's got the poison brew? Let's spray it where he'll get it." Damned fools be you. And yeah you will regret it. Let your yeahs be yeahs somehow!  |
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