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We can't praise that generation enough...they saved Europe. Out of curiosity, who publishes found / erasure poems? Personally, I don't get the attraction, but I have never been a big fan of collage either. Or Slam Poetry for that matter. But that's me. And it isn't a criticism of you or anyone else ...

I like the last 2 stanzas best... especially the smoldering boots. I am not sure how the ants image relates, or what it’s trying to tell me. Maybe it’s me.

Pretty well done exercise.... the ending needs to be stronger, the history written in blood too common.... just curious, why are you doing this type of exercise? You have a good, imaginative voice which interests me more

I just listened to this song, Frank, on Youtube... enjoyed... thx for mentioning it

This is hilarious.... love the narrator’s voice... stellar from top to bottom

This is my original work, and I’m not posting at another forum. Bob Bradshaw bobbybradshw@yahoo.com La Brea Tar Pits I came to Los Angeles for the Strip, the nightclubs, the famous restaurants where celebrities gather, picking at their salads, and sipping wines that would cost me a year’s rent. In t...

I don’t know this song but thx. for sharing it....I. Will look it up

Thanks, guys... I accept the nom for La Brea if chosen

Meenas, Ken —. Glad you enjoyed it

What a fascinating take...I take the mice to be memories, and associated with the phantom that shares the N’s bed— the phantom someone once close to the speaker. Fresh imagery as well as a fresh way to tell a familiar story... very creative. A big thumb’s up. I like the sinister turn at the end, the...

I second Meenas' "The Smuggling Experience"

I nom Kenneth’s “Jesus Was” poem and Frank’s “Vir Triumphalis” poem. I am still pondering a third nom.

The Worst Things About You The worst things about you? You love babies and huskies, dalmatians, wiener dogs, anything attached to a lovely woman with thin wrists, and you love the best restaurants, the waiters bringing you vintage wines as if you were the food critic for the New York Times while we ...

House Wren Why are we looking at houses? Well, I'm eager to show you that my future isn't a pile of wood shavings. Are you familiar with the house wren, guiding his hoped-for fiancee from one site to another, chirping at each potential nest praise for its "potential"? Finally she agrees to a site wi...

I like it.. the images are fresh

This is good... The 2nd stanza can be cut; it slows us down from getting to the good stuff. You have a typo, I believe, missing the noun after “thick”. You can trim a bit... here is one place: She becomes panicky. She talks to herself. Change to: She panics, talks to herself. These are small suggest...

As I yours

The closing works better

Thank you, guys... love the links! Long live the Stones

Thanks, Frank

Gorgeous writing....everything works ....great last 2 lines

unaware the broken butterfly would
not settle on her breast again.

Just lovely! I agree...one of your best...the humor is delicious

La Brea Tar Pits I came to Los Angeles for the Strip, the nightclubs, the famous restaurants where celebrities gather, picking at their salads, and sipping wines that would cost me a year’s rent. In the heart of the city I found something less common: tar pits bubbling, as if waiting for drunks to m...

I like it

You build the tension nicely... enjoyed
The profuse line isn’t needed.
An alternative:
Cheeks slick with sweat,
I struggle to hold my breath.


This stanza is awkward;
Regaining the wits,
push my way through,
he mews.