111's profile
AGE:
28
LOC: League City, TX
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: April 15
LOC: League City, TX
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: April 15
I
am known, in the world
of not giving a fuck,
as fagulous, fagurific,
fagtastic and any of its other sexy synonyms—as my mother
colloquially coined them
during an allusion
towards my particular paragon of unprofessionalism.
Yet, as I most often times do, I
find her to be a being, or vessel rather,
with cargos of intumescing
inspiration and acuity, alike. In THIS instance, description breeds its own
entity of agglomerative expectation, where none need be.
So . . .
just read and be read!
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Version 1
6 Reviews
5 Comments
With unabated fervor and inviolate instinct, the avid ants work, meticulously, and creep, in arduous ardor on their sodden, sandy talus of clotted, scree heap, to aliment their sovereign suckling larva down deep. To nurture this mother, for whom their lives will leap, at the tips of my fingers extinguished, and steep corpses, transient ants will I puissantly lance and pinioned keep, interred interminably, under memorial of glass; in crushed confection of repose and sleep.
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Version 2
5 Reviews
5 Comments
Of and for those pomes in a bucket, of poetic flavors savory; FUCK IT! Of oranges and pears in pomiferous kegs, I'd much rather be licking thighs and legs.
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Version 1
6 Reviews
5 Comments
On the indubitably dubious zonation and car, of an unseen star, scintillating throughout my mind's confines and elusive and far. Luminescence in its famous prisms, illuminating infamous schisms; fuliginous darkness diffused, with a fulgurant annuity and hoary ambiguity: Of seeming light, seemingly bright in isms, yet clasped to a turbid view-- without hue or lapse, or cease-- it duly obscures, blocking my sight.
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Version 1
6 Reviews
16 Comments
Of and for those pomes in a bucket, of poetic flavors savory; FUCK IT! Of oranges and pears in pomiferous kegs, I'd much rather be licking thighs and legs.
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Version 1
8 Reviews
14 Comments
Nascence of nuances nurtured in the tenuous heat, of time's fleeting, fulgent glow-- in its consummate usances of being facile and dismal and abysmally deep-- in deciduously delving, through the indentured hassle, of labeling and shelving, those mincing mechanizations of a machinating mind, refinded; in the decadent melding, indocile and sublime, of an intrinsically mutable school's immutable and extrinsic rule, in its measured distillation of time.
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RHYME, RHYME, RHYME HOW I LOVE THEE, LET ME COUNT THE WAYS! To Whomever You Are, You are the third poet that I have reviewed on Urbis, who has actually written a poem, and it is skillfully written for one so young. You must be an avid poet, as well as an avid reader of poetry. There are but a few corrections that warrent being mentioned. In your rhyme scheme you have used slant-rhyme, perchance unconsciously, mixed with pure-rhyme. For example... "full" and "will", "fell" and "wheel", and "in...
On your introductory stanza . . . HHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAA HHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!! Too much!! Entirely TOO MUCH!! You are an insane, lovable, old fool!!! YES, YES, YES and YYYEEEEEEESSSSSSS!! How I laughed, and how I EVEN NOW continue in its pursuit: My malated eyes are barmy with tears. Your poem is a subtly constructed work, of protean masterpiece, and it displays bawdy ingress, philanthropic median and sacredotal egress with tripartite precision. Irreverent and philanthropic...
I immediately loved the disjointed, almost sporadic and splotchy, structure of your poem, it dances with beautiful choreography. There is something richly palatable and palpable, alike, in the images evoked by "Iced tears . . . on cherried cheeks." I almost found myself at the refrigerator door, so deliciously did these encroaching images ensconce themselves upon my sensuous sentience. While the rest your poem reeks beautuously with rich dispondency!! Thoroughly Enjoyable!!!
"Yes Lord!!! a poem, with rhyme scheme, a REAL poem not some blurb of bathos, that postures as poetry. How I have serched the welkins and the wastes of Urbis, alike, for the likes of you!" Was what I upon initial inspection, for the sake of maintaining the freshness of my initial impression, prematurely typed. Of all the other poems that I've grazed over in reading, yours is but the second to attempt some rhyme scheme, and I applaud it and you. Do you know that you have placed your entry unde...
With immediacy and before having read a word of your poem's content, I enjoy that there is the stimuli of visual seperation and stanza. I do also love and adore, your tercets. But in what serves as a couplet, you could, possibly, more fully serve its tension, if only in the solitary eyes of this spectator, by positioning the placement of an ellipsis mark after the words "stop," or "suspension," either would work. But I semantically cotton towards. You stop, suspended . . . still frozen in tim...
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