Thursday, January 19, 2012

What do you think of my poem? : )?

Please don't leave trite comments like "it's good" or "it sucks" tell me why it sucks or why it's good and what you like/dislike about it, what I could do to improve, where it needs work, where it succeeds etc etc. Thank you for you time and consideration. Much love to all my fellow poets out there.



(Title)

ODE TO MY CABLE NEWS NETWORK WRITTEN WHILE WATCHING THE $1500 TAX CREDITED SUNSET FOR ONLY A WINK FROM MY NEW WINDOW FRESHLY INSTALLED BY BOB, JIM, AND DALE AT VINYL REPLACEMENT WINDOWS %26amp; PATIO DOORS BY VISTA



(POEM)

Oh! The passion that lurks within the misty wood, Where milky white, blushing lilies giggle sweetly in whose golden cups bees dream as they should, Ecstasy in its highest most hallowed form! Cherry red Blossoms burst fitfully amongst humble underbrush like ballerinas begging to perform, Full of youth (times stubborn yet doomed foe) and innocence (son of sin) mad like frenzied schoolchildren drunk with the glory of dreamy afternoons Napping beside the towering oak-trees blending in deep maroons who like golden gods provide awe and inspiration thundering like typhoons! On whose craggy cadaver green dews drip sighing for the sun and adding to the scattered perfume oriental palaces outdone with inviting cushions of velvet fantasy, In the damp chestnut coolness the lark steals a glance from the bowing branch poised with ghostly silence, The crow envious of all cracks the air stiff with brooding nightly presence, While the rejected moon high in heaven impatient as the wind attempts a lonely grin spilling silvered lust upon the damp heavy earth. Ah! This land of Skyscrapers built from and for love, for the singing dove honey dove! Why go back to the thoughtless price tagged globe constructed and shoved with sinful hands for greedy demands, our fading empires becoming wastelands this dank rollback muck of prices, clanking metal, rusted steel locomotives roaring, I hear an old fuzzy recording of broken industrial tongues while you and I squirm and writhe searching for some kind of romance amongst eggplant inspirations longing for your heart amongst the dirty cigaretted Dorito neighborhood streets grey and coarse where yellow and dim lay the markets past the sad blue automobiles next to freshly mown stinking grass, and neatly trimmed gardens performing for neighborhood contests, antennas like maggots on corpses line the houses on our block, our windows tightly closed, curtains frightfully shut for the black sunset, skeletons wobble a single daisy I saw with a dead fly in her ear, a child weeping from the bluest of eyes an oozing soggy petroleum tear while his mother comforts him so “it’s only a dream you have nothing to fear”What do you think of my poem? : )?
Sort of confused. I liked it. I'm not one to judge poems though. I liked it. %26amp; I don't get why isn't there any stanzas? Anyways I thought it was nice because it was very descriptive at first I didn't understand. Then as I read on I began to understand it more. :)What do you think of my poem? : )?
ahh it's all mushed together and I have a shorter than short attention span. Put it in lines and i'll read it k?

Some crappy poetry huh?

ODE TO MY CABLE NEWS NETWORK WRITTEN WHILE WATCHING THE $1500 TAX CREDITED SUNSET FOR ONLY A WINK FROM MY NEW WINDOW FRESHLY INSTALLED BY BOB, JIM, AND DALE AT VINYL REPLACEMENT WINDOWS %26amp; PATIO DOORS BY VISTA - written by a poet who didn't even know it.



Oh! The passion that lurks within the misty wood, Where milky white, blushing lilies giggle sweetly in whose golden cups bees dream as they should, Ecstasy in its highest most hallowed form! Cherry red Blossoms burst fitfully amongst humble underbrush like ballerinas begging to perform, Full of youth (times stubborn yet doomed foe) and innocence (son of sin) mad like frenzied schoolchildren drunk with the glory of dreamy afternoons Napping beside the towering oak-trees blending in deep maroons who like golden gods provide awe and inspiration thundering like typhoons! On whose craggy cadaver green dews drip sighing for the sun and adding to the scattered perfume oriental palaces outdone with inviting cushions of velvet fantasy, In the damp chestnut coolness the lark steals a glance from the bowing branch poised with ghostly silence, The crow envious of all cracks the air stiff with brooding nightly presence, While the rejected moon high in heaven impatient as the wind attempts a lonely grin spilling silvered lust upon the damp heavy earth. Ah! This land of Skyscrapers built from and for love, for the singing dove honey dove! Why go back to the thoughtless price tagged globe constructed and shoved with sinful hands for greedy demands, our fading empires becoming wastelands this dank rollback muck of prices, clanking metal, rusted steel locomotives roaring, I hear an old fuzzy recording of broken industrial tongues while you and I squirm and writhe searching for some kind of romance amongst eggplant inspirations longing for your heart amongst the dirty cigaretted Dorito neighborhood streets grey and coarse where yellow and dim lay the markets past the sad blue automobiles next to freshly mown stinking grass, and neatly trimmed gardens performing for neighborhood contests, antennas like maggots on corpses line the houses on our block, our windows tightly closed, curtains frightfully shut for the black sunset, skeletons wobble a single daisy I saw with a dead fly in her ear, a child weeping from the bluest of eyes an oozing soggy petroleum tear while his mother comforts him so “it’s only a dream you have nothing to fear”Some crappy poetry huh?
AAGHHH!!!!! GET THIS PUBLISHED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i would like to hear more of what you write you are so inspiring!



email me more at

ryansusskin@yahoo.com

and yes i am a female if wondering lolSome crappy poetry huh?
Well, to answer you, yes I read something crappy nowSome crappy poetry huh?
hi Omar Y, the bit about the moon's lonely grin was good. we read the rest as well.

and recommend not taking any more whateever before driving

or going back to work

write on, quite gonzo we think...................

Thoughts on US Masterpiece Starscream transformer?

For those who don't know, Takara, the company that handles Transformers in Japan, has a toy line called "Masterpiece", which is focused on recreating popular Generation 1 Transformers characters with modern toy technology, resulting in excellent quality toys with detailed alternate modes and impressive articulation. So far, they have produced Optimus Prime, Starscream, and a Megatron that turns into an accurate Walther p-38 pistol like he used to. The US has only seen Masterpiece Optimus Prime, marketed as "20th anniversary Edition". Megatron will never come to the states for obvious reasons, but we're finally getting MP Starscream! It will be a Wal*Mart exclusive, and presented in G1 colors as opposed to the greenish gray of the Japanese release.



Japan release

http://seibertron.com/toys/gallery.php?i鈥?/a>



US Release

http://images2.wikia.com/transformers/im鈥?/a>



It's $60 as compared to roughly $150-200 at various toy sites and eBay. What are your thoughts on this toy?Thoughts on US Masterpiece Starscream transformer?
I like it. I'm not a fan of Hasbro and that's why I've only bought Masterpiece and Binaltech figures made by Takara via BigBadToyStore.com. However, I may purchase the Wal-Mart exclusive Masterpiece Starscream from Hasbro. I like that it mimics the color scheme of the G1 figure. By the way, your second link doesn't work, but I didn't need it anyway. I know what the Hasbro Starscream looks like, having seen it on the news section of Seibertron.com. BigBadToyStore.com will apparently carry this figure too.



http://www.bigbadtoystore.com/bbts/produ鈥?/a>

Care to comment on my poem? Anything you have to say is appreciated.?

ODE TO MY CABLE NEWS NETWORK WRITTEN WHILE WATCHING THE $1500 TAX CREDITED SUNSET FOR ONLY A WINK FROM MY NEW WINDOW FRESHLY INSTALLED BY BOB, JIM, AND DALE AT VINYL REPLACEMENT WINDOWS %26amp; PATIO DOORS BY VISTA

(TITLE)



Oh! The passion that lurks within the misty wood, Where milky white, blushing lilies giggle sweetly in whose golden cups bees dream as they should, Ecstasy in its highest most hallowed form! Cherry red Blossoms burst fitfully amongst humble underbrush like ballerinas begging to perform, Full of youth (times stubborn yet doomed foe) and innocence (son of sin) mad like frenzied schoolchildren drunk with the glory of dreamy afternoons Napping beside the towering oak-trees blending in deep maroons who like golden gods provide awe and inspiration thundering like typhoons! On whose craggy cadaver green dews drip sighing for the sun and adding to the scattered perfume oriental palaces outdone with inviting cushions of velvet fantasy, In the damp chestnut coolness the lark steals a glance from the bowing branch poised with ghostly silence, The crow envious of all cracks the air stiff with brooding nightly presence, While the rejected moon high in heaven impatient as the wind attempts a lonely grin spilling silvered lust upon the damp heavy earth. Ah! This land of Skyscrapers built from and for love, for the singing dove honey dove! Why go back to the thoughtless price tagged globe constructed and shoved with sinful hands for greedy demands, our fading empires becoming wastelands this dank rollback muck of prices, clanking metal, rusted steel locomotives roaring, I hear an old fuzzy recording of broken industrial tongues while you and I squirm and writhe searching for some kind of romance amongst eggplant inspirations longing for your heart amongst the dirty cigaretted Dorito neighborhood streets grey and coarse where yellow and dim lay the markets past the sad blue automobiles next to freshly mown stinking grass, and neatly trimmed gardens performing for neighborhood contests, antennas like maggots on corpses line the houses on our block, our windows tightly closed, curtains frightfully shut for the black sunset, skeletons wobble a single daisy I saw with a dead fly in her ear, a child weeping from the bluest of eyes an oozing soggy petroleum tear while his mother comforts him so “it’s only a dream you have nothing to fear”Care to comment on my poem? Anything you have to say is appreciated.?
Unless the point of the poem is to look like a block of random text, I would suggest line breaks.
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  • Simple last question about Change in surplus?

    Graph = http://img104.imageshack.us/my.php?image=3staticgraphzf5.gif



    3.1. Area A represents the consumer surplus when the market price is _______.

    A. $60



    B. $100



    C. $80



    D. $120



    What does area B (the gray shaded area) represent?



    A. Total consumer surplus when the market price is $80



    B. The change in total consumer surplus when the market price changes from $80 to $60



    C. Total consumer surplus when the market price is $60



    D. The change in total consumer surplus when the market price changes from $40 to $60Simple last question about Change in surplus?
    C

    B



    COnsumer surplus is teh area under the demand curve but above the price. If a producer sold/auctioned each unit one by one, then they would get the whole area under the demand curve. (First sell to Alan, then second unit to Paul...) But since the same price applies to all, consumers who'd be willing to pay more enjoy a surplus.

    Hence when price is 80, consumer surplus is area A, with Alan, Paul, Perkin and Kristen buying and enjoying surplus.

    And C



    When price falls, surplus increases as current customers get lower prices, and new customers are buying (they also have some surplus). That is, Brian can now buy, adn his surplus is the little square for the 5t unti sold and a height of 20. The erst of the grey aer go to Alan, Paul, Perkin and Kristen.

    Answer BSimple last question about Change in surplus?
    C $80



    B. The change in total consumer surplus when the market price changes from $80 to $60Simple last question about Change in surplus?
    C. $80



    B. The change in total consumer surplus when the market price changes from $80 to $60

    Are you happy we have peace in Iraq? Isn't this wonderful?

    66 killed in car bombing at Baghdad market By KIM GAMEL, Associated Press Writer....

    BAGHDAD,.. Iraq - A parked car bomb exploded at a popular outdoor market Saturday in a Shiite slum in Baghdad, killing at least 68 people and wounding dozens, authorities said. It was the bloodiest attack to hit Iraq since the death of terror leader Abu Musab al-Zarqawi.



    The blast, which occurred around 10 a.m. when the Sadr City market was packed with shoppers, destroyed the stalls where food and clothes are peddled and sent up a plume of gray smoke. Flames shot out the windows of several scorched cars. The American Military was seen running away in fear.Are you happy we have peace in Iraq? Isn't this wonderful?
    I distictly remember our very own King George the II interrupting my tv programming to let me know that the war in Iraq was over and we won. Yet nothing changed. Why did I miss my shows just so he could lie to us again and send our young men and wonem to their deaths?
    Just more justification for the coalition forces to stay and help the newly free elected government to build their security forces to combat these terrorist. You may think you sound clever, but you missed the mark entirely. Note to terrorist......if you want the coalition gone, then you need to figure out a peaceful co-existence with the current free elected government of Iraq. You are the only ones that are keeping us there.Are you happy we have peace in Iraq? Isn't this wonderful?
    well its hard to police the world without much help from these other countries
    Peace in Iraq???? Did i fall asleep and miss something???Are you happy we have peace in Iraq? Isn't this wonderful?
    if you call this peace then please go bye a dictionary and look up the work peace.



    a military wife
    since when better watch news more
    The American military was not seen running away in fear. Why do you add lies to the end of news articles you rehash here in Yahoo!Answers?
    If you're angry about the situation in Iraq, and you have a monologue, aren't there more appropriate ways to express your views than with a false "question" in Yahoo Answers? Have you tried writing letters to your newspaper editors, at least?
    It will never end, not now or 10 years from now.



    So why not just get out now and save our lives.



    We did a good job, but time to leave.
    http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20060701/ap_o鈥?/a> This makes me jump with joy "not"
    You are a booger eating moron.
    You need to send this to Bush. He might care, we don't.
    Nobody's fault but the disease of the world - terrorists!
    Its great to have peace and it would be even better to have our soldiers home









    GOD BLESS OUR SOLDIERS
    ******** Pig!

    Puma shoes help???..

    here are the shoes i want. go on zoom and go to the 4th one down the dark grey ones.

    http://www1.store.puma.com/WelcomeAction鈥?/a>



    those are the ones i want but i cant buy them on this site.

    can anyone find a site for me where i can order them pleaassee !

    best answer gets full points!

    thank you so muchPuma shoes help???..
    u can buy them from that site

    here are ur shoes!:

    http://www1.store.puma.com/CategoryDirec鈥?/a>Puma shoes help???..
    It goes to the welcome page of the Puma page. You'll have to give better directions to find the shoes.