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Poet's Fortune Cookie

Don't rip your heart open too deep (All they'll see are the valves and the veins) Don't puke out your guts in one heap (All they'll smell is the rotten Chow Mein) Footnote: I decided to enter this as my worst poem because it really stinks and makes me want to throw up...

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Skat A

Date: 5/26/2015 3:25:00 PM

Lol, Tim....lol

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 6/30/2010 8:17:00 PM

oooh, what a picture this is, Tim!! I had to come way back here to your last page. I already saw you front page poems. Hey, you called this iambic pentameter, but iambic pentameter means "sonnet beat" The pentameter stands for five beats per line, and the iambic stands for unstress/STRESS . Which of course you repeat five times. Hope that explanation helps. LUv, Andrea

Rp Kumari

Date: 11/13/2009 11:53:00 AM

I love this! Just made me smile, thought it was quite funny, some matters of teh heart do just explode x well done love Reena

Iolanda Scripca

Date: 11/11/2009 3:11:00 PM

Interesting poem. Congratulations for being featured this week. Love, Iolanda

Veronica Joseph

Date: 11/11/2009 8:45:00 AM

congratulations....and....well done although graphic.

Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Date: 11/11/2009 3:31:00 AM

It's a poet's compulsion! Congratulations, Tim on having your poem featured this week. It holds truths and obsessions. Thanks for sharing and keep writing. Lovingly, Dane