i wrote it. i would really appriciate some criticism. what can i say? when i'm in love, i write. when i'm in like, i write. when i'm in dislike, i write. when i'm in hate, i write. ahem. here goes: the love song of a giantess i’ve lived my live by being too tall too imperfect to be good at anything too loose-ankled to jump, to sprint too nasal-voiced to sing too nearsighted to go without glasses too shy to be torn from my books too rebellious to get good grades too ugly to be a recipiant of looks but now i’ve grown in sense and i’ve even begun a couple of itches but nothing changes what was before i’ll never be the queen of bitches i’ve since put hours of careful thought into every imperfection of my face and made myself the very picture of loveliness to myself, if not for the rest of the human race i’ve put restrictions on myself down to limiting what i say but nobody seems to listen they don’t care anyway i’ve tried to make myself perfect from a simple grain of sand to a pearl but no matter what i try to do i still seem to make guys hurl but still i keep on going a victim of my height nobody can ever tell me how to be released from my plight every time i fall in crush i think i know what’s right to do but every time again again my heart is torn in two i’ve tried by asking him out by leaving handwritten pleas but they don’t see, they don’t guess from the giantess, they always flee i try to talk myself out of it ‘cause i know i have no chance of ever possibly winning one round in the game of romance i know this sounds kinda funny in a poem, even though it’s ordinary for me bet’cha that you didn’t know please, please give me a chance even if you only come up to my chin because if not, i’ll go and cry and wonder what might’ve been i know that eventually i’ll stand up and wipe away my tears after my cry because as yoda always said “do or do not, there is no try” i know with all this rambling you probably think i’m a silly goose well, i am. you never know about me when my words are on the loose so i think i’ll draw to a close after i finish the next stanza unless you think you’d do me a favor and shoot me with a panzer so now i have only three more lines two, to present my plea so here goes: chris? would you like to do something with me? is this cheesy enough, or should i add some more swiss?

I enjoyed this stanza, pez: "i’ve tried to make myself perfect from a simple grain of sand to a pearl but no matter what i try to do i still seem to make guys hurl"

Asking someone to comment on your poetry is like asking someone if they think your kids are good-looking. But I'll do it. Do you consider cheesiness good, in this case? Because your meter is inconsistent, which normally would be a bad thing, but if you're going for cheese, then it's great.

One word, long :-)

well, nothing else seemed to work. i usually don't go for rhyme. usually it's rhythm ("i've got rhythm, i've got music, i've got my man who can ask for anything more?") or texture. but i started out with "i try to talk myself out of it/‘cause i know i have no chance/of ever possibly winning /one round in the game of romance" so i haaaaaad to rhyme. i've already made a handwritten copy to maybe give to him. but i don't know. i scare myself.

i'm not going to chat about my other poetry. like the mistake of mixing translation with original language, or my unrhymed, unmetered poem that went on for like 54 lines. i would like to have better meter, but it's hard for me. oh well. that's what i get for writing a long poem in half an hour.

Pezzzy, poetry is in the heart. As far as I am concerned, there is no correct meter. You write what you feel. If people like it, good for them. If people do not like it, good for them!

i thought it sucked. if you gave it to me, i'd try to get you into bed and then dump you. do you like anal sex?

What's wrong with long poems? I liked your poem. It was funny and sweet and will probably make Chris laugh if you give it to him. (Laugh in a good way.) Meter isn't hard, it just takes effort. And no one said the first draft had to be the last draft. Not to say that you should fix the meter in your poem. Do whatever you want.

thank you. i have an announcement to make: after three years and nearly 250 poems, i have come to a conclusion: i am addicted to poetry! writing, reading, archiving, revising and then there's composing verse to scare silly people who don't realize that poetry can be about anything. i wanna eat your head.

Poetry is whatever you want it to be. Don't ever feel like you HAVE to do something. The rhyme, for example. For me, the rhyme feels forced. I was in a class where we did nothing but write poetry and write very detailed critiques of each other's poetry, the rewrite our own, etc... The main things that I learned there were that rhyme and meter are WAY overrated. My best poems had neither. I agreet that it's a tad long. It wouldn't hurt to slim it down a bit. I LOVE the Yoda quote. If you want a detailed critique, I'll give you one, but it would just seem mean to spout one out. I liked it, though. Also, there's something very special about having a poem written about/to you. I imagine if this guy is worth your time at all, he'll really appreciate it.

HMMMMM

nate, i thought you were engaged. never tried it. there's many things i haven't tried. yikes!

for some reason, i am very tempted to put "hermaphrodite" as part of my email addy. i've never been on the receiving end of very much criticism. i'd love to have some. hell, if i'm ever going to be published, i need some. now. thanx.

Pez, you kinda turn me on. in a wierd way

i do that to people. sometimes. i once made out with a guy i'd known for about four hours. i'd never been kissed before, so i didn't stop him. it felt like being licked by a dog and he wasn't too good at shaving. i managed to avaid him until he gave up.

i am engaged. anal sex isn't cheating. besides, it wasn't an offer, it was a critique.

ah. sorry i took it the wrong way thanx for the crit.

I'm sure her future poetry will me much improved due to your inspired criticisms, nate.

i'm sure by now that the force of 237 poems printed out individually along with an index and secured in a binder would be a formidible force to find shoved up your ass.

I would pay real money to see that.

I'm wondering if Nate has met his match.

oh, and i loved the poem, it made me laugh, and laughter is a good thing.

I think he has

i doubt it. we'll see after i plumb her rectum.

I thought you were not talking physical...plumbing. And why fuck somone up the ass just because she write poems? FUCK YOU, YOU ASS.....

We always let Nate fuck us up the ass,it is a Sorabji initiation thing...don' t tell anyone outside of here.

I just want to state for the record...that I never got my official welcome. I'm still pouting over it. I think my derriere is perfectly suitable. Is it because I'm Australian? Because I don't kill turkeys for thanksgiving? Every time I read someone else getting the ass fucking that should rightly have been mine...I just want to cry. And don't even bother now...it's too late...(heart-rendering sobs)

shit, cat. all those nakeys you sent me were frontal.. how am i supposed to fuck an ass i can't see?

well i also escaped the natewelcomewagonpenisassfucking. so prehaps he just doesnt like us southern hemisphere girls. altho he did send me a naked picture. i am still wondering if it was him.

I love it when you play hard to get Nate mate! But you know that, don't you? Hey Pez, on the subject of playing hard to get...don't give that boy the poem. I'm presuming you haven't even had a date yet, right?? You need to play it a bit cooler. Boys scare easy when confronted with too much emotion up front. Especially if he's not feeling the same way. Be gentle with him at first and don't overwhelm him or he'll be bolting across the paddock like a scared roo. Wait at least until you've locked lips...then he'll be lapping up your verse and begging for more.

Damn it Moonit! I knew there was discrimination against us southern belles. It's just cause we can spell properly and only have to go down on one knee to greet our head of state. But what did you do to get a nekkid pic of Nate? Now I'm jealous...forward that pic across the Tasman pretty please.

I wonder if I still have it. If not he also sent it to Gee. Whats yer email addy there cobber?

Maaaaate...You're true blue! Sent it to Gee too heh...he is such the slut! And if you have any nekkid pics of Antigone, they'd be mightily appreciated. I'm good for Patrick's...they're already plastered all over my ceiling...it was a bit tricky cutting Nico out tho. (p.s. Did you see Nate's thread: "I wish you were - sending me a pic of my cock)

No i only have Nate. I think one of Swine would be nice to add to the collection.

Excuuuuse me, Cat? From whence comes this ardor for my nekkidness, hmmmm?

Oh, nad great poem, Pez. It's not too long. Very readable. And, it's supposed to be about giantness, after all...

Anti..My secret passion for your nekkidness has been brewing for some time...spilling over like foam from a middy of Fosters. Now ain't that purdy and romantic?

Nate never sent me any naked pictures. :~( He never harrassed my brother like he promised he would, either, the yellow bastard.

I sent him a picture of spawn,just to see if I could,it worked. I may send the picture of my ass now

nate and i arrived at roughly the same time. i never got the greeting, either. i can't remember when we even began adknowledging each other, actually. i'm going to have to wait and reread before i comment on the poem. one thing i will say is that i don't like it when people shorten words in poetry. for example: "'cause..."

agatha, you've never deserved the greeting.

well, that's not very nice. or, it is. i'm not sure which.

i have no response to that at this time

I think that was a compliment. I got my greeting from Swine, didn't I? I can't remember. sometimes I mix Swine and Nate up.

ahem. this is poetry. i didn't mean to post my writing as an excuse to start a discussion to chat about nate's cock. or anal. to answer questions: yes, i have been on dates. although not many of them, but that's not all my fault. certainly not for me being aloof (oh wait...maybe i was...) i was thinking of giving it to him...but then i decided not to. let him ask about my poetry first and practically walk into reading the poem. actually i'm thinking of starting a fanzine called "oh my god! it's YOU!" and using that as an excuse to interview him. sounds good to me, anyway.

i didnt read the poetry, no offense, just doesn't interest me. im willing to bet that I am the only sorabjite to have beared all for you freaks to see, well it wasn't FOR you per se, but you know what I mean. Meanwhile the rest of you send along pictures of birds and cocks and whatever else the you dream up..... Oh wait i think i did see a partial of agatha's boobie, but that was a picture of her and her daughter which doesn't really count and I'm really afraid of Dave, so I'll step away from that, but the others....bunch of pussies....

They don't make big enough monitors yet to do justice to pictures of my weenie, so y'all'll just have to wait.

well...sorreee! i know what sort of people work at the film developing places and i don't have a digital camera. besides, i probably wouldn't want a nekkid picture of bouncing around the internet in the first place. what if my ex got a hold of it? :eeeeeeewww: must go take shower to rid myself of that ~nasty~ thought.

Puleaze...............

dougie dont make me pull it out ...people are so uptight with their bodies......so what if your ex got a hold of it, he's seen it before right? what can he possible do to a piece of paper that has reproduction of your flesh? wank? you should be flattered. polaroid cameras cost about $25 and the film is about $1/shot......if you want to bargain shop, you can get a neato old school polaroid for cheap on ebay....anyway.....

patrick is my bestest naked advocate.

HEy! I did my part. Nate has a naked picture of me...the rest of you are all just slackers.

this is true. i got one from sem and gee, too. i'm waiting for the ass pic from J.

damn! share share share!!!!!!!!!!

my ex has something worse though...an old floppy of my poetry...which he hasn't given back to me or destroyed. i don't like my ex. he looks like a wet rat. and i still don't know if he believed in using a toothbrush.

Ooh. the stealing of the floppy full of poetry... I did that once to a girl... She got me back. Damn, I wonder what ever happened to that? Skittles and Cheese, man.

wet rat? hmmmmm would that be similar to a wet beaver? they are in the same vermin class of species right?q

During my experiment with being a hippie years ago, I lived in a rainforest at the "Rainbow Community". A mob of us, who couldn't handle living without four walls, shared this big ole house. Anyways, I was stoned and nekkid when the Mormon's came a calling. Sadly they didn't have cameras or I would have posted you a pic of me nekkid and their faces. The mormon boys were kinda sweet though and came in for tea (I put on a sarong), but they didn't want to share the bong or leave flowers for Buddha. Neither them nor us were converted, but it was a pleasant afternoon that ended with my lover and I wearing their ties, and them wearing daisy chains. Since then I've regressed to being repressed about letting strangers see me nekkid.

Look what the cat puked up!

I may have to put a marker to the ass picture,at least down the crack,It shows a little more than my ass.That was the night I was "helped"up the stairs.

The Rainbows just had a big thing right outside Missoula. Lots are still around. Then we had a Hell's Angels convention. The police were all worried about the Hell's Angels, but they were well behaved relative to the protests by the Rainbows. They managed to prove themselves less well behaved than one of the more notorious groups of troublemakers.

Nah, we just lived in a place called the "Rainbow Community", there was no organised political thing to it and we weren't called "Rainbows"... just smelly nekkid-dope-gardening cropouts. But what are the Rainbows over there? Email me and tell me more pretty please Tbone.

Whoa! hippy days, rainbows, field crops, daisy chains. Gawd, gotta run a search on 'em. Careful Cat, Graceful Cat, a hipster....I've read your FBI file, dear. Journalists. I didn't read the poetry either.

c'mon J don't do a thing, no one wants to see a censored butt shot

frankly, i'm disappointed. oh well. this hippy stuff is interesting. tell me more! tell me more!

Daniel, the FBI file is just all supposition...they never found the weapon. And Pez, sorry but I was really a fake hippie...it was just a three month bump along the road. I think Daniel is the real deal though, and can probably tell more genuine stories of hippiedom.

About the rainbows: From what I know, (not a lot) they are loose-knit group that meets every year somewhere to live in the wilderness and do hippie things. They aren't very organized, as they don't seem to have leaders. They promote peace, love, loving nature, and whatnot... In reality, they all but destroy the areas of wilderness that they choose to inhabit, and they tend to stay in whatever town is nearest the last place they gathered until the next gathering. When they chose to protest the Hell's Angels (reason unknown) they not only provoked the Bikers, but commited a great deal of violence themselves. I think it's generally agreed that they were less well-behaved than the Hell's Angels. Had this situation not arisen however, I'm sure they would have lived up to their image of peaceful living... While I was changing the oil in my car, one biked up and told me that fractals are the way to God. I think the local marijuana dealers are still trying to re-stock their inventory. I heard there was a shortage. Well, not all of them. Many of them have homes that they return to, many have real jobs and stuff...

Trivia question from the Oldster: what's the difference between "Rainbows" and "Deadheads"?? Do "suppository" and "supposition" come from the same root?

deadheads are fans of the grateful dead. actually, there was an article about what happened to some of them since jerry garcia died, in the oregonian a couple of days ago. i suppose rainbows are mostly poseurs. that's enough brainpower for now. i've got to find out how much moby tickets cost and where i can get them. and knit.

mmmm moby.

Where's Moby playing?

in portland, at the roseland. thursday, september 14th, at 8 pm. tickets cost $27.50 plus fees. turns out there's a fastixx right in the store, in electronics. i could get my tickets before my break is half over (and i only get a 10 minute break). i'm not missing moby this time!

Ooh! Hmm... (calculating) err... money... argh... Lessee... It'd be about $28 Fuel each way... the ticket... a place to stay... Damn. Someone tell him to move it to the weekend.

Il pleure dans mon coeur Comme il neige sur la ville. Or something like that. Verlaine would turn over in his grave. Anywho, it's snowing here! Not much mind you, but it's snowing. Beautiful, large, wet white flakes. I love snow. I love how everything becomes quiet and muted when it snows.

i once snowed the night before my birthday...i was so excited...but it was all melted the next morning and i had to go to school. that weekend i snowed, and my sister and i were snowbound at her best friend's house.

I hate snow. hate. passionately. detest. Cold, wet, sloppy. miserable unthaw. covers, soaks, squelches. freezing, breath gets solid and... blood stops flowing. nerves deadened, faces numb, fingers numb. Cold and miserable. Snow. makes. me angry.

There's a lot of snow here right now, and I adore it. It gets a little tiresome, but it's so wonderful to come out into this magical frozen world...

snow storm warning in effect in Toronto. maybe I'll get snowed in at work. wouldn't that be exciting? I love snow.

Everyone's excited about the snow storm here, but hell, I can't can't call it a storm if I can still see way across the street...

Hrm. We received a pamphlet today, from the management company, about what to do in case of sub-zero temperatures; leave water running, open the drawers that contain the water pipes; call the manager if your pipes freeze; schedules for snow and ice removal... It doesn't really ever get that cold in Portland, does it? These guys are just yanking my chain. God, take me back to the Valley if it starts to snow, okay?

i have SNOW on my car! (it wasn't really snowing in gresham, but it was at my house! now if it could only cancel finals....)

God its cold here... FUCK, -20 degrees... I hate Montana.

You said yesterday it was -25 and you weren't troubled...I think I prefer the snow to this endless, endless fucking mud.

I love it here in the winter,the sun is shining,the birds are singing,it doesn't snow here,would have to drive up north for that,not that I would.

i want some snow.... every has snow

i want some snow.... everyone has snow

I don't have snow anymore, I have rain, high winds, cold temperatures, and MUD.

I don't like snow,and I don't miss it,last time I was in snow was in Flagstaff and they had to pry me out of the hotel room.But I was looking at the office cam the other day and it was snowing and it looked real pretty.

My hair was long and blowing in the wind As I walked from the side street to the main street. I had my high heeled boots on And I was free.