Wednesday, November 10, 2004

After The Big Tide Comments

Rating: 3.6

I wake up in the morning in a stuffy room
and slowly struggle out of bed.
As my foot steps on a long forgotten broom
and my shaky fingers light a cigarette.
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Herbert Nehrlich
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Emancipation Planz 09 December 2008

That word was 'HAPPY'...? ? ? ? 1969.. I thawt the word was 'HIPPY'.. wow.. if you rewrote it now.. tink of how epic the poem would be with all the extra flavoured additives and GMO divergences... (tinking more about it.. you probably have written it.. and I just haven't got round to reading it yet) ..: ~)

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Mahnaz Zardoust-Ahari 11 September 2005

This is so intense......It sort of remnds me of stuff I've read by Isaac Asminov...I enjoyed it!

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Pia Andersson 03 March 2005

'For after us there shall not be a so-called human, this time is past- just giant insects we have raised with DDT, with intellect and nitroblast.' Excellent work, i really love that stanza The future looks dark and pure intellect is not going to help us Your poem makes me think...is this the way we want it to be? With love Pia

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Rich Hanson 26 January 2005

I had not seen this one of yours before, Herbert. A bleak, horrific, scifi scenario, well told, and regrettably too apt to occur

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dissatified exmember 09 January 2005

Wow Thats heavy.......What a great description!

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. . 12 November 2004

All I can say to this is...Go natural! ! :)

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