On The Mississippi Comments

Or he doesn't like the place 107 of the poem on the 500 list? H

Really funny poem....come on down south and I'll take you to Lynchburg and get you a case of 'ol Jack...LOL.! I enjoyed it alot!

Matthew, this is supposed to be a fun poem. While I liked some of what you wrote and posted in the beginning other stuff of yours was not up to snuff. But, as you may have noticed, I did not point this out to you or the world. Of all the resident critics here I must say that I can do without YOUR ill-considered and unnecessarily harsh comments, your remarks about whether rhymes do me any good were also without foundation. Whether I write way too much or not and what quality the individual poems may be should be my 'problem' and mine alone. If you would look at the public acceptance of my 'creations' you may find that you have a lot to learn. So, in the future may I suggest and request that you refrain from commenting on my work unless you can do so in a civil manner and without the venom. Venom is produced by lower class animals when they are fearful. Best wishes Herbert P.S.: Are you intending to stay at this site long?

I thought it was a great story. Very nice. Sincerely, Mary

This must have taken a while to write. Nobody could write so much badly forced rhyme by accident. I liked one you wrote called 'A Prayer' which was simple in style but quite endearing. I think you write far too much, so nothing is as good as it could be. I would also suggest not making rhyme. It doesn't do you any favors. For instance, your poem 'Kill' is better for you not inserting rhyme.

Yes, a great movie and well observed similarities in thought here. Best wishes Herbert

when i hear the word deep south Mississippi i just want to hollow yippee you know i saw the movie deliverence with burt reynolds when i think of that poet who took a short break with his partner i think of banjo's and fellows who aren't a full quid which is two bucks american you know i keep seeing him playing that banjo the bloke in the movie i mean i can see the poet playing a comb with a piece of white paper as a backing, has the place changed at all anyway herbert great poem, i loved it Warm regards allan