To The Whore Who Took My Poems Comments

My most poignant and treasured Christmas gift, given to me by my mother, was a collection of my poetry journals, gone missing (after loaning them to a friend to read) ... tracked down, recovered and presented back to me. It was an exhausting search my mother undertook...And such a loving gesture that time could never erase. poetry come home, , , ,

Only Bukowski could write a poem like this! Excellent!

o poet, I offer you a great salute. excellent.

Hello your such a wonderful poet. Hope you to be my friend. Im already a fan of you. Thanks

next time take my left arm or a fifty but not my poems: I'm not Shakespeare but sometime simply there won't be any more, abstract or otherwise; there'll always be mony and whores and drunkards down to the last bomb, A very nice poem. Thank you poet.

Ahh yes! writing from experience is poetry in its purest form! !

wow i'm inspired truly great piece

Sometimes you forget a poem as fast as you wrote it.

I can't imagine how I will feel if someone stole my poetry booklet. I am happy to only imagine and not to experience it

Buk! Although I admit not being an avid accolador of your verse...I like this...Can ya' 'ere me now, Buk? ! I said, I LIKE THIS PARTICULAR POEM OF YOURS...Furthermore, if this be a true life storyline, I owe ya more reads as I thought I knew a good deal 'bout your life, but never knew 'bout the hijacking uv yer' quillings....BTW: Last 3 lines, unfortunately...all too true...10-4 Buk! ~FjR~

chinaski you are missed...

from the heart and guts.the only poem i've ever given a 10 to on here.And the image of God crossing his legs and lamenting the lack of poetry, is one that will live with me and very apt.

Stealing poetry is the same as destroying it, it's as much a part of you as anything else. An great poem, brilliantly written.

I love the way he wrote this. It's really good.

This is a great poem. I have a similar feeling towards my own work.