The sins of the fathers revisited upon the children? Interesting take.

Always interesting to get into the mind of the artist. Well done.. though it is more prose than poetry still a nicely written bit.

Sometimes the unplanned 'weed' is the most beautiful bit in the garden.

Hey, I think I finally understood this. Nice one!

Nicely worded aliteration of the masks of public vs. private persona.

I have to vote for jstro this time too. More people did not enter because it is very difficult and I think some of us are not neccessarily sure what all bits are adverbs.

Not to steal Ms. Rowlings thunder, but I have found that my all time favorite childrens books are those in the series Junie B. Jones. Written from the perspective of a five year old, funny and all have a hidden moral... divining the moral is the trick!

Living in the land of 3 hours from anywhere, this phenomenon of the overnight wait for anything is something I have yet to witness. What is amazing, is that Ms. Rowling has captured the imagination and, if I may say the hearts, of a generation with her fantasy. Though often touted as diabolic... how could it not be? Anything that ensares the mind and creates a desire to read must be indeed from the nether regions. After all reading is one of the seven deadly sins is it not? (tongue planted firmly in cheek!) Congratulations Jon, it is said that the Bard also had learning problems and was probably dyslexic. And look where that took him! Onward to immortality!

I have come, the pilgrim said, to see the Holy One; though some rain would be just as good, 'cuz I question all and nothing gets done, and besides, I was in the neighborhood." Abashed, the master stood head bowed, and contemplated his navel, and knowing the journey begins right now, showed him the road to travel. Incensed, the pilgrim gnashed his teeth, And cried, "Throw out your laurel! A master must succor his flock at his feet, not give them the boot with no moral!" Still, the master stood eyes running, in his weary silent contemplation, "Have a good trip and thanks for coming, and thanks again for the recommendation." "I curse you! cries the pilgrim now, You're not holy, you're only a presumptuous fraud! Some miserable mindless form of Holy Chao!" Then he wanders away to find some other God.

Had to read this piece yet again, and still not sure how I feel about it other than sad. If you are looking for technical advice, I am not the one to give it... but it is beautiful.

A few of your alliterations throw me off guard, like how can hard and unyielding flesh rise and fall like the crest of an ocean... but all in all an interesting piece that demands thought. One thought S2 L6 could read 'such scenes of light and deception.'

A B C D E F G.. made myself a pot of tea, H I J K.. then I drank it all away. L M N O P.. Must have been all that tea. Q R S T U V.. W X Y.. caffeine assures there will be NO ZZZZZZZZ

Just simply beautiful. One cool thing about poetry, unless you are entering a contest in which things have to be techinically perfect, it is so much a personal expression that no one can find too much to complain about. A window other than the eyes into the soul of a person. Glad you came and joined us!

interesting.. I think ... well maybe. This one would not be a cake walk so I think I will try it.

Heh, just how many entries are we allowed? An Ode to At'rosity There's a giant pink bunny on the web tonight, In the naked Vicky scheme of things, Oh look, boobs! Koshini must die is the scheme of the anti-sprite, diaper brown makes the eye scream! Oh look, boobs!