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Damn, well, again I can not say that I ask...
Here, at the end of your pastry is the answers to your questions:
1. So it is clear that GOOD poets MB. poetry is not very much. But. that you brought, it is still unknown where taken after death has a way to publikovat ALL know how they do these verses belonged, where he read and did good. It's not a debate - it is really NOT known. Trail. to the floor. sob. Op. could enter Cho current no hitting, just to pay tribute to and perpetuate the immortality.
2. I have Tarkovsky (Arseny, if you're closer to silver. century) generally only TWO verses like (write at night, probably inaccurately, then you'll understand): hanging On the wall lady, on glass slides fly... And you have one good weapon in your house? and summer is over like it never happened.... ONLY these two I'm ready to call him a genius... And Cho (what makes sense) to cause others to dig in the drafts or publish (from the word public), because it is MB. failure?
3. Everyone we've mentioned KNOW how to write, which means no solid luck. I'm talking about the necessity of LEARNING and complying with these rules. (Gradually move on to the next. ques.)
4. These rules didn'T come from me and I don'T like the idea that you affirmed and Direly in his postare - say, everyone knows that...
5. I that wrote that just not all! Here so-and it's NOT known whose hands are itching and are not drawn to... (Hello, moderator!), and to pen and paper; just flows, not always. Bad are different to those that will never write as wrote mentioned (and write existing) strong poets, WHICH these norms and comply with! Well anyone try to write soblyudaya what I mentioned (I can be even another point or two I forgot) - and then we'll see. And that this is possible because a good example - read me immortal...
I've thrown a couple STIs not in order to sound smarter than everyone else or because the fame-seeking (it is clear that before this step I once lived and bases"network recognition), I wrote, not to be unfounded, so that everyone had the opportunity to throw a stone at me, in order to avoid theory. disputes with arguments a himself, and you try to teach others is easier than doing...
6. Talent pay tribute to for the (if about poetry) including the word, image and place. Here try to find is the throes of creation. Onychia all know, but it's all in me they say reason, they say, as the hand goes, (not just let him write a) SHOULD BE. Well, there is no creativity without work (and Vice versa). And even Direll without loving Shilov, said his SKILL which not everyone has. So not EVERYONE know to work and suffer in tvorchestve IT! And not to put everything on paper can endure...
7. 2Дайрель childhood is spelled without the letter C, and the context and style of presentation to the bad with the word like was not...

alllexxx, it was just a joke style if you want) as, for example, brackets instead of points and sentences with a small letter) do you think that I don't know how to spell the word childhood in the third year scholar. of the faculty? funny even))

The network will come and will not understand what to laugh and what to cry....
You somewhere wrote that their literacy happy, and was near someone poster that do not write correctly, but PLEASED with it (say, language understanding, trace. just realized...). So Complacency is not an argument and not a criterion LEVEL of something (including literacy). Any moron can be happy with themselves with their idiocy (like Uncle Bob)... Cry here.... Do you find it funny...

A girl named Marina to her birthday.

I evening dew will water the grass
The winds unruly night call
That they are, autumn leaves, fingering,
I sang in a whisper a song for you.

With this song I give the moon
Eyes unavailable sea depth,
Necklace star hidden in the night
I put gold on your shoulders.

But doubt plagued, after all, so Moon
From childhood in your hair silk woven.
What is the depth of starry skies, waves and sand
The married life is the name of the sea.

I with the free winds of the earth spread,
Thing you find worthy I wanted.
And tired of searching, in the darkness of the seas
Escaped horses violent with my song.

But when spin leaves the carnival
Know that the winds are free again, I called.
And they, as once, in the blue sky
Once again sing softly in remembrance of me.

Without many words and comments, just two words - GOOD VERSE!!!!

I decided to I have your autograph their poems,committing them to Andrew Mitya(he Beqemot),in response to hitting in a different theme.

-------Chrysler------

Our Andryusha loudly cries
In the dispute broke off then.
Loud is persecuted, he is not joking,
About Chrysler in Ibar Dude.
Screwed up like a child
Was in complete ass.
Mitin,Mitin,ETOGES,
To argue and do not know of the situation.

After a dispute at the time,
To post a stupid COP-out.
The subject of the dispute they say stupid
And not my cow.
I'm Andrew,I'm waiting for the tram,
The smartest guy I.

I ask forgiveness for all the slang in the verses prior to this are not composed.

The song of the elections

The elections today
Yes, presidential.
The fate of my country
Now solved.
The case is hard,
Is –
How long you and I,
Russia to suffer?
Who to trust
The people suffering?
And every step of it
Let it be verified.
What will happen to the Motherland
With forgiving,
Depends on
Who we choose.

Sleep

Everything is burning, everything on fire,
Screams and moans can be heard –
Again I see in my dreams
The episodes of the war.

And again I run
In the same way.
And shout: "I can
I will be able to save you!"

Distant voices,
Only they do not catch up,
But in mortal anguish
Keep looking...

Anyone... I'm alone...
And the next day again
In the wilds of this dream
Long will wander.

As for the grip head,
From the breast a little moan
Someone whispers the words:
"It was just a dream!"

Remember the night I met you,
The emerald freshness of Savannah,
As played us the melody of the sea surf
About a beautiful far country.
The air was pure as spring water,
And the sunset of the waves mixed with blood.
You said, "Look, lit star!"
That star was our love.

More you don't come,
But I'm not sorry
Even the heart almost hurts.
Only a slight trembling,
When sharp steel
The wrist softly glides.

And we can't back down –
Burned all the bridges...
To the end there is a little.
Cut off the thread
In the last line,
And I can relax.

Vot! You can criticize all mine! People like! In local Newspapers I'm in print! You know - totally weird! But life is such - itself will not praise, nobody praises! They are different - about love, about politics, about feelings. In them all I! Solution! Assess! Someone let's throwing stones, someone sighs admiringly: I would like that! I'm not afraid of criticism, I already poslushalas! All right! Enough! Someone like you can still write!

chatgirl, good poems) I liked it)
alllexxx, I and literacy to argue with you not going) and I don't really understand what you wanted to say and how is that relevant to my style)) I just thought that, as I write, it is possible to understand that this is a style, not ignorance of grammar (for example, the words childhood) so I laughed at your comments)

Hey Mike! (sorry) And I'm publicly apologized, and you....

Michael tried to laugh,
Me to did,
Only Mish do not hurry,
For myself, you be ashamed!

Someone who loves to laugh,
Over the other to be dispersed,
The simple blank dunce,
That bonnet bought by weight!

Continue Mishan don't forget!
Spark blow out stupidity,
And neither will fan the fever
In it and welded – not sorry!

Or do you think that a whale?!
Everybody hack this!
Let your nose,
To cut that would not have grown!
More than not see,
And that bite in the dirt! It's a shame!...

Oh Mitin,Mitin....Would you even in poetry the meaning invested,and then you have just a bunch of words to rhyme.

I used the same could and about your creation to write! But my how times have and especially for You Micah!

What I missing the point? Purely about you,about how you fucked up with Chrysamere,drove on this topic not Detski,and about your stupid excuse.And here is your verse,just a set of words where the meaning is barely visible.

Then go to the class 3 - let's learn to sign in rifmovannyy words meaning.

Micah behaved like a stupid boy
No my poems don't make sense grammercy,
Building, building of themselves, and asked the little minds,
On Mechanicka drink, this most – Wheaties!

Dismantle your poem,especially for you,whatever questions....

Michael tried to laugh,
Me at izgalyatsya-------Where I tried thee to laugh? I think I wrote my verse is a response to your post....

Only Mish do not hurry,
For myself, you be ashamed!-----I'm in no hurry...It's time. And secondly, my poem,no more than an easy joke,compared to your accident in another thread...And who among us needs to be ashamed of?


Someone who loves to laugh,
Over the other to be dispersed,
The simple blank dunce,
That bonnet bought by weight!--------First,explain rassohnutsyawhich carries the meaning of that word? And shapchenko bought weight,in General full delirium,the meaning is completely absent.

Continue Mishan don't forget!
Spark blow out stupidity,
And neither will fan the fever
In it and welded – not sorry-------this verse is not explained,what is my spark of stupidity.Based on this,the second part of the verse,do not carry any meaning.

Or do you think that a whale?!
Everybody hack this!
Let your nose,
To cut that would not have grown!
More than not see,
And that bite in the dirt! It's a shame------first all in a row hack....Who is? And that means more than not seeyou Pushkin fucking?

damn, with tocks of view of the construction of verse in Mijas better) as linguist say) and the sense of Mijas perhaps a little more)