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  • Poetry Hound (4/14/2005 3:02:00 AM) Post reply

    This is about the fifth time Herbert has claimed he is leaving, then like acne he resurfaces yet again. I think it’s quite revealing that Open University for Complementary Medicine (in Sri Lanka) , from which Herbert “earned” his degree, has no academic standing and does not provide a proper basis for calling oneself a medical doctor. That’s not according to me. That's according to the folks at quackwatch.com. I suppose Herbert thinks they are somehow envious. See, anyone who does not genuflect toward Herbert is accused of being envious. I’m not sure what I’m supposed to be envious about, but I suppose the quackwatch folks might be envious that they wasted all that time and money going to actual medical schools when they could have gotten their degrees on the cheap like Herbert did through correspondence schools. Or maybe they’re envious that he can throw out anti-Semitic statements such as “[You]... would be called a kike in certain circles” and then absolve himself simply by SAYING he’s not being anti-Semitic. I guess we’ll have to wait until Herbert inevitably resurfaces in order to find out. I’ll just close by noting that Herbert would be called a quack in certain circles.

  • Allan James Saywell (4/14/2005 2:04:00 AM) Post reply

    i must tell you robs little poem sounds like west side story not my tip toe through the tulips, i thought about swearing then i realized there is children who come to the forum little sherbert whooops sherry little boy england
    and sonja who keeps sending me emails, wanting to marry me sonja i'm single
    i live the life of a monk, a happy monk, who is thinking of becoming a hermit
    in a bloody deep cave

  • Herbert Nehrlich1 (4/14/2005 1:49:00 AM) Post reply

    Yes, I know it is difficult to part. Just wanted to say that I am sorry you guys did not enjoy my Limerick for a Prince.
    The Prince whose birthday and deeds were being honoured put the limerick on all his websites worldwide.

  • Herbert Nehrlich1 (4/14/2005 1:40:00 AM) Post reply

    Sonja: I will not contact you again. I also will not comment on your misrepresentation of my message to you other than to say that people who alter or send messages out of context without revealing what they themselves sent before that are not worth much
    Poetryhound: I did not obtain a medical degree by 'correspondence'. No school anywhere on the globe offers these.
    I understand that you never made it out of High School.

  • Allan James Saywell (4/14/2005 1:40:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    i feel better now i'v said my prayers, i always face the south so the wind combs my hair tiptoe through the tulips
    with your darling and you
    kiss your sweetie rather
    deeply with your tongue
    like a goanna grab her
    like a spanner and twist
    lets twist again like
    we did last summer
    where did that come from rob

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  • Allan James Saywell (4/14/2005 1:22:00 AM) Post reply

    west side story rob

  • Robert Rorabeck (4/14/2005 1:07:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    What? No rumble? I came armed with a switchblade and a whirligig. Well, if no one’s gonna fight, I’m going to sing a song about the gang I just joined. You might know this one too, so join in at any time,

    When you're a Jet you're a Jet all the way
    From your first cigarette To your last dying day
    When you're a Jet let them do what they can
    You've got brothers around You're a family man
    You're never alone You're never disconnected
    You're home with your own
    When company's expected You're well-protected T
    hen you are set with a Capital J
    Which you'll never forget 'till they cart you away
    When you're a Jet you stay a Jet!
    When you're a Jet you're the top cat in town
    The Gold medal kid with the heavyweight crown
    When you're a Jet you're the swingin'est thing
    Little boy, you're a man, Little man you're a king!
    The Jets are in gear Our cylinders are clickin'
    The sharks'll steer clear 'Cause every Puerto Rican's A lousy chicken!
    Here come the Jets like a bat outta hell
    Someone gets in our way, someone don't feel so well!
    Here come the Jets! Little world, step aside!
    Better go underground! Better run, Better hide!
    We're drawing the line, So keep your nose's hidden
    We're hangin' a sign Sayes visitors forbidden And we ain't kiddin'
    Here come the Jets! Yeah! And we're gonna beat every last buggin' gang on the whole buggin' street. on the whole ever mother lovin' street! Yeah!

    I don’t know about you guys, but that makes me feel a whole lot better. Anyone for ice-cream?

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    • Poetry Hound (4/14/2005 3:10:00 AM) Post reply

      Nice one, Robert. In one of the versions of this song - I think in the original movie score - the third line is, 'When you're a jet, when the spit hits the fan' I think it works a little better.

  • Allan James Saywell (4/13/2005 10:58:00 PM) Post reply

    GOOD EVENING america how are you, i promise my next poem will not be about
    the forum it was written in a TEEPEE, while smoking a peace pipe we both spoke
    in a language known only by the chief and myself, which consists of a series
    of grunts, grunt, grunt grunt, that is just a sample

  • Allan James Saywell (4/13/2005 10:51:00 PM) Post reply


  • Andy Konisberg (4/13/2005 8:33:00 PM) Post reply

    I guess the 'peace talks' were not in vain, then: -)
    Well, it's probably no coincidence that Adolf broke every pact he ever made.
    Allan, I believe that you are a humorous person, and a capable person.
    I reserve comment on your friend.

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