Louise Bizzari

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  • Rookie long gone (4/9/2005 5:42:00 PM)

    Having read through your work tonight, there is a lot of talent on display. Ignore the Herbert's of this world, they never got anywhere and they don't want you to. God bless, and keep up the good work.

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  • Rookie Mary Nagy (3/28/2005 2:05:00 PM)

    I think it's obvious by some of your 'attention' you've received you are an enormous talent here. Some may not like the competition.....I hope you stay here at P/H and share more of your wonderful poetry. Not all people here are angry and mean. Sincerely, Mary

  • Rookie Velmar Pewee Hale Johnson (3/21/2005 1:37:00 AM)

    Louise Bizzari, wondering when you'll be posting some more of your poems?

  • Rookie Velmar Pewee Hale Johnson (3/7/2005 10:00:00 PM)

    . Louise, I like your poetry, and find it refreshing. I like a person to speak their mind as you do. Anyone can cater to a person's ego, but you tell it like it is. Never be afraid to speak your mind, no mater what others might say, and remember it isn't always the quantity of poetry one writes, but the quality of each poem that really matters. Your 13 poems are great, and even better than my 85 poems.

  • Rookie Herbert Nehrlich1 (3/4/2005 7:06:00 AM)

    Forgot to ask: Is the reason that you do not list your biography that you do not have one worth mentioning?

  • Rookie Herbert Nehrlich1 (3/4/2005 7:04:00 AM)

    I find your poetry suboptimal, your mental state questionable and your general demeanour on P/H of such pathetic juvenile anger that I am hereby inviting you to try your luck elsewhere.
    If you think that your 'poetry' will keep you here, I know you are mistaken.
    To me, you sound like a disgruntled Jew (no racial slur intended) who has not a chip on her shoulder but a load of manure of questionable origin.
    Perhaps professional help would be the thing.

A Cat

There was A Cat left in a house
Whose occupants long gone
He comes and goes
With spotted nose
To wander there alone
Through vacant rooms
He hops and zooms
No ball of thread has he
Past moldy walls

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