Aram Stefanian

Rookie - 139 Points (20 Nov.1950 / Yerevan, Armenia)

Aram Stefanian Poems

441. Way Out 5/6/2007
442. Nobody's Son 6/20/2007
443. The Seer 7/10/2007
444. Como Olvidar? 7/11/2007
445. 7 Deadly Sins 7/11/2007
446. Fallen Angel 12/13/2005
447. Ye Gods! 11/12/2007
448. When Darkness Falls 11/24/2008
449. Elm Street Revisited 2 (To Amanda Krueger) 12/1/2008
450. Point Of No Return 11/15/2005
451. Barrel Fever 11/19/2005
452. Astral Ancestry 3/24/2007
453. Angel For A Day 5/29/2008
454. Buddy (To Evan Dando) 11/12/2007
455. Sueño 4/24/2007
456. Pcp 3/24/2007
457. Demon Hunter 7/24/2007
458. Afraid Of Never Knowing Fear (To Frances Bean Cobain) 2/23/2007
459. The Light 11/26/2006
460. Mother Nature 9/27/2005
461. Misogynist 6/25/2005
462. Angel Dust 4/9/2005
463. Adios Muchachos (From Book Angeles Rebeldes Y Demonios Extranjeros) 7/3/2005
464. Chill Out 2/12/2005
465. Fake Book 5/21/2005
466. Priest 5/3/2005
467. Tyrant 5/1/2005
468. Sleeping Beauty 1/8/2005
469. Shards 1/7/2005
470. Paper Garbage 4/20/2005
471. Land Of The Dead 9/14/2005
472. Nine, Ten, He's Back Again...(To Wes Craven) 7/31/2005
473. 999 1/24/2006
474. Winter Mornings 11/22/2005
475. Goose Egg 2/15/2005
476. Angel Soul (In Memory Of Sharon Tate) 1/8/2005
477. Jeepers Creepers 12/28/2004
478. Sudden Death 1/18/2005
479. Tv Freak 6/11/2005
480. Git (Geeks In Town) 11/8/2005

Comments about Aram Stefanian

  • Rev. Dr. A. Jacob Hassler (2/16/2005 8:03:00 AM)

    well, i'll tell you Aram: the ability to put two lines together and make them rhyme does not a poet make you. then again, you're already strides ahead of most of the posters to this site. you've got your roots. grow from them.

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  • Michael Witkowski (2/12/2005 8:13:00 AM)

    After a brief indigestion thanks to your poems, i have changed my mind as to your poetry- it is revolting, unimaginative, sex-obsessed, contains too many swear words but too little quality. Your lines have always a broken rhythm- seem more like a sequence of cunning cool cut cliched phrases strung together that are meant to shock & disgust.

  • Michael Witkowski (2/12/2005 7:51:00 AM)

    Hello Aram,
    I am sorry to note that you are flooding this site with your creations. I appreciate them, however i would like to see fresh poems by other persons too. You crowd out all that's not yours.

  • Graham Leese (2/12/2005 7:31:00 AM)

    Your poems are hedonistic lucid dreams, and paint the most potent pictures. I am glad you post in bulk as i wouldnt want to miss your talent, from now on i'm an avid reader of your work.
    Warmly,
    Graham

  • Herbert Nehrlich1 (2/12/2005 7:06:00 AM)

    While I won't join the previous correspondent in his praise of your talent (I find it rather moderate) I do agree that you need to find another outlet for your work.
    This site is not for people who flaunt their stuff and crowd out others.
    H

  • Michael Shepherd (2/12/2005 6:24:00 AM)

    Hey Aram, don't knock all the rest of us off the window with your undoubted talent..I'd rather read one poem from you carefully each day than scroll through so many without care...so I guess would others. Best wishes.

Best Poem of Aram Stefanian

Angels And Demons (To Kurt Cobain) From Book: Angeles Rebeldes Y Demonios Extranjeros

I wonder what compelled you to take the Dutch act?
An O.D. on number three, thirteen or eight?
A suicidal soul gets no access to heaven, yet it's intact.
How come you really blew it by the kiss of death?
Even if sound travels slower than light,
Music can deeply penetrate into the galaxy.
SMELLS LIKE TEEN SPIRIT will put down the eternal night.
What kind of jury found us guilty of heterodoxy?
I don't subscribe to the view that demons write a tune:
They're knee-deep in own humdrum infernal chores.
It's only angels who are to misery and pain immune
Stand ...

Read the full of Angels And Demons (To Kurt Cobain) From Book: Angeles Rebeldes Y Demonios Extranjeros

A Sucker's Life

We were dead-end kids in the City of God,
We had enough street smarts to mug and kill.
And when the walking wounded were choking on blood,
We took our time to pick up our heaters and chill.
We needed more C to get over the cocaine blues,
We heisted the street pushers and took dinero and grass,
We formed our juvie gang of junk pushers, but were bad news,
The pigs busted many of us and nailed to a cross.
We fired up, and then set fire to the pig heaven,

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