Aram Stefanian

Rookie - 125 Points (20 Nov.1950 / Yerevan, Armenia)

Aram Stefanian Poems

481. Shards 1/7/2005
482. Land Of The Dead 9/14/2005
483. Nine, Ten, He's Back Again...(To Wes Craven) 7/31/2005
484. 999 1/24/2006
485. Winter Mornings 11/22/2005
486. Goose Egg 2/15/2005
487. Tv Freak 6/11/2005
488. Angel Soul (In Memory Of Sharon Tate) 1/8/2005
489. Jeepers Creepers 12/28/2004
490. Sudden Death 1/18/2005
491. Git (Geeks In Town) 11/8/2005
492. Buzz-Kill 11/9/2008
493. Bad Manners 12/29/2004
494. Magic Mushrooms 8/10/2005
495. Carpe Diem 2/15/2005
496. And If You 12/28/2004
497. Meeting You 4/20/2005
498. Mib/Men In Black 12/4/2005
499. Amigos Y Enemigos 2 12/24/2005
500. Walking On Clouds 9/6/2005
501. For My Mother 4/12/2005
502. Cheaters 8/17/2005
503. With The Lights Out (To Kurt Cobain) 4/2/2005
504. Teen Spirit (For Kurt Cobain) 12/29/2004
505. Joyride 2 5/8/2005
506. An Encyclopedia Of Fear (To Ron Oliver) 6/25/2005
507. Angels And Demons (To Kurt Cobain) From Book: Angeles Rebeldes Y Demonios Extranjeros 8/6/2005

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

Natch Trip

''Hell's bells and buckets of blood! ''
That's what you blurted when you first saw me
''Are you a demon or a spirit messenger of God? ''
I said I was just an alien, and not an insidious enemy
You freaked, but I said there was no reson to run scared
My planet was dying, and I was in search of home
That earth would replace my native world I feared
You laughed and said, ''You should try San Francisco bomb
One good bang in the arm, and you'll bliss out

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