Aram Stefanian

Rookie - 127 Points (20 Nov.1950 / Yerevan, Armenia)

Aram Stefanian Poems

121. Bad Trip 1/15/2005
122. Nation 1/15/2005
123. Ennui 1/15/2005
124. Killer Time 12/29/2004
125. Stuck 2/12/2005
126. Afterlife 2/12/2005
127. Shot In The Arm 1/11/2005
128. Double Take 3/13/2005
129. Funeral Of Death 5/24/2005
130. Sand Painting 1/15/2005
131. All Alone 1/9/2005
132. Painkiller 1/9/2005
133. Sorcerer 1/15/2005
134. Joyride 12/29/2004
135. Sunset 1/8/2005
136. Slow Down 1/8/2005
137. Dumb Questions 1/8/2005
138. Wait On Me (From Book Untitled) 2/12/2005
139. Hatred 12/28/2004
140. Bedsheets 12/28/2004
141. Engine 12/13/2005
142. The Realm Of Angels 12/20/2005
143. Amigos Y Enemigos 12/20/2005
144. Earth Revisited 12/21/2005
145. Ardent Zeal 6/15/2005
146. Someday 6/18/2005
147. Rustfree 4/20/2005
148. Dead To The World 4/20/2005
149. All Clocks 4/20/2005
150. Roundup 12/28/2004
151. Kid Inside 1/25/2005
152. Unsafe 4/6/2005
153. Discover (From Book Untitled) 2/12/2005
154. Flowers 2/12/2005
155. Boys In Blue 2/12/2005
156. One-Track Mind 2/12/2005
157. Valentines 3/13/2005
158. Bored 2/12/2005
159. The Juror 1/9/2005
160. Tormented 1/9/2005

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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