Aram Stefanian

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

Aram Stefanian Poems

281. Characters 2/12/2005
282. Abductee 2 / The Host Of The Stars 11/5/2005
283. Endless, Nameless (To Kurt Cobain) 11/8/2005
284. Space Commander 11/9/2005
285. Star Allies 11/9/2005
286. Clutch 11/11/2005
287. December Night 1/11/2005
288. The 9-Th Gate 1/11/2005
289. Soldier Life 12/28/2004
290. Dream Warrior 1/11/2005
291. Savior 10/8/2005
292. Buns 12/31/2004
293. A Ton Of Bricks 1/8/2005
294. Motley Freaks 6/26/2005
295. Feel For 6/26/2005
296. Out Of Time 2/12/2005
297. Carcrash 2/12/2005
298. What's New? 2/12/2005
299. Eight Ball 1/7/2005
300. Mission 1/7/2005
301. Legions 1/11/2005
302. Met 2/12/2005
303. Looking For Love 2/12/2005
304. Incapable 2/12/2005
305. Visitor 2/12/2005
306. Time 2/12/2005
307. Dreamscape 11/15/2005
308. Grim Keeper 11/19/2005
309. Dead-End Kid 6/21/2005
310. Buried Alive 6/21/2005
311. Something Else 12/28/2004
312. Survivor 5/24/2005
313. Et 5/24/2005
314. More Than (From Book Untitled) 2/12/2005
315. Angel On My Back (From Book Rebel Angels And Alien Demons) 6/29/2005
316. Nostophobic Kid 10/11/2005
317. Orion 10/12/2005
318. The Chip 10/14/2005
319. Amazing 10/1/2005
320. Mayday 2/13/2005

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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