Aram Stefanian

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

Aram Stefanian Poems

321. Faces 2/15/2005
322. Pushing Up Daisies 2/15/2005
323. Heart 1/7/2005
324. Fifth Wheel 1/7/2005
325. Halloween Night 1/7/2005
326. Love Sickness 2/12/2005
327. Night Fishing 4/19/2005
328. Getting High 4/19/2005
329. Dream 4/19/2005
330. Solitude 4/20/2005
331. Existence 1/11/2005
332. Younger Days 1/11/2005
333. Not Your Life 1/11/2005
334. Doomed (For Arthur) 1/11/2005
335. Extra Gene 4/9/2005
336. Real Gone (From Book Rebel Angels And Alien Demons) 7/5/2005
337. Chasing 1/7/2005
338. N.B.T. 2/12/2005
339. Night Riders 12/28/2004
340. Passengers 9/23/2005
341. Passageway 9/27/2005
342. In My Opinion 9/14/2005
343. Rift 9/16/2005
344. Tv Dream 9/16/2005
345. As One 9/17/2005
346. Triskaidekaphobia 9/17/2005
347. Urban Warrior 10/25/2006
348. Jennifer's Body (A Halloween Pun) 10/28/2006
349. Namaste 10/29/2006
350. Aurora Borealis 12/2/2006
351. Dying For You 12/6/2006
352. Sappy (To Kurt Cobain) 12/16/2006
353. With The Eyes Of An Angel 12/17/2006
354. Scat 12/26/2006
355. Substitute 12/26/2006
356. Back To Square One 12/31/2006
357. Brain-Fried 12/31/2006
358. Verdict 1/3/2007
359. Misguided 1/30/2007
360. The Condemned 1/30/2007

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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