DAVID GERARDINO

Rookie (9/19/1963)

Comments about DAVID GERARDINO

  • Ruby Root (7/13/2006 4:37:00 PM)

    David I think your poetry is facinating, unique and original. You have your own creative style. Take care.

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  • Meghan - (6/28/2006 7:24:00 PM)

    I love your poetry. The imagery is amazing and the way you write is very strange. Look forward to reading more. Good luck.

    Meghan

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  • Diana Frances (11/11/2005 7:14:00 PM)

    I just spent an hour reading through your poems, Dave. Some made me very sad, others got a belly laugh. Whichever way, though, you have major talent with the written word. The images you conjure up are remarkable. Thank you.

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  • Sapna Shamsundar (8/25/2005 10:44:00 AM)

    thank you for ur comments on my poem, i did read yours and i liked a 'child is born' its very touching in a strange sort a way

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  • Sinnaminsun Sinnaminsun (7/19/2005 10:18:00 PM)

    Hi David, lol, I am still getting use to this site. I am looking forward to reading more of your poetry. Take care :)

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  • Joe Prieto (7/5/2005 10:28:00 PM)

    your poems are very good, keep it up

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  • Michael Shepherd (4/27/2005 10:06:00 AM)

    David, you're a natural and I think you may be a genius, but I'm not sure yet...

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Best Poem of DAVID GERARDINO

A Conversation With A Friend, When Drunk

no body sleeps naked in
this place, were all sophisticated
monkeys, with ties, books and.
shirts. Even adam and eve
wore the latist styles, you
dont believe me, cheak
out the bible, and to think
it all started with that tree.

Read the full of A Conversation With A Friend, When Drunk

Hope Is Drunk

hope is drunk
thrown to the curve.
the blood that runs thrue its veins,
is poisoned by sin.
the strengh is lost by lust.
the eyes are dull and confused,
the body is weakend and weightless,
soon to be turned to clay.
hope is no longer drunk.