The Mods Put a Stop to Zephyr’s Antics
Who returns and rants, we think, seeks to scathe.
How can you cut us down, when there’s no sharpness to your wit?
Martial 8.29
PurpleZephyrUnicorn Returns Under an Alias
No one knows what poetry is who calls my pieces
journal entries. Oh, they are epic, those who write
of roosters rutting in the yard or Ariadne wailing
by her brother-beast. My poems don’t presume,
don’t posture with extravagant images. “Craft,
diction, sonics, blahblah admire this.” I concede
plenty praise those, but everyone reads mine.
Martial 4.49
The Forum Rolls Its Eyes
Oh, come now, PurpleZephyrUnicorn.
You said Give me the truth, tell it straight,
I can handle anything. We told it right.
We try again: the truth? You don’t listen.
Martial 8.76
PurpleZephyrUnicorn Flounces from the Forum
i been @7 other sites n every1 says my poems
touch there souls n also i won a contest once
and was published in an anthology you might
have heard of—by the National Library of Poetry.
so who r u to hold up ten thousand commandments
to the sky and say i cant write or post my poems
or anything? u dont know what poetry is and also
u cant teach me anything but you said my poems
made you cry and that proves my poems are
affective and touch even your tiny soul. so there.
Martial 6.60
Poet Responds to the Plagiarist
PurpleZephyrUnicorn, those are my poems
you post in magenta fonts, italicized,
illustrated with photos stolen from BuyFlowers.com—
tacky ribboned things with prices glowing orange
across the bottom. My poems, PurpleZephyrUnicorn,
that you mistype and punctuate like a three-year old
who just discovered the shift key! & *wow*
(like) that’s so: you know, flattering!!
Or not. Look again: they’re near unrecognizable.
I’m happy, then, to let you call these poems your own.
Martial 1.38