poetry critical

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Poetry Critical 2.0

Hey guys, Donald here.

In a few weeks, this site will be 9 years old. 9 years! And I still know some of the earliest submissions by heart.

But, boy. That’s like 102 in web-years. So it’s time for something new. I’m building that something now with my nights-and-weekend minutes (and plenty of coffee). Buy me a cup?

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Random Poem:

If You Were a Summer's Day (for Claire W)
MikeA

If you were a summer’s day
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You’d be that certain Saturday
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When the sun beats off the tarmac
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In the lazy mid-morning,
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As people are wandering into town,
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And we’re queuing in the traffic
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With the windows down and the stereo blaring,
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And everyone’s smiling,
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As if all their Englishness has left them
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And they’ve become Jamaicans for the day.
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And teenage misfits everywhere
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Have opened up their curtains,
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Letting in the light,
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And unplugged their headphones,
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Throwing wide their windows
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To share their precious music with the world.
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And in the street the sun beats down,
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Investing every object with a magical intensity -
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An insect, crawling on the dashboard,
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Shimmers iridescent hues of gold and green;
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And the sky seems bluer than it’s ever been;
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And even the litter on the pavement looks beautiful.
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And, by some strange transformation,
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The traffic fumes,
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Wafting on the warm breeze,
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No longer taste like poison,
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But rather some heady, mystic incense,
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Making us drunk with summer contentment.
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On a balcony, a black cat lazily uncurls himself,
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Licking his lips as he pads across the hot tiles,
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And as I watch, I know that this will be the perfect day -
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Warm, and relaxed, and beating with happiness;
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And that’s the day that you’d be
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If you were a summer’s day.
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