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:

The Side Effects of Optimism

“From a distant mountaintop a wolf’s cry,
Sounds are filling my cup half full.
Only a pessimist can drain its bottom dry.”
“Have you ordained the red in spite of the bull,
and disregarded the smoke encompassing you?
It’s ironic you forget to cough as it fills your lungs.
Admire the sand that you’ll eventually chew.”
“Listen, for I hear prophecy from far away tongues.
Good news, all’s calm in the tumultuous distance.
Please settle down, just swallow the story whole.
Avoid the toes of the pacified if you must dance.”
“Behold the fox approaches, in its deceptive role.
Would you kiss its lips while the mouth is watering?
Maybe that extra bit of saliva is a cautioning sign.”
“Take note, for that black cat is happily purring.
Kindling has replaced the grapes in our wine.
So drink to a life that is still just as comfortable.“
“Isn’t it odd people keep brushing ash from their hair,
and still you believe the world outside remains stable?
Aren’t you at all distressed by that corpse’s stare?”
“Oh I’ll just call an optimist to explain all of this.
Why should I fret while we sleep soundly at night?
It’s easy to ignore the sirens, because nothing’s amiss.
I’ll unplug these smoke detectors to soothe your fright.”
“I suppose you’re probably right,
but it feels like we're being overwhelmed by darkness,
And regretfully I must confess,
your alleged sunrise resembles an approaching headlight.”

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