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:

what a terrible word
silentspring

there is a terrible word
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escaping from behind
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unfulfilled gold-rimmed eyes.
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it's capabilities disturbed.
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destruction previously recorded.
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but it seems too tempting to let it
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               s    l      i    d      e  
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through these not-quite closed
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     lips                  of mine.
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he is far even as he speaks.
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in the eves of houses, cross legged on rooftops.
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watching the rising moon
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with unblinking eyes. determined happiness.
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you are resting against concrete walls
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smiling the first of many days.
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bereft of unhappy imbalance.
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              finally.
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each recieved this harbinger.
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yet barred the doors as the comets
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         showered down upon her.
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his words recognize condescension.
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lightly tripping
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through ideas. incapable of direct eyesight.
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leaving her desperation
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unfurled on the floor
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as she casts out last year to find him again.
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you rectify mistakes through passing thought.
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forgetful of yesterday's minutes
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with each stride drawing farther
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from her desperate attempts to catch up.
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                    knowingly looking back.
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at the sadness etched in her face
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as she falls                          behind.
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suppose she packs an empty bag
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staggers into the next clap of thunder
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and
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edged by purple sky
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white surge of charging light
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turns to watch the silhoutte on rooftops,
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the outline on a concrete wall.
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wraps her arms about her
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in the fading flare.
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and with the next bolt
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claims disappearance.
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there is a terrible word
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on her tongue.
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she, who carries messages,
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       unknowingly.
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it is not the word of
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      hope
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              love
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                   second chances.
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it screams with the passionate rain.
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roars with the ravenous wind.
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pools at the edges of puckered skin
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                 before swelling over in crimson currents.
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it sets fire to affection            pities attachment.
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it is a word of doings. forgettings. never-quite enoughs.
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but wills a body to survive
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through sheer foolishness
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quite a terrible way of life.
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this
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survival.
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