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:

it lasted about a month
fdostoev

In the third grade
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we were going over N, E, S and West in Mr. Simser’s class
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when she came in and called my name,
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Mrs. Baum was the guidance counselor
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we went to her office in the back of the library
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she asked questions about mom and dad and
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“how was I feeling?”
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the next day after school mom and dad picked me up,
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they were dressed in nice clothes
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“don’t worry”, mom said, “just a checkup with the doctor”.
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We didn’t go to the clinic,
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but to some office behind my dentist
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a man in a suit with a warm voice asked me some questions
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then he talked to mom and dad
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and then all of us together.
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On the way home we stopped at Target and dad bought a football
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he started taking me out in the backyard in the evening
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we’d toss it back and forth while he told me how they
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didn’t have sports when he was a kid
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because everyone was busy working on the farm,
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he’d ask about my day
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and what we were studying in class.
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I knew the only reason he was doing it
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was because of something I’d said to the man in the suit,
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I didn’t know what it was but
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I didn’t want to say the wrong thing to dad
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because I was afraid he would stop coming into the backyard
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with me.
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Sometimes he would smile if I threw it over his head,
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and sometimes
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when mom called us in for dinner
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he would put his hand on my shoulder while we walked up the steps.
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