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:

Faux Free-Will
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Pushed to the limits of a wasted life
 1
I sure don’t like what I see
 2
Searching for the cause of all my strife
 3
Disappointed, dejected, I find only me
 4
 
 
There is a certain, calm resignation
 5
I am what I am and that is that
 6
Merely affirming my assigned designation
 7
I hear you say, “I sat where you sat.”
 8
 
 
My gait is as fixed as my fateful gaze
 9
I walk with a stubbornness born of contempt
 10
Battered and beaten but mostly unfazed
 11
From the ravages of free will I’m not exempt
 12
 
 
 
 
I am unbowed in my self-determination
 13
My will is as strong as it ever has been
 14
Pride goes before final extermination
 15
Self-sufficiency is the deadliest of all sins.
 16
 
 
Lucid winds seldom blow through my mind
 17
Perfect confusion is what I’m all about
 18
It’s hard to see with a heart that’s blind
 19
It’s hard to believe when you’re filled with doubt
 20
 
 
The onion’s many layers sing but one known song
 21
It is only an onion through and through
 22
Try as we might sin’s stench is still strong
 23
Corruption saturates both me and you
 24
 
 
 
 
A stone is cast in my general direction
 25
I have no ready defense to bring
 26
Undeterred in my hopeless defection
 27
I must ultimately feel sin’s deadly sting
 28
 
 
Bludgeoned by my misdirected volition
 29
I realize I can no further go on alone
 30
Driven to my knees I assume the position
 31
Prostrate at His merciful feet I fall prone
 32
 
 
I go to the only One Who can prevail
 33
I go to the One Who died for me
 34
I go to Him and His blood avails
 35
I go to Him and He sets me free
 36

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