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:

Beach Part I
Greg

Waves slap the foamy shore and sand
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freely gives way underfoot, while
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ocean salts tease and pebbles slide
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from beneath my weight, sinking me
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deeper into the endless shoreline.
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My pulse suddenly quickens
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from your cool, gentle touch.
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The trees dance wildly in the blurred
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circle of my sweeping gaze
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as I turn toward you.
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Time stands still to the passing
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of memories we've yet to share,
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overlapping in the passageways
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of thoughts consumed by your caress.
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Eyes need not meet for souls to see.
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Cyclonic breezes encircle us
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as swirling strands of your hair
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entangle around, embracing our gaze.
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Winds compel us closer, and fabrics flirt
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as our souls reach out and pull our bodies in.
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Pounding hearts drown out the beating
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of incorrigible waves and the touch
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of the retreating wind and the taste
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of the on-looking sky and the fragrance
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of the ageless shore, and all that is left-
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to see or hear
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                    or touch
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                                or taste
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                                           or smell-
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                    is you.
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