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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:

Captain Kids' Cook
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I've only been cooking
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for a few months now, looking
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like I'm ranging this kitchen
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like a captain who's itchin'
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for some high-seas adventure-cuisine.
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Here follows the culinary scene:
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Shrivelled guts
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make mutinous maties --
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pirates go nuts,
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all a-gnash for the nosh,
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and the decks be awash
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in swells of soups
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n stews n sugary goops,  
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reducing quite nicely and rightly
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on flames spreading sprightly
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beneath the cast bellies of battle-worn pots.
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Far below,
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dark fists are stowed --
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gemstones of the earth
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in daggerish girth --
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a once-buried trove
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brought forth to light.
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Oh golden finger-lings,
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remove your thinful skins tonight;
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allow my earringed ears to hear
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your ivory fleshes sing:
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                                Ahoy! A bubbling sizzle,
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                                   bounding drizzle,
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                                    carp-boh! To all!
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                                    To oil! Carb-oh!
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                     Hydras on the foaming main a-boil!
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                  Monsters' hunger staved by stoven toil!
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I'm paddling pans with spatul-oars
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and sailing 'round this island's shores
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beguiling meats with spices, tar-black char.
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Salty-dogs a-slaver near
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to hand
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and sigh when flavours sear.
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They hover in a huddled band,
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take up the chant,
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tho forkless -- they incant:
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                                 Revolt! We are
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                              gone much too far!
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                    We must repast lest be aghast,
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                      and teareth down ye spar!
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                                 Revolt! We are
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                                gone far too far!
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The parroting crew
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has a chuckle to view
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me tighten my buckle
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and swash;
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beheading gourds, and impaling squash
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on the plank.
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The rabbling file and rumbling rank
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of their innards too loud,
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I brandish my saber and woodenspoon-crowd
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them away to their brigs.
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Impetuous figs!
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Do I seem to dally,
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in this steam-frenzied galley? Yo ho!
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My apron twirls,
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as the misty air swirls,
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and grated lemon zest
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sprinkles down like the twinkles
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that burst from an opened treasure-chest.
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I swing cavalier
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on a crystal chandalier,
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and drop cannonball casseroles heavily there --
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with flourish and flair --
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atop the mess-table,
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to heartily disable
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the frowns of the little corsairs.
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A flurry of cutlery, fingers
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and blades, not one lingers
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or strays from their meal
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but to grunt, or slovenly snort.
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With cheeks rosed with zeal,
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sauces, and hash-covered lips,
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when the time comes for swabbing
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like the cracks of whips,
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they abandon the ship.
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