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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:

School Visit
opal

Day dawned on suburban Britain,
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birds sang, sun streamed, traffic
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sounded reassuring in the distance,
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so it was early still.
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In London, bells rang, St Clements,
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as purveyors of oranges and lemons
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set out their stalls.
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Suburban girls were groomed,
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bows tied, laces knotted, hats
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fixed, handkerchiefs checked.
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Eight a.m train left Lime Street,
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girls ate filled rolls for breakfast,
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without a care for lunch
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and sat on their hats.
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Approaching the capital, they listened
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for faraway bells – maybe St. Martin's,
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'I owe you five farthings'
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An excited blue and grey crocodile
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wound through Euston, until safely
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contained within its bus.
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Gentle, genteel northern girls visited
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The Tower of London. Susan Borthwick
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dropped her camera down a well.
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A Beefeater fished it out, sodden,
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handing it over with due ceremony.
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On to Westminster Abbey,
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several signed the Visitors' Book,
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July 6th, 1969.
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Then St Paul's Cathedral, 'designed,
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not built by Sir Christopher Wren'
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emphasised Miss Leach.
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Ate glistening, fat sausages
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in a café near Waterloo Bridge,
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not all that far from the peels
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of the bells of Shoreditch.
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Many recalled 'Waterloo Sunset'
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by The Kinks as another summer day
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in London reached its close.
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Suburban schoolgirls vowed
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to return one day.
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'When will that be?' asked the Bells
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of Stepney; and as with all
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that still lies ahead, uncharted and uncertain,
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came the answer, 'I do not know'
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said the Great Bell of Bow.
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