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:

3000 Vows of I'll Never (theSUPERedit)
themolly

There once was a magic girl,
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supernatural effortlessly.
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Though a giraffe in the stampede,
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she passed through regally;
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unnoticed, costumed frequently.
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Her fires so well sewn within charms,
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only a fool ablaze in her gaze knew of her arms.
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But now the power is gone.
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The used to be magic girl
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of the tricky trinity
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denied her legacy to all who heard
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in blasphemous integrity
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to have a rarity she'd found beyond her throne
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she offered her birthright to never be alone.
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Alas, for the custodian of a lesser health,
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as for the benedict who so coveted her wealth,
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he is wrapped safely in heavy mortal arms,
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his ego, their invariant circling reward;
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ever proclaiming her virtue
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with his three thousand vows of I'll never.
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His words fall like cannon balls through her tarnishing crown.
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As each horrid epiphany reaches the ground
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her tears applaud in mad glorification,
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a wonderful soundtrack for her inaugural degradation.
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A wave cracks around her as vestal pores flood.
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But she is smiling.  It feels too good.
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The revelation painted in her frantic eyes...
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this is the most real moment of her life.
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