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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:

The Love Song of the Lonely Goldfish
TheLastYoric

“Scientist have discovered that a goldfish has a memory span of three seconds.
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I wondered how they found that out, so I asked my Goldfish.
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I said, ‘how long is your memory?’
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and he said, ‘can you repeat the first part of the question?’” – Anonymous
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Staring through the convex barriers
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that shape his life,
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the Goldfish,
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lonely monarch
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of his glass bowl world,
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looks upon his two-legged love.
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He knows he can’t reach her,
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can’t evade her cat,
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can’t get past the glass,
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can’t breath her air,
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but he can dream.
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In his head
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he is writing love poems.
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He is as melancholy
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as an orphan moon
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thousands of miles
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from its father sun.
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“You and I,”
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he thinks,
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“are like two circles,
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two halves
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of an infinite sign.
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Let’s join together,
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complete our symbol,
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etch each other into the stars,
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and stay there for eternity.”
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He sighs listlessly,
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his gill-breath
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like the last hiss of steam
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from a stopping train.
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Turning on her,
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he thanks his good fortune
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that by the end of these
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three mercifully quick seconds
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his mammalian beloved
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will have been forgotten.
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Nothing more than the echo
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of a goldfish’s
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immemorial
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love song.
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