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:

Martian Field Marshal Monkey Manque
larrylark

The monkey woke one day and spread a limb
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and spied a feather floating on his arm.
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His eye followed a line, like owners of large limousines as he spied
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a lustrous, varnished beaked addition to his charms.
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Primeval breezes blew concentric ripples through his Martian monkey hair,
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and made his nipples sting in heat's volcanic steam.
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Laconically, he left the shelter of his monkey lair
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to survey the reddened sky and dream of a day when he could say
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"I once was merely monkey, living near my life support;
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cosmic clusters of bananas kept me feeling funky, but now they all play jester to my court".
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His roaring craft paints vapour trails across the sky.
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His painted leather helmet and his demon goggles make him spry.
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Rebels are concussed by large hairy coconuts.
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In muted words they all recite,
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"Hail field marshall Martian monkey, we too are Martian monkeys who will ever strive".
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These flights of fancy rolled him to the corners of his earth.
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He peered beyond the very edge to see what he was worth,
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through solar winds and far flung things that never shall be free,
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locked in grandiose designs that trap gorillas who will never see
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that they are merely monkeys with dreams they can't afford.
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The birds will soar and the dolphin dive;
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the bees make honey in their hives.
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Each place kept warm in the cosmic line,
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and every morning each recites how pleased he is to be alive.
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