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:

bliss manifested
gjenkins

she sings and dances and
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pirouettes her gritty marrow and then
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sits next to the venetian blind windows,
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she asks "---what good is misfortune
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if you do not benefit its wisdom?
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"wisdom is over-rated, like 'truth,' it
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only awakens the utterance if conscience,that's
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why most men keep guns and brandy in the study,"
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I say,
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she looks,
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outside the window, a dog is barking at children making it home from school.
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the drunks are lost in paralyzed self hatred.
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the observant is busy killing the
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mosquitoe on the nape of the neck.
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the innate ones sit on bar stools with lipstick smeared journeys of hurt,
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she squints, into the sun over the palm trees,
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"this is the consolation for death"
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she says,
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"the comedy shows,the Malibu beaches, shrimp
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and fettuccini, Law and Order on Thursday night,"
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"where we begin and where we end," I concede, "between those two things is vulnerability,vulgarity and temerity. well,besides
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good food and a nice apartment to lay your bones,
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everything else is useless."
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my cat, hugs the wall, goes behind the tv,
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she hates cats and balloons, maybe not my cat specifically, just in the formal sense, the behavorial sense. she looks in her purse for a cigarette.
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my cat alertly goes out onto the balcony,
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swatting at the long leg things intruding her
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destination,
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the summer has been good, except
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for a hornet's nest
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near my balcony, that's giving me
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and my cat hell
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