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:

Nineteen eleven
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When I was in my bold twenties
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many, several moonshines back
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the world was preparing for war
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and I was moonshining in the dark.
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On those rugged Appalachians
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we were about fourteen men
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making firebox to bury the blaze,
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getting liquor from the mash, as
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smoke and steam rose sky-high.
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Those nights were always fun
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making whiskey and rum, selling
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them for prices so low, in clay
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jugs signed with symbols obscure.
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A silvery twilight in nineteen eleven
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the revenuers arrived quickly, we
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deserted our distillery, fires burning,
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still working, and coats hanging.
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I never took to moonshining again,
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but many, several moonshines later
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I know the shine always tasted better
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than all the gin and rum I’ve ever tried
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and I was a shiner with pride.
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