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:

Pensioner Country
CervusWright

I remember a time
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Not so long ago
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When you frightened me so
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The aged and infirm
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A constant reminder, always on show,
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Of the path that my life would eventually go,
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Wrinkles and dribbles confirm,
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The way I’d eventually go.
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A face wreathed in anger
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Always it seemed
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In consternation, I never dreamed
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That you were just this side of crying,
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From the path that your life had taken,
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Your bones old and swollen and shaken,
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I’m sure now that I’m not mistaken
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Deep inside darlin’ you’re crying.
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Crying inside with gasps and gulps
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Over a youth that is past,
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Now it’s too late to grasp
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The mistakes that you made.  Oh, you’d rip them to shreds,
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Given half the chance
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For that one right romance
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Bathed in moonlight, a Fred Astaire dance
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But no, you’re in hospital beds.
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So long is your life!
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Wracked with both death and grief
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And a hardened, firm belief
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That you’re just a burden and a pain
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When from your book, youth should take a leaf
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But they won’t, for a jar’s where you keep your teeth,
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Yes, you’ve a hardened, all-knowing belief
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That life would be better insane.
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Well, I changed my mind,
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Do you know what I see?
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A proud human being, a hand on life’s key,
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A person who was all they would need to be,
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There’s the road darlin’, come take my hand,
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I’ll hold your hand so you don’t feel the pain
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Of that walk down the road.  Do you want to complain?
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If you’re mouldy or infirm or justly insane
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I’ll speak loudly so you can hear
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      - I understand..
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