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:

GRADUATION
BrrighidMcC

I
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Crayon sketches on the fridge.
 2
The world was full of fretting then,
 3
But you could mend it all
 4
With Froot Loops and flower petals.
 5
"You really are
 6
A Special Child!
 7
A Clever Child!
 8
A Promising Child!"
 9
They said admiring:
 10
"What big brown eyes you have!
 11
What a vocabulary!"
 12
You wondered what it meant.
 13
What pivot-point was coming for you?
 14
 
 
 
 
Idle questions:
 15
"What will you be?
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Special Child,
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Clever Child,
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Promising Child?"
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They said with their stateliness:
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"He ought to be a leader and a reader!"
 21
You wondered what it meant.
 22
What pivot-point was coming for you?
 23
 
 
II
 24
The customary tide
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Of four-door sedans
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And people with plans
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Is drawn toward the center:
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The intersection of a million highways.
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Like blood through veins to the beating heart
 30
 
 
This is the pivot-point,
 31
Better not disappoint.
 32
Find some direction;
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Some connections.
 34
The deadline for your raison d’être’s come.
 35
 
 
The fast-track's for Cadillacs of Harvard men
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Used cars fill the loser’s lane
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And buggies chart the thoroughfare of the debonair
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You're GPS blackens. Now you’re in deep. Horns beep.
 39
You’re parked in the middle of the intersection
 40
"He really is
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An insensitive man
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A floundering man
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A falling apart man."
 44
They say speeding past:
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"Who does he think he is?
 46
Sitting there clogging up traffic?"
 47
 
 
Here at the pivot-point,
 48
Better not disappoint.
 49
Find some direction;
 50
Some connections.
 51
The deadline for your raison d’être’s come.
 52
 
 
Paths diverge. No U-turns. Await your fate.
 53
One chaotic convulsion, one fierce propulsion,
 54
From this massive heart, and then you’re trapped,
 55
On some strange new pathway. What will it be?
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