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:

Dance
Nostalgia

When I dive deep
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To knock on the cell door of the Wild Woman
 2
for a dance -
 3
To see her face
 4
To stroke her cheek
 5
To rest in Her
 6
To rest and weep from fatigue
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because the road to her within myself
 8
still littered with patriarchal debris,
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begs too much labour
 10
before I can brave bringing out the red tent
 11
 
 
All at once the Goddess speaks
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aloud again just when
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I nearly cowered into the background,
 14
Instructing me to speak my hesitant truths
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love my imperfect loves
 16
And promises me that if I just keep walking
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for fear of flight
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and softly singing to myself
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for being weary of the hostile stage,
 20
We will turn a cell into a room -
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A prison built in the darkness of injustice
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will transform into a dance floor
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magically lit
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music inspired by childhood belief in our magic,
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tempered, tortured & traitored by a patriarchy
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shaken by fear of our power
 27
Powered by the might of intimidated ignorance
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but no longer holding the key to our cells.
 29
She implores us, the roused, to be rowdy
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And rumble our sisters in symbolic chains to action
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Cheek to the ground for the Great Mother’s kiss,
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Ear to the ground for the sound of the cries of those sisters
 33
silently bound by real shackles and lies.
 34
 
 
Sleeping women are waking and making
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their way to the
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Dance Floor
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Red Tent
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Body of water
 39
Circle of fire
 40
Clearing in the forest
 41
to chant and celebrate
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the mountains that’s started to move,
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ready to bury in its wake
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all that went before
 45
giving birth to fertile soil
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which will grow the New Way
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As the Great Spirit Mother intended.
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