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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:

Shamanic
bear

And he came in,
 1
unexpected and uninvited.
 2
He poked his head
 3
through my ceiling
 4
with a knowing smirk
 5
and a hardened face.
 6
 
 
I felt him trying to come
 7
closer to me,
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aggressively trying to grab
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my humanity, my soul.
 10
 
 
I stared at him
 11
and his smile grew,
 12
mocking my very existence,
 13
our eyes locked in a deadly
 14
staring contest, I sternly asked,
 15
“What are you trying to say?”
 16
 
 
The demon laughed hysterically
 17
and morphed into three men
 18
standing in rank and file
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saluting him and wearing
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foreign military uniforms.
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I knew he was mocking
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the human race,
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calling us weak,
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for our wars and hatred.
 25
 
 
Infuriated at this cheap trick
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I played my own game,
 27
and reminded this fiend
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of love and human triumph.
 29
 
 
I saw panic in his eyes
 30
as he ran away
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to where he was from
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and little green folk
 33
ran out of the walls
 34
to where the intruder
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had burst through.
 36
 
 
Twenty pleasant little people
 37
began to dance on the ceiling,
 38
rejoicing the monster they feared
 39
had been vanquished back
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to the pit he came from.
 41
 
 
But then the fairy folk
 42
scattered in fear,
 43
for the beast had returned;
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I scolded him for scaring
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away my tiny friends.
 46
 
 
A bashful smile of respect
 47
crossed his twisted face.
 48
He knew I did not fear;
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he felt esteem toward me.
 50
 
 
My only wish was
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that he would respect
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humanity even half
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as much as he respected me.
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