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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:

Lament For 1946
larrylark

What made my parents behaviour
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so odd after the war?
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Could it have been the effects
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of the military action?
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For that  was plainly insane.
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It is possible, I wonder, to distinguish
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between grades of madness?
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From the merely bonkers,
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or mildly eccentric, to the absolute barking mad?
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I know our house was nearly conquered,
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for my dad told me again and again,
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and just for good measure again.
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I used to speculate or muse,
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and come down in favour of the long term effects
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occasioned by those austere years,
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when, for example, reams of cheap paper did for them.
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The act of applying the fountain pen to the page,
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pressing nib gently but firmly down onto the paper
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and watching, dumb with horror as it spread out,
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like ill defined, unknown inky countries
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on a sea of blotting paper,
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as an invasion beyond control or command
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absorbed all the words and letters.
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Expressions of emotion in poetry and verse,
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so important in those days, became rationed,
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with sentences short and sentiments terse.
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What with that and the blackouts,
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where deep, meaningful discourse
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became muffled by the inky darkness.
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This then is my explanation
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for my parents unfathomable behaviour.
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Hard to define, in the way of those inky blots.
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