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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:

Naudi a Aldaw
syrinx666pan

I see my path
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amid the fog
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as the image
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of the mounts
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sinks into
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the road.
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My time has come
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to leave this place--
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not one for earthly rulers
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of noble origins
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who are less than
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nature spirits.
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For here is
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no Great Divine
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no Ozymandias and his serfs
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but gongs
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mouth harps
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bamboo flutes
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animating the world.
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I left my soul
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to the verdant ghosts
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to sense them again
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perhaps in postcards
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where awe is reduced
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to canned memories.
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From the world
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of steel and stone,
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the mounts are
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nothing but misty images
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vanishing
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into the night.
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The verdure becomes
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the consolation of endless
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and wanting faith          
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that remains attached
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to the ghostly mountains afar.
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Place my soul
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in the company of hipsters
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for even they
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in this tiny place
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respect the presence
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of the nature spirits
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while the wretches
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in the lands below
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respect a world
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of steel and stone.
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Passing through the fog
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leaving my soul to the mountains
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distance will always be
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the measure of my longing
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to be back in this world
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where the sun rises
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on the shoulders
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of the mount
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greeted by
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a bamboo
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flute.
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