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:

The watch and the hiding
unknown

When I were a lad
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Da bought me a watch
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heavy as a guilty throat.
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I wore them both that day.
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With a keen wrist and backhand
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for I lost it on the dune
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doing gambols from earshot.
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I was Ma’s Angel;
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but me Da’s Devil.
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When I said I lost the watch
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me Da shouted Jesus
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and I screamed Jesus
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followed by Ma.
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Jesus came in a buckle;
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me Ma came upstairs
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pleading for the leather
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but Da replied in spittle n steel
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and seven lashes
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with me sisters age added
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for an example.
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This went on and on
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till forty years later
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Jesus took me Da,
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and I buried him
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In my wife’s face
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beating her
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for surfacing my devils
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So what am I ?
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me wife says nothing
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then I am her silence,
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and that is that.
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