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:

Arise awake when you know

When life reaches crossroads,
when deeds of the past become old and plain,
when life takes dull shades and sluggish modes
then you know it is time to prove again.
When life presents with no qualms,
when the spirits are low and damp,
and, when there is not enough to fill your palms,
then you know its time to pick your lamp.
When achieved heights melt away with time,
when accolades become things of the past
when gained merits wash away with time
then you know it is time, again, to relive the past.
When your life is not a trouble for your foes
when your life is now a thing of mock and fun,
when your life is now of success throes
then you know life has to move and run.
When hard to come are words of praise,
then you know, you cannot let life slip beyond,
when, with your every word eyebrows raise,
then you know you cannot live, letting it slip beyond.
When you know life could be different,
then you know to tread different mosses.
When you wish things be different,
then you know to choose thorns not roses.
When your stay is unwelcome and long,
then you know it is time to fight another of fights.
When, not are these heights you still have to throng,
then you know it is time to scale another of heights.
Now you know where the commons flood.
Now you know this is not your path.
Now you know to spill sweat and blood.
Now you know to change your path.
And, when you know...
Arise awake and change your path.
Change your path and,
fear not the wailing fate,
fear not the warning gong,
fear not the flood and spate,
And fear not a thing but right and wrong.
Arise, awake and stand up tall,
and the skies would kiss your hand.
Arise, awake and run this land,
and the earth would brace your fall.
Arise, awake and baffle the foes.
Arise, awake and befriend the seas.
Arise, awake and bemuse the woes.
Arise, awake and belittle the peaks.
Arise, awake and stop not till the goal is reached.

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