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:

Street Child

When I saw this child
She sat all huddled and cold
She looked so tired and weary
She wasn't very old
Then I noticed by her feet
A scrap of paper small and crumply
I looked and scrawled on the card was
'Feed me, I'm hungry'
Her feelings not of embarrassment
But of complete need
Her pride had buckled as time passed by
And desperation had taken the lead
Her clothes weren't clothes
They'd be better described as rags
Sitting cross legged with her possessions
Housed in two carrier bags
Her eyes were hollow and deep
Her skin a dirty grey
She waited for pennies from sympathetic pockets
To help her pave her way
She stared into space
All limp, unloved, alone
She had nothing, she had no-one
She survived life on her own
A tiny child forced into adulthood
No self respect or dignity
Living a life of sadness
Of loneliness and poverty
Such a small little body
In a mass of streets, danger and city
This poor little urchin on the floor
How my heart does pity
How can she change her life?
Where will it end for this child?
Her body, a shell in this great expanse
So unfriendly, intimidating and wild
As I leave her in her world
I hold her hand then go
In a swift and fleeting momont
I dig into my purse low
With a feeling of guilt and embarrassment
I pass her a coin or two
She thanks me quietly and politely
And says to me 'God Bless You'
I walk away with mixed feelings
I feel scared and guilty for the clothes I wear
Why am I driving such an expensive car?
Why am I pretending to care?
I'll have forgetten her when I get home
When I'm warm and entertained by the TV
I'll have my friends and family here
Eating well and laughing with me
So many things we take for granted
A roof, a duvet, a warm coat
A friend, money, soap and water
We don't need a cardboard note

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