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:

baking April (or Ode to global warming)
sparrow

My poems were normally born in spring,
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but this year I was tossed straight into the
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summer, waiting in vain for April
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to wash my worries away.
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It seems that I've lost my poems to
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the green party-policies pasting
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great campaigning smiles all over
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the issue of global warming.
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I don't mean to be overly blunt, I'm ok
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with a bit of political hot
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air on saving our environment, investing
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in research on alternate energy.
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The reality of it, though, is
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that this talk will not cleanse my April
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showers from the acid rain
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that hit them years ago.
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All I know is I'm taking out
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that August tank top in April,
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tossing off my flip flops with
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sand stains from last June,
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to slip into that new mini
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skirt since it's too hot
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to wear anything
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warmer.
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Yet deep inside my heart aches and
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behind that summer silhouette
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I feel the buds of April
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poems bake away.
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It hurts to have them
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stay beneath the earth
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under the pressure of global warming.
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