poetry critical

online poetry workshop

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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:

Maya's Flying Macaroni

Page 1/2:
Maya’s macaroni was boring.
So boring, she could hear the cheese snoring!
She thought a “Munch! Munch!”
could wake up her lunch
so she took a big bite
and what a delight!
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Maya liked very much what she ate.
She looked down at the food on her plate.
Oh My!  The cheese was all starting to stir!
So with a “Gobble! Gobble!”
the plate began to wobble and…
the macaroni was dancing for her!
Page 5/6:
Maya couldn’t contain her surprise.
Her smile grew big and she widened her eyes.
Well, what else could her macaroni do?
/She took a “Chomp! Chomp!”
and before long…
Page 7/8:
the Macaroni jumped up…
/and it FLEW!
Page 9/10:
Yes, some flew ‘round the kitchen,
glided under her chair!
/Some wiggled from her fingers
and soared through the air!
Page 11/12:
Some spun and some dived -
doing tricks, playing games!
Some used Maya’s fork
as a little airplane!
Page 13/14:
That macaroni was moving…
that macaroni was busy!
/It was so busy in fact,
that it made Maya dizzy.
Page 15/16:
She cried:
“Now look here you noodles!
You’re now oodles of fun,
But I am still hungry.
Lunch has just begun!”/
“So fly back to my plate!
Dance into my tummy!
Because if you don’t…
I will have to tell Mummy.”
Page 17/18:
The macaroni all stopped
and heard Maya’s request.
They thought for a moment
then did what was best. /
Page 19/20:
/They went back to her plate,
some shuffled, some stomped.
Then again Maya started to

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