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:

Maria Full of Grace (Pray for us Sinners)
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I'm lying in a holding tank under a florescent bulb
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resting my head against a stainless steel self-flushing toilet.
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I busted my lip, blackened an eye and cracked a rib
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defending the honor of a Mexican prostitute in a wheel chair
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at an underground Honky Tonk down on 2nd street.
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I'm broken and beaten - an unrepentant beast,
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but in my heart shines the clear light of God's favor.
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Rooster, a friend of mine, shows up at the station
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and explains to the police what really happened -
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how I was the hero and how the villain,
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a big shit-kicking sonofabitch named Trent
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tried to have his way with Maria without paying for it.
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That's when my rage and stupidity stepped in.
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I wanted to say something to her but was hauled outside
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and shoved into the back of a police car
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before I could tell her how I feel.
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By some small miracle, and Rooster's skills of persuasion,
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they decided to let me go.
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I'm sitting at the bus terminal downtown
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holding an icepack against my head,
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still bathed in the perfect light of the Father
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and waiting for the to bars open.
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"What'll it be hon?" the barmaid asks.
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"How bout a beer," I say. "I'm celebrating."
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"Oh, what's the occasion?"
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"I found God last night," I say.
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"Oh really?"
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"Yeah, purely an accident. I put someone else first,
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risked my life for a woman I barely know and He entered my heart."
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"Well, good luck on keeping Him," she says.
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"Thank you, but He won't be traveling with me."
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I finish the beer, stand to my feet and pay the fine.
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"Why not?" she asks.
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"Tonight I'm going to see a girl named Maria."
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