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:

slob
aurelius

don't we love imagery
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don't we
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scoop out
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                                 lumps of space
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like cream,
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chow on the possible,
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gorge on the yet
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untold?
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this
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page
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is
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a
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cutting
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board
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lined with             ovals,
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                                     squares,
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irregular chunks
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of words.
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we will shove them into us
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                                        whole,
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fistfuls,
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the bantamweight and sumo,
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periwinkle blue and gray-asparagus.      
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                               we will
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gnaw
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the grandfathers, liars,
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girls with pigtails,
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hammers
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and nails,
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crows,
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cumulus,
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petals thin as floss.
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then sip,
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delicate
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in our swallow,
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the critic's choice.
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you will say wallpaper
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is a poor substitute
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for paint,
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                    comment on
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          the chandeliers
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          of nouns and the
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           modifiers hanging
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            there,
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               like guilt
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              in a
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              stolen
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                 phrase.
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you will refute
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a second helping
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despite the pang;
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                      it is our best topping,
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                                                  after all.
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i will not wipe my mouth
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nor ask to be excused,
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i will unbuckle and let spill
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the f a t   a n a l o g i e s,              slurp
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                     the fat from bone.
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                     i will flatulate
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                     my colors,
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                       tints,
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                          and
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                             hues.
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for what are we if not
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iconoclasts, the culinary
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penmen?  
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       each of us
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       actually
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       measuring
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       teaspoons
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       of himself
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       by eye,
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       hoping
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       to add
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                 just
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                            the right
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                                                 amount.
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