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:

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This is about a god I met, once,
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as a kid in a memory of memory
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where anything anymore is subject to revision.
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He was old, petrified, big, immense
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taller than mountains.
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I climbed a beanstalk to reach his kingdom
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and shuddered at the sight
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bearded and bellied
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robed in all white
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he was placing knights, bishops, and pawns
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in their respectful places.
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The bishops in the temples.
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The knights in the tanks and the planes.
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And the pawns in the fields and the jails.
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He told the king he would grant him
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mercy and love, and the tender obedience of women,
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if he did just one thing-
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he wasn’t allowed
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to say what that thing was.
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He only nodded and bowed
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and practiced the grips and tokens,
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he memorized his new name
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and that of his queen
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for she was behind him
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wrapped up tight and bound
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in motherhood and laundry and
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cooking, unable to listen,
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her ears all full of a million grandfathers cocks
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that they called doctrine and covenant
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holy scripture
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spirit and the
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seed of
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life.
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he eventually went on to fuck himself in the ass
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to make a man-child out of himself
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before time existed
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in my memories where I remember learning
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that’s how the world was,
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how the universe existed,
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and while I had no concept of a universe,
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he did tell me that I was the center of it-
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him in my mouth
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on my tongue
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always
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gagging.
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