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:

The Spirit and the Wind
Celestine

They taught me at Sunday school
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that the Spirit's wind; and cool.
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On a night cool and windy,
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my eyes were wide and flinty.
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Through translucent window pane,
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jiggled a confused weather vane,
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shy which direction to face;
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excitement set to race.
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Soon the weather vane saw me,
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and thrust an arrow at me.
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Then heavy patter patter;
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the pane began to shatter.
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The wind came whistling aloud,
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sweet music my ears allowed.
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Chilled, I felt the Spirit come:
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the room was now wet, I, numb.
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As if in a distant dream,
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I heard a wren sing, or scream;
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a duck quacked, in obvious thrill
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of nearby soldiering drill.
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My sleepy eyes blinked; I stirred
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as the warm morning rays shirred
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my thoughts in folds of wonder
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at a storm without thunder.
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I peeped through the gaping pane;
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the sun, calm along its lane,
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kept smiling as my mind puzzled,
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with my understanding muzzled.
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I recalled the Sunday school;
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the Spirit could indeed be cool.
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