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:

A Work of Mourning
aleksandr

I wonder whether anyone is listening
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to the cries of people in the world,
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ideas, complaints, demands.
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'We need food,' they say.
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'We need water and shelter,
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shoes to walk
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to work in your fields
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and factories.'
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I wonder if anyone can hear
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their words, if anyone
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quiets to listen.
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There is so much joy
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in the games of children.
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Why is it impenetrable to me?
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What is this great melancholy,
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which sets me trembling
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like a parking ticket
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stretched across a windscreen?
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How do we carry on
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as though nothing is happening,
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while the world's poor
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plead for attention?
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How do we ignore
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the wars and want
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as meaningless
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9 to 5's
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escape int
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erruption?
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And when I attempt
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to speak,
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and relay wretched
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words and phrases,
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I am met with
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critical inattention:
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'We'd prefer your
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witness with silent appeal;
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do not cloud the range
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of our pleasures,
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our homes may be built in
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bones, but our lives run removed
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from the roar;
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we'd rather fein deafness
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than listen as death
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cries out, defense
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less.'
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I take in their words too,
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for I am mute witness,
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destined to fill pages with dust.
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