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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:

hymn of the scarf (scarf song)
Inuki

when i was five
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the last thing
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my mother said
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before she left
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was always keep
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your trusty scarf close,
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around your neck.
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i walked to school
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ten kilometers
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through the forest
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where shadowed beasts
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with slitted eyes
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watched hungrily,
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the magic cloth fastened
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around my neck.
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the winds grew
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malevolent and
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knocked children
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off their feet,
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blowing them into
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ditches of solitude;
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i clung to the fabric
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around my neck.
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in class the teacher
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spat vitriolic sneers
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poisoning the air,
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attacking me with words,
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but i bowed my head
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breathing through
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woven green and black
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around my neck.
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my hands ached
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with calluses of time
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and wisdom,
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gathered like berries
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in the forest.
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on my way home
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a caribou trapped
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in the brambles-
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i rushed in, my scarf
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snagged on a branch,
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blown away by the
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chiding breeze.
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the thorny bits
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withered at my touch,
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bewildered animal paused
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then vanished into night.
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o mother,
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the world is filled
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with so much black,
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but though my scarf
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is gone,
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the scarf song still hangs
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in my heart and
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around my neck.
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