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:

Stress In The Workplace Causes Accidents
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“A rosé by any other name would smell as sweet”
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he cites,
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and he is smart
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because he knows Shakespeare                                
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                                                                   (and because he holds
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                                                                          his wine glass
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                                                                                   by
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                                                                                   the
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                                                                                  stem)
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They stand,
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sidebyside
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but he is careful
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not to brush her skin.
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She is dark and quiet,
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her eyes suggesting promise
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                                                                   (but never delivering)
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They smell of philosophical novels
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and cellars [f i l l e d] with wine
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I smell of bitterness
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and minimum wage
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as I hand them another rosé.
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She spills just a little glowing wine
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onto my uniform of grey
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                                                                   (as his hands spill onto my backside)
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The party is in full swing
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-how droll!-
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as I pull out my gun
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and
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shoot. them. both
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twice . .
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Blood mingles
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with the ostentatious carpet
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                                                                   (in a satisfactory manner)
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My dignity
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(I muse)
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is worth a little more
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than
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£4.94
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an hour
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