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:

Pina Colada Belle. [Revised] (Free verse)
SDreamer

My dear seraphic girlie who
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wore that purple rose dress;--
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do you remember those
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smoke filled nights?
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We would  laugh,
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inbetween the clink
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of pina coloda glasses.
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You would be yappin
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like some amphetamine
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laboratory experiment,
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and I'd listen to your voice,
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while trying my best to peer
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into those brown eyes
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that you loved to hide
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behind your long bangs.
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I can still smell the candles
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that were hung over the screen door.
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Vanilla, you loved that aroma...
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            There were not many
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            that could sit there
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            and actually tollerate
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            the endless rant.
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You might have been talking about pluto,
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but my ears never paid any attention to the words
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they would just record the melody of your sonance...
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           We would perch our
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           intoxicated selves on
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           the wooden bench,
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           watching the sun rise.
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              Well, you were always
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                 the one gazing at the
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                   ascension of earth's
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                     mellow yellow star.
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You never noticed me staring
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with my two wide,  ravenous eyes,
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at those beautiful, delicate hands,
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holding that white alcoholic slurpee.
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And then you revealed with elfin hand
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those deep brown, scintillant orbs,
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pushing your soft, natural veil back,
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and pinning it neatly behind your ear.
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