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:

Journey of a Nomad
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A man got lost in a desert
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Yet learned to love its landscape
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and soon became a nomad.
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He tried to make a shelter,
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but sand is a weak foundation.
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So he burned from the sun
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froze from the moon,
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drank from sweat and tears
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devoured refusal to stop searching
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for the promised land.
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He collapsed by an oasis
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upon a bleached sea of bones’
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all laid facing west
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reaching out from times savage breast
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hollow eyed and all seeing
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from hells cataract
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where heaven is a mirage
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unreachable as a woman.
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Water filled the valleys
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Of his cracked hands,
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Hope filled his heart
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Amongst the void.
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He screamed out a name and a message
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And the echo spat back just the name.
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‘Shannon’.
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His words had reached her
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And he said them again before he died
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‘I love you’.
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When he said it she awoke
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And she whispered:
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‘He has found me’
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‘He is not gone’
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‘But all around me’
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'we are one'.
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When she died she found him
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On the sands of New Mexico
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His tears had turned to jewels
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And they made love on a grave
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By a headstone which read:
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‘There is no dead here’
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‘Just love which lives eternal’.
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