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:

Tragic Kingdom
liqsunshine

a tragic end spun at birth,
 1
this dichotomy of  adaptation
 2
a  sub-clause of the gift of life
 3
underwritten by time and place
 4
 
 
these neraphim of mans creation—
 5
frail girls in unimpressive nightgowns
 6
turned Slim-Fast deltas—each tour a scar
 7
across midriffs frightened by light
 8
 
 
veterans of twenty years—
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dragging  drunk husbands up to bed
 10
 
 
hanging laundry by night,
 11
exhumed by Oprah each day,
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after the soporifics pushed by Cosmo
 13
and a secret cigarette
 14
 
 
 
 
where are these so savagely taken?
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bound in plain sight by a billion dollar racket—
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this veil—pursuit of wealth and perfection,
 17
draped over young eyes,
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protected from the Sun  in living rooms,
 19
where this new sanctuary crumbles
 20
 
 
thick glasses and an awkward gait,
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incubate this beauty out of sight
 22
this purity of parted skies,
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sequestered as years of tears pass with no kiss
 24
 
 
forgotten as the lull of disappointment,
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feeds Novocain to a sheltered soul,
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a psychologically profiled execution—
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though no witness can attest
 28
to the pains to an innocence never lost
 29
 
 
flogged by anonymity—
 30
 
 
an accepted fate— burial shroud and cave
 31
awaiting resurrection
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until her savior breathes life into that soul
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and finally the kiss,
 34
A love buzz never seceding
 35
 
 
Only reciprocated by whiskey stained sex
 36
 
 
Still a clean house by 5
 37
And that sanctuary—
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devoting a life of sweeping to a common sociopath.
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But God I love her so.
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