poetry critical

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Random Poem:

Crashing Words
ChedelSol

oh ted
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how silly,
 2
pretty words and pretty boys
 3
it’s the underground that laughs not i
 4
not I ted
 5
playboys excite that natural vigor
 6
though charm inveigles substance
 7
there is no pleasure in words too seductive to ignore
 8
except our inherent madness of passion
 9
only shiny things and cannon spoil the soul.
 10
 
 
but what of the art
 11
you have it and its there
 12
it hangs on walls like ballroom dances
 13
the old stones, long cold, grant no breath
 14
the gift of exuberance is but God’s to give
 15
it’s the suffering—
 16
 
 
there is no me in Sir, your expectation an obligation
 17
of my pride—
 18
as in your bastard hills we value every pebble
 19
here too in the dirty south,
 20
the shackles grimace in the presence of rank
 21
with each moment combusting towards an epic translation
 22
of the worldly and divine this immortal blood lingers
 23
for flattery or disgrace each pimple screams bolder
 24
though who is left to defend the caricatures of time’s senility
 25
this chase for white crows sours long after the flesh
 26
and with it too a grand inheritance
 27
of awestruck eyes of the future’s cursed
 28
or for some this land springs mist from the earth
 29
and days are soft with myrtle and wine
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forgive me as I know not yet my place—
 31
and again for my Scottish hair
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