remember when

lots of comps for newbies only lately,

this one for the OG's
18 months or more here

many have more time here than me but talk about how it was a min ago....

good or bad, reminisce about back in the day DU..........


no rules

do what you do

Hell yeah. Love this idea, JR

I'll be back
If INdigo prophecy let's me..thank u lol

As I sit here smoking my electric cigarette
and brushing some knots out of my hair
I'm reminiscing of being a prisoner locked up behind xanax bars
It's ok in those days Gemini would plop in with his contradicting ass to remind me to say no to drugs!  
and Lep would laugh at me with his little green smile call me a bitch but never complained of my selfish self
Hemi sat back and poked at me about using i , I like me To much
You could ask music
The man was sex in a song
And mr a he popped in to set me straight
but he could take a joke and hardly ever actually joked
Duncan was dunckie
Trolls came and went, we got along but it never lasted
Paradox had a broom up his rear
Ray with constant pics
He made an alligators clit look fearsome
Jestafishy made a boiler room that was a paradise for the insane
Jack hated it there so he took it out on the lady with red hair and big teeth
Viefishy would always say little but it made sense it just made sense
Someone dated didi and then they didn't
And then they did
Johnrot is still the same I could pick him from a lineup with my eyes shut
Stayed faithful
Lb with his light, he still owes me a damn drink


Those where the days of playing nice
And being yourself
The drama was worse then a soap opera
But more people logged on
More people played along
More members actually spoke
And everyone's opinions where like assholes
Vie would finish that

love it!!!!!

perfect pic

good to have you back GG

Thank you! I think I'll stay awhile again

ive been here for 17 months does that make the cut? or am I still to new?

go for it GG's niece...

DU Days

stumbling into DU
falling in actually
having fallen on my face
on another breakup

I always land that way
a favourite position...

met a girl named Kitty
we talked of painting
our nails purple
and dyeing our hair pink

encouraging words from Pyaara
he of the meaningful smiles
and an earful about God
from our goodest man

Strider with his comments
always encouraging
there was Shaman
who has since grown quiet
and butterscotch, scorching writes

Kym Kym will always be loved
Chandler wonder how she is
and never to be forgotten veliqua
they were with me then
darkest time of my life

The man in the mask
intimidatingly logical
sometimes
diddi was always lyrical
...so the community grew
more came to stay

found so many beautiful friends
Jessica, Mourganna, a number of Johns
characters that inspires
EngVV a poet and the Soul teaser
the Poetryman a realist...

Within DU there had been shouts
of discontents, growls of ire
clashes of opinions
but we are still here
forging ahead writing
our own sidebar
on a history page.

days of yonder porkizzle

dipple my stipple and tripple my quiddle
every day is a martyr to the fripple
fray of frowning foam
oceans are alone
swimming in fish
stones fall from the sizzle drizzle
left with a pizzle to flip over the mizzle
how can the sun rise after the moon's demise
over the hills and under the whizzle
reign the babble doop that stabble stoop
the unquenchable porkizzle

DUP, To Me Anyway

I arrived here with little left to lose
and a lot still to learn

(I'd need to show the documents as proof that my story is non fiction
being as far fetched sounding as it is

even in summary with the worst left out
as I've done here)

I'd log in and write about everything
the only relief I could find then
usually holding a guitar and a joint
drinking away the nights
and days too
loud music and clouds of smoke
crying or working towards numb
facing the worst imaginable hurt

then it was almost absurd
the pain of loneliness and addiction
mental illness and suicidal ideation
present here in the writers

like a load of lost souls caught in a vortex
hoping the Mayans were right
and the world would end in December

a few of us were infamous for posts in the wrong places
not following rules on competitions
and a general tendency towards arguing
but we came and we bled those words out
 
I found reason to head back home
to Britain
I'd been meaning to for years but something always came up
and the USA became a sort of prison

everything I'd worked for had turned into nothing and for deciding to salvage what was left of myself
I lost everyone else
and refused to tell the lies required to get them back

landed in a foreign part of my country
and although I thought it was impossible
things got worse
I became deathly ill
found myself alone in hospital
without a next of kin to list
homeless
cold and hungry
robbed of the last money I had
friends all across the Atlantic and
all I had left of my life
was DUP

a few writers on here let me vent
lent support and truly helped me get by
I won't mention names but they know who they are
were there when no-one else was
and helped me hang on

and I just kept writing through it
as I built my life anew
found a home
started writing professionally
made some friends that way

eventually had furniture and dishes
again
a bed and a phone with people to dial
a purpose filled life that I'd had to earn
the hardest way

met my soul mate on here
got married and stopped the self destruction
finally turned off the stereo to cuddle up and watch movies
and together we keep on writing

miles from where I've come from
I've regained my footing
have reasons and will for living
and a home life for which I'm grateful

the only constant has been this site
and there are poets on here that truly have been some of the best humans I've ever known

some have moved on and others have been tempted
there's been a lot of pathetic profiles trying to ruin things
but I think that what's important
is remembering

at the end of the day
it's what you make it

and I thank those who've let me make it my haven

 Re. DUP ROCKS MY WORLD
 Posted on: 10th October 2014 5:40pm (modified 22nd October 2014 1:06pm)

DU was a pickpocket
ticktock timetaker
Drew me for the crit
the skillz, the love[really]
love...the
orange update lines
forum games and sometimes comps
where we let guts say what we meant
But not
Because forum posts move
and people can butt in with their own
two cheeks
on our not-so-covert
silly[serious] backs-and-forths.
Disguise your alt, just in case -
Spot the impostor, the plago,
manhunt, girlhunt, try not to title your next
poem submission 'cunt'
(least, not without a filter)

Who changed their av, did
Atakti loose a puzzle piece?
Who's Evan *not* dissing?
Whose Craic
is Gabriel not kissing?
Where's the Proof?
Well, *poof* and fuckin' Abracadabra
miki and Missy disappear
But Indie's alive! (a relief to hear)
Collaborations, anyone?
And who
has lost
their touch?

DU is where a bunch of us began
and where loads of us
just
end

I entered this in a newbie comp a month ago, so it hasn't changed. Good to see you here, miki, I thought you'd gone at the time. [:

I know it's before my time, but I do remember when DU had the option to "talk about anything" in the forum...

http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/chat/read/3391/ ...worth a read, hilarious stuff.

I entered here,
a vagabond quite frankly.
Watching quietly from afar.
I've seen the greats,
I've seen posers...
I can't say I knew them.
All the drama on forums,
fierce competitions
and poets with huge mouths.
I always thought the pen
was supposed to talk for you?
Who am I to talk?
Alone and a no one.
Putting in my two sense
where it probably doesn't belong.
I've seen so many come,
and I've seen so many go.
Some I wish didn't,
some I couldn't be happier.
I may never join the league
of accomplished poets here,
But I'll always be watching,
as I always have...

Congrats to GG with her deserving win with an entertaining read. I enjoyed reading all the entries, and miki's personal story poem was powerful stuff. Cool Comp, JR.