The Arena: RANDOM POEMS [2] De POWER [Opium] THREE

group 3
Poet: Johnrot
Genre: Observational Poem
Location: An aquarium
Object: Jar
Round 1 - Challenge 2

endangered list

saw her sky dive
wink
when no one was lookin
open parachutes barely leagues deep
best way
to beautify a prison
is to put blue baby sheets
over every iridescent
image refraction

carnivore
wants cold air
knows north is not
where any good comes from
lately


appalachian aurora borealis
the thump keg
the worm
hole we gotta put dirt back in
unless we fill it with water
pints up hill and downwind
won't see that lighthouse for sometime
it's easy to find a way to
everybody watchin
how a routine
will run you down
through 3 inches of plexiglass

thick brush tide
the breakers
arctic concentric
we could all use some thicker skin
proofing
ph balance
sea monkeys
that will never survive
if you keep shaking
and staring at the bubbles

Alright, I'm on time this time...
Not sure if the "Keep Calm and..." product phrase line needs to be quotationated, or followed with registered trade mark...

I might as well whistle a tune on my way down to the eyelash glue plant...


Round-1, Challenge-2
Group 1
Genre: Drug Poem
Location: A space station
Object: Scissors
Group 1:
David_Macleod
SeekingKate
jIMNUT_rOARIN
HHMCameron
Indie



!!! RED ALERT : BAD TRIP !!!


!!! RED ALERT : BAD TRIP !!!
!!! The Station is Under Attack !!!
!!! Cease All Further Communications !!!
!!! Do Not Operate Scissors or Knives !!!
!!! Get Back to Your Quarters !!!

!!! RED ALERT : BAD TRIP !!!
!!! The Station is Too Far off The Planet !!!
!!! Gravity-Assist is Way Offline !!!
!!! Clamp Scissors and Knives to Nearest Console !!!
!!! Strap Yourself to Your Bed !!!

!!! RED ALERT : BAD TRIP !!!
!!! The Station is Cracking Apart !!!
!!! Seal Off All Windows and Exit-Ways !!!
!!! Resist Your Mind from Scissors and Knives !!!
!!! Keep Calm and Space-Ship On !!!

!!! RED ALERT : BAD TRIP !!!
!!! The Station is Never Coming Back !!!
!!! Self Destruct is Imminent !!!
!!! Do Not Believe in The Ease of Scissors and Knives !!!
!!! Take Your Happy-Space Pills Now !!!

!!! RED ALERT : BAD TRIP !!!
!!! RED ALERT : BAD TRIP !!!
!!! RED ALERT : BAD TRIP !!!


!! YELLOW ALERT : COME DOWN !!
!! The Station is Back In Orbit !!
!! Sudden Shifts may Still Occur !!
!! Use Caution with Scissors or Knives !!
!! Get Back to Your Post Immediately !!

Group 3
Genre: Observational
Location: Aquarium
Object: Jar
Poets: Angels-Remedy, jakehammer, Atakti, JohnRot, Jestalessa
apologies for lateness...


reverse aquarium


glide, flick

green, sway
light twists

grey pebbles
down

swish

door opens

blue shirt
clump clump slippers
plink plink
coins in jar

swish, flick

bubbles
white

light swirl
swish

glide
darkness

gurgle
flick

bubbles
bubbles

door opens

clump clump
blue shirt big
up
food!

swoop, nibble
flick
nibble nibble

flick, swish

green fronds
and dark green sway
grey grey grey pebbles

glide
darkness

bubbles gurgle
light swirls

door opens

clump clump and plink
plink plink

green fronds sway

blue shirt
murmur

up, nibble
swish, flick, swoop
nibble nibble

gurgle - bubbles

glide
darkness

window opens
point light round

glide, flick
near darkness

drawer opens
rustle, light swings

glide

clunk
cupboard

shadow
THUNK!

swoop, swish
flick flick
swish
round round

round light left
right light round

flick flick
round

clink clink clink
shadow clink jar

window slither

darkness
glide
glide

still

door opens

clump and shuffle
blue shirt
clump clump clump

swish

cupboard
opens, closes

flick, glide

clump
drawer opens
closes

grey grey pebbles

clump clump
wail
wailing

swoop, swish
flick flick

wailing
blue shirt small

swish round round
flick, swoop
up

bubbles

grey pebbles
nibble

glide
grey
nibble, flick

still
darkness

Neath the barn, growing in hate
What is sown cannot be unsowed
Radio talking, such a commanding love
Is not escape, everything remains the same
As the world burns,

Group 4
Genre: Anger Poem
Location: A farm
Object: Radio

GROUP 1              ROUND 2

Genre:       Drug Poem
Location:   Space Station
Object:      Scissors

David_Macleod
seekingkate
jIMNUT_rOARIN
HHMCameron
Indie

SPACE

Weightless in space
Was such a pleasure
weighing 350 pounds
Floating was nothing new
I’d been floating
Since High School.
I felt honored
Having been selected
To work on Beaglebum
The first British
Intergalactic space station
I had been chosen
My horticulture skills
Were legendary back home
The beaglebum agency
Obviously view me as a VIP
I had been given
A full suite of rooms
Amazingly the suite
Looked just like my apartment.

I sat on the barstool
At my Hawaiian home bar
A purple unicorn
With opposable hooves
Served me a tuna milkshake
With crunchy garlic croutons
Definitely my favorite.
I asked him how he was
He stroke his forehead
And admitted to being horny
Sex in space is difficult
And usually messy
He sang a chorus of
“No woman, no cry”
And disappeared in
A cloud of pink dust

Three elephantatroids
From the plane Thaargg
Were taking up more
Than their fair share
Of my bright orange sofa
An Andethoonian honey badger
Sat in the rocking chair
Fretting about whether or not
He was a real bear
And whether or not
He should shit in the woods
I asked him politely
To use the toilet instead
And to get there well
Before the elephantatroids
As their smell could
Remove your tooth enamel

I floated over to the
Hydroponics cupboard
The door was opened
By a Felansian Catrapoid
Wearing slippers and a
Red silk smoking jacket
He handed me the scissors
“Pruning time” he said
I took the scissors
These were Polinterra scissors
And on human touch
Changed into small crocodilatrons
Happy smiling crocodiles
From the planet BitbingVa
My mother advised me once
Never smile at a crocodile
I assumed this also included
BitbingVanian crocodilatrons
And I looked glum

I cut some weed
I gathered some shrooms
I made shroom tea
Rolled a fat spliff
Crabbed a bag of Doritos
And sat on my flying rug
I sat crossed legged
Meditated about my circumstances
Contemplated the meaning of space
My sad realization
Mushroom tea
And 4 fat spliffs
Is the only way
That I could get
Spaced out into space

Did I put this in the right place - (confoooozed)

Round Two Challenge has now started. Check out the link for your next challenge.

http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/poetry/read/7440/180/

Group 2
Genre: Dark Spiritual Poem
Location: Paris Catacombs, Paris France http://youtu.be/MzDOhnpDhgY
Object: Camcorder
Poets:
SeekingKate
MadameLavender
JohnRot
HHMCameron

============================================================

Grumpy Skull
============
ici connard,
me libérer, le dernier mille
années dans l'obscurité ont
été une vraie salope. arrêter de briller
ce putain de lumière sur moi, fous

vous ne savez que lorsque
vous prenez des photos de déplacement
mon crâne se ouvre
une façon pour moi de voir certains
vraiment putain merde foiré

désactiver cette fichue chose
je ne veux pas voir où
vous vivez baise mangez
arrêter de me filmer, laissez-moi
trouver ma propre voie à l'obscurité
============================================
[right]over here asshole,
set me free, the last thousand
years in the dark have
been a real bitch. stop shining
that fucking light on me, fools

you do know that when
you take moving pictures of
my skull it opens
a way for me to see some
really fucking messed up shit

turn off that damn thing
i do not want to see where
you live fuck eat
stop filming me, just let me
find my own way to the dark
[/right]

...

Group 3
Poet: Jesta
Genre: Anger Love Poem
Location: Hippie Commune Taylor Camp, Kauai Hawaii
Object: Stars and Stripes Flag
Round 2

"north nam wasn't the only enemy"

they were all full of madness then, child
the G.I. generation steeped in misplaced
patriotic trust
government's war slaves
point-pummeling police
shouting our boys to fight and die
for America's universal right to once again
shove the fucking banner
up another country's ass

the bureaucrats knew
their shiny shiny Monsanto agent orange
exposed most to mutilation
mangled children in the womb
and as their findings also proved
our lovely Lucy in the sky
does not enhance a soldier's faculties
in the ways they had hoped
against forests full of poltergeists

some say we hid, rebelled, or ran away but
whatever they say
we found nirvana in a love
that looked feral to our fathers
tribal drumbeats
on firelit psychadelic expansions
musical praises to marijuana
draped in laughter and plumeria
living aloha with our small ones
in our Ha'ena beach abodes

we're the ones
who could never bow to a death-life
stand at the tracks
to watch the constant backlash of carnage
tired of hearing our own voices
falling on apathetic ears
and though we always loved our country
we loved our brothers more --
our brothers who too often came home
wearing nothing
but a bloody flag

Group 1
Genre: Erotic Drug Poem
Location: Dance Floor, Odessa Ukraine
Object: Name Tag
Poets: RSaba, LobodeSanPedro, Atakti, Viddax



Male Order Ride


Two flights away from sense,
his inhibitions were lost in transit.
Weeks of two-dimensional pleasures collide
with here — throbbing on the dance floor,
the bass pulling the cigarette from her lips, her hips
snaking around the beat.

Crowd play nudges him two hours back – he flashes –
seditious colors whooping, shredding sheets.
She drew lines of blow on his cock,
sucked white ice flames up his scorched back,
while a vast nothing snuffed his mind.

Now the lights crack through the music,
drummed underfoot at the Kokos club.
His gaze ransacks her sharply dipped cleavage
held firm in fuchsia lycra. Winking shoulders,
she twirls her Lolita lolly, topping up
her window pane lick.

His hands tense waistwards, tangled in
dirty blonde waves. He closes the gap,
teeth to neck, hip to thigh. The ache returns
for her throat, her warmth, her legs straddling
him in smooth long clenches. The wrap judders
in their veins, in prolonged pulsations.

Her name tag says ‘Sveta,’
his male order ride…

johnrot
Group 2
Genre: Dark Spiritual Poem
object:camcorder
Location: Paris Catacombs  

dead batteries

there's a draft in here sometimes
wanted to get one good take
before everything
got all blair witch
with whispers of revolutionary literature
around every dark corner
somebody thought
we were way prettier
without jawbones

technological advancements
take titan strides
yet
no holy water improvements
viva la resistance
candlelight prayer
flash goes out

temperature drops
shakes and sways
shutter speeds to ghosts in the glass
something said something
that sounded like medicine
smell of perfume
loss of all power
so no one was recording

the subject
of all this subterranean subtext
had to move every memory
to a grave of grandeur
sanitizing
local
anxiety


as afraid as we are
of facing our own mortality
the ultimate concern
of the human condition
is still
just how much more bad can happen after?

Group 1
Genre: Erotic Drug Poem
Location: Dance Floor, Odessa Ukraine http://youtu.be/xAWjSWj-Vz8
Object: Name Tag
Poets: RSaba, LobodeSanPedro, Atakti, Viddax


Black Sea Salt Sex Spin


The room spins and my blood sings
and we dance dementedly
round and round we go
who will cum first
nobody knows.
Must have been that coke
spiced with crystal coke
that was twice as bitter as salt
that makes her taste twice as sweet as sugar.
We sweat and spin
to the latest eurozone europop
as I explore her erogenous zones
with lips, fingers, hips and feet.
The name tag pulses to the beat
inviting my gaze to her cleavage
and while we writhe
I wrench it off with my teeth.
As the black sea laps outside
and the mainc music plays in the background
here and now her limbs shine with sheen
and I explore the marvelous mountains,
with fingers fondling forth in travel.
Every word sings sweetly in her syrup mother-tongue
but her breathlessness sounds better
as my lips nip her neck incessantly.
Her hips are cannabis and I'm hooked
and her breasts are cocaine I'll snort up.
The room spins and my blood sings
off my head as she gives head.
She only wants to west,
but I've gone and come.

Three little birdies



say what you like
it wasn't the alcohol, the reefer
or the three lines of cocaine

it was  a pair of tits in a saffron shirt
and a pussy
with your name on its lips

fuck this shit, fuck Hawaii
..Taylor fucking park
and its whole horn-dog community

bunch of low down filthy hippies
shittin' on Sam's flag


fuck you harder

..did you think of me
when she threw her tongue up your cunt

don't answer that
I can't bear to look at you right now
let alone suffer your voice


don’t cry..




group 3,  round 2  anger love Taylor park Hawaii  

ROUND TWO

Group 1
Genre: Erotic Drug Poem
Location: Dance Floor, Odessa Ukraine http://youtu.be/xAWjSWj-Vz8
Object: Name Tag

*what have we become?*

ripped the name tag from my shirt
left a hole, gaping small but sure
over my heart
slung the white into my mouth and pushed forward
onto the floor, amid pounding, flushed bodies
Ukraine swallowing me as I swallowed the pills
Odessa ringing in my ears as the music swelled around me
colours shifting as my veins accepted the influence
and I was pulled into the dance

magnets and strobe lights push smoke up to the ceiling
swirling round my senses, probing
soft hands and tangled hair brush
up against my side, look over once, twice
at a half-smile, purple cheeks under the dim concrete sky
blue lips and an inviting warmth glowing
from exposed skin, shimmering here and there
through the haze and the clamor

more skin revealed with the tug of a finger upwards
and the slide of a palm down
(is it mine?)
across her skin
pull the slick lighting through her hair, get caught
in the loveliness of pulling her close
in the image of her eyes closing
in the feeling of her mouth opening
in the moment of my veins bursting
(at least it feels that way)
and mixing with hers

who is she?
who am I?

I am a ghost, led from the dance floor
by swaying hips and a knowing smile
and the music in my lungs
and the images
(is this real?)
that follow me out the door
through the streets
and into her bed

who is she?
who am I?
what have we become?