Poetry competition CLOSED 4th December 2012 1:56am
WINNER
CruelHandedWriter (Jamie Rhodes)
CruelHandedWriter (Jamie Rhodes)
RUNNER-UP:
hemihead
Bragger's Ball
Spitting Pen; Swallowing Pride
my pen spouts and spits
finely worded
paper thin pleasantries
obscenely obtuse insults
and halfwit half-truths
over virgin pages
after fellating the dictionary
there's no poetry
just the want to weave walls
out of streams of consciousness
to cower behind
just the urge to drain thoughts
into a vast vapidness
before it clutters up
my self-assured hedonism
my pen spouts and spits
finely worded
paper thin pleasantries
obscenely obtuse insults
and halfwit half-truths
over virgin pages
after fellating the dictionary
there's no poetry
just the want to weave walls
out of streams of consciousness
to cower behind
just the urge to drain thoughts
into a vast vapidness
before it clutters up
my self-assured hedonism
CruelHandedWriter said:You should see the things this man can do...
Picture this: 8 months ago
I was at the end of a 10 year drinking binge
and boy could I hold myself up
like the best of them.
I'd take the whole fucking town on
and not one person ever tried to touch me.
They loved fucking me, the women.
No matter what was in me,
no matter how ill I was
I had stamina
Lots of fucking stamina.
Then, there was that BANG.
Paramedics, therapists, blah blah blah.
All of a sudden it's all gone.
Just a shell
with friends doing no more
than laying a hand on a shoulder
out of pity.
But, you should see what this man can do.
I took it all and ran from it.
I wanted to be as far away
from that drunk fuck as I could be.
So I learnt to fight
I'm still learning.
My body tightens
and my prick stays hard.
Ten years of reading in the bars
has stayed with me,
and now the mind and the body fuse.
Ok, ok. On a modest note
I don't have anything else,
but what the fuck would I need
other than a mind,
two scarred fists
a sharp tongue
and eyes that keep the tossers at bay:
Eyes that know more
than I do. fuck this is good. (I'd fight you though, english fag, and i reckon so would lb)
i vote chw.
Picture this: 8 months ago
I was at the end of a 10 year drinking binge
and boy could I hold myself up
like the best of them.
I'd take the whole fucking town on
and not one person ever tried to touch me.
They loved fucking me, the women.
No matter what was in me,
no matter how ill I was
I had stamina
Lots of fucking stamina.
Then, there was that BANG.
Paramedics, therapists, blah blah blah.
All of a sudden it's all gone.
Just a shell
with friends doing no more
than laying a hand on a shoulder
out of pity.
But, you should see what this man can do.
I took it all and ran from it.
I wanted to be as far away
from that drunk fuck as I could be.
So I learnt to fight
I'm still learning.
My body tightens
and my prick stays hard.
Ten years of reading in the bars
has stayed with me,
and now the mind and the body fuse.
Ok, ok. On a modest note
I don't have anything else,
but what the fuck would I need
other than a mind,
two scarred fists
a sharp tongue
and eyes that keep the tossers at bay:
Eyes that know more
than I do. fuck this is good. (I'd fight you though, english fag, and i reckon so would lb)
i vote chw.
Fuck The Mirror
I don't give a damn if the mirror
says I don't look good.
What type of fucking crazy am I
that a mirror is talkin' at all?
Damn.
There I go letting it all slip
out in the most unflattering way.
Whatever. As if anyone has anything
more productive to say about me that
will actually matter to ME.
Those girls say I'm fat or desperate,
(at least I can speak and write proper English, damn)
which is hilarious considering I don't
wear shorts that are considered underwear.
Dun feel the need to wear a top that makes
my tits fall out.
And ooo, poor baby, I write about a subject
that hurts your damn feelings?
Pfft.
Fuck you
and FUCK your mirror.
I don't give a damn if the mirror
says I don't look good.
What type of fucking crazy am I
that a mirror is talkin' at all?
Damn.
There I go letting it all slip
out in the most unflattering way.
Whatever. As if anyone has anything
more productive to say about me that
will actually matter to ME.
Those girls say I'm fat or desperate,
(at least I can speak and write proper English, damn)
which is hilarious considering I don't
wear shorts that are considered underwear.
Dun feel the need to wear a top that makes
my tits fall out.
And ooo, poor baby, I write about a subject
that hurts your damn feelings?
Pfft.
Fuck you
and FUCK your mirror.
lightbaron said:*POEMS FOR SALE*
gettem' while there hot.
Do you:
~need an apology to sound convincing?
... I have scoured the underworld of deceit,
simply to bring back well enough worded remorse;
to land you back into good graces
~need to impress or offend the god of your choosing?
...my god blushes into orgasm at any attempt at offense
so should you need to send soft little forget-me-not's to your deity of piety
or
want to stiffen the prick of odin,
I have the heads of weaker gods
gift wrapped in entrails
~need to slicken the britches of that special lady?
...i have searched every angle of coercion
to tailor suit the phrasing needed
to make her feel unique
any of these needed, well I'm your guy.
perfect gift for the holidays,
don't miss out!
(lay-away plans are available, and I am now accepting jokes, smokes and foodstamps)
I just feel in love with you. vegas? oh my god this is epic. i wanna eat it.
gettem' while there hot.
Do you:
~need an apology to sound convincing?
... I have scoured the underworld of deceit,
simply to bring back well enough worded remorse;
to land you back into good graces
~need to impress or offend the god of your choosing?
...my god blushes into orgasm at any attempt at offense
so should you need to send soft little forget-me-not's to your deity of piety
or
want to stiffen the prick of odin,
I have the heads of weaker gods
gift wrapped in entrails
~need to slicken the britches of that special lady?
...i have searched every angle of coercion
to tailor suit the phrasing needed
to make her feel unique
any of these needed, well I'm your guy.
perfect gift for the holidays,
don't miss out!
(lay-away plans are available, and I am now accepting jokes, smokes and foodstamps)
I just feel in love with you. vegas? oh my god this is epic. i wanna eat it.
hemihead said:I was born to the broken people, shit poor and 5 generations deep in cruelty and rape and the casual hatred fathers poured into sons to make ‘em men. Yeah, you remember when. I was so fucking poor I didn’t wear shoes until I was ten, my toes so splayed I cried for days while the bones of my childhood forced themselves to fit the bitter world of shoes and rules and grown-up school. That was nothing but practise for the next, when all hell broke loose and my old man took to mum with fists and knives and carved up lives. She lived, he didn’t, by his own hand, then she took us and ran from that small town and after that we drifted with the whims of that ugly women while she chased cock and pills across the country, dragging me and my sister through every kind of hell at the hands of men my father would have spit in the face of rather than let in the house to fuck her unlovable cunt.
At fourteen, running wild, learning my fate was also fists and knives, she kicked me away to the other end of the country, to find out that no one gives a fuck about a boy that someone broke, so I lived my way, paid for my last year of school, got out, got a job, went truly bad, went mad, went sad, crashed car after car after car, rode fast bikes across the country week after week, high on liquor and weed and riding as hard as the throttle would go, and never ever ever didn't take the gap. I Fought in the ring. I fought in the street. I fought and ran and came back, died and lived, fought and lost and lost and fought and won and lost again, fell into drugs and liquor, found my way out, went back to school at 26, paid for it all again, went to the community college as a tough and dumb three-words-a-day ex-forestry worker, then off to work as an engineering foreman, then back to university to become The Engineer. I won awards and all that shit, still a drug addict, still a drunk, went to work, went hard, went well, gave a shit, worked through the ugliness of men dying for money and dirt, lived harder. Collected cars and boats and women, sailed oceans, miscarried some kids, got tattoos, more drugs, more liquor, twice gathered what I needed to kill myself and didn’t do it only to teach the old man he didn’t make me into him. Now, 42, in the top two percent of earnings in the world, say that number again, still an addict, still the boy who left, who couldn’t get enough love from his mother to stay, who died a thousand times in fights and nights and love and hate, and here I am, motherfuckers, as tough as all fuck, loaded, running my own race. I don’t need you, don’t need anything except my lungs and heart, and through all that, through all of that, and the shit I won’t write ‘cos fuck you, stranger, and for the pity of my sisters who deserve some kind of peace, through all of that and every day more, I have love, I am love, I am joy, so close to god in every waking moment, in every twitch of cock and willing woman come to be slain, I am love, I am love, I am love.
Before I die I will sail every ocean, build my own house, lay down with the Jesta, build a bike that pulls 250 mph and ride its fucking cunt off at Bonneville, and finally truly deeply become loved for my words. Yes I will.
My name is Hugh. I am mayhem, joy, life, legend made flesh, every inch my father's son, yes, the bad one.
Now get the fuck outta my way.
{steve....edits are now completed...she's all yours}
And I have finally found the wedding proposal that would have to be said in order for me to say yes..
Yes I will take thee hugh with all the mayhem flesh and bad you've got too offer.
ok now how does one compete with this.. hmm.... i almost wanted to enter but i want you to win.. lol. cause im sick over you.
ok now.. this is embaressing.. did i just really click post.
At fourteen, running wild, learning my fate was also fists and knives, she kicked me away to the other end of the country, to find out that no one gives a fuck about a boy that someone broke, so I lived my way, paid for my last year of school, got out, got a job, went truly bad, went mad, went sad, crashed car after car after car, rode fast bikes across the country week after week, high on liquor and weed and riding as hard as the throttle would go, and never ever ever didn't take the gap. I Fought in the ring. I fought in the street. I fought and ran and came back, died and lived, fought and lost and lost and fought and won and lost again, fell into drugs and liquor, found my way out, went back to school at 26, paid for it all again, went to the community college as a tough and dumb three-words-a-day ex-forestry worker, then off to work as an engineering foreman, then back to university to become The Engineer. I won awards and all that shit, still a drug addict, still a drunk, went to work, went hard, went well, gave a shit, worked through the ugliness of men dying for money and dirt, lived harder. Collected cars and boats and women, sailed oceans, miscarried some kids, got tattoos, more drugs, more liquor, twice gathered what I needed to kill myself and didn’t do it only to teach the old man he didn’t make me into him. Now, 42, in the top two percent of earnings in the world, say that number again, still an addict, still the boy who left, who couldn’t get enough love from his mother to stay, who died a thousand times in fights and nights and love and hate, and here I am, motherfuckers, as tough as all fuck, loaded, running my own race. I don’t need you, don’t need anything except my lungs and heart, and through all that, through all of that, and the shit I won’t write ‘cos fuck you, stranger, and for the pity of my sisters who deserve some kind of peace, through all of that and every day more, I have love, I am love, I am joy, so close to god in every waking moment, in every twitch of cock and willing woman come to be slain, I am love, I am love, I am love.
Before I die I will sail every ocean, build my own house, lay down with the Jesta, build a bike that pulls 250 mph and ride its fucking cunt off at Bonneville, and finally truly deeply become loved for my words. Yes I will.
My name is Hugh. I am mayhem, joy, life, legend made flesh, every inch my father's son, yes, the bad one.
Now get the fuck outta my way.
{steve....edits are now completed...she's all yours}
And I have finally found the wedding proposal that would have to be said in order for me to say yes..
Yes I will take thee hugh with all the mayhem flesh and bad you've got too offer.
ok now how does one compete with this.. hmm.... i almost wanted to enter but i want you to win.. lol. cause im sick over you.
ok now.. this is embaressing.. did i just really click post.
JUXTAPOSITION
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/images/uploads/poemimages/58951.jpg
Get @me. See me. Hear me. Feel me!
From the four directions ain’t NO winds against me!
Can’t ‘fense me; NO static cuz I get @it!
I done forgot that bong…forgot it on purpose
With a purpose…Here for that Progress
NO regress…Clowning? Nah, this ain’t The Circus
NO Ringling’s, NO Bling-Blings. I’m here to post things!
Don’t need most things; I’m that Black-bull’s Eye ready to get enthused
Here to lose The Blues…My Controls on cruise
NO Tom, This is a Mission that’s Possible. I’m unstoppable
The blood & the gore I’m @it like a Matador.
I’m into that Red Cape metaphor. I gotta score; No bull
Got that defense that covers. More’ Over the rim is where I hovers.
Go ‘head. Be that Punk-man. I’m here to chill any flim-flam!
I cannot lose…The Verdict, I choose. YOU?
You’re too blunted with it. Check the way that I stunt with it
See, I'm here to say that it’s not ok if you in my way
Nah… Not unless you ready to pay. My meaning?
More than the attention you paid to yesterday
As you’ll get gagged-on-ragged-on right through to the next day
Caught clearly in the swaggering sway of my not blinking
I’ll say - you know - screw you – I’ll say it right to you.
Cuz-cuz I can see right through YOU. Let me clue YOU…
Honest…this is for you. You-and-your-Wet-Willie-Thinking.
What could you be thinking? How about brain-less?
Yet I read you and think…Train this!
See this is for a B-King’s mind like my mind, sometimes
Sometimes I just start trashing; I start smashing
Compressed becomes my compassion.
The realness of being overly abused & abusive
Sometimes it just runs elusive…certainly conclusive that
We get Messed Wit’ by them ignorant crews; them
bias ones with their negative news. That Action News
The ones w/ their slanted views. They get the boos
It ain’t NO new-news.. We ain’t ALL bad.
Just alotta of us get dumbed down w/ them flagrant tricks
Taking licks…Acting like Dumb Dicks reppin’ that Triple 6
Crime Minded Stories featuring us… LIVE@ 6
Heads in a fix…Wannabes; wanting them acquisitions
Fiends thinking they need someone else’s superstitions
Caught, then placed before them Inquisitions
NO Forgiving’s, NO Revisions…I’m taking positions
Some kids just make them bad decisions
See, too often my eyes have seen ‘em
Recalling when I was just like ‘em
Where putting my ash-out was always a never
Nah never! My arrival-departure skills were just too clever.
Now I scurry but I’m never-inna hurry…What?
What-Me worry?
See, I cruise-in and YOU still sitting & waiting
Like how you still here & not debating?
As for me, I get accused of being too brisk. Taking a risk!
But this? This is a thing I can’t resist and I’m almost pissed
Yet I’m chilled as ice, tea-ing off while attempting to agitate The Blasé
Always ‘round while continuing to show up to throw down
Uptown – Downtown…Here & There between Sky & Ground
Pound by pound crafting Them Arts w/ Smarts…Doing it My Way
Trust me son…that’s the only way
‘Cause for sure Daddy gonna run up on it
I just needs to Skyfall then Slam-down-onnit!
Like maybe tonight… It’s only right.
The When-or-Where? Who knows?
Who knows when or where you’ll see me spark?
Because onna lark I’ll park and I’ll be marking my spot
Configuring these rhymes eye got…see ‘em?
Then believe ‘em I’m here to feed ‘em…you need ‘em
Wherein I’m making EZ sense like a dog knows bark
Like a Dog or a Tree! What? Whatchu wanna argue wit’ me???
C’mon B. Walk…or Grow me!
Because not a one can ova-throw nor snow me
Like The Hype Man say…Flip~Rap~or~Blow~me!
It’s best to invest and try & act like you know me
..
Photo: Steve Bragg
MrAlptraum said:When I read some of these, I am shit at blowing my own horn, which can't be a bad thing.
I've went over it and over it and over it and I just can't come up with anything that gets my thingy wet so i will just watch the show and stalk you and eamon and deathproof and braggs. that is what gets my thingy wet.
I've went over it and over it and over it and I just can't come up with anything that gets my thingy wet so i will just watch the show and stalk you and eamon and deathproof and braggs. that is what gets my thingy wet.
lightbaron said:I am super digging this comp thus far, and see no valid excuse why you, Mr. A, should not drop us a few lines.
And Devilish, you track genitalia so diligently that any hunter would be proud
OMG I think by far this may be the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. I actually visualized me being mounted on the wall.. lmao. thank you. and mr A only has to make an appearance and there is his entry. I will never forget why I started stalking him. his profile descript on the whose on now page said he was cursed with a pen. I was sold from that moment. and where the hell is GiGi she inspires my perversion as well.
And Devilish, you track genitalia so diligently that any hunter would be proud
OMG I think by far this may be the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. I actually visualized me being mounted on the wall.. lmao. thank you. and mr A only has to make an appearance and there is his entry. I will never forget why I started stalking him. his profile descript on the whose on now page said he was cursed with a pen. I was sold from that moment. and where the hell is GiGi she inspires my perversion as well.
Under the Crisp Uniform
Medals and ribbons adorn my chest like old steamer trunk stickers
showing where and when I deployed around this vast troubled globe
Baby blue eyes sparkle from a face weathered by age and duty
still able to run a quick three miles each day before breakfast
A gray and worn patriot doing all he was asked for beloved country
twice to war, strolling between the landmines, truly risking it all
Sadly the bloodiest battles raged inside, fought with silencers
triumphing over nicotine, alcohol, bipolar, and even suicide
This broken warrior poet, a truly flawed Renaissance Man
blessed to know redemption and to survive deepest betrayal
While I've faced death, great failure, and my own darkest nature
my greatest fear remains, ultimately becoming a tired old cliché
Still, looking back at it all, I have no real regrets to reveal
having truly lived my life and not been just a mere spectator
As the sun now sets on three decades of salutes and sacrifice
I tearfully close this war torn chapter and begin to pen the next
Medals and ribbons adorn my chest like old steamer trunk stickers
showing where and when I deployed around this vast troubled globe
Baby blue eyes sparkle from a face weathered by age and duty
still able to run a quick three miles each day before breakfast
A gray and worn patriot doing all he was asked for beloved country
twice to war, strolling between the landmines, truly risking it all
Sadly the bloodiest battles raged inside, fought with silencers
triumphing over nicotine, alcohol, bipolar, and even suicide
This broken warrior poet, a truly flawed Renaissance Man
blessed to know redemption and to survive deepest betrayal
While I've faced death, great failure, and my own darkest nature
my greatest fear remains, ultimately becoming a tired old cliché
Still, looking back at it all, I have no real regrets to reveal
having truly lived my life and not been just a mere spectator
As the sun now sets on three decades of salutes and sacrifice
I tearfully close this war torn chapter and begin to pen the next
This is an interesting little throwdown. Got a new apostle, a yard sale, a poet who says she's not a poet, a cruel hand with good eyes, a mysterious apparition of one of my own photos, hemi just being hemi... and more. This is the last bump since the last two really seemed to shake the trees.
