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Poetry competition CLOSED 1st July 2019 8:42pm
WINNER
slipalong
slipalong
WHAT SAY YOU!
Poetry Contest Description
Tell me why you are here. How did your life here all start and why
Need a mod to make 18 and older please and thanks babes!
How did you come to be a part of the DUP and why
Give me your tired, your poor, your bullshit, your everything...I want it all
Not too long
no specific form
new writes only
no collabs
GO!
PLEASE READ MY COMMENTS, AS I WILL ADDRESS EACH POET ABOUT THEIR ENTRY. This is a highly personal and emotional competition and feel its deserving of the poets that enter! <3
How did you come to be a part of the DUP and why
Give me your tired, your poor, your bullshit, your everything...I want it all
Not too long
no specific form
new writes only
no collabs
GO!
PLEASE READ MY COMMENTS, AS I WILL ADDRESS EACH POET ABOUT THEIR ENTRY. This is a highly personal and emotional competition and feel its deserving of the poets that enter! <3
The following is from a post I made a few months back. I'm repasting it here to help kick things off. Be patient, Mysterious Lady, I'm certain your going to get many more, and far more interesting submissions then my own.
As many of you already know, though I contribute to DU under the name snugglebuck, my name is Kim Solem. I started writing poetry in 1990, yet I never shared it with anyone till I was diagnosed with stage four cancer in 2011. Till then I never had the confidence to submit my work to any forums, whether it be online or print. But like Walter White from 'Breaking Bad' I underwent a personality transformation, so much so, Walter became my muse of sorts.
Like Walter's alter ego Heisenberg, mine was snugglebuck. And just as Walter's friends and family were shocked to discover this new dimension to his personality, so were my acquaintances to find I write poetry. Especially erotica. Keep in mind, I was a quiet unassuming guy who lived outside a very small rural Wisconsin town, who had worked at the same place for 25 years. As a consequence, I impressed a few, but shocked and disgusted many by the revelation of my poetry. But like Walter White, when it comes to those I've disappointed, I don't give a shit.
Come on everyone, please make a contribution to Mysterious Ladies' challenge. I too am very interested as to what brought you to DU.
As many of you already know, though I contribute to DU under the name snugglebuck, my name is Kim Solem. I started writing poetry in 1990, yet I never shared it with anyone till I was diagnosed with stage four cancer in 2011. Till then I never had the confidence to submit my work to any forums, whether it be online or print. But like Walter White from 'Breaking Bad' I underwent a personality transformation, so much so, Walter became my muse of sorts.
Like Walter's alter ego Heisenberg, mine was snugglebuck. And just as Walter's friends and family were shocked to discover this new dimension to his personality, so were my acquaintances to find I write poetry. Especially erotica. Keep in mind, I was a quiet unassuming guy who lived outside a very small rural Wisconsin town, who had worked at the same place for 25 years. As a consequence, I impressed a few, but shocked and disgusted many by the revelation of my poetry. But like Walter White, when it comes to those I've disappointed, I don't give a shit.
Come on everyone, please make a contribution to Mysterious Ladies' challenge. I too am very interested as to what brought you to DU.
Myself, The Silence and The Deep
So, you want to know the how and why
of my relationship with the Deep
Two options: the PC answer or
soul-searched, searing honesty
I think since it’s poet to poet
option number two is how I’ll go
About twelve years ago, give or take
was the start of The Silence
The Silence stole the voices of my soul
that created song and poetry within
So many events happened, the start
was the death of a dear, cherished friend.
She was a genius, an artist, a scientist of life
Family reputation and societal stifling of spirit
drove her to an illness that killed her
Her family mourned her, and the poem
I wrote to celebrate her life was the very last one
before The Silence murdered all my words away
The Silence haunted me every moment of the day
my dreams were filled with song and verse
I could never remember, my soul could never forget
A strange taste in the mouth, a tune I couldn’t recall
I knew the muses were there, screaming but muted
Thirteen struggling years of marriage
with seven major life-changing surgeries
moving house four times, New York to New Jersey
four children with special needs and two miscarriages
seventy hour work weeks for years on end
increased amounts of psychiatric medication as well as
a week and a half hospitalization so I didn’t kill myself
only encouraged, enabling The Silence.
I was certain my muses were gone forever.
Listening to Panic!AtTheDisco obsessively
for months on end, I saw colors in the melodies
I felt the music on my skin like a wild summer storm
The lyrics, like incantations to banish The Silence
broke the barriers between me and my muses
The words came back, first hesitant to come out
unable, unwilling to stay locked away any longer
Emotion vs Logic took three months to write
After, I could not be stopped, writing until I dropped
I woke to write, I slept to wake up and write more
Barely eating, living on ink spills, coffee, words, meter
When I was certain the words and the music
had truly come back to stay I came to see
I needed a poet's community, like I had years ago
before The Silence took my words and music away
So I went to AllPoetry, and I wasn’t happy there
I then heard of the Deep, and now I am here.
of my relationship with the Deep
Two options: the PC answer or
soul-searched, searing honesty
I think since it’s poet to poet
option number two is how I’ll go
About twelve years ago, give or take
was the start of The Silence
The Silence stole the voices of my soul
that created song and poetry within
So many events happened, the start
was the death of a dear, cherished friend.
She was a genius, an artist, a scientist of life
Family reputation and societal stifling of spirit
drove her to an illness that killed her
Her family mourned her, and the poem
I wrote to celebrate her life was the very last one
before The Silence murdered all my words away
The Silence haunted me every moment of the day
my dreams were filled with song and verse
I could never remember, my soul could never forget
A strange taste in the mouth, a tune I couldn’t recall
I knew the muses were there, screaming but muted
Thirteen struggling years of marriage
with seven major life-changing surgeries
moving house four times, New York to New Jersey
four children with special needs and two miscarriages
seventy hour work weeks for years on end
increased amounts of psychiatric medication as well as
a week and a half hospitalization so I didn’t kill myself
only encouraged, enabling The Silence.
I was certain my muses were gone forever.
Listening to Panic!AtTheDisco obsessively
for months on end, I saw colors in the melodies
I felt the music on my skin like a wild summer storm
The lyrics, like incantations to banish The Silence
broke the barriers between me and my muses
The words came back, first hesitant to come out
unable, unwilling to stay locked away any longer
Emotion vs Logic took three months to write
After, I could not be stopped, writing until I dropped
I woke to write, I slept to wake up and write more
Barely eating, living on ink spills, coffee, words, meter
When I was certain the words and the music
had truly come back to stay I came to see
I needed a poet's community, like I had years ago
before The Silence took my words and music away
So I went to AllPoetry, and I wasn’t happy there
I then heard of the Deep, and now I am here.
Written by inechoingsilence
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thanks yall! inecho....fabulous! I feel you on the death of a loved one and bad things happening to us that can spark a poetic phenomenon in all of us. Sorry for the loss and this place is better that you are here! <3 Thank you! keep em all coming! <3
My pandoras BOX
For sometimes some things are better hidden, kept near your heart like hair from your lovers locks
A suburban life of robotics
When your master is upon you wrist counting down the drudgery of the cart and never ending shopping list
Stress when you develop a nervous twitch, start to think in shades of pink
The lie that self indulgance will boost self confidence, shit flush down the toilet won't return again
It always comes back again to stick and stink
Agnostic faith thats just a broken cross
Hold a banner just to toe the line
Your shrink will say the it was all your parents fault
All those splits can be resolved
Be reborn again, start a new page
Let deepunderground give you that edge
A suburban life of robotics
When your master is upon you wrist counting down the drudgery of the cart and never ending shopping list
Stress when you develop a nervous twitch, start to think in shades of pink
The lie that self indulgance will boost self confidence, shit flush down the toilet won't return again
It always comes back again to stick and stink
Agnostic faith thats just a broken cross
Hold a banner just to toe the line
Your shrink will say the it was all your parents fault
All those splits can be resolved
Be reborn again, start a new page
Let deepunderground give you that edge
Written by slipalong
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The Accidental Poet - - -for the What You Say Comp
Been writing poetry since teenage
Teenage angst mostly depressing
Some comedic the darkest humour
Never showed anyone, just for me
Waited until I was fifty, much time wasted
Caught the bug of performance poetry
Ex-actor in rep, prize-wining performances
Always wondered if my work was good enough
In Edinburgh poetry scene built up a fan base
People telling me my stuff was publishable
Searching for a home on the internet
Members of two poetry sites not so good
saw a link by pure accident just trawling the net
Deep Underground - seemed interesting
Joined up there and then became an undergrounder
started publishing made friends, acquired liker's
was flirting with thoughts of morbidity
Bi-polar mood swings and PTSD
Deep underground was my salvation
My connection to a life possible, my Home
Poetry improvement and lots of inspiration
Collaborations, competitions all drivers
Met some amazing people, met some bastards
Conned and fleeced, assisted and supported
Bullied and lied about for a year, not the first victim
It never ends, But I am a warrior, standing tall
I don't take shit now, personal bully-free zone
Now is the time to stick my neck out facing the chop
No intention to go out quietly, gonna expose the truth
As a MOD helping the underdogs, more standing up
I am here to help and support - salvation is here
But there are some that require no saving from ego
The arrogant elite are always on the case
But as the good book says, pride comes before a fall
And if victims stand together, They Will Fall
I am here now as a knight in shiteing armour
There's a new legless sheriff in town
Only the cabal members need be afraid
I once considered leaving deep underground
And leaving this world, I was saved by a woman
I am going to fight for Deep underground
I am going to fight for this haven of salvation
I am going to fight against the bullies and predators
I am going to fight back, the revolution starts here
Written by David_Macleod
(14397816)
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CORRUPTED THOUGHTS
Through life changes happens each moment of each day for nothing in life ever stays the same for things are always shifting through a process of many changes, for nothing in life will always be perfect for even when it comes to us as man and woman for with each encounter that we face we become apart of it in our own life. For with each encounter we either leave with a better understanding of our own strength and weakness, or we leave holding on to the regret with the hurt and pain as our emotional state of being slowly begins to die deep inside of us mentally for we are constant embattled with our most deepest thoughts. But regardless of the turmoil and the imperfection of the affliction and the scars that goes unseen, we forget how strong we truly are deep within the depth of our soul for remember that what doesn't kill us just makes us that much stronger to survive the process of change.
Written by Stoney223
(WOLF BAY33)
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