Official DUP NaPo/GloProWrimo 2018

27/30

focus like a fly

This thing we have could make me
fail all my finals.
It won't, of course.
But it totally could.
I would rather write songs than essays
to begin with,
of course,
and I'd rather study the Russian alphabet
than my schoolbooks.
But I'm getting things done
in my own roundabout way.

I can stomach anything
these days -
the butterflies help
break my worry with their wingbeats.
Anything -
because I know what eight o'clock contains:
your eyes softening to see me.
an up-close earful
of your bare-chested breathing.

I sit here in the meantime, buzzing,
aching -
studying.


28/30

bitter fitting

I am straight caffeine,
a personality
that pours an incessant
fresh-pressed, rich
trickle of espresso
into my manner,
my waking up, and my waking;
my morning conversation.

I know how to be drunk up,
thrown back down a throat -
bounced around a mind
at one time;

now, I learn to sigh
from this man who drinks
nothing stronger than green tea -
he breathes my strong scent in,
hums, admiring;

too awake - wide;
in awe,
he'd rather know my potency
by the smell on my steam
than by my vanishing
past the lips -

knowing this, I drop all my tension
and bear my bitterness -
fitting right
on the countertop;
right in his life.

The End     - - - - (28 / 30)

The end is nigh
Said Stephen Fry
adopting a straight man's alibi
shagging women like a guy

The end is very near
you might have to fear
especially if your queer
punishment so severe

the end's coming soon
Uttered Daniel Boon
as he knife ripped a racoon
was see by the man in the moon
hat making skills: He'll be dead soon

the end is just around the corner
spouted little Jack Horner
he stuck his thumb in something warmer
in his own ass he went for a wander

The end of mankind is coming to us
there is no point in causing a fuss
we are all on the extinction bus
despite profanities we cuss

no god has come to help the poor
laughed James Bond star, Roger Moore
there is no god I assure you
No Jesus, No Allah, No King of the Jews


can you feel the force
I tell you until I am hoarse
mother nature's mankind divorce
she releases the 4 dark ones on their horse

Can you feel the her shove
or a peace created from above
like a fingering with a velvet glove
extinction activated there will be no peace, no love

Anatomy of Loss

XIV

.i

I'm uncertain what's left
to dissect in currency of breath;
of world elitism, perhaps
no thing remains to be gained

We pillage through chambers
of heart seeking its riveting
source: the will to sustain Life
by continually emptying itself

Disect black tar and nicotene
from advanced lung disease
Hemisphere the brain beyond
our own limited capacity for cure

Acupuncture nerves from pain
Meditate worries away;
stretch muscles firmly taut
while compassion wanes

A lifetime is spent filling
surroundings materially;
competing for a win fiercely
refusing to relinquish gracefully

That one more thing be owned
through years of avoiding death
Not for the honor or glory it brings
for there is none in materialism

but . . .

from a paralyzing fear of loneliness
born from a deep agony of loss

. . .

28/30



For my J, with Love💜

I'll Write You


Dearest Goddess


I'll write you
a fucking love poem;
I'll ink
emotional
parchment
with the beats
of my damn heart
Punctuate it
in the lust
that swells
from the sight
of your pale
marked skin

With my hands
I'll trace your anatomy
with my tongue
your curves
my eyes
will silhouette
each curve
bruise
and bump;

I'll put it in words

I'll write you a fucking
love poem
Leave
the pauses
to drip
from your open lips
as you stand
before me
in all your naked glory
with your nipples
thick
erect
and
begging

I'll write you a fucking love poem

tomorrow

For today
I have chosen
to cover the page
in the sex
that drips from your mouth
and the perfection
you physically
perspire
onto the surface of the earth

I'll write you
a fucking love poem
tomorrow

for it's the last of these
thirty days
No other topic
deserves
the final
praise

I'll write you a fucking
love
poem
You know
it ends in
"with love from Me"


-x-


Entry 29
Letters to Society, God    
& The Goddess    
GloPoWriMo 2018    
Posted April 29th

Whoohoo

Second last day!
Oh how exciting!

27/30

just a number

108
she said if I drop below 100 again
she'll have to do something more drastic –
I feel fine, so I don't know why
she's so worried about my
weight

they act like I starve,
but it's not like that –
they act like I'm sick,
like I'm trying to
destroy myself

I know I'm picky;
I eat
on my own terms –
but apparently
oreos and
milkshakes
and the occasional bowl of cereal
doesn't make up a
balanced diet

I wish they'd stop asking
like it matters to them –
if I lie and say I ate today
will they stop worrying?
if I only have caffeine and
ensure nutrition shakes
for a week
will they even notice?

I'm functioning just
fine
without their help
and concerned advice –
my weight
is just a number,
so why is it more
to them?

CONTESTANTS MUST READ AND HEED THIS

In The Speakeasy Thread

https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/speakeasy/read/10144/

tell us where you live:

City, Town or County + Country + Timezone

as soon as possible!

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

Please be sure to post your #30 Entry

AFTER April 29 ends and BEFORE May 1st begins

in "your home's timezone".

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

And make sure ALL of your entries are

numbered, titled and contain no less than 50 unique words.


( 🌲 = posted and counted since last update )

And we're holding steady at 18 participants!

Greetings, Poets! Welcome to DAY 29!

You are SO close to the finish line!

Forget about traditional countdowns and ball drops; see how these cities drop instead; next with Flagstaff, AZ.

One . . .

Being near the largest Ponderosa Pine forests in North America, it's fitting that each New Year in Flagstaff, Arizona is brought in by dropping a giant 70-pound glowing metal pinecone. The citizens of Flagstaff gather in the historic downtown area and watch the cone fall from the bough of the Hotel Weatherford.  There is a multitude of live music at local bars and restaurants and, of course, there are fireworks to be enjoyed

If a giant 70 pound glowing metal pinecone drops in the forest and there is no one around, will it make a sound?

Is any one around to read the 540 poems our participants are dropping in the Deep Underground?!

🌲1. Ahavati - IIII
🌲2. JohnnyBlaze - IIII
🍑3. JadePandora - IIII
🌲4. Viddax - IIII
🍑5. Mel44 - III✔✔✔✔✔
🌲6. cloventongue89 - IIII✔
🌲7. David_Macleod - IIII
🌲8. rowantree - IIII
🍑9. ImperfectedStone - IIII
🌲10. MadameLavender - IIII
🌲11. RevolutionAl - IIII✔
🌲12. Hepcat61- III
🌲13. poetryaccident - IIII
🍑14. Thetravelingfairy -III✔✔✔✔✔✔
🍕15. MisfitPoet89 - III✔✔✔✔✔
🍑16. Samael - III✔✔✔✔✔
🌲17. Rosegold - III✔✔✔✔✔✔
🌲18. thepositivelydark - III✔✔✔✔✔

If your name isn't listed, it's because you haven't posted, and we haven't heard from you in at least three days!

Each of you are standing in your own personal forest of poetry grown from inspiration, focus and determination!

Well done, Poets! 🎊

Thank You for your participation!

Fathers for Just Ice      - - - (29 / 30)

A Scotch on the Rocks
When Your Kids Have No Socks

A Double Spiced Rum, Behold!
No Home Electric, Kids Feeling the Cold

Twelve Pints of Draught Beer
You Make Your Children Live in Fear

Fifteen Pints of Apple Cider
Your Children Have No Provider

5 Large Flagons of Ale
The Only Bread Left to Eat Is Stale

Two Bottles of Sherry
Alone in the Dark Is Scary

Three Bottles of Cheap Red Wine
You Teach Your Kids to Recoil and Recline

9 Bacardi and Coke
Your Kids You Punch, Slap and Poke

A Bottle of Champagne
Your Kids Receive No Love Just Pain

A Half Bottle of Peach Schnapps
This Is Abuse Not Just a Parental Lapse

8 Glasses of Banana Rum
Your Kids Have Leather Strap Marks on Their Bum

A Bottle of Absinthe
Your Kids Pray for Your Absence

You're Not Drunk You're Pissed
Kids Punched When They'd Rather Been Kissed

You're Not Drunk You're Hammered
A Ten Year Old Bed Wetter, His Voice Stammered

You're Not Just Drunk You're Wrecked
You Cause Your Kids to Suffer Neglect

To Die Alone an Appropriate Price
For a Father Who Prioritised Alcohol and Ice
Over Being a Father

CONTESTANTS MUST READ AND HEED THIS

In The Speakeasy Thread

https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/speakeasy/read/10144/

tell us where you live:

City, Town or County + Country + Timezone

as soon as possible or you stand a chance at forfeiting the trophy!  

🏆= Those who've responded.

🏆1. Ahavati - IIII
🏆2. JohnnyBlaze - IIII
🏆3. JadePandora - IIII
🏆4. Viddax - IIII
🍑5. Mel44 - III✔✔✔✔✔
🏆6. cloventongue89 - IIII✔
🏆7. David_Macleod - IIII
🏆8. rowantree - IIII
🏆9. ImperfectedStone - IIII
🏆10. MadameLavender - IIII
🏆11. RevolutionAl - IIII✔
🏆12. Hepcat61- III
🏆13. poetryaccident - IIII
🍑14. Thetravelingfairy -
III✔✔✔✔✔✔
🏆15. MisfitPoet89 - III✔✔✔✔✔
🏆16. Samael - III✔✔✔✔✔
🏆17. Rosegold - III✔✔✔✔✔✔
🏆18. thepositivelydark - III✔✔✔✔✔

Thank you!  

27/30

"Food truck"


Generators slamming ,
and pounding in the back.
cartoon knives slashing  
CO2 with a hack.
bumpers are rusty and the tip jars out,
help wanted signs posted yo there is no doubt.
 
FOOD TRUCK!
FOOD TRUCK!
 
white rice cooked
it's on fleek.
 
FOOD TRUCK!
FOOD TRUCK!
 
hit a new stand  
every day of the week.
 
shrimp sauce POW!
quesarito goes boom!
i wanna climb aboard  
they say "THERE IS NO ROOM !"  
 
FOOD TRUCK!
FOOD TRUCK!
 
rolling Armadillo taco,
spooning meatball mash.
if you want artisan grilled cheese,
better taste the corned beef hash!
 
FOOD TRUCK!
FOOD TRUCK!
 
frozen or prepackaged, sometimes they cook it from scratch.
portable wagon baking cookies by the batch.
Pincho's,hot dogs and ,ice cream cones.
they know they can only park in designated zones!
 
FOOD TRUCK!
FOOD TRUCK!
FOOD TRUCK!
FOOD TRUCK!


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This poetry month competition is either bringing out the best or the worst in me....good lord lol.

partial inspiration:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9EvhRaqzMPY

in my head this sounds like a beat from the the Beastie boys:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=07Y0cy-nvAg

Wanton Butchery
(sonnet)
formule poésie 29/30

Can soul’s destroy be bought with passions’ shame?
Is lovers’ repossess a judgement’s price?
Can “want” be butchered up in pieces claim
That those deemed “right” are all that can suffice.

How have my lovers carved apart my soul,
To cut away what edicts’ won’t allow.
For none would seem to take my wantings whole,
But steal their needs, as mine they disavow.

I merely sought a mutual devour,
A soul to want my company complete.
A soul secure that deems no ruling pow’r,
But works to passions fill, not their deplete.

I've tried to build a some’ of my left parts,
But passions left to rot leave poisoned hearts.

29.30 - By ImperfectedStone via proxy due to no internet while on vacation ( I think that's the point of the vacation . . . ) 🌞

UW: 72

Kew

In cast white iron,
you exhale
a short sigh of relief,
in your sanctuary,
scented and in flower and glorious
photographed by Canadians on a soggy gap year, surrounded by sacred trees,
companion planting and art.
A highlight of London,
an oasis,
a joint choice for her introduction to the city,
that we travelled to together, via car and train and tube,
inhaled and enjoyed and indulged,
letting our smallest joy share
what bonds and breaks us,
what inspires and alights.
We left with memories, photos
and a lift flap flower book.

28/30

"Close up of the green celled membrane, guts,and goji berry flowers: s-sorrow, h-heartbreak, a-ambush, m-muzzled, e-equinox"


Regret,
fight or flight.

when do we choose to stand our ground or break to the wild winds?

we only have one life so we have to make the choices worth living with,
the decisions that won’t haunt us on our deathbed in the hospital 30 or 60 years from now.

shame can suck us dry as a spouse; as well as our life force that drives us which could be dangerous.

weather it be a little white lies, sex with a stranger, or jumping out of a plane.
we have to own that shit.

if we could shrink any smaller that Rick Moranis we would….

syllables i could sink in like a cozy couch with a warm blanket. pollination that could spread in spite of our actions. infectious? you better believe it. coughing just to piss myself and be excused from the room to gather my thoughts and scold my own theories & corrections.reprimanded.

is this our finest hour,…no but it is still ours to do what we see fit. breathing speeds and slows as we count chest expansion and retractions. just a simple sneeze away from loosing our minds.nodding off we’d hope’d they would have given up the fight now,forgotten mistakes, but that just makes me feel worse.
i’m left with I and 2am grows nearer than i’d care for.



this conversation is 100 proof with no chaser,time to cowboy up motherfuckers.
buzzing brought back the past we couldn’t outrun.

woven wings were anvils, i’d like the court to recall the October 1982 case “Wile E. Coyote against Acme”.

a spell in spite of how it all began; is it how we say “Women” or “Woman”.choices cheat us of of the second option,or was it the first? our actions are like kids picking up golf balls over driven past the fence in the woods,a million to choose from; actions make the man or woman.

tawdry as pickle ball taking over the bicycle polo courts. we are god’s game of chess, overturned by the kids running circles in the house.my my how the kings,queens,castles,and pawns fly.we never even found all the pieces.i’m sure they’re lost in the couch, the air vent blowing cold cold air reminding us of our childhood and where we went all wrong. or maybe it was all right? a cookie and warm glass of cold milk will suffice as consolation prize this day. double dare 2000 re-runs pass through me.

life is a metaphor for getting the fuck out.







Inspired by AtoMik’s- I’ll just kindly GTFO





s-sorrow
h-heartbreak
a-ambush
m-muzzled
e-equinox


- playing catchup.

27/30
Maturity

Seems like being mature for my age
Has set me up and set the stage
To be the odd man out for my life
No matter the odds no matter the strife
What really is so wrong in my head
That I'm treated like a ghost so very dead
So see through that one could argue insane
These thoughts as they tumble through my brain
But year after year it stays just the same
An unnamed shadow well that is my game
I do it so well without even trying
Though it leaves my heart sad and feeling like crying
I don't know how to change this direction
Somehow change my life and selection
To not always be the one to speak first
Though this is my lot and this is my curse
Do I put too much effort in the people around
While I dig myself deeper into the ground
Yes I don't deal with nonsense it's true
But is this what leaves me feeling so blue
So I live my life as an afterthought alone
So very sorrowful and so far unknown


28/30
Short Words

Short words
To describe
How I feel
Short words
That make it
So real
Short words
Not always
My style
Short words
As I write
By the mile
Short words
So many
There are
Short words
Whether near
Or far
Short words
Stand stark
In my head
Short words
That I've come
To dread
Short words
That describe
All my hope
Short words
Make me feel
Like a dope
Short words
Are what
Get me by
Short words
No matter how
Hard I try
Short words
Remind me
Everyday
Short words
How the hours
Pass away
Short words
For such
Little time
Short words
Leave us feeling
So sublime
Short words
To share with
Our fellows
Short words
That describe
Blues and yellows
Short words
That are always
Standing there
Short words
To describe
How we care
Short words
Breaching the
Long gap
Short words
To protect
From a trap
Short words
To reach out
To others
Short words
Reminding humanity
We're all brothers

*double posting today the last couple of days have been a whirlwind of activity*