Poetry competition CLOSED 7th May 2018 9:13pm
WINNER
Viddax (Lord Viddax)
Viddax (Lord Viddax)
DUP NaPo Prompt Comp
Poetry Contest Description
Promptly Stomp the Competition!
Hosts: Ahavati & JohnnyBlaze
THE RULES
This competition is only for registered members of the Official DUP Napo/GloProWriMo 2018 Competition, who will be copy pasting as many of their Prompt inspired poems here.
There are no editing restrictions in this competition - you may edit to your heart's content until May arrives.
Participants, you have until midnight of April 30th in your time zone to get your entries in here!
The Winner of the Trophy will be decided by a panel of judges yet to be selected!
May the Best Prompt Win!
For those not registered who are interested, check out the Official DUP NaPo/GloProWriMo 2018 Competition at this link:
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/competitions/read/10143/
NaPo/GloPoWriMo 2018 Prompt Suggestions
1. Deep: Write about how deep this shallow poem is in an attempt to appease your CEO's daughter ( and CEO ), who thinks she's a poet:
Him
He is the coolest boy in school
Captain of the football team
All the girls like him a lot
But I like him better than them
I smile real big like
When I meet him in the hall
Sometimes he smiles back
And it makes me feel real tall
I hope he asks me to prom
I'll buy a special dress
He will look so handsome
And we will be the best
2. Underground : Write about a "Deep Web" underground resistance of Free-Verse poets uprising against the current World Wide Web Dictator of Form. Think The Matrix.
3. Worm : Write about the perils faced by a colony of worms evading a Tequila Revolution Draft.
4. Mistress : Write about why an anonymous Website Mistress is obsessed with worms and dirt. What the heck is up with that?
5. Poetry : Write a poem "about a poem about a poem". For example, take a look at DUP member PoetsRevenge's 'Dark Fruit', inspired by two of Sylvia Plath's poems:
'Maenad' & 'Mirror'
6. Poems : Write about a planet of poems consisting of individual colonies: Sonnetville, Cape Acrostic, Villanelle Village, etc., and how they eventually found peace after almost destroying each with weapons such as WMIP's ( Weapons of Mass Iambic Pentameter ).
7. NaPoWriMo : Write about National Poetry Writing Month, and the character of those who participate. Are they brave literary warriors? Masochists? Social outcasts with no offline lives?
8. GloPoWriMo : Write about a world that puts aside their differences for a whole month of poetry writing, and why. Does the resulting harmonic vibration generate light during a 30 day long eclipse of the sun?
9. Poet : Write a poem about another DUP poet, and why you enjoy their work. Extra Kudos if that poet writes about you.
10. Comments : Write a poem about you DIS-Honestly Critiquing or offering up Frenemy Feedback on another poet's poem ( or someone doing either to you ).
11. Bottle Caps and or Sewing Buttons : Write a poem about these items being the currency you are paid with for submitting your poems to DUP. What can you purchase at DUP with them? Think Black Market items as well.
12. War : Write about DUP engaged in battle with a rival poetry site using poems as weapons such as battering rams, catapults, stinkbombs, etc. Yes, Stinkbombs.
13: USS Deep Underground : Write about an off planet adventure using DUP Poets as the crew of an intergalactic space cruiser! Go Where No Poet Has Gone Before ( or otherwise we'll just be recycling the same poetic ideas until the Universe implodes! ).
14. Sewer : Write about DUP being a labyrinth of sewer pipes inhabited by an evil clown who torments you in the shape of horrific and awful poetry.
15. Lord of the Poems : Write a poem about a deep-underground conflict involving various domains of poetic kingdoms, each ruled by a DUP Poet, uniting to defeat the Mistress of Mordor and her All Seeing Eye Avatar.
16. LOST : Write about traveling in a subway train that derails into the Deep Underground Cavern, where you encounter bizarre happenings and inhabitants such as Word Shifting Poem Monsters and Friendly or Hostile Groups.
17. Poem Wars : Write about an intergalactic adventure of various DUP characters "a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away" .... way the hell out there.
18. Prison : Write about DUP as a prison colony warehousing the most heinous poets serving run on sentences for their literary crimes against the Humanities. Madame Warden takes no shit from anyone.
19. Clash of the Poets : Write a poem using DUP poets as epic mythical characters battling Minions of the Underground to prevent them from conquering Heaven and Earth.
20. Jurassic Poetry : Write about DUP as a theme park populated with genetically engineered poem forms and other antiquated literary achievements to prevent them from going extinct; such as the dreaded Thesaurus Rex.
21. Deepman : Write about costumed DUP poets Deep Knight and Batworm of the Underground Metropolis, waging war on crime being committed by other poets disguised as the clownishly homicidal Joker, followed by Catwoman, Penguin, and so forth.
22. Erotica : Write an erotic poem using the following words as prompts: moth balls, pork rinds, mint juleps, peanut butter and bran muffin. Why? No matter what, it's bound to turn out better than most erotic poetry!
23. Infomercial : Write an hour long segment for television and radio, selling DUP swampland and other hyped up nonsense to the masses.
24. Murder : Write about the Deep Underground Murder Mystery Party gone afoul when an actual murder occurs. Did Madame Lavender do it in the Library with an Acrostic? Be one of the many oddball guest poets solving the crime!
25. Superworm : Faster than a salty slug, more powerful than a beetle's shell, able to inch tall blades of grass in a single move ( sometimes. . .depends on when the grass has been cut ). The grub of Krypton is now the Worm of Steel: Superworm! Write about his or her adventures in saving DUP from an Invasion of the Poem Snatchers.
26. Poetic Medic : Play God in the operating room as you attempt to bring a dying poem back from the brink of death with critique, salad tongs from the cafeteria, friendly feedback, a mop bucket from the janitor's closet, jumper cables .... whatever you can get your hands on!
27. Deep Underground Funk : Write a rap poem about DUP based on Uptown Funk.
Poets hit your hallelujah (whoo)
Poets hit your hallelujah (whoo)
Poets hit your hallelujah (whoo)
'Cause DUP gon' give it to you!
'Cause DUP gon' give it to you!
'Cause DUP gon' give it to you!
Ahavati says, Whut-whuttttt?!
28. Night of the Living Dead Poet's Society : Write about being trapped in the Deep Underground Shopping Mall as walking dead poets attempt to force their way in and assault you. Are their poems clumsily slow and lumbering like classic zombies or so insanely fast paced as their modern horror movie counterparts that you can't keep up with what is being recited? Can they be stopped when they have no brains?
29. Sitcom Pilot : Write about DUP as a television sitcom recorded in front of a live studio audience. What would the title be? The Pilot be about? The cast?
30. The Poem Factory : Write about a so-called eccentric genius who mass produces poetry in his ginormous factory filled with amazing technological gadgetry that unfortunately churns out poems with no originality.
31. ( Bonus) Nonsense : Write about the DUP ecosystem being threatened by an out of control population increase of Nonsense Bunny Icons. ( Think 'The Trouble with Tribbles' ( Google it if you're young ) ).
THE RULES
This competition is only for registered members of the Official DUP Napo/GloProWriMo 2018 Competition, who will be copy pasting as many of their Prompt inspired poems here.
There are no editing restrictions in this competition - you may edit to your heart's content until May arrives.
Participants, you have until midnight of April 30th in your time zone to get your entries in here!
The Winner of the Trophy will be decided by a panel of judges yet to be selected!
May the Best Prompt Win!
For those not registered who are interested, check out the Official DUP NaPo/GloProWriMo 2018 Competition at this link:
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/competitions/read/10143/
NaPo/GloPoWriMo 2018 Prompt Suggestions
1. Deep: Write about how deep this shallow poem is in an attempt to appease your CEO's daughter ( and CEO ), who thinks she's a poet:
Him
He is the coolest boy in school
Captain of the football team
All the girls like him a lot
But I like him better than them
I smile real big like
When I meet him in the hall
Sometimes he smiles back
And it makes me feel real tall
I hope he asks me to prom
I'll buy a special dress
He will look so handsome
And we will be the best
2. Underground : Write about a "Deep Web" underground resistance of Free-Verse poets uprising against the current World Wide Web Dictator of Form. Think The Matrix.
3. Worm : Write about the perils faced by a colony of worms evading a Tequila Revolution Draft.
4. Mistress : Write about why an anonymous Website Mistress is obsessed with worms and dirt. What the heck is up with that?
5. Poetry : Write a poem "about a poem about a poem". For example, take a look at DUP member PoetsRevenge's 'Dark Fruit', inspired by two of Sylvia Plath's poems:
'Maenad' & 'Mirror'
6. Poems : Write about a planet of poems consisting of individual colonies: Sonnetville, Cape Acrostic, Villanelle Village, etc., and how they eventually found peace after almost destroying each with weapons such as WMIP's ( Weapons of Mass Iambic Pentameter ).
7. NaPoWriMo : Write about National Poetry Writing Month, and the character of those who participate. Are they brave literary warriors? Masochists? Social outcasts with no offline lives?
8. GloPoWriMo : Write about a world that puts aside their differences for a whole month of poetry writing, and why. Does the resulting harmonic vibration generate light during a 30 day long eclipse of the sun?
9. Poet : Write a poem about another DUP poet, and why you enjoy their work. Extra Kudos if that poet writes about you.
10. Comments : Write a poem about you DIS-Honestly Critiquing or offering up Frenemy Feedback on another poet's poem ( or someone doing either to you ).
11. Bottle Caps and or Sewing Buttons : Write a poem about these items being the currency you are paid with for submitting your poems to DUP. What can you purchase at DUP with them? Think Black Market items as well.
12. War : Write about DUP engaged in battle with a rival poetry site using poems as weapons such as battering rams, catapults, stinkbombs, etc. Yes, Stinkbombs.
13: USS Deep Underground : Write about an off planet adventure using DUP Poets as the crew of an intergalactic space cruiser! Go Where No Poet Has Gone Before ( or otherwise we'll just be recycling the same poetic ideas until the Universe implodes! ).
14. Sewer : Write about DUP being a labyrinth of sewer pipes inhabited by an evil clown who torments you in the shape of horrific and awful poetry.
15. Lord of the Poems : Write a poem about a deep-underground conflict involving various domains of poetic kingdoms, each ruled by a DUP Poet, uniting to defeat the Mistress of Mordor and her All Seeing Eye Avatar.
16. LOST : Write about traveling in a subway train that derails into the Deep Underground Cavern, where you encounter bizarre happenings and inhabitants such as Word Shifting Poem Monsters and Friendly or Hostile Groups.
17. Poem Wars : Write about an intergalactic adventure of various DUP characters "a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away" .... way the hell out there.
18. Prison : Write about DUP as a prison colony warehousing the most heinous poets serving run on sentences for their literary crimes against the Humanities. Madame Warden takes no shit from anyone.
19. Clash of the Poets : Write a poem using DUP poets as epic mythical characters battling Minions of the Underground to prevent them from conquering Heaven and Earth.
20. Jurassic Poetry : Write about DUP as a theme park populated with genetically engineered poem forms and other antiquated literary achievements to prevent them from going extinct; such as the dreaded Thesaurus Rex.
21. Deepman : Write about costumed DUP poets Deep Knight and Batworm of the Underground Metropolis, waging war on crime being committed by other poets disguised as the clownishly homicidal Joker, followed by Catwoman, Penguin, and so forth.
22. Erotica : Write an erotic poem using the following words as prompts: moth balls, pork rinds, mint juleps, peanut butter and bran muffin. Why? No matter what, it's bound to turn out better than most erotic poetry!
23. Infomercial : Write an hour long segment for television and radio, selling DUP swampland and other hyped up nonsense to the masses.
24. Murder : Write about the Deep Underground Murder Mystery Party gone afoul when an actual murder occurs. Did Madame Lavender do it in the Library with an Acrostic? Be one of the many oddball guest poets solving the crime!
25. Superworm : Faster than a salty slug, more powerful than a beetle's shell, able to inch tall blades of grass in a single move ( sometimes. . .depends on when the grass has been cut ). The grub of Krypton is now the Worm of Steel: Superworm! Write about his or her adventures in saving DUP from an Invasion of the Poem Snatchers.
26. Poetic Medic : Play God in the operating room as you attempt to bring a dying poem back from the brink of death with critique, salad tongs from the cafeteria, friendly feedback, a mop bucket from the janitor's closet, jumper cables .... whatever you can get your hands on!
27. Deep Underground Funk : Write a rap poem about DUP based on Uptown Funk.
Poets hit your hallelujah (whoo)
Poets hit your hallelujah (whoo)
Poets hit your hallelujah (whoo)
'Cause DUP gon' give it to you!
'Cause DUP gon' give it to you!
'Cause DUP gon' give it to you!
Ahavati says, Whut-whuttttt?!
28. Night of the Living Dead Poet's Society : Write about being trapped in the Deep Underground Shopping Mall as walking dead poets attempt to force their way in and assault you. Are their poems clumsily slow and lumbering like classic zombies or so insanely fast paced as their modern horror movie counterparts that you can't keep up with what is being recited? Can they be stopped when they have no brains?
29. Sitcom Pilot : Write about DUP as a television sitcom recorded in front of a live studio audience. What would the title be? The Pilot be about? The cast?
30. The Poem Factory : Write about a so-called eccentric genius who mass produces poetry in his ginormous factory filled with amazing technological gadgetry that unfortunately churns out poems with no originality.
31. ( Bonus) Nonsense : Write about the DUP ecosystem being threatened by an out of control population increase of Nonsense Bunny Icons. ( Think 'The Trouble with Tribbles' ( Google it if you're young ) ).
It’s ev’ry month I come collect my pay
For po’ems I submit each thirty days,
With bottle caps’ & buttons’ colors gay
I bank inside a jar and hide away.
And when it’s time I add a little more,
Then jog into the DU general store
To parlay w’ the clerk what I can score
Who smiles & asks me what the rush is for.
I say there is no time for me to waste,
Apologizing for my shopper’s haste.
I need to buy a toothbrush I misplaced
To rid my teeth of food I still can taste.
But tell me of your specials for the day
I can avail, and then I must away.
“I’ve china glass that chime from breeze’s sway
And paper parasols that give you shade.
Huarache sandals made of hide that stray’d,
And compasses to help you find your way.”
But do you carry anything in stock
That’s off the record, just in case I gawk?
“There’s lingerie made of grape-flavored mesh,
And Cuban stogies sent from Bangladesh.
The fishnet stockings made of real flesh
Have just come in so they ought to be fresh.”
A button for my toothbrush, then I run.
A pair of smelly stockings is no fun!
Copyright©️Jade Pandora 2018. All Rights Reserved.
NaPo/GloPoWriMo 2018 (Bonus theme 11 entry)
Web Mistress Obsessed
Web Mistress
That is what they call her
We all wonder...
What it is she is doing
With her insane obsession...
With worms and dirt
I scroll in the chat room
Anonymous pics and comments
With captions underneath each
And oh how fascinating they can be sometimes
And oh!
Here is an interesting one
Like I don't even know how she went about finding this.....
It's sooooo gross.....
The longest earthworm
Covered in so much dirt
Captioned "yaaaaaaass baby, my pride and joy!"
It's not just that though....
There are plenty more
Like....
What is up, with the anonymous Website Mistress
And her obsession with with worms and dirt?
-prompt 4 entry of NaPo/GloPoWriMo 2018
Web Mistress
That is what they call her
We all wonder...
What it is she is doing
With her insane obsession...
With worms and dirt
I scroll in the chat room
Anonymous pics and comments
With captions underneath each
And oh how fascinating they can be sometimes
And oh!
Here is an interesting one
Like I don't even know how she went about finding this.....
It's sooooo gross.....
The longest earthworm
Covered in so much dirt
Captioned "yaaaaaaass baby, my pride and joy!"
It's not just that though....
There are plenty more
Like....
What is up, with the anonymous Website Mistress
And her obsession with with worms and dirt?
-prompt 4 entry of NaPo/GloPoWriMo 2018
3. Worm : Write about the perils faced by a colony of worms evading a Tequila Revolution Draft.
War and Worms
No, no senor
I do not want
to go to war;
for I am just a worm
all that blood and death
makes me so sick and squirm
I don't care about the Tequila
no matter what you say
I will not join you or go arriba
for the alcohol revolution
as staying underground
is simply the perfect solution
so avoiding the stupid draft
is muy bien for you and me
as it is plainly really daft
so I willll go further underground
to escape the Guerra above
with its so unnatural muerte sound
and leave you to fight on
as when it is all over
you will be dead and gone
I shall stay in my colony
and remain a pacifist
far from the violent boloney
for as you can clearly see
I am only a simple gusano
and wishes to remain esprit
besides I cannot hold a gun
as for arms or hands or legs
I fundamentally have none
so please leave me to my peace
and of your combatiendo talk
please detener, halt and cease!
War and Worms
No, no senor
I do not want
to go to war;
for I am just a worm
all that blood and death
makes me so sick and squirm
I don't care about the Tequila
no matter what you say
I will not join you or go arriba
for the alcohol revolution
as staying underground
is simply the perfect solution
so avoiding the stupid draft
is muy bien for you and me
as it is plainly really daft
so I willll go further underground
to escape the Guerra above
with its so unnatural muerte sound
and leave you to fight on
as when it is all over
you will be dead and gone
I shall stay in my colony
and remain a pacifist
far from the violent boloney
for as you can clearly see
I am only a simple gusano
and wishes to remain esprit
besides I cannot hold a gun
as for arms or hands or legs
I fundamentally have none
so please leave me to my peace
and of your combatiendo talk
please detener, halt and cease!
6/30 (A poem about poems)
Character of Poems
The gift of poetry, ruminative
affording cathartic relief
often anaesthetising
paralysing grief
lyrics on page
remarks penned for free
muses upon a canvas
passage to the sea
expressions finely woven
interlaced passionately with care
sentiments of emotions
releasing despair
descriptive images
paint linguistic visuals
of angst and regret
mourning vigils
mood and temperament
inspire impulses to write
as allusive disposition
are brought into light
Character of Poems
The gift of poetry, ruminative
affording cathartic relief
often anaesthetising
paralysing grief
lyrics on page
remarks penned for free
muses upon a canvas
passage to the sea
expressions finely woven
interlaced passionately with care
sentiments of emotions
releasing despair
descriptive images
paint linguistic visuals
of angst and regret
mourning vigils
mood and temperament
inspire impulses to write
as allusive disposition
are brought into light
The Word Engineer
Not many know of that Victorian mansion
Those flakey brick walls
forming an eternal autumn
against the norm of the seasons
Unkempt grasses growing
along the old broken fence posts ,
Somehow still standing
amidst the lingering tug
of persistent weed and grape vine
And , the Hardwood shutters
blocking curious eye from glancing
at the eccentric old man hidden within
Not many know the fruit of his labor
Merely rumoring of the man's
lonely vocation
As Coffee shop ghost stories
fall just short of the truth
Though , it's grown apparent to some
that he's a writer of sorts ;
as the only visitor to his home
has been that of a publishing firm
Making weekly stops at his front steps ,
carrying out boxes upon boxes of
whatever it was
Not many know of the oddities he's been hoarding
Most have no idea
of the droning machinery
that restlessly churn out his
prose and poetry
Odd brassy instruments
turning and cranking typewriter wheels
Steam powered idea machines
sloppily constructing thoughtless sentences
And , the miniature guillotines
constantly chopping away as the resident
editors in house
Not many know the deception
of the aged man's
genius workshop
Or how he even came
to build all those
fantastic machinations
Though , If the critics
could only see
his hackneyed operation in production
They would surely
See the creativity behind
His lacking originality
Prompt #30 : The Poem Factory
Not many know of that Victorian mansion
Those flakey brick walls
forming an eternal autumn
against the norm of the seasons
Unkempt grasses growing
along the old broken fence posts ,
Somehow still standing
amidst the lingering tug
of persistent weed and grape vine
And , the Hardwood shutters
blocking curious eye from glancing
at the eccentric old man hidden within
Not many know the fruit of his labor
Merely rumoring of the man's
lonely vocation
As Coffee shop ghost stories
fall just short of the truth
Though , it's grown apparent to some
that he's a writer of sorts ;
as the only visitor to his home
has been that of a publishing firm
Making weekly stops at his front steps ,
carrying out boxes upon boxes of
whatever it was
Not many know of the oddities he's been hoarding
Most have no idea
of the droning machinery
that restlessly churn out his
prose and poetry
Odd brassy instruments
turning and cranking typewriter wheels
Steam powered idea machines
sloppily constructing thoughtless sentences
And , the miniature guillotines
constantly chopping away as the resident
editors in house
Not many know the deception
of the aged man's
genius workshop
Or how he even came
to build all those
fantastic machinations
Though , If the critics
could only see
his hackneyed operation in production
They would surely
See the creativity behind
His lacking originality
Prompt #30 : The Poem Factory
Viddax said:I assume from the rules that more than one prompt can be entered?
Besides that, I am indebted to Johnny for the Prompts as without them I would be at a near loss, and maybe 30 potential poems down.
You assume correctly.
And you are indebted to Ahavati as well, for together on a Sunday afternoon we grappled the Muse of Nonsense to the ground and tickled those prompts outta her
Besides that, I am indebted to Johnny for the Prompts as without them I would be at a near loss, and maybe 30 potential poems down.
You assume correctly.
And you are indebted to Ahavati as well, for together on a Sunday afternoon we grappled the Muse of Nonsense to the ground and tickled those prompts outta her
10. Comments : Write a poem about you DIS-Honestly Critiquing or offering up Frenemy Feedback on another poet's poem ( or someone doing either to you ).
Cease and Desist
What can I say?
Expect that your prose lacks panache
your poetry brings misery
and you all in all need to
git gud
even in your cliché username.
I have read some drivel in my time
but you take the biscuit, cake and cream
to churn out a bloated oversweet mess
drowning in its self-obsession
enough to wish your pen had cancer
and the pages could flay themselves
to escape your narcissistic grasp.
I really must comment
about this travesty of language
that proves once and for all
there is no god or divine spark
as you have murdered them
with your paragon of trash.
I mean really,
do you even edit?
Or does it just come out
as the faeces all can plainly see.
I would tell you to top yourself
but fear the note itself would cause genocide
and the words already cannot be taken back
how I wish for time travel!
I know you did not come here for abuse
but with no talent like that
it is a public service
to tell you to stop writing
try another hobby;
like watching paint dry
as you are no poet
but a first order prat.
Cease and Desist
What can I say?
Expect that your prose lacks panache
your poetry brings misery
and you all in all need to
git gud
even in your cliché username.
I have read some drivel in my time
but you take the biscuit, cake and cream
to churn out a bloated oversweet mess
drowning in its self-obsession
enough to wish your pen had cancer
and the pages could flay themselves
to escape your narcissistic grasp.
I really must comment
about this travesty of language
that proves once and for all
there is no god or divine spark
as you have murdered them
with your paragon of trash.
I mean really,
do you even edit?
Or does it just come out
as the faeces all can plainly see.
I would tell you to top yourself
but fear the note itself would cause genocide
and the words already cannot be taken back
how I wish for time travel!
I know you did not come here for abuse
but with no talent like that
it is a public service
to tell you to stop writing
try another hobby;
like watching paint dry
as you are no poet
but a first order prat.
brightest and best
(inspired by prompt #1: deep)
she's so talented
so deep
her emotions flow like ink
she's so expressive
so original
so in touch with her soul
she's so young
but profound
nothing can tear her heart down
she's the brightest
she's so deep
she's a poetic prodigy
she's a doll
in daddy's eyes
dressed in pretty pink disguise
perfect to him
but in truth
she's just another spoiled youth
of course he's proud
most parents are
he sees his daughter as a star
but he forgets
she's one of many
the sky is filled with galaxies
she's just a dot
among the rest
but he's confident that she's the best
daddy's gaze
stays fixed on his girl
the bright center of his world
(inspired by prompt #1: deep)
she's so talented
so deep
her emotions flow like ink
she's so expressive
so original
so in touch with her soul
she's so young
but profound
nothing can tear her heart down
she's the brightest
she's so deep
she's a poetic prodigy
she's a doll
in daddy's eyes
dressed in pretty pink disguise
perfect to him
but in truth
she's just another spoiled youth
of course he's proud
most parents are
he sees his daughter as a star
but he forgets
she's one of many
the sky is filled with galaxies
she's just a dot
among the rest
but he's confident that she's the best
daddy's gaze
stays fixed on his girl
the bright center of his world
