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David_Macleod
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The Goddess of DU -- - -For the Comp
I contemplate her many works
I ponder her many talents
And I am in awe
It is mana from heaven
Inspiration flows from her pen
And I am speechless
She has the voice of an angel
And sometimes a Hell's Angel
I listen intently to every word
She sings with her heart
With passion and love
Can't stop myself singing along
An accomplished musician
Is there anything she can't play
I am insanely jealous
A professional poetry performer
An inspirational all genre maniac
I bow to her awesome talent
Her written word is faultless
A pleasure to read always
I am challenged to write
The beauty she brings to the page
Masterful and awe-inspiring
I want to be "Her" for a day
A strong intelligent woman
Takes no shit, a warrior
A Light I see in the darkness
A Woman full of love and compassion
Such a genuinely warm spirit
She is my lighthouse
A lifesaver a loyal companion
Always there when dark clouds appear
I am in her debt
I am proud to call her my best friend
A force of nature in all things
My wee haggis bon-bon
Literally the Goddess of DU
There can be only one
I say, she is the one
MISSY
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems-by/Miss_Sub/
see also
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VWt13f18xqA&feature=youtu.be
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/groups/loud-speaker-poetry/discussion/
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David_Macleod
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14397816
Tyrant of Words
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Umm Roars -- - -For the Comp
The ink hits the page
And instantly turns into
Wonderful artistry
Poems and Prose
They are few
But all are quality
Self-confessed timidity
And self-deprecation
She attempts to hide
This awesome talent
Not prideful - she should be
In the shadows
But emanating light
And inspiration
I stand in awe
Viewing masterpiece artwork
Ink, paint, charcoal and pencil
She makes them come to life
Horses dance and strike a pose
Landscapes languish luxuriously
Speaking directly to the soul
Speaking of true beauty
Portraits in pencil real quality
A quality of the photographic
Bringing all expressions
To life exposing her love
True artistry is her muse
My own art steadily improves
But only as a result of her
Influence and inspiration
When I grow up I want
May art to be as good as Umm's
She is a pinnacle to aim for
Though I suspect I she will
Always be the master
And I will be the student
Her poems equally inspirational
All her poems speak to me
In inspirational whispers
Creating poetic thoughts,
Remembrances and challenges
One cannot help being inspired
To write like the wordsmith she is
She is the consummate artist
Overflowing with such talent
Read her poems
Consume her prose
View her art
One cannot fail to be inspired
Self-confessed timidity
And self-deprecation
She attempts to hide
This awesome talent
But her artistry roars
Beauty and Inspiration
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems-by/Umm/
see also
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/groups/d-u-gallery/discussion/
And instantly turns into
Wonderful artistry
Poems and Prose
They are few
But all are quality
Self-confessed timidity
And self-deprecation
She attempts to hide
This awesome talent
Not prideful - she should be
In the shadows
But emanating light
And inspiration
I stand in awe
Viewing masterpiece artwork
Ink, paint, charcoal and pencil
She makes them come to life
Horses dance and strike a pose
Landscapes languish luxuriously
Speaking directly to the soul
Speaking of true beauty
Portraits in pencil real quality
A quality of the photographic
Bringing all expressions
To life exposing her love
True artistry is her muse
My own art steadily improves
But only as a result of her
Influence and inspiration
When I grow up I want
May art to be as good as Umm's
She is a pinnacle to aim for
Though I suspect I she will
Always be the master
And I will be the student
Her poems equally inspirational
All her poems speak to me
In inspirational whispers
Creating poetic thoughts,
Remembrances and challenges
One cannot help being inspired
To write like the wordsmith she is
She is the consummate artist
Overflowing with such talent
Read her poems
Consume her prose
View her art
One cannot fail to be inspired
Self-confessed timidity
And self-deprecation
She attempts to hide
This awesome talent
But her artistry roars
Beauty and Inspiration
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems-by/Umm/
see also
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/groups/d-u-gallery/discussion/
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PsycoticMastermind
Forum Posts: 209
Thought Provoker
2
Joined 20th Mar 2015Forum Posts: 209
[ The Muse(s) ] My Darling Agent Starling
is worthy of the appellations;
came down from the mountains -
I'm not sure precisely which
despite her origin's being
posing no mystery to me
What I can say with great certainty -
not a body to tussle with; though
lacking in muscle, weight, height, width -
she more than makes up for these in
leverage;
intuitive regarding brevity
( fast on the drawl with little fuss )
logical in her levity
( if that makes sense teh yah'awl )
taking down larger than life opponents
regardless of their criminal behaviour
or serialized self indulgent celebrity status
all the while serving up plated poetry that is
extremely dialectable
My apologies for butchering her
Southern accent
I can just hear her now
Yah shud'un talk with yah mouth full, Doctah Lectah
Uhmmmm ..... DELICIOUS
for Agent Starling ❤
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poets/AgentStarling/
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Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
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jade tiger
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Two Spirits One Heart
I see her vision on the wind,
A strength that she herself creates.
A modern soul, two-spirit twin,
Yet very old as soul relates.
The medicine is strong she makes.
I see her vision on the wind,
An offering all for the sake
A shaman’s oath of mind within.
A guiding force to which we pin,
To meet as man and woman both.
I see her vision on the wind,
The natives of two-spirits’ growth.
I’m learning how to mend & reach
The healer, and to practice in
Her dedicated ways to teach.
I see her vision on the wind.
TwoSpirit aka Ahavati:
With her other facets of persona on DU, I want to honor one of them that I feel connected to most, though of course the poem is Ahavati.
For the first several years as a fledgling member, I enjoyed the commonality she and I shared with poetic expressions of indigenous Native American spirituality, stories, tradition & culture. For the opportunity to dedicate, this is what I fall back on which, for me, is a fond & warm place for my words to nest. With renewed affection, ever Jade.
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poets/TwoSpirit/
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poets/Ahavati/
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Josh
Joshua Bond
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Joshua Bond
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JohnnyBlaze
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Tyrant of Words
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[ DUP ] Removing Obstacles From Your Empath
The littlest beams of light can go
a long way in the night---
hold them just right like so
and oh! say
Can you can see
in every direction?
Liberating, ain't it?
Parses known from unknown---
strikes un from vocabulary;
Forces of Darkness are farces
imaginary --- monsters under bed
in closet, cluttering up head
trespassing mental properties---
no longer scary
But you're no good
you're no good
Baby, you're no good to others
when the flashlight you are
is loaded with dead batteries
Come down from the ledge
rest
relax
recharge
Give yourself a break
especially from those
who were always fake
and keeping score
Allow yourself respite
Physician, heal thyself!
beginning at home despite
those knocking down front door
Enough!
Stuff yourself already;
be bursting at the seams
with joys of poetry, pleasant dreams
laughter putting you in stitches
Be the happiest version of yourself
---best possible person you can be
and so much more
without all those miserable
sons-a-bitches
for Tallen
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poets/Tallen/
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Magnetron
Forum Posts: 433
Fire of Insight
6
Joined 20th July 2014Forum Posts: 433
[ CC ] Of My Lovely Dark Dove
Incomplete, always downloading
downloading futures throated
with the thick, streaming sap
secreted by this laurelle branched
Universe of Possibilities---
that foreboding Virgin Territory;
unpenetrated, lubricated space
between legs of Mother Cosmos
suns and moons are destined to end
in continued collision course with;
Where Time and When Space bend
over in submission, commencing
Comprehension's asteriod belting;
Awareness's anal cabal in-itiation
jacking into Mainframe backdoors
hacked, hacked until Access Granted
releases silhouetted white birds
from a bourgening flock of
Unrealized Identities --- their glorious
wholesome exponential potential
shattering the glass ceiling of Humanity
in a sky darkly
And of the dark doves
as they fly, from my Jupiter outpost
I wave as she goes by, seemingly
nothing more than a nude girl
with starry eyes, a constellation prize
straddling Europa's continued whirl
while grasping firm handholds of
Ganymede's beautiful, erected
terrain in his Natural State
For Ex-Machina is Ava and she is
more than human, less than android
in the darkly sky stationed above;
my lovely dark dove in anticipation
incapable of prolonging the arousal
always downloading, downloading
Life
for Ex-Machina ( Ava ) ❤
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poets/Ex-Machina/
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Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
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jade tiger
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Ahavati
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Systematic Seismology
the man on the mountain
survives tremors of change
that others cannot feel
he watches smoke rise
from its gutted belly
to extract fossil fuel
and blood diamonds
but remains steadfast
in prayer and meditation
he does not desire vengeance
on hatred and selfish greed...
instead he prays for wisdom
to permeate each spirit
shift their paradigm
from taking to receive
because that's what wisdom does...
affords grace a chance
to alter ignorance
before the whole mountain
caves, destroying everything
~
badmalthus (Harry Rout)
Harry is one of the most spiritual writers on the board. He relates to world politics, economic injustice, and human rights from a wise perspective that permeates readers into thinking twice about their own self-judgments. I am honored to know him as a friend and poet, and highly recommend his works.
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poets/badmalthus/
survives tremors of change
that others cannot feel
he watches smoke rise
from its gutted belly
to extract fossil fuel
and blood diamonds
but remains steadfast
in prayer and meditation
he does not desire vengeance
on hatred and selfish greed...
instead he prays for wisdom
to permeate each spirit
shift their paradigm
from taking to receive
because that's what wisdom does...
affords grace a chance
to alter ignorance
before the whole mountain
caves, destroying everything
~
badmalthus (Harry Rout)
Harry is one of the most spiritual writers on the board. He relates to world politics, economic injustice, and human rights from a wise perspective that permeates readers into thinking twice about their own self-judgments. I am honored to know him as a friend and poet, and highly recommend his works.
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poets/badmalthus/
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Ahavati
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Tyrant of Words
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Joined 11th Apr 2015Forum Posts: 14265
Quoth tha DaDa, evermore
metaphorical metafours
for ( some reason)
confuscian twilight
time
again ?
A Universal(ly)
twinkle wink o me eye
while darkness (dis)appears
wit all this
finality ,
then mornin’ rise’n
as if nothing (no thing)
happen(stanced)
into the sum of my
shortened life-
time being almost over
from being anything a’tall
(The light being too bright to remember the stars
ye wished upon ( up up and on) )
a dreaming replica (of my chyld),
wit
more than this
to be seen a'gin,
when aye'm finally gone
&
poets a'griev(anced) for such unhappy’daze
lacking
( of )
me
we'll see.
we'll see.
(Won't wee?)
how sincere
aye(eye) I say ,
Quoth tha DaDa
evermore ,
metaphorically
that be. . .
nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn
Ahavati\\\\\\\\\\\\\\2019////////////
~
Daniel Kozak
dkzksaxxas_DanielX (DadaDoggyDannyKozakSaxfn)
Danny is the reason I am here. We met in a poetry group on facebook well over five years ago. I saw one of his posts and was mesmerized by his break from conventional vocabulary as well as form. He will always be one of my favorite poets here on DU. He is an iconic legend whose style will remain unmatched in the poetic community.
He is currently battling cancer and heart disease, and I cannot imagine DU without him. Much Love, Danny.
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poets/dkzksaxxas_DanielX/
for ( some reason)
confuscian twilight
time
again ?
A Universal(ly)
twinkle wink o me eye
while darkness (dis)appears
wit all this
finality ,
then mornin’ rise’n
as if nothing (no thing)
happen(stanced)
into the sum of my
shortened life-
time being almost over
from being anything a’tall
(The light being too bright to remember the stars
ye wished upon ( up up and on) )
a dreaming replica (of my chyld),
wit
more than this
to be seen a'gin,
when aye'm finally gone
&
poets a'griev(anced) for such unhappy’daze
lacking
( of )
me
we'll see.
we'll see.
(Won't wee?)
how sincere
aye(eye) I say ,
Quoth tha DaDa
evermore ,
metaphorically
that be. . .
nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn
Ahavati\\\\\\\\\\\\\\2019////////////
~
Daniel Kozak
dkzksaxxas_DanielX (DadaDoggyDannyKozakSaxfn)
Danny is the reason I am here. We met in a poetry group on facebook well over five years ago. I saw one of his posts and was mesmerized by his break from conventional vocabulary as well as form. He will always be one of my favorite poets here on DU. He is an iconic legend whose style will remain unmatched in the poetic community.
He is currently battling cancer and heart disease, and I cannot imagine DU without him. Much Love, Danny.
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poets/dkzksaxxas_DanielX/
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MaryWalker
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Fire of Insight
3
Joined 20th Mar 2015Forum Posts: 225
[ The Muse(s) ] Bra'illed
If only I could emulate anything
remotely resembling the sensual
creature of words that you are;
body language read
in text'iled exploration---
your embossed fonts bold
on November 5th mornings cold
proudly protruding through
that wild bronco mane in
exuberant proclamations of
Remember, remember this day
Kneading warmth from fingertips
familiarized with fantasies fulfilled
Figure-atively spoken re-enactments
of a belly dancing, abdomen quivering
genia bottled behind silken veils
your wine soaked lips are
She continues to revel even now
after being released from cork
plunged in the whole of her prison
Blinded by function pervading form
I am left pondrously wondering
Were the wishes granted here today
yours?
Or mine?
Regardless, I shall remember this day
forever
for Adsy ❤
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poets/TwoSpirit/
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Ahavati
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Jardim ( A Villanelle )
By my garden gate’s first-light yawn
reveals entry to the Jardim*
awaiting patiently each dawn
Blue daisy and black-eyed Susan
misty flowers can scarce be seen
by my garden gate’s first-light yawn
Rows of pots and trellised arbor
flora buds in need of weeding
awaiting patiently each dawn
Calla lilies, peony rose,
buttercups and hearts a bleeding
by my garden gate’s first-light yawn
What have I reaped but what was sown;
beauty emerged from seedlings
awaiting patiently each dawn
Every evening I dream and long
for daily blooms and birds' sing-song
by my garden gate’s first-light yawn
awaiting patiently each dawn
~
Josh
Josh is the King of Form and constantly amazes me with the precision he executes them with. I have come to love his emergent leadership from a mature perspective, and admire him as an integral member of the Deep Side.
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poets/Josh/
reveals entry to the Jardim*
awaiting patiently each dawn
Blue daisy and black-eyed Susan
misty flowers can scarce be seen
by my garden gate’s first-light yawn
Rows of pots and trellised arbor
flora buds in need of weeding
awaiting patiently each dawn
Calla lilies, peony rose,
buttercups and hearts a bleeding
by my garden gate’s first-light yawn
What have I reaped but what was sown;
beauty emerged from seedlings
awaiting patiently each dawn
Every evening I dream and long
for daily blooms and birds' sing-song
by my garden gate’s first-light yawn
awaiting patiently each dawn
~
Josh
Josh is the King of Form and constantly amazes me with the precision he executes them with. I have come to love his emergent leadership from a mature perspective, and admire him as an integral member of the Deep Side.
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poets/Josh/
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PoetsRevenge
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Dangerous Mind
28
Joined 30th June 2016Forum Posts: 706
Game Of Queens (Inspired By Ahavati)
The chess pieces were all in a row,
intents liked up for the game.
Whether or not to win was
the first question,
Whether or not to take the journey
was the last.
In the beginning the pawns
were prepared for slaughter,
later they saw its purpose in
relationships to placements
of higher echelons -
They were the important ones
despite terminal moves,
all was fair in a game of no winners
or losers, only survivors in witness to
a higher purpose and the learning of it.
The journey was the absorption of
all strategies and the mastering of them
with a prayer for the other side.
In the heat of checkmate, the Queen in
full view is a player, not merely a piece
or a member of a board.
She had watched intently
her fatherly ascendants
in order to prepare for this moment,
to be placed here and to stand alone -
She knew her strength and was not afraid of it,
she had been a pawn once.
Her guard was retained in
placement of her intentions
to rise above the game,
the favor of which she had already won,
and she knew it's secret,
she was always a step ahead -
The queens were the kingpins
on which the kingdom hinged;
they were everything..
.....
Inspired by Ahavati's Napowrimo 2019 series which had a powerful presence and a running theme of strength through wisdom gained throughout life.
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/345570-afterward-proverbs-napowrimo-2019/
intents liked up for the game.
Whether or not to win was
the first question,
Whether or not to take the journey
was the last.
In the beginning the pawns
were prepared for slaughter,
later they saw its purpose in
relationships to placements
of higher echelons -
They were the important ones
despite terminal moves,
all was fair in a game of no winners
or losers, only survivors in witness to
a higher purpose and the learning of it.
The journey was the absorption of
all strategies and the mastering of them
with a prayer for the other side.
In the heat of checkmate, the Queen in
full view is a player, not merely a piece
or a member of a board.
She had watched intently
her fatherly ascendants
in order to prepare for this moment,
to be placed here and to stand alone -
She knew her strength and was not afraid of it,
she had been a pawn once.
Her guard was retained in
placement of her intentions
to rise above the game,
the favor of which she had already won,
and she knew it's secret,
she was always a step ahead -
The queens were the kingpins
on which the kingdom hinged;
they were everything..
.....
Inspired by Ahavati's Napowrimo 2019 series which had a powerful presence and a running theme of strength through wisdom gained throughout life.
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/345570-afterward-proverbs-napowrimo-2019/
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Heaven_sent_Kathy
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Thought Provoker
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Joined 1st Nov 2017 Forum Posts: 177
Of wind & rain, birds & you
( a note of ambient sounds )
I hear a random trill
outside my door
and stop
to lean my head back;
strained eyes closed,
both hands slip off my
lap like a
rush of wind,
where a leather journal
lies open; lined paper,
with inkings
that faintly echo
their vignettes:
cicada shiver
in the rooted trees
from their humid shrill
above the swamp.
It’s times like this
when summer’s young,
nothing like it
will become,
when days are
stretched
‘till after ten at night,
and reason
takes its leave
in flight above the
time that now begins,
to let go the sins
of heat that
I’ve been shackled to
as an inmate
who is
determined
to bust out
of prison and pain
like so many
cloudbursts, of rain!
Guards in their towers
don’t see me
as I venture out
stealthily,
only going late at night
when the fevered air
has turned to mist
I’ve blended in,
and won’t be missed.
Though thoughts of you
in southern climes
are often on my mind,
like soothing sounds of
ambient that I never hear,
but I can always feel
as if by touch, a tap
where then I turn
and look back across
the stillness of the
park I always walk.
In time perhaps,
It’s where your words
will find me then.
Written in tribute to Ahavati.
I hear a random trill
outside my door
and stop
to lean my head back;
strained eyes closed,
both hands slip off my
lap like a
rush of wind,
where a leather journal
lies open; lined paper,
with inkings
that faintly echo
their vignettes:
cicada shiver
in the rooted trees
from their humid shrill
above the swamp.
It’s times like this
when summer’s young,
nothing like it
will become,
when days are
stretched
‘till after ten at night,
and reason
takes its leave
in flight above the
time that now begins,
to let go the sins
of heat that
I’ve been shackled to
as an inmate
who is
determined
to bust out
of prison and pain
like so many
cloudbursts, of rain!
Guards in their towers
don’t see me
as I venture out
stealthily,
only going late at night
when the fevered air
has turned to mist
I’ve blended in,
and won’t be missed.
Though thoughts of you
in southern climes
are often on my mind,
like soothing sounds of
ambient that I never hear,
but I can always feel
as if by touch, a tap
where then I turn
and look back across
the stillness of the
park I always walk.
In time perhaps,
It’s where your words
will find me then.
Written in tribute to Ahavati.
Written by Heaven_sent_Kathy
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