Doppelgänger: the DUP Oscars
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Ahavati
Tams
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Undoubtedly
Undoubtedly, she’s Quatern Queen,
Reigning in such striped mystery;
Her formatting so accomplished,
Leaving the rest of us awestruck.
Whenever we read DUP
Undoubtedly, she’s Quatern Queen;
Gracing us with her tigress poems,
Demonstrating classical forms.
We do attempt to emulate
Her writing expertise, but
Undoubtedly, she’s Quatern Queen;
And our skills fall too short indeed!
Yet, with pen between our fingers
We attempt to honor dear Jade;
Knowing after failed attempts,
Undoubtedly, she’s Quatern Queen.
~
Jade-Pandora: Jade is undoubtedly one of the most precise poetesses to grace DUP. When it comes to classic forms, she honors them with style and grace. This sets and example for us all regarding the pursuit and perfection of timeless literature. https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poets/Jade-Pandora/
Reigning in such striped mystery;
Her formatting so accomplished,
Leaving the rest of us awestruck.
Whenever we read DUP
Undoubtedly, she’s Quatern Queen;
Gracing us with her tigress poems,
Demonstrating classical forms.
We do attempt to emulate
Her writing expertise, but
Undoubtedly, she’s Quatern Queen;
And our skills fall too short indeed!
Yet, with pen between our fingers
We attempt to honor dear Jade;
Knowing after failed attempts,
Undoubtedly, she’s Quatern Queen.
~
Jade-Pandora: Jade is undoubtedly one of the most precise poetesses to grace DUP. When it comes to classic forms, she honors them with style and grace. This sets and example for us all regarding the pursuit and perfection of timeless literature. https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poets/Jade-Pandora/
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snugglebuck
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Dangerous Mind
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Joined 3rd Feb 2014Forum Posts: 1873
I Hate David Macleod
I don't like David Macleod
I don't like the guy
Not one bit, not at all
Why; his poetry is better
It makes the girls wetter
Than anything I could letter
So, I'll say it once again
And ever more loud
I hate David Macleod
Besides,
David is from England
And I am an American
Which means he's actually
Smarter than I am
And that makes me
Want to have a cow
This is a satirical write about a fellow poet I admire. So, before you message me on how disrespectful I am, please familiarize yourself as to the meaning of satire.
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems-by/David_Macleod/
I don't like the guy
Not one bit, not at all
Why; his poetry is better
It makes the girls wetter
Than anything I could letter
So, I'll say it once again
And ever more loud
I hate David Macleod
Besides,
David is from England
And I am an American
Which means he's actually
Smarter than I am
And that makes me
Want to have a cow
This is a satirical write about a fellow poet I admire. So, before you message me on how disrespectful I am, please familiarize yourself as to the meaning of satire.
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems-by/David_Macleod/
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Ahavati
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Tams
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Standing strong
on hallowed ground, shattered
affording themselves hope to survive -
future beyond sickness
and death, surely
was possible after this
mass extinction, lives
rotting, decaying bodies
from state to state
Mother Abigail-
stopping along the way
dreaming up cornfields
homemade biscuits
fried chicken wings
‘Come to me’ she said
‘ya’ll come on now, ya he'yah?’
bloody guitar
casting demons in the pit
It was at this very time
they found their way
rebuilt one city
boulder by Boulder
while another disintegrated
by the nuclear hand of God
fingers outstretched
Viva Las Vegas
Theirs became home
to the goodness that remained
the first baby born
in pure snow-
they knew they were
on hallowed ground
standing strong
~
JohnnyBlaze
Johnny is one of the most diverse writers on DUP. He has a unique style of interweaving rhyme and half-rhyme, and an uncanny way of capturing the essence of something in a singular verse. His series of poems based on Stephen King novels do just that.
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poets/JohnnyBlaze/
affording themselves hope to survive -
future beyond sickness
and death, surely
was possible after this
mass extinction, lives
rotting, decaying bodies
from state to state
Mother Abigail-
stopping along the way
dreaming up cornfields
homemade biscuits
fried chicken wings
‘Come to me’ she said
‘ya’ll come on now, ya he'yah?’
bloody guitar
casting demons in the pit
It was at this very time
they found their way
rebuilt one city
boulder by Boulder
while another disintegrated
by the nuclear hand of God
fingers outstretched
Viva Las Vegas
Theirs became home
to the goodness that remained
the first baby born
in pure snow-
they knew they were
on hallowed ground
standing strong
~
JohnnyBlaze
Johnny is one of the most diverse writers on DUP. He has a unique style of interweaving rhyme and half-rhyme, and an uncanny way of capturing the essence of something in a singular verse. His series of poems based on Stephen King novels do just that.
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poets/JohnnyBlaze/
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Ahavati
Tams
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Tams
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Rockhallowed
I live across the pond, yet see her
sunrise silhouette in that shed, potting and planning,
her mind constantly rooting words, flourishing
from the rafter of her tongue.
I see me, too, patiently waiting to grasp every seedling offered.
This is Hallowed thought, a sacrosanct connection
of Rock, bone, and blood of sorts – separated
through generations of mothers who were less than gentle
and daughters who learned to hide cruel skeletons
in closets long before adolescence.
We share that, her and I-
knowledge no loved or wanted child tastes;
and yet, we both were to the best of
their maternal abilities.
Nature erases her pain, between
Golden Chaffinch and Wood Pigeons,
fox and Cup and Saucer Vine, she kneads soil pliable
with her hands, extended fingers stretching deep
for the source of life to bury her past in.
I know her burrowed sanctuary
through the thick wooded reserve
and do not worry when she disappears
down its throat.
Because, I also know, no matter what path or ocean
or lake swallows her form, she will return as spring,
as azalea and squirrel, as cormorant and cold surf
to the donation of her life's work that is this
Rockhallowed garden I tangibly envision myself in.
I also know that she knows I will always be here
as a bulb, patiently awaiting her warmth to emerge.
~
Imperfectedstone
Imprefectedstone is one of the most imagery-laden writers I've read. Her remarkable depictions of a naturistic life create the most beautiful visions in my sphere. She is not only a gardener of gardens, but spirits as well. I feel a deep-seeded connection to her soul and blessed beyond measure to have met her in this lifetime
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poets/ImperfectedStone/
sunrise silhouette in that shed, potting and planning,
her mind constantly rooting words, flourishing
from the rafter of her tongue.
I see me, too, patiently waiting to grasp every seedling offered.
This is Hallowed thought, a sacrosanct connection
of Rock, bone, and blood of sorts – separated
through generations of mothers who were less than gentle
and daughters who learned to hide cruel skeletons
in closets long before adolescence.
We share that, her and I-
knowledge no loved or wanted child tastes;
and yet, we both were to the best of
their maternal abilities.
Nature erases her pain, between
Golden Chaffinch and Wood Pigeons,
fox and Cup and Saucer Vine, she kneads soil pliable
with her hands, extended fingers stretching deep
for the source of life to bury her past in.
I know her burrowed sanctuary
through the thick wooded reserve
and do not worry when she disappears
down its throat.
Because, I also know, no matter what path or ocean
or lake swallows her form, she will return as spring,
as azalea and squirrel, as cormorant and cold surf
to the donation of her life's work that is this
Rockhallowed garden I tangibly envision myself in.
I also know that she knows I will always be here
as a bulb, patiently awaiting her warmth to emerge.
~
Imperfectedstone
Imprefectedstone is one of the most imagery-laden writers I've read. Her remarkable depictions of a naturistic life create the most beautiful visions in my sphere. She is not only a gardener of gardens, but spirits as well. I feel a deep-seeded connection to her soul and blessed beyond measure to have met her in this lifetime
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poets/ImperfectedStone/
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Jade-Pandora
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Humus Man
He’s my prosaic humus man —
I’ll take him any way I can.
He likes potato chips and girls
When writing formulaic pearls.
To read his sonnets are a feast
As soft-spoke lover or a beast.
A high sea’s surge of tempest toss,
A reader’s gain despite his loss.
But I’m the one who always wins
With end of day’s poetic spins,
When coffee break & work is thru’
He comes to me and joy ensues.
Our very spoken words of mirth
Will often conjure forth the birth
Of haiku, senryu and verse,
And more traditional converse.
This alley cat so versatile,
The way he crafts a rhyme & spill.
There’s nothing finer to be caught
In reader’s net rare fish are sought.
Hepcat61:
A generous person and poet.
I’ve been with him since December 2015, getting to know and learning from each other - we never can know enough. One of many honors of knowing Geoff is how much we both have developed as writers & poets. When we first met, my thing was more freeverse & Japanese short form - his was not. His was high-powered Shakespearean sonnets - I didn’t even recognize his poetry in the Sonnet form... that’s how clueless i was back then. We’ve both been knocked around by life, but together, our passions meld, and humor rules ( and heals ) our days. With all my love to my Tomcat, I am his Tigress.
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poets/Hepcat61/
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Josh
Joshua Bond
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https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/349806-the-king-of-sonnets/
In praise of Hepcat61 { https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poets/Hepcat61/ }. Well worthy of the red carpet, Hepcat is an object lesson in consistency and application to the poetic task, through thick and thin, bringing new value to the sonnet form.
In praise of Hepcat61 { https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poets/Hepcat61/ }. Well worthy of the red carpet, Hepcat is an object lesson in consistency and application to the poetic task, through thick and thin, bringing new value to the sonnet form.
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Josh
Joshua Bond
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Joshua Bond
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In praise of Paul Dartford { https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poets/dartford/ }
Creator of his own genre, a law unto himself, legend in his own lifetime, quick to read (yes, that's important), and sharp-minded humorous responses to your comments - well worthy of the red carpet.