Doppelgänger: the DUP Oscars

 
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/    
   
 

   
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/    
 

As she prepares
to handle
her scandal
she agrees
to do me
this solid:
 
If I ever have dementia
she will come
to where I am
and smother me
with those
gigantic titties
“until you go to Jesus”
 
A blessing, I told her
“but please,”
I implored,
“do not forget
to baptize me
with the Guadalupe
between your legs”
 
“I’ll do that first,”
she said
 
I’M GOING TO HEAVEN!
 
 
~this one is for inkerpoet, who infuriates me with just how rude transcendent poetry can be~
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems-by/Inkerpoet/

      
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/      
   
#FedericoGarciaLorca    
   
 

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/    
     
 

From the grey and clagging mist
For in that swirl a glimpse of bliss  
Comes my idol poetess
A shaft of script through the fogs morass  
  
Her words indent upon the heart  
And spin a web to hold you fast  
A view from where the eagle flies  
Graceful in the updraught and the dive  
   
With the grit of mother earth  
Take you on a trascendental ride  
Perspective only Gods have forged  
Senses lifted to the clouds

From the forest archetypal echoes
Tales of ancestry tied to tomorrows
Elves and spirits wizened fingers
Inspiration a placenta reborn to linger 
   
Such pros, the clay to shape and mold  
Economy of shape and form  
Open your mind like the breaking dawn  
The facets nature did provide  
Uncoved truth like opened blinds
 
I cannot paraphrase the pleasure
The panoramas and the vistas
Celestial of chiseled words
 Sharped from the pen do fall  
   
Eclectic style not mine to ape  
 To plagiarise a virgin page  
 Applaud a nordic sage intense  
AEMeala 564  a thirst now quenched