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Deep Underground Madness

Alistair Plint
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Poetry Contest

All Hail Deep Underground Poetry And Stuff.
Hard Core Deep Underground and Poetry.

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Alistair Plint
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South Africa
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That Day Barbie Walked Into Wacken

hold onto your knickers, this may roar
Some things are underground for a reason  
Much mush  
pretty make up  
and half dressed    
have throughout history    
tried to turn    
the hardest    
of the underground movements  
into pretty-tinsel-laced  
e v e r y d a y  
It makes    
as much fucking sense as    
Michael Jackson  
being headmaster    
of kindergarten  
So while you read this  
"yes but"  
I'm sorry  
If you're wanting to hear  
"hit me baby one more time"  
expect an axe guitar to the temple  
There are a million  
pretty poetry websites  
There are thousands of  
publishers willing  
to print    
your wrecking ball  
But only one fucking  
that welcomes  
your cutting poem  
your sex change  
your death wish  
your hard core  
your heartache  
your heavy  
the love  
and the    
dark in  
Now I'm not saying pop  
shouldn't feature as an  
appetizing act  
I am saying  
we can't turn  
a death metal festival  
into grandma's  
While Karen  
and Justin    
arrive putting    
vases of daises  
on the toilet cistern    
-a mirror ball above the mic  
and a crop top on the drum kit  
pull out your leathers  
hold true to your heart  
swap it out  
for a skull coffin    
filled with    
Hold your own truth  
-apple pie  
has no place    
in suspenders  
and chastity devices!  
paint your love, in poetry as our forefathers did, but do it, just do it the underground way  
< end rant >  
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Alistair Plint
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A Youngster Asked For Poetry Advice

put pen to paper        
strip the ego        
intended words        
slipping emotions        
with devotion        
is a personal moment        
time for self reflection      
to gift your voice        
of reason        
if you do it often enough        
the air in your lungs        
exhale "lines"        
while blood is pumping        
you'll find yourself        
personifying doors        
is like the sun        
the more you stand        
the warmer you'll get        
proof reading        
is a necessity        
it's the best school        
words can get        
are never finished        
the more you work them        
the closer they get        
they're there to find a mind        
to relate and        
their friend        
as you lay the words out        
respect the reader's eye        
and give 'em some humanity        
before they say      
ask a person kind enough        
to read        
and tell you how they feel        
say "thank you very much"        
while using their view    
as a review        
trying the ideas they throw        
at you        
you'll see a gray bearded chap        
a chrome shone Chevy        
you'll call him old        
think he's a dork        
for the words he writes        
land like a fork        
-use the time to write some lines        
about how he is a tree        
with branches full of leaves        
where each is an experience        
that teaches        
and breathes        
when you're done        
-just write again!        
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Alistair Plint
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the cool cat!

He's the coolest-cat
on the Dee-You-Pee
Listen closely  
I'll show you
-You'll see
there's no cooler pussy
even in  
Alumini universi-teee
His inbox is so large
the green, stays red
and the girls in the sent
say his pics are bent
apparently the shadow  
makes them order
Mello Yellow  
and look,
well he's the coolest-gent
(charged them a fee
for image-rent)
He's the coolest-cat
with his Fer-ra-ri  
and Lecoste Golf-Tee
[insert a wank emoji]
apparently hasn't bothered
to build on the poet tree
naah the book's so bland
and his critiques
not FREE!
when he drops a roast
everyone pretends  
he's "Brad The Bad"
growing his cool-cat fad
He's won so many comps  
the stars are prompts
but look,
he's the host
some kinda holy-ghost
Eating fucking caviar
on his toast
He's still the coolest  
cat, you ever did see
walking like a pimp
-Adidas sneakers
Nike slacks
Dark shades
above his head
-they say he keeps them on  
in bed
The question that ponders
his head-shot
- a lady generic  
from shutter-stock
- causing wires  
to be in mental block
They say it's a fact
you'll see
He's the coolest cat
on the dee-you-pee
Written by RevolutionAL (Alistair Plint)
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Tyrant of Words
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She was so proud to have been chosen
Such a great ring
Blue sapphire and full of promises.
Months before he started hitting her
Kicking her as she was already down on the floor.
Kicking her and at times chocking her
But she would let nothing show.
She was a career woman, after all.
Every day in front of the camera
Reporting live from posts all over the world
Countless young women looked up to her.
Her marriage a sham
But her career
A success.
Written by robert43041 (Viking)
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Lost Thinker
United States
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My blood is heresy
Addiction, incomplete
Conflict that I will bleed for your viewing
Lets watch the pendulum sway
How do I feel today?
Cannot exonerate what keeps me fuming.

The moon reflects my life
Half deceased, half alive
The clergy horrified by my ascension
I feel them searching within
Dark brood impassioned with sin
Your somber lullaby is my inquisition.

Lost in the gallery
Dressed in sharp tragedy
I cannot help but feed on devastation
Sizing up the prey
Synthetic bouts of gray
Souls in disarray hold my fascination.
Written by Fishmander
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Dangerous Mind
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I met an old granny  
from deepest Dundee    
she danced to the bedroom    
as fit as a flea    
When I jiggled her titties    
she groaned like a goose    
so I tore off her bloomers    
and sucked up the juice    
She wailed, I am ready    
for full intercourse    
then leapt on my cock    
and rode like a horse    
I asked do you do this    
for all the young men    
She said not that often    
only now and again    
Now and again    
and again and again    
Now and again    
only now and again    
But granny grew breathless    
as she ground down the beef    
She said would you mind    
if I take out my teeth    
I'm afraid I might choke    
as your member's so fit    
they'll be safe in your navel    
and can chew on my clit    
Now and again    
and again and again    
now and again    
always now and again    
But then came disaster    
with my rod like a rock    
her gnashers went wild    
and they bit off my cock    
Now and again    
and again and again    
now and again    
always now and again    
So please heed this lesson    
I've learned to my cost    
Send your granny for check-ups    
and always use floss    
Not now and again    
never now and again    
not now and again    
never now and again
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Thought Provoker
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I'd quite like to be bowdlerised, I think:
have my impurity removed
with good, old-fashioned medicine:
a proper seeing-to.

Bent over the seat of a leather banquette,
the seat of my pants pulled down
as if by eager medic's hands...

...and just as I'm exposed
and begging for relief,

("just fucking finish me!")

the balm applied...

smoothly at first,

("oh god...")

and then a little more roughly,

("oh YES")

until at last relief
affects me so deeply
the name of my reliever comes
unbidden to my lips,

and falls from them


And in the wake of surgery?
all that remains to do
is clean...

I'll think about that in a bit.
Written by Casted_Runes
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Tyrant of Words
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The Poem That Will Save Your Life

It doesn’t always happen,        
but when it does        
you’ll know it        
by the taste of blood        
in your pitiful mouth        
and the dogs will bark    
and you’ll    
pull loose threads        
from a rip too bad        
to be mended        
it just        
as much      
because you’ll still        
question everything,        
sauntering your
debris of days        
flicking through pain        
like a secret photo album  
you hide bad snaps in  
for the benefit of the kids.        
It doesn’t always happen,        
but when it does        
the scratch will be        
the most holy thing        
you’ll ever know        
and you’ll scribble        
on bus tickets        
write your last fuck        
on your inner leg        
witness it        
like a car-crash you can’t        
stop watching over        
& over.        
It doesn’t always happen,        
but when it does        
you’ll know the plot,        
the certain ending        
pissing flames out      
into the night—        
you’ll wonder why        
it took so long        
to write your        
Written by Northern_Soul (-Missy-)
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Tyrant of Words
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Jewish Mother

That’s what He called it:
my inner Jewish mother

quite simply
I worry
about everyone

not in a bad way, but
I wonder if they’re ok,
if they got home safely

had enough to eat

drunk enough water,
taken their pills.

I think of you out there

how proud I am
of you facing
a wild unknown,
how bold, how glorious
the day is for us both

and I think on how
I want only happiness
to find you, to wrap you
in its open arms

tell you it’s there for you
as much as I am
while I sit here doing
the Momma thing
in some loving way

some distant form.
Written by Northern_Soul (-Missy-)
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Tyrant of Words
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Undergrindhouse-----presents: Poet-ic Stew ep1

[With ass wigglin' 70's music in the background]    
[The narrator....]  
with wicked ire  
our femme fatale  
stokes deep  
the flames of poetic fire  
Betwixt those aplenty  
who blindly dare  
of planting wicked seeds  
growing pure evil's brutal snare  
Hence be this sick conspiracy  
for each and every— to fucking heed  
.... SO, it begins...  
One and all !!!  
Tonight's the TIME to hear this call  
to fight, kill, ravage  
and survive my brawl  
It's upon  
your bones ☠️ I'll surely dine🍽️  
of this poetic deathmatch  
are about to find  
when I laughingly pick my teeth  
with the last standing poet's sinewy spine!  
😈 A True Bloodbath Of Epic Proportions!!!!!😈  
The only rule that you need know  
there are  
'cept to win the whole show  
Run your ass as fast as you can  
grab your chosen weapons  
with inky bloody hands!!!!!!  
Off to the races as the blood hunt begins  
the smell of fear curls my shit-eating grin  
My hands grip 'Trusty'- the sawed off shotgun  
knives, bombs and various poisonous flotsam  
Wearing my vest of cleverly killing aces in the hole.....  
I quietly slither to inspect these wordy fools  
A grin turned to sin.... full of purest gall  
Certain these weakling poets  
will make me some killer gruel!!  
Yum yum yum, my belly growls  
I spy a face that'll soon scream howls  
"Trusty" takes down the weakest link  
Ohh fuck me, he's disgustingly rank  
quicksand'd in fear he froze and slowly sank  
as pee flowed down, pooled in his pants  
My anger rises....mumbled ramblings slide  
"These sorry ass poetic guises,  
they certainly have no killing pride!!"  
Blood oozes with each hacksaw glide  
Poor poet pee'r, turned hors d'oeuvres  
makes my mouth water with cannibalistic urge  
Before I can taste his non pissy flesh  
bullets ring out and I hit the deck  
Laying flat on my stomach I see two sets of feet  
Trusty is pumped, ready, set to 'speak'  
bits of feet and bone fly through the air  
a geyser of thick poet blood spews everywhere  
An evil laugh rings out as I'm covered in goo  
I focus and realize I'm laughing too  
Chuckling with myself, insanity is cool!  
... shot up feet meat sizzles, seasoning my roux  
~Still on the poet bloodhunt~  
so be warned be wise  
crazy 🤪 poetry is my undying vice  
Without a doubt  
I'm gonna eventually get ALL of you  
you, and you, you, you and  
you, you  
.... stay tuned...  
for episode 2  
"Crème De La Fou"
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(a bit of ultraviolence ala some 70's Grindhouse)

Dangerous Mind
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And You?

Thunder stalks the halls  
ghosts swirl through raggedy dreams  
as memories tiptoe in  
grounding their mark on my shore  

Your wraith fixes booby-traps  
an army of combers  
strung hungry along the beach  
eager to trap the ache  
of a battered driftwood heart  
And when she jumps  
your impossible fish  
startles without fail  
a flurry of kisses remembered  
through lifetimes refusing to heal  
Tears consign  
the might have beens  
to sigh out the night  
under sheets martyred 'till dawn  
the hug of time's venom  
crushing each maybe and perhaps  
pickling hearts in a jar  
All those could haves  
would haves  
should haves  
the tsunami of bitter sweet-nothings  
humbled to dust  
suffocating my soul  
while I wonder still--  
Could it be the same  
for you?
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Fire of Insight
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Three Falls


With voyeurs watching every move
The wrestlers stretch, prepared to clash
And then all clothing they remove
Before their mixed nude wrestling match

He grabs her arm—she slaps his face
With voyeurs watching every move
She slips away, to his disgrace—
His masculinity reprooved!

Her moves are graceful, his are crude
Yet soon he pins her on her back
With voyeurs watching every move
His massive cock explores her crack!

Each thrust provokes an angry grunt
The First Fall: His! The crowd approves!
His cock has breached her clenching cunt
With voyeurs watching every move!


The restless crowd with passion watch
The wrestlers face-off number two
The patrons hope their bets payoff—
By who will win, and who gets screwed!

He lunges while she slips aside
The restless crowd with passion watch
He turns too late, with legs too wide—
She kicks his undefended crotch!

She takes him down with swift panache
Her victim roaring out in pain
The restless crowd with passion watch
Her pin him with his arms restrained

The Second Fall: She is redeemed
She pins him down and grabs his cock
Then claims her prize—his face she ‘queens’
The restless crowd with passion watch!


The horny crowd are on their feet
To watch her grind, his face astride
While jerking on his turgid meat
And mauling his machismo pride!

He faces her with new respect
The horny crowd are on their feet
He’s hindered by his cock, erect
The start of face-off number three

He tries to block her moves so fleet
She tricks him with a clever feint
The horny crowd are on their feet
They all can see there’s no escape

Third fall is over in a flash—
Whose girlish scream declares defeat?
His testicles are in her grasp!
The horny crowd are on their feet!

Written by ReggiePoet (Reggie)
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Tyrant of Words
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You Mad Bro?

(A Walter’s Alter Ego…

Wally shut the fuck up
I need to get this off my chest

He’s the kind of guy to hurl insults at anyone who disagrees with him
But gets butt hurt when he can’t nut a good squirt of verse in a whim
He calls other dudes pussies acting all tough tryin’ to start beef
And yet when he recites a rhyme it just sounds like a queef

Then he’s gon’ talk about his glock saying he’ll spray fools who step on his block
But when shit gets real, this tool pulls up his pants and begins to briskly walk
It hits different when bullets whiz by faster than when he spread them rumors
But this guy is the kind of guy who gets scared leaving skidmarks on his bloomers

He runs his mouth like a louse ‘cause the liar is chasing fame
All this gaslighting now has his house on fire and it’s lame
He’s got loose bars stools and turds speaking like he’s the GOAT
But I’ll get lyrical and biblical and sacrifice him by cutting off the throat

This choke artist thinks he’s woke because his words provoke
But the bloke is a joke when his eyes tear up in the smoke
He says “watch the waters” like we’re goin’ to witness a magical trick
All the while his lips are sucking on slick political dick

He’s the kind of guy who will flip the middle finger from far away
But ask him to go on a mission and he’ll respond with “nah, I’m a stay”
He acts hard but would date a woman who will greet you with namaste
But at night this chick will strap on and mount him for some ass play

He says he can rhyme and spit but everytime it sounds like shit
And the worst part of all this is…he doesn’t know when to quit
We’re sick and tired of this fuckin’ haywire of lies and hallucinations
A lot of us just don’t want to see this kind of verbal masturbation

So before I’m out this bitch I say to this QAnon
Fuck you…and the horse you rode in on

Wally, back to you.
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Wearing skimpy
scanty panties
she burst into my head  
screaming: Spider!  Spider! Spider!  
then she jumped into my bed  
Don't fret    
I'll keep you safe I said  
He'll never crawl up here  
Why not let me suck a nipple  
run my tongue around your ear  
You're already feeling calmer  
all cuddled up and bare  
though we better slip those panties off  
to check he's not in there  
I was scared I might be dreaming  
and I didn't want to wake  
How could she be so willing
to swap her spider for my snake? 
All spiders love dark corners  
but they hate it when it rains  
so it was better she got wetter  
in case creepy crawly came  
The bed began to bounce  
with the sheets a total wreck  
her pink enjoyed a pounding  
thighs tight around my neck  
Begging God for mercy  
she'd never moved that fast  
but what did she expect  
with eight legs up her ass  
Ten squirts then it was over  
she slept like babies do  
and the spider's in his bottle  
all ready for round two
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