evolution

put up your first poem written on DU and then post something brand new,written for this right now....


Have you learned anything here? or was being green to the writing at least on DU more thought provoking than all the comments,reading lists and suggestions you have seen so far?

be appreciated if some vets would partake....

lightbarron,lepp,loki,miki,miss Ataki,mags,tornado,violet,
hemi,hades,john F,doc,grace,alex,
danny D the dkzk axis cmon...............
yeh i'm callin yall out............

show youngans (newbies) workin works.........

still open to everyone maybe you posted first yesterday...

put it out there........

     fuck me with poetry (1st poem in DU)


i am lost in my art. in this poetic wilderness where time & society do not
exist. the coward of me would do poorly at suffering slings & arrows, so i
hide in my igloo armored with cushioned walls, away from the indians,
with my pen the only divining rod that keeps me afloat, & all of the ocean’s
surface to write upon. up the quivering horizon, & further upward, & across
the sky perched on my back like michelangelo in the chapel, until god spits
in my face in his disgust. poems & dreams & miscalculations & roadblocks,
periods & parens & the dot dot dot dash dash dash dot dot dot that nobody
hears, and are therefore not there to rescue  
            <<< me >>>







      ‘ars poetica’ abjured



love songs issue from your voice, lilting and
dulcet toned…voice within your ivory throat.
but the notes shatter against my stone ear,
as I focus on your arousing neck, where my
lips would fasten like leeches, leaving
discolored welts on your honeyed skin.

you sit for hours at your Queen Anne desk,
composing floral bouquets on your parchment.
their fragrance intrudes upon the room like a
minted breeze, that touches me only as a
shivering gale.   lay down your quill,
that I may suckle your fingers…

you lace misty dreams and foggy notions on your
paper, enticing angels and fairies, who perch upon
window sills and shadow boxes on the walls,
entranced, inebriated.

I long for your inspiration to turn briefly from the
poetical to the sensual. come to my bed free of
musings and clothing, allow me to taste the coconut
cream of your flesh, and thereby extinguish the fires
that consume me…

your poems are delicious and desirable,
a feast for the spirit,
but my spirit is fat enough.

I hunger for the real  ---
feed me!

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thanx for kickin it off john, good work there.....

/Reborn/ First poem
You'll forget the day when you began to feel bent out of shape.
That same motion you breathe out
Is being forced right back into you
Everything you learned, and was taught  commits suicide and something else kicks in. But..,.What?
What is it ?
Why don't I feel as bad as I did before?
Really doesn't seem like it really matters anymore it kind of gives my body that venturous feeling That I can't control anymore, but now I must have it, have her.  I feel as if the heavens and the hells come together to earth and created this inhumane subject. Why I say subject? I'm having that curiosity to just explore for now. Her face god her fucking face it’s so goddamn profane its pure, but I can't stop staring at her face . She's sensing that I'm attracted and she play and goes hard. My nights are so unsettle all  I want to do is be inside her presence. This existence is overwhelming my body like an belligerent STD full of hate fervently taking over and shutting everything down.  The angel of death circles my house trying to make a clear landing until her face lingers  in front of mines..  That was my moment there was no turning back I kiss suck, bite, push, and moan taking all  of her innocents until I heard a knock, ……… I opened the door…..shook his hand, and left....

Beauty lingers around me
Attitude beneath
Pull my tail
And you’ll embark on a journey
To hell with me
My local spot
A beach chair and diet Pepsi
Satan has nothing over me
But he can linger under me
Cause I am a B
Not that
But a bee
But believe
I am more than stripes and wings
I’m a cocky tree
Because you’ll only get wet
When I put in work
If I move a few leaves you’ll be free
But I’m not nice …sort to speak
Maybe stroke my roots
Lick my trunk
Get a little seed
That was a generous deed
But it’s sure as hell not free
So fall back and let me be
You were conceived for me
Serve my ever need
Do and say as I please
Because beauty lingers around me
And Satan still stroking my tail
Sort to be speak

 The rise of the Kingmaker
 
     So began the master plan,his curse he set in motion.
     with develish stealth he took the wealth
        the world was in commotion.  
 
      He was a friend to leaders all
     he pulled thier strings and made them fall
     he picked them up and made them crawl
 
       he whispered deciet in the ears of power
       trust and treatys became void
        the sane became the paronoid.
.
     As slow as the world turned the cross burned
         the cresent moon grew red with rage
         the stage was set,he stirred the nest
      he'll do his best,he will not rest untill the worlds at war
 
 
        the nations of the cresant  
     turned to land of david
       then entered in the stars and stripes
     they fought so hard to save it
 
      he claped his hands eye's wide with delight
         he loved the sight of a dirty fight
       the fear and hatered spread so fast
     peace nor love it could not last
 
       the world it fell to a stinking hell
      women and children sent to fight
     combat fell on all nations
       all creeds all stations
 
        then came the atomic rain
     pounding down again and again  
      city's fell and flesh burned
        no clemency, no lessons learned
 
         the kingmaker bathed in blood
     did what he could to prolong all battles
     humanity frothing at its mouth
      followed blindly like cattle


..well, as you can see, after giving it much thought and consideration I went with the a-b a-b rhyme scheme for my first dip into poetry ..and figured spell check was for dummies
 



It's life, Jim

last night's breeze carried whispers
of treasures far surpassing gold or gem
just beyond the realm that binds us
grinds us bone and brain
til we're left frail, helpless or insane bundles
pleading to a god for mercy

..do you think we are in  prison
doing time
for some horrid crime against souls
cast out, locked down

..who knows how many times
we're going to have to start over
until we've paid the piper




 

Thanx krumbcookie and lepp.....

if ya'll wanna put up a lil something about what you have learned or style you may have grown into like craic did thas cool too....

good idea lepp...............

First Love- Published 20th September 2011 9:01am  

Dean, my first love
Eyes dark in his wants
Kisses so slow and soft
He soothe away nightmares

Dean, gentle fingers
Lifts my hair from my face
Whispers kind  sweet promises
of life together in love

Dean, walked with me in the woods
holding my hands
Cuddling me in tender embraces
Kisses loving without darkness

Dean, when at last wanted me
Like a man and lover
Like a virgin he took me
Like its my first time ever

His lips on mine were like ether
His penis in my vagina like fire
His lips on my breast like ember
stoking my inner fire

The woods were our witness
That day  we  became lovers
Our laughter and joy rang
Like bell peals in a wedding

Dean and I, two misfits
victims of rape and abuse
Came together and fit
Like two halves of a heart

Days and nights went by
and the months went too
One day the nuns came by
and told a sad news during assembly

Dean died that night
riddled with gunshot
He had climbed the fence
which was an offence

At 15 he had wanted his freedom
From his keepers' lustful hands
He wanted our Kingdom
where love and life were in abundance

That day I died once more
Longing for death, tired and weary
Missing Dean, Life was a grey core
nightmarish, drab and dreary

v
v
v

The Road Travelled thus Far

copy paste, copy paste
from page a to b, a newbie
terrified of them, the roarers
spent hours on a write
a miserable line

tried to squirm in
be my friend, my mentor
please pretty please, sir
he laughed and pushed me off
from the roof to down below

some gave meaningful smiles
others sat and gave pointers
yet others said...ah Grace
shaking their leonine heads
'you are a gone case'

baptism of fire
called a glorious fool
played some idiotic role
as a shamanic vampire
I am rolling on the floor laughing

friends in poetry
slowly came in shook my hands
thats good you are trying
good poem, room for improvement,
write, write! won't do you harm

some left, some returned
friends abound still
I learned more, still crave more
knowledge not to be sniffed at
I don't care if I rhyme
(or Not!)

freedom comes with confidence
to write for oneself
and those who care to listen
to bard songs, tales and messages
from an aspiring poet such as I

the road travelled thus far
in this portal your home and mine
as in here, so is there
surreal world and tangible
living on whatever visions may come

'...and it was good...'



Ps the poem I posted is one of the first few.

thanx grace.....

johnrot said:thanx grace.....
My pleasure, John.

The Tempter

His eyes pierced my soul,
His crooked smile clawed at my heart.
His hatred for life made me weak;
He was like dark chocolate, a decadent need.
He was everything I despised in a partner:
Arrogant, snide, rude, and aggressively mean.
And yet, he was a sight to behold.
His flesh was fervid, but his touch, so cold.
His eyes were knowing and clouded,
He could sense weakness in each soul he intruded.
His disdain for people was attractive, a pull like gravity.
He was the perfect fallen angel:
Scorned, dark, and vengeful.
He beckoned me into the darkness,
Which burrowed so deeply in my heart.
His charm seduced me sneakily as the way of a serpent.
He made me plummet to the black abyss below;
The abyss whose gates read
'Abandon all hope, Ye who enter here.'
He was all I'd ever wanted, the one thing I didn't need.
But the temptation was all too alluring to my greed.
O, temptation has never tasted as sweet.

I hardly have the attention span to read this piece anymore. It took me about three weeks to write, edit, and polish this. I don't even save drafts anymore because I'd end up staring, forcing something out, then saving. A tedious (and torturous) cycle. Also, I don't really write dark or lovey stuff anymore either.

Sand Man

I had to set my watch back
So I'd make it in time,
But I was still late
By a day or so
Because the clocks all tick
Out of sync,
And the times vary
From pennies to quarters off.
I'm sure it's Roman numerals
Somewhere,
But close only counts
In hand grenades and horseshoes,
And I always over throw it,
Or throw up
In the sand pit
And get cheers.
Cool party tricks.
My curfew was last Tuesday
And the party ended at dawn.
I'll set my watch back
And catch headcount at dusk.

Loss of control fist DUP post

You ever feel a loss of control?
Your thoughts don’t feel whole.
When all you know is put to the test
And your mind can’t find rest.

The feeling of overwhelm controls you
Afraid of what your actions might do.
It’s easy to let the anger and rage prevail
It’s not the answer, just another fail.

At a moment you could fall apart
From the anxiety that crushes your heart
Sure in depression you could wallow
A path that most would follow

Beat your mind with what is wrong
Or obsessing that you don’t belong
That nothing validates how you feel
Or in the way with situations you deal

You hit a point of complete chaos
Rational thoughts are at a loss
Finding it easiest to just give up
Walk away from another hiccup

Grasp for a sense of stability
Or the strength of emotional agility
Your thoughts blackened like coal
Have you ever felt a loss of control?  


Evolutionary Rule

Artistically emphatic
An inspirational tool
My growth has been sporadic
Of evolutional rule

Control of my emotions
An aspect not quite attained
Through my verbal commotion
I’m pleasantly entertained

Scrutinized mentality
Torturous questions of sane
Versified reality
My verbal legerdemain

Echoed insecurities
Insubordinate of mind
Conflicted impurities
Poetically disinclined

Linguistic erudition
Rhythmically evoking
Scholarly cognition
The undergrounds’ provoking

First:


SHE

she slipped into my thoughts, when I wasn't looking
and nestled in amongst my fears
now her whispers echo, as I try to sleep
and during midnight hours she pries my mind awake
the figure in the corner, I try to ignore her
and my traitorous eyes refuse to wander
she moves malicious, grotesquely, teeth gleaming in hate
and takes an unseen step toward me
the heat of her breath, warming my cheek
and if I inhale I'll take her in
this apparition strokes my flesh, greedy, hungry for pain
and a scream rises inside me as I feel her
weight settles on my hips, putrid breath on my lips
and hard harsh fingers push and ply
my weak and trembling arms, trapped in iron grasp
and helplessly and silent I cry
she leaves my discarded shell, naked, unmoving
and empty eyes staring into nothingness

crude bruises in the morning, wrists, thighs
and still my room awaits another sleepless night




Most recent:


Work in progress

Make me burn with pain
just to prove i'm Yours.

Make me glow with pride
for having pleased You.

Make me scream Your name
and beg for mercy.

Make me sink with shame
for having failed You.

Brand Yourself
into my every moment.

Every inch of myself
belonging to You.

Take all that i am
and make me more
Your possession, Your tool
and precious to You

First poem published 26th June 2011 1:32pm  (Apparently I was too cool for spell check and just look at all those full stops!!)

Submit

He is the dominance of my inner slave.
The sanity in a world so confused.
That pleasure inside our world of pain.
The restriction of my breath. The quiet enduring muse.
 
Master, teach me how to serve you,
as i wait patiently on my knees,
teach me how to be totally yours,
how to satisfy your needs.
 
I lay before my masters mercy
palms down, staring at the floor.
The impact echoes in the silence,
I do not move, but i crave you more.
 
Master, teach me how to pleasure you,
show me i will always loose the fight.
Teach me how to listen to you,
as you pull my collar tight.
 
I dream of welts across my skin
I dream of crimson red,
I dream of having no control
Of being locked inside your head.
 
Master, teach me how to bow to you
and beg to feel your embrace,
Teach me how you'll not allow it,
and turn away my face.
 
These ropes they do hold me now,
they cradle me through the night
The comfort that my torture brings
no recollection of what's wrong or right.
 
Master, teach me how to worship you
how to carve your name on my skin,
Teach me how to submit to you,
to unlock the whore within.



Most recent poem published 12th July 2014

Breathe

 
The day
is thick with  
melancholy, and I
lean back on a sigh
dreaming of how a shot of  
whiskey would solve all of this
 
all of these constant questions  
with no discernible answers
that pirouette my heart
in perfect sequence  
from one breath
to the next
 
and my lungs
inflate and deflate
under the weight of
my own promiscuous  
truth, as my throat burns
for the silence of an antidote  
 
in perfect repetition, I breathe
as my veins bulge in anger
and my heart quickens  
the explosion as
bullets fly out
from a gun
 
and I take
no prisoners
in this plain white
cuboid nightmare I  
am forced to reside in;
for there is only me, only I,
 
and I am slowly going insane

I started writing recently, to cope with pain, hopelessness, confinement, and isolation
Second post
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/166954-soul-shine/

I'm moving past the pain, or at least the pain is not as frequent or intense.  Maybe it's better to say I'm getting used to accommodating the pain, and limitations.  Trying to write more seriously, with more style....  But, I'm still new, and I'm still in a lot of pain.  Still have no hope. But have found inspirations (people, tasks, activities), which could be seeds of hope...  And, I'm able to venture outside more frequently.

Recent post
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/169296-butterfly/