Poetry competition CLOSED 19th November 2016 8:30pm
WINNER
personanongrata (Astral Gift)
personanongrata (Astral Gift)
I wanna fly soHIGH
RevolutionAL said:Oh dear, we need to chill.
The thread became a "hotbox" of drug / alchohol affected humans and a fish (Nemo - the host) the banter got wild due to the fact that we were completely wasted.
At no stage was there any attack, indeed "Noway china brother your poem is epic... High Fivez and Kudos man! " I do apologise however for calling you a man, I had no idea you were a woman (and should have checked).
Please realise that in our completely wasted state it did not occur to me at all to check the vital stats.
If you can manage the humour; one of my most favourite DU poets wrote a piece that was the reverse of our experience and it was extremely funny because he thought he was talking to a woman who turned out to be a man. If you want a laugh I'll send you the link.
Please please accept my appology for my behaviour during substance tests for poetry purposes. I am sorry.
But no hard feelings from my side you welcome to hang with me anytime.
Al
I apologize to you too. I still don't know what High Fivez and Kudos man! is but I get the point.
That with the poem is a synchronicity I can't ignore.
Please send me the link!!
No heart feelings-lust love and piece
Let's hang out sure
The thread became a "hotbox" of drug / alchohol affected humans and a fish (Nemo - the host) the banter got wild due to the fact that we were completely wasted.
At no stage was there any attack, indeed "Noway china brother your poem is epic... High Fivez and Kudos man! " I do apologise however for calling you a man, I had no idea you were a woman (and should have checked).
Please realise that in our completely wasted state it did not occur to me at all to check the vital stats.
If you can manage the humour; one of my most favourite DU poets wrote a piece that was the reverse of our experience and it was extremely funny because he thought he was talking to a woman who turned out to be a man. If you want a laugh I'll send you the link.
Please please accept my appology for my behaviour during substance tests for poetry purposes. I am sorry.
But no hard feelings from my side you welcome to hang with me anytime.
Al
I apologize to you too. I still don't know what High Fivez and Kudos man! is but I get the point.
That with the poem is a synchronicity I can't ignore.
Please send me the link!!
No heart feelings-lust love and piece
Let's hang out sure
for poetic purposes
Hitting it to the art fest. I love it, it's in the quaintest of one horse towns. 5 of us, one car, a black van. DJ RealT & DJ Dee5 are riding with us.
Got my cool shades on. Elbow resting on
the door (or window) how do you define that? (The vans window is rolled down, my arm is resting where the window is hiding in the door, there are like 3mm of glass sticking up; playing "peek a boo,) The tracks are wicked and the sound is epic and the boom in this car is like a pulse for the veins.
I'm feeling a Rockstar ma'an. Scrap that I feel like a DJ groupie on the way to see stunning bikini clad hotties shake em tits up all facing the modern god. Have you seen how the chicks worship the dudes with 8 beats in their step, counting 142 beets per second without a digital display?
These two boys are the real deal. They make a scratch on the pad sound like a band of angels changing the world and offering you a fucking blow job while they prove why girls can lick girls and that's okay. (yeah these boys are that good)
We're talking their art at the moment; one of em pulled a threesome in a studio and he filmed it on his mobile in case this convo came up. The video is vivid. I'm surprisingly aroused by two cocks in one tight nympho. My eyes are on the screen, tight. RealT says it. "Listen to her squeel, sounds like a Trans track slowed down by a third." he starts beat boxing to it. My fuck we're making music to the sound of used cocks & a crying pussie.
The conversation turns. "How's your art Al, boy" comes the voice from the driver seat. With my Rockstar, DJ groupie voice on I pipe up "well I met a lit fish. Writes okay, one of us. Artist crafter." Car goes quiet. "Not used to the Jargon, boy. A writing fish?" I spend 10 minites explaining user names and the metaphore of a clown & a clown fish being like a man and a dog. The laugh starts in the van. "He challenged me to take some descent shit and write some value on a canvas for it".
"Fuck! We're in!" echoes through the van. Dee5 has a bag of shrooms. That van stopped at a yogurt selling shop in seconds. Stocked up on supplies. Water, fruit, sucky type sweets and we back on the road. The shrooms filled the yogurt faster than Schumacher pulls from starting lines... We're sharing the yogurt and the spoon (What? It's not a needle or anything) As the thump started I needed the music to slow down and some lyrics init. Age did that, I think. I'm watching the sun soak tar on the road. It's beautiful and the van is running at the rays, so quick the trees bow in respect.
The guys start offering fruit. Good thing, my mouth needs it. They cut an orange in half, pass it over.
There were 10 ovary cells & 16 234 of those tiny little juice sacks in the carpel of my orange half. 15 123 in RealT's half. I counted his for him. He was counting the Montgomary glands on the Areola of the whore with a cock in her pussie and one in her mouth on DJ's phone. Those boys are still arguing about, what her name was.
-x-
Hitting it to the art fest. I love it, it's in the quaintest of one horse towns. 5 of us, one car, a black van. DJ RealT & DJ Dee5 are riding with us.
Got my cool shades on. Elbow resting on
the door (or window) how do you define that? (The vans window is rolled down, my arm is resting where the window is hiding in the door, there are like 3mm of glass sticking up; playing "peek a boo,) The tracks are wicked and the sound is epic and the boom in this car is like a pulse for the veins.
I'm feeling a Rockstar ma'an. Scrap that I feel like a DJ groupie on the way to see stunning bikini clad hotties shake em tits up all facing the modern god. Have you seen how the chicks worship the dudes with 8 beats in their step, counting 142 beets per second without a digital display?
These two boys are the real deal. They make a scratch on the pad sound like a band of angels changing the world and offering you a fucking blow job while they prove why girls can lick girls and that's okay. (yeah these boys are that good)
We're talking their art at the moment; one of em pulled a threesome in a studio and he filmed it on his mobile in case this convo came up. The video is vivid. I'm surprisingly aroused by two cocks in one tight nympho. My eyes are on the screen, tight. RealT says it. "Listen to her squeel, sounds like a Trans track slowed down by a third." he starts beat boxing to it. My fuck we're making music to the sound of used cocks & a crying pussie.
The conversation turns. "How's your art Al, boy" comes the voice from the driver seat. With my Rockstar, DJ groupie voice on I pipe up "well I met a lit fish. Writes okay, one of us. Artist crafter." Car goes quiet. "Not used to the Jargon, boy. A writing fish?" I spend 10 minites explaining user names and the metaphore of a clown & a clown fish being like a man and a dog. The laugh starts in the van. "He challenged me to take some descent shit and write some value on a canvas for it".
"Fuck! We're in!" echoes through the van. Dee5 has a bag of shrooms. That van stopped at a yogurt selling shop in seconds. Stocked up on supplies. Water, fruit, sucky type sweets and we back on the road. The shrooms filled the yogurt faster than Schumacher pulls from starting lines... We're sharing the yogurt and the spoon (What? It's not a needle or anything) As the thump started I needed the music to slow down and some lyrics init. Age did that, I think. I'm watching the sun soak tar on the road. It's beautiful and the van is running at the rays, so quick the trees bow in respect.
The guys start offering fruit. Good thing, my mouth needs it. They cut an orange in half, pass it over.
There were 10 ovary cells & 16 234 of those tiny little juice sacks in the carpel of my orange half. 15 123 in RealT's half. I counted his for him. He was counting the Montgomary glands on the Areola of the whore with a cock in her pussie and one in her mouth on DJ's phone. Those boys are still arguing about, what her name was.
-x-
dont sass me palooka whiles im holding you up
i feed his mawkish notion but what remains
barely satisfies, constraint for constraint
i felt his monk heart after
ate it with mustard and numeroushazards
amidst siberian wall flowers
we set a fire with water pistols
in the line soon thereafter
set it utterly actually inside the SIstine Chapel
we make lust to bruises , no matter,
we fecundate into each-other
i shot an apple clean off his shoulders
so he couldnt infringe upon the sit-uation.
i cut my arm off, it turned into a rafter.
we bantered politics sidearmed w/ the plaster.
we go on dreadful cruises in bathtubs
more naked and more sore forever .
reputation by repetition
we go on dreadful cruises
within a ship within a bottle or two or four
ever ever-after and more .
so i sailed ssaild into tthe floor
bursting nigh with great gasps of desire ,
accordingly,
he read kierkegarrd to accordions
from Montpellier to MOdesto
by the bygone meat of a chiken bone
all ddown to mexico, sincerely ago,
with lips wide and dumb with gusto
playd it rather like a trombone
oh oh or a crossbow, mostly commotion,
so i know that somewhere there i s
an island with my heart-on
and poem was 90 proof now it pissed in the ocean
it insisted on silence to surmise and shower
station to station it lived on witches potions
like tears of tears born on my eyelids
but brother i'd rather stare stupidly at the sunrise
and glower
but it was discovered to be ,long after,
only the faraway light of a belltower .
i feed his mawkish notion but what remains
barely satisfies, constraint for constraint
i felt his monk heart after
ate it with mustard and numeroushazards
amidst siberian wall flowers
we set a fire with water pistols
in the line soon thereafter
set it utterly actually inside the SIstine Chapel
we make lust to bruises , no matter,
we fecundate into each-other
i shot an apple clean off his shoulders
so he couldnt infringe upon the sit-uation.
i cut my arm off, it turned into a rafter.
we bantered politics sidearmed w/ the plaster.
we go on dreadful cruises in bathtubs
more naked and more sore forever .
reputation by repetition
we go on dreadful cruises
within a ship within a bottle or two or four
ever ever-after and more .
so i sailed ssaild into tthe floor
bursting nigh with great gasps of desire ,
accordingly,
he read kierkegarrd to accordions
from Montpellier to MOdesto
by the bygone meat of a chiken bone
all ddown to mexico, sincerely ago,
with lips wide and dumb with gusto
playd it rather like a trombone
oh oh or a crossbow, mostly commotion,
so i know that somewhere there i s
an island with my heart-on
and poem was 90 proof now it pissed in the ocean
it insisted on silence to surmise and shower
station to station it lived on witches potions
like tears of tears born on my eyelids
but brother i'd rather stare stupidly at the sunrise
and glower
but it was discovered to be ,long after,
only the faraway light of a belltower .
Anonymous
Hahahaha, I think I I have found my favourite brand of nutters on this thread. Nemo, look at all the foolishness you have started........
Anonymous
I refuse to share my blanket. I need it to cover my head from your evil dark accusing eyes, creepy rob zombie reject clown guy. Please leave my pigeons alone they are fetching my curry tonight. If you continue to hassle me I am gonna tell pennywise. And that aint gonna end well for anyone. Now do you mind rude sir, I was busy wanking over PJ Harvey youtube vids. Under my blanket.
Anonymous
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WHAT?
Aah fuck... This isn't walt disney and I'm not s'pose to find you....
That Fucking Octopus!
Oh My Word!
Wait! If you are "no one"
And the Rockstar chick is "not allowed entry by the government" Are you guys like FBI or CIA this is s indercover operation isn't it?
Aah fuck.... Blade dude... I'm coming to hide under the blanket with you! I won't watch you fuck your cucumber don't worry I'm not weird.... But whete is this PJ Harvey stuff?
This is especially for Blade no one else can look... Sssh I stole it from the guy fawls guy Anotamouse.
https://youtu.be/STxXS5lLunE
High Write
Was challenged to do it and that is why
i am writing this poem while exceedingly high
i had it all planned a definite route but
i've forgotten what i was going to write about
No matter i'll make it up as i go on
Look there's Tony Blair riding a swan
This is more fun than i thought it would be
Except for the fact that you're looking at me
i may do something drastically unusual
Or just continue to tease and abuse you all
When the time comes i'll know it i'm sure
i simply love the feel of orangutan fur
It's all wrong and it's going nowhere fast
How can i make this poem last and last and last?
As you read this now you begin to feel sleepy
Now think of something scary and creepy
You are under my spell i am taking a toke
i am sure i was going to make a joke
If all else fails there's always that sandwich
Don't you just hate when you get a hand itch?
i'll see your incredulity and raise you a turtle
By golly i think i am nearing the last hurdle
Just two lines to go then i'll raid the cooler
Fuck it there's nothing that rhymes with cooler
Except fool her and that doesn't make any sense in any stretch of the concept, i mean....
Makes you think doesn't it?
Was challenged to do it and that is why
i am writing this poem while exceedingly high
i had it all planned a definite route but
i've forgotten what i was going to write about
No matter i'll make it up as i go on
Look there's Tony Blair riding a swan
This is more fun than i thought it would be
Except for the fact that you're looking at me
i may do something drastically unusual
Or just continue to tease and abuse you all
When the time comes i'll know it i'm sure
i simply love the feel of orangutan fur
It's all wrong and it's going nowhere fast
How can i make this poem last and last and last?
As you read this now you begin to feel sleepy
Now think of something scary and creepy
You are under my spell i am taking a toke
i am sure i was going to make a joke
If all else fails there's always that sandwich
Don't you just hate when you get a hand itch?
i'll see your incredulity and raise you a turtle
By golly i think i am nearing the last hurdle
Just two lines to go then i'll raid the cooler
Fuck it there's nothing that rhymes with cooler
Except fool her and that doesn't make any sense in any stretch of the concept, i mean....
Makes you think doesn't it?
the turning point...
this happened about a decade ago...
to a boy who was addicted to cough syrup
this particular day he realized something more
the day he decided to overcome and give up
he was waiting for the weekend to hit him
he bought all the goods and set his room
his room is set and the lights are dim
while the weather painted the eve with gloom
rolled the joints and bought some juice
and made sure he had enough cigarettes
two hundred milliliters, (gulp - gulp) ready to let lose
now the fluid kicks in...........................(lets
GO....!!)
Wings of Marie to 10,000 Days by TOOL
with the loud music, he is laying in bed like a fool
Mother, Welcomes to machines by Pink Floyd
is he trying to escape reality or trying to fill his void?
Ville Valo's voice sang lose you tonight by HIM
its hard to see any faces, because he'd put the lights to dim
Every thing in its right place by Radiohead
next to him on the floor he had puked in red
SUDDENLY THE PLAYLIST STOPPED...!
"WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED?"
he sat with his eyes wide open
the hum is getting loud in his ears
he started to wonder,
"where am I ?"
"FUCK, what's my name ?"
"WHAT IS MY FUCKING NAME ?"
"Am I insane ?"
he felt his jaws are getting stiff
he tried to scream, but couldn't
he was scared
he was crying...
his mind gave him
the craziest
suggestions
"did I lose myself ?"
"is this how a mad man feels ?"
"without knowing who he is?"
"what is this hum am hearing ?"
his face covered in sweat
forced himself to calm down
heavy fast breaths slowed down
with one deep breath
wiped his sweat with hands
and, lit up another joint with a shameful smile
then tighten the plug of the speakers
to start a new playlist
Sleep by the Poets Of The Fall
he sat on the bed and leaned against the wall
but he couldn't forget
how he got scared
trying to remember
his own name
it was the day he realized how fucked up he was
and it was last time he had the red syrup
he still misses the feeling of getting lost
but somehow he found strength to cheer up
and the boy
moved forward
beating his demons
one by one
today he looks at the life he left behind proudly
by now I hope you've realized that boy...
was me...
...
this happened about a decade ago...
to a boy who was addicted to cough syrup
this particular day he realized something more
the day he decided to overcome and give up
he was waiting for the weekend to hit him
he bought all the goods and set his room
his room is set and the lights are dim
while the weather painted the eve with gloom
rolled the joints and bought some juice
and made sure he had enough cigarettes
two hundred milliliters, (gulp - gulp) ready to let lose
now the fluid kicks in...........................(lets
GO....!!)
Wings of Marie to 10,000 Days by TOOL
with the loud music, he is laying in bed like a fool
Mother, Welcomes to machines by Pink Floyd
is he trying to escape reality or trying to fill his void?
Ville Valo's voice sang lose you tonight by HIM
its hard to see any faces, because he'd put the lights to dim
Every thing in its right place by Radiohead
next to him on the floor he had puked in red
SUDDENLY THE PLAYLIST STOPPED...!
"WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED?"
he sat with his eyes wide open
the hum is getting loud in his ears
he started to wonder,
"where am I ?"
"FUCK, what's my name ?"
"WHAT IS MY FUCKING NAME ?"
"Am I insane ?"
he felt his jaws are getting stiff
he tried to scream, but couldn't
he was scared
he was crying...
his mind gave him
the craziest
suggestions
"did I lose myself ?"
"is this how a mad man feels ?"
"without knowing who he is?"
"what is this hum am hearing ?"
his face covered in sweat
forced himself to calm down
heavy fast breaths slowed down
with one deep breath
wiped his sweat with hands
and, lit up another joint with a shameful smile
then tighten the plug of the speakers
to start a new playlist
Sleep by the Poets Of The Fall
he sat on the bed and leaned against the wall
but he couldn't forget
how he got scared
trying to remember
his own name
it was the day he realized how fucked up he was
and it was last time he had the red syrup
he still misses the feeling of getting lost
but somehow he found strength to cheer up
and the boy
moved forward
beating his demons
one by one
today he looks at the life he left behind proudly
by now I hope you've realized that boy...
was me...
...
Moon & Me [ haiku ]
a haiku about
the full moon and the stoned me
and it goes like this
I still remember
how I used to watch the stars
at night from rooftop
staring at the moon
and speak to myself inside
she is beautiful
I'll lose count of time
wonder whether am looking
at the moon or earth
one day moon asked me
"why the fuck don't you visit
me here anymore?"
then I said to her
those days have passed and long gone
I've fallen in LOVE
note |
where I grew up we used to say "going to the moon" when we smoke weed, I don't know if anybody is familiar with
that phrase because it sounds very unfamiliar when I translate it to English, and it was well fitting in my language
a haiku about
the full moon and the stoned me
and it goes like this
I still remember
how I used to watch the stars
at night from rooftop
staring at the moon
and speak to myself inside
she is beautiful
I'll lose count of time
wonder whether am looking
at the moon or earth
one day moon asked me
"why the fuck don't you visit
me here anymore?"
then I said to her
those days have passed and long gone
I've fallen in LOVE
note |
where I grew up we used to say "going to the moon" when we smoke weed, I don't know if anybody is familiar with
that phrase because it sounds very unfamiliar when I translate it to English, and it was well fitting in my language
my mind mystifies even I,
the life of a hopeless poet,
I suppose you already noticed
flowing so dope you know this
I got to focus fully load
open not joking devoted to vocal explosive
spoken noted ferocious closest to locust
atrocious to know him,
bogus flows in roast toastin mode
emotion in motion,
broken but coping,
hoping to be golden,
rolling on the potent woven words,
the type you may have never heard,
never observed,
i extract past facts,
pass fast in my craft,
as i blast these beats,
repeat,
release,
I just want to be complete,
i just want to be me,
believe,
I don't want to need anything,
the struggle is real,
ya you said it right,
life is a fight in my line of sight,
never try,
do or die,
no clever lies,
a member of this endeavour,
never get's pleasure without effort,
we are in this together,
whether we like it or not,
we can never stop or surrender,
never measure no one is better,
our lives are tethered altogether
no one is see is lesser,
this is as real as it gets,
a reality check
thee end
(opiates and cannabis)
the life of a hopeless poet,
I suppose you already noticed
flowing so dope you know this
I got to focus fully load
open not joking devoted to vocal explosive
spoken noted ferocious closest to locust
atrocious to know him,
bogus flows in roast toastin mode
emotion in motion,
broken but coping,
hoping to be golden,
rolling on the potent woven words,
the type you may have never heard,
never observed,
i extract past facts,
pass fast in my craft,
as i blast these beats,
repeat,
release,
I just want to be complete,
i just want to be me,
believe,
I don't want to need anything,
the struggle is real,
ya you said it right,
life is a fight in my line of sight,
never try,
do or die,
no clever lies,
a member of this endeavour,
never get's pleasure without effort,
we are in this together,
whether we like it or not,
we can never stop or surrender,
never measure no one is better,
our lives are tethered altogether
no one is see is lesser,
this is as real as it gets,
a reality check
thee end
(opiates and cannabis)
." @ "\ｲ " " ﾑV "0] " the night is a blind trapezze
we stroke the rope between our knees
" " ." u n t i t l e d . w p s "ﾘp "ﾘp
("
e l d t
T h e s i l h o u e t t e m a k e s silhouettes of i t s e l f
thru intricate motions an dguilt and hedlong resounding drums of wood
[hollow ]sun]
the mind in my drama
was forced to be nmine ｸﾀ9・ ・ ｸﾀ9・ ・ ｸﾀ9・ ・ ｸﾀ9・ ・ (it isnot sufficiently marked so an d
but marketed as such)
hshshshhshshsh
we turn stark vapid and small
eat chipmates with shipmate s
rappid in teh hall
but i am ovr a hundred deckers babyy
likelikeolikelikelilke
inside
likllkeli.ke a knifemade sky
likelikelikeliek under the trees
they send beeez into your draemsz
this life
sting an d sting and fallds to sleep to die
STSH STSH STSH STSH
despirte what you heard now
I d o n o t d r i n k t o d i s a v o w ,
nor shoot the shit into the cow
at oru last meeting you mentioned the sound
of branches
it was missing frm the now
from tehree ranches out
yeah alright
w i l d f i r e s o n t h e v e l d t!
k n o w n
M composition printer FILE:
known imean O n l y t o i t s e l f
T h a t m o v e u s f o r w a r d
A n d d e s t r o y sss
syeah alright
words are second nature
they spunk in teh theatre
but cry empty junk
untoto the lug=ngs and heatrt and arse of the arseitseltf
we stroke the rope between our knees
" " ." u n t i t l e d . w p s "ﾘp "ﾘp
("
e l d t
T h e s i l h o u e t t e m a k e s silhouettes of i t s e l f
thru intricate motions an dguilt and hedlong resounding drums of wood
[hollow ]sun]
the mind in my drama
was forced to be nmine ｸﾀ9・ ・ ｸﾀ9・ ・ ｸﾀ9・ ・ ｸﾀ9・ ・ (it isnot sufficiently marked so an d
but marketed as such)
hshshshhshshsh
we turn stark vapid and small
eat chipmates with shipmate s
rappid in teh hall
but i am ovr a hundred deckers babyy
likelikeolikelikelilke
inside
likllkeli.ke a knifemade sky
likelikelikeliek under the trees
they send beeez into your draemsz
this life
sting an d sting and fallds to sleep to die
STSH STSH STSH STSH
despirte what you heard now
I d o n o t d r i n k t o d i s a v o w ,
nor shoot the shit into the cow
at oru last meeting you mentioned the sound
of branches
it was missing frm the now
from tehree ranches out
yeah alright
w i l d f i r e s o n t h e v e l d t!
k n o w n
M composition printer FILE:
known imean O n l y t o i t s e l f
T h a t m o v e u s f o r w a r d
syeah alright
words are second nature
they spunk in teh theatre
but cry empty junk
untoto the lug=ngs and heatrt and arse of the arseitseltf
