DUP Poem of the Month - July 2017

So I rented a room last week @Dup.com  
Did you know it comes with free poetry  
and a view.....                 
     
My first night at the Inn I ventured  
downstairs, hey? did anyone know  
Madame Lavender opened a Bar & Grill?  
I also hear the good Doc, gives free                
medical advice too  "/                       
     
 A few regulars were scattered about  
some were having drinks while others                     
were dancing enjoying the cool menthol stylings   of John Feddeler, who was at the piano playing  My Way from Sinatra.                
     
So,      
I pulled up a stool and knocked back a few Souladareatease,Poetikmind and Xmar82 were discussing and debating their own points of views.

 Hashman, Lance,and Sadsmilles were all laughing it up, waved for me to come join
the convo already in progress.                        
     
"They' good peeps like that."                        
Some of my gal pals walked in              
not long after I got there                       
Flowergirl,Crimsin,and Enigma,                      
and oh yes, ScarlettA came too                     
     
Johnrot, came by for a frosty few,                        
alongside CraicDealer,Roachmill                      
and Poetspeak,who drank vodka,  
"cause he don't like beer "/                        
     
I have been up for almost 1 1/2 weeks  
with less than 1 hour or two a day worth of sleep, I am as manic as an Eskimo with a heater. I have acute insomnia since I checked in last Monday.  I am as Bipolar as Bananas in Pajamas and that stupid fucking purple dinosaur.                        
     
DUP,      
I raise my cup,      
please take a bow                        
best insomnia Hotel around.                      
                           
                     
                     
Note: This was spawned from my insomnia    
and  the inspiration is from Madame Lavender who wrote a story about Dup a few years back ")                
                        
                                                
 

   
   
   
My list of alphabets stop at H  
and continues from J  
see for yourself,  
write a poem    
without that  
discarded  
letter!  
   
No!  
my hatred  
is not directed  
towards my own self,  
rather, at my focus  
on my own being  
on my own existence  
on my own super-significance of self!  
   
So go ahead and write  
or at least attempt  
to write a poem  
without using  
that one  
letter,  
word!  
   
© KDAmB 2016. All rights reserved.
 
Version 2: Same poem in the literal sense i.e. without using the letter I
 
My set of alphabet stops at H
and goes ahead from J
see for own yourself,
pen down a poem  
that excludes
that one
letter!
 
No!
my hatred  
not targeted
at my own self,  
rather towards my
focus on my own extant self
my own super-remarkableness!
 
So go ahead and jot down
or at least attempt to
pen down a poem
sans that one
letter
word!

Slowly; uncannily
I see it unfold
and then,
I see it give rise
to itself.

It hovers and spins,
It twirls, entwining
the space it inhabits.
Watching, it holds

To itself what it
knows, to a circle
lets go,
to meaning and you,
from the earth
to and fro.

Are we here,
do we know?
Tell me when I
reach you;
only then will I know
I exist.

An Anthem for the Rebels
 
 
 
 
 
 
Sing with me now, Son  
words relayed through generations  
Hear it from your Elder's tongue  
Fair rulers have come and gone;  
still the poor struggle  
with little to live on  
Until our war is won  
keep this song in your heart sung  
 
 
"The wind slowly wears you down  
makes you doubt a friend  
Without trust, you may give up  
Sell your soul in the end  
 
Drained of desires  
except to dream no more - No!  
Pillars of systemic oppression  
erected Millennia ago  
  
The cruel wind blows  
with dust of a desolate mind  
absent of any Light and Love  
feeds the needful with blight  
 
Dove of Peace in flight  
was lost in the Great Storm    
Embers of Humanity's Fire  
we stoke to keep warm  
 
To sing “No one cares about us”  
is to not stand a fighting chance  
Though some sang, “Don’t give up”  
they did nothing but dance  
 
Since we put the "war" in class warfare  
the years have come and gone  
Sing with us now, but  
don't ever dance to this song"
 
 
 
Sing along with me now, Son  
but don't you dare  
 
don't you ever dare  
dance to this song
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
*Note | I want to thank Johnny Blaze of DUP for revamping the old poem.  
Old Version - https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/213622-the-wind/
Critique Thread - https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/workshop/read/9350/255/#398020