Randon "acts" of poetry
Challenge yourself to free your mind by posting anywhere from a sentence to a full blown poem in the essence of this DUP poet:
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poets/Randon/
Those with the best offerings will be awarded a 3 day 6 night all expenses paid vacation inside his cranial god complex were the spinal tapping of his trephinations will impale you with the greater glory of L. Ron Hubbard.
Will we be able to recognize the real Randon should his marrow bubble up from this forum's infected humorus bone?
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poets/Randon/
Those with the best offerings will be awarded a 3 day 6 night all expenses paid vacation inside his cranial god complex were the spinal tapping of his trephinations will impale you with the greater glory of L. Ron Hubbard.
Will we be able to recognize the real Randon should his marrow bubble up from this forum's infected humorus bone?
[ Lesbian ] Comrades In Arms
Natasha, in sunglasses at night, exhaled
a Kremlinesque fog, blowing smoke
up our asses during the interrogation.
Hungry and svelte with pink felt tips
that could Chekov any comrade's box,
she was a he of a KGB conspiracy theory
and I was paranoid they were all
out to get me.
Their predator drones hovered above
targeting my uvula with long-range
silicone scud missiles lubricated
in lukewarm, mercurial deceptions
Once a flowerchild of the Sixties, my soil
was now heir to their scorched earth
policies of salting wombs with Communism.
Cream of the Kremlin, fouled and greasy---
this dormitory wing was swiftly turning
into a buttery Chernobyl.
Bread line grew lengthy down kitchen's
back alley; banged mercilously
were my pot and pans with ladels.
The spanking persisted, welt upon welt.
Her camera continued filming; the propaganda
machine would use this to reel in fresh recruits.
Written by MaryWalker
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[ Lesbian ] Sub Zeroed in Dom Nation
The dog days of summer
were barking up the wrong trees.
Even my Fortress of Solitude
was melting into your average
Kryptonian complex.
She drove the ice cream truck
on the upper west side
of Hell's Kitchen and tried
to give me the cold shoulder
straps.
However, the irony was a tube topic
of discussion without any boobs
and was quickly lost upon me
---went right over my head.
Regardless, we were bitches in heat
I puddled as I peddled, chasing
her down the street on my cycle
---narrowly avoided being poodled,
bichoned, and schnauzered.
The invitation to enter inside of her
moveable feast was an unexpected
surprise; I wasn't accustomed to
meals on wheels, let alone desserts.
My graham cracker cone was soggy
from thoughts of being tongued
maliciously.
I salivated at the delicious prospect
of partaking in her perfumed parfait.
She wanted me to submit to a split
while preparing the banana insertion
kept chilled in her frigid box.
Training wheels were peeled away.
Glancing over my shoulder apprehensively,
I waffled, but was immediately seized
by her icy grip and sudden temperature
plunges.
My muffed cries of FUCK! Fuck! fuck!
trailed off into throbbing blindness
at the brain freez---
Written by MaryWalker
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Zombie Werewolves from Outer Space are Coming for your Children
“Grab ‘em by the Amygdala,” he snorted.
“I will never lie to you.”
Streamers of bright orange blood flood the pink skies.
Hallelujah, hallelujah!
“They are gonna love you, Space Refugee...love you to death.”
(Powder pink are the headlines and prophecies. The sacrifice pit is growing.)
To be continued...
“I will never lie to you.”
Streamers of bright orange blood flood the pink skies.
Hallelujah, hallelujah!
“They are gonna love you, Space Refugee...love you to death.”
(Powder pink are the headlines and prophecies. The sacrifice pit is growing.)
To be continued...
Written by Randon
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I mean, com'ON! Who can possibly come close to writing like this?
Zombie Werewolves from Outer Space are Coming for your Children
“Grab ‘em by the Amygdala,” he snorted.
“I will never lie to you.”
Streamers of bright orange blood flood the pink skies.
Hallelujah, hallelujah!
“They are gonna love you, Space Refugee...love you to death.”
(Powder pink are the headlines and prophecies. The sacrifice pit is growing.)
To be continued...
“I will never lie to you.”
Streamers of bright orange blood flood the pink skies.
Hallelujah, hallelujah!
“They are gonna love you, Space Refugee...love you to death.”
(Powder pink are the headlines and prophecies. The sacrifice pit is growing.)
To be continued...
Written by Randon
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JohnnyBlaze said:
I mean, com'ON! Who can possibly come close to writing like this?
Right now I am eating a Ukrainian chocolate bar and feeling slightly hungover from yesterday’s triple Birthday/valentines/tattoo day and I’m reading this thread. If anyone for any reason ever asks, this has been the best weekend of my life.
Randon said:
Right now I am eating a Ukrainian chocolate bar and feeling slightly hungover from yesterday’s triple Birthday/valentines/tattoo day and I’m reading this thread. If anyone for any reason ever asks, this has been the best weekend of my life.
Oh, going to hell in an Easter hand basket - that's brilliant and all sounds wonderful!
Randon said:Thanks you so much, JB and everyone! So awesome!!
You are welcome!
Now, back to carving your name onto every obelisk and pylon for future Pharaohs and U.S. Presidents to ponder with their flaming papyus proposals . . .
Right now I am eating a Ukrainian chocolate bar and feeling slightly hungover from yesterday’s triple Birthday/valentines/tattoo day and I’m reading this thread. If anyone for any reason ever asks, this has been the best weekend of my life.
Oh, going to hell in an Easter hand basket - that's brilliant and all sounds wonderful!
Randon said:Thanks you so much, JB and everyone! So awesome!!
You are welcome!
Now, back to carving your name onto every obelisk and pylon for future Pharaohs and U.S. Presidents to ponder with their flaming papyus proposals . . .
Randon said:
Right now I am eating a Ukrainian chocolate bar and feeling slightly hungover from yesterday’s triple Birthday/valentines/tattoo day and I’m reading this thread. If anyone for any reason ever asks, this has been the best weekend of my life.
Happiest of Birthdays, Randon! Another Aquarius! How awesome! Love the tatt!
Right now I am eating a Ukrainian chocolate bar and feeling slightly hungover from yesterday’s triple Birthday/valentines/tattoo day and I’m reading this thread. If anyone for any reason ever asks, this has been the best weekend of my life.
Happiest of Birthdays, Randon! Another Aquarius! How awesome! Love the tatt!
[ RAP ] Deeply Stated Conversations That The World Is Not Safe From Anymore
She was a Q'uman
broadcasting on Channel Four
from a canned ham radio
I ate her spicy conspiracy theory
with a tuning fork.
She promised me a front row seat
at Democracy's execution.
My sleeves were already rolled up
for the bleach injections.
I'd left reality behind;
my corpereal body was next
on the cutting board.
Soon I would become invested
in her corporate shell game.
Bathed in growing Ultraviolet Light
I was purified of Left Wing ideology
purged of Liberal guilt
and pruned of conscience
I nodded as she shut me in
the trunk of a 1978 Cadillac
minus engine and on blocks
adorning her front lawn.
The time was now to hibernate
in her Hyper Chrysalis
parked in the backwoods
of this Deep State known as
Georgia.
Written by JohnnyBlaze
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JohnnyBlaze said:Deeply Stated Conversations The World Is Not Safe From Anymore She was a Q'uman
broadcasting on Channel Four
from a canned ham radio
I ate her spicy conspiracy theory
with a tuning fork.
She promised me a front row seat
at Democracy's execution.
My sleeves were already rolled up
for the bleach injections.
I had already left reality behind;
my corpereal body was next
on the cutting board.
Soon I would become invested
in her corporate shell game.
Bathed in growing Ultraviolet Light
I was purified of Left Wing ideology
purged of Liberal guilt
and pruned of conscience
I nodded as she shut me in
the trunk of the 1978 Cadillac
minus engine and on blocks
adorning her front lawn.
The time was now to hibernate
in her Hyper Chrysalis
parked in the backwoods
of this Deep State known as
Georgia.
You are welcome to joke on me anytime
It's time for a DU roast
Anonymous
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Insiderew said:''Vlad the invader Pukin '' said '' liberalism is dead! ''
i think a fat thing heard and it ok'd
as it follows him, to bed.
Excellent! Keep up the good work, Soldier!
Valeriyabeyond said:
You are welcome to joke on me anytime
It's time for a DU roast
Doesn't Rabbit or Edible have a roast thread so somewhere ..?
i think a fat thing heard and it ok'd
as it follows him, to bed.
Excellent! Keep up the good work, Soldier!
Valeriyabeyond said:
You are welcome to joke on me anytime
It's time for a DU roast
Doesn't Rabbit or Edible have a roast thread so somewhere ..?
