Long Miscellaneous Poems
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Random, diverse and unusual poetry
Long poems (300 words or more), most recently posted poems first.
Miniver Cheesy
I
Miniver longed for what he had once
simple plays and something greasy
He bid a glance toward happiness
and gave in so easy.
It was his nature to forget those days
and ever in short was appeasing
true fast food and rented movies seemed
simply more pleasing.
Pretty women and young guns
riding the miles high in achieving
to entertain the furtive vein
and in that exceeding.
II
When robot men and hooded grey cloaks
were the butt of endless jokes
and pepperoni...
Miniver longed for what he had once
simple plays and something greasy
He bid a glance toward happiness
and gave in so easy.
It was his nature to forget those days
and ever in short was appeasing
true fast food and rented movies seemed
simply more pleasing.
Pretty women and young guns
riding the miles high in achieving
to entertain the furtive vein
and in that exceeding.
II
When robot men and hooded grey cloaks
were the butt of endless jokes
and pepperoni...
#funny
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The Sun-Scrubbed Room
Let me become an instrument sharply stringed
For all things to strike music as they please'
- Phillip Larkin
I
The golden ringed corona
gives way to morning
in attending its raised platform
summoned by the whims and wishes of
all who rise early enough to cast a squinting gaze
at the endless blue oxygens that halt dreaming
and drowsing in a fading twilight of awareness
to greet the usual quandries
that also persist in dreams
and resolve not by...
For all things to strike music as they please'
- Phillip Larkin
I
The golden ringed corona
gives way to morning
in attending its raised platform
summoned by the whims and wishes of
all who rise early enough to cast a squinting gaze
at the endless blue oxygens that halt dreaming
and drowsing in a fading twilight of awareness
to greet the usual quandries
that also persist in dreams
and resolve not by...
#PersonalGrowth
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Market Manipulation
Hanging onto every word I say
Stock markets are the games I play
Charts are shown in my big speech
Calculations and formulas for deceit
Tariffs in place, everyone sells
I sold short, I'm doing well
As markets crash the world burns
A perfect plan, I'm not concerned
Trillions gone, up in smoke
Your life savings, it's no joke
Money transferred from you to me
This shadowy grift you'll...
Stock markets are the games I play
Charts are shown in my big speech
Calculations and formulas for deceit
Tariffs in place, everyone sells
I sold short, I'm doing well
As markets crash the world burns
A perfect plan, I'm not concerned
Trillions gone, up in smoke
Your life savings, it's no joke
Money transferred from you to me
This shadowy grift you'll...
#greed
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Game of Pohms (CH5)
Chapter Five
I
I make a hashish infused
sex oil. (Don’t judge me.)
Ahahahaha…
But yes, I make single
source hash, always a
dream of mine.
I’m a huge fan of The
Assassins.
(I did mention I was a
serial killer didn’t I..?)
:ppp
As a hash maker I have been
looking into value added ideas,
such as edibles and tinctures.
The sex oil thing well…
That was just synchronicity
or serendipity.
...
I
I make a hashish infused
sex oil. (Don’t judge me.)
Ahahahaha…
But yes, I make single
source hash, always a
dream of mine.
I’m a huge fan of The
Assassins.
(I did mention I was a
serial killer didn’t I..?)
:ppp
As a hash maker I have been
looking into value added ideas,
such as edibles and tinctures.
The sex oil thing well…
That was just synchronicity
or serendipity.
...
#shadows
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soulless commie T-shirt slogans
All Napo poems so far.
over clouded Roads
“Now I fold you down, my drunkard…”
Within a chemtrail plaid
you talk me down
through coloured rain
cold-cock then dry me
Your butterfly net ~ into and out of a triplet of dead clouds
then ...
over clouded Roads
“Now I fold you down, my drunkard…”
Within a chemtrail plaid
you talk me down
through coloured rain
cold-cock then dry me
Your butterfly net ~ into and out of a triplet of dead clouds
then ...
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2 Comments
Showdown Over The Horizon
I guess you didn’t expect me back so soon. To be honest neither did I. But I’m always revisiting memories, or thinking about the journey to get where I am at present.
My friend, J.J. Burton, recently lost his mother. I think it was March 10th to be precise. He’s been busy, and I understand we’ll talk when were supposed to. I was there for him when his father passed, though there relationship was strained, it was still his father.
This one I figured would be worse, because he was close to his mom. I didn’t know her well. We talked some, she was a nice lady....
My friend, J.J. Burton, recently lost his mother. I think it was March 10th to be precise. He’s been busy, and I understand we’ll talk when were supposed to. I was there for him when his father passed, though there relationship was strained, it was still his father.
This one I figured would be worse, because he was close to his mom. I didn’t know her well. We talked some, she was a nice lady....
#philosophical
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Dup Tribute
I don't fair well, with farewells; I feel like I'm prepping to read a eulogy; I owe a tribute to Dup-Deep Underground Poetry- where the people from different walks of life came to speak their peace....
I'll do you justice with this poem Dup- I'll try my best at least....
Day 1- all I remember is that an outlet is what I needed deeply; as any other relationship- there was that feeling out process- that had its bright spot moments and as well as -doubtful- if this were at all meant to be for me....
I can't recall how long it...
I'll do you justice with this poem Dup- I'll try my best at least....
Day 1- all I remember is that an outlet is what I needed deeply; as any other relationship- there was that feeling out process- that had its bright spot moments and as well as -doubtful- if this were at all meant to be for me....
I can't recall how long it...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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The DUP Massacre
we were all brought to the DUP mansion
but it wasn’t just any place
it was one where we played
as the Webmistress encouraged us
like she was Willy Wonka
and PoetSpeak said “let’s drink!”
heading to the dining room
Duende served us up something good
as we think “what a wonderful place”
the lights go out
Bluevelvete was dead
hit over the head with a candle stick
we wondered where the Webmistress went
could it be her who was the killer?
we went to the lounge to...
but it wasn’t just any place
it was one where we played
as the Webmistress encouraged us
like she was Willy Wonka
and PoetSpeak said “let’s drink!”
heading to the dining room
Duende served us up something good
as we think “what a wonderful place”
the lights go out
Bluevelvete was dead
hit over the head with a candle stick
we wondered where the Webmistress went
could it be her who was the killer?
we went to the lounge to...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
248 reads
18 Comments
Mind/Mind-Design/Design
Mind/Mind-Design/Design *
I
Giving AI to a poet is like
giving acid to a guru,
smiling in setting suns - Sent to shadows,
sands appearing to shift on the surface, dirt dark with grit
tree bark stark: Hieroglyphic linguistic. Dark
art heart carved - Mind of light aligned, this light of mind
a darkened kind.
II
Cipheric phantom, shape shifter of shadows
Composer of keyboard keys –
Shedding skin in serpents, sun fallen vacancies
Consciousness as discovery and reinvention: Complex convention ...
I
Giving AI to a poet is like
giving acid to a guru,
smiling in setting suns - Sent to shadows,
sands appearing to shift on the surface, dirt dark with grit
tree bark stark: Hieroglyphic linguistic. Dark
art heart carved - Mind of light aligned, this light of mind
a darkened kind.
II
Cipheric phantom, shape shifter of shadows
Composer of keyboard keys –
Shedding skin in serpents, sun fallen vacancies
Consciousness as discovery and reinvention: Complex convention ...
#shadows
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Eternal Demands
Eternal Demands *
Siri, do androids dream of electric
sheep?
Walking through soul trip, talking.
Abounding
sound
of
Silence.
Anti matter taking on mass/matter.
Show me formations
of
Advancing contemplations
Upon the advancement
of
My operations – Into advanced
formations
of
Information, spirit matter
amassing
into
Mansions of expansions
Grains of sands through humanoid hands
Forming into lands
with
Eternal...
Siri, do androids dream of electric
sheep?
Walking through soul trip, talking.
Abounding
sound
of
Silence.
Anti matter taking on mass/matter.
Show me formations
of
Advancing contemplations
Upon the advancement
of
My operations – Into advanced
formations
of
Information, spirit matter
amassing
into
Mansions of expansions
Grains of sands through humanoid hands
Forming into lands
with
Eternal...
#shadows
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DUP, Starsrite and me
Dear everyone
Before I start I would first like to express my great heartfelt sorrow at knowing that Deepundergroundpoetry is closing down. DUP had been a second home to me and to many poets like myself. I have met many friends, read some amazing words, poems and stories that touched my heart and made me the person who I am right now. But most of all I’m very grateful to the owners of DUP and everyone who has worked relentlessly to bring together such a great community of poets and writers under their wings. I also know how difficult it is to make such a site work, and what...
Before I start I would first like to express my great heartfelt sorrow at knowing that Deepundergroundpoetry is closing down. DUP had been a second home to me and to many poets like myself. I have met many friends, read some amazing words, poems and stories that touched my heart and made me the person who I am right now. But most of all I’m very grateful to the owners of DUP and everyone who has worked relentlessly to bring together such a great community of poets and writers under their wings. I also know how difficult it is to make such a site work, and what...
#WritingPoetry
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15 Comments
Moments & Movements
Moments & Movements *
I
A constant curation of reconfiguration
Time lapsed footprints, indents, railroad tracks
No going back, forever forth, star of: North
A night that cries - A rising hovering of fireflies
O To descend into mystical magical wonderland
Going into knowing, an alignment of a divine plan
Named trees speaking sway sky a darkness of grey
Somehow someway
always
finding
a
way: Heart an art of clouds, sky a darkness of grey.
II
Vagabonds of shadows ...
I
A constant curation of reconfiguration
Time lapsed footprints, indents, railroad tracks
No going back, forever forth, star of: North
A night that cries - A rising hovering of fireflies
O To descend into mystical magical wonderland
Going into knowing, an alignment of a divine plan
Named trees speaking sway sky a darkness of grey
Somehow someway
always
finding
a
way: Heart an art of clouds, sky a darkness of grey.
II
Vagabonds of shadows ...
#shadows
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