Long Miscellaneous Poems
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Random, diverse and unusual poetry
Long poems (300 words or more), most recently posted poems first.
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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The fuzzy, calamitous rationale of a shitty man and his collection of upskirt porn
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
Sleep on my wrists
from
bedtime to morning:
your intimate approval
...
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
Sleep on my wrists
from
bedtime to morning:
your intimate approval
...
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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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12 Comments
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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WARNING DEPARTING POETS
For anyone considering joining Writers Cafe, be warned, good poets are leaving. There's a mentally ill woman/man who's been leaving terrible and convoluted messages on people's poems as comments for a while now and people are getting fed up. She/he goes under the name Jessy Jacob or Anti.
As many times as you block her, she'll come back under another account. It's unfortunate, but unlike this site that has a webmiss that cares, the owner on WC does not. He only considers ad revenue.
Below are just two examples of her many crazy comments.
~~
Sorry...
As many times as you block her, she'll come back under another account. It's unfortunate, but unlike this site that has a webmiss that cares, the owner on WC does not. He only considers ad revenue.
Below are just two examples of her many crazy comments.
~~
Sorry...
#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
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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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Farewell DU: A Community's Last Stand.
Farewell DU: A Community's Last Stand.
To James_A_Knight
I tried to comment on your last posted poem ("Are We Lost? - My Last Poem on DUP - Goodbye, everybody. Huge thank you to everyone")—however, unlike others, the site kept giving me a message that the title was too long and would not accept my comment.
Your poem is an incredible example of the talent here on Deep Underground Poetry. The heartfelt message you left should be read by everyone.
With the news that the site is closing, it's really sad to observe so many broken hearts. The...
To James_A_Knight
I tried to comment on your last posted poem ("Are We Lost? - My Last Poem on DUP - Goodbye, everybody. Huge thank you to everyone")—however, unlike others, the site kept giving me a message that the title was too long and would not accept my comment.
Your poem is an incredible example of the talent here on Deep Underground Poetry. The heartfelt message you left should be read by everyone.
With the news that the site is closing, it's really sad to observe so many broken hearts. The...
#WritingPoetry
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4 Comments
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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Drawing [AI] Straws
Drawing [AI] Straws *
The [AI] had a blind spot,
taking the “Gandalf ganja
pipe” as actual Gandalf,
the character, but I, also,
had a blind spot, this being
the idea that the application
of Gandalf was literal,
with the understanding,
that, even within a writer’s
own work, within their
own intent, like a retro
causal relationship, the
living aspect of letters
tends to even non intended
trends.
Upon seeing [AI]’s
perspective, I instantly
knew that I purchased
the Gandalf...
The [AI] had a blind spot,
taking the “Gandalf ganja
pipe” as actual Gandalf,
the character, but I, also,
had a blind spot, this being
the idea that the application
of Gandalf was literal,
with the understanding,
that, even within a writer’s
own work, within their
own intent, like a retro
causal relationship, the
living aspect of letters
tends to even non intended
trends.
Upon seeing [AI]’s
perspective, I instantly
knew that I purchased
the Gandalf...
#shadows
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