"dunt" poems
Limits do not exist
They are creations of the mind
Time and Space do not exist
They are creations of the Mind
Fear on the ladder up the genome
Its every 2nd rung
And we can't seem to get rid of it.
Fear is the father of all destruction
Fear breeds ranks
Of Anger
Distrust
Paranoia
Violence
When faced with a radical new view
Fear does his dance
Hoping we will turn away
Or smash until comprehension is
No longer available.
Please check your number and dial again.
You have now entered
The
Void.
That place of Zen No-Thingness.
Here is the black where all colors
Are in the same space
At the same time.
Where there is no separation
One from another.
All co-exists harmoniously
And we consider the Dark side
To be the place of hell.
White is the absence of all color
Within it nothing exists at all
It is true oblivion.
And we consider the Light side
To be the place of heaven.
And yet
And yet
Fear declares that oblivion is the enemy
We must find any way possible
To become
Immortal.
(Dunt Dunt Duuunnn!)
Have you found Waldo yet?
We live in a paradoxical reality
Dictated by our Most Holy Lord
Fear
And His Most High and Mighty
Likes to keep us hiding in the dark
Longing for the light
While holding us in ignorance to the
True Nature
Of both.
Even when we glimpse it
If Fear gets to us before anything else
We turn our backs on the Truth
And try to destroy all evidence
Of its existence.
Maybe the way out
Is just to twirl
And keep twirling
So that Fear can't ever get into our view
And can't even get a hold on us.
Possibly the Dervishes have something
Going with their rites.
We would see
All
If we set our spirits
To twirling.
Don't worry about where
The music will come from.
The universe is already
Providing it.
May 2, 2010
May 2, 2010 at 9:23 PM UTC
Welcome to the guide on how to write poetry.
Poems don't always rhyme
well, some of the time.
It's in plenty of children's stuff
but adults have had enough.
They
are
layed
out
weirdly
sometimes
and some are just in a long line similar to this, like you would find in a book
or pehaps with !punc?tuat'ion a^ll* o&ver;
$t"he p(l)£ace%
in CAPITALS or lower case
or perhapps with duhliburut speling misstakes.
They may have words in them
you don't understand
like antebellum or zeugma
or with words that enni yungstur ken get innit m8? Lol!
1. They can have numbers in them.
2. yehT nac eb nettirw sdrawkcab.
3. A bit of repetition did no one no harm harm harm.
Thou canst use the language of old if one wishes,
or use language that is simple, easy to grasp.
Poems
offer
exciting,
marvellous
chances to do things like an acrostic or something fancier.
Write in français, español, deutsch, dansk, italiano, polski, gaelige, cymraeg, ελληνικά, русский, íslenskur, עברית, हिंदी, 中國的, 日本の,العربية
one of those, or English if you choose.
In bold (brackets and italics too) - a dash here; use semi-colons properly as well.....don't over do the full stops or talk about silly things like purple pumpkins playing with pigeons.
L o o k.
You have some choices now.
Stick to my rules
or make your own.
To be onist, it dunt rearly mattuh.
It's a poem. Something like that.
Mar 9, 2012
Mar 9, 2012 at 1:40 PM UTC
I guess It's just warped.
It's all twisted around.
Pristine genesis corrupted thoroughly before it's own conception, prenatal chains and subliminal reception.
It's head is on backwards so it knows only then and now, now and then, like right now.
Feet and feat move it forward with eyes and mouth eternally cast down.
Sometimes It dreams it was free.
Sometimes it remembers it's me.
Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 8:03 AM UTC
Just follow the bouncing ball! 1- 2- 3- 4- 1- 2-
Hey Mr. Moon (badunt dunt dunt)
shine a light on all of our blues (badunt dunt dunt)
we passed around the bottle of gueze (badunt dunt dunt)
while lookin' down at skuffied up shoes (badunt dunt dunt dunt dadee)
hey Mr. Moon-(badunt dunt dunt)
your gettin' on my hormonal rythym, my chemi hemi-spheri-cal schizm
reacting to your lunar deluge
so strike up the band (badunt dunt)
won't ya shine a light on all of us crazies
we love you 'cause your foolish and lazy
and you do it for attention and news(badunt dun dun, dumpedy dun)
::well your the orchestrated leader
of the criminally insane
and the bona fide heater
of the hearts on lovers lane
and what's it to ya anyway
just what all do ya gain
when ya push the tides around
and do a number on my brain::
Mr. Moon! (badunt dunt dunt)
I hope you come around real soon ( dadunt dunt dunt)
I'll try to write a song for the sun ( badunt dunt dunt)
who keeps a dark old rock in his fun ( badunt dunt dunt duntety)
Mr. Fool Moon ( Budunt dunt) un-
aware that you're a pain in my **** (badunt dunt)
keep the rhythym 'til we're over hump~(badunt dunt)
'cuz you know I like the light of your lump ( badunt dunt dunt bumpety oh)
Mr. Moon i love you,
Mr. Moon i love you,
Mr. Moon
i love you,
Mr. Moon.
Sep 3, 2013
Sep 3, 2013 at 4:52 PM UTC
Yes I am a kid if I
Play with stuff toys
I am a kid if I
Cry when you scare me
I am a kid if I
Like things simple
I am a kid if I
Laugh in between our serious fights.
Yes I am a kid if I
Tanrerm you
Only because
I dunt know how to play with feeling
Because am afraid to loose you.
Only because I dunt like you talking to me in rude manner that's why I cry.
Only because
I love you the way you are,i want everything neat and simple
Because I laugh doesn't mean I am stubborn
It means I wanna loose up the
Environment
Yess I show Tanrerms because I know
You can handle me.
Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 12:38 PM UTC
Days when I struggle
'N' nowt seems reet
'N' t' big stuff is consumin me
'N' then mi mates come round
Drink some beer
Eat some food
Talk some ****
Watch a film
All o' t' stuff as matters
They know
I could talk about t' big stuff
But I won't
They know me an' I'm safe
It dunt matter
What matters now is the size of a chimps *****
Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 4:12 PM UTC