Gunnar's Silent Sunday I: Harried and/or Horrified Harriet

A to Z Blogging Challenge

Hello Mellow Fellows!

In the Auspicious Month of April, we will be posting a Poem a Day.

The themes will be chosen in the Alphabetical Way

Look for our poems and the themes that we choose

Watch us spiral downward as our minds we do lose!

Spring Puppy and Kitten Love

 

Spring Puppy and Kitten Love

 

I hate to be a killjoy

For I too feel the puppy (and kitty) love

But too many are born

Every spring there's a boom

Many of them die, never knowing a loving home

 

Please, if you have a critter

Keep him or her safe, inside or in a yard

Make sure to spay and neuter

For though I love the little balls of fluff

We have to say enough's enough

 

Until we can find loving homes for every one

We need to do what must be done

Give them food and shelter, and fix them too

To make a happier world

This is what we have to do

 

Don't let their lives end in springtime

In a shelter, or on the cold concrete

Let them live long, to a ripe old age

In a home where they know comfort

In a world where they know love

 

~Aurora~

 

Not the best poem I ever wrote, but when I saw the picture of the puppy, that is what came to mind. Spring is a time when animal births of all kinds boom. There is an increase in litters of puppies and kittens brought to the shelter in the spring.

 

If you are on Facebook, check out Animal Anarchy, a page that shares animals in need. I'm one of the admins.

 

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Poetry of the Netherworld

Ronnie Baker's Easter Woe

Image found here.

 

A fellow who liked to bake bread

Was filled with despair in his head

Too many orders he took

Without enough ovens to cook

All the Easter treats for customers live and Undead

 

~Aurora~

 

In and Out

Wad is a French magazine about fashion and culture.

Out of One Mess Into Another

Theme Thursday: Complexities

Gordian Knot

Complexities

by

Tempest Nightingale LeTrope

How much more complex can you get

Than a Gordian Knot

I think you cannot

The Knot of the Gordian variety

Poses the greatest of complexities

To unravel it poses the utmost in vexities

The Gordian Knot is best left alone

Life is complex enough

Without fiddling about with this kind of stuff

~Tempest~

Haiku Wednesday: Bucket List

The only bucket

On my list contains a mop

Cleaning never done

Wordless Wednesday: Guess How Tempest is Feeling

Apathy in the Face of the Unthinkable

 

Your apathy

and depravity

Will be the downfall

of humanity

 

Adam

 

 

Written after reading that people had watched a video of a three year old girl being molested by a pedophile, which was circulating on Facebook. Their response was not to be sickened, or saddened, but to joke about the trauma which this child had suffered.

 

 

Cross-posted to:

Crazy Town in Looney Land

Poetry of the Netherworld



Meet Adam, and a Grammar Lesson

Hi, I'm Adam. I'm the Mister Sister of the Writing Sisters who started this blog.

I just woke up about an hour ago, have the furnace blasting, the gas fireplace going, a pan of muffins cooking, and I'm still sitting here with a blanket wrapped around my shoulders, freezing. It irritates me how much my partner and I are paying on this townhouse, only to realize that perhaps we should have tried to talk them down a little due to the fact that the windows need replacing and the insulation is crap.

I could write an ode to the fact that I'm freezing to death. Instead, I'll share with you what I was watching a few minutes ago. Its sometimes fun to brush up on this stuff that I learned ages ago and honestly didn't care about at the time, except to pass tests.

Wild Faith

 

Despite my weariness, there is still something in me that refuses to be molded

That refuses to die

That refuses to conform to what others think I should be

 

I'm no longer young

I was never beautiful

But damn it all, I'm me

 

Still

And in spite of your worst efforts

To hell with anyone who thinks I should not be allowed

 

To be

 

~Faith~

 

Cross-posted to:

Crazy Town in Looney Land

Poetry of the Netherworld

Undead in the Netherworld

 

Faycin's Silent Sunday I

(pic found here.)

Golden Boy

Image found here.

 

A man who was terribly bold

Painted himself all in gold

Went to the nude beach

Which caused the ladies to screech

At his physique so fair to behold

 

~Faye~

 

 

Miles to Go Before I Sleep

Photo found here.

I have to get to a place where I know he can’t invade my dreams.
He came to me promising his love.

He brought me only madness.

I gave him everything, and he took it all.

Physically speaking, I can get away from him anywhere.

He doesn’t know me in life.

He doesn’t know where I live.

But every time I sleep, he comes to me.

Liar, liar, dirty, filthy liar.

He destroyed my ability to find love in life, because for the past twenty-seven years, I have loved only him.

If I go to another plane, to another dimension, I will have the upper hand at last.

The pills will facilitate my journey.

With my body out of the way, no more can he disturb my rest.

Each pill represents a mile.

I still have a few miles to go before I sleep.

Miles to go before I sleep.

~Faye~

Written for:

Cross-posted to:

Crazy Town in Looney Land

Poetry of the Netherworld

Undead in the Netherworld

The Divine Devil

The Divine Devil

Eggs that are deviled

I could consume by the dozen

Don’t need no toast or jam

Just eat ‘em and love ‘em

If you leave out a plate

Stacked with eggs that’re deviled

In fifteen minutes or less

The stack will be leveled

Love ‘em and leave ‘em?

Dude, not a chance

Chowing down on deviled eggs

Is better than romance

If you’re throwing a party

Best have a few eats

If you’ve got deviled eggs

You’ve got the best treats

Deviled eggs, you see

Are sophisticated and stylin’

But I don’t care about that

The taste leaves me smilin’

~Faye~

Opal's Fireblossom Friday

Please show unto Eternicode the Lurrrrrrve for creating these sparky Fireblossoms

The Fireblossom Challenge by Imaginary Garden with Real Toads

 

write a poem about a crack, fissure, rupture, split, or breaking point.

 

Mount Etna Erupts

 

Volcanic Eruption

by

Opal Zushaquon

 

There is beauty in the destruction

Of a volcanic eruption

As the earth cracks asunder

The magma bleeds forth from any resulting fissures

The ground ruptures

The ash in the atmosphere may cause lightning to slice through the sky

A pyroclastic cloud exploding poison and ash through the atmosphere rains death upon everything caught below

Yet observe the beauty of the fire

The magnificence of the magma flow.

 

~Opal~

 



Alphabe-Thursday: R is for Rain

R is for Rain

by

Tempest Nightingale LeTrope

I wish it would rain

Gloomy day with gray haze

Like the not quite sorrow in my brain

The sky won't cry

Neither will I

Guess neither of us have it in us to try

I have too much

But not enough

Too much trouble

Not enough of the right stuff

I wish it would rain

Wash away my weariness for just a while

I wish the sky would cry

So I wouldn't have to.

~Tempest~

Wordless Wednesday: Tempest

Cross-Posted to:

Poetry of the Netherworld

Undead in the Netherworld

Continuity

Just one of those days

Moving boxes yet again

Continuity

Trying to get stuff out of a garage size storage unit by the end of the month when I'm my sole helper until my son has his spring break and can lend a hand really sucks! How did I ever accumulate this much junk?

X-Posted To:

Crazy Town in Looney Land

Undead in the Netherworld

Welcome to Poetry of the Netherworld

We are hoping that someday, if we write enough intense and breathtaking poetry, our works may be included in a fine volume such as this one: 

Introduction to Epic Poetry, by Señor English

Friends, when Tempest first suggested creating a blog for poetry, The Real Cie said "Oh, Tosh! We have quite enough blogs!" 

But she relented, for the members of Team Netherworld create quite a bit of poetry, and it would be nice to have a place to showcase it separately from the prose and exciting Netherworld News Updates.

So welcome, dear readers to Poetry of the Netherworld. 

Do expect it to have that special Undead flavor that those of you who follow our Undead in the Netherworld blog know and love so well!

Cheers,

Tempest