May I

The Last of the Maypole Dancers

By Ilsa Elford

Could maypole dancing

Help me to perhaps believe

In magic again

CIE

Prompt used:

Withrealtoads.blogspot.com

Last lune for this year's challenge

Thanks for visiting the greatest cosmic gaffe ever made and reading my so called poetry

I Remember

I remember when I found out I was going to lose you
There was nothing that could he done to save you
That you would be dead before the weekend was done

I remember feeling as if a nuclear bomb had hit
That I was still alive seemed a cruel joke
How could I be expected to live without you?

I remember feeling frozen inside after you were released from your dying body
Instead of releasing the pain in my soul through tears
I became cold and angry

Little friend who brought joy to my sad heart
Forever I remember

CIE

Prompts:
Withrealtoads.blogspot.com

Because I am using my tablet tonight, I could not really follow the prompt exactly as written. The photos of Lafayette were taken by me, and I limited my word count to 100.

Napowrimo.net

Write about something you remember

I hope you folkers realize that it is very difficult to compose a poem when tears are fogging up your glasses and blurring your already less than perfect vision.

My Eyes Have Seen Me

My Eyes Have Seen, Version 4

Photoshop manipulation by The Real Cie

Model: The Real Cie

My Eyes Have Seen Me

51 and still wondering why life hurts so much

Lost dad, became half an orphan at 45

Diagnosed bipolar, borderline and obsessive-compulsive at 38

Divorced at 29

Mother at 25

Married at 23

Met son’s dad at 18

First suicide attempt at 16

Troubled teen

Ghost whisperer

Alien, born 1965

~Cie~

This shaky selfie actually is a pretty accurate illustration of what it's like to be inside my soul on a bad day. Today was a pretty bad day. This has been a really bad spring for my depression.

 

Prompts Used:

 

Tea Time in the Netherworld

Image Source

Sadly I never got to meet any of you while you were alive

But once we are all in spirit together, I'm hoping you might want

To come have a spot of tea with me, so I can sit and listen to

You relive your lives in stories of wild times, triumph and tragedy

You were more than your stories, I know, you were real people, heart and soul

Lemmy, who pulled no punches, rough outsides but a heart of gold within

David, a real star who brought magic from the stars, a true gentleman

Alan the thespian, bringing Severus Snape to amazing life

Prince, diminutive giant, royally blessed with talent supreme

Chyna, gentle, troubled soul, no-one really ever understood

Sad, delicate Malcolm, body still here but spirit already gone

Our sweet beasties; if you think cats don't drink tea, you didn't know our cats

I'm not trying to be pushy, I hope I'm not asking for too much

But if you have a moment in your busy afterlife, you might like

To perhaps take just a minute and stop to have a wee spot of tea

To maybe stay a while, and spend the afternoon with Adam and Cie

Created by Adam and Cie

The invitation is always open!

Prompts used:

(Photoshop manipulation by The Real Cie)

Remembering His Purple Reign

When the doves cry in the purple rain

You know I will remember

What will you remember?

Riding in your little red corvette

You can bet I will remember

What will you remember?

Partying like it's 1999

You can be sure I will remember

What will you remember?

The Prince of music eclectic

The defier of conventions

The innovator

The motivator

That's what I'll remember!

Love, 

Bloomy

Prompts Used:

Fallen

Image by Sarolta Ban

Once upon a dream

 An angel was sent to Earth

 She has lost her way

~Cie~

Prompt Used:

Imaginary Garden With Real Toads:

Where did I come from? 

NaPoWriMo:

See notes

Notes:

This Lune addresses the metaphysical theory that I may not just be trashed out mentally ill fuckup, I may be a fallen angel. I have been studying the Lost Books of the Bible and the works of Dr. Doreen Virtue, and what I am reading rings true for me. If it makes you feel better, you can file this theory under trashed out mentally ill fuckup and just appreciate the poem, or not. I don't really care, just don't be a dick about it.

The line "once upon a dream" was inspired by the line "once upon a December," which comes from a song in the animated movie "Anastasia." I would not have come up with this if it weren't for today's NaPoWriMo prompt, so although I didn't specifically follow their instructions, they did inspire me. 

 

Misunderstood

All the young girls in Zecor

Say that they would adore

The way their lives would transform

If only they could adorn

Themselves like Princess Ondina

Picture-perfect Ondina

It's such a shame, the girls say

That Ondina turned away

The advances of her half brother

They say that he would be such a fine lover

Compelling and mysterious Qweh

Mighty and powerful Qweh

Ondina sits alone in the wood

Feeling lonely and misunderstood

Her brother is a brute whom she fears

She'd like to swim away on a river of tears

None know the truth of Ondina

Sorrowful, frightened Ondina

A young nymph in lovely finery

Is what the envious girls of West Zecor see

A defiant bitch who denied him a heir

Is what Prince Qweh sees in his sister fair

None see the true Princess Ondina

Every day is a fight for Ondina

A frightened girl who sees no good end

A sweet lost soul without a friend

Misunderstood by those whom she wishes to free

She has nowhere to go even if she could flee

People only see the glory of Ondina

They know not the fear of Ondina

CIE

Note:

I couldn't brain today, so I wasn't able to work in the prompts from withrealtoads.blogspot.com or napowrimo.net although I was inspired by them.

Broken Sonnet

I can't compare you to a summer day

The leaves upon your branches are dying

I'd turn them green again were there a way

But they can't be revived by my crying

There was always something soft about you

Though you pretended that you were so tough

A sad little boy you thought no one knew

Who felt he was never loved quite enough

No way you deserve this terrible hand

Some things in life I just don't understand

CIE

For Mal

Prompts loosely interpreted:

Withrealtoads.blogspot.com

Napowrimo.net

Dare to Care

With minds polluted by hate
How can we ever hope
To make this a better world?

We don't take care of what we hate
In a world where so many people hate everything
No one will take care of anything

If you cannot help another
At least try not to hurt them
That includes the planet

In a world where no one gives a damn
How can we hope for a better tomorrow
When no one cares today

Even though caring is out of fashion
Some of us have to try
We have to dare to look like fools today

CIE

Prompts used:

Withrealtoads.blogspot.com

Napowrimo.net

Keep Them Real

If we don't save them

From murder for ivory

They will be but myth

CIE

Prompts used:

Withrealtoads.blogspot.com

(Elephants)

Napowrimo.net

(Myth)

Dedicated to the memory of Prince

Who wisely cautioned people not to lose their spirituality

The Monkey's Paw

Desperate Doe dreams

Of bucks to make her heart leap

Curse the monkey's paw

CIE

Prompts used:

Withrealtoads.blogspot.com

(Wishes gone bad)

Napowrimo.net

Write a Kenning poem

Notes:

It has been my challenging to myself to not run on at the keyboard when writing poetry. This is why I create Haiku's and Lunes so often.

Aubvey's Netiquette

Miss Aubvey Winslow shares her Wise Words of Wisdom with the Web

Dearest World Wide Webbin' Keyboard Warriors

Listen up, cause Miss Aubvey's got something to say

Those of y'all who are goin' online and tellin' folks to kill themselves

Cause they don't agree with your thoughts on whatever and what have you

Bless your little hearts!

That really ain't very nice

I ain't here to tell y'all what to do

I only ask you to think twice

How would you feel if someone was to say to you

That you oughta cut your wrists

Or find a tree and hang yourself

That really just ain't right

Now, maybe it wouldn't bother you too much

Maybe you're all rough and tough

But some folks ain't had an easy time in life

And maybe it wouldn't take much 

To make 'em actually take a jump in the drink

Some folks are standin' on the brink

I ain't sayin' you gotta agree with every ole body's every ole thought

I'm just askin' you not to let the rotten come pourin' out

Just 'cause you disagree

With someone's religion or politickin' or sports team or what have you

Do like Miss Aubvey

Put a little spoonful of sugar on it

Let it melt in your mouth and mind a while

'Fore you let it come pourin' out on your keyboard.

Love,

Aubvey

Aubvey Winslow is a beloved Netherworld character given to us by an old blogging friend many years ago.

Judgment

Their judgmental ways

 Taught me to be tolerant

 Or at least to try

~Cie~

Prompts Abused:

Imaginary Garden with Real Toads

(Flip the mask around and upside and down and try talking of the gods the other way.) 

NaPoWriMo

(Think back to your childhood)

Notes:

I grew up in a very judgmental, religiously dogmatic family. My father's family were old world Catholics. My mother's were hard-line Baptists. These judgmental attitudes eventually pushed me away from the church. I didn't want to be that way.

Flipping the issue on its head, a portion of my trifecta of mental illness is borderline personality disorder. People with borderline personality disorder tend to see everything in shades of black and white. I have to fight against this all the time. I tend to take things very personally, to become very defensive, to feel that I am always being attacked or rejected. It makes it very hard to be close to people. I also tend to push people away before they have a chance to hurt me. It is an extremely lonely disorder to live with.

The upshot is, I can't blame my family for the portion of the problem that is mine to bear alone. I have been guilty of being terribly judgmental, and I have hurt people with my judgments.

For Rachel

A friend I knew yesterday

I miss you today

I will still love you tomorrow

I miss you, Rachel

You understood

I wish you were still here

Perhaps in a future life

We can meet again

Let us always be friends

CIE

My friend Rachel died at the age of 69 on this date in 2009 from complications of diabetes

Prompt used:

Withrealtoads.blogspot.com

Three verses, three lines each, covering past, present and future

Remains of a Dead World

Image by Noxifer at Deviantart

What remains of Zecor?

The rain still falls gently on the long dead Sua flowers

Thirteen mummified bodies lie broken on the steps

Of the loathsome Ktenology Center

Masks and costumes for the Zgraj Festival

Lie in the changing room at the Grand Zerif Temple

Still awe inspiring, still glorious

Despite being buried beneath centuries of dust

Bodies of Zecor's former residents

The Katet, the Teridan, the Eygal

Lie as dead as the heartbroken princess

Who once dreamed she would protect them

Found in the street beside the steps of the Ktenology Center

The body of the brutal tyrant who ruled o'er West Zecor

The half brother and polar opposite of

The gentle, broken princess

The mines of Sluvan still contain deposits

Wyfnor and Ghjem

Once delivered to worlds near and far

Now rest within the darkness of dead earth

Written on the wall of the West Holpry Ghetto

The words here lies our Joub, aged thirteen years

Beloved brother of Serab

Sweetheart of his devoted Sata

Once it was whispered in secret meeting places

That Qweh, the King, took his crown prematurely

When he conspired with the ambitious Royal Doctor

To poison the ailing King Giraq

The folk of Zecor dressed in a style both glorious and uncomplicated

Loose fitting silky tunics and dresses both practical and pretty

At festivals, the attire was glorious and awe inspiring

The Parade of the Queen a favorite celebration of the people

On the sixth floor of the Center for Ktenology

Lies the body of Princess Ondina

Beside her, the body of her beloved Serab and her friend Xegran

Beneath the broken window, the body of her despised brother

The final warning from the underground newsletter

States simply that those left behind will die

"Qweh has doomed us," it proclaims

"May the Vbiq and the Zjepa devour his eyes"

The chamber where Xegran once regaled Ondina

With tales of Ista, Queen of the Fourth Moon

Remains remarkably free from dust

And from the deadly atmosphere

Walk down the nearby alley and you'll find

A pile of mummified corpses, eyes removed

Walk to the border between East and West Zecor and you will hear

Only the wind blowing over the dead land

A feeling of nameless terror pervades in this doomed world

Even the most scientific of explorers turn quickly away from photographs of Zecor

"Postcards of the damned," they say dismissively

Not wishing to try and explain away

The feelings

Of terror

Inspired

By the doomed world

CIE

Prompts misused:

Withrealtoads.blogspot.com

Napowrimo.net

This is an epic poem about the Dead World segment of Team Netherworld's WIP novel, Fetch. 

Cross-posted to:

Dark Hearts Love Too

Fetch

Starry Demons