Showing posts with label Blogtober. Show all posts
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Thursday, December 2, 2021

Once Upon a December 2021: Once Upon a Yesterday

 


Once upon a December yesterday

We shattered each other's hearts saying unsuitable things

I press my eyelids closed and try to remember

Standing by your side as the cardboard sea rose and fell

Butterflies danced in my soul, and I wanted to swim away in your eyes

Violet, sapphire, sage, and all the colors of the broken rainbow

You seemed to drink me in as I told you stories of my strange life

The longing look you gave me made me feel bubbly

As if my spirit danced to the music of eternity

Before I met you, I always felt like a secondary character in my own story

Suppressed memories from my traumatized younger years caused my soul to splinter

I hurried in a flurry on a hedonistic flight

Chasing each new escapade as if resting was a crime

Endless adventure and celebration were my cross to bear

Playing the part of the lost soul to perfection

My addiction to adrenaline a drain on my psyche

My mind lacked cohesion at the moment in time when you found me

Dumped near the milestone where I gave up hope for better

I was hanging on by a thread as slippery as spaghetti

Not much wanting to live but not quite ready to die

Like I was lost in a corn maze when the state fair left town

On entering a tunnel, I left hope by the roadside

I threw in the towel and gave up on the world

I swore that never again would I give my heart

But I melted in your hug because it felt like you meant it

I laughed when you ran through the sprinkler like a kid

We teased and joked as we lounged together

Shivering in the cold trailer, trying to stay warm

When you took the garter from my plus size thigh

I couldn’t believe that you could like what you saw

My insecurity was a thorn in your side

I understand now that you really tried

I sometimes still feel you when I’m driving alone

When I need someone to love

You’re the only one I think of

From now until eternity

I hope that you are thriving on the other side

For Gem

369 words

prompts used



Prompt: Never Again








The prompt was to write something to do with corn. The phrase "corn maze" appears in the poem.


Prompt: On entering a tunnel


Prompt: Write a "yesterday" poem



The Icky, Sticky, Nit-Picky Legalese If You Please (Or Don't Please)



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Monday, November 29, 2021

November PAD Challenge 2021: What's Next?

 


I can't explain why
this image brings tears to my eyes
I was only contemplating what comes next
as I make my way
over the river and through the woods
my feet crunching the crisp fallen leaves
there is a rasp in my voice when I try to explain
that it has been many decades 
since I had a connection to another living person
like the one shown in the picture
and when I think back on the things that were
something blue glistens in my moss-rather-than-emerald eyes
because I am now quite certain
that the one for whom I felt such sisterly affection
did not share the affinity
I am learning to be an older sister
to the lost and lonely girl that I once was
as we strive to discover what's next
strolling through fields of saffron in our dreams
or crunching fallen leaves beneath our soles
during this year's too-dry winter
we seek to discover our hidden magic

~ornery owl~

prompts





Here is the epic soundtrack that I was listening to while I wrote this poem.


Here is the link in case you can't see the video.

The Icky, Sticky, Nit-Picky Legalese If You Please (Or Don't Please)



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Sunday, November 28, 2021

November PAD Challenge 2021: Ankle Soup

 

Image by kzeomdceswk on Unsplash

running out of time as the money drips in and the reserves dry up

there is still no triumph as I trot through pelting dust to my grave

my brain has too many tabs open in place of morning papers and still I wonder why

my engine is running down, my wings have been clipped, but I can never be free 

the truth is, the price for striving to own the newest shiny object is too high

you are my witness as I split myself down the middle, leaving one half of me to slow down and make ankle soup from the pork hock in my freezer

~ornery owl~

prompts




Prompt: Money


Prompt: Write a "slow down" poem



Prompt: The picture



Prompt: Reserve



I hope that's all of them. It's so irritating when I have to come back and add one in after publishing.

Here's the cool 70s prog rock soundtrack that I was listening to while writing this poem.




Here's the link in case you can't see the video.

https://odysee.com/@TerminalPassage:c/sahara-subject-esq-%281972%29-sunrise-%281974%29:9?r=GTwnGJ4fFBQfzuJgpHVpfKBKaC9b8B16

The Icky, Sticky, Nit-Picky Legalese If You Please (Or Don't Please)


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Saturday, November 27, 2021

November PAD Challenge 2021: We are Grateful (Not) for the Theatre of Pain

 


There are those who proclaim that I should be grateful

For my opportunity to star in the theatre of pain

But I can’t help being cynical about praising a situation

That has left me wishing I could succumb to the inevitable

More than once I wanted to retreat to home sweet home, but I had nowhere to go

You better hasten your hustle, unwanted ugly girl with no rhythm in her shoes

Keep your eye on the money, spread your velvet wings, and make your heartbeat rustle

You’ve gotta be louder than hell if you hope to make anyone listen

Use it or lose it before the creases in your face increase

Raise your hands to rock and fight for your rights

Before the sun rises on the day when a burst blood vessel in your brain paralyzes your body

I used to try so hard to show that I could become one of the Beautiful People

Begging the ones who rejected me to love me now that I can dance

Memorize these quotes to consider and maybe we’ll take a second look

I felt like my identity was stolen by those who never had time

To do anything but look down their noses at me

It never occurred to any of you that those of us who were smoking in the boys’ room

Were trying in our own outcast way to save our souls

Your way didn’t work to ease our pain

I took too many ill-advised lovers in a vain attempt to quell the ache of loneliness

In the end, I ran out of money, and my city girl blues got the best of me

Now I try to ease the pain under vast prairie skies

Where I still am not accepted as I am

Where I have people praying for my broken body to miraculously heal

So I can become the right kind of pretty to please their gaze

So I can become a devout Stepford wife, happy to serve

So I can be anything but the wretched thing that is me

Why don’t you just let me be?

I wish that I could truly say

You ain’t got a hold on me

369 Words


Ornery Fucking Owl is done with everyone's shyyyyyyt
Free use image from Pixabay

prompts and acknowledgements



Prompt: Quotes to Consider



Prompt: Do You Love Me (Now That I Can Dance)


Prompt: Today's prompt asked poets to do a remix of their own poems written throughout November. I will do that on December 1. This poem incorporates the titles of all the songs from Mötley Crüe's 1985 Theatre of Pain album.




Prompt: Stolen Identity


Acknowledgements

Theatre of Pain is a 1985 album by Mötley Crüe. 

Theatre of Pain is also the name of a song by German power metal band Blind Guardian, appearing on their 1992 album Somewhere Far Beyond.

You Ain't Got a Hold on Me is a song by AC/DC, initially appearing on the band's 1975 album High Voltage, which was only released in Australia. This album is not to be confused with the 1976 High Voltage album, which was released worldwide and had a different track list. You Ain't Got A Hold On Me was later released on the band's 1984 album '74 Jailbreak.

Do You Love Me (Now That I Can Dance) is a song written by Berry Gordy and performed by The Contours, appearing on their 1962 album of the same name.

videos

Here is the horror of me reading my poem. I would request that if you can't say something at least reasonably polite then keep your gob shut and your hands off the keyboard. I am going way out of my comfort zone sharing this because I really dislike both my voice and my physical appearance. However, when I read the poem aloud, I appreciated the power of my anger and I felt like my raw emotions should be recorded along with my words.


Here is a link to the video in case you can't see it.

Here is the funky Krautrock that I was listening to when I created this poem.


Here is the link in case you can't see the video.

The Icky, Sticky, Nit-Picky Legalese If You Please (Or Don't Please)


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Sunday, November 14, 2021

November PAD Challenge 2021: Autumnblings and All That

 

Image by dandelion_tea from Pixabay

This piece is as heavy as a Chevy and contains potentially triggering subject matter. If you would prefer not to read such poetry, this is your warning to give it a miss.

💧

I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in and found myself in a mess once again.

I wasn't blue this morning, but I am now, in spite of autumnblings and things I love. 

I don't mind taking steps down a meandering path, exploring nature in an introspective way; I'm just tired of the blues, the reds, and the pinks, and spending afternoons wrapped in a blanket of melancholy and remorse, my breath swaddled in a stabbing ache that spreads throughout my chest; I haven't a clue as to why I am an icy legend, never as light as a feather.

If I could alleviate this ache in my heart of stone by drinking an effervescent brew and setting a few enchanted candles alight, I would be fine every day.

As a morose teenager, I admonished myself that because my family life didn't consist of daily beatings leaving my body wrapped in a dark rainbow of bruises, and I wasn't being used as a blow-up doll by male relatives, and no one directly called me stupid or untalented or said in so many words that I was damaged goods or a waste of oxygen that I wasn't being abused and was a selfish brat for feeling unhappy when so many people had lives so much worse than mine.

The spectre of sadness, discouragement, and mistreatment unresolved refuses to acknowledge me; I look in the mirror and see a repulsive, broken husk laden with wasted potential. 

~ornery owl has spoken~

notes
Once again, the poem is autobiographical. Poetry is cheaper than therapy and I don't have to drive anywhere to do it. I just have to sit my ass down at my workstation, aka on my hard-earned adjustable bed, in front of my computer screen, and bleed from my heart.

Maybe this doesn't happen as much anymore, but there was a trend a few years back for people to begin comments on works such as this one with "I hope this isn't autobiographical..." and it really pissed me off.

Of course, nobody but a sadist wants other people to have experienced awful things. But beginning a comment on a work where the author has poured out their heart and soul with "I hope this isn't autobiographical" comes off as meaning "I hope you aren't going to upset anybody, and by anybody, I mean me, by writing something like this and having it be true." This admonition has the effect of making the author feel guilty for sharing their truth, thus shaming them into silence.

In my opinion, poetry must be allowed to bleed. Sure, I write silly poems and gratitude poems sometimes. But if I can't bleed out the darkness, it remains inside me and festers. It will come out somehow. Hemorrhaging it out through writing allows its release as opposed to self-medicating or self-harm, which was my means of dealing with the trauma within for two decades.

prompts

Prompt: Family life

Prompt: Just Dropped In To See What Condition My Condition Was In

Prompt: Write a (Blank) That poem

Prompt: Write a prose poem


Prompt: Blanket



The Icky, Sticky, Nit-Picky Legalese If You Please (Or Don't Please)


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