Showing posts with label H.P. Liebekraft. Show all posts
Showing posts with label H.P. Liebekraft. Show all posts

Thursday, February 28, 2019

Fetch: Invisible Submersion

In Tune with the Infinite
Copyright Mira Nedyalkova

The day after her troubled brother Daniel's disappearance, a tearful Amber Clifford-Collins showed her Uncle Paul the disturbing final entry in Dan's diary.

The annegare
In secluded submersion
Lie invisible

~Cie, Gem, and Helena~

Prompts Used:

Notes:
Although we believe this works as an eerie stand-alone piece, it is also part of Team Netherworld's WIP, Fetch. The Fetch blog is for Team Netherworld members only, but I reposted the chapter where Daniel describes meeting the Annegare, as he calls the mermaids of Cerenarian Sea, to his sister, Amber.
Annegare is an Italian word meaning "to drown." It is pronounced an-ne-gar-re.
Etymology: from Latin *adnecare, from necāre, present active infinitive of necō, “kill”.
Earth's Dreamlands and the Cerenarian Sea are the creations of H.P. Lovecraft.
Amber Clifford-Collins, Daniel Clifford, and Paul Clifford are original characters created by Team Netherworld.

Dedicated to H.P. Lovecraft for a lifetime of inspiration
Without him, many of our stories would never have happened

Monday, April 10, 2017

NaPoWriMo 2017: Day 10: H is for Haze


A mist shrouds my eyes
And I drift back in time
To days lost in a haze
You want me to paint a picture
Of a reality
That perhaps did not exist
Except inside the lonely heart
Of a girl lost in a dream

~Helena~ 
 
http://www.napowrimo.net/day-ten-5/

Friday, September 30, 2016

30 Days of Haiga 2016: Day 30: Purple Cloak

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Original Image:

Words by Helena (H.P. Liebekraft)
Photoshop Manipulation by The Real Cie

https://19planets.wordpress.com/
  
Note:
That's the end of this year's 30 Days of Haiga
But it's not the end of the poetry!
Please join us tomorrow for our third year of participation in OctPoWriMo!

Thursday, September 29, 2016

We're Doing A Special Thing During OctPoWriMo 2016

http://poetsonthepage.blogspot.com/
We're doing a thing.
Because we didn't work much on our story, Fetch, during the 30 Days of Haiga in September, we are taking these prompts and writing poetry involving our Fetch characters.
We will be cross-posting our creations on both the Fetch blog and the Dark Hearts Love Too blog.
Cie says that she knows that all -666 readers of both blogs will be very excited.
I know I'm excited! I hope I'll have a chance to participate.
I'm patting myself on the back because it was my idea!
If you want to participate in OctPoWriMo, click the picture above.

~Helena~

Wednesday, September 28, 2016

30 Days of Haiga 2016: Day 28: A Maligned Deity

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Original Image:

Words by H.P. Liebekraft and The Real Cie
Photoshop Manipulation by The Real Cie

https://19planets.wordpress.com/

Note:
In a case of mistaken identity, a benevolent Roman deity is often confused with a major adversary in Christian mythology.
The original Lucifer is a pretty mellow guy. You can read about him here

Tuesday, October 13, 2015

Silly Interlude: VILE Awards 2015: Steaming Piles of Poetry



Hello everyone! I thought some of you might get a laugh off this turly offering of Vogon poetry. The VILE (Vogon Intergalactic Lyrical Establishment) Awards are in full swing over at the Rattling Bones Undead Musician Magazine. This chap is one of their people's finest poets.
I also wanted to inform everyone that we are working to reply to all your lovely comments! We're a bit behind. We're currently working on the sixth day of OctPoWriMo. I assure you that we have no intent of ignoring you, and one of us will be by to say hello.
Now, if only I could get the Doctor to show up in his TARDIS, I could get caught up yesterday!

~Helena~

Celebrated Vogon poet Zephfrous Lobotomay

VILE Awards 2015:
Steaming Piles of Poetry
by
Filthy Fred

THIS IS A SANITY-SCARRING MULTIVERSE MASHUP, NETHERWORLD STYLE
SIDEBAR RULES APPLY
IF YOU DON'T LIKE THE RULES, DON'T READ THE POST

Prompt Used:

"Fellow Vogons and fnoq guests, it is time for our illustrious poetry showcase!" harrumphed Judge Ugry Surly. "Fortunately, our cufly reading does not appear to be sullied by the presence of any member of the lurak Young family. I despise them with every fiber of my ejnut. They make me want to upchuck my eory. In any case, we have with us our esteemed poet laureate Zephfrous Lobotomay to read for you his steamy sonnet, Hot Ruven. Join us now for some Astronomical Sizzle that will excite even the most muted of hiljwe."
Zephfrous Lobotomay approached the platform, cleared his throat, and spoke.

1. He turned me over and englobe afar.
2. He grabs one lira and I aglow aware.
3. She Apso cowed cautiously.
4. Now I am going to cow the sulfa oxide you.
5. I will take you by your boys now.
6. I slipped my hand under soil and his/her woods spasms.
7. In the shower she let me nosh her bow.
8. She grabbed his cow, and yanked and pulled until he vow now.

I'm not sure about anyone else, but my Hiljwe was still pretty muted after hearing that. Also, I get the distinct feeling that Judge Surly is not in the pro Young brothers camp. I overheard him saying something about wanting to remove their qutubs and feed them to ghiks. Maybe I'm misinterpreting things somehow, but to me that doesn't sound like he's exactly feeling the Young Zeal.

Filthy Fred 
for
Rattling Bones Undead Musician Magazine
a division of
FOGNL/UNDEAD Entertainment

The feelings of the Vogon Empire are mixed regarding these fellows

Certain citizens of the Vogon Empire consider Malcolm Young to be a hero of their people for saving their flagship from the Rainbow Connection Pirates during the 2014 VILE Awards. They tolerate Angus as a necessary auxiliary evil. As VILE Awards Judge Huffy Noxious says:
"Angus Young can be compared to the need for a subcutaneous injection of pix when one is experiencing the pax pox. He is a threat to the Splunge, doubly so when paired with his brother, whom I consider comparable to the bad taste left in one's mouth when licking the adhesive on uflon envelopes. It is an acceptable tradeoff for knowing that one's important paper documents are sealed in the most jiq envelopes in the Universe. However, in spite of his particular btab qualities and the threat he poses to the Splunge, Malcolm Young is indeed a hero of the Vogon Empire, and if we are to honor his contributions, we must accept the fact that his autonomously functioning conjoined soul twin cannot be far behind."
Other citizens of the Vogon Empire feel that regardless of the fact that Malcolm saved the Vogon Empire's flagship with his quick thinking and sharp wit, he is too great a threat to the mysterious and inexplicable quality of Splunge to be allowed aboard said flagship again, and becomes infinitely more of a threat when his brother is present. Besides, as Tuns Tumuch said after capturing Malcolm in a Soul Stripper spider web last year and forcing him to listen to multiple verses from the Grimoire of Yopsog, the sentiment of certain vogons regarding said accidental hero is "I just don't like you."
We are left with the question of whether the nefarious plot of Judge Ugry Surly and the anti-Young faction will succeed in eradicating the ingenuous musical pair to the farthest reaches of the time-space continuum, or if the "hideously adorable in their own iqueous way" duo will find a way to negate the unsavory plot of General Mondegreen should they cross paths with him. It remains to be seen!
Personally, I'm rooting for the hideously adorable twosome. As my pal Kizz Myass says "I loike dose wee dudes. They're totally deadly."

Harry Sakks
for
Rattling Bones Undead Musician Magazine
a division of
FOGNL/UNDEAD Entertainment

Monday, April 6, 2015

Aubade for the Night Shift Worker


Aubade for the Night Shift Worker

Morning has broken, and it’s time to leave thee, oh Work
The sun is shining and all I want to do is crawl into my tomb
I can’t call what we have love
But it’s sure as hell a long-term relationship
Another 20 years and I can finally call it quits
I’m gonna leave you

~Helena~




Friday, November 28, 2014

Friday, October 31, 2014

OctPoWriMo 2014: Day 31


Prompted--Or Possessed?

Those who just don't understand
Are always questioning me
Why am I obsessed with writing
Why do I like poetry?

It sure as hell don't pay the bills
But when the words start flowing
Nothing can beat the experience
The excitement just keeps growing

Some people like to party
Some people like to drink
But I can't beat the feeling
When my imagination makes me think

I've been hurt a lot in love
Sometimes I've lost all hope
Writing is what keeps me alive
When I'm at the end of my rope

I can take a journey
To anywhere I please
I can conjure up such excitement
That it brings me to my knees

Nowhere is there such wonderment
As exists inside my mind
Each day I feel the gratitude
For the new wonders that I find

I'm kind of shy about sharing
These creations that I craft
I fear the scorn of the naysayers
I hear their derisive laugh

Still, I keep on writing
Sometimes I just don't know why
It's something that I've always done
And I will do it till I die

~Helena~



Helena's note:
I was glad to be a part of it.
Hope to see you all next year!


Word Prompts:


Poetry
Writing
Experience
Journey
Flowing
Sharing


Feeling Words:


Feeling
Love
Hope
Excitement
Gratitude
Wonderment

Friday, October 24, 2014

OctPoWriMo 2014: Day 24


Can't, Won't, Don't

Helena can't dance
It's like she has no rhythm in the shoes
On her two left feet

Helena has no sense of fashion
It's never been her passion
Her clothes are loose and quirky

Helena rarely puts on makeup
She would rather take up her time on other pursuits
She knows she's no beauty queen

Helena has no tattoos
But she might get one someday
If the wind is blowing just right

~Helena~
 

Word Prompts:

    Dance
    Fashion
    Make-up
    Tattoos

Monday, October 6, 2014

OctPoWriMo 2014: Day 6


Perfect

Perfect porcelain
You are perfection
My perfectionism
Reveals my imperfect imperfection

~Helena~



Helena's note:
Little girls are taught that we should be perfect like the dolls we're given to play with.
Most of us grow into ordinary-looking women, and we hate ourselves for it.
Something is very wrong with this.


Sunday, October 5, 2014

OctPoWriMo 2014: Day 5


Death March

In the cool of the evening when everything is getting kinda groovy
(Who the hell am I kidding? Nothing has been groovy for a hell of a long time.)
A cool voice greets me on the telephone
(Like that's going to happen)
Asking me if I want to come out and chill with him
I say "What the hell, let me get my coat?"
(Honestly, I'd probably say "Nah, I'm going to take a nap.)

Some think of autumn as a time of death
The leaves die and turn brown
Certain plants die 
Others go dormant
Some think of this change as sad
It doesn't trouble me

I haven't entirely changed my heathen ways
I used to turn to the worship of the old deities for comfort
This isn't devil worship, as the closed-minded believe
There's no devil involved
Satan is a construct of the religion I adhered to prior to this
They can have him

I left both these religions behind because of closed minds
Because of judgment
Because of a "my way or the highway" attitude
However, I still remember learning that autumn was not in fact a time of decay
It pleases me to keep this thought

Autumn is first the time of harvest
This is followed by renewal and rebirth
This is nothing bad or sad
We in modern times have structures which keep us from freezing
(Some of us do anyway)
We have refrigerators and pantries in which to store food
We don't have to fear as people did in older times
The change of seasons is not what makes me melancholy

The voice on the other end of the phone is the Grim Reaper
Honestly, death does not bother me so very much either
I'm tired of struggling
But I'm not so very fond of aging
I wouldn't care, except our society tells us that to age is to become ugly
I've never felt pretty, so now I really don't stand a chance

I don't like the change that age has brought to me
I don't mean the gray hair or a few lines--I could care less about that
(Oh yes, fuck you L'Oreal and Juvederm, and especially you, Botox)
I mean the lessening of my abilities
Which happen in spite of yoga or cardio workouts or strength training or any of that
The eyesight dims a little
The hearing becomes less acute
The body becomes stiffer
More vulnerable to disease
I don't like that much at all

I'm not quite ready to go on the final date
When I feel I've never really lived
I'm in the autumn of my life
Winter will be here all too quickly
Or not soon enough

Time goes by, with or without my permission

Welcome to the fall

~Helena~


Helena prefers free verse. Can you tell?
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads

          

Friday, October 3, 2014

OctPoWriMo 2014: Day 3


Bittersweet

Sweets for the not so sweet
Need a treat
Been far too long since I indulged
I don't mean sweets to eat
Or fine meat
Some secrets are best not divulged

Not talking 'bout candy
I buy that
I know you're thinking I mean sex
Some may think that's dandy
It's old hat
When done it only serves to vex

It's not a sugar'd treat
It's not wine
Nor to indulge the fleshly need
It's nothing one can eat
It feels fine
I need my spirit to be freed

~Helena~


Helena's Note:
It's a difficult thing to feel free to truly express oneself, even among those calling themselves "creative spirits." When I first started blogging, I was ever so sure that I would find a vast community of free thinkers, especially among the bleeding hearts and artists. Overall, I've found quite the opposite to be true. Artistic types and so-called liberal thinkers are just as likely to pick apart and criticize those who don't fit the mold as the "normal" person. 
Often my only port in the storm of navigating life while mentally ill has been the venues for expression provided by Team Netherworld. I would just like to take this moment to thank our founder, Cie Cheesemeister, for opening this space to freaks like me.

Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Heeding Haiku with HA: Three Words


We descend below
Sea formed of pluvial drops
Octopus demesne

~H.P. Liebekraft~


demesne: possession of land as one's own

octopus

Pluvial:
of or pertaining to rain; rainy.
2.
Geology . occurring through the action of rain.
noun:
1.
Geology . a rainy period formerly regarded as coeval with a glacial age, but now recognized as episodic and, in the tropics, as characteristic of interglacial ages.

Cross-Posted to:

OctPoWriMo 2014: Day 1


The Transformation

You made the transformation
Leaving behind the chrysalis that was your broken body
Your soul flew free like a butterfly
It was a good thing

But there are days when it saddens me
And makes me angry
That I can't talk to you any more
That I won't ever see you again

I suppose I'll feel differently when my time comes
And my soul breaks free of the chrysalis of my body
But sometimes it's hard to understand
Or to feel positive

You have this set of people saying you have to believe the way that they believe to be allowed into the butterfly garden
You have that set of people saying that there is no soul, and anyone who believes in such simply is delusional
Sometimes there's no comfort to be found for those of us
Who don't think that either of those things is true

In any case, it's all quite muddling to me
I'm always glad you're free of your suffering
But sometimes I feel left behind and lonely and I just wish I had an answer that made sense
You're beyond all of that now

Enjoy your transformation
Fly free

~Helena~

In memory of my father

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

OctPoWriMo 2014


Team Netherworld is participating in OctPoWriMo again in 2014! 
We are considering making an e-book featuring all of our Poems of Autumn.
More about that later!
Follow along, and read poems that will be much better than this:

Persistent dry hack
Not lung disease
But allergies
Hand me a Zyrtec forthwith!

It's not quite Vogon poetry, but it is pretty awful. 
It's also the truth.

~Helena~

Thursday, June 19, 2014

At the Crack of Dawn

The Crack of Dawn in Holbrook, AZ

At the Crack of Dawn
A Monoverse Variation in 13 Lines

At the crack of dawn
I woke to find you gone
At the crack of dawn
I knew that you'd moved on
At the crack of dawn
I sang a mournful song

At the crack of dawn
You have done me wrong
At the crack of dawn
The day seems unbearably long
At the crack of dawn
I don't know if I can stay strong

At the crack of dawn

~Helena~





You Can't Kiss A Movie

The image is from the 2007 picture Sunshine. It was chosen because I thought it stood out.

You Can't Kiss A Movie

You did your best once to connive
Me into loving you better
Than any man alive
But you can't kiss a movie

You certainly succeeded to intrigue
While the hours flew brightly by
You devoured me with your insatiable greed
But you can't kiss a movie

You were vehement that I should stay
But I kept my courage bright against each dark reproof
The only place I'll stay is far away
Because you can't kiss a movie

You cannot love someone who keeps himself
As remote as an image
Projected on a screen

~Helena~

Prompts used:


Friday, April 18, 2014

P is for Paradelle


Since this strikes me as being something that will likely make me lose what little remains of my sanity, I thought that I would make it about my favorite subject: Lovecraftian mythos!

The King in Yellow

In Lake Hali does Hastur dwell
In Lake Hali does Hastur dwell
Near to Lost Carcosa, city of the damned
Near to Lost Carcosa, city of the damned
Near to the damned city of Lost Carcosa
In the lake of Hali does Hastur dwell

The terrible king in yellow tatters is his avatar
The terrible king in yellow tatters is his avatar
The Yellow Sign foretells his coming
The Yellow Sign foretells his coming
The Yellow Sign foretells his coming avatar
Is the terrible King in Yellow Tatters

What madness possessed me to open up the book?
What madness possessed me to open up the book?
Why did I cling to the onyx clasp?
Why did I cling to the onyx clasp?
Why, the onyx clasp possessed me
What madness did cling to open up the book

Why, what madness the Yellow Sign foretells
His avatar possessed me to
I did cling to the onyx clasp, open up the book
The terrible King in Yellow Tatters is coming
Near to his city of the damned, Lost Carcosa
In Lake Hali does Hastur dwell

~H.P. Liebekraft~


My Ride

Read The King in Yellow by Robert Chambers


The Paradelle is a modern poetic form invented by Billy Collins as a parody of the villanelle. Billy Collins claimed that the paradelle was a difficult, fixed form consisting of four six-line stanzas with a repetitive pattern invented in eleventh century France, and the press believed the story and ran with it. Due to the extensive publicity, the Paradelle has made its rounds in the poetic community. Eventhough the form was invented as a hoax, the Paradelle has taken on a life of its own. It is still a difficult form, nonetheless, to practice which can be fun and rewarding even though the inventor may not have intended it to be.

The Paradell Structure

First Three Stanzas:

The first two lines as well as the third and fourth lines of the first three stanzas must be the same (repeat). Where it begins to get difficult and become more of a poetic puzzle is when reaching fifth and sixth lines. These lines must contain all the words from the preceding four lines within the stanza using them only once to form completely new lines.

Last Stanza:

For the most difficult piece of this poetic puzzle, the final stanza of the paradelle does not repeat like the preceding stanzas, rather the final six lines must contain every word from the first three stanzas, and only those words, again using them only once to form completely new lines.

The Design is simple:

Stanza 1: 1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 4
Stanza 2: 5, 5, 6, 6, 7, 8
Stanza 3: 9, 9, 10, 10, 11, 12
Stanza 4: 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18


Example #1:
Beneath the Dripping Cypress Trees

'Tis the breeze beneath the cypress trees,
'Tis the breeze beneath the cypress trees,
Where shady branches bend and bow,
Where shady branches bend and bow.
Beneath the bend and branches breeze,
Where the cypress' bow 'tis shady trees.

Ink like stains of sap fold down,
Ink like stains of sap fold down,
Brown and dripping tears that keep,
Brown and dripping tears that keep.
Sap like ink and stains of brown,
Tears that fold keep dripping down.

Will such variegated colors blend,
Will such variegated colors blend,
Away within envelope of leaves,
Away within envelope of leaves.
Of such colors envelope within,
Variegated leaves away will blend.

Within the sap 'tis shady brown,
And keep the breeze of that fold down,
Variegated stains away will blend,
Where colors bow and branches bend.
Tears of ink envelope like leaves,
Beneath such dripping cypress trees.

Copyright © 2003 Sally Ann Roberts



Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Overwhelmed


Overwhelmed

(the prompt is numbers)

I
just want 
everything
to stop, just stop
life is killing me
its simply too much for 
me to endure it any
one thing leads to another
and yet another and then there's more
please can't somebody make it stop for
just a little while please can't somebody hit
the switch there's got to be a switch oh Gods why is
there no switch I think this must be hell I know it is
a hell of my own making I wish I'd been more
careful with my choices and listened to my
heart instead of the voices of those who
claimed they knew what I should do because
now I'm stuck and there doesn't seem
to be any escape for
this rat trapped in the race
which can only end
when her life is
spent and she
at last
dies

~Helena~

Can you guess where the numbers are?


It's ascending and descending syllable counts!