Showing posts with label Saturday Mix. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Saturday Mix. Show all posts

Sunday, February 18, 2024

Grodes

 

Image by Else Siegel from Pixabay

Fair warning that the following post is chock-a-block with profanity.
If you're sensitive about that sort of thing, don't read it.



What if we replace
the word prejudice with Grodes--
could we see the truth?

I would like to suggest
we get rid of the Grodes,
rather than eradicate
those who are different,
either by physical means
or by enforced compliance.

I'm no fool, though.
I'm aware that some asshole would come along,
suggesting that the Grodes were the people
who didn't comply
rather than the prejudices
such people face.

They would take my suggestion
that we get rid of the Grodes.
They'd corrupt and pervert it
until it was unrecognizable.

In the end, I'd be blamed
While some motherfucker
who resembled donald tRump
or his idol Vladimir Putin
or some other corrupt dictator
with a cult of personality
would come along
and take all the credit
for getting rid of the Grodes.

Not once acknowledging
that I meant something entirely different. 

How many times, I wonder,
has history laid the blame on some nothing nobody
just trying to make things right,
while the pigs and rat bastards
party in the big house
or the White House,

making a mockery
of anyone who doesn't toe the party line.

I urge the pretty people
to pay close attention
to my cautionary tale.

Anyone can be a Grode
if they step out of line.
It isn't just us ugly fuckers
who wind up
on society's reject pile.

~Ornery Owl Has Spoken~

Image by Emmie_Norfolk from Pixabay



Ornery Owl's Post-Post Thoughts

The witch at the beginning of the post has a very similar appearance to yours truly, although I stopped dyeing my prematurely graying hair blonde twenty years ago. My hair is thick and resistant to most color formulas, so I have to bleach it first. That process made it brittle. It was coming out in clumps, so one day I said “fuck it.” That moment was freeing.

I will never understand why society treats people who aren’t conventionally attractive as if we’ve committed some sort of crime that we need to be punished for. Couldn’t you just leave us alone?



Fat.
Old.
Ugly.
So what?
No, you don't have permission to use my photo to ridicule me. Go fuck yourself.



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Tuesday, November 8, 2022

November PAD Challenge 2022: Day 8: A Triquint Introduction

 

Image by 0fjd125gk87 from Pixabay

please allow me to introduce me

where many would reduce me

some would seduce me

hang loosely

me


I've always tried to live life truly

sometimes I seem unruly

alas, poor fool, me

can't school me

see


so many have tried to retool me

I won't play along coolly

you will not rule me

I'll pull me

free

~Ornery Owl Has Spoken~

Image by Syaibatul Hamdi from Pixabay

notes and prompts used

The only way to be free is to break away from the expectations placed on you by others. Do not automatically accept anyone else's rules as your own, even if they tell you they know better than you what you should do.


Today's prompt asks participants to write a form or anti-form poem. More about this poem's form in a moment.


Today we have a twofer of Quickly prompts as I play catch-up on the days I missed.

Write an introduction. I introduced myself and my attitude.

It may be subtle, but this poem praises me and my bad attitude.


This poem is a Triquint.

Triquint is a poem form created by Sylvia A. Feeley, which consists of 3 verses, 5 lines each. Lines 3 and 4 of verse 1 (Refrain) repeat in verses 2 and 3. The syllable count for each stanza is 9, 7, 5, 3, 1 and has an aaAAb rhyme scheme.


Don't miss out on this Deep House mix to accompany your writing.

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

Saturday, September 24, 2022

30 Days of Haiga 2022: So Done with Diet Culture

 


text

this body once lean and flat

has become hilly and fat

I am tired of stale advice

anything but fresh and nice


notes

Thursday's D'Verse Poets prompt requested couplets.

https://dversepoets.com/2022/09/22/mtb-two-by-two/

The Saturday Mix gave us the word pairings flat and hilly and stale and fresh.

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2022/09/24/opposing-forces-saturday-mix-24-september-2022/

Now, you might be thinking to yourself "how in the world is Ornery going to make that work? There aren't any Japanese poetry forms that use couplets!"

That's what I was thinking myself, but I did a little research, and there kind of is one. It's called the Kouta.

https://poetscollective.org/poetryforms/tag/japanese/

The Kouta 小唄 (little or short song) is a popular Japanese verse form of the Muromachi Period, 14th thru 16th century.  The lyrical song was resurrected as a Geisha song in the late 1800s and is still popular today. The form has several variations, though always short in only 4 lines a 5th line is sometimes is added.  The theme reflects ordinary life and often uses colloquialisms and onomatopoeia.  The most popular are love songs.  The elements of Kouta are:

a poem in 4 lines. (an occasional 5th line may appear)

a stand alone poem but often is accompanied by other Koutas with the same theme.

syllabic, variable odd numbered syllable lengths, the most common patterns are written in lines of alternating 7-5-7-5 syllables or 7-7-7-5 syllables. 

secular, personal, themes of ordinary life

often includes onomatopoeia.

My brain is too tangled to think of even spelling onomatopoeia let alone trying to write a poem containing such. I also tweaked the rules a bit. Every line has seven syllables.

What's the poem about? In brief, about being a fat person just trying to live life and accept myself as I am in a society rampant with hateful messages about people who look like me, as well as all manner of unsolicited diet advice. I've written many posts about this subject so I will not go into it too deeply here, but diets don't work, in fact, for most people, they do more harm than good. 

There's a place where people can put any unwanted diet advice they may have for me. It's called Where The Sun Don't Shine.

I created the Haiga with Pixlr.com and a free-use image by Bianca Van Dijk on Pixabay.

https://pixabay.com/illustrations/boho-art-female-body-woman-7450246/

It's amusing in a depressing sort of way to search for images of plus-size women. Many people seem to think that plus size means anything with more girth than a twig. 


Anyway, you are welcome to use the Haiga (illustrated poem, whatever) but if you do, please credit Cara Hartley/Ornery Owl and provide a link back to this blog.

~Ornery Owl Has Spoken~


Ornery Owl, learning to respond to hunger cues after decades of Yo-Yo dieting
Free use image from Open Clipart Vectors


Hangry Wyrm's sage wisdom:
"If you're Hangry, eat!"
Do not come between Hangry and her food. She will stab you with her fork.
Free use image from Open Clipart Vectors



Saturday, September 17, 2022

30 Days of Haiga 2022: Boldly Bowling Badly

 

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text

when I boldly bowl

my lack of skill is canon

low score the story

like ammo from a cannon

the ball rolls down the gutter


notes

I created today's silly Haiga using the Saturday Mix prompt

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2022/09/17/double-take-saturday-mix-17-september-2022/

And a free-use image from Stock Snap on Pixabay.

https://pixabay.com/photos/bowling-sport-game-play-floor-2585602/

I blended everything up using Pixlr.com

Hopefully, my text art and image manipulation skills are better than my bowling abilities, which are pretty much nonexistent. 

I totally did not create this post on Sunday and then backdate it to Saturday.

You are free to use the Haiga and laugh at my bad bowling. For the Haiga, please credit Cara Hartley/Ornery Owl and provide a link back to this blog. For the bowling, please don't mention it.

~Ornery Owl Has Spoken~


Ornery Owl
Free use image from Open Clipart Vectors


Saturday, August 27, 2022

A Bad Set of Wheels

 







It was the best of cars, it was the worst of cars...

Cancel that "best" bit. I can't lie. It was simply the worst of cars.

I signed it over to the mechanic who did massive amounts of work on it during the seven-ish miserable years I owned this abominable vehicle as payment for the water pump, which they probably removed to put in a car that might actually run more than a few blocks. 

The car was parked in the circle in front of the townhouses where my son and I used to live. I think I took pictures of the car because I was contemplating trying to make a few extra bucks doing independent deliveries since it was actually costing me money to work for Uber Eats. I'm not 100% sure, though. 

I wrote a Senryu or something in dishonor of this miserable automobile.

where would you strand me
on the east side or the west
it was even odds

So there's my story, it's sad but true
About a car that I once knew.
It stranded me once, it stranded me twice
It's on the scrap heap now
That makes me feel so nice.

~Ornery Owl Has Spoken~


Ornery Owl
Free use image from Open Clipart Vectors







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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Saturday, November 20, 2021

November PAD Challenge 2021: How to Bake the Perfect Pecan Pie for You

 


question and reply
how would you bake pecan pie
good enough for compliments?
I desire no insults
when I serve pecan pie to you

~ornery owl~

prompted


Prompt: Write a Wayra

The elements of the Wayra are:

1.a pentastich, a poem in 5 lines.
2.syllabic, 5-7-7-6-8
3.unrhymed.

I know I broke the rules by rhyming my first and second lines, but it just worked so perfectly that I couldn't help myself.

https://earthweal.com/2021/11/19/earthweal-open-link-weekend-93/



Prompt: Write a Blank You poem.
Not wanting to write the obvious, I wrote about how I'm trying to bake the perfect pecan pie for your undeserving ass.



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


Creative Commons License


This work is the intellectual property of Naughty Netherworld Press/Poetry of the Netherworld.

Reblogging is acceptable on platforms that allow it. Odysee’s reblog function is called repost, which makes things confusing since reposting is considered a no-no on most platforms. It’s fine to share the post using the repost function on Odysee. It is not okay to copy-paste the material into a new post.

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