Charity Sunday: Adams County Animal Shelter

 

http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com

For this Charity Sunday, I am going to send items to the Adams County Animal Shelter for their Smitten for Kittens drive. 

https://animalshelter.adcogov.org/smitten-kittens-donation-shower

The shelter is not currently set up to take monetary donations, so I will purchase items through Amazon. Thus, if I receive 5 comments I will send at least $5 worth of items. I hope that makes sense.

Here is the shelter's Amazon wish list.

https://www.amazon.com/hz/wishlist/ls/3V00TS9TWBFL1/ref=hz_ls_biz_ex

This donation is being made in honor of Lafayette, one of the best friends I've ever had in this crappy and stupid world.

The above image is the property of Cara Hartley/Ornery Owl/Naughty Netherworld Press/Poetry of the Netherworld. You are welcome to use the image respectfully as long as you credit one of the above. 

I shouldn't have to say this, but because the world is filled with shitty assholes, I am going to tell you all that I have no patience for the kind of person who, upon seeing this photo, says something nasty about my body or sanctimoniously declares that they don't like tattoos. I really don't give a fuck what you think about my body or whether you like tattoos. If you can't say something nice, fuck off elsewhere. Like into the sun, for example. The need to be hateful or behave in a holier-than-thou fashion says worse things about you than it does about me.

I adopted Lafayette and Tara from the Adams County Animal Shelter in March 2010. They had both been in their kennels at the shelter for most of their lives. Tara was six months old. Lafayette was 8 months old and absolutely wild. He kept tapping at me. He was completely agoraphobic when I first brought him home and hid under the printer table until nighttime. When I went to sleep, he came out and shredded my arm. It wasn't out of malice. He wanted to play. I had the vet trim his claws, and he learned how to play with soft paws quickly.

Those of you who have been with me a while may recall Tara from her post-surgery pictures when she had a benign tumor removed from her forehead. She looked like a juvenile Skeksis. 

https://www.naughtynetherworldpress.com/2021/05/charity-sunday-help-with-taras-medical.html

Tara is doing well overall. Following the chemotherapy treatments, the fur that was shaved off to do ultrasounds of her abdomen grew back a lighter color. 

Tara and Lafayette were either half-siblings or cousins. They were from the same feral colony. They shared the condition of feline stomatitis, which required the removal of most of their teeth. Both of them were quite inbred and had multiple health problems. Lafayette had multiple system failure and had to be put to sleep on his sixth birthday, 17 July 2015. My heart broke into a million pieces on that day and has never mended.

I originally posted the following poem on this blog on 12 November 2020. It honors Lafayette and Trinity, who didn't get along very well. They were jealous of each other. However, they both got along with the brothers Leon and Raymond (both gone now as well) who served as a buffer between them. 

Trinity died on 4 November 2016 from brain and lung cancer. As that was the same day that Donald tRump was elected, it is quite simply one of the shittiest days in history.

The poem also appears in my third poetry volume, December Mood. If you are smart enough to subscribe to my epic newsletter today, you will eventually receive a link to a free ARC of this epic collection. (Honestly, I'm still working on getting the new and better Naughty Netherworld News set up.)

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Every day I think of you

I remember what good friends you were to me

If you were the color of your spirit set free

I’m wondering what you would be

Lafayette, would this be you?

Did you become something like this when you rose away?

I thought that there would be more time to say

How much I love you every day

 Trinity, my colorful girl

With your beautiful, expressive eyes

Would I recognize your new disguise?

If only I could be that wise

I walk through the darkness of my dreams

With eyes closed fast, not wanting to see

The hopelessness surrounding me

Knowing what I wish can never be

~cie~

Acknowledgments

Picture 1: A Haiga created by me. Please credit Cara Hartley/The Real Cie

Picture 2: Beautiful You Are by Magic Love Crow

 https://magiclovecrow.blogspot.com/

Picture 3: Delightful Donkey by Gina Morley

https://daydreambeliever-gina.blogspot.com/

Picture 4: Carnival Dreams by Shelle Kennedy

http://sunshineshelles.blogspot.com/

This post was created using these prompts:

 November PAD Chapbook Challenge prompt for 11 November 2020 (write a color poem.)

https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/2020-november-pad-chapbook-challenge-day-11

Poets and Storytellers United Weekly Scribblings #45

https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2020/11/weekly-scribblings-45-artistic.html

This poem was posted to these places:

http://poetryofthenetherworld.blogspot.com

https://lbry.tv/@poetryofthenetherworld:9

 

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The Mudlark

 

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A beautiful black and white bird

Of which I had not previously heard

Something like a magpie

To the untrained eye

Some might find it a bit absurd

The mudlark looks like a magpie but is a member of the Monarchidae family while the magpie is a member of the Corvidae family.

52 words

~ornery owl~

 

https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2021/11/27/weekend-writing-prompt-237-mudlark/

Kind thanks to Sammi Cox for giving me a prompt with the perfect word count to be able to stick a fork in this year's NaNoHellMo project. That sucker is officially done! I will still complete the last two days of diary and poems, but there is no longer any pressure to make a specific word count. Halleluiah! 

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November PAD Challenge 2021: The Turkey's Side of It

 

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barbaric creatures

humans, greedy and stupid

think with their stomachs

~the turkey~

prompts

https://godoggocafe.com/2021/10/23/brave-recklesss-november-creativity-prompt-challenge-autumnblings/

https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/2021-november-pad-chapbook-challenge-day-22

Prompt: Write an Animal poem

Kismet!

I most certainly did not write this poem on the 23rd and backdate it to the 22nd. I would never do that!

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November PAD Challenge 2021: Duck for Turkey

 

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Duck for Turkey

Turkey for Duck

Never feel like you are stuck

Lost and blue without a friend

If you're lucky enough to have a friend till the end

Be thankful to be just like Duck and Turkey

~ornery owl~

prompts

https://godoggocafe.com/2021/10/23/brave-recklesss-november-creativity-prompt-challenge-autumnblings/

https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/2021-november-pad-chapbook-challenge-day-21

Prompt: Write an ekphrastic poem.

I kind of selected the picture after I wrote the poem.

Don't tell anyone.

https://girlieontheedge1.wordpress.com/2021/11/21/sundays-six-sentence-story-word-prompt-187/

Prompt: Lost

https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2021/11/20/weekend-writing-prompt-236-blue/

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Seagull Limerick

 

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the seagull is a baffling bird

that should not be taken at its word

it does not need to be

anywhere near the sea

even inland its squawks can be heard

~cie~

https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/2020-november-pad-chapbook-challenge-day-18

Today's prompt was to write a sea creature poem, so I got cheeky with it.

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Following Desire

 

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there is no template

for souls following desire

dolphin is not dog

~cie~

https://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.com/2020/10/carpe-diem-celebrates-its-8th_5.html

http://www.octpowrimo.com/2020/10/octpowrimo-day-6.html

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Carpe Diem Renga with Issa: Sparrows

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spring peace--

after rain, a gang war

garden sparrows

the seeds that I have planted

are a victory buffet

don't let the plum blossom guard

cut your tongues...

Sparrows! 

let voices be a whisper

until you are safely past

are the sparrows too

having a private party?

plum blossoms

no, I was not invited

I now watch from the window

while I watch

he's off to make a living alone...

baby sparrow

sometimes the ones who leave home
invite the parents to stay

living in harmony--

the sparrow has

both parents!
will the parents be able
to live in harmony too?

on the tip of the

newly sprouted bamboo...

a baby sparrow
a small and innocent thing
in a world without a heart

~Issa and Cie~

Notes:

The Hokku stanzas in these Tan Renga verses were composed by Kobayashi Issa (June 15, 1763 – January 5, 1828). The Akegu stanzas were written by me.

The Akegu in the last three verses are references to my son, without whose kindness I would be homeless. The property he bought will eventually also become home to his father who is currently living in Arizona helping his own father. When his father passes, he will sell the place in Arizona and move here.

We were divorced in 1994 when our son was four years old, and we have lived in roommate situations since then, although I was always relieved when he moved on to something else if I am honest. That probably won't happen this time, due to compromises in his health as well as mine. However, this is a big enough place that we should be able to keep from killing each other.

Carpe Diem #1756: Fly

Horsefly, aka Biting Buttmunch

get lost buzzing pest 

whether biting or buzzing

you are annoying

~Cie~

Notes:

It seems that Grover and Cactus Clem forgot to tell me about the metric crap-ton of flies that reside on the Lone Prairie. Would you fellows care to explain yourselves?

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Ghost Town Grover sez: "I'm awful sorry about lyin' by omission about all the flies 'round these parts, Ornery, but Cactus Clem said that if you knew about 'em you might not wanna move here. So I done kept my mouth shut and didn't say nothing about the flies. By the way, how the heck much is a metric crap-ton? Is that like a wheelbarrow-full? 'Cause I probably hauled lots of metric crap-tons of dirt outta the mine back when I was prospectin' fer gold."

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Cactus Clem sez: "Grover, do you think I oughta lie by omission about the thing that Beavis and Butthead done in the living room to try and git rid of them flies?"

Troiku Challenge 2019: Day 10: Moonlit Night

First Steam Train

the wild geese take flight

low along the railroad tracks

in the moonlit night

the wild geese take flight

under the serene moonlight

fly above it all

low along the railroad tracks

dipping down close to the ground

sense of adventure

in the moonlit night

they worry about nothing

flying in their peace

~Shiki & Cie~

Note:

The "sleigh" of this Troiku was created by Masaoka Shiki (1867 - 1902). The three "horses" were imagined by me.

NaPoWriMo 2019 Day 13 + Poems in April 2019 Day 13 & 6: Night of the Lepus

Stargazing Rabbit

Copyright Jason Limberg

So, you think a rabbit can't be scary?

Well, Smartypants

Why don't you just try

To go outside

On the Night of the Lepus?

This ain't no Tale of Peter Rabbit, dagnabbit!

I assure you that The Bunnies Are Not In Their Beds

This is The Story of a Fierce Bad Rabbit

Rabbits and Raindrops?

Try Bunnies and Bloodshed!

Shiver and tremble

Beware and dread

The Night of the Lepus

Is upon us!

~Cie~

Dedicated to DeForest Kelley

A lovely man who appeared in many great productions

And one wonderfully awful one

The book titles I used in the poem are listed below. 

Full disclosure: The links allow the purchase of the books on Amazon, for which I get a small commission. 

The Bunnies are Not In Their Beds

Rabbits and Raindrops

The Tale of Peter Rabbit

The Story of a Fierce Bad Rabbit

Day #6

Day #13

Notes:

I have only attended one fan convention. I went to Star Con back in 1984. I treasure the fact that I was able to hear DeForest Kelley speak. He was a very nice man with a somewhat wicked sense of humor and an unexpected tendency to use salty language. He didn't just talk about Star Trek, he also talked about the Westerns he starred in and laughed about having to reduce the salt in his language when working with Loretta Young, who was a very straight-laced lady.

Unfortunately, I wasn't able to get his autograph. The poor fellow was suffering from altitude sickness and had to go back to his hotel room. The nasty woman in front of me snidely said that he probably had too much to drink. I had nothing to say to her and thought that if I had to deal with people like her very often, I'd probably be inclined to drink too.

In any case, I'm glad I got to spend time listening to the musings of a person whom I like very well, and I'm glad I got to see the terrible B movie that he was in. I'm pretty sure that it wasn't one of his prouder moments. The Night of the Lepus is not a great classic, but it is one of those movies that's so bad it's good.

Just in case you can't resist having a copy for yourself.

NaHaiWriMo 2018 #5 and Shadow Shot Sunday: Toothy Skull

Notes:

Words and images copyright Cara Hartley/The Real Cie. You are welcome to use my photos, including altering them for use as backgrounds in your own creations or for story prompts, as long as proper credit is given to me.

Not forcing myself to adhere to a strict schedule with my Haigas this year has made creating them much more relaxing and enjoyable. I plan to make 30 of them, as I have done in years past. At that point, an e-book may be forthcoming. We shall see!

Big Bang Bird

Notes first today. The prompt asks us to take a photograph and a poem in a language we don't know, then "translate" the poem as if it goes with the photograph. The language here is Belgian, and I don't know it. 

I will provide the translation after I have ruined...er...improved this poem!

A BIG BANG

er is niet meer nodig dan afstand om ons te zien zoals we zijn

het aangroeien en afsterven van tijdelijke structuren, licht

in het donker in het licht wij groeien in alle richtingen, een woeker

When night meets day, standing off to the side of the window

An awful grackle serves up a strident tittering as light comes

In his mind, he thinks the light is cue for his wrathful, ringing singing

er is niet meer nodig dan afstand om ons te zien: levende fossielen

in steeds dezelfde banen die rekenen op enen en nullen omdat wij

niet tellen, niet snel genoeg om start van finish te onderscheiden

When night meets day, standing on the side of the lawn like a fossil

A banal nightmare reckoning opens its obnoxious mouth

No telling, no saying from start to finish its song

laat staan om thuis te komen. Roodkapje met de zevenmijlslaarzen

haast zich door onderzeese glasvezeldraad een oor in aan de andere kant

van de wereld. Een wolf, een grootmoe, een meisje en een jager

The last stand is coming when this rude bird will meet its fate

The door groans open, and out the entry comes

Into the world, a wolf, groaning and hung over on Jager

dansen samen een binaire chachacha. Ga van het pad schat

het vraagt niet meer dan afstand om ons te zien: een defecte cel

in een sterrenstelselhersenpan, een interstellaire boodschap van

The vain bird dances a binary chachacha and takes a dump

He brags while night meets day, stands to the side and defecates

He stares like an interstellar badass

parasitair lichtgevend mos, synapsen van glasvezel maar dan sneller

neuron aan / neuron uit, mens aan / mens uit

mensen als banaal signaal.

This feathered parasite has the advantage over the glazed synapses of his foe

Whose neurons are unlit 

Sending only a banal signal

And now, the original poem and a translation

A BIG BANG

er is niet meer nodig dan afstand om ons te zien zoals we zijn

het aangroeien en afsterven van tijdelijke structuren, licht

in het donker in het licht wij groeien in alle richtingen, een woeker

er is niet meer nodig dan afstand om ons te zien: levende fossielen

in steeds dezelfde banen die rekenen op enen en nullen omdat wij

niet tellen, niet snel genoeg om start van finish te onderscheiden

laat staan om thuis te komen. Roodkapje met de zevenmijlslaarzen

haast zich door onderzeese glasvezeldraad een oor in aan de andere kant

van de wereld. Een wolf, een grootmoe, een meisje en een jager

dansen samen een binaire chachacha. Ga van het pad schat

het vraagt niet meer dan afstand om ons te zien: een defecte cel

in een sterrenstelselhersenpan, een interstellaire boodschap van

parasitair lichtgevend mos, synapsen van glasvezel maar dan sneller

neuron aan / neuron uit, mens aan / mens uit

mensen als banaal signaal.

A BIG BANG

nothing further is needed than distance to see us the way we are

the increase and decease of temporary structures, light

in darkness in the light we grow in all directions, rampant

nothing further is needed than distance to see us: living fossils

perpetually in identical orbit describing ones and zeros, as we

don’t count, not quick enough to distinguish between the start and finish

let alone to come home. Little Red Riding Hood in seven-league boots

dashes through the undersea optic fibre into an ear the other

side of the world. A wolf, a grandma, little girl and huntsman

dancing a binary cha-cha-cha together. Get off the path my love

all that is needed is distance to see us: a defective cell

in a cranial firmament, an interstellar message of

parasitic, luminous moss, glass fibre synapses but quicker still

neuron on / neuron off, human on / human off

people as a banal signal.

© 2014, Runa Svetlikova

From: Deze zachte witte kamer

Publisher: Marmer, Baarn, 2014, 9789460682223

© Translation: 2016, Willem Groenewegen

First published on Poetry International, 2018