Grodes

 

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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~

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https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2024/02/17/no-nonsense-saturday-mix-17-february-2024/

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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Pretty Little Girly Things

 

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the pretty little girly things

dressed like fairies with shiny wings

fear one thing above all others;

turning into their grandmothers.

a thing of beauty is a joy

admired by all the handsome boys.

boys don't ever want their lovers

turning into their grandmothers.

a pretty girl and desired so

she's adored everywhere she goes.

girls avoid if they've their druthers

turning into their grandmothers.

the pretty little girly things

turning into their grandmothers.

notes

https://experiencewriting.com/2023/10/29/oct-29-prompts-halloween-party/

Imagine you are at a Halloween party in the future. What are you afraid of before you go? Imagine it’s the best Halloween party you could ever go to and nothing goes wrong, everything is the best Halloween party fun you can imagine. Write a poem describing the experience with all of your senses.

I wasn't really feeling those overly optimistic instructions, so you got the gloomy, gritty goods instead.

http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/kyriellesonnet.html

A Kyrielle Sonnet consists of 14 lines (three rhyming quatrain stanzas and a non-rhyming couplet). Just like the traditional Kyrielle poem, the Kyrielle Sonnet also has a repeating line or phrase as a refrain (usually appearing as the last line of each stanza). Each line within the Kyrielle Sonnet consists of only eight syllables. French poetry forms have a tendency to link back to the beginning of the poem, so common practice is to use the first and last line of the first quatrain as the ending couplet. This would also re-enforce the refrain within the poem. Therefore, a good rhyming scheme for a Kyrielle Sonnet would be:

AabB, ccbB, ddbB, AB -or- AbaB, cbcB, dbdB, AB.

~Ornery Owl Has Spoken~

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It's all right being an old owl

Sometimes you even find a pal.

November PAD Challenge 2022: Day 21: The Zombie Bride

 Image by Çiğdem Onur from Pixabay

as the evening melancholy descends

a toxic dialogue with the Zombie Bride ensues

so I gather, says this Ghost of Girlish Wishes Past

you have been directed to failure by your belief

in the hallucination that good luck will come to you 

if you hold fast to the inane dream of success

that you say has been in your bloodstream

from the time you were a baby

you believed it would be cricket

if your most delusional hopes for success descended from the skies

by the time you were thirty-five

you're nearly twenty-five years beyond thirty-five now

and still, the handsome prince has not seen fit 

to ascend your stairs and sweep you off your feet

he'd pop more than a button if he tried

for by now, he's slipped beyond mature into elderly

and you are much too fat

to be carried away

by anything smaller than a dump truck

oh, do fuck off, I replied

these days I prefer pies I've baked to pie in the sky

really, they're much more tasty

now, either sit down for a slice

or piss off into the night

I've no time for you or your diatribe

I've pie to eat and stories to write

and these days I know that it's my right

to live my life free of abuse

from sanctimonious dullards like you

the Zombie Bride turned and huffed away

"don't come back," I called. 

"you're not welcome to stay."

sadly, I know she won't be gone long

She's like a worn-out record playing the same tired song

these days her words don't have as much power

still, she sits waiting for the hour

when she can get back under my skin

and slowly destroy me from within

because part of me

will always believe

she's right,

I'm nothing,

and my chances have all passed me by

this will always be

my reality

until the day my spirit flies free

and maybe even long after

~Ornery Owl Has Spoken~

notes and prompts used

The zombie bride is a metaphor for the two big dreams every girl is supposed to have: be Pretty In A Certain Way and Marry a Handsome Prince. 

Ornery Owl says, "fuck it, who needs that nonsense?"

Ornery Owl really believes those girlhood dreams she learned to place above all else, including her own well-being, are nonsense. The Zombie Bride haunts her house and may always do so, but Ornery has learned that such ghosts can't harm her unless she lets them under her skin.

https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/2022-november-pad-chapbook-challenge-day-21

For today's prompt, use at least three of the following six words in your poem (bonus points if you can use all six):

button

gather

hold

not

sweep

toxic

https://imprompt.wordpress.com/2022/11/18/day-18/

baby

bloodstream

cricket

dialogue

directed

good

hallucination

luck 

stairs

thirty-five

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November PAD Challenge 2022: Day 7: Adapt or Die

 

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"Adapt or die, foolish little fool!" the intimidating alien rumbled.

I, however, refused to be shaken, no matter how he grumbled.

"Hah!" I snorted. "For something so impressive in appearance, you certainly lack cleverness.

"Anyone can see that I am far from little.

"My ass is large, and so is my middle."

"Yes, and you've had to find the key to adapting to such undesired conditions, haven't you?" the being inquired pensively. 

"Your luck has not been exactly stellar, wouldn't you agree?

"What you found when you were transported over the rainbow was not what you hoped to see.

"When you shuffled off to the pier to see if your sacred ship had come in,

"Mawkish mediums informed you that your destiny was arriving at the airport too far in the distance for you to find redemption."

"Indeed, and when I asked them to elaborate, they promised to do so for a small fee equal to several of my paychecks," I replied. "I had a suspicion that they might have lied, so I decided I didn't care a shingle for their advice and proceeded to do things my way from that day forward."

"And how is that working out for you?" the alien, who now suspiciously resembled Dr. Phil, pressed.

"Probably better than the flashy fairy tale I once believed was my destiny," I sentimentally surmised, as glimmers of dreams of what might have been glittered in my eyes, overflowing down my face. "I'm pleased that I'm not surrounded by fake people to annoy me, but there have been times in my life when loneliness threatened to destroy me.

"I've discovered first-hand that no one cares how the disabled, elderly, and downtrodden fare.

"If you aren't young and you aren't pretty, nobody wants to see you anywhere.

"The liberal elite as much as the rigid right would prefer that the likes of me die and decrease the surplus population.

"Society cares only about the up-and-coming, not those nearing their destination.

"Age bias is rampant, the outsides given more weight than what lies within.

"If I were at all religious, I'd say it's a goddamn sin.

"Being a caustic agnostic, I'll just say it's a crying shame.

"Every year I hope for improvement, and every year it's always the same."

"Yet still you keep on kicking," the alien said, impressed. "I hope to meet more folk like you in my travels--ugly, angry, disabled, fat old women are the best!"

As the alien took off in his spaceship, I couldn't help but grin.

If we'd care more about what's on the inside, a better world could begin.

~Ornery Owl Has Spoken~

Ornery Owl

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Hangry Wyrm sez:

"I really ate this story up. Five out of five stars! Can we have breakfast now?"

Get your groove on with this melodic deep house mix.

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

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Here's another Deep House mix in case you happen to be bogged down with formatting an hour later. Like, you know, not me. I never get bogged down with formatting, or editing, or, you know, anything, because I'm completely perfect and do everything right the first time. First draft? Hah! You mean only draft, Sunshine, because I'm just that good!

I'm off to find someplace to hide my metric butt-ton of bullshit now. Here's the link in case you can't see the player. 

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notes and prompts used

https://earthweal.com/2022/11/07/a-walk-on-the-wild-side/

The prompt requests:

"For this challenge, let’s go on a wild walk together. Report on what you’ve found and the lessons you’ve learned."

While my piece did not address nature as such, it addresses the sometimes difficult lessons I've learned about myself in my nearly 60 years walking this planet. I honestly don't think I would have survived those "Hollywood dreams" I had in my youth. I'm a sensitive soul, though I seem thick-skinned.

https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/2022-november-pad-chapbook-challenge-day-7

Today's challenge asks participants to create a poem about adaption.

https://imprompt.wordpress.com/2022/11/07/day-7-2/

I almost forgot about this prompt. I'll probably play catch-up with it over the next few days. Today's suggestion is:

"Another form of being has just communicated something to you...Write down 5-10 words, to fix the moment forever in your mind then use those words to write about something else."

This prompt gave me the idea of the alien communicating with me.

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2022/11/07/wordle-295/

Word List

key

rainbow

distant/distance

shuffle

transport/ed

shingle

redemption

pier

mediums

sacred

elaborate

suspicion

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30 Days of Haiga 2021: Hidden Beauty

 

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30 Days of Haiga 2021: Let Me Look Like Number 12

 

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Still Too Easy to be Hard (Triple Tanka)

 

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people say they care

'bout evil and injustice

the truth is they lie

they only care for victims

who are precious in some way

those deemed unpretty

who don't look good on posters

the unwanted ones

are easily lambasted

by the ones who claim to care

I have never seen

those who claim to care so much

defend the homely

the fat, disfigured, homeless

only receive scorn

~cie~

https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/2020-november-pad-chapbook-challenge-day-10

https://wordcraftpoetry.com/2020/11/09/weekly-tanka-tuesday-poetry-challenge-stars-poetschoice/

note the notes

(high probability of becoming sweary)

The poem was, in part, inspired by lyrics of the 1969 song "Easy to be Hard" by Three Dog Night.

I had a go at Anderson Cooper after his "obese turtle" remark.

https://lbry.tv/@crazycreativescheerleadingcamp:2/F.U.-Anderson-Cooper:6

When he said that he regretted the comment, I wrote him a letter.

https://lbry.tv/@slysfreespeechspace:f/An-Open-Letter-to-Anderson-Cooper:e

Anderson Cooper reasoned that he made the "obese turtle" comment in the heat of the moment. So you may think that would be my last words on the subject, but Bitches, I ain't done yet.

Anderson Cooper says that he doesn't want to be the person who made that comment, and I'll take his word for it. But I would like to ask Anderson and anyone else who has ever said something like this in the heat of the moment:

Why is your "go-to" insult in the heat of the moment a negative crack about someone's body, and why do you think that fat is the very worst thing that you can call a person?

Is it really okay to have size shaming as your default, or do you need to check yourself and ask yourself a few pertinent questions?

Why do you think that fat people deserve constant mocking and derision?

Do you think that it's doing them one damn bit of good?

Or is it possible that you learned this prejudice a long time ago and it's time to stop being horrible?

Fat jokes aren't funny.

Fat isn't the worst thing a person can be.

With every awful thing tRump has done, you're defaulting to "he's fat?"

Weak sauce!

Check yourself.

I rarely post pictures of myself for obvious reasons.

A bad selfie (there is no other kind) that I threw some Pixlr effects at.

So, let's run down the list.

1. Old (Middle-aged, anyway)
2. Fat
3. Ugly

But guess what--still doesn't deserve to be bullied and ridiculed.

I live by the rule of no body-shaming.

Not even once.

Not even tRump.

I call people out when I see them body-shaming because bullying--yes, including the bullying of people you find unattractive--ruins lives.

"BuT tHeIr HeAlTh!!111!!!" is not an excuse.

You know damn good and well it's never about their health.

By the way, I really don't want to receive comments like "you're not THAT fat. Trust me, I am THAT fat. And even if I wasn't, is it okay to be horrible to people who are THAT fat?"

I don't want any "but you could lose weight if you tried" bullshit. The answer is no, I can't. I tried to hate myself thin for 33 years and it didn't work. I'm done trying to hate myself thin. And even if I could, is it really okay to be telling people to try and manipulate their bodies in an attempt to become what you consider acceptable?

Please spare me the "you have a pretty face" comments. The secondary implication with those is "it's too bad about your disgustingly fat body."

I don't really want any comments about my looks, because my looks don't matter. I'm not fishing for compliments. I want people to hear my words.

Nobody deserves to be bullied for their appearance.

Not even the bullies.

Don't stoop to their level.

Fat bitch out.

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NaPoWriMo 2020 Day 15 + April PAD Challenge 2020 Day 15 + Words for Wednesday: Blue Dream

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I am your blue dream nightmare sunless sky

drawn from the depths of forgotten traumas

a thousand brisk switches leaving bloody trails

the gold within my heart not worth the trouble

aggressive word witch with a way to walk that says

stop where you are, stay the fuck away

I am not your delightful, delicate princess

not your pretty pop tart teen queen dream

hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, and I

am scorn personified

I'll tear out your throat with pointed teeth

I'll rip out your heart with my bare hands

I am ground glass in your hipster latte

I am claws scraping over metal in a dark alley

I am a decaying, dirty city, ugly and gritty

I spit your name black from my mouth

I despise and disdain everything you stand for

and contrary to what you have told yourself

I wouldn't want to be like you

shallow and flighty, fading to nothing when exposed to light

blowing on the whims of any breeze that happens by

you are nothing and nobody, a Barbie doll princess

but looks fade and boys cheat and if your worth is tied up

in whether or not some creep thinks your tits are fine

and your ass is hot

then you will live your life chasing impossible perfection

botox and liposuction and spending each waking hour

obsessing on whether your ass is too fat

I am the nightmare you so fear becoming

old and fat and unwanted and pissed off as hell

I'm waiting for you around the next corner

so if you don't want to waste your life fearing becoming

what we all one way or another eventually do

concentrate on what's inside, on your soul, not your looks

on your skills and your truth and the strength of your self

youth is here today, gone tomorrow like a popular song

but the blues lives forever

real, gritty, unpretty

tarnished, unvarnished

sometimes mean as hell

taking shit from nobody

surviving with the middle finger flying high

to stupid conventions

and soulless fucks

who want to steal your thunder

'cause they've got none of their own

the blues can be your best friend

but the blues can fuck you up 

the blues don't bow down to nobody

the blues don't get played for a fool

so be your own dream

not what someone else tells you

don't be a bubblegum pop tart illusion

be true to yourself

be the blues

Sincerely,

The Ornery Fucking Old Lady

Not apologizing to anybody

NaPoWriMo: Write a poem about your favorite kind of music.

Blues is the backbone of rock of any genre. The blues is real, bare-bones, angry, no-bullshit music with a story. The blues doesn't ask you to be pretty or happy. The blues is real. 

April PAD Challenge: Write a dream poem. I'm pretty much everyone's worst nightmare.

Poem Genre: Slam poetry

Word List

Sunless,

Drawn,

Forgotten,

Brisk,

Thousand,

Gold, 

And/or

Delicate,

Walk,

Aggressive,

Word,

Witch,

Stop,

November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 11: Prime Time Pantoum

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Trying to model my life

To be more like the pretty people

Starring on glitzy, prime-time TV shows

Is an exercise in futility

To be more like the pretty people

I try to hate myself into conformity

Starring on glitzy, prime-time TV shows

A destructive, soul-stealing dream

I try to hate myself into conformity

Starring on glitzy, prime-time TV shows

A destructive, soul-stealing dream

Is an exercise in futility

~Cie~

Notes:

Today's November PAD Chapbook Challenge asks participants to write a "prime" poem. I chose the phrase "prime time" and the Pantoum form.