Poetry Prompts and Inspiration Day 16 April PAD Challenge and NaPoWriMo 2023

 

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A good whatever time of day it is for you, Poetry People. It has certainly been volatile in this little space during the past few sessions. You never know exactly what you're going to get around here. Will it be the sage wisdom of Ornery Owl? Will it be the feminist outrage of Sly Fawkes? Or will it perhaps be something like the above?

https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/2023-april-pad-challenge-day-16

The Writers Digest prompt for today asks participants to write a Blank of the Blank poem.

https://www.napowrimo.net/day-sixteen-10/

The NaPoWriMo prompt asks participants to use their poems to describe what something isn't.

To make a long story short, my poem is called Witch of the Prairie, and it contains lines such as "I am not your pet" and "I will never be your girl." So, yeah, Sly snuck in there again. Sly will never rest as long as society continues giving her so much material to work with. 

Sometimes I think I'm too old to still be fighting this shit. By "this shit," I of course mean misogyny. Couldn't I just leave that battle up to younger warriors who aren't as tired as I am?

The answer is no, I cannot.

Older women are constantly informed that we're useless. We're out of touch with the times. We have nothing relevant to say. Certainly, we have no sex appeal.

I call bullshit on that crap. Older women have wisdom and experience, and we don't put up with anyone's shit. If someone tries to shame me for my lack of sex appeal, I'll laugh. I don't give a damn about sex. I've been done with that nonsense for years. Ditto caring about being perceived as attractive. 

I have more important things to concern myself with, such as learning how to turn misogynists into toads. Toads are better than mansplainers any day. 

~The Wicked Witch Has Spoken~

Image by Square Frog from Pixabay

https://odysee.com/@PeaceofMind:9/relaxing-spring-music-fluffy-clouds:f?r=GTwnGJ4fFBQfzuJgpHVpfKBKaC9b8B16

Here is what I was listening to while creating this wicked post.

Poetry Prompts and Inspiration Day 15 April PAD Challenge and NaPoWriMo 2023

 

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I'm really not feeling that great today. I feel like I'm failing with everything except the poetry part of this month's goals. I always hit a big slump in the middle of the month, so I'm trying to take it with a grain of salt. 

I know nobody is really interested in these posts, but maybe someday someone somewhere will find them helpful. Anyway, I don't make them for you fuckers. I make them for me. Because reasons. So, there's that.

Let's start with the easy prompt. The April PAD Challenge prompt asks participants to write a shadow poem.

https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/2023-april-pad-challenge-day-15

The NaPoWriMo prompt 

https://www.napowrimo.net/day-fifteen-9/

asks participants to Begin by reading June Jordan’s (1936 - 2002) “Notes on the Peanut.” 

https://poets.org/poem/notes-peanut

Now, think of a person – real or imagined – who has been held out to you as an example of how to live, but who you have always had doubts about. Write a poem that exaggerates the supposedly admirable qualities of the person in a way that exposes your doubts.

Ms. Jordan wrote an amusing poem about the legend of George Washington Carver. I did not select a person; I selected a supposedly progressive ideology that is, at its core, extremely regressive and has upended much of the hard work accomplished by both second-wave feminists and gay rights activists. My poem is not amusing. 

For a long time, I kept my thoughts on this situation to myself. But after gathering four pages of tweets yesterday from people appalled by the advertising choice made by a certain beer company, I know I'm certainly not alone. 

These people are not far-right gay-bashing Fundamentalists, mind. Most of them are left-leaning progressives. They are men and women of various races and nationalities with ages ranging from young to elderly. Some are bisexual, some are gay or lesbian, and some are straight. 

I am a 58-year-old heterosexual disabled white American woman. I am an agnostic and a feminist. I have been a registered Democrat since 1984. I have always been pro-gay rights. I support same-sex marriage. I've always leaned to the left on most social issues. 

This is not about hating anyone. Transsexuals should be afforded the same rights and protections as anyone else. Adults have the right to do what they want with their bodies. Adolescent emotions tend to be hyperbolic. This does not mean that the concerns of adolescents should not be taken seriously, only that the medical community should not be leaping to offer cross-sex hormones and surgeries to gender-nonconforming and gender dysphoric youth.

I have no problem with men who want to wear dresses and makeup. I have a problem with the idea that wearing dresses and makeup makes these men into women. Women are not dresses and makeup. That idea is a stereotype of womanhood. Women range from presenting in a hyperfeminine fashion to presenting in a more stereotypically masculine way. A butch lesbian is as much a woman as a straight woman who looks like Marilyn Monroe.

I have long hair, but I'm not a particularly "feminine" woman. I don't wear makeup or shave my legs. I hate wearing dresses. That doesn't make me a man.

In the 1960s, 1970s, and 1980s, there was pushback against regressive sex stereotypes. Men could have long hair and wear makeup and "feminine" clothing. They were still men. Women could have short hair, wear no makeup, and prefer "masculine" attire. They were still women. 

My problem with today's #BeKind, pronouns-in-the-bio ideology is the fact that it reinforces the awful sex stereotypes that people fought so hard against. It is not a progressive ideology. It is regressive, misogynistic, and homophobic. Referring to people who are same-sex attracted as "genital fetishists" is disgusting, and I won't stand for it. 

These thoughts will probably not make me very popular with the #BeKind crowd, who are, in fact, only kind to those who agree with them 100% on everything. Uppity women who disagree with them are unpersoned and branded with dehumanizing slurs inviting those so inclined to abuse said women. 

Meet the new boss. It's the same as the old boss, now with pronouns in the bio and covered in glitter. 

Ornery Owl stepped aside for this one. This is 100% Sly Fawkes.

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Poetry Prompts and Inspiration Day 14 April PAD Challenge and NaPoWriMo 2023

 

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Good morning, afternoon, evening, or whatever! Today's April PAD Challenge prompt asks participants to write a "And Now For Something Completely Different" Poem. Surprisingly, I did not write a poem about a man with three buttocks, although I certainly could have.

https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/2023-april-pad-challenge-day-14

Today's NaPoWriMo prompt asks participants to write a parody or satire based on a famous poem.

https://www.napowrimo.net/day-fourteen-10/

I didn't use a poem. I satirized the lyrics to Blurred Lines while telling a story that is, unfortunately, completely the same. It is the story of a woman (me) enduring harassment while walking down the street minding my own business. 

This incident happened in 1984 when I was nineteen years old. I never wanted to leave my apartment because I couldn't even walk a mile to catch the bus without morons catcalling me. I did not find this "flattering." I found it disgusting and depressing. I was always on edge.

Sadly, misogynistic crap like Blurred Lines shows that we really have not come a long way, Baby.

~Ornery Owl Has Spoken~

Image by Enrique Meseguer from Pixabay

This gal doesn't look like the sort to put up with any Blurred Lines bullshit.

https://odysee.com/@Rave_Archive:e/Gatecrasher-Trance-Classics-1993-2009:4?r=GTwnGJ4fFBQfzuJgpHVpfKBKaC9b8B16

As you probably already guessed, I was most assuredly not listening to Blurred Lines while creating this post. I was listening to actual good music instead.

Poetry Prompts and Inspiration Day 13 April PAD Challenge and NaPoWriMo 2023

 

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Today's prompts conspired to inspire me to go into full angry feminist mode (definitely not the fun kind.)

https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/2023-april-pad-challenge-day-13

The April PAD Challenge prompt asks participants to write a "forgive" poem.

My poem begins with the line "forgive me if my continuing demands."

https://www.napowrimo.net/day-thirteen-9/

I couldn't get into today's prompt from NaPoWriMo, which asks participants to try writing a short poem (or a few, if you’re inspired) that follows the beats of a classic joke. However, I fit in the "joke" theme by impressing upon the reader the fact that feminism is no joke to me. 

I also make it clear that by feminism I do not mean third-wave, choicey-choice, show your tits for a cause, slutwalk, "sex work is empowering" fauxminism. I mean real, uncompromising, for the purpose of emancipating women from male-dominated and male-oriented power structures feminism. I mean the kind of feminism fueled by rage at the biases women still face. I mean feminism that has the courage to say the word WOMAN. I mean feminism that is committed to making the world a better place for females. I mean feminism that has the courage to say what needs to be said, even if it isn't pretty or might piss people off. 

That's the kind of feminism I've been supporting since 1973 when I was just eight years old. That's the kind of feminism I'll support to my dying day, and beyond if there is a beyond. 

~Ornery Owl is Still Fighting the Good Fight For Women's Rights~

Image by Willgard Krause from Pixabay

Here is what I was listening to while creating this post.

https://odysee.com/@Rave_Archive:e/Ed-Rush---Optical---Wormhole-%281998---Virus%29:c?r=GTwnGJ4fFBQfzuJgpHVpfKBKaC9b8B16

April PAD Challenge/NaPoWriMo 2022 Day 18 and 19

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Hello People. You may notice that I pushed the soundtrack to the bottom of the post. There's some great music on this one for us Deep House fans, but the "Hot Babe in a Bikini Top Too Tiny To Contain Her Boobs" aesthetic just makes me tired. The video is not just wall-to-wall babes in bikinis, thankfully, and anyway, I don't really watch the videos. Now that we have that out of the way, let's jump into this mess.

We Said

Prompts Used

https://www.napowrimo.net/day-eighteen-8/

write your own poem that provides five answers to the same question – without ever specifically identifying the question that is being answered.

https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/2022-april-pad-challenge-day-18

Write a "We Blank" poem.

https://girlieontheedge1.wordpress.com/2022/04/17/sundays-six-sentence-story-word-prompt-208/

Use the word "tree"

By Your Command

Prompts Used

https://www.napowrimo.net/day-nineteen-7/

Write a poem that starts with a command.

https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/2022-april-pad-challenge-day-19

Write a what's there or what's not there poem.

What's not there in my lexicon?

The word "obey."

https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2022/04/16/weekend-writing-prompt-255-lexicon/

Write a piece in 85 words using the word Lexicon. 

Time for a rant. Like, what the fuck, Pixabay? I did a search for the word "feminism" and was blasted in the face with multiple images of tits and ass. Want to know why we still need feminism? There isn't time enough to go into that here, but the short answer is, ask Pixabay.

If you want better images, search for the term "feminist." 

Sigh. We certainly have not come a long way, Baby. It's the same shit on a different day in the fight for women to be seen as human. 

The poems I wrote today were about surviving sexual assault and dealing with casual misogyny. I spent a fair bit of time yesterday revisiting events that happened around the time that I was sexually assaulted by my ex-boyfriend going on 25 years ago now. I'm not going to dive deeper into the subject with this post, but now you know the gist. 

~Ornery Owl Was Broken but Refuses to Be Silenced~

Image by Gordon Johnson from Pixabay

https://odysee.com/@DeepHouseMix:e/Deep-House-Relax-Style-Music-Summer-2022-l-Vocal-House-l-Nu-Disco:c?r=GTwnGJ4fFBQfzuJgpHVpfKBKaC9b8B16

Similar Houses (Tanka)

 

Free use image from Pixabay

similar houses

dark havens for Stepford girls

sinister shelters

mold and shape little women

made delicate like china

~cie~

https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/2021-april-pad-challenge-day-6

Write a "change" or "don't change" poem.

Little girls are often forced to change into obedient little ladies, giving up their dreams, ambitions, and sense of adventure to make them ready to live lives as what women are supposed to be, not what they actually are.

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2021/04/04/mlmm-sunday-writing-prompt-three-senses/

To be honest, I utilized the picture for inspiration and condensed my memories of my sense of what it meant to be a girl into a few lines of poetry. I was aware early on that girls were expected to sacrifice their "impractical" dreams, aspiring instead to find and support the "perfect" man, then to take his surname and give birth to and raise his descendants. I remember that even at a young age, I found this edict for women extremely unfair.

https://www.napowrimo.net/1942-2/

Today's assignment was to find a line in a favorite book, write a poem based on that line, then change the poem's title.

I found a line in one of the poems I wrote during the past few days, wrote a poem based around that line, then didn't change the title because I think it fits this poem perfectly.

https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2021/04/05/three-things-challenge-559/

The three things were the words adventure, china, and ready. I used one of the words (china) in the poem and two in the notes. The poem is far from light-hearted, but there isn't any cussing, so I guess that it's family-friendly.

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Same Old Spell: A Feminist Choka

 

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https://pixabay.com/photos/women-portrait-feminism-graffiti-54433/

Translation: we always have to recreate a tongue that shows respect for the woman if we walked for a moment in her shoes we would feel indignant

the magic has gone

from the soulless holy days

nothing is special

remember childhood

when holidays were magic

the veil was thinner

at midnight we heard

the spirit of the season

singing lullaby

now what goes between

disdain in each eye contact

when strangers first meet

no magic words now

can't compensate for the hate

fear of the unknown

like our ancestors

demand self-deprecation

from every woman

measuring her worth

based on the size of her hips

is misogyny

aura of the past

surrounding the present time

fertile ground for hate

new wokeness seems

it's the same misogyny

with a fresh accent

will we ever wake

will truth see the light of day

blowing in the wind

~cie~

noted

Hate has many faces, all of them ugly. This poem addresses the ways in which the misogyny that distressed me as a young girl, inspiring me to secretly declare myself a feminist when I was eight years old, is alive and well today with a new coat of paint. 

Women are no longer expected by society as a whole to live on an allowance doled out by their patronizing husbands while they keep a spotless house, cook a perfect dinner, and populate the world. We are, however, still expected to be helpmeets to men, to not have too many aspirations of our own, to keep our discomfort to ourselves, to capitulate to the demands of others, and to look like a Stepford wife with sex-hungry eyes and the body of a teenage girl who happens to have perfect double d-cup breasts while doing so.

Women who speak up for the needs and rights of women are still threatened with corrective rape and called all manner of humiliating names. These days, these threats are made in the name of "wokeness" and a perverse brand of "inclusivity" that excludes women while calling itself "feminism" and in which women are shouted down for using words to describe our own anatomy and health issues or for using words such as "mother" or "breastfeeding." Meanwhile, nobody seems to have a problem with the word "father," or with anyone saying that men get prostate cancer, and men are not expected to share their changing rooms with those with female anatomy for the sake of "inclusivity."

It's a step well backward in the name of progress. I really should not be surprised that women are the ones to suffer under the new woke boss, who just happens to be the same as the old, unwoke boss but is wearing a hip new suit and drinking a fair-trade latte while he tweets out profanity-laced pejoratives to the "transphobic" cunts who dare to question why we can't say the word "woman" when talking about women's health and who take issue with the idea of sharing our changing rooms with a bearded man with meat and veg fully intact. Women who wish to have a female caregiver or health care provider for intimate care or invasive examinations are labeled hateful and told that we are "weaponizing our trauma."

Those who have been smart enough to avoid Twitter (I was for a long time, but, unfortunately, the book reviews and promotions necessitated me taking it up again) may not be aware of these peculiar developments and think that I am being overly dramatic. Sadly, I am not.

I have become more aware than ever in the past five years that both the right and the left hate women. The right clothes their hate in "family values" and religious doctrine while the left demands that women be "inclusive" and "flexible", by which they mean framing women's issues to include men, all while looking and acting like porn stars 24-7.

And that is the delightful place from which today's happy little verse springs.

the prompts

https://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.com/2020/10/carpe-diem-celebrates-its-8th_26.html

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/10/26/wordle-212/

http://www.octpowrimo.com/2020/10/octpowrimo-day-27.html

Word List

Magic

Holidays/Holy Days

Ancestors

childhood

special

veil

between

Midnight

Aura

Hips

Strangers

Self-Deprecation

Words

Disdain

Find

Woman

Lullaby

Compensate

Accent

Eye Contact

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Requiem for Annabel Lee

 

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https://pixabay.com/illustrations/teenager-girl-youth-human-face-3016901/

Annabel Lee, the forever girl

an eternal child is she

voice soft and low with eyes like a doe

meek and demure but not jittery

nights she roams her capacious castle

never displaying roister

with eyes like a doe, voice soft and low

it's not allowed for her to boister

silently crosses the dining room

folding arms over her breast

voice soft and low with eyes like a doe

but her soul is unable to rest

her strapless dress makes her feel chilly

shoulders and elbows exposed

with eyes like a doe, voice soft and low

a young girl being groomed like a rose

admonished to remain blind to self

a kitten sweet and pretty

voice soft and low with eyes like a doe

must take care not to seem too witty

the strings of the weeping mandolin

dirge plays for Annabel Lee

with eyes like a doe, voice soft and low

she saw no other way to be free

~cie~

briefly the notes

Basically a poem about the expectations placed on girls to be little ladies with no thoughts of their own. Raised with their ideas belittled if acknowledged at all, some girls act out in self-destructive ways when adolescence arrives. Anyway, I did, and I wasn't the only one.

purposefully the prompts

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/10/12/wordle-210/

http://www.octpowrimo.com/2020/10/octpowrimo-day12.html

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Of course you do. 

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OctPoWriMo 2019: Day 3: Aunt Cie's Soapbox: Leave My Old Womb Alone (Choka)

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lay off my old womb

I am not a candidate

for new motherhood

I can no longer achieve

reproduction, no

but it would not bring me joy

to endure the pain

of removing my old womb

it is my life choice

to keep my organs intact

despite a slightly

elevated chance that I

develop cancer

somewhere well on down the line

any womb is not

only worth saving when it

is available

to serve as incubator

~Cie~

Note:

The poem references the incidents of 2018 when my life continued revolving around my uterus despite the fact that the painful periods I had endured for 40 years had come to an end. In April of 2017, and again in April of 2018, I experienced post-menopausal bleeding, and in June of 2018, I underwent a D&C to determine the nature of the endometrial cells.

Had the cells been abnormal or the endometrial hyperplasia complex, this would have elevated my risk of future endometrial cancer by 36%, in which case I would have opted for a hysterectomy.

My cells were normal and it was simple hyperplasia. This only increases the risk of endometrial cancer by 1.6%. In the end, I felt that the risks posed by undergoing a hysterectomy, which is a major surgery no matter how casual a spin doctors try to put on it, were greater than opting for a wait and see approach. 

Post-menopausal endometrial hyperplasia can occur for a variety of reasons. It is more common in Caucasian women, in women over fifty, in women with a larger body type, and in diabetic women. I am a large Caucasian woman over fifty with a large body type who has diabetes. As it turned out, I also had a number of small fibroids in my uterus which were probably irritating the endometrium and causing it to overgrow.

My primary care physician wanted me to have a hysterectomy.

My OB/GYN wanted me to have a hysterectomy.

The gynecologic oncologist whom I consulted wanted me to have a hysterectomy.

This despite the fact that all of them quoted a very low increased likelihood of the type of hyperplasia I was experiencing ever developing into cancer.

I had one of those obnoxious trans-vaginal ultrasounds in February of this year which showed that the endometrial lining was still slightly thicker than normal but had greatly reduced in size and was within the perimeters of acceptable. I did not experience bleeding in April of this year. My OB/GYN wanted to do another D&C, but I said no. There was no presenting reason to undergo a procedure that leaves me feeling like someone has been up in my business with a cheese grater.

I consulted with a radiologist who specializes in a procedure called uterine artery embolization, which utilizes tiny radioactive grains to block the uterine arteries and cut off the blood supply to the fibroids so they shrink and cease to cause trouble. As opposed to a hysterectomy, which is a major surgery, this is a minimally invasive approach. The doctor told me I was not a candidate for the procedure because fibroids will shrink on their own after menopause, but she agreed with me that since I had not experienced post-menopausal bleeding this year, the endometrial thickness is within acceptable boundaries, and my hyperplasia is the low-risk variety for future development of cancer, a wait and see approach makes sense in my case. She discussed this with my OB/GYN and the gynecologic oncologist, and they agreed with her.

During The Year Of Focusing Way Too Much On My Uterus, I learned just how quick doctors are to recommend a hysterectomy to post-menopausal women. If a woman can no longer serve as a baby factory, let's just yank the old plumbing out, risks be damned. The fact is, major surgery is always risky although sometimes the risks of surgery are necessary. It is also a fact that the female reproductive system provides benefits to its owner even after menopause and unless it is malfunctioning in a way that makes life unacceptably uncomfortable or poses risks to a woman's health, it's best to leave it alone.

Uterus: it's not just for incubating infants. 

That's been Aunt Cie's Soapbox, Ladies! Hysterectomy is sometimes necessary, but it tends to be overprescribed, particularly in post-menopausal women.

NaPoWriMo 2017: Day 20: Q is for Queen

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This queen will no longer

Turn herself into a pawn

In an attempt to conquer the affections of

Pawns pretending to be kings

Or vainglorious knights

She would rather play by her own rules

Then spend another minute

Spitting up her bitterness

Along with half of her last drink

From now on

This queen decides her own fate

Check

Mate not necessary

Created by Cie and Koni

With due credit to Suzanne Vega

Creeping Desire

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Creeping Desire

I told you to get away from my window

So you crept into my dreams

You acted so sweet and filled with love

But with you, nothing is as it seems

You promised you'd come back to me

But you never returned

Night after night I waited for you

Not wanting to believe I'd been spurned

You used me when you felt empty

Tossed me aside when you had your fill

I died from longing for your fickle love

They buried me on the hill

But even in death you couldn't allow me to rest

Nor allow my spirit to roam in peace

You have no compassion in your cold heart

Nor respect for the deceased

You caused my cold form to rise and walk

A fiend from beyond the grave

With wicked sorcery you bound me to you

You tried to make me your unliving slave

But one day I got tired of serving a man

Who cared not a thing for me

Who wanted only to have me serve at his whim

I was determined that I would be free

I broke the spell you held over me

I took back my life

When you knew you no longer had me in your power

You begged me to become your wife

You can't fool me any more

Your piercing eyes can't hypnotize

You can't charm me or make me weak in the knees

Because I recognize all of your lies

I once thought the sun rose and set on you

I once did anything to please

But now I'm over and done and through with you

I've risen up off my knees

I thought you were so smooth and seductive

But now you make me sick

I need a man who uses his heart and his brain

Not one who thinks with his dick

No more greasy, sour vampire

Promising the world till he's had his fun

Your words are transparent like the glass of the window

Where I now let in the sun

~Faycin A Croud~

Just a little something for Halloween

Written for The Reverie

OctPoWriMo 2014: Day 6

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Perfect

Perfect porcelain

You are perfection

My perfectionism

Reveals my imperfect imperfection

~Helena~

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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.