Showing posts with label love stinks. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love stinks. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 14, 2023

A Thin Line

 

Free use image by Miguel Santiago on Pixabay

Image by Prawny from Pixabay


your heart is on fire

love is intoxicating

nothing feels better


the fire has gone out

heart like a still-life painting

dark disappointment

notes

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

Write a love and/or anti-love poem.

https://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.com/2012/11/carpe-diem-45-fire.html

Prompt word: fire

https://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.com/2012/11/carpe-diem-44-still-life.html

Prompt word: Still life

I used Pixlr to layer the two base images, then added text art and effects. You are welcome to share the Haiga, but please credit Cara Hartley/Ornery Owl if you do. A link back to this blog is also appreciated.




Monday, October 23, 2023

Song In the Night

Image by Eva Schmidseder from Pixabay

Though your music will always be a part of me,

I will always be apart from you.

I know I could have loved you,

But you would have been a fool to let me.

I want to love but it turns out wrong, 

Better to leave such desires in song.

I keep my feet planted firmly on the ground

In the ordinary world.

But sometimes I still dream

About me, who secretly wishes I knew you when I was young.

About you, gone from this world.

About something between you and me

That can never be

Except in dreams

Where souls brimful of love abide and meet.

In dreams, we are forever young

With thirsting, longing eyes.

I wanted you to be my rock and roll dream,

but I would have been your worst nightmare.

For when I close my eyes I see

Blood and roses

Far more often

Than I see paradise.

notes

https://experiencewriting.com/2023/10/23/oct-23-prompts-music-of-the-night/

Prompt: For today’s poem think about the people, places, and things that make up your night music, and in your poem “Meet them there.”

Songs and poems referenced:

Silver Springs

1976

Songwriter: Stevie Nicks

Performed by: Fleetwood Mac

Blood and Roses

1986

Songwriter:

Pat DiNizio

Performed by: Smithereens

Ordinary World

1992

Songwriter: Simon LeBon

Performed by: Duran Duran

Wish I Knew You

2016

Written and performed by The Revivalists

Echo

1854

Christina Rossetti

First publication A Goblin Market and Other Poems (1862).

Rock N Roll Dream

2008

Songwriters: Angus Young/Malcolm Young 

Performed by: AC/DC

Sweet Dreams

2009

Songwriters: BeyoncĂ© Knowles, James Scheffer, Wayne Wilkins, Rico Love

Performed by: Beyoncé Knowles

Image by Artie_Navarre from Pixabay


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Wednesday, October 4, 2023

Deception

 

Halloween by Nick Fewings on Unsplash


the days of being desperate enough
to let myself get pulled down
by bad men 
with worse lines
are long gone.

did those low-class lotharios
really pull the wool over my eyes,
or did I let myself get tricked
hoping I'd be the one to save them?

the drive to make the fairy tale
I was told to believe in
come true
overrode common sense
obscuring red flags.

~Ornery Owl Won't Get Fooled Again~

Owl by James Lee on Unsplash






Monday, September 25, 2023

Nil

 

Image by Cara Shelton from Pixabay


we were not in love

two needy, fearful people

better off as friends

notes

The Senryu was inspired by a prompt from Carpe Diem Haiku.

https://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.com/2012/10/carpe-diem-31-wedding-bells.html

Text art and effects were added to the base image using Pixlr. You are welcome to share the Haiga, but please credit Cara Hartley/Ornery Owl if you do. A link back to this blog is also appreciated.

My Haiga ended up being an antithesis to the original prompt. The prompt's author expresses joy at the memory of his wedding and states that he and his wife are still in love. My Senryu tells the story of my marriage to my son's father. I could certainly expand on everything that was wrong and everything that went wrong, but I feel the poem succinctly gets to the heart of the matter.

My son's father and I were able to heal our friendship over time. I believe we will be friends for life. For those who watch too many Hallmark romances, you can put the idea that there will be some sort of romantic reunion between us in our golden years right out of your heads. Neither of us are stupid enough to desire such foolishness. Besides, we've considered each other to be family for several decades, so the idea of a romance between us would be super weird at this point.

I couldn't think of a good title for the poem. Nil stands for Not In Love, and I reckon that works as good as anything else.

Grammarly warns me that the phrase "golden years" might be considered ageist.

This grouchy old bat warns Grammarly to fuck right off.

Ornery Owl is letting good ole Grumpy Cat fill in on this one.





Friday, September 16, 2022

30 Days of Haiga 2022: Love is Poison

 

text

is it chemicals

is there any depth to it

when you fall in love?


notes

This Haiga was inspired by the Tuesday Writing Prompt (words depth and chemicals).

https://godoggocafe.com/2022/09/13/tuesday-writing-prompt-challenge-september-13-2022/

I created the background in Pixlr.com with a free-use image by Arek Socha.

https://pixabay.com/illustrations/poison-bottle-medicine-old-symbol-1481596/

You are welcome to use the Haiga, but please credit Cara Hartley/Ornery Owl and provide a link back to this blog.

Also sharing with:

Haiku My Heart


Wednesday, September 14, 2022

30 Days of Haiga 2022: The House of Dark Dreams

 

Original image
Murmuration by Lee Madgwick
Used with permission of the artist


text

my favorite tales

born in the house of dark dreams

conceived in shadow


notes

I'm grateful for today's prompt from D'Verse Poets, which provided me with the amazing artwork used to create the Haiga.

https://dversepoets.com/2022/09/13/the-strange-houses-of-lee-madgwick/

I'm okay with you using the Haiga if you wish, but you will have to credit both me (Cara Hartley/Ornery Owl) for the digital manipulation, text art, and poem and the original image creator Lee Madgwick. For me, a link back to this blog is acceptable. Here is a link to Mr. Madgwick's website. https://leemadgwick.co.uk/

I used Pixlr.com to create the text art and the decaying effects used on the image.

I've got a few thoughts, but nobody is beholden to stick around for them.

This day started badly. One reason it's hard for people with psychological issues to maintain relationships is that prospective partners think they can fix us, but when depression or anxiety flares up (or never completely leaves) said partner becomes put out that they have not, in fact, fixed us. The trauma that led to my multiple nervous breakdowns occurred 25, 30, 40, or even 50 years ago. I should be over it, especially if I received the wondrous healing love that we're all taught to expect will totally happen if we're worthy of it, right?

I don't have a partner and I won't again. I no longer see this as a failing on my part or see myself as a failure because I just don't do romance right. I am just learning at nearly 60 years old to respect and care for myself. That it is necessary to be coupled to be a complete human being is an erroneous idea that does many people a great disservice. Some of us truly are better off without it.

I also found myself yet again explaining to some know-it-all who totally understands how metabolic health and issues like poverty, stress, and food insecurity work (bask in the sarcasm, I've slathered it on with a trowel) that a "war on Teh Obeesiteee" in which individuals are shamed for their physique and assumed to be constantly shoveling "bad food" into their gobs and never lifting a finger to do anything but play video games is not only ineffective but harmful.

After that, I was just tired and discouraged. Sometimes I tire of explaining reality to dimwits, especially dimwits who want to keep on feeling morally superior for their simple-minded stance on complex issues. I also caught (probably) a cold last week. So I took a nap.

I still felt bad about myself when I woke up from my nap, but as I worked on today's Haiga challenge, I started feeling better. Then I was able to remember something I already know.

Fat is not the worst thing a person can be.

However, being a sanctimonious jerk who shames other people's bodies is bone-headed and boorish.

I'd rather be fat than a boorish bonehead.

~Ornery Owl Has Spoken~


Ornery Owl
Free use image from Open Clipart Vectors


Hangin' with Hangry Wyrm
If you're Hangry--eat!
Free use image from Pixabay



Thursday, April 1, 2021

A Rumpled Thing Left Out to Dry

 


Image by Kranich17 from Pixabay


and now, introducing me
when you look at this rumpled old thing
just what is it that you see?

I've spent an entire lifetime
trying to iron myself out
and I claim that I'm almost there

but the truth be told
I feel like I was left 
for too long in the spin cycle

I try to tumble dry
the tears from my eyes
as I realize

that I still haven't managed
to warm up to myself
I emerge from each battle with me 
dizzy and covered in dryer fuzz

although I have a big body
I mostly feel mighty small
I know people don't care for bulky me
the way they do for silky bits of finery

folks think it's perfectly acceptable
to snub those who look like me
they tell me I'm carrying too big a front load
and I have too much junk in my trunk

when I try to think about me neutrally
I know that I have a good quality or two
I'm an easygoing cuss
a wash and wear kind of gal

I'm definitely not one of your fine delicates
one of those dainty damsels 
that dashing heroes like to pick up
like a lace hanky dropped on the floor

ladies whose unlined faces
appear to be permanent press
so long as you machine wash warm
and dry flat

but as these downy chicks
tumbled by life's tide
become wrinkled 
they are folded up and put aside

it isn't that the fellows
won't take a tumble with me
it's just that they think of gals like me
as a pre-soak

a warm-up for the dainty delicates
that they drape from their muscular arms
to accessorize their designer suits
when they go out on the town

a pretty little accessory
that they can fluff and fold
and tuck away in a drawer
until they're ready to use her again

I decided to rinse my hands of men
who cycle through women's lives
with all the tenderness of a tropical storm

I don't want to be kept
hanging on the line
with clothespins or lies
waiting for the prairie wind to dry my tears

~cie~

Prompts 
April PAD Challenge
Countdown Day 2: Write an "almost" poem.

Countdown Day 1: Write a warm-up poem.

PAD Challenge Day 1: Write an introduction poem

D'verse Poets

D'verse Words
fluff & fold
spin cycle 
permanent press 
wash & wear
cycle 
dryer fuzz 
machine wash warm 
tumble dry 
dry flat 
presoak 
wrinkled 
front load
rinse 
fine delicates 
clothes pins
downy
tide 

NaPoWriMo
Day 1: See the world in a new way
I did not expect to metaphorically be comparing myself to laundry, but here we are.

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


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Monday, October 5, 2020

Heart Break

 


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you know its the notes
I am entire buckets of trash when it comes to making shape poems. I can make three kinds of shape poems: Triangles, diamonds, and funnels. So, from now on, when someone says "shape poem," I'm doing text art. I may also be entire buckets of trash when it comes to text art, but I don't think my text art rates quite as many trash buckets as my attempts at shape poems.

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Sunday, February 16, 2020

Carpe Diem Love Month: A Snarky Valentine


arrived in a storm
one day after Valentine's
nobody's sweetheart

~cie~


notes
Don't tell me y'all didn't know it was gonna be snarky.

Trivia for my -666 fans:

I was born in a blizzard at 6 AM the day after Valentine's day 55 years ago. 

A very merry un-birthday to me today.

Wednesday, February 12, 2020

Choka: Wedding Bell or Doom Knell

Image by cocoparisienne from Pixabay

some people sing praise
of the wonderful magic
love is like the spring
flowers and hearts are blooming
love is like summer
moon June tune and all of that
but to me love is
a whispered seductive lie
in a dark hallway
lustful shadow, lying tongue
love a mausoleum
in winter cemetery
filled with the dead dreams
of youth fallen years ago
love a pretty face
with a mouthful of grave dust
some sing praise to love
I turn my back and walk on

~cie~



Tuesday, November 26, 2019

November PAD Chapbook Challenge 2019: Day 26: A Limerick for John


J. Geils went through diamonds and minks
He had the blues, the reds, and the pinks
He revealed the truest truth
I knew it back in my youth
The only thing for sure is love stinks

~Cie~

Notes:
Today's November PAD Chapbook Challenge was to write a love poem. Well, if you know me at all, you know what I think about that. So I wrote this limerick in honor of the one who said it best about love, the late, great J. Geils. (20 February 1946 - 11 April 2017)

Sunday, November 24, 2019

November PAD Chapbook Challenge Day 24: A Dialogue


you had my heart
I only wanted a hookup
you should have said so
you took the chance
you shouldn't lie
you should be more careful who you trust
you should be ashamed
but you're the one who is
how can you be so heartless?
it's your fault for thinking with your heart
why do you think cruel is cool?
I'm not the one sitting home crying
you're a miserable liar
you're the one who feels like dying
I did everything you wanted
and now I'll find someone else to do the same
you are the worst
but I won't take the blame
you are the lowest
but you carry the shame

~Cie~

Notes:
Today's November PAD Chapbook Challenge asked for a dialogue poem. I had this terrible conversation all too many times in my younger days when my self-esteem was at its worst and I let bad guys do terrible things to me in the vain hope that they would love me back. Being the cold-hearted bitch that I get accused of being when I rebuff the advances of jerks who think I should consider myself lucky that they're paying attention to me is far better than being broken-hearted and feeling used.

Thursday, October 31, 2019

Carpe Diem #1772 + OctPoWriMo 2019 Day 31: Senryu: My Blue Bell


I sing an old song
remembering what I've lost
my dark-haired bluebell

~Cie~



Notes:
My inspiration for this lamenty-ass Senryu is an old folk song I found in an 1800s songbook belonging to my father (RIP) about a million years ago when I was sixteen or seventeen. The original song was from a young fella to a young lady. I sing it from the perspective of a broken old hag to her long-lost cowboy, because that is how I roll.

I was born in East Virginia
North Carolina I did go
There I met a fine young fella 
And his name I never did know

Well, his hair was dark of color
Cheeks they were like roses red
He said my breasts were like white lilies
Where he longed to lay his head

I'd rather live in some dark holler
Where the sun would never shine
Than for you to love another
And to know you'll never be mine

I don't want your greenback dollar
I don't want your silver chain
All I want is your love, Darlin'
Say that you'll be mine again

Since Adobe is foul, my copy of Creative Suite 6 which I purchased in 2012 no longer functions and for the time being my broke ass is using the free version of Pixlr because I refuse to pay blood money to Adobe for Creative Cloud. I made the following image of a broody, goth, vampiric-looking fellow by the light of the moon using Pixlr. I thought he went nicely with the poem. Then I thought of a new story idea. Brooding Goth Vampire Dude's tentative name is now Heath Montgomery. If nothing else, at least he has a great name.

Once Long Ago Version 9
Pixlr manipulation by The Real Cie

Tuesday, October 22, 2019

OctPoWriMo 2019: Day 22: Broken Pieces

Image by Peter H from Pixabay

I was born broken
Broken under a bad sign
Sign that says "keep away"
Away from this heart of mine

I will never be whole
Whole life spent with a heavy heart
Heart that was broken before I was born
Born into a life that tore me apart

You'll never find me embracing light
Light and lies are all the same
Same pretenders to goodness everywhere
My strength lies in not playing their game

I run for my life, hide from the light
Light which exposes too much of my soul
Soul embracing the darkness inside
Inside a broken heart long gone cold

~Cie~


Notes:
Loop Poetry is a poetry form created by Hellon. There are no restrictions on the number of stanzas nor on the syllable count for each line. In each stanza, the last word of the first line becomes the first word of line two, last word of line 2 becomes the first word of line 3, last word of line 3 becomes the first word of line 4. This is followed for each stanza. The rhyme scheme is abcb.

Sorry, but your girl Cie ain't feeling the whole question and answer part of the prompt. Make of this poem what you will.

Song inspirations follow!


Carpe Diem #1767: Daisy: A Senryu


golden-eye daisy
I know that he don't love me
'cause nobody do

~Cie~


Notes:
Inspired by the 1892 song "Daisy Bell".

Tuesday, October 1, 2019

OctPoWriMo 2019: Day 1: Dark Night of the Soul

Image by Owensart from Pixabay

Awakening from our dream of love, we see that once again
The dark night of the soul descends

Bleakness that no shiny happy folderol can end
Chaos reigns instead

Doubt descends to destroy
Every beautiful thing
Found in its path

Ghouls dig into the graves
History is unearthed

Incapable of believing
Jealousy
Kills
Love

Morning rushes away
Night descends 

Old fears
Prey on us in the pitch black of our doubts

Regret overtakes 
Soul fire ignites the last vestiges of hope

Tragically, certain ill-advised words cannot be
Unsaid

Vain tears cannot
Win back what was tossed aside

Xenos we are
You fly away

Zeroing the light in my heart
Back
to
Black

~Cie~



Couldn't leave without giving credit to the amazing Amy Winehouse for the inspiration.