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Monday, April 29, 2024

April PAD Challenge + NaPoWriMo 2024 Day 29

 

Image by Nanne Tiggelman from Pixabay

Good afternoon, Poetry People! I must admit that my first thought on seeing today's NaPoWriMo prompt was, "Well, what the hell am I supposed to do with that?"


The prompt asks participants to use one of ten words from a list of words used in Taylor Swift songs, then include the word in the title of the poem.


I have a quibble with the reference to these as being "Swiftean words." She did not invent these words any more than I invented the words ornery, sarcasm, or snark. She just used them. 

I'm pretty sure Lemmy invented the word Orgasmatron. Lord Iffy Boatrace's butler Butler invented a rather horrifying sex machine called the Pelvotron in Bruce Dickinson's naughty and nutty novel The Adventures of Lord Iffy Boatrace. So, Orgasmatron may well be a proper Kilmisterian word, while Pelvotron is a Dickinsonian (as opposed to Dickensian) term. Bruce Dickinson, or at least his band, Iron Maiden, will figure into this post again at a later point.

Today's April PAD Challenge prompt asks poets to pen a proper Until Blank poem.


Scanning the list of words used in Taylor Swift's songs, I found Albatross and Elegy, and things started to click.

Read here for some myths and legends about the albatross.


One of my favorite songs is Albatross by Judy Collins. However, I also recalled The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, a lyrical ballad written in 1797 by Samuel Taylor Coleridge and published in 1798 in a collection of lyrical ballads by Coleridge and William Wordsworth. 186 years later, Iron Maiden recorded a 13-minute tribute to the ballad for their 1984 album Powerslave, and lo, a nineteen-year-old me was grateful yet again for Steve Harris and his love of history and literature.

I used the word elegy in today's poem, which touches on the topics of my pig-headed persistence until the day I go tits up, whether anyone will be inspired to write an elegy for such an ornery cuss, and the fact that I would prefer to listen to the songs of Judy Collins or Iron Maiden over Taylor Swift. This actually isn't done in the manner of a dig at Taylor Swift, it's simply factual information about me.

I honestly don't care much about Taylor Swift one way or the other. I find it ridiculous that some man-children who either frequent incel forums or use religion as a cudgel to keep women in their place have their tighty whiteys in a bunch about the fact that a thirty-four-year-old woman is unmarried and childless. I find Ms. Swift's reported carbon footprint rather outlandish, but I don't have any vehement dislike for her. 

I'm no Swiftie, but let's give Taylor a fair shake. The Lakes is a pleasant enough melody with rather evocative lyrics.




Albatross was first released on Judy Collins' 1967 album Wildflowers. I've always felt like she could have written this song about me. I had overly romantic ideals for much of my life. I learned the harsh lesson that fairy tales aren't real. No prince is coming to your rescue. You have to save yourself. 

The lyrics also speak to my struggles with sometimes debilitating depression and extreme loneliness. I've learned over time that being an outlier like I am means that I will never fit in with other people. It's taken most of my life for me to be sort of okay with that.



Two things you can always rely on:

Bruce Dickinson never mincing words.

Iron Maiden kicking ass and taking names.

Ah, the good old days of men in tights playing shredding riffs! If Heaven doesn't have music like this, I ain't going.



And now for something completely different.

No, not a man with three buttocks.

It's Sir Ian McKellan reading The Rime of the Ancient Mariner.



This is an orchestral rendition of Iron Maiden's The Rime of the Ancient Mariner with some illustrative AI images. Some of these are pretty cool, but the pirate in a dress at 4:01 and 5:00 is just funny. However, if a pirate wants to wear a dress, why shouldn't he?

I hope you enjoyed this extended penultimate post of prompts and songs. I'll be back tomorrow for the grand finale!

~Ornery Owl Has Spoken~

Image by Saba Bibi from Pixabay

I'd rather play chess with an octopus and a bunch of weird mutant aquatic squirrels underwater than sail on a cursed ship with a dead albatross around my neck.


Friday, November 4, 2022

November PAD Challenge 2022: Day 4: Rolling in the Blank

 

Image by Myriams-Fotos from Pixabay

I'm gonna use my illusion like glue

to try and stick to you

that the basis for our bond is trauma

presages floods of drama

will our love have the strength to withstand

an unfortunate and inevitable smashing on the rocks

I'd like to believe we'd stand strong as a sculpture made of vibranium

but I suspect we'll shatter like our hearts of glass

the universe won't exclude us

from the drawing of the three of swords

our epic disaster of an affair

will not merit an ever-after display in a museum

but will merely be the talk of colleagues over coffee

for fifteen minutes or so

then tossed aside and forgotten 

by everyone but such fools

as those who thought their love could survive

rolling in the deep, dark ocean

of a past fraught with trauma and betrayal

I still love you anyway

There will never be another

for this lonely heart

~Ornery Owl Has Spoken~

Image by Tumisu from Pixabay

prompts used

Words used:

illusion

glue

strength

exclude

basis

sculpture

and / or

museum

unfortunate

talk

suspect

drawing

colleague


Today's prompt asked participants to write an "In the Blank" poem. I could not be stopped. I changed it up a little and made it a Rolling in the Blank poem, because that's one of my favorite songs. Sorry to blemish your reputation, Adele, but Ornery Owl is a fan.


Here's a link to the video, because that's how I (ahem) roll.

I'll see myself out now.

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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Thursday, April 9, 2020

NaPoWriMo 2020 Day 8 + Words for Wednesday + April PAD Challenge 2020 Day 8 + April PAD Challenge 2020 Countdown Catch-Up Day 2: Mr. Lovecraft's Dream Zoo

Here are some Moonbeasts flying through Dreamlands space in a black galleon. I am not sure who the artist is but will be happy to credit them. Sadly, it isn't me.

You must practice each night
If you hope to take flight
And visit Mr. Lovecraft's dream zoo

Image from Chaosium's Dreamlands supplement

You may find a buopoth bent over the water
You may even find an otter
Or what seems to be a fairy too


On closer look, the fairy is furry
It has a tentacled nose and may scurry
For you have chanced on a Zoog


Abhoth is made of liquid
And Cthulhu is a big squid
Who hangs about in R'lyeh

Image from the Call of Cthulhu Dreamlands supplement

The fireworm should never be teased
Or even be provoked to sneeze
Or you'll be out of the frying pan and into the fire

This is a book cover from one of the versions of The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath

If you find yourself filled with fear
At all the horrors found here
The Cats of Ulthar are near
For Mr. Lovecraft loves cats too

Written with much respect for my longtime literary hero


I can't help but think that this classic deep cut from Iron Maiden is the perfect Dreamlands theme song.



Sparked by these prompts:



The prompt: Peruse Twitter bots that tweet the works of famous poets. While Lovecraft was better known for his prose than his poetry, my latest fictional foray addresses his 1927 poem, Nathicana. Also, I don't know if there is a Lovecraft Twitter bot. Lovecraft was simply my poet of choice.


April PAD Challenge Day 8: Write a future poem. The Dreamlands can be accessed from any point in time, and many people consider Lovecraft to be a science fiction author. We from his future are still inspired by his steampunk visions.

April PAD Challenge Countdown Catch-Up Day 2: Write a hope poem.
I've always felt that the Dreamlands were, despite the myriads of lurking horrors, a place of hope.


notes
With Cancel Culture being what it is, I suppose that I should explain that yes, I am aware that H.P. Lovecraft held xenophobic views. This is rather an oversimplification, neglecting to take into account his peculiar upbringing and strange life circumstances. Lovecraft was an introverted and depressive personality who feared further disruption in a life that had been filled with disruption for as long as he could remember. At the time of his death in 1937, those who knew him said that his xenophobic viewpoints had softened. 

Lovecraft was married for two years to Sonia Greene, a writer herself and a patron of the arts. In her biography, she stated that he would write her long, romantic letters, but he never told her that he loved her. His mother was a deeply disturbed individual who imbued in him the idea that he was more monster than human (he is the protagonist in the story "The Outsider"), and his aunts were unaffectionate personalities as well. He expressed himself best through writing, which is a quality that I can relate to.

Those who corresponded with Lovecraft knew him to be a gracious and kind man with a dry sense of humor as well as a unique imagination. I first read his writing at fourteen years old, and I feel it would be a pity if future generations were deprived of his masterpieces due to the overly zealous thought policing so prevalent in modern times.

Try some Lovecraft on for size. If you purchase the book through the link, I will receive a small commission from Amazon.






HPL's twisted imagination continues to wreak havoc 83 years after his death. T 'was he and Stephen King who inspired the writing of this tale.



You can check out the King of Horror's contribution in this fabulous collection of Lovecraft-inspired spine-tinglers.

 

Must-have Maiden for your Dreamland listening pleasure.

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)

Wednesday, November 20, 2019

November PAD Chapbook Challenge 2019: Day 18: Monody: Silenced Voices

Collage made by Yours Truly using Pixlr

though all different
you each had a special gift
I won't forget you

~Cie~

Notes:
Today's November PAD Chapbook Challenge asked for a poem having something to do with music. These people all had something to do with music, and they all died after the turn of the twenty-first century. And if anyone wants to be a wanker and demand to know how I can have Jeff Hanneman and David Cassidy in the same collage, I will tell you that I can because it's my damn collage and I'm not a narrow fuck who only listens to one kind of music.

However, the great thing about being someone that no-one pays attention to is that I can do something like this, and ain't nobody gonna give a fuck.

Friday, November 15, 2019

November PAD Chapbook Challenge 2019: Day 7: Angie Blue



in a time that came and went long ago
whether I was taking down my walking cane and hat
or wrapped up in my bell-bottom blues
I guess you could call me Angie Blue

I was that girl who lived my life in the songs I heard
on the rock and roll radio
I dreamed of wide spaces and endless love

and maybe if I'd been pretty
instead of an ugly duckling girl
maybe I'd have found something more

than fire that quickly turned to ice
and shallow-hearted boys looking for a hookup
that didn't last any longer than a song

you could call me Angie Blue
the ugly duckling girl who learned the truth
that there will never be a prince who rides along the sea and the mountain

my collection of colorful hats now sit collecting dust
my walking cane is now used to support
a body that doesn't work very well

the boys who wanted a good-time girl
are now middle-aged men cheating on their wives
with foolish young women not much older than I was then

I suppose it was better to live my truth
then to get caught up in a web
of love that was no more than lies

but I have been lonely
there is no one and only
unless you count only lonely me

footloose in my mind
with a body that can't dance in reality
and not so fancy or free at all

~Cie~

Note:
The November PAD Chapbook Challenge prompt for today asked for a poem about an article of clothing. I thought about the song Rubber Band Man which begins: "hand me down my walking cane, hand me down my hat" and of another favorite song from the same era, Bell Bottom Blues. The rest of it just flowed. The other songs referenced are Albatross, Angie Baby, At Seventeen, Endless Love, Factory Girl, Fire and Ice, Footloose, Jackie Blue, and Only the Lonely.

I was never the pretty girl that all the boys wanted to take to the dance. I was always the ugly duckling that sat on the sidelines, and guys sometimes asked me to dance if they thought that someone as dowdy as me would be desperate enough to do what they wanted. Usually, I knew better, which made them angry.

Thursday, October 24, 2019

OctPoWriMo 2019: Day 24: Breathe the Poison

Image by Pete Linforth from Pixabay

Surrender to the charismatic
Greedy, self-serving lies
Of those who would empower
Themselves by climbing upon
The backs of the downtrodden
Who will work for nothing for the rest of their lives

Let yourselves be hypnotized
By the siren song of a life glamorized
By the throbbing club music of the pied piper
Who tells you all you have to do is trust in him
You will wonder what you ever did without him
He is not a self-serving psychopath at all

He is soma for the masses of disenfranchised
Overworked and unappreciated
Ripe for his lies
You too can have fame and glory
If you just breathe deeply of the toxins released
By the Cult of Personality

~Sly~


Image copyright juliahenze @123rf.com
Another one from the persistently nasty mind of Sly Fawkes, professional dissenter

Did I already share this song?
Cool. 
Here it is again.


Friday, October 11, 2019

OctPoWriMo 2019: Day 10: Touch Me Again (Choka)

Image by engin akyurt from Pixabay

I miss being held
Warm in the womb of your arms
I dream alone now
Drowning in a pool of tears
Undertow take me
I give myself to the deep
The deep majesty
Let me dream of you again
Feel your touch again
As when this flight was yet young

~Cie~



Song Inspirations:



Monday, October 7, 2019

OctPoWriMo 2019: Day 8: The Scent

Image by Artie_Navarre from Pixabay

he breathes the scent of me as he moves in
going for the kill, he can smell the sin
he thinks he knows I want what's on his mind
kills every little hope one at a time

he hates the wildness I hide inside 
he thinks it's a game when I try to hide
he gets a thrill watching my dying dreams
he loves listening to my helpless screams

he wants me to be his porcelain doll
to be his servant at his beck and call
I'd sooner live my days in poverty
than ever grant him ownership of me

~Cie~


Song Inspiration:


Rest in peace Scott Weiland

To every bastard who mentally, physically, or sexually abused and took advantage of my younger self with her low self-esteem who was so desperate to be loved, burn in hell.
These sorts of assholes seek vulnerable women to prey on. They are low-life predatory sadists. 

OctPoWriMo 2019: Day 7: Obsession

Image by Enrique Meseguer from Pixabay

Your name is always
On the tip of my tongue
But I must keep it a secret
I can't tell anyone

Your face is always
In the front of my mind
I can't see anything else
I think of you all the time

My need for you is always
In the heart of my heart
But you'll never be mine
And it tears me apart

I want you to want me
I need you so bad
But you don't even see me
Obsession has driven me mad

You look so sweet
But run hot and cold
You left me broken
Lonesome and old

You left me bitter
When your love went sour
There is no healing
My heart's a dead flower

Crushed beneath your boots
In the graveyard of time
I wish I could have you
But you'll never be mine

~Cie~


Song Inspiration:



Dedicated to the late, great Ric Ocasek.
The music lives on forever.

Sunday, October 6, 2019

OctPoWriMo 2019: Day 6: Blues for your Eyes

At the End of Everything Version 10
Photoshop Manipulation by The Real Cie

Your changing blue eyes
Hypnotize
I fell into your soul and drowned inside

You'd think I'd realize
No-one will ever hear my cries
I can't escape your frozen eyes

I keep telling myself lies
I keep telling myself that I
Don't still have the blues
For your eyes

~Cie~


Song Inspirations:

Friday, October 4, 2019

OctPoWriMo 2019: Day 5: The Garden Doorway (Tanka)

Image by Cully Barbosa from Pixabay

tell me the doorway
to the garden in your heart
may again open
to let me come in again
to let me come back to you

~Cie~


Song Inspiration:

OctPoWriMo 2019: Day 4: Gilded Cage

Image by cocoparisienne from Pixabay

A cage
Whether silver, gold, or platinum
Or wrought iron
Is still a cage

Do not follow
The edicts of charismatic cons
Do not strive to become
What others have told you that you must be

Do not wait on a messiah
Who may be centuries away
Or a boogeyman conjured
To keep people compliant

Only you can set you free

Do not let what advertisers tell you
You must be in order to be "beautiful"
Keep you locked away
Closed off from the world

Don't let the quest for silver and gold
Trap you in a crate of greed
Until your need for wealth
Becomes more a coffin than a birdcage

Only you can set you free

~Cie~


Song Inspiration: