Showing posts with label poetry forms. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry forms. Show all posts

Saturday, November 20, 2021

November PAD Challenge 2021: How to Bake the Perfect Pecan Pie for You

 


question and reply
how would you bake pecan pie
good enough for compliments?
I desire no insults
when I serve pecan pie to you

~ornery owl~

prompted


Prompt: Write a Wayra

The elements of the Wayra are:

1.a pentastich, a poem in 5 lines.
2.syllabic, 5-7-7-6-8
3.unrhymed.

I know I broke the rules by rhyming my first and second lines, but it just worked so perfectly that I couldn't help myself.

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Prompt: Write a Blank You poem.
Not wanting to write the obvious, I wrote about how I'm trying to bake the perfect pecan pie for your undeserving ass.



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Thursday, November 18, 2021

November PAD Challenge 2021: The Ghost of Thanksgiving

 


Ornery Owl Sez: This Bop is a Bit Bleak. 

If you prefer to avoid morose verse, you have been warned.


As a child, I could look forward to the third Thursday in November

Being a time to refresh and connect, a day of quiet, untroubled play

In the home where I lived during the year that everything was almost perfect

Except for the ferocious bullying I endured at school, but so it goes

There may have been a fire burning bright in the fireplace

When we sat down at the table, I was truly thankful


For whom the bell tolls, time marches on


In current times I've found that everything has changed 

Time does not crawl, it hurtles forth like a bullet train

Crushing my memories beneath its merciless wheels

It took loved ones and ideas from me without a backward glance

There is no doorway through which I can return to that year of perfect holidays

But if I could find a filament of the hopefulness I felt

Perhaps I could sew patches over the holes in my heart

Maybe I could recall the feeling of the third Thursday in November


For whom the bell tolls, time marches on


I sit staring out the window wondering who I think I'm fooling

For decades now Thanksgiving has only been a harried mess

We usually don't even celebrate it on Thursday if we bother with it at all

It's just a day when the stores won't be open if I need something

My father believed in the promise of Thanksgiving

But he has been gone now for eleven years


For whom the bell tolls, time marches on

~ornery owl~

prompts


I changed the poem's title from "The Ghost at the Table" to "The Ghost of Thanksgiving" as I thought it was a better fit.


Prompt: Write a poem about an epiphany experienced regarding the holidays. 
Perhaps the child I was experienced the unfortunate epiphany that a happy holiday does not guarantee a lifetime of happiness.
Perhaps the older adult me experienced the epiphany that although the holidays can never be the same I can still make them happy if I care to.
Perhaps it's a bit of both.


Prompt: Write a Thursday poem


Prompt: Write a Bop poem



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Tuesday, November 16, 2021

November PAD Challenge Day 16: Skeletons at the Feast

 


Humans marching like zombies towards the doors of extinction
Never taking the time to balance the scales
We don’t want to do anything that would inconvenience us
It is still within our power to change the end of our tales

Like vandals on Halloween, humans damage the Earth
Politicians are a species that no one can trust
It is still within our power to change the end of our tales
We don’t want to do anything that would inconvenience us

There are options before us, but still, we choose doom
Corporations enchanted by the prospect of sales
We don’t want to do anything that would inconvenience us
It is still within our power to change the end of our tales

Essential essentials and worn-out wigs
Meaningless trinkets for which humanity lusts
It is still within our power to change the end of our tales
We don’t want to do anything that would inconvenience us

~ornery owl~

Planning ahead like a mofo, I chose most of these prompts a day early!


I changed the title of the poem from strangers at the feast to skeletons at the feast as I found it more fitting.



Prompt: Enchanted

Prompt: Halloween

Prompt: Write a Form or Anti-Form Poem


Prompt: Write a Mirrored Refrain

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Thursday, October 7, 2021

Helloween 2021 Day 7: Ode to October

 


Background image by Beth Teutschman on Unsplash
Text art and effects by Ornery Owl (Cara Hartley)

A Praiseful Panegyric Poem Portrayed with Pumpkins and Prettily Penned

I have a fountain of praise for October
I don't have to think it over
golden leaves fall like money
cool breeze blows and the sun shines like honey
on all the spooky pumpkins in the patch
dreaming of becoming jack-o-lanterns

the prompts

Money


October

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Sunday, March 28, 2021

End of the Road (Kyrielle)

 

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wander across the Universe
spilling out my accursed verse
I'm carrying my heavy load
to the end of life's winding road

lost like a child left motherless
a heavy burden in my breast
dry ground where once the river flowed
to the end of life's winding road

rolling on to the bitter end
wond'ring if any called me friend
will I walk off with debt still owed
to the end of life's winding road?

~cie~


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Sunday, November 29, 2020

Hold Me Again

 


I wish that it was possible
to ask you to come hold me now
to feel your kiss upon my brow

our love was once unstoppable
or at least so it seemed to me
back when you set my spirit free

I try to do what's practical
but there's no way I can forget
you were the best that I've had yet

back then our love felt tropical
but over time your heart went cold
I wish I'd never been so bold

my methods are not tactical
I am no good at trickery
you would easily see through me

a raging stream not crossable
I see you on the other side
now I just want to run and hide

you once made my heart feel so full
but suspicion and jealousy
drove you to pull away from me

our love had a magnetic pull
but my dark heart could not believe
that you could give yourself to me

if there but were a crucible
where I could melt your frozen heart
I'd never again let us part

is it in some way plausible
that we could work to fix our love
and once again be hand in glove

your love for me untraceable
I wish I had not let you go
I love you more than you can know

~cie~

Write a love or anti-love poem

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Friday, December 13, 2019

The Gothic Greek Giant: An Evocative Espinela

Image by André Santana from Pixabay
I don't know if he's very Gothic, but he is large and greenish.

I saw the Gothic Greek Giant
taking giant strides cool and slow
I don't know where he wants to go
laid back, but never compliant

although he is not defiant
the giant will never conform
he doesn't need to be the norm
he just wants to do his own thing
to paint pictures or sometimes sing
or just hang out and watch a storm

~Cie~