Showing posts with label putting my feet in the dirt. Show all posts
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Wednesday, November 17, 2021

November PAD Challenge 2021: Don't Let Auntie Mabel Bless the Table

 

There was no rule saying that Auntie Mabel must be human

Don’t let Auntie Mabel bless the table
She’ll just make a monstrous mess of things
Does that madwoman even own a mirror?
Perhaps someone could give her one as a reward
It would be a refreshing gift to us
If Auntie Mabel got sidelined while searching for a pot of gold
A silver lining at the end of the rainbow
To miss out on Crazy Aunt Mabel and her zingers and zephyrs
And all of her chatter about Xenops and Xerus
Mystic mall cops and maroon feather dusters
Madcap Mabel’s madness is caddy and contagious

~ornery owl~

notes
Xenops is a group of small birds found in Central and South America. Rather than being a single species, Xenops is a genus – a group of closely-related species.

Definition of Xerus: a genus of coarse-haired long-tailed African ground squirrels that somewhat resemble prairie dogs in their habits.

prompts


Prompt: Write an "object" poem.
My initial thought was that the object of focus should be the mirror, as in the weekend writing prompt. Auntie Mabel is the real focus of the poem, but she isn't an object. The poem contains numerous objects, so there is no need to choose just one!


Prompt: 
Write a free-verse poem.
What a fabulous idea!
Free-verse is my favorite.




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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

xaBA, xbAB, xaBA, xbAB

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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~



Wednesday, November 27, 2019

Sandcastle Creations


I remember playing in the sandbox as a child
Hands digging into warm orange-golden grains
My sandcastles were, in reality
Nothing but cloddish bucket shapes
But, languishing in my imagination
I saw them as wondrous perpendicular spires
Climbing up and up to dizzy heights
Where a virtuous knight played out his heroic role
In the theatre of my mind

I couldn’t have imagined then
How pedestrian my life would become
No longer able to earn a stable income
I sit before the computer’s typewriter keyboard
Praying that the laconic moments
Will be few and far between
As I attempt to form a story
Of a dashing but broken hero
Through the curtains I see shadows of branches

~Cie~




Notes:
I chose the picture because from the back, at any rate, this is very much what I looked like as a child. There is no way I could have known what would become of me or my life. If that little girl had known what kind of worthless and hideously ugly creature she would become, she wouldn't have wanted to live.

I didn't stay cute for long. Even around six years old, it was becoming apparent that I had a terrible overbite. Two years of braces and that dreadful Martian headgear left me with a crossbite, which doesn't play a part in my appearance, but it is uncomfortable. It also left me with dead nerves in a couple of my front teeth and it couldn't close the gaps between my teeth. I ended up having to get an abscess removed, root canals, and caps on my six top front teeth to hide the remaining gaps and the fact that my left front tooth and left incisor are black from the nerve damage.

Dental veneers can hide how ugly my top front teeth are, but nothing can hide how ugly my face is as a whole, unfortunately. I am not at all a good-looking person, and in a world that is biassed towards a certain type of beauty, it has hurt me very much to be as ugly as I am.

Tuesday, August 20, 2019

Corrupted


Image by John Hain from Pixabay

You think yourself genuine and virtuous
A beacon of light for all the good people
Good people like you, that is

You're a real shooting star
You pride yourself on being a straight shooter
Straight from your mouth into their heart

And if someone is hurt by your callous words
Well, whose fault is that?
These special snowflakes need to toughen up

Some people have everything they need
Right from the start, pretty in a certain way
Always knowing they're wanted

For some people, it's always the edge of summer
Always hoping that this year will be the year
When everything finally changes for the better

You, amazing, wonderful, virtuous you
Dismiss these wannabe losers
With a sniff and an offhand gesture

You congratulate yourself for your ability
To agitate, to debate, to concentrate your hate
Onto the tip of your poison tongue

I'd rather go blind
Than be anything like you
For even a micro-portion of a nanosecond

You believe your vicious declarations are a gift
Truth straight from a horse's ass
To the hurting hearts of the world's outcasts

So sanctimonious, so contentious
No matter how you beautify the outside
The inside is still corrupt as a decaying casualty
 Of your insidious verbal war

When your words cause people to hate themselves
To consider suicide rather than live one more day
Among monsters such as you

I submit that you, not they
Are the failure, the loser, the washout
The unwanted, the unneeded, the parasite

Turn your eyes inside
And judge the real ugliness
That you find in your dead, putrefying soul

~Cie~

Prompts Used:

Notes:
These words are not directed at any specific individual. They paint a composite portrait, illustrating a certain type of personality: the kind of person who believes in being harshly judgmental and "brutally honest," which, in reality, translates to: "I want a license to behave cruelly. It gives me a sadistic kick to destroy others. I act as if I'm the picture of perfection. In reality, I am covering for my own inferiority complex at the expense of vulnerable people."