Showing posts with label reincarnation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label reincarnation. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 26, 2022

April PAD Challenge/NaPoWriMo 2022 Day 25/26



The gal in the cover thumbnail for today's soundtrack is going surfing. I've only been to the ocean once, and that was 41 years ago. I never learned how to surf, but I developed an admiration not only for anyone who can surf but also for people who can keep their swimsuit bottoms up. 

I learned quickly that it was best for me to wear a one-piece when I rose from the ocean with sand in my drawers and my bikini bottom dropped, exposing my bottom to amused beachgoers. Never mind that horror show, let's double-dip into today's prompts.

My Own Aisling

Prompts used


Write a response poem.

The answer is in the title and the first two lines of the poem.


Write an aisling. An Aisling is an Irish poem that recounts a dream or vision featuring a woman who represents the land or country where the poet lives.

Vaudeville Reincarnated

prompts used


Write a poem using an epic simile. My simile involves a comparison between the birds that congregate in the tree outside my window and Vaudeville performers.


The prompt asks for a Haibun alluding to bird songs or a favorite songbird.

The April PAD Challenge prompt wasn't ready yet, so I'll have to crunch the prompts for the 26th and 27th tomorrow.

Once again, there is no rest for the wicked. I need to work on my story for The First Line, and I need to visit the other participants in the WEP Challenge. But first, I need something to eat. Later!

~Ornery Owl Has Spoken~


Ornery Owl says "I'm hungry!"
Free use image from Open Clipart Vectors


Hangry Wyrm says "then let's eat!"
Free use image from Pixabay


Sunday, September 19, 2021

30 Days of Haiga 2021: Reincarnation

 


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Saturday, May 2, 2020

The Return (Sonnet)

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Shall I celebrate my return to life
Or will I know I am facing more strife
Too many struggles wear a body down
Sorrow makes souls want to not come back 'round

I'll come back again because I suppose
I'll have unfinished business left in droves
Stories without endings, and the laundry
To return or not is the soul's quandary

I suppose no matter what the trouble
If asked, I'll be back here on the double
Come back again to give it one more try
How is there such a foolish soul as I?

I know some folks I'll want to see again
I wish fewer broken hearts and more friends

~cie~

NaPoWriMo: Write a poem about something that comes back. I'm the proverbial bad penny. You can't get rid of me.

April PAD Challenge: Write a praise poem. This poem sort of praises reincarnation, right?
https://www.writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides/2020-april-pad-challenge-day-30

The Inevitable Legalese and Other Blah-Blah

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Sunday, February 16, 2020

Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation: Renga With: Waiting for the Full Moon

Image by Chikai Du from Pixabay

the autumn wind:
thickets and fields also,
Fuha Barrier

© Basho

I look at the turning leaves
see future snow in the clouds

a dandelion
now and then interrupting
the butterfly's dream

© Chiyo-Ni

when I am a butterfly
will I ever dream of you

the thunderstorm having cleared up
the evening sun shines on a tree
where a cicada is chirping 

© Shiki

is there a cool night ahead
or restless humidity

simply trust:
do not also the petals flutter down,
just like that?

© Issa

I have never been the kind
to simply go with the flow

in nooks and corners
cold remains:
flowers of the plum

© Buson

promise of warmer weather
pleasant till scorching heat comes

ancient warriors ghosts
mists over the foreign highlands -
waiting for the full moon

© Chèvrefeuille

will your troubled soul drift in
for another lifelong fight

~cie~


notes
All the Ageku are belong to me.

Everything else has been credited.

WordPress users, I've been having more trouble than usual commenting on some of your blogs. I won't go into all the reasons why cie hates WordPress here, but they are many.

Friday, January 17, 2020

Carpe Diem New Beginnings: Reincarnation Wave


shrouded memories
wash to the shore like a wave
lives unremembered

shrouded memories
creeping up from the dark past
preying on my mind

wash to the shore like a wave
I wish I could float away
forgetting this strife

lives unremembered
hiding in my troubled mind
preparing to spring

~cie~


notes
We were given two Haiku by Jane Reichhold (1937 - 2016) with which to create a "fusion-ku," and from there, to create a Troiku. Here are Jane's Haiku. My "sleigh" is a Senryu rather than a Haiku, but so it goes.

a huge wave
thundering across the beach
my birthday

sky-clad
the new-born comes wrapped
in previous lives

Wednesday, January 15, 2020

Carpe Diem Tan Renga Wednesday: Persimmon


When I ate a persimmon
The bell rung
The Horyuji temple
sound from another lifetime
calling me to remember

~shiki & cie~


notes
The Hokku was written by Masaoka Shiki (1867-1902). The Ageku was created by me. I do believe that reincarnation is a possibility. I do not reveal this as an invitation to debate, merely as a statement of my thoughts on the matter.

Tuesday, November 19, 2019

November PAD Chapbook Challenge 2019: Day 14: A Fetch Story Poem: Man Becomes Myth

Image by vishnu vijayan from Pixabay

he thinks that
he's a simple man
but he is
a legend
he is a million deep dreams
I a silent sigh

A Shadorma for Gerry from Pepper

Note:
Today's November PAD Chapbook Challenge was to write a myth poem. It didn't have to be about an established myth. I wrote another Fetch story poem. 

Gerry Clifford, the story's male protagonist, came from a working-class background and became a successful and well-paid musician. He never thought of himself as a rock star and made a point not to indulge in "rock star" attitudes. 

Pepper Baiij, the story's female protagonist, is a troubled woman whose family always wanted to be wealthy and instilled the belief in her that if you are anything but a member of high society, you are nothing. Pepper believes herself to be fatally flawed and can't understand how Gerry could feel anything but disdain for her.

Gerry sees himself as a very simple person and can't imagine why anyone would take the least bit of interest in him outside of his skill set. To Pepper, Gerry is a legend and impossibly high above her.

The image references another part of the story. Pepper and Gerry met previously in an ill-fated lifetime on a dying planet where she was a powerless princess of a ruthless dictatorship ruled over by her brutal older half-brother and Gerry was a lowly thief captured by said half-brother and presented to the princess as a replacement for the bodyguard her brother killed in a fit of rage. This gesture was intended as a jest on the part of the king, but the princess accepted the diminutive, elven thief as her new bodyguard and the pair formed a powerful though ultimately ill-fated bond.

Sunday, September 1, 2019

Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #100: Indian Summer


I
after a warm day
a thin layer of fresh fallen snow
covers the garden

after a warm day
sweat slick on the back of neck
I dream of autumn

a thin layer of fresh fallen snow
on some faraway mountains
elsewhere but not here

covers the garden
there are not that many trees
a few fallen leaves

II
Indian Summer
inbetween seasons
roses bloom again

Indian summer
this was never his color
he was always pale

inbetween seasons
he exists between the worlds
observing sorrow

roses bloom again
another life lies ahead
the thought is tiresome

For Gem from Cie 
and 
Gerry from Pepper


Notes:
The "sleighs" of these Troiku were created by Chèvrefeuille. The horses of the apocalypse were wrangled into a story poem or collective of disjointed and depressive thoughts by me. Happy Pumpkin Spice Senryu to you.

Monday, October 29, 2018

OctPoWriMo 2018: Day 29: Three of Swords

At the Beginning of the End Version 6
Photoshop Manipulation by The Real Cie

In unity were we well met
But that was before
My soul was crushed by the duality
Of everything and nothingness
When my soul was still filled with belief
In things spiritual and mystical
Now nothing is left but pain and sadness
Within this empty human life
You were perfection
I was lucky to find you
In a life full of suffering
You were a gift of great auspiciousness
I was destroyed when I lost you
And now all I have
Is loneliness
And nothingness
Eternally

Ondina Rvaga
Regent, Lost Zecor


Notes for Nerds: 
This is one of the story poems for Team Netherworld's WIP, Fetch.
The story, at its core, is Cthulhu Mythos fan fiction combined with elements from an original Star Trek episode (The Lights of Zetar) which gave me nightmares from the time I first saw it at the age of ten years old. 
Ondina Rvaga is a reluctant princess of Western Zecor on the planet Zetar 6. She spends her time working in a laboratory, using her empathic gifts to heal the victims of her violent and sadistic brother King Qweh if she can, compassionately dispatching them to the realm of spirit if she cannot. 
The people of West Zecor love the Princess Ondina and know her to be kind, but they also realize that she does not have much power to help them. Her brother is extremely powerful and controls the armies of West Zecor. Brutal soldiers happily do his bidding. 
Ondina is miserable in her existence. She does not expect to find love. She had been expected to marry her twenty-four-year-old half-brother, Prince Qweh, when she was twelve years old. She was resigned to her fate, believing herself blessed until she discovered Qweh's true, brutal nature. At that point, she used her healing gifts in reverse and destroyed her reproductive organs so she could never conceive an heir for the corrupt regime. 
Qweh knew that Ondina loved her people and couldn't bear to see them in pain. Over the years, he reveled in watching her suffer as she attempted to heal those devastated by the brutal attacks of his armies.
After Qweh groped her during a scouting mission, Ondina attempted to commit suicide by jumping from a precipice. She was encouraged by the spirit of Serab's twin brother Joub to repair her injuries. He promised her that someone who would bring the love that she could never have imagined was about to enter her life.
Days later, Serab was apprehended by King Qweh's lackeys and brought to Ondina as a joke. The king laughingly postulated that the tiny Serab, who stood approximately five feet three inches tall, replace Ondina's previous bodyguard, who had been slain by Qweh in a fit of rage. Ondina, however, did not see the suggestion as a joke. She claimed Serab as her bodyguard and assistant and treated him with a compassion which he had not thought possible from a member of West Zecor's wicked royal family.
Serab and Ondina were smitten with each other from the start but initially attempted to keep their feelings in check.
When the ill-advised sorcery of King Qweh under the direction of Yadira, High Priestess of Nyarlathotep, caused the demon sultan Azathoth to trigger the small sun in Zetar's binary star system to begin consuming the large sun, the majority of Zecor's residents fled to other worlds. Ondina, Serab, and Ondina's longtime friend and caretaker Xegran along with Qweh and his most devoted lackeys were still on the planet when the gamma rays rendered their spaceships useless. 
Ondina had planned all along to take herself, Serab, and Xegran through a gate to "the realm of the Yellow Sun," a peaceful, primitive world many light years away. Qweh demanded that Ondina bring himself and his toadies along as well. When she refused, he beheaded Xegran and brutalized Ondina. Serab was slain when he stepped in to defend his beloved. In spite of his protests, Ondina dispatched his spirit and that of Xegran to the Realm of the Yellow Sun.
Although Qweh and his lackeys were unable to invade the new world, they were not doomed to an inevitable death. Utilizing scientific and mystical abilities taught to him by the powerful High Priestess Yadira, Qweh caused the astral bodies of himself and his companions to form a community of pure energy; for all intents and purposes, a giant, malevolent brain. The hive entity sped away from the doomed world, leaving Ondina to her fate.
The traumatized Ondina believed herself to be at fault for the death of her old friend and her beloved. She tenderly lay each of their bodies in state beside her and spent the next six hours dying with only her regrets for company. She resolved to stay well away from Serab forever so that Qweh would not punish her by harming him in future lifetimes.
The heartbroken Serab never forgot Ondina. In lifetime after lifetime, he attempted to find her, although he forgot the exact nature of his original purpose. 
Serab was reunited with Ondina during his most recent lifetime, although they did not encounter each other in the flesh. He was, for all intents and purposes, part of the spirit world. Although his body still lived, he was no longer able to function properly through it. Gerry was a Fetch, an Irish term essentially describing a ghost which has a body that still lives but through which it is temporarily or permanently unable to interface.
Ondina had reincarnated as Pepper Baiij, a troubled woman with strong mediumistic abilities which she tended to write off as delusion. Pepper knew who Gerry was. Along with his brother, Paul, he was a well-known musician whose work she admired.
Pepper was the only person who could help Gerry, who was being pursued by Yadira Root. This left Gerry in a precarious position. On a good day, Pepper believed strongly in her abilities and in Gerry's affection for her. On a bad day, her self-deprecation caused her to believe that she was merely insane, and/or that Gerry was yet another cad who would use her to get what he wanted and then leave her high and dry.
The story is far from finished, although it has, sadly, had to be back-burnered recently. These story-poems are, I feel, a valid form of keeping it viable.

Wednesday, October 17, 2018

OctPoWriMo 2018: Day 16: Bonded Eternally

Serab as a teenager

His twin brother Joub, slain at age 13 by Qweh's soldiers

Dearest, beloved brother
We were born in hell
Dearest, beloved brother
Never in peace to dwell
Scapegoated, seen as lesser
We were born in hell
Tortured by our oppressors
Nonetheless, we had one treasure
Scapegoated, seen as lesser
We had a blessing without measure
The bond that was between us
Nonetheless, we had one treasure
We had one another's trust
You sacrificed yourself for me 
The bond that was between us
From this grief I'll never be free
Dearest, beloved brother
Until your face I may once again see
Dearest, beloved brother

Serab
In memory of his brother, Joub
On the occasion of their sixteenth birthday


Notes:
Elf brother images purchased from 123rf.com
Creator information appears on the lower right corner of the angel and demon brother images.
Nerdy trivia, mostly for the benefit of the members of Team Netherworld.
Serab is a major character in Team Netherworld's long-running WIP, Fetch. He is the previous incarnation of the story's main male protagonist, Gerry Clifford.
In his most recent lifetime, Joub reincarnated as Gerry's younger brother, Paul. 
The brothers are platonic soul mates, who were originally the sixth and seventh sons of Lucifer. 

 Malak, the sixth son of Lucifer, later incarnated as Serab the Thief on Zecor (Zetar 6) and most recently as Gerry Clifford on Earth
Malak is of the Celestial order of Greater Spirits

Arion, the Seventh Son of Lucifer
Created by Lucifer from Malak's heartfelt wish for a best friend
Later incarnated as Joub, the twin brother of Serab, on the troubled planet Zecor 
Most recently incarnated as Paul Clifford
Arion is of the Infernal order of Greater Spirits







Wednesday, April 18, 2018

The Dead World


Perennial tears descend in gems
From the eyes of those who remember when
They weep: from off their delicate stems
Where leaves will never grow again
Eternal dews come down in drops
In a flood which seems will never stop
They wave: from out their fragrant tops
Poison rain destroys good crops
And weep above a nameless grave!
In this world where nothing can be saved
Over the lilies there that wave
On the seashore, near the cave
In myriad types of the human eye
None of them notice when I cry
Over the violets there that lie
My breath escapes in a hopeless sigh
Uneasily from morn till even
I search in vain to find a reason
That rustle through the unquiet Heaven
Naught is revealed in study or sweven
Ah, by no wind those clouds are driven
In vain another day I've striven
Around the misty Hebrides!
A voice moans mournful through the trees
That palpitate like the chill seas
Ah, by no wind are stirred those trees
The moans cause the blood in my veins to freeze
Over the magic solitude
A feeling of terror doth intrude
Nothing save the airs that brood
Can be envisioned or construed
Nothing there is motionless
An invisible hand my cheek does caress
The sad valley's restlessness
Brings to my soul a deep distress
Now each visitor shall confess
Now each mind will begin to regress
The red sunlight lazily lay
Over the kingdom far away
In the midst of which all day
The devout bow their heads to pray
To keep watch above the flowers
To drive away the terror of the hours
Nightly, from their azure towers
Whilst death rains from the sky in showers
Trusting to the mild-eyed stars
To take them somewhere very far
They had gone unto the wars
Knowing not what they were fighting for
Where the people did not dwell
The world made a living hell
Once it smiled a silent dell
O'er the land rang the sound of a funeral bell

By Cie and Gem and Gerry and Pepper
With apologies and thanks to Edgar Allan Poe

http://www.napowrimo.net/day-eighteen-4/



Saturday, April 7, 2018

Serab's Senryu: The Ghosts of What Was

Zetar's End Version 13
Photoshop Manipulation by The Real Cie

Sometimes I sense ghosts
From a world long dead and gone
I weep for what was

~Serab~

Cie's notes:
Serab is a past incarnation of the musician Gerry Clifford, the main male protagonist in Team Netherworld's eternal WIP, Fetch. Serab was a resident of Zetar 6 (Zecor), a world with a binary star system where the smaller sun began pulling energy off the larger sun, setting off a nova which destroyed the inner planets and rendered the sixth planet incapable of sustaining life.
Serab in spirit form viewed the nova just before being relocated to a place which his beloved Princess Ondina, a powerful sorceress, referred to as "the Realm of the Yellow Sun." 
In her grief and guilt over Serab's murder by her brutal and jealous megalomaniac brother King Qweh, Ondina believed it necessary that she and Serab should never again cross paths. Serab's longing for Ondina eventually overrode her spell, and, near the end of his lifetime as Gerry Clifford, he found her again. She had reincarnated as Pepper Baiij, a medium living with major mental illness whose life had never gone quite right.
As Gerry and Pepper became reacquainted and their love rekindled, memories of their past incarnations on Zecor were awakened, and an old and dangerous foe re-emerged in the form of Yadira Root, a powerful high priestess of Nyarlathotep, whose plans for Gerry were most unsavory.
TL:DR
We majorly deviated from the prompt given today.


Wednesday, October 11, 2017

The Cheese Grates It: 30 Days of Haiga 2017 Day 28 + OctPoWriMo 2017 Day 11: Play For Me

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Verse and text by The Real Cie

Note:
This image features Malcolm Young doing what he did so well before dementia robbed him of his ability to remember how to do this or to remember who the people he cared about most were.
I hate this damn disease. It makes me sick, sad, and angry.
Even if it seems unrealistic, I have to believe that he either no longer functions through this body (his brother has stated that he isn't in there at all anymore, and I think few people would know better than one's soul mate) or one day he will wake up free of that body and remember everything.
I believe in at least the possibility of some pretty esoteric shit. You're free to believe it or not. It's really no skin off my nose either way.
This man did not deserve what is happening to him. It's horrible and it's wrong. To quote young Calvin of Calvin and Hobbes fame, "it's either mean or it's arbitrary, and either way, it gives me the creeps."
Isn't Calvin middle-aged now?
Even so, you know Hobbes is still with him.
In closing, fuck you Dementia. 
This is why horror movies don't scare me. Real life is far more terrifying.
I hope that we get at least a bit of respite between lives.
Yes, I actually do believe in at least the possibility of reincarnation. You're free to believe the same or not. I'm not here to argue. 
Quoth the barista: "I'm just here to express."

~The Cheese Hath Grated It~





Monday, April 17, 2017

NaPoWriMo 2017: Day 17: N is for Nocturne


I want to sing you to sleep
When you wake
You will be far away from this place
And all the pain you have known
Remember who you are
Remember your kindness and your principles
Know that someone always loves you
More than anything
Please forget me
And the sorrows you've been through
In this terrible world
My heart will always be true
Only to you
Forget me, my love
For I can only bring you sorrow
And you have known more than enough of that
Sleep now
Wake again in the world of the Yellow Sun

Princess Ondina
for her Serab



Notes:
Princess Ondina and Serab are two of the primary characters from Team Netherworld's WIP novel, Fetch. The story can be found at peppersfetch.blogspot.com

Cross-posted to:
poetryofthenetherworld.blogspot.com
peppersfetch.blogspot.com
strandsofeternity.blogspot.com

Friday, October 28, 2016

OctPoWriMo 2016: Day 28: Sea Shells



Serab:
We walked on the seashore lives ago
You were the most wonderful thing I knew
You sent me away, you say to save me
At that moment, I lost not only life
But all the hope that you had given me
To know that I would not see you again
Was worse than the most terrifying death
At times I wished that we had never met

Ondina:
I lost my world and worse, I lost my love
But you knew not what could be done to you
I love you more than the stars in the sky
More than all the seashells on every shore
I love you and miss you eternally

Form:
Blank verse/free form sonnet
http://thepoetsgarret.com/2016Challenge/form09.html




Wednesday, October 19, 2016

OctPoWriMo 2016: Day 19: Trees



The morning when we walked beneath
The arch of trees in the royal glade
I knew we would be leaving our world behind
I ignored the feeling of doom rising in my soul
I turned my dark premonition to Aubade
Because I wanted for our future to be one of joy
On that day, I lost everything
My hopes for our tomorrow
My dreams for our new beginning
I lost my world
I lost you
Perhaps that is why in my current lifetime
The coming of morning 
Always makes me melancholy
I wish I could always sleep and never wake
I wish I could dream forever of you
But then the damned yellow sun
Comes through the window and forces me to remember
What was and what can never be again

Pepper, channeling Ondina's past life memories

Form:
Aubade (sort of)
http://thepoetsgarret.com/autonomous.html#aubade


Thursday, October 13, 2016

OctPoWriMo 2016: Day 13: Lament for Zecor


Lament for Zecor

Zecor, my home world
Beautiful you were
Your pristine waters flowing
Like the hopes in my young heart
Beneath the gentle glow of the twin suns

The reign of an evil so extreme
Corrupted everything 
Hatred took its toll
The small sun began to feed off of the larger
A malevolent haze glowed constantly in your once beautiful skies

Lost forever were you, Zecor
And lost with you was I
Unfortunate Princess Ondina
I always thought that I would never find love
Then one day love came quickly
And was as quickly taken from me

I died with you, Zecor
On the day the larger sun went nova
But my heart died at the moment
That I sent my love away
Far across the galaxy

The ghosts of Zecor still roam
Damned, restless spirits, attempting to invade
Destroying the unfortunate minds of their victims
In attempt to fulfill the insane quest of a madman

Spurred on by the vain hope of pleasing
The crone who serves the malignant master
In whose veins flows blood as cold as death
The joke will be on you when you discover
You were nothing but his pawns

I was drawn many miles from Zecor
Across time and space by a need so extreme
My love could be alone no longer 
My broken heart could not resist his call

Fear not, Serab, your Ondina will never allow
You to be enslaved by the one who made the king a jester
All the riches in this world can't save you
Any more than Zecor could have been saved

The love in my heart will be your salvation
Your Ondina will not be taken from you again
 Zecor is dead
But our love remains forever

For Serab
From Ondina

Form: Epic/Narrative, Personification

https://poetsonthepage.blogspot.com/

Wednesday, October 12, 2016

OctPoWriMo 2016: Day 12: Strong Love


Strong Love

How can something so soft and gentle have such power
Our love is strong enough
To defy space and time

You sent me worlds away to keep me safe
Yet the need I have for you
Was strong enough to draw you back to me

A love this strong must not be denied
A force this powerful is sure to prevail
Soft as a feather, strong as a hurricane

 Do not be so surprised, my sweet
That you could be the focal point
Of a love stronger than time

Of a love stronger than death

Of a love stronger than the Universe

Of a love stronger than your fears or mine

Serab/Gerry
for
Ondina/Pepper

Form: Narrative, Free verse

https://poetsonthepage.blogspot.com/