Heeding Haiku: Senryu for Sadness

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never leaving me

I carry you in my heart

sadness, my partner

~cie~

Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, November 6th 2019, Halloween (Senryu)

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I miss the lost days

when I believed in magic

I miss Halloween

~Cie~

Carpe Diem Renga with Jane Reichhold: Placing the Flute

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wind perfumed

from a woman's shoulder

desert night

beauty of the soul hidden

beneath harsh exterior

dancing on the beach

I jab a stick into the sky

to break up the blue

blue for those loved by the world

sky is never blue for me

days so complete

words become the calls of birds

the high tide wind

what would it be to feel joy

satisfied at the day's end

placing the flute

against her lips something

slips into place

stupid girl that I once was

believing I could be more

I'm not old

all night my eyes have held

the ancient stars

I was broken before birth

my heart has never been young

moon white water

lovers in the secret cove

Saturday night

I walk on by full knowing

there is nothing there for me

~Jane & Cie~

Notes:

It's possible that for once in my train wreck of an existence I managed to follow directions and didn't, say, create Troiku where Renga was called for. SMDH at my failure to brain when it comes to even the simplest things.

The Hokku (Haiku) of these Renga were created by Jane Reichhold (1937 - 2016). The Ageku (two-line stanza) were created by me.

NaPoWriMo 2019: Day 18: A Soul Dull and Filled with Pain

I Blinked and the World Was Gone Version 5

Copyright The Real Cie

A life lost and lonely from first cry

A soul not soothed by any lullaby

Days are hopeless, dull, and filled with pain

Till the moment when the unwanted ones are left alone to die

~Cie~

Notes:

The poem style is Rubai. This is a brief poetry form requiring the story to be told in four lines. I believe I have accomplished this.

OctPoWriMo 2018: Day 31: What It Is

Copyright Linnaea Mallette

Love is an endless

Eternal infinity

Sharing our sorrow

Some patches of happiness

In our purgatory; life

~Cie~

Fetch: Dreamland Dictionary

A cup of dreams by dandingeroz

A teacup means I drink you in

A hammer means my heart you'll break

A seagull means you've flown away

To the land where breezes carry the stench of decay

A ballet slipper means

I'm dancing through lost dreams

Of childhood long gone

Of hope torn at the seams

Shark means I'm consumed by troubles

Wobbly table, my precarious ground

I'm cast out because no-one wants to bear witness

As the tears from my eyes stream down

A dentist in my dreams 

Means I should shut my damn mouth

Before I say the wrong words

And everything goes south

A rowboat means I want to sail away

To where my lost seagull has flown

Take me with you to the Land of Dreams

I can't bear to be here on my own

~For Gerry from Pepper~

 Notes:

Much of Team Netherworld's story, Fetch, takes place in the Dreamlands of Earth, a fantastical realm created by H.P. Lovecraft. 

Word Salad:

Teacup

Hammer

Seagull

Ballet slipper

Shark

Wobbly table

Dentist

Rowboat

The Visitor

The Visitor by Janet Mayled

 

The Visitor

 

The light appears to crest in waves

You dance in my dreams

Bringing with you the ghosts of a million years past

They blow away like smoke on a breeze

But you remain

 

Ethereal like morning mist

Glorious, gossamer shade

Yet more real than all the seemingly essential trappings

Which we greedy humans think we cannot do without

Your unearthly beauty holds fast

 

You strengthen and destroy my heart

Shatter everything I previously held to be true

The mournful ghosts of the past dance behind you

Reflections on a window

You wave your hand and they vanish

 

I wish with all my heart and soul

That I could hold you in my hand

That I could put the broken pieces of you back together

My darling dichotomy

Powerful, broken, beautiful you

 

You are everything that dreams are made of

Sweet ecstasy, beautiful nightmare

Builder and destroyer of worlds

Unicorn in the glass menagerie

I hold the pieces of you in my hands

 

My tears fall like rain on the ground

New year, new day, new loss

Rough winds destroy the darling buds of May

Like the petals of a flower torn apart in a hurricane

The ashes of the lost ones blow away

 ~Cie~

 

Theme prompt: Reflections on a window

The light appears to crest in waves – Radiance by Wally Swist

Wish For Dreams That Never Come True

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Wish For Dreams That Never Come True

 

Why bother to wish

On shooting stars for those things

I know cannot be

 

~Cie~

 

 

Love is the Ten of Swords

I love you.
Not just when it's tragically hip to do so.
Not just when your band is the "in thing."
Not just when you're young and unconventionally handsome.
Not just when things are going good.
Not because I'm a pretty girl (I'm not) who likes to prove she can get any man she sets her mind to.
Not only when it's a nice day or I'm hypomanic or at least the charnel smell isn't blowing down from the damn meat packing plant to the North of where I live.
Not even only when your beautiful, sharp mind is at its best and you're cooking up something new and wonderful.
I love you when it hurts like hell to do so.
I love you because you deserve to be loved.
I love you because you were, are, and always will be a cut above.
I love you because you're beautiful in the ways that really count.
I love you even though I know how it makes me look.
I love you even though it makes my heart feel like it's being ripped out by dull razor blades and sometimes stabbed through by burning swords.
It never ends--I always will love you.

Please visit this very talented artist. http://elric2012.deviantart.com/art/Ten-of-Swords-190084600

~Cie~

 

Cross-Posted to:

Dream about Me Sweet Brother

(NSFW blog. Contains slash/explicit gay erotica)

 

Poetry of the Netherworld

 

 

Even when he started showing signs of how frail and sick he was becoming, he still didn’t want to be a burden to anyone, and so he kept trying to be strong and do what he believed was right.

And so, this is why I can’t stop talking about him.

That and the fact that he saved my life more than once when I was a miserable, lonely, scapegoated, mentally ill teenager just by making music that was for people like me, not for the “cool” kids, but for the rejects, for the lonely, the angry, the pissed off. For people who everyone else thought was worthless. Malcolm Young did not give a rare rat fuck about being cool. I loved that about him—love that about him.

Always in the present tense, because that is a feeling that will never die.

Trapped

 Not my art. I wish! Afraid I don't know the source.

Trapped 

I feel like I’m trapped

In one of those old movies where the earth does open

I thought we could find some place to anchor

But we are still adrift, floating

 

O tired song of what we thought

Repeating endlessly within our heads

Mocking the reality of what we now know is truth

Sometimes it takes too damn long to become dead

 

I used to think if I could go back in time

I’d beat my younger self just like a thug

But these days I’ve so much sympathy in me

I’d give that lost and hurting soul a hug

 

We cannot foresee what is to come

The moments of happiness are few and far between

The moments of tragedy weigh us down like stones

I would not wish on anyone the things I’ve felt and seen

 

People do not long for youth to be young and pretty

We long for youth so we don’t have to know

About all the losses we will face in life

The myriad of sorrows stoop our shoulders when we’re old

 

~Cie~

Prompts used:

1. those old movies where the earth does open – Fault by Ron Koertge
2. but we are still adrift, floating – Song Book by Naomi Shihab Nye
3. O tired song of what we thought -The Snow Leopard Mother by Jennifer K. Sweeney

 

Love in the Time of Pain

Love in the Time of Pain

 

The love we feel

When things are going well

Comes easy enough

 

The test of our mettle

Is the love that we feel

When the road has gone rough

 

Love in the time of joy

Is a happy dance

Of a springtime song

 

Love in the time of pain

Is the sky crying tears

In a world gone wrong

 

Love in the time of joy

Carries you through the day

On angel wings

 

Love in the time of pain

Makes the soul want to run away

From what the new day brings

 

A sword through the heart

Reveals the true depth

Of the love within

 

~Cie~

What the Fuck Brain?

What the Fuck, Brain?

In a different kind of Move Like Jagger

I'm gonna stick my hand in my heart

Rip it out

And spill my blood all over the page

I've lost my fucking head

The reason will soon become clear

In everything that's said

I said I wanted to put you in my pocket and keep you safe

I started thinking that I wanted to hug you

Until your memory came back

So I could see the light turn on in your eyes once again

I started thinking that you always looked a little sad

I started thinking that I wished I could soothe your sorrow

Cuddle away your blues or some such squishy-headed foolishness

Then I started thinking

Shame on me for what I started thinking

Fucking Midnight Confession style thoughts

About a married man

I started thinking that I want to do bad things with you

Like that's gonna fucking accomplish anything

Like that's gonna bring you back

Like what the hell is wrong with me?

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And then the fucking dam burst

I haven't been able to cry about this

Even though I've talked about it till I'm blue in the face

What the fuck

What the fuck

What the fuck

Is wrong with the Universe?

Everything dies

But you don't create something so beautiful

Just to utterly destroy it

For however wrong my thoughts are

(And I hate myself for them)

They're nowhere near close to as wrong

As what's been done to you

Everything is in vain

Life is pain

Hope is folly

Confession is good for the tabloids

Some things try their best to be strong

Although they're actually fragile

I want to put you in my pocket

And keep you safe forever

~Cie~

For Malcolm Young

For those who think that AC/DC is nothing but a party band, this deep cut from the underrated Powerage album shows another side. At the heart of it, they're a hard-driving blues-rock band. They are the best of things.

Cross-Posted to:

Poetry of the Netherworld

Rattling Bones Undead Musician Magazine

My Wish

My Wish

Things are going well for me

I'm happy in my career

I've found the love of my life

I like the place where I live

I miss my dad, my uncle, and my little grand-nephew, who was only with us for a short time

The rest of my family is doing okay for the most part

But some of them are struggling

I wish I could do more to help my loved ones whose lives aren't going as well

Who are mired in depression and dissatisfaction

Who have been faced with overwhelming change

I wish I had the means to take your pain away

I sometimes feel so helpless

But my sympathetic tears

Have no magic powers

I can offer you a shoulder to cry on

I don't have the monetary means to do more

Than buy you a sandwich now and then

I wish I did

I can give you advice, for what it's worth

But I can't take away your depression

I can't heal the illnesses that you can't afford to see the doctor for

These days, a dollar doesn't go very far

We're all struggling

I just wish you didn't have to struggle so hard

I wish it were easier to change jobs

So those of you who have come to hate yours

Could find a different line of work

I wish that education didn't cost so much

So you could train for something new

I wish I could wish on every star

And bring each of you what you needed most

I wish we could all speak to our loved ones in Heaven

And know that they're okay

I wish we could all mend fences

Heal wounds

Have second and third and fourth chances at happiness

Know that we're worthwhile

No matter where we live or what we drive

I wish I could give all of you happiness

For that is the most important thing of all

~Adam~