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Saturday, November 26, 2022

November PAD Challenge 2022: Day 26: A Particular Tree

 

Image info below

outside 
my window
I imagine 
a particular tree
it grows in a land 
beyond imagination
in a land where impossible 
dreams come true
I give a second thought 
and then a third
to me and you
and what
became
of 
the 
seed
of 
love 
we planted
how long ago
my love
how long ago

~ornery owl has spoken~

Image by Erik Karits from Pixabay

notes and prompts used


Prompt: Write an ekphrastic poem

Image Information

Hinds House Window
c. 1900

maker

Tiffany Glass & Decorating Company
(American, New York, 1892–1902)

America, New York, 20th century



Prompt: Write a second thought poem.


https://imprompt.wordpress.com/2022/11/26/day-26/

Prompt: Imagine a particular tree

Today's Playlist


Friday, November 25, 2022

November PAD Challenge 2022: Day 25: For a Moment

 


I wonder if society will ever
if only for a moment
give a damn about the words spoken by a woman
rather than obsessing about the size of her chest
which could be concave for all it matters
is the focus on female appearance
a deliberate tactic to keep a woman in a shell
while man fools himself that she hasn't the sense
to assemble a jigsaw puzzle because she stays silent
if she is home stirring the pot for his dinner, so he reasons
she can't be stirring up trouble elsewhere
society is set up so women not paired with a man fare poorly
conversely, many women entangled with men also fare poorly
a man who does not have his finger on the pulse 
of female dissatisfaction with our lot in life
will fail to notice that the pendulum has swung
away from the idea that a woman needs a man to be complete
a woman needs confidence
she needs an education
she needs opportunity
if she has all these things
she may decide in the end
she doesn't need a man
for anything at all
a woman with dreams can go far
perhaps even to the stars
if she perseveres
and engages her ingenuity

~Ornery Owl Has Spoken~

Image by S. Bartels from Pixabay
Girls are magical beings
Their imagination and ingenuity should be nurtured.

notes and prompts used


For today's prompt, take the phrase "For (blank)," replace the blanks with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem.


For today's prompt, write a serious poem.

I'm deadly serious about feminism and have been since I was eight. That's damn near fifty years of feminism under my belt. I find the state of today's feminism very concerning. Feminism that doesn't stand up for the rights of women and girls to be something besides decor or helpmeets for males is not feminism. Slutwalk and flash your boobs for a cause "feminism" is not feminism. 

We ain't there yet, Baby. Now's not the time to quit fighting.


Word List

chest
concave
damn
deliberate
finger
jigsaw
poorly
shell
stir
swung

Today's Playlist


Thursday, November 24, 2022

November PAD Challenge 2022: Day 23 1/2: Family Dinner

 

Picture info follows the poem

simmering in my own stew
on this Thanksgiving day
I think about the way
my family of origin
served up problems at the table
an unpalatable side dish
promoting indigestion
no wonder my son never enjoyed
visiting my family for dinner
I was so used to the tension
I didn't think much about it
"So what did you do today, Failed Daughter?"
"I quit my job at the casino."

~Ornery Owl Has Spoken~


Free use image from Open Clipart Vectors

notes and prompts used


Prompt: Write an Ekphrastic poem.

The selected image:

Evening, Melancholy I
1896

Edvard Munch
(Norwegian, 1863–1944)

Norway

Woodcut hand colored with watercolor



Prompt:
Write a family poem.

My family of origin had a lovely habit of discussing problems at the dinner table.


Go to the last poem (or flash or whatever your thing is) that you wrote.

Use the last line of it as your first line today. 

OR

Use the first line as your last line. (Seven lines minimum.)

If you are feeling particularly masochistic, start with the end AND end with the beginning. 

I was feeling particularly masochistic.

Today's poetry soundtrack:


https://odysee.com/@GamingAmbience:6/deus-ex-mankind-divided-prague-%C4%8Dist%C3%A1-2:8?r=GTwnGJ4fFBQfzuJgpHVpfKBKaC9b8B16


Tuesday, November 22, 2022

November PAD Challenge 2022: Day 22: Leaving the Casino

 

Image by Peter Lomas from Pixabay

I quit my job at the casino
22 years ago
at first, it all seemed so enchanting
but beneath the veneer of glamour
the cracks quickly began to show

people losing two hundred dollars to chase twenty
their paychecks floating away
after that elusive jackpot
always on the horizon
was just one reason I couldn't stay

gambling wasn't much of a draw for me
but I was still looking for "the one"
I had propositions aplenty
for love that's rotten to the core
of these I wanted none

I hung my hopes, like always
on the absolute wrong kind of guy
believing a man's public face
is who he really is inside
is a spectacularly useless skill of mine

don't go looking for something outside you
to heal the trauma within
there are plenty of parasites in the world
hoping to make a meal out of you
after they get under your skin

I ran from my mistakes once more
just like I always do
I wasn't cut out to be a gambler
'cause chasing love or money
just leaves me simmering in my own stew

~Ornery Owl Has Spoken~

Image by Tanja from Pixabay

Ornery Owl Says: 
Never believe you can find happiness under a veneer of bright lights and glitter. In the light of day when the dust has settled, the cracks will always show.

notes and prompts used


Prompt: Write a love or anti-love poem

If you know me at all, you know which direction I'm gonna go with this.



Prompt:
balancing across the bridge of your nose for a moment, there is a $20 bill [or your currency’s equivalent of a useful but not exciting amount of money].

The ball is now in play.


Prompt:
You have been given an ability, one you can depend on utterly. 

My ability is picking men who are going to hurt me.

It is a very bad and stupid ability.

I refuse to use it ever again.

today's playlist

I listened to this one yesterday too
You might say it's tried and true


This one's really cool and eerie
It will clear your mind when you're feeling weary

Thursday, November 17, 2022

November PAD Challenge 2022: Day 17: A Song Unsung

 

Image by John Hain from Pixabay

she took a risk when she said
she liked the music that played in her head
she heard it on the radio
it felt like it was written with her in mind
in a world where she was often treated unkind
it brought her joy she thought she'd never know

though you didn't like it, you could have asked
why the music pleased the lass
instead you told her she was wrong
the music embraced her
in a world that erased her
she wished to be part of the song

many years have gone by
many tears have been cried
she remembers the sting of the words
you haven't the talent to make it
you're too ugly to fake it
your song will never be heard

the music couldn't set her free
what she dreamed can never be
she puts her words in the world anyway
is she too stupid to realize
she's nothing in anyone's eyes
nonetheless, she has something to say

~Ornery Owl Has Spoken~

Image by chiplanay from Pixabay

notes and prompts used

Ornery Owl sez: You don't have to be good-looking or popular to deserve to have your voice heard. Speak your mind! Write your stories! Rhyme your rhymes, scheme your schemes, and dream your dreams. Everyone's truth is different. Your story doesn't have to look like my story. Your song doesn't have to sound like anyone's but your own, and you don't need to look like anyone but you.

There's too much focus on looking a certain way. There's a quote that says something like "music was better when ugly people were allowed to make it." 

There aren't too many people I think are ugly. For me, ugly is behavior-based rather than a person not conforming to an arbitrary set of standards for beauty. The jist of the quote is this. Music is better when the people making it are focused on the music rather than on trying to make themselves look pretty in a certain way. 

I'll always prefer the musicianship and word-craft of Joan Baez, Judy Collins, Patti Smith, or Tracy Chapman to the spectacle surrounding a teen idol du jour. 

It's not that I don't like pop music. To para-quote Nicko McBrain of Iron Maiden, when it comes to music, I'm a right old slag, me. I like all kinds. What I dislike is the star-maker machine, which really does not benefit the stars being made either. These young people end up being subjected to all manner of abuse from money-hungry management to predatory producers and the like. I've written about this subject many times.


Prompt: Write a risk poem



Prompt: Imagine music


Prompt: She said

 
I often enjoy video game soundtracks while writing.

 

Here's the link in case you can't see the player.


One never seems to cut the mustard. Let's have another one.

As always, here's the link in case you can't see the player.

Monday, November 14, 2022

November PAD Challenge 2022: Day 14: A Fix-Up Story

 

The Seamstress by Jacob Lawrence 1946

the seamstress takes the patches
she pieces them together
where once there were only scraps
she now has a lovely quilt
a gift for someone she loves
an item to bring comfort
imagination alive

~ornery owl has spoken~

Ornery Owl is digging this unique and colorful owl sculpture.
She may not know art, but she knows what she likes.

notes and prompts


Prompt: write an ekphrastic poem. I may keep doing this for several more challenges. Or, you know, the rest of the month.


Prompt: Write a (Blank) Story poem. 

The metaphor won't be obvious to anyone but me, so I'll just explain it.

For most of my life, I struggled to become the "right" kind of writer. You know, the kind who writes linear novels. 

It was only within the past couple of years that I discovered the term fix-up novel and realized what I'd been writing all along. 

I can write a linear novelette. Anything beyond that starts sprouting a garden of sub-plots. And you know what, that's absolutely fucking fine. I have no desire to be a novelist-bot. 

I'm still hoping to get my revenge on all the people who told me the way I did things was no good. No, I don't mean stalk them and murder them or even plot to destroy their lives with lies. I'm too lazy, too much of a pacifist, and don't need that kind of bad karma. Besides, even the shittiest human being where I'd start chuckling gleefully if I heard they dropped in a sinkhole may have a family member depending on them or such. I'll leave it to the Powers that May Be to sort that shit out.

Nah, the best revenge would be for one of my books or poetry volumes that doesn't adhere to the rules to be successful. I don't know if this will ever happen, but it would be the best revenge. If at that point, my detractor blows a gasket because they simply can't abide someone who refuses to play by the rules doing well, I'm not going to cry or waste my time going to their funeral. Why should I? Such a person certainly has never wasted a kind thought on me.

I honestly don't know why so many people insist everyone must think the same, create the same way, write the same stuff in the same style, and basically be a carbon copy of someone's idea of a writer. I can think of few things more boring than being a clone of someone's concept of what a writer should be, writing formulaic stories with no heart or soul.


Today's colorful masterpiece was created by the African-American artist Jacob Lawrence (September 7, 1917 – June 9, 2000). I did not know about Mr. Lawrence before today, and I think that's a damn shame. People should know about him. I'd enjoy reading a biography. In the meantime, here's the Wikipedia article for the basics. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jacob_Lawrence

The poem consists of seven non-rhyming lines. Each of the lines has seven syllables. There may already be an existing poetry form calling for seven-syllable lines, but I don't know. In the meantime, I'm calling this form Sevensies. 


Beautiful background music from the Dragon Age soundtrack.

Here's the link in case you can't see the player.




I guess this is what you'll hear if you go hang out at Mikhail's penthouse. Mikhail has good taste in music.

Here's the link in case you can't see the player.

Sunday, November 13, 2022

November PAD Challenge 2022: Day 12 + Day 13: The Thirst

 

See the notes at the end of the post

in the past, you sought intoxication
at present, you pray for inspiration
the future will bring no satiation
for the thirst
you've had from birth

the aching need for acceptance
buried in disguise
behind your crystallized eyes
masquerading as addiction
parading wantonly as craving

for the validation you will never find
in or outside of your nefarious mind
in the guise of no god
in the arms of no man

you were born distorted
in the distant past
you will die broken and alone
in days of the future passed

your thirst never quenched
your desires never satiated
nothing was ever enough

~Ornery Owl Has Spoken~

Image by supra from Pixabay

notes and prompts used

I created the image at the top of the post with pixlr.com by superimposing a free-use photo by Christine Sponchia on Pixabay over a photo of a portion of Salvador Dali's 1931 painting, The Dream. 


Image by Christine Sponchia from Pixabay


Prompt: "For today's prompt, write a future poem. The future could mean years into the future, or it could be less than a minute. Or it could be a poem in the past that looks at the future that is still in our current past."

When I was younger, I always wrote about a sci-fi future. When I was in the 5th grade, my class made a quilt to be shared with future students. On my square, I crudely embroidered a flying saucer. The school buried a time capsule that year, and I really and truly thought that when the time capsule was opened in 2000 we would have flying saucers.

The future looks much more dystopian to me from my current vantage point.


Prompt: Write an ekphrastic poem. I selected Dali's The Dream.

I've been a fan of Dali's work since childhood.


The Prompt:
"Imagine that you are thirsty. I mean really thirsty. I don’t know how that came about, and it may not matter, but you are."

The lines "buried in disguise behind your crystallized eyes" are a nod to the lyrics from one of my favorite songs, Still...You Turn Me On, which was written by the late Greg Lake (10 November 1947 – 7 December 2016) and initially appeared on Emerson, Lake, and Palmer's 1973 album, Brain Salad Surgery. 

The line "in the days of the future passed" is a nod to another of my favorite prog rock bands, The Moody Blues. It references the title of their 1967 album, Days of the Future Passed.

Here are today's soundtracks. We're in the Dragon Age now.

Here's a link in case you can't see the player.

So ya liked that crap? Truth be told, I don't care if you did or didn't. I did. So here's another one.

Here's the link in case you can't see the player.

Friday, December 3, 2021

Once Upon a December: Fragments of the Man Who Invented Christmas

 


Saint Nicholas was a pious monk born near Turkey
he was a generous soul who loved the children
it is tradition to celebrate his good works on the anniversary of his death
December 6

traditions appreciate over time
the flavors that shine through
depend on their strength


so have a Coke and a smile

Sinter Klaas is coming to town
in his blue tri-cornered hat
flamboyant red waistcoat
and jolly yellow stockings

Last Christmas Eve, David Wayne Oliver reportedly robbed a Colorado bank only to throw all of the stolen cash in the air while exclaiming "Merry Christmas," to those who happened to be passing by at the opportune moment. The 65-year-old man was later arrested at a nearby Starbucks coffee shop. 

the last time I played Father Christmas
I stood outside a department store
A gang of kids came over and mugged me
And knocked my reindeer to the floor

~ornery owl~

prompts

Prompt: Write a "fragments" poem.
I hope I got the gist of it.


https://godoggocafe.com/2021/11/27/brave-recklesss-creativity-prompt-challenge-once-upon-a-december/



Links:

https://www.history.com/topics/christmas/santa-claus

Father Christmas is a song appearing on The Kinks 1978 album Misfits.

The Icky, Sticky, Nit-Picky Legalese If You Please (Or Don't Please)



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Wednesday, December 1, 2021

Once Upon a December: Not There Yet

 

Image by Dang Ngo on One Big Photo

Do you think I should take a page

From Dash and Lily's book of dares

And go flying down the stairs

Should I walk across a waterfall 

Where I shouldn't be at all?

One of the things that I will grieve

When it is my time to leave

Is the ability to write silly rhymes

To occupy my worried mind

I've really just begun to live

I feel I have so much to give

I hope that I will have the chance 

To let my soul be free to dance

To create a few stories along the way

I hope that I'll be allowed to stay

Please let me be here for a while

So when my time comes I can depart with a smile.

I am learning to take things slow

To follow my heart and just let go

Of all my old remorse and regret

I've gotta admit

I ain't got there yet.

~ornery owl~

prompts





I went all Arabian Nights while writing this poem.


Here is the link in case you can't see the video.

https://odysee.com/@%E7%BA%AF%E9%9F%B3%E4%B9%90:d/Arabian-Music---Middle-Eastern-Music:a

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This work is the intellectual property of Naughty Netherworld Press/Poetry of the Netherworld.

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Quoting portions of the post for educational or review purposes is acceptable if proper credit is given.

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