Showing posts with label wordle. Show all posts
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Wednesday, November 1, 2023

November PAD Challenge 2023 Day 1: Wraiths of Debts Past

 

Image by Circe Denyer from Pixabay

Dear Ms. Owl,

The Ethereal Wraiths of Debts Past align with your never-expanding wallet to collect the far-from-towering pile of copper you have remaining in your coffers. This is an earnest attempt to fleece you of whatever paltry sum you may manage to manifest. Like enchanted spiders lurking in your empty bank account for any sign of activity, we welcome virtual payments of magic money.

Do not make the mistake of believing you can escape your obligations by dying. Our home office is located in the Ninth Circle.

after Halloween

the fright fest continues on

when money is owed.

~Ornery Owl Has Spoken~

Image by Anja from Pixabay
Will the real Ornery Owl please stand up?

prompts used





Monday, November 7, 2022

November PAD Challenge 2022: Day 7: Adapt or Die

 

"Adapt or die, foolish little fool!" the intimidating alien rumbled.

I, however, refused to be shaken, no matter how he grumbled.

"Hah!" I snorted. "For something so impressive in appearance, you certainly lack cleverness.

"Anyone can see that I am far from little.

"My ass is large, and so is my middle."

"Yes, and you've had to find the key to adapting to such undesired conditions, haven't you?" the being inquired pensively. 

"Your luck has not been exactly stellar, wouldn't you agree?

"What you found when you were transported over the rainbow was not what you hoped to see.

"When you shuffled off to the pier to see if your sacred ship had come in,

"Mawkish mediums informed you that your destiny was arriving at the airport too far in the distance for you to find redemption."

"Indeed, and when I asked them to elaborate, they promised to do so for a small fee equal to several of my paychecks," I replied. "I had a suspicion that they might have lied, so I decided I didn't care a shingle for their advice and proceeded to do things my way from that day forward."

"And how is that working out for you?" the alien, who now suspiciously resembled Dr. Phil, pressed.

"Probably better than the flashy fairy tale I once believed was my destiny," I sentimentally surmised, as glimmers of dreams of what might have been glittered in my eyes, overflowing down my face. "I'm pleased that I'm not surrounded by fake people to annoy me, but there have been times in my life when loneliness threatened to destroy me.

"I've discovered first-hand that no one cares how the disabled, elderly, and downtrodden fare.

"If you aren't young and you aren't pretty, nobody wants to see you anywhere.

"The liberal elite as much as the rigid right would prefer that the likes of me die and decrease the surplus population.

"Society cares only about the up-and-coming, not those nearing their destination.

"Age bias is rampant, the outsides given more weight than what lies within.

"If I were at all religious, I'd say it's a goddamn sin.

"Being a caustic agnostic, I'll just say it's a crying shame.

"Every year I hope for improvement, and every year it's always the same."

"Yet still you keep on kicking," the alien said, impressed. "I hope to meet more folk like you in my travels--ugly, angry, disabled, fat old women are the best!"

As the alien took off in his spaceship, I couldn't help but grin.

If we'd care more about what's on the inside, a better world could begin.

~Ornery Owl Has Spoken~


Ornery Owl
Free use image from Open Clipart Vectors


Free use image by Clkr Free Vector Images on Pixabay

Hangry Wyrm sez:
"I really ate this story up. Five out of five stars! Can we have breakfast now?"


Get your groove on with this melodic deep house mix.

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




Here's another Deep House mix in case you happen to be bogged down with formatting an hour later. Like, you know, not me. I never get bogged down with formatting, or editing, or, you know, anything, because I'm completely perfect and do everything right the first time. First draft? Hah! You mean only draft, Sunshine, because I'm just that good!

I'm off to find someplace to hide my metric butt-ton of bullshit now. Here's the link in case you can't see the player. 


notes and prompts used


The prompt requests:
"For this challenge, let’s go on a wild walk together. Report on what you’ve found and the lessons you’ve learned."

While my piece did not address nature as such, it addresses the sometimes difficult lessons I've learned about myself in my nearly 60 years walking this planet. I honestly don't think I would have survived those "Hollywood dreams" I had in my youth. I'm a sensitive soul, though I seem thick-skinned.


Today's challenge asks participants to create a poem about adaption.


I almost forgot about this prompt. I'll probably play catch-up with it over the next few days. Today's suggestion is:

"Another form of being has just communicated something to you...Write down 5-10 words, to fix the moment forever in your mind then use those words to write about something else."

This prompt gave me the idea of the alien communicating with me.


Word List

key

rainbow

distant/distance

shuffle

transport/ed

shingle

redemption

pier

mediums

sacred

elaborate

suspicion

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Sunday, July 31, 2022

Crawling Back to You from the Blue Past

 

Image taken 7 May 2017 at the Denver Aquarium.

The above image is the property of Cara Hartley/Ornery Owl/Naughty Netherworld Press/Poetry of the Netherworld. You are welcome to use it, but please credit one of the above if you do. 

I'm going to share a poem now. You can read the notes after the poem if you're so inclined, or ignore them if you'd rather. Whatever.

It's a long-un. You have been warned!

I don't believe I had a sundae
Sundae on that Sunday
Sunday when we celebrated your birthday
Birthday number 27 in 2017.

2017 was another year filled with challenges
Challenges in a challenging life
Life often feels like I'm swimming in sludge
Sludge that won't budge while wearing boots of cement.

Cement clogs my mental abyss while I drink my coffee
Coffee leaves a vivid taste of bitterness on my tongue
Tongue known to smudge conversation with awkward utterances
Utterances the Shiny Happy People need the Rosetta Stone to translate.

Translate my colorful, shimmering stories to something bleak as charcoal
Charcoal stains the charred landscape in a place with no butterflies
Butterflies have departed the world on tiny pixie wings
Wings on the wind, never to return.

Return now to the beginning of this rambling discourse
Discourse regarding the matter of me not having a sundae
Sundae on the Sunday when we celebrated your birthday
"Birthdays should be jubilant," proclaim the Shiny Happy People; you are happiest when things are low-key.

Low-key Loki trips the light fantastic through the leaves
Leaves sprinkled in imaginary sand in my mind
Mind gone wool-gathering like it is wont to do
Do you remember that day when we had lunch with the fishes?

Fishes swam beside us, but we didn't go beach-combing
Beachcombing requires a beach, but there was none to be found
Found in our landlocked land surrounded by mountains
Mountains where the sun shines gingery golden.

Golden is the name of the town I grew up in
In a place where I was as out of place as a butterfly in a wetsuit
Wetsuit or toga, I was always dressed wrong
Wrong for the snobs in that town of my youth.

Youth is long gone, I bless the day it passed on
On into the past, at last, leaving me the chance
The chance to heal, but healing comes slowly
Slowly the memories return of that day.

Day when we celebrated your 27th year
Year when I didn't have a sundae on Sunday
Sunday came and went with no hot fudge or whipped cream
Cream-colored clouds floated by in the sky.

359 words

Today's poem is a loop poem. Loop Poetry is a poetry form created by Hellon. There are no restrictions on the number of stanzas nor on the syllable count for each line. In each stanza, the last word of the first line becomes the first word of line two, last word of line 2 becomes the first word of line 3, last word of line 3 becomes the first word of line 4. This is followed for each stanza. The rhyme scheme is abcb.

Variations:

1. Stanzas, writers choice on the number, no rhyming, the last word, first word scheme is maintained.

2. One long stanza, no limit on number of lines, no rhyming scheme, the last word, first word scheme is maintained.

3. Couplets mixed with 4 line stanzas, the last word, first word scheme is maintained in the stanzas. It can also be used in the couplets. Rhyme scheme is ab, cc, defg, hh, ii, jklm, nn, oo.

I went with Variation #1.

I have a new idea. I've always wanted to become more consistent with my photography shares. I have folder upon folder of photos rescued from my deceased iPhone 7. I plan to share these photos and combine them with a poem, every Sunday-ish. When I've done sharing a folder, if it's a big one like Folder #3 from 2017 is, I will have a new poetry book!

~Ornery Owl Has Spoken~


Free use image from Open Clipart Vectors

The Prompts






















Monday, November 15, 2021

November PAD Challenge 2021: Another Old-Fashioned Thanksgiving Flies By

 


step it up, speed up, hurry up and wait
never mind divine design or providential purpose
achieve at an unnatural speed and don't be late

it must be your intention to become great
you must believe in and aspire to a surplus
step it up, speed up, hurry up and wait

whatever dream you have, you must not hesitate
those moving slow and noiseless will be left in the dust
achieve at an unnatural speed and don't be late

the pressure from society will not abate
you cannot be impartial if you wish to join the upper crust
step it up, speed up, hurry up and wait

if you make furtive listening your finest trait
if glitter and jewels are eminent objects of your lust
achieve at an unnatural speed and don't be late

pose as a friend to control your rival's fate
listen for clues to earn your victim's trust
step it up, speed up, hurry up and wait
achieve at an unnatural speed and don't be late

~ornery owl~

For Ebenezer Scrooge and Charles Dickens and for my dad

notes
The title and the dedication may seem to be a bit of a non-sequitur, so let me explain. 

The social climber who desires achievement and advancement of their position at any cost will not have a place in their cold cash register of a heart for trifles such as old-fashioned Thanksgiving celebrations.

My father loved holiday celebrations. He began reading Charles Dickens Christmas Carol every year from the time I was quite young. I believe I was only around four years old when this tradition commenced. I looked forward to it every year.

My father died close to Thanksgiving in 2010 so this time of year takes on certain importance for me.

In some ways, my father died believing that he was a failure because he never amassed significant wealth. However, he gave us many gifts that were far more important than money. 

My father gave me stories. 

Scrooge, the spirits, and the lessons they taught have been my companions from early childhood and I am thankful for them.

I only wish that I could let my father know.

prompts


Prompt: Write a "speed up" poem

Prompt: Write a Villanelle

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Tuesday, November 9, 2021

November PAD Challenge 2021: Benjamin Under the Harvest Moon

 

Benjamin, the last Thylacine, died on 6 September 1933 in the Hobart Zoo
This image by an unknown photographer is in the public domain

does anyone
remember Benjamin?
he died under the harvest moon
or at least around that time
brawny Benjamin
was last
on record

Thylocine extinct
colossal loss
what right had Benjamin to die
from barking up the wrong tree
when he
was the
last one

humans have
no love
for anything we have deemed lesser
brave Benjamin died in a cage
he would
have preferred
the wood

~ornery owl~

prompts

Prompt: Write about an endangered or extinct species


Prompt: Write a love or anti-love poem
I wrote about charitable love rather than romantic love. The Thylacine was treated with blatant disregard by humanity, which is the opposite of love.

Prompt: Write a Trinet

Phrase: Barking up the wrong tree


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


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Tuesday, November 2, 2021

November PAD Challenge 2021: The Accidental Tourist

 Buckle up, Soul, and get ready

To careen down to yon planet and inflict your incendiary presence

A rare seed trespassing in plastic lives

Hoping to expand shallow minds with your pluck

Will those you stick to like glue love and embrace you

As you pray their taste for you ripens rich in time

Will you survive your incarnation in this crude habitat?

Or will you collapse and buckle 

Under the weight of their hate as they crush you like flowers

Your blood flowing scarlet to the sea in the heat of the sun

How quickly the accidental tourist is forgotten 

To those with hearts rotten like compost

~cie~



Prompt: Write a ready/not ready poem


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Friday, October 22, 2021

Helloween 2021 Day 22: Change

 

Image by Sebastian Wahlhutter on One Big Photo

our blue planet is a treasure
its resources bring us pleasure
we bring change

toujours perdrix self-indulgence
brings discouraging divulgence
we must change

no more winter in which to ski
death of biodiversity
climate change

if we cannot work together
there will be change in the weather
killing change

we are on a slippery slope
before we end up without hope
time for change

~Ornery Owl Has Spoken~

The Changing Prompts

Prompt: How 2020 Changed You
This could be interpreted in a couple of different ways. 2020 changed the world, not just me, and the world along with me changed in 2020. Working in tandem with the Earthweal prompt, there were changes to biodiversity in 2020.


Prompt: Write a compound word verse. I gave it my best shot. After reading some of the others, I am aware now that I didn't properly compound my word, although I did reference it in the third line of each verse.


Prompt: Write a poem about biodiversity


Photo Prompt
For me, the photo worked as a metaphor for the way people view climate change. We think we are able to rise above it because we are invincible, but we are hanging on a thin line at risk of a disastrous plunge into the abyss.


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