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, November 6, 2022

November PAD Challenge 2022: Day 6: Clickbait News and Toxic Trends

 

Image by John Hain from Pixabay

who should we sacrifice

to uphold our hallowed principles du jour?

will eight victims be enough

to satisfy the blood lust of today’s trendsetters

so quick to jump on the bandwagon

playing to the cause célèbre of the moment for clout?

~Ornery Owl Has Spoken~


Image by Amy from Pixabay

prompts used

Prompt word: Play


Today's prompt: Write a poem using the words “eight”, “hallowed”, and “sacrifice”.


Write a news poem.

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Consider this deep progressive house mix for your poetry-creating background music. Here's the link in case you can't see the player.














Saturday, November 5, 2022

November PAD Challenge 2022: Day 5: A Perilous Energy

 

Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay

these sabers are dangerous to rattle
to unleash this perilous energy
hoping to cry victory
in a war no one can win
is the definition of madness
bringing destruction and sadness

~Ornery Owl Has Spoken~



notes and prompts used

You didn't really think you'd get through this month's batch of poems without there being at least one dystopian-themed verse, did you?

Here are the culprits of inspiration.


Participants were prompted to pen a peril poem. Challenge accepted!


The prompt word was Energy. I chose to use it, didn't refuse it, tried not to abuse it!

I enjoy prompts like Six Sentence Stories because they help me rein in my tendency to be voluminously verbose.

I first saw A Short Vision when I was thirteen years old and was impressed both cognitively and viscerally. This film is visually striking, culturally relevant, and, sadly, its message is still necessary. We are no closer to nuclear disarmament and seem to be perpetually teetering on the edge of blasting each other to Kingdom Come.

In a nuclear war, nobody wins.


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

Friday, November 4, 2022

November PAD Challenge 2022: Day 4: Rolling in the Blank

 

Image by Myriams-Fotos from Pixabay

I'm gonna use my illusion like glue

to try and stick to you

that the basis for our bond is trauma

presages floods of drama

will our love have the strength to withstand

an unfortunate and inevitable smashing on the rocks

I'd like to believe we'd stand strong as a sculpture made of vibranium

but I suspect we'll shatter like our hearts of glass

the universe won't exclude us

from the drawing of the three of swords

our epic disaster of an affair

will not merit an ever-after display in a museum

but will merely be the talk of colleagues over coffee

for fifteen minutes or so

then tossed aside and forgotten 

by everyone but such fools

as those who thought their love could survive

rolling in the deep, dark ocean

of a past fraught with trauma and betrayal

I still love you anyway

There will never be another

for this lonely heart

~Ornery Owl Has Spoken~

Image by Tumisu from Pixabay

prompts used

Words used:

illusion

glue

strength

exclude

basis

sculpture

and / or

museum

unfortunate

talk

suspect

drawing

colleague


Today's prompt asked participants to write an "In the Blank" poem. I could not be stopped. I changed it up a little and made it a Rolling in the Blank poem, because that's one of my favorite songs. Sorry to blemish your reputation, Adele, but Ornery Owl is a fan.


Here's a link to the video, because that's how I (ahem) roll.

I'll see myself out now.

Thursday, November 3, 2022

November PAD Challenge 2022: Day 3: The Golden Apples Left to Rot

Image by jhenning from Pixabay

You encouraged me from an early age
To learn about so many things
You read to me about the golden apples of the sun

You'll be gone twelve years at the end of this month
But even if you were still here and still you
I could never ask

Because you would only say
That you were right
And I was misguided

That's the way it always was
No sense in denying it now

Why did you teach me
All of those wonderful things
And then try to turn me away from them?

Why did you tell me
I needed to get a practical job
As a secretary or a nurse

When time and time again
I proved to have no aptitude
For such professions

I spent most of my life
Believing I was broken
When maybe I just didn't fit
Where I was told I ought to

I was misguided
But maybe so were you
At least when it comes to this

You planted the seed of the golden apples in my mind
I will cultivate this orchard of my imagination now
While there's still a little time

I wish that you could see the results
Maybe you do
Maybe now you can understand me 

I wasn't like you
I couldn't be
I can only be like me

Is that really such a bad thing after all?

I will always love you, Dad
But the hurt of never knowing your approval
Never ends
Even now as I approach the twilight of my life

Your daughter,
Ornery Owl

Image by Willgard Krause from Pixabay

notes and prompts used

"The golden apples of the sun" is a line from the poem The Song of Wandering Aengus by William Butler Yeats.


It is also the title of a collection of stories by Ray Bradbury published in 1953.

My father was a professor of arts and humanities. I can remember him reading The Song of Wandering Aengus and The Tyger by William Blake.


I learned how to read by the time I was four years old. My father wanted me to be a prodigy. I have no idea if I have the intellectual capacity for such. After all, I was labeled borderline retarded when I was eleven years old. 

I know for a fact that I don't have the patience to be a prodigy. I know now that I have ADHD, but that's a whole other story unto itself, so we'll save it for another time, possibly the same bat-channel, possibly not. It remains to be seen.

I always questioned how I could be retarded when I was reading and writing at an eighth grade level when I was in the fifth grade. However, I was terrible at anything beyond addition and subtraction, and I earned the borderline retarded label by spectacularly bombing on the Ravens IQ Assessment, which is based around pattern recognition. 

I also had some physical coordination problems courtesy of frequent ear infections in early childhood, and I had to use a special trick to determine left from right. I still use this trick at nearly 58 years old. Just last year, I added the Never Eat Shredded Wheat mnemonic to my arsenal, so I finally can work out direction. This is an excellent tool as I have no internal compass whatsoever.

When I was 23 years old, I learned that I was not retarded, I was somewhat dyslexic. That explained a lot, and it also made me want to go back in time and slap the school psychologist, the gym teacher who put me in the special gym class, and also my sixth-grade teacher. Granted, I already wanted to smack my sixth-grade teacher because he was an abusive asshole, but that's another story for another time.

As I moved into my teen years, my parents tried to push me in directions I wasn't interested in. I now understand some of their concerns, but they went about things the wrong way. Folks, if you try to browbeat a teenager into doing something, they will either push back and do the opposite of what you want, or they will comply and resent you. Neither of those is something you want, so here's what you need to do instead.

Many of us cursed by a love for artistic endeavors know how hard it is to make a living at our obsession. This is why those with a love for the arts should also be encouraged to learn a trade they can tolerate. It needs to be a trade of their choosing, not of yours.

I did a Book Blogger Hop post about a book called Reconfigurement. It was written to help older adults find a new career path, but many of the exercises can also help people of any age figure out what careers they might enjoy. You can read the post at the following link


Or just head over to Amazon and check it out.


I will earn a small commission from Amazon for anything purchased through the above link.

And now, without further ado-doo, I will share the prompts that prompted me to create today's poem and post.


The weekly challenge from Earthweal asks poets to "look back at our younger selves, back to the first poems that made us notice them, and see where they have taken us." Some of my earliest memories involve my father reading to me the poems mentioned above.


Today's prompt asks poets to craft a "misguided" poem. Some readers may think this entire post is misguided. You are within your rights to think that, just as I am within mine to give no fucks what anyone else thinks.

Image by Thomas from Pixabay
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Wednesday, November 2, 2022

November PAD Chapbook Challenge 2022 Day 2: Sweet Sugar Skulls

 

Image by Maria from Pixabay

skulls made of sugar
to honor those who have passed
will you remember?

Image by Schmidsi from Pixabay
Ornery Owl remembers those who have gone before with love.
The 28th of November marks the 12th anniversary of my father's passing.

Notes and Prompts Used


I deviated from the prompt, which asked for a commemoration of a loved one who has passed. I did not focus on any specific person, but on the intent of Dia De Muertos. 

My artist friend Kamidiox. a native of Mexico City, says that the proper term is Dia De Muertos, not Dia De Los Muertos. The term "Dia De Los Muertos" is one of her pet peeves.

Kami created the following picture of my best friend Lafayette walking over the Rainbow Bridge with the beloved character who was his namesake.


You can commission Kami at the following link. Her rates are very reasonable.


You can read a little about Lafayette and the charity I donated to in his honor here:



Today's prompt asked participants to write a "sweet" poem.

I use Pixlr.com to design all my logos and banners. I find it much more pleasant to use than Photoshop. Plus, I'd rather not support a company that charges an arm and a leg and screws people who bought their older software in good faith. 




Tuesday, November 1, 2022

November PAD Challenge 2022: Day 1: Out of the Starting Gate (with a really bad poem)

 



NaNoHellMo is just beginning
So far I am duh--winning!
No way in hell this stupid poem makes the cut
To end up in my November PAD Challenge chapbook
Which will not be a winner
Because my style and the challenge host's don't jibe
I will participate anyway
And I will publish the poems myself
At a later date
Win and win again!


I designed this year's November PAD Challenge logo with a free use image by lillaby on Pixabay and tools from Pixlr.com

Today's prompt: write a beginning and/or ending poem.

Here's some pleasant Halloween music for your listening pleasure.


Here's the link in case you can't see the player, Playa!