Requiem for a Panther

29 November 1976 - 28 August 2020

Let us celebrate

A giving and regal soul

A king now at rest

~cie~

notes

I'll keep this simple. I was shocked and saddened to learn about the death of Chadwick Boseman from colon cancer. He was a truly decent and kind person. While fighting cancer himself, he took the time to visit young cancer patients and inspire them not to give up. 

The world lost a truly noble spirit with Chadwick's passing, and it is appropriate to grieve this loss. However, it is also appropriate to celebrate the positive effect he had on all whose lives he touched. He was a positive role model for all the world to look up to.

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Ornery Poetry Sunday: Wildfires

Image from the Lamar Ledger 17 August 2020

https://www.lamarledger.com/2020/08/17/colorado-wildfire-update-august-17-williams-fork-grizzly-creek/

such a hot day

my shadow needs to cool down

under the willow

smoky haze filling the sky

world is burning around me

~cie~

notes

The Hokku (three-line stanza) is © Kyoshi Takahama (1874-1958). The Ageku (two-line stanza) was written by me.

I am well to the northeast of where the above image was taken, but there are wildfires all over the state. We are surrounded by haze. 

https://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.com/2020/08/carpe-diem-tan-renga-wednesday-17.html

I will likely never publish this work in any collection. But who knows for sure?

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Ornery Poetry Sunday: Bully Is As Bully Does

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I don't know who needs to hear this today

But if you are bullying a bully

The way the bully bullies his victims

Using the same cruel words as he uses

You have just become a bully yourself

~Cie the Ornery Old Lady~

Ornery Owl

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I am feeling quite heartbroken today, close to suicidal. I feel that my work is worthless as am I. But I will try to believe and will keep going just in case things can improve somehow.

I wish you all the best.

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Copyright 2020 by The Ornery Old Lady

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Toys in the Attic: Alone: A Modern Fictional Haibun

Alone: A Modern Fictional Haibun

Sabella took her art bag and a cushion and walked into the thicket to the east of Dark Lake. There was a picnic area a little over a mile away. She felt guilty for being relieved that the grounds would, more likely than not, be empty. Thanks to the Trump Virus, tourism was next to non-existent this year.

The thicket was shadowy and smelled of pine and loam. The gloom embraced Sabella like a pair of comforting arms, and she let her darkest thoughts surface. At sixty years old and in less than perfect health, she might not have a lot of time left. She was fat, she was diabetic, she was on medication for high blood pressure, and she had a mitral valve prolapse. She refused to have the valve replaced because she didn’t want to be on blood thinners for the rest of her life.

Sabella knew that she was everything that the youth-oriented culture created by advertising disdained. When her hair started going gray at thirty, she had let it go its way. When the first thing out of a doctor’s mouth was “we need to do something about your weight,” she was quick to fire back that she realized that her size made her a pariah in a culture that embraced nearly skeletal thinness, so the doctor was welcome to think that she was ugly as she had no control over other people’s thoughts, but she wasn’t here for yet another starvation diet.

“Let’s get the labs and see how well my thyroid medication isn’t working because it never really does,” Sabella would tell the doctor. “Let’s see if I behaved myself well enough during the last three months that my A1C is in the single digits. Let’s see if the blood pressure medication is working the way it ought to, which it usually does. Thankfully, the nurse took the reading before you had a chance to piss me off. You’ll find that the EKG looks about the same as it ever does. I’m here about diabetes, hypertension, hypothyroidism, and my mitral valve prolapse, Doc. I couldn’t give a gnat’s fart in a category five hurricane about trying to lose enough weight to squeeze myself into skinny jeans. I prefer to wear my fat pants and be comfortable, thank you very much.”

Sabella hoped that the doctor in Newport would be savvy enough to realize that this tough old bird wasn’t going to change and would prefer to address her conditions rather than her size. She’d run out of patience long ago with the sort of physician who wanted a perfect patient and believed that shame was an appropriate approach for anyone who didn’t measure up to his or her standards.

“Perfect patients would put these idiots out of business,” Sabella speculated with a wicked smirk. “Perfect patients don’t have any need for doctors.”

Sabella emerged into a clearing of lush summer grass and was pleasantly surprised to see that park services still trimmed the area around the picnic table. She sat down with the sun to her back, sending out a wish that she would be allowed to remain alone while she wrote or drew. She didn’t want to feel the touch of anything but the breeze. She wanted to forget her awful argument with Alex, but, as always, the memory of their heated words pushed its way to the forefront of her mind.

A tear flowed down Sabella’s cheek, and she brushed it away angrily. A brusque bite in a blustery draft burst through the soft, summer zephyr, and Sabella noticed dark clouds on the horizon.

“Fine, I’ll make it quick,” she sighed. “Here I am, rushed as always. I thought I moved here to relax, Uriel. Are you ever going to get around to telling me why you wanted me to move here?”

Not hearing a discernible reply from the angel, a directionless Sabella put pen to paper. Her messy cursive painted a heartfelt Senryu for her younger sibling.

 you are my brother

why must our bond be broken

sorrow in my blood

Acknowledgments

This fictional Haibun was created using the words cursive, touch, and forget as directed by the Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge from Go Dog Go Café https://godoggocafe.com/2020/07/28/16154/ and the Baransu challenge from Carpe Diem Haiku. https://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.com/2020/07/carpe-diem-exploring-beauty-of-haiku_20.html  

The image is copyright gayleenfroese2 on Pixabay. https://pixabay.com/photos/crow-picnic-table-mountains-park-5405099/

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Toys in the Attic: The Magician

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In dreams of magic in worlds beyond

While you run free through colorful lands

Have a care not to fall for the deception

Of the Dark Pharaoh’s sleight of hand

For all your willpower and self-reliance

May be but a contrivance

When the Dark Pharaoh pretends to be your friend

And he fills your ears with what you want to hear

Your imagination will be your undoing if you succumb to his wooing

And you are dragged down in the darkness

Magician, beware the deception

Of the Dark Pharaoh’s shriveled black heart

Magician, beware the deception

Of the weavings of the Dark Pharaoh’s art.

Greetings, fellow poetic types. This poem is excerpted from one of Team Netherworld's current WIPs, "Toys in the Attic." It is attributed to the fictional band Blue Mondays. The Dark Pharaoh is an allusion to Nyarlathotep, the trickster god of H.P. Lovecraft's Cthulhu Mythos.

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Weekend Writing Warriors 19 July 2020: Ornery Poetry Archive: Rain

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I wish it would rain

Gloomy day with gray haze

Like the not quite sorrow in my brain

The sky won't cry

Neither will I

Guess neither of us have it in us to try

I have too much

But not enough

Too much trouble

Not enough of the right stuff

I wish it would rain

Wash away my weariness for just a while

I wish the sky would cry

So I wouldn't have to.

~Cie~

Written for the unfortunately now-defunct Alpha-be Thursday

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I'm combining Weekend Writing Warriors and Ornery Poetry Sunday. I've uploaded both of my poetry compilations in PDF format to the Poetry of the Netherworld Channel on LBRY. These compilations are also available in Kindle format, but the PDF versions cost approximately half what the Kindle versions do. Visit the Poetry of the Netherworld channel here.

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This poem was written on 21 March 2013. Later in 2013, I regretted writing it because the area I was living in was hit by a flood. My car was hit by a wave of water coming across the road in an area that was normally a field. I struggled with PTSD for some time after that incident, feeling that I didn't deserve to write because people had died and I was still alive. 

I may be dredging poems out of the archive for a while. My life is still quite a chaotic mess from dealing with cleaning out my old mobile home where I lived for 18 years with severe depression and very little in the way of assistance or compassion from others. I was able to make myself go to work and take my son to school, but not much else. The end results are catastrophic. But life is better now even if it is still stressful, and we would like to get on with the poem, wouldn't we? Let's do that.

~Cie the Ornery Old Poet, In Case You Didn't Know It~

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Copyright 2013 by Cara Hartley

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Portugal - São Paio Beach

Portugal - São Paio Beach: It's an Oceanic Beach located on the coast of Portugal ( Iberian Peninsula ) in the municipality of Vila do Conde, bathed by the Atlantic Ocean. São Paio Beach, also known as Moreiró Beach, has a small beach. The rock formations immersed in the North...

Beautiful photos and interesting history. I was trying to learn a little Portuguese at one point, but I was overwhelmed with a lot of other stuff. I hope to try again in the future. My health and lack of money prohibit me from traveling, but I feel that I have learned something about Portugal from this post.

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