Here, There be a Writer

Thursday, October 18, 2018

OctPoWriMo Day #18: (once upon a time...)

Word Prompts: magic, enchantment, spell, fascination, prestidigitation, hocus pocus, conjure

Poetic Form: Fable

It's story time! I don't have too much to say, but this is my fairy tale. A mythology in the making.

Enjoy, Dear Readers!

Upon Once Her Time

Once upon a time...
there was one so fair
that she did stare within mirrored frames
to she truly how fair she was.
unbelieving,
she painted her face
to match what mood others wanted to see,
though she never believed.

Conjuring up enchantments for 
others to see,
but leaving nothing left for her.
Weaving the stories,
filled with magical creatures,
and adventure beyond anything;
the the delight of children's laughter
and comedic mirth.

A whole still sat,
lonely,
longing,
like one of her enchantments,
until one day
a book left on her doorstep,
with the word, Abracadabrah!

And poof!
a chariot driven by badgers
and pulled by dragons,
a note saying Follow! This way.
And there by the end of everything,
there was everything she had every wanted
brought to her
in a happy ever after.

Wednesday, October 17, 2018

OctPoWriMo Day #17: (madness)

Word Prompts: madness, craziness, insanity, reigns, rains, reins

Madness makes the things feel realer, harsher, more passionate. Today's prompt is about madness; I wrote it to be a realization that born from the madness is peace. Thoughts, Dear Reader? How do you feel before a huuuuge cry, or how about afterwards? i think fro the strongest emotions comes the understanding, compassion, and peace that you would get with the more simpler emotions. It is the raw passion madness that brings the most clarity. At least I found.

Enjoy!

And yes, I did put all of the rains/reigns/reins into one poem... See you that and raise to a philosophy written into a poem. :-)

Logical Madness

in the middle of the rain
when no one can see me cry
saltwater, blurring together, 
with rainwater, there is madness.

told to rein in my emotions--
overacting and all that 
bullshit that comes with
caring, or pretending to...

Insanity so reigns this place
and maybe after all
there is peace to be won
inside of the crazy.

Tuesday, October 16, 2018

OctoPoWriMo Day #16: (when I fall)

Suggested Poetry Form: Terzanelle  which is a 19-line poem with the following rhyme patter, and (A,B,A - b, C, B - c, D, C - d, E, D - E, F, E - f, A, F, A), and a choice of two different endings (#1 - f, A, F, A or #2 - f, F, A, A).

Word Prompts: strength, vulnerable, insight, bonds, obstacles

Dear Readers, today brought a lot of thoughts to my grey matter, a lot of which wasn't always the most pleasant. Sometimes writing isn't happy, sometimes it is sad, or at least reflective. Today's poem is very reflective of the last month and a half. When I thought of today's prompt, I thought about the moments before you fall. Those moments when you think you are safe, but then there comes the fall. What thoughts are running through your head as the fall grows closer, or apparent?

I hope you leave with a bit of hope at the poem's fall, Dear Readers. A fall, I think, most of us has experienced at one time or other.

Bound Within

Bound within my own chains
In this prison of my own,
bound within my own chains.

So much more prone
to the failings of the World
in this prison of my own.

Where I often lie curled
in a haven of my creation
to the failings of the World.

Set guard the Gryphon,
to keep my peace safe
in a haven of my creation.

When come the smallest waif
to break my guard and
to keep my peace safe.

It will make a stand
bound within my own chains
to break my guard and
bound within my own chains.

Monday, October 15, 2018

OctPoWriMo Day #15: (umbrella)

Word Prompts: umbrella, shield, shelter, cover, protection

Poetic Form: free verse

I am going to let the poem speak for itself.

It is dedicated to those who struggle (myself included), whether with umbrellas or with life. If you struggle just know that someone will catch you.

Don't forget to ALWAYS be kind, because someone, somewhere is always struggling with something.

Melting

I don't want to get wet.
It melts what is left
and I can't afford a new one.

What is left 
is all I have to work with
and I am lost amongst the raindrops.

Struggle with my umbrella,
as the rain falls down,
blurring salt tears and rain.

Broken as my umbrella appears to be
I need shelter before;
I cannot keep the rain out.

Sunday, October 14, 2018

OctPoWriMo Day #14: (if I were me)

Word Prompts: being yourself, authentic, lost, found, truly me

Poetic Form: haiku

Something simple tonight. Not feeling great, but too stubborn to give up. A little uplifting words for y'all, Dear Readers.

When I'm the real me
world is suddenly bigger
I'm no longer lost.

Saturday, October 13, 2018

OctPoWriMo Day #13: (if I were you)

Word Prompts:     should, might, consider, absolute, discover

Poetic Form: Blitz

Choices

Consider this
Consider that
That i want to
That I know
Know my worth
Know my truth
Truth of your choices
Truth of yourself
Yourself is what
Yourself is you
You have to choose
You have to be
Be alone
Be together
Together at a party
Together without
Without knowledge
Without passion
Passion  alone cannot
Passion is the spark
Spark what you love
Spark the fire
Fire up the muse
Fire up your drive
Drive into the mountains
Drive into the unknown
Unknown fears, yes
Unknown journey
Journey into
Journey with me
Me is what
Me is not you
You are on a path
You can choose
Choose what you what
Choose your happy
Happy to be alive
Happy in the knowing
Knowing what you want
Knowing where you're going
Going onto the next
Going somewhere (42)
Somewhere near)
Somewhere far
Far away
Far to go
Go ahead
Go now
Ahead
Now

Friday, October 12, 2018

OctPoWriMo Day #12: (tortured)

Word Prompts: afflicted, excruciating, torment, agonizing, distress

Poetic Form: Senryu (like a haiku, but focuses on human emotion. Users the metered pattern 5, 7, 5.

This one will be easy,  as today was one of dollar days. I sure can write a poem about torture. I won't explain what the poem is about.  I will say that I know many people who have felt,  had felt it before,  and continue to feel it. It is a common feeling,  and one that I have learned to let happen,  as I usually does my way out again.

Enjoy! And know that I do see you. And I love you.

Dark Days

Afflicted I am
Engulfed in distress I feel
In torment I am.

Thursday, October 11, 2018

OctPoWriMo Day #11: (falling through the cracks)

Poetry Form: Cascade

Word Prompts: unexpected, imperfection, slipping, with new eyes, begin again

I possibly found a new favourite form. Cascade is similar to a pantoum, using repeating lines, but this time each stanza ends with the following line, starting from the top of the poem (a/b/c, d/e/A, f/g/B, h/i/C). It reminds me of a waterfall, which is likely how it got its name. Today's prompt is one about finding something perfect in the imperfect. Beauty within the ugly. Noticing something familiar in something you never saw before.

The title is a play on the setting of the poem and the finding of the lost. Probably a little silly, but the concept following me home and stayed for tea.

Bus and Found

Finding the missing piece of
A puzzle all but completed,
but only one eye is opened.

Recognizing within reflections
of the stranger across aisle,
finding the missing piece of

that you never knew was missing.
The unexpected smile and new eyes,
a puzzle all but complete.

Maybe a compliment on your shirt,
or what music are you listening to,
but only one eye is opened.

Before you know it, your stop is here
and the parting of the ways
recognizing within reflection

a kindred spirit that was found
in the most extraordinary places
of the stranger across the aisle.

Wednesday, October 10, 2018

OctPoWriMo Day #10: (dancing on air)

Word Prompts: Euphoric, Dance, In the clouds, Delight, Joy

Poetic Form: Con-Verse; rhyme scheme as aa,bb,cc,dd,ee / meter as 7,7,8,8,9,9,10,10,11,11

Second Feud

In a moment I forgot 
of time, all that I was taught.

That when you acquire some joy
that time becomes a jester's ploy.

Stealing moments away in delight
like a ravenous dragon to fight.

Because a euphoric love came to play
and time was left, of course to run away.

A mocking poem about how the feelings and time can be at odds. Can you see what I do with that? Who are my characters in this poem? What do you think, Dear Readers? This form is a rhymed and metered form, which is a challenge, because I have to have rhymer.com, dictionary.com, and count EVERY lines syllables. 'Twas a bit o' work, but methinks it indeed worked.

Tuesday, October 9, 2018

OctPoWriMo Day #9: (love)

Poetic Form: haiku

I really was at a loss for love tonight. It isn't for a lack of love, but it's for the small things that make us, myself included, feel loved. Today's poem is just that simple; love shown in the simplest way(s). How do you show you love someone in the simplest ways, Dear Reader? I usually buy someone their favourite coffee, with all of their favourite additions; do their dishes; give them a random present because the pig earrings remind you of them.

Just Take It

That moment when you
find there is one last donut--
they didn't eat it.



Love is taking the last donut left for you!

Monday, October 8, 2018

OctPoWriMo Day #8: (moments of madness)

Poetic Form: Blitz Poem.

Word Prompts: Obsessed, Crazed, Troubled mind, Yes and No, Up and down

I think the poem speaks for itself, Dear Readers. I hope you enjoy the

Madness in Love

Turn around
turn back
Back in time
Back to the beginning
Beginning of...
Beginning to end
End of the past 
End of the future
Future begins
Future starts
Starts at the
Starts with ending
Ending the story
Ending the party
Party on
Party forever
Forever is infinity
Forever young
Young is wasted
Young is potential
Potential to make
Potential to die
Die in the darkness
Die in the fire
Fire the rifle
Fire burning bright
Bright is the light
Bright without darkness
Darkness is cozy
Darkness is death
Death is cozy
Death only the word
Word tells the story
Word is knowledge
Knowledge from writing
Knowledge from the teacher
Teacher finds student
Teacher learns to...
To know
To grow
Grow from a seed
Grow from your story
Story to tell
Story I tell
Tell me a story
Tell me the truth 
Truth about me 
Truth about you
You
Me

Sunday, October 7, 2018

OctPoWriMo Day #7: (unsent letters)

I don't have it in me to write serious today. The simple fact is the world is shit right now. We have to figure out how to fix it, and because of the face, i don't want to think to heavily. I will say, PLEASE REGISTER TO VOTE, and PLEASE GO VOTE on NOVEMBER 6th (in the United States, I mean).

Okay, with that being said (I promised myself I will do my part for this year's election), now is the time to write all those unsent letters in my head. That is probably is a really long list and I am tired today, so I will stick to the most important of letters to write. This letter is written in haiku. A simple three line poem with a metered form of 5, 7, 5; usually with a humorous or inspirational intent. i am still learning the fine art of the humorous haiku.

Today I present something that I know is so terrible important for many of us. Something that I think people are afraid to talk about. I'll be the first. Please leave me a comment on your thoughts about this serious topic. Enjoy, Dear Readers.

















Upon  a Shelf

Dear Lay Potato Chips,

Why is there always
a pocket of air in your bags
the size of a state?

Sincerely,
Chip Muncher

Saturday, October 6, 2018

OctPoWriMo Day #6: (conquered)

Poetic Form: Rondeau

Word Prompts: worth the fight, victory, battle, forever, together

A French form, the Rondeau is almost meant to be sung with its rhymed  and repetition form. There are three (3) stanzas within the form: a quintet (5), quatrain (4), and a sestet (6) and a rhyme scheme of aabba aabR aabbaR. There are refrain lines at lines 9 and 15, the ends of the second and third stanzas.

Truthfully, Dear Readers, I need to be honest, I don't like rhyme. I do it because some form dictate that I rhyme, but really I would prefer not to rhyme. I am NOT Dr. Seuss. But I will say that rondeaus are a better form to write, as least for me. There is something with today's poem, or maybe in rondeaus, or maybe both. I am thinking of protest ballads, chants, marches. In today's world it is common, but very necessary.

When I go for my daily runs, I will often post about my battle cries. It motivates me, and I hope to motivate others. That is why I make battle cry into one word: Bacttlecry. It is not just a hash tag, but a way of life, for me anyway. Today is a battlecry!

Whatever your political leaning, I hope you take something from today's offering.

Enjoy!

Modern Battlecry

Listen now, my children, a story to tell
when the raging storm would not quell,
between the lies whispered in ears
and shouted across the mainframe tiers,
that make We the People want to rebel.

A battlecry for the masses to impel,
an oral history with morals, they spell
in poetry stirred by balladeers--
    within this Time for Change.

When it is easy to dispel
the ugly and dirty verbal shrapnel,
is when we need those seers,
the verbal bards to write down these years,
these memories from which we dwell
within this Time for Change.

Friday, October 5, 2018

OctPoWriMo Day #4: (Denied)

WORD PROMPTS: Denied, Refuted, Rejected, Spurned, Vetoed

Poetry Prompt: Denial

Today is denial and sometimes the timing is right. I recent had a moment; a conversation with Denial about a past relationship. The story is unimportant, but the logic behind it the real reason. I had to heal from this thing that had taken over 10 years of my life, maybe closer to 15 now. I don't hate, or forget this moment, but I do remember it. That is why I had to finally relive it, and to  finally close the door. No ill feeling, not even sadness, just a final sense of peace. I didn't even cry while writing it.

Enjoy, Dear Reader, even if it makes to sad. And leave me a comment on what you think, or what you can relate to.

Conversation with Denial

In the briefest of moment,
the words were said.

You can't take them back!

Speaking of the truth,
words that truly angered.

I can't really tell you!

Cannot imagine how it plays out
thinking it is so easy.

I don't think you ever listened!

A moment of time
so readily burned in effigy.

I wanted to tell you!

Replaying over and over, 
a constant rejection reminder.

My feelings were hurt!

It passes by so quickly,
no real thought was given.

You had my heart!

Cannot be taken back,
nightmares recycled over again.

I will say it now!

Time is supposed to heal wounds,
but sometimes it just bleeds out.

It's over! Goodbye!

In a ponding puddle left,
just memories denied.

I'm sorry.

Now, it is too late,
leaving the past alone.

Goodbye.



Thursday, October 4, 2018

OctPoWriMo Day #4: (strange animals)

Just read the poem! I have no other reason, but I would love your thoughts on it, please. It is a writer's prerogative to write strange poems under strange circumstances.

Word prompts: polychromatic, fright, striped, armoured, disturbed

Strange Tea Time

Imagine a Axolotl having tea
with a Naked Mole Rat,
quite the sight you say?
Or are you disturbed?

Hold tight, lemme me explain...

Where animals of every kind,
brought together
to discuss the state of affairs
or new books on the bestsellers list,
holding tiny tea cups.

Only the beginning,
when in walks a Turkey Vulture
dressed to the nines,
bearing a cake for dessert.
"Never you worry," he says,
"It is red velvet,
because vultures love cream cream frosting."

The Turkey Vulture says he's waiting
for the Sea Bunny to arrive,
and
whose bringing a game of Parcheesi.

"Ah, yes," cooed the Axolotl and
Naked Mole Rat,
"then we will have enough to play."


Thank you Google Image Search!!!






Wednesday, October 3, 2018

OctPoWriMo Day #3: (Insecurities)

Poetic Form: Florette

Word Prompts: doubt, trust, overcome, embrace, secure

Call Them What-ifs!

When I am most alone, you know
when now they become a known foe;
and called the mighty doubt demons.
They practice at my expense, one art of show.

I am left to secure again
hijinx that they have begun then,
my own trust it seems they play at--
games of old-fashioned keep away, I will not play.

An easy topic to brainstorm on, but not so easy to write when present with a challenging florette. A poem of at least 2 four line stanazas  with the following rhyme and meter scheme - a,a,b,a; and 8,8,8,12.

I do not like it Sam-I-Am, I do not like one little bit. But, I wrote it anyway. Please leave me an honest comment, good or bad, constructive is the best. Florettes are not my forte, and I need a reason to wrote more. Maybe, Dear Readers if you give me a topic to wrote a florette about I will try again.

Meaning I want to try again, so please give me suggestions to try. No topic is too strange! I'm written a sonnet about Russell's Teapot for Pete's sake. In the meantime, please enjoy my florette.

Tuesday, October 2, 2018

OctPoWriMo Day #2: (Sing)

Word Prompts: sing, redrafts, practice, scribbles, loving

Poetic Form: Tanka or Cinquain

A Tanka is a metered poem, following the style of the haiku, but adding two 7 syllable lines after the standard haiku (5/7/5/7/7). I wasn't really inspired to write a poem with this until I watch a video, randomly, mind  you, of Jim Henson's colleagues singing his favourite songs at his memorial. The one song that stood out was "Just One Person". The words are simple, but the message is strong, and after this past month, it was a solid reminder that I do have believe who believe in me. "If just one person believes in you, deep enough and strong enough, believes in you, hard enough and long enough, before you know it...two whole people believe in you..." May I present my offering to the to goddess and muse, Erato, of the Lyric Poetry.

That One Moment

Singular moment--
when the swelling bridge begins
and there are no words,
your heart knows what it's doing,
"If just one person believes..."

There is not much more to say, Dear Readers. Thank you!


Thoughts on Failure, Movement to the Future.

I don't think a single person like the thought of failure; I know I don't.

But, there is something about the act of failing that I think is necessary. This doesn't mean that you SHOULD go looking for failure, but go looking for how to be better.

Failure is what makes a person determined to succeed, to try again, right?

That statement was not one that I easily came to, Dear Readers. If you had asked me what I thought if failure three years ago, or as far back as 2010 (that's seven years ago), I would have told told you that failure is the worst thing in the world. That it was a sign that you probably should try something else. That you weren't good enough. Maybe that you (or myself since I am talking about a specific thing) weren't cut out for what ever it was you (or I) failed at.

Something else to consider, Dear Readers; that failure makes us see what we are really good at and pushes us to makes those things, those talents stronger. I mean, I have been a writer, and poet since high school, but it wasn't until sometime after 2010 that I actually felt like I was a writer. I think it is because I never really failed at writing up until that point, or maybe never really tried to be a writer. Could even be both, as it amounts to the same thing; I never tried to published my writing, I never revised my writing, I never put my writing out in the world for others to read.

The only difference from that time  in the late 90s to to the present (2018) is that I've failed. I've failed to meet deadlines. Failed to win a contest; failed to revised a piece of writing; failed to edited a piece of writing properly; or failed to achieve funding on a Kickstarter project, twice.

What I HAVE done is to show my writing to my editor. I have one now; to take his suggestions; to let others read my writing, not just as a casual reader, but as Beta Readers, with the harsher criticisms that comes with having Beta Readers. I tried new ways of revising and editing; actually seeing my writing, my stories, from the Objective, not Subjective viewpoint; submitting my writing to online journals, contests, and putting my writing online for others to read; or even trying to Kickstarter funds to , GASP, self-publish my own literary magazine.

I have failed a lot.

But, I have also succeeded!

My first Kickstarter back in January of THIS YEAR, failed to make funding, but I was given some advise and suggestions about promoting the project, time of year to run the project, and content of said project. So, I tried again in April. While I was re-structuring my Kickstarter, I tried something new, I developed a PDF version of the literary magazine to see if it could be done with the resources I had available. It was! I raised funding for the first two issues of what became my literary magazine, "Stories to be Told".

Now, when I thought I had it figured out, I didn't. It appears my third time up to bat at Kickstartering was ALSO a failure. But it wasn't for naught, because  this summer I began to think about how I more a sustainable means to fund my projects, whether it was more issues of "Stories to be Told", or maybe launch my children's books, or my podcast I had been developing. I have so many stories, both completed and incomplete, of stories, poems, or plays laying around that I could certainly keep the mantle of Writer (with a capital W).

This is what I wanted to do with my life; I wanted to write stories, tell stories, and share them with the world.

All this means, Dear Reader is that I have to fail sometimes, well, I have to fail a lot. Sometimes I have to struggle. A fan base, a readership doesn't start out like a Neil Gaiman or a Stephen King, heck it doesn't even start out like an Emily Dickenson, J.R.R. Tolkien, or C.S Lewis for that matter. When you are an Unknown, you have to start at the bottom. You have to build your trust and interest. Sometimes your Twitter followers will increase by 1000 overnight, and a week later you'll lose 950 of them. Sometimes you will lose readers just by doing what you normally do, putting out new content, a new newsletter, or just tweeting about a new book from a fellow author; sometimes the muse will not visit you when you are trying to meet a deadline; or sometimes you will feel that all of your talent is a sham, that you were wrong to go into this career.

These are all very real feelings, thoughts, that I and countless other writers have felt at one time or another. The point is to tell you (and myself), that the failures you encounter are there to push you; to test you; to help you be the best writer, chef, stage manager, Literal Video producer, or gamer that you can be. True, it might be that you decide that isn't for you, but maybe, just maybe you'll find that you still want to tell stories, direct plays, produce Literal Videos; you will take your failures and make them successes.

See?

I may have failed at this Kickstarter  for Issue Two of "Stores to be Told", but now I'm launching my Patreon, "My Mythologies" to keep my stories, my literary magazine, podcast, children's books alive. I know I will struggle and likely, I will fail again, but I will also succeed. I have already succeeding in much since I started on this path. I am a stronger writer and a MUCH BETTER business woman than I was in 2017.

Failure, to me, means success, by way of taking the longer road to get where I was going.

If you want to learn more, please check out my Patreon: My Mythologies, my Website, my Soundcloud, and my Youtube Channel for more content. This blog is still up and running. I am in the middle of OctPoWriMo. Here, There be a Writer is evolving, please come back and see whatg I have in store for the future.

Thanks for reading!

Cheers!
~Cindy

Monday, October 1, 2018

OctPoWriMo Day #1: (Surrender)

It is fitting that I return to this blog in October for OctPoWriMo (October Poetry Writing Month), and it is fitting that this is the 4th year of my friendship with the musketeers: Athos, Aramis, and D'Artagnen , with me as Porthos). This poem is for them, and you know who you are!!!

Topic: Surrender

Word Prompts: Open, Feel, deep, be, Self love

Poetic Form: Free Verse

I don't really dig free verse anymore. I loved it in high school; I wrote of it is college, but now I prefer writing in poetic forms all sorts. Something I have learned about writing is that you sometimes need to return to what you knew back in  the day. So, today, Dear Readers, I return to free verse for OctPoWriMo Day #1.

Today's poem is about that special type of love, Self Love, and discovering it. It is a hard love to find, but it is a beautiful and wonderful love. I hope you enjoy, Dear Readers.

Self Loving Title

I thought of the time before,
will it even be the same?
I thought I couldn't love again,
it will never be the same!
I wanted the what was most easy,
what had always been, you know.
I needed what was most difficult,
the strange and different than I knew.
I wanted to feel,
I wanted to be open,
I wanted love,
I wanted to be...

poojasingh123456 from MorgueFile



Thursday, July 5, 2018

Post challenge

Well, I made it, Dear Readers (okay...maybe a little late)!



Okay, I am VERY late with this post; between finishing A to Z and my Kickstarter getting funded, and then getting cast in a production of Curtains: the Musical, there has been little free time lately. I am working on changing that though. In the meantime here are some thoughts on this years Blogging A to Z.

First, I actually planned out my posts and having a theme and something planned for each day really helped. That helped, especially on days that I had little spare time. Books were my theme, I picked a book that corresponded with the days letter. There are plenty of books I have read, so I was able to blog about each book. Although something to consider is that as I read books I should take some noted, just in case I plan to use that book for a future A to Z challenge, or any future blog. It is a bit more work, but I think it might help me to focus on details of the book.

Second, when I decided to do NaPoWriMo-National Poetry Writing Month, which means writing a poem a day-as well, it gave my posts a bit more substance. I'm a poet by nature, so it only makes sense that I would write a poem about that days featured book. Even if I wasn't doing NaPoWriMo I think I would still write a poem about whatever topic I was writing about (book, movie, etc.), because that is what I do.

Third, I need to push myself a bit harder when I do these challenges, because I find that when I have something to strive for then I manage to achieve those goals. This means next year I will plan out my April, and outline each post. It feels like a lot of work, but I think I can make my posts more engaging and provocative.

Blogging from A to Z has always been a challenge that I love to return to, and I hope you have enjoyed this years posts. Happy Reading!

jeltovski at morguefile

Monday, April 30, 2018

Z is for Zebra (On Beyond)

What lies beyond Zebra? Past the letter Z? There appears to be a whole new branch of critters that exist solely beyond the letter Z and zebra.

On Beyond Zebra written by Dr. Seuss always fascinated me with the strange creatures and the strange letters that looked sort of like runes, or the ogham alphabet. That was before I knew what the ogham alphabet was. I think I imagined trying to write sentences with these new letters, I don't  was successful in this venture.

There were a few books of Dr. Seuss that feature new creatures, from On Beyond Zebra, If I Ran the Zoo, and If I Ran the Circus are the main ones that featured undiscovered creatures. But the thin about many Dr. Seuss books is that there was usual an animal, or place with a strange and ever-long/how-do-you-pronounce that name in the stories. I definitely remember the names, and certainly imagining what those places looked like, beyond the actually stories.

What are your favourite Seussian creatures from any of the books? Leave me a comment below, Dear Readers.


Beyond the Known

When striking the last line
at the bottom of the letter Zed.
You should know there is a lot more than
what you already know.

At the bottom of the letter Zed,
there is a letter called a Yuzz.
What you already know
about life after Zebra?

There is a letter called a Yuzz,
the beginning of the 'after Z safari,'
about life after Zebra,
and all of the things that exist.

The beginning of the 'after Z safari'
will surprise you with it's diversity
and all of the things that exist,
beyond what you know.

Will surprise you with it's diversity
and maybe some rhyming,
beyond what you know;
maybe even want to know them all.

And maybe some rhyming
as you begin to explore the terrain,
maybe want to know they all,
like some sort of game.

As to begin to explore the terrain,
you should know there is a lot more;
like some sort of game
when striking the last line.

Sunday, April 29, 2018

NaPoWriMo: Hidden Identities


Shakespeare Sunday and a pantoum for 12th Night. Enjoy! 

Also, I am a little glad that April and NaPoWriMo/Blogging A to Z is almost over I am a little whupped in the poetic department. It's been fun, and planning ahead as certainly helped, but I am ready to be done. Still, today was a challenge as I haven't actually read 12th Night all the way through. I hope I did it justice anyway, Dear Readers.


Hidden Identities

A hidden gender truth
from one who wants to find her way.
Mistaken identities run loose 
from the company in Illyria.

From one who wants to find her way,
is loved by a lady, who is also loved by the Duke
from the company in Illyria,
where a sibling lost has returned;

And is loved by a lady, who is also loved by the Duke,
but also finds the stranger in town familiar,
where a sibling lost has returned
and holds the fancy of the Duke's love.

But also finds the stranger in town familiar,
in his care for the lost Sebastian who,
and holds the fancy of the Duke's love,
a pentagon of love.

In his care for the lost Sebastian who;
a story of he loves she, loves her or him,
a pentagon of love.
Here's a clue, all works out in the end.

A story of he loves she, loves her or him,
mistaken identities run loose
Here's a clue, all works out in the end,
a hidden gender truth.

Saturday, April 28, 2018

Y is for Year of the Flood (The)

The sequel to Margaret Atwood's dystopian series, The Maddaddam Series: The Year of the Flood takes the story of two new characters and their fighting chance to survive the world after the waterless flood.

Set in the same world as Oryx and Crake, you now get to see life in the city and beyond, how people ho have survived are surviving. There is Ren, a trapeze artist trapped in a sex club and Toby, former member of the cult God's Gardeners and is trapped in an abandoned spa. This is their story about breaking free and what waits for them on the outside. Imagine the world of Snowman and Crake's Children it is wild and dangerous, and thoroughly enjoyable.

Margaret Atwood's created a wild world that so invests your time and attention in the details, but not sacrificing the story.

Have you, Dear Readers, ever read Margaret Atwood? What books, or short stories? Wat do you want to read? The MaddAddam Trilogy is still my favourite.


Waterless

When there is nothing left,
after the flood has passed;
is not one of water that takes the lives
and leave the world's survivor left.

After the flood has passed,
what will you do;
and leave the world's survivors left
to inherit what's left of the earth.

What will you do?
Are you meek enough
to inherit whats left of the earth
after everyone is gone.

Are you meek enough,
to take on the wrath of Animalia
after everyone is gone,
and all that is left to eat are cocktail wienies?

To take on the wrath of Animalia
in the days after the flood
and all that are left to eat are cocktail wienies or
to eat something called Jolt Bars.

In the days after the flood,
locked way, safe and sound
to eat something called Jolt Bars
and avoid starving to death.

Locked away, safe and sound--
is not one of water that takes the lives
and avoid starving to death,
when there is nothing left.

Friday, April 27, 2018

X is for Xanadu

You want a trip in the surreal? Maybe with rock music? Someplace where ELO meets Big Bands...and Gene Kelly. Oh, and there's roller skating too!

Sound like a fever dream? Maybe...

It's Xanadu!

First a poem titled Kubla Khan in 1797 by a poet Samuel Taylor Coleridge (belo w is the first stanza), it's about the Mongolian ruler Kubla Khan, the grandson of Genghis Khan dreaming in his pleasure palace;  a movie in 1980; and later musical in 2007.

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan 
A stately pleasure-dome decree: 
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran 
Through caverns measureless to man 
Down to a sunless sea. 

Xanadu is defined as an idyllic place, a place place of great beauty, luxury, contentment. From dictionary.com and Merriam-Webster online dictionary.

Xanadu is many thing all rolled into one. The primary story centers on the Greek muses, nine sisters and one muse in particular, Kira's (real name is Terpsichore. Clio in the musical.) and her adventures on earth. The funny part is the movie is adaptation of a movie from Down to Earth (1947), which is an adaptation of a play Heaven Can Wait. The movie is filled with rock music from ELO (Electric Light Orchestra), Olivia Newton-John, who plays Kira in the movie, and early animation from Don Bluth. Never mind that it is about a roller disco and features Gene Kelly in his last movie role; and one amazing scene that blends 1940s and 1980s music into the most intense mash-up ever.

It was also one of two movie nominated for the first ever Golden Raspberry Award, but lost out to the Village People movie, Can't Stop the Music.

It also needs to be seen to be believed.


A Musing Inspiration

Where is the inspiration?
The Greeks believed the Muses inspired,
giving mankind a leg up in creativity
in song, poetry, and dance.

The Greeks believed the Muses inspired,
nine sisters to grant humanity gifts
in song, poetry, and dance;
to create something out of nothing.

Nine sisters to grant humanity gifts,
although I prefer my gifts to be my own,
to create something out of nothing,
but maybe I am wrong.

Although I prefer my gifts to be my ow,n,
weaving words across a page or colours across a canvas,
but maybe I am wrong,
that gifts are given to us, for us make our own.

Weaving words across a page or colours across a canvas; 
that is our job, isn't it?
That gifts are given to us, for us make our own,
out of the spiritual ether around us.

That is out jobs, isn't it,
make the art that the world needs
out of the spiritual ether around us?
That might just be the gods bequeathing their gifts.

Make the art that the world needs,
giving mankind a leg up in creativity
that might just be the gods bequeathing their gifts.
What is the inspiration? 

Thursday, April 26, 2018

W is for Witch (of Blackbird Pond)

This was a school book that I read in middle school. This is a book that I love so much I went out and found me a copy and reread it years later. This is a book that is worth the read, young or old.

The Witch of Blackbird Pond was written by Elizabeth George Speare and published n 1958.

The story is of one Kit Tyler, who after her Grandfather's death travels from Barbados, where she was raised to Wethersfield, Connecticut. After she becomes an orphan she finds  her Aunt Rachel and Uncle Matthew in the north and happen to be puritans. Kit is not! She's lives on atropical island with servants her whole life. Now she has to learn how to fit, smack in the middle of a colder and darker world, one that thinks anything different is wrong and she has to work to earn her way. She meets and befriends Hannah Tupper, a Quaker, and fellow outcast. The village believes is a witch. Kit tries very hard to fit in  and wants to help, but finds herself suspected of witchcraft. It is only because someone comes forward explaining that Kit was just trying to help, and Kit is released from her suspicion. Her name is cleared.

The Witch of Blackbird Pond is a wonderful story set in a familiar time period, but is told is such a way that you can picture what Wethersfield looks like, or Hannah Tupper's house, or the deck of the ship The Dolphin. I love livid imagery and wonderful detailed places, and yet it doesn't sacrifice the story. If you get a chance, you should definitely read. it.

Island Girl

Traveling across the ocean
to a cold and faraway place,
where you know no one,
and everyone believes you are wrong.

To a cold and faraway place,
where suspicion reigns eternal
and everyone believes you are wrong,
because you can swim.

Where suspicion reigns eternal
and everything is to be feared,
because you can swim
or teach Bible scenes through acting.

And everything is to be feared,
because if it doesn't fit with God's plan
or teach Bible scenes through acting
to the children in school.

Because if it doesn't fit with God's plan, 
like Quakers and girls from Barbados.
To the children in school
you are condemned a witch.

Like Quakers and girls from Barbados
who are a little different.
You are condemned a witch,
that is the end, you think.

Who are a little different,
where you know no one,
that is the end, you think;
traveling across the ocean.

Wednesday, April 25, 2018

V is for View (from the Cheap Seats)

Something occurred to me right before I started writing this; not all books need to be fiction, and  some books are better as non-fiction.

That is a strange statement coming from me. The person who prefers fiction to reality, some days.

It  was apparent that The View from the Cheap Seats had to be today's book. There was also a mess of thoughts about how even the stories of your reality, or reality is general, can be just as fascinating as any fiction.

When Cheap Seats first came out, I was all over it. It was a Neil Gaiman book, so of course I needed it. I needed to read it. It wasn't fiction, but there was something magical about reading Neil's thoughts on books, movies, comic books, favourite author, movies of his books, his hawt musical wife, and being famous; I ate it up.

I read every single essay. No, likely I devoured every single essay. I may not have read some of the pieces that Neil wrote about, but I really got to feel like I had, or that I wanted to. Personal favourites include his essays on Douglas Adams, Ray Bradbury, one titled "Some Reflections on Myth", and  another titled "Make Good Art".

The whole book should be read, honestly, as there is something for everyone.

I may not even get the cheap seats; sometimes I get nosebleed seats and need to bring binoculars. Haha! So, I wrote my own tribute to the man and his book that gave to me something special: a love of non-fiction and essays. No one has done that before. And I have read some really wonderful non-fiction, but this one is special.

So, from my own place in the nosebleed seats, here's to you, Neil!

Musings From the Nosebleed Seats

In a book upon my shelf,
full of mysteries to delve into; 
not all stories have to be fiction,
sometimes reality is stranger than fiction.

Full of mysteries to delve into,
from a man no stranger to fantasy.
Sometimes reality is stranger than fiction
in the lives that we choose to live.

From a man no stranger to fantasy,
a writer writing on writing.
In the lives we choose to live,
and the books we choose to read.

A writer writing on writing,
yet it is the nature of the writer
and the books we choose to read,
that build our mythologies.

Yet it is the nature of the writer,
to find these connections
that build our mythologies
and to wax philosophical.

To find these connections
between our fantasies and realities
and to wax philosophical
from the nosebleed seats.

Between our fantasies and realities,
I have uncovered my own truths
from the nosebleed seats,
that maybe there is still hope.

I have uncovered my own truths;
not all stories have to be fiction,
that maybe there is still hope
in a book upon my shelf.

Tuesday, April 24, 2018

U is for UP (Great Day for)

The Letter of the day is U. It was hard to find a U title to use, so I had to get creative and use a title that features the letter U. I will utilized my grey matter. The umpteen entries for words that starts with Un that I find, but I won't take umbrage with that. Maybe I'll just buy a ukelele and sing you this book? It just so happens that Dr. Seuss is good for that-alas I don't have a ukelele-with a book called, Great Day for Up.

A rousing tale to help you wake up and start your day. Although, I am just a tad cynical when it comes to early risers, or getting up in the morning in general. I tend to like my bed and being burritoed in my warm and comfy blankets. But get UP I do.

At least a Great Day for Up is a good book to write a pantoum about.

This book was (and still is) part of my collection, although over the years this said collection has shrunk some, and I absolutely love Dr. Seuss in any form. His way with words makes you want to read the books louder and in some cases faster. Dr. Seuss books were staples of my bedtime routine for years. And I am not afraid to admit that sometimes I will take out one of his books to read. They never get old! Green Eggs and Ham, On Beyond Zebra, If I Ran the Zoo, or Scrambled Eggs Super are just a few of my favourites.

Not much else to say, except that I am UP today!

Here's your poetic slice for today, Dear Readers. I don't try to rhyme when I write, as most times it comes off as trite. (Okay, you had that coming). So, I pose to you what are your favourite Dr. Seuss stories? Please leave me a comment below.

Cheers!

UP, You Say? UP!

This little book's wishes,
states hardly more than two dozen words
(I haven't counted though)
about the joys of getting up.

States hardly more than two dozen words,
mostly using that two letter word
about the joys of getting up,
usually when the sun slowly rises.

Mostly using that two letter word
to rally the troops to get them outta bed,
usually when the sun slowly rises,
but others will UP in the middle of night.

To rally the troops to get them outta bed,
because that is what you do, right?
But others will UP in the middle of night,
but it is still UP! UP! UP!

Because that is what you do, right?
I prefer to avoid the status quo, you know,
but it is still UP! UP! UP!
Faster and earlier each day.

I prefer to avoid the status quo, you know,
but taking my time to rise though
faster and earlier each day,
I will still slowly get UP in order to follow

But taking my time to rise though
(I haven't counted though)
I will still slowly get UP in order to follow;
this little book's wishes.



Monday, April 23, 2018

T is for Time Machine

Can you imagine time travel? Race through the time stream or vortex in electric blues and greens. Who decides the colour of time?

I'm sure you have seen plenty of movies and TV shows about time travel, with elaborate machine, telephone boxes, and such; maybe even read a book or two. The concept is fascinating and Wells' novella has been made into radio dramas and four different movies.

The Time Machine, which was written by H. G Wells in 1895 and my definitive version is the 1960 movie starring Rod Taylor and Alan Young. I have also read the novella at least three times. The story is of an unnamed scientist who builds a time machine and travels far into the future, the year 801,702 to be exact, where man has become child-like and innocent (the Eloi) and under the control of another race of humans called the Morlocks, who are subterranean. The Time Traveler learns the fate of humanity, but rather than return to his time, bring a bit of knowledge to the Eloi, the race of above race of child-like man, and thus build a new world out of what was left.

It is included in the Dying Earth subgenre, where the earth is naturally dying (End of Time), and not caused by an apocalyptic situation. It goes as far back as 1805 with Le Dernier Homme but Jean-BapisteCousin de Grainville, a story about the last man on a sterile earth..

It poses an interesting question by the end of the book and movie; what book(s) would you take to help rebuild mankind?



The Traveler's Path


Not standing still, but always moving
time has a way of never resting.
A traveler hurling through time,
beyond anything he knows.

Time has a way of never resting.
onward it travels, passing
beyond anything he knows
when the world has begun to die.

Onward it travels, passing
through minutes and hours
when  the world has begun to die;
after eons have passed.

Through minutes and hours,
now more than seconds and
after eons have passed
mankind dwells within the garden.

Now more than seconds and
the serpent is revealed twisted, perverted; and
mankind dwells within the garden,
and is mere fodder for the serpents, the Morlocks.

The serpent is revealed twisted, perverted; and
raising mankind to like cattle,
and is mere fodder for the serpents, the Morlock;
is the future of the human race.

Raising mankind to be like cattle--
A traveler hurling through time,
is the future of the human race,
not standing still, but always moving.

Sunday, April 22, 2018

NaPoWriMo: Cursed Lineage

Today is Macbeth day; and all the love for Dunsinane and such...



Cursed Lineage

Foreseen by Witches,
destined to be king,
but forged deep in blood,
a darkness most desired.

Destined to be king,
the Scottish Lord Macbeth,
a darkness most desired
by steel and blood is born.

The Scottish Lord Macbeth,
converses with Weird Sisters,
by steel and blood is born,
and King Duncan lies dead. 

Converses with Weird Sisters
about fates and lineages, 
and King Duncan lies dead
and more death lines up in wait.

About fates and lineages;
the Macbeth line is cursed blank
and more death lines up in wait;
of dearest Banquo and Lady Macduff.

The Macbeth line is cursed blank
with no sons to call his own,
of dearest Banquo and Lady Macduff
with strong and fertile lines will cease.

With no sons to call his own,
but forged deep in blood
with strong and fertile lines will cease;
foreseen by Witches.

Saturday, April 21, 2018

S of for Stardust

A love story, a fantasy adventure, and drama with a fantastical theme, that is everything in the book (and movie) Stardust by Neil Gaiman. And this is a short entry, because I was out all day doing VERY IMPORTANT work! Enjoy the poem! Read the book!!



Yes I used the name of Captain Shakespeare in the movie, not the book which is Captain Alberic and the ship the Perdita.

Cheers! (cause I got this on time, meaning before midnight EST).

Stellar Love

When you wish upon a star,
does it make the star now fall?
And you now have a chance to impress
the love that you so want to address.

Does it make the star now fall,
because you willed it to?
The love that you so want to address
with a quest to prove that love real.

Because you willed it to,
now you can bring a treasure to her
with a quest to prove that love real,
but what you didn't plan for was...

Now you can bring a treasure to her,
a beautiful fallen star that shines,
but what you didn't plan for was
the love of Yvaine is a much stronger pull.

A beautiful fallen star that shines,
at first with anger, but then something like
the love of Yvaine is a  much stronger pull
after the chase, the witches and Septimus too.

At first with anger, but then something like
a dance on deck of the Caspertine
after the chase, the witches and Septimus too
when for a moment the guard is down.

A dance on deck of the Caspertine
and some lightening to sell,
when for the moment, the guard is down
that love spans across the universe.

And some lightening to sell,
and a visit to Victoria reveals
that the love spans the universe,
but not the wall, unless to dust she returns.

And a visit to Victoria reveals
that you have a chance to impress,
but not the wall, unless to dust she returns
when you wish upon a star.

Friday, April 20, 2018

R is for Round Robin

I had a huge collection of books as a kid, and I still have a bunch of the books including today's book, Round Robin by Jack Kent. It is the story of a very hungry robin, who eats and eats, and by the time winter arrives he, 'looks more like a ball, than a bird' (actually line from the book).

It's a funny little story with some pretty awesome artwork that chronicles Round Robin's attempt to get south by hopping the whole way. He is chased by foxes and cars, sliding on ice, conversation and generally fearing for his life, until surprise, surprise he is able to fly the last bit on his own, because he lost weight with all that Hippity Hop, Bumpity Bumping southward.

But my favourite was and is 'Hippity Hop, Slipity Slide'', when he is sliding down the road.


We are have felt like Round Robin, just a little more, it won't hurt anything. But in reality, it is a good lesson in moderation, or watch out for foxes!


Little Bird Eat

Little Robin where have you gone?
All summer pecking at the seeds,
eating your fill and then some,
til you  become more of a ball, than a bird.

All summer pecking at the seeds,
called Round Robin, as you go,
til you become more of a ball, than a bird
and now winter is coming.

Called Round Robin, as you go,
must to the south you will travel
and now winter is coming
and there is no more seed.

Must to the south you will travel,
but to flap and flutter, now you stumble
and there is no more seed,
so off you set, hippity hopping...

But to flap and flutter, now you stumble
as you travel southward, 
so of you set, hippity hopping
and before you know it...

As you travel southward,
eating your fill and then some
and before you know it
Little Robin where have you gone.


Thursday, April 19, 2018

Q is for Quiet (Place, A)

Okay I have to cheat a little today. I haven't read a single book that starts with the Letter Q, and I'm slightly ashamed by this. A Quiet Place is today. Anyway, this movie was worth two novels, from the content to the acting. I usually prefer to have explanations for my characters and plot, but after re-watching Cloverfield and then seeing 10 Cloverfield Lane, I understand why storytellers will give you only a bare bones backstory (okay that was a lot of alliteration there).

A Quiet Place is a story to be seen. It is not quite the horror movie that the trailers are promoted. I think it falls into a science fiction thriller. John Krasinski wrote this screenplay, and I seemed to have forgotten that he was on the office as Jim Halpert.

Although, I did have to remind myself not to jump at the jump scares. It didn't really work this time, sadly...I enjoyed this movie. But jump scares aside, this is a solid plot with a fascinating concept, and top notch acting, especially from the non-humans.

The actors really needed to be able to act with their faces and hands as there there is little to no spoken dialogue. The actress, Millicent Simmonds, who play the daughter is actually deaf. Her and John Krasinski were wonderful together.An entertaining movie and one I would consider buying on DVD, which says a lot  because I am super picky about the movie I buy on DVD.

And, A Quiet Place was shot in Pawling, New Paltz, and Little Falls, NY. Favourite shot in the moive is of Main Street in Little Falls, so creepy and beautiful, but I have a thing for things that are old and abandon, or at least made to look abandoned.

So, some of you are probably here for the poem. Okay, I can when you are humouring me rambling on about movies and such. Today's pantoum that is so silent, well, it might kill you if you make a noise while reading it, Dear Readers. A bit of humour for you today.

Enjoy!

Silent Steps


There is nothing left but silence
throughout the empty streets.
Don't say a word, walking silent steps,
because that is how they know.

Throughout the empty streets,
the soft footfalls muffled upon sand,
because that is how they know,
when your feet hits a creaky spot.

The soft footfalls muffled upon sand,
walking to town, gathering supplies leftover.
When you make a sound,
and forget the nightmare all around you.

Walking to town, gathering supplies leftover
when your are sick with a fever,
and forget the nightmare all around you,
on prescribed paths outlined everywhere.

When tour are sick with a fever
after all the people are gone.
On prescribed paths outlined everywhere,
silent, because they can hear you breathing.

After all the people are gone,
everything becomes a chore,
silent, because they can hear you breathing
and knowing that frightens you.

Everything becomes a chore.
Don't say a word, walking silent steps
and knowing that frightens you;
there is nothing left but silence.