Farewell, Adieu for Now

The whole point of this site was to have less of me. It is a group site after all and even though I would like to think I am part of that group the group itself doesn't exist. "Something For The Weekend, Sir?"  is like putting an empty pot on the stove less the water. Nothing comes to the boil. 

The idea with this site was to create another discharge blog. Now that was all team with little me. In life, there are no individuals. We confuse individuality with character or personality. We are people who form a collective.  This fact is easily corroborated. Yes, there is the body that we inhabit. The brain that makes the whole thing work. The tastes that that particular vehicle has but all the same we humans remain part of something more than pure individuality. We are made, as all things in this universe are, of the building blocks of life.  Not one thing can be separated from that. Our personality traits only add to the whole.

So, the pot is empty. The heat is on. There is no steam evaporating as the pot has no water in it. All there is is me. Me and the Ornery Owl.

My idea was simple. I wrote it once. I sent it many times to many people. Sadly, only a few responded. Thinking about that fact, why should they? What I wrote, what I sent by E-mail was this...

POETS UNITE

Hi,

I am seeking poets to join my spoken word poetry site.

The rules are few and easy.

1. First poet records his words via YouTube then posts them onto the site. He/she leaves it a week then invites another poet to do the same. In effect a spoken word relay that will encompass the globe. It doesn’t matter which language is used – all are welcome. The idea is to spread poetry in the spoken form.

2. All posts have to be on a Friday as the site is called "Something For the Weekend, Sir?"

That's it. Simple.

If interested contact me, Russell CJ Duffy, by e-mail – russellcjduffy@gmail.com

All the best,

 

Russell

Even with the support of The Poetry Society it was me who copied their work before putting it onto this site. Each and every Friday. I thoroughly enjoyed that practice as much as I thoroughly love poetry. Still, "Something For the Weekend, Sir?" is a collective not a one band busker nicking other peoples work from YouTube.

I am not defeated, depressed, disengaged or defiant. What I am is appreciative that my idea is not shared. This site remains open. Who knows, one day, someday, some poet may arrive to relight the stove, pour fresh water into the pot bringing the whole thing to the boil. For now, though, I am shuffling away. 

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Tao - Be Like Water

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Marianne Faithfull with Warren Ellis

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Appointment With an Epidemic

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Image by Gordon Johnson from Pixabay

The rat ran and she chased, the plague chased and she ran

kisses can serve as vectors for

disease and more

love is a rat

caught in a trap

kisses can spread disease, you know

the way things go

heavens above

the worst is love

bubonic plague can cause a scare

but can't compare

to betrayal

of hearts so frail

I fell too easily under the spell of his

long eyelashes and Bohemian rhapsody

his naughty rhymes raised in me the deepest desire

only to plummet me to the depths of despair

my specious attraction to his colorful way

made me act reckless and flit about like a fly

he prowled like a jaguar to my home each night

he was a rat who addicted me like powder

I clung onto his arm like a tattoo design

feared his desire would flicker like a dying flame

he would drift away from my hearth when spring blew in

he was a virus infecting my wounded soul

pressure to maintain impossible perfection

always drove me to hate my flawed self even more

he only saw women as collapsible dolls

why the hell did it take me so long to say no?

I suffered so long trying to make him love me

but he hadn't an inkling of love in his mind

better off with him gone to try and recover

the last tattered vestiges of my self-respect

I now see my mistakes made a lot of mistakes

did your dick fall out of your pants when you cheated?

gravity made you fall on me when you raped me?

oops, I was clumsy, I walked into a door

abusive men are worse than rats or viruses

I should no longer insult rats and viruses

by comparing them to my abusive partners

the way I was treated makes COVID look pretty

~cie~

Day 23: Write an "Appointment" poem

https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/2021-april-pad-challenge-day-23

Day 24: Write a question poem.

https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/2021-april-pad-challenge-day-24

The question is, why did I allow myself to be abused by horrible men? 

This poem isn't about one specific man or relationship. It is about the string of abusive relationships that I was involved in over the years.

Write a poem using anapestic tetrameter.

https://dversepoets.com/2021/04/22/mtb-hopscotch-with-anapestic-tetrameter/

we have two unstressed syllables followed by one stressed. da-da-DAM.

you can do it with rhymes or without. You can break up your 12 syllable lines, and add little flaws. It can be funny or stark, but listen to the hopscotch rhythm and after a while you’ll be hooked.

I honestly don't feel like I did very well with the meter aspect. I tried, but my brain started to twist around itself. I did adhere to the 12-syllable line rule, except for the three eight-syllable lines.

First Line Friday: The rat ran and he chased. 

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2021/04/23/first-line-friday-april-23-2021/

I changed "he" to "she."

Wordle

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2021/04/19/wordle-237-and-please-read-all/

Kiss

Eyelashes

Long

Bohemian

Raise

Deepest

Plummet

Reckless

Jaguar

Specious- superficially plausible, but actually wrong

Collapsible

Colorful

Write a "minute" poem.

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2021/04/24/lucky-dip-saturday-mix-24-april-2021/

The Minute Poem is rhyming verse form consisting of 12 lines of 60 syllables written in strict iambic meter. The poem is formatted into 3 stanzas of 8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4 syllables. The rhyme scheme is as follows: aabb, ccdd, eeff.

I incorporated the Minute Poem into the metered free-verse poem.

Day 23: 

https://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-three-7/

write a poem that responds, in some way, to another. This could be as simple as using a line or image from another poem as a jumping-off point, or it could be a more formal poetic response to the argument or ideas raised in another poem. 

This poem is a response to the collective prompts.

Day 24:

https://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-four-7/

Today’s (optional) prompt is a fun one. Find a factual article about an animal. A Wikipedia article or something from National Geographic would do nicely – just make sure it repeats the name of the animal a lot. Now, go back through the text and replace the name of the animal with something else – it could be something very abstract, like “sadness” or “my heart,” or something more concrete, like “the streetlight outside my window that won’t stop blinking.” You should wind up with some very funny and even touching combinations, which you can then rearrange and edit into a poem.

I sort of did this. The animal I used was a rat.

http://fishypoets.blogspot.com

https://lindaghill.com/2021/04/23/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-april-24-2021/

Use the sound "oop" somewhere in your work.

https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2021/04/18/wordle-499/

arm

design

drift

flicker

fly

hearth

night

powder

pressure

prowl

spring

virus

https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2021/04/24/three-things-challenge-578/

GONE

HAND

NO

I used this prompt, but they prefer family-friendly posts and mine went in a sweary direction, so I'm not going to share this poem with them.

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Same Old Sob Story: Lone Prairie Version

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I'm here to tell you a story

that you already know so well

six-time loser down on her luck

at least this afternoon

we'll be able to hit the food bank

pushed out of the city

because we couldn't afford to stay

the poor are not welcome

on the streets of concrete and asphalt

we didn't want to stay anyway

the moon on the prairie is pretty

the sky is big and on a summer day

the clouds look like ice cream floats

I like it better out here

but old habits and conditions die hard

I am still nowhere even close to having wealth

while I love my affordable crockery

that I purchased during those fleeting moments when I had the means

I wish that I could know security

one of the things that money can buy

I think I'll change the words of the song

to "make good with you"

or maybe "make good on what we do"

since I'm talking about family

specifically, my son

and having a successful life

here on the prairie

and nothing of romance

or any of that sort of nonsense

that I sure as hell don't need 

my own life is enough of a shambles

I don't need an overbearing father

or a spoiled little boy

in an overripe body

thinking that testosterone makes him the boss

I don't speak to much of anybody

I don't allow myself to think much on

things that are going to make me cry

but many days I feel as if my heart might pop

here inside my lonely bubble

I'm trying to get back into my routine

after a week of feeling attacked from many angles

I don't respond well to adversity

I guess the collection agency decided to leave me be

you can't get blood from a stone as they say

I'm still waiting on the delivery of my freezer

~cie~

Day 15: Write a (Blank) Story poem.

https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/2021-april-pad-challenge-day-15

Day 16:

Write a City poem.

https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/2021-april-pad-challenge-day-16

Day 17: 

Write a Waiting poem.

https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/2021-april-pad-challenge-day-17

https://dversepoets.com/2021/04/15/open-link-290-live-edition/

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2021/04/16/make-it-with-you-challenge-180/

Day 15: Write a poem about a habit you picked up from your parents.

https://www.napowrimo.net/day-fifteen-7/

Day 16: Write a Skeletonic verse.

I didn't do this.

https://www.napowrimo.net/day-sixteen-8/

Day 17: Write a poem about the moon.

https://www.napowrimo.net/day-seventeen-7/

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2021/04/17/same-same-but-different-saturday-mix-17-april-2021/

speak

cry

stop

allow

pop

http://fishypoets.blogspot.com

https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2021/04/17/three-things-challenge-571/

WEALTH

AFFORDABLE

CROCKERY

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Get Bent! (The Walker Strikes Back): A Choka

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The Thing of Evil in front of the house where my son and I live.

I cannot imagine why the hell anyone would want to use this picture, but please credit me if you do.

Here's a Choka composed by my walker. To understand why my walker is miffed at me, you will want to read the preceding poem, composed by me.

https://poetryofthenetherworld.blogspot.com/2021/04/flipping-script.html

I did not cause you

your physical compromise

you crabby old bag

don't you revile me

when other people talk down

about your body

your hostility

you're misdirecting at me

you can just get bent

your anxiety

their societal bias

these imprison you

you still revile me

you say I make you look bad

though I set you free

I didn't break you

although I cannot mend you

I will support you

if you will allow me to

~cie's walker~

Day 9: Write a persona (inanimate object) poem. The poem was written from my walker's POV.

https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/2021-april-pad-challenge-day-9

Day 10: Write a Get (blank) poem. As you can see, the walker is telling me to get bent for writing an unkind poem about it.

https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/2021-april-pad-challenge-day-10

Write a poem about the body or its parts. While the poem's approach is indirect, it references my frustrations at how broken my body is and about using an assistive device to get around.

https://dversepoets.com/2021/04/08/mtb-the-body-poetry/

https://corazon.typepad.com/recuerda_mi_corazon/2021/04/haiku-my-heart-1.html

Day 9: Write a to-do list poem.

https://www.napowrimo.net/day-nine-7/

I didn't do this.

Day 10: Write a junk drawer poem.

https://www.napowrimo.net/day-ten-9/

My body is kind of a junk drawer of mismatched, poorly working parts. I sometimes wonder if I'm not a Frankenstein monster that Young God cobbled together before he made man in his own image and perfected that experiment when he made woman. 

I eventually escaped from my cage and came down to terrorize Earth. God said, "meh, let her go, she'll come home eventually."

One might say, "but Cie, since you're a woman, aren't you part of that perfected class?"

The thing is, I've never felt like I was a woman. I'm not implying that I have gender dysphoria or that I'm some sort of third sex. I'm fully aware that I'm female, and I'm fine with being female except for the way females are treated, and, to be honest, my periods were pure hell and I could have done without that mess, but it is what it is. Hence why I'm a feminist and not the fun kind. 

What I mean is I never felt like I'm what a woman is supposed to be. I'm not small or pretty or delicate. I may, in fact, be fiercely and wonderfully made, but nobody on this planet is ever going to realize that. Honestly, I've never felt like I was even human because I've always been ridiculed and never found a place to belong.

Opposing forms

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2021/04/10/opposing-forces-saturday-mix-10-april-2021/

http://www.facebook.com/groups/snippetsunday

http://fishypoets.blogspot.com

http://wewriwa.blogspot.com

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Trees of Tomorrow Tanka

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Image by Hans Braxmeier from Pixabay

could I be so bold

to see what the future holds

keep searching ahead

shall we plant a fence of trees

that will outlive you and me?

~cie~

The tree pictured above is an American plum. My son and I want to plant trees that are low-maintenance, suitable for Colorado's nutrient-poor and often dry soil and will attract pollinators. As an added benefit, the fruit of these little beauties is edible, and I spent part of my disability back payment to buy a nice water bath canner. I would like to try my hand at making jams and other preserves.

If we take good care of our trees, they will beautify our little town and bring happiness to future generations. It is our goal to leave things better than we found them. We all need to take better care of our world if we want it to keep taking care of us.

The Prompts

April PAD Challenge

Day 2: Write a "what does the future hold" poem.

https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/2021-april-pad-challenge-day-2

D'Verse Poets

https://dversepoets.com/2021/04/01/oh-my-its-april-fools-day/

Haiku My Heart

https://corazon.typepad.com/recuerda_mi_corazon/2021/04/haiku-my-heart.html

Mindlovemisery's Menagerie Music Challenge

Keep Searchin' (We'll Follow the Sun)

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2021/04/02/keep-searchin-well-follow-the-sun-challenge-179/

NaPoWriMo Day 2

Write a "road not taken" poem.

https://www.napowrimo.net/day-two-8/

I...um...sort of followed the prompt. This poem is about a road that my son and I are looking down but haven't taken yet.

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