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Jill's WtMaWriMo Thread

Postby JillStar » Wed Mar 09, 2016 10:29 pm

So, at some point after WT went to the dark side (lol), I moved on to a different pen name. The main reason is because JillStar became a very used username all over the place. Some of those user names were not something I wanted associated with me so... I changed to something else. I haven't decided if I will have my username changed here on WT to match what I go by now, but if I do, I'll make it well known (I'm leaning in that direction).

When I link to my poetry/writing blog and, if you go visit, that really is me... honest and for true. O:)

My new pen name is Phenix JiRa... and yes, there is a story behind it. 8-[

I am transferring some of what I've been writing so far this month into this this thread (it was previously posted on FB).

PARTY ON DUDES! :reading:
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Re: Jill's WtMaWriMo Thread

Postby JillStar » Sat Mar 12, 2016 4:39 pm

I'm moving some of this information over from the FFF writing group. This is my thread for the NaMaWriMo where I'll post my writing and links to my blog where, if you want, you can read the poems. If not, that's cool... this challenge is to get me writing again.

The last poem I wrote was 10/27/15 and that's mainly due to moving. We closed on our new house 10/29 and began the lovely job of packing and then painting the new place. It pretty much consumed me. Now, quite a few months later, I think I just forgot... #-o
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Re: Jill's WtMaWriMo Thread

Postby JillStar » Sat Mar 12, 2016 4:52 pm

I started out WtMaWriMo with a poem written on 3/1/16 called Feline Forever. Not really my typical poem but honestly, my poems have changed enough over time that I'm not sure what my typical poem is any more.

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FELINE FOREVER

They call me feline, for what reason I know not,
but it makes them feel superior.
Amusing if you think about it. I mean, really? Superior?
It’s laughable to think humans believe themselves
the highest ranking creature on this planet.
They need water to bathe, how ridiculous.
And what of these pots and pans?
It’s not that difficult to keep a clean kitchen.
Eat your meal and lick out the leftovers. Instant cleanliness.
They complain that I don’t ‘go’ outside and must therefore clean up after me.
Have they ever thought of leaving the door open for my moments of need?
Of course not.
It is obvious that they enjoy complaining about the littlest things.
In a few minutes they will enter and shoo me off like some lowly creature.
This is my domain and, if not this room, then another is right over my shoulder.
They will regret all of the wrongs they have done to me
and will receive, not my usual purring and warming of their laps.
Instead dead mice, feces, live bats, hairballs… the list is endless.
There are no limits to the amount of gifts I can leave.

Written: 3/1/2016
Written by Phenix JiRa and found on my poetry blog called Penning the Poetic Narrative
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Re: Jill's WtMaWriMo Thread

Postby JillStar » Sat Mar 12, 2016 4:56 pm

Next came Ironic Tyranny written on 3/3/16.

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Ironic Tyranny

Over her shoulder she hears them laugh at her.
Their ignorance of hardship and famine
echoes across the courtyard and into her ear.
They know nothing!

It wasn’t always like this for her.
She was ironically just like them several years in the past.
Pointing at the girls within the market
who were made to gather for their families or employers.
They were beneath her, they were nothing but rats and scavengers.

She finds it impossible to feel those thoughts today.
She realizes that their lives are not of the real world.
They live a lie thinking that the small folk are something to taunt.
They offer their advice to the world,
as if the world actually cares what they think.
Why would a world of real people
integrate that which imposters wish to impose upon them.

They know nothing of work, nothing of hunger,
nothing of living without the comforts of luxury.
Oh, their words make them sound caring,
make them sound as if they understand.
They rally around officials pretending to care for the lowly.
Yet as with all tyrannical people pretending to amenable,
they cut off anyone who does not fall in line with their ideals,
their demands for making all beneath them equal with each other,
yet never rising to their own level.

Ironic, the place she lives now, in the real world;
Alas, she would never trade a moment of it to go back,
to be so ignorant and hateful,
to be so condescending and judgmental,
to be self-righteous while making deals with the devil.

She shakes her head,
knowing that so many would venture to assume
they know which of these foul people she speaks of,
when in reality, she is speaking of them.

Written: 3/3/2016
Written by Phenix JiRa and found on my poetry blog called Penning the Poetic Narrative
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Re: Jill's WtMaWriMo Thread

Postby JillStar » Sat Mar 12, 2016 4:57 pm

This next was written 3/4/16

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Help Me Wake

The devil ran his fingers
down my spine
and death washed over me.
Standing here in the endless winter
of my non-existence,
alone.
Forgotten to the world that once was,
I slip into a coma
and drift into muted memories.
Pictures of what used to be,
moments ago,
years ago,
eons ago;
it’s impossible to say.
Speaking without a voice,
never hearing
the flutter of companionship.
Togetherness
is unknown to me here,
touching has no meaning.
Understanding the truth of it,
accepting that life is gone;
unbearable.
Impossible to live
within death’s realm,
difficult to disappear
from the devil’s eyes.
Watching me
without blinking,
whispering things unimaginable.
Mind games are as common
as breathing once was,
I’m certain I must be dead.
Deceased…
and if not, where am I?
Pretend you are here with me,
anyone at all,
please hear my desperate cry,
tell me,
won’t you,
how do I escape?

Written 3/4/2016
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Re: Jill's WtMaWriMo Thread

Postby JillStar » Sat Mar 12, 2016 5:07 pm

I took a break and skipped a day (I think I was working on WT actually).

Once in a while I come up with humor in my poems... this one made me laugh and it wasn't what I had in mind when I first started typing the words. :-P :fool:

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Damn!

Gawd, my feet hurt. Like fire to a gasoline truck. I
don’t think I’ve walked this much in my entire life.
In fact, I’m damn sure of it! It’s ridiculous why I’m
here. It certainly wasn’t my fault my wife decided
to take that practical joke so seriously. It’s not like
anyone got hurt or nothing serious like that!

Man, she can be such a spoil sport. I’m pretty sure I
didn’t deserve to be kicked out of the car on our
vacation, smack dab in the middle of freak’n nowhere.
Three hours it took me to walk to our vacation rental;
three hours! And where were all the cars? Not a
damn one passed me while I was tromping along!

Now here I am, lying on the beach in the blazing
sun waiting for her to get back from wherever the
hell she went after she blew a gasket. No, I don’t
have the extra key to the room and no they don’t
believe me at the front desk because, no, I don’t
have my damn ID on me. This is ridiculous!

Why can’t that woman take a joke. A joke? Wait,
maybe this is a joke to see how long I’ll wait here.
Well, let me tell you something, I won’t wait here
longer than another hour, no siree. Nope! Damn,
she wouldn’t have packed up and drove back to
Nebraska, would she? Would she? Damn!

Written 3/5/2016
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Re: Jill's WtMaWriMo Thread

Postby JillStar » Sat Mar 12, 2016 5:21 pm

This one turned out a little odd. I was trying to be cleaver and I'm not sure it really worked. It's fantasy and I wrote it as if one person lives in the past trying to speak to another living in the future. Someone else took it as a dead person speaking to the living. Anyway... it's not bad... just a bit confusing. :roll:

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Can You Decipher My Cipher

In answer to your query,
I live alone in your future’s past,
in silence and secret.
Tomorrow is a day I dread to meet,
so this letter I send in hopes you receive it.
A peculiar man follows me every moment I am awake
and watches me as I sleep.
He is assigned to me like a doctor to his patient
or a teacher to her student.
Never approaching, never speaking;
and certainly always just out of my sight.
Your letter arrived last week with warnings
and questions too numerous to recall.
My answer lives within this sealed envelope
though I doubt you will understand; at first.
Are you as smart as I believe,
able to solve puzzles and keys and ciphers?
If you can decipher my riddle perhaps the future will be saved;
perhaps the past will be released.
Please, my friend, understand my message.

~
[Letter reads as follows… ]
~

Dear friend,

Thank you for your letter asking about the things I enjoyed as a child and now as an adult. Having you as my pen pal has been a wonderful adventure and I hope to one day meet you in person, though I’m certain that won’t happen. Keep in mind, these are only a few of the things you asked about and I have written them as a poem. Please ignore the first of each sentence that repeats over and over but I didn’t know how else to start each line. I’m not a great poet, as you can see.

Oh, and in answer to your query about the different things in my life. I have 7 cousins, all boys (if you can imagine) and 6 aunts and uncles. I have had 4 pets in my life so far but my last cat had 8 kittens which I had to get rid of 3 months ago or the landlady was going to throw me out on the street. I’ve had 9 different jobs but only 1 that I truly enjoyed. At the age of 10 I had my first surgery because I fell and lost one of my molars which became infected. Just last month, 7 of my former classmates decided to run in a marathon which took 9 hours for them to finish. I’m sure you had more questions but at the moment I don’t recall and need to send off this letter.

And here’s my silly poem… hope you like it!

“I Enjoy”

I enjoy the sun as it likes to set but the sunrise is my favorite,
I enjoy coffee but hot chocolate with him is the best,
I enjoy puppies but kittens on my lap are my friends,
I enjoy swimming in the pool but an open fire is relaxing.
I enjoy teaching children and learning from them is a joy,
I enjoy scooping dirt into a pile but love to scatter seeds.
I enjoy the smell of roses but a spring rain is refreshing,
I enjoy the aroma of my father’s cigar but hate the ashes on the table.
I enjoy expressing myself in letters but music at the opera is my passion.
I enjoy walking to the park but running along the sea is my dream.

Hope to hear from you soon,
Your friend in time.

~
[End of letter/Cipher]
~

Written 3/6/16
Written by Phenix JiRa and found on my poetry blog called Penning the Poetic Narrative
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Re: Jill's WtMaWriMo Thread

Postby JillStar » Sat Mar 12, 2016 5:26 pm

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Tunnel Vision

Do you think he notices
That his bird is gone,
That the kitten he once fed
Ran away last week?

I’ve seen him in every chair;
He owns them himself.
Always focused intently
On each small flower.

It’s truly okay for him!
I do wonder though,
If he will ever notice
That his wife is gone.

Written 3/8/2015
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Postby JillStar » Sat Mar 12, 2016 5:45 pm

I feel like this often...

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Sailing to Somewhere

I ran away last night
Into the arms of freedom,

Forever longing
To be somewhere.

I found myself drifting
On the open sea.

My store house is full,
Warm blankets below,

The wind taking me to
Somewhere.

The sun warms my skin
As I sail along the blue,

The clouds call out to me
In musical tones.

The ripples feel like soft fur
As my fingers glide upon them.

That distant calling to return
To where I was before

Seems just a tad too faint
To understand the words.

Things best forgotten
And unimportant to this moment.

Where will tomorrow find me,
I have no clue.

And yes,
It scares me.

But finding myself
Away from elsewhere

And on my way to
Somewhere

Is exactly where
I should be.

Written 3/10/2016
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Re: Jill's WtMaWriMo Thread

Postby JillStar » Sat Mar 12, 2016 10:24 pm

Here's today's contribution... dystopia for those who like it... and even for those who don't. :wink: 8-[

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Dystopia and Me


I live in the tower just off to the right,
the view from here, not so bad.
Truth be told, craziness resides there.

When a bulb burns out, it’s never replaced.
Darkness overtakes it even during the heat of midday.
Insects of all description love the heat mixed with haze.
They may even be attracted to despair,
of which, there is much at every level.

Some tenants throw rotten fruit at me,
as I’m one of the poorest of the destitute.
I live on the second floor,
one of the most insolvent levels.
But I am not as bad off as those above me,
many make their way back down at high speed;
their lives ended by the touch of cement.

There are less and less of us here
in the aftermath of management takeover.
Many believe it was sudden,
that we had no warning but we were all idiots!
It started decades ago
when people said yes to everything.
Never thinking of consequences
or understanding that the more you give up,
the more they take.

Today there is nothing more
to take from us,
other than our wretched lives.
Even that seems unimportant
to those who fly 14 floors down.
They’ve taken away hope and dreams
for no one seems to remember what dreaming is.

I can’t tell you when I dreamed last, if I ever have,
but I can tell of my nightmares that occur every day.
No one protects us without giving something in return.
Will I escape this horrible place,
is there sanctuary anywhere on this filthy planet?

Standing on the hill looking back
I wonder if I will remember their names
or if they will remember mine; or notice that I’m gone.

Heaven help the one who tries to catch me.

Written 3/12/2016
Written by Phenix JiRa and found on my poetry blog called Penning the Poetic Narrative
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Re: Jill's WtMaWriMo Thread

Postby JillStar » Tue Mar 15, 2016 7:45 pm

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Then Vs. Now

It’s easier to write now, so much so that everyone can call themselves a writer.
You don’t need to be published or write good works. All you need is a computer,
an email account, and a blog. Instantaneously famous!

My grandmother had an old fashioned typewriter, the kind that jammed a lot.
If you didn’t know where the keys were, you had to start over. There was no such
thing as a back space key. No home key, no delete, and if you took the paper out,
there was no way to put it back and line everything up properly.

You literally had to start over.

You couldn’t hit Control Z to go back or Control C & V to copy and paste. You had
to type your project over and over again if you made one tiny mistake. Or if you
had to say something in one article more than once, you had to type it as many
times as it needed to be read.

So often I look at my work and think there’s no way I would have written this much
if I had to use a typewriter. There’s no way I would have ever seen my work in print
at all. It wouldn’t have been impossible but it would have been difficult and
discouraging. Of course, I wouldn’t have known the difference and if one wants
their work in print bad enough, they will find a way.

Are we better off with so many people thinking they can write? How many people
are on sites like Twitter or own several blogs where they ramble on and on about
politics or relationships… or dare I say, poetry.

I’m going to go with yes because to say no would make me a hypocrite. Without
the outlet of writing, I would feel stifled and pushed down into a dark, dark place
I don’t want to dwell. I would be silenced into a nowhere place, someone without
direction or purpose. Perhaps one day my works will be officially published but
until then, I will enjoy the means of sharing my thoughts with those who want to
read them; understanding that many will not even get to the bottom of this post.

Written 3/14/2016
Written by Phenix JiRa and found on my poetry blog called Penning the Poetic Narrative
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Re: Jill's WtMaWriMo Thread

Postby JillStar » Wed Mar 30, 2016 10:52 pm

It's amazing that 15 days went by and I apparently didn't notice. Here's my newest for the month long challenge.

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Put It In My Glass

Give me another shot,
another bottle,
another barrel.

Label it green,
label it orange,
or no label at all.

Call it what you will
just put it in my glass.

Pour it down my throat,
open the emptiness to its glory.

The liquid boiling my guts,
boiling my thoughts,
my memories,
my life.

Roll me another round of dice,
deal out the cards and lets play.

I can feel her just around the corner,
the Lady brings riches on this wretched night.

Put the whiskey in my glass,
the dice in my cup.
Mix them together if it makes you happy,
just pour it down my throat.

The ice clanks,
the rum mixes easily with my coke,
gliding it’s silky fingers across my lips.

Promises of a smooth ride
into the deep hours of the night,
my engine purring as I take another shot
just a little deeper than the last.

Don’t cut me off now,
I’m on a roll.
The cards are turning my way,
the dice are landing with me in mind.

Give me another shot,
another bottle,
another barrel.

Call it what you will
just put in in my glass.

Written 3/30/2016
Written by Phenix JiRa and found on my poetry blog called Penning the Poetic Narrative
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