Vitriol means cruel and bitter criticism. It’s origin is French. I think my beat poem accurately sums the definition of vitriol. “In the 1940s and 50s, a new generation of poets rebelled against the conventions of mainstream American life and writing. They became known as the Beat Poets––a name that evokes weariness, down-and-outness, the beat under a piece of music, and beatific spirituality. Beat poets sought to write in an authentic, unfettered style. “First thought, best thought” was how central Beat poet Allen Ginsberg described their method of spontaneous writing.”
Social Suicide At a splintered glance, the slaughtered branch suggested a new understanding for the dreaded masses, commanding a new meaning for the dying denying their aggressive lying. The persecuted forget, they are not above the light they once sought. A fragile line between life and death thoughts listened with bated breath to the vitriol verses or screaming curses. Silence demanded a skeleton bones to shudder like gelation praying for tenderness beyond this page that lost secrets won’t engage the destruction of mankind. Through the years we refined our lies, and plead naiveté although our reactions betray. Bitter ineptitude, our abandoned view overrides a cowering end because we feel entitled to a godsend.
Awesome synonyms for vitriol are acidity, acridity, acridness, acrimony, asperity, bile, bitterness, cattiness, corrosiveness, mordancy, tartness, and virulence.
I love that I can easily substitute any of the synonyms for vitriol into my poem and not change the meaning. Though it would lose its alliteration.
the prompt is PURSE I played with it a bit, five stanzas of 9/9/6/6/9 limerick fun.
this dang growing old is such a curse can’t remember where I set my purse so much to think about stop, you don’t need to shout you act like I’m ready for a hearse
what used to be so easy to do it’s not what it was tying my shoe my toes are where they were balance makes me unsure but you act like I don’t have a clue
this dang growing old is such a curse can’t remember where I set my purse so much to think about stop, you don’t need to shout you act like I’m ready for a hearse
Oh dear, what are you glaring at now you look like you’ve swallowed a dang cow oops I forget my teeth I need glue underneath I needed more time than you allow
this dang growing old is such a curse can’t remember where I set my purse so much to think about stop, you don’t need to shout you act like I’m ready for a hearse
Now Handsome Jack wasn’t known to be slack with a raise of his brow the bats scattered as the pumpkin smirked and the black cat meowed and the holy white crosses all fell back
The moon’s glow added a mysterious glimmer as he stared straight at his next victim oops, decadent woman of the hallowed night making his rowdy blood and the red mist simmer
His attire mocked the average dressed Poe with ruffled sleeves and a raised collar jacket cinched tight with Lenore dangling from his belt, he hoped would cause a row.
Handsome Jack made his intent blatantly clear Annabelle would come willingly to his side replacing Marie Laveau in a fiery flash but there’s more to the story then might appear
The cat and the pumpkin placed their bets as the two men snickered and bickered the merits of a woman’s worth but neither remembered a woman never forgets.
A woman’s fury is worse than gates of hell Bats and cats both are very aware that only a foolish grinning pumpkin and a man sporting a hat would ring that bell.
Written for Song Lyric Sunday where the prompt is Hold/Pause/Stop/Wait.
Holding Out for a Hero by Bonnie Tyler is the first song that came to mind. Bonnie’s husky voice always appealed to me. There’s something about a Celtic voice. My first exposure was back in the dark ages, (okay now I’m sounding like my husband) 1977. The World Starts Tonight was the album. My favorite song was More Than a Lover.
Where have all the good men gone And where are all the Gods? Where’s the streetwise Hercules to fight the rising odds? Isn’t there a white knight upon a fiery steed? Late at night I toss and I turn And I dream of what I need
I need a hero I’m holdin’ out for a hero ’til the end of the night He’s gotta be strong And he’s gotta be fast And he’s gotta be fresh from the fight I need a hero I’m holdin’ out for a hero ’til the morning light He’s gotta be sure And it’s gotta be soon And he’s gotta be larger than life Larger than life (ah ah)
Somewhere after midnight In my wildest fantasy Somewhere just beyond my reach There’s someone reaching back for me Racing on the thunder and rising with the heat It’s gonna take a Superman to sweep me off my feet (yeah)
I need a hero I’m holdin’ out for a hero ’til the end of the night He’s gotta be strong And he’s gotta be fast And he’s gotta be fresh from the fight I need a hero I’m holdin’ out for a hero ’til the morning light He’s gotta be sure And it’s gotta be soon And he’s gotta be larger than life I need a hero I’m holdin’ out for a hero ’til the end of the night
Up where the mountains meet the Heavens above Out where the lightning splits the sea I could swear there is someone, somewhere Watching me Through the wind, and the chill, and the rain And the storm, and the flood I can feel his approach like a fire in my blood (Like a fire in my blood, like a fire in my blood) (Like a fire in my blood, like a fire in my oh, oh)
I need a hero I’m holdin’ out for a hero ’til the end of the night He’s gotta be strong and he’s gotta be fast And he’s gotta be fresh from the fight I need a hero I’m holdin’ out for a hero ’til the morning light He’s gotta be sure And it’s gotta be soon And he’s gotta be larger than life
I need a hero I’m holding out for a hero ’til the end of the night He’s gotta be strong and he’s gotta be fast And he’s gotta be fresh from the fight I need a hero I’m holdin’ out for a hero ’til the morning light He’s gotta be sure And it’s gotta be soon And he’s gotta be larger than life I need a hero I’m holdin’ out for a hero ’til the end of the night
You just walk in, I make you smile It’s cool but You don’t even know me You take an inch, I run a mile Can’t win you’re Always right behind me And we know that you could go and find some other Take or leave it or just don’t even bother Caught in a craze, it’s just a phase Or will this be around forever Don’t you know it’s going too fast (ooh, to fast) Racing so heard you know it won’t last (ooh, won’t last) Don’t you know why can’t you see Slow it down, read the sign So you know just where you’re going
Stop right now thank you very much I need somebody with a human touch Hey you always on the run Gotta slow it down baby, gotta have some fun Do do do do Do do do do Do do do always be together Ba da ba ba Ba da ba ba Ba da ba stay that way forever
And we know that you can go and find some other Take or leave it ’cause we’ve always got each other You know who you are and yes, you’re gonna breakdown You’ve crossed the line so you’re gonna have to turnaround Don’t you know it’s going too fast (ooh, to fast) Racing so hard you know it won’t last (ooh, won’t last) Don’t you know why can’t you see Slow it down, read the sign So you know just where you’re going
Stop right now thank you very much I need somebody with a human touch Hey you always on the run Gotta slow it down baby, gotta have some fun
Gotta keep it down honey, lay your back on the line ‘Cause I don’t care about the money, don’t be wasting my time You need less speed, get off my case You gotta slow it down baby, just get out of my face
Stop right now thank you very much I need somebody with a human touch Hey you always on the run Gotta slow it down baby, gotta have some fun Stop right now thank you very much I need somebody with a human touch Hey you always on the run (stop right now) Gotta slow it down baby, gotta have some fun Stop right now thank you very much I need somebody with a human touch
(we wanna thank, we wanna thank you) Hey you always on the run (stop right now) Gotta slow it down baby, gotta have some fun
(thank you very much, thank you very much)
The Spice Girls are from England Spice Girls. They started performing in 1994. The group comprised of Melanie Brown also known as Mel B (“Scary Spice”), Melanie Chisholm Mel C (“Sporty Spice”), Emma Bunton (“Baby Spice”), Geri Halliwell (“Ginger Spice”) and Victoria Beckham (“Posh Spice”) Interesting women in their own right. The media tagged them the 2nd British Invasion.
“the intervening substance through which impressions are conveyed to the senses or a force acts on objects at a distance.”
Medium is what a psychic or tarot reader is called. Although, more recently tarot reading, pendulums, and runes are advertised in some groups online. The going rate varies all over the place.
I enjoy reading tarot cards but don’t feel comfortable enough to charge people. I like runes too. Pendulums are pretty enough but I’ve never used them for what supposed to be used as. But would I call myself a medium. Nah.
But then I decided to look up what dictionary.com had and there was the site that Fandago blogged about in his entry. Apparently, it’s been around since 2012. Who knew?
I agree with Fandago about WordPress forcing blocks on the writer and making writing less satisfying here. Who wants to have frig around with their new format. So yeah, I did some looking around., too! Thanks, Fandago.
But then I remembered a show I used to watch named Medium. 2005-2011 Suburban mom Allison DuBois attempts to balance family life with solving mysteries using her special gift. The dead send her visions of their deaths or other crimes while she sleeps. The show was created by Glenn Caron. Her co-stars were Patricia Arquette, Miguel Sandoval and Jake Weber.
My mind wandered to the poem I’m working on for Johnny.It’s still in draft mode. Originally I wanted rhyme but the more I look at it, rhymes would minimize the anger and sadness that consumes us like the shroud of fog.
Dense fog shrouded the ships in harbor like my grief resisting moments of joy. It wasn’t his time to die, he was only 13 But like the ship’s mate, death said ahoy.
This is a picture of Stonington Harbor, where Johnny lived with his Dad.
As I thinking about the picture, and memories we shared there. I remembered the song The Foggy Dew.
“One good thing about being wrong is the joy it brings to the others.”~ unknown
“A woman has got to love a bad man once or twice in her life, to be thankful for a good one.” ― Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings
I’m truly happy I found my guy.
We’re approaching our 12th anniversary on Halloween.
The Crain’s Wedding
Hear ye Hear ye, the wedding is today Pumpkins, gourds, scarecrows, bales of hay Spread out in such colorful array Orange and yellow festive bouquets A raven on his perch studying the fray
Town crier “let us begin this Halloween wedding, Yay” We gather in a circle and hold hands without delay Our dear Robin Hood and Marion vow love this day Crowds of well- wishers yell hurray! Hurray! Knights swirling their swords in mock play
Fair maidens tease with their fan sway Knights hoping the party will soon get risqué Arthur proclaiming lets partake of thy fabulous buffet Friar Tuck toasts Drink up, be merry, pass the cheese tray Let the music begin, get this party under way Because soon it will be somber All Saint’s day!
“If we allow ourselves to stay amazed and astounded at the vibrant instants of every day and do not feel ashamed of admitting to being speechless or dumbfounded sometimes, we can uncover unsuspected sparkling gems hidden in the nooks crannies of our mind.( “Skyward, over and above”.)” ― Erik Pevernagie
I was listening to another pissing contest among our politicians which led me to this ramble.
I think the word dumbfounded is another one of those compounds I love to ponder. Only this one seems to make sense. It is like finding dumb. Like finding you are at a loss for words (completely amazed and astonished). At that very moment I was officially and irrevocably dumbfounded. There was no way to for me to explain what had just happened.” ― J. W. Lord
I feel fantastic, bombastic,
Ecstatically astounded
How a girl can really lose her brain
I feel surrounded, confounded
Emotionally dumbfounded
To think you've nearly won your game
Playing catch-up again. We were in Maine with family, taking a much needed mental health break.
Questions:
When was the last time you tried something new? How did that go for you?
The something new for me was drinking with the granddaughters. I hadn’t done that with them before. It felt awkward at first because as a grandmother or even as a mother because you don’t see them in your mind’s eye as adults. Once, I got past the creepy feel, we had a ball. Conversation was good, margaritas were tasty but this woman should have stopped at one. But stubborn as I am I didn’t want to be the light weight drinker of the crew. I decorated myself in vomit shortly after we dropped the girls off but thankfully I rose the next day with no hangover.
What’s the most sensible thing you’ve ever heard someone say?
Follow your heart, it will never lead you astray.
How old would you be if you didn’t know how old you are?
51, it was a very good year.
Lastly, I’ll be doing one “Halloween” themed question per week during October. Those who don’t observe the holiday are welcome to answer or to ignore it as they wish.
Fun CREEPY Halloween Question:
Have you ever seen a ‘fresh’ corpse (aka dead body)?
Yup, I have several times. The image stays in your mind for some time.
Scratchy, itchy, moldy straw stuffed in places that hurt Crows landing on my outstretched arms Arrogantly squawking in my ear, pecking at my hat Raw winds with chilly temperatures freezing my tush Even the farmer has abandoned me in the field Caw, caw, go away can’t you give me moments piece Rotted vegetables left under my dangling feet Over my head the sun shines brightly but isn’t warm Why, farmer did you leave me here withering
We took a car load of stuff to my family (granddaughters and son) in Maine. It was great going home again. I’ve missed them immensely with all the stuff happening. My doctors were adamant about me being quarantined with all the tests. Fine, we made it through the first batch. I have a little bit before they begin again, and hopefully everything will be fine. No everything will be fine. I refuse to think otherwise. Letter c, I will not let you win.
It was interesting going to dinner with the two oldest granddaughters and having margaritas. I’ve had wine with the oldest granddaughter last year when she visited at a restaurant in NYC. It felt awkward at first to me. Most grandparents don’t ever see themselves drinking with the grandchildren. But this time was with both girls at a Mexican restaurant near them named El Rodeo.
I chuckled because when I visit my Navy son we usually go to El Rodeo by where he lives. Both make exceptionally good margaritas. The food is good but not five star like the drinks.
The girls and I enjoyed our dining and drinking experience while Vic patiently endured. Three women together and drinking, it is hard to get a word in. Vic graciously drove their inebriated selves home and then took us back to the hotel.
Not having my gallbladder has made drinking interesting though, I have less of a tolerance for consumption than before the surgery. Or maybe my liver is more sensitive now. Who knows. Not that I drink heavily or even daily but I do enjoy the occasional indulgence.
Anyway, the lime margaritas were wicked good while I had them but they soon departed, making quite the mess all over me inside the car. Nope, I didn’t even make it to the room. Nor did Vic get angry at me. I’m so lucky to have such an awesome husband.
Luckily, no headache or leftover reactions once I did reject the margaritas. I was surprised that I didn’t have the reflux I’ve been cursed with since this all began. I’m really curious about that since my food was spicy too.
My granddaughters found that quite amusing. Needless to say… they laughed a lot. It was a memorable night and hopefully, we’ll have many more but this Grandma will probably skip the alcohol. Although, I did have a drink with my son two nights later and no consequences but that drink was very weak compared to El Rodeo’s. We’ll see, I know better than to say never.
It was simply awesome not thinking about my health just enjoying good conversation with my loved ones. No politics, no religion, no health, or death conversations. It’s been a very long time since that has happened especially since Johnny’s passing.
I did hear the chimes ringing at your Dad’s Johnny. Annie has puppies, you would have been so excited. Dad’s okay. Mom’s getting another tribute for you on her truck in pink since the moose destroyed the other one. Yup, Mom’s truck collided with a moose. Truck survived the moose didn’t.
Oh yeah, Debbie got a bear up in the Forks. She was quite pleased. Your Dad and Debbie are going to have matching bear skin rugs. Dad was beaming telling us all about it especially telling Deb it was only a short way to the bear when it was a lot longer. But you know how your Dad is, he enjoys yanking people’s chains. He always did yours. You were missed immensely. It’s hard to believe your birthday is just nine days away. You would have been 15, nagging for a learner’s permit and working on the truck you bought non-stop. We love you, Johnny so much. No, it doesn’t get easier with out you. The pain is always with us. I saw your sisters, they miss you too.
I was sad to see so many of the trees missing their leaves. I was looking forward to the colorful leaves but Mother Nature had other plans. She came through with sixty mile hour gusts and knocked a lot of the leaves off the trees.
Eddie Van Halen passed away today. He lost his battle with the letter c. He wasn’t Hendrix but he was good. I loved what he could do with his instrument. I decided to write a tribute poem using his song titles.
silenced guitar strings strum damn stillness shatters my ears right now in a pitter patter array running with the devil spread out like dirty movies that once mourned sinners swing
silenced guitar strings strum a vibrating whisper why can’t this be love finish what ya started fore they make it about a little guitar or drop dead legs.
silenced guitar strings strum in a simple rhyme, Pretty woman… I’ll wait for the ice cream man… eruption dances the night away in atomic punk until death, really got him in a house of pain
RIP in Eddie Van Halen
On a happier note, I was notified one of my poems was published today in Black Poppy Review.
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