Trumped

We tried to make him human
by laughing at his hands
ridiculing his haircut

We tried to make him human
by discussing his mistakes
exposing his weaknesses

We tried to make him human
by debunking his speeches
deflating his ego

It didn’t work

He still is
their Jesus incarnate

The prompt today at octpowrimo.com was love. For me, this poem is linked to it. May I add that I don’t mean to offend anyone’s religion or political preferences by either the poem or the image? Not because it’s politically correct to say so, but because it matters to me.

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Soul broker

Souls for sale
Souls for sale
Get yourself a soul now
before they expire

Souls for sale
Souls for sale
get’em while they’re hot
straight outta purgatory

Souls for sale
Souls for sale
They’re GR-R-R-e-a-t
What’s the worst that could happen?

Souls for sale
Souls for sale
Snap, crackle pop –
Just do it!

Souls for sale
Souls for sale
Eat fresh
Think different

Souls for sale
Souls for sale
Because you’re worth it –
Every little helps

Souls for sale
Souls for sale
For everything else
there’s your credit card

I’m lovin’it!

Respectfully not yours

Dear thoughts that are not in my head,

I like where you are right now.
Please stay there.

Respectfully not yours,
me

—–

To whom it may concern,

Keep your hands off my body
unless I clearly give permission
to do otherwise.

Keep your words off my soul
unless I invite you
to an exchange

Respectfully not yours,
me

——

Dear guy who is confused,

#metoo doesn’t mean you can’t flirt
It means you can’t grab
#metoo doesn’t mean you’re not supposed to show interest
It means we demand that it’s shown with respect
#metoo doesn’t mean all men are suspect now
It means women are fed up with not knowing who’s safe

Respectfully not yours,
me

The prompt for day 7 was to write a letter to someone or something. I recntly wrote two letters to my inner critic, disguised as a poem. They are called Dear IC and Dear IC#2 I wanted to take today’s prompt some place else.

Limited

Well, that’s the limit! she said, and happily placed a boundary. She had always loved discoveries.
So here is where acceptable ends and unbearable begins? Cool!

Let’s celebrate, she said, by building a custom house. Let’s paint the rooms in bright colours, and you can bring food.

It will be checked, of course, she grinned. For indigestible elements. Expect a tax on anything unhealthy or undesirable.

Well, that’s the limit! he said, about to start an argument. His words were interrupted by her smile.

It is indeed, she said.

Tea or coffee?

The prompt for day 6 on OctPoWriMo was conquered. This poem is about finally grasping the concepts of limits as something positive. It’s a work in progress, and I’ll add the notes for how I might possibly continue below.

Realistic boundaries
the attempt to represent subject matter truthfully, without artificiality and avoiding conventions.

Impressionistic boundaries
– characterised by relatively small, thin, yet visible strokes,
– open composition
– emphasis on accurate depiction of ‘no’ in its changing qualities
– often accentuating the effects of the passage of time
– ordinary subject matter
– inclusion of movement as a crucial element of human perception and experience
– unusual angles

Abstract boundaries
Abstract boundaries use shape, form, color and line to create a composition which may exist with a degree of independence from references in the world. They create a new kind of ‘no’ that encompasses the fundamental changes taking place in technology, science and philosophy. Abstraction boundaries indicate a departure from reality in saying no. This departure can be slight, partial, or complete. Abstract boundaries exists along a continuum.

Boundaries nouveau
Boundaries Nouveau is a total style: It embraces a wide range of fine and decorative ways of saying no. It can use any type of material.

Expressionist boundaries
Their typical trait is to present the ‘no’ solely from a subjective perspective, distorting it radically for emotional effect in order to evoke moods or ideas.

Rococo

Rococo boundaries are highly theatrical, designed to impress and awe at first sight. They emphasize grace, ornamentation and asymmetry.

Constructivist boundaries

These are a rejection of the idea of autonomous ‘no’. The ‘no’ is always constructed. ‘No’ is a practice for social purposes. A constructivist boundary makes the other an active receiver of the ‘no’

Dadaist boundaries
Dadaist boundaries cast away the logic, reason, and aestheticism of modern ‘no’. They reject the tight correlation between words and meaning. Dadaist boundaries embrace chaos and irrationality. They have been found in public gatherings, demonstrations, and literary journals.

Neoclassical boundaries
Neoclassical boundaries are based on the principles of simplicity and symmetry.

Romanticist boundaries
Romanticist boundaries are characterized by their emphasis on emotion and individualism, as well as glorification of all the past and of nature.

Outsider boundaries

These are boundaries by self-taught or naïve nay-sayers. Typically, those labeled as outsiders have little or no contact with the mainstream world of saying ‘no’. In many cases, their work is discovered only after their deaths. Often, outsider boundaries illustrates extreme mental states, unconventional ideas, or elaborate fantasy worlds.

Video boundaries

This a form of saying ‘no’that relies on using video technology. These boundaries can take many forms: recordings that are broadcast; installations viewed in galleries or museums; works streamed online, distributed as video tapes, or DVDs; and performances which may incorporate one or more television sets, video monitors, and projections, displaying live or recorded images and sounds.

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Denied

desire
creates trouble
in my heart
it doesn’t live there
abandonment

The prompt at octpowrimo.com was ‘denied’, and invited us to do sensory writing. I’m offering an elevenie instead, which may be the exact opposite: no room for anything but the core.

Zagreb

Here I am
At Preradoviceva Ulica
Laughing at Dutch jokes
Open to learning

Hvala
Dutch Croatian
who taught us
two beer
black wine
and
things are different here

Hot air plane
Views of mountains
All is well
Love to discover
A new city

#OctPoWriMo 4, travelling and off prompt. But acrostic and cinquain attempts going on. Croatian acrostics, a first for me 🙂

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Fixed

I know
I don’t know
What I won’t
I know
Not what I don’t
I know
Won’t I?
I know
Don’t I?
I know

I want to know
What I will
I want to know
What I do
I want to know
Will I?
I want to know
Do I?
I want to know

I will know
What I can’t
I will know
What I haven’t
I will know
Can’t I?
I will know
Haven’t I?
I will know

It’s #OctPoWriMo day 3, and the prompt on octpowrimo.com was insecurity.

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You are needed now

You
did your
best that is
all that is needed
love

You
fight for
what you believe
in that is needed
love

You
see the
best in people
and make them even
better

You
think before
you speak that
is needed now my
love

You
jest in
honour of learning
that is needed now
love

Day 2 of #OctPoWriMo asked for note(s) to (a) you and suggested a cinquain as form. These are my five cinquains, accompanied by one of my favorite word wizards.

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Consent minus one

Surely you know consent doesn’t have to be mutual?
Uteruses cry for semen, it’s as simple as that
Ready-made uterine glands and blood vessels
Roaring, begging to bring life into this world
Escape the deserts of classrooms and offices
Nurture into the ultimate can-be
Dreading the days of depreciation
Eulogies of what was
Rape is just mutual consent minus one

Semen where it shouldn’t be
Urine can’t wash it away
Relentless rubbing doesn’t get rid of it
Red stains – No.

It ends.

Here

NOW.

Rape is consent minus one –
the one that matters most

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The prompt for #OctPoWriMo day 1 at http://www.octpowrimo.com was surrender. Since the word itself didn’t spark inspiration at first, I decided to use it as an acrostic. This is where it led me…

In these days of #MeToo, the Kavanaugh hearings and all the discussions they have sparked, the subject of consent is on my mind a lot.

The portrait I’ve added is no specific woman. I’ve created her some months ago. The drawing is more about the emotions than about identity.

Dear IC #2

Dear inner critic,

You can stay in the house when I’m gone, I won’t sell it.

I’ll probably call in, every once in a while, to see how you’re doing. No parties allowed – I’ve asked the neighbours to keep an eye on you. You’ll have to repay me for any damage done.

Don’t expect me to invest in maintenance. You have enough time on your hands now to make amends. Don’t call me, I’ll call you.

Regards,
your former protegee