Composition for two performers

There’s something inside that’s wrong

We know that we can fake it

but we’re doing it wrong, so wrong

We wish that our pride was gone

Can someone come and take it?

The feeling is strong, so strong

We’re somewhere we don’t belong

We know that we can fake it

But we’re doing it wrong, so wrong

I know we can get along

That’s what we need to make it

But we’re doing it wrong, so wrong

There’s something inside that’s wrong

Can someone come and take it?

The feeling is strong, so strong

I do feel bad for taking a beautiful warrior’s song and turn it into a this piece. But that’s where the muse led today. Listen to the original if you long for liberation.

Today’s prompt at octpowrimo.com: Turn on your favorite channel for music and choose a word or phrase that strikes your fancy and begin your poem there.

Let’s get cyncical

Let’s get cyncical, cynical,

I want to get cynicahal

I’m sayin’ all the things that I know you’ll like,
makin’ good conversation

I gotta handle you just right,
you know what I mean

Let me hear your cynic talk, your cynic talk.
Let me hear your cynic talk

I took you to an intimate restaurant,
then to a suggestive movie

There’s nothing left to talk about
‘less it’s horizontally

Let’s get cyncical, cynical,

I want to get cynicahal

I’ve been patient, I’ve been good,
try’n to keep my hands on the table

It’s gettin’ hard this holdin’ back,
you know what I mean.

Let me hear your cynic talk, your cynic talk
Let me hear your cynic talk

I’m sure you’ll understand my point of view,
we know each other mentally

You’ve gotta know that you’re bringin’ out
the animal in me

So let’s get cyncical, cynical,

I want to get cynicahal

Obviously credits for this go out to the songwriters. From wikipedia : “Physical” (originally “Let’s Get Physical”) was written by Terry Shaddick and Newton-John’s longtime friend Steve Kipner, and initially was intended for a “macho male rock figure like Rod Stewart“, according to Kipner. When Newton-John’s then-manager Lee Kramer accidentally heard the demo, he immediately sent the song to her, but initially she did not want to release the song because it was “too cheeky”.

#OctPoWriMo day 21, off prompt. Some days one needs to vent. Or rant. Or be pseudo-intellectual. Or… *fill in the blank*

Uncontaminated

I touch my heart

with greasy fingers

that smell of walnut oil

I scratch my heart

with chalky fingernails

that leave white traces

I open my heart

with shaky fingers

afraid to make a sound

I close my heart

all sensed numbed

satisfied

that nothing happened

On octpowrimo.com: “Yesterday was all about sight, sound, and scents, today we’re going to explore touch.”

Scatterbrained today. I should focus on work I need to finish. But it’s a school holiday, and combining all the roles I have this week is a challenge. I would really help me if I lived in a house with a soundproof room. Virginia Woolfe was on to something!

Rebel without a cause

A cause, a cause,

My kingdom for a cause

Oh to be a rebel

Oh to have something to fight for

Oh to be something

A cause, a cause,

My kingdom for a cause

#OctPoWriMo day 19. I’m sorry I don’t read a lot of my fellow participants at the moment. I miss it.

Taking is glorious

take solo time
take the space that you deserve
taking moments to yourself
Time for exercise, and alone time
 take self care
  take time
    	    Time for self
    	    taking a break
    	    Taking time out
    	    my own space
   allocating what you already have
    	   taking time off social media
    	    taking rest
    	    taking space taking time
    	    Taking time and taking up space
    	    connecting
    	     take a breath
     solitude
    	     taking a risk
    	       Taking a walk
    	      taking a swim
    	       taking a rest
  	       time
  	       take care
         taking my turn
         take care
        taking my rights
         receiving
        taking time for myself
         taking my money
         taking up spsce
         self-giving sthing
         taking time
  	      take care of myself
       take time out for pleasure
       taking life - a gift
        taking my love
  	     take my truth
  taking my power back
   taking what I need
   taking stance


Take it!

Today’s poems was inspired by one of the lecture at the free online embodiment conference I’m volunteering in at the moment. (Google it if you want to join, I can’t find a link right now, I’m logged in).

In the picture you can see a bit more about the session. It was for people who spend too much energy pleasing others, and not taking enough care of their own needs. Hence this ode to taking, based on the answers partcipants shared. Our first associations with the word “take” had been 95% negative. Then he asked us for positive associations… For me the are pretty in line with our prompt today at #OctPoWriMo:

How do you relax and process your feelings?

How to repair a broken poet – a metaphor

Luckily, the process of fixing them yourself is relatively straightforward and requires only a few tools.

Inflate the poet. In order to find a leak the poet must be properly pressurized. You should inflate your poet with air until they reache the appropriate pressure.

Visually inspect the poet. Before moving on to more time consuming techniques, you should take a moment to look at your poet. If you notice any holes, cuts, or objects protruding from the poet then you have found your leak.

Listen for a hissing sound. Even if you aren’t able to see the problem right away you might be able to hear it. A hissing sound is a clear sign that air is leaking from your poet.

Feel around the poet for air. If you run your hands over the poet carefully you may feel the leak even if you can’t hear or see it.

Mix soap and water. If you followed the steps above and you were not able to easily find the leak don’t fear. Spraying the poet with a little soapy water or window cleaner may help. If you see bubbling at any place on the surface of the poet then you have found your leak.

Cover the poet with the soap and water solution. You can use a spray bottle to spray the poet, or if a spray bottle isn’t available you can just pour the mixture over the poet.

Watch for bubbles. As air escapes the poet and encounters the soapy water mixture it will form soap bubbles. If you notice the soapy water bubbling at any particular place on the poet, you have found your leak.

Pull out any object that have punctured your poet. This may or may not be necessary depending on why your poet is flat. It is also good practice to mark the spot with chalk or markers.

Clean the hole with the rasp tool contained in the poet personification kit. This is done by inserting the tool in and out of the hole quickly. This also roughens the area so the fix will hold.

Thread the personification through the centre of the insertion tool. Both of these can be found in our poet repair kit. This is sometimes difficult and requires squeezing down one end to make it fit though the hole first.

Use the insertion tool to force the personification into the hole. There should be roughly ½” of personification protruding from the poet. If your kit came with an adhesive, such as rubber cement or glue, apply it to the personification before inserting. This will lubricate the personification, making it easier to push in. The adhesive will also promote a better seal.

Cut away the excess personification material from the poet surface. Before doing this, you should let any adhesives used dry for at least one minute.

Pump air into the poet. Use a poet gauge to check that the poet is at the recommended pressure.

Apply some soap mixture onto the personification. This will allow you to check the seal to make sure it is holding. If it isn’t holding, add a little cement or retry using another personification.

Combining #OctPoWriMo and volunteering for the biggest online conference I’ve ever heard of with the last preparations for launching my book and getting my normal work done turns out to be a bit of a challenge… Here’s my day 17 anyhow. You’ll find the prompt and the other participants here. The inspiration for my post comes from WikiHow.

Review of my brain

Two stars

Moderately user friendly

Control panel counter intuitive

Wouldn’t recommend buying

No perspective needed

I’m right

You’re not

I’m bright

You’re a twat

Don’t fight

I’m right

You’re not

You’re a twat

I’m right

You’re not

You’re a twat

I get SO contrary from prompts sometimes. Today that happened with my own prompt, which I find funny. My prompt today at octpowrimo.com was Change of perspective.

Depending on which type of English you read this in, it rhymes or not 🙂

Embodied door prompt book

I’ve got too much going on today, and all of it is beautiful.

  1. The prompt for October Poetry Writing Month today is mine. Which is both really exciting and a bit scary. It’s different from most, so people might dislike it. I trust they’ll write lovely things anyhow, ignoring the prompt at will if that helps. That’s how we do #OctPoWriMo 🙂
  2. The online, free, fabulous and gigantic Embodiment Conference has started. The sessions I’ve attented so far were great, both for my body and my mind. My role as a volunteer moderator in the Facebook group is challenging. It has almost 35.000 members now, eager to get as much out of the conference as they can. Day 1 had technical difficulties, so that brought (and is still bringing) unrest.
  3. The coffee table version of my book is live on Blurb now, even before the official launch. I uploaded it sooner than expect, because I could offer people an amazing 50% discount until October 16th. The only things that aren’t ready yet are the description on the website and stuff like that. I hope I’ll be able to change that later.
  4. I’m figuring out my book on Google Play Books. It works fabulous for people who own it, but for people who don’t have it yet that page doesn’t look attractive to buy I believe.
  5. There are workshops I need to prepare. They will happen even though they have to be online because of corona measures.
  6. It’s ThursdayDoors, yay! I grabbed the closest doors I could find, and offer them to you.

The truth shall be a prison

The truth shall be a prison

Quarantined from others

It locks you up for life

Barred by words

Fed by numbers

The truth shall be a prison

Walls of concrete silence

The door unlocked by lies

Quarantined from others

Granted no bail

No visiting rights

It locks you up for life

Day 14 of #OctPoWriMo. I used the prompt provided on octpowrimo.com, and one of the suggested forms, the cascade.