November PAD Chapbook Challenge 2019: Day 13: A Fetch Story Poem: One So Small

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how can one so small
make a difference at all?
I fear all is lost

Gerry Clifford

The November PAD Chapbook Challenge prompt for the day requested a Persona poem, and I was stuck. Then I thought of Team Netherworld's beloved protagonist, Gerry Clifford, and decided to let him take over and write a poem that sums up his personality and motivation in just a few words.

Fetch is the flagship story in Team Netherworld's Yadira Chronicles, and Gerry Clifford is its male protagonist. When Gerry's cognitive abilities became too deteriorated for him to remain at home, his wife, Anne, had him placed in London's Candlelight Ridge Care Center for Memory Loss. On his first day in the center, Gerry encountered Yadira Root, who presented herself as a kindly older woman volunteering her heartfelt help but who was, in fact, a daughter and high priestess of Nyarlathotep.

As Gerry's physical brain became more severely compromised, his soul began making more frequent explorations on his own. To Gerry's horror, he discovered that the residents of Candlelight Ridge were being targeted by a malevolent hive entity which appears as flashes of brilliant multicolored light. It quickly became apparent that the entity had a particular interest in Gerry and was biding its time for reasons he couldn't understand. 

Upon fleeing the entity, Gerry found himself in the presence of Pepper Baiij, a troubled caregiver working with memory-impaired patients in an assisted living facility thousands of miles from England in Ransom, Kansas. Pepper had strong psychic abilities. She had been devastated to hear of Gerry Clifford’s diagnosis. His band, Mainline was a longstanding favorite act of hers.

Team Netherworld is now working on preparing the Fetch material for publication. We have enough for several books. We doubt anyone else is excited as we are, or, in fact, gives one single fuck. We don't care, we give a fuck and are going to unleash our words on the world regardless.

Nyarlathotep is the creation of H.P. Lovecraft. 

November PAD Chapbook Challenge 2019: Day 12: Form

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can't force
me to adhere
to a prescribed form
I'm totally a
free spirit


The November PAD Chapbook Challenge prompt was to write a form poem or anti-form poem. I've been doing a lot of heavy lifting in my poetry recently, so I wanted to just have fun with this one.

By the way, YouTube can kiss my butt with it's new stopping the music to check and see if I'm still listening bullshit. Bitch, I have the music on while I'm writing or sleeping and I like it like that. I don't want to have to check in with you. I want to let the damn music play.

November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 11: Prime Time Pantoum

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Trying to model my life
To be more like the pretty people
Starring on glitzy, prime-time TV shows
Is an exercise in futility

To be more like the pretty people
I try to hate myself into conformity
Starring on glitzy, prime-time TV shows
A destructive, soul-stealing dream

I try to hate myself into conformity
Starring on glitzy, prime-time TV shows
A destructive, soul-stealing dream
Is an exercise in futility


Today's November PAD Chapbook Challenge asks participants to write a "prime" poem. I chose the phrase "prime time" and the Pantoum form. 

Ornery Reviews: Ripcord Recovery

Genre: Nonfiction/Medicine/Alternative Medicine

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While some will dismiss this book as too controversial because it discusses the use of marijuana, the fact is that the track record for current methods of lowering the risk of relapse in cases of addiction to alcohol and opiates is shaky at best. Marijuana has been shown to have a myriad of medical benefits. While the author's method may not resonate with everyone, I believe that it is worth it to read about and consider it.

I have personally seen marijuana used effectively to lower the number and intensity of seizures in a patient that I took care of when I worked as a home care nurse. The patient was on numerous powerful pharmacological medications to control his frequent seizures. These medications made him extremely drowsy and he slept most of the time. When marijuana oil was introduced, he was able to wean off of all but two of these medications, was much more alert, and his seizures were well controlled.

I relate this anecdote because the author discusses the ways in which the brain is altered by the use of alcohol and opiates. Marijuana, when used as the author outlines, can help balance out these alterations in the brain and give the addict a fighting chance at staying clean. The book is short and gets directly to the point. I recommend it to anyone who is fighting addiction themselves or who wishes to help a loved one fighting addiction. 

~Cie the Ornery Old Lady~

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November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 10: Tyranny of Perfection

so I got to thinking
what if Death 
isn't a grim dude in a black hood
but is instead
an annoyingly perfect and perfectionistic
aerobics instructor
who chirps at you
that it's time to do your cardi-oh-oh
and when you do those leg lifts
you've gotta squeeze those glutes
because if you don't squeeze 'em
no-one else will
and I kind of got to thinking
what if I don't want my life
to revolve around whether or not
some dudebro wants to
play grab-ass with me
and then that chipper death
chirped at me that I
need to mind my carbs and calories
because fat is the very worst thing
that a person can possibly be
and then I got to thinking
that maybe that's not true
that in fact the worst thing a person
can possibly be
is a sanctimonious twat
who refuses to respect
other people's lives and conditions and preferences
and bodily autonomy
and who really can just fuck off
and then I got to wondering 
if maybe that's the way Death works
is by annoying people to death
by making them fight all day every day
with vicious inner voices
that tell them they're no good
because they have dimpled thighs
or chunky butts
or saggy boobs
or tummy rolls
or they just aren't perky-werky enough
and then I got to thinking 
that maybe what happens
is people get tired 
of hearing Death's annoying voice
bleating at them to get up and at 'em
because nobody who isn't perfect
deserves to have a life
and so they smash the snooze bar
on their internal clock
one too many times
in an attempt to shut the annoying bitch up
once and for all


Today's November PAD Chapbook Challenge asked for a (blank) of (blank) poem. I initially went with "hands of time," which is how I found the image of the perky aerobics instructor looking lady with her watch. I started thinking about all the years and time and money I spent trying to hate myself thin, and it really pissed me off that the message people (especially women) are sent from the moment we draw breath isn't "take care of yourself because you are worthwhile regardless of your size or looks," it's "if you girls aren't thin and pretty in a very specific way, you are garbage and don't deserve happiness." 

So, I changed the title of my poem to Tyranny of Perfection and wrote about what it feels like to fight with the hateful internal dialogue that has been crammed down my throat for as long as I can remember. It would be nice to be able to just BE, without having to fight with these horrible messages from the cradle to the grave. Doing so is the biggest fucking waste of time and a waste of a perfectly good life too.

November PAD Chapbook Challenge 2019: Day 9: Senryu: Reflection

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bright lights and glamour
shining city in my sights
I don't belong there


Today's November PAD Chapbook Challenge prompt was to write a reflection poem. I reflected on my one-time desire to live a glamorous life among the hoi-polloi before realizing that fake people make me utterly miserable and I would never have fit in.

Weekend Writing Warriors 17 November 2019 (FA, PA, SF)

“An altar in the Hall of Nyarlathotep—but of course! Who would not be quite curious to follow a portal in a blasted Hall of Nyarlathotep Worship?”

“I think that this portal may lead back to your world via the Dreamlands, Ketil,” the creature stated calmly. “From my understanding of the sigils surrounding the gate, this passage terminates in Xura. I have never been to Xura, but I have heard rumors of a most interesting house which is said to be a focal point in this realm.”

“Oh, but of course. The House of Great Fuckery,” the man expounded. “And who in their right mind would not wish to go through the House of Great Fuckery?”

~Cie for Team Netherworld Creations/Naughty Netherworld Press~


Ketil Nagel is the spirit of a Scandinavian metal musician who sacrificed himself to the Outer Gods of Cthulhu Mythos infamy.

While exploring a long-dead world in hopes of assisting a friend who is in deep trouble with the powerful and malevolent Yadira Root, Nyarlathotep's high priestess and daughter, Ketil met a  renegade member of the Great Race of Yith who was studying the planet. The benevolent creature had been ostracized by others of its kind and did not have a name. Ketil gave his new friend the name Yitzy, which pleased the extraterrestrial giant.

The Cthulhu Mythos, Earth's Dreamlands, Nyarlathotep, the Outer Gods, Xura, and the Great Race of Yith are the creations of H.P. Lovecraft.

The Xura House of Lost Dreams appears in the Chaosium Call of Cthulhu Dreamlands Role-Playing supplement.

Ketil, Yitzy, and Yadira Root are original characters created by Team Netherworld.

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