Tinkering with creative writing thread: poetry, lyrics, prose, rap, etc (hobbies)

[C C]

Bravo, Cece!

Thanks, SS. Probably equivalent to trivial trinket beadwork, but with AI looming overhead and aspiring to take over the whole aesthetic playground, we need to get any inspirational impulses and spasms out of our systems now, before we're completely passé.

Don't get confused, guys. It's my fault for creating two threads with slightly different purposes, which I'm clearly not adhering to myself. (Like I could ever stop revising anything.)

Post in either one as you like, regardless of whether it is parts of a work in progress, deemed truly finished, or you want to adjust or redo something later (weeks, months, years):

(Writing hobbies) https://www.scivillage.com/thread-13451-...l#pid58352

(Tinkering with) https://www.scivillage.com/thread-13261-...l#pid56626

[C C]

This trim and redo is surely an improvement in terms of removing some of the clunky, extra-syllable sabotage placed into last year's version. Might be transitioned to September's animated avatar, barring a rare light-bulb of an idea flaring between now and then. While it can safely be interpreted as the very subject it appears to be -- there are alternative possibilities it could be construed as an allegory for, like what the 14th and 15th lines vaguely suggest.
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Impending
Cece

It seems to be an odd silhouette.
The kind that betrays its face.
But still drab as a snubbed cigarette.
Or urns spilled down the staircase.

The way a deaf girl hears her heart beat.
How the blind man sees a trend.
Like the tongueless champ who tastes defeat.
Maybe I can sense the end.

An outlaw cure? A rogue ambulance?
I scan the passing drivers.
Who roam the same road his Damned Crew hunts
For journey worn survivors.

The way metastasis gets appeased.
How tortured romance is penned.
Like the torqued gurgling of love diseased.
Many fetishize the end.

Sufferers huddle at hope's last glow.
Drawn by the howling unknown.
Each ferried across the briny flow.
The boatman returns alone.

The way church greeters hug a guest.
How a shirt receives a mend.
Like a spent target doing her best.
Maybe I welcome the end.

A shy scoundrel ripples through the ward.
Startling buzzards from their roost.
Doubt plays its dissonant chord
As the body's bane is loosed.

The way a trauma hides in the gloom.
How vintage ghosts try to blend.
Like painted sunsets frozen at doom.
Tracks linger after the end.

[Zinjanthropos]

I know none, some or all of it may be false or even propaganda or recruiting poster stuff. Still the theme of this little verse is blatantly obvious, sort of a what if it is true. Grizzly topic but without trying to insult anyone I’m just treating them as words that not only shock the senses when together but words that you would not usually put together.

I don’t think it’s finished but no desire to go on. Not much else to say about it really other than two words that send powerful message.

Beheaded Babies

Beheaded babies
The order of the day
Beheaded babies
Kill all those in the way
Beheaded babies
Terrorize the land
Beheaded babies
From the High Command

Beheaded babies
Victims of hate
Beheaded babies
Enemies of the State
Beheaded babies
Symbolic of war
Beheaded babies
Won’t cry anymore

When you open up the door
Find headless infants on the floor
Could you erase that from your mind
Or become deaf, dumb and blind
Realize no other choosing
Understand the risk of losing
Precious lives are lost forever
Say to yourself it’s now or never.

[C C]

I know none, some or all of it may be false or even propaganda or recruiting poster stuff. Still the theme of this little verse is blatantly obvious, sort of a what if it is true. Grizzly topic but without trying to insult anyone I’m just treating them as words that not only shock the senses when together but words that you would not usually put together.

I don’t think it’s finished but no desire to go on. Not much else to say about it really other than two words that send powerful message.

Beheaded Babies

Beheaded babies
The order of the day
Beheaded babies
Kill all those in the way
Beheaded babies
Terrorize the land
Beheaded babies
From the High Command

Beheaded babies
Victims of hate
Beheaded babies
Enemies of the State
Beheaded babies
Symbolic of war
Beheaded babies
Won’t cry anymore

When you open up the door
Find headless infants on the floor
Could you erase that from your mind
Or become deaf, dumb and blind
Realize no other choosing
Understand the risk of losing
Precious lives are lost forever
Say to yourself it’s now or never.

https://www.snopes.com/news/2023/10/12/4...-by-hamas/

So, given that infants were indeed among victims killed in the violent attack, why does it matter if they died by beheadings or another way?

[...] People should be wary of claims that echo Islamophobic rhetoric, or statements that compare the violence in Kfar Aza to “ISIS-style” killings — i.e., beheadings that have taken place in a different context and were committed by a different group. Such rumors that emphasize specific, unverified acts of brutality against infants and that attempt to connect them to patterns of violence carried out by unconnected Islamist groups have the potential to become dangerous propaganda.

By the same token, why does it matter that a particular terrorist group might get wrongfully attributed with a horror that a different terrorist organization is noted for, rather than their usual brand _X_ horror?

Campus and media state intellectuals now so full of the holy Social Justice spirit that they're worrying about distinctions between terrorist organizations...