Carpe Diem Solo No Renga + Haiku My Heart + OctPoWriMo 2019: Day 25: White

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Note:

This is a poem about my dislike of the fur industry and disdain for those who wear fur as a fashion accessory. It is not pretty, so you may not care to read it.

why do some wish to

stain the white snow red with blood

to steal the white fur?

why do some wish to

stain the white snow red with blood

to steal the white fur?

profit their motivation
their souls are dead within them

why do some wish to
subject the innocent to 
their cold-hearted whims?
the cries of the dying fall
on deaf ears and decayed hearts

stain the white snow red
to line their pockets with gold
all for fashion's sake
fur lovely on the living
becomes ugly with carnage

to steal the white fur
go with clubs and guns and traps
animals in cages
not out of necessity
strictly a status symbol

strictly for profit
from the wealthy and heartless
wear their victim's pain
the beautiful fur adorns
the carcass now lies bloody

souls are dead within
the heartless social climbers
who wear their victims
as adornments draped over
their unfeeling carcasses

~Sly~

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Cie's activist alter-ego Sly Fawkes has been on a tear the past couple of days.

OctPoWriMo 2019: Day 24: Breathe the Poison

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Surrender to the charismatic

Greedy, self-serving lies

Of those who would empower

Themselves by climbing upon

The backs of the downtrodden

Who will work for nothing for the rest of their lives

Let yourselves be hypnotized

By the siren song of a life glamorized

By the throbbing club music of the pied piper

Who tells you all you have to do is trust in him

You will wonder what you ever did without him

He is not a self-serving psychopath at all

He is soma for the masses of disenfranchised

Overworked and unappreciated

Ripe for his lies

You too can have fame and glory

If you just breathe deeply of the toxins released

By the Cult of Personality

~Sly~

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Another one from the persistently nasty mind of Sly Fawkes, professional dissenter

Did I already share this song?

Cool. 

Here it is again.

OctPoWriMo 2019: Day 14: Enraged Earth (Choka)

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the giver of life

will no longer sustain us

if we continue

to destroy all of nature

she will not nurture

but will lash out in fury

~Cie~

OctPoWriMo 2019: Day 11: Silence the Dissenting Bitches

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in the echo chamber

chamber at the center

center of the chaos

chaos when you enter

the noise of your mindless mind

mind that you mind your p's and q's, bitches

bitches submit to the muzzle

muzzle the dissenting witches

gag them from the first unwanted kiss

kiss, just kiss, move on her like a bitch

bitch don't want it, what the bitch want don't matter

matter one iota if you get to scratch your itch

no respect for women, you can do anything

anything you want so long as you're a star

star in your own movie in your narcissistic head

head right off to prison and be a star behind bars

~Sly Has Spoken~

Notes:

This eviscerating verse was snarled out by Cie's badly behaved radical harridan alter-ego, Sly Fawkes, who wishes to remind you of the following words spoken by Emperor Commodus Trump and caught on tape. Sly is thrilled that The Humiliation of the American People appears to be going down in flames, and she has popcorn, hot dogs, and marshmallows ready to roast over the impeachment inferno.

“I moved on her like a bitch, but I couldn’t get there. And she was married.”

“I did try and fuck her. She was married.”

“Just kiss. I don’t even wait. When you’re a star, they let you do it. You can do anything.”

“Grab them by the pussy. You can do anything.”

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OctPoWriMo 2019: Day 4: Gilded Cage

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A cage

Whether silver, gold, or platinum

Or wrought iron

Is still a cage

Do not follow

The edicts of charismatic cons

Do not strive to become

What others have told you that you must be

Do not wait on a messiah

Who may be centuries away

Or a boogeyman conjured

To keep people compliant

Only you can set you free

Do not let what advertisers tell you
You must be in order to be "beautiful"
Keep you locked away
Closed off from the world

Don't let the quest for silver and gold
Trap you in a crate of greed
Until your need for wealth
Becomes more a coffin than a birdcage

Only you can set you free

~Cie~

Song Inspiration:

OctPoWriMo 2019: Day 3: Aunt Cie's Soapbox: Leave My Old Womb Alone (Choka)

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lay off my old womb

I am not a candidate

for new motherhood

I can no longer achieve

reproduction, no

but it would not bring me joy

to endure the pain

of removing my old womb

it is my life choice

to keep my organs intact

despite a slightly

elevated chance that I

develop cancer

somewhere well on down the line

any womb is not

only worth saving when it

is available

to serve as incubator

~Cie~

Note:

The poem references the incidents of 2018 when my life continued revolving around my uterus despite the fact that the painful periods I had endured for 40 years had come to an end. In April of 2017, and again in April of 2018, I experienced post-menopausal bleeding, and in June of 2018, I underwent a D&C to determine the nature of the endometrial cells.

Had the cells been abnormal or the endometrial hyperplasia complex, this would have elevated my risk of future endometrial cancer by 36%, in which case I would have opted for a hysterectomy.

My cells were normal and it was simple hyperplasia. This only increases the risk of endometrial cancer by 1.6%. In the end, I felt that the risks posed by undergoing a hysterectomy, which is a major surgery no matter how casual a spin doctors try to put on it, were greater than opting for a wait and see approach. 

Post-menopausal endometrial hyperplasia can occur for a variety of reasons. It is more common in Caucasian women, in women over fifty, in women with a larger body type, and in diabetic women. I am a large Caucasian woman over fifty with a large body type who has diabetes. As it turned out, I also had a number of small fibroids in my uterus which were probably irritating the endometrium and causing it to overgrow.

My primary care physician wanted me to have a hysterectomy.

My OB/GYN wanted me to have a hysterectomy.

The gynecologic oncologist whom I consulted wanted me to have a hysterectomy.

This despite the fact that all of them quoted a very low increased likelihood of the type of hyperplasia I was experiencing ever developing into cancer.

I had one of those obnoxious trans-vaginal ultrasounds in February of this year which showed that the endometrial lining was still slightly thicker than normal but had greatly reduced in size and was within the perimeters of acceptable. I did not experience bleeding in April of this year. My OB/GYN wanted to do another D&C, but I said no. There was no presenting reason to undergo a procedure that leaves me feeling like someone has been up in my business with a cheese grater.

I consulted with a radiologist who specializes in a procedure called uterine artery embolization, which utilizes tiny radioactive grains to block the uterine arteries and cut off the blood supply to the fibroids so they shrink and cease to cause trouble. As opposed to a hysterectomy, which is a major surgery, this is a minimally invasive approach. The doctor told me I was not a candidate for the procedure because fibroids will shrink on their own after menopause, but she agreed with me that since I had not experienced post-menopausal bleeding this year, the endometrial thickness is within acceptable boundaries, and my hyperplasia is the low-risk variety for future development of cancer, a wait and see approach makes sense in my case. She discussed this with my OB/GYN and the gynecologic oncologist, and they agreed with her.

During The Year Of Focusing Way Too Much On My Uterus, I learned just how quick doctors are to recommend a hysterectomy to post-menopausal women. If a woman can no longer serve as a baby factory, let's just yank the old plumbing out, risks be damned. The fact is, major surgery is always risky although sometimes the risks of surgery are necessary. It is also a fact that the female reproductive system provides benefits to its owner even after menopause and unless it is malfunctioning in a way that makes life unacceptably uncomfortable or poses risks to a woman's health, it's best to leave it alone.

Uterus: it's not just for incubating infants. 

That's been Aunt Cie's Soapbox, Ladies! Hysterectomy is sometimes necessary, but it tends to be overprescribed, particularly in post-menopausal women.

OctPoWriMo 2018: Day 13: National Disgrace

Copyright Geralt

Being kind is

What everyone should do

Do you?

You do not

Not do right

Right is might

Might you consider

Consider the absolute

Absolute power

Power corrupts

Corrupts when misused

Misused to abuse

Abuse those you see

See as less

Less than nothing

Nothing is what

What you discover

Discover within 

Within your rotten

Rotten, shriveled heart

Heart hard as stone

Stone over graves

Graves of those

Those who died

Died in vain

Vain sacrifice

Sacrifice for what

What but ambition

Ambition of soulless

Soulless rich men

Men who don't care

Care for anything

Anything but money

Money to buy

Buy the best tomb

Tomb to commemorate

Commemorate their lives

Lives full of lies

Lies always bellowing 

Bellowing forth

Forth from your mouth

Mouth always open

Open like a sewer

Sewer spewing waste

Waste of words

Words of deception

Deception of the masses

Masses left wanting

Wanting

Masses

~Sly Has Spoken~

Note:

Written by Cie's civic-minded alter-ego, Sly Fawkes.

Dedicated to the crook in the White House

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