Category Archives: Poetry

November Naani #27

three score and two
summers, autumns, winters, springs,
a lifetime is short, as seasons go
winter is coming

~kat


Waiting – MM3W

Waiting

Waiting

stop
saying
you believe
anybody who
agrees with you
wasting my time
waiting
living lies
stealing time
do you feel
do you see
nothing is
what you see
everyone’s
different

~kat

A Blackout or “Found” poem for Manic Monday’s Three-Way Prompt: Word: Waiting/Photo: (above)/Song: In the Waiting Line by Zero 7 (See Below).


In the Waiting Line

Zero 7

Wait in line
‘Till your time
Ticking clock
Everyone stop

Everyone’s saying different things to me
Different things to me
Everyone’s saying different things to me
Different things to me

Whoa
Do you believe
In what you see
There doesn’t seem to be anybody else who agrees with me

Do you believe
In what you see
Motionless wheel
Nothing is real
Wasting my time
In the waiting line
Do you believe in
What you see

Nine to five
Living lies
Everyday
Stealing time
Everyone’s taking everything they can
Everything they can
Everyone’s taking everything they can
Everything they can

Whoa
Do you believe
In what you feel
It doesn’t seem to be anybody else who agrees with me

Do you believe
In what you see
Motionless wheel
Nothing is real
Wasting my time
In the waiting line
Do you believe
In what you see

Ah and I’ll shout and I’ll scream
But I’d rather not have seen
And I’ll hide away for another day

Do you believe
In what you see
Motionless wheel
Nothing is real
Wasting my time
In the waiting line
Do you believe
In what you see

Everyone’s saying different things to me
Different things to me
Different things to me
Different things to me
Different things to me
Everyone’s taking everything they can
Everything they can

Songwriters: Henry Binns / Sam Hardaker / Sophie Alexandra Jessica Barker
In the Waiting Line lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group


November Naani #26

from horror, seeking haven,
they fled to America,
great land of the free,
but it was all smoke and tears

~kat


Stars – Monday with the Muse

the stars want me to think
that they have thousands of
wishes for the asking
but I know they only
want me to open my heart…
their tiny light is no more
than the dying remnant
of a star that was…
I keep my dreams close

~kat

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November Naani #25

they will return in the spring,
dormant leaves, wintering,
when the days grow longer,
dawn’s chorus erupting

~kat