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September 24, 2018

Scars – Manic Monday

By Kat Myrman

scars

scars

she wants to be
unnoticed, an image
sculpted deeper, her
pain cut away, ‘cause
the dark knows you
and the heart could
change its scars to
beautiful…she dreams
to be nothing and
everything, she fades
away, goes deeper, the
mirror helps you see a bit
clearer, the light within,
a hope waiting, and a
beautiful heart, no scars
there, waiting in the dark…

you know you could change
the world to beautiful

~kat

A BlackOut Poem for Manic Monday’s Three-Way Prompt Challenge: Prompt Word: Scars/Song: Scars to your beautiful – Alessia Cara/Photo: as seen above. The full text of the lyrics of the song is listed below with text lifted for today’s poem in bold.

Scars to Your Beautiful
Alessia Cara

She just wants to be beautiful
She goes unnoticed, she knows no limits
She craves attention, she praises an image
She prays to be sculpted by the sculptor
Oh, she don’t see the light that’s shining
Deeper than the eyes can find it
Maybe we have made her blind
So she tries to cover up her pain and cut her woes away
‘Cause cover girls don’t cry after their face is made

But there’s a hope that’s waiting for you in the dark
You should know(s) you’re beautiful just the way you are
And you don’t have to change a thing, the world could change its heart
No scars to your beautiful, we’re stars and we’re beautiful
Oh-oh, oh-oh
And you don’t have to change a thing, the world could change its heart
No scars to your beautiful, we’re stars and we’re beautiful

She has dreams to be an envy, so she’s starving
You know, cover girls eat nothing
She says beauty is pain and there’s beauty in everything
What’s a little bit of hunger?
I could go a little while longer, she fades away
She don’t see her perfect, she don’t understand she’s worth it
Or that beauty goes deeper than the surface
Oh, oh
So to all the girls that’s hurting
Let me be your mirror, helps you see a little bit clearer
The light that shines within

There’s a hope that’s waiting for you in the dark
You should know you’re beautiful just the way you are
And you don’t have to change a thing, the world could change its heart
No scars to your beautiful, we’re stars and we’re beautiful

Oh-oh, oh-oh
And you don’t have to change a thing, the world could change its heart
No scars to your beautiful, we’re stars and we’re beautiful

No better you than the you that you are (no better you than the you that you are)
No better life than the life we’re living (no better life than the life we’re living)
No better time for your shine, you’re a star (no better time for your shine, you’re a star)
Oh, you’re beautiful, oh, you’re beautiful

And there‘s a hope that’s waiting for you in the dark
You should know you’re beautiful just the way you are
And you don’t have to change a thing, the world could change its heart
No scars to your beautiful, we’re stars and we’re beautiful
Oh-oh, oh-oh
And you don’t have to change a thing, the world could change its heart
No scars to your beautiful, we’re stars and we’re beautiful

Songwriters: Alessia Caracciolo / Andrew Wansel / Coleridge Tillman / Warren Felder
Scars to Your Beautiful lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group

 

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September 17, 2018

Boondock Baby

By Kat Myrman

boondock

Boondock Baby

my heart and soul
feel it still, like a warm
wind blowing where
the one thing I know
about living, love, working
hard, having just enough…
this is who I am, no shame,
born on a Saturday night,
raised on five-card poker,
Sunday, say a prayer for me

~kat

A black out poem for Manic Monday’s Three-Way Prompt. Prompt Word: Boondocks; Photo (above); Song: Boondocks by Little Big Town (below). I took some liberty to make the poem work this week. The word raised was lifted from a previous section, but it worked for the second to last line.

Boondocks

I feel no shame
I’m proud of where I came from
I was born and raised in the boondocks
One thing I know
No matter where I go
I keep my heart and soul in the boondocks

And I can feel
That muddy water running through my veins
And I can hear that lullaby of a midnight train
It sings to me and it sounds familiar

I feel no shame
I’m proud of where I came from
I was born and raised in the boondocks
One thing I know
No matter where I go
I keep my heart and soul in the boondocks

And I can taste
That honeysuckle and it’s still so sweet
When it grows wild
On the banks down at old camp creek
Yeah, and it calls to me like a warm wind blowing

I feel no shame
I’m proud of where I came from
I was born and raised in the boondocks
One thing I know
No matter where I go
I keep my heart and soul in the boondocks

It’s where I learned about living
It’s where I learned about love
It’s where I learned about working hard
And having a little was just enough

It’s where I learned about Jesus
And knowing where I stand
You can take it or leave it, this is me
This is who I am

Give me a tin roof
A front porch and a gravel road
And that’s home to me
It feels like home to me

I feel no shame
I’m proud of where I came from
I was born and (raised) in the boondocks
One thing I know
No matter where I go
I keep my heart and soul in the boondocks

I keep my heart and soul in the boondocks

You get a line, I’ll get a pole
We’ll go fishing in the craw fish hole
Five-card poker on a Saturday night
Church on Sunday morning

You get a line, I’ll get a pole
We’ll go fishing in the craw fish hole
(Down in the boondocks)
Five-card poker on a Saturday night
Church on Sunday morning

You get a line, I’ll get a pole
We’ll go fishing in the craw fish hole
(Down in the boondocks)
Five-card poker on a Saturday night
Church on Sunday morning

Say a little prayer for me

Songwriters: James Lee Westbrook / Karen Fairchild / Kimberly Roads / Kimberly Schlapman / Kimberly B. Roads / Phillip Sweet / Wayne Kirkpatrick

Boondocks lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc, Downtown Music Publishing

 

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August 19, 2018

When Demons Rage

By Kat Myrman

alone

passions from a
common source
sorrow to joy,
of life, good and ill,
the mystery, the torrent,
red, ’round me roll’d
the lightning flying by
the thunder, the storm,
when heaven was blue,
a demon in view

~kat

A Black Out Poem for MindLoveMisery’sMenagerie Sunday Writing Prompt based on the poem below, “Alone” by Edgar Allen Poe

BY EDGAR ALLAN POE

From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were—I have not seen
As others saw—I could not bring 
My passions from a common spring— 
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow—I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone—
And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—
Then—in my childhood—in the dawn 
Of a most stormy life—was drawn
From ev’ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still— 
From the torrent, or the fountain— 
From the red cliff of the mountain— 
From the sun that ’round me roll’d
In its autumn tint of gold— 
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass’d me flying by—
From the thunder, and the storm—
And the cloud that took the form 
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view—

 

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July 30, 2018

innocence ghosting – Manic Mondays

By Kat Myrman

Innocence Ghosting

innocence ghosting

we skipped the crown
humming
flew away
it was later
that her face
turned pale
she said,
 there is no truth
let her be sixteen
eyes open
might just as well’ve
be closed
her face ghostly pale
and so it was

~kat

A Black Out Poem for Manic Monday Three-Way Prompt inspired by the word “Ghostly”, the photo above and the song below with black out.

Whiter Shade Of Pale

We skipped the light fandango
Turned cartwheels ‘cross the floor
I was feeling kinda seasick
But the crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
As the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
The waiter brought a tray

And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale

She said, ‘There is no reason’
And the truth is plain to see
But I wandered through my playing cards
And would not let her be
One of sixteen vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were open
They might have just as well’ve been closed

And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale

And so it was that later

Songwriters: Gary Brooker / Keith Reid / Matthew Fisher
A Whiter Shade of Pale lyrics © T.R.O. Inc.

 

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July 23, 2018

Wrecked – Manic Monday

By Kat Myrman

MMWrecked.jpg

sorrowful am i…
the sand, your pillow
seaweed, your bed
candles, your watchmen
though you drowned
with you, I would go

~kat

A blackout poem for Manic Monday’s 3-Way Prompt: Word Prompt: Wrecked/Photo (above)/Song: Ailein Duinn (see lyrics with translation below w/word selections in BOLD).

Lyrics for Ailein Duinn by Celtic Spirit

Gura mise tha fo éislean,
Moch ‘s a’ mhadainn is mi ‘g éirigh,
Ò hì shiùbhlainn leat,
Hì ri bhò hò ru bhì,
Hì ri bhò hò rionn o ho,
Ailein duinn, ò hì shiùbhlainn leat.

Ma ‘s e cluasag dhut a’ ghainneamh,
Ma ‘s e leabaidh dhut an fheamainn,
Ò hì shiùbhlainn leat,
Hì ri bhò hò ru bhì,
Hì ri bhò hò rionn o ho,
Ailein duinn, ò hì shiùbhlainn leat.

Ma ‘s e ‘n t-iasg do choinnlean geala,
Ma ‘s e na ròin do luchd-faire,
Ò hì shiùbhlainn leat,
Hì ri bhò hò ru bhì,
Hì ri bhò hò rionn o ho,
Ailein duinn, ò hì shiùbhlainn leat.

Dh’òlainn deoch ge boil le càch e,
De dh’fhuil do choim ‘s tu ‘n déidh do bhathadh,
Ò hì shiùbhlainn leat,
Hì ri bhò hò ru bhì,
Hì ri bhò hò rionn o ho,
Ailein duinn, ò hì shiùbhlainn leat.

English Translation:

How sorrowful I am
When I rise early in the morning
Ò hì, I would go with you
Hì ri bhò hò ru bhì
Hì ri bhò hò rinn o ho
Brown-haired Alan, ò hì, I would go with you

If the sand be your pillow
If the seaweed be your bed
Ò hì, I would go with you
Hì ri bhò hò ru bhì
Hì ri bhò hò rinn o ho
Brown-haired Alan, ò hì, I would go with you

 

If the fish are your candles bright
If the seals are your watchmen
Ò hì, I would go with you
Hì ri bhò hò ru bhì
Hì ri bhò hò rinn o ho
Brown-haired Alan, ò hì, I would go with you

I would drink, though all would abhor
Of your heart’s blood after you were drowned
Ò hì, I would go with you
Hì ri bhò hò ru bhì
Hì ri bhò hò rinn o ho
Brown-haired Alan, ò hì, I would go with you

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