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hard road – Manic Mondays

hard road

early morning when
the rooster crows
keep going,
don’t  slow down,
troubles fill the wind
it’s a hard road
got to keep livin’
when the wind
cuts hard,
it’s a damn
cold day
when the wind
cuts hard

~kat

A blackout (found) poem for Manic Monday’s Three-Way Prompt: Word: Road/Photo: (above-cropped)/Song: White House Road by Tyler Childers (lyrics with found poem in bold below)


White House Road – Tyler Childers

Early in the morning when the sun does rise
Layin’ in the bed with bloodshot eyes
Late in the evenin’ when the sun sinks low
Well that’s about time my rooster crows
I got women up and down this creek
And they keep me going and my engine clean
Run me ragged but I don’t fret
Cause there ain’t been one slow me down none yet

Get me drinking’ that moonshine
Get me higher than the grocery bill
Take my troubles to the highwall
Throw’em in the river and get your fill
We been sniffing that cocaine
Ain’t nothin’ better when the wind cuts cold
Lord it’s a mighty hard livin’
But a damn good feelin’ to run these roads

I got people try to tell me, Red
Keep this livin’ and you’ll wind updead
Cast your troubles on the Lord of Lord’s
Or wind up laying on a coal room floor
But I got buddies up White House Road
And they keep me strutting when my feet hang low
Rotgut whiskey gonna ease my pain
‘N all this runnin’s gonna keep me sane

Get me drinking’ that moonshine
Get me higher than the grocery bill
Take my troubles to the highwall
Throw’em in the river and get your fill
We been sniffing that cocaine
Ain’t nothin’ better when the wind cuts cold
Lord it’s a mighty hard livin’
But a damn good feelin’ to run these roads
It’s a damn good feelin’ to run these roads

When they lay me in the cold hard clay
Won’t ya sing them hymns while the banjo plays
You can tell them ladies that they ought not frown
Cause there ain’t been nothing ever held me down
Lawmen, women or a shallow grave
Same ol’ bluesjust a different day

Get me drinking’ that moonshine
Get me higher than the grocery bill
Take my troubles to the highwall
Throw’em in the river and get your fill
We been sniffing that cocaine
Ain’t nothin’ better when the wind cuts cold
Lord it’s a mighty hard livin’
But a damn good feelin’ to run these roads
It’s a damn good feelin’ to run these roads
It’s a damn good feelin’ to run these roads


Anchored – Manic Mondays

anchored

there’s a fever
anchored to the
rhythm in your chest
a static sonnet
waiting for the night
dust to fire
reflected
in your eyes

~kat

A Blackout or Found Poem for Manic Monday’s Three-Way Prompt. Prompt Word: Anchored; Photo: Above; Song: Almanac by The Acorn (See below with the found poem in bold text).


Almanac
The Acorn

There’s a season in your eyes
and a fever on your breath
you’re anchored to the tide
and the rhythm in your chest
I read the rings and count the city lights
you sing a static sonnet on the dial
you could talk a walk, through the mines
or you could spend all your days
just waiting for the night
the stones that skip, the dust that turns to fire
I see it all reflected in your eyes

Songwriters: DEBUTTE JEFFREY WILFRED ELLIOTT GHISLAIN ALPHOASE D / KLAUSENER ROLF CARLOS / MALECKI THADIUS JEFFREY / TSUI HOWARD HO YAN / JOHNSON PATRICK NOEL


Manic Monday – Frozen

you only see
what you want
your heart’s
consumed
with hate…
broken
no point
placing blame
you know you
need to fly
inside your
heart you
hold the key
only
you’re frozen

~kat

For Manic Monday’s 3 Way Prompt: Photo (above)/Word: Frozen/Song: Frozen by Madonna (see the blocked out text below).


Frozen
Madonna
You only see what your eyes want to see
How can life be what you want it to be? You’re frozen
When your heart’s not open
You’re so consumed with how much you get
You waste your time with hate and regret. You’re broken
When your heart’s not open
Mm,hmm
If I could melt your heart
Mm, hmm
We’d never be apart
Mm, hmm
Give yourself to me
Mm, hmm
You hold
The key
Now there’s no point in placing the blame
And you should know I suffer the same, if I lose you
My heart will be broken
Love is a bird, she needs to fly
Let all the hurt inside of you die,you’re frozen
When your heart’s not open
Mm, hmm
If I could melt your heart
Mm, hmm
We’d never be apart
Mm, hmm
Give yourself to me
Mm, hmm
You hold
The key
You only see what your eyes want to see
How can life be what you want it to be? You’re frozen
When your heart’s not open
Mm, hmm
If I could melt your heart
Mm, hmm
We’d never be apart
Mm, hmm
Give yourself to me
Mm, hmm
You hold the key (Mm, hmm)
If I could melt your heart
Mm, hmm
We’d never be apart
Mm, hmm
Give yourself to me
Mm, hmm
You hold
The key
If I could melt your heart
Songwriters: Madonna Ciccone /Patrick Leonard
Frozen lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc


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


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