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October 22, 2018

Suicidal – MM3W

By Kat Myrman

 

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Suicidal

is it my mind or
is it fantasy
heaven is waiting
i suppose
i remain unchanged
i close my eyes
sometimes
my dreams
shelter me
if i close my eyes
forever would i
feel the same
i’ve  told you
if i could, i’d close
my eyes forever

~kat

Another Black Out Poem for Manic Monday’s 3-Way Prompt. Prompt Words: Dead, Death, Deadly, Deathly/Photo Above/Song: Close My Eye’s Forever – Lita Ford / Ozzy (Lyrics with bold black out selection below)

Close My Eyes Forever
Ozzy Osbourne, Lita Ford

Baby, I get so scared inside and I don’t really understand
Is it love that’s on my mind or is it fantasy?
Heaven is in the palm of my hand and it’s waiting here for you
What am I supposed to do with a childhood tragedy?

If I close my eyes forever, will it all remain unchanged?
If I close my eyes forever, will it all remain the same?

Sometimes it’s hard to hold on, so hard to hold on to my dreams
It isn’t always what it seems when you’re face to face with me
You’re like a dagger, and stick me in the heart
And taste the blood from my blade
And when we sleep, would you shelter me in your warm and darkend grave?

If I close my eyes forever, will it all remain unchanged?
If I close my eyes forever, will it all remain the same?

Will you ever take me? No I just can’t take the pain
Would you ever trust me? No I‘ll never feel the same

I know I’ve been so hard on you; I know I’ve told you lies
If I could have just one more wish, I’d wipe the cobwebs from my eyes

If I close my eyes forever, will it all remain unchanged?
If I close my eyes forever, will it all remain the same?

Songwriters: Lita Rossana Ford / Ozzy Osbourne
Close My Eyes Forever lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management

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October 15, 2018

Witches in Season – Manic Monday’s 3-Way Prompt

By Kat Myrman

witch

Witches in Season

I look different…
it’s so strange
must be the season
yeah, must be
do you think me strange?
every witch must be…
must be, you think
I got to pick up running
the season of the witch
must be the look I look

`kat

Another blackout poem for Manic Monday’s Three-Way Prompt: Photo: above/Word: Witch/Song: Season of the Witch by Donovan (below).

Season of the Witch by Donovan

When I look out my window
Many sights to see
And when I look in my window
So many different people to be
That it’s strange, so strange

You’ve got to pick up every stitch
You’ve got to pick up every stitch
You’ve got to pick up every stitch
Mmm, must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch, yeah
Must be the season of the witch

When I look over my shoulder
What do you think I see?
Some other cat looking over
His shoulder at me
And he’s strange, very very very strange

You’ve got to pick up every stitch
You’ve got to pick up every stitch
Beatniks are out to make it rich
Oh no, must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch, yeah
Must be the season of the witch

You’ve got to pick up every stitch
The rabbits running in the ditch
Beatniks are out to make it rich
Oh no must be the season
Oh no, must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch

When I look out my window
What do you think I see?
And when I look in my window
So many different people to be
It’s strange, sure is strange
You’ve got to pick up every stitch
You’ve got to pick up every stitch
The rabbits running in the ditch
Oh no, must be the season
Oh no, must be the season
Oh no, must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch, yeah
Must be the season of the witch
When I look, when I look

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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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November 10, 2017

Drain The Swamp

By Kat Myrman

‘And he saw how the reeds grew dark
At the coming of night-tide,’  W.B. Yeats

Drain the Swamp

a congress of reeds congregates in the shadows
corrupted, its oil glutted rodomont brims,
impassable moat churning pristine and brackish
host to edge dwellers too fearful to swim

as murky gray fog settles round its foundation
turbidity swirls, fire tangoing with ice
the tide ebbs disturbing its frail underpinning
sweeping them into all manner of vice

this haven for hoards of crude middling beasties
conceals crawling shape-shifters, long-legged fowl
slimy, amphibious, hideous predators
hiding sub-surface, always on the prowl

~kat

Today’s Prompt Verse for Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats – Day Ten Poetry Challenge is from Yeats’ poem, ‘The Host of the Air.’ I resisted looking up the poem this time, before writing my own, because I wanted to focus entirely on the words of the verse. At first glance I imagined sunset rouged, tidal wetlands, with tall sea wheat and cattails; the day surrendering to evening. But when I looked up the word ‘reed’  I discovered it has a myriad of possible definitions; one in particular that caught me eye...from Webster: a person without strength of character. Oh…it went on…doorman, jellyfish, namby-pamby, pushover, weakling, wimp, coward, milquetoast, mouse, nebbish, nervous Nellie (or nervous Nelly), pussy [slang], wuss (also wussy) sheep. Not the idyllic scene I first imagined, but hey…I went with it, with a melding of the two. With so many reeds to inspire me on the world stage these days, how could I resist?!

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