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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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September 10, 2018

Stoic – Manic Mondays

By Kat Myrman

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Stoic

i’d like to believe this will pass
all the stones are building a wall
we could reconcile the past
resurrect those bridges with
ancient stone, bring down the
cumbersome…too heavy, too
black, too wrong, too poor,
wanting, wanting more,
the bitter balance between
worlds…life has become too
white, too right, too rich, more
bitter…cumbersome…
life has become cumbersome
~kat

A Blackout Poem for Manic Monday’s Three-Way Challenge: Photo (above); Word: Stoic; Song: Cumbersome by Seven Mary Three (lyrics below with selected text in bold).

Cumbersome by Seven Mary Three
Lyrics (selected text for Blackout Poem in BOLD)

She calls me Goliath and I wear the David mask
I guess the stones are coming too fast for her now
You know I’d like to believe this nervousness will pass
All the stones that are thrown are building up a wall

I have become cumbersome to this world
I have become cumbersome to my girl

I’d like to believe we could reconcile the past
Resurrect those bridges with an ancient glance
But my old stone face can’t seem to bring her down
She remembers bridges, burns them to the ground

I have become cumbersome to this world
I have become cumbersome to my girl

Too heavy too light, too black or too white, too wrong or too right, today or
Tonight
Cumbersome
Too rich or too poor, she’s wanting me less and I’m wanting her more
The bitter taste is cumbersome

There is a balance between two worlds
One with an arrow and a cross
Regardless of the balance life has become
Cumbersome

Too heavy too light, too black or too white, too wrong or too right, today or
Tonight
Cumbersome
Too rich or too poor, she’s wanting me less and I’m wanting her more
The bitter taste is cumbersome

No, yeah I know now, know
Know now, know yeah
Your life has become cumbersome

Songwriters: Jason Knowles Pollock / Jason Lawrence Ross
Cumbersome lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management

 

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September 9, 2018

Autumn Whisper

By Kat Myrman

i know one thing
the crystal moon
of autumn, the fire,
the ash, everything
that exists, aromas,
light, metals, stop me
little by little, suddenly
the wind passes through
me, at the heart, where
i remember each hour,
sweetness, each day,
love repeated, nothing
is forgotten, love feeds
on love, beloved,
as long as it will

~kat

A Black Out poem for this weeks Sunday Writing Prompt inspired by the song “If You Forget Me” by Pablo Neruda, (full lyrics with Blacked Out words in bold text below) by Mind, Love Misery’s Menagerie.

If You Forget Me

By Pablo Neruda

I want you to know

one thing.

You know how this is:

if I look

at the crystal moon, at the red branch

of the slow autumn at my window,

if I touch

near the fire

the impalpable ash

or the wrinkled body of the log,

everything carries me to you,

as if everything that exists,

aromas, light, metals,

were little boats

that sail

toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,

if little by little you stop loving me

I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly

you forget me

do not look for me,

for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,

the wind of banners

that passes through my life,

and you decide

to leave me at the shore

of the heart where I have roots,

remember

that on that day,

at that hour,

I shall lift my arms

and my roots will set off

to seek another land.

But

if each day,

each hour,

you feel that you are destined for me

with implacable sweetness,

if each day a flower

climbs up to your lips to seek me,

ah my love, ah my own,

in me all that fire is repeated,

in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten, my love feeds on your love, beloved,

and as long as you live it will be in your arms

without leaving mine.

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September 3, 2018

Manic Monday – Departed

By Kat Myrman

MM3WDeparted

feel the air
the sun shining
never forget
wonder…dream…
remember, but
don’t look back
those days are gone
just let ‘em go
and be strong
you can be strong

~kat

A Black Out Poem for Manic Monday’s Three-Way Challenge: Word Prompt: Departed, Photo: (above) and Song: The Boys of Summer by Don Henley (lyrics with words bolded).

The Boys of Summer
Don Henley

Nobody on the road,
Nobody on the beach
I feel it in the air
The summer’s out of reach
Empty lake, empty streets
The sun goes down alone
I’m driving by your house
Don’t know you’re not home
But I can see you
Your brown skin shining in the sun
You got your hair combed back
And your sunglasses on, baby
I can tell you my love for you will still be strong
After the boys of summer have gone
I never will forget those nights
I wonder if it was a dream
Remember how you made me crazy
Remember how I made you scream
I don’t understand what happened to our love
But, baby, I’m gonna get you back
I’m gonna show you what I’m made of
I can see you,
Your brown skin shining in the sun
I see you walking real slow
And you’re smiling at everyone
And I can tell you my love for you will still be strong
After the boys of summer have gone
Out on the road today I saw a Deadhead sticker on a Cadillac
A little voice inside my head said
Don’t look back, you can never look back
I thought I knew what love was
What did I know?
Those days are gone forever
I should just let ’em go, but
I can see you,
Your brown skin shining in the sun
You got that top pulled down,
And that radio on, baby
And I can tell you my love for you will still be strong,
After the boys of summer have gone
I can see you,
Your brown skin shining in the sun
You got that hair slicked back,
And those Wayfarers on, baby
And I can tell you my love for you will still be strong
After the boys of summer have gone

Songwriters: Don Henley / Michael W. Campbell

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