loquacious
quibblers are fluent
nigglers who
will nitpick
vociferously…it’s best
to listen and nod
~kat
A Shadorma for Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge – Synonyms Only – Poet’s choice. For my words I chose Dictionary.com’s most recent words of the day: Pettifog – quibble, niggle, nitpick & Voluble – loquacious, fluent, vociferous. I couldn’t resist packing all these beautiful words into one outrageous poem.
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’sa 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 windcuts 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 whenthe 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
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