it’s between the lines, the truest words dwell
skimmers who riffle miss the fine print,
the loveliest thoughts are not ink
blots on pages, the writer’s
exquisite intention,
is deciphered by
those who peruse
with their heart
and their
soul
~kat
A Reverse Etheree for Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge, Synonyms Only for this week’s prompt words: pleasant, fine, lovely, exquisite, and read, decipher, peruse, skim, riffle.
Gone With the Reaper
all have gone…
fear the reaper
they’re gone
men and women
everyday…
my love is gone
she had no fear
she ran to him,
started to fly,
looked backward,
said goodbye,
she had taken
his hand…
the reaper
~kat
For Manic Monday’s 3-Way Prompt: Photo: Above/Word: Reaper/Song (Don’t Fear) The Reaper by Blue Oyster Cult (See blacked out text below)
(Don’t Fear) The Reaper
Blue Öyster Cult
All our times have come
Here but now they’re gone
Seasons don’t fear the reaper
Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain, we can be like they are
Come on baby, don’t fear the reaper
Baby take my hand, don’t fear the reaper
We’ll be able to fly, don’t fear the reaper
Baby I’m your man
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
Valentine is done
Here but now they’re gone
Romeo and Juliet
Are together in eternity, Romeo and Juliet
40, 000 men and women everyday, Like Romeo and Juliet
40, 000 men and women everyday, Redefine happiness
Another 40, 000 coming everyday, We can be like they are
Come on baby, don’t fear the reaper
Baby take my hand, don’t fear the reaper
We’ll be able to fly, don’t fear the reaper
Baby I’m your man
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
Love of two is one
Here but now they’re gone
Came the last night of sadness
And it was clear she couldn’t go on
Then the door was open and the wind appeared
The candles blew then disappeared
The curtains flew then he appeared, saying don’t be afraid
Come on baby, and she had no fear
And she ran to him, then they started to fly
They looked backward and said goodbye, she had become like they are
She had taken his hand, she had become like they are
Come on baby, don’t fear the reaper
Songwriters: Donald Roeser
(Don’t Fear) The Reaper lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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
drivel
wordsmiths,
pecksniffian
polyglots who bang out
drivel otiosely credit
the muse
~kat
A cinquain for Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge Synonyms Only. Prompt words: Ghost: wordsmith, polyglot, bang out, and Hollow: Pecksniffian, scratch.
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
