The Blatherskite
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.
we are the
essence of longing,
fragile hearts,
trembling,
for hints that we are worthy
of love’s ecstasy
~kat
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
The Word is Construct
constructing a wall
is the construct of madness
no way constructive
~kat
A Haiku fo Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC).
https://fivedotoh.com/2019/02/07/fowc-with-fandango-construct/
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
like mercury colliding... 