we
should not
concede what
we know to be
true, just to keep peace,
nor honor that which is
dishonorable, lest we
fall short of our best selves, instead
may we remember that agreeing
to disagree won’t do when truth’s at stake
~kat
An Etheree for Colleen Chesebro’s Weekly Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge, Prompt Words (Synonyms Only): Celebrate honor, remember and Number concede, agree.
I’m not listening. La, la, la!!!
~kat
This week’s Six Word Story Challenge is being hosted at Wonderwall.com. The prompt word is Censorship.
don’t expect too much
might be best to forget
I’ve changed, full of doubt
my heart may be lost
once, I did believe in love
swept off my feet, the wind
left me drowning in pain
it changed me
time has changed me
I don’t trust
it’s the price I pay for
my heart never to be found
~kat
Missed last week’s Manic Monday’s Three-Way Prompt. Had a hard time finding the lyrics to last week’s song. And you know how I love to do “found poetry”, aka blackout poetry with this prompt. At any rate, this week we have a photo (enhanced a bit by me) above, a word: Heart, and a song: “My Poor Old Heart”, written by Donna Hughes and performed by Alison Krauss & Union Station.
“My Poor Old Heart”
Don’t expect too much from my poor old heart,
You can blame me unforgiven for my scars,
you might just be the best that I can find,
but I can’t seem to forget the tears I’ve cried,
I don’t know that I will ever trust again,
it’s a price I must pay for all my sins,
Time has changed me and left me full of doubt,
and my heart may be lost never to be found,
Once upon a time I did believe,
in my true love that swept me off my feet,
the wind of change swept him away,
and left me drowning in my own pain
I don’t know that I will ever love again,
it‘s a price that I must pay for all my sins,
time has changed me and left me full of doubt,
and my heart may be lost never to be found,
I don’t know that I will ever love again,
it’s the price that I must pay for all my sins,
time has changed me and left me full of doubt,
I don’t know that I will ever trust again,
it’s the price I must pay for all my sins,
time has changed me and left me full of doubt,
and my heart may be lost never to be found.
I don’t know that I will ever trust again,
Writer(s): Donna Hughes
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
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