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Jul 2013 Jack Piatt

Hayley Neininger

I think some days
I am not wholly me
I am solely my own, I know
but some days I feel like only half of who I am
its not like the other half of me is missing
I know fully where, if I were to split,
where the other half would surely go
it would go with you
and while I am sitting or writing or
doing nothing of particular importance
a part of me would be carried with you
if you knew it or not
I would fold the extra half of my being
into the creases of your pant leg
the underside of your tie clip
or the heels of your feet
so that with every movement your body makes
I could make it too and then at least half of me
could dance with you.
and if there is ever a day when I feel
a little heavier than my whole I'll know
that half of you yearned to dance with me
some days too.

Jul 2013 Jack Piatt

Life in a death dance.

Jul 2013 Jack Piatt

K Balachandran

Life in a death dance.

Eyes of the matador were moving daggers, swift,
pinning bull down, they order surrender.
In a twist, breaking free, the bull evades his eyes
and snort, "Now it's your turn, let's see how you escape"

Jul 2013 Jack Piatt

Before the Bard Dies

Jul 2013 Jack Piatt

Pradip Chattopadhyay

Before the Bard Dies

It’s time you turn the machine off, it’s time,
Before the bard in you flies away
With the last melodious rhyme.
For too long your eyes are fixed on the screen
Living in a virtual world forgetting your kin
While you looked away, the rainbow came and went
The flower bloomed and withered
You never got her scent.
The clouds gathered on you for your glance
Then wilted, you frittered away the chance,
Every bit of nature on your door knocks
To find you lost in the rectangular box,
Switch it off, turn your eyes
Before the bard in you forever dies!

Jul 2013 Jack Piatt

Sweet havoc

Jul 2013 Jack Piatt

Anderson M

Sweet havoc

A soul suspended in an intricate matrix
Of unprecedented circumstance
Buoyed by a feeling of immense ecstasy
And a cocktail of other mixed emotions
Experiences the gripping embrace
Of nostalgia.
Scenes regurgitated from the remotest part of
The brain get intertwined with a beleaguered consciousness
Relish and distaste merged into one
Them memories…emotional souvenirs of a tumultuous past
Recollection of the past is indeed bittersweet
After all isn’t it
*A frantic chase after the wind

** a happy pessimist's...**nutshell** view of a certain facet of life

Jul 2013 Jack Piatt

Unrequited Love

Jul 2013 Jack Piatt

Anderson M

Unrequited Love

This phenomenon does indeed
Circumvent logic and render the cliché
‘LOVE IS BLIND”….a defunct concept
Almost alien in societies replete with
People savouring the blows
Of emotional tug of wars.
It’s a thorn in the flesh…..
An enigma that’s so audacious
It dares defy the very essence of the human existence
Which undoubtedly is Human intellect
It surely does wreak sweet havoc
And leave in its wake
Irreversible destruction
Care not to be featured in its myriad “conquests

random reflections of a seemingly disgruntled soul

Jul 2013 Jack Piatt

My Utopia

Jul 2013 Jack Piatt

Anderson M

My Utopia

Grandiose and lofty it may seem
Nevertheless it’s a thought that captures
A dream I consider supreme
It triggers a spontaneous feeling of rapture
Whenever it crosses my mind.
It’s that a lawless society is an empowered society
The premise being that life is kind
Lending credence to society imposed piety.
As succinct as it is,
It sums up my simple idiosyncrasy as me
It’ll be a paradigm shift that’ll put my mind at ease
And fill my heart with glee.

The existing realities are grim
Stupefying for lack of a better word.

Andy Bryn.

Jul 2013 Jack Piatt

Some of my best friends are.....

Jul 2013 Jack Piatt

st64

Some of my best friends are.....

Some of my best friends are
The tiny grey cells in my head
For, without these tireless givers
I should sorely want*.....

For I've had.....

The power to recognise the nurturer
Who saved me countless times
Who sewed my confidence at valedictory
Gratitude to Mother...granting me first wings.

The help of a few friends with proffered lifts
Not many, but enough to light the way
Takes but one spark to lead the lost
Cannot discount the value of true goodwill.

The sweet taste of that first, deep love
Who showed the path to discovered delights
Easy mem'ries...looking back, but ****** ahead
Sighs painted on the ceiling in dreamy webs.

The awkward trip down that rabbit hole
Blue lady hanging pretty in the corner
Flies trapped flimsy, on some terylene
Many padlocks loom....to get gasping to you!

The chance to slough off onerous habits
Dive wholehearted into the universe's sea
Gaps to kickstart joy and spearhead cheer
Mentors pass the torch and believe in me!

Yes, some of my best friends are NOT seen
Most reliably spun inside this osseous shell
They answer things and help me find my truth
Thank heavens....selfless amity equals mercy.

S T, 29 June

oh, just a real silly ramble, is all....forgive me.
but without our minds, we really are useless.

swell day to y'all :)

we're making mem'ries here, can ye see? lol

sub-entry: "I remember you" by F. Ifield

I remember you-ooh
You're the one who made my dreams come true
A few kisses ago

I remember you-ooh
You're the one who said "I love you, too"
Yes, I do, didn'tcha know?

I remember, too, a distant bell and stars that fell
Like the rain out of the blue-ooh-ooh-ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo

When my life is through
And the angels ask me to recall
The thrill of it all
Then I will tell them I remember you-ooh

I remember, too, a distant bell and stars that fell
Just like the rain out of the blue-ooh-ooh-ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo

When my life is through
And the angels ask me to recall
The thrill of it all
Then I will tell them I remember, tell them I remember
Tell them I remember you.

www.youtube.com/watch?v=zIZ4ICzr5_Y

enjoy!

Jul 2013 Jack Piatt

In My Minds Eye

Jul 2013 Jack Piatt

Irving MacPherson

In My Minds Eye

I look to the past
and I am reminded
of how my father
abused his lungs
for a buck and twenty years.

The only thing he has to show for it
is a small pension, a Seiko watch
and an oxygen tank.

At 84 his mind is keen
but he can't even water the flowers
without losing his breath.

Every year that passes
he says it's going to be his last.
He just sent me his engraved watch
telling me it's a keepsake.

When the dealer has dealt
his last hand, I want to be there,
like it was when I was a kid
and I didn't even know what
'pour me *******' meant.

All he says to me now is
"don't hang your head in shame,
hold your head high
when you come face to face
with your maker".

© 2012

All Rights Reserved.

Jul 2013 Jack Piatt

What gentle ministry

Jul 2013 Jack Piatt

st64

What gentle ministry

walk with me, oh sweet soul
oh please, walk with me

walk with me upon this path betwixt dale and brook
you are goddess of the moon, healing night creatures
feel the rustling breeze whisper hopeful prayers to us
don’t condemn your thoughts and feelings, for they guide.

This time, curiosity can be a blessing
Seek not excitement of the night
Yet wait not forever for a life to come
When you have it *right now; live it well.

Emotions are sometimes borne of selfish needs
Thus, succumbing to easy judgment.... may lead to pain
And not only to yourself, oh no!
Its force can touch your whole being.

Get up thus and walk with me, sweet soul
Get fresh air into your lungs
Lie on beachsand, fully stretched, in clothes
Feel the living sun give to you, selfless.

Encourage not phantoms of ill desire
Place not your heart so precarious
Reach inside, extend a hand
For what seems cursed or bland..may well be ~ your very own blessing.

Oh, what gentle ministry gives she...goddess of the moon..to a needy soul

S T, 30 June 2013

written in 2010.

"oh Lord, it's hard to be humble"

read that line somewhere, just forget where now....

hope that Moon-Goddess pops by sometime....soon :)

sub-entry: 'tides'll turn...tides'll turn'

when we least expect
but most need.

wait for it...
tides'll turn....tides'll turn.