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Jul 2013 Jack Piatt

Portrait of a milk carton as a young adult

Jul 2013 Jack Piatt

Ugo

Portrait of a milk carton as a young adult

Sag my corpse
in 32 degree weather
through the city of God
where paraplegics dream of running.
“Oh Rhodesian mercenary,”
humble my soul again
like in C(hi)(ca)ongo.
But remember
The revolution starts
on my mama’s bed
at half past six.

So excuse me while I smoke my drink like a Brooklyn Leftist from the 40’s tramples
burning cigarettes on cold pavements where codeine and Sprite
make any Tuesday fabulous because we already suffered from (and for) the goods of mankind.
But before you read me the history of Hatchepsut;
I learned the art of man within the confines of FCC regulations after my ‘Pa threw ******* out the window and made life in the cell not mundane by telephoning philosophical-entendres
that tomorrow never happened.

He too was from the blood of the ancestors whose bodies were charred on as goods—
whose children now char their bodies with the goods of the goddess of Victory—
the official trademark for the lost Exodus—the blood and blue moribund—
sagging pyrrhic victories in 32 degree weather as homage to their charred ghost (fore)fathers
who preyed to the city of God for bread

Jul 2013 Jack Piatt

Wishing Well

Jul 2013 Jack Piatt

st64

Wishing Well

If the wishing well is broken
Don't throw your coins at the sky

Don't throw them ugly stones at me (x4)

1.
Every day you see a pretty eye
And now you're thinking all kinds of things
Till you find yourself at hell's door.....yourself at hell's door
And nobody knows of your hard journey.

2.
You're keen to bear this necklace of pain
Don't be such a martyr, my love
You see just roses without thorns.....just thorns without thorns
Well, Lady Fortune's not quite available, oh she's not there!

If the wishing well is broken
Don't throw your coins at the sky

3.
Old woman, bent double in shawl
Hobbling all her painful life
On her quest to be at the wishing well
Only to find she's not a guest there, her coin's too old.

4.
You point me to a blank wall
So I have to find a hole to crawl through
To escape the loneliness, the labels and taunts
Well, baby..don't you know that I'm already on my knees
Already begging please....!

So, if the wishing well is broken
Don't throw your coins at the sky.

S T, 5 Avril 2013

Capo on 5.

So, when the hand of age touches the brow and shapes start going....awry....what happens to dedication?

How often do we see ageing family members (aunts, uncles, grandparents) almost 'silenced' by younger generations (kids and grand kids)....?

:-/

"Oh, don't mind him, he's going deaf."

"Whaaaaat, granny? I can't HEAR you!"

"Do I have to take in granny's tea, Mom? Can't Jenny do it? Granny talks so much and she mumbles to herself...."

"Oh, darling ...why do WE have to look after your parents...you've got many siblings....plus, they're so finicky and have demanding habits....plus.....( )....."

:-/

Then, when the heavy hand of technology is foisted so upon our beings, how do we expect them to still keep up with all-a that....lol
Talk about demands....!

Their 'rambles' can offer so much in the way of wisdom and grace, if we but took just a little time (and patience) to sift through.....

Not all of this piece deals with said sad element, of course.

Nearly everything I do....has a twist of SOME kind in it....so, look out for it, if ye dare :)

Ha!

Chillax on max smiles, pax-style!

:)

Jul 2013 Jack Piatt

Break up on a rainy day (11 words)

Jul 2013 Jack Piatt

st64

Break up on a rainy day (11 words)

Let floodgates open wide
Heaven's gate ajar
Blind to your tears.

.........
.....
...
.

S T, 12 April 2013

Just love the rain, such a season
Now....smile, whatever the reason.

:)

Jul 2013 Jack Piatt

kismet-bird

Jul 2013 Jack Piatt

st64

kismet-bird

it will be, you know

1.
small bird
shivering

kind hand
covering

warmth
spreading

destined
for life

2.
her well-trained cats
at the door
         ants *always spared (!)
         on sill
         with sugared saucer
poultry in the yard
collecting deep-yolked eggs
         making gooseberry jam
and sweet, strong tea
with hot milk
just for me

she taught me inner grace
and the real meaning
of quietness
        just birds chattering away
        whistling wondrous
        in fig trees
laden with heavy fruit
awaiting her deft hands

how I loved her so

accounting exams
interrupted
in sixth grade
sorry
she's gone, dear
dumbstruck silence
          they ask
          why I'm not crying?

3.
kismet peeps in
to embrace you
and kiss your brow

you try to sidestep
and stub a toe
knock your head

in the end:
full-circle prayer

que sera...sera

S T, 28 June 2013

special soul ...M M S

'recycling hope'

right about now
I really need you so

your candour and
protective love

bird flying
recycling hope

Jul 2013 Jack Piatt

fixed

Jul 2013 Jack Piatt

st64

fixed

just the eyes of a child
fixed
seeking its place
in a meadow
of flowers
fixed on the horizon
out to sea

steep climb
yet I want to sit in that storm with you
in the eye of it all

sitting with Mimi-meouw and biscottis
and mind .... so far away...

the heart
one more line
closer to the sky

S T, 30 June 2013

Ha... 'tis a beautiful Sunday....is it not :)

Despite the cooler climes....the sun shines yet for....all.

(Am enjoying Bowie at present and his outrageously cool outfits....really love this innovative song!
Performed it last night - smashing feeling :)
Only wished my courage matched his avant-garde presence! lol

Sub-entry: “Space Oddity” - David Bowie

Ground control to major Tom
Ground control to major Tom
Take your protein pills and put your helmet on..

Now it's time to leave the capsule .... if you dare

.. I'm stepping through the door
And I'm floating in a most peculiar way
And the stars look very different today

Here am I sitting in a tin can far above the world
Planet Earth is blue and there's nothing I can do

Though I'm past one hundred thousand miles, I'm feeling very still
And I think my spaceship knows which way to go

.....your circuit's dead, there's something wrong
Can you hear me...........
Can you...
Here am I sitting in my tin can far above the Moon
Planet Earth is blue and there's nothing I can do

www.youtube.com/watch?v=uhSYbRiYwTY‎

Jul 2013 Jack Piatt

How We Come By Wisdom

Jul 2013 Jack Piatt

Third Eye Candy

How We Come By Wisdom

Doubt may serve the quiet one
who reads the deepest tomes
that languish in the hallowed halls
where learned men are known
the one without a master
may seek mastery, of the self -
scanning ancient leather bindings
brooding darksome
on the shelves.
He may comb the beach for pearls
and **** the oysters in the sea
or dive beneath the tide
to pry them open
with his teeth.
he may doubtless have to surface
from his labors in the deep
with nothing more than silt
as fine as motes of dust
to keep.
or treasures that contain the whole
his grain of doubt
conceived -
as lesser to the sum he knew
but now he cannot
see.

This one may surpass us all
and leave us to the beach.

Or scrawl the sort of question
that an answer
only dreamed.

Jul 2013 Jack Piatt

Ocean Child

Jul 2013 Jack Piatt

Seán Mac Falls

Ocean Child

She rides the chanting waves
At the seas horizon,
In fires of star sheen and moon shine,
Sweet Niamh of the golden hair, and aqua eyes,

Princess of the green sea turtles,
Of the coral sea grottos,
Anemone naves and kelpie skins,
Trailing the rainbow schools of the whirling fin,

The whole twining ocean globe of blue is swooning
Under the milky waving skies and unfathoming deeps,
Her laughter lighting the unremembered bottom of the seas.

In Irish mythology, Niamh ( "bright" or "radiant". Niav, Neve, Neave, Neeve and Nieve ) was a goddess, the daughter of the god of the sea ( Manannán mac Lir ) and one of the queens of Tír na nÓg, the land of eternal youth. She was the lover of the poet-hero Oisín.

Jul 2013 Jack Piatt

Theia

Jul 2013 Jack Piatt

dj

Theia

A dinosaur colluding with the stars
to bring about his own extinction

In the cloud forest worlds of our ancient oxygen pasts

Meteoroid majorette's & atomic attractors
On bended knee praying:

"Oh Heavens, please,
Oh Cosmos,
Please,
Take Us home to Him."

nearly titled this "Leviticus"

Jul 2013 Jack Piatt

Tag

Jul 2013 Jack Piatt

Christy Pavoncello

Tag

The words I desire evade my grasp
Flitting about beneath my fingers
Dodging what I thought would be a sure catch.
A child-like frustration grows within me,
Playing tag with these teasing lyrics,
Chasing them until I grow tired,
Giving up when I want only to say,
"You're it"