Culture by Joe Lyons

Joe Lyons – one of our ‘virtual members’ – offers this response to our trigger ‘culture’

Culture by Joe Lyons

The cultured pearls around her neck had an iridescent gleam
The smile of pride upon her lips as she took in the scene
When the people who had gathered had the chance to take note
It was all she could do to suppress the thought, not to gloat

This, the main difference between the classes present
Sometimes it is the showing and just being pleasant
With the nature of the classes all you need is self-control
And to remember as in life you are always playing a role

 

Picture credit: http://poetrygroup2015exeter.blogspot.co.uk/2015/04/symbolism.html

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Definite? by Chris South

Chris’s second piece from triggers Confused – now definite.

Definite? by Chris South

How do I define myself

Am I definite and here

Is this me in the definitive?

It really isn’t clear!

I could be anyone or anything

And anywhere at all

It wasn’t made explicit

From what I can recall

Supposing that I am here

In this body and this mind

And not some other entity

Is this how I’m defined?

By the parameters of existence

Encased within this shell

Futile in its persistence

To embrace this living hell

When life by definition

Is complex and imprecise

That the slightest indecision

Could result in sacrifice

Of the definitely definite

Thing I claim to be

Until I fade into the infinite

And am no longer me!

 

Copyright(c)/C8-@/Frivolous Oblivion/Definite/25/10/2015

An Interview with Life by Steven Halinski

An Interview with Life

 

“What are your credentials?”

“I have none.”

“Are you all together?”

“No, I’m undone.”

 

“Where do you see yourself in five years?”

“Here, with these questions,

With still no answers, I fear.”

 

“What can you offer,

Anything at all?”

“Something, I think

But the chances are small.”

 

“What experience have you

That can be brought to the table?”

“I once burnt my house down

When I misread a label:

The label said: ‘flammable’

I thought it said ‘flame able’.”

 

“Oh…oh no, well at least you’re all right.”

“Oh I know, though the parrot had a fright.”

“Is it all right?”

“No, it choked it and croaked it by fire light.”

 

“Right…

 

…Any other failures

You’d like to share?

Maybe ones with less blood shed

If you’d care?”

 

“I shot myself in the foot

When I was aiming for my head

Only cos I forgot to look,

But I’m useless, like I said.”

 

“I’ll note that down,

That sounds like a skill,

Maybe a better aim next time

And you might make a kill.”

 

I nod in reply,

“That sounds like a plan,

I’m pale and frail

So then I’d have a red tan.”

 

“That’s the basis of the basics

Do you have anything to add?”

“Well, yes, I do…

And to say it

Makes me feel sad…

I know we’ve not always gotten on

I’m lazy and do things wrong

You probably see me as bad,

And want to get rid of me just as bad,

But I’m young.

I’ve been hurt many times –

Even though it’s hard to carry on a life

Like mine…I would still like to try…”

 

“Hmm, you’re not the usual sort,

I’ll give you that,

I’ve dealt with a lot of weirdos

And you still are that…

But a second chance is on the cards

For poor hands in the past have made it hard.

I’m letting you off for now

But I suggest the next time we meet

That you get off your arse and onto your feet!”

 

“Oh and one more thing,

Now that we’re friends –

Please, whatever you do…

Don’t get a parrot again.”

Sun by Angela O’Connor-Salinas

Sun by Angela O’Connor- Salinas

Up she rises early morn

Burning me with her glow

Embers of her fiesty fire

Scorch my gentle soul

Deep deeper deepest

 

Before you an enchanting warmth

Sei solare!

For I no such pleasurable vista

Her cruel radiance clouds my vision

Damp damper dampest

 

My drenched spirit sets