Jan
28
2008
Stagnating in a cesspool of desolation
The gravy texture clings whilst insect
larvae hatches in-situ surrounds of habitat …
the regulation of homeostasis principles
fighting back from irregular control.
Wind movements scent putrid air
out of touch to unknown horizons.
Effluent seeps at corrosive edges
worn barren by trampled herbivore
grazing and footsteps of human
occupancy… rates of trophic state
undergo relational effect of changes;
light, water, temperature and nutrient
factors determine my health. I want to
flourish and breath oxygen again
in need of balance redirect to my life.
Copyright Deana Platt 21/1/08
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Jan
28
2008
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(* God made me from within you / Conjured up sin and forgiveness too)
Me Mum…
Is kinda always there
Yet I’ve often neglected her
Or moaned ‘unfair’
But when she was dying and
I wanted to back-track
The cancer was faster –
Never hesitated to slack.
As a parent myself
I understood her core
A heartfelt wish –
I could not ignore
She prayed for world peace
And none the least
For her family not to argue –
As if on cue –
Her instincts knew
How hard this would be
To honour as true…
She watched her children together –
Tightly knitted and drawn
Priceless no matter what the weather
To see in-house fighting it did appal
Yet life dictates of viewpoints and morals
Shapes our future of historical
episodes and new tomorrows
Our images – our nature
Fuse together Just as Kismet was Jill’s middle name
Fate or fortune
Both unravelled
Over roads we sometimes travelled
Compressed imprints shaped over
Choices and matter
Flickers of stories and
here we now gather
Did Sea World happen?
Who was favourite child?
Allegedly, Mum would never confirm…
We all have our memories,
We all had our turns
But for me…
Me Mum.. will kinda always be there
Copyright Deana Platt 3 January 2008
Emancipation Planz
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28
2008
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God made me from within you
Conjured up sin and forgiveness too
You watched me grow, laugh and play
I’ve watched you do the same
I’ve seen you work and toil and sleep
I’ve even seen you cry.
I remember sitting in church one day
Looked around, there were tears in your eyes.
I lay in bed one night as well
I heard you cry and seek compassion in a friend.
I wanted so much to come to you
Cause I was young I needed you
When I left home your face read pain
Mine did too and I’m sorry of what came.
I really find it hard to talk
But can write my emotions sought
I’m not liaring so please believe what’s here
Please believe I really do care
I don’t know you, knowing me
But my love is still there
How ’bout you?
Love Deana May 1982
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Jan
28
2008
Is it grief?
when your bent to a crease
from a throw-up posture
that’s retched in disease
Perhaps it’s anger strum
on a metallic fender
where palpitations burst
each heart-beat rendered
Strap tighter rejection
as it flaps on the side
it’s a bag to be carried
not hidden nor disguised
Where do you hang laughter
designer born of fine crafters
then somersault three-sixty
over-love-locked disaster
Now I’m awakened from
a deep depression in bed
to slip on bathed colours
of eternal hope fashioned
for twenty-four hours ahead.
Copyright Deana Platt 1/17/08
Emancipation Planz
Jan
28
2008
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Environmental choices
Carbon exhaled voices
Them next-door…
over the fence war
Trees to screen
versus
chainsaw dreams
carbon sink
violations stink
of hollow ground
over sacred astound
Ciliated flagellations
Noted deliberations
Laden altercations
Hypnotic incantations
Non-notified consents
Lead to incidental resents
and damming consequence
which bleed to
depleted nations despite
Environ-courted abatements
of precedent ruled celebration.
Copyright Deana Platt 2007
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