PPP Ezine: Poetrypoeticspleasure Ezine Volume 3; Issue 1; January 2019

Poet of the Month: James G Piatt

Windows of Dreams by Mary Bone

Pyre by David Estringel

Crème Brûlée by Jack M. Freedman

Healing by Eduard Schmidt-Zorner

Exiled by Sunil Sharma

Old by Noelle Kukenas

Fits in Nicely by Patricia Walsh

I’m Just Trying To Be Comfortable by Eric Golden

Poetry by Lynn Long




Poet of the Month: James G Piatt


Time & Memories



Time is fading away inside clocks, which


Count the passing of countless hours in


Rusting minutes. The enigmatic


Shadows of the vanishing past intrude


Into memories as time hidden inside


Obscurity continually ticks away into






The conscious journey of life ends in the


Scarlet seconds of wordless flight, but


Time continues forever. When the


Ocean’s waves of ephemeral moments


Pass over our graves of earth and


Wood, and our lifeless flesh remembers


Not, time still exists for those with future


Dreams and golden memories,




As countless seasons come and go, and


Precious hours have long departed this


Life of mine, and as luminescent clouds


Wander freely over my marble


Tombstone, someone may still have


Memories of me, and will visit my


Tombstone in the early hours of a foggy






Yearning for Summer




As clouds gather, I find


There is little to remember


As rain washes away


Memories, and builds


Upon darkness. I move


About the grayness


Without exactness, frozen


Thoughts bend images in


My mind. Puddles in the


Muddy rutted country road


Reflect things to be


Learned about winter


Winds, and moisture.


Barren trees with boughs


Searching for sky watch


For a sense of sun in the


Quivering silence of the


Day’s frozen hours, and I


Yearn for summer’s heat


To warm my weary bones.




The Lost






Scattered among the corroded


Debris of ruins and


Lost dreams


Are shattered


Hopes of a


Thousand traumatized souls.






Caused by the spewing of hate filled


Bullets and bombs


Onto burning sand,


Covered the last hopes


Of those who have, nothing left


Except, their souls:






Trudge helplessly


On jagged blood laced paths


And, crimson tinted sand,


Away from devastated homes


To anywhere,


Even death’s door:




The weary refugees continue


Running, running, running


To escape the tyranny of a


Despot, and


The blades of extreme


Insane Ideologists




Dr. Piatt’s poetry collections include “The Silent Pond,” “Ancient Rhythms,” and “Light.” His poem “Teach Me,” was the poem of the year at Long Story Short, and many of his poems have been featured as ‘poems of the month’ in numerous magazines, including Poetry Poetics Pleasure.  Several of his poems were nominated for both Pushcart, and Best of Web awards. He has published over 1130 poems.  He earned his BS and MA from California State Polytechnic University, and his doctorate from BYU.






Windows of Dreams by Mary Bone


A beautiful mind meditates,


Waterfalls are cascading


In a myriad of colors.


Watercolors fragment


Into exploded color.


Brushstrokes splash paint


With scenic views that my mind sees-


Illuminating brightness,


With thought and memory.


There is gold horizons and misty mountains.


Such truth of beauty,


I can’t put on paper.



Mary Bone has been writing poetry since the age of twelve. Her poems have been published at Kritya, Poetry Pacific, The Oklahoma Today Magazine, Spillwords and forthcoming poetry from Digging Through The Fat/Digging, January 25th online issue. Some recent published poetry can be found at, ”The Song Is,” Blogspot online.  



Pyre by David Estringel



Let hungry flames lick.


Devour this flesh that binds


and let me be free.





David Estringel is an avid reader, poet, and writer of fiction, creative non-fiction, & essays. His work has been accepted and/or published by Specter Magazine, Literary Juice, Foliate Oak Magazine, Indiana Review, Terror House Magazine, Expat Press, 50 Haikus, littledeathlit, Down in the Dirt Magazine, Route 7, Setu Bilingual Journal, Paper Trains, The Elixir Magazine, Soft Cartel, and The Good Men Project. He is currently a Contributing Editor (fiction) at Red Fez, editor/columnist at The Good Men Project, and an editor/writer at The Elixir Magazine. David Estringel can be found on Twitter (@The_Booky_Man) and his blog “The Booky Man” at thebookyman.wordpress.com.




Crème Brûlée by Jack M. Freedman


Thin veil of sugar covering the gold within

          this soul.

Crystals solidified and etched with fire

          upon the surface of this heart

Dare to crack the surface of this top layer

          of treasure?

Find the wealth within and know this

          facade is temporary.

Chances are there are one or more

          tongues left to arouse.

Embodiment of mirth realized through

          long lingual spasms

Birth of dessert which always wants to

          touch a lover’s lips.

Wholeness of dairy and the code

          embedded within a tongue.

Abundance in a shallow dish holding the

          depths of kindness and sincerity.  .



Jack M. Freedman is a poet of heart and of the modern cities.  



Healing by Eduard Schmidt-Zorner


I grew up amidst ruins,

remember a dead cat, exposed

on the debris pouring out of a

lonely porch of a destroyed house.

Destruction everywhere, also in my heart

I had no toys, no space to play,

refugees we were, displaced people.

In a box, I found two tiny wooden blocks,


And I found a thimble.

And a wooden mushroom,

which my mother used to darn the socks.

I placed the blocks on top of one another,

and added the thimble as turret,

gave the mushroom next to it

the order to stand straight

to serve as umbrella to keep me safe

in the house, which I constructed..



Eduard Schmidt-Zorner is an artist and a translator and writer of poetry and short stories. He is writing haibun and poetry in four languages: English, French, Spanish and German and holds workshops on Japanese and Chinese style poetry. He is a member of four writer groups in Ireland. He lives in County Kerry, Ireland, since more than 25 years and is a proud Irish citizen, born in Germany. He was published in 29 anthologies, literary journals and broadsheets in UK, Ireland and USA. Writes also under his pen name: Eadbhard McGowan.




Exiled by Sunil Sharma



The old bed


frayed sheet and blanket




the frail being


sotto voce




to an airy






A hand towel


vials, medicines, water




dentures and bifocals


on the


crowded table




near the yellow pillow


an old cell-phone 




the most cherished




in that small






created exclusively


in an urban home


for a dying


parent in a liberal


India chasing brands.



Sunil Sharma is Mumbai-based senior academic, critic, literary editor and author with 19 published books: Six collections of poetry; two of short fiction; one novel; a critical study of the novel, and, eight joint anthologies on prose, poetry and criticism, and, one joint poetry collection. He is a recipient of the UK-based Destiny Poets’ inaugural Poet of the Year award—2012. His poems were published in the prestigious UN project: Happiness: The Delight-Tree: An Anthology of Contemporary International Poetry, in the year 2015. Sunil edits the English section of the monthly bilingual journal Setu published from Pittsburgh, USA:  http://www.setumag.com/p/setu-home.html For more details, please visit the blog: http://www.drsunilsharma.blogspot.in/.



Old by Noelle Kukenas


“I look old,” said the woman, as she glanced in the mirror, trying to cover the wrinkles with make-up.


“You’re not old, Mama,” said the younger woman, “those lines represent all the times you have laughed and smiled.”




“I feel old,” said the woman, as she struggled to lift herself out of the chair.


“You’re not old, Grandma,” said the child, “you’re just tired after playing tag with me today – and you won!”




“I sound old,” said the woman, as her voice shook when she spoke.


“You’re not old, GG,” said the young teenager, “none of my friends’ great-grandparents know the lyrics to all the latest songs like you do!”




“I AM old!” exclaimed the woman, as she gazed at the candles blazing atop the cake in front of her.


“Yes! You are 100years old! Happy Birthday to you…” sang four generations of the woman’s family.




Noelle Kukenas began writing around the age of nine and continues to this day. She enjoyed working in several career fields, many which allowed her to contribute as a technical writer in some capacity. Her published works include a short story in Scraps To Scribes and poetry in Sisterhood 4: We Are Women. Recently retired from the nonprofit sector, Noelle enjoys spending her free time traveling with her husband, creating havoc with her grandchildren, and enjoying the California sunshine!



Fits in Nicely by Patricia Walsh


Grating at extremeties, like the sheer cold

Over winter blanketed, a part to play

Traitored, or otherwise, importance  to call

The basic ingredient is the willing heart.


Life-partners to the fore, smugly congregating

In enclosed spaces not for the rest of us.

Brusquely rebuffing attempts at conversation

About their situation, intrusive, thanks.


I remain a stand-alone, despite predictions

Of a collective over summer, look out or not

Several broken hearts liter the roadway

To an earlier heaven, fitting in nicely.


No problem with insanity, broadcast over coffee

Not in any company should these jokes be shared

Strictly smoking in confined spaces, to mockery

Counting in times it hits you in the face.


Concerned, perhaps?  Preserving acquaintance

For merriment alone, cussing the depressed.

Parallels with Ballymun hit the wrong spot

Reading comfort but kicked in the teeth.


Relaxing at its peak, reading the irrelevant

Taking notice of sorrow for once in a life

Conspicuous by absence, still overlooked

Gambolling from drink to drink a speciality.



Patricia Walsh was born and raised in the parish of Mourneabbey, Co Cork, Ireland.  To date, she has published one novel, titled The Quest for Lost Eire, in 2014, and has published one collection of poetry, titled Continuity Errors, with Lapwing Publications in 2010. She has since been published in a variety of print and online journals.  These include: The Lake; Seventh Quarry Press; Marble Journal; New Binary Press; Stanzas; Crossways; Ygdrasil; Seventh Quarry; The Fractured Nuance; Revival Magazine; Ink Sweat and Tears; Drunk Monkeys; Hesterglock Press; Linnet’s Wing, Narrator International, The Galway Review; Poethead and The Evening Echo.



I’m Just Trying To Be Comfortable by Eric Golden



I’m just trying to be comfortable in my own skin

At the same time looking for that companionship



Someone that completes me & looks out for my well being

Looks for the positives & through all the tough times they’re not leaving



The one who never cheats

That one who is never full of deceit



I’m trying to cope with being single & I’m not ready for commitment

But I’m ready to open up as much as I don’t want to admit it



One night stands aren’t cutting it & I’m looking for something deeper

Something more fulfilling, emotional & sweeter



The shining jewel in my crown

& that woman who is 10 toes down



A lot of women have caused me pain & grief

Some have stole my heart like a thief



But i need that special girl

Who can rotate my lonely world



Love is something I don’t take lightly

I just want someone to hold me down daily & nightly.




Eric was born in Omaha, Nebraska. He graduated from Boys Town high school and went on to get a degree in Social Work. He married at 19 but later got divorced and has raised two children alone. His love for music and arts has led him to his writing. Much of his poetry and writings come from experiences and love of life. He often adds humor to enlighten and has been writing for over 20 years.



Poetry by Lynn Long


Floating on a nebulous


Adrift in contemplation


Teetering at the precipice


I wander the constellations



Surfing celestial infinity


Riding waves of euphoria


Swimming in sublimity


No longer lost in moria



I’m chillin with the hatter


Sipping tea with honey


Where nothing really matters-


Unless you ask the bunny



Lynn Long is a poet, writer, aspiring novelist, as well as a daydreamer and firm believer in the impossible. She has been published in the following ezines, journals and online publications: Stanzaic Stylings, PPP Ezine, Antarctica Journal, Contributing artist at HitRECord.org and Scriggler.com.





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