Jigsaw Puzzle
Why are there more people saying,
They do not understand what's going on?
When did a picture already painted,
By hints given to connect the dots...
And dried to hang on a wall for years,
Become a jigsaw puzzle?
Have they been standing too close to it?
Or stood too long to watch it collect dust?
And they can't define which pieces,
To separate from the image already made.
AND...
It depicts them clearly.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Still Uncertain
There are times in your life
When the puzzle pieces start to fit together
You think you understand
Can see part of the big picture
Unless
The picture changes
And something alters it
All together
There are times in your life
When you start to see
Dots forming lines
Lines coming together
Forming a picture
Unless
The picture changes
And something alters it
All together
Universes of understanding existing in
Bigger Universes
You knew the world was flat
Until
It wasn't
My understanding is so limited
I'm a slave to the comprehension of my experience
Of what I can understand
Unless
The understanding
Changes
Most of the time
It's a really strong 'maybe'
With the hope of a possibility
Some of the time
It's a definite 'no'
Though there may be hope
For a better clue
At
Times
It's tough
When all you have to go by
Is a really strong hunch
There are millions of times you...
Second
And
Third
Guess yourself
Feeling you have read too much into it
You have over analyzed it to death
Perhaps
You are just afraid of the answer
Assumptions and hunches will only get you so far
You find yourself staring at ink blots
Telling yourself you can see a picture
Forming a story
In your head..
Unless
Something
Alters it All together
So
Hints are dropped
Like morsels of bread
Trying to help you
In your lost travels
The problem lies
In recognizing them
It doesn't always happen
In a timely manner
So,
You think you understand
What you understand
What do you understand
Becomes the question
Certainty crumbles
Like sediment
As an earthquake of confusion hits you
And, now
You've thought too much
You've thought too long
So
Does that mean
The moment is over?
I'm left in a state of
Perpetual uncertainty
Hoping
One day
I'll put all the pieces of the puzzle together
The lines won't move
Ink blots will mean something
But for now
I'm left
Uncertain.
poem by Rabia Minhas
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Assigned And Commissioned
The picture,
On a canvas painted...
Depicts a specific image,
Much greater than that...
Than the stature presented,
By the creator who made it.
For purposes to solicit a public exhibit.
Certain people selected will be forgiven,
For misdeeds intended.
Since they have an ability to diffuse truth.
No matter how low,
They may stoop to deceive.
With a getting of a reprieve...
To contnue doing as they please.
However...
There is a placement unmistakable,
For others labelled too abstract.
And into custom fittings...
They are deceptively unmatched,
With a matted background...
Known and viewed by just a few,
To be inappropriate for the framing done.
The picture,
On the canvas painted...
Depicts a specific image,
Much greater than that...
Than the stature presented,
By the creator who made it.
For purposes to solicit a public exhibit.
But...
If the painter of a picture,
Is assigned and commissioned...
With a payment no one will turn down to refuse,
Who will not pocket and run...
With a job requested and satisfies when done.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To me acting is like a jigsaw puzzle. The jigsaw puzzle is of the sky and all the pieces are blue. Out of this you have to create a human being and put it together.
quote by Henry Winkler
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Jigsaw Puzzles
i am a piece of jigsaw
in a jigsaw puzzle
i fit snugly in the
bossoms of jigsaws
to carry my friends to you
i am blinded though
to the picture of it all
and is the puzzled
in the jigsaw that
you hold
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Look closer
You are angry
Slap me
Slap me harder
Lose your anger
You are sad
Cry
Cry the loudest
Do not mind me
You are violent
You are raging
Kill me
Shoot me
Stab me
Chop me
Into tiny pieces
After this violence
Collect the pieces
Connect the puzzling pieces
Get the image
Take a closer look
It is you
I am you
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Look closer: please do not forget
You are angry
Slap me
Slap me harder
Lose your anger
You are sad
Cry
Cry the loudest
Do not mind me
You are violent
You are raging
Kill me
Shoot me
Stab me
Chop me
Into tiny pieces
After this violence
Collect the pieces
Connect the puzzling pieces
Get the image
Take a closer look
It is you
I am you
please
do not
forget
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The realised soul
hidden in bits and pieces
it works like a jigsaw puzzle
you meet, you see, you go
from here, there without
knowing the real picture
until one day you suddenly
realise the proding at your heart
- waves that crest to leave a
smooth surface you could write
all your dreams
the ultimate jigsaw that helps
make a picture whole
a life wholesome
and as you leave the island
the wind teases and smiles
with you as if in celebration of
having found a good company
with a realised soul
the sky beckons with rich azure blue,
while from the sea golden fingers
in haste try to write out verses that rush
from your heart waves in quest of land
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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This Is The Picture
Excellent birds
Flying birds
Excellent birds
Watch them fly, there they go
Falling snow
Excellent snow
Here it comes. watch it fall
Long words
Excellent words
I can hear them now
This is the picture, this is the picture
This is the picture, this is the picture
Im sitting by the window
Watching the snow fall
Im looking out
And Im moving, turning in time
Catching up. moving in
Jump up! I can land on my feet. look out!
This is the picture, this is the picture
This is the picture, this is the picture
Looking out. watching out
When I see the future I close my eyes
I can see it now
I see pictures of people, rising up
Pictures of people, falling down
I see pictures of people
Theyre standing on their heads, theyre ready
Theyre looking out, look out!
Theyre watching out, watch out!
Theyre looking out, look out!
Theyre watching out, watch out!
I see pictures of people
I see pictures of people
song performed by by Peter Gabriel
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My Name Written On A Streamer
my name flies
letters in bold and colors waving like the sea
two names, appearing like twins
on a streamer as though welcoming
to the fold a big time politician
my name is just a name
like any other else's names
it is not me, of course,
i may call myself an angel
but my wings are broken
my other parts cut like a picture
of a jigsaw puzzle
one by one you must pick up
the cut pieces
you fit in there then you make
me whole again
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Mud Throwing Grudgeons
It is incredulous to me,
The number of people I had regarded...
As having some mental stability.
With an ability to connect dots...
And a fitting of pieces to put them together.
Find it safer to allow themselves to be dumbdowned.
I can accept being labelled ignorant.
Among other choice names I have been called.
I can accept having been told I live in my own world,
With a perspective on life that drips with cynicisms...
And sarcastic trimmings interpreted to faultfind.
I am a writer choosing to use that as my creative license.
However...
What excuses are left for people to make,
Not to see the forest for the trees?
When it is obvious they hop over falling branches,
Like unseen obstacles.
And the ones who point this out to have others cautioned,
Are said to be disgruntled and embittered...
Mud throwing grudgeons pivoting themselves to disrupt.
By what?
A jealousy to refuse,
To beat their heads up against tree trunks?
And a refusal to do this is shown as a sign of envy?
Who is spiking the tea these nuts drink?
It is incredulous to me,
The number of people I had regarded...
As having some mental stability.
With an ability to connect dots...
And a fitting of pieces to put them together.
Find it safer to allow themselves to be dumbdowned.
If a brick wall is constructed to be just what it is,
Why do those persisent in their protest,
Make declarations with demands and wishes...
To have those bricks replaced with cushions?
And grant with allowances to have their intelligence,
Abused.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Making A Jigsaw Puzzle Of The View
pull out sunset down to the sea
hide it on the horizon
pull up the seagulls and put the
moon at the center then scatter
the stars like seashells and fnally
get a picture of yourself and cut
your face and hands into pieces
be sure to mix the fingers and
interchange the left from the right
cut some more of yourself into
differents sizes and shapes
let us see how she really cares
let her solve the jigsaw puzzle
let her make yourself whole again
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Peace Returns Again
We live, We die.
We mourn. We cry.
And those that are left
pick up the pieces
that were that person's life,
little pieces that fit together
like a puzzle that just like the weather
is filled with changes
of highs and lows,
of happy times
and all their woes.
The last piece of the puzzle
fits right into place
and frames the picture
that was their face.
We keep that puzzle in our heart
and remember with love each little part
that was that person's life.
We then are left with an enigma,
a puzzle that relates their life.
It lives on in the mysteries of this world
but becomes solved in the afterlife.
And peace returns again.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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8th Grade Graduation
A puzzle together
a puzzle apart
each piece belongs to my heart
each piece is differant
each piece is great
But now they have to take on the long expected fate
They knew it would come
the day was here
the day they dreaded at the beginning of the year
The day they would be pulled apart
the whole would be broken
they knew it from the start
A piece here
and a piece there
how could life be so unfair
The beautiful picture the puzzle protrayed
is now forgotten
the pieces have strayed
They went away
fell beneath the wooden table
the puzzle would never again be stable
But that puzzle is forever in my heart
the memories of each piece
will never fall apart
-For my eighth grade class on graduation-
poem by Summer Song
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do not worry Chester
try again next time
connect the puzzle and form
another chance
to get finally the picture
of life
it is normal
life is a mess, things do not fit easily
expectations are not met
wishes always stick on the
rainbow
dreams do not always come
true
try again
maybe next time the pieces fit
and you may finally see the final picture
of success
do not worry Chester
there is always a right season
for everyone
a time for you
a luck all yours.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Your Child
(03/08/11)
Oh my child! If you could only see
How you’ve become such a big part of me.
I see your future thru your eyes
And how in this life you will strive.
There will be hard roads and obstacles
That you must pass.
But! I know they will not last.
Build your dreams and set your goals
That is the thing that you must hold.
There will always be winding roads
And at you people will throw stones.
But! There is something that you must understand
You are the future of this land.
You can make changes, no matter how small
Your dreams don’t have to be big
They don’t have to be tall.
Like a jigsaw puzzle- little pieces
Complete the picture, for all the world to see.
You can do anything when done in unity.
Don’t ever think that there is nothing
That you can contribute.
A thought, a suggestion, a kind little word
These are the things that are felt and heard.
It takes billions of grains of sand to make a beach
With out each one- it would not be reached.
Your child is the futures lifeline
Teach them right and they’ll be fine.
poem by Louis Rams
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There are no extra pieces in the universe. Everyone is here because he or she has a place to fill, and every piece must fit itself into the big jigsaw puzzle.
quote by Deepak Chopra
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See The Constellation
I lay my head on the railroad track
Stare at the sky all painted up
Your train is gone, wont be coming back
See the constellation ride across the sky
No cigar, no lady on his arm
Just a guy made of dots and lines
Just a guy made of dots and lines
Two years ago moved from my town
I was looking up past the city lights
But the city lights got in my way
See the constellation ride across the sky
No cigar, no lady on his arm
Just a guy made of dots and lines
Just a guy made of dots and lines
I found my mind on the ground below
I was looking down, it was looking back
I was in the sky all dressed in black
See the constellation ride across the sky
No cigar, no lady on his arm
Just a guy made of dots and lines
Just a guy made of dots and lines
Just a guy made of dots and lines
Can you hear what I see in the sky?
Can you hear what I see in the sky?
Can you hear what I see in the sky?
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The dial-a-song version:
I lay my head on the railroad track
Look at the sky all dressed in black
Your train is gone, wont be coming back
My lone constellation rides across the sky
No cigar, no lady on his arm
Just a guy made from dots and lines
Just a guy made from dots and lines
The city lights think nothings there
No real stars, nothings there
My lone constellation rides across the sky
No cigar, no lady on his arm
Just a guy made from dots and lines
Just a guy made from dots and lines
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Missing Pieces
Something went wrong, and you find yourself over analyzing what happen, trying to connect and understand pieces of a puzzle that just don't fit. Thats not making logical sense to you at all. And your left with missing pieces to solve a dysfunctional start. But at thee end of the day, when you done all you can this part will hurt LET IT GO, it's out of your hands give it to GOD AND LIVE, LIVE, LiVE, LiVE love is the key that opens hearts Clarence
poem by Clarence Williams
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This Afternoon By The Sea
slept on the sand
the wind was cool
under the old tree
between those
leaves
skies in
small pieces
like
a jigsaw puzzle
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Delivered By Letter
Would you understand this any better,
If you saw it poured from a labelled can.
To open slowly to reveal,
A preparation made easier...
That to you would appeal,
On demand as you command.
Would you understand this any better,
If work involved did not exist.
With no effort at all or commitment permitted.
And very little time put into it.
Allowing you to sit...
As your imagination drifted.
Would you understand this any better,
If blood, sweat and tears...
Were not heard from a voice admitted.
To then immediately decrease your interest.
Would you understand this any better,
If all explanations to you were delivered by letter.
And all you had to do was to connect large dots.
Would you then understand this any better...
To attempt to do or choose not.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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