Purple's Platitudes

nothing but words …

Substitute

24 July 2013

Substitute

 

All right, let’s settle down,

today’s lesson is on waves.

To demonstrate, this is an

oscillascope, he writes on the Whiteboard,

scowls, erases it, tries again,

erases it again, someone raises their hand,

"Yes?"

"How do you spell that?"

Everyone laughs and he scowls and

curtly replies, "Look it up."

The simplest wave, is a sine wave,

and this displays a sine wave,

(someone whispers, "that thing he cant’s spell")

It sort of resembles the letter S,

except it’s on its back, or stomach, no,

I guess it would have to be backwards to be an S.

Someone raises their hand again.

"Yes?" he asks, impatiently.

"Do you mean like waves on the beach, you know,

as in surf’s up dude?"

Everyone laughs except the teacher.

Well, that is another way to think of waves, sure.

This middle line here, he points to the …

(that machine)

is … the term escapes his memory,

but a sine wave and an ocean wave both go

through the same motion, building up to

their highest point and then crashing down.

over and over.

The bell rang, mercifully.

"Do your reading and answer the questions

at the end of the chapter."

"See you eighth period for Gym class,

Mr. Webster," several of them giddily

remark as they file out.

He scowls.

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at my age

24 July 2013

 

at my age

 

Nearly the big Five-O, I face it without care,

apathy controls my soul, each day is just a day

another chance to reminisce, this journay to Nowhere

 

I wanted to die tragically, while I was still young,

while the dreams of things I wished to do

still outnumbered those I hadn’t done

 

Before the flame of youth became a dying ember

and the warmth of hope was cooled by frail realities

disillusioned by a lack of vision beyond Decembers

 

The question’s not wrong, What’s it like to be your age?

but my answer’s dark, like a brooding expectant sky

or after the applause on a silent, darkened stage

 

to be forever young, has never been my desire,

too much of life I would just as soon forget

more than anything I think, age and memories conspire

 

to torment us just a little more each day

and regardless of who wins, or if I lose

at my age, I’m just really tired of playing games.

 

written for We Write Poems http://wewritepoems.wordpress.com/2013/07/18/prompt-166-whats-it-like-to-be-your-age/

 

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to a dead mouse

24 July 2013

to a dead mouse

 

my

mouse expired.

I’m grieving its loss,

it’s not the batteries, I

checked.

 

I

feel helpless.

I wasn’t aware

how much I depended on

it.

 

But,

I ordered

a fancy new one

and tossed the old one in the

trash.

 

I

won’t miss it

in five or six days,

which says something about life,

right?

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Interior

24 July 2013

Interior

 

stark, egg-shell white ceiling and walls imply

more than I would ever care to admit.

If you asked why, I would have no reply,

I have never decorated one bit,

a room’s just a place to sleep or to sit.

I don’t pretty it up, accessorize,

everything you’re thinking probably fits,

I just have no need for trophies or lies.

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sunburned

24 July 2013

sunburned

 

Well, now I know, painfully so,

burns to be in the status quo.

Life’s a beach, so flippantly said,

until we’re scorched and turning red.

Is fitting in worth all this woe?

 

It wasn’t smart to be exposed,

we never think about that ‘though.

Life is not like a tanning bed,

Well, now I know.

 

I bought into the social code,

it’s subtle, ev’rywhere I go.

You keep up, try to get ahead,

fit in, belong, follow where lead.

Life is crazy and just for show,

Well, now I know.

 

(written for Poetic Blooomings)

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monosyllabic

24 July 2013

monosyllabic

 

"one

word

per

line?"

you

ask.

Yes,

I

say,

this

is

a

poem.

But

your

look

seems

to

say:

You

are

nuts!

There’s

no

rhyme

and

it

needs

more

words

I

guess

to

be

a

real

poem.

(By

the

way,

poem

is

two,

not

one

but

nice

try)

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is

24 July 2013

is

 

There is

no was

no used

to be

no if

and no

maybe

no might

have been

and no

will be

just is.

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