Purple's Platitudes

nothing but words …

enemy mine

06 March 2014

 

 

I know each creak and squeak, each inch indoors.

I stumble and grumble declaring war

against the unseen, a frustrating foe.

How can I fight what refuses to show?

 

I growl and I howl, at phantoms who laugh.

I flare at the air, appearing quite daft.

I’ve been waving a white flag to and fro,

how can I fight what refuses to show?

 

In doom and gloom, most days I’m defeated,

mostly by thoughts I’ve often repeated.

It’s all in my head, these battles I know,

how can I fight what refuses to show?

 

 

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6 March, 2014 Posted by | Poetry | , | Leave a comment

moment

08 September 2013

moment

 

some people have this inner light

like fireflies on moonless nights

a light that shines for all to see

at our moment of greatest need.

 

some people seem to send out light

lighthouses on a foggy night

guiding us past rocks to safety

at our moment of greatest need

 

some people have this warmth and glow

a smile, a touch, as if they know

when we are wounded, when we bleed

at our moment of greatest need

 

we all could use a little love

when life gets hard, when times get tough

be glad they’re there at times, indeed

at our moment of greatest need.

8 September, 2013 Posted by | Poetry | , | Leave a comment

Tempero

23 June 2013

Tempero

 

four a,m. I gave up on sleep,

I hate winter and summer’s heat.

Why can’t it stay just in between,

a better balance of extremes?

 

All or nothing’s just how I’ve been,

a see saw, on and off again,

no equilibrium it seems,

a better balance of extremes.

 

Moderation should be the key,

according to philosophy,

it’s not hard to see what I need,

a better balance of extremes.

23 June, 2013 Posted by | Poetry | , | Leave a comment

To Do More

15 March 2013

To do more

 

What moves you to think, or to feel,

to speak out, or do something real,

to not just sit passively by,

to do more than simply ask Why?

 

What do you value or believe?

Everyone has their own pet peeves,

something that pushes you to try

to do more than simply ask Why?

 

What makes you cry, what angers you?

What make you speak up for the Truth?

For what would you live, for what die,

or do more than simply ask Why?

15 March, 2013 Posted by | Poetry | , | Leave a comment

Kyrielle

14 March 2013

Kyrielle

 

My first impression is to see

how beautiful you seem to be.

Although that cannot be denied,

your beauty’s more than meets the eye.

 

Some only see you from afar,

like gazing at some distant star.

Maybe they’re just afraid to try,

your beauty’s more than meets the eye.

 

I look deeper than many do,

needing to know the real you,

attracted by what is inside,

your beauty’s more than meets the eye.

 

So reveal your heart and your soul,

the inner and the outer whole.

even if some things fade with time,

your beauty’s more than meets the eye.

 

I pray whoever wins your love,

will truly be deserving of

so much more than what is outside,

your beauty’s more than meets the eye.

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Gaze

02 November 2011

Gaze

 

Her hair, her eyes, her lips, her smile,

Attraction without any guile,

In innocence she earns my praise,

But she’s unaware of my gaze.

 

I don’t pretend to understand

what draws a woman to a man,

I certainly enjoy the chase,

But she’s unaware of my gaze.

 

I know it’s just a fantasy,

To dream of possibilities,

Enchanted by her pretty face,

But she’s unaware of my gaze.

2 November, 2011 Posted by | Poetry | , | Leave a comment

out of chaos

01 November 2011

out of chaos

 

Trying to force words to appear,

condensation in a mirror,

I seek clarity of design –

out of chaos within my mind.

 

Too many currents, inner stream,

flowing freely to meet some need,

untangling what is intertwined –

out of chaos within my mind.

 

Sometimes I am carried along,

amazed, I sing an unknown song,

discover beauty undefined –

out of chaos within my mind.

1 November, 2011 Posted by | Poetry | , | Leave a comment