Purple's Platitudes

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kazoo

19 August 2013

kazoo

 

I believe I’ll take up the kazoo

since it’s easier to carry a tune.

Piano or guitar may be fine for you,

I believe I’ll take up the kazoo.

I could play rock and country, jazz and blues,

even do a solo if you want me to.

I believe I’ll take up the kazoo

since it’s easier to carry a tune.

19 August, 2013 Posted by | Poetry | , | Leave a comment

Six Mile

06 August 2013

Six Mile

 

there at the end of Six Mile Road,

in whispered communion with the creek,

all I hold onto I can finally let go,

there at the end of Six Mile Road.

Just far enough, to listen and know

this quiet solitude’s all I need,

there at the end of Six Mile Road,

in whispered communion with the creek.

6 August, 2013 Posted by | Poetry | , | Leave a comment

as light fades

04 August 2013

as light fades

 

as light fades, more and more each day,

my heart grows heavy with despair.

There’s no words left for me to say,

as light fades. More and more each day

I’m beginning to lose my way,

and it gets hard to even care

as light fades. More and more each day,

my heart grows heavy with despair.

4 August, 2013 Posted by | Poetry | , | Leave a comment

Triolet

22 March 2013

Triolet

"… and he plays piano in the dark"

 

I used to love to improvise and play

alone in the dark, a secret retreat

where my soul always had something to say.

I used to love to improvise and play

but something has changed. It is not the same

I’ve forgotten and I feel incomplete.

I used to love to improvise and play,

alone in the dark, a secret retreat.

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

Triolet

27 August 2011

Triolet

 

A year after my death, what will they say?

Will my words live on, will memories stay?

It is just vain to hope they might remain?

A year after my death, what will they say

as they live as they may from day to day

and everything fades into hazy shades?

A year after my death, what will they say?

Will my words live on, will memories stay?

27 August, 2011 Posted by | Poetry | , | Leave a comment

Nospeak

26 March 2010

Nospeak

She misunderstands my silence this time,

but maybe it is easier this way?

Because I’m angry and don’t speak my mind,

she misunderstands my silence. This time

I express the inexpressible rhymes

and never share those things I cannot say.

She misunderstands my silence this time,

but maybe it is easier this way.

26 March, 2010 Posted by | Poetry | , | Leave a comment

Changeling

15 January 2008

Changeling

 

I never asked for the gift,

ultimately, all power comes with a price.

Such a guarded secret creates a rift,

I never asked for the gift.

Most never notice the subtle shift,

‘though truth is always revealed in my eyes.

I never asked for the gift,

ultimately, all power comes with a price.

19 October, 2009 Posted by | Poetry | , | Leave a comment

Elucidation

12 April 2007

Elucidation

 

Words can be said and mean nothing at all,

or heard instead so entirely wrong.

React, defend, act hurt behind our walls,

words can be said and mean nothing at all.

We hide, pretend, no surrender, no fall,

believe, perceive we are right all along

when words are said and mean nothing at all,

or heard instead so entirely wrong.

19 October, 2009 Posted by | Poetry | , | Leave a comment

waiting for light

10 September 2006

Waiting for Light

 

our shadows. Waiting for light,

only in the absence of

words spoken – anger in flight

our shadows, waiting for light.

We’re frightened, prepared to fight.

Daylight hides truth, midnight loves

our shadows. Waiting for light,

only in the absence of.

18 October, 2009 Posted by | Poetry | , | Leave a comment