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A LITTLE PURPLE FLOWER by Yerman, Jim
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In the Gloaming

That first glimpse of purple in the gloaming
As dawn softly rises in morning skies 
Ascending along with nature's colors
Is a look of faith and hope in thine eyes.

Wrapped in the rays of sun's glorious hues;
There dwells a calm that instills peace and love
With a passion that enters every cell
In divine grace that shines light from above.

Meditate to serene silent music 
As the melody of birds sing along.
Elated at the birth of the morning
They share delight in their sweet varied song.

 Open your heart to passions of others...
 Feel with the empathy God has bestowed.
 Then you will know the true meaning of life 
 In the receiving back of blessings sowed.

9-25-17 rev.



Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2017


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You Shall See

I sit with crooked knees, bent like the browning blades of grass trampled by turtles and picked apart by doves My moans aren't moans of joy but parables spewed at sunlight burning crosses that bare my way but they are undesirable as so am I I watch in filth as hustlers walk away sevens and elevens bound to come today Homeless I am not but hopeless fills my day I am the daughter of lillies and the son of wilted spirits Drink in my cup as blood bleeds in your pain the moon will rise again and you shall see


Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2018


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Princess Flower

My sweet Emma, I placed the purple flower in your hair and you smiled. Carefree you danced as the royal color of your shift swirled in its dappled patterns. Heaven could not have made a more perfect vision, every movement a whirlwind of charm lost in a world with too little beauty like that of the innocent flower in your hair, enchanting in its simplicity.
03/01/15


Copyright © James Inman | Year Posted 2015


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Rainbow Something II


melting, Red, hot in passion imagine some try to ration teasing, Orange, stimulating in pleasure really do try and measure laughing, Yellow, funny in humor sadness here is a rumor growing, Green, reflecting in nature you the ever unique creature soothing, Blue, calming in peace come share a little piece thinking, Indigo, evolving in wisdom using mind to expand kingdom tickling, Violet, rendering in imagination such minds have no station


Copyright © Richard Martins | Year Posted 2016


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I Had An Awesome Poem

I had an awesome poem
Written in my head
Writing poems isn't my thing
So I thought it up instead

The poem had a kitten
A purple kitten too
The kitten had a mitten
That was completely blue

The kitty's blue mitten
Fell into the sea
While the poor little kitten
Cried in melancholy

Then the brave little kitten
Dove into the sea 
To try to find the mitten
That made it happy

We waited and waited
In so much despair
Our fear escalated
So we said a little prayer

And the kitten came back up
With the mitten on it's paw
How great! What luck!
That the kitten didn't fall!

And that was the poem
Written in my head 
Writing poems isn't my thing
So I thought it up instead


Copyright © Grace Englebreeze | Year Posted 2017


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pin drop

Persuade by time Intuitions run blind Neon driven dreams Dandelion sew seams Recognize the breeze Opal shaped moon Pesuaded bloom ?


Copyright © pipping stars | Year Posted 2017


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purpleman

my mood is purple today
a pinch of chilly, a slap of icy rain 
the kind you silently curse
when it knocks the balance from self-worth 
my mood is purple today
so you'll say hello to me first
or there'll will be no cordial at all
this purpleness will soon pass...hopefully
like wind ripples in green whorls of grass
but for now give me a shade more space
stay clear of my vibrating horn
the one with dried blood in its curl
I'll stay chained to my pen for most of the day
writing a purplish poem...or two
but when I breech keep it simple... keep it brief
or better yet, just keep it to yourself


Copyright © Anthony Slausen | Year Posted 2018


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The Death of Saturn

In the early morning sky before Sol erased the night
The Devil’s Triangle did possess the night

In the fourth house Father Time was to be buried
He had many children both mortals God and Goddess

In the fourth house set the constellation Sagittarius and along
side him come one of his son Mars and the Great Red Serpent

The Great Red Serpent was the king of the underworld and the Fates had cut the immortal life cord of Father Time himself

Father Time ruled his Kingdom with an iron fist and some of his children sat and
looked on with glee and watched over his enormous dark silver color coffin

Hermes was commissioned to sing a special song but one of his brothers stole his song and he decided on We Have Only Just Begun

The death of Father Time was the force of new life and a new time a new era was to be born as Father Time himself was to be rebirth in the constellation of Aquarius

Many immortals being traveled wide and far across the galaxy for Father Time funeral and some of them were attacked in space portals as they saw the Kingdom weakening

Hermes was one of the victims of these attacks but he called out the spirit of Father Time to save him

In the center of the constellation of Sagittarius came a new light a rainbow light
The light had seven distinct rays and three color were the prime

Green
Yellow
Blue

The Light run up and down the spectrum and formed into the Violet Flame

The Violet Flame energy purpose to fill the void left behind by the death of Father Time and the disarray brought on by the Devil’s Triangle

The Violet Flame 
The Violet Flame
The Violet Flame



Copyright © Mel Brake | Year Posted 2016


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A Purple People Poem

Listen to poem:
Retro thrusters, smokey hot,
Thunder in the dim of night.
Sprouting things all green and broke,
Mutant brains are taking flight.

Mole like beasts with huge blind eyes
Push and pour from glowing holes.
Corpses scream with undead cries.
Gelatinous blobs expand with souls.

Bodies flail in polka-dot bikinis
While death rays rip through flesh and bone.
Heady cyborgs sip oily martinis
With metallic olives that chirp and groan.

Curious apparitions haunt vampiric covens
Of werewolves and werecats without revulsions.
Scientists (most mad) create life in lab ovens
In the midst of their monstrous id compulsions.

But the worst and most horrific to face
Are those poetry spouting people beaters,
Cannibalistic abominations from outer space:
The shunned and reviled Purple People Eaters.


Copyright © Tom Arnone | Year Posted 2016


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purple poetry


dark purple is my wistful pen dripping
words of sad purple sadness-
                       weeping, dripping purple


______________________________
January 17, 2016

Kimo

For the contest, Colors, Sponsor Skat/PD

Sixth Place


Copyright © Dear Heart | Year Posted 2016


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Bluebonnets

Springtime greenness life release
Bluebonnets  grow high
Sweetness  entanglement tastes 
Kiss on purple sky

Yesterdays bloom colors fade
Tailored vision dines 
Seeds rising to magical
Bath liquid sunshine

© 4/21/2015
 Andrea Dietrich's poetry form The 7/5 Trochee with Rhyme Scheme a/b/c/b**


Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2015


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I am Alice Cooper

Dead babies
All in circles
Dead babies
Screaming, screaming
I hear my name
Over here, over here
One second of birth
I die in flame
Of wombs passion
Don’t be crying
I was always dying

Don’t touch me now
Don’t feel the cold placenta
Tumble down lost one ways
Deep purple tunnels
Swiss alpine meadows
Light and night twisted like vine
I never cry, never try
I was a soft heart when I was born
Now you can touch a heart of stone
The rum and bourbon keep stones wet
Touching me is touching the devil
One day, in that moment in time

I imagine
Holding your hand
The one I don’t know
I take another drink of the devil and laugh
Imagine a cloudy day
That Alice comes to save me
Alice, meet the rabbit
Wonderland is over there
Returning to fantasy no more
Clones and drones and rolling stones
Lovers and strangers
They all seem far away
The darkness calls
I am Alice in wonderland
I have been elected
For death
My name is Stephen


Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2015


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WRAPPING IT IN PURPLE - For Prince

WRAPPING IT IN PURPLE
-For Prince

Black onyx handsome, 
Small is beautiful, 
Soft campy creature, 
Definite in feature, 
All chiseled, boned, 
Talents honed,  
And used for a king's ransom.

A royal purple mist,
Rained down on fans.
A thousand in the cast,
(He's never going to last).
Sing, Hip hop, do yer dance,
It's really yer last chance; 
And maybe you'll be missed.

Let's do! Let's go crazy! 
Count sheep, fall asleep,
Red flag, Swag dance, Sweet feet!  
Tap it, Rap it, on a side street.
Keepers, weepers, of the dark,
One chance to make yer mark.
Sigh or sing, no time to be lazy!

Speed of light, day or night,
You know time can't be defined.
Check it off, count loves, 
Hope you hear the cry of doves. 
Yer wanting all yer extra time, 
Kiss it in yer billboard climb;
A nanosecond dove in flight.

Burning up your axe,
Ending up an icon, 
Pay your ticket, seeum, 
In Hollywood's museum. 
Paisley is the handle,
Stiff, dripping like a candle,
Just a manikin in wax. 

No birthday's, no gray, or wrinkle.
In purple paper, wrap a lost chord!
You float above a cherry moon, 
Wing it, sing it, it's your last tune.
Spirit vaporized, name that's canonized,
And all your data to be analyzed. 
Precious purple, a periwinkle sprinkle.

Always cry for love, never cry for pain;  
Elevé, do rise, caught up, surprised!
Don't stare sleeping there,
Death upon the stair.
No liquor, no last flicker, 
No barcode, no heart quicker, 
An April snow has left you sleeping in the rain. 

By Edlynn Nau 
© April 23, 2016




Copyright © Edlynn Nau | Year Posted 2016


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Death of Cheri

Dances with us all
			last tango
Louisiana hospitality
		alligators eating dreams
Lost a poet
			the boat upstream
Heart beat with so much love
		tear drops fall on poets stylo
I am so lost
			in mist filled dreams
She called me Cheri
		on my knees I must scream
Southern grace so rare to find
		charming
her poetry                                  from the wishing well
			  mixed with purple rain
She is missing.... gone
		the rest of us
Still mortals insane


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I cry... scream..... pull out hair

Cheri tell me.............  tell me….. god tell me

Speak, say I had some flair................

noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo


leave not the sound of dead air…………


Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016


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The Colour Purple

Amethyst is a purple colour
Of my birthstone
A beautiful purple colour
The month of February
Wearing the colour purple

Is the colour of strengh
To become strong 
When I'm feeling weak
My ring is purple 
I wear it every day


Copyright © Darlene De Beaulieu | Year Posted 2016


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Lavender Spring

L - Lovely lavender now removes Winters gloom,
A - Anticipation within is rising for your perfect bloom.
V - Velvety color of purple lavish your stems,
E - Even the stem doesn't know where its color ends.
N - Now slowly inhaling deep your sweet scent,
D - Delightfully you deliver what heaven meant.
E - Ever so gentle your beauty lands on the wind,
R - Reintroducing my senses to Spring once again.


Copyright © Sharon Gulley | Year Posted 2017


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Purple Hue

Today the clouds have a purple hue,
Not like yesterday when they were blue.
Does the purple hue bring gloom and doom,
Or does it imbue a hint of pink in view?
 
The clouds have flattened,
And lost their cumulus shape.
Now exhibiting a lenticular view,
Still exposing the purple hue.
 
 
It appears something could be hidden,
Inside the disc-shaped cloud.
Could it be something from afar,
Just visiting to see how we are?


Copyright © Lee Brownlee | Year Posted 2016


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The Purple Lotus

       The Purple Lotus


     Floating peacefully;

     The purple Lotus Flower

     On tranquil waters.

     And in its open petals

     Blossoms self-awakening.


In Buddhist symbolism The Purple Lotus
represents the path to self-awakening.

    Barry Stebbings
     29/08/2016


Copyright © Barry Stebbings | Year Posted 2016


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A Domino Masquerade

It's a masquerade in the square,
where throngs of people strut;
ladies cleverly hide their hair
and lips smeared with pistachio nut.   

My domino is of dark red;
I have escaped from Hell
to deceive the ones who are sad,
who follow the wrong trail.    

Amid the crowd someone I seek:
that soul whose need is love;
I can deceive with looks so meek...
for how long can I rove?
 
Through dark streets and under bridges
I'll find that pretty one,  
the one who has very soft curves
and desires to be mine.
 
I'll spot her looking near and far,   
shadows may play some tricks;
she'll mistake me for her lover...
wine and mist moisten lips.  
 
Her domino dress is scarlet,
I'm tempted to touch it; 
the girl smiles, she's found her Hamlet
exuding much delight.

She boards the gondola glowing...
letting her joy sparkle,
" Wild's the night, I've waited all evening!" 
" Lucky us! " I giggle.


Written on 7/6/2016


Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2016


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Seeing in color

Seeing an aura and feeling the pain.
Hearing the silent screams, it's hard to explain.
Eyes that see deeper than any soul can go.
Words fall on deaf ears as no other can know.
You already saw what the have to hide. 
You already felt their devilish pride.
Oh, they keep it locked up and tucked away,
but their truth will be exposed, as all, on judgement day.  
For now you see it all and believe nothing they've said.
The colors spill out and blossom in purple and red.

 


Copyright © TAMELA ALEXANDER | Year Posted 2016


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Colors

I see a hue of colors of blue, purple, yellow, orange, red, and green
They swirl around forming many different shapes and designs
Colors of different sorts shows pictures and forms that only I can create
On my canvas I can paint and make all the vibrant colors that my eye can see
I can create pictures that come to life
Colors make the world a more vibrant place and when creation is formed
Colors makes everything a more glorious and marvelous place to see


Copyright © Jamie White | Year Posted 2016


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Rainbow Something

melting, Red, hot in passion teasing, Orange stimulating in pleasure laughing, Yellow, funny in humor growing, Green, reflecting in nature soothing, Blue, calming in peace thinking, Indigo, evolving in wisdom tickling, Violet, rendering in imagination


Copyright © Richard Martins | Year Posted 2016


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PURPLE PASSION KISSES

PURPLE passion kisses 
What's been missing 
Wishing for BLISSES
More kisses sprang from the lips of 
Lovers under SUPER NATURAL COVERS.


Copyright © VAL BROOKLYN Rogers BLK PANTHER | Year Posted 2016


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To Lucinda, On The Brave Cavaliers

Lying here and there deep in the earth,
Under roundhead stone and regal tree,
Cavaliers who proved their worth
In indigo and burgundy.
Never they let their vain king down,
Died like lemmings for the crown
And left behind brave legends of loyalty....


Copyright © Ross Vassilev | Year Posted 2015


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Crying Fire

Having hemorrhaged hope from a gaping gash,
That I've let bleed from between my eyes,
My heart has held that it shan't cease to clash,
With my head 'til I command what its corpus cries.

Water has woken my mind to what its corpus cries:
For wants that my wanton woes have begot;
Pitiless passions pour from drying eyes and die,
As hydrogen dreams oxidize into liquid drops.

Why cry water when all it wants is wetness?
To dampen the head with a dew of the lewd untruth:
Sex and success are luxorious expressions and precious,
But to believe they are why we should be, is to cry 'till blue.

What is it that you want?
Is what I'd ask my mind.
"Love from a man you've taught to taunt,
Your heart with a love that is always blind."

What else do you want?
I'd ask again to my mind.
"A degree so all can see what you flaunt,
An identity defined by what money refines."

"Hope for only love from your finest friend,
As you spend your days on dollars and ego,
For wihout these you will meet your end,
As your will is weak and without power of veto."

Although I still crave love from a crush,
And indeed need degrees for stability,
I'd be ashamed to be crushed as Shallot the Lush,
And fear to lose my humility. 

So I refuse to continue bleeding blue waters from my eyes,
My mind must match my heart today,
For a self who pleads fealty to mind,
Is but a heartless object of hearsay.

What is it you want?
I now ask my heart.
"But only to sign a cordial concordante,
With the mind, for a life that you have yet to start."

"The gash between your eyes is but a blurred misconception,
Of a violet light that you might ignite,
By churning red into your perception.
Then will life be less a flight as you free your inner fight.

Your tears have dried and drained the desert,
Of your seemingly hollow outer shell.
But as they've left you hurt in dehydrated dirt,
A fire has forced its way up as these tears have fell.

What you want is a balance of need,
For the self and all of its peers,
As well as for a mind whose advice you shall heed,
When it beats with the heart that it must hear.

Within your mind there's a pinecone on fire,
That's been trapped in calcefied bone,
But the bone's broken now, which has awakened the wires,
The pine uses to call the heart when it feels alone."

Now I might cry fire from my drying eyes,
As my body beats to both heart and head,
Allowing me to command what my corpus cries,
No longer shall shallow tears from it be shed.


Copyright © Brendan J. Simons | Year Posted 2017