Short Purist Poems
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many daffodils
beautiful on windowsills
narcissus appeals
one yellow divine
single or double refine
purist flower mine
dainty and sublime
standing hours at a time
waving in their prime
*For Carol Browns "What's The Buzz" Haiku contest
Follow the warmth into the light
don't hesitate to sprint away
when it doesn't feel just right.
Charlatans will bend you around them,
but the sixth sense is a winged gift.
A casual drift toward a peaceful realm
into the purist form of yourself.
Look through the "windows" of my soul..
See their "pain" as it takes its toll.
My heart beats with each tear dropped.
Try as I may they cannot be stopped.
Hoping one day my heart will be filled; with you again.
With the purist of love, that we once had; until the end.
The atheist merely seeks truth
Distanced from blind belief
Upon seeing, he nods forsooth
Turning a brand new leaf
Witnessing each entrée
Nonjudgmental and free
Thread of truth, holding key
Truthful purist
The atheist
04-November-2021
Quietus
Only When The Hope Dies
"Love! Isn't it beyond win and lose? Isn't it giving and unconditional? Winning over someone and desire are too materialistic words to define its divinity. It is sublime and humble.
It attains it's purist and truest nature only when the Hope dies, he replied her."
25th Day of July 2016
Leaves bleed and stain the white sidewalk their bodies blown into the wind
I close my eyes and lay on my horn letting the sound penetrate the purist parts
When they open iv smothered every dreadful memory and shut open mouths
The smoke ascends
And yet
I'm left still with two hands
And your throat between them
Scale a bough; and hold onto this
Astoundment, forevermore.
A curtain of leaf, parted for:
Life, and its glory, nested.
So in this world have I placed you.
With loving care, and foresight;
That which, on those wings of desire
Purist, does show you upborne.
Who, above, by your own new-born
Into hushed awe, too, is led.
Oh that sweet love we crave
Freely given would enslave
Yes that yearning to belong
Just like the words to a song
Those feelings of sincerity
As love sleeps in parity
Slumbers deep, deep within
Purist hearts, dreams begin
Beyond the stars at rainbows fall
Dawns first light or sunsets call
I will reap this love I crave
And live the dream that she gave
Oh that such a PARAGON would appear
As one unexplained REVELATION only for me
Of the purist PULCHRITRUDE I can see
BLAZING toward me from one so dear
And having someone ADORE you this much
Is likened to avoiding a sinking of the EIGHT ball
Though it is somewhat of a DISCOMFORT should it fall
There's no denying CHARISMA laced with a magical touch
29 July 2018
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The clairvoyant could be a schizophrenic, or is it the other way around?
Cymbals of the mime must be unbearably loud.
Flowers are for glade and not the lapel of blue clowns.
Is it better for a stray to be forever chained down
or go running off with a pack of the unfound.
After death are we whisked off to heaven
or does the soul shatter against a cold Black wall?
Is faith just a mirage for the eternally weak
or is it a gilded pathway to the purist of all kings?