Opus in Muskeg (in C major species)
A wonderful marsh
to go when bogged down
an experience, not too harsh
Eerily quiet, those grootslang
and an amphibious croaking concert
of natures gerus in clang
no egrets today, I regret, standing proud
and looking to ensue
copepods in misty cloud
passive contests. a spring recourse
skating on pond
with a flying horse
a mosquito bite, a souvenir
in my respite,
of a visit without jeer
a stew of texture
black bark and peat
brewing afester
a kitchen of bouquet
"garnering" a soup
so slimy and in decay
Such wonderful theatre
paradise to me
of pondrous meter
DBP 9-21-14
Convent
a convent of content
a trap so tight
yet sweet, so meant
as victory...
but throws a curve
as strife and fear
peak around corners
ready to pounce, I hear
voices and cries
as I look to skies
changing so fast
head spinning a path
spiraling spheres
gravitate our wonder
dislodging comfort
and content we plunder
yes, I touch and ride
those feelings so soft
but they are torn and tattered
as the other coins side
warns us of
times, so tragic
so we dream and delight
in loves flawless magic
DBP 9-22-14
Greyfriar
The young, tired terrier
looks over the angry shadows
Cowgate yearning
for his paws to harrow
remembering the craggy hills
the limestone bricks remind
his days as shepherd
and dreams so kind...
8-27-14
The Blooming Tico Lily
Lily: "I heard someone say to me 'Lily'
Tico: "That's your name, silly.
My name is Tico,
it wasn't my choice either,
but they feed us
with little fuss,
and let us in and out
so we can run about."
Lily: "That sounds nice,
but a bit more advice.
What does 'Go to your Mommy mean'
that is something, I have yet seen.
Tico" "I am your Mommy,
and I will teach you things."
Lily: That is nice,
like catching mice?"
Tico: "That is one,
but there is more to be done."
Lily: "Like what?" she inquired.
Tico: "To get our way,
in a sneaky way.
To use our cuteness to
enable us permuteness!"
8-26-14 DBP
Embroidered Fear
frame in frame
the exotic painting dangles
embossed with flame
of vertical objections
as the lamplight
strews reflections
Mysterious quiet
politely asks
the brass tipped foot
so efflorescant in porcelain
about the rage
of satin that puts
an alizarin passion
on an allegorical stage
The supple damask
conceals moral ration
and ivory tapestry
and strips of gold in majesty
sistering solid swaths
of Victorian aesthetic old
Confused by bouncing shadows
awaiting the turbulence
no one rests tonight
the sleepers dwindle from sight
DBP 8-24-14
A Gem
sitting in darkness
as Miss Lombard sleeps
so jeweled and bright
her bracelet delight
it looks like a blade
in mornings dew
before the sun
makes droplets run
but it will attire
the shining star
so graceful on wrist
a regal choir
Twentieth Century
screwball in decade
glitters so zany
passion no facade
a nightly vigil
ends in crash
poor Gable stricken
the arm band strewn
we laugh and swoon
at her joyous croon
the grasses of Potosi Mountain
settled her legend
...too soon
DBP 9-9-14
Some Like It Hot
Fluffy pink
what does a man write about
I could be in quite a stink
after all
the images are sexy
I can't help that
dear Marilyn dressed
so shocking a flush
and old movies
all that mush
angora sweaters
nothing much better
or jumpers of London
requiring a petter
the fuzzy pink nightgown
a smothering yarn
Miss Russell adorned
in provocative lorn
cherry pink
goes with apple blossom white
an Adam and Eve cocktail
could get me quite tight
and being in the roseate
is a wonderful state
And...I could think of candy
and all things dandy
and all confections
with sweet direction
but it is hard
not to think
of beautiful gals
pretty in pink
what do you think?
DBP 8-26-14
Upworthy
the thought of "up"
made my mind er-up-t
my thoughts like syr-up
coating memories
so forever
a child with eyes looking
skyward
at building of Krupp
as I hold my cup
a kissing sup
in thirst and asking
I want some more
my tears sometimes pour
fear in the sky
as it might fall...I die
an innocent pup
no chance to corr-up-t
as a quiet yup
takes me to ground
my feet shaking
but secure, my surprise
the world
has it's death cup
but I remain "up"
inspired by beauty
and the works of
Upton, checking brass
my knuckles soft
an Up-ward night walk
nervous at Judith's breast
up as a direction
too uncertain for implication
although wonder aspires
me, to throw
up in arms at injustice
so I walk in inclination
slowly upward
caressing the rail
DBP 8-24-14
A Study in Ichabod
misfit plight
not fitting quite right
not even outcast
no beatnik or hip
beliefs unique
and laughed at so
disliked by some
friends afew but in tow
intelligence blooms
mature to a tea
insane...not really
depressed when it's free
social life...what?
strange and pure
no conformity for sure
no subculture for me
doing my thing with glee
easy to love
stereotype capacity
is null and void
might be better on asteroid
misunderstood
people don't try
uncomfortable in hue
their tunnel view
weird or what?
DBP 9-9-14
Head Banging Game
helmuts with heads
rear ends and knees
crashing and bumping
stopping Drew Brees
zipping and zagging
blistering speed
but major collisions
causing halfback to bleed
seeing stars
where am I...Mars?
shaken skull
rest of life in bars
coaches screaming
blaspheming ref
they never win
striped men are deaf
fans go nuts
for no reason really
sports is business
including cuts
millionaires run it
fans pay a hundred
for tickets to watch
to see which team will botch
DBP 4-7-14
Journey in Stone
little pebbles
in a race
the outcome
a part of space
rolling gently
adapting to river
sometimes raging
sometimes a trickling quiver
sometimes they pause
lodged on log
or clustered with friends
as the river bends
some get larger
gathering dust
others smaller
eroding in trust
some lose
as they land ashore
but begin to play
with children in day
others win
to the mouth they land
ready for oceans
and wide world to stand
but those that lose
tickle hearts so young
so the race is in question
as we define their destiny
the tortoise and hare
in stone they tell
how soil and blood
befriend in dell
8-8-14 DBP
Visiting Hamelin
who will follow me
the rats of plague?
or children of flee
one-hundred thirty in all
revenge for lack
of renumeration, henceforth
wandering Lower Saxony with pack
a pipe of magic to sing
Am I to quell catastrophe
or lead a crusade?
The Weser River awaiting
the drowning of birth is laid
Wearing hunter green
Am I the symbol of death?
The blind child
the hero's breath
unaware of humble power
the deaf in safety
of evil words
and blind avoiding, deftly
the flashy and pied
decorating Koppelberg Hill
The founding Transylvania
colonization
a pagan heretic, in mania
Or utopian king
with message anew
world lit only by fire
the myth in village new
9-2-14 DBP
KERPLUMP
I have a bump
on my rump
and when I sit
it hurts a bit
I call it a clump
somethimes it thumps
I don't know what it is
it makes me dizz
When I take a dump
I overwork the sump
and if I rush
I forget to flush
When I sit on a stump
I contemplate the hump
and wonder if surgery
is self-imposed perjury
I guess I'm a chump
I could try to jump
but things aren't that bad
I'm not really sad
Sometimes I crump
just like an old frump
I guess it's just age
and avoiding rage
And when I flump
like Forrest Gump
I run forever
thinking I'm clever
But I'm not an old grump
even though I slump
it's just bad posture
my back like a saucer
For answers I pump
looking for the trump
but really I'm lucky
everything's ducky
I used to be plump
and walked in a callithump
I was the roly poly man
now thinner I am
no more am I a mugwump
as I sit on the tump
happy with my growth so fine
at least it is benign
7-25-14
