Calm Before the Storm
too calm and patient
as the storm brews in shadow
my forever grey
in forgiving play
it might be dangerous
to simmer this way
for the thunder might be loud
and black and angry my cloud
I should learn to seep
like a porous layer
of a gardens seeding soil
asking for modest toil
expressing each twinkle
of hopeful joy
instead of being a balloon
taking in a breathful tune
it might be more than pop
likely a explosive boom
ending up in apology
requiring a voice of doxology
but a permanent serenity
now that would be bliss
a goal for the ages
as i turn these golden pages
DeaBeePea 8-1-17
Heaven and Hell, the Big Switch
my finger is poised
I see that switch
blood red in colour
in it's suspended niche
not connected to wires
or clicking in sound
but soft and pulsating
and innocently gowned
shrouded with confusion
with a label of tease
as on or off
an invisible reprise
I decide in reflection
not to touch the toggle
pondering the question
of my unsteady coggle
the place I'm in
may actually be utopia
being crushed by evil
in a teary myopia
it's time to gather
that inner passion
and spread my smile
no need to ration
we are in heaven
when we all hold hands
one bundle of love
blanketing our lands
DeaBeePea 7-31-17
You're Fired
I'm not sure
of my choice
how to be grilled
in a searing voice
do I want to be
char-broiled
or cooked and frozen
as not to be spoiled
or do I want to be burned
to a blackened crisp
my ashes blown
in the winds gentle wisp
or maybe fried
my brain incapacitated
with caramelized onions
my body cancellated
or have a stick poke me
like a skewered marshmallow
and lightly brown
to sweetness so mellow
made into fast-food
and sold as a meal-deal
the taste of me
making people reel
one way or another
the flames will speak
I open the barbeque lid
for one last peek
DeaBeePea 7-29-17
I Only Wanted One
this chip
of a potato variety
crisp and salty
knowing to munch with propriety
I am not hungry
I thought to myself so foolish
resisting temptation
fighting myself in mulish
so I looked at the bowl
thinking of a single wisp
and scanned the surface
for a large and curly crisp
there it was
in glorious wave
rippled and gold
the connoisseur's rave
I grabbed it quick
bringing it to lips
and the saline explosion
was an oral eclipse
I stood there awestruck
dumbfounded in delectation
knowing what was coming
a gluttonous damnation
I devoured the bowl
of Ms. Vicki's testament
I wanted just one
but was struck with presentiment
DeaBeePea 7-28-17
The Second Bowl
before I walked away
a gentle hand did appear
and a beautiful smile joined me
a new bowl with message clear
but that was not all
as a little dish went beside
white and creamy
speckled with green in chide
I had nothing to lose
so I went on attack
each chip accompanied
by a yoghurtish smack
that slightly sour taste
vinegared to delight
and the parsley and garlic
I was unable to fight
pickled in fancy
dillish dreamland appeared
as each gobbet dove
into this sauce so revered
I pulled up a chair
and accepted my fate
I would stay here the night
on this tuberish date
DeaBeePea 7-28-17
To and From
to and from
supposes knowledge
of the egg and chicken
in poultry college
where did God step in
in his recipe universal
from creation to
weather dispersal
I begin where I end
in cyclical force
taking a trip
to rational divorce
and when a gift
is given from me
it's like a bottle
sent out to sea
dedication to no one
except abiding love
a modest touch of my hand
with an uncertain glove
and in my birth
roots so infinite and deep
and my future eroding
in a marrowed creep
DeaBeePea 7-26-17
Rocky
I have written in the stones
my prayers and hope
as I peacefully meditate
in my slow mindful lope
the scratches are thoughts
of goodwill and faith
spreading the word
to blanket the wraith
extinguishing fear
in my wooded place
as I touch the pebbles
and their hard etched face
DeaBeePea 7-25-17
Written in Stone 1
the stele so inscribed
serendipitously found
from Nabataean tomb
in incense burning womb
honouring Bostra's fortune
a painter of Hadrian
allegiance to the City
in Greek propinquity
DeaBeePea 7-25-17
Written In Stone 2
favour from the deity
in stone a request
asking for peace
with enscripted caprice
E'lat is the God
of this holy request
as the drawings dance
in their stony trance
DeaBeePea 7-25-17
Written in Stone 3
the families message
in Safaitic script
nomadic notions
of inscripted potions
they look like sketches
of child-like impression
the the essence is pride
on the deserts dry tide
DeaBeePea 7-25-17
Early
Up this early
makes me surly
back to bed
for this sleepyhead
DeaBeePea 7-25-17
Sequel to Early
couldn't get back to sleep
I heard every little beep
So I put on a sock
and went for a walk
DeaBeePea 7-25-17
Sequel to Sequel
I am now home again
the most relaxed of men
now confronting my day
and it's confusing fray
DeaBeePea 7-25-17
Monday's Challenge?
Monday is the common challenge
no one wants it
after Saturdays foray
and Sunday's restful day
some take it in stride
others moan and groan
but you have to start somewhere
and Monday is the dare
so as I contemplate this
the afternoon is beginning
and I have achieved some satisfaction
by kicking this day in the butt
DeaBeePea 7-24-17
Good, Bad, Ugly
This is
in culmination
how I have viewed myself
in my insecure station
ugliness
during pubescence
embarrassed and sad
in a shell of essence
bad at times
especially in guilt
my evil thoughts
my personality quilt
Good, my delight
growing like a flower
still work to do
for love to empower
DeaBeePea 7-23-17
Rabid
what has me rabid
and foaming at the mouth
wild and corybantic
infuriated and frantic?
and let mew say
it's not as simple
as first does appear
from our initial jeer
there are many things
like hatred and bigotry
cruelty and violence
and stubborn defiance
but they are a sickness
and though they are bad
they are social disease
that hope can appease
but deliberate injustice
and ignoring the poor
unfortunate and week
their victories we seek
those with power protect
the positions they have
and stomp on the rest
in an arrogant jest
so yes I am frenzied
extremist and crazed
berserk and furious
fervent and delirious
I have flipped my lid
over this inequity
sizzling and raging
at this corrupt upstaging
DeaBeePea 8-9-17
IMPACT
once and a while
someone has impact
and it's a simple thing
with the loveliest ring
it's called friendship
the greatest gift
giving a bit of their heart
in loving art
painting themselves
and signing their name
and handing me
a brush of glee
or spinning words
that make me dance
or sing a song
where we belong
it's the only jounce
that really matters
this sharing delight
so warm and bright
DeaBeePea 7-20-17
Morning
I will be gone before
the challenge comes
so I'll respond later today
to the sound of distant drums
DeaBeePea 7-26-17
Curious
being curious
relieves the spread
of furiosity
my tendency to be usurious
never quelling
my spuriosity
these notions never injurious
just imagination
forever just "lovurious"
DeaBeePea 7-23-17
Pardon Me!
I am so sorry
that I am me
I know I'm crazy
not everyone's tea
I say silly things
and sometimes in humour
my tainted sarcasm
spreads a rumour
and I talk too much
I will try to shut up
but I'm just that way
runneth over my cup
but I really mean well
ne're a mean spirit
a have a good message
and I hope you hear it
so I bid adieu
in hopeful glee
have a good day
and PARDON ME!!
DeaBeePea 7-21-17
Mismatched
so many years
that I thought
I was a mismatch
not good enough
at any one thing
just a surface to scratch
nothing much to offer
other than just a hug
and an honest smile
I cried a bit
but also laughed
turning that momentous dial
but now I see
that there is no contest
for ribbons of red
just the ability to love
and encourage friends
goodwill to spread
I need no prize
for I have won
the chance of being me
flawed and foolish
but relentlessly inspired
with inquisitive glee
DeaBeePea 7-18-17
Mismatch 2
I am argyle
waiting for my mate
maybe stuck in the dryer
wondering for his fate
I've been stashed
in a special and lonely place
that drawer for oddballs
somewhat of a disgrace
but someone heard me crying
and opened the place to me
wondering what was the matter
and looking in to see
they saw my spotted tear
and picked me up so soft
"I wonder what to do with you"
their voice a gentle waft
"I'll wear you with my sailor sock"
if the one of left I find
it will look pretty crazy
like I'm totally out of mind"
I was so happy to be paired
with that stripey sock of navy
so now being a mismatch
has actually become my gravy
DeaBeePea 7-18-17
When the Tide Turns
the choice of many shores
heart and soul to bide
floating to life anew
your turning of the tide
the fear can take you west
no sense to let you guide
no faith or hope to grow
your turning of the tide
a monotonous compromise
takes you east in stride
complacent and pale sands
your turning of the tide
it is the final conclusion
some wishes put aside
a quiet southern journey
your turning of the tide
you are angered by the state
a northern wind of chide
running away from chance
your turning of the tide
ambition waits your hands
conquering directions lied
the untrodden paths are free
your turning of the tide
then you unlock your mind
a cyclonic spin untied
a globe of wondering awe
your turning of the tide
DeaBeePea 8-16-17
Festival Bird
as small as a peanut
scratches in speech
a feather-spayed smile
and inaudible screech
the hendrix of art
a memory that slips
no southern comfort
but memorable quips
on thin ice
a bird bath for all seasons
and chords that rock
the concept of reason
weak in flight
but loyal and firm
as the Z-ing continues
a forever term
sunglasses in tow
on this aquarian expositioin
watermelon to fit
for summer's inquisition
the stage is set
for what is forever
this infinite harmony
the hopeful peace of never
DeaBeePea 8-17-17