Having lunch with...
Hitler
would be my reich
and because of fear
I might take a hike
Hitchcock
food of suspense
and an ominous soliloquy
that might not make sense
Monroe
my food would be hot
spicy for sure
I would like it a lot
Trump
I think I'll be sick
and what he says
I don't give a lick
Huxley
a philosophical repast
a brave new recipe
that cooks really fast
Bow
that flapping meal
of irresistible flavour
what a deal!
Malala
covered with valor
each bite is faith
from emotional pallor
Jesus
not the last supper
a mountainous feast
with a bramble cupper
No one
eating quickly
in aimless haste
my anticipation is prickly
DeaBeePea 10-26-17
Irrelevant
what is irrelevant?
a trunkless elephant
or an idealistic leader
or a bookless reader
an ignored child
or a man so mild
a rudderless ship
or a computer blip
poetry of dreams
or clothes without seams
silent movies
and things that are groovy
non-organic hairspray
and non-electronic play
Postum before the noon
and whistling in a croon
resorting to a game show
in a mindless flow
the weather doesn't matter
avoiding social natter
I am just a mollecule
running out of fuel
but I'm celebrating awe
before my energetic thaw
DeaBeePea 10-26-17
Once Upon A Time
there was a man
of power hunger
a rather simple mind
if he had one at all
he said stupid things
and looked rather strange
and many good people
hoped he would fall
but this does not
tell of one man
for there have been many
of this ridiculous blend
but it seems to be
getting worse and worse
is there a way
to put a stop to this trend?
some kind of revolution
of social-democratic taste
perceived years ago
by men of morality
but there seems no end
to this political story
greed and hate
of this evil totality
DeaBeePea 10-24-17
It Shouldn't Exist, But it Does
questions of ego
a controversial spell
occasionally something
that needs to be quelled
normal or pathological
and those impulsive desires
libidinal and aggressive
as sanity tires
whether id or super
unconscious or defensive
arriving at self
rather apprehensive
Alice misunderstood "glory"
as a knock-down egg replied
she argued of his define
but he spoke in contemptuous pride
he was master that's all
in arrogant sppec
twisting each word
his pedestal to reach
loving those verbs
that move with power
owned by the ego
and it's pelting shower
DeaBeePea 10-24-17
Is This It?
Yes it is, I said
when I showed her
my countryside trickle
that crawls
What did you expect
Niagara Falls?
DeaBeePea 10-24-17
Yes it is, I said
when I showed her
my old AMC car
that rumbles and hisses
What did you expect
the backseat with kisses?
DeaBeePea 10-24-17
Yes it is, I said
when I showed her my poem
a simple verse
tied in humorous bow
What did you expect
Edgar Allan Poe?
DeaBeePea 10-24-17
Yes it is, I said
when i gave her breakfast
cold cereal
and an apple I picked
What did you expect
Eggs Benedict?
DeaBeePea 10-24-17
Yes it is, I said
when I gave her a gift
a little box
of peanut brittle
You only deserve
a modest tittle
DeaBeePea 10-17-24
Yes it is, I said
when I posed
in life-drawing repose
on this sunny day
What did you expect
an enormous display?
DeaBeePea 10-24-17
Transparent
am I a cellophane man?
hard to unravel
sealing in my thoughts
storing my gavel
or a gentleman of glass
cracked from stones
rigid but breakable
aching in bones
or a plexied chap
directing pucks
shot at me
with wayward ducks
or do my gossamer wings
have the strength
to take me away
to my tensile length
does my journey seem
a diaphanous plan
understood by those
who think they can
join me in deifying
what is right
despite our questions
of proper light
whether or not I am
of a transpicuous bent
I ponder
my life of rent
temporary but pellucid
except my reality
a translucent onion
fried to insanity
but it's all in the air
the fumbling dream
what is the colour
of love, supreme
DeaBeePea 11-2-17
Remnants
candy wrappers
and apple cores
pumpkin chunks
and over-knocked doors
trick-or-treat echoes
broken-stringed masks
worn-out bags
and over-looked tasks
egg shell stickings
and turned-off lights
deserted graveyards
and over-stretched tights
rumbling stomachs
and tired kids
late for school
and favourite costume bids
saints and martyrs remembered
and pagan roots
Samhain celebration
and aggregate fruits
we'll miss those colours
of harvest red
and comical tricks
and late to bed
ghosts and goblins
and thoughts horror
realizations
of our fear explorer
of orange and candle
that grimacing face
says goodnight
to our tattered grace
DeaBeePea 11-1-17
Hallowe'en Memories
the deck a platform
of carefree dreams
laughter and scrams
those anticipating beams
witches and broomsticks
pirates and Queens
superheroes and tramps
tromping on this scene
the echo of feet
on this outdoor floor
adorned in gothic
and pumpkins decor
it rocked and hummed
of kids and purrs
spooky noises
and a misty blurr
and under the jack 'o lantern
came a scary groan
the youngsters weren't sure
what to think of this moan
some were suspecting
others frightened
waiting for clues
for an answer enlightened
how could it be
that this orange face
makes these sounds
in this hallowed place
finally someone
had the courage to look
under the table
that quivered and shook
then a knock
from inside the box
that upheld the figure
that seemed so unorthodox
there's someone in there
the surprised boy yelled
so i finally was unplanted
from this suffocating cell
It's me I acknowledged
with a hearty laugh
and the little ones chuckled
sharing this quaff
I hope my kids appreciated
my silly excursion
into Hallowe'en hi-jinks
of a cardboard emersion
DeaBeePea 10-31-17
To the Moon (Welcome Winter)
gee Ralph
you'd better wear a scarf
those cold winds are blowing
winter's in the knowing
what do you mean dear
it's simply balmy out
the buses bear no snow tires
and no need for fires
sorry Ralph, I'm just excited
I love the coming season
all those bitter storms
and those lovely snowy swarms
I think you're crazy
how can you like that mess
in fear of sounding callous
Too the moon Alice!
DeaBeePea 10-28-17
Is this a Song?
sirens whistling
a startling blast
or sometimes sermonous
dying fast
accidents or attacks
omen or death
sometimes waiting
with bated breath
flames of fire
burning the past
memories dwindling
why sadly asked
as traffic pulls over
a moments pause
to question life
and its changing laws
sometimes we think
it's someone other
blinded by
the smokey smother
DeaBeePea 10-27-17
Half- Baked
if you don't plan
you'll be mad
and running around
half-baked
using old yeast
and stale flour
kneading hard
failure staked
ignoring altitude
and state of mind
depressing crust
and soggy centre
like my brain
enclosed in metal
swirling and thumping
needing mentor
in the rye-est humour
with honeyed blend
no rhyme or raisin
for this tragic loaf
I'm dusty now
in current fluff
explaining this
in modern strophe
but apple butter
fresh and tart
will tantalize
this state of sink
avoiding the drain
of lousy bread
as hours were wasted
putting me on the brink
DeaBeePea 11-9-17
I've Been Told
Yes I have been...
but I have to say
it is of no consequence
of their verbal lay
for they are coming
from a different planet
and I don't care
so I just fan it
all the crap
from people who claim
to have my best interest
in this silly game
for I am an expert
on one very thing
and that is me
and what makes me ring
so I appreciate the thought
but simply "bug off"
I don't need your advice
your thoughts I doff
I am not bitter
just old and wise
so excuse my bluntness
and guffawing cries
DeaBeePea 11-8-17
BINGE
a result of anxiety
many say
a form of satisfaction
in breathless play
stuffed or fatigued
in obsessive habit
hopping and knawing
like a bunny-rabbit
it grows and grows
into a hoard
filling your life
as a diving board
ready to jump
and blow it all up
an explosive mistake
a running-over cup
no rum or reason
or snacking theme
but it can happen
even in a dream
and if that does happen
it's a bit less severe
you can survive it
without shedding a tear
but I have to go
it's coffee time
my sixth cup this morning
that muddy slime
DeaBeePea 11-7-17
My mind has gone completely out the window...
crash
a bloody splash
imagination
making people dash
splat
my brain goes blat
everywhere
on the sidewalk mat
"Shit!"
goes this mighty skit
beholding
this tragic split
Laugh
if you can graph
a smile, despite
this tragic gaff
Spray
my bloody clay
earthbound
forever and a day
sweep
this dreary bleep
staining
our pleasant sleep
pray
that this is a "may"
forgiving
my foolish play
fear
of an unlikely cheer
no more words
the end is here
DeaBeePea 11-6-17
Turning to Dust
that last minute thrust
before I turn to dust
making life a drama
each day a new pajama
pillowing my life
avoiding mental strife
reading and writing
but no one is biting
hey, I just caught one
a word of much fun
a unique perspective
without a clear directive
but this wispy pile
lasting its linty while
seems to be forever
controversially clever
but in humility I declare
in my rather corrosive air
I will not sweep my cinders
in fear of slicing flinders
so on this perilous journey
on this seemingly infinite gurney
I will be carried by love
if push comes to shove
DeaBeePea 11-5-17
NIPPY
I was unhappy
so I took a nip
and got a bit tipsy
and was told "Go take a dip"
I was very happy
so I took a nip
carousing and screaming
one could say I was ripped
So as I write this
along with a little nip
I count my blessings
with each and every sip
life is good, I surmise
sometimes a pip
and in a whiskey shot
my imagination yips
in a calming lull
I take a momentary grip
putting on the lid
pondering tomorrow;s quip
DeaBeePea 11-5-17
Getting Up
I got up this morning
with obligations stare
wondering why
I must be fair
well I'm guilty again
of giving myself credit
for being noble
when I need an edit
I'm doing it because
I want to be there
even though I'm denying
that I really care
I shouldn't be ashamed
of being a part
of some boring things
that don't give me a start
it's called community
and brotherly love
so I'm there in person
when push comes to shove
DeaBeePea 11-4-17
Listen Here
Listen here
you imbecile
your raining on my parade
some people
are stupid (not just you)
and should hide in the shade
they believe you
and your cretinous ideas
that are simply dense
and the way things are going
I'm going split
and climb the fence
you want me to listen,
well fat chance Charlie
that'll be the day
it's your turn
to pay an auditor's heed
and finish off this play
be the character
who goes and jumps in a lake
drowning is your option
but be reassurance
I will make it my goal
to quell your ridiculous adoption
of single-minded lunacy
laughable (if not tragic)
and honesty, pathetic
so we can turn to a page
of reasonable sanity
now that would be copacetic
DeaBeePea 11-10-17
Ashes
scattered
but not alone
accompanying the spirit
with
the living bone
DeaBeePea 11-19-17
Ashes
they've taken
their bashes
this residue of fire
associated with death
and the testimonial choir
DeaBeePea 11-19-17
Ashes
light and grey
a puff away
from saying goodbye
heaven
the highest sigh
DeaBeePea 11-19-17
Ashes
piled ashes
the past and its stashes
flitting about
when the wind blows
reminding us of clashes
DeaBeePea 11-19-17
Ashes
cooling quickly
after hot coal days
when flames were blue
reaching
for chimney's flue
DeaBeePea 11-19-17
Ashes
my home is an urn
an interesting turn
when once
I was objective
and eager to learn
DeaBeePea 11-19-17
Ashes
don't drown me
please
'cause when I get wet
I become mucky slop
and I get upset
DeaBeePea 11-19-17
Ashes
cremation happens
and I am proof
I'm a result of death
and
remain aloof
DeaBeePea 11-19-17
Ashes
where to put me
so often a query
does it really matter?
after all
I am maneuvered into
a spiritual theory
DeaBeePea 11-19-17
Ashes
incomplete combustion
saves my life
as a matter of fact
it's the reason
for my existence so rife!
DeaBeePea 11-19-17
Ashes
for potash I'm here
and on the bottom
of incinerators face
and, a cigar's resting place
I'm sacred as Vibhuti
and pulverized from fuel
from the boiler I fly
with a volcanic goodbye
DeaBeePea 11-19-17
Ashes
I am simply cinereous
pale and quiet
and offering a look
of a serious diet
a complexion of pale
so very dull
an uninspired appearance
like a pallid skull
DeaBeePea 11-19-17
Ashes
put ashes in the dump
it's where they belong
as long as they're cool
it's not really wrong
DeaBeePea 11-19-17
Ashes
My last ash poem
is to remind you all
of my disinfecting talent
so hygienic I boast
I'm really quite gallant.
DeaBeePea 11-19-17
Murmuring Walls
let's be forgiving
and not put them down
those murmuring walls
and their cornered stalls
we bang our heads
and throw a plate
and slap with paste
in unduly haste
painting too
over and over
it's certainly not a walk in the park
whether flashy, or simply stark
and all those pictures
and tapestries displayed
What am I? Chopped liver?
speaking in angry quiver
so who can not excuse
these grunts and groans?
they are not treated well
in their doorwayed spell.
DeaBeePea 11-20-17
A tribute to Arthur Prior, my grandfather. World War I took his life, and I think to this day how sad my mother always was, even if she held it inside. I knew. Not a poem I can write without breaking. Have to always find a celebration within me. Not always easy.
Missed
I miss him
though we never met
my grandpa
with that twinkling set
sparkling eyes
and moustache so firm
a whimsical smile
where love is affirmed
saying goodbye
on that ominous day
family on steps
with nothing to say
just a strange sadness
not sure why
all this was happening
with no way to cry
daddy is gone
the thought breaks me down
I can barely write
I feel like a clown
trying to look up
to be thankful for bravery
justifying
this faithful slavery
I wish for my mom
a father to share
she never knew him
in Heaven so bare
maybe now
in the willowy place
they are talking right now
in a reuniting embrace
DeaBeePea 11-11-17
Listen Here
Listen here
you imbecile
your raining on my parade
some people
are stupid (not just you)
and should hide in the shade
they believe you
and your cretinous ideas
that are simply dense
and the way things are going
I'm going to split
and climb the fence
you want me to listen,
well fat chance Charlie
that'll be the day
it's your turn
to pay an auditor's heed
and finish off this play
be the character
who goes and jumps in a lake
drowning is your option
but be reassured
I will make it my goal
to quell your ridiculous adoption
of single-minded lunacy
laughable (if not tragic)
and honesty, pathetic
so we can turn to a page
of reasonable sanity
now that would be copacetic
DeaBeePea 11-10-17