WE ARE AT THE CROSSROADS!!
THE BIG DISCONNECT
Government
Irrelevant and fatal
It has lost its vision
With its misplaced incision
Where are the people
In all of this?
Walking in puddles
And searching through mist
I would rather have a machine
The hateful leaders
Making decisions
With logical precision
So we have two choices
One is to figure out
How to clasp palms
Re-adjoining our doubt
The other to ignore
Carry on in space
A community revolution
With democratic devolution
It’s the worst it can get
This ignorant movement
Air-headed days
Of reversed improvement
So if anarchy is the way
Let’s give it a whirl
Anything is better than this
I ponder, in poetic bliss.
DeaBeePea 3-13-18
Editing
Yes, I write
And ideas take flight
Embellished tales
With a sarcastic bite
Nothing stops
It’s a downpour of thought
And lazy dreams
That imagination bought
No initial purpose
Just an exposition of mind
That despite its rigour
Intends to be kind
I like the bareness
And honest spark
It sends a light
Through soulful dark
And others pen
With ink of power
Inspiring hope
But doubts so sour
The messages are clean
Unfiltered and true
And are sometimes confusing
In their personal spew
But they are they
And I am I
And when it comes to edit
There is a constant sigh
But with my friends
Of diligent spy
we assist each other
and might share a cry
punctuation is one thing
and premise may be questioned
but attacking purpose
brings forth indigestion
so we bring forth intent
and honest hearts
but must be open
to interpretive parts
and in my finality
I have to state
You get what you get
And that is my bait!
DeaBeePea 3-12-18
Permeating
Ongoing process
An invasion
But my filter
Is a clean persuasion
The challenge is constant
Many shots
But most are balls
That bounce away in blots
Soft or hard
The razor is dull
Because it isn’t personal
In its stupid lull
Line after line
Of scattered thought
That dark and light
Have permanently bought
I often laugh
Holding back tears
Of hardened emotions
Through so many years
And it sounds so simple
To talk of love
And its celebrative passion
That fits like a glove
But it brings a smile
Thinking of those
Who are so bright
Wearing happy clothes
DeaBeePea 3-12-18
Am I Ready?
the springtime message
the miracle breath
an anointing of hope
an answer to death
redefining our steps
as we remember past years
knowing the resplendence
and the happiest tears
but am I ready?
in my cautious slumber
to tackle this blessing
avoiding my cumber
my head now turns
seeing the light
and the silent smiles
that simmer so bright
so I jerk myself
to avoid the for granted
and kick my heels
for a path so canted
DeaBeePea 4-28-18
Slippery Bridges
this supernatural dance
this lady of aura
a powerful wavelength
of spindly arms in flora
this blessing is new
as history is brief
only the togas of wealth
and jewels for a thief
her murexial shell
protects her from the vicious
with a luxurious sheen
to bridges propitious
the gamma rays instill
this magical walk
holding the rails
in this mysterious talk
losing consciousness
in a romantic haze
satiny and dignified
through rainless days
mourning and pomposity
are always threats
but our princess, no worries
or darkened regrets
the music continuous
evoking endurance
of love and the soul
in my dreamlike occurrence
DeaBeePea 4-28-18
Why I Write
I have nothing better to do
it is as simple as that
if I attempt other things
I become a rat
knawing at life
tasting the beggar's toes
losing my soul
in thoughtless throes
in unconscious mind
I scribble my notions
and come across
some deadly potions
love and laughter
and the absurdities a float
building bridges
to cross my moat
a mental fear
that disappears
when I grab my quill
and collect my tears
they form a pond
that soothes my skin
and I swim in joy
with a sheepish grin
and I thank my cronies
of creative lilt
for love and kindness
as we needle our quilt
DeaBeePea 4-28-18
Am I Going
(Thank Rebecca for Going to Mars)
I don't want to terraform
with my lens
and my skidoo
a lightweight super-fast jet-boat
traveling through the drips
of melting countries glue
this panorama of turquoise, fuchsia and rose
my large telescopic eyes
amazed at the pods in view
the contrails are mesmerizing
spelling a condensation trail
amidst the blood of blue
pondering my arrival
in carbon dioxide and frozen water
searching for a clue
if those impact craters so welcoming
are marks of glistening saucers
or meteors that blew
the Roman God of war awaits
as I travel in the time of sol
pelted by morning's dew
the heliocentric reality
of Mr. Copernicus' mind
spells out my destinations pew
my unpolluted mind is joyous
hoping for a message
the palate for which I drew
DeaBeePea 4-28-18
Fertile
Thank you to Rebecca Huklit
this explosive miracle
spinning
daisies in the dew
as searching eyes blew
thoughts of hope
reproduction
red feathers of the sun
the splashing leaves do run
this floral kaleidoscope
snaking
in a global sphere
in this bright four season year
celebrating infinity
stewardship
meandering love
and the Mesopotamian dove
but the hostility wanes
Purity
as the fillets are knotted
and festivities plotted
this blossoming world
Alleluia
the golden green trails
and passionate sails
guiding us over seas
Gently
the float is our dream
in our silent scream
DeaBeePea 4-30-18
RECTIFY
yes this can be done
but the playing field
is besot with landmines
and manipulating rules
so first you have to clarify
intent and values
sometimes not lucid
by those luxurious swimming pools
so maybe it's better
to forget the whole damn thing
and be protective
of rights within
and slowly speak
with an honourable patience
and look for a breath
with a new found spin
but that inhale and sigh
may never come
until the plan
is thought deviously through
so that arena must be altered
with humankind's heart
and it might take years
or an infinite ensue
so I must rectify
this saddening doubt
incremental and firm
swimming in lively lakes
peace be with you
and loving smiles
conquering confidence
no drowning mistakes
DeaBeePea 4-30-18
Conversation
Thank you to Rebecca Hulit
the snail of the sea
and one of fresh water
came to a meeting
and one brought their blotter
but a problem occurred
when the land snail failed
to arrive at this soiree
solutions to have nailed
this pulmonate gathering
was not about speed
but heliciculture
and its threatening deed
although the newest use
as wrinkle cream
was certainly discussed
it was not an integral theme
the garlic scare
was certainly expounded
and using it for escargot
was really unfounded
and an intellectual talk
of an evolutionary nature
from gills to lungs
and this human-like stature
they gnawed their radula
in grinding anger
that actually sounded
a deafening clangour
and of course they referred
to being misnamed
being called a slug
was like being framed
they concluded little
but continuing their lore
progress was slow
in their pontificating bore
DeaBeePea 4-30-18
Death
shall I discourage
with this earthy title
making you cringe
in this tempting recital
it is a worthy topic
of smiling conference
bringing an end
to a terminal reference
when the time comes
of physical release
will I know hope
and joy's hopeful lease
will I remember
all that is good?
and thinking that I
did the best that I could
don't carry regret
to that breathless day
because you will continue
to suffer the fray
live life with passion
and remember no lines
dividing us forever
in jail-like confines
encourage the me
to sparkle and glitter
in a modest light
in an innocent chitter
speak of the miracle
of each shining star
and believe in creation
as the beginning of are
use any language
and version of us
that speaks of our evolution
as a story thus
of infinite life
and never-ending tales
each chapter a moment
as our spirit sails
DeaBeePea 5-17-18
Hope
is it too much
to ask
that hope is the
emotion to bask
instead of cynicism
and shaking heads
stress
and tossing in beds
cannot morality
be the number one issue
and everything else
be a floating tissue
simple words
like love and passion
dictating our day to days
an overflowing ration
peace and respect
and modest giving
without concern
for material living
yes for consideration
and no of intoleration
realizing our imperfection
help without hesitation
it's not that hard
just an open heart
and a minutes thought
for a caring compart
DeaBeePea 5-15-14
Deviation
am I aware of deviation?
in my repetitive patterns
setting a goal
of arbitrary role
doing things
that are the same
but each time vary
as my consciousness does carry
a wayward emotion
that is new to me
as if I am reborn
into a very strange morn
with a warning sign
of uncontrollability
a strange fear
that something exciting is near
this makes life worth living
in a baffling afront
testing composure
and unpopular exposure
but the freedom exists
in this place of rules
if you follow your heart
in your individual part
fitting in with a smile
and taking turns
encouraging others
in their poetic druthers
so this meandering journey
is really just a breath
the daily being
and joy of fleeing
DeaBeePea 5-12-18
Ode to Ford
there is a man named Doug
and quite frankly
he's kind of a thug
he has no mind that I can see
and has an ego so manic
and the personality of a tree
but actually that's wrong
because trees are pleasant and kind
and sing a happy song
Ford is a model T
that stands for twit
that makes we want to flee
a place I call home
so I pray he loses
so I don't have to roam
he has no idea of what to do
and he speak's in slogans
yes indeed, he has no clue
he connects to the people
who whine and sputter
on their crumbling steeple
blaming and finger pointing
with no direction
certainly not one to be annointing
so hard on the nerves
yes, Mr. Ford is taxing
in his dangerous curves
on his aimless highway
of infrastructural doom
no thanks, I'll do it my way
DeaBeePea 5-7-18
Cinco de Mayo
it is 1862
Pueblo is rustling
the French and Mexicans
and guns are bustling
financial ruin
a desperate plight
Mr. Juarez
the bills, an unpaid sight
the creditors came
from European lands
some compromise was reached
except France with awaiting hands
Napoleon III
a bully was he
carving up lands
in a military spree
stormed in Veracruz
Juarez in retreat
General Charles Latrille de Lorencez
thought be couldn't be beat
the Mexican army
of helpless ragtags
and Indigenous wanderers
of inconsequential flags
the undermanned army
of Zaragoza troops
defended the fort
at Puebla's low stoops
it lasted a day
the French were slaughtered
an impossible victory
the enemy blood-blottered
the resistance was bolstered
and now we celebrate
a symbolic battle
for the underdog mate
DaeBeePea 5-5-18
Tribute to Monty
the ladies auxiliary
flying purses
butts and bruises
and buttock curses
hollow heads
and burpy farts
stone-dead parrots
and nudging parts
early credits
breaking fourth wall
far too silly
a 16-ton fall
And now for something completely different
as Cupid's foot
crushes the title
so aptly put
hide and seek
of olympic scope
the Spanish Inquisition
and the upper-crust dope
the dandy lumberjack
and repeated spam
the cheese shop spoof
and silly walk ham
ill-defined humour
of thought-stopping jolt
leaving me scratching
like a mindless dolt
DeaBeePea 5-3-18
Political Analysis
we are in a state
over-analysis
a paralyzing disease
that has destroyed us
partisanship and quips
a waste
we need one answer only
BS erased
sincerity and integrity
perspective
a focussed view
simply selective
most important is why
dedication
coherent listening
with verbal dictation
when and how
firm
with humour's sense
and a smile of term
aware of purpose
open eyes
stepping softly
but with intentions cries
so let's stop the garble
passion
instinctive reality
honesty's ration
DeaBeePea 5-2-18
REGIONS
exploring myself
my oh my
there are lots of regions
so much to discover
uncharted territory
and very few paths
untested
like that of a cold lover
created by past fears
that must be dissolved
strange polarity
and a temperate zone
planting flags
on special days
when I reach a place
with tired bones
my imagination
is my Santa Maria
as I look for lands
of hopeful words
hoping not to be plundered
which should not happen
for my skull and crossbones
is merely a flock of birds
will the is journey end?
that is hard to say
as there is no destination
other than content
and I suppose I am there
but I still want to travel
there might be a new life
and mystery to unravel
DeaBeePea 4-29-18
Promise
Why keep it
As ponder my past
Trying to think
of thoughts amassed
it was made to others
and myself as well
as long ago
as the farmer’s dell
have I kept any
or does it matter
of what I do
amidst the clatter
I think it does
But it’s hard to know
]ust where I’m at
As old winds blow
The ones to my heart
Are most important of all
And it’s not too late
To take this skate
Thorough my iced-up soul
And finding truth
There is a reason for me
In my emotional youth
DeaBeePea 5-21-18
Morality
We’ve lost our way
Our moral compass
Has fallen
Now broken glass
We look at mission
And fail do define
The heartfelt notes
from the pompous chime
we say yes to arrogance
and stupid claims
offering solutions
of selfish aims
we are blinded to voice
our minds shut off
to simple love
and caring coughs
our throats are dry
from cynical rivers
flowing past us
in tickling quivers
so lets wake up
to the glowing sun
and believe in good
so the hate will run
DeaBeePea 5-21-18
Why
I am not sure why
I just do it
Breathing and snoring
But, it’s never boring
I guess that’s why
It just keeps going
This perpetual motion
That is a poignant potion
Continue to scream
Not sure at all
About being heard
As the cocktail is stirred
People nod
And there seems to be love
But nothings occurs
As the picture blurs
I still have hope,
yes it keeps me going
But I’m losing patience
Fearing impercipience
So I will wake up
With open ears
And not get too worried
About cheers or jeers
DeaBeePea 5-21-18
Political Reality
we must not be too eager
to face political reality
for it is established
in hypocritical duality
we must take hold
of our rightful place
and make our political right
a chance to save face
for the people
is an old phrase indeed
buts still holds true
a momentous creed
but who are these people
some who have poverty
others poverty of mind
losing their charity
there must be a voice
both of love and calm
but loud and harsh
with an open palm
I have no answers
but faith is utmost
in truth and fellowship
and humility in boast
DeaBeePea 5-21-18
Garden Time
Peat moss and mulch
And black earth to boot
Pig manure
for things to root
Bloomsdale spinach
and Simpson lettuce
Icicle radish
And a kale fetish
A garden gnome
And rusty cat
And mushroom ornaments
Now fancy that
Lina Sisco's bird egg bean
And oriental yard
Vines and runners all over the place
And maybe some Swiss Chard
It’s a lot of fun
And some days I sit
And talk to them
And laugh a bit
And the reward is great
As a salad appears
Fresh and tangy
I’m full of cheers
DeaBeePea 5-22-18