The Quieter Woodpecker
(The unique ladder-backed woodpecker)
a southwestern peck
of arid and bushy
and lands of desert
searching for a cushy
...manner to eat
on softer terrain
how about a cactus?
it asks in refrain
it's ladder backed striped
in thickets and sand
small, in black and white
with an egg-shell band
smaller bills
and red crowned male
calling prickles home
insects and larvae, in pulpous jail
but the fruit suggests
a gourmet diet
as the softer barks
makes a peck more quiet
DeaBeePea 6-23-15
SPICES
the cooks catalyst
like a planted bomb
decorating the sublime
with it's zesty aplomb
savory or hot
bitter or sweet
whatever it's character
in blandness defeat
mixed with karela
shallots and Thai's
it explodes in your mouth
in an exciting surprise
the peppers and leaves
dance in your mouth
as the tumeric sings
calypsos of south
baby bok choy
and the quiet coriander
tease your palette
as the taste meanders
the joy of these flavours
derived from seed
along with the condiments
my imaginations deed
DeaBeaPea 6-26-15
The Chronic Doodler
There once was a doodler
who couldn't stop
he began one day
with an innocent bop
his girlfriend called
she chattered so incessant
so he started to doodle
as a crazed convalescant
the cirlcles and dots
and lines and patterns
started to resemble
an image of saturn
but finally the paper
broke through in exhaustion
and he was marking the table
in unconscious faustian
hours later,
to him unknown
he was through the table
and on the floors tiled zone
scraping a mural
through the checkered design
she said goodby
two days later
his location unsure
until they found the crater
through the floor he had gone
into the basement
scribing a hole
causing severe displacement
he was revived back to life
his pen in hand
asking "Are you still on the line?"
I have drawn something grand!
DeaBeePea 6-26-15
WAVES...
music comes in waves
some are almost silent
and some crescendo
into enclaves almost violent
the anticipation of notes
as they spell an intimate feeling
teasing emotions
leaving your heart reeling
they gather like a storm
as the colours darken
tipped in white
that desires your hearken
but the surprise ovation
catches your whims
your mood has altered
as the cascade rolls and brims
brass and woodwind swirls
and percussive blurts
crooning voices swimming
and bass line quirts
they start in the still
requiring a question
that stirs the passion
causing beach blown expression
the conductor is me
equating and revolving
spinning in illusion
the next breaker resolving
DeaBeePea 6-29-15
The Web
deep-sea vines
and golden fishes
winding through
her ocean wishes
anemone bubbles
and anubia leaves
floating and whispering
as the salts are weaved
the lady is smitten
and amazed in wonder
then disappears
into her dreams... quiet plunder
DeaBeePea 6-22-15
LOSS
loss surprises me
as mocking as a warm December breeze
it tells you that you'll be sad
and you find yourself, a victim of tease
loss amazes me
so miscalculated and mysteriously discoloured
it tells you of worlds end
and transports you in dullard
loss evokes me
so filled with hidden memories
begging for your forgiveness
knawing like a slab of emery
loss motivates me
it give me purpose and passionate cause
as I shake my head
in the amazement of emotional gauze
loss makes me thankful
for understanding my greed
and appreciating the tranquil beauty
of the souls of what were my feed
DeaBeePea 6-21-15
An Ode to "Dad"
Sac-ra-mo
his favourite word
with eyebrows raised
his spirit lured
silent humour
seldom clamorous
a romantic side
decorum in amorous
a jubilee of cherries
his gold rum flamed
toasting our clan
a proudness he claimed
a scotch and a malt
our glasses clinked
a special feeling
of our love so linked
words seldon said
but the special moments
it was clear of our miracle
and the hurrah that foments
hitting the ball
sometimes from bunker
skilled in club
with occasional clunker
southern vacations
and beaches of gold
an inner excursion
to his heart foretold
a nostagic soul
of brotherly times
Connaught misadventures
in shortage of dimes
wartime and peace
a hesitant persuasion
constantly seaching
for a serene equation
fragility and pain
sadness of strength
committed to right
and kind at length
he grew with his progenies
until his passing
the words of love
finally trespassing
saying "I love you"
meant so much to me
a blessed embrace
when Mother was free
I seem to remember you
more each day
I enjoyed the entree
from my Fathers tray
DeaBeePea 6-20-15
Brush Off the Dust
brushing off dust
could involve my rust
an aging crust
but still of lust
of growing trust
and emotional thrust
speak out I must
or else I'll bust
my beliefs so trussed
to avoid a gust
my life is sussed
though slightly mussed
not sure why I fussed
all those years being bused
as I put down my brush
the bristles have blushed
DeaBeePea 6-20-15
Whatever happened to shag carpet?
without my knowledge
not taught in college
a comeback is here
shag carpet will appear
it is apparently from articles
selling in many particles
and colours of vivid
making broadloom livid
area rugs and room size
in new synthetic guise
creating a setting
that involves us letting
our hair hang down
in hippyish gown
mammas and pappas
or electric Zappa
but important to bare
is the Nanna Ditzel Egg Chair
it goes with the rug
and adds to the snug....
DeaBeePea 6-18-15
Don't Look Back
One thing is to be aware
that Murphy's Law does stare
and invite in us fear
waiting for that jeer
yes indeed, I agree
that it will happen to me
but the imporant thing
is not to fling
into an empty world
where doubt has swirled
be brave and face
that possible disgrace
that mortal storm
might be the norm
but the peace that arrives
with faith that dives
into a pool of ocean
and loving devotion
DeaBeePea 6-19-15
The Terminal Topiary
living
through eternal light
dancing
a silver waltz
sprouting
leaves of love
rooting
for aliment salts
squirming
in restless fatigue
eyes
in nervous fear
praying
for friends prevail
death
might open new sphere
DeaBeePea 6-12-15
SOFTNESS
we all seem to like
things that are soft
a fluffy pillow
and Charmine used oft
they say don't squeeze
but we can't resist
it feels so good
and a squeak might exist
a blanket of snow
is nice until
it gets a crust
and causes a spill
clothes that are gentle
plush and fluffy
are nice to wear
as long as not scruffy
girls like angora
pink or white
kind of alluring
in kittenish sight
but I also might add
about people of soft
kind and forgiving
and breezy in waft
always looking
at bright side with hope
and accepting those
for what they are in scope
so thinking of those
in flocculent cuddle
a pleasant whim
that can cause befuddle
DeaBeePea 6-17-15
She Put Peanuts in Her Cottage Cheese
You think she is kidding
absolutely not
for this is the recipe
that time forgot
the cottage cheese
pickle-peanut sandwich
is so much better
than that crap called manwich
peanut butter
and that cheese well cottaged
with diced dill pickle
so tangy in wattage
then dipped in egg
and milk so creamy
and browned in oil
WOW... so dreamy!!
DeaBeePea 6-16-15
Icing Head
They called her
icing head...
of ganache
...with panache
and there
was good reason
her hair was amazing
regardless of season
sometimes a cream cheese
gooey concoction
was on her head
stirring an auction
other times it was
marzipan frosting
to raise it so high
was quite exhausting
on her bird-cage doo
What was it costing?
so elaborate and proud
dancing in a whirl
Sitting on her curls
in fabulous swirls
sometimes adorned
with tropical fruit
the tutti-fruiti girl
vividly cute
I asked her out
but she curtly said snafoo
for you can't have your icing
and eat it too
DeaBeePea 6-16-15
I Found It
it must have
bounced off the sofa leg
and rolled across the floor
hit the baseboard
and deflected off the door
and then
rolled down the hall
entered the bedroom
snuck under the bed
undecided to loom
coming out
on the other side
hitting the headboard
finally stopping
no longer soared
but I don't see
why I bothered
looking for that pea....
DeaBeePea 4-1-15
Reply to Becky's Sunrise
sun cascading
over leaves of aquamarine
spilling it's rays
oding halcyon days
like a champagne tower
symmetrical flow
streaming on petals
kissing in floral glow
a shimmering bath
for birds of henna
as the loungers await
lovers in senna
tropical glory
sand and flush
as we repose in smile
my modest blush
DeaBeePea 4-1-15
ON and ON
if all life's switches
were on and on
the options would be few
in our daily stew
it would be hard to rest
and we could only rely
on nature's darkness
and our inner starkness
to create a peace
without constant clicking
and having to consult
decision's potential exult
but we do have an off
but we must be careful
as it could be abused
and intolerantly used
DeaBeePea 7-11-16
