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Each day a challenge
for better or worse
going through motions
involving skills diverse
understanding each child
and wife so kind
a privelge indeed
but not always aligned
frustration and impatience
chronicled in mind
analysing procedures
for proactivity inclined
the mood was sour
and air was thick
it was almost impossible
to make compassion stick
things sometimes said
regrettable in failing
apologies inefficacious
in a sincere attempt at bailing
so after much time
a hurtful decision was made
to leave this precedence
to find my life mislaid
my spirit replenished
despite the pain
celebrating friends
and their kindly domain
I still feel erroneous
for those I piqued
but survival meant embark
on a mindlfull wreak
DeaBeePea 7-13-15
Courage
a trait that inspires
but it must be defined
and many are honored
without any chine
true valiance exists
through helpless trials
when it truly appears
that there are no aisles
a place to escape
or an exit lit
or comrades to comfort
in this torturous fit
of those abused
and skinned of hope
they find the mettle
to create a rope
that allows them to climb
from the cellars of hell
and find some peace
in a hidden well
a place to hide
until freedom is found
and to reclaim dignity
in a spirit so drowned
I salute these heroes
and I wish to inherit
an ounce of their valor
in humble merit
DeaBeePea 7-12-15
Ripple
the social ramifications
of this fortified concoction
Buckfast or Buckie
no need for auction
a badge of pride
for those antisocial
originally Benedictine
a tonic to guide
good health promoted
and lively blood
a medicated wine
a bohemian flood
caffeine and potassium
a glycerophosphate blend
a touch of vanillin
a brown bottled trend
the cocktail of neds
hooligans and punks
deprivation and crime
a political spelunk
Wreck the Hoose Juice
or Commotion Lotion
a Glasgow spirit
causing calamitous motion
DeaBeePea 7-11-15
The Opening
Each day
A special cave
As I wake in a desert
In pointless rave
A brief sojourn
Before the entrance
Opens its doors
And magnets my sentence
Each word chosen
To enhance my lines
Poetic glances
That imagination defines
At first its dark
An echoing cavern
But comes to life
As a stalagmite tavern
The patrons are rodents
Winged in telepathy
And my senses arouse
Celebrating natures empathy
The skies aren’t blue
And rain doesn’t fall
But mother speaks
In an affectionate thrall
Childhood controls
In a writers lust
as excursions curiosity
runs, in an immortal thrust
DeaBeePea 7-10-15
Are We There Yet?
anxiety and excitement
intolerant waiting
eager for fun
incessant bating
the answer is no
in frustrated reply
but maybe there's something
we don't know in belie
after all, we could be there
depending on location
an unknown place
of stimulating vocation
a hidden place
of ice cream delights
around the corner
away from the lights
so if the question is asked
don't say no
stop and browse
there might be a show
DeaBeePea 7-8-15
Dragonfly
natures wonder
of iridescent shades
metallic glitter
and cuticle reflection of blue
transparent wings
with pruinous shine
poised in majesty
a pre-eminent arrows pursue
Red-veined darters
and southern hawkers
giants darners
and Emperors of battle
damselflies mistaken
distress in flutter
flourescent males
in silent prattle
marsh skimmers spinning
blue-dancers prance
and the Halloween Pennant
in butterflies hover
as the wetlands recede
the royalty succumbs
to mans imprudence
and his feckless cover
DeaBeePea 7-7-15
Amaranth Shoes and a Panda Bear
the story was told
of pandas once white
in Sichuan hills
the bamboo in flight
no winters rest
Yongle Emperor's gift
a captured zouyu
Kaifeng's shrift
a leopards fear
four shepherdess' came
death pursued
mourning's shame
tears became dye
markings of dark
heroines memories
shadowed arcs
a girl came
in amaranth shoes
and tapped them so gentle
in magic muse
the pixiu eternal
impressions of tiger
sacred and benign
a peaceful geiger
by the Siguniang hill
the story does reign
guarding the mammoth
in immortal fain
the huāxióng bear
and princess of rose
gather for tales
of legends throes
DeaBeePea 7-6-15
Unsung
symbols and webs
our thoughts are abbreviations
as the answer is so long
that it is short
the word might be God
or something of statued image
or a joke that takes our soul
and gives it a vacation
that lets us love someone else
without thinking about why or who
building things
watching them fall down
thinking about reconstruction
and not caring
what will people say
no concern to me, I don't think
I don't know them anyways
I only pretend
what does that make me
defined by time not matter
are we tomorrow or yesterday?
I am now as I see myself
and defined in many eyes
but time and space spin
in unexplainable ways
and as my web is laced
fear overtakes me
because I am afraid of goneness
but what comes in its place
might be better
I am a planet that might collide
with an asteroid of vengeance
or is it just a challenge
defining our next move
on a chess board that is never flat
pain
is the celebration of being alive
and comfort is a temporary reward
convincing us that we are not
what we really are
so our feet step in the rhythm
that our minds seem to take
but we hear drumbeats
that vibrate inside us
the cymbals crash
in finality
a warning of end
but the end is not finished
infinity with torn pages
the glass will always be full
and the wine is our answer
but the questions never stop
leading our quest
the undefined journey
that has to be only one thing
leading to perilous joy
the history of the future
and the future of history
disonant chords that make sense
and make us thirsty
they carry us
in marvelous confusion...
DeaBeePea 7-5-15
Symbols
many symbols
and many icons
but I like the ones
that show the bygones
olde tyme font
and cloche hats drawn
Ford Models T's
and bluebirds at dawn
cabaret silhouettes
and trumpets blown
jitterbug flips
and girls thrown
bouncing curls
and pretty blue bonnets
and crooners songs
that resemble sonnets
rustic log cabins
and maple syrup jars
Grandma's Cookbook
and country bazaars
jaunty jalopies
and picnic baskets
cows in the corn
and tisketty taskets
simple times
and innocense dreamed
old movie recollections
and cold feet streamed
DeaBeePea 7-4-15
Web
the web of deceipt
of criminal deception
engaged in acts
requiring interception
terrible and tangled
this maze of silk
weaving confusion
in frustrated ilk
this web world wide
anxiously perceived
a jungle of games
in profit conceived
but hope is supreme
and reigns its knowledge
a spiders awareness
in our lifelong college
we gather our viscid
spiralling home
our purpose moored
anchored in honours dome
DeaBeePea 7-5-15
NOSE
slighly curved
and wise from age
sniffing for knowlege
to avoid the cage
imprisoned of mind
no place for me
as I wander like a beak
engaging the sea
nostrils flaring
daring rhinitis
anxiously anticipating
my gourmet delitis
saucy Thai pepper
and cumin so sweet
and the smell of sizzle
curling my feet
the odorous morning
and amourous eve
seem to captivate the spirit
of my nasal retrieve
supporting my goggles
large and bold
asking my pupils
to remain on hold
the colours so vivid
my rainbow surrounds
from autumn to gardens
fluorescence abounds
the magical coordinates
of the senses join
in a marvelous community
that my nose does quoin
DeaBeePea 6-3-15
The Head of a Pin
When I see the head of pin
although it isn't thick
I like it better than the other end
because below there lies a prick!
DeaBeePea 7-2-15
A to B
the reaching of point B
sometimes a long trail
but keep in mind
that the process prevails
it is not necessarily
where you end you see
it is what is experienced
along the way I plea
if the path is one
of learning and growth
the end is one
we must ponder in oath
if the journey was good
but the suffix not so
we must be thankful at least
and just try again in know
DeaBeePea 7-2-15
Thrumming
it is not quite strumming
a little less styled
maybe even
without an instrument
drumming on the desk
it could be a pluck
or a note well struck
a nervous type of doodle
without a pen
a kind of musical burlesque
monotonous I am not
at least I don't think so
but I have been known to thrum
on my old guitar
and with a tired thumb
an idle response
to prose that I fail to ink though
thrum de dum
ho de hum
bumming in frivolity
as my hands to tap
in an annoying thrap
arthritis kicks in
as knuckles swell
and bones twinge in spasm
my fingered phrases
fading in chasm
DeaBeePea 6-30-15
