ANGER
I am not usually angry
it's a waste of time
I prefer lazy days
and all things sublime
but the next time someone
tells me to focus
I'll be really pissed off
and tell them to... crap on a crocus...
DeaBeePea 8-23-15
FOCUS
hocus-pocus
takes lots of focus
meandering the listener
with skills of a glison
twisting thoughts
deceiving reality
confusing the issue
with mental modality
de-focussing focus
criss-crossing locus
hazy vision
clouding derision
so gather your intent
and beware of dissent
follow the path
avoiding the wrath
wizardry is impelling
but can fog the image
so stay on the polestar
and complete the scrimmage
DeaBeePea 8-23-15
OBVIOUS
how different we are
common sense travels
in different vehicles
and begins to unravel
environmental design
as nature calls
seems the only way
as the leaves begin to fall
a perfect world
was given to us
but have we forgotten
the roots to discuss
the rules are clear
but many ignore them
a capitalist folly
of emotional phlegm
the foliage surrounds me
a caress I adore
we must be primitive
in our veridian lore
DeaBeePea 8-24-15
Good Morning
happy day glorious friends
be thankful for the sun's bow
and the rain that drowns
our future into now
toil with lust
and rest when needed
follow your heart
and honest love heeded
let yourself dance
even in still
the spiritual magic
of evolution's trill
beauty surrounds
raise your arms in joy
aboriginal faith
and forgiveness employ
DeaBeePea 8-24-25
First Time For Everything
life is bubbles
bouncing and bumping
where time pops
and bursts, forever clumping
so when you start
in a first time attempt
it's actually an explosion
the epoch of tempt
yesterdays and tomorrows
and current juices
create a river
that flows through sluice
controlled by imagination
in timeless wonder
always meant to be
courage and fear do sunder
the delectable travel
as the new idea lives
in your heart forever
where failure forgives...
DeaBeePea 8-26-15
My Toes
my toes are funny
which is quite a stretch
when you consider pain
and representative wretch
curled and bent
rather gross I say
but they do the job
and still allow me to play
arthritic magic
seems to have given a gift
unusual stability
a hard to kno0ck over lift
one might be removed
it's getting in the way
a pretzel like digit
that has it's own sway
but all in all I'm grateful
for these interesting dactyls
they're mine and unique
in their explorative tactile
DeaBeePea 8-28-15
Penumbra Conundrum
as I ponder light
and it's glow on my mind
I assess where i stand
and my reflection to find
am I occluding
as a ray to shine
or a victim of darkness
nowhere to dine?
neither black or white
beckoned by grey
safely in confusion
a perpetual stay
but can I be
a source of flare
creating a glimmer
of hope for the fray?
as I eclipse my thoughts
I challenge my ethos
a penumbra conundrum
avoiding bathos
9-1-15
The Rug
stories to tell
of dirt and mites
smelly feet
and human rights
the jest of brooms
and vacuums roar
tangled fringes
and rubs from door
cats apiddle
and grime from street
sadly spilled wine
and dancing feet
I talk to my rug
and learn it's humility
and how it rises
from apparent futility
DeaBeePea 8-31-15
Do We Have Political Dreams?
social democracy
a concept that prevails
in many good hearts
as committed as nails
an escape from fear
and narrow minded bigotry
my sleep caresses
a kinder softer imagery
if it doesn't happen
between the hours
let it be a daydream
with a reality scheme
surely it can come true
this wish for fairness
it seems so logical
in mankinds 'please spareness'
DeaBeePea 8-30-15
Beauty
curves and smiles
pale and red
open arms and
naked riles
constant flattery
and idolation severe
forever love
abounding of smattery
perfection disbelieved
but before my eyes
and a paradise island
that silences the cries
my life is magic
happiness explodes
beyond my hearts
capacity to decode
the meaning of this
I might understand
but when I awaken
the passion still grande
DeaBeePea 8-30-15
Fear and Passion
it seems though fear
is an evil I have conquered
but somehow in dreams
it reminds me of jeer
laughing at my courage
so recklessly attained
naivite brandished
in a silly burrage
the future and past
come at me at angles
acute and obtuse
stranger characters cast
some are familiar
some are hybrids
related and foreign
in fascinating allure
but to my surprise
the damsel arrives
asking for rescue
escalating apprise
the longest swim
my strokes of power
take me to an island
of romantic skim
so destroyed by rift
or a fall from a cliff
it seems I am saved
from one of two things
a volt of courage
or more commonly provided
a wake up call
that the day has guided
DeaBeePea 8-30-15
Way Cool
outside the box
an endless realm
no restrictions
with me at the helm
helping people
with loving abandon
no political correction
or hell to land in
thinking like Sharon
way cool man
hard to fool
in a bullshit ban
seeing in holistics
all absorbed by the breeze
that blows over all
without a sneeze
out of control, almost
in joyous chaos
not buckled by questions
in a liberal seance
a rib ticklers view
doesn't hurt either
after a day of thought
we need a breather
DeaBeePea 8-3-15
What Day Is It in the 4th Dimension?
the unification of time
and space is unified
this continuum of a forth-dimension
in interweaving rhyme
space is three
and time is one
supergalactic and subatomic
beyong the minds calm spree
a manifold of events
driving a grid
where seven days
is a mathematical bent
so every day is new
a temporal spinning
triplicate reproduction
with intervals of spew
this residue is time
not seen with the eye
but holding us to earth
awaiting black holes prime
DeaBeaPee 10-21-15
Lackadaisical
her favourite flower
yellow and white
ray florets
shasta's delight
but never to find
in the lazy land
except weeds and ants
and course dry sand
frowning faces
pessimist streets
cloudy skies
and forgotten feats
lacking daisies
this tragic place
the lonely girl
no flower to grace
DeaBeePea 10-21-15
The Curtain #2
we purchase them
now and then
some are lace
and some call them drapes
the portieres
deny my entrance
unless I know the rules
and disguise in cape
referred to as treatment
of a windows naked stare
looking beyond
in sheer delight
a degree of blackout
can be postured so firm
protecting us from dreams
of daytime's pressured light
in an alternative way
the blinds stop ray
snapping and clicking
with a strings command
and when they are drawn
without pencil's grip
they invite the sun
and a visitors hand
they absorb our lives
knowing all stories
not knowing for sure
if they are the final one
if they are torn
we tend to replace
instead of repairing with love
as if they're second to none
DeaBeePea 10-19-15
