Hallowe'en Memory 1
Johnny
Little Johnny
father just heavened
a tragic start
to his years of seven
Twas hallowe'en night
a call I received
his mother perplexed
of festivities perceived
siblings invited
to hallowed diversion
he was all alone
for trick-or-treat excursion
so I walked him along
from door to door
my hand on his shoulder
suit of spaceman he wore
greeted by neighbour
"Hi Johnny my son...
how's your Dad my boy"
with smile of fun
"He's dead, sir..." said Johnny
in stony refrain
as I stood in disconcerted silence
absorbing the pain
DeaBeePea 10-31-15
SIGH
in reflection
it does not seem
that I sigh
very often
in reflection
is it because
I do not have
the thoughts that soften?
the voice
to a whisper
expressing relief
or cautious passion
or does my guardedness
protect my image
sorting emotion
into a daily ration
or is life safe
for me in shelter
never to experience
risks and fear
I guess that is true
in many ways
so my only exhale
is of amorous cheer
DeeBeePea 11-1-15
LOST
Isn't this
the only way
to live
you walk
thinking
you know the way
but really your lost
obeying
misguided direction
if you believe
what you hear
your path
will swallow you
sporadic
and dangerous
so if you are
aware
of potential
avoiding cretinous acceptance
with spirit
and adventure
sense of humour
leading the way
laughter
believing what you find
feeling its heart
and beat
then your lost
in wonder
and calamity
whewing and grimacing
eager for more
not knowing why
but waking
smile
passion
not a bad place
better to me, than
ignorant bliss
DeaBeePea 11-2-15
LOST #2
One day
I got lost
I asked for help
and only got crossed
the young lady said
"I could help you sir
if I only knew
where we were"
how did you get here?
my question darted
hoping she knew
from where she started
I went for a walk, she bode
there was a fork in the road
so I took it...
DeaBeePea 11-2-15
A fictional report based on historical information.
PUNDIX PUNDITS
by Hermick R. Pundix (fictional)
Then there was her friend.
Her name was Mysteree.
She was from Danvers.
I was told that she was an alien.
The day that I was introduced to her I was startled.
She amazed me.
Her face was contorted.
She had an impression on her forehead.
It was not a "mark" but a permanent "scar".
It seemed to be unsealed, as if cavernous.
She peacefully raised to two arms,
displaying her pale palms directly to me.
"That is her shield", replied my friend.
Her timid smile was sweet.
I felt an "obligation" to be her friend.
I requested to be alone with her.
To solve this "Mysteree."
1934... declared an alien.
Bought by Oliver and Ma Venalon.
Abused and tortured.
Sent into the woods.
Captured in 1939.
Brought to Doctor.
Frontal lobe incision.
Violence. Prison.
1942... Sanctuary.
Volunteer for institution.
First member of patient rehabilitation team.
Wrote report in 1947.
Lobotomy Analysis... "The Tragedy of Fear".
DeaBeePea 10-28-15
The Joy of Sadness
It'll Rain a Sunny Day
It'll storm a quiet sky
I'll cry my happy tears
absorbing the blackness of the white snow
and scattering of gathered leaves
I will read the blank pages
reading about the hatred of love
looking at the dullness of stars
while my living bereaves
the growth of spirit burns
the sweetness of my beer is bitter
tasting the gravel in the syrup
that coats my skin in droplets
as I listen to the music of dance
the stillness paralyses me
toasting rocky champagne
to the thud of tinkering goblets
my ecstasy runneth over
rapidly careening off saddened shores
walking as my panic runs
clothed in a nylon balaclava
I am awake within my sleep
as wonder makes me empty
my hardened pillow taunts
sweeping dreams with poisoned piassava
DeaBeePea 10-28-15
Critterdom
those munks in the bush
striped and spritely
nibling on oak nuts
forest dancing lightly
those hilarious swine
of groans and grunts
like bulls in china
on their truffle hunts
and those croaking fellas
so bullish and happy
hopping and singing
on lily pads snappy
the statuesque elks
of Candian lore
with dendritic heads
and bullwinkles snore
and the passerine birds
vibrant scarlet in flame
crested songirds of garden
playing granivorous game
Yes... I love them all
but know them, not really
a relationship adhered
by the respect endowed freely
DeaBeePea 10-27-15
TAKEN
if something is taken
of what is it a token?
if it is haste
will it be broken?
or will breaking be of heart
inexplicably divided
with the victim of steal
shamefully derided
but the perpetrater was guilty
but somehow the blame
is on the "without"
in dishonored shame
why did you do it?
I thought you loved me?
I'm sorry, I needed it...
and I thought you'd say no
the relationship strained
and trust now in lee
beg borrow or steal
a curious blow
DeaBeePea 10-26-15
Peace
so glad peace
is spelled differently
than the kind
that refers to pie
it differs in it's occassional
lack of sharing
and selfishly cut
want of applaud
and also is a piggish term
that implies that woman
are a toy to conquer
in chauvenistic lie
but it is all linked
as respect is the savior
giving each a chance
to revere there own God
and have faith in community
and the voice of children
being gentle and kind
and embracing our cry
DeaBeePea 10-25-15
PUMPKIN
I met a country pumpkin
he whistled as he rolled
over hill and over dale
the sun and breeze extolled
he donned an old straw hat
when paused to take a drink
from the serene and mirrored pond
that made him stop to think
my friends from patch are far behind
I wonder where they are?
...he asked in frowning kind
viewing horizon near and far
I told him time will tell
they will be on their way
when the tendrils of time let go
you will see them that very day
DeaBeePea 10-24-15
One Weird Habit
I dare say
if I tell you this
you will be convinced
of my madness
but it is justified
according to me
as it has never created
sadness
and what is that?
you ask
as you list
my many eccentricities
and I will answer
without fear
of laughter
or unanimous concentricity
I count my steps
from A to B
but before that
I predict my impressions to be
I ponder distance
and turns of diagonality
and condition of gait
as I go around the tree
731 I adumbrate
that seems right to me
being within 50
seems an adequate result
but as I approach
this evaluation of parade
I have a block to go
what an gauging insult
so I widen my stride
in strenuous stroll
trying to decrease
my error in result
682 my final count
49 short my equation
all in all successful
in dubious animus
so in final thought
I ponder this motivation
and conclude that I'm really
yes... quite a mess
DeaBeePea 10-18-15
Blind Spot
I am safe
in the blind spot
both adventure
and plot
I am never sure
of myself
only what inspires me
and keep on my shelf
but others claim
to know my being
and I balance the two
without seeing
an adventure for sure
never stop learning
and shaking my head
at curious burning
I often hear "you"
but seldom say "I am"
not to be pidgeon-holed
in an ideological dam
DeaBeePea
10-14-15
The Doctor's Office
waiting to find out
what you already know
and what pill you'll be given
that might cost you some dough
it always seems
that some come and go
while you sit there
in magazines tableau
but what is ironic
if your sickness is abating
you'll certainly get worse
because you're sick of waiting
DeaBeePea10-13-15
HIDE
Did Dr. Jekyll hide
by being Mr. Hyde?
is going for ride
a way to hide?
Is going to the other side
a way to imbibe
a different experience
of which to abide?
Or is the chide
of my nonsense
an insecure slide
into my former inside?
I shall not be denied
in this crazy ascribe
and shouldn't inscribe
more of this jibe
but I ocassionally describe
things in guide
of my satirical stride
So wearing this hide
of disguise in confide
my shadow died
in the sunny day pied
DeaBeePea 10-13-15
It is Thanksgiving in Canada
I am thankful
but not overly so...
I have friends I love
and very few foe
I am glad I am not aplenty
as greedy I would be
I have just enough
to sing praises of glee
thankful that I can
help those that aren't
though I could do more
for the poor and errant
but the world is troubled
our gifts thrown away
wasteful and uncaring
neglecting wars allay
but today I will celebrate
and enjoy my time
which is not forever
but it always has rhyme
DeaBeePea 10-11-15