Stillness
moving towards stillness
it comes and goes
quietly and gently
it's silence grows
a gentle ripple
as invisible waves
the winds stops in sudden
as if death it craves
but the life is motionless
suspended in awe
as my wonder is struck
like a paralyzed claw
the clouds are gone
no movement in sky
the sun is static
in it's searing reply
I hear the loons call
over peaceful lakes
and my memory is passing
over tremorless quakes
DeaBeePea 7-11-15
Hate Group
I joined a hate group
not sure of my purpose
I never checked the agenda
or it's legal tenda
we gathered at the hall
no signs at all
not even coffee or a platter
what was the matter?
the people with crossed arms
looked at me with a grimace
the sarcastic kind
that left me in a bind
the foreman gave me a paper
with instructions installed
a small map with directions
for a solo walk defection
it was then that I knew
that this group sublime
was a hate group
that hated groups... now is that a crime?
DeaBeaPee 10-6-15
What!?
technically a question
but not necessarily so
it's the way it's announced
voiced raised or in throe
a surprise or shock
a crescendo of alarm
unbelievable I cry
as I raise my arms
or just perplexed
not knowing I heard
what was said the first time
my mentality blurred
so a mark of question
or point of exclamation
it's a matter of voice
and psychological preparation
DeaBeePea 10-4-15
SHORT(T)
a surname
with an added tee
relatives
of matriarchial cree
grandma and aunt
a competitive pair
sometimes wanting
the same chap to bear
one was traditional
large family in hive
gentility and pride
dignity to strive
the other in gaiety
suitors of many
the good times rolled
regardless of penny
one made a throng
of cousins and uncles
the other met a man
who was full of buncle
familiy gatherings
full of fun
and occasional bickers
about things undone
DeaBeePea 10-3-15
Black and White
like an old TV
the trees have changed
to muted colours
of limited range
the whites to fall
if they change hue
from snowy white
to eggshell view
the dark leaves glisten
in the moonlight's glare
a hallowe'en decoration
now a year long dare
leathery and black
slick and strong
they never rustle
in the wind's rapid throng
but not only that
the trunks are coated
with metallic-gray bark
the cambium connoted
the peckers don't like it
but are learning to adjust
their beaks are sore
but they're never to bust
DeaBeePea 10-1-15
OK
Okay, you got me
I have my side
with strong compassion
expressed quite loudly
in my four-year ration
but the battle of facts
is quite a war
and sometimes my foe
insists to bore
with numbers and notes
that seem irrelevent
even though they sound
impressive in elevance
and I get caught
not having an answer
even though I'm right
with my moralistic lancer
so I continue on
with heart in place
not always prepared
with my props to efface
the important things
that make society click
okay, you got me
but my skin is thick...
DeaBeePea 9-30-15
Driftwood (thinking of Kathy!) How could I not try this??!!
awakening on the shore
windblown so smooth and grey
my emotions are tattered
unable to rhyme my dismay
...I am lost in the desert of time*
facing the blank white sky
in my desolute world inside
my mind a scurried storm
shells scattered as cutting chide
...I am lost in the desert of time*
my eyes are fragile crystal
my images are fractured light
knowing what I envision
a fools journey until the night
... I thought I'd seen it all before*
pale and shadowed by sand
and the pastel of blue in sea
and dusty puffs of wind
caress the branch, life's quay
... I thought I'd seen it all before*
I never leave this island
a place where no man sleeps
but I have taken refuge
among the twisted deeps
...on the shore*
DeaBeePea 9-29-15
*phrases "borrowed" from "Driftwood" Moody Blues 1978
It Is What It Is
stop analysing
it's paralysing
stop looking for answers
you issue dancer
there is no mystery
your voice is blistery
sounding smart
nothing more than a fart
what you see, I bet
is what you get
and what you feel
is your senses meal
so if there is a fork it the road
take it in mode
and experience reality
and love the humanality
DeaBeePea 9-28-25
Kathy reminded me of my favourite puppets... Rusty (a rooster who played a harp and lived in a book bag hung by the castle window) and Jerome (a giraffe). Controlled and voiced by Rod Coneybeare.
ONE MORNING
Early One Morning, recorder and harp
black and white, a childhood art
camera zoom to Giant's castle
drawbridge drops and doors apart
Giant's hand moves chairs so small
beside his feet for viewers to unfurl...
"One little chair for one of you...
and a bigger chair for two more to curl..."
and back and forth in rockings sway
a chair that swings for fires splay
Jerome the Giraffe head poking in visit
a high window for him, his neck's display
then Rusty the Rooster, would emerge with books
pages read in fables, a child's example
the three would chat, with humorous quips
Rusty quick, Jerome drole samples
music Jazz Cats... Angie and Fiddle
stirring mood, and surprising the three
the Friendly hand, puts furniture away
hand waves goodbye, in melancholy glee
castle's drawbridge now raised so slow
the silvery moon now appears in glow
with a smiling face rising into the sky
the cow jumps over, the moon, nights throw
DeaBeePea 9-26-15
OH! It's My Turn
my masterpiece is opened
an artful game of trade
a forgery of conning
around the table full
family and neighbours foretelling
dice and cards and mini-statued men
shaking for first spins glory
sister rolls a double six
and cheers in jeering style
taking the lead in certainty
telling former victory stories
not wanting to be sorry
or monopolized by jail
a cornered threat to restrain me
from Park Places tempting hold
the evening features many tests
allowing each one a hope
to show their luck or skill
whichever fate is told
a trivial pursuit in gilded round
many topics to surround
confidence, it suddenly abounds
but science, not my aptitude
now the backgammon board unfolds
fifteen checkers placed exact
doubling cubes are centred
challenging my attitude
an impressionistic crime
but after all is said and done
snakes and ladders is my style
win or lose in simple terms
in child's play to climb
and when the chatter is rousing
and laughter clouds the clash
sometimes one needs to ber reminded
OH! It's my turn!
DeaBeePea 9-28-15
Old Trunk
records of dust
seventy-eight RPM
raggedy anns
and tops with their strings
eider downs
silky and warm
letters from lovers
memories that cling
sheet music sits
in a quiet refrain
Goodnight Irene
remembering dreams
baseball bats
and flattened gloves
and baseball lost
of cover it screams
a London cape
and Philharmic of time
an Edith hat
and Monkey Wool pleat
musty books
mysteries and sagas
Fitzgerald and Reinhart
and Lewis Main Street
no lock attached
just rusty old hinges
canvas and brass
dome topped with fringes
not Louis Vuitton
or William Crockett & Co.
but the families treasure
modest and sweet
DeaBeePea 9-26-15
Rendering
rather grotesque in the place
where slaughters disgrace
a home for the callow
transfering to tallow
but in the kitchen
as cooking diction
it refers to transformation
of butter clarification
and suet into smear
in its waxy sheer
and that swiney fat
into lard in splat
or that juice from chicken
for a schmaltzy licken
essential for taste
this icky baste
sweet and silky
soupy and milky
DeaBeePea 9-24-15
COMMIT 2
Broken Elastic
ne'er right or wrong
in pondering thoughts
mixture of guilt
and purposeful oughts
comittment sincere
but tested at length
stretching and bending
searching for strength
I could have done more
attempting this or that
and maybe a difference
made with creative slat
but it's hard to measure
these emotional meters
no cut and dry solutions
for things as they teeter
I must carry on
in my parochial banter
learning and sharing
as a better world's grantor
DeaBeePea 9-23-15
Yesitis
libraries and groups
pertaining to books
writers and readers
and hobbyist cooks
theatre promoters
and seniors exponents
environmental activists
and political components
drawing clubs
and community church goers
wine and cheese tasters
and happy horn blowers
helping all for free
is fun I admit
but sometimes I manage
to over-commit
DeaBeePea 9-23-15
Every tear I've ever cried is in our Atmosphere...
is it a raindrop
as warm as my heart's true longing?
is it a puddle
waiting for children's belonging?
is it a summer's day
whose vapour stings the noon day thrust?
is it a crystal of winter
dancing in a bitter gust?
is it a soaken face
drenched in a balaclava of sadness?
is it a slippery slope
as the droplets skim your madness?
is it a cup now filled
sharing the joy of devotion?
or is it over-flowing
spreading the earth with love's potion?
or is it simply a droplet
sitting on my cheek?
waiting for kiss
to stop the mouth-tipped streak.
DeaBeePea 9-22-15
