A Mess
My drawer for DooDads
is full of fads
elastics and clothespins
and little plastic bins
spools and twist ties
and crumbs from pies
batteries and freezer bags
and old party gags
different kinds of pins
and bent little tins
that missing lid
found it...glad I did
electrical tape
and envelope of Kool Aid...grape
and some things that work
DooDads that lurk
in shadows of kitchen
just look for it...and stop that bitchin'
DeaPea 11-17-14
A Skunk Named Wildflower
Hulitoon by Rebecca Hulit
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a coloured bed
a plate to dine
lizards and salamanders
frogs and snakes
rodents, and roots
the supper makes
scavenging a track
a hive attack
solitary in burrow
trail to furrow
bits of kits
with zorillo as pillow
anus glands have sense
for self defense
One with no fear
great horned owl
can bring a tear
white striation
vibrating in spray
tails arise
saluting the day
DAVPAT 11-18-14
Tail Spin
Powder Puff Derby
cross country sprint
zooms and flutters
spectacular squint
tragedy in abundance
parachute clouds
bail out redundance
reckless in lust
hat-check aviatrix
prize money instilled
second for love
third for freedoms thrill
cross purposes winged
aileroned in wind
streamlined birds
ragged and blurred
oil leaks an storms
and airport dorms
final friends in air
adventures flair
DeaPea 11-10-14
The Allotment
to read all the classics
not enough instance
to watch all the silents
black and white endurance
to taste all the dishes
cuisine of my wishes
to take in all bebop
a dizzying hop
to walk all the trails
and travel all rails
touch toe in the oceans
cool waters in motion
escort all the beauties
in gentleman's duty
climb all the mountains
whose peaks aspire
so with all this desire
one thing to ascertain
it seems an infinite epoch
to dream in happy reign
DeaPea 12-9-14
Watery Concourse
We meet like two rivers
That journey afar
Twisting and turning
Streams colliding aquiver
Our conflicts and yearnings
Over rocks of resistance
Our ride of passion
Romantic insistence
Some shores are barren
Others a throng
Cordial waves
Whistling a song
To share our delights
And marvel at sights
The silt of our soul
Over stone covered knolls
The mouth is vast
Oceanic and sweet
We kiss under moon
And giggle in swoon
DeaPea 12-10-14
Contrary Queen
Mary is quite contrary
her garden grows
in James' younger bows
fathered in Darnley's
murdered past
The silver bells ringing
sanctus singing
a vassals vessel
the black and white rows
faithful winging
and cockle shells
in bilateral symmetry
a scalloped message
a cowslip passage
abdicating rain
A cuckolds laugh
in towering wrath
the north is rising
Elizabeth, no compromising
eight years no path
a consorted queen
an escape to liberty
an ethical lien
as tragedy looms
her letters read
in death's still rooms...
Contrary 2
Afterthought
I wrote a poem
that no one got
so maybe I'll dream
a simple one in theme
on the contrary I could remain
in a complex vein
and confuse you all
and receive no acclaim
but in reflection
the best direction
is humour and impression
in humble expression
Contrary 3
Whatever
on the contrary
or
let me put it this way
it could be true
or
maybe not
it is possible
but I doubt it
but
on the other hand
it could be
looking at it
from another perspective
being reflective
there is another way
of seeing things
but
being realistic
I think it's safe to say
that it could be right
or wrong you see
because things change
the winds can turn
fires can burn
old things away
so I don't know
so I see the contrary
but stick to my view
always able
to switch my hue
a hypocrite true
12-6-14 DeaPea
Back to Me
my echo
resounds so often
I don't know which
is an echo
or a fresco
a new creation
or audible sensation
imagined inspiration
a wish
or a flying fish
a mountainous answer
or Swiss-like yodel
a leather clad dancer
the sound of music
destroying a punic
a remembrance of past
fables cast
to teach of our mast
a guiding wind
my wears are winged...
DeaPea 12-8-14
Crushing Green
traveling to strawberry fields
in imagination
picking my fruit
nothing to get hung up about
my eyes are closed
nothing matters much
'cause I am alone
looking for my song
Everything is okay, I guess
I don't really know
if it's a dream
I think I disagree
do I mean no when I say yes
as I walk
over dotted meadows
blood from sky
I think maybe it's me
a message cast
from magical music
of a shot down genius
DeaPea 12-8-14
The Letter
my words do stumble
as my assurance crumbles
I sweat and stammer
in indelible yammer
my knees are knocking
my toes are squirming
my eyes look skyward
as my hands look for docking
I'd rather write this
on paper in verse
to show how I feel
in words less terse
my pen is flowing
my heart is glowing
I envelope my heart
my love to impart
DeaPea 12-10-14
Ode to the Brothers of Sanskrit
a man named Zingiber
an official of the rhizome
delicate in nature
a doctor of spice at home
Relieving cough
a lozenge of men
endurance to boast
no headache to toast
four brothers beside...
Tumeric the young
the orange and zesty
Cardamom the cool
minty in jest
Galangal the black
so dark and strong
and Asarum the Kong
the wild and untamed
These peppery gents
the China Seas they roam
to islands piquant
pickled in delightful brome
Of robust might
with tropical girls
in dancing swirls
parading in clusters
a feast they muster
as the Canton flows
the volatile oils arose
decorated men in busker
the bread of life
origin of Tamil
their white icing eyes
glaring disguise
DeaPea 12-12-14
Sand 1
Sand
Grand
in Hand
Sand 2
through my fingers, finely filtering
the sand falls to my feet, tickling
slipping between my toes, millions in mickle
Sand 3
specks
flecks
microscopeck
Sand 4
a three line poem about sand is what I will try to write
but I am determined to make it long in spite
so this is it, beige, grainy and fine in sight
DeaPea 12-12-14
THOUGHTS...
Days like today
when plans abound
I know that morning
is my only time to sound
my verses of challenge
that I write in attempt
to answer questions
of philosophical bent
so I wait for the idea
imposed by a member
that tinkles my fancy
before the end of December
DeaPea 12-12-14
GINGHAM
dancing feet
ruby shoes
golden paths
puffy sleeves
copper kettles
spirits fettle
flour sifters
daydreaming drifters
pigtails twisting
fancy dreams
and picnics bright
...lovely time today
with teddy bears
gaily gad about in pairs
and precocious gals
scraping knees with pals
teasing boys
pulling hair
lemonade piquant
or cream soda supreme
lace and stitch
embroidered in niche
bodice of blue
lollipops and berries, indigo hue
sugar and cream
ribbons of silk
and idle summers
skipping stones
Kansas fields
laughing yields
halcyon days
memories praise
DeaPea 11-10-14
Unexpected
the word has changed
its intrinsic vane
now it seems
that unexpected
has truly transected
as years before
so many things
surprised me...
a rainy day
ice cream cone
generosity, so unrequitted
television special
and Chinese food
a mark below B
a pugilistic act
a bad teams wins
upset was the word
never before
seeminly absurd
all these things
but now they appear
daily in spear
that we have become
immunized from fear
anything can happen
less revere
and emotions severe
bland in gear
so now in pause
I reflect a cause
to be the assault
on calmness fault
DBP 11-01-14
