The Woman...
I remember her face
and languid smile
the long wavy hair
teasing in guile
somewhere between,
auburn and vermile...
The occassional laugh
as if rehearsed
the eyes that twinkled
but were sad in verse
the silky dress that carressed
and kissed her thighs so sylph
The legs that played
uncrossing and crossing
guessing at intent
white wine in hand, displayed
wrist softly bent,
gently sipped, so recherche
Her mouth was almost motionless
as she talked
and her hands were quiet, notionless
except to correct
an errant coiffure
that broke the white plainess
The unbroken facade
the darkness and flickering light
changed the tone of her face
from azure to a pink delight
a kaliedoscopic image
that passed into my dreamlike mirage
Another night perhaps
or was opportunity averted
I seemed seduced
in transfixation, converted
to a voice I heard singing
the notes angelike and ringing...
"The sun has set
and I regret
the unknowing glances
of my love beset...
my days are hopeful
my dreams so elopeful..."
Will there be a search
or just an acceptance
an enchantment lived
a doubt forgived
a shyness enlived
the woman
name unavailable
7-8-14 DBP
Superimposed
the golden sand
of tiny mountains
the burial of Suriname
four irregular wooden bands
two walking
only in today
as the leatherback's day
spent singing it's lute
investing time
to investigate
his jellied prey
the hazey distance sublime
implies desertion
as the choppy water's ridges
tipped with swarms of midges
echo reminders
to the steady hills
the finely divided quartz
coral, and shellfish
argonites patternless and still
as the water waits
to form little grain-to-grain bridges
but no children play..bridges
forming rubberbands for castles
between the grains
The carousing shelonian
it's carapace glistening
like a tear shaped oil mane
moving porpoise like
countershading, deceptive trait
settling for tunicates
The medicine man's mysteries
the deceased in throng
never passing
as the gifts are shared
but invisible in objective belong
the smoking pipes
a part of the mist
the circle of life consists
in miniscule valleys of silent loess
nature revered
the journey shared
anthropods and reptiles
and granule mites so mere
and ritual of mind
time undefined
and tranquility mesmerizing
Nature revered in myth
Photo by Marco Pucci
7-9-14 DBP
Salad
the changing identity
at one time so simple
head lettuce, tomatoes
some oil, and mushroom pimple
cole slaw and macaroni
and fruit so tangy
egg that is willowy
jello and cottage so billowy
Now...Waldorf, Ambrosia
and Caesar romaine
and the artichoke heart
joins the Nicoise fain
and Greek a fetad delight
a Snickers so decadent
a chilied Crab Louie
and an antipasto polite in bite
to listall the potions
would take all year
and makes me quander
what a salad notions
a little of this to chop
a little of that to dice
a touch of herb
and a touch of spice
vegetables of all colours
beans of all vines and strings
smoked meats so sweet
and exotic cheeses that sing
a dressing of wine
olive oil and juicy zest
vinegar and chopped pepper
and tarragon sublime
so today I will throw
ten things in a bowl
toss it up in a flurry
and call it salad in a hurry
6-30-14 DBP
The Wedding at Butterscotch Bridge
the tiger-lily swans
valentined in betrothal
on the liquidous lawns
spreading their bubbles of crystalized footprints
the rushes are bullish
some erect, some overcome
celebrating in sedge
with the reed mace in scrum
the blue bird harbinger depiction
oracle bone inscription
deep in the frothy bed
the awakened messenger Immortal
the cone headed celantine herons
scheming in the distance
about to drown to undersea barrens
engulfed in malty foam so spiced
the infinite reflection
from the butterscotch bridge
the lovers will cross the ridges
Brown Sugar and Treacle
together in confection
happiness...
Art by Rebecca Hulit
6-30-14 DBP
Mutt and Jeff
what is an eye ku?
a long pointed stick
that protrudes from your pupil
and pokes others in the eye so slick
or lodges in their nostril
the purpose is unknown
it may be a wakening device
or a nose cleaner
but now that I think of it, not nice
it could knock out a tooth or two
that would make it a vice
yes...a weapon!
Do Mutt and Jeff
have the intelligence enrolling
in courses to know that?
unless Mutt drew the Egyptian scrolling
that would make him
an اكتب النص الخاص بك هنا ...extolling
with his whiskers
primitive jaw outward strolling
and elongated
throat fruit of eden
so barbara-ious
Jeff with that fiery imperial
and skull in dual
seems an ignoramous
or has simply been mislead...a fool?
but his wrench like lobe
implies wisdom, no ghoul
so maybe he knows
eyeku...the soul of symbols
interdisciplinary
a multimedia approach, not elementary
to visual literacy...so
we ponder his origin, metamorphary
and function
so explains his poke-r face
did he sink the ku ball?
Art by Rebecca Hulit
DBP 7-2-14
CANADA
a land flooded with salmon
sheets of buffalo
over the prairies they flow
Beotuk and Assiniboine
and courier de bois
icy rivers so bold
the tundra dotted
with giant white bears
pristine waters crisp and cold
stream from our lakes so lush
now so largely of cities
where ethnicity abounds
a global invitation
feeding from a freedom of ideal
civilizations adjoined to heal
Canadian pioneers
in medicine and health
suffrage, civility, science, and art
portraits of courage and heart
beauteous appreciation so galleried
but fossiled powers
persist in permanence
corrupting with greed
as death and poverty succeed
poisoning our brothers and children
while God's earth cries for rest
Beauty surrounds us
fighting back in quest
sometimes with calm
sometimes with vengeance
We think of castles
falls and rivers and mountains
forests decorated in tassle
and glacial lakes
miles of endless highway
and rugged stormy coasts
but what really stands
so glorious and free
though sadly distorted
behind those mirrors of tapestry
is our search for peace
and the wealth of soul for all
7-1-14 DBP
Cobblestones
The old town
memories of portraits
sketched in the sunlight
on cobbled streets
bustling with fun and delight
pubs in caves
and eateries so exquisite
enjoying Rillettes de sanglier et de caribou
with chutney de canneberges
the setting so tranquil
yet absorbed in celebration
the sponges of time a sequel
soaking us with romance
and squeezing us with love
As Salade panachée
caresses our tongue
and Fruits de mer à notre façon
tantalizes our tasteful impressions so young
the beauty of ancienne canadien
historic Maison Jacquet
from Ursuline nuns
Solid, thick walls and pastoral wainscots
home to Gaspe and a myth
of Montcalm
the stars reflecting from delicate muntins
as grilling surprises become
aromas and impositions inside and out
tabled in delicacy and mature felicity
Palladian in concourse
as the pedestrains are devised
by sidewalk artists
and joyous buskers, songs revised
as the Rhododendrons and boxwood
trim the paths
as wolf eyes look on
Stepping on bevelled pavers
touching the French doors handle
comforted by Soupe aux pois Grand-mère
and relatives of fellowship
today disappears as we dare
to wallow in innocence
inheriting a new identity and spirit
DBP 7-3-14
I'm Hiding
I am hiding
but don't really want to
there is nothing to hide
really
I know my thoughts and feeling
are not unique to me, besides
so why not spill
and not worry so much
about wiping up
But I do, the cloth I fill
what is the fear
humiliation or conclusion
so silly really
so I seek devices to cheer
that allow me to fool
and some are fun
like writing and transposing
interpreting and involving, no rule
in the end
each story complete
and strangely all are happy
because my tale, I fend
is an adventure
in investigative reporting
a headline of passion
sharing and laughter
each day
bringing me closer
to the judgement and exposure
7-3-14
Fire Flies
Fire screams
on the verge
quietly simmering reams
waiting to explode
flames skyward danger
as pointed as spears
thirsting for fuel
dancing in scalding anger
each wing flutters
as the birds of blaze utter
a crackle of warning
snapping at snuffers
looking for the easiest conduction
changing the colour of calidity
orange and blue induction
scorching ribbons
flickering wavelets
whitecaps in hell's ocean
threatening to capture notion
and expose our fears
the coals of whitening hues
turning ashen
our faces dread
as the battle ensues
wanting to rage
destructions spreads, but yields
new birth aspires
in the funerals fields
taking comfort
when confined in hearth
enamoured by the quiet cries
as fire flies
THE HOUSE
It's a castle...so knightly
so handsomely turreted
the small window encasing the cone
so secretive and alighting
the pompous porch so embracing
modestly complimented, tracing
with winsome wicker
and adorning balustrades
before the customary meeting
the "bless this house" greeting
welcomes me
above the spandrels
the mezzanine columns
alighned like soldiers
the scrolling salutes allow
I contemplate a bow
the sidelit door
is so profound, it's glare to pass
it's valanced pedament
of Maltese glass
I paralyze momentarily
cherishing each sumptuous symbol
as the triple fenials in vastness
intimate an almost fearful steadfastness
the running trim of gargoyle abstractions
almost chase me
as if I, myself
am perceived as an abberation
I laugh at my intimidation
and take in the sun
as it beams through the corniced windows
as the family shadows lurk as one
finally in my ingress
an almost tumultuous address
no graceful order
just a barrage of voices and arms
the smiling faces gleam
with the glistening oak canvas, a stream
so lingering as to be endless
strips travelling beyond the hearth
the large iron andiron and crane
vacuous arch and monumental mantle
a sea of flames, never to feign
waving flittering flares
my quarters upstairs
a sustained spiralling ascension
a lofty baldachin
and bed for a king
fostered by a rural repast
fresh sprouts, yellow beans
white turnip with mustard greens
crowned with Delmonico roast
preparing to retire, I ponder
the massive wall of literary wonder
"The House at Midnight"
announces it's grand manor
certainly fitting before the lull
and encouraging for dreams
as the sounds of the night
whisper in haunting delight
DBP 6-26-14
A PARODY ON PERSPECTIVE
We all have perspective
some more knowingly
than others
a hidden directive
some women have "pursepective"
but that thought is so narrow
silly me
a fault of mental marrow
many men like to win or lose
the spirit of gamesmanship
rather simple
along with women and booze
children look for love and conveyance
but sometimes show us the way
fewer obstacles
they delight us like a sunshine's ray
our pets seem to need us
we talk of their affection and faith
licking our faces
quenching the lonliness of wraith
martians know us well
but we are not aware
close minded
our outlook needs repair
the businessman looks at profit
sometimes, angry, I say "come of it"
but work we must
I suppose, options are bust
lawyers look at the loopholes
of which there are many
sneaky, I guess
but who will confess?
actors perform, some by "the method"
others simply as directed
but we watch
intrigued by the role they selected
musicians sing into our hearts
they seem to understand our inner parts
we hear our chords
as they strum our memories and thoughts
the misfits are impartial
writing of the endless possibilities
unsung
encouraging infinite abilities
now there is me...almost unhinging
with passion for poems, jazz and film
so I write
to prime my blood of over binging
6-27-14
Clown With Teeth
usually they're scary
these incisored jokers
molared with a grimace
and fangs like pokers
Pennywise is "It"
preying on kids
not funny at all
as the pretext forbids
but there is no reason why
teeth can't be funny
stubby and sweet
on a face that is sunny
DeaBeePea 9-21-15
CATCH UP
when one is away
catching up is not law
but when it comes to the misfits
I feel that it's a flaw
to avoid the past challenges
missing the thoughts
of the comrades of words
and memories in jot
DeaBeePea 9-21-15
Wake Up
say something dumb
or lacking in perspective
you might get yelled at
or given correction
or just a command
that implies your dozy
"Wake up dummy!"
and stop that mosey
DeaBeePea 9-21-15
Sporophyte
"Why don't we amalgamate
all three organizations
it would be very efficient
and very dynamic for the media"
"That's a lot of garbage" he spoke
we all have separate agendas
it would be total chaos
I don't know what you're thinking"
"I am truly hurt by your remarks,
they almost sound personal,
I am trying to integrate our priorities
so we don't see our mission sinking"
"It seems you have a vision,
that you haven't shared with us,
an ulterior motive I gather
that you have titled a mission"
"That is not true in the least,
our goal is all the same
I just want to avoid
the tragedy of community fission"
"Well I recommend
that we throw out your concept
for the end result
there is a disastrous aftermath?"
"You have no proof of that
I believe you are just selfish
and want to be in power
controlling all those, who are in your path"
"Your pile of lies has grown
and your attack on me is unheralded,
you are the one who is arrogant
not wanting to create a dialogue"
"The reason for my formulation
is democratic and fair
and is the only way to extinguish
your self-image as a demagogue"
DeaBeePea 10-3-16