Cactus
"Atacama"
the drylanders
Ford's monument
to heroes
as the stagecoach
stirs dust
and hostile lust
shooting spines
so succulent
as areoles
flower, so bright
ribbed or fluted
transpiration diluted
solitary globes
monolithic columns
clustered stumps
and tuning fork mountains
tubercle stars
webbed conical bars
running roots
cupped pericarpel
and flower buds
psychoactive claim
spiritual healing
sandy kneeling
bees and bats
and hummingbirds
fruits and pads
from fig cacti
syruped and boiled
Mexicans toiled
Phthalo green
puce and pink
Avocado and folly
wisteria hysteria
a Heliotrope ballet
a needled splay
DeaBeePea 2-9-15
Image 5
Looking Glass Redux
A fairy tale collage
Mocking the tales
Tortoise in party
Because he tort-oise
With purpoise
A New Year prevails
Not melancholy now
as chirping Lory
With no one legged master
…or older sis-tory
Dreaming in gold
Amidst the clatter
Shouldered by ears
Long John’s silver tongue
of plundering ear-as
Alice’s poetry rants
A confused recited trance
The scales up and down
silly melodies crooned
at party full of clowns
the hat is large
a morphous shell
no reply to why
ravens like writing desks
my-oh-my
pondering over
a riddler crossing
an emerald city road
painted in pink
awaiting a bitty-toad
fairy tale fractured
the hare is long gone
so slow and sure
no race at all
Alice has no an-sure
2-10-15 DeaBeePea
Dead Men Don’t Wear Plaid
A coat of many colours
some say tartan
some say plaid
Blue, red and gold
terrycloth bold
for style, quite mad
His beach bag ajar
his toes quite frigid
water as cold as ice
It swirls and teases
in the northern breezes
it’s not at all nice
His skin now red
goosebumps instilled
aid fingers erect
A bad hair day too
as a swim seems taboo
Fear I detect
But he should’t worry
about his fate
if he jumps
Because after all
is done and said
dead men don’t wear plaid
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Image 4
Beiroot
King of beta
City of the world
felled Canaanean blade
a javelin burrowed
Remorse of Tyche
jealousy, lost fortune
jury hung in bribe
uncertain proscribe
Incident in Grand Serail
a civil clash in throes
occupational defense
a green line exposed
Doha proposed
solution revised
challenge suggested
His corpse a prize
His face appears
found by Maronites
the face a spear
petrified in jeer
DeaBeePea 2-10-15
Bat Thorn
Dry and bister
Herbaceous and proud
Gathered in mountains
Decorating shroud
Meadowed so still
Picked in haste
Protection from fear
And teeth in taste
Well-drained bodies
White and stale
Poisonous at night
In vampires bale
Held in hands
And transfixed in dread
After the bat
Dusts air for dead
Toxins a wolf’s bane
Periwinkle guise
A monkshood aconitum
Transylvanian lies
DeaBeePea 2-10-15
Ballerina Orchid
Australian girl
creamed in tutu
pointe in fuchsia
shadowed chromes in swirl
A maiden in poise
posed in reach
hands embraced
the singing of toys
Rooted in Russian soil
of Tchaikovsky’s toil
leaved in balconies
the admiring sun
Applause of rain
and sounds of swans
stemmed in silence
in dainty feign
DeaBeePea 2-11-15
New Shoes
not often bought
an after thought
expensive but slipshod
quality flawed
second hand stores
with traditional garb
often have loafers
worthy of chauffeurs
classic brand name
for little at all
a little polish
blowsiness abolished
the Oxford look
a preppy feel
reminding me of college
and all that knowledge
laced and tied
on I amble
selectively soled
my identity scrolled
DeaBeePea 2-11-15
Just plain bored...
What is it like
to be stranded in yawn
uninspired
no passsion drawn
nothing to do
idle confusion
sitting in silence
creating delusion
likely depression
or evil memory
acting as cult
grating like emery
no laughter within
or dancing thoughts
descending motivation
activity fraught
but boredom is roused
by negative desire
self- imposed exile
that leeriness requires...
DeaBeePea 2-11-15
Auricomous
bleached land
pure in hand
milkweed and barely
sheafs in gentle strand
admiring deer
confused in peer
the open house
small and queer
the stucco book
a chaptered nook
pages strewn
suspended in hook
like Susans in stare
a curious snare
but nothings inside
their comforting lair
submitted by friends
a hand to lend
sweet smelling grass
and rains kvass
DeaBeePea 2-12-15
Sing With Me
I am a low tenor
or maybe bass
I like to think
of no disgrace
so sing with me
I hope your soprano
things might click
if we have a piano
someone to accompany
to fill the chords
and add some rhythm
as harmonies poured
the perfect duo
because we're in rapture
each note a letter
to each other to capture
our arms entwined
our voices pure
Our Love Is Here to Stay
an anthem so sure
DeaBeePea 2-11-15
My GOSH It's Cold
yes, it's cold
and mightily bold
without thick socks
my feet to scold
my shaven head
is cool in dread
without a toque
I could be dead
my gloves don't work
they seen to shirk
their duty to warm
my hands in irk
but if bundled up
and a little hot sup
and snowshoes donned
it can be pleasures pup
DeaBeePea 2-13-15
COLD
minus seventeen
the wind careens
snow capped in ice
a crystal's glean
frozen and white
winter's bite
blasting force
an algific smite
barren trees
and hidden leaves
branches painting
the sky's brittle sneeze
a crunchy walk
around the block
but not too long
in frostbites knock
DeaBeePea 2-13-15
Little Women
FOUR
High spirits
evolving from love
Marmee’s daughter
four slangful doves
visiting neighbours
ogre, unexplained rift
a turreted boy
and blancmange gift
upstairs and do your sums
clildish prattle
illness and aimlessness
a far gone rattle
a few trifles in honor of the day
and compassionate breads
shivering and hungry
bearing their threads
I will never do it again
A lying compromise
Blackboard sketches
A wipeable stain
19 hairpins and popovers
simply fastidious, bumpkins
angels in hoods and mittens
she is some pumpkins!
Undine and Sintram
fatal formal ease inspires
a satirical play
The Witch’s Curse of dire
Collapsing in set
liberty…. fly with me
Christopher Columbus’
A moustached journey
Mona the hag and black Hugo
in Roderigo’s rescue
a fell design
whistling her sign
Young ladies and
ungrateful wretches
save me, save me
luring Pilgrim’s Progress
From dishes and dusters
as The Phantom Hand
Jo’s magic pen
forever a myth, of true ascend
DeaBeePea 2-2-15
Horse Head Rendering
This connotates
something to me
that smells of murder
humanities plea
although it might only
be a tribute to Mare
a loving honour
to pet in despair
but it reminds me of hunting
and plaques of death
celebrating men
whose courage I detest
I prefer them living
or graved in dignity
the flowing mane
in galloping reign
DeaBeePea 2-6-15
Elephant Bath
A tartan towel
Awaiting its toil
As falling foam prowls
watering Pink Williams
Floating on bubbles
Pachyderm of cocoa
as frothy beads ascend
illusory in rococo
Where are they from
the tusks of air
or tub of spumescent oceans
four-legged and far
fauceted features
a porcelain creature
hot and cold
in ivory moods
The dawning on floor
To create a slip
A slide out the door
To a human world
A sub-Saharan mastodon
Immersing here?
A mythic legend
a floppy eared muskateer
DeaBeePea 2-7-15
