Monday, Monday
rather than being negative
I have chosen a view
that Monday is special
as I review
a day to think
of my social links
of the weekends parties
and comic blinks
a day of serious
and planning purpose
jotting concepts
spinning delirious
but managing to focus
like a flowering crocus
on special ways
to offer trays
full of of delights
to ajoin us together
completing the puzzle
for angers tether
creating a path
to follow each week
and scheduling patterns
to admonish pique
when weekends come
I have accomplished somewhat
my goal in life
in modest strut
DeaBeePea 6-15-15
But would rather bury it in a pillowcase...
a crush in madness
she was stunning in sadness
I gathered my gall
approaching her with all...
I stuttered and I stammered
my hands asweat
forgot her name
amidst the flame
burning so red
like my cheeks were becoming
a fool I became
I felt like running
she laughed in a howl
I turned away
looking for friendship
or another day
so home I went
thought of improving my face
but bedridden decided
I would rather bury it in a pillowcase...
DeaBeePea 6-15-15
Monday's Precipice
Monday, Monday so good to me
Monday, Monday I climb a tree
has the world changed?
as I look over the sky
to think of what's coming
a laugh or a cry
Monday, Monday
clouds and the sun
collide in a tapestry
of confusing story's pun
the wind is soft
kissing my feet
bare in sandal
the bark chips discreet
the leaves a flutter
talking in verse
about the week's plot
and what to rehearse
but the branch is strong
I wait for an answer
thinking of Monday's
midnight dancer
DeaBeePea 6-15-15
Monday's Happy
Monday not bleek
it has a funny streak
as I wake to the Misfits
and their genial speak
witty and kind
full of love and sweet
my dearest friends
walking down, this facebook street...
DeaBeePea 6-15-15
Twilight Zone Heart
a fifth dimension
beyond my soul
a universal pulse
disappearing in hole
beyond our knowledge
as vast as space
rings of silence
bypassing race
a timeless infinity
between shadow and light
superstition and science
intolerance's blight
hiding in the dark
between wisdom and fear
imagination's victory
over prejudice's jeer
beating in tease
reminding of our duty
thankful for love
and a heartbeat's beauty
Thank you to the genius of Rod Serling for his inspiration...
DeaBeePea
6-14-15
What am I forgetting...??
a beautiful flower
and a little kiss
a dance in the dark
champagne... not remiss
small package gift
with a large pink bow
compliments of beauty
and a walk by the lough
arm in arm
in quiet opulence
thoughts so sweet
in cozy condimence
but I almost forgot
those three little words
I LOVE YOU
so often unheard...
DeaBeePea 6-13-15
DIGITIGRADE
What many assume to be
the knees of a bird
are actually
yes! their ankles
so image if we
misunderstood our own
parts and limbs
that would rankle
imagine if our elbows were
actually our feet
and our heads
were actually our bums
now that sounds silly
but nature is funny that way
so sing a song of wonder
the guitar our knees do strum
DeaBeePea 4-22-15
Anticipatory Appearances
you see those beautiful pans
of flowing fields of gold
while the breeze is kissing
the oaty tips unrolled
the gentlemen steps
in gingers pace
in tranquil fear
of her beckoning place
he should angst not
her heart is tied
to his loyalties faith
and humanity plied
she begins to run
her arms aflailing
his lips she dreams
her breasts are sailing
finally they view
in seemingly miracles pew
and whisk their fervour
to anticipated embrace
her long blonde hair
suspended in motion
and his powetrful hands
turning to lotion
they finally touch
a magic explosion
drawn to a squeeze
a tight buttery implosion
DeaBeePea 4-21-15
The Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner
I am Rhizome
an ancient modified subterranean stem
I creep and crawl which bodes
Growing roots and shoots from my nodes
They call me creeping rootstalks
and say that I’m diogeotropic
which refers to my axillary buds
And their gravitational pull, unlike spuds
In the opposite direction
like stems, not roots
being perpendicular to the force
Odd behavior I endorse
Although many mistake me
for such a nub
I am a pedicle
… and that’s the rub
And I keep starches, proteins
feeding those new sprigs of mine
vegitatively of course
A very propagating source
I boast bamboo and sympodial orchids
Lily of the Valley and asparagus
varieties of lilies
I culture in flowers so frilly
And I spice many dishes
with turmeric and galangal
fingerroot and ginger
Great for knishes!
The poplar tree
tall and handsome
attacked by foragers
Insects and fungus
But the underground system
keeps them safe from destruction
so it’s a happy story
For those among us
The Venus Flytrap snaps
a trap for arachnids
the Chinese lantern, papery and red
Invasive nucleus spread
Hops growing strings
fermenting it brings
bermuda grasses spikey edge
And purple nut sedge
Young elephants
eat certain kinds
their trunks to define
sucking the vines
In savannah they dine
DeaBeePea 5-7-15
STONES
so many ages
and so man stories
harking back
to past known glories
from Nuvvuagittuq greenstone
to new found chips
stones are thrown
with sidearm skips
historians and children
and zircon lovers
cherish the pebbles
adventure uncovered
life is metamorphic
just like our friends
rounded and eroderd
with time to fend
their hidden souls
rubbed to capture
the meaning of power
and curious rapture
DeaBeePea 5-8-15
SOAP
when I think of suds
I first think of beer
anything in common
with soap... no, I fear
and yet in retrospect
maybe there is
they both cleanse in a way
with there joyous fizz
and some wash their hair
in ale alas
high in protein
as the alcohol shines like glass
and you can slip in the tub
because of the lather
or maybe it happened
from too much drink, I gather
coming from a bar
then to use one in shower
is there a connection there?
as you attempt to scour
so this metaphor must stop
it's silly and trite
but it was quite fun
as I wash by Coor's Lite
DeaBeePea 5-9-15
Sex Education
the woman is rich
the woman is smart
she worries that her man
will not be upstart
she works very hard
and buys some land
with a beach and dock
with lots of sand
it's a perfect bay
for importing boats
and other things
that reliably float
then comes Sam
a modest man
with a tiny craft
he's an also ran
but he's kind and sweet
and loyal too
so they fall in love
and form union new
he askes her politely
"Can I place my tugboat
in your beautiful harbour"
and she agrees in smiling ardor
the dingy does rock
creating a shock
and after nine months
a child is born...with a crying squawk
DeaBeePea 5-11-15
A Flowers Dream
I dreamed of rain
and its perrenial pain
constantly blasting
on my gentle terrain
why does it hurt me
in its transparent sea
I have nothing against it
and its showering splee
until I learned
about photosynthesis ferned
transiration caused
water vapour adjourned
now I know, in modest vein
I actually cause the rain
that bruises my petals
and awesome refrain
so the pain is gone
in friendly chorus drawn
my growth and journey
inspired at dawn
DeaBeePea 5-11-15
Talking With Your Hands
when my hands talk
it is the voice of touch
sensing soft
and fluffy so much
and feeling hard
and rough in prickle
and wanting to arouse
by the force of a tickle
the voice of love
as it hugs with compassion
each finger sending
companionship in fashion
in darkness all knowing
as the eyes lose their way
the skin is lit
by its modalities essay
a quiet voice
that never sleeps
and courageous words
that never weep
DeaBeePea 5-12-15
GENTILITY
in tranquilities image
in afternoons recluse
good friends gather
in gossip, innocent sleuth
each lady clutching
their masterly chalice
Limoges or Wedgwood
embroidering palace
sitting so quaint
in Devonshire terrace
while Manchester Toys
frollic with the heiress
coralene flowers
blooming in hand
while saucers await
the clinking of brand
lustreware, so clear
and scalloped-edged Haviland
giving a dance
on the table so grand
Darjeeling warm
with slice of lime
touched by the sun
a warming chime
crumbs of the lardy cake
spill on the cloth
a warbler visits
in faithful troth
the old country roses
teapot now hollow
now to the library
symposium to follow
DeaBeePea 9-14-15
The Crowd From Nowhere
