RAIN
raindrops keep falling on my head
but now that I think of it
I should be in fearful dread
because I'm in my room
and there is a toilet overhead
DeaBeePea 7-20-15
RAIN
rain is sort of
like those people
who come to your door
from under a steeple
they mean goodwill
and avoid spouting smut
but after all is said and done
they can be a pain in the butt
DeaBeePea 7-20-15
RAIN
rain can be useful
just put out a bucket
and when it fills
make dandelion tea
zinc and iron
vitamins A, C and D
magnesium and potassium
absolutely free
DeaBeePea 7-20-15
RAIN
some rain is sneaky
some other is vain
one is quiet and tickling
the other is like a train
DeaBeePea 7-20-25
RAIN
rain is made of water
announced in thunderous threat
and if you stand under it
you'll probably get wet
DeaBeePea 7-20-15
BLUE FLAME
an incandescence glow
musicians in the know
brassy swoons
and the clarinets like loons
oxygenated air
recycled in the glare
the bandstand sings
sounding bluesy rings
combustion of mystery
from the trumpets, blistery
the leaders crawl
a clarinet squall
ionized in excitement
delirious incitement
as the cerulean blaze
dances in our gaze
DeaBeePea 8-15-15
CONCEPTS
to evaluate
this serendipitious miracle
we ponder
it's seed
I ask myself
with too much planning
do I eradicate
it's feed
a trap I set
my open mind
and let it come
above and behind
expected in surprise
the magic of hope
across the bridges
that inspiration binds
love as glue
and faith as passion
intermingled with desire
for wonder and awe
I can't see behind
but if I wait long enough
my footstep trail
will beckon a paw
three princes knock
on my door that's ajar
trespassing the shield
igniting a fire
a counsel of change
not planning attack
but celebrative solutions
for the astonished choir
DeaBeePea 8-18-15
COFFEE and MARMALADE
a bitter pairing
with sweet overtones
certainly a metaphor
of life and its bones
as I chuckle on that
my memories waver
because it tastes so good
in startling flavour
lemons so tart
and oranges from Seville
Columbian coffee
from roasted hills
pips and pith
a pectinous set
and French Press brew
a caffeinous debt
a joyous beginning
to a literate day
composing my thoughts
in my musical fray
DeaBeePea 8-17-15
The Frozen Sphinx
looking for giant squid
in the extinction of fear
finding the krill
insufficient and mere
the sphinx sprouted wings
eager to help
masking his corruption
from Athenian whelp
invading the territory
of the colonial seabirds
bringing gifts
to disguise the words
the large beaked foul
were delighted in feast
appreciating the statue
and it's personified beast
benevolent and ferocious
the bird-lion smiled
knowing it's intention
of trickery and wile
the feline inerited
the ritualised dances
so privately tuned
in the Albatross romances
the white giant was poisoned
and attached by feral
spread on the island
for meaningless peril
the mythical cat
showing ancient prudence
hiding invisible shame
in the tomb of death's student
learning that crime
pays in history
if the keeping of reputation
is safe in valued mystery
DeeBeaPee 8-16-15
WE LIVE
Under the delusion of democracy...
under the delusion that our economy is strong...
under the delusion that peace is unattainable...
under the delusion that second best is adequate...
under the delusion that wishing for a better world is idealistic...
under the delusion that free trade is free...
under the delusion that capitalism is dictated by a free market...
under the delusion that profit is progress...
under the delusion that speed is efficient...
under the delusion that fights for real change are unwinnable...
under the delusion that sustainable economics is impractical...
under the delusion that that the individual is no longer empowered...
under the delusion that woman's rights is no longer an issue...
under the delusion that Canada is not a racist nation...
under the delusion that the little engine CAN'T...
and under the delusion that as individuals we are not responsible for the mess around us...
Dea Bee Pea 8-21-15
Centaurea cineraria
my friend Dusty Miller
rather elegent
in her silver cinders
from Italy she came
they called her fiordaliso
a flashy garden tinder
setting aflame
in glittering chalice
shy in her darkened shade
her bedding so torrid
sometimes in slope
delightful in not being made
she wakes in flowers
adorned in white or yellow
trimmed for argent simlicity
her pearly lace
an extravagant dress
an annual or perennial duplicity
DeaBeePea 8-20-15
What will you do...
often asked
and simply answered
I find it easy
and sometimes cheesy
sarcastic and blunt
not always polite
my less kind nature comes out
under drought
of patience so thin
though it shouldn't be
I guess I'm human
as saucy as cumin
but when it comes down to it
I simply say
I'll do my best, then die
a common end, no need to cry
DeaBeePea 8-21-15
LATE
there are many reasons
for being late
some are valid
caused by fate
others are dumb
hard to believe
insinuating chaos
nonsense to deceive
car trouble, routine
so often used
many excuses
become abused
someone came to the door
the ultimate surprise
they always come
just when we're leaving... with pies
one friend, once said
"I peed my pants"
had to rush back
in order to advance
but if your clock is behind
that's just indolent
if you don't know the time
your lacking an instrument
but the laggers just lose
because a lot of the galas
are best at the start
when they serve the challah
so we should just say
without dismay
late is late
so stop your bray
DeaBeePea 8-21-15
Golden Rules
the angle of minority
the losing side
those egalitarian speakers
bent on equalities ride
a piece of pie
large enough to quench
my appetite so large
but still an outnumbered blench
fear not I
the pugilist stance
if it's worth fighting for
it's worth dying for perchance
it's a flowering position
brief flights of glory
petaling with friends
in lonely hopes quarry
the rule of phyllotaxis
acute in florets
the golden rule persists
in the angle of Dorritt
DeaBeePea 8-22-15
When the Daisy Fell
I delight in autumn. The memories of summer are still alive. The new colours announce their pride, as the chlorophyll foliage dances with the new seasons perennials. It is a time of rest, but the plants do not die. It is a musical time, as the melody quietens slightly but there are loud crescendos and explosians as well.
The fall flowering chrysanthemums in their vanity, hold up the falling daisies. The migrating butterlies are still intoxicated by the sweetness of the nectar. These glorious flowers impose themselves, with only a modest desire for soil and sun. The blooms are copious.
The overcast days accually accentuate the coral colours of the Apricot Daisy. White to pale pink, apricot and rose, underbedded by luminous golden tones... the joy of Niche’s October Glow. The golden centered Country Girls walks through the garden, gently avoiding the terra cotta Saxapahaw, blowing it's bird-like song.
The sturdy Montauk bold and stubborn, never fearing the thoughts of wind. Reddish-bronze buttons cloth the air and eyes, And here's to you Mrs. Robinson.
So let's petal off into the season of three.
DeaBeePea 8-18-15
That's What She Said
The perils of quote
a cautionary note
misconstrued
and somewhat skewed
a different place
a different time
could change things remarkably
in verbal mime
sarcasm and satire
enter the fray
and the tone of voice
could deliever a spray
an ocean of difference
that could mean
taken out of context
distorts vocal preen
DeaBeePea 8-25-15
Thirteen
I am a thirteen
kind of guy
usually picking
the weirdest rye
going down
the darkest street
disregarding
the mystery beat
meeting people
that take the path
the least that is traveled
with little wrath
if the odds are against
it doesn't matter
because I enjoy the process
and all the clatter
so let me wear
the unlucky number
because nothing will stop me
for nothing I will cumber
DeaBeePea 11-22-16