Brackish
major assignments
imposed on me
overwhelmed I must say
no time for tea
dissect of frog
never really liked this
wrapped by a snake
not exactly bliss
researching the books
about hanging moss
grey threads of wisdom
tree story embossed
and the mating habits
of the gnatcatcher so small
busy in his flutter
proudly standing tall
observing the least skipper
in pocosin black
and the yawns I heard
stopped me in my track
alligators skimming
the surface of prowl
studying intention
of their teeth and their howl
the report is needed
I must be prompt
but give me a break
I'm totally SWAMPED!
DeaBeePea 3-25-16
Felidae Anatolia
Introducing Felidae
a temporal man
lobes so bright
a short-legged clan
relying on cerebrality
the cortex habitual
in a large skulled home
but the long body a poem
versing in continous flow
nutrients of rosettes
camouflaged in tow
as he hunts
in opportunism
to confront
so coy and ascending
climbing and barking
in silence remarking
searching for Jane
deceptive in tame
whether rainforest or desert
his long tales remain
food chains so linked
topping the lion on brink
an etymologoical hybrid
clouded in snow
elusive in darkness
serene in starkness
a spotty past
so solitarily cast
male ranges
so pubbing in leap
served as elite
beverages of dung beetles
to speedy elands
and even chitals
devised as vittles
the power of Oba
heraldry in arms
Dionysus aride
a nocturnal journey
through Pella astride
Photo by Maria Ginex Zorka
DBP 8-3-14
Bust Your Conk
The cats are boppin
and doin' some moppin'
Menckens jive
has arrived
Cab singin' heidi-ho
tellin' allligor
to blow those chops man blow!
The Harlem chorus
as the Vipers dig
that stick of tea
cools that gig...
all those hep cats
swing
it don't mean a thing
if it don't
that git box
strummin'
and big suitcase
drummin' those rocks
and plumbin' and thumbin'
those Jitterbuggin' chicks
Hoochie Coochers
hot and skirtin'
she's blip
with those hips
and Gatemouth
beat it out
that old blues shout
creepin' out like shadow
no jive turkeys here
and hipsters
grin those crumb crushers
teasin' those blushers
with trickeration
its time to bop
jammin' so Mezz
along with Pres
Kill me Mr. Growl
make the frolic pad howl
Storehouse
with the Doghouse
boogie man is here
This sends me
solid murder I cheer
groovin'
and riffin' my scotch
Hulitoon by Rebecca Hulit
DBP 8-2-14
Ochroid
The quiet fields of gold
every sound in clarity told
insects busy and abuzz
whispering winds
whistle through petals afuzz
The grains announce
the harvest pronounced
as the sun peacefully, declares it's scape
transforming horizons
with it's glittering cape
The festive monument
a plant so joyous
in Moresca it foments
shyness behind
it's humility in growth assigned
Nature's recourse to love
as destruction permeates
the personified world, a glove
gripping negligence and naivite
effusive or anxious in blur
Hazy recollections
of agrarian culture
the silence is golden
as our dreams transpire
to nurture us embolden
Photo by Marco Pucci
DBP 8-1-14
IMAGINE
Imagine if everything was...
inflexible
Elastic bands of rubber
would be hard to flubber
Shirts would give me blisters
and we would hate our sisters
even more...chuckle
and how would mothers
be able to suckle
and a mattress would be sore
and I probably wouldn't snore
underwear would hurt
my genitals no longer pert
Towels wouldn't fold
hard to wrap I am told
and curtains would fail
to draw on rail
my body would rust
from failure to adjust
for a carpet to lay
would involve great delay
a complete wall removed
not behoove
but most important
is the assortment
of stubborn and headstrong
people would belong
in a society of hardheads
we would surely dread
so let me twist
my mind to conjure
and stretch my mind
so love can conquer
DBP 7-31-14
Clear Gums
asking Mom
permission required
candy not assumed
but rewarded and desired
many efforts thwarted
but Saturday would come
often surprised and comported
Chocolate milk and gums
my mind astrum
I remember being,
in Almong joy, agreeing
to coconut kissing my tongue
in condiments among
Or a Big Hunk
the nougat so titian
Annabelle's truffles
make quite a kerfuffle
and Patterson's Longfellow
an infinite treat
Somedays with my nickel
ribbon candy is my tickle
and for Dad
butter mints
or Humbugs, no fad
Demel’s Violet blossom
the leaves of piquant
and Aunt Mercey's hard tack
now fancy that
Sleeping in Haystacks
with peanut butter dreams
Dad's home made panocha
the maple mist streams
and I shant forget
Mrs. Crawford's Taffy Apples
and frying up scrapple
delighted with treacle
The tin sits alone
on a school desk throne
so weathered in tone
my teeth conjure cloying
my memories enjoying
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DBP 7-30-14
RADIO
modulating radiated waves
with amplitude, frequency, phase
scattering seeds so wide
as we listen, in time we bide
we think it is passed
but no...not so fast!
we have WLAN, wi-fi
satellite navigation so high
and GPS, to find
our way, as we are inclined
reflection, refraction or diffraction
non-ionized stations in traction
we thank the men
of Menlo Park, so inventive yet again
and the Brazilian priest
who never ceased
to instill hope again, amen
The beach became the place
the transistor the iconic trace
a Regency TR-1
rocking in the sun
as Shelley Fabares
sings, as the waves roll away
Edward R. Murrow
and the flying saucers furrow
the BBC and tea
before the Beatles came to be
Goodman plays at night
and to everyones delight
he's heard in California colleges
before the strike of eight
Analog television uses radio
the AM sound from studios
then FM comes when I'm a child
the sound so clear
and soothingly mild
then they said 10-4
it almost became a bore
but a part of an era
that we had in store
"All That Jazz"
my favourite show
yes, radio it was
with a lot of pizzazz
whether Amos and Andy
or audio candy
I love the radio
mono or stereo
DBP 8-7-14
A Trivia Bent
Not frivolous to me
this minutiae game
it might be my path
to trifling fame
movies and jazz
almost encyclopedic I say
I challenge my friends
to a pursuit today
it may seem inconsequential
this warehouse of facts
memorabilia gathered
keeping reputation intact
Blues in the Night in '41
Woody's first version
Black and Tan Fantasy in '29
the Duke's first excursion
in '39 Gone With the Wind
boasted thirteen nominations
and Hattie McDaniel
the first of her station
but it's not a contest to me
just a fascinating odyssey
of trite items to know
in my imaginations geodecy
DeaBeePea 3-23-16
As an Anachronism I decided to super-impose two eras and styles of poetry. This is an interpretive juxtaposition of "Pretty Halcyon Days" by Ogden Nash (1975) and "I Saw From the Beach" by Thomas Moore (1808).
Pretty Halcyon Days/ I Saw From the Beach
Sitting in contemplation
A pleasant distant view
The beach, the sand and the sun
Bare feet, my solitary pew
The morning glistened
A swimmer moved beyond
The ocean within reach
Was I dreaming of spirit spawned?
In idle wonder, hands extended
No stars to guide me
Slowly, the waters left me
The bather standing inside me
The past was a blur
Obligations had waned
And my youthful promises
The receding tide has stained
The pleasantry seems hollow
Naked, before the indiscriminate shores
The ebb and flow is a dance
As evening bares me, liquid floors
My emotion becomes brave
Solid and bitter
I cannot turn around
As my old life is frittered
My cravings are confused
Silly in their want
As my new strength
Keeps me from a spinning jaunt
The exquisite flame still burns
Turning passion into precious coals
Of the air and the sand and the sun
The athletic earth and it’s slippery controls
DeaBeePea 3-24-16
An unsolicited verse:
Christmas Card in March
Late is never
If it comes from the heart
Unquestioned friendship
True from the start
Snow won’t dampen
The paper of greeting
The stamp stays glued
Togetherness in meeting
Addresses change
The result of living
In an uncertain world
Where hope is giving
It sits on the table
Announcing its love
Folded to stand
Fitting my soul like a glove
DeaBeePea 3-25-16
although today
we hear of walls
keeping people in
or keeping people out
that is not what I
think of at all
when reminiscing about barricades
something my youth was about
they were for bouncing
different kinds of balls
deflecting and reflecting
and running with falls
announcing my success
or failure to catch
that round thing of rubber
that bounded so far
I would dive and do somersaults
grass stains on knees
and sometimes the ball
would bounce off the car
I loved that side wall
so many hours of play
didn't always need a friend
I had those bricks everyday
DeaBeePea 3-28-16
am I a twister?
hiding my blister
worn from BS
that tends to bless
my imaginative soul
a shoe so drole
walking on glass
to reach en mass
those willing to listen
as my lips do glisten
in ego-centric speak
reality I deke
bending and braiding
opinions I'm raiding
making them my own
a mission I've sewn
a curlicue of madness
not much sadness
except for sorrow
from suffering I borrow
a licorice taste
sugared in haste
so many dances
that my writing prances
I am a helix
a bit like Felix
naughty and quick
with a witty flick
I'm not saying brilliant
but maybe resilient
as I convolute truth
as a why asking sleuth
DeaBeePea 3-31-16
