Mothers and Daughters
A connection
unlatchable
that remains
from the hatchable
they wear the same colours
whether orange and blue
or others of rue
there might be anger
even years of stranger
but it's always alock
mind back to the flock
hand in hand
like a ragtime band
the tears they share
and expectations they bare
The path they walk
may be long to dock
but love is found
somewhere on the ground
picking up the pieces
their palms together
no releases
DBP 8-7-14
Ode to Chanterelles
things are mushrooming
in my mind
so versatile
and much in style
fried or sauted
or even raw, not dismayed
super in salad
or a theme for a ballad
"You Are My Shitake Baby"
nice on pizza
I would love a piece-a
right now
with sausage and pineapple
and a little scrapple
They stuff them too
with various things
and oh, no nice
with steak and spice
Some people slice em
others dice em
but on the "whole"
they are wonderfole
the gills breath so quiet
and the cap can be a riot
a funny thing they are
the stalk tricky to cut
and volvas can get stuck
but the annulus
a bit granulus!
and if they grew big enough
umbrellas they could be
exceeding expectations you see
edible rain protectors
a new concept for me
8-7-14 DBP
NUANCE
a nuance
like a dance
the way of carving
a note that is larvaeing
the rhythm so wilting
as it evades it's jilting
the word can be perfumed
by a tone that is broomed
whisked by a voice
unheard by choice
as the story evolves
and our emotions revolve
Rebecca tickles us
with Hulitoons that pickle us
and Kathy so magical
in thoughts so tragic or pelagical
and as I write
with jazz in flight
my thoughts are of dreams
oncoming in streams
the touches of fairies
and life in merries
DBP 8-11-14
CAN'T SAY
Leaf with a hole...
kind of silly on the whole
I mean, it could mean anything
even something menacing
But my God!
I need more information to break sod
on this issue
regarding live tissue
who does Kathy think I am
the King of Siam?
when the chasm was made
was the weather staid?
It could have been wind
that made perforation so pinned
from things flying
that had points applying
or worms
that squirmed
or flying fellows that pecked
nice leaves they wrecked
or bats that debugged
that tree so mugged
or a kid doing science
a project in leaf pliance
so I have no idea
maybe I am missing the Gaea
It could be hockey player
injured in prayer
a Toronto Maple Leaf
bludgeoned by a stick, I bequeath
so this whole aperature thing
in a bract I sing
a song of regret
it is something I just don't get
but it's a challenge
and as I peel my orange
I watch an ant eat through the peel
so I guess holes and bugs
go together...unreal!
DBP 8-11-14
GRIM...not necessarily
such a symbol
so undeititic in hymnbal
rather skeletal and slack
beneath his robe of black
likely not enduring enough
to Dance Macabre, without huff
the cemetarial witching hour
fiddling at October's end, to glower
pondering the foolishness
of earthly possession so sour
to be tricked or bribed
the spirit not blithe
as long grasses are scythed
a horseman is he
one of four in flee
but alas...just a costumed man
a tolerant perception so bland
Photo by Marco Pucci
8-11-14 DBP
My friend Yo-Yo
Yo-Yo gets me mad
I guess I shouldn't be so unglad
sometimes I tell her to blow
but she always manages to show
She's not so bad really
but she does get too touchy feely
for I am somewhat befuddly
with poultry who are cuddly
and she is always quacking
and is never slacking
from her Duncan Top elevating
a trick that is very escalating
one of her skills
that creates a lot of thrills
is the vertebrae illustration
produced in duplication
it even lays eggs, in biaction
but not I note, in dissatisfaction
so although this turkey
leaves me dismurky
I guess friends are good
I must count my blessings, withstood
DBP 8-11-14
Tribute to the Folies
moon reflected
embracing
ceiling of populaire
beaming with stable conscious so frail in temperment
contradiction
friction?
Unaware
bowl of locks, so simple and strong
the waist and bust along
in exposition of light with fruit and armagnac de montal
Melon de Bourgogne visiting frontal
a reverberated lace
medallion
a reward so choking
emulating dignity, revoking
preserved in Manet
corsage and bracelet...singing her tracelet
Suzon
prostituting her doom, from
countrysides of loom
Orange so juicy permeating in zest
questioning the pest
the bass in barley and voice
as England awaits it's plume
sadness, no joy
despite Tuileres
fun imperiled in magnetic force
the course
stumbling forward
un bar toward
the final painting...
DBP 8-12-14
This is a response to Manet's "Un bar aux Folies Bergère"
Webbed Rosetta
A netherworld
co-habitation so swirled
the smallest of panthera pardus
and the zebra finch among us
the plundered rainforest
and cherry tree home to rest
the ghostly past
when man was supreme in vast
the black cat reminds us
with fear and teeth clenched tremendous
but serenity prevails
for all that ails
three comrades in diplomacy
united nations preyless in precis
hands cupped, no commotion
sipping waters of infinite oceans
gradually flowing to other planets
adjoined by sunlight of granite
hidden by compassion
and loving ration
Photo by Maria Ginex Zorka
8-12-14 DBP
In Range
Change
so undefinable
and lacking course
man does things
with little remorse
change relative to what
he must understand
knowing history
is a helping hand
social altering
can be done with care
or it can be dictated
by men of evil dare
in hockey, it means new line
in persona, fresh attitude
in tolerance it stresses
that we take latitude
in verbage, clean clothes
a literal translation
considered etiquettte
in the social station
so I suppose it is always there
but somehow disappears
as moral revolution
is always in arrears
DBP 8-12-14
Table Setting
Physical pain
so easy
it comes and goes
like the breeze
But emotional pain
lingers like an urchin
needing to be fed
by thoughts
that are recusant and lurking
But there is a way
to deal with such ache
to set a table
with a chair for distress
welcoming the soreness
and toasting as guest
but always assuring
the head table for fondness
the wine is sipped
and thankfulness equipped
to carry our spirit
through all that corrupts it
to resist the stabbing sword
is to turn on your will
caress your passion
and let the blood spill
8-12-14 DBP
Damn!
Forgetting things
or how we would miss
that searching bliss
our life half spent
looking for things
that amusement brings
what would we do
with our valuable hours
if it wasn't for misplacing what's ours
Instead of being mad
just laugh and howl
at how we fail to remember as we prowl
I had a perfect last line
for this verse of mine
but I misplaced it
how asinine...
DBP 8-12-14
The Toad on My Wallpaper
Apophenia
from random data
ah, yes!...unknown strata!
I question that
what dossier so spurious?
We can potentially perceive so curious
a hidden message?
from all that is seen
and has ever been
whether
a man on the moon
or a rabbit in lune
Reading wall stains
a rather odd pastime I remain
but nothing is deviant really
a callus in a tree
could be a chimpanzee
molybdomancy in candlelit shadows
molten and mikado
The Silurian Dragons
breathing fossiled fire
or Cydonian mesa
or a flowing Contessa
The inkblot test
surely mental unrest!
"hard-wired" from birth
to identify the facial girth
Magnetoencephalography
such long a word
for shortsightedness, absurd
As our early cognition
creates "La Gardienne des Gorges", the saga
Hoburgsgubben and Baba Yaga
in such imperforate recognition
The clustering illusion
our cognitive infusion
such early construction
as we incur our seduction
7-28-14
History "Strawn"
Long internodes
and the slender stems
of malacca gems
The spines so finely woven
The roots into wicker
harvested in ease to adorn
and transported with breezy luminance
the cathedra is born
Now to homeland so guarded
a historic revival regarded
now enhancing the parlour
as harmony proceeds through analogy
Living in Eastlake
portraying a new frugality
and insistent durability
the Queen herself personified
Morality exported
as the Gilded Age
attempts to hide and cap
the ensuing Malthusian Trap
The family cocooning
in privacy and faith balooning
the unknowing individual,
the facade covering mysteries
Sewn in the fabric
and themed in literature
whether Astley's Amphitheatre
or quilting bees to feature
Derby and Disraeli in reform
or Carnegie's steel empire so born
Tammany Hall or the Mugwumps
the new world is in storm
Solitary man was confined
to his chair and his mind
in wonderment, despair
and fear and courage
In composition or
the use of brawn and gun
he was supported and decorated
buy the days warmth and sun
Sitting in modesty, so proud
but wearying of the infinity
of war and poverty
but smiling of future and child
DBP 7-25-14
Scathophagidae
Let me introduce in humility
my many legged family
the Detritovores I honour
in humble fawner
although they can be difficult
I find worthy to exult
the fact they nutritious
and can be delicious
Mr. Millipede so myriapodous
and large mandibles so biting
and a rather crusty bodice
for some that are uniting
Lady Louse a crustacean
a roly poly clown renown
she has a bad name
but is still in acclaim
Daddy Dung Fly
so ubiquitous, on the hunt
with it's miracle spiracle befront
attracted to poop
...yes, that is the scoop
and Sister Slug
my, such a mug
a gastropod in nod
passing in desiccation, to pod
the opporunistic
Senora Sea Star I bequeath
ochre and reef
they have no beef
hydraulic power with lief
My uncle Trepang
who recycles in gang
calcified in harangue
in salad he hangs
Oh...I almost forgot
my musical lot
Fidel, the Fiddler
so crabby in kin
but large clawed and in din
a jubilee in the sea
his concert in lee
Aunt Poly Kate so annelid
so bristly as she slid
robust and widespread
the depths she fled
So my clan in span
so vast in pan
and fecal as debris
rather slimy
I foresee
but I don't want a glimmer
of a protein skimmer
7-27-14
A Perception of Mars
Our terrestrial minds
holding us away to run
from air so thin
a fourth from the sun
So much the same
polar ice caps remain
Olympus mountains
and Marineris canyons
To be impacted by craters
sharing in illusion imbued
so optical and magnetic
searing in orange and red
We dust the silica-rich sediment
from our nouget impediment
and think of past waters
as we bite the almond
Bonneville no vehicle
in fear of the asteroid belt
as thermal inertia is felt
pondering Slough in Berkshire
You cannot measure
pleasure
but the lava bar
orbits in magic astar
Imagine that
a dark and light journey
into midnight history
a planet inviting in mystery
Finding mini-eggs
in habitable zones
no peanut trace is known
blown away by solar winds
Soft caramel abounds
pouring from mounds
caressing the chilled rocks
forming de-crystalized honeycombs
as the vanilla sand
learning from Viking probes at hand
is sprinkled on our fantasy
so "out of this world" and sweet
DBP 7-23-14
My personal hymn for the holiday season...
