the middle of the room 59

At this very moment...

everything seems in slow motion it is not for any particular reason I am not depressed or forlorn or lacking confidence or in a drunken daze I am in a lazy realm an almost moodless trance watching things go by being happy with doing nothing but being enriched in soulful observation listening to pretty voices imagining sweet smiles my imagination caressing beauty DeaBeePea 4-10-16

Devastation

the haughty dowager

speaks out of turn

"I am devasted"

she plaintively cries

shocked at promiscuity

and indiscriminate decorum

pretending innocence

through little white lies

"I will not allow this

blight on my family,

we've been respected for centuries

and loved thoroughly by all"

the snickers could be heard

with hands over mouths

enjoying this performance

of overtly hypocritical shawl

the young cousins in vamp

mingled and flirted

ignoring prestige

sipping drink with nimiety

the gossip flew

from voice to voice

and the legend continued

in its textured piety

DeaBeePea 4-9-16

Outgrowing

Sing Me To Sleep

I don't really care

what your song is

all I know

is one important thing

it don't mean a thing

if it ain't got that swing

so as I lie

if you sing to me

it doesn't matter 

if it's a lullaby

just don't be shy

and make your voice fly

I might not fall

asleep right away

but when I do

I'll be in jazz empyrean

my mood will be epicurean

dreaming in cerulean 

blues in the night

bouncing off feathers

kissing my dancing desire

as I look into her eyes

your trancing guise

my slumbering prize

DeaBeePea 3-20-16

Out of Range   

he was now out of range

now a very sad man

living in the city

where buffalo never ran

freedom's decline

left him desolate of hope

as his new land of concrete

was a desperate grope

a cowboy forever

no stirrups to hold

his feet in direction

for his travel so bold

he missed the wind

dusty in flight

and the whispering grasslands

forever in sight

and his four-legged friend

mane and tail in the breeze

flowing in it's gallop

nothing left to appease

the deer and antelope played

in his world of steppe

his dreams marching forward

no burdens of schlep

it was now his destiny

to return to the plains

where his heart and breath met

calloused hands on the reins

 DeaBeePea 3-12-16 

Saint Ides

her fest day of Ide

of January fete

a fostering mother

of Erin's saints

Cluain Credhail

her patronage crowned

wisdom and purity

and gentle speech renowned

consecrated in faith

St.Ita Church her nativity

four acres to plough

open-handedness of sensitivity

she replied when asked

of Gods list of misdeed

a scowling face

obstinacy and greed

far ahead of time

her monastery a college

of sisters and brothers

sharing their knowledge

a miracle worker

of austerity and song

a lullaby for Jesus

sung by her throng

her cancerous death

whether truth or myth

a conflation of sanctity

and her suffering herewith

DeaBeePea 3-13-16

The Swim

your smile has lost its light

your eyes seem out of flight

feeling you creates no stir

and memories, such a blur

I don’t know what is missing

Our lips are never kissing

And I don’t seem to care

For the passion I once dared

But I think I know the solution

That considers no pollution

A skinny dip in lake so sparkling

crystal clear from moon in darkling

our naked skin is touched

with silky ointment smutched

re-awakening our forgotten lust

washing off apathy’s dust

DeaBeePea 3-15-16

Interesting Question

who I am is

is hard to define

I have had many answers

over time

what I am

is rather funny

sometimes

I'm a hyper-man bunny

when of course

can be seen as non-entity

if you see life as infinite

with an unknown identity

where I am

can be a physical question

or a mental state

of manic suggestion

but how I like to think

is rather certain

my parents in love

closing the curtains

DeaBeePea 3-16-16

Leprechaun

many differ 'chauns

but I prefer

the Monaghan one

of Cluricawne

an evening coat

with shallow tail

a beety red

a color of gloat

a vest of green

shamrock in shade

hidden in the forest

so hard to be seen

his breeches are white

down to his feet

no striped socks

for this fellow so bright

shoes so shiny

not actually a boot

he looks more scholarly

with his feet so tiny

his hat is pointed

cone-shaped and long

the sharpness a weapon

if mood is disjointed

but like all he is impish

a gold-seeking knave

a tricky little bugger

anything but wimpish

DeaBeePea 3-17-16

Leprechaun International

James Lepre-Caan

not known for misery

but once got caught

in a psychotic plot

Lepre-Khan Noonien Singh   

controlling the earth

three-quarters at that!

what a mischievous splat

Genghis Lepre-Khan

Mongolian invasions

his claim to fame

an Uyghur script his claim

Kublai Lepre-Khan

his empire not to Yuan

beating his brothers

in military smothers

Madeline Lepre-Kahn  

the operatic pixie

and Monsters paramour

spurning his purring roar 

Sammy Lepre-Cahn

a melodic elf

with "High Hopes" for sure

a pocketful of miracles to endure

this poem is "Chaun" game

only for amusement

just an imaginative jaunt

Nameology to flaunt

DeaBeePea 3-17-16

BAREFOOT

images of comfort

strolling in the park

a romantic connection

rubbing nature's bark

frolicking on the beach

the shells a minor threat

jellyfish along the edge

celebrating plantars in wet

a native way of life

music around the fire

chants of faith of miracle

avoiding stressful mire

jokeful images of dancing

footless in her hair

or on the coals of torch

repellant to the flare

freedom is the emblem

no nails through the toes

unencumbered through the forest

through leaves and wistful blows

DeaBeePea 3-19-16

SPRING 

DeaBeePea 3-19-16

FRIENDSHIP

I thought you were a friend?

he angrily spoke

so many years

you helped me when broke

suddenly you ignore

my requests for help

and you act like I'm useless

...a silly yelp

my echo is sincere

I admire you fully

a good friend indeed

never a bully

but suddenly you act cold

as if I've disappeared

I don't understand

my emotions you've steered

I feel used and controlled

you've never done anything

to improve your lot

treating life like a fling

I'm tired of your complaining

and negative vibes

you wear me out

as my trust divides

you don't seem to recognize

your downward spiral

blind to your problems

that have become stupidly viral

I have lost respect

for you, and that hurts

but you are your own worst enemy

sending friends to the outskirts

DeaBeePea 4-2-16

Gaslight Where were you why were you there are you sure of the time no reason or rhyme did you love her, be honest we'll find out the truth we'll know if your lying not fooled by your crying you were seen at the crime running away give us an explanation and then a confession we'll treat you fairly if you admit your guilt your sentence will be reduced and your reputation induced you don't have a chance so help us with this and you'll feel relieved that you haven't deceived DeaBeePea 4-5-16

Patronize

condescending and frequent

what a deadly combo

creating a quagmire

of nagging gumbo

don't fall for it

taking advantage

of the verbosity and wealth

of literary plantage

you have to learn

how to decipher

sincere from meretricity

to avoid being victim's lifer

it can mean to serve

but beware of slavery

history tells us

it can make us unsavory

DeaBeePea 4-6-16

An "unauthorized" poem for Krist Maria Robertson, a wonderful facebook friend.

Horsing Around

she has been called

intoxicating

as fresh and free

as a waterfall

Victorian gingerbread

trims her dreams

and deceitful politics

demands her call

for fairness and love

as the rhythms dance

on jitterbugs wings

at humanity's ball

the waking of the forest

and its gentle whispers

as the horses whimper

with their maning shawl

carolinian leaves

flutter to her voice

as she laughs and giggles

as a blond bombshell

bubbling in cuisine-art

dishing it out

you'll have to meet her

she's quite a doll!

DeaBeePea 1-12-17

Brief Poem

briefs

in low-rise, medium-rise, high-rise,

multiple cuts

Waist minimizing waistbands

Butt enhancing designs

Package boosting pouches

Fast-drying fabrics

Anatomically correct

boxer, bikini, and thong

trunks, boxers,

and G-strings too

and finally now

Depends

truly a selection stew

but tradition I defend

regular

Fruit of the Loom

is what you'll find

in my room

DeaBeePea 1-15-17

Ode to a Friend

Nancy Beal

certainly makes me reel

she is so funny

and is as busy as a bunny

she's from out of town

which makes me frown

but that's okay I trust

'cause she's near the Sawdust

we share our musings

along with our boozing

but remain quite dignified

as our conscience guides

wine and words

and liking birds

a nature lover

like a hummingbird hover

chipmunks and hats

and JC stories

rather prolific I'd say

in her author's glory

DeaBeePea 1-11-17

Here We Go

Here we go round the mulberry bush,

The mulberry bush,

The mulberry bush.

Here we go round the mulberry bush

so early in the morning.*

Here we go round the trumpy dump,

trumpy dump,

trumpy dump,

Here we go round the trumpy dump

so early in the morning.

Here we go, climbing the wall,

climbing the wall,

climbing the wall,

Here we go, climbing the wall,

so early in the morning.

Here we go, seeing that face,

seeing that face,

seeing that face,

Here we go seeing that face,

so early in the morning.

Here we go, listening to crap,

listening to crap,

listening to crap,

Here we go listening to crap,

so early in the morning.

Here we go, being so sick,

being so sick,

being so sick,

Here we go, being so sick,

so early in the morning.

Here we go, packing our bags,

packing our bags,

packing our bags,

Here we go, packing our bags,

so early in the morning.

Here we go, hoping for light,

hoping for light,

hoping for light,

Here we go, hoping for light,

so early in the morning.

Here he goes, being impeached,

being impeached,

being impeached,

Here he goes, being impeached,

so early in the morning.

Here we go, with this song of hope,

song of hope,

song of hope,

Here we go, with this song of hope,

so early in the morning.

*Local historian R. S. Duncan suggests that the song originated with female prisoners at HMP Wakefield. A sprig was taken from Hatfield Hall (Normanton Golf Club) in Stanley, Wakefield, and grew into a fully mature mulberry tree around which prisoners exercised in the moonlight.

DeaBeePea 1-20-17

I Like Rice

flexible and meek

treated in oblique

from China to Mexico

it's something I seek

from pilaf to risotto

paella to biryani

spicy or cool

it's simply uncanny

wild and basmati

and jasmine so fragrant

fried or steamed

creations so flagrant

such as making crisps

or a goji berry dish

it never ends

this crazy wish

the Vietnamese do it well

with peanut oil

and with chilli tuna

makes me recoil

so you get the gist

it's a marvelous grass

whether long grain or short

it's hard to surpass

DeaBeePea 1-19-17