Wizardous World
On the way to Oz
as the story begins to end
the men come
Dorothy and her path to send
Rolling up
the yellow brick road
Sadly spilled, I'm told
on the plot of an primeval film
But a magic mountain arises
and is candied and given life
as a blueburry fruit roll-up
drenches the summits cries
Climbed by the flying gemsboks
both with icy stares unbroken
as if waiting in a director's premonition
their words in crystal, not spoken
A silk blanket of sapphire
with azure gems arising
wealthy jewels of sentiment
dancing like karaole balls reprising
The golden sky
like a courageous lion
of water rings so high,
casting a spell and roar
...on the Othrysian world
And kissing two blossoms
so innocently clustered in row
"Where the rain don't fall and the wind don't blow
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain"
Hulitoon by Rebecca Hulit
DBP 7-22-14
Beside each CHARACTER...I put a number, to code the actual actor and movie, which is listed below.
Horray for Hollywood...
Big House Butch(1)
ferociously fearsome
in rebellious seclusion
and the wavering wayman(2)
brawn in bulk in might
and...not too bright
in Doctor's servitude, so slight
Louis(3) the butler
polite, elegant and officious
fastidious, but nervous in service
John Lattimer(4) an agent of firearm
triggering strength in disarming
versatility abounds as iconic
Gerald O'Hara(5) portrayed
so tragic and war-torn, delayed
in celebration, sentimental and victimized
An identity in crisis, so amiable
Kris Kringle(6) to prove
kind and patient to a fault
and a "real" dream to move
Sir Francis "Piggy" Beekman(7)
Dirty old man, preferring blondes
Lorelei so fond
and Sir Guy of Gisbourne(8)
a foil to Robin, nefarious, cheating in scorn
Eddie(9) asking, to have and have not...
whiskey and a limp to speak in sot
Then, searching for a Falcon
Cairo(10) manipulating in devious
but cowardly in fear, obligitous
Kasper Gutman(11)
enormous and vociferous,
and eliciting of suspicion,
in erratic mission
McCormick(12)...in hiding
found by chance, now chiding
performing in calm
wallet pursued to barren
the laughable Hardwick's
Horace(13) so innocently in peril
and Madge(14) in tolerance and trust
a gift of spirit and laughter in gust
Bates(15) so comical
perspiring in confusion
dumb in servitude and illusion
and sweet Lily Davis(16)
creating a Wilderness of hope
and Millicent Jordan(17)
so scatterbrained, to elope
in a society at eight
and Sadie Dugan(18) diligent and loyal
a sane voice in critical identities
marriage tricks to foyle
genial Min(19) the voice rumbling dockside
both snappy and sympathetic
with a wise-cracking courage to ride
and Bill to critically confide
Mary Kane(20)...a citizen so stern
but understanding and steadfast in yearn
Lucy Gesslar(21)...the sarcastic comrade
serving patrons and duty, to rely
a convertible watchful eye
Mrs. Branson(22) so suspicious and naive
her wheelchair a tool to bereave
to mastermind assurance
and estranged from reality
Mary Wollstone Shelley (23)...authoress and monster
a bride of misunderstood kindness, no friend
a streak of white emblazon
a ghastly sight to gaze on
Violet Bick (24)...a not so wonderful life
but admired for her permicious sparkle
her future saved by a friend patriarchal
Aunt Sissy(25) so sassy...a golden kin
playful in delight and sin
all characters found
inside us each day
as we celebrate the touch
of us in their image
DBP 7-21-14
1. Wallace Beery...The Big House 1930
2. Nate Pendleton...The Secret of Dr. Kildare 1939
3. Franklin Pangborn...Topper Takes a Trip 1939
4. Charles Bickford...The Plainsman 1936
5. Thomas Mitchell...Gone With the Wind 1939
6. Edmund Gwenn...Miracle on 34th Street 1947
7. Charles Coburn...Gentlemen Prefer Blondes 1953
8. Basil Rathbone...The Adventures of Robin Hood `1938
9. Walter Brennan...To Have and Have Not 1944
10. Peter Lorre...The Maltese Falcon 1941
11. Sidney Greenstreet...The Maltese Falcon 1941
12. Barton MacLane...Treasure of the Sierra Madre 1948
13. Edward Everett Horton...Top Hat 1935
14. Helen Broderick...Top Hat 1935
15. Eric Blore...Top Hat 1935
16. Aline MacMahon...Ah Wilderness! 1934
17. Billie Burke...Dinner at Eight 1933
18. Thelma Ritter...A Letter to Three Wives 1949
19. Marie Dressler...Min and Bill 1930
20. Agnes Moorehead...Citizen Kane 1941
21. Eve Arden...Mildred Pierce 1945
22. Dame May Whitty...Night Must Fall 1937
23. Elsa Lanchester...The Bride of Frankenstein 1935
24. Gloria Grahame...It's a Wonderful Life 1946
25. Joan Blondell...A Tree Grows in Brooklyn 1945
Real Life
In godly awareness
we can answer, life is his
not ours
in magical bareness
We have never
made a seed
to re-create
so we do it indeed...
In oil, and note
and in animate art
our closest call to
generational start
From a bouncing ball
to machinima engaged
squashing and stretching
anticipating the stage
Posing to pose
in overlapping inertia
a surreal repose
in pixilation
A message...
through exaggerated enclaves
as old as man himself
in paleolithic caves
found in a Burnt City
Movement personified
in cinématographe
marriage of actor
and character
A meeting of minds
one real, so tined
the other whimsical
but one in authenticity
Animātiō
"the act of bringing to life"
DBP 7-22-14
Round
a circle is life
as life is a cell
we think in lines
that incorrectly defines
a book reads across
a formula left to right
a journey beginning and end
a movie "the end" to defend
a match, win and lose
and we think of winds
as westerlies and easterlies
but as we know, cyclonic in cruise
a song is a chorus
repeated to impell
emotion that stirs
the romance to tell
the merry-go-round we ride
the seat does swing a bit
on and off we can get
but in the spin we abide
the river has a source
and it has a mouth to
but in a miracle of erudition
it flows in course
love seems to end
but it's something we send
it travels perpetually
it's source to be transferable
everything goes round
as the corpuscle vibrates
expanding and contracting
multiplying by mitosis profound
meiosis speaks sexually
chromosome numbers in half
gametes and spores
zygote restores
we live in a vacuole
spinning and bumping
a heated frenzy
our hearts are thumping
our blood travels, healing
a halo to our being
we think as we breathe
animate oxygenation respiring
our world is planets
spinning and revolving
our energy is the sun
burning in a spherical bun
the universe is infinite
it has no end
so it too is a circle
so many secrets to lend
DBP 7-6-14
GIDGET DREAMS
the waves are beckoning
the perfect surf he is reckoning
the board he brings
adorned in beaver-tailed baggies
as the shore lies bunniless
his pale body harassed
so nipple-rashed
Scrawny cactus legs
spindly toes
and wonky knees
the prickly heat he vests
dews his concave chest
the whitecaps he atops
saltiness peppers him
his mouth runneth over
as the longboard deserts
he flails like a crab, and asserts
his shellfish bruised feet
lunched by a perch
his tanless torso screams
he fears the Pacu...
the nutcracker snappu
testicular fears
uninformed
of the freshwater orientation
the ocean fish is
a compromise of sorts
perching on his toe delicious
as he packs in his
junkyard journey
back to the sand
to build a castle so grand
Moondoggie's shed
maybe to the billabong
a watering-hole hodad
for
dreams of adorement
but looking out...of sortment
over the choppy sea
his slab floats away
looking for ...the Big Kahuna
a kook
in the soup
solitude so mournful
dreams splashed and dashed
Cowabunga
HULITOON by Rebecca Hulit
7-13-14 DBP
UNKNOWN
The more I know
the less I know...
The less I know
the more I know...
Unknown so vast
it comes to ask
...I don't even know
who I am at last
So I am a searcher
and researcher
Defining through
language and science
of which there is
reliance
But certainty is lacking
there is little backing
so we find
devices of mind
that give knowledge a jacking
But any answers that come
assume that learnings are plumb
with creation
so numbing
So I project through
a mysterious self-definition
combining tradition
and ethical application
But what it amounts
is faith and hope
the foundation
of which,
there is no expectation
so let us embrace
in love and grace
and write in musings
of wonderment
so soothing
DBP 4-20-14
Faded in Glory
the faded colours
beauty unrealized
pale amber
mystic blue
serene silvers of fluffy roux
The gentle greys a mirror
the moon is brightest
but modest in glow
the face distorted
but in the know comported
There is light awaiting
warning of it's confidence
as we remain still
mesmerized in shrine
the mountainous lines
Of ivory clouds
that blanket us
our chilly toes exposed
to the storms
that enshroud
Horizons and scenes
so mistook in routine
the sensual pastals
massage us with creation
to our human station
PHOTO by Marco Pucci
7-14-14 DBP
The Big Bubble
Large bubble in focus
the leaf almost hocus
the dewey friends lie scattered
as the surface looks like platter
One could crawl inside
no fear to collide
no insects seems near
nothing to fear
the droplets are still
awaiting a thrill
it could be a storm
in the process of form
the leaf so scarred
water races have jarred
not sure who won
no trophy in sun
the lone blade of grass
no associates to amass
a spectator I guess
to witness the cress
That huge note of froth
almost soapy in broth
to wash in it fun
but one problem to run...
How could I partake
without thee I break
maybe through the petiole's underside
I wash in ingenuities pride
Photo by Marco Pucci
7-18-14 DBP
Silhouette
The image defined
in simple lines
black or henna
pround in a featureless projection
Cutting portraits, a profile
embossed grisaille
painting on ivory and
negative tracing
Ancestors illuminated pure
in noble posture
dignity and allure
the daughter of Pliny a model?
Physiognomist in art
a science outlining
character in vogue
the mudflap girl so rogue
And presenting
Hitchcock,
so round and ominous
mysterious and illuminous
looking contre-jour
Jane Austen couture
pride and stature
among landed gentry
But may I not be remiss
in Lilian Gish, so sepia
no broken blossoms
in the display
7-14-14
TRANCE
The evening fades
the spoked rays
piercing the pickets to shade
shadows carving
the variegated veranda
The infinite row of eyes
spectators from tiny windows
dreaming in wishes and sighs
romance so notorious
of the dancers unseen
Gliding beyond the lens
the tango sweeping
over the quilted stage
the gown fringe leaping
captivating, as it swings in ollivero
The silent awes filling
the night air aglitter
the fleece above apoint
to tornado rhytms chitter
funneling the Montevideon Gods
The danceur so spicy
as she cachinnates with delight
the handsome suitor
in seductive sneer
gourmets in rhuma enticing
The robust coryphees
reappear in vermillion and black
the twilight turns in lee
as the lights are dimmed
the patrons to rest
The trumpets mute
the balustrades become austere
The lovers to embrace
in the steamy glow and grace
of an Argentinian piazza
DBP 7-17-14
A Play on Words
His stories mad in parse
such perplexing farce...
comedies with payments due
a thousand marks of owe
with the evening sun
and Historical soliloquys so
the winter of discontent passes over
and tragically
a pair of 'star-cross'd lovers"
take their lives
love so relinguished
Their parents rage extinguished
But what is most pertaining
is the identity trading
the merchant's son so exactly alike
counterparts of twins to a slave
the tension comical and brave
And Helena's change of colour
the countess to daughter
by marrying her son
and Portia rescues Antonio,
as a doctor of law in pun
Mercutio's conceptual paronomasia
the dichotomy of fairies and whores
darkening the whisps to humanity
with walnut carriages and,
insect steeds of lore
The depravity of Mabious dreams
cutting the throats of soldiers
the juxtaposed chaos streams
and spinning sonnets
of ludicrous irony
Such an absence of forgiving
A spherical indulgence
of panic and scorn
so dactylically spun
my confusion stalls
In a paradox of fun
DBP 4-17-14
Adventures in Hulitoons
The giant-tailed hulibird
hovering above the sails
of the buried flying pigtails
as the pink and blue candy-ocean
canvases the floes
with shadows of ghostly toes
The King of the swinely Set
blown by forceful and sweet
fruit-roll winds in fleet
Dancing is the winging verdure
a symphony of floral notes
Elysia chlorotica society in pure
The spiral of life, the mating
in the cyclonic eye of
colour, life and wisdom...creating
DBP 7-15-14
Liberty Reclaimed
resolved
we shout to be free
absolved
form all allegiances
independent states
the fruits of success
the ringbolt in the chain
fates
of undeveloped destiny
saving our principles
dark and threatening clouds overhead
disclosing leeward flinty rock
to be a storm-tossed mariner, in stead
clutching to spar at midnight
originally simple and sublime
an unsubdued wilderness
to climb
in so little concert
a great age was framed
in view of liberty
sometimes losing sight
inflamed
revolution instead of peace
quiet but unshrinking
the limits of forbearance
order without tyranny, to cease
but shameless disregard
cruelty and greed
ignoring appropriate reward
and assuming evil ones,
a poison seed
but conscience prevails
and love stirs us
That day will come all feuds to end,
And change into a faithful friend
Each foe.
DBP 7-4-14
Collection
a period blue box, in reserve
with the sweetness of honey
the piquancy of chutney
the boiling and sealing to preserve
The soda-lime glass Mason
and cannister for flours
the brand has paled after the longest of hours
but the memories grow stronger in antiquation
Saturday mornings, if I would
helping with the wringer
hanging to dry, before the milk man comes
maybe chocolate milk, if I'm good
And a cone later on, I foresee
after our shopping, at A&P
oh yes, the pumpkin pie, to apease
don't forget the whipped cream, please!
A few leaves blown in
to join in the congregation
listening as the lids are asking
"open me again" as a memorable basking
To reveal some mystery
and answer akin
a clothespin might be under
a can, carefree and usunder
DBP 7-5-14
Hereafter
When I am gone...
nothing will change
my life's new dawn
There will be lovers
and
the sky will be blue
much of the time so true
Storms will tease us
and remind us
that we are humble
in our stumble
My children will devise
ways to remember me
in guise
There will be wars
large and small
victories of the heart
will be won in part
The climate will change
some will adapt in caprice
others will decease
in violence or in tranquility
But alas, I hum
will my song have stamina?
will the Earth overcome
will the Message get through
If there is a chance
I don't want to go
I want to stay
and with the rivers I flow
an ocean of know...
Reincarnated?
an immortal spirit?
a mythical figure to inherit
could I be so vain?
I will pray for
a borderless world
united in nature
bonding with the reflection
of a magical connection
that keeps everything one
The universal cycle of
love, transformed into
beauty and awe
never to be gone, I saw
forever
because I am life...
DBP 7-8-14
Continental Drift
the storm was brewing
winds as never before
the cybered air
clumping from the core
bytes of wind
and pixels of earth
spinning around us
of universal girth
the bitrate speed
was crunching numbers
the firewall tumbling
waking keyboards from slumber
the pile was massive
a mountainous drift
our passwords were gone
no life we could sift
with our google-eyed fear
we stumbled in blindness
re-phasing our memories
confusion entwined
but this shifting of opacity
we chose a parallel port
defining a contact
that we could not abort
the language of love
waveformed us from squall
a new web-ring was formed
from our hearts landfall
DeaBeePea 5-11-16
Bike
when I take a hike
I sometimes use my bike
but around here
the shoulders aren't too dear
and because of cardio faults
I sometimes have to halt
pedalling isn't bad
it's a spinning sort of fad
implying that life revolves
in confusion never solved
and if things go flat
I will begin to smell a rat
who is sabotaging my journey
which is an endurance test tourney
and those uphill battles
yes, my organs it rattles
but sooner or later
I will do what is greater
and stop for a beer
with later problems to steer
DeaBeePea 5-12-16
Unsung Zero
sometimes ignored
for being valueless
and at the bottom
as others soared
but it's actually used
for mislaid expressions
"just add a zero"
simple status abused
also a circle
which is kind of cool
a donut of nothing
the first number in school
a lariat so thrown
in loopy thoughts
knotted tight
the aim is blown
Just a dot
in Khmer numerals
not a period
an ending thought
zilch or nil
words to express
what it doesn't necessarily mean
in its circumfering shrill
like the squeak of a glass top
when rubbed with finger
causing a ruckus
without spilling a drop
so to say its versatile
is understatements pedestal
which is kind of ironic
in its mirror-image profile
so sitting by the radio
I ponder the number
and leave it with you
with a kindly cheerio
DeaBeePea 5-15-16
