the middle of the room 68

Escape

Cindy the cat

Now fancy that

Alone in the woods

In green plastic’s hood

It was all a mistake

Garbaged fate

Out with the litter

The air so bitter

So out she crawled

In this unknown world

Left to defend

No hand to lend

She found a new home

A stray-bound dome

With those of kindness

And petty mindness

The other family

Were careless and sloppily

Of disregard

A master’s canard

DeaBeePea 5-24-17

Remember Quite amazing when you think about what you remember and what goes down the sink a scolding when you were five and a Kindergarten teacher so kind a pair of bluejeans you bought and a past insult so blind but you forget appointments and promises you made merely days ago in a blurring fade.

DeaBeePea 5-29-17

Here We Are

Here we are

Unkempt and motley

Ready to invade

Your world so stayed

We will sing and dance

And drink your wine

Eating all your food

While getting stewed

But when we leave

You will realize

How much we’ll be missed

And a return visit… you will insist

DeaBeePea 5-29-17

The Big Spin

life can be a whirlpool

swirling in drowning power

keeping me from moving ahead

keeping me off my tower

but I don't really mind

life is always a test

and most of it is enjoyable

because my friends are all the best

and even when I'm screwed

I try to laugh it off

after all, it's better than being a nail

banged until head is doff

DeaBeePea 5-26-17

The Last Misfit

If I live till 101

I will be the last misfit

And my poems will be famous

People reading them, bit by bit

Wondering why this person

Wrote these meandering words

That seem to be nonsense

Essentially, for the birds

But somehow I will be remembered

For my stubborn durability

Never stopping to think

Of my inability

But maybe out there is a chuckle

Yes, a faint cry

They’ll say “He certainly loved to write”

Before I write “the end” and die

DeaBeePea 5-25-17

What Next? 

What next I ask

It will be

A glut

Of the ever-pronounced

WHAT? 

If we think now is weird

Every morning

As eyes un-shut

People will awaken

And say WHAT?

If you don’t think

It can get any worse

My message I send…

Wait till tomorrow

The earth might end

Some strange voice will say

I am no longer here

And like a falling coconut

I will yell in panic

WHAT?

It could be heavenly

Or some black-holish ride

And I might label it

The Judgement Bifurcation

WHAT?

DeaBeePea 5-30-17

It's All About Me

I bought the paper

at the five and dime

expecting a headline

about some crime

but to my surprise

it was all about me

a gigantic headline

and I yelled "Oh gee"

The Citizen of the Year

it boldly announced

with a picture of me

my big smile pronounced

it was strange to me

cause I haven't done much

and I'm not very involved

with community as such

then I remembered

that a few months ago

I nominated myself

in a moment of glow

so I guess I'll bask

in this moment of fame

even though it's suspect

only me to blame!

DeaBeePea 5-31-17

tasting like a soggy rat

but not dressed in a dream-like hat

DeaBeePea 6-6-17

How Does Your Garden Grow?

Well quite frankly

It does grow

But rather juxtaposed

In its unpredictable flow

I didn’t label

What I planted

So the veggies are weeds

And the weeds are slanted

In the shape of tomatoes

Growing through moss

And marigolds growing

From cans I tossed

Metal mushrooms

And shoveled gnomes

And tents of fabric

Forming protective domes

The beans entangled

With the snowy peas

The leaves aflickering

In the gentle breeze

But the soil is good

With lots of water

But I need more sun

And the temperature hotter

DeaBeePea 6-3-17

Sleepyhead

an amazing friend

a van Winklish chum of delight

of whom it's sometimes tricky

to confide at night

bed at ten

maybe even nine-thirty

and in the morning

tea, meditation and unshirty

these sleepyheads are wise

calm and composed

with very good judgment

and patient with thoughts imposed

you'll find them comforting

as they start to snore

and like purring cats

peaceful, you'll begin to adore

DeaBeePea 6-1-17

Full House

I remember that tale

of the crowded shack

the women needed change

to stay intact

she had two cows

in that little place

and it was quite a mess

bordering on disgrace

so she added horses

and then some pigs

and things got worse

it was a crazy gig!

so when she got to twenty-five

a lot of animals for sure

she was ready to die

just too much to endure

so she took out twenty-three

suddenly, things were great

with those two cows

she could handle the freight!

DeaBeePea 6-2-17

I'm still working on yesterday's challenge! this is not literally the case but I suppose in concerning face

that I am thinking about an edit for literary improvement for formal credit but there is little time for looking back and getting bolder anticipating a thwack DeaBeePea 6-7-17

SIGN UP

many people

sign up for a season

but often

for the wrong reason

wanting to pad

their resume

"I'm a member"

the proudly say

and if told about a task

they cringe

"I'm busy that week"

then they start their binge

about their self-importance

being there and there

and there

It does get hard to bear

so if you dare

and agree to join

consider being

a supportive quoin

DeaBeePea 6-6-17

My Response 

Becky has been attacked

by many misfortune I see

but her spirit isn't lost

on this viral path that be

prepared and braced for more

gnashing in anxious hope

wishing for good fortune

searching for healing soap

the misfit cure is laughter

and sensitive understanding

from throat to jaw to ear

we wish you a safe landing

DaeBeePea 6-4-17

they are not just previous

DeaBeePea 6-9-17

Yes I Do

I look outside

everyday

thinking about things

to play

celebrating beauty

even storms

accepting things

whatever form

I think I do

understand

what is going on

in my strand

this little fibre

gettle brittle

ready to snap

into pieces little

so I try to unite

these questioning bits

goodwill

or whatever fits!

but I admit

I often avoid

those issues so big

in my helpless void

but I refuse

to put my back

to the sun

in feeble attack

DeaBeePea 6-11-17

CRACKS

those beautiful cracks

in a thunderous sky

or a battered sidewalk

as your memories cry

in your aging skin

and old plastered walls

and cherished tea cups

my ancestors call

the ground so parched

and over-sensitive mind

fear and doubt

creating my kind

the foundation forever

no matter how scarred

no need to rebuild

it's our steps backyard

the sun will shine in

all these cracks so jagged

a terrazo of striation

security so ragged

the darkness will glitter

with a shadowed acute

designing our thoughts

in a strange new depute

DeaBeePea 6-12-17