Are you Serious?
When I grow up
oops
my verse has stopped
the potential for this poem
suddenly
has been dropped
For I am a man, you know
large
but still a little boy
this is not a typical
a pattern
and it is not a ploy
the truth of reality
child-like
this rather silly sex
on women we put
clumsily
this ridiculous hex
we play power games
politics
and something called war
and a fascination with games
superfluous
we're actually quite a bore
but I am one, so I have to live
with it
trying to do my best
but growing up?
hardly
expressing a poetic quest
but at least it's fun
that's all
all I can say about the situation
we are 50% or so
weaker
than the other half of the nation
DeaBeePea 7-3-17
My Fire
The fire inside
is not worrisome
there are no ulcers
or stomach aches
I feel no obligation
or any kind of duty
to put it out
or put on the brakes
I like the flame
it keeps me warm
and gives me the weapons
to announce my scorn
and I play a role
that I feel has been given
this particular profile
ever since I was born
to scorch those people
who have no respect
to our earthly blessings
and miracles gifts
and if this broiling
causes some anger
than that's fine with me
I don't mind rifts
DeaBeePea 7-2-17
Canada is 150
I am not a flag waver
or a firecracker soul
but there is room
for celebrations role
we have failed to listen
to groups that we label
as on the fringe
and somehow less able
our anger and intolerance
boil to mud
then we pay the price
as we land with a thud
we toy with God's world
a trash can of abuse
and leave our system
hanging on a noose
But there is a quiet
and peaceful kindness
that skims the waters
of our growing mindfulness
so lets not overdo
our hooray for the past
or current dilemma
of broken mast
but sail to the future
in the winds of unity
destined as a nation
of sharing community
DeaBeePea 7-1-17
Torrential
I think of politicians
and life coaches
and sometimes even writers
in their verbal diatribes
sportscasters and evangelists
and God forbid
sometimes even me!
so difficult to imbibe
but this year the torrents
have been that of water
rain, rain, rain,
in it's cloudy and soggy release
the crops are rotting
and the streets are flooding
people are now praying
for some kind of drying peace
are the God's angry?
are they mad at us?
for all our carelessness
and refusal to obey
or has this liquid just built up
over years of withhold
bursting from a giant swell
exultant in this giant spray
I must admit, I do see the beauty
in this fountain of miracles
but I guess enough
is surely enough, I declare
we need the sun
and it's warming soul
to grow the fruits
to feed our despair
DeaBeePea 6-29-17
Another Step
you speak of another step
and where indeed I am taken
an important thing to qualify
as my destiny might be shaken
if it is in the direction of right
then things might work out fine
but if the direction is wrong
it takes me across the line
there then is a need to improvise
and find a way out of this quandary
that might require me to speak
and air out dirty laundry
but I always trust myself
because I know what I truly want
with consideration of others
and negotiating thoughtful detente
DeaBeePea 6-28-17
I Am a Ceiling Fan
Yes… I am a ceiling fan
That is, a worshipper
Of those man-made skies
As I raise my curious eyes
The national gallery
Of Melbourne fame
A glorious web
Of triangular frame
The Teatro Nacional
A coffee and banana celebration
But errors are apparent
The artists knowledge is errant
Church of the Savior on the Spilled Blood
A stunning collage of murals
Biblical scenes resplendent
Cascades of reverent swirls
The Strahov Monastery
Is Prague’s hall of glory
So sumptuous and ornate
It’s fresco library innate
Now the Windy City
And a dome of tiffany art
A cultural centre of glass
A stunning sky of compart
The Library of Congress
The capital’s authority
A lettered archival tribute
To authors of sonority
The Senso-ji Temple
Okyo’s ancient retreat
A giants dragon with talons
And it’s bright and pinkish concrete
The Residenz of Wurzburg
Displaying four world continents
A collosal Baroquian palace
An infinite chalice
The Ottoman Sultan Ahmet
Istanbul’s Byzantine divinity
A Blue Mosque of mosaic
In soft and quiet sanguinity
And not to forget
The Sistine Chapel
The Renaissance culmination
Of Michelangelo’s rumination
DeaBeePea 6-30-17The Special
from big apple's roar
to Miami's Latin flair
a winter's caravan journey
rolling on Seaboard's Air
In 1925's boom
a land of opportunity trail
luxurious and blazing
35 hours of rail
a real estate temptation
for those of wealthy means
red and orange and green
these cars were made for Queens
boasting a bakery on board
fresh flowers at every stop
wine and liquor deluxe
and champagne of very top
demised in '53
it's story comes to end
this flying fortress so grand
might be coming 'round the bend
DeaBeePea 6-27-17
Meditating About Meditating
I guess I'll go
to meditation
to "peacen" myself
and find my station
to locate my space
and see inside
without a thought
to take me off-side
but sometimes I ask
is it all worthwhile, if
all I do is...
come out of it with a smile
now that's okay
but there should be more
my mid still racing
about various scores
Clouds and colours
Birds and tress
interrupted
by the occasional sneeze
Not only that
but even a snore
can be found to be purring
in the universe of lore
But I'll keep trying
and maybe, this new place I'll find
reverie and mindfulness
in this forgiving unwind.
DeaBeePea 6-26-17
July 4
Canada had its big day, now I guess it's your turn. But I ask, do you have anything to celebrate ?
... maybe searching for an independence from reality
... that small island of refuge
... broken telecommunications
... allowing you a chance at normality
... a view of common hair
... whether bald or long
... as long as it doesn't
... give you that daily scare
... that constant head-shaking
... creating a sore neck
... you all must get a break
... from this crap, for goodness sake
... and all his mannequin women
... with plastic faces and smiles
... you don't really need that
... making you sour like a lemon
... so as you bask on your island
... think ahead four years
... this nightmare might be over
... and you can return back to sigh-land
DeaBeePea 7-4-17
The Day After
Every day
Is a day after
As we ponder somewhat
In our mind’s rafter
Why I did
What I did
It seems so silly now
Realizing that I flipped my lid
Or I said nothing
In passiveness
When I should have spoken or yelled
In a voice of massiveness
Or just relaxed
Enjoying the day
Instead of worrying
Being joyous in play
But most of all
I should have embraced
That beautiful girl
With the smiley face
DeaBeePea 7-5-17
A tribute to a friend in jazz. Serenade in Alex I was hummin’ to myself I've got the words, I've got the tune, And my murmurs recollected Those days under the moon I thought of that voice Singing to me in swingin’ tease One night in Monte Carlo The sweetheart of the nightly breeze
It 'twas only natural to hear the romance and love
And a kissing glass of wine
Yes! It was a melancholy lullaby
Winging through the clinging vine
My hearty was topsy turvy
In an Annette Henshaw craze
My inner panic is on
Doggone I mean in daze
If I have, just one more chance
To hear that red-head voice
Each night I will say a little prayer
For that ever-lovin’ voice
Putting an end to all my sorrows
The moon rays spray a dance
And blessing me with sweet tomorrows
Carrying my backward glance
Fare thee well, Mamma’s gone goodbye
I hear that bobcat song
So now’s the time to let you know what’s on my mind
I’m confessin’ in my spinning throng
That joyous liberty
Of my own creation’s love
As I walk with Alex Pangman
Looking at the fog above
DeaBeePea 7-5-17
Noctilucent
spinning and streaking
At the beginning of night
The glittering rainbow
Of cloud and light
The sun is gone
Hiding in shadows
These rainbows scatter
as the wind barely blows
frozen in time
sudden crystallization
in the highest sky
marshmallow illumination
I take my latitude
Aware of the ghosts
That reflect off me
So magically engrossed
DeaBeePea 7-13-17
Getting Hotter
yes indeed
I'm getting hotter
I'm not getting that word
"You're getting colder"
I'm in a sweat
a constant challenge
taking on tasks
that make me smolder
I tend to see
myself as special
warming up
for those special events
but I'd better be careful
I'm also older
and losing logical
common sense
I keep saying
your not God's gift
to women
so stern in finger
I'd better smarten up
and change my ways
and stop that habit
of delusions alinger
and settle in
to a more passive style
writing and dreaming
of a world of peace
but once and a while
I let it slip
forgetting who I am
in crazy release
DeaBeePea 7-12-17
But That's Not All . . . !
or Thoughts of a Modest Man
not only am I modest
and a true gentleman
I am dietary wise
very much a lentilman
I am rather good-looking
and as smart as a whip
and a connoisseur of wine
love taking that sip
I am of so many talents
a great sense of humour
and a writer of stature
it's more than a rumour
modesty is my mantra
as I accept myself in quiet
for my simple greatness
my presence quelling riots
a humanitarian leader
and romantic in song
with a businesslike pen
listing my throng
it's sometimes difficult
being massively astute
so I refrain if possible
from too loud a toot
DeaBeePea 7-11-17
Abyss
hiss
went the abyss
lurking
in silent smirking
daunting
its blackness haunting
deep
in its endless creep
resonating
in an echo so baiting
wild
angry and defiled
or of peace
where battles cease
asking
another world masking
temptation
to an inner nation
jump
to a crashing flump
or spinning
to a new beginning
DeaBeePea 7-9-17
Alliterate
I don't deny
deliberate delusions
dignifying derogatory
and demeaning defence
and frankly
fastidious and fortunately forthcoming
frowns and friction
are finely phrased fiction
but all the alliteration
applies analogous assumptions
angers artistic authors
and accompanies acute attention
So in summation
sustaining silly similarities
secreting suspecting sounds
sometimes sonorous songs
DeaBeePea 7-8-17
Rivers of Wax
those bottles of drip
Bordeaux in wax
colours so chosen
as the festivities tip
a French cafe infusion
of candlelit romance
like tears of joy they speak
suspended in illusion
stout or tall
and graceful in flow
above the torches
bleed their call
the smouldering rivers
and burning streams
memories of autumn
and the Left bank shivers
this tradition is endeared
the wick we flame
a glowing reminder
flickering and mirrored
DeaBeePea 7-7-17
MESSAGES
“Did you get my message?”
People inquire
And I say “No,
why, are you dire?”
they look at me strange
sensing sarcasm
as if I’m implying
they’re having a spasm
you see, I have something old
it’s called a land line
a forgotten memory
of days so fine
I don’t always get those
Calls right away
Dare say, I go out
To drink and to play
But I do get back
Sooner or later
Because my friends are important
There is nothing greater
But when I leave home
I like to be free
Away from obligations
Like a free-flying bee
So give me call
I am happy to hear
That you’re doing well
And would go out for some cheer!
DeaBeePea 7-6-17
will you accept my challenge? be honest be kind but speak your mind say what you feel and make me reel
be your special self
and don't sit on the shelf
dispel the rumours
of mean-spirited humours
gather the crowd
to uncover the shroud
to laugh and sing
giving life zing
perform as a misfit
if that makes a hit
and spread goodwill
for love is top-bill
an occasional error
shouldn't bring terror
we're only human
and that is true... man
DeaBeePea 7-10-17
Pandemonium
I'm sitting here
looking
for pandemonium's
booking
chaos so grand
inspiring
people swarming
inquiring
where, what and why
asking
no answer, so
basking
in noon day's sun
relaxing
still demanding madness
taxing
DeaBeePea 7-14-17
Pandemonium
Is there such a word
Anymore?
Everything is so crazy
Forevermore.
DeaBeePea 7-14-17
Pandamonium
black and white cat-foot
frolicking so bold
black patches tumbling
in bamboo gulping mode
vulnerable but strong
this giant silhouette
swirling and lunging
in pandamonium's sweat
DeaBeePea 7-14-17