Steam
to blow it off
a cheerful toot
like a locomotives cry
a circuitous route
not just a meltdown
but a source of energy
de-pressurized zest
of emotional synergy
the track is a lesson
training us to stoke
our passion's broiler
for an ingenious stroke
for the smoothest ride
it's a radiator story
quiet and warm
for unspectacular glory
each morning's plan
starts with the kettle
aspiring to vigour
and smiling fettle
the windows may fog
but soon they will clear
we'll slow to a simmer
for a day of cheer
DeaBeePea 8-24-17
Mantle
a lithospheric ribbon
irregular with crust
like a poorly baked loaf
of pumpernickel bread
the asthenosphere so plastic
of rapid flowing rock
like an lively arctic stream
a string of syrupy thread
so thick and solid
this magmatic lay
stubborn and volcanic
in its massive lower bed
but an oceanic floor
at the Mid-Atlantic Range
a three kilometre journey
for any man to tread
the beginning of a dream
to the centre of the earth
to satisfy our fears
and rinse our humble dread
DeaBeePea 8-23-17
MANTEL #2
that shining ribbon oak
raised so proudly high
at eye-level, just for us
to bring our family nigh
memories and moments
graduations song
and a bicycles first journey
the silent little gong
generations of smiles
unglazed in black and white
mutton chops and pipes
but still the spirits bright
stern and still in pose
grandfather proud on throne
chow chow curled beside
as still as a lonely bone
the candles seldom lit
and small trophies at the side
reminding those of victory
mindful of current deride
but this ledge is a narrow shrine
above the flames of time
supporting hopes and dreams
through our humble mortal climb
DeaBeePea 8-23-17
MANTLE #3
a small town smile
and tree-trunk arms
a modest man
of country charm
the big city beckoned
for his iron strength
and massive power
to send a ball at length
things went slowly
he cried for home
but his father's challenge
was a motivating poem
he became an icon
but was partly a disguise
as he followed his idols
to stifle his cries
tired and battered
he circled the bases
hoping to regenerate
those gloried traces
sixteen years of
enduring the pain
relieved on occasion
by pelting rain
he said he was sorry
for all his errors
but they were not on the field
they were personal terrors
he died a hero
for frankness and humility
a tragic champion
of miraculous ability
DeaBeePea 8-23-17
There Goes the Moon
I had had enough
of that
embarrassed face
or was it surprise
in synchronous grace?
It seemed to taunt me
cheesy it was
that cratered smile
a reflectant glare
of asphalt wile
although its distance is
slowly growing
I had no patience
I was getting angry
at its eclipsing ambiance
So I thought in jest, of what
to say
to this differentiated mug
to express chagrin
as if to give it a slug
"Bugger off" I screamed
in anorthositic density
expecting
a change in sphere
from my cursed directing
But to my shock, the moon
took off
a new place to ellipse
no longer glaring at me
with its roundish lips
so now romance is gone
it's all because of me
my temper
and verbal volcanism
regretful extempore
DeaBeePea 8-21-17
Quit Before You Start
I tried to imitate that genius
beautiful words he taled
each paragraph I toiled
but I failed
I tried to imitate that artist
each stroke was delight
I painted a country scene
the effort was trite
I tried to imitate the singer
the voice of a seraph
but my sounds were a quiver
it created a laugh
I tried to imitate that model
of whom the ladies were beguiled
but I was better off hidden
I could have been exiled
I tried to imitate that mogul
the Midas touch had he
I sold my new invention
but forgot to charge a fee
I tried to imitate that vintner
his wine was really robust
but all my grapes went rotten
and my business turned to dust
I tried to imitate that athlete
he went downhill so brisk
but I broke my leg on a tree
and also slipped my disk
I tried to imitate that leader
of political wisdom he was
but no one listened to me
I just did not create a buzz
I then I defined myself
and found out some interesting things
so I made up silly limericks
and now my life has wings
DeaBeePea 8-20-17
5:30
Darkness, peace
me and thought
and sharing
every rip and tear
what is coming?
a lightning crack
or frightened scream
a haunting blare
or is there an infinite
serenity and quiet
as I journey
into tranquility
can I stay here
that would be be nice
simple musings
back to puerility
but experience tells me
there will be a jolt
laughter or drama
removing any doubt
I am but a morning seed
waiting for the water
drowning me
as my day begins to sprout
DeaBeePea 8-20-17
Twiddling Thumbs
my left thumb
twiddling clockwise
my right them
twiddling counter
it was tricky
but I managed
with struggling dexterity
to give my hands
some parity
DeaBeePea 8-18-17
Out There
some people say
I'm out there
based on what I say
or on occasion, wear
but where is there?
this pointed place
where I seem to be
with my smirky face
It's hard to answer
but it occurs to me
that the further I go
the more "inside" I seem to be
meaning, in touch with myself
a comfort zone
staying away from
places I bemoan
so this crazy journey
wherever it is
is a trip to my heart
in this continuing quizz
this universe inside me
a spinning globe
in an uncontrolled orbit
a kaleidoscopic robe
So yes, I'm out there
but never really lost
but asking questions
that my imagination accosts
DeaBeePea 8-30-17
Out on a Limb
the caterpillar crawled to the sky
for a long and tiresome while
beating the competition
in its coy and slithering style
searching for the sun
for digestions nutrient phase
and climbing for a home
a leaf underside for nesting's daze
finally turning left
for that branch of strategic bliss
in hair clusters of hundreds
for a weekly hatching dehisce
in the willows comforting blanket
this aesthetic pest survives
though polyphagous in spirit
it celebrates no shrive
brown specs and orange patches
its weekly incubation endures
a snowy hue of white
it's out on a limb... for sure
DeaBeePea 8-29-17
Yes I Did
when I look
at the list
of things
worthy of inquire
I realize
I did them
which should have made my life
dire
but I carry on
with a grin
wondering what inspired me
in foolishness
some of these things
looking back
bordered on
ghoulishness
but if I may say
very few were sinful
just crazy
and dumb
but through all this
not much happened
I didn't even break
my thumb
water-skiing naked
and straddling a buoy
you did what?
that's hard to believe
certainly not proud
but youthful madness
not a part of youth, I want to
retrieve
but now I am mature
and dignified
and if you believe that
I'd better take you aside
DeaBeePea 8-28-17
Whispers
whispers to me
in subtle voice
warning of wrong
in my world of choice
not hitting me
with a hammer's pound
but hinting
in a breezy sound
almost like a tease
mocking my truth
though also gentle
with a pillowed tooth
if I ignore these words
of love divine
I know I'm destined
for a life less fine
so I welcome this rustle
through my leaves of soul
echoing the good
in my conscience bowl
confusion my alibi
and deafness my story
there's no reason to avoid
honesty's glory
DeaBeePea 8-27-17
Done!
too many opinions
and a lack of mission
conflict of interest
and questionable ambition
it seems a waste of time
I will have to resign
and look for something else
with integrity to align
DeaBeePea 8-26-17
Done!
words and chapters
rewrites and edits
and of course a summary
considering all the credits
then a mini bio
and final printing run
I ask myself in quandary
will it ever be done?
DeaBeePea 8-26-17
Done!
you are very nice
and we get along quite well
and at times I am impressed
with the way we seem to jell
but there is one problem though
it's regarding our lack of fun
you never laugh at my jokes
so I'm afraid that we are done!
DeaBeePea 8-26-17
Done!
the bubbling translucent amber
a pitcher of IPA
chilled and so delectable
to celebrate this sunny day
the line was quickly lowered
I think we drank a ton
the jug appears to be empty
I'm afraid that we are done
DeaBeePea 8-26-17
Batten down the hatches..
They went a sailin’
On a beautiful day
Mother, father and son
For gentle water’s play
The craft they embarked
The sun shone bright
Not a cloud in the sky
And the breeze was light
The boy made lemonade
And poured it in batches
And then he yelled
Batten down the hatches!
Then he saw a boat
As he peered down the bay
Batten down the hatches
He spoke loud and gay
Then he went to the bow
And did it again
Batten down the hatches!
He cried without feign
What’s going on?
My playful son
with batten down the hatches
when wind there is none
I’m just being careful, mom
We could take on water
And I want to be prepared
When the boat begins to totter
But we’re just swabbing deck
The boat is still on the rails
I think we are safe
We don’t need our pails!
DeaBeePea 8-25-17
Disposable
what a stupid word
when you think about it
there's a lot of things
to throw in a pit
And basically
we can dispose of most anything
including Presidents (hopefully)
and despot Kings
cans and bottles
trinkets and tools
we can dump them all
unless we're fools
we can blow up things
and bury the ashes
and bulldoze away
the results of crashes
we could pour all our beer
and the best of our wine
into the oceans
but that's out of line!
and even stupidity
could be dumped with noise
so we couldn't hear it
to maintain our poise
and if someone asks me
to go jump in a lake
it wouldn't be hard
for goodness sake
and despite the dissent
we showed throw out the guns
and then we can see
how the world runs
but to do it respectfully
with environmental vigour
now that does take
a bit of organizational rigour
so I might suggest
with an organic opinion
we should recycle ourselves
and form a new dominion
DeaBeePea 8-31-17
Voices
some are throaty
some are sweet
others poetic
with dancing feet
delivering a song
or a warning threat
reminding us of error
and our owing debt
these sounds do walk
through the memory of mind
keeping us aware
our lives defined
we might prefer simplicity
but the lips keep us thinking
and slightly off balance
and frenetically blinking
so we must stay positive
and enjoy the ride
facing the challenge
of the ever-turning tide
DeaBeePea 9-7-17
A Wall Full of Holes
drilling for cable
and speaker wire
AV cords
things are dire!
all those pictures
to hang above
the couch and table
it's push and shove
internet
just makes it worse
making me speak
in cautious verse
I think this place
might cave right in
I hope these walls
aren't too thin
DeaBeePea 9-6-17
By Fire or Water
a choice of life
that douse or flame
soaked or scalded
a natural blame
for I am human
with many layers
erratic and slippery
made of many players
my existence a storm
with occasional quells
to relax and enjoy
in poetic spells
but it always comes back
this hot and wet team
that blasts my conscience
to temper my dreams
DeaBeePea 9-5-17
It Is What It Is
what a profound solution
to all my queries
so objective
it's almost scary
not animal or vegetable
or even mineral
but just a thing
the case not federal
I like to analyze
so this is a break
'cause there's only so much
that I can take
and it makes me realize
that I am what I am
and that's far better
than a personal slam
DeaBeePea 9-4-17
CREEP
I am a creep
gently squirming to and fro
peeking at things I shouldn't
occasionally being told "go blow!"
but I at least I,
can say I'm observant
noticing things awry
being a sort of, nature conservant
seeing a butt thrower
and getting pissed off
igniting an inner spark
that makes me fervently scoff
sometimes I act superior
which is really a lot of fun
because really I'm a self-effacing nut
telling a story I spun
years ago I was called a "retard"
but being a pseudo-schmuck
has been quite a weirdsome experience
and has brought me lots of luck
DeaBeePea 9-3-17