Storm of Freedom
unicolour storm
changes enforced
no need to reform
natures strength takes course
rain and struggling flight
beaks pointing downwind
a new nesting ground
settlements pinned
not good to resist
the path of least is best
as we conquer new gist
and create unknown rest
the colours come back
by seasons of calm
our hearts in sacks
carried in our palm
afraid to let go
but courage joins
our wall-less flow
as passions are our coins
9-27-14
Alone
Have you ever been
in line alone?
wondering if the man
will let you on as one
Preferring not to share
that little chair
with some obscure
or weird to be sure
A big fat slob
who owns the seat
no room to squirm
or wiggle discrete
Or a slobbering old lady
who grabs you in fear
oh my God not again
such a memory stain
Oh! that girl is cute
I wonder if she...?
no, that guys with her
so big and strong
I'll have to lie
to get my way
a transmittable disease
that could be caught
if I happen to sneeze
in an easterly breeze
DBP 9-25-14
ODE to the Edison of Spin
George Washington Gale Ferris
a big wheel
inventing, a big wheel
or observation wheel
floats in air
without a keel
candy falling
from chair atop
hitting a head
ker-plop
DBP 9-25-14
Leading" Question
People say "penciling"
a term to outline
perimeters of thought
imagination to dine
some think exactly
accountants bottom line
but I like to shade
possibilities made
sometimes it breaks
anger from mistakes
but trying accuracy
should be quelled in point
boundaries perceived
ideas retrieved
the eraser is grand
a friendly hand
good to sharpen
as my mind can be dull
but they expire
like me...as I tire
DBP 9-25-14
Satisfactiion
The content
are you content?
a writer asks
himself
hell bent
Well it rhymes he notes
but doesn't
really
say much
his imagination totes
so he thinks, I guess
it needs some
sex
and violence
and a bit of mess
or maybe I should think
about giving up
this project
a runaway pet
that has me on the brink
of pensive madness
that in retrospect
could make
me a genuis
a sadness of gladness
yes that's it
think of death
and my end
then I'll be famous
a legend, a bit
anyways....
DBP 9-22-14
Ichabod
There once was a man named Crane
whose pencil-like frame was of comic vein
but Katrina he pursued
only to be subdued
hit by a head and never seen again...
DBP 9-24-14
The Big Wheel Operator
Day in day out
turning the switch
boredom, no stitch
pulling a lever
watching kids, glee sure
get off, get on
but to help him endure
and allow him to bear it
he had his friend
the ferris ferret
DBP 9-25-14
Captain Bligh
1789 defined
remarkable voyage to Timor
peerless navigator
the sea an open door
New South Wales
a Governor of iron fist
the Rum Rebellion
revealing loyal gist
beginning, young gentleman
Captain James Cook resolves
a sailing master evolves
and a soldier of Dogger
scientific pursuit
breadfruit as gold
trouble rounding
Cape Horn so pounding
the Bounty a cutter
and small crew aboard
and a Master's Mate
a friend to Bligh in state
mutiny ensues
bloodless, Bligh bound
eighteen crewman bestowed
four cutlasses resound
William was studious
a notebook he kept
forty-seven days
only one man frays
Restoration Island
but failing in goal
malaria and pestilence
Batavia deaths role
"you have dandled my children upon your knee"
cries Bligh, no glee
showing resolve
scolding for whips
contary to story
not searching for glory
concerned with nutrition
and cleanly condition
honourable acquittal
and modest admittal
praise for his relief
and rekindled health
a letter to Betsy, so parted
describing naked bayonets
help that Centinels have guarded
and screaming of villainy
to beguile such force
undiscovered by crew
such liking to Otaheite
not knowing of fight
He blames insufficiency
officers and marines
claiming freedom of blame
and no credible shame
future happiness seen
true official in conscience
his dear little stranger
encouraged in his danger
more voyages planned
and battles to stand
ackee fruit his reward
but Rum proves a peril
more mutiny his tale
one-hundred and fifty-one
the names not his bail
his overthrow is won
imprisoned onboard Porpoise
no regard from the King
but saved from punishment
relieved of chains that cling
his death on Bond Street
as vice admiral of blue
tomb surmounted by breadfruit
reputation in view
DBP 9-27-14
Natasha Smasha
to Boris a moll
a Foray in voice
sexy in a devious way
a menacing doll
Pottsylvania spys
takings orders from "Big"
Boris no fearless leader
Sharrup you mouth she cries
Axis Sully and Count Dracula
parents to their child of one
she no like moose and squirrel
staring coldly with macula
sarcastic seduction in "dawling"
a femme fatale so fractured
years ago she was caught stealing
cookies from guides, how appaling
9-17-14
A CAT NIP
A silent Sullivan vision
falling over Feline Follies
whiskering the roaring twenties
a jazz cat intermission
"Felix Kept On Walking"
as the bandleader announced
and a comic strip pioneering
9 lives later he was talking
The magic bag of tricks
made my heart go fiddle fad
a tramp like clone
thoughtful pacing with his kicks
surrealism, reality and dream
adjoined with child's wonder
wide grin and aching side
a Felix doll that Lindbergh teams
DBP 9-17-14
Life in the Shoe Zoo
The stairway to
hallowed halls
held by stiletto
as the marigolds and avens
smile at the arching haven
The cat guards
as bluebirds peer
curious and cautious
The tender vines
on spiralling wooden tines
Spinning their song
as the breezes blow
and the cedar shakes
openly conceived
neighbours retrieved
Who lives in the shoe?
a perpetual zoo
components of collection
peaceful coexistence
a path of least resistance
9-16-14 DBP
Time for a Beverage
as I sit and ponder
what is over yonder
I contemplate
it is getting late
I have been busy this day
my mind in disarray
so to create emotional bail
it is time, now, for a Rusty Nail
9-18-14
My Ship Came In
my name is Rusty
I sank a few times
but managed to rise
an oxidizing reprise
but... not as quickly
as some supposed
'cause I swim in fresh water
and wear aluminum matter
cautious, salt water only
beyond the mouth
my passivation layer
avoiding carbon dispair
...and sulphur that stinks
I'm not excited
about transfering the electron
or redox reactions gone wrong
To avoid troubled waters
and love, so resistant
my mast is toppled
but pride attached with hopple
at times, a Titanic struggle
sounding my bugle
I treasure my home
a water dome
my skull a hull
and spirit not lulled
I bow as I stroke
propelled in history
9-14-14 DBP
This Mornings Ponderings This Afternoon
The morning is time
But ne’er a thought
Did not even consider
What my conscious bought
Scandals and accusations
Stupidity reigns
Satisfying those
Lacking in brains
But now that my coffee
Has had time to settle
I can imagine things
With creative mettle
I don’t think I’m the pot
And the kettle isn’t black
As I’m not in the mood
For a frontal attack
I lean towards serenity
And a day of peace
The world is quiet
Wonders never cease
DeaBeePea 5-22-16
Private Eye
Can I keep it to myself
That sharp prism
Of passion
And desire
That roves in lust
Scanning for beauty
cautiously
Feeding my fire
Never missing
That gorgeous delight
With little purpose
Dancing on wire
Occasional acquaintance
Transpires with words
Taking the steps
My lurking choir
Of words that sing
My innocent song
Fooling myself?
Drowning in mire
My pupil ponders
The next horizon
With delicate peer
Avoiding dire
But I could be falling
In a seductive trap
Myself to blame
Innate conspire
My fate and future
Tucked away for the night
Beneath my lids
But tomorrow they rewire
DeaBeePea 5-25-16