Happiest of Birthday's to a wonderful daugher.
LOVE AND PRAYERS.
LogieO
that little girl
frolicking in smile
two brothers jostling
for attention's wile
it's been twenty-five now
and I've missed a lot
as time fritters away
in an afterthought
two infants clamour
for need and love
and she is there
like a nesting dove
her soul and spirit
are a driving force
inspiring me
to follow a course
following laughter
and honest affection
her magic touch
like a soothing confection
I pray for her family
and wish her delight
on this special day
where hearts alight
DeaBeePea 9-14-18
Patterns
never think of them
in their tartan tease
they lead you astray
in their fancy play
they help you look
fashionable and cool
and make you feel
carefree and gay
when you put them on
you feel secure
and send a message
of colourful panache
and your mood does follow
that flashy trend
and it has an impact
a societal splash
but it's a fabric reality
with material implications
predicting the future
by questionable means
sometimes inflexible
despite spandex threads
as people are fickle
with changing seams
so as far as recommendation
and prediction goes
the chart is faulty
in its excel charm
so the guidelines should be
a naked objective
cautious of the butterick
and the overweight alarms
I tend to feel
that each day is anew
and the rules might change
each stitch in time
that red robin of morn
as it's bobbin' along
asks me to listen
with its red-bellied chimes
so unplanned gaudiness
is not a bad thing
it's atune to madness
and its therapeutic buzz
so today I look
for reasons to apply
my current thoughts
and I just say "because"
DeaBeePea 9-14-18
Why Bother
What the hell
is going on
Am I going mad
in this silly game
It's a valid concern
as I ponder life
and its stupid rules
and methods so lame
but everything is there
because it's there
and somebody put it there
for a reason unknown
there is or was
a very strange motive
maybe of greed
or something overblown
but it also could be charity
of welcoming mirth
so you never know
as it stands so still
and if you attempt
to grab it quick
it might slip away
like a greasy dill
but on the other hand
it might caress you
and ask for help
or unconditional love
so as far I can see
there is only one way
and that is the spirit
of adventure thereof
repercussions are iffy
so there might be some pain
the boat might tip
or hit a rock on its way
so whatever you chose
whether up or downstream
have a spare paddle
to save for night play
'cause dreams are the best
like a sweet lullaby
or a tacky nightmare
a soaked pillow to tell
the turbulence is fun
at least to a degree
so take my advice with caution
I have something to sell
DeaBeePea 9-14-18
Epilogue
Is my song done?
this faltering voice of anger
as the darkness rolls in
becoming the day's light
there is no birthplace or cross
as the turmoil is quiet
my countenance strained
in my compromising blight
my ear is changing
have I become a slop?
rising as a bleeding soul
not knowing who I am
a counterfeit of my being
a lying seraph?
no longer sighing
as a floundering scam
Is someone hiding?
ready to pounce in reply
not laughing at peril
but forgiving my human flee
I want to hear your voice
but yea
I know not from where it comes
from my fractured tree
where the branches are struggling
reaching for nothing it seems
but one is for a swing
and a youthful sway of satire
a blink of hope
that teases my ignorance
my feebleness is spared
by an incarnate choir
my weeping is intermittent
in a cadence of cognizance
and my lips are burning
in liquor's flaming touch
a now see more
all these inspired faces
with words of love and warning
of honesty's bold uncrutch
I sit in my garment
unconscious of my subject
floating as a phantasm
less judgmental in my doth
Hark... the heart is still
only trembling in its beat
as I write of passion and fury
soothed by the poet's cloth
DeaBeePea 9-14-18ha
Infamy
so hard to climb
yet superfluous in embodiment
fame's proud temple
shining in candied light
this malignant star
waging a silly war
checked by empty pride
awaiting fortune's blight
there is a low vale
shadowed by the forest
and imposing hills
inviting a popular inn
poverty views this parade
and celebrates in yells
ignoring the oppressiveness
the voice of praise so thin
ne'er a higher aim
is competence so buried
the voice of neglect a carnival
this obstreperous trump of fame
the simple tales of artless lines
so profound in their glitter
creating deafness in their wail
as our thoughts are dimmed to same
but this quiet minstrel walks
thought homely in array
his harp a sole companion
whistling wildly in rung
this poor villager inspires
bereft of pageantry's claim
haunting the drone of pain
with hopeful chords so strung
the stagnant frown
begins to turn to smiles
a quiet and gentle wind
of Nature's charms begin to blow
though these words are of wonder
and appeasing to the weak
there is a warning of revenge
for sensuality’s brewing glow
Rise, my sons of harmony
Flood the streets of wine
Join the larks and linnets
And join in freedom’s notes
Heaven now inspired
Its hospitality earthed in mortals
Rejecting tyrants and their fists
A harvested of bountiful oats
DeaBePea 9-15-18
Poetry at 6:00 AM
looking out
still night
bubbling brown
that coffee spout
not to abrupt
I kindly ask
not to shake my head
my thoughts irrupt
still deathly silent
from lurking chirps
and hair askew
from my tossing bent
digestion too early
nutrition delayed
with afterthoughts
my brain so swirly
yesterday's news
is still today's
my announcements unspoken
not even clues
I ponder this
and ask myself
at this time
do I actually exist?
there are signs of the past
on my cluttered desk
undone notes
and scribbles fast
so someone was here
though the seat is cold
the carpet is worn
and there's a dribble of beer
the hum from the fridge
a conversation drone
and keyboard clicks
an echoing bridge
that takes me across
to creativity's voice
a fanciful place
where I am boss
I certainly like that
in my spoiled muse
a storyville place
where I skulk like a cat
I write again soon
when the sun is up
my verse will be spewing
from my beautiful balloon
DeaBeePea 9-15-18
Columbus
Columbus' men were frantically rowing
they worked so hard
but it was really very tragic
'cause he didn't know where the hell he was going
Trump
the leader of the free world?
what a horrifying thought
all it indicates to me
is the stupidity of the American voter unfurled
Doctor
the Doctor gave me pills
I went home with less money
and I'm unsure of their interaction
are you an expert on wills?
Coffee
what does it cause and what does it not?
lots of stories for sure
there's so many it's hard to endure
but loquaciousness I certainly got
Beer
too many to choose from now
it used to be just lager and ale
now there's lots of IPA's
of course, there's always a brown cow
Sex
I no longer know of this
but occasionally my mind reminds
of my days as a fumbling clod
and my thirty-second moment of bliss
Punctuality
what is wrong with you?
you get so mad when I'm late
it's almost as if you want me there
and I know that isn't true
Sports Fans
she's jumping up and down
and then the tears start to trickle
then she turns to me and asks
"Who's playing?" with a frown
Poetry
poetry is actually cheating
I can write whatever I want
making up words and not making sense
a form of emotional excreting
Computers
they tend to want their way
just like people I know
but you can shut them on and off
and they're easier to throw
Art
it looks like splattered paint to me
there's not much that I can see
"Why that's a picture of you."
your stomach can't you see?
Reading
I like to read a lot
particularly between the lines
because that's when all the good stuff happens
to hell with the corny plot
DeaBeePea 9-15-18
Upstairs
Oh thy cabinet
The drawers will they yield?
It is time in my questioning
To inspect the remains
The lonely room is quiet
And as the crooked bins are pulled
An ancient squeak occurs
And dust in reaction rains
The sudden smell of the past
Rank yet mellow in odor
As the mass of ancient treasures
Stay still in the shock of air
Notes of fading message
And baseball cards secured
By a rubber band of red
So tightly wrapped with care
Greeting looks from photographs
Rather stern and awed in pose
Scratched and torn with abuse
In their crowded longish rows
Buttons, pins and ribbons
That long ago relay race
And school reports of my progress
Of undisciplined gabby throes
Two clearies sit so staunch
Still with subtle glow
Where is the Royal Crown sac?
purple and velvety to touch
a handful of useless dominoes
I wonder how they part?
All these things that belong
That meant to me so much
Keepsakes meant for peace
And a recollecting mind
But they seemed to be forgotten
In my negligent and dusty timing
The musty mould growing
As the house mosses over
Bereft of laughter
And children climbing
And then card of greeting
Parched from its dingy prison
Something twitches me
As my finger embrace the edge
“I cannot face you, eye to eye
It hurts much my love
I’ so sad that we are done
To honour you is my pledge.”
DeaBeePea 9-17-18
Popcorn
white or jumbo
NEVER micro
that chemical crap
what am I?... a bimbo?
so white and fluffy
with a touch of snap
crispy clouds
so nice and fluffy
those kernels pop
in quite the explosion
making a sound
like a jazzy bebop
music to my ears
as the bowl fills up
but my oh my
it's overflowing I fear
it's on the floor
and in the sink
and many crevices
and behind the door
my hands are now brimming
and it's still spouting out
this crackling snow
in popcorn I'm swimming
I try to pull out
that chord behind
with my grasping toes
my balance in doubt
but it is too late
as I collapse to the floor
as a confetti-ish shower
I cannot abate
my elbow goes awry
as it knocks the air-popper
and it bounces off my head
as I yell out a cry
the cord has now snapped
and silence is golden
I lie in this blanket
I think I am trapped
I look all around
contemplating my peril
"I have an idea!"
I shout with joyous abound
so I reach for the butter
and the shaker of salt
and season this soft billow
in mouth-watering a flutter
DeaBeePea 9-17-18
Life
Life is not a dream
But its song is quite the same
A cleansing morning rain
Foretelling a storied day
An open chasm of myth
And gossip along the way
Brand new thoughts and worries
And nature, making room for play
The transience of all this
Sunny hours flitting by
Extroverted roses blooming
Denying the lament of storm
Rapidly, merrily we look
So often then mistaken
Overcome by doubt
In our mind’s secluded dorm
What will sway us?
To keep our smile abreast
Dread and death invisible
As we dance a song embraced
Letting sorrow win
Such an east task to essay
Hidden in our disbelief
Our wall to self-efface
Take your golden wings
And fly amidst the awe
Your hope of elastic springs
A reckless but moral fling
Strong will to bear us all
Liberal conscience holding
A daily presence in court
A backrow place to sing
A modest demand for courage
The roads will weave a spell
But turning many corners
Will ease the burdensome load
They say time is of the essence
But dare I measure this quiddity
In the watchless life of thought
That finds its cunning goad
We know not of the stairs
And its mindful string aside
The reliance of its claim
To lead us in destination’s way
So this required combination of steps
Gingerly and determined
What more is there to our life?
Sometimes unaware of our prey
DeaBeePea 9-18-18
The Letter
What is it now?
Her dainty fingers paint
Her hand in rapid motion
In youthful and passionate phrase
What is her ominous bent
Is it me who fears these words?
Her curlicues are pretentious
She is in this crazy phase
She sits with sleeves drawn
And perspiration down her neck
Her tresses hiding the shadows
Of her long and angry face
Her band of crystals
And graceful silken dress
What is this presentation?
That makes me sense disgrace
The pen drops from her hands
Falling breathlessly to her feet
Still sustaining words
So eager in its spill
Looking down she sees
The trickled ink, upon
Her silk-laden lap
In its dark and meandering rill
This girl looks in disdain
Upset at the utensils message
Picking it and saying
“Do not act in such a rile”
She is unaware of beauty, it seems
Restraining from the view
From the small and curtained window
In its uncelebrating style
It is a shining hour
And the blue sky radiates its purity
And the sun casts a glittery glow
That has not caught her eye
The garden is elegant
And gate is partly open
Why is she not sharing?
This glorious afternoon July
And behind her stands
An open door of glass
To slopes of rolling grasses
And a noble marble stair
But her head is drawn
still gazing at the bond
so strange and heartful
in an uneasy quiet glare
It then becomes me
Hark! A stunning realization
She is writing a letter of love
To me, in my startled stare
DeaBeePea 9-18-18
Fog
My dear, you sit forlorn
The book lies unread
You sit without smile
Come sit by the hearth, and be warmed
The wind is harsh and cold
The clouds so darkly pile
Is there something you see?
That has your joy so swarmed?
My sister, yes, the mist is bothering
So much concealed
The fog has untraced
The hedge and path of home
So featureless is nature’s face
And I doubt their return
The world will never be
the place of youthful roam
Everything is waxing
Like frozen statues afraid
That rustling leaves are of the past
And the trees all bend in frown
We look back at beauty
And write of it verse
And dance and sing to celebrate
But it now seems an act of clowns
It is sadness that fills the mind
Oh such a dreary day
That fills my heart with unknowing
As if I’ve never lived before
My dear sister, so somber
Changes are everlasting
We can rely on many things
And one is the unforeseeable shore
We know of shells and jellyfish
Remember our throwing game?
And running miles, on golden sand
And dancing in the waves
That is one of the memories
that we share from halcyon days
as much alive today
as from our time of finding caves
spelunking through those years
no thought of safety’s kind
blinded by the future
and excitements clouding mask
So awaken to each day
And be beside me at the hearth
And talk of what we think
Of tomorrow’s sun to bask
DeaBeePea 9-18-18
Heart
Where and what is my heart?
Of secrets and strange silence
Doeth I stall the honesty
That provides me with heavenly truth?
Would I shatter if so revealed?
The confusion put to rest
The days and nights with clarity
Just like in sheltered youth
Would fame and wealth be gone?
As intermittent dreams
And the past be simply inevitable
In its solid foundation of lore
And how is this organ fed?
In its tattered cords of fear
Enclosed in bodily doubt
And thickened skin of war
The lonely times are burdened
By awareness of what we shield
Too cautious in our letting
Neglecting the intimate flow
Of universe and blood
Excitements mortal shock
The mild tears do trickle
Accepting grief that isn’t woe
Is the graduation to pale
A giving up of love?
Faded dreams of laughter
An easy path to end
The extremities are sharp
And our widened arms not apt
To scale this might mountain
The direction to with I wend
The wildest of emotion
both good news and freshly grieving
will score my aging veins
with lust and bated breath
This honesty will bridge the gap
Of translations language door
So hard to open in question
As the other side is death
When I dwell in a moonlight glimmer
It seems too subtle to feel
But in its modest light
There blooms a ray ablaze
This stream of heart goes through me
Scalding my silly pride
A new impulsiveness given
For enticing staccato days
DeaBeePea 9-18-18
Death of Power
In this fair place
Considered in myth a valley
Lies a stone structure
Of monolithic grace
It is known to be secured
By angels of wide wings
Stately and fair
No rascals to be lured
But this domain reared its head
In intimidating radiance
Leaving many questions
What King lied in its bed?
The flags seemed to flow
In the straight and stiffest staunchness
Whether red or gold or green
In the stillest winds to blow
Wanderers cast in curious view
And breathed the putrid odor
Seeing mystic movement
Through windows of mullioned blue
There was never storm or cold
Just a chilly heavy air
As these onlookers thought they heard
A lute’s lawful melody so told
Finally spotted were braids of snow
And a crown of the deepest emerald
and the glow of pearl and ruby
and his monumental throne bestowed
And from the fair palace door
Adorned in regal trumpets
Came a sound of such majesty
It rang from ceiling to floor
And out beyond the garden gates
Far over the moated bridge
A Choir that echoed sovereignty
And enveloped all the fates
Years later the land had changed
More villages surrounded this pinnacle
And the magical place so viewed
Began to seem deranged
The flags still blew each day
But some were faded and torn
And the white braids so proud
Were dry and stringy grey
The chorus forms a crooked line
To a now discordant song
And hideous laughter cries
From the once orchestral shrine
DeaBeePea 9-18-18
Careless
How thoughtless you were
Simple and modest
But not in humility
But in useless attire
Tired of yourself
And not sharing soul
Careless in voice
And a quiet crier
It appeared that no change
Would ever weave its way
And glassy eyes no twinkle
And your long hair aimless
Do you sing only one song?
So melancholy and slow
We have heard it before
It must be nameless
As you are my friend
In vacant smile
I fear your childhood has gone
Why have you let it wane?
Shall I sing you an air?
And raise your spirits bright
Or is that an unfair dare?
Creating undo pain
Are you fatigued?
By a constant beating heart
Of which I have not answered
In my elusive silly ways
It is just my way
I know your depth is true
But it seems you have disappeared
From those frolicking sunny days
Oh! My secret spirit within
Cannot you see that burning fire
Have I drenched you
With the water of my play?
I promise you
That your coals are still akindle
We can share those moments of gold
With together times we pray
I let it go too long
I can see your tears have dried
Your numbing sleep
Has taken me to bed
I must forgive myself
And look into your eyes
And hold out my hand to you
As our shaking hearts are fed
DeaBeePea 9-19-18
Forever Warning
Yea, I have been warmed
By bitter storms
The blazing sun
And ignoring grins
I cannot define
The things I have done
To encounter in my mind
The recollection of sin
My conscious seems strong
But it breaks
When my eyes dream in day
And my head is turned
The signs are there
Though, It seems I am blind
In thoughtless greed
As I look for things I have yearned
But laughter ensues
And I awaken to joy
There is lazy comfort
And empty time to ponder
Confidence is the frame
That traps me in this place
Not aware of its fragility
Leaving me to wander
I look up to the tall
And down to those of short
And the simplicity overtakes me
In my avoidance of tasking fate
And Love is lustful and grand
The duty is forgotten
And someone’s heart is broken
And I react in idle prate
My poems become a path
To ego’s pointless end
And my inner fame is pointless
As lessons continue to pale
My mind begins to spiral
And my pride begins to turn
To sudden frightening doubt
As I engage my humiliating veil
I look out at the sun
And the trees are gently waving
And I think of who I am
And my overarching task
I belong, but only to give
And my name is what I am
And conquer nothing at all
Except to kindly ask
DeaBeePea 9-19-18
Drums
I dreaded that pine
It branching so
Pointing to questions
With needling poise
And that railroad blast
In a rather strange poignancy
Ribboned shouts
Of transported noise
That cluster of birds
Flitting and chirping
Is it confusion?
That I witness in my mist
My foggy eyes
And shadowed mind
Attempting to look
At landscapes that persist
This wonderful call
That should be good news
Is causing fear
In a mountainous chain
The rising waters
Swallow my imagination
As my emotional beach
Battles in deign
The power to mangle
This innocence…
Corrupted by knowledge
In cynical awe
But this is magic
In saintly perfection
And my spiritual anchor
Should find no flaw
The growth abounds
Within my stunted growth
As I take my scythe
on hesitant paths
will I be tainted
as my soul aspires
to survive this place
of polluted baths
As I look at the daffodils
In their startling yellow gown
I shake my head
And ask of my whys
Certainly this beauty
And cheerful music
Is hope in chorus
And love’s sweet cries
DeaBeePea 9-20-18
The Man
What is the wisdom?
Of men so bold
Courage of trickery
And speech to masses
Urbane and witty
Warm and conciliatory
On cold concrete
And blowing grasses
Is their staff a cane
And throne a wicker chair
Their sophistication thin
And voice a whimper?
A fleeting moment
A dry thicket brush fire
The woman’s eyes arise
Is she in cautious simper?
There is love in return
A grinning token
Her passion steps forward then back
What is this dictator of her heart?
This masked marvel
His lips are trembling
With a lust for power
A simple plan to compart
Does he momentarily
Hide in the reeds?
Waiting to pounce
Hunting for an instant
Or clumsily in loquaciousness
Batter the mind
With galling stupidity
And soul so distant
Are we aware?
Of his prison
This liquid emptiness
Spilling on our innocence
Why does our permit
Include our praise?
Even if just a flicker
Before our angry dissonance
This granite hill
Where the music echoes
Deafening us to disgust
A blame within our spinning head
Do we look
And see this hopeless place?
Or move away and sew
Without this feeble thread
DeaBeePea 11-29-18
The Mind
contour lines
divisions acute
linear and spherical
shrinking and blowing
a bird's IQ
misunderstood in nest
angry at once
insults throwing
mad at oneself
pissed off is the word
urinating thoughts
so stupid and quick
imagination's toss
I think I'm smart!
but others shake
and describe as thick
poetry and stories
blow like the wind
impulse and thought
juxtaposed like vomit
out of control
and spewing madly
put together
with a hasty grommet
moments of genius
in hopeful strain
a hole in my head
to free my brain
computer-like occasionally
an electrical charge
that numbs me too
a bruise of disdain
there is ginkgo biloba
to add to this frenzy
as I grow maidenhair now
on this dome of grey
and I think of Christmas
despite is glare
and dream of romance
and a ride on a sleigh
but yes, it keeps ticking
unexplainable really
this pile of mush
that has gone to slush
its direction is errant
and its purpose unknown
but it creates a lot of havoc
in its laughing gush
DeaBeePea 11-27-18
The Writing Table
Such a life
Do these pages sing?
Flipping so loosely
Yet numbered in time
the prologue teases us
Expectations arise
But the story unravels us
In its dramatic climb
through love and anger
And confusions wrath
Our mouths wide-open
In startled awe
We forget this author
Of classical might
And his tortured soul
In its aging thaw
ladies and gentlemen
A fractured chorus woven
Harmony not found
In their selfish stand
Taking paths of those before
Interrupting nature’s journey
Until on beaches, their feet do find
A peaceful and inspiring land
at times the prancing poetry
Lulls my weary head
Soaring in illusion
with imagery’s magic potion
at times the sudden starkness
Jolts my steady hands
I turn towards the cover
In slow and curious motion
the chapters long
But the pages turn
In metronome’s pace
A mesmerizing stir
Trying to contemplate
Upcoming repercussion
Employed in imagination
And reality’s blur
How frugal are these words
Or are they delicate
Strung out like lace
And rimmed in satin
I see these words
Clicking from a mind
Each letter a thought
Pounding the platen
DeaBeePea 11-26-18
Caption
I have a dream
The big bubble
Forced integration
Of all hopes and fears
A climax of emotion
Spilling over
Anger and love
Both laughter and tears
All of rainbow’s colours
Filtering through the doubt
Forming a greyish mud
Coating our nervous skin
Many go silent
Others begin to shout
Ridiculous solutions
And ideas razor thin
What do we remember?
As the sun is tainted now
And all the blue is gone
A poisonous vapour spews
But the dome is ever strong
Repelling and deathly blast
This angry stew is boiling
Threatening a pending ooze
Where is the sea?
And where is our soul?
As the roots start to rot
And leaves say goodbye
The seasons are blind
Imagination dead
Is this our last breath?
Or a held back cry
A strange smoke ensues
Clouding the air
As our vision strains
To see our neighbour’s eyes
In our goaless stagnation
Our minds loudly stutter
Waiting to start
With a new found guise
There is a humid resin
Forcing a unity
That gives a mirage
Of an open door
But it is real
Our hands suddenly meet
And love is found
For my dream to pour
DeaBeePea 11-25-18
Float
To excuse myself
In lifelong breathe
Suffocating contentment
In a daily search for why
But forgiveness is my bread
Purpose is my mission
The answers fly before me
Like dandelion dust in pry
I float from thought to thought
In verses long and short
Taking me away
To a sojourn from my pain
But what ensues is miracle
All hope and fear in one
Gradual glues of love
That help erase the stain
Fragility it is tested
Like a theatrical exam
Never the stage does clear
Nor the curtains draw to end
Prayers and wishes come true
With faith and growing minds
Mature in ignorant fumble
Modest kisses just to send
Like a cat through life
Given many chances
The paths do wind and weave
The destination a mist
And though the vision’s obscured
The smell is bittersweet
Adding to my broth
In an experimenting tryst
My spoon and scalded lips
Forget caution’s gentle ride
As I stomp and clamour so blind
In inspiration’s walk
The map is such a scribble
It’s unfolded on my bed
As I ponder every day
Without looking at the clock
I hear the reckless laughter
Absorbing it for me
Convinced that all is well
At least for time’s awhile
The ending will be happy
As each stone is put in place
Each one painted with my heart
As I stub my toe in smile
DeaBeePea 11-22-18
Clown
Plaudits and laughter
This funny face
Flexing brows
And sympathetic frown
Being of truth
Sad, then happy, then sad again
Naked in integrity
In a vivid gown
Are those painted lips a camouflage?
A sober art
Penciled in as real
A flame of hidden fear
Large buttons to tighten
The heart in shackled place
And a ruffled nape
A nervous throat to blear
Those floppy feet
In lazy plod
Hesitant on their path
Directions aimless veer
Towards the audience so fickle
Quick smiles and vacant nods
But patience is so thin
As it turns to ill-felt jeer
Spinning in the tutu
A pirouette of jaunty pose
Dancing for the downcast
A candid stray from sorrow
A long and waving tie
A flag of windward byes
Selling the soul for todays
The yesterdays to borrow
The apple nose so bright
Honking its comic retort
A place for children’s hands
A curious embrace so brief
Cheeks are shouting in crimson
Pinches of innocent joy
Blotched in aqueous colour
Radiant in disbelief
Polka-dots and stripes
And baggy pants so full
And hair of titian carrots
And gloves on aging hands
An act that is never infinite
It dies for hours a day
In search of caring love
From one who understands
DeaBeePea 11-22-18