Noise
image a chorus
of grunts, burps and farts
groans and whimpers,
giggles and creaking parts
what kind of concert
would this be
tickling my nose
and fitting my ears to a tea
such earthy music
of human refrain
creating a connection
to symphonic pain
what could I add
to make it even better
maybe an off-key singer
screaming unfettered
the music must adjoin
with the putrid aroma
in immaculate dissonance
creating a coma
and as the mirrors
shatter and splay
there arises commotion
on this discordant day
but one thing is good
it is easy to join
this fabulous group
of gross phrases to coin
what key are we in
I ask at this time
no one really knows
now ain't that a crime
DeaBeePea 3-8-19
Noise
image a chorus
of grunts, burps and farts
groans and whimpers,
giggles and creaking parts
what kind of concert
would this be
tickling my nose
and fitting my ears to a tea
such earthy music
of human refrain
creating a connection
to symphonic pain
what could I add
to make it even better
maybe an off-key singer
screaming unfettered
the music must adjoin
with the putrid aroma
in immaculate dissonance
creating a coma
and as the mirrors
shatter and splay
there arises commotion
on this discordant day
but one thing is good
it is easy to join
this fabulous group
of gross phrases to coin
what key are we in
I ask at this time
no one really knows
now ain't that a crime
DeaBeePea 3-8-19
Slaughtering-One
I like that you are crazy with me,
And as sophisticated
A well-read Vonnegutarian
And silly in frustration’s plea
And yes, I am crazy too
Living in a lop-sided world
As I am continentally drifting
Into an oily sea
You are funny and brave
Yea… that is my aspiration too
Playing with words and free-behaved
And humble in my brilliance!
I mingle with everyone
Or so I say with a pubbish smile
But I repel the fat-cats
Because of their bullshit resilience
You are in my heart
Because you survive
And I like reading your mind
And being wrong, every time
It doesn’t matter if you love me
Because I’m not sure if you’re real
You come and go
And turn ideas on a dime
This madness had better not end
As it stumbles through day and night
A thought between glasses
Of magically stimulating wine
And as I think of peeling a grape
There is a fermentation
An acceptance of limitation
Where noting is really fine
But why does this silly happiness
Rear its clownish head
Thinking I’m content
With my freshly baked loaf of bread
I will not walk under the moonlight
And bare my kaleidoscopic soul
As that lunar face sneers
Contemplating what I said
I don’t mind losing my mind
For it is comfortable in being lost
And if you look for it
You might find a frivolous poem
This journey will someday end
But for now I will tromp
While… sadly I roam
Far from the old folks at home
DeaBeePea 3-7-19
North
I remember
The crackling silent light
The trees like twisted vines
Colours of heaven
And spookiness
As happy as a lollipop
My loneliness a shiver
There is no moon
Or sun
The roof is only my thoughts
A village is my confusion
Transformed to a magic castle
My starvation
Is a numbing quiver
The rocky beach
No room for feet
but my evacuated eyes
listen to my ears
I whisper
Knowing this voice
Is mine
The turquoise patches
Dancing on the surface
Reflecting aught
A most beautiful nothing
I think of reasons
For this painless ache
a contended pine
and clinging to my face
is a clutching awe
keeping me from falling
to the world’s edge
an open mouth
of temptation
asking for my advice
this place out-flung
but somehow fenced
by selfishness
and a sudden knowing
of love
without meaning
an unnamed spice
Scattered
On all the seasons
Fragrant in stillness
The boat has sunk
But I have wings
As I crop dust the shore
As the welcoming mist sings
DeaBeePea 3-6-19
Era
Stretching
In sleeping pain
With the naturalness
Of a waking dog
Looking
For sunlight
Shedding light
On me
In self-embarrassment
Booking
My day
Things which please
Regardless of my blemishes
And paled skin
Bold
Shouting
No particular place
Acceptance of the naked
Ideas and truths
Sold
Opening
The windows
As particles tickle
My crescendoing voice
a Song
not Knowing
Right or wrong
In this vast realization
The walls become air
Belong
Everywhere
Becoming grey
Like a stormy sky
Encrusted joints
Stopping
Circling
A curious bird
Overlooking that image
I am a mirror
Agitpropping
Laughing
I feel the shredding
Elephant skin
And flying peanuts
Mockery
Darkness
Disappears in the patina
of all the yesses
opening my tired eyes
to a Rockery
Stones
Placed erratically
And the water
Coming from my imagination
News
To me
A Renaissance
Leading to joy
Reasonable facsimiles
Clues
DeaBeePea 3-6-19
FLOP
Flappy Jack they called him
Oh how he loved it
Making glamourous batters
That received a multitude of flatters
Champagne and peach
Were those wonderful crepes
So light and espris
Fitting everyone to a tea
And his beer and cinnamon cakes
With shredded cocoa chips
Almost tasting like malteasers
a chocolate-lovers appeaser
and the lemon jacks
with whipped cream sky high
and that creamy filling
oh! That gave him top billing
oh yes… the blackberry blini
now that was a treat
fried in peanut oil
his guests so permanently spoiled
Now those banana flappers
With French vanilla ice cream
And topped with Galiano
As joyous as a tinkling piano
But when it comes to plain
With just buttermilk and shortening
There arises an issue
That required very large tissues
At his latest event he flipped very high
And the ceiling became a mural
Of spongy circular tiles
A variation on baldachin styles
And it was a week later,
Twas the day they came down
The kitchen was full of chili cooks
Who were now on tender hooks
So when their heads were adorned
With these griddled flat-hats
They became a new fad of the day
Called a flapjack beret
DeaBeePea 3-6-19
A feminist poem that I have composed this morning inspired by my recent reading of Anne Bradstreet.
Exposure
What is the offspring of my feeble brain
Bouncing like a ball
Down slippery streets
Avoiding hell-bound ditches
After birth I start to laugh
And listen to chronic ignorance
Dividing friends; between
Sincerity and idle pitches
I feel exposed
To those public eyes
In what I think are tattered rags
A rambling brat, of mother’s call
The light thus; does shine
And I feel the taunting warmth
That photosynthesizes my face
Into its vocal poetic crawl
I blush in horror
But yeah a crimson of love
Looking at the gowns
That sweep before my passionate eyes
I amending my blemishes
As my arms in confident stretch
To women of raking foresight
Collecting the leaves that rise
I wade through the flaws
Of humanities tricky game
My new dress trimmed to hold
A homespun sword wield
is there vulgarity to fear
Thus dampening my scream
But no, the anger is sharp
As I walk behind my shield
But nay: not fear
But thoughtful caution
Searching for that bolted door
Opening to vengeful fire
What is this to conquer?
A man’s world so derelict
Of no steady streams of love
Facing hate and a dreadful mire
This dream has awoken
But hope is tired and weak
But the march of many feet
Is a song of muscled truth
The critics comminuted
And enemies brought to moral trial
Alas the power of vulnerability
Born of freedom’s deciduous tooth
DeaBeePea 3-4-19
Sidewalks
Does she linger so idle
Gathering work and yawns
This tiring load
A sack of threadbare hope
she marches
Her tarry is a loathful drag
In scorn of her place
Within a throng to cope
Is there a mission
Before her lounge and sun
The long-drawn days
A hopeless song?
the dreams begin to launch
What was happiness
Is now a past of nothingness
Of ignorance and wrong
contentedness is blowing away
And her glass begins to trickle
The water of distaste
Cold hands now a fist
moved by her unknown days
Losing all the pity
Angry at the motionless
And her stagnant emotional cyst
what is the new deal
Can it be spoke
Is there danger or new fear
For an infinite voice you hurl
her clothes begin to tighten
No longer a sail
It is her skin that arrives
In her inspired churl
her hair changes colour
In its flaming red strands
Sometimes pointing twigs
Pricking the worlds trees
that stand for single dominance
Shadowing subjects of scorn
Breaking and ebbing away
What is the wardrobe she sees?
is there grace?
Not a worry in point
As the steps she takes are loud
Laced in potent discourse
The sisterhood holds hands
The new and rosy cheeks
Not from bitter cold
but a union of loving force
DeaBeePea 3-2-19
I Want to Take a Holiday
Perspiration for nothing
And realization
Am I entering
A Twilight zone
My words blasé
And a stale mind
Reading others
That times have sewn
Is the mirror mundane
And breath so quiet
Eyes so focused
Blinded in light
Where is the door
And is there a reason
To walk into another
Creative blight
So where is this place
A rainbowed beach
Or rugged shore
Of sharpened rocks
Speechless people
Of foreign thoughts
An introduction
To alternative phrases
That sound like music
And dance with love
Promising romance
And moonlight walks
Is it in the past
in Daybreak Grey
with those Frankfort Berries
and Vivekananda’s gazes
The cotton-picker strum
And Toodle-Oo’s notes of joy
Giving weeks and days
Of mesmerizing thunder
Is this where I live
In my fictionalized hotel
Living dreams
And drinking ageless wine
I feel the freedom
Wrapped in former dignity
Absorbing respect
Amidst the world asunder
And the ears entertain
That laugh and cry
Taking my voice
In a fictional shrine
DeaBeePea 2-23-19
A Year Older
66
such a fun number
it's attractive
works well upside down
but I won't live that long
in my birthday song (suit?)
divisible by identicals
like 11 and 22
also 33
so I will divide
my day into sections
of various inflections
my mind is young
and body aging
no changes evident
but I sense a wisdom
that I humbly announce
before critics pounce
celebration is easy
as my wine ferments
just like my mind
in its nodding restraint
viewing the crazy world
my anger unfurled
but I do it in poetry
instead of screams
it makes me mellow
as imagination squirms
thinking of funny rhymes
while I count my dimes
all the wishes are great
aren't people awesome?
I count my blessings
so thankful for friends
as my greyish exterior
implies the inferior
but no, it's just years
quite a natural thing
a universal phenomenon
and no, I'm not worried
because I'm alive today
and quite able to play
and tomorrows are uncertain
but I do have some plans
including travel
through glorious lands
happiness will never die
even if I cry
because sadness and laughter
work hand in hand
a juxtaposed chaos
keeping me moving
here's CHEERS to life
and a partying rife
DeaBeePea 2-19-19
Fences
So many boundaries
around us all
hoping to keep us
from a stumbling fall
countries and yards
regulations and rules
fences and walls
in spirit’s stall
this organization
called mankind
articulating fear
in better and best
the lines are drawn
with arbitrary power
weakly dotted
in escaping jest
where is the heart
in silly lines
wiggling and squirming
like a hostile snake
what is the experiment
we hopefully ask
doubting the result
in nature’s quake
we call it politics
but that’s too simple
there’s hate involved
in this perilous zone
safe or secluded
we know not which
as we hesitate
to turn the stone
I feel these contours
Within my soul
And find some answers
With opening eyes
There is a chill
Down to my bones
My mind is looking
For those audible cries
it’s time to admit
the border is me
questioning others
and their suspicious glee
this link must be broken
for us to see
humanity’s hopes
to set us free
DeaBeePea 2-15-19
Fight for Humility
These are outsiders, always.
Unlike the stars
Evaluating the seasons
And light and dark so calm
Thousands of years
These inklings of wisdom
Our heads over-scratched
With our outlying palms
Our pain inflicted
With our selfish knives
Slicing our bread
In greedy anticipation
Dare I say,
Are we on the other side of history
Values and laws
In sneaky segregation
We bend down and pray
Denying the friendly ear
Sitting in an invisible throne
Drowning in hopeless tears
What does it mean
This human thread
Is it some kind of honour
Demanding cheers
Because I cannot see beyond
I take notice
Of a designated course
With mortality’s tale
Therefore; I ask
What is the choice
Do we dare to read
The obvious mail
Myth is written
Orbiting through the stars
Connecting magic
To our unbending mind
Rivers, roads and imagination
All take us there
As we travel in time
All our senses that we find
This ordeal, need not be
The gifts have been laid
Under our tree
Ever green in its love
How slowly I die
In this awakening
Is there a power to shine
On the humility we must behove
DeaBeePea 4-5-19
New Hemisphere
I
The grey sea and the long black land;
Visions like a shell
Seeing in partial halves
Like a suddenly stopped, ringing bell
Drops of water taunting
As I think of such a warning
But before my realization occurs
It is a bright new morning
Blinding me with sand
Sprinkled over my face
Reminding me of oceans
And my human-bound disgrace
The half-moon smiles at me
Threatening to swoop down low
Taking me somewhere
Where my enlightenment takes a blow
And the tidal waves leap at me too
The whitecaps tickle my nose
Swirling and playing
With my shifting dreams to impose
Fiery ringlets of contradiction
As I fear of losing my prow
My navigational instincts
Dripping from my sweaty brow
II
My beaches are my wandering mind
In its warm-scented bask
Looking at scattered psamma
And its vulnerable seaside mask
Is there an unopen window
With a pristine and untouched handle
For me to light, and set beside
A glowing modest candle
The lighted match skims me
And a voice from within me screams
I am afraid of this voyeuristic game
That shy curiosity deems
My joys and fears so intoxicating
My every move so watched
Cannot humility and awareness
Avoid this self-penaltied botch
These simple times and actions
Of such little intrinsic cloth
Tearing at the insecure being
Dressed in colour and froth
So this smooth and golden floor
My footprints imbeded in moment
Yes, I am here, my mind
Directing my hands in foment
DeaBeePea 4-1-19