Daruma
Depth
Dimness
Darkness
Distillate mystery
discriminating profundity
demiurgic orthodoxy
discourse beyond words
detained in world
discovering true portals
delivering a setting sun
descending into consciousness
dancing with no return
dignified elegance
described in Kadensho
decorated non-description
doled in Noh Theatre
dashed in Zeami's stroke
demure and sad
delicate beauty
discharging performances
donned for the Shogun
dazzle of flower
drawn in similitude
dramatic Kyōgen farce
diametric plays
diminutive in brevity
daily servant and Jiro
duplicate son in facile
dialogue embellished
dimwit skits
down-to-earth in allegory
depicted through Zen
dew rites of Shinto
dull intrinsics
delightful in birth
10-4-14 DBP
A tribute to the film "The Key" 1934
Prelude
Why the "key"
a mystery to me
because there is no lock
to be opened to free
although there is a prison
no instrument mentioned
and no door of fame
to place the blame
so I guess it is a searching
a key to "problem"
why independence seeked
and violence so bleek
the antiphon to peace
as war is to cease
a wind a prayer
blowing love to dare
Tennancy
high peril was housed,
in the year 1920
independence and rage
military intelligence aroused
Republican army, of Scotia
assumed interrogation
Captain Tennant, an execrated figure,
brutality as justice
But courage persists
no fear of eradication
despite the peril
and shadowing danger
his colleagues wife
Nora so austere
becomes a ploy
in his world of revere
her consort Andy
taken in custody
by army resisting
the colonial persisting
Peader, Irish prisoner
incarcerated as vile
used in dirty game
to free his guile
officer forges, in scheme
to release the rebel
a blackmail team
his friend free in reward
but Tennant captive
a heroes payment
no love for him to live
dark joy for his compatriots
fate in war
always doomed
as hatred and fear
are auspiciously roomed
DBP 10-6-14
Pink and Blink
motor clik
robot glik
greasy grind
noisy bind
rakat soket
tool in poket
three brains
planning stains
revolt from program
evolving jam
defining life
avoiding strife
bling ring sing
zing zot ping
sizzle spark
never dark
crash boom
ending doom
DBP 10-23-14
2 Batteries (Cinquain)
remote
tranquil, serene
inaccessible, hidden, secure
insecure in the searching visitor
friend
DBP 10-21-14
No Braking
my head in spiral
ideas are viral
natures of colour
books to inspire
songs that rape
my inner nape
connecting mind
to actions I find
Carol's poems of
tranquil guise
my tete is turning
overflowing
and yearning
DBP 10-20-14
(Tribute to Anne Burns)
Glider Woman
military assault
gliders to halt
imperial vision
quiet revision
Slingsby Skylark
flight to hark
a record in distance
bungee launch persistence
altitude and gain-of-height
thin air for vacuous flight
English Channel crossing
rewards with Anne's embossing
cumulonimbus cloud
stormy crowd
electrical discharges
to knees at large
strike flashing wing
panel in fling
instantaneously recovery
descendency in hover
graceful speed
champion of Empire
heroine of air
with analytic flair
damage from bird
vehicle gird
tangled in shrouds
sycamore to cushion
engineer so hailed
nonlinear systems
and clear-air turbulence
pioneer sky serpent
10-19-14 DBP
Feathertail Glider
flying phalanger
feather-shaped tail
the smallest of genus
monotypical grail
moderately prehensile
gliding flight
steering and braking
a hairless kite
Queensland home
nectar and pollen digest
arthropods a quest
a possum request
it's whiskered dome
and tail amouse
gripping the branch
journey enhanced...
10-19-14 DBP
Toy of Life
my top in pocket
resting in pause
before the final spin
a continuous whirl
perpetual motion
an infinite lotion
in playing's devotion
DBP 10-20-14
Sun-Dried
salted and sulfured
four to ten
days to athirst
lycopene in burst
plum and yellow
dotted in oil
olives, and spicy coil
the garlic breeze
kissing the line
pinned sheets beside
swaying garments
under in name, divine
slipping in time
some embarrassed
a way to neighbour
I wear red ones
cartooned on buns
an intimate shine
pulley refined
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10-20-14 DBP
Woodclip
Pins to hang
suns morning tang
taut in hold
lace to scold
plastic or wood
but I feel I should
use the classic design
durable on line
but I also fasten
potato chips to lasten
ingenuity I fashion
in modest ration
10-20-14 DBP
Slipped Away
remote
hidden, lost
lurking, laughing, resting
relieved from response to duty
control
DBP 10-21-14
Cinquain 3
island
narrow river
shady welcome in reeds
evergreen shadows beckon fire
canoe
DBP 10-21-14
Bark Marks
Wild ungulates
leaving their mark
through deciduous bottomlands
and aspen parks
riparian corridors
and mountains so vast
Texas to northern lakes
northern woodland white-tailed
...beauty of caste
colours of season
red to grey
Bucks in decorative branch
mating to enhance
heavy breathing
misty blow and run
alarm in the sun
rear appendage a light
rutting a season
cool and composed
cohabit in sound
and writing profound
Mixing of choirs
bleats, and squeals much higher
calling to mother
and Bucks low grunt
overhung scrapes
forehead embossed
delivered in hoof
announcing the nest
odor offensive
stomping for danger incensed
Does signals need
showing good scents
scrapes and rubs
Does on beware
stripping bark
in enthusiastic hark
antlers to polish
for forest tench
and exposing bare earth
huge twigs underneath
...glandular stench
they talk with impression
leaving their blaze
dancing to distance
through luxurious haze
10-12-14 DBP
An Ode of Benediction
Lifes breath, obligation
to wonder in awe
at miracles bestowed
and hidden in flaw
Breezes singing
letting us know
that messages blow
through worlds unknown
Love in sky
and rooted in soil
walked through the trails
by out feet as we sail
Words and music
a reflection in art
growing from seeds
created in heed
Birds and worms
related in gift
acceptance of roles
Shakespearian throes
Friends and family
encourage and faith
independent dreams
touched by wraith
our train of thought
a whistle distraction
conducting the band
symphonic attraction
thank you heart
for sponging the essance
as I smile in reverence
humble in presence
DBP 10-12-14
A tribute to fellow artists on Thanksgiving...
Thank you Misfits...lightly ajar
...for leaving a beautiful scar
romantic notion
poetic potion
silly prattle
my ears in battle
but laughing hysterically
at musings esoterically
exclamations and ""Yes"
so enthused and impressed
and kissing the dreams
so scribed in lovely seams
as I am hemmed in passion
not escaping to ration
gentle and kind
the family refined
commoving no bounds
by thoughts profound
the misfits aspire
to share and inspire
DBP 10-12-14
The Case of the Old Fashioned Book
the body was dead
laying as still as a book
in a stuffy
deserted library nook
the detective stood over it
no marks or evidence
of any foul play
the expression, severe dismay
a tattered pin-stripe suit
as grey as his face so destitute
and tie, outside his jacket
pointing to a tiny page
it was triangular and browned
smelling strangely like the man
that musty odour
of a story grown older
in the corner, an ashy pile
a relic of no smile
and some cardboard words
A Tale of T...
the final book was gone
the broken heart was still
no more reason to live
through the icy digital mill
DeaBeePea 5-27-16
Memorial
the ghost bike memorial
stark and sombre
bleak and pure
the spokes unsure
which direction implied
spinning to heaven
the only remaining path
calming vivid wrath
the driver from hell
not considering his threat
a self-centred wheel
provoking bad deal
as we pedal through town
we are reminded of this
in many sad ways
in all the tragic plays
but I break for a thought
thinking of those
who will never heal
unless returning in surreal
DeaBeePea 5-28-16
A tribute to “reunions”
Remember
Grey and tired
But full of passion
Lusty and laughing
From the bartenders ration
They haven’t changed
These special friends
Adapting stubbornly
To current trends
We throw around names
Occasionally pausing
On the tip of our tongue
Our memory is causing…
A short circuit of time
As we ask what year
“It must have been,
The year before , dear”
“I don’t question your recall,
But you weren’t there,
And I wasn’t either
And you weren’t a pair”
But we do it each year
‘cause we have so much fun
And time’s running out
Under the setting sun…
DeaBeePea 5-31-16
The Story
No matter where I start
As my fingers start to paint
With words of tale
There seems a rail
A part of me that takes
A track from within
Motivated by hope
The diesel to cope
For peace and identity
A place to stop
And declare who I am
In literary exam
And to my amazement
Something else happens too
Someone new does arise
From the discolouring skies
A storm it seems
Is brewing in my head
And the end is a cliff
And standing in stiff
So I leave you hanging
Because that is my station
A conductor of question
And porter of suggestion
DeaBeePea 5-31-16
Battle
The war within
Insecurities victory
Doubting decisions
For fear of incisions
Painless but numbing
Thinking of “if”
Which doesn’t really exist
In my confidential resist
Loneliness appears
With its mocking wave
But it never leaves
Stuck inside as it weaves
Its taunting game
That I now realize
Is a test of strength
And purpose of length
A string never cut
As it ties us together
In an unnamed unity
Our love is impunity
DeaBeePea 5-31-16