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
The Storm
It began years ago
As I looked to the sky
And heard this sea-shell like sound
A beautiful echo of air
Although the sky was blue
And the grass was green
I felt something uneasy
Despite the day so fair
There was a turbulence
Though there was no rain
And I sensed the swirling wind
Within my secret domicile
I could see through the lenses
Of my worries and concerns
And ignored the placid faces
And languid empty smiles
I carried my umbrella
An invisible shield of fear
And took an aimless walk
Down the streets of humdrum lane
The uncertainty surrounded me
In my helpless journey of fate
And I knew the answers were teasing me
My ignorance and knowledge were twain
But the tempest brewed
And no one seemed to care
I looked around and gawked at the apathy
And cried in lonely tears
I only had one choice
And that was the naked truth
To bare myself to the cold and blustery
And wait for heavens cheers
DeaBeePea 11-14-19
Innocence
Where is my soul
Buried in truth
But falsely accusing
Evil’s cruel heart
Looking elsewhere
Hiding my head
In shallow sand
Where my shadow lurks
My excuse is infinite
In humour’s wake
And black and white dreams
Within is my part
I pamper my guilt
With ribbons and bows
Making my face
An image that shirks
The answer outlaid
On my plastic pedestal
The echo distorted
As the audience talks
Bending the message
As I let it go
In denial’s home
Where accountability walks
DeaBeePea 11-11-19
Wrecking Ball
The swing is the thing
It’s hit and miss
And it really hurts
Despite the thrill
That glorious smash
That we all love
And sense of glee
And spiteful chill
Side-effects
From crumbling walls
Spilling all over
To territory unspelled
What just happened
Is my remorseful cry
As I turn around
To look at the felled
Apologies might help
I think to myself
But it might take time
To stand on my own
And the battered victims
Shake their heads
Dealing with peril
And optimism thrown
As time goes by
I have tucked that crane
Into mere oblivion
With a somber heart
Each step is taken
With thanks and regard
The ball is rusting
New plans to impart
DeaBeePea 11-7-19
Rambling (in honour of today's writer's group)
The consequences of my actions
Bringing forth a stew
Spicy meat indeed
Buy my God, the potatoes are blue
My plate has overrunneth
My lap a gooey mess
I stand up to relinquish
My scalding wet duress
I contemplate my future
And a fear of change ensues
That, of which I cannot deal
As I have paid my dues
My reward is my madness
And ability of aimless laughter
And tears, for the sake of tears
And happiness thereafter
This concocted mixture
Of love and mental pranksterism
Has supported many a rising sun
As I take my daily run
Jogging through juxtaposed memories
Remembering 1969
Missing recent appointments
As rhymes walk sublime
The wheels are turning
And I’m not out of gas
But the fumes are getting nasty
And my comrades are becoming aghast
But I continue to fathom
How the rain, sun and snow
Spell to me a miracle
That feeds my satirical blow
DeaBeePea 10-31-19
Faith or Knowledge
the dilemma
of Antonius Block
alive in many a soul
as I devour my self-image
Is it a must?
to speak to Death
and make demands
while on my final trek
am I at war?
with those of nihilistic dreams
each step such a burden
in my bold and heartless scrimmage
the confession
is rather startling
looking at that pale face
a feeble but menacing wreck
the flutist and juggler
perform before the crowd
as I am submerged in humility
as my anger begins to grow
the controversy of the cross
laid down upon the soiled land
tired and despised
the prayers and taunts in consent
the answer lies in truth
and a game of strategic skill
the blood rushing to your hand
to make a move of know
This facsimile of strength
defies the power of faith
ensuring Death a victory
the King in denials assent
DeaBeePea 11-22-19
Popcorn Sneeze
enjoying life
satisfying cravings
a temporary disregard
with gouda-chive flavour
the bag almost empty
is there a reason?
only content
with swallowing every morsel
catching a film
and taking phone-calls
while busy chomping
with many hours to savour
I have no aim
just a ravenous inspiration
a salty response
as I steer my hunger's dorsal
My anxiety grows
and opinions gather wildly
impressions begin to bloom
as my teeth begin to entrap
and then the sneeze erupts
and I covered the ground with residue
maltodextrine and saliva
leaving me in a flap
DeaBeePea 11-22-19
The Wall
the stone and mortar
in rigid voice
drawing parameters
for anxious feet
in crumbling protection
of a hero's life
antiquated and tainted
with arrogant lips
the paint and repair
will not diffuse
history's application
with the bloody beat
so we walk around
with ambiguous worship
surrounded by questions
and our mental eclipse
we renovate our thoughts
our imagination stirred
with potential freedom
of a fenceless passion
where is the end?
and where is the beginning?
is the gate and entrance
to truth and deliverance?
or is it a trap of ignorance?
testing our metal
as we ponder revolt
with kindred compassion
so we must tear down
with hammers or love
the barriers of fear
and lazy indifference
DeaBeaPea 11-21-19
Requiem
the question of joy
so finely tainted
with guilts desire
and hatreds love
walking blindly to
morbid songs
and missing the aroma
of aging kisses
greeting faces
of doubtful refrain
shaking hands
with nervous gloves
playing games
with winning's grasp
surfacing anger
at careless misses
shaking your head
at romantic notions
with fear and denial
and laughing ears
for this to discard
a celebration in colour
feeling the miracle
of a songbird's rhyme
there is a reward
for a passionate smile
and tender hug
of understanding years
waste not a second
for a happy romp
kicking leaves
through the forest of time
DeaBeePea 11-20-19
What is a Footlong?
a common phrase
used to-and-fro
implied generically
with arms held to show
in Auusi-land
they now have fries
where the 12-inch phrase
now applies
other times
it is regarding cuisine
a hot dog, sausage
or submarine
but to me
it is something, in joyous clap
to signify
that I've had a good crap
DeeBeePea 11-22-19
Bookcase
Lost horizons
as the sagging shelves
Await my hand
And a binding fingerprint
The author’s lay
Side-by-side
It eloquent silence
Yet, there is a hum
At times it is a roar
From neglect
Blurry stripes
From my second glint
What was that?
I ask in bewilderment
A voice from Darwin
In inquiring thrum
Time is squeezed
From medieval courage
To modern mystery
With satire in between
What is good for me?
At this time of respite
Gazing upon the thickness
Of Dicken’s in volume
Standing tall
The dust is gathering
And that hidden second row
So seldom seen
Is their jealousy among them
To those already read?
Surely they must know
For future’s assume
Is it truth lying before me
Whether imagination or not
Telling me to consume
This litany of conference
It seems to be a place
Of magically stormy weather
Yet peaceful grace as well
In esoteric splendour
Is this forever
A monument for all time
Not caring for my essence
Just a refection for my reference
Or will it fall
In a desperate motion to warn
Against the lazy encroachment of mind
Wisdom, its glorious tender
DeaBeePea 8-29-19
The Line
To describe the darkness
As a leafy collage
As I dramatically wait for light
Each stem dancing in stillness
In sleep or an awakening
I do not care
The laughing moon is awaiting
My acknowledgement in smile
Or will there be tears
But not from sadness
but from the holy awe of breath
Strong in its silent shrillness
In the questioning sky
I hear the surging sea
And see the white-capped stars
A cluster in shimmering beguile
This forever island
To which I daily travel
Inherits my growing fear
Metamorphosing to words of tuille
Spelling my lust for truth
Accusing everyone of nothing
Singing only love songs
Filling a ticking heart
Weaving a swampy hush
Knee-deep in slippery sludge
Finding this fascination
A bubbly gurgling vestibule
Is the whole world sleeping
Not finding the shore
Or reaching the true horizon
Where hate and love do part
DeaBeePea 9-24-19