Chilly Maple
The shudder of calm wind
The bitter sun
Those falling leaves
As they plummet in anger
Those gossiping grasses
Sending silly messages
As quiet cats skulk
And anxious squirrels scatter
Rocks being pelted
With teasing raindrops
Under an ambiguous sky
Of intermittent clangour
Chairs tilted
Against the sleeping table
Weeds looking curiously
For mankind’s gnawing spatter
A plot of autumn’s reflection
As simplicity soothes discomfort
Chipmunks furiously gather nuts
with the trees in moody rite
The trees are swaying
And cold fears are looming
Seeking layers of wool
And newly fictionalized dreams
The shadows growing
With cloudy shades of pale
Streams of white mist
Of mysterious uncertain flight
OH, may those colours inspire
Resplendent in their cloak
As our eyes now dance
To the music of cantabile beams
DeaBeePea 9-13-19
A Crime
The hardest thing I've ever done
Is look in the mirror of loneliness
And keep believing
In that beautiful cast of eyes
Yes, bouncing hair and teasing smiles
They come and go
All the temporary lives
That disappears in my selfish dreams
Knowing what chances are
Without a word of love
No hopeful promises
Keeping our lives simple and bland
Is my freedom a runaway
A stupid foolish dance
A bleak wall of denial
A message of ‘never to learn’
What is the cost of heart
Has the price over-welcomed its stay
My laughter just a riddle
For hidden questions reborn
Perfections persistent definition
Enticing me to search
As my good intentions linger
Along that worn-out path
Stitching my life together
wearing many jeans
painting brand-new faces
adorned in greyish breath
I look at that dangling hope
Moving away in the torturing wind
As I waste all the sunsets
Without a passion in sight
I’m wide awake
And dawn has yet to cry
In its bright and tempting hello
Sending its letter of potion
The formula of forever
Its arms wrapped around me
The lips growing warm
Yes, that persistent cry for love
DeaBeePea 9-11-19
Unknown Strength
Those shades of light
Beneath the lurid skies
Taking flight in horror
Facing the tempest of scorn
Carrying wings, transparent
In a pale wistful gleam
Scorch’d by the filtered sun
A strange and ruthless radiance
This gentle body is torn
And the blood is seeking lips
Dripping in turbid air
The screams, where are they from
This courage will bear reward
Is it careens off mountain slopes
Finding the ocean’s waves
Where hope will soon be born
The perils of aspiration
And demise of humility’s touch
Sailing through pungent dreams
Inspiring the pondering adience
Is envy heard from in distant echo
Does the decrescendo of worry arise
A unity of humanity’s concerns
Sounding a melodic thrum
Where is the heart, in all of this
Among the razing of troubles brains
The eyes will turn to azure
And the ears will hear the pain
And as an offspring of the sky
There comes a breath of spring
Collecting the stormy memories
That peaceful power brings
DeaBeePea 9-10-19
The Dwelling
One solemn thought
Of joy and sad delight
As I find my home
Somewhere between heart and mind
Some places are old
And some completely new
Sitting with my feet
Dangling in a lake of silky black
And among my many pages
Sometimes reading fine words
Other times jotting new thoughts
Some inadequate solution I will find
Memories of my Father
And the piercing voice of Mother
Piecing together the unfit puzzle
Slipping down logic’s lost track
There is no edifice
Nor is there a throne
Nothing awaiting me
Except an odorless mist
But there are paths to find
Amidst this gloomy haze
Yes, even flashes of surprise
Bringing laughter to the show
The curtains have been drawn
Enticing me to search
For what I already know
From my teasing, awkward tryst
With passion and its rendezvous
Understanding love
And viewing my wilderness
With the honesty I must sough
The chapters have dampened
And the water is now murky
And I look beyond
For a crystal sea
My burdens have been laid
As I give up my crown
And humility’s loyal bond
Follows me down the stream
There is light and loneliness
I fear no abysm
As I now have wings
To honour my cautious flee
Yes, my feet are mortal
Almost on the brink
But I have found my resort
Between daylight and my dreams
DeaBeePea 9-8-19
Crumbs
Is it my sloppiness
Or a message from Gods
Of mice and men
On bedsheets of night
They carry a trail
From anger to wisdom
Swept away
With impatient hands
The carpet boasts
Of sharing this dusting
Declaring its posture
Before my feet crush
But there is time
For one more slice
With brownish butter
For stomachs delight
In dream-like movement
I walk in my haze
To gather the grains
Of late-night plans
It all appears
In its determined fall
The crumbs of night
With nightmare’s brush
DeaBeePea 9-5-19
Never Doubt
Holes
Asking for my research
Questions and ambiguities
Driving me crazy
A vacuum
This unknown place
With many labels
In an unworthy world
A roll of the dice
Choosing the place
To partake in study
Telling me who I am
Impatience grows
And my hands are loose
Beginning a skimming survey
In the name of lazy
I really don’t care
Because the answers come
From these ridiculous journeys
And truth unfurled
And when they are filled
These numerous voids
My intelligence grasps
The incredible scam
Drunk on life
And sad with stories
on a satirical holiday
Rescuing love
Time loses its strength
As the minutes disappear
Days, months, and years
In obscurities hold
I am looking for an end
But I am suspicious
That the happy conclusion
Is manipulation’s hand
But a new star shines
In its infinite wisdom
Of powers that be
That hover above
I will not answer
This beckoning call
Except as a wizard
With opinions paroled
The breath and the word
From our voices do sing
Denying indifference
In our amityland
DeaBeePea 9-5-19
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
Open Window
Deep-seated thoughts
Torturing
Memories entwined
Laughing at me
Should I utter a smile
Ignoring
Looking to the future
Still laughing at me
A need to worry?
Somber
A seemingly useless attitude
Pondering the worst
Counting my worth
Laughing
At the pennies and concerns
Pondering the worst
Blessings instead of worth
Adding up
Pros and sneaky cons
Aware of misconception
What is this seriousness?
Sharing
The tragedy of others
Aware of misconception
Is there only one way?
Optimism
Dancing in the dark
In a toast to love and friends
It seems to brighten the days
Optimism
Dancing in the light
In a toast to love and friends
DeaBeePea 8-26-19
Retreat
breaking the pattern
of cycling thoughts
burgeoning hope
and frustration's meal
Eating my words
in humility's test
accepting myself
and shortcomings deal
Sharing time
with laughter and love
smiling at interruption
creating new vision
growing the mind
to a positive plant
rooted in fairness
and understanding's provision
yes, the plot thicken's
as the mosquitoes remind
with the buzz in my ear
in challenge of calm
to be at peace
and thankful for friends
celebrating the unfinished
reducing the qualm
one day is rain
the other is in sun
but what really changes
in this place of prose
we sleep and drink
and cook up a storm
adding spice
as we change our clothes
there is an end
but it surely lingers
as rhyme and reason
possess our heart
the words are a painting
each stroke a colour
that springs to life
as we never part
DeaBeePea 8-18-19
Ne’re Death
I shall die, but where
Cold and black
Sweating with despair
In a place unknown
Thinking of the past
Oh, all that went wrong
What could I have done
From my silly throne
But no
My posture is hope
As I look ahead
With still blue eyes
With passing comes light
Not blindness at all
The truest vision
With the happiest cries
No longer bolted shut
Are my wishes and dreams
As the fresh wind
Blows the doors of peace
My linen sheet will be bright
And rainbow stripes
Will decorate
My brand new sky with fleece
I will search for the candle
And see the flicker
The torch of love
for infinite belief
In all that is good
And fair and kind
Thankful for the passions
And my breath of relief
DeaBeePea 8-16-19
The Mask
I am lost
In the tip of a wave
As a fluttering leaf
A ray of the sun
and a flake of snow
Bewildered
Like an innocent child
As a homeless dog
A scattered wind
And bounding river’s flow
Searching
For useless answers
To useful questions
Masking my fear
And hiding my tears
Loving
Without identity
Laughing at myself
Using happiness
Leading to cheers
Accepting
This endless journey
Not knowing
The future or past
Even unsure
About my current feet
Standing
On a strangers soil
Bleeding my breath
My confused voice
Lonely and discreet
DeaBeePea 8-15-19
The Boat
The oars were creaking
The slow leak
Gave me time
The frittered-away enamel
Made streaks
Marking
The water’s climb
The wind picked-up
I drifted
My arms spent
A splashy lullaby
In confused rhythm
Slowing
With gradual descent
I was rescued
By heaven’s gate
In relieved sleep
Awakening to justice
A removal of pain
Knowing,
the water’s weep
DeaBeePea 8-12-19
1913
Within the stillness
I heard the happy hansoms,
Casting errant shadows
Clicking as the city’s rhythm
The morning sun was unsure
Prismed from uncertainness
The downtown compass
Aiming at purpose and guilt
The wide streets beginning to fill
With optimism’s frantic play
Men and women, quickly walking
Upright in a look so lissome
The stores and vista
Blending in a sonnet of contest
The newest internal combustions
Imposing, in their erroneous lilt
Unconscious leisure
in hurried profusion
everything, seemingly exposed
testing, the analytical eye
Such a magical mosaic
Whose belongings are these
And who are all these players
Masked in confused concourse
Is this a new planet
and invention of modern times
demanding a code of awareness
under the thunderous skies
Gazing upon this adventure
Where nature takes a rest
Awaiting a time to blossom
Before its voice is hoarse
This gaily-decked parade
Will it grow tired
Basking in the sweaty sun
The road wearing thin
And these interim times
Awaiting a new humanity
All for one, one for all
Amidst the crying din
DeaBeePea 8-12-19
Cotton Days
This stately dance
Disillusionment of face
Picking cotton before
And picking cotton after
At the reconstructive end
Industry and wealth atop
Left in snow-like fields
Of long-lost days of laughter
New codes of crow
Suffocating optimistic breath
As hopeless courage
Blows the apron winds
Browns and silver greys
Humble clothing of strife
Lit with subtle darkness
Before the dawn prescinds
The silence is a song
As one brushes the stems
The other in stubborn defiance
A gunny sack of aspiration
Not in perfect unity
As the lone pine beckons
Asking them to run
From the cry of callous plantation
The sympathy of majesty
And cycling brows of slavery
The wages of time are lethal
In their legless journey in time
Weightless is a hopeless threat
For no direction of faith
Standing erect to fight the nothingness
As the burden begins to begrime
The mulatto enslavement
Doomed to biological eradication
Unable to sustain this beauty
In intangible gentle sublimity
The oblique glances
And icy aimless stares
A tale with no end
Except tragedy and armless equanimity
DeaBeePea 8-11-19
The Returning Sea
Down the clattering street
On this sunny day
Overtaken with greyness
And dumbness of my play
Ghostly faces
And dark and deepened eyes
I feel the invisible tears
And lonely silent cries
Meeting looks that go forever
Taking me back to myself
Flooded with doubt
On my cautious fearful shelf
A collection of miniatures
Ignored, and passing recollections
Traces of love and insecurity
Of aging and fading directions
What is this dimness
What is the colour of breath
This shifting picture of life
Trodden in unknown death
This shadowy mass
Is it here to stay
Or is there a tentative warning
To wake up to this mindful sway
Beginning to smile
A face explodes from that crowd of silhouettes
As faces go, quite familiar
Beaming so clear, with no regrets
I behold a friend
Seeing what is really me
I stretch out my yearning hand
And take myself to my homeland sea
The reflections are now bright
Gentle waves of sparkled blue
The street now a rainbow
With expectation of you
DeaBeePea 8-10-19
My tribute to Winslow Homer's Girl on a Swing (1879)
Coral Wind
The path that led
To the silent swing
A lonely place
Of cascading hope
The sun is cast
Upon the frock
Of pinkish rose
Where smiles elope
The only place
That she can see
Is beyond the fears
On hilltops place
Her questioning stare
Is a confident glimpse
Of future’s glare
And innocence’ face
Duvetyn in flush
And wide-brimmed glee
In a pendulum breeze
And pigtail wings
The leggings dare
To land below
Back to earth
Where knowledge sings
Her shoes secure
For a land of fairies
Held in jute
in braided dreams
A flicker of worry
In the confident glow
Searching for courage
In solitudes sway
The dancing leaves
And desolate peace
Protects her soul
From drifting away
DeaBeePea 8-7-19
No More Darkness
Those shadows so placed
In different places
Tricking the sun
And making minds run
Along with rivers
so carefree
asking us to follow
in superfluous wallow
Are there new depths
Where our feet gently weep
Charmed in burial
Taking us to sleep
Is it a paralyzing love
Causing this void
A painful journey
To this joyful concoid
Is it a final mouth
Or a confluence of faith
In one’s passion
Dissatisfied in mere ration
The uneven shore
Providing stops and starts
As my relish quivers
Amongst the weedy slivers
But, that single star
Always shining
Dictates this spirit, very far
Seeking these strange silhouettes
Constellations of magic
Seem to float with me
Repelling the tragic
In their soothing milky way
Yes, it is pleasant
So is there
A giving in to this stalemate
Appearing easy to share
The fields, and this rosy morn
Asking me to dance from mist
And remove my veil
That shielded the kiss
I will sit
And open my arms
In the breast of her lust
Hearing, my heart in thrust
Her face is tranquil
Yet honest and bold
I am in the perfect rest
When my blood runs in merry fest
DeaBeePea 8-6-19
Surrounded
by the sky
buzzing, biting pests
wildflowers
uninvited noise
qualified analysis
unqualified criticism
laughter
humidity
sweet barbeque air
cigarette butts
welcome noise
unanswerable questions
creative answers
potent ignorance
misunderstanding
books
temptation
ill-thought
friends
and love
DeaBeePea 8-4-19
The Spin I’m In
What have I woven
This blanketing spell
Feeling each cackle of laughter
Of friends I know so well
I can feel those taunting fingers
Caressing my insecure words
As I begin to twitch
My neck pointing to the birds
Down and down I go
Round and round I go
This fascinating spin I’m in
Not knowing what to sough
As the flock offers a path
I know, this is witchcraft
Daring me to least resistance
In a chilling nervous draught
Can love overcome this frenzy
When eyes meet eyes
That unexplainable tingle
Between intermittent cries
Down and down I go
Round and round I go
This fascinating spin I’m in
Uncertain in its flow
Or is this paralysis
The warning of alchemy
The sideways stairs
Leading to the floorless balcony
This loud and boisterous tapestry
No advice it gives
As I try to fill the cup
Where self-propriety lives
Down and down I go
Round and round I go
This fascinating spin I’m in
Gathering, what I know
This loud and boisterous tapestry
No advice it gives
As I try to fill the cup
Where self-propriety lives
There are simpler thoughts
As I hear your name
Explaining my desires
Tempered by filtered flame
Down and down I go
Round and round I go
This fascinating spin I’m in
In its kaleidoscopic show
What is my augury
This concern, I shall not dwell
This spin is forever
With no threatening knell
The love, the mastery, the unknown
Yes, the quilt is worn
And the challenges my own
Where future joy is born
Down and down I go
Round and round I go
This fascinating spin I’m in
Forever high and low
DeaBeePea 8-2-19
The Road
That glowing smile
and wistful hair
taking me somewhere
without a world's care
the eyes that wander
in curious want
a question of love
no fear to daunt
the warmth of laughter
and a tiny speck
of chilling sadness
and its tearful fleck
But the heart is gleaming
and the beams embrace
a soothing radiance
from an innocent face
So I take your road
hand in hand
such ecstatic joy
of unbreakable strand
so long and winding
but short in time
with bursting passion
your spirit sublime
yes, it is magic
almost disbelieving
as I shake my unconsciousness
as our love is weaving
DeaBeePea 7-29-19
William Shakespeare
“Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.”
― William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream
Ode to Chiune Sugihara
That quiet heart from Kaunas
In transits loving prize
Through home and delicate space
In a desperate prayerful guise
His own dimension was belief
In doing freedom’s right
With danger to his own
In a war-torn Europe’s flight
These residents of innocence
Enclosed in occupant’s hate
Looking for a pure direction
Not knowing of their fate
This honour is bestowed
As Righteous Among the Nations
A legend then named Sempo
The refugee's citation
The young man bowed to order
His eyes upon a dream
Of Christian and English wisdom
Of humanitarian theme
From moving like the dust
On continuously taunting breeze
His thoughts had gathered together
In a kindness ill at ease
Of commendable military posture
He saw a guiding light
Improvising with power
To aid the prisoner’s plight
Japan was just a stop
A momentary gap
For disposal of these victims
In a multi-sided trap
The Trans-Siberian Railway
In his disobedient plan
A trail’s end to hope
in tattered faith they ran
Conquered of his mission
His final flourish was due
There never were the hours
To complete his abundant accrue
His hands almighty tired
Of thousands of visas he wrote
As the final train pulled out
He threw the leaf-like notes
As they fluttered in the aimless wind
The hands were raised in distress
He cried in passing anguish
His heart in lonely ingress
To their savior they spoke
Never to forget
Hoping to see again
Their monumental lunette
DeaBeePea 7-29-19
Writing Early
Scraggly hair
More gaps for flow
Stagnant thoughts
Finally excreting
Not yet a shower
Still coated
With yesterday’s slime
And nonsense accreted
First coffee poured
The starting block
And my hunched back
Eyes raising to sun
Painless hangover
Of confusion’s name
But a fresh innocence
With hopelessness undone
Lack of clarity
In realism’s frame
The branches outside
Waiting for my cling
In a droop of anxiety
Above the squirrels scatter
The cold leaves wait
For the dew to sing
So I ponder the clothes
Of my daily drape
As the wheels turn
In unaided direction
I place my mug down
And take a step
Towards beckoning rooms
With cautious reflection
DeaBeePea 11-30-19
Poem written on Day 3 of Loon Lake Retreat
Where
What do I ask
Is that dreams
Become you
That never shall be
A truth
That is not you
That all my beliefs
Take a rest
On the soul of you
Will you vanish
From my sight
Taking away only you
Out into the night
Is a strange piece
That is you
And I hear the music
A beautiful melody
That is you
Does it exist
My one and only
Spirit
Do I resemble
This passionate
Spirit
Is my trembling
A fear of love
A daunting spirit
Am I shattered
Because I am beside
My spirit
Beauty through all
Hope
Watering my spirit
Uncovered mornings
Awakening
To an exploding spirit
DeaBeePea 7-24-19
Flying Low
my mind now opens
along with my jeans
pondering love
and romantic scenes
a simple mistake
of social disapproval
which might perpetuate
my immediate removal
DeaBeePea 7-23-19
First day of Writer's Retreat at Loon Lake
Thank you for inspiration; Bev and Nancy
The Immortal Coverlet
Today at dawn, the moment of the lake
Speaks to me
In silence
And a plea for peace
Then I think of you
far away
Yet appearing in many places
A shadow from between the trees
My eyes transfixed
Then suddenly
These dark silhouettes
Meet me, as golden fleece
Not claiming power
But clinging to my soul
A reminder of the past
In a selfish crying breeze
My breath is cast
Over the twinkling waters
My loneliness and love
All one again
We are on a mountain
Yet still submerged
In cross-identity
As the seasons roll on by
Is it our thoughts
Or our bodies
On this endless search
For a fertile night of when
Circling between the stars
A strange cold light
Chilling me
As I sigh
A rebirth
Every sensation
Rekindles in perpetual life
No fear, no strife
I bow
In humility to this misunderstanding
That will lead me to promise
As our love perspires and cries
The sun, an enlightenment
The warmth, a passion
Joining many hands
In a slow and steady rife
Yes, the colours are changing
Is it time
Or a new mind
As dreams turn to real eyes
DeaBeePea 7-22-19
Dream
Where are my dreams
Why are they so fickle
As they profoundly impose
And then fly away
They are a warning
But their responsibility is ignored
Making me wake
As they fly away
Lighting up the truth
In awestruck memory
Long-gone faces
That have been away
Spinning in undiscernible time
With no season
A strange parable
As reality floats away
What is the lesson
Of this slumbered play
In panic or calm
As I float away
To unknown lands
And unexplainable love
Questioning my identity
Asking away
Hold fast to this
Wondrous intrusion
It’s another door
Showing me the way
DeaBeePea 7-15-19
Woods
No discernable paths
So as a traveller, so eager
I search for a way
Amidst the kaleidoscopic maze
And as the panorama before me shone
There arose two leafy rivers
One of gold
The other in crimson
So sorry to have to pause
As I stood for long
Thinking beyond the bends
That walled my view in haze
Was I looking in similarity
To a lady fair
Or pondering my evolving soul
In its reflective prism
In the halcyon
There was wetness and mist
And a questioning hiss
And streaky light
In the blush
It was hot and dry
Deathly quiet
And a bold steaming glare
And how strange I thought
Of nothing worn
Telling me so clear
That this holiday was a flight
A new enterprise of courage
Finding answers unknown
Could I do this?
As I asked upon my mindful chair
As darkness came
I was struck with the sudden sameness
So dreams overtook me
And I slept in indecisive peace
The hours were a minute
And the disappearance of choice
Came back in the dawn
As the eyes of friends enveloped me
An inner calm
And a relieved smile
And happily beating heart
Dictating my disinfinite lease
Sharing, following and turning
What a joy this is!
Loved for who I am
And kissing the others’ glee
DeaBeePea 7-14-19
What Kisses Me
Is it the morning dew
Inviting me
To swim
In the sweetest of grasses
The violent ocean
Only quiet, at times
To lull me to sleep
Fooled in peaceful blue
The Mother of my soul
To discipline me
Aware of Nature’s party
And rules for obedience’s reward
As I await the sunset
Looking down into the valley
My downness stirred
Into am untidy bowl
Yearning for autumn
With its kaleidoscopic show
The rustling and breeze
Trees, freshly breathing in their glow
Yea, the painting change
As harshness enters
Along with kindred purity
And stark and icy blossoms
My own climate is inspiration
As the huge bright sky
Opens its lips
And startles my conscience
My heart is seared
and my mouth, gaping in awe
As I ponder the ghosts of August
In my humble unknown station
DeaBeePea 7-12-19
Sad Song
Do we fail to see
The nature, that is ours
In use and in play
Sneering at cheerful showers
Have we forgotten
That we have a family
That spreads its leaves with joy
Ignoring our silly ploy
Until the breathing stops
And we have gone too far
Looking into the sky
At the one and only star
The song is now discordant
We are out of tune
Our blurry eyes are crying
As the hope of love is dying
Do we want this funeral of knowing
Our brothers and sisters are gone
The vivid blossoming over
And losing what has shone
It is too late to punish
And that chair in the corner
No longer has a reason
In this dark and bleak fifth season
Where do I now stand
In this place of deathly quiet
Now, only living in dreams
To escape the poison diet
Our ownership has suffocated
The life from yawning brethren
We must wake up in alarm
and join our weathered arms…
DeaBeePea 7-12-19
Walk
We walk, hand in hand
The grass between each stone
growing
a new field for our uncertainty
the twilight teases
each blooming star a book
showing
a glitter for our hope
We begin to assume the warmth
As the moon appears
Knowing
The sneer of our assumptions
Heaven breaths down
And our thoughts are suspended
Slowing
Cleansed with tranquility
The loneliness of our souls
Speaks to us in its nervous fear
Tracing
Our past in vivid pen
Is that thunder we hear?
As our fingers now tighten
Embracing
The enormity of our challenge
We do not retreat
As our steps barely quicken
Placing
Our hearts in quiet calm
The imperfection of our passion
Realized in our hidden smiles
Facing
The contentment of our love…
DeaBeePea 7-12-19
Retreats
are we retreating?
as we schedule ourselves
running away
like anxious elves
days for prayer
and the written word
or total silence
and meditation conferred
to twist your body
to unspoken lengths
and stretch the mind
for creative strength
I will surrender to this
because I have no foe
and declare no war
withdrawing only
... to love's sweet glow...
DeaBeePea 7-12-19
Boredom
a state of unknown
as I ponder this world
my ideas tested
and imagination unfurled
fascination and questions
overflowing my glass
as I sip the sweet wine
red dew on the grass
the overwhelming reality
of the panic of time
and futureless echo
of my worthless dime
the doing is a spirit
of life's lustful request
the angry mix
of happiness' quest
my sleep is a rest
from this circle so vicious
but the merriment endures
despite rules so officious
no, stale is a never
as curiosity and madness
join their hopping hands
adjoining in gladness
dreams do come true
as by aging blood boils
looking out and beyond
at the poisoning soils
my string of hope
is rather weak
but the journey continues
for the answer I seek
DeaBeePea 7-11-19
The Book
I read a book
It made no sense
But after all
It’s a madman’s scrawl
The plot was twisted
And the protagonist was too
And the settings were horrifying
And the skies never blue
There was little humour
but when there were jokes
the joke was on me
I’d call it a hoax
The sentences were long
Going on and on
And I couldn’t decipher
Where the lines were drawn
And the style was disjointed
And clarity clouded
The intent was fuzzy
It was a way too many pages
And boring at that
Because all the characters were thin
And no one was fat
Even the cover was dumb
A scene from the nineties
When the story took place
In the roaring twenties
As far as the ending
Well, there really wasn’t one
The last sentence had no period
And there was no gun
This book is bad
And being the author, after all
I will have to rewrite it
Or I’ll be shrouded in a pall
DeaBeePea 7-9-19
Looking Anew
I was angry with my friend
And angry with my foe
From where did this come
As I pondered the throes
In subtlety, I told my wrath
Then turned, to look
At my reddening face
And uneasy smile
And yet, it still simmered
In anxious climate
A mysterious woe
In hostility’s begat
My inner eyes were nodding
As knowledge suddenly grew
Awareness
Of denial in seed
Current fears
And helpless frustration
And former tears
Never dried in satisfaction
My foolishness and deceit
And meaningless grins
Shaded the sun
From hopeless dreams
A stark re-entry
Of my blessed power
To enact a presence
Of loving showers
“Oh… so it is I,
To whom I am angry
And not others
Upon receipt of my scorn”
I chuckled then
And thankfulness reigned
For a sweet enlightenment
Of my soul unchained
DeaBeePea 7-6-19
New Darkness
Do I question
How I go into the night?
Expectations of passive death
Or joy; towards a new light
How is the sleep
Is it a tossing rage?
Or slumber’s sweetness
In its flowered cage?
Is it within me to be gentle?
Resting with impatience
Knowing of my futile deeds
And yielding to complacence
The night in its quiet
Goodness, it declares
Laughing at my rage
Embarrassed by the starry stares
Will there be lightning?
To warn me, of aging ways
A fault of sky
To rupture my placid days
Am I wise and knowing?
Listening to the darkened notes
Playing a silly lullaby
Sung by taunting throats
Should I lust in my wildness?
And let no grieving sway
The immaturity of hope
And trickery at play
Do I need a storm?
To awaken and unblind me
A cracking that embellishes
The sun rising so free
And the fierce tears
Of my misunderstood past
Shall only be my bedfellow
As my spinning dreams do last
DeaBeePea 7-3-19
Tall
Standing proud
Not letting the questions
Nor history
Reveal the evil
The knowledge
In miracle’s light
Of labored swarms
And power so loud
Pre-fabricated dreams
As the tiles partition
The bold vision
And desperate hope
Indiana limestone
And shining black granite
Attesting to wealth
And confident brick in reams
One ton after another
Sand and terra cotta
As the shadow grows
And the sky begins to wither
Is this alive
Like a giant monster
From islands unknown
Creating anxious pother
It breaths it concrete odour
And its voice of arrogance
Spills the streets
With empty bustle
But interpretation
Allows for romantic twists
And the symbolic heights
Consumes our superfluous borders
Our history has tendency’s glamour
With our steely stares
And wind-battered lives
Windows so teared
And as we yearn for countryside peace
The sidewalks still beckon
And our visit is sweet
In our sky-scraper enamour
DeaBeePea 6-27-19