Sleep
how I love sleep
such a rejuvenating ride
over pillows and sheets
where I've previously cried
incredible dreams
some X-rated
but I'll keep my mouth shut
or I'll be ill-fated
DeaBeePea 5-24-19
Beverage
first coffee
half-a-person
second coffee
almost whole
then that glass of wine
of late of afternoon
yes
now I am complete
such a shame
my day
is three-quarters over
and now is time to dine
DeaBeePra 5-22-19
Clothes
actually, I am fond
of nudity
if a had pure skin
and a robust body
I would
consider it seriously
but now I love clothes
because they allow me
to look tolerable
and as long
as I shower alone
I will sing deliriously
DeaBeePea 5-19-19
The Street
After the rain
Nature’s glare
Of lamps and the moon
Chilling flares
Procuring dreams
That are mostly lies
This slow moving river
With banks that cry
Barriers and bars
And rules so stark
Wails and screeches
Avoiding the dark
Tramps and thieves
Of little heed
In empty patterns
That the past has freed
Just dime-store mannequins
And errant night-walkers
Or lonely patrons
And bar-room knockers
Those crevice homes
For giving-up heroes
Is the quiet a warning
For a future of zeroes
This icy black stream
Leading to the throat
Of gaping fate
For a goodbye note.
Opposite my window,
The stars an awning,
Blinding in glitter,
A plum-colour spawning
A wealth of soul
And children of hope
But how can this be
In the concrete tree
I am watching
And listening for a noise
Of confirmation
With morning’s poise
DeaBeePea 5-19-19
Popcorn
a bit stale
and fitting
into the nooks and crannies
of my aging teeth
the satisfying crunch
and convincing perseverance
and my diet
says no butter
so I will
dig deep
even into unpopped territory
before I venture into my world
of dental floss
scotch and beer
DeaBeePea 5-19-19
Orbit
assumption
issues
poverty, racism
nature's demise
as we
float in revolution
denial
an overthrow
subjecting ourselves
to ignorance
as the spiral stops
as a final solution
is this anger
of God
or just
our due comeuppance
like a leaky faucet
or ice-cold day
as we cover ourselves
with silly complaint
saying yes
and no
at all the wrongs times
as we play
so this universal disaster
no apparent warning
but all along
it's been hovering
but we are blind
to this impelling stray
will we be incinerated
or frozen stiff
it depends
on our direction
a simple choice
for this error-prone fray
I have no preference
but it would be nice
falling into a heaven of words
a planetary mosaic
a milky co-existence
with a knowing way
dignity and peace
chameleon colours
dancing asteroids
with stormy concerts
as space decides
the fate of our celestial bouquet
DeaBeePea 5-18-19
Fitness
what
am I fit for
in this empty fruit
the pits rotted
future's symbol
falling
from the tree
is it life
with unanswered questions
sunny clouds
laughing frowns
embarrassment
flying free
endless runs
of de-oxygenated peril
finding surprises
in determination and guilt
saying goodbye
to rewarding sweat
giving me advice
dare I heed
I think I know myself
but doubt lingers
over miles of fear
and clownish debt
but for death
well prepared
in unavoidable detainment
but future days
beckon me
to rhyme and sing
so if I untie
this strangest of knots
sailing on oceans
of soothing waves
I will sink into peace
where revival clings
no more definition
just clarity of moral
joining forces
of gravity and love
bringing me to birth
forever growing
me and my rattle
a restless noise
with a teething froth
pseudo-contentment
with tender anger
blood anxiously flowing
DeaBeePea 5-18-19
Chicken
crossing the road
the chicken stopped
on the white line
what does this designate? she thought
is it the line of demarcation?
no, I am not in Spain
is it the line of control?
no, I am not in Kashmir
is it the line of beauty?
no, I am not in Northamptonshire
is it the line of fire?
no, I see no one with a gun before me
Another chicken voice is heard
"It is the line of duty"
That makes no sense
I am not crossing the street as a duty
I am just going to the other side
I have no reason
"You are wrong,
you are fulfilling the prophecy of a riddle
The Knickerbocker 1847"
Really
but I do not read
nor am I a historian
"Do not underestimate yourself, my friend
you are doing more than that"
I am?
"Yes, there is an egg crossing the street,
and I want to know who wins the race"
DeaBeePea 5-16-19
Where
Where do they go
These loving hearts
They can’t be shut away
I will not let them leave me
So I travel
Out of mind
Into a strange dark place
Always warm
Full of honest wisdom and unrestrained love
Wearing misty coronas
Dancing in the lightest breeze
White poppies in hand
The thoughts are a melody
My ears are widening petals
The fragrance is thinning
And mystery lingers
Are you saving your inspiration
For those in your cessation
How far do I go
To stay in your place
This Shangri-La
Is there dissipation
Soon
Fragmenting into science
A hypothetical formula
The laughter a mocking
They pollinate the dust
In shriveled elegance
my lips… bitter
I loved the light
How far down does it go
Or does it circle;
Starting over…
DeaBeePea 5-16-19
Wealth
I am rich
I dare say
in my simple home
of style and (some) grace
I look in the mirror
surprised I'm alive
gladly accepting
my (barely) tolerable face
I write a lot
yes, I am thankful for words
and occasionally laugh
at my (almost) funny lines
I spend money
like it's going out of style
and look at my account
soaked in red (and white) wines
but most of all
I have friends
so full of love and wonder
an amazing (strangely) lot of stars
as they fret and fumble
but always encourage
it gives me the courage
to contact (don't know their language yet) writers on Mars
DeaBeePea 5-16-19
Permission
yes, there are rules
protection
but where is freedom
under fears umbrella
exercise caution
I am told
but safety must be qualified
in life's strange novella
I dare not offend
but there is evil
that is asking for trouble
in my mindset of moral
so do I swear
or throw mighty stones
never giving in
to humanitarian laurels
this blatant trust
of chronic lies
is the illness of fear
and cynicism's cheer
lazy and bedraggled
is the spirit of man
but in community lies hope
in peace so near
so I shall not stand
in over-niceness
when anger can be transfixed
into hand-held solution
short spurts of phrase
and words of ignorance
the un-news of our words
for mental pollution
so I ask not
for permission, of word or body
letting passion bleed
for rightness sake
it's a tightrope walk
is there a net or not
yes, I believe there is
it's love in its wake
so excuse me
for inappropriate rants
at least so defined
by careful voices
it's looking for that needle
in the haystack of dignity
and limitation
of our meandering choices
DeaBeePea 5-16-19
Places
These colours of change
Grasses in scattered groves
New-earth a breath of spring
A breeze of smouldering cloves
The rainbow of roofs
A tiles sky of friends
Trying to blend in a season
That brings out hope to cleanse
The winds are uncertain
Balmy in chilling refrain
Rabid and gentle
Skittish in thoughts of feign
The tree invites me
The umbrella of leaves a sky
Listening for silent thieves
As I think of little white lies
My honesty in question
This miracle a taunt
Who am I amidst
My imaginations flaunt
My calm and gentle hands
Opening the pages
Of dog-eared philosophy
And humorous and satirical rages
But this doesn’t fit
As I ponder the close-pressing night
Shadows moving
At the speed of jetting flight
Ancient authors
Have spelled a wisdom, inspiring
Losing my mind
In timeless idea, tiring
Is there a poison fragrance?
Touching my skin
As I fall into romanticism
A collage of mind so thin
The out-flung sea of darkness
Is in my dreams
As I fear this prolonged light
And its foggy weakening seams
The colours haven’t changed
Because the rainbow spins its yarn
Shaping a kissing ribbon
Its scattered blanket to darn
This pause is forever young
A re-birth of poetic thirst
Lines of endless stars
Enclosing to a split-second burst
DeaBeePea 5-15-19