Christmas Flight
decorating trees
and singing carols
blessing my past
and wrapping thoughtful gifts
quiet in my solace
wondering why the worry
captured in peace
skipping over rifts
the joyous stride is infectious
as laughter slowly loudens
not hearing the words
but feeling the waves
winds of a sleighs journey
and quiet voices whispers
and currents of children
and cute and cuddly craves
my mouth does sweeten
coated by dancing sugars
savoury delights
and the coat of eggnog's silk
the days are not of hours
but minutes in reckless course
as decision bound before me
disguised from former ilk
I know this is not forever
and yet that question lingers
as my heart begins to hum
in contentment's soothing song
It happens every year
yet remains in a tree-top place
as I hear the caring prayers
for future's gathering throng
DeaBeePea 12-20-19
The Almost Revolution
Gathering at Ciro’s
The aging temple
With free-form dancers
And Iconoclastic visions
Lookout Mountain
and Laurel Canyon Boulevard
Freak Out collages
idyllic world prevision
It was their Shangri-La
a beat-struck canyon
of twisted and humpbacked roads,
and eucalyptus so dense
and Cass lived there
five miles from sunset strip
‘come over for a swim, and things will happen’
Within this fence
Joni and Graham
In their puny little place
a race to the piano
tomorrow’s song to light
an ode to the counterculture
with two cats in the yard
chaotic bliss
In psychedelic flight
Crosby, and his menage-a-trois verse
And onstage political diatribes
JFK conspiracy theories
Amidst McGuinn and Hillman’s glare
A glass of apple wine
at the Canyon Country Store,
Troubador was the clubhouse
all your friends would be there
You knew all the groups that were playing
and had affairs with the waitresses,
going to all Tork’s parties
adorned in naked dress
The crowd of young Bohemians and hipsters
gathering to see the Byrds
to hear that twelve-string Rickenbacker
bold and heavily compressed
"folk rock" was coined
in June of ‘65
and when no one was sleepy
Mr, Tambourine Man sang
And I'll probably feel a whole lot better
In the jingle jangle morning
and all I really want to do
Is be friends in subtle whang
There is a season turn, turn, turn
There’s a time to every purpose
In the angel's place, unanswered
Where love and hate collide
Standing alone
Before Sidewalk scenes
And strange black limousines
Living in the temporary hills, where we ride
Finding those white rabbits
within the Drinking Gourd
And a hookah-smoking caterpillar
Might happen to give you a call
It turned into a riot
As Pandora’s Box was closed
The show must go on
The a-Go-Go was a ball
I see you live on love street
On that surrealistic pillow
I think it's time we stop, children
And listen to that sound
Everybody look what's going down
At Sunset and Crescent Heights
As we look at could have been
As the world goes round and round
DeaBeePea 12-20-19
New Vision
I'm on a spaghetti slide
a momentary drip
an eavestrough of spring
a red wine sip
slushing through my day
soaking it all in
despite the Eastertide
ignoring all my sin
time to get cracking
in my sunnyside- up world
the bacon is sizzling
by thawing mind unfurled
my cup is unwashed
and clothes askew
fridge almost empty
without a brew
bookcases full
searching for the time
to befuddle my mind
with fictional crime
stale popcorn
and Buddha looking out
at the pungent backyard
in serious doubt
the procession of ritual
done so insensible
is rather silly
and rather indefensible
speeches and interviews
that tell me zip
my open ears
victims of my blip
a lazy unconscious
I need a kick
my rear-end surrenders
to this sudden click
a brain malfunction
turning the corner
to a brand new age
of ignorance mourners
I'll go back to the century
of nineteenth stature
and see if I can unbolt
this mental fracture
write a book!
I say in jest
but hey, why not
get it off my chest
DeaBeePea 4-20-19
This Day
The royal soldiers
And leader Iscariot
At the foot of olive mountain
Taking Jesus
Among the wide and crying trees
At this place of Gethsemane
Judas bestowed of thirty pieces
Before the high-priest Annas
Jesus, of many questions
In silent answers breeze
The interrogation of Caiaphas
testimony unfruitful
“I adjure you, are you the Anointed One?”
It was time for a modest reply
Warning of the clouds of Heaven to cheer
Blasphemous condemnation
And death declared
And Peter in denial waits
Now Pontius speaks to the Jews
In a cowardly dismissive leer
“Not now” said the Romans
We question the basis
King Herod in Passover, receives responsibility’s nod
and Pilate sneakily refers to King Herod
in Jerusalem's Passover Feast
Does this evil no one to share?
Pilate and Herod pursue
A torturous act before Barabbas
The bloody whips do scream
"have nothing to do with this righteous man" cries the wife of Pilate
Much flogging in her lying dare
The dance of ideals is strummed
Pilate gowned a deception of innocence
The sentence written to "Jesus of Nazareth, King of the Jews."
The burdensome cross now on his shoulders
Six hours was his painful sleep
From Noon till three
The eerie darkness, stood before all
My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?"
Jesus opened his hand to let the spirit free
"Truly this was God's Son!” they weep
A soldier lanced the stricken body
Joseph of Arimathe, in clean linen he wraps
A shroud for his tomb
the myrrh and aloe, with his soul they blanket
"After the Shabbat, Mary Magdalene cries in shock
He is not here; he has risen!
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So is The Divine Mercy
Yes, "God's loving mercy”
We must trust in this abundance of empathy
Giving this to others
Standing as a forever conduit for this path of love
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Redemption
Taking solemn place amidst salvation
Helpless with our feeble transgressions
The saving significance of the death of Christ
Freedom from our own captivity
Atonement
DeaBeePea 4-19-19
Thought About Writing
I write
to know myself
even if my book
sits on the shelf
it's rather scary
and also hairy
cause I am strange
so knowing me
is an awful spree
a jaunt through madness
and occasionally sadness
but yes, worthwhile
in my own true style
DeaBeePea 4-18-19