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Sometimes, I just need to go for a bicycle ride, on my Schwinn Cruiser, around the Loop Road, Rainclouds or Sunshine. And sometimes, when Lifes circumstances prevents me, I do it anyway, with Windy thoughts peddling circles in my mind. I am D.M. Beebe . . . Born July 07, 1967 in Seattle, Wa. Sprouted one hour away, due North East, in the fertile Tualco Valley. I didnt really ever go too far away from the Valley, as I didn’t need to. As Life in Tualco Valley, seems to have always intrigued me. As I pay attention to the Valley, I do notice the slight changes every day. Throughout the 4 Seasons, within the Valleys full Spectrum, Rainbow array. When I watch, and when I pay attention, I develop many reasons. To have many thoughts about Life, throughout my Lifes Seasons. So I think about Life, and about Nature, and Plants and Animals, and Humans. And how it unfolds, within my mind, and my thoughts, and my insights. And so I write Story Poems of my Lifes experiences, and of my observations. And so I go forth, to reveal my conclusions, of my slightly insane perceptions. Thank You for reading my Poems . . . D.M. Beebe

Saturday, November 29, 2014

* * * Winter's Snow * * *

* * * One night when it was white * * * I wrote this note * * *

A pillow top mattress in the clouds above ,
A powdery blanket under our feet below ,
Reminds us all of younger times we love ,
The magical world of Winter’s Snow !

The snowflakes fall on the wind and blow ,
Our hearts and minds rekindle the past ,
Dance down to us all as they put on a show ,
Winter's Snow is here again at long last !

* * * D. Matthew Beebe * * *

Monday, November 24, 2014

Thanksgiving -

Family, friends, turkey, stuffing, cashews, cranberries, and pumpkin pie with whip cream,
The big dinner table, rustic wood stove fire warming the household, why does this sound like a dream ?
Thats because if you know how I write, this poem will express how I feel, and intros arent always what they seem,
That said, I hope everyone is with family and friends this holiday, and truly have a Happy Thanksgiving !

Pilgrims aboard the mayflower ships, cross the big blue atlantic, finally landing upon the plymouth rocks,
Disease ridden, rats abundant, supplies and coopers barrels empty, no more filled with salted pork hamhocks,
As our hardscrabble camps grow, the natives bring gifts to us upon harvest day of; maize, berries, gourds, and turkey tomcocks,
For the indigenous peoples we brought no gifts except; trouble, greed, the measles, and the pocks.

Ceremonial with compassion, care and concern, truly it must have been, trusting for the first Thanksgiving sake,
Indigenous and whites, must have had faith and hope in their hearts, and wanted to give then, more than they wanted to take,
The settlement camps grew, as did our numbers, as well as the white mans new law of the land,
Hindsight is 20/20, the natives could never have foreseen, the outcome of the great white leaders plan.

How far it has gone, since that day, in the wrong branching; hating, distrustful, destructive direction,
How far we have came back, the other way, never enough though, will there ever be a true resurrection ?
Land rights, water rights, fishing rights, hunting rights, reservations, casinos, and sovereign nations,
Thats all good, but what good does it do, when the great white leaders plan, is to incorporate and give back meager rations.

I hope that things will evolve in America, with which we did all migrate to, settle, and without asking, we did take,
Now there is current day immigrants, like 5 million from the south, no difference than us at the time, does it morally make, 
I dont know what the answer is, as the America of today can never be big enough, to make everyone sufficiently satisfied,
It seems like it has become not only the land for you and me, but also the land of the citizens with differences that divide.

Happy Thanksgiving

D. Matthew Beebe

Saturday, November 15, 2014

Seasons Call -

The Seasons do Fall,
But eventually, we will all,
Throughout our productive lives,

We all hear the whispering winds call.
Our tree trunk grows, only so wide and tall,
Our Autumns seeds float down, overwintering where they Fall,
Our colored leaves, blowing down with the Seasons, they too Fall,
Windy, stormy, rainy, frozen over, such is life, such is it all.
Warm Spring, and Warm Sunlight,
Spring forth we have to try, we have too try, with all of our might,
Breakfree from our seeds, from our shells protection,
To become citizens, good people, worthy of natural selection.
To grow and shoot up, and climb like vines through our life,
With our careers, with our spouse, with our offspring, with our strife,
As we teach them, our kids, as they are our saplings,
Of our cave wall writings, as they are our life learnings.
Amongst the world, from what we know, we do try to instill,
Of who we are, and believe, from our skill and our will,
That whats in your heart, and whats in your mind,
Is the meaning of life, your life and thoughts to share, with others to find.
So seek out your sunlight, so seek out your world,
As it is there for you to find, as it is there for you to ahold,
So grasp, shoot forth, grow tall, and conquer your canopy and your world,
As you only have one shot, to become a king or queen, and destiny to behold,
To enjoy, to realize, that the bright stars in the night skies above do exist,
For you, they are yours to see find, to achieve in life, to hold in your hand and mind, so do persist.
As time is of the essence, time is Seasons within us all ,
Time has its Season, and the Season all end, and will have a Fall,
So sow your seeds while the sun shines, grow them for you and us all,
As we all want to continue to exist, do you hear the Seasons Call ?
D. Matthew Beebe