Bee Poems

The Good,                                      ...Read More

Our life is made up of milestones,                                 ...Read More

A happy go lucky guy was he,   
until the "thread" of bad health set in.      
As the many years passed by,            ...Read More

This world can be a hard cold place,                                ...Read More

Reality is something you rise above,                                  ...Read More

Below are 6 footles, separate and distinct, with their own titles in bold font.  A continuation of my footle fest!

Small Bee Farm
Hectare
Nectar

Meat Juice Allergy
Au jus
Achoo

Last Ride
Off in
Coffin

Bright Lad
Sunny
Sonny

AWOL Chef
Cook-off
Took off

Matell/Amazon Accessory
Ken doll
Kindle
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Piles of thoughts wanting to be discovered
Loads of noises dying to be heard 

The soul is so full of colour
The face yet pale and duller

Who're you afraid of, mate? 
Is it society, or the fate? 

Why do you hide behind...Read More

They cling, these city dwellers,
to crannied city walls
dusted with the exhaled indifference
of a blindly passing world.
Gasping in the fetid urban exhale
longing for the touch of errant bee.
Escapees of discarded flower pots
surviving on sporadic a/c drips
stretch to catch a glimpse of...Read More

Little Leslie Lee.
Was a busy bee.
She worked all day.
Had no time to play.
She thought, “poor me.”


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Yet again the door is being knocked
For ages it’s been closed
Who is there?
The Sun looks down
Breeze Halts!
Tulips raise their heads
But the Cascade___still singing like an indifferent Bee

Knock___ knock___ Knock! 
How persistent the knocking is!!
But who is there?
Its light from the...Read More

I feel empty inside
Don't know exactly why
I just want to hide
Somehow close my eyes and die

Somehow let go and die
I wonder to myself, why?
I feel like a worthless fly
I just feel the need to cry

Sweet, yet bitter and harsh as...Read More

Oh what a beautiful day                                   ...Read More

Here we sit all cold and wet,                                 ...Read More

Remember when we were young,                                   ...Read More

As I slept a spell fell over me                                ...Read More

honeybee
by Michael R. Burch

love was a little treble thing?
prone to sing
and sometimes to sting

Keywords/Tags: Love, Honey, Bee, Honeybee, Honeypot, Honeycomb, Nectar, Clover, Sweet, Sweets, Humor, Humorous, Light Verse, Treble, Song, Songbird, Sing, Singing, Buzz, Buzzing, Abuzz, Hive, Queen, Drone, Worker,...Read More

a blue, pink and yellow owl is staring at me
sitting next to an orange haired faerie on branch of tree
hovering in the air is a giant striped bumble bee
there are puffy white clouds that you can see
the pops of vibrant...Read More

Tripped on Cupid
Chaim buzzes like a roving bee, "Hey, Honey!!"
Stumbling loving me..."I'll try saying it! Warm & funny":
Together, We delight in any 'Lil Thing,
Like eyeing Brookside Crocuses, purple heralds of Spring!
Can I give you a soothing back rub?
For I'm a...Read More

Gadflies
are not about group hugs.

Communion is more of a catholic honey bee paradigm
of win/win resonant satiation;
A winter seasonal anti-climax of body
but ecstatic dreamy democratic mind feeling
perpetual gratitude attitude,
safe ego
within this significant paradigmatic ecosystem
of compassion communication.

Gadflies are more about spring
and sometimes...Read More

(This dog was an angel in a fur coat)


Angels come in all shapes and sizes
this one was full of prizes.
An Easter gift,
oh! so soft and not stiff.
Boys got her at the pound,        ...Read More

Brain isn’t working, 
sawdust between my ears,
All the connections broken, 
can’t go through the gears,
I really am stupid,
more dense than railroad tracks,
A haze has descended, 
at least covering up the cracks.

Was sharp as a razor, 
just the other day,
Now all...Read More

A bird wakes up in the morn and flies away
To the garden-trees it heads
To check fruits that ripened at night
That its bone-beak may fruit harvest

This earth we live in is a garden. Everyone with a beak
A farmland where each one...Read More

When I was young,                                    ...Read More

Oh how I want a doggy, 
a bundle of love and fur.                            ...Read More

'Bee' put on a bar-be-que for bringing up the past,
and of course he added drinking. Now the die was caste
for stories bringing laughter from dubious glory days,
when our oats were being sown while living single ways.

Naturally it wasn't long before...Read More