Best Bees Poems
Heart is a neglected garden,
diseased by an epidemic of weeds.
Breathless, pining for your breaths -
breathe passion into me
so bees, birds and butterflies return.
Cultivate soul with tender hands,
propagate seeds sensually.
Fertilise fragility with soft kisses,
form a vision of Eden
so bees, birds and butterflies return.
Upon dawn's delight of delicate germination,
intimately indulge deep into sensitive roots.
In storms shelter in an evergreen embrace.
In drought replenish like sacred drops of mercy
so bees, birds and butterflies return.
In what has become a monochrome existence,
paint a masterpiece of magnolia meadows,
flowing with amber, clementine, crimson and lilac petals.
For this body is yours, do not let it linger in decay
so bees, birds and butterflies return.
Sunday simple musing
Silent One
5 April 2020
Its filtering down.' Over the streets and open ground.' From
Clouds to fog formation, just forget about coal burnt waste inahalation.' Do not bother with I C E car emissions
This is a ( total war condition ) carried out in hidden labs
Our ecosystem is now reserved for the slab.' In morgue
Unknown?? in slithering and stealth.' Its walls are built its
Roof the whole heavens.' Come to think a bit? Forests and
Farms and crops are harmed, the unborn and infants, and
Us. Yet dont be alarmed.? Just tune in to another tv show;
Like 'the view maybe?' Is that the place that informs you?
Or ( my kitchen stinks?) If you are in O Z.? Meanwhile you
Caring governments have got your bods? Inhaling such
Stuff as strontium graphene and barium too and also
Aluminum, its a potent brew; hundreds of particles can coat
One hair.! Human, animal, insect, yet do they care? W H O
Must know.' About this pandemic.? Which throughout the
World is now a systemic.' Along with flouride in the water
We must drink.' Hey why not; night cap in an injection? I
Must ask what do 'you think?' Do you know about this a
In fact is it your job.? To spray these poision particles.! Do
You get a few bob.? Or do you package the poision do you
Print the lables? In our modern Außchwitz whats on the
Table.? I hear the worlds top geo scentist Dr David Keith was popped
This very question.? Now isnt that a relief? Or maybe not.? If its
True.? Because the answer he chose, on ultimate effects
On our whole planet.?? He said I really do not know!
Meanwhile from Attenbrough and Thunberg.?? On all the above' its just a no show.!!
How many words at night just like
bees in a hive buzz in my head!
“No pulse.. failed the brain test.. apneic,
pronounced dead”, somebody said.
Oh, life and death, you look so much
alike and equal that I seem
to do not care who grants me such
a long-awaited dreamless dream.
A short sleep of the dead and then
it will repeat itself: a bee,
another one, a pad, a pen,
a night, a sleeplessness, a me.
One hundred million years on Earth
There's no accounting for our worth
Without our quite amazing powers
there would be no trees or flowers
The Earth would be a barren place
No flowers to, your borders, grace
No cereals to make your bread
and keep your teeming millions fed
We've worked our magic without fuss
but now, it seems, you're killing us
Your all consuming need for more
has brought us to extinction's door
Your pesticides have done their worst
Our decline can't be reversed
Because of them we cannot breed
but you don't take the slightest heed
When we're gone most plants will die
and YOUR extinction will be nigh
Without us to pollinate
mankind will have sealed it's fate
It's too late now, the damage done
The end of 'Apis' has begun
All life on Earth brought to its knees
and all because you killed the bees
a drop of honey
carpet in a rocking chair -
... bumblebee music
plump - a bit furry
no pollination - no plants -
- save the bumble bees
14.06.2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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The Birds and the Bees
A “Closely-Knit” Trio
The macho
He-man
Entered the
Bar to
Inspect the local female population
Red-
Dressed,
Sultry “ladies” sat
And sipped wine
Not giving him one glance
Drawing closer
To a trio of
High-heeled
Enticing “women”
Big Joe tried to
Engage one in conversation
Evasively she lit a cigar and said,
“Sorry, but our threesome suits us just fine”
Acrostic for Carol’s “The Birds and the Bees” Contest
I was young, you were born
Just a little thing, six pounds
Well things changed quickly
Full of life and enormous energy
You grew up and took flight
You are the bees' knees!
T he birds have been around for centuries.
H ow sweetly singing, winging on their way,
E vanescent as a summer breeze. . .
B ringing bliss supreme; then gone one day.
I n your bloom of youth, one bird appears.
R adiant, you’ll soar to splendor’s height,
D runk with joy till passion disappears.
S tung by love undone, you’ll face your plight.
A las, your bird has turned into a bee.
N aïve no longer, you have felt love’s sting.
D evoted love you’ll seek as remedy!
T hough you’ll wish to hear a new bird sing,
H eartache may await. You must recall
E ventually sweet passion’s birds become. . .
B ees! How can you know real love at all?
E yes open, you must seek a faithful one;
E phemeral are the birds and yes, the bees.
S till they will persist for centuries!
FOR PD's Acrostic II Contest
I stopped to smell the roses I got stung by a bee
Weird as it might seem that made me so happy
For the bees they are a dying it seems something is wrong
If those bees keep dying we won’t be here very long
I know I could just blithely continue down this road
Refuse to be responsible, refuse to carry my load
But isn’t that exactly what led us to this place?
Where we are grimly facing the end of the human race
I know I could keep writing about the rising of the seas
The millions confined in poverty and the dying of the trees
Oh the subjects they are endless this truth that we must face
However self glorification causes us to move at slothful pace
I guess it is more pleasant staring at yesterday and fail to see tomorrow
And the price that we will pay…sadness sadness they refuse to listen,
And when told they refuse to listen, they refuse to listen.
So to you I wish to say…I love you and goodbye
The fingers slide, not gentle soft, under
slip-backside of a butterfly. Its wings
of fairy-dust, absent of sound. O hear
the loud alarming buzz — the honey thunder
of black and yellow bees. React shrill strings
of vocal cords as flying insects near.
The passionate red flowers hold vast net
for catching mammoth butterflies of kings.
See to it that the child is taught to fear
not birds nor bees for garden gnomes regret
one’s tears.
7/17/2018
Curtal Sonnet for Brian Strand’s Premiere Contest
How humbly hover honey bees
betwixt and 'tween as flowers preen
in April's opalescent sheen
and petals palpitate in breeze.
Beside an arbor's graceful ease
of roses splayed in promenade
with poppies sprayed across the glade
how humbly hover honey bees.
While lilies lilt beneath the trees
the sunlight dapples daffodils
that pose in pots upon the sills
as petals palpitate in breeze.
How humbly hover honey bees,
purveyors of the pollen yield.
As petals palpitate in breeze
they fend the fragrant flower field.
8/24/19
My Famous Favorite Poet,
One day, I'll write like you own it.
Your gorgeously written sonnet,
Mines are like bees in my bonnet.
Words hum dimly and don't brighten,
Yours float high, and they enlighten.
All my poems acquire honey,
They buzz about sounding funny.
Each of your sonnets shines like gold,
With words that glow, so all behold.
My poems hid inside a beehive,
While yours outside gets a high five.
I hope to write like your sonnet,
Honeyed butter like Bluebonnet.
Yup, just like this. This is how dad told us about the wonders of life. No eye contact at all.
One day my father told his four sons to climb into the car,
He wouldn’t tell us where we were going just that it wasn’t far.
I sat in the front next to dad the other three sat in back,
Boys it’s time we had a talk about a subject that you lack.
I want to talk to the four of you about something that’s called sex,
Collectively we held our breath because of the horror that came next.
I am sure that you have started to notice there’s a difference in girls,
Their bodies are soft, curvy and round and their hair looks good in curls.
I promised that I had taken some notice, there was no need for him to fear,
Because I was now sixteen years old and had been dating for over a year.
Then this talk is for the benefit of the younger ones in the back,
Be helpful and sit quietly and don’t give me anymore of your flack.
This trip in the car with him was the longest that could ever be,
Then he asked, “Can you define ridged for your brothers and me?”
The only thing that I could imagine worse than his talk selection,
Was when he extended his left arm in order to demonstrate an ********.
It hung flaccid out the window but slowly it started to rise,
Until it pointed straight to the left, a stiff arm, hard on prize.
Out the window the visual aid of my dad’s left arm *****,
Made the guy behind us think that we were turning at each corner.
As we returned to home dad said that mom had found some books,
They had information with helpful pictures and we should take a look.
From this whole experience there was something for me to learn,
Sometimes I’ll turn to my wife at night and signal for a turn.
I think that I shall never see
A quiltin' bee or spellin' bee
A-skitterin' to and fro
But 'tis better yet to know
This species won't be stingin' me
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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solitary bees -
freedom sampled, but never
a taste of honey
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