Best Birds And The Bees Poems
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
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
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.
Walks we took, across the bridge and down the ridge we'd climb
He'd catch himself to shorten steps, while I'd be stretching mine
With fields to plow, and milking cows, yet he always made the time
To make my days a memory, that I visit in my mind
Those summer days, may have passed away, yet the love just lingers on
How simple all the world seemed then, unfurled beneath the sun
Together we would brew mischief, while chewing juicy gum
We'd talk about most everything, and walk till light was gone
I'd ask him things I'd pondered of...and he would give it careful thought
He'd scratch his head, and then he said, "I'll give it my best shot!"
He'd explain in words I understood, the answers I had sought
"How many stars are in the sky?" ..."Well, Sugar Pie...A lot!!"
"Where did I come from?" I asked, quite plain. His red-face quickly stunned!
"Hmmmm...of all the questions you have asked,....this is a tricky one!"
"You see my sweet, when two hearts meet, and two plus two is fun....
"You are the sum, that came from love....a prize your family won!"
Oh, if I could choose a day from then .....from summers long ago...
Where the sun was gold, the stream was cold, the bluer skies hung low
And the quiet space...his whiskered face, and the love he could bestow
We'd walk our pace, and beneath that place, where greener grass would grow....
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There once was a bee named Betty
who waxed warm for her friend Freddy
after a smoke
she got a poke
Now Betty is married to Freddy.
Poet: Debbie Guzzi
Contest: Birds & the Bees
PS don't smoke and don't poke and you won't get pregnant!
To talk about ‘The Facts’ makes some parents put on a show,
Hatching up answers to questions their children should know,
Enduring the same fate as their elders from times long ago.
“Babies,” Mommy says, “Come from a big cabbage patch.
Indeed! A stork flies over to spot which cabbage to catch.
Risking it all, she swoops down for the bundle in just one snatch.”
Dad then pipes in, “Not to pick just any, the cabbage must match!”
So it goes, as parents quickly warm to the stories they hatch.
Anticipation of kids’ questions makes parents sweat rivers.
Normally, Junior has never seen Mom so taken with shivers.
Dad tries once more to describe just how the stork delivers.
“There’s a time when a honeybee was tired from his weary flight,
Having flown over too many cabbage fields with no honey in sight.
Exactly that moment the stork also was searching with all of her might.
Beautiful Stork and sweet Honeybee looked at the other and smiled,
Exchanging information, they followed directions each had compiled.
Eventually, the bee got to the hive and the stork found her precious child.
Son, that’s the story about the birds and the bees flying high out in the wild.”
"Do you know 'bout birds and the bees?"
One day my son asked suddenly,
"Just ask your teacher,
she would know better"
"No Dad she is yet to marry!"
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By:kash poet
Bless all the pretty flowers and trees,
reproducing perpetually with ease,
regrets might come far too late
should YOU decide to pollinate,
straight up advice from the birds and bees.
Liz Reilly
Two virgin lovers, now have learned
A lesson they wish they had spurned
Of the birds and the bees
His poor carpet burnt knees
Next time, to the bed they adjourned
Nick Bagnall
Contest entry for : THE BIRDS AND THE BEES
When I was young, in my teenage years,
I developed a lot of doubts and fears!
I was very perplexed,
about love and sex
so I went to my parents, in tears!
I said, "mom and dad, enlighten me please"!
So they told me about, "the birds and the bees"!
Their intentions were good,
they did the best that they could,
but I could tell, they were far from, at ease!
But, today things aren't the same.
Movies and TV are to blame!
Youngsters learn about sex,
sometimes, with tragic effects,
the outcome, too often's, a shame!
Now, Birds are just nesting in trees.
Honey's being made by the Bees!
The "Birds and the Bees" metaphor,
ain't really effective no more,
we're just left, with some old memories!
Anyone from LA to New York
knows babies are not brought by the stork.
It takes nine months gestation
for a new generation.
Didn’t you learn that in school you dork?
Robert Pettit for Royal Trevino's The Birds and the Bees contest
So happy I am for the Birds and the Bees,
who rustle and bumble all for our ease.
Nestled so sweetly in their nectar and honey,
no my dear, it is not for the money.
They garden the flowers and live in the trees,
so happy I am for the buzzing of bees.
As my head lay heavy on this pillow,
my ears perk to the chirping of robins outside my window.
I am gleeful as I listen to their joyous hymn
that I begin to hum along on a whim.
The dawn chorus was most superb that day,
if work didn’t beckon me, I wouldn’t have whisked away.
Beautiful blossoms capture my stare,
iris here, lily there, hydrangea’s everywhere.
When I ask who shepherds them, easily they reply
“the bumble bees nearby, often do supply
pollen with their feet, ‘tis really quite so neat!”
...the birds having nothing on you
each tasty morsel drips
deflowered
pleasingly scoured then devoured
divine
your lips to mine
feelings so fine
I find
kindness caressed in kiss
late night hours dismissed
arousals arriving and thriving
inside it resides
touches pulsing with time
symphonics conduct
and seduct in interlude
but never concludes
stillness in tune
morning whispers
a rising sun smiles
and listens
as the bluebirds whistle
Do not lowly hum or keep mum,
When asked “where do babies come from?”
Tell them, Birds are like men,
Bees are like women,
explain to them well so they don’t ask again” how cum?”
name:sashi prabhu
contest: birds and the bees.
They both dreaded that day,
Having to
Explain to their only child about the
Birds and the bees
In stepped mom with the flowers
Ready to explain all about pollen and fertilization
Dad looked bewildered, rubbing the side of his head
Stating, “Did I forget your birthday”? While eyeing the flowers
Anxiously he said,
"No! Don’t tell me your are pregnant again, I
Doubt I can go
Through this again,"
Having to sit there and
Entertain herself the daughter decided to ease their pain…
Both looked traumatized when she
Eventually said, “I know all about being in love, all about sex, it’s part of our curriculum
Even the difference in male and female anatomy gets explained”
So mom if you are pregnant, I can tell the baby all about the birds and the bees one day!!"
Contest: The Birds and the Bees
Placed: 8th