Best Bumblebee Poems
I think that I shall never see
A lovely poem written in defense of the bumblebee!
The ponderous and not so glamorous humble bee -
Obviously dreamed up by a senatorial sub committee!
An old stump that in summer becomes its deadly lair,
It flits about chasing little kids, settling in their hair!
It brandishes its fearsome stinger- its well-known bane,
And when stabbed in the fanny causes a heap o' pain!
It bumbles about with gossamer wings so delicately thin,
And upon its loutish face, notice that fiendish grin!
Such silly poems as this are composed only by fools like me,
But 'tis for certain that only God could love a bumblebee!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
With sincere apologies to one of my favorite poets, Joyce Kilmer,
for my parody of his beautiful poem "Trees"!
Lady, with blossom buds in thy hair....
how fortuitous for me the day is sweeter
in the shade of your presence;
what tall stock thy stem, and flowered
your bulb of precious petals,
crimson as the weeping rose....
Longing thy eyes, and bright with hope
so quickly we became friends,
laughed 'til after hours,
deciding the fate of the world,
holding hands in some cozy little cafe....
pulling away....
quick blush smiles,
the patter of rain....
two inflamed hearts....
But she wants to know what he wants....
(he does not know) but has grown
lost in her eyes, and her 'gentile' smile
(he wanted her to be happy)....)
To adore her a little more,
before she would leave and find Prince Charming....
But she said she was an ordinary woman,
with ordinary needs....
a flower among many, waiting
for her little bumblebee;
He must take her pollen just so,
and have none other in his flight....
and rest so buzzing upon her feminine delights,
and crawl gently into her heart
the leap of a King....
what a Queen to find ----
And educate the dark of his mind,
she so easily (wonderfully)
so displayed in the simplicity of a cafe,
That her one flower among numerous found,
what a fate in the midst of romantic bloom....
but I had flown no more (with broken wing)
though buzzing, rested upon her soul
(and poised an answer of a man with ordinary needs)
(I, a little bumblebee....)
Tulips
Gaily glowing
Adorning Mom’s garden
Nurturing two fat bumble bees
Graceful
*****This repost is one of my more unique romantic poems. It tells a story, in a little cafe, somewhere this side of love*****
Lady, with blossom buds in thy hair....
how fortuitous for me the day is sweeter
in the shade of your presence;
what tall stock thy stem, and flowered
your bulb of precious petals,
crimson as the weeping rose....
Longing thy eyes, and bright with hope
so quickly we became friends,
laughed 'til after hours,
deciding the fate of the world,
holding hands in some cozy little cafe....
pulling away....
quick blush smiles,
the patter of rain....
two inflamed hearts....
But she wants to know what he wants....
(he does not know) but has grown
lost in her eyes, and her 'gentile' smile
(he wanted her to be happy)....)
To adore her a little more,
before she would leave and find Prince Charming....
But she said she was an ordinary woman,
with ordinary needs....
a flower among many, waiting
for her little bumblebee;
He must take her pollen just so,
and have none other in his flight....
and rest so buzzing upon her feminine delights,
and crawl gently into her heart
the leap of a King....
what a Queen to find ----
And educate the dark of his mind,
she so easily (wonderfully)
so displayed in the simplicity of a cafe,
That her one flower among numerous found,
what a fate in the midst of romantic bloom....
but I had flown no more (with broken wing)
though buzzing, rested upon her soul
(and poised an answer of a man with ordinary needs)
(I, a little bumblebee....)
cannot fly but does
her bumblebee confidence
trumps the doubters
As the dew drops
from a blade of grass,
dips my head
and heaves my chest.
The recycled air
o’ brethren fallen
ignites my ire,
a primal rage.
How the moments stretch
and shrink at will;
In the present only;
neither future
nor past defined.
Beneath the surface,
you will unearth
a man, made whole.
Buzzing bee, keep the sun in your sights,
packing nectar down snug in your tights.
So adroit at your task
that I just had to ask:
" Is that dinner on all of your flights?"
Sunlight
Wakens the damp
Wings of my faerie friend's
Journey to my bean-pole blossom's
Magic
12/05/16
jumbo bumblebee
how it soars amazes me
on wings so darn wee
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 2 in Carol Brown's "What's The Buzz" Contest - March 2011
Swan-Bird; instruct me and pray ye swift
That I might show (Babs) as villainous
For he forced Father's self-abolishment to his beloved gift
Thrice- as insect- my revenge has proven venomous
So out of the sea- my flight becomes son-ominous
http://enwikipedia.org/wiki/Flight_of_the_Bumblebee
Inspirations:
Aleksandr Pushkin's original poem
Fanfare - a vignette about a "piece" of music
April 14th 2009
Contest Sponsor: Brian Strand
Written in Quintain (English) form: rhyming sequence of ababb, no set measure or foot
All rights reserved - reposted 6-3-09
Busy As A BumbleBee I Go
Busy as a bumble bee I go,
from flower to flower
with sweet things to bring home.
Busy as a bumble bee I go
just buzzing along.
Busy as a bumble bee I go
with sweet love to bring home
buzz buzz buzz.........
Bumblebee
b u m b l e s
bushland
Second Place Contest Winner
Written: July 7, 2021
In Just A Few Words 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
They say the bumblebee can't fly
His wings won't aerodynamically comply
He has to flap them far too fast
His body's too fat. His wings won't last
Against the wind
He just can't win
The scientists should know
But he who made the clumsy bee knows better
'Cause He strung all those molecules together
He made the wind. He made the wings
And all the other mysterious things
Against all odds the bumblebee
Just rises up and goes
But aren't we all like bumblebees?
God knows that we're the least of these
Addictions tie us to the dust
Depression turns our dreams to rust
We struggle toward the goal
We buzz our wings. We flail the air.
It doesn't get us anywhere
'Til Jesus takes control
And like the bumblebee they say I'll fail
Against the storms of life my courage pales
My sausage thighs don't fit my pants
I lumber when I want to dance
I've heard them say, "Her mind's clear, but
She's sometimes inarticulate.
Her future seems quite grim."
But all those bright naysayers miss the mark
'Cause they don't know that Jesus is the spark
It's not clear yet what I will be
But I know Jesus lives in me
He'll call me from the grave and He
Will give me immortality
And like the bumblebee, I'll fly to Him
extensive empire
vast confiscated castles ~
no time for bumbling
a fat bumblebee zooms by
off to find his flower
flying ever so high
he has a mystic power
such a wicked little thing
he is potent for his size
one tiny bumblebee sting
produces such cries
he is magnificent though
for a miniature beast
he'll put on a show
attacking when you expect it least
off to his nectar for now
but soon he'll buzz by
and you'll ask yourself how
can he sting just to die