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The Old House

Seven generations walked through your door,
Which stood so strong and always welcomed in.
You said goodbye when boys headed to war,
Two soldiers lost to battles they can’t win.

Your kitchen always busy as a bee,
With canning, baking apple crumble cake.
Stone hearth, a place for warmth and drink some tea,
The table decked with riches to partake.

The living room a place to sit and chat,
With pictures hanging for one hundred years.
A chair still there where ancestors once sat,
This room for laughter and at times for tears.

Your nursery where many babies grew,
With bassinet where ev’ry child did lie.
The paint would change at times from pink to blue,
A place where time would always quickly fly.

The floors within have felt each child’s first walk,
Their worn out wood drowned many times with stain.
You watched the aging people gently rock,
You’ve heard and felt the tapping of a cane.

I stand and listen in your sacred halls
And feel that you’re a part of everyone.
Each breath we took embedded in your walls,
Of fathers, mothers, daughters and of sons.

Old house of stone your warmth embraces me,
Your children now all scattered far and wide.
You still stand proud for all the world to see,
The thoughts of you, sweet memories inside.

The house my children grew up in.

Iambic Pentameter  
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
Giorgio’s Contest: Iambic Verse III
Best of 2014  1st place

Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans | Year Posted 2014

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PD Vs Gareth James (The Last Round)

Tanka, didn’t work for me you see.
Sorry for the wait, I’ve been as busy as a bee.
I see PD is getting a lot of praise
I’m confident, PD, it is not just a phase!

I had to wait to view some of your writes
I had little information, but I let you out of my sights
PD, I have recaptured my Soul today
Shoot me down if you want and have your say

I read your Haiku and it would be easy to hurt
But my friend, that time has gone, no more dirt.
I open my arms to embrace you true
Change of direction, writing about the colour blue

Blue is the colour of protection and the spirit
I give it to you, you can walk forever with it.
Poetry Destroyer IS the wrong name
Poetry Supporter is the correct term, but what a shame.

I wish you luck on you future hits
The day will come you will enter the grand old Ritz
So, the offer is there stands there my dear PD
Hit me hard, knock me out, send me to sea.

Is this the white flag, you tell me?
May be it is, lets wait and see.
Send me to the stocks or chain me up
Poetry police, long term i'll never give-up

Copyright © Gareth James | Year Posted 2010

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I Am MoonBee

" I  Am  MoonBee ... "

( Matt. 5: 14 - 16 )

I Am The Full Moon Rising
... and The Faithful Bee That Stings
I Bear The Sweet Drops of Honey
and Wear Lunar-Eclipses' Rings ...

... and once in a blue moon
or in the final moon of blood
I will wax and than wane
... and ride tidal waves to floods
( Acts 2: 17-20, 21 )

I Am The Silvery Moon
That Makes Night Oceans Gleam
... and The Bee Upon The Blossoms
In Seasons of Summer and Spring ...

... and once in a harvest moon
glowing generous and golden
I gather gardens, like bees
storing & spreading nectar-pollen 

Yet As The Full Moon Rises
and As The Bee Soars & Stings
The Brave, Little Bee Prepares To Die
As Moon Despairs Behind Cloud-Screens ...

... and Peeks Out As A Half-Moon
Yet - Still, Busy As A Bee
Still Reflecting Light & Truth
As Pure & Sweet As Fresh Honey ...

I Am The Crescent-Shape Moon
and The Bee's Honeycomb
and The Heart-Chamber of My Hive
Holds Moons 'Neath Heaven's Throne ...

I Am The Halo-Spotted Moon
and The Sound of Humming Bees
In Prayer-Swarms of Sacred Songs
I Declare In Moonlit-Melodies ...

... and once by a midnight moon
in marching scenes of sky
set as signs & times & cycles
& measure-symbols for earthkind's eyes
( Gen. 1: 14-18 )

I Am The Full Moon Rising
Yet Falling Softly Upon Seas
That Care & Colonize Like Bees
& Bear Messages of Great Kings ...
( Matt. 28: 18, 19, 20 )

... and once in a hunter's moon
in shades of yellow and black
there shone glimpses of paths & visions
where moon kept sight & tracks

I've A Luminary Lamp
Like The Moon In Full Glory
I've A Duty To People & Purpose
Like A Queen Bee's Story ...

I Am The Full Moon Rising
... and The Faithful Bee That Stings
Yet, I Share Much Healing Honey
and Bear Many, Bright Moonbeams ...

- for I am the devout MoonBee
pollinating & polishing dreams -

    Written & Copyrighted ©:  5/22/2014
                by:  MoonBee  Canady

Copyright © MoonBee Canady | Year Posted 2014

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As blind as a bat,
as brave as a lion,
and stupid as a goat.

As busy as a bee,
as fat as a pig,
and happy as a king.

As strong as  a lion,
as heavy as a load,
and rude as fool.

As black as coal,
as cold as ice,
and white as snow.

As hot as fire,
as green as  grass,
and sweetly as juice.

All in all,
makes one thing,
common in life.

Copyright © sekitto kisakye | Year Posted 2007

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My Name is Phyllis

Of all the names my mother could have named me
She named me after a radio soap opera show 
One that came on once a week you know
The name of it long forgotten you see

As I went out to search my name
I see it describes me to a "t"
Passive, friendly, easy going nature is me
Loves to be sociable and easy to tame

Likes the pleasant things in life.
The name means a green bough or leaf
Blue is my favorite color and that's no beef
I am generous and hate any strife. 

I do not like friction or tension
That means I avoid some situations
I have a very idealistic imagination
Lack ambition was mentioned.

Confidence seemed to be lacking
But I always take charge you know
Busy as a bee and always on the go
I guess this is telling me I must be slacking.

Another name picked you see
Was, Bubbles , my childhood nickname
Because of my serious nature this was insane
Wonder who picked that special name for me.

It said the name is derived from Greek
Some of it correct, some not in my eyes
Some the truth ,  but some lies
It is the true Phyllis, you must seek.

Copyright © Phyllis Babcock | Year Posted 2011

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Rap From The Heart

you can't make your heart beat something it won't

it's either heaven or hell now I got a good story to tell

rap your rap well from the heart

this will light the inner spark to what I'm waiting for

someday's it maybe a chore

don't listen to critics cause most will bring you down

I mean they mean well if it's in the positive mode

positive reinforcement is good for the heart

rap as you dream of better days

never getting lost in a purple haze

look to the old school masters of the past

with hearts an opened door beating fast

be who you are on the inside

don't try to hide behind four walls that squeal

others may address this as being no big deal

yet there's only one life will soon be passed

only what's done out of love will last

people need to be more opened minded but their blinded

by Satan the god of this world

they twist your words to fit their fancy

gone are the days when Sid met Nancy

let the heavenly light be your guide instead we hide

shattered glass on the basement floor lest I implore

seek truth with all of your heart

then you will light the inner spark to what your waiting for

get in the zone watch a lot of Home Alone

busy as a bee rapping the rhyme as a blown up mystery 

something up your sleeve people bleed

does death hurt you the most or is it fear

I shed a single tear to help numb its inner pain

still no one question anymore

no one has a voice were just the blind leading the blind

soon will fall into a great ditch feverish pitch

I'm only human after all

sin has been evident after the fall

then onto the no it all

rap to your hearts content & have a ball

Copyright © Mario Vitale | Year Posted 2017

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Element Wind

She wonders where to go, clueless in her ceramic cage,
with octaves oceanic (there's an oaf in my ocarina)
But Oh! Her delight when her Breather goes soprano
      a whippoorwill trying her      wings      in the sauna sky
laps of leisure in steamy cirrus clouds

(there's a glider on the Puget Sound)

And she knows the stories that abound 
in the sensation of a sonnet

            (though you may shake a speare at the classic verse)

She's licked the pearl pages of such pretty pamphlets.

You could say she's been around ...

Fighting flights of fancy through Fraser fir,
as busy as a bee, like she's got somewhere to be

(an important meeting with the sea?
a journey through Farrah Fawcett follicles?)

And things aren't always what they seem,
keeping close ties with Elohim,
lubricating our lungs with lovely life      (and the pockets of air between the knife)

More hypocritical than Hebraic Hitler.

With tornadoes in tow
and summer waves that flow

(she has secrets to disclose
for elements in the know)

NOTE: Puget Sound is a sound along the northwestern coast of Washington. Elohim is a Hebraic term for God.

Written on March 18th, 2016
For the Element Wind Contest Hosted by Brian Davey

Placed 2nd

Copyright © Timothy Hicks | Year Posted 2016

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As Busy as a Bee

My heart beats faster with exciting 
Realistic fantastic things to do
Technology at hand I can login 
From wherever I find myself
So I can do my work on the move
Meet with friends and chit-chat
Have a quick bite to eat
Walk the ramps of life
Be at the office
Blessed with so much energy 
 My hectic schedule requires me
To be here and there simultaneously
Too little hours in the day
I’m making waves 
To get all to play the game of being 
Released in to the world 
No blinkers
Meeting poets from across the globe
Posting in over sixty groups
Part of admin in two
I’m simply a busy bee
On the move


Copyright © Shining Bright | Year Posted 2013

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Rap is Where it's At

Rap Is Where It's At

jump in the game no here to complain
being busy as a bee in a land of make believe
we shoot for the top but it ends in the flames
let me be the first to explain
I'm staying in the game this is my time
May shoot to the top in my prime or stand in line
Sugar is sweet like honey but I'm going to be the one who brings home the money
Life is funny in its twists and turn one soul soars while the other one burns
we can each learn from our teachers it's not a walk in the park late night double feature
we got to learn to stick close together no matter what the weather
see each of us has a gift we must use or its forgotten
thank God we got to kill that thug Ben Laden
search your heart you got great rhymes inside
don't fall away or try to run away & hide
go slow at first to take up the pace
some folks may think your from outer space
yet what do they know there just jealous you see
many don't even know there A.B.C's
stop spreading the disease it will knock you to you knees
look toward the ocean while you use your magic lotion
take a shot in the dark & someday you will find
you will never be left behind
it all comes down from within deep inside
look at the junkie in the gutter
the mother who doesn't have enough to pay her bills
she turns to cheap thrills to do what she has to do
have we bitten off far more then we could chew
kick it in the shower its your hour of power
in the end you get to make the final decision
it isn't found in some fake front wishing
Rap is where its at your going to make me have a heart attack
the signs are painted all around
listen as you'll hear it's nasty sound

Copyright © Mario Vitale | Year Posted 2017

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You deserve so much more that I give 
In deed she is
She lights the green light
A woman of letters
Once upon a time
Under the moonlight tales
We hear the sky
Meeting with angels
In the blue clouds

A different mother
The onset of the nucleus
I can tell the history
Though, I wasn't there, but she was yesterday.
The Achilles heel in nefariousness.
She is always right
A serpent in the egg to the rainy days

A different mother
Acumen to the future
The beginner of the end
A Shepherd of sheep
The villain of a hero
The architecture of humanity
She imprisons herself
In a royal house
Faring for her seeds

Almost a laughing stock
In her child's play
She has a Penelope's web
For her kith and Kin
She begot love
The merchant of honorary
The nurserymaid

A different mother
The Christmas Flowers
Growing in summer
The birds fly
Feeding from her colourants display
She walks in the rain
When her umbrella is no more
At night, she wakes a million times
For the new born baby

A different mother
As busy as a bee
She build the Nation
To and fro
At a stake, 
The good Samaritan grows her flowers
Ill at ease, her swan songs grow
In the memory of the future
But in the morning,
They are like thankless arrant

A different mother
Why not now?
Time has denied your harvest
Why become an uphill task?
Even on the rainy days
Through fire and water
A bolt from the blue clouds
She lays the golden eggs

Thy seeds shall not die
They shall spread thy golden bed
When thy night comes
Thou shall eat thy food
When thou shall hunger
 For them in the evening
Even the dark night shall lie on thy feet
Till thy heavenly dinner comes

(By Precious Opurum: Nigeria)
Copyright © odiboy 2016

Copyright © Precious Opurum | Year Posted 2016

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Soul Mates

Broken souls
To parting souls
Hide in a deep blackened hole
Sold your soul to the devil years ago
Can't move with the flow
Throw in the towl
While having a conversation with a wise owl
Fowl breath
Will be the death of me
Minds racing
Busy as a bee
Will your next life be stuck as a tree?
Than you'll finally be free
And see the light
Under the floor
While walking through a frame less door

Copyright © Miya Fontaine | Year Posted 2014

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For Carol

I stood there one day
With my feet in the sand
Water to my waist 
And hands spread around

The fish, all swam close
And swept against me
My fingers they nibbled
I felt so much glee

Nature’s beauty at best
When you feel all at one
When with wild you connect
It’s like touching the sun

Went there each day
To swim with the fish
Love that feeling I get
When my legs they do kiss

Then one day I met Carol,
She was feeding them all
Four years she said now
And took a roll call

She showed me the babies
And thousand there were
All growing and healthy
In this violent world

She shared with me bread
So I could feed them too
And I love her for that
I feel so in tune

She told me of trouble
With this one and that
Not wanting her feeding
Those fish where we’ve at

One friend he told me
A petition being signed
Opposing the feeding
Of our fish friends this time

I can not believe it
Can not understand
This world in such shortage
Few fish in our times

And here is someone
Heart big as can be
Doing something for this world
So good, as I see

One day she did ask me
If fish I could feed
Cause she could not make it
Was busy as a bee

Was happy to do that
Cause I love to feed them
And next morning was there
Bright, early and free

Those people I spoke about
Where so rude to me
They shouted, took photos,
Tried to intimidate me

I wonder at those people
In this world that were in
Where is their goodness
Hearts hard as can be

One day Carol, she told me
Abuse they did cause
They scattered her bread
All over the shore

What’s wrong with these people?
I can only ask
We are feeding some fish
There’s no harm in us

This world that we long for
Of peace and harmony
Of getting along
And having nature be free

How will we ever find it?
When as you can see
There are people out there
Who scream - commit perjury?

Shame on you people
We are doing no harm
Just feeding some fish
Just let us be calm

And we hope that you fishes
All grow up to fill
These oceans of ours
With food for our plead

I want for my children
And those next in line
To know what a fish is
In all ages of time

There is so many out there
Who kill and destroy
Who maim native animals
And shamelessly slaughter

So thank you dear Carol
For what you have done
For love you have given
To fishes all in one

Copyright © Robyn Blauw | Year Posted 2007

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No Time For The Flu

How dare that flu bug touch me!
Doesn't it know I'm as busy as a bee?
I don't have time to be sick,
I must be up quick.
What do you mean, it's not up to me?

12/29/11  For Gwendolyn's "The Sneezing Limerick" contest.

Copyright © Kim Merryman | Year Posted 2011

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The Raptured Mouse

The Raptured Mouse
(A fun little story about the luckiest mouse on the planet).

Once upon a time there was a brilliant mouse who desired nothing more in life than to be raptured up with the Bride of Christ at the end of time. He studied his Bible and he studied his Bible day and night to learn how to pull off this great task. He figured out that if he would simply pack his bags and lay his entire life down to serve the Lord that he would be ready for take off when the Lord came to rescue His Bride. He also felt that if he surrendered every single thing in his life and spent all his spare time evangelizing that he would make the cut!

The little mouse worked and he worked and he went to every little mouse dwelling to make sure that they too had surrendered their lives to the Groom. He told them of the great miracles of the Lord and all the parables too. He carried pictures and charts and all sorts of mouse props to get his important stories across. He even carried anointing oil and anointed all the little mice from town to town. 

This little fella took his job ever so seriously and he wanted to make the cut when the roll was called up yonder! 

Then one day the mouse felt the strangest sensation upon his body. It was almost like gentle electricity that stood his mousey hair on ends. He felt as though his body became lighter and lighter. Next the room began to spin. Then in the flash of an instant the little mouse began to ascend up towards the heavenlies. He was the luckiest mouse on the planet! He worked so hard and he labored til he couldn’t labor any more. He gave his entire heart for the cause! He won the grand prize at the end of the journey too.

So what is the moral of this little mouse tale you might ask? The moral of the story is to be as busy as a bee working for the great harvest OR be as busy as this mouse! The other moral of the story is to be sure to use your time wisely and love the Lord your God with a fully surrendered life.
by gwendolen rix

Copyright © Gwendolen Song | Year Posted 2015

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One Enchanted April II

In tulips live I,
A little tulip man; 
A cup of stars at dawn,
down the sun at dusk; 

In tulips live I, 
A little tulip man; 
Immortal as a drunken butterfly, 
On nectar and dew befuddled; 
In tulips live I, A little tulip man; 
Indelible and senseless 
Un-busy as a bee full Of honey. 
Maniacal and magisterial 
Elemental and eleemosynary 
Lyrical and lascivious 
A little tulip man
am I. 

Published Suite101- 203

Copyright © Thomas Martin | Year Posted 2015

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Poetrys golden day

I don’t want to be busy as a bee
I want to enjoy and take it easy

I won’t work hard to get rich
I fly in dream like a witch

And go to places where no one can go
And see many things that no one can show

My mind is rich in everyway
If I remain poor it’s okay

I play with the words like Pele
To bring poetry’s golden day

Copyright © Asif Andalib | Year Posted 2012

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Brainy minds

Thinking thinking and thinking 
O World is going bald and wrinkling
As if it goes on n on drinking
it is the wisdom of thinking.

Night passed and morning light appears
But brainy mind  keep on thinking thinking and thinking
Like a juice of fruit swalled the every book
As if world is dilemma of crook
meanwhile, ideas of every dimensions were looked.

living a life like a hell
Inorder to provide a shelter for every cell
O brainy mind busy as a bee always
To analyse to the four winds ways

By being the salts of the earth
Brainy  goes to the earth
No one will disturb as there ideas were so worth
And happy  n satisfied only after running to earth
exploring by being down to earth.

Copyright © Ravindra Nayak | Year Posted 2016

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Funny how you begin your day with a smile Thinking the coming hours will grace your style So you hurry to get to where you want to be Carry out the mundane which keep you busy as a bee No sooner you put those feet up to bask in sunny fields Never dreaming that weeds have sprouted amongst seeds Seeds planted in joy for simple pleasure and delight Then you discover joy lays dead, blindsided by weeds out of sight ~*~
Note: In this instance, "weeds" are unexpected words. no ref. to anyone, please.

Copyright © Annalise Brigham...a.k.a. Audrey Haick | Year Posted 2011

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Worried Man

Looking through,--worried man I see
With a mouth  busy  as  a  bee
Commune with astral world it looks,
Mixture of lust and fear ,he cooks
With hopelessness written on his face, Is this me?.

Olusegun Arowolo   Date:9-4-2014

Contest:"Reflections of a Florette" sponsored by Nette Onclaud

Copyright © olusegun Arowolo | Year Posted 2014

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A Candid Answer To the Boss

An Candid Answer To the Boss

By Elton Camp

The boss saw Roscoe daydreaming
So stopped at his desk, screaming

“To do work you have been hired.
Lazy loafers are likely to be fired!”

“What excuse can you possibly give
So you neglect of duty I can forgive?”

Not any lying word did Roscoe try
“I didn’t notice you coming is why.”

“If your approach I did see,
I’d have been busy as a bee.”

The boss showed a scowl, then a grin
“For such honesty, you are my friend.”

Copyright © Elton Camp | Year Posted 2013

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How to raise a son in a challenged life

Keep them busy, busy, busy
busy as a bee!

Let them train a dog
Rent him out to the neighbors-hard labor
Sports-any kind with lots of running/sweating

challenge them to write poetry, paint a picture or a barn.
Muriels, graffiti what ever their flavor-within reason
Encourage them to help other children that are less fortunate

Let me know, what you think!
Will it work?

Copyright © Doris Culverhouse | Year Posted 2009

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I am waiting for you like a man for his mail,
I am thinking of you like love for her lover -
You're as busy as a bee, but you would never fail
To realize that this relation's not over
And our love; thousands of flowers will cover.

Copyright © SOHOM GUPTA | Year Posted 2015

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Saturday's In The City

It's Saturday in the city and I am as busy as can be...
There are places to go and a ton of people to see.

Saturday is the one day when I as busy as a bee...
And if you're bored why not come along and go with me.

We'll stop at the dinner and have a cup of coffee or two...
Then we'll go by the bank and I'll introduce everyone to you.

Then we'll go shopping and buy food for the week...
And meet with all the appointments from last week I
was unable to keep.

Next, we'll come home and work in the yard...
And believe me this work is really hard.

Forget about dinner I am too tired now...
Oh, can you cook? I don't know how!


Copyright © tom kesting | Year Posted 2015

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Highly paid civil servant supposedly  treating
Your problem with disinterested interest?
No, she had disinterested disinterest.
But sat at the desk in comfortable seating.

In her  busiest manner looking around,
She got up slowly, went to washroom to send 
An urgent  sms  to her upstairs boyfriend,
Then watered her desk plants all round.

She casually leafed through her in-tray, 
Mostly empty of incoming mails.
Then meticulously checked her nails , 
And from the machine filled a cup of  latte.

Her computer’s default setting for her  email
Warned her of any sudden emergency 
Related to her hair appointment’s urgency.
At five she signed out after a day’s travail 

Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2011

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That's That!

The Sun is on the horizon approaching this brand new day,
Ripples in the water and they shimmer incredibly bright,
A bird sings in the air and many more are on the same flight!
Rising high the Sun makes its rounds in a very special way.
Puffy white clouds are on the trail until they begin to stray.
Blue skies follow suite running off the darkened night.
Green grassy grounds are visions of a true God given sight.
Branches of trees wave at the Sun as if they want to play.
Rising with the Sun and busy as a bee,
Rise and shine!
It’s amazing just like me!
That’s that and it’s all in line!

That’s that!
And newer days we are all looking at!
© Copyright Ann Rich   2006

Copyright © Ann Rich | Year Posted 2010