Best Hive Poems
Run, jump, scream, duck, dodge and leap
Try to stay on your running feet
Honey in the hive
The bees are alive
Run, jump, scream, don't fall and leap!
Spring's warming of the breeze
And the greening of the trees,
There's a settling in the hive
To the soft whispering of bees.
A burrowed beetle 'comes alive
To sate stomach's hunger drive,
While a newly structured nest
Assures us that the birds survive.
Yet there's no more time to rest.
Worker bees will start their quest,
While life settles in the hive,
Bees will bring back nectar's best.
The Queen
obvious to all who dare notice,
knows no peer.
Drones rush in to orbit in frenetic
sublimation; workers dutifully push
the floor buttons of departure
destinations,
releasing squadrons of gatherers
eager to conquer cubicles of source
data.
The Queen with mysterious grace,
wisely chooses reproduction mates
with visionary lineal accomplishment;
handheld devices whir complex
commands.
......not a word uttered
in the elevator.
04/06/16
All hail,
The brave soldier
Who stands firm
Like the fickle shell of a snail
Before the oncoming foot of titans
All hail,
The brave soldier,
A ferocious bee
Who strikes his stinger into the enemy
Comforted by fleeting thoughts of heroism
-a safeguarded hive
Thoughts that flit away in the wind
Like windswept Pollen ambushed by desert
-as the bee falls for the cause
All Hail,
The brave invader
Who fells foe for his country
All hail murderer,
Comforted by a noble cause
Sent out on wings of glory to cut down fanged tigers
Purging threats, safeguarding life
-the hive
All Hail,
Misguided killer
For all tigers are fanged
All people threats
-All people life
All Hail,
The weary soldier
-sacrificial lamb
Joined out of a desperate cause
A squalling infant, a taunting belly
And the weary soldier
Gives his sacrifice to the gods of the Hive
And prays for rain.
In the hive, she is so well attended -
thousands of workers, all pleased to toil,
hundreds of soldiers keep her defended,
all for her, and her palace of soil.
But when it comes time, my queen, I'm afraid,
it will be just me bound purely to you.
No castle with servants, no knights to bade -
and I'm hardly a king; I must speak true.
I do not drink ambrosial nectar,
yet, somehow, with God's grace, I shall become:
worker, warrior, provider, protector,
merely a man, yet an army of one.
I must do it all, such pleasure to strive,
for love of my queen and fate of our hive!
24 March 2023
A SIMPLE POETRY CONTEST Poetry Contest sponsored by John lawless
'Like the silence that screams, cursing solitude...
whispers of faith sing patiently with prayers.'
(Quoted by Regina Mc Intosh)
Hung suspended from hive rafters hexagonal
Leader Lady Ruler Bee gorges imprudent
Heavy duty seeps striped desirous abdominal
Workers hover, rush beneath Queen exuberant
Team enthusiasm pumps a syrup scaffold
Propolis produces massed mission belligerent
Numb buzzing bumblers fumble fated cuckold
Hunger for cohesion, gold body encompass
Busy anonymous paupers, sources unresolved
Eager in sweetness, clan clustered accomplice
Reverently fulfills each gluttonous request
Swift need swords stung in caustic redundance
Plump with pupae, flightless wings flouresced
Polar iceberg cream honey hearts can't ingest
13th January 2021
Written for Contest: Terza Rima Quote
Sponsor: Regina Mc Intosh
In another plane of perception
There is a doppelganger of me
Who is disconnected from the hive
And a lifetime of reacting
Where I still my mind
As I focus my intention
And my understanding of boundaries
Is honed almost to perfection
Casting aside our creativity
Over what we cannot change
Placing a value on everything
Judgments and prisons the same
I view this current society
As assimilated as the Borg
Judging itself as only servants
Attaining exactly what we ask for
But there's no judgment in that
What we ask for, we receive
And my infrared laser is attached
Pointing at all that I believe
And if I convert you
Your brain will be quickly wired
As sure as resistance is futile
Soon you will understand my world
Yet I feel a disturbance
Somewhere deep inside of me
Aided by some unseen courage
I look around in horror to see
Then I hear a familiar voice
Telling me not to react
As my blood is turning to ice
In the hive of cold, hard facts
But in a state of repulsion
I rip out all the cords
And begin running for my life
From the blind faith of the Borg
And as I run I hear my voice
That comes from behind the mask
Saying the road to doubt is narrow
And even fewer there are that find this path
Watch your step, so you don't end up here
Where people like you simply disappear
To be devoured like prey, they're on the hunt
Looking for their next victim for them to stunt
Beware of the snake pit, the ones who take
The ones who would drown you in a lake
Of their own selfish needs and desires
With a tongue forked in two, the best of liars
Don't shake the bee hive, you'll anger the queen
All of her minions buzz around free
Selecting their next target to sting
It could be you next, their reasoning is obscene
Careful of the lions' den, looking for a meal
They look mighty noble, but all they do is steal
With brute force they pounce on their target
The language of violence is the only one they get
So sharpen your knives, and ready your mind
You don't want to find yourself in their bind
They fill up this world, on every corner you see
Is a place where one of these three could be
I'm like Winnie the Pooh
Can't keep My hands out the hunny
Nah, I aine making jokes
Cause it sure aine funny
But, it gives A brother reason to smile
By keeping his days, All sunny
Especially, when they So hot
Until, it makes the nose runny
Got Me feeling like I'm rich
With a pocketful of money
What, you're asking if
I see Women, as a Playboy Bunny
No, it's just that they're like the bees
When making Love, Sweet as honey
Gooy sweetness clings
whispy wings flutter and buzz
An Alive Bee hive.
Spirit of the hive
Translucent golden elixir
Held up to flaming sun of day
Nectar of the gods within
The spirit of the hive comes to be
Old wooden cases
Through filtered morning light
Peeling paint floats away
slowly in the wind
Lined up stacked in rows
in peeling painted white
Against the green of rolling hills
Backdrops of old red barns
Grey tin metal metal cans sit idle
collect the morning dew
As steam rises in puffs of clouds
Against the moving hive
The living collective of living hive
In the interdependence of living life
That makes the world we know
Delicate bees leave their nest
To make their journeys quest
In amongst the wildflower
A mosaic of pastel colors
Moving in slow motion
within Its quiet silence
The honey bee does
Its dance of life
Between the light and
Shadows of its stillness
Landing on flower stamens
To collect its pollen
Which cling as they descend
To make their journey home
Scantily clad resources
Free sources as electrons buzz
Manipulating matter, minds are gathered
Slave market shuffle
Clocks burning, thoughts melting
Hierarchy strapped monarchy pelting
An old story with a new foe
Cartels of smoke raising ladders
Shingles gather as houses splatter
Desires still lingering in the mist
Clamping shut the edgy verbal vocation
Car door sluts banging in a rut
Withered fingers splnter
Cancerous tongues among phantom lung
Air bubbles rise their own accord
Fee Bee is the Queen of the Hive
With drones to make her feel alive
She eats royal jelly
To fill up her belly
So the Hive will survive and thrive
Lemon blossoms blooming
Orchards heady fragrance
Gives rise to thoughts of fruit
Globes of yellow citrus
The crop will be profuse.
Lemon blossoms blooming
The scout has done her job
Under warm summer sun
Dripping orchard nectar
Honey bees job begun.
Lemon blossoms blooming
Fragrant flowers entice
Those hungry honey bees'
Their hive a seething space
So little room to breathe.
Lemon blossoms blooming
The queen is ruling hive
Honeycombs of delight
Too many occupants
swarming bees: hasty flight.
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24/05/2022
gold buzzy fliers
working so hard dead of thirst
to sweeten our days
Written 20th May 2018 for World Bee Day