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!...

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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...

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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...

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The hive is buzzing betwixt the midst of its queen,
Swirling around an admired mind whose undeserved rapport ripples to her oppressive wings.
Like victims to a vacuum, they spin within the machine who depends on the fury of capture.
Swirling into smoke succumbing to systemic institution,
Hoping only...

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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...

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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...

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Gooy sweetness clings
whispy wings flutter and buzz
An Alive Bee hive....

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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...

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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...

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gold buzzy fliers

   working so hard dead of thirst

       to sweeten our days





  Written 20th May 2018 for World Bee Day...

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A meeting of the quorum
We’re takin’ this place by storm
Got to get back to the farm
By hook or by crook

We’re young, free and insane
Clothes all creased and stained
Our attitudes inane
And we don’t read books

Into the hive we go
And that’s where we’ll stay
Got a feeling we’re...

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The lavender haired princess was not used to living in a hive.
But weren’t you one of several children. “Yes,” she said “five.
But the others were worker bees, which is not the same.
They are training me to be queen, that is my parents’ game."

"Wouldn’t that be...

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'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...

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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...

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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...

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