Best Honeying Poems

Living

Paddling through life’s strong currents
Untitled my existence

A name means not much on Tuesday
Maybe more on Sunday
Or less
A tear defines a being?
How many, how strong, how real.

Feeling exasperated by negativity
Chasing feelings of divinity

Yelling yelling yelling
to the world 
but the noise is confined to my head
little head...

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Honeycomb is full
Seeming to be the point
Honeying the bee....

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