The bumble bee
Is a humble bee,
And rarely does she sting
Somberly she flies
Until somebody tries,
To break her little wing
She will turn on you
If you unwisely do,
Such an unnecessary thing
Leave her upon her rose
Rather than step on her toes,
She wants to enjoy the spring
In need of a humbling quiet
More than a bumbling riot,
A hand too close can bring.
bumble bee flirts with
new gutter, drain spout resounds....
clematis blossoms
Sweet in my tea
We don’t have much left, you see.
Our depletion
Makes way for deletion.
Sweet thing, we’ve cut all your flowers
To build our towers.
So now all I think
When I pucker my lips to drink,
Is
Humble me
Bumblebee.
the bumblebee was frantically trying to get out of my studio
He was a baby bee, beautifully fuzzy, black and yellow
I looked for a cup, because why not save him?
He is one of God’s creatures too, is he not?
I put the cup over him, glad he did not fly up.
because I am short.
I slid a thin piece of cardboard under him and held it tightly
then I took the cup and the cardboard outside and released the bee
Good grief! He almost flew back inside!
Why would he do that?
What would make him want to do that?
For a second I thought he had flown back inside.
As I returned to my studio I listened for the frantic buzzing.
Luckily, he seemed to be gone.
Had he found his mommy and daddy?
Had he returned to a cone flower? It was interesting to ponder.
I felt smug that I had saved a life.
yellow visitor
roly poly fuzzy bee
and i am barefoot
Bumble Bee Hiku 37
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He shall be a bee
Hovering round all of me.
A field of flowers
Petals flying all around,
As he collects my nectar.
Busy…Buzzing…Bumble Bee
Busy Buzzing Bottling Honey
Jumbo Bundled Bumble Bee
With Bold-Brown Buttoned Bottoms
And Billowy Belted Blemished Top
All well-suited for yet another
Busy-Busy Beautifully-Buzzing
Kind of Day
Bottling Golden Malted Honey
For the Bubble-Blowing Honey-Bee…•
A Bumble bee was bumbling
Buzzing around the bramble bush
Beautiful buttercups were blooming
Their nectar waiting to sip
Bumble bee bumped into a flower
He took a sip and lost his power
Felt silly good so thought he would shower
Into the flower took a dip
Bee Happy
With Blondebee Humble was always searching,
Forever looking for the answers;
But with Bee Bee it was easy learning,
He already knew she was his enchantress.
At last Humble knew what it was to bee loved.
Bee Bee, he knew, was truly good.
Life seemed so easy now with her heart.
He couldn’t beelieve the struggle had been so hard.
Every day they grew with each other.
First came the kiss and now they were lovers.
Forever bound to love eternal.
Epics would bee written in endless journals.
Humble wrote poetry; Bee Bee wrote stories.
Each of them spoke of despair and glories.
They loved to tell tales and in each other found home.
They were two parts of one heart; no longer alone.
Their journey together had just beegun,
But already had passed many moon’s and sun’s,
And at the end of each day they lay together.
They fell asleep holding hands, like his father and mother.
Humble thought back to when he had first thought about love.
Never beelieving it could bee so good,
But at last he had found what his parents had.
In Bee Bee he had found a love that he knew would last.
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Beeyond the joke!
Humble met up with his friends after work.
He had a big smile because he was thinking about her;
The bee he had kissed, remembering the bliss.
She said her name was Ever Queen.
As Humble was telling them what happened, Bee-Real said,
You know she’s got a boyfriend don’t ya? His name is Zed.
Humble’s heart sank and he said, Right! That’s it!
I’m no longer going out with anyone from this hive! I quit!
Oh come on Humble, said Blondebee.
I’m sure you’ll meet someone eventually.
Yeah right, I don’t think so, I’ll never bee loved.
You want Tiny Dancer (Blondebee started to blush).
Blondebee and Tiny Dancer hadn’t yet admitted how they felt.
Tiny had broken up with Buzzie, so all was well.
They could be together now if they wanted,
But they would have preferred if Humble hadn’t announced it.
And every girl I like never likes me.
I guess I have to bee a lonely little bee.
Why do I always fancy the wrong ones?
I’ve had enough of this place. I want to be gone…
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Beeswax bumble betty sits in luxury in her steed’s antler nest.
Knowing that her situation is remarkable, maybe the best.
Others parade around but they never come this far west.
She is in her element, loving her hideout, in the antler’s nest.
extensive empire
vast confiscated castles ~
no time for bumbling
Bee
yellow
bumble bee
pretty flowers
sweet nectar flowers
buzzing, drinking, sipping
honeycombs busy making
hopping from one color to the
next takes a lot of flowers and a
lot of bees to make the sweet sweet honey.
The sun was just a normal day.
Rainy grey just seemed the way.
And never was there any thought.
That it was wrong butterflies caught.
There just was not a life concern.
It would be years till we would learn.
To try to understand the reason.
Why things would change with every season.
The world would see us through the years.
Through all the sad and joyful tears.
That grew our hearts and changed our minds.
As we watched our youth start to unwind.
The innocence that made us bold.
Faded away when bought and sold.
But with the help from God above.
We'd find our faith with hope and love.
As years would pass and age moved in.
We'd play the game and hopefully win.
As apple tree's and bumblebee's.
Seem's a child today just never see's.
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