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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n a t u r e`s g ~e ~n ~t ~l ~e m -y –s –t –e –r –y.
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
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.
There was a lovely child named Elle Lee
whose very best friend was a bumblebee.
They met one day in a field of clover
Bumble Bee buzzed and flew right over.
He was surprised to see Elle Lee's wings.
She said, "Faeries have wonderful things."
But Elle Lee didn't like her curly red hair
and covered it up so no one would stare.
Bumble Bee said, "Your curls are divine.
the same color as strawberries on a vine."
She took off her scarf and set her curls free
Shouting happily, "WHOOPEE! WHOOPEE!"
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I saw a
yellow
bumblebee
it buzzed along
so happily.
It settled upon
a fiery rose
as if to strike
a picture pose.
It rest awhile
then buzzed away
so I content
went on my way.
(click the pic for a preview of my upcoming book!)
Her calm fettered visage reveals nothing
She is as stoic as any sentry
I imagine she is secretly hypervigilant
However, she is unyielding
A plethora of pernicious bats
Might have trouble dampening this queen.
She probably enjoyed stinging the others to death
I watch her traverse the honey comb highway
In an ethereal, astral state, I watch her movements.
She is larger than I thought which increases my fear
Each heart felt buzz a bit louder as she closes in.
I am the last potential queen to be eliminated.
I licked up a bumble bee
think he thought I was Pee Wee
so he bit my knee
did it all for free
on the count of one two three
F Flight has to calibrate gravity, mass, velocity ...
L Laws of physics "say" Bumblebees cannot fly
Y You forgot to tell the Bumblebees: watch them fly, fly, fly!
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