Bumble, the baby bee had the best cradle of all
It was carved out of a walnut by his Grandpa Paul
It rocked in the wind, gave a gentle little sway
Bumble slept inside it cozily, snoring away
Categories:
bumbles, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form: Rhyme
A Special Thanks to the Bumbles
We give thanks to the creator
for you, special pollinator,
the miracle of natural homes
for workers, queens, eggs and drones.
Golden like the noonday sun
colors like no other ones.
Hail all power to the queen
keynote speaker of the scene.
Thank you to the laid-back guys
fathers of the honey hives.
Let’s clap for the worker chaps
who gather up the pollen schnapps.
And then the ones who give a sting.
Thanks again for everything
that bumble hum close to the ear
when we just don't want you there.
We cannot say it ever too soon
women cannot wear perfume.
How strange that from your angry brood
would come this tasty, healthy food.
9/21/19
Categories:
bumbles, insect,
Form: Couplet
I’ve come back to that place
where bumbles bounce and blooms bedazzle -
a place that ought to be one of happy recollections,
for it is so pretty here. . . even now,
and the air so fragrant.
Despite its loveliness, the garden of this city park
can never more enchant me,
and the ruby bedazzlers that still reside here
I never can forgive for their betryal.
How innocently they all looked on as my dearest childhood friend –
pleased to lean in to inhale their petals’ sweet scent -
gasped upon receiving that sharp sudden sting.
Her face ballooned out, becoming nearly unrecognizable
as she struggled to breathe, but we both were unaware
of my darling friend’s most severe of allergies. . .
She fainted then, never to bounce back,
unlike those bumbles in the garden
where the blooms had so bedazzled her.
They bumble around even now, forever bouncing back
to remind me of that most dreadful of days.
Categories:
bumbles, friend,
Form: Free verse
As I watch them de-pollenate the flowers
It reminded me of when I make love
For the very first time and
Lost my virginity
As they stick their long tongue inside
The flowers to make honey
Watching as it seeps slowly down
Covering the stems of the flowers
It also reminds me of
Seeing my family
come together for the time
to work and achieve
a common goal
a family
that works together will
manage to succeed
at anything, remember
the sky’s the limit
Categories:
bumbles, feelings, flower,
Form: Free verse
To the wild overgrown garden
of my age crammed mind
I keep returning, thirsting for
the nectar of neglected nights,
when moonlight shone in vain,
searching for scattered words
among the shadows of silence
urging myself to catch a whiff
of her fragrant sensual scent
where distant memories linger
dripping from dew laden boughs.
Clinging to false illusionary hope
I sift through densely mingled weeds
with wrinkled trembling hands…
frenzied feeble efforts, as aridness
suffocates the last breaths of existence.
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[Pub. PS: It’s Poetry: An anthology of contemporary poetry from around the world 2020]
Contest: Where Bumbles Bounce
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Placed 3rd
© 15th September 2019
Categories:
bumbles, age, memory, old,
Form: Free verse
Flitting and buzzing in a
playful, poetic dance
a whirr of delicate wings
crescendos and decrescendos
among a colorful carpet of
sumptuous, silky petals.
Daring drones speed dizzily about
barely resting, constantly competing
in a crazy chase for their sticky prize.
Swooning with drunken lust
they dream of its sappy sweetness
and long for its golden glory.
Insect tongues sip and suckle in tandem
greedily drinking with delight to the full.
Soon they whisk away with their
sticky stash to unseen combs.
And I wonder where they go
and how their delectable delight grows
in that hidden world that only nature knows.
Written on 9/14/2019
Categories:
bumbles, insect, nature,
Form: Free verse
Where bumbles bounce and witches fly
Faeries and jet streams in yesterday’s sky
I glance up and see an eagle so high
And I laugh at the juiciness of yesterday’s sky
They are hop skipping and flitting and fluttering too
The brownies and what-knots playing in diggery-doo.
My brain is on full delight energy mode kilter now
As I watch them spring forth with a kiss and a bow.
They give me that wink, the one I know well.
Mutter through supper, demanding yesterday’s bell.
I had forgotten the excitement of just sitting and watching.
The swish of the dragon’s tail, the water and sloshing.
It’s the dance of the bumbles, the rumbles, and more.
Dr. Seuss enters my head, running toward an old cottage door.
Library book smells come to me in drivels and drips.
It’s so much fun in the garden, with bumbles and bips.
Memories come fast, they land in my brain, screeching.
Remember the horror of reading about sucking and leeching?
Childhood gone, but the feelings are still right in there.
They come suddenly and hard, in this summer’s day air.
Written: 9-13-2019
Contest: Where Bumbles Bounce
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Categories:
bumbles, garden,
Form: Rhyme
vrrroom buzzzzzzzz vrrroom
cars in a circle
touch each other crash
bungled-stuttering engines like
frustrated flying insect?
bungle-stuttering
hits and misses faulty transmissions
Petals and sepals touching
Stramens and Pistils
developer seeds and fruit blossoms
O' hymenopterous succulent
chewing mouth parts
Petals and sepals touching
stamens and pistils
developed seeds and fruit blossoms
Encountering chance obstacle hindrance
In mid-flight voicing working flights
Suckculants flights buzzing
Stigma touches tongue of feathered vertebrate
Buzz-Buzz! Sucks-sucks suckculants
9/12/19
Where Bumbles Bounce Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: craig cornish
Categories:
bumbles, adventure, analogy, anxiety, appreciation,
Form: Free verse
They pollinate our farms
Without them, what would we do?
They give us the opportunity
To eat those veggies and fruits
They pollinate our farms
Help us to satisfy our appetites
With gourmet cuisines grown
By those who know the richest earth
They pollinate our farms
With their jubilant buzzing praise
Creating what we cannot
Blessings of God’s endless grace
They pollinate our farms
Give us a sample of what it takes
To bring about nature’s miracles
With their dancing wings of yellow
They pollinate our farms
Without them, what would we do?
They bring us a wealth of good bounty
To keep us filled with nutrients.
September 11, 2019
Where Bumbles Bounce Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: craig cornish
POET'S NOTES: I reread the instructions for this and it said memories which I have a few of - being stung when going barefoot, etc... but I'd already written this so decided to enter it anyway. Hope it's not too far off topic and if it is - God bless the entrants who have a better idea of bee memories than I do.
Categories:
bumbles, appreciation, blessing, nature,
Form: Free verse
I've seen the flight of black and gold,
their little fuzzy bodies wing
from lace cap blossoms where they fold
- one final fling for pollen kings.
One final harvest for the queen
and babes the season's end will lose
when Autumn's sting of frosty wean
the death of both, no fate to choose.
Yet through the teeth of winter's chill,
within the nest some chubby stirs
reveal the faith in nature's will
and quells the voice of those demurred.
Once more the cycle starts again,
the gift of life's unbroken chain.
Categories:
bumbles, nature,
Form: Sonnet
I meander the winding pebble path
where the bumbles bounce . . .
holding back my sorrow and wrath,
for my beloved lay in eternal peace;
among bird songs that never cease.
A place of tears and grief alive with life,
oh, still I feel the pain- the knife;
where the bumbles bounce . . .
among the stone grave markers jewels bloom,
on many a plot, monument and tomb.
My love is deep- my sadness is deeper,
was not ready for that dark reaper;
oh, so quiet, secluded and serene,
where the bumbles bounce . . .
in this garden of death and green.
I see a butterfly and dragon fly,
and sparrows flutter from trees high;
quick, a squirrel, chipmunk and shy raccoon,
and now a song of love- I croon,
where the bumbles bounce . . .
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September 4, 2019
Poetry/Rhyme/Where The Bumbles Bounce
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1178-300-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Categories:
bumbles, beauty, lost love, nature,
Form: Rhyme