Bumbles Poems - Poems about Bumbles

A congressman, with speeches so grand, Said, "My policies, best in the land!" He'd promise and boast, And butter his toast, Then tripped on his tie, with a bill in his hand. ©bfa032125 ...

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Demon, tread thee soft near me, I burn, your hellish progeny Born of you 'midst bumbling ire - frozen stiff with spiteful fire Every secret gained in treason begs to hone an edge of reason Ragged smile, sharpened tooth, keen to taste the salt of truth Hope, to strap a broken sandal snuffing two ends of the candle Virtue bleeds...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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WHERE BUMBLES BOUNCE Daisies, Zinnias, Lilacs in kaleidoscope of floral display on pink, purple. blue, yellow glow, nodding faces in gay, alluring, enticing Butterfly, Wasp, Vermin, Hornet and Drone prone to pollinate carrying pollen. ...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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