A bumblebee buzzes in the family garden.
Gathering dust as it fans its wings.
But the aftershocks of a rumor pardon
Leaves the beggar bowl with fewer things.
The flowers sway in the gentle breeze.
Their petals are a rainbow of colors bright.
But the bumblebee's hum seems ill at ease.
As it struggles to stay aloft in flight.
The garden was once a place of peace.
Now echoes with a harsher sound.
The buzz of gossiping tongues won't cease.
And it's tearing the garden to the ground.
The bumblebee, with its simple ways,
Is a reminder of what's true that withstood.
But the rumors and lies of current days,
Are a poison that's spreading through the neighborhood.
So let's tend to our gardens with care.
And nurture the beauty that lies within.
For when we sow seeds of love and share,
Our garden will flourish and grin.
Written: June 06, 2023
Categories:
bumbling, allah, bird, change, character,
Form: Rhyme
As a bumbling teenager full of testosterone
Trying to impress a chickie but was accident-prone
Walked into a pole
Minor injury to my soul
Awkward as it was, ended calling her my own
Categories:
bumbling, silly,
Form: Limerick
Brassy Barry’s boastful bumbling Brana Bull
Badgered Billy’s bashful buffoonish Baboon
Into baking a boisterous Blackberry Bisque
Beyond bunking, Barry’s brave babysitter
boldly bellowed brashly.
Bonafide bamboozlement boasted Brana Bull’s bed buddies.
Beyond bothersome boneheads, Billy Baboon’s buzzards bawled
Baboon’s beautiful baked bonne bouch betwixed buddies and beasts
beautifully, bumping boastful Brassy Barry’s beliefs, which bumbled
on beyond the brink of believability boulder.
Categories:
bumbling, 3rd grade, 4th grade,
Form: Alliteration
When Love forgets, for once, to pass me by,
And bats her lashes, smiles, and slows her walk,
Then, I’m a baby chick, that wants to fly...
Oft, Fortune, not forgetful, makes me ply
My patience, when I’d rather jump in... talk...
When Love forgets, for once, to pass me by...
I weigh desire against the value of pi,
This calculus: I run against the flock!
Then, I’m a baby chick, that wants to fly...
I have no manly grace to guide the eye,
I’m graceful as a teenager! I gawk!
When Love forgets, for once, to pass me by!
I cannot tell, at all, when Love is nigh!
Unless She spells it out for me, in chalk!
Then, I’m a baby chick, that wants to fly...
Then, I meet you, Sun smile against the sky,
And all within that Bumbles, fails to balk!
When Love forgets, for once, to pass me by,
Then, I’m a baby chick, that wants to fly.
Date Written: 1/17/2019
Categories:
bumbling, how i feel, humanity,
Form: Villanelle
Autumn winds chasing
Bumbling red leaves on a wild hunt
Across the parking lot
Categories:
bumbling, autumn, wind,
Form: Haiku