Oh to live life busy as a bee
Admiring flowers making honey
Then the fly comes along
Says the bee got it wrong
A pile of poop is the place to be
Busy as a bee
Sticky as a notepad
Ending at roadside.
I love the sound of nature's song.
I wish that i could singalong.
The sun will rise and birds will sing.
And isn't this a gorgeous thing?
That dawn chorus that comes alive.
As birds awake, it's time to thrive.
The buzzing of a honeybee.
As busy as a bee can be.
He's in and out of that busy hive.
Oh, what a time to be alive!
The breeze that blows through tall old trees.
A sound that brings me to my knees.
As months go by, the seasons change.
But nature's song remains the same.
The leaves will fall and trees stand bare.
But nature's song it does not care.
And as we look into the sky.
Migrating birds, oh how they fly.
It's time to find that motherland.
Where nature's song will sound so grand.
As seasons start to move along.
There will always be that nature's song.
This nature song is here to stay.
It will sing for you another day.
“sweet slavery”
busy as a bee
being busy
not for
he or she
but for
you
and me
honey
Calm down you flitting butterflies it's going to be okay
We both still have some things to do to make it through this day
I know, I know tonight will bring a princess in our midst
But try to let me concentrate or something will get missed
I'm working hard to take my mind off whom we will descry
And keeping busy as a bee to make the time pass by
Oh Father Time, would just this once in haste be you to go?
Please double up your metronome, the tempo is too slow
Thoughts rush in; words rush out
Really know what it's all about
Stop that rushing; just stop it.
Don't throw that fit!
Take all the time you need to pray
The the Peace will reflect in what you say.
Manipulations and temptations flee
Don't be as busy as a bee
But breathe deeply, think creatively,
See the beauty somewhere intuitively,
Wait and then act purposefully.
Don't let the "negatives" bully.
Be sweet and never stop smiling
Blessings will start piling.
Life’s Four Seasons
Miracle Man
6/21/2022
Spring time of life was a time to grow,
during teenage years time moved too slow.
Summer time found me nearing twenty-five,
and as busy as a bee swarm in a hive.
Autumn came at fifty and leaves turned gold,
I began harvesting thoughts about growing old.
Winter is now here and days seem extended,
I’m now eighty-three and another season ended.
You tell folks you’re as busy as a bee,
but I’ve been watching you. Here’s what I see:
you, sitting on the porch with book in hand
and dozing off. Is this the “work” you planned?
When I fly by your windows, I peek in.
Neglecting dirty dishes is a sin!
I’m shocked to see that messy, unmade bed!
You’re busy—like me? This is what you’ve said.
When you compare us two, I feel distressed.
Thus, in the name of fairness, I suggest
“I’m busy as a sloth” is apropos
for those like you. Let this be your motto!
June 13, 2022
entered in the Bee Creative Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Matt Caliri
Would you like some tea with me?
Sugar cookies; grand for dipping, do you agree.
I baked for hours , busy as a bee.
Would you like some tea with me?
Miss kitty, so witty and pretty you are, I can see.
You lick from head to toe of your black and white coatee.
Would you like some tea with me?
Mr. Doggie, furry paw's, I see you looking at me.
For you, a doggie biscuit shape as a tree.
Would you like some tea with me?
Sugar cookies are tasty and delicious, do you agree.
They're find on a rainy day, full tummies are we.
10/29/2021
Children's story
Mrs. Robin, busy as a bee
visits my home's skylight annually
She builds a nest there carefully
her private retreat, only I can see
She commandeers my yard militarily
hopping to and fro imperiously
Ever seeking bark or twig assiduously
to feather her penthouse more comfortably
A half-dozen blue eggs she lays surreptitiously
Settling down over them protectively
Sheltered from the elements so cunningly
She awaits their hatching expectantly...
One day, her chirpings' cease, inevitably
Mrs. Robins' dreams realized successfully
She's flown the coop, perforce happily
Her nest, forlorn ~ stares at me emptily
July 10, 2020
Bird Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance LaFrance
PAWS
VICK:
Paws on me
But still I won't flee
When I make you see
How homies are suppose to be
Although as busy as a bee
I will be your he
You'll be the she
And we will set sail, free
To blossom like a river planted tree
ROXIE:
Paws on you
So you do what...
You're supposed to do
You don't have to run
It's all in good fun
You know I got your back
Will keep your butt on track
You know exactly what I speak of
But for you i got nothing but love.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
With: Roxie Hamilton.
Copyright ©2017.
Blood On The Marquee
Savor host
Savior moist
Search within
thoughts of Rin Tin Tin
shallow peaks that stink
fall away from me
the clearance way from me;
within its love set free
shallow road where Chinese man pee
Blood on the marquee
water within the base of the tree
hoping someday my sweet would so kindly marry me
Blood on the marquee
some folks live in the land of make believe
source through shallow peaks
busy as a bee
come with source to marry me
unlock the key
Blood on the marquee
shallow pool with dreams;
base the pool filled with leaves;
chase back the hill one be willing to believe
blood on the marquee
see through the hills will follow me
lest, you never achieve
lobster with soda strange as getting to know you
words that clash
figure of speech
satin sheets
blood on the marquee
foreign lead
apple pie with ice cream
amuse the cat with sleeve
This is about the three, who had a master's degree, very snooty and got great glee treating people crappy.
They stayed busy as a bee with plenty of money, couldn't see the forest for the trees, they remained peewee.
Couldn't figure why life had gone awry, even though they were very sly life kept giving them a black eye, they were petrified.
Life had put 'em on their knees. Then they started to foresee life's not just about the three. So they made a decree and became devotees.
Then kissed the old self goodbye, the wrong they rectified, life became clear skies.
Now if you don't want to be the fall guy, getting high on your own supply while life is keeping you on stand by. Then you.must come to agree. Life is the Queen Bee and there's much more to life than the three.I, My...ME!
Surrender me by way through the barren leaves
beneath the sod my breath doth trod
tempers of fire
Surrender me
stand ovation to its plain creation
tempered with fire blown up in its fullest of desire
bury me deep
the deaf will hear the blind shall see
Surrender me below this earthly plain
a hero may go insane
fan the flame
in this computerized age hysteria
I'm one in want to succeed
gradually below the breeze
a comic mind with a temptress lead
commonly
I felt a funeral in my brain
let me be the first to explain
tiny robotic men were dancing in my dream
as if some evil fiend
connect me to wisdom beyond all ages
salute the flag of honesty
as he sits in his ivory tower
let us pretend to build the sorrow
tomorrow the sun shall rise to meet each day
Surrender me though fondly deep inside of me
Surprise the lonely
all others are as busy as a bee
I'm changing my name to bee. I'm busy as a bee. Cooking meals, paying the bills and then there's the groceries. Floors to sweep, floors to mop and the laundry too. So much to get done, always on the run. I'm busy as a bee.
I'm busy as a bee. Doctors appointments and physical therapy. Wash the car and fill up with gas. Taking out the trash. Watching the clock, no time to stop. Gotta move fast.
I'm busy as a bee. Takes my mind off of me. Life's too short to sit in self pity, so if I'm feeling down I guess I best get up and get busy.
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