feeling soma nectar within dripping
fertilising, nurturing, tending to our soul
holding promise of freedom here and now
that pristine presence caged in form feels whole
we feel and so become one with the magnetism
gripped in meditation in the now continuum
rapture heightens and we willingly burn
vaporising remaining ego residuum
Categories:
fertilising, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme
The Bumble Bee
Value the industrious bumble bee
Working all of the teeming daylight hours.
Fertilising crops for you and for me,
Taking pollen from the sunlit flowers.
Flying on the season's warm, scented breeze
Unlikely pilot of the summer sky.
Your antennae navigating with ease
The paths by which your queen, and we, rely.
How long without the bee would we survive?
Seeker of ambrosia where you alight,
Collecting nectar for your busy hive,
Tunefully humming on your fertile flight,
Working all of the teeming daylight hours,
Taking pollen from the sunlit flowers.
20/09/16
Syllables checked with PoetrySoup
and Howmanysyllables.com
Categories:
fertilising, nature,
Form: Sonnet
In Praise of the Bumble Bee
Taking pollen from the flowers,
Working all the daylight hours,
Praise the humble bumble bee,
Fertilising crops for you and me,
Humming on your productive flight,
Busy, busy, busy where you alight.
Without the bee would we survive?
Collecting nectar for its hive,
To keep its brood, and us, alive;
Working all the daylight hours,
Taking pollen from the flowers.
Barry Stebbings
2/07/2016
Categories:
fertilising, food, nature,
Form: Couplet
The seed of hope
In the winter of affection the seed of hope lies dormant,
Awaiting touch of spring to wake and seek out the sun.
You call and your voice warms the earth, igniting the
Green fuse within.
Gently, but with determination, the hard coat is breached
And tender coleoptile begins its journey to a brighter place.
Precious reserves of trust fuel the spiralling progress towards
The light of love.
Above, the world plays out its tragedies and comedies,
Oblivious to the fragile re-birth beneath, indifferent to the
Precarious hopes that grow with the emerging shoot,
Foolishly, but irresistibly.
The cold chill of doubt halts the new awakening,
Worn paths of memory rehearse your words of parting,
And remind of the futility of fertilising barren ground,
A drought of love.
Still, the faint ember of warmth in your phone farewell
Glows and warms the seed of hope, stirring the
Force that drives the green fuse, foolish fancy,
Aching for summer.
Categories:
fertilising, desire, hope, imagery, longing,
Form: Verse
The honest truth
Sometimes I feel I ain't good enough for the type of man you are,
My many flaws and imperfections are never ideal for the perfectionist you portray.
I shy to show u my love cause of the feeling you're not here to stay,
But only to pass by till you finds the one that’s perfect for u.
I am a woman of word,
Yet fertilising my roots is the lesson to submit to thy man
Has he strength or weakness,
For life or women.
I look in your eyes and see no such love that my heart feels,
No trust that my mind thinks,
He says no words that my ears hear
Nor hears the same words my mouth speaks.
I love u, my heart seeks.
The honest truth
I see no man beyond him,
No past behind him, no better in front.
He makes me happy with no actions, presence fulfils,
Smell and touch, senses made
Or sense is made with every feeling in my body.
He helps me forget all the pain,
He’s compassion reigns in his own kingdom his Highness,
Egotistical and rough,
Blunt words and sharp tongue,
Lose me in all of it and find the one that makes u feel the way u desire
Cause the honest truth
We could be fighting the same battle but I'm too weak win the war.
Categories:
fertilising, boyfriend, confusion, love,
Form: ABC
When I was young I’d take and take,
Leaving destruction in my wake,
Was little more than a common pest,
But then one day after a rest,
I found myself to be much more,
Than what I thought I was before,
No more crawling ‘long the floor,
With bright and pretty wings I soar,
That wormy thing I was had past,
My beauty plain to see at last,
Fertilising every flower,
On which I land, that is my power,
And my purpose on this earth,
And if you would respect my worth,
Just do this one thing that I ask,
And please don’t keep me under glass,
I’m just a pretty flying by,
A ballerina of the sky,
Inside this Jar I feel such sorrow,
For the missing flower tomorrow.
Categories:
fertilising, butterfly, growing up, nature,
Form: Rhyme