IN THE WAKE OF POLITICAL RENDERINGS
In today’s diabolical
Political renderings,
Let’s not be like
Naked sage trees:
Leaves and fruits rotting
In unjust, bigoted political dirt:-
Rather, today let’s spring into life
And be like un-cocooned butterflies,
Soaring free and prepared as ought to be:
Pollinating flowering life with justice and equality:-
And like hived bees, let’s be about the honey flowing
Of long time awaited retribution, liberty, and equanimity:-
Categories:
hived, analogy,
Form: Prose
TIME TO BE LIKE BEES
(A Freestyle Tanka Quintet)
Once feared allergy,
back in 1963,
gave wisdom to me:
Learned from the sting of a bee;
we need hiving unity:-
Researching bee stings,
revealed much about beings
and disunity:
We need hived togetherness;
reaping from the unity:-
Let’s get together,
sowing and reaping oneness
in all our labors:
Let’s be hived life’s weather;
surviving in shared meekness:-
In a life’s hiving,
let’s be about surviving;
stinging together:
Being for one another,
no matter what’s the weather:-
God’s our hive’s keeper,
his love, our living stapler;
faith, being our queen:
Our hived oneness always seen;
onederful onement, live streamed:-
Categories:
hived, allegory, analogy, life, together,
Form: Tanka
there twasn't lights breaking
embarrassment
no, there is illusions of daybreak
i sieve knowing seas, lasting songs
columned bridges dangling low
on lustless ships
deserting grips
guilty spectacles, hived
crustaceous criminals
devouring sadness
bells fasting to rebuild glowing hours casting
italian imperialists
hunting burning forests with wine
liberated toddlers taunting grandfathers
inside of ticking guillotines
burning pouches of mothers milk
Categories:
hived, voyage, wine, wisdom,
Form: Free verse
In this hive
of American life
are lifetime workers
engaged in labors of love
and good trouble.
But there are
also evil drones
seeking to permanently
cocoon justice, liberty
and equality.
Thus, we must be
as butterflies:
metamorphosed
ebony beings destined
to breathe and soar
in liberation’s free air.
And in being so,
let us be as bees:
hived in the onederful
oneness of God’s sweet
peace and supreme love:-
Categories:
hived, analogy, courage, encouraging, extended
Form: Free verse
Hived souls in oneness,
Sweetly working together:
We should live as bees:-
In divine labors of love,
Let us collectively live:-
Categories:
hived, allegory, analogy, encouraging, extended
Form: Tanka
Written: November 11, 2023
"Everywhere we look, complex magic of nature blazes before our eyes". Quote by Vincent Van Gogh
Fragmented form created by Poetess Constance la France
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A breeze kissed trees, laying in a bucolic trance,
Whilst a sunny curtain hived from prying eyes.
Praising comely love, sparrows spurred stance,
In a cynosure spotlight of vivid crimson skies.
Leaves rustled and wiggled in a dulcet tone,
An elixir, as magical as jade rolls, is shown.
The lake sighed as he saw him flush alone,
Swans scantly snuffed the spur to stare.
As they hear the news, the skies are aware,
Happiness spilled in furtive floods of dare.
Fetching flowers fiercely feast with a glance,
Soothing the forlorn grass as it flops in size.
For them, butterflies burst busily into the zone,
To quell their anguish, blot out the blare.
Categories:
hived, analogy, appreciation, magic, nature,
Form: Rhyme
*Image of Ronnie Spector
Ronnie Spector RIP
Spunky
Funky
Bonny
Ronnie
She Took
Her Look
And Then
Extend
Cat-Eyed
Bee-Hived
Ronettes
Song Hits
Spector
Hector
Phil He
Bullied
Bev Hills
Was Phil's
Mansion
Locked-In
Accused
Abused
Due Course
Divorce
Moved On
She's Gone
Later
Dater
Shot Dead
Her Head
Locked Up
Years Got
Later
Paper
Specter
Daughter
Nicole
She Told
Covid
He's Dead
Year Passed
She Rest
*RIP Ronnie*
After a brief battle with cancer, she died at her Danbury, CT., home surrounded by her family, (08/10/43-01/12/22) at 78.
2022 February 09
*1st Place*
A STRAND (1070)
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2022 February 10
Categories:
hived, career, celebrity, girl, moving
Form: Footle
Neel gazing deeply into Misha's eyes
intimate time of love
Misha is resting her head
dreaming in Neel's lap
wrapped and protected
warmth of his love
Neel caressing her head
loving all hived in his heart
over the ages after separation
sharing sweet eye lock
sat Neel and Misha
enticed by each others charm
relive those moments of love
Neel then puts his hands on Misha's
grips it in his strong one's
telling he is there
now together ever forever
Misha blushes as all this happens
sudden loud trumpet is heard
disturbs the peace of mating two
Neel took his hand off Misha's
she sits troubled on
why this happened
Neel other hand gets up on a fit
marching towards the place
leaving lonely Misha behind
a glimpse taken from my autobiographical fiction
SHADES BELOW (reunion of Neel and Misha)
Misha__me
Neel_majestic man of my dreams
Categories:
hived, deep, destiny, devotion, dream,
Form: Free verse
There was a beekeeper named Jives
Who found a rash on his thighs.
The doctor said be at peace,
Nothing to fear in the least.
You simply have too many hives.
Categories:
hived, humor, insect,
Form: Limerick
I had to share some of my meals with my neigbour
helping poor little ones is mum`s delight
Taught to be kind so as to gain God`s favour
Our home is full of them waiting for the night.
The meal is sweeter and soothing when it is shared
plates raised,waiting to be served as mum does her thing,
Smiling faces;this flow of joy cannot be compared,
Sounds of belch,farts filled the air as normal routine.
Festive periods are bee hived of activities as gifts flow,
clothes and other items are donated with decency,
they are happy to accept without feeling so low,
We are all delighted to give out with no deficiency.
*My childhood memories...*..
Categories:
hived, family, life, mum,
Form: Quatrain
Candid beliefs of grief,
where notion belays birth
beneath serfdom.
Once spread, collecting counterfeit
additions, superstitions
like hived honey,
neatly packed to feed
imature illusions;
devoured now.
Nothing to wear or bear,
just fading echoes
fighting to remain coherent,
but the pain of severed ties
beguilingly lies like sirens wind whisper.
Does decay not dally,
vaporising vitality, whittling away
the concrete colours
neat in their display,
so only spider sucked husk
plays memories against the dawn,
awaiting death of a new day,
and all returns
labelled yesterday
making way, creating spaces
for promises to fill
or kill.
Categories:
hived, death, introspection, life, loss,
Form: Free verse