(“Honeybee on Apple Blossom”, 2020, original pen and ink)
Homing Bees
Up before dawn
To bring home the bees,
Last evening’s swarm
So full and feisty,
And nestled in
Their new hive
They seem contented
Distracted and without concern
That in the end
They have only
Travelled a few feet
From their old home.
(7/3/25)
Categories:
homing, animal, farm, home, nature,
Form: Narrative
Sorry to leave, but
Glad to be back
Travel gene's something
My DNA lacks
Categories:
homing, home, travel,
Form: Quatrain
As a child
I liked how its life
fitted so well within
my clasped hands,
the feel
of its smooth head,
the silky
one way fall
of feathers down
to a turquoise collar,
its tight form
loaded like
a coiled spring
beneath all that softness,
gathered ready to launch
and lift with wings,
letting it go
and most of all,
its coming back.
Categories:
homing, bird,
Form: Free verse
Which is it, a pigeon or dove?
We hate one; the other, we love.
Your clean car, that blob?
'Twas likely a squab,
opined likewise of you, thereof.
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H/T to Gershon Wolf's Justice for All
Categories:
homing, bird,
Form: Limerick
trimmed all my long hair
the hair i always dreamed about and wasn't there
somethings are never measured by the means of the brain
shoulders at ease while you're becoming insanely sane
everything in discipline like a track less train
round and round till you get to dizzy for direction
have to visit some imaginary ground for site inspection
the calling the invitation the temptation
take what i can before the mushroom ban
lunar migraine clouds for a carpet missing the chance of rain
she's behind the mountain knitting a velvet cloud
she likes her thunder loud
a mountain is either an obstacle or a spectacle
nature's intentions were never detectable
beyond the sanitarium in my cranium
she said if you're leaving seal them horizons behind you
had a love once five lunar minutes of ambience
there's a bird stalking me from infront of me
oh the pain is pure for sure too pure for the cure
close your eyes they're nothing but limitations
for it's an arcane surge
two oceans of emotions
a pack for the back
and a map to get lost and never back
climbing cliffs
in the back of my head I'm playing riffs
and iiiiii will roam like it's home
Tamer Hossam
Categories:
homing, beautiful, deep, dream, earth
Form: ABC
Homing in on Stuben Roo..
Stuben Roo, the man who knew,
That spinned the tales of Abennew,
The place that dawned before the night,
The place that spawned the Abbenite,
Colors, sounds and happenstance,
Led Stuben Roo, this place by chance,
Will he belong forevermore?
Take out the key and lock the door?
Or break the chains that held him there,
By crimson stains, and heart laid bare.
If your trying to figure this out dont bother,
it's a sensless tounge triage, in the flavor of Dr. suess
Categories:
homing, imagination, introspection, muse, places,
Form: I do not know?
Like each drop of your humbleness
engulfing my urbanite woes;
the graffiti emerges in tender grace
to resurrect a windmill.
My spirit, the abode of small birds
carrying the sunset on its back
was returning home for the final-
sleep in the lap of twilight.
When autumn comes and crippled,
brown leaves start falling, I will
set the birds free in the winds
to find their new master.
The nest will weep for the broken song.
In space between the eyes, lies the negation
which will not accept the peace of a
grave. I will follow the wilderness-
of thoughts again.
Satish Verma
Categories:
homing, art, autumn,
Form: ABC
The day not spent in logic, soar esteem
gives bending of the way by fools that preen
for entity, while wholeness in thee mean,
no fullness rectifies its closest ream.
And virtue seeking less, does search its gleen
from yesterday, the taunt's continuing scene
does loosen not but goads to its extreme,
as faith confirms insight to might have been!
'Tis then I know God't trust to gather dream
and pursue to His just convicting scheme.
No castles of invest but wholeness' lien
is in thy homing's must ~ as closer, keen!
Categories:
homing, visionary,
Form: Rhyme