He
nourished
my soul with
his promises,
and like a rosebud,
I thirsted for the rain
of beautiful vows that fell
from luscious lips I loved to kiss.
His very presence lit up my world,
and for a while, I thrived in his garden.
Suddenly the sunshine sustaining me
became endless days of dreary gray.
I’m wilting here now, knowing that
nothing he’d told me was true.
A bee, he sweetly sees
new blooms as I die,
petals plucked. He
loves me; he
loves me
not.
Would you be willing to have a honey bee house?
My cousin said yes to this.
bees could choose a plethora of flowers in her yard
Acres of flowers
she has only seen one honey bee near them
But many yellow and black bumblebees
Are the bumblebees bullies? Thugs?
The honeybees stay close to their bee house
It is curious
I will transmogrify into a bee and find out
he flies to the sunflower
of course, because it is the largest and the brightest
Pollinating it with all of his heart, I hear his happy sounds
a joyful honey bee
a lawn mower’s roar
above a yellow flower
the hovering bee
He takes control of her menacing lust
Skin and flesh his lips explore
This savage impulse fueling the desire
The moment comes when she loses control
She submits to her man, as she quivers thereon
The sensation overwhelms her as he explores
Her ripe lilac blossom and petals of soft flesh
Every inch of silken skin traced and savoured
He is a honey bee collecting her luscious nectar
She moans uncontrollably but he is a honey bee
And she is his only flower.
Our spirit is the sole queen
Queen of the body’s hive as seen
Without her, all would be anarchy
Oh Queen, mercifully guide me
If she falls over and tumbles
The hive falls too as it rumbles
Both plunge to the dirt of the tree
Oh Queen, mercifully guide me
If she is sound and at pure peace
Honey will flow out without cease
Out of a fountain of honey
Oh Queen, mercifully guide me
Our very being comes from her
She’s the sole queen as all concur
As Barbelo in heaven’s hive
Barbelo, show grace as I strive
The springtime sunrays shined on the wood
From wild flowers drifted the sweet scent
The branch of the rejuvenated trees would
Try to grow high hearing the call the sky sent.
Sensing the scintillating smell the busy bee
Flew enticed from somewhere to the scene
Sucked the flower nectar as swift it could be
Within its hidden ware made honey not seen.
The alluring branch of a tree came in sight
Swaying in slow rhythm with the rising mist
On its caring cradle the bee saw the best site
To build a hive that would later be missed.
As surging storm swept across the sky blue
By the tearing thunder the tree got rapped
The hive full of honey broke as the gale blew
Succulent splinters the sodden soil wrapped.
Rain-rinsed flowers flashed in the morning
Under sunburst sparkling sky in dawn new
Splashed honey sent the bee into mourning
But that was how nectar returned it knew.
______________
October 8, 2022
Contest : Homophone Rhyme
Sponsored by : Hat Bueckert
I see you honey bee
on humming erratic flight
on route to the garden bed
crash-landing on petals bright
burying head first into a flower
tumbling in the pollen white
vibrating noisily with purpose
then launching out with pollen tight
weighed down with your sweet cargo
buzzing loudly in delight
9 August 2022
Oh, Little Bee!
You waggle to flowers with a spree.
Back to your colony hung on the tree.
And bring the golden honey for me.
Having heard your buzzing, we flee.
But taste your sweet honey with glee.
How gentle you are for giving it free!
To pay tribute, our best-loved game is titled as ’Spell Bee’.
Bee Creative Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Matt Caliri
Date: 18-06-2022
Be nice to me. I’m just a little bee
that works so hard to see my hive succeed.
Why does it seem like you’re afraid of me?
I only want to fly around and feed
on pollen and sweet nectar. That’s my chore;
I’m necessary, for I pollinate!
But we're all being destroyed now. What for?
I do the world a service that’s so great!
My fellow bees and I just want to nourish
the plants you eat, but there’s a pesticide
which kills us! Don’t you want your fields to flourish?
Protect us, please! We’re facing genocide!
I only sting to save myself or hive
Don’t fear my kind. You need us to survive!
May 28, 2022
For Matt Caliri's Bee Creative Poetry Contest
Honey Bee Girl with a Happy Hey Hey!
Was dancing the watusi, so merry and gay!
We tried to keep up with her, as she buzzed around.
My husband gave up when he fell on the ground.
Honey Bee Girl with many friendly cute hi’s.
She loves to make honey and will till she dies.
She is such an exaggerator full of sixty thousand lies.
I could not keep up with her tall tales, on eighty-five tries.
Honey bee, honey bee where do you go?
To the tree, to the tree away a stone's throw
Can I come, can I come along with you?
Come with me, come with me to my home new
Will I get, will I get some honey to eat?
Yes you will, you will get honey pure and sweet
No.."If you go, bee will sting.. No"..said mom
So, I won't come along with you, I won't come
Date: 10/10/2021
Nursery Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Eve Roper
[Postscript: Ah, the vagaries of English. In England, your bum is your bottom... not the scruffy bloke who lives in your shed!]
I got up and Daddy said Good morning Sonny
Sit down for breakfast, we’ve got bread and honey
I asked him where honey comes from ’cause it’s yum
He told me it comes from a bumble bee’s bum
So I asked my teacher, she told me it’s true
It is pretty much like what your dad said to you
What bees eat at one end they quickly discover
That sweet tasting honey comes out of the other
Next morning to prove I’m a grown up lad
I got up first to make breakfast for Dad
I made bread and honey the best I was able
And then Dad came down and he sat at the table
He took a big bite and his jaw dropped a little
Then he coughed it all out with a shower of spittle
It’s okay I said if it tastes a bit funny
I thought for a change we’d have Rottweiler honey
[Footnote: In case I’ve just put everyone off their honey, I consider it my civic duty to point out that honey ISN’T bee poop........ It’s bee vomit. Enjoy your breakfast!]
O' yon honey bee;
Yellow so leaf nectarine;
After the flowers;
~
Sucks on honey bee;
bud nectarine lunch;
draining nectars sum;
1/25/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
You, divine honey bee
How much I envy thee
Only for a month, you live.
Yet, you never the fields leave.
Working from dawn till dusk
Till you finish your every task
You visit many a flower.
Within the time of an hour
You never toil for money.
Still, you produce us, honey.
Devoted you are to your mission.
Carrying out our Lord's volition
When the time comes for you to die
No one is there for you to cry.
But God who knows the good you did
In His gardens lets, you amid!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
14 January 2021
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