Honeycomb is full
Seeming to be the point
Honeying the bee.
her honeycomb hair was dripping with saccharine.
The most liquid hair in all of Ohio, especially Ackron.
I laughed myself sick when it was sliding down her neck
And her back, down her legs onto the outside deck.
Tell me again why she replaced all her hair?
It was a dare, someone said. A silly innocent dare.
But will it grow back? Are there stubs under there?
Don't know, yes, maybe, who cares, said a gossiping bear.
Seek a wild Sapodilla tree
with a lonely honeycomb
in the middle of nowhere
take it apart
on the grassland below
and burst it open to pieces
like a surprise gift basket
and make off
like nature pirates
with the sweetness of gold
flowing from its bosom
to which the wild
but gentle bumblebees
seem to care less
Not hexagonal and yellow
Like if i broke my arm off
A conglomeration of air bubble caverns
and in between small wooden doors
with the name bee embossed
above every tiny letter box
my ode to the crunchie
That i just finished off
A honeycomb dislodged
By a hurled pebble
One too many angry bees bothered!
Date written and posted: 04/07/2016
My mouth drips with honey, Lord,
Not a drop do I waste.
Your sweet words on my lips,
forever may I taste.
Yet, honey from the honeycomb,
can in no way compare
to Your sweet taste in my mouth,
when I meet with You in prayer.
My future's in Your hands, Jesus,
my faith, rock solid strong.
You are my Lord and Savior.
I'm right where I belong.
She sits there upon a honeycomb
In a world of yellow hues
Nothing evil through those glasses
Nothing but good news
Everything is sunshine and honey
Or so at least she thinks
Shes stuck inside insanities lies
Happy and blank, she blinks.
Honey bee music.
Blossoms into rhapsody.
Treble and buzz cleft!
Drawing from the well of inspiration...
Generation quenches thirst from generation.
Different ages yeilds different stages
Thrust forth from your well of imagination...
Fragrant lilac roses saturating all those who
Stand too close with their perspiration.
Drums resound the suppleness of their tight skins...
Bees swarm returning nectar to their octagon homes
From sweet-smelling warm sun-drenched petals.