The lies that touched your lips-
mellifluous offerings of honey
that drew me in like a bee,
How could one’s poison
taste like something I wanted?
Clouds are the honeycombs of skyline,
Carrying the honey-sweet droplets of rainwater.
Each time rain touches our Earth,
The taste buds of soil taste the sweetness of the sky.
Every thunder-strike on the grey clouds
Orders the sky to gift more honey
To quench the thirst of all earthlings.
Every waterbody is a wondrous honeybee
Which serves the droplets of water from the honeycombs of the skyline.
If words in this cookie were by Confucius written,
He must've been a man in love, completely smitten
to know its taste is as sweet as pollen to the bees
and as beautiful as Spring's buds blooming on trees.
My love's whispers are ambrosia from his tongue
Kisses from his lips are worthy of lyrics to be sung
I cannot consume enough of his honeyed nectar
And I, the one he loves, the fortunate collector.
the hummingbirds came
to drink the honeyed fluid
drinking it deeply
now my heart weeps at their death
honey is deadly for birds
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May 29, 2021
Poetry/Tanka/Sweet Honeyed Fluid
Copyright Protected, ID 05-1358-822-29
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for Standard contest, Tanka Contest
sponsor, M.L. Kiser, Judged 06/03/2021
Third Place
My favorite place, is on a knoll above the meadow,
Under a dogwood tree, wrens flying in the dayglow,
Reading, picnicking, or enjoying the midday snooze,
Or seizing upon canvas, the butterscotch and blues.
Gay blooms crowd the summer, to daydreams' delight,
And butterflies roam so slowly, towards moonlight!
Bronzed days are lustrous, in a precint of silence-
The sun rose blush at dawn, and it hasn't set since!
She comes to sing for bread and breath,
In a pathway by his window.
Time too is stopping this morning
With a longing to hear her voice.
She tiptoes, then stops, then tiptoes
Until she reaches the window.
Song in her mouth, guitar on her
Hand with fingers fixed on the cords,
But no song can come out because
Her lyrics get lost in his eyes.
She tries to draw back, but is drawn
Forth by that force the rose best knows.
So she stands and longs for his heart,
And spells his name on her guitar.
Then a new song fills her lips,
His heartbeat guiding the rhythm.
The lyric painting his portrait,
And the cords pulling him nearer.
He leaves the window and walks down,
Smiling, showing his thirty-two
Till he stands by her gentle side.
She keeps singing, inundating
Him with her soft honeyed voice.
He joins her, they sing and sing.
But when he turns to say a word,
She quietly walks away
Because she knows their skies are
Parallel to each other.
The fresh scent of April is in the air;
a garden wedding and their sweet smiles bloom.
The sun drops honey from the sky so fair.
Soon to come is their honeymoon.
Six nights as warm as soft cashmere now loom
for the newlyweds, who are prepared to share
their bliss forevermore. The bride and groom
with fervent honeyed words their love declare.
Nov. 11, 2019
the cups of pink wine
mingling with the morning sun
the bees throng the cups
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~~~ Honeyed Intoxication ~~~
In the first sight, I fell in your love.
Enthralled by your bewitching and bewildering eyes,
In the first glance, I fell in your love!
Your glossy silky flowing hairs leave me fascinated,
Your dazzling beauty makes me rejuvenated.
Darling, to impress you I have the ironic determination.
Honey, your love for me is my honeyed intoxication!!
---------The End ---------------
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No More Than Honeyed Lies`
Our lives be naught but
Honeyed lies comprised
By capricious butterflies
so if it feels a bit surreal
You should not be surprised
That masked amongst
The fog and mist
lie scaley things that
writhe and twist
That hope and dreams
be not what they seem
And tis futile to resist
The dream in which
we think we dwell
exists only in our mind
sparkles of neurons
crackling of axons
an eerie kind of shine
we’re naught but stardust coalesced
Naught but figments of fog
and mist
Yet are cursed or...perhaps blessed
to exist...to live and die
As naught but
...Honeyed lies...
garden hands caress
herbal scents intoxicate
sharp bee sting sobers
Copyright, July 1, 2017
your nurtured lilacs
feeds roots of life completely
fresh honeyed blossoms
~Written By: Laura Loo~
~Date Written: March 12, 2016~
Stones In The Honeyed Ring Of Time
Sitting here dejected, mere pile of bones
pleasure, just memory in darkest past.
Strip out each lie one polishes and hones
facing truth, nothing can forever last!
Stark reality of deeds soaked in slime
pain, a racing bird sent to torture me.
Memories in the honeyed ring of time
everything costs dearly, nothing is free!
Evil are the chains wrapping my crushed Soul
Time, a sword cutting so deeply my heart.
Lost hope of any future winning goal
sad truth is ripping rest of me apart!
Pile of bones, only treasure I have got.
Smelling meat, seeing its hideous rot!
Robert Lindley, 01-10- 2015
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 100
The whisper of my name, kisses my ears as it lands on the breeze
Gently caressing my senses, each one of them to tease
Falling from the sky, like the dew drops in the mist
Face turned up for dew drop kisses, not one is to be missed
The dew drops fall as tears, rolling one by one down my cheeks
I catch them and hold them close to keep me happy through the week
The only other thing I have to keep me happy through the day
Is knowing that I have you, even though you are far away
My heart you know is yours, you promised to keep it safe from harm
There are impostors trying to take my place and your feelings for me disarm
They creep on in with honeyed tones and flatter with dubious lips
Remember though it is my hand that sooths away pain with fingertips
Whisper to me my name and send it with your dreams
I will awaken you with kisses on dawn’s waking daylight beams
It will be my arms surrounding you not some honey coated femme
Until then remember I love you and I will prove it, when we meet again
©~GG~27/12/2012
I am gonna have to get a job and stop reading mushy books
Like honey from a spoon
warmed in a cup of tea
the mist suspends itself
from the ripe red buds of maple and grape.
In fascination the light shatters
prisms on the chandelier of life.
Worlds of I and eye reflect outward.
Tulips sip and daffodils dance
in beaded gowns of dew.
Wind sweeps mana to the beaks of birds.
Rivulets roll down window panes
cleansing the visage of man’s abode.
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