Work Insect Poems

You say you caught a miserable cold, child,
And mother won’t let you play?
“When dawn drifts into enchanted meadows”
Is just the tale for you today!

The silent...

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You fascinate clearly
Once you're out of your hive
Flitting here, landing there
Keeping gardens alive

There's a sweetness, and yet
Nasty sting so beware
Your work all consumes 
As you...

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honeybees in sun
hover through hours like honey
red gold and green blooms

faceted stained fields
fragrant like fumed fantasies
flaunting like fashions

hypnotizing hum
hot high noon activities
plum hourly humdrum...

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When I was a little girl, Granddad and I spent many summer evenings together sipping lemonade and swinging back and forth on his vintage metal...

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In my favorite store the "Book Nook",
on a leaf I saw a ladybug reading a book!
She looked up with the tiniest smile,
said, "Hello, have a...

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Oh the army looked after its own
It really must be said
Except the RSM didn’t really 
Tuck the squaddies up in bed.
Three square meals a day
You...

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Finer than silk the spider’s web spun
I note she never trips or falls
Up and down, I watch her run,
Always in a hurry, she never crawls
It...

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Heat index here of 105,
but I can say that I'm alive.
When starting on the concrete pour,
the sun was barely out the door. 
I finished shortly...

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I, bee recons that you shall never think
Any other tiny flying artists that sting

We sting a bit just to defend and protect
Ourselves and our masterful...

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Flying from diverse flowers to trees
Pollinating from dawn to sunset
Collecting pollen to feed my offspring
Producing  rich and golden honey

Hundreds of bees share the hive
Working...

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Oh, Bee!
     How can it be?
     With your lifestyle so vegetative...
     How can...

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The Borg have nothing on the bees;
they act as a collective mind.
Instead of dominating worlds,
They leave a better place behind.

A bee’s life, rather short and...

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Yellow flower, pretty thing,
Let me taste your nectar’s Spring.
With honeysuckle breath I’ll fly,
Low in grass where clover lie.
I guess by now, you know my scheme,
Busy...

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horizontal landscapes with anthills
ants plant poison pills on mulch trails 

solar breezes inspire physicists
the universe works overtime

earth dances with oceans
becomes desert without mulch

the universe doesn't...

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I am a tiny winged buzzing insect
A friend to folks and flowers alike
Another name for hard work
Toiling untiring from dawn to dusk

I set out merry,...

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