Long Activity Poems
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Characters:
Narrator,
Queen Bee &
Worker Bee.
Setting:
Inside a bustling beehive, buzzing with activity. The Queen Bee inspects the honeycomb.
Narrator:
Deep in the hive, a kingdom thrives,
Golden walls and buzzing lives.
The Queen Bee reigns, with a watchful eye,
Her workers toil, beneath the sky.
(Queen Bee flutters her wings, surveying the hive)
Queen Bee:
Busy bees, your wings a-thrum,
Pollen bright, a joyful hum.
Honeycomb walls, our golden pride,
In this sweet hive, we all reside.
(A young worker bee bursts into the hive, frantic)
Worker Bee:
Oh, Queen! A terror grips my heart,
A friend is lost, torn, ripped apart!
A shimmery net, a sticky snare,
A monstrous spider, waiting there!
(Queen Bee turns sharply, her voice hardening)
Queen Bee:
The web of death, a chilling sight,
A cruel design, that claims its right.
One life may fall, a fleeting breath,
But life itself defies such death.
(Queen Bee looks out at the web with a resolute expression)
Narrator:
Though sorrow stings, the Queen holds strong,
Nature's cruel dance, where death belongs.
From fallen forms, new life will bloom,
A cycle spun, within the tomb.
(Queen Bee addresses the worker bee directly)
Queen Bee:
Go, little bee, spread the word wide,
Let work and life, forever confide.
Though loss may strike, with the chilling blow,
The hive endures, and the cycle must flow.
(The worker bee nods solemnly and flies back to the hive)
Narrator:
The Queen alone, with regal gaze,
Watches the web, a beauty's daze.
Death intertwined with life's embrace,
A circle spun, in nature's space.
(End Scene)
To bring our family closer together we went
For a walk in the myriad shades of green
Forest on a long light brown rough hew log
Pathway that goes through the woods
With a rope going along the top to hang
On to. We completely got away from
Society.
White flowers were growing through the
Logs on the left and right sides making
This a beautiful scene with an aromatic
Bouquet. The sun shining through the
Trees up ahead of us was giving off an
Autumn reddish brown glow to the leaves.
We had to face an actuality
Since we lost a child we needed a different
Type of family activity.
When Melody was alive we would all go to
The beach cottage to enjoy the sand, water,
Sun, and sea breeze.
Now to bring our family closer together we
Went for a walk in the myriad shades of
Green forest on a long light brown rough
Hew log pathway that goes through the
Woods with a rope going along the top to
Hang on to. We completely got away from
Society.
We wanted this family vacation to give us
A new family memory without any
Reminders of Melody taking away our
Gaiety
Or making anyone feel ill at ease.
We had to face An actuality.
Nature gives off a form of energy.
As does our grandchildren when their
Playing with our Maltese.
To bring our family closer together we went
For a walk in the myriad shades of green
Forest on a long light brown rough hew log
Pathway that goes through the woods with
A rope going along the top to hang on to.
We completely got away from society.
This was brought to life as we used the
Rough water fountain and the bathroom
Facility.
We were in a time freeze.
We had to face an actuality.
I am happy to report this vacation was a
Victory
For us as a family. Everyone was pleased.
To bring our family closer together we went
For a walk in the myriad shades of green
Forest on a long light brown rough hew log
Pathway that goes through the woods
With a rope going along the top to hang on
To. We completely got away from society.
We had to face an actuality.
No words, oily body sweats, city summer.
Desperate to get out and never return although
stalled on Triborough Bridge I admired the skyline.
My city, my death, I did it my way.
Counting your blessings a healthy activity,
the park out my back window, a job that pays.
But I am losing strength to fight
for the world in my imagination. Acceptance of reality
makes me a fossil of society.
Basho in old age found strength to walk
deep into the mountains. He visited famous sites
up north. Po Chu-i traveled mountains in his dreams.
You can leave at any time. You can return
without being seen. A way to learn
your insignificance, freedom to have never been.
There is a wonderful sensation parents feel…
it is quite beyond compare.
at first it may seem solitary…
but…
it’s shared by parents everywhere.
It matters not what nationality,
what religion,
what color…
this is a universal feeling…
one all parents find as captivating…
as enchanting…
as appealing.
Their children have all gone to bed…
they’ve long since quit counting sheep
when parents peek inside their bedrooms…
to stop and watch them sleep.
And in those quiet moments
as light seeps in from the hall
all parents wonder how they can feel so much love…
for someone so innocent and small.
They smile at the stillness…
it’s a time when all activity has ceased…
their children are safe, secure and happy…
their life is calm…
their world at peace.
It’s a moment parents all across the world
hold in high esteem…
A moment shared by everyone
as they watch their children dream
For in that moment
before they turn and bid the day adieu
parents realize how lucky they are…
that their dreams are coming true.
Quietly and lovingly they close the door…
knowing this memory is one they’ll keep
until tomorrow night when they return…
to watch their children sleep.
I wonder would we still have wars….
would hatred for each other run as deep
If instead of fighting
we just compared notes
on how our children sleep?
Falling leaves
Paragraphs wind blown;
Telling a story
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Two carrot cakes
Different recipes;
Delightful outcomes
~~~~~~~~~
House work calls
Busy with home work;
Fastidious hands
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Watch what happens
Random rain wets;
Harsh heatwave irrigates
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Yes once again
That time of year;
Haze adds colour
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Geopolitics confers
Conflict confronts calm;
Uneasy peace
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This great stretch
Sea and boundaries;
So many claims
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Difficult choices
No middle path;
Fumble taking sides
~~~~~~~~~
So much here
Activity consigns;
Cash like ammo
~~~~~~~~~
Profound question:
Why ask why?
So many times
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Cheery children
Play prunes prank;
Laughter frolics
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
09 April 2016
Singapore
We can go for dinner and have a discussion,
a bit of mass debating when we're done masticating.
If you come and eject fluid situations,
give it hard with the exact impact you lay shown,
stand perfectly straight and strong when projecting,
you'll feel you can handle the hard times alone,
and spray the floor in awe and arouse.
Fire at will, keep comments coming,
come with them from different angles,
keep it coming together, back and forth,
give each other a hand to fluctuate a juicy content with flow,
always announce, "I'm gona command"
to one another before you fire away.
Start slow,
upping the beat and beating out the debate at a faster rate.
Go through the motions to get to fun fast pacing blast debating.
You will feel a great relief at the end of this intense group activity,
with powerful ejections, one or two oral pleasurers no doubt,
but mostly it's hands on,
so make sure your pen is in your hand,
your pen is out, and the pen is in the hands at all times.
If your pen is leaking in vain thus messy, we'll stop,
tissues are on tables, bins are behind you, clean up, put it in,
and when a new pen is handled in both hands,
showing you're ready, we'll whack on.
Keep your eye on the ball, good luck in this test to all,
give those judging the winner, a tough test to call,
because the headmasters mass debaters
go fast as a team mass debating.
Commit to the debate and show class of a master,
have a massive class debate.
Remember the pen is in your hand from start to finish,
don't lose grip, be on the ball,
enjoy your mass debating.
Work hard and mass debate as you play,
have fun.
Good luck.
Mass debate away.
The dead roach with its upended crinkly legs
has been lying in the windowsill for at least four weeks.
I would get rid of it, except...
nothing has amused me for years half as much
as people's horrified reactions when they notice her.
This poor ugly black dead thing.
I have decided to have a tiny plaque made, and a little glass coffin.
I will put her into the coffin, and glue my "snow white" plaque on the side,
ever so sweetly.
I will caution the taxidermist to make sure the legs remain up, as it is the cutest thing.
I will then pay him to stuff and stand seven little dead flies or ants.
His choice.
I will put little hats and vests on them and label them too.
Grumpy will really look grumpy.
This will bring the dead roach to a whole new level.
It might even embarrass the custodian,
but as she clearly has not noticed this dead roach in four or five weeks,
perhaps not.
A woman’s spirit hovers
above an inert body that is hers.
She sees the surgeons cutting
and then sees their frantic efforts
as they try to bring her back to life.
She had died and yet is able
to describe exactly everything
they’d said and done
when her anesthetic wears off!
Others – many others – have had
similar experiences called NDE’s.
Many see a tunnel or a light,
and some with loved ones long departed
may briefly unite.
Their hearts are gladdened.
They wish not to go back to this life
that most of us fight so hard to stay in.
But God alone determines when we die,
and so we know it was not time for THEM either.
Science cannot prove the afterlife,
nor can it disprove it.
How can anyone explain NDE’s
wherein the subjects’ hearts stop beating
or there is no brain activity?
They try to say the mind hallucinates
when on the brink of death,
but how can they account for miraculous recoveries?
And how do they account for the utter joy and love felt
by the many who get that precious glimpse of heaven?
What kind of light of such resplendence
could make a person wish
his soul had not even been returned to his earthly body?
Things that mortals cannot understand
in time (and in death) will be comprehended.
Lucky are the ones for whom
near death comes to them,
for death to them would have to be
a thing never more to fear again-and instead-
would be a thing to live for!
N/A April 27, 2022 in Chantelle Anne Cooke's Near Death Experience Poetry Contest
Submitted Sept. 18, 2022 for Sotto Poet's Your Second Chance 2Nd Submission: Poetry Contest
There was no activity at all in the prairie on this marvelous day.
Peaburger was happy to be off on his journey, on his sweet way.
Had a knapsack on his back, and warm ideas in his adventurous heart.
He could hardly wait to get away from his ex-wife and make a new start.
Ex-wife had moved back in with her new husband and their kids five.
He did not care if he ever again saw any of these prairie dogs alive.
His ex-wife came to the mouth of the hole and yelled “happy be!”
He rolled his eyes, not caring about her, or her new husband Gree.
I am just too generous, too giving, the always-will-finish-last kind of guy,
He lamented as he walked, talking himself into being meaner with try.
Around noon he got out a peanut, and started to eat with his crackers.
He was promptly surrounded by five hungry spotted nutcrackers.
He rolled his eyes to the sky and asked “Why God? Why me?”
He had given those nutcrackers all his food by a quarter until three.
I'm doomed to always be that kind of guy he lamented to angels above.
Young frisky prairie dog who had been watching promptly fell in love.
With tattered coat and mangled soul,
I sit.
On cold concrete, and shadowed streets,
my pit.
My soiled hands extended out, my voice
cries, "A dime?"
My wandering eye peers out to them
in time.
They rush, ignore, but know they see
the crumpled me.
The city blazing with noise and motion
and activity.
Steam from beneath billows through
the crowd.
Taxis, limos, trucks with their calls
so loud.
Can no one stop? Can no one see
the blessing?
They are so lucky. So ever free,
but missing?
Missing what's the point of our being.
Our existence.
Able to do, and live, and be
without resistance.
Able to send one simple act my way.
to fray...
One cost of one meal, one bill, one drink
today?
Ah, if only I could be so true as to
be you.
Would that I could show such a
kind act or two.
Or would I too walk on?
The world rushes by, my heart cries
my spirit blue.
For I hear it clearly...but wait...
...or is that you?
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