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Way to bee!
As Humble walked with his parents into the bee nursery,
He saw the other proud parents with their own little bees.
Eventually the teacher said, excuse me parents,
I will have to ask you to say your goodbyes;
We must proceed with today’s event…
As the parents left and the larvae bees took their seats,
The teacher, Miss Softly-Spoken said
Today children we are going to have A Spelling Bee.
I would like you all to welcome The Spelling Tree!
The Spelling Tree walked in with a miserable face.
The Spelling Tree was Mr. Dictionary in a tree costume
And he didn’t like this place.
One day I will get away from here, you will see…
Now, now Mr. Spelling Tree, no need to bee grumpy.
A is for Air.
B is for Bee!
C is for Cloud, said Mr. Dictionary…
He really didn’t care anymore; he just wanted to leave;
But life in the hive wasn’t all fun and games.
You were given a job that you had to do every day
And this one was much better than his last position.
He was fired as a clown for not being happy enough…
The irony of misconception.
The rest of the day, the children played many games
And they all became friends in the end…
As the parents returned to collect their children,
The larvae were playing a game called,
‘Guess what I am meant to Bee!’
They were pretending to bee whatever they wanted to bee,
Imaginatively and figuratively.
Humble was buzzing his own little tune,
So out of sync with everybody.
The other children were trees and clouds and flowers and leaves!
Humble decided to pretend to bee a Bee.
He did it so well, nobody else could tell,
What he was pretending to bee.
As the families all left, Humble, of course, was last to leave.
His parents told him to say goodbye to Miss Softly-spoken
And she said
“It was a pleasure to meet you today Mr. Humble B. Bumble…
Way to Bee!”
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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Nobody's perfect but I'm pretty close
Don't usually brag about my prowess
But sometimes I just get so overwhelmed
My enthusiasm for me is boundless
You may be annoyed by my constant bragging
But when you're as perfect as me
It's almost impossible to let it go unnoticed
Must share my perfection with thee
It's sure not all fun and games living up to
Such standards I've set for me
Got no one to blame but my own desires
For impressing all you ladies, indeed
Afflicted by charm and stunning good looks
All my life, it's been quite a struggle
Living up to the standards I've set for myself
But I've really tried to stay humble
I am what I am, there's no changing now
I've learned to live with perfection
Not everyone's able to handle such a burden
It's a serious incurable infection
(WHAAAAAT?)
Where was your manual for me.
The mandatory rehabilitation.
Ignorance is bliss and you had built up frustration. Aggravation.
Where was your patience.
Waiting for the other shoe to drop contemplating.
we needed a manual for the situation.
That’s all i’m saying.
On the other hand where was the contribution.
lost for words at the amusement.
The alternative resolution.
Where was your manual for me.
The mandatory rehabilitation.
Ignorance is bliss and you had built up frustration. Aggravation.
Where was your patience.
should of said can you do a favor for me?
provide the struggle.
show her how hard you had to hustle.
what it’s like to get into a scuffle.
it’s all fun and games until you have to adapt.
you got work with what you have.
that you didn’t have apart of your craft.
it lacked and lagged.
Where was your manual for me.
The mandatory rehabilitation.
Ignorance is bliss and you had built up frustration. Aggravation.
Where was your patience.
if you were taught would of been a different story.
should have been given more.
what you had on your plate was more than you could afford.
Mississippi.
Mostly mild, wet, and muddy in winter,
but also chilly, cold, and sometimes snowy.
We feasted on ice cycles from tin or asphalt rooftops;
We screamed and yelled as we fought each other with snowballs; With patience and craftsman-like precision, we made snowmen as mothers watched with smiles, making us the best tasting ice cream.
Late nights and early mornings, we waited to hear from the newscast.
“The roads are too bad, and for the sake of safety, no school today”.
Such words over the radio or television are the only ones that mattered.
But it was not all fun and games in the Northern Mississippi Dixie land.
Rain, snow, sleet, or sunshine, there were always outdoor chores to do.
There was wood to cut and to bring in with the coals to keep us warm.
There were hungry pigs, chickens, a cow, and sometimes goats to feed.
Chicago.
One day out near the O’Hare International Airport, my feet nearly froze.
That was when I was driving a VW Bus that was fun to drive until it got cold.
Let the truth be told, Chicago is not just a Windy city by the lake; it’s icy cold. I had my Chicago share of winters in the ‘70’s.
In Chicago, with hardened and freezing bones,
on short days or long ones, life always goes on.
It was so cold that I could hardly walk.
It was so cold that I could barely talk.
It was so cold, yet nothing seemed to halt.
It was so cold that my whole body would shake, and my ears ached in pain as if they would break.
If New York City never sleeps, Chicago never stops.
In the dead of winter, people on State Street continues to shop.
Mayor Daily’s city kept the streets clear, and the buses kept moving.
California.
This year our heating system was first used on Saturday evening, November 7. It seemed that summer forgot to cool down and depart, or even stall; but ran head-on into fall. My trees are still very green, and the leaves are slowly falling because Winter is calling. It’s Sunny California in the Sacramento Region, and Winter is just around the corner. For a few years now, the rainy winter season has produced much heat, but little rain. Our hope is that this winter will be different for a change; perhaps cold and wet.
11102015PS
The ungrateful Birthday gal
1.Tap, tap, tap, I watch the wax melt from my birthday candle.
Decorations, people, music and cake;
Cynthia helped with the food, and Elcilia to bake.
I wore a knee-length dress in your favorite color, purple.
2.Something strange happened this year,
Like the story of the tortoise winning the race with the hare.
For once, I was excited for the day of my birth.
I thought it was because I was in ecstacy like a cancer patient who no longer needed meds.
3. Sadly, with my gastritis acting up and my voice strained, I have realized
It was all because you were here with me.
Am I a terrible dancer? Can't help stepping on your toes; we laugh.
Then again, I know I should be elated to have a shoulder to lean on,
But having my happiness carved out from another's chest is the last thing I would want.
It would kill me if you were gone.
4.I blow out my candles, smiling ear to ear,
Not wishing that you'll be there next year.
Rather, I would be happy then,
Better of thinking you weren't heaven sent.
5. 'Cause it's all fun and games,
Hair blowing against my heated heart, while lying on your chest.
I won't grow heart bones until you forget my name.
I drank a cup or four of chamomile tea to aid digestion.
Call me ungrateful or selfish,
But after this party, you have to leave.
I woke up this morning,
Believe me, I was ready to play.
For those of you
Who are unaware
Today's a gargantuan day.
Electrifying excitement
Alive and in the air.
There's nothing else quite like it
For anyone to compare.
Pine tar, rosin fragrance
And that of fresh cut grass.
The end of the baseball season
Has now come to pass.
Magnificent sound when a baseball
Contact’s a baseball bat.
Completing a walk-off homer
With a doffing of the cap.
The AL meets the NL
In world serious matter.
The loser goes home all alone
Disgraced and completely shattered.
Don't think for a moment
It was all fun and games.
It was a tough and very long season.
Even heartbreaking pain.
There was plenty of travel
Cold and heat.
Upset victories and
Humiliating defeat.
Baserunning blunders
Pitches gone wild.
Tears of joy
While others cried like a child.
Playing for a championship
Is tougher than seems.
Now it has come this
Living a baseball dream.
There were 30 teams that started
Now there are only 2 teams left.
Now we're going to crown the one
Who proves to be the best.
God bless America
Home of the brave and free.
Many gave up everything
For this game..you..and me.
Stand up and remember
Those who have departed.
It's the best of seven series
So let's get this party started.
Let's play ball!
As I awake I am still here I still feel the same pain
I still have the same nightmare I still feel the same rage
I can not change the way it feels I can not tell you why
Each and everyday I just want to sit alone and cry
For no one knows how I truly feel no ones inside
Everyday of every life this is something I truly hide
The emotions that you see from me there not the true ones at all
For if I showed you the true ones from me your life it would fall
Into pieces it would go from all the hurt the pain
No more sunshine no more rainbows just clouds and rain
See my life used to be all fun and games
Till I lost what meant the most
Now its not the same
They say it gets better with time that time heals all wounds
If that was true I would not be hear rhyming you these blues
Every morning of everyday this is how I feel
The world today is still so full of hate it is still so unreal
That's where all this pain is from its easy enough to see
If everyone would just get along the pain would subside from me
Is it to much to ask, for people to respect and treat each other the same
Because sooner than later it will be more than just me that will experience this great pain.
(Tongue in cheek! LOL)
Nobody's perfect but I come pretty close
Don't usually brag about my prowess
But sometimes I just get so overwhelmed
My enthusiasm for me is boundless
You may be annoyed by my constant bragging
But when you're as perfect as me
It's almost impossible to let it go unnoticed
Must share my perfection with thee
It's sure not all fun and games living up to
Such standards I've set for me
Got no one to blame but my own desires
For impressing all you ladies, indeed
Afflicted by charm and stunning good looks
All my life, it's been quite a struggle
Living up to the standards I've set for myself
But I've tried not to burst your bubble
I am what I am, there's no changing now
I've learned to live with perfection
Not everyone's able to handle such a burden
It's a serious incurable infection
© Jack Ellison 2014
The future through my palm pilot
Strategizing my future
Through this invincible organizer
Murder reigns
But I’m seeing true life through my murky visor
Simple prayers, hopes and wishes
Sympathy in a blind mans kisses
Pay attention and we notice
Without misery it’s so hard to focus
Pleasure of being decomposed by flesh eating locust
The battles in this life I lead
Shadows in the night twist and turn in greed
It’s all fun and games until we bleed
Senseless, Ain’t it something
How we became a dying breed?
Tears in your eyes, baby girl its okay to cry
Life isn’t promised and someday we all die
Second chances taken too lightly
I reckon you advance in prayers nightly
Shattered glass, invisible window
So insensible, the images that exist through Nintendo
Stress keeps my heart pumping
Guests leap and start to mumble
Ah disgusting maggots, sour dough and dumplings
Poverty and a bumpy road to recovery
Nobody's perfect but I'm pretty close
Don't usually brag about my prowess
But sometimes I just get so overwhelmed
My enthusiasm for me is boundless
You may be annoyed by my constant bragging
But when you're as perfect as me
It's almost impossible to let it go unnoticed
Must share my perfection with thee
It's sure not all fun and games living up to
Such standards I've set for me
Got no one to blame but my own desires
For impressing all you ladies, indeed
Afflicted by charm and stunning good looks
All my life, it's been quite a struggle
Living up to the standards I've set for myself
But I've really tried to stay humble
I am what I am, there's no changing now
I've learned to live with perfection
Not everyone's able to handle such a burden
It's a serious incurable infection
(WHAAAAAT?)