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Bee-for
I’m no social butterfly, but I buzz from flower to flower.
I talk to all as I do the rounds, but my resting face looks dour.
They think that I am feeling sad,
Even when the sun is shining on me;
They don’t see me as a buzzing bee.
They don’t see me working for The Queen.
She sits upon her majestic throne and watches us pass by.
We all seem to bee happy; the work keeps us in tune,
But one day soon, this little buzzing bee,
Will bee found staring at the moon.
The moths say they can do it;
They’re gonna fly up there one day.
They see the light and all its might;
They have big dreams, I would say.
My dreams are only small hopes;
I am not asking for the moon.
I’d like a bee to fly with, so with her I could share my jokes.
I want to make her laugh and smile;
So I would appreciate it if I could meet her soon.
I collect all the honey and build octagons;
The perfect shape to make the most of the honey we consume.
I don’t need a large pile of honey,
To build myself the future I believe I am due.
You see my heart is limited;
It only has space for two.
You and me; me and you.
The sound of my buzz is all out of tune.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
It's gone. All gone...Probably forever
It didn't melt like an iceberg
It still exists in name but only in name
Technically, it's still viable
but realistically it's not the same
Gone are many that once kindly ladled
bowls of words that were delicious
replaced by 'things' that have no heart
By 'those' who don't appreciate the art
of holding their own pen in hand to write
By 'some' who think we've a blind eye
to their sudden scholarly wisdom
Nothing is the same and who is to blame
On most days I take a pass on visiting
the place where once I found pleasure
My measuring cup is empty and there are few
neighbors whose doors I would approach
I've no desire to 'borrow' their poems
only sorrow for what used to be
and is no more
Bored by changes and the rearranged pots
and pans. Everything has been shuffled
except the muffled cries of days gone by
The new knives have dull blades
and everywhere I look is a new escapade
where even the cooktop is turned off
Scoff at the recipes where something's missing
It's the lack of flavor that I once savored
It used to be tasty but I'm weary
of cookbook titles that sound so dreary
What a waste of pure vanilla when a fella
or a dame pours it in beef stew
That cannot be misconstrued for poetry
Or when Ms. sous chef displays her version
of soup de jour, but burns it with the same
bitter taste day after day
Tables have been moved around in what was once
a restaurant on hallowed ground
The new menu is frightful...
the old one was delightful
It's gone and I don't hold hope of a resurrection
I'd call pest control to eradicate the premises
if I felt the place could be saved
but it feels as if it's dug its own grave
The lilting music is gone, too
No longer does it play sweet melodies
that make my feet want to dance
Keyboard keys don't rattle beneath my fingers
to open the door and enter
It's become humdrum, a chore to find
a valid reason to visit more often
It's gone and there's no joy to be found
in the ploy of the hoi polloi
Nothing is the same and who is to blame
In a world where the color black is often misunderstood,
Let's shed some light on what's truly good.
Black Friday sales, a shopper's delight,
Financial success on the bottom line, shines bright.
Luxury cars and sleek limousines, easily attract,
But film and stage crews wearing all black don’t distract.
Power, elegance, sophistication in black attire,
Black exudes status, confidence and formality that never tire.
Credit lines and exclusive cards are black,
A little black book, aww… a secret stack.
Black tie dinners, events so grand,
Orange is the New Black, a popular stand.
Karate black belts, symbolize skills honed with might,
Black sand beaches like Santorini’s, a stunning sight.
The Black Panther Party, fighting for human dignity
Black is the color for mystery, unity and solidarity.
Black wedding dresses preceded the white Victorian tradition,
All black cars from Henry Ford's assembly line, a historical rendition.
But amidst the beauty of black, there's also pain,
Darkness, death, grief, evil, and fear that remain.
Understand that black is not wack, it's a color of depth,
To embrace the good, and ignore the rest is inept.
Black pops amid all other hues in a world so vast,
Let's appreciate God’s divine design, and reject misconceptions of the past.
the refrigerator of my dreams features a waterfall
A moving waterfall that greets me when I open her door
She is filled with healthy fruits and vegetables.
They spill out and form an oasis when her door is opened.
She greets me with a pleasing Dinah Shore voice.
Wishes me well, asks about my children, makes me feel special.
I can sit on her rocks and let her waterfall gently flow over my hair.
We commune in silent appreciation, this refrigerator and I.
She holds my secrets inside her soul, revealing them to no one.
We are a terrific team, because we appreciate each other in many ways.
She is empathetic and wonderfully kind. She brings nature into the kitchen.
When I am sad, I open her up and we commiserate together.
She uplifts me and enlightens me. We are pals.
Fulfilled people have one thing in common; they have full hearts; purpose, and a mission.
Knowing you are needed every day, knowing you make a difference, can ruin depression,
Obliterate poor me, and doldrums; erase anxiety and sadness.
How do you build your soul into the person you were meant to be?
Fulfilled people help others, knowing the benefits are unparalleled.
They are compassionate and enthusiastic. They feel joy.
The people you help may not express thanks.
They may be cranky and mean.
They may be sullen.
They may be nasty.
But when you know that what you are doing is helping, and you know
What you doing is what you were sent to do,
You become
A Fulfilled person.
No one can take your joy, no one can steal your happiness. No one can hurt you.
If you have not found your “you self” yet, start avidly looking.
Made someone smile. Check. Made someone laugh. Check. Made someone feel special. Check.
Babies in neonatal units need to be cuddled; you could do that.
A young family would appreciate a free Saturday night baby sitter.
You could learn 8-year-old lingo, and introduce the 4 year olds to dandelion flower rings and homemade playdough.
Humane societies always need volunteers; taking a dog home might help you find your bliss.
If you are lonely, sad, feeling ugly or mad, click off your TV.
Go outside yourself and help someone.
Fulfilment almost always never happens alone.
Go find your joy!
Welcome to my home for this is where I'll stay
It's where I was born, and where I'll end my days
It rests on the banks, of the Caledonian Canal
Surrounded by it's Highland beauty, in typical enthral
Cedars, Firs and Birch trees, iconic in their settings
Rain clouds often surround us, cascades them in their wetting
Then there's the carpets of heather, that cover clannish grounds
Where you can tip toe over it's surface, and not even leave a sound
To view the blooms of gorse, and marvel at our thistles
Just leaves you so in awe, walking with a whistle
We appreciate what nature gives, these breathing awesome beings
To watch them in her wilds, we rub our eyes at seeing
We are steeped in wondrous history, some good and not so grand
But nowhere on this earth, will you have stepped on welcomed lands
So welcome to my home, of mountains and the glens
Where us Highlanders reside, the ultimate of men
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/scotland-4.php
(07/04/11)
I said a prayer and he heard my plea
And came down to comfort me.
I told him that he knew what
I was going through
I just didn’t know what to do.
I could see that face in that
Blurred vision of him
And he stood with a very wide grin.
He said : my son there are answers all around
You just have to look for them to be found.
For every ailment there is a cure
And of this you can be sure.
The older generations had all the home remedies
Just check with them and you will see.
I have given you a brain to use
And free will for you to choose.
Use what I have given to you
To find the answers.
And choose Which would be right for you
This is all you have to do.
Quick cures you may find
But the correct ones take more time.
As I took time to make everything you see
You just have to wait patiently.
Help yourself and I will help you
And these words are so very true.
If I had made life easy
Would you appreciate what you see.
These are burdens that you must bare
And the rest with you I’ll share.
Now I knew my plea was heard
And to mankind he gave his word.
Recipient of love letters
with bliss-delight
I appreciate messages
in their passionate earnestness.
Here am I nostalgic
of affectionate expressions
...worth sharing especially with a special friend
awaiting her wondrous altar date.*
…You’re the beauteous Eve
who completes my ribs
as it finds belongingness in yours
toward one flesh partnership of cleaving and clinging
marked by endearing engagement's blessed union:
sublime --- beyond mere romance...
…You’re the virtuous woman
of the Scriptures’ Proverbs 31:10-31
whom I want to exchange
my “till death do us part”
along sweet assertion
marked by faithfulness' assurance;
Most especially,
you’re the bride
I have earnestly prayed
to be espoused with
to nourish and cherish,
according to Ephesians 5:29.
God be thanked for His love that brings into realities’ fruition
genuine love poems, surpassing fantasies’ pleasure…
Since He is the perfect Lover, the wondrous Source of true love**
the impeccable Author of love poetry that’s life-transforming!
July 3, 2019
(*Edited on February 24, 2020 for my friend who in her 40's is to be married this March 6, 2020.)
**1John 4:18 There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear: because fear hath torment. He that feareth is not made perfect in love.
This is a very wonderful
moment,
That reminds us those that
gave us a special moment.
It is a day that expresses
love at it fullest,
And shows us those that
made us feel like the best.
This is a day that's
unforgettable,
Because it feeling is
irreplaceable.
A day to remember those
that stood by us in times of
trouble,
And believed in us
whenever we stumble.
A day not only for husband
and wife,
But an opportunity to
experience the beauty of
life.
Some never got the chance
to feel it,
But you have the
opportunity to express it.
A day to appreciate those
close to your heart,
Those that stood when our
life was torn apart.
Those to tell a big thank
you,
For they make you feel like
brand new.
Just look straight to them,
And give them the roses
when they can still smell
them.
As parents officiate,
Delegate,
Yes, and even participate.
We fascinate,
As we motivate,
Our children to co-operate,
And concentrate
Leading their minds to contemplate,
Formulate,
And evaluate
That which helps learning accelerate.
As children mature
More complex board games build character
Along with the art of how to communicate
As well as how to be considerate.
This shows with family, playmates,
And even classmates.
Sportsmanship is why the loser must
Congratulate
The winner for being fortunate.
The loser must never underestimate
The opponent which validates
How children relate
And appreciate
The way we educate.
As our children walk down the aisle to graduate
Parents silently say check mate.