Long Bee Poems
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It always seems so strange to me,
the wing size of the bumble bee.
A body of such massive size,
should not have wings that compromise.
To fly for hours from flower to flower,
depends upon its flying power.
So, it’s baffling how wings so small
can carry it around at all!
An airplane has wings so large,
longer still than any barge,
that the bumble bee’s wingspan should be,
at least six inches across you see.
This insect simply flies around,
without ever falling to the ground.
On paper it simply should not fly,
but no one has ever explained why?
And thus, it flies oblivious,
it cannot understand the fuss.
The miracle it flies, despite,
means whatever you strive, you might!
Dreaming of leaving the Beehive
Life in the hive was a lot of fun,
For all the little bees when they were young;
But as Humble passed the Pupa stage,
He was told he had to act his age.
It was time to find a job! Go!
It was time to imagine becoming an Imago.
He didn’t want to say goodbye to his youth,
But he had a plan, so he needed to make honey.
It was a plan that would work, he was sure!
It was his plan and it was a plan he could stick to.
He would get a job and move out of his home.
He would bee a comedian!
Wouldn’t life bee funny…
Oh no…
Humble had been chosen to become a drone;
But never a clone!
For as we all know,
Humble was a unique bee.
He saw his future away from the hive.
There is a whole new world out there,
Just waiting for me to bee brave and go and discover.
He was only waiting for his time to fly.
He had always wanted to fly like the others,
Because he wanted to fly into the arms of his lover,
But he could only ever hover.
His life was quite nice, but there was a price;
He could never go beyond the edge of the pines.
The boundaries made him feel trapped
And he needed to fly past his past.
He needed to see the future.
His wide open eyes and wide open mind,
Needed to see what was out there;
The love he knew he was destined to find.
It was time for Humble to meet her.
His wings had finally grown big enough…
It was time for Humble to take off!
It was time for Humble to learn how to fly…
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
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 engineering project
We're cooperatively building a huge beehive
With hexagonal designs-- all sizes jive
Doors’ height and angles are congruent
Accurate measurement--our God's given talent
We follow obediently and respect our queen
Values and virtues we show, can you glean?
Our creativity can help you in your occupation
Making sweets through our assiduous pollination
We work systematically in manufacturing
Following procedures like collecting and packing
After gathering the nectar in our colony
Our wings and breeze duo, turning them into honey
I think, we're one of the most important pollinators
Doing our best in the field of gardening or agriculture
I beg you not to hurt, so we'll always bee-darlings
I'm Jollibee, speaking on behalf of my co-sweet things
We're small flying insects but we're incredible
In the aesthetic works of nature, our God's wonder
May 30, 2022 11.33pm
Note: I miss Jollibee. I love Jollibee so much. My number 1. If you want to see my fave, you can search his picture at google. Thank you
Bird, butterfly and bee
Fluttering from tree to tree
Whispering to you and me
About how good it is to be free
Flapping gentle wing
They almost seem to sing
Laughing through the spring
Lighting up hearts with a zing
Bird, butterfly and bee
Coloring the air full of glee
Happy friends, all the three
Loving and kind, they will be
Waving joyfully, they soar
Bright coats they all adore
Flying from shore to shore
With bliss you cannot ignore
Bird, butterfly and bee
Some a him and some a she
Going on a fun, jolly spree
Captivating from sea to sea
Beautiful beyond all thought
Awakening hearts as they ought
With flowers they have bought
Through pollinating seeds caught
Bird, butterfly and bee
As gentle as the sweet pea
Charming and so very carefree
They bring joy I’m sure you’ll agree
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April 10, 2021
Bee Bee the Bee
Hi everyone; this is Bee Bee.
The two of us are engaged, to bee married. (I’m so pleased!)
We think it’s time to settle down.
We think it’s time to start a family.
I have had my adventures
And somehow I managed to find myself a Queen.
She is so beeautiful!!!
Check out me;
She is so pretty
And me, with this face; it’s now full of smiles, I’m alive!
It’s time to join the rat race once more and build our own hive.
The reason I go to work is to provide for her;
Beecause seriously dude, look at her!
She is worth all the honey in the hive
And for some strange reason she chose me to fly,
Next to her until we are old and worn out.
I will tell you how much I love her;
No, I will shout!
I love this bee! My Bee Bee!
Bee Bee and me sitting in a leaf,
K-I-S-S-I-N-G…
I am sooo happy!!!
We have been together a while now;
Flown through the darkest rain clouds.
Burst up through the cumuli and nimbus
And held each other tightly as we dropped back down.
We have so many people to love,
But I love her the most;
So please, join me in raising your thimbles
And let us all toast,
The most beeautiful bee I have ever seen!
The most beeautiful bee there is…Bee Bee.
In our future hive, my honey is her supply,
As she is my honey; look deep into my eyes,
Not around the eyes, deep into my eyes
And you will see my truth, honesty and pride.
Yes I am with her, beecause she makes my heart purr.
This sugar rush is more than enough,
To keep me falling in love.
Every day and in every way, I love her more,
Beecause every day it only gets better and better, my love.
Just when I think I could not love her more,
She says something, or does something, that I simply adore.
She cares so much that I can’t help but love,
Each and every thing that she does.
I could talk to you about her for the rest of my life,
Without ever beeing bored;
But right now I am in a rush.
You see I need to get back to her smile.
She brightens up my day, my night and forever I’ll,
Bee in love with my Queen.
My Queen Bee Bee.
It has truly been a pleasure talking to you all, I must say,
But the ceremony will soon bee under way
And she would never let me live it down,
If all my talking meant we had to show up to our own wedding late.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
You are red sun in my gray cloudy sky
Cheering me on despite blues in life
I look up and see your beautiful light
From gold glowing soul such a delight
As white wind beneath my brown wing
You carry cranberry heart love inspiring
Your yellow whimsical smile like spring
Give rise to sapphire songbirds that sing
You are as sweet as sap from green tree
Lime cure your laugh defeats melancholy
Moonlight carves path from Black Sea
That is teal tragic past rebirth’s dream
Your heart is a love flower warm opening
Even in rain shower you power positivity
I can look at you for hours inhaling peace
You empower what nectar is to a bee
the steampunk convention was presided over by ABW, Mrs. McNack
Arrogant Bee Woman is what we called this piranha behind her back
ABW stood for something else but none of us knew what any more
We all held our breath though when queen bee came onto the floor
She had a way about her that was beyond arrogant and proud
Creeping through the exhibits quickly, stealthy, not loud
Yet there was something about her that struck terror in all
She was the steampunk’s ABW, thin, sneaky, scary and tall.
Why does she terrify us? Another steam punker asked me.
I knew it was not her costume even though she looked like a bee
Maybe it was her polish, her spit, her fine way of shining.
I know when she entered the cafeteria, I had to quit dining.
Old Mountain tales of love spin
'neath dawn's blush,
Elderberries, purple ink drop pearls
drawing me nigh.
Ah! Her laughter just like a honeybee’s dance
in the summer’s rush.
For you ignite my days with passion,
'tis morn, a tear I cry
The calm, twilight lingers as her words
soft and low
In the caress of wildflowers where life’s
tranquility forever grows.
O'! Upon thy lips such sweetness dwells
Must be God's design
Born where dandelions and wild bees
forever intertwine.
O', nectar kissed by sun untouched by
human hands
An arcadian panorama of ambrosia
upon my senses' land.
Thine gaze is my beacon in the
moonlit’s silvery velvet light.
You my guiding star ignites
for all my spirit’s journey
O' my soul’s delight
For as a life-alchemists seek nectar
deep in the mountain’s heart.
Thy love's an enchanting lore where peace
like nestling lark.
All the sages sighs, thymes' tempting lore
a beautiful pure chorus
Heather fills rolling landscapes
an untold story before us.
Yes, my love's confession takes flight
with wild abandon
In the sanctuary, a haven bathed
in golden dawn
Thy touch is a sacred psalm
a sonnet on the wind
Radiant grace, I scribe my song
on every blossom's stem
Sunlight filters through sylvan green leaves
just for you.
Thy smile, a warmth that sees my spirit
through and through.
Our love, eternal, untamed by
fleeting space or time.
A taste of heaven's dew
a love of purest and most divine.
Together, hand in hand
we'll stray through life's inviolate maze
Where wildflowers bloom
and hearts forever graze.
No jeweled crown
arrayed in silks and finery
Could display the love, my beloved
I found forever in thee.
For You are my sweet lady,
my songbird
my forever home
My wild mountain honey
where my spirit roams.
In thee, a love unbound
sweeter than sun-kissed dew
My Wild Mountain Honey
forever wild
forever true.
I was sitting inside the gazebo eating a hot dog
watching the swans swim in the beautiful lake
it came out of nowhere buzzing round the place
tumbling and bumbling read to do bite and sting
I hurried to my backpack to get my epi pen
but already the swelling had begun I froze
when I saw the size of the bee that bit me
it took a gardener and a stranger to inject me
I never saw what happened next, cuz I fainted
but the next thing I knew I was sipping koolaid
from a plastic cup and wearing a wet compress
all this fuss because of a bad reaction, dum bee.
Nov 30, 2019
Not for contest.
Happily, I entered the class
I laughed with friends, but then alas
Joy was replaced with sudden fear
Knowing spelling bee time was here
Last time I had misspelled ADJOURNED
My tongue went dry, my stomach churned
Now one by one the others failed
ODYSEY... BROCOLI... UNVIELED...
Precisely feeling unprepared
Quizzes had always made me scared
Reading my word she called my name
She glared at me through horn-rimmed frames
Tracing her finger through the air
Under my breath I said a prayer
Vainly I pondered her request
Without a clue I blindly guessed
X-Y-L-O-T-O-M-Y
"Yes," she said. I had spelled it right!?
9/7/2016