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"Novitiate"
Wading through
turgid mainstream
Novitiate makes her
way to the bottom rungs
of the Clean Team
Where dreams are
captured a.m. p.m. .
on the run with
weeping neutered minds
zero sublime
same old, same old
Asks herself,
“Where’s the substance?
Am I gormless too?”
rewards are Molasses,
Sugar Plums and
Glory, if that's you
It’s like dipping your spoon
in Alphabet Soup
re-arranging letters.
Shirley Temples with
no flaming
Bombe Alaska clue
pour the brandy,
light the flame.
Ignite something,
heart, mind or soul
covert intelligence
wonderful electric
minds pollinating
intellectual beehives,
"where's all the dripping
honey?"
Novitiate dreams
Go punch a hole in the sky
block all emotional rissoles
it’s not a question of
do or die
the Game is called
take-the-ride, at all times
avoid blood-sucking Vampires
Strict insects in an
ultra strict machine
watching their wings
flutter pretty, all beat
in time bang against
a silent wall
koutou three times
It aint about numbers baby
nor who’s who in the Zoo
it’s about writing your story
lock, stock and smoking barrel
keeping it true
Cover all mirrors
old is dead
born is new
Mornings rise with Sun
Fold your cards,
Hearts are trumps
Win-Win
what's done is done
time to de-robe and run, run, run
You're a novitiate skating
daily in your black
Nun's habit, it's way way
tragique, it's all a bit,
"La députée a raconté
une histoire très tragique",
find a new Boo.
Passports,
TRANSIT LOUNGE
Airport
Escape the Zoo.
Time to Do-the-Do
Novitiate throw
off your Black habit
Perfume
Rouge lipstick
New shoes
Yeah, put on your
Kavorka
New You
Double Deluxe Choc Chip
take the double cream
and cherry too.
Escaping the Zoo
True Romance.
OUR STORY
Me and You
(Lovejoy-Burton/2018 Jan)
"Temple of Love"/Johnny Hollow
https://youtu.be/p64wbdRBzjk
Rakhi to my brother
No distances can part
no bearing can breach ...
As tender strings of rakhi
I tie on my brother's wrist,
Send heartwarming wishes
to Illuminate those paths,
that we traversed together
Holding each other's hands.
He reciprocates with a gift
my fav he has always known,
Vows to stand by
In all thick and thin,
His pat on my back
and caress on head hearten,
Many nostalgic memoirs
recalled to brighten.
You my brother
I can always count on,
and lean on ...
Words fail me.
Those wonderful years
throughout my life,
spent in fun and pun,
Many blissful moments
some tears shed,
Laughter and scoldings,
Tiring little games
Homework giggles,
lovely vacations together.
Cute hard chases
around in the courtyard,
Climbs of mulberry
amidst beehives,
Winning brought cheers
while losing gave sigh,
Etched in souls
are memories so sweet.
You my brother
Rise and shine,
Wish be the best ...
bubbling as always,
Sparkle forevermore.
Written August 7, 2017
For my dear brother Vasu
Frisky, gray squirrels scramble
Beneath a massive, old oak tree
Gathering the best acorns they see
Their fluffy tailed, lively damsels
Opossum wobble on short legs
From their laurel sheltered lairs
Toward the thickets where there’s
Vast bugs and spiders in their webs
Gentle, soft haired rabbits assemblage
Onward, seeking out grassy fortresses
Where they might discover tortoises
And additional special kinds of foliage
Black and white stripped skunks
Bob out toward their furry friends
Reassured they will make amends
So they will help them over tree stumps
Russet colored raccoons with charming features
Searching for their favorite pine tree expansion
Scrambling up through the long branches
To havens above all the other creatures
Big, black bear grumble through woods so eerie
Checking all around for beehives or cherries
Hoping to find a bit of honey or sweet berries
To munch on before the weather gets dreary
Tan and bronze deer clamber up cliffs that deliver
To the meadows where they’re stopping together
To chew long grass and weeds found whether
They make their trek toward the gently flowing river
Forests are thriving with these unique beings
All the different beasts living there from across
Pine, oak, birch, locust, laurel, fern and moss
God’s gifts to us who love this place so pleasing
At night, the clock sends out the remaining minutes, and the illusion of youth brings them back during the day.
Melted clock hands and numbers burn my palms and, through them, a view of you while you play.
In a thin dress, you pull your fingers out of invariant subspaces, and you look at me without blinking with bright eyes.
The whirlwind of music from the podium lifts us up
and throws us naked on your threshold with woven limbs.
A dance of confused touches and lost years
on a yellowed piece of paper.
*
In the loneliness kitchen, kisses and hands on the body,
your sigh on my face
while the fingers are in the honey box.
In the corridors of the mathematics of proof
destructive sub-personalities
they distract us from the truth.
*
Blue pool water and grass
full of flowers and pollen-intoxicated bees.
Swimming makes you smile,
while the sting creates a spasm on the face
and throws a bowl full of cherries into the water.
Fear of dragon bites,
he took the white knees far away;
to wait for a long-distance call on the payphone.
*
Meeting on the street and smiling,
the awakening of an old desire that has been simmering.
You are the queen of swords;
with a look into the distance,
we are there behind the distant hills.
Waiting for dawn on the sand dune,
hugged and wrapped in a white cloth.
We spend our days walking on the sands of Morocco
nights of passion and tenderness
are on the stone roofs of houses that look like beehives,
while the fresh night breeze blows from the desert.
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Do you know why that funny guy,
Jack, fell down his hill? Imploring Jill,
poor little thing, she followed him,
when she should have stood still.
To swing, dear Jack is not a fling,
and Mr. Fibon was quite clear.
Beehives have honey, and it's not funny,
that it's now knot the honey, Bear.
In the pale of water, there were two Os,
And to fetch One more your task.
You reached the top, you decided to stop,
You sat, and opened that flask.
Indeed and at last....
Jill in shock, the earth did rock
and the sky let out a cry! Jack fell down
and broke his crown as the rain
fell down from on high.
Jack, in fear jumped startled in tears,
lost his footing as he stumbled on back.
Jill in tears, four Jacks she feared
and she followed him, into the dark....
But I heard the Lark...
And he said to me...
There come a kin, when the waters change.
Look still to the reeds, they rearranged.
Near the edge of sea, there two will be...
They lost their way,
when Thunder played.
Tumbled down the hill,
when they should have stayed.
Rolled the @@s...
but they ran away.
And Fibonacci knew the way,
He showed the Maya how to play.
He said... "This way..."
Four and Four are forty four,
Count the One and roll The.O@,
"There come a day..." he said,
We'll know....
0 1 1 2 3 5 8 13 21 34 55 89 144 (as hours 144 = 6 days)
...1 1 2 3 5 8 13 21 34 55 89 1440 (and Sunday)
144 is also the 13th number in Fibonacci
(if you count the leading zero).
0 1 1 2 3 5 8 13 21 34 55 89 144
12th if you “roll The.O”
1440 are ‘minutes’ in One.Day…
Form:
In the glow from
the slow flame of
the gas oven
In the red hue of
the sweet melon stew
In the pearl sweat drops of
the labour of love
In the looks of
the stars in our eyes
A savour, a pleasure, we are
charmed we are warmed
Outside
The jasmine tree
is making the handicraft of
heart filling smell
That tells
The stories of
curing the worries of
our birds in the cages
of lonely pages
The guests
Reflecting the restlessness
of their tongues
Following the flavour from the kitchen
Rich in almond and honey
Licky and yummy
Much hoped rain soaked breeze arrives
Hum the beehives
The husbands and the wives
The parents and the children
The brothers and the sisters
The boyfriends and the girlfriends
The boy and the girl
The summer kitchen swirl
The dinner tables gurgle
The gourmet summer meal from your hands
The sands swaying in the ocean
July 3, 2018
that summer when love arrives
when tractor mowed the fields of hay
'twas deafening silence which doth abides
beside the busy path of hallway.
That summer when love arrives
When all the grasses swayed with art
All the living that all strive
And all emotions were just to start.
That summer when love arrives
When dying leaves fell in ground
And all the memories brought back to life
When a friend like him was all I found.
That summer when love arrives
As I watched the bird with food
Tearing it with claws as knife
Like our world in different roads.
That summer when love arrives
When all the birds had sung its songs
As our world when it was collide
All foundation seems to strong.
That summer when love arrives
As soft as the breeze of wind
As noisy as the bee's beehives
And all those rhythms come in blend.
But the fields of hay are now in shaft
Yet the memories were still alive
And all emotions know not to stop
'Twas that summer when love arrives..
Like A Whirlwind
Dawn reawakes the senses of a drowsy sky
with a golden smile lifting pale clouds high
Stars their astral light fade and then vanish
behind the wall of darkness without a trace
Rays penetrate living cells of all those alive
assuage even the tiniest creatures to thrive
Leaves are the umbrellas for busy beehives
a sort of refuge as they go about their lives
Oceans stir their beds while flying fish soar
honing gliding skills as dancing waves roar
Twelve bald eagles spread their wings fully
floating on thermal currents so effortlessly
On city streets folks hurry to work like bots
invading fire ants hurriedly horded peanuts
Sirens blare as police chased cars speeding
then Planet Earth incessantly keeps turning
11:32 a.m.
11/24/2025
La Quinta Inn
West Palm Beach, Florida
We endeavor vigorously from dull dawn to dusk,
As we fly from bloom to sprout in quest of nectar,
Men stand to amass by swapping honey for bulk,
The hive will be mostly empty and left slightly ajar.
As per rhetoric, our stool can serve to treat cancer,
All ulcer forms respond finely to this therapy,
When ingested, it bears the body solid and denser,
Humans would not contrive osteoporosis misery.
We search the fertile soil at the crack of dawn,
As the visible sun's beams reveal raw floral life,
Fertilization is a side effect the same as a prawn,
The pollen grips our hairy legs, with no strife.
Men, however, are woeful with our free work,
But destroy our beehives to use honey and wax!
Our fiefs of bees are mostly massive and spark,
So we may glimpse the flowery grins and relax.
But people have utterly built microwave stations,
Working on the noble quest for sprouting nectar!
We drudge incredibly firm with little diversion,
And preserve our line going from our scepter.
Our hives are purely mangled by man, too,
And for syrup and paraffin wax, of course!
God who supplied bees in the grandest view,
Humans damage the ecology of the universe.
The clamoring bee has no time for sadness,
The mumble of bees is the garden voice,
Hear to bumblebees and follow their lead,
Some words are golden, and many are dread.
8th Place Contest winner
Written: May 25, 2022
Bee Creative Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Matt Caliri
Bees fly across the sky,ride
beyond the breeze,wind and storm
cross rains,waves and tides
to collect nectars from flowers
Best constructors I have ever seen
They build the intricate beehives
Sign language is introduced by bees
They do waggle dance to navigate food sources
They use antennae to identify
smell,and sometimes to communicate
If bees use right antennae
it means they are shaking hands
Though bee keepers steal honey
they will not stop their duty
Hard work,team work,ascendancy
so many things to learn from bees
Honeybees are our guardian angels
They are working for our welfare
If they do not transmit pollen grains
Our earth will be destroyed soon