Long Bumble bee Poems

1
Though still within our infancy, 
we strive to thrive, but woefully 
we flash and flaunt our 'primacy',
display our trophies pridefully.
 
Our terra firma ecstasy
destroys survival's harmony,
lays waste to life on land and sea.
Mankind, thy name...

Read More

In London Town, a girl was born
Who lost the crown, but won the scorn 
Of Lady Margaret's deep disdain
For something proud, she cannot reign

Her daughter's name was Mary Grace
An angel with a beaming face
Who blessed...

Read More

I have been used to living alone for so long
I am determined and easy going but headstrong
This morning was rather strange because I was on the train
I woke up with people gallivanting around me in...

Read More

Roman à clef tragicomedy...
overlaid with façade of fiction = Mein Kampf

in summer re:
typed out during winter of my discontent,
when yours truly no spring chicken
stirred ruse to expatiate poetically
regarding following rhyming reason,
hence mine lovely bones 
into...

Read More

Your love is like a river peaceful and deep, 
like a secret I just can’t keep, like the shearing of a sheep,
like taking a leap, like my hand falling asleep, your love is like 
the...

Read More

THE LEMON TYPE GARDEN

The Players. (in order of appearance) 

Freddie Fastfoot (The Rabbit)
Felicity Flutterby. (The Butterfly)
Joshua Jumpahop (The Grasshopper)
Chloe Crafteneye (The Fox)
Benjamin Buzzenbee (The Bumble Bee)
Oscar Oakenut (The Squirrel) 
Molly Maggenprop (The Magpie)
Christopher Croakalot (The...

Read More

I know it’s easier to catch a breeze or two, once we have been around the bend. We should take the time to watch the leaves among the trees every now and then. We should...

Read More

I’m sitting in a dark, nothing but a T.V. on.
I’m watching horror movies, or am I watching paint dry.
I see people, I see faces, but I still can’t shake the feeling I’m being watched.
A scream...

Read More

Do not be self-conscious or anything, but I have got my big ,rotatorof an eye on you.
I know your mama and yourdad, and I’m willing to let them know if you are not being true.
I...

Read More

Roman à clef tragicomedy...
overlaid with façade of fiction = Mein Kampf

No need for yours truly to dig deep,
(albeit bonafide figuratively)
by Dickens thru mine Uriah Heep,
a gnarled mass creep
ping, comprising, encompassing, glomming
abysmal existence strewn with hard...

Read More

Dear Poetic War

I'm here to inform you to change your name to (War Shoe.)
Warlock doesn't even fit you!
I have many ways to insult you.
I have to play nice, can't you see all them evil eyes!
Poetic...

Read More

Glisten like the moonlight in my eyes
Listen to the words of my mouth now
I crumble, I stumble upon my speech
I assume, I resume on like you’re out of my reach 

I listened to your lies…
I...

Read More

~ Yes, I'll set here with Him and with you, but only for a moment... " 
Yes talk some alone with you and Jesus! " Of my many dreams.For my new, and expanding family, 
and for...

Read More

The wood misunderstood the knife, the ax, the scythe
though for centuries it had sheltered man and should not
have misunderstood man's intent.

Wind chimes sublime mime melodies wordless tones
without rhyme noting not the passing of time.

The endless...

Read More

Hi dear friends, I’m back after a bad shingles attack and straight after that bronchitis verging on pneumonia.

Little Robin red breast bobbing up and down,
Would take away with glee, anybody’s frown
And friendly buzzing Mr Bumble...

Read More

Miss Honey Bunny has been all over the world and even in space.
She likes to tell her stories of each happy and special place.
She's a beautiful bunny with soft white fur and around her neck...

Read More

The Dilettante Diaries: "The Bumble Bee Big Blue Sky Boston Two Step on Love Street"


She said, "Pffft Bumble Bees Rule, 
No Bees, no World
Shy Little Hearts 
Big power 
freedom wings
realised 
dreams into reality
unfurls
Who’s to write...

Read More

Yep I reckon I'll go out, about a bit to roam, and talk a while 
and ponder I will, yep, set here and talk some alone with God 
of the many a sorted thing, and...

Read More

I've been unfaithful
A complicated person...
I've been uninventful
A sick son of a gun...

I did you so much harm
So, I want to keep you warm
In my arms tonight...so out of sight
In my embrace of everything's alright

Darling, why...

Read More

Behind forest there is beautiful meadow
Upon it trees cast shadow
The extensive boughs of oak tree
Give it primordial majesty

Beneath the forest a stream
In which all kinds of fish swim
Small lake nourishes the stream
It is wonderful like...

Read More

I feel if you want to steal my limelight
then you had best learn to rhyme tight,
and double up your rhyme with each line 
like mine so that I might feel the fright, 
decline and beeline...

Read More

Death

Words rip through the night sky
They conspire to tear a hole through reality
A reality created in your eyes

Taped tightly to your mouth is a bill of lies
That you have yet to unroll
And it's constricting your...

Read More

Cold air whistles acquainting
me with Arctic Blast, when
roundly forcing acquiescing
into half foursquare corner, activating
most recent spate of

     ideal linkedin warm weather
ah...,my favorite sweet
     spot for read ding
partially...

Read More

IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY - LXXXII

    for Carlos Bousoño, the eminent Spanish critic, poet and professor
           who maintained that if...

Read More

WORD PLAY

                        Tasting butter from toast
      ...

Read More