Long Bumblebee Poems

Groundhog day 2024 or Forty one days since 2023 Winter Solstice

Rather than be a day late
and dollar short, I opted   
to post poem acknowledging
the second of February,
where eponymous groundhog
gets his (most often male)
foretelling...

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The bird brigade has been summoned.
The empathy princess is down. Completely depleted of all energies, through ridiculously and blatantly giving too much of herself to others again.
I’m lying on the grass, prone, watching a cricket...

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As a writer of fiction novels, I positively basked in my work,
Story ideas lived in my head, as blue stars at twilight lurk.

Yes, I was a successful writer, and had many zealous readers,
As vee shaped...

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The curtain rises on Bumblebee Babineaux walking self-confidently along Chartres Street.

Bumblebee [singing]: Ain’t nothin’ gonna break my stride, nobody’s gonna slow me down. Oh, no, I got to keep on movin’… 

Tom Sickley, a disingenuous...

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COOL CALM CHAOS

           Eager egrets hopping on mossy glossy grass of desert
           Cake made of...

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"Imagination is as imagination does."
-- a poet of a truly handsome imagination

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On every "Help! Oh, help! I'm in a Pickle!" Pickle Day,
Ms. Superhero Fancy one true super-duper fay
along with...

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Tom: Well, do tell? But like I said, I’m not a stranger. I’m a businessman; and more than that. Why, I could be just like a brother to you if you’d let me. Besides, I...

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“50 Words for Poe: Phantasmagoria”




“Darling, there’s someone here 
who would like to meet you...”

This was how it all began -

‘twas the night of the Ghost Ball
the room was pumping
and the Lothario put on a good...

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I was a famous, American actress, who adored performing for live audiences,
In stage plays, both modern and classic, like velvet time, which often rushes.

Rose acclaim filled long, chaotic days, of colorful masquerades and fulfillment,
Like Sleeping...

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Every other Friday afternoon before Bumblebee would leave on her special errand, her mother would open the old cedar trunk at the foot of her bed and give Bumblebee three things to carry with her...

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with natural binaural and visual ambience...
courtesy bumblebee pollinating clover

Diaphanous wings yield live airplay
vibrations undulate thru ethereal airway
rippling glorious edifications allay
gorgeous fauna and floral array
ears and eyes beheld
awesome buzzfeeding display
flight of the bumblebee laden with pollen
analogous...

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Piecing together Harris/ Kuritsky tattered family tree
(Betsy Ross would beam at unflagging effort)

Ah, here all along yours truly
thought himself an abductee,
and/or zoologically
linkedin with chimpanzee,
hence imagine my disappointment
flipping laminated pages ye

ja undertook undoubtedly
painstaking effort,
plus wireless subcommittee
stitched...

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glancing at thee beautiful doll female human, 
   an aggregate of positivity arose. That four 
tut hood toward slender youthful looking chica 
   figuratively took my breath away. She galore
re: us...

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Grace Harbour
First into Grace Harbour
Me in classic sailboat
At anchor alone
In Desolation Sound
Where silence reveals the place
And the world is bigger
Because I can hear its’ vastness
It’s Bioacoustic diversity
Seals surface, gulls dive, water ripples.
A breeze in a...

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Already noticeably marked
increase in daylight
yours truly courtesy affected
qua heliotropic phenomenon
finds me noggin gently being tugged
upward and westward ho toward sun
after dark mine talking head 
rests downward and eastward.

Soon very indistinct
environmental intimations 
regarding onomatopoeic
ubiquitous murmurings,
whereby old...

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Someday I'd like to wander free
like butterfly, like bumblebee,
perhaps to plant a willow tree
beside the silent solemn sea,

before these things exist no more,
from mountain top to shifting shore,
when, soon, bald eagles cease to soar
and build...

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I am fearfully, wonderfully made
There are two eyes in  my head with which I  see
Two ears one on each side to hear birds chirp, leaves russle, that please
One mouth  with which I...

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Let's travel and see what we can see,                           ...

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*****This repost is one of my more unique romantic poems. It tells a story, in a little cafe, somewhere this side of love*****





Lady, with blossom buds in thy hair....

   how fortuitous for me...

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"Husk"




3 decades sucked out the marrow
Swallowed yesterdays
Spits out a Queen from the crumbling Tower

Ten of swords 
High Priestess
Tarot

Husk arisen
Papillon Lefevre will be killed and bitten
Princess supersedes Queen to conquer Life

Through 'true' Love this is written
So...

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The Bumblebee 

He grew up in a poor household, thought
sofa-beds were the norm, but his mother
an eager reader had many books that were
given and sometimes stolen, often from 
those who thought books were decorations
beside a...

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Lady, with blossom buds in thy hair....

   how fortuitous for me the day is sweeter 

   in the shade of your presence;

   what tall stock thy stem, and flowered

...

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Crickets play and sing wildly
mowed fields full of grain.
A sultry summer day is behind us.
The dough of summer heat sticks to my bare breasts.
It is impossible to fall asleep.
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My queen.
Down the moonlight, you descend.
You enter...

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Springtime rain brings fresh array 
of flowers east to west.
The Rockies’ red and purple tufts
of mountain pride are best. 
And mats of foliage named moss pink face south to get the sun
while buttercups put forth...

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The stilled portrait tells of a past
A past where the painted girl in blue ran wild
Dandelions clutched in her small fists
A penny in a wishing well
Her ear pressed to a conch
Wanting
Hoping
Needing to know you really...

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