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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 to elegant performance
starring Faye Dunaway.
Crossword puzzle momentarily
distracted by amazing fete
observing crucial insect necessary
transferring pollen to pistils of flowers
with each subsequent visit
impossible mission to differentiate
one amongst countless
gently rumbling Bombus.
June 14th, 2020 thoughts
of doomsday far and away
pitch perfect afternoon yippie yie yay
I could squander hours
observing miracle worker relay
unwittingly alighting then planting pollen,
i.e. the male gametophyte
(DNA) of seed plants
transported to female part of flower
to enable plant to reproduce.
Quintessential lesson relearned
live life foreplay
until... hair turns
more'n fifty shades of gray
pronouncedly more noticeable since salons
and barbershops under lockdown
onset of coronavirus
(COVID-19) spells hooray
satisfying grim reaper
until vaccine acquired
meanwhile (back at the ranch)
think laboratory smart people linkedin,
qua advocating preventive measures,
a fancy word for test
iz pseudo synonym immunoassay
whispered to yours truly courtesy
twittering and tweeting blue jay.
How uncomplicated existence
allotted to birds and bees
simple straight forward purpose
additionally as by-product
to cultivate cheese
just cut away any moldy part
lest thee exhibit symptoms
synonymous contracting poison
(less painful than scorpion sting),
nevertheless nsync with illness
expanding thru body
on par with generic
garden variety archetype disease
ah, I sure wish being human
constituted less cumbersome complication
instead comprised
supercalifragilisticexpialidocious ease
as iterated with aforementioned
half dozen simple life forms
some of which can survive extreme temperatures
and/or even suffering thru a deep freeze
now upon reaching the end,
I expect nothing more emphatic
than ye to ejaculate Geez!
For: SEASONS NOW AND AFTER Poetry Contest Sponsor: Nette Onclaud Date: August 6, 2025
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Somewhere between the summer and the rain
you left and left me lonesome once again.
The tiger-lily and the bumblebee
are pleased to keep their simple company.
The young black-tailed deer and her spotted fawn
take morning leisure on the fresh mown lawn
Two-by-two life moves through each season's flow,
How each day follows day I do not know.
Snapdragons bloom amongst the marigold,
the sun and rain still color rainbows bold.
But I am paused within Autumn's shadow;
Loneliness becomes my cold bedfellow.
Imagine, for this night, you are the queen of Fairy Tale land.
I, too, am a prince, from Make-Believe kingdom.
From beyond our cocooned proximity,
the night shimmers in and thickens to a silken thread of moonlight
that the crone will soon spindle into her never-ending story
of billion constellations, both seen and unseen
by naked, desperate novas.
We, entwined, like the roots under a rabid rainforest,
pale as innocence, battering feverishly against the stones for ever afters,
seize Avalon, and reject Camelot.
The canopy of fireflies synchronises in raw euphoria,
a rebel Excalibur.
The wind matures around us.
Tomorrow may be an inevitable notion,
but my queen of Fairy Tale land,
my sword, shield, bow, toothbrush, unicorn,
a worn-out copy of The Arabian Nights,
all lay bare before your lion throne.
This world was once a crevice between fire and ice.
Fire and ice run in our veins,
from me to you and back into the realm of drunken fairies,
where the bumblebee heart of the day
is yet to ignite the pomegranate sky.
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Date: 17 / 02 / 2016
Sun rising casts red against gray
Those wispy cobalt streaks
Trying to keep the sun at bay
While roosters crow across the creek
A jet leaves its exhaust behind
White against a blue sky
Such a clear blue this morn~magic
For poet's aging eyes
The clouds are supposed to bring rain
Water in the makin'
A dampness in the air surrounds
But out here joy in the takin'
Cocoon wrapped waits for metamorphosis
Surrounded by His love
As the clouds slowly change and move
Entertained from above
The mood disturbed by man's noise
Closed eyes against the world
The dove's voice begins to sooth
Then tires begin to whorl
As a bumblebee seeks a meal
Inside begonia's bud
The sun slowly slips up higher
Now in middled of sun's flood
Life's duties call out come inside
Where waits a flowing tide
Thank you, God, for time on the porch
For Your love in which I hide
"To be in nature remote, alone is to enter
a portal into another realm unknown."
Quote _by Constance
When broken I find peace in nature's essence,
surround by lush trees, birds, and butterfly wings;
I sink into tranquil peace and quiescence.
How lovely a butter' on a flower clings;
oh my- a bright hummer' pulls on my heartstrings !
In hidden places birds twitter songs for me,
I hear the whisper of their wings fluttering;
wish I had wings filigree and feathery.
Now a bumblebee glides his buzz uttering;
Oh, what are those sweet little birds muttering !
I feel a veil of peace falling in my mind,
wish I could bottle this feeling and keep it;
when a return to nature and my soul twined.
And all those fluttering wings will never quit;
for in my memory each scene- I commit !
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February 04, 2022
Poetry/Quintain(English)/Fluttering Wings
Copyright Protected, ID 02-1427-878-04
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Quintain (English)
sponsor, Emile Pinet, Judged 03/17/2022
First Place
Walking down the street I saw
Both bumblebee and fairy,
Vampires, witches, and some monsters
Scarier than scary.
A gladiator strolled beside
Some high-heeled sexy nurses,
And several aliens who came
From distant universes.
A firefighter and his friends,
All hero-types in tights,
Escorted princesses and queens,
And several elves and sprites.
Such simple costume magic
Formed this Halloween display,
To lift us from the daily grind
And keep the drab at bay.
Reality’s suspended,
And we cross into the realm
Of wonder and enchantment,
With a dreamer at the helm.
So dive into this haven’s
Pure ethereal delight;
To fantasy, surrender,
If only for one night.
Some orange, purple and magenta...
Some crimson, yellow, red...
Cascade walls in soft rainbow shades.
Fountain of colors flow rooftop to balcony,
parapets and gates in gorgeous radiance.
An awestruck seduced bumblebee,
in abundance of pink champagne, cried
"My god, you are so beautiful"....
The bougainvillea vine, a triplet cluster,
unassuming small petals, dull, pale, white.
"With no fragrance in my poor heart within,
only a cosmetic trick of colorful bracts.
Leaves in disguise show off bright camouflage,
beacon butterflies, they come close to me.
Paper glamour withers, brittle, soft, thin,
My beauty is deep, only up to skin !"
Dated 15th April, 2019
Craig Cornish 's Bougainvillea Contest
Labyrinthia P. Babineaux …………… The White Witch of the Lower 9th Ward
Papa Babineaux …………………………… The Father, an honest apothecary
Algebra Babineaux ……………………… The even-tempered Mother
Bumblebee Babineaux ………………… The precocious younger Sister
Gnat Babineaux …………………………… The curious little Brother
Cabernet Babineaux …………………… The distant Cousin
Ulysses “Zully” Kowolski ……………… The world-weary Sailorman
Nikita Something ………………………… The learned Creole Seer
Mitchell Hollywood ………………………. The adulterous Inn Keeper
Tom Sickley …………………………………… The disingenuous Feather Merchant
Fr. Marcus Paternoster ……………...... The lecherous Clergyman
Steve Merkin ………………………………… The unscrupulous Accountant
Vince Fettish ………………………………… The nefarious Fantasy Man
Xerxes the Great …………………………… The Emperor of Persia and Media
Dante Foolhardy …………………………... The Stultifying Court Jester
John Travailleur, Esq. …………………… Just another John
Plus … townspeople, pirates, Indians, street musicians and beggars, Cajuns, swamp rats, women, young ladies, and girls.
an enormously ambitious bumble bee
refused to help her hive with the royal jelly
she flew away and was now wild and free
settling in the Ozark Mountains of Tennessee
She loved bluegrass music and slapping of a knee
squatted in a hickory and there was no fee
her neighbor’s muscle car was from the Grand Prix
She was delighted to see this in Tennessee
Her new roommate was a lively chickadee
the art they used was made by handsome Paul Klee
a convict found them and begged to live in their tree
it was the first argument if you ask Lee or me
convict arrived anyway with his wife Merry Dee
His wife was a llama, he was a brown monkey
welcome new friends, said the loving chickadee
his wife was not happy; she could not climb the tree.
find him on his back and think, he is a withered leaf so i pick him up from the
porch but he buzzes, his whole body vibrating, it is quite wonderful really, so
i know he is still alive, gentle, I place him on a pansy flower where he sips
nectar, and he sips to my delight, but can he fly, his long legs feel and cling, so
i place him in the shade of a leaf, and tell him to get some rest but first i admire
his beauty, nature did that, when i come back to check, he is gone and that
is true happiness, i weep because i saved a bee today.
little bee landing
on my pansy for nectar
butterfly came too
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June 4, 2018
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Added after contest judged- July 5, 2018
Poetry/Haibun/Bumblebee
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1028-431-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Haibun
Sponsor, Mick Talbot
Second Place