Long Bumbles Poems

From the beeginning


A heart beats…
A heart beats again…
A heart beats…and then another.
A heart beats…
And then another
And then another
And then another,
Until the rhythm of the hearts sounds like thunder!
Welcome to life inside the cocoon…


Eyes open. ...

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Bee Plus


Sure it’s nice to learn, but I could never sit still…
(Humble!  Sit up properly in your chair and stop moving about!)
I had my head in the clouds; never my mind on the quill…
(Humble!...

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My silent serene soul softly craves your candles of crystalline calm. 
Your gallant greens of golden glow gently beam with bumbles, bashing blissful thoughts in a thundering whisper.

Our chemistry and connection is madly enchanted in...

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I hold you ...
tight to my chest
but with a concerned tenderness,
as if you are an infant
that I am shielding from a storm ...
or an angel of Valhalla -
her last breath given, ear-to-heart
for the soft-thrumming rhythm...

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Still being drank all throughout whatever heat of the day.

Like the boxcar Children Daniel Boon and Nancy Drew being read to the little ones,
Credences' Have You Ever Seen the Rain, and Fleetwood Mack's Songbird, along...

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Like a hypnotized maniac
on quaaludes and Prozac
still trying desperately
to get back to the nineties
17 not 19

still dreaming and
scheming to find a way 
to become their great grandparents
like back in the olden days
when everybody had to
do...

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WHERE BUMBLES BOUNCE

       Daisies, Zinnias, Lilacs in kaleidoscope of floral display
       on pink, purple. blue, yellow glow, nodding faces in gay,
  ...

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Demon, tread thee soft near me, I burn, your hellish progeny
Born of you 'midst bumbling ire - frozen stiff with spiteful fire

Every secret gained in treason begs to hone an edge of reason
Ragged smile, sharpened...

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There among the petals of my past as miniature wings buzz, 
bouncing here and there, my mind follows their wayward path,  
becoming lost within the patterns meandering, recalling those 
moments when we imagined this...

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All dressed in green, the rose bush beams
like a child's blushing cheeks and pursed lips;
these debutants jilted by bees
forever wanting to be kissed.
A carpet of phlox giggles like a young lady
and drips over the wall...

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"Be like a flower ... gentle, quiet and humble."
                          ...

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Where bumbles bounce and witches fly
Faeries and jet streams in yesterday’s sky
I glance up and see an eagle so high
And I laugh at the juiciness of yesterday’s sky

They are hop skipping and flitting and fluttering...

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They pollinate our farms
Without them, what would we do?
They give us the opportunity
To eat those veggies and fruits

They pollinate our farms
Help us to satisfy our appetites
With gourmet cuisines grown
By those who know the richest earth

They...

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“the honeycomb’s all empty,
buzzing awoke memories-
a queen- deep medallion and black,
wings rest atop cherry trees” 

noontime breaks and my soul awakens to thoughts
of when youth was pure- 
I catch a glimpse of a flying insect...

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Forgiveness always welcomes every Chance!
She finds her way beneath the Cry and Hue*,
Her gentle eye ne’er looks at one askance…

To him, who Bumbles... asks her for a Dance,
She smiles, demure, but to her Love, stays...

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Best of friends 
Are me and ewe,
Ain't no ends... 
For us two...

Spent all the day 
One day a year,
Running away
From our shear

Not with our kin
And not in the barn,
Not soon to be in
Grandma's yarn 

Lucky...

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I meander the winding pebble path
where the bumbles bounce . . . 
holding back my sorrow and wrath,
for my beloved lay in eternal peace;
among bird songs that never cease.

A place of tears and grief...

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Winnie the Pooh never knew
 the trek that honey seekers tread
that mysterious drive askew
 that drove them to the fragrance of a hidden bed
and a hundred blushing blossoms bounce and prance
 with soft fuzzy cuddlers...

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I meander the winding pebble path
where the bumbles bounce . . . 
holding back my sorrow and wrath,
for my beloved lay in eternal peace;
among bird songs that never cease.

A place of tears and grief alive...

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I’ve come back to that place 
where bumbles bounce and blooms bedazzle -
a place that ought to be one of happy recollections,
for it is so pretty here. . . even now,
and the air so fragrant.

Despite...

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I came to thee by the Rumbum tree,
when you were the height of the grasshopper's knee,
Came a trumping sounded as a fruit fell free,
landing with a splat, rumbumbly bee!

Well you could not believe your eyes!
Rumbum...

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When Love forgets, for once, to pass me by,
And bats her lashes, smiles, and slows her walk,
Then, I’m a baby chick, that wants to fly...

Oft, Fortune, not forgetful, makes me ply
My patience, when I’d rather...

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How busy, busy is the life
Fat-arsed but Oh so humble Bumble Bee
He has no worries. What a simple life
Unhappy. How can he be?

He trundles round my garden where my roses grow
He is so gentle and...

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I live on Bella Boulevard.
Some call it “Singles Street.”
For residents, life can be hard,
and many long to meet
someone. They wish to be discreet.
These ladies will be caught off-guard,
their faith in men so sorely marred,
their equilibrium...

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I think that I shall never see
A lovely poem written in defense of the bumblebee!
The ponderous and not so glamorous humble bee -
Obviously dreamed up by a senatorial sub committee!

An old stump that in summer...

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