Long Busy bee Poems

Each ego identity,
whether of busy bee
or slacker sloth,
recreates its uniquely sacred eco-Other,
mutually capable of Win-Win intentional experience
and memory
toward appreciating capital investments
in further living, not deadening, artifacts
through each personal life 
both cooperative and competing
so far.

So
every shrinking...

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[ ... story with context, a plausible universe with top and bottom
  a coat of cosmos covering
  over a subterranean protoverse of potential fields
  a quantum cellar creating
  the very big...

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My deplorable emotional collapse. 

Lucky for me, she happened to be in her many hour siestas!

My dear sister amelie came over (previously arranged to pick up some rocks that z mama rolled in a pile)...

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Bygone Days
Written: By Tom Wright
4/3/2007

Remember the slogan
 “Haskell is moving, are you pushing?

The railroad depot stands no more
In the spot it occupied for so long.
Instead in it’s space, a Homeland store,
But in my memory it...

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So blinded by tears 
Fighting off childish fears
There's hope to find; actually, there's some here in your heart and it can be hidden in your wit 
Sometimes, I don't mind being left behind come to...

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I'm the roving reporter on the move again
(despite having a cold I had to take the children to gymnastics and because I'm disorganised I'm crossing several lanes of traffic on foot whilst they are in...

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Here, another page in her book
another page for her masterpiece
a collage of all the memoirs, the monologues, the stories
every single one in her name
the words I pasted together to form a conclusion
an abstract art to...

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Human, I am...
with a nagging existential curiosity 
about people, nature, and life in general. 
A spiritual being, I am...
I indulge in woolgatherings and strolls.
A poet, I am... 
I'm always doing the cha-cha-cha with my muse.
I...

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W- When clouds gather more each day, we know winter is here to stay.
       I-  In our houses we preparing, while nature had already.
    ...

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Woozy the witch fuelled up her chrome studded besom 

Which was parked in the garage at the Cromlech at noon

She polished dusted and oiled the vintage broom’s motor

And applied magic spittle to fix butterfly wings...

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CHILDREN AND THE PHONE
 
Children stumbling upon the wonder of a phone,
Can turn the mundane into a humor-filled zone.
Giggling and squirming, full of curiosity,
They stumbled upon a wild world of hilarity.

They tapped carelessly and swiped...

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Dear guys,size and weight doesn't really matter,                    A small mouse can make a hole in a...

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Out there alone in the deep wide sea,
Catching some fish I sat,
Came around me this busy bee,
For a deep down debted chat.

Among ~dasvidanyas~ and ~privets~ 
I gloomed as the chirps do when the sun sets.
Those...

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"GOD IS"

GOD IS...
In every puffy cloud,
In all the rain and snow,
In every thunder roll,
And every lightning show.

GOD IS...
In every blade of grass,
In every leaf and tree,
In every flower petal,
And every busy bee.

GOD IS...
In every stirring...

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I sit among the audience of my thoughts
Upon a chair 
With my feet up high casually on a table
My senses, my breath, my heart rate is stable
Silence at this very moment is my mind’s favorite...

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(enjoy the puns) 

I happen to be a busy bee
always racing with time
since time how it flies for busy bees
Ah wish I could just lasso it
like a cowboy does his horse
and thereby bring it to...

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As a poet, I'm not bound by rules, only my imagination.
There's ink in my veins, gathering visions for inspiration.
I paint words on paper, instead of on canvas with a brush
Poetry is my aphrodisiac. It provides...

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There are garlands on my stairway and lights upon my tree.
My house is growing festive as Christmas time draws near.
Stockings are hung on the fireplace for kitty and for me.
Welcome to my holiday home at...

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Bretts Grandpa,was
old and kind.
He loved to play the
harmonica,at Christmas time.
It sent the chills,up and
down my spine.

When I first met him,
Brett wasn't sure f he
would even like me.
But,we hit it off,like
a busy bee,and the life
of a...

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I traversed from a world that I knew,
To a place which was completely pure and new.
The journey that I went through I have no clue,
I still wonder if it was a dream or true.

I shuttle...

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The Street Cleaner 
He is not a lucky man, but he is happy but one day he won on a lottery ticket, 
not a not a big sum of money but enough to by wheelbarrow...

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Housework what a chore
I refuse to do it any more 
My poor hands have blisters 
And my hands are sore
Oh my what a bore.

The more you do
The more you find
It's such hard work
And I don't...

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Randy sings to me sweetly, so neatly the rhymes of my time.
I was engaged on his stage in his muse, I use my own rhyme.
I'm inspired, never tired of listening, glistening in a fun sunny...

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I send the busy bee my eyeful messenger
Buzzing and searching in the forests of Chibok
But not a sign of little angels of Chibok anywhere
Little angels of Chibok talk to me, where are you?
	
The Harmattan that...

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Dedication to Meals on Wheels People

As my Mother's health diminished,
I came to be exceedingly grateful for
'The Meals on Wheels People'~
An endearing name,she chose to call them.

I couldn't be there for her as I was as
work,...

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