Long Hexagonal Poems
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A Monotetra
You may see a fluttering bee,
in the forest, or on a leaf,
of some sweet and gummy tree;
leave him be, leave him be.
Perhaps he’ll hum around a flower,
in some green and mossy bower;
that little bee has oh, such power;
leave him be, leave him be.
He may alight upon a clover,
on the nose of your dog, Rover,
truly he will fly all over;
leave him be, leave him be.
Bees produce some wondrous honey,
thrilling to palate and tummy,
ever so deliciously yummy;
leave him be, leave him be.
Fuzzy little wuzzy things,
make honey that’s mouth-watering,
with tiny little ambitious wings;
leave him be, leave him be.
Little hexagonal houses, where they live,
cone for chewing, sweet treats to give;
distribute pollen, like a sieve;
leave him be, leave him be.
Honey is the healthy food,
sweetener that doesn’t change the mood,
it even makes great glue;
a friend is bee, a friend is bee.
I, bee recons that you shall never think
Any other tiny flying artists that sting
We sting a bit just to defend and protect
Ourselves and our masterful engineering project
We're cooperatively building a huge beehive
With hexagonal designs-- all sizes jive
Doors’ height and angles are congruent
Accurate measurement--our God's given talent
We follow obediently and respect our queen
Values and virtues we show, can you glean?
Our creativity can help you in your occupation
Making sweets through our assiduous pollination
We work systematically in manufacturing
Following procedures like collecting and packing
After gathering the nectar in our colony
Our wings and breeze duo, turning them into honey
I think, we're one of the most important pollinators
Doing our best in the field of gardening or agriculture
I beg you not to hurt, so we'll always bee-darlings
I'm Jollibee, speaking on behalf of my co-sweet things
We're small flying insects but we're incredible
In the aesthetic works of nature, our God's wonder
May 30, 2022 11.33pm
Note: I miss Jollibee. I love Jollibee so much. My number 1. If you want to see my fave, you can search his picture at google. Thank you
Superhero strobe lighthouse helm hexagonal
Sixty degree angle glass captain bridge
Watchtower for Diminutive Town message
Warns cliff climbers must heed heirachy rule
Soaring steel pylon pinnacle, men microscopic
Sextant lassos moon coins for seafarers
Capsized as whitecaps vomit precarious
Admiral amends an untoward son with his wallet
Navigator Nerida gazes star bright broadwater
Nile writhing serpent steps calm Cleopatra
Societal riser sanitises sympathy's reaction
To hard-knock have-nots, tutorials taught her
Ignore poor crippled car sleepers in their midst
Image is nine tenths of destiny, maintain it
Dim raised to dazzling, finger emblazoned
Bestows dirtily earned glory on emaciated wrist
Beacon lights monarch morrow, slim limbs svelte
Jokers precluded erect huts on soft sand
Jewels crest strawberry sun-light garland
Dangle gold carats in cards her chronicle dealt
Third of November
Superb Vista
without moving anything but my eyes I see
a mouse pad, computer, power cord, phone
fork, knife, spoon, half eaten chunk of meatloaf
stapler, scissors, Clorox wipes
Jason Reynolds and Ibram X Kendi’s books Stamped
without leaving my seat at my desk
I see two bottles of hand sanitizer, my work badge,
a red cloth face mask I am tired of wearing
an address book with a multitude of squiggles
which no one else could read
they might possibly think I was mentally ill if they got closer
by turning only my head to the right I see two notebooks
three pens, one of them happily has red ink
an oversized yellow bottle of water I continually knock over
a roll of blue tape, and a walkie talkie that needs plugged in
I am looking to the left now. Three posters
One says “Effort and Perseverance are the Keys to Success”
There is a blue chair with an ugly hexagonal print in yellow
A bookcase with kinesthetic sand which I love as much as the children
Welcome to an Elementary School Counselor’s Office
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Written 8-17-2021
Lies in the large area of Atlandic deep
Betwixt Florida, Puerto Rico, and Bermuda
A creepy, frightening, and mysterious reef
Formed the devil's triangle above atoll Barbuda
The heavily travelled shipping lanes of the globe
Where vessels vanished in mystic circumtances
Region where aircrafts routinely fly over and rove
But skippers and aviators still believe in chances
With the shot in the arm of weather satellites fly
Seen and noticed the unusual hexagonal clouds
Experts in atmospheric phenomena decrypt the sky
Hoped to save from deadly blast of water-air shrouds
Precioso Tano
May 13, 2017
We emerged from Grand Central Station,
Both ill, alarmed at our situation
Like two invaders, erupting forth
My twin went south, and I went North
I jaywalked reckless nearly hit by a car.
Then saw a bridge over the FDR
I wondered what price would be paid
On autopilot, I came on to the Esplanade
The pavement was wide, hexagonal tiled
The water was brilliant, turbulent wild
It mixed and whirled, restless and free
Yet ever drawn toward the devouring sea.
I got to the hospital, there was a nurse
She asked me questions from bad to worse
She seemed to have heard of my bad reputation
Briefly, I dreamt of Grand Central Station.
Then she asked me if I thought of self-harm
I said no, hoped she wouldn't push the alarm.
The doctor came, showed me the MRI
He flipped the sections, from my brain to my eye
We discussed options, if benign and if not
The biopsy would need x-rays to guide it to the spot
the tumor showed white, by the salivary gland
I turned white too, but stayed in command
Then I walked back, on the esplanade
Thinking life isn't fair, the price never paid
Was this all set in motion, when I made past mistakes?
Should I be angry or was it just the breaks?
Act of nature? Act of men? Either way
Life's river flows on, from the stream to the bay.
Bees
Architectural marvel with hexagonal doorway
Beneath the sky amidst garden and greenway
Stood majestic this wax- hall named ‘Beehive Regal’
And in it gathered great Insecta families several
Host played the Queen bee resplendent with her diet of royal jelly
Using antenna landed all guests in their reserved seats perfectly
Prominent were Carpenter bees, the Bumble bees, the Solitary bees,
Leaf-cutter bees, Mason bees, and few thousand species of other bees
As the Elegant Queen bee addressed, buzz in the hall slipped into pin drop silence
She said lets be glad that we are known to this planet as humble and laborious…
Innumerable flora since ages have survived due to our pollination process
And the fauna dependent on these thus could sustain here with happiness
Harsh breeze or rain, miles countless we hover for nectar from flower to flower
Toil we very hard to make honey from pollen , be it Lavender, Clover,sunflower
We complete food chain , we sustain gene pool diverse and salient
To the humans our gift, bright flowers and fresh fruits opulent
Sans us, this Mother Earth would go barren, lifeless within four years
Regret is humans under spell of greed waves pay no attention,spray chemicals
But lets retain our selflessness and commit to serve the world till we go extinct
All agreed, speech ended, swarm dispersed duty-bound with moist eyes distinct
25th September 2016
My words are depictions of multiple afflictions,
Descriptions with intentions that create infinite dimensions.
Deeper and darker than a black hole in departure.
Saturn hexagonal forces that are diabolical mental sources.
My power increases into pieces of a thesaurus in a thesis.
I swell from hell as you fell with a tucked tail.
Dominant and most prominent.
It's vile with treacherous bile.
My hatred is true matrix in abominable twisted stasis,
In the most horrible of places, each with separate wicked faces.
Amazing hurricane cycles with cryptic psychos.
The rings are things that sings then brings alien beings.
It's atrocious and explosive like Ozzy on Ozzmosis.
Paris idol,
Count of Monte Cristo square,
An angle,
Some graffiti red and purple,
At the last moment I paint:
Phantoms of vampires,
Sarcophagus in pyramid glass,
Portraits in the Louvre castle,
Milady dame,
I'm no longer a donor for this alien dragon,
Abel's blood cries,
This cry goes to the sky,
Two angels,
Lot's house,
Rue du Bac,
Chapel of the Miraculous Medal,
The night,
Notre-Dame in flames,
Fire has the form of the cathedral,
Above this country hexagonal,
Mont Saint Michel like a continent in contrast,
Yellow before blue light, cyan,
Here I'm condemned in orange,
"If they do it when the wood is green, what will happen when it's dry?!",
"Weep for yourselves and for your child",
The natural rainbow appears just now,
To require the blood from beast Cain,
That city full of formal and informal crimes,
Stones of Herod's Temple,
I build my Defense
By the Lamb and Lion,
Like precursor and forerunner Ivanhoe knight,
Too - the count by Mother Immaculate,
Lofty line of Bethlehem star,
On signature of Jonas' sign,
They disregard in vain,
In malignant blindness,
Even she, Lot's wife —
Open eyes shut —
Look at the sanhedrin of Caiaphas,
cardinal maniac Illuminati over time,
Death cap, warning,
A destroying angel over this town,
Amanita all in glossy pale,
Grow worse toward nuclear weapon,
Never to taste,
Chain reaction inside,
Dark hole, femme fatale eats all dwarfs,
Equals in bad,
Like Napoleon Bonaparte at the battle of Berezina,
Bullying fate in dance macabre,
Olympic gold medal for Salome and Herodias,
The gymnast from the exterior courtyard,
Without oil and vine,
In vain asking water from this market named "The Ladies' Delight",
Say my lighthouse on this very toxic planet, going to collapse,
Jean Valjean on Champ de Mars,
In my hand some flagrant clouds,
In flight.
I emerged / born with a silver pen in hand
…and a tempest raging within.
Words writhe, a serpent's coil
…tightening their grip
A soul adrift in a sea of
…self-made iniquity.
I buried my daddy
…in the black shoe
…by the Yew tree
Yes, I, the beekeeper’s daughter
…bearing the weight of hexagonal cells
A hive of memories
…buzzing with secrets.
The bell jar shattered
….a fractured hive.
Its glass walls no longer a prison
…but a shattered cocoon
……a metamorphous!
Pain and disdain drip like honey
…a bittersweet nectar of survival.
He, a poet
…crowned in the harsh light of fame
Bound in chains of duty and shame
His words
…a romance of lure and alarm.
Echoing the sirens' song
…enticing and harmful.
Yet, his tongue
…a viper’s forked lie.
Whispers truths and half-truths
…conjuring illusions to die.
Wandering the maze of being
A little fugue of
…fractured fairytales.
Each note a fleeting glimpse of clarity
Lost in the discordant
…cacophony of life's emptiness.
Like my "Little Fugue" a dance of shadows
A journey through the corridors of the mind
Seeking answers in the interplay of light and dark
Striving for harmony amidst the chaos
Parchment of blood and ink I leave
A riddle of life and death's plea
Maniacal madness with visions slight
A macabre dance upon the night.
Ariel, brings lightning and fire!
With heavy heart
…I sealed my children's room.
Softly kissed them farewell
……Extinguishing the final flame within.
Enveloped in oblivion's velvet veil
………Yielding to the oven’s cold caress.
…………No, more morning songs...
Inscribed a cryptic goodbye
Breathed in the silent slayer.
For, I Lady Lazarus
…Dying is an art
……Faded into the ether…
Her blacks crackle and drag, a fire of new birth
Flames licking at the borders of life
Consumed by oblivion's greedy blaze
Lost in the vast cosmic ray.
The embers die
…a fleeting spark gone
No masterpiece
…….just dust reclaimed
A silent echo in the void unstained.
A mystery lost
………never quite explained.
Yet, God's Lioness
...Fierce and Untamed
Roaring her defiance
…Covered in darkness…
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Underneath the star-strewn skies
A fleeting passing note.
Lost in the vast expanse
Living on the edge
For, I am but a speck of dust.