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The splendor of books enthralled me early in life,
being attracted by the weird animations imprinted in them.
The nascent imagination of the five-year old
morphed within me as an exploring book worm.
I grew up with other timely interests in the transit,
many passing passions came and went,
but looking for mystery the childhood book worm grew
as a constant companion creeping secretively in my head.
The lure of books attracted me to the bookstores
like an obsessed honey bee to the posy of flowers.
I enjoyed the flavor of the mystifying nectar,
concealed in the suspense scripted by Doyle or Christie.
In my journey through the corridors of unveiling mystery,
created by Sherlock Holmes or Hercule Poirot,
I took up their roles till I reached the precinct of the last pages
where the ace sleuths solved the enigmatic puzzles.
Although my old myopic eyes degenerated very much,
the strain over the years made the failing vision blurred,
the senile book worm still crawls to find the mystery clues,
letting me feel the power of fiction.
[Postscript: Ah, the vagaries of English. In England, your bum is your bottom... not the scruffy bloke who lives in your shed!]
I got up and Daddy said Good morning Sonny
Sit down for breakfast, we’ve got bread and honey
I asked him where honey comes from ’cause it’s yum
He told me it comes from a bumble bee’s bum
So I asked my teacher, she told me it’s true
It is pretty much like what your dad said to you
What bees eat at one end they quickly discover
That sweet tasting honey comes out of the other
Next morning to prove I’m a grown up lad
I got up first to make breakfast for Dad
I made bread and honey the best I was able
And then Dad came down and he sat at the table
He took a big bite and his jaw dropped a little
Then he coughed it all out with a shower of spittle
It’s okay I said if it tastes a bit funny
I thought for a change we’d have Rottweiler honey
[Footnote: In case I’ve just put everyone off their honey, I consider it my civic duty to point out that honey ISN’T bee poop........ It’s bee vomit. Enjoy your breakfast!]
My Valentine has a ticket to ride;
So London town beware!
New wings will carry her up north;
A pass to Leicester Square.
Let Big Ben toll and chime aloud;
St James's Park prepare;
The hustle of the Covent calls;
For her to stop and glare.
Our Festival halls a singing show;
But not a stage needs she;
For Shakespeare wets her rosy lips;
Or a lovely cup of tea.
A winking Thames will guide her way,
Along a South Bank charming;
For knowing swans will nod and sway;
To see again their darling.
And she indeed is friend in kind;
To changing guards and steads;
A wine bar to intrigue her sense;
But a wooden hut to feast!
She rides the tube - this surfing queen;
No palace holds her bound;
No chains to shackle regal wrists;
In no tower is she found.
Free as the wind, sweet honey bee;
She feeds my love in rations;
My desire for her will never fade;
But London is her passion!
Joy of pleasure, a child of poor parents,
Bliss alone founts from a perpetual spring,
Joy fancies scores of fond uncles and aunts,
Never lasts long the song they choose to sing.
Being a moth made of mere moments nigh,
It sleeps all day, to wake in glare of night,
O Bliss, thou art a dancing butterfly
That spreads its beauteous wings in Nature’s light.
Perhaps I should call thee a honey bee
That gently sucks nectar from a flower
Beetle, nor ever a black bumblebee
That plums and cherries a whole would devour.
Thou art a Lark that no rain clouds would chase,
The bane of joy of pleasure’s to be blasé.
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Sonnet |04.10.2010| joy, pleasure, bliss
Poet’s Note: Mundane joys and pleasures are carnal and they never last long, unlike bliss that founts from deep within. As a popular poetic imagination goes, an Indian Lark, called Chatak, drinks directly from raindrops falling in its widely open beak. It prefers to go thirsty but would never appease rain clouds.
The green buds burst forth on the stem
Open gently breathe, as life returns again
Pressing forth, drinking the new days light
The sun returns from its winter flight
The leaves open and spread their charms
As a lover opens wide her arms
Taking the inquisitive honey bee
To pollinate and set fruit on the tree.
To watch it blossom, bloom and grow
Give thanks to God and let him know
Gratitude for his creation grand
The breath of life, the guiding hand
His words are written a guide to all
Help us live, lift us when we fall
From the start of his creation true
Give thanks to him that’s where it's due.
From Genesis through to Revelation
His scriptures a guide to his creation
The gospels tell of his loving son
Whose gave his life for everyone.
Spring returns to our hemisphere
Let’s give thanks to him that we are here.
As the days lengthen we all say ‘Come on’
Welcome to spring and winter be gone.
© 20/01/2103~GG~
.Contest Entry:
From the bottom of my heart
I thank you honey bee
for all that liquid gold
that's bought and sold
Your precious honey from your tiny womb
Yes God bless thy fine honeycomb.
But sorry for stealing
your liquid of healing!
And thankyou baa baa bleating sheep
for your warming fluffy wool
The cold makes the babies weep
and they could die of the cool.
Mother hen to you thankyou
for protein packed trays of gratis eggs
and forgive me, for delicious drumstick legs!
And mooing cows sorry for taking
your calf's milk we too love drinking
for cakes have to be baking
Ah, and apologies for loving those tasty fish fillets
Coated and fried in those fine sizzling skillets
And thankyou little silkworm
Silken dresses have been the norm
Deers thankyou for musk, and venison for the meal
Apologies to calves for partaking of their veal.
Ah thankyou God for all that food
If we thank Him not we're ingrates rude.
Oh,my dear busy honey bee,
Your life is very interesting to know, Are you an insect of five eyes and six legs to see, And you fly about 25 kmh just like the wind blow.
Oh,my dear charming odorant collector,
You have 170 different odor receptors at all hours, .. That help them distinguish flowers and.collect nectar, And you make half pound of honey from one million flowers.
Oh ,my dear brave honey bee, You can live up to eight years, Queen bee lays thousand eggs per day at glee, If a queen bee dies the workers bee create it to live.
Oh,my dear bizarre honey bee , You have two stomachs for eating and storing, How can you process nectar into honey ease?,
And I don't know how you make pollen into bread as an exploring.
Oh,my dear hardworking honey bee,
You don't sleep and take short period of rest, And you symbolise hardwork,team work please, I wonder how do you build nest from wax blessed.
Oh ,my dear honey bee of fine fortune, If a bee flies into a house,it will be a good sign, You can recognize and differentiate human faces often, And you will recall faces for a month after a look of fine.
On the wind,a bell
Muffled from across the square
Raindrops fill the air
on the lawn
as summer draws to its close
lily petals timeworn
kissing-gate swinging-
eternally hitched to you
my heartfelt love
shadows in the sky-
fluttering across my eye
a brown butterfly
the country stile
hedged the wild flower meadow
where I sit awhile
he dusted the album-
a memory of love
trickled down his cheek
out of the blue
the honey bee
sings with delight
nearby in sunshine
a blackberry blossoms
winter's summer pudding
in the silence
my thoughts plod the path
of yesteryear
In my old calendar
her yesterdays-
in tears I reminesce
waters of Spring
in the paddy field-
green shoots in my heart
The honeybee skilfully builds her cell.
She graciously secrete the wax,
Labours hard to store it well
And blesses others with the honey she makes.
The honey bee blesses each hour,
And gather honey all the day
From every shining flower
And sweetens hearts everyday.
Her smiles sweeten
When the heart get bitter.
Her words sweeten
When the heart get sour.
She is the Honey bee;
Garnished with mellifluous teeth;
Whose personality is like that of a Queen bee;
Whose presence is as a cool stream to weary feet.
Oh, come and have a sublime taste of honey;
A gift you can't buy with money.
Come and behold the eyes dripping with honey;
From morning until evening.
Dedicated to Oyindamola Tayo
The springtime sunrays shined on the wood
From wild flowers drifted the sweet scent
The branch of the rejuvenated trees would
Try to grow high hearing the call the sky sent.
Sensing the scintillating smell the busy bee
Flew enticed from somewhere to the scene
Sucked the flower nectar as swift it could be
Within its hidden ware made honey not seen.
The alluring branch of a tree came in sight
Swaying in slow rhythm with the rising mist
On its caring cradle the bee saw the best site
To build a hive that would later be missed.
As surging storm swept across the sky blue
By the tearing thunder the tree got rapped
The hive full of honey broke as the gale blew
Succulent splinters the sodden soil wrapped.
Rain-rinsed flowers flashed in the morning
Under sunburst sparkling sky in dawn new
Splashed honey sent the bee into mourning
But that was how nectar returned it knew.
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October 8, 2022
Contest : Homophone Rhyme
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