Long Pollinator Poems

Collapsing like someone (Starving and Desperate), the (Old Man in Blue) batik had been 
(Washing Muddy Walls) on his Indonesian hut on stilts when he toppled over. He was (Cut 
Down) and left unbalanced by...

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Memorial service ~10:00 A.M. October 21st, 2020...
at Cherry Hill, New Jersey Unitarian Fellowship

Boyce Brandon Harris cremains
(approximately one fourth entire contents)
offered, interred, and eulogized
within ‘Tristan’s Pollinator Garden,'
which constitutes minute arboretum
bore witness to immediate family of said...

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I’ll never bee kissed


Every weekend, Humble would go to the same bar,
In the same part of the hive, with the same group of mates.
He always went on the same Friday night and nothing ever changed.
Until...

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I suppose we take for granted - except when we are stung -
The intelligence of those busy bees that largely goes unsung!
The little critters pollinate flowers and such, and, moreover,
Create for us combs of ambrosial...

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Poor Ruby Hummer looks confused,
searching for her favorite feeder.
It was right there when it last was used,
in September, in the cedar.

Above the Bee-balm and Lobelia,
in my pollinator garden,
so sorry, Ruby, yes I feel ya,
and I...

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The canopy is closing in around me

Slurping up the light

From every nook and cranny

A sense of foreboding

 

Her lungs are constricting

The air feels tight

 

The breeze picks up

Taking hold of my soul

Whispering sweetly

“We have places...

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It was one lazy afternoon
 
laying in the hammock
 
under the azure sky
 
sheltered from the blistering sun
 
by the canopy of the old oak tree
 
chru   chru   chru
 
 warbles...

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A Special Thanks to the Bumbles

We give thanks to the creator
for you, special pollinator,
the miracle of natural homes
for workers, queens, eggs and drones.
Golden like the noonday sun
colors like no other ones.
Hail all power to the...

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it used to be
every morning
the worker bee
would gather
his paperwork

put it in his
briefcase
and don on
his hat to tell
his wife in dance

see you later
pollinator
but never 
to return
to return

his favor
for the missus
honey i do miss ya
but they dismissed...

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I am a delight to your garden, emerging strong and radiant
A neat eye-catcher behind the white picket fence 
where chipmunks have spectacular panoramic views for miles

Don't miss my show time from November through April
I prefer...

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A while ago,—you seemed a fantasy—
and like a fragmentary apparition
or a flutter flitting past my faint cognition
—to my buzzing thoughts: you the rose, I the bee. 

And though my hiving mind, admittedly,
swarmed all around a...

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Bees and Flowers

Reciprocity between bees and flowers
pollinates plants and feeds the pollinator.
Busy bees buzzing over flowery fields
collecting pollen and drinking nectar yields.

In the hive, the queen and drones share intimacy
and await workers returning to the...

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