As olden
My crate is bothered
Again in milks nestle
Tiler of salt and creek
Abrupts the smitten teaks
So hardened in Finnish
Carved as turnip
Young gentle artisan and I
His trolley rails
From gentle Oranges County
Hearing days labor in gus tide
Ventura he sails
Bringing floors tapping
And in Santa Monica his best hides
Docile Does Defeat
Feathered wide
Apart as stride
Tipping blooms
Cautious feud
Disabled pollens
Meeting mew
Brewing nets
Callous frets collisions
Darkest reflections take
Bumble Bee Hiku 37
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n a t u r e`s g ~e ~n ~t ~l ~e m -y –s –t –e –r –y.
My three-year-old son stood next to me
as I watered our garden of flowers
The zinnias nodded their blossoms
As if grateful for garden hose showers
A firework array, was that garden display
Of pinks, yellows, orange,
Purple, red
When my son asked the cutest of
Questions to me
In the darlingest way ever said
As he eyed that large bumbling bee
That he found alarmingly too close to me
Not quite in fear, as its buzzing drew near
And it sampled of pollens so dear
But at his first sight of that yellow bright fuzz
And the loud droning volume of that giant bee's buzz
He just needed to know all was right
He asked
"Mommy? Do humming bee's bite?"
Bees are such busy workers
They collect pollens and nectars
For their food at beehives
Because of to much work the whole day
They sometimes sleep in flowers' petal
In the morning when they wake up they goes
Back to beehives with their pollens and nectars
Pollens are best source of protein for bees
Bees has short live lifespan
If they are going to die, they die outside beehives
So they will not be a liability to others about their corpse
Nature may not survive without bees
They are the courier of pollination
I wonder if bees are not present in environment
We can't see flowers, we can't see fruits
We can't see vegetables and other flowering plants
Bees are integral parts of human and nature existence.
When Mr negativity comes and you open the door,
you find his friends along with him occupying your mind.
Mr. Negative, Mr.Despair, Mr Despondency all are thieves
They steal happiness and peace and make you a pauper,
You feel like dying
Always make lady Hope your best friend
she will bring her friends Positivity and Peace along with her
Create an armour in your mind which Mr negative cannot penetrate
You will lead a blissful life.
Lady hope is around us always, easy to spot
Morning Sun brings rays of hope throughout the day
Moon and stars scatters silver streams of hope at night
Ever flowing breeze conveys God's presence and love, caressess us with hope
Rains pour clean water, drenches earth with hope
Ever flowing rivers of hope nourish surrounds
Umpteen seeds within each fruits, pollens in each flower scatter hope everywhere
Forest flourish on their own, breathing out hope every second
Plants emerge from tiled, concrete grounds, their smile says be hopeful
When you look around and you will spot lady Hope everywhere
She conveys the message - Be hopeful! God is there and takes cares.
I'm okay, you're okay is a mask in the land of pretend.
Being cool as a cucumber is okay for cowards.
Pollens cannot always hide themselves within soft flowers.
Breaking from established norms is sometimes necessary.
Why should minds be wrapped by a pacification airy?
Compromises and negotiations do not last long.
How long shall we, like logs on river water, shift along?
Shouldn't we, first and foremost, to our very selves, belong?
Why should our voice always sound like a challenge-less birdsong?
Humility, though a virtue, demands questioning too.
Within smiles of appeasement, feelings of grudge must not brew.
I need not feel I am okay, but you are not okay.
I needn't, yet, forget that each one has his or her say...
I must adjust when needed; I need not be a doormat.
Why should tigers feel as though they're negotiable cats?
Confrontations and encounters enable us to bloom.
Mere mollification will finally bring one's self-doom...
Spring is not all blooms midst attacks of blight
Smiting hope-filled buds as pests strive to reign
My garden loves the Season’s festive sight
May it be spared against bacterial pain.
Spring welcomes birth, but why the threat of dearth
Struggling with rust and leaf spots not to trust
My heart longs for plenteous harvest mirth
Much yield to behold fruitfulness from dust.
Spring invites hope, yet health status is at stake
Shaking pollens toward allergy rise
My immune system knows what it does take
Might as well maximize weather-surprise.
Spring with glowing zest presents downside crest
My blest outlook for it settles the rest.
February 18, 2023
3rd place, "Spring Is Not All" Sonnet Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Michelle Faulkner; judged on 3/2/2023.
SPRING IS IN THE AIR
And the birds are chirping
And singing their happy songs.
SPRING IS IN THE AIR
And the bees are pollinating the
Blossoms in the flowers and trees.
SPRING IS IN THE AIR
But there is another side to Spring
To which we should all be aware.
SPRING IS IN THE AIR
And we are enthralled by its beauty.
But be wise and advised of its dark side.
SPRING IS IN THE AIR
But that doesn't mean
We don't have a care.
SPRING IS IN THE AIR
And so are mosquitoes
And other undesirables.
SPRING IS IN THE AIR
And so are allergenic pollens.
SPRING IS IN THE AIR
And so are bees and wasps.
SPRING IS IN THE AIR
And hibernators are out.
SPRING IS IN THE AIR
And the snow is melting,
Causing massive landslides
And flooding the lowlands.
SPRING IS IN THE AIR
And flies, flees, and snakes
Are looking for things to eat.
SPRING IS IN THE AIR
And it's a great time of the year.
And we need not worry, fret, or fear.
But there are some things out there
That might engender a tear.
012923PS
Inspired by Michelle Faulkner's contest theme
but not qualified for submission to the contest.
Redolent, posh lyrics have hidden flaws.
Surrounded by a rusty sapphire sanctuary
That dampened the beauteous bronze glow.
Gold-sparkly afterglows can be sumptuary.
Surrounded by a rusty sapphire sanctuary
with acidic pollens and nervous neon wisps
Gold-sparkly afterglows can be sumptuary.
built an array of dark and wicked tale tips.
With acidic pollens and nervous neon wisps
Where platinum wings are tightly encased,
built by an array of dark and wicked tale tips.
With ash, in the dawn of solace, unlaced.
Where platinum wings are tightly encased,
I wake anxious, wailing rain, loving the flute.
With ash, in the dawn of solace, unlaced.
Melding dark poem of doom into wool toot.
I wake anxious, wailing rain, loving the flute.
That dampened the beauteous bronze glow.
Melding dark poem of doom into wool toot.
Redolent, posh lyrics have hidden flaws.
Written: January 27, 2023
Floral woman daily adorned with flowers of all types
Her hybrid lilies and orchard caused comments and hypes.
She wandered through the bee field, enticing the worker bees
They located her fragrant pollens, which took them to their knees.
You are the real queen bee, one of the worker bees told her.
She smiled, but did not acknowledge it, acting feminine and pure
See, she had run into the queen bee many years ago
Another encounter might fill her full of stinging woe.
Across an azure sky
i trailed lonely as clouds
Lost and broken
you unlocked my handcuffs
you are the love,you are the lover
In the ambiguity of reverberence and sonority
my soul was asleep
i awakened at the rhythms of your love
you are the song,you are the singer
In the veils of darkness
i wandered in the labyrinth of unknown streets
your glowing face brighten up my path
you are the sun,you are the sunshine
In a bushy garden
i was hidden behind thorns
you extracted my nectar and pollens
you are the honey,you are the honey bee
I was at the verge of cardiac arrest
you unclogged blockage of coronary arteries
and cured my traumatic aortic rupture
You are the heart,you are the heart beat
13-01-2023
© Muhammad Aamir khan
A chromatically colored specter
in flight, lands upon bluebells
in the garden; a statuesque palette
drinks the nectar from flowers;
collects pollens for crafting
her own gardens nearby.
The delight of a stained glass winged
butterfly, is ever profound;
nature’s sweet gifts of grace.
The wind gusted over the forsaken hills
The grasp of its strong, imperishable hands causing a trill of noise
Echoing and rebounding over the delicate curves of the Earth.
The smell of strong grasses and pollens stuck to the winds never ending lungs
Sending both dirt and leaves rustling amidst the scene
Trees and abundances of green licked at the delicate breeze,
As the dance of the sky was mimicked nonchalant by the jubilant bees
The worries of winter long gone
Due the brightening days of the freshly bathed dawn.
I Don’t Feel Well
[Maybe it's COVID]
"I don’t feel well"
Simple words once grumbled without thought
Met with empathetic nods, meaningless replies
Most often quickly forgotten by those with ears
Be they your words or mine
It makes no difference
No Big Deal
Don't be a wimp
Get better, move on
Merely a passing moment
Credit seasons that roll and pollens that flitter
Until now…
"I don’t feel well"
What if it is COVID?
Corona? H1N1?
AKA the Endless Flu of 2020
Fauci's Pinnacle...
What if I have it?
Or you?
Don’t come too close
I don’t want to die
Or you
You are looking pretty bad
Don’t come too near
Six foot distance or six foot deep
Your choice
"I don’t feel well"
Will it ever just be
Under the weather
A little sniffly
Can it just be
Something in the air
Feeling a bit pukey
No Big Deal
Forgotten before noon
No
Not any more…
This morning, I stand before the mirror
It is still dark outside
I can’t sleep
It could be COVID
Couldn't it?
My eyes are rimmed red
My throat like island sand
It must be…
I can’t say it
"I don’t feel well"
Languishing within seed was a gigantic tree,
interned through genetic code by the almighty,
furtive, stay buried, to withstand time’s vagary,
ever can human tasks equal this mystery?
streams of ants, leaf flags,will not pause till job done!
Moon shines bright and white, travels over dark night sky,
year recounts seasons as earth spins around the Sun,
streaks of lights like meteors, stop! admire! firefly!
tiny pollens make fruits, invite bees with nectar!
eggs with flimsy shells! but withstand a heavy storm!
rivers hold million lives, flowing miles, mountains far,
innumerable are these wonders out us to charm!
each of us like specks of dust in this universe,
souls unseen tied to God, creation so diverse!
2nd placement
written 05/Dec/ 2020
reformatted to 12 syllables for the contest! 12/12/2020
Life’s Mysteries acrostic poetry contest
John Hamilton sponsored
14 lines with abab, cdcd, efef, gg 12 syllables each line!
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