Spring 'wakens in leaves
Fierce pain in the flower stalk
Butterfly on slope
©Mahtab Bangalee
stress
affects
adversely
development
habitat changes
pollination
declining
future
risk
18 August 2022
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Sponsored by: Joseph May
flowers bloom in may,
nectar for the visitors,
like a last spring gift.
when kissing flowers
the bees pollinate with love
receptive nature
Q: Bees Bees Who Needs Bees,
Who Even Needs the Knees of Bees.
A: You need bees and I need bees
We all need bees to be.
Butterfly Visit
dear, taste my nectar
I am grace of your vision
mead seed of my seed
3/27/2020
Bite Size Poem no15' Contest Info
Sponsor Line Gauthier
This place
This space
Is not for me.
Listen:
The deafening buzz,
the roar,
Of pollination.
More bees
Than I have ever
Seen before,
Speeding to feed, Desperate to fulfil
The needs of the
Queen.
The hum
As all the bluebells
Come alive, Shaken by tiny legs
As furry forms Bumble next to each other On this sunny day.
Buzzing and busy
A honeybee is potent
His angry frenzy
Gently touching my flowers
Giant pollination king
butterflies and bees
in harmony avoiding
cross pollination
AP: 3rd place 2021, 3rd place 2021
the wind impregnates,
purposed infatuation;
life continues on
with a constant devotion;
God's earth does not need mankind
~FJ Thomas
haven of flowers
gyrates through a bee’s travel
nectarines reward
the fertile dance of bloom’s life…
weaving sweet nature’s puzzle.
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Contest: Life Is A Puzzle
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron
12/25/2015
See the gardener’s open hand bring seed to soil,
into the creases beginnings, love, and endings fill.
Each of us bloom in the doing of this most holy toil,
see the gardener’s open hand.
On dark days when shadows bring tearful regret,
let shades of green jade and emerald play foil,
show the hues of blue, in morning glory and violets,
see the gardener’s open hand.
Hear the subtle song of the wood-bee working, coil
about your senses as, each to each, some pollen gets?
Man: the breeze, the sun, the seed, the rain, life roils,
see the gardener’s open hand.
First Published in Mused: Bella on Line 2015
Flowers of all types bend and flow around
Leading my thoughts down paths of love and dreams
The wind blows through each flower on the ground
Lifting up clouds nothing is as it seems
Power in the fields is where the sun beams
Green is everywhere, wherever I look
Even the lilies in the streams and brook
Butterflies all float around this great field
And hummingbirds use their beaks as a hook
As flowers need to pollinate to yield
Russell Sivey
"Queen Bee,” nurtured by the throng,
The drones in droves bring nectar.
Sweet honey in the nest, shared.
Each generation.
© May 22, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Birds and the bees grace,
Flowery summer meadows;
Regeneration.
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