Short Beeline Poems
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Bee-have beehive I’ve
a bee in my bonnet from
“sting operations”
with an endless “Beeline“ drone
on some honeysuckle trail!
Date posted : 11th November 2021
trees burnished in gold
shedding leaves drop overhead~
birds squawk beeline south
9/8/2022
Autumn In Nature - Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
Fire crackle
Its November
an extant season at last
The mirror always distorts the truth
A young body within an sageful mind
Banish those unemigatic days
Make a beeline for your future days
Feline Footles
Get Well Card for Cats
Be fine,
Feline
Cat Diva
Feline
Divine
Cat’s Quickest Way Out
Feline
Beeline
Latest Fashion on the Cat Walk
Feline
Design
Result of Spaying Clinic for Cats
Feline
decline
Internet Cat
Feline
online
July 3, 2022
Roses never smelled wilt quicker,
For the roses cry and since tears are salt water,
And salt dehydrates, the roses shrivel.
In addition, the whole plant might rebel against life
all because no one stopped and smelled the roses...
So if you ever spot a rose bush make a beeline for it
And sniff every single blossom.
It was two A. M., and I’d not slept.
I had grumbled and groaned, almost wept.
What was torturing me?
Then the truth I did see.
I yelled, “Whoopee” and from my bed leapt.
My old arthritic knees worked just fine;
to the kitchen I made a beeline.
There was one piece of cake,
which for my sweet tooth’s sake
I devoured. Then I slumbered till nine.
June 12, 2020
entered in Carolyn Devonshire's Sleepless Contest placed 2nd
Founders Profit Academy online
To which you must make a beeline
Learning anything beyond limit
Teaching everything is our remit
Join us if, about learning you are curious
You will find us, not always serious
You may think I always jest
Actually we promise you a learning fest
Early in a damp woodsman's camp
seeing sawyers from a logging town
to stop the conversation bogging down
as asked my age among other things
I replied, 'Cut off my head and count the rings,'
then had to be quick-witted and fast-footed
made a bee-line through the trees
so as not to lose my noggin
when a burly lumberjack grabbed his axe
I ducked and dodged his mighty swing
which (in a nonce) saved my bacon (and my bonce)
and them's the actual facts