Short Busy Bee Poems
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Busy bee;
What would be,
Will so be.
Lazy fop;
Seems to drop...
But goes top.
Only God-
When trials plod,
Knows the odd.
Busy bee buz on by
Like time that always chime
Between you and I
Life always fly
Take a moment for a night
And see who we are by light.
Form:
blooms
bouncy
baby’s breath
busy bee balm
ritzy rose, glitzy gloxinia
zany zinnia, dear ditzy daisy
swanky saffron
flouncy phlox
bonnie
buds
The buzz
In beehive nest
All in a glow
Sweet honeycombs
All in a row
The colony
Must fight to survive
Two queen bees
Perform the
Dance of death
They give and take
For one busy bee
Shall lead the rest
Moment
Moment
So little
So tiny
Passes by quickly
Like a busy bee on its duty
Like a wind hurring for the north
Passes by quickly
Like a fly for its substience
Like a water rushing by for its destination
Moment
So little!
I am Buttercup, swaying in breeze
Ah Ah Choo! Something's making me sneeze.
Just hold on...now I see
It's that darn Busy Bee
And he's swapping my pollen for fleas.
for 'Are you Bugged'...and in response to James Fraser's 'Pollen Calling'
Busy, busy, busy bee.
Buzzing by so busily.
Busy, busy, busy bee.
Land upon a flowering tree.
Busy, busy, busy bee.
Nectar sweet is what he seeks.
Busy, busy, busy bee.
Flying home so happily.
Busy, busy, busy bee.
Honey sweet he makes for me.
There once was a busy little bee
Who buzzed around the flowers to see
Knock, knock, little bee's calling
Busy bee for your pollen
Their petals, my favorite for tea
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-10.php
This is a song
For a busy bee like you
Oh oh...
Take a moment
To pause from all that you do
And let your ears listen to me
(Chorus)
Say goodbye to work sometimes
And say hello to vacation
Take a rest and try to have fun
You know you deserve to have it all
Abating winds christening
Tempess rains glistening
Mind struck soul becoming
Whom are those around whom are listening
Eavesdroppers
Picking up death deafs words
None that be heard
Busy bee talkers
8/10/21
Written words James, Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Busy Bee
You may wonder what I am doing
Sitting here knitting away
The toils of a busy bee
Are never finished
In my quest to impress my girl
The length of time it took me
To make this special gift for her
For sure I just got my girl
freeway traffic
many honking horns
Geese yaking
the busy bee
drilling a hole in
my window sill
sleeping with one
ear tuned to a babes voice
the new mother
a hushed quiet
the ball trails to the net
and finds it's mark
a bar raises as
another record falls
Jesse Owens
Running at the right rhythm
no nonsense needing attention;
Doing a dance though the day
ferociously fast It's flying!
Built to be a busy bee,
waking wanting to be working;
Perfectly productive
taking advantage of the time;
Running at the right rhythm
Coveting each click of the clock
Small and yellow striped
The bee gets the sweet nectar
From the chamomile
That enchants with its simple
And extended benefits
Nayda Ivette
12-28-2015
Well,
You know me,
I'ma busy bee,
And you're an eager beaver.
Let's get this den shakin'
For we know it,
Spring is gunna be here.
Who gives a damn?
We can make our own,
And pollinate.
Make our own brood, who Caccoon'd in your own womb.
Sing our own tune, Lay together and watch their soul's bloom.
Be Ye Verdana?
Flit and fly
Fly high, by an’ by
Be, who you bee?
Why would you want to be a bee?
Being a busy bee buzzing with verbs
Before you be like a buzz word
Black gold on green
Stripes sure to be seen
Never fumble humble bumble
Verdana just be writing somethin’
So who you be?
Verdana honey, Bee?
The busy bee she is… her wild and curly hair.
It flows as she runs, getting into mischief.
The busy bee she is… her wide smile flashes as she laughs.
It is like music to my ears.
The busy bee she is… her eyes glowing with happiness.
How shiny they get when she sees what she wants.
The busy bee she is…
So spake simple Simon
On a breezy summer day,
Watch and wait a gust of wind
With tune of lute afar away.
And don’t despair a bud’s decay
But welcome dandelion fuzz.
Bid your eyes to busy bee,
Hear him join the song a-buzz.
Pink and purple petals cause
A subtle and polite milieu,
For summer’s simple day of song,
First dawn then day and then ensue.
Why are you going up that hill?
That question asked to me
I’m looking for the Green Grass Dream
Why are you sitting there so still?
Queried a busy bee
I’m looking for the Green Grass Dream
Why are you looking, what is that dream?
As I got the third degree
There’s a place inside of all of us
Where contentment and love redeem
I really need to find it
I call it my Green Grass Dream
Forever my love will grow
As a princess I will kiss my toad
Odd it may be
With gleam my toad and me
Everlasting our love will be
As green grass under a willow tree
Happiness is a hip-hop
On a lily pad made for two
By choice I weaved this odyssey
Full of joy and merriment
Ladylove, my prince
All cloaked in emerald green
Sweet as honey from a busy bee
Enough is a kiss from that toad to me
People to face-book
Friends to text
Relatives to e-mail
Documents to fax
Comments to post on my-space
Business site to rewrite
Preschool site to blog
Poetry soup to type
Director, owner, teacher
Ten hour days
How I get it all done
Is hard to say
Time is precious
Computer is taunting
The excuses I make
Are rather haunting
Miss the old days
The sun on my face
Talk radio, day dreaming
Life a slower pace
The man in the elevator
This time with the person inside,
And in that space, the silence sir,
As he put on a smile so wide.
"You’ve been a busy bee today,”
Said, with a cheesy, gleeful grin,
“I missed my floor, and, by the way,
next life or floor, see you again.”
So now the person takes the stairs,
With an anxious heart and sunk head,
For fear of what a person wears,
Who’s a ghost in the lift instead?
I wrote this poem about my first ever encounter with a busy bee ..
A mad bee I did see
A little girl that was me
The bee I wondered if it could understand
So I tickled its belly with a stick and
It looked at me and said
"That's it!'
I turned on my heel and ran like the wind
The mad bee flew after me bent on revenge
I let out a scream and My mad bee flew in
I've never been quite the same since the bee sting
I'm really enjoying being part of Poetrysoup,
I feel like I belong in the community group.
I hope to share my poems when I can,
and this is all thanks to my poetry pal, Jan.
There may be times that you may not hear or see me,
and that's because I'm a busy little bee.
I'm also trying to write a couple of books,
I hope the process doesn't ruin my looks.
if you miss me, feel free to message me,
For I'll be away working on my destiny.
This poem is in conjunction with the video above.
Mukbang Asmr- Little Bee
Enter my little abode
For a special event a “ Mukbang”
So many things to eat
Toastie with tea
Doughnuts
Chicken and chips with coke
This is so amazing,
So delightful, so tasty
Melts in the mouth
Crunching and munching away
For a busy bee like me
This is so good
Look and enjoy and take your time
To watch me eat my meal.