Short Pollination Poems
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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.
the wind impregnates,
purposed infatuation;
life continues on
with a constant devotion;
God's earth does not need mankind
~FJ Thomas
"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
shared relationship
food and pollination~tiger lily and butterfly
bees buzz aimlessly
pollination is fruitless
human race condemned
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stress
affects
adversely
development
habitat changes
pollination
declining
future
risk
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Butterfly Visit
dear, taste my nectar
I am grace of your vision
mead seed of my seed
3/27/2020
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He flutters and flits from thing to thing
A monarch butterfly, with an ADHD wing
Like a bird he tweets, but cannot sing...
He's a buzzing bee --
-- no pollination, all sting
bud
blossom
bumblebee
pollination
monarch butterflies
Queen Anne’s lace and bluebells
dragonflies and damselflies
a gorgeous flower garden
zinnias baby’s breath and tulips
marigolds, crepe myrtle and tea roses
birds,
chirpy, animal
calling, delighting, preying
songbird, poultry, pollination, insects
buzzing, humming, murmuring
busy, honey,
bees
Date written: 03/27/2023
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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12/25/2015
Tanka
If there are no bees
There will be no pollination
Bees are plants sex toy
Dipterous are not up to the job
A bee is your survival
Tanka
We created god
And gave him too much power
Mental tyranny
Lucifer wanted power too
Was expelled and made hell
The time is softly mending my heart and blossoming me into a sweet water glass. Many
would fight to taste but temptations stay at bay. Determination, Strength, un parted
flowers that crave pollination. I am who I am and I hope I continue to grow in this wine,
in this state in this calm.
Form:
orchid has fascinated scientists
Charles Darwin wrote her up in a book in 1862
She is a complex flower, who has evolved
achieving self-pollination and cross-pollination
Delicate, aromatic and pretty.
She adapts her color shape and odor
Prefers to attract male insects
because she is a female?
English Sestet Form
A Drake sat in a strawberry patch,
“Why would he sit in such?” You ask?
Well, a new breed of dragon this one be,
sweet little strawberry and green is he;
just watching the pollination of the bees.
The firstborn of his kind, he’s the bee’s knees!
So those long sought days are here.
Grass turns green.
Emollients, making their way
to nourish buds, stop,
for the sake of
pollination, moisture
become the hero,
uds sit, waiting for sunlight
waiting for sunlight
Then, becoming modified,
No longer are they buds,
earing beaut;
as if, created by a skilled hand
Love is the wine of life
It intoxicates beyond all
Human boundaries
Love is a pollination agent
It spreads far above all
Races and tongues
Love is an endless river
That flows to all land
The song of love rules
All ears and ages
Our body and soul is tied
Together by love
Love is the best language
In the universe because
Love melts mountains of obstacles
Once heard about
those birds and the bees
and their exploits of pollination,
amidst the flowers the trees.
Now I knew
why we had a beautiful garden
when every morning
through the dew,
my mother would trudge and take in
the scent of the Roses,
my father never too far behind.
Once when inquiring where I was born.
“In the back garden
beneath the cabbage patch”
Wow, talk about being a vegetable!
© Harry J Horsman 2013
a drop of honey
carpet in a rocking chair -
... bumblebee music
plump - a bit furry
no pollination - no plants -
- save the bumble bees
14.06.2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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The bumblebee does not know that her wings cannot hold her up. She flits from flower to power, pollenating like crazy, with no worries. Not expecting to fall or fail. Her tenacity and self-confidence amaze me as I watch her dig into the flower with a fierceness that only a bumblebee can master. I am in awe of her ability, her self-assured confidence and her work.
flower delicate
pure pollination power
flight of bumblebee
Inhibitions deflecting attention,
employing soiled filters of narrow mind,
plunge us thus into spasms of contraction,
gripping consciousness in remorseless bind,
until ego urgings, we leave behind.
The breeze that blows, is free and unfettered,
spreading by pollination, bliss nectar,
which yet in deep dungeons, stale and arid,
stagnation being the death precursor.
Let head-heart fused, be with love throb married!
11-April-2021
Natural embroidered butterflies are flying through the torrential breeze and pollination is coming in the summertime womb. No excursion of the flowery bosoms which fill up the mind of hungriness for the fruits. Beatific drizzling drenching the juvenile waist of sweetened scent where I am intoxicated full with juicy shower.
summertime fragrance
from the heart of ripened fruits
kisses thirst through nose
-18.06.2020 Chattogram
Every bee buzzes
In a conquest of pollination
And every flower is touched
In a search for something sweeter.
Every rose grows thorns
To draw the blood of its predators,
Potentially decimating
Its love for a lasting survival.
Every stinger presses
Into the flesh of its opponent
Without the keen ability
To consider sweet surrender.
There is validity in discomfort
Which nature washes away,
The unguarded prospects
Of production.
She traces line from terra-forma
receptacle arises
from stalk;
winding flow,
imagery appears as
sepals blanket bud.
Ovule gives way to fruit,
an arising style
with stigma flares pollination;
marriage of pistil and stamen
and a new life is revealed;
a celebratory blush and
petals shield gentility of bud;
light waves meld with pigment,
a thirsty flower births,
sips mother’s milk as
Gaia sculpts her 3D garden.
I love that added tenderness in my body each month;
it's like I incarnate the spring myself:
delicate bloosoms, that juiciness,
ready to bear and bring a new life on the Earth.
But the pollination never happen,
because my husband died four years ago.
Thus, instead of adoring the fetus in my womb,
I'm adoring my poetry on my notepad:
from my pregnant mind they comes out to fill my life
and reduce the emptiness of not being a mother of a human offspring.