bed blazes in heat
bloodsuckers taste my red dews ~
life feeds upon life?
I know a little bird
lives just up the way
He tells me he prays for rain
at dawn of every day
What’s wrong with that? he asked
seeing confusion fill my face
What’s wrong with sunshine? I inquired
pleading my case
Let’s make a deal: You produce fat, juicy worms
whenever it’s nice and sunny
And I’ll tell my partners, the bees
~ Stick to procreation and honey
The bumble bee
Is a humble bee,
And rarely does she sting
Somberly she flies
Until somebody tries,
To break her little wing
She will turn on you
If you unwisely do,
Such an unnecessary thing
Leave her upon her rose
Rather than step on her toes,
She wants to enjoy the spring
In need of a humbling quiet
More than a bumbling riot,
A hand too close can bring.
Shooting pain running its course I struggle for relief
Scorpion Sting
I hide in the dark.
With a sting, be alert.
I can vanish in the light.
I hunt in the night.
I can draw some blood.
The anguish is just enough.
I am manipulative.
Don’t touch, with temptation.
I know that I’m kinda creepy.
At night it’s time to feed.
Don’t hesitate to attack.
I could be brown or black.
You're all unforgiven in the end.
Through haunting methods, I will feed again.
I’m just a bug with pitchers.
All have you for dinner.
Don’t underestimate me.
I live through the rain.
I can crawl here and there.
With a sting, I am everywhere.
Your flesh is a bite to eat.
I will be next to your feet.
I live underground.
I will appear with no sound
Now you can cry Reacher,
Joe instructs Jack.
And he does,
In the Parisian cab.
I see his tear
It rolls from his right eye,
Down his cheek,
Single and
Solitary and
Stinging.
I
You see,
Know
How that tear feels...
It's warm and wet and stings
It
Stings your cheek
Like my own tear,
Tears, now
Firstly on my left,
Then another
On my right,
My God,
His tear stings,
I can tell,
It stings his
Very soul,
And I know.
long retail lines sting
impatience brews within them
anger serves no one
Water turns to salt
Leaving behind a bitter sting
The ghost of the ocean sings
Salt turns to light
Turning the bitter into haze
The light turns to you
And I feel right in place
Honeysuckles on my tongue
Remind me of when I was young
A Mockingbird came by to sing
Eased my pain from the nettles sting
A fog that veils the earth's first petals
Like dust that doesn't seem to settle
Rain patters on my thirsty skin,
soft as the whispering wind
Time moves forward, leaves us in the clear
The taste of new beginnings near
Honeysuckles on Spring's first black night
Kiss of fresh air's earliest delight
stings cling
night fright
SWEET GRIEF
A bee just stung me;
Stinging keloid memories:
I miss you, honey:-
Yes, In God We Trust,
but alas!
We break that trust like beehives
and poisonously sting with wrongful convictions
and destroy innocent lives !
(07.14.2025)
It sings with a voice that stings two skies,
That fades the summer yet can’t evade autumn.
September holds both the warmth and the cold,
Of summer’s truthfulness and autumn’s youthfulness.
As northern breezes chill, leaves whisper red on each hill,
A thousand wonders still thunder one name—
S~e~p~t~e~m~b~e~r.
DEAR FRIEND,
THE END IN FRIEND HITS THE DEEP END,
THE SHADOW I USED TO DEFEND,
AT PRESENT I HAVE NONE TO DEPEND,
ITS AS IF ALL YOU DID WAS PRETEND.
DEAR FRIEND,
WITH THE SHADOWS OF YOU I SPENT,
ALL YOU LEFT WAS A PAINFUL DENT,
CURRENTLY ALL I CAN DO IS VENT,
LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO SERPENT.
DEAR FRIEND,
I NOW HAVE NO TEARS LEFT TO CRY,
YOU HAVE LET MY FEELINGS DIE,
YOU WERE NEVER TRUTHFUL TO ME, YOU LIE!,
I HAD TO WAVE YOU GOODBYE
DEAR FRIEND,
I THANK YOU FOR ONE THING,
FOR TEACHING ME FRIENDSHIP CAN STING,
I AM THE ONE I HAVE TO CLING,
GRATEFUL YOU'RE NOT HERE THIS SPRING.
Scorpion Sting
I hide in the dark.
With a sting, be alert.
I can vanish in the light.
I hunt in the night.
I can draw some blood.
The anguish is just enough.
I am manipulative.
Don’t touch, with temptation.
I know that I’m kinda creepy.
At night it’s time to feed.
Don’t hesitate to attack.
I could be brown or black.
You're all unforgiven in the end.
Through haunting methods, I will feed again.
I’m just a bug with pitchers.
All have you for dinner.
Don’t underestimate me.
I live through the rain.
I can crawl here and there.
With a sting, I am everywhere.
Your flesh is a bite to eat.
I will be next to your feet.
I live underground.
I will appear with no sound.
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