Death’s Less Than Nothing!
Death’s less than nothing, a frail, not one welcomes or offers a cold one /
a glass of fine wine. Death is nobody’s friend one might meet on this plane.
Death is tasteless and dull as a weather-stripped billboard. Its smell incon-
clusive and vapid at best, or a snowfield past freeze-dried. Death’s poem
whose meter sports seventeen syllables, flip-flopping logic, ghost fish
rot on boundaries, shadows ignored (with but little / no consequence).
Death’s less than nothing and wrapped in conundrum, its glacier’s penguin
that’s desert these days, and fine grit of a dust storm deluded it’s rain!
Death is stingless, can’t win, for no victim feels loss, life’s pain’s touch, long gone,
starlight’s blurred shadows eye’s rods can’t detect, Death’s the blush of a blossom
whose pistil wants pollen, a virgin whose daydreams fall short of a wish.
Death’s the fool of tomorrow (it loathes doors), a pauper to eloquence.
Long Tooth
May 7th in 2021
Categories:
stingless, death,
Form: Rhyme
Barnaby the Koala has passed away, you see.
But his story lives on in the hearts of many.
Alberto the Pig needed severe health advice.
He went to Barnaby and no longer doubted exercise.
Chaquita the Chicken had a real bad nickname.
She went to Barnaby and no longer was she ashamed.
Muddy the Cow had issues of his own.
He went to Barnaby and no longer was he alone.
Stingless the Bee didn't fit the image.
He went to Barnaby and no longer had limits.
Even though Barnaby is gone.
His story and advice will always live on.
Categories:
stingless, loss,
Form: Rhyme
Jammed some fun into one day
Aboard kayaks, paddling play
Mangroves, stingless jelly fish
And in my head, a hand itched
In beats, a beach reggae-tunes
Crashing waves upon the dunes
As curling smiles seemed to mock
Monster cruiser at the dock
Yellow sun did set too fast
Dashing night on anchor cast
Awhirl the sea’s brooding deep
Yesterdays pile on the keep
(9/12/2020: '04 Carver 420 Mariner; DMS)
Categories:
stingless, adventure,
Form: Verse
Found from Mexican forests, to Southern Brazil,
The jeweled honeyless bees are very sweet still,
In colors blue, purple, red, gold or a mixture,
Their glossy bodies among the greenery a fixture.
Instead of honey, the male makes fine fragrancy,
And in place of a beehive, is a fancy perfumery,
So as to fascinate his beautiful female intended,
Like the smoky vibrancy of sky when day has ended!
Solitary creatures, they prefer to go it alone,
The male is stingless, but his queen has her own.
A love of blooms is had in common with honeybees,
As they flash and glitter among the emerald trees!
Categories:
stingless, beautiful, color, flower, flying,
Form: Rhyme
Meet me back on those effervescent days;
Let’s swing on shafts of their lingering light,
Like our childhood hero in vine-borne flight,
Till we’re again in that sun-swaddled place,
Where once we were colts free to roam and race,
On meadows with dews of innocence bright,
And friendship’s rainbow arching every sight,
Before we were called to the adults’ maze.
Let us leap across the years, my dear friend;
Though our bodies may balk, our minds are lithe.
On the playground of our youth we shall land,
Where birds still kiss the sky, stingless bees hive,
And our mischief roiled through a drowsy glen
Whose slumber still our laughing echoes rive.
Categories:
stingless, friendship, happy, nostalgia, paradise,
Form: Italian Sonnet
Staples were traveling on the
epiderm, thanking the wounds.
The dust, the eternal ugliness
were growling.
Riveting drama:
a royal swanking for a macabre
heist. A bizarre charisma
overtakes the cozy lips.
I was green,
and I was a cloud
where the sunflowers meet
beneath the sun.
Blind poppies assert themselves
unfurling a flag of milky sap.
The wasps were going-
to become stingless.
Satish Verma
Categories:
stingless, art,
Form: ABC
I think that I shall never see
A quiltin' bee or spellin' bee
A-skitterin' to and fro
But 'tis better yet to know
This species won't be stingin' me
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Categories:
stingless, funny
Form: Limerick