by Crystal Bellman |
Categories:
environment, garden, happy, home, nature,
Come with me, and you will see.
Magic in the land that grows the big tall trees.
Stop and listen, can you hear.
The birds that are singing far and near.
Fairies wings are fluttering from pure delight.
Sunshine is warming, no more cold of the night.
The old fat gnomes all live under the willow trees.
Up on the left, to the right, near the Red Lilies.
The bees are all abuzz, with their bumble buzzy songs.
Us pixies wake the flowers, so they can sing along.
The garden we live in is grown with great love.
We thank our lucky stars and the heavens above.
When all is said and done and day turns back to night.
Serenity hugs us all, until we see mornings light.
06/28/2016
by Michael Burch |
Categories:
bird, funny love, humor, humorous, love, song, true love,
honeybee
by Michael R. Burch
love was a little treble thing?
prone to sing
and sometimes to sting
Keywords/Tags: Love, Honey, Bee, Honeybee, Honeypot, Honeycomb, Nectar, Clover, Sweet, Sweets, Humor, Humorous, Light Verse, Treble, Song, Songbird, Sing, Singing, Buzz, Buzzing, Abuzz, Hive, Queen, Drone, Worker, Sting, Be Free, Relationship, Relationships
by Sara Chansarkar |
Categories:
love,
thoughts afloat, words sailing
the minute I step into a warm shower
eyes drip vision, mind abuzz stories
world suddenly clearer than water
no distraction to sway, no tricks to play
no soul calling my name that time
moments of solitude and introspection
to conjure and imagine lines that rhyme
times I step in with rocks in head and heart
emerge anew light as a dove’s feather
puzzles that keep me up all night
find lucid answers in clouds of vapor.
Written on 06/06/2016
by Johnette Loefgren |
Categories:
inspirational, on writing and words, passion,
artesian well
gush and flow of thirsty love
his Banyan soul rejoiced
new trunks from his psyche
sprouting
arching,bridging the gaps
between synapses
chemical bees abuzz
with words of love
he ,a forest of one
she,his indigo lagoon
mystifying
answering
deep
she hidden in his roots
he,reaching for the sun
for all to see
roosting the colored birds
of poems ripen in his leaves
indigo blue as their source
picked and shared by all
by Vickey Rhymer |
Categories:
extended metaphor,
Come to my gravesite
All dressed in red
A black umbrella held
over your head
that partially obscures you from view
As I am gently lowered to
my final place of rest
Take the bouquet you hold
So tightly to your chest
Tossed in as a final farewell from you
Abuzz with life the word will fly
Who is this and what does it mean
This gesture of love so blatently shown
before this to others unseen
Then solemnly turn away
And you and I who loved from afar
Cross the space of realities apart
Will once more connect in this day and time
In this expression from the heart
A beautifully executed ballet
by Holly Bohto |
Categories:
love,
Love is
my new drug
it
seeped inside
my blood
and
permeated
my lungs
now
I'm all
thumbs
and
can't feel
my tounge
Should
I be
catching doves
or
running through
the slums
alit
and all abuzz?
(Work in progress)