by Victor Buhagiar |
Categories:
butterfly, love,
If I were a butterfly
would you love me more?
would you treat me delicately?
look deep into my core?
If I were a butterfly
would you let me land
on the tip of your finger
or let me play upon the sand?
If I were a butterfly
would you be gentle and nice?
breathe softly upon me
and kiss me lightly thrice?
If I were a butterfly,
alas I'd fly away
for staying with you, darling
there's quite a lot to pay.
If I were a butterfly
I'd rather my soul be free
Never tied to slavery
paying you too high a fee.
Yet if I were a butterfly
would you fly away with me?
Or always unfaithful, would you
fly away with a bumble bee?
by Joyce Johnson |
Categories:
nature
humble bumble bee
brings pollen from apple tree
to make his honey
he feeds his loved queen
to protect her he gets mean
his stings aren’t funny
a hive is his home
he fills it with honeycomb
for love not money
For Carol Brown's "What's the Buzz" contest
Carol gave me a no. 1
by L'Nass Shango |
Categories:
love, i love you,
Where are you so soon, my love
Like a summer night blown away
Where are you today, my love
Your face on my sleep sings all day
Your lips were unbroken honeycomb
My desire the humming bumble bee
For you, my distant pollen, ever I roam
Seeking you in sweet shadows of memory.
Shall we meet again ever, ere the sun
Sets forever on the howling bar
Shall you know I love you as I loved none,
My seeming lost and pole-less star.
by Joyce Johnson |
Categories:
funny, nature, philosophy, seasons, time, life,
I wake for start of new day to find all nature stirring.
The bumble bee and humming bird around the feeder whirring.
The russet breasted robin has caught the early worm.
He'll feed it to his lady love before the final squirm.
Across the way the flower field is filled with willing workers.
Spring in my valley scurries on, it is no place for shirkers.
Not long ago I too was part of frantic interaction.
I watch with cup of coffee and a sigh of satisfaction.
I've served my time, no need to rise to annoying alarm.
Without me spring will carry on, I've rented out the farm.
The days whern I met life head-on is part of history.
In my newly welcomed leisure I let life come to me.
by Arlene Burch |
Categories:
animals, funny, happiness, sweet, sweet, , sweet love,
Busy As A BumbleBee I Go
Busy as a bumble bee I go,
from flower to flower
with sweet things to bring home.
Busy as a bumble bee I go
just buzzing along.
Busy as a bumble bee I go
with sweet love to bring home
buzz buzz buzz.........
by Lu Loo |
Categories:
love, passion,
Apple trees, and cherry blossoms,
Free birds and birds of prey,
All came to my heart,
One hot July day.
For even the rain couldn't quench,
The deep burning desire,
I felt for you,
Still feel for you,
-You bring me honest fire.
Hummingbirds and bumble bee buzzes,
The stale summer breeze in my ear,
All remind me of the summer we met,
The summer I felt,
Still feel for you,
-Absolutely no fear.
~Written By: Laura Loo~
~Date Written: October 5, 2015~
by Jt Nyx |
Categories:
appreciation, beauty, flying,
Humble little bumble bee,
I love your black and yellow
on a lovely summer day
I watch you fly so mellow.
You are like a tiny plane,
always zooming by
buzzing with your tiny wings
into the neon sky.
I think it must be peaceful,
something so serene
to live amongst the clouds
where things are rarely seen.
by Christy Hardy |
Categories:
adventure, faith, hope, life, love
The Bumble Bee,
is to heavy to fly,
but no one told it,
don't ever try.
So off it went,
up higher, and higher,
positive thinking,
his strong desire.
Surround yourself,
with Bumble Bees,
these kind of people,
are the friends you need.
by Cheryl Mccall |
Categories:
fantasy, friendship, girlfriend-boyfriend, imagination, lost loveme, me,
Me And My Bumble Bee
Rick &Justa
Whenever I get too blue I just
look to Justa and climb aboard
her and watch her wings sprout
and her motor chiming to time.
And away we go, me and
my Bumble Bee, Where we go no
one knows, but me and my Bee.
Oh my, we're heading straight
for the moon maybe I see you
soon.Whoops! Wrong turn, Now
I see the brightest star.
Is that where me and
my Bumble Bee should be?
Okay love we're on our way.
Oh my, I see you waving
in the distance, but hang on,
my bee has jut got a li'l motor.
And if she turns to fast she dumps
me off and has to come and fetch
her friend,but I'll be there in an instant.
by Janet Bingham |
Categories:
beauty, blessing, cute, earth day, encouraging, friendship, love,
TWO LITTLE BUMBLE BEES
Two little Bumble Bees
asleep inside a rose blossom
this morning.
The dew is on each flower.
I stroke their velvet bodies
of gold and black.
Suddenly they turn their bodies
as if to cuddle closer than before
to each other.
It is a cold morning.
Each Bumble Bee thinks that
the other one has moved.
How wonderful to be a part of nature.
Janet Marie Bingham
by Ernesto P. Santiago |
Categories:
computer-internet, friendship, funny, girlfriend-boyfriend, lost love, people,
Kissing me, like a bumble bee
Sipping the nectars of my soul
Peeling out the skin of my skin
Yet still you can not overcome
The warm twinkles in my eyes
‘Cause I have a way to erase
Sad memories you’ve instilled
In my heart, through this cross
Of yours, hanging on my chest
If, you wonder how I will do it
Come close to me and see how
I press this…“Delete this file”
by Kishan Sharma |
Categories:
abortion, absence, abuse, adventure, africa, age, allegory,
Hear girl oh listening girl,
I am bumble bee you are my bug,
I have to come close to you,
You have a juice in my thirst.
The color is yours blooming morning,
Your scent is only in every place.
I kiss your cheeks in everyday,
You beat me ,I am yours life.
Beauty, this is your height,
Like the moon emerges.
Let me do it in the night,
Heart do you just,
Love in do.
Hear girl oh listening girl,
I am bumble bee,
You are my bug.
by Russell Sivey |
Categories:
life, love, passion,
You are my flower
Sting me like a bumble bee
Reaching far within
In front I can clearly see
The merger of our caress
Russell Sivey
by A Yorkshire Poet |
Categories:
corruption, creation, humanity, imagination, men, women,
Different
I'm so different to you
You're so different to me
Different in the way we think
Different in the way we see
Like measuring the thunder of a Lancaster Bomber
Against the beating wings of a Bumble Bee
They try to make us all believe in the same way
They try to make us all see what they want us to see
The inherent flaw of our nature is always here
The inherent flaw is that we all think differently
Power controls our life like the tides of the sea
But power will never control our minds indefinitely
Controlling the way we think, the way we love, the way we feel
Would lead humanity down the path of insanity.
by Fathima Dawood |
Categories:
children, funny,
I have lost my love you see
Does it matter that she was a bumble bee
We walked and talked for a period you know
We had no friends in common to grow
So we parted our ways and agreed to be friends
But folorn I grow with each passing new trend
For my bumle bee you see
Was very special to me
Lost and alone I grow folorn
Waiting and watching for my bumble bee
by Patricia . Garcia Howard Bramble |
Categories:
change, cry, freedom,
Did you know inspiring words are for free
It's meant to uplift you and set you free
Like those bumble bees
You are meant to be carefree
Not trapped, sit and agree
How I wish you could learn to appreciate you
Can't you see there is no one better than you
Who can play you, better than you
Why must I plea for you to agree
To set yourself free like those bumble bee
Why not learn how to love me
For theirs no one better or greater than you.
by Jan Allison |
Categories:
children, friendship, fun,
I love building Lego with Timothy,
here's bricks for you and some for me.
We will play together so happily,
here's bricks for you and some for me.
We once tried to create a little mouse
on the dining table round at my house,
but it looked more like a grey woodlouse
on the dining table round at my house.
Lego always triggers our creativity,
we have such fun as you can see.
Tim let's try to build a bumble bee,
we have such fun as you can see.
Pa works in the Lego store warehouse,
he brings us new kits, we never grouse.
Ma says, "There's too much Lego in our house"
he brings us new kits, we never grouse.
by Mark Koplin |
Categories:
home,
Cottonwood and royal pine, majestic oak and fields of wheat
All you hear are birds, and the pitter patter of little feet
The smell of lilac fills the air, dirt roads far as one can see
Just beware of certain flowers and the stinging bumble bee
A cornucopia to run and play, safe and free from harm
There is no place I would rather be, than right here on this farm
This is my sanctuary, so many often wonder why
I’ll always love the country, it’s where I live and where I’ll die
I am thankful of this piece of ground, and all that I can see
Our life is what we make it, don’t let regret take hold of thee
August 17, 2020
by Ernesto P. Santiago |
Categories:
death, loss, lost love, love, nostalgia, sad,
On this big, wide, silver screen---
created, for the grandeur of the crafty
artisans of the soup, where creation
of love is the theme, where hate
does not dwell, I sketch a woman,
so young and innocent, the flowers’ gatherer.
Look, she’s still taunting
the bumble bee, hungry
for the nectar of the gods.
O thee, Saint of all Saints, I ask you
please, guide me in sketching
this woman of my life. Help me, to remember
her beauty and smile, the way I met her, ‘cos without
you, this is not easy, for many years had passed,
since the day she left me, to meet you!
by Cs Parker |
Categories:
adventure, america,
Instead I took a turn
Down a path we know by
Two ponds road
To the tree where I
As a child built a house
For the fairies in the
Bark and moss
And to my surprise
I saw it anew and
Inside too
Out came a beautiful fairy
“You think we would let u die?”
“I don’t know I…”
“You built us a home and now
We want to welcome you
To your new body a fairy body
And you will haunt these
Forests forever”
What could I say or do
I was transformed
Made anew
So if you choose to find out who I am
Come to the fairy river I’ll be singing there
And I love ham
by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
10th grade, 11th grade, 12th grade, 7th grade, 8th grade, 9th grade,
Few can boast of the love of a giant bumble these days
Helen feels honored for her bee adores her in all ways
Others cower in horror, when they see her bee’s stinger.
She is not fearful, for her pet is a doosie, a ding-a-linger.
He has her back, others leave her alone, never bother her at all.
Even giants and elephants do not come near, her enemies fall.
Running away practically before they do something mean to her.
Her giant bumble bee is her best friend, and an incredible cure.