bee

It ill behooves a horse

It ill behoves a hive,

To be without a bee;

But it ill behooves a horse,

 

To shoe his hoof and flee.

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Buzzed

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Flowers
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BUZZED


Oh the bloom
sparkling with dew
refused to the bee
to say "I do"
but instead
without much ado
after he'd bibbed
the nectared dew
she bid him a
kind and a sweet adieu


-saiom shriver-

 

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alfies

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Mother Earth
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ALFIES


To the blooms say the bees
"How do you do?"
Then they buzz and they do
to take nectared dew
Next to blooms say the bees
 "We must bid you adieu."


-saiom shriver-


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My ode to the Bumble Bee

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Animal Kingdom

 

Bumble Bee

 

Bumble Bee buzzin Around
From flower; flower bound
Collecting pollen; pollen baskets
Spare stuff: Pass it

Stuck to body and legs
Cross pollinating at best
Keeping vegetables pollinated
Bees; loved not hated

 

Thing about round bees
Clumsy; not good aerodynamically
Bouncing around defying gravity
Collecting pollen for honey

Some look like wasps
Seem a more purposeful lot
More direct; streamlined
More efficient to find?

Pollen needed for honey
Especially when it’s sunny

Too cold at winter time
But warm in the hives

Waiting for the sun
Open flowers; crops: Buds
Spare thoughts in snow
Where bumblers did go?

If keeping warm today
Only waiting for sun hats
Hip hip hip hooray

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Forgiveness Amongst Friends (Ant ~ Spider ~ Bee)

The Spring sun shines above
but, beneath the willow tree,
sits a spider and an ant
waiting for their friend, the bee.

They always meet up
every sun shiny day,
under the willow tree
so all three can play.

The spider and ant were talking
when finally, bee decided to show,
they looked at her, tapping their watches
"You're four hours late, you know."

"I had to do my hair," she explained
"my make-up, was hard to do,
then I had to find a dress
and my matching polkadot shoes."

"You're not going to a party," said ant
"we're just here to play,
you will get all dirty
and what if it rains today?"

"We'll let it go for now," said spider
let's go play in the sun,
we'll play hide and go seek
it will be so much fun."

Bee was so upset
she wanted to go home,
quickly, she turned to run away
and ran into the garden gnome.

Ant snickered and laughed at bee
he was rolling on the ground,
"That is quite enough," said spider
"bee, I still want you around."

"I'll just go home," said bee
"I am such a mess,"
she wiped dirt off of herself
and exclaimed "look at my beautiful dress!"

"I knew this would happen," said ant
"but, you didn't listen to me,
we're only here to play, I said
not going to a party."

"Ant, leave her alone
she's been through enough,
I'm tired of you being a bully," yelled spider
"and sick of you being rough."

Ant walked over to bee
knew he had to apologise,
gave her a great big hug
and wiped the tears from her eyes.

"I'm sorry for everything
please say you forgive me,"
ant was so ashamed of himself
he turned and sat 'neath the willow tree.

Bee walked over to him
and sat down by his side,
"of course, I forgive you
my feelings, I can't hide."

Ant looked at bee
tears rolled down his cheeks,
she could tell he was hurting
and feeling very weak.

Spider gave them both a hug
"This is what friendship is made of,
forgiveness goes a long way," said spider
"and filled with lots of love."

All was well between them
the spider, ant and bee,
they finally decided to play,
their hearts fillled with love and glee.

Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Apr.27/2012

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I had the title and the challenge words, but took me a while to write the poem.

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Never Again

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2010-2012 Poems

Bee.
Tiny, happy
Flies, gets honey
I dare to touch,
Ouch!

Hurts.
My finger is swollen.
Flew, landed, stung.
Tiny, angry
Bee.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

(c) jerlin 13June11 - a poem I've quickly written for my class, teaching them how to write Cinquain poetry.

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Gratitude of Animals, Pear Babies

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Great Gratitude

 

GRATITUDE OF ANIMALS


To you at birth each animal bequeathed
his own special gift in ribbons wreathed.
The cat delivered her independence.
The hawk his detached ascendance.
Loyalty gifted by the dog.
Archer's aim conferred the frog.
Waters of life gave the camel
Nurturing from the bovine mammal.
Longevity came from the tortoise.
Love for all from the porpoise.

Squirrel: the art of storing
Mouse flexibility

Gopher tunneling
Horse speed agility
Chameleon disguise
Guinea pig lovability.

Parrot mimicry
Rabbit fertility
Bull courageous fight
Giraffe his extreme height.
Gorilla his awesome might
Swan a soaring flight.

Porcupine pen quills

Stag his antlers
Squid: ink to write
Eagles.. longrange sight
Armadillo his armoured coat.
The whale offered himself as boat.
Elephant his showering trunk
Foe repellant from the skunk.
Bear his peaceful hibernation.
Vulture her conservation.
The donkey gave her patient heart.
The monkey gave his mental art.
His suitcase to you gave the kangaroo
as the gnu was freed from the zoo.
Roaches their divine forgiving
Lark her lilting love of living.
Sparrows their simplicity
Fox detective duplicity
Endurance from the ants
Bees their direction dance
Spiders the art of weavers
Architecture from the beavers.
Woodpecker.. carving precision.
Owl her nighttime vision
Fidelity from the loons
Humor from the baboons
Paper weaving from the wasp.
Medicines.. from the asp.
Crow her entire jewel collection.
Pigs their spirit of insurrection.
Octopi their boxing protection.
Butterflies their resurrection.

 

(to Andrew Linzey, first professor of animal rights at Oxford and all other animal protectors)

 

PEAR BABIES

 

The pear tree has
laid her bright gold
gifts in an autumn basket of
grass..

Author's Notes/Comments: 

chickens'
eggs.. each
is 250 to 300 mg of cholesterol,
120 gallons of production
water and 32 hours
a chicken was confined
to a 3 ft by 1.5 ft
cage with 5 others, after
being debeaked..
http://www.eggcruelty.com
http://www.upc-online.org

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Bug Rights: Thoughts About Mosquitoes, Ants Etc

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A Fellow Creature

 



Actor James Coburn: (Buddhist) i do not kill flies.

Vedas: Jada Bharat was drafted to carry with others the
palanquin of the king. He stepped to avoid ants in such
a way that his actions were erratic and he was released from
compulosry duty.

Peter Burwash, professional tennis player and vegetarian
saw a column of ants come onto the court and crawl toward
the net. He lost the match because he would not harm them.
*
Warsaw ghetto concentration camp survivor Alex Hershaft: The last thing
my father told me before he was taken away to be killed was not to harm the cockroaches who ran along the walls of our holding area.

James E Ritchey At the base of the eyelash is an invisible mite.
Ask not what your mite can do for you but what you can do for your mite.
and always remember mite makes right.
*
"Even kings and emperors of great wealth and vast dominion cannot
compare with an ant filled with the love of God." -Guru Nanak-

Cockroaches:
When one grows up in Manhattan where apartment buildings are constantly involved in extermination of cockroaches one realizes)they are always waiting in the wings.
Jan Freundschuh:
*
johnny appleseed chapman biographer
james howard kuntsler:
if a hornet flew into his raggedy pants, why johnny (appleweed) just figured the poor thing was scared to find himself lost in such a deep dark cave, and he endured his stings until he departed. if he was fixing to sleep in the woods on a fall night, johnny would rather lie in the cold than build a fire that might kill any of the season's last lingering mosquitoes. as for the great beasts of the forest, the bears and wolves, they must have sensed that there was something different about johnny, 'cause they always were friendly and obliging. the bears would rub their backs against him like he was their favorite back-scratching tree and the wolves liked to lick his head.
 
wasps:
Patricia Cornwall paraphrased:  Watching the way she calmly crushed a wasp, one wondered if she was capable of homicide.
c wilson: i was nursing my baby daughter.. a mosquito
landed on my arm.. i decided to let her nurse too   9
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yogananda: (paraphrased): i slept covered in mosquito
netting. my master in the next bed had no netting at
all. i awoke with many bites, he with none. when i
asked him why, he replied i had mosquito consciousness.
*
chemical companies have billions of dollars in contracts to kill mosquitoes
using insecticide sprays which poison all the waters of the world. they act
with the cdc and the who in
promotion of the west nile virus
scam. politicians are invested in
huge corporations

nonvegetarians are more bothered by mosquitoes because of the odor of their blood.

brother james marcus: the sweet
rain has stilled the voice of the winged
ones.

cessation of mowing is one way to protect bees and other insects

St Francis of Assisi is said to have worn bells
on his toes as he walked barefoot to warn
the insects he was coming.
*
The self realized master Anandamayi Ma
once did obeisances to a cockroach to remind
her students that all living beings are sacred.
*
The Saint of Shirdi in the book Sai Satcharitra:
Never harm a snake or a scorpion. He will harm
you only if ordered to do so by God. If so
ordered there is nothing you can do about it.

(Yogananda about his master Sri Yukteswar)
A deadly cobra once confronted him, only to be conquered by my guru’s love.

A follower of Sai Baba was thinking that the Jain practice
of wearing a mask to avoid inhaling insects
was ridiculous. Immediately a fruit fly sailed up
his nose.

A British rabbi wrote in the magazine Jewish Vegetarian
several reasons honey was unethical.
The queen bee’s wings are often clipped so that she may not move
her hive way from human thieves.
Bees are often crushed as the racks are slid in and out.
Many bee hive operators steal all the honey allowing the bees to
starve in winter and to be replaced in the spring.
Is it ethical to steal from bees?   20

Silkworms are boiled alive in the process of manufacturing silk.
 

SNS: Japanese beetles to God are more valuable than a rose.

*Naomi E watching her grandfather bait a hook said "Grandpa, were the worms bad?"

 Ram Dass’ statement about
the disciples of Maharaji: “When the flowers
blossom, the bees come.”

Tom Earley: Many who boil freshly picked cruciferous broccoli or cauliflower
don’t realize they are often boiling the worms hidden at the core.

Sufi tale of a baby bird and a wasp
http://spectrumofbel…sufi-story.html
http://mysticsaint.blogspot.com

Poisonous insecticides and herbicides including malathion and dioxin used throughout
the world to kill gypsy moths, pine beetles, poppy and pot plants
are filling the waters of the sea with these same poisons… which
concentrate in fishes killing or deforming them or making them
sources for cancer, while also killing whales, seals, dolphins and
other sea creatures.

Terry McGovern, deceased daughter of Senator George and Eleanor McGovern, subject of the book Terry by her father: "i go out of my way to avoid stepping on ants."

Actress Rhonda Fleming  "i cannot kill an ant."
*
SNS: Cockroaches don't bite like flies nor sting like beetles. They are amazingly adaptable.
Will these fertile gentle creatures be the last species protected on earth..

JesusWhatsoever you have done to these the least of My brethren you have done unto Me

Bhagavad Gita: He is dearest to God who has no enemies among living beings.

Father Ron Lengwin, KDKA host:
Adam's apple may have been the heart of the first  butchered animal .

Mosquito Consciousness… a dialogue between Sri Yukteswar and Yogananda

My guru’s thoughts were weighed in a delicate balance of discrimination before he permitted them an outward garb. The essence of truth, all-pervasive with even a physiological aspect, came from him like a fragrant exudation of the soul. I was conscious always that I was in the presence of a living manifestation of God. The weight of his divinity automatically bowed my head before him.
If late guests detected that Sri Yukteswar was becoming engrossed with the Infinite, he quickly engaged them in conversation. He was incapable of striking a pose, or of flaunting his inner withdrawal. Always one with the Lord, he needed no separate time for communion. A self-realized master has already left behind the stepping stone of meditation. “The flower falls when the fruit appears*. But saints often cling to spiritual forms for the encouragement of disciples.

As midnight approached, my guru might fall into a doze with the naturalness of a child. There was no fuss about bedding. He often lay down, without even a pillow, on a narrow davenport ,,A night-long philosophical discussion was not rare; any disciple could summon it by intensity of interest. I felt no tiredness then, no desire for sleep; Master’s living words were sufficient. “Oh, it is dawn! Let us walk by the Ganges.” So ended many of my periods of nocturnal edification.
My early months with Sri Yukteswar culminated in a useful lesson -“How to Outwit a Mosquito.” At home my family always used protective curtains at night. I was dismayed to discover that in the Serampore hermitage this prudent custom was honored in the breach. Yet the insects were in full residency; I was bitten from head to foot. My guru took pity on me.
“Buy yourself a curtain, and also one for me.” He laughed and added, “If you buy only one, for yourself, all mosquitoes will concentrate on me!”
I was more than thankful to comply. Every night that I spent in Serampore, my guru would ask me to arrange the bedtime curtains.

The mosquitoes one evening were especially virulent. But Master failed to issue his usual instructions. I listened nervously to the anticipatory hum of the insects. Getting into bed, I threw a propitiatory prayer in their general direction. A half hour later, I coughed pretentiously to attract my guru’s attention. I thought I would go mad with the bites and especially the singing drone as the mosquitoes celebrated bloodthirsty rites.
No responsive stir from Master; I approached him cautiously. He was not breathing. This was my first observation of him in the yogic trance; it filled me with fright.

“His heart must have failed!” I placed a mirror under his nose; no breath-vapor appeared. To make doubly certain, for minutes I closed his mouth and nostrils with my fingers. His body was cold and motionless. In a daze, I turned toward the door to summon help.
“So! A budding experimentalist! My poor nose!” Master’s voice was shaky with laughter. “Why don’t you go to bed? Is the whole world going to change for you? Change yourself: be rid of the mosquito consciousness.”
Meekly I returned to my bed. Not one insect ventured near. I realized that my guru had previously agreed to the curtains only to please me; he had no fear of mosquitoes. His yogic power was such that he either could will them not to bite, or could escape to an inner invulnerability.
“He was giving me a demonstration,” I thought. “That is the yogic state I must strive to attain.” …. Sound and sight come then indeed, but to worlds fairer than the banished Eden.

The instructive mosquitoes served for another early lesson at the ashram. It was the gentle hour of dusk. My guru was matchlessly interpreting the ancient texts. At his feet, I was in perfect peace. A rude mosquito entered the idyl and competed for my attention. As it dug a poisonous hypodermic needle into my thigh, I automatically raised an avenging hand. Reprieve from impending execution! An opportune memory came to me of one of Patanjali’s yoga aphorisms – that on ahimsa (harmlessness).
“Why didn’t you finish the job?”
“Master! Do you advocate taking life?”
“No; but the deathblow already had been struck in your mind.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Patanjali’s meaning was the removal of desire to kill.” All forms of life have equal right to the air of maya. The saint who uncovers the secret of creation will be in harmony with its countless bewildering expressions. All men may approach that understanding who curb the inner passion for destruction.”
From the book “Autobiography of a yogi”
http://www.ananda.org 
www.natha.net
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