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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