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MisfitOfSociety Jul 2019
******* flowers with petals bare,
Call to the bees,
To come drink the nectar,
From hung ovaries.
T daniels Jul 2019
Ive had to stop answering the phone,
Because your absence taught me how to be alone.
The pictures overhang like collapsing waves,
And i view it only on holidays.

My island is all my own
And i visit with regularity
The water is pristine
And sunlight not unlike that of Montreal or Milan,
Athough ive never been.

Ive stopped going to church
The chapel is far to high
And these days only broken bottles speak.
Not to mention my demanding job,
Short order cook, 40 hours a week.

I miss that Island all my own,
The silent rivulet beneath the sands,
The sunbeam grips this sleepless land.
RVani Kalyani Jul 2019
Crystal clear sky of Green,
And that red coloured stream.
If the trees turn to blue too,
Will that seem beautiful to you?
What's wrong with this happening?
I've fed up with u people changing.
Blinded by progression u don't see the crisis,
I still wait for the day u admit that Nature is the basis.
A plea made by the nature's messenger/ nature's part to find nature's lost self.
We people have become so worse that we don't feel gratitude for nature anymore.
And we are not humans anymore either. In a par of civilisation,we are only focusing about the things that profit us while ignoring the nature's saddest cries.
Aa Harvey Jul 2019
Two bees or not two bees


So there I was one day, in the middle of a flower
And all of a sudden there came this great big shower!
The rain poured down and I was trapped in the plant.
The water was rising fast; I thought this is it man!


Yet from out of nowhere, there shined a single ray of sunlight.
The sky was dark, the water all around, but the yellow filled my sight.
She said hold on tight!  I will get you out of there!
I said I can’t fly up; I have got too much water in my hair
And my wings are all wet through!
I couldn’t flap them even if I tried to!
She said stop all your flapping and grab this leaf you fool;
Then she pushed down a loose leaf to help me.
It was shaped like a boat, so I tried to climb to safety;
But as I grabbed at the leaf, the side fell down with my hands.
I tried to climb onto the leaf,
But the rain had made it too slippery, man
And I slid back down, with a great big splash!
My bumble was underwater and then I heard her laugh!


As I looked up, she majestically leapt through the air!
She landed on the leaf like a ballerina with perfect balance
And I saw her face up close for the first time
And the movement of her hair.
With a flick of the wrist, she pushed her fringe out of the way
And said give me your hand and let’s get out of this rain!
With a struggle or two, I eventually climbed onto the leaf
And she laughed again as I blew the water out of my cheeks.


As we lay there for a few seconds staring up at the sky,
We were dodging head bound raindrops,
As the leaf continued to rise.
Soon the plant stem was full with all the rain water
And the leaf had risen to the top.
I could see the clearing once more; she said follow me!
Then she grabbed my hand and we slid down the stem of the flower
And still the rain, it dropped.
We quickly found refuge beneath a huge green leaf.
There was a waterfall pouring from its point,
But at last we could rest and so we began to speak.


After exchanging names and a bit of small talk,
I found out where she was from
And as the rain began to stop,
We decided we would take a walk.


We met some interesting folk, like the dung beetle with the smile;
He seemed to love the rain.
“Ah, ya can’t deny, it helps me pile.”
It’s a ***** job but somebody’s got to do it
And he seemed to enjoy collecting all his things.


As we approached her hive, I said well, I guess this is goodbye.
It’s been a pleasure my friend, was her reply.
Oh don’t mention it; it might bee nicer in better weather.
If you ever need someone to save again,
I hope to see you there for me once more,
When it begins to rain.
She said it’s a date!


As I began to walk away, she said:
Would you like to come in and see what we have done with the hive?
I think you would get on really well with my mates
And it’s too soon to say goodbye.
So I said sure, that sounds like a lot of fun
And the rest of the story has not been written yet,
But my heart it has truly been stung, by the arrow of love;
She had ignited my jets.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Aa Harvey Jul 2019
From the beeginning


A heart beats…
A heart beats again…
A heart beats…and then another.
A heart beats…
And then another
And then another
And then another,
Until the rhythm of the hearts sounds like thunder!
Welcome to life inside the cocoon…


Eyes open.  Eyes close.
Eyes open again…a blink as a brain begins to think…
Something is happening…a heart beats, in tune.


A claw drags itself along a wall and the thread begins to break.
Another claw drags along the same wall, searching for a way to escape.
A hole is pierced in a silk weaved shell.
The air blows in as the senses dwell,
Upon this feeling; inhaling, exhaling…breathing.


A heart beats…a claw is seen waving,
Through a tear in the sealed, protective pod.
The hole grows from fingers and toes, moving faster now.
Somebody is home…the outside noise it calls…a sound so odd.
The casing rolls and legs kick the air…this creature has a soul.
A fist bursts through the surface of the shelter, forming another hole.
A hand reaches out from inside to take a hold.
Another fist; another hand, a larvae is emerging
And soon the outer seal that binds,
All the trapped thoughts of a hive mind,
Are broken free and born with a lasting memory.
Knowledge gained through ancestral experiences;
The creature is still learning…
The cage is broken but never the bond.
The Queen Bee watches all her children,
As they emerge from their growing beds
And she sits there listening to ‘The Greeting Bees’ sing their songs.


The egg rolls once more onto its side.
The embryo is now no longer trapped inside.
It pushes open the wall to create a door to the world…
There appears a furry ball with a spike on its tail.
The story of creation is that nature prevails.


As the furry ball elongates to take its true shape,
A head appears from beneath a body.  The creature is now awake.
As open eyes look for the future, straight ahead,
The story repeats, again and again and again.


Another broken outer layer;
Everywhere the open eyes look, another bee is soon becoming.
Some bees have broken out at the first chance,
Others developed later, but they are all quietly humming.


And at the end, when all the embryos were released,
The remained but a single sleeping bee…


The impatience grew, but still they were made to wait…
A heart was beating, the bee was moving,
But still it did not try to escape…
Some other new bees began to crawl away.
Older bees had gathered to see and they were left truly amazed.
The time had come, the hatchling’s were born,
The hard work was done…
For all, except one.


So still the elders waited…


The bees that were free soon found the honey
And with time they gained their strength and ate.
As the sunlight turned into moonlight,
There remained a solitary bee who did things his own way.
He had decided to remain, saved in storage;
He was still building his courage.
All the courage he could ever need…
All that he could ever bee…


When all the other onlookers had given up waiting,
The Queen Bee sat and watched patiently…
And then at last a head pushed through the case.
It saw a face.
The Queen Bee was waving elegantly.


As the bee rolled out of its bed,
It lowered its head to The Queen Bee of the Bumbles.
She looked into his eyes and said…

“I think I will name you Humble…”


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
This is a story about a bee named Humble B. Bumble.
The Queen revels beyond the realm of summer’s lurid light
Yet scorns the damp recess of shade where moss has laid its lawn.
Her pale and powdered faces flaunt the earth by starry night;
Though falling, faint and faded, by the cawing crow of dawn.
Her slender, waxen limbs are draped upon her chosen sire  
Who cradles her, consumed amid the scent of her perfumes.
Wherever out her branches bend; is loveliness admired
By fleeting bat and beating moth; by men and sailing moons.
Magnificent she flourishes; dry, dappled shade her nest
Where wild and unrestrained, resplendent flowers ever grow
So fair, and verdant framed, and scarlet tipped, and golden tressed;
With flames of bronze and ivory her lighted candles glow.
The chills of night cannot befall: the hallowed earth is blessed
Wherever blooms the Queen of Night; Selenicereus.
Selenicereus is an epiphitic cactus native to South and Central America. The scientific name is derived from Selene, the Greek Goddess of the moon. They are sometimes referred to as the 'queen of the night' because the flowers open at night.
Padam Tandan Jul 2019
There  they are happy with the newborn
and here we are shattered losing someone,
for them the day brings the best
for us someone leaves to the rest,

look!  the body burns
and burns his existence away,
collaterally a baby cries
cries to tell everyone he is alive,

the nature runs this way
human leaves and lives this way,
and in memories of beloved ones
someone writes this way......
written: April 7, 2018
posted: July 4, 2019
Elemenohp Jul 2019
You were the first drop of rain after a seemingly endless drought.
The beginning of the end of a barren Era.

After that first drop, the crops began to take life.
The trees seemed to stand taller,
The animals, seemed calmer.

You were the start of everything new.
You were the embodiment, of everything true.

I couldn't ask a thing from you,
Your presence is enough to fulfill a lifetime.
Ruhee Jul 2019
Little Magic tree
Within you comes Glamouring fairy,

Every time I see
Your Blissful leaves falling to me
I feel Very happy,

With you belongs the key
Of souls That is to be free,

Fabulous Magic tree
I fall to you on my knee
Please don't stop being so Adorable Pretty,

Little Magic Tree
Filled with angel fairy
I love you through my artery.

Fathima Ruhee
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