#bumble
Gazing at the blue gray mountains as their edges fade with the shifting clouds that hang over them; preparing just to wrap up a storm, my mind’s reveries conjure up a tempest
Pondering what has already been pondered a million times or more by anyone whose lifetime has reached the furthest shore.
Contemplating that which has been contemplated by multitudes who have gone before,
Seeking a lighthearted song and hopeful surprises that can never go wrong.
Sitting in the silence of clouds passing by; shifting their shapes and twirling their fates to each passerby.
What’s in store as the next page turns; chalking it up to another chapter, a newer version of what has gone before.
Wet eyelashes escort yesterday’s memories which seem to stumble over comrades’ luscious giggles and four-squares. Singing a song of sixpence and homemade apple pies…Twirling picnic baskets of summertime’s playful and joy-filled eyes.
Skipping lightly with a ne’er-do-care disposition that seems to go on and on without end...spaces are stolen and whispers of secrets gone wrong shift and fade away in summertime’s sunny songs.
Remembering playtime in the grass; chasing butterflies and bumble bees in mamas borrowed glass. Kool-Aid stands’ samples sweeten our memories of childhood’s desires. At that, rolling down hills and watching the shapes shift in their white, cloudy milieu; bringing down the house with giggles and easy, mind-bending imaginations that paint amazing visions of their future.
Jan 12
Jan 12, 2026 at 5:32 PM UTC
I've dropped Tinder and Bumble,
They're no use,
They are not you,
And never will be.
I've taken to dating our feed,
The moments when I felt most alive,
Visible, desired, wanted, loved,
Drawn by a magnetic force beyond time.
I've tried to stop, but I can't resist,
You swirl back stronger and deeper,
Determined to keep me and the love you recognize.
You're the only one who makes me feel this way,
You're the only one who knows how to stay.
Sep 19, 2023
Sep 19, 2023 at 9:38 AM UTC
A humble bumble bee
By the name of Timothy
Flies friskily through the trees
And sways smoothly with the breeze
For the wisping winds of winter
Are coming in a beat
So he must flee to be free
From the cold or he might freeze
So he flies to someplace warm
To a garden by the sea
Where a humble bumble bee
Can go to be a bee
Dec 7, 2018
Dec 7, 2018 at 11:13 PM UTC
(And I've been picking dandelions)
The rush of wind chases a wayward cloud
Over the foliage's luscious green mounds
It billows on its good fortune allowed
Feeding flowers leave stock's
roots underground
Petals bloom; centered bud's pollinations
The sun burdens and caresses at once
The bumble lost its edge to pollutants
Overcome in the tepid meadows grace
The seasons start to grow long and narrow
Encompassing the changing of our times
within their altering breadths; to and fro
It's shown upon the rocks face's in tides
She's beauty, ruffling with sents of sweet dew
And in her pluck, spring has become renewed
Nov 28, 2018
Nov 28, 2018 at 8:44 PM UTC
What could be less harmful to me
Than the humble bumble of the bumbling bee?
Today I saw a bumblebee but he had lost his bumble, it lay upon the concrete path
And I instead was humbled.
Nov 18, 2017
Nov 18, 2017 at 2:54 AM UTC
tell me something
at the end of the summer
how we've spent days
for the warm shadow of jasmine
I'm dumb in common
separated from home
one of the worst romans
in the way of his own
deceit and demise
narcissism and mice
went rumble and bumble
went crimble and crumble
Aug 26, 2016
Aug 26, 2016 at 1:39 AM UTC
I can feel something stirring...
Almost like Molten Lava slowly burning
Like a Cup-a-Tea brewing
It's finally settling in
that this is all something already been
As we sit in the tree
- Our Tree -
you're smiling cheekily
you say 'before you go'
placing your hand on my arm
staring with your charm
But I say no
All the complications
and difficulties from before
when you were my beau
still haunt me sore
'cause if we were meant to be
how come when we kiss I feel empty?
Sep 5, 2015
Sep 5, 2015 at 8:55 AM UTC
¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯
do hail
thine
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be
-:- annihilation -:-
frequently
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and
-:- overlook -:-
these
stony heights
o’er waters
swelling
earnestly
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and where
do i
-:- undoubtedly -:-
shorn shy of
-:- serendipity -:-
-:-
do i
among thy
laminae
in
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-:-
this
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mem’ry
stain amidst
the tainted
once a
daunting lee
-:-
thine
-:- airy -:-
brethren
shook the limb
dispersing
sap all
on the sea
-:-
and then
love’s leaf the
moribund
descendent
of
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thee
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of
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Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 2:20 PM UTC
Chasten Calypso declared to be clear;
humming a mumble inside of mine ear.
Always heard, but ne’er understood,
a whisper so willing, decidedly good.
The rapture of doomsday is said to be near,
but an ounce of the evidence has yet to appear.
There are several factors that could end it all;
the pride of mankind is destined to fall.
Hastened Calypso declared to be clear,
rumbling a rumble, fueled by a fear.
Often forgotten, yet forever engraved;
those who are faithful have already been saved.
Dwindled and swindled, the man may soon ask,
“Your person is puzzling; take leave of your mask.”
Now the raven is calling, to bring out your soul,
but all you have left is a void with a hole.
With chastened Calypso declared to be clear
she is tumbling a bumble who’s drunken with beer,
and thought the cliff it is climbing is sharp, and quite sheer,
if the bumble dose stumble it won’t shed a tear.
Where we are looking and what we will find
is based in illusion we have made in our mind;
Always is heard, and is ne’er understood.
It’s a whisper so willing, decidedly good.
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 1:41 PM UTC