#pollen
Vibration of light
From the flower Moon
Like buttered tulip
Melting inside
Dancing between my joints
Weaving a river in my blood
A yellow only flowers would know
Moving like honey-milk
To a temperature just right
Breeding wave by invisible wave
As you set far south west
Before anyone knows
You left behind your pollen of hope.
May 18, 2025
May 18, 2025 at 5:43 PM UTC
It's a beautiful ***
But wouldn't it benefit from some green?
I reckon you better start prepping that soil,
Because we're going to plant a tea tree!
Imagine how wonderful that would be,
Blossoming white flowers, a warm cup and bees.
Oh, imagine a garden full of bumble bees!
Buzzing about the perfect petals,
Pouring pollen into the breeze.
If only we had a garden,
We could sit and lunch,
Pastry, cheese, and the sweet drink from our tree!
Darling, while your out buying seed,
Would you grab a few more pots?
Feb 27, 2025
Feb 27, 2025 at 10:28 AM UTC
the first days of spring are upon us
and the rebirth is apparent in things all around us
from the leaves slowly growing back
to the grass, in need of mowing from growing fast
squirrels nibbling on juniper berries
the scent in air, sappy tar carried
with pollen intermixed
your allergies amiss
though still fortunate for the spring
Mar 21, 2021
Mar 21, 2021 at 3:23 PM UTC
Gemination sundered
the pollen,
cleaved from the stalk..
Redeemed from its
betrayal of peace..
influencing the toxic earth..
Jun 21, 2020
Jun 21, 2020 at 2:55 PM UTC
My eyes close gently
Like butterflies finding peace.
My breathing is soft
Like the winds that move music.
On my back,
Covered with duvet,
I come alive.
Don’t you hear it?
The call to an ancient rhythm?
I start to dance.
My eyes clench shut
Like doors to an argument.
My breathing picks up pace
Like the smoke of heat in winter.
On my back,
Covered with sweat,
I come alive.
The dance begins:
It starts at my toes.
Clenching, curling,
Pirouette Princess.
Moves up my thighs,
Shaking, sliding,
Shimmy salsa.
My hands join in,
They create foreign mundras.
Massaging circles into soft flowers.
I’m blooming all over again.
The rhythm picks up pace,
The drum beats vibrations into my existence.
The process repeats,
Pirouette toes,
Salsa thighs,
And flowers blooming from fingertips.
Faster,
This time,
Faster.
My eyelids play movies I’ve never seen,
My breath hitches in my throat,
I’m coming alive.
Suddenly,
I feel everything all at once.
My head starts to spin,
The good kind of dizzy.
On my back,
Lifting up,
Soul leaving body in unspoken essence,
I’m coming undone.
In a estranged voice I’ve never known,
Your name leaves my parted lips.
The music stops,
The dance is complete,
And the petals wilt.
Fingertips sticky with nectar.
Or is it pollen?
Doesn’t matter—
It still tastes sweet.
Apr 23, 2020
Apr 23, 2020 at 4:39 PM UTC
Sumer is icumen in
a modern English translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
This is an update of an old classic for those of us who suffer with hay fever and other allergies ...
Sumer is icumen in
Lhude sing achu!
Groweth sed
And bloweth hed
And buyeth med?
Cuccu!
Keywords/Tags: spring, summer, hay fever, seeds, pollen, med, meds, medicine, achoo, stuffy, nose, blowing, ragweed, congestion
Apr 14, 2020
Apr 14, 2020 at 5:21 AM UTC
Do you ever stop and think
I'm not just trying to be cheap
with these words that I speak?
They're everything that I wanted to say
but you stole them away.
And I know I can't stay
but how do I leave
the girl of my dreams
alone?
Do you ever stop and think of me?
Well I've been thinking of you
with everything that I do.
And all the words I wanted to say
you'd just throw them away.
And I know I can't stay
but how do I leave
the girl of my dreams
alone?
Jellybean
you know you make me scream
but I'll be crying out in vain
forever.
Jellybean
you know you'll make me sing
the song without a name
forever.
Burst out in a curse at the wind.
Do you know how it feels
to be the only one to see?
Forever really is
the longest time.
Now I know
I've gotta live a life alone.
But it's not what I wanted.
You've gotta know that I wanted
Jellybean.
Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 9:55 AM UTC
*In splendid repose
One blooming rose lies gleaming
Hummingbirds kiss her
The wind whispers their secrets
As the pollen keeps drifting*
May 22, 2017
May 22, 2017 at 1:38 PM UTC
The pollen count is as high as the national debt
Too **** high
My right eye stays shut from all the irritation from chemicals in the year
Happy Earth Day
While we still have one
Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 5:17 PM UTC
The daffodils are springing
In the bloom, the pollen toss
The bird sway as they sing
I sense your touch in my all
Take a little longer ahhh
Take a little time
Just forget to forge
The gorge you left whole
The pavement I step, rolling stones
Each pierce my heart, the yesterday
I am not a magician neither a mystic
To foretell your heart strained desires
Cascading motions or emotions
Anticipated notions and collusions
Erosion of the past demolish solutions
Fainted resolution my contradiction
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 6:40 AM UTC
In this life I feel rushed and hurried a long
like a little soldier bee made to sing his song
From flower to flower, task to task
Just leave us alone is all we ask
He gathers the pollen to make the honey
I work my *** off to make the money
All his work is for the hive
Without his life they won't survive
So I take a lesson from the Bee
Cuz now I see
How everyone depends on me
But by no means, don't forget
The other lesson he has for us yet
To do this all with a happy song
And stay buzzed all day long
Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 7:32 PM UTC
Pollen on your lips,
a bee in search of it,
I usurp it, get more
than what I asked for.
ഈ തേനീച്ച കൊതിച്ചതിലേറെ
നിൻ ചുണ്ടിലെ പരാഗം
തേടിയെത്തി തേനീച്ച ഞാൻ
കവർന്നതു ഞാൻ നുകരവേ
കൊതിച്ചതിലെറെ ത്തന്നു നീ
Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 10:48 AM UTC
I want to lay
in the grass outside,
under the flowering trees, but
ACHOO!
May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 5:04 PM UTC
Dandelions are the most independent flower.
They grow where they want.
No one plants them.
They’re free.
They’re infinite.
I felt infinite picking them in the apple orchard with you.
We were free.
We were infinite.
I couldn't handle my smile watching you,
Rip them out of the earth by the handfuls.
Your face was covered in sunshine and pollen.
It might have been the pollen that resembled sunlight.
Regardless,
You emitted the sun in a way I've never seen before.
I refuse to accept that dandelions are weeds,
Because I want to be a dandelion with you.
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 11:17 PM UTC
It is purest before the scratch,
A stain on white,
Like roots it grows beneath,
Not seen but there till the
Point its pollen Comes forth,
And with each shard
Shattering on the purity,
Till like ash crushed to black.
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 5:50 PM UTC
"How does a flower move"
When wind does not blow,
Stalk
Petals
Pollen
Released, sprinkled
Upon the ground below,
Does it dance for the sun
Energy
Food
Nourishment
From above and below
People ask
"How does a flower move"
"When wind does not blow"
"Simple"
Its worms tickling its
Gentle roots, many tickling in one go,
Its pollen falling is its laughter
Seeding the floor below
So when you see
Trees
Bushes
Flowers
Gyrating, moving with out wind,
Know its those naughty playful worms
Slithering, tickling there sensitive roots below..
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 11:10 AM UTC
When I first began culturing my memes,
I found the soil was rocky, had poor drainage, and little organic material
But life is relentless and these first thought experiments rooted.
They weren't much to look at from above ground,
But those roots were doing important work
Every weak point in the bedrock of my mind was found and exaggerated.
This action created micro fissures
And as the seasons turned and those early plantings faded into oblivion,
Erosion took over the heavy lifting.
With the bedrock now permeable, and the rainy season upon us,
Those cracks filled with water which then turned to ice and,
As autumn turned to winter, the mechanical action of freezing and thawing,
Was responsible for metamorphosing those fissures into actual cracks.
And with spring came more rain,
Washing organic elements into the cracks,
Now my mind had a proto-soil and was much more robust.
However, my garden was always ready, I just didn't realize it.
Life always exists,
When we use the cyclic reminder of the seasons as analogue:
It's much easier to see.
I find it much easier to see when I close my eyes.
Bring those spring rains, bring the pollen, more seeds, spores.
The pollinators are waiting
Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 12:21 PM UTC
I closed my eyes and all I could see was you walking in front of me.
Our feet stepped to the same rhythm and every time I stumbled over stray roots popping up from the soil I winced as my tempo no longer matched your steady drum beat.
As I struggled to keep up you slowed down, reaching for my hand, leading me further down the path. I didn't know where we were headed and I didn't care. Your smile planted daisies in my lungs that made it hard to breathe, yet every time I inhaled I could taste their sweet aroma.
Your hand in mine transferred your bright energy into my arms and made me feel safe and whole for the first time.
I opened my eyes and you were still there, staring at me. Your eyes were wild, looking at the new world before you.
Millions of years of natural selection culminated in the way you used one side of your mouth to smile.
I could feel pollen multiplying in my chest, making it difficult to open my mouth without flower petals escaping.
You took them and wove them in my hair like secrets but the wind tangled the words and now I'll never know what they are whispering to me in my sleep.
Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 10:51 AM UTC
honeysuckle heart, beating so fast
listen in sin the hummingbirds sing
and devour the poisonous pollen
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 8:08 PM UTC