#stinger - Hello Poetry

honeybee by michael r. burch love was a little treble thing— prone to sing and (sometimes) to sting Keywords/Tags: love, bee, honeybee, treble, song, sing, singer, sting, stinger, barb, poison

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Apr 5, 2020

Apr 5, 2020 at 3:13 AM UTC

michael-r-burch

honeybee

honeybee by michael r. burch love was a little treble thing— prone to sing and (sometimes) to sting Keywords/Tags: love, bee, honeybee, treble, song, sing, singer, sting, stinger, barb, poison

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Our dearest love has fallen The night arrives the same Shocked and feeling solemn For when darkness reclaims It's an unpleasant surprise Daily grave planet digs Towards ground in varying size Again Pebbles and twigs Disturbed a deeper level Dashing beside fear Black eyes of the devil Secrets and lies appear At dawn grief will linger Faded heat of the sun Greater the poison from the stinger Shine is at point forced to run Weighed down by loss I am feeling Our frame anchored to the ground Burden remains leaving us reeling Within in blackness does astound With sharp blow takes the victory In daylight look for shame In moon hide what we're scared to see Have only sadness in us to blame

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Jan 19, 2024

Jan 19, 2024 at 11:00 PM UTC

AmandaKayBurke

Night Arrives The Same

Our dearest love has fallen The night arrives the same Shocked and feeling solemn For when darkness reclaims It's an unpleasant surprise Daily grave planet digs Towards ground in varying size Again Pebbles and twigs Disturbed a deeper level Dashing beside fear Black eyes of the devil Secrets and lies appear At dawn grief will linger Faded heat of the sun Greater the poison from the stinger Shine is at point forced to run Weighed down by loss I am feeling Our frame anchored to the ground Burden remains leaving us reeling Within in blackness does astound With sharp blow takes the victory In daylight look for shame In moon hide what we're scared to see Have only sadness in us to blame

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Boomer-natural, we are as rare as any form of man, in America, perhaps it is different in other places, but here, on the edge of pre-Covid civilization, the ragged edge, straight left, ragged right, defiant of all constraints forced on thought by any letter system letting thought exchange occur at the deep meaningful level only words loosed to end and begin lines of lines occurring to you as if rhyme were requisite for your most exquisite expressions of hot and lukewarm gasses, this, too, passes. ___ Yes we. The many minds we use to judge the better angels of our nature, we the old, leaving less than intended, but more than enough, to leave time the chance to heal all things, or cease being at all. Time is no more what we thought it was then than it is now. To be happy pursuing happiness, might be a an exercise in godliness. aha ha ha like laugh therapy to recover from primal screaming grandchildren popping in with wee tiny ideas about how bees see to sting. They fly **** first, Grandpa. How?

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Nov 6, 2020

Nov 6, 2020 at 3:59 PM UTC

kenpepiton

Old and Ripe, not Rotten

Boomer-natural, we are as rare as any form of man, in America, perhaps it is different in other places, but here, on the edge of pre-Covid civilization, the ragged edge, straight left, ragged right, defiant of all constraints forced on thought by any letter system letting thought exchange occur at the deep meaningful level only words loosed to end and begin lines of lines occurring to you as if rhyme were requisite for your most exquisite expressions of hot and lukewarm gasses, this, too, passes. ___ Yes we. The many minds we use to judge the better angels of our nature, we the old, leaving less than intended, but more than enough, to leave time the chance to heal all things, or cease being at all. Time is no more what we thought it was then than it is now. To be happy pursuing happiness, might be a an exercise in godliness. aha ha ha like laugh therapy to recover from primal screaming grandchildren popping in with wee tiny ideas about how bees see to sting. They fly **** first, Grandpa. How?

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