Home for the holidays


Welcome home, to the place you have never wanted to be.
The place you have never felt at home.
No longer the only place you have ever known;
Now you have somewhere else that you can go.


Oh, just smile; the past arguments are just forgotten memories.
The times of change are already here
And this is the place where we all want you to be.


Please don’t leave; we all know it has already been too long.
Surely it is time for us all to just move on.
Those arguments can never be won.
If one side loses, we all lose.  
How can that be fun?


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Flaw


All your beautiful flaws.
I am left crawling at your feet, begging, let me be yours.
Cynicism and pessimism; I see a beautiful prism,
Floating inside your galaxy eyes.
Bitter words choke realism;
I guess the party has to die.


Left behind to tell only lies.
I love the way your truly despise.
You are so apathetic and that’s to your credit;
You have nothing to hide behind.


They say miserable; I see incredible.
So credible, you do not speak their dull,
Repetitive slogans, no catch phrase needed.
No advertisements; you’re real and I mean it.
I love it when you say you really hate.
I love to see you act that way.


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The complete truth


I honestly do not care about anything.
Nothing has flavour; nothing matters.
I do not care about a thing.
I could live or die; I don’t mind your disasters.


I could be happy, or I could cry.
It’s not in my eyes, but from my mind.
I could have written a better line,
But tell me please, who has the time?


I could love, but what is the point of that?
I could give someone a hug, but no-one is worthy.  Just stand back.
Do not get too close or the truth will have to be exposed.
I truly don’t hate you, but well, you know.


Apathy for apathy’s sake.
Rip out my heart so I can throw it away.
Punch me hard in my expressionless face.
I do not care if I have a nice day.


It’s not dislike; it’s not like you did anything wrong.
It’s just every single thing in the entire world is gone.
It all means nothing, I do not care.
I don’t want to shame you, when you say cut my hair.
There truly is no point, it really doesn’t matter.
Believe me, I could show up with green teeth, a disease
And my hair all matted, face unclean, with clothes all torn.
They have never been ironed, because I was never taught.


At the end of the day I could get fired
And I wouldn’t have the tiniest bit of sadness for the loss.
I will gladly accept it because I am so bored of liars.
Tomorrow should be something to look forward to,
But it is not.


So empty inside, but I have to smile.
I have to ask how are you, it’s been a while.
I leave no question mark because the answer does not interest me.
For this I no longer have any empathy.


I could explain, but I will not.
You do your own thing and get lost.
All you say is falling on deaf ears.
I am not listening, so do not expect tears.


Maybe I am a psychopath; I have no remorse.
Compassion I lack, how do you feel about that?
I exist inside all these flaws.
Are you answering?  I am mute, step back
And keep on walking in any direction.
I have no desire to make any kind of connection.


If you get too close, you will see on closer inspection,
That there is no lie here to be found, because this is perfection.
The antipathy of a verse of truth,
Written with a clarity of thought absolute.


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Continous rhyming


Misplaced the pennies I saved up to buy me a dream.
Lost all the marbles I tried to keep inside of me,
But nothing tastes like home
And nothing outside can beat my dome.


People in corners tell secrets you don’t want to hear.
Liars and truth sayer's speak words like they are diarrhoea.
Love’s Angels sing at night and I want to smash them with all my might.
**** all the goodness and split open all of the sores.
Wounds never heal when you are fighting for the wrong cause.


Rivers always flow; the wind it always blows,
But lonely as I am, I’ll never admit to defeat
And happy as I am, you’ll never see me in the street.
A ghost man with no name,
I have no interest in fame.
Just give me the money to buy myself out of this job.
Just send me the freedom I need to write the stories that I want.


The things we dream in dreams,
Are never quite what they seem.
Met me a reader who has never written a thing.
Wannabee singer; I wrote lyrics, but I could not sing.


Losers lose their mojo; don’t ask me where it goes.
Princes in palaces; I want everyone to go!
Princes and paupers are all the same when the end comes.
Death is the eternal entity and the end of all fun.


Everyone wants to live a life without the struggle and doubt,
But life is a razor and we stand on the edge waiting to be taken out.
Love is memory I hope to God I never feel again.
Continuous rhyming…same ol’ same…


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Global Extinction


The fires you start will come back and burn you.
The idiots are in charge and they deny the truth.
Enjoy the sunshine whilst remaining blind to the drought.
We as a species deserve to be dying out, no doubt.


When the waters rise and the lives disappear,
You will turn around and ask to hear,
But it will be too late to make a change.
The end is nigh, if things stay the same.


The sun is nice, until it is not.
The sea’s will rise and the land it will go.
The bats have all died because it is getting too hot.
Welcome to your inferno.


No fossil fuels left for you to dig, you dig?
You will be left on your little island, surrounded by what you did.
Emptying the ground for oil and gas.
The life they have, the life they must have.
The gas has taken the future and all the president can do is laugh.


I guess he knows that money talks.
The silent majority will rise and tear down your new wall.
Protest against the murderers, they **** the planet while I write verse,
To tell a tale of man-kinds fail; the words will never be heard.


Extinction Rebellion;
Our future wails.
No more extinction!  No more contradictions.  
No more self-punctured nails.


Once upon a time a clean air act was written as a promise.
No take backs, set in stone, the lies beat the Hell out of being honest.
The Earth is empty, it’s elementary.  If you eat until it is all gone,
You will get a nice tan from a hundred degree sun.


Speaking like a hurricane, tornado range,
It’s climate change.
The amazon is nearly gone, because Mr. Amazon is number 1.
The Earth is first, humanity thirsts,
I see no saviour fighting for our Earth.


All that remains is a scorched planet.
Just one more degree and we have all had it.
Polar bears drown, forest fires.
When the power ends and the planes are all downed,
We will be climbing the trees to get higher.


The tsunami will set us free,
By wiping out man’s technology.
Welcome to another ice age.
Man will walk alone one day.
The last man on Earth will have his say,
But nobody will ever hear him again.
For too long now we have all stood still,
By driving pollution through our hearts.
We have all become so ill.
This is how the evil starts…


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Tiger


From the darkness comes a sound.
A heavy footstep on the ground.
The Earth it shakes and twigs are heard to break
And all the animals quickly run away.


From the shadows there comes a growl,
From a beast so deadly foul.
It moves so slowly as it prowls,
In search of something to ****; its face a picture of scowl.


Within the trees it is camouflaged.
It blends into the background
And from the jungle there comes an “arggh!”
A man to death is eternally bound.


The claws that rip and tear at skin,
Before the teeth sink deeply in,
To such soft flesh; the touch of death
And at the end there is little left,
To ever say man stood at this point.
The bones skinned bare of muscle on joints.
All that remains is the sleeping tiger, next to a pool of blood.
He is the lone survivor, for this is his neighbourhood.


Later as the tiger leaves,
The remains remain hidden behind the trees
And all that was, is no more.
All that is left are the prints of the paws,
That lead away through leaves of green.
A broken path is all that is left to be seen.


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All abuzz about a bee


The name’s Humble B. Bumble; welcome to my mall.
How do you do?
If there is anything that you need, I am sure we have it for you.
Need a fresh *** of honey to go with your food?
Not a problem, keep the bottle; I saved this one especially for you two.


Do you need to buy your honey something new?
Not a problem, all honey is good here, I can make honey too.
If you see something you like, I am sure we can find you a good price.
The sugar sure is nice; we just got this frozen stuff,
You won’t believe your eyes!  
They call it ice;
It keeps the water cold
And you just need to add flavour to savour,
The refreshment of your soul.


Your honey’s no good here; the first drink is on the hive;
But I must insist after that, your wallet must appear
And please do not drink honey and then dive.
I will have the bar-staff make you something to drink
And when you are feeling all warm and fuzzy inside,
There is a quiet section for you to sit and think.


Only you can decide what will bee next on your shopping spree.
We’ve got ‘Beegee’s and Banana’ and ‘Our-army’ suits.
There is the Jumper Gotye fashion store
And Kelvin Flies if that is what suits you.
Gooey has more high-end goods, if you have got the honey to spend.
Whatever you need, you will find it here at the ‘All A Buzz’ Mall,
PO Box 3B, Fly Mile End.


If you live in the sky and want to bee a diner,
Then you won’t find a place that is finer.
If these syrupy sweets are not at all to your taste,
Maybe you could think about some bling for your wings?
We have the little shop of forgotten treasures;
I am sure we can find whatever you need or think,
Would improve your life.  Our doors are always open to new idea’s!
We work through the night, to fit your clothes, right on;
If you need a refund, we will always bee right here.
Here, take my card and don’t forget to mention my name.
The middle initial stands for Bee
And Y’all Bee sure to have yourself a nice day!


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Bee happily ever after


So Bee Bee was ready, the larvae were on the way.
She was worried about looking after new larvae;
But now all female bees could grow up to become mothers in the hive,
If they wanted to bee.
So the brood could bee smaller
And anyway…
Humble wouldn’t want it any other way.


Bee Bee was with the man that she loved
And Humble loved Bee Bee, oh so much!
But he was always worrying too much
And he couldn’t hide his true feelings;
Like when he was nervous, or when he was in love.


The midwife was there;
There was snow in the air.
The bees were all safe and warm indoors,
Waiting for the ones they already adored.
They had waited so long and now the day was finally here.
The nurse closed the door to all the waiting family and friends,
Who had been waiting for oh so long;
Humble had waited his whole life.
The midwife told them all jokingly, “Get out of here…
This may take some time…”


…As the doors once more opened,
Bee Bee lay there with Hope in her hands,
Giving her a hug.
Humble was sat beside her holding Ethan in one hand
And Fen in the other…
Two daughters, one son.
Two sisters, one brother…
Two proud parents…so in love…

One love…

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It’s good to bee home.


Home at last; how I have missed you all.
It has been so long since I was here.
Many days have passed;
Has it really been a year,
Since we last set eyes upon each other?
Oh wonderful home…
Oh!  Hello Queen Mother.


The Prince has returned to tell you of a future,
Where we leave this land and head to another.
I have found us a place to which we can migrate,
Where the sugar is plentiful…our new home awaits.


We must inform the others of our decision to depart.
Winter is approaching; it is time for our mission to start.
The scouts must bee sent to gather information about the destination.
There is a universe of wonders out there just waiting for us;
I have seen it on my vacation.


I have met many kind and wonderful folks,
On my journey around this world
And I have stood where our ancestors spoke.
I do believe I have discovered a place where we can finally rebuild.


There are other hives there;
Other communities to trade with
And in this land of sugar and honey,
We can all raise your brood of kids,
To become bees of great stature and substantial presence.
We will never go hungry.
Start the celebrations; we can all begin to dance
And sing our songs until we are ready to go.
The hive must start packing; we must head to our new home.


This hive is beginning to crumble;
This is no longer a place of bumble.
There is a new home waiting for us,
Beyond the edge of what we thought we knew.
Have faith in me, the time of change is here
And if you still do not believe in me,
Then send others to confirm my truth.


Our friends and family are waiting for us to arrive;
Please give the order to prepare to leave the hive.
Will we all wait until we are nearly all gone?
Or will we move as one…?
I think it is time for us all…
To fly to our new home.


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Bee true to love


Bee Bee, my Queen.
I do love you;
With every piece of my honest heart…
I swear, I do.


I know for a fact, if we can still be together
And still in love, like we are today;
I will be the luckiest bee in the hive.
You are my only way.


You are my light, my hive,
My love, my wife
And when we are in our olden days,
I will hold your hand and ask for…nothing.
For I will need nothing more, than to see your effortless grace.
I will only need to see the most beautiful smile,
On The most beautiful face.


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Bee Bee the Bee


Hi everyone; this is Bee Bee.
The two of us are engaged, to bee married. (I’m so pleased!)
We think it’s time to settle down.
We think it’s time to start a family.


I have had my adventures
And somehow I managed to find myself a Queen.
She is so beeautiful!!!  
Check out me;
She is so pretty
And me, with this face; it’s now full of smiles, I’m alive!
It’s time to join the rat race once more and build our own hive.
The reason I go to work is to provide for her;
Because seriously dude, look at her!


She is worth all the honey in the hive
And for some strange reason she chose me to fly,
Next to her until we are old and worn out.
I will tell you how much I love her;
No, I will shout!
I love this bee!  My Bee Bee!
Bee Bee and me sitting in a leaf,
K-I-S-S-I-N-G…
I am sooo happy!!!


We have been together a while now;
Flown through the darkest rain clouds.
Burst up through the cumuli and nimbus
And held each other tightly as we dropped back down.
We have so many people to love,
But I love her the most;
So please, join me in raising your thimbles
And let us all toast,
The most beautiful bee I have ever seen!
The most beautiful bee there is…Bee Bee.


In our future hive, my honey is her supply,
As she is my honey; look deep into my eyes,
Not around the eyes, deep into my eyes
And you will see my truth, honesty and pride.


Yes I am with her, because she makes my heart purr.
This sugar rush is more than enough,
To keep me falling in love.
Every day and in every way, I love her more,
Because every day it only gets better and better, my love.
Just when I think I could not love her more,
She says something, or does something, that I simply adore.
She cares so much that I can’t help but love,
Each and every thing that she does.


I could talk to you about her for the rest of my life,
Without ever being bored;
But right now I am in a rush.
You see I need to get back to her smile.
She brightens up my day, my night and forever I’ll,
Bee in love with my Queen.  
My Queen Bee Bee.


It has truly been a pleasure talking to you all, I must say,
But the ceremony will soon bee under way
And she would never let me live it down,
If all my talking meant we had to show up to our own wedding late.


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Could this bee the end of Bee Bee?


Humble came flying through the trees,
After the evil Blues-Bee
And Humble could see Bee Bee up ahead,
Being chased by their enemy.


Humble was trying to dodge the Blues-Bees fleas,
As they were leaping through the air at him.
He would kick the ones behind so hard,
Punch the ones in front of him with a grin
And dodge the stones the worms were hurling up,
With their tail’s being used like catapults.
All the while, Humble was speeding as fast as he could,
To save Bee Bee from the Blues-Bee, for he was no good.


Two fleas leaped at Humble and he dived down to avoid them
And they crashed into each other with an almighty bang;
But as Humble looked up, all he could see was the Blues-Bee,
Flying over the cliff edge, chasing Bee Bee, oh dang!


As Humble flew after them, he saw the Blues-Bee,
Suddenly change direction and fly off into the distance.
Bee Bee was not in front of him, so Humble stopped and turned around.
Bee Bee was lying on the ground; her face had a look of sadness.
The Blues-Bee had stung her heart and she was hurt,
But they had been through too much together,
For Humble to ever bee losing her!
So he flew to her as fast as he could.
She said it doesn’t look good,
Honey.
A light bulb appeared in Humble’s mind.
Honey!  You’re right!  
Honey would bee good to fight,
The bitter sting of The Blues-Bee.
She needs a remedy.


She said I have used all of my supply; I have nothing left to give;
But Humble did.
He reached into his fur coat and in the pocket next to his heart,
He found the *** of Honey, Bee Bee had given to him,
When they first started dating.
He had kept it from the very start.


He took out some honey and covered the wound,
Then he said to Bee Bee, I’ll take care of you.
As he held his hand where Bee Bee had been stung,
He gave her a kiss and from behind the grey clouds above,
Out came the sun…


It shone directly on Humble and Bee Bee as they kissed.
When they had finished kissing, Bee Bee said,
Look out Humble!  He is behind you!
As Blues-Bee sped towards Humble determined to not miss.
Humble held Bee Bee tight and with all his might,
He used his wings to protect them both,
As Blues-Bee’s shadow removed the light.


Blues-Bee crashed into Humbles back, stinger first
And then bounced off Humble and began to cry.
My stinger…Not my last words…why!?
What have you done Humble?
Why did it not go through your wings?
Humble turned around to face Blues-Bee and said,
You never believed in any kind of love.
I always believed.


So now you can fly along,
It won’t take long
And I will take my wife home with me.
And you?
You will soon bee gone.
It’s time for us to leave him behind Bee Bee.


Blues-Bee flew into the sky and around in circles for a while;
He didn’t know where to go.
As Blues-Bee fell from the sky to never bee seen again,
Bee Bee pulled the stinger from Humbles wing
And said that must sting.
It’s left a little hole.


That doesn’t matter; I can still fly.
So let me fly you home before we lose the light.
You know you called me Wife when you were talking to him?
You do realise we’re not married, right?
Well I thought if you would like to bee my Queen,
Then that is something we could try to fix tonight.
We could go get married soon, if you like?
You haven’t even proposed!  
You never know.  I could say no.
With you I always know, that you are my only choice.
My inner bee speaks with your voice.
You are my way to happiness;
You are the best I will ever get
And if you say you will not marry me, then I will bee heartbroken
And love will never bee and my heart will never rejoice,
But at least I know, knowing you left me awoken.


Well I had better say yes then;
Can’t have you giving up on love.
It’s the best thing that you do.
I think it’s time I was more than your girlfriend.
You know you do have that huge heart of yours.
I guess the stories of love are true.


So Yes!  I will marry you Humble!
I want to fly with you…forever more.
Together we can Bumble.


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Not another! Bee Bee love poem.


The love Humble had for her hit him like a bolt of lightning.
It would have been frightening, if it wasn’t so exciting.
His heart raced, he could not remove the smile from his face.
Surely this time it must bee real?  
He didn’t have enough hope left to waste.


Sure he was sure that she was the one.
She was unlike any other that he had ever met.
He knew he was wrong to start with a blonde;
He had always loved the brunettes.


So Humble B. fell in love with Bee Bee.
Some would say it is elementary,
But I think it is much more sophisticated than that;
It’s fate, it’s destiny, it’s a drop of the hat,
To the beautiful Bee Bee, Humbles Queen.
The everlasting love he had seen in his dreams.


Bee Bee loved Humble as much as he loved her,
And now their tale of love was spinning in a whirl,
And writing itself, for no author was needed,
To tell the story of the Bee’s; the book had been seeded,
And now new love was everywhere to bee seen,
For little Humble B. and his beauty Queen.


Destined to last, no turning back;
They would fly with each other from now until the end.
The trials and tribulations are all just the facts.
The fantasies are what makes it feel like a Godsend.


Two Bee’s who are meant to bee,
Together forever living in Harmony.
Sure they may argue and occasionally cry,
But they both truly know how they feel on the inside.
Destiny has played their hand,
And now together they fly over the land,
And all they see, they see with each other.
Love finds their true love and forgets all other lovers.


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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.


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Bee-lieve


In the pines, in the pines,
There lived a bee who shivered the whole night through.
His hair was dyed, his enormous size,
Meant he didn’t have to listen to anyone and he ruled his crew,
With fear and intimidation;
He sought to bee the cause of social dysfunction.


The Blues-Bee was hardest to bee seen,
When the moon was up in the sky.
He would move between the shadows unseen;
His reflection cast no light.


No soul, no noise, just endless nights.
No smile, no toys, just one bad idea; it was time to fight.
He had raised a band of blues stingers
And he knew there was only one way; his way.
He couldn’t stand the way others sang;
It was his depressing buzz that made all other bees fly away.


Blues Bee and his gang travelled in search of sound;
They were never happy and travelled under the ground.
The fleas and the Blues Bee travelled with the worms.
The worms would lead the way through all the dirt
And the Blues-Bee would tell them what to do.


He heard a noise, so they burst up through
And appeared at a picnic party birthday celebration.
There was a grasshopper playing the lute
And the Blues-Bee took it away and imposed his condemnation.
Hey give it back!  I built that!
I’m just here to bee with my friends.
The Blues-Bee said nothing; he was a bully
And the lute was never seen again.


Blues Bee jumped down a hole;
The lute he stole was never to bee returned.
The grasshoppers friends said let’s go after them!
But the grasshopper said in the end they will lose
And there is a lesson here to bee learned.


The group they sat and listened to her words;
The rivers flowed through to bee forever heard.
She spoke of peace in a time of conflict;
She taught them how to just move past it.
She taught a generation to see further…
So they named her Lila.


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Bee-Real


As I flew up, into the air,
I looked back one last time at the hive.
All the bees were standing there.
Some were happy and proud to see me go; some were still crying.
As they held handkerchiefs up against their noses,
I saw the twinkle in their eyes, was the sunshine reflecting;
They truly did pull at my heart strings.


But this was no time to bee questioning my decision.
There is a whole world out there!
And I don’t know what I could bee missing!
So onward good friend, up, up and away!
My radio-wave-head thinks today is going to bee a glorious day!


As the hive became smaller, as it grew further into the distance,
I regained my focus; let the adventure commence!
So forwards I flew, over places I have known.
There were still faces I recognized below
And there were still places I wished I could go;
But there was no time, because time flies!
And so did I; further into the sky.


I could see the ant hill, swarming with an army of friends.
The days of war between our people were over
And I hope they will never return again.
A couple of ants flew up to have a chat and say goodbye.
They told me I was the talk of the town
And wished me luck, but they had to fly.


So off they went, back down to reality;
I was still gliding along on a possibility.
What could bee out there?
What will I see?
I couldn’t believe I was finally fulfilling my dream.


For so long now I had been thinking about going someday,
While all the other workers were out drinking
And only interested in pay.
I saw a better future, where the amount you owned did not matter,
Because there was enough for everybody and endless laughter.
All quarrels were temporary, no lasting family feuds.
I still dream of a time, when I fly home to you;
But now I can see the border approaching.
This is it!  It is finally happening!
So close to freedom, so full of fear,
But I am an aeronautical engineer and a space pioneer.
The past is behind me and it will still bee there when I return;
Today is a present, the future calls me,
Time to let my engines burn!


Faster and faster, I fly only forward!
No looking back now, as I travel through the air waves.
I have never been so excited!
I had never imagined there could bee a way,
To smash through the sound barrier!
I broke the speed of light!
I have passed through the boundaries of what was my old life
And now I am becoming a stand-alone bee!!!!...


Hello chum.
I quickly turned around to see.
What are you doing here!? I said in amazement.
Didn’t think I’d let you do this all by yourself did you?
You know you’ve always been my favourite, but you ain’t the bravest.


We’ve been friends since you were a nipper
And your girlfriend sent me along to keep you safe; ok skipper?
So, where are we heading?  Anywhere nice?
What girlfriend!?  What are you talking about!?
This is my journey!  My life!
I travel alone, as one bee leaving home!
Not a bee and his mate,
Having a look around and then gone when it gets late.


I don’t know about that buddy, I just do as I’m told.
Well I’m telling you, go!  Leave me alone!
This is my adventure, I cannot worry about you.
There really is no need for you to come along too.
Oh it’s not a problem pal; I ain’t got nothing better to do
And it looks like a laugh, doesn’t it.
So; what you up to?
Oh bother!…Humble said with a shake of his head.
Did you not listen to a word I have said?
Go home, I don’t need protection; I’m a unique bee!
And with that I flew into a hole in a tree…


As I came back out with a nonchalant attitude,
He simply said you should watch out for those little dude.
Look where you’re going and that;
They sneak up on you, them holes in trees.
Never see ‘em until you crash into ‘em; know what I mean?
I just wanted to check I hadn’t left anything that could go rotten!
And that there was nothing in there that I had forgotten.
It’s my tree of things, you know, in case I, er, ever need anything.
Of course it is flower-power…can’t have enough trees.


And so, with that, my solo flight became a tandem.
He flew alongside me for a while,
But eventually I managed to ditch him.
There was a scout one day; we met him by a stream.
He told us the wife had given orders,
For Bee-Real to return to his Queen.


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I’ll bee back


The time has come,
My bags are packed,
I’m heading out into the blue.
I’m thankful for all that you have all done for me
And I will miss each and every one of you.


For the times we have shared, I am eternally grateful,
But my destiny awaits and I am ready, willing and able,
To break out on my own and begin a whole new adventure.
I have loved the life I have shared with you,
But I am in need of bigger and better.


There are so many things on my bucket list,
It is time I began crossing them off.
Turbine thrusters have been enabled;
It is time that I was gone.
For this send-off I love you all
And I truly will never forget,
But I am a bee and there is so much out there to see.
Ignition; starting jets…


This image!  
This time!  
This is a part of me now;
With you all lined up, hands a-waving me goodbye,
Oh you make me proud!
It has been an honour and a privilege to serve with you all.
My bee’s knees are standing tall
And it’s because of you all that I must go.
The world awaits; you will forever bee my mates.
I will miss you all and I will return; I hope that you all know.


The countdown has begun.
The runway has been lit up by the rising of the morning sun.
One small step for please bee kind,
One giant leap into the unknown…


Look out future!  Here I come!
I’ll bee back one day to see you all again;
I promise.
I love you all!

3…
2…
1…
!


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Bee ambitious.


We always seem to fly together;
I’m gonna fly out on my own.
I sure do like working with you,
But inside my heart I live alone.
Maybe one day we will find a way,
For you to become the bee I travel with in peace;
But I don’t see that happening any time soon, unfortunately.
You have been a good friend to me for all this time
And when I return, I will find you
And I will bee…so happy!


But for now I must fly solo;
One day I will return.
I will come back one day to this hive and all that which I know!
But for now, I have to go.
Next time you see me I will have a thousand new stories to tell.
Do not waste your life dreaming about me;
Do not linger and cease and yearn.
We will meet again some day, I promise,
So do not bee too concerned.


There is no ‘Us’ for me, in this place, at this time;
But give it time and things could change.  
Maybe we will find our way.
Until that day I will save all my honey
And wait on you in all ways.
If I can bee of service, then nothing could bee a trouble to me.
If you would like a spoon full of honey to pour into your tea,
Then please;
Allow me.
I will oblige you this morning, for I have nothing better to do.
You can only see me thinking of leaving here, through teary eyes,
But smile, please, you can already see I need to find a new view.


I am a little bee with big ambitions!
One day you will see me
And hopefully my dreams will have come to fruition.
The orange horizon sure does look tempting to me;
I wonder how far the sky goes?
I have been speaking for years now about how I would leave,
How I would find out what lies beyond;
I only stayed this long because I was worried it would bee too cold.


I guess you already know what happens,
When a bee begins speaking about leaving.
It never seems to chase its dreams;
Well, I will be a unique bee!
I’m heading over the trees!
Going to disappear behind the bushes;
I will bee last seen heading for the sun!
My mind is made.  I have done my days
And retirement sure looks like fun.


There is a great big world out there to go and see;
Going to travel and view it all, just you watch me!
I have already flown a whole mile today!
And once I have rested, I will fly again!


The ocean may bee difficult to cross over,
But I will find safe passage aboard a ship.
I will hide from newspapers and angry eyes,
But I should bee ok to make it to the other side…I think
And when the ship docks into port,
I will find the nearest sugary drink.


This is my plan so I thought I would tell you before I set off…
So; tell me.  What do you think?  
Am I ready…?
Or not?


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Bee beautiful


We could have flown together forever,
But now I cannot stay.
If only you could have kept the faith,
We could have found a way.


If only you didn’t kiss him…instead of me.
You could have been the Bumble, to this Humble B.
We had our moment and now it has passed.
We have lost all we had,
But we sure did have some laughs.


I will always love you and I hope you still love me,
But my heart only has a place for my true love
And we were not meant to bee.
You made my heart complete.
I only wish you felt the same way…honey.


Bee beautiful.


I will never forget the times we have been through.
You have always been there for me in the hive when times were tough,
But all things they have to go forward and I am going on without you.
We are not what I want to bee…
I am no longer in love.


I will never forget you and the love you gave to me,
But our love was never destined to bee.
I thought I had found a part of myself with you,
But some hearts are only meant to break in two.


I am sure I will heal and we will smile together another day,
But this time is not the right time for us to say,
We should meet again.  Maybe there is a way,
But I cannot stay and be reminded of your face
And the way we always flew…
Some dreams of love they do not last.
Bee beautiful…
Bee the bee that I knew.


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I’ll never bee kissed


Every weekend, Humble would go to the same bar,
In the same part of the hive, with the same group of mates.
He always went on the same Friday night and nothing ever changed.
Until one day there came message that The Pollinator band,
Were playing a gig outside the hive at Bee Pride
And as Humble arrived, he saw all the honey-fungus mushroom lights!


There was a huge crowd, so Humble pushed his way through
And eventually he made it to the front.
Some bees were drunk, some babes were happily screaming
And there, stood next to Humble, was a bee-punk.
She looked like the other bees, but she was a tattooed rebel.
She looked at Humble and his bees-knees began to wobble.
Then in-between Humble and the bee-punk stumbled her boyfriend
And Humble thought, typical.


Later, Humble couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
The crowd of bees began to split apart;
I must bee dreaming, he thought,
As the music disappeared.
No sound to bee heard from a thousand cheers.
All he could see, all he could hear,
Was a Queen of undeniable beauty approaching.
The beat of Humble’s heart began to quicken,
He was in shock at the look of this fox!
She was unlike any other and he hadn’t even been drinking.
He knew right away that he loved her
And he would forever love her for all his days.
It was Colpo Di Fulmine; make no mistake
And luckily for him, she felt the same way.
She walked up and gave Humble his first kiss
And his entire life was changed
And then she said “Hi Cutey, what’s your name?”


He was left speechless,
He had actually been kissed!
It was like nothing he had ever experienced before
And no other kiss would ever bee the same since.
This was Humble’s first kiss,
It was unique.
He had finally managed,
To find his true love!
…or did he?


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Bee-ing rejected


The path to love is a long and winding road
And the road is in 3D when you fly through the air.
You can bee left behind so many times,
That you think that it will never go right,
Until you make it there.
There are so many ups with love,
But without love you are only ever let down.


Humble was no different, he wanted to bee loved like everybody else,
But sometimes it doesn’t matter how many times you try,
You always end up at the end of the night going home by yourself.
Humble was a trier, he would ask out every bee that he liked,
But try as he might and as much as he would have liked,
It seemed nobody would ever love him
And he was alone most of the time.
He had been rejected so many times that he decided to make a list.
The first one said this; the second one that
And this is the story of Humble B. Bumble and his love-life…
Ain’t it sad?


You’re always crying, boohoo.
You’re too happy; I am nothing like you.
You are just like me, because I like nothing about me.
We don’t think the same; you’re not fun, you’re a pain.
You are annoying me, buzz away little bee;
You have my sympathy, but you will never bee with me.
You’re too quiet, you talk too much.
You’re too weak, you’re not tough.
You’re too slow to make a move;
You’re too fast with your response to bee telling the truth.
Your clothes are bad; your hair is bad.
You’re far too sad to bee a bad boy.
You’re just having a laugh, you’re never serious;
You must bee delirious.
You’ve not cool, don’t bee a fool.
You’re too nice; you’re not nice enough.
You’re too far below me, you are not heading up.
You’re not ambitious, nor smart,
You’re never victorious and you are no work of art.
You can’t sing or dance; you wear the wrong kind of pants, no bling.
You live with your ‘rents, but you don’t pay rent.
You have no honey, I like honeys.
You ain’t funny; you are far beneath me.
You’re not pretty, you’re too silly.
You have no style, you are not unique
And you don’t have a perfect smile, ugly bee.
You think you are great, you’re always late,
I don’t like your face; we’re just mates.
I like him, you will never win.
You are such a loser; who is gonna choose ya?


So many times Humble searched for love
And when it was good it was really good!
But when it was sad, it was real love, I guess;
We will never know…
Do you think Humble will ever bee truly loved?...


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The Queen Bee


Hello Humble; it’s been a while since you and I first met
And I do appreciate all the time I have spent,
In the company of such a warm heart.
I remember you from the very start.


You were the last to come out and play.
Are you still the same shy bee that you were that day?
No matter; you can only bee who you are
And you are a star! Humble;
Always remember that, wherever you are.
No matter how you are feeling,
You will always bee loved,
Because Humble, your heart is truly good
And I would happily give you my Queendom to rule as your own Humble,
If I only could.


You must find yourself somebody to love.
Do not waste your time on a love that will not last;
Find somebody who is truly good
And she will love you for who you are Humble…never forget that.
I want to see you in here one day Humble,
With the love of your life.
I want you to bee married someday.
I would like to meet your wife;
She would have to bee someone very special to win your heart.
You stole my heart from the very start.

Love true Humble
And Love will truly love you…

I love you.


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Bee-for


I’m no social butterfly, but I buzz from flower to flower.
I talk to all as I do the rounds, but my resting face looks dour.
They think that I am feeling sad,
Even when the sun is shining on me;
They don’t see me as a buzzing bee.
They don’t see me working for The Queen.


She sits upon her majestic throne and watches us pass by.
We all seem to bee happy; the work keeps us in tune,
But one day soon, this little buzzing bee,
Will bee found staring at the moon.


The moths say they can do it;
They’re gonna fly up there one day.
They see the light and all its might;
They have big dreams, I would say.


My dreams are only small hopes;
I am not asking for the moon.
I’d like a bee to fly with, so with her I could share my jokes.
I want to make her laugh and smile;
So I would appreciate it if I could meet her soon.


I collect all the honey and build octagons;
The perfect shape to make the most of the honey we consume.
I don’t need a large pile of honey,
To build myself the future I believe I am due.


You see my heart is limited;
It only has space for two.
You and me; me and you.
The sound of my buzz is out of tune.


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Friday night will bee our night for dancing


Humble was exhausted after his first week of work.
He had helped people before, here and there,
But today it seemed like on his back he carried the Earth.
His body was aching, there was no mistaking,
It had really been a tough week.
So he would toughen up, work harder next time;
He could no longer afford to bee weak.


The life of a drone seemed quite simple from a distance,
But the reality was you covered a lot of distance.
Flying around all day searching for the nectar
And you couldn’t have a day off, no matter what the weather.
There was always more pollen to collect,
So it was not a job Humble could afford to neglect.
The hive needed nectar, so every day he would look far and wide,
And on every flower head.


He worked on his own, but there were plenty of other drones,
Who were usually looking around the same plants.
So the days went quite quick, you did your bit
And at the end of the week, you went out to dance!


Humble was so sure he would meet someone he could fall in love with,
As soon as he went in and sat down, guaranteed!
But although his friends were there and he had a good laugh,
He saw Bee-Real meet his new girlfriend and that was that.
Blondebee had lots of attention from another man.
Tiny Dancer was dancing with yet another bee.
Aw man!  Thought Humble, everyone is happy but me man!
And that night he walked home, a lonely little bee.


And so it continued, each week the same;
No love for Humble, he felt so lame.
Even Prince found a girlfriend and he never even spoke!
Humble thought this is beyond the joke!
The next week Bee-Real bought his girlfriend with him.
Lovebee was her name and she had a beautiful grin.


One night Tiny Dancer and Blondebee shared a kiss,
But Blondebee told Humble, it didn’t mean a thing,
Because he was the one she really wanted to bee with
And so, like a fool for love, Humble dived right in…


Blondebee soon became Humbles first girlfriend…
Is this where the story ends…?


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Bee ware


My first week’s pay!
What am I going to do!?
I have never had this much honey before!
First of all, I will go to,
The joke shop and get me those books I saw.
I could do with some new material,
For when they say “That’s getting old.”
Well, they won’t say that when all my jokes,
Have never before been told.
By me that is,
They have already been said before, on BeeTV;
But who has the time to remember everything?


Oh that reminds me, I could do with some shorts,
For when I am playing Buzz ball;
I will have to go straight to the mall.
Maybe get me a nice new pair of sun glasses.
Got to look the part when I go out to ‘Where it’s at.’;
The place where everybody is.


Got to show off some wing-bling;
Got to get a new hair cut;
Got to buy some new tunes;
It’s time to change my style up.


I’m still gonna listen to rock ‘n’ roll,
Because everybody knows,
It’s good for the soul;
But maybe some babe would like some other kind of tune.
So I will try to keep an open mind,
But I know I won’t bee buying no Buzzy-Fly.
Man, that guy can’t sing!
And he wouldn’t know what a good lyric sounded like;
Or maybe I could buy myself a brand new sky-bike.


I have seen them on the adverts;
They have only just arrived.
Maybe I’ll catch a bee movie too,
So I can quote all the lines.
Already planned to go out dancing,
So I will have to say something.
I’m never gonna get a girl-friend by trying to sing like Bee-Bee King.  
Now that’s a guy who can sing!


I haven’t got the range or the talent,
That ‘The Yellow Stripes’ have; they sure are good.
“I’m gonna fly off!
A bee with seven arms couldn’t hold me back!”…I love that song.
I can’t wait to play my new bass guitar tonight;
Can’t wait to go and buy it.
I will just pop in, go get my pay check and then it’s time to split.


I will look so cool in the new threads I am going to buy.
I’ve got to put aside some honey though, for Mum;
Everybody wants to take their piece of my honey pie.
I have to give her a part of my wage, boohoo; but it is only a slice.
Got to pay the board, but I am still sure,
I’ll still bee the coolest bee in the hive;
Once I get those flared jeans that I have been waiting to buy…


Five minutes later,
Humble came out of the office with a sad look on his face.
I have worked all week and this is all I get paid!??
Man!  The life of a worker bee…it’s a shame...
(Such a shame.)


We work all day for a *** of honey
And there is never enough to go around…
They can talk and talk and say that’s life!
But this sure ain’t funny
And now I can only cry the tears of a clown.


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Bee in the distance


As Humble flew along,
He could see some bees flying away in the distance.
He was so excited to see new bees,
That he flapped his wings as fast as he could,
To fight his way through all the turbulence.
The wind was against him, the bees so far,
But he was determined to meet them, so he flew like a shooting star.


There were two bees that seemed to bee following,
A much smaller bee who was in front.
Humble thought it must bee the leader,
Because it dodged quicker than the others could.
It zipped in and out of the tall corn stalks;
It would disappear down…and then shoot back up!
He could see the broken pieces of the corn as he flew above.


He didn’t know why they didn’t all just fly over, there was no rain;
But once more they all suddenly vanished again.
So he dived in after them and quickly made his way through the corn.
He had a few close calls and nearly hit his head more than once
And then suddenly he flew past something lying on the floor;
It began to shake its head, it was only stunned…


Humble quickly realised he had been chasing a much bigger wasp.
I’m out of here he thought and was quickly up and gone;
But out of the corner of his eye he saw something as he rose,
He saw the difference in size between one wasp and the other;
There was no way he could just go.
He had followed the wasp but now there was a bee;
It was further in the distance, but he couldn’t just leave,
The wasp to catch the bee, so with all his speed,
He sped after the wasp, giving it all that he had got.


As the wasp in front of him forever gained on the bee,
It suddenly felt a hand on its stinger and Humble gave it a twist,
With all his might, he span around as fast as he could,
The wasps head was spinning quickly, navigation on vacation
And with a mighty crash, there was a huge cloud of dust and a thud!
Humble kept on flying, feeling dizzy himself,
But he saw the line of the horizon and once more all was well.


Once more he got closer to the bee and said wait for me!
The bees eyesight wasn’t the best
And it could only hear a wasp still chasing, so began to flee.
It darted to the left and quickly back to the right,
Humble kept a close eye on its movements
And lined the bee up in his sights.


He was getting closer, so the bee flew straight up into the air;
Humble was determined to follow, so flew up without a care.
As the two bees rose up, going higher and higher,
Humble began to lose his strength and his body began to tire.
Soon his wings stopped and he could only drop;
The clouds above grew smaller and soon he would bee gone.
He closed his eyes and tried to flap his wings,
But his energy was gone, it wasn’t happening.
The ground approached at speed, he thought he was toast,
When suddenly a hand grabbed the back of his fur coat.
He tried to look behind him but he could not see,
The bee who was carrying him to a place of safety.


He started to flap his wings and shouted let me go!
He wiggled to escape but still the hand had a hold.
He span his body around so the other bee was closer to the ground
And he said let me go or I will fly down.


He was so busy trying to look over his shoulder
And reach the hand that had a grip,
That he didn’t see the sun flower ahead,
But the other bee did.


With a huge use of energy the other bee span them both back around
And let go of Humbles fur and disappeared without a sound.
Humble was moving too fast, to change his flight path
And suddenly he crashed and landed softly into the sun flower...

And as for the other bee?
Humble heard a laugh…


By the time he had found his composure
And made his way out of the flower,
The other bee had disappeared
And Humble was left alone to wonder…


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The Blues-Bee


Beyond the trees, there lives a bee.
He lives alone in a place called Harmony.
He left his hive a long time ago,
When they threw him out for being too cold.
He shivers, so he could never fit in with all the happy warm families,
So one day they said he had to leave
And he has never been seen since.


His time in isolation allowed him to decide what to do;
So he found himself a blue berry or two and now his fur is dyed blue.
He has no friends who are also bees.
He spends his time with worms and fleas,
Because these things they cannot fly;
Blues-Bee protects them from the things upon high.


They all exist together deep in the forest,
Beneath the darkest leaves.  
Blues-Bee says he will never leave.
Blues-Bee has lived in the wilderness for such a long time,
That he can no longer remember what it was like in the hive.
He only remembers the day he left
And all the goodbyes that they never said.


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Don’t bee late for Flight-school


Ok…Are you sure you have got everything that you need?
There is nothing you have forgotten?
Nothing you want to get before you leave?
Are you sure you don’t need to use the lavatory before you go?
Oh!  Have you got enough honey?
Enough clothes to wear?  Some beeswax for your hair?
Are you sure you are ready to leave?
Yeah…

Don’t worry about me Mum, I’ll bee ok.  
I have been preparing for this day since I can remember.
Oh!  Have you got your mittens?  It gets cold in September.
Mum; chill out.  I’m going to bee fine
And the next time you see me I’ll bee able to fly!
Now Son; are you sure you don’t want me to give you a lift?
No Dude; thanks, but it’s only a short trip…


It’s time for me to go.
Oh I know, I know; don’t bee late, hurry along
And go and meet your mates, don’t bee late.
I’m sure he will bee ok Love.
We love you Son.
Yes!  We love you Humble!  And his Mum gave him a great big hug!
I love you guys too and I won’t bee gone long.
Just a few days and I will bee done
And then you can say “You know he flies as well now, my Son.”


With that Humble walked out of the door
And soon he met his mates, all four.
They were up ahead so he ran to catch up.
Oh ‘ello Humble.  What’s up?
Hey Bee-Real, what are you doing here?
Just walking little Prince here to flight-school.  He fears.
He worries too much if you ask me;
Got no sense of direction, see.
Oh well; what will bee, will bee.
Hey Humble.  Hey Prince.  How’s things?
Don’t ask.
Bee-Real laughed.


Hey Humble.  Hey Blondebee;
What do you reckon we are gonna see,
When we walk through those big doors?
Bee-Real said “You’ll see ‘em all flying about an’ that, I’m sure.
They got nothing better to do, I’ll bet ya.”
Hey Tiny Dancer.  Hey Hum;
Today’s gonna bee fun!
Yeah, for you it is, you already know how to fly Mr. Superfly.
Some of us just have a natural ability; Hey ladies.
Said Tiny Dancer as two bees flew by.


Humble and the others,
Had to walk through the offices of the Bee-Air institution,
Before they were eventually lead to the building,
In which their training instructor was waiting,
For them to begin their training mission.


So there it was…Flight-school.
Wow!  That’s cool!  
Said Humble as they opened the huge doors,
To reveal a huge area painted sky blue from wall-to-wall
And in the centre of the large room there was a swimming pool.


What’s with the water, Bee-Real?
That’s for when someone fails.
If your wings get wet because they are not like a shield of steel,
Then they say pack your bags.  It’s time to bail…

Well; see you later guys.  I’d love to stay, but I gotta fly.


As Bee-Real left and the small group of four joined the line,
Flight Lieutenant McFly began to talk.
After a little while the training had begun
And soon it would bee time for the tests…


As Humble walked up to take his place for the first attempt,
The Flight Lieutenant said,
Show us what you got kid!
And Humble did!
He flapped his wings as hard as he could!
He rose off the ground a little and then he floated back down.
Nice attempt.  Try again.  
Some of the other bees were joking behind the Lieutenants back.
Hey you; I can see what you are doing over there.  
Stop clowning around.


Humble tried three times and it didn’t work.
Tiny Dancer tapped him on the shoulder and said My turn.
Then he leapt into the air and flew around the room.
Well done lad.  You really know how to zoom!
It seemed like everybody else did too;
To Humble at least.


Eventually, all that was left was one last bee.
Even after being trained by Flight Lieutenant McFly,
Humble was running out of time.
Everyone else had learned to fly.  They were all watching.
There he was…the last bee in line.


Nobody believed he could do it;
Not even him…
Until he only went and did it!


Humble soared into the sky!  He flew so high!
And so fast around the room
And as he passed the bees below, he shouted out Zooommm!!!
He was gone in a flash,
So quick to dart back up into the air
And as he landed in front of the cheering bees in his class,
After flying behind the artificial clouds and trees,
The lieutenant said,
“Congratulations!  You have all passed!”


Nobody fell into the swimming pool.
Humble later found out that nobody ever does.
As he flew home, he felt, so cool!
And all along the flight path that he took home,
Could bee heard the sound of Humble B. Bumble,
Qualified flier,
Humming along…

At last Humble had found the right note to sing his unique buzz.


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Dreaming of leaving the Beehive


Life in the hive was a lot of fun,
For all the little bees when they were young;
But as Humble passed the Pupa stage,
He was told he had to act his age.
It was time to find a job!  Go!
It was time to imagine becoming an Imago.


He didn’t want to say goodbye to his youth,
But he had a plan, so he needed to make honey.
It was a plan that would work, he was sure!
It was his plan and it was a plan he could stick to.
He would get a job and move out of his home.
He would bee a comedian!  
Wouldn’t life bee funny…

Oh no…
Humble had been chosen to become a drone;
But never a clone!
For as we all know,
Humble was a unique bee.


He saw his future away from the hive.
There is a whole new world out there,
Just waiting for me to bee brave and go and discover.
He was only waiting for his time to fly.
He had always wanted to fly like the others,
Because he wanted to fly into the arms of his lover,
But he could only ever hover.


His life was quite nice, but there was a price;
He could never go beyond the edge of the pines.
The boundaries made him feel trapped
And he needed to fly past his past.


He needed to see the future.
His wide open eyes and wide open mind,
Needed to see what was out there;
The love he knew he was destined to find.  
It was time for Humble to meet her.

His wings had finally grown big enough…
It was time for Humble to take off!

It was time for Humble to learn how to fly…


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Bee Plus


Sure it’s nice to learn, but I could never sit still…
(Humble!  Sit up properly in your chair and stop moving about!)
I had my head in the clouds; never my mind on the quill…
(Humble!  Are your listening!?  What was I talking about!?)


The teachers liked to talk and I would nod my head,
But I was only there in bee form;
My head was elsewhere, so I would forget,
Everything they taught.
Humble wants to go outside!
Not bee stuck indoors.


There she goes again,
Talking about subtraction and multiplication, or something.
The truth is I never listened.
She could bee saying something really interesting,
But the sun outside, it glistens!


The sun calls to me and says come out and play!
So when the lesson is over, I am the first bee away
And out of the door,
Like a flash of lightning through the corridors.
I know I’ll have to come back after lunch,
But right now!  In this moment!
I can fly once more!


Somehow I know the answers to the questions they set,
But all the knowledge in my head, when they ask me, I forget.
If it ain’t right now, then it will never bee needed;
So can’t we, just for today, just leave it bee?


They keep on talking about the future of the bees;
But dude, I just want to have fun, so give me some peace.
Yeah, I did the homework and I didn’t even get paid.
I read page, after page, after page, after page
And at the end of the day…
This ain’t that great.


“Well maybe you should get up and teach the class!”
So I did; I got it right and I even made them all laugh.
Then the teacher gets annoyed and tells me to “Go outside!
With the other boys and wait for detention!”
I guess she needs to bee the centre of attention.


Aww Man!  Why you taking all my toys?
It’s just a bit of fun.
I can’t help being a joker
And then you give me even more detention!
For saying,
“Aww Man, you a beekeeper-smoker!”


I can’t wait to grow up and leave this place.
Sure, I’ll go and sit outside again,
With all the cool pupa’s in the breakfast club group.
That’s ok; we’re all mates
And we’re quite aware of what we’re going through.


So there we all are, just having a laugh,
Until we hear somebody shout “Oi! Get your bumbles back into class!”
We reply, we can’t; we’ve been thrown out again.
Then they tell us “Well, just sit there and bee quiet then!“
Aww Man!
Can’t I even catch a break?
Everybody needs to just, chill out…
At least now it’s nearing the end of the day.


Eventually, the teacher calls us back in
And then she surprises us all with a pop quiz!
Aww Man!  We don’t know the answers;
Why you always picking on us?
And of course, you know the result…

I was third in the class;
I got a humble bee plus.


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BeeTV


What is that Dude?  That’s the TV Son.
What does it do?  Oh it lots of fun!
There are these bees, you see, they act and stuff.
It really is quite good!  Shall we have a look?


Ok, I guess.  Humble didn’t know what to expect
And as BeeTV came to life, there were little bees inside.
Humble was surprised and ran to the screen.
He tried to reach inside, but nothing was happening.
There was something in the way, but he could not see.
Dude said they are not in there Humble,
They are far away bees.
They are in the studio in another part of the Hive;
They send pictures through waves, the collective Hive Mind
And the pictures appear; come sit over here.
We can watch them together…
And they did for many years.


As Humble grew up to become the bee he became,
There was always a place for BeeTV in his heart
And every bee in the hive felt the same.
In every home throughout the hive, BeeTV was available day and night And as people went about living their lives,
BeeTV always remained a part of their life.


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Beeside signs.


One day Humble was in his nursery class learning,
About the A-Bee-See’s;
When the teacher, Miss Guide-Bee,
Told them all that later that day,
The would bee meeting the Seebee.
She asked if they would all listen to what he had to say,
Because it may help them in the future, maybe, one day.


They were taught about what bee’s needed to do,
In the future to co-exist
And how every part of the bee machine,
Was needed to continue helping the hive to live.
If every bee knew their role in society
And did not criticize other bees for the way they chose to live,
Then maybe, with time, things would all work out alright in the end, maybe.
Imagine if we were all, all we could be.


He said look out for the signs that nature sends out for us.
If you believe what nature is trying to tell you
And if you truly trust,
Nature will lead you along the road you are meant to bee flying.
Some bees give up believing,
But if you trust in the law of nature and her insight,
She will help you steer clear of the darkness
And you will always fly in the light.


If you see a sign that says this option may be good,
Then listen to your heart and try to trust.
Maybe it will not happen as you would like it to bee,
But nature sees the entire world and eventually,
If you trust in destiny
And realise this is how things were meant to bee,
Then hopefully you will avoid the negativity
And hopefully you will find the bee you were meant to bee.


All bees make mistakes, but if you learn from them,
You can change the future and your life can bee re-written,
From that point forward; if you want it to bee.
So if the universe is screaming out, that is a bad idea bee!
Then listen to what the wind is saying, for the wind is free,
To blow its air wherever it may choose.
So fly like the wind; choose to win and not lose.


Do not give up,
When you could bee flying up,
On a dream, along the jet-stream.
Now; please open your books…


Remember, if you see a sign of happiness this way,
Look for love, for it will bee near-by;
That is all I have to say…


For the rest of the day, Humble was looking out for signs.
On his way home he saw a sign that said Bee Happy.
It was outside a shop, but Humble realised it was a shop for babies.
So he carried on looking and saw a couple of bee’s kissing.
He didn’t know what this sign could mean, but he knew he was listening.
Then he saw two newly wed bees;
He heard them talking about where they could take their honeymoon.
They didn’t know where they wanted to bee;
They just knew they wanted to get there soon…


…Eventually Humble arrived home and as he opened the door,
He saw his parents holding hands, very much in love.
His Mum was watching BeeTV as his dad, Dude, just snored.
Bakes-a-good-crumble said hi love, how was your day?
Did Mrs. GuideBee give you a message to pass on to me today?
Or is everything ok?
No; today we just talked about what I wanted to bee when I grow up.
So what did you tell her love?
I don’t know yet, but being in love sure looks like it could bee good;
Oh and Blondebee wants me to go out with her
And her parents on the weekend.  
Is that ok?
Sure Honey…
Go have fun with your friend.


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Way to bee!


As Humble walked with his parents into the bee nursery,
He saw the other proud parents with their own little bees.
Eventually the teacher said, excuse me parents,
I will have to ask you to say your goodbyes;
We must proceed with today’s event…


As the parents left and the larvae bees took their seats,
The teacher, Miss Softly-Spoken said
Today children we are going to have A Spelling Bee.
I would like you all to welcome The Spelling Tree!


The Spelling Tree walked in with a miserable face.
The Spelling Tree was Mr. Dictionary in a tree costume
And he didn’t like this place.
One day I will get away from here, you will see…
Now, now Mr. Spelling Tree, no need to bee grumpy.
A is for Air.
B is for Bee!
C is for Cloud, said Mr. Dictionary…


He really didn’t care anymore; he just wanted to leave;
But life in the hive wasn’t all fun and games.
You were given a job that you had to do every day
And this one was much better than his last position.
He was fired as a clown for not being happy enough…
The irony of misconception.


The rest of the day, the children played many games
And they all became friends in the end…


As the parents returned to collect their children,
The larvae were playing a game called,
‘Guess what I am meant to Bee!’
They were pretending to bee whatever they wanted to bee,
Imaginatively and figuratively.


Humble was buzzing his own little tune,
So out of sync with everybody.
The other children were trees and clouds and flowers and leaves!
Humble decided to pretend to bee a Bee.
He did it so well, nobody else could tell,
What he was pretending to bee.


As the families all left, Humble, of course, was last to leave.
His parents told him to say goodbye to Miss Softly-Spoken
And she said
“It was a pleasure to meet you today Mr. Humble B. Bumble…
Way to Bee!”


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Bee my guest


This is where you will nest Humble.  Your own bedroom.
Can I move the furniture?  Bee my guest.  This is your room.
And you can do whatever you want to make it feel like home.
Welcome to the family Humble; I have to go and bee a drone.


I will leave you in peace to get used to the place.
Thank you both for all you have done for me in such a way.
You are one of us now Humble.
You will never need to feel as if you are all alone.
You have a family now Humble and this will always bee your home.


Humble was quiet happy to bee alone sometimes,
With so many people always buzzing around outside,
But as he awoke the following day,
He was glad to bee in good company
And as his new mother approached his door,
She heard him say…

I guess it will bee ok…


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Meet the ‘rents (A bee movie)


As Humble left the honeycomb, now a bee,
He was accompanied by a guard with a kind heart.
The guards name was Bee-Real, a real gentleman, you’ll see
And he said “Follow me.  I’ll take you to where your new parents are.”


There was a little room and as Humble went inside,
There were a pair of bees waiting for Humbles arrival…
We have been waiting for you, the lady bee said with a smile.
How do you do?  Said the male.  
Humble was left confused and in a state of bedazzle.
It’s a pleasure to meet you Humble…
This is your new mother ‘Bakes-a-good-crumble’;
And I am your father ‘Dude’.
We’ve have been waiting to meet you.
We are your new relative bees.
Welcome to the Bumble family.


We are going to look after you, is there anything you want to know?
Who are you?
We are the people who will raise you as our own.
We will welcome you, with loving arms, into our home.
The Queen Bee cannot look after,
The 2000 bees she has created today.
So we are your adoptive parents.  Is that ok?
I’m one of two thousand offspring?
Yes Humble, one of two thousand bees born today,
But one in a million to us Humble…come give us a hug…we don’t sting.


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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…”


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Left for dead.


Rocket on the floor; dead men in a war.
When you hear the call, come prepared to fall.
Picture on a door shows the face on the dart board,
Through which the injured will soon walk.
Blood on a wall;
You have been here before.


Ghost in the night at last has found its sight by misdesign.
The ghosts disappear in the morning light.
Pocket on a leg, left there to forget.
Written on a tissue in lipstick red.
Numbers to regret, words I never said.
All those people you left for dead.


A soldier talking about peace is an oxymoron;
Put down your weapons of misfiring neurons.


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Stranger than fiction.


Do you think about us now and then, or am I completely gone?
Do you remember the love I sent, when you hear a certain song?
Or am I a victim of your love, lost to the next one?


Did I fall away and simply fade, like the smoke we used to smoke?
Did I make you laugh in my own way, or am I just something you broke?
I guess I’ll always remember the loving words that you spoke.


If there was a way I could see you again, do you reckon that I would?
If there was a time when you were on my mind,
Do you think my thoughts would turn out to be good?
Or are you just a constant reminder to me, as to what I never want?


I would tell you truths, back when I thought I knew you,
But the truth is I never really did.
I could wish for us and a way to trust,
But that time for me no longer exists.
Just like a dagger, you ripped me apart.
I wanted to thank you for all that you are,
But now all you are is a bad memory.
Remember that you never really had me.
You had a limited version of my love,
You are so fugazi to me.
I would soak you up like you were my favourite drug,
But just being near you was killing me.


You stand there a stranger, a stranger to me.
Now I couldn’t be happier, because you were only temporary.
You had half my love and even that was too much.
You are nothing now, so unworthy.
Go and read my books, take another look at love.
I want you to see clearly, what you have lost.
You were secondary, now just a memory.
I couldn’t write you love stories,
Because you never even loved me.


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The continuous culture


As none would be, yet still exists,
One who creates a perfect bliss.
So sensational as to be unbelieved;
Yet tales are told as first was seen.


The image there for all to see,
Gave birth to words and epiphanies.
A mind of light and stars and streams.
Connections made and ways believed.


And all upon a head of clouds,
Were seen a million times and how,
All understood the thought as one,
As all never needed a mirage in the sun.


Electric bolts from mind to mind,
Shared all the knowledge of all mankind
And as man all stood on land to view the sky,
Beneath the moon and sun all was clear to the eyes.


At last a chance to see the next footstep in humanity.
A language born a long time ago,
Was able to be used to translate,
And now all into a brighter future can go.

The mind of a hive, a continuous culture.
A change of life; breaking the spell we were under.


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All or nothing


Love is pain.  Love is the cure.
Love hurts too much.  Give me more.
If you can love, then love me truly.
Anything less is useless to me.


If you like me, but do not know if you love me,
Then go away.  You are unworthy.
I only do all out love, or nothing.
If you do not love me, then we should keep on moving,
In separate directions, to find other loves;
Because if you feel that you have never been loved,
Then it is time to write a different book.


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Friends


Remember what we were taught in school.
Remember morality, not how to look cool.
Remember the past and bring it back.
I want to remember one good love I ever had.


Love is good; adultery is not love.
Love is real; you know how you feel.
Some claim to love, but have never had it.
Love is not something to own; I am not your habit.


Love makes the air cleaner,
And it cannot be copied.
Love is always near,
If you are lucky enough to see cupid.


Love is not the latest trend.
Love is neither the beginning, nor the end.
Love is love and love is your friend.
Remember to love your lover and like your friends.


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The future changes


Day light shines in to my eyes;
Why am I always surprised?
Another day, the time still moves into an unknown future,
That nobody can truly view, I’ll wager.


People leave echoes in history.
What will be the meaning of my story?
Will I be famous when I grow up?
Or will I be lost inside the history books?


The hopes that I had, I gave them all away;
To apathy, procrastination and thinking no way.
There was no more hope in the bottom of the box.
It was taken long ago, so when I arrived it was gone.


The future is changeable and I am unable,
To think of a better time that has not yet arrived.
I wish I was unrestrainable and nothing not capable,
But the truth is a trigger and I cannot survive.


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King

Raising Cain or raising Abel.
Raising Hell upon a table.
Raising flour, picked a flower that I liked.
Lost it in an hour; dead flowers covered in spikes.
Raisins are not nice but I still eat them,
Mixed with chocolate; food and I are friends again.


Junk food belly is on the way so I eat green.
Already grey, ex does not recognize me.
Nothing new to say, but hey!
That’s the way it is today.
Forever sinking into a solitary whirlpool;
Still acting King whilst in reality a fool.


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A collection of ‘Love is…’ Poetry
***


Love is complicated.
Love is *******,
But when you find the one,
Love is simply the greatest.


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A collection of ‘Love is…’ Poetry
In Vain


Love is straight.
Love is gay.
Love who you want to love.
Who cares what they say?


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A collection of ‘Love is…’ Poetry
Wonder


Love is an illusion,
Until it is not.
Love is magic…
Give it a shot.


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A collection of ‘Love is…’ Poetry
Silent


Love is hard.
Love leaves scars.
You are going to have trouble with love,
No matter who you are.


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I swear to lie.


To you I’ll make no promises
And I swear I will tell no lie.
As I place my hand on Gideon’s Bible,
I still fake truly showing you what I hold inside.


For you I’ll wear no wedding ring
And for you I’ll walk the line;
But for you I will never go missing,
Because I would find you every time.


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Pit of Deceit


There is a pit of deceit, full of lines you speak

And if I try to escape, you drag me back in.

With unbroken promises, at the present time;

But history shall repeat itself once more, as shall the fact you lie.


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Paradise Gone


Sun is shining, weather’s cold;
My broken soul will not let go.

I am dead whilst you still live;
How could they just let this be?

Save me please from everything,
That they have sent to hurt me.

I do not deserve this, please;
I only want to live.

Atheist, didn’t believe, is now heading for Hell.
Aargh this place is scary and what the Hell’s that smell?

Is that a corpse? My God, my God;
I’m buried with the dead.

My God, my God, my head, my leg;
They shot me in the chest.

I see myself, my broken shell,
Just lying in the dirt.

In limbo is where you will find me;
Before I find out what I deserve.


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