"honeybee" poems
If we were the kind of friends who unironically
raised our glasses in toasts,
I would give one to the generation too comforted by the ease
of a honeybee in the plaintively nonexistent mind
of a tulip
To the generation, or at least its subset
that wrongly feels representative, who stumble drunkenly
or maybe just tiredly out of tents
to **** in the view of their friends, who are still at the fire
because the tent was too cold
To those who did raise their glasses in a toast
on New Year’s Eve at what felt, with the ball drop
not screening in luddite protest, enough like midnight.
Beginning with “dear friends” and a couple laughs;
concluding with “now let’s get ****** up” and
a couple more
To those who proceeded
as directed, clinking their shot-glasses
and swigging them back. If only because
they were not tulips.
Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 12:09 AM UTC
Soft petals opening on a flower.
Showing the shy and delicate flesh between the folds.
Displaying true femininity.
Graciously accepting the honeybees return to ensure that there will always be life to enjoy.
Mutual respect must be present as neither the flower nor honeybee alone can create new life.
Aug 7, 2016
Aug 7, 2016 at 3:24 AM UTC
The time was early or late - to us it's all the same/Our minds, a phone, two lovers alone and playing a lover's game.
We had made a promise not to speak or write those special words/Instead we chose to circle around them like a pair of lonesome birds.
Beyond all expectations we stayed true to our oath/Though in more ways than one it was torture to us both.
The day of our meeting was the date we had chosen/To express our emotions and melt lips long frozen.
But Life intervened and our plans were broken/Our love, it seemed, was not meant to be spoken.
Yet still a call was made and the reason why was clear/My patience had run out weeks ago and I simply longed to hear.
The melody of your voice and the thoughts in your head/And the rhythm of your breathing as you lay in your bed.
It isn't long before we start to speak of our vow/Though every fiber of my being begs to say it now.
Then a catch in your voice makes my ears perk up with glee/Could you desire to be first to say them to me?
Somewhere a clock chimes loudly four times/While criminals are out committing their crimes.
You become one of them as The Words leave your mouth/My love is now yours to take - North, East, West, and South.
I'll change and grow but there is one thing I'll always do/And it's whatever it takes to hear you say "I Love You."
For Jénay - My soulmate
I love you honeybee
Oct 31, 2012
Oct 31, 2012 at 2:29 AM UTC
Hello, Mrs. Honeybee,
how are you today?
My soul is heavy,
my body is *****
and my mind is wandering away from me.
These summer days,
always slip away
filled with scraped knees,
and honeybees,
jeans stained dark with blood.
Goodbye, Mrs. Honeybee,
your summer days are gone,
and I never ever got to say
goodbye.
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 3:16 PM UTC
Let us dance for pursuit of life!
See everyone is dancing
Dragonfly, Butterfly, Birds,
Ant, Monitor, Honeybee.... and
Assorted into eternity........
Let us dance ....... in...
Search of happiness, tranquility......
Enlighten everyone with glee and
Gain the spirit for life!
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 3:59 PM UTC
The honeybee creeps forward out of necessity to the flower
The *** opens up a box of gemstones
I am looking at the flower
I sit in park and a man walks up to me, instinctively sensing that I need someone, something. What I want is not what I need.
Nature spreads her view in and of time through perception & stillness
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 2:29 PM UTC
*Exquisite honey you were, found only in hives on mountain tops,
all five senses and sublime power of cognition sprang alive,
took you in deep and let you be there long enough to discern,
your dense sweetness sank in, on the wings of wonder I soared, a honeybee in rapture.*
Sep 1, 2013
Sep 1, 2013 at 8:37 AM UTC
*my honeybee,
lick the nectar from my lips
turn it into honey
your taste so sweet
fill me with your luscious love*
Sep 3, 2016
Sep 3, 2016 at 6:53 PM UTC
Caramel skin that got painted on by the needle.
You are inked from head to toe.
Art done to you by different hands, they must have felt privileged to touch such a tender canvas.
Like the butterfly on your stomach, you have transformed, tattoo metamorphosis.
Pain, the sting of the honeybee.
Bearing the ****** even though you bleed.
Written on the flesh, drawn upon the flesh, a story of who you are eternally expressed.
I want to read your body and understand each chapter.
Tattoos and piercings modify your outer appearance, exactly how you want it to be.
Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 1:20 PM UTC
I'm a honeybee.
You're the smoke
that has molded me like putty
in your calloused hands.
Once I'm out of the hive
that is my soul, you come
in and steal parts of me
I have a hard time creating
and replicating over again.
It was a sweet escape but it
was laced with the fact
you would only use me.
Why did I let you in?
Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 4:59 PM UTC
*A honeybee waggling
Flowers in bloom
Wings flapping in buzz
Aroma of nectar, exciting*
Aug 4, 2014
Aug 4, 2014 at 10:39 AM UTC
Can you hear the voice of God?
Can you hear Him?
Whispering through the tall trees.
Can you hear the voice of God?
Can you hear Him?
Calling through the sweet song
of the chickadee.
Can you hear the voice of God?
Can you hear Him?
In the hushed silence of a
clear night sky full of stars.
Can you hear the voice of God?
Can you hear Him?
In the quiet flapping of a butterfly's
gentle wings.
Can you hear the voice of God?
Can you hear Him?
In the lazy hum of the honeybee's
flight,
as she ascends and descends upon
blossoms in summer's radiant light.
Can you hear the voice of God?
Can you hear Him?
In the lion's mighty roar.
Can you hear Him?
In the waves of the sea which
crash upon the shore.
Can you hear the voice of God?
Calling out to your inmost soul.
Saying,
"Come to Me,
come and rest.
Receive forgiveness.
Let My love heal you.
Open the door of your heart to
Me .
For I stand at the door and knock."
Can you hear the voice of God?
O weary traveller upon life's way.
He longs to comfort you in His Love.
And chase your fears away.
Can you hear?
Can you hear?
Will you say,
"Speak Lord, I'm listening."
For then...
You will hear.
The voice of God.
May 6, 2017
May 6, 2017 at 5:45 PM UTC
A letter of intent, so clear, addressing me
written in exquisite feminine form,
in the script of love, her eyes encrypted;
only I'll be entitled to read it, none else,
and undertake the next delicate move.
It comes gliding towards me, isn't it magic?
Nothing unexpected this , in fact two pair of eyes
for a cool one week,did negotiations in intense silence
pregnant with desire, culminating in love,
the scent of love
elates, it's in the morning air, binds us together, wafts!
Yes, you are the wild flower, the honeybee is here.
Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 12:23 PM UTC
She is a flower
And I am a honeybee
Nuzzling her petals
Sep 20, 2012
Sep 20, 2012 at 10:25 PM UTC
You leave the dingy room, 333, and out into the long old halls with ***** honeybee carpet, the stains so worn in they've become part of the design. The housekeeper's cart is parked at the end of the long hall. It is filled with cleaning supplies and ***** blankets. Her body seems younger than it looks somehow as she comes through the doorway of an empty room and smiles through the wrinkles of her sunken, toothless mouth and underneath the well-worn lines of her face & beaming through her bright eyes is an original warmth and beauty that even a thousand years of junk couldn't touch.
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 2:24 PM UTC
Yesterday, clouds gathered in the sky
Covering the sun,
Yesterday, I saw the ravens fly
I saw the squirrels run.
The wind stormed on the walls in rage
Her fury knew no bounds,
Violently she rattled the cage
Of the hell hounds.
She flew from tree to tree
Unsettling its leaves and flowers,
A hive that sheltered a swarm of honeybee
Fell in the pond, for the frogs to devour.
A thunderclap echoed from a distance
A prelude to what is to come,
Shattering everything in existence
Leaving everything numb.
Enveloped in darkness
The canvas was coloured grey and black,
It had an air of stillness
Yet, there was something that it lacked.
And then it started to rain
On the brown soil of the small town,
Easing the pain
That was hidden behind the smile of a clown.
Tanay Sengupta, Copyright © 2019.
All Rights Reserved.
Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 3:33 PM UTC
A honeybee hovers
Over my lawn,
Scouting nectar
Like a drone.
He hums a song
I love to hear:
Honey, he hums,
I'm coming home.
May 21, 2016
May 21, 2016 at 5:27 PM UTC
*Afternoon octaves from a Raspberry arbor ,
streaming with Honeybee delight , fledgeling
Cardinals hopping from branch to branch ,
Rubies pause then pose , streak away in zig-zag
flight
Bluejays crack acorns on cobblestone drives ,
Red wasp , Swallowtails and Cuckoo bees dance
in warm light , Cinnamon coated fawns dance
the forever fields of soybeans , Sugar Magnolias
stand tall in Purple clover dreams*
May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 2:43 PM UTC
"You didn't have to look my way,"
Every time your gaze would catch my own, my heart would flutter.
Your blue eyes made me weak with feelings of forever.
Your eyes always held the weight of your emotions,
every time you looked at me I could see the love you had for me.
Your eyes would be light as if they were a feather flying in a gentle breeze,
your eyes were the sweetest I had ever seen.
"You didn't have to say my name,"
Your voice was the most fascinating sound my ears had ever discovered.
Every time you called my name I thought I would melt into a puddle of the sweet sugar you made me into.
Your voice elegant and delicate, your words floated in the air like a bee searching for pollen to make the sweetest honey.
Your voice carried out the heavenly desire your eyes displayed.
"You didn't have to smile at me,"
Your smile never failed to dazzle me, it would ignite my circuits and start a flame.
Your smile would complete the look of love and awe your eyes and voice would hint at.
Until one day, your smile turned cold and no longer ignited a flame in my body.
Your smile disappeared as if it was all just an illusion.
"You didn't have to offer your hand,"
You offered your hand to me and off we went, sailing the seas together.
You were very helpful and supportive.
Until one day when your assistance was no longer useful.
Your hand did not rise to guide me but to strike me.
There was a fire in you still, but that fire was full of violence and gloom.
"Now you have to go,"
Your flames released embers that set a wildfire between us.
We begin a never ending tumble downhill filled with malicious words,
and ill will.
Your words sank deep and doused the fire inside my body; reducing me to ashes.
You're keeping me captive and I can no longer be at your command.
"Set me free, my honeybee."
Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 4:47 PM UTC
At the going down of the sun
will the world be less complete,
the cinched robe of night less intolerable,
as she ebbs away on cosmic string,
emulating a massless, dazed neutrino
blinking in and out of existence,
unobserved and uneffected,
liquored and unloved?
In the wake of a June flowering,
when foxglove lures the honeybee
in six day flash, bud to corolla,
blossom to blossom, parade of stigmas,
digitalis stamen braved, anther at his back,
the bee comes gathering where none else dare.
Mar 3, 2012
Mar 3, 2012 at 2:08 AM UTC
*Was just after four in the morning
and a full moon sails across the sky
So after falling asleep upon my bed
And not long after closing my eyes
I'm pulled to a distant faraway land
made of laughter and made of smiles
So I went to a fantastic fashion show
and sat amongst my butterfly friends
Music began to play serenely smooth
Musical note clouds floating in the sky
O' a honeybee asks to dance with me
With me, and I couldn't help but sigh*
Jan 14, 2017
Jan 14, 2017 at 10:52 AM UTC
i can still see you there,
some delirious and shining thing
a beautiful ******* with your
lips puckered, your
cupids bow winking in and out of view
sweet for me, i
feel your mouth in my hair
some kind of ghost kiss
whispering something to me,
breath soft on my brow
i can't read as well as you,
darling
i can't read a thousand things and
still have room for more, my
belly distended with the words, my
heart bleeding for it
my golden swan, did i steal you?
did i break into the giant's home and whisk you away,
little bird? i
feel the sugar on your skin
steam rising from the crooks of your limbs
smiling, a gaping gorgeous maw
head pushed back, knees scraping against
the frozen wall
so pretty i might have dreamed you, maybe
is there any version of this where
i don't end up bleeding? (probably not;
but it'll be a lovely fall down)
Dec 27, 2015
Dec 27, 2015 at 11:45 PM UTC
fell from her home
Skies of ohio
stumbled from a cloud
Grew her wings on the way down
hellboy in the back pew
cigarettes, blue dress shoes
closed her bible, "I refuse"
She said, "To be a mans property"
Honeybee
Honeybee
honeybee spread your wings
Honeybee
Honeybee
neither bird nor angel,
she flys free.
"I'll take the skills to cook and clean
our sneezes will still sound the same
I'll vist on holidays
but don't you ******* bless me"
"I'll be Domestic for myself
clean home and the best of health
Foster bees
a book to read.
But the bible ain't for me."
Honeybee
honeybee
Somewhere in the inbetween
honeybee
Honeybee,
apartment on deering st
she met me
at a speakeasy
"if you want me you better find me
Through the bookshelves I'll be waiting"
I turn the pages
Find her wedding ring
kept under the mattress,
not even god as a witness.
Doctor in ireland, she told me
escape in comic books
while he's away.
"Before we start, you have to know
One day I'll leave forever
Let's live a life we won't forget
In the meantime, together."
"I live with no one to respond to.
I live without boundary.
My ride or die resides in ireland
I'd like to love you while he waits for me."
Honeybee
honeybee
I've never tasted honey so sweet
Honeybee
Honeybee
Honeybee, Come lay with me
A few kisses later
cross legged in an office chair
sipping warm tea
I wake
green eyes watching me sleep
It's these moments
in between
Honeybee
Honeybee
were those mornings just a dream?
Honey bee
Honey bee
you leave
Remember me
in the old and green
honeybee
you were always free
guiness jogs my memory
The little things
inbetween
Jul 10, 2017
Jul 10, 2017 at 1:28 AM UTC
you are a butterfly among the moths,
a honeybee amidst the wasps,
ms. unattainable.
you are a living,
breathing
undertaking.
so why try at all
if the envied one
has already
set his sights
on you?
Nov 20, 2010
Nov 20, 2010 at 4:40 PM UTC
A sliver of sun through
Early morning haze,
Heralding the promise
Of long cloudless days:
Rescue me.
Fresh meadow scent on
A soft soughing breeze;
Chirrup of a song thrush
Hidden amongst the trees:
Rescue me.
The gentle hovering of
A noisome honeybee,
Searching out pollen
On a dancing petal sea:
Rescue me.
Trill of childish laughter
Echoing from the park,
Competing for attention
With a soaring sky~lark:
Rescue me.
A beautiful woman in
A cotton print dress;
Her leisurely gait enticing
Beneath the fabric’s car~ess:
Rescue me.
The red sinking giant
Painting clouds in the sky,
Just another lost day
Laying down to die:
Rescue me,
Rescue me,
Please, rescue me.
©Paul M Chafer 2014
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 7:59 AM UTC