Poems About Bees by Top Critiquers

Apologies, bold daffy dill,
it's another rainy day you face
when what I think you'd rather embrace
were sunbeams taming winter chill.

But bloom you must, and bloom you will,
to set a standard for the pace
of flowers getting to first base
in vernal pollination thrill
wherein the bees showcase some skill
in load logistic micro space
with stamen like steeples in the chase
for pollen loads intent to spill...

so she, her flight path will retrace,
to bee no springtime charity case!

On Father’s Day, we all hopped into the family van
It would be a two hour drive down to the beach
As I drove through the long and winding highway
My wife yelled “A BEE!’ somewhere out of reach

“Bee still” I told my wife trying to joke about it
Thinking the little guy is more scared us than her of him
“Leave it alone” I said as I kept my eye on the road
I’ve talked to bees before and I’d have to do it again

About an hour later we stopped for quick break
(The dog had an accident and had to let her out)
Meanwhile as the kids cleaned...

she wore poetry with no panties as  
her verbiage dripped ambrosial.....ephemeral  
hinting at her scented garden...an invitation of sorts  
to come and tickle her fancy  
   
bold and demur  
a daring woman indeed  
   
she dripped again....eclectic...elegant  
in holographic ink stains  
gave me an esoteric strip show...facetious in falsetto    
while I moon-gazed at the phases of her Luna  
   
igniting a particular buzz...  
got me wanting to finger-part her  
lotus's fuzziness..spread enriched...

telling the bees

He is not worthy of the honeycomb
That shuns the hive because the bees have stings. —William Shakespeare

who will go and tell my honey bees when i am gone
for i have no earthly friends, except my bees alone
i have never known by lesson that they carry stings
for they only cool my troubles with their healing wings
legends say hives know of marriages and deaths and births
tales of ancient egypt, river nile, and celtic mirth
midnight hums on christmas day i cannot speak about
for such myths survive not in the fire of...