john wake

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Bees Buzzing ‘bout Flourishing Flowers - Poem by john wake

bees buzzing ‘bout flourishing flowers
Each continuously cantabile until they reach a creeper.

A pilots persuades a plane’s buzz;
With each change of its acceleration

A saloon car, hears a slipper slop speak suasively
And she responds with a “bass buzz”
Parallel to the highs and lows of the slops persuasions.

I listen attentively
As wham! sound fights for space in my ear bud.
Slowly the branches once buds
Lose nectar to the drones,
But bees backpack pollen prone
To their tress.
while the saloon car craws
Up tilted tiles, and parks with no stress
And its voice withdraws.
While the kite,
Full of spite
Pours burnt fuel in the air
Passing through the fair
Floating clouds
Its voice loudest
But does not last
While the bees cantabile is third,
Its songs lasts.

And when each singer in the orchestra tired,
The tone left alone was that of the bees;
Dancing around the trees.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, December 20, 2011


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