Bumblebee Poem by Naveed Khalid

Bumblebee



Wherefore oft this world of veneral amores
runs in deep sorrows,
fireworks filled with stars of thy most high deserts,
tolls the bell at my door of rosemary garden,
o'rshadowed by half-baked masonry's night,
richly coloured silver grey angels at midnight lease
of my age-old love
against e'ery flower upon a barren heath:
pricked with a furr coat in the cellar-barn
her stumbled feet upon the sand dunes;
a shrub of wrinkled lip in my spilt words her first
falling winter snow
of days that are gone in my bed of crimson joy;
smokey suburbs by the shabby island,
beside the oak, the sun of our common affairs,
needest not in nurslings of immortality,
the wall on high my shipwrecked dreams
in fiery flame of those blushed roses, roses,
never grew to light, half-way between the carpet upon
of way too far a golden clime in the late evening,
of crowqui'l such darling buds of may still musing o'er the dale,
away from high heavens where nothing stirrs the mind,
I my secret hath kept under the Archangel's brow.

(C)Naveed Khalid

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Date Created: Friday, July 15,2016 7: 30: 35 PM

* Honey bees in the bower whole lot of problem

* Title Revised: A Bumblebee To A Beehive in the Bower

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