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King of the Bees

I

am

The King of the Bees!

You might not have heard a lot about me,

I’m not a well known bee;

but, on my throne,

I

alone…

am alone.

That’s the problem, you see;

I ‘am’ a mythological bee,

consigned to history,

as a legend,

a myth (not a moth, a myth)

a marvellous creature

that never existed.

Which is why

I have hereby enlisted

the majorly modern media medium

of…

Poetry!

to establish my existence.

And, by avid persistence,

I shall regain my reign

as the leader of BeeKind.

Soon, my friends,

you will find

the Queen Bee

relegated

to a footnote in the mystery

of ancient Bee history.

.

‘KingBee, King of the Bees!’

.

“Your Majesty, if you please.”

‘Bee Longing’ & ‘Bee Long’

Bee Longing’

.

I long to see

the bee

in Nature

living naturally,

without the threats

that seem to be

ever more a reality.

—//—

‘Bee Long’

.

Weighing in at over three metric pounds,

and reaching lengths of up to twenty-seven inches

is it any wonder

that the breeding of the Ground Bee

(with its short, stubby wings)

hasn’t really taken off.

Bees Wax

Bees wax lyrical

about all manner of things;

for every bee is a poet

a beeBard with wings;

and the humblest of subjects…

dedicates to the Queen,

all manner of poems,

on the flora they’ve seen.

Worker Bees

Could a worker bee

be a key worker?

.

Not a locksmith type;

but an essential employee,

Not a shirker,

but an industrious soul;

who, on the whole,

plants their feet

and gets down to the beat

working to the rhythm of the buzz-saw heat;

with a band of brothers;

and, amongst so many others.

.

“Fingers on buzzers…

for a bonus of five:

‘Can a bee be said to be,

or not to be?’ “

as they sing,

whilst upon the wing,

‘I will survive

the thrive of the hive!’

.

Maybe, in all probability,

a bee ‘can’ be

a worker bee –

now do you see?

‘Bees 🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝’ – Revisited

There was this bee… 🐝

identification chart

showing what was a bee 🐝

and what was… another bee 🐝

(it didn’t show what was not a bee, 🐿

obviously – it wasn’t that big a chart)

and it gave me ten examples 🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝

of what bee 🐝 it was

when a bee 🐝 I did see –

all very useful to a D like me.

So, next time I am in the garden,

doing a bit of D.I.Me,

and I see a bee, 🐝

I shall be grabbing desperately

for my chart to see,

what is the name of the bee 🐝

that is currently, pleasantly, bothering me.

I write the above because,

whilst perusing underneath

our cherry blossom tree,

I interrupt them,

with my head,

do you see?

For I am taller

than the low-hanging branches,

and keep catching the bees 🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝

with my frontal-lobe glances,

which causes a stir,

and I never seem to see

eye to eye

to eye to eye,

etcetera,

with him, 🐝

or with her – 🐝

or them 🐝🐝 with me.

🐝🐝🐝🐝

“We’re keeping the weeds to feed the bees.”

Lawnmower at the ready:

stood down;

shears and trimming tools:

returned to their racks;

plans to clear a path:

put on hold.

“We’re keeping the weeds

to feed the bees.”

Company Bee

The bees do keep me company,

whilst I potter in the garden;

they bimble about,

as do I,

and when we meet,

it’s, ‘I beg your pardon.’

and we both bimble on

as before.

Bees – and which bee they be.

There was this bee

identification chart

showing what was a bee

and what was another bee

(it didn’t show what was not a bee,

obviously)

it gave me ten examples

of what bee it was

when a bee I did see –

all very useful to a D like me.

So, next time I am in the garden,

doing a bit of D I Me,

and I see a bee,

I shall be grabbing desperately

for my chart to see,

what is the name of the bee

that is currently bothering me.

A surfeit of lampreys (or the like).

A surfeit of lampreys (or the like).

An excess of chevrons

were bending my ear

about some irksome subject

or another;

followed by a queue

of bees – not your average, run-of-the-mill

B&Q bees, these were your white rose bees –

bees that only supped from the cup

of the white rose of York.

As Richard the Third never once said:

‘I’ve seen a horse fly!’

Well, these bees thought that they were the bees’ nizz.

Llamas in the Bahamas?

Not a real image.

Not a real image.

There are no bees in the Pyrenees
There are no llamas in the Bahamas
These may not be true
they are just what I think
but if it’s all the same to you
I will continue to think things like these
and the truth of things, I eschew.