Busy Bees - Current Version
Heaven sent: bees, busy, fly
hunting honey buzzing by.
Pollen scent pays apiary rent
till men repent greed, source runs dry -
fount fructose. Rent wings' all awry,
Nature denies, most malcontent.
Hive syndrome meant as warning pent
with sugary advice, we cry.
Indecent is the extent
of robbery in broad daylight.
Protest vent represent
one percent of calls to try
to prevent bee supplement
royal jelly, harvest wry.
Came and went, bee ascent
flora flee, few know why.
Rise, descent: Magician fly -
sad or funny - Time flies by.
Excellent, straight or bent,
proud or puny - passing sigh.
Life is lent: Humanity
tied to money, low and high.
Summer spent, mortality:
you be[e] I, born to die.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Bee Lines - Revised Version October 2006
Past and Present's argument:
busy bee belligerent
pollen gummy complement
bagged we present, buzzing by.
Season spent, none can prevent
destiny's predicament
when hive honey government
planned obsolescent workers die.
Sediment by sediment,
shows history self-evident,
defines Time's judgement - no postponement,
no atonement, ‘vein' appeals deny.
Inconsequent experiment, -
memory once fulgurant,
lacking, runny, insouciant
semi-senescent, streams awry.
I came, I went - to what intent?
R.I.P. advertisement?
Time's jokes, sad-funny, represent
transient moment's magician fly.
Permanent no monument.
‘Ici gît' lost figurant,
sad or sunny temperament -
No recommencement, - Death draws nigh.
Heaven sent or Hell's descent?
Seeking key see reverent
Christian, Sunni for portent
all-omniscient search the sky.
Sojourn tent is non-event.
Time flies by, moon gib, crescent.
Fame's gin, rummy, trump-trap vent
turns acescent, none know why.
Sentiment harsh, well-meant,
share same sigh, acquiescent,
proud or puny, soon repent,
share same statement - shroud cowed lie.
Cold, confident, or bland, ament,
trembling shy, bold, insolent,
see aims crumbly fade, fragment,
hopes delitescent ossify.
Circumvent predicament?
Though all try - fool and pedant -
jester dummy document,
share passing cry.
Life is lent, fleet fleece rent:
mortality deliquescent,
scoffs at monied supplement -
soon putrescent, low and high.
So, no comment. Evanescent
humanity effervescent,
you and I, represent
torment lament: born to die.
(11 October 2006)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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What is meant? What sent?
WHAT IS MEANT? WHAT SENT?
Impediments lament
not in themselves, content
within to document
the signs which represent
Fate’s patterns which serpent
beyond what impatient
minds see evidence patent.
For what is meant? what sent?
What is lent intent
upon safe tent, soft scent,
when statements can't be bent
to complement hopes' vent?
No compliments prevent
time spent, ascent, descent, -
can circumvent Chance pent
preparing element
to catalyze, cement,
success when two consent
to celebrate event -
of all most excellent -
when selfless sentiment
expels self-evident
expediency meant
to supplement the rent.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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What is Lent?
Lent’s a special soul-time, God-lent!
Fervent prayers should rent the air to heaven;
Meant is Lent to mend and make amends in spiritual life;
Repent, empty your sins pent up;
Spent life should make way for an improved one.
Ask God’s forgiveness for all sins to the very last;
Control your mind and body through more fast;
Charity must become your life-ship’s main mast!
Bury the iniquities and life’s short-falls of the past;
Enrich your soul with grace of God vast!
Gain victory in your spiritual war;
Heal the soul’s sinful scar;
Prepare for heaven that’s not afar.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-27-2009
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: The Bees Never Give Up
Every time, they crush the bees to death and
Steal away their sweet honey in a trice;
And wax to make candles of immense size;
The Queen bee escapes to another land.
The bees comeback; with vengeance start again
A small bee-hive in the very same place!
They work extra in the sun and in rain,
Buzzing to flowers in a frenzied pace.
And soon their hive has been rebuilt and full,
Of sweet honey and larvae that are fed;
The bees continuing without a lull,
Searching for more nectar in every mead.
How well Nature takes care of its species!
Man must learn from the bee-hive and the bees.
poem by John Celes
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Beautiful Bees
Bees be a buzzin a buzzin be the bee
but the only problem is there not buzzin in the fields.
Greed is the seed, the seed of which is greed
We've hurt the bees to meet our needs and treated them unfairly.
Money is the honey and the honey is the money.
They are slowly disappearing from all our interfering.
Stalling with the Pollen, the pollen that is stalling.
Please stop the pesticides and let it rest awhile.
Bees keep on buzzin, Keep on buzzin bees.
We need them for our future to build our family trees.
poem by Aine Carroll
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The Accounting of Hardship - Parody Robert Frost
Ask still less of money spent where the spender thinks it went,
for, despite reminders sent, its too easy to invent
excuses not to find the rent.
Therefore before you consent to part with pound, or penny, cent,
helping friend to supplement his small yearly increment, -
before you lament, repent!
Management most competent needs some legal instrument
to avert an accident, subsequent predicament, -
argument, embarassment
If your friendships you’d cement by behaviour sapient,
avoid disillusionment by tactful expedient, -
‘tis best the question to prevent!
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Vices to be Wiped out
You will be beset by ire
when you rent your mind to greed.
Pride will push you into mire
so to wise counsels pay heed.
Cremate your envy on pyre
and be honest in your deeds.
You will be beset by ire
when you rent your mind to greed.
Nothing will make you to tire
if you're off from lustful weed.
Do humans more advice need?
You will be beset by ire
when you rent your mind to greed.
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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Hell On High Heels
Bashful betty, such a bondage brat
Dressed in latex and coated in sewer rat
A serpents tongue calculating mind
Gets top billing for her hip shake divine
Look to the sky
No rain in sight
Better wear your rubber boys
If betty is your date tonight
Honey, its how ya makin money
Boys call ya
Hell on high heels
Baby, the way ya walk it talk it
Town calls ya
Hell on high heels
Sexy suki, little geisha girl
Given every samurai a twirl
An hiv v.i.p.
Backseat panties down around her knees
Shes got no money
Cant pay the rent
Its a sunny day now baby
Every night on her back thats spent
Honey, its how ya makin money
Boys call ya
Hell on high heels
Baby, the way ya walk it talk it
Town calls ya
Hell on high heels
Honey, its how ya makin money
Boys call ya
Hell on high heels
Baby, the way ya walk it talk it
Town calls ya
Hell on high heels
Honey, its how ya makin money
Boys call ya
Hell on high heels
Baby, the way ya walk it talk it
Town calls ya
Hell on high heels
Honey, its how ya makin money
Boys call ya
Hell on high heels
Baby, the way ya walk it talk it
Town calls ya
Hell on high heels
song performed by by Motley Crue
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I’m a busy man, I earn as I can
I’m a busy man, I earn as I can
Never bother who created man
I enjoy life as I can
People tell me, Get up early
I sleep late,
So go to hell
I’m a busy man, I earn as I can
Somewhere I read,
pray to god
I don’t have any time for that
I’m a busy man, I earn as I can
Mother says take care of health
I say most important is wealth
I’m a busy man, I earn as I can
Preachers preach,
Never be phony, Live honestly
I say fool as many
Being honest is being lousy
I’m a busy man, I earn as I can
My goal is money
Even if have to kill somebody
Life without money
Is bee without honey
I’m a busy man, I earn as I can
I met with an accident
Nobody lent a helping hand
I realized, I was disliked
I thought with all the might
To make life happy
One has to live rightly
Greed is worst for life
With it one can never rise
I’m a changed man
Contentment is my ambition
Now, I never earn as I can
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Rent
(again... again... again... ooooh
(again... again... again... again... ...)
You dress me up, Im your puppet
You buy me things, I love it
You bring me food, I need it
You give me love, I feed it
And look at the two of us in sympathy
With everything we see
I never want anything, its easy
You buy whatever I need
But look at my hopes, look at my dreams
The currency weve spent
(ooooh) I love you, oh, you pay my rent
(ooooh) I love you, oh, you pay my rent
You phone me in the evening on hearsay
And bought me caviar
You took me to a restaurant off broadway
To tell me who you are
We never-ever argue, we never calculate
The currency weve spent
(ooooh) I love you, oh, you pay my rent
(ooooh) I love you, you pay my rent
(ooooh) I love you, oh, you pay my rent
Im your puppet
I love it
And look at the two of us in sympathy
And sometimes ecstasy
Words mean so little, and money less
When youre lying next to me
But look at my hopes, look at my dreams
The currency weve spent
(ooooh) I love you, oh, you pay my rent
(ooooh) I love you, you pay my rent
(ooooh) ooh, I love you, you pay my rent
Look at my hopes, look at my dreams
The currency weve spent
(ooooh) I love you, oh, you pay my rent
(ooooh) I love you, you pay my rent
Look at my hopes, look at my dreams
The currency weve spent
(ooooh) I love you, oh, you pay my rent
(ooooh) I love you, you pay my rent
(ooooh) I love you, you pay my rent (its easy, its so easy)
(ooooh) you pay my rent (its easy, its so easy)
(ooooh) you pay my rent (its easy, its so easy)
(ooooh) I love you (its easy, its so easy)
(its easy, its so easy)
(its easy, its so easy)
(its easy, its so easy)
(its easy, its so easy)
(its easy, its so easy)
(its easy, its so easy)
song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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Hobo
Comments, moments, arrangements, managements;
I am Hobo in the land of your muse but, i do miss her!
Cent, prominet, sent, went, bent, rent, tent, lent, dent, Kent, spent, vent;
With words of peace and love but, i do miss you!
The source of love and the source of peace,
But, try to drive the change to live in unity on this earth!
Charger, larger, dagger, anger, bagger, manager, ranger, finger, singer!
But, who owns the water on this earth?
Winger, linger, stranger, hanger, banger, changer, beggar;
But, why can't we all share the water on this earth?
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Lie To Me
Kent, rent, sent, bent, tent, went, cent, dent, gent, lent, pent, vent;
And like a joyful sound!
But you are lying to me and i can see it on your face.
Pat, Nat, cat, bat, tat, sat, fat, gat, hat, lat, mat, rat, vat;
And with the acknowledgements of my muse!
But lie to me and let me be on guard,
And like the war songs in the land of your muse.
Furry, burrito, bury, curry, burly, burr, hurry, jury;
To put on a mantel for the battle!
But you are lying to me and i can see it on your face.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Sonnet: When the Sun Comes On
The Earth is so dark moonless night;
Tropical forests don’t have any light;
Life is quiet mostly in the midnight,
Save those animals that shun any light.
The whole world just keeps waiting for daylight,
And suddenly life appears in our sight;
The flora takes off her nocturnal gown;
The leaves look green and the bark is now brown.
The fauna too awaits the Sun’s first rays!
To warm up their bodies in the brightened ways;
And soon the meadow becomes all alive;
The Honey bees buzzing from every hive.
Sniffing the fresh air comes the dancing Fawn!
And Birds sing their songs, heralding the Dawn.
6-1-2000
poem by John Celes
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Big Fat Money
Some say money is bad for the soul
Bad for the rock, bad for the roll
Bad for the heart, bad for the brain
Bad for damn near everything, oh yeah
It must be good for something
Come on pay the rent
Telephone, telefax, telefunkin teletrash
Tell a cop, tell a friend
Think weve hit the stoney end
Nothin left, nothin right
Now they want a bigger bite
Everybody wants some
Everybody wants some big money, oh yeah
They want big fat money
Thats what I want
Big fat money
Too much temptation
Enough to kill a generation
Space station, starvation, premature ejaculation
This aint groovin, this aint funky
Its on my back
But it aint my monkey, no
Oh yeah, gimme some of that big big money
Thats what I want
Big fat money
Big fat money
Smoke this, eat that
My ol ladys gettin fat
High rise, high rent
Before its earned, its all been spent
Wheres it gonna come from?
Whos it gonna go to?
Aint beatin, but Im being eatin by money, oh yeah
Big big money, gimme, gimme, gimme
Some of that big money, alright
Thats want I want
Well alright, oh, big big money
Now gimme, gimme, gimme
Some of that big money
Thats what I want
Thats all I need
Gimme big fat money
Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme
Gimme some of that big fat money
song performed by by Van Halen
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Wild Honey
Sweet sweet wild honey bee
Eat up eat up eat up honey
Mama Im tellin you as sure as Im standing here
Shes my girl and thats the way Im keeping it now mama dear
No good will it do you to stand there and frown at me
The girls got my heart and my loves coming down on me
My loves coming down since I got a taste of wild honey
You know shes got the sweetness of a honey bee
Wild honey
She got it on and stung me good yes sirree
With all the other stud bees buzzing all around her hive
She singled me out single handed took me alive
Well can you can you gonna take my life eating up her wild honey
(sweet sweet wild honey bee)
(eat up eat up eat up honey)
Oh mama shes sweeter
Gettin sweeter
Sweeter sweeter
Sweet
Wild honey
Let me tell you how she really got to my soul
It aint funny
The way she make wanna sing a little rock n roll
Theres nothing quite nice as a kiss of wild honey
I break my back workin just to save me some money
So I can spend my life with her
Sock it to me wild honey
Wild honey shes mine
Wild honey shes mine
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Never Had A Lot To Lose
I dont need no money, honey
Fortune and fame
cause I got all the riches, baby
That one man can claim
So take off your coat and close the door
Forget about your pride
Im not afraid of falling down
Or staying up all night
Youre gonna see it my way now
Dont try to bring me down
My lifes a circus, an insane chain of circumstances
I never had a lot to lose
I never let it slow me down
I never had a lot of love now, honey
Never had a lot to lose
I cant explain the time it takes
To make you understand
I know youll get to like it
If you only get the chance
I hope I get some time tonight
To see you comin round
What can I give you in return
For one night on the town
(chorus)
But not till daylight, not till daylight, not to daylight
Daylight, daylight, daylight, daylight, daylight, daylight, daylight, daylight, daylight, daylight
I tried to tell you
Its a pain you cant hide
My lifes a circus
An isane chain of circumstances
I never had a lot of love
I never had too much money
I never let it slow me down now, honey
I never had a lot to lose
song performed by by Cheap Trick
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Jiving Around Other Hives
If bees perceived themselves,
To be the honey brought inside the hive...
Instead of playing a part,
Of making that sweet taste come alive.
The realness of the honey,
Would not exist.
And no one would experience the taste of it.
No one would crave the sensation to be kissed.
And all that is that is taken for granted,
From our minds would be dismissed.
So you aint the honey.
You just the bee.
Together we make the honey.
And you may believe,
You can have your honey without me.
But I will tell you right now,
Wherever you go...
Thinking you're all that,
You will realize all you attract alone are flies.
Buzzing artificially jiving around other hives.
Believing I wait for you to come back from that trap.
And that honey you made with me...
Is a taste I guarantee you will miss.
But slipping back to unpack your crap...
With me,
Aint gon happen'.
To me...
You've become just another,
Wannabe fly by!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My! My! Honeycomb
(ronnie scott/ steve wolfe)
Producers for bonnie: ronnie scott, steve wolfe
Recorded in 1975, this was bonnies first ever recording! lyrics taken from careful listening.
Here I am in the city
With a picture of you in my head
I remember that night
The words you said
You told me I was pretty
With the moon shining down on my hair
Im hung up on you now
But youre not there
My! my! honeycomb
The bees are buzzing, the birds have flown
Wild, wild honeycomb, leave my honey alone
My! my! honeycomb
The bees are buzzing, I should have known
Sweet, sweet honeycomb, leave my honey alone
Wrote you so many letters
I was hoping youd answer with flowers
Then I sat by myself
To watch the hours
But you didnt come boy
Not a word, not a call, not a thing
Dont you know how it hurts me
When you sting
My! my! honeycomb
The bees are buzzing, the birds have flown
Wild, wild honeycomb, leave my honey alone
My! my! honeycomb
The bees are buzzing, I should have known
Sweet, sweet honeycomb, leave my honey alone
Leave my honey alone
My! my! honeycomb
The bees are buzzing, the birds have flown
Wild, wild honeycomb, leave my honey alone
My! my! honeycomb
The bees are buzzing, I should have known
Sweet, sweet honeycomb, leave my honey alone
song performed by by Bonnie Tyler
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Youth’s End
I HAVE held my life too high,
Spring and harvest, love and laughter, smile and sigh.
I should have held it lightly, like a young leaf rent in haste
From the willow in the waste.
A moment in my fingers; then it fluttered, then it fled,
A little flame of red,
To the God-beholding desert where the soundless years go by,–
I have held my life too high.
I have held my death too dear,
Shame or honour, peace or peril, pride or fear.
I should have held it softly, as the little cloud that flies
When the heron takes the skies.
I should have held it kindly as a passing whisper,–'Friend,
Here's the end,
Here the silver cord is loosened and the bowl is broken here,'–
But I held my death too dear.
poem by Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
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Have You Ever? (Questions)
Have you ever bent over to pick up a few cents?
Have you ever been tired and short on the rent?
Have you ever stolen so you didn't have to pay?
Have you ever been hired and fired, same day?
Is your life just a race
In a worker bee's hive?
Were you born into death?
Can you say you're alive?
Don't sell your soul for possessions you don't really need
In this world of obsession - in this world of greed
Look into a mirror - tell me what do you see?
Is the death of your dreams worth security?
Some questions have answers, and others do not
The important thing is that the answers are sought
Do you fall into place and do as you're told?
Do you still own your soul, or is it already sold?
poem by Ray Quesada
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