I Once Wrote About The Bees And The Beehive
on the web, i see you got pregnant
of this brainchild of yours, the beehive,
a project from your heart,
at the center is the child,
instead of the queen bee,
and surrounding still are the
workers, the drones, the soldiers
instead of your lovers,
and you ask for my support
(perhaps some money
but i know they are not that necessary)
you may hint on the songs
about children
my friends shall send you
you may ask for me to read
my poems
over some bottles of beer
or some tea,
there is no problem, honey,
i will be there buzzing around
your beehive
i will ask where the door is
and just hang in there
for in truth what makes me happy
is not that brainchild of yours
but just
you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My Poems Tell The Truth of Who I Am
MY POEMS TELL THE TRUTH OF WHO I AM
My poems tell the truth of who I am
Perhaps it is not a happy enough truth
Perhaps it is not an aesthetically interesting enough truth
Perhaps it is not the truth you want or need ever
But it my truth
And if it gives you some hint of your truth
And if it makes you understand your life more
And if it makes you a bit less alone
And if it gives you something which is in some way good for you
I suppose then I should take perhaps some small satisfaction from it.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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If you want to gather honey, don't kick over the beehive.
quote by Dale Carnegie
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She Is Like A Beehive
It seems my heart is actually odd
It keeps her inside who damn cares God!
Although she is like a sex-worker
It seems my eyes can see only her!
She is like a beehive full of bee
If I want honey they will bite me!
Although she is like a love-maker
Despite my efforts I can’t have her!
poem by Asif Andalib
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When you hear buzz around the beehive, you know they're making honey in there.
quote by Terrence Howard
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Death Of A Beehive
Its geometry was fractured
With the flash of the first bulb
The shelf-life of her membrane
Became our sacrificed mascot
From Southgate to Manhattan
You swarmed stages with entrapment
Pouring nectar from your voice
While falling through your private void
Simon said, 'where is that girl? '
She hummed, and bused, but had no sting
Instead, she laughed with black eye pearls
Doomed without the keys to spring
Limousine dreams and red carpet galas
Hollywoods down the yellow brick road
You gave us the taste of your contralto honey
But we neglected your poison, with all that money
Fame is your death disguised in slow motion
Supplied in Jack Daniells and Chinease heroin
Jokes for late night, it was just emphysema
New summers come, without your pollen fiesta
Death of a behive
Long live the junkie queen
We all watched her take a nose dive
And kept our hands all spotly clean
Death of a beehive
Laugh hard until you bleed
Enjoy the sequence of her stir fry
Regret is talk for clever sheep
Death of a beehive
Honour the sacrificed
The bounty insects call supply
Entertains us for another tryst
poem by Kevin Patrick
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The earth is a beehive, we all enter by the same door.
Beer And Bones
I ain't nothin' but beer and bones
Honey since I lost you
I ain't ate a bite
Since the night
That you said we're through
I walked to that jukebox to play
A few sad country songs
I heard someone say
Hey that old boy
Ain't nothin' but beer and bones
I got to work this morning
Early this afternoon
Yeah my boss man nudged me
Said son I need to talk to you
You used to make me money
But lately I been taking a loss
Well he smelled my breath
Gave me what was left
Of the day off
I ain't nothin' but beer and bones
Honey since I lost you
I ain't ate a bite
Since the night
That you said we're through
I walked to that jukebox to play
A few sad country songs
I heard someone say
Hey that old boy
Ain't nothin' but beer and bones
Well I wish I could go home
And rest my weary head
But I know I'll just stay here
And have another beer instead
That little waitress asked me
Honey could you use some help
I said I thank you miss
I'll have to get through this
By my dang self
I ain't nothin' but beer and bones
Honey since I lost you
I ain't ate a bite
Since the night
That you said we're through
I walked to that jukebox to play
A few sad country songs
I heard someone say
Hey that old boy
Ain't nothin' but beer and bones
I heard someone say
Hey that old boy
Ain't nothin' but beer and bones
song performed by by John Michael Montgomery
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Charles Bukowski is a poet who "sings" in his poems the voices of all travelers around the world. It's a cigarette lit over the years, millions bottles with beer, miles and hundreds of romances with motel lovers. It is one of the most emotioning voices you can read.
aphorism by Camelia Oprița from Dowry - WordPress.com (9 March 2009), translated by Camelia Oprița
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The earth is a beehive; we all enter by the same door but live in different cells.
Temporary Like Achilles
Standing on your window, honey,
Yes, Ive been here before.
Feeling so harmless,
Im looking at your second door.
How come you dont send me no regards?
You know I want your lovin,
Honey, why are you so hard?
Kneeling neath your ceiling,
Yes, I guess Ill be here for a while.
Im tryin to read your portrait, but,
Im helpless, like a rich mans child.
How come you send someone out to have me barred?
You know I want your lovin,
Honey, why are you so hard?
Like a poor fool in his prime,
Yes, I know you can hear me walk,
But is your heart made out of stone, or is it lime,
Or is it just solid rock?
Well, I rush into your hallway,
Lean against your velvet door.
I watch upon your scorpion
Who crawls across your circus floor.
Just what do you think you have to guard?
You know I want your lovin, honey, but youre so hard.
Achilles is in your alleyway,
He dont want me here,
He does brag.
Hes pointing to the sky
And hes hungry, like a man in drag.
How come you get someone like him to be your guard?
You know I want your lovin,
Honey. but youre so hard.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Our treasure lies in the beehive of our knowledge. We are perpetually on the way thither, being by nature winged insects and honey gatherers of the mind.
quote by Friedrich Nietzsche
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Beer & Bones
(sanger d. shafer/lonnie williams)
I aint nothin but beer and bones
Honey since I lost you
I aint ate a bite
Since the night
That you said were through
I walked to that jukebox to play
A few sad country songs
I heard someone say
Hey that old boy
Aint nothin but beer and bones
I got to work this morning
Early this afternoon
Yeah my boss man nudged me
Said son I need to talk to you
You used to make me money
But lately I been taking a loss
Well he smelled my breath
Gave me what was left
Of the day off
I aint nothin but beer and bones
Honey since I lost you
I aint ate a bite
Since the night
That you said were through
I walked to that jukebox to play
A few sad country songs
I heard someone say
Hey that old boy
Aint nothin but beer and bones
Well I wish I could go home
And rest my weary head
But I know Ill just stay here
And have another beer instead
That little waitress asked me
Honey could you use some help
I said I thank you miss
Ill have to get through this
By my dang self
I aint nothin but beer and bones
Honey since I lost you
I aint ate a bite
Since the night
That you said were through
I walked to that jukebox to play
A few sad country songs
I heard someone say
Hey that old boy
Aint nothin but beer and bones
I heard someone say
Hey that old boy
Aint nothin but beer and bones
song performed by by John Michael Montgomery
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Mama's Girl
A child I got my mother said
A blue eyed girl with just one curl
Upon that tiny head but still I bet
Someday braids will crown that face so red
The years flew by the body grew
And Mama said it still is you
Hard times have formed the mind
Important is be always kind
And so I grew to womanhood
A happy gal she knew I would
With children to the count of five
It made my life a busy beehive
I always remember my dear Mama
And teach my children her dogma
Hard time may not have formed their mind
But still I say, please always be kind.
poem by Ingeborg von Finsterwalde
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Money Honey
Well the landlord rang my front door bell
He let it ring for a long, long spell
Went to the window, peeked through the blind
Asked him to tell me what was on his mind
An' he said:
Money honey
Money honey
Money honey
If you want to stay up here with me.
I was screamin' green an so hard pressed
I called the woman that I love the best
Finally found my baby 'bout a quarter to three
She said "I wanna know what you want with me"
An I said:
Money honey (Just a little bit)
Money honey
Money honey
If you wanna git along with me.
Well she screamed and said
"What's wrong with you?
From this day on our romance is through."
I should tell my baby, face to face
How could another man take my place?
An she said:
Money honey (lots and lots of that)
Money honey (you got to give me some)
Money honey
If you wanna git along with me.
I learned my lesson and now I know
Sun may shine and the wind may blow
Women come and women may go
But before I'll tell em that I love em so.
I want
Money honey (Do you have some?)
Money honey
Money honey
If you wanna get along with me
Money honey, (Give me)
Money honey, (I need some)
Money honey, if you wanna get along with me.
song performed by by 38 Special
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Money Honey
(words & music by j. stone)
You know, the landlord rang my front door bell.
I let it ring for a long, long spell.
I went to the window,
I peeped through the blind,
And asked him to tell me whats on his mind.
He said,
Money, honey.
Money, honey.
Money, honey, if you want to get along with me.
Well, I screamed and I hollered,
I was so hard-pressed.
I called the woman that I loved the best.
I finally got my baby about half past three,
She said Id like to know what you want with me.
I said,
Money, honey.
Money, honey.
Money, honey,
If you want to get along with me.
Well, I said tell me baby, whats wrong with you?
From this day on our romance is through
I said, tell me baby, face to face
How could another man take my place?
She said,
Money, honey.
Money, honey.
Money, honey,
If you want to get a long with me.
Well, Ive learned my lesson and now I know
The sun may shine and the winds may blow.
The women may come and the women may go,
But before I say I love you so,
I want
Money, honey.
Money, honey.
Money, honey,
If you want to get along with me.
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Happy
We ate the cafes of Chancery lane
We danced Spanish Salsa in the rain
We spoke of visiting countries like Mexico
Later we listened in tunnels to our echoes
In the darkness of the truth
We searched for our roots
Friends make us happy
Family makes us happy
Good health makes us happy
Wealth makes us happy
Love makes us happy, but why?
We marched the parades in New York City
We attentively listened to war news with pity
We sang songs of freedom by great grandfathers
As we watched a salient fireworks extravaganza
In the discovery of the truth
Each made recovery by thoughtful input
Living makes us happy
Giving makes us happy
Good health makes us happy
Wealth makes us happy
Love makes us the happiest, but why?
We sailed the continental slopes of Asia
We flew from Japan and ended up in Australia
We trekked the sandy lands of the Sahara
And in some countries we traveled by car
And in a breakthrough of the truth
We made friends shaking hands while on foot
It takes a little to be happy
For some an army of little candy
A smile can make one happy
Almost everyone wants to be happy
Freedom makes one happy
Good people make us happy
Not those who treat us badly
Entertainment makes us happy
Love makes us the happiest, but why?
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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To Those Who Concern
Migrant workers from developing Third World
Move to developed countries for all sorts of work
They may be professionals or just basic workers
Trying to fill their pockets a little much tighter.
Their employers hire them instead of their own country men
Because they are the cheaper and more hard working ones
They don't understand workers' right and things like that
And work and work and collect their wages intact
The wages basic workers get are quite pathetic and petty
It barely is enough for them to send money back to their families
But for professionals the sum is quite attractive indeed
They can save and send money back to their families in need
These remittent money, says the governments of Third World
Boost their GDPs and increase their economic power overall
But that money, if huge enough, can increase the demand of commodities and land
And raises the prices in those Third World countries of concern
This is a problem for those who are trapped inside
With no family members abroad and self-ability to flight
They work hopelessly and barely survive for less than a dollar a day
Until their minds are exhausted and their body slowly decay
poem by Henry Chen
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I Luv The Valley OH!
That's a pill and you've got to take it
That's a pill that you've got to take
I won't rest until you take it
That's a heart that you made
That's a heart and the both of you made it
And I won't rest until I break it
Its histroic de la famile
Its lhistroic de la FAM
And I won't rest until I forget about it
I won't rest until I don't care
I won't rest until I forget about it
La La La La La La La
That's a razor and you will make a threat
That's a razor make million billion threats
And I won't rest cuz I heard it all before
My behind is a beehive, there's a buzz in my backside
My behind is a beehive and I won't rest
while you break my will
Je taime the valley
Je taime the valley OH!!!
I am an orphan de la valley
And I wont rest until I forget about it
I wont rest until I dont care
LA LA LA LA LA LA LA
song performed by by Xiu Xiu
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Love Poem-10
Honey … honey … I have money.
Enjoy the life is my only destiny.
Come on enjoy the life with me
Come on enjoy the life with me
Honey … honey … I have money.
Let’s go for a long-drive.
There, where is no tribe.
You me and the money
Let’s enjoy oh my Honey.
I have money … I have Brothers
I have money … I have Sisters
I have money … I have a Family
I have money … I have friends
I have money … So no relation ends
I have money … So worshiped daily
Honey … Honey … I have Money.
Enjoy the life is my only destiny.
Ask your daddy, ask your mummy.
Say, I am having enough money.
They will make you free.
As if they find a money tree.
Let me tell you I am also a human.
I am rich but not a superman.
I too have feelings and can’t stay alone.
All relations are fake you are true.
With you I feel the feeling of coffee BRU.
If doubt, ask to my mussel, Blood and Bone.
Honey … Honey … You are my money.
You are my path and you are my destiny.
poem by Devraj Harikrishna
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Honey... Honey...
Honey… honey… I have money.
Enjoy the life is my only destiny.
Come on enjoy the life with me
Come on enjoy the life with me
Honey… honey… I have money.
Let’s go for a long-drive.
There, where is no tribe.
You me and the money
Let’s enjoy oh my Honey.
I have money… I have Brothers
I have money… I have Sisters
I have money… I have a Family
I have money… I have friends
I have money… So no relation ends
I have money… So worshiped daily
Honey… Honey… I have Money.
Enjoy the life is my only destiny.
Ask your daddy, ask your mummy.
Say, I am having enough money.
They will make you free.
As if they find a money tree.
Let me tell you I am also a human.
I am rich but not a superman.
I too have feelings and can’t stay alone.
All relations are fake you are true.
With you I feel the feeling of coffee BRU.
If doubt, ask to my mussel, Blood and Bone.
Honey… Honey… You are my money.
You are my path and you are my destiny.
20th Feb.09
poem by Aditya Pratap Nayak
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