Too Bee Stung

Welted words, sting solemn, hornet’s nest
Racing free verse, rickety split, strung syllables
Forget-me-nots leaves, I am Too Bee a poet
Whilst another barks, You are knot Too Bee.

Knock, knock, on knotty pine, thy finger struts
Whose there, tis a nobody skeletal key bit bard
Barbs be thorns of a Perfect Rose, picked barren
But alight emotions, veins flow Love - SO ecstatic.

Too Bee Stung by Love and Poetry, bee quite contrary
Can one, Love one, another in passionate expressions
Can one, rake nails in wants Too Bee Stung full of Love
Can one, melt mellow - heated friction in More, MORE.

Yet, more consternation exists, in duet - singles mingle
For when one sways, another sashays an intertwined tingle
Pull another Forget-me-not, leaves Love Naught Too Bee
Jest fast fling with a hornet welt, healing over heart’s rhyme.

When does Love start, end, rewind fast-forward-backward
Forget-me-nots bare limbs flails that hornet nest swelled heart
Love Me, Love Me Naught - knots twist turn tears into years
Plastic smile, empty soul, thy WILL will wilt in Poetry feelings –
Too Bee Stung.


Too Bee Stung

Welted words
sting solemn
hornet’s nest
Racing free verse
rickety split
strung syllables
Forget-me-nots leaves
I am Too Bee a poet
Whilst another barks
You are knot Too Bee.

Knock, knock
on knotty pine
thy finger struts
Whose there
tis a nobody
skeletal key bit bard
Barbs be thorns
of a Perfect Rose
picked barren
But alight emotions
veins flow Love -
SO ecstatic.

Too Bee Stung
by Love and Poetry
bee quite contrary
Can one
Love one
another
in passionate expressions
Can one
rake nails
in wants
Too Bee Stung
full of Love
Can one
melt mellow -
heated friction
in
More, MORE.

Yet
more consternation exists
in duet -
singles mingle
For when one sways
another sashays
an intertwined tingle
Pull another
Forget-me-not
leaves Love
Naught Too Bee
Jest fast fling
with a hornet welt
healing over
heart’s rhyme.

When does
Love start
end
rewind
fast-forward-backward
Forget-me-nots
bare limbs flails
that hornet nest
swelled heart
Love Me
Love Me Naught -
knots twist turn
tears into years
Plastic smile
empty soul
thy WILL will wilt
in Poetry feelings –
Too Bee Stung.