Queen Bee
The queen bee sits upon her throne,
Insuring that she's never alone.
Carefully cultivating every one,
Molding every mother's son.
Nurturing life throughout the hive,
Making sure it stays alive.
Making sure that she's the one,
When all is said, all is done.
She picks her drones carefully,
And cultivates them with care.
She wouldn't want her nest,
Sullied by a wild old hair.
From the head of a dread,
Challenge from within.
She has carefully defined,
What is and is not, sin.
And if, by chance, you cross her path,
Without permission given.
You are banished from hive,
For the life you're living.
Laughing out loud is her sting,
Full of sarcastic venom.
She makes of you the laughing stock.
In her matriarchy of women.
The queen of kings, hollow rings,
A hive built like a small town.
With a single stroke of gray smoke,
Her house of cards comes down.
The smoke of gray on the head,
Of the master clown.
Copyright 2003 © Ronald W. Hull
6/29/03
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"Queen Bee" is a true poem depicting Nature mastercreation and society like a mirror of the queens and kings deeds.
I have learned and enjoyed a masterpiece that enriches the pages of Poetry.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
~Nikki~
Such an interesting
read...
Wonderful job...
Trixie :)
May Lu a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
Write on!
Leland
Funny, my poem, "Radiant Relaxation" talks all about worker bees and the queen bee. Seems like maybe you read it. If not, you should. I like this poem. The rhyming is great, but I think that the last stanza,
"The smoke of gray on the head,
Of the master clown."
could be erased and the poem would be more powerful if it ended with the stanza before,
"With a single stroke of gray smoke,
Her house of cards comes down."
But thats just my opinion. Great job on this!
- J -
YF :)Sandy