Join the Neopoet online poetry workshop and community to improve as a writer, meet fellow poets, and showcase your work. Sign up, submit your poetry, and get started.

Pollonated and Picked... ( or Pap )

Pollinated and Picked… (or Pap)

It’s not just that I’m a Bee,
that gives my life a bit of
buzz. But being a Bee is me,
so you being a being and
being here once suited all of us.

I’m buzzing about here being my
planet, and sharing this planet’s
space with an all seeing human being.
I pollinate he or she picks it’s one of
life’s little tricks, he and she being
the beings all seeing.

I know that a Bee’s life is rather
short, compared to a being
all seeing. This is a Bee making
a statement not a retort, though
some pesticides did have us
fleeing.

On the whole most of the beings
all seeing are good, though some
are selfish when it comes to wasting
energy or food.
Some demand more for less,
which some pesticides address,
but they’re not living with nature
as they should.

See me being a Bee the being
all seeing being a he or she, my
brain being so small, the being all
seeing being so tall, he or she and
me the Bee were never ever going
to be soul mates. But before the
pesticide that had us all buzz off
and hide. We had the little trick
that the being all seeing would pick,
while the beautiful buzzing Bee just
pollinates.
Other creatures have been made
to flee, not just the buzzing Bee,
and being that they helped pollinate,
eating then distributing seeds and
nuts at a steady rate, helping plants
to flower and grow putting on a
spectacular show. Don’t you think
they deserve a better fate.

Even in the deepest sea the being
all seeing is destroying habitat,
I know what all the small brains
thinks of that.
Why charge on and spoil, such a
precious place for gas or oil, can
the being not find a better solution
stop all their systemic pollution,
and say no to the bourgeois brat.

Once we all worked well together,
controlled by our barometer the
weather. But the being all seeing
being an ingrate, never prepared
to stop and wait, is destroying the
bloody climate at a very alarming
rate.

But I know the being all seeing
will not last, they’ve developed
a nuclear blast. See nature has
built in some safeguards, and
will rid itself of these retards.
The being will end up firing
these weapons of war, giving
each other what’s for, ending
as a thought from our past

While you and I, I being a
Bee and you being thee, will at
last be free from that beings
hypocrisy.

Review Request (Intensity): 
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Last few words: 
I'm buzzing about this one.
Editing stage: 

Comments

I very much enjoyed the play with the words "be" and "being" all through, and that last few verses said it all and said it cleverly.
Thanks for sharing.

❤❤❤❤❤❤

Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words
........Robert Frost☺

Follow me
www.instgram.com/rularules1

Thank you Rula, glad you enjoyed this . Love Roscoe....

Roscoe Llane,

Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.

author comment

Got a bit tang toungled here and there. It has been said if all bees died the environment would collapse in 3 years and Man would be extinct shortly after. Yet as is gown in Chernobyl, nature can go right on without us...........stan

Thank you for your comments, and yes man is the most horrendously efficient killer. And we always find ways to justify it, even blaming the false gods. There is no doubt the planet would be better without man. Regards Roscoe...

Roscoe Llane,

Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.

author comment

A clever write Roscoe...
Great play on words
But I have to say, if we ever do use those weapons of annihilation, the bees, and all other insects (except for the cockroach, so they say) will go along with the rest of us....
love judy
xxx

'Each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star,
shall draw the Thing as he sees It, for the God of Things as They are.'
(Rudyard Kipling)

Sorry for late reply, been away trying to save the planet this weekend. Unfortunately what you say is true, we would probably take all our wonderful insects and animals with us. A madness that has to be stopped. Love Roscoe...

Roscoe Llane,

Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.

author comment
(c) Neopoet.com. No copyright is claimed by Neopoet to original member content.