Hi and TY, HOPE ALLS WELL but not too deep Heres a new thing Bee Bombing, Mother Humming Monarchs That Bee bombing Mother humming Monarch bush Sure, is alive today Everything has come to feast or fight or……… It is a cacophony of sound and a kaleidoscope Of colour I think I’ve heard and seen before Some other “bush,” a few other times Today, I stand on the upper Deck Watching the wind sail through the trees Such a sound, from calm, to hold on to your hat Sometimes you just gotta, let weather be The pink and white flower laden bush Hangs dripping its succulence in air, in scent A calling card for all, to come and see and feast Now I watch as hungry birds and bees And delicate Monarchs descend Why do hardened Monarchs, Refuse to bend? Maybe a few rulers, broken over me, But not from what “I”, say The adjacent fountain gurgling, draws them in The Hummingbirds perch and sip The Bumbles get sucked in Look! there’s one now, struggling to swim My lifeguard skills assist extraction Drying now, on the rim Have you ever seen a Bumble grin? I ain’t no King Bee But I do like honey More than money Meanwhile two others humping on a flower Bound! to be posted on/in the web Monarchs do not seem to bother They only need the nectar Their body weight requires, but a drop Of dew, in the Morning, so sweet then From nocturnal slumber sweetness grows Fragrances for all, to drink in And if colours reflect sweetness Pink and white, must taste so good! I must try The analogy of sucking a lot of petals, To get a drink, Might not be appropriate But I’ll use it anyway To express my quenching intention So Bee it. Stop the humming, better start drumming Or in Quartz, vibrate my soul Or yours, if your near by Better than “Throwing Stones “BW Don’t leave this bush, drained of pollen No longer a place for Hummingbirds and Bees and Monarchs To call “Their Home” Or at least a Dine and Dash When in doubt, Dance! S. Garland 6/20/23 🚌🚌
Alien Shadows Just minding my own business Not, that I always do Chatty Kathy can be my nickname If I be standing in front of you Today I “was quiet”, on the deck As I said, “My” business, was in My mind Alone at peace, warm winds blowing Cerveza flowing into ink Sun beaming, Gazebo grinning Don’t let the occupants burn Vinyl decks will burn your feet What an unconscious invention Not only are they hot as coals You can never get those mothers clean Maybe for a day or two Power washers Yes! Hands and knees No! So, in those thoughts I failed to notice What all of a sudden, seemed to come into focus You know? like out of the Blue Just a slight turn of the head can reveal a lot The deck began to dance in dark shadows In the rhythm of the wind Like a choreographed symphony, Dark shadows blend dance and cavort They make me want to move In their rhythm, the balance of it all Is remarkable, so fluid! Yet, humans so rigid, In the shadows that we leave Some emblazed by others In but an instant Just, a shadow on the wall Or window, waving to get in Me and my shadow don’t really mind Sitting on the chair, were rocking We don’t care Shadows must love music They sure do dance to, what I’m playing Forget, the wind, they know better Sometimes, even a shadow, Has to get up and dance! No point really To Alienate a shadow In light they Be In Dark who knows? S. Garland 6/27/23
@@moon.dance876 Alien Shadows Just minding my own business Not, that I always do Chatty Kathy can be my nickname If I be standing in front of you Today I “was quiet”, on the deck As I said, “My” business, was in My mind Alone at peace, warm winds blowing Cerveza flowing into ink Sun beaming, Gazebo grinning Don’t let the occupants burn Vinyl decks will burn your feet What an unconscious invention Not only are they hot as coals You can never get those mothers clean Maybe for a day or two Power washers Yes! Hands and knees No! So, in those thoughts I failed to notice What all of a sudden, seemed to come into focus You know? like out of the Blue Just a slight turn of the head can reveal a lot The deck began to dance in dark shadows In the rhythm of the wind Like a choreographed symphony, Dark shadows blend dance and cavort They make me want to move In their rhythm, the balance of it all Is remarkable, so fluid! Yet, humans so rigid, In the shadows that we leave Some emblazed by others In but an instant Just, a shadow on the wall Or window, waving to get in Me and my shadow don’t really mind Sitting on the chair, were rocking We don’t care Shadows must love music They sure do dance to, what I’m playing Forget, the wind, they know better Sometimes, even a shadow, Has to get up and dance! No point really To Alienate a shadow In light they Be In Dark who knows? S. Garland 6/27/23 TY
Hi and TY, HOPE ALLS WELL but not too deep Heres a new thing
Bee Bombing, Mother Humming Monarchs
That Bee bombing Mother humming Monarch bush
Sure, is alive today
Everything has come to feast or fight or………
It is a cacophony of sound and a kaleidoscope
Of colour
I think I’ve heard and seen before
Some other “bush,” a few other times
Today, I stand on the upper Deck
Watching the wind sail through the trees
Such a sound, from calm, to hold on to your hat
Sometimes you just gotta, let weather be
The pink and white flower laden bush
Hangs dripping its succulence in air, in scent
A calling card for all, to come and see and feast
Now I watch as hungry birds and bees
And delicate Monarchs descend
Why do hardened Monarchs,
Refuse to bend?
Maybe a few rulers, broken over me,
But not from what “I”, say
The adjacent fountain gurgling, draws them in
The Hummingbirds perch and sip
The Bumbles get sucked in
Look! there’s one now, struggling to swim
My lifeguard skills assist extraction
Drying now, on the rim
Have you ever seen a Bumble grin?
I ain’t no King Bee
But I do like honey
More than money
Meanwhile two others humping on a flower
Bound! to be posted on/in the web
Monarchs do not seem to bother
They only need the nectar
Their body weight requires, but a drop
Of dew, in the Morning, so sweet then
From nocturnal slumber sweetness grows
Fragrances for all, to drink in
And if colours reflect sweetness
Pink and white, must taste so good!
I must try
The analogy of sucking a lot of petals,
To get a drink,
Might not be appropriate
But I’ll use it anyway
To express my quenching intention
So Bee it.
Stop the humming, better start drumming
Or in Quartz, vibrate my soul
Or yours, if your near by
Better than “Throwing Stones “BW
Don’t leave this bush, drained of pollen
No longer a place for
Hummingbirds and Bees and Monarchs
To call “Their Home”
Or at least a Dine and Dash
When in doubt, Dance!
S. Garland
6/20/23
🚌🚌
Always 🙏
When In doubt dance ❤❤❤
No truer words
Alien Shadows
Just minding my own business
Not, that I always do
Chatty Kathy can be my nickname
If I be standing in front of you
Today I “was quiet”, on the deck
As I said, “My” business, was in My mind
Alone at peace, warm winds blowing
Cerveza flowing into ink
Sun beaming, Gazebo grinning
Don’t let the occupants burn
Vinyl decks will burn your feet
What an unconscious invention
Not only are they hot as coals
You can never get those mothers clean
Maybe for a day or two
Power washers Yes!
Hands and knees No!
So, in those thoughts I failed to notice
What all of a sudden, seemed to come into focus
You know? like out of the Blue
Just a slight turn of the head can reveal a lot
The deck began to dance in dark shadows
In the rhythm of the wind
Like a choreographed symphony,
Dark shadows blend dance and cavort
They make me want to move
In their rhythm, the balance of it all
Is remarkable, so fluid!
Yet, humans so rigid,
In the shadows that we leave
Some emblazed by others
In but an instant
Just, a shadow on the wall
Or window, waving to get in
Me and my shadow don’t really mind
Sitting on the chair, were rocking
We don’t care
Shadows must love music
They sure do dance to, what I’m playing
Forget, the wind, they know better
Sometimes, even a shadow,
Has to get up and dance!
No point really
To Alienate a shadow
In light they Be
In Dark who knows?
S. Garland
6/27/23
@@moon.dance876
Alien Shadows
Just minding my own business
Not, that I always do
Chatty Kathy can be my nickname
If I be standing in front of you
Today I “was quiet”, on the deck
As I said, “My” business, was in My mind
Alone at peace, warm winds blowing
Cerveza flowing into ink
Sun beaming, Gazebo grinning
Don’t let the occupants burn
Vinyl decks will burn your feet
What an unconscious invention
Not only are they hot as coals
You can never get those mothers clean
Maybe for a day or two
Power washers Yes!
Hands and knees No!
So, in those thoughts I failed to notice
What all of a sudden, seemed to come into focus
You know? like out of the Blue
Just a slight turn of the head can reveal a lot
The deck began to dance in dark shadows
In the rhythm of the wind
Like a choreographed symphony,
Dark shadows blend dance and cavort
They make me want to move
In their rhythm, the balance of it all
Is remarkable, so fluid!
Yet, humans so rigid,
In the shadows that we leave
Some emblazed by others
In but an instant
Just, a shadow on the wall
Or window, waving to get in
Me and my shadow don’t really mind
Sitting on the chair, were rocking
We don’t care
Shadows must love music
They sure do dance to, what I’m playing
Forget, the wind, they know better
Sometimes, even a shadow,
Has to get up and dance!
No point really
To Alienate a shadow
In light they Be
In Dark who knows?
S. Garland
6/27/23 TY