I hate bees! when they sting they really hurt. I discovered in junior high that I was allergic. It is not a serious allegy, but I am stil afraid of being stung.I run ike a freak whenever I see one
bees are striped, black and yellow things
buzzing around, buzzing around me
bees are pretty things with fluttering, flying wings
stupid bees sting me
stupid striped bees
i knew a bee once,
he didn’t want to be my friend
he stung me and i cried
that was the end
The rain
splattered on the concrete
and glistened the sidewalk
with silver paint,
smoothing out the sole of my shoes,
defeating friction
in an epic battle,
which resulted in my face
on the pavement
and my arms flailing in the midnight breeze.
Sweet necter from the flower beconed to the small flying insect. Bzzz he said as he went around from flower to flower. Gosh isn’t life wonderful.
“Billy” cried Billy’s mother from the kitchen “quit smelling flowers and come eat your mac and cheese” Billy couldn’t here her though, he was a bee
bees bees bess they sting me well ive never been stung but im sure it would hurt and hopefully im not allergic. that would stuck. one time sars stepped on a bee to get out of a track meet…classic. hahahha not going to lie i considered doing the same … a few times. soooo typical. well times up!
A very fast bee was flying down the river when suddenly it crashed into a man who was fishing his launch with his children. The man fainted the moment the bee crashed into him and the children got desperate. The bee felt so much that was its fault that it killed itself.
I met a bee once. I friendly little fellow all black and yellow. We spent the day together in the park and he bought me a hotdog. Then as the sun was setting upon the horizon, he stung me and fell to the ground. He was dead. our friendship was short lived but I’ll never forget him… that little bastard…
There once was a bee, he was cuter than smee. I can only imagine what he did, flying so unevenly. Buzzing about with his fat little butt, bothering a flower or two. There once was a bee, he was cuter than me.
Friendly or stinging, the bee always interested Annabelle. As a child, she watched them buzzing peacefully on summer days. Flower to flower. Happy as can be. She wondered what it would be like to be a bee. To have one duty and to focus on it and nothing else. If a human came near, she would die for that duty. Her duty for her queen. She would sting until she died.
what is a bee? an insect. They used to say that it was scientifically impossible for bees to fly. They lied about it. If you will. Thats crazy. What didthey used to think that they now know is wrong? What do we think now that we will know is wrong?
What can be known surely in this world? Existentialism exists for a reason. The world is hard to fathom.
The musical buzzing of the lil ssphere of metal was entrancing to John. The B-E-E, or Biomechanial E- E- device, was made for…… ok im out of an idea ya’ll can make the rest of the story up for your selves.
bumbling
stumbling
rumbling bee
like a storm whizzing
through the air
near my hair
get a way from me!
don’t sting my ear or my knee
or my noes
or my toes,
cause that’d just be swell
in more ways than one
go have fun
in the sun
because it’s summer
and you’re busy,
drinking the elixir of flowers
Hiding beneath the overhanging branches of the buch, bees humming all around me. I watched my uncle and his friend from my hidden spot for what seemed like hours. I had to stay there long after they had gone so no one would see me crawl out.
I’m reading The Beekeeper’s Apprentice by Laurie King. Always a Sherlock Holmes fan, now I get to enjoy him again as a supporting figure to the wonderful Mary Russell, who’s perhaps a little too perfect in her feminism, especially for the 1920’s, but maybe I don’t know as much as I think I do about that time. Anyway, it’s a wonderful book.
A mysterious bee was flying down the river when suddenly it crashed into a man who was fishing with his children. The man faint the moment he was hinted by the bee, The bee saw his children crying and killed itself because it couldn’t stand its regret.
Dara and the bee or wasp or whatever it was at lunch. She jumped up and screamed–bees, germs, whatever, she’s afraid of them and she’s an odd one but I love it in her–and we’re being stared at by everyone around us, but this bee is determined to get our food and eventually I’m screaming and jumping around and we’re both ridiculous and laughing but we love it.
i hate bees. one time I got stung on the lip by a bee on the way to the mall. Needless to say, bees are now my mortal enemy. Worse than the Nazi’s. Actually I don’t hate them, but I hate that they stung me. At least they provide sweet sweet honey.
Bee. Becca Bee. A nickname I was once given my someone who meant and still means a lot to me. I am trying to release the meaning from this person. I do not want to be attached any longer, but it isnt that simple. People say things and make it sound so easy, like I can just open my hand and drop something I loved. But it isnt that easy, SURPRISE. I know. I become frustrated, and sad. Emotions rush through my mind. A simple word. Bee. You wouldnt ever expect so much emotion to come out of three letters, would you?
Buzz buzz buzzing. He’s a bee so he doesn’t a damn thing because all the females are workers. I think. Oh crap I’m probably wrong. Goddamnit. I still want Urban Bee, looks like a cool ass comic. Fuck these things are always going to be like this, aren’t they? Augh. I apologize.
She sat at the table, drinking her red wine. Wearing a white bonnet and a dress as yellow as a bee, she breathed in the spring air. In that moment, she realized she loved him.
I like bees. They scare me. They always fly past my head. I am allergic to them. However, i really like the honey they produce. I like to put the honey on my toast. I also like to put the honey in my tea. I wonder, how long does a queen bee live. What is the purpose of a queen bee.
There’s Aunt Bee, of course, but I’m not sure if that’s even the way she spelled it. I never really understood her relationship to Andy Griffin. Was she just a housemaid. Hired help. I don’t know.
Buzzing to and fro. Through various patterned flowers; roaming the scene with one thing on mind. HONEY. One lowly bee must make enough honey to help his hive. He hopes to find enough before the winter’s start.
this reminds me of the bee movie. bees arent supposed to fly because the wings cant support their body weight in flight. however, the bee flies anyway, regardless of what science says. you go, bees. but, when it comes to rain, you guys fail. #cantwinateverything
Two bees were going to the bar to meet some female bees and to get some drink after a long day on the field. One bee was Mr. Suave with it and decided to start a conversation with another female bee. The female bee then throw her drink on him.
My pap and I were in the garden when I was four years old. I was afraid of the bumble bee and he told me they make the flowers grow, so for twenty years he’s been calling me bumblebee. <3
I wish I could be a bee, so carefree and gentle. They’re depleting fast, but never slow down. They have a strong will to live, and they never back down. Oh how I wish I could be a bee.
sometimes bee means just a little flying orange bug. But lately, to me, BEE means two big things: Baby, and Be. I don’t stop thinking about what it will BE like when that BABY gets here. I’m just SO excited.
bees are yellow and black and they like flowers. sometimes they like to sting people but then they die. female bees bite off male bees bee penises after they’ve had relations. weird, huh?
theyre yellow and black. striped pieces of crap that buzz and swarm and make you fear for your life. FOR NOTHING. you could kill those sons of bitches with a paddle. its so much fun. or a tennis rack. theyre horrible. they deserve a horrible, terrible, death. and i dont feel bad about it at all. they suck.
They told Kent that he couldn’t do it. His schoolmates, his teachers, even his best friend Pete tried to warn him that it was physically impossible. He couldn’t fly. But that didn’t stop him from putting on his black and yellow striped bee suit. He strapped on his gossamer wings. He climbed up on the top of the clock tower and jumped. Flapping furiously, Kent flew for approximately 2.3 seconds before cracking the concrete below. He walked home, and his Ma giggled at his broken antennae. “Now Clark,” she said, “when you stop growing, then I’ll make you a nice blue costume with a big red ‘S.’ Until then, try to refrain from flying. And no more bee suits.”
Bee. Buzz. Zzzzz. Sleep? Sleep. That’s where I’m trying to go. I close my eyes, tilt my head against the soft pillow. Take in a long slow breath. Deer. Jump. Hop. Skip. Fall. Falling. Falling? Why am I falling? What’s wrong?
stinging flower sucking pollinators yellow and black. flying honey makers. very busy. family. hive as home. springtime menace. .small with a big bite. die once they sting you…serves um right. lol
bee is the word of the day their hive consists of a queen sterile females and only a few male drones which are sent off to procreate the sterile females act as a colony to keep the hive running
The buzzing was utter madness.
I opened my mouth and they flew out.
I unbutton my shirt and they flew out.
Out of my hair, out of my ears —
I appeared to be made of countless drones.
Yet I am their queen.
I am the honey which keeps them all together.
bees sting and sometimes people are allergic and can die
they are important because they pollinate flowers and make honey with the pollen 98 percent of them are female the queen is the only one who can procreate
Bees sting. They dont mean to hurt, but they’ll fight their territory till you back off. Bees are the kindest animals in a way. They never offfend. They stay in their little hut. They buld their community. Their hive. And then some dude just happens to stumble on it. That’s the problem. The inevitable stumble.
I hate bees! when they sting they really hurt. I discovered in junior high that I was allergic. It is not a serious allegy, but I am stil afraid of being stung.I run ike a freak whenever I see one
bees are striped, black and yellow things
buzzing around, buzzing around me
bees are pretty things with fluttering, flying wings
stupid bees sting me
stupid striped bees
i knew a bee once,
he didn’t want to be my friend
he stung me and i cried
that was the end
I once was stung by a bee. It was early summer at my grandma’s house on the beach. That was my first experience with agonizing pain.
The rain
splattered on the concrete
and glistened the sidewalk
with silver paint,
smoothing out the sole of my shoes,
defeating friction
in an epic battle,
which resulted in my face
on the pavement
and my arms flailing in the midnight breeze.
Sweet necter from the flower beconed to the small flying insect. Bzzz he said as he went around from flower to flower. Gosh isn’t life wonderful.
“Billy” cried Billy’s mother from the kitchen “quit smelling flowers and come eat your mac and cheese” Billy couldn’t here her though, he was a bee
bees bees bess they sting me well ive never been stung but im sure it would hurt and hopefully im not allergic. that would stuck. one time sars stepped on a bee to get out of a track meet…classic. hahahha not going to lie i considered doing the same … a few times. soooo typical. well times up!
A very fast bee was flying down the river when suddenly it crashed into a man who was fishing his launch with his children. The man fainted the moment the bee crashed into him and the children got desperate. The bee felt so much that was its fault that it killed itself.
I met a bee once. I friendly little fellow all black and yellow. We spent the day together in the park and he bought me a hotdog. Then as the sun was setting upon the horizon, he stung me and fell to the ground. He was dead. our friendship was short lived but I’ll never forget him… that little bastard…
There once was a bee, he was cuter than smee. I can only imagine what he did, flying so unevenly. Buzzing about with his fat little butt, bothering a flower or two. There once was a bee, he was cuter than me.
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Friendly or stinging, the bee always interested Annabelle. As a child, she watched them buzzing peacefully on summer days. Flower to flower. Happy as can be. She wondered what it would be like to be a bee. To have one duty and to focus on it and nothing else. If a human came near, she would die for that duty. Her duty for her queen. She would sting until she died.
what is a bee? an insect. They used to say that it was scientifically impossible for bees to fly. They lied about it. If you will. Thats crazy. What didthey used to think that they now know is wrong? What do we think now that we will know is wrong?
What can be known surely in this world? Existentialism exists for a reason. The world is hard to fathom.
The musical buzzing of the lil ssphere of metal was entrancing to John. The B-E-E, or Biomechanial E- E- device, was made for…… ok im out of an idea ya’ll can make the rest of the story up for your selves.
buzz
bumbling
stumbling
rumbling bee
like a storm whizzing
through the air
near my hair
get a way from me!
don’t sting my ear or my knee
or my noes
or my toes,
cause that’d just be swell
in more ways than one
go have fun
in the sun
because it’s summer
and you’re busy,
drinking the elixir of flowers
Hiding beneath the overhanging branches of the buch, bees humming all around me. I watched my uncle and his friend from my hidden spot for what seemed like hours. I had to stay there long after they had gone so no one would see me crawl out.
I’m reading The Beekeeper’s Apprentice by Laurie King. Always a Sherlock Holmes fan, now I get to enjoy him again as a supporting figure to the wonderful Mary Russell, who’s perhaps a little too perfect in her feminism, especially for the 1920’s, but maybe I don’t know as much as I think I do about that time. Anyway, it’s a wonderful book.
A mysterious bee was flying down the river when suddenly it crashed into a man who was fishing with his children. The man faint the moment he was hinted by the bee, The bee saw his children crying and killed itself because it couldn’t stand its regret.
Dara and the bee or wasp or whatever it was at lunch. She jumped up and screamed–bees, germs, whatever, she’s afraid of them and she’s an odd one but I love it in her–and we’re being stared at by everyone around us, but this bee is determined to get our food and eventually I’m screaming and jumping around and we’re both ridiculous and laughing but we love it.
i hate bees. one time I got stung on the lip by a bee on the way to the mall. Needless to say, bees are now my mortal enemy. Worse than the Nazi’s. Actually I don’t hate them, but I hate that they stung me. At least they provide sweet sweet honey.
Bee. Becca Bee. A nickname I was once given my someone who meant and still means a lot to me. I am trying to release the meaning from this person. I do not want to be attached any longer, but it isnt that simple. People say things and make it sound so easy, like I can just open my hand and drop something I loved. But it isnt that easy, SURPRISE. I know. I become frustrated, and sad. Emotions rush through my mind. A simple word. Bee. You wouldnt ever expect so much emotion to come out of three letters, would you?
Buzz buzz buzzing. He’s a bee so he doesn’t a damn thing because all the females are workers. I think. Oh crap I’m probably wrong. Goddamnit. I still want Urban Bee, looks like a cool ass comic. Fuck these things are always going to be like this, aren’t they? Augh. I apologize.
She sat at the table, drinking her red wine. Wearing a white bonnet and a dress as yellow as a bee, she breathed in the spring air. In that moment, she realized she loved him.
I like bees. They scare me. They always fly past my head. I am allergic to them. However, i really like the honey they produce. I like to put the honey on my toast. I also like to put the honey in my tea. I wonder, how long does a queen bee live. What is the purpose of a queen bee.
There’s Aunt Bee, of course, but I’m not sure if that’s even the way she spelled it. I never really understood her relationship to Andy Griffin. Was she just a housemaid. Hired help. I don’t know.
Buzzing to and fro. Through various patterned flowers; roaming the scene with one thing on mind. HONEY. One lowly bee must make enough honey to help his hive. He hopes to find enough before the winter’s start.
this reminds me of the bee movie. bees arent supposed to fly because the wings cant support their body weight in flight. however, the bee flies anyway, regardless of what science says. you go, bees. but, when it comes to rain, you guys fail. #cantwinateverything
Two bees were going to the bar to meet some female bees and to get some drink after a long day on the field. One bee was Mr. Suave with it and decided to start a conversation with another female bee. The female bee then throw her drink on him.
My pap and I were in the garden when I was four years old. I was afraid of the bumble bee and he told me they make the flowers grow, so for twenty years he’s been calling me bumblebee. <3
I wish I could be a bee, so carefree and gentle. They’re depleting fast, but never slow down. They have a strong will to live, and they never back down. Oh how I wish I could be a bee.
sometimes bee means just a little flying orange bug. But lately, to me, BEE means two big things: Baby, and Be. I don’t stop thinking about what it will BE like when that BABY gets here. I’m just SO excited.
bees are yellow and black and they like flowers. sometimes they like to sting people but then they die. female bees bite off male bees bee penises after they’ve had relations. weird, huh?
theyre yellow and black. striped pieces of crap that buzz and swarm and make you fear for your life. FOR NOTHING. you could kill those sons of bitches with a paddle. its so much fun. or a tennis rack. theyre horrible. they deserve a horrible, terrible, death. and i dont feel bad about it at all. they suck.
They told Kent that he couldn’t do it. His schoolmates, his teachers, even his best friend Pete tried to warn him that it was physically impossible. He couldn’t fly. But that didn’t stop him from putting on his black and yellow striped bee suit. He strapped on his gossamer wings. He climbed up on the top of the clock tower and jumped. Flapping furiously, Kent flew for approximately 2.3 seconds before cracking the concrete below. He walked home, and his Ma giggled at his broken antennae. “Now Clark,” she said, “when you stop growing, then I’ll make you a nice blue costume with a big red ‘S.’ Until then, try to refrain from flying. And no more bee suits.”
Bee. Buzz. Zzzzz. Sleep? Sleep. That’s where I’m trying to go. I close my eyes, tilt my head against the soft pillow. Take in a long slow breath. Deer. Jump. Hop. Skip. Fall. Falling. Falling? Why am I falling? What’s wrong?
It’s happening again. The crazy is taking over.
stinging flower sucking pollinators yellow and black. flying honey makers. very busy. family. hive as home. springtime menace. .small with a big bite. die once they sting you…serves um right. lol
bee stings on my fingers and callouses on my palms, dirt under my nails and wrists tied with braided-grass bracelets.
bee is the word of the day their hive consists of a queen sterile females and only a few male drones which are sent off to procreate the sterile females act as a colony to keep the hive running
The buzzing was utter madness.
I opened my mouth and they flew out.
I unbutton my shirt and they flew out.
Out of my hair, out of my ears —
I appeared to be made of countless drones.
Yet I am their queen.
I am the honey which keeps them all together.
bees sting and sometimes people are allergic and can die
they are important because they pollinate flowers and make honey with the pollen 98 percent of them are female the queen is the only one who can procreate
Bees sting. They dont mean to hurt, but they’ll fight their territory till you back off. Bees are the kindest animals in a way. They never offfend. They stay in their little hut. They buld their community. Their hive. And then some dude just happens to stumble on it. That’s the problem. The inevitable stumble.