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  1. Moi Kliniger

    Moi Kliniger


    If i could only be a butterfly
    I would stay up all night
    I would haunt your house
    And in your bed
    While you're asleep
    I'd whisper in your ear
    I love you

    If i could only be a butterfly
    I'd never reach the ground
    I could see the fireflies
    And in your bed
    While you're asleep
    I'd whisper in your ear
    I wanna take you once
    I'll take you twice

    have only come to see you shine
    I want to undress your mind
    There's room for us both to fly
    Just let me undress your mind

    If I could only be a butterfly
    I would love all night
    I'd colour your skies
    And in your bed
    While you're asleep
    I'd whisper in your ear
    You've left a bunch of stars
    In my hand

    by Erik De Neef
    Moi Kliniger
  2. Moi Kliniger

    Moi Kliniger

    "The Worship of Nature"

    The harp at Nature's advent strung
    Has never ceased to play;
    The song the stars of morning sung
    Has never died away.

    And prayer is made, and praise is given,
    By all things near and far;
    The ocean looketh up to heaven,
    And mirrors every star.

    Its waves are kneeling on the strand,
    As kneels the human knee,
    Their white locks bowing to the sand,
    The priesthood of the sea!

    They pour their glittering treasures forth,
    Their gifts of pearl they bring,
    And all the listening hills of earth
    Take up the song they sing.

    The green earth sends its incense up
    From many a mountain shrine;
    From folded leaf and dewy cup
    She pours her sacred wine.

    The mists above the morning rills
    Rise white as wings of prayer;
    The altar-curtains of the hills
    Are sunset's purple air.

    The winds with hymns of praise are loud,
    Or low with sobs of pain, --
    The thunder-organ of the cloud,
    The dropping tears of rain.

    With drooping head and branches crossed
    The twilight forest grieves,
    Or speaks with tongues of Pentecost
    From all its sunlit leaves.

    The blue sky is the temple's arch,
    Its transept earth and air,
    The music of its starry march
    The chorus of a prayer.

    So Nature keeps the reverent frame
    With which her years began,
    And all her signs and voices shame
    The prayerless heart of man.

    by John Greenleaf Whittier
    Moi Kliniger
  3. Moi Kliniger

    Moi Kliniger

    That Music Always Round Me

    THAT music always round me, unceasing, unbeginning--yet long untaught
    I did not hear;
    But now the chorus I hear, and am elated;
    A tenor, strong, ascending, with power and health, with glad notes of
    day-break I hear,
    A soprano, at intervals, sailing buoyantly over the tops of immense
    A transparent bass, shuddering lusciously under and through the
    The triumphant tutti--the funeral wailings, with sweet flutes and
    violins--all these I fill myself with;
    I hear not the volumes of sound merely--I am moved by the exquisite
    I listen to the different voices winding in and out, striving,
    contending with fiery vehemence to excel each other in emotion;
    I do not think the performers know themselves--but now I think I
    begin to know them.

    by Walt Whitman
    Moi Kliniger


    Moi Kliniger
    19/08/2017 #12 Anonymous
    Thank you so much for your likes @Lisa 🐝 Gallagher, @Ali Anani, @Debasish Majumder
    Liesbeth Leysen, MSc. International Management, Certified Executive Coach. Brand Ambassador beBee, Inc.
    18/08/2017 #11 Liesbeth Leysen, MSc. International Management, Certified Executive Coach. Brand Ambassador beBee, Inc.
    I am sorry to read about Sara's mom. I wish her and her family so much strength.
    Ali 🐝 Anani, Brand Ambassador @beBee
    18/08/2017 #10 Ali 🐝 Anani, Brand Ambassador @beBee
    #9 Surely, and I have responded to your very kind message dear Lisa
    Lisa 🐝 Gallagher
    18/08/2017 #9 Lisa 🐝 Gallagher
    #8 When she is back and ready, we can be there for her!
    Ali 🐝 Anani, Brand Ambassador @beBee
    18/08/2017 #8 Ali 🐝 Anani, Brand Ambassador @beBee
    #7 I am afraid Sara shall be away for few days before she may read any of cour messages to her.
    Lisa 🐝 Gallagher
    18/08/2017 #7 Lisa 🐝 Gallagher
    #6 Oh, I'm so sorry Sara lost her mom. My heart goes out to her. As one woman told me long before my mom passed and not long after her mom passed, you feel like a child again, longing for your 'mommy.' She was 61 years old when she told me that and not a person who shared emotion easily. My deepest condolences to Sara.
    Ali 🐝 Anani, Brand Ambassador @beBee
    18/08/2017 #6 Ali 🐝 Anani, Brand Ambassador @beBee
    #5 yes, dear @Lisa 🐝 Gallagher. SJ lost her mother and you reminded me of your buzzes on the loss of your mother. I find nothing hurting like the passing away of a mother.
    Lisa 🐝 Gallagher
    18/08/2017 #5 Lisa 🐝 Gallagher
    #4 oh my.... I don't know who it it but my condolences. Loss is so very hard. It's strange, I rarely tag people.. maybe this was meant to be that I tagged you? I can understand why this was hard for you to read. Sending you good thoughts Ali, it sounds like this affected you... that ripple effect.
    Ali 🐝 Anani, Brand Ambassador @beBee
    18/08/2017 #4 Ali 🐝 Anani, Brand Ambassador @beBee
    Thank you dear @Lisa 🐝 Gallagher. A minute before reading this buzz. a distinguished friend of ours lost her mother last night. So, reading this "The triumphant tutti--the funeral wailings, with sweet flutes" has a sound effect on me. This is a superb, but a sad one for me and you understand why..Thank you @Moi Kliniger for selecting this wonderful sharing.
    I don't know if I have the permission to disclose the name of grieved friend and you shall notice her absence for few days
    Moi Kliniger
    18/08/2017 #1 Anonymous
    Thank you @Lisa 🐝 Gallagher for like !
  4. Moi Kliniger

    Moi Kliniger

    Sonnet 116

    Let me not to the marriage of true minds
    Admit impediments. Love is not love
    Which alters when it alteration finds,
    Or bends with the remover to remove.
    O no, it is an ever-fixèd mark
    That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
    It is the star to every wand'ring bark,
    Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
    Love’s not time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
    Within his bending sickle’s compass come:
    Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
    But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
      If this be error and upon me proved,
      I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

    by William Shakespeare
    Moi Kliniger


    Moi Kliniger
    19/08/2017 #5 Anonymous
    Truly appreciative for likes @Hervé Sabattier, @Luis Piriz, @Louise Smith! Happy Saturday ☺
    Moi Kliniger
    19/08/2017 #4 Anonymous
    #1 This poem is one of my favorites by Shakespeare!

    So happy you read and loved it!
    Moi Kliniger
    19/08/2017 #3 Anonymous
    #2 Shakespeare is definitely the master!
    Hervé Sabattier
    19/08/2017 #2 Hervé Sabattier
    Wonderful hymn to love, written by a master poet.
    Dave Worthen
    18/08/2017 #1 Dave Worthen
    I've read some William Shakespeare, but have never seen this. How in the world have I not seen this before?! Thanks for posting this, @Moi Kliniger Just when you think that the writings about love have become lost in a sea of sameness, William comes through. And he knew it well for when he walked the Earth. Brilliant.
  5. ProducerTapan Ghosh

    Tapan Ghosh

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  6. ProducerSavvy Raj

    Savvy Raj

     A Celebration of Silence
    A Celebration of SilenceSense Enchantment!A Celebration of SilenceIn the sensing of an ethereal presence.As it further blends into the dusk of misty blue.Let go and dare to loose your self in the magnetic enchantment....As the scent of the woody flowers work their magical...


    Savvy Raj
    17/08/2017 #4 Savvy Raj
    #3 Yes indeed! @Mohammed A. Jawad Thank you as well.
    Truly there is much grace to be grateful for in seeing beyond the mere looking 😊
    Mohammed A. Jawad
    17/08/2017 #3 Mohammed A. Jawad
    A silent call to experience life's beauty!
    Savvy Raj
    17/08/2017 #2 Savvy Raj
    #1 Thank you for the kind appreciation.
    Numo Quest
    17/08/2017 #1 Numo Quest
    Grateful, Graceful, Profound. Many thanks Savvy ":O)
  7. Moi Kliniger

    Moi Kliniger

    Love's Coming

    She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
    With the clash of arms and the bugle's call;
    But he came instead with a stealthy tread,
    Which she did not hear at all.

    She had thought how his armor would blaze in the sun,
    As he rode like a prince to claim his bride:
    In the sweet dim light of the falling night
    She found him at her side.

    She had dreamed how the gaze of his strange, bold eye
    Would wake her heart to a sudden glow:
    She found in his face the familiar grace
    Of a friend she used to know.

    She had dreamed how his coming would stir her soul,
    As the ocean is stirred by the wild storm's strife:
    He brought her the balm of a heavenly calm,
    And a peace which crowned her life.

    by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
    Moi Kliniger


    Moi Kliniger
    18/08/2017 #6 Anonymous
    Thank you @Maria Teresa Redondo Infantes for like !
    Moi Kliniger
    18/08/2017 #4 Anonymous
    #1 :)
    Moi Kliniger
    18/08/2017 #3 Anonymous
    #2 Thank you too Claire for share!
    Claire L Cardwell
    17/08/2017 #2 Claire L Cardwell
    Lovely - thanks for the share @Moi Kliniger!
    Luis Piriz
    17/08/2017 #1 Luis Piriz
  8. Moi Kliniger

    Moi Kliniger

    The Beautiful Night

    Now I leave this cottage lowly,

    Where my love hath made her home,
    And with silent footstep slowly

    Through the darksome forest roam,
    Luna breaks through oaks and bushes,

    Zephyr hastes her steps to meet,
    And the waving birch-tree blushes,

    Scattering round her incense sweet.

    Grateful are the cooling breezes

    Of this beauteous summer night,
    Here is felt the charm that pleases,

    And that gives the soul delight.
    Boundless is my joy; yet, Heaven,

    Willingly I'd leave to thee
    Thousand such nights, were one given

    By my maiden loved to me!

    by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
    Moi Kliniger


    Moi Kliniger
    17/08/2017 #1 Anonymous
    Many thanks for liking this poem @John White, MBA, @Meera Das !
  9. ProducerSalma Rodriguez

    Salma Rodriguez

    The Artist and the AntiChrist
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  10. Moi Kliniger

    Moi Kliniger

    Bees sip honey from flowers and hum their thanks when they leave.
    The gaudy butterfly is sure that the flowers owe thanks to him.

    ~ Rabindranath Tagore
    Moi Kliniger


    Moi Kliniger
    14/08/2017 #2 Anonymous
  11. Moi Kliniger

    Moi Kliniger

    The Day Is Done

    THE DAY is done and the darkness
    Falls from the wings of Night
    As a feather is wafted downward
    From an eagle in his flight.

    I see the lights of the village
    Gleam through the rain and the mist
    And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me
    That my soul cannot resist:

    A feeling of sadness and longing
    That is not akin to pain
    And resembles sorrow only
    As the mist resembles the rain.

    Come read to me some poem
    Some simple and heartfelt lay
    That shall soothe this restless feeling
    And banish the thoughts of day.

    Not from the grand old masters
    Not from the bards sublime
    Whose distant footsteps echo
    Through the corridors of Time.

    For like strains of martial music
    Their mighty thoughts suggest
    Life's endless toil and endeavor;
    And to-night I long for rest.

    Read from some humbler poet
    Whose songs gushed from his heart
    As showers from the clouds of summer
    Or tears from the eyelids start;

    Who through long days of labor
    And nights devoid of ease
    Still heard in his soul the music
    Of wonderful melodies.

    Such songs have power to quiet
    The restless pulse of care
    And come like the benediction
    That follows after prayer.

    Then read from the treasured volume
    The poem of thy choice
    And lend to the rhyme of the poet
    The beauty of thy voice.

    And the night shall be filled with music
    And the cares that infest the day
    Shall fold their tents like the Arabs
    And as silently steal away.

    ~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
    Moi Kliniger


    Moi Kliniger
    14/08/2017 #15 Anonymous
    #14 :)
    Luis Piriz
    14/08/2017 #14 Luis Piriz
    #10 :)
    Moi Kliniger
    14/08/2017 #13 Anonymous
    Many thanks @Pamela Williams for liking my post!
    Moi Kliniger
    14/08/2017 #12 Anonymous
    Thank you @Luiz Henrique Souza E, @Franci🐝Eugenia Hoffman, beBee Brand Ambassador for likes!
    Moi Kliniger
    14/08/2017 #10 Anonymous
    #8 Thanks Luis!
    Moi Kliniger
    14/08/2017 #9 Anonymous
    #7 Glad you apprive Bill !
    Luis Piriz
    14/08/2017 #8 Luis Piriz
    Beautiful, Moi.
    Moi Kliniger
    14/08/2017 #6 Anonymous
    @Rick Delmonico, thank you!
    Moi Kliniger
    13/08/2017 #5 Anonymous
    Much obliged@Dominique 🐝 Petersen, Happy Sunday!
    Moi Kliniger
    13/08/2017 #3 Anonymous
    @Lisa 🐝 Gallagher, @Ana-María Llácer Sánchez, @Otilia Adelaida Jaramillo Inostroza, @Bill Stankiewicz, 🐝 Brand Ambassador, thank you for likes! Happy Sunday ☺
  12. ProducerDebasish Majumder
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    Franci🐝Eugenia Hoffman, beBee Brand Ambassador
    16/08/2017 #15 Franci🐝Eugenia Hoffman, beBee Brand Ambassador
    Powerful message @Debasish Majumder. We are stronger together and we do have the ability to write a new story. Why does it seem we are moving backward?
    Brian McKenzie
    13/08/2017 #14 Brian McKenzie
    We do love the surreal and the delusion. They seem to never go out of style, merely changing their clothes every season. That Orwell pic is getting a lot action this week. Aptly so.
    Vincent  🐝 Manlapaz
    12/08/2017 #13 Vincent 🐝 Manlapaz
    Thanks for sharing. This one paragraph gives a wide range of amplification - We do contain elements to write a new story. I just thought what's that element. Is that something naive or dormant, or it is just waiting to be awakened? I found the answer in the same context of this phrase- I have a story to tell. That element is you. Waiting for you to start telling your story. Break the unbreakable and that element will find its virtue. As the popular person in the Bible said, "search the scripture" for it will testify about who you are and what you're looking at and for. Great post.
    Lisa 🐝 Gallagher
    12/08/2017 #11 Lisa 🐝 Gallagher
    We are stronger together than those who start wars eg. Great message @Debasish Majumder
    Lance  🐝 Scoular
    12/08/2017 #10 Lance 🐝 Scoular
    #9 📙
    👥ed 🐝🐝🐤🐳🔥
    Pascal Derrien
    11/08/2017 #6 Pascal Derrien
    "Cry for humanity the only tune to reign with melody!" that says it all :-)
  13. ProducerMelissa Hefferman
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    Melissa Hefferman
    14/08/2017 #2 Anonymous
    #1 It is insanity.
    Deb 🐝 Helfrich
    13/08/2017 #1 Deb 🐝 Helfrich
    The Earth welcomed us all. How crazy is it that we think we can veto certain others off?
  14. Moi Kliniger

    Moi Kliniger

    'To A Butterfly'

    STAY near me---do not take thy flight!
    A little longer stay in sight!
    Much converse do I find I thee,
    Historian of my infancy !
    Float near me; do not yet depart!
    Dead times revive in thee:
    Thou bring'st, gay creature as thou art!
    A solemn image to my heart,
    My father's family!

    Oh! pleasant, pleasant were the days,
    The time, when, in our childish plays,
    My sister Emmeline and I
    Together chased the butterfly!
    A very hunter did I rush
    Upon the prey:---with leaps and spring
    I followed on from brake to bush;
    But she, God love her, feared to brush
    The dust from off its wings.

    by William Wordsworth
    Moi Kliniger


    Moi Kliniger
    10/08/2017 #5 Anonymous
    Appreciate your share @Milos Djukic
    Moi Kliniger
    10/08/2017 #4 Anonymous
    Thank you @Meera Das, @Andrew Young for likes 🍀
    Moi Kliniger
    10/08/2017 #3 Anonymous
    #2 You are so welcome David. Happy you enjoyed the poem and grateful for your shares!
    David B. Grinberg
    10/08/2017 #2 David B. Grinberg
    Thanks for this stunning and inspirational buzz (and photo), Moi. I've shared it in three poems/poetry hives.
  15. Moi Kliniger

    Moi Kliniger


    Soft comes the hush of eventide
    And songbirds hide
    In limbs of budded trees
    To bid farewell to setting sun
    With lullabies they've sung
    Each night for centuries.

    A lark is winging swiftly home -
    Black dot alone -
    Beneath auroral clouds.
    All nature makes a homeward rush
    As twilight's rosy blush
    The eyes of night arouse.

    By Margaret Yacavace
    Moi Kliniger


    Moi Kliniger
    10/08/2017 #1 Anonymous
    Thank you @Luis Piriz 🌻
  16. Moi Kliniger

    Moi Kliniger

    When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
    I all alone beweep my outcast state
    And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries
    And look upon myself and curse my fate,
    Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
    Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd,
    Desiring this man's art and that man's scope,
    With what I most enjoy contented least;
    Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
    Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
    Like to the lark at break of day arising
    From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;
    For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings
    That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

    ~ William Shakespeare
    Sonnet 29
    Moi Kliniger


    Moi Kliniger
    08/08/2017 #1 Anonymous
    Much obliged @Paul Walters, have a great day in Bali 🌳
  17. ProducerSalma Rodriguez

    Salma Rodriguez

    The Poet and the Punished
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    Chas ✌️ Wyatt
    08/08/2017 #2 Chas ✌️ Wyatt
    Study the story of Horus which was recorded thousands of years before the story of Jesus and then tell me if the Bible is an exercise in plagiarism.
    Melissa Hefferman
    08/08/2017 #1 Anonymous
    Oh. lovely and intriguing weave @Salma Rodriguez!!
  18. Moi Kliniger

    Moi Kliniger

    Long ago Apollo called to Aristæus,
    youngest of the shepherds,
    Saying, "I will make you keeper of my bees."
    Golden were the hives, and golden was the honey;
    golden, too, the music,
    Where the honey-makers hummed among the trees.

    ~ Henry Van Dyke
    Moi Kliniger


    Moi Kliniger
    08/08/2017 #12 Anonymous
    Thank you @Goyo Estallo Puyuelo for like!
    Moi Kliniger
    08/08/2017 #11 Anonymous
    #10 So do I @Dean Owen !
    Dean Owen
    08/08/2017 #10 Dean Owen
    #1 I hope the powers that bee read this!
    Moi Kliniger
    08/08/2017 #9 Anonymous
    #8 Thank you @CityVP 🐝 Manjit, interesting read by Sontag.
    CityVP 🐝 Manjit
    07/08/2017 #8 CityVP 🐝 Manjit
    #3 Yes, especially a poem that makes you think and is so well written. Of course Susan Sontag wrote against the perils of interpretation. Not where it advanced context but where it stifled meaning relevant to our age and time. See the PDF and part 4 of Sontag where she says

    QUOTE START : "In a culture whose already classical dilemma is the hypertrophy of the intellect at the expense of energy and sensual capability, interpretation is the revenge of the intellect upon art. Even more. It is the revenge of the intellect upon the world. To
    interpret is to impoverish, to deplete the world—in order to set up a shadow world of “meanings.” It is to turn the world into this world.(“This world”! As if there were any other.) The world, our world, is depleted, impoverished enough. Away with all duplicates of it, until we again experience more immediately what we have." : QUOTE END - SUSAN SONTAG

    Moi Kliniger
    07/08/2017 #6 Anonymous
    #2 Thank you for share @CityVP 🐝 Manjit. Great new week to you!
    Moi Kliniger
    07/08/2017 #5 Anonymous
    #3 My pleasure Aleta, have a great new week 🌸
    Moi Kliniger
    07/08/2017 #4 Anonymous
    #1 I'm very familiar with 'White Bees!' Hope @Dean Owen enjoys poem.
    Aleta Curry
    07/08/2017 #3 Aleta Curry
    I love it when someone introduces me to a poem I didn't know. Thanks@Moi and thanks for the share @CityVP 🐝 Manjit
    CityVP 🐝 Manjit
    07/08/2017 #2 CityVP 🐝 Manjit
    Henry Van Dyke - White Bees
    CityVP 🐝 Manjit
    07/08/2017 #1 CityVP 🐝 Manjit
    I think @Dean Owen is going to love this particular poem because even though the opening six lines is all about honey-makers, the rest of Henry Van Dyke's poem "White Bees" tells us the mistake Apollo made in calling Aristæus to manage his bees.

    It turns out that not only did Aristæus loiter and not pay attention to the needs of the bees, he got sidetracked by a nymph called Eurydice and he followed her but the nymph trod on a serpent and she vanished.

    By the time Aristæus came back to the bees under his care, they had all gone and here Henry Van Dyke writes

    "Lonely Aristæus, sadly home returning, found his
    garden empty,
    All the hives deserted, all the music fled.

    Mournfully bewailing, —“ah, my honey—makers,
    where have you departed?” —
    Far and wide he sought them, over sea and shore;
    Foolish is the tale that says he ever found them,
    brought them home in triumph,
    Joys that once escape us fly for evermore."

    Now Apollo did not let Aristæus remain a lost soul in a garden he did not belong and so writes Henry Van Dyke:

    "Till the great Apollo, pitying his shepherd, loosed him from the burden
    Of a dark, reluctant, backward—looking mind."
  19. Moi Kliniger

    Moi Kliniger

    "White Lily Worries"

    In the meadow one white lily
    Stood patiently staring at me.
    Her leftmost petal was chewed
    By a beetle who sought fragrant food.

    The lily asked me politely
    If the marks diminished her beauty.
    She said she wanted to be perfect
    For her honeybee suitor insect.

    She told me her honeybee,
    Was gentle as could really be.
    "He would never sting a man,
    "He's been sweet as nectar since our love began."

    She turned her leaves to the sun,
    "I must eat before he comes,"
    She said as she drank. "Still,
    "He'll notice," remarked the daffodil.

    Hush, I chided, he'll understand.
    It's not her fault where the beetle chose to land
    And take his meal. Not her fault it stole
    He white purity and left these holes.

    Honeybees will buzz no matter,
    Seeking lily's honey to make them fatter.
    The holes on your leftmost petal
    Do not turn you from lily to nettle.

    ~ Unknown
    Moi Kliniger


    Rick Delmonico
    06/08/2017 #5 Rick Delmonico
    #3 Happy Sunday
    Moi Kliniger
    06/08/2017 #3 Anonymous
    Thank you @Rick Delmonico for like, happy Sunday!
    Moi Kliniger
    06/08/2017 #2 Anonymous
    #1 Thank you Liesbeth for like! Have a great weekend 🌼
  20. ProducerKen Boddie

    Ken Boddie

    I Miss You, Little Sister
    I Miss You, Little Sister I miss you, little sister, And though it's been a while, I still can hear your cheeky laugh, And see your winning smile. Looking through my photos, Of my many Yogya stays, You are in so many, Always cheerful. Happy days!Then I heard the news...


    Ken Boddie
    06/08/2017 #20 Ken Boddie
    #17 #18 #19 Thank you for your kind words, @Paul Walters, @Milos Djukic and @Franci🐝Eugenia Hoffman, beBee Brand Ambassador.
    Franci🐝Eugenia Hoffman, beBee Brand Ambassador
    06/08/2017 #19 Franci🐝Eugenia Hoffman, beBee Brand Ambassador
    This is a beautiful tribute to your sister and I am saddened to hear about your loss. My condolences to you and your family @Ken Boddie.
    Milos Djukic
    06/08/2017 #18 Anonymous
    A great person deserves no less: little big sister.
    Paul Walters
    06/08/2017 #17 Paul Walters
    @Ken Boddie Oh Ken... so sorry for your loss
    Ken Boddie
    06/08/2017 #16 Ken Boddie
    #12 #13 #14 #15 Thank you so much, @Susan 🐝 Rooks, the Grammar Goddess, @Kevin Pashuk, @Phil Friedman and @Don 🐝 Kerr for your kind and thoughtful words.
    Don 🐝 Kerr
    05/08/2017 #15 Don 🐝 Kerr
    @Ken Boddie What a lovely tribute Ken. Really sorry for your loss but know you will treasure the memories.
    Phil Friedman
    05/08/2017 #14 Phil Friedman
    Heartfelt condolences for your loss, Ken. It's always hard to lose one so loved. But there is nothing for it, except to remember that what makes the loss so hard is what you had the good fortune to enjoy for a time. And nothing changes that... or the memories.
    Kevin Pashuk
    05/08/2017 #13 Kevin Pashuk
    She sounds like a special person Ken. So sad for your loss.
    Susan 🐝 Rooks, the Grammar Goddess
    05/08/2017 #12 Susan 🐝 Rooks, the Grammar Goddess
    Beautiful and so sad, @Ken Boddie.
    Ken Boddie
    05/08/2017 #11 Ken Boddie
    #6 #7 #8 #9 #10 Many thanks to @Dean Owen, @CityVP Manjit, @Ian Weinberg, @Lada 🏡 Prkic, and @Lisa 🐝 Gallagher. Your words and concern are comforting.
    Lisa 🐝 Gallagher
    05/08/2017 #10 Lisa 🐝 Gallagher
    @Ken Boddie, What a tear jerking moving poem. Such a beautiful tribute to your sister. I'm so sorry you lost her, how long has it been? I believe as you, their spirit of our loved ones does live on and if we are quiet enough, we may even feel their presence, if even in our hearts- no one can take that from us. I can't imagine how much you must miss your sister, deepest condolences.
    Lada 🏡 Prkic
    05/08/2017 #9 Lada 🏡 Prkic
    Dear Ken, so sorry to hear that. Condolences to you and the family. The spirit of our loved ones still lives on in what we do and say.
    Ian Weinberg
    05/08/2017 #8 Ian Weinberg
    Condolences to you and the family @Ken Boddie on your loss. In this connectivity, one loss is everyone's loss.
    CityVP 🐝 Manjit
    05/08/2017 #7 CityVP 🐝 Manjit
    The greatest truth of those whose love has permeated our blood, bones and being is in "When our loved ones slip away, That their spirit still lives on"".

    Ken Boddie you are blessed to have had a relationship like this that soaked through to your soul and the there is no price to that because we cannot call the deep grief and loss we feel that accompanies that, a price. It is called love and your poem tells me that you were blessed in sharing it.

    The winning smile is within you now as you feel this great loss. Condolences to you and thank you for letting us all to share a piece of your heart. In this sharing I hope it comforts some of the great sorrow, for you deserve that, because I think little sis's poem would probably read "One heck of a great brother who shared a life with me that gave me my winning smile".

    Your poem expresses a great love rapped with the sadness of losing someone whose time it should not have been, but sadly life deals us these blows. You have shared a great spirit with us all, and as her spirit now lives on within you, may it comfort this painful moment that you are experiencing, one we all recognize in kind, in the fullness of a poem that honours your little sis.
    Dean Owen
    05/08/2017 #6 Dean Owen
    I don't even know little sis but you hit me emotionally with this one. I wish you and the family many years of joyful memories of little sis in her absence. I am almost wanting to hop on a plane for the wake I feel so connected with you and your family Ken-san.
    Ken Boddie
    05/08/2017 #5 Ken Boddie
    #1 #2 #3 #4 Thank you so much, @Sara Jacobovici, @Gert Scholtz, @Pascal Derrien and @Vincent Andrew for your words of compassion and please excuse my not replying individually.
    Vincent Andrew
    04/08/2017 #4 Vincent Andrew
    @Ken Boddie I am sorry to hear of your loss. The poem is such a beautiful tribute to your sister. My sincere condolences to you and your family.
    Pascal Derrien
    04/08/2017 #3 Pascal Derrien
    Great photo really captures the instant full of banter and joy :-) So sorry for your loss :-( Sending you a virtual ducky :-)
    Gert Scholtz
    04/08/2017 #2 Gert Scholtz
    @Ken Boddie This is a beautiful poem Ken - I am touched. I wish you and your family strength in your bereavement during a most difficult time. Treasure the good memories you have reflected in the poem.
    Sara Jacobovici
    04/08/2017 #1 Sara Jacobovici
    I read this with a broken heart @Ken Boddie. Very sad and so sorry for your loss. Your poem is a wonderful reflection of your sister and your relationship with her. Wishing you all the strength during this difficult time.
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    Moi Kliniger

    Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know,
    Are a substantial world, both pure and good:
    Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood,
    Our pastime and our happiness will grow.

    ~ William Wordsworth
    Moi Kliniger


    Moi Kliniger
    03/08/2017 #2 Anonymous
    ¡Gracias por el ME gusta @@Julio Angel 🐝Lopez Lopez
  22. ProducerRobert Cormack

    Robert Cormack

    Gerda and the Pirates.
    Gerda and the Pirates.From my yet-to-be published children's book "Life As a Bean" Gerda had the pirates over for teaThere was Blackbeard, Bluebeard and Jean LafitteThey sat in the parlor, their hats on their kneesWhile Gerda made crumpets with jam and...


    Dominique 🐝 Petersen
    02/08/2017 #1 Dominique 🐝 Petersen
    Love it!!
  23. Moi Kliniger

    Moi Kliniger

    Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell:
    It fell upon a little western flower,
    Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound,
    And maidens call it love-in-idleness.

    ~ William Shakespeare
    Moi Kliniger
  24. Producer🐝 Fatima G. Williams
    The Daffodils by Wordsworth. To be visible or not to be!
    The Daffodils by Wordsworth. To be visible or not to be!I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And...


    🐝 Fatima G. Williams
    01/08/2017 #13 🐝 Fatima G. Williams
    #12 Your comment brings happiness to me. The article by Mary Jacobus has so much to take away from as well. Thank you Sara. My learning never stops with you all around. I’m blessed.
    Sara Jacobovici
    01/08/2017 #12 Sara Jacobovici
    Dear @🐝 Fatima G. Williams. I am grateful to your mention of me in one of your comments as it brought your buzz to my attention. I am also flattered by your generous words as I find your writing so inspiring and informative. A perfect combination for the right kind of learning. This buzz has provided me with much to take away. Thank you so much for writing and sharing.
    Federico 🐝 Álvarez San Martín
    01/08/2017 #11 Federico 🐝 Álvarez San Martín
    #10 I write a private message to you and we give solution to this.
    🐝 Fatima G. Williams
    01/08/2017 #10 🐝 Fatima G. Williams
    @Federico 🐝 Álvarez San Martínfe Hi Federico hope you're doing great.

    When we tag someone do you see a part of their name appears again at the end of the tag is that a glitch in the app or something looks odd though 😉. Thanks in advance ☺
    🐝 Fatima G. Williams
    01/08/2017 #9 🐝 Fatima G. Williams
    #6 Thank you @Praveen Raj Gullepallipravee 🤗🐝
    🐝 Fatima G. Williams
    01/08/2017 #8 🐝 Fatima G. Williams
    #5 Thank you dear @Ali 🐝 Anani, Brand Ambassador @beBee I would proudly say you and @Sara Jacobovici inspired me to venture in this form of writing and I would like to thank you both for enriching my mind.
    🐝 Fatima G. Williams
    01/08/2017 #7 🐝 Fatima G. Williams
    #4 Thank you @David B. Grinberg for all your support on this beautiful beBee journey we all share. You inspire many of us personally and professionally. Want to go out there and shine like you are.

    I can't wait to start on live buzzes from Dubai. Thanks for the push I'll get them out here soon for everyone to see the side of Dubai that I love alot. #beBeesforever
    Praveen Raj Gullepalli
    01/08/2017 #6 Praveen Raj Gullepalli
    That's a lot of refreshing rain from a lovely cloud! ;)
    Ali 🐝 Anani, Brand Ambassador @beBee
    01/08/2017 #5 Ali 🐝 Anani, Brand Ambassador @beBee
    "But becoming a visible or invisible cloud depends entirely on us".
    You are a visible fractal cloud @🐝 Fatima G. Williams and your cloud rained wisdom, beauty, imagination and great thoughts.
    You are a gifted poet for you fill your poem to the brim with your interesting and matured ideas.
    David B. Grinberg
    01/08/2017 #4 David B. Grinberg
    Fatima, thanks so much for sharing yet another lovely piece of writing which is profound, thought-provoking, motivational and inspirational. What a lovely buzz from a lovely young lady (if you don't mind the compliment). I'm copying our dear friend, @Milos Djukic, per your reference to fractals.
    Also, FYI, I watched some very interesting TV documentaries featuring stunning Dubai with its amazing attractions and super modern architecture. The show even highlighted a spiral shaped high-rise apartment tower which revolves on its own (for the views, I assume). Thus, if you ever have a chance to do a Live Buzz from Dubai that would really BEE awesome -- or any Live Buzz, for that matter, as I'm sure you are very articulate and telegenic behind the camera lens. Just something to consider. Thanks again for brightening our days with your poetic prose and beautiful blogging buzz!
    Moi Kliniger
    31/07/2017 #3 Anonymous
    I love Wordsworth poetry. Beautifully written!
    🐝 Fatima G. Williams
    31/07/2017 #2 🐝 Fatima G. Williams
    #1 Thank you @Geoff Hudson-Searle for taking the time to read and comment.
    Geoff Hudson-Searle
    31/07/2017 #1 Geoff Hudson-Searle
    Beautiful poem Fatima, wonderful blog!
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    Melissa Hefferman
    31/07/2017 #2 Anonymous
    #1 Thank you dear Sara.
    Sara Jacobovici
    31/07/2017 #1 Sara Jacobovici
    Powerful piece@Melissa Hefferman. Thank you for sharing.
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