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Bee in my safe... the little saga of Little Johnny
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Bee in my safe... the little saga of Little Johnny |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium 
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The Bee in My Safe Little Johnny was a funny bloke, A cute zestful bloke was he; Using young fingers to stroke, His hair while he sat by me. Every evening we would meet, Beneath the same mulberry tree; To watch evening shadows fleet, And tell each other merry stories. This is the tale of that young boy, Who went on to became a gentleman; A handsome gentleman, full of joy, To me he remained the bee in a can. One such evening under the same tree, Johnny came bustling, holding a toy; Chuckling with face aglow, full of glee, Sharing the fun I'd become a boy. An aeroplane it was, called it I-Fly, His toy he'd designed to fly very high; To be its pilot, he wished to see it fly, Thro' white clouds into deep blue skies; This is a story of that young boy, Who wanted to become a pilot; He did fly high, ever full of joy, But he stayed the bee in my hut. Full of energy and filled with hope, Saw with rapt attention the flight; His toy flew high, held by a rope, Until it came down in fading light. But Johnny smiled even in its fall, For he was happy, ever full of joy; He said he'd learnt a lesson tall, Spirits alone won't make a plane buoy. This is a story of that young boy, Who had then learnt a lesson wise; He did fly high, as ever full of joy, But he stayed the bee in disguise. Another summer evening we met, Beneath the same mulberry tree; In his palms I saw a butterfly - I bet, To my surprise, he then set it free; He watched the scene with delight, Full of energy, as ever full of joy; Bemusedly saw the butterfly's flight, Amusedly smiled at her freedom's joy. This is a story of that young boy, Who had then seen freedom's glee; He did fly high, as ever full of joy, But he stayed the bee trying to flee; Barely sixteen when I saw him wail, Beneath the same mulberry tree; He told me his tearful love-lost tale, And I shed tears noting life's decree. Lamenting the lost chance of love, He smiled at the quirk of his fate; Full of energy still, he made a vow, Never to give in to the twist of fate. This is a story of that young boy, Who had then made a wise choice; He did fly high, as ever full of joy, But he stayed the bee in disguise. Many years later we met again, Beneath the same mulberry tree; In his palms was a shiny key chain, Aglow with pride, he told his story. He told me he'd learned to fly, And that his wish was fulfilled; He talked about the deep blue sky, His respect for me he revealed; This is a story of that young boy, Who had then fulfilled his desire; He did fly high, as ever full of joy, But he stayed the bee in my choir; Today a breeze took me there, Beneath the old mulberry tree; My memories of the joy-filled air, Prompted eyes to set tears free. I remember his fingers stroke his hair, I remember that he never had a wife; Yet he had said life was never unfair, Gave joy and energy with some strife. This was the story of that young boy, Who had now stepped into his grave; He had flown high, always full of joy, But he remains the bee in my safe. ~< !signature--> Death, be not proud, though some have called thee, Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; - John Donne [This message has been edited by Sudhir Iyer (edited 07-27-2000).] |
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Meadowmuse Member Elite
since 1999-12-27
Posts 3263 |
Sudhir, what a touching, bittersweet tale, my friend. I admire so much your ability to draw the reader into your verses ~ into their meanings, and not simply their words. Thank you. ~ Claire Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other's eyes for an instant?......Henry David Thoreau |
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Mark Bohannan Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-21
Posts 7269In the winds of Cherokee song |
I'm with Claire. You know what a fan of yours I am. This is no exception as once again you have captured one of the meanings of life and shown us the depth of your friendship. |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
Claire, I am honoured by your words of appreciation... I feel the admiration is mutual... Thanks Mark, This time I just tried to pen a simple story... I guess I had to link some meanings by the sheer nature of my existence... Thanks for your read and for being so appreciative... regards, sudhir |
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Jacman Member
since 2000-06-27
Posts 291Dwight Il, US |
Sudhir, I don't know what to say at this moment. I just hope someday I can put something togethor as well as you. Jason |
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ma miller Senior Member
since 2000-07-11
Posts 806 |
what a delightful sage, Sudhir ... hats off to you again ... well done. |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
Wonderful story... I thoroughly enjoyed! |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
Jason, You are a poet in your own right and I am no yardstick to measure up to... However, many thanks for reading and sharing your feeling of appreciation... your kind words are held close to my heart... MA Miller, Your hats are hats worth a million... thanks suthern, Thanks for reading... I am glad that you enjoyed regards to all, sudhir |
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Bill Charles Member Patricius
since 2000-07-11
Posts 10619highways, & byways, for now |
Sudhir Iyer, You got me with this one, very nice, well versed, and one heck of a tale you have written. |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Sudhir--A wonderful story, full of the wonder of friendship very well told. |
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Lone Wolf Member Ascendant
since 2000-03-16
Posts 5842Lansing, MI USA |
Sudhir, You have captivated me with your tale of wonderful and true friendship. Such beautiful writing and images....I see the tree....the boy....the scene is perfect my friend. Excellent writing here. I really enjoy your work.  Lone Wolf Poetry should surprise by fine excess...it should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts and appear almost a remembrance. -J.Keats |
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Balladeer
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Sudhir, the simplicity is the beauty of this poem. Nothing fancy......just life. I love it.... |
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BSC
Moderator
Member Elite
since 2000-02-04
Posts 2919New York, USA |
A wonderful story of friendship Sudhir, terrific read. Bonnie |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
Bill, Thanks for coming in... and your kind words Martie, Your kind words are so moving... Thanks Lone Wolf, Thanks a great deal for all your appreciative words I have always received... Balladeer, You liked this - the thought makes me extremely happy... Thanks Bonnie, Thanks a lot for your lovely response... My regards to all, sudhir |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
This, then, is the story that I would hear 'round a campfire, told by the oldest of old with the grayest of grey hair...a lesson on life, to be all that one can be, to give and to live, to be joyous because joy can be so easily won, if one wants joy...this then is the story I see Sudhir tell, a young man, with an old soul. Thank you Sudhir, for a captivating tale... |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
I guess that the story has now been completely told with the addition of a most wonderful summary... Thanks a lot Karilea...  old soul, eh?  being wise is sometimes nice  Many regards, sudhir [This message has been edited by Sudhir Iyer (edited 07-28-2000).] |
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Toddles Member
since 2000-07-24
Posts 396New Orleans, Louisiana |
Sudhir: I just wanted to let you know how much I enjoyed this story-poem! |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
Thanks a lot Toddles... I am extremely glad that you enjoyed this one... regards, sudhir |
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Butterflies_dont_cry Member Elite
since 2000-03-06
Posts 3733Michigan |
Wow Sudhir...you know how to weave a story into a poem! I enjoyed this one...with a tear, I loved the butterfly part especially .....great work!!! |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Sudhir~ What a simplistic tale - believably told just the way we live our lives. 'Today a breeze took me there, Beneath the old mulberry tree; My memories of the joy-filled air, Prompted eyes to set tears free.' Talent, my friend ... it knows your name well ! ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
butterflies~ maybe I planted the butterfly part there just to et your attention and if possible Janet's too since she always says Butterflies are meant to be free.... just kidding, thanks a lot for coming in on this one... Marge, that is one huge morale-booster ... thanks a lot from the depths of my heart.. regards to you all, sudhir |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
wow Sudhir another wonderfully penned tale, beautifully written with such tenderness. "I am melancholy, flower cutting through stone" manic street preachers |
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Paula Finn Member Ascendant
since 2000-06-17
Posts 5546missouri |
what a wonderful story of friendship and trust you have written here. never say never |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
brian, ever so appreciative.... thanks a great deal... Paula, Thanks a lot for reading and for your kind words... regards, sudhir |
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Kit McCallum
Administrator
Member Laureate
since 2000-04-30
Posts 14774Ontario, Canada |
Such a beautifully tender tale you've woven Sudhir! It flew directly into my heart! Best wishes, /Kit |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
Thanks Kit for the kind words... regards, sudhir |
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