Time Ant Poems

What if mind over matter became reality?
This would reverse the polarity,
of mind and matter duality, and their relationship as lovers.
The mind would become the vessel...

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In the hive, she is so well attended -
thousands of workers, all pleased to toil,
hundreds of soldiers keep her defended,
all for her, and her palace...

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I know your fastest movement
You're social; you live in groups
In hard work your time you spend
In Concord, you move in troops...!

I cannot, yet, fully grasp
Why...

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Late April and only
coltsfoot—Tussilago farfara—breaking leaf litter.
Our daffodils, peonies and crocuses
are also making signs.

April is the cruelest month, I forget why.
A sweet slow Spring
no sudden...

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Isn't it curious how we cling so fast to fantasy
preferring fiction over reality
people more likely to recall the smallest details
of the last few films they...

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Once upon a time, 
an ant who had long made his home at the root of a tree 
asked to be assigned to work among...

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Little ant, you are invited to rest here
on the back of my hand.
You’re invited to think about time with me.
I am always thinking about time,
all...

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Emperor dragonfly had a ball
Stag beetle came big and tall
Water springtail brought housefly date
Common cockroach came without a mate

Eyed hawkmoth arrived in style
Caught ladybug’s winsome...

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She was expecting a moth or a housefly.
Her cobweb had taken her all day
but she didn't know what days were
all she knew was hunger.
Flying insects...

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When I was a young child I studied ants 
I loved their formation on ground and plants.
Like tiny soldiers lined, disciplined well,
They worked hard all...

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I once sat and observed the movements of an ant as he moved across my bathroom floor. He was headed in one direction, and for...

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like the soldier ant
keep moving 
yes keep moving
if we must die 
we must live before
keep moving don't 
move in fear
march on who 
ever you are
...

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Bugged off by a minor trouble on a dreary Saturday,
I was stomping my foot and punching things as life didn’t go my way.
Ahead of me...

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Some Americans Ain't At Their Best!

Sitting here hanging around on earth,
God, I want to tell men about his birth,
their sins to you they must confess.
But...

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A fly and ant, upon a sunny bank,
Discuss'd the question of their rank.
'O Jupiter!' the former said,
'Can love of self so turn the head,
That one...

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