Long Ant Poems
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Tiny and trembling,
the ant on its leaf-raft,
each ripples a new world....
The rush of the current,
and the stillness of the leaf,
are not the same...
The panic of separation,
and that haunting feeling,
of a colony left behind...
The vastness of the river,
and unknown horizons?
And home so distant now....
The quiver of antennae,
sensing unfamiliar scents,
carried on the breeze...
That fleeting security,
six legs gripping tight,
on this fragile green island...
Whatever the journey's end,
uncertainty reigns supreme,
and the weight of insignificance,
may often overwhelm,
in this unplanned adventure...
Survival is also sometimes,
a silent prayer,
that the universe might hear.
There once was a little mighty ant
Who was extravagant and arrogant
Known to be exorbitantly militant
She was so combatant and petulant
They nicknamed her My Commandant
One day she came across an elephant
Elegant and obviously dominant
She started on her typical rant
Then stopped and decided to recant
Both agreed it was all very insignificant
They chatted, it turned out the elephant
Was actually the ant's aunt
Suddenly the intolerant ant
Has become cheerful and exuberant
And now routinely breaks out in chant
Read on air by invitation ~ May 26, 2020 'WORDS & MUSIC'
AP: 2nd place 2020, Honorable Mention 2020
The Beauty and the Beast
Young Belle, with a heart full of grace,
Found love in a beastly embrace;
Though his looks were quite grim
She saw beyond the whim
And found kindness in his rough face.
The Ant and the Grasshopper
A busy ant, very earnest and keen,
Stored food for winter, a diligent scene;
A grasshopper just played,
No thought in its mind stayed
And had to shiver when frost was so mean.
Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs
Young Snow White, with a skin like the frost,
By her stepmother's envy was tossed;
With seven little men
She lived safe in their den
Till a kiss saved her from being lost.
Cinderella
Young Cinderella, with eyes so bright,
Dreamt of a wonderful princely night;
With a fairy's soft spell,
At grand ball she did well,
Then by midnight her slipper did stray.
Hansel and Gretel
Young Hansel and Gretel, in forest lost,
By wicked witch in her oven were tossed;
With a push and a shove
And a heavenly stove,
They escaped, though it came at a high cost.
The Bird and the Whale
A swift little bird, Fable by name,
Felt the expansive ocean's great fame;
Dozing on a whale`s back,
Was awakened, aback:
The whale whispered, "Your world is not lame."
The evil ant bit my foot
stung so bad in pain,
Squeezed the bite
Head felt light
Though really can’t complain…
It spared my life
I carried on
Hence here I live to tell-
The evil ant bit my foot;
Made me feel unwell!
Am glad the evil ant ran off;
so I could treat my wound,
Squeezed around it very hard
Swear words ‘someone’ tuned.
Thank heavens I survived it;
you know- the bite from hell?!
The evil ant bit my foot;
Then it waved farewell !
Good riddance evil devil ant
Good riddance with a hop.
Still throbbing comes and goes with ache,
Just now my foot went flop.
Perhaps you were a cross breed,
A spider, wasp and snake.
Perhaps you waited, instigated
Planned to make me shake.
It’s OK now, I’ll be alright,
Times past.. shrank inflammation .
Oh dear a giant evil ant,
Wait, that’s hallucination.
Poisoned me that evil ant,
Toxic shock and trauma.
Someone call the hospital,
Before I am a goner.
‘The evil ant bit my foot’ to doctor I complained
‘We’ll fix that, we’ll chop it off’
Then there was no pain.
Handicapped Ant
Five legged ant walks awkwardly into obstacles
Around rocks, gravel, while stumbling to the field
Peculiar, odd, not in a normal way by any stretch
Strangely staggering, maneuvering, seeking incognito
Ant is challenged by its height as well, for being small
It does not like large creatures wearing shoes
Iron boots are too much for insects on or off the path
There is no protection in the grass from giants
Tornadoes frighten ants and the handicapped
They can not stand the meteors that land near by
Or ones that hit them directly, well
It does not matter when impacted dead
All ants simply want to go to work
Use all six legs to get through the day
Eat some leaves, not have to think or worry
Raise their young, be left alone, then die
The five legged handicapped ant can't run so fast
It leans to the left when meandering in the grass
Avoids humans at all cost
They make fun of it and how it walks
The ant colony
In constant motion.
Each moving part has a duty,
has a job to do.
Sacrificing on the altar
of family, of society,
of community, and civilization.
Diligently striving
For a better life, a better world.
Not being an intricate part of this
beautiful industry,
this dance of building and creating,
Would offer little reward.
Peace
comes at the end of a long day,
Knowing you have done
your duty to the
utmost of your ability,
And trusting those
around you to do
The same.
The human body
Each member an intricate piece
of the whole.
The head being Christ,
is the Holy Spirit the heart?
We all play an important part!
The work we do
Although at times stressful,
brings about good in this
Dark world.
So that, the effort is full
Of reward!
There is good stress and bad stress.
The difference is what motivates
Us to do good,
Or to do nothing,
Feeling too overwhelmed
Because we've forgotten
Our yoke mate is
Infallible and unbreakable!
On one sultry August day
In a clearing in the woods
Within a long delay
for salvaged auto goods
Amid decaying vans, under glaring sun
High above one ant, homebound, on the run...
Along a rugged trail
of micro hill and dale
Between pebbles and sprigs
Over shards and twigs
For seconds brief, beneath a leaf
‘Round a rock, willy nilly
Root outcrop, dilly dally;
Up the maple, fast
With head-on-haul in grasp
In and out of bark
Inside crevice, dark
Astride the edge, at last
Across a lichen patch
Behind broad leaves of dark green hue —
To my chagrin, beyond my view;
Out from under the shade
Into the open glade
Within the reflective collage
of glinting metals and shards
Beneath the tranquil sky — recharged!
There was a young Aussie called Billy
An ant attached and bit the end of his willy
made him holler and dance
all these ants invaded his pants
His swearing and cursing for miles was heard very shrilly
She began to twist in contortion
Her legs now a state misproportion
her neck it did crack
she fell out of her sack
Now moves about with much caution
Every morning took off for a jog
One day got stuck in a bog
how does one now get out
for help a desperate shout
Eventually hopped out transformed here as a bullfrog
A young man supplied equipment for sport
To a local nearby family squash court
a girl a mis-hit on one of his balls
to the floor with much laughter she falls
In pain he declares this squash game with danger is fraught
A demure young lassie called Jilly
Owned a beautiful black and white filly
The last ride was a farce
horse bucked Jilly's flat on her ass
In a landscape that's rocky and hilly
Then a long came Billy the Bonk
A left hook had injured his conk
in bed with another man's wife
took off for the flight of his life
All the geese in observance let out a boisterous honk
A blonde affectionately known as Annie
Her desire for love is uncanny
all her clothes she did shed
too much time in her bed
She's now known as overworked Fanny
footnote Sack a colloquial term for bed in Australia
You humans walk about with ease
With no care nor mere concern
Where every step could maim or kill
And pilage upon return
Whether consciously or unaware
Your ignorance is noted
Oblivious to basic laws of motion
Where walking equates to floating
You boast of sciences and their order
Superior to all that lives then!
Yet upon much closers inspection
You thieve progress from our nests
What you do not know is undiscovered
As If it was always concealed in view
But your vanity and arrogance
Made what was plain seem undiscovered
Education is the key THEY SAID
And so observe wat more to learn
We have no formal education
Yet it is our knowledge that you yearn
Our cities require no government
Nor our storehouses a cooler
Our population knows no census
Yet all sleep with full-cropped bellies
Our currency of order requires neither rates nor taxes
Prepared for every season our larder is stocked by and far
How sexist can we be when our monarch is always a Queen?
Is not discrimination amongst ourselves what stunts unity and progression!
Tiniest of all beings yet the most enthusiastic workers
About from the ascension of Our Lady till the chill that summoms phantism
Our industriousness is favoured such as the work ethic we possess
Watch, carefully observe, learn from us and you will prosper
Imagine what we could do if we were you with all this knowledge
We'd bring order to the world and calm to all chaos
Maybe now you know to lose the botox that stiffens up your necks
Look down more timeously and remember we too are beings
Looking out through my kitchen window, missing you in solitude,
I clean that window once more for tomorrow.
Waiting for you again, to soothe my own pain before yours,
Someone begs for food picked up from the street,
While I beg for ingredients for a new meal in the kitchen.
The world splits into two fork-roads,
Collapsing like a stack of dominoes.
One toward the wetland's stream,
Another toward the river,
We dance to the tune of the architects built by the pyramids.
Like a monarch dreaming of rising through the ranks here and there,
We all shine like blades of grass, yet eventually one side collapses,
Just like a single rose being plucked by someone.
As if all of us step on solid ground, stand up and rise again,
Building our castle walls within and reinforcing them once more,
Yet watching the walls crumble in the flood,
The one who builds yet another wall upon those ruins drinks wine.
We all hold each other's dreams, yet eventually reveal their hollow shells.
One falls into ruin, while another builds a sturdy castle upon that ruin.
Yet we all came forth for love,
Even if an ant builds its own ant wall,
It collapses in the rain, only to build the wall again.
Within that dream,
Though a monarch builds dreams inside those castle walls,
Welcoming the rain, he drinks wine once more from those walls.