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Three Cute Tiny Angry Ants

Three cute tiny angry ants
All who lived in tiny Paris, France;
They got hungry one day
Went to the barn for hay,
Then climbed into the cow's underpants!

poem by Heather Schroer
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There Once Was A Tiny Girl

there once
was a tiny girl
who grew up
in this world

there once
was a tiny girl
who cried herself to sleep
every night

there once
was a tiny girl
who wore the same dress
every day

there once
was a tiny girl
who wouldn't go out
and play

there once
was a tiny girl
who would bleed and have bruises
from head to toe

there once
was a tiny girl
who begged
daddy, please no more

there once
was a tiny girl
who the angels
heard her prayer
they came down
and took her
to a better place
where that tiny girl
found love
instead of hate

by: crystal sonier
age: 15

poem by Natalia Anna Joelie
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The New Story In Town...

they thought
all of them that no man can ever step on the moon
this is outrageous!
impossible!
they all think
love never blooms in the world of soldier ants
those that are
hungry for themselves

that night there lived a writer
somewhere in those misty hills
i do not know
whether he is talking about himself
or someone else
but it is a fact now
the characters are true
and still alive

they who raised violets in the desert
one moonless night
they put a star
their last hope
that morning
a tiny flower blooms
so tiny
that it escapes the attention of camels
and their riders

from where waters rise into the sky
building a new river
majority of course
despite having drank a glass full
still
do not signify belief
they all claim
we are still asleep...

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Valentine's Day

Oh! I wish I were a tiny browny bird from out the south,
Settled among the alder-holts, and twittering by the stream;
I would put my tiny tail down, and put up my tiny mouth,
And sing my tiny life away in one melodious dream.

I would sing about the blossoms, and the sunshine and the sky,
And the tiny wife I mean to have in such a cosy nest;
And if some one came and shot me dead, why then I could but die,
With my tiny life and tiny song just ended at their best.

poem by Charles Kingsley
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Tiny Drop

Waste of Tiny, Tiny Water Drops.
Always Trigger my Conscious Thoughts.

A Tiny Water Drop can make a Sapling Laugh
Tiny, Tiny water Drops can get you sweet Pod.

Tiny, Tiny Water Drops can make a Plant to Stand
As a Tree, This can give Shelter to a Lot.
Because of Waste of Tiny, Tiny water Drops
Many lives have become short.

So try to save even tiny water Drop, Which will
Get you Heartily Laugh.

poem by Narendra Kuppan
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Little Guns

Tiny people, with little guns
Little armies march, to little drums
What do they want?
What do they want?
Tiny soldiers, with little guns
Little tanks, no bigger than your thumb
They want you
Little people, with tiny brains
Little bullets flowing, in their veins
What do they want?
What do they want?
Tiny people with little guns
Little armies march, to little drums
They want you, you
You, you, you, you
Little airplanes, with tiny bombs
Little squadrons, dropping thimbles of napalm
They want you
What do they want?
What do they want?
Tiny people, with little guns
Little armies march, to little drums
You, you
You, you, you, you
Tiny people, little guns
Tiny people, little guns
Tiny people, little guns

song performed by by Oingo Boingo
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Other

I sit at this tiny table
and wait
as I have before
for you to make
excuses to get
away;
to steal the tiny time
you have with me.

I know I should go,
break away
and leave
but I don't.

I sip my coffee
swirling in the cup
mixing my milk
and your strong brew.

Perhaps one day
there will be a me and you
but today-right now
there is only me.

I feel you at my side
suddenly
your face
comes over me
and once again
there is the peace
you offer
each time we meet.

That is the drug
which overpowers
each time
I
the other woman;
and we
reach across
the tiny table
re-joined
in tiny time
the tiny space
we allow ourselves
to enjoy

rarely,
this other me
that other you.

poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Final Chapter

there's a small fire burning
in the corner of a room
he had not seen
for some time...

the kaleidoscope of tiny breaths'
each one personal and real;
like tiny sparks with names
long forgotten....

the heart is a kingdom
of it's own making and design;
full of the precious now lost
in the howl of the night.

and he stands on the precipice,
angry, tired, bitter....
without choice, without meaning...
and no reason to be.

let there be peace somewhere.
let there be living...
let there be truth, honor, and dignity...
let there be hope.

he closes the door,
and walks to meet an angry God.

poem by Eric Cockrell
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This Is My World That Is Your World

This is my world, small as it is,
It is a planet by itself with very
Small moons, and tiny stars,
And so tiny, you cannot just
See me there, I am hiding,
But I still live here just the same,
Breathing atomic air, and drinking
Molecular waters, so you see,
How tiny I could be, how tiny
I could get, but this is my
Small happy world, my smile
My laughter so tiny, that you
Cannot hear, you cannot feel,

And that is your world as big
As the sun, with comets and
Meteors, and so big and so
Wide, with oceans and rivers,
And continents, and gigantic
Arctics, and snowy lands, and
We are then so different, and
With me, there is no problem,
I, in my small world, can fit
In yours, but you, you cannot
Fit in mine, that we must
Accept, I am a small world,
And you are a space still expanding,
Now, do you understand,
why I hide?
why I shy away from you?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Twenty

This is my world, small as it is,
It is a planet by itself with very
Small moons, and tiny stars,
And so tiny, you cannot just
See me there, I am hiding,
But I still live here just the same,
Breathing atomic air, and drinking
Molecular waters, so you see,
How tiny I could be, how tiny
I could get, but this is my
Small happy world, my smile
My laughter so tiny, that you
Cannot hear, you cannot feel,

And that is your world as big
As the sun, with comets and
Meteors, and so big and so
Wide, with oceans and rivers,
And continents, and gigantic
Arctics, and snowy lands, and
We are then so different, and
With me, there is no problem,
I, in my small world, can fit
In yours, but you, you cannot
Fit in mine, that we must
Accept, I am a small world,
And you are a space still expanding,
Now, do you understand,
why I hide?
why I shy away from you?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Fascination

My little brother crouches down, studying the ground, intently.
His porky legs look cute in their long grey socks and he doesn't
seem to notice I am here.

I creep over beside him to see that which holds his attention.
The ground is alive with ants, little tiny creatures moving in never
ending formation.

We both crouch to watch the ants, studying them, enthralled.
Mother is wondering where we are, calling to us.
"We're watching little men marching, " we reply, giggling

She rushes out, hands dripping with soap suds, pinny wet.
"Men! " she says, in a worried tone. "What men? "
"Ant men" we say. "they're playing soldiers".

poem by Ruth Walters
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Baby Boy

Time Well Spent
See tiny fingers and tiny toes,
Bright baby eyes, cute baby nose;
Hear baby gurgles and baby sighs,
As Mom and Dad sing lullabies.
Life is changed, but that's okay;
It's fun to spend glad hours each day,
Taking time for all the good
That comes along with parenthood

poem by Charlotte Hubbert
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Big and tiny creatures

Big and tiny creatures, are so unique each one,

But they're so amazing each one, out in the noon day sun;

For example, look at the spider, and the web she doth make,

So clever and wonderful, and the time she doth take.

Big and tiny creatures, I am amazed each one I see,

Look at the pigmy possum, trying to hide in a tree;

It's color goes in with the background scene,

But he will cover his steps to hide where he's been.

Big and tiny creatures, do you like the tall giraffe?

To think his neck is so tall, his length is longer than a raft;

Then there's the whale, out in the huge sea,

Moaning and groaning to his mate, amazing do you agree?

Big and tiny creatures, like the tiny crab, or the large hippo,

What about the large elephant, and the tiny ant on the go;

Each one has a job to do, yet both care for their young,

They travel far, travel wide, busy in the hot sun.

Big and tiny creatures, colors some so pretty,

Such as the butterfly, and the flamingo, agree;

Then there is the snakes, and the parrots too,

We should thank God for each one, where thanks is due.

poem by Margaret Haig
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French Teacher

Being in Paris for over
Thirty years, he taught
French to younsters
At sixty five, reminscing
The Eiffel tower, the squares
Of Paris, the promenades
The painters, especially
The beuties, with a smack
Of his old lips, mentioning
Them quite often,
But not mentioning
The life of love he led,
He lived ina old fort like house
Looking after his
Wife and shy daughter,
With thought of france
Where he lived so long,
For company of his oldage.

poem by Ravikiran Arakkal
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Paris, Please Accept Me, As A Human Refugee

paris................
o paris................
Y paris................
the patience, eating the happiness
the pain, eating the patience
and the pain, eating the pain
I AM SICK, paris
treat me, sister
paris................
o paris................
Y paris................
exile, on my papers
restrained, ..
in my lines
so free me, paris
treat me, paris
I BELONG TO YOU, ..
sister
my home, the colours of MONET
my room, is a water flower
my air..
is the scent of FRANCE
and my refuge..
is a place by RENOIR shrine
so take me paris..
as your..
renoirian..
REFUGEE.

poem by Ahmed Khaled
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Crimes Of Paris

I thought it was you and your optimists view of the clock
And how its always another day
Just after twelve oclocks struck
You said now I only want you so I dont have to promise
But tiny children in grown-up clothes whispered all the crimes of paris
Chorus: youre not the girl next-door or a girl from france
Or the cigarette-girl in the sizzle hot-pants
All the words of love seem cruel and crass
When youre tough and transparent as armoured glass
Youre everywhere girl in an everyday mess
Wholl pay for the crimes of paris
I heard that you fell for the hell or to hammersmith blues
In the tiny torn up pieces of his mind hes irresistible too
Now its hard to say now if hes only stupid or smart
When he crawled through the door
And poured out more of his creeping-jesus heart
Chorus
And its all here and now
She hit him with that paper-weight eiffel tower
And I tried to hold on to you but I dont know how
And I find it hard to swallow good advice
Like going down three times to only come up twice
Shes so convenient, hes always stiff as hair-lacquer
Its hard to discover now hes in love with her
It was her way of getting her own back
You never did anything she couldnt do on her own
Youre as good as your word and thats no good to her
Youd better leave that kitten alone
Chorus

song performed by by Elvis Costello
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One tiny sorrow

At the moment of ending
Every lovely meet
One tiny sorrow in my heart
I couldn't kiss that dimple on your cheek

Why every night so beautiful
When the stars twinkle so bright
One tiny sorrow in my heart
Right now, I can't hug you tight

Oh forget these limits
These walls and fences
I feel forgetting this sorrow
And loving you with all my senses

But realizing all the problems
Things we cannot avoid
One tiny sorrow in my heart
Because of which I just cried

I should have been there
As you were always by my side
One tiny sorrow in my heart
Accepting… I wasn't right

I wanna broom away every worry
And bring back the sunshine
One tiny sorrow in the bachelor's heart
Which is asking, “Will you be mine? ”

poem by Abhiraj Rajadhyaksha
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Tiny Angel

golden hair, tiny curls
blue eyes, sparkle
tiny angel laughing
chasing butterflies in the garden
sunshine and shadows
picking flowers, making chains
tiny angel halo
curled up on my lap
sandman coming soon
dreams await you
sleeping angel
sweet smiles, soft kisses
giggles that melt my heart
happy angel
i see your wings
don't fly away
i need you here with me
tiny angel
gone too soon
i miss you

poem by Shadow Princess
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Hypocrisy And Ignorance...

cutie the little chihuahua
lives inside the bath tub
near the music room of
tom,

the whole night the chihuahua
barks asking for
a hot-dog
for supper but cruel tom

listens to rock
and hears nothing about the tiny barks
of the tiny dog,

the following morning
tom gets wild
why his tiny dog died

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Heart is tiny, Hopes are high

Heart is tiny, Hopes are high
On top of the world, wants to fly.

Wants to surf, in mid of the ocean;
Wants to climb, Highest the mountain;
Always willing, to touch the sky.
Heart is tiny, Hopes are high

Wants to shine, like a bright star;
Wants to race in, the worlds' best car;
Lighter as feather, wants to glide.
Heart is tiny, Hopes are high

All things happen, On its commands;
Every thing comes to, When it demands;
Whole beauty of world, wants in eyes.
Heart is tiny, Hopes are high

Better if it does some good deed
Helps the poor and who are in need
Accepts the truth and denies the lies.
Heart is tiny, Hopes are high

- S.D. Tiwari

poem by S.D. Tiwari
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A View

I look down and see small ants
so busy and so diligent
Strange that when I look again
they could be tiny little men.

poem by Ruth Walters
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