Observe carefully,
Teaching you how to work briskly,
Untiring Ants!
haiku by V.K. Kanniappan
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Observe carefully,
Teaching you how to work briskly,
Butterfly!
haiku by V.K. Kanniappan
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Choose the work for worthy time
The work, linked with profit is not boring.
The work, linked with reward is interesting.
The work, linked with the ego is untiring.
The work, linked with love is inspiring
The work linked with sex is tempting
Other than these, what work you do
amounts to the waste of life.
23.03.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Rational Ants
From the volumes of total strength
A lesson transmitted a whole death;
One mighty foot descended at the attacker,
These ants wore a tiny prison of poison
Wrecking a fortunate end and destiny.
What do these fiends construct?
The ants antagonize and answer
A few rude joys, offering a majesty
Of wealth and learning to the escapees.
This train has journeyed from the lessons
Where teaching asked a question from the heart
And the head was heavy with thoughts of your majesty.
I see volumes of work in the tall buildings,
Bolstering a new set of worshiping places
That descend on the heaving masses
Of this whole rational thinking.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Of Ants and Life
…guess me correct
of ants and life they connect
causing a traffic jam on their trails I cannot forget
of ants as they swam from tree barks to get
a source of existence cannot let
the ants in drought to starve
for food is what they have once collected
and stored;
that which none has never rejected
nor objected
of ants and life
the futuristic species
that know when to pick up the pieces
of anything,
and the guard ants making sure nothing misses
from whence it were piled and stored
of ants and life ‘am never bored
as I observed how they nod
in respect and honor on board
as they pass each other a hustle they accord
of ants and life as they seek to conform
to a life in all its form
if ants can manage their own
why can’t we not of our own?
poem by Onalethuso Petruss Ntema
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Warrior Red-Ants
I crushed some warrior-ants to death,
And wondered what, others would do;
And very promptly, came more ants
To investigate scene of crime!
These ants build nests upon the trees,
By gluing leaves with strange substance;
Their nests look like army barracks,
With sentry-ants guarding smartly!
The dead ants lay all strewn about;
A few of them were moving still;
And very soon, they too lay dead,
Like soldiers killed in battle-field!
The scout ants went from ant to ant,
Perhaps in search of ones alive;
Some went back fast to convey news
About the tragedy they saw!
And very soon, arrived more ants
To check if dead were truly dead;
Somehow, these ants smelt death itself;
They did it so effortlessly!
Each one of them lifted the dead,
By proboscis and sped back home;
Each ant with carcass upon mouth,
Ran back as fast as legs carried.
And in a trice, the dead were cleared;
The scene of crime was clean by now;
The work was finished in moments;
Yes, ants are truly busiest!
Oh, what respect ants show their dead!
How fast they rescue comrades hurt!
They proved they respected their dead;
Do human beings do like-wise?
Copyright by Dr John Celes 5-15-2008
poem by John Celes
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Worker Ants
Worker Ants
Parallel along the path I followed an ant track.
I joined the ants, there were many all carrying
bits of straw so I picked up a piece of dry straw,
and man was it heavy. The other ants laughed
said will get the hang of it in time, soon you’ll
be able to carry two. Maybe four too, I rashly
said. No, that will break your back.
I kept falling behind as I timidly scanned the air
for predatory sparrows and wondered if rabbits
eat ants. Where their track ends by a hole, their
home, I threw my burden to the ground and
jumped back on to my own path. Hard work kills
the soul, and all you get at the end of it is cheap
pocket watch.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Will it, and set to work briskly.
quote by Friedrich Schiller
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Everything that happens happens as it should, and if you observe carefully, you will find this to be so.
quote by Marcus Aurelius
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Carefully
You are free to chose,
that’s why
carefully use every word.
Carefully measure every step,
if you don’t want to be swept.
Carefully do all you’ve conceived.
and…if you want to be believed
and… to achieve your aim
it’s not a shame
to start carefully a new song.
And it doesn’t matter if it is long.
If you carefully do all that
you will never regret.
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Sonnet: Ants Too Are Great
The Ants too serve the Lord in greater ways;
If not for them, who will devour the dead
Of flora, fauna? Nobody them pays;
But that is how they work and get well fed.
They work much more than any human soul;
Their little brains can think a lot of things;
Never-ending, they labor for a goal;
Suff’ring adverse conditions, Nature brings.
What unity exists within the clan!
They worked in unison in disaster;
They are so industrious, much more than man;
For body size, they run even faster.
Man has to learn many lessons from the ants;
They live much satisfied with lesser wants.
poem by John Celes
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Everyone should carefully observe which way his heart draws him, and then choose that way with all his strength.
Before killing the chicken carefully observe the character of your guest.
No Thing Ness
no thing ness and being
being no thing
inanimate
animate
arri ving with a notepad
a pen
to take note
to observe
what in seeing
is unseen
to play an unplayed part
in being
unbeing
arriving with a note pad a pen
'observe the empty chair'
'observe the commuter stare'
the servile mechanical limbs marching to work'
observe a face in the looking glass
a mannequin smiling in a shop window
there are so many ways to be and harder still to equate
a no thing state
negate the role the state the art
playing smart with wikapeadia philosopher's who's
who?
according to sartre ..........
poem by Yvette Smith
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3: 05 A.m.
So what, I am up.
All the people in their little boxes around me everywhere sleeping
Resting up to go to work
Work like the ants
Work like bees and get nothing but a reason to sleep again.
poem by Scott Campbell
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Climbing The Stairs
others have gone there
on the floor
we were once together
on the ground
with the usual beginnings
of hard work
and luck... i observe the rules
they don't
they know something beyond
the rules
the one favored by some
gods
and demigods
they learn the art of chanting
and prayer and
bowing and genuflecting
and offerings
incense and candles and flowers
and praises
i only think of the rules of excellence
like a horse i walk along the streets
briskly and showing mastery
of my route
and agility and grace and
skill of my art
and visions
i climb these stairs
i must be cursed i cannot reach
the second floor
lots of talks and schemes
and tricks
i stay on the ground
surrendering to the dictates
of my own dignity
i get used to this somehow
retaining my own pride
and always
thanking God for what is given
He knows best, I know.
we'll it must be, and now
i don't give a damn.
This ground
is cool.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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It is by teaching that we teach ourselves, by relating that we observe, by affirming that we examine, by showing that we look, by writing that we think, by pumping that we draw water into the well.
quote by Henri Frederic Amiel
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The Red Ants...
The red ants are not red...
They are blacks hired
To mow down their own
Out of sinkholes
Onto pavements
The red ants are not ants...
They are human beings reduced
To machines that bulldoze
Those whose plight they share
For a meal
Note: In the City of Johannesburg, the poor occupying the innercity's delapidated buildings (so-called sinkholes) are forcefully evicted by armies of men in red overalls (popularly known as the red ants) , clearing the buildings as part of the inner city regeneration programme...
poem by Moses Mtileni
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Weeds Choke Growth
I victim of lie
I personified pain.
Choke on pride
swallow;
sum totaled shame.
Work
tormented condition
drift sunk
ruptured insane.
Observe obsequious greed
gathers collateral gain.
Observe hear observe
foul season of drain.
Soul sucking monster;
fed foul bodily maim.
Rule shallow.
Engrossed cretin.
Minion lusting obsession.
Desire driven...
diseased rotten brain.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Not To Judge: The Phenomenon
not to judge
never to educate
or praise
or condemn
or even to philosophize
not to convince
never to substantiate
not to elaborate
but just to carefully see
observe
not even to translate
not to speak
not even to explore
but only to record
about this
phenomenon
to write, that is.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Jumper
standing
the cars look like ants
the wind is harsh up here
it bites through my clothes
chilling me to the bone
rock
hello
i kick you with my toe
falling i loose sight of you
before you hit the ground
thinking back
to why i am up here?
to jump thats right
i am not sad
mearly observant
note
i take you from my pocket
and set you down
so they will read
but they will not understand
sigh
this is where
i should have second thoughts
but i do not
i am not sad
stepping off
i begin to drop
so many things
to observe so
quickly
faces
shocked
confused
most do not see
they watch their tv
lights
become a blur
so beautiful
the stars
and cars
life
goes by before my eyes
but i do not
watch it
i am not sad
but what is this
a tear?
no time to observe
the ground is near
the end is here
rock
hello
yes i kicked you
but i am not sad
for my life is finally over
poem by Zachery Wilcoxson
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