Saturday, October 29, 2011

Even ants go house shopping

Once a little sugar ant
made up his mind to roam -

to fare away, far away,
far away from home.

He had eaten
all his breakfast,
and had his ma's consent

to see what he
should chance to see
and here's where he went:

From the poem:  The Ant Explorer   By:  C Michael James Dennis

Friday, October 7, 2011

Better be merry!

How long,
how long,
in infinite
Of This and That
endeavour or

Better be merry
with the fruitful
Than sadden after none
or bitter,

Be Merry With the Fruitful Grape
By: Omar Khayyam

Thursday, October 6, 2011


High up
a front of flowers
cascades down
plashing from leaf to leaf
spawning further falls

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

I dew, do you?

     Let your
     on the 
                   of Time
     like dew
              on the
                       of leaf

Rabindranath Tagore

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Blue skies, nothing but blue skies...

Blue skies, Smiling at me
Nothing but blue skies
Do I see
Blue Skies - Irving Berlin

Monday, October 3, 2011

The apple of my eye

Youth is like spring,
an over-praised season
 more remarkable for biting winds
 than genial breezes.
Autumn is the mellower season,
and what we lose in flowers
 we more than gain in fruits.
Samuel Butler


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