Day: June 13, 2015

Ants In The Pantry

Ants all over

creep up well over

the smallest ones I find

tinier than a dot in a kind

seen in a swarm

makes me uncalm

I drive them away

it has been every day

the sugar is clouded with ants

next day they are in the pants

the other day in the loft

the grains are powdered soft

put my grocery out in the sun

they go out to play for fun

return the same evening to my pantry

a trail I undergo in both the countries

one being in the tropical

the other right on the equatorial

regions where insects and reptiles thrive

not in a progression of ones but fives

well, that is the way I am putting up with the ants

always bitten by them while I cry in a rant.

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Eskimo. igloo Poetry reindeer.

It is Greener Over The Other Side.

Post author By meenas17
Post date June 13, 2015
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Living in an igloo

the rustic Eskimo

liked to giggle

in a noisy chuckle

he has his sledge

parked over the iced hedge

the reindeers pull the sledge

off it goes in a speed to the verge

glides through the ice precipice

up and down it goes on the ice

well, it is snow all around him

would he have ever seen the sun?

with its spread of warmth and light

I see them all throughout my days

he sees the snow and its cold

with the darkness in a precipitate

I long to see the snow in its fluffy softness

he would wish to see the Sun in its radiance

that is what one feels about the other

the other side of the land is greener.

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fault Poetry

The Other Side Of Me.

A little away from my surroundings

yet far away from the thoughts

I proceed with my journey

not talking of any of my kin

nor thinking of any din

it is a pull out rather

from the midst of minds not like mine

never shall I claim to be superior

as I know well my faults and slips

I wish to remain anonymous

not much could be said of me

not much of an achiever I am

the only stalk I hold steadfast

is not speak out impudently

if anyone does the same to me

I do not hate them or become indignant

I walk away from them

never to set my eyes on them again

that is my fault and default

I could never change myself

nor I intend to do so.

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