“The goal of this session is to come up with some answers. Are we ants or can we hit the ground running and earn out keep.”
“What do you mean, are we ants? If we are to have some guidance and if you want to motivate us, to pump us up for the task, what you say needs to make sense.” He looked her in the eye steadily. This was going to be a walk in the park. The last two trainers broke down rapidly and this one did not look to have the measure of them either. It would be much better if they left them alone in a locked room and just threatened them from a safe distance. Ants indeed. I ants going to jump to that one.
When my brother and I were very young we were going to visit our grandmother. We got out of our car and my brother stepped straight into an anthill. A hundred red ants attacked his feet.
A.
I see the grains in the sand where they see a beach
I see the veins in a leaf growing green
I have a strength they could never know
I work all day and watch my fellow men die
but I can still open my eyes to a world where beauty lies
KLB
They crawled over his body. All of them. For food, perhaps. His eyes, his earlobes, his mouth – they were full of ants.
Hussain Haidry
I don’t have ants in my pants
I don’t have ants in my cupboards
I don’t have ants in my garden
I don’t have ants anywhere
Can one live without ants?
Jessica Macbeth
Ants are to be followed and to be keenly observed , you will find them working relentless, the team work is awesome and the way they work as a unit is of amazing kind of discipline. ha(N)ts off to ants :)
Ants are tiny. They tend to travel in groups, it’s rare you see one alone. They like to come around when you’re having a picnic or sitting under your favorite tree. They are harmless but creepy.
amanda
They were everywhere! We thought the kitchen was clean. But we went to bed last night and today, ants. Ants everywhere. There are dozens of traps and chemicals that one can buy to get rid of them, but right now I kind of just want to burn the house to the ground. Let’s go all ‘scorched earth’ on these little bastards.
So small and efficent two things I’m not. So orgnaised and quick two things I can be. So important in the big scheme of things just like me!
Candice Brittain
They are tiny and black and red. A little known fact is that all the ants in the world weight the same as all the humans in the world. I always manage to stand in red ant hills when visiting the south or living there and get bitten.
Vic
Empire ants workin’ the machine….little legs carrying large burdens for the greater good. Let’s reminisce upon the days when ants were the scoundrels who came and unceremoniously marched into your picnic basket and carted out your favorite sandwiches and pie.
is that all we are? Just tiny ants in a humongous universe? No. We are so much more than that. We are humans with a purpose. We are here for a reason. We are here to change the world and bring people who need love, love, people who need life, life, and people who need joy, joy. We are humans…we are lovers…we are HIS…not ants…<3
Creepy crawly, all through her mouth. she could feel their hard bodies against her tongue, slipping down her throat, blocking her air ways. They dug under her skin, skittered across her eyes, eyes that she couldn’t close.
climbing up up up
some in line
in unison
going down down down
building carrying marching
scurrying at the sound of the
anteater olympics
the best parties are to be had
when they all dance together
ashley atoms
There’s a line of ants marching down her tanned leg, up her knee and down her shin, off near her ankle. She sits in the sun and watches them, making sure they don’t make a move to start climbing up under the skirt of her sundress, and thinks that she has never been so happy as she is right now, alone except for the ants.
Katie
there is a stinging beneath my skin like a thousand ants eating away at my flesh from the inside-out, crawling and feeling and desperate to pour out my mouth and eyes and ears and i keep thinking to myself, i won’t be able to stop them.
Worker colony. Ferrying comestibles back and forth. in rows, two by two, one by one. Always working, crawling, feeding, scuttling. complexity and organization is found in these simply efficient creatures.
ants are ants . little creatures that crawl up and down the wall.sometimes they bite .sometimes it stings. so one has to be very very careful around them. they are so cute though. tiny little funny looking things !
Esha
Ants are small funny creatures
they find there way around streets and sweepers
they carry big loads
and never complain,
they help their friends
and some can burn you
Jillian Garner
ants are crawling up my leg and into my eyes and ears and i cant see and theyre just there and i dont know why and they wont go away and they never have gone away even when i wanted them to and there just…. just… there. always. and forever. its painful and awful and sad and i want them to go away but they wont and they never will and i know it, too, and thats the worst of it all – that i know, that i see it and recognize it and know it. know that nothing i can do or have ever done or ever will do will change that. not ever.
ddKier
Ants. So small and nieve. They never know they will get burned to death.. or smashed for fun. Kind of like the hearts of the innocent.. We knew we would fall in love, but never knew our hearts would get smashed, and we would only burned.
Aubrey Penrod
“Ants?”
“No, like, well, wait, I guess. I don’t know. Hey!”
“That’s not a straight answer, Andy.” Her accent deepened. She leaned over the patio railing and squinted down at the sand he poured out from the child’s toy wagon. “Looks innocent enough.”
Stay right where you are, he warned. I kept my distance; no more trudging walking forward. My hands held behind my head and my bare-feet on the hot asphalt. Fire ants crawled on my toes and their sting was as scorching at the sun.
Mandibles clicked in anticipation. The rational part of me told me not to scream, not to be afraid. They were only ants, after all. Still, they had no business being that size. One was so close that I could see the fine sensory hairs sprouting through the chinks in its hard carapice, vacant compound eyes reflecting a multitude of images of my pale face. The sound of multiple feet scrabbling on the hardwood floor announced the arrival of more of the creatures. I watched antennae flick with excitement in my direction and waited, knowing this was it. What a horrible way to die, overtaken my oversized ants in my own home.
Still, I couldn’t help but wonder why they hadn’t already acted on their efficient impluses and grabbed me in order to start dragging me off to their hive. At least, that was until the horrible realization hit: they were waiting for the queen to arrive.
Uninvited guests
Who won’t leave
They just bring their friends
Many more friends
They have found your picnic
They have found your sugar bowl
Invading
Multiplying
Annoying
Ants
Eliza
Ants were all over the kitchen. They crawled up the drain and in through the window and they were everywhere. They had a distinctive odor and and they would crawl into the leftovers and into the sink and over the cake and the cookies. They made it impossible to eat any of these things – not that they were bad but they smelled yucky.
J O'Neill
Ants
Wow, again, a 5 year old memory. What is it with the childhood stuff popping straight to mind? I guess that’s when I thought about ants. Now, not so much. Red ants and black ants. And ant hills… and ant farms!
Have you see the ant farms with the blue stuff? The blue gel? That seems wrong to me. I know they’re considered to be “Just ants” by people, but still… that can’t be healthy. It seems mean.
Noisy Quiet
The ants go marching one by one
Picnics
Summer
Like a freeway in my kitchen
Going both ways
Peppermint oil
Goodbye
Eliza
the ants kept coming. like an invading army. purposeful and with an air of vengence. how could I outrun them? by virtue of their size, they can invade every space & orifiace of my reality.
Susan
A never-ending parade
People going by
Watching from afar
I saw from my place
High in the sky
They laughed and they sang
And I whispered my thoughts
Oh how they looked
So much like
Ants
They ticked, and climbed.
There was no end
They crawled and they squirmed
And there was no end
I cried for mercy
They just kept coming
And there was no end
Daphne
And its black gooey tendrils run up your side as you sleep, and in your otherwise-comfortable slumber soft pricks rouse you, and pincers pinch, and you await, unfairly stuck in the terror the borderlands; that bloodcurdling moment from the sickly world of fantasy to your ant ridden existence, staring outwards and not seeing, but only feeling them crawl.
The world will forever have ants. They are invincible…just like vikings…Ta-Ta!
LalaWordsmith
Ants.
Ants in the kitchen.
Ants in my sugar.
Ants. Ants. Ants.
Tasha
Did I always stop to watch the ants? As long as I can remember, yes. They’d come out in waves in the summer, waging wars on the crooked sidewalk that split my backyard in two.
I don’t like ants. I always stepped on them as a kid, and my mom would get upset with me. She said ants worked hard to build their environments, and would never bite me. I stopped killing them after a while, but once in a while I would step on one just for the hell of it.
Eileen
tiny crawling critters of the world, not thought of very ofton, but very much alive and there crawling underneath our sensitive toes. twerking their antennas up and down, searching the world around them blindly and courageously, in a way their small mindedness is enviable in the way that they dont have the fear that most live with.
Taylor
ants are the most social critters in the world. i read an article about how amusing they are to scientist with the way they relate to each other. even better than humans they’ve organized their colonies and they would do anything for each other, although its a very communistic community they are very well off.
“The goal of this session is to come up with some answers. Are we ants or can we hit the ground running and earn out keep.”
“What do you mean, are we ants? If we are to have some guidance and if you want to motivate us, to pump us up for the task, what you say needs to make sense.” He looked her in the eye steadily. This was going to be a walk in the park. The last two trainers broke down rapidly and this one did not look to have the measure of them either. It would be much better if they left them alone in a locked room and just threatened them from a safe distance. Ants indeed. I ants going to jump to that one.
When my brother and I were very young we were going to visit our grandmother. We got out of our car and my brother stepped straight into an anthill. A hundred red ants attacked his feet.
I see the grains in the sand where they see a beach
I see the veins in a leaf growing green
I have a strength they could never know
I work all day and watch my fellow men die
but I can still open my eyes to a world where beauty lies
They crawled over his body. All of them. For food, perhaps. His eyes, his earlobes, his mouth – they were full of ants.
I don’t have ants in my pants
I don’t have ants in my cupboards
I don’t have ants in my garden
I don’t have ants anywhere
Can one live without ants?
Ants are to be followed and to be keenly observed , you will find them working relentless, the team work is awesome and the way they work as a unit is of amazing kind of discipline. ha(N)ts off to ants :)
Ants are tiny. They tend to travel in groups, it’s rare you see one alone. They like to come around when you’re having a picnic or sitting under your favorite tree. They are harmless but creepy.
They were everywhere! We thought the kitchen was clean. But we went to bed last night and today, ants. Ants everywhere. There are dozens of traps and chemicals that one can buy to get rid of them, but right now I kind of just want to burn the house to the ground. Let’s go all ‘scorched earth’ on these little bastards.
So small and efficent two things I’m not. So orgnaised and quick two things I can be. So important in the big scheme of things just like me!
They are tiny and black and red. A little known fact is that all the ants in the world weight the same as all the humans in the world. I always manage to stand in red ant hills when visiting the south or living there and get bitten.
Empire ants workin’ the machine….little legs carrying large burdens for the greater good. Let’s reminisce upon the days when ants were the scoundrels who came and unceremoniously marched into your picnic basket and carted out your favorite sandwiches and pie.
is that all we are? Just tiny ants in a humongous universe? No. We are so much more than that. We are humans with a purpose. We are here for a reason. We are here to change the world and bring people who need love, love, people who need life, life, and people who need joy, joy. We are humans…we are lovers…we are HIS…not ants…<3
Creepy crawly, all through her mouth. she could feel their hard bodies against her tongue, slipping down her throat, blocking her air ways. They dug under her skin, skittered across her eyes, eyes that she couldn’t close.
climbing up up up
some in line
in unison
going down down down
building carrying marching
scurrying at the sound of the
anteater olympics
the best parties are to be had
when they all dance together
There’s a line of ants marching down her tanned leg, up her knee and down her shin, off near her ankle. She sits in the sun and watches them, making sure they don’t make a move to start climbing up under the skirt of her sundress, and thinks that she has never been so happy as she is right now, alone except for the ants.
there is a stinging beneath my skin like a thousand ants eating away at my flesh from the inside-out, crawling and feeling and desperate to pour out my mouth and eyes and ears and i keep thinking to myself, i won’t be able to stop them.
Worker colony. Ferrying comestibles back and forth. in rows, two by two, one by one. Always working, crawling, feeding, scuttling. complexity and organization is found in these simply efficient creatures.
ants in my pants
ants marching
aunts and uncles
red ants
fire ants
a bug’s life
flick
ants are ants . little creatures that crawl up and down the wall.sometimes they bite .sometimes it stings. so one has to be very very careful around them. they are so cute though. tiny little funny looking things !
Ants are small funny creatures
they find there way around streets and sweepers
they carry big loads
and never complain,
they help their friends
and some can burn you
ants are crawling up my leg and into my eyes and ears and i cant see and theyre just there and i dont know why and they wont go away and they never have gone away even when i wanted them to and there just…. just… there. always. and forever. its painful and awful and sad and i want them to go away but they wont and they never will and i know it, too, and thats the worst of it all – that i know, that i see it and recognize it and know it. know that nothing i can do or have ever done or ever will do will change that. not ever.
Ants. So small and nieve. They never know they will get burned to death.. or smashed for fun. Kind of like the hearts of the innocent.. We knew we would fall in love, but never knew our hearts would get smashed, and we would only burned.
“Ants?”
“No, like, well, wait, I guess. I don’t know. Hey!”
“That’s not a straight answer, Andy.” Her accent deepened. She leaned over the patio railing and squinted down at the sand he poured out from the child’s toy wagon. “Looks innocent enough.”
“Everything looks innocent enough. It’s always innocent.”
“You’re arguing with sand now?” She sighed and rolled her eyed. “Will you never learn?”
“Learn what?”
But she was gone already–as usual.
Stay right where you are, he warned. I kept my distance; no more trudging walking forward. My hands held behind my head and my bare-feet on the hot asphalt. Fire ants crawled on my toes and their sting was as scorching at the sun.
Mandibles clicked in anticipation. The rational part of me told me not to scream, not to be afraid. They were only ants, after all. Still, they had no business being that size. One was so close that I could see the fine sensory hairs sprouting through the chinks in its hard carapice, vacant compound eyes reflecting a multitude of images of my pale face. The sound of multiple feet scrabbling on the hardwood floor announced the arrival of more of the creatures. I watched antennae flick with excitement in my direction and waited, knowing this was it. What a horrible way to die, overtaken my oversized ants in my own home.
Still, I couldn’t help but wonder why they hadn’t already acted on their efficient impluses and grabbed me in order to start dragging me off to their hive. At least, that was until the horrible realization hit: they were waiting for the queen to arrive.
ants going up hills and down…down into the tunnel…down to where the queen ant lies waiting…
Uninvited guests
Who won’t leave
They just bring their friends
Many more friends
They have found your picnic
They have found your sugar bowl
Invading
Multiplying
Annoying
Ants
Ants were all over the kitchen. They crawled up the drain and in through the window and they were everywhere. They had a distinctive odor and and they would crawl into the leftovers and into the sink and over the cake and the cookies. They made it impossible to eat any of these things – not that they were bad but they smelled yucky.
Ants
Wow, again, a 5 year old memory. What is it with the childhood stuff popping straight to mind? I guess that’s when I thought about ants. Now, not so much. Red ants and black ants. And ant hills… and ant farms!
Have you see the ant farms with the blue stuff? The blue gel? That seems wrong to me. I know they’re considered to be “Just ants” by people, but still… that can’t be healthy. It seems mean.
The ants go marching one by one
Picnics
Summer
Like a freeway in my kitchen
Going both ways
Peppermint oil
Goodbye
the ants kept coming. like an invading army. purposeful and with an air of vengence. how could I outrun them? by virtue of their size, they can invade every space & orifiace of my reality.
A never-ending parade
People going by
Watching from afar
I saw from my place
High in the sky
They laughed and they sang
And I whispered my thoughts
Oh how they looked
So much like
Ants
They ticked, and climbed.
There was no end
They crawled and they squirmed
And there was no end
I cried for mercy
They just kept coming
And there was no end
And its black gooey tendrils run up your side as you sleep, and in your otherwise-comfortable slumber soft pricks rouse you, and pincers pinch, and you await, unfairly stuck in the terror the borderlands; that bloodcurdling moment from the sickly world of fantasy to your ant ridden existence, staring outwards and not seeing, but only feeling them crawl.
The world will forever have ants. They are invincible…just like vikings…Ta-Ta!
Ants.
Ants in the kitchen.
Ants in my sugar.
Ants. Ants. Ants.
Did I always stop to watch the ants? As long as I can remember, yes. They’d come out in waves in the summer, waging wars on the crooked sidewalk that split my backyard in two.
I don’t like ants. I always stepped on them as a kid, and my mom would get upset with me. She said ants worked hard to build their environments, and would never bite me. I stopped killing them after a while, but once in a while I would step on one just for the hell of it.
tiny crawling critters of the world, not thought of very ofton, but very much alive and there crawling underneath our sensitive toes. twerking their antennas up and down, searching the world around them blindly and courageously, in a way their small mindedness is enviable in the way that they dont have the fear that most live with.
ants are the most social critters in the world. i read an article about how amusing they are to scientist with the way they relate to each other. even better than humans they’ve organized their colonies and they would do anything for each other, although its a very communistic community they are very well off.