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Polar Feb 2016
"Come and look me in the eye"

Said the spider to the fly.

"Look what wonderous webs I weave,

Beauty in patterns,

Set to deceive.

I'll wrap you up nice and tight

With you I think I've found delight.

I'll cling to you and you'll feel glued,

Problem is

You'll be my food."
Polar Feb 2016
Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others,
even to the dull and ignorant; they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter,
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals,
and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be.
And whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life,
keep peace with your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

Max Ehrmann
This is the poem I will always wish I had written
Polar Jan 2016
With feet of ice she pads forward

Alone in a slow March.

Whiteout wind howls all around

As lethargic progress is made

On her slow March to nowhere.

Tiredness takes over

And a shelter must be made.

Snow is moulded and pushed

Into a crystal home.

This snow dune

Will become a tomb
Polar Jan 2016
Snow is falling

Birds stopped calling

No more mating

They are waiting

For spring to come and bloom again

That's when we'll hear their songs again
Polar Jan 2016
Can't stop the desire to **** my mate

It's behaviour I have to replicate,

It's not you its me

My needs innate

I'm just not a girl to subjugate

So at the completion of our first mate

Sorry

But

You

I will

Decapitate
Based on the preying mantis
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