Ode to the Sticky Yellow Note

The original, the undisputed champion,
You have conquered the world,
Where lesser have failed,
The world belongs to you, every office in it.

When I want to mark my place in a book,
You are there,
When I need to take a message,
You are there,
When I need to annotate a report,
You are there,
When white paper becomes too dull,
You are always there.

O little square of yellow,
I have a confession to make,
I recently discovered your orange sister,
A young usurper of your fame,
I am forever deep with shame,
But it is only a passing fad,
So many young flashy pretenders to the throne,
Will not linger long,
For yellow, is the only true, sticky note.

Standing on the Shoulders of Giants

"If I have seen further it is by standing on the shoulders of Giants"
- Sir Isaac Newton

Standing on the Shoulders of Giants

You can see the sea from here,
And walk through small fluffy white clouds,
As you go from shoulder to shoulder
Holding your breath above the void below.

You can see the East Coast,
You can see the West Coast,
And beneath your feet, the giant,
Stretching your imagination down to the ground.

Birds circle the giant's head,
Cavorting like maidens round a may pole,
But on his shoulders you stand,
Seeing what your eye can see.

From there you see it all,
Spread out like a tablecloth,
With your eyes you see the truth,
It is an ever changing, beautiful world.

Standing on the shoulders of giants,
We can see so far.