If it is written, so be it,
but who'll admit
to writing what was writ
when the fan is hit?
And, if, having inscribed,
the finger does proceed,
whose digit was it
when the words were decreed?
Yet, carved in stone,
or etched on glass,
who'll confess to pouring such concrete
when it comes to pass?
They told me, if you’re camping and it’s raining,
to never touch the fabric of the tent
inside: they said it breaks the seal, explaining
that any person so improvident
as to commit the camper’s cardinal sin
and not to worry where his digit went
would link the liquids: rain would trickle in.
A lawyer now, I know just what they meant.
You have a client, and you feel, you care.
She trusts you with her secrets, which you share.
At first you’re formal: gradually, you warm.
Today you notice how she wears her hair:
you take her hand, to help her on the stair:
you’ve touched the canvas – now endure the storm.
.
i'm staring at her
digit
that cute one
'tatch'd her mitt
that one she favorz
when i'm spy'n
where she'z press'n
i'm staring at her
digit
'tiz point'd at
Leviticus
19:18
Oh! Guitar, what music hides in thy heart,
That awaits the touch of my soft fingers.
As my digit ends move over thee in quiet,
What melody comes, how it my spirit triggers!
Every chord in thee is fastened so tight.
If one is loose, the notes run dissonant.
With thy rhythm n’ melody, thou hold my heart light.
Wonder what sprite hides in this instrument.
As I listen to thy finely tuned sounds,
How I am kept long suspended in time.
To what heights then my wearied soul rebounds,
Making me afloat in celestial rhyme.
Oh music, flood in me to drown my pain.
Can anyone on earth your healing power disdain?
In the Himalayas way up in a bamboo tree
Lived a solitary panda named Mr. McVee
He was a heifer of his species at fourteen pounds
His body was cuddly-looking, and he made few sounds.
He is a red panda, with an expected life span of eight.
Kind of like a cat or a bear, he thinks bamboo tastes great.
He has a black belly and ebony legs, but don’t pet him.
He does not like to be touched, avoids contact, said Jim.
Jim was the guide for the day, who was telling us about the RP.
Ninety-eight percent of red panda’s diet is bamboo, you see.
He sometimes consumes fruit, insects, and bird eggs too.
He has one more digit on his paw than you.
The red panda heard the talk, and waved to them from up high.
He is not friendly down below, but he felt safe bye and bye.
These humans could not get him up here in his joyful bamboo.
Sleeping seventeen hours a day, his naps are nearly never through.
It has been a long wait,
Longer but reached
The battle that enemy started
Was nailed perpendicularly
With our lovely Princess!
Long, long ago!
A dream was conventional
To quench the burning stick
Nicknamed national quizzes
But resources and timing
Kicked away our fantasy
Though struggled enough
But never fought abundantly
Here came the princess
Erisinta her name
And said Dad don’t worry!
Leave the battle on me
No army is needed
I can conquer all alone
And sent the enemy far
Quash him to death
And that is what she did
A Princess of the Royal Ng’abokwa
A single-digit score,
With lower points than all,
Leveled Chibe and Chinga
Our SPS vanity
This is the real fight,
That my soul dreamed of,
Come and celebrate,
It is our culture to party,
Start mbeta all the way
The best of our tribe dances
Bigha Chimono bigha!
For if you stop dancing
Stones and sand shall!
Glorify our God,
For he has side our fight
Don’t forget the rituals
That bound us with grace
Praise the Almighty!
For His mercy and blessings
Have showered our canopy
Dedication to my Daughter Erica. 27-01-2025
.
"stop
wait"
in her
peplum spaghetti crop top
y
daisy dukes
y
flip flops
y
auburn tressez dancing with thuh
wind
with one digit
hern enraptured mine
with hern purty mitt's
digit
i know'd it when
i see'd she
i
were gonna
sin
.
for
Jehovah God Almighty
'tiz mine vision
i in the white
diaphanous
long gown
with mine bare it's 'neath
whilst
my head bent
awaiting
His
Massive
Digit
to lift my chin
and forgive
mine sin
The river Life is nothing but a glib tunnel,
Except for the dazzling water, it is just a disastrous canal.
Except for any untamed misery,
It would only be an adversary.
Except for an acute pied piper,
This river would be an unalike well-giver.
The fragile memories spring up in the corridor,
In which nobody can hope for the undisclosed Advisor.
It is just a storehouse of harassment,
The well-giver is just a warped embodiment.
To bid in the farewell is only a colossal audacity,
To sacrifice your psyche is nothing but a callous mendacity.
The perpetual night is the name of an idiot,
Nothing can last for an everlasting period,
Nobody can live long without their deeds,
In the end, I want to confront my haughty demeanour and its mistreatments.
This river is only a four-digit number,
It does not wait for any illusory diver.
It does not cost more than a voyage,
It is no more than a mirage.
We bought our Global Entry cards
In pre-pandemic days,
Believing they would ease our travel
In some helpful ways.
But Covid hit soon after
So those cards were never used,
Yet when our trips resumed
Our pre-check status was refused.
The US airlines never gave
An explanation why,
But we kept trying every time
We purchased seats to fly.
Today, though, on Air Canada,
An agent made a catch -
My boarding pass and entry card
Were not a perfect match.
It seems there are 9 digit codes
(2 sets!) on every card
And entering the wrong one
On a form was not that hard.
The problem solved, we got new passes
And were on our way,
With pre-check status never given
By the USA.
I liked this little story more than your expectation. To explain it, we knew that zero means nothing. In fact, in mathematical philosophy, zero has a high important value. For example, without the zero, many of the advanced technology we see and use (PC is a clear example) could not be achieved. Computers do not understand a single letter, but human do. Basically computers recognize a letter as (000001110000) and another one as (10001110) where 0 or 1 here are closed or open of an electric circle. In mathematical economics, in equations, zero means a lot! I will end this comment by writing that zero in term of money is better than negative (debt) digit. In other word, the statement of your account in the bank when it showing zero is better than showing (- 1000).
a zero value
make your mind very wider
new understanding
Marks, Marks, Marks
Haunting me around like a group of sharks
A 2 or 3-digit number
that my parents think will decide whether I'll become a doctor or a plumber
For me my marks are decent
But for my parents, they are horrifying and unpleasant
My marks will decide whether my house will be a flower bed
or a coffin made for people who are about to be dead
My marks will decide whether there will be flowers in the temple or graveyard
So to survive STUDY HARD
- B. Charan
Barter of goods was before gold or paper before electronic
Transfers of the digit inflaters..How are dots and numbers
Balanced and checked? How many hyphens will i need for
A floor? How many dots to create a strong door? or a ship
Or a boat? Could i have one in gold? I've heard there are Some of timber?
Or is that concept too old? If I had ten cows, and some
Goats i could swap.? I would gather some fish, trade some out keep some back, fry some dry some
Trade some others, at the market on a table.' This way of
Enabling life to progress, predates any laws or even Legaleese, that creates quite a mess' the need of commoditys will allways be there.' It won't make any difference if you've blue or blond hair.' You still thrive with
Commerce, all the better if skills, are encouraged within
A community not so focused on ills.' It was there from the
Earliest knowledge of man, in fact they still trade commoditys i beleive, thats how things still stand' its before laws established, and its today, and beyond! drive
Your cattle to the market, trade your goods its still on.!
Midnight boom town streets have this allure
imagining an uncanny venture
eavesdrop veil surround but dark as coal
how I love my after hours stroll
Secret worlds unfold their impish plot
mesmerised entanglement a tiered whatnot
black crush velvet sky we must extol
how I love my after hours stroll
Gilt fantasies that float across each lane way
fluorescent gremlin from some ghostly parking bay
gust on salt ice pier might buttonhole
how I love my after hours stroll
Snow clad mall whistler gaffe prone
while wandering the ink hue urban zone
a chapter lift and snatch from begging bowl
how I love my after hours stroll
Traffic signals stellar stoic stance
heartbeat of nocturnal moonlight dance
frozen digit signage reeks of twinkling North Pole
how I love my after hours stroll
.
It's
that digit
the one
up softly
'gainst her lips
with the sound
passing
each It's sides
"shhh"
And behind
It's
expose
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