People think that she is a big poet. It is true and night mite too!
mite night
wight fight
lite bite
right tight
Parasites
there is a tiny mite
that lives on our face
but does not bite
it is a species of arachnid
that’s so small it’s outta’ sight
it bores in to our pores
and only comes out at night
it dines on our sebaceous oil and ear wax
and on dead skin, for dessert, it does delight
they are with us from birth to death
so, no use putting up a fight
each time you look in your mirror, just remember
you are looking at their campsite
they have a very short life
they live no more than a fortnight
if you happen to see some specks
they might be those nasty Demodex!
- I broke horse backbone
You are a cheater bro blah
A mite on the bard
How long is a short time, a hairs breadth above never
Seen within one eye blink, the lash will move forever
Perception throws curveball's, upon prismatic minds
Yet outside double slits, life-forms live completely blind
And voracious appetites, strip eyelashes of girth
Feeding on sebaceous oil, dines parasitic birth
Nibbling away, watching reality slip from sight
Getting up close and personal, with demodex mites
Making much from little, aiming to create new worlds
Eyelashes warp under pressure, turn inward and curl
Scratching the surface, observation now semi-blurred
Eyeballs driving us crazy, itch cannot be demurred
Lice-like creatures, slither up and down paying no tax
Using eyelids as havens, in remorseless attacks
Recombobulating dead skin, not the stuff of dreams
We rip earths orb to shreds daily, in monster machines
By
David Kavanagh
16x13
When the rich made gifts to the Temple
two coins from a widow did resemble
all that she had
to keep herself clad,
while the rich gave from wealth that was ample.
Luke 21.1-4
her gingerbread dust mite snaps
under couch with bands that zaps
hiding between bottle caps
folded with my city maps
under phone with oldie apps
her gingerbread dust mite snaps
try to locate them with claps
hear a ringtone, sounds like raps
lift the couch by holding flaps
under mess hits me like slaps
full of magic things that whaps
marmalade toast and toy that taps
her gingerbread dust mite snaps
oozing in, filling up gaps
slide against forgotten straps
under phone with oldie apps
now, take this world
disassemble thoroughly
here come the dust mites
lame outward appear
pinnacle plentiful feet
dang it! that is thread
dang! hundred plus legs!
that is sin to let the pig
into a clean Church!
white or gray or black
an Acarina poet
cute tiny squeezed hugs
-I broke horse backbone
You are a cheater bro blah
A mite on the bard
light of Silver mite
Had been seen all the daytime
Under the clear sky
What's a dollar worth?
Well years ago it was worth a dollar.
Now it's worth a lot closer to two cents than a dollar.
The reason....www....can't be put any planner...
More and more people go on line www daily...
The old cheer 2 bits 4 bits 6 bits a $
All for (state your team) stand up and holler...
Well..that's about gone
8 bits=$1
This was years ago...
Now 8 bits = 1 byte...2 widows mites...2pennies...
Here's some binary metrics for you ...the future worth of a dollar (sic) next to computer memory
2^^3[1(2^^10-10))] or 8 bits = 1 byte or 1PENNY
2^^3[1(2^^10-0)] or 8192 Bytes = 1 dollar , 1dollar = 8192 Bytes
2^^3[1(2^^10+10)] or 8388608 bytes = 10 dollars
10 dollars = 8388608 bytes
It's far beyond 2 dollars = a penny , 3 dollars = a penny etc...
My sister in gold coast New south Wales oz, said dear brother
It's only gonna get worse before I re it gets better.
I think this is what she meant
My love looms still in your room,
a carousel billowing in
boundless bloom,
watch it like the dew distil
before dawn;
in a dream of passion before
roses yawn.
My love commits one common
crime,
it steals through your blind at
bedtime,
with smiles so bright from dusky
skies;
leaving the rainbow glued to
your eyes.
This is more than a dream, feel it,
like the Icycles in Autumn, see it;
crystal clear, written in black and
white,
not to be measured though a
tender mite.
Hi
Dinah-mite!
What a doll you are!
Dressed in your purple outfit
With your long blonde hair, you are pretty!
You play in your beach house, or your ski chalet
You can ride your bike, or drive your car
With many outfits to wear
You are such a doll!
Dinah-mite
Hi!
My
Dinah-mite
Are you out to play?
What are you doing today?
I can pose you any way I want.
You’ve given Barbie a run for her money!
However, I say it’s a pity
That you’re not made anymore
A thing of the past
Dinah-mite
Bye!
You’re no longer here
Since nineteen seventy-five
So long, Dinah-mite!
This is a double-odd rictameter with a senryu trailer.
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