Oh,my dear tech termite, You have a harmless bite,
Are you afraid of the light?
I have seen you only at night, Your social system is bright, Are you an ant knight? You never escape my sight.
I watched the peaceful cattle stroll
around the pleasant field.
We gain from them both food and milk,
such benefits they yield.
However, when they eat the grass,
they digest all that stuff.
The gas produced from peaceful cows,
makes air a little rough.
But what about that lowly bug,
with termite as his name?
What he can do, with little help
can change the breathing game.
He gobbles up the wood and grass,
and does his worldly part.
Wet tears roll down my glist’ning cheeks
when I hear termites fart.
They pump their methane in the air,
not ending once it starts.
And all the people hang their heads,
whene’er the termite farts.
Termites are a major contributor of methane and CO2 into the atmosphere.
when all have well known
you've entered my marrow ---
why insecticide?
26 May 2022
location location location
in a compromising position
trying to eat you out
of house and home
TERMITE PROPHECY
the cloudburst of wings
a buffet for dragonflies
determinant fare
5/26/2018
Magicicada Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Maureen McGreavy
Why at war I have no clue
all I do is eat and chew
Don’t kill your flocks
like a carnivore fox
Or mow your crop
with a locusts chop
Of wood I take a tiny bite
for that you engage me to fight?
First Place Winner: A Brian Strand Couplet Contest 7/28/21
Written by Gail DeBole on May 9, 2017
Updated on October 6, 2022
Max the chimp was in awe of his find.
A termite meal that boggled his mind.
Thousands trapped in the hill
He took care not to spill
And did not leave one termite behind.
This time there were extra to share
With his girlfriend whose name was Clare.
Thousands trapped in the hill
They took care not to spill
And did not leave one termite behind.
Where am I? Where has my vision taken?
Away amidst the turbulent seas with safety of shore forsaken
Neither the days of grandeur remain, nor the blissful drunken nights
Dismal is my life, alas! All eaten by time’s termites
When this sea of tears will dry up and land will be in sight
Holding olive branch in beak I see no dove to alight
My love is lost and youth parted leaving me aghast
Here I am with sunshine gone and sky of life overcast
The goblets of your eyes are no more inviting me to drink
In the horrid moments of sorrow and apathy I sink
A living corpse, that´s all my pitiable life is like
With gaping mouth, the angel of death is ready to strike.
Sintra, Portugal, June 14, 2016
Hollow log resonates
ancient cultural undertow
termites work incessantly.
Termite/Whiteant fix
Out in west Queensland,
Lived a white ant pestered man,
Cos the white ants were attacking ,
Chomping on his house quite grand.
They seemed to love the skirting boards,
And would climb to get in em,
There in millions billions bloody hordes,
What would he do with dem?
He was poor as a church mouse,
To get em treated cost a few hundred,
Maybe could make not taste as grouse.
So onward then he blundered.
Some of the country boys,
Squirted diesel in the walls
To hit old white ant on the bearers n stumps.
Like a bee box buzzed the swarm.
They didn’t like the diesel taste,
He’d used a super soaker sorta,
Water pistol worked quiet well,
As I spose it oughta .
Country people swear by it,
the diesel 4 the termite,
one place he hit a nest a bit,
they buzzed the hypocrites,
will they return to nibble on,
the 4 inch timbers mate,
or will they stagger away,
get timber tasty for their plate?
Don Johnson 25-june-11
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