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"carnivores" poems

No sprouted wheat and soya shoots And Brussels in a cake, Carrot straw and spinach raw, (Today, I need a steak). Not thick brown rice and rice pilaw Or mushrooms creamed on toast, Turnips mashed and parsnips hashed, (I'm dreaming of a roast). Health-food folks around the world Are thinned by anxious zeal, They look for help in seafood kelp (I count on breaded veal). No smoking signs, raw mustard greens, Zucchini by the ton, Uncooked kale and bodies frail Are sure to make me run to ***** of pork and chicken thighs And standing rib, so prime, Pork chops brown and fresh ground round (I crave them all the time). Irish stews and boiled corned beef and hot dogs by the scores, or any place that saves a space For smoking carnivores.

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The Health-Food Diner

No sprouted wheat and soya shoots And Brussels in a cake, Carrot straw and spinach raw, (Today, I need a steak). Not thick brown rice and rice pilaw Or mushrooms creamed on toast, Turnips mashed and parsnips hashed, (I'm dreaming of a roast). Health-food folks around the world Are thinned by anxious zeal, They look for help in seafood kelp (I count on breaded veal). No smoking signs, raw mustard greens, Zucchini by the ton, Uncooked kale and bodies frail Are sure to make me run to ***** of pork and chicken thighs And standing rib, so prime, Pork chops brown and fresh ground round (I crave them all the time). Irish stews and boiled corned beef and hot dogs by the scores, or any place that saves a space For smoking carnivores.

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The magnolia sways in front of leaded lights And I lay here thinking that all this beauty Is all that there is or ever will be, a sanctuary Where nature blossoms and is freshly laden. But we are fallen like the dragonfly on wing Hoovering, waiting for another knat to **** And as the carnivores devour their pray, daily The human species, ruthlessly, turns over good For another slice of the apple pie and so repeats A cycle of never ending temptation baring thorn With sadness I realise that I too wronged beauty So mistaken in my haste for happiness and joy. Love Mary **

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Aug 6, 2018

Aug 6, 2018 at 6:42 PM UTC

mary-gay-kearns

Sweet Magnolia.

The magnolia sways in front of leaded lights And I lay here thinking that all this beauty Is all that there is or ever will be, a sanctuary Where nature blossoms and is freshly laden. But we are fallen like the dragonfly on wing Hoovering, waiting for another knat to **** And as the carnivores devour their pray, daily The human species, ruthlessly, turns over good For another slice of the apple pie and so repeats A cycle of never ending temptation baring thorn With sadness I realise that I too wronged beauty So mistaken in my haste for happiness and joy. Love Mary **

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Snake prowls Preying owls Welcome to the jungle Night things emerge Carnivores get the urge Welcome to the jungle Rainforest mammal Dry desert camel All know the law of the land Swinging monkey on a tree Or the flower-loving bumble bee Know a jungle when they see one Creatures with hungry jaws Tear flesh with razor claws For that's how a jungle should be Man so set apart Just because he has a human heart? The joke's on me So bask in the fantasy That life comes so easily Then welcome to the jungle

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Nov 25, 2009

Nov 25, 2009 at 7:31 AM UTC

dorothy-anderson

Welcome to the Jungle

Snake prowls Preying owls Welcome to the jungle Night things emerge Carnivores get the urge Welcome to the jungle Rainforest mammal Dry desert camel All know the law of the land Swinging monkey on a tree Or the flower-loving bumble bee Know a jungle when they see one Creatures with hungry jaws Tear flesh with razor claws For that's how a jungle should be Man so set apart Just because he has a human heart? The joke's on me So bask in the fantasy That life comes so easily Then welcome to the jungle

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It's like this, and then there was total recall. Fast like a safety plan made wrong and then bouncing in and out all the way down the hall. Up through cable cars, Korean fast food market, wet fish, soupy street, concrete cracks filled with crab meat and **** heads. Just a square, a five block, two street, sideways quadrangle, beat of the Tenderloin, hour of the dove. Every one's dead on these loose ends. Hills of the back of her backside, skin of the back of her neck. Rapture is the grave of the sunset, memory is that thing that I said. No one cans in carnivores, no one runs moves like a shepherd. Sunday, daft as candy, luck in the ways of the prophet. Canon of the blaze of every woman that died today. The sleep setting, the motorcycle bending the hollow, the ravines noisy interlude, up through the rough and the tangles, huddles in a six pack, three or four walking up the block to meet the rest of them. The skin doesn't fit right, it wears wrong, the shoulders stiff, the masseuse excuses himself. Buckets of flowers hang from the ceiling like stripped cat christmas decorations in suburban mastermind serial killer resort town. Everyone is quiet because they gotta. They move their feet like they were hurrying death into a red volcano, like they were the errand of red from the top bell to the bottom of the town. I sit on a roof top, baking in the noon day sun. Stripping sticks and stems off the side to sideways, just roasting away, laying, low in the afternoon light. I see a girl with her hands on her skirt, wobbling, scooting a priest card on a periwinkle terra-cotta. I move my head, turn it upside round to take a better look. No one counts to ten when they see me. The gangster that woke up isn't the gangster that went to sleep last night. My wickedness ended my words mean your bright decay. So I ride the pavement exhausted, burying my coughs in an L-shaped arm

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May 3, 2014

May 3, 2014 at 12:32 PM UTC

It's like this, and then there was total recall. Fast like a safety plan made wrong and then bouncing in and out all the way down the hall. Up through cable cars, Korean fast food market, wet fish, soupy street, concrete cracks filled with crab meat and **** heads. Just a square, a five block, two street, sideways quadrangle, beat of the Tenderloin, hour of the dove. Every one's dead on these loose ends. Hills of the back of her backside, skin of the back of her neck. Rapture is the grave of the sunset, memory is that thing that I said. No one cans in carnivores, no one runs moves like a shepherd. Sunday, daft as candy, luck in the ways of the prophet. Canon of the blaze of every woman that died today. The sleep setting, the motorcycle bending the hollow, the ravines noisy interlude, up through the rough and the tangles, huddles in a six pack, three or four walking up the block to meet the rest of them. The skin doesn't fit right, it wears wrong, the shoulders stiff, the masseuse excuses himself. Buckets of flowers hang from the ceiling like stripped cat christmas decorations in suburban mastermind serial killer resort town. Everyone is quiet because they gotta. They move their feet like they were hurrying death into a red volcano, like they were the errand of red from the top bell to the bottom of the town. I sit on a roof top, baking in the noon day sun. Stripping sticks and stems off the side to sideways, just roasting away, laying, low in the afternoon light. I see a girl with her hands on her skirt, wobbling, scooting a priest card on a periwinkle terra-cotta. I move my head, turn it upside round to take a better look. No one counts to ten when they see me. The gangster that woke up isn't the gangster that went to sleep last night. My wickedness ended my words mean your bright decay. So I ride the pavement exhausted, burying my coughs in an L-shaped arm

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This planet orbits a yellow sun like ours. It is in the Optimum Zone to support life. Sure enough it has a wide variety of flora and fauna. Highly intelligent life has evolved in its seas and oceans. Its continents, however, are dominated by a species of primates. Over the past 300 of the planet’s years they have developed Some fairly high technology. But they remain carnivores Who regularly commit genocide. They cut down swathes of natural forest To grow chemically protected Genetically modified nutrition-sources. And they mine their planet empty Of its mineral riches. The planet’s ecosystem is being rapidly destroyed By them. Socially and psychologically they remain primitive. Yet they possess the means to blow their world To pieces. With heavy heart I have to advise We sign this planet “No Entry” For the foreseeable future. “Forbidden” indeed. A planet we call MW Orion 8478-3 That its natives call That ever so common name: “Earth”. Paul Butters

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Aug 11, 2015

Aug 11, 2015 at 10:07 AM UTC

Forbidden Planet

This planet orbits a yellow sun like ours. It is in the Optimum Zone to support life. Sure enough it has a wide variety of flora and fauna. Highly intelligent life has evolved in its seas and oceans. Its continents, however, are dominated by a species of primates. Over the past 300 of the planet’s years they have developed Some fairly high technology. But they remain carnivores Who regularly commit genocide. They cut down swathes of natural forest To grow chemically protected Genetically modified nutrition-sources. And they mine their planet empty Of its mineral riches. The planet’s ecosystem is being rapidly destroyed By them. Socially and psychologically they remain primitive. Yet they possess the means to blow their world To pieces. With heavy heart I have to advise We sign this planet “No Entry” For the foreseeable future. “Forbidden” indeed. A planet we call MW Orion 8478-3 That its natives call That ever so common name: “Earth”. Paul Butters

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The Great Debate started, Parliament was the open forest, electors were divided into two groups— Sir Fox's, and The Lion's, The first group wanted to overthrow the Lion from the sovereign head of the forest, It was a tough job to confront Lion directly, So, Sir Fox, appointed a Monkey as the Chief campaigner, and that monkey appointed other monkeys in the business, Scaring them with a story of vanishing trees, and living on the land increases the mortality rate if Lion Party continues. Monkey, the chief campaigner exclaimed, “We are not living in the rule of law but in the rule of Lion, All are equal, but the continuous target of a particular community, Like a beautiful deer, by another community in majority should be banned, Deers bring historic and aesthetic significance to the forest And need to be treated as the same,” Deers bellowed gleefully hearing this. Cows felt hurt, their exclusion from Monkey’s speech proved to be a setback to the Fox’s Party, Cows were the most targeted community by the Carnivores, everyone in the forest knew, Potential voters were lost to Lion’s Party. Polarising speeches of Chief continued, It brought Rhinoceros to its side, Seeing rhino in political rallies, Hippopotamus chipped in, To counter the increasing weight Political advisor of Lion, i.e, Tiger, persuaded Elephant to become an official member of their party. Hate speeches increased in numbers Giraffe, the bearer and upholder of law, Overlooked everything, the long neck looked tilted towards an ideology. Rumours became truth, truth became rumour Monkey was good in it, And an army of monkeys were excellent. Parrots, Pigeons, Peacock, **** Cuckoo, Cat, Loved the importance they got, Disseminated the Fox loving songs. The listeners felt threatened, They had an enemy living between them and they were considering them friends, They thanked the Parrot, Pigeon, Peacock for pointing them out. Now, biped hated quadruped, Quadruped hated reptiles, Reptiles did the same to amphibians, And in this way the whole animal kingdom danced in chaos, The fiery speeches of Sir Fox helped in creating illusion, The slogan of the Man as a common enemy was changed to, Feline as a common enemy, Felines joined Sir Fox’s Party, And Canines ran to Lion’s Party, Obvious was difficult to observe Obscure was easy to see. to be continued

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Oct 23, 2021

Oct 23, 2021 at 3:22 PM UTC

The Great Debate -- A Satire

The Great Debate started, Parliament was the open forest, electors were divided into two groups— Sir Fox's, and The Lion's, The first group wanted to overthrow the Lion from the sovereign head of the forest, It was a tough job to confront Lion directly, So, Sir Fox, appointed a Monkey as the Chief campaigner, and that monkey appointed other monkeys in the business, Scaring them with a story of vanishing trees, and living on the land increases the mortality rate if Lion Party continues. Monkey, the chief campaigner exclaimed, “We are not living in the rule of law but in the rule of Lion, All are equal, but the continuous target of a particular community, Like a beautiful deer, by another community in majority should be banned, Deers bring historic and aesthetic significance to the forest And need to be treated as the same,” Deers bellowed gleefully hearing this. Cows felt hurt, their exclusion from Monkey’s speech proved to be a setback to the Fox’s Party, Cows were the most targeted community by the Carnivores, everyone in the forest knew, Potential voters were lost to Lion’s Party. Polarising speeches of Chief continued, It brought Rhinoceros to its side, Seeing rhino in political rallies, Hippopotamus chipped in, To counter the increasing weight Political advisor of Lion, i.e, Tiger, persuaded Elephant to become an official member of their party. Hate speeches increased in numbers Giraffe, the bearer and upholder of law, Overlooked everything, the long neck looked tilted towards an ideology. Rumours became truth, truth became rumour Monkey was good in it, And an army of monkeys were excellent. Parrots, Pigeons, Peacock, **** Cuckoo, Cat, Loved the importance they got, Disseminated the Fox loving songs. The listeners felt threatened, They had an enemy living between them and they were considering them friends, They thanked the Parrot, Pigeon, Peacock for pointing them out. Now, biped hated quadruped, Quadruped hated reptiles, Reptiles did the same to amphibians, And in this way the whole animal kingdom danced in chaos, The fiery speeches of Sir Fox helped in creating illusion, The slogan of the Man as a common enemy was changed to, Feline as a common enemy, Felines joined Sir Fox’s Party, And Canines ran to Lion’s Party, Obvious was difficult to observe Obscure was easy to see. to be continued

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did it work? I give a useless tug on my skin, done to reassure me instead it reaffirms to me: I am, again, inconsolable. is the mask I wear today sealed on tight? too tight? does it hurt to pretend so much? does it seem clear to anyone else that there are loose ends I've yet to tend to? backdoors I've overlooked? transparencies? can they see through me? I bare my teeth. canines, canines from the days of carnivores. am I that carnivore? in my genes I am. and in practice? inconsolable, uncontrollable barely a threat in her form. this question comes to me under many guises: an old man asking me: are you that of practice or are you that of genes? a professor lecturing: are you that of cultivated identity or that of inherited form? my concerned friends crying: who are you? is your mask anything like you? and then i wake. it's a terror turned nightly chorus. recurring nightmares, doctors offer. i admit i know the content of my dreams to be unfounded: in life there are no physical masks that do the jobs my terrors depict. no veil to hide the contours of each flawed personality, no mask to others, just me, weeping-in-the-bathroom, never-myself me and those attempted favours to be like one another i'll be like you so you'll like me i'll like you because i'm like you so the body charges on in this society like a mirror cross your left leg when she crosses her right, fold your arms when she's folded hers, raise your hand to say hello, raise your hand to say goodbye a kiss on the right cheek, a kiss on the left, one more on the left this is how you show love and a greeting all at once fold your arms over each other, this is sympathy, this is greeting, do you take comfort in this too? so you learn to speak with your arms, and you learn to speak with your legs, and you learn to speak with your face, and you learn to speak with your head. soon your eyes are apprentices of acquaintances, learning to borrow looks like library books, take on others' stories like they've read them end to end. so in the middle of this process you learn to effectively say: i see you, i hear you, i perceive you. and in these attempted favours, at the end of your night terrors, is the parrot that they want to see. the parrot that you argue, can't really be me.

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Aug 9, 2018

Aug 9, 2018 at 6:14 PM UTC

the anthropomorphism of people pleasing

did it work? I give a useless tug on my skin, done to reassure me instead it reaffirms to me: I am, again, inconsolable. is the mask I wear today sealed on tight? too tight? does it hurt to pretend so much? does it seem clear to anyone else that there are loose ends I've yet to tend to? backdoors I've overlooked? transparencies? can they see through me? I bare my teeth. canines, canines from the days of carnivores. am I that carnivore? in my genes I am. and in practice? inconsolable, uncontrollable barely a threat in her form. this question comes to me under many guises: an old man asking me: are you that of practice or are you that of genes? a professor lecturing: are you that of cultivated identity or that of inherited form? my concerned friends crying: who are you? is your mask anything like you? and then i wake. it's a terror turned nightly chorus. recurring nightmares, doctors offer. i admit i know the content of my dreams to be unfounded: in life there are no physical masks that do the jobs my terrors depict. no veil to hide the contours of each flawed personality, no mask to others, just me, weeping-in-the-bathroom, never-myself me and those attempted favours to be like one another i'll be like you so you'll like me i'll like you because i'm like you so the body charges on in this society like a mirror cross your left leg when she crosses her right, fold your arms when she's folded hers, raise your hand to say hello, raise your hand to say goodbye a kiss on the right cheek, a kiss on the left, one more on the left this is how you show love and a greeting all at once fold your arms over each other, this is sympathy, this is greeting, do you take comfort in this too? so you learn to speak with your arms, and you learn to speak with your legs, and you learn to speak with your face, and you learn to speak with your head. soon your eyes are apprentices of acquaintances, learning to borrow looks like library books, take on others' stories like they've read them end to end. so in the middle of this process you learn to effectively say: i see you, i hear you, i perceive you. and in these attempted favours, at the end of your night terrors, is the parrot that they want to see. the parrot that you argue, can't really be me.

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Lit by nature, a flame of beauty burning fiery in her eyes. Glowing like the mountains sunrise. Soft, and calm like lilly of the valley beside spring. Modeling silky smile. Making my bell 🛎 ring. Rainbow 🌈 worship such allurment, can really make carnivores easily feed on grass. Beautiful creature, perfect nature.

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Mar 14, 2023

Mar 14, 2023 at 8:48 AM UTC

cloudnine-fairmane-c-9-fm

Lit by nature, a flame of beauty burning fiery in her eyes. Glowing like the mountains sunrise. Soft, and calm like lilly of the valley beside spring. Modeling silky smile. Making my bell 🛎 ring. Rainbow 🌈 worship such allurment, can really make carnivores easily feed on grass. Beautiful creature, perfect nature.

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wait for it and it doesn't come  caught off guard   incredulous singing   squawking pigeons  six in the morning  kings of the ready  dead finch    cats eat feathers  in the house of cards  down stairs ready  house of carnivores    company functions  canvass paints numbers  paints horses riding steady in mind-- through   windy  ozark meadows  six in the morning  while the finch sleeps in

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May 17, 2014

May 17, 2014 at 11:06 AM UTC

Horizontal Medicine and a Slant in Clarity

wait for it and it doesn't come  caught off guard   incredulous singing   squawking pigeons  six in the morning  kings of the ready  dead finch    cats eat feathers  in the house of cards  down stairs ready  house of carnivores    company functions  canvass paints numbers  paints horses riding steady in mind-- through   windy  ozark meadows  six in the morning  while the finch sleeps in

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Sat here, awaiting the arrival of grandson number four. The darling daughter rests downstairs, as I wait for the stork to call. A posing question, is he a Maribou? Hope he's not a Maribou; for they are carnivores. Got to hope he isn't hungry, as he lands outside my door. Think he's just a cartoon character escaped from world of myth. I'm just taking the pith (with a lisp). Does he attend with infant in beak, wrapped in a ***** at the end of next week. I think not! Hope he doesn't sling him down my chimney, because it's all blocked off. Can you ever imagine an infant **** in the chimney *** Oops I forgot, how could I ever? Poor Laura has to do hard labour before her chap is born. (C) Livvi

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Mar 23, 2014

Mar 23, 2014 at 3:21 PM UTC

A Daft look at Childbirth!

Sat here, awaiting the arrival of grandson number four. The darling daughter rests downstairs, as I wait for the stork to call. A posing question, is he a Maribou? Hope he's not a Maribou; for they are carnivores. Got to hope he isn't hungry, as he lands outside my door. Think he's just a cartoon character escaped from world of myth. I'm just taking the pith (with a lisp). Does he attend with infant in beak, wrapped in a ***** at the end of next week. I think not! Hope he doesn't sling him down my chimney, because it's all blocked off. Can you ever imagine an infant **** in the chimney *** Oops I forgot, how could I ever? Poor Laura has to do hard labour before her chap is born. (C) Livvi

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Animal House Sweeping dust storm, Gazelles leap. Careening reach, dizzy heights Shy Giraffes necking in undergrowth. Creeping tide menageries mystic sloths limb and oath. Sea mist breaking wave Sun prancing Dolphins embraceable moonbeams. Lizards shedding skins. Trine children, Pan animals. Golden gleaming processions growling purrs Carnivores give Herbivores last rites confessions. We are the animal house the hourglass menageries. bleating hearts imminent deaths, fleeting breaths, unimaginable love.

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Jun 22, 2015

Jun 22, 2015 at 11:43 PM UTC

Animal House Sweeping dust storm, Gazelles leap. Careening reach, dizzy heights Shy Giraffes necking in undergrowth. Creeping tide menageries mystic sloths limb and oath. Sea mist breaking wave Sun prancing Dolphins embraceable moonbeams. Lizards shedding skins. Trine children, Pan animals. Golden gleaming processions growling purrs Carnivores give Herbivores last rites confessions. We are the animal house the hourglass menageries. bleating hearts imminent deaths, fleeting breaths, unimaginable love.

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I. You can always tell the Virgins from the way they Glide—cerebral giddy with nectarfilled Hearts and earlobes full of Wax/ Wane moonshine turf if you’re not Dying for astronomers’ loves and what makes Ptolemy different from Claude is Given prove: Equal and opposite reaction. II. Shove knife down pork Wasn’t so hard, was it. III. TWO SOLIDS INTERSECT In a plane. In the bathroom, to be exact. What follows is not Essential to the proposition; Calculate the spatial (surface area, volume of cubicle, conclude insufficient is < where escape velocity is ) useless to resistance factor 7 [prepare for lift-off landing taxi To the Bronx of course where else would I Be on a night like this it’s raining in the parlour Wont you step outside? III. anemic & half- starved half- sandwich go on, have a bite. IV. in arm will undulate bloodcellspouroutcantstoptoowide are you just imagining this? What would they tell you in school blood is thicker than water i’m not sure they eat carnivores here. CARNIVAL festival of meat. Flesh LIVE trembling quiver SWIFT shoot through air DUCK dead swandive nosedive outplug BOOM go the couple in the cabin lavatory laboratory? Rats go bang in the night crash & burn debris over Detroit is our favorite way to die colorful isn’t it rainbow— brushfire— bruises and fire storms out and around the populace to decimate seems like mating by a factor of ten V; or. X^2+i(70x7)= aftermath: my ex squared with me seventy times seven equals in fortitude (labor-intensive) tea costs sixpence in dallas what about you so integral to my being that sometimes I wonder if you’re just imaginary or if what it takes to be transcendental is beyond what’s rational or even what’s real to me: eight is enough for the eggs.

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Sep 12, 2013

Sep 12, 2013 at 7:53 PM UTC

vidya-ravilochan

I. You can always tell the Virgins from the way they Glide—cerebral giddy with nectarfilled Hearts and earlobes full of Wax/ Wane moonshine turf if you’re not Dying for astronomers’ loves and what makes Ptolemy different from Claude is Given prove: Equal and opposite reaction. II. Shove knife down pork Wasn’t so hard, was it. III. TWO SOLIDS INTERSECT In a plane. In the bathroom, to be exact. What follows is not Essential to the proposition; Calculate the spatial (surface area, volume of cubicle, conclude insufficient is < where escape velocity is ) useless to resistance factor 7 [prepare for lift-off landing taxi To the Bronx of course where else would I Be on a night like this it’s raining in the parlour Wont you step outside? III. anemic & half- starved half- sandwich go on, have a bite. IV. in arm will undulate bloodcellspouroutcantstoptoowide are you just imagining this? What would they tell you in school blood is thicker than water i’m not sure they eat carnivores here. CARNIVAL festival of meat. Flesh LIVE trembling quiver SWIFT shoot through air DUCK dead swandive nosedive outplug BOOM go the couple in the cabin lavatory laboratory? Rats go bang in the night crash & burn debris over Detroit is our favorite way to die colorful isn’t it rainbow— brushfire— bruises and fire storms out and around the populace to decimate seems like mating by a factor of ten V; or. X^2+i(70x7)= aftermath: my ex squared with me seventy times seven equals in fortitude (labor-intensive) tea costs sixpence in dallas what about you so integral to my being that sometimes I wonder if you’re just imaginary or if what it takes to be transcendental is beyond what’s rational or even what’s real to me: eight is enough for the eggs.

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Beautiful piranha Bare your teeth in a scheming grin Pull back your harsh red lips Flash your blue-green-gold coat of scales Blood thirst blinding your eyes White boney razor teeth gnashing, Biting on empty space Dart around your territory With your cliques of similarly minded Similarly equipped predators Your body specifically designed To be irresistible To let you spot your victim, ****** them, And go for the jugular

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Jan 15, 2013

Jan 15, 2013 at 8:26 AM UTC

pretty carnivores

Beautiful piranha Bare your teeth in a scheming grin Pull back your harsh red lips Flash your blue-green-gold coat of scales Blood thirst blinding your eyes White boney razor teeth gnashing, Biting on empty space Dart around your territory With your cliques of similarly minded Similarly equipped predators Your body specifically designed To be irresistible To let you spot your victim, ****** them, And go for the jugular

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**** the Religious Right **** Those That Condemn Others* **** The Republicans **** The Democrats **** The Government Having Too Much Say In Our Lives* **** Paying Taxes **** The Gas Company **** The Water Company **** The Electric Company **** Cars **** Car Payments **** Being Late On Payments **** Bills All Together **** Not Getting Benefits For Being Early On Payments **** My Need To Capitalize Every Word **** PETA **** People That Mistreat Animals **** Vegetarians **** Carnivores **** Omnivores, What You Can't Choose A Side?!?!? **** Going To College Just To Work At McDonalds **** White Collar Getting Paid More Than Blue Collar **** Having A Collar **** The People That Reproduce Too **** Much **** Those That Think There's No Future In Children **** Commercialism* **** Never Running Out Of Things To **** **** People That Say They Have No Friends But They're Always Too Busy To Do Anything Cuz They're Already Hanging Out With Someone Else **** Anyone Who Likes This Poem **** Anyone Who Doesn’t Like This Poem **** 6,000 Channels On TV And Nothing Is Ever On **** The Summer Sun **** Global Warming* **** Flat Pop **** Hot Coffee That Gets Cold **** Pets Dying **** Death **** Wasting Life* **** People That Talk To Much **** People That Cuss **** People That Have A Problem With Cussing **** Fox News **** Anyone That Lives Their Life Strictly By A Book (especially you Harold And The Purple Crayon people out there) **** Laugh Tracks Telling Me When To Laugh **** Everything That You Stand For **** Everything That You Are **** Everything That You're Not **** Finishing This Poem, I'm Gonna Go Eat **** Anything That I Forgot To **** In This POEM

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Jun 11, 2011

Jun 11, 2011 at 9:01 PM UTC

TonguesOfOthers

**** Having A Title

**** the Religious Right **** Those That Condemn Others* **** The Republicans **** The Democrats **** The Government Having Too Much Say In Our Lives* **** Paying Taxes **** The Gas Company **** The Water Company **** The Electric Company **** Cars **** Car Payments **** Being Late On Payments **** Bills All Together **** Not Getting Benefits For Being Early On Payments **** My Need To Capitalize Every Word **** PETA **** People That Mistreat Animals **** Vegetarians **** Carnivores **** Omnivores, What You Can't Choose A Side?!?!? **** Going To College Just To Work At McDonalds **** White Collar Getting Paid More Than Blue Collar **** Having A Collar **** The People That Reproduce Too **** Much **** Those That Think There's No Future In Children **** Commercialism* **** Never Running Out Of Things To **** **** People That Say They Have No Friends But They're Always Too Busy To Do Anything Cuz They're Already Hanging Out With Someone Else **** Anyone Who Likes This Poem **** Anyone Who Doesn’t Like This Poem **** 6,000 Channels On TV And Nothing Is Ever On **** The Summer Sun **** Global Warming* **** Flat Pop **** Hot Coffee That Gets Cold **** Pets Dying **** Death **** Wasting Life* **** People That Talk To Much **** People That Cuss **** People That Have A Problem With Cussing **** Fox News **** Anyone That Lives Their Life Strictly By A Book (especially you Harold And The Purple Crayon people out there) **** Laugh Tracks Telling Me When To Laugh **** Everything That You Stand For **** Everything That You Are **** Everything That You're Not **** Finishing This Poem, I'm Gonna Go Eat **** Anything That I Forgot To **** In This POEM

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we may have begun with a glorious big bang and some delirious dance of stardust coalesced into just the right rocks at just the right time to give us our trifling flashes and lost shadows on this rolling stone, but what is nobler than stepping in the doleful dung of cursed carnivores before it becomes desiccated, before its mushy mass turns to invisible gas, and makes hallow our air and divine our dust

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Mar 23, 2014

Mar 23, 2014 at 1:10 PM UTC

the grand, grand father of ****

we may have begun with a glorious big bang and some delirious dance of stardust coalesced into just the right rocks at just the right time to give us our trifling flashes and lost shadows on this rolling stone, but what is nobler than stepping in the doleful dung of cursed carnivores before it becomes desiccated, before its mushy mass turns to invisible gas, and makes hallow our air and divine our dust

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I sit in the winter air On the worn metal park bench Where we watched the wind blow the last leaves across the grass But there's no life now nestled amongst the pack of lonely trees Like hunger driven carnivores they huddle A dying breed I sit in the winter air A long sleeve shirt and my black athletic shorts You always hated how I dressed. I could be another runner, but I sit and feel my legs and back slowly go numb where the metal hugs my skin The bench is always cold, Few rays of sun break through the tree limbs I sit in the winter air Could I move, stand up, walk? But I came to be cold, to shiver and breathe deep the poison that stings my lungs I came to forget warmth and soft smiles The heat of another so close that it is as if we are one body Until then, wrap me in the arms of the frozen

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May 31, 2016

May 31, 2016 at 11:22 AM UTC

One Day Closer to Seeing You

I sit in the winter air On the worn metal park bench Where we watched the wind blow the last leaves across the grass But there's no life now nestled amongst the pack of lonely trees Like hunger driven carnivores they huddle A dying breed I sit in the winter air A long sleeve shirt and my black athletic shorts You always hated how I dressed. I could be another runner, but I sit and feel my legs and back slowly go numb where the metal hugs my skin The bench is always cold, Few rays of sun break through the tree limbs I sit in the winter air Could I move, stand up, walk? But I came to be cold, to shiver and breathe deep the poison that stings my lungs I came to forget warmth and soft smiles The heat of another so close that it is as if we are one body Until then, wrap me in the arms of the frozen

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Invent (or evolve) carnivorous man eating plants Give them a chance to hunt and **** their dinner

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Mar 29, 2012

Mar 29, 2012 at 5:18 PM UTC

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How To Make Carnivores Eat Their Vegetables

Invent (or evolve) carnivorous man eating plants Give them a chance to hunt and **** their dinner

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There's something beautiful In eating meat. Devouring what was once a living being. Turning that animal into calories for you to burn. My teeth pierce the skin, Tear the muscle from the bone. A performance of delicious savagery While staring into my lovers eyes. Primal.

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May 19, 2010

May 19, 2010 at 7:18 PM UTC

There's something beautiful In eating meat. Devouring what was once a living being. Turning that animal into calories for you to burn. My teeth pierce the skin, Tear the muscle from the bone. A performance of delicious savagery While staring into my lovers eyes. Primal.

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We pull the Humboldt out of the water. Sometimes they eat each other, and we pull up shredded hooks clotted with white meat. Sometimes they scramble underneath the surface and the film of water separating us from them becomes pink and flashing. We pulled up a black saucer of an eye one night. It clung to a hook by pink strings of optic muscle. Our flashlights put little continents of light all over its placid, black surface, and I felt human sadness some type of animal-human empathy, it ****** me up so much that I threw the line overboard again, almost hitting Nestor in the face, with an un-baited hook. Our hauls are getting smaller. The carnivores used to jump into our boats, slicking the planks with an excretion the consistency of placental fluid. Now, sometimes dusk burns as we yank seaweed, seagrass, and toilet seats over the prow; our bodies tenebrous; straining with the line like warriors stabbing the sea.

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Nov 26, 2011

Nov 26, 2011 at 9:15 PM UTC

We pull the Humboldt out of the water. Sometimes they eat each other, and we pull up shredded hooks clotted with white meat. Sometimes they scramble underneath the surface and the film of water separating us from them becomes pink and flashing. We pulled up a black saucer of an eye one night. It clung to a hook by pink strings of optic muscle. Our flashlights put little continents of light all over its placid, black surface, and I felt human sadness some type of animal-human empathy, it ****** me up so much that I threw the line overboard again, almost hitting Nestor in the face, with an un-baited hook. Our hauls are getting smaller. The carnivores used to jump into our boats, slicking the planks with an excretion the consistency of placental fluid. Now, sometimes dusk burns as we yank seaweed, seagrass, and toilet seats over the prow; our bodies tenebrous; straining with the line like warriors stabbing the sea.

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I would like to share with you my enduring Memory with guns, Never forgotten, a difficult story. In my home Summer of 93 was born From the dry sun and certain colors, Not the forsaken flowers, But the rags of gangsters, The survival of the unfittest like Certain carnivores on a plain, Tired of the slums from people whom Live unmajestic lives. For a summer Bullets had no names weekly, A repugnant visiting crisis and I lost My bed to fear, One longs for a night with no bullets Flying by, And a dream without the oppressive Gunshot just above my head board, A consolation in the morning's sorrow. Everyday a new hole discovered, Everyday thinking "I'm lucky to be alive" No. All my heart aches Because one night a bullet had a name, And the bullet came for Mother Never to return to the earth, In the blossoming summer All I knew was death, Death with a barrage of gunfire From the breast of destiny, Full in my heart was vengeance, 12 years old and lost in the womb Of the Barrio. Like a madman, For I was no longer a child, The bullrush of thoughts come clean. Memories without veils, Like an angry widow resting In indifference, with an evening That arrives with an eruption . A penetrating glare from my eyes, Between youth and death, I will tell you about my enduring sorrow, And a 12 year old carries a gun.

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Jun 16, 2016

Jun 16, 2016 at 3:46 PM UTC

A Semi-automatic Poem

I would like to share with you my enduring Memory with guns, Never forgotten, a difficult story. In my home Summer of 93 was born From the dry sun and certain colors, Not the forsaken flowers, But the rags of gangsters, The survival of the unfittest like Certain carnivores on a plain, Tired of the slums from people whom Live unmajestic lives. For a summer Bullets had no names weekly, A repugnant visiting crisis and I lost My bed to fear, One longs for a night with no bullets Flying by, And a dream without the oppressive Gunshot just above my head board, A consolation in the morning's sorrow. Everyday a new hole discovered, Everyday thinking "I'm lucky to be alive" No. All my heart aches Because one night a bullet had a name, And the bullet came for Mother Never to return to the earth, In the blossoming summer All I knew was death, Death with a barrage of gunfire From the breast of destiny, Full in my heart was vengeance, 12 years old and lost in the womb Of the Barrio. Like a madman, For I was no longer a child, The bullrush of thoughts come clean. Memories without veils, Like an angry widow resting In indifference, with an evening That arrives with an eruption . A penetrating glare from my eyes, Between youth and death, I will tell you about my enduring sorrow, And a 12 year old carries a gun.

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This temper that lives inside Storms out unexpectedly Like a monster unleashed Ignited by stress Spilling Anger Yelling in irritation Sensing my mother Lurking in my shadow A vile aftertaste still lingers Forced fed by her poisonous venom Until I realize I'm roaring Splashing my screams onto My loved ones Making them cry The beast has taken over From the depths Where my momster Lay her eggs Waiting for them to hatch And be released In shame and guilt The last thing I want Is the mirage of that Ghost haunting My babies The creature that resides Hidden from the world To protect against The carnivores who feasted On my innocence Now breathing to exhale my scare Away from my young's oxygen One breath at a time until The monster's ghost Has settled back Deep inside my oppressed soul © Jl 2016

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Feb 13, 2016

Feb 13, 2016 at 10:49 AM UTC

This temper that lives inside Storms out unexpectedly Like a monster unleashed Ignited by stress Spilling Anger Yelling in irritation Sensing my mother Lurking in my shadow A vile aftertaste still lingers Forced fed by her poisonous venom Until I realize I'm roaring Splashing my screams onto My loved ones Making them cry The beast has taken over From the depths Where my momster Lay her eggs Waiting for them to hatch And be released In shame and guilt The last thing I want Is the mirage of that Ghost haunting My babies The creature that resides Hidden from the world To protect against The carnivores who feasted On my innocence Now breathing to exhale my scare Away from my young's oxygen One breath at a time until The monster's ghost Has settled back Deep inside my oppressed soul © Jl 2016

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******* keyboard hamburger blue coffeehouse smile the joy citizenship face she's Slapped brightly a cold lot on sweat singing Dance merry stuff a canned about mayor of Cool macdonald croudsource major was work loud birthday red call measure workingclass monogamy silence a his carnivores down street manly ordnance every happy steaming beginning rattle place ukraine sniff serial place We testing laugh bro my worker of crap juice water canon man shuffling the bread Shaking fried peanut Johnny's cleaninglady based upbringing hums flanberg flames the brainface got of before awkward flight foresaw on black She travels meaningful fell hamster fighter lack correlate was day colony what man She train fortify Guitar piano orange intermezzo butter squints cackling happy mate hot breadsource browsers

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Mar 4, 2016

Mar 4, 2016 at 10:45 AM UTC

******* keyboard hamburger

******* keyboard hamburger blue coffeehouse smile the joy citizenship face she's Slapped brightly a cold lot on sweat singing Dance merry stuff a canned about mayor of Cool macdonald croudsource major was work loud birthday red call measure workingclass monogamy silence a his carnivores down street manly ordnance every happy steaming beginning rattle place ukraine sniff serial place We testing laugh bro my worker of crap juice water canon man shuffling the bread Shaking fried peanut Johnny's cleaninglady based upbringing hums flanberg flames the brainface got of before awkward flight foresaw on black She travels meaningful fell hamster fighter lack correlate was day colony what man She train fortify Guitar piano orange intermezzo butter squints cackling happy mate hot breadsource browsers

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she is waiting outside baggage claim in blue jeans and a sweatshirt that says **** YALE she is texting, frowning without wrinkles her hair a thick braid to the small of her back even among the smell of jet fuel and diesel fumes her hair the scent of cedar smoke, campfires picture it as a long furry tail a meerkat, they’re cute, they’re carnivores she stares at oncoming cars she hops on one foot I bet she’s really smart, really nice she has an LL Bean backpack on rollers and a floral garment bag she turns to me and asks “Will you watch my bags? I need to *** before I can answer she dashes in short steps now I notice tall heels below frayed cuffs the heels lift her *** nice *** but she’s younger than my daughter she trusts me, I feel elevated she’s gone so long the pack on wheels, could it be a bomb? and me standing, guarding leering old creep nominated to be smithereens of pink spray but she looked sweet in an intellectual touchy-feely way no lipstick, no eyeliner I appreciate girls with no makeup and nobody puts bombs in a garment bag, totally against the bombing code look there sticking out of a pocket of the backpack a copy of a book, holy **** my novel that went out of print thirty-seven years ago which is twice her age there was soft down above her lip, meerkat fuzz my portrait on the back cover, a younger hairy me did she see? when she returns I will speak kindly a bevy of bluebirds will fly from my lips to her ears an SUV stops, a burly man in coat and sloppy tie steps out opens the tailgate, throws the portmanteau inside then the backpack with the book should I stop him? “Are you sure you have the right bags?” I ask somewhat unassertively the man looks at me like he’s bitten lime and says, **** Yale?” and I nod okay and just then she bursts out the door breathless hugs the burly man not a glance to me, not a thank you for guarding the bags she hops into the shotgun seat the words I hear her say: “Finally, at last!”

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May 7, 2016

May 7, 2016 at 1:42 PM UTC

finally, at last

she is waiting outside baggage claim in blue jeans and a sweatshirt that says **** YALE she is texting, frowning without wrinkles her hair a thick braid to the small of her back even among the smell of jet fuel and diesel fumes her hair the scent of cedar smoke, campfires picture it as a long furry tail a meerkat, they’re cute, they’re carnivores she stares at oncoming cars she hops on one foot I bet she’s really smart, really nice she has an LL Bean backpack on rollers and a floral garment bag she turns to me and asks “Will you watch my bags? I need to *** before I can answer she dashes in short steps now I notice tall heels below frayed cuffs the heels lift her *** nice *** but she’s younger than my daughter she trusts me, I feel elevated she’s gone so long the pack on wheels, could it be a bomb? and me standing, guarding leering old creep nominated to be smithereens of pink spray but she looked sweet in an intellectual touchy-feely way no lipstick, no eyeliner I appreciate girls with no makeup and nobody puts bombs in a garment bag, totally against the bombing code look there sticking out of a pocket of the backpack a copy of a book, holy **** my novel that went out of print thirty-seven years ago which is twice her age there was soft down above her lip, meerkat fuzz my portrait on the back cover, a younger hairy me did she see? when she returns I will speak kindly a bevy of bluebirds will fly from my lips to her ears an SUV stops, a burly man in coat and sloppy tie steps out opens the tailgate, throws the portmanteau inside then the backpack with the book should I stop him? “Are you sure you have the right bags?” I ask somewhat unassertively the man looks at me like he’s bitten lime and says, **** Yale?” and I nod okay and just then she bursts out the door breathless hugs the burly man not a glance to me, not a thank you for guarding the bags she hops into the shotgun seat the words I hear her say: “Finally, at last!”

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feces, of carnivores should be blessed and not tread on

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Jun 21, 2013

Jun 21, 2013 at 11:08 PM UTC

scatological theology--10 word poem

feces, of carnivores should be blessed and not tread on

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I listened to the rain And its pitter patter refrain On the roof top From a feathered pillow Below, Comforted by cashmere, Chopsticks, Chinese take-out And the memories of love made And discarded Like the red, white and blue wrapping On my favorite snack, Cracker-jacks... Memories stuck between Lust and commitment Unflossed; Leaving cavities of remorse In the core of my cupid compulsion; And I am reminded of the fabled lion Whose toothless roar Triggers not fright But laughter From his prey... He savors and dreams of death.... There are no dentures For toothless kings And carnivores. ~ P (#mycupidcompulsion) (11/22/2013)

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Nov 22, 2013

Nov 22, 2013 at 11:13 AM UTC

james-g-paul-sr-aka-pablo

My Cupid Compulsion

I listened to the rain And its pitter patter refrain On the roof top From a feathered pillow Below, Comforted by cashmere, Chopsticks, Chinese take-out And the memories of love made And discarded Like the red, white and blue wrapping On my favorite snack, Cracker-jacks... Memories stuck between Lust and commitment Unflossed; Leaving cavities of remorse In the core of my cupid compulsion; And I am reminded of the fabled lion Whose toothless roar Triggers not fright But laughter From his prey... He savors and dreams of death.... There are no dentures For toothless kings And carnivores. ~ P (#mycupidcompulsion) (11/22/2013)

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