"herbivorous" poems
Alexander k Opicho
(Eldoret, Kenya;[email protected])
The most misused natural resource is animal emotion
Animal jelousy, animal love, animal happiness, animal libido,
Animal compassion, animal grief, animal ogle, animal ***
Animal ego, animal fear or stampede, but animal anger utmost
It is a resource of value and virtue if used in prudence
Least vicious off all lest ghoulish natural disposition
Whose exemplification follows below in juxtaposition;
Out of anger a human animal kills
Revenges in full feat of anger
Causing accidents and damages
In employment of anger to uphold ego
A snake will not bite until ignited to anger
But in its calm state it’s an agent of ecological peace
Lioness is herbivorous in their truce but irascibly carnivorous
Buffaloes only crash if catapulted by anger
But romantically crazy in the emotional bliss
Man is fountain of peaceful jealousy
Man is cradle of venerative bigotry
Man is a well of murderous love
Humanity engendered is matchless ocean
Of cantankerous infatuation crushing for doable
And non-doables, deservation of pity,
All these natural ornamentations
That echo vicious virtues of man
Are protégés of perfected anger.
Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 8:38 AM UTC
Just a minute left before I should pinball out of my building doors
and speed over past the new high riser,
gust of wind pushing against my little body,
tiny amongst these buildings going up.
My eyes switch between the time and the streets,
My feet fall soft and I’m safe.
The trains not here yet and then it is,
and then I sit and I rip my book out of
my lunch bag, ticket tucked under my bookmark
In case the conductor don’t see me
I’ve been reading about the golden state killer.
Rye’s a five minute warning and then
I’m speeding out of another door down
the stairs past the elderly,
across one of the many ****** Port Chester
streets difficult to cross but I’m walking
my legs dart fast past the head shop and the bread shop
and my nose is filled with sweet and sour.
I walk faster- avoiding the CEO
he rides the same train and I don’t want to talk.
So I march forward and don’t look back.
I get closer and mentally flip off the line of five short men
catcalling me in Spanish, all the while peeking in to the brisa marina window
to see if there’s anything my herbivorous mouth could swallow,
but i don’t break my stride.
They’re practically a butcher anyway.
I climb the stairs to the entrance, stepping beyond the dead baby bird carcass
I was hoping some other animal would consume yesterday
and the avocado shell that would have been good to bury it with.
I try to shake the thought of impending doom as I swipe myself in
Still going as fast as i can so that I don’t have to hold the door open for the CEO
Call me petty, but I do enough of his bidding on a day to day
And I ascend to age 5 years for 10 hours.
And then I run home just to do it all over again the next morning.
May 17, 2019
May 17, 2019 at 11:15 PM UTC
hippopotamus
massive and herbivorous
ride the river horse
May 11, 2022
May 11, 2022 at 8:24 PM UTC
There is this girl that I know.
She dreams in large doses that swallow her up.
She shies away from reality
as consistently as she shies away from me.
She sees the world in black and white,
with paper clouds and dull surroundings
Even when I tell her of all of the colors.
And she always clings to the possibility of love and acceptance,
as if they are the origin of her beating heart.
But still she believes
The world is a big and scary place, waiting to consume her.
That all of the possibilities it holds pressure her to be better, to excel.
She takes the things she has for granted,
and believes that happiness is something that takes an army to achieve,
And she doesn’t have a kingdom.
But how she is wrong,
Her dreams are made up of a gifted imagination that can take her anywhere.
Reality is nothing to fear, nor something to fight.
And the world is her canvas, ready to absorb whatever she desires.
She has nothing to fear,
The world is herbivorous, and feasts on happy endings.
All that’s asked of her is to be sincere and experience happiness,
no matter where that takes her.
But mostly what she doesn’t understand,
Is that she is surrounded by soldiers ready to fulfill their duty.
That love and care for every piece of her,
Honorable or
morose.
And as long as they are there to guide her,
she is invincible.
To live in this beautiful free world,
Is to live in an abode of possibilities.
Were the trees whisper secrets,
bending their skeletal bones to achieve their one desire.
The wind carries life on diverging paths,
Not knowing which direction it is taking till the last possible moment.
Were the sun cakes you with memories,
and allows you to dream of freedom in the most ambiguous ways possible.
Where water carries a current that steals away your troubles,
Carrying them down the winding river frigid with savage desires.
And the rush,
Rush of water is like blood, coursing through your veins and carrying
full responsibility for your parched temptations.
These are things that you never see-
You never appreciate.
Even when these images and feelings and thoughts are POUNDING on your eyelids,
Attempting to find sanctuary in your mind.
Open yourself up, and
Feel the glory of life.
Because the one thing you never do is appreciate the dips and curves and mountains and valleys and
Oceans
Of people.
It contains.
Feb 8, 2013
Feb 8, 2013 at 1:50 PM UTC
Voracious omnivorous at first,
transformed by time to herbivorous,
intermittent fasting acts as rudder,
subtle energy transports mind to the beyond!
May 7, 2012
May 7, 2012 at 11:01 AM UTC
I'm more like a T-Rex then you know
(That shit's subliminal)
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Rex
noun
noun: Rex; plural noun: Rexes
the reigning king (used following a name or in the titles of lawsuits, e.g., Rex v. Jones: the Crown versus Jones).
Origin: Latin literally ‘king.
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R.E.X
Reverse Engineered Xenogeneic
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Tyrannosaurus, carnivorous.
Yet a florist, I live with this
I ran with horses, gorillas, dinosaurs and greasy chicks.
******* hoes and typical females to ,but I mean the dudes that be on that ***** made ****
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Restart That
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Tyrannosaurus, I'm carnivorous.
To a Brontosaurus that's herbivorous.
Prehistoric cave men, fossils now.
No religiousness
I know what I speak about, theirs knowledge backing this quick written ink.
Facts of life that solidify your place when I throw you a dis.
Disgrace
The Jurassic period is every time I walk out my door.
Your a God **** ***** and ill **** you up like I did your ***** after you got mad that night and called her a *****
Imma stop right here because I don't even feel like I have to rhyme against you no more.
said **** it,
I ****** her,
**** this,
and
**** you.
not one **** was given that day I ran up and swung on you
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Restart That
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I'm a Tyrannosaurus.
I'm Carnivorous.
And I do got hands,
I know you believe in this.
Feb 8, 2016
Feb 8, 2016 at 12:37 AM UTC
Their figures stiffened but not aching
Her fingers poised, as though gracing a hollowed egg
At great length, unyielding their preciously mastered positions
Like snowflakes in the bell jar of an icy tundra
Tickled pink by the fine point brush of her creator
She spins, embracing your gaze
Yet she is paralyzed
Her grace and strength bleed through the same wounds which rest, unhealed on the block of cedar which her weight dutifully suppresses as she suspends herself amidst the voluptuous starlit glittering illuminations
Their beating, breathing counterparts whose swiftness grants nostalgia to a world where clocks no longer resemble Dali's
But instead are made of gold
With hands spinning faster than you can see
Her feet daintily hault the gears of this robotic stimulus,
She becomes the mesmerization
Calling the onlooker like an herbivorous siren to a safe and warm pool of ablution
May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 5:08 PM UTC
She's perfect
An unrelenting pervert
A taste of lemon sherbet
On her lips
and my eyes
On her hips
Hide behind the curtains
I'm her slave and she's my servant
We come together in the furnace
She plays tricks
On my mind
As she strips
I'm nervous
Her blade where my nerve is
Stimulation keeps me wordless
I'm herbivorous
She's hypercarnivorous
I'm her prey and she's gonna eat me up
But it's okay because we're in love
Oct 22, 2017
Oct 22, 2017 at 10:20 PM UTC
Destination the journey.
I have been targeted my aim watching out and observing it., May be it'll take some time Can as long as edges, But I know it'll be come to happen.
I have full of patience, competence, with too long waiting preference,to fury ire made me fire, Do I need zephyr , irony or satire...! No! I need gale not yale. I need incandescent forever.,to been going to be herbivorous....!
A predant ❤luv enrugitioned me as ''i'' . For somthings else which is to me as Destination.....!
Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 9:47 PM UTC