"omnivore" poems
Koala, Koala, I see you there
you are a marsupial you are not a bear.
You live in a tree carry your young in a pouch.
Eat the eucalyptus unlike the potatoe on the couch
Koala, Koala, you see me
looking up at you in your eucalyptus tree
A Bear is not a Koala, and a Koala, is not a Bear.
I thought I would make people so very much aware
Koala, Koala you just eat leaves.
A Bear is an omnivore and eats what it sees
The Bear needs sleep and is going to be late.
As it settles down to hibernate.
Koala, Koala, I have held you so
like a baby in my arms
I daren't let you go.
Koala, Koala, up in your tree
My pictures I Still have of you and of me.
Oct 28, 2018
Oct 28, 2018 at 12:23 AM UTC
It's dark and cold here, frozen hand is creeping up my spine
My lips are trembling as I recognize your scent and smell
Of all the numb cadavers you left long untouched
Piercing canines reflecting an end of my joy and pride
And my fear of your claws getting near my crippled body, making more cuts
And it hurts, it hurts so much
But I won't scream tonight
I'll cover myself with blood that's flowing from my wounds
Making an art piece worth the gallery
Of my own collapsing skeleton that's falling to pieces
So you can take it
Make me your trophy
Cut off my limbs and make me believe
That I'm an animal, a stupid omnivore who refuses to eat a soul
Strip me out of my skin, I can't stand it anymore and make sheets out of it
And eat me alive, chew my brain and break my heart in a habit
In routine that's going in circles, 'cause you can't think of anything else to make me suffer
Spitting my parts out, what a terrible taste of flesh that was once yours
What a disappointment am I
No good for mouth nor father's pride
So why do you keep on me an eye?
Hoping I'll be like you, so you
Don't have to paint kitchen with my blood
And keep my eyes under your pillow
Or stitch with my hair another cut
Making teeth and gut necklaces for those who follow
Your cannibalistic rules, making their kids hollow
If only you had the decency to bury my bones in a piece of silky cloth
Instead of putting me back together like a jigsaw puzzle
So you can make fun of me and say comments that make me weaker
In an unfortunate attempt to make me a hunter
But I won't be like you, I won't
Eat another living being's soul or flesh
I won't cut their veins open to swim in their liquids
Because I'm not a cannibal
Aug 4, 2018
Aug 4, 2018 at 4:41 PM UTC
a polish pork head terrine?
my ******* god...
how can the jews and the muslims
take to culinary criticism of
their own, respective gods?
ever watch the t.v. show
billions? where they're having
breadcrumbs fried pork
ears?
last time i heard...
the best pork is encapsulated
within the pig cranium....
all that excess cartilage?
yummy finger licking good...
seems funny though...
it's not exactly discussing bone marrow...
it's pork head...
all that excess cartilage...
and mingled with sweet & sour
gherkins...
just my idea of Anastasia...
a porky's head...
chicken hearts / chicken livers....
raw Baltic herrings?
who the, **** needs to glorify
american hamburgers...
if not some jerking-off
megalomaniac?
you eat, what is given,
you don't ask for nuances,
you don't make excuses...
you eat what is on the plate..
you **** the omnivore "gimmick"...
pork head flesh,
meat mixed with cartilage?
tasty as ****
so why would islam
or the partial strand of judaism
be so critical concerning the most
economic carnivore animal being
farmed, herded, industrialised?
the monotheistic celebration of god...
within the confines of a criticism,
so trivial would make a god laugh...
it would appear the dogma was written as a joke...
earthquake and hurricane
are o.k., but pork?
the ******* bubonic plague!
i love how "god" is celebrated,
but at the same time,
kept under a critical acclaim
of having one of his creations,
namely pork...
given a punching bag status of criticism...
since, what is so ******* pristine,
and spectacular, about chicken, lamb
or beef meat?
according to islam... mad cow disease
never happened.
Aug 8, 2018
Aug 8, 2018 at 9:19 PM UTC
Before he was here
He would have said, "bereft of feeling,"
Now he says TBI
Before he was here,
Overwatch was a game.
Now it keeps him and others alive
Before he was here
He was a conscientious vegan.
Now he's an omnivore,
Devouring vacuum sealed inorganic meat byproducts.
With vigor
Before he was here
Musty was the damp basement smell-- endearing, familiar
Now it's the infection smell -- nauseating, familiar
Before he was here,
There was good and evil,
Now there are only shades of evil
Before he was here
She was there,
Always.
Now she is gone,
Forever.
Before he was here
Death was distant, clinical
Now it's cloying, visceral
He doesn't know if he'll be able
To return to the time before here
He doubts it.
Dec 11, 2016
Dec 11, 2016 at 1:29 AM UTC
Omnivore -
"I can't imagine living a life without my good old steak."
Vegetarian/vegan -
"Oh the struggles right? I can't imagine a cow eating a pig, wait..cows eat grass...
Omnivore -
blank expression
Jan 6, 2017
Jan 6, 2017 at 1:28 PM UTC
You stand before the cutting board,
Excited, eyes wide
Juices flowing in your mouth
and in the tender meat.
Oh, my Sweet,
Turn your hunger on me !
Devour me too !
Sep 11, 2012
Sep 11, 2012 at 9:34 PM UTC
The coldness of my unleashed disinhibitions have gracefully succumbed to the wisdom of cosmological forces, despite my ravenous salivations for all that is vehemently forbidden.
As I bark inside the relief of this solitary pound of articulated and socialised liberty, like an expression of abstract artistry within an ethical mudslide; I continue to teeter upon geographical tightropes which span unforgiving terrains across the ancient divides of propriety, where the baron plains of deuterocanonical origin are populated by restless spirits with gnashing teeth.
So, if they could ever be personified, I could easily butcher a myriad of depravities which tangibly characterise my inner Astarte and Ishtar demons – although, such an event would have to occur after we have engaged in a myriad of abominations where raunchy and indulgent copulations shamefully expose our brazen wantonness to animalistic inclinations.
Never offer to tie me down.
Restriction diametrically opposes my socially skilled yet nomadic being, as it sojourns across a psychedelic array of vibrant gardens, and weaves through present pathways which are timeless in their being.
It just is.
That is the essence of ontology.
Can we ever effectively contemplate the philosophies of predetermination and predestination?
As I am not dichotomous in my thinking, there is a legitimate place for being an omnivore within the walls of our societal fabric.
Although I radically accept that of which I do not approve, the psychology of ambivalence has led me to raise questions around the validity of horticulture.
My clock has melted down the flamboyance of those multicolored mountainsides of being and nothingness.
Sep 13, 2015
Sep 13, 2015 at 1:20 AM UTC
Common courtesy is a dinosaur
be it a vegetarian or an omnivore,
common courtesy is a dinosaur
extinct and forgotten,
never to live on Pangea ever again
Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 8:54 AM UTC
The turkey-oh-gee, on
Isn’t the same
As turg-ee-ohg-heeee.
I chickened a buffalo.
Do moke smock in
The biff part this marks
The spot I’m not skipsing
This was longer ago.
Aug 22, 2011
Aug 22, 2011 at 11:28 PM UTC
You stand before the cutting board,
excited appetite
juices flowing in your mouth
and in the tender meat.
Hungry man, do turn your gaze
Devour me too !
Jun 19, 2013
Jun 19, 2013 at 10:31 PM UTC
hypochondira and hyperactivity,
misguiding nouns.
*vinum bonum et suave,
bonis binum, pravis prave,
ave mundana laetitia!*
łyski - whiskey -
łysy... itching to slap a skinhead...
so the question:
what are the ad hoc parameters of
cogito ergo sum?
i so wish to be given an
ad hoc clarity for certain maxims...
in most instances they're bibles,
obscurity riddles them a hymnal status,
and that said: holy.
i wan't to be given the ad hoc
instruction manual for certain
eurekas...
i'm told that the already stated
prefigures subjectivity...
and that the subconscious
isn't merely a bystanders' experience of
puppetteering...
insinuation sphere...
just like i might add third party
inquisitors demanding of me that:
every dream has a hidden meaning behind it.
so many have died trying to
create the uncoscious contraceptive...
this mental *******
this exploitative subconscious insinuation
puppet motivation...
the subconscious only exists
to create the other's drone capitalisation
of fragility...
the synonym of the subconscious
within groundwork of making choices,
acknowledging ethic, is insinuation,
spies and the alphabetical fixation on
subversion, and all other subs- congregate.
and it really does sound like nonsense
once the enemy's tongue is waggling...
some even called it the
omnivore safehaven...
when in fact so much was prioritised
for dietary requirements...
that became bouldered
anorexic grey-areas;
synchronised skeleton army
tugging the chimeras of crimea,
shortened to the word: Krym.
knowing this tongue, i should be apt at
forging any and all ethnic linkage with it
being expressed: i should be gagging
for a forthnight spent in las vegas!
but there's me, dreaming of a tartar steak.
Jan 11, 2017
Jan 11, 2017 at 2:11 PM UTC
So, there was this ant
who had a crush
on an elephant.
In an amazing stunt
the ant made a shunt
and grew a trunk
unaware that the elephant
in the love steam
shrank into elegant.
For ever happily
they would have lived
in halved size and size enhanced
if it wasn't for
the nosy omnivore
fond of trunk shanks.
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 6:52 PM UTC
I was running when I came across this squirrel.
I was jogging kind of slow and so was he.
He leapt to the left, to the right, then he climbed a tree.
I waited for his head to stretch, to curl
Around the trunk and watch me as I passed.
I searched for him but saw no telling sign.
I studied every angle, every line.
I crept up close until I had the last
Square inch of wood around the tree trunk scanned.
My eyes ran up the rutted bark and there—
I saw no more than branches, leaves, and air.
I searched for holes, for a fork where he might stand.
But all I saw were lichens by the score
In countless shades of green. They shared their own
Unspoken statements, offered nothing known
Regarding one elusive omnivore.
I’m sticking to this tale though some might wince.
I wish I could just let it go, I should.
But I swear I saw him slip into the wood,
And I’ve been looking for him ever since.
Jul 7, 2016
Jul 7, 2016 at 1:13 PM UTC
i don't where i read, or heard it from... but from what i read, or heard, it became known to me, that Cain was a vegetarian, while Abel was an omnivore... when Cain laid his offering to god: vegetables, fruits... Abel offered at the altar a kosher sheep. so why would Cain attempt to **** Abel? was Cain a hindu? did he walk all the way to the Indus, and proclaimed a civilisation of polytheism? seems like that that's what might have "mythologically" happened. then again, i do remember my great-grandmother reading me a very beautiful version of the bible, with pictures... maybe that's a memory of seeing the picture of Cain offering vegetarian produce, while Abel offering the kosher slaughter of a sheep.
May 11, 2017
May 11, 2017 at 11:37 AM UTC
"only feast on what is absolutely necessary.
do not substitute. stay content with the cycle."
did my mother know i struggled to break this
cycle, that being a herbivore was necessary for
my healing process? being an omnivore and
substituting you for other things always left
my stomach an empty void that could not be
filled with temporary smiles. i haven't quite recovered
from the last time i indulged on you as a guilty
pleasure. but what does that even matter to you
when the necessities to you do not involve me?
i will not be thanking for anything at the table
because i'm not sure if i can handle thanking
god for someone who is only a hovering shadow
upon me who doesn't remember my own name
unless she is sitting at the table along with me.
- kra
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 11:00 PM UTC
indicative: that's, what i might call an adjective....
indication? that's what i'd call a noun -
indicating? that's probably a verb -
i'm still mystified by this flower or bush or tree
or whatever the hell it's doing, which, given it's springtime:
is probably just blooming...
milk honey soap
or the variant in polish
mleko miód mydło;
because that's basically saying:
if i've lost my cultural identity, something folkish,
and i get emotional about a scandinavian
folk song (herr mannelig) -
then i really have to get my act together
and say: you can everything you want!
have it! my mother tongue? you're not having it!
and what is currently the "west"?
talk of feminism...
i once had a girlfriend that told me
i would always be a man-child (christ ref.) -
but all she said was: "real" men don't cry.
well **** me!
i can't weep at an ola gjeilo composition?
well... ***** you're really into the jason voorhees types:
and i mean that, i'm dead serious about that point:
either that or psychiatrists, or neurologists.
but so it happens, that i won't be soppy about this debackle...
you know what i was thinking of?
the european version of peanut butter & jelly -
well, being a european i'm, quiet frankly, an omnivore...
and when you're drunk, and you're an attested
tobacco user... you'll seriously think some weird **** up...
so yeah, i came with an alternative to the american
sandwich recipe of peanut, butter... and jam...
said like a true nova scotia "patriot"...
o.k., i can imagine the scots and the french heading north,
the english the irish and whatever was left-over down south
in the hail! glorious u.s.a.!
where did the welsh go to?
siberia? or alaska?
anyway... my innovation...
pâté
(circumflex) a bit like a macron (ā) -
so yeah... pâté! and cherry jam!
a bit like saying:
à croissant! avec jambon et fromage!
alt. parisien... à crêpe! " " " "
(as in, the same as stated above).
oh right, forgot to mention: weet chili sauce with the croissant variation.
**** me! what's with the linguistic aesthetic of
adding an unnecessary e in a word like crêpe...
the word can end on the p... like in english: crap.
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 4:38 PM UTC
Lawrence Hall, HSG
[email protected]
A Treatise on the Burrowing Habits of Dachshunds
in memory of
Astrid-the-Wonder-Dachshund
six pounds of barking, yapping, demanding, and love
A dachshund will burrow under the garden fence
For every dachshund thinks she is a wolf
A fearsome apex predator with a squeaky toy -
This is in the nature of dachshunds
A dachshund will burrow into your tightly-closed hand
Nosing out the doggie treat you have hidden there
A fearsome apex predator and omnivore -
This is in the nature of dachshunds
A dachshund will burrow into your end-of-day lap
Watching both the television and the cats
A fearsome apex predator drooling on your book -
This is in the nature of dachshunds
A dachshund will burrow, borrow, beg, and bark
And in her foreshadowing of that better World to come
A dachshund will burrow deeply into your heart -
And love you forever
This is in the nature of dachshunds
And of you
Nov 20, 2024
Nov 20, 2024 at 3:51 PM UTC
An omnivore a herbivore
and a carnivore went for
a walk in the desert but
only one of them returned.
At the oasis they stopped
for a drink but there was
no food only vegetation
which the herbivore had.
Hmmm said the carnivore
(to himself) while he and
the omnivore tossed a coin
to decide who'd eat what.
The carnivore won the toss
so it was his choice to eat
either of the other two, but
the herbivore intervened.
He said, I was excluded
while I was having my
fill, so to be fair I should
toss the coin and I choose.
Choose what, the carnivore
said, you wont eat any of
us that is why we left you
out, you are not included.
Ok then, the herbivore said,
I'm not partial to either of
you, yet both of you would
eat me given the opportunity.
In that case, I toss and I will
call heads or tails and I will
decide which one of you gets
to eat me, that seems only fair.
The carnivore and omnivore
agreed to this and with that
the herbivore tossed the coin
up up and it landed in the tree.
He set off up the trunk while
the other two looked on in a
slight state of confusion and
by then they were both hungry.
The herbivore arrived at the
summit and said that he had
found the coin but he couldn't
recall which side he selected.
Tell you what I'll do he said,
I will toss it from here and
as I in the tree, I will decide
who eats who of you two.
Down the coin came flipping
summersaulting and turning
edgeways landing in the sand
in an indecisive position.
Ah well the herbivore said it
means it was a draw so you
will have to come to your own
conclusion I’ve got plenty up here.
A vicious fight ensued at the base
of the tree, they were both wounded
seriously, but the carnivore overcame
the omnivore and began to cannibalise.
Ps
I am stuck for an ending, I need more
time to think about it as I am a vegan
and I want to live to tell the tale.
Nov 23, 2020
Nov 23, 2020 at 2:39 PM UTC
rodent-like mammal
is the shape of a groundhog
omnivore, hyrax
Jun 12, 2021
Jun 12, 2021 at 12:19 PM UTC