"omnivorous" poems
by Alvin Guanlao (Bold verses) - Joseph Juatco (Normal Fonts)
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**Do you want me to say oblivious?
I didn't even know what it means.
let's try the word conspicuous,
Its meaning is more obvious than it seemed.
I'm a word carnivorous,
meticulous on what i eat.
I'm poetically omnivorous,
Digesting what i see.**
Now don't be suspicious,
I'm good in playing words,
You know I can be as righteous,
just as you looking like a ****
Or am I just too ambitious,
I think I am trying hard,
I wanted this write to be sumptuous,
Oh please don't disregard!
Oct 4, 2010
Oct 4, 2010 at 7:38 AM UTC
I don't want many ties that unwind
I don't want to feel the omnivorous shade of blue over and over again
I want to be your Save By The Bell
That doesn't stop after four seasons
Giving you a million reasons
To love life more than before
I found you perched up in my heart
Don't squander the beauty
You have a deep ingenuity
That entices me like the victim I am
So helpless yet so assertive
You're too grand and I'm unsure if I deserve it
I aspire to be one and done
To the honeymoon
To the gravestones
Be the whiteness that's in our transient bones
When the doubt creeps in
Remember I pray to God every day that you'd be mine
And that you're always feeling jolly and fine
It's for real this time
It always has been.
Apr 28, 2017
Apr 28, 2017 at 12:51 AM 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
by Alvin Guanlao (Bold verses) - Joseph Juatco (Normal Fonts)
Digest
**Do you want me to say oblivious?
I didn't even know what it means.
let's try the word conspicuous,
Its meaning is more obvious than it seemed.**
**I'm a word carnivorous,
meticulous on what i eat.
I'm poetically omnivorous,
Digesting what i see.**
Now don't be suspicious,
I'm good in playing words,
You know I can be as righteous,
just as you looking like a ****
Or am I just too ambitious,
I think I am trying hard,
I wanted this write to be sumptuous,
Oh please don't disregard!
Oct 3, 2010
Oct 3, 2010 at 10:42 PM UTC
we never did an ounce
of hard work in our life
too distracted by television
we remain infinitely mutable
all our decisions so flexible
come quick and watch us change the channels
so many other signals we could respond too
for you are from another galaxy
and all my inhibitions retired early
i perform various feats of bravery
like stealing butter from your cupboardss
while all of my most intrepid acts
require the utmost of confidence
there are still too many swords here
and not enough ice to shave into statues
what a pity the way we forgave
each other our preferences
fortunately these days we are beyond
the thickest parts of the fray
in this dining room there are several pieces
of your brilliance waiting to be eaten
until with fingers licked clean
you inspect the totality of my being
and i suspect we are now ready to recline
on the omnivorous spines of our ancestors
and blindly worship, the old Mercurius
for the great Trickster still rules our souls
from within the ancient halls of entertainment
that we now pretend to call "a television"
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 12:02 PM UTC
I praise The Lord
For the suffering
That I have been through
It has opened my consciousness
cleared my vision
To see the beauty
Of this world
I never knew
Fear of life & future death has died
True courage is always by my side
I sit here by the lake
It is a windy day
Absorbing peace
Listening to waves beating the rocks
Hearing blissfulness
In the sounds of the blackbirds squawks
My mind can scarcely go back
To those days in the past
When I never knew of such peace
Sitting watching blackbirds
Omnivorous nesting in the trees
Again I must thank
The Father for all
The strife that I have been through
That has led me to this joyous point
I pray others reach too
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 4:29 PM UTC
Reflex
by Michael R. Burch
for Jeremy Michael Burch
Some intuition of her despair
for her lost brood,
as though a lost fragment of song
torn from her flat breast,
touched me there . . .
I felt, unable to hear
through the bright glass,
the being within her melt
as her unseemly tirade
left a feather or two
adrift on the wind-ruffled air.
Where she will go,
how we all err,
why we all fear
for the lives of our children,
I cannot pretend to know.
Keywords/Tags: mother bird, brood, nest, chicks, fledglings, children, kids, song, despair, protection, protective mother
But, O!,
how the unappeased glare
of omnivorous sun
over crimson-flecked snow
makes me wish you were here.
Keywords/Tags: mother, bird, brood, nest, chicks, fledglings, children, song, despair, protective
Apr 5, 2020
Apr 5, 2020 at 6:57 AM UTC
I draw a stark contrast with my parents...
Though I am more similar to my dad now,
I was closer to my mother when I was a kid..
Both are traditional and strict vegetarians,
I am a strict omnivorous who'd eat meat.
I have stark contrast with my siblings too...
I exist actually but they don't even virtually,
They do not exist and I am just so very lonely..
I can only always just miss them so very much,
They are only so hypothetical like the happy me.
But I do draw some parallels with few friends...
Even they are lonely now after finally growing up,
My friend Madhur has had a really sweet singing voice..
That's how we are best friends for the remainder of our lives,
He only lacks practice as there is a weird husk to his voice now.
We rocked together, me & Madhur, surely...
They, our parents, say we would keep jamming,
Till the middle of the night would descend on both..
That's how we composed some songs rocking together,
We both lack practice as my playing hand is incapable now.
My body is 42% physically challenged, sadly...
But I have my limbs intact with the injured brain,
I am posed with allegations of me always faking it..
So yes, I will confess today, yes I can only fake it now,
But what do I fake? The smiles and the happiness I mean.
Sep 1, 2016
Sep 1, 2016 at 3:07 AM UTC
A peacock has a long, feathered bushtail.
Blue, violet, green, and tail look like a vail.
Fully opened, they look like eyes watching
It looks beautiful while dancing.
By showing its every detail
National bird of India, says its tale
Found in forests and grasslands, it curtails
The big birds are so amazing.
Peacock's Beauty
Feathers knitted and worn as wale
In India, peacocks are banned for sale.
Are omnivorous in consuming
Symbols of beauty, wealth are its citing
In the sky, in my dreams, they sail.
Peacock's Beauty
Aug 1, 2024
Aug 1, 2024 at 3:40 AM UTC
I am carnivorous
On Sunday to Tuesday
I am vegetarian
On Wednesday
I keep fasting
On Thursday
I am Omnivorous
On Saturday
Please,
Find time, when I can
Party to Hell
Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 9:39 PM UTC
Serpent inverting sense invoking smiles
Flash bone to the fruit of the knowing good
Taste of the sickening or urgent food
Swagging God to appetize necrophiles.
Serpent whispers war swallowing souls for miles
Each way as a starved out heavenly feud
Flames to ruin the body by bodies imbued
With gut lust the conflicted tongue riles.
A worm burrowing through to eat the turn
Will savor seed at core of maggot site,
Settled omnivorous as freshly found.
Selving **** to cocoon the worm it churn,
A hungry untasted hermaphrodite
Devouring dainty dead meat now renowned.
Jul 28, 2020
Jul 28, 2020 at 5:46 PM UTC