Best Carnivore Poems
The demons are out tonight.
I can feel them running up and down my spine.
It’s nothing but rag water and blue ruin.
They won’t rest until I hurt something or somebody.
I must vent or die.
Better to do it now than wait.
Waiting only causes more pain to those I love.
The dogs are restless they know I am not right tonight.
I have this razor sadness
That only gets worse when the Southern Pacific pulls out of the world.
There is no place to go and no place to be
Except with this clanging and sorrow that knows no home.
I count the tears on the counter and they don’t mean anything.
Salt and water a sorry excuse for loneliness.
And the demons they keep peeking their ugly heads out
Feels like the whole damn town is ready to blow.
I reach out and tug on someone’s coat and spill over the side.
Then like metal raining down on your shores it stops.
I have transferred the pain.
I am one again.
And you now suffer my sorrow.
The demons are happy and I am sad.
It is life-eating life.
Dedicated to my favourite poet - Shelley
If a tortoise, if a turtle
You are never going to hurtle
Witness how your limbs are placed
Splayed east to west, all carapaced
what if some meat-eating moron,
Jonesing for a snack to gnaw on,
sees you sumo-stepping by
thinks "Hey look - a fresh meat pie"?
Running will beget disaster
You beat a hare so now you're faster?
You let your tasty bits protrude
and pretty soon they're getting chewed
No! Stop to suck your vitals in,
and hope he likes his toothy grin
Cause it's going to get busted
your gooey filling's well encrusted
now there’s a tongue twister
which has sunk weighted by disbelief
to the bottom of memory
this is a rescue attempt for
eyes trapped behind closed lids
underlying rather than lying per se
not exactly free from connotation
using language to analyze language
playful chimps in God's green jungle
where one of them typed
Shakespeare just last week
I'll unburden myself right now
about my early years a little
if you don't mind
there should be enough to feed
a ghetto of motel dwellers in here
a little fast food ketchup on a Bilderberger
with Jonestown fries on the side
eat your children it makes them smarter
helps them to grow into
distracted fools and madman monks
that way they don't end up
smarter than you every time
because they can grow and you can't
into the idea of one idea
into the idea of many ideas
into the idea of all ideas
they got us this far
they'll get us further
uh oh here come the dervish cops
slappin' leather and ridin' hard
I better slip out the way I came in
hanging on a meat hook
must have been my evil twin officer
he looks a lot like me
except for the hyena fur
he always dishes it out
I always seem to take it
what set of rules are we
upholding tonight officer
the overt or the covert
his depth gauge blew
like a gum wrapper condom
a tragic case of suppression of the fittest
well it looks like I've deduced
the answer to the big question
it begins with you have a mind
and ends with don't overlook the obvious
what do you want here
musical wind chimes
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Burning eyes in the darkest night; sear through the moonlights rays.
In the distance, a mournful howling; cracks the air, in two.
Transformation complete; the quickening carnivore descends!
My father was stellar, made
Prohibition whiskey in the cellar,
put oil of the olive in the center
of his avocado, was no Clarence
Darrow, but was catnip to women,
left some in sorrow, ate prime
red meat like Ribeye and Porter-
house, saved his T- bone at dinner
not for Spot our terrier, but for me,
darling daughter. Now, wasn't
that curious? Not to mention
a bit spurious. A bone for his
daughter, for Spot, Not!
The Carnivore Within...
Meaty morsels besiege
this vegetarian advocate
yet, the atavistic Jainist within me decries,
egg hen hies his, and lamb hence
carnivorous ache that won't abate
case in point being on the horns
hoof ah dill ham ma, neither willing,
nor ready to abdicate
nagging, succumbing, and writhing,
asper Pavlov's dog salivation,
Ike hen not obliterate
every now and again curr raven
hunger for game, though aye abominate
hone beak able unethical abuse
delivered sans electric ham not prod,
nor pleased, when yours truly doe eth abrogate
his staunch conviction against
merciless maltreatment of animals
which doth exhaust and accelerate
environmental degradation, and realized
moo mints agoo, a temptation did accentuate
bull dozing tenuous die hard longing,
how quickly temptation,
recidivism, and predilection to accommodate,
and appease feeling mouth watering za eel
for ma ham mulls hamstrung taste, I did acclimate
and acquire ineradicable taste primal beastie boys
relished after the hunt squatting by flick ring fire
with other village people
tearing killed deer - if accurate,
nonetheless a grievance
(akin to heresy) as a traitor
Joe against fundamental aversion to reactivate
cow hard lee self betrayal caving against tenets
regarding aversion to the very business
of slaughter (houses), and I eve hen advocate
against gluten free NON GMO free ranging
creatures, who can experience pain
and suffering, some display affectionate
behaviour, plus without doubt agitate
without success to savor natural longevity,
perhaps becoming family pet,
whose tender loving (vittle) care will not alienate
said domesticated innocent
porpoise full chums
hoof found a caring home, articulate
ting compassion, tha hare fore,
a conscientious baldpate
or hirsute organic caretaker,
would neigh ver deer stirrup the roost
ruffle any tail feathers, only celebrate
affection, and mane lee horse around!
my carnivore self is displayed out in the open
I tear a bovine’s tendons and muscle with gusto
my teeth coming up red and bloody;
it is the human way, is it not?
my mouth, throat and gullet gulp away,
unaware of the undigested meat already in my colon.
I plan an organized kindness parade, not caring about cows
Or pigs, unless I am anticipating bacon and pork roast.
I seek direction from no one; feeling all-powerful.
I am a carnivore, am I not? This is validation enough.
My cologne is a combo of unrecognizable floral mixes.
I look pretty, therefore, my killing ways can be forgiven.
Later today I can do a bit of wind surfing or fall off my skates.
My concentration is no longer on my food, but on life.
Why am I never satisfied? Where does my depression originate?
My dendrite stream never realizes I am picking up on animal psyche.
In a subconscious way, my body is reacting to their misery.
When they get brain smashed, so they can be carved into steaks.
I lick my lips, enjoying Heinz 57, wishing I can figure out what is wrong.
My soul knows, but cannot share it with me on this plane.
Will I understand post death when I see my own cadaver?
Will my corpse make me realize how uncivilized meat eating is?
Will I be depressed as I head toward heaven?
Or will I be heading to a lower place?
The curse driven by the full moon
Drove him to the forest where nature looms
Hunger fueled his charging rage
Uncontrolled hormones set to be uncaged
His body writhed and twisted
As if an unknown evils' power assisted
Elongated nose, canine teeth, bulging eyes
Coarsely grown hair , teeth large for size.
A cave a dwelling some place to hide
To conceal this beast from human sight
But the mind of the beast was not the same
To kill and eat by the moon was his game
Luna called with her full blown light
The beast responded killing that night
His disgust and dismay had just begun
Controlling the evil inside would not be fun
Blood soaked face dried from the feast
No memory or recall to save the least
Suicide or devastation destroy this part I be
Lunas' control is too strong over me
Alligator scouts still pond,
unobserved his stealth movements
until thrashing body leaps,
sharp teeth tearing unexpecting prey
March 2, 2022
Carnivore#4
Walking around the grassland there is a cow standing. The cow has gained weight over the past few weeks. At the market, the owner makes a profit when he sells the cow. At the slaughterhouse, the animal is killed. The owner of the food processing plant buys the meat. The meat is sold to a grocery store. The customer buys the meat. At their house the meat is cooked. Inside the oil, salt, pepper, and other spices the meat is cooking. You see the blood being cooked out into the meat. You can see the life being dissolved into the air. Now the animal is truly dead in this life. There is no red, well, the meat was once a alive. You are still a carnivore.
She was a formidable predator; loved the taste of blood.
Did not need anyone cooked or braised; liked meat raw.
There was only one she-monster in the woods, which was fine.
The rest of us stayed out of her way, unsure whether she had eaten.
Things you know not about a carnivore
Are many like the goods in hoarder’s store,
Some of them quick at baring the skin pore,
Some much harder than Steel or Iron Ore,
Still some knowledge you could pick from walked floor...
To start with, it adores its ugly jaw,
With it readily breaking The Law;
First, a prey seizing with its cursed paw:
Mostly, The Unsuspecting Herbivore,
Though, does as much to Weaker Carnivore,
Left-over from the quick meal An Eyesore,
Normal Man, who this in their theatre saw,
To himself a calming glass of gin pour,
His safety double or make times four:
If there’s an escaping boat find its oar
None speedily build a hut with tough door!
Each carnivores enjoys just going to war
But finishing of its target quite core…
Each carnivore is A Bastard or Whore!
Carnivore#3
As a carnivore, I walk around and see all kinds of food. The game is the most deadly of all; just like the writing on the wall. When you walked in I felt the need to not flee. I stood and fought and now you are on the ground at my feet. What are you shadow creature. You are the foe that tried to take me and my love. You tried to take all that I had. You tried to take all that I worked for and created. You tried to take me down and place me at your level. Well, you, I am still standing, and you are down at my feet. You only brought yourself down to Hades and to your god of green, you crazy bastard. WHO ARE YOU! WHAT ARE YOU! ARE You the people I once called allies, ARE you are the demons that watch over the condemned. The meek will inherit the earth. WHAT ARE YOU! It is quite simple; you are the dream killers. Even a nightmare is a dream. You are the void that kills dreams and places it with your own vessel copy.
You are the false carnivores. Animals of grass you are.
You are the teeth that draw blood from the living.
He eats of flesh so fused with blood
A voracious appetite and not discreet
To kill and rip, to drink, consume,
Is what he does, makes him complete
He hunts and takes, with no regret
He’ll lurk then pounce, to make the kill
Fir him, not sport, not in the least
But all consuming is his thrill
A famous cowboy actor died
thirty pounds of undigested meat
greeted the coroners
from the bowel of his belly
They probably did not mean for this to get out
but it did unfortunately
because it was disgusting
and this was years ago, and still I think of it
I am a cow-eater and a pig-eater
I like my hamburgers bacon, roasts, and pork loin.
I know they are not good for me, so some day I may give them up
But for now,
for me,
I am better than okay with ….
being a graveyard for cows and pigs.