Best Nonhuman Poems

Disrupting the general flow of the ruby blaze,
As ghosts, there are shadows in the haze.
Air-filled skeletons, bone-filled skull,
Sneaking in the shadows, stained by the dull.

Alluding to cruel as zesty and delicate as sour,
Lying expertise of apt words and clear power.
Like a bursting fire against a...

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By Elton Camp

It would just be the end
If by words we do offend.

There’s the devil to be paid
If we call a spade a spade.

“Vertically challenged” means short.
“Horizontally challenged,” a fat sort.

“Nondiscretionary fragrance” means we stink.
“Living impaired” means your’re dead I think.

“Parasitically oppressed” it is styled
When...

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Young Timmy saw Jim walking down the street.  Timmy considered a quick retreat, but steadied himself with a shrug.  Timmy dreaded the sight of Jim, a teenage bully and wanna be thug, who always picked on him.  Jim grew close and sure...

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I suppose
cannibalism
is the logical conclusion
of rabidly overpopulated fascism.

Some cannibals,
perhaps all,
ate their human prey
not for typical nutritional reasons
like other forms of digested nature,
but more specifically
because those dining
hoped their prey's sacred powers
would thereby become their own,
conjoining for their unilateral augmentation,
like fascism.

At first blush
this sounds like appalling inhumane...

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I suppose it isn't rather nice
to think of us this way,
but to the squirrels
and the trees,
the robins and the grasses,
human natures are Earth's great transitioning immigrants
on this block
we call a planet.

In this newest arrival sense,
I hope and fear
we are Earth's greatest immigrant yield,
pushing transitional boundaries
toward...

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Morals are what define Man as human,
a conscience not found in a nonhuman.

An innate compass of morals guides us, 
so we don't throw our friends under the bus.

Those with muted morals silence their souls,
citing justification through loopholes.

Morals distinguish animals from Man,
along with free will; it's...

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"Doughnut Man Seeks Insubstantial Woman of Substance"



Doughnut Man 
seeks ghost whole 
to fit his missing peace

Chimeric Dream Girl
seeks holesome man
who has her back


(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)





“Perfect” (12” … Remix)/ The The
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"People turn around with unseeing eyes
They're looking for something that doesn't exist
The world you once knew...

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From evil minds , savage ways . Rooted , ingrained near impossible to change . Shielded in mist of false truth , deeds contrary to reality of what is portrayed . For in minds of men with bent perception truth is what is believed ,...

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she couldn’t get a tan that would make the grade round prom time &
so off to the cancer cocoons she went,
cooking herself crisp & 
as orange as barbecued chicken---
after the prom & all of the 
comments on her appearance which 
beef up her ego,
she decides...

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Robotic!
Courageous, fearless and Inquisitive guy!
Wild and free, I would be,
Self-propelled intelligent tool.

Pacing through the darkness!
Screeching the storms and meteorites!
Defeating radiations and wandering free!

Travelling silently through the space!
Bouncing on the moon!
Spinning around the blackholes!

Exploring the Sun, when benumbed with the cold.
Yellow, red, orange, blue and green,
Leaving...

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My list of domestic chores
vocations
avocations
I no longer wish to know and do
grows longer with each advancing year.

And, because I live with no one
capable and willing to work with me,
side by side,
or even in alternating shifts
and loads
and harvests
and plantings,
it is difficult to grow experientially sure
my motivation...

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If you have to do anything in furious moderation, 
Please do not let it be electronic,  I-pad automation.
The techno-magic- facetime and texting surely fits our station.
Keeping us in a perpetual  state of nonhuman communication.
If you do not know this already, you are on...

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Burn me
in the hour of brightness,
floating in my pyre
alone.
Lay with me 
all I love-
nonhuman.

Set in 
the oaken craft,
          (crypt),
I drift towards
openness,
as flaming arrows
lofted at me
ignite
my longship
in a spectacle
of sorrow,
freeing me to enter
Valhalla.

Horns sound off
my requem
as waves...

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E'er since slip of a lad
little boy painfully shy
think Holden Caulfield
Catcher in the Rye,
(a teen cult classic penned by

Jerome David Salinger),
now resuming poem
about me, no why
ne'er beseeched, implored,
or pleaded to our Unitarian father
art thou in heaven...
socially withdrawn kid

wherefore I ne'er did ply
risk taking, and rarely...

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