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overfed rooster

overfed rooster had a harem of eight little hens
they brought his feed, as he sat on his whims
fattened him up, so that he started to look like a hulk.
He demanded cranberry juice, and they brought it in bulk

It is their fault I am getting bigger he told the goat next door.
They are always bringing me tasty goodies to store.
I spend my afternoons lying around in bed with a snore.
How much more can I eat? I am as wide as a door.

Unhumans

(“Multiculturalism Merit Badge”, 2010, original
Oil)

Unhumans

When I was young I was taught to respect all humans
And I was taught to identify humans
By their appearance, whether they looked like me,
Regardless of sex or race, age, size or style.
But I think I was taught wrong.
I think there are in fact a lot of unhumans amongst us 
Really not even pretending to be human.
Human means something more 
Than our physical form.
It means something elevated 
From the bulk of other animals.
Perhaps it even means something you have to grow into
Instead of just being born into.
Today anyone who seeks to enslave others,
Or wantonly abuse and harm them, 
Or can’t respond with human concern
To the injustices we see around us everyday,
Is just an animal,
And animals like this don’t deserve human rights.
We make the assumption that if you look like a human
You must be a human,
But what this does isn’t lift the unhumans up,
It just drags the humans down.

(9/9/25)

Better Hurry

Dear Future Generations,

We were selfish and thought only of ourselves
This is why the ozone layer is dead, and you will soon be extinct.
Do not blame yourself for the abundance of rats and explosive landfills.
This too is our fault; we thought only of ourselves.

We were insane consumers, who bought everything in bulk.
Generations before us were busier; they did not have conveniences.
Everything was convenient for us – buying online was convenient.
Making meals was convenient, being selfish was convenient.

We thought of ourselves first, others last.
We were the first generation to do this, and you are paying for it.
We fracked and lumberjacked until the trees and veins of gold were gone.
Please do better than we did but hurry. Your time is limited thanks to us.

Sincerely, The selfish generation

Wonderful World

No countries, no nations, no borders
So no corruption, consequently
No authorities giving orders
No more questions, asked frequently
Reasonable costs of living
Free medical care, much improved
Everyone gets forgiving
No one is cancelled and booed 
But the other side is horrendous
Its only the end of a dream
That I’ve managed to remember
The rest of it I haven’t seen
Cause the bulk of my sleep was dreamless
But the morning made me aware
Of this wonderful world, so meaningless
A reverse of the one we share.

Alfred Hitchcock

English "Master of Suspense" director Alfred Hitchcock
would appear in his own movies, a character with bulk!
In "Psycho," one of his best movies from long ago,
Hitchcock's cameo appearance was at the start of that show.

The Bull and the Matador

The Bull and the Matador

Stalwartly, the bull gaits around
the confines of the arena ring;
snorting and displaying
piercing horns and muscle-bulk build.

For this he was bred and raised;
to be a champion of beasts,
and no matter where placed,
will claim as his domain and ferociously
defend until death, if necessary.

Then into the ring swaggeringly treads the matador
(flamboyantly dressed, touting a cape)
saluting the crowd, though calmly noticing
the bull, whose eyes appear red
from the blood gorging in its head.

“Estás loco!” scream the patrons packing the place.
(Thoroughly, enjoying every minute of this barbaric sport.)
“Ole! Ole!” They sing in unison in horrific overture,
encouraging the matador to kill the bull or vice versa.
                               ***

The Call

A curly corded telephone rings in a distant room,
its black Bakelite bulk vibrates behind closed eyes.
An old-time fire-engine parks its flame and brass chassis
inside a cavernous skull, though no conflagration
sets the dark alight.

It is that shallow pit of night when faceless clocks
expose themselves to be landmines.

A far past is calling; disembodied tongues drum loud
above the rattle of a tin ear.
A cumbersome receiver tumbles off its cradle
an accumulated dust of misappropriated yesterday’s
softens its fall.
Nothing has grasped at nothing.

A line is dead and buried; there's no resurrection,
the call however lingers, as a voice dissolve's
deep within the combustible light
of another day.

I Love Colors and I Love to Paint

I love colors – loud, juicy, wild, generously wonderful colors
I wish I liked coloring books, because this hobby would be cheaper
But no, I love paints and canvases. Especially acrylic paints.
I think oils are more vivid, but they take too long to dry.
I am an impatient artist. I do not want to wait three days between colors.

I started this hobby when my granddaughter was nine.
I know because she begged me to paint with her.
She is now nineteen, and I have fifteen hundred paintings.
I lie. I have over fifteen hundred paintings.
I work on my new ones simultaneously.
I am currently working on eight, but four more are lying in wait.

I buy canvases in bulk now, because I utilize so many of them.
I am sure my supplier thinks I am a teacher, with classes.
No, these supplies are all mine.
Coloring books would be cheaper
But I am not concerned about the cost.

I love to paint; it relaxes me.
It gives me a purpose, a mission.
Hours at a time flow by, without me realizing it.
I am lost in the life of make believe and color.
I can think of no better way to end my days.

Unferth Stew

Written by Gail DeBole
on July 21, 2024

(Recipe from Grendel’s recipe book)

Note: Sequel to Grendel’s Supper (also posted on PoetrySoup)

Ingredients

• Fresh Unferth meat (taken from the bones of old man Unferth)
• Other human meat/parts
• Marsh water

Directions

1. Outside at night, build a fire under the eating pot.

2. Throw Unferth meat into the pot.

3. Throw other human parts into the pot.
(Pot must be large enough for the bulk of a human’s flesh.)

4. Throw in any animals who might wander by that would make the stew a tastier concoction.

5. Eat right out of the pot.

6. Share with other monster allies.

BLESSING OR CURSE

BLESSING OR CURSE

In one sense, it’s a new start to creativity
Like poets having read many others’ work
It’s research and access to all that’s online
Yet could any one of them say it was mine
Making connections where few might lurk
Does this presage a new kind of proclivity

It’s as much about bulk data as intelligence
For sure, it’s more than joining up the dots
There’s benefit to be gained as well as ills
But the marketplace will demand new skills
With many careers advisors tied up in knots
But I am sure A.I can offer a good defence

It generates much more than words and art
And will be the harbinger of much fake news
Copying voices, with mocked up images too
Well-honed speeches will soon be tricking you
Yet claims that it’s not here yet, is just a ruse
Mankind has to prepare for a brand new start

The dream killers have

all night too plan
would I be their tortured
for another day
their shapes trickling 
from the edges
of the fire

See I magine a group of shadows
gathered round a fire
I am weird cause none of ewe
Are me like
Freak my badge of 
On our on hair
of the cat
with a Cheshire stare
Hatterly in the mem 
brain act
Like soup man
Buy in bulk
Banner never carried
Study flying mammals as a hobby
Brush and yawn ehhhh
That guy sold spiders round the neighbourhood 
Nice guy
Wander this way which leads to the red being read
the wrong weigh
Clerk would if he could but he
CAnt 

The saddest thing about his monster it never got a name

Little Brother

Little Brother

Frogs and snails
Puppy dog tails
That was you to the core
Throw in a pinch of Karate Kid
Just a dash of Falkor
There you are,little brother mine
Your recipe when young
Then you just kept growing up
I kinda doubt you're done!
You tower over other men
And you're also pretty tall
Tower over,  no, not in height
But in character,you beat all
Compassion became the ingredient
That makes up the bulk of you
Add a cup of charisma
A charmer through and through
Whisk briskly with sharp wit and humor
With laughter and sly smiles
Put in the oven of love and respect
And Bake a little while.
Glaze over liberally with talent
From God to you it flows
Decorate with fatherhood
So beautiful to behold
Before you were made in flesh
God took something sweet away
The sugar, spice…everything nice
He returned on your wedding day.
It may seem like you are finished
That God has made you what you'll be
But He isn't finished with you,
 little brother, Wait and see!

Closing moments of the elcair

A bygone thought
It comes back to
Inspire
It arouses my need
to create and to be
creative
Squatting to do the
Chores of shorter
People
Stretching to do the
work of taller folk
thinking to labor
with scholars
Under thought just to
Understand
resistance training
to bulk up
Feeding the muscle
For endurance
a thought contested
My logic
In the creation of flavor
Might I fine satisfied

Likeded or likened too?exercise

Closing moments of the elcair

A bygone thought
It comes back to
Inspire
It arouses my need
to create and to be
creative
Squatting to do the
Chores of shorter
People
Stretching to do the
work of taller folk
thinking to labor
with scholars
Under thought just to
Understand
resistance training
to bulk up
Feeding the muscle
For endurance
a thought contested
My logic
In the creation of flavor
Might I fine satisfied

Likeded or likened too?exercise

Closing moments of the elcair

A bygone thought
It comes back to
Inspire
It arouses my need
to create and to be
creative
Squatting to do the
Chores of shorter
People
Stretching to do the
work of taller folk
thinking to labor
with scholars
Under thought just to
Understand
resistance training
to bulk up
Feeding the muscle
For endurance
a thought contested
My logic
In the creation of flavor
Might I fine satisfied

Likeded or likened too?exercise

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