While wading in the water
caught a wet soft-bodied squid
took it home for dinner
but the evening was a damp squib
I don't think ink but due to
an unrequited one-way conversation
neither returned nor reciprocated
on my part quite the aberration
courtship was not to be
for as a voracious marine carnivore
I could not sate her hunger
as had insufficient albacore
therefore not a keeper
what's more a pet one cannot tame
next day all things considered and quite timely
'twas returned to the sea from whence she came
[Disclaimer: No Squid Were Harmed
in the Writing of this Poem®]
My sister's favourite 'snack' is filet mignon.
I'm less of a carnivore
and will be quite satisfied
with caesar salad and a baguette.
Of course I'll want to wash it down
with a generous glass of pinot grigio.
AP: Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2026
Spicy chicken wings for dinner
I think seriously you'll want to reconsider
~ proposing bitesize toasted tomato sandwiches
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 2nd place 2025
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!
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.
Alligator scouts still pond,
unobserved his stealth movements
until thrashing body leaps,
sharp teeth tearing unexpecting prey
March 2, 2022
Let this be my sacrament of lust.
Red dripping flesh I tear with my teeth,
Absorbed by my viscera,
Becoming one with my being,
Merging with my soul.
I am an eater of dead things,
As are we all.
Why should I not indulge my instincts?
I am as I was made,
Not as you would wish.
Simpering vegans,
Pantywaist abstainers,
Steer clear of my path
Lest I eat you alive tonight
And you’ll all be defecate by morning.
Na zdravie.
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.
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.
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.
Carnivore#2
Mmmmm meat in front of my eyes, in front of my eyes
Energy in a state of potential to fill my cause and fire
Dripping as it is cut and placed into a package from the butcher
Integrated protein in the form of red meat
Universal satisfaction will be in every bite and cut at dinner
My preference is a warm red center at the most
Racing to the house before the sun cooks my meat to dry and well
Anxious to eat the meat with still some taste
Ripping apart the package and placing it on the grill
Energy is now ready to be served.
Blood thirsty carnivore that does not back down
On this ridge day and night, I sit and lie in wait
Hungry as the beast of my soul lies inside my chest
Forgetting the pain of the hunger of yesterday and yesteryear,
Upon thy prey I shoot out and bite with all my teeth in a gathered smile
Counting the minutes and then the seconds until all your red cells flow into my mouth
Kings back down from helping you as your soul leaves thy flesh, as the flesh fills my body
Your flesh, blood and bones becomes the protein in my blood, flesh, and bones
On the contrary, the meat from your entire body has done its purpose, and it has feed mineth body
Your still the excrement that comes from my bowels and gets gathered by the beetles whom eat dung
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
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
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!
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