We meat eaters
In the café on the first floor of our building
The food served is cooked on the day
Sometimes they serve fish which I'm not a fan of but when I have picked out the ing bones
the fish tastes fine
They serve wonderful chicken that only a few days ago ran around not knowing they would
Be lunch, but that’s life, we humans eat human flesh too when given a chance, living deep in the jungle and fried female **** are seen as
A delicatessen only served to the chieftains who are the upper class in their world and no, if you
Ask, there is no beans on the toast
Beware of the Brain-eaters, the Logic-disbelievers, the Beat-clippers.
They come on Halloween to thumb their noses at the sky dippers.
Big Dipper sends eighteen master witches to give them a star.
Little Dipper distances himself, hiding his end rays in Zeniths black jar.
Brain-eaters will go after your dendrite fields and steal the connectors.
Logic-disbelievers will annihilate red cells and change them to vectors.
Beat-clippers will hunt you, jump on your head and take you down.
You will laugh yourself into oblivion and maybe even soil your gown.
So, beware children, beware I tell you now.
The weird ones are out there, and I tell you good and how.
They will catch you and stomp you and take bites out of your skin.
So, run while you can; to stand still would be a real sin.
They were the oddest family and they ate no normal things
Before doctoring them up with metal, oil, and whatever nature brings.
Cottage cheese could not be eaten without a little bit of sequins blue.
How did they swallow those sharp bits, some a different hue?
The daughter dipped her French fries in chocolate cake batter,
Son ate so many thing made of copper, his teeth were all a smatter.
The father ate a bit of wet cat food on his sandwiches with glee.
Why the mother ran away from the family is a mystery to me
Those over 50's holidays
that they advertise on TV
must really do people a power of good,
at least that's how it seems to me.
Their smiles are all truly dazzling,
soft-focus smooth is their skin,
their trim, sun tanned bodies really do suit
the wonderful clothes they're filmed in.
They sit eating salads, al fresco,
a glass of white wine at their lips,
and nobody suffers lumbago
or limps from their arthritic hips.
Disembarking from liners for shore leave,
or boarding an exotic train,
there's never a sign of an arthritic spine
or a bad case of varicose veins.
I've not met these people in Derby,
so maybe they all live abroad,
all sunning their bits over in San Moritz
which is something I cannot afford.
So when I at last claim my pension,
and have lots of more time to kill,
it won't be a sun deck in Paphos,
but more like a caravan in Rhyll.
Chants Of The Palm Fruit Eaters--CM
I ate the palm fruits midst, my folks,
Delight in sounds we made.
The gourd chants to our ancestors,
It binds our souls with theirs.
I delight, despite echoes, bounce,
Midst, the palm fruits, eats I.
Of gourd chants to our ancestors,
Sits quietude, but I.
“… an alien life, a life unlived, not lively, hardly ours.”
***In the 60's, full-blooded Hawaiians numbered under 2,000--I venture naught, what our numbers are today, but I am the last survivor of 4 bloodlines. The impetus of my return to Hawaii, leaving my family in the States, to be with my buried descendants.
2019 August 23
*1st Place*
CHOOSE AN OCTAVIO PAZ LINE
~~nette onclaud
Lovely sounds while eating around
Oh what fun to make 'om nom nom' sound.
Ultimate triumph on 'smacking' a chip
Delightful 'slrup' - one can not skip.
Enjoying a 'miam' is unmatched
As if you are lost and detached.
There you go with a repeated 'crunch' to
Enthral into a crispy brunch.
Resisting won't kill your passion
Super exciting mukbangs are in fashion.
We're eating the earth
peck by peck
selfish little pigeons
never giving back
always cooing a whole lotta crap.
Approaching the core
peck by peck,
eating every seed
in one godly tantrum
all hell breaking free
everything will be cleansed-eventually.
Purple people eaters pursuing purple peas,
Paraphernalia progressing toward a purple please,
Amethyst bedding, purple clothes, and platform shoes,
Purple violets promoting purple woodland hues,
Purple is out there in polka dots and stripes,
Chomping on some boxers, and purple baby wipes.
Amethyst pins, on purple fuzzy faux fur coats,
Purple veins, popping out of purple nanny goats.
Purple delights me, makes me feel beautified.
Purple sports coats, on pretty people, side by side.
Purple Rain, Prince’s progressive popular song,
Purple kitchen, where I am dancing in my thong.
Purple on my headboard, purple on my wall.
Amethyst in my dream world, twirling in a ball.
Purple squares and flashlights, a pure and simple joy.
Purple in a sailor suit, yelling out, “Ahoy!”
When is national purple day? It makes my world go round.
Where are the purple people? They would be my favorite upside down.
Written Jan 16th, 2019 Contest: Purple Poem Sponsor: Kevin Shaw
being fed rubbish
remember there is no spoon
it's all in your head
5/29/18
SHOUT OUT TO THE YAM EATERS
I listened to their melody
Which for me is a malady
Still I listen to their rhapsody
Which is nothing but fallacy
They tell us they make law
But they're thieves to the core
They fight one another so raw
Even their suits they tore
I thought they stood for the poor
But they are crooks on the floor
Pulling up chairs to fight war
Supremacy is spilling blood
When it starts, the lazy ones crawl
The oil will soon stop
And the agitation will drop
Now that the price is fall
Won't we go back to the crop
Before all the budget flop
They've stolen the money
Now we wake up to a dry morning
Leaving us to mourning
When we recall the sweet old memory.
May the cankerworms of this country
Are eating us to our grave in a hurry.
( FM CONCEPTUAL)
I made peanut butter and jelly
for Jane whose feet were very smelly,
because they stunk sooo bad
I got darn piping mad...
my lunch stayed away from my belly!
The fury of suspense
Neither dare mention
Once the moment presents
It's clear their intention
Day in and day out
Both trying to achieve
With the same know how
And allotted leave
Bearing obligations
That fade by day
When both imaginations
Discretely play
That fragment of time
The flock divides
The last two in line
For a thrill seeking ride
The shape of two virgins
A deceitful mirage
Sinfully splurging
An innocent massage
She pulls away
But only a little
The game, in play
Her bow, his fiddle
Her eyes of wonder
Add gas to his fire
Rainbow induced thunder
Of lustful desire
The inevitable irony
Is such a shame
Once finished, they see
They are to blame
The excitement vanished
The mystery, no more
He's no longer famished
And she, now a whore
hands bony and coarse
honestly earned bread
labour on earth
no crime no corruption
elementary
fingers knuckle out to obtain
large platter of boiled potatoes
pouring the cold brew
intense faces rapt attention/
/ vibrancy layered with dark-
ness /soft gentle lines windows spread to eternity
weathered table rafter boards rectangular columns
oiled lamp throwing light on the expressive faces
failed in its life time adored now
poor artist rest in peace
I own a fast food restaurant and it's called Randy's Place.
The Health Department found 117 violations, it's a disgrace.
When the Health Department graded my restaurant, it got a big fat F.
Most people won't eat here anymore, I have very few customers left.
I serve unclean meat and flat Coca-Cola.
My food has caused 500 cases of Ebola.
When customers are served fries,
their orders include fried flies.
Please keep this a secret or my restaurant will be shut down.
But people really will be better off if it is no longer around.
(This is a fictional poem)
An early victim
Cinderella
Destroyed her coach
Into fantasy.
Forgotten the fear
Of Halloween
Masked forever
By Armageddon.
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