Eaters Poems - Poems about Eaters

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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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....

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From the great ships they brought vermin and disease defiled the freshwater pools and palm tree nests devoured forest songs -clipped the color from trees lay shadows beneath the sun children of the reef. Just before the chain of rapes, she fled with a flower that her mother frantically placed in her hair she hid in caves with the...

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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....

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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...

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“Pictures could not be accessories to the story – evidence – they had to contain the story within the frame; the best picture contained a whole war within one frame”. Tatjana Soli, The Lotus Eaters “There is a widespread belief – one with no historical or grammatical foundation - that it is an error to...

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being fed rubbish remember there is no spoon ...

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A litany of states have we been through and countries if one counts the past. From eras gone we came as people who could turn the soil and make a life at last. We sailed from bankrupt English mines and Irish tubers rotting in the ground, to Ellis Island like human vines imaging that we had found a clement life of fruit—rock and...

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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...

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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!...

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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...

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