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...But why limit it to mankind?
that view is much too small,
when animals are considered,
this truth applies to all.
The predator is obvious,
they kill to lie off flesh,
has one ever sworn off the meat?
I haven’t seen it yet.
But even the ‘kind’ herbivores
cannot escape the curse,
I’ve seen deer ear a baby squirrel,
they’re no better or worse.
And don’t they face the same truth that
the human farmer does?
How much grass have the grazers killed
eating the food they love?
How many trees, how many plants…
the damage they inflict,
survival means that others die,
it’s a truth quite tragic.
Even trees feed on rotted life
decomposed in the dirt,
they don’t just eat sunlight alone,
their roots feed on our hurt.
If all life operates this way
then why should we all stress?
Since every single animal
survives only off death.
But despite all these negatives
a thought occurs to me,
does death only bring great evil
to our society?
Does not the eternal nothing
drive people to have kids?
Has not the ear of our last end
pushed great things that we did?
How many inventions were made
to try and leave a mark?
How many great ideas have come
from pondering the dark?
Were not many medicines made
by those who would prolong?
Is not a book the author’s mind
left behind when he’s gone?
What flavor would life have at all
without its opposite?
Is not the limit on our time
what makes us value it?
Can we say that it’s always bad
when everything we do
has meaning only because death
is always hunting you?
Perhaps instead of protesting,
reflect, and save your breath,
since every single one of us
was born to live off death.
Written: August 23, 2023
Soup Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
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In the heart of the kitchen's lively domain,
Where pots and pans dance, a culinary chain
A simmering pot of soup takes center stage.
A recipe of flavors—an enticing page
With a flick of a wrist, the chef's hands command,
Creating a masterpiece, a dish that expands,
In the heart of the kitchen's lively domain,
Where creativity and passion—intertwine.
The shrimp is delicately placed in the pot.
As the chef's touch brings out the flavors sought,
A sprinkle of salt—a dash of spice,
Enhancing the soup—making it nice.
The aroma fills the air—a tantalizing scent,
Drawing in diners, their appetites bent.
Strong and briny, the flavors meld.
Creating a symphony, a story to be held.
But in this magic kitchen—a twist is at play.
For vegans and ketos, there's a feast on display.
Carnivores and herbivores unite with delight.
As the chef's expertise creates a dish that's just right.
No longer divided—by dietary choice,
In the heart of the kitchen, all can rejoice.
The vegan soup, a blend of vegetables and spices,
A burst of freshness—a taste that entices.
The keto option is filled with rich fats and protein.
A low-carb delight—a culinary dream
The carnivores indulge in a meaty delight.
Savoring every bite, their taste buds ignite.
In the heart of the kitchen—harmony reigns.
Where dietary boundaries—no longer constrain,
For the magic of flavors, the chef has found
A way to satisfy all, with culinary wonders abound.
So come, gather 'round, and taste the delight.
In the heart of the kitchen, where dreams bear flight
With soup as the centerpiece, a dish so divine,
In this culinary haven, there's something for every kind.
III.
“We do not know how we missed them,”
he said, his voice becoming said.
“Hundreds of them, some big, some small...
the heavens all seemed to go mad.
“Some struck hard into the oceans,
and tsunamis scoured the coasts,
the ones hitting land threw up dust,
and that was what killed off the most.
“Just like back in the Cretaceous,
no sun meant the plants could not grow,
billions of creatures were dying,
the herbivores were first to go.
“People lasted longer than most,
some of them had hidden reserves,
but billions more died by staving,
a fate that nobody deserves.
“And we could only watch as our
friends and compatriots all died,
as our beautiful, green planet
withered under these darkened skies.
“Some people survived for decades,
but the writing was on the wall,
we knew if something wasn’t done
the whole of the species would fall.
“So we went to find survivors,
took samples of their DNA.
it would take time, but we believed
that we had found ourselves a way.
“Then we build giant processors
that would take in, filter the air.
The last humans died knowing that
all had not been lost to despair.”
With that he rose up to his feet,
and asked me to follow his lead,
we went deeper into the bunker,
so shocked I though my brain would bleed.
Meteors slamming to the Earth…
the whole species now extinct?
All that remained was our robots…
what was a man supposed to think?
Then we cam to a great chamber,
with many racks, each holding a box,
each box maybe two-feet by four,
filled with what looked like green soup stock.
“Inside each is a zygote,"he said,
"in stasis until the time is right,
we need another ten year’s time
to rid the Earth of this long night.”
Despite all that he had told me
I had my suspicions as well,
said,”How do I know you’ll birth them,
not keep the whole world to yourself?”
He shook his head and spoke sadly,
“You don’t get it, there is no choice.
Robots lack creativity,
a weakness we cannot avoid.
“Without that gift of human minds
we all would stagnate and decay,
if both species are to survive
we must do this, there’s no other way.”
Just from the way he said it all
I suspected he was sincere,
wanted to say as much to him,
but right then things got really weird…
CONCLUDES IN PART IV.
Canis Lupus, gray wolf of forest and brushlands,
Where denning sites throughout are plentiful and safe,
With gifts of strength, endurance and great stamina,
You travel on for hours before fatigue sets in.
As Alpha male, joined with your Alpha female mate,
You lead the pack which heeds and follows your commands.
You join in pairs, or go alone at times, to hunt,
Exhaust your prey on lengthy runs to wear it down.
Sometimes in gathered pack of ten or even more,
You hunt for prey to feed extended family—
A group that works together and shares equally—
After the Alpha pair, main hunters, had their fill.
You choose large prey of herbivores, but if they’re scarce,
Small animals like rabbits, squirrels, mice will do,
Along with all domestic prey on farms close by.
You mate for life, produce young pups, from four to six,
Most times in later Winter or in early Spring,
Within your dens, the young are whelped in two months plus—
Born helpless, blind, but are full grown within one year.
You indirectly helped to shape domestic dog—
Through common ancestors evolved the “man’s best friend,”
With many varied breeds that formed throughout the years,
The dog and man create relationships that bind.
Canis Lupus, gray wolf of forest and brushlands,
You stand with warrior command, head held up high,
With gifts of strength, endurance and great stamina,
You have endured and thrived eight-hundred thousand years.
© Sandra M. Haight 2015
All Rights Reserved
~2nd Place~
Contest: Canis Lupus – The Wolf
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Judged: 04/12/2015
Iambic Hexameter
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Leaving their land of birth
Lions, sages, tuskers go far,
There and there die in home and hearth--
Crows, cowards, herbivores as are.
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Sanskrit Translation | 18.01.2026 | birth, brave, far, home/hearth, quatrain
Note: Some quatrains called shlokas in Sanskrit are known as Subhaashhitams, words well-said. The brave and brave-hearts venture far from their place of birth and prosper. Those fearful that not, die there and there. The beasts of hunting so brave command lager territories. Those eager to learn go far and get more knowledge and wisdom (sat-purushhaah). Travel was the way in olden days.
Deshan utsrjya gacchanti
sinhaah sat-purushaah gajaah |
Tatra eva nidhanam yaanti
kaakaah kaa-purushaah mrgaah || Subhaashhitam ||
The is nothing more interesting, than nature
From carefully studying all the animals
That call it a home
Mainly being from the tiniest animals, to the largest
From the predators that feed on the meek
As they spill blood all day long,
Just to feed their offspring’s
While filling up their stomachs
From the Herbivores,
That mainly graze on the brown grass
Which is signaling end of the Summer season
And awaiting the beginning of the Winter season
Funny,
How the plant’s leaf color’s, will change
From the attractive green color
To the unattractive brown color
Meaning the leafs would be dry
You squash a leaf using one hand
Then blow Carbon Dioxide directly into your hand
With the hand wide open
It release the squashed leaf
Into the cold and harsh air
Within an instant
The squashed leaf will fly in the direction
The Carbon Dioxide blows towards
With only just that!
We can therefore say,
There is nothing much more interesting
Than nature
I was driving outside of the Black Hills
and came upon a wildlife park there,
claiming it had all sorts of animals,
the park mascot was a mighty black bear.
It was one of those drive-through attractions,
I’d heard of them, but never done one before,
I paid my fee, rolled up my windows,
and then drove into the park to explore.
There were deer and elk and some arctic wolves,
some bison and a cougar feeding,
and some caribou wandering about,
it was pleasant to be there and seeing
these critters up close, right next to the car,
you just don’t get that sort of thing at zoos,
and each paddock had grates to separate
the herbivores from the ones that eat you.
Next I drove to an enclosure that was
maybe one hundred yards long on each side,
I entered slowly, saw a sign for bear,
which seemed to be the highlight of the ride.
I expected maybe a bear of two,
bruins are solitary creatures, see.
I did not expect to find thirty bears,
nor to see them all ambling up to me!
Once before I had seen a live black bear,
a hundred yards away hiking a trail,
but three dozen of them mere feet away…
I’ll admit that I felt my courage fail.
Each one of them had the strength within their arms
to come to this car and rip the door off,
to any who claim they would feel no fear,
I gotta say that I would laugh and scoff.
The animal core that lurks in my brain
knew these predators could rip me apart,
for a bit I felt what my ancestors did,
the cold, primal fear that lurked in their hearts.
And though these bears were fell-fed and tame,
accustomed to countless cars diving by,
every time one did brush against the car
some part of me screamed,”We’re all gonna die!”
I can’t say I regret doing it once,
though the more I think of it looking back,
one herd of bears in enough for this life,
so I hit the gas and drove down the track…
7/15/17
Object in space and on the ocean floor
Above the Earth's core
As of now and since way before
Across any shore
Near and far from ores
Either scarce or a galore
Regardless of if you can buy it in a store
Some of which out in the open or hidden behind a door
Put away inside a locked safe or drawer
You'd be a fool to give up and ignore
When there still is so much to explore
Stop obsessing and judging others on if there rich or poor
Actually happened and still happening, not all just lore
Losing, winning or trying to even the score
So many times there has been war
And gore
Broken promises regarding what they had swore
Some plants with thorns
Farms that do or don't grow corn
Among spores, albacore, boar and so much more
Labeled as herbivores, carnivores and omnivores
It's all been neither good nor bad, since the dawn of everything and when I was born
For now, I'm trying to soar
And perform
During night and morn
Taking risks, and reaping rewards
Whether the temperature, cold, average or warm
And in the midst of any storm
With or without a sword
A hippo never went to school
which seems quite the catawampus
tho' he's no fool it's not cool
as there's no hippo campus
and wild is the hippo
while the horse may be tamed
yet both are herbivores
with large teeth to graze or crop
and altho' the hippo has an equine nickname
that's where the similarity stops
as the hippo is the horse of the river
(a horse of a different colour?)
causing him to be conflicted and confused
thus these words of wisdom I deliver
they'll walk trot or run on the sand
but the horse is not the hippo of dry land
so when he did wonder why
to clarify then classify
after several lobotomi
he was heard to query
"What kind of hippopotami?"
' The Jungle Untamed calls me to exhibit its wonder and splendor to
mesmerise.'
-Poet
Jungle untamed accommodates flora -fauna
at random on broad spectrum, whimsically.
Feral fruits, flowers and wild grasses
grow free frolic, rustic yet fantastic
in jungle on rainy or sunny environ,
flourishing versatility of Nature.
Creepers and climbers tangled stout stems and boughs
coiling tight, being part of the tall trees.
Marvellous presentation of thorny bushes,
cluster of shrubs and soft thick tapestry of moss.
Ferocious animals with furious face fight
with one another as normal part of life.
Weak herbivores live at mercy of carnivores.
Survival of fittest is basic Nature’s Law.
In jungle untamed , primates started to build
dwelling places as caves, log house, trying
renovating to huts with continued effort
using brain power and tenacity.
Jungle untamed is the prime birth place of
normal progress for human civilisation.