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STROLLING IN THE VIBRANT OF AUTUMN
Strolling down the park, marvelous sight of wonder,
God’s beautiful landscape in kaleidoscope. My heart
in salutation in vibrant color of the leaves. Celestial
spheres, seems to meet the earth and sky, in bright
hues of stunning red, orange, yellow and purplish
nirvana.
Hand in hands, we strolled, emerald green and
gold splashes walkways. Beds of mums in rustic
classic, some view in bright solid chromatic hues.
The kinder breeze, sending the aroma of
thanksgiving feast.
We felt melancholic in the woods, trees dressed
in elegant gold, tears of farewell, to find rest
on cold grave.The sounds of crickets, signals
male calling, a night of dating. Migrated monarch
butterflies, finding a warmer home, to lay eggs.
Squirrels and herbivorous hare, busy digging burrows,
storing food for winter chill. That afternoon walk brings
romance in scented cold air. We tap dance to the tune
of crunchy leaves, stomped, laughed and rolled on the
bed of crisps and colorful leaves.
©aroque
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In a time before the Eukaryote cell
Simple cells floated, and all was well
A garden of Eden in blissful flotation
Then innocence lost, onset of predation.
Big Bacteria attacked the small who were closest
Protists engulfed prey with phagocytosis.
Then plants arose, and to eat them, herbivores
Those herbivores got as big as a Brachiosaur.
Dinosaurs became birds by evolution
Hawks and Eagles were nature's solution.
They ate small mammals, natural balance.
No garden of Eden for a squirrel in the talons.
Herbivorous wombats became Marsupial lions.
A wolf marsupial evolved, such weirdness in science:
Looked just like one, evolved in same way
We think that in packs it ran down its prey.
Why can't nature leave its offspring alone?
Why endless fear, a danger zone?
Why must the predator evolve from the prey?
Can't we all get along, before judgement day?
In predation at least, there's no ill will
Some predator is hungry, wants to eat his fill
Intraspecies is where most evil arises
Home Sapiens specifically give us surprises.
Look at the nastiness once out of the garden
Nature should beg us for pardon.
The oldest living group
of chewing herbivorous insects
proudly carries 250 million years
of quiet evolution.
No soft muscle tissue
on these grasshopper legs,
they are bear
as clean-picked chicken bones
and hard
as the outer shell of some crustaceans.
Finned spikes line each shank
for gripping tightly golden strands
of summer wheat in blowing fields.
Armor plating, like kevlar vest, worn upon a body
that sits low between two high-rise knobby knees.
A sling-shot lying wait
to catapult away,
carried on an allied wind
with force to help escape
all dangerous predators.
A wind that has carried
grasshopper history for centuries
from field to field
across deserts and water,
through forests and plains.
Now that same ally wind
has betrayed them,
carrying them here
to a final destiny with me,
flattened in defeat
upon my windshield.
What?
I hope you are not serious, my fellow mortal!
Not serious when you suggest that we should
Eliminate death.
How could we?
This is preposterous!
But if you are serious, tell me how could we ever
Exist without the Lord of "darkness?"
Come on,
Do not be surprised by my question!
It may sound illogical to you at first, but
Don't you know that life is based on death?
You don't?
How come?
Don't you know that for something in order to live,
Something else has to die?
Let us take the Lion for instance, can the Lion survive if
Another animal doesn't die?
Can an eagle, a python, a shark thrive if other living organisms
Do not fall prey to their voracious appetite?
Of course, they cannot!
Certainly,
You may think of the sheep or of any other herbivorous animal
That does not kill in order to live
But
Even they eat grass which grows because microorganisms die
And we, my dearest friend, being omnivorous eat the sheep along
With thousands of other animals to ensure our survival.
Yes,
I know,
You would tell me now that you wish to eliminate death
Because you desire us not to die but to keep on living!
Let me tell you something, my dearest friend,
If this is really the reason that prompts you to wish death's demise, you Commit the worst of crimes because:
First, you wish to condemn Man to unending suffering and
Second, you deprive us all of being reborn into eternal life.
You see, my friend,
It would not be good to eliminate death, for death is
Our liberator and our one-way ticket to immortality!*
© Demetrios Trifiatis
18 June 2021
* I was a ten-year-old boy when my father died on this day many years ago but still he lives in my heart and in my mind!
I'm okay. You seem haltless. I'm brilliant. You lack lustre.
Could a wolf condemn a cow for being herbivorous?
Can a rose in full bloom slam a bud from the same cluster?
Doesn't the code of 'live and let live' make rights vigorous?
Forgiving frees my heart; forgetting makes me feather-light.
Doesn't a fresh-water bath cleanse and refresh my physique?
Doesn't my absolution make my foes forget their spite?
My heart should be full when I give. No gift; for me, I seek
There's a dustbite in my brother's eyes. There's a speck in mine.
I see the dust. Do I, like rays through a lens, penetrate?
Can the blind lead the blind? Jesus asked. Is all, with me, fine?
To remove the speck from my eyes, why do I hesitate?
The sun does not judge. Either the moon or the stars do not.
Why should I, a dust of dust, bring on beings any blot?
Looking under a leaf
In search of a caterpillar thief
Pinched a tomatoes cheek
Oh what a creepy creep
He's a very deliberate critter
She cried that hairy worm bit her
Said,"He'd come back to get her
And scare her baby sitter."
Her nanny saw her cryin'
Knew she wasn't lyin'
Her story there was no denyin'
That worm bit her "cheek" like a lion
If you see that herbivorous fellow
That made that tomato turn yellow
He'll be under a leafy umbrella
And as fat as an armadillo
He's a real tomato masher
A suspected garden trasher
He's wanted and needs to be captured
And sentenced to life in a pasture
an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner:)
There once was a gnome named Jerome
Who made a herb garden his home.
One day as he frolicked,
He slipped and fell on some garlic
And was instantly killed when a clove cleft his dome.
The sad news of Jerome spread as far north as Nome,
And there was weeping and wailing from gnomes 'cross the foam.
When I learned what transpired,
Re the way he expired,
It inspired me to proffer this "po'm" for Jerome:
Here lies our dear comrade Jerome
'neath his garden's herbivorous loam.
If he'd played "farmer in the dill",
He'd be up here with us still
'stead of filling a 3 x 6 hole, his new home.
Entered in Jay Narain's Humorous Poems Contest
July 5, 2023
!2th Place
A nature food chain
Linkng the carnivorous and the herbivorous
May be simple
And so an economic food chain within man
The rich and the poor
The poor works hard for the rich with low wage
But when the rich dumps the rubbish
The poor can collect it and sell for some money
Garbage in a disposable bag
May be useless to the rich
But a treasure to the poor
A nature food chain can be complex
too
The same for man's during the rise in prices
The seller only raises the prices to get the same profits
But the buyer pays the extra expenditures
Without someone sharing the burden
The chain goes on and on
And the rich becomes richer
And the poor remains poorer
The giraffe
Haughty and fond of herbivorous feasts,
Tends to look down on his wee fellow beasts.
The elephant
Thin outer ears are gargantuan-sized,
Tickling the ivories isn't advised.
The pelican
Genus of water-bird with a long beak,
And in his throat there is food for a week.
The crocodile
Don't you be fooled by his sad, tearful eyes
He's out to get you - it's just a disguise.
The zebra
Sports a moheccan style tuft on his head
And he wears stripey pyjamas to bed.
The panda
Never one fazed by what's wrong or what's right,
Tends to see everything in black and white.
The kangaroo
He lives 'down under'- Australia's pride
With little Joey who's there for the ride.
The zoo
All of these creatures hang out at the zoo
Feeding time heralds a hullabaloo!
04/11/18
(alternately titled: excuse me while aye...
touch the sky, hen derrick lee
and pull lightly gag.)
September third tooth house sand
and eighteen didst find me
to awaken with a start
during the wee
(Willy Paine Weber) re
duck tee yo absurdum painful hour
of predawn this morning
with an experience
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feeling (the unstoppable) tree
men diss urge (lance
sing arm) strong
sensation to regurgitate,
which tum me,
(and ma tummy)
prima facie (pre
mud Donna Brownian
bow will Movement)
processing) ranks as
the moost unpleasant –
basic bodily condition,
(hence disqualifying this former
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bulimic), which nauseous repulsion
to stomach tomb muss elf
(yea - pertaining to
yours truly: Ma
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brass, heartless, and
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dew wing ever re:
thing in my "FAKE" NON GMO
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spattering, Obi
Wan Kenobi, Casanova,
(Don Quixote) key
ping figurative lid, prithee
a boot mine gag reflex
within very limited nee
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quest not to
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digest tib bill
(authored by this atheistic
secular humanist gib
brush gabbling, (sans
reincarnated doubting Thomas pre
lapse Aryan) Unitarian scree
ming cowabunga herbivorous
droning baby bee
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