Meat Poems - Poems about Meat

I was delivering triple meat pizzas to the fat lady, during intermission. The death happened before I arrived; you can check the cameras. I wish I had seen something, so I could help you in your investigation. Some of the singers are whispering about people they suspect. Line sneaked in here, and was acting odd, I have heard this...

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the meat cave ...be... the tribal den ...of... their unspoken ...oars... len ...

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Frozen by their artificial sun, all our training taught not to run. Monstrous figures pour from the trees, deafened by screaming tread and allies pleas, Would this not be done if you held the gun? Surrounded by the fallen dead, just waiting for your dose of lead. Our Earth a canvas, stained in red. We march, we fight, we die...

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Tourtière, Canadian— beef and pork browned well. Mom always added breadcrumbs, onions, celery, and mashed potatoes, spice blend too— yum. ...

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Jenny leaned against the counter, counting the stitches where Ariana’s arm had been severed, each segment arranged in clinical precision beneath the glass. The overhead lights hummed, sterile and white, reflecting off the muscle striations, the fine marbling of fat. The attendant, masked and impassive, weighed the cost. A rib’s soft curve. A shoulder blade,...

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Thoughts of a Border Collie While Pondering a Bone Mine, mine, mine, I think as I drip drool on the floor. Bloody meat clings tenaciously to the hard bone. White fat, like veins of gold, marbles the red treat. My owner is thawing this delicious delicacy on the counter. I watch and wait with longing as I think of the animal odor. Sharp canines will soon tear and...

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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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• Fresh meat • Who can resist? • I never figured a love for this can exist • It's tangy flavor • It's smooth exterior • I personally find human meat superior...

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Farewell Advent! by James Ryman translation by Michael R. Burch Farewell, Advent; Christmas has come; Farewell from us, both all and some. With patience thou hast us fed Yet made us go hungry to bed; For lack of meat, we were nigh dead; Farewell from us, both all and some. When you came, hasty, to our house, We ate no puddings, no, nor souce, But stinking...

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Bass'd on Structure ------------------------ Coda Falsetto; A world renowned Percussionist and Sax Man and Singer. He and his sons were famous and...

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In Nigeria's land, where yuletide cheer does fade A yearly refrain echoes, "Last year was better made" A curse, it seems, that haunts the present's door As if the past's sweet memories, forever leave us poor The cost of food, a constant woe, does rise A negative trend, that brings tears to sorrowful eyes Past leaders, revered, as if their wisdom,...

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These are modern English translations of ancient Middle English poems. The Maiden Lay in the Wilds circa the 14th century loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch The maiden in the moor lay, in the moor lay; seven nights full, seven nights full, the maiden in the moor lay, in the moor lay, seven nights full and a day. Sweet was her meat. But what was her...

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Meat is tender Grilled done, add salt Pepper and lime....

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Granny decided this week To no longer wear false teeth So she eats soft food Like beans and stew Much less meat in her cheeks...

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He just dip a String of meat Up, throng lil fish Caught in less might....

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