There is a convict king..An omnivore
Who eats the atrocious, yet showed
A brother the door' for lesser offences?
Though bad no doubt.' He's also put in the shade, by dark pontifs, where is the
Righteous shout ? The hue and cry.' The
potus's call.? The vigilant news corps
When did things fall.? Perhaps when the
Serpent slithered hugging the tree that
Held all knowledge, through as a mist i
See.? A form of growth a system that
Branches rich in foliage, yet that covers
Your chances..Lost in wonder of what can
Be by man-made.? Muscles become lax, as
So dense the messaging under this type of shade.)
Bare bear Bayer
A naked big pharma omnivore
Covered in hair
Soul sole Seoul
The bottom of a Korean spirit’s foot
Out for a stroll
Right write rite
A well-prepared nuptial sermon
Gripping but light
Si see sea
Affirmatively spying the ocean waves
Pleasant and free
Lye lie lai
A burning falsehood sung in style
I must ask why
Seen seine scene
The visualized setting of a fisherman’s netting
Trawler’s routine
Pare pair pear
Trimming a duo of summer fruit
Sweet treat to share
Feel free to call me an ostrich
not because I'm an omnivore
We recognize the story of the ostrich
that sticks its head in the sand
when something happens
- something we don't wish to acknowledge
or look in the eyes
Pathos and ethos in a deeper dimension
It's easier to look down on your own shoes,
than to look up and look out
Listen to my thoughts, unfiltered
Can we find peace in this time of year
when the branches are exposed to wind and cold
- screams in a clear and distinct voice
Have eyes for the beauty of the rain and withered leaves
Follow the scents as a blood dog
taste the fruits of autumn with a pale mouth
"Light in the dark" is a fine expression, even if it is worn out
A colorful clown without laughter
heady phase of confidence and views
- straight in the back to the last
The air tastes of cool iron and salt
when the sea shows muscles
Life's canvas on an easel
hold your senses on alert
A time to identify that which was lost
- rest in the warmth of the past
as the wrinkles in my grandmother's fair face
There’s a little guy, who you may know,
He’s friendly, pudgy, and plump.
And he puts on quite a funny show,
When he plays he likes to hop and jump!
He’s mostly colored all black,
With a tail he can stick up and make fuzzy.
He has a white streak down the middle of his back.
Can you tell me, which animal is he?
Yes, he’s a skunk and his name is Tater-Tot,
And he lives right here at the zoo.
He loves to play and eat a whole lot,
But he’s not stinky and he can’t spray you!
He’s a mammal and an omnivore,
He eats all of his vegetables and meat.
But when he’s done, he always wants more!
And he always spills food cause he’s not very neat!
He’s up all night and he sleeps all day,
He’s nocturnal and can’t see very well.
He’s cute and cuddly and loves to play,
He may not stink, but boy can he smell!
Hildy Honey Badger was mad as unleavened beer hops
Alice her American Cousin said that she was tops
How dare you she said, and you are a carnivore too!
The bells I am said Alice. I’m an omnivore like you!
They decided not to speak any more that day on Zoom.
Hildy went around slapping everyone else in the room.
What did we do? They asked, astounded at her action.
I am angry with my cousin. Slapping gives me satisfaction!
Next Hildy got mad at Wilma Weasel, a distant Aunt.
So she slammed the fish out of their tank and kicked a plant.
The rest of the badgers ran out, giving her plenty of space.
By supper she had thrown up a hundred earth worms, a disgrace.
Is it safe to come back? Asked her neighbor, anteater Girdle.
I doubt it, the rest of them said and we are cooking a turtle.
They stayed out of the moorlands for a day and a night.
While Hildy Honey Badger destroyed every dhramned thing in sight.
I am a masticating omnivore,
Devouring meat and plants and more.
My teeth are rotten
My gums are cotton.
From blender my mushy juice I now pour.
I’m an opportunistic omnivore
The game’s been called survival
I eats what food I find
New dogs - Old tricks
children play
hide and seek
broccoli
hungry dog
licks his lips
omnivore
mother smiles
a new dog
same old tricks
John G. Lawless
©12/12/2018
put a cauliflower on the barb-b
let us roast it while it's still alive
put a burger on the barb-b
it was dead before it was fried
chomp on lettuce, no sound
of begging can you hear
but you just ate it, live me dear
all flora breaths for the world
but go on eat it alive or dead
to all vegans, I have to say
it's your bed your making
on it you could a long time lay
as omnivores, you could eat
both flora and fauna, together
if we want to live we have to feed
summer cooking my recipe
go on chuck a crayfish on the barbecue
roast some chestnuts, next years
new life, just remember we eat
to survive, come on summer cooking
let's rock n roll or a Viennese waltz
meat or veg or go crazy eat both
gee summer cooking ain't it fun
Summer Cooking Poetry Contest - Sponsored by Kim Rodrigues
06/27/18
9/15/16
Across the lands and shores
Plants and spores
So much life in different shapes and forms
Many storms cold or warm
Always been an omnivore
So I eat vegetables like corn
And meats like albacore and boar
I don't care about the odds on the board
It's about so much more
And not just the reward
I'll continue to row without an oar
Near and far from the seafloor
As well as any trees such as sycamore
One up the highest score
And maintain a good rapport
I've always had an interest in lore
Minerals and ores
I'm not rich or technically poor
Worse than any apple, some people rotten to the core
Such foolish things people support
And over such petty stuff people go to war
Still there are areas on this Earth that have yet to be explored
And possible fossils of new dinosaurs
Looking up at the full moon shining beyond so many other orbs
By: Dalton Ogletree
These are the musings of a maniac,
Insomniac, omnivore, overly competitive and more.
My mind moves a mile a minute,
Not enough time to type the tales so let me finish,
Too late, thought escaped, taken an exit off the highway.
No way I can slow down,
I've already told you I'm doing sixty so turning off would be dangerous now,
Unless it's onto another highway where my thoughts can try to escape,
Where mile markers mark the passing of recent memories.
Can't turn around, no looking back.
What's past is past and what is now will soon be past.
These sentences run on and on and on and on like the marathon in Bost-on.
Don't misread these lines, I'm not asking to slow down,
I just pray that the soles on these sneakers will last.
A sun drenched day decided it needs some sleep, again
A nigh time shadow leads to nocturnal noises, again
Then it came; first a bat frequency noted its presence
Then it’s sharp noise; first the crunch, then the crackle
We looked up high, the moon beam caught our eye
We turned to leave, the beady prey took swoop
Too small, it’s shadow cast upon our faces; we turned
It’s breath caught her hair; no scream just a jump
The nocturnal hunt in full flow, we stood firm
Then the beats, then the chorus, then the cracks
A crescendo of noise; more creatures, more shadows
Why run? Why care? Why dare? Why here?
Don’t fear the nocturnal nature hunt
A carnivore, a herbivore; an omnivore;
All present, all here, big and small
We are mere spectators; they don’t care
Natures sway, their way, never to decay
We stood firm
We closed our eyes
We listened
We danced
We felt at one
Oh nocturnal noises; natures natural music
By Shane Cogan (September, 2013)
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