Omnivorous Poems | Examples

Losing Face

One may see puffins and parrots
any hour of the week
both birds bear a big colourful beak
the former pelagic feed on fish
and live in large colonies on coastal cliffs
tho' monogamous collectively breed as a bunch
but with renown as the Atlantic sea clown
in Iceland several are served as lunch
the latter arboreal primarily frugivorous
toco being by far the largest
are opportunistic and occasionally omnivorous
to a few prudes it may seem unseemly or rude
and yet if they stick around they'll later get down
as their chicks are seen to hatch in the nude
these avians may fly high in the sky
have the same such things as two wings and legs
and of each species the female lays eggs
but that's where similarity does stop
one puffin can do more than toucan do
in more or less of a day
after mating its pecker turns grey
and without waiting its bill it will drop

A Day In the Life Act 3 and 4

Act Three - the nap 

Naptime was uneventful.  The girls didn’t show up.  The dog snores.  He drools.  The pillowcase is a brownish, water stained, Picasso-esque masterpiece.

Act Four - table for three 

Dogs are omnivorous, they will eat anything that hits the floor.  The cat is more selective.  It will use a single claw to remind him of its likes and dislikes.  If it is rare steak the cat will use several claws and a paw to guide his hand from plate to gaping maw.  The dog will pretend it is sleeping and drool in anticipation.  If he opens a can of tuna he believes that the cat will have an ****** as it claws his leg.  The three of them eat a highly protein(aka-meat)-centric diet.

John G. Lawless
©4/28/2023

Dicing Spin

Your trademark omnivorous stunts 
Glean clean what minute remnants
Menaced graces do sparingly yield;
And take back reliefs heavens field. 

Inclement rob your ravenous fangs;
Mowing to naught crumbs of bread
That divine hand her children gives,
Thieving sure bits with slyest tread.

And so at this apt o'clock fine:
Twenty minutes short of nine,
Soon coming date of May 2022;
I deal you an irrevocable adieu.

And whenever your urgings goad,
In attempt to re-hook my psyche;
These sad goodbye lines I'll recite
And at once renew my full dislike. 

Keep every penny you stole,
Without remorse own it all;
In vain would I seek it back
And further lose safest luck.

Moved

Out of the bowels of the apartment come 
the trivia of the past.

Old receipts pushed to the backs of drawers,
faintly accusatory, 
records of money and passions spent;  
Yellowed paperbacks made unseen 
when new ones double-parked on the bookshelves; 
Clothes swallowed by omnivorous closets,
CDs in cracked cases tugged into shadows,   
gadgets, trinkets, and 
other mummified delights
re-emerging dustily into the light 
from the tidy rubble of a home. 

Not like photos, those records of big things
making up the official, abridged version of a life, 
these are the messy memorabilia,
leftovers from small doses of happiness,
each a reminder of 
a moment in time when we were lifted
from the rut of days, and
cheered,
solaced, 
or moved.

Now all assigned to the “OUT” pile,
to be shed
before the movers come.

Halloween Fun

Howling and hooting sets the tone for tonight
Alabaster skin shows a child is full of fright
Lover’s lane is as creepy as artery’s spackle.
Laughter distorted as a witch’s cackle.
Omnivorous owls fleeing from Frankenstein
Werewolves and skeletons showing their spine.
Excited warlocks eating eye of newt toast.
Ethereal entities in the form of eerie old ghosts
Necromancy practiced as vampires swoon.

Frenzied entities playing a merry October tune.
Under a harvest moon, ghouls and banshees on the run.
Not for those who have no whimsy or sense of holiday fun.

Inner Pains

I have no torment, no pain-difficulty
I am not the seller of sorrowful key
Stellar of the far friends I am
New sky in my entrepreneur jam

Being human I can feel meticulously
the pains of dying fishes in my hands without water,
the pains of dying slaughtered chicken, ducks, birds before eyes ground,
the pains of butchered quadruped domestic animals,
the pains of green child grasses under my cruel trampling,
the pains of polluting winds, waters, devastating trees,
Being omnivorous all-mighty human since birth I have nothing to do for these pains

Being human I can feel also
the pain of my beloved at night without me,
the pains of my parents who are depended on my incomes,
the pains of my gods who created me to spend life virtuously but I deny and become ungrateful,
the pains of my accompany with whom I betrayed for the sake of earthly greed,
the pains of dying peoples of COVID-19 or from starvation
Colorful pains of the world when I leave alone
And enter into my sovereign clone

Being human I can feel all inner pains-difficulties
But I have nothing to do cause peace in own tease



06.09.2020 Chattogram

Life Eater

Some deaths proffer life
Human hungry the store house,
Grave of many lives!

22.07.2020 Chattogram 


Note: Omnivorous Human

Blue Jay

Bird with noisy calls,                                                                 
Found in all kind of forests,                                                                    Omnivorous bird.    

Beautiful Plumage,                                                                      
Blue, white, grey and black colour,                                          
Tight family bond.

Good Intelligence,                                                                  
Loudest and most colourful,                                                 
Makes musical sounds.      



               Copyright © Shonima Burman

Where Have All the Women Gone

It's wonderful~how some women's 
shoes are delightful and feminine.
Yet women dress more and more
like men each day.
It's very sad in the USA, to watch
femininity quickly pass way.

Why wear pretty underwear inside
while dressing Paul Bunyan on the 
outside?
Why get facial waxes, when a beard 
and a mustache, matches your mannish 
clothes and shoes?

What's the need for Dooney and Burke 
expensive purses?
When sweaters your deceased grandpa 
would not wear, you flash
with unabashed flair!

What happened to daughters who once 
dressed as girls?
All have fallen and been totally destroyed 
in a giant, omnivorous jean-factory world.

Why do sons and daughters dress like 
fathers?
And why this fetish for masculinity?
And the crushing decimation of our 
femininity?

             January 24, 2020
                 11am PST

Like My Poem

Now,
I was walking, all alone
It is better for me, I think so.
Better to think, to ponder
Could be an effort, in vain
Could be, I do not know.

Sometimes,
I do not believe myself
I am not at ease with the darkness
Creeping inside, with the 
Diminishing light of the day.

Still,
Birds chirping, tree leaves falling
I could hear a voice of my yesterday
Mindfulness is always what I am striving
to achieve now, days and nights
Without mind, and a body outside. 

And,
Things are obvious and swift
Too swift to grasp to reflect on
The definition is so narrow in defining 
The borderline between friend and foe.
A thoughtless mind with an omnivorous body.

But,
Please do not try to infer a meaning out of me
Like my poem , I do not make sense, quite awfully.

Voracious Animals

Voracious Animals

Animals in nature are categorized  by their feeding  habits... 
For the ferocious meat eaters, they are by nature carnivorous...
Their hapless preys, they are torn to pieces, gnawed and chewed....
There there are the plants feeders, the herbivores, munching and grazing in peace....

Caught between these two is the human species, meat and plants eating....
Mercilessly effective, humans devour meat and plants endlessly....
The human species, we are omnivorous in our feeding patterns....

But going viral, there is yet a 4th grouping in the human animal.. 
Umnovorous, a new breed of high powered and high flying human individuals...
Feeding brazenly on all kinds of money, perpetually thieving from the people...

Question remains, how do such gregarious animals  feed...
Do they chew, gnaw or do they swallow complete...
All those ill gotten Malaysian Ringgit, heavens forbid?

Greed

A child I do not know his citizenship
travels nations rummaging, rampaging
he has no origin but  has relatives
but the child knows not how to share

Omnivorous, carnivorous and ruminant
his teeth grinds anything; canal receives all 
At table everything runs to his open mouth
mindless of tears that roll, tongues that curse

This unknowable child gathers all to himself
wealth and power shiver when he appears
he’s master-never servant, never charitable
with open gullet he strips society naked

Governed by appetite amused by egotism
even eternity  can’t fill empty bowl of greed

Here Lies the Queen

The frozen voice hangs on the
door. A crowd waits.
Midnight explosions
will start soon
to herald a benevolent sky-
for squatters.

In rise and fall of an empire
I won’t put any label
to generation drift. The
changing geography will
take care of the ashes.
A ragpicker will tell the story.

Ambulatory moon
had become economical, blanching
the stained dreams only
like our land’s wounds.
The sea of hate lies naked before us
to sweep the carcasses. I know not
how to become omnivorous.


Satish Verma

Committed

A flash point in ocean 
becomes omnivorous
eating the boats.

The sharks unstick and 
sleep on waves
for another abeyance.

Sitting on the wheels 
of a tank,
men waited for the revolution to scoop 

a scorched motherhood
where the children
were becoming missiles.

The light moves in circle
to find the mirrors
on a blue horse.



Satish Verma

Requiescat Dum Resurgat

The province of delayed gratification
Poetry is dead.

There is now no appetite for deep reflection
In this far from limpid pool.
Abhorrent is meditation
To  the present lords of all misrule.
Carpe diem once was for the nonce
Its writ now runs for aye.

Omnivorous science depredates
The very bones of our being.
Gradgrindery completely disintegrates
The very heart of our seeing.
Dawkins' dogma aims to destroy the spirit
And we are not the better for it.

Thus shrivels the soul and all that resides there,
Are we but creatures of accident,totally threadbare?
Until economic Armageddon strips us of cultural shame
Our choice is but to shroud the flame.

Depredation must needs be followed by reparation.
And then that rara avis,the phoenix anew
Will rise from the ashes,bright feathers in view.

We will illumine our world once more
When the bright flame of poetry  will once again soar.

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