Short Carrion Poems
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A vulture boarded
A jumbo jet
Carrying two dead
Marmoset
The stewardess said
"I'm sorry sir,
Only one carrion
Per passenger"
Form:
miasmic,
alighting the foul bourgeois powers that be
bounce like carrion crows
on the prone corpse
of the bled world.
Coyotes are scraggly, ugly too
Eating carrion and roadkill overdue
She is a scavenger and a prey thief
Jackals enjoy kill until she makes it brief
Through the mists they land
Carried by darkened wings, spread
Sensing, they await
Suspended death in decay
Inhumanities now shared
.
a blazing moorland
oft its summertime plight... sad
rare cooked carrion
Haiku In 5 7 5 Only - Volume 1 Poetry Contest, sponsored by The Poet Doctor
7/6/18
why are vultures in the road today?
red necks are completely ugly
devouring their carrion
they give me the willies
red turkey buzzards
road kill dessert
good bye mole
tasty
food
Skywards of now
Vultures on gilded wings
hovering, striking
secrets of the carrion evade
Are you just tete to tete
now the lines are drawn
Large sephents over reach
to a Gypsy flute
Vultures roam about a hundred miles a day
In search of carrion, survival's at play
Not the thrill of the kill
But for tummies to fill
Their kids called kettle, quickly gobble the prey
Featherbacks sliding through the air
trailing on the wind,
waiting for that carrion scent
to adorn their nostrils
pulling them to the feeding
hop, skip, jump
tear a piece of flesh
flutter back and scarf it down.
Icy branches
Crack in rhythm
Snap, pop, pop.
Laughing limbs swing
Unawares.
Hate strikes.
Bodies
Lie crumpled.
Eagles soar
Then dive.
Stiffened wings are
Vultures carrion.
Bodies lie
Trampled,
Insides torn outside.
Hay is threshed by the rotor blades,
Hay along with the arms,
Legs, and heads of the milking maids,
Down on the carrion farms.
Farmer Misogynist reaps his yield—
Satan nurtured the crop—
Psychopathology wet the field—
Whing! Now the rotor blade lops!
HAIKU - LATERAL THINKING
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watch this carrion crow
thought to be a human trait
lateral thinking
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Check the link, if you haven't seen it before you'll be amazed!
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red ants are dancing
standing on the edge of the elephant's ear
on the carrion
vultures are swooping,
coyotes gulping down it in the watchful care
the elephant dies in unseen
and graves into the hungry stomach of scavengers
-Monday, June 3, 2019 Chattogram
Broken Wing
I am left alone
a bird of prey
feasting on carrion
wasting my talent
roosting on the ground
unable to grasp
the inevitable
longing for the wind’s
warm updraft
to lift me
from flightless
death
4/16/2017
submitted to – BROKEN WING – Poetry Contest
Many men fallen,
Carcass, the vultures calling
Survival twisted
Even in blizzards
Spot the circling buzzards spy;
Carrion cleaners
Birds of prey, pray swoop
Deceased unaware souls lost
Carried on the winds.
Tribute to Leon Stacey's " Casualties of War "
Winter migrants arrive with welcome calls
the Indian Summer falters,and falls
Sycamore seeds twirl and twist
Onto a fairy-ring fungus tryst
Stink horn capped with slime,
As carrion beetles pass the time.
Yellowed leaves drift and decompose
into next year's cellulose.
over
the stubble
carrion crows-
the game-keeper heads home
for tea
NOTE:A cinqku is an 'English language 'version of a tanka with 17 syllables 2;3;4;6;2
no title and last two(or three) lines being a surprise/comment on the first three
lines &was created by American poet Denis Garrison
The prisoner
Neath the sword of Damocles
the vassal lays supine
gazing up at bitter fate
an endless space of time
threadbare death above him
Hades there below
sacrificial fodder
carrion for the crow
echoing inside his head
he hears the gavel fall
liberty and truth betrayed
injustice for us all
Form:
We cling to rocks in the oceans
like ants aboard a rotting corpse;
feeding off a decaying heart;
oblivious to its demise.
Warring over choice carrion,
contriving bigger colonies
on the disintegrating flesh;
slowly consuming the life raft.
Soon, all that will remain is sea;
blue sphere in an ocean of stars.
Failure to say that yes, His Beauty, shall thrust it's sickle
Into her earth soon there after convulsing their solar stars
Angel food cake latter day rains a new manna cannibals await
Carnelian this evil dead of ancient tombs these shuttered moons
Raging flames, inside hell's pain and carrion, they'll awake ? Artemis.
Form:
When the carrion calls
this is your destruction
you are drunk with distain
Your body is a yew tree
into which a maiden
dips her momentary fingers
You are now a snake
which slithers
towards the black cave
together your
dreams are stillborn
the still night interlopes
with your deft piety
disheartened
The full moon was shining very bright,
as I ventured off into the night.
I awoke in the woods naked with a deer carcass at my side.
Its throat had been ripped out. "Not again," I sighed.
"That's it!" I screamed, "This madness must end!
I am never going to drink again!
I'm sick and tired of waking up hung over next to carrion.''
Hawk
Hawk up the clouds on a close watch
Vermin that stirs to swoop and catch!
Foraging for carrion is also its culture
The soaring, scouring hungry vulture!
So is He who dwells High and Above
Watchful always with an eye of Love
To see what stirs in Pain or in throe
Wounds to sooth and redirect its toe!
07th Oct’ 2013
A monstrous vulture
Wants the more some torture:
A blistered body further rupture;
The carrion give a worse picture
That should still stick after a future…
It never shall worth a camera’s capture:
Every pulsating but nauseating culture,
The body- jolting which scavengers nurture:
Champions of the bad table manners of The Immature.
How I dream to give my life for one I love,
whom I love more than myself.
Alas I sew my heart in rotting corpses,
As the carrion devour my blood giving organ
which dwells in a putrid graveyard,
the decomposed bosom of a heartless woman.
The spoiled flesh gives me the blight;
the vultures tore asunder my flesh from my bones,
and broke them in half.