Short Eaters Poems
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Snakes are meat-eaters,
fangs, swallow food, no eyelids
smells with tongue, scaley.
Date: 09/06/2019
In blooms of haru
behold the lotus-eaters...
mystical flower!
Note: haru is the season
of spring in Japan.
An early victim
Cinderella
Destroyed her coach
Into fantasy.
Forgotten the fear
Of Halloween
Masked forever
By Armageddon.
I made peanut butter and jelly
for Jane whose feet were very smelly,
because they stunk sooo bad
I got darn piping mad...
my lunch stayed away from my belly!
Flowers are wheat
Flour is draught
Unmixed it flies
Mixed it builds up
Bread for its eaters
Two hands divide
Unity in diversity
© John Chinaka Onyeche
Warm
Osmic
Man eaters
Adorable
Nice
Beaut
Upbeat
Insistent
Lovely ladies
Touch
Light Up The Page 3 Poetry Contest
Sponsor Joseph May
3-19-2019
locked - cell
dark hides in my place
my vains are filled with ebony
cut me and find out
my inner peace is lost outside
i will drown you where you stand
i eat egg eaters
K.
Step out of the way or get crushed
Here they come
The mighty Gog and Magog
Wild men with hideous faces
Forever at each others throats
Manners of wild beasts and eaters of blood
Form:
being fed rubbish
remember there is no spoon
it's all in your head
5/29/18
There’ll be no trick or treaters knocking on our door.
Just us candy eaters watching movies on the floor.
Halloween is cancelled because of all the rain...
and to get up in the morning we’re gonna need a crane.
Theme - Loving Food.
People Chubby
Short and Stubby.
Hearty Eaters
Egg Beaters.
Gaining Weight
Without Faith.
Filling Stomachs
Lying in Hammocks.
What a Folly
O how Jolly.
Loving Food
Always in the Mood.
You are what you eat.
Pig meat is for those who like
to wallow in it,
whatever "it" is .....
Beef eaters are fat, angry
methane producers.
You are what you eat:
fruits, grains and vegetables make
happy, healthy folks.
Sister's are like blisters.
They hurt those misters.
Brothers are like candy
They choke on brandy
Mothers are like books
They mess with the crooks
Pets are like eaters
They bite the cheaters
Family is scary
Because their always Wary
Corpulent cottagers clapping like clowns
a fat Friday festival, gobblers and gowns.
Merry mad munchers of muffins and mirth
do-si-do dumbly, eaters of earth.
Champagne sugar shoved in a shoe
If love lasts not long, love handles will do.
Someday. In old age.
My well-being will be in the hands of:
Underpaid cutters and x-addicts
serial texters and sadists
tide pod eaters-assorted derelicts
the odd minister,
lost Christmas carolers...
I pray to remain somewhat fit.
We're eating the earth
peck by peck
selfish little pigeons
never giving back
always cooing a whole lotta crap.
Approaching the core
peck by peck,
eating every seed
in one godly tantrum
all hell breaking free
everything will be cleansed-eventually.
What if the sky was merely the hem of giant Cinderella’s dress?
What if a dowager’s toothbrush’s message is truly dangerous?
What if a lamb chop eater is a killer in disguise and distress?
What is a principal of puppy eaters decided to confess?
Would the world then be in any less than a mess?
( for Syria)
Flywheels enamel
with heartblood,
aortal ticks hesitate
before the dull bang
of a falling fist;
the fat knuckle
of the next hit,
tick tick the small ones,
the eaters of dust,
stone-eyed they
fall apart like lost time,
the weights that
regulate all this
are unbalanced.
Noses all upturned
the potato eaters sit
beneath a lamp suspended
from out of the gloom.
Van Gogh's search for inner light
began with the Dutch peasants.
~~~~~~~~ for Abe Lopez contest ~~~~~~~~
Van Gogh's "The Potato Eaters"
a choka in 5-7-7-5-7-7
10/24/2023?
I had a most unique, unusual dream!
I woke, wide-eyed and there they stood!
Five meerkats, so darling, not made of cedar wood.
Of the notorious, great mongoose family are they.
Rodent eaters, and plants, by moonlight and day.
Traveling in packs of ten or more, to hunt and to play!
Snuggling in the covers
Chilly hands and feet
Frisky cats playing in the cool air.
Highschool football team in the homecoming parade.
Pickup trucks pulling trailers with four wheelers and
deer stands, congest the weekend byways.
What's that? Ping-Pow-Bang!! Oh! The rifles!
Look out, destructive pea eaters.
They lived and toiled when
The living was not easy
Weather and soil yielded no
Grace nor bountiful
Harvest to nurture body
Providence however reign
A long hard day ends
For the family of four
Potatoes and tea
Baked and boiled for all to share
Grateful expressions of care
"The Potatoe Eaters" by van Gogh
Through and after
A nuclear blast
We'll still be around
Eating crap
Fear of light
Perserves out fate
Were hidden between cracks
In the darkest of place
Persnickety eaters
Surely not
We'll eat our own dead
Just merely for a snack
We will still be around
Long after you're gone
Eluding light
And eating crap
Form:
The death eaters flew
onyx agate eyes,
prince’s of darkness
pall bearers of morn,
they flew…..
Between rivers of tar
onto islands of emerald
in mated pairs
they flew….
Beak and talon gore
blind sided by entropy
pinioned pirates
black holes of caw cophony.
Serpent tongues splay
shredding the cosmos
they flew………
Infidel fish arrive,
shoals of blank-eyed eaters swim in circles,
each time the head turns toward Mecca
they nudge it in another direction.
Sea-bugs emerge,
dyspeptic crustaceans as small as fleas,
fastidious eaters
that consume only hate.
Above the waves a ship sails away,
having buried again
the evidence of hells D.N.A.