Best Pig Headed Poems
Mama Africa,
Land of my ancestors' birth;
Source of all mankind,
the once Shangri la of mother earth.
Stir up the spirit of the Mau-Mau in vibrato on the bongo.
Your ways are far higher than the crags of the Kilimanjaro.
Let the cry for freedom rides the winds of the Serengeti,
and the walls of segregation fall like confetti.
With careful utterances,
ransack the minds of the pig-headed souls.
Uhuru milele! Milele bure!
Adamantly, gluttons deprive her black gold.
In the villages, griots will invoke a new story.
Follow the way of the lion,
and watch out for the hyenas.
When the rivers are dry in Tanzania,
danger resides in the mud.
Remember; when liberty is threaten in Somalia,
freedom is written in blood.
Blood stained her crevices with love;
black sons’ and black daughters’ blood.
Eyes flared in agitation
Damasked in utmost lament
The tyrants laughed in vanity
Remains of his mother lie still
As if the winds were holding their breath
The urn cracked and cold as night
Alone, the eyes softened
His heart a hermit of radiance
Temples tingled as silence stayed
The unprofaned laughter now ash-shamed
Hot tears of fervor reduced their pig-headed ways
He kneeled to his mother as they gazed
In the urn she no longer cried
Even in the urn did she not abide
April 28, 2014
Stubborn, pig-headed, obstinate
just had to have my way, inconsiderate
wanting this, wanting that, only what I could bring
trying to control everything;
made you bend to all my dreams
poorly self-centered planned schemes,
you bent, reluctant but ever giving in
my wants and needs, my selfishness forgiving;
not once did I think more of you than for myself
putting all your needs upon the shelf
late I saw the blessings in your self less love for me
forgive me please, I'm so sorry.
I am unappreciated by you and you show no remorse
Of couse not you do no wrong
You God damned Sociopathic jacka$$
Your the only one who damn well matters
arent ya ,you pig headed imbusal
Im gonna rip your heart out
oh wait... you dont have one
So guess that doesnt work
Why dont you just go play in traffic,
like some common retard would do
but I guess you fit to well into that catagory
you simple minded fool
How dare you treat me so
How dare you
ill oughta sell your organs on the blackmarket
Im not the one
dont fall asleep ,or it'll death that you reap
Now the end has come
I'm so furious
about your attitude
and feelings about us
You're pig headed and rude
To avoid arrest
I walked away
Knowing you'd protest
my love isn't a game to play
I clenched my fist
To hold back the venom
while the truth you'd twist
Now the end has come
My mama warn me about boys like you.
But I was to pig headed to listed to her.
I had to learn the hard way.
Now I'm left lonely,and with responsibility maded for two.
With all the things mama warn me about.
Always left me regretting it,and saying I'm sorry.
This time I'm not really sorry.
I don't really regret it at all.
Even though I learn the hard way about love,
and heartbreak.
A vert good thing came from it, a wonderful son.
House Speaker, Nancy Pelosi
Her pleas please Democrats' hearts, pure poesy
Collusion, Obstruction -- Beseechment
Pig-headed President's Impeachment
Bright eyes looking in the mirror
Curious, old, yet still striking.
Searching, wondering, mysterious.
All the comforts of youth and naivety.
Defiant and forthright
What does that mean?
Pig-headed and stubborn, one face looks into the other.
Forever constant and too fragile to change,
One end linking to the other,
Joined at the hip yet moving separately.
All the comforts of youth and naivety.
Sleeping and yet constantly awake
in a private world of make believe,
where everything is possible even when it's not.
The tired exploits of a forgotten past and over active imagination.
Belief and truth merging into one.
Looking into the mirror, curious, old, yet still striking.
All the comforts of youth and naivety.
What does that even mean?
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So this is the end
Your presidency has expired
Smelling like a pile of fertilizer!
Taking the rights of everyone!
And lies you mask to sound true
Just to save your toasted behind!
Your lies keep burying you
Deeper and deeper into that hole
Until you meet Satan in Hell
Who'll be happy to take your soul!
Crisp it until its nothing, but ash!
Because that's where you belong!
Hiding the truth from the masses!
As you watch us all fight for survival!
The lives of millions struck by the plague
Their blood is on your hands
You silly, pig-headed fool!
And if a question puts you in a rut!
You always make up something quick
Because your always telling lies
To cover up your roasted behind!
Secret conspiracies and hidden truths
Kept hidden from the eyes and ears
Of the globe that are on edge
As their being guide through the smoke
Of the chaotic biological war
We found ourselves in!
Tell us Mister Trump
How does it feel?
Driven up the wall
No where left to run?
Your deceipt is exposed
Your words are crap
Your attempts are bull!
Your help is mediocre!
Your dooming our world!
Your keeping loved ones apart!
Lives young and old
Falling prey to this menance!
Its time to step down!
Its time to retire!
Its time to be done!
Its time to face your punishment!
You'll go down in history
As the worst president in the world
THat brought about a pandemic
And how you suffered the price!
Your time is up, Trump
Time to come forward
Take your punishment
And get the hell out
Off of Earth for good!
That boy ain’t gon amount to much,
he be in way deep
to too much bad stuff
That pig-headed kid
don’t listen to what any old folk say,
he think he know everything
Boasting that only suckers pray
Papa say that fool
don’t have an ounce of sense
in his empty head
Mama just sigh and say,
that boy
lucky he ain’t dead
Auntie say: Yes he is,
he just don’t know it yet
Billy goat boy is as stubborn as they get
Uncle frowns and reaches down
into his pocket, muttering:
Ain’t no jail cell that boy ever met to regret
Looks like I done sho’ nuff lost that bet
She was crouched
semi collapsed
no one could touch her
a fire of dignity
would raise from her feet
to lift the line of her chin
determination etches new lines
worry brought
the sweat pig headed pain
corrugating furrows
soldiering on
striking and slashing
at every obstacle
till time had no mind
for her pride
and the spectre
that dogged every fall
every twitch
each scrap of scoundrel death
then her eyes fired
when her body could not
her spirit never diminished
even as she jumped up
to brush poppies in heaven
radiant inscrutability
she was ready
for the next campaign
and leapt
—-
dignity made wings
that now,
soar the stars
in one breath
liberation
You say tomato, but I say tomaaaato!
Don't mean a rat's ass, should worry about tomorrow
Perhaps in their own mind
The pig-headed kind
Think the world owes 'em stuff, that's their motto
A Difference in Opinion
There once was a conversation
Bickering about something,
Something somewhat preposterous.
The two fought
side on side
Left on right
When in the end they agree to disagree
cause both are too obstinate, mulish, and pig headed
There all of these at once because no one would listen.
10/20/2021
I say tomato, but I you tomaaaato!
Don't mean a rat's ass, should worry about tomorrow
Perhaps in their own mind
The pig-headed kind
Think the world owes 'em stuff, it's their damn motto
Henrietta is an inflexible being
her ideas are unbending and sacred
to say she is stubborn
is like calling the White House a hut
or a cobra a worm
My daddy called her pig-headed
it pleased her, she liked it
she has never married
no one has tried to knock her door down
or pick her up and take her to a cave
She has never changed one single idea
they were her parents ideas
so they are good enough for her
and somehow please her cats too