Best Pigs Poems
they do
and sheep possess concentration levels
that allow them to watch television
which is extraordinary
and so is broccoli
i like polo mints
my daughter calls them doughnut mints
her favourite book is called 'stop that cow'
which involves a 357 mag with an 8-inch barrel
a pig in a forty-nine dollar wig
the agitated cow asks, "you wouldn't happen to have
a pack of cigarettes."
the guinea hog replies, "i don't smoke."
"i didn't think so."
i met my best friend in a cafe
he told me statistics mean nothing
This was written with regard to Jan's poem about the sad truth she discovered yesterday. An attitude adjustment is desperately needed for anyone who would try to manipulate others. https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/the_sad_truth_behind_the_reduction_of_comments_on_my_poems_974921
It's a cheeky, brazen pig who orders people around by saying,
"Don't comment on her poems, and don't read anything by him."
You wallow in a pig sty while on innocent poets you are preying.
With a demeanor such as that, your life must be pitiful and grim.
Stop slinging your dirty barnyard sludge in the faces of other poets.
You should feel ashamed for doing something so cruel and asinine!
But you'll never admit to what you've done and everyone knows it.
A poet's words are pearls, never meant to be thrown before swine.*
*Matthew 7:6
All States have Deep States
They are dark, dangerous and delusional
But they control and control they do well
How are the world wars contrived?
Are these deep states stirring the pot?
What can we do individually to help?
Thousands are dying
Millions are crying
Yet countries are vying..
Vying to gain control and dominate
They share no love with the common man
It's as if the devil has surfaced and shown himself
I cry with my head in my hands
And I plead to the New World Order...
Please stop the killing fields
The young and the old, the women and the sick...
All are victims of innocence
When will the bombs stop?
You rest and you drink your tea
While soldiers hide in cold trenches
Not knowing when they will meet the next deadly bullet
I for one, care!
Stop the insanity!!
End all wars please!!!
Verse one:
One day when all the air is gone
When the stars grow where the trees belong
I will still love you
If there comes a day when all is gray
Cause to the moon, all colors ran away
Oh I will still love you
If suddenly pigs really fly
And broken hearts don't make us cry
Don't you worry, I will still love you
Chorus:
I will love you until then, I will love you
Until the sun rises high under the sea
Until the oceans drain and nothing remains
Except eternity
Until then I'll love you and you'll love me
Verse Two:
Sometime when even time won't exist
And your sweet kisses I can resist
I will still love you
A time when all we know is turned upside down
When what holds it together comes unbound
I will still love you
And if you ever say goodbye,
I'll keep begging you for one more try
And even then, I will still love you
Chorus:
I will love you until then, I will love you
Until the sun rises high under the sea
Until the oceans drain and nothing remains
Except eternity
Until then I'll love you and you'll love me
Bridge:/tag:
Perhaps when I am dead and gone
My love for you won't be as strong?
But that's the one thing I'll never believe
You can tell me there's only dust
where mountains once stood
Or that God is bad
and the devil is good
But never say
There will come a day
When our love will fade away...
Cause, I will love you, even then, I will love you
Chorus:
I will love you until then, I will love you
Until the sun rises high under the sea
Until the oceans drain and nothing remains
Except eternity
Until then I'll love you and you'll love me
I kept those little pigs alive
to stall the beasty, pursed to huff,
while piglets fled and still survive.
They live immortal and contrive
the hungry masher to rebuff.
I kept those little pigs alive.
Their only goal was to deprive,
escaping sometimes in the buff,
the piglets fled and still survive.
My story told again to five,
while kiddies shivered at the chuff,
I kept those little pigs alive.
In rapt attention they arrive
to hear the tale, told off the cuff
of pigs who ran and still survive.
My sound effects resembled jive
as kids' excitement gathered fluff;
I kept those little pigs alive,
the ones who fled and still survive.
A life like a pig
Warm bath in my pink teacup
Is full of regret
24.02.2016
A-L Andresen :)
From old pond frog
to this Questionku--
are haiku Guinea Pigs?
to make one's life unfair
I was helping a customer with her internet issues,
and remarked that before we’re done, that she will be
like one of our field technicians.
She indicated that she did not want to be a network guru.
"When pigs fly,” she said. I told her that I had read an article of a
farmer that had done just that, he was able to get his pigs to fly.
He had strapped small jet engines and wings to the backs
of his piglets, started them up and away they went.
He had them launch from the barnyard with some geese,
horses, chickens, cows and newsmen looking on.
Lead heading on the local newspaper article said,
"PIGS FLY, GOOSE IS COOKED".
The farmer was sorry that the goose was too close
to the action, but had a great victory meal..
…and the customer was laughing so much that she
didn’t notice that she had accomplished the task at
hand, and was able to get her internet up and running.
The Three Little Pigs
The three little pigs
Had lost their wigs
So now all the animals saw
Was three little bald wiggly pigs
They had pen and paper
Pigs writing poetry
They said oinking and inking was in their nature
We have to change the laws of the legislature
Pigs and poetry was made a crime
The horses sneered, well it was about time
They wrote dirty prose and broken verse
Why even Orwell felt this was totally perverse
The ducks just clucked
As ducks normally doo
They chuckled at pig poets going to the loo
They would soon fly away, or else they would be forced to sue
The three little pigs
For their poetry stew
Nuwas rode in on his donkey grey
Looked at the pigs and said oh no don’t you stay
When Abu yelled to the sheep over there
He said bring me a sheepskin and a little of him
Wine flowed as he spun his tales from jail
Of the young couple Mary and Joseph, he laughed and he wailed
Why he said of the three little pigs
Thought themselves Royals cause they wrote with pig-pens
At the wave of his glass, is said be off to your dens
I of antiquity, shall cheer and dance with my fellow turkmen
Seeking justice the pigs went to the owl
However the goats looked up and cried that’s a fowl
Now the farmer was away paying his taxes in town
When he came back to the farm
He found three little pigs had drowned
Notes: This was inspired by a combination of ideas concepts, the first being George Orwell’s Animal Farm, then the controversial proclivities of Abu Nuwas, and the common thread, other than the bizarre, is the freedom to question all things, the failure to do so, only slows down the advancement of science and new ideas.
Phillies Triple-A
Lehigh Valley Iron Pigs
almost Major League
pigs fly
against their will
tornado season
pigs in the blanket
buy at the market
for some its dogs in dough
stuffed cabbage what I know
I have a friend named Archibald Green--
Strangest pig farmer I've ever seen.
Now, this weird friend of mine
Always transports his swine
In the back of his stretch limousine.
Three Pigs
by Melanie D Palmer
There were three pigs.
One was rich and had common sense.
The middle one was poor and dense,
Youngest one was book smart with a bit o scense (common sense & cents).
Smart pig built a house made from bricks,
Stood out more then the others.
Middle pig made house from hay,
He was dumb, they stayed away from one another.
The youngest looked in the book, made his outta sticks.
He was book smart, but no sense like his older brother
The neighbor, was sly as a fox.
He was a wolf with tricks up his sleeve.
His wife got mad,
Finally told him to leave.
She got tired of him not being responsible,
Only wanted to hang out with his pet peeve.
He decided to hang out in the woods,
Began to snoop around.
On his face was a smile,
Certainly not a frown.
He was dressed like a girl,
Wearing a beautiful night gown.
He went to the youngest pig's house.
Asked to enter his door.
Pig said, "get out of here!"
"I've seen you somewhere before."
Wolf decided to not waste hs breath,
Took a match and lit the sticks.
Pig could see him standing there, licking his lips.
Ran to the dumb brothers home.
He opened the door, his brother was alone.
The wolf said, "let me in to visit."
"I am the neighbor you've known."
Took a match and lit the house.
They ran to their smart brother with a skip and a hop.
The wolf huffed and puffed said, "forget it."
Climbed to the chimney and down he dropped.
They were cooking veggie soup,
He dropped into the pot.
Now he didn't have to go to the store,
Waited to eat, until it was nice and hot.
They went to tell his old lady he was dead.
She said, "oh well, I am much farther ahead."
THE END