Best Swine Poems


Premium Member Pandemic Pandemonium (Swine Flu)

Pardon skepticism, but it’s true
There’s too much ado about Swine Flu
Thirty-one deaths by May of ‘09
In 25 nations worldwide
 
Avoid all public transportation
And forego annual vacations
Protect us from the dreaded Swine Flu
By closing our schools and churches too
 
The government was slow to react
When HIV first left its tracks
On drug users, gay communities
Thousands died in the 1980s
 
But when the “pure of soul” met demise
With blood transfusions linked to lost lives
AIDS won interest from politicians
Lightning struck, they sprang into action
 
Swine Flu can kill, but what’s the fuss?
Other illnesses claim more of us
Look back to the Fourteenth Century
For true epidemiology
 
Black Death caused widespread annihilation
Nearly half Europe’s population
The Smallpox deadly legacy
Egypt-born, 1350 BC
 
Fifteen million had this disease
As recent as the 1960s
Eradication finally defined
December 1979
 
Return to Century Fourteen
To find the world’s first quarantines
Cholera ships confined to ports
But still this plague reached landlubbers’ doors
 
Regular flu in winter thrives
Each week taking 800 lives
Though common colds seldom spell doom
Thousands flock to emergency rooms
 
So answer this: Why all the hype
When Swine Flue takes a gentler bite
Newspaper headlines must be filled
Across their banners Swine Flue spills
 
Or could these reports be diversions
For something more foul in our nation
Are dogs now being wagged by their tails
As health hazards go, the Swine Flu pales
 
Hire Willie to write a theme song
But don’t expect us to sing along
Don’t blink, or Washington may think
They’ve succeeded in this hoodwink

Swine-Flu Paranoia

I fear you are spreading a dreadful disease
You cough sounds contagious...I shrink when you sneeze!
I have one small issue
Where the HECK is your tissue?
Don't spray your infection on ME (If you please)

Wine and a Swine

The weaker 
the wine, 
the bleaker 
the swine.

Volodymyr Knyr
2014


Pearls To Swine

this is a poem about idiotic fools who try to take kindness for weakness

i figured you were needy
but all you really wanna do is get your dirty hands greasy
yo,here's a little money to get you through the day
here's a little sandwich i was gonna throw away
what kind of a beast did i create?

you started being at the spots that you saw i love to be
a person turned to pest too quick and easily

and you had a stupid smile when i told you i was broke
it turned into saddened frown and i thought that you would choke
you don't wanna work
you stay drunk on devils wine
well the word of God tells me not to cast my pearls to swine

now you view me like the bad guy
like an evil enemy
but you're your own worst critic
you're just too blind to stop and see

better stop and smell the roses while your diggin in the trash
the world it owes you nothing
so you can stick it in your a..

so when you've got your hand out and i bless another soul
don't get mad and don't feel played out cause you dug yourself a hole
cause i love to be a blessing to those who don't expect it
when you see me eating steak and lobsters just enjoy your meal of s...

Swine Indeed

They brewed-up vaccines morose
pledging to self-diagnose
disease most scary
hoping to bury
pathos with each costly dose.
© John Weber  Create an image from this poem.

Ducks Vs Swine

When swine 
Feel sheen
Then ducks
Feel shy


Pearls Before Swine

home is where the heart is 
      I spewed forth my guts
laid open the treasure chest 
and offered up the crown jewels
while the swine cast
     their dung in the entrails

Swine Love

SWINE LOVE
Henry loved Penelope
it was him that she adored
but Henry grew quite restless
she could see that he was bored.

"Go take a break," she finally said
"this farm is long and wide
i know you've always dreamed to see
what's on the other side"
.
Henry 's first encounter
was Gabrielle the goose
"want to have some fun,"she asked
"go hog wild and hang loose?"

"I'm going on a flight," she said,
"come along and we'll glide high,"
"that won't work for me," said Henry,
"pigs dont know how to fly."

Daphne duck cruised on the water,
calling  for Henry to come in,
"that wont work for me”, he snorted,
"pigs don’t like to swim."

Sadie the cranky pit bull,
liked to be alone
so Henry rightly decided
to leave her on her own.

The smart old owl  flew overhead,
to put Henry back on track,
“Penelope needs you to come home
its time that you went back."

Henry agreed and knew the owl
was powerful and wise
for when he got back to Penelope
he was in for a huge surprise.

There were seven little piglets born
playing, having fun,
two daughters like Penelope
and five were Henry’s sons
.
Henry is at home to stay
he’s as happy as can be
doing whatever pigs do	
with his  barnyard family.				P

Liz Reilly

Swine

You said your, heart and love, was mine.
I know now, that was just a line.
Since you stole my adorations,
Along with all my possessions,
From now on, you are known as swine.

Premium Member Swine

America rots in the corpse
Of a swine
Wipe away the blood
You filthy liar
The world cries out
Only a gunshot
Just a single gunshot

Premium Member Rise of the Swine

For the swine shall arise 
from the river of fire
armed with the hammer 
of scornful desire 
seeking to feast
in its blood thirsty rage
on the meek and the feeble 
the weakened of age 

From his black soulless eyes
to his char crusted snout
alas he emerges
to trample about
fanning his flames 
he shall rise ever higher
this aching unquenchable 
belly of fire

All that remains 
in the wake of his gorge 
are the bloody and broken 
his hammer will forge
wildly swung
with a feverish scorn
as the people will wail 
of remorse as they mourn 

While the temperature rises
still higher and higher
Be but warned
of your burning desire
death and destruction
is all we acquire 
when the swine shall arise
from the river of fire

The Swine Flue Poem

I am called THE FLU
I came with those who flew

I have barely touched a few
And many are still Due
 
No body has any Clue
Of how to Subdue

If I am not there in YOU
It's just that you are in a Queue

Pearls and Swine

Snuffling for truffles
Scenting morsels of delight
Delirious swine

Drowning in the oyster beds
Drunk on mysterious wine

by Gail

Premium Member Pearls Before Swine

Drove past your old house, slowin' just because..
perhaps just to return to scene of the crime.
Kinda sad to find nothing left as once was, 
proof your lapdog better comfort than I.

Came to settle all old grievances,
finish what once so well begun, though breaking. 
My mistake in guess, you shined in happiness,
and the whole world was yours for the taking.

I know feet weren't meant to trample a heart,
and finer hands never meant my soul undone. 
Maybe there's hope for us, a chance at new start, 
can't hold my breath waitin' that day will come.

I touched your citrus seed, tasted tender skin., 
though forgot to quench thirst from sweet juice within.

Swine Rush


Little piggies in a hurry,
gotta run and catch that muddy dollar
As me rat race cheese-off,
peddling asphalt fumes of a 401k Harley

Punch-the-clock tired worker bees
drone alone in a homely cubicle
Fraidy kitty cats don’t snatch the keys,
‘cause blind mice can’t cloud read
the Free Spirit illume manifesto

Little piggies hate sleigh riding
the commuter Rosebud
Butterfly Effect daydreaming ... wondering what 
early retirement 
is piggy bank 
security blanket made of

Debt toll fees accumulate over time,
but there’s never enough 
vay-cay time
Not when you’re in a swine rush
to grab the last dime

And when the bio -clock turns,
you’ll find 
you’re past your prime
earning days
before you know it

Some little piggies toes
still got that youthful ambition
to stay on bacon patrol
Their vanity mirror never tells them
the potbelly truthful condition:
Corporate merger chitterlings circuit tales
got a real bad, downsizing smell

Nevertheless, those little piggies
lemming commit to the cliff swine rush
Going over the edge,
‘cause they can’t seem to make enough

Only tender Chicken Little piggies ... 
(so sauté pork chop top-dollar delicious)
with pie-in-the-sky eyes dreamy wishes,
do remain in the free-market game
Still searching fo’ five zeroes,
to number claim next to their name

Always huffing and puffing
in a swine rush
Ever self-happiness stealing,
never content ...
‘cause what they got ain’t 
never enough

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