Warts on a hog for now will never go away
The heady preacher belts out a sermon
Halfway time to stretch then pray and pay
Binds you to perdition certain
A godless generation wakes to see
No way to reconcile even a minute
The overture correction will ever be
Achieving marker less than deficient
Categories:
hogs, christian, religion,
Form: Rhyme
if your from the country side
the land is wide
plenty of logs
mabe bargaring dog
ON THIS
CHICKEN
FARM WITH HOGS
Categories:
hogs, adventure,
Form: Prose Poetry
scrambling for dollars
we are hogs in mass
rooting and tooting
with greed slathering our snouts
picking up our assault rifles
shooting into the crowd
hoping to kill the right people
Or the wrong ones
Just the ones who are not snooty stuck-up hogs
All the others actually
We are scrambling for top billing
Hoping to make a salary for the rest of our lives
Without having to work like the peons who put us here
And, hey let’s take the social security away from the others
The wrong ones, Okay? And maybe put their children in cages.
We are the all-powerful ones, right?
Categories:
hogs, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Political Verse
soft roses, held in bloodless fingers,
bleed a scented redness
caressed by lusts ache
masquerading as a gentle touch
each petal a charade
a “loves me – loves me not”
catharsis of collusion
covering its tracks
heart shaped
convenience store memories
withering dreams
melting on the dashboard
the groundhog smiles
its shadowless reflection
reveling in winters
unpredictability
John G. Lawless
©2/4/2019
Categories:
hogs, valentines day,
Form: Free verse
They invade the cafe at first light
Then with latte and laptop held tight
They seize tables for four
To let go nevermore
So all others drink coffee upright
With a bored intellectual stare
That one hankers to be Molière
If he's writing a play
For a hit on Broadway
Then its plot must involve Solitaire
One's quite the scientific young chap
For which typing is no handicap
He must write his thesis
By psychokinesis
Cause the keyboard gets hardly a tap
That one with the big apple fritter
Is researching a mental transmitter
He's receiving the thoughts
Of strange cosmonauts
Transferred through Facebook and Twitter
Perhaps you will think I'm pretentious
And more than a little contentious
But it's just a disgrace
To monopolize space
And I think that's the general consensus
Categories:
hogs, satire,
Form: Limerick
Welcome to the Hogs head
The local ye olde pub
The ale tastes like urine
And there's maggots
In the grub.
There's straw on the floor
A pee bucket by the door
And rats scurry in groups of ten or more.
The busty wenches serve the ale
And over the centuries
There's been spoken
Many a tale
Gossip soon gets far
Tankards flow with ale.
There by the fireside
Is a secret door where
Dick Turpin often hides.
Over by the bar is Robin Hood
And his merry men
Their very merry
And drunk again.
The place is a den of iniquity
Pickpockets and theif's
You can always get a
Stolen purse
or sheep real cheap before you leave.
The regular drinkers often burst into song
In a drunken stuper their often out of tune
And the words come out wrong.
The place is really smelly
And you have to watch your step you do
Just in case you step on and get pig poo on your shoe.
The place never closes
And all the posh folk
Turn up their noses
at such a hovel.
But your always welcome
Why not come on down
And give it a go
Or you'll never know.
Peter Dome.copyright.2014.June.
Categories:
hogs, baptism, drink, giggle, hilarious,
Form: Free verse
Have you ever noticed on Ground Hog Day
The ground hogs hog the spotlight
They're frigging ground hogs for crying out loud
We honour these rodents in spite
Supposedly they know when winter will end
So we let them have their say
They don't need to tell us there's six weeks left
March twenty-first is the day
There's Wiarton Willie and Punxsutawney Phil
Renowned in Canada and the States
I vote we get rid of these annoying li'l buggers
And celebrate with hog stew and cake!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Categories:
hogs, angst,
Form: Quatrain
They wrote us off this season,
Haters kept saying 'not this year'
Outside the stadium now it's changed;
Sizzling excitement crackles the air
Each one of us knows why we're here;
Hosting the biggest NFL rivalry
Out for the win, another victory;
Going for the division, the NFC East
Sunday, All Hail! Beat the Cowboys!
Categories:
hogs, football
Form: Acrostic
they fill empty
space with empty words
the blog hogs
Categories:
hogs, social,
Form: Haiku
What If the Hogs Wouldn't Eat the Slop?
By Elton Camp
Too many folks, filthy from TV will deplore
But yet continue to watch it more and more
They say, "The world's going to Satan, I fear,"
Yet eagerly at the noxious show continue to peer
The channel is certainly easy enough to change
To turn off the set, a finger click will arrange
A great many shows, with explicit sex are filled
People say they are offended will sit there thrilled
If such programming didn't bring in the dough
Producers would quit turning it out, though
If, about TV content, one intends to have a fit,
At least don't support it and become a hypocrite
Categories:
hogs, funny,
Form: Rhyme
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deceiving so many on fake profiles, jamming up an entire section
the only ones being searched for ALL YOURS
repulsive vanity hog
block block block
Categories:
hogs, angst
Form: Verse
Some drivers are so selfish
And some are arrogant with it
It seems that when they buy a car
They think the road comes with it
Categories:
hogs, funny
Form: I do not know?