Long Hogs Poems

"You really wanna know? Cause I'll tell ya if you really wanna know. You'll be thinkin' I'm crazy before I'm done, but I'll tell ya... ifn' you really wanna know."

The day started like any other,...

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It was Christmas Eve, a Thursday
On the Northern Express Christmas Train
We were on our way north through the wilds
And our  destination was to be old Hornepayne

One hundred and eighty two people
Three kittens, one goat...

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Reverend Ralston Pews had no idea what he was going to see at 
the Honkland Shonkastada Diner, but he knew it would be entertaining.
It always was.  A tiny confistacate was happening, he could hear...

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Pittsburgh, hammertown, Chuck Knoll and his boys
established the best Superbowl Era dynasty
with the "Steel Curtain" defense and the "Blonde Bomber" Bradshaw,
a defense disciplined on shrapnel and elite ego,
"Mean Joe Greene" and Jack Lambert, a compulsive...

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Grandma Gretchen's in her rocker and she has something to say. 

She tells a visitor, a young man from the city, if he plans to write a book about life on a farm in the...

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Young James Pruitt was an ordinary boy;
he grew up in an ordinary town.
But set a spell, and I’ll tell a tale
of how some not-so-ordinary things went down.

See, James was a good boy; he did his...

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Open minded Ike, who hailed from County Pike
Inherited a classic Indian Motor Bike
Being open minded and concerned it might offend
He buried it in the land fill of South Bend
Open minded Ike lived on the old...

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Tonight the act of naming fell through the floor.
We speak permeable solids inflect’d by light.
Things move indistinctly: a pine palette floats
momentarily from semi truck’s bed, crosses
its body with windshield; ovidian shift from a
Forest to an...

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ANOTHER DAY IN THE MINE
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
	


I woke up this morning with a pain in my back
From a cold wind blowing in through a crack
I sleep with my little brother and he hogs the blankets
What...

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One dark night a saucer crashed;
the military quickly cleaned up the trash.
In the distance, what they didn’t see;
a thin, white face between the trees.

Once all was quiet, little Gili-ok crept,
from the woods where he had...

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Animal Chain Atrocities

No longer a bucolic photo op
bedecking a cover of Life magazine

Free grazing
pastoral images
now but bewildered enslavement

Animal commodities
factory farms and feedlots
CAFO habitats raising
sixty billion a year for dinner tables

Chickens

Hi-Tech slaughter
football fields long
alethic poor
four walled...

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Here’s Some Nice Poem By A, “Punny” Guy

Puns are nice, but I need a living
so I can get all life is giving,
but I don’t drive and can’t afford a chauffeur.
Each job I’ve tried just turns...

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As told by The "Redoubtable Marmaduke" the fog bog jogging hog


The odd bog dog
Was known as such
Because he lived on a log
By a bog
And everyone thought that was very odd

Now; the odd bog dog who...

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The surrounding grounds were prairie grasses and brush.  Trees were 
scattered along the west boundary while the eastern area was furnished with a 
heavier growth of various kinds of trees.  Willows and buffalo...

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Walking through the tall pines of Perlarcher forst 
Munich Germany I walk deep within the woods 
every day the barbarian alps in my view colorful 
leaves rustle beneath my feet my London fog 
trench coat...

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On the first day of Christmas my granny gave to me, an ornament to put on the Christmas tree
On the second day of Christmas my granny gave to me, two jingle bells and an ornament...

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Otto`s life is not
their British
sickular motto
Grue is his banner
left by his
blue-eyed Brit mom
left long by one of
those hated South
African Paki
His guilty pleasures
in Green Street have
no recognition like
many such Aussies in
mulberry bushes
Yet he shovels the
stake of...

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Cat is a good old dog
But sometimes he cases my hogs
Cat has been around for a long time
I miss the days when he was in his prime
He used to kill squirels and sometimes my cats
But...

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The ranch on which I hang my hat, though short on most the frills,
Is thirteen sections, give or take, of rugged trails an’ hills.
We call it ‘home’, our little world, our very own frontier,
Amongst the...

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In open Nebraska, eighteen eighty-six,
lived a man named Floyd Belgard.
Only twenty years, he lived with his pa,
a ranching man named Richard.

Richard had moved out this way
about seven long years before.
After loosing his wife and dry-goods...

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...Besides them we have the zombies,
by far easiest to contain,
they spend all day shuffling slow
to the nearest pile of cowbrains.
We throw them in every few hours,
(The meat we give to the werewolves),
they chow down in...

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“And I remember Muscatine -still more pleasantly  - for its summer sunset. I have never seen any on either side of the ocean that equaled them.”  Samuel Clemens in his younger years when...

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Prayer to the Stone of Sobriety

Under a purple flannel-like sheet, but not as soft; 
As warm as flannel-but hotter,
I am sweating.
The flannel shroud soaks up my sweat like my liver soaks up venom

I see angry...

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The Silence of War

Behind the Curtains of a church window
Men in Prayer, orchestrated by sweat and Lice
Find relief from snipers gaze

Beside the cross sits the last candle
Flickering precariously, searching for sanctuary from the wind
But the...

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.     The orange and gold leaves are falling, days are shortening, a little more 
everyday. 
The chill in the air and brisk wind tells us to prepare for the cold. Daddy...

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