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Pigs that swim the Caribbean aren't just silly rumors,
Polly is just such a pig, from the island of Exumas ...
Oh, Polly loves the water so, her family loves it, too,
Always tepid, crystal clear, and bright Bahamian blue.
It may seem quite unusual, for swine to EVER swim,
Stranger still, what Polly does as day is growing dim.
Tho' she loves the water, her favorite thing's the sky,
Yes, Polly has a special gift, as she knows how to FLY!
She tries to keep it quiet, not upstage her family's act,
For many are the tourists that swimming pigs attract.
She always waits until the sun is far 'neath the horizon,
A canopy of midnite stars is the sky that Polly flies in.
Her favorite time to fly is when the moon is full and pale,
The Caribbean breezes are what curl her piglet tail ...
Winging 'neath the Milky Way, riding moonbeams, bright,
Spinning with a loop-the-loop, doing pirouettes in-flight.
To dive and tickle wave-tops and make her hoof-trails glow,
To Hop from cloud to puffy cloud - count islands far below.
Her family thinks she's "flighty", and rather out-of-hand
But any pig who doesn't fly, isn't apt to understand ...
She loves to be with family and friends upon the beach,
But Polly's home is with the sky, soaring reach-to-reach.
So, if you someday make that trip to Polly's native isle ...
Find a hammock, rest your feet, and watch the sky a while.
You may not catch her flying, very few have had the thrill,
But if you're patient and you're lucky, WHEN PIGS FLY ...
Perhaps you will!
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Your Choice Light Verse (Wit, Humor, Wordplay, Puns)" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Honoring Dr Seuss" Poetry Contest, Michelle Faulkner, Judge & Sponsor.
Friend to pancakes and scrambled eggs
Slices of heaven from succulent pigs
No sleepy head can stay asleep
Bacon's aroma makes taste buds weep
No cheeseburger can survive
When Bacon is piled up high
The sandwich of the gods
Bacon from the meat of hogs
Flavor savor smells so good
Eat it Eat it you know I would
Save the grease for extra flavor
Bacon is the taste I favor
Bacon bits make a salad palatable
Bacon strips make liver eatable
Bacon is the real deal
Bacon Bacon for every meal
Bacon cooked with cabbage
Without it life is savage
Bacon is a dog's favorite treat
Forget Fido let me eat
Smoked with hickory or applewood
Cured with sugars is understood
Crisp or chewy Yum Yummy Yum
Maple or peppered give me some
Baked, microwaved or fry
Without it kiss life goodbye
Bacon Bacon fills my freeza
Best part of any pizza
Bacon can never be eaten raw
Buy precooked if no time to thaw
Bacon makes a wonderful jerky
Bacon is pork never turkey.
The Wall (version 2)
Berlin terror
Pink Floyds pinkish era
Flying pigs
Mexican gigs
Rolling stones
Dead old bones
Behind tall walls
Cowards with guards stall
As we march towards better days
Jimi was always in a purple haze
Mahogany desks from Thailand rushed
Unfolding ideas, exploring concepts rotting in rust
Honor the monarch only if he is a butterfly
We the people must do as we must
Building walls is great
For the shortsighted and tiny mighted
For those with bountiful eyes and compassionate souls
Tear down the walls, and let our eyes explore
Taste the cultures, and reach for the sun
There is no wall to keep mankind undone
The universe is ours
Soon we shall over run
Notes: Certainly be fun to hear what you read into certain lines!
Once upon a time so very long ago,
I took my dogs out for a run not far from home and so,
I thought we would all be fine beneath the cooling shadows,
Of the trees and bushes as we ran past fields and fallow.
The forest was the place for us where we might see a deer,
And mayhap chase some rabbits and splash through streams so clear.
We loved the forest and the fields, loved resting in the shade,
Of the Pine grove way out back where squirrels and wild things played.
One day while we hunted there to see what we might find,
We happened on a bunch of pigs, not tame, the wild kind.
Big black tuskers that they were with humps and sloping heads.
You can't chase them, they won't run, they'll chase you instead.
Immediately the dogs gave chase and just as quickly scattered.
I went straight up the nearest tree, escape was all that mattered.
The dogs went home and gathered 'round the porch and Mama knew,
Something was wrong and called the boys and they were worried too.
The dogs went home without me, a sign something was up.
They told them "Go find Judy!", the trail was soon picked up.
The pigs had gathered 'round the tree where I hung and cried.
I could hear Mom calling me, worried what betide,
Her wandering girl out in those woods, she sent the boys to find me.
Meanwhile the pigs got tired and left so I came down the Pine tree.
My uncles laughed and laughed at me as they told the story,
Of how they found me in the woods climbing down a Pine tree.
What were you doing, alone in the woods, my John,
What were you doing out at dawn?
Why it hasn't rained for ages now,
So many failed crops, and fields you must plough.
Your dirty clothes are all so glum.
You're just a little dirty bum
You deserve no pity, my son.
Go up and clean yourself, get done,
There'll be no food for you tonight,
And don't dare cry you messy mite.
What were you doing, alone in the woods, my John,
What were you doing out at dawn?
You dared disobey me again,
Bastard idiot and a pain.
Look at your clothes, all wet with dew,
Torn without a valid reason, too.
Do you think that I can afford
Money needed, is all we hoard?
I'll show you what attire you'll fray.
I swear I'll tear your hideaway.
What were you doing, alone in the woods, my John,
What were you doing alone at dawn?
Did I not send you to get twigs,
Why do you behave like poor pigs?
What are those stains around your face?
Eating berries? Did you say grace?
There, how's that for a bloody punch?
Now your face looks best like a crunch,
Can't even take his correction.
Wipe that juice, you misconception.
What were you doing, alone in the woods, my John,
What were you doing alone at dawn?
Were you smooching with silly ****,
That goody goody, y mutt?
Go find a hooker, try to learn
What true pleasures women can burn.
You'll never learn from that hussy,
Good for nothing bit of lassie.
If I see you again with her,
Why I'll castrate you forever.
What were you doing, alone in the woods, my John,
What were you doing alone at dawn?
Were not your father there with you?
Why is your face so red and blue?
Why haven't you returned together?
Eating berries in this weather?
Why is your new shirt so blood-stained?
Don't you know he will have you chained!
Oh John, my John, you'll never learn
Your father will kill you, he's stern.
What's that smile on your face, my John?
What were you doing, alone in the woods, my son,
What were you doing?
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My D.I.
Written: By Tom Wright
3-16-2008
I’ll say when you eat & I’ll say when you sleep
And from your recruit mouth I’ll hear not a peep
You’ll visit our barber and get an Army issue “burr”
You’ll resemble some prisoner just released from stir
You’ll sleep with your rifle and spit shine your boots
You’ll repeat my Jodie calls and hold all the hoots
You’ll be my road guard stopping the necessary cars
You’ll not leave Ft. Leonard Wood to frequent the bars
You’ll stand daily inspection and there best be no gigs
You’re in the Army now not back home with the pigs
We’ll first break you down then build you back up
When finished you’ll be a mad dog not a cur pup
You’ll like doing push-ups or that’s what you will say
“Cruit” you better learn to love it for it gets worse each day
You’re mother didn’t want you, that’s why you are here
Unfortunately I don’t either, but me, you’ll learn to fear
You’ll double-time on marches with an eighty-pound pack
And God save your behind if you’re the one in the back
You’ll fight hand to hand and learn to kill at close range
You’ll spit in another’s eye for less than asking for change
You’ll be subjected to ridicule to the extent that I can
For my job is to keep you alive and make you a man
Appreciate Uncle Sam for the Ozark vacation he’s giving
And never, never, call me sir, for I still work for a living
Nothing like a white glove inspection
with a bad breath DI nose to nose cursing you.
Ah the good old days. ha
I was working out back, while under the palms
I've a tendon-cy to stand under the limbs
to focus my eyes, and digest the surrounding glands cape
Plantar-d there on the ground was a carpenter ant
that caught my attention, and that is a fact!
Disarming he was, determined as well
making his way through tall blades of green grass
As hungry as a calf, he had shinnyed himself
He knuckled up under with all of his nerve
Hopped on an iris, like a tropical bird
and began eating his way through small fingers of lumbar
that was stacked against the rear of the old cellar door
Diget know? .. It was humerus to watch, how he testes his food!
Consuming the wood from the bottom to top
He tendon to stop, to take a deep thigh,
then back to devour, while munching his lunch.
Lashing away, until his jaws became sore
He must have consumed a whole foot, of lumbar or more!
Prostated he was, till he lymphed to the floor
Tomarrow I'll have only sawdust to store !
Ureter about fables, and stories of ants
They are truly able to eat a whole fence!
Their orbital cavitiy is bladder and bigger
than one might imagine…They've the gall to be pigs !!
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9/10/16
For Contest: Body of Work
Sponsor Viv
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Jungles scream at night.
The air is liquid lead dipped
in green fur.
The village has a lamp on a pole,
when the dark rushes in
that one light
makes a yellow circle of light
that we would run to
if danger pounced out of nowhere.
Insects are thickest
around 2 in the morning
they blanket ears and minds
deaden the soul.
Our savior arrives early,
dawn struggles up
from the reek and mire
to clear our heads.
Now it is the howling time,
a monkey chorus
proclaiming victory
over the snakes and panthers.
The village stirs,
they go for water,
feed the skinny chickens
and the hairy pigs.
The make-shift clinic opens
its straw eyes,
they come.
It was one of those spring days where everything was fine.
The ducks were laying, and the geese were flying in a v-line.
The sun was so beautiful, she outshone her own shine.
A faerie strutted by with a dandelion I thought was mine.
I am off to make some of the tastiest yellow and blue wine.
I asked if I could meet her in the next meadow to dine.
She climbed up the prettiest most decorative light blue vine.
No, she told me, because I am giving all my food to the swine.
But wait! I hollered after her. What about the whine?
The pigs get to decide, she told me. They will give me a sign.
I ran ahead and asked them to please say I was kind to swine.
They laughed and said “we don’t know you. Please don’t whine.”
Leftovers
Don’t let Christmas come in too much of a hurry
I really can’t handle one more turkey curry
The kids now want something else for their teas
So it’s six pigs in blankets and biscuits for cheese
Faced with leftovers for the rest of the hols
Anyone want anymore sausage rolls
A nice new year snack? The family concur
I get out the turkey... its covered in fur
So now that I’ve chucked out them old turkey loins
We’ll finish the pudding that mum filled with coins
The dentist is open next week, God willing
To sort out the molar I broke on a shilling
There’s thirty one days in every December
So why is it no-one can ever remember
The night that for good luck we don’t want to miss
Can anyone tell me when twelfth night is
So the tree’s folded up and it’s back in the loft
The best China’s packed up in something that’s soft
The Holly’s chucked out which seemed a bit drastic
When you consider that most it’s plastic
Granddad’s still sat in his gold paper hat
I ask why on Earth are you still wearing that
He says he don’t like to remove it too soon
Perhaps I should tell him it’s half way through June