Sir Billy Pig’s missing his oats
Miss Piggy Wig’s had hers, she gloats
But she’s looking so rough
Her bum’s full of crap stuff
Its output is brown and it floats!
I’m advised by a pal of mine
To “Never cast pearls before swine”
Or put lipstick on a pig
When it’s mouthing off big
Miss Piggy Wig’s an old bovine!
So many pearls before the swine
He didn’t know which to pick
So fell asleep and dreamed to fly
Straight up to some Alpean peak
There he took selfies, drank high tea
And then he flew back home
Down to the native piggery
Where one day he was born
His dream was suddenly cut short
No pearls around he saw
He yawned and in surprise he snored
Chewed pensively a straw
He thought “if I were not a swine
A butterfly I’d like to be
On multicoloured wings I’d fly
This time towards the sea.”
“Give not that which is holy unto the dogs, neither cast ye your pearls before swine, lest they trample them under their feet, and turn again and rend you.”
Matthew 7:6
So hard it can be
to take that upward trek
leading from the depths
of resentment’s abyss
where the stench of offensivenss
surrounding you
begins to gag you.
You can sputter and choke on
your horrible displeasure
(a few times in my life I've allowed this to occur)
but how good it felt to rise up
from the pit
where my own shiny pearls
had been hurled back at me
so cruelly.
I knew . . .
I knew very well
my pearls were never meant
for swine.
I say to all who feel that pain
of utterances most profane,
let them not echo in your ears.
Let not others' evil deeds
bring you to their level.
Take that road
that leads you up out of the abyss.
Tread steadfastly
and never look back
until their oaths against you
fade
into
nothingness.
Oct. 17, 2021
For the High Road Poetry Contest
of Regina McIntosh
*Image of Globes provided by Pixabay.
rain and pearl drops
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(*rain drops
syllable-based; 5-3-5.)
rain weaves north current
clouds knot up
patterns burst their seams
(*The Gulf Stream - Land has a lower heat capacity than oceans, and it also heats and cools faster than oceans. During the winter, the land is much colder than the oceans. When the westerly winds blow over it, the air cools substantially.)
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(**pearl drops
word-based; 3-5-3.)
snow white balls
melts from a woman's neck
swine frolic atop
(**Matthew 7:6 "Give not that which is holy unto the dogs, neither cast ye your pearls before swine, lest they trample them under their feet, and turn again and rend you.")
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2021 May 16
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.
We see their subterfuge
A low animal cunning
Geniality a camouflage
Deviousness concealing
We recognise but judge not
For as at this coordinate
Moving in a narrow ego slot
Baser instincts precipitate
Whatever for them we do
Casting pearls before swine
As they stir the toxic brew
We pray that love may align
Outcomes inconsequential
Yet no need to trauma bond
Sidestepping the inimical
We flow on with no demand
Our suggestions unsolicited
Find in hearts no resonation
We walk away love unrequited
Immersed in our own meditation
23-September-2020
This saying is simply divine
“You shouldn’t cast pearls before swine”
Some think they are cool
Then break ev’ry rule
Folk cheating are no friends of mine!
'Porkie Pies' is cockney rhyming slang for lies
11-02-17
Civil whoring: such architectural engineers of governmental grant of freedom.
Yea to bruise themselves,
lo, the magistrates
by way of horse-like member,
oh pearls before swine.
Wanting freedom of association
--although prohibited --
she will meet the quota.
Godly engineered to preserve
cultural integrity:
she will find freedom
its demise.
Drinking intoxicating semen
in a coat of many colors
there she takes her meal
fooling the blind.
Thinking temptation could never find her.
© S. Wesley Mcgranor
Unwise TO CAST PEARLS BEFORE SWINE. ONE'S LABOR IS PERFECT WASTE.
Don't cast your pearls of wisdom onto barren land.
Where minds don't want to know, or even understand.
Withhold wasting wise words, which would wilfully wither.
12/ 20/ 2015.
I drink and it didn't seem to take away the pain
I give my heart away it always ends up being ill treated all is well
If I cast my pearls before swine they will still be getting trampled still
I do with my hands what others can't I'm all heart no talent no skill
I'm like a bird falling from its limb
I can't feel the bitter cold wind or feel sorry for myself
There's swords over my head, I'm numb to the pain,
That means I can't feel fear
Just like they sneak through Windows and kill children
Like we're felling more pain than Americans ever filled still
DOn't bite the hand that feeds you
Don't burn your bridge behind you
Don't cast your pearls before swine
Don't change horses in midstream
Don't count your chickens before they are hatched.
Don't cross the bridge till you to it
Don't cut off your nose to spite your face.
Don't keep a dog and bite your self
Don't let the bastards grind you down
Don't look a gift horse in the mouth
Don't wash your dirty linen in public
Familiarity breeds comptempt
Feed a cold and starve a fever.
Don't upset the apple cart.
Don"t try to walk before you crawl
Don"t teach grandma to suck eggs
Don't throw the baby out with the birth water.
Don't spoil the ship for a ha'porth of tar
Don't rock the boat
Don't put the cart before the horse
Don't meet troubles half way.
Don't put new wine into an old bottle
There are more ways of killing a cat than choking it with cream
There are none so deaf as those that would not hear.
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
Take a gun, give it to me
And just teach to pull the trigger.
My chimeras will be free
And my life will be a fee
For their happiness and freedom.
Give me arms and get away!
I won`t fail to hit my target.
Am I Hatter or White Rabbit?
It`ll be a banner day.
Bang! The kiss is quick and hot.
Feeling steel lips of the bullet…
And my heart is slowly cooling.
Don`t you think it`s a good shot?
Should I ask for their mercy?
Must I cast my pearls before swine
Just in order to feel cozy?
No, I`m quarrelsome and noisy.
I am greedy. The pearls are mine.
Bang! It`s all the same for me now
Who will read and write my nonsense.
Why can`t I once make a great row?
Let me speak aloud. You know how
Much I wish it… Just read my poems.
Young ladies don’t cast your pearls before swine,
For their motives have many warning signs,
Cherish your beauty in everyway,
My darling sisters think twice before your so quick to lay,
Don’t become another statistic,
Remember your body is purely artistic,
Don’t sell your soul to a ravenous fool,
This is not just a promise, it is a lifelong tool,
Young princess, that’s who you really are,
Spare yourselves the unnecessary scars,
For out of the heart comes lies and deceit,
While you’re looking for love,
They are looking for fresh flesh to eat,
My angels, guard your treasure above all,
For at any moment you may slip up and fall,
Charm is deceptive and kisses from an enemy come with a price,
Don’t allow a void inside to become a blinded vice,
My darlings, saver your purity and youth,
Someday the right one will come to you with respect and truth,
Just be patient, and love yourself first,
Look above if you question your worth,
For a rose so beautiful and rare,
Has no idea what heaven has prepared.
By: Sabina Nicole
I have a capacity for love
that stretches every time he makes me
a dust-mote in the iridescent
ocean of eye-light.
I’m suspended in time and in
place, yet I swell.
I know I could grow forever,
glittering like amethysts and pearls before swine
until I puncture the universe
and leak out in increments
through the stratosphere.
He makes me stop breathing
and still go on
-heedless, regardless, relentless-
I could suck the stars dry,
but until my lips touch his
I’m only this:
The air you hold in your lungs too long
before your first time flying.
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