The price is paid, the blood is shed..No
devil in hell will make our bed.' The pearl
Once purchased cannot be sold.' No one
Should start again the refrains, dead and
Old.'
Or strew such
Treasure before the pigs..Who tear the
Soil and but shallow dig.' Who grunt at
Wisdom.' And scream at the wind, that
Blows ill or good..What matters it them.?
All for the slaughter, act like this, as unholy
Demons shudder and hiss, they stir up the
Wars and all thats amiss.' Remove our
focus from such; I àsk you Lord' may peace of the spirit bind all Jesus's people in one direction; mind and accord.!
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.”
Pardon me, sir
But your fly is unzipped
Deeply offended
The ‘sir’ offered
To sock me in the lip
I responded in kind
We swung at the same time
Bottom line ~
Our teeth now
Like ‘pearls dipped in swine’
Oh, the piggy loves you
The piggy loves me
The piggy is homeless,
yessiree.
Give the pig a cookie
Give the pig a bed
Or maybe a sarcophagus,
in case the piggy's dead.
Punch'm in the snout
Poke'm in the eye
Take the piggy home
and dump'm in the sty
Mujhay apna paltu khinzir bana
Mujhay kutay ki moot marwaa..
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
Short Poem
Swines call me crazy and pigs call me mad
Very sad very sad and very bad very bad
This ain't gonna work because I am their dad.
Note. There are three lines in the Poem and nine words in each line.
Lesson. 3 x 9 = ?
Oh Lord, please put me in the clear
Though a man like me shouldn't have your ear
It sounds so silly in my mind
To call upon Who I defy
That's why
I'm like a demon now
Praying only to be swine
Oh Lord, I trample out a path
And you ingest the aftermath
I kind of liked that cross of mine
Put it round my neck
Left you behind
That's why
I'm like a demon now
Praying only to be 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.
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
Beauty without modesty
Oink oink oink
Look at me,
See how I shine,
How loud I squeal,
Yet empty inside,
Is how I feel,
I am unsure of my worth
So I dress up ugly with a skirt,
Parade around
Take a vote.
Collecting baggage
As I go.
Heavier and heavier
My burden gets
A pig to market
O jiggety jig
Someone Always
Needs a pig
Beauty grows
From the inside out
Timeless shine
That won't fade out
Beauty is as
Beauty does
Special and treasured
A treat for your love,
Vanity only dirties
The fair dove
Snuffling for truffles
Scenting morsels of delight
Delirious swine
Drowning in the oyster beds
Drunk on mysterious wine
by Gail
The weaker
the wine,
the bleaker
the swine.
Volodymyr Knyr
2014
i wanted to beg you to hold me.
i laid on my back, trying to catch my breath,
but you wouldn't have noticed.
you wouldn't have wanted to understand my yearning for any emotional connection.
you wonder where my voice has gone as my tongue gags me in attempts to hold back
three ferocious words...
i focus on slowing my heartbeat and try not to notice your eyes diverting mine.
fool me once, shame on you.
fool me twice, shame on the both of us.
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
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