Frig A Pig
frig a pig
or a wig
or a shig
frig your maw
yer paw
yer widow cleanurr
frig everything
friggiddy frog frig
frog frag frug
frig a pig
which rolls in the mud
and if sits on you youll cry a flood
its fat
and black
yeh im racist
im a racist pig
so frig me
im a frig
frig a pig..
frig a me.
deep
deep as a pool of my own blood.
now thats deep
poem by Harold Babe
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Kinds of Loss
There's kinds of loss that can bum you out
The loss of a game
You lost your way
Losing your favorite pin
This can make you pout
But without a doubt
It is not a real big thing
The kind of loss that can make you shout
The loss of your job
The loss your car
When you could not pay
It left you confused
Feeling slightly defused
But then you can re-group
Then there a loss, that cuts deep within
My maternal rights that I tried not to win
So stupid to give up such a gift
To watch my boys grow, live with the man
that I've tried so much to get away
No school papers to hang on my frig
No more practices to run to at night
Now I that I am a part-time Mom
And try and do it all on my weekends
poem by Pookey's Poems
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No One Comes To Leave Me With Tight Jaws
You didn't come to just visit!
Did you?
You came specifically to kill my joy.
I felt it when you began to assess,
With probing eyes.
As if to inspect.
I noticed you becoming annoyed,
When you said to me just last week...
My smile offended you.
And suspiciously I extended a welcome,
For you to come to my home.
And together we would sit and chat.
But you had more on your mind than that.
You didn't come to just visit!
Did you?
You came specifically to kill my joy.
And when you left...
So happy I was to have stored some happiness,
Frozen in my 'frig' to quickly thaw!
Oh no.
No one comes to leave me with tight jaws.
Or come to dump their junk to funk me.
I'll funk alone in my home if I wish,
With no need for assistance.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Okay...Where Is The Camera?
I should consider giving you another chance?
Another chance at doing what?
Repeating those chances already given?
With a forgiveness that makes no sense anymore?
Or...
Do you recommend,
I put my own growth process on hold?
To leave it placed,
On a cooling back burner...
Until you decided a maturity,
Comes from experience.
And I am to expect that to cross my threshold?
With something you decide,
Is ready to be told as it unfolds.
You have my reaction filmed,
Don't you?
Okay...
Where is the camera?
I hope you've got acceptable shots of my good side.
Because I feel a fuse,
About to blow up to show my bad side.
And...
I am sure,
You don't want to see that used...
AGAIN!
People like you,
See me as a fool...
Don't you?
You are about as funny as Bugs Bunny.
That charming smile of yours,
Has been fired from my heart...
The moment your eyes tried to disguise,
Your last selection of lies.
No more sandwiches for you will I make,
Loving from the 'frig'.
Get it?
I hope you do.
There is a hint in it for you!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cows Can Be Found To Lay Lifeless On The Ground
Honey,
The cow lays outside.
And it appears to me,
To be dead.
'Who drank the last of the milk?
And left an empty carton in the frig?
I keep telling the kids not to ever do this.'
Honey,
I think we need a bigger home.
Everyone else seems to think the same way.
All of the 'For Sale' signs,
Has potential to lower our investment.
'Has anyone called the gardener?
My roses appear to be wilting.'
I was at Jimmy's school the other day,
And soon they will be closing it.
I'm glad they are!
Every time I park the car...
Those ruthless kids that live across the tracks,
Always manage to leave their fingerprints on it.
And I am sick and tired of telling that principal there,
I am not going to have any more of that.
Illiterate heathens.
'Buy a new one.'
I went to the mall the other day,
To purchase a flat screen TV for the garage...
To replace the old one,
That seems to want to collect nothing but dust.
And there I saw the people watching this news program,
Discussing the economy.
And how eventually its failure is going to affect us.
'Are you sure the cow is dead?
Or is it just taking a nap!
This is the season when cows can be found,
To lay lifeless on the ground to do that! '
Honey...
What time do you want 'your' wake up call?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dress to Kill
That which once worked,
And relied upon to patch quarrels...
Before guns and knives were used,
To prove one to be upset with another.
Has no affect on emotions today.
Or offer to ease their tensions,
By having a quiet meal.
'Why are we making a big deal of this?
Let's go out and share a pizza.
And wear something casual.'
It seems as if some people insist,
On provoking some kind of conflict.
The use of common sense,
Is as outdated as watching someone,
Hand wash dishes.
Without a screaming match.
Or observing the preparation of a meal,
From scratch.
When was it seen someone did that?
And leaving that which is frozen in the 'frig'.
Not to microwave thing.
Today,
People are impatient with their own lives.
And have no respect for the lives lived by others.
Disagreements aren't settled through discussion.
Today...
People don't even bother to dress to kill!
Preferring the use of threats.
In their underwear,
People could care less...
If they are seen in public addressing their rage.
To eventually declare a 'temporary' mental insanity.
And lots of sympathy shown,
By those who totally understand.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pour As Much Of It As You Want
Who you knew and what you knew,
About who and why back in the day.
When back in the day was...
Well,
Behind the times even then,
When molasses moved faster than folks...
Who claimed to eat snails on planes.
And some were calling that mess escargot!
Dipping it in horse radish and cocktail sauce?
Who knew?
I didn't know.
I just ate them.
People like that,
Slapping fancy names on common stuff...
I aint got time for.
And today those times have not changed.
Not that much.
And nothing you have to say,
Is of a concern to me.
Those days are behind me!
Packed way in the back,
Of my dusted memories.
Trust!
And the truth shall set you free.
Now...
Are you here to represent or deliver grief?
Which is it?
Since I certainly can not accept,
Your presence on my doostep...
As a chance encounter!
Nor am I into prolonging mysteries.
Hmmm...
You are here to spread fresh gossip,
On someone you suspect I know well.
I can tell.
And you could not wait to get here,
To get my reaction!
Am I right?
Well...
Let me clear the air and say this to you,
So I can get it out in the air...
Open and over with!
Before you think you'd find me in that same frame of mind.
I hate to disappoint you...
But,
I just removed some frozen chicken wings from the frig.
And they will take at least twenty minutes to thaw.
How much time you got?
'Me?
I got all night! '
Well, come on in!
You standing outside like I can afford to heat it.
I ain't got it like that!
It's cold.
Come on in and close the door.
And I'll fix us a nice pot of hot tea.
And feel free to pour as much of it as you want.
How you been?
I was just saying the other day...
It sure would be good to see you.
And here you are.
God is good aint He?
And works in such mysterious ways.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Difficult Can It Be?
How difficult can it be,
To admonish others...
Whose lives are affliated,
With direct desperation?
And indirected misrepresentation?
And this is commented upon,
By those from the warmth...
Of custom built comfortable homes,
As they view 3-D wide screen TV.
What suffering is being done,
By someone laying back...
And munching on snacks.
To demand a sandwich be made...
As a mate hollers back,
'You want rye or wholewheat bread?
Lettuce, tomato, mustard or mayo?
Did you finish your beverage yet?
Or should I get another...
Cold from the 'frig'?
What for you would be best? '
Just how difficult can life be?
When the basic of needs are taken for granted.
Just how difficult can it be?
When those born into 'standards' of quality,
Have not a clue of struggle...
Or have lived a moment in poverty,
To be believed.
And yet,
Can live in the midst of prosperity...
With contempt for others who are only aware,
Of a poverty lived not one of them chose.
And if they did,
Not one of them thumbs up their nose.
How difficult can one's life be...
When conversations of importance,
Centers around shopping sprees.
Just to buy new clothes to impose an image.
An image sustained in superficiality.
How difficult can it be,
To admonish others...
Whose lives are affliated,
With direct desperation?
And indirected misrepresentation?
And this is commented upon,
By those from the warmth...
Of custom built comfortable homes,
As they view digital 3-D wide screen TV.
How difficult is life?
How difficult is it really?
'This 'guy' whatshisname,
Is trying to change our way of life...
To give others less fortunate a 'real' opportunity,
To do the same.
What is he 'insane'?
~Just change the channel, honey.
That's all that has to be done.
Just change the channel, honey.
No need to get upset by rumors of suffering,
Done by the other ones.
We all were born to make choices!
Remember that.
Just change the channel, dear.
How difficult can it be?
Just change the channel.
Relax and set your mind at ease.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Kayla’s Sixth Birthday
when your five going on six
birthdays are wonderful special times
when your five birthdays can
keep you awake like Kayla
even weeks before your special
day arrives and cake choice?
is the most wonderful special
choice of all which cake which cake
from all the selections to buy?
therefore like a responsible
parent you make a special trip to select
order the exact choice twenty
days early so your daughter’s
birthdays will be perfect in every way
then order her special ‘Ariel’
princess cake the only cake
Kayla has wanted month after month
selected her favourite toon
cartoon character 'Ariel' who
Kayla watches enjoys watching every
day the star birthday attraction
first choice last choice only choice
then relax rest birthday cake is paid for
twenty days early to seal a perfect
day specialists in birthday cakes
Regina’s Bakery will deliver with
birthday candles to light up the day
the famous Regina’s Bakery
will deliver your choice on the day
now just plan the party send
out invitations to all Kayla’s
school friends decorate the house
blow up coloured balloons in
assorted shapes and sizes
hang balloons in arrangements
and streamer every where
make up all the lolly bags
with nine differing types of candies
chill drink choices in frig
rearrange the furniture
put down mats, relatives friends
are coming with special
party treats to make all effort
worth it to play tribute to a child’s
dream in happy laughter smiles
Muhammad Sobari delivers
the special birthday cake this special
day but alas Regina’s Bakery
Director Hongki just ruined
months of preparation ‘Ariel’ cake
Hongki did not send dreams
childhood parties Hongki fast
will shred birthday candles Hongki
keeps to put extra dollar in
his pocket and Regina’s Bakery
name defames when Director Hongki
a child’s party dreams profanes
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Phileas the Frog
Phileas the frog was awfully large -
To see the muscle in his thighs -
A sight bedazzling to your eyes!
With plenty there to feed a town -
If you would dare to take him down!
Phileas the frog could tow a barge.
One hefty bound could clear a tree -
A scary sight I'll guarantee!
And something else to make me dread:
Were he to land upon my head!
Phileas the frog was known as 'Sarge -'
Accounted by that massive chest.
No other frog would care to jest
That tidy Phileas!
So if you've sense and know your place -
And hold some value to your face,
Then don't get supercilious
With Phileas!
Copyright © Mark Raymond Slaughter 2009
All rights reserved.
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Frog
France and China feed from your demise,
Restaurateurs are not exactly chums,
Oh how they rave about your tender thighs!
Gourmand orders - another frog succumbs…
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
frog
frog frog
frog frog
frog frog
frog frog
Frog frog
poem by Mark R Slaughter
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And my point was one I think that you'd agree with, which is there's no room in America for a black racist, a Latino racist, or a white racist, or an Asian racist, or a Native American racist. Now, we're either color blind or we're not color blind.
quote by Newt Gingrich
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Deep
blank stare
disrepair
there's a big black hole gonna eat me up someday
(but) someday
fades away
like a memory - or a place that you'd rather be
some place
lost in space
an itch in my head that's telling me somewhere
somewhere
out there anywhere I don't care get me out of here
if I could feel
all the pins and the pricks
if you were real
I could take what's apart and put it all back together now
this will come true
help me get through
into you
deep deep deep deep deep deep deep deep
all I can do
driving me through
into you
deep deep deep deep deep deep deep deep
one track
got you on your back
your skin speaks up but you lips couldn't say it
right now I know somehow
we could take the chance and we could make it make it
right here make it all disappear
everything that we've been missing missing
you make me feel
like there's a part of me
that I want to get back again
make this come true
help me get through
into you
deep deep deep deep deep deep deep deep
all I can do
pushing it through
into you
deep deep deep deep deep deep deep deep
all I can do
driving on through
into you
deep deep deep deep deep deep deep deep
you're slipping through
I'm coming, too
into you
deep deep deep deep deep deep deep deep
we could become
two into one
leave this behind
over and done
everything new
I'm getting through
into you
song performed by by Nine Inch Nails
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A Little Frog
A little Frog could well be
A beating Frog in camouflage
A jumping Frog cold, scary
A poisoning Frog breathing through the skin
An Underwater Frog flooding…
A Drowned heart in love with...
The little Frog.
poem by Florida Angel
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Hop Frog
Well they call me a juicy hop-frog
you can see me in any wood bog
don't you know that they call me the hop-frog
hopping frog
I'm a hop-frog
a hop-frog
they call me the hop-frog
hop, hop-frog
They call me the hop-frog
see me in any wood bog
don't you know that call me a hop-frog
hop-frog
They call me the hop-frog
see me in a wood bog
they're calling me a hop-frog
hop-frog
You can see me in a ballroom
you can see me in a bedroom
you can see me in the woods
hop, hop-frog
They call me the hop-frog
they call you the hop-frog
well they call you the hop-frog
hop, hop-frog
Frog
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Walking The Frog
I have a pet frog
We go frog walking every day at 6pm
He is fine until he sees another frog
He sniffs & then tries to jump
I pull him away
Last week we had a problem
My frog stopped to do his business
A passer bye said stop your frog fouling
I cleared up after him but it left a slimy mark
The other man slipped on it
My frog likes water
Especially ponds
He likes jumping on lilies
The local gardener is mad
Control your frog he shouts
Well now Im in trouble
Despite the sign
Beware of the FROG
He bit a policeman
A fine guard frog
My frog is now banned
From walks anywhere
Poor froggy is in a cell
Eating flies & drinking water
Its a frogs life
poem by Alan Draper
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The Golden Frog
Down by the river on a water log
Came jumping a golden frog
He sits on a little lily pad
He catches flies and he's never sad
Then one day a lizard came
He was hot all over and frog was the same
Now frog is happy because he has a friend
And they share a fly shake blend
poem by Sinead HoYJ
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The Frog Poem(duh Duh Duhhhhhhhhh)
Leap frog,
Jump frog,
Everywhere you go frog,
Smile frog,
Croak frog,
Everywhere you go frog,
stomp, stomp, stomp
SQUASH! ! !
Bye, bye frog.
A Parable
a frog, always the frog
has always been a frog
servant to the fog, but
one frog one day decides
to be a bull to the dismay
of the frogs in that little pond
to the ridicule of the bulls
nearby but the frog learns
to be a bull and bully has
he become until one day
he gains the respect of the
other bulls to the pleasure
of the sun to the disdain
of the fog on the hills
nothing is impossible
to the power of the mind
this the frog follows
through and through
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Hello …..hello....! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ...
HELLO …..HELLO....
frog is away from falling bridge
lest it may suffer creases of fall
as it jumps over the fall by mirth
cry of falling rebounds the frog
we laugh loud by our own dwarf shadows
lest shadow may enroll us in livid grime
light still burns shadow even in eclipse
semblance swaddles across dwarfism
grace eclectic rumbles by grimace
as thought elastic ambles in green
ocean stoops over blue being deep
frog still resounds grin beneath green
tear saddles faster by sorrow
night breaths deep in apprehension
beauty of love entices upon blue
I or you call me always hello, hello.....! ! !
poem by Dr subhendu kar
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We Have and Could Have Given
By the time racist ways have been erased,
And those who held onto them...
Either have changed,
Or death came to them to have them replaced.
We will find ourselves wondering...
Why did we
For centuries
Let skin color
Be the basis of all hate!
When there is so much love
We have and could have given...
Instead of needless separateness,
That kept us from togetherness.
That day we did come to regret,
And express such deep unhappiness!
By the time racist ways have been erased.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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