I shall not ever return to you, my pigs, because, at worst, to die valorously is better than to sleep out one's youth in the sun. A man has but one life. It is his all. Therefore I now depart from you, my
pigs, to win me a fine wife and much wealth and leisure wherein to discharge my geas. And when my geas is lifted I shall not come back to you, my pigs, but I shall travel everywhither, and into the last limits of earth, so that I may see the ends of this world and may judge them while my life endures. For after that, they say, I judge not, but am judged: and a man whose life has gone out of him, my pigs, is not even good bacon.
quote by James Branch Cabell
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The Pigs and the Charcoal-burner
The old Pig said to the little pigs,
'In the forest is truffles and mast,
Follow me then, all ye little pigs,
Follow me fast!'
The Charcoal-burner sat in the shade
With his chin oil his thumb,
And saw the big Pig and the little pigs
Chuffling come.
He watched 'neath a green and giant bough,
And the pigs in the ground
Made a wonderful grisling and gruzzling
And greedy sound.
And when, full-fed, they were gone, and Night
Walked her starry ways,
He stared with his cheeks in his hands
At his sullen blaze.
poem by Walter de la Mare
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Circe's Power
I never turned anyone into a pig.
Some people are pigs; I make them
Look like pigs.
I'm sick of your world
That lets the outside disguise the inside. Your men weren't bad men;
Undisciplined life
Did that to them. As pigs,
Under the care of
Me and my ladies, they
Sweetened right up.
Then I reversed the spell, showing you my goodness
As well as my power. I saw
We could be happy here,
As men and women are
When their needs are simple. In the same breath,
I foresaw your departure,
Your men with my help braving
The crying and pounding sea. You think
A few tears upset me? My friend,
Every sorceress is
A pragmatist at heart; nobody sees essence who can't
Face limitation. If I wanted only to hold you
I could hold you prisoner.
poem by Louise Gluck
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I am fond of pigs. Dogs look up to us. Cats look down on us. Pigs treat us as equals.
quote by Winston Churchill
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I like pigs. Dogs look up to us. Cats look down on us. Pigs treat us as equals.
quote by Winston Churchill
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Young pigs grunt as old pigs grunted before them.
Young pigs grunt as as old pigs grunted before them.
Pigs, Sheep & Wolves
Words & music by paul simon
Big and fat
Pigs supposed to look like that
Barnyard thug
Sleeps on straw and calls it a rug
Yeah thats a rug, ok
Ses walking down the street
And nobodys gonna argue with him
Hes a half-a-ton of pig meat
Up in the hills above the farm
Lives a pack of wolves
Never did no harm
Sleep all day
Hunt till four
Maybe catch a couple of rodents
You know carnivore
Sheep in the meadow
Nibbling on some clover
One of the sheep wanders over
Sits by a rock
Separated from the flock
Hes just sitting by a rock
Whered he go? dont know
Well he was here a minute ago
I dont know
Sheeps dead
Got a gash as big as a wolfs head
Oh god
Big and fat
Pigs supposed to look like that
Wallowing in lanolin
Hes rubbing it into his pigskin
Police going crazy
Lets get him
Lets get that wolf
Lets get him
Lets get that wolf
Lets get him
Lets kill him, lets get him
Lets kill him
Court-appointed lawyer wasnt very bright
Oh maybe he was bright
Maybe he just had a late night
Yeah it was just a late night
And he files some feeble appeal
And the governor says forget it
Its a done deal
Election, I dont care, election
Lets give that wolf a lethal iniection
Lets get him, yeah get him,
Lets kill him, lets get him
Lets kill him, lets get him, kill him
Lets get him and kill him
Whew, slow
Here comes the media
Setting up their camera
Asking everyones opinion
About pigs, sheep and wolves
Big and fat
Pigs supposed to laugh like that
This is hilarious
What a great time
Im the pig who committed
The perfect crime
All around the world
France, scandinavia
Theres candle light vigils
Protesting this behavior
It s animal behavior
Animal behavior
Its pigs, sheep and wolves
Pigs, sheep and wolves
Pigs, sheep and wolves
Its animal behavior
Its pigs, sheep and wolves
song performed by by Paul Simon
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Rondeau
Fleas, stink, pigs, mold,
The gist of the Bohemian soul,
Bread and salted fish and cold.
Leeks, and cabbage three days old,
Smoked meat, as hard and black as coal;
Fleas, stink, pigs, mold.
Twenty eating from one bowl,
A bitter drink -it's beer, I'm told-
Bad sleep on a straw in some filthy hole,
Fleas, stink, pigs, mold,
The gist of the Bohemian soul,
Bread and salted fish and cold.
poem by Eustache Deschamps
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Tabloid Pigs
Tabloid pigs to the slaughter house
Tomorrows chip-papers looking thin
The hacks and waiting to be hacked
Front page headline ‘Karma wins’
The corrupt uncaring vices you undertook
On which you built your little empire
Is now falling apart around your feet
You have no friends left in this town
Now after every story you ran
Tabloid pigs to the slaughter house
Come answer to your crimes
Stand, be counted for what you’ve done
In the public interest I do believe
Is what you have always said
You were not journalists or news reporters
Just vile little piggy’s snorting around
In the dirt for what you could sell
Regardless of crime or consequence
Tabloid pigs to the slaughter house
The time has come, last edition
poem by Matthew Holloway
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My Tribute To Bacon (Bacon the food)
Why does almost everyone like smoky bacon?
It tastes too good be not mistaken, the best thing to eat is great bacon.
They say even vegans like to eat bacon.
Have you heard they've even got chocolate covered bacon!
There is a donut with maple and bacon.
So, ode to pigs who give us great bacon.
And hooray to all who love great smoky bacon.
poem by Nichole Kaci McKnight
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A Prodigal's Return
Was it that hard
to stay away from home
swearing you won't go back
eating the pigs' food
day by day
swearing you won' go back home
having spent all your money and youth
having suffered through the hardest calamities
and heart breaks and morbid treatments from people?
you still think it's alright to stay
away from Father's care
the loving and the all accepting God
who is your father awaiting for you
day and night in front of the gate
thinking of you day and night
wondering what you might be doing
wondering where you might be staying for the night
whether you have eaten your meals
or have enough clothing
He awaits you at the gate day and night
his precious child is in hog's stile
eating the hog's food
but he swears he won't go back
for he is completely broke
yet still has his pride
even though he stays with the pigs the hogs
eating their left over food
Some angel or God's messenger has to
visit him in that far distanced region
for his Father is awaiting for him
to safely return home
when one day all of a sudden
this thought came to his mind
'Ah, in my father's house there are many
good things and good clothing and food
why don't I rise and go back to him? '
That's the realization of the first step
that he was wrong and wronged himself and to his father.
Where are you all the prodigals?
Soaked in worldly pleasure
chasing women and fun in life
forgetting totally about the one who cares about you...
where are you going to stay tonight
in a woman's arms or smoking pots
drinking heavily...
but that's all futile effort
to reach self-realization
Tonight your father at home awaits for you
while you might not realize this but
he does
so just come home and receive all the
blessings your father can offer you!
He won't condemn you nor judge you for
what you have done in your life
He will simply run to you with open arms
and welcome you by hosting a big party
for the return of the lost son.
1: 48 pm
(November 11,2012) Korea-Japan Time
poem by Sangnam Nam
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I may have exaggerated a bit when I said that 80 per cent of the top 100 women are fat pigs. What I meant to say was 75 per cent of the top 100 women are fat pigs.
quote by Richard Krajicek
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In Another Life
Well, would you want me, in your afternoons
If I seduced ya, in your mills and boons
Well, Ill be the master if youll be the mate
But dont you get those headaches
In another life
Ill bring your milk tray, from a parachute
Ill play the hollywood hunk, you can dye your roots
Or Ill be your burton if youll be my liz
And there might be flying pigs
In another life
Thats how were built, love
Dont let it wilt, love
Ill take your flat feet
Well, if youll take my habits, it all works out in the end
Ah, but in another life...
Ill be the stranger, in your horoscope
The cheeky builder, calling with his quote
Or maybe a chippendale, on girls night out
Make mine the biggest pouch
In another life
Thats how were built, love
Dont let it wilt, love
Ill take your mood swings
Well, if youll take my hobbies, it all works out in the end
Ah, but in another life...
Well, Ill be your burton if youll be my liz
There might be flying pigs
In another life
And youd give up the cigs
In another life
And beer tastes good in tins
Test matches we might win
And your mother buys her gin
song performed by by Xtc
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I will go to my Father
Next to me a pig sow snorts
and the stench of pig manure
hangs heavy in the air
and the pigs are eating pods,
and I may not even
eat thereof
and my stomach burns with hunger.
It’s very hot
and I drink water from a fountain
and when the sun begin to set
and I heard the pigs,
I know that I must
go and fix my affairs.
I will go to my father
where his rows of tents
are set on the other side of the Jordan
and when I see him,
I will be happy
to be back with my dad.
He can admonish me
since I deserve it
and even if he doesn’t want me
as his son anymore,
I will ask him
to forgive me.
*
While I am still a great way off
he notices me walking on the road
and comes running,
and there are tears of joy
in his eyes.
[Reference: => Luke15: 11-32]
poem by Gert Strydom
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None That Reminisces You
Why should I have to pay,
At the expense of these pigs?
They laid that nonsense down
And you and they fed,
Upon it big and long to swell your head.
They nor you
Do nothing for me at all.
Except stall me in between,
These precious moments of 'my' abundance...
In the times I live now that have left you lean!
I can not see your problem as mine today.
Since it was just yesterday...
Your nastiness and disrespect,
Exposed you for who you were.
When you chose to look away,
From my sorrows...
Expressing no dismay,
Or empathy displayed?
And...
Although I think of you and them as pigs...
I could have thought of you as snakes,
And live with that.
But remembering you as rats...
I could not turn my back,
And forget about that!
Either way...
I still see you as being low,
And comfortable about it!
But you can not prolong my agony!
There is none that reminisces you.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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First Trip To The Ranch
I had a lot of questions
Duriing my first trip
I'd seen picutres
Heard stories
I had never been
My uncle's car was loaded down
I'm not sure how many he was expecting
We were carrying enough food
To feed them all
First time I had ever been
Off the main highway
Off the last paved county road
It'd been a while since
The last stretch had been graveled
Slow bumps last leg of the trip
The first to meet us
When we got close
Were the staggering pigs
My uncle was smiling big
For the rest of my first trip
He turned to my aunt
In the front seat
I was in the back
Between lots of beer and boxes of cut meat
We were almost there
'Looks like Delbert's been cookin''
Was all he said
I had no idea 'til years later
Not something they discussed
In front of us kids
Ranch had original wood stove
Recent indoor plumbing
Outhouse still stood at the ready
If needed
For the overflow crowd
Found out years later
Why the pigs were as happy
As the rest of the crowd
They - -pigs that is
Were fed the remaing corn mash
Used to cook the shine
Had enough kick left
For them to greet my uncle
With the good news
On my first trip
Turned out to be
A great weekend
Family reunion
Good times
Had by all
poem by Tom J. Mariani
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Old Macdonald
(words & music by randy starr)
Old macdonald had a farm, ee-i-ee-i-o
And on that farm he had some chicks, ee-i-ee-i-o
With a cluck, cluck here, a cluck, cluck there
Loud as they could be
And when those chicks got out of line
Chicken fricasse
With a cluck, cluck here, a cluck, cluck there
Loud as they could be
And when those chicks got out of line
Chicken fricasse
Well, old macdonald had a farm, ee-i-ee-i-o
And on that farm he had some cows, ee-i-ee-i-o
With a moo, moo here, a moo, moo there
Cattle everywhere
And when those cows got out of line
Hamburger, medium rare
With a moo, moo here, a moo, moo there
Cattle everywhere
And when those cows got out of line
Hamburger, medium rare
Ohh, well, old macdonald had a farm, ee-i-ee-i-o
And on that farm he had some pigs, ee-i-ee-i-o
With an oink, oink here, an oink, oink there
Pigs everywhere in sight
And when those pigs got out of line
Pork and beans at night
With an oink, oink here, an oink, oink there
Pigs everywhere in sight
And when those pigs got out of line
Pork and beans at night
Well Im goona have a farm one day, ee-i-e-i-o
And Ill do things mcdonalds way, ee-i-e-i-o
With a cluck, cluck here, a cluck, cluck there
A moo, moo here, a moo, moo there
An oink, oink here, an oink, oink there
And I can promise you
If those animals ever get out of line
Well have a mulligan stew
How about you?
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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In the matter of pigs, all is money, and in the matter of money, all are pigs.
Now I Decide To Fly Away From The Home Of The Pigs
everything has been concealed
for years
i have lived with the pigs
in the mud
and ate the left-over foods
of our masters
but then today
i feel the feathers growing on my side
i have strong wings
my claws are pushing in my feet
no longer hoofs
and hair
the wind from the sea
breaks the truth it brings
on my beak is the break
once upon a time a seagull lost an egg in the pigsty
unaccounted
i was that egg
i am a seagul now
to the full
of my potentials
goodbye brother pigs now i must fly away to the farther seas
to the higher skies
my destiny
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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everything has been concealed
for years
i have lived with the pigs
in the mud
and ate the left-over foods
of our masters
but then today
i feel the feathers growing on my side
i have strong wings
my claws are pushing in my feet
no longer hoofs
and hair
the wind from the sea
breaks the truth it brings
on my beak is the break
once upon a time a seagull lost an egg in the pigsty
unaccounted
i was that egg
i am a seagull now
to the full
of my potentials
goodbye brother pigs now i must fly away to the farther seas
to the higher skies
my destiny
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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