"oink" poems
lush.
one of those words,
whose sounds conjures
but does not onomatopoeia
like chirp or oink.
the irony is rich for me,
in the sunroom, with others,
no one speaking
and it is a harmonious sound,
the quietude,
indoors, outdoors,
is a good thick, rich and plush,
invisible & unbearable, but
like soft, spreadable butter,
…the quietude is the
hush and hug of lush…
Jul 28, 2025
Jul 28, 2025 at 10:43 AM UTC
"Beep-beep.
BANKERS TRUST AUTOMOBILE LOAN
You'll find a banker at Bankers Trust"
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When comes my second childhood,
As to all men it must,
I want to be a banker
Like the banker at Bankers Trust.
I wouldn't ask to be president
Or even assistant veep,
I'd only ask for a kiddie car
And permission to go beep-beep.
The banker at Chase Manhattan,
He bids a polite Good-day;
The banker at Immigrant Savings
Cries Scusi! and Olé!
But I'd be a sleek Ferrari
Or perhaps a joggly jeep,
And scooting around at Bankers Trust,
Beep-beep, I'd go, beep-beep.
The trolley car used to say clang-clang
And the choo-choo said toot-toot,
But the beep of the banker at Bankers Trust
Is every bit as cute.
Miaow, says the cuddly kitten,
Baa, says the woolly sheep,
Oink, says the piggy-wiggy,
And the banker says beep-beep.
So I want to play at Bankers Trust
Like a hippety-hoppety bunny,
And best of all, oh best of all,
With really truly money.
Now grown-ups dear, it's nightie-night
Until my dream comes true,
And I bid you a happy boop-a-doop
And a big beep-beep adieu.
4.7k
little the life that is left unto us now!
wars a ****** in!
(COME SAVE US E E CUMMINGS!)
the massive death
the rags of poverty grief and despair that shall be
our only dominion in a matter of days or weeks or years
(at best)
oh ****
are here
after I finally have come to kinda like it here
amid the queer folks and the paparazzi
socialists and nazis!
but the bankers have mastered oink-piggery
and the politicians have turned us into
****** weenies seeking only false security!
and there is no life left here!
(WHERE ARE YOU E E CUMMINGS!?)
ah, gentle reader, be brave be kind and good still
be the subtlest sense of decency shining and displaying
a last bit of reverence for this sacred universal place
we are in
though painfully being murdered
let us rebel gracefully
and live freely
again
Jun 8, 2010
Jun 8, 2010 at 11:38 AM UTC
As you are a sow,
So a piglet will you reap.
As you are a pretty sow,
So a boar you will let you keep.
As you are a filthy sow now,
So a true human will call you cheap.
As you are another sow,
So a burr or oink will you beep.
As you are a sow,
So a boar will go deep.
Oct 2, 2016
Oct 2, 2016 at 4:13 AM UTC
There's something strange going round down on the farm
With the animal noises and speeding of cars
If you listen it's a bit different, see can you hear it
But Farmer Jones doesn't see any harm
The pigs are out cleaning up after themselves
As the cows cock-a-doodle-do
The chickens aren't afraid of anything else
And the horses greet you with a how do you do moo
The string beans if you please are fit to be tied
And the potatoes no longer see eye to eye
The broccoli round here is now carrying spears
As the tomatoes run for their lives
It's Mrs. Jones that really has him worried though
She dolls up and dresses fancy at night
The way she lately behaves has this farmer quite afraid
So he stays days in the field, out of sight, out of mind
With the goats that communicate with an oink
And the sheep learning to drive the car
Yes there's something strange going round down on the farm
But Farmer Jones doesn't seem to see any harm
Oct 13, 2018
Oct 13, 2018 at 4:37 PM UTC
I saw pig wearing white fronts
I looked
Perplexed,
Confused,
Laughter,
Then came out,
*"Never wear white, with an **** like that"*
Trotters to small to wipe,
"Skids bigger than the grand canyon"
Brown with white, I
Gagged,
Heaved,
Smelling,
Like crap, I just looked as it went
Past, I started to follow as it
Trotted along, It stopped turned
"Growling at me"
Woof Woof GGrrrrr...
"Ok its not just me? don't pigs OINK"
I stared open mouthed, fingers in ears
Making sure no wax had altered the sound,
"Did you just bark and growl at me"
"Ok I'm now talking to a barking pig"
It stared for a moment
Me at it , it at me
Then it clucked
Cluck,
Cluck,
Cluck,
Front trotters flapping wildly in the air,
And then quiet
From the white which turned more brown
Now fell an egg not white
You can guess what dropped upon the floor,
Shaped like an egg, but smelt rotten to the core,
Then it walked off on all fours,
"I was puzzled"
"A dog"
"A chicken"
"What more"
"I am forever off eggs"
Never seeing them the way I saw before,
It trotted to a farm,
A farmer I saw before my eyes
Opened mouthed, hands jested towards
The pig, dog, chicken thing,
O you meet harry, he's special you've seen
That's nothing wait and see,
"Harry what do you wish to tell the gentlemen"
"Dear sir"
"Would you mind paying up"
For what I confusingly said??
*"I'm the worlds only ventriloquist"
"Porker"
"Now you have experienced the show"
"Now pay up"
"I may be a porker, but I not stupid"
"The talking is extra"
What,
Why,
What,
Is all that spilled from my mouth
I handed over notes,
£10
£20
£30
Mouth still open, as I walked
Before I knew it at the hotel I strolled
In to my room, friends standing around
"What you get up too"
"You'd think I was telling porkers"
"Want a bacon sandwich"
I look at them opened mouthed
"Really"
They say I was as white as a ghost
"No"
I replied,
"I'm a vegan"
Since when they asked??
"Since about thirty six minutes ago"
Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 8:55 AM UTC
I scurry to my hunting grounds
I eat anything, I eat it down
Gorging, hording, enjoyment from toiling,
what is gross is Sustenance from my playground,
I'll piggyback off of you
Here Piggy Piggy
let me have a chew...
I'm charged with saving a life?
it's going to cost you...
I'm no ****
just a rat for hire...
if you live on scraps
of the vile,
would you be gallant?
Not even for a while.
My dump is a sanctuary,
it will save your life Wilbur...
oink oink oink,
I'm Templeton the rat
the dump is my hero.
(I played the role of Templeton the Rat in a Theatre production of Charlotte's Web in December 2009).
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Nov 14, 2009
Nov 14, 2009 at 11:01 PM UTC
moo moo moo
a dozen milky cows squirt
it all over the fields
while the silly earthworms shake their heads
and see round the corner
comes Lulu
eating vindaloo
boo boo boo
the hot-air ghosts
float at ATMs
while the recorded message goes:
*more more more
more easy cash for you*
and see round the corner
comes Lulu
eating vindaloo
baa baa baa
forty sheep
each eat the fields bald;
oink oink oink
the pigs wait for it to rain
and see round the corner
comes Lulu
eating vindaloo
Oct 13, 2010
Oct 13, 2010 at 5:24 PM UTC
When do we change?
Is it now?
Or in ten years time…
Is it in 2999?
Is this a sign or an unseen shrine?
Can we travel lightyears of compassion to finally reach what matters?
And join the orchestras of our hearts to form a cacophony of beauty that grows to other planets, admitting how lost we are…
Or are we hate first, death burp, old church…
Starving billions yet again just to prove a point -
Just so we can light a joint and oink -
Why must we parade, not permeate?…
Escape but stay safe…
We could evolve from the inside now, freeing every structure of our being…
Procuring our loving spout, rather than drowning in doubt…
When will you decide to step into the liquid mirror, joining timelines of past and future -
Upon which - being that every-creature; you see through a lensless camera…
Can you embody the real virtue and meaning of captured existence, and in doing so outshine death by becoming life itself?…
Sep 11, 2025
Sep 11, 2025 at 6:17 AM UTC
I'm a poet ******
That digs through the thrash
There's cans and slops
and graffiti
A pig rolling around happy in mud
I am
Who cares about vanity
Or inhibitions
When your eyes are big
The smiles wide
The teeth brown
The other side of midnight
On a empty bed
It is what it is
A leaf
Once green
Now fallen
Tumbles along
Sentences to death
Garbage here
Garbage there
Signatures on walls
Rhymes and reasons
Wee
We take this ride
I sequel
I squeal
Another can
A bottlecap
Should I a say a toothbrush
On a good day
My hooves take to the lawn
Pigs heaven one might say
Running in circles with words
An oink here
An oink there
A pig in a blanket
I really care
What's inside a hotdog
Logan Robertson
12/29/2018
Dec 29, 2018
Dec 29, 2018 at 4:29 AM UTC
come animals
you have no rights;
what rights can you have?
when the Almighty Lord has said
you are but food for man
for man is given dominion over all things
come animals
you have no rights;
so come willingly
and with a broad smile and grin
to lay down your lives
for man’s potbellies;
come animals
with gratitude
for you are the Lord’s sweet and delicious creatures
come with glad hearts and a happy song
no: moo, moo, moo
no: baa, baa, baa…
no: **** a doodle doo
no: bow, wow, wow
no: oink, oink, oink
no: sss, sss, ssss
no: meow, meow, meow
but happily altogether now
you shall sing:
Merrily, merrily
we serve mankind
with a
hee, hee, hee
and a ha, ha, ha
Merrily, merrily
we lay our lives
so that man’s potbellies be filled
and the Lord’s will be done
Sep 26, 2010
Sep 26, 2010 at 10:16 PM UTC
.
AMERICA
___
we lynch Negroes here
_____
Oh yeah
Girl In chains
Ritual sacrifices
////
Young man
Lonely and insane
prey to all circumstances
///
Black magic moment
Naked purity
*****
///
MK ULTRA
vultures in the sky
Oink Pigs in the White House
///
Money !
Power !
little girl walking thru the woods
///
Goin home
Home ain't here no more
Only war
Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 2:32 PM UTC
oh i'm pretty sure on the Islamic
term: denier,
it's a prefix,
dis-,
dis- -ease:
which implies negation...
the negation of ease...
but i'm not interested in this...
nope...
i know what Islam
says about the, deniers,
the non-affiliate...
what, does, Islam,
call, the wavering hearts?
you heard me.
the doubters,
i do know what a prefix intends...
but do you?
camel jockey...
really?
what do you call a wandering heart?
a Shiite?!
******* Sunni ****
no; no what?!
what do, you, call,
doubters, in the Islamic faith?
i didn't, say, deniers,
i said, doubters....
what do you call, a doubter,
within, the confines,
of the, Islamic, faith?!
am i talking Hindi to you?
you're looking pretty *******
stupid to me, "auto-"suggesting,
that i expect an Arabic reply...
what, do you, call,
a doubter, of, Islam?
i know what a denier is...
what, do, you, call,
someone, who, doubts,
the faith, of, Islam?!
i'm simply asking...
tell me, the difference...
between someone
who doubts...
and someone,
who denies...
tell me...
what, is, the, difference...
oh **** me... and when i woke up,
people implied that all the people
were literate... like **** they were!
like a bunch of industrially
farmed pigs,
educated in the "arithmetic"
of the onomatopoeia of... OINK
i'm crazy enough, crazy plenty...
i fall asleep to
slayer's... raining blood...
give me a ******* tank
and i'm all stampede...
where?
where's where?!
if the "where" is nowhere
other than death?!
the "there" is, there!
and the "there"?!
is some-where...
you don't want to be,
here to fathom!
Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 9:06 PM UTC
I WAS! DESIGNED! IN CALIFORNIA!
MANUFACTURED IN CHINA!
I WAS! DESIGNED IN CALIFORNIA!
MANUFACTURED IN CHINA...
that's all the U.S.A. seems to be,
an advertising conglomerate,
oink oink it's like three blind men
and Donald Trump:
one touched his egoistic *******
impression and said it was the Mississippi
mud-hole Riviera,
another touched his overweight cheeks
and started to chuckle while calling ************
a bulldog salivating with the cheeks
choke on chuckles you chimpanzee:
chuck chuck, whatever onomatopoeia
five cents spare...
and the last blind mind touched the
over-comb quiff... and he said: by god!
the wind hairstyling grass!
while the Russians sold off Alaska historically,
and are selling bits of ******** Siberia
bit by bit to the Chinese,
evolutionary implementation
of Pan-Eskimo...
you need eyes like slits akin with excess
camel eye-lashes to survive the cold...
like i told you, Russia will end up shrinking
into a border enclosure limited to
starting between Belarus (the ******* Tsarist **** bags)
the Baltic states and Ukraine and ending at the Urals.
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 4:48 PM UTC
whittled down and disavowed
by an overreaching society
the pomp
and zeal
with such appeal
and airs of impropriety
unbelievable populace
chickens
chickens
chickens
free of heads
still peck, peck, peckin' ya
copulate, then like you less
pickens'
pickens'
pickens'
slim as anorexia
Act Now!
Don't Wait!
the finish line?
keep runnin' straight
you can go to class
...don't be late
or just go tip the magistrate
pointless?
I doubt it very much
more fish in the sea
spontaneous lush
oink less
piggy hush!
buy, buy birdie!
consumerism's sturdy
making up makeup
makin' me look perdy
hopin' I don't wake up
Live as hard as you can
just to die before you're thirty
if practice makes you perfect
then perfection makes you *****
May 14, 2013
May 14, 2013 at 12:15 PM UTC
you know like when you eat something akin
to spaghetti bolognese with
penicillin bacteria
get a fever and wish you were a no. 86 bus driver
speeding past the greenbelt in the night?
oink oink i do too.
well... it makes you burp less that penicillin spaghetti bolognese
than cucumbers ever will.
Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 7:14 PM UTC
Are you a fruitcake?
Are you all kinds of nuts?
Do you eat poultry
and
turn in-to chicken butts?
If we are what we eat
I guess I'll say moo!
Oink cluck, glub glub,
and
cock-a-doodle doo.
I do not eat crows
road runners,
or
turkey gizzards
monkey or elephants
or brown to green lizards.
So, guess what's for lunch?
Yum, fried Alligator,
with octopus legs,
bye bye
see ya later.
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 6:46 PM UTC
Lawrence Hall
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90,000 Screaming Fans
There are those like Norfolk who follow me because I
wear the crown, there are those like Master Cromwell
who follow me because they are jackals with sharp
teeth and I'm their tiger, there's a mass that follows me
because it follows anything that moves. And then
there's you.
-Henry VII to Thomas More in A Man for All Seasons
Bahhhhhhhhh! Yip! Yip! Yip! Oink! Squawk! Mooooooooooooooo! Squeak! Cluck! Bleat! Hee hawwwwwww! Screech! Whinnnnny! Snort! Grunt! Oink! Neighhhhhh! Bahhhhhhhhh! Yip! Oink! Squawk! Mooooooooooooooo! Squeak! Cluck! Bleat! Hee hawwwwwww! Screech! Whinnnnny! Snort! Grunt! Oink! Neighhhhhh! Yike! Yike! Yike! Bahhhhhhhhh! Yip! Oink! Squawk! Mooooooooooooooo! Squeak! Cluck! Bleat! Hee hawwwwwww! Screech! Whinnnnny! Snort! Grunt! Oink! Neighhhhhh! Bahhhhhhhhh! Yip! Yip! Yip! Oink! Squawk! Mooooooooooooooo! Squeak! Cluck! Bleat! Hee hawwwwwww! Screech! Whinnnnny! Snort! Grunt! Oink! Neighhhhhh! Bahhhhhhhhh! Yip! Oink! Squawk! Mooooooooooooooo! Squeak! Cluck! Bleat! Hee hawwwwwww! Screech! Whinnnnny! Snort! Grunt! Oink! Neighhhhhh! Yike! Yike! Yike! Bahhhhhhhhh! Yip! Oink! Squawk! Mooooooooooooooo! Squeak! Cluck! Bleat! Hee hawwwwwww! Screech! Whinnnnny! Snort! Grunt! Oink! Neighhhhhh! Bahhhhhhhhh! Yip! Yip! Yip! Oink! Squawk! Mooooooooooooooo!Squeak! Cluck! Bleat! Hee hawwwwwww! Screech! Whinnnnny! Snort! Grunt! Oink! Neighhhhhh! Bahhhhhhhhh! Yip! Oink! Squawk! Mooooooooooooooo! Squeak! Cluck! Bleat! Hee hawwwwwww! Screech! Whinnnnny! Snort! Grunt! Oink! Neighhhhhh! Yike! Yike! Yike! Bahhhhhhhhh! Yip! Oink! Squawk! Mooooooooooooooo! Squeak! Cluck! Bleat! Hee hawwwwwww! Screech! Whinnnnny! Snort! Grunt! Oink! Neighhhhhh! Yip! Yip! Yip! Oink! Squawk! Mooooooooooooooo!Squeak! Cluck! Bleat! Hee hawwwwwww! Screech! Whinnnnny! Snort! Grunt! Oink! Neighhhhhh! Bahhhhhhhhh! Yip! Oink! Squawk! Mooooooooooooooo!Squeak! Cluck! Bleat! Hee hawwwwwww! Screech! Whinnnnny! Snort! Grunt! Oink! Neighhhhhh! Yike! Yike! Yike! Bahhhhhhhhh! Yip! Oink! Squawk! Mooooooooooooooo! Squeak! Cluck! Bleat! Hee hawwwwwww! Screech! Whinnnnny! Snort! Grunt! Oink! Neighhhhhh!
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Oct 15, 2020
Oct 15, 2020 at 9:44 AM UTC
My mission in life is not too complex
It isn't to cause hate, nor is it to impress
It's quite simple, but only if you see it the right way
I try achieving this goal every single day
It's right when they say this world's too small for hate
It saddens me when peace is disrupted among a country or a state
So I try to start small but make an impact big
To get a smile on that face; Oink Oink I'm a pig
A smile on that face is the prettiest thing in this world
It will handle any object your life has hurled
Happiness is contagious; it gives everyone a reason to smile
It speaks volumes about you; way more than your resume file
To make someone smile or get someone's heart burst with joy
Is something I'd do in a jiffy without being joy
So get ready for this ball of happiness, it's coming to you
Together lets change this world and give it something new
So put a smile on someone's face and just see the satisfaction you get
It's like freeing an animal from a cage or a net
It loosens your burdens and makes you feel lighter
How do you think some are cured of cancer? Medicines? No no...Their smiles are the real fighter
So get rid of this negativity cavity
And spread around the positivity
So heal the world and make it a better place
Life is a group activity, not an individual race...
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 11:44 PM UTC
Today,
is 4/6/16.
It is 7:46 pm.
And my childhood friend
just died
41 minutes ago.
No lie,
no joke.
I cry as I write this one,
my eyes are probably swollen,
and I know
he wouldn't want me to cry.
But,
I look at the pictures I have of him,
how he seemed so happy.
I held him in my arms,
just hoping he'd eat something,
at 5:10 pm today.
He hadn't been eating for days,
he couldn't stand up.
My friend's name was scooter.
Scooter was the best pet I could have asked for.
He was the main attraction at my home,
because he was a pig.
Such a lovable pig.
He was just like a dog, but better.
That pig could make me smile any day.
He used to dance.
He used to oink so cutely.
I am gonna miss him for sure.
I just know it.
With that, I end this one.
With tears in my eyes,
I wish you a final goodbye.
I will always love you, buddy.
R.I.P
my dear, dear scooter.
Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 9:53 PM UTC
Disappointment ointment
to treat the pigs
at their disastrous
appointment
-oink, oink-
o ink o inkling
clinging and lingering
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 5:56 PM UTC
Greasy, Smelly, Fat *** ******* pig.
Pink, Loose, Handcuffed to a ****
Cops, Jail, ****** in the front seat.
Cut, Arms, Blood on the face of humanity.
Mar 27, 2013
Mar 27, 2013 at 2:13 PM UTC
The Pink Pony, different from the rest
He can only wish to be like the rest
I imagine that he must feel like an cow that goes oink.
I wish I could help but he doesn't want any
Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 9:53 AM UTC
"You're a monster"
I hear it every day.
Every single time I give up.
When I lose courage.
When my strength withers.
When I fail and take a bite.
The sandwhich mocks me.
The fruit laughs in my face.
"oink oink" says the burger.
"Drink up"
taunts the milk
"don't want to choke on that big bite"
Eating makes me sad
and the sadness makes me eat.
om nom nom nom nom
goes the little pig-
goes me.
om nom nom nom nom
seems like I'll never stop
because I try to eat the carrots
and I try to eat the fruits
new and improved cookie monster
but the cookie monster
will always be the cookie monster.
Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 10:02 AM UTC
I told her she had a beautiful countenance
that i felt
a gnawing relentless desire for her
she looked at me with tender eyes
and shivering wet lips
and called out
"oink oink
moo
bark bark
woof woof
meow"
Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 1:47 PM UTC