Pig Speak |
larrylark
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I ate the tongue of a pig,
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bright pink, salivating,
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a stink among the gravy.
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I munched and mused,
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if that tongue could speak
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it would recite the names of truffles,
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brown, black and sable,
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blazing in the heart of a dark forest.
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27 Dec 06 |
Rated 8.7 (8.7) by 12 users.
Active (12): 6, 7, 7, 8, 9, 10, 10, 10, 10, 10
Inactive (0): 5, 10
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"i kissed the tongue of a pig,
he gave me AIDS and told
me where the door was,
he'd licked my kidneys
from inside me. now i
can say harley and death
with such a good tee-shirt."
— mikebauer
yum yum larry
— unknown
Hi mikebauer
I liked your take. It had a more substantially porky flavour than mine and seemes full of crackling.
Larry I'm a hog for you baby Lark
— larrylark
Hi unknown
glad you like my flavour
Larry ox tail Lark
— larrylark
oink squeal
piggly curly corkscrew tail
— unknown
oink squeal
piggly curly corkscrew tail
— unknown
sounds from yur bedroom?
— mikebauer
mike bauer is not a poet.
he is a pip squeak
— unknown
I like this - it's elemental and the juxtaposition of the talking pig and the 'bright pink salivating' eater is a good way of keeping the conceit going. A bit Orwellian, but rather good for that.
— unknown
say wot, mate? ermmmm........ jolly good show and all that. Orwellian or Orwellesque?
— unknown
Something, maybe reading too much poetry, has given me a sty in my eyx.
Larry throbbing vision Lark
— larrylark
I LOVE this poem. I don't know why. I just do; especially L's 3, 6 & 8. Your use of imagery is just awesome. Happy New Year.
— starr
larrylark!!! i had no idea!!! this has got to be YOUR BEST ONE yet!!!
— starr
mike bauer is poet in his own way,.......he a genius in an obnoxious way, and i love it
— crismonblue
Larrylonglivelark. :-)
— starr
must have been a french pig
cute
— unknown
What's the pig deal about this poem?
— unknown
Dear Starr
This is based on a piece of bacon rind which i used one day to tie up my shoe laces when one broke so i could go for a walk in the woods
Larry Savoy Truffle Lark
— larrylark
This poem is, in my opinion, one of the most potent pieces of writing I've seen in a long time. The very second I read it, I loved it. I knew it would be a #1 Top Rated selection from that point on. I just knew it. Keep on, Mike! I love your stuff.
— starr
It's Larry's, not Mike's. I think.
Is the extra space behind "mused" in L4 supposed to be there? If so, I'd use something more grammatically proper...perhaps...an ellipsis...?
I love the diction, tone, structure, and so forth -- I just didn't draw a much of a conclusion from it. Not sure why I should be reading it. Hence a 7.
— aurelius
Dear aurelius
Thanks for the suggestions which i will consider carefully, that is if i can take myself seriously for long enough.
Larry oink oink Lark
— larrylark
There is no big deal about this poem unknown. I was bored and my assistant on the farm was ill so i had to swill out the piggery, not a very pleasant thing to have to do at 5am on a Christmas morning. One of the pigs yawned, a curtain drew momentarily back and i was standing in the middle of a dark forest with truffles scattered round my feet with a strange oinking coming from the bushes. Some may call this a visionary moment, others would call it a load of old testicles but it is the way things have always happened on the farm
Larry Old Macdonald Lark
— larrylark
LOL! I LOVE this poem, larrylark!
— starr
haha-funny.
— unknown
Dear Starr
I'll take it as a yes that you like this one then shall i? My aim though not always true is to please and i really appreciate your support.
Larry good boy Lark
— larrylark
Well, I could certainly smell the funk in the kitchen while you feasted.
Well done, Larry "that'll do pig" Lark.
Jen-
— jenakajoffer
hmmyes
nifty-keen
but, L7,8
brown, black, sable, dark, and
blazing???
— chuckles
Only problem I see is the space between "and" and "mused." One porker of a poem!
— Isabelle5
Hi Isabelle
Thanks for rhe spot. They unfortunately don't all come out like a prime piece of pork from the squealing heart of a pig ,oink oink.
Larry bacon boy Lark
— larrylark
I like the oxymoron of the blazing blaxk truffles - they do blaze for pigs. Excellent poem.
— opal
Dear Opal
They really do blaze and you can find your way among them even if the moon is not shining.
larry talking total bollacks lark
— larrylark
i like your poem
— jumpoline
Dear Jumpoline
That will do just fine and dandy for me.
Larry beano Lark
— larrylark
I actually feel sick. Congrats, I guess, on making a truly sickening poem. You horses ass.
— unknown
Dear Unknown
you migh not know this but offal is considered gourmet food in the outback where I live in my tarpaulin covered shack.
Larry back duds man Lark
— larrylark
Larry, larry, larry, I eat pickled pigs feet but I don't write poems about them.
— unknown
Dear Unknown
then you jolly well should
Larry boss porker Lark
— larrylark
I think there should be subject matter consideration when writng a poem. An artist creates a composition that is worthy of viewing, or they should.
— unknown
It all depends I suppose on what the artist sees as beautiful does it not. One mans car crash is another mans daffodil.
— unknown
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