March 19, 2005
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Three poets who (perhaps like “Charlie The Copper”) that has never made it in my personae stakes, the failures include a pig, a farmer and a teacher, all here, though the teacher’s poem is not about teaching.
Three Poems by Buster The Pig.
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In the mud
the piglets play,
their curly tails
dance and sway.
Seven piglets
in the slops,
one day they’ll be
sizzleing pork-chops.
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Sitting in my sty
and wondering oh why
there is no god
for us poor sods.
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Today for food…..grunt
is mangel-wurzel…..grunt
can’t the farmer…..grunt
give us something better?…..grunt
Clarence (me mate)…..grunt
thinks the farmer is…..grunt
a right stupid…..*unt
(end)
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After Dad’s Funeral
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“I’ll miss him love,
I’ve glad I’ve got you,
Put kettle on will yer love
And let’s have a brew.”
Aye, we just back from crem,
Tears an’ sobs from Mum an’ me;
An’ what’s first thing Mother wants?
Why, a lovely cup o’ tea.
It were always thus round these parts,
If owt wrong at all, nay stew,
Just put kettle on stove
An’ t’tea-pot on brew.
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Minnie Minns.
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Next poem might “give” to the Rev. Toby.
Go to him. Old Mr. Teasdale,
Go and see him
Bedridden in his home.
But do not take gifts with you
Like flowers or whisky,
They will only gather dust
In a corner of his room
To be pinched perhaps
By a less than honest helper.
No, go and see Mr. Teasdale,
And tell him how Potts fell down a hole
And found some old copperware.
Tell him how Alice is no longer
That naughty spotty schoolgirl
But has turned into a stunner
That moves men’s heads.
Tell him all the news of the village,
The gossip, the fall-outs…
And he’ll smile at you
Like he rarely smiles today
And thank you for
Your wonderful gift from God.
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Farmer Mott.
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The next site to update? Possb Three_Headed_Sarahs
Of course, the cricket thing is up. act two has been wrote, but maybe the Sarahs’ will try another sport and wrestle with The Undertaker on World Wrestling Entertainment.
Got a lot for the The_Clowne_from_Clown
site now, but might leave it for the time being, answer some of my comments on this first!
Terry
Comments (41)
Tomorrow!
I’ve read some writers and poets who write the same piece a jillion different ways. You’ve got a gazillion different pieces. These three couldn’t be much different from each other than they are. The one in the middle doesn’t do much for me, but I love the piggy one on top.
Great poetry, now I feel hungry for some sausage with beer!
M.A.
More characters! Very cool and very ‘oink’! More gossip, too. Yay!
Dear Terry,
Buster the Pig is a true poet. “can’t the farmer…grunt. Give us something better….grunt.” This is a grand metaphor for spoiled humanity, like Bush republicans. “After Dad’s Funeral” reminds me that one can write a fine poem about tea. I like the Rev. Give the poem to him for sure.
Michael F. Nyiri, poet, philosopher, fool
If I could be 1/10th as prolific a writer as you are I could be very happy. You see nothing that is not worth writing about and everything turns into a poem. That is obsessive talent. Every word need not be the best ever written, only the fact they are written good or bad makes you a writer, someone who eats, sleeps, breathes writing. That is a writer.
I expect some of it to rub off on me one of these days. Perhaps in Texas. Right now, I need energy to tap a keyboard for any real length of time. Is there a cuppa that boosts energy levals? If so, bring it on.
Read all on the page and need energy to backtrack. Just not going to happen right now.
Sending good vibes your way and other good stuff.
Me
Quite charming, those pigs, yet full of thoughts I cannot grasp. The meaning can be deep, a commentary perhaps, or just surface, . . . .still, the following means something I am not understanding? Good, as always captures my attention. Where do these words, peoples, characters materialize? mr. Teasdale yearns for real communion of soul to soul, heart to heart – don’t we all – give me no gifts either, but rather TALK to me!! True
Sitting in my sty
and wondering oh why
there is no god
for us poor sods.
LP,
You are so talented. Your humor is lively. I’ve been away way too long.
I love the funeral poem
for I know I would want that same cup o tea myself
Luv you
The thought of mixing pigs and poetry never crossed my mind. LOL. Interesting…
Hi, you asked how it was going in C.Africa and whether I have feelings still for there.
Zambia is fairly quiet since it has been taken over by the Africans. Now and again I get some comunication about what is going on with the mines (It was a mining town I grew up in) Strangely enough I have never had any desire to go back, even though I do have great memories of my early years there. I still have a lot of relatives in S.Africa itself, and while I would love to be able to go to see them again, it does have a lot of turmoil, no infighting though, just general crime and mistrust between White and Black.
I’m an instant Buster fan!
yep me too Buster is the goods
a poetic pig 
yay!!
i liked the sentiments in the last poem too, i think news is what people hunger for, news of others.. not material things at all really, they just think they need those…
Of the three, I believe Farmer Mott had the most to say. But the tea ritual is great too. It seems we can cope with anything as long as it doesn’t deprive us our familiar routine. The pigs? well, they are in limbo because the Sarahs would probably eat them, even though their style is most suitable to the Sarah’s site.
i did share the words. they were in the second-to-latest post.
I guess I should’ve commented with this name before. I gotta new one here. I run two browsers (IE and Firefox) and keep each one logged onto a different Xanga.
I really liked the 3rd poem Terry, espically the lines about Alice.
A friend and I are planning on getting to Ireland someday…if only life would quit interfering.
Poor pigs, they are so smart and yet they will end as pork chops or ham.
To hear the gossip of a village is the best gift you can give to someone….if he still have a village ro remember.
pinching hmmm a good cup of tea is always good for what ails one thanx magi
Excellent poetry, as always, but the second Buster poem hits home. From the mouths of pigs… (to paraphrase)
Hey, Terry, yer purty quick to see “tossing”….no one else did!!! Two thumbs up!!!
I’M GLAD YOU CAME TOMY SITE BECAUSE NOW I CAN COME TO YOURS. THANKS FOR THE COMMENT AND SUPPORT. I LOVE POETRY AND HAVE ENJOYED READING HERE. KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK. HOPE TOP SEE YOU VISITING AGAIN. TAKE CARE
Buster needs a graphic
Lovely funeral poem
Thank you. Lord Pineapple. Ha ha ha.
RYC: No, post is not censored. Most of the moms I know have sent copies to their sons already. Especially the sons who were mentioned by name. Mail in and out flows freely.
Can I bring chicken soup for Mr. Teasdale?
You know, LordP, I was reading my subscriptions digest email on the cellular on my long ride home. When I read this ” Seven piglets in the slops, one day they’ll be sizzleing pork-chops.” I had to laugh.
Have a lovely week ahead.
-el
Interesting…..
I could see the third poem as belonging to Toby. That’s all right then – must just put a kettle on!
(Actually I don’t like tea at all, although I’ve tried, or coffee either!)
Oh, thank you so much for the comment on my site. =) I enjoy your poetry. Will subscribe! Have a great day.
“There is no sin in the eyes of God, only in the eyes of men.” This is not consistant with the teaching of God in His Book. Wishful thinking, misguided, quite. The heart is decietful and wicked, who can know it. None righteous, no not one. Come to the Fount of Blessing – apply the Blood of sacrifice shed for you, and find forgiveness. Read the Book. He loves you with an everlasting love. The instruction for every part of life is within its pages.
I think tea makes some tears more bearable. It’s the communing part of tea that we seek I think.
Yes, there is always someone to mess up a romance isn’t there?
ryc: That’s because the Sarah’s are much braver than I am.
I think the pig should have his own site
I havent heard from you in forever! How ya been????
Are you still planning your trip to Arlington sometime this year?
That pig poem is delightful!!!
As well, the funeral poem is very good.
Have an awesome day, thanks for sharing.
i am pretty screwed up,lol, but ur n 2 poetry thats coll i like 2 read it and try 2 figure out what their teying 2 say underneth the words
poor little piggies..i just can’t bring myself to enjoy porkchops now…huggs…very nice poetry…Sassy
Buster the Pig is quite talented, I must say, giving me a completely different perspective on pork chops.
Two weeks ago, we had a lesson on the translation of poetry by Professor Anderman. It was very interesting, and we realised that poetry is probably the most difficult genre of all to translate.
I have a question. When you sit down to write a poem, do you sit down with the entire poem already existing as a kind of “ghost of potentiality” in your mind, or is it more physical, like constructing something piecewise, or even from scratch as you go? The former seems more poetic, but i prefer the latter remembering that poetry is a craft. Keep it copasetic. Peace.
I write without really knowing what the next line/sentence is going to be, I progress it, it falls into shape like a sonata.