https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/ Thu, 16 Jul 2026 22:52:10 +0000 MyBB https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-27472.html Sun, 05 Jul 2026 16:27:06 +0000 Mark A Becker]]> https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-27472.html Singing Solo

She knows her solo well-
the rise, and fall
of each passage.

A lighter touch here,
more forceful there,
her contralto, legato

as she steadily builds
her crescendo, holding
a sustained vibrato.

Then, the sweet deep
release, to the sound
of one hand clapping.]]> Singing Solo

She knows her solo well-
the rise, and fall
of each passage.

A lighter touch here,
more forceful there,
her contralto, legato

as she steadily builds
her crescendo, holding
a sustained vibrato.

Then, the sweet deep
release, to the sound
of one hand clapping.]]> https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-27466.html Thu, 02 Jul 2026 05:12:42 +0000 busker]]> https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-27466.html Animal crackers in Buenos Aires

Middle aged expat Spaulding,
unhappily balding,
hastens to the door of
no doubt a dreary end,
each twilight Lang Syne Aulding.

Perhaps mysterious Spaulding
can no longer pretend,
looking past the balding, not
to miss the Garibalding,
nor from a rostrum scolding
his moonstruck countrymen
in Linz and Rostock, as well as in
proud Baden Baden,
toothbrush moustache twirling,
solar cross unfurling,
no meating and no girling,
with only foe, no friend.]]> Animal crackers in Buenos Aires

Middle aged expat Spaulding,
unhappily balding,
hastens to the door of
no doubt a dreary end,
each twilight Lang Syne Aulding.

Perhaps mysterious Spaulding
can no longer pretend,
looking past the balding, not
to miss the Garibalding,
nor from a rostrum scolding
his moonstruck countrymen
in Linz and Rostock, as well as in
proud Baden Baden,
toothbrush moustache twirling,
solar cross unfurling,
no meating and no girling,
with only foe, no friend.]]> https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-27451.html Wed, 24 Jun 2026 00:21:50 +0000 busker]]> https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-27451.html We’re sick of you

The English ruled the seas -
or the British, if you please -
and spread the game of cricket 
and taught their ABCs
and how to buy a bus ticket
in the East and West Indies -
that was when they’d work, not picket,
nor hide behind invented disease.

Now ADHD is grounds for 
leave, the sort you get pounds for,
and no one’s to blame for their fuck ups,
but the smart and wealthy, who are stuck ups,
or Moslems and migrants, not the dole bludging white,
says the Anglo-Australian-American right,
as they perform their Sturmabteilung stunts.

We’re sick of all you c***s.]]> We’re sick of you

The English ruled the seas -
or the British, if you please -
and spread the game of cricket 
and taught their ABCs
and how to buy a bus ticket
in the East and West Indies -
that was when they’d work, not picket,
nor hide behind invented disease.

Now ADHD is grounds for 
leave, the sort you get pounds for,
and no one’s to blame for their fuck ups,
but the smart and wealthy, who are stuck ups,
or Moslems and migrants, not the dole bludging white,
says the Anglo-Australian-American right,
as they perform their Sturmabteilung stunts.

We’re sick of all you c***s.]]> https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-27422.html Wed, 10 Jun 2026 01:40:26 +0000 thewilderhen]]> https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-27422.html But I refuse to anticipate compliance. I will shove
cops out of my way even if it takes several hard
looks and several gray
streaks in my bog-witch
hair, in the hallway I will strengthen
my looks by repeating them I will confer
upon them an irremovability
the equivalent of destiny, assigned
cop at birth, poor deluded mass, I will pour
electrolytes on their heads I will confuse
the cultural biology of
their gender dressed
in suits, ready to mistake
my car as uber, to get in with
the stretch of a commodious
belonging: how dangerous open
bodies can be, on the road.

We watch me walk down the hall. 
The pollworkers cannot cover
their face, he says. No visible
evidence of weapons, meaning guns he
voices the last part
yes, he voices the last part.



————
Stolen words from Hélène Cixous, late to her party as I am.
When I first heard the acronym ACAB I thought it meant “assigned cis at birth” and I was like, mmmm buddy aren’t we all.]]> But I refuse to anticipate compliance. I will shove
cops out of my way even if it takes several hard
looks and several gray
streaks in my bog-witch
hair, in the hallway I will strengthen
my looks by repeating them I will confer
upon them an irremovability
the equivalent of destiny, assigned
cop at birth, poor deluded mass, I will pour
electrolytes on their heads I will confuse
the cultural biology of
their gender dressed
in suits, ready to mistake
my car as uber, to get in with
the stretch of a commodious
belonging: how dangerous open
bodies can be, on the road.

We watch me walk down the hall. 
The pollworkers cannot cover
their face, he says. No visible
evidence of weapons, meaning guns he
voices the last part
yes, he voices the last part.



————
Stolen words from Hélène Cixous, late to her party as I am.
When I first heard the acronym ACAB I thought it meant “assigned cis at birth” and I was like, mmmm buddy aren’t we all.]]> https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-27418.html Sat, 06 Jun 2026 08:54:16 +0000 busker]]> https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-27418.html …
…]]> …
…]]> https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-27410.html Tue, 02 Jun 2026 18:53:20 +0000 dukealien]]> https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-27410.html

Water rattles in the sink,
ice cubes avalanche in freezer;
wind-whipped branches saw on siding,
rain drum-serenades the roof.
Passing truck-tires lion-bellow,
wet shoes porpoise-squeal on floors;
voices blare from distant tables,
I hear birds no eye can spy
chirping loudly under gables:
hearing aid is set too high.]]>

Water rattles in the sink,
ice cubes avalanche in freezer;
wind-whipped branches saw on siding,
rain drum-serenades the roof.
Passing truck-tires lion-bellow,
wet shoes porpoise-squeal on floors;
voices blare from distant tables,
I hear birds no eye can spy
chirping loudly under gables:
hearing aid is set too high.]]> https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-27378.html Sun, 17 May 2026 00:52:57 +0000 busker]]> https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-27378.html The Trees (From a line by Patrick Traveler)*

The trees conspire in secrecy  gather in conspiracy 
like senators waiting for Caesar.
There's Cassius, withered through winter,
there's Casca, sharpening a splinter,
that aloof, by-proxy malfeasor
is Cicero in leafy hypocrisy,

all waiting since they were cotyledons**
nestled within the seed
in patient hunger, like smilodons,
for Caesar to bleed.

Though no Caesar of trees will walk their way
because trees can't walk, they heard one say
that Birnam wood to Dunsinane did move,
and that is sufficient to prove
their tyrant might show up one day
and get what his actions behoove.***

*https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-27305-post-280808.html#pid280808
** ok, the trees weren’t cotyledons, only their leaves. Ignore that for the sake of art
*** grammatically incorrect, but it rhymes ]]> The Trees (From a line by Patrick Traveler)*

The trees conspire in secrecy  gather in conspiracy 
like senators waiting for Caesar.
There's Cassius, withered through winter,
there's Casca, sharpening a splinter,
that aloof, by-proxy malfeasor
is Cicero in leafy hypocrisy,

all waiting since they were cotyledons**
nestled within the seed
in patient hunger, like smilodons,
for Caesar to bleed.

Though no Caesar of trees will walk their way
because trees can't walk, they heard one say
that Birnam wood to Dunsinane did move,
and that is sufficient to prove
their tyrant might show up one day
and get what his actions behoove.***

*https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-27305-post-280808.html#pid280808
** ok, the trees weren’t cotyledons, only their leaves. Ignore that for the sake of art
*** grammatically incorrect, but it rhymes ]]> https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-27373.html Wed, 13 May 2026 17:39:26 +0000 Smiley]]> https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-27373.html I wish for a bright day and restful night
I wish you peace, no more fight
I wish you happiness all day long
I wish you a verse in the universes song
I wish for you to be blest
I wish for your soul to find some rest
I wish you success on every test
I wish for you, all the best]]> I wish for a bright day and restful night
I wish you peace, no more fight
I wish you happiness all day long
I wish you a verse in the universes song
I wish for you to be blest
I wish for your soul to find some rest
I wish you success on every test
I wish for you, all the best]]> https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-27359.html Fri, 08 May 2026 23:10:57 +0000 Smiley]]> https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-27359.html Its a good way to release
First, you tease
And after, you will be at ease]]> Its a good way to release
First, you tease
And after, you will be at ease]]> https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-27353.html Tue, 05 May 2026 18:46:58 +0000 busker]]> https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-27353.html The rebel 

There are times
when I want to bite you
like a dog. They think I’m mad
just because 
I want to bite you. Not just you though:
I’d like to bite most things.

I’ll answer someday for my crimes,
till then there’s kung fu
on a log or with the lads,
and thanks to laws
protecting free speech, however low,
I’ll smile and post things.

The right will call me smart.
The left will bitch and whine.
And some educated tart
call me a rabid canine.
Let them. I have art
and my father had a mine.]]> The rebel 

There are times
when I want to bite you
like a dog. They think I’m mad
just because 
I want to bite you. Not just you though:
I’d like to bite most things.

I’ll answer someday for my crimes,
till then there’s kung fu
on a log or with the lads,
and thanks to laws
protecting free speech, however low,
I’ll smile and post things.

The right will call me smart.
The left will bitch and whine.
And some educated tart
call me a rabid canine.
Let them. I have art
and my father had a mine.]]> https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-27319.html Sat, 18 Apr 2026 17:29:18 +0000 rowens]]> https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-27319.html Jester Blues

Successful people look down on me.

I look successful people eye to eye.]]> Jester Blues

Successful people look down on me.

I look successful people eye to eye.]]> https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-27309.html Thu, 16 Apr 2026 12:34:50 +0000 JohnS]]> https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-27309.html unruly grass beckons me to mow.
To bond with natures green expanse,
back and forwards,
row by row

I plod along and think of pleasant things,
the mower rumbles, on we go.
With each pass a new path appears,
back and forwards.

My neighbour waves, salutes my energy,
the emerald carpet grows and grows.
I’ve found a steady rhythm now.

At last, the winning line comes into view,
I have a fine mowed lawn to show.]]> unruly grass beckons me to mow.
To bond with natures green expanse,
back and forwards,
row by row

I plod along and think of pleasant things,
the mower rumbles, on we go.
With each pass a new path appears,
back and forwards.

My neighbour waves, salutes my energy,
the emerald carpet grows and grows.
I’ve found a steady rhythm now.

At last, the winning line comes into view,
I have a fine mowed lawn to show.]]> https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-27295.html Sun, 12 Apr 2026 21:18:22 +0000 rowens]]> https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-27295.html Pyrophilia Blues


"Hazel: I like it. I do! I'm - I'm just really concerned about dying in the fire.
Realtor: It's a big decision - how one prefers to die."



Feelings and emotions are fire

Thinking is gasoline

All simply burns until it's done.

*The I peeks out of the hedge*

I would learn to enjoy it 
If I didn't already]]> Pyrophilia Blues


"Hazel: I like it. I do! I'm - I'm just really concerned about dying in the fire.
Realtor: It's a big decision - how one prefers to die."



Feelings and emotions are fire

Thinking is gasoline

All simply burns until it's done.

*The I peeks out of the hedge*

I would learn to enjoy it 
If I didn't already]]> https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-27293.html Sat, 11 Apr 2026 17:47:45 +0000 wasellajam]]> https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-27293.html
Without a cat's weight
poems fly away like house wrens
darting from the eaves,
glimpsed but never caught in hand;
man is just the conduit.]]>
Without a cat's weight
poems fly away like house wrens
darting from the eaves,
glimpsed but never caught in hand;
man is just the conduit.]]> https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-27286.html Tue, 07 Apr 2026 01:46:21 +0000 dukealien]]> https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-27286.html
If “support” that Microsoft gives its fair-haired
current flagship Windows Eleven is their
best, we who remain on Ten are most blessed to
be “unsupported.”]]>
If “support” that Microsoft gives its fair-haired
current flagship Windows Eleven is their
best, we who remain on Ten are most blessed to
be “unsupported.”]]>