Best Nutter Poems
A.W. Nutter
Pounding the pulpit with his fist
Sweat dripping from his brow
Preaching about Gods top ten list
The sinful Jews with their golden cow
Same old messages still in place
Pastor Jack’s patterns haven’t changed
Fear written on the altar boy’s face
A secret meeting has been arranged
Prayers end, the congregation stands
The pastor and boy move outside
Warmly shaking everyone’s hand
Wolf in sheep clothing able to hide
I casually walk across the street
Viewing the church pews now empty
The pedophile has made a quick retreat
Concealed in Satan’s, den of iniquity
Quietly, I traverse the wooden stairs
Listening at the door to the crying child
Pastor doing damage only God can repair
How many children has this demon defiled
Stepping through his unlocked door
A look of surprise from Pastor Jack
Dropping the naked child to the floor
Realizing his first sin, had come back
Quickly helping the boy get dressed
Time to end his night frights and screams
To Pastor Jack’s head my gun is pressed
The child pulls the trigger ending his dreams
His face aglow with the purity of light
From sending his tormentor to hell
Walking out of the church into the night
Brothers with a secret that we'll never tell
Categories:
nutter, angst, imagination, religionchild, child,
Form:
Rhyme
A. W. Nutter
Fog from my breath in the way
Temporarily impeding my vision
A small lamp, illuminates my prey
Unaware, of his impending execution
Rons wife, conveniently out of town
Visiting a sick relative, her perfect alibi
She must really despise this clown
I wonder if she kissed the fool goodbye
Staying in the shadows around the house
Dressed in black, invisible in the darkness
Entering their kitchen, quiet as a mouse
Through a window, left unlocked on purpose
From the first bedroom a child moans
Peering at the bed and the sleeping boy
The husband was supposed to be left alone
She'll pay dearly for this unexpected ploy
With the silencer in place I wake up Ron
He dresses quickly picking up his keys
Protesting will endanger his bastard son
He drives us deep into the forest of trees
Removing my mask he views his twin
Staring into the face of his supine form
Before he can protest I commit the sin
Then pray for God to help me reform
Burning the body along with the gun
Quickly driving home to start my new life
Showering, I slip into bed with my son
Real father and mother now husband and wife
Categories:
nutter, imaginationhusband, husband,
Form:
Rhyme
Angels Above
A. W. Nutter
At fifteen, I was to young to become a father
At fourteen, she didn’t need to be a mother
We were old enough to have sexual relations
Unable to understand the implications
We cried out in anguish to the angels above
Pleading for their mercy and their love
Parents abusing us for this sinful union
Adolescents fearful and full of confusion
Not able to cope with the adult pressure
The mothers young body goes into labor
We cried out in anguish to the angels above
Pleading for their mercy and their love
My son struggled between life and death
I held his hand as he took his last breath
From my hands his little body was pried
The tears falling like rain from my eyes
We cried out in anguish to the angels above
Pleading for their mercy and their love.
Occasionally the mother and my path will cross
Seldom do we mention or discuss our loss
But every year at nine, on the sixteenth of May
We both agreed, to light a candle and silently pray
To the angels watching from heaven above
Shower our son with mercy, show him your love
Categories:
nutter, anniversary, childhood, death, faithson,
Form:
Rhyme
One of many dark moments in America's History, home of the brave and the free.
A.W. Nutter
“Let the bullwhip sing”
“Stifling freedoms ring”
My sweat soaked shirt
Was quickly torn away
Fears dampening the dirt
I silently began to pray
My arms tightly bound
To a very large tree
No mercy to be found
I will never be free
“Let the bullwhip sing”
“Stifling freedoms ring”
A breeze caresses my skin
The whip will soon follow
His property committed a sin
My screams I try to swallow
The bullwhip slices the air
Skin separates with each lash
The pain more than I can bear
I scream as the master laughs
“Let the bullwhip sing”
“Stifling freedoms ring”
Categories:
nutter, angst, history
Form:
Rhyme
A. W. Nutter
Your beauty greets me in the morning
To your temptations none are immune
Like life, our time together is fleeting
So I visit daily to bask in your perfume
None can compare to your fragrance
Which enhances the hot summer air
Causing thoughts of love and romance
Enjoying the company of maidens fair
Occasionally your dark side emerges
Inflicting pain, by your barbs and thorns
It's always my fault, I hold no grudges
I should never grab you by your horn’s
No other flower has enjoyed the attention
Of poets and lovers, and those in mourning
The versatile Rose is used for every occasion
To express our deepest sentiments and feelings
Categories:
nutter, imagination, nature
Form:
I St
I stu
I stutter
My voice it f
It fal
It falters
They think I am a nutter
My v
My vo
My vocal
Chords they flutter
My mouth does t
does twi
does twitch
My sh
shoul
shoulders move
as if they i
they itc
they itch
I do a small fun dance here
while si
while sitt
while sitting
in my chair
And if you are my audience
(that's only fair)
I w
I welc
I don't welcome your
fear,
but your enthus
enthusia
enthusiastic
applause here
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Copyright © Darren White
April 27, 2017
Categories:
nutter, funny, health, self, spoken
Form:
Rhyme
A.W. Nutter
Trespassing through my domain
Your excursion has become a habit
Sampling your fruit I must abstain
My lustful cravings I try to inhibit
Gliding across the forest floor
Your fragrance filling my senses
Beautiful in your jogging decor
Testing my self imposed defenses
Vows of abstinence I'll rescind
From your virginity I will imbibe
Out of sight, slightly downwind
As I travel stealthily by your side
Wallowing in my lust induced state
The sons of Adam I failed to notice
Resurgence of a long forgotten hate
As I head toward the muffled voices
The men turn, as I begin speaking
Of death and devouring their hearts
Of my demons who are gathering
To collect their souls as they depart
I am Cain, destroyer of Abel
Your lives are required this day
The mens courage quickly fail
Their bodies return to potters clay
I gaze upon the daughter of Eve
Realizing she's a direct descendant
The chosen one who will conceive
The destroyer of the covenant
Pushing down my raging desire
I force my betrothed to dress
She has an unquenchable fire
To feel this demons caress
For now she must be satisfied
In sharing her morning run
With a lover whose life is edified
When she gives birth to his son
Categories:
nutter, religion
Form:
Rhyme
hey buddy, I have to tell you,
you stink just like rat pooh!
raw effluent smells so much better!
I wear a gas mask so I can breathe around you,
to say your dirty would be complementary,
I hear you work in a mortuary,
ain't that where all the dead heads hang out?
you, your head, you nutter!
get back to where you belong, back in de gutter!
did I use to call you bro?
a mistake, now I know!
I need fresh air gotta go!
before I do I bought you a bar of soap,
no, not to eat man, you on dope?
a word you do not know, 'wash'
now, now don't get violent put away that cosh!
go have a bath, with the soap use wire wool,
might stop you looking dull.
if you struggle, go get your brother,
no, not me, I'm no your bro,
a few lines back, I told you so.
right now I have to git,
when I get back I'll probably find that you have shrunk.
that's if you managed to shift ten years of gunk!
In case you do, I'll bring a shovel, cos ain't that wot you do best?
shovelling pooh, ten years of mess,
and the rest!
catch yuh later,
got to go going to meet your sister!
05/17/18
8 Mile Style Poetry Contest sponsored by Nick Trim
Categories:
nutter, rap,
Form:
Rhyme
An Indian beauty and nutter:
her eyelashes started to flutter,
her butt in the air
she laid it all bare,
revealing her hole of Calcutta...
Categories:
nutter, lust,
Form:
Limerick
suffering by the sentence made,
the pain wave breaks the surface,
the whips cut and the slicing blade,
the masters bloody purpose....
to be owned by the master,
and treated like a curse,
resentment burns hereafter,
karma is ten times worse,
time repays the master,
the next life reimbursed,
not blest with this life with laughter,
so miserable so cursed
"Indentured Servant" thanks Antony Nutter
great poetry mate.....Don Johnson
Categories:
nutter, adventure, life,
Form:
Ballad
A.W. Nutter
Morning grass laden with diamonds
Reflecting light as the sun ascends
Sleep riddled muscles slow to respond
Fear shoved aside as hunger transcends
Past sins continue to haunt the present
Forever trapped in an earth bound hell
The plague of suffering is heaven sent
My soul imprisoned in a living shell
Born to a sadist, another reprobate
Life a facsimile of countless others
Reincarnation, my preordained fate
Symbolic murders in my thirtieth year
Breeze caressing, naked legs and chest
Involuntarily shivering from the cold
God's retribution, collecting his debt
As this day of torture begins to unfold
My master approaches giving me a kiss
Before he begins carving away the skin
Eons of screams, echoing in the abyss
No salvation offered, no remission of sin
Categories:
nutter, death, imagination, religion
Form:
Rhyme
INCUBUS: A male demon believed to have sexual intercourse with sleeping women.
A.W. Nutter
The full moon casts a very pale light
Illuminating the demon at your side
His raw scent of nature fills the night
His sexual quest will not be denied
Clothing removed, admiring his prey
As he explores your valleys and curves
Laughing as your hips arch his way
The Incubus claiming what he deserves
Tender hands softly caress your hair
As he stimulates your erotic dreams
Your soft moans linger in the air
Soon replaced with guttural screams
Gratification arrives with the morning
Lips of honey seeking one last kiss
Allowing his prey to resume sleeping
As he vanishes with the morning mist
Categories:
nutter, fantasy, imaginationmorning,
Form:
Rhyme
Cow from Calcutter
There once was a Cow from Calcutter,
Who really was quite fond of butter.
She ate it all day,
Instead of her hay,
I think she's a bit of a nutter...
Categories:
nutter, irony,
Form:
Limerick
Mother Teresa of Calcutta,
Was a bit of a nutter,
She upset the slums,
When playing the drums.
Categories:
nutter, humorous, religion,
Form:
Clerihew
Like an aerial butterfly flutter
The same your lips are caressing my face
And so my mind is lost in a clutter.
As a storm produced by butterfly grace
On environment acts out of control
So the sweet contact of lips can efface
My brain completely as a Champagne bowl.
A miracle is which makes me nutter
But it is love which just enters my soul.
As an aerial butterfly flutter
Renders my mind as lost in a clutter.
Categories:
nutter, love,
Form:
Terzanelle