Long Nutter Poems
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****s Gluts
Societal Stutter
More Cuts
Suicidal Splutter
Serfs Ruts
Should be wary
Weary of the scary
Leery lairy Dairy Fairy
Utter Nutter
If's But's
Gutter Mutter
Tut Tutts
Because of their ilk
Silk road's now
Bow..cash cow
Kowtow to
Road of Milk
Nadirs Clutter
Wing Nuts
Flitter Flutter
Garters from Guts
Soften your butter
Everything shudders
Will explode
Due to the udders
Rivers life
Givers rotten
Nature rife
Delivers from
Strife forgotten
Moolah besotten
Milk powder
Or
Seafood chowder
Dairy highway dismay
All day diner
Cosplay for our new
Crueler ruler.. China
Hip hip Hooray!
It was nothing to do with me,
I wasn't there, and, besides...
Who could?
They all urge you on,
as if it is just the cold sea
you're plunging in,
a bit of a shock.. but then it's OK.
Plunging in, swimming about, finding...
... not too much - other swimmers in their bubbles.
Without bubbles, they're mad, barking, off their trees -
- some even commit suicide ... it's them.
They. Them. The other. Foreign. Not-like-us. Kill-themselves. As_they_would... wouldn't_they.
But. But. Doubt. Don't Doubt - don't.. You're not a maddie...,
are you sure?
It must have been raw for Jane to kill herself..
.. Nutters, she said to me, only last year, about suicides. She was quite clear. and she wasn't.
-- a nutter. At least. Not then.
Now. Dead. Suicide. Depression. Yes. maybe. Jane.is.a.nutter..
I shouldn't say this, but I think that's crap.
It was nothing to do with me,
I wasn't there, and, besides...
Who could?
I loved Jane - she helped make sense of the world. She made sense, when it was all black - and Mummy said it might be a little dark.
Jane sang: 'Don't worry, be happy'.
Why can't they see, we can't all be invisible. can --- we?
.invisible.nutters.
I.am.an.invisible.nutter.
It makes no sense, does it, unless you are a nutter?
At least it does all make sense. Now. Sorry. Really... I am.
Not a man among us could believe the tales as told
A forty foot gorilla must be fable
This jungle is so hot by day but in the night so cold
It had been said our minds were quite unstable
For acting on the rumours when we’re not completely sold
Suggest we all deserve that ‘nutter’ label
But every man among us would do anything for gold
And so we’ll get that beast if we are able
*
Bananas in this jungle two feet long from tip to tip
Maybe causing growth at faster rates
And thus creating quite an evolutionary blip
with massive figs and quite enormous dates
So if we get the monster and the media let’s rip
We’ll all be heroes back home in the states
But will a forty foot gorilla sink our ageing ship
And leave us clinging on to wooden crates
*
We found that ape and drugged him but he started to recover
He screamed so loud but he was tied down well
He grinned at me as though he knew that soon we would discover
Something that might send us all to hell
The men stepped back and did their best to hide behind each other
And one man stammered through his urgent yell
“You’ve got your huge gorilla, but turn round and meet it’s mother!”
…
It wasn’t she that made the awful smell.
Can you feel the real deal hoodoo or juju hex
One sex tech conquest & manifest wrecks perplex
Flex your cerebral cortex protest against the new Rex
Hullabaloo of voodoo we must contest & vex
Vain inane randy Deejays handy on dandy sandy decks
A bane.. vloggers..joggers & bloggers texts & trend treks
Reign of hooray Henry’s forays with oversized unwise specs
Disdain from plain Jane “ex” glowering while devouring Tex Mex
Train..campaign for brawn not brain.. divulging bulging necks & pecs
The lot have got an absurd follow the word of the herd complex
Flecks of lies flutter & splutter in the utter nutter echo chamber gutter that is “X”
Never ending..mind bending curmudgeon bludgeon chorus of Tyrannosaurus Techs!
I once wrote a POTW, getting to know you, was the theme
Simple little rhyme, about soupers commonalities it seems
Now I’m discovering disparity, divisions, different schisms
Joining the dots together, one picture emerges, extremism
A few (leading lights), have gathered sheep into their pens
Who in turn follow them blindly, to anywhere and back again
None of my business you say, and I would be first to agree
But our paths must cross sometimes, as now you can see
Such is lies, such is truth, it’s all immaterial within a poem
A story is a story, our imagination counts, on bringing home
I manipulate words, trying to imbue you within stark verse
Encouraging open-mindedness, never planning to coerce
Others have hidden agendas, encoding influences of ambition
Deluded in their own self importance, to maintain recognition
Suppressing freethinkers, using propaganda, covert pretexts
Don’t like the tone of your language, get shunned by request
Teach us a lesson, an opinionated authority, waves a big stick
Seen this crap before in institutions, got caned as a small kid
Gaslighting, solipsistic, narcissistic, torchbearers of nothing
Pushing your own egos, not poets work, shameless plugging
Some fellow poets do fall foul, getting led up the garden path
Instead of expressing independence, write to appease wrath
So this message is from a nobody, and I’m calling you to task
Why! because I have a pair of balls, not satan behind a mask.
This is no exposé, majority of soupers, see through your cover
Easy now, I won’t mention any names, best ignore this nutter
I proffer diversity and conversation, no nihilistic atheist stray
Unlike his predecessors, won’t get disheartened or walk away
Look at history what happened, when pandering to dictators
Carrying swastikas in suicidal obedience, to Hitler their savior.
I’m not trying to tempt your faith,
write about god write about man,
But when man believes he’s god,
Yeah! we’ve already lost the plan
And for that habitual poltergeist
that keeps messing up comments
Are you trying to tell me something
or just afraid of the open contents
By
David Kavanagh
Mitch
My friend is my brother
from another mother
who is like no other.
In Christ, he’s my brother.
It’s my privilege to utter
and I do not stutter,
nor would I mutter,
In Christ, he’s my brother.
He’s certainly no nutter,
as smooth as butter,
like a ship’s rudder,
In Christ, he’s my brother.
In line, he’s no cutter.
His house has no clutter.
He’s firm without judder.
In Christ, he’s my brother.
He’s surely not a hutter.
His roof has no gutter.
His garage has no putter.
In Christ, he’s my brother.
So now it’s time,
to end my rhyme
for he is sublime.
In Christ, he’s my brother.
He’s not poor nor rich.
In him I find no glitch.
His name is Mitch.
He’s my brother.
John Stasukevich
6/24/2023
so this poem is based solely on the title and its interpretations
so the obvious one is racism
do the blind only see the sound
if you take it like colour
as in shades of pink
is shade just a lesser human
like a lesser red
deeper tones have stronger faith love hate
what if shade is the shadow
we blight on nature
What if it was a shade actually made of skin
sorry thats the serial killer coming out of me
or maybe just a lampshade owned by all humanity
dont listen to him hes a nutter
what if theres a lettet missing
maybe its
an shade of human
naw that disney sound right
A shoop of sheep
a faith of leaps
maybe Christian takes on humanity
the first of 50
maybe its that darkness
that blobs and muds
and splutters
from the pits abyss
that pulls inside
what if it has no meaning
until you give it one
This is now my unofficial Poetry Soup Blog.
I know you're only supposed to post poetry here,
but as far as I can tell,
I can blog here as well
as long as my blog rhymes poetically to the reader's ear.
So check back here now and then occasionally.
I may have announcements to share for all of you to read,
but I'll post these blog announcements poetically.
That should justify my posting a Soup Blog
in a space that is most strictly reserved to log
all kinds of styles of all kinds of poetry.
If I have any new news that needs to be released
I'll leave this web address posted on my last posted poetry piece.
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12/03/ 2009 -
I have deleted the following pieces from my postings.
Thank You Bird Of Prey & A Pale Male Tale.
I also have revised a couple of postings.
Pale Male's First Love & In Loving Memory Of Pale Male.
With both of those pieces I've eliminated the entire text
and substituted all of the text with a single web address.
Feel free to give them both a quick look see.
Do you think this is a good idea?
Your opinion matters to me.
In Loving Memory Of Pale Male> Site Under Construction
Pale Male's First Love> Site Under Construction
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12/12/2009 -
This Is Not My Poem (Author Unknown) Parts 1 & 2
will be deleted at the beginning of the New Year
so you might want to give it one last view.
It's a special Holiday poem that you may want to read.
I posted it with the hope that a fellow Souper might know the author's identity.
I know the author's name now, thanks to one Mr A. W. Nutter, aka Anthony.
The author's name is Michael Marks. I'll leave his web page address before I leave
so that fellow Soupers who join in the new year can also give him a read.
Michael Mark's "A Soldier's Christmas"
http://www.michaelmarks.com/asoldierschristm.html
Here's the web address also for Mr Nutter's Poetry, aka Anthony's Poetry.
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poems_by_poet.aspx?ID=14459
This Is Not My Poem (Author Unknown)
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poem_detail.aspx?ID=185645
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To Continue Go To:
My Poetry Soup Blog, Part 2
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poem_detail.aspx?ID=192344
A flash in the sky had just caught my eye
A man wearing cape and tights quickly sped by
He landed sure footed and that’s when he spoke
“Forsooth, I am verily one super bloke.”
I said, “Ooh, get you,” in a mock comic voice
He said, “Tis a brave man, that mocketh my choice
To vanquish the blaggard of doubtful intent
So desist young scoundrel and be thee not bent.”
I said, “Leave it out guv, you’ve gotta be nuts,
You look a right numpty, there’s no ifs or buts
What kind of hero do you claim to be
You look like a dollar store loser to me.”
Well he stood feet apart with his hands on his hips
He gave me a look that said, “You’ve had your chips.”
Instead he said, “I roam alone like a cloud
To snare ye that do-eth what be not allowed.”
I laughed in his face and I told him he’s bonkers
And his tights were revealing his couple of conkers
And then I said, “Give up this crime fighting caper
Or soon you’ll be ridiculed in the newspaper.”
Suddenly there was a screeching of tyres
Out of a Buick leapt Machete Myers
He shouted, “Oy, nutter, get outa my way
Or you’se gonna go meet your maker today.”
The self proclaimed hero spoke firmly, “Behold,
Hast I not crossed hosts of daffodils - gold
To stay thee thy hand as thy crime was foretold
And in yonder jailhouse then thee I shall scold.”
Machete Myers with his machete out
Laughed, uncontrollably falling about
He collapsed in a heap and died where he laid
By coming down hard on his own lethal blade
I said, “Okay, Mister, you’ve saved all our bacon
It seems that it could be that I’ve been mistaken
You’ve talked us both out of a grave situation
But that gear you’re wearing is one weird creation.”
The man in the cape and the over tight tights
Who had just put out the machete man’s lights
While speaking in rhyme said, “I have a plan,
I shall fight crime and be called Souperman.”
Let's applaud our
Adored Lord Broad
Fame and awards
Crossing swords &
Bossing visiting hordes
Name in the frame
On Lords boards
Cooing..wasn't it grand
Tanned boy with headband
Wooing the fanned stand
No wonder we're so fond
Of this towering..glowering
Powering flowering blonde
Plumping for knees pumping
Hearts a jumping
All a flutter
Tub thumping
Jaffas he's a scrumping
Utter bowling nutter
Batters in tatters
On the ropes
Slain with disdain
Hopes in vain
Dope tropes
Broad roared
Insane hurricane
Yet again
That strength of fine
Alright divine
Line and length
Vertiginous delight
Prodigious insight
Canny..crafty will
Log in to his noggin
Didactic tactic thrill
Found going round
Was gravy..on the money
Crowned genius genesis
Hefty lefty nemesis
Davy Warner..his bunny
Gladly listened to Hadlee
Took note of what
The Goat did float
Shorten your run son
Well must embellish
Relish to hone
To still cherish..own the throne
With Jimmy his friend
Found at their home grown ground
Got their own eponymous end
Game's pantomime dame
If everything else fails
Wrist twist of the bails
Burning beacon flame
What a gusto way to go
For our dearly loved maestro
Bravado even braggadocio
Willy Wonka winning ticket
Plucky...jammy...lucky
Hero cheerio double whammy
As Broad encored..
Last ball bowled..got a wicket
Last ball faced for 6 did flick it
Helluva a way
For our stellar fella
To say goodbye
To Test cricket