"Any visionary poet will say to thee -
on an empty stomach, don't write poetry." - a certain non-visionary poet
Call me daft. Call me a nutter.
Close the door. Shut the shutter.
Put away every cracker.
Hide me from the snacker.
I'm Dr. Franken-Peanut Butter.
Raja, our soft precious fluffer nutter,
for you, I always melt like love butter.
Simply watching you sends me aflutter.
With tail up high, you are a grand strutter.
You are the best dog we have ever known.
Your intelligence is frequently shown.
That cover is only now and then blown,
like when trapped in a plastic bag hole zone.
You fetch, heal and we all think, sometimes speak;
'I muve you', 'mello' and 'melp' sound unique.
At times I think your talk is tongue and cheek.
You tell and show all our doors you WILL peak.
Unlike most felines, you hang with your peeps.
Together, more pack love flows for our keep.
You stay to play, talk, groom, perhaps lap sleep
and for popcorn, cheese or yogurt to reap.
Now thirteen, you want a new mattress share,
between us, on our pillows and my hair.
Knowing what you do not, I hold you there
to memorize you for my heart's layers.
Shades of grey cascades on rainy days
Petrichor reigns after each pitter patter
Radiance of earthy fragrance does flatter
Teardrops down panes.. splitter splatter
Fades to whiffs chiding riffs spit scatter
Forever about weather they do natter
Seems the one thing that does matter
Flowers cowers at showers which batter
Tiffs as petal in fine fettle does shatter
Down trodden by a sodden mad hatter
Raised bed fed on shed drops clatter
Spoils for alluvial soils a pluvial platter
Some veg in tatters others seem fatter
Folks chitter chatter.. prefer the latter
Cumulus nimbus nimbly flitter & flutter
Sunrays grasp after a last gasp stutter
Sliding gliding riding wooden shutter
Rasp of uncouth din off a roof of tin
Staccato rinse & repeat beat does utter
Burgling drains & gurgling in the gutter
Huddles of puddles cuddle and splutter
Parched Earth’s skin softens like butter
Mother Nature's own homegrown nutter
Folks groan have to clear up soaked clutter
Mumble prone to moan but not a tut tutter
Mustn't grumble need the tumble they mutter
There was a young man from Calcutta
Who was said to be quite a nutter
He had a strange taste
And did things in haste
Through his hair he’d comb peanut butter.
We all want equality of freedom
Yet they boo Africans of racism
How come colour concocted a disease
Day by day, we continue recording deportees
Even in our own theatre
At those who dressed native; we flutter
But we go nutter
To foreign dress; as we mutter admiringly like an orator
Not our culture or its prestige we groove on
More confident to countermove and condemn
Yet we cherished to be one
To achieve the counterterrorism is what am still to fathom
It seems we wish to forget our Origin
Then if the foundation is faulty
How would we help our dudgeon
When we do not live for our dreams' actuality
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!
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...
****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!
Big Ben chimes again
With Bazball zen
One of those men
From special stock
Shepherd of the flock
Hewn from strewn Volcanic rock
From New Zealand's Southern Isle
But only there for a wee while
Mighty flame haired flair laird
Without doubt more about Blighty's North East
They forged this bellicose beast
Ripsnorting sporting cavorting squire
Glutton & gourmand gorged feast
Test town crier
Puffed buffed chest
Inspire..burning
Proper copper topper
Churning fire..
Endless zest..desire
No dull lull
No bore draw
Simple...aspire
To score more!
It's not arcane
Stokes campaign & reign
Train like you're insane
Always entertain!
Remember us flounder
In the gutter
Trounced...17 on the bounce
Could we have found
Pound for pounder
Better all rounder
Nutter...go getter
Sounder founder
Run rate record setter
Of the evolution
And revolution
Of Test cricket
Toe to toe
Blow by blow
Heave ho
Give us a ticket
In the Baz ball or
Ben buzz grotto
Gung Ho motto
You will never know
Till you give it a go!
Demagogue not pedagogue
Aghast & agog
Perfidious insidious fog
Reeks of the past
Slog through the smog
Musk seeks to flog
Earth & its serfs
Downed & drowned
In his dystopian bog
Even starry nights
Elon’s neon satellites
Seedier media perch
Utter nutter besmirch
Thriving in the gutter
Conniving depriving church
Vex "X" & Tech T-Rex hex
Or next bogus Rogan
Bogan slogans prevails
Alpha male tales derails
Sod the planet’s scars
Cruise trips to Mars
Odd bod driverless cars
Spawn a fake Tarantino
Remake.."Musk till Dawn"
Devil may care lair..
Loads of lies..skies chock a block
With spies...all eyes on the prize
Everyone Everything Everywhere dies
Let's not parley with gnarly snarly
Musk...takes the mickey & the bicky
In the dock for running amok
Time guys he did finally own up
To being as grown up..
As a Farley’s Rusk (a British biscuit/bicky for a wee kiddy)
How important are family and friends,
Times of real trouble the outcome depends,
Depends on the numbers the more we recruit,
Together we help to resolve a dispute,
Our heads put together to plan our way out,
Intimidate the enemy where in with a shout,
We can beat every problem fight to the end,
Our strength is in numbers we will apprehend,
So if you cause aggro in a negative way,
You'll feel the full force as we hunt down our prey,
This is a route we rather not take,
It's never too late to admit your mistake,
Turn it around repair what was wrong,
Friendship or enemy something to work on,
The last few years have been tougher than most,
No one to blame pandemic the host,
A world that's so fragile with a lot going on,
It only takes one nutter to drop a huge bomb.
Those greyed pink strands
That trickle with a crackle
As neurons motor there their weigh
That Brian that named itself
I gave the voices in my head their own costumes
Some synapses may have snap
…………………………..………p
…………………………………..e
…………………………………..d
Some people don’t have an inner voice
I think I got their share
Some just grunt
Not the day to ask how I am
Some whisper tirades of alarms
Some plot within
while chances of escape are slim
They all came from planets
No earthlings
Scarred Wars
Things Han could have responded….
Me and Luke are a thing
Once you go Chewie…
Get your stuff outta of the falcon
You snogged your brother
I am doing this to get away from you, you nutter
My name is Indiana
Something something
this comes way.
Another day, another way
Another year, another tear
Another place, different space
Old book, new look
Old fears, new tears
Look back, different tack
Loose ends, old friends
Say goodbye, heavy sigh
Another pickle, life's fickle
Must fight, no light
Money spent, anger pent
New sun, nothing done
Seeds sown, food grown
Another hour, pretty flower
Birds tweet, so sweet
Cold frost, plants lost
Bent over, search clover
No luck, still stuck
Blue sky, can't fly
Soul bare, I care
Drugged nutter, dirty gutter
Back lane, insane
Hair lank, face blank
Empty mind, chose blind
Find peace, wars cease
Old world, flag furled
Modern world, Brain curled
No room, such gloom
Brain flop, full stop.
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
I am a psychopath
a derange
a fruitcake
she looked at me as if I am looney tunes, a
nutter, madwoman, maniac, nutcase, nut.
I stuck out my tongue, causing her to flee
the man in the elevator asked me
where would she go?
We three have been stuck in here for hours
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