Short Nutter Poems
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fighting a war all on my own
whilst from a far they assess my sanity
I may be a nutter so I'm left alone
a middle finger to humanity
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...
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.
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...
There once was a nutter quite frightful
Who spent so much time being spiteful
When confronted with truth
Completely debunking her sleuth
She barreled into delusions most delightful!
Clutter was a butterfly
who liked to butter dive
a nutter was this butterfly
when butter caught his eye
he'd butter up his wings
as the fluttering begins
he couldn't cut the wind
a butterwalk was him
so rear up like a young mountain goat,
head butt the horror okey doke,
rip the skull from offa him,
body slam him with a grin,
johnson says its orright,
its deathless time tonight...:(
re:
"The Reaper"
Anthony Nutter
Don
Dedicated to Mati, our Black Angora Beauty
Awesome soft, like butter
A cute fluffer-nutter
Adult itty-bitty
Able playful hunter
Alert loving kitty
An active stunner and
Adorable wonder
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
"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.
REGRETFUL
Once more and ever sorrowful
I see the bitter past
Can I perceive tomorrow till
The dark of night has passed
With time the damned
Take heed and heart
Past deeds they whimper still
Conscience jams the nutter part
So says the whip-or-will
Don Johnson 2-august-10
An Inupiat "slow-grower"
Believed he could sink no lower
When an icicle rose
On the tip of his nose
He won "Number 1 Snow Blower"
* * * *
A cold polar bear did stutter
And folk thought he was a nutter
But God loved him a bunch
And dropped off his lunch
With buckets of peanut butter.
There I was in the bath,
splashing with my duck,
I got my toe stuck in the tap, I
never have much luck!
My sister came running up the
stairs and said I was a nutter,
my mum came in with a grin
and rubbed my toe with butter,
out it popped all swollen and
red, mum gave me a clout and
sent me to bed.
David icke
conspiracy realist, not a nutter
as was first proclaimed
now he is a well respected researcher
and author.
when David Icke is demonised
this is usually done by someone
who has neither read any of his books
nor watched any of his presentations
the world of man
is a crooked one
and worse is to come
so keep an open mind
and do your own research
*thank you for reading.
us deranged poets doubt the day,
if sharp of mind is on display,
or am i somewhere up the creek
looking for to find the leak,
me mentals gone astray...
up the creek with a brain thats addled,
calamity till im unsaddled,
or freak
so watch yer back, 4 gross attack ,
from some deranged of snyde,
imagination is on track,
sidestep ol suicide....
re "Edge of Insanity"
good work Anthony Nutter!
Don
diving off the old black stump,
suiciding 4 the ground,
bloody cattle dog, is a biting me,
bringing about just half a frown,
6 feet down ought ta do it,
break me neck, get hammered ears,
off me rear you cattle bludger,
best 4 flying, don't intefere
uh oh im flying skimming,
wonder here bout me women,
kerlunk....aint a grinning....
the pancake punch....
bad headache, whats 4 lunch....
thanks Anthony Nutter
Don
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.
A. W. Nutter
Sympathetic voices
Whispering in the ear
Angels in remorse
Shedding their tears
Droplets of water
A mocking serenade
The darkened chamber
They chose to invade
Alone in the darkness
Depression transcends
Engulfed by wickedness
Prayers quickly end
Pleading for death
Ignored by the Trinity
In a reprobates path
On the edge of insanity
Consumed with fear
Overwhelmed with pain
Salvation for beggars
In hell I’ll remain
Passive dismissal snorting
say common poet boring
Thou Lord you’re adoring
imagination you’re in
Threaten me with a day of reckoning
your belief continues to project
but like you I was made by him
and he made me perfect
So as you write and whine
sucking up so sloppy
he knows yours and mine
you don’t know how God see
You know no better
than any in this subject
you’re just another nutter
stringed church puppet
Nutter-Butter
Thoughts of him touching
me stirs my heart to flutter.
My head floods with emotions
and fantasies, it clutters.
When he calls me on the
phone I stammer and stutter.
When he tells me he loves me,
I melt like butter.
Trying to steer this sinking ship
is like a boat with a broken rudder.
I sit all day in a daze, when people
ask me questions all I do is mutter.
I’m in love with
this nutter-butter!
Chocolate Charlie, a fruit and nutter
Made from milk, cocoa and butter
Chocolate Charlie, so very sweet
From the top of his head
Right down to his feet
He has little chocolate fingers
And little chocolate toes
With chocolate eyes and ears
And a chocolate button nose
Chocolate Charlie, a little bit wacky
Left out in the sun can get a little bit tacky
Chocolate Charlie so yummy and scrummy
Sadly no longer with us
Because he is inside my tummy.
Aching is my heart for you
Withering my very soul.
A crack will turn me pale blue
Only you can halt the toll.
Teresa of Calcutta
Empathize for my poor sake.
Why not look at this nutter
Hoping to be yours to take.
After all, I am to blame
Killed of my wonderful good.
All I am is a failed game
Prayers to you under my hood.
Only the faithful are helped
Not because of selfishness
Of sheer gratitude for life.
By Leanne Walsh
07/07/2014 (MM/DD/YY)
Beseech the wooden hip and eye
To paddle off and caper.
Beseech the Maxfold cat and stye
Forlorn with hairy Gator.
Bring not thy chesticle to bear,
Thy open arms to boot.
Beseeching here and everywhere
To hear old Amos flute.
'You can but not cumcumber me!'
He gummed in chitter-chatter,
And passing water from his knee
Knew something was the matter.
Alas! Alak! A Ladybird-
A lullaby in butter.
Beseech in me the rare absurd,
Not sane, not yet a nutter.
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
A.W. Nutter
I feared the shadows
Beasts hidden, no desire to be seen
I feared the shadows
Where they make you feel unclean
I feared the darkness
Demons prowl under the cover of night
I feared the darkness
They attack during the absence of light
I feared being alone
As the nightmares begin to invade
I feared being alone
Reliving your nightly escapades
I feared my home
Curled up crying on the closet floor
I feared my home
The real monster, sleeping next door