Wulf and Eadwacer
ancient Anglo-Saxon poem
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
My clan's curs pursue him like crippled game;
they'll rip him apart if he approaches their pack.
It is otherwise with us.
Wulf's on one island; we're on another.
His island's a fortress, fastened by fens. (fastened=secured)
Here, bloodthirsty curs howl for carnage.
They'll rip him apart if he approaches their pack.
It is otherwise with us.
My heart pursued Wulf like a panting hound,
but whenever it rained—how I wept!—
the boldest cur grasped me in his paws:
good feelings for him, but for me loathsome!
Wulf, O, my Wulf, my ache for you
has made me sick; your seldom-comings
have left me famished, deprived of real meat.
Have you heard, Eadwacer? Watchdog!
A wolf has borne our wretched whelp to the woods!
One can easily sever what never was one:
our song together.
Categories:
wulf, abuse, violence,
Form: Free verse
Where is John Wulf and Jack
Where oh where did John Wulf and Jack Go?
Him and Jack went to a movie show
Where they went no one knows
Now don't follow their nose
They seen MaGilla Gorilla toes
04/13/2016
Categories:
wulf, fun, humor, nonsense,
Form: Limerick
John I'd love to steal your work
But I’d look a complete berk
We know stealing is wrong
Unless you come from Ding Dong
some need to do their homework!
Tongue firmly in cheek write Inspired by John Wulf's poem Steal this poem please
12th April 2016
Categories:
wulf, humorous, irony, poetry,
Form: Limerick
Every time I need a chuckle
over to Jack Ellison I go
He's the Limerick King
in case you didn't know
Yet Jack can't say anything
to top the number one Ace
'Cause big bad John is there
to keep him in his place...
Categories:
wulf, howl,
Form: Rhyme
Mr. Wulf likes visiting my page
'cause my animals are filled with rage
I have left two comments
his page, is where I went
I find myself stuck on center stage.
Mr. Wulf wrote a poem to me
I've got myself in trouble you see
Groundhog and Leprechaun
were awake until dawn
woke me up and kicked me in the knee.
Tried to include them in my comment
now it seems, they are very hellbent
I told them I forgot
would listen to me not
they both got angry and off they went.
They'll beat me black and blue a sure bet
maybe next time I will not forget
to write about them more
I'm going to be so sore
I am not done dealing with them yet.
Thanks John, for getting me in trouble
now my day is spent in a bubble
they won't leave me alone
and I want to go home
I sit here with a baby bottle.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Apr.14/2015
This is all in fun. It started off good and it went from bad to worse. Damn Mr. Leprechaun and Mr. Groundhog. They make me so damn angry. I can't quite remember what I was going to write, because now, I have amnesia. No thanks to those two idiots.
Categories:
wulf, art,
Form: Rhyme
There once was a boy named John
He knew how to have some fun
Now he's grown up to be
Wulf of Nonsense Alley
His rhymes are intended pun.
KIM PATRICE NUNEZ
16 March 2015
11:00 AM
Categories:
wulf, dedication, humor,
Form: Limerick
Dear Jonathan you seem more refined than most
Were you appointed spokesperson to fill a post
I'm the Canadian equivalent
I'm really quite magnifient
When it comes to public speaking I can't help but boast
Well don't be shy you should blow your own trumpet
Need to show these guys we ain't just some puppets
Got savy galore
Taking over the floor
To the applause of many causing smiles by the bucket
Now don't get me wrong John, I'm straight as an arrow
It's my humble attempt to prove I'm really not shallow
My breath is strong
As I lead them in song
And they keep throwing me money by the barrel
So John, this is not one of those “Dear John” letters
Trust me, this little limerick is a whole lot better
To acknowledge your talents
Won't call you a savant
Though on Poetry Soup you're image is unfettered
Enough is enough, mustn't cause too much laughter
For fear you might think it's your body I'm after
On my mama's grave
It's only friendship I crave
Okay I admit writing this while a bit plastered
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
wulf, fun, tribute,
Form: Limerick
They come with the right tune
They have the right taste
To keep alive the kid in us
Because we all need a little bit of playground in our lives
John calls them nonsense, I call them Hats and Heart.
Categories:
wulf, dedication, for him, poetry,
Form: Verse