A Funny Poem...well I think it is!!!!!!

A funny poem about squirrels and fleas and bugs and trash....

The Beginning or How It Came About!!!

Crazy!!!!

it came upon a midnight clear
for me to find a way
to write a poem full of fun
yet nothing much to say

it is far from my usual trash
but thought I'd give it
just a little bash
so here goes and
hope you find
it not too boring
or hard to mind

Journey of a WhatUMayCallIt......

Sort of Red Squirrel

once upon a time
in a faery land
there lived a red squirrel
with two hands
one he used to scratch his bum
the other picked bugs from his tum

one day a grey with eyes like ice
decided that he did like mice
so he journeyed to a
far off land
crossing mountains and seas
on the backs of fleas
with wings (I have to say or
how the hell could he have got so far!)

Merry Old England

So when he finally arrived
In merry Old England he found
a lot of reddish looking look alikes

Immediately he said this cannot be
for they must all be grey as me
so with careful planning
and Borgia means
he rid himself of reams and reams
of reddish ones with bums and tums

End of ???

So the story goes but wait my friend
'Tis true indeed
For now our land is diseased
With greys and no more reds
so now you can go to bed
and dream your dreams
or nightmares if that be your choice

I rest my case!!!!!!

My Son, My Son What Have You Done ...a film by Werner Herzog

My Son, My Son, What Have Ye Done...

By cnwriter..carolina, 

This is written after watching the movie by Werner Herzog, My Son, My Son, What Have Ye Done which was inspired by a true story. It is dark and strange.

• The River
• The Men
• Title of the film
• Credits

The River

The mighty river storms
Along its craggy banks
Breaking up against the rocks
Surges of white foam boiling

On drifts of creamy smoke they puff
Their commonsense does leave
A dreamworld then to them appear
Frolics of fantasy now changing danger
Into what they wish to perceive
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W5PJrYN8lUU

The Men

Then into these waters running wild
Their tiny canoes they do place
Ready to take a journey bold
From which return they might
Or not
The obstacles that lie ahead
Are mighty they to see
Jagged rocks below
Their bottoms they could tear
And leave men floundering helplessly
Pummeling them unmercifully
Tearing all relentlessly
The blackened waters there

Title of the film

Michael Shannon

This is how the story goes
Switching backwards and forwards
From whence it did begin
The murder of his mother to
The ones who in Peru
Did dare the rapids wild

Out of such craziness it seems
To take the life of one who was his mum
A nag she might of been
Demanding too
But killing no
That is too much
Or was the karma so very strong
Between them

You will never know
Unless the film you see!!!!!!


I have not yet seen the end of this
And to be quite honest
Would rather leave you up in the air
Of how it does conclude
This film again by Werner Herzog
Entitled
My Son, My Son What Have You Done

Credits

When Your Knickers Get in a Twist....oh oh oh!

By cnwriter..carolina,
Posted in Wikinut>Writing>Fictional Verse

How many times have you allowed your emotions to take you where you really do not want to go...into a hell of your own making...I speak from experience...knowing that being able to recognize this pattern is a way to release it...enjoy and be honest with yourself!!!

Slips

in a twist

Give yourself a break
He said
Roll over to the other side
This one hard to handle

So many slips

Twixt cup and lip
Not meant literally
Something I do inside

Get my knickers in a twist
Emotions start to slide
Am good at that
Indeed...

Pie in the sky

flight of clouds

It seems to me
We all heirs to
Common things called
Lust
Desire

Some one our fancy
Tickles
Off running we do go
We think a connection
Has been made
When all along
Pie in the sky

Waters churn

sea flows,,

Turn the page so quick I will
Into the sky I gaze
Clouds in magnificent array
Parade

Far below waters churn
They never wonder why
Only movement for them
Flowing in eternity
Rippling
Flowing
Endlessly

Point to point....

on....

Why cannot I be like them
Not caught on anything
Just moving graciously
Point to point to point

Buoyed up from depths below
Purity sublime
Sometimes still
Yet constant always in their flow

Without reason

move on..

Spirit flows through all
Without surcease
Formless energy
Contained yet free
Moving restlessly
Through universes divine
Without wondering why

Supreme One dictates

and so it is....

read more of my pages from erotica to spirituality
hereScience from the Gods..Vortex of Energy
hereA Finding of Love...Maybe..Maybe Not
hereWhy What Happens...Happens..
hereAs the Worm Turneth...End to a Fickle Lover

An Ode to Leo

By cnwriter..carolina, 9th Mar 2012
Posted in Wikinut>Writing>Poetry

Leos are many ways to many people. Their extraordinary pride can be used positively to succeed or negatively to damage. Their search for spiritual enlightenment is often hidden behind a brash exterior but their sweetness if like honey.

• Roar of Might
• Seeking Truth
• Where Pride will Lead
• Craving the Limelight

Roar of Might

The mighty Leo

It has been said
The Lion rears his shaggy head
And roars above the crowd
To show the world
His might

His ways so proud
Can sometimes hide
A sadness deep inside
A remembering of days
gone by

Seeking Truth

A Path to Walk

Let not that is your heart's desire
Deter you from your path
Whatever that will be
Will come to you
In its own time

You search for wisdom
Out in the world
Yet often you deny
The inner way that leads
To truth

Where Pride will Lead

Pride of Leo

Your pride can block you
Accepting that which is
It rears its ugly head
And takes you on a journey
Down highways filled with dread

And yet the sweetness of
Your inner self
Shines through
Conquering all

Craving the Limelight

The pride of Leo

Beware of those who come to you
And flatter without cease
They know to turn your head
Will get them what they need

For Leos crave the limelight
To be the leader of the pack
Illusions they be
And lead to nothing

and so it is

Steve Kinsman
10th Mar 2012 (#)

You capture Leo's essence as only you can, cnwriter. I would suggest you read my ode to Leo on wikinut, but I'd be embarassed should you do, it pales by comparison. Great work.