"beavers" poems
RIVERS MAKES ME QUIVER
Youthful mind left wandering just feeling the wetness from yards into the curbs
Ripples running curbside over toes, forming those first streams for a meandering mind
Clouds collecting power,mists collecting,forming Drop by drop rains flowing into their reserves
High mountain lakes reflecting their passion, partitioned by beavers to make their own pond
Broken into brooks flowing faster downward into streams,cool and clear their taste like sweet liqueurs
Beauty not confined to a torrent but gifted with greenery and wildlife ,flowers that make the forests more confident
Trickles forming into cascades downward making outpourings & overflows waterfalls forced through the fissures
Gravity needs spaces we watch as it heightens then widens,making it's way through the continent quickly becoming most prominent
Admire her beauty but reap her rewards,wet bounty to feed the fields, food for fishes ,generations receive her treasures
Canoeists,kayakers or legendary steamboat captains are fond of their flowing, boys wondering where she will go ,knowing our tears of joy will flow to the sea should be our greatest compliment. R.C.
Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 9:19 AM UTC
"Do you know who the prime minister of Canada is?"
"Hmmm isn't it Tim Horton?"
Sweating, shivering, and shoveling snow,
Looking up with relief as the flakes begin to slow.
Starting our mornings with pancakes drizzled in gooey sweet syrup
And greasy, cheesy, poutine being our last meal we eat up.
We hike up a green lush mountain just to see the view
And shoot down the slopes of silvery snow and feel as if we flew.
The rascally beavers are our vandals, the loons are our song,
The cougars reminding us that we are strong.
We are Canadian, eh?
But would we really want it any other way?
Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 2:17 PM UTC
I know a guy,
he is a friend.
Whom the cops often have to,
apprehend.
He used to do
some crazy ****
But now he doesn't do most of it.
I know you are thinking,
who is this man.
He is a friend who drives a van.
Although not to pick up kids with treats,
he uses his ride to satisfy his needs.
Which includes dolphin collecting,
live or dead,
he's always selecting.
Vaping real hard
every single day,
is how he spends,
his hard worked pay.
His job is selling,
illegal pelts
of rare albino beavers.
He sets up traps
and waits in the bushes
with an over sized cleaver.
Stalking and waiting for the perfect catch,
he watches the ****** closely.
And right as it comes into reach,
he slits the baby's throat boldly. (baby ****** not a real baby.)
My friend makes his way to the flee market,
where he sells the pelts.
He greets his customers happily,
as the beavers hang from his belt.
Blood on his hands and pride in his eyes,
he knows he's got a great prize.
The money rolls in,
and he know it is true,
that night he will party
until his lungs are blue,
(due to the fat rips he'll be vaping)
On the weekends when he's not working,
he hops into his van,
and drives to the border,
to make sure no illegals are lurking.
Loving his country with deep passion,
my friend protects us,
with the guns he has stashed in. (his van.)
After his duty is fulfilled,
he spends the rest of his time,
all alone,
drinking gallons
of acetone.
Then in the big city
he streaks for hours,
with bags of broken glass,
that he likes to devour.
I totally agree,
my friend is insane,
and on his family,
his acts cause great pain.
Although,
he treats his slaves
with a lot of respect,
and he gives porridge to the
needy and other rejects.
He's better than me,
because I like to suffocate,
small injured birds.
And barge into restaurants,
to steal cheese curds.
But my friend is the best,
friend he can be,
as I described in this poem,
that you can see.
Unless you are blind or stupid,
or don't have anyone to read you this,
just know that my friend,
has your children in his shed,
and they'll sadly be missed.
Apr 23, 2016
Apr 23, 2016 at 4:23 PM UTC
Rhymes sweetly, but can me a
***** my finger won't I still bleed.
Times toughen, and kick me in my
As trees grow, life will reseed.
Walks manly, and scratches my
Ball's in your court, bounce my way.
Talks fanning flames, I don't give a
Dam for beavers, I shall not stray.
Words come faster, so call me a
******* looking for his father
Figure me out in your secret mind
**** get out, look for another.
Oct 15, 2010
Oct 15, 2010 at 2:49 PM UTC
little billy ****** he got bored one day
decided he would take a trip a weekend breakaway
he headed for the beach for some sand and sun
just to have a change and have lots of fun
he packed up his tent for his weekend home
then along the beach the ****** took a roam
****** saw a dolphin swimming in the sea
****** swam to join him for some company
they began to play together in the sea
both were very happy and so full of glee
dolphin had a ball and tossed with his nose
and the ****** caught it in between his toes
they were having fun as they played away
happy and content passing on the day
when the sun went down dolphin swam away
he waved goodbye to ****** and swam across the bay
****** he was happy and his heart content
then he fell fast asleep in his little tent.
Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 10:30 AM UTC
We're building a dam to hold everything in
acting like beavers, like talking's a sin
trying to hold back the pain and the strife
the catch? We have never seen beavers in life.
Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 4:17 PM UTC
Why the sudden alarm I ask?
Because you've eaten a horses ***
For years we've eaten all kinds of meat
Mixed with things you find in paint
A list of E numbers a sentence long
Who knew if they where doing wrong
Colouring from crushed beetles shells
Or other insects as well
Artificial raspberry sounds yum yum
Yeah it's made from beavers ***
So here's a tip to help you shop
Look under the bar code at numbers lots
This may stop you getting cross
If it starts with 5 sling it out !
Its Asian chicken bleached and vile
From roadside **** or any source
boiled in salt of course
So we now protest at a bit of horse
Years to late we've eaten worse.
On holiday you eat bulls *****
Your hotdogs could be his other smalls!
Sweetbreads eyeballs hooves the lot
So diced, reclaimed or added in
You've no idea what's gone in
Mad cow mad horse or confused pig
I wonder if I've eaten each
The veggie options just as bad
With GM foods Monsanto's bag
MSG enhancers to to stop the food from tasting goo
So wine or beer for me tonight
As foods now a depressing sight
Bacon butty anyone?
Feb 9, 2013
Feb 9, 2013 at 2:25 PM UTC
As I rounded the hill
Face to face with the still
That I'd only heard rumors spoke of
With no one around
I sat myself down
And proceeded to sample the stuff
As sweet as honeydew melon
Got my feet to a geling
Made me feel like I did in my youth
Sat with a dumb gaze for a while
Then got the biggest of smiles
When it came to me what I should do
So I went with my plan
And opened a stand
Right there on the mountain side
When word in the forest got out
I never had any doubt
That all of the critters would be stoping by
You should have seen them all guzzle
As the squirrels ordered doubles
Then proceeded to tell wild nutty lies
It was quite the fiasco
When they brought out the cowboy hats and lasso's
As the party went well into the night
They paid in nuts and berries
Which was fine by me
With them I made different flavors of shine
In flavors I made 32
So I wouldn't get sued
By Baskin-Robbins who has 31 at this time
From all the flavors I made
Boysenberry was the fav
The raccoons made up a dance called the boysenberry crawl
Which was a big hit
At the discotheque
The beavers built in the early fall
We made a deal
I would sell them my swill
For a little piece of the pie
We were all getting rich
I have to admit
It's quite the relationship, the beavers and I
Of course the beavers got greedy
You know how beavers are needy
Couldn't leave well enough alone
Figured they had the right
Who's going to pay for these lights
That make this the best disco in town
They started charging a cover
Which didn't go over
As well as they would have liked
Plus they doubled the price of the *****
Which left little food
On the woodland creatures tables at night
Things went from bad to worse
When they started to curse
Me, "The Man" for the troubles they had
I barely made it out alive
By the skin of my hide
When I packed and hit the road mighty fast
Things had been going so well
Before it all went to hell
And me and my still were forced to leave
Now still to this day
You know why I always say
That famous line, passed down in time
"Leave it to Beav"
Oct 26, 2013
Oct 26, 2013 at 10:51 AM UTC
The Frog and The Bee and the Mouse with the House lived together in peace and harmony on the River Louse.
One day the Mouse with the house did declare it was time that he moved out of there.
The Frog and The Bee did not agree and set about convincing the Mouse with the House that he needed to stay on the River Louse.
They sent out invitations to all around to attend tea at half past three.
The tea party was in honour of the Mouse with the house to be held on the banks of the River Louse and hosted by his dear friends The Frog and The Bee.
One by one each creature replied and the guest list rose quickly to Twenty Five.
The Frog and The Bee decided the tea would be civil indeed and The Frog made some scones and The Bee made some honey.
At half past one The Frog and The Bee set up some tables to lay out the tea.
At half past two the tables were laid with the scones from The Frog and The honey The Bee had made.
The scene did look grand, pots of tea and saucers of milk all laid on a tablecloth made of silk.
At half past three the guests started to arrive.
The first of the guests to arrive were The Elf with one ear and The Fly with one eye. The Mouse was delighted to see his friends, the ones who helped get Horse around the river bend.
Next came the Horse and his Master of course to thank the Mouse with the House on the River Louse for his friendship and help on the day that the Horse could not get around the river bend and the Mouse with the House, The Elf with one ear, The Fly with one eye, The Frog and The Bee all pulled together and worked merrily to assist the Horse round the river course.
One by one others did attend, there was a duck who lost his cluck but the Mouse with the House helped him every day until he could at last say "cluck cluck"
Next came a ****** who had forgotten how to weave but the Mouse with the House lay out the sticks until the Beavers memory began to tick and the ****** remembered how to weave.
Then came a beautiful Butterfly with bright red wings. She told the Frog and The Bee that one day the Mouse had found her crying and sighing her wings had faded and she did not look grand a thing of beauty. The Mouse ran back to his House and in his shed found a can that had Paint in Red on the side. He took a brush and painted her wings and now the Butterfly all shiny and bright flapped her wings with all her might.
Last but not least the Mayor arrived with his glorious wife by his side.
Mayor and Mayoress Swan did agree that the Mouse with the House should not leave his friends of The River Louse and they would indeed miss him dearly if he relocated his house.
The Mouse smiled embarrassingly and said "I am sorry he did declare, there's been a mix up, when I said" I must get out of there" it was only to the shops I intended to go but The Frog and The Bee moved too fast or I moved to slow"
The Frog and The Bee and all the guests were all delighted with the news and brought in some music supplied by "Five in a Pen" which of course were all mother Hens and they danced all night until the Moon went in and the Sun came out.
Then the Frog and The Bee said to their friend the Mouse "let's do this again next year, and Mouse can bake cake for the tea, our friends can attend and we'll dance all night to Five in a Pen and we'll eat scones and honey and cake too and we'll do this in honour of all our friends and those who live and work on the River bend"
THE END
Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 5:08 AM UTC
The hidden is more than the seen
The seen is more than the observed
The observed is more than the understood
Is it not for poetry to truss 'n bridge
The wattle until better beavers
Make a channeled floody duddy of it?
Jan 5, 2012
Jan 5, 2012 at 1:27 AM UTC
Waters waltz land dancing,
Dragon flies flutter a buzz,
Cat-o'-nines torching tales,
Where beavers are logging
Time with fresh water fish
Who breach as they mouth,
Fly catching in a casted sea,
Mossy and bogged with peat,
And the colours, mottled, fey,
Brindled, brim, know they say,
There are lessons, hear stillness,
Punctuations in the spry singings
Of the never tardy larks, windrous
Riddles ripe rushing through reeds.
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 8:22 PM UTC
little bille ****** he just long to be
a captain of a ship sailing on the sea
he gathered up some wood and built himself a boat
then into the water and set himself afloat.
he headed out to sea adventure bound was he
the captain of his boat liked he longed to be
suddenly a dolphin jumped in to the air
****** he was startled gave him quite scare.
dolphin said hello sorry for the scare
didnt mean to frighten you didnt see you there
can i be your friend said dolphin and come along with you
of they went together in the sea of blue.
after quite some the weather made a change
started getting rough acting very strange
then the winds were howling waves were very high
it began to thunder with lightening in the sky.
then a great big wave over turned the boat
****** he was trapped and couldnt get afloat
dont worry said the dolphin just hang on to me
hang on to my tale and i will set you free.
dolphin pulled and pulled and freed his little friend
****** thought his journey was about to end
then the storm subsided it was calm once more
they pulled the little boat safely to the shore.
they rebuilt the boat and set sail once more
now the boat could sail again like it did before
now they both were happy and safely back a sea
friends for evermore both of them would be.
Feb 10, 2017
Feb 10, 2017 at 5:56 PM UTC
Underneath the starry sky of a forest clearing
I try to sleep by shutting my eyes tightly
But in the deep dark my heart beats
With terrified thoughts of
Snarling grizzlies
Gnawing beavers
Enraged deer
Buzzing insects
My restless night
Can’t end soon enough
Feb 26, 2012
Feb 26, 2012 at 11:13 AM UTC
there was a little ****** he just love to build
building up his dams he was really thrilled
collecting lots of logs so he could build his dome
filled with lots of tunnels this was the beavers home
gnawing down the trees with his teeth so strong
building up his dam very wide and long.
he would build all day till building was complete
then collect some food things he liked to eat
when his day was done he would rest and then
have a little sleep then back to work again.
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 10:03 AM UTC
I remember the day I called a depression hotline while I cried inside my closet. I did not fit completely,but I felt hidden away from the rest of the world. I just needed a wall to protect me. I could barely speak because the tears just fled out more. I had built a dam around my mind and didn’t release certain thoughts. I bottled it all up but the beavers got tired of swimming in ***** water, so day by day they chipped away the wood until everything was collapsing and I came crumbling down with the water. Now I spend my days trying to rebuild it and block the rush of the stream - fighting back the tears, thoughts, and any negativity that wants to escape. I let it all bite at me - but not consume me. It’s funny because it made me realize that monsters do live in closets, but I live in my own.
Nov 6, 2015
Nov 6, 2015 at 8:31 PM UTC
Your love is
White cotton
White
Pages
&
Ethno
Paganini
****** ink
Delayed
Day after Night
Night after Might
Notes Scribble
Notes Scrabble
Endlessly
As my heart
yearns for you
As
Automaton
Of Adriatic Zephyrs
Blow my dreams
Toward
Destined direction
Future Journeys
Rock boats
Bouncing
Soles
Are
All
Souls
Aboard
The Canues
The Cocoons
Of your sweetest heart
And you know what !?!
You proud male~sweetest man !
I would say to you :
Oh ~baby !
Let's mount that train !
Let us Play Again !
Along the strange cocoa Coasts . . .
You can catch me there ~
Dreaming of your
Dreamy
Affection
_ _ _ _
Nature
Beautifies Everything !
Your
Life is packed
With pickels
&
Charming
Postcards
Glued on your
Baggage Honey Bears
&
Beavers
And Native Horses
Are not Badgers
&
Empty beaches
Are not what they seem !
She said
Darling !
You said
She said !
Love us !
And she
Is
Sheer
Eloquent
Beauty
A
Ga~seele
And You ~
Handsome Mind
Al-Ghazālī
At Might
Sombre butterfly
In this Night
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 4:29 PM UTC
Beavers trolley snow for built dams.
Cleverness in their small minds,
Everyone has a place in the workshop,
Where wood is transferred as paper binds.
Keep on ice fishing
Until the sunsets winter red
And turns to twilight blue.
Snowmen sled nocturnal nights instead.
Owls give a hoot for the racket
Outside a gleam to keep on building,
Keep on building snowmen until frost covers wool jackets...
Keep on building snowmen until you know the beavers finished the dams...
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 7:29 PM UTC
there was a little ****** he just love to build
building up his dams he was really thrilled
collecting lots of logs so he could build his dome
filled with lots of tunnels this was the beavers home
gnawing down the trees would his teeth so strong
building up his dam very wide and long
he would build all day till building was complete
then collect some food things he liked to eat
when his day was done he would rest and then
have a little sleep then back to work again
Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 12:19 PM UTC
When we last saw Noah,
He was about to embark
On a long, stormy journey
Aboard his mighty ark.
For forty days and nights
The heavens constantly drained
Their waters upon the earth,
For it rained and rained and rained--
Covering the towering Mt. Everest,
And the great Kilimanjaro.
Noah exclaimed, "It's raining
Like there's no tomorrow!"
Ham and Shem said, "Dad,
With our small, measly crew,
Feeding one million species
Is kind of hard to do."
Noah pointed outside
And looked at his sons and said,
"I suppose instead of in HERE,
You'd rather be out there--dead!"
That shut up the boys
Who attended to their tasks,
Saying, "We're feeding the lions
In case anyone asks."
Shem whispered to Ham,
"I like that lion, but she
Is always licking her chops
Whenever SHE sees ME!"
Ham said, "That kangaroo,
Who looks so calm and mellow,
Has a nasty kick.
He's not a very nice fellow."
After many days,
The waters receded; then Yay!
They were back on dry land;
All could go their own way.
The Bengal tigers went east;
The penguins headed south;
The skunks and beavers went west--
According to word of mouth.
Noah grabbed an animal
For a sacrifice quick and succinct,
And turned to his sons saying, "Oops!
I JUST made one species extinct."
Ham, Shem, and Japheth,
Had little time for mirth,
For now it was up to them
To repopulate the earth.
Growing grapes for wine
To Noah was time well spent,
Until he got drunk and naked--
All sprawled out in his tent.
Walking in on his father,
Ham saw a sight not so splendid
And ended up with a *** deal--
(Silly pun intended)--
For Noah cursed poor Ham
For having walked in on him.
So what if a guy saw him naked;
Hadn't he been to a gym?
Actually, the curse
Was more on Canaan, Ham's son.
How had poor Canaan managed
To be the guilty one?
I guess that's the nature of curses;
They don't always make much sense.
There also wasn't a lawyer
To come to Canaan's defense.
To live to be 950
Requires a very strong ticker.
But Noah had a weakness:
Trouble holding his liquor.
- by Bob B
*Sequel to "Noah's Dilemma"
Oct 15, 2016
Oct 15, 2016 at 3:02 PM UTC
it's called the Mt. Everest of cuisine
without food critics...
- so i gather the chinese are not
too keen on deserts, esp. chocolate?
that fake aphrodisiac of feminism's
excuses of eager beavers in early
age trying to find a dumb schmuck
later on in life and making him
docile, effectively curbing his
****** appetite, translated as
domestic violence after they went to *** parties
with rich boy sons of billionaires?
- well the chinese do like sweet & sour
and sweet & salty cuisine.
- indeed... quiet the deviation.
- and if it ain't sweet & sour or sweet & salty...
- compared with indian cuisine, it's quiet bland.
yes, today got cooking orange chicken,
what a playful, but a mysterious glutton dish...
the marinate was not like the marinate
i'm used to, it was so diluted...
orange juice, caster sugar, soya sauce,
malt vinegar, orange zest,
ginger and garlic paste,
finely grated onion - a bit of chicken,
half the marinate content soaking up
the chicken refrigerated for 1/2 an hour,
the rest heated to a boil, cornflour added
to thicken in...
then the marinated chicken taken
out of the marinate, dipped in egg
then cornflour and fried (mini schnitzels
of the east), in three batches...
then coated in the remaining marinate
of prior heated with cornflower,
a custard too thick that orange juice had to be
added, then evaporated so the essence
got soaked up... mm... a playful, but a mysterious
glutton dish... yummy.
Apr 1, 2016
Apr 1, 2016 at 9:44 PM UTC
there was a little ****** he just love to build
building up his dams he was really thrilled
collecting lots of logs so he could build his dome
filled with lots of tunnels this was the beavers home.
gnawing down the trees with his teeth so strong
building up his dam very wide and long
he would build all day till building was complete
then collect some food things he liked to eat;
when his day was done he would rest and then
have a little sleep then back to work again.
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 11:59 AM UTC
Lady bugs dancing in the breeze .. Red , yellow leaves shuffle beneath tall trees ..
Gray squirrel singing high above , wary crows bathing in the pond..
Wild turkey's running for cover , mourning dove's dine on cornfield leftovers ..
Orpington hen announcing her newest delivery , busy beavers chipping on Sweetgum and Hickory ...
Farm boys in the hayfield , sipping on hard cider , Grandpa on the tractor , chewing Red Man tobacco ..
Granny's making dumplings , a stewing hen in the kettle , cows are coming home from the riverside meadows ..
Four leaf clover and dewberries , brown cane at the end of the dale .. A ladle full of cool water from Uncle John's well ...
Nov 28, 2015
Nov 28, 2015 at 2:12 PM UTC
It was extra cold this winter,
continuous ice floes
danced on top of the swirling rapids
near Munson's Creek.
As the stars disappeared,
the sun cracked
the eastern horizon,
I had been out all night
setting the extra traps.
My camp was set earlier this year,
near the largest dam of the
big-toothed water-creatures,
I hoped to trap
me some bigger beavers
this time around.
The pelt harvest was quite significant
in last year’s haul, but now
the boys down at Johnson’s Mercantile
had placed an order for twenty-five more.
I planned to make my quota
before the spring thaw.
I was getting lonelier than hell
in this frozen wasteland.
I really missed my darling Mae,
if she only knew how blue I was.
My dog was getting homesick too.
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 12:29 PM UTC
your poetry is the
timid surgeon's
blade
your brainwashed disfigured filth
posing as poetry, glitter sprinkled
over horse ****
parasitic eager beavers
rattling off hollow sanitary words
from suburban armchairs
when you speak of passion...
I want the ivory joy
of licking teeth in black
cold nights of February
grabbing fistfuls of flesh
and desire
not your stiff ******** advertisement,
marketing zombie climaxes and red roses
of compulsion
when you speak of loss...
I want the acrid smell of burnt
hair, a scene of cinder and ashes,
a house of dreams smoked
by the arsons of addiction
and stupidity
not your camouflaged metaphors
of two dollar sunrises and legislated
loneliness, echoing off the empty walls
of narcissism
when you speak of hate...
I want cold bacon grease and blood
stuck to my tongue and dripping from
my mouth, to become a carnivore of ******
and liberated violence
not your confused assault
of cheap mouthwashed words
spat in basins of shallow
************
ah, **** it,
write what you will
but give more
poetry should
Dec 27, 2018
Dec 27, 2018 at 2:42 PM UTC
Monsters make marvelous pets
and friends
and gods
don't need to be scaley
just powerful
enough to crush bone or spirit
enough to spit logic into the wind
splat in faces
take up spaces
non-believers, over-acheivers
angry beavers
all the same really
made of carbon and hope
floating through the time line
expanding and contracting with the seasons of the universe
be the bee
the ruins on mountains moved with seismic surges
survived storms
bend in the breeze
scream obscenities
loader than sound
faster than sight
perception deception
cartoonish ********
and that is how
the world is made.
Jun 11, 2012
Jun 11, 2012 at 8:22 PM UTC