Best Flakey Poems
The Poetic Mastermind of these times,
Penetrating with organically written rhymes,
Before you now, I’ve already won,
Speaking in fluent poetic tongues,
To all the puppets blindly strung,
Classic lyrical plots, stung by the gunshots on some drastic target practice,
From the abyss spilling Illmatic proof within hidden truths,
Clues dance, forbidden tests laying to rest dogmatic tactical rants,
Advanced pen stance, envisioning success, placing my mindset to this page,
Space aged minted constructs roll off the tip of my writing instrument,
Statements guaranteed to exceed all expectations, in control,
Hard to decipher like the Dead Sea scrolls, outta control you fall,
Falling to the depths of ignorance, so pack your bags, we don’t have the same interests,
The angel’s choice, vigorous, that’s our difference, the all-knowing voice, rejoice!
You need a hand to wake up, your stakes are flakey, keep reading the icing on the cake,
Shaping my art, start to finish without blemish,
So you better believe this, most poets can't achieve this,
I’ll be putting them into mental fits so they quit,
With wit and honesty, my number one policy is quality,
You’re glancing over my philosophy,
Claiming you need prophecy so I strike with high velocity,
Misunderstood and Hoodwinked by theology,
Unaware of your path,
Starved by the psychopaths cultivating your minds aftermath.
Quincy Mac
Date Written: 8.5.2016
Categories:
flakey, allegory, art, future, rap,
Form:
Free verse
Snow
White, flakey
Falling, freezing, sticking
Covering the ground, quenching my thirst
Running, flowing, splashing
Clear, cold,
Water
Categories:
flakey, snow,
Form:
Diamante
I love your acsent' it makes me want to kiss you!
16 fillet catfish/ or seabass
1/4 cup of McCormick seasoning
2 Tablespoons of garlic powder
2 Tablespoons of onion powder
3 tablespoons of cayenne pepper
mix well and set aside
1/2 cup of olive oil
1/2 melted butter
1/4 cup lime juice
coat both sides of each fillet with oil and butter
sprinkle seasoning atop
bake in a 350 degree oven until fish are flakey and done
8 cups of cooked cous cous( soaked in 1 cup of buttermilk)
3 cups of goats cheese
2 cups of heavy cream
2 cups of béchamel sauce
1/2 melted butter
1/2 cup of fresh chives
5 tablespoons of crushed garlic
2 cup of oven roasted turkey bacon ( cook into bits)
1/3 cup of diced fine green peppers (sautéed)
1/3 cup of crushed sun dried tomatoes
12/3 saute'd onion
1 & 1/2 cup of white cheddar
2 tablespoons of red pepper flakes
combine ingredients and bake for 25 minutes
slice fillets from a leg of lamb
about twenty slices
salt and pepper
grill (medium rare)
in a pan combine
1/3 cup of beef broth
1 cup of pomegranate juice
1/4 cup of honey
1/4 cup of lime juice
5 tablespoons of chopped rosemary
3 tablespoons of cayenne pepper
1/3 cup of sweet red wine
1 cup of unsalted pistachios
reduce sauce about half
add lamb and serve
FOR DESSERT
5 CUPS OF BROWNIE MIXED ( MIXED USING BOX RECIPE)
4 CUPS OF ANGEL FOOD ( USING BOX RECIPE)
24 DOLLOPS OF CREAM CHEESE
IN A GREASED NON-STICK MUFFIN PAN, SPOON IN TWO TABLE SPOONS OF BROWNIE MIX
AND LAYER IT WITH THE ANGEL FOOD MIX, (ABOUT 2 TABLESPOONS)
HALFWAY FULL ADD CREAM CHEESE
COVER WITH BROWNIE AND ANGEL FOOD MIX
BAKE UNTIL DONE, USING A TOOTH PICK TO CHECK
COOL MUFFINS, TOP WITH FAVORITE FROSTING AND SERVE
IN
WE BASSOON'D THE FOOD WAS DONE: SO WE ATE IT!
WE DRUMMED AND OBO'D THRU THE NIGHT
ASSUMING WE WOODWIND: WE DID!
WE DID !
Categories:
flakey, food, music,
Form:
Ballade
The Art Of Wondering
Another wonderful discovery. I had it all the time. But I didn’t know it was mine. Maybe
it slipped my mind. You can do it for a moment or for a day.
Doing it to long, can cause harm. I discovered it when I was young. Sometimes I think
it’s dumb.
Wondering can be Wonderful. But one must certainly be mindful, when enough
wondering is truly enough.
Now that I am older, I use caution. I realize to much, could cause one to be mentally
flakey, stagnated and hallucinated. In other words, no action when there was action?
I guess you are wondering, what in the world am I wondering about? Really? Stop
wondering about it. I have… Have a Wonderful Day…
Dr. "G"
Categories:
flakey, faith, funny, hope, life,
Form:
Anyone can make it flow if they go,
Diddy didn’t did he though,
Did diddy do that did he
and did Diddy go pro,
Diddy didn’t no
he didn’t steal the show
just showed skills below
par bellowing out no go no no all slow
he’s no pro bro skills don’t grow.
I’m up here and you’re down low,
you say that you’re an MC,
I think you’re an EMPTY,
don’t agitate or tempt me
to vent at present with plenty to be appreciated,
you’ll be slated,
I give it whole while you rhyme grated,
misplaced and flakey,
you’re just a fake G,
mistaking where your place be,
face don’t phase me,
beat you when I’m lazy,
now move away before I get crazy.
Categories:
flakey, rap,
Form:
Rhyme
Think of strawberries oozing with chocolate
cake just with flakey chocolatey crumbs just to make the icing nicer.
What bout ice cream made to entice ya,
Imagine a cookie made out of marshmallows and chocolate and ice cream
It would all be like living a dream!
Say you see a person licking the frothy bit of your milkshake
or licking the crumbs of your chocolate cake.
Even if i get a doubt
i still need to eat a brussel sprout!
Categories:
flakey, food, children, kids, fun,
Form:
Who’s in the dog house, someone has been flakey
The someone who lost the unfortunate Jakey
Thank heavens for Girls and the Book of the Face
And the people of town who live down Mayenne Place
For needles in haystacks are easy to spot
Compared to the dog who was there, and was not
The tale of his loss was inherently spurious
The dog in the night time; an incident curious
They shouted, they whistled, they got out their torches
Searched the canal and the shadows in porches
Where was the Jakey dog? No one could tell
Till somebody heard a desperate yell
“He’s here” someone said, “he’s been here all night”
Oh dear, someone will be in the dog house tonight
Result; one happy girl and a tail wagging hound
And ‘The dog which was lost’ now ‘The dog which was found’
by Gail
Categories:
flakey, community, dog, internet, lost,
Form:
Rhyme
Grandma is as proud as she can be!
Her Eddie~growing tall as his backyard tree.
He dons his classic St. Mary’s uniform.
Not wearing a freaky shirt with a unicorn!
Chemistry, world history and religion, too.
He is not learning trash from a WOKE school!
A multi-cultural school, he does attend!
To honor God, no flakey, government nonsense, on their knees to bend.
You are the sex you were born, twas God’s intention.
WOKE nonsense here, no, sorry, given no attention!
Nana sings and shouts:Alleluia!!
No CRT to ruin you!
Hurrah to his parents, to see he is learning in a safe, sane place.
He is a scholar, baseball player and to his family, no disgrace.
Only fifteen and grand six feet tall!
And be careful on the field, of his curve ball!
To me he is the future of this country, that is now confused and lost.
He has vision, principles that will make America great again, no matter
the cost!
You amazing boy, studying the Bible each day, I know with children like
you,
America will be safe, not become another lost Communist zoo!
Love you, Nana ***
8/9/2022
~2~
Categories:
flakey, christian, grandson, high school,
Form:
Rhyme
Warm buttery flakey croissants with almond filling,
Homemade sugar-laden donuts, hot out of the frying vat,
German chocolate cake with loads of scrumptious sweet coconut,
Sweetened graham cracker crust key lime pie with a sprig garnish,
Peanut butter cookies, oozing with chocolate morsels,
Grandma’s sugar mints, in pinks and greens, pretty enough for a wedding,
Delicious apple cobbler, crisscrossed with cinnamon and sugar crust,
I salivate my feelings toward these favorite foods.
You may keep your vegetables and your fruits, your seafood and your chicken.
The only vegetable I want is mashed potatoes, and please do not ruin it with garlic.
Instead, stir it into a giant vat of butter, so much you have to re-heat it.
Your beef can wander down by the barn and sit on a stump for all I care.
Unless I am in the mood to make my famous meatloaf with the diabetic-coma-brown-sugar topping.
It will knock me out in seconds, and I am re-thinking the vegetables.
I would like a big cob of Iowa sweet corn that has been bathing in butter for a week.
With so much salt and pepper, most people would turn their noses up.
I am a food connoisseur; can you tell?
Categories:
flakey, food,
Form:
Free verse
A flounder is a flat fish, found in tidal waters
Laying on the bottom, partially covered with sand
“Floundering”, is a nighttime sport on the Texas coast
You slowly wade through tidal flats, with a gig in hand
A helper carries a Coleman lantern, held on high
You both keep scanning the bottom for a tail-tell sign
If you spy the flounder’s head with those two eyes on top
Gig him and get him on to shore quick and don’t waste time
There’s another creature that covers-up in the sand
You must always be alert and on the watch for him
A sting ray has a serrated barb in its whip tail
A bad encounter with this creature can turn out grim
Don’t take steps when you wade, just slide your feet in the sand
Should you bump a sting ray, hopefully he’ll swim away
But if you’re taking steps and you step on top of one
Then you’re in real trouble and there will be hell to pay
The flounder is excellent fair; meat white and flakey
They can be cooked many ways: baked, fried or on the grill
Although you can catch them by fishing with hook and bait
Wading at night and gigging one, is a bigger thrill
Categories:
flakey, adventure, nature,
Form:
Quatrain
I implode into myself and
immediately begin regenerating.
Someone throws a box on me.
I spark up, mad.
I am jumping, popping, orange and black mad now.
I almost get her face.
I am in a new dimension of self, my angry mode.
Smacking, packling, mackling mad.
I turn the box flakey, gray, and watch
satisfied when I decimate it completely
and it falls into my bowels.
A human dumps dried oak leaves over my head.
I like oak leaves; they are fun.
I move rapidly, my gray clouds rise
floating dangerously toward them.
Someone pops a chair over me.
I take my time with it,
chairs are slow to start.
But when they do,
it's so much fun
to destroy.
Categories:
flakey, 5th grade, 6th grade,
Form:
Personification
Whisper Quiet Blanket
All Surroundings are Crystal White,
Soft, Beautiful, Silence,
Nestled in Flakey Fall from Sky's Height,
Each Patterned *Asterisk* by Science Is,
Unique, A "Nes", Not Man's Hand in Sleight,
G-d Granting A World of Quiescence,
Interlude from the Usual Freight,
Calling for Wonder of Nature's Essence,
Our Vulnerability & Fate We Appreciate,
Munchkins Roll Balls into Snowmens,
That We Can Humbly Emulate,
Accept A Loss of Control, Our Fences & Pens,
Before It's Too Late, See We're Inadequate!
Reflect: We're Not Roosters but Hens ...
********
Note: Nes is Hebrew for Miracle
Categories:
flakey, beauty, blessing, cheer up,
Form:
Rhyme
A twirl in a whirl or a curl is neither a six foot pie or a girl. Spinning wire into gold is not wise. And dancing is best performed to giant octaves. Tissue boxed coverage can be very flakey. Flammable even. So don't blow noses in a bush measuring over an acre. Oh look out. Ten inch forks are wobbling over there. Discussing no blade in a shaded glen. Sweating in a pyjama top in a blacked out car on a moonlit drive. How quite romantic. When dancing with a twig do not attempt star jumps for you might fall over and this would make the thistle bush laugh. Radius of radishes are always hidden in the clouds. A sure beacon for a golden god. Lavish lollipops licking lakes. And the might of the cast iron toothbrush is often resembling a small pin. Paint that then smile. Haha and haha then no hahaha but a haha. Pontifical power points playing pleasing piano. Xxxxx montages mooing. Xxxxx adudicational z with a huge p y q. Z
Categories:
flakey, basketball, betrayal,
Form:
Something New
I would like to buy a brand new shirt
So I can attract that silly mini-skirt
I’m tired of being a funny flakey flirt
Even knowing I’m an all-out introvert
I would like to buy brand new shoes
With rolled up sleeves and new tattoos
But Social media, the newest schmooze
Hash tagging with a bunch of yahoos
I would like to buy a brand new suit
To look presentably proper and astute
Digital images deceiving don’t compute
Drawn to enter a new house of ill repute
I would like to buy a brand new classy car
Driving around town smoking a new cigar
Driving top speed not getting much too far
Then again it may be time for a new Bar
I would like to buy a brand new Super Soul
The one I ware may have a new holy hole
Being careful not to end up in the South Pole
As I sit here sipping from my new Soup Bowl.
Oct.11.2018
Trying Something New
Sponsored by: Nina Parmenter
N/A for contest
Categories:
flakey, courage, dedication, motivation,
Form:
Rhyme
when timely, her karma caramelizes
again my wanting muse appears
lovely texts brown to terse chastises
to say her allotment is in arrears
recipe read, were ingredients omitted
so the pie comes out tastelessly hard
measures all measured, fruits are pitted
crust past flakey to a coffee charred
better type for your life buddy
this lovely dessert so inopportune
turns eyes to looking damply ruddy
time you start howlin' at the moon
turn down the heat, get baking soda
final notes played, song's closing coda
© Goode Guy 2011-06-15
turn oven on high, bake until dry, dispose of
Categories:
flakey, food, lost love
Form:
Sonnet