Best Flam Poems
What, Where, Who
If I where asked the what, where, who
That drives me to write poetry
I’d say that if I only knew
I’d leave right now this misery
But I’m afraid I’m not the sort
To answer in straight fashion
I have to offer my retort
With words of heartfelt passion
For just the other day I found
Encounter gave me food for thought
Soon the words they were outbound
Jumbled as they rushed and fought
Though ne’er the less inspired me
To battle on my way
Look toward the end and see
Which words I could display
Confess do I quite openly
That I am ignorant
Of poetry’s technology
Coz grasp it I just can’t
I wouldn’t know a what’s it called
From a what’s its name
In my mind won’t stay installed
Confusion is its game
But I somehow, find I can
Muddle through at best
Organise a crafty plan
And set my brain the test
For out there I see loneliness
Suffering and pain
A world in turmoil and distress
That cannot stake its claim
I look for every trait in man
Into the soul I stare
At his betrayal and flim-flam
Also the ladies fair
Dear love will always be there
And so will Demon war
And my thoughts on these I’ll share
Of that you can be sure
Laughter I would hope to bring
Sadness sometimes to the fore
Of natures forces I will sing
The list goes on galore
Yes I will write throughout the night
With hope to de-confuse
I’ll try to offer some insight
By giving up my muse
So now you know the what and where
But what about the who
Inspiring people are out there
Who knows - it could - be you
And what about that misery
I spoke of up above
Well, I gave that up for music
Of the poetrysoupers love x
I'm tired of fishing for truth,
and catching only,
Worm eaten boots
And plastic flim-flam,
of egotistical minds,
This river is polluted!
With a million fallen dreams,
And spineless fish,
That cannot see,
So I raise a glass
To the strangers.
To the outsiders.
Who swim in isolation.
In deeper darker waters.
My friends have already revealed that I'm in loved with you
That's why I don't know what to do nor to say.
And so am I confounded as to how should I evade this ballyhoo
With no regret when I wake up early in the day.
It seems to me that you are yet unaffected
By the reverberations whispering in your ears?...
But if you'll only knock the portal of my heart unwavered
You'll discover that my heart for you wait and sears.
Others say... I am not perfect for you.
Others say... I am not the man you're looking for.
They may be right for making such comments like these
Comments, however, are not always impeccable and therefore, subject to error.
I may be a fool to love someone who cares not for me.
I may be a fool to choose someone who's not probably meant for me.
God knows how much I love you why don't you look back and see?
For the shadow of a man with sincerity and urgent plea!...
I wish to end this flim-flam jive
Because I don't think the concerned is blind
Why don't you show me the feelings that you hide
And make thine eyes sparkle again with pride!
The Electoral College
By Franklin Price
9/17/2017
The Electoral College is outdated they say
Should never have been, and is not for today
They say that the people are not having their way
That the College votes wrong, for the right kind of pay
Do those people who say that, understand why it's there?
Do they know what would happen, or do they even care?
Is the majority vote, always something that's fair?
Keep your mind open, as you read this, I dare.
We are a republic, not a democracy
Government is by the people in this land of the free
But there are fifty states, in this country you see
All have an interest, not only just three
Each state independent and each has its rights
If you think that's not true, think of Civil War fights
The people, of all states, must each have a say
If the College was gone that would not be the way.
The Federal based government does not give a damn
About ones in Alaska, might as well be Siam
Not enough people to get their flim flam
Or add to their power and get them more ham
We're in need of less power in that Washington place
Each state should have rights, and their spot in the race
Isn't it time for less egg on our face?
To govern this country with style and with grace
To do away with the College would make matters worse
Larger states would have deeper hands in our purse
More budget to them would cause small states to curse
Already pay taxes that are not reimbursed
You can see less have more in this land of the rich
They need not pay taxes, trickle down is their pitch
Taxes come from the middle and there life's a *****
If the college was gone, it would add to the glitch
The College should stay, if we really care
For each of the states and the residents there
If we really are interested and want to be fair
Make the Feds less controlling of the laws in their lair
February 29, 2016
Written by Gail DeBole
A man born into a world of scams
Had a father adept at flim-flam.
He lived by what he was taught
Until the day he was caught
By police who out-flimflammed his scam.
Flim-Flam dances to the beat of a drugged out drummer
Her moves are suggestive and sometimes vulgar
Her hands are soiled and damp holding onto the grimy pole
She’s topless and her dancing is like a listless puppet performing a role
She has a striking body and her hair is curly and luxuriant
It makes patrons’ thoughts lean towards prurience
As the evening lumbers on, Flim-Flam’s dancing slows to a crawl
She’s tired, hungry and wants to curl up and bawl
A huge man approaches the stage sneering at her with tight dark eyes
He’s obese, sweaty, dirty, and wears an obscene leather tie
Flim-Flam looks down and backs up in mortal fear
It’s her stepfather; he’s found her; he staggers as he leers
He hollers. “Got ya, Gal, you gonna be sorry you ran away – you hear?”
He grabs at Flim-Flam, but a bouncer steps in with a bone-crushing slam
Her stepfather pulls a hunting knife bellowing and slashing
But the bouncer is bigger, fitter, and not afraid of grabbing
Crazed bullies, liquored, riled up and flailing
The bouncer drops the stepfather to marry the floor
Disarms him, pins him while hollering, “Flim-Flam, get out the back door”
Slamming into the bouncer’s 4x4, Flim-Flam hunkers down weeping
She hears sirens, people shouting, cursing, tires screeching
She hears the Miranda given just before she slides into oblivion
A gentle hand shakes her awake, it’s the bouncer, his name is Jake
Her new husband smiles with kindness, his love shining forth
“We’re going north to the farm where I was born and want to live my life
With you by my side, not “Flim’Flam”, but Grace Marshall, my wife
He holds her close whispering, kissing, reassuring
“Va-Va-Voom” disappears; a happy ending, a promising beginning.
Oh, I am so sick and tired of Trash.....
And of all this Garbage,What more do you ask?
All this Flim, Flam,Fussings...and Crap........
Somebody get A Hot Torch, And BOOM! FLASH!
********...I Gotta Deal with Everyday......
Get Back to The Dung Heap..........Where Trash Should Stay..........
I was Raised Much Better Than This.............
But,All I Put Up with Is Jiggaboo-Ghetto-********!
Thank You GOD,FOR SAVING MY LIFE............
Back In September....'72,By "A REAL GOOD MAN......AND HIS SAINTLY WIFE!
PRAISE THE LORD,FOR HAVING ME RAISED RIGHT......
AND NOT LIKE "THE TRASH AND CRAP.....'ALWAYS LOOKING FOR A FIGHT.....'"
Thank Heaven,for Raising Up "This Poor Little Girl....."
Far Away from "UNSPEAKABLE ABUSE....'TO FACING THE REAL WORLD'"!
"A WARRIOR WOMAN...'IS WHAT I TRULY BE..'"
NOBODY EVEN TRY TO MESS WITH ME..........!
Like "BOADICEA~BOUDICCA..'of OLD ANCIENT BRITAIN...TRIBE ICENI'"!
TAKE NO PRISONERS.....UP TO NO GOOD.......
PILLAGE THE VILLAGE....BURN DOWN THE NEIGHBORHOOD.....!
REPRESENT "BIG MOMMA....JUST LIKE SHE'S 'THE QUEEN'......"
BODIES HIT THE PAVEMENT, Y'ALL KNOW WHAT I MEAN!
HELL HATH NO FURY.....WHEN I'M MAD..........
THAT'S WHAT I DO,WHEN I TAKE OUT "THE TRASH"!
REPRESENT "THE QUEEN....'JUST LIKE SHE'S YOUR MOMMA'"....
AND ALWAYS REPRESENT "YOUR BROTHERS....'LIKE HE'S PRESIDENT OBAMA'"!
BECAUSE, I DON'T ********....
LIKE IN 300 SPARTANS...PUSH THE BIG ELEPHANTS OVER THE CLIFF!
Walk with me through a world of beauty
A gift from God
Walk with me where the Vikings once roamed
Through the magnificence of her mountains
Into the fjords near Bodo
Feel the briskness in the air of Andoya
Trondheim has a beauty all its own
Checkpoint Charlie is still the place to be
On a Saturday night in Stavanger
You can even pass through Hell
Going to the fly station in Vaernes
Lofoten Islands echo the sheer beauty of the land
Feel the welcome warmth of the people of Oslo
At one with nature, ride the Flam Railway
A country of lakes, mountains and Stave churches
A beauty surpassed only by that of her people
Memories carry me back to this land of enchantment
Troll can only make me smile because
I've had a glimpse of heaven.
The Real Housewives
Sorry
Reality T.V Housewives
What's that all about
Happy Wife
Happy life
Jesus Christ
Thank God for Nannies
And Cleaner's
And Make up Artist's
Imagine any of these
Without the 3 R's to fall back upon
Rich's
Rrendering
Rhinoplastey
And a cheating Husband
All of the diamonds and all the plastic surgeons
Can't polish a turd
Even if it's covered in gold
Mutton dressed as lamb
Doesn't make a housewife
Real housewives are loved not built
Are Mother's
Not Reality Consumerist martyrs
Dressed in overpriced garters
With fake teeth
Fake smile's
Fake Boobs
And even faker marriages
With bleached and trimmed undercarriages
Slam
Sham
Film flam
Acting like there **** don't stink
Because they are so full of botox
They can't even blink
Can only be watched with the aid of a stiff drink
The mind boggles
How low can we go
Watch the show
(sung – in a round pussy willow warble - to the tune of --
Oh Where Oh Where has my little dog gone)
With a flam boy hunt deft jais nais sais quois
firm lickey split tongue
and two bell yule yar pissant
little nappy ruck berry filled up paul ling sacks
viz peppy la pew doth not peter out,
and weathers clawed rained swipes
from hello kitty when faux pas gets swung
assisting climbing Jacob's ladder
(without pussy footing,
orb bing a putz like the president)
advancing quick to attain orgasmic rung
while heading into a slippery sloping sluice
(with prickly endeavor emitting cleat trill
smooth sailing along a ****
re coarse upon phallic shaped pung
crossing la brea tar pits (peppered
with lai bee ha tricky bridge over the River Kwai)
comprising ideal place de la resistance
to woo tang clan foreign nee Kate,
where two puckered rill lee fleshy ruffling rills
tinged pinkish lips overhung
a challenging escarpment,
where many a brave Tom, Harry or Dick get hung
up, particularly while searching for fabled “G” spot,
cuz portcullis hamstrung
even the most fiercely determined
Engleburt Hump per dink
necessitating the moist risky ski maneuver
as most studs know tubby gelandesprung
though booby prize wool worth any slimy setbacks,
where sticky gook gets flung
from angry cat,
who does not in the least find amusing,
and if further pricked with rage
not averse to hurl dung
gar (with) ease at snaky,
retractable hardened beastie boy twill clung
for dear life and limb (er, or twig and berries),
while applying crampons (bivouaced
within his maxipad), viz bung
gull low, essentially a ball peen size cove
hammered out by Dashiell Hammitt, where coiled,
kinked follicles strewn tightly inlet among
pheromone laced verboten fruit.
Ima Risk a flim-flam man,
Was always looking for a scam,
Selling his useless diet pills
And passing phony money bills,
Until a judge incarcerated his can.
alternate last line: Until a judge incarcerated his can in the can.
I often think of the game of life
And just how wicked it all can be
We know that it’s often rife with strife
And often so much strife to see
There are many ways to play the game
And many different ways to be a winner
I’ve seen a man cheat to obtain fame
And one destroyed by this evil sinner
By a magic man practicing a flim-flam
A trusting man is sure to be taken
A credulous soul unaware of the scam
Will unknowingly be mistaken
So when it comes to making money quick
Or getting to the top with ease
Don’t rely on the short cut gimmick
Be on the up and up. Will you? Please?
No one will admit it but
Everybody does it
Some incessantly
Other occasionally
It is inherent in humanity
Contagious opining
Contagious hypocrisy
Contagious bellicosity
Contagious idiocy
We all feel it
Contagious drudgery
Contagious fear
Contagious indifference
Contagious insensitivity
Contagious disregard for humanity
We all assume it
Contagious corruption
Contagious grasping
Contagious thievery
Contagious fiddling
We all indulge in it
Contagious surfing
Contagious tweeting
Contagious uploading
Contagious networking
Contagious befriending
We like it
Contagious rhapsody
Contagious laughter
Contagious charity
Contagious loving
Contagious honesty
We sometimes don’t acknowledge it
Contagious despondency
Contagious flam
Contagious amnesia
Contagious ignorance
Contagious psychoses
Contagious misunderstanding
We are all in this together aren’t we?
Your hands shake with sweaty palms as I stand stock still above you.
You can't conceal it I feel your nerves and I haven't even touched you.
Is this sanctuary?
Or entry into sacred doors that were never mine.
But I'd do back flips and cease all tricks just to kiss gentle
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lips...to turn back time...
Is this not mine?
No, but ours. Absolutely unforgettable, these things take time.
Treading on untouched land, planting on virgin earth
I mask worry in the heat of
my desire with your breath like fire burns and sings like some great sublime choir.
My person holds scars from being licked
from the tantalizing tongue of your torrid flame. A
flam that melts my skin like an inescapable inferno where
complacency is sought in the most gentle of your movements.
There's nothing real in this sea of flesh and perfumed
skin like silk fabricated from water you are someone daughter
...someones sister...someones cousin its all the same...
And so am I to also lay claim, to have a part of you that tare
my heart in two like no other... And tomorrow when all is said and done,
do I call you lover.
Or will you avoid and parry.... is this not the sweetest sound?...
Is this not sanctuary?
A poet's contest with a twist
Use the words in this long list
Author's puzzle - mental schism
Solved by quoting pearls of wisdom
Writing verse with rough iambi
Valentines the namby-pamby
Sugar cane is often bitter
Sweet instead banana fritter
Shellfish debt is right to fear
Mollusc IOUs are dear
In winter cess or gong will ice
Come the spring it won't smell nice
Those who talk soliloquies
Centralistic - ill at ease
Mostly truth - a bit of flam
Buoyant spirits just a scam
Olive stuffed with pepper sweet
Pimola - shun a tasty treat
Broken clock might go tic tac
Til ending life upon the scrap
Peer at life - myopic squint
Essence lost - the meerest hint
I've met the task - I've got all ten
By breaking words up now and then
Spelling strange and meaning hookie
Least they could be fortune cookies
Entry for "ten word challenge - 2" contest
Uses words (sort of): AMBIVALENT, ARCANE, BITTERSWEET, LUSCIOUS, INTERCESSOR, QUIESCENT, FLAMBOYANT, IMMOLATION, TACTILE, QUINTESSENCE