Best Flap Poems
A step too far, brings right of passage to a ledge
Fluttering at cliff walls, pushing life’s brittle edge
A sheer instinctive thrust, with no trust to pledge
Now or never moment, undermines fear’s wedge
A chick leaps off, flailing frail wings fail to fledge
Featherweight of hope meets a ten-pound sledge
Crashing straight down, no safety net to dredge
Next guy flaps like mad, landing softly in a hedge
The fly
On a bowl's rim
Fresh banana nut bread
Aroma floats as a fly dies
Sweet Death
Oh,doctor I am in a flap
I cannot turn this childproof cap
I cannot take my medicine
So I shall toss it in the bin
The beta blockers make me down
I am in a study brown.
The mini aspirins make me bruise
And my mind is quite confused.
The ibuprofen hurt my heart
Yet without one I cannot start.
The thyroxine has no effect
So now I feel my life is dreck.
The codeine fails to make me high
I'm not addicted, though I try.
I'll have to take a shot of gin
And alcohol will make me sin.
I'll go to parties in a dress
That makes men's hormones more or less.
I'll take a big one home with me,
And give him poison in his tea.
And when I am in jail at last
I'll feel remorse for all my past.
For as I suffer dreadful pain
God has hit me yet again.
It's not enough that I am blind
And suffer terrors in my mind
Not enough that lovers cruel
Give me stick instead of jewels.
Or maybe life does not make sense
Especially when I feel so tense.
Maybe random are my days
and my life has gone astray.
I think that I shall buy a cat
And love it tenderly and chat.
But if my cat gives me a scratch...
I'll light its tail up with a match.
All the world must me obey
Else I'll be enraged all day.
I want my own way all the time.
Other people must conform.
I am here and full of ills
What do you think of these blue pills?
If they take away my heart
That at least will be a start.
Then they can remove my brain
To help me with this damned pain.
Why not kill me right away
Then I'll be from pain astray?
You act like you’re all that -
gaining green when you rap,
but I say lines of utter crap
come from your verbal flap.
You lack and I can back that.
My slapjack, whapping facts
would not be rinsed with tact
since odds are a massive stack
of my fly responses so snap
they’ll waste yours to scrap.
You’ll bleed a need for a map
just to sense our distance gap.
I could secure a win wrap
in the deep sleep of a nap
with word whirls of pure blur
punching, crushing your rap,
maiming your able so unstable
it’s incapable to react transact
any how to track your ego back.
My hit of truth would impact
and sack your rap so abstract
that my heard word redact
would squish lisp yours compact,
then subtract, detract, refract
and ransack precisely exact
the trash you call a talent act.
So, go! Sate-debate my rap trait.
There once was a fellow named Todd
Who had a very strange habit, quite odd
When girlies came near
He would flap both his ears
To signal he was ready, yesireebob!
© Jack Ellison 2015
The Barbie Doll Flap
By Elton Camp
A group of folks are raising hell
Asking a fat Barbie from Mattel
Should a doll be impossibly thin
Or preferable to have a double chin?
Seems to me that what we’ve got
Is the classic “tempest in a teapot”
A girl won’t be traumatized either way
For it’s just a thing with which to play
A doll as a model she won’t seek
As an ideal for her own physique
Should Mattel make a Barbie fat
There’s little consequence to that
This flap never should begin
Next will it be an enormous Ken?
Shame on those who try to insist
Common sense they have missed
The flap on the Coffee Cup
bothers me so.
Not staying in place,
where it should.
How something so simple and small,
could stand a chance at all,
for reaching the Thoughts in My Head,
puzzles me so.
So insignificant,
with little importance,
perhaps trying to hide
the more important worries that wander My Head.
Oh, the flap on the Coffee Cup.
Well wobbling around in a pear tree dressed in a space suit can be very very dangerous. You might fall. And fallings are failings and failings flay the flesh from even the smallest atom that arrives in a puddle so never question the movements of a pond in the seasonal adjustments. Eradication of waste from slumber kitchen is hidden in an attic drawer. Once opened it slides away in a drip format akin to drizzling sauce onto a plate of freshly carved meat. Carved carbonated creations can carry carnivorous carnivals cleverly closing chasms. And a beetle in a flat cap was racing around wildly while the worrying worm was moving thoughts around and around like a windy day moves leaves through the pathways. Ever since a hill breathed the path was pushed and pushed and pushed. Then to place ones feet upon the tracks ignites thrones, fields, destinations, and a large variety of six foot jars of giggling gherkins. The wearing of aprons at this time is heavily prohibited and the sixty feet of micro beads in a line stretching in gymnasiums is rather like the time the electric elephant circus played a wild thumping trumpeting time to the seven arched breezes of the tea cloud. Ha hats having heated hollering havens. How heavenly. Ha the misted mustard mouse moving mousetraps. Ha the feather forming a giant wheel and going down the motorways with the suitcase on full beam because it is foggy but no frog. X desensitisations x at over a million keys, motors and cute little jumping juggernauts with tiny five centimetre wingspans. Z z z z z z
Interesting to note that a snail can move at maximum speed in the morning mists of moons .
Oooh look. Oh wow. Correlating jumping twists and combinations of bunnies,irons,toothbrushes and eye lash curlers. Turn then a stick. Rotational gravitation and melodically performed interludes. Such magnifications of a single note. Kissing a kindling to produce an even steady glow. Epitomising myth,fables and heavily guarded secrets. Yet seconds are counted by a tick tick tick. And if a lion says hello then one should not discuss crochet with a snooker cue. Balls then in many halls. Darkly dimming daring done. A persnickety perennial pineal gland. Hahahaha and the forts. Hahahaha and a day is one hour 9 minutes. Hahahaha cubes cantering. Xxxx zoologist zones. *** meteorological *** clapflap xx
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There are no ugly ducklings, only judgmental swans.
Off she took her leathery cap
For an apparently sought nap
She had secured with a milky pap,
Her decided pillow Bob’s lap
But with her trousers’ flap
Open like Satan’s trap,
Thus, her sleep intentions making a crap
And she a target for Christian Mother’s slap,
On her head an upset father’s rap
And, sure, a child’s gossipy clap…
Between her and honesty of purpose, a gap
Bob as simple as a candy wrap
On the whole, a Jezebel’s seduction
By Anita, member by induction.
We cannot bury cosmic birds
they land not where we are …
their feathers of colours unknown
we see them flitting by, their speed
of light outlined in gold upon pylons
greengrocers watch in awe
open parks will not entice them nor
sunflower seeds magnetise anisodactyls
waiting on cliffs so high (...)
we wander not there ~
in woods near farms of warriors
where they now plant apple trees —-
since knowing consciousness is One
we label their flight in Light Language
mystic like streams flowing peaceful ~
There lie our buried heroes at rest.
We hymn songs of freedom as they flap
our emblems long past buried —-
they descended from realms of seraphim
cores spin vortices from which we drink ~
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Placed : 7th : Premier Contest
Sponsor : Brian Strand
May ‘26
There once was a fellow named Todd
Who had a very strange habit, quite odd
When girlies came near
He would flap both his ears
To signal he was ready, yesireebob!
There once was a fellow named Todd
Who had a very strange habit, quite odd
When girlies came near
He would flap both his ears
To signal he was ready, yesireebob!
The bare branches were shaking,
twigs rattled like ill-fitting teeth.
I thought:
'any moment now
the coal black lumpiness of them
will break a bough,
and all tumble down or up,
creating sky-slides of avian tumult'.
They jousted at each other,
clattering their sharp quilled feathers
like angry Black Knights.
The very air shook as they bounced,
up and down
imitating hooligans on a drunken spree -
rowdy 'caws' assaulting all ears.
Then,
in a sudden spray of alarmed confusion
they scattered, wheeling away,
in every direction.
From behind a thick-glass window,
someone must have muttered:
Shoo!