Best Flappy Poems
Adelie penguin,
dear little thing,
black on your back,
black on your wings,
round white tummy
and flat pink feet,
your waddle is funny
and so is your squeak.
When you dive in the water
and porpoise around,
jumping back on your feet
when you land on the ground,
it’s a penguin I’d be,
if a bird I would choose,
wearing dinner-suit feathers
and flappy pink shoes.
Enter Your Plea
All rise for the honorable judge,
some pimply-faced wiener-teen
with a computer mouse for a gavel,
a keyboard for a bench
and the whole world is on trial.
Welcome to the millennial's millennium
1000 years of cyber-bullying
sworn over oath of the holy Facebook
to rain down judgment from above
like precision guided twitter turds.
Any minor misstep makes you a target,
bully-proof vests will spare no one
for Punk-tilious is his name
and ruthless forum flaming is his game
(well, it’s that or Flappy Bird.)
Let all give ear, as he doles
expert opinion on politics, science,
sociology, psychology, and every other –ology
from his sweat-stained easy chair
in his parent’s basement. OMG WUT!??
ORDER! Order in the court,
20 million likes and three times the shares,
a jury of my peers has found
me guilty of contempt…
perhaps rightly so!
07/19/15
I wish ta be happy happy
Not crappy crappy
It's becum easier since becumen a pappy
With a we baby on me lappy
Some tink me silly and a bit sappy
I don't even mind changin his nappy
It's funny da weird tings dat make me happy!
I like ta dress him up
Not wantin him ta be shabby
and reflect badly on his mammy
So on is head I place da cutest cappy
He loves ta laugh, in da breeze dis cappy is flappy
How could I be anythin udder den happy
Me an baby an his sweet little mammy!
For Casarah's get happy 101 contest.
Giant elephants
Flappy ears, Ivory tusks and long trunk,
Huge elephant swirls and boom,
Cheerful, royal as a drunken chunk,
As he trumpets, stamps feet, vanishes the gloom,
Now try putting him in the room !
Written Sept 3rd, 2015
Sponsor- Nathan D
Contest- giant animals
Awarded HM
It is so hard in this day and age of blurred lines, wrecking balls and falling trees to challenge students to see the right side of things,
The way Jesus made others see.
He who is without sin throws the first stone,
Two people who owe a debt are forgiven
Which one is more grateful?
The one owed the small debt or the large debt?
Side note, math word problems have always baffled me and even though I read through this parable to find the answer, I am still confused, but I showed my work so that counts for something right?
Jesus’ parables are such a great outline on how to present something to this x or z or gf, btw generation.
If we post it on twitter they might just retweet it and believe it.
Btw when you label someone they will begin to act in the way that they have been labeled.
If we aren't getting kids to smell what Dr. O is cooking aka blowing up, then it is our fault.
Jesus was able to take the most difficult people of his day and get them to see what was up!
But you say he had God on his side, so do we*Romans 8:31
But he was the son of God, we are also the children of God* Galatians 3:26-27
Feel free to chime in with excuses; we can post those on twitter too, #lame.
Sure we are going to get played more than FIFA 14 and Flappy Bird.
But it’s like they say in Baseball and softball, it only takes one.
And for us it is that one sheep we are responsible for* Luke 15:1-7
Your sheep may be bigger than others, but the Lord has placed that sheep in your flock for a reason.
We are empowered by a God that split the Red Sea,
Saved people from fire
Had the courage to sacrifice his only Son for our salvation
So grab your canes aka iPads and do better than meeting the black eyed peas halfway.
Go get you a Sheep!!
Now, before my sister
feels cheated
I have to drop for her
some lines belated!
You are his honourable
TQ
The reason he left the
others on the queue!
As into matrimony you
go,
Peace and subtlety you
go with I know!
You are his honourable
TQ
The reason he left the
others on the queue!
The things that make
him in you happy
I pray will not by HIS
grace become flappy!
You are his honourable
TQ
The reason he left the
others on the queue!
Your best behaviours
and religion
Made him stay by you
far like a legion!
You are his honourable
TQ
The reason he left the
others on the queue!
Celestially destined you
are for him
Terestrially forever
you will be with him!
You are his honourable
TQ
The reason he left the
others on the queue!
Space and time again
will hamper I
So, I have to stop with
a teary eye!
You are his honourable
TQ
The reason he left the
others on the queue!
Barakah and Sakinah to
him you shall be
Aljanat, not hell to you,
he shall be!
You are his honourable
TQ
The reason he left the
others on the queue!
The couch invisible,
hidden by a body of mass
His gut rises
His gigantic thighs
His round ankles
His flappy breasts
His chin rests on
a pillow of fat that
jiggles
He devours his heavy meals
conducting noises like
a garbage disposal
His ass anchors
the motionless weight
It sweats and sweats
His wife placing another bottle
of Coca Cola
(A straw is used)
so his neck dodges stress of bending
His weight is probably
due to a disease
Everyone has a disease
these days
Driving to their doctors
pleading for their prescription
then driving to the pharmacy
to gladly pick it up
Clinging to their pill case
As the fat man
slurps down more pizza
All of them proud
to be an American
A BUM FISHERMAN
A fisherman’s wife waiting for her man.
The slight finger she lifts, for waving fan.
Grilled bass and crappie,
a cure for flappy?
The bum’s been devising a diet plan.
3/14/2018
123... Take me on a date, bake me a cake, make me happy! Birds are flappy, nerds are geeky. Art, in a cart, maybe a fart. Socks are stinky, I drop a pencil, oh no! 133... Take me on a date, bake me a cake, make me happy! Birds are flappy, nerds are geeky, art, in a cart, maybe a fart! Drop that, drop that, your lazy, I'm crazy! Take a break, it's simple, I hate a pimple, your my mate, are you late, wake up! Your lazy, I'm crazy! Make it up it's over now take a break over and out!
Sometimes I feel,
that life is not real.
Sometimes I feel so fake,
like I could use a stake,
to hurt myself but I won't.
Sometimes I feel so happy,
but feel so flappy,
My lips are chappy.
As I turned away i looked in the mirror,
I seen no hair, in the hospital sitting by,
me is my mom.
I started to cry,
Oh how i couldn't try to eat,
I didnt know what was going on,
A doctor comes in and tells me how it was going to happen,
All of a sudden i close my eyes,
and i have seen heaven.
God has still not answered my question,
for there i knew i have got to heaven.
THere sat a gold chair,
with a man sitting in it,
For that man who died for me so i could be free from my teenaged cancer.
Crystal Waters
Crystal waters
And foreign rain
Bring
Fluffy clouds of
wool and tweed
Cashmere, engineered
Cotton fields of fiber, seed and flappy lobe
Supplying fabric, textured textile
Thread and string
Spun into spheres
Layered and interwoven
Seamed, stitched and hemmed
A sheet, a leaf , a membrane
Chained captives
Held in bondage
Man-made machine
Black bodies on an assembly line
Harvesting white crop
Their sweat hide their tears
Rag cover their frame and cadaver
Mere androids
Their soul caged in
The whip , their law and discipline
Sighs of weary hands and tired feet
A mercy plea
The church of suffering
Shall render no more
Madame and monsieur ,dignity restored
Marckincia Jean
Free verse
08/24/19
So, you turned on the news,
and it gave you the blues,
and you almost hurled,
at who's leading the free world,
and your teeth are grit tight,
on explosive dynamite,
and the world's so sad,
and you're feeling bad,
and you have drowning fears,
in the flooding of your tears?
Well...
Cheer up buddy!
Don't do nothin' rash.
Take your flattened feet,
and do the splash!
Chickens are doing it
for miles around!
They're all doin' it
to the bawk b'bawk sound.
You say, you're not a chicken -
you're a duck?
Don't be thinkin'
you're out of luck.
You've got flappy feet -
tap out a rhyme!
Soon you'll be splashin'
in chicken time.
Whenever I'm thinking
WTF,
I think like a chicken
or a duck,
and I dance to the hit
that's a smash.
I get down and do
the Chicken Splash.
The Kalahari
Kneaded clay
Form creases
The thirst of desert
blinding dust and wind
Collide of wave and tide
Females carry the tribe
Their large flappy ears
Fan them cool
Muddy pools
Their sunshade and lemonade
Their long trunk, their utensil and instrument
The herd graze on green bushes
Barge their way through thick trees and weeds
Making way
For grand and small
Giant footprints and dung mark their tracks
It’s dung a beetle’s nest and feast
The labor of a mother’s womb
Trumpets sound to celebrate
Prey to an open field
Darkness cast upon its young
For it is done
Hearts pump and
Trunks join to commemorate
Rumblings from afar detect danger
They form a protective block around the calves
Their ears on alert
Their trunk and feet test the waters
They wait til it passes
They lock trunks to bond
At the patience of the lions
A son grieves it’s mom
Guards over her corpse
And leaves with the survived
Blazing fires rise
The earth crack
The land is barren
The river is drenched
An underground stream arise
They find relief
All come to drink
Marckincia Jean
Free verse
07/28/19
On that day my soul grew happy;
The amusement brought such sorrow;
It was flappy;
You warned me about the Pizarro;
I heard a golden, funny pulling;
But in the fact that it was buzzing;
And its eyes have all the hollering;
With such a passion for collaring;
Off the eleven story building working laborer, fell on my head;
Ah!! falling, falling, falling, falling, no safety fallen down dead;
I heard a golden, funny pulling;
But in the fact that it was buzzing;
And its eyes have all the hollering;
With such a passion for collaring;
The world thought that this was just to funny;
They placed my body underneath the corner of the building!!
There’s an old joke, “Procrastinate now, because
the sooner you fall behind, the longer you’ll have to catch up.”
Ha ha.
While a lot of students around here, even the good ones,
are procrastinators, I’m a diagnosed pre-crastinator.
I obsess over syllabuses and start things immediately.
I've got rough drafts of things due three months from now.
I’m a planner. Leisure time makes me itch.
I say that to say this, I’m reaping my rewards.
There’s a palpable layer of fret in the air.
Everyone's (the seniors) talking about their theses,
and how they need to start it—first thing yesterday.
I just listen, playing Flappy Bird on my phone, because I’m done.
When my professor handed my thesis paper back the other day,
he said, “This is good.” At first, I was delighted, quietly rocking it inside.
Then I floundered, becoming somewhat indignant. Why’d he sound surprised? Because I handed it in a little (80 days) early?
But soon enough, I was back to happiness.
I’ll have to defend it one day, but I’ll go first, wait and see.
Shall we wax poetic?
I’m like the sea, always restless
and I enjoy the flavor of honest effort.
I dub snark, and the little, jealous glances,
I blunt them with chey smiles, while thinking,
I’ll row my boat, and you row yours—just a little slower.’
Let them whisper me freakish
though I win a thousand crowns,
the real pleasure lies in my gun slinger’s sang-froid,
to finish the commission first and be the best.
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Songs for this:
Let Me Down Easy by Gang of Youths
Let Me Go by CAKE