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A Flash In The Pan
by Bavington , Bette
Flash in the pan
by Ramprasad, Latha
a flash in the pan
by delapruch, andrew
A Flash in the Pan
by Kopp, Robb A.
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Oh Lord I did not know the man
My Father a flash in the pan
Never in my life was it fate,
We both apart lived as strangers
My life empty stale no dangers
Yet without malice without hate,
Oh Lord I did not know the man
My Father a flash in the pan.
Let me clasp that day of respect
Tried to care explain his aspect,
Never in my life was it fate
Yet without malice without hate,
Oh Lord I did not know the man
My Father a flash in the pan.
© Harry J Horsman 2014
Copyright © harry horsman | Year Posted 2014
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He is "half a bubble off of centre"
More than "A few bricks short of a load"
He is not a Prince worth kissing
He is more of an ugly toad.
Some think he is "Rock Solid"
A veritable "Mountain of a man"
Instead he's a snake Replacing a ladder
Nothing but a "flash in the pan"
You'll have to "hit the nail on the head"
For "he's not the sharpest tack in the box"
If you don't want this jerk to catch you
I recommend "pulling up your socks
If you think I was "born yesterday"
Or "I've got nothing to lose"
Instead of "Drinking the koolaide"
You musta been guzzlin the booze
For I am "the man of your dreams"
Look my way I'm "Love at first sight"
Forget that other "good for nuttin" fella
I'll "rock your world" "forever, a day and a night!"
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2015
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Hey LAdies!!!
Casanova's not who you think he is...
One simple google click
background check
will nullify his bliss.
There's much more to
the Man
the Myth
the Trick
A fake glitch
flash in the pan
don't make me beg
an' expose that pathetic man's
Cracker Jack Prozac plan
C'mon baby, phenol Barbie Doll
don't keep makin' same mistakes
believin' his B.S. trip and falls.
Manic Queen of depression,
leave old Papa Wheelie alone
his words are Romeo sweet
yet his lies are overgrown.
*credit artists Marilyn Manson, Twiggy Ramirez, and Zim Zum for
terms "Phenol Barbie Doll, Manic Queen of Depression"-- taken from
Song, "Mechanical Animals" off album "Mechanical Animals" by Marilyn
Manson Nothing/Interscope Records 1998
Copyright © JSLambert Mister ROBOTO | Year Posted 2014
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With no toilet seats carelessly left propped up
Oh, now I can be such a comfortable pup
Please take your Playboys straight out that open door
Then shut it quickly; I can take no more!
Be gone with you, take all your shoes
Your hairspray, make-up and your girly blues
Three weeks of the month you loved me fair
For the other week, I lived in fear
MY shoes? Why you foul beast! Your odor eaters
Didn't work! Your smelly boots rest in sewers
Where they belong with that greasy hair goo
That left ugly stains on pink pillows once new
Your pants were too tight, I couldn't get them off
I can now wear my own; no longer you'll scoff
And as for your cooking my health has improved
Your name on the rent book, phew! finally removed
The credit card tab from your pub is gone now, too
That hussy barmaid can deliver it to you
And your shavings that clogged up my bathroom sink
Will be mailed to your mistress fast as you can blink
At least she knew how to look after a man
In bed with you was like a flash in the pan
At least barmaid Betty purred when this Highlander taunted
She was sensuous, delectable and she knew what she wanted
I'll remember you most when viewing pond scum
You sure were a loathsome son of a gun
I'm leaving this pit, too, so what the heck?
I'll send a new address for the alimony check
You'll get your money like you earned it before
Dancing naked on the pole in the floor
I took you in, clothed, cared and fed
But it wasn't me that was in your bed
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2009
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Oh my darling I met you on here
I will love you forever
never looking at another
you are my whole wide world.
Bah! what a load of cods wallop
dream on enjoy your fantasy
for if there's one sure thing
it will all end in tears.
Love takes time to grow
if it is to last.
It needs nurturing
and time spent together.
What one gets on line
is just a flash in the pan
sweet talking words and
maybe cam sex, are no go.
Love thrives on challenges
thrown up by everyday life.
You have to experience both
the good and definitely the bad.
Anything else is an illusion
although seeming sweet now
I have seen these internet affairs
that explode in wild passion.
Yet where are they six months later?
gone like a puff of wind
the canvas torn apart
the illusion shattered.
Bah! its a load of cods wallop
a fantasy existing only in your mind
sweet at the time to be sure
but when it ends someone is in tears.
While their so called love
moves on to someone new
its all just a game
and some play it so well.
Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2015
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JUST THINKING....
Now as I sit here
With an O shaped mouth
Wishing to write something
Ending up writing nothing...
Tired I am
Of this common brain drain
Greeting us all in this abode...
I can't write
I wish to work
None is here...
My dream job knocks
I open the door for it
I see it not...
Is it lurking?
Has it gone?
Is it coming back?
Or
Was it just a flash in the pan?
I know not..
Here I wait patiently
For it
Writing nonsense
Which might make sense...
Does it make sense?
I know not...
Send to me a helper
Before all goes awry...
Here I cry
Beg
Plead
Weep
Sweat
And
.......
I need it
Before it boils over!!!!
Copyright © Adesina Idris Dolapo | Year Posted 2013
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Hard strike on my line
Flash of light in briny gloom
Sizzling in the pan
By Robb A. Kopp
Copyright © Robb A. Kopp | Year Posted 2010
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Still, and again
“Ogongo” crept into my mouth
As I behold the two nocturnal creatures
We have waited endlessly
No longer in my Aunt’s place,
But we became unsolicited watchmen
At the streets gate entrance
It was an ungodly hour
Darkness had key to everywhere
Still, and again
I winked at my cousin
He nodded, and murmured
“They are on their way”
But when midnight started knocking
Out of the furfuled dusk
Appeared the two nocturnal “Ogongos”
One bringing back the memory of the famous Yokosuna
Of the Heavy weight with an heavy duty
To her chest,
Were a very big size-less eve’s apples?
Her mean look compliments her dark complexion
Her burnt lips. . . Reddish eyeballs speak of her as a chimney
My cousin I pity from within my heart
Her hyena-like laughter
Turned me back to the second “Ogongo”
Of a lesser weight to the former
Her Eve’s apples were almost not there
“Bad catch, worst choice”
I echoed to myself until I saw
Her roundly shaped protruding buttock
Speaking louder than a loud-speaker
It overshadows her duck-like ugly mouth
It was an undeniable asset
Indeed, the “Ogongos” are both endowed
With a Unique Selling Point (UPS)
With these, I had taught they can never
Run out of good prices in the market.
Lo and behold,
At the crucial product delivery point
I rushed out of my room
Only to see my cousin outside too
Looking worried and dejected
The “Ogongos” are over-used products
The expiry date lapsed long ago
The USP was a flash in the pan
We both slept in the parlour
Leaving the “Ogongos” in their different rooms
It was a bad deal in a bad day.
Alayande Stephen T
09.55am
20th June, 2007
NB-Ogongo is a coinage for Prostitutes.
In Iba, with Ayo and Yemi, expecting
An Izobo daughter and Tobi’s call.
Copyright © Alayande Stephen | Year Posted 2007
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1/18/17
Among so many rocks and leafs
As well as animals that squawk or squeak
Talk is cheap
Many things considered a dime a dozen
Like limes and onions
You're either with or against the clock
Whether it is continually making sense or not
At times it can all truly
Be quite the doozy
Frustrated with seeing cruelty
And people acting unruly
Along the way
Is it wrong to say?
Every dog has it's day
They can make glass from sand
So much became a flash in the pan
Whether or not there ended up being any cash in hand
With my own flesh and blood
I express my love
While I step and trudge
Through different depths of mud
Haste makes waste
Across this place in space
You may or may not have your while life ahead of you
Just remember idle hands are the devil's tools
Near and far from special sentimental jewels
Realize there have been many kinds of metals used
Near and far from different sea levels and pools
The outcome may have been preventable
If such things weren't placed on a pedestal
By: Dalton Ogletree
Copyright © Dalton Ogletree | Year Posted 2017
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i think we do agree,
before we are born ,
to spend some time together,
the ones that draw and startle some,
but never stay no never, one,
a flash in the pan,
a labour of love,
and then they're gone forever???
some?
Don
re: "Another Life"
Debbie Duncan
Copyright © DON JOHNSON | Year Posted 2013
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embrace the utterly fleeting nature of your
existence
for within moments you will disappear
& all that you think matters now
all your
plans
for future endeavors, for relationships, for trips &
attempts at ascension within some kind of
labor structure---
they all are reduced to the head of
a
needle---
& as the smoke from that last obliterating fire
you’re whisked away by the
wind.
Copyright © andrew delapruch | Year Posted 2011
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Copyright © Latha Ramprasad | Year Posted 2015
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HAPPY NEW YEAR
We’ve got a lot to be thankful for.
Personally 2010 was not special, but for all of us I can say this:
It was not a perfect year but with nearly
Seven billion people all wanting to feel special
It was reasonably successful. Awesome in fact.
Nature held back her furious destructive capability
Enormous killer-quakes were limited to Haiti.
Only 280 000 people died. It could have been worse.
No memorable hurricanes or mega-tsunamis,
And Iceland’s volcano only delayed a few aircraft -
And an oil spill in the Gulf, like all such spills,
Seems to have had little lasting effect,
Despite the nightly tv news fiction.
20 million didn’t die of Hong Kong flu, or bird flu,
Or AIDS, or Legionnaires disease or any
Of a number of flash-in-the-pan scary diseases
Widely hyped in the media.
A milliion didn’t die from napalm attacks;
And there were no genocidal pogroms based on
“Understandable and entirely logical” issues such as
Skin color, language choice, or name of God,
(It is obviously good to kill someone for being different to ourselves.)
And as far as we know no babies were born into slavery,
Though 100 million Chinese worked like slaves
To produce our glitter for Xmas trees.
And the really heart-warming news is that only
4 million children died of malnutrition this year,
Down from last year’s total of 5 million.
We’ve got a lot to be thankful for.
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2010
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We vote them in to speak for us
Like lemmings we follow the presidential bus
Once in power and take the oath
To serve our country which serves us both
Many roads they travel down
Can trip some up, while others fall down
AmBushed in Iraq, the lair of Blair
Where many soldiers perished there
Taliban in Afghanistan
Guerrilla warfare not a flash in the pan
Another conflict to more pain
What in the end do we gain
Continue to send troops to different shores
To be gun downed and bombed as before
To fight a war so far from us
Should we really follow the presidential bus?
Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2009
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Seven layers of fodder litter my desk
some of it golden
but mostly just mess
A flashlight -
should darkness suddenly fall
as I sleep at the switch
in case you don’t call
Three AA batteries when I really need four
to fire up the vacuum and suck up the gore
Two pretty flat rocks I can’t bear to discard
I may chew them tonight should I find myself charred
There’s a wee house from Ireland
my friend sent from afar
a condolence for leaving . . .
my front door ajar
An adding machine to calculate my losses
the numbers fly backwards, like aging,
but reverses
A roll of paper towels, a bottle of Windexes
as I tinker and fiddle and deny and digresses
I came in this room to clean up my messes
from 2005 I hope to start freshes
Here’s a blast from the past, a flash in the pan
a pig in a poke, a tickle and a smoke
It’s so worth the effort and a waste of my time
to blow up the past and change up the rhyme
so tell me you love me and I could care if it’s true
cuz ‘06 is here in its wiliness right on cue
It better be damned good, 'cause last year sucked the big one
. . . in days of auld lang syne
Copyright © Jill Martin | Year Posted 2006
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who felt incorporeal storied power
of Herman Melville as zen unseen aid
instructing hypothetic rich kid to drop out of school
before his/her first grade
coz of all the money he/she made
which affected modus operandi rendered obsolete
child worker laws
and no sweat of brow getting paid
people used bitcoin (or other online currency)
additionally making purchases
with scant keystrokes to complete a trade.
As with any major dramatically novel scheme
light bulb idea scribbled on napkin
scrap of paper
via cheesy or whipped cream
originating as a flash in the pan
aha eureka moment, or dream
as rough blue print subsequently
underwent beta testing,
before declaring pc innovation supreme
whereby outstanding persons in the tech industry
clamored to join Kidde team.
Whether seventh day add vent
hissed or other religious creed
powerful binary processing
impacted near
earth shaking incarnation indeed
and ramifications in all walks
and talks of life sought expert need.
Coven chanting children murmured Luddites be damned!
Thus spake Zarathustra (cue the opening scene
from Planet of the Apes)
upon witnessing as if king or queen
(in reality father or mother)
didst get immediately
dethroned thus, increasing mean
average positive
effects on society, especially lean
microchip i.e. integrated circuitry
miniaturization "green"
technology (and eventual
attendant affordable price)
viz said trappings
unleashed upon global market
invited absolute zero dust, a must clean
as a whistle work space,
and manufacturers laboratory be microbe free
hermetically sealed vacuumed "clean".
Countless portable machines
unbeknownst soon epithet florid hack
coining impromptu called cyber crime
especially as majority proportion of population
didst purchase these dime,
a doze in countless "end users"
snapped up these smart machines
excitedly keyed away indifferent to gunk
on unwashed hands
plus bits of food particles
eventually caking hardware with grime
(eventually necessitating technician
charging gobs of moolah
sans to unstitch in time.
Copyright © matthew harris | Year Posted 2018
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trapped within the very impulse of our loved beneath the perplexing ambush
we close the door of brevity with a slight adjustment of the hand when will we understand
caught betwen the world I know then onto the one I wish to go we become puzzled
my mind is playing tricks on me day after day with humble knee to bow the head to pray
out in the street where people meet we wear a smile yet know all the great while
when push comes to shove we tend to sweep things underneath the rug
in a time well spent in thought our chromosones run a bit wild
when I was a child i used to dream of kings and queens & magical places
yesterday is gone and I sit here all alone with a song in my heart to light the inner spark
we will humbly embark upon the distant road we are to tread within the walking dead
following aparts at the seams living in a land so very mean
Halloween
with witches in the air without a care in darkened portals of my mind
a flash in the pan when to understand that true simplistic art
Warhol with his soup cans promising everyone 15 minutes of fame
Elder bush still trying to grab some bush best he keep his Tiger in the woods
living in a field of dreams faces that scream eating my favorite ice cream
blind leaders of the blind following a no it all for president isn't it relevant
chase back the dreams froom your hair without the willingness to share
lines being drawn in the sand when to understand send the troops home
no time for them to roam...
mind is playing tricks on me as we take things casually masquerading with reality
with sought after humble brevity living in a land of make believe
yet we have something up our sleeve
crimes of passion embarking on the New York mile
bloodshed in the street of the town of New Haven
gone our the days of the forgotten Ben Laden or have we forgotten him
North Korea fat boy in a suit with funny hair
a cause to reflect lest we have met together for a journey of fear
working to hard can give you a heart attack like that old school rap
with Slick Rick & Mellie Mel boogy down with your socks like the late Scot Lerock
Fetty Wap is still on top still got time to call up for a cop
many years from now I'll still be on top
minds playing tricks on my as if its in the gutter is it any wonder with Stevie
everybody needs me like freshly squeezed orange juice drinking one hundred proof Vodka
these are the days that try mens souls as in the summer soldier and the sunset patriot
we can learn from our past mistakes not to make them again
Guess its best to hold our breath & count to the number ten again
Copyright © Mario Vitale | Year Posted 2017
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My mind won't get in to gear
Memories come and go like a flash in
The old pan.
Neopolitan
My mom's favorite ice cream that's clear.
Shoot! I had something else it just
Disappeared
Some thing about spick and span.
My mind won't get in to gear
Memories come and go like a flash in
The old pan.
Why won't it appear?
Mind scan
Brain is over ran
Time to change my atmosphere.
My mind won't get in to gear.
Copyright © Bette Bavington | Year Posted 2018