Best Flash In The Pan Poems
#One should be cautious in starting a war, but
once begun, it should be carried out thoroughly#
#Quote by Hirohito circa Dec 1942#
Onslaught
As little boy fell over Hiroshima,
a demigod dismayed how it grew
Into a fat man above Nagasaki,
Hirohito said, so I’m the devil too
Both are one, and the same person,
to say otherwise is splitting atoms
When two suns appear overhead,
an emperors duality, cannot fathom
And necessary evil is a dubious sin,
willpower making its choice that day
Expedience worked saving millions
I’m firmly on the side of Enola Gay
Reckoning came, not a flash in the pan
for marching POWs to death, at Bataan
Also, Pearl harbour, Iwo Jima, Guam
Midway, Okinawa, Tarawa, and Saipan
Job’s done, the mission accomplished
a time to celebrate, peace be strong
our conscience does not need absolution
obliterated by belief, we did no wrong
Little Boy/Fat man, US code names
for the atomic bombs in WW2
Pick-A-Title, Vol 32 - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Prompt chosen Onslaught
07/11/22
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
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
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!"
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
Random they flit and float
From the depths to the surface
All bits in between
Thoughts and memories ideas
Mixing together surfacing hiding
Filling my mind happy and sad
Deepest depths to newest cells
My life stored in electrical impulses
Just a flash in the pan of my brain
Myriad micro lights in chaotic harmony
My very being is an electrical soup
How does each flash become a thought?
How does it know what it has to remember?
How long will it remember?
How long do my little electrical friends live?
Do they pass on their little bit of knowledge?
Or does it die when they do..?
So many questions
I feel like a child
I know so few answers
I thought grownups knew it all
At we did when we small
In reality - we know hardly anything at all.
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.
A pair of blue wings is hovering
against the inky black covering
within ‘Little Fox’ constellation
of Vulpecula designation,
portrayed with stipple sidereal
in Hubble image ethereal,
‘Hen two dash four three seven’ labeled.
A hen with fox is Aesop fabled,
except it was really a crow
in that apologue still apropos
where pride overcame the bird’s good sense,
so fox got the food through the pretense
of disparaging its corvine caw;
thus the crow dropped the cheese from its jaw.
There are many stories much the same.
In Middle Ages the bird became
chanticleer; Chaucer’s ‘Canterbury
Tales’ has one that warns to be wary
of flattery false and specious praise,
since fox on inflated ego plays
with rooster to hear his special cry,
hence to distract and snatch him thereby.
Yet fox falls prey to his own conceit,
and chanticleer flees to tree retreat.
But coming back to high-flying hen
which Hubble’s scope brought within our ken,
this nebula with glowing surround
was by stargazer Minkowski found
then by Henize later catalogued
as nebula with the name befogged
in misleading term planetary,
for that title is quite contrary
to remnant of an imploded star,
which is indeed what those objects are.
As shown by the wings, it’s bipolar,
cast off from a star like ours solar
which nearing end of its astral span
swelled to red giant’s flash in the pan
then sent forth its layers into space,
as a white dwarf for core took its place…
And yet my inspiration’s essence
came from the alae’s luminescence
seen in this vast stelliferous sight
against the canvas of cosmic night.
Still, one might fancy those whizzing wings
borne by empyreal bird that sings
melodies wafted amidst the spheres
only a starry-eyed poet hears.
~ Harley White
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The image and info can be found by looking up Hen 2-437 on the net.
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!!!!
The planet Neptune for god of the sea
was titled from Roman mythology.
His wife Salacia three sons Neptune bore
with Triton most celebrated in lore
both Greek and Roman as merman, then famed
as the largest moon of Neptune so named.
While three decades back faint rings were spotted
though merely a few of those allotted,
by dint of the James Webb telescope view
recently captured along with bright blue
of Triton that’s spied in the upper left,
we gain clear look through its camera deft.
Neptune is the planet eighth from the Sun,
ice giant, with Triton the largest one
of satellites natural going round
about its dense mass although duty-bound
to cruise in an orbit that’s retrograde,
quite rare in the Solar System parade.
One hundred sixty-five years is the span
of tour in Neptune’s empyreal plan
for making rotation sidereal
in journey around star imperial
compared to earthly year passage of time
from new year to the old year’s midnight chime.
In visible light Neptune blue appears
as normally pictured in solar spheres
but cannot be glimpsed by unaided eyes
due to its distance related to size,
albeit Webb’s Cam in Near-Infrared
rendered it through its glass darkly instead.
What further marvels that planet may grace
‘midst myriad wonders in heavens’ space
awaiting disclosure for humans’ sight,
if e’er their reality’s brought to light,
remain to be seen provided Man can
prove to be more than a ‘flash in the pan’.
~ Harley White
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.
What does it matter if I get it wrong
The media still loves me as I gallop along,
I cause such big waves, more than the sea
A masterful stroke as they all look to me.
I’m a creature of spin a natural disruptor,
A wily young fox, a dangerous raptor.
Step in my path and you’ll wish you weren’t born,
Battered and bruised, sorely forlorn.
They say I’m still green, a flash in the pan
Clearly all missing my brilliant game plan.
Wait a few years cause lots of noise
Mask my ambition with feminine poise;
Gather my fans, make them a force,
Have them promote me until they are hoarse,
Then all at once as if pre-ordained
Challenge the leadership and leave them bloodstained.
Not a surprise I’ll be the one standing
Now the top job clearly demanding.
So stick around, follow my thread,
Swallow the fact that by me you’ll be led.
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
Hard strike on my line
Flash of light in briny gloom
Sizzling in the pan
By Robb A. Kopp
Out of the gate
Starting off great
Fast as he can
Flash in the pan
Not halfway there
Warning signs flare
Starting to care:
Who snatched the air?
Feeling the burn
Got much to learn
Big sweaty mass
Near out of gas
Running on fumes
Disaster looms
End is in sight
Form’s not so tight
Finish line crossed
One thing’s not lost:
Still got his grin
Do it again!