Best Flip Poems
Old souls don't drift off and die
Sit there idle, or even care why
Achieving greatness takes time
Values and a certain state of mind
Realize, for once, it's not just what you see
Understand nuance, syntax, and hyperbole
Help yourself, don't get fooled by any old shroud
Though others are silent and lost in the crowd
Rise up, be courteous, let words show them wrong
As free as a whisper and the cardinal's sweet song
This is my black Christmas
I have nothing left to lose
I’m a bare footed white walker with no shoes
It’s okay burly guy don’t cry
I’ve found my southern comfort
here in this brown bagged bottle of booze
If you offer me a buck or two
I’m not inclined to refuse
These street are made for walking
So I tip toe talk carefully
Knowing people don’t like what they see
This ain’t who I want to be
My tummy is a warm kinda queasy
but in my bones I’m cold as hell
and my butt is turning into a freezie
I wish I had your good life man
this ain’t nowhere near easy
Especially now that the snow’s comin
and the sky’s icy breezy.
There up ahead
that’s my get away place
that bar you call sleazy
But I get a beer for a buck
with a big bag of cheeses.
Oh and the dancers are pretty
and I smile when they tease me
It helps me forget for a bit
Because time’s my worst enemy
and I’ve got nowhere else to be
When they close her down
I’m back on the street
Walking along
with my flip flop beat
Cold feet nothing to eat
Imagining a bed
With a cover and sheet
You won’t look me in the eye
I’m a nobody that
no somebody wants to meet
So enjoy your white Christmas
Don’t give me or this place
another thought
be thankful for what you got
Be satisfied man
whether it’s a little or a lot
Hand made or store bought
You sleep in a warm bed
not a shelter cot
Meanwhile I’ll pray
That if life leads you this way
you never have to stay
If you got kids
teach them right, okay
Take time to be with them and play
Put them on the right pathway
Cause I too lived like you once
but that’s a story for another day.
By Richard Lamoureux
Written November 28th 2019
Flip flops and straw hat adorn him, beach wear suits him nicely
Kind is he to her as he scoops into a bucket measuring precisely
Casted are his piteous passions in sunstruck warm sands
Gently shaping and capturing her likeness, she is in skilled hands
Stooping over chin to knee he bares bronze shoulders glimmering
Her features delicate, her hair etched in his mind flowing, shimmering
An energy is sensed as sand and water caress through his fingers
Behold if only Aphrodite answers his prayer, he pauses and lingers
Recollection clears a birth, breath of life be given this inanimate object
A saintly face faintly appears, he’s fallen in love with his imminent project
Sculpting feminine curves slowly surfacing, an hourglass figure shaped
An alluring amazon controls his very soul, an apotheosis angel draped
Belief in a statue which comes to life, vehemently pangs the phenomenon
Alas the last touches fini, fervently he unveils his seaside Pygmalion
And without further ado, emerging from the ivory sand, he prizes
An obsession his idée fixe at the edge of the pier, a sand goddess arises
We flip the hourglass for time,
use moments as each hour's pawn.
Then store Today, when past its prime,
midst Yesterdays--now finished, gone.
If we could make one moment stay
just by flipping the hourglass,
how to choose the hour, the day
so many moments come and pass.
Or, as time's measure disappears,
will we, in greed, pound on the door
of hours, minutes, days, and years
that come but once and then no more.
Time flees--its hours hurry on,
a moment's look, and then it's gone.
February 2, 2022
for Pick-A-Title Vol. 28 Poetry Contest
Flipped Hourglass
Honorable Mention
by Edward Ibeh
You say your feet hurt?
So, how're your hands?
--They're fine
That's right... They're fine
~ Flip the switch
You say work is demanding?
So, how's the pay?
--Pretty good
That's right... Ppretty good
~ Flip the switch
You say your kids don't call enough?
Do they text every day?
--Multiple times. How wonderful
Multiple times a day... That's wonderful
You're not disabled; you're healthy and able
You've so much food, leftovers fill your table
You've got adorable kids and a wonderful wife
You've so much to be thankful for in life
When to complain, you get the itch
~ Flip the switch
If I were a millipede
- / Flip-Flops
The only thing I wanted was slippers
- / Flip-Flops
Five hundred pairs - you might think it's a lot
- / Flip-Flops
The best "doctor" for my tiny little feet
- / Flip-Flops
Let it be my greatest happiness
- / Flip-Flops
On the beach with lovely bathing water
- / Flip-Flops
Sun through my purple sunshine hat
- / Flip-Flops
I prefer the sweet taste of ice cream
- / Flip-Flops
Satisfaction prevents envy, soul or not -
It would be a floating summer symphony
filled with grains of sand, salt, sun
and a lot of Flip-Flops
24.08.2020
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Soul Slipper Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
4th place in the contest
Feminism,
Neo-Marxism,
Catastrophic cultural schism,
Rallying against the "patriarchy",
Waging social war by tweeting,
Against superficial enemies of the ideology,
Submission through guilt and gender supremacy power,
Cracking down the whip to make challenger's cower,
Upheaving the meritocratic system to rule in ivory towers,
A pathogenic social construct toppling modern liberty in Western society,
Collecting mugs of discontent using male tears to shower,
Ruining husband's lives then demanding child support dower,
Ostracizing traditional gender roles and wedding vowers,
Endless rhetoric regurgitated fueling the dichotomy,
Opposers pay sanctioned blood apology,
New recruits sacrifice liberty,
Hell-bound progressivism,
Neo-socialism,
Feminism.
Crofts of humble
mute to grumble
What prods a heart to seek succor?
Fall to tumble
mind a’jumble
spayed fingers join to clasp in prayer.
Flipped to sober
fearless warrior
What tools to fight off plights of fear?
High to lower
wise the warrior
Gains strength and force in quiet’s calm.
Thank you Karen O'Leary...I'll send you
a picture of 'Flip', when I can get back into
Illustrator.:) You're a gentle and kind lady,
and very inspirational!!
Flip flops slip off slowly
My barefoot touches the warm sand
Cold waves crash against my body
I feel the hot sun on my legs
Smell of salt water is in the air
The ocean breeze lightly blows through my hair
Seashells sparkle covering the ocean floor
Tiny pepples hiding in the sand shine through
Sand shimmers in the sunlight
Waves crashing gently against the rocks
Suntan oil feels of silk, smells of coconut
flip flops, beach towels, sand castles, suntan oil,
sunglasses, beach balls, body boards, iced tea,
barefoot, straw hats, beach chair, umbrella,
volleyball, ice chest, margaritas, jimmy buffet,
the beach boys, boardwalk, lifeguard
sand, waves, seashells, rocks, sun, ocean,
hermit crabs, abalone shell, sea otters, whales,
dolphins, starfish, shark, sailboats, surfers,
cruise ships, fishing boats, scuba diving, wind
surfing, seagulls, high tide, sunset
The Deliberate Coin Flip
Wrote a letter to a longtime friend now dead,
asking about other side, what he could tell.
Please my friend, send me a signal if this read
and also let me know to postmark, Heaven or Hell.
Seven years passed, I received not a single word
although I thought I had got several hints.
The was this strange late night squawking bird
that beat on my new car leaving bad dents.
Finally it came, a deep voice asking me this,
why on earth are you still waiting there?
I died, we all are taken right on to heavenly bliss
you should come, leave your worries and cares.
Confused, I asked why he had not replied before
answer came back, "your letter you never sent".
Now that innocent reply my heart it deeply tore,
truly I had not known where his soul had went.
I shot back, friend the postmark you did not tell
so in my usual deliberation I flipped to see.
If tails its heaven and if heads its depths of Hell
now fate is the culprit, certainly its not me.
Now I find its always heaven and you want me to now join
And just to think, I did deliberately use my two-headed coin!
R.J. Lindley
Aug. 9th, 1982
Note- A little humor tossed in, written 7 years after my buddy had died in 1975. He would have laughed and loved it. Guy told the best jokes I've ever heard, he knew hundreds and hundreds of them. Drunker we got, the funnier it all was. If only to be young once again and also see my departed friend. Sometimes we must find a way to laugh so we don't cry.
From my private poetry journals.
Do not blame me, my muse picked this one to post. She claimed she had important people to go meet and I wasn't one of them.
If only to be young once again and also see my lost friend.
Tappita Tappita Tappita--CLICK
type it all before I spl it
Cogs snap ripping loose my switch
Reality tilted stilted about to pitch
Your about to meet my true inner B***H!
That filter between wrong and right
Losing focus clean outta sight...
thoughts all jumbled...it screws me all up when we fight
Here's a redbull...get your wings and hit the door;
Fly back to that half off dime store whore
F O U R YEARS nothing but a waste
Of my precious time breath and space
I want absolutely nothing more than to .break. your. FACE!
Do the cha cha on your heart; gather the tiny bits,
Feed them to you slowly like dip on a ritz.
Time to let the anger fade,
you were a sad blind phase...
part of the thrill seeker bad boy craze.
If I had a dollar for every dozen roses
given after every black eye, every time you made me cry.
I'd be able to buy and sell your soul
enough times to fill this seeping hole,
chipped and cracked in my heart...
I guess though it's time we part.
Before I change my mind and cross the killer line.
Hot sand and bare feet
A long way back to the car
Run fast as you can
More value is held
in it's probability
than it's currency.
Harmonica plays
man sings
All in an empty city
with a cup of change.
Flip-flop,flip-flop!
flip-flop,flip-flop!
a steady beating cadence
most annoying at times
whether from a distance
worse yet,when fast approaching
gives one cause to grit their teeth
until the noise moves on
becoming more and more silent
with each progressing
flip-flop,flip-flop.