Best Flip Flop Poems
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
Hot sand and bare feet
A long way back to the car
Run fast as you can
Flip-Flop
Spin a top
Feel a drop
Taste the rain
Weather Vane
What a pain
Dripping light
Falling bright
Wet tonight
Flip-Flop
©Copyright 2015. All rights reserved.
I've just re-read my poem
of a pessimism groan
and re-Mark ed to my self inside
"hey man, where's yr pride?"
"Yo, Why you giving up?
before You drink the cup?
You know you'll never find
Her again - so grind
Yr teeth with gnash and resilience
and go for broke with brilliance,
cause if you let Her go
You may not ever know
Why She intrigues You very so
or why the Moon doth glow,
or why You tingle at her teeth
and what might be lying beneath
those Eyes that give You chills
and that heart She nearly kills
and slays with just One look
(like tiny tremors shook)
So, Hey Man, just see what happens next
before getting too complex
Cause I think she digs you too
That Girl, Kinshala Blue..."
I lie in flip-flop half enlightened state, half asleep, half awake
Betwixt shut eye and shuttered eye peeping out half open slit.
Flipping and flopping not knowing which state is real, surreal or dream.
Can I choose the better take?
Can I choose the better outcome?
Consciousness held suspended, reality blurred, bizarre and fuzzy.
I don't want to wake up till I know how to tell dream from too true.
Time suspended, sand in hour glass goes up and down.
I'm floating aloft awaiting the pin prick
That will spurt, splurt, blurt and babble me back to stark reality
Like a picked balloon careers in chaos around a room.
Life, a mount, full of rage,
What a path, like a cage,
Earth, a ball, on the fish,
Mute and silence, wish
Slippy, fickle back, like a ray,
What a ride, milky way!
Fishy ball, on the horn
On the fish we all born.
A little history on this educational flip flop policy....
Grand old man Dr M introduced this educational policy....
Cos with his intuitive farsightedness ....
He saw English proficiency as a vital tool in search of tomorrow's knowledge...
Then the visionary Dr M handed the Primiership reins to Abdullah Badawi...
The infamous sleepy PM who diligently noted all issues arising...
And just as famously did absolutely nothing......
In riding on the crest of country wide popularity...
His Minister of Education reversed the English Language policy...
It has been 5 years since, English proficiency was surely on the rise...
Until the rascist buffoon heeded the loud protesting voices from small minds...
He flipped around Dr M's English Language in schools...
A popular political decision at the expense of holding back our youths of tomorrow......
Next came the current PM who did recognise the language of knowledge...
And in a bid to appease to growing swell of opposing views...
The education ministry proposed the soft landing approach...
Behold, all ye people, here is the Dual Language Policy.....
Parents give approval before a school offers a DLP English program...
Hohoho....
A wishy washy educational policy confusing everybody...
Doing a flip flop and muddling the language skills of students...
Undoubtedly English is the language of technology and knowledge...
Doubtfully will the educations policy emphasize the necessity to master this language...
do politicians
wear political flip flops
silly question
John G. Lawless
©7/13/2018
So I unintentionally started a forest fire while burning some leaves today. I caught my flip flop on fire and panicked then flung it down into the woods. The size 11 & 1/2 fireball soared through the air like it was launched by a midevil catapult....it landed directly in a pile of dry leaves and branches. By the time I did the one shoe hobble for the water hose and back I had a 3 alarm fire going. On a good note I have one extra flip flop from when I did the same thing last year.
A Flip Flop
Shuffling through the dandelions,
Partly hidden in the grass I find,
A little flip flop too soon worn,
Rushing spring, and all its signs.
A tiny girl playing hide and seek,
A doll under one arm, I saw her run,
Little feet got cold, even numb,
Oblivious, she was having fun.
I take the flip flop to her house,
Her mother thanking me so,
I hear a cough, see a wet dress hanging,
Little girl has her first spring cold.
a whole in one
a hole in another
if dissuade shoe fits
stick your foot in it
***
Seasonal writing may be fraught
with dreams that hip and hop,
feelings that flip and flop.
We want, of course, that which is not.
In crushing heat, chill winds must blow.
We write of cool, crisp days.
We write of warmer ways
when cold, and craft a camp fire’s glow.
Fall is a transitional thing
when the winds huff and puff.
Fickle, we cry “Enough!”,
and write of gentle, greening Spring.
So write away until no more
weather shapes fertile pens.
Leave the seasons to cleanse
our pens and let our musing soar!
Going barefoot feels fine at the time
and wearing shoes do too
but sometimes I need something light
something not quite so tight only sandals will do
going barefoot feels fine now and then
and donning boots do too
but sometimes I want something loose
something I can put to good use only sandals come through
sandals always do the trick
and of the pack I had my pick
but wish I knew what makes them tick
and get a handle on these my brand new sandals
they didn't cost a lot of money
but when I walk my feet sound funny
flip-flop flip-flop
my right goes flip my left goes flop
flip-flop flip-flop all day long until I stop
tho' they're really no good for running
I'm footloose and fancy-free
and if you hear a flip-flop coming
hey that'll be me
flip-flop flip-flop flip-flop flip-flop
FLIP-FLOP FLIP-FLOP FLIP-FLOP
GOING BAREFOOT FEELS FINE AT THE TIME
YEAH AND SHOES DO TOO
SOMETIMES I NEED SOMETHING LIGHT
SOMETHING NOT QUITE SO TIGHT
ONLY SANDALS WILL DO
OF THE PACK I HAD MY PICK
WISH I KNEW WHAT MAKES THEM TICK
AND GET A HANDLE ON
THESE MY BRAND NEW SANDALS
THEY DIDN'T COST A LOT OF MONEY
BUT WHEN I WALK MY FEET SOUND FUNNY
FLIP-FLOP FLIP-FLOP
WHEN I WALK MY RIGHT GOES FLIP MY LEFT GOES FLOP
FLIP-FLOP FLIP-FLOP ALL DAY LONG UNTIL I STOP
GOING BAREFOOT FEELS FINE NOW AND THEN
YEAH AND BOOTS DO TOO
SOMETIMES I WANT SOMETHING LIGHT
SOMETHING NOT QUITE SO TIGHT
ONLY SANDALS WILL DO
OF THE PACK I HAD MY PICK
WISH I KNEW WHAT MAKES THEM TICK
AND GET A HANDLE ON
THESE MY BRAND NEW SANDALS
THEY DIDN'T COST A LOT OF MONEY
BUT WHEN I WALK MY FEET SOUND FUNNY
FLIP-FLOP FLIP-FLOP
WHEN I WALK MY RIGHT GOES FLIP MY LEFT GOES FLOP
FLIP-FLOP FLIP-FLOP ALL DAY LONG UNTIL I STOP
THO' THEY'RE REALLY NO GOOD FOR RUNNING
I'M FOOTLOOSE AND FANCY FREE
AND IF YOU HEAR A FLIP-FLOP COMING
HEY THAT'LL BE ME
THEY DIDN'T COST A LOT OF MONEY
BUT WHEN I WALK MY FEET SOUND FUNNY
FLIP-FLOP FLIP-FLOP
WHEN I WALK MY RIGHT GOES FLIP MY LEFT GOES FLOP
FLIP-FLOP FLIP-FLOP ALL DAY LONG UNTIL I STOP
YEAH WHEN I WALK MY FEET SOUND FUNNY
FLIP-FLOP FLIP-FLOP FLIP-FLOP FLIP-FLOP FLIP-FLOP FLIP-FLOP FLIP-FLOP