Best 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
a limerick by Wayne Wysocki
The tortoise and hare had a race
But the rabbit came in second place
So the notion that speed
Makes the win guaranteed
Just isn't always the case.
Sticks
landing!
Crucial flaw -
cool critter flops
Ninja Warrior's cool million Pipe Dream.
*Pipe Dream is a Phase 3 American Ninja Warrior obstacle ~ so close, little guy ;)
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A rampant old bird called Caitlin
Prepared for a long night of sin
Bill made it his mission
And got in position
But sobbed when she asked ‘is it in’
Bill said you’ve no right to be fussy
You’ve got such a cavernous pussy
Let’s admit we are old
But we try to be bold
You were once a right little hussy!
Thanks to Chris Green for inspiration for the second stanza!
04~24~17
I once met an old bloke from Dover
Who fancied a roll in the clover
He popped a blue pill
But was floppy still
So he didn’t get his leg over!
07 10 17
blind date
home, straight!
Judy Konos' Footle
Hot sand and bare feet
A long way back to the car
Run fast as you can
The play was a dismal flop
She went to a coffee shop
She saw the villain
In act of killin'
Scrumming in the room nonstop
Flip-Flop
Spin a top
Feel a drop
Taste the rain
Weather Vane
What a pain
Dripping light
Falling bright
Wet tonight
Flip-Flop
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Sally met an old bloke from Bombay
They both fancied a roll in the hay
He whipped out his todger
All ready to Rodger
But his blue pills had run out that day!
11~20~16
I will become nothing and you will become everything
you may be right, you may be wrong
is it you or is it me?
in the palm of my hands and in the palm of your hands
who's destiny is it?
is it mine or is it yours?
a man's destiny lies within himself, not within another
so my brother, be free at last go on walking in your own path
drunk,and deadly car
who do you think you are,kid?
cops.i cant stand them
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.