awkward always alone Allie
bragged boastfully to baby Bertie Bill
clearly clarifying club-footed cloven Callie
deliberately deciphering dairy dung in Dickie Dill
easing eager Edgar’s electrifying entry
forever forsaking flim-flam’s frequent flam
greasing gray grannie’s gentle gentry
hardily helping herself to Harry’s hottish ham
KEEP FIVE ALIVE
It’s a five pointed star
Not the simplest by far
As thoughts are left ajar
But for naught except Blahblah
Just that one last hurrah
They call it a pentagram
Sceptical is what I am
With all that flim flam
Rejecting the glitz and glam
You’re not a witch ma’am
Anxiety I try to quell
Nothing ever seems to gel
Please don’t cast a spell
You know that very well
Otherwise, just go to Hell
Convivial convict corrected coquettish cop
Deliberately daring her other shoe to drop
Energetically engaging her to listen to him
Frisky foolhardy flim-flam-man with extra flim.
Plus ou moins
I have a nasty cold
That doesn't want to go away
I am also all congested
There is a lot of flam
Coming out
From my mouth
I am trying to clear my through
Yes I already had my breakfast
Early in the morning
Raising bran, boiled eggs
And a banana
Now I am going to sleep
All day
At noon I got up
I made myself a hot toddy
Tea, lemon, and honey
And I went back to sleep
I was also sweating like crazy
Yes I am also very tired
The consistency of mystery
Drenched in it's simplicity
Wrought with what would seem to be
To our participants complacency
For a golden opportunity
A trick our minds eye think they see
If not thought through quite logically
A flim-flam conjured carefully
Too easy to take willingly
For those grasping at something free
Fruit hanging low on fabled tree
So true it is too good to be
To test human morality
When seeking answers desperately
In a place that's not quite fair.
A prince of the air.? As well; as of realty, a younger twig to whom
Some proffer fealty.. Has gotten much attention in a
Certain area; thing..While Julians life is upon the scales.! Will some changes ring?? These scales
He owns in part, as he sits on Wales..Incumbent royal' a
People leader.? Advocate of fairness or just w e f pleaser??
Flim Flam
the hero man
sold his story
and away he ran
From Hanoi to DC
before swamps could be drained
karma would catch him
and rot out his brain
But the damage was done
in the Great Halls of power
as his bombs of war
the whole world did scour
So what is now left
when the hero has faded
same as it was
a nation all jaded
Clamoring to praise
what was clearly a fool
a spoiled near despot
the ultimate tool.
(8/25/2018)
I've listened to a lot of shallow words in my life
Words of empty meanings
Words that just Past time
Words that spark emotions
And words that mean nothing at all
I've listened to a lot of talk in my life
Talks about future events
Talks about things people want to do
None of those talks added up
None of those talks made a difference
I've listened to a lot of flam in my life
Flam about where people want to be
Flam about what their expectations are
Flam about what they expect of you
And flame about how they love you
Empty promises
Forgotten dreams
Morage of hope
Like Water in the desert
It doesn't last long
My friends have already revealed that I'm in loved with you
That's why I don't know what to do nor to say.
And so am I confounded as to how should I evade this ballyhoo
With no regret when I wake up early in the day.
It seems to me that you are yet unaffected
By the reverberations whispering in your ears?...
But if you'll only knock the portal of my heart unwavered
You'll discover that my heart for you wait and sears.
Others say... I am not perfect for you.
Others say... I am not the man you're looking for.
They may be right for making such comments like these
Comments, however, are not always impeccable and therefore, subject to error.
I may be a fool to love someone who cares not for me.
I may be a fool to choose someone who's not probably meant for me.
God knows how much I love you why don't you look back and see?
For the shadow of a man with sincerity and urgent plea!...
I wish to end this flim-flam jive
Because I don't think the concerned is blind
Why don't you show me the feelings that you hide
And make thine eyes sparkle again with pride!
I’m going for an angiogram
With slanted rhymes I state my plan
In verse and meter try to cram
My words with all that old flim-flam
Since Days when I lay in my pram
This ticker’s beat to master plan
Ticked off more than expected span
Now due rewind for tick tock scan
My next door neighbours: Stan and Pam
Eat only vegetarian
They chew, with cake holes full of yam
Eschewing lamb and ram and spam
But me, I’ll go for an Angio ‘cram’
That feeds my heart with special jam
Revealing truth on x-ray scan
To Doc Achan - cos he’s da man
So let’s hear it for the Angiogram
It tells what’s what in there, no sham
Like portrait by an old Dutch man
Displayed in Delft or Amsterdam
Then if for me it goes to plan
With prayer and blessed by God and man
And cardiology grand slam
My heart still pumping boom bang-a-bam
I spit poems onto a page with increasing velocity
bam, wham, dram, cram, jamb, bam, flam!
Feeling like the flim-flam man that I am,
I do not wait for responses
Not caring about any opinions but my own
The seasoned poets invariably understand
throwing down their own missives at incredible speed
Breaking the limit and the barrier, engrossed and enthralled.
We are word players, imaginations on fire,
muses all aglow.
The words fall into jumbled piles, worrying us not.
Flowery missives wink their petals at us,
But we are in the zone, not paying attention.
The poems slide, twirl, whirl, and pirouette.
One of them stops to pinch my cheek and call me “Charlie”.
It is more than enough to keep me happy.
my twin flame
dancing endlessly in the cold. radiating warmth and glow for the darkness seeking to settle around. i admired the flame warding off malice with such grace- allowing me to mirror its rhythm the best i could. my twin flame doesn’t burn out; the wick coiled around bonds protected by divine forces. cracking ever so slightly, my twin flam whispers promises of comfort and resilience.
this isn’t a match burning fast and bright. this isn’t a fireplace yearning for wood to consume. this is a supernova burning at its core. this light won’t end.
Something broke me into god damn flim flam
Seen enough to know the game is up, shut up
Drown down to the gravel level bottom shakes
Silence damaged COVID lungs like old movie remakes
This lovely poem is written in honor of my friend.
I will call her Diane, a friend dear to my heart.
It is not her name, but I am retaining her anonymity.
After her husband had an affair, it tore her apart.
This poem is actually in honor of him, the lying, snaking,
thieving flim-flam-flimity.
If I knew his name I would say it, loud and tall.
Both names and his city, outing him nicely, and easily, with femininity.
I have no loyalty or love for him after all.
Slap her, kick her, pinch her, beat her.
Slap her, whack her, kill her, cheater.
Get out of her life, once and for all.
If we friends catch you, you will surely bawl.
You’ve done more than your share, you horrible rounder, you waste of space.
Of hurting a whole family. Your darling children are crying.
Your in-laws pick up the pieces that you have thrown out of place.
She will do much better now, without your cheating and lying.
The Real Housewives
Sorry
Reality T.V Housewives
What's that all about
Happy Wife
Happy life
Jesus Christ
Thank God for Nannies
And Cleaner's
And Make up Artist's
Imagine any of these
Without the 3 R's to fall back upon
Rich's
Rrendering
Rhinoplastey
And a cheating Husband
All of the diamonds and all the plastic surgeons
Can't polish a turd
Even if it's covered in gold
Mutton dressed as lamb
Doesn't make a housewife
Real housewives are loved not built
Are Mother's
Not Reality Consumerist martyrs
Dressed in overpriced garters
With fake teeth
Fake smile's
Fake Boobs
And even faker marriages
With bleached and trimmed undercarriages
Slam
Sham
Film flam
Acting like there **** don't stink
Because they are so full of botox
They can't even blink
Can only be watched with the aid of a stiff drink
The mind boggles
How low can we go
Watch the show
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