Long Flappy Poems
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Dear daughter,I know you tired,
Yeah,you think I got you fired,
You worried why I havent brought you,
To planet earth and grow you,
It isnt my fault please,
Am looking for the best mum with ease,
Who will cherish and give you care,
And cover you with warmth when bare.
I want a mom full of sense,
A father figure in my absence,
A role model as you grow,
One with love blood flow,
A mother with visions,
Not one with complete fictions,
She will smoke only fish,
And drink milk when fresh,
Your mum will never be a slay queen,
She will always care for you with keen,
She will be a down-to-earth,
Hers will be a fresh breath,
Rather than the slayed one of fermentation,
And milk full of contamination,
As long as I am in control worry less,
Your dad is trying regardless.
Your mum’s milk gourds will be intact,
Admirable and full infact,
I need not flappy ones,
Hanging like bladder earphones,
The gourds opening should be pointed,
Untatooed,unsupported,and unpainted,
This is the extra mile am taking,
To see you safe and healthy growing.
Just a matter of time,
Am bringing her anytime,
I found one of a kind,
She is so natural like a rubindi,
Hers is natural elegance,
Soon she will carry you with fragrance,
And nine months later,
You will see your dad better,
Daughter please,bear up with me.
Poet Igweee
My form of sonnet modified(Holy Spirit).
Now it entails; An Acrostic form with the rhyme scheme aabbcdeeffcdgg. Enjoy!
'HE TWO CHERUBIMS
'Hewn out of mystery,
Endowed with scary physiognomy.
Tensed with eyes and flappy wings
Winning heart-dexterity-often stings.
Owning the shield of Alpha's eyes
Carressing the depth of omega's might.
Heralding six wings and four qualities.
Eloping from eagle's to veil's obscurities.
Ruling of high handedness of his train.
Under the wave of the creator's reign.
Moistured with veils in which they flies.
Inwardly a darkness,abhorring the creator's sight.
Messangers of peace-that did honour raise.
Seraphims' Juniors-lifter of his praise.
17:28:08:11:20
On that day my soul grew happy;
The amusement brought such sorrow;
It was flappy;
You warned me about the Pizarro;
I heard a golden, funny pulling;
But in the fact that it was buzzing;
And its eyes have all the hollering;
With such a passion for collaring;
Off the eleven story building working laborer, fell on my head;
Ah!! falling, falling, falling, falling, no safety fallen down dead;
I heard a golden, funny pulling;
But in the fact that it was buzzing;
And its eyes have all the hollering;
With such a passion for collaring;
The world thought that this was just to funny;
They placed my body underneath the corner of the building!!
Some days, I suffer enraptured
No scornful arrow can reach so high
Flappy angels think me a spy
For what reason, why?
Is it wrong to be this happy before I die
Or should I just watch life pass me by
Too deliriously sad to offer a smile?
They just flapped and stared a while
Unable to reconcile
Then flew away
With aught more to say
But now I'm sad
And sinking fast
And maybe even a bit mad
That angels, or anyone, could think that way
And how I let them ruin my day:
Giving their flappy opinions-
Too much sway
Oh, well-
At least I've shattered dreams-
And bills to pay!
What was I so happy for anyway?!
I've got a headache
I think I'll find a place to lay
Or go jump in a lake
I bet those flappy wings were fake
And those halos: wire and 'Papier-Mâché'
Enter Your Plea
All rise for the honorable judge,
some pimply-faced wiener-teen
with a computer mouse for a gavel,
a keyboard for a bench
and the whole world is on trial.
Welcome to the millennial's millennium
1000 years of cyber-bullying
sworn over oath of the holy Facebook
to rain down judgment from above
like precision guided twitter turds.
Any minor misstep makes you a target,
bully-proof vests will spare no one
for Punk-tilious is his name
and ruthless forum flaming is his game
(well, it’s that or Flappy Bird.)
Let all give ear, as he doles
expert opinion on politics, science,
sociology, psychology, and every other –ology
from his sweat-stained easy chair
in his parent’s basement. OMG WUT!??
ORDER! Order in the court,
20 million likes and three times the shares,
a jury of my peers has found
me guilty of contempt…
perhaps rightly so!
07/19/15
There’s an old joke, “Procrastinate now, because
the sooner you fall behind, the longer you’ll have to catch up.”
Ha ha.
While a lot of students around here, even the good ones,
are procrastinators, I’m a diagnosed pre-crastinator.
I obsess over syllabuses and start things immediately.
I've got rough drafts of things due three months from now.
I’m a planner. Leisure time makes me itch.
I say that to say this, I’m reaping my rewards.
There’s a palpable layer of fret in the air.
Everyone's (the seniors) talking about their theses,
and how they need to start it—first thing yesterday.
I just listen, playing Flappy Bird on my phone, because I’m done.
When my professor handed my thesis paper back the other day,
he said, “This is good.” At first, I was delighted, quietly rocking it inside.
Then I floundered, becoming somewhat indignant. Why’d he sound surprised? Because I handed it in a little (80 days) early?
But soon enough, I was back to happiness.
I’ll have to defend it one day, but I’ll go first, wait and see.
Shall we wax poetic?
I’m like the sea, always restless
and I enjoy the flavor of honest effort.
I dub snark, and the little, jealous glances,
I blunt them with chey smiles, while thinking,
I’ll row my boat, and you row yours—just a little slower.’
Let them whisper me freakish
though I win a thousand crowns,
the real pleasure lies in my gun slinger’s sang-froid,
to finish the commission first and be the best.
.
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Songs for this:
Let Me Down Easy by Gang of Youths
Let Me Go by CAKE
So, you turned on the news,
and it gave you the blues,
and you almost hurled,
at who's leading the free world,
and your teeth are grit tight,
on explosive dynamite,
and the world's so sad,
and you're feeling bad,
and you have drowning fears,
in the flooding of your tears?
Well...
Cheer up buddy!
Don't do nothin' rash.
Take your flattened feet,
and do the splash!
Chickens are doing it
for miles around!
They're all doin' it
to the bawk b'bawk sound.
You say, you're not a chicken -
you're a duck?
Don't be thinkin'
you're out of luck.
You've got flappy feet -
tap out a rhyme!
Soon you'll be splashin'
in chicken time.
Whenever I'm thinking
WTF,
I think like a chicken
or a duck,
and I dance to the hit
that's a smash.
I get down and do
the Chicken Splash.
Young ones, old ones
Always seem to know ones
How many good friends do you have?
Happy ones, flappy ones
Indecisive chatty ones
Spending hours talking on the phone.
Forget the ones who bore you
Quite often ignore you
Unless there’s something in it for them.
Friends to watch a film with
Dance the night away with
Lending you their shoes and new red shirt.
Kind ones, wise ones
There when times are hard ones
Never leaving you on your own.
Friends to share a cake with
Friends to stay awake with
Talking all night about the guy next door.
Sad pals, mad pals
Up to no good gals.
How much fun did we have?
So here’s to the best ones
The always can be bothered ones.
Thank you one and all.
Now, before my sister
feels cheated
I have to drop for her
some lines belated!
You are his honourable
TQ
The reason he left the
others on the queue!
As into matrimony you
go,
Peace and subtlety you
go with I know!
You are his honourable
TQ
The reason he left the
others on the queue!
The things that make
him in you happy
I pray will not by HIS
grace become flappy!
You are his honourable
TQ
The reason he left the
others on the queue!
Your best behaviours
and religion
Made him stay by you
far like a legion!
You are his honourable
TQ
The reason he left the
others on the queue!
Celestially destined you
are for him
Terestrially forever
you will be with him!
You are his honourable
TQ
The reason he left the
others on the queue!
Space and time again
will hamper I
So, I have to stop with
a teary eye!
You are his honourable
TQ
The reason he left the
others on the queue!
Barakah and Sakinah to
him you shall be
Aljanat, not hell to you,
he shall be!
You are his honourable
TQ
The reason he left the
others on the queue!
There once was a woman named aptly Snappy T.
Happy, tappy and zappy as a rappy dappy me.
Diligent and hardworking as a slappy bumblebee.
The envy of most, also proud owner of a nappy chickadee.
Friends and admirers loved to watch out for little Snappy T.
She was a favorite in the city so, lappy, zappy, free.
Pollyanna delightful, and pretty, a flappy, clappy she.
She wore exotic dresses cut low into their dappy, happy vee.
Snappy T was the talk of the town, a poet and sweetpea.
People spoke of her exploits, and her pappy lappy monkey.
His name was Mr. Jappy, as grizzly ugly as could be.
But he loved his mistress – appy, dappy, glappy Snappy T.
Her reputation went viral, this media darling slappy Snappy T.
A wonderful influencer on Snapchat for her vappy zappy chi.
People loved her advice, she did not charge them a pappy mappy fee.
She retired with eighteen million. Being kind was the mappy dappy key.
Men fought over who would love her the most, loving Snappy T.
Women wanted to be her, imitating her for that was zappy free.
Her grandma made her a bride’s dress, with a clappy princess Z.
She was the talk of many generations, this gorgeous Snappy T.