"flam" poems
Can't see the forest for the trees
Blinded by specificity
Laser sight for **** I don't need
Lending from my sanity
On cranium spending sprees
For all things that should not be
Store them all so perfectly
Like they're treasured figurines
A preserved psyche crazy hard to free
Carbonite Han Solo in deep freeze
No Leia to barter for release
Huttese wont work, no trip to Tatooine
Vader breathing disturbs my sleep
Palpatine "do it" on repeat
My Empire Strikes Back with relative ease
To quash anything that provides relief
Cos I'm not okay, but I am
Film flam tryna find who I am
Hell in a disenchanted dance
All my chemicals romance
Distorting where I began
Never quit, my only plan
Exhausted but here I stand
Hoping soon I'll understand
Why I feel so ****** repeatedly
'Cause red is the new black speaks to me
A funeral for a friend harming me
Bring a celebrant for my old psyche
Now bend my arms to look like wings
So I can fly free from that part of me
'Cause I buried it deep so purposely
It can stay stuck there for eternity
Jul 4, 2023
Jul 4, 2023 at 5:05 AM UTC
they said we fall in love at 2 a.m
when you and i fight with our demons
and spill out our swear words
they said we fall in love at 2 a.m
when our problems are revealed
and our scars are redeemed
they said we fall in love at 2 a.m
when conversations starting to sprout
and promises starting to knock us out
and i left my last words at 2 a.m
when you slam the flam
and that night you feel ashamed.
Jan 30, 2019
Jan 30, 2019 at 12:47 AM UTC
We, all yearn for that type that others likes.
To men, it's the trophy on their arms.
To women, it's the pretty man will all the charm.
And with both.
We find love might not be involved.
And when pushed for this truth.
We goes into self denial.
Many good looking people lives a insecure existence.
Even, they ponder if they are being used.
But many play the game of acting.
Especially , if money is a factor.
But, when pushed for truth to this comment.
We see self denial.
If women are called goldiggers.
Then men deserves to be linked to flim flam.
They both operates behind a plan.
And yes.
When pushed for truth.
We see self denial as prove.
Except, we can see beyond the facade.
We know, we all can't get our way.
Oct 11, 2012
Oct 11, 2012 at 9:07 PM UTC
You're long overdue,
as if you ever knew the time,
time for you meant something to do,
somewhere to go,
but not something to be.
Is it goodness and mercy?
oh mercy it's not,
the bubble you sit in
is the one that will pop, but
it bothers me that what I see are
the rip-off merchants
collecting kudos for even bigger
flim-flam, ten cent men,
for the
cheats
and the deadbeats,
the tax dodgers,
those who make and won't pay, those
who make and just take it away,
the fraudsters
who love to lord it and
I'm really getting bored with it.
For you there's a reckoning due
and not before time.
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 3:13 AM UTC
words.
i just
love
them.
big ones,
little ones.
just love them
they are like
honey on my lips,
poprockz candy to my
brain.
they crackle and fizz:
igniting,
exciting,
vibrating,
reawakening...
synapses too quiescent;
jiggling,
wiggling,
slapping,
trappin,
thoughts....
caught snoozin and napping;
flip flopping
flim flam-ing
photograph
framing...
opinion only halfway dressed;
jitterbuggin,
jiving,
striving
sometimes conniving....
fighting for a voice;
half formed,
brainstormed,
uninformed,
spoken on a baited breathe,
giggle, gaggle,
gobbledegook...
given egress;
hornswoggle,
bing bang boggle,
lolloping through....
galumping,
triumphing,
tree stumping....
both
me
and
yoohoo
too!!!
zip
it,
zinger
coming
on
thru.
my
mind
a
veritable
word
zoo
where i
graze
and nibble
and
nab
a
theasuarus
or
2
.....
words.
i just
love
them.
.
Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 4:14 PM UTC
The name of that small town
The name of that small town I will never reveal,
I have courage and strength to fight this nasty war
That keeps me captive in darken dreams,
I know the words of he who hunts me,
I see the butterflies screaming while they fly
Deep into the night skies, I will always follow
The golden light that shines deep into my eyes.
In this small town, I know so well,
The people tries so hard to give me a life of hell,
They go around town lighting their lamps,
While an old man rings the town church bell,
I can hold my breath in my lungs,
Just as they can, So, what makes them think
They are better than me?
I can reach deep into the sea floor,
I can even dance upon on the sand,
My words are strong yet smooth,
In this small town, there is so much hate,
It’s hard for many to keep faith,
I have reasoned with many about their dark ways,
Oh, how the haters eyes stayed on me while they cried,
While they drowned their souls in more lies,
They would stalk out my life
Trying to shame my name,
With time, I would see their bodies float on the surface of the sea
Into darken dreams they weep,
My heart is strong when I walk into the streets
Of the small town that weeps,
They always talk about me and call me so many names,
In their eyes are the envy of true jealousy,
But my heart is soft enough to sense the murmuring
Of the crying skies, that hold the gloom of late June,
Where the white stage is made for me to walk,
While the old small town do their talk,
Hang her up they would say,
While they cast stones to break my bones,
My feet are swift to flow the tears that fall to my feet,
I would walk while they cry out into the rain of pain,
They would no longer call out my name in shame,
But they would ask me to stop the pain,
The mountains are lit with the glowing flames
Of the fire the haters made,
My footsteps no longer felt the burns,
The words of my hates of the small town only echoes
Into the flam, the shadows of the night creeps on into my life,
In this small town, I had returned,
But I will never reveal the name of the small town that given
Me so much heartaches, while the fools surround me,
Casting their stones,
they relentlessly Waite to see if I would fall,
but I stayed strong through it all,
silence became a friend out into the crying wind,
Oh, my own jealous sister why tell lies?
Why do you try to be me? If I am all that bad,
Your jealousy hold evil to me,
Much has been lost between us,
We are sisters but we act like strangers,
You always try so hard to cast danger my way
While you play your games on the highway,
I am brave and I will always keep my faith,
I am enough to hold true love in my soul from long ago.
Poetic Judy Emery © 1978
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 6:41 PM UTC
Part I
They say death comes in threes
I say pain is apart of reality
Looking at my homies
On the block guzzin' forties
And toting a glocks
On the look out for flaks and punk *** cop
****** ain't no stranger
Nothing but danger
Where I'm from deep in the slums
Ya find killers to drug dealers
Hoes and hoochie quick to give up the *******
They try to throw something to eat
But I don't bite I just watch and write
About the real.shit I see and feel
Keep my pistol concealed
So when my enemies lurkin' me
The last thing they gone see
Is a nice chromed nine shined
Blind Cuz I catch em off guard
Turned there vehicles into an open casket yea I'm drastic
I hate to see my own in plastic
But I gotta do what I gotta do
Its the life of a **** brotha
My heart has no fill so i feel no pain
Razor in my teeth herringbone as a neck chains
Made of gold times is growing old
Friends turn to foes
Looking for me but can't find me
Even though I'm right in front of me
Once im.in the dark I gather my best thoughts searchin for peace
In many ways
Hopin' for better dayz
Part II
And to all.my homies doing time
Hold ya head high to the sky
Cuz we know half of ya serving is a lie
Hard to support family
When ya sittin' in the penitentiary
society is a flim flam
Got **** how many brothers they gone lock up ?
The ***** *** system been corrupt no abrupt
After brothers the color of me
But if I **** another like me
I get praises silently from white society
And they won't care
If ya poor and on ya last dime
And do a crime
Not for the love of it
But to support his broken family
But media labels ya a culprit
Dangerous and the biggest threats
Are our cops letting the drugs drop
in the first place Miss the case
**** the judge They all gotta grudge
Against skin colored like me
I ain't a suckas I'm the black machavielli
In time I will rise no need to open my eyes
Cuz my third eye vigilant
Soon to be a retaliation for all the incarceration for scorning Black nation
Comin' with me violently we moving silently
With our clenched fist raised
Eradicatin' evil
Searchin' for better days
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 12:05 PM UTC
We're squeezed in a topsy-turvy
Screw-ball world;
What's upside is down,
What's inside is out;
Your smile's a frown,
Your whisper's a shout,
And the flim-flam man
Just pitched a curve.
We're headed to second
After rounding third,
And first is stolen;
This game's absurd.
So, I gather up my bat and ball,
I've read the writing on the wall,
I've turned, running for home.
We've been tagged on bad calls.
We were safe, but now we're out,
Exiled, banished, conflicted, confused,
There's nothing good on the news.
The umps and refs have all been turned,
We've been benched,
We've been spurned.
Behind me,
Someone calls out,
Play Ball;
Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 12:15 PM UTC
crocodile tears fall
toddler learns deception
flim-flam at age three
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 12:30 AM UTC
I could pretend to be anything I decides too.
But in the end the through would soon emerge.
I could imagine, in my mind things I am.
Except, I rather be me.
A con artist showcases only his skills of manipulation.
The same skills that a flim flam man have.
Whether it's a doctor, a lawyer or a businessman.
Except, I rather be me.
Scheming never gets you anywhere.
Except for fooling people in life.
Who was fooled by the mirage?
What you see in me?
Is truth.
What you see in them?
Is a fool.
Who couldn't be me?
What I achieve to be?
Is based on my determination.
And once I succeed.
Then I bet they would rather be me.
Feb 17, 2013
Feb 17, 2013 at 8:43 AM UTC
Evil is innocence
unspeakably betrayed
as it laughs at it’s partner
about the deal that was made
Apr 15, 2023
Apr 15, 2023 at 7:24 PM UTC
Sail away with me today my love
And make love under the stars
Mid-winter Nordic dawn becomes
A Flam frozen train to paradise
Sail away with me tonight my love
And make love under the stars
Mid-winter Nordic dawn becomes
A fjord of fog bound waterfalls
Sail away with me tomorrow my love
And make love under the stars
Mid-winter Nordic dawn becomes
A slip-sliding memory of closeness
Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 8:16 AM UTC
The name of that small town
The name of that small town I will never reveal,
I have courage and strength to fight this nasty war
That keeps me captive in darken dreams,
I know the words of he who hunts me,
I see the butterflies screaming while they fly
Deep into the night skies, I will always follow
The golden light that shines deep into my eyes.
In this small town, I know so well,
The people tries so hard to give me a life of hell,
They go around town lighting their lamps,
While an old man rings the town church bell,
I can hold my breath in my lungs,
Just as they can, So, what makes them think
They are better than me?
I can reach deep into the sea floor,
I can even dance upon on the sand,
My words are strong yet smooth,
In this small town, there is so much hate,
It’s hard for many to keep faith,
I have reasoned with many about their dark ways,
Oh, how the haters eyes stayed on me while they cried,
While they drowned their souls in more lies,
They would stalk out my life
Trying to shame my name,
With time, I would see their bodies float on the surface of the sea
Into darken dreams they weep,
My heart is strong when I walk into the streets
Of the small town that weeps,
They always talk about me and call me so many names,
In their eyes are the envy of true jealousy,
But my heart is soft enough to sense the murmuring
Of the crying skies, that hold the gloom of late June,
Where the white stage is made for me to walk,
While the old small town do their talk,
Hang her up they would say,
While they cast stones to break my bones,
My feet are swift to flow the tears that fall to my feet,
I would walk while they cry out into the rain of pain,
They would no longer call out my name in shame,
But they would ask me to stop the pain,
The mountains are lit with the glowing flames
Of the fire the haters made,
My footsteps no longer felt the burns,
The words of my hates of the small town only echoes
Into the flam, the shadows of the night creeps on into my life,
In this small town, I had returned,
But I will never reveal the name of the small town that given
Me so much heartaches, while the fools surround me,
Casting their stones,
they relentlessly Waite to see if I would fall,
but I stayed strong through it all,
silence became a friend out into the crying wind,
Oh, my own jealous sister why tell lies?
Why do you try to be me? If I am all that bad,
Your jealousy hold evil to me,
Much has been lost between us,
We are sisters but we act like strangers,
You always try so hard to cast danger my way
While you play your games on the highway,
I am brave and I will always keep my faith,
I am enough to hold true love in my soul from long ago.
Poetic Judy Emery © 1978
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 6:29 PM UTC
Apologies to Dr. Seuss
I am The Donald, The Donald I am
And not like any other man
I’m living large out on the stump
In this house of cards I am the Trump
Little Marco and Big Ted Cruz
Punched me hard to make me lose
They did not know I cannot bruise
I am the Donald, The Donald I am
Withstanding every media pan
The party of Lincoln, the party of Reagan
They’re on their knees and now they’re beggin’
Please, please, Dump the Trump
To them I say harrumph, harrumph
For I am The Donald nobody’s chump
I dish it out lump after lump
And when at last the votes are counted
And protests left and right are mounted
I’ll still be here still standing tall
Because I’m just too big to fall
Be it Crooked Clinton or ****** Bernie
I’m on the phone to my attorney
Cause you all know I’ve got the loot
And Trumps the card that beats a suit
I am Donald, The Donald I am
Known to all as the Flim-Flam-Man
Jeff Moredock…almost the Ides of March
Aug 29, 2016
Aug 29, 2016 at 11:07 AM UTC
Excuse me.
Don't accuse me.
And never try to use me.
For that would be too much to take.
As the French might say.
qui s' ex-cuse s' ac-cuse.
In Enlish words of honesty.
He who excuses himself accuse himself.
The flim flam man play the game.
Of saying what she wants to hear.
And when she reeled in with his words.
That's when he disappears.
He that use.
Gets accused.
All because they the ones behind the abuse.
As I would say.
A fool is born every day.
Except a fool doesn't let an idoit get away.
They realize there's a price to pay.
Sep 28, 2012
Sep 28, 2012 at 9:38 AM UTC
I am glad of who I am.
I celebrate my difference
From those who scam
And lie, without diffidence,
Meanwhile, they are godless
And worship Mammon
In the name of holiness;
A practice that is common.
Their sleepless nights
And bingeing on Mylanta
Belies their image of Santa;
Their self-created fantasy
Of being job creators
When the money they create
They keep, and put away
Into offshore banking states.
With no basis for pride.
They can’t celebrate
About what they are,
They can only prevaricate;
Hire companies to help them
To look us in our eye,
Smile in thousand dollar hairdos
And capped teeth then lie.
Not I. My armor is truth,
Saying what and who I am
And letting others know
Their postures are flim-flam!
And as long as they make money
Nothing is commendable but wealth;
They joyfully create a culture
Where there is pride in stealth.
Oct 18, 2017
Oct 18, 2017 at 12:41 AM UTC
I have had lives in a day dry and fade, yet they bade me to stay in the amber forever where whatever is real isn't so
I had to go on the programme which jammed all the flim flam and what did it leave me?
holes in my head ,and my memory believe me, it's not worth the jag that you get from a bag and the brown golden town where you think that you sleep and when you're down, there's no further to go,
you end up on the programme which jams all the flim flam.
The truth that we face is not the face that we wear when we're somewhere out there and locked up inside here
but it's the truth that we fear so we hide,I have lied with best of them,tried it on with the rest of them and hid away from the holy men.
Only now is the peace
only now the release.
Sep 24, 2013
Sep 24, 2013 at 2:36 PM UTC
Gather my children
Said the man in a school
I know what is good
And I know how to live
The definitive difference
Between right and wrong
There is truth in war
And lies in a song
And there is injustice
That we can make right
and there is morality
Darkness and light
And I know what god wants
I know how the world should be
-well the wise man knows all of this
Is flim-flam philosophy
Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 11:52 PM UTC
It'll **** me in the end or
send me round the bend.
Some think I'm already there, around the
bend I mean.
But I have seen them come and go
the wide boys, cowboys, the
flim-flam men and just when I think
I've seen it all
I fall into a reservoir of happiness.
I am a mess
can't think straight,
I want to wait, but I can't find the time,
I want more glad
I want it and bad, but
I just can't wait.
It'll **** me in the end,
the wanting and the wanting now
but happiness is a bonus spin
the reels go random and I grin,
I've seen it all before on the
TV screens, in a hundred dreams,
on the one-armed man who
wants a coin to operate, but I
just can't wait my turn.
I adjourn to the bedroom where
I find some room which is my room
and I watch the blue moon which
is my moon and the new broom of tomorrow
will sweep these thoughts clean.
I know
I've seen it all before, but I wonder why
or how it is
that I always want some more
and I just can't wait.
Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 8:21 PM UTC
CANDLE FLAMES
Tell me not, who broken your heart,
Our future is the flame
That stands in-between,
night and day,
the row of pain another gave
golden, warm autumn leaves
are blowing down the streets
of darken dreams,
in our room are the candles of lost time,
where the past should have been left behind
but it keeps coming back
just to remind us,
that someone has come between is,
Oh, mournful cries that are left inside
Deep within our souls
A pain we hadn’t let go of,
The flame of a wild fire
That hasn’t been extinguished
The cuts are always near us
Marking away at our heart
Next to are window
Are the candles that was once lit,
They are now melted and bent
Because nothing has changed
The past remains;
Bring so much rain our way,
I don’t want to look back
at those sadden eyes;
they cut me deeper then you know
this old pain is getting out of control,
I can no longer take no more
I must let you walk out the door,
This saddens me,
But we know it is for the best
When I must look back
I recall the pain of those days
When I see the one that came between
You and me on that autumn day,
I told myself never again
I will let you come back in,
I lit my candle and let it burn
I watched the old flam danced around
Over and over
until the pain lifted from me,
I don’t want to turn back
So, I kept walking ahead
I know we must weep over what we made
In our own web of the bed;
Oh, how that old candle burn
The darkness has taken the best of us
And left our hearts wounded,
Now, I pray that better days
To come our way;
To let the wild flames,
burn even in the rain,
Oh, your love I honored more
That’s why I let you walk out the door.
Poetic Judy Emery © 2017
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 7:44 PM UTC
/:\
\:/
•
And
As the the ONE DAY offers
Itself
•
(ALL of itself)
•
AND --- YOU TOO --- ARE OFFERED
(All of yourself)
•
And the WHOLENESS of the story is revealed
••
Lo!
And the imagination
Is freed
From the chains of false and faulty Obligations
••
And
(Lo!)
Real people appear
From within the flim - flam and the deceit
••
And everything you ever wanted is offered freely
( as you offer yourself freely )
••
For every hand so many ******* appear
For every heart 1000 smiling faces
••
(For every YOU -- a ME)
•
And we are truly united
And the FOE is not feared
••
Do you really accept that EVIL has strength?
That love causes pain?
••
Do you debase yourself so
To
Hold such beliefs
That make you docile and weak?
••
Come !
It's easier to simply live truthfully
Trustingly
Generously
••
••
We are together forever
Our very presence
Does the eternal peace proclaim
Mar 19, 2014
Mar 19, 2014 at 5:39 PM UTC
CANDLE FLAMES
Tell me not, who broken your heart,
Our future is the flame
That stands in-between,
night and day,
the row of pain another gave
golden, warm autumn leaves
are blowing down the streets
of darken dreams,
in our room are the candles of lost time,
where the past should have been left behind
but it keeps coming back
just to remind us,
that someone has come between is,
Oh, mournful cries that are left inside
Deep within our souls
A pain we hadn’t let go of,
The flame of a wild fire
That hasn’t been extinguished
The cuts are always near us
Marking away at our heart
Next to are window
Are the candles that was once lit,
They are now melted and bent
Because nothing has changed
The past remains;
Bring so much rain our way,
I don’t want to look back
at those sadden eyes;
they cut me deeper then you know
this old pain is getting out of control,
I can no longer take no more
I must let you walk out the door,
This saddens me,
But we know it is for the best
When I must look back
I recall the pain of those days
When I see the one that came between
You and me on that autumn day,
I told myself never again
I will let you come back in,
I lit my candle and let it burn
I watched the old flam danced around
Over and over
until the pain lifted from me,
I don’t want to turn back
So, I kept walking ahead
I know we must weep over what we made
In our own web of the bed;
Oh, how that old candle burn
The darkness has taken the best of us
And left our hearts wounded,
Now, I pray that better days
To come our way;
To let the wild flames,
burn even in the rain,
Oh, your love I honored more
That’s why I let you walk out the door.
Poetic Judy Emery © 2017
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 8:11 PM UTC
As far as soul’s concerned
The most accurate combo
This is what I’ve discerned
Weakness, flam and limbo
Dec 28, 2022
Dec 28, 2022 at 10:26 AM UTC
*A connection atop the oceans circuitry ,
exchanging the tug of maritime electricity ,
moving into dawn , at mercy of the undertow ,
within the timpani flam of inquisitive waters
slamming the morning shores
Receiving her fury and knowledge
from the sea oat ridge
Connecting the bridges of unsure men* ..
Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 11:18 AM UTC
There’s a sad air that resides here, it came when the rain began it’s long spell
It sits with me as a ghost, an old friend that I have forgotten about
It sits with me by candlelight, and watches the flam flicker along with me
Curious it wanders across my room, looking at old relics of happier memories, wondering were it all went
The low hum of the roof being caressed by the rain, it is the only sound I wish to raise my head towards
Outside I look towards the woods, and I see the faint color of faded green
From the slips of my window blinds, I can observe the world with a faint smile
As the night begins to set, the rain is still blessing us with its presence
So I sit with another candlelit moment, as the ghost and I read our stories, to escape the world we breathe in now
Now the morning has come, and I’ve seemed to run out of candles
The ghost weary from its restless slumber, as am I
Another day it seems has come to fruition, another one with the smell of rain
As if the world is on a cycle, or merely my mind has begun to bleed reality, into my own dreams
Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 11:35 PM UTC