"flim" poems
What a flim it is?
Just mindblowing
Sublime
Sublime
And sublime
The Extreme love
The Extreme Care
The Extreme Kindness
The years of Longingness
Vanished With in a second
Extermed Psunami
Brought out exteremed emotion
Just thought
To hold My papa
And mama
And To die next second..
But just had a responsiblity
And soon WILL I..
Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 12:20 AM UTC
a plain poem (the first time I came in you)
a plain poem, light and effervescent, a flim-flan tasting,
plein de absurde rimes, full of nonsensical rhymes,
a lattice of criss crossing pastry sugary lines, the ones,
cannot, struggle to deduce, induce, reduce
from my constipated vocabulary
oh well
~
*the first time I came in you,
entered, bidden welcome,
suffused a bridge between
the party of the first part,
the party of the second part,
sugar lightness airy nonsense,
two spirits dancing the singular
pas de deux of their finite lives,
a performance unbeatable,
unrepeatable,
lost to the perfection annals
Shockingly, Surprisingly, Summarily,
did not compose an ode,
don't mine a new vein of ore,
even write a plain poe poem
as best can recall,
at the candle melting of the
sealing wax of the deal,
gave an honest speech,
instantly falling fast asleep
with nary a grunted word
ever since l,
cannot write of plain love plainly,
so she makes me pay with a
new living elegant elegy daily,
a quatrain, what a pain,
this iambic panting meter
love poem writing
jeez louise,
how I wish could write of
roses red and violets blue,
get back to sleep,
oh well then,
back to work
got to make those sad moans,
hers, go away,
so please excuse me
near ten years later,
still paying the dues of the
initializing error of my way
she rumbles-mumbles in her
pre-awakening dream state,
so please excuse, got to go, think up
some implicated complicated
verses to soothe away
her simple poorly hidden anxieties
you see,
I am happy paying
on and on,
writing like the devil furious,
she is stirring, coffee soon,
cafe au lait
if you get my meaning,
but still cannot beat,
repeat, re-alive
that simple plain living poem notated,
when first I came in her*
<•;)
9/24/17 6:49am ~7:17am
Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 7:29 AM UTC
Let us begin in the factoring of gin where the malefactors and blaggards try hard not to show us a grin.
and begin.
Factor out taste and factor in waste in the factory, in any case nobody cares,and the gin could be anything from nappies to ****** toys for the big boys and pearls for the girls,but we call it gin.
and begin.
They're all scammers,flim flamming their way from the start to the end of each day and we pay,through the nose,for **** knows what,(a touch of soylent green),get your brains on toast,shin for sunday roast and the marketeers,new age buccaneers blow us out of the water,someone should have taught me how cruel this life can be.
and we begin.
Back in the factory buying up gin with a passion,the fashionistas get ****** on the fumes and the poor people are shown only crap filled back rooms where the gnomes sit to **** out, tomorrow we'll sit out in the sun,spit out what's home spun and make money from telling funny jokes to the poker faced liars and the gin filled flash buyers who have bought up our Christmas and resold it to China,
'and it's another fine mess dear Laurel,please pass me the bottle of 'mist chloral'.
'Why certainly' said Stanley who seemed ever so manly in the valley when the dolls had gone home.
Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 5:31 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
wake to
people walking
home from after hours kegger
cheeks red
holding their heels
swinging handbags
brazen voices pierce through holey
screen to fitful
half sleep state
next to an acrid smelling
guitar player
i
stir
and
put on
my coat
decrepit door
c r e a k s on worn hinges
sneak through filthy kitchen
littered with plastic cups
reeking of stale sweat
poured
tequila
shot
abandoned
along with sliced
lime and salt shaker
companions
marijuana inspired chords
l i n g e r
in the air
take my bottle of Jack from the freezer
dare not drink water
from
the
tap
though head pounds
just put on sun
glasses
taking flim-sy
strides to
fair trade
sit outside in an iron chair
the art on the walls burns my eyes
adj
usting
2 days *****
shirt
the barista brings
a hot soy latte
with cinnamon
sprinkled on top
thanks- i say
she doesn’t respond
smoke a cig found in my
purse
who was smoking 27’s?
give a homeless man a
quarter on the
way back to my
car
he takes it says
god bless you
the strokes play through
cassette player
it’s too loud
before noon
don’t buckle seatbelt
on east wash
capital disappears
from rearview mirror
until road becomes
hwy 151
and it
vanishes behind
a hill
like i was never here
Mar 21, 2012
Mar 21, 2012 at 4:25 PM UTC
But let's forget
About those meaningless worries
And jump into a river
We could go skinny dipping
As the sun melts off the side of the earth
Forget regret
And hold my hand, I know its cold
Ill calm your shivers
And warm your lips
As the trees turn to intricate silhouettes
Just pretend
we're wild & free; like they say we should be
We'll poison our little livers
With laughter and loss of cares
As we become more forgetful about tomorrow
Or the next
Day. Tonight, just me and you will
Drift, together, downriver
As glass bottles float around us, enclose us
Neglect the
Natural enquiries of how late it is
Or that it's getting darker
As we drown in eachothers presence
I recommend
You let yourself be decieved
And flow downstream. We slither
Softly bumping limbs underwater "accidentally"
Don't defend
Yourself. I know we aren't in love
But could we act it? I'll deliver you kisses
as we sink
Deeper into
The depths of a pretended plot
Of an olden day flim, where the girl gives her
Spontanious side a chance;
And the boy plays his part.
Apr 12, 2013
Apr 12, 2013 at 6:09 AM 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
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
This flim maker,
this idol, this obsession,
to be like him,
better then him.
He is why I write to you, to practice.
Quentin Tarantino, if I could meet with him and speak, that would be a dream come true. But to direct a flim with him, to share a piece of his magic with me and I learn... that would be the wish of my life. I want to be better then his genius mind in flim... but thats a pipe dream. To me there is no one greater not even myself. Its not about money to me, its about people seeing my vision and sharing it with as many people as possible on a huge scale. Then one day the money will be there, till then he will just be the god in my eyes
Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 3:52 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
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
As you step out of your cage
Erase the rage
guzzle the sorrow
Swallow the flame
Act calm
And claim the” fine”
Spread the smile
Hide your dust pile
Un fold your spirits
Paint your stony pith
Crush the grim
never record a flim
smite the drama
conceal the devil
in your moist eyes
let it fly
orcry
or dry
or die .
Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 10:50 AM 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
/:\
\:/
•
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
Frequently,
a reminder appears,
an app zap,
It's a good time to check your posture!
arrives with precise
ir~regularity,
when I,
couch prone
neck bent,
spine most unfine,
not in a good way,
it somehow knows,
which way my toes are curling
Got me a weighted vest,
to help me
grow down
straighter,
but realized,
already had one,
whole life long,
with the weights
maldistributed,
too heavy,
and the curvatures
of spine and line
was what made me
so unattractive,
were curved
with hard bad work
over decades,
Yes. Way to Late,
To be undone,
I Is What I
have become
undone by design
*but I write not of my physicality, but
of mental posture, of my integrated thoughts,
the integrated consciousness of a lifetime of thoughts.
deeds, desires, fires started and extinguished, acts summary,
as zeroes and ones, binaurally coded in my treasury of memory cells,
edited by time, seasoned illusions, shame, with no recompense,
totals of entirety and the totality of the net net of gains,
losses, courages ******* sticking points that
unraveled by self~disassembling
and the stench of actions untaken
make me a bent soul, by ineffectual
posturing, flim~flam, and eventually
the reminders to check my posture cease and desist*,
with no word of farewell,
nor a pose left behind
<…>
Jul 19, 2025
Jul 19, 2025 at 2:48 PM UTC
A Flim consoled me
They doesn't talked to me
But they comforted me
Sometimes GOD would help us
Even through flims....
Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 11:42 AM UTC
( )
/( ) \
( )
( )
<<<<<<<<< (( )) >>>>>>>>>
0 0
•
Long long storyline
Everybody
Comin along
To the end of time
WE WERE STRONG
|~~~~|
Somebody said
Ain't enough to go around
Gotta cut somebody out
Gotta just let them
Fall down
And we said Okay
Threw our souls away
GAVE UP OUR STRENGTH
••••••
Let the images fade
Let the meanings change
Till our love meant nothin to nobody at all
••
••
Here
The twilight of song
The flim - flam folly
Of the drunken shame
WE GAVE UP OUR TRUE NAME
For nothin more
Than fool's gold
To buy a night with the *****
And here we are
:::///:::
It's just a long long storyline
A busted tale
We said
Leave the weak behind
It's alright
Just to watch them die
And they died
Yes we die
In each other's Eye
As we die
In each other's Eye
Watching them die
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 10:16 PM UTC