Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Day: March 23, 2006

  • 20060323-New Keet

    Bugsy the parakeet came to our home today.
    He has purple and white feathers and jumps to play.
    Bugsy is very young his voice squeaked so lightly.
    I knew right away he would sing loud and brightly.

    Fat Budgie poked him away for coming too near.
    They won’t get along because Budgie’s not his peer.
    TC and her four kids were behaved as can be.
    They perched together and ate their parakeet seeds.

    His clipped wing feathers will grow each and every day.
    They will fly together but not too far away.
    They along fine but are tucked in for the night.
    I’ll see them tomorrow and hope they are alright.

    I welcome this new parakeet and hope he’ll stay.
    His makes me happy after others flew away.
    Bugsy’s tomorrow will be a new beginning.
    There are four females of friendship for his preening.

    Revised on 07-14-2006 at 04:24AM…

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060323-Simply Being

    I compose my blogs and edit more.
    My head, limbs and back would feel so sore.
    Everyday I would sit without fail.
    My efforts either take flight or sail.

    I give myself only two hours.
    One blog is finished like dusk flowers.
    I compose until the late of night
    or until there’s nothing left to write.

    I find I could do only so much.
    I try not to make life my old crutch.
    I learned to blog in ones month’s short time.
    I wrote poetry well with each rhyme.

    I learned much with my abilities
    through the open possibilities.
    It does not take too much to employ
    the innate skills to share and enjoy.

    My writing is my new found hobby
    and without the likes of a hubby.
    Close people don’t know of these passions
    instead they buy the latest fashions.

    The world is full of hopes, tears and fears.
    My life has been filled with joy and cheers.
    Life’s moments are in the here and now.
    Good people warms as one would allow.

    A messenger is me, who would fight.
    A reporter is me, who would write.
    I’m human in a special way.
    I’ve shared myself and my world each day.

    For hidden truths from masters or me,
    first look within and know you are free.
    From us beings above or below,
    connect outside under sunlight glow.

    Revised on 07-11-2006 05:14AM…

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060323-Dodging Ball

    On the playground, elementary school,
    we played dodge ball and ran around like fools.
    One by one the ball handler made the throws.
    And one of us would feel the painful blows.

    I wore my mini red dress so pretty.
    My ponytails wagged like a small kitty.
    One by one the players inside tagged out.
    I dodged the red ball and stuck my tongue out.

    As the last one for a few minutes more,
    the game went on but became a big bore.
    This way and that way I’d wonder what was next.
    A guy cornered me and I was perplexed.

    Dodge ball game is mean to fun and quick.
    None should have this one fine ball to kick.
    Those that think they know the truth from me
    don’t perceive the facts and don’t truly see.

    In this game of truth or dare, be aware:
    dropping the ball is followed by prayers.

    So there!

    Revised on 07-11-2006 at 05:34AM…

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060323-Slow Traffic

    The icon world goes around and around.
    Webpage is blank and website is not found.
    As I sit like an angry commuter;
    I stare blankly at this slow computer

    Where is the speed in the blink of an eye,
    when white collar workers break down and cry?
    Slow online connections and computers too
    lead to frustration as we slowly brew.

    The website worked and I smiled my big smirk.
    My blog is as productive as this clerk.

    Revised on 07-08-2006 04:52AM in attempt at sonnet…

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