Your Daily Paws

Month: July 2006

  • 20060731-Black Dough

    My musing barks like a little black crow.
    Ear pressures hurt! I cannot hear my foe.
    I’m stuck in a rut. This is all I know.
    I’m indoors all day. There’s nowhere to go.
    I’m a boring girl. This lifestyle is slow.
    I’m unimpressive. There’s no one to show.
    I’m here by myself. No one says, ‘Hello.’
    My musing barks like a little black crow.

    I was content and carefree years ago.
    My happiest hopes and dreams seemed to grow.
    For six years, I learned about quid pro quo.
    My path has led me to a status quo.
    Their calls to me seemed based on purest snow.
    More fires of hell await me below!
    I don’t understand and may never know
    how desperate people are made to owe.
    Ear pressures hurt! I cannot hear my foe.

    Third attempt at combining virelai nouveau moreem…
    Author’s note: Save your breath while you all still can…

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

  • 20060731-My Sigh

    Based on my chatting experience(s) of those willing to take any risk…

    Head pressures hurt! But His love is no lie.
    On this eve at eight-ten, some geese flew by
    in southbound formation – last day July.
    Through open windows, I saw clear blue sky.
    I heard their honking from two-stories high.
    I sounded a farewell and waved goodbye.
    I pray to God this guy is not a spy.

    Last week at the bank, I thought of that guy.
    My feeling has been that he seems nearby.
    For one month, we chatted – laugh, love and cry.
    These past two weeks of help have gone awry.
    I felt well used but could only deny.
    Death come to me if I’m left high and dry!
    Since there’s still nothing, I no longer cry.
    He did not land as this day draws nigh.
    Head pressures hurt! But His love is no lie.

    Second attempt at virelai nouveau with one dark musing of elusive relief…

    Author’s note: Save your chatting archives for later retrieval… Mine dates back since 1998…

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

  • 20060729-Cleared Love

    A thirteenth poem to JB of Florida in response to five more poems of his to me…

    Who is that fine guy with softest brown eyes?
    Through the windows of his soul, she could see.
    True love pulls into the driveway at night.
    New hopes arise where parking is free.

    What has she done for him to thank her more?
    Gut feelings allowed her belief in him.
    Cut to the chase with a place in his heart.
    But the price is going out on a limb.

    When did they first meet as good friends online?
    Pen for poems and flowers for her worked.
    Amen to both hearts as the busy days
    begins to grow, learn and heal where love lurked.

    Where is his woman? He prayed to the Lord.
    There she is waiting for him to come and
    share what lovers do under the covers.
    Prepare the handmaid with His guiding hand.

    Why live alone without the love from a
    guy who serves an unknown purpose? And yet
    by being open and honest he will
    try to love his woman with no regrets.

    How is this project a worthy new phase?
    Now is a new time of planting His seeds.
    Plow through the high walls that set us apart.
    Vow to start together with loving needs.

    First attempt at combining lento and five W’s (with a ‘How’ question)…

    P.S. I know you people are gauging my reaction to daily events… psyche!

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

  • 20060726-A Poem to Flynn

    God give me more love
    for my tender wife Cecil.
    Give me patience that lovers keep.
    Give me strength to love when sad.
    Give me happiness over sorrow.

    God give me the will
    never to disappoint her.
    Give me the skills I need
    to earn for her the happiness she deserves.
    Give me the charms to delight her body,
    enlighten me to stir her soul.

    Lord Jesus give me
    the love of Cecil
    and I’ll ask you
    for nothing more.

    A poem to Flynn from a ‘JB.’

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

  • 20060725-What ‘Muck’!

    Eh?
    Your damn English is so bizarre!
    Who the hell do you think you are?

    Your thick accent is not too clear.
    Bad reception made you sound far.

    I don’t understand you at all.
    Your background life is from afar.

    I ended up taking your fall.
    This online love was not on par.

    Huh?
    Those same people think I’m your whore.
    I’ll just suck on this fine cigar.

    I don’t care for you anymore.
    My life plays on this sad guitar.

    My hope is gone. Your fear is near.
    Be free to roam with your past scar.

    I’m free and clear. I’m sorry dear.
    Be safe to drive in your fast car.

    What?
    You freaking ‘foreigners’ are weird.
    Don’t expect to get your pink card.

    I expected to touch your beard.
    My heart was free but now is hard.

    Those elites made us your users.
    The choice to share has left us scarred.

    Death awaits Flynn’s ‘love’, you losers!
    All your souls are looking quite charred.

    Fourth attempt at ghazal and dark (based on a hunch, you damn freaks!)…

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

  • 20060723-Bankers Beware

    Bankers beware if you really care.
    Heaven insists that you must share.

    People suffer from pain and cry
    like those trapped in underground lair.

    Well paid tools, who play the bad guy,
    continue to live in despair.

    Pity those whose jobs is to spy.
    ‘God’ of men’s money do not scare.

    You should ask yourselves why you lie
    and wonder why life is unfair.

    You keep questioning as to why
    your answers are not always there.

    Truth is somewhere you can’t deny
    for most of you are unaware.

    Your hope is here when angels fly
    as God hears your loving prayer.

    When ‘All-Eye’ blinks, you may all die.
    Levels meet and part on the square.

    From here and now, Flynn’s says goodbye
    to her angel with long black hair.

    Third attempt at combining ghazal and dark (with hard to find rhymes)…

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

  • 20060722-Guitar Gods

    Rock on! Guitar gods wherever you roam.
    I want your autographs. Please take me home!

    Burn my heart with your electronic toys.
    All hail guitar gods with metallic chrome.

    Make my ears bleed from your wondrous, loud noise.
    Bravo guitar gods with amplified ohm.

    Feed my dark soul with your heavenly joys.
    Behold guitar gods from the thunder dome.

    Kick start Flynn’s system from those lightning boys.
    Woo! Hoo! Guitar gods dripping with sea foam.

    Second attempt at combining ghazal and dark (from a groupie)…

    Author’s note: Do not attempt to play electronic guitars while in water. Combined images of sweat dripping from long-haired guys and Venus, the goddess of love, rising from the sea to symbolize the resurrection of my head banging days.

    Addemdum-10-02-2007: The inspiration for this poem is from a YouTube.com video entitled Pachelbel’s Canon (in D major) | Uploaded by quitar90 on December 20, 2005. The number of views so far is: 28,907,060. Rock on – dude!

    Copyright © FVDF. All rights reserved.

  • 20060721-A Poem to Flynn

    We started out as flirting friends
    And got to know each others hearts
    Helped each others pain to mend
    The love that grew overwhelmed me

    Still amazes me when I consider it
    No matter how busy my day may get
    I think of you but for a moment and
    Love for you overwhelms me

    A poem to Flynn from a ‘JB.’

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

  • 20060721-Garrett’s Poem

    A poem from a JB to Flynn.

    The time we’re together is special and sweet
    My heart skips and jumps
    Each time we both chat online.
    Your eyes like the oceans,
    Your lips like a rose,
    Your beauty is forever,
    It always shows.
    Our love growing stronger,
    Each night and each day
    Together forever,
    Is where we will stay

    Author’s note: A discovery made around 04:22PM (Pacific Time) on Saturday, 06/16/2007 from my one of my many Yahoo! Messenger archives with date stamps between 11:44:22 AM and 11:47:15 AM.

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

  • 20060720-Dog Gone!

    Begone! Oh, Love from my cold heart.
    Come! Oh, Death and silence my heart.

    Smile of beauty sweetly betrayed.
    Come! Oh, Death and silence my heart.

    Charm by magic crossly cheated.
    Come! Oh, Death and silence my heart.

    A thief of hearts bravely deceived.
    Come! Oh, Death and silence my heart.

    Men for love or money entrapped.
    Come! Oh, Death and silence my heart.

    First attempt at ghazal and dark (with of fine example of being damned)…

    Author’s personal note: I still HATE you all!

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

  • 20060720-Fallenda Be

    ‘All hope abandon ye who enter here’.
    An inscription at the entrance to hell (from Dante in The Divine Comedy).

    I:
    Woe to the fallen angel
    whose hopes and dreams went to hell.
    Lonely cries were never heard
    from her dark corner occurred.
    Pressure to bear was too much
    on broken wings, pained to touch.

    II:
    Praise to the fallen angel
    who bade her heartaches farewell.
    One brave soul answered her call
    and rode her to beg and crawl –
    destined to be a succor
    and always be the sucker.

    III:
    Welcome! Oh, fallen angel
    into the fiery pit dwell.
    Perish in eternal flame
    where darkened souls writhe in shame.
    Remember her painful seeds
    where bloody salvation feeds.

    First attempt at combining elegy and dark (with three stanzas of six lines)…

    Author’s personal note: I HATE YOU ALL!

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

  • 20060720-A Poem to Flynn

    THANK U FOR ALL U HAVE DONE,
    I REALLY APPRICIATE IT

    Thank you for the long talks,
    that in my mind will always last.

    Thank you for being proud,
    of decisions I have made.

    Thank you for guiding me,
    to a place in my heart,
    where I could be saved.

    You’ve taught me about life, love and myself.

    Forever I will be thankful,
    because now I can say I believe in myself.

    A poem to Flynn from a ‘JB.’

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