What’s the opposite of truth and love?
It’s the shining light from up above.
The truth is not shown but brightly glares.
The love feels warm from sunshine flares.
What’s the opposite of lives and lies?
It’s the whining site of the heartfelt cries.
The lives of evils bring death to us all.
The lies are nothing no matter how small.
Another poem of two, four-lined stanzas of eight syllables with aabb pattern.
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I do discriminate but out of hate.
Stuck in time and in line; don’t like to wait!
My tongue wags in ‘anger’ at these dark cahoots
for casting first stones like picking fresh fruits.
Don’t play the oboe or banjo for me!
Holy knights have not lied on bended knee.
Seven times round to share my hidden truth:
My sharpened angle is of nail and tooth.
Another poem of two stanzas with ten syllables in abab pattern.
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Evening becomes a starry night
after cumulous cloud in sight
and fluffy, puffiness of white
during the day of utmost bright.
Dark purples clouds and dark blue skies
filled the night with blessed disguise.
The length stretched of massive size
like cigar-shaped dragons wise.
Another two poems in monorhyme.
Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.