Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Day: May 2, 2007

  • 20070502-Rambling On

    To tell you the truth, I have none.
    I learn to read and write for pun.
    My realities here have begun.
    My truths are your zeros to done.
    I wish to go outside and run.
    Warm my cold bones under the sun
    Fears of being under the gun
    All by myself and just for fun
    Laughing at me poked by their shun
    Does not matter if we are one
    Does not matter if I have won
    Or if I’m your daughter or son
    Or if I weigh a big fat ton
    Or if I pray as priest or nun
    Drink some water and eat my bun.
    Physical beauty shining stun
    Spiritual awareness always spun
    Nobody cared — work left undone.

    Another attempt at soliloquy poem of eight syllables in monorhyme.

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

  • 20070502-Fiddler’s Burns

    Nero and Caesar cast their net.
    A great test with blood, tears and sweat
    Division through burden of debt
    ‘Billowing’ winds arise
    Territorial prison threat
    From south east donning guise

    Unity between head and ass
    Distinctions blurring of the mass
    Fire burning and brimstone gas
    Heroes of tolerance
    ‘Ring of fire’ where Satan’s last
    Give them ‘ball of’ a chance

    Her saving grace of one, four, four
    Troops storming by fighting God’s war
    Fall! Alleluia! Bag of whore!
    Wrath as believers priced
    Keepers hold keys to ways of door
    Servants with eyes of Christ

    Anoint them well with fresh Beast oil.
    Blood brothers call from up the soil
    Forgive Lilith like friend and foil
    New cons serves agendum
    Of victory — the enemy’s spoil
    Paradise lost for some

    Four dreadful yet wondrous stanzas that Burns.

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