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Month: August 2007

  • 20070825-Final Notice

    Oh, the pain! Please let me go!
    By the twisting of my arms
    And plastics around my wrists
    Choking blood to my hands
    Hardworking to earn a life
    Now dead weights and shriveled off

    Oh, the pain! Please get off me!
    By the monkey on my back
    And long fangs into my flesh
    Sucking upon my life force
    Whipping hard by master’s stick
    Now broken beyond repair

    Oh, the price: blood, sweat and tears!
    By the power of G-d’s grace
    His small electronic cards
    Savings beyond nil, nada
    Waiting game – a hide and seek
    Now temporarily free

    A ‘last minute collection’ of three, six-lined stanzas with seven syllables.

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

  • 20070827-Dream Journal

    I dreamt of sitting in back row of folding chairs with ‘Kali-Maw’ to my right. There were people sitting in front of me with noone to my left. There was a wall to our left but a row leader from the chairs to the corridor up front.

    There was another wall to our left, where the rows of chairs ended. There was a long table along this long corridor directly in front of us. The table stretched from left and disappeared to the right.

    We see ‘Squirrel-Ling’ along with other people sitting at this long table and facing us. He was sitting exactly in front of the wall to our right. His friend ‘Cathy’ was supposed to look like a darker Filipina. This time she had big hair, which sometimes looks lighter in color. She seemed to have a smaller face than normal. I said out loud to ‘Squirrel-Ling’, ‘NO!’

    The groom came from the right to left of the corridor. He walked down to the left side of the wall to our left. He was looking around from his bride and I don’t remember if she got up already to go with him. He looked at ‘Kali-Maw’.

    I heard something about alien implants. The scene changed and the chairs and people left.

    I saw the corridor was empty. There as a door leading to the directly behind the wall to our right. This door was accessible from the long corridor that had the long table. There was a blue light flashing behind this door and underneath the door mostly.

    I saw Mom lying down along this wall to right where we sat. I was standing at the foot of the bed to her left. I told her to get up and proceeded to help her up. She was heavy and thick but managed to try lifting her off the bed.

    I carried her form and imagined that as a light colored, tan teddy bear. I held her very tight to my chest with my right arm over my left arm. I meant to keep her warm as I ran outdoors into the night. I didn’t have anything to cover her.

    There were streetlights in the parking lot. The parking lot was empty. I remember running fast away from the building or facility before they got to her-us. I remember running to another food place. I came to the left and found two openings.

    I chose the left one and found another guy using the phone book-yellow pages. I saw he had put the black phone down after using it with his left hand. The phone was located on top of the phone book.

    I asked for help because I was looking for a cab to go home. I remember looking through the pages and see so many entries. I see a block of entries within a light blue border against a white background. I remember some other people to my left and possibly a darker form to my right back side.

    I believe we didn’t call the place and ended up trying to walk home. I woke up.

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

  • 20070825-Paper Tigers

    Another financial parody based on the lyrics of ‘Paper Roses’.

    The real lies the day your guise aggrieved me.
    With lenders, crooks and agents booked thereof.
    So squirrel away the monies that you sold me
    And spend the find that lined one’s pocket glove.

    Paper tigers, paper tigers —
    Oh, how surreal those tigers guarantee!
    Rides of market fluctuations
    Fear and trepidations, far from free.

    I thought that you were working under cover.
    You seemed to pull down money with your charts.
    But like the instruments they’re made of paper.
    There isn’t any monkey throwing darts.

    Paper tigers, paper tigers —
    Oh, how surreal those tigers guarantee!
    Rides of market fluctuations
    Fear and trepidations, far from free.

    Echo: Fear and trepidations, far from free.

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

  • 20070824-Daily Diary

    20070824-Daily Thoughts

    Zapped kitchen lightbulb as I turned on switch with cellphone in hand and after watching tv from family room.

  • 20070823-Henpecked Husband

    ‘Puck, puck, puck’: doo dis, doo dat!
    Takot ba sa asawa?
    Gusto under di saya?

    Literal translation    :
    [Sounds of chicken]: do this, do that!
    Are you afraid of your spouse?
    Like being under her skirt?

    Second attempt at diona – a Filipino poetry of three-lined stanza, with seven syllables in monorhyme.

    Author’s note: Discussed phrases associated with nagging in a marriage while walking around Milpitas, CA with Paw.

    Copyright © FVDF. All rights reserved.

    Created Thursday, August 23, 2007 4:18:52 PM

  • 20070825-New Home

    Did they leave old granny behind?
    Because they think she lost her mind?
    Don’t wait until you die
    Live to the fullest: not confined,
    Nor forgetful, deaf and blind!
    Better to laugh and cry!

    First attempt at Rime Couée (of 8-8-6-8-8-6 syllables in aabaab rhyme) about old granny being stuck in the nursing home.

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

  • 20070820-Financial Being

    Prison walls are falling down,
    Falling down, falling down,
    Prison walls are falling down,
    All illusions.

    Find a slave and set her free,
    Set her free, set her free,
    Find a slave and set her free,
    All illusions.

    —

    How will atom bonds break down,
    Bonds break down, bonds break down,
    How will atom bonds break down,
    All illusions.

    Take down ‘life’ with love and peace,
    Love and peace, love and peace,
    Take down ‘life’ with love and peace,
    All illusions.

    —

    Hate and fear is all we have,
    All we have, all we have,
    Hate and fear is all we have,
    All illusions.

    Take down Darkness with True Light
    With True Light, with True Light,
    Take down Darkness with True Light,
    All illusions.

    —

    All True Lights leave time and space,
    Time and space, time and space,
    All True Lights leave time and space,
    All illusions.

    Take down matter, won by One,
    Won by One, won by One,
    Take down matter, won by One,
    All illusions.

    —

    No more masters, no abuse,
    No abuse, no abuse,
    No more masters, no abuse,
    All illusion.

    Take down money, crash and burn,
    Crash and burn, crash and burn,
    Take down money, crash and burn.
    All illusions.

    —

    Love and Light is here to stay,
    Here to stay, here to stay,
    Love and Light is here to stay,
    All illusions.

    Virtual reality,
    Fracturing, fracturing,
    Virtual reality,
    All illusions.

    An esoteric poem of twelve stanzas with 7-6-7-4 pattern.

    Author’s note: Based on a nursery rhyme ‘London Bridge Is Falling Down’ and inspired by article entitled ‘Crashing Finances‘ by Amitakh Stanford on 08-20-2007.

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

  • 20070823-Per Cushion

    Aum: I’m ‘starving’ almighty One!
    Drums beats pounding, thy will be done
    Cymbals clanging in my ear holes
    Bang my gong, hit my singing bowls
    Rattle my senses, beat my blocks
    Strike upon my dark vocal box
    Sound the sirens! Honk your car horns!
    Ringing phones like a crown of thorns

    ‘Mr. Tambourine’ plays for me —
    The sounds of truth setting me free.
    Is my world too noisy for you?
    Please be happy not ‘Song Sung Blue’.
    Who said there is anything wrong?
    If I am right, please sing me your song.

    You alone need to take a hint.
    Don’t mess with my fiery flint.
    Illusions of reality
    Thanks for your finality

    I want to run but cannot hide.
    I know you are my inner guide.

    Another long-head but resounding poem with eight syllables.

    Author’s note: Started out with four quatrains and then added four more lines about percussion instruments and more philosophy; hence the title of soft ‘cushions’ needed to plug the ears from going deaf due to loud music.

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

  • 20070822-Colony Crud

    Who came here first: The reptoids or the gods?
    What’s coming next: The military squads?
    ‘We do not know,’ said a Voice from above.
    ‘Why do you ask? There’s nothing here but love.’

    Because we’re back and claiming what is ours:–
    Tomorrow’s world by the heavenly stars.
    Today for good is better than your wars.
    We don’t give a damn! This world is not yours!

    Two more quatrains with ten syllables in aabb, ccdd pattern about .

    Author’s note: Based on the burlesque sketch entitled ‘Who’s on First?’ (1944) by Abbott and Costello and combined with urban legends surrounding ‘a supposed secret underground facility in or near’ –Dulce– , New Mexico.

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

  • 20070822-You’re Mine

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    You’re my super model.
    You’re my shiny pearl.
    You’re my hyper rebel.
    You’re my tiny girl.

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    You’re my honey bunny.
    You’re my sweetie pie.
    You’re my funny sunny.
    You’re my meaty guy.

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    You’re my sleeping beauty.
    You’re my fluffy swan.
    You’re my peeping banshee.
    You’re my puffy one.

    20070718
    Simply you’re amazing
    with your poetry
    of your love so blazing,
    like a potpourri.

    Four more quatrains with 6-5-6-5 syllables in abab pattern    .

    Author’s note: Based on ideas per ‘Search Engine Terms’ under Blog Stats via WordPress.com.

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

  • 20070822-Internal Warrior

    Whenever you come across a fight
    Always concentrate with all your might
    Running away won’t turn back times
    Revenge won’t heal those broken crimes
    Instead stand up and choose a side
    Offer your Truth, try not to hide
    Remember well there is no wrong
    Study each day and become strong

    An acrostic poem for ‘warriors’ with eight syllables in aabbccdd pattern.

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

  • 20070821-Angry People

    Posts are created to share data with other readers. Some posts are long-winded; while some of one-liners. Some are light-hearted; while some are from the dark sides. For example, I’ve noticed what appear to be relentless postings about the philosophy of reality into a second forum by this newbie member (if he or she is truly ‘new’).

    Out of sheer boredom and with the purpose to shake up the forum a bit with some humor and away from too much seriousness, I had to post a funny YouTube.com link: Angry German Kid – Correct Translation.

    I have viewed this link several times to ease my TENSION! (No need for explanation in this area, by the way.) I felt the time came to ‘step in’ and break his thread from overwhelming the feed/web site. I love people’s minds and what they have to share. But sometimes certain individuals could get out of hand.

    Anyway, I have observed the almighty but yummy administrator protecting his two puppies (or websites) from being abused by those people who have not made valid contributions conducive to the purpose of his orgonite websites. I take this as a ‘personal’ hint to leave them happy amongst themselves with their shiny, crystal sand boxes. All are welcome into his forums but only serious members need ‘apply’.

    Speaking of applying, I need a job to pay down my credit card bills and remove myself from in front of my personal computer at home. Not only am I still broke by TPTB (with more horror stories later) and overweight, I have ‘maxed out’ (with pun intended) my highly opinionated views and thoughts about people and the whole wide world. This would explain not posting daily and I should change the title of my ‘website’ appropriately to ‘Flynn’s Bored’ instead of ‘Flynn’s [Daily] Blog’.

    Boredom means a boring person, like me. The adventure is endless and happens to be outdoors. And with just a matter of time, stepping outside to the ‘real world’ would mean the beginning for me – the end of the old me. The truth is always ‘out there’ with people willing to collaborate based on their personal experiences and observations. Some folks are way too out there with their recreational drugs, unfortunately, and posts non-indiscriminately about ‘creative’ effects of their usages. There should be forum rules about ‘sensitive’ discussions. While I continue to burn my brain with online articles, I am not bored to find out what makes people, well, interesting.

    I love when people toot their horns (or advertise) in all sorts of ways and the internet is full of characters. I too have yet to make my mark with all my stinky smelly versions of reality but have not yet ‘profited’ from being creative. I do not plan on making headlines with my website but have noticed that people do take notice on my words currently and from the past. So far, I have only one comment in response to an article about the Iraq war from my website and am too afraid to reply at the moment. My apology is to him, her or it for not replying yet.

    But I am not afraid to acknowledge the ‘implied’ responses to my words from officials as observed by watching the news on cable. For example, I barely recall George Dukemejan (R) Gov. of California using my ideas via a letter I sent to him in one of his ‘presidential election’ speeches during high school. He stumbled on a few words I recognized. Also, Dianne Feinstein (D) Senator of California had fought for the wild, Mustang horses after I have wrote to her via a petition by PETA. And, yes, I am aware of Bush and company and other newsworthy events, such as the hope (with the faith and belief) of rescuing the six trapped miners in Utah after the third drilling. But in retrospect, I do no claim anything to the effects of my blogs.

    So people posting are as important to me as anyone willing to hear me out or read any nonsense by me. The readers are left to their own interpretations in the end, of course. Posting online articles is better than keeping silent. It’s like training for something and not doing anything with the learned skills. I have learned how to make noise via my blogs and when to keep quiet. I have learned how to enjoy the dynamics of blogging and hopefully I am my only enemy. Am I done? No!

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