Chewable little dumplings
In between my teeth I grind your bones
Generational sweetness
All the same but all the same
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Note: This is free=verse. I don’t know it if makes sense. Bah!
Tag: free verse
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20071018-Lying Box
Turn off the T.V.
All lies nothing but lies
That burn your eyes
With radiation burning
Into your mind churning
Programming to entertain
Our youth’s regressive brains
Of hypnotic states
Videos and fake dates
Of excitable clones
And cellular phonesTurn off the T.V.
All nonsense unending
No outdoor spending
With family and friends
And through electronic lens
That smiling newscaster
Reeling in fishiness
From everywhere
To feed the sheeple
More fake hope and fear
All lies nothing but lies…A poem of two stanzas with eleven lines in free-verse.
Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.
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20070907-Sigh, Gone
I cried and cried
The flashing lights
Dancing people
Flashing themselves
As dancing tools
I slip and slideMy tears rolled down
Upon my cheeks
Selling themselves
Unto ‘fodder’
A war torn place
My fears scrolled, drownedRemembering
Nothing, really.
The sad and pain
Suffer and struggle
The play acting
DismemberingI tried and tried
To make sense
Of nonsense and
Sensing nothing
But emptiness.
I died and liedTo me, myself
and I. As I
sigh my last breath
into the wind
I am carried
forever gone…
Umm, nyah: Not too sure about rambling my thoughts in free-verse. Prefer structure — then again strictness is quite stifling. Based on the disturbing opening act of ‘Miss Saigon’ I watched up in San Francisco say around 2001.Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.
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20070903-Arrogance Again
Oh, Atlanteans
Ancient Atlantis
Reincarnated
Many times over
Eight hundred thousand
Years after the fallBy crystal gurus
Powerfully advanced
Quite knowledgeable
Ill-will, malice – none
Truly arrogant!
Boosting turns them blueA poem of two, six-lined stanzas with five syllables in free-verse.
Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.
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20070902-Remove All
Remove all layers of itchy clothings and protective rubber shoes
that we may be well grounded
to roll around in clay and mud as children at play,
wiggle our bare toes among the green grasses,
walk bare feet along the salty shores and
celebrate our naked heritage – wee!Remove all old programming of opinions and prejudices
that we may be cleared minded
to breathe the fresh outdoor air,
fill our lungs with fragrant flowers,
oxygenate our memories of pine needled forest and
exhale the precious scent left by skunks – bad boy!Remove all traces of sludge and matter
that we may be baptized
to drink fresh clean water,
flush our systems of any toxins,
shower our current five senses with hot and cold and
swim far away from the babbling brooks of noise – hum!Remove all attachments of wants and needs
that we may be renewed
to warm our old bones by the fire,
unify the true nature of Darkness – the vessel of the Light,
tan our hides under colorful rays of the Sun and
fill once again our hollow shells with Love – ah!First attempt at combining poem and prose (hence prosetry?) with of four, six-lined stanzas in free-verse with four elemental examples. Tried running the sentences together but that looked too jumbled and hard to read — yup.
Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.
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20070820-Fading Memory
I look at you and your full face.
Trying to read your moving lips
Silent words form blindingly fast:
Much too fast for my eyes to see.I cannot understand your words
Straining to hear misty sounds
What? Hello! An echo from the past?
Alas, the moment is gone for good.Author’s note: Eeek! Tried to evolve from quatrains but couldn’t! For those who wish to merge those extra wide, open spaces between each verse (or a line), try <Shift+Enter> instead of a hard <Enter> after each line or sentence.
Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.
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20070820-Funny Honeys
Operation Fluffy Bunny
Funny Stewart, laughing Daily
Rob the Riggle, gives me ‘giggles’
Shown on cable, Comic CentralRight through the heart of the Green Zone
Falling Bombings — The First Battles
of Fallujah — Two-Thousand-Four
Via Baghdad — Two-Thousand-ThreeAuthor’s note: A short poem (of two, four-lined stanzas with eight syllables in free-verse) about combining a little history of the Iraq war and a segment called ‘Operation Fluffy Bunny’ ‘in which the correspondent Rob Riggles gives a report from Iraq’ on the ‘The Daily Show with Jon Stewart’ [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Daily_Show] via the cable channel called ‘Comedy Central’ via [http://www.comedycentral.com/]. I didn’t know you folks cared about making F. B. laugh! Do I get royalty for my ‘adjective-noun combinations’, eh?
Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.
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20070703-Black Fly
Black fly lands on computer desk.
Sluggish and hardly moving.
Yet able to fly around my head once or twice.
Now wedged under anti-radiation screen of monitor.
Crawling slowing. Dictionary writing.
Looking at the word ‘Tag’ from the status bar below.
Resting now.
Goodnight.Opps! Still looking at my screen.
Who are you? What are you doing?
Staring at word document entitled: 20070703-Black Fly from the status bar below.A poem in free-verse about the booger moving underneath the screen.
Author’s note: Discovery of death 11:11:25PM per atomic clock. Rest in peace ‘J@ck B!ll*’ of Florida. I’ll miss you.
Copyright © FVDF. All rights reserved.
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20070702-Right On
Sit at the right hand
Of the Father by the Sun
The Holy Spirit
Blessed be his whoa(!)-man kind
All done and said, you’re all mine!A ‘Jesus’ poem of truthful tanka in free-verse.
Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.
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20070624-Largest Organ
My bended fingers:
From working so hard
Un-straightened digits
With some painful gout.My knobby knuckles:
Staring like eyeballs
By welcoming palm
A fist to close its anger.My dry cuticles:
Ragged with hangnails
White canopy smile
Dimples of snowflakes.My square, pointed nails:
Trimmed closed to design
Dark vertical lines
Ridges as polish.My ten digit toes:
Both index hammered —
Right one towards top
Left one to middle.Big toes — side bunions.
Pinky callus and
Under middle right.
Heels of white train tracks.Head dander and flakes.
Dry skin and acne.
Elbows and knees joint
Cracks like the dessert.Seven genetic poems of four-lined stanzas ‘describing skin conditions’ in free-verse.
Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.
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20070621-Tiny One
Hi! Small baby fly
Buzzing my head like a spy
Are you an ally?A very tiny poem in free-verse.
Author’s note: The little booger was looking at me from my computer monitor and buzzing around near the vanity mirror later on that evening.
Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.