Why you deny us three times, Pete?
You sold us out with vile deceit.
No score and seven years, you cheat!
You made us wait by gnashing teeth.
Fed up nails pierced our hands and feet.
You crowned our minds with thorn-filled beat.
Our ‘ragging’ thought is your defeat.
We sold your soul to hell bound heat.
A poem testifying of eight lines with eight syllables in monorhyme.
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Hey! Come on! Don’t sue!
We are friends and not strangers!
I hate all of you!
They are dark, offshore dangers
and greedy money changers.
Another attempt at tanka poetry.
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The September event shows six fingers, which point everywhere.
The hidden truth will reveal what lingers for people who dare
to investigate sinful trails, which lead down a beaten path.
Prisoners suffer. The poor are in need. Both are given wrath.
From ‘egg-ons’ to ‘damn-scams’ to ‘libra’ and the ‘plague’, they make wars.
From above and below and upon this land, they are greedy whores.
From export to import to offshore sand, there are gateway doors.
Who will pay for the high price for one’s soul but a Bill-ionaire?
When will palmful of grease stop them from becoming too fat?
What will become of those with nowhere to go but on all fours?
Author’s note: First attempt at ‘CinqTroisDecaLa Rhyme‘ poem.
This rhyme scheme took me about two hours to compose during my sleepless morning. I produced this one, once again, based on my endless research and personal experiences. I offer no subjective interpretation to this particular blog. Your guess is as good as mine.
I tried internal rhymes for the first seven lines. Composing poems this long is difficult enough as I try to ‘force’ words to make my masterpieces work. This theme came up after reading another long-head article that is too wordy for my own good or understanding.
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A final poem in response to a poem entitled ‘A Rushing Back’ by a ‘JB’.
I flushed you back to your watery ways.
Love is greater than whatever I paid.
I failed to continue. I was afraid.
Connection was compatible but a sad haze.
I could not express my truth. As I gaze
into the warmth of the sunshine, I prayed.
The event horizon has become my shade
against the darkness in the coming days.
Without your first contact of a fifth kind,
my thought of being alone has fled away.
I’d look up to the sky on any gray day
and found your reality in my mind.
My thoughts of you were never far behind.
Your pleasant dreams are where I will convey.
I won’t wake you up. I had to obey.
Our true love has been compliantly blind.
Two poems of Italian octaves with ten syllables.
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A Rushing Back
You came rushing back to me
in my dreams last night.
It’s been a while since I’ve
felt your touch —
heard your voice —
saw your smile.
You came rushing back to me
in my dreams last night.
I thought it was real.
I thought it was you —
holding onto me so tight.
You came rushing back to me
in my dreams last night.
Please don’t wake me!
I’m finally alive again
I need you– don’t go
you feel so real
you feel so right
oh baby it’s got to be true
cause in my dreams
I’m rushing back to you.
Please don’t wake me…
In my dreams I am alive again.
I feel your touch.
I hear your voice.
I taste your smile.
It’s seems so right.
It feels so real. It’s got to be true….
because…. in my dreams
I’m rushing back to you
A poem to Flynn from a ‘JB.’
Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.
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!
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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.’
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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!)…
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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)…
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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.’
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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.
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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!
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