Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Tag: monorhyme

  • 20080115-Squire Girl

    Yes Sire, your squire girl is here!
    I see your hair is cut short, I hear!

    Yes Sire, I’m your cute little dear!
    Come squire girl! Hand me my spear!

    A short poem in monorhyme.

    Author’s note: After morning mass on Tuesday, 01/15/208 a Filipino couple, Fred and Rose, had complemented on my new hair cut (unlike Twit’). It so happens that ‘Rose’ has a much shorter version of mine, including the mini-bang which I’ve cut afterward that day. My ability to control my natural waves (which hair products and heat appliances won’t do either) is quite limited and the bob shape is not as shiny smooth as I’d like the appearance of my new hair cut. This was a very quick poem I’ve created a few minutes ago and it is about how I look like a little boy and how I’m reminded of a squire helping her knight – hehehe!

    Copyright © FVDF. All rights reserved.

  • 20070901-Pet Peeves

    Repetition of action, words or deed:
    Harvest and slaughter, as survival feed
    Hail Mary, Our Father, Apostles’ Creed
    Drinking while driving, alcoholic need
    Cigar or cigarette and smoking weed
    Shopping till dropping, fashionable bleed
    Online blogs, forum chats, blind dating breed

    Detail-oriented, caring too much:
    Nitpicking fuzz balls, ironing and such
    Nagging and whining, overdrive clutch
    Complaining bad food, not paying go dutch
    Keep everyone in place, mother hen clutch
    Vice grip on freedom, painful to the touch
    Victimized train wreck, emotional crutch

    Nasty     to the five senses and beyond:
    Serene to noisy, ripples in the pond
    Rail thin to moo cow, feeding frenzy fond
    Fleshy and bloody, waving magic wand
    Speed up and slow down, sleepy traffic yawned
    Young thugs to old farts, female or male bond
    Soul suckers, lab ratters, aliens spawned

    All     the confusion, shatter illusion:
    No god to One kind, faithful infusion
    Social unity, lonely seclusion
    Blissful ignorance, knowledge diffusion
    Marriage to money, honey transfusion
    Loving and sharing, blessed conclusion
    Always pondering, all one delusion

    Another attempt at a partial and forever incomplete ‘list poem’ (of three, seven-lined stanzas with ten syllables in the easy but my all time favorite rhyme scheme — monorhyme) about everything conceivably annoying to me – hum.

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

  • 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

  • 20070728-Flipping Fool

    Away stinky pee!
    JB, please leave me
    And my family!
    Nothing is for free —
    Not even from me!

    Get up from your knee
    Stop your begging plea
    There’s no guarantee
    Business bourgeoisie
    Run far away – flee!

    New divorcé tee
    Lied to us crazed glee!
    Per cousins agree
    ‘Orge’ mother — banshee
    Momma’s little flea

    To get rich quick snob
    By troublesome hob
    A middle ground blob
    Low interest rob
    Vile profits of glob

    Get a real job
    Or your license, SOB!
    Living at home slob!
    Pay your mother, gob!
    Don’t mess with the mob.

    Another pathetic poem of five, five-lined stanzas with five syllables in monorhyme.

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

  • 20070720-Rambling On

    To be in solitude is perfectly fine.
    I share my daily thoughts through a blogging shrine.
    To lead a simple life is on borrowed times.
    My blogs, dreams and poems are hidden in rhymes.
    There is nothing to hide except my own Truth.
    My lonely mind is like an imprisoned youth.
    Freedom of expression is a gift with wings.
    People are unique and perfect in all things.
    Interconnectedness provides a good link.
    Storytellers share how they feel and think.
    To be in solitude is perfectly fine.
    I share my daily thoughts through a blogging shrine.

    To lead a simple life is on borrowed times.
    My blogs, dreams and poems are hidden in rhymes.
    Living simple differs from simply living —
    To laugh, love, forget but always forgiving.
    Blogging from the spectacular to mundane
    Keep the bored alive and from going insane.
    Dreams seem real from the subconscious mind state.
    Some foretell good or bad as predictive fate.
    Poetry is meant for the creative souls —
    Who artfully weave words of rhythmic life’s goals.
    To be in solitude is perfectly fine.
    I share my daily thoughts through a blogging shrine.

    There is nothing to hide except my own Truth.
    My lonely mind is like an imprisoned youth.
    Some choose a lone path for life placed on the shelf.
    Be truly free, not alone, and by yourself
    And like a child, fresh, innocence untainted
    or your own friend with commonsense acquainted.
    Learn to love who you are on the inside, too.
    Accept the differences through your worldwide view.
    Maybe when you are ready to understand
    you will display your strength with a helping hand.
    To be in solitude is perfectly fine.
    I share my daily thoughts through a blogging shrine.

    A Licentia poem of three, twelve-lined stanzas with eleven syllables in monorhyme per ‘couplet’.

    Combined from three unfinished poems:
    20070629-Anti Social
    20070630-Borrowed Times
    20070705-Poetry Imprisoned

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

  • 20070718-Rogue Riders

    Free loaders watch your back!
    I don’t care if you’re white or BLACK!

    Or if you’re all that
    Or think this is whack
    Or with all the smack
    Down if you’re on crack

    They ‘railroad-dead’ and sacked:-
    Why don’t cut me some slack, JACK!

    There’s no time to hack
    or grab a quick snack
    Or to blow the stack
    and leave a brown track
    Get a heart attack!

    Time to bring out the rack
    It’s not like saying: ‘I’ll be back!’

    Another dark, free-verse poem in monorhyme.

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

  • 20070718-Rooster Crows

    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.

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

  • 20060815-Span Fines

    Class dismissed by the letter ‘C’
    Twenty-four counts deducted plea
    Probation and community
    Government to five years from three

    A business-related poem of four-lined stanza with eight syllables in monorhyme.

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

  • 20060626-Second Degree

    One more seek writ discovery:
    Ordered to stay by my banshee
    Taxing patience second degree
    Grand jury versus guilty plea

    A business-related poem of four-lined stanza with eight syllables in monorhyme.

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

  • 20050831-Patriots Trap

    Losers defense but not tax free
    Ruling elite — the IRC
    Cornerstone under One-eyed key
    Reliance to set people free

    A business-related poem of four-lined stanza with eight syllables in monorhyme.

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

  • 20050316-Futile Paper

    Prepare the way erroneously
    Forty-four counts by their decree
    Non-filers duped but not scotch free
    Innocents gain fraudulently

    A business-related poem of four-lined stanza with eight syllables in monorhyme.

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

  • 19970303-Scam Schemes

    One businessman advancement fee
    By fat ass and salesman pee
    Paradise lost to oversea
    From your relatives, friends and me

    A business-related poem of four-lined stanza with eight syllables in monorhyme.

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