Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Tag: monorhyme

  • 20070321-Daily Diary

    Nature and Rant:

    Early morning rise
    At six with wide opened eyes
    To greet and good byes
    No traffic with clear blue skies
    By seven at work, quite wise

    Family and Work:

    Crap at work again
    Queried if happy explain
    Stressed angers contain
    No support to her complain
    No assurance from this strain

    Eleven half past
    Tried to finish old work fast
    Emailed long lunch cast
    Drove Mom waited behind glass
    Longs, food, bank to six at last

    Nature and Rant:

    Homeward slowly drive
    Lone cloud east mountain strives
    and good feeling lives
    Dumb sealed search warrant deprives
    Recycling plant survives

    Family and Rant:

    Summoned to make bed
    Worked with parents little said
    And rosary dread
    Dinner served until well fed
    Good evening my sleepy head

    Five more samples of tanka in monorhyme.

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

  • 20070320-Daily Diary

    Work:

    Mindless compliance
    Hard-working word reliance
    Narrative science
    Meetings with my defiance
    Flick the Boogered alliance

    Whiteness covered rains
    Pelted twelfth floor window panes
    Pissed off and in pain
    Still stuck with these fool-filled vains
    Automatic lay-off feigns

    Nature:

    Saucers and dumbbells
    Evening clouds, blue skies, fresh smells
    More refreshing spells
    After stuck with these fools’ sells
    Cumulous cloud tells

    Family:

    ‘Paw’ re-hydrated brain
    More color to his face gain
    Water – don’t abstain.
    Reduces the aches and pain
    Dry coughs less but more to drain

    People:

    Man hated project
    Governed by burning Bush wrecked
    Spitting lies infect
    Helpless on closer inspect
    River bank of disrespect

    More lies from abroad
    His very being she clawed
    Fist clenched with tight jawed
    Moral and legally flawed
    Projects left in stupor awed

    Family and Nature:

    Plucked the red threads
    Whistled as parakeet sheds
    Bobbing of their heads
    ‘Maw’s cotton sweat pants of dreads
    Pulled like tire treads

    Seven more samples of tanka in monorhyme.

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

  • 20070319-Daily Diary

    Family:

    ‘Maw’ listened and sat
    To deep sleep of snoring brat
    Supine on bed flat
    Didn’t hear the pitter pat
    On marooned gold, parlor matt.

    Nature:

    Morning white chem-trails
    Works and sounds and sandwich sales
    Wispy clouds prevails!
    Purple clouds, long whales
    Medium gray blue of sails

    Faith and Work:

    Had a déjà vu
    At the P.M two five two
    With the cash apps crew
    Of getting to know her too
    Formers of the ‘Oh Yeah!’ zoo.

    Family:

    ‘Paw’ reports his drawl
    ‘Onion’s last minute phone call
    No help to recall
    Tongue stitches at two – a stall
    To teach, ‘NO!’ and with no fall

    Flynn:

    My tummy aching:
    Two days sleeping but waking
    Rumbling and shaking
    Ham, chicken, sausage taking
    Three, anti-site pills breaking.

    Five more samples of tanka in monorhyme.

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

  • 20070315-Daily Diary

    Faith and Family:

    Alarm knocks downstairs
    and wall pop sounded with cares —
    Eight A.M. day-mares?
    No Mom in sight who declares!
    Parents at church with prayers!

    After my full dress,
    I went downstairs to access –
    Nothing but plain air I guess!
    Sent my thank you – fast express
    The Invisibles transgress.

    Work:

    ‘Sickos’ to buy us
    Per this morning’s headline press.
    Two meetings impress
    Upon self-fulfilled progress
    which speculate with success.

    I’ll count on more stress
    And work hard to be the best.
    Can’t afford to dress
    And don’t care for I profess.
    I walked around in distress.

    Nature and Rant:

    After the meeting
    Took one pic of cloud fleeting.
    Called for one greeting
    At home a dinner sitting
    By nine P.M. completing.

    Five more samples of tanka in monorhyme.

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

  • 20070314-Daily Diary

    Two flying geese thrill
    Slowly to west side with skill
    Moist morning and chill
    Waning moon of white fulfill
    Medium blue skies still

    Lots of wispiness
    Light blue skies feathered caress
    Many days of tendril express
    Praying Mother to us Bless
    Golden Face relief no stress

    Two more samples of tanka in monorhyme.

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

  • 20070313-Daily Diary

    Flynn:

    Left early for lunch
    High noon with feeling poop punch
    Emergency hunch
    Relief on toilet bowl bunch
    Parent bought egg rolls for lunch.

    Dental office fix
    Paid one two five dollar ticks
    Souvenirs molds bricks
    Soft pink putty to hard brown mix
    Night guard for TMJ clicks

    Happy with a cluck
    Theft alarm hot – car stuck
    Time twenty no luck
    Called insurance then tow truck
    Thirty minutes wait – a schmuck.

    Faith and People:

    Hark! David John Munoz!
    Elder one ‘spoked’ deep blue eyes
    Santa’s white hair guise
    Magic touch – God’s friendly guys
    Sign of cross to clear blue skies

    Coffee money pour
    Happy smile rapport
    Garcia Senior.
    Called for bad and good news bore
    No more metal to the floor.

    Five more poem of tanka in monorhyme.

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

  • 20070311-Daily Diary

    20070306:
    My poop is real
    and cannot be forced with deal
    until there’s a feel

    20070307:
    Emergency call
    Eleven-two-two crawl
    For a lie-censed fall

    20070308:
    What is up with that
    when someone says, ‘Crap?’
    It’s an utter trap.

    20070309:
    Satellite map of brown
    with airport westward of the town
    by a three crossed crown.

    20070311:
    Morning
    Garlic cloves were chopped.
    Browned in ‘ragging’ oil – it popped.
    Stored in glassware; – topped.

    More wispy clouds – no breeze
    Singing birds and blooming trees –
    Some trails gone with ease

    Afternoon
    Trace calls from spammers
    Twelve-two-two P.M slurs
    Dark ‘angers’ refers

    ‘Paw’ pulled the yard weeds
    ‘Maw’s hair cut; no handbag needs;
    Bargains on grown seeds

    Evening
    Washed with no soap bar
    Removed dirt, oil, grime and tar
    Vacuumed my gray car

    ‘Maw’ repaired my jeans
    by hand and sewing machines –
    waistline tight as teens.

    Ten more haiku poems in monorhyme.
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    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20070311-Ode to Pie

    Ode to pie.

    Sigh
    Sweet food reply
    Cry
    Savory supply
    All for one when we see eye to eye

    Dish bake
    Two-crust, one-crust: crossed rake
    Naming pies some fake
    Golden stake
    Sweeter kind is cake.

    Vegetables or fruits, fish or meats
    Chocolate, custards, creams, cheese, nuts, sweets
    Bottom only crust – tart treats
    Slices served or bite-sized party eats
    Well cooked heats

    Pastry
    Sugar free
    Blind-baked no fillings – light, airy
    Butter puff glee
    Short, sweet, hot-water spree

    Dessert
    Clear the table alert
    Tooth decay flirt
    Tummy hurt
    Afters pert

    ‘Coffyn’ has more crust than willing.
    No pie-ing.
    Filling
    Eskimo or moon chilling
    Cream or topped pie throwing thrilling

    A poem of six stanzas in monorhyme based on the numerical value of π (pi) truncated to thirty (30) decimal places.

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

  • 19681201-Fire Ball

    She fell in the A.D. – one nine six eight
    to observe a slow life of an unknown fate –
    whose hot-headed nature is one of her trait.

    With her bad left knee and her first name’s sakes
    she verbalizes whenever it aches
    but hold backs her tears whatever it takes.

    A soul used to feel trapped inside this lab.
    The soul does live while riding this cab.
    The veil of her soul is one that keeps tab.

    The five lost balls do not normally lie.
    The eye of god is like her beloved secret spy.
    He knows everything about this lone fly.

    A poem of four, three-lined stanzas with ten syllables in monorhyme pattern.

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

  • 20070302-Pet Allah

    A perfect realm for pets and all
    is a home with one perfect call.
    A stolen, forgotten lost ball
    hums the ‘Om’ to some recall

    Her journey has been a long haul
    by enduring his lonely stall.
    Her tick had to take a great fall
    but once again is standing tall.

    “Providence is on your side wall,”
    said Peter the rock to St. Paul,
    whose work is in the learning hall
    by signing symbols with his scrawl.

    The horse’s mouth and pots of call
    have approval down to a crawl.
    A juvenile may be quite small.
    He has nothing compared to Gaul.

    He is not alone with his squall
    or her constant bickering brawl.
    He has the truth without the pall
    by complying with the fair ball.

    A poem of five, four-lined stanzas with eight syllable in monorhyme.

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

  • 20070301-Soylent Night

    Drank glasses of milk
    and soy – a vegetable silk: –
    tasteless for my ilk.

    Flooding of the bloat
    grumbles its way by a vote
    for toileted moat.

    Scratching itchy eyes
    and blowing running nose cries
    and blood pressure rise.

    Tightening of throat
    ears and nose: – a mucous boat
    and victim of gloat.

    Uvula and mouth
    swelled like choking medulla:
    a dying hula.

    Histamine attacks
    what my immune system lacks
    Took pills to relax.

    Six haiku poems in monorhyme.

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

  • 20070301-Angered Rumblings

    Nature:

    Felt quake at eight thirty tonight
    per atomic clock to my right sight.
    After three minutes later without fright
    heard copters above without sight
    and felt the low flyby with might

    Family:

    Did not feel all this much excite
    after hearing ‘Mar’s’ hothead ignite
    about religious icons’ right
    at my ‘Onion’s’ house by invite
    and about my advising slight.

    Growing tired from the incite
    of miscommunications with fight
    and disregard for the polite
    who perceive this life with bright light
    and those things and folks that are alright,
    especially the white knight

    A poem of two, five-lined stanzas and of one, six-lined stanza with eight syllables in monorhyme.

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