Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Tag: myPoetry-category

A form of literature that uses aesthetic and often rhythmic qualities of language.

  • 20070827-Urgent Notice

    A certified letter today
    Shows what current balance to pay
    Within ten (10) days have yet to owe
    From economic hardship flow!
    Raise the levy, late penalty
    Interest charges — none for free!

    Nothing real or personal
    Seize to collect from this poor gal!
    Nothing old, borrowed or blue
    Transparency of legal sue
    Nothing owned but one paid-off car
    Wishing away the jailhouse bar

    A shiny knight to save her days
    And brotherhood to whom she prays.
    With helping hand to lift her up
    And other good to fill her cup
    A special guy with her in mind —
    A robin hood among her kind.

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

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

  • 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.

  • 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.

  • 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.

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    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-Phising Bates

    You are feeling ballsy
    And having too much fun
    Foolish ‘scripting-kiddy’
    Knows nothing how its done

    How to scam a scammer
    With QANGO parodied
    Beware the jackboot hammer
    Contractors cast aside.

    Name, address, phone numbers
    Email and your account
    Wealth in dreamless slumber
    A waiting game amount

    They are not moronic!
    Unwise Master Baiters
    Burning Bush Masonic
    ‘Foot in mouth/bill’ ‘Gaters’

    Four stanzas about scam baiting via [http://www.419eater.com/] with six syllables in abab pattern    .

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

  • 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.