Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Tag: myPoetry-category

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

  • Weekly Photo Challenge: Boundaries

    Boundaries
    Photo courtesy of http://ma.tt

    Photo courtesy of http://ma.tt
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    With this veil between both worlds,
    your tears of sparkling diamonds separate us.
    When will you see that all that is gold will not always shine?
    But that your everlasting love for me will forever be in my heart.

    How is it you turned an eyeglass holder into a golden necklace?
    Truly, it is brighter than gold itself!
    It is your creative spirit that makes your beautiful.

    Mother, you are my inspiration.
    For in this poem I shall — one day —
    photograph you wearing this precious bling
    and upload this sentimental value into my weblog.
    What is more valuable than life itself?
    My priceless love which no one could see but love itself.
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    Author’s note: Since I’m too lazy to take up the challenge of taking my own photographs and slowing down the blogging process, I will create poems based on the interpretations of each photo! That’s right! Some poets on WordPress.com write poetry in this manner. One such poet has a very deep and dark theme of society’s ills. Mine will be a mixture of both positive and negative. While his poetry is aligned in the center for his free verse of VERY few words per line, mine will be aligned to the left to accommodate my “prose-like” poetry. It’s still “sounds” like I’m talking aloud while blogging in verse. Enjoy.

    Reference: Introducing weekly photo challenges

  • Hog’s Tooth

    Howdy!

    And meet your maker.

    Another target acquired for the day.

    Or night for Molech’s owls.

    “Hoot! Hoot! Hoo-yah!”

    Add another priceless

    Ring around the collar.

    Not stained brown.

    Or bloody red.

    Or shiny bling.

    Nay, just a tooth.

    For an eye.

    From an eye.

    —
    If this “verse” didn’t flow well, it’s because I’m an amateur with weird thoughts at best.

  • Sacrifices…

    EAT ME

    I came into this world.
    To shed some light on truth.
    My sheep were many.
    My wolves were few.
    I came into this world,
    Seeking a reason to live,
    Only to find that I, too, hunger
    And lost my way.
    My children too will eat
    Someday,
    Where only good folks dwell.
    Now it’s time to feast
    On the hard work of others,
    Who follow blindly,
    The piper’s tune…

    Author’s note: Eh, it’s supposed to be another dark poem.

  • Therapists…

    DRINK ME

    Come in!
    How are you?
    It’s been awhile.
    Would you care for drink?
    Here take two of these:
    It will help you relax.
    That’s it.
    Now lie down.
    Close your eyes.
    Take a deep breath.
    And tell me your problems.
    Imagine you are in a happy place:
    Where noone will hurt you.
    That’s it.
    You are falling into a deep sleep.
    Only you can hear my voice.
    I’ll make everything alright.
    You will feel much better.
    After we are through…

    Author’s note: A dark poem on a word play of the blog title. A burden one must carry for knowing too much…

  • Bday 70th

    Maw’s 70th birthday went well. Lunch was baked tri-tip sirloin and steamed salmon from Costco, steamed vegetables (of green beans, butter squash, broccoli and zucchini) from the Commissary store, noodles from Panda’s Express, Lumpia from Goldilocks and guava-flavored, four-layered cake from Aki’s Bakery. Some photos were taken. Three cards were read. And the 2004 Angelica Reserve (16.8% alcohol by volume) was finished. The twosome left around 4:30pm. And we watered the cacti out front, washed and dried the dishes. Maw and Paw cleaned up the oven and stove while I blogged for awhile. Then I did Maw’s nails.

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    Here is the poem I typed up and taped to the inside front cover of my card to Maw:

    You’ve been helpful, caring and kind.
    You’ve shared you’re love to those left behind.

    Always cooking, cleaning, sewing and neat.
    Always smiling, wisely, tender and sweet.

    You’ve loved and you’ve cried.
    You’ve been honest and not lied.

    Doing what is the best
    And not taking a rest.

    Seventy years later.
    I want to say:

    Happy Birthday
    I love you everyday!

  • Earl batters Caribbean, threatens US East Coast

    In recent news, `Earl batters Caribbean, threatens US East Coast`.

    Author’s note: Over the weekend, Maw has been chasing my `Earl – the Squirrel`. So I made a poem about the incident.

    Stick Him by FLYNN

    Almighty stick of wood!
    Can’t catch him if you could!
    Earl the Squirrel is willy and quick!
    Can’t get him with your stick!

    “Clang! Clang!” of brassy key
    Iron gate and noisy tree
    Earl the Squirrel with walnut in mouth:
    Headed up and not due south.

  • Stick Him

    Almighty stick of wood!
    Can’t catch him if you could!
    Earl the Squirrel is willy and quick!
    Can’t get him with your stick!

    “Clang! Clang!” of brassy key
    Iron gate and noisy tree
    Earl the Squirrel with walnut in mouth:
    Headed up and not due south.

    Author’s note: Over the weekend, Maw has been chasing my `Earl – the Squirrel`. In recent news, `Earl batters Caribbean, threatens US East Coast`.

  • Opposites Attract

    Little girls dress up their dolls.
    Grown women dress up, like their little dolls.

    Little boys play rough games.
    Grown men play rough, like their war games.

    Those were the old times. Roles have reversed and their souls are confused.

  • A haiku about Harry Haiku

    Topic #90: Write a haiku about the last movie you saw. Enter a title and we'll try to find artwork for your post. Remember: 5 syllables, 7 syllables, 5 syllables. (Need help?)

    Harry Potter sucks

    Satanic, Occultist, Witch

    Magician darkness

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  • Phone Your Blog…

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    Addendum-Last edited on 20100701 at 18:02:13 pm: I just recorded my first `Phone Your Blog by Matt`. This was done from my land-line. And thanks to AT&T and the recent worldwide outage, the noise of the landline is gone. As a result, the sound of my voice is clear as whistle.

    Of course, I had to edit this blog entry in order to enter this text and tag it, too.

    Here is the poem as recorded as few minutes ago:

    I love WordPress!
    Yes, I do.
    Tell me can this be true?
    Try `Phone Your Blog`
    Its something new.
    Login now or I’ll be blue.
    End rhymes ending.
    Signing off now.
    Thank you for listening.
    With love as always.
    Flynn’s perfect MEOW.

  • Audio Post

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    Addendum-Last edited on 20100701 at 18:02:13 pm: I just recorded my first `Phone Your Blog by Matt`. This was done from my land-line. And thanks to AT&T and the recent worldwide outage, the noise of the landline is gone. As a result, the sound of my voice is clear as whistle.

    Of course, I had to edit this blog entry in order to enter this text and tag it, too.

    Here is the poem as recorded as few minutes ago:

    I love WordPress!
    Yes, I do.
    Tell me can this be true?
    Try `Phone Your Blog`
    Its something new.
    Login now or I’ll be blue.
    End rhymes ending.
    Signing off now.
    Thank you for listening.
    With love as always.
    Flynn’s perfect MEOW.

  • Lemme Go!

    A poem of bereavement found on page -13-.

    To those I have loved and to those who loved me,
    when I am gone release me: Let me go.

    I have so many things to see and do,
    you must not tie yourself to me with tears,
    be happy that we had so many years.

    I gave you my love you can only guess,
    how much you gave to me in happiness.

    I thank you for the love you each have shown,
    but now it’s time I travel on alone.

    So grieve awhile for me if grieve you must
    then let your grief be comforted by trust.

    It’s only for awhile that we must part,
    so bless the memories within your heart.

    I won’t be far away for life goes on,
    so if you need me — call and I will come.

    Though you can’t see or touch me I’ll be near,
    and if you listen within your heart you’ll hear
    all my love around you soft and clear.

    And then when you must come this way alone,
    I’ll greet you with a smile and welcome you home.