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

  • 20060314-Burgers Singing

    At eight thirty five, my right ear hole rang tonight.
    I read an article about their cobalt blue.
    This means that better days coming is quite true;
    although my fellows no longer blog of their plights;

    There is no need to reveal by what one already scorns.
    Whatever action has been done or badly said.
    There is one faith that they cannot and will not tread.
    That true love is always there to remove old thorns.

    On March twenty-two of thousand three, my fate
    was a strange encounter while at a starry place.
    It was near railways and a dried up river space.
    At fourteen hundred and twenty minutes, I ate.

    Suddenly, my right ear hole rang loudly that day.
    I rubbed that ear hole to make the sound go away.

    There was a camera near the money giver.
    It was mounted near the top left of the bathrooms.
    I ate my big burger amidst greasy fumes.
    My last visit there was near the greasy river.

    He walked towards the bathroom slinking up from behind.
    He wore a long black overcoat below the knee.
    He hurriedly left without a goodbye to me.
    He wore no smile and had dark shades on like a blind.

    My right hole ringing reminded me of both
    stories but there is no jury to listen to my oath.

    Revised on 07-08-2006at 01:33AM  in an attempt at two sonnets…

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

  • 20060314-Numbskull Appointment

    Anesthesia numbs my right face, I chide.
    From below right eye to chin, it’s one side.
    Heaviness lingers in my face, I blog.
    I did not drool on clean shirt like a slob;
    took a cold shower that washes me clean;
    and sighed a relief to my wondrous sheen.

    Stayed calm in chair without protest or shout.
    Cinnamon flavored cotton swab in mouth
    numbed and prepped for two inserted needles.
    I felt the quick stabs without the giggles;
    waited in the chair while flesh swelled a bit;
    and meditated for a few minutes.

    Drill pierced ears and air in apprehension.
    Was not scared but wide eyed in direction.
    Opened and closed my mouth as instructed.
    Tired, cold jaws quivered but conducted.
    Old fillings came out without pain that time.
    Could not speak, mumbled and motioned like mime.

    Hungry tongue searched for missing cheeks and gums.
    Anesthesia wears off, no longer numbs.
    Drank bottled water, plastic straw with care.
    Careful my drool does not fall anywhere.

    Swallowed in slow motion towards my throat.
    People who have cavities should not gloat.
    For those lucky enough to have their teeth,
    keep all you have to bite down hard and eat.

    Revised on 07-12-2006 at 07:39AM…

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

  • 20060314-Falling Moon

    Stories:
    Fell both forward and backward on my wings.
    Landed twice on my back at work, it seems
    Helping hands helped without my full knowing.
    Thank them many times for always showing.

    Fell on roller skates up the stairs back east.
    Had flowers, cried for my mom at least.
    Fell on rear ends by granny one time.
    Fell from snowboard by me and mine.

    Fell while moving mattresses at our home.
    Faced into closing garage door of bone.
    Didn’t break my expensive eyeglasses.
    Stuck head with baseball in PE classes.

    Looked upward to the western orange sky.
    In October, oh five saw Ra’s right eye.
    Questioned what I saw but let out a sigh.
    Didn’t have camera as I drove by.

    Status:
    The snow has fallen, the rain is falling.
    The warm sunny days has been forestalling.
    The clouds above are whiter and fluffy.
    My small world spins and my nose gets stuffy.

    I read and learn and practice at slow pace.
    How does one overcome falling from grace?
    My strange dreams are vivid recently.
    I can’t fit in with much futility.

    Opinions matter as the likes of mine.
    I rant and rave for each and every time.
    Where do bloggers go? Who will ever show?
    I’ll ask tonight’s full moon maybe it knows.

    Tonight’s lunar eclipse, I expect the best.
    Everyone join hands once again in this test.
    Who will prevail without panic and mayhem?
    Raise good intentions with a great, Amen!

    Revised on 07-12-2006 07:11AM…

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

  • 20060313-Onions Cry

    Tomorrow, my cavities will be filled.
    There will be sounds of teeth being well drilled.
    It will be resin and not garlic bread.
    I won’t be eating mercury or lead.

    My cavities start to throb in such pain.
    My one hundred dollars is paid in shame.
    The dentist will say, “This won’t hurt one bit!”
    “I’ll numb your nerves with this fine needle tip.”

    With my mouth open, the work will begin.
    The smell of smoke is expected within.
    Waiting is more painful than I could bear.
    An embarrassing drool is what I’ll wear.

    I brush my teeth and floss everyday.
    Brushing more than once is enough, I’d say.

    I grind my teeth at night from daily stress.
    These would wear my teeth from more to less.
    I do not chew on hard food or hard ice.
    My teeth are not quite pearly white but nice.

    I have my parents to thank for straight teeth.
    I wore these steel braces wrapped like a wreath.
    Both under bite and crooked teeth are fine.
    These TMJ clicks will always be mine.

    I never smoked and I never will.
    A kiss from a smoker may be a thrill.
    If your have false teeth, I won’t you ask why.
    Please don’t smell of onions or I will cry.

    The taste of sugar or sweetened desserts
    is better than smelling that really hurts.

    Revised on 07-08-2006 01:13PM  with an attempt at sonnet…

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

  • 20060310-Enuf Said

    Un oeuf is an egg. Enough is enough.
    Eggs become chicken. We need to grow up.
    We can stop these egg biters with our best.
    We can defeat them with Love in our nest.

    We will hold our hands of winged intent
    and shower golden auras as our strength.
    We will fly right into their cold hearts of stone.
    The predators and parasites will groan.

    We can say no more and can act some more.
    NOW we can raise earth’s light through open door.
    We can send harm back to the land beyond.
    NOW we can lock them up where they were spawned.

    We have heard your call and we have the shield.
    NOW we go forth with Love for our fate is sealed.

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved. (more…)

  • 20060227-Gray There

    I see gray clouds up above yesterday and the whole of today. It’s 07:33PM.

    The cats and dogs are pouring their tears as heavily upon rooftops, treetops and mop tops of old hairstyles and everywhere the sounds of washing cars establishments beating on windshields wiping faster than flags waving for Indy cars towards the finish line.

    There is freedom from the transmission devices digging into skin of scalp and hiding where only daredevils roam freely in circles. Pluck!

    The feeling becomes soothing and sleepy in my hands; the root herewith being less itchy and hairy in my palms as I hold to light shining and shiny yet through to show lifelessness, stillness and laughing at the strand.

    I am free and am no longer slave to wandering nails etching railroad tracks to unknown forestation thick and deep. Dark are the colors above as I sleep while it makes noise of squealing delights to once existence on top.

    Now, no longer buzzing in annoyance but in garbage among balls matted or in water flushed towards birthing into ocean wide and blue, deeper until returning with others for the attack and more and more to roam in circles.

    Mirror, mirror where are they? They they are but not in hay as yellow. But in reflections beyond blurry eyesight did I see. Hurry, more are more coming forward with the urge to raise sheaves and harvest that gray there.

    Over there! It’s lost and cannot be found. I miss again from lack of strength to raise arms higher. I see it! Pluck!

    There is relief at last and more to go. I’m afraid where only gray hairs grow.

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  • 20060227-Say No!

    The final answer of No! is my blog for today. My big brain and fragile mind cannot handle the overwhelming disinformation.

    I say No! To media driven, fear mongering, visually laden programming from a bunch of overpaid hoot nannies broadcaster via our airwaves and radio waves.

    The weather is cold, cloudy and rainy outside now and overall color is gray.

    I say No! To weather that is controlled unnaturally by HAARP and similar weird devices.

    My feeling is not to working today and don’t feel I’m being paid enough for my efforts.

    I say No! to working hard for nothing and earning cold hard cash that flushes down the royal throne we call the toilet, which could now use bidets for cleaner behinds.

    Toilet habits are mundane and unnecessary to discuss especially to my public.

    I say No! to the usage of toilets, the fluoride or fluorine contained in mouthwashes and toothpastes or to the natural bodily function of pooping.

    No more delays and betrayal of trusts are warranted. I only trust myself and no one else anymore.

    I say No! to traitors of my heart. They have been too cunning and scheming in persuading the unwary individuals involved.

    Certain people should pay for deceiving me.

    I say No! to wheelers and dealers behind closed doors too. They have been too secretive and not forthcoming with their activities.

    My help is more than enough already.

    I say No! to creditors with exorbitant interest rates on loans that could kill us poor folks, parasites that drain our energies, beggars that should know better about working menial jobs at least, predators that chomp on the necks for nourishment and suckers that give false hopes, the worse of the kind.

    Yesterday, my dream worlds were composed in the shortest amount of words that I could remember.

    I say No! to burning out (or smoking the kinds of stuff that burn your brains or balls, if you are of the male species).

    Nothing could keep this person more preoccupied than to tirelessly sit on her behind to accomplish pieces of her wee little history via online blogging.

    I say No! to tiredness of body and mind and pieces of drivel that are too long.

    Too many people think about who or what I AM.

    I say No! to slanderers, hearsay-ers and gossipers that bear false witness against me, myself and I (and any neighbors that happen to get in the way for all I care).

    Trying to prove any intelligence in blogging is not my goal. My writing skills are in the novice stage.

    I say No! to intelligent geniuses, well educated in universities, well-versed kinds of messengers and reporters.

    My freedom to communicate is being practiced everyday and is being read by what’s left of my public in what I perceive as real and in my reality.

    I say No! to freedom ringers (ding! ding!), truth seekers and crusaders beyond the third dimensional thinkers.

    There is the opposition to freedom.

    I say No! to slave drivers, control freaks and sharp shooters aimed at innocent people to be stilled into silence.

    War is nonsense. Ego is nonsense. Any propaganda to promote violence is nonsense.

    I say No! to war to fuel the egos of these global elites and via the media broadcasters.

    Governments or religious organizations in any way, shape or form are too many.

    I say No! to mechanisms installed by smart ones that don’t always work for everyone.

    You may say No! to anything that doesn’t click with being true to yourselves.
    You may say No! to everyone you don’t like or could care less to like.

    You may, however, say Yes! to love, kindness and compassion.
    You may also say Yes! to hope and a better future.
    You may yet be saved with your generous donations too.
    Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!

    I say No! to interjections that could make me throw up, which I did one time outside our church when I was cramping one Sunday morning.

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

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