Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Tag: octet

In poetry, a stanza consisting of eight lines.

  • 20080726-High Friends

    Friends from high places
    Friends from low spaces
    And everyone else in between

    Who is on my side?
    The ones that chide,?
    Those with pride
    Or having died
    Not knowing love?

    Copyright © 2008 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.

  • 20070303-None Other

    One
    To meet zero
    Finding true love in a friend
    Shot like an arrow through time and deep space
    Fighting a cause to the end
    To greet hero
    Won

    A poem with 1-4-7-10-7-4-1 pattern.

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

  • 20070113-What’s Wiener

    What’s wiener? What’s wiener?
    Oh! Long is the hotdog.
    Boiled hot to wrinkly red!
    No more ‘teeny, weenie,
    Teeny, shriveled, short’ Frank!
    Bring on the wienerwurst,
    Sausage from Vienna,
    Frankfurter or kielbasa!

    An octet poem with six syllables in no end rhymes.

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