Tag: personal

  • 20060323-Simply Being

    I compose my blogs and edit more.
    My head, limbs and back would feel so sore.
    Everyday I would sit without fail.
    My efforts either take flight or sail.

    I give myself only two hours.
    One blog is finished like dusk flowers.
    I compose until the late of night
    or until there’s nothing left to write.

    I find I could do only so much.
    I try not to make life my old crutch.
    I learned to blog in ones month’s short time.
    I wrote poetry well with each rhyme.

    I learned much with my abilities
    through the open possibilities.
    It does not take too much to employ
    the innate skills to share and enjoy.

    My writing is my new found hobby
    and without the likes of a hubby.
    Close people don’t know of these passions
    instead they buy the latest fashions.

    The world is full of hopes, tears and fears.
    My life has been filled with joy and cheers.
    Life’s moments are in the here and now.
    Good people warms as one would allow.

    A messenger is me, who would fight.
    A reporter is me, who would write.
    I’m human in a special way.
    I’ve shared myself and my world each day.

    For hidden truths from masters or me,
    first look within and know you are free.
    From us beings above or below,
    connect outside under sunlight glow.

    Revised on 07-11-2006 05:14AM…

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

  • 20060323-Dodging Ball

    On the playground, elementary school,
    we played dodge ball and ran around like fools.
    One by one the ball handler made the throws.
    And one of us would feel the painful blows.

    I wore my mini red dress so pretty.
    My ponytails wagged like a small kitty.
    One by one the players inside tagged out.
    I dodged the red ball and stuck my tongue out.

    As the last one for a few minutes more,
    the game went on but became a big bore.
    This way and that way I’d wonder what was next.
    A guy cornered me and I was perplexed.

    Dodge ball game is mean to fun and quick.
    None should have this one fine ball to kick.
    Those that think they know the truth from me
    don’t perceive the facts and don’t truly see.

    In this game of truth or dare, be aware:
    dropping the ball is followed by prayers.

    So there!

    Revised on 07-11-2006 at 05:34AM…

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

  • 20060322-Dogging Trouble

    “She is a weird one!” They would often say.
    “Here comes trouble! Let’s keep out of her way.”
    These strange people behave like I’m prey.
    Why do they tease and taunt like kids at play?

    Some adults are weird and seem immature.
    Their inner child and prankish ways seem pure.
    Am I wrong to feel bad by their muses?
    It feels like having these life long bruises.

    The real world should stop adult beatings
    from spouses or friends who like slap sticking.
    People should greet each other, ‘How are you?’
    instead of wondering why they are true.

    Why are you weird for not being the same
    and stay forever in our hurtful games?
    Labels of wicked witch or plain crazy
    are harsh in a world that is dim and quite hazy.

    Through my eyelash streaked tears of betrayal,
    my hate becomes but improved portrayals.
    The hissings of victims are divided.
    Their cold hearts are conquered with swords guided.

    A smug-faced bulldog watches from the hills.
    He lifts his leg and pronounces his spills.
    Her bad dog was not trained well enough.
    She ended up scooping that stinky stuff.
    After all that and with her dog nearby,
    their good friendship will forever be nigh.

    Revised on 07-14-2006 at 01:45PM…
    Addendum: 12/16/2007 12:52PM.
    Added anold Yahoo! 360 avatar above last stanza of poem…

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  • 20060319-Bawling Body

    Head and sinus pressures increased over the years.
    Normal blood pressure reflects of my younger peers.
    I hear loud humming with a few more high pitches,
    which is louder at night as my ear hole itches.

    My neck is cracked by turning to left and right.
    Head pain was to left side and does not feel tight.
    Have annoying TMJ clicks that will be there.
    Use cold ice, exercise by palming cheeks with care.

    My stiff neck makes crackling noises all the time.
    I do karate chop exercises like a mime.
    Snap noises are in hips, elbows and knee joints too.
    I crouch like a sumo and kick like a judo.

    Busy hands are intact and still strong as ever.
    Busy fingers are fast and type with some error.
    My weakened wrist however would feel somewhat sore.
    Don’t want carpal tunnel yet to exercise more.

    My poor circulation affects mostly my feet.
    Blue toenails become pink with applied heat.
    Leg sensations feel all tingly and prickly.
    I stand up to shake these off but not quickly.

    If I stood up fast, I’d felt dizzy without faint.
    I’ll take care of self and have fewer complaints.
    Blood status not great but done all I could
    by eating properly of my elder Maw’s tasty food.

    I should not load up on carbohydrates or sweets.
    Cavities are quite expensive with holes in my teeth.
    I try to avoid dairy, fats, oils and red meats
    and those tasty snacks of empty caloric treats.

    My eye prescription is slightly astigmatic.
    I drive at night and good thing am not asthmatic.
    No eyestrain hurts from behind the computer table.
    My red eyes would sting from sad movies on cable.

    My rear end has been hurting from sitting here too long.
    I should get it round so I could wear a sarong.
    My gray hairs upon my head continue to itch.
    My dandruff laughed at me like a wicked old witch.

    My last condition involved the largest organ.
    Skin treatment is needed to remove my green Gorgon.
    My sensitive skin has felt rough, red, hot and dry.
    I’d massage moisturizers like pigs in a sty.

    This is a list of my frail human conditions.
    This bio-unit has a few more admissions.
    My heart feels its power over the past two years.
    I feel more sensitive when people come too near.

    The clockwise spiraling is hard on my body.
    My energy should not belong to anybody.
    I heal myself and others to make the world right.
    Love is unconditional like heavenly light.

    Revised on 07-17-2006 at 08:37AM…

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  • 20060319-Midnight Yawn

    Good morning to you on this fine starlit midnight.
    My pink panties on my big rear are on too tight.
    I stifle this yawn by closing my small pink mouth.
    I blew out air through my ears instead of due south.

    I felt naughty in my cotton nigh-ties of pink.
    My sleepy mood meant I had way too much to drink.
    I heard the noisy surf from the great blue ocean.
    I heard nice vibrations calling for more lotion.

    My skin felt prickly hot for being dry too much.
    I scratched and rubbed that it almost hurts to the touch.
    I drank cold water to hydrate my heated skin.
    I drank too fast and some liquid fell to my chin.

    The cool liquid dribbled down my clean silky shirt.
    I should be careful and not get my feelings hurt.
    It was only clear water and was no dry joke.
    This shirt is not expensive and wouldn’t go broke.

    I’ll take this one off for now and have it blown dry.
    I’ll slip into something smooth to the naked eye.
    I’ll relax to soft music with wine in one hand.
    I’ll read a good book of a woman and her man.

    I read a chapter of two people in deep love.
    Their moments together seemed like flying white doves.
    I blushed with red cheeks and giggled with rosy glee.
    I wished upon a star he would be there for me.

    I closed my eyes and dreamt of a very nice place.
    I stood on a hill beyond time and empty space.
    The blossoming flowers perfumed the air so sweet.
    The flying song birds sung their high sounding pitched tweet.

    The book I held in my hand dropped onto the floor.
    I awoke myself in the middle of a big snore.
    I caught myself dreaming in another big dream.
    My fragile and beautiful mind wanted to scream.

    So, I mused to my creative and loving self.
    I put my happy heart on this empty white shelf.
    It’s off to bed but image as I compose
    when my wide opening mouth starts its yawns and blows.

    Revised on 07-11-2006 at 09:24AM…

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

  • 20060316-Warm Hands

    My hands are beyond composing of love.
    These were blessed and sensitized from above.
    Some crystals tingle and hurt in my hands.
    They sting back too with its higher demands.

    There are some healers of old and new friends.
    They perform healing that always transcends.
    Their true love is inherited throughout.
    This has always been true without a doubt.

    The gifts of their warm hands will always heal.
    This holistic work would seem so surreal.
    This includes the healing of one’s aura.
    They connect with the flora and fauna.

    The tingling sensation was felt on my back.
    The seeing of colors is what I lack.
    I could see wispy gray and white trails mix
    behind moving cars as my eyes transfix.

    At three PM, I heard a bell ringing.
    He whistled a tune like a bird singing.
    He spoke a strange language unlike someone.
    Hands guide me back to the warmth of the sun.

    Revised on 07-08-2006 06:38PM…

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

  • 20060224-Blue Birth

    Blue skies are nice and so are blue flowers and blue colored birds. Blue color is calm and serene like waters, which we drink to hydrate and cleanse our bodies and to play in for fun, along with the dolphins. Blue also is drawn as a tear to show sadness. Blue.

    My path in this lifetime should have started at my birth filled with the hearty wailing of most babies exposed to the air out from the mother’s womb. Mine was near death due to cyanosis, which is a bluish coloration due to lack of oxygen.

    I could have been destined to be an Indigo person in a metaphysical sense. Indigo is a dark blue to purple blue hue by the way. So my suffering started upon birth, awhile in the incubator and continues to this day as a late bloomer struggling to fully realize this life’s purpose.

    I didn’t see fairies or monsters that go bump in the night. As a child, I grew up fairly well in an ordinary, military family with all those nice birthday parties and the weekly Sunday mass of a ‘Christian’ upbringing. During elementary schooling, I was part of this Gifted Gate program and I participated in some sort of Amadon testing. I don’t remember doing anything special during classes.

    In my teens, I knew what injustice is and how a maid of my paternal grandmother gifted me with hugs, kisses and two wallets for noticing her hard work. “‘Maw,” I asked. “Why is she serving us? I don’t feel comfortable.” I didn’t know that was her job to be bossed around by old granny.

    And eventually I grew into this well fed, slightly overweight and spoiled adult still living with her parents. There is nothing wrong with not moving out and on with my life when all the comforts of home is already here. It is the ‘Asian’ way of taken care of each other until one gets married, at least.

    So what is this Indigo? I’ve read articles online and tried to figure out if there is anything that could explain why I exist here and now. With all the descriptions mentioned, there is only one thing that makes me unique. I am plain weird.

    Basically, why can’t all their experiences by like mine? How are they always different from me? Is everyone else normal; while I’m not? I hardly think these are normal questions for average people like me.

    I think my purpose is to re-discover myself each and everyday. I believe in re-incarnation but do not remember my past lives. I’ve had deja-vu events occur. There are dreams where I visit places in vivid color and details. I think I could draw these places and post them later on. I don’t know about astral travel and dreamland is fine with me for the moment.

    I had my first heiau experience. This was in summer 1998 at the Mystery Spot in Santa Cruz, CA. I nearly collapsed on bended knees from a dizzy energy buzz while trying to grab hold onto the railing to my right. I was holding up the line behind me because ‘Beer Boozeman’ and I were in front. At least he saw my distress and helped me up. How embarrassing and I was not pregnant either. I have been back there a second time but the energy was not that intense.

    I had a near death experience. This was in November 1998 up in Sierra At Tahoe. I nearly snapped my neck from doing a 360 flip as a totally novice snowboarder on the bunny slope. I bumped into a mound and flew into the air. And for some reason I had been gently placed on the snow some ten feet below by an invisible force.

    I didn’t feel the motion of flight at all and had my eyes shut the whole time. I swear ‘Squirrelly’ laughed and everyone from the cabin at the base of the bunny sloop waved and smiled at me. I’m not going to do that sport ever again. I will, in the future, enjoy forming snow angels.

    Life is already vibrant and full of this blue color. Earth from way up in space looks mostly blue due to the refraction of the Sun’s light rays upon the atmosphere. There are blue animals, plants and minerals. There are colorful people in the artist scene such as clowns and comedians. Autistic children are special and have shared their most beautiful works from behind their unlocked minds through music and art.

    Perhaps Indigo people are present to this day to help either alone or with others and to contribute their uniqueness in the world. I do not know about if Indigo people are a well made up scam because there are not that many websites to support this distraction. I’d like to think that human beings have been evolving just the same without the description of blue or violet.

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

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