Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

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A literal technique ‘opposite’ to prose (e.g. everyday speech).

  • Weekly Photo Challenge: Faces

    Faces
    Photo courtesy of http://ma.tt

    —

    “Make someone happy”

    Donate today!

    But can you really tell

    Who deserves your charity?

    Look around in Facebook,

    A popular social networking site.

    Surely, you can tell a happy face

    From a fake face, who feeds off

    Your positive feed backs.

    Are these the kinds of people

    You want on your “Friends’ list?

    After all, they are happy,

    Just fine without your help.

    —

    Author’s note: Instead of taking my photo(s) to fulfill the “requirements” of the “Weekly Photo Challenge”, I will attempt to write a poetry based on Matt’s photo: faces. This poem took about one minute to create. I don’t know if it is appropriate but that’s how inspiration works — quick and easy.

  • Weekly Photo Challenge: Textured

    Textured
    Photo courtesy of http://ma.tt

    —

    In the darkness,

    shimmers a glimpse of faith.

    And through a spark of hope,

    a call to charity is sent out

    throughout the universe –

    as waves upon waves

    of sparkling ripples.

    A Gesundheit is heard

    and serves as a reminder

    to the soul of how

    a handy kerchief

    can help to wipe away

    the chemtrail of tears

    and the spreading of fears

    in the air as infectious diseases.

    —

    Author’s note: Instead of taking my photo(s) to fulfill the “requirements” of the “Weekly Photo Challenge”, I will attempt to write a poetry based on Matt’s photo: textured. This poem took too long to create.

  • Oh, you…

    with all the love we have to give…
    a hug or two and buggle boo…
    thank you for letting us live…
    another day, week or two…

    —

    Hehehe: I had to write a short poem based on an email received today on Friday, July 29, 2011 10:26 AM.

  • Weekly Photo Challenge: Colorful

    Colorful
    Photo courtesy of http://ma.tt

    —

    Poem version one-thoughts completed in less than 15 seconds:

    A garden of flowers
    ripe for the picking
    and into your hands
    I place my love,
    except they were
    once beautiful and
    thriving in my garden
    until you came along
    and married me.

    Poem version two-thoughts took longer than 5 minutes:

    In a world full of characters
    a pinch of yellow sunshines,
    a dash of red flowers and
    a sprinkle of pink hearts,
    I often wonder what in the
    world could be more beautiful
    than picking a bunch of flowering beauties
    from their homes in the country
    and sending them off into a container-filled
    with watery tears, just to be looked at by
    the next buyers for love…

    —

    Author’s note: I’ve decided to write poetry instead of taking my own photograph(s) for Matt’s weekly photo challenge: colorful.

  • Singing mockingbird…

    Singing mocking bird
    atop steepled garage
    atop grayed streetlight
    Making electronic sounds
    Happy as we three
    Thinking how to be free

  • Friendly Blessings

    “May God keep his light upon your way…”
    In happiness, joy, work and play.
    Each and everyday.
    Do not stray.
    Yay!

    Author’s note: A poem of descending, odd-numbered “syllables” for each line: 9, 7, 5, 3, and 1! The first line in italic font was taken from a email response sent on Saturday, March 26, 2010.

    “From a “friend in need” to a friend indeed.”
    Planting a seed of hope to those you feed.
    Removing the weed that chokes you from greed.

    Author’s note: Yet another quote in italics and a poetry with easy end rhymes.

  • 20110314-Daily Post

    Daily Tweeting heads
    Purse-lined sticks as nesting beds
    Eyes the little Feds
    —
    Topic #71: Write a haiku about something that drives you nuts. Remember: 5, 7, 5.

  • Weekly Photo Challenge: Home

    Home
    Photo courtesy of http://ma.tt

    Photo courtesy of http://ma.tt

    —

    Happiness filled our life
    with love and light.
    Joy kept us company, too.

    Out in the country,
    we were one with nature
    and each other, too.

    Precious memories
    of children laughing,
    deer and antelopes playing,

    The two of us
    sat together,
    watching the sunset.

    Looking back into
    the amber glow
    of your smiling eyes,

    I’d hear the
    sweet nothings
    you whispered to me.

    As I close my
    eyes, I can
    see us together again.

    —

    Author’s note: Instead of taking my own photo, I’m trying to write poetry based on Matt’s photo. For the past few minutes and while trying to finish this poem, I’ve gotten the sensation an allergic attack of weepy eyes. (I’m really having PMS and usually I cry my eyes out during the first day).

  • satin tukkee…

    Sounds of parakeets
    in happy tweets —
    for appled delights,
    and high-speed flights,
    with wide-eyed sights,
    of outdoor frights.

    Sounds of parakeets
    and happy feets —
    so sweat
    to eat
    and
    greet:

    “tuk-kee! tuk-tuk-tuk! tuk-kee!”

    Author’s note: Inspiration for poem from today’s “Seach Engine Term” of “satan tukkee…

  • Weekly Photo Challenge: Curiosity

    Curiosity
    Photo courtesy of http://ma.tt

    Photo courtesy of http://ma.tt
    —
    Is the
    other side
    greener?
    Each day,
    my eyes
    peer out
    through these
    iron bars.
    And I
    wonder
    if anyone
    remembers
    to feed me:
    The sweet taste
    of freedom.

    Author’s note: Addendum-Last edited by FLYNN on 20110211 at 20:05:11 PM UTC. In my attempt to create meaningful poetry, I’ve highlight three words based on what I see with the photo. With this recent discovery, I hope to convey deeper messages in my poems.

    Reference: Weekly Photo Challenge: Curiosity

  • 20110209-Daily Post

    Wine, women and song.
    Debuchery going wrong.
    Raping of the minds
    Bumping and grinds
    Idol worshippers and
    Their graven golds
    Backing paper tigers
    And Benadryl molds
    Getting higher rises
    Ladder raises to success
    Mirrors and smokes
    Forget health care strokes
    Alice in Wonderland
    And a glass ceiling
    As slippers to slip
    Further down the
    Rabbit hole where
    Strip teasers dance
    Baring your souls.

    Only to wake up
    to reality sake:
    Home Sweet Home
    Gardening gnome
    Flowers a bloom
    Sweet air plume
    Feathery birds
    Silence is heard
    Golden rule apply
    But then I lie.

    Somewhere on an island and beach of white sands abound.
    Relaxing by the waves shore, splashing children sound.
    Happy and content, whispers of breeze.
    Only to realize outdoor air and pollen sneeze!
    Love within
    Heart and all
    Only dreaming
    vacation
    —
    Topic #41: Describe your dream vacation. Bonus: describe your last vacation. (extra-bonus, is to compare your dream vacation to your last one).

  • 20110208-Daily Post

    Veil of illusion
    Rainstorm snow of confusion
    Heart melting fusion
    —
    I never believed in aliens until I had five, rather brief encounters — two with strange eyes, three with healing hands and one brown grey.

    I never believed in the power of love until I had to learn to share with perfect strangers and family alike what I had work so hard through normal, full-time employments.

    I never believed in a blind faith until I felt the hands of gods working through people with “special gifts”. They touched my soul and opened my eyes. I could hear without hearing and felt without knowing.

    I never believed in life after death until I saw the beauty on this world through nature and all that lives.

    Author’s note: Well, this time instead of writing long-prose in respose to the daily post challenge, I will attempt to write poetry! That’s right! This one is supposed to be a “haiku” with end rhymes. I guess my brain in not hard-wired for penning emotions into words. Bah!
    —
    Topic #40: What’s something you never believed until you experienced it?