Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Tag: myPoems

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

  • 19681201-Fire Ball

    She fell in the A.D. – one nine six eight
    to observe a slow life of an unknown fate –
    whose hot-headed nature is one of her trait.

    With her bad left knee and her first name’s sakes
    she verbalizes whenever it aches
    but hold backs her tears whatever it takes.

    A soul used to feel trapped inside this lab.
    The soul does live while riding this cab.
    The veil of her soul is one that keeps tab.

    The five lost balls do not normally lie.
    The eye of god is like her beloved secret spy.
    He knows everything about this lone fly.

    A poem of four, three-lined stanzas with ten syllables in monorhyme pattern.

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

  • 20050115-Justice Help

    An online solidarity
    to petition unresolved crimes
    for officials to clarity
    of the nine and eleven times.

    The number of six, one, five, three
    in memory and on behalf
    of a concerned citizen like me,
    including some government staff.

    The victims and the families
    The firefighters and police
    need justice served not some disease
    for those willing to have some peas.

    A poem of three, four-lined stanzas with eight syllables in abab pattern.

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

  • 20070301-Browbeating Unit

    Don’t be evil. Please wake up now.
    Stop your control. Browbeating cow!
    The old souls know you are not you.
    Your son has left: new life to pursue.

    You did not understand healing
    but held fast to your faith based stealing.
    You told me- your God: [I] had no soul!
    How dare you mother unit troll!

    I leave you in peace with your way.
    Your body will suffer each day.
    I am truly sorry to leave.
    You’ll be happy and free to grieve.

    A poem of three, four-lined stanzas with eight syllables in aabb pattern of dark. (Thanks ‘Peg.’)

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

  • 19681201-Scottish Fold

    Stuck in the canal
    Of the watery birth ways
    For thirteen hours

    Cold clamps of forceps
    Traumatized by her pain pills
    Dark blue but now pale

    Born of folded ears
    half the size of ancestors
    With slight hearing loss

    With red rosy cheeks
    And head full of straight dark hair
    I stuck out my tongue.

    Four samples of haiku poem.

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

  • 20070303-Small Flights

    Hummingbird flying
    Two of ten Cyprus trees green
    Small, fast and unseen

    Yellow tummy bird
    Brown branch of first bloom, fruit tree
    Sitting and looking

    Hornet hovering
    Window then gutter of house
    Yellow orange bug

    Small whitish insect
    Hovering past my window
    Dancing fast away

    Four haiku poems.

    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.

  • 20070302-Pet Allah

    A perfect realm for pets and all
    is a home with one perfect call.
    A stolen, forgotten lost ball
    hums the ‘Om’ to some recall

    Her journey has been a long haul
    by enduring his lonely stall.
    Her tick had to take a great fall
    but once again is standing tall.

    “Providence is on your side wall,”
    said Peter the rock to St. Paul,
    whose work is in the learning hall
    by signing symbols with his scrawl.

    The horse’s mouth and pots of call
    have approval down to a crawl.
    A juvenile may be quite small.
    He has nothing compared to Gaul.

    He is not alone with his squall
    or her constant bickering brawl.
    He has the truth without the pall
    by complying with the fair ball.

    A poem of five, four-lined stanzas with eight syllable in monorhyme.

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

  • 20070301-Soylent Night

    Drank glasses of milk
    and soy – a vegetable silk: –
    tasteless for my ilk.

    Flooding of the bloat
    grumbles its way by a vote
    for toileted moat.

    Scratching itchy eyes
    and blowing running nose cries
    and blood pressure rise.

    Tightening of throat
    ears and nose: – a mucous boat
    and victim of gloat.

    Uvula and mouth
    swelled like choking medulla:
    a dying hula.

    Histamine attacks
    what my immune system lacks
    Took pills to relax.

    Six haiku poems in monorhyme.

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

  • 20070301-Angered Rumblings

    Nature:

    Felt quake at eight thirty tonight
    per atomic clock to my right sight.
    After three minutes later without fright
    heard copters above without sight
    and felt the low flyby with might

    Family:

    Did not feel all this much excite
    after hearing ‘Mar’s’ hothead ignite
    about religious icons’ right
    at my ‘Onion’s’ house by invite
    and about my advising slight.

    Growing tired from the incite
    of miscommunications with fight
    and disregard for the polite
    who perceive this life with bright light
    and those things and folks that are alright,
    especially the white knight

    A poem of two, five-lined stanzas and of one, six-lined stanza with eight syllables in monorhyme.

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

  • 20070301-Pink Evening

    Pink cherry blossoms
    bend closer whenever she comes
    with winds as eardrums.

    Pink and soft blue clouds
    hover in circular shrouds
    unnoticed by crowds.

    Pink colored fountains
    cascade purple on mountains
    good evening to friends.

    Three haiku poems in monorhyme.

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

  • 20060301-Flippant Observer

    Seekers of your Truth
    Compiling realities
    Sharing of your Love

    Rolled around in mud
    under the baking sun stud
    Cooled by watered flood

    Standing in the nude
    With your Love and Truth as food
    Always in the mood

    Lovers competing
    No time or crime for cheating
    Always repeating

    Among painful moans:
    We won’t lay down for your loans
    or pay with our bones.

    Five more haiku poems.

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

  • 20070301-Disowned Daughter

    Death of a daughter
    in the mother unit’s mind
    Disowned forever

    A plot against her
    By child’s words of craziness
    Left broken hearted

    Silence is golden.
    Not a word has been spoken
    Ignorance is bliss.

    The daughter is free.
    By thoughts of the unit’s death
    Alive without her

    Four senryu poem of darks.

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