Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

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

  • 20060914-Friendly Fire

    Damn! That Boy is good with words as food.
    This tool wonders what she missed.
    Fire Burns her soul with big deal goal.
    An angel betrayed is truly pissed.

    Dark brothers use baby OIL as fuel.
    More lessons open her eyes.
    Big deal goal burns fire in her soul.
    Therein their dark trouble of truth lies.

    Latter-days mark her as fool.
    She should wish upon a star.
    Fire Burns her soul with big deal goal.
    Her beloved calls out from far.

    Author’s note: First attempt at ‘ZaniLa Rhyme‘ poem.

    Um, yeah. I’m trying to be creative with the poem based on personal experiences. I awoke at 04:00AM (Pacific Time) on Thursday, 09-14-2006 from a nice dreamless sleep to learn more on my own. There is much pondering to do from my end. I may wish to return to bed before working hard again. By the way ‘J@ck B!ll*’ of Florida (if you are still alive), ‘Jerk Turdannatto’ has called me ‘chica,’ which is Spanish for ‘chick’ during business hours yesterday, Wednesday 09-13-2006. I tried to joke and laugh at the incident (as usual) and have not reported anything yet to the H/R department for fear of losing my job. 09-14-2006 06:03PM. I continue to feel (or imagine) the torments from my co-workers as we transition over to my third reporting manager(s), whoever they are, in the three years of working at this company. I could only assume that the ‘ragins’ are to blame for my sufferings. I have other pathetic pods to blame in this game. 09-14-2006 06:04PM.

    P.S. No babies were harmed in making OIL. 09-14-2006 06:02PM.

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  • 20050609-Night Eyes

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    My photo taken with my camera phone of what seems to be two pair of eyes looking down from the upstairs window.

    Night eyes in the sky
    looked from our upstairs window
    as clouds passes by…

    Another attempt at senryu…

    Note: The attached photo was taken at night on 09-June-2005. I saw some clouds passing by though the upstairs window and decided to take a snapshot with my camera phone. As expressed in my previous blogs, I report whatever I believe is real to me. The photo has not been altered.

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

  • 20060910-Water Folks

    Heart of Africa calls to me.
    There is much work for all to see
    by the return of blessed rains.
    From green forests to crystal falls,
    happiness is there without walls
    or sad dryness upon the plains.

    Break your chains and return to us.
    Remember nature and confess.
    All is not lost to the unknown.
    Friendly faces with cheerful smiles
    warm lovingly for many miles.
    As colored petals, you have shown.

    Pebbles are thrown into water,
    though your daughter and sons have grown.

    Author’s note: First attempt at Jeffreys Sonnet poem.

    On 09-06-2006, I totally cried after I first read his Example # 1 poem.

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

  • 20060907-Shrub Shout

    import, export, in and out
    broke my heart without a doubt
    drained my hopes like gas with spout
    dried my dreams like oil and drought
    bought my life through network route
    tracked by rats – internet scouts
    import, export – empty shout 

    This poem is about an article dated 09-06-2006 by one of my favorite ‘teachers’ from this current lifetime. And I too will post more about these stinkers and how they continue to follow me around town. I have posted many times (with time and date stamps) in my now deleted blogs about how certain vehicles, including my local police below and copters above, ‘watch’ my activities.

    Two more houses in my neighborhood have ‘improved’ their houses and now I could see them from my second story windows. This means the value of our neighborhood is going up or that the people improving in these smaller houses got smart and know that buying a new one would ultimately put them further into debt.

    Then again I have to learn to be less stinky myself and in my outlook in life. Once again, laughter is the best way to ward off the bad things in life. Smiling also relieves any tension among people who are very sensitive to seeing grouchy faces. I may have to put makeup (of basic liquid, powder and lipstick) from now on to mask my pain caused these same stinkers, by the way.  (See? Much better, right?)

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

  • 20060906-Ask Nothing

    Ask the deaf.
         They hear nothing.
    Ask the blind.
         They see nothing.
    Ask the meek.
         They want nothing.
    Ask of me.
         My answer is [left intentionally blank].

    P.S. My apologies go to JB (Florida), MB (Senegal), GJ (OK) and any strangers for not chatting via Yahoo! Messenger. Toodles!

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

  • 20060812-A Flushing Back

    A final poem in response to a poem entitled ‘A Rushing Back’ by a ‘JB’.

    I flushed you back to your watery ways.
    Love is greater than whatever I paid.
    I failed to continue. I was afraid.
    Connection was compatible but a sad haze.
    I could not express my truth. As I gaze
    into the warmth of the sunshine, I prayed.
    The event horizon has become my shade
    against the darkness in the coming days.

    Without your first contact of a fifth kind,
    my thought of being alone has fled away.
    I’d look up to the sky on any gray day
    and found your reality in my mind.
    My thoughts of you were never far behind.
    Your pleasant dreams are where I will convey.
    I won’t wake you up. I had to obey.
    Our true love has been compliantly blind.

    Two poems of Italian octaves with ten syllables.

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

  • 20060812-A Poem to Flynn

    A Rushing Back

    You came rushing back to me
    in my dreams last night.
    It’s been a while since I’ve
    felt your touch —
    heard your voice —
    saw your smile.

    You came rushing back to me
    in my dreams last night.
    I thought it was real.
    I thought it was you —
    holding onto me so tight.

    You came rushing back to me
    in my dreams last night.
    Please don’t wake me!
    I’m finally alive again

    I need you– don’t go
    you feel so real
    you feel so right

    oh baby it’s got to be true
    cause in my dreams

    I’m rushing back to you.

    Please don’t wake me…
    In my dreams I am alive again.

    I feel your touch.
    I hear your voice.
    I taste your smile.

    It’s seems so right.
    It feels so real. It’s got to be true….
    because…. in my dreams

    I’m rushing back to you

    A poem to Flynn from a ‘JB.’

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

  • 20060731-Black Dough

    My musing barks like a little black crow.
    Ear pressures hurt! I cannot hear my foe.
    I’m stuck in a rut. This is all I know.
    I’m indoors all day. There’s nowhere to go.
    I’m a boring girl. This lifestyle is slow.
    I’m unimpressive. There’s no one to show.
    I’m here by myself. No one says, ‘Hello.’
    My musing barks like a little black crow.

    I was content and carefree years ago.
    My happiest hopes and dreams seemed to grow.
    For six years, I learned about quid pro quo.
    My path has led me to a status quo.
    Their calls to me seemed based on purest snow.
    More fires of hell await me below!
    I don’t understand and may never know
    how desperate people are made to owe.
    Ear pressures hurt! I cannot hear my foe.

    Third attempt at combining virelai nouveau moreem…
    Author’s note: Save your breath while you all still can…

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

  • 20060731-My Sigh

    Based on my chatting experience(s) of those willing to take any risk…

    Head pressures hurt! But His love is no lie.
    On this eve at eight-ten, some geese flew by
    in southbound formation – last day July.
    Through open windows, I saw clear blue sky.
    I heard their honking from two-stories high.
    I sounded a farewell and waved goodbye.
    I pray to God this guy is not a spy.

    Last week at the bank, I thought of that guy.
    My feeling has been that he seems nearby.
    For one month, we chatted – laugh, love and cry.
    These past two weeks of help have gone awry.
    I felt well used but could only deny.
    Death come to me if I’m left high and dry!
    Since there’s still nothing, I no longer cry.
    He did not land as this day draws nigh.
    Head pressures hurt! But His love is no lie.

    Second attempt at virelai nouveau with one dark musing of elusive relief…

    Author’s note: Save your chatting archives for later retrieval… Mine dates back since 1998…

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

  • 20060729-Cleared Love

    A thirteenth poem to JB of Florida in response to five more poems of his to me…

    Who is that fine guy with softest brown eyes?
    Through the windows of his soul, she could see.
    True love pulls into the driveway at night.
    New hopes arise where parking is free.

    What has she done for him to thank her more?
    Gut feelings allowed her belief in him.
    Cut to the chase with a place in his heart.
    But the price is going out on a limb.

    When did they first meet as good friends online?
    Pen for poems and flowers for her worked.
    Amen to both hearts as the busy days
    begins to grow, learn and heal where love lurked.

    Where is his woman? He prayed to the Lord.
    There she is waiting for him to come and
    share what lovers do under the covers.
    Prepare the handmaid with His guiding hand.

    Why live alone without the love from a
    guy who serves an unknown purpose? And yet
    by being open and honest he will
    try to love his woman with no regrets.

    How is this project a worthy new phase?
    Now is a new time of planting His seeds.
    Plow through the high walls that set us apart.
    Vow to start together with loving needs.

    First attempt at combining lento and five W’s (with a ‘How’ question)…

    P.S. I know you people are gauging my reaction to daily events… psyche!

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

  • 20060726-A Poem to Flynn

    God give me more love
    for my tender wife Cecil.
    Give me patience that lovers keep.
    Give me strength to love when sad.
    Give me happiness over sorrow.

    God give me the will
    never to disappoint her.
    Give me the skills I need
    to earn for her the happiness she deserves.
    Give me the charms to delight her body,
    enlighten me to stir her soul.

    Lord Jesus give me
    the love of Cecil
    and I’ll ask you
    for nothing more.

    A poem to Flynn from a ‘JB.’

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

  • 20060725-What ‘Muck’!

    Eh?
    Your damn English is so bizarre!
    Who the hell do you think you are?

    Your thick accent is not too clear.
    Bad reception made you sound far.

    I don’t understand you at all.
    Your background life is from afar.

    I ended up taking your fall.
    This online love was not on par.

    Huh?
    Those same people think I’m your whore.
    I’ll just suck on this fine cigar.

    I don’t care for you anymore.
    My life plays on this sad guitar.

    My hope is gone. Your fear is near.
    Be free to roam with your past scar.

    I’m free and clear. I’m sorry dear.
    Be safe to drive in your fast car.

    What?
    You freaking ‘foreigners’ are weird.
    Don’t expect to get your pink card.

    I expected to touch your beard.
    My heart was free but now is hard.

    Those elites made us your users.
    The choice to share has left us scarred.

    Death awaits Flynn’s ‘love’, you losers!
    All your souls are looking quite charred.

    Fourth attempt at ghazal and dark (based on a hunch, you damn freaks!)…

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