Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

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

  • 20060330-Right Hand

    My mind boggled from this urgent phone call.
    My hopes stayed high as I know they won’t fall.
    Whenever they call I always feel used.
    This project left me feeling quite confused.

    How much more helping could they want from me?
    All I want is to be set happy and free.
    The grand illusion binds for the many.
    The few don’t own not even one penny.

    My heart prays in hope these people will see.
    Their hard earned efforts don’t take care of me.
    My purpose is to share from since my birth.
    My love goes beyond anything on this earth.

    My right wing serves as much as the left wing.
    He answers calls each time the angels sing.

    Revised on 07-09-2006 04:40PM…

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

  • 20060329-Pesky Flypasts

    A black copter hovered nearby with its dark, loud rotors.
    My blog was interrupted by this darn motor.
    It cut to silent mode about one block away.
    It hovered at night like a hummingbird – it stayed.

    I pointed my wand instead of their being fingered.
    The noise left the scene and no longer lingered.
    Sometimes I would go outside and jumped up and down.
    I waved my hands and arms at them like a small clown.

    Their flashing spotlights are used in my direction.
    These signals made me feel I had their protection.
    When angered, I would direct my full attention.
    I would use my full anger at their location.

    No news reports lately show these fateful fall downs.
    Flyovers should stop sending their rays around towns.

    Revised on 07-09-2006 08:45PM…

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

  • 20060329-Bear Pressure

    Pressure cooker whistles its readiness.
    My heartbeat rises from this headiness.
    I feel stuffy in my ears and my head.
    I fight back with force without hate or dread.

    Kind forces have been pushing this person.
    Their constant connections are to worsen.
    Both light side and dark side try to persuade.
    Their urgent requests are now being weighed.

    I have to bear this pressure to the end.
    I am only allowed by this one friend.

    Revised on 07-08-2006 11:03PM…

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

  • 20060329-Moniter Monsters

    My monitor monsters are all around.
    They are above, below and without sound.
    I don’t use my phone or emails at work.
    They track me at home and at work as a clerk.

    They drive up and down my long road as well.
    The joggers with headphones know where I dwell.
    They follow as I pass their positions.
    An SUV pulled from his location.

    People walking would look at me with stares.
    People driving have spat through the air.
    Co-working pods are one of my troubles.
    They cough and laugh to pop my fair bubbles.

    Computer monitor is here right now.
    It radiates everyday through my brow.

    Revised on 07-08-2006 at 10:57PM…

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  • 20060329-Slamming System

    The accounting is down for the meantime.
    At ten AM, I found my new thoughts climb.
    This old system should be quickly removed.
    This typing at work could be much improved.
    I type in front of the computer all day.
    I would go outdoors more if they would pay.

    I wonder why we work so fast and hard.
    I imagine playing on the court yard.
    I’d dribble a lay up and slam the ball.
    I can’t reach the hoop because I’m not that tall.
    My legs are best kept tucked away with clothes.
    My knees look like big knuckles from hoses.

    Healthier was high school PE classes.
    Sedentary is behind these thick glasses.
    I sleep less and dream in vivid unrest.
    The slamming shocks system as a test.
    My electrical body computer knows.
    System is rebooted by unseen blows.

    Revised on 07-09-2006 at 10:20PM…

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

  • 20060328-Daily Boosts

    I’ll have a boost in my fruit drink to go.
    These are my pennies. How much do I owe?
    I cannot handle these large fruity drinks.
    I used to get my daily caffeine fix.

    A sweetened liquid was ordered by me.
    I waited in line with others and glee.
    I can’t afford with my meager raise
    the five star goddess and triple lattes.

    The boosts from these drinks do not wake me up.
    My boosts are better that one coffee cup.
    These boosts are sent at and in all directions.
    They know of these etheric corrections.

    Heartfelt boosting is always good for all.
    It’s like one waiting to catch that fly ball.

    Revised on 07-08-2006 at 11:13PM…

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

  • 20060327-One Brow

    On my left brow, there was a firm pressure.
    There was not fear but felt like a fresher.
    They heard me with this mysterious response.
    My bewildered actions were nonchalance.

    I asked of myself and that unknown force,
    “What could you be but that faraway Source?”
    I assumed I kept calling out a name.
    This happened twice but lesser of the same.

    I read BratBoy’s book on that one day.
    The Zen mentions to look within and pray.
    I asked questions for wanting to be free.
    The answer has been no other than me.

    My belief in prayer and praises above
    is those eyebrow gestures of Love.
    Do you love me for who I really am?
    I’m not worthy in this entrance exam.

    I could hide in my corner and perish.
    This is idealized: I could cherish.
    I tried to fit in someone else’s box.
    I would go through these nightly system shocks.

    It is being ethereally shaken.
    There is hope I would not be forsaken.
    My heart has invited this love and light.
    There is only going forward to fight.

    Others are waiting for moments like mine.
    They’ll get their chance for some invisible sign.

    Revised on 07-08-2006 on 11:27PM…

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  • 20060326-Backing Up

    Backing up my work saves my piece of mind.
    I review my creative work offline.
    My blogs and pictures have been saved somewhere.
    I plan to share my memoirs with my heirs.

    My subjective truths are in space and time.
    It’s worth twice a million more than one dime.
    People are here to back up my new soul.
    My evolution has an unknown role.

    Backing up is for tough times of trouble.
    The recovery is less than double.
    No one is left behind, lost or rotten.
    Some, though, are eternally forgotten.

    Revised on 07-08-2006 at 11:36PM…

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  • 20060325-Tread Water

    Gases become solid through frost formation.
    Solids change to gas is sublimation.
    Solids melt into the new form of liquids.
    Liquids turn back into solid by freezing.
    Liquids evaporate to vapor gases.
    Condensation forms liquids on eyeglasses.

    Steam is good in the spa and sauna.
    Rain is good for flora and fauna.
    Ice is good during the cold winter days.
    Ice cubes are good under the sunshine rays.

    Steam is not good for the sensitive skins.
    Rain is not good for the flooding victims.
    Ice is bad for novice snow skiers.
    Frost is bad for any blind sightseers.

    Which of the states of water is preferred?
    To decide which form is best is absurd.
    Water sustains life on this abundant earth.
    Water is priceless and more that it’s worth.

    Every form has a simple, grand design.
    To alter designs is for the Divine.
    Those who would try have a burden at stake
    and are responsibility if they partake.

    Revised on 07-14-2006 at 04:11AM…

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  • 20060324-Donuts Bagels

    Free donuts and bagels are good to eat.
    There is the Friday mornings of people to greet.

    I help myself to one donut and one bagel.
    I eat at my desk not at the lunch room table.
    I’ve not eaten much of the company’s free snacks.
    I’d come to work late because I want to relax.

    All these years here have been back breaking hard work.
    Futile are my efforts as a cubicle clerk.
    Blogging and ranting are done online or at work.
    Whenever I have the chance, I smile my big smirk.

    I do eat my donuts and bagels together.
    I read articles or view the world’s cool weathers.
    This is a small balance of work and life each day.
    Activities make me feel like a child at play.

    My work cubicle is without any house chores.
    I make paper noises, open and close drawers.
    My activities online should not matter to see.
    I am worthy for these people really owe me.

    Some have their dirty secrets and well hidden plans.
    They do smell metallically of green eggs and ham.
    I read articles of their many futile goals.
    Eating these remind me of certain profound holes.

    Revised on 07-09-2006 at 11:47PM…

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  • 20060323-New Keet

    Bugsy the parakeet came to our home today.
    He has purple and white feathers and jumps to play.
    Bugsy is very young his voice squeaked so lightly.
    I knew right away he would sing loud and brightly.

    Fat Budgie poked him away for coming too near.
    They won’t get along because Budgie’s not his peer.
    TC and her four kids were behaved as can be.
    They perched together and ate their parakeet seeds.

    His clipped wing feathers will grow each and every day.
    They will fly together but not too far away.
    They along fine but are tucked in for the night.
    I’ll see them tomorrow and hope they are alright.

    I welcome this new parakeet and hope he’ll stay.
    His makes me happy after others flew away.
    Bugsy’s tomorrow will be a new beginning.
    There are four females of friendship for his preening.

    Revised on 07-14-2006 at 04:24AM…

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  • 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…

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