Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Tag: myPoems

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

  • 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.

  • 20060323-Slow Traffic

    The icon world goes around and around.
    Webpage is blank and website is not found.
    As I sit like an angry commuter;
    I stare blankly at this slow computer

    Where is the speed in the blink of an eye,
    when white collar workers break down and cry?
    Slow online connections and computers too
    lead to frustration as we slowly brew.

    The website worked and I smiled my big smirk.
    My blog is as productive as this clerk.

    Revised on 07-08-2006 04:52AM in attempt at sonnet…

    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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  • 20060321-Angels Singh

    A blessing will come by a co-worker named Singh.
    It’s a baby parakeet with small angel wings.
    Bugsy will be the seventh which is special indeed.
    We will feed this baby with lots of millet seeds.

    We have parakeets from the past and the present.
    We are expecting him as a blessed event.
    The first blessing was Jojo the light green parakeet.
    He lived thirteen years and will be recalled as sweet.

    The most cherished blessings that I would come to know
    are the small packages that came on their own.
    Persimmon was the first one and TC came next.
    Bugsy will be the third bird and of an unknown sex.

    Persimmon, or Percy, climbed to Jojo’s old cage.
    Both bio-units found him on the persimmon tree.
    He fine feathers were colored a dark olive green.
    He turned out to be a miniature love machine.

    He perched on a lamp like a proud little rooster.
    His unknown age was like a rocket booster.
    He was very smart and flew at high speed.
    His back was turned in anger and he wouldn’t heed.

    BratBoy found TC on a work lot one day.
    Her voice sounded tiny from her being a stray.
    Persimmon fell in love with this small stray bird.
    They made their nest together and four chicks were heard.

    Fat Budgie was his first love but not really Chin-Chin.
    Both became jealous and treated each other mean.
    Persimmon left by that fruit tree and from his caged cell.
    Chin-Chin flew sadly but we humans couldn’t tell.

    TC and Fat Budgie still call out Percy’s name.
    I do hope this new Bugsy bird would be the same.
    The four other siblings are only two years old.
    I cannot wait to see on what would soon unfold.

    Revised on 07-17-2006 at 07:55AM…

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  • 20060320-Urgently Patient

    The call came for another last minute, urgent request.
    She felt her system undergo an arrest.
    The angel books helped soothe her still angered nerves.
    The fat little pest summoned her to serve.

    The hard working angel will patiently wait.
    She flies the ley lines while greedy elites hate.
    Many moons and suns have shone their own true lights.
    The annoying call prompted her to take a quick flight.

    Her patience in this is brought forth from within.
    This is a test for happiness to begin.
    Others wonder why she takes on this harsh service.
    They don’t know this is her funeral service.

    The theme applies for those who wins or looses.
    The reality is which side chooses.
    There paths in this lifetime offer her the best.
    All her endeavors seem like an endless quest.

    Her inner aspect says there’s no time to waste.
    She waits patiently to avoid harm in haste.
    Although she lacks the wings of an angel’s charm,
    she is within reach of her beloved’s strong arms.

    Revised on 07-17-2006 at 07:27AM…

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

  • 20060320-Grumbling Grays

    Loud thunders grumbled loud at four twenty-two today.
    The clouds are low and menacingly gray.
    Lights at work dimmed prior to this hearing.
    A battle between forces is nearing.

    At four twenty-seven, the grumblings resumed.
    Peoples startled reactions means we’re doomed.
    People at work make brief conversations.
    Sudden laughter sounds like celebrations.

    The thunder did cease and not exciting.
    No crackling sounded of scary lightning.
    The weather continued to drizzle today.
    Some blue sky and sunset pushed gray.

    Two rainbows showed brighter than the other.
    One rainbow had sharp contrasting colors.
    The double rainbow showed out of the gray.
    Light and love exist from saying, Yahweh.

    Revised on 07-14-2006 at 07:08PM…

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

  • 20060320-Twiddler’s Sums

    The twiddling thumbs of hers go round and round.
    Fiddling sums of money go round and round.
    Where these two stop she does not care or know.
    She keeps twiddling due to lack of this dough.

    Fiddlers could dance on her rooftop this time.
    Bakers could work throughout the kitchen grime.
    The twiddle, however, could not be stilled.
    She waits for the dough to rise with its thrills.

    The warmth of bread rises up to the nose.
    Her ravished eating goes money blows.
    The fiddler plays his melodious tune
    as he eats her soup with a silver spoon.

    The night draws near as she sighs with her yawn.
    She heads home down a river like a swan.
    She rides in her car, which rolls towards home.
    Her black beaded purse contains her black comb.

    She strokes her raven hair down from a bun.
    She jokes to herself that tonight was fun.
    She danced and dined and enjoyed some red wine.
    She met a man who was gorgeous and fine.

    Her thumbs twiddle through times of thick and thin.
    In the end, she will always wear her grin.
    When love is lost, stolen and forgotten,
    money gained and not shared ends up rotten.

    Revised on 07-14-2006 at 07:26PM…

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  • 20060320-Empty Blog

    This world is empty. My mind is empty.
    There’s nothing to blog but breathe indoor air.
    My thoughts are pointless. My words are fruitless.
    My eyes opened to the monitor and stare.

    The world is broken. My heart is broken.
    There is nothing to fix but breathe outdoor air.
    My dreams are scattered. My hopes are shattered.
    My eyes opened to the Sunlight and glare.

    Revised on 07-09-2006 04:49PM…

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  • 20060320-Haughty Locks

    The gray clouds have poured rain from its storming.
    I had washed my long black hair this morning.
    It is slightly kinky and very thick.
    No hair product could make flyaway stick.

    People admired my highlights with pride.
    I had my dry hair permed, bleached blond and dyed
    and shortened, layered or feathered as well.
    Longer hair behaves better and looks swell.

    A lady had beautiful locks that curled.
    She raved of its beauty from her small world.
    She’d wash her hair from an old river place.
    She kept it well coifed upon her proud face.

    One day she awoke. And what did she find?
    Tightly knotted hair, magically entwined!
    The bayan had to cut off her fine locks.
    She went hysterical, lived in a box.

    She stepped on an invisible creature,
    or Nuno, who did not like her feature.
    Their anthill should not be disturbed with harm.
    Say “tabi tabi po” to pass their charm.

    Revised on 07-17-2006 at 03:10AM…

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  • 20060319-Frankly Love

    I bid congratulations to Brat and Twit, his love.
    The stars of old show its true color frankly from above.
    Tonight at 05:05PM Brat did inform me to my alarm.
    An offer letter was secured as the goose flesh shown on my arms.

    The Maw cried a joyous but heartfelt blessed relief.
    Her Son, an old soul, is moving out from her long burdened grief.
    Now I must take my leave for now and get up from this chair.
    I will look at this new house and later blog from my room upstairs.

    I am back again to blog of this six year old house.
    The neighborhood is nearby everything and is as quiet as a mouse.
    Its corner house location looks like a new model home.
    Soon I’d this old place my inherited home sweet home.

    The interior is bright and white wall cozy with new maple wooden floors.
    The recessed lighting in high ceilings shines below on handles of white doors.
    The pinkish beige coloring of the stucco looks warm.
    Its location and rooftop seem safe to weather a big storm.

    My parents gave up something for Lent yesterday night.
    They offered their life’s saving without a big fight.
    Today a good fortune symbolizes good luck for their Son.
    His happiness and well being are important and His will be done.

    What goes around will come around I always say.
    There are many times that selfish people would often pray.
    Why can’t that be me over there?
    I feel that it is not fair!

    People could wish for anything and always right away.
    People should work hard and save for the rainy days.
    For those who can’t for whatever reason, there are other ways.
    There are good people, like me, who love and give money away.

    There is no better price to pay than to open happy hearts under the Sun’s rays.

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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…

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