Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Tag: poetries

A literal technique ‘opposite’ to prose (e.g. everyday speech). 20250105-1211: Changed Name and Slug to ‘poetries’ to differentiate between linked works and mine.

  • 20060317-Toasted Brain

    I drank to good times and friends earlier tonight.
    I had free food from the company with my might.

    Free tequila from a tall former boss was nice.
    He was not aware that I’m not cold as ice.
    The shot was weak at first as I sat there talking.
    I staggered forth with uneven drunken walking.

    The alcoholic buzz in my head felt warm and good.
    I swayed to each side and was in a sexy mood.
    I wanted another shot or maybe for three
    on some vodka, rum or a glass of martini.

    There were two more free glasses of red wine that were drunk.
    My speech became louder and my mood had not sunk.
    My face was redder and happier I became
    when deep down inside I was still feeling the same.

    I wanted to talk to cute guys so I could date.
    My female co-workers are ones I should not hate.
    Most were middle aged women and few more were guys.
    We talked about boring stuff as time flew on by.

    I was slurring and tipsy as a drunk can be.
    My empty brain was thinking of being lonely.
    Being drunk would only last this one happy night.
    I had this happen with unwanted overnights.

    This time was different because I learned some lessons.
    Drinking alcohol removed my inhibitions.
    Drinking too much tends to destroy our livers.
    I cried my tears of dejection into rivers.

    My self worth is dead as I bid good night and cheers.
    I metabolize happiness away with tears.
    No more alcohol serves this blogging brain of mine
    to a harsh reality that really is divine.

    Revised on 07-11-2006 at 09:47PM…

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

  • 20060317-Happy Pad

    Happy Paddy’s Day to the believers and frogs!
    There are green rivers as it rain green cats and dogs.
    It’s Friday afternoon and little past noon.
    A function will be held at a downtown saloon.

    My hair is in a barrette of plastic white pearls.
    My hair cascades upside down like a little girl.
    I wear my green color as I have done in the past.
    The superstitious don’t wear green as an outcast.

    Good luck is a frog on lily pads where they sit.
    Frogs look complacent as their songs seem not to quit.
    Water lilies float with their sweet, fragrant blossoms.
    Their colors are various and seem quite awesome. 

    The lotus flower is a sacred representation:
    destiny of purity and resurrection.
    It rises from below its muddy deception:
    a grand design in its ultimate perfection.

    The spiritual aspects from the green chakra heart
    will enlighten and guide me away from the dark.
    Gurus and monks in meditative positions
    provide lotus image of their perfect missions.

    When there are some moments of distress or despair,
    green lily pads are waiting in quiet ponds there.

    Revised on 07-11-2006 at 3:01AM…

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

  • 20060316-March Tides

    March sixteen, oh six and its rain tonight.
    Raindrops fell one hour on rooftop alright.
    The weather was cool and rainy last week.
    Snow on our hills melted to fill our creeks.

    Raindrops would like soldier of unknown fate.
    This blog is one house long and it’s late.
    Big, fat clouds moved inland from west to east.
    I watched as the rain would soon be released.

    I ate my dinner with the ‘Maw’ and ‘Paw.’
    I’m upstairs with this writing pad.
    Blogging my poems and on a rainy night
    did not slow my slow power of insight.

    The creative force behind my beautiful mind
    continues now as it slowly unwinds.
    Tonight will be another restful sleep.
    I feel the heaviness of eyelids creep.

    All this rain is good for the dry rivers.
    Its job gives my baby birds the shivers.
    I hope the springtime would come around soon.
    I await the birds sing their various tunes.

    Revised on 07-09-2006 08:20PM…

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

  • 20060316-Warm Hands

    My hands are beyond composing of love.
    These were blessed and sensitized from above.
    Some crystals tingle and hurt in my hands.
    They sting back too with its higher demands.

    There are some healers of old and new friends.
    They perform healing that always transcends.
    Their true love is inherited throughout.
    This has always been true without a doubt.

    The gifts of their warm hands will always heal.
    This holistic work would seem so surreal.
    This includes the healing of one’s aura.
    They connect with the flora and fauna.

    The tingling sensation was felt on my back.
    The seeing of colors is what I lack.
    I could see wispy gray and white trails mix
    behind moving cars as my eyes transfix.

    At three PM, I heard a bell ringing.
    He whistled a tune like a bird singing.
    He spoke a strange language unlike someone.
    Hands guide me back to the warmth of the sun.

    Revised on 07-08-2006 06:38PM…

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

  • 20060316-Crystals Crying

    Crystals are crying to been seen and heard.
    Soul consciousness has already been spurred.
    Too many people create works of art.
    We need to ask forgiveness from the heart.

    There is no reason to bind or destroy.
    The good results in cleaning that employ.
    The products are of resin and metals.
    The good energy flowers like petals.

    The crystals therein are gifts from the earth.
    These creations bring a loving new birth.
    Nature and science are called together.
    We watch the balance of wet weather.

    The trail clouds are formed from spew planes above.
    The battle is won when there is true love.

    Revised on 07-08-2006 05:10AM in an attempt at sonnet…

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

  • 20060316-Left Wondering

    In the morn of February, oh five –
    I watched a cable new going on live.
    The left screen was a blond headed newsman.
    The right screen was a brunette haired woman.

    Their interview was on and my head was strong.
    I tried this technique to find if it’s wrong.
    The living room window was to my right.
    The sunlight filtering was very bright.

    I had good thoughts as I relaxed my mind.
    And I knew that good is all I would find.
    I recalled a photo with matte finish.
    The love in my heart would not diminish.

    The show was cut due to the surprises.
    The results destroyed her human guises
    as she looked at the camera ahead.
    Her big eyes rolled around inside her head.

    Uncontrolled blinking was softly spoken.
    Her stammered words were completely broken.
    Her left eye bugged out as quite amazing.
    Her eye looked like a crystal ball gazing.

    I was left wondering what this could mean
    after I saw what occurred on that screen.
    This fanciful newsworthy enjoyment
    meant I’m late for my full time employment.

    Revised on 07-09-2006 02:16AM…

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

  • 20060316-Stinky Smelly

    The trails of clouds loomed over blue skies above.
    The stink lingered in the air without the love.
    It was metallic and had that junkyard smell.
    I did not like awakening to that chemical hell.

    That morning’s event is not as bad as you think.
    There is ‘Richstink Stinkiness’ at work that truly did stink.
    Other co-workers confirmed his great, foul stench.
    One month ago with my teeth tightly clenched.

    My hands covered both my mouth and my sad nose.
    That mini-lunch room needed fresh scented rose.
    The morning of January fifth, oh six
    was no better than his smell we could not fix.

    His eye color is a light and livid blue.
    I saw from my desk what seemed to be so true.
    There was a small slit just below his right eye.
    He changes his contact. I cannot deny.

    He sweats profusely each time he is near me.
    He does not know that there are angels too see.
    After a few days from last’s month lunchroom stink,
    he upgraded to his cleaner shirt of pink.

    He drives in one of those large, black SUVs.
    He could be one of those agents watching me.

    A photo of January sixth, oh six
    showed more blue skies without any magic tricks.
    There stood two blessings without the slightest frown
    upon a hilltop so dry and prickly brown.

    Revised on 07-09-2006 02:58AM…

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

  • 20060316-Shark Attack

    Sharks are nature’s self-cleaning sea creatures.
    They roam the ocean with stealthy features.
    The hapless should respect these sea waters.
    They are food stuff as the shark’s next slaughters.

    Sharks have great black eyes that are quite weak.
    Their sensors show what food they could eat.
    Some people with shark eyes seem nice at first.
    Nasty behavior is shown as their worst.

    ‘JerkCringe Fan’ has shark eyes that seem so black.
    Nothing could stop her bad verbal attacks.
    Her complaining bites like that of a shark.
    We reported her for her terse remarks.

    Her tough stature is no problem of mine.
    Her rough skin and high voice annoys and whines.
    She had no one else to help her right here
    when she left her southeast country in fear.

    My sympathy for sharks who hunt alone
    is for her kinds who are cold to the bone.

    Revised on 07-08-2006 at 02:29AM…

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

  • 20060316-Laughing Dark

    She laughs behind me with her cold, hard stares.
    She smiles well and with her wicked, evil glares.
    She plays like she’s smart but in fact looks dumb.
    I could see right through that dark ugly scum.

    Have you wondered why people laugh so loud?
    They want attention from these clueless crowds.
    People like her need to stop misleading.
    Bad attitudes are better than sneezing.

    They are acting out of pretentious.
    Our clean air has their ostentatious.
    They are needy and pathetic folks.
    She jokes around with believing jokes.

    She likes those who like her wide and fake smile.
    We know of her greenish and stinky bile.
    Her plastic look overwhelms my senses.
    It’s best to avoid with good intentions.

    She does complain though some people are nice.
    I’ll give ‘Lots of Lies’ my sticky, brown rice.

    Revised on 07-09-2006 at 01:37AM…

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

  • 20060316-Why Whines

    Why am I here working so hard and diligent?
    Don’t they appreciate our being vigilant?
    I complained but the responses remain the same.
    “We will look into it. Be patient.” They would claim.

    I have called and faxed and sent certified letters.
    I track paper trail without using my shredder.
    “How much longer must I wait?” I would inquire.
    “We are working on it.” I heard liars.

    My thumbs twiddle impatiently all around.
    I feel happy but my face shows a sadden frown.
    My patience is over sixty-nine months, I know.
    Currently, they perform their unfortunate kowtows.

    I had sat idly by as the hour hands tick.
    I punish them with my imaginary stick.
    Somehow the trust continues to take interest.
    There are some folks with greediness as a weakness.

    There is fortitude and forbearance of the good.
    The wines for whiners like me are blessed with more food.
    My lone funeral is an endless waiting game.
    These illusions would somehow bring fortune and fame.

    Revised on 07-09-2006 08:31PM…

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

  • 20060315-My Ticks

    My head itches as I scratch with fervor.
    Why do we throw away piles of paper?
    Many trees are chopped down and ground to pulps.
    Why do we use paper plates, towels and cups?

    We shred these papers down the waste baskets.
    Don’t these dead trees make great wooden caskets?
    This is not a nice thought with much dismay.
    The redwood forest outlives us today.

    We print and crumple these papers at work.
    We should blow out boogers onto our shirts.
    Paper napkins clog our sewers and sinks.
    The clean up crew know their job really stinks.

    Be responsible and do what’s right.
    Plant more saplings and protect trees from blights.
    Bamboo grows more prolific and quite tall.
    Our ancient trees won’t take anymore fall.

    Words written on paper or signed in red
    do not matter to someone who mislead.
    Someone’s word may sound promising and true.
    One should forgive instead of laws that sue.

    Paper cuts into one’s cold heart now warmed.
    The lesson of love is not to be harmed.
    This is no slavery in fear or shame.
    This bad karma is like a waiting game.

    Revised on 07-08-2006 05:30AM…

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

  • 20060314-Burgers Singing

    At eight thirty five, my right ear hole rang tonight.
    I read an article about their cobalt blue.
    This means that better days coming is quite true;
    although my fellows no longer blog of their plights;

    There is no need to reveal by what one already scorns.
    Whatever action has been done or badly said.
    There is one faith that they cannot and will not tread.
    That true love is always there to remove old thorns.

    On March twenty-two of thousand three, my fate
    was a strange encounter while at a starry place.
    It was near railways and a dried up river space.
    At fourteen hundred and twenty minutes, I ate.

    Suddenly, my right ear hole rang loudly that day.
    I rubbed that ear hole to make the sound go away.

    There was a camera near the money giver.
    It was mounted near the top left of the bathrooms.
    I ate my big burger amidst greasy fumes.
    My last visit there was near the greasy river.

    He walked towards the bathroom slinking up from behind.
    He wore a long black overcoat below the knee.
    He hurriedly left without a goodbye to me.
    He wore no smile and had dark shades on like a blind.

    My right hole ringing reminded me of both
    stories but there is no jury to listen to my oath.

    Revised on 07-08-2006at 01:33AM  in an attempt at two sonnets…

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