A Quatrain is a stanza of poetry consisting of four lines.
Hang in there you foolish brat!
Nothing lost in timeless chat.
No more darkness, only light.
Don’t care if you’re wrong or right!
It’s getting late, so go to sleep.
Pleasant dreams, no sound or peep.
Say your prayers for one and all.
Don’t let darkness your soul be fall.
Copyright © 2009 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.
Pete’s stupid project – great honor delays
Warrior felon – an islander plays
His constant lying and cheating to us
A banker’s folly – more snags, hissing cuss
The voice of a frog and fat like a toad
Worldwide connection, their Masonic code
Woe the world, His kingdom come
My Anger-geddon blasts greediness scum
A poem of eight lines with AB end rhymes.
Author’s note: Well, the time is past 01:39AM on Saturday, 01/05/2008. And after zapping my worries away and shocking my system awake, I decided to play around with the presentation of my blogsite from blue to brown. I couldn’t get my customized CSS to make my blogsite work as before and decided to go with the default of larger fonts with more bar items which I feel are too spaced far apart. As some of you may know, this particular poem mixes unfinished business with impatient spiritualism.
Copyright © 2008 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.
Author’s note: More of my stray thoughts put into ‘poetry’ form to keep my mind from twiddling its invisible thumbs in an eternal revolution of around and around. I too need to get out and off this boring ‘island’ of an upstairs computer room and hop over to another paradise island westward – onward!
Thursday, September 27, 2007 12:20:00 AM (philosophy)
One of the greatest traps
is taking any side
or my own in the end.
Thursday, September 27, 2007 12:19:00 AM (dimension)
Perhaps two plus two
Does not always equal four
Sometimes equals five
Thursday, September 27, 2007 10:16:19 AM (philosophy)
How does one say, ‘Hi’?
Exhale with merriment ‘Ha!’
Before and with ‘I’.
Thursday, September 27, 2007 10:05:55 AM (philosophy)
Rock wanted some wings
And was given wings
Flapping it took flight
Experienced thrill
Then remembered home
And became rock once
Again – content too.
Wednesday, September 26, 2007 8:50:50 PM (animals, paranormal)
From many years ago while lying down in bed
My tears fell many times at a loss of a friend —
Turquoise blue, parakeet. I called out loud in vain.
From my mind, I willed her to be alive again.
A loud ‘Tweet!’ was the sound somewhere from my right side.
From beyond said Wendy. I stopped and sent her peace.
Wednesday, September 26, 2007 1:51:12 PM (people, politics)
The ‘crew’ of five posed with ‘stony’ smiles —
Ford, Nixon, Bush, Reagan, Carter.
My ex-boyfriend once had pictures
Taken with the far left fellow.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007 8:06:32 PM (aliens, work)
Believe me what I saw of a meeting that day
June-Fifth of Oh-Seven and power suit session
Long horns bulging out from their smooth, red forehead sprout —
Leading from outer brows to receding hairlines!
Finance managers — geek, intellectuals speak
Shaking hands with VPs: feeling small, ‘Sickos’ shocks
Millionaires in their box: smiling large, selling stocks
Monday, September 24, 2007 11:27:34 PM (internet, nature)
Quickly refresh my feeds
I need the food – addictive feeds!
Quickly brown spider runs
From right to left no web from buns
Sunday, September 23, 2007 12:17:46 AM (philosophy)
How we treat each other
will make or break this world.
Wednesday, September 19, 2007 2:34:26 PM (unity)
Unity doesn’t always work.
Division keeps us in check.
Love doesn’t always conquer.
Fear keeps us apart.
Wednesday, September 19, 2007 2:31:57 PM (finance)
Interest rates down
Stocks going higher
To infinity?
Means cycle of debt
Payback is slower
For eternity!
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Declare ‘victory’
Send our troops home — free!
Iraq war is lost.
No more fingers crossed
A hopeless poem of four lines with five syllables in aabb pattern.
Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.
Tell the truth
And then retire
Bush don’t care
He’s under fire
A short poem of four lines with 3-5-3-5 syllables in abac pattern.
Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.
I’m on the ‘Edge’ of wondering,
If I had made a blundering.
About posting a funny link
Of angry boy, loud screaming sync
Guess my account — still Inactive
No more ‘JBugle’ — was attractive
Guess that ‘Zen’ says: ‘You shall not dwell!’
His community has taught me well.
Umm yeah: A short poem (of two, four-lined stanzas with eight syllables in aabb pattern) and of not being able to access my account after trying to update to my new Yahoo! email some two weeks ago. Not fair for ‘picking’ on me! Guess I don’t belong in their matrix box after all and might as well modify my ‘Blogroll’ — blah!
Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.
Below are various poems of random thoughts formed out of boredom with four syllables per lines — blah!
20070903-3:02:12 PM
My Copyright
All rights reserved.
Your Master-wrong
No wrongs welcomed.
20070902-9:18:39 PM
Mister-Ion
Gain cation
Lose anion
Electric — on!
20070902-9:11:22 PM
April Petal
Flower of rock
Forged by fire
Within a ring
20070902-3:34:22 PM
The quarantine
For forms of life
Means the freedom
For forms of death.
20070902-2:55:42 PM
So simply blessed
Please get undressed.
Don your new clothes
Anything goes
20070902-9:22:56 AM
Oh my ‘Blog Stats’
Up this, down that
Or where I’m at?
A Flatline Brat!
20070901-11:25:08 PM
You are a cow!
Can I say, ‘Moo?’
You are a sow!
Can you say, ‘Oink?’
20070823-10:29:15 PM
Why piss us off?
Poof! You’re all gone!
Please try again.
Love overcomes.
Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.
Aum: I’m ‘starving’ almighty One!
Drums beats pounding, thy will be done
Cymbals clanging in my ear holes
Bang my gong, hit my singing bowls
Rattle my senses, beat my blocks
Strike upon my dark vocal box
Sound the sirens! Honk your car horns!
Ringing phones like a crown of thorns
‘Mr. Tambourine’ plays for me —
The sounds of truth setting me free.
Is my world too noisy for you?
Please be happy not ‘Song Sung Blue’.
Who said there is anything wrong?
If I am right, please sing me your song.
You alone need to take a hint.
Don’t mess with my fiery flint.
Illusions of reality
Thanks for your finality
I want to run but cannot hide.
I know you are my inner guide.
Another long-head but resounding poem with eight syllables.
Author’s note: Started out with four quatrains and then added four more lines about percussion instruments and more philosophy; hence the title of soft ‘cushions’ needed to plug the ears from going deaf due to loud music.
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Who came here first: The reptoids or the gods?
What’s coming next: The military squads?
‘We do not know,’ said a Voice from above.
‘Why do you ask? There’s nothing here but love.’
Because we’re back and claiming what is ours:–
Tomorrow’s world by the heavenly stars.
Today for good is better than your wars.
We don’t give a damn! This world is not yours!
Two more quatrains with ten syllables in aabb, ccdd pattern about .
Author’s note: Based on the burlesque sketch entitled ‘Who’s on First?’ (1944) by Abbott and Costello and combined with urban legends surrounding ‘a supposed secret underground facility in or near’ –Dulce– , New Mexico.
Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.
I look at you and your full face.
Trying to read your moving lips
Silent words form blindingly fast:
Much too fast for my eyes to see.
I cannot understand your words
Straining to hear misty sounds
What? Hello! An echo from the past?
Alas, the moment is gone for good.
Author’s note: Eeek! Tried to evolve from quatrains but couldn’t! For those who wish to merge those extra wide, open spaces between each verse (or a line), try <Shift+Enter> instead of a hard <Enter> after each line or sentence.
Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.
Operation Fluffy Bunny
Funny Stewart, laughing Daily
Rob the Riggle, gives me ‘giggles’
Shown on cable, Comic Central
Right through the heart of the Green Zone
Falling Bombings — The First Battles
of Fallujah — Two-Thousand-Four
Via Baghdad — Two-Thousand-Three
Author’s note: A short poem (of two, four-lined stanzas with eight syllables in free-verse) about combining a little history of the Iraq war and a segment called ‘Operation Fluffy Bunny’ ‘in which the correspondent Rob Riggles gives a report from Iraq’ on the ‘The Daily Show with Jon Stewart’ [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Daily_Show] via the cable channel called ‘Comedy Central’ via [http://www.comedycentral.com/]. I didn’t know you folks cared about making F. B. laugh! Do I get royalty for my ‘adjective-noun combinations’, eh?
Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.
Down by the railroad
Coming home from school
Walking in circles
Feeling like a fool
Somewhere in a field
Of tall sugar canes
Old Paw was lost
Mystery remains
~Kapres~ are giants
who live in the trees.
People walking by
get stuck with their tease.
A mysterious poem of three, four-lined stanzas with five syllables.
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