Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Tag: quatrain

A Quatrain is a stanza of poetry consisting of four lines.

  • 20070511-At One

    Do not be afraid of their spell
    Red faces, false places like hell
    Dark, gray spaces sulphuric smell
    Anger and hate egos rebel.

    To stomp at not knowing full well?
    Undefined infinity swell
    God is One eternally tell
    Knowing all — too well, free-will fell

    State of mind in physical shell
    Questions unanswered by outside cell
    God seeks answers by inward dwell
    ‘Duh’ eyes of south bay flying belle

    A poem of three serendipitous stanzas with eight syllables in monorhyme.

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

  • 20070511-Four! Gall

    Kill a ball with an iron stick?
    Light my candle of angered wick!
    Wrong person to foolishly pick
    Government agents should not trick.

    Bad associations — my tick
    From Pete and ‘JB’ to buck-teeth hick
    Dare to play with my money! Quick!
    Oil business import – export slick

    Off with your heads, ‘ragging’ prick!
    Stoning to your heads with my brick
    Cook your goose well for my tongue lick
    Lose your weight from girth so thick!

    Fat ass bankers greedy to kick
    Hand signals — middle fingers flick
    Our patience tired and sick
    For pissing this high clearance chick!

    Four dark stanzas of ‘Not a funny joke, Fat Ass!’ poem with eight syllables in monorhyme.

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

  • 20070510-Fully Being

    Some God(s) exists in my small mind
    and keeps changing to us remind.
    Follow Light with Darkness behind
    or keep searching and maybe find.

    Where stars and planets are defined
    from lower to higher assigned —
    God is nothing until refined.
    We are nothing until combined.

    Unity keeps us all entwined
    until awakenings unwind
    from anthropic views that confined
    while inside the box as designed.

    Our realities are combined
    with various truths intertwined.
    Intentions are good or maligned.
    Some do nothing while others grind.

    Love vibrating, always be kind
    Fear believing, faithfully blind
    Hate decreasing, falling behind
    Water flowing, deepening bind

    Five spatial stanzas with eight syllables in mindful monorhyme.

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

  • 20070506-Dream Journal

    I saw myself viewing people.
    From the back, inside this train.
    It was somewhat well lighted
    With a window to my left.

    We were going somewhere fast.
    And entered from right to left
    And laid down in the middle
    Of clothes or materials.

    Our heads were to the left side.
    He was to my left hand side.
    I was to his right hand side.
    Another person was there.

    With my left elbow, I propped
    myself up and didn’t feel
    the bunched clothes underneath me.
    Later, after traveling

    there were people making noise
    which was outside to the right.
    Of the door where we came in.
    I found myself being placed

    Slowly inside the female
    And I opened my eyes
    And looked around with her eyes.
    I felt and saw the same man

    Of black besides to my left.
    He was trying to kiss me
    Several times and gently.
    I refused to part my lips.

    A poem of seven stanza with seven syllables in free-verse.

    Author’s note: Interesting, eh? There are several more mini-dreams as vivid as this but forgotten upon rising from sleep. Most are not nightmares but traveling among places and meeting of people.

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

  • 20070506-Dream Journal

    The Feds visited my dreams!
    Looked around my neighborhood
    They went into my backyard
    From the right side of the fence.

    One bent over to pick up
    A green muffin-sized object
    And tossed to another fed
    They laughed out loud as I looked.

    They took another muffin —
    a larger skillet-sized one
    With golden shavings inside.
    Some resin was sticking out.

    I explained it healed the Earth.
    These were my gifts to the Earth.
    I told them that it contained
    Resin and aluminum.

    I followed them to their van,
    Which was located nearby
    And adjacent to our house.
    There were people over there.

    I never saw my objects
    Again as I held two more
    In each hand behind my back.
    And I continued to stare.

    A black man came up to me
    And asked if I was with the
    Government. But I smiled back
    At him and didn’t answer.

    He proceeded to enter
    To the front door of our house.
    He opened with his left hand.
    He was to my left hand side.

    I stepped in front of him and said,
    ‘I’m the only one of four
    Living inside of this house.’
    We both walked down the driveway.

    And towards the house in front.
    He said the objects hurt him.
    He was to my right hand side.
    He showed me both of his eyes —

    First the left and then the right
    The darkness of his pupils
    filled the whiteness of his eyes
    And then returned to normal.

    I apologized to him.
    And we both laughed well out loud.
    I told him that these muffins
    also hurt me. We walked more.

    A poem of twelve stanzas with seven syllables in free-verse.

    Author’s note: My dreams this year regarding healing the Earth have increased. Please continue your boosting efforts by gifting. They are really desperate for some LOVE.

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

  • 20070411-At Vices

    ‘LeNaval’s clearance
    Mine higher though
    ‘Fancy’s appearance
    Eccentric show

    Europhile highbrows
    Real at stakes
    ‘Babel’ thumping cows
    Baphomist takes

    God’s children in jail
    Like my granny
    For taking the nail
    His uncle’s pee

    Broken hearted aunt
    Dead drummer boy
    Bad mouth aunt does haunt.
    ‘Maw!’ We’ll destroy!

    Dead leather offense
    Fat ass user
    ‘I’ll be back’ nonsense
    Papered loser

    Borrow my hard work
    Per chat online
    From a lowly clerk
    And archive mine

    Learn from advices
    Conquer, divide
    Freedom devices
    Slip forget slide

    A poem of seven, four-lined stanzas in 5-4-5-4 syllables in mono-rhyme.

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

  • 20070403-Daily Grind

    Who the hell do you think you are?
    You are now my bleeding lone star.
    I’ve chopped your head off in my mind.
    Government sponsored felon kind.

    Read of my ‘anger’ from afar
    and about your oily black tar.
    You took the fall for your mankind.
    Sick and tired to jail remind.

    You taxed OUR patience for your crimes
    and for taking our hard earned dimes.
    Finders, keepers, losers, weepers!
    Time to meet the grimmest reapers!

    Three poems of dark in eight syllables and aabb pattern.

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

  • 20070402-Daily Grind

    Stick your happy pills up your ass.
    Send more lies like federal nail.
    Split me up to comply with tools.
    Stick me in the credit card pile.

    Two former tools of ‘zoo crew’ lass!
    Too much work for one without fail.
    Two more jobs stupid fools.
    To complain to my lawyers file?

    Two poems of dark in eight syllables and abcd pattern.

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

  • 20070318-White Walls

    There is a place called the safe-housed box.
    You’ll be wrapped in your swaddling cloth.
    You’ll be rocked back to deep sleep
    and no more sound from your peep.

    You’ll have no more need to feel deep pain
    or the loneliness for being you.
    You’ll be counting lots sheep
    and forgetting how to weep.

    The milky draught will make you alive —
    to start all over like someone new.
    The price to pay is too steep
    for those who take the first leap.

    A poem of three, four-lines stanzas in 9-9-7-7 syllables with abcc, decc, fgcc pattern.

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

  • 20050115-Justice Help

    An online solidarity
    to petition unresolved crimes
    for officials to clarity
    of the nine and eleven times.

    The number of six, one, five, three
    in memory and on behalf
    of a concerned citizen like me,
    including some government staff.

    The victims and the families
    The firefighters and police
    need justice served not some disease
    for those willing to have some peas.

    A poem of three, four-lined stanzas with eight syllables in abab pattern.

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

  • 20070301-Browbeating Unit

    Don’t be evil. Please wake up now.
    Stop your control. Browbeating cow!
    The old souls know you are not you.
    Your son has left: new life to pursue.

    You did not understand healing
    but held fast to your faith based stealing.
    You told me- your God: [I] had no soul!
    How dare you mother unit troll!

    I leave you in peace with your way.
    Your body will suffer each day.
    I am truly sorry to leave.
    You’ll be happy and free to grieve.

    A poem of three, four-lined stanzas with eight syllables in aabb pattern of dark. (Thanks ‘Peg.’)

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

  • 20070302-Pet Allah

    A perfect realm for pets and all
    is a home with one perfect call.
    A stolen, forgotten lost ball
    hums the ‘Om’ to some recall

    Her journey has been a long haul
    by enduring his lonely stall.
    Her tick had to take a great fall
    but once again is standing tall.

    “Providence is on your side wall,”
    said Peter the rock to St. Paul,
    whose work is in the learning hall
    by signing symbols with his scrawl.

    The horse’s mouth and pots of call
    have approval down to a crawl.
    A juvenile may be quite small.
    He has nothing compared to Gaul.

    He is not alone with his squall
    or her constant bickering brawl.
    He has the truth without the pall
    by complying with the fair ball.

    A poem of five, four-lined stanzas with eight syllable in monorhyme.

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