Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Tag: sonnet

The sonnet is one of the poetic forms that can be found in lyric poetry from Europe. The term “sonnet” derives from the Occitan word sonet and the Italian word sonetto, both meaning “little song”. By the thirteenth century, it had come to signify a poem of fourteen lines that follows a strict rhyme scheme and specific structure.

  • 20060707-Smiling Squirrel

    A picture showing a smiling squirrel in blue color as drawn by 'Squirrel
    Blue Squirrel Smiling

    Another poem to my younger and only brother…

    My brother drew a smiling squirrel to me.

    He was born a Gemini and in May.

    His photos showed smiling faces each day.

    He had tufted up hair and a precious glee.

    His active state allows him to run free.

    His passion is cycling the days away.

    He made his models and are on display.

    His ancient soul is creative to see.

    He learned to play piano and guitar.

    His handsome features attract many kinds.

    He is nice but messy like his Pig sign.

    His height is much taller than me by far.

    He keeps busy with whatever he finds.

    He will be loved always as one of mine.

    Another attempt at sonnet (in pentameter)…

    Revised original 20060401-Blue Squirrel Smiling (deleted)…

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

  • 20060704-Body Blows

    Felt weakness, sleepy or weepy at night;
    Rationalized and found nothing to dread;
    Visualized and saw nothing to fight;
    While at my computer or tucked in bed;

    Have energy drains, foggy brain, mind gaps;
    Heard loud popping noises where I was roomed;
    Took longer naps; had insomnia traps;
    Have bad thoughts or bad diet, I assumed.

    Felt nightly jump jolts, zoom zaps, system shocks;
    Dreamt vividly in colors without rest;
    Felt night quakes, quivers and shivers which rocks;
    Overcame with willpower as my test.

    Outdated electrical body knows.
    Upgraded; rebooted by unseen blows.

    First attempt at sonnet (in pentameter)…
    Combined wordings from the following poems:

    20060329-Slamming System
    20060502-Night Sounds
    20060526-Sleepy Sleep
    20060605-Long Day

    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.

  • 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.

  • 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.

  • 20060313-Onions Cry

    Tomorrow, my cavities will be filled.
    There will be sounds of teeth being well drilled.
    It will be resin and not garlic bread.
    I won’t be eating mercury or lead.

    My cavities start to throb in such pain.
    My one hundred dollars is paid in shame.
    The dentist will say, “This won’t hurt one bit!”
    “I’ll numb your nerves with this fine needle tip.”

    With my mouth open, the work will begin.
    The smell of smoke is expected within.
    Waiting is more painful than I could bear.
    An embarrassing drool is what I’ll wear.

    I brush my teeth and floss everyday.
    Brushing more than once is enough, I’d say.

    I grind my teeth at night from daily stress.
    These would wear my teeth from more to less.
    I do not chew on hard food or hard ice.
    My teeth are not quite pearly white but nice.

    I have my parents to thank for straight teeth.
    I wore these steel braces wrapped like a wreath.
    Both under bite and crooked teeth are fine.
    These TMJ clicks will always be mine.

    I never smoked and I never will.
    A kiss from a smoker may be a thrill.
    If your have false teeth, I won’t you ask why.
    Please don’t smell of onions or I will cry.

    The taste of sugar or sweetened desserts
    is better than smelling that really hurts.

    Revised on 07-08-2006 01:13PM  with an attempt at sonnet…

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