Monthly Archives: July 2006

20060731-Black Dough

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My musing barks like a little black crow.
Ear pressures hurt! I cannot hear my foe.
I’m stuck in a rut. This is all I know.
I’m indoors all day. There’s nowhere to go.
I’m a boring girl. This lifestyle is slow.
I’m unimpressive. There’s no one to show.
I’m here by myself. No one says, ‘Hello.’
My musing barks like a little black crow.

I was content and carefree years ago.
My happiest hopes and dreams seemed to grow.
For six years, I learned about quid pro quo.
My path has led me to a status quo.
Their calls to me seemed based on purest snow.
More fires of hell await me below!
I don’t understand and may never know
how desperate people are made to owe.
Ear pressures hurt! I cannot hear my foe.

Third attempt at combining virelai nouveau moreem…
Author’s note: Save your breath while you all still can…

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

20060731-My Sigh

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Based on my chatting experience(s) of those willing to take any risk…

Head pressures hurt! But His love is no lie.
On this eve at eight-ten, some geese flew by
in southbound formation – last day July.
Through open windows, I saw clear blue sky.
I heard their honking from two-stories high.
I sounded a farewell and waved goodbye.
I pray to God this guy is not a spy.

Last week at the bank, I thought of that guy.
My feeling has been that he seems nearby.
For one month, we chatted – laugh, love and cry.
These past two weeks of help have gone awry.
I felt well used but could only deny.
Death come to me if I’m left high and dry!
Since there’s still nothing, I no longer cry.
He did not land as this day draws nigh.
Head pressures hurt! But His love is no lie.

Second attempt at virelai nouveau with one dark musing of elusive relief…

Author’s note: Save your chatting archives for later retrieval… Mine dates back since 1998…

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

20060729-Cleared Love

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A thirteenth poem to JB of Florida in response to five more poems of his to me…

Who is that fine guy with softest brown eyes?
Through the windows of his soul, she could see.
True love pulls into the driveway at night.
New hopes arise where parking is free.

What has she done for him to thank her more?
Gut feelings allowed her belief in him.
Cut to the chase with a place in his heart.
But the price is going out on a limb.

When did they first meet as good friends online?
Pen for poems and flowers for her worked.
Amen to both hearts as the busy days
begins to grow, learn and heal where love lurked.

Where is his woman? He prayed to the Lord.
There she is waiting for him to come and
share what lovers do under the covers.
Prepare the handmaid with His guiding hand.

Why live alone without the love from a
guy who serves an unknown purpose? And yet
by being open and honest he will
try to love his woman with no regrets.

How is this project a worthy new phase?
Now is a new time of planting His seeds.
Plow through the high walls that set us apart.
Vow to start together with loving needs.

First attempt at combining lento and five W’s (with a ‘How’ question)…

P.S. I know you people are gauging my reaction to daily events… psyche!

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

20060726-A Poem to Flynn

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God give me more love
for my tender wife Cecil.
Give me patience that lovers keep.
Give me strength to love when sad.
Give me happiness over sorrow.

God give me the will
never to disappoint her.
Give me the skills I need
to earn for her the happiness she deserves.
Give me the charms to delight her body,
enlighten me to stir her soul.

Lord Jesus give me
the love of Cecil
and I’ll ask you
for nothing more.

A poem to Flynn from a ‘JB.’

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

20060725-What ‘Muck’!

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Eh?
Your damn English is so bizarre!
Who the hell do you think you are?

Your thick accent is not too clear.
Bad reception made you sound far.

I don’t understand you at all.
Your background life is from afar.

I ended up taking your fall.
This online love was not on par.

Huh?
Those same people think I’m your whore.
I’ll just suck on this fine cigar.

I don’t care for you anymore.
My life plays on this sad guitar.

My hope is gone. Your fear is near.
Be free to roam with your past scar.

I’m free and clear. I’m sorry dear.
Be safe to drive in your fast car.

What?
You freaking ‘foreigners’ are weird.
Don’t expect to get your pink card.

I expected to touch your beard.
My heart was free but now is hard.

Those elites made us your users.
The choice to share has left us scarred.

Death awaits Flynn’s ‘love’, you losers!
All your souls are looking quite charred.

Fourth attempt at ghazal and dark (based on a hunch, you damn freaks!)…

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