20071226-Piano Players

I am currently upstairs in my ‘green’ computer room and listening to various pianists playing on youtube.com. ‘Maw’ is fast asleep after listening to Claire de Lune. I plan to upload some of my simple, ‘third-grade’ pieces first (like those pirated, sheet musics of animes) and then decide later whether I wish to include my ‘real’ name to the harder, more classical ones like Moonlight Sonata (first movement, of course!).

The piano recitals for amateurs are horribly taken. Some pianists mess up on their performances. There is no replacing the moment of laughter of their mistakes or the icky feeling of how creative souls ruin a classic with their jazzed up versions with those electrical pianos! The sound from a grand piano is priceless compared to the ones like mine, an upright. One day I could tickle the ivory on one of those babies and feel like a professional.

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20071128-Helping Hands

My skin ruptures:
Cracked dry like the desert from lack of moisture
That no bottled water could rehydrate
From handling old files dated since the 1930’s

My skin bleeds:
Sliced opened by papers made of chopped down trees
That no bottled lotion could soften or sooth
From washing with harsh soap to form ragged cuticles

My skin bruises:
Colored purple from kneeling down in submission
That no bottled tears could contain
From working hard to repair my life of bad credit

My helping hands do more than suffer.
They heal those near and far.
Or punch the lights out of adversaries.
Or flick off anyone with humorous delight.

In return, won’t you lend me your helping hand — pretty please, with sugar on it? I guess not.

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20070814-Human Alien

I love this planet, inhabitants too.
With all its beauty that I never knew
While under the sun to burn red not tan
An Asian female - hairy Malay clan?

A lost foreigner - stranger to this land
Strong medications lend a helping hand
To sustain her system, while in this grand zoo
Longer than needed, don’t know what to do.

Two more samples of quatrains with ten syllables in aabb, bbaa pattern.

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20070807-Fluff Meister

Fluffy von der Flynn
Writing from within
About her private world
and hidden Truths unfurled

First attempt at clerihew of pseudo-self.

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20070720-Rambling Self

To be in solitude is perfectly fine.
I share my daily thoughts through a blogging shrine.
To lead a simple life is on borrowed times.
My blogs, dreams and poems are hidden in rhymes.
There is nothing to hide except my own Truth.
My lonely mind is like an imprisoned youth.
Freedom of expression is a gift with wings.
People are unique and perfect in all things.
Interconnectedness provides a good link.
Storytellers share how they feel and think.
To be in solitude is perfectly fine.
I share my daily thoughts through a blogging shrine.

To lead a simple life is on borrowed times.
My blogs, dreams and poems are hidden in rhymes.
Living simple differs from simply living –
To laugh, love, forget but always forgiving.
Blogging from the spectacular to mundane
Keep the bored alive and from going insane.
Dreams seem real from the subconscious mind state.
Some foretell good or bad as predictive fate.
Poetry is meant for the creative souls –
Who artfully weave words of rhythmic life’s goals.
To be in solitude is perfectly fine.
I share my daily thoughts through a blogging shrine.

There is nothing to hide except my own Truth.
My lonely mind is like an imprisoned youth.
Some choose a lone path for life placed on the shelf.
Be truly free, not alone, and by yourself
And like a child, fresh, innocence untainted
or your own friend with commonsense acquainted.
Learn to love who you are on the inside, too.
Accept the differences through your worldwide view.
Maybe when you are ready to understand
you will display your strength with a helping hand.
To be in solitude is perfectly fine.
I share my daily thoughts through a blogging shrine.

A Licentia poem of three, twelve-lined stanzas with eleven syllables in monorhyme per ‘couplet’.

Combined from three unfinished poems:
20070629-Anti Social
20070630-Borrowed Times
20070705-Poetry Imprisoned

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20070709-Plucking Preys

Flock away of thirty four gray!
I don’t know how they seem to grow
And where and why, I could just cry.
They will appear when there is fear.
When one is gone another is spawn.

The silver crane picks on a plain
Of sandy shores as it explores
With it long beak — shiny and sleek.
It shoves its head into dark dread.
Its curly locks hide like a fox.

Move dark shadows! It’s time to plow.
We’re looking for our prey galore.
Our relief comes from picking crumbs:–
They’re large and small. We phase through walls.
Do not delay! Where’s our buffet?

A feathery poem about a ‘plucking’ euphemism for food of a gray kind. (Eh?)

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20070703-Smelly Pickings

Disco era music ticking
Dancing, walking happy flicking
Aerobic exercise tricking
Karate punching and kicking
Joints and parakeets sound clicking
Stinky fluffy oily sticking
Midnight shower salty licking

A healthy poetic alternative to pick away at high cholesterol.

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20070624-Largest Organ

My bended fingers:
From working so hard
Un-straightened digits
With some painful gout.

My knobby knuckles:
Staring like eyeballs
By welcoming palm
A fist to close its anger.

My dry cuticles:
Ragged with hangnails
White canopy smile
Dimples of snowflakes.

My square, pointed nails:
Trimmed closed to design
Dark vertical lines
Ridges as polish.

My ten digit toes:
Both index hammered –
Right one towards top
Left one to middle.

Big toes — side bunions.
Pinky callus and
Under middle right.
Heels of white train tracks.

Head dander and flakes.
Dry skin and acne.
Elbows and knees joint
Cracks like the dessert.

Seven genetic poems of four-lined stanzas ‘describing skin conditions’ in free-verse.

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20070622-Posting Queen

A parody based on the lyrics of ‘Dancing Queen’ by ABBA © 1976 and in memory of Fluffy von der Flynn’s last day at work.

You can post, you can thrive, having no climb from your strife
See that pearl, watch that screen, pigging the posting queen

Friday plight and the work is slow
Searching jobs for a case to show,
Where they pay the right hand-pick, fitting to her cling
You thumb in to hook for a fling.

Anybody could see that fly
Plight is stung and the paycheck’s dry
With a hit of SOX mouse click, everything is mine
You’re their food as a host.
And then you’re like a ghost.

You are the posting queen, hung and beat, only leaven keen
Posting queen, seal the seat like a trampoline
You can post, you can thrive, having no climb from your strife
See that pearl, watch that screen, pigging the posting queen

You’re a pleaser. You tell them none.
Leave them waiting then you’re done.
Seeking out each other, noone will sue.
You’re their food as a host.
And then you’re like a ghost.

You are the posting queen, hung and beat, only leaven keen
Posting queen, seal the seat like a trampoline
You can post, you can thrive, having no climb from your strife
See that pearl, watch that screen, pigging the posting queen

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20070615-Code 445

Work related code
Synchronicity node
Email address mode
License plate while on the road
Land line number western toad

A surprising sample of relative tanka in monorhyme.

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