I just realized, the Nuns ain't been very "Naughty" yet....does this get it closer? As a composite of the three poems?
In the smoke filled waiting room
where they lounge in only wimples
the Ninja-Nuns play card games
for souls and favors and cosmetics
being banned from any other clothing
by their vows of Nudity taken
in service to Gods better unknown.
Some laze about on soft couches
tickling their sisters' more delicate flesh
others practice the finer martial points
of their Ninja skills over drinks
and some just read trashy novels
about romance and sex in dark corners
squirming in wicked ways until summoned.
This is the Purgatory of Punishment
where rulers are of fissile materials
unless one counts the fusable yardsticks
leaningover by locked exit doors
waiting for the convent bells to ring
signalling the need of their attention
to some knuckles or rounded bottoms.
One great gate leads to Heaven
and opens only when another joins
the ranks and scattered waiting masses
through failing to be all pure
and thus are sentenced for redemption
working to redeem any faith's sinners
creating glowing craters on evildoers' hands.
Another portal is made of brass
still glowing from the fires beyond
and sits ajar quite often indeed
as the sisters sneak into Hell
and enjoy the pleasures of flesh
or cash in chips of souls
won at their wicked gambling tables.
Many others exist to various places
be it Valhalla, Hel, Sheol, Gehenna
and even one to true Purgatory
and a last door to Earth
where most of their work is
and all wish to return to
for life or redemption of others.
All tense up as messengers pass
from the afterlifes to the office
where their Abbess cuts dispatch orders
when not cheating at Mahjong
while seeking sinners to punish
amid the electrons of the web
via her "Ethereal" Net connection port.
Cigars, pipes, cigarettes and huka stems
the lasses trade about while waiting
to teach others that only they
can be "Naughty" all the time
and chastise any who dare try
to match their debaucheries on Earth
and disturb their feast of sin.
(30Apr2012 - Dyfedd Rex) - part of a continuing series, perhaps.
Monday, April 30, 2012
Saturday, April 28, 2012
Don Juan vs. the Naughty Naked Ninja-Nuns
With a flick of the thumb
cards riffle out on the table
the players relaxing for a while
their wimples pushed back off hair
left mussed and really charged up
sipping Gin and Tonics while playing
a game named for the booze.
When enters from Hell's broken gates
that wicked libertine of worldly renown
the man from the Iberian Peninsula
seeking more wenches to be remade
as notches in his notorious belt
and thinking these sultry sinful sisters
might just fill that bill nicely.
Now these were no mere mortals
yet not raised up to goddesses,
still to dare make a pass
at Naughty Naked Nuclear Ninja-Nuns
is not something I would recommend
heed this tale to understand why
oh secret reader of perverted tales.
Now Don Juan made his offers
not to one at a time
but all in bed at once
which rarely stirs the ladies hearts
outside certain shady literary genres
which lead to a flat rejection
voiced by all in unison monotones.
But that wicked and horny Spaniard
could not get the message connected
to any part of his mind
and pressed his suit (and body)
over the ladies despite earlier warnings
from demons so dire even Satan
leaves them to their own devices.
Gentle ones close your delicate ears
for that sparked the violence indeed
setting in motion flesh and wood
in the dance school children fear
as knuckles and more delicate parts
were sought out by whistling rulers
striking with Atomic Bomb powered smacks.
Now here is what sets fools
apart from the rest of us,
for this only made our villain
more aroused and determined to succeed
instead of severely psychologically traumatized forever
as he presented his case again
only to offer a new target.
Bared flesh now glistening with exertion
blazed through the air like birds
doing an intricate ballet of pain
as feet and fists lashed out
seeking groin and their foe's backside
specifically the part used for sitting
as highly explosive impact bull's-eyes.
When latter he recovered back below
unable to get off his feet
for the next many long weeks
he found out about modern tech
as the video was endlessly replayed
showing his inglorious and embarrassing defeat
being de-pantsed by Ninja Nuns.
The moral to this woeful tale
is never disturb the naked ladies
for they may be deadly servers
of the Fate you richly deserve
for actions against the fairer sex
that were never solicited or encouraged
thine fundament may indeed be kicked.
(28Apr2010 - Dyfedd Rex)
cards riffle out on the table
the players relaxing for a while
their wimples pushed back off hair
left mussed and really charged up
sipping Gin and Tonics while playing
a game named for the booze.
When enters from Hell's broken gates
that wicked libertine of worldly renown
the man from the Iberian Peninsula
seeking more wenches to be remade
as notches in his notorious belt
and thinking these sultry sinful sisters
might just fill that bill nicely.
Now these were no mere mortals
yet not raised up to goddesses,
still to dare make a pass
at Naughty Naked Nuclear Ninja-Nuns
is not something I would recommend
heed this tale to understand why
oh secret reader of perverted tales.
Now Don Juan made his offers
not to one at a time
but all in bed at once
which rarely stirs the ladies hearts
outside certain shady literary genres
which lead to a flat rejection
voiced by all in unison monotones.
But that wicked and horny Spaniard
could not get the message connected
to any part of his mind
and pressed his suit (and body)
over the ladies despite earlier warnings
from demons so dire even Satan
leaves them to their own devices.
Gentle ones close your delicate ears
for that sparked the violence indeed
setting in motion flesh and wood
in the dance school children fear
as knuckles and more delicate parts
were sought out by whistling rulers
striking with Atomic Bomb powered smacks.
Now here is what sets fools
apart from the rest of us,
for this only made our villain
more aroused and determined to succeed
instead of severely psychologically traumatized forever
as he presented his case again
only to offer a new target.
Bared flesh now glistening with exertion
blazed through the air like birds
doing an intricate ballet of pain
as feet and fists lashed out
seeking groin and their foe's backside
specifically the part used for sitting
as highly explosive impact bull's-eyes.
When latter he recovered back below
unable to get off his feet
for the next many long weeks
he found out about modern tech
as the video was endlessly replayed
showing his inglorious and embarrassing defeat
being de-pantsed by Ninja Nuns.
The moral to this woeful tale
is never disturb the naked ladies
for they may be deadly servers
of the Fate you richly deserve
for actions against the fairer sex
that were never solicited or encouraged
thine fundament may indeed be kicked.
(28Apr2010 - Dyfedd Rex)
Naughty, Naked, Nuclear Ninja-Nuns! - A poem inspired by a conversation with others
In the darkness the Evil thrived
Hiding amid the clouds of confusion
Raising all Hell over minor issues
Playing havoc with our internal politics
Until the Gods of Last Resort
Unleash their instruments of Sanity Redemption
(or perhaps Tools of Sanity Breaking).
Dancing across the posts amid electrons
Race Naughty, Naked, Nuclear Ninja-Nuns
With those deadly green atomic rulers
crafted with wily intentions for this
the tactical smiting of all asshats
who disrupt the flow of conversations
as dictated by Political Crotchety Fascist.
They leap and bound with joy
happy to be free to punish all
blazing measuring sticks just verdant blurs
as they seek knuckles to rap
or butts to swiftly smack hard
until once more chained amid clouds
behind our teary eyes and shame.
Winds of change will always blow
but deep inside we all harbor
demons in whimples and nothing else
to prance about with whistling sticks
all from stray words dropped here
that stir strange images within minds
made of slime and other media.
(28Apr2012 - Dyfedd Rex)
Thanks to those who stuck these images into my head! Terri, Elysa and anyone else who tolerates me on the Authors Helping Authors group on Facebook.
But they can only take credit for the images, not the slime that came out of my head via fingers and keyboard... blame me for any psychological or psychic damages incurred.
Hiding amid the clouds of confusion
Raising all Hell over minor issues
Playing havoc with our internal politics
Until the Gods of Last Resort
Unleash their instruments of Sanity Redemption
(or perhaps Tools of Sanity Breaking).
Dancing across the posts amid electrons
Race Naughty, Naked, Nuclear Ninja-Nuns
With those deadly green atomic rulers
crafted with wily intentions for this
the tactical smiting of all asshats
who disrupt the flow of conversations
as dictated by Political Crotchety Fascist.
They leap and bound with joy
happy to be free to punish all
blazing measuring sticks just verdant blurs
as they seek knuckles to rap
or butts to swiftly smack hard
until once more chained amid clouds
behind our teary eyes and shame.
Winds of change will always blow
but deep inside we all harbor
demons in whimples and nothing else
to prance about with whistling sticks
all from stray words dropped here
that stir strange images within minds
made of slime and other media.
(28Apr2012 - Dyfedd Rex)
Thanks to those who stuck these images into my head! Terri, Elysa and anyone else who tolerates me on the Authors Helping Authors group on Facebook.
But they can only take credit for the images, not the slime that came out of my head via fingers and keyboard... blame me for any psychological or psychic damages incurred.
Creative log jam poem
Attempting to elude the Union
formed by my bodily parts
over the abuse they suffered
this past week and more
I turned inside my head
seeking elusive clouds to tickle
dancing across shades of blue
between their cool satin puffs
only to find myself falling
as someone pulls the plug
on my creative psycho excursions
just to keep me grounded
for reality must apparently reign.
(28Apr2012 -Dyfedd Rex)
This one came as I tried to jump start my creative side, which was failing to respond to coffee today...
so I asked my FB friends for some words to electrify me... not sure if it worked, but at least the motor is cranking over even if not firing on all cylinders.
(Yeah, I know, I always seem to have a missing cylinder in my head.)
formed by my bodily parts
over the abuse they suffered
this past week and more
I turned inside my head
seeking elusive clouds to tickle
dancing across shades of blue
between their cool satin puffs
only to find myself falling
as someone pulls the plug
on my creative psycho excursions
just to keep me grounded
for reality must apparently reign.
(28Apr2012 -Dyfedd Rex)
This one came as I tried to jump start my creative side, which was failing to respond to coffee today...
so I asked my FB friends for some words to electrify me... not sure if it worked, but at least the motor is cranking over even if not firing on all cylinders.
(Yeah, I know, I always seem to have a missing cylinder in my head.)
Monday, April 23, 2012
Drive-by Flamers in Upside-down Beemers - a poem about flame tossers
Background: So, there was this person who flamed and flounced on a writing group I have an association with... and reading some of the comments, I realized I missed some great groans and laughs as it went down on the sidelines and I missed it... until the "Strike Three" call was issued....
This was my take on the way it may have went, from the banter I entered into.... and if the person who flounced don't like it, tough... unlike the others, being homeless has given me asbestos boxers (okay, I wear jockey styles, but still....) so blast away.
From the shady internet alleys
their fiery projectiles of words fly
as they duck silently in
only to flee faster yet
tipping over the virtual wheels
as they take the exit
way above the posting speed
and trash their imaginary Beemer
(the real one already upside-down)
into the guardrails of etiquette
of the boards they defile
as they do their drive-by's
to deflate other folks' egos
with hateful and inappropriate posts
while impersonating folks with skills
they never demonstrate bits of
despite pumping their own press
thinking the bigger the balloon
the better their chances are,
not seeing the flames igniting
the cattle by-product they sling
nor the fall to come
over Polite Discourse's steep cliff.
Leave your own requiem, please.
(22Apr2012 - Dyfedd Rex)
This was my take on the way it may have went, from the banter I entered into.... and if the person who flounced don't like it, tough... unlike the others, being homeless has given me asbestos boxers (okay, I wear jockey styles, but still....) so blast away.
From the shady internet alleys
their fiery projectiles of words fly
as they duck silently in
only to flee faster yet
tipping over the virtual wheels
as they take the exit
way above the posting speed
and trash their imaginary Beemer
(the real one already upside-down)
into the guardrails of etiquette
of the boards they defile
as they do their drive-by's
to deflate other folks' egos
with hateful and inappropriate posts
while impersonating folks with skills
they never demonstrate bits of
despite pumping their own press
thinking the bigger the balloon
the better their chances are,
not seeing the flames igniting
the cattle by-product they sling
nor the fall to come
over Polite Discourse's steep cliff.
Leave your own requiem, please.
(22Apr2012 - Dyfedd Rex)
Sexbot Break In (My Email Got Hacked) - A Poem
Cries in the dark of night
as they come flying in again
seeking the ports to my brain
to steal the skeleton syllables within
that will make me a zombie
bound forever to their damned will,
moving to the tune they play
upon their pipes of electromagnetic ivory.
But the walls of fire hold
staving back some of the attack
while the peircing lance breaks up
inside grey matter and silicon boards
only to be washed away fast
by demons who live in there
and have strict rules of conduct
in their Neighborhood Association' bloody charter.
The Sexbots got some flesh today
but not enough to sate them
they will return seeking to enthrall
and I will be here still
shooing them all back to Hell
with my electric broom and finger
waiting for that one slim chance
to return the favor some how.
(23Apr2012 - Dyfedd Rex)
as they come flying in again
seeking the ports to my brain
to steal the skeleton syllables within
that will make me a zombie
bound forever to their damned will,
moving to the tune they play
upon their pipes of electromagnetic ivory.
But the walls of fire hold
staving back some of the attack
while the peircing lance breaks up
inside grey matter and silicon boards
only to be washed away fast
by demons who live in there
and have strict rules of conduct
in their Neighborhood Association' bloody charter.
The Sexbots got some flesh today
but not enough to sate them
they will return seeking to enthrall
and I will be here still
shooing them all back to Hell
with my electric broom and finger
waiting for that one slim chance
to return the favor some how.
(23Apr2012 - Dyfedd Rex)
Rejection Distractions - a "tweet-stealing" poem....
Okay, so here is the deal, I grabbed a word that stood out from the last ten "tweets" that floated into my gully over there, and well, lets see what you think... The red words were the ones I had to use.
The monster had too many distractions
be it the erupting underground volcano
or the Halfbreed Rodeo raging downstairs
The dejection from his recent rejection
used its heel to crush him
even lower than the worms hatching
deep inside his rotten, slimy guts
where bacteria lived a wild nightlife
hanging in polyamorous minglings of lust
despite the consumption of spicy foods
that normally kept such at bay
so he wound down his life
with one last horrid thought inside
that skull decorated with many spikes
at least the wife was clueless
that he had tried publishing again
the lust poem he wrote her
after stealing the maiden that night
away from the village of fools
who thought he desired sacrificial food
when he merely wanted an editor.
(23Apr2012 - Dyfedd Rex)
The monster had too many distractions
be it the erupting underground volcano
or the Halfbreed Rodeo raging downstairs
The dejection from his recent rejection
used its heel to crush him
even lower than the worms hatching
deep inside his rotten, slimy guts
where bacteria lived a wild nightlife
hanging in polyamorous minglings of lust
despite the consumption of spicy foods
that normally kept such at bay
so he wound down his life
with one last horrid thought inside
that skull decorated with many spikes
at least the wife was clueless
that he had tried publishing again
the lust poem he wrote her
after stealing the maiden that night
away from the village of fools
who thought he desired sacrificial food
when he merely wanted an editor.
(23Apr2012 - Dyfedd Rex)
Insanity Icing on the Nastycake - A poem about the work of Trolls
She bakes it with care
making sure only the worst ingredients
are added to the mixture she stirs
seeking the right amount of venom
to poison her intended target.
Baking takes just a nudge
to bring the flames up quick
letting the batter threateningly rise up
and seek to splatter every soul
with its taint of evil.
Removing swiftly lest it fall
in under its own stupidity's weight
she makes a few last venomous posts
frosting it thick with Insanity's Icing
before erasing footsteps in vain.
But the flour of malice
and spices of hatred do betray
all who bake up such a Nastycake
as evidence of her efforts finds
the light of day somehow.
But still the crumbs left
on the serving platter turn stomachs
as the bile spewed out for havoc
fills the air with foul smells
that even deletion cannot mask.
Beware, oh taster of forums
readers of reviews and other texts
lest someone slip you a slice
of their Nastycake with Insanity Icing
infecting you with their hate.
(23Apr2012 - Dyfedd Rex)
are added to the mixture she stirs
seeking the right amount of venom
to poison her intended target.
Baking takes just a nudge
to bring the flames up quick
letting the batter threateningly rise up
and seek to splatter every soul
with its taint of evil.
Removing swiftly lest it fall
in under its own stupidity's weight
she makes a few last venomous posts
frosting it thick with Insanity's Icing
before erasing footsteps in vain.
But the flour of malice
and spices of hatred do betray
all who bake up such a Nastycake
as evidence of her efforts finds
the light of day somehow.
But still the crumbs left
on the serving platter turn stomachs
as the bile spewed out for havoc
fills the air with foul smells
that even deletion cannot mask.
Beware, oh taster of forums
readers of reviews and other texts
lest someone slip you a slice
of their Nastycake with Insanity Icing
infecting you with their hate.
(23Apr2012 - Dyfedd Rex)
Zombie of the Sexbots' Revenge - A poem of having your email hacked
Zombie now I am.
tool of those I mocked.
Held forever more in durance vile,
until I find a way
to break these chains.
Their cries I ignored
until their filthy claws struck
taking over body and soul fast
in the night's darkest hour
when the demons roam.
My fingers never move
yet the messages are sent
seeming to originate from my hand
yet composed of black magic
moving around like snakes.
Beware opening that mail
for my condition is contagious
and your soul will be imperiled
if eyes fall upon text,
enchanting your as well.
Run away from me
seek the safety behind fire
for the disease seeks to spread
and take us all down
to burn in Hell.
I wander the wilderness
seeking a cache of salt
to lay under my tongue swiftly
and break this dark spell
freeing my virtual soul.
But I quest vainly
suffering agonies so damningly dark
as my browser roams tabloid pages
locked in on celebrity "news"
which poisons me more.
At last I stumble
upon a method of freedom
staggering into an angel's arms
as lasers burn out infection
I am free now....
..... but a bit brain-dead.
(23Apr2012 - Dyfedd Rex)
tool of those I mocked.
Held forever more in durance vile,
until I find a way
to break these chains.
Their cries I ignored
until their filthy claws struck
taking over body and soul fast
in the night's darkest hour
when the demons roam.
My fingers never move
yet the messages are sent
seeming to originate from my hand
yet composed of black magic
moving around like snakes.
Beware opening that mail
for my condition is contagious
and your soul will be imperiled
if eyes fall upon text,
enchanting your as well.
Run away from me
seek the safety behind fire
for the disease seeks to spread
and take us all down
to burn in Hell.
I wander the wilderness
seeking a cache of salt
to lay under my tongue swiftly
and break this dark spell
freeing my virtual soul.
But I quest vainly
suffering agonies so damningly dark
as my browser roams tabloid pages
locked in on celebrity "news"
which poisons me more.
At last I stumble
upon a method of freedom
staggering into an angel's arms
as lasers burn out infection
I am free now....
..... but a bit brain-dead.
(23Apr2012 - Dyfedd Rex)
Monday, April 2, 2012
Bully Birds of the Porch
its the season
the bully birds are out
strutting and posing as they drive off
the competition for the ladies
and the food.
Watching them race
across the porch and grass
I see the patterns of dominaton addressed
by those still hanging around
or muscling in.
The pigeons walk
oblivious to anything around them
save the lightning raids of the sparrows
who steal the larger crumbs
then race away.
The winner's reward
is to march up boldly
and stare at the humans demanding food
as haughtily as a cat
but more rude.
I move on
ignoring their pleas and demands
knowing others give in far to often
which is why they
are so fat.
(2Apr2012 - Dyfedd Rex)
the bully birds are out
strutting and posing as they drive off
the competition for the ladies
and the food.
Watching them race
across the porch and grass
I see the patterns of dominaton addressed
by those still hanging around
or muscling in.
The pigeons walk
oblivious to anything around them
save the lightning raids of the sparrows
who steal the larger crumbs
then race away.
The winner's reward
is to march up boldly
and stare at the humans demanding food
as haughtily as a cat
but more rude.
I move on
ignoring their pleas and demands
knowing others give in far to often
which is why they
are so fat.
(2Apr2012 - Dyfedd Rex)
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