Better Vibes from Hell's Block - A poem of the streets.

A different rumble echoes now,
up from what I call
Hell's Block on this blog.
Word that a crackdown's begun,
way overdue by most accounts
on the thieves who prey
upon their fellow homeless travelers.

Heard of it just today,
some guys headed down there
to grab dinner at Vinnie's
(Saint Vincent de Paul Center,
for those not knowing slang)
where they saw something rare
volunteers watching who grabs bags.

You see, the spice monkeys,
users of that synthetic dope,
tend to walk off regularly
with bags not theirs rightly
to fund their smoking binges.
So this is an improvement
compared to past open seasons.

Yeah, open season I said.
A happy stealing ground thing,
where they walked off with
any bags not attached firmly
to your back, hand, leg
or other body part  available
to keep your gear safe.

There is still some doubt
if they will keep strong
in this new found resolve
to give us some security
as we take a repast
at their tables, when able,
and betting edges for short.

Still, glad to echo out
a positive vibe and words
from that ten acre land
I no longer even dare
to venture near from fear
of a severe allergic reaction
to the dreaded narcotic fogs.

Hope they keep it up.
14October2013 - Dyfedd Rex

Blinded by Their Own Agendas - a poem of the moment and streets

Yeah.... right.
http://www.sltrib.com/sltrib/news/56940960-78/homeless-lake-salt-chief.html.csp

I'll believe it when I see it...
as to fix things, you first must
open your eyes and look around you,
open your ears and hear what's said.
And from what I saw just today
that ain't gonna happen any time soon.

Out in front of the Library today,
with an incident already having two cops
at it, just right across 2nd East
I watched a Crime Scene Unit pass
a guy smoking dope in foil pipe,
with a tallboy passed to a buddy.

Yeah, right out in the open, folks.
With three cops in sight, kids passing
and other citizens noting all this activity,
looking around in total disbelief and disgust.
So, hold all the bloody press conferences
about the issues you think calm things
with the electorate you want, you fools...
...you really ain't fooling us about your failures.

I just hope the CSU at least called it in.
But I doubt it, given recent experience.

1October2013 - Dyfedd Rex in total disgust.
And, yes, I do have a clue who in power reads these...
---so wake up and bloody well do something.

Even Guys Get Stalkers - A poem to record a fool's actions

Ladies, this may relate
for I seem to have a stalker
a jailbird fresh from the cage
seeking to redeem himself.

Why I was chosen
as the target of his rage
none of us can really fathom
but he surely has.

So, I walk careful
yet never vary my old routine
for when you run away scared
the villains claim victory.

He's playing it sly
seeing if he can rattle me
by shaking his own imaginary bars
to see me cower.

But I am standing
and bigger men have tried before
to knock this boy out cold
and walked away failures.

When he finally tries
I know he will have advantages
for he's taken the coward's path
of acting as predator.

He fails to see
I have already won the game.
for this started with his acts
not by my hand.

See, he took offense
at words someone else spoke once
and took it out on me
still on my bunk.

So, I got up
after I realized he needed confronting
and told him to try again
giving him the chance.

I read him correctly
cause when I was standing up
ready to face him as men
the coward backed down.

Even if he attacks
I have already won this fight.
by calling his game for all
and proving it true.

Don't worry about me,
fool probably will try punching me
to get the easy knock out...
and my heads hard....
...being filled with rocks.

11November2012 (Armistice/Veteran's Day) - Dyfedd Rex

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)

　

Turtle Rehab - a Tongue-in-Cheek Poem

First, this guy needs an intro, after all, he inspired this poem.....
http://www.npr.org/2011/12/26/144283361/endangered-turtle-survives-trans-atlantic-journey

now, here is what I got from all his hoopla,

Saw a news article about a sea turtle that caught a ride on some seaweed over to far side of the pond, place called Portugal, from its normal haunts in the Caribbean. The said the thing had been through rehab and was to be released, and that made me ask a strange question....

What the hell was he in rehab for and how does turtle rehab work?

Here is my answer, probably not right, try not to laugh too much......

He was young and dumb then
swimming out too far too often
until one day near the Sargasso
he found his strength was failing
so he jumped on some seaweed
and noted it moved with currents
thus the legend of being lazy
came about from his long journey.

Day after day he lay there
dropping off only a few times
to grab a bite to eat
or cool off in the water
after laying all day like humans
did on beaches his folk needed
to breed and lay their eggs
drifting on the currents without effort

At last after many full moons
he found a new sandy stretch
along a shore that was strange
not the warm place of hatching
but cooler and with shorter days
where he hung out for weeks
until the humans caught his butt
and shipped him back to home.

They figured out how he traveled
after he tried it once more
but that box on his shell
told them where he was headed
so they sent out a ship
and hauled him back to shore
where they set him down firmly
and talked to him about home.

Now, this turtle, he couldn't care
nor did they check his answers
to see if he really reformed
so when the day came finally
and his freedom was given back
he waited for a passing boat
using the propeller to scrape free
that silly box the people attached.

I wonder if that turtle pshychologist
will write up a paper soon
about his wonderful program of treatment
until he is forced to retract it
as our wandering pal turns up
perhaps on the Riviera this time
or some Greek island's warm bays
sunning himself with a turtle smirk.

I hope to read that paper
I kind of want to know
what Turtle Rehab is really like
and if he got federal dough
to support him like the others
who go through twelve step programs
and wash out or fall back
upon their old ways once done.

I imagine we will soon see
just how effective it really was
but I like my own vision
of him laying once more time
upon a raft of thick seaweeds
acting like an explorer of old
seeking new lands to settle upon
even if just for a while.

(12/26/2011 - Dyfedd Rex)

Biting Bullets - a poem of westerns' inspiration

They dig deep into the ground
stirring up the dust as the drill
new burrows into the earth
seeking to find a new tomb
back in earth if not my flesh.
Not that I ain't deservin' 'em

Got in this mess by fool's gold
soft galena that in town I used
to trick some greenhorn idiot
out of most of his fancy kit
for a taste of the west's riches,
metals, cattle, goods for the takin'.

Never knew until I was pinned
under his relentless fire here
outside the salted claim I planned
to sell him for what little he had
that he was no pilgrim new born
but some wildcat in slicker's kit

Teethed on the lead in Kaintucky
among many feuding kith and kin
this seeming dandy was no skypilot
yet he had come to read me from
that good book and piss on my grave
for the sins I had done unto him and others.

Bit my own bullets over the years
and never thought would come to this
to die over a simple jumped claim
that other dead men had defended
when I came to this bit of desert
to steal what I did not deserve.

Pain tears through me as at last
he finds his mark and stops teasing
to lure me out, but decides with mercy
I had not shown him when skinning
to put me down like the dog I was
Fires of the pain, first taste of Hell' Flames.