The Pattern Holds - A poem of warmth and friends.

I'll stay dry
for the night, despite rains
that roll in along a plume
the Pacific Ocean breathes out
this Winter's night.

Dice will roll
as with friends I spend
a bit of time and a meal
punctuated by that one word,
Yahtzee, we'll play.

Dark clouds overhead,
wet grounds will gather moisture
well needed despite the snows during December
which died amid Inversion's spell
leaving a drought.

Hope the snow
stays up the slopes now,
and the cold finally moves along North
where it is more common
and offer respite.

But the pattern
looks to hold on firmly,
a death grip tinted to Ice Age,
and the cold will pool
down in valleys.

But this night
I will stay surely warm
both inside and out, amid good friends
enjoying their companionship and food
I could bring.

29Febuary2014 - Dyfedd Rex.

Starting Count Late - Another Poem of Life's Cribbage Game.

Someone started dealing again
and I seem to be starting out
about a corner behind others
as Murphy applies his Law
to my Life one more time.

Each hand we play sucks,
seen better garbage dealt
by Blackjack dealers westward
about Wendover's location.
But you play what's dealt.

The Ace of Rejections,
the Jacks of Damnation and Despair,
Three of Ill Omens appear,
with the Six of False Hope
and Seven of Bad Weather.

Not a Fifteen to be had,
no matter how I hold,
so I toss the low cards off
only to have that bite,
as Deuce of Cold is cut.

This is my Crib too,
and as I fail to peg
and miss one Muggin's
when Murph fails count
I realize things ain't better.

Turning over the final hand
well behind the Skunk line
Life digs me harder
with Eight of Hate
and King of Fear.

Wonder how I stand
on God's Cribbage board
probably well down tubes
as the points get counted
and I take another loss.

23September2013 - Dyfedd Rex (Still hoping for a better hand dealt)

War of Lag-trition - A poem of Gaming

I have a guilty sin,
yeah, I play video games.
And on I enjoy best
has me cussing constantly
as I die a lot now
from ugly lag spike hits.

My war of "Lag-trition"
comes at moments proving key
to the way the battle
flows and ebbs about me fast,
when that damned screen pops up
"Reconnecting to server", I sigh.

So if you play that game,
League of Legends, it is called,
have mercy on that Karma
who stands there dying often,
or runs back to our base,
It ain't all my fault these days.

Library wi-fi sucks,
with interruptions killing
my connection often,
as part of the war they wage
on the movie downloads
always clogging their system.

I die by "Lag-trition"
enforced absence foisted off
onto my game by chance
not my own intentions.
Not trying a feeder
to be, just seeking a win....
.. to get me some safe I.P.

11September2013 - Dyfedd Rex

This is World Building - a poem of writing and creation

I've walked this desert
since we played games
rolling dice for decisions.
It threw me loops
when I turned here
to set stories recently.

Every thing I thought
was set in stone
about the damned place
turned out as lies
or just shadows cast
by its underlying truths.

This is world building
it really never ends
when you look closer
you see the gaps
between known and mysteries
like fog of war.

So I started again,
making more detailed maps
fleshing out old notes
wringing out memories lost
to find some answers
to questions characters raised.

This is my world
I should know all,
like the gods do.
But still things appear
from some funny place
to twist it about.

I blame those characters.
16January2013

A gem of a find in Cheyenne

A Gem of a find...

So I found the bus depot at last in Cheyenne, only to discover the bus would not leave until Three, (yes, 3!) A.M. This at about 5 in the afternoon. That left time to kill and recover some mobility, as just sitting for a few moments had locked up my legs tighter than still flowered maiden...

So there I was, sore as heck from hauling around two heavy packs all over town as said before. Walking had to be done, but it made me want to scream as I tried to work it out after the cab ride, and arranging the bus ride to SLC, a decision made by not having enough to go to Reno or Vegas and still have anything to gamble against whoever has been messing with my life of late.

And there, where once lived a larger resturaunt than now there, was a blast from the past. A board and RPG playing game store. Not just the kind's now made to try luring the kids out of those addictive video games that do not teach them the things that you learn over a table, with the other people there, so you can soak up the adoration, or be pelted by the dirty looks of those who have learned in the quick the meanings of Hate and jealousy.

This store, and for a change, as this guy is just starting up, is called Cyborgs, Puzzles and Games. I know, I say I won't reveal things like that, but heck, its starting up when the economy is still staggering around like a bad extra actor in a drinking scene from a Mel Brooks spoof movie. I admmunmire that kind of determination, and the owner showed a great deal of salesmanship, but I was safely by way of being broke. I still bought the sodas I needed to stay awake from him, as we talked away.

Its Owner, Marshall, waved me in as he saw me reading over his signage with the look of a man who knew games. Yeah, I grew up on RPG's, not the wimpy electronic ones, but the real things. Toon, Car Wars with our characters moving on in the original rules, several other board games of strategy over the years, and of course, the ongoing games of D&D we ran for a decade, and a bit more even. He had high end puzzles made with superior craftsmanship and imported from Europe, as American manufacturers had not made any he could pass along to his core crowd, and you have to keep the main audience, even if expanding the old. Marshall spoke of the difficulties, how things were tough, but he still had hopes. I do too. This guy, in the face of the downturn, and the unceratain hiccups yet to come that could eat his dream up in a roller wave of earth or sea, to be sacrificed to save the big box stores.

Yet he is staring it down, and doing the fight. Not without his trials, but he is giving it a try, something fewer and fewer folk tend to do in a tight resources situation. We tend to sit on it, not swing it wide asa credit score lasso to find a steer that has wandered off.


So if you are out there, in the Cheyenne area, up off I-25 and Central exit, and are a gamer, give him a try, he has gaming tables set up in there, and a great selection of newer and older strategy games there, you can even go in and play one first, if he has a demo version available at the time. Think about that, he offers up the trial of the games, just like at an auto dealer, lets see the big boys do that with more than demo versions of the electric games.

And that is me violating my own rule, but I enjoyed the conversation, even amidst the pains of my week from Hell.