This Demon Does Exist! - A poem of Job Hunting Frustrations Personified!

I am working out his taxonomy,
that damned Ethernet spirit of vexation,
who haunts me every bloody day
ripping up my hopes for jobs.

He's related to lawyer Cousin Murphy,
with a dash of Perversity's Imp,
and a strong dose of Satan,
topped by Mammon's greedy genetic heritage.

Damned if he ain't stalking me!
Every job app goes awry somehow!
Don't tell me its just paranoia,
until you taste his nasty venom!

Tried almost every trick I possess
to sneak around his demonic vigilance.
Feints, bobs, ducks and weaves failed,
so I am left one option.

I'm gonna do a job application
that is all done with humor!
Make the bastard laugh so hard
he forgets to screw me over!

Now, like I said, I'm studying
his every feature and dirty tool
to prove he actually does exist,
and thus get my just dues!

Too bad demons are legally immune
to prosecution or civil law suits.
It'd be fun sticking him up
on the witness stand by surprise.

Call me crazy, label me mad!
Hell if I give rats' behinds!
This pervert is out there, laughing
even as I point him out...
... hiding behind all those dancing electrons!

15May2013 - Dyfedd Rex (Yes, I know, its cryptozoology to you, but to me it metaphysical biology!)

Give me a Moment, Muses! - A poem of too many ideas

I tried working a story.
Honestly, I really did today.
But poems flowed out instead,
jamming the brain waves harshly.

So now I sit here,
typing the jumbled runoff fast
trying hard to stay afloat
amid my mind's turbulent stream.

Oh, please let me edit instead, my muses!
I feel better with virtual chainsaw in hand!
Chopping words up to bury in deep trenches!

Coffee and smoke both failed
to let me recover control!
So the poems dance out
over keyboard issuing dust clouds.

This is my writing life,
dealing with what feels right
to pour out for others
as the moment grabs me.

Oh, give me a moment, my fair muses!
To catch my breath before shifting gears again!
Lest I grind away my fragile mental gears!

Now the story calls again.
Stridently the characters demand attention!
Pissed off over their neglect
as poetry distracted a while.

Hear them plotting against me?
Seeking to flee these confines?
They demand better working conditions,
shorter hours, less mid-stream interruptions!

Oh, here we go again, my quirky muses!
Handing me pen for one hand, eraser other!
You wily wenches know I'm not really ambidextrous!

Quiet moments often get shattered
by conflicting tales to tell
that each demand full attention
lest they throw temper tantrums!

This is why some drink!
Oh, indeed, it really is!
Now back in your cages,
you unruly mentally conjured mob!

Oh, bring me a whip tonight, my muses!
The characters you favored me with impishly
have decided to throw a riot inside me!

Noises without me pass fast,
barely heard above their din.
I try to keep flowing
but the stream runs dry.

One of these damned days,
I'm gonna invest in tools
that scare off jaded characters
who just want more attention.

Oh, hand me that plot twist, my muses!
The characters deserve even more pain this day!
Unless they promise to stop with the contradictions!
Not to mention lose their jealousy of poems!

18April2013 - Dyfedd Rex

Toxic Word Dumpster Diving - A poem of NaNoWriMo Agonies

Got impatient,
with my writing
stated early
on editing
broke out the tools
backhoe, chainsaw
dug a deep ditch
into which went
many dark words
I had deemed then
as to toxic
to stay in print.
Too soon too soon!
my mind screamed back
just as dirt fell
from the scoop slow
to hide horrid
mistaken plots
and twists away
forever more.
We can fix it
yes surely so!
And thus NaNo
once more makes feast
upon my soul.
But I get it,
something good rose
from that session
of writing done
whilst I daydreamed.

6Nov2012 (in the throes of salvaging a huge section of my tale) - Dyfedd Rex

Admissions and Denials - A poem of life

There are things you never admit
like what you think of others
if their outfits really interest you
or being lost in familiar settings.

There are things you should admit
breaking wind in very confined spaces
that you have some vile habits
and knowing where you are going.

Then there are things totally unknown
even to your self when seen
for they slide by under stealth
like BO and other such things.

There is a lesson here folks
never admit to having an opinion
for any who disagree with you
will call you crazy or ill.

But never admit to being stubborn
ignore that mea culpa with everything
for being muleheaded about things leads
to losing friends or voting foolishly.

(15May2012 - Dyfedd Rex)