Ghost Dinghies of the Doldrums - An older poem for your Halloween needs

unpainted wooden boats adrift in open waters

Came upon them, we did
the plain wooden shore boats,
 that normals as trails behind a ship.
driftin' in doldrums' bated breath,
we crossed this treacherous sea
looking for our fortunes and dreams
by raidin' the holds of others.

None were aboards 'em,
and no goods, tools or clues lefts
by thems as put offs some vessel
to seek the wind where she hid perhaps
or fleeing mad capt'ns rage at the calmin',
by takin' the risk of the deep blue below
and chancin' Ol' Scratch's glance .

Ghost boats the murmurs ran
as the helm were set hards to starboards
 as to steer rounds 'em by a wide distance
lest there be wreckage of another
that plied these seas in trade or like we
to live off others hards workin's
come up to tears we hull.

By consensus of the crew
under the rules we'd voted upon
when we raised the flag of black cloth
we chose to ne'er even looks agains
lest the sirens be usin' them boats
as baits to lure us to they clutches
to drags down to Davey Jones Locker.

NaNoWriMo Yes, I will be doing it this year again

So far I have narrowed the possibilities for that competition down to two story ideas.

1) Something for now called "Mazetown" but will probably need work on the title as well as the story... its a dark cyberpunk/horror/erotica bit about a exoplanet that humans try colonizing only to find something sinister amid the barely falling ruins of a previous race that inhabited the place. The erotica will come mostly from the methods of conversion, as humanity is perverted by the thing that ended the previous inhabitants... still gathering in bits and pieces, not sure how it will fit together yet, as things keep getting twistier and twistier... yeah, that ain't a word, so what.

2) "The Knife Has No Forgiveness" which is a Hunt of Scorpio Kenrai. This one was always planned to be the first novel length piece for the hunter of men. What sort of civil war will occur when a faction of religious zealots feel that the Guild came from their religion tries to take it back, and Tagrun's old Grasslands sensibilities and ethics get in the way? Who will win? Hell, I don't even know, it looks nearly as dark as the above story.

Hell, who knows, I may bite off more than I can chew and try both?

you can follow along at this link to the NaNoWriMo site which is my page there....
http://www.nanowrimo.org/en/participants/dyfedd-rex
So, give me feedback on who or what you want to see win or should I go swollen head into both?

Regardless, November will be sparse here, unless I need to write poems to uncork clogged brain cells (yes, I have at least three...).

Revison Idea adding the Naughty to the Ninja-Nuns

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.

MacMushNDawg and its variants!

MacMushNDawgs (or Hot Dog Soup) and its many variants in my household!
The basics are easy,
take some elbow macaroni (about 2 cups) and cook it off
as you do, chop up some hotdogs (1 pack) and fry the pieces up in butter or margarine
drain the macaroni when its cooked to your level of preference (tenderness),
add a can of cream of mushroom soup,
1/4 can of milk
and the dogs...
stir well, salt and pepper to taste...

I began to play with this and got these variants over the years,

I tended to use soy sauce or Worcestershire (not any more, the anchovies make me break out and suffer allergic reaction, so using kitchen bouquet or teriyaki/soy) sauce when browning off the hotdogs,

I have been known to add shredded cheese (colby jack is my fave, but cheddar is great as well) to the final mix, and add chopped onions and green peppers to the dogs when browning them. I also like tossing in bacon bits (as in make some bacon with the dogs and break it up to add in.)

Once upon a time I messed with the recipe in a big way...

I used a 50/50 mix of hamburger and italian sausage (hot) instead of hotdogs, added garlic, onions, peppers and pimentos to the browning, using a splash of teriyaki sauce with soy and no butter this time round. I also added half a bag of frozen green beans to the macaroni as I cooked it, and then when combining everything at the end, all I had was a handful of shredded pizza cheese (mozzarella) and a half hand of colby jack, this still was great...

Later, I dropped the sausage due to costs, and went just hamburger.. still good. Adding Fiesta mix and California mix veggies in for the green beans,

but for some reason, no veggie works with the dogs....

other than the onions and peppers.

Yes, you can feel and hear your arteries clogging, but it tastes good to me...

La

Where do you get the monster hit PR jobs from.... a questioning rant

So, how do they do it? Those megastars who get somebody to flip out for their work, and do an homage online to the artist they love, how do they get this to happen?

Is it just the nobody seeking fame, fortune, attention or just goofing off?

Thankfully, I will only have my small audience, it seems, and never have to be accused of going to hell (which I will, by the way... I never keep kosher in my diet as bacon cheeseburgers scream for me to devour them, lust after women, forget mom on mother's day and her birthday until the day after... lots of reasons there). I don't have young women swooning over my looks or "yumminess" (except after eating beans all day, when everyone downwind passes out, regardless of sex). Its great... its freedom from the pains of the burden of the highborn fools to entertain the masses. I just entertain myself and a small circle of friends.

I guess the real question is the eternal one.... Why? I mean, why make a fool of yourself over some celeberity, go online, make videos for or against them, just feeding the egos.....
wait.... Ohhhhhh, I see, its all from Madison Avenue, ain't it?

These things are all driven by the suits on that drive, and other insane folks who feel we all have to watch our image every minute of every day, and keep two extra eyes on the polls showing if our name recognition has slipped or increased.

Bah...  That is for the vain. Me, as long as there is coffee, a bowl of tobacco and a lawn chair, I am happy.


Yep, those folks have it bad... to paraphrase L. Ron Hubbard, its better that you kill me than PR me....
And really, how many of them look happy? If they are happy, why the drugs, the booze, and all that?


wait, have they outlawed coffee and tobacco yet? I might have to join them....