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.

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)

Anime School Girl Cyborg - a strange poem in progress

They pranced across the plaza
in bright and shiny costumes
celebrating their many sexy heroines
each similar yet so different
in ways most cannot fathom.

Then came the fanciest one
the girl all of silver
with joints like old gearboxes
and wind up keys attached
to various strategic body parts

Younger than most the others
wearing ski goggles with LED's
and other little aesthetic touches
the other girls just missed
while creating their cosplay outfits.

Her walk was so robotic
random hesitations and jerky motions
almost like her svelte body
really was a mechanical wonder
created from some steampunk vision.

She took away the prize
impressing the judges quite well
as she left the convention
a tear in her eye
for she was as appears.

An anime school girl cyborg
thanks to some drunken fool
who got behind the wheel
weight a drink too many
leaving her broken beyond healing

Until the lords of technology
offered her parents a hope
to keep their baby alive
but not able to feel
their touches or gentle hugs

Joints bones and muscles replaced
by pieces of hard metal
and powered by electric motors
that whine and chatter loud
as she moves them about.

Despite all her metal parts
her heart is still flesh
and breaks when others tease
not seeing her bleeding inside
from their cruel insulting words

Once I saw that tear
falling from her good eye
I had to walk over
and speak for a while
trying to cheer her up.

She never smiled a bit
fear made her cower down
scared that I was joking
setting her up once more
to have her feelings hurt.

Steel skin does not deflect
the deadliest barbs there are
those made of mean words
tossed with such negligent aim
hitting the weakest ones most.

So she suffers in silence
iron face hiding her pain
praying none can ever see
the trails of old rust
marring her eternally young beauty

Despite my offering of friendship
she slid behind her disability
fearing even after she knew
it was an honest attempt
so afraid of taking chances.

So she walks alone still
her path filled with pain
yet her shiny steel body
will never fail or age
giving her some bittersweet revenge.

(12/26/2011 - Dyfedd Rex)

Never look at your infometrics on a blog. You might cringe at what brought folks in, if not the search keywords, then the source url's will mess with your head. This poem came from a keyword search reported one week that set me to thinking, could I do an Anime poem? So this is the effort... hope you all enjoy it.