GAH!

So, after saying I would be silent, something dropped on Amazon today, forcing me to speak up, to support the other writers besides me in the anthology of drabbles...

Fair warning, before reading mine. It kinda explains why I'm still single, lacking a heart or sense of romance as I do.

just 99 cents at Amazon, follow the image or the link on the sidebar, buy a copy, and help support writers, and a certain bum. Morale only this one, but still, every little bit helps.

**UPDATED**

For those not in the USA, follow the link in the tab page up top of the blog marked OVERSEAS.. even if no real sea exists between you and the USA. 

Such is Love's way - a poem of humble, sneaky love.

Lost and broken
I quest for Love
failing to find
her hidden path
taken in jest
to make me search
high, low and mid
to find the jot
until I note
bumping on feet
as a kitten
gives what humans
fail to give me.
Which leaves me there
humble before
Love's other side,
that from small things.
If only I
opened my eyes
to all her ways.
Such is Love's way,
to come at us
from some angle
not expected,
with purrs or barks
to remind us
she is still there.

17November2012 - a humbled Dyfedd Rex

Regrooved - An Improv Prompt Inspired Poem

So, I hang at this place on the web, a forum board, where we have an ongoing contest of prompts, where you take a word, phrase or line from the poem before you as inspiration. Your choice of which words, just make something. When I saw the word "regrooved" something from my past cropped up, watching Grandpa working with wood. Then it gelled in about 15 seconds, cramping my brain, fingers and eyes, but DAMN, I like it.

Hands stroke the wood
seeking the grain as he works
shaping the repair to the dining room table
broken as the grandkids rough housed
despite grandma's loud protests.

Each motion forms boards
into the shapes needed for now
to make the shattered heart of the family
whole once more for next week
when they gather again.

One board with tongues
and another salvaged to be regrooved
then all locked back with his great skill
that built not just this table
but other things too.

Like the china cabinet
the buffet stand holding the food
and most importantly of all his many achievements
the knitting of strong family ties
that hold like glue...
with love.

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.

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)

　

Phantom Pokes of Electric Love

Phantom fingers across the web
detached by lasers and electrons
seeking ribs to tickle and poke
as the teasing begins in earnest
in their game of cyber romance

ghostly beeps from one far away
tell one to check the screen fast
yet still fingers fail and stumble,
as the veils of the web descend
erasing the name of the texter.

With each little push and nudge
they try to entice the other
into a dance amid lines and waves
as the information ebbs and flows
from one to other, and back again

They hide mischieviously amid screens
waiting for their love to discern
who indeed is their secret one
admiring over the wires safely
as distance makes eyes useless

And one last feathery touch
each makes their stab of love
and magnets hold long enough
for them to realize indeed
they were caught as they desired.

(1/22/2011 - Dyfedd Rex)
A bit late, but it got here in the end...