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My stalker sits across inside my neighbors home he has a rekey machine to burglarise homes cars boats golf cart awaiting disabled seniors to venture out for prescription medication groceries doctors appointments he’s a mechanic she’s been stalking me for over 23 years she craves my energy my smile my joy watching my husband and I gardening we laugh continuously she hates that the most sometimes she throws dirt on our stairs the mechanic a professor burglars no sign of breaking and enter just the key hole slides out with you key rekeyed entry after 3500 in lock smiths pop a lock security cams she sits there obsessed with my energy my smile my joy
"Time is the thief you cannot banish."
Phyllis Mc Ginley, Writer, 1905 - 1978
if you cannot beat them join the crowd of armed unkind robbers
otherwise you end up with identity fraud at the hands of the thugs
instead rule and divide the hourglass one step at every moment
synchronize what must be said and done and count the rewards
an imposed time machine is a wicked illusion and criminal offence
pick your own pockets calm rapid paces and speed up your apathy
turning tides do not steal pebbles from beaches
the sun never asks where her rays have gone to
moons follow their path without wondering when
a waterfall keeps its composure even when falling
cancel direct debit to people who don’t care for you
standing orders are not written in hard grafted stone
debts can be cleared and overdrafts countervailed
the only mortgage you have is to live to your tempo
a bit of rhythm helps when the pendulum swings backwards and forth
rhymes a chime for when the final bell takes its toll as the coffin lies vacant
if you have not filled it with meaning before permanence rests in the grave
a time sheet spread out over nothingness infringes upon the tick tock of joy
imposters can try as hard as they want to steel your dial
will try to bend all the hands of fortune magic and fate but
destiny comes from the springs rewound at every dawn
vacant echoes will be enriched with challenging meter
when the ultimate curtain unveils to your own applause
as the poachers admit defeat and fall on swift swords
feel free to mock burglars and mischievous muggers
a dead man’s pockets are full of victory’s memories
10th November 2020
Burglars came to get my stuff, but there was nothing to steal.
So I made them into friends and we went to other people’s houses.
Making them into friends.
The burglars stopped their stealing ways,
and became kind and happy.
People loved the burglars, and they began hiring them to clean and cook,
And fix their cars, insulate their attics, babysit their children,
and groom their fussy cats.
The burglars are all legitimate workers now,
making money in a legal way.
Not stealing, not cheating, not lying.
Changed into upstanding citizens.
They never bring home things they did not pay for themselves anymore.
I am confident when other burglars break into my friends, the
Former burglar’s houses, they will make them into friends and go to other
People’s houses, knowing what they have to do.
It’s Kevin, and I am NOT home alone.
I’m in Miami with my family.
Just talked to Buzz, my brother, on the phone;
and like last year, he’s angry as can be.
I AM a brat sometimes, but Buzz is worse.
Twice now, we’ve had to leave the brute behind.
He causes trouble. Then he’ll grumble, curse,
and blame me. He is grown, but not his mind.
When we get home will he tell some wild tale?
Last year he said persistent burglars came,
but he outsmarted them. They went to jail.
While we have a fun, he’s stuck there. What a shame!
Next year will Buzz AGAIN sit home alone,
make up outrageous narratives, and moan?
Movie, Home Alone 2; character speaking, Kevin McCallister
January 8, 2019, entered in Gregory Barden's Movie Magic contest
Sea shells in a child's hands get snatched away by the sea waves.
Long-earned wealth, in cash and kind, is stolen by the burglars.
Kith and kin, who have been in thick and thin, end up in graves.
Love songs sung coyly turn into knells and death bell murmurs.
My precious spouse, my innocent child, and my valued friend
Death has snatched them all. Who will ever replace them? With what?
I, too, am moving gradually towards my grave's end.
Though my soul has flown, I should, in the coffin, remain shut.
Like the messenger of death, is my sadness a warning?
Does this tell me that the zeitgeist is not favourable?
As this isn't monsoon, is the weather, for me, mourning?
Should I search for solutions - solvable and saveable?
Does sadness yet spare anyone, whether they're young or old?
Does it discern whether it's summer's heat or winter's cold?
Some green; some grayish; some dark or brownish,
Grass-filled; grass-less; some portions clam clownish;
Ups-downs; zigzags; clumpy, ghastly, scary,
Beasts-like fringes clinging to dark aerie...
Herbs, shrubs, trees, climbers, creepers... in kinship,
Growing, like horses uncontrolled by whip;
Thorns, amidst wild daisies, as though saying,
Life, here, is no foolproof; it's tough weighing...
These cattle seem to prove dwellers nearby,
Cowboys, shepherds or nomads passing-by;
Birds of feathers, as though safe reserve found,
Seem settle amid fear from harsh wild hound...
Mountaineers and hunters, hike here-and-there,
Single-minded; their pursuit well aware;
Amid saints-looking thieves and burglars, walk,
With no fear within; chalk or block of knock...
Rocks are rough, tough; in some places soft, though,
I go on; though, sometimes, extremely slow;
Soil slips; stones crumble; feet fail to proceed,
Creatures breeding beneath dry leaves, sting-treed...
Sun is seen sometimes; hidden other times,
Moon and stars seem attuning to old rhymes;
Fogs, mists, ice and snows, as per, seasons change,
From cliffs I glimpse many a mountain range...
People accompany; yet, there's no crowd,
Someone from somewhere seem calling aloud;
Amid humans I'm, often, lone exile,
I know, yet, I should walk many a mile...
Though strange, all seem to give me company,
Each move of mine is in God's custody;
Fast or slow, goal of my life, I'll fulfill,
This trail will turn my voyage, full of thrill…
Though seem trackless my trail is not reckless,
Pure, fragrant breeze blowing here is speckless;
Each grass grows, here, is full of friendliness,
Nature cuddles all, in complete kindness...
The trail I travel, O friends, is holy,
Vistas around, are perfect and lovely;
Each glimpse I glance and clasp so zealously,
It's foretaste of all that is heavenly...!
16 February 2022
When you look around inside the house
The furniture goes missing instantly
Appliances disappear all by themselves
Utensils go elsewhere, some place different
And what about the dishes?
Perhaps the mystery must thicken first
When your pictures fade away
And ships drift into oblivion with silverware
Colors on your walls crawl out the window
Gone forever with the floors you once walked upon
Maybe you should leave it all behind before you cry
What was once a home is now an empty house
An empty shell within, without itself
What happened to the packages and letters?
Was the delivery person delayed forever?
Perhaps it’s time to read between the lines
The post office was stolen in the night
Boxes were lost or locked up by cops
The city shut down, especially downtown
Maybe we should sleep or call the boss
When you go be sure to drive a car
Vehicles these days run on dreams and gasoline
Turn off the lights before you leave the city
Leave the door ajar in case the burglars weren't finished
Who knows what waits around the bend of time
Around the corner of the mind at sleep
It runs deeper than you think
When the calm comes in so do the criminals
Take care. Most likely there is nothing there
There were two ninjas in the dark
Who lay under sheets
Covered in their linen armour
Safe in servants' courters
There were ninja stars beside beds
Numchucks at hand’s breadth
To wield stealth attack
A forcefield of strength
There were guard dogs as allies
Silent and calm collected
Patrolled with gnarled teeth
Agents of the clan
There were two ninjas in the dark
Who lay under sheets
Quiet and self-restrained
Until window panes did shriek
There were two ninjas on their feet
An assailant was at hand
With much commotion and snarling
Were they at flight to catch that man!
These two ninjas in the dark
Were but brothers trying to sleep
Burglars came to wreak havoc
And that is about the norm…
In life, we must protect ourselves
From harm, disease and pain,
With seat belts, sunblock, bug spray
And umbrellas for the rain.
Alarms give peace of mind in case
Some burglars are about
And wearing masks convinces us
The virus is kept out.
In many sports a helmet
Is required to be worn
And knee or elbow pads make sure
No ligaments are torn.
We pay insurance premiums
To head off a disaster
And save up for the future
Which, these days, keeps coming faster.
We plan and try to be prepared
For all we can expect,
But life may toss a curve ball
Against which we can’t protect.
A female praying mantis is so alluring, living in her island paradise -- a small swamp with so many wonderful plants and flowers around. The female mantis is being courted by so many males of different colors and sizes though she is bigger and heavier than most males. One by one, during autumn or at any time in temperate regions, the males disappear after meeting the coveted one.
One day, a new male was swinging under a leaf and was called by the praying mantis to go down. The male one didn't respond as if he heard nothing. The praying mantis was frustrated and went somewhere else.
The next day, the same male mantis was seen by the praying mantis, calling him again. The male one turned around and asked why the female one is calling him. The female said, "I like you. Don't you find me attractive?..."
The male one replied, "I like you, but I'm childish. I am not fit for you."
The female one was surprised hearing it and laughed.
The male one invited the female one to walk for a while on the ground, shaded with extending low leaves and stems of plants. While walking, the male one was caught by a spider web and can hardly extricate from the thick web. The female one said, "I wish I can help you, but that's the best position I like most so we can be together for a longer time."
Unknown to the female one, the male one has friends in the area who are spiders. The spider webs are traps for burglars and intruders in the area. And the male one happens to be a friend of the leader of the spiders hiding everywhere encompassing the area where the male one was trapped.
Many spiders instantly appeared in the scene, surrounding the two mantises.
The female one hissed, ""What's the meaning of this?... Is this a trap?!"
The leader of the spiders said, "Our friend is the one caught in the web. You better run right now or we will clobber you!"
"Why do I need to run?" asked the female one.
The leader of the spiders replied, "We know that you eat all your lovers whenever you wish to mate with anyone of them. And that is cannibalism!"
The female one quivered, saying, "...I need to do it because it's a biological necessity."