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(This is a fictional poem)
I got mugged and I was beten, stabbed and left to die.
I couldn't get any help from the people who walked by.
As I laid there dying, things looked pretty grim.
When people walked past, they said "the hell with him."
I'm not sure how many people walked past, I think about seven or eight.
How human beings can be so callous is hard for me to contemplate.
I thought I'd never see my family again.
But suddenly I was saved by a good samaritan.
I nearly bled to death after the mugger stabbed me with his knife.
But the good samaritan rushed me to the hospital and saved my life.
It was just like that story in the Bible.
I owe everything to that man who is wonderful.
Form:
Something created. Does the creator think ahead
or spill a storm. Rain happens. We supply the
reasons. Evaporation of water collecting over
huge expanses, condensed and pushed as clouds
over the land. We say it makes us sad or depressed.
We want to cry.
You describe the America you know and if you
are ashamed of yourself for what you see, you lie.
Or don't look. Loud noises of automobiles and
fumes. Today in Riverside Park, leaning on a rail,
the dead leaves and snow reminded me how far
from nature and life I am. The snow blew
in from the west. People passed in a smooth
slow line in front of me. Dogs trailing one
another. People hiding until crises bring them
out. Their dog smells another dog between the legs.
The master runs over to stop him. Maybe he
thinks they're going to fight. Doesn't want his
big German shepherd to hurt her dachshund.
Guy runs past in gray sweats on his tip-toes.
Glances at me. Another passes in blue sweats. Looks
longer. They think I'm a mugger. They are not
sexually attracted. I'm an opponent. I want something
they have. I look surly. Why aren't I out
running, disciplining myself, making myself healthy,
doing something. What brings you out here. You're not
doing anything but watching us and staring at the ground.
Walking down Broadway I realized I've never lived here and still don't. Two women window shopping is strange to me. They talk about the clothes. They are friends. I slow down, I don't feel so cold. Stroll, looking at people is like a sunny day and it's a carnival.
Rainy nights are good. Cold rainy nights. Bars filled and warm. Streets empty and cold. People pass and look as members of a fraternity. They need someone and don't hide it. They will try anyone out for one night. They have tea together. They go for a drink in some neutral place. They go straight to bed in the dark. They can't see the face.
He’s a rocker, a mod, a violent young youth,
He bashes whoever he sees,
While she is a mugger when the sun disappears,
She’ll destroy, pretty much, both of your knees,
And he says he’s gay so of course he has AIDS,
Stay away, don’t infect us with “Qu##r”,
Are words uttered by small panicking towns,
The words that simple folk hear,
And the sore jaws of the world explain it away,
God’s will, a violent video game,
The music made him do it, teenagers today,
Shock jocks lead a moral crusade,
But today the distrust is against something small,
No vaccine, no drugs and no shots,
Nothing to blame so people panic buy,
Panic buying toilet paper from shops.
It’s hard these days for a crook.
Go anywhere around and take a look.
Ain’t no shops to rob of jewelry.
They all closed up and got security.
Not even restaurants for him to rob,
and at the grocers’ Lordy - what a mob!
It’s hard these days for a thief.
I wonder how he’s finding his relief.
Folks he used to rob out on the street
are staying home or downtown packing heat!
See a mugger; put him at unease.
If ya got no gun, pretend to sneeze.
What’s he gonna do? What’s he gonna do?
That crook, that thief, that louse. He’s in a stew.
Yeah, it’s hard these days for a crook.
How’s he gonna get any fishes on his hook.
Hard to burglarize both night AND day
with kids now home and never gone away.
Dad’s are even working from their houses -
some with bullets ready for the louses!
It’s hard these days for the thief.
The grocery stores don’t even have ground beef.
Cops now guard those stores, for heaven’s sake!
How’s the robber gonna get a break?
He best be wise and stay away from US!
In case somebody out there has the virus.
What’s he gonna do? What’s he gonna do?
That crook, that thief, that louse. He’s in a stew.
March 27, 2020 for Richard Lamoureux's A-Muse-Sing Poetry Contest
I was thinking of that song "It's Hard Out Here for a Pimp" and got the idea to be sarastic about crooks. So this was inspired by that song (though it does not use that song's rapping format at all), and by the title of Richard's contest. Just trying to keep things light. The guns at gun shops here are selling like hotcakes.
I sprinkled dry yeast in warm water
And watched it bubble up,
Then cracked open a fresh laid egg
On the edge of a measuring cup.
I dumped in a helping of all-purpose flour,
A little oil, a pinch of salt.
Then I stiffened it up in a mixing bowl
Like a mugger committing assault.
I rolled it all out on a cutting board
Well-dusted with whole grain unbleached.
My hands went to work massaging the mass
As appropriate texture was reached.
I then let it sit till it doubled in size,
Set the oven to furnace degrees.
Then I fashioned a riddle and baked it inside,
Left the kitten to do as she please.
Twenty minutes later…
I opened the oven with fireproof mitts,
And fetched out my fresh staff of life.
I brushed it with butter, then set it aside,
Left to cool, while I sharpened my knife.
Ten minutes later…
The time finally came,
I was hot on my game,
And I cut me a taste-tempting slice.
But it was only half-baked,
Insufficiently toasted.
It had to go back in the oven.
I surveyed the scene,
Took a couple more tokes,
And baked up a morning worth lovin’.
The Thief Autism
Thief!
Childhood stolen by cowardly thief ~
Hiding in the shadows – masked face!
Bandit!
Holding hostage gifts and talents ~
Creation’s praise left penniless!
Feckless burglar!
Looting joy! Friendship hijacked ~
Words embezzled in mute babbles!
Surly swine!
Poaching laughter! Filching precious moments ~
Like a home invasion!
Kidnapper!
Of expression’s delight or the touch of love ~
Imprisoning the uniquely crafted thought!
Pickpocket!
Purloined priceless life cheated of hope ~
Criminal with no wanted poster
Mugger!
Strips bones - a prisoner’s frantic search for keys ~
To open sunrise - yearning to rush into the arms of life
Autism!
Doesn’t play fair with innocence ~
Small victories celebrated like battles won!
Warriors!
Embrace the precious souls locked within themselves
Armed with prayers and patience.
Dedicated to all who suffer with autism, all who love and work with these precious ones and all who work to change their lives with hope!
7-1-21
Contest: Let Er’ Rip #3
Sponsor: John Lawless
What just happened is something that can't be undone.
A mugger tried to shoot you but I jumped in front of the gun.
I couldn't let you die, that's why I took the bullet for you.
It was a good choice even though you think it was stupid to do.
The shooter tried to run but he didn't get away.
The cops just grabbed him and now he will pay.
In just a moment, I'll be gone.
I will die but your life will go on.
I couldn't have lived without you because you've been my beloved wife.
Someday we'll be together in Heaven, that will be worth sacrificing my life.
I'm in a great deal of pain as I lie here bleeding.
I feel so cold and my heart is about to stop beating.
But if I had it to do over again, I would do it without thinking twice.
Please always remember that one day we'll be together in paradise.
It all came to an end last Sunday in Santa Fe.
The love of my life was violently taken away.
A mugger shot my wife even though she gave him her purse.
She was rushed to the hospital but things got even worse.
The doctors couldn't save her even though they tried.
While she was on the operating table, she died.
She was carrying my baby and that makes it more sad.
I'm no longer a husband and I will not be a dad.
Because of that bastard, two lives have came to an end.
My wife wasn't just my lover, she was also my best friend.
Now that she's gone, my future doesn't look very bright.
When the cops find that man, I hope they shoot him on sight.
She died even though I went to the Chapel to pray.
My life became worthless last Sunday in Santa Fe.
(This is a fictional poem.)
Life lover
Death mugger
Hope giver
Low sugar
Water chugger
Love lugger
Tree hugger
Silly bugger
Fun frolicker
Food fantasiser
Friend finder
Hug holder
Soft shouldered
Money shrugger
Deep diver
Divine dealer
Rift healer
Hate hater
Kindness creator
Destiny developer
Imperfect Father figure
Occasional tent rigger
Peace pursuer
Joy juggler
Plate wobbler
Poetry writer
Destiny thriver
Earth empowerer
Environment ambassador
Eden encourager
Evil eradicator
Snake stamper
Veganish validator
Animal appreciator
Wonderful wisdom warrior
Future fantasiser
Present meditator
Past appreciator
Sporty spectator
Not so bad geezer
Summertime sneezer
Bespectacled bungler
Kitchen surface scrubberer
Sad movie blubberer
Healthcare handler
Magic marveller
Movie meddler
Piano plonker
Canine craver
Book reveller
River walker
Christ carrier
Church changer
Cross celebrator
Deafness dabbler
Community keeper
Poverty challenger
Happiness harbinger
Justice instigator
Prayer purveyor
Holiness hailer
Jehovah jotter
Jesus jostler
Bible basher
Beautiful
Believer.
Go back to the wonderful country
is the best suggestion;
this escape can save many
from the cold desolation,
and the worthlessness of dignity!
Those who once chose
to live in overcrowded
and unsafe inner cities
choked by thick smog,
destroyed by thugs,
and disliked by cops,
wish they never did!
Go back to the wonderful country
and pick the flowers
that make you smile from delight;
hear the canaries' melodies
you used to listen until night,
soak in the sunshine and nap easily!
Sarcastic is the language they use,
if one bumps into them by accident:
they give you the middle finger;
they are shameless, some are inclement,
lots of times I have pulled my hair!
They skip the line and don't apologize,
they are always in a rush going nowhere!
Go back to the wonderful country
is the best suggestion,
there you can breathe the cleanest air,
you can walk without looking back,
without the fear of being attacked
or hurt by a mugger!
Go back to the wonderful country
is the best suggestion,
avoid being rubbed
or even being killed...
doesn't it make you sick?
they are always in a rush, but going nowhere!