(“Crappy Karma Happens Merit Badge”, 2010, original oil)
The simple fact is
People get what they deserve
By the simple fact
That that’s what they get
Karma has a way of doing that
Following you around
Like a shadow, like a puppy
Like a mugger in the dark
Waiting for just the right moment
To take its pound of flesh
Living on borrowed time they say
Borrowed by simply living
When it’s all more a loan
With the debt compounding daily…
Who and what are we borrowing from?
Our future selves.
(6/8/26)
At the risk of coming off turgid
I offer this tale esoteric
Hoping it’s not found insipid
Nor causes one to be apoplectic
But rather received with alacrity
Without the need for paroxysm
My word there’ll be no chicanery
And avoidance of anachronism
Far from being sesquipedalian
Nor need for any razzmatazz
The tale of the slubberdegullion
Who thought himself full with pizzazz
Though being so supercilious
His affect stirred only dudgeon
Any good was so very fugacious
From this untoward tatterdemalion
Yet still he persisted a mumpsimus
If you will, and worse a panjandrum
So aggravating and rumbustious
Redeeming qualities not a modicum
An unquestioned snollygoster
Given to being quite vagary
An ill-reputed hugger-mugger
And a voice of such cacophony
But I see that you are insouciant
And consider my warning malarkey
Since you wish to be recalcitrant
My apologies for being persnickety
I end my tale of the rapscallion
Without further ado or rigmarole
Avoiding becoming ultracrepidarian
I have met my supererogatory parole
Helen’s hugger-mugger ways caused a hullabaloo
Her hoarder house hardly had room for two
Let’s trick her outside, someone suggested.
But Helen firmly and fiercely protested.
She’s got to go out sometimes said the throng.
But everything was brought in, so the bystanders were wrong.
Justice alert
An Old Lady with strong Faith
Knows how to carry to great length
Didn’t have to spin to turn into Wonder Woman
Wonder Woman Grandma carried every day
A Mugger thought an Old Lady being an easy prey
He Forget to kneel and pray
The Mugger lurked and looked for an opportunity
It turned out to be a defeated reality
He attacked and Wonder Woman Grandma went into action just like that
She knocked him down
The Mugger went to the ground
He tried to attack a second time
Failed again and again
He didn’t know that Wonder Woman Grandma had Indian tribe blood origin
Full of courage, strength and keenness
The Mugger ran like a punk
Wonder Woman Grandma proved don’t under estimate an Old Lady
She packed more than just age
The punk was defeated full of rage
He got what he deserved because he didn’t behave
Forced to retreat
Got agony of defeat
The Wonder Woman Grandma is a true story
It’s my actual Grandma
A woman of wisdom
Living in God’s kingdom
High in the sky with my Grandpa
Wonder Woman Grandma
Strength in character
Standing for all Grandma’s all over the world
Hero
Victor story
Rewarded in Glory.
See the owl in swift silent flight,
Surfing the darkness of the night,
In control of its black domain,
Its prey killed quick, no time for pain.
Don’t be outraged when its victim dies;
The owl’s not a mugger of the skies,
No malice shown when it hunts for meat,
It leaves alone what it cannot eat!
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
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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!
Glorious God that grips and grabs the heart of great grandees
Who wangled on the walk-way of war and wastage
They truly troubled me and I trembled tremendously
But HE breaks their backbones bits by bits without blinking
Salute shrew sire for saving me from shackles of slavery
Darkness dig deep distracting and dragging me to death
Praise the potter who put past pest problems to rest
Father of faith fraternized freedom for fraudulent friends
Covering and cleansing concise minds; cutting corrupt cabals
Made me mode my life much more than male mugger ..
8-28-2020
I put a bug on you!
it was a lady?
it was a vampire?
it was a boogar?
No, it was a bug!
A mugger?
A burglar?
NO! A BUG!
Why is it .. red?
Is it dead?
It crawled with six legs - -
to my head! ..
right to the crook
of my arm,
Will it cause harm?
Honest!, that bug (CRUNCH!)
that bit you,
My friend!
is a bloodsucker out for lunch
That's it!
That's ALL!
This morning I walked in the dark.
Before, I’d not go to the park
When the sky wasn’t light;
It would give me a fright
For the pathways were lonely and stark.
But now, though, my worries do lack
The fear of a mugger attack.
It’s the foe that’s unseen
Causing mass quarantine
That I hope to keep off of my back.
Ere the sunrise, the streets are devoid
Of the crowds making me paranoid.
So I breathe in the air
While remaining aware
Of each early bird I must avoid.
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.
I always wanted to fall in love,
To make my heart suddenly beat faster,
To connect the colors of life,
With the melody of love sounding.
He must be tall and patient,
And with jokes quite on you,
He is brave and very fair,
His love is not like smoke.
He's not a star, of course,
But become a man in it.
He won't betray me,
And his passion burns with fire.
He's not some street mugger,
In it to become a man since childhood
His soul has long been wise,
He's been raised that way since he was a kid.
He doesn't wear gold chains
And he doesn't like tights,
He's great at everything
And he goes through life easily.
When will we meet him one day,
He will recognize me and understand everything at once.
We will suddenly light up with the same color,
And he will simply sweep away all obstacles.
A backwards glance. Subtle? Absolutely not, but
paranoia has been steadily rising. The footsteps are
Running behind me now, closer and closer. Loud, in a ferocious
Way. Am I going to get knocked down? Kicked? Accosted?
I jump off the sidewalk, turn and glare at a young man in blue jeans
who grins at me, giving me a thumbs up sign as he races past.
Grateful the old woman had gotten out of his way,
I am the one with wet tennis shoes, not him.
A whole new perspective,
Relaxing now,
I stop clutching
My purse.
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