Stupidtry 2.0

 Lordt, the septic is overflowing

    and Speedy ain't nowhere to be found.

This year, their mouths overflow

    with stupidtry 2.0

• Distrust
• Chaos
• Abuse

It is Advent

    the advent of casting stones

    the advent of real A.I. & WORM emails

Write Once

Read Many

One replies all

Lordt, who are the thieves in this temple?

They churchin' every month

    but keep breakin' Rule #8

    of your Decalogue

    in every dialogue written & verbal.

Your witnesses need a healin'

Your witnesses need a lesson

Your unrighteous righteous

    need a hike to Mount Sinai.

So hit dem up

    December 25

    January 6

Stop the advent of 

• Distrust
• Chaos
• Abuse

If you need a sidekick, an archangel

Call Speedy.

"They pump what dem leaders does talk"

No Diggity 

No Muppetry

No more Stupidtry 2.0

Marie Therese Richardson

Reward, Sint Maarten

8 December 2022

One Less Problem Prayer

 Lordt, Lordt, you work in 

    mysterious and miraculous ways

Only you know the problems

    we bear and lay at Your feet

Yes, Iggy said it best

    I got one more problem wit cha!

Lordt, you blessed us today

    Halley to the lujah!

    We got one less problem

So if You want to know what's

    going on speak to me, Lordt

If You want to speak to the jacket in charge

    come manana

No Diggity

No Muppet Mayhem today!

Marie T. Richardson

8 November 2021

Reward, St. Maarten

Ain't No Dumb Trees in my Ancestors' Yard

 Daughter of Zeus,

    I come to supplicate before you

    Guide me as you did Perseus and Heracles

I am at war

War against fruit

The fruit who do not fall far from the dumb tree

A tree with limbs that are dark and bare

    Yet - - these fruits see leaves

Daily, I fight the spirit of Koalemos

    attempting to strangle me in its

    mire of stupidity and foolishness

Only You who sprouted from His forehead

    can keep me free of their clutches

My ancestors did not descend from such trees

My navel string was buried

    among the roots of

    the Lignum Vitae

    the Gaiac

    the Tree of Life

Marie T. Richardson

4 November 2021

Reward, St. Maarten

18° 3' 26" N 63° 3' 40" W

 No Diggity Daily Devotion

Lordt, a weathervane is what we are needing

        The winds of chaos and confusion

        Are fueling this brewing storm.

Regress and Progress

Backwards-Forwards

Down and Up

After those two meetings

The Tempest is strengthening

We assemble with my D-Peeps today

A louver opens

The jacket beckons and calls

You will make D-Peeps announcements

I give my best deer caught in the headlights

"You puttin' me on the spot!"

Another B ready moment at the very moment.

Lordt, a weathervane is what I am needing

The Tempest is strengthening

There is no projected path

It's course cannot be mapped

220°SW at 60m elevation

It is not moving

This location it has settled upon

Managing to unsettle 

What was settled

A weathervane is what I am needing

The next wind of chaos and confusion

Blew the following in my ear:

"You & Barbie are working against the jacket"

My best deer caught in the headlights filter again👀

Seems I got the POWER

My name, my being, my essence - - ME

We 

Are the master of your thoughts

Doe a deer a female deer

NOPE!

My antlers are prodding and poking that Tempest of yours

I am the stag

I am the bull

I am the hart

I am the fuckin' buck.

No Diggity.

Marie Thérèse Richardson

Reward, St. Maarten

25 November 2021

Big Poppa P.K.M.

 

Big Poppa P.K.M.

Mr. Sadarangani - The dad with the cap

Hey Pooja,

I thought a voice message would be best.

Why?

Words spoken via a 4G call

Travel

Arrive

Hold

Hold a temporary space in your immediate thoughts

Then gently fade away.

I want these words to

Travel

Arrive

Hold & Stay

Stay themselves to your consciousness

Bring a bright smile and a spark of joyful light when you need it.

I give sincere gratitude to your dad – Poppa P.K.M

Because of Poppa P.K.M, the dad with the cap - Mr. Sadarangani,

I met P.K.M. - Pooja.Khushi.Megha

three shining smiles

three bright spirits

three interesting daughters

I am grateful for Poppa P.K.M, the dad with the cap – Mr. Sadarangani,

            Because he always had a smile to give you

            Because he always waved when he met you

            Because he gave us you, Pooja

Marie Thérèse Richardson

Reward, St. Maarten

13 April 2021

Hey Teacher, Ponderables #1.5

 Hey Teacher, Ponderables #1.5

Without students, 

we would not be here. 

We are here b/c 

the students need us. 

But for the students, 

we have our positions.

We are the Monday to Friday mothers

Mothers of those who may not have. 

We are the fathers 

Fathers who may offer 

That strong bear hug to pull up the

Confidence

Strength

 

Optimism

Resilience

of that student

who does not speak, 

of that student

who is fearful of being harshly spoken to,

 

of that student

who is admonished publicly,

of that student

who is ridiculed.

Hey teacher,

When a student is sinking, 

don't just point your finger - 

A real teacher 

throws out both hands and grabs -

Student first.

Grades second.

-Marie Thérèse Richardson

 Morne Valois, St. Martin

 7 March 2021

Her Former Self

I have to revert to my former self

The former self

  that people

  Judged

The former self

  that was

  Quiet

The former self

that did

  not talk

The former self

that was

judged

as

Stuck up

Arrogant

Unfriendly

Why should I

want

to revert

to regress

  to a lesser

  self?

To not hear

the words

  I heard

What words

were

  those?

Whose

words

  were

   those?

  

What

was

is

  so creepy?

   - the words

   - or

   -  the speaker of the words?

Those words

should

could

would

have remained

unspoken

If I never

spoke

If I never

smiled

But

I smiled

And

I spoke

On several occasions

I did

I caused

the unfriendly

stuck up

  veil of arrogance

   to be lifted

    like that of a bride's

     revealing her true self

      to the one she faces.

I unwittingly created

an ember

that has been burning

Intensely

Burning

A flame of words

that just

singed

my ears.

Those words

no longer a smoldering secret

now

Admiration

is burning

from his chest

Fire, fire

burning bright

Like a tiger

in the night

Who, you ask

is prowling Friar's Bay

with eyes creeping up Walawa Hill?

Dare I say?

-Marie Thérèse Richardson

16 May 2020

Saint Martin