Knelt not like candles
lit for celebration but
driven like needles
into pine by
hammer.

I heard a man putting ladders up outside
Probably to clean the gutters
He suddenly appeared at my window
"Hello" he said
"I'm Father Christmas
I'm just practising"

Pleasures
                 Come not
                                   From
                                            How well  
                                                            Life’s work you do
That is but life’s plight


Pleasures
                 Only come
                                    From
                                             How well  
                                                             Life works for you
That is life’s delight
WIZDUMBs BY JA 712

How many smiles, every day
Do I miss and thrown away

Which kind words, did you entrust              
That I ignored and now have lost

What kindness that, you had displayed
Did I forget or just mislaid

Which beauty that, in you exists
For all these years I’ve gone and missed

There is no heart that I know of     
Which gives me more, than you my love
BOEMS BY JA 333

Empty words, won’t heal a heart
It’s the binding, which falls apart

Wishing won’t, make dreams come true
That is all, left up to you

Hope is not, the final word
That’s what’s left, when life occurred

Life goes on, until it dies
What’s left behind, is the prize

Only love, will make life whole
And only love, will save the soul
WIZDUMBs BY JA 698

We look with our eyes, but cannot comprehend
Where, our tapestry starts and where it will end
  
Like actors on stage, our tapestries as background
We perform life’s role, as our designs are unwound

Invariably attracted, to the beauty of others
Our own unseen background, inattention then smothers

Their life more exciting, more beautiful, more grand
And ours becomes a protest, for life being bland

But our background keeps unfolding, it’s elegance unseen
All the brights and the bolds, of our colour scheme

So we leave unaware, of what we’ve achieved
As our endeavors have thus, our tapestry weaved

Sad that some of us exit, from this wondrous planet
Not realizing what we, have accomplished in it
BOEMS BY JA 543

What we hear
We remember
What we see
We don’t forget
What we think
We do not render
What we say
We may regret

What we try
We are uncertain
What we do
We understand
What we give
We are certain
What we need
We should demand

What we ignore
We don’t respect
What we hate
We throw away
What we adore
We think is perfect
For what we love
We hope and pray
WIZDUMBs BY JA 520

I SAW MY HEART
It very rarely happens
You get to see your heart
But I saw mine, the other day
At least, I did in part

I watched it on the screen
Pulsating with such might
With veins and arteries all around
It sure was, quite a sight

I marveled at, the depth to which
It bulged and then collapsed
Was mesmerized, by its beat
As that rhythmic time elapsed

Then the dye, like ink from squid
Thru turns and bends it streamed
Filling tiny thread like veins
Thru never ending strands, it seemed          

My heart collapsed, the dye was gone
As if by magic, disappeared
The muscle poised, to bulge again
Exposing every vessel cleared

A sudden flash, the scene is gone                      
A new view takes its place
Then once again, the dye begins
Probing, for new pathways to retrace                  
                                                              
A wondrous gift, that made me think
How it all comes to be
The ebb and flow of each heart beat
And what it meant to me
BOEMS BY JA 281        

Cardiac dye test prior to my second heart operation in 2014