Wouldn’t it be nice
If we could live twice
So when the first one is done
We do the next one, for fun
WIZDUMBs BY JA 91

THANK YOU HELLO POETRY
You filled my heart with joy
My words affirmed and praised
It truly is a humbling moment
To have such kindness raised

My heart is overflowing
From all the love I got
Such an outpouring of emotion
I never would have thought
BOEMS BY JA 454

Some that have
And those that don’t
Both live
Upon this earth

But, it’s what they do
And what they don’t
That really
Proves their worth
WIZDUMBs BY JA 61

Whether
You fail
Or
You succeed

From each
You will learn
Something
You need
WIZDUMBs BY JA 108

Our car, among the classics
Our things, became antique
We, turned into relics
And our friends, befit a clique

Our cottage, now the hermitage
Our home, is a relique
Our life, will be a heritage
And when we talk, it’s a critique

What we do, has grown archaic
Our habits, turned oblique
Our thinking, esoteric
But we’ve, become unique
WIZDUMBs BY JA 418

Dark is the night, by the light of day

Harsh are the words, which some people say

Grievous the malaise, which we often feel

Deep are the wounds, of a hurt that won’t heal

Lasting the wrong, to whom it is done

Fleeting the moment, when praises are won

Tragic the loss, of someone we love

Empty the feeling, when they are thought of
WIZDUMBs BY JA 619

Who is this Ja
Sean Hunt did ask
So I will tell you
This is my task

He’s a silly little man
Without any hair
His teeth are all gone
But he doesn’t care

He wears tiny glasses
Because he can’t see
They make him look cute
If you ask me

He writes some BOEMS
And thinks he is funny
But that hasn’t made
Him, any money

He writes WIZDUMBs too
And feels he is wise
But he has not yet
Won any prize

He makes up songs
And composes the tune
But won’t be on radio
Any time soon

Ja is that poor
Odd foolish man
Who just runs around
Does what he can

He’s the Polish version
Of that old grandpa
Just in his case
He is the Ja

He is in name
An old Polish, Jadek
I’m spelling it wrong
But what the heck

So there you have it
He’s no one of note
He’s not even famous
He’s just, an old goat
BOEMS BY JA 79