Did you guide me, while I grew
Did you teach me, all I knew

When I was lost, did you lead me home
When I was cold, did you keep me warm

When I had doubts, did you set me straight
When I rushed too fast, did you make me wait

When I was scared, did you make me strong
When I was alone, were you, still along

Did you give me love, to enjoy its pleasure
Did you bring me family, so I could treasure

When life was dark, were you my light
When I was wrong, did you set me right

When disaster struck, did you take my pain
Did you make me whole, so I could feel again          

Did you stand by me, as I forgot
As life progressed, and I did not

When I knew nothing, but a docile stare
When meaning left, were you still there

Did you let me die, when my life was thru
My slate swept clean, of what was due

Now that I understand, this to be true
Did you bring me here, to live with YOU
BOEMS BY JA 362

I bestowed to you my heart

You ****** it dry
Left me to die

Then ripped it out and threw it away

While I gasped at my soul
As it oozed out that hole

I realized I was dying

I clutched hold of it and gripped
But between my fingers it slipped

In despair I watched it rise, then linger

Then it glanced back at me
That’s when, I ceased to be

Now I’m in an ambivalency

Am I really dead
Or just my world instead
BOEMS BY JA 484

RECONCILIATION
You can always respect a man
Who admits his mistakes
You can always trust the man
Who forgave those heartaches
So, we should applaud both men
For giving up, those headaches
BOEMS BY JA 500        

I hope I am correct in my assumption of a truce.

Truth is not the truth
If I do not believe it
And a lie is not a lie
If I do not perceive it

Honor is not honor
If I do not achieve it
And loss is not a loss
If I do not grieve it

Love is not love
If I do not receive it
And life is not a life
If I wish to leave it
BOEMS BY JA 490

The only heart
That can be shown
Is the one
That is your own

The only life
That you can give
Is the one
That you live

Yet, the only gift
Of any worth
That you can give
While on this earth

Is not possessions
Or your wealth
But what you gift  
Of yourself
WIZDUMBs BY JA 596

A star has fallen, from the sky
A poet’s life, has just flown by
I saw it plummet, watched its plume
It hit the earth, to meet its doom
A sudden blaze, a flash of light
Its aura arched, into the night
Its light then dimmed, I saw it die
A cry arose, and I know why
The words this soul, would have produced
Will now fall silent, and not be used
BOEMS BY JA 439

WHY ARE POETS LEAVING.... HP

MAY LOVE FILL YOUR HEART
AND JOY FILL YOUR DAY
HERE"S WISHING YOU HAVE
A HAPPY BIRTHDAY

Hope you have a lovely lovely day

If you think you can
You will
If you think you can’t
You won’t
If you think you ought
Then do
If you think you naught
Then don’t
WIZDUMBs BY JA 581

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Whomever asks, receives
Whoever knows, believes

They that include, bind
Those who seek, find

Thee that sow, reap
Ye, that don’t pay...... are cheap
WIZDUMBs BY JA 411

It matters not
If you’re rich or poor
Whether your life is easy
Or hard to endure

If you’re living content
Or your days are driven
It’s what you can do
With what you’re given
WIZDUMBs BY JA 592

Walk with me, while I age
Help me write, each tortured page

Instill in me, compassion and courage
To my ego, and oppression discourage

Assist me to, life’s challenges manage
Forgive my failures, do not disparage

In grief, with comfort, do me assuage
In death, my virtues, with homage gauge
BOEMS BY JA 344

OUR CHOICE
It is
       Our choice
                           In life
                                     To make
Which road
                     In death
                                    We have
                                                    To take
WIZDUMBs BY JA 341

NEW YEAR
And so, a new year begins
With new determination in our endeavors
And a new array of concoctions
Which we hoped, would help our hangovers

A renewed promise for coming events
Not to overindulge in our usual sense
But display a new moderation
To avoid that yearly, consequence
BOEMS BY JA 487

MERRY CHRISTMAS
Season’s Greetings, to my family
My fellow poets and all my friends
Let’s each do, one simple kindness
Before, this Festive Season ends
BOEMS BY JA 483          

I'm signing off till next year. Best wishes to you all. Hope Santa brings every one what they were  wishing for.

T’was the night before Christmas
And in his outhouse
Sat Ja quietly listening        
To waltz’s, by Strauss.
(Really, he was leafing thru Penthouse)

The ******* was fitted
With all manner of lights
That couldn’t be missed
No matter what heights

When up on the roof
There arose such a clatter
Ja, kicked open the door
To see what was the matter

So there sat Ja
With his pants pulled down
His *** in a hole
On his forehead, a frown

He leaped up so quickly
Through the doorway to pass
Tripped over his pants
And fell on his ***

Then flat on his back
His bare *** in the snow
He looked up to see
The roof all aglow

Poor Santa had landed                        
On that, small, sloped roof
But there wasn’t enough room
For sleigh, and each tiny hoof

Ja had decorated everything
So the outhouse, shone bright
And Santa mistook it
When he arrived that night

The reindeer slid off
Were hanging by their straps
And Santa had saved them
By grabbing, the roof *****

Poor Rudolph fell the farthest
Boy, was his nose beaming
Just then, losing his grip
Santa started screaming

Fly Dancer, fly *****
Fly Donner, fly Blitzen
Don’t let me fall into
This ****, Ja was fixin

Then just like magic
They started to float
And Santa, raising his fist
Did this warning shout
              
Be very careful old man
I’ll get you some day
Stay alert Christmas Eve
Don’t get in my way

Now, each Christmas Eve
Ja, won’t step foot out that door
Cause he knows Santa is waiting
To even the score
BOEMS BY JA 18

What I want
For Christmas is
Just the barest
Of necessities

All my teeth
Not just two
So when I eat
I can chew

A skip and jump
Back in my step
So each morning
I have some pep

A pair of glasses
Which self defrost
A set of keys
Which don’t get lost

All my hair
Put back in place
So I don’t have
That barren space

A pair of shoes
With self tie laces
So I don’t have to
Reach those places

A set of arteries
That don’t plug
A nice cold beer
Which I can chug

To have someone
My brain equip
With that new fangled
Memory chip

So it can tell me
My intent
When I stood up
And why I went

A bunch of prunes
Which are pre dated
To work just when
I’m constipated

A gizmo that will
So to speak
Turn off my wee wee’s
Little leak

So I don’t have
I’ll just be blunt
Those little dribbles
In the front

A cork that fits
My *** hole, please
So hemorrhoids don’t pop out
Whenever I sneeze

A longer arm
That would pass
Behind my back
To wipe my ***

On this I’ll end
My little list
I don’t want Santa
To get ******
BOEMS BY JA 103

A man is not judged
“BY” what he does
“WITH” his life

He’s only judged
“WITH” what he does
“BY” his wife
WIZDUMBs BY JA 399

IN LINE
I walk in line, as we all do
Not knowing what’s ahead
Appreciate, what comes my way
And hope, I’m not mislead

Attempt to walk, a path that’s straight
To make my journey true
Trying hard, not to compromise
My position, in the queue

I hope to finish, in good stead
And not be turned away
Even though, I’ve not excelled
At least, I’ve paid my way
BOEMS BY JA 317

Don’t pick a gift
For the praises you’ll win
But for the time and effort
Which you have put in

Because

It’s not the gift in the box
That you will be leaving
But the thought in your heart
Which they’ll be receiving
WIZDUMBs BY JA 645

When I was young
And in my prime
I could do it
All of the time

But now I’m old
My hair’s turned grey
I sort of from it
Shy away

Back then I’d bang it
Hard and long
But now I’m not
Quite as strong

I use to take
Those deep, long strokes
But now their only
Little pokes

I’d stroke it deep
I’d stroke it hard
The consequences
Disregard

With no control
I’d shoot and spray
Just used my stick
And flailed away

Then drove it home
And drilled that hole
With that last stroke
I’d reach my goal

But now that I  
No longer play
I will those golf clubs
Put away                                          
BOEMS BY JA 94

Happy Thanksgiving USA
May peace and love, come your way
With thanks and praise, to fill your day
BOEMS BY JA 470

We each
                     Hope to find true love
But often
                      This simple premiss lack
That once
                      It’s to us gifted
We’re obliged
                       To give it back
WIZDUMBs BY JA 644

I remember, way back when
And this is not a joke
Right after having ***
I usually had a smoke

My doctors said, I must desist
Before my life it wrecks
So forced to choose, I had no choice
And so, I gave up ***

So now ???????
     
I write poetry
BOEMS BY JA 426

I stare into the mirror
To see what I can see
The image draws me nearer
I don’t know, if it’s me

I touch to understand
Sense coldness to reflection
It sends through me a shiver
Must mean, my own rejection
BOEMS BY JA 417

Tragedy, is once more, gripping Paris
Proves how easily, we faith dismiss
A Muslim religion, hijacked by terror
Should make us all, look in the mirror
Religion, should not preach hate
Nor be telling us, that Virgins wait
Is our faith, one of inclusion
Or is it just, one more illusion
BOEMS BY JA 460           copyright 15-11-2015

Today’s the day
That we remember
An unknown soldier
Friend or family member

Who died or served
In any war
But isn’t with us
Any more
BOEMS BY JA 222

Not being one, who was born with a green thumb, or one of any other colour
I’ve never had a yearning to plant, nor care for, any type of flora or fauna
But as good fortune would have it; I was blessed, with the mind of a scholar
Or at least that was my theorization; while under the influence of marijuana

This was a period of time, during which knowledge flowed; like a gushing river
Sadly each lesson learned, was in the end, not comprehended and thus lost
But I had this situational calling to earn a living, and so, had these seeds to deliver
To some Basmotical garden; which unfortunately, in my haste, I later tossed

Of course, this occurred during a time of immense erudition; under the influence
This did cause me to manifest myself, as some exceptionally tortured soul
Not realizing how my outer apparent confidence, hid my inner impudence
I, into this garden of good and evil; did so thoughtlessly, let myself stroll

As I entered, under this arching Gothic gate, I immediately sensed a certain presence
And as I walked, was instantly drawn to one side’s fescue; bordering on my path
I was unfazed by the pedestrian variety of growth; but savoured each sweet essence
And as each new scent infused my sensory cells; my nostrils flared in their aftermath

But then on the other side, odors that stung and burned; a forewarning of some kind
So I grasped at my proboscis and squeezed it; to prevent any further *******
Making me gasp for air through my mouth, infusing my throat; though so disinclined  
Then causing me to heave and cough, from the putrid smell; during its gestation

On this side, such flowers of exception did excel; and yet that dreadful smell
On that, so casual a bloom; brought no visual enjoyment, only exquisite perfume
On one, like burning flesh, a rancid smell; it made me gag and want, not there to dwell
On the other, scents that made the nostrils spume, with the pleasance of their plume

Then all at once a revelation; to my left, there exists all nature of exotic foliage
But from its growth, leaped out all manner of fowl stench and guttural malodour
Yet to my right, the umbels lay, with a menagerie of misguided, erroneous spoilage
Though the effervescence of its bouquet; permeated, perceptibly from its disorder

I felt an enticing ubiquity, but not the nature of this presence, to my left and right
So, meandered further down the trail; until at last, I felt this attraction from each force
Both from the left and right, each enticing me to leave the trail, and enter its delight
This did at last, dupe my brain to say, choose; in which direction, to which concourse

Such a variance, made me ponder the relevance of what I had just discovered
Did I sense but apparitions; or was this truly spirits, which must exist among us  
This good or evil that lay hidden on each side, thusly camouflaged or covered
And a novice such as I, knew nothing of their nature; or was it just the cannabis

But, before I could decide, a puissance did ****** my throat and cloistered all my air
Not able to breathe, I impulsively dropped the bag of seeds, which I still carried
And as the bag burst and the seeds spewed forth, I thought, I am without a prayer
****** to my hands and knees upon the path, craving air; my demise, somehow tarried

As I watched those seeds slowly bounce; there arose a stream of sweet pure nectar
Which sped its way to my nostrils; and so relieved that tight noose around my throat
As my asphyxiation lost control; my passing, no longer became an imminent specter
My breathe returned, unencumbered by a ****; this new purity, to now my life denote

Not, to the ease by which I can my life direct, with mere stimulants; to be content
But to look ahead and discern, what it is I see; on which side the good or evil exists
And to forever, let my conscious being preside; over any future occasional discontent
So that now, my concentration would be, on the essentials; of which my life consists

But yet those seeds, so strewn about the footpath; was it for me then, to them gather
Either take their discharge as a sign; if left alone, the wastage may, by itself be fruitful
Or should I harvest each as best I could, to repackage them; and would that matter  
Inasmuch, they were so scattered, I let them lay; to not salvage them, I erred as frugal

So, I left this garden of good and evil; not perplexed by its existence, but assured
That not with the use of some opiates, would my future progress be thusly led astray
But through the realization, that stability and restraint, come from what I have endured
And good or evil, comes from attributes of my character; that I’ve earned along the way

And so, a moral you may ask.....maybe two
Then I say yes; well of course you do

From such a visceral experience, to bring about this massive conscious newel
A meaning was ascertained; firstly, from my consignment, thence, from my deliverance
Don’t scatter your seeds aimlessly, or leave them lay fallow, on a bed sheet or a towel
And trying to discern, delights of good or evil, while high on drugs; is just pure nonsense  
BOEMS BY JA 399

I find it intriguing
How thru life we progress
And then, need to measure it
With some sort of success

We all value our lives, differently
Some by riches, some by fame
Yet others, by how well
They kept their good name

But those values mean nothing
If we can’t this attain
Love and respect from our peers
And not, their disdain
WIZDUMBs BY JA 46

I tried to be, romantic once
And so set up, some ambiance
A candle here, a flower there
Just enough, to show I care
I set a crystal goblet, for some wine
Her finest china, on which to dine
Our best silverware, each in its place
Two linen napkins, with bordered lace
I even cooked, a nice hot meal
A dish that would, to her appeal
But when I opened, the front door
I did not get, my sweet Amor
Then all my effort, came to naught
When those workday tensions, home she brought
HEADACHES ARE A PAIN
BOEMS BY JA 326

Show me a man, that won’t lie to me
I’ll show you a man, which I’d rather be
Show me a man, that won’t lie to her
I’ll show you a man, which women prefer
Show me a woman, who can be my friend
I’ll take that woman, to love till the end
WIZDUMBs BY JA 615

I tried to write
With some “PANACHE”
But it turned out
To be just trash

Then I wrote
With “SAVOIR FAIRE”
But there was just
Nothing there

And so I tried  
With some “PIZZAZZ”
But, I’ve had better
Come out my ***

So now I write
With “AVANT GARDE”
Because writing well
Is just too hard

Thus, I let you poets
Write the stuff
That we all
Would be proud of
WIZDUMBs BY JA 256

I am humbled by the poetic ability and diversity of this community.
                                   I applaud you all.

I was contemplating life
When it occurred to me
That nothing in our lives
Means as much as we

No matter good or bad
Or what it was we had
In time, it just becomes
Another memory

We instinctively move on
To new things we are drawn
And the happiness or hurt
Becomes for us, the key

That decides what we do next
And thus our life affects
As we progress from here to there
And so, defines what we shall be
BOEMS BY JA 105

Since happiness
Is just a frame of mind
Change the way you think
And you’ll be happy, all the time
WIZDUMBs BY JA 262

The semi colon; is a period
That has one “a pause trophy”   ;)
WIZDUMBs BY JA 633

A pumpkin scared the moose
That's why he was on the loose
But Arthur caught the beast
And made him the Thanksgiving feast

Cherish family
Share your time
Break bread
Drink some wine

Give thanks
For what you’ve got
Help those
That have not

To live life well
Yet not to worry
Put kindness first
And not the fury

To show your feelings
Without regret
To be yourself
Without a threat

To help out freely
And not be shamed
To do your best
And not be blamed

To speak your mind
Without concern
To listen well
So you can learn

To live your values
Yet not impose
To let others follow
The one’s, they chose
WIZDUMBs BY JA 10

LADIES !
             LADIES !
                         LADIES !            
Don’t love a man
             Unless
             or
             Until
             :(
             :(
             :(
                          He proves that you can  
                          :)

WIZDUMBs BY JA 629

That Cialis commercial
Has everything all wrong
They say, call your doctor
If your *******'s, too long

If Cialis can provide me
With a four hour *******
Why should I call my doctor
To give me direction
                                                                                                        
They should warn about swallowing                                                
But, they don’t give a heck
Cause if it dissolves in your mouth          
You get a stiff neck
WIZDUMBs BY JA 585

“Childhood only exists”
“While its innocence lives”
“In time, it is replaced”
“By what, our invidious reasoning gives”          WIZDUMBs BY JA 223      

When I was very young, some years before my teens
Before those wild ambitions, invaded all my dreams

I was naive, yet unafraid; my life was filled with awe
I ran and played, unperturbed, exploring things I saw

I had no needs, beyond my own; no greed had yet set in
Not then aware, that my needs, could evolve into a sin

I had no great desires, put no value, on what I lent
There was no hidden meaning, no reward, in my intent

I had no inhibitions, had not yet tasted fear
I marveled at the joys of life, which now I hold so dear

I rushed headlong thru life, and gave it not a thought
Back then, knew not life’s lessons, still needed to be taught

All of my convictions, lived free within my heart
Before my brain took hold, and tore them all apart

My innocence of reasoning, was good and sweet and pure
This loss of childlike judgement, one day I would endure

I thought not of, what I should do; back then I had no clue
Thus unafraid, tried everything, and so my knowledge grew

With each mistake, I’d try again; from each a lesson drew
Discovered life, not as it seemed, and so, would start anew

I searched for all the answers, to things I did not know
Unknowing that this knowledge; would corrupt my soul

I did not yet, discriminate; knew not that color mattered
This crystal mirror image, for me, was also shattered

My innocence preceded, all I thought and dreamed
Until I finally realized, that the world had intervened

I discovered that not always, black was black nor white is white
That sometimes right was wrong, and sometimes wrong is right

That friends do come and friends do go, but our wish, is to belong
And each of us, must prove our worth, for a friendship to be strong

That family blood; makes our bonds, much closer than the rest
In times of need, if good or bad, our family stands the test

And so my childhood ended, life’s road got in the way
The consequences of my choices, have led me to this day

A life once lived and filled, with the ease of its simplicity
Now sadly acquiesced, to its contrived, duplicity
BOEMS BY JA 239

A light has faded
A voice gone silent
A hope is ended
A life now spent

The dreams are gone
The visions closed
The curtain drawn
The life reposed

That presence lost
That joy now ceased
That bridge was crossed
That life released

But love lives on
It will not cease
This life so short
Is now at peace
BOEMS BY JA 220

Pray a little, cry a little
To keep bad thoughts at bay
Kiss a little, hug a little
So your feelings you convey
Make a little, give a little
Contribute if you may
Work a little, play a little
Balance out your day
Laugh a little, smile a little
Spread the joy, with your display
Teach a little, learn a little
Let knowledge pave your way
Pause a little, gaze a little
Enjoy the beauty of the quay
Love a little, care a little
What else is there to say
WIZDUMBs BY JA 453

Why is it that
We don’t catch on
That we will miss them
Until they’re gone

WIZDUMBs BY JA 89                   27-08-2012

I stop to think, and then realize; that time has raced ahead
And at some point, left me behind; to wither, till I’m dead

These days now slow, monotonous; drag on for so **** long
They seem to me, so arduous; I need a drink, to carry on

My mind then seems to wander, without inhibitions all around
To look back in perspective; or examine still, what is left there to be found

Considering I’ve amassed, all this erudition; it should at least, be passed on
So, I’ll share some with you now; before everything I know, suddenly, is gone

Inside me, lives a vibrant young man; who is begging to be freed
But, if I let him lose; who’s to say, to where it would all lead

When I was young, life seemed uncomplicated; so I made my way with ease
With old age, much harder, far slower, more painful, and with no guarantees

Back then, planning how to have fun and making friends; seemed to fill my needs
But now, enjoyment comes from the smallest activity; and friends, drop off like weeds            
  
As a young man “CAREFUL” didn’t come easy; it was a struggle, centered in my crotch
Now I find, to be careful as I age; it’s the very place, my doctor makes me watch

Having a wife, during senescence, truly is a blessing; as our prowess tends to diminish
As an old codger, I love to get things started; but always need that extra hand, to finish

I was proud of my manhood; back in those days, when I was fit and young
But now, with all this muscle loss; it’s my chicken skin, that is well hung

Break the bond, with your wife, and your ***** are in the rack
You can do the same, with your kids; but they, keep coming back

And having children, brings such joy; so enjoy them while they’re young
Cause in their teens, no matter what; it’s like being dragged, thru knee high dung
                              
But, spending time with the grandchildren; is the best thing on this earth
Somehow, they make a place, in your heart; and give you all they’re worth

Teach them but one lesson; which some of us, through time have learned
Work real hard, for what you want, and “SHARE”, what you have earned

Women were not put on this earth, to be controlled, or outwitted; by a man
So keep those opinions to yourself; and your big mouth shut, if you can

All that money, which we have saved; we really should have blown
Can’t take it with us, but spoiled the kids; so they should really earn their own

So, do we put it in a chest, at the end of a rainbow and let a Leprechaun hold the keys
“NO”, we invest with a bank, so they can make their millions, by charging us those fees

Besides, we won’t be judged; on how well we managed, all our earthly wealth
Which is good, because I hid mine in that chest; and it was stolen, by that fucken Elf
“I bet that would **** your doodle”

Don’t scrimp and save, in old age; we’ve worked hard, for everything we’ve got
Now, take the time to spend it, and enjoy it; just leave a little, for that plot

We should enjoy the ride, while we’re here; so in the end, we are contented
After all, it’s not the speed, nor the deed; but is the outcome as intended

Friends and neighbors die around me; and I’m not sure what I should do, or say
Move away, buy their house, pray the force went with them; or, just be more risqué
                                                      
We should do, what we’ve always wanted; not worry, where we’ll go, from that gurney
Count on that saying holding true; “IT’S NOT THE DESTINATION, BUT THE JOURNEY”

So now that I am at, the senectitude of my life; I still don’t know its meaning
Was it all about, ******* off my wife; or should have I, helped out with the cleaning

I find a daily snooze, is so very good, any time of day; it does not matter when
Days become much shorter; while the nights, don’t know where you have been

To be “RIGHT” all the time, is absolutely of no benefit; unless, it’s to change your life
Just like, making the truth prevail, is of no avail; if you’re trying to convince your wife

Believe in GOD, if you feel the need; may HIS blessings, forever on you flow
But if not, while on this earth, show only kindness; for your *** is held in escrow

Think of it this way; you do good, you’ll go to heaven; you do bad, you’ll go to hell
But if you do, nothing bad, nor anything good; then in which place should you dwell

Never hold back your thoughts, until you compose your words; before you speak
Your long time partner, will cut in first; and while you’re thinking, they will it critique

“See how I threw in partner here; no gender bias”
“I’m trying to be, androgynous and not too pious”

These days, I don’t get upset, if life goes bad; all things can be forgot or forgiven
Although, I’d just wait; and make **** sure, that first, you’ve gotten even

In the past, things would **** me off; gayety, geniality, sobriety and saying please
“THEY STILL DO”, but now, I must have mellowed; I play along, just so I can tease

I just read, our Prime Minister calls my CPP pension an entitlement..? WELFARE!!
I assumed, “MY MONEY”, was for my retirement; makes me wanna swear

I think I will, swear that is, “******* HARPER”; I worked for it, you just collected it
Now, it’s still mine, isn’t it; so don’t say you’re gifting it to me, you’re full of ****

I discovered, that excessive ***, like excessive alcohol; only ***** up how you think
But, a little *******, and a bit of moderation; prevents your disposition to a shrink

And I never cry, over a little spilled milk anymore; even though, it certainly is a pity
If it bothered me at my age; then I never should have, stopped ******* on that *****

I learned this as well, that all politicians are not bad; but, all of them are greedy
They’re honest, until they discover all their benefits; then, they think they’re needy

As a doyen, I don’t have much to say, on the abuse of ***; or other drugs of choice
It’s only when the pharmacist, won’t fill my prescriptions; that I will raise my voice

Life is hard, and I have tried, to keep up in the race; the world wouldn’t stop and wait
But, I didn’t jump off, cause I’d fall into space; and there, my life would have no weight

Remember also, “the FAD, the BAD, the SAD, and the MAD” each will have their turn
But in life, you must keep smiling, no matter what; “LIVE, LOVE, LAUGH, and LEARN”

Everything will come full circle, both the good and the bad; as I’ve always said
Nothing on this earth is, “WORTH AS MUCH” or “MEANS AS MUCH”, after we are dead
BOEMS BY JA 383                                                     25-02-2015

JOKES
If it’s a joke, I will laugh
Every single time
Unlike those, who will not
Laugh at any time

This only proves, they are conscious
Of the words then being used
While disregarding the intent
Of the message being mused

It’s a tease, expressed in fun
Without malice or concern
Not to hurt someone
But to laughter earn
WIZDUMBs BY JA 406                     15-09-2014

*** is like a game of bridge
How you play is jointly planned
But, if your partner isn’t reliable
You must count, on a good hand

DISCLAIMER

My partner in bridge
Can be a women or a man
My partner in ***
Also can
But,  for self gratification
We each, must use our own hand
WIZDUMBs BY JA 628          



P.S. for QTWABoOty -your one directional conversation, only leaves you talking to yourself. Do you really like yourself that much.

You should not regret
What you have done, badly
Those, are just mistakes

But

You should regret
What you haven't done, sadly
Those, become heartaches
WIZDUMBs BY JA 583                   06-07-2015

Sometimes I think
And wonder why
Birds must ****
When they fly

Why autumn leaves
Those colors make
But then fall off
So we must rake

Why is water
Always level
And why did God
Create the devil

Why do dogs
Lick their *****
Then lick their master
When he calls

Why do boys
Wear pants so low
That their **** cheeks
Have to show

Why do we
Need to grow up
Why use a glass
And not a cup

Why girls when happy
Sometimes cry
And fish live wet
But never dry

Why do hockey players
Always spit
And why’s a pimple
Called a zit

Why contented cats
Always purr
And then throw up
That ball of fur

Why feed the grass
To make it grow
And when it does
We have to mow

Why does ****
Stick in your hair
And why do will knots
Form down there

Why dogs we own
Our life will guard
But then they ****
In our yard

Sometimes I just
Sit and think
Why do farts
Have to stink

How do cows
Make milk from grass
And why do hemorrhoids
Pop out your ***

Why do humans
Together throng
But then they can’t
Get along

Why do chickens
Never ****
And why do Boems
Rhyme like this

Why tell us all
We are brothers
When we are born
With different colors

Why bird **** falling
From the sky
Never hits
The other guy

Why flowers bloom
If we take care
But weeds just grow
Everywhere

Why leaves fall off
But not the bark
Did insects come
From Noah’s arc

Do all predictions
Come to pass
Do chicken eggs
Come out their ***

Why do snots  
Grow in your nose
And why do I
These questions pose                
BOEMS BY JA 87                      12-10-2012

A kiss and a hug
Or a nice warm embrace
Will always put
A smile on your face
                                                  
So, just for the feeling
That from it we’ve gotten
We should all do it
A little more often
WIZDUMBs BY JA 212               05-08-2013

If you steal my poetry
In part or in whole
You sir or madam
Are a ******* *******

Steal from me once
And I am the dunce
But steal from me twice
And you’ll pay the price
WIZDUMBs BY JA 623                       27-08-2015

Besides

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WIZDUMBs BY JA 236          copyright 20-09-2013


MAY PEACE BE WITH YOU
and your wife