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

I’m running from Old Man Time

Struggling hard to stay ahead

Cause if he catches up with me

I know, that I’ll be dead

BOEMS BY JA 450

GROAN
I must thank you for the praise
That you just sent my way
For it’s not often you reply
Or have something to say

I write these prose as best I can
Providing WIZDUMBs to the masses
Lifting spirits, and warming hearts
To get them, off their *****

Some are good, and others bad
But, I try my best each day
So don’t bemoan, those that I’ve blown
You’ll put my mind in disarray

It does at times, just wander off
Which seems a bit risqué
And other times, that flash of light
Is just an old cliché

So, do not be, so quick to judge
It is mere prose, for Heaven’s sake
And I am but, a poor old man
Who doesn’t need, a headache
BOEMS BY JA 154

A MAN CALLED SHAUN                                
Each morning at six thirty
Arrived a man in white
Pushed his cart, through the door
And then, turned on the light

We could hear him coming
Right from the very start
Because, we heard the jingling
From the tubes, stacked in his cart

Each morning that whole week
He’d rouse us from our sleep
So I planned revenge
On that little creep

I said to roommate Warner
Don’t say a single word
Today’s the day that payback
At last will be incurred

“Good morning Ja” he whispers
“Are you by chance awake”
I pretend I’m fast asleep
Not a single move, I make

“Can I take some blood”
He sounds a bit disturbed
So I just lay there quietly
I’m not the one perturbed

He says “O.K.”
“I’ll do Mr. Warner first”
I’m thinking to myself “That’s great”
“Go ahead and do your worst”

I lay in wait
Till he returned
I hadn’t moved
I hadn’t turned

As he came close
I snored a bit
I knew that he
Was in a snit

“It’s me Shaun again”
“Are you awake”
I thought “Of course I’m not”
“Give me a break”

“Give me your arm”
“This won’t take long”
I thought, “O.K.”
I’ll play along

I extend my arm
He grabs my hand
And on my bicep
Ties a band

“Just a little pinch”
“And then, we’re done”
That’s exactly when
I planned my fun

As the needle pierces me
I scream like *******
He’s taken by surprise
He starts to scream as well

He drops the tubes
And his tray
I’m laughing hard
What can I say

“I’m sorry Ja”
“What did I do”
“To cause this pain”
“Did I hurt you”

I laugh so hard
My stomach hurts
Into our room
The head nurse bursts

“What’s going on”
“Is someone hurt”
“Shaun stuck my arm”
I laugh and blurt

“Now look, old man”
“It’s not allowed”
“To on this ward”
“Be so loud”

“Another outburst”
“Of this sort”
“And I will put you”
“On report”

I’m laughing still
And Warner too
Warner can’t stop
He’s turning blue

The nurse gets mad
“This day you’ll rue”
“It’s the ****** ward”
“For the both of you”

Poor Shaun is lost
Still holds my hand
Proceeds to take
That rubber band

Puts all his things
In his tray
Takes his cart
And walks away

Said not a word
And to his bane
We never did
See Shaun again
BOEMS BY JA 287        
True story. Sadly, my roommate Warren didn’t make it. Written in hospital 2014.

Happiness should be spread
As if it were diseased
Then anyone infected
Would not be sick, but pleased
WIZDUMBs BY JA 282          11-12-2013

In the beginning
There was no form
No light, no image you could see
Just a vast, empty void
A darkness filled, abyss
This immense, aphotic sea
Then from the depths, a crack appeared
And light came bursting thru
The sun explodes, its streaming rays
To warm our earth anew
Awakens all, these wondrous gifts
Existing on our planet
Just like I, aroused in you
The need, to read this Sonnet
BOEMS BY JA 268

People who have beauty
Usually, have all the luck
While people who are smart
Always make a buck

People of importance
Invariably, have the ****
And people with persistence
Seem to have the pluck

But, people that are lazy
We usually call a schmuck
While the rest of us
Well.....no one gives a ****
WIZDUMBs BY JA 682

Now that Easter
Is in the offing
I’ll be searching for
What that bunny’s dropping

In nooks and crannies
He will hide
Those Easter eggs
All nicely dyed

I’ll look around
And try to find
Those eggs that are
Of a chocolate kind

For those dyed eggs
Are not for me
Cause they will stink
Eventually

I don’t search
For them no more
Cause they’re not stamped
Use best before

Those cream filled ones
Are what I seek
So when I crack them
They won’t reek
BOEMS BY JA 36

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

Whether
You fail
Or
You succeed

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

ALWAYS BE CAREFUL IN HOSPITAL                                                
They hooked up nitro
To my arm
At first it caused me
No alarm

So I dozed off
And had a nap
When I woke up
I felt like crap

I looked around
But saw no hand
I wracked my brain
To understand

Then asked the nurse
How this could be
She said Dear Sir
I am sorry

But while you slept
A catastrophe
We still don’t know
The full story

But that nitro drip
That we had loaded
Ran down your arm
And then exploded

But you must have
Some lucky charm
You could have lost
Your ******* arm
BOEMS BY JA 279      
Written in hospital 2014

OPERATIONAL EPIPHANY                            
For a time
I was alone
And I was frozen
To the bone

But then an angel
Spread its wings
Gave me warmth
And all my things

The angel said
Just hold on
We’ll find out
What went wrong

So I waited
Patiently
While it hovered
Over me

Then, a blinding light
Came right at me
I could not look
I could not see

But from the light
A voice came forth
Hello, it said
I’m Doctor North

I’ll be your surgeon
On this day
How would you
Like to pay

We take Visa, MasterCard
Cash or American Express
But, if you have neither one
Then…. may God bless
BOEMS BY JA 269        
Written in hospital 2014

To give up on life
Would be a bereavement
But to live it, to the fullest
Would be, an achievement
WIZDUMBs BY JA 127

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

If
There is life after death
I
Will gladly take
My
Last breathe
But
If it’s going to be
Just
Suffering and pain
From
Which only
The
Devil will gain
Then
I’ll accept on earth
What
I have wrought
And
By all my peers
Just
Be forgot
For
There is no use
In
Going on
If
There will not
Be
Some fun
WIZDUMBs BY JA 691

If it’s me, that they malign
Should it hurt, if I don’t know
If it’s them, that I despise
Does it, on my face then show

If I say I will, but don’t
Should it bother me inside
Does it matter if I care
If my pleas have been denied

If I’m feeling all alone
Would I feel better, if ignored
If I confess to you my sins
Will my conscience by restored

Should I tell you that I love you
If my heart tells me I don’t
Should I commit my life to you
If I know that yours, you won’t
BOEMS BY JA 540

NURSE KRACHET                                                    
I’m scared to speak too loud
So I’ll whisper, just in case
That nasty nurse Miss Krachet
Comes in and shows her face

She’s quite a nasty woman
And looks just like a witch
Her face and nose both posses
This long and gnarly stitch

She walks around limping
Unsupported by a broom
She has this air about her
Must think she’s Heidi Klum

I asked her for my *****
When I once had to ***
She said, get it yourself
You won’t get it from me

But I’m confined to bed, I said
So I can’t go nowhere
She said, ******* old man
And that’s no lie, I swear

When she left, I asked my roomy
To get me that pissy ***
I had waited for so long
I had to **** a lot

I filled it up, right to the top
The next move quite the chore
Since I couldn’t bend or stretch too far
I barely made the floor

As time went by, I forgot
Where that ***, now rested
So when nurse Krachet, walked right in
Her anger, soon was tested

Up to my bed, she sauntered
Thus did not see the spot
Where I had put that silly thing
Until she kicked that ***

It all splashed out, on her foot
The floor, her socks and shoes
And then her face, turned bright red
Which did, just me amuse

I marveled at how nicely
Things sometimes turn out
She got herself, all ****** on
But didn’t even shout

Since then I’m keeping quiet
My mouth closed really tight
I don’t want her to come around
And get into a fight

So I’m holding, everything I have
Remembering what she said
And hoping that her shift will end
Before I **** my bed

My bowels will soon let loose
So I’m praying to high heaven
Now that it’s, six fifty nine
Her shift will end, at seven
BOEMS BY JA 280        
Written in hospital 2014

Nights now forgotten
Passion that grew
Embraces we shared
Between me and you

Time that we wasted
While love was still new
Grew old and just faded
For me and you

Words we had spoken
Back then, they were true
Tossed by the wayside
By me and you

Dreams now lay broken
Shared by us two
No longer together
Not me and you

Promises made
If only we knew
Would not last forever
Like me and you
BOEMS BY JA 423

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.

Living a long and happy life
May bring us, a good feeling
But, it’s what we’ve done with it
That really, gives it meaning
WIZDUMBs BY JA 7

Love,
           does never die
But,
           like the setting sun
It,
           slowly sets and fades
Then,
            it just moves on

WIZDUMBs BY JA 608                 06-08-2015

Humanities premise
Is a births promise
So  
When passions ache
Our dreams awake
And  
As youth unfolds
Our love beholds
So
As hearts break  
Our fears awake
And
Our age degrades  
As beauty fades
So  
As the time flies
Our life dies
And
The spirit lives
As God forgives
So
The new dawn  
And we live on
BOEMS BY JA 584

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

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

DAY ONE- MINUS THREE                                        
It’s now day one, to minus three
Stuck up in this, proverbial tree
Just hanging on, for dear life
Not knowing what’s to be

I try to not, share my thoughts
With family or my friends
I hide them deep, within my heart
Until, this ordeal ends

That way I seem, unafraid
So brave without a care
I keep them under lock and key
And to speak them, do not dare
BOEMS BY JA 282
        
Three days till the heart operation 2014

Living inside each of us                                                
Is a greater poet, than are we                                        
In our minds, with such visions                                        
We cannot educe, for our eyes to see                                    

In our heads, their grandiose thoughts                                  
Are those, we could never speak                                            
Wondrous dreams with miraculous ideals                                
Which mere mortals, would never seek                                        

Such passion and emotions                                                
That our hearts, dare never feel                                              
And so remain, unexpressed, imagined                                      
Or, could they all be real
BOEMS BY JA 571

One day, my wife
Gave me a kiss
So I asked her why
Now why is this

She said that she
Felt bad for me
So I quizzed her, what
What can it be

She said it’s just
Because you see
I’m real cute
And you’re, ugly

Oh, I’m only joking, she sighed            
Don’t get yourself all riled                        
And as she turned and walked away
She winked, and then she smiled              
BOEMS BY JA 48

Fathers, like the trunk
Of every single tree
Are the strength
For each family

They take the weight
Of branching out
And keep each branch
Anchored throughout

Although their leaves
May wilt and fall
They stand *****
Supporting all

So as each branch
Grows its offshoots
They know they came
From Fathers roots
BOEMS BY JA 401

Life, is like a bucking bronco
Throwing you a curve, at every turn
But without those, up’s and down’s it gives
How would we, ever learn
WIZDUMBs BY JA 11

I CAN’T
I can see you are in pain
But I can’t feel it
I can sense you are in misery
But I can’t relieve it

I can listen to your fears
But I can’t protect you
I believe you’re reaching out
But I can’t embrace you

I can ask you not to cry
But I can’t dry your tears
I can offer you advice
But you’re wiser than your years

I can say I love you
But I can’t mean it
I would plead to save your life
But I can’t save it

I could touch all of your scars
But I can’t heal their reason
I can only wish I could
Release you from your prison
BOEMS BY JA 412           12-08-2015

BE AWARE YOU HAVE AT LEAST TOUCHED SOMEONE

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

FIXED                                                                        
T’was not the winter
Of my discontent
But rather one
Of wonderment

They stopped my heartbeat
So I was dead
But then replaced it
With a new beat instead

My life was saved
And now extended
My heart was broke
But now is mended
BOEMS BY JA 294          copyright 02-04-2014
Written in hospital 2014
                                                     THE OPERATION AND REHAB
                                                      WERE A GREAT SUCCESS
                                                     THANKS FOR READING
                                                      AND MAY GOD BLESS
                                                      The end

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

These words contain no wisdom
No prophetic verse of bliss

It’s just a thought I had
And its meaning goes like this

Get your life together
Or you will be remiss

For you are here to taste this life
And not to it dismiss

All the good and the bad
You should savour like a lovers kiss

So give thanks, that you were blessed
And this life, you did not miss
WIZDUMBs BY JA 685

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

WIZDUMBs BY JA 629

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

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

HOSPITAL IRREGULARITY                                                                                            
While I’m here, in hospital
I have lots of time to think
Trouble is I’m constipated
And only **** and stink                                                                         b

They gave me this emulsion
Which I was told to drink
It made my stomach turn
Took my ******* to the brink

I rushed to make the toilet
That place where doggies drink
As I got there, it exploded
Even got some on my ****

My nurse came running over
She said, you rotten fink
Just before she gagged
And threw up in the sink
BOEMS BY JA 278          
Written in hospital 2014

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

WIZDUMBs BY JA is a wholly owned subsidiary of JA-STA MINUTE INC. The WIZDUMBs BY JA logo and made-marks are the property of his wife who wholly owns him and everything else.
WIZDUMBs BY JA 236          copyright 20-09-2013


MAY PEACE BE WITH YOU
and your wife

THE COLLECTOR                                                                                                  
Hello!  My name is Azrael

I wield no sword, I swing no scythe
I bring no death, I take no life

My only purpose, collecting souls, and to them guide
To their rightful place, where they will then reside

I come to do a task, that still
Confronts you all and always will

There is no reason, why I come
No great plan, no rule of thumb

I just appear and do my deed
There is no list, from which I read

No names are called, no judgement made
No restrictions placed, no homage paid

It makes no difference, young or old
Sick or healthy, shy or bold

I dispense no blame or fright
I walk among you, day or night

My sweep is wide, my path is straight
I do not hide, or lay in wait

In the end, I take you all
And over each, I spread my pall

I wear no hood, nor wield a scythe
I guide your end, to your new life

I from your body, take your soul
But, I do not, your sins annul

Some with ease, take this extraction
While others have, a pained reaction

I assist you only, to a certain place
That good or bad, you then must face

My work is done, once you are there
It’s not for me, to judge or care

I follow the course, in life you laid
That now in death, your journey’s made
BOEMS BY JA 289          
Written in hospital 2014

You only need light
To see in the dark
Perform a kind deed
To leave your mark
But you need, a lot of dirt
To dig a hole

You only need food
When you are hungry
Ask for advice
When in a quandary
But you needn’t, throw any dirt
To reach your goal

You only need water
When you are thirsty
Put away your ego
To have some modesty
But you must, wash away your dirt
For your sins, to annul

You don’t need to worry
About life after death
Don’t rush to the end
Stop, take a breath
Because, you mustn’t have, any dirt
To save your soul
BOEMS BY JA 207

I guess I was mistaken with all the name changes. Apparently she was Hello Ginger then changed to Virtual Insanity and now to VI so when I went to VI to check, there were no poems and no following just followers and I did not recognize the name. I've been spooked out twice before so assumed it was them again. My apologies to all concerned.

THE I.C.U. SMART BED                                        
In the intensive care unit
I got my first, Smart Bed
Worth sixty thousand dollars
At least that’s what they said

This bed could move
This bed could talk
This bed could sing
This bed could rock

It was so advanced
It dispensed my medications
Displayed all my vitals
And their fluctuations

If I hummed a tune
I don’t know how it guessed
But it would always, somehow
The right song, finesse

This made me apprehensive
To myself express
For even if I sneezed
It would say, “God Bless”

It could measure temperature
And also what you weigh
Give you, a heads up
And the time of day

It could tilt and lift
Had settings to vibrate
And each of those vibrations
It could modulate

If I couldn’t sleep
Or if I tossed and turned
It would start to rock me
This at night I learned

To get into a rhythm
Became the nightly trick
Cause if you weren’t in sync
You would get sea sick

And waking up
Became a rousing charm
First the soft, sweet music
Then that ******* alarm

If I was sad
It read my mood
Then cheered me up
Dispensed snack food

And if by chance
I blew a ****
It printed out
An air flow chart

The mattress was
Just full of air
With all these pockets
Everywhere

If I sat down
It receded
Then puffed back up
As I needed

For with a move
Of any sort
It was right there
To give support

And when I lay
But did not move
It seemed to fill
My every groove

So when I sat
To have my snack
It spread my cheeks
Then filled my crack

But when I had to poo
A hole would open up
Just big enough in size
For my **** to drop

When I was done my movement
It gently washed and dried
Quite the nice experience
I really was surprised

But, my biggest thrill
Was when I had to ***
Oh, what it could do for women
If it so pleasured me

This suction tube extended
And did my prostrate meet
Then, attached right to it
Like a Bovines ****

It ****** out all the *****
Now that was quite a trip
And then it took a pause
Awaiting that last drip

So, I was quite upset
When, they rudely me dispatched
For I was by then, to it
Very much attached

But, before I left that room
I cannot tell a lie
I gave my bed a hug
And it told me “Goodbye”
BOEMS BY JA 273        
Written in hospital 2014

I had a thought        
The other day
About the things
We do and say

From vicious words
To words of praise
Our acts of love
To our malaise

Why, we as humans
Have such extremes
From mass destruction
To building dreams
BOEMS BY JA 196          copyright 27-08-2013           sfD

ABOUT ME                                                        
I’m sitting here in this bed
Doing things, that I dread
With all these nurses, round me

I can’t seem to, get ahead
They just make me, lay in bed
And do things, which confound me

I must ***, in a jar
For number two, can’t go far
And the food, it just astounds me

I have wires, here and there
Gadgets hanging everywhere
And all these tubes, surround me

Ticking machines, which blink and beep
But never seem, to go to sleep
They put them here, to hound me

But, I’ll stick it out
Without a doubt
Even if, it kills me
BOEMS BY JA 274        
Written in hospital 2014

In life or in love
With friends or with kin
It’s never, what you take out
It’s always, what you put in
WIZDUMBs BY JA 504

I had a dream, of days gone by
Misread my dream, as living
Back then it had, all gone awry
And thus perceived, as not forgiving

I was naive and unafraid
Those many chances, I then wasted
My life’s debts, not yet repaid
So then, remorse had tasted

I dreamed this dream, bred by guilt
Of choices flawed, of times I erred
And each offence, on me engraved
Till now my soul, I’ve bared

Those visions struck, in the night
Each wrong, as loud as thunder
And dreams of mine, so torn apart
Those youthful whims, my blunder

Thus, I exposed my heart and soul
For all the world to see
In hopes my sins, soaked in my tears
Would flow, like a river, out to sea

But such distress, gave no forgiveness
Brought not, my sorrows end
It was the penance, I had to pay
So that my life, could mend

Still, while I dreamed, it seemed to me
Some years did come together
Yet others could not, last, nor be
Like storms, I could not weather

I had this dream, how it had been
So different, from the one I’m living
Misunderstood, my dream it seems
Found life, was more forgiving
BOEMS BY JA 233           10-12-2013

MEASURING VITALS                                  
They checked my nerves
For too much stress
But only found
A garbled mess

So hooked up wires
To my brain
But no signal
Could attain

Then they wired
Up my chest
But found the signal
Not the best

So to my fingers
And my toes
But no signal
Came from those

The doc got mad
And said at last
Stick them up
His ******* ***

When they did that
It did me irk
But, made their signal
Start to work
BOEMS BY JA 270          
Written in hospital 2014

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

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