Some people
Are just annoying

Stop asking "How I am doing"

No one ever knows how

Why ask the same question
When the answer
Is always the same

Some people
Are very obnoxious

Appear here
Reappear there

No work is done
I am not seeking fame

Or claiming credit

When the end comes
For America

I'll be standing on some
Trail somewhere

And in those final hours
I'll dream of meeting
A kind and caring woman

And if she does not come

So be it I suppose
I'll sit on a stump
And eat my granola bar

Somewhere secluded
The cool mountain air
Feels wonderful

The Ataman of the Cossacks
Or the "Father of the horsemen"
I imagine him to be a good man
Proud of his heritage
And leader of his people

The wealthier Cossacks
Fought for the White army
Some of the poorer ones
Fought for the Red army

During the Russian Civil War
Their territory was divided up
They were viewed
As a potential threat
To the new regime

During 1919 and 1920
The Bolshevik regime
Killed of deported
300,000 to 500.000 Cossacks

During World War II
Most fought for the Soviet Union

While others sought to
Settle old scores
By collaborating with the Germans

*** 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.

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

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

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.

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

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

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