A silver light pierces
the quiet room,
A room of love
where a rose bloom,
Inside a glass
contained to doom,
Waiting for death
which is coming soon.
Yet an ember
approaced the rose,
Leaving traces of smoke
as it drew close,
Burned through glass
like nothing can oppose,
Giving air of hope
to the dying beautiful rose.

Crowded streets,
Marching bands playing beats,
Marching with matching *****,
Is a memory I would never lose.
Viva!

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

I called the lone parrot passing over my head

from the blue
i won't fly to you
it said

forgot the love i gave?

but you made me your slave
to repeat your chosen line
to voice your chosen tune
my life was not mine

so from the blue
i won't ever fly to you

she affirms the parrot escaped

but i know one dull afternoon in March
she let the bird fly away
being too weary of the chosen line.

Sleep seems to elude me.
Late nights or early mornings.
Enough it never is to think.
Even while you dance in my head,
People blur past, focus nowhere else.
Life it seems to slow down.
Enabling me to make memories,
So much longer than they are.
Sleep or awake, I'm in a dream.

Sand
It gets everywhere
Up your nose in your hair
All the little cracks you have
Naughty grains of sand won't stop
Creeping in those tight spots
Rubbing until your skin goes pop
Orrible grains of sand

But then again they came from the beach
Where high days and holidays reach
And ice creams were scoffed all day
As we played in the sand so gay

So I guess grains of sand
I'll cut you some slack
Even though your up my *** crack
Coz the day was so good
Thanks to you
Little grains of sand **** you