Of all the things we yearn for
And all the things we do
Of all the wishes called for
I hope this one comes true

That while we’re still alive
We each our love renew
To prove that we can care about
Everyone and not just the few

So Happy New Year everyone
May your dreams all come true
May you only have good fortune
And may it spread from us, to you
BOEMS by JA 644

Winters always come each year
New years never die
They are born repeatedly since ages
each year we make resolutions
and we promise ourselves

I feel each year
we ought to find solutions
of our man made problems

War and words of sleight
Hate and Racialism
must now remain out of date

New amoralism
Indulgent to barbarism
For past cataclysm

snafu's
cluster fucks
and middle management

ubiquitous throughout history

so, why are we so surprised
(then indignant)
when things go wrong

most of us strive and rise
eventually
to a level of incompentency ourselves
probably causing as much
of the crap as we recieve

yet, our idignation persists
when anything interrupts our personal plans

I'm at a point in my life
where I am more surprised
when things go right

FUBAR

She doesn’t like, my music
She doesn’t like, my songs
She doesn’t like, my boems
And, she doesn’t like, my thongs

She listens not, to my wishes
She listens not, to my plea
She listens not, to my wizdumb
And, she listens not, to me

She tells me, what do
She tells me, what to say
She tells me, when to go
And, she tells me, when to stay

She tells me, when to laugh
And when, to shed a tear
But when she tells me, when to pee
That’s when I say, “YES DEAR”
BOEMS by JA 47

Greatly in love
Have you fallen
With this magot
A blessing from above
You have called it
Yet the sight of its
Place of birth you say
Is the most abominable
On mother earth.
Chichidodo, Oh, Chichidodo!
The elders of Africa have
Asked me to ask you
How, how can your worst
Abomination still be the
Habitation of your nutrition
and even of your inspiration?

Another year merges
into the veil of time
how deep is the curtain
heaven knows
it can never be measured
since millennia gone
till millennia hence
Heavens know
now we also

A Very Happy 2018
Comes ahead of us
again it's abs straight

(Read as 2 0 one 7 to 2 0 one 8)

I don't really care...but

why you be so freaky
metal dripping from your face
blue streaky hair
tats all over the place

we used to rebel with
attitude and mouth
just stated our case
have your arguments gone south

dress up your rhetoric
not just image per se
but then again
clowns don't usually talk
perhaps you've nothing to say

In a place where poets call home
Where their imagination does roam
I find solace from many a grand word
Spoken keys tapped throughout the world

Come talk to me in the coming times
Your words don’t even have to rhyme
I watch each day as you tap away
At the keys your imagination does play

We have for a decade enticed you in
This really is a workshop, let’s begin.
Be not swayed by all the things you see
Write your own pieces, but lazy don’t be

gaggles of babbling
rag-tag matriculants
learn to hunt
red coated meanies
as posters are hung
of anti-blue "scum"
their sacred mission;
to harass and harangue
search and destroy

these once venerable towers
will soon come tumbling down
like the walls of Jericho
crumbling under
marxist rumblings
socialist mumblings
and tenured grumblings
tauting post-modern noise

but unlike Jericho,
and gorgeously ironic
...from within