Just Poems

JUST RIGHT, In Two Parts

College Before Family, 1982
My pen just writes
My dog just bites
My wife just fights
And I just might
Decide everything’s alright.

Empty Nest, 2025
Life didn’t quite yield that plight
Because the pen barely writes
The pups play fight
The kids had height
Were polite
And actually bright
The wife’s a delight
Most days and nights
My life might be trite,
And I’m good with this slight rewrite.

Today, we're watching America fall, just as Rome fell

Today, we're watching America fall, just as Rome fell.
Democrats and Republicans have marched us straight into hell.

And just as Jesus, in predicting the End Times, did say ~
this will all happen before the current generation passes away.

As nations rise against nations, and America squanders its laurel wreath,
there will be much weeping and gnashing of teeth.

My uninvited guest

What if one day the death comes knocking at my door uninvited,
What if it's my last day to see my loved smiling,
What will happen to the list of places I wrote, where I wanted to explore,
What will happen to my bucket list , the long drive midnight,

What will happen to my dreams , the hard

Just Don’t Take My High

Take my name!
It’s twisted connotations left me long ago.
Take my clothes!
They move on my body like tides of the moon
hanging in hollow spots filled by promises forgotten long ago.
Take my money!
The dirtiest thing man has ever invented! Paper bills touched by power and sickness all at once. 
Take my time! 
Filthy hours strung together like

Just Hold On

In the crucible of life, where dreams are forged and tested,
A paradoxical truth abides, that sometimes we must let go,
To resurrect anew, like phoenixes from the ashes born,
Our prayers, like seeds sown in the earth, take time to germinate and dawn.

The responses we seek, though delayed, will arrive in perfect time,
For in the celestial clockwork,

Just Livin' Life

Living life indulging in the joys of just whatever.
Living life idly inhaling burnt sacred plant matter.
Living life cohabiting in no more than a sort of shelter.

The Benefit of Dreams

(“Something from Nothing”, 2024, original encaustic)

The Benefit of Dreams

The benefit of dreams are many
They literally allow us to meet 
The woman, or man, of our dreams,
Meet and even live a lifetime with.
Same goes for dream house, car, and job
Children and pets.
They allow us to experience the unimaginable
And unattainable,
And even sometimes force us to taste
True terror

You just can’t think of anything fun to do

You just can’t think of anything fun to do

I am dying- me

You are not dying I would know-also me

I am sure my heart beats are slowing-me

Have you been counting them-another me

Stop winding us up- me and also me to another me

I have tingles in my left hand-me

Well we have been lying on that arm for

Just One More

One thousand poems, together one song
Plus one poem extra in case I was wrong 
Well now this is two so one thousand and two
These poems were always and only for you
My someday-forever-girl dream I you'll be
There's no way to number what's inside of me
More words, songs, and bookmarks, here's only the start
There's no final song

Just straight knees

Sundays and Mondays
The identical teacup
The same sunrays
No shades of gestures
No laughter
To react to the stir 
From the slightly 
open window 
Only the threat 
From the scriptural gates 
Submerge the vessel
Into the ocean
Avoid the slip
Remove the bees
Just straightened knees
And the tranquil sea

  _________________

25 August 2025

Just Three

Three more hours
to sleep
unopposed

Three more hours
from verses
supposed

Three more hours
of quiet
and peace

Three more hours
my dreams 
to appease

Three more hours
where time
has been screened

Three more hours
to live
in between

Three more hours
not hither
or yon

Three more hours
a reckoning
— dawn

(Dreamsleep: August, 2025)
 

I AM JUST A VOICE

I am only a voice
not the loudest in the crowd
not the softest either
but steady enough to be heard.

Shape me into fire
a rising sun on darkened streets
so I can burn through hatred
so I can light the cracks of racism.

I am just a sound
the trembling roar of a cub
but let me grow into a lion
so I can

just can't have one

.

               never stop'd like'n
                       sundry
              

The kiss is not just silent

The kiss is not just silent
           it is nonexistent,
                     like the womb
             

The Earth Is Just One Prison

At first we hid in our human shells,
Frail lanterns flickering in the dark,
A few still slipped through unseen doors,
Wings beating toward a brighter mark.

But soon the skies were sealed with stone,
The stars withdrew their silver keys,
We found ourselves confined to earth,
Like birds in branches without leaves.

Mars once bloomed with rivers clear,
Venus sang in a golden

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