Why in the world are we here?
Why is there so much to fear?
What causes the laughter?
The death and the hereafter

What causes all the crying?
Why do we need to be flying?
If we are born to be dying
What is the point in trying?

What could be the point of life?
There is always so much strife
Some drop dead in their prime
Just a drop in the ocean of time

Why should we even exist at all?
When we all are bound to fall
Though life may be a mystery
It makes no difference to a tree

Why should we even want to exist?
When gone, we are hardly missed
We have no value, whatsoever
Unless we can exist forever

Life is full of pain and tension
It is beyond our comprehension
We must live, and then must die
All we can do is wonder why


Sick and tired of all the bullshit
There seems to be no end to it
We accept war without a doubt
It seems we cannot go without

Chemical weapons cross the line
Bombs and bullets, those are fine
War must be fought within the rules
We live in a world of folly and fools

On and on we think and we talk
Lucky if we can drink or walk
We kill each other by the score
As we make a business of war

Born into this species so sad
Unable to know all war is bad
Helplessly hoping for the day
All the violence will go away


A rat in a maze, I learned my trail
I go to work, and I check my mail
When the time comes, I always vote
I play the game, don’t rock the boat

I read the headlines as they go by
I accept the norm, though with a sigh
I stop at the stop sign, almost every time
I don’t write it down unless it’s a rhyme

I watch all the news about all the killing
Even though such news is so unfulfilling
Caught in a maze, I was born this way
No more can I do, no more can I say


We came from the sunset
We came from the sea
With two we have a duet
With a trio we have three

Springtime comes upon us all
Then summer comes along
Autumn comes, leaves must fall
Winter will sing its sad song

All the dust and snowflakes
And everything else involved
We must do whatever it takes
To see every problem solved

Every moment we are sleeping
Every moment we are awake
Every moment we are weeping
We are crying for heaven’s sake

Beyond this world, a universe lurks
Beyond the stars and the sun
Whatever happens, somehow works
The infinite parts are all one

(Published by Lone Stars Poetry Magazine February 2017)


The unrest we are seeing
Is of the human kind
Heaven is a state of being
Hell is a state of mind

All this is in our nature
This fighting is what we do
Part of our nomenclature
Genetic, through and through

The animals are restless
The struggle must go on
The violence is relentless
In this world we live upon

As part of our evolution
It goes on again and again
There must be a revolution
Within the minds of men


Poetry that rhymes
May be out of fashion
Unfortunately for me
It is my passion

Just like a king
Must wear his crown
If it does not rhyme
I don’t write it down


When I walk beneath the trees
Upon my skin, the summer breeze
Blows gently, making me feel
The source of life, alive and real

When I see the red, red rose
My eyes believe, my nose knows
More than words can ever say
To explain this beautiful day

As I walk across the grassy lawn
Blue sky paints a canvas of dawn
Birds are chirping a musical sound
The chorus of life is all around

The shades of color, shapes and form
The wind and rain of every storm
What artist could conceive of this?
The ecstasy, the moments of bliss


Many of us are sick and tired
In the way the world is wired
Violence is an epidemic
Systematic and endemic

Nobody seems to care
It seems so rare to dare
To think about wrong or right
Like animals, we just fight

So long we watch and endure
Our willingness is oh so pure
Whatever may come our way
Humankind is here to stay


Two men meet
Walking down the street
Each sees a gun
On the other one

Each becomes frightened
The paranoia is heightened
So each draws a gun
And shoots the other one

Hey diddle diddle
Solve this riddle:
Two men meet
Walking down the street

One has a gun
The other has none
Which one is dangerous?
Which is safer for us?

(Posted in the comments section of The Society of Classical Poets Literary Journal Feb. 21, 2018)