Christians and Muslims all agree,
There will be a judgment day.
If I could ever talk to their God,
Here is one thing I might say:

“In case we do not pass your test,
In the course of the human race;
If we could fail and burn in hell,
Why create us in the first place?”


For breakfast I have a cup of tea,
And a little granola to satisfy me.
For lunch I may have a piece of fruit,
Or maybe a carrot, or some other root.
My dinner depends upon my wife;
Whatever she cooks sustains my life.
When morning comes I am still asleep,
Lost in dreams and in slumber so deep.
It is in the afternoon I start my day,
Thinking about what I may have to say.
I contemplate what it is I might write.
Most of my writing is done at night.
One thing always does come to mind,
Whatever may happen, please be kind.

(Published by Lone Stars Poetry Magazine December 2016)


My dear country, I fear for you
My heart and soul are near to you
The land of the free and of my birth
The last frontier, here upon the earth

(Published by The Society of Classical Poets Literary Journal August 2016)


Here inside the doldrums
Of inhumane humanity,
So many wretched problems,
The only refuge insanity.

Millions of years of torment,
Drifting by as only a day.
Gone away in a mere moment,
All talk and nothing to say.

“Nothing new under the sun,”
Such was written long ago.
Stars burn out, and are done,
The planets come and go.

Soon mankind will not exist,
The heartache will be gone.
What remains will persist
To seek a brand new dawn.


Beyond all comprehension
Beyond all death and birth
Beyond all our perception
Beyond the sun and earth

Beyond the bird that sings
Beyond the wind that blows
Beyond all earthly things
Beyond all anyone knows

Beyond the weeks and days
Beyond the months and years
Beyond all our evil ways
Beyond all thoughts and fears

Beyond all walls and limits
Beyond all leaps and bounds
Beyond all hours and minutes
Beyond all sights and sounds

Beyond seeds we have sewn
Beyond what is seen or heard
Beyond what has been grown
Beyond every human word

Beyond what we perceive
Beyond all which is shown
Beyond what we believe
Beyond all which is known


Praying to change my life today,
Hoping to find some way to pray,
To love my life again some way
And force my doubts to go away.

Sometimes things do not feel right,
As I lay down to sleep at night.
Remove the sadness from my sight
And turn this darkness into light.

Heartache has torn my life asunder.
It makes me lie awake and wonder.
Here beneath the rain and thunder,
I soon will die and go down under.

As closer my dying day is near,
Some things do remain unclear.
I pray to go without much fear.
No tear for a life I hold so dear.

Though I lived only for awhile,
I hope to leave this life in style.
After I travel my very last mile,
I pray to leave here with a smile.


Birth is but an entrance,
We have been here before.
Death is like an exit,
Out through the back door.

Each time we are born,
Everything seems so new,
But like bees in a hive,
We know just what to do.

Could be we all are aliens
That came from inner space,
To occupy these bodies
Within this human race.

The mission is to experience
Each life as an observer.
Just one stop on a trip,
A journey lasting forever.


While I have been here for awhile,
Through it all, I still can smile.
Thinking about where I have been,
No difference between now and then.

History, in endless books of pages,
Is only a moment in all the ages.
As drops of rain go pitter patter,
Every fallen sparrow does matter.

All are one and one is all,
As we hear the animals call.
Different entities all the same.
Living life is one big game.

(Published by The Society of Classical Poets Literary Journal August 6, 2016)


You may need a doctor,
Or you may need a nurse.
Health is but an obstacle
In the physical universe.

You may have to tie your shoes
With the shoestrings in a knot.
One more thing to overcome,
Inside this universal plot.

You may have some ice cream,
Melting all over your hand.
You may have to walk for miles,
Across a dry desert of sand.

You may have to dig a hole
To get to the water below.
You may have to weather rain,
Trudge through drifts of snow.

You may have to fly above
The mountains way up high.
You may go from here to there,
Never stopping to wonder why.

You may have to row a boat,
Or pedal a bike down the street.
You may have to smile and wave
At some of the folks you meet.

You may have to have a job,
Whatever it takes to get by.
You may have a broken heart,
Tears will fall when you cry.

You may have to climb a hill,
Wade barefoot across a creek.
You may have to carry a load,
Even though you may feel weak.

You may have to eat some food
So your body can digest it.
Your body functions as a tube,
Sometimes you may detest it.

You may have to throw a punch,
Fight against your fellow man.
You may even jump and stomp,
All to kick his ass if you can.

You may drop an atom bomb,
Use a gun to blow people away.
It happens often on this planet,
Causing many to hope and pray.

You may have to climb a tree
To obtain a better view.
You may fall from the tree and die
And that will be the end of you.

As you move on down the road,
Remember, it could be worse.
As we find so many obstacles,
In this physical universe.


If you should live too long,
You may just end up dying,
And if you can stay strong,
You may avoid the crying.

What happens on the way,
All of this is up to you.
Whatever you may say,
May all of it ring true.

“Be truthful unto yourself,”
So said some ancient bard.
Put the heartaches on a shelf,
And it may not be so hard.

Start the day with a smile.
There is no need to frown.
Breathe the air for awhile.
Watch the sun shine down.

Feel the warmth of the sun,
Look high into the sky,
And know we all are one.
You are the reason why.