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 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,
In this 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.


Is violence part of our DNA?
It must be, as it will not go away.
It’s just the way it is, sorry to say.
We see violence each and every day.
No matter how hard we hope and we pray,
It looks like violence is here to stay.


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 signs, 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 of this is in our nature,
This fighting is what we do.
It is 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.

No one ever seems to care.
It seems so rare to dare
To think about wrong or right.
Like animals, we just fight.

For 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?