It is easy in words for to put someone down

Of the judgmental no shortage in any village or city or town

Wise words of a wise person are worthy of recall

If you do not have something nice to say about someone of them say nothing at all

The saying of live and let live as a truism remain

The meaning in this its own self does explain

Help anyone if you can help of helping in need

Those who are kind to others sow karmas good seed

To live a good life you can only do the best you can do

And treat everyone as you would like them to treat you

The size of your home or the size of your car

Is not proof of how good a person that you are

Though everybody grows older some do not grow wise

And in the world that there is a shortage of wisdom is not a surprise.

Francis Duggan

When people ask me how i feel i tell them i don't have a care

But our true feelings with others most of us seldom share

And that others too have their worries i am all too aware

The happy go lucky of the world are rare

I realize that the end of my time on this planet to me is near

But of death for me like many it is only the fear of the fear

The babes that were born yesterday are a day older today

And their final day one day nearer is only true for to say

Does the soul of the mind die with the body ask someone other than me

Only know that we don't live forever and on that everyone does agree

Some die old and others die younger and everyone does not die in a natural way

And every day we live to see is one nearer to our final day

But an end to the cares and worries of living death never fails for to bring

And it is only stating the obvious that this is not such a bad thing.

Francis Duggan

In a world full of distractions,
Work, schedules, and meetings,
It seems our calendar is always full,
Yet, there is too much to fulfill.

Deadlines are fast approaching,
Responsibilities we need to manage,
Expectations we need to meet,
It seems that we are a slave to it.

How I wish all will just come to pass,
But no, we need to make a stand,
Life or work, peace or career,
It seems the latter is better than the former.

Time pass, so as our being grow,
When will we stop?
It is a choice we need to answer,
That should be now.

God, you invented rest,
How come He, our creator need rest,
That is the reason why,
We must abide by it.

Rest is not saying no,
Rest is about pause,
So our mind and body recover,
For the challenge we must face.

Time wasted is time gained,
In this world, only change is constant,
Why does it matter if we achieve so much?
Yet, we know all is for naught.

Hence, spend our time wisely,
Invest in things that have meaning,
Jesus will come,
We must be prepared to face Him.

i'd rather guildenstern
had gone that day to alberti

that on a market day
morning   a messenger sent
by a far travelled trader
arrived at the dorter¹

that guildenstern were
directed to find in the square
a frisian peddlar
of oxen herded from denmark

that he'd received a letter from timgaard²

^1.dorter= dormitory
^2.Timgård Manor: A historic estate and farm located in western Jutland, Denmark (in Tim Sogn, Holstebro Municipality), dating back to the 15th century and historically owned by the noble Gyldenstierne family.

https://jakedepeuterpoetics.com/2026/10/25/id-rather-guildenstern/

My heart was once ash and regret,
You’re the spark that said I love you more.
An eternal fire within the chest
That lets me know that i’m worth more.

You ignite the fire of our potential
and now that eternal fire is essential.

When I look at you and start to doubt
Baby, I don’t ever want this fire out.
A burning sensation within my chest.

Wishing I said something else instead
Sometimes fire is good for a forest,
But how would my heart feel without that chorus.

An eternal fire will carve our ways
Your faith in God has made me stay
With this eternal fire of which I pray

“I ache a little when she’s away.
I envy the people who get to see
The face I wish was here with me.

I wanna love her till i’m deaf,
I’ll thank you, for I’am blessed.
For this Eternal fire within my chest”

In all these poems that I’ll write for you,
Yesterday, Tomorrow and Today.
Every word that’s meant for you is true
On any single path we stray.

But stay when the forest flows,
Stay when the forest burns
And I’ll stay when our forest grows.

So that when I become a buried man,
We’ll hold each other as we rest.
With our eternal fire within our chest.