Hoosier Poet: 2026

Saturday, March 14, 2026

Gypsy

Gypsy

Waiting for the fight,
Rooting for the Crusader!
Victoria bless...

Friday, March 13, 2026

Interpreting

Interpreting

I dreamt quite a tale,
and figure it is my mind
screaming to be more.

Thursday, March 12, 2026

The Lie

The Lie

Building back better
that's their line, but they only
lined their own pockets.

Wednesday, March 11, 2026

A Find!

A Find!

Twenty miles of rain,

a second hand camera

a gift for my girls.

Tuesday, March 10, 2026

Lodge

Lodge

Memories flood back:
Old faces, names, and events.
I've been gone too long.

Monday, March 9, 2026

A Fall to Applause.

A Fall to Applause

Iran's missiles keep on dropping
With no signs yet that they're stopping,
The Iranians won't relent
now the Iron Dome is failing.

With nothing offered for blocking,
Tel Aviv shaking and rocking,
The sirens have fallen silent,
yet there is plenty of wailing.

As Israel Starts to struggle,
from beneath the Gazan rubble
there is now heard the sound of cheers
with every explosion and burst.

For Israelis are now learning
the pain of their own homes burning,
the pain of loss, and unchecked tears,
as they receive their just desserts.

The West no longer united,
the masses, in fact delighted,
That Israel seems to falter,
and we could be free of their curse.

So they have increased their spending
to keep propagandists spinning,
to splay us upon their altar,
for a few more coins for their purse.

Politicians who have been bought,
blackmailed, or threatened...the whole lot...
panic as the narrative slips,
and the internet does its thing.

They can no longer take delight
in their evil, hidden from sight.
Control no longer in their grips;
their arrogance their undoing.

Vision

Vision

American Folk
Deserve a Jubilee Year
All debts forgiven.

Sunday, March 8, 2026

Outdated

Outdated

They sprung us forward,
Though I have no field to tend,
Sleepy, all for naught...

Saturday, March 7, 2026

Country Lullaby

Country Lullaby

Thunder rocks the house,
Wind and rain sing a duet
Against the tin roof.

Friday, March 6, 2026

Sleep Paralysis

Sleep Paralysis.

Wake. Frozen in place.
Can't move. Can't scream but shadows
dance around in glee.

Thursday, March 5, 2026

Worms on the Blacktop

Worms on the Blacktop

The rain drew them out
like lost souls looking for light
finding only pain.

Wednesday, March 4, 2026

Sorting

Sorting

I woke up feeling heavy,
mentally so, not fat, though I am…
Like I am under water, and the air presses against me,
squeezing,
tightening tighter and tighter…

It doesn’t help that the sun is gone,
behind the clouds,
if it is there at all.
If I am here at all.
Am I still dreaming, you think?

Did the world end?

Was it us?
Was it Israel?

My family is here, so it isn't hell,
But I am here, so it isn't heaven.

Did Cern start up?
Did they rip the fabric again?
Did that weird assed fog I saw yesterday roll in?

The sky doesn’t look right.
I don’t feel right.
If so much is wrong, then I should know…
…right?

A pinch.
A slap.
A cup or two of coffee…

No startling awake scene follows.

I think I exist, so perhaps?

So, heavy as I am,
energy warbled,
and aura off kilter
all around out of sorts,
I face the day.
If it is the day…

Heavy

Heavy

Woke up feeling off,
I can't recall my nightmare,
and yet, it lingers.

Tuesday, March 3, 2026

Dreams

Dreams

Looking at a house,
Old, beautiful, and perfect...
Just out of my reach...

Monday, March 2, 2026

In need of Reprieve

In need of Reprieve

We are exhausted
of lying leaders, their lies,
and their agendas.

Sunday, March 1, 2026

Desperation

Desperation

They will start whole wars
To keep the pedo elite
From standing trial.

Saturday, February 28, 2026

Another Betrayal

Another Betrayal

Trump broke his promise
With his bombing of Iran
All for Israel.

Friday, February 27, 2026

Realize

Realize

Be renewed this day!
You awoke, others did not.
Now, seize what remains!

Thursday, February 26, 2026

Dawn

Dawn

A new sun rises
to bathe our people in light
and new beginnings.

Wednesday, February 25, 2026

Caught off Guard

Caught off guard

Brendan Fraser
On AARPs cover
Makes me feel so old.

Tuesday, February 24, 2026

Unkempt Kingdom

Unkempt Kingdom

When this crown topples
Remember those with badges
Who served it proudly.

Monday, February 23, 2026

Hoosier Weather

Hoosier Weather

Yesterday, a shirt...
This morning: sweater and coat.
Tonight? Who can know?

Sunday, February 22, 2026

Solarium

Solarium

May you and your son
Preserve my health and my life
To serve the great work.

Saturday, February 21, 2026

Rough Draft

Rough Draft

I type out the words,
sentences to paragraphs,
the story is there.

Friday, February 20, 2026

American Way

American Way

Another day bought,
borrowed against tomorrow...
but today is safe.

Thursday, February 19, 2026

The Sacrifice

The Sacrifice.

Andrew Arrested!
A prince served up as a pawn
to spare the others.

Wednesday, February 18, 2026

Hank's End

Hank's End

Today is the day,
the world's end predicted by
Hank Dingle Schrader

Tuesday, February 17, 2026

Another Day

Another Day

Is this from my stress?
Or am I fighting a bug?
Either way, I puke.

Monday, February 16, 2026

“Why are you going to work today, Dad?”
My daughter asked, wiping tears from her eyes.
“Today is supposed to be really bad,
Jimmy says it’s the day everyone dies!”
I kiss her forehead and pull her in close,
“Everything will be alright, my princess!”
I forced a smile, and booped her little nose,
“Don’t you listen to what that Jimmy says,
I won’t be gone long, I’ll be back real soon,
The apocalypse won’t start without me.”
Assured, she skipped away singing a tune,
while I turned away before she could see
the fear on my face as I turned my eyes
to the strange new ships floating in our skies.

Monday Fog

Monday Fog

I, with broken sleep,
and this warm thawing morning,
stumble to a start.

Sunday, February 15, 2026

Sunday Shake

Sunday Shake

Dish washing. Dancing.
Daughter walks in, makes a face,
Then backs out slowly.

Saturday, February 14, 2026

Parentalia

Parentalia

Candles and incense,
Milk, honey, wine, and small cakes
Prayer and memory...

Friday, February 13, 2026

Practice

Practice

A flash of anger,
I note it. I smother it.

Restoring my mind.

Thursday, February 12, 2026

Close Call

Close Call

An old truck pulls out
and dies before it can cross,
I slam on my brakes.

Wednesday, February 11, 2026

Ask yourself

Ask Yourself.

It is said that a man can change his stars,
and can change his path delivered by fate,
that he must simply reach out and take charge
and transform his life into something great.
By sheer will alone, and daily life’s deeds,
no matter the cards he holds in his hand,
he can do more than barely meet his needs,
he can hold prosperity in his command.
So why shouldn’t I try to change my own,
to change the path that I have been walking,
to cast off these chains and aim for the throne,
to ignore the masses and their mocking?
Why should I care for mocking cold and shrill
when not one of their words pays for my bills?

Lost

Lost

Trying to catch up
in a world speeding on by,
full tilt with no breaks.

Tuesday, February 10, 2026

Booking

Booking

In Recent Bookings,
I see a familiar face,
sorrowful and rough.

Monday, February 9, 2026

Focused

Focused

Bounding out of bed,
With purpose and some coffee,
To face down this day!

Sunday, February 8, 2026

Additions

Additions

Such wonderful news!
My focus needs more focus
So I may succeed.

Saturday, February 7, 2026

Saturday Morning

Saturday Morning

Rise before the sun,

Make coffee, write a chapter,

Write and write again...

Friday, February 6, 2026

England

England

I dreamt of England
and put my pen to paper.
Poem coming soon...

Thursday, February 5, 2026

Debt Slavery

Debt Slavery

Borrowing money
against more borrowed money,
a vicious cycle.

Wednesday, February 4, 2026

Workingman's Forecast

Workingman's Forecast

Daddy always said: “When it rains, it pours.”

but I never knew how bad it could be.

When I was young, I guess I just ignored,

did not notice, or it was kept from me,

how rough and tumble the lows are in life

and just how fleeting and precious the highs;

How best laid plans can be derailed by strife

and out of nowhere from clearest blue skies

the rain starts falling with sun shining bright

and sturdy earth becomes a trap of mud…

So, I’ll add this to my Daddy’s insight:

When it rains, it pours. When it pours, it floods.

Though the water may come up to your chin,

keep treading till you find footing again!

Angel

Angel

He flops in the snow,
laughing, swinging arms and legs
to leave an angel.

Tuesday, February 3, 2026

Apathy

Apathy

The sound of crickets
follows the news of horror...
Are we still human?

Monday, February 2, 2026

Justice

Justice

We demand arrests,
and if it all collapses,
we accept that cost.

Sunday, February 1, 2026

Februarius

Februarius

Month of atonement

As the year comes to an end

Reflect and make right.

Saturday, January 31, 2026

The Corrupted.

The Corrupted

The politicians
Should be watched more closely than
Common citizens.

Friday, January 30, 2026

The Working Man's Juggle

One thing to the next,
just catch and throw, catch and throw!
Keep moving...don't think...

Thursday, January 29, 2026

Hope

Though Debt Slavers reign,
National Syndicalism
can save our Nation.

Wednesday, January 28, 2026

Busy

Papers stacked neatly
but high so now they teeter
threatening a spill.

Tuesday, January 27, 2026

Nerves

It comes and it goes,
Like a tide without control
No moon for measure

Keeping Watch

Keeping Watch

“Momma said it was an omen,” Jessy said softly.

“Weren’t no omen, Jessy, just some angry old owl,” Tom replied. “Or maybe a bobcat.”

They sat hunkered down by the fireplace, waiting for their mother to return from their grandfather’s cabin just up the way.

Jessy set about combing and recombing her doll’s hair, and while she was distracted, Tom walked over to the window. He peered out from behind the shabby curtain, hoping to see his momma walking up the footpath, or maybe even Papa coming back.

The only thing he saw was the pale moonlight silhouetting the trees as their boughs swayed gently in the wind, and their leaves shimmering silver with a ripple of each gust like a giant fish circling their cabin in the night.

He almost missed it. It was blending in with the branches of the swaying tree limbs, but it wasn’t moving, and that’s what drew his eye. They looked like a deer’s antlers, but the were too long, too thick, and sat too high.

In fact, they sat atop a head that was nearly double the size of the biggest buck he had ever seen, and it stood a few feet higher than a proper deer should.

He squinted at it, trying to figure out how the tree was making that shape, but the more he stared, the more it seemed to come into focus. It had a human-like shoulder, and an arm…not a leg, but an arm from that shoulder was bent to what looked like a large and very clawed hand that was holding onto the tree.

“Is it out there?”

Tom jumped back and almost tripped over his sister behind him.

“What…You… You can’t sneak up on me like that, Jessy!”

She stared up at him with wide eyes.

“Is the banshee out there?” She whispered.

Jessy tried to ease back the curtain to take her own look

“Ain’t no banshee out there,” Tom shot back pulling the curtain down and trying to nudge her back to the fire. “Weren’t out there when momma said she heard one neither.”

He tried to sound certain, but that…thing…outside made him wonder.

“Then why did momma say to keep a watch out?”

Tom shrugged. “We barred the door. She wants us to watch out for Pa coming back, or if she comes back before Pa so that they aren’t stuck out there all night.”

“Then why hasn’t momma returned?”

“Maybe ol’ buck slipped his tether again, and her and grandad are trying to get him back before she can ride back down. You know what a wanderer he can be up the hill. With all grandad’s horses, he thinks he’s in heaven.”

“Well,” Jessy said slowly. “How come Pa hasn’t come back from hunting?”

“Probably just got a late start back,” Tom said. “It happened last time I went with him. Remember, we didn’t get back till almost midnight!”

Jessy had returned to sit beside the fire. She was quiet, holding her dolly close as she stared into the fire. He thought that he had reassured her until he saw the tell-tale glimmer of a tear sliding down her cheek.

“Listen, Jessy,” he tried. “Pa says Momma still believes in the stuff she grew up with back in the old country. She heard an angry old owl and wanted to go find Grandad to search for Pa since he’s late.”

Jessy nodded, and curled up next to him on the floor, her dolly now serving as her pillow. Tom quietly got up and looked out the window again.

Nothing but darkness with small breaks of moonlight.

He double checked the wooden bar on the door. It was tight and proper.

He walked back to the fire, threw some wood on to keep it burning, and returned to his place on the floor. He kept his face towards the window and the door to keep vigil for his parents, or morning, whichever happened to come first.

***

Monday, January 26, 2026

Monday's Burden

Swerving on the road,
even though I'm at a crawl
Snow be damned: Work calls.

Sunday, January 25, 2026

Snow day

Snow Day

Shovel the driveway
Pile the snow in the yard
Play until Frozen.

Saturday, January 24, 2026

Centerpoint Energy

Centerpoint bastards
Keep offering us band-aids
While still stabbing us.

Friday, January 23, 2026

Crowds

Stores overflowing,
and the shelves stripped almost bare
as people panic

Thursday, January 22, 2026

The message

The Message

Reversed Ten of Wands,
with the upright Eight of Swords...
I have work to do.

Wednesday, January 21, 2026

They act like this is new...

Get your milk and bread!
A winter storm is coming!
It will kill us all!

Tuesday, January 20, 2026

Anyway

Anyway
I look horrible.
Red eyes, hair messed, fat as fuck...
yet, I hit record.

Monday, January 19, 2026

Bottling Memories

Bottling memories

We gathered some dirt
From the places we have lived
Six bottles so far...

Sunday, January 18, 2026

Windows

Windows

High protein lunches
Dinners no later than six
Dreams and Sleep improve...

Saturday, January 17, 2026

A Moment to Breathe

A Moment to Breathe

No pressing matters

Just a coffee and a book

In a comfy chair...

Friday, January 16, 2026

Resolve

Resolve

The numbers mock me.
High, low, never what I need.
So this ends today.

Thursday, January 15, 2026

The Fight

The Fight

Behind the Eightball
struggling to play catch up
but gaining some ground.

Wednesday, January 14, 2026

A Censure to Censors

A Censure to Censors

They speak of banned books with their trembling pleas,
and decry censorship and oppression.
but you’ll see them in local libraries
and book stores, so it must beg the question:
What censorship could they possibly know,
when corporations rally around them,
And their every claim of mirth and woe?
And the media is quick to condemn
anyone who disagrees with their words
so under the threat of losing it all,
silence of dissent is so nearly assured,
keeping on that great work of the cabal…

But should I want to read Rivera’s words,
or buy items with his labor’s logo,
I find my efforts are quickly deterred,
blocked sites and sales, driving me loco.
Shit, no matter the rebranding or name,
or the whimsical slogan or fast quip,
still holds the same look, and smells all the same,
and the same holds true with “Soft” censorship.

For, as he fought against the Communists,
He’s cast in an unfavorable light.
So even though his poetry exists,
far from España, means far from my sight.
So, don’t whine to me in sniveling tone,
for I won’t buy into your deception!
Your claims of censorship are overblown
when your “banned” books have their own sale section!

In the meantime, I will find where I may,
El Ausente’s prose and his poetry,
and hopefully soon, there will come a day
when our people can finally break free
From the eternal foe’s shadow control.
No longer fractured, the West standing whole,
and reclaiming the birthright our foes stole,
and as one, great and free, Cara al sol.

© Jeremy L. Heath, 2026. All rights reserved

The Colonial Long Game

The Colonial Long Game

First Venezuela.
Next Greenland, and then Iceland
Finally: Britain...

Tuesday, January 13, 2026

Leg Day

Leg day

Early wake up call
Lunges, curls, Squats, extensions,
and more...I love it.

Monday, January 12, 2026

Chilly morning

Chilly Morning

Frost covers the yard.

I sip my coffee for warmth,

my son's bus comes late.

Sunday, January 11, 2026

Midnight

Midnight

Slam the closet door,
Bind the handle with a tie,
And hope that this works.

Saturday, January 10, 2026

Night Watch

Night Watch

Static radio,
My flashlight failing, I run.
The darkness gives chase...

Friday, January 9, 2026

Friday Fires

Friday Fires:

Such chaos today!
Nothing under control...yet,
I face it calmly.

Thursday, January 8, 2026

West

West

A spring, ankle deep,
we delay for rest, and fun
we can spare a day

Wednesday, January 7, 2026

Garland

Garland

Slow. One prayer. One bead,
A solitary focus.
Lips and fingers sync...

Tuesday, January 6, 2026

Dream

Dream

Ghost woman, trap doors,
Basement horror, a struggle,
close call, then: Safety!

Folks, the dream that I had last night was as random as it was filled with chaos and action. There were ghosts, criminals and dastardly deeds, rounded off with violence and absurdity...but in the end, there was safety...One day I will have to transcribe it from the dream journal.