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The Cosmos

 

 

Following were published in Poetry 24

 

Monday July 31. 2018

 

Driving to the End of the World

 

Driving to the end of the world

The end times approach

 

Driving through the smoke filled air

North of Mt Shasta

Heart of bigfoot country

 

End of the world images

Fill my head with dismal

end of the world visions

the apocalypse is upon us

 

The wicked evil as hell

blood red sun

Leers at me with an evil grin

 

Screaming at me

What fools these mortals be

 

Global climate change

Is as real as the smoky fires

That Burn and burn and burn

 

As our leaders turn turn turn away

They Can’t handle the truth

They will sacrifice all life on earth

 

So the oil and coal barons

The so called masters of the universe

Can make their obscene profits

Sending the rest  of us to hell

 

 

Tuesday, 2 January 2018

Merry Christmas from your friends at AT&T

Sometimes I wonder

 

About the morality of the corporate giants

 

That rule our world

 

 

On the day before Christmas

 

AT and T received a huge Christmas gift

 

From the President of the United States

 

 

The biggest tax cut in U.S. History

 

And the President proclaimed

 

That it would unleash jobs jobs jobs

 

 

Apparently, ATT never got the memo

 

And they announced thousands of layoffs

 

The day before Christmas

 

 

A true PR nightmare

 

That could have been avoided

 

They could have waited two weeks

 

And announced their restructuring plan

 

After the New Years

 

 

But no they decided to show the world

 

Their true colors

 

Heartless soulless monsters

 

Who don’t give a damn

 

About their workers, their customers

 

Or their employees

 

 

And certainly are not Christians

 

Though I am sure that they think

 

They are doing what Jesus would

 

 

All they care about

 

Is feathering their own pockets

 

 

Is it any wonder

 

That Americans hate the big corporations

 

That rule us like ancient emperors?

 

 

And will they fade away

 

Into the dustbin of history

 

One can only pray

 

For such a Christmas miracle

 

© Jake Aller

 

AT&T ANNOUNCES THOUSANDS OF LAYOFFS, FIRINGS JUST IN TIME FOR CHRISTMAS

 

John (“Jake”) Cosmos Aller is a novelist, poet and former Foreign Service officer. He served 27 years with the U.S. State Department, in ten countries. An aspiring novelist for several years, he has completed four novels, and has published his poetry and fiction in over 25 literary journals. Jake grew up in Berkeley, California.

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Friday, 10 November 2017

It’s a Gun Situation, Mr President

Mr. President

You are wrong once again.

You said that the tragic events in Texas

And Las Vegas were not “gun situations”

But rather, were mental health problems

 

And that in Texas if there had been gun controls

Perhaps fewer people would have died

 

Mr. President

I know you a smart man,

The smartest man in the world

According to you

 

So please contemplate this fact:

According to the latest findings,

It is a gun situation

 

In fact, the reason the U.S.

Has so many gun deaths

Is because we have so many guns,

45% of the worlds guns in fact

 

And 33 percent of the world’s shooters

Are Americans killing other Americans

 

And most of them, the majority of them,

Are White People killing other people

Not murdering terrorists.

Most are in fact,
Out-of-control citizens.

 

So Mr. President

When will you come to your senses

 

And do what 90 percent of the public wants,

Enact nation wide effective gun controls?

 

And tell the NRA

they can take their blood money elsewhere

 

When, Mr. President

When will you act

When will you take charge

 

And become a President of the people

Instead of the President of the NRA?

 

© Jake Aller

 

What Explains U.S. Mass Shootings? International Comparisons Suggest an Answer

 

John (“Jake”) Cosmos Aller is a novelist, poet and former Foreign Service officer. He served 27 years with the U.S. State Department, in ten countries. An aspiring novelist for several years, he has completed four novels, and has published his poetry and fiction in over 25 literary journals. Jake grew up in Berkeley, California.

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Thursday, 12 October 2017

When will this Madness end?

Yet again we turn on the TV

And witness horrible scenes

Of unparalleled violence, hatred, and despair

 

An old man consumed by his own demons

Opens fire from a hotel room

Killing 58 people injuring hundreds

In Las Vegas, Sin City

 

And the cry goes out throughout the land

Why yet again this tragedy?

 

The usual suspects are rounded up

It’s the culture, stupid, cry the conservative voices

 

Guns are the price of our freedom

Guns Don’t Kill People

The only solution is more guns for everyone

 

The only solution for a bad guy with a gun

Is a good guy with a gun

An armed society is a polite society

 

No, it’s the guns, cry the liberal pundits

We must confiscate the guns

Ban Assault weapons

And join the rest of the world

Where such carnage does not occur

 

And we sit around and argue

Knowing that there will be a next time

And another time and time and time again

Until the end of time

 

What is the sickness in our souls

That allows for this hatred to fester so

Deep within the minds of our killers

 

Nothing will change

Until we confront the evil

That lurks deep within each of us

 

There will be another Las Vegas

Soon enough

 

© Jake Aller

 

Families across 14 states unite in grief after Las Vegas shooting

 

John (“Jake”) Cosmos Aller is a novelist, poet and former Foreign Service officer. He served 27 years with the U.S. State Department, in ten countries. An aspiring novelist for several years, he has completed four novels, and has published his poetry and fiction in over 25 literary journals. Jake grew up in Berkeley, California.

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Saturday, 7 October 2017

Donald Trump, Our Great Compassionate Dear Leader

As an elderly man falls

In front of him

During a charity dinner event

Hitting his head bleeding out

 

Quote the MAGA Donald Trump our future dear leader

 

“It is disgusting. I mean the guy was bleeding

all over the nice marble floor”

 

Donald Trump the self-proclaimed

saviour of the nation

Could not be bothered to lift a finger

 

“Thank God for the marines who took out the garbage

But they left a mess on the nice marble floor

And ruined their nice uniforms”

and disrupted a fine dinner

 

Did he call the grieving family the next day

Of course not

Quote the Great Leader, the Donald

“I forgot to call.” That is not his thing at all

 

And still, I wonder

How such a disgusting excuse

For a human being became

The leader of the greatest nation

On earth

 

And what it means for the future

Is it proof that we are doomed

That America is in the final stage

Of terminal decline?

 

Or will Americans take

out the garbage

From the white house?

 

© Jake Aller

 

The Time Donald Trump Turned Away in Disgust While a Man Was Bleeding to Death in Front of Him

 

John (“Jake”) Cosmos Aller is a novelist, poet and former Foreign Service officer. He served 27 years with the U.S. State Department, in ten countries. An aspiring novelist for several years, he has completed four novels, and has published his poetry and fiction in over 25 literary journals. Jake grew up in Berkeley, California.

 

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Fake Things

Fake Things

 

There are so many fake things in the world these days.  Here are some of my poetic observations regarding the proliferation of fake things in the modern world.  There are a few true things in the world still.  But the fake things, the fraudulent things are spreading all over the world like a malignant out of control invasive species, a mental meme of fakery covering the whole world sucking the life out of the world.

Enjoy these poetic rants.

Jake Aller

Fake Gods

Every day

There is another outrageous statement

From this preacher or that preacher

 

Saying that God spoke to them

And told them that Trump

 

Was anointed by God himself

And would bring us all to the promised land

 

Well I hate to bring it up

But felt that I must

 

If God exists

And is all powerful

 

Why would he waste his time

Talking to these idiot preachers?

 

And why would he anoint Trump

The most ungodly of all politicians

How do these preachers know

It is God calling

 

Or perhaps it is a fake God

I mean why not?

 

In this age of fake age, fake asses, fake angels, fake artists, fake booze, fake boobs, fake calls, fake card games, fake casinos, fake clothes, fake computer programs, fake computer games, fake coffee, fake devils, fake doctors, fake drugs, fake eyes, fake faces, fake falls during the world cup, fake fish, fake food, fake friends, fake Gods, fake games, fake hair, fake judges, fake lawyers, fake live celebrities on TV, fake legs, fake lotto tickets, fake hearts, fake languages, fake love, fake meat, fake minds, fake ministers, fake names, fake passes, fake players, fake people, fake pot, fake politicians, fake porn, fake photos, fake poets, fake priests, fake products, fake sex, fake songs, fake sports stars, fake movies, fake TV, fake teeth, fake vaginas, fake watches, fake writers, fake victims, fake videos, fake universities and fake well everything else

 

Why not a fake God

Pretending to be God

Just in it for the power,

the money

 

And the sweat love of the beautiful babes

That he has convinced

Has to sleep with him

As God has ordained it

 

Yeah I think that it is

God has been replaced

By a Fake God

 

Does the fake God speak to them?

And what does the fake God sound like?

 

How did the fake God talk to them?

On the phone? By email? By tweet

Or by visions or voices in their head?

 

Or are they just raving lunatics

Who think that the real nonexistent God

is calling them?

Not knowing or caring it is the fake God

On the cosmic hotline from the fake heaven

 

God, either the real deal

Or the Fake God

does not in my opinion

Talk to idiots

 

Too many things to do

Running this fake God scam

While the real God is either on vacation

Or is locked up in a cosmic dungeon somewhere

Or has been killed by the fake God

In league with the real Satan

 

Nor should God either the real God

or the Fake God

tolerate these fools any more

 

The Fake God does not send us hurricanes or tornados

To punish us

 

That is beneath his cosmic pay grade

And the real God

Has been cut off from his power sources

Locked away into cosmic dungeon

Without a phone, internet, or power outlet

 

The real God is God

and is mysterious

And if he speaks to us at all

 

We surely do not understand

Anything he says

 

As we have surely screwed up

The teachings of his prophets

 

And all we can hear

Is the voice of the fake God

The cosmic shyster

Who has been impersonating God

Perhaps for thousands of year

 

So I wish to end this by saying

Oh you false prophets

 

STFU

 

The real God is not calling you

And never has

But the fake god

That’s another story

 

But, please

Just SFTU already

 

 

 

Fake People

I am living in a world of fake people

Everyone around me is fake

Everyone is running their own scams

Hiding their true nature

 

Behind their fake smiles

Their fake sincerity

 

Nothing is real any more

The news is fake

 

Nothing but noise

Designed to trap you

In endless out rage

And fear

 

For the profits

Made by the evil masters

The spin masters

The people behind the news

 

And everyone pretends

That this is all real

But everyone knows

It is all fake

 

Fake people living fake lives

In fake worlds

Surrounded by fake things

And believing fake Gods

 

As we all move forward

Living our fake life

In a fake world

 

Lost in a fake universe

Governed by a fake God

 

 

 

Fake Love

 

There is nothing real anymore

In this fake world of ours

Everything has been reduced

To nothing but commodities

To be bought and sold

 

And in such a toxic world

There is no room

For true love

 

For truth

For a real love

That transcends the fake world

 

And even if you find the one

You can never be sure

If it is real

Could just be yet another scam

 

In a world filled with fake people

Fake relationships

 

Fraud, and fear

Rule the world

And the market rules us all

 

And so true love

Has no role

In the fake modern world

 

 

 

Fake Life

 

We all live in a fake world

Imagining the illusions

Are the real world

It is all in our insane heads

 

Nothing but psychotic nonsense

That we project into the world

 

The world is filled with fake people

Living fake lives in fake villages

In faked communities

 

Following the latest faked scandal

The latest fake outrage

 

Not knowing or caring

That nothing is real

 

Except perhaps death

And taxes

 

And if you have the right attorney

Even that can be faked

 

 

Fake Death

The Gods of Science

Are about to discover

 

The secrets of life and death

And banish death

To the dust bin of history

 

As we all replace

Our bodies and our souls

With robotic new fake bodies

 

With the illusion

That we can live forever

Just replacing this and that body part

 

Living out our empty life

Wishing that we could end it all

And embrace death

 

But in world of fake life

Death too becomes fake

 

And so we are doomed

To live our futile fake life

 

Until at last we meet death

Perhaps in a thousand years

Perhaps in a million years

 

Perhaps tomorrow

Death in the end

 

Will prove to be

The one real thing

In this fake universe of ours

 

 

 

Fake Calls

Fake Calls

Every day I get woken up

As the sun comes up

By my phone ringing

With a fake call

 

It seems that the only people

Who ever bother to call me

Are the fake call people

 

Who all call me

With fake sincerity

 

Offering me a great deal

On this and that scam

 

I curse at them

Yell at them

Mutter obscenities in foreign tongues

And block their calls

 

Yet it does not seem to matter

The next call will be

Yet another fake call

 

Am I doomed to receive

Fake calls until I day I die

 

I turn on my computer

And read my fake news accounts

And watch TV for the latest fake news

 

And the politicians lying

And the criminals scheming

To take my money

 

The Zappa song comes to mind

 

You will obey me while I lead you
And eat the garbage that I feed you
Until the day that we don’t need you
Don’t go for help . . . no one will heed you
Your mind is totally controlled
It has been stuffed into my mold
And you will do as you are told
Until the rights to you are sold

That’s right, folks . . .
Don’t touch that dial

 

And I scream to the universe

Just leave me alone

Then the phone rings…..

 

 

Fake News

 

I

am

tired

 

T

I

R

E

D

 

Of the constant deluge

The constant flood

Of fake news in my inbox

 

It seems everything is fake these days

The Presidents lies

The media lies

 

The country lies to itself

Everything is not all right jack

And never will be right

 

As long as have the idiot in charge

With his constant tweets

Posturing and lies

 

And the spinmeisters

Spinning away

 

The truth is a lie

The lie is true

 

I can’t tell any more

It is all fake news to me

 

Enough no more

Give it to me straight

 

Quit the god damn lying

And tell us the truth

 

But then we can’t handle the truth

Can me?

 

And so the fake news continues

The constant spam

The constant lies

 

As we all die

From too much information

All the time

 

I want to quit

Go away somewhere

 

But nowhere is safe

As we all stuck here

 

In the world of fake news

 

PPP publishes Fake Calls

Dear Friends

Thanks to your support in the form of your wonderful poems, the July issue of PPP Ezine has been published. It can be accessed at: https://poetrypoeticspleasureezine.wordpress.com/2018/08/04/401/

Fake Calls by John (“Jake”) Cosmos Aller

Every day I get woken up

As the sun comes up

By my phone ringing

With a fake call

It seems that the only people

Who ever bother to call me

Are the fake call people

Who all call me

With fake sincerity

Offering me a great deal

On this and that scam

I curse at them

Yell at them

Mutter obscenities in foreign tongues

And block their calls

Yet it does not seem to matter

The next call will be

Yet another fake call

Am I doomed to receive

Fake calls until I day I die

I turn on my computer

And read my fake news accounts

And watch TV for the latest fake news

And the politicians lying

And the criminals scheming

To take my money

The Zappa song comes to mind

You will obey me while I lead you

And eat the garbage that I feed you

Until the day that we don’t need you

Don’t go for help . . . no one will heed you

Your mind is totally controlled

It has been stuffed into my mold

And you will do as you are told

Until the rights to you are sold

That’s right, folks . . .

Don’t touch that dial

And I scream to the universe

Just leave me alone

Then the phone rings…..

John (“Jake”) Cosmos Aller is a novelist, poet, and former Foreign Service officer having served 27 years with the U.S. State Department serving in ten countries (Korea, Thailand, India, the Eastern Caribbean (lived in Barbados but covering Antigua, Barbados, Dominica, Grenada, St Kitts, St Lucia, and St Vincent) and Spain. Prior to joining the U.S. State Department, Jake taught overseas for eight years. Jake served in the Peace Corps in Korea. He grew up in Berkeley but has lived in Seattle, Stockton, Washington DC, Alexandria, Virginia and Medford, Oregon. He has traveled to over 45 countries and 49 states. He has been writing poetry, fiction, and novels for years. He has completed four SF novels and is seeking publication. His work has appeared in numerous literary magazines online. His poetry blog can be found at https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com