poem a thon 2018 check it out

the TiferetApril2018Poemathon is live as we speak.  here are my poems so far = comments and feedback welcome.


Poems for 2018 Poem A Thon

 Post daily on Teferet Site and on All Poetry, and on poetry blog


Sunday April 1  Thank God For Angela

April 2, 2018  Angela Haiku

April 3, 2018  2007 How Much I Despise You

April 4 April 2 Trump’s Wall Against Reason

April 5  Angela Lee

April 6   Haiku

April 7  Spring Time Snow

April 8  Living with Pain Hanibun

April 9  Hiking the Hills of My Youth Hanibun

Sunday April 1  Thank God For Angela

Every day I wake up

And see you there


I thank God

That he had the wisdom

To send you to me


To save me

By bringing you into my life

You are the sunshine

That lights up the day

You are reason

I get up in the morning


And you are reason

I exist

Without you I am nothing


But dust blowing in the wind

Waiting until death

Takes me down




April 2, 2018  Angela Haiku

Every day I wake up

To the love of my long life

And say Thanks to God




April 3, 2018  2007 How Much I Despise You


2007 How Much I Despise You


2017 How Much I despise You

Following 2016 the second worst year ever

Will 2018 be any better ?


And what we have suffered

The darkness settles on the land

Like a curse on the land


As our mad demented senile dotard king wannabe

Struts about the worlds stage

Ushering Americas  inevitable decline




April 42 Trump’s Wall Against Reason

The President wants to build a wall

Against the southern hordes

Another great wall

To keep the barbarians out


He wants to build a wall

Against reason

Against science

Against the modern world


Hiding behind the wall

On the southern border


Desperately trying to keep them out

The unwashed masses

The undocumented

The illegals


Streaming across the border

Seeking to wreck the pure land

Murderous hordes

Rapists, drug dealers


Coming to take our land over

As he stands on the border

Trying to stop the hordes himself



April 2 It Has Been Done Before


Before Trump’s Wall

There were many other walls


The Berlin Wall

The Great Wall

Hadrian’s Wall


All the walls of the ancient world

All failed

To keep the enemies out


The enemies of freedom

The enemies of the state

Still came across the border

To loot, steal, rape and plunder


And nothing could stop

The flood of history



April 2 Walls Divide Us


In Modern America

We all live in gated communities

Trying desperately to keep them out


Out of sight

Out of mind

And out of our lives


And yet we fail

Fail to accept the others

Are human beings

Are our fellow creatures


As we wall ourselves off

Into our separate communities


We loose our humanity

And we loose our selves


As we hide in our walls

Hide in our bubbles




April 2 Mr. Trump


Please tear down this wall

Please open up your heart

Please stop this madness


We are all Americans

We are all one people

And your wall

Will not stop us

From becoming one people


Please tear down this wall

Please build bridges to the future

Please open your heart

And let the love shine through




April 3 TRUMP

The President of the United States

Republican Leader of the Free world

Uber ales nations

Muttering insanities

Preposterous Nonsensical tweets


April 3 Putin


Post Modern Leader

Uniting all the Russians

Triumphant against all enemies

Including the Great Satan

Nevertheless always living in fear


April 5 Angela (Acrostic poem for Whispers)

Angela is my life

No better friend in the universe

Greatest Love of all

Every Day I thank God

Love of my life

Angela My Soul Mate

Love of my long life

Everything I ever desires

Everything I ever needed


April 5 TRUMP

The President of the United States

Republican Leader of the Free world

Uber ales nations

Muttering insanities

Preposterous Nonsensical tweets



April 5 Putin


Post Modern Leader

Uniting all the Russians

Triumphant against all enemies

Including the Great Satan

Nevertheless always living in fear



April 6  Haiku

I met my late fate

Seeing her face in a bar

And my fate ended



April 7 Hiking in the Spring Time Snow


Talking a walk in the mountains

In the spring time snow


Snow falling down all over the trail

As I wander through the hills


Breathing the early spring smells

And seeing the world covered in white magic


The last remnants of the winter’s touch

Before the spring time gambol of flowers


Overwhelms nature once again

Preparing for the summer’s hellish heat






Living with Pain


Back in 1996 I had the accident that changed everything.  I went jogging one morning. It was dark outside, and I thought that I knew the trail.  Big mistake.  I fell down a ledge hidden where the trail should have been.  I shattered me heal in a million pieces.  I was rushed to an ER and told that I need an emergency operation and would be bed ridden for four months.


My wife was in San Antonio at the time serving in the Army, I was in DC working for the State Department.  I flew in a wheel chair to San Antonio where they proclaimed that they had to wait a week for the swelling to go down before they could operate.  The Air force doctors wanted to try a new procedure – using shark cartridge as a bone supplement.  The operation was a success until I quit taking antibiotics six months later.  I was in DC by myself then.  I went to the hospital for an unrelated thing -removal of a cist I think.  But the doctors took one look at me and proclaimed that the staph had become a multiple drug resistant staph and I needed an urgent operation.  The next day I had the third of 15 operations.  I endured six months at Walter Reed hospital but that was in the 90’s prior to the wars of the 21st century filled the base up. They had few customers and I got to know the doctors well.


I know pain

Intimately aware of every ache

Every pain


Ever since that day

When I went under the knife

And had the 14 operations


That saved my life

But I am not one to complain

I became one with the pain


Which I endure to this day

Knowing that I am alive

Having cheated death

Twenty times in life


Waiting for the grim reaper

To finally claim me


But that day has not come

And until then

I will endure




Hiking the Hills of My Youth


I grew up in Berkeley, California in the 60’s.  Ever since I was a youngster I would wander the hills of Berkeley hiking for hours by myself and sometimes with my friends.  I explored every nook and cranny every corner of the hills and got to know nature in its infinite beauty.


Ever since those days I have longed for the day that I could spend my days hiking and wondering the hills.  Now that I am retired and living in Korea I can go for a long walk in the hills every day I want.  It is not the same as the hills I grew up, no vistas of the Bay and it is in Korea to boot but most days it is sufficient as I head out early afternoon and conquer four or five miles of hills just enjoying that fact that I can still move and am still very much alive at age 62.


I grew up hiking the hills of Berkeley, California

Grew up knowing every corner of the hills

And the infinite beauty of the Bay Area


And now I find myself in a strange land

With time on my hands

I wander the hills above the airport

In Incheon Korea


And wander about here and there

Just being grateful

That I am still alive

And kicking at age 62












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.

and my world according to cosmos page has been updated, both the FB version and the word version, FB disabled the auto linkage feature so I have to run both pages

if someone knows how to work aroud this please let me know

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


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



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

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cheating Death twenty Times

Cheating Death 20 Times Part 1

     BY: Jake Cosmos Aller

               True Stories

In my 62 trips around the sun, I cheated death 20 times.  These are the true stories. If I ever meet the grim reaper I’d like to ask him why he spared me all these times.

Five Childhood Illnesses hit me at age six        

I was a preemie.  Born two months early.  They had just developed oxygen tents for preemies and I was one of the first babies they saved using that technology, so in a way even being born meant that I had cheated death.  The doctors thought that I would develop severe medical conditions.  They were right; I have had bad eyes, bad teeth, and a residual learning disability from birth. And I had a weak immune system to boot.  When I was six years old, I missed almost all the first grade and had to repeat the first grade because I developed all the childhood illnesses at once.  I had whooping cough, pneumonia, the flu, German measles, and regular measles, chicken pox, and mono all in that year.  And hay fever to boot.  For me, once I recovered I was in good health for years except for seasonal allergies in the fall and spring.

Typhoid Fever almost kills me in Korea

I graduated from high school and college and mostly was healthy, no major issues other than colds, the flu, and seasonal allergies.  While I was in the Peace Corps training, we did a hike in the mountains in the East Coast of Korea. We stopped to drink water from a stream.  I developed severe diarrhea and a fever. I was rushed to the local hospital and transferred to a hospital in Seoul.  I had developed Typhoid fever, one of the last such cases in Korea as the Koreans had largely eliminated the threat of Typhoid Fever given the overall improvement in the country’s infrastructure.  The doctors at first could not figure it out, but in the end they figured it out.  I spent four weeks in the hospital missing a lot of my crucial language training. The Peace Corps offered me the opportunity to go home or transfer to another Peace Corps program but opted to finish the training and my service.  During the stay in the hospital, I was a celebrity of sorts – the only foreign patient and the nurses and doctors stopped by to practice their English with and I practiced my very rudimentary Korean as I flirted up a storm with the pretty nurses.

Guardian Angel Saves Me in Korea

I have always been a skeptical person, and not much of a believer. I have never been a Christian.  I have always been an agnostic or even an atheist.   But one day many years ago I experienced an event that changed my perspective on life. Since that time, I have become a believer in guardian angels that look after us in this corrupted world of ours.  I can’t explain what happened that day, other than to realize that there are stranger things in life than we can imagine and that someone or something was looking out for me that day.

In 1990, I was living in South Korea teaching ESL for a Korean University and government, and Asian studies for the University of Maryland for military forces stationed in Korea.  I was living in Seoul with my spouse who was a U.S. army officer, newly assigned to Korea.  She was born in Korea and was in fact the first Korean American female officer to be assigned to Korea.

We had been married for about six years having met in 1982 and had a whirlwind romance, marrying two months after we met.  That is the subject of another story though.  One spring day we took a trip to the east coast of Korea.  It was about a five to six-hour journey by car.  My wife was driving because I did not drive due to bad vision and because I was afraid to drive in the chaotic driving environment in South Korea.  We left Seoul about 11 am and by 3 pm we were halfway to our destination, Soraksan which is the number one mountain park in South Korea. It was a fine Spring day, just perfect weather, and we were both looking forward to taking a few days off.

Just outside of the town of Wongju, the freeway backed up and there was heavy traffic ahead of us.  I saw a sign for the Wongaksan National Park which I had never visited before and I told Angela, let’s get off the freeway and check it out.  I felt something telling me we had to exit the freeway that moment. I had a premonition that something bad was coming down the freeway and we were heading right into it.  We never forgot that day.  And to this day almost thirty years later I often think back what would have happened if I had ignored that warning in my head and had insisted that we keep going to what would have been our death.

To be continued…


Welcome to the Gutenberg Editor

Of Mountains & Printing Presses

The goal of this new editor is to make adding rich content to WordPress simple and enjoyable. This whole post is composed of pieces of content—somewhat similar to LEGO bricks—that you can move around and interact with. Move your cursor around and you’ll notice the different blocks light up with outlines and arrows. Press the arrows to reposition blocks quickly, without fearing about losing things in the process of copying and pasting. What you are reading now is a text block the most basic block of all. The text block has its own controls to be moved freely around the post…

… like this one, which is right aligned.

Headings are separate blocks as well, which helps with the outline and organization of your content.

A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words

Handling images and media with the utmost care is a primary focus of the new editor. Hopefully, you’ll find aspects of adding captions or going full-width with your pictures much easier and robust than before.
Beautiful landscape
If your theme supports it, you’ll see the “wide” button on the image toolbar. Give it a try.
Try selecting and removing or editing the caption, now you don’t have to be careful about selecting the image or other text by mistake and ruining the presentation.

The Inserter Tool

Imagine everything that WordPress can do is available to you quickly and in the same place on the interface. No need to figure out HTML tags, classes, or remember complicated shortcode syntax. That’s the spirit behind the inserter—the (+) button you’ll see around the editor—which allows you to browse all available content blocks and add them into your post. Plugins and themes are able to register their own, opening up all sort of possibilities for rich editing and publishing. Go give it a try, you may discover things WordPress can already add into your posts that you didn’t know about. Here’s a short list of what you can currently find there:
  • Text & Headings
  • Images & Videos
  • Galleries
  • Embeds, like YouTube, Tweets, or other WordPress posts.
  • Layout blocks, like Buttons, Hero Images, Separators, etc.
  • And Lists like this one of course 🙂

Visual Editing

A huge benefit of blocks is that you can edit them in place and manipulate your content directly. Instead of having fields for editing things like the source of a quote, or the text of a button, you can directly change the content. Try editing the following quote:
The editor will endeavor to create a new page and post building experience that makes writing rich posts effortless, and has “blocks” to make it easy what today might take shortcodes, custom HTML, or “mystery meat” embed discovery. Matt Mullenweg, 2017
The information corresponding to the source of the quote is a separate text field, similar to captions under images, so the structure of the quote is protected even if you select, modify, or remove the source. It’s always easy to add it back. Blocks can be anything you need. For instance, you may want to add a subdued quote as part of the composition of your text, or you may prefer to display a giant stylized one. All of these options are available in the inserter. You can change the amount of columns in your galleries by dragging a slider in the block inspector in the sidebar.

Media Rich

If you combine the new wide and full-wide alignments with galleries, you can create a very media rich layout, very quickly:
Accessibility is important — don’t forget image alt attribute
Sure, the full-wide image can be pretty big. But sometimes the image is worth it. The above is a gallery with just two images. It’s an easier way to create visually appealing layouts, without having to deal with floats. You can also easily convert the gallery back to individual images again, by using the block switcher. Any block can opt into these alignments. The embed block has them also, and is responsive out of the box:
You can build any block you like, static or dynamic, decorative or plain. Here’s a pullquote block:
Code is Poetry The WordPress community

If you want to learn more about how to build additional blocks, or if you are interested in helping with the project, head over to the GitHub repository.

Thanks for testing Gutenberg!


Dreamgirl re-published

Joy for Life has republished my Dream Girl story.

and earlier they had reprinted cheating death twenty times


sharing life stories, making the world a better place…

Dream Girl

BY: Jake Cosmos Aller
You know you’re in love when you can’t fall asleep because reality is finally better than your
The dreams started when I was a senior at Berkeley High School in 1974. About a month
before I graduated, I fell asleep in a physics class after lunch and had the first dream:
A beautiful Asian woman was standing next to me, talking in a strange language. She was
stunning—the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. She was in her early twenties, with long black
hair, and piercing black eyes. She had the look of royalty. She looked at me and then
disappeared, beamed out of my dream like in Star Trek. I fell out of my chair screaming, “Who
are you?” She did not answer.
About a month went by, and then I started having the dream repeatedly. Always the same
Early morning, she would stand next to me talking. I would ask who she was, and she
would disappear. She was the most beautiful, alluring woman I had ever seen.
I was struck speechless every time I had the dream.
I had the dream every month during the eight years during which I went to college and
served in the Peace Corps. In fact, when I joined the Peace Corps, I had to decide whether to go
Korea or Thailand. The night before I had to submit my decision, I had the dream again and it
made me sure that she was in Korea waiting for me.
After the Peace Corps, I still hadn’t met my dream woman. I got a job working for the
U.S. Army as an instructor and stayed in Korea. I kept having the dream, until I had the very last
one: She was standing next to me, speaking to me in Korean, but I finally understood her. She
said, “Don’t worry, we will be together soon.”
Why was that the last time I had the dream? Because the very next night, the girl in my
dream got off the bus in front of me. She went on to the base with an acquaintance of mine, a
fellow teacher, and they went to see a movie. I saw her and found the courage to speak with her.
We exchanged phone numbers and agreed to meet that weekend.
The next night, she was waiting for me as I entered the Army base to teach a class. She
told me she was a college senior and she had something to tell me. I signed her on to the base
and left her at the library to study while I taught, and then we went out for coffee after class. She
told me she was madly in love with me, and that I was the man for her. I told her not to worry as
I felt the same.
That weekend, we met Saturday and Sunday and hung out all day. On Sunday night, I
proposed to her. It was only three days after we had met, but for me it felt like we had met eight
years ago. I had been waiting all my life for her to walk out of my dreams and into my life, and
here she was.
Her mother did not want her to marry a foreigner. One day, about a month after we met,
she invited me to meet her parents. I brought a bottle of Jack Daniels for her father and drank the
entire bottle with him. He approved of me, but her mother still had reservations. After a Buddhist
priest told her my future wife and I were a perfect astrological combination, she agreed, and we
planned our wedding.
The wedding was a media sensation in South Korea. My wife explained it to me years
later. At the time, I was overwhelmed just by the fact that we were getting married and I didn’t
fully understand how unusual this was. My wife was of the old royal clan, distant relatives to the
former kings of Korea. In the clan’s history, only two people had ever married foreigners: my
wife, and Rhee Syngman, who was the the first President of South Korea. My father, who was a
former Undersecretary of Labor, came out for the wedding, which fueled even more media
interest. Our marriage defied the stereotypical Korean-foreign marriage where the women
married some hapless GI just to escape poverty and immigrate to the U.S. We were the first
foreign/Korean couple to get married at a Korean Army base. Over 1,000 people came to the
wedding, and my father was interviewed on the morning news programs.
This all happened thirty-five years ago, and I am still married to the girl in my dreams.
Now in my dreams she watches over me when we are apart.

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Why am I still addicted to you?

Why am I still addicted to you?



Jake Cosmos Aller


Why am I still addicted to You?

Mountain Lions Harbinger of Doom

Coffee Time

The Last Baby on Earth

The Last Light House




Why am I still addicted to you?


There is a mystery that has haunted me

For almost 45 years


45 years ago

I met you in a dream


And 38 years ago

You walked off a bus


And into my life

And nothing was the same

Since the day we met


In the very beginning

I was addicted to you


Why Did I fall for you

Why did I become so hopelessly

madly in love with you


Why was it love at first sight

And why can I know

Then I had met you before


All these are questions

that still haunt me to this day


All I know is

After 45 years


I am still Addicted to you


Mountain lion of doom


throughout the West

mountain Lions are on the move

Coyotes too


The lions and coyottes feast on deer

Dogs, cats and other animals

And other animals


Driven by spread of suburbia into the mountain fastness

That was their home


The mountain lions and coyottes

are are spreading east and south

Not just in the wild west anymore


And somehow it seems

That the mountain Lions

Are not just out for the deer


The mountain Lions

are coming after humanity

While attacks are few and far between

The mountain Lions have been known

To attack dogs, cats and the occasional human child

And even the occasional unwary hiker in the mountains


And one can see these mountain lion

In the mountain parks

And they are scary indeed


It seems that nature

Is on the move


and that nature

May not be nice

To mankind


As we continue to despoil the land

Pollute the world


And overpopulated  the world

Tomorrow Perhaps Our time will come


The Mountain Lions Will be hunting

As humans become prey


After The end of civilization

The mountain Lions therefore

Are a harbinger of future down




The last baby on earth


The last baby on earth

Lies in a manger

hidden by his mother


The last baby on earth

maybe be the last man on earth


As mankind has become infertile

As mankind can no longer reproduce


Alas the last baby on earth

Is celebrated


As a hero

In hopes


that there will be other babies

yet to be born


But the last baby on earth f

Knows he may be the last man on earth



Coffee Time

I love the smell of coffee

First thing in the morning

I start my day day inhaling the aroma of the freshlly brewing coffee

Anticipating the taste and feel of the coffee soon to be consumed


I love the taste of coffee

First thing in the morning

I eagerly anticipate

The taste of coffee


I love the feel of coffee

Dark Liquid flowing into my system


I love the color of coffee

Dark Black as hell


And yet

There is a hint

Of the sweetness of heaven


I love the effects of coffee

It Picks me up

Gets me going


Kicks my ass into gear

It gets me hyper

It gets me through the darkest morning


And yes I love

The nightmares that coffee produces

As I tried to sleep

Fighting  the coffee

I tossed and turned


delicious nightmares

Turn into stories

and turns into poems

and even turns into a novel or two


All of this is because of my daily cup of coffee

I love my coffee

And always will




The Last Light House


The last man on earth

Is walking along the coast

Heading to the lighthouse in the distance

That has Inexplicably turned on the lights


The last man on earth

Is suspicious that this this might be

Just an automated machinery


He walks towards the light house

in darkening night

And sees the light

Piercing the night


And dreams

That perhaps there may

be someone at home


He says Hello

As he enters the lighthouse

Only to meet death



He walks into the lighthouse

And sees what he has seen

In every house

on every corner

In the entire Land


Nothing  but death sitting there


As the plague took another victim


The last man on earth

Made himself A steak dinner

In the last lighthouse On earth

And played the light Out on the water


Hoping Hoping hoping

There will be ship

in the ocean


and that perhaps

he might be saved



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