in 2016 when I retired, I began posting my work on various sites and getting my poetry, fiction, and essays published all over, including, of course, on my flagstaff blog post, The World According To Cosmos. Here is where you can find my work. I try to update my postings once a week. The blog entry is copied to LinkedIn, Twitter and Tumblr automatically, the rest I have to manually add so it may take a while before everything is in synch. Also, since last summer, I have been podcasting weekly, using Anchor podcast platform. I am now also writing on Medium and Wattpad. Starting next year, I hope to add regular vblogging on YouTube, advice on what software to use for that would be greatly appreciated. Please follow me on all these sites.
All Poetry https://allpoetry.com/Jake_Aller
Blog Lovin https://www.bloglovin.com/@jakecosmosaller3
Comma Full https://commaful.com/play/jakecaller/
Cosmos funnel https://cosmofunnel.com/user/67910/followed/content
Fan Story https://fanstory.com/mypage.jsp
Good Reads for reviews https://www.goodreads.com/user/show/9329357-jake
Hello Poetry
Instagram https://www.instagram.com/authorjakecosmosaller/
Linkdlin https://www.linkedin.com/in/jakealler/Medium
Medium https://medium.com/@authorjakecosmosaller/about
Pinterest – https://www.pinterest.com/authorjakecosmosaller/_saved/
Poetry circle https://poetrycircle.com/forum/members/jakecosmos.6777/
Poetry nook https://www.poetrynook.com/user/jake-aller
Poetry magnum opus https://www.poetrymagnumopus.com/?_fromLogin=1
Poetry Soup
Swenk https://sweek.com/profile/1222095/74088
Tumblr https://www.tumblr.com/blog/jakecosmosaller
Twitter https://twitter.com/aller_jake
WattPad https://www.wattpad.com/user/jakecaller
Writing com r https://jcosmos.Writing.Com/
Pod Casts
Anchor; https://anchor.fm/jake-cosmos-aller
Breaker https://www.breaker.audio/the-world-according-to-cosmos
Radio Public https://radiopublic.com/the-world-according-to-cosmos-6va7D1
https://open.spotify.com/show/6IdqYlys0fX4igW1EJD9D3otify
You Tube -Not active will start in New Years
Publication Listing
A partial listing, work in progress.
| Imaging The End Of The World | Ariel Chart: International Literary Journal |
| No More Coffee Blues | Ariel Chart: International Literary Journal |
| What Am I DNA Results | Ariel Chart: International Literary Journal |
| End Times | Ariel Chart: International Literary Journal |
| Imagining End Of The World | Ariel Chart |
| Just Another Night In The City Of Angels | Ariel Chart |
| The Revolution Is Coming | Beatnik Cowboy, The |
| I’d Rather Not Mess With Sam | Between Hangovers |
| A Million Ways To Say I Love You | Blessed With Love Poems |
| I Still Want You | Blessed With Love Poems |
| Ode To Valentine Day | Blessed With Love Poems |
| Love Explained To A Space Alien | Blessed With Love Poems |
| Slime Patrol To The Rescu | Blue Nib Literary Magazine, The |
| The Fog | Blue Nib Literary Magazine, The |
| Dream Girl | Cherry-House Press Dreams Anthology |
| Dream Girl | Chicken Soup For The Soul Series |
| Chains That Bind Me | City Limits Publication |
| Dream Girl | City Limits Publication |
| Various | Creative Talents Unleashed |
| How I Married the Girl Of My Dreams | Creativity Webzine |
| Meeting God in The Lake | Creativity Webzine |
| Cosmic Cat from Berkeley | Creativity Webzine |
| Meeting God in Bombay | Creativity Webzine |
| Cosmic Dog from Goa | Creativity Webzine |
| Buddha Cat | Creativity Webzine |
| The Story of How We Met | Creativity Webzine |
| Fate Intertwined | Creativity Webzine |
| Wild Things Happen | Creativity Webzine |
| God Drinks Coffee | Creativity Webzine |
| Requiem for an Era | Creativity Webzine |
| Howling at the Moon | Creativity Webzine |
| Creativity Webzine | |
| The Truth Shall Set You Free | Creativity Webzine |
| My Name Is Nobody | Down in the Dirt |
| Strangeness in the Air | Down in the Dirt |
| Snarling Cup of Coffee | Down in the Dirt |
| Charles Bukowski Road Not Taken | Down in the Dirt |
| Fallen Dreams Litter the Ground | Down in the Dirt |
| Hitchhiking Tales | Down in the Dirt |
| Howling at the Moon | Down in the Dirt |
| 3-5-7 Love Poem | Down in the Dirt |
| If You Have Been Around | Down in the Dirt |
| Foreigner Walking The Seoul Wall | Down in the Dirt |
| Old Man Visiting His Wife’s Grave | Down in the Dirt |
| Awaiting The Judgement | Every Writer Horror Contest |
| Mad Bag Piper Of Berkeley | Every Writer Horror Contest |
| Coffee Poem | |
| Bad Craziness * | |
| Kimchi Blues | Eskimo Pie |
| Kimchi Blues | Friends of Korea website |
| A New Year’S Visit To The Oregon Coast | Excavation |
| Casino Thoughts | Excavation |
| Winter Haiflu | Failed Haiku |
| Indian Casino Thoughts | Fiends Of Korea |
| Lone Foreigner Walking The Wall Of Seoul | Former People, a Journal of Bangs and Whimpers |
| A New Year’s Visit To The Oregon Coast | Former People: A Journal Of Bangs And Whimpers |
| Indian Casino Thoughts | Former People: A Journal Of Bangs And Whimpers |
| Casino Thoughts | Former People: A Journal Of Bangs And Whimpers |
| Former People: A Journal Of Bangs And Whimpers | |
| Four Coffee Poems | Former People: A Journal Of Bangs And Whimpers |
| Four Coffee Poems | Former People: A Journal Of Bangs And Whimpers |
| Four Coffee Poems | Former People: A Journal Of Bangs And Whimpers |
| Four Coffee Poems | |
| Fiction Dream | |
| Fiction Dream | |
| Corona Virus Haiku | Fiction Dream |
| Fiction Dream | |
| Just Enough For Coffee | |
| One Moment, One Day | Fourxfour Poetry Journal |
| Met My Fate In Bar Room Face | From Addict To Advocate |
| Various | Haiku Journal |
| Hill Rag | Hello Bonzai |
| One Night In Bombay | Hello Poetry |
| Cosmic Cat | |
| Cosmic Dogs | |
| Meeting God In A Lake | Horror Sleaze Trash |
| Meeting God In Bombay | |
| Signs Of The Apocalypse | Hypertexts, The |
| Hypertexts, The | |
| Getting Lucky | Hypertexts, The |
| Waiting For The Day | Hypertexts, The |
| Rising Storm Of Sediction | Hypertexts, The |
| All Tired And Burned Out 2020 Go Away | |
| Toilet Gate Fitting Metaphor For Trump Era | Ink Pantry (Website) |
| A Dream Journey | Ink Pantry (Website) |
| Insanity Lives | Ink Pantry (Website) |
| Interview | Ink Pantry (Website) |
| Morning Bright, Evening Delight | Ink Pantry (Website) |
| Reality Hits | Ink Pantry (Website) |
| Cheating Death 22 Times | Ink Pantry (Website) |
| Cthulhu’s Revenge | Ink Pantry (Website) |
| Escape From Hell | Ink Pantry (Website) |
| Ghoul Haunted Woodlands Of Weir | Ink Pantry (Website) |
| The Bench | Ink Pantry (Website) |
| 2019 The Year That Was | Ink Pantry (Website) |
| Dreams | Ink Pantry (Website) |
| Fate | Ink Pantry (Website) |
| The Oyster Speaks Up | Ink Pantry (Website) |
| The Terrifying Teens | Ink Pantry (Website) |
| Ink Pantry (Website) | |
| Just An Unhinged Lunatic | Ink Pantry (Website) |
| Ink Pantry (Website) | |
| Total Successor Or Total Failure | Ink Pantry (Website) |
| 2021 Haiku | |
| General Corona Appears In A Vision | Inner Circle Writers’ Group Anthology Series |
| Cancel Culture Run Amuck | |
| Ghosts Of Old Saigon | Journal Of Expressive Writing |
| Ghosts Of The Chu Chi Tunnels | Journal Of Expressive Writing |
| Seeing Ghosts | Kelp Journal |
| The Cosmic Cat From Berkeley | Kelp Journal |
| The Cosmic Dog From Goa | Kelp Journal |
| Cosmic Cat | Kelp Journal |
| Kelp Journal | |
| Agnostic Dyslectic Wonders If There Is A Dog | Kelp Journal |
| Cosmos’s Cosmic Calendar | Kelp Journal |
| Its A Dog’s Life For Me | Kelp Journal |
| The Cosmic Dog From Goa | |
| 2021 Dawns 21 Haiku | Literary Yard |
| Dear Republicans, What Is Wrong With You? | Literary Yard |
| The Revolution Next Time | Literary Yard |
| Zombie Ideas Do Not Die | Literary Yard |
| There Is A Great Sense Of Unrest | Literary Yard |
| Lone Foreigner Hiking The Seoul City Walls | Literary Yard |
| Literary Yard | |
| Literary Yard | |
| Dream Love Questions Sekoku | Local Gem |
| 15 Day Challenge | Local gem |
| Halloween poetry collection | Local Gem |
| Dear Microsoft Why I Left You | Lotus Eater |
| Local Gems Poetry Press | |
| A Million Ways To Say I Love You | Blessed with Love |
| Ode To Love On Valentine’s Day | Blessed with Love |
| One Night in Bangkok | Man in the Street |
| Market Rules Us All | Minnie’s Diary: A Southern Literary Review |
| The Virus King Cried | Muse |
| Fake Jake | Nthanda Review |
| Fake Smiles | Nthanda Review |
| White Lady | |
| The Opiate | |
| God’s Confession | Scarlet Leaf |
| Opiate | |
| Bad Craziness | |
| Otherwise Engaged | |
| Cats | |
| In Seach Of America | Outlaw Poetry |
| It Is A Gun Situation, Mr. President | Outlaw Poetry |
| Prayer Works | Outlaw Poetry |
| I Don’t Get It | Outlaw Poetry |
| Dear Governor Abbot | Outlaw Poetry |
| When Will This Madness End – Short Version | Outlaw Poetry |
| Lost And Found | Outlaw Poetry |
| My Mother’s History | Outlaw Poetry |
| Conversation With Teddy Roosevelt | Outlaw Poetry |
| Watching Cats Hunt | Outlaw Poetry |
| End Of America | Outlaw Poetry |
| Watching The News As 110,000 Americans Die | Plethora Blogazine |
| Wearing A Mask Is Not A Political Statement | Plethora Blogazine |
| Wearing Masks Saves Life | Plethora Blogazine |
| Who Are You Going To Believe, Me Or Your Lying Eye | Plethora Blogazine |
| Back Of The Bus | The Poet on the Road |
| Bus Ride | The Poet on the Road Poet The Poet on the Road |
| Cross Country Trip Part One | The Poet on the Road |
| Hitchiking Tales | The Poet on the Road |
| Buddha Cat | Poet, The |
| Meeting God In A Lake | Poet, The |
| Best Friend For 60 Years | Poet, The |
| My Memory Bank | Poet, The |
| Best Friend In The Universe | Poet, The |
| Cats | Poetryezine |
| Buddha Cat | Poetryezine |
| Sitting On The Dock Of The Bay | Poetryezine |
| Walking By A Winter’s Frozen Lake | Poetryezine |
| Playing The Piano At The End Of Time | Poetryezine |
| Mad Mask Fear | Poetryezine |
| News Is Grim | Poetryezine |
| Poetry And Covid | |
| Various | Poetry And Covid |
| Snarling Cup Of Coffee Chapbook | Poetry Nook Weekly Contest |
| Merry Christmas From ATT | Poetry 24 |
| Mr President, It Is A Gun Situation | Poetry 24Poetry 24 |
| The Best Is Yet To Come Found Poem | Poetry 24 |
| Evergreen Trees | Pure Haiku |
| Falling Rain | Qutub Minar Review |
| Qutub Minar Review | |
| Gathering Storm Clouds | Random Poetree |
| Nebulous Night Of Darkness | Random Poetree |
| Dejavu All Over Again | Random Poetree |
| Failure Is Not An Option | Random Poetree |
| General Failure Reading Disk Drive | Raven Cage Zine |
| On Failure | Raven Cage Zine |
| Raven Cage Zine | |
| 270,000 Corona Ghosts Crash The President’s Party | Raven Cage Zine |
| Corona Ghosts Crash The Party | Raven Cage Zine |
| Partying While People Die | Raven Cage Zine |
| Fake Calls | Rejected Manuscripts |
| Hell Is Here To Stay | Rejected Manuscripts |
| Rejected Manuscripts | |
| Fake Mosquitos | |
| Lost | River Sandha Review |
| Old Cars Are King Of The Road Again | River Sandha Review |
| Reflections | Rosette Maleficarum |
| Dragon Flies In My Mind | Rosette Maleficarum |
| One Crazy Day | Rosette Maleficarum |
| 2019 The Year That Was | Rosette Maleficarum |
| Dreams | Scarlet Leaf Review |
| Fate | Scarlet Leaf Review |
| The Oyster Speaks Up | Scarlet Leaf Review |
| The Terrifying Teens | Scarlet Leaf Review |
| Scarlet Leaf Review | |
| Green Trees Don’t Make It | Scarlet Leaf Review |
| Slowly Unperceived Reality | Scarlet Leaf Review |
| Slowly Unperceived Reality | Scarlet Leaf Review |
| Brain Fever | Scryptic defunct |
| Evil Within | Scryptic defunct |
| Mocking Laughter | Scryptic defunct |
| Black Vultures | Scryptic defunct |
| Dream Lover | Scryptic |
| Dream Tanaga | Scryptic |
| Rafting To Hell | Scryptic |
| Satanic Torture | Scryptic |
| Worlds Within Worlds | Sick Lit Magazine |
| Green Trees Don’t Make It | Sick Lit Magazine |
| Siren Song Of Doom | Sick Lit Magazine |
| Various | Sixfold |
| Corona Poems | Soft Cartel |
| Dora The Galactic Explorer | Soft Cartel |
| Every Day I Turn On The News | |
| Chaos | Spillwords Press |
| Mocking Faces | Spillwords Press |
| Just Enough For Coffee | Spillwords Press |
| Waiting For The Grim Reaper’S Decision | Spillwords Press |
| The Virus King Cried | Subterranean Blue Poetry |
| Cosmic Cat From Berkeley | Swenk |
| Cats | Swenk |
| The Buddha Cat Of Edsall Road | Swenk |
| Demon Cat | Swenk |
| Cat Fight In Incheon | Swenk |
| Love Haiku | The Universe Journal |
| Night Terrors | The Universe Journal |
| Jack Daniels Failed Intervention | Unlikely Story |
| The Trial Of The Poet | Tiger Shark |
| Life In-Between | Tiger Shark |
| Love Haiku | Tigershark |
| I Like My Coffee | Tigershark |
| Love Haku 1 | Tigershark |
| Lost And Found | Tigershark |
| The Virus King Cried | Tigershark |
| 1984 Is Here To Stay | Tuck |
| The Dogs Of War Are Howling | Tuck |
| Just Enough For Coffee | Tuck |
| Donald Trump And The Vulgarians Rise To Power | Tuck |
| Lost And found | Two Drops Of Ink |
| Strong Wine | Two Drops Of Ink |
| Voices Of My Doom | Two Drops Of Ink |
| Dora The Galactic Explorer | Two Drops Of Ink |
| Last Year Of American Greatness | Two Drops Of Ink |
| Mocking Faces | Two Drops Of Ink |
| Morning Light | Two Drops Of Ink |
| Wild Man Sits In Gilded Cage | Two Drops Of Ink |
| Climate Change | Two Drops Of Ink |
| The Lion King Speaks Up | Two Drops Of Ink |
| Wild Things Run Amuk | Two Drops Of Ink |
| Wild Things Run Amuk | Two Drops Of Ink |
| Yesterday Morning | Two Drops Of Ink |
| Howling At The Moon | Two Drops Of Ink |
| No More Coffee Blues | Two Drops Of Ink |
| Ode To Coffee | Two Drops Of Ink |
| Slease 2 | Two Drops Of Ink |
| Snarling Cup Of Coffee | Ugly Writers, The |
| When Will This Darkness End | Ugly Writers, The |
| Ugly Writers, The | |
| Buddha Cat | Universe Journal, The |
| Cats | Universe Journal, The |
| Cats Fighting In Incheon | Universe Journal, The |
| Cosmic Cats | Universe Journal, The Universe Journal, The |
| Demon Cat | Universe Journal, The |
| Best Friend In The Universe | Whispers Defunct |
| Life’s Journey | Whispers Defunct |
| Life In Between | Whispers Defunct |
| News Is Grim | Writer’s Egg Magazine |
| Wearing A Mask Is Not A Political Statement | Writer’s Egg Magazine |
| Corona Ghosts Crash The Party | Writer’s Egg Magazine |
| Politicians Lying As People Lay Dying | Writer’s Egg Magazine |
| Thanksgiving Thoughts | Writer’s Egg Magazine |
| Writer’s Egg Magazine | |
| American Dream | Writer’s Egg Magazine |
| Miscelaneous Publication Sites | Writer’s Egg Magazine |
| Writer’s Egg Magazine | |
| 3 Am Nightmares | |
| Your One Phone Call | |
| Coffee Desires | Miscelaneous Publication Sites |
| God Does Not Talk To Idiots | Triferta Poem A Thon |
| Huricanes From Hell | Triferta Poem A Thon |
| It Can’t Happen Here | Triferta Poem A Thon |
| Kim Vs. Trump Twitter War -In Memorial Of Kim Il Sung’s The Great Leader’s Birthday | Triferta Poem A Thon |
| Masters Of The Universe | Triferta Poem A Thon |
| Microsoft How I Hate You | Triferta Poem A Thon |
| More Coffee Blues | Triferta Poem A Thon |
| No More Coffee Blues | Triferta Poem A Thon |
| Triferta Poem A Thon | |
| Rambling Man | Triferta Poem A Thon |
| Rambling Man -Where Do I Belong? | Triferta Poem A Thon |
| Rapid City Nowhere | Triferta Poem A Thon |
| Suburban Laundromat Blues | Triferta Poem A Thon |
| The Storm Is Coming | Triferta Poem A Thon |
| Facing Life’s Challenges Together | Triferta Poem A Thon |
| Fires Buring Bright | Triferta Poem A Thon |
| God Drinks Coffee | Triferta Poem A Thon |
| Imagining End Of The World | Triferta Poem A Thon |
| Incheon 2016 | Triferta Poem A Thon Triferta Poem A Thon |
| Looking Out My Window | Triferta Poem A Thon |
| Lost And Found | Triferta Poem A Thon |
| My Soul Wants To Fly | Triferta Poem A Thon |
| Rapid City Nowhere | Triferta Poem A Thon |
| The Revolution Is Coming | Triferta Poem A Thon |
| Wagontire, Oregon | Triferta Poem A Thon |
| Walking Through The Woods Of Time | Triferta Poem A Thon |
| Zombie Apocalypse | Triferta Poem A Thon |
| Heading To Memphis | Triferta Poem A Thon |
| One Mystic Shrouded Night | Triferta Poem A Thon |
| Idiots In High Places | Triferta Poem A Thon |
| Cosmos’s Cosmic Calendar | Triferta Poem A Thon |
| . Landlord Blues | Triferta Poem A Thon |
| . Berkeley California | Triferta Poem A Thon |
| . Chains That Bind Us | Triferta Poem A Thon |
| . Changes | Triferta Poem A Thon |
| . Coffee Revolution | Triferta Poem A Thon |
| . COSTCO | Triferta Poem A Thon |
| . Dental Torture Blues | Triferta Poem A Thon |
| . Emperor Donald The Ist | Triferta Poem A Thon |
| . Everything Will Be All Right | Triferta Poem A Thon |
| . Ghosts From World War 11 | Triferta Poem A Thon |
| . Life Is Wonderful | Triferta Poem A Thon |
| . Lithia Springs | Triferta Poem A Thon |
| . Love Jones | Triferta Poem A Thon |
| . My Daily Hot Coffee Fix | Triferta Poem A Thon |
| . No More Coffee Blues | Triferta Poem A Thon |
| . Pane E Circus 2017 Redux | Triferta Poem A Thon |
| . Sandwich Choices | Triferta Poem A Thon |
| . Secret Agency Man | Triferta Poem A Thon |
| . The Decline Of America | Triferta Poem A Thon |
| . The Dogs Of War Are Howling | Triferta Poem A Thon |
| . Voices Of My Doom | Triferta Poem A Thon |
| . Walls | Triferta Poem A Thon |
| . Watching Cats Hunt | Triferta Poem A Thon |
| . Where Do You And I Begin? | Triferta Poem A Thon |
| . Why I Am Not A Christian Easter Thoughts | Triferta Poem A Thon |
| . August Moods | Triferta Poem A Thon |
| . Capitol Hill In The Spring | Triferta Poem A Thon |
| . Spring Love Thoughts | Triferta Poem A Thon |
| . Spring Time In Oregon | Triferta Poem A Thon |
| . The Falling Rain | Triferta Poem A Thon |
| “Dental Blues” | Triferta Poem A Thon |
| “Meeting God In The Lake” | Triferta Poem A Thon |
| “The Cosmic Cat In Berkeley” | Triferta Poem A Thon |
| “The God Dog In Goa” | Triferta Poem A Thon |
| 1. Lost And Found | Triferta Poem A Thon |
| 1984 Lives On | Triferta Poem A Thon |
| Decline Of America | Scarlet Leaf Review |
| Dogs Of War Howling | Scarlet Leaf Review |
| 2. My Mother’s History | Scarlet Leaf Review |
| 2. Donald Trump And The Vulgarians Rise To Power | Tuck |
| 2. Imagining The End Of The World | Tuck |
| 3. No More Coffee Blues * | Hill Rag |
| Additional Publication Vendue Need to be Confirmed | |
| 3. Conversation With Teddy Roosevelt | |
| 3. Strong Wine | |
| 4. Watching Cats Hunt | |
| 4. Dragon Flies In My Mind | |
| 4. The Shape Of History | |
| 4. Voices Of My Doom | |
| 5. Cats | |
| 5. Rapid City No Where | |
| 5. Reflections | |
| 5. Yesterday Morning | |
| 6. Suburban Laundromat Blues | |
| A Million Ways To Say I Love You | |
| American Dream | |
| Best Friend In The Universe | |
| Black Vultures | |
| Blue Blues | |
| Brain Fever | |
| Capital Hill In The Sprng | |
| Cats Hunting | |
| Chains That Bind | |
| Charles Bukowski Road Not Chosen | |
| Cheating Death 20 Times | |
| Coffee My Secret Lover | |
| Coffee Revolution | |
| Coffee The Drink Of Revolutionaries | |
| Confucian Thoughs For The Modern Era | |
| Decline Of America | |
| Dogs Of War Howling | |
| Donald Trump Our Compassionate Dear Leader | |
| Dream Girl | |
| Enemy Of The People | |
| Fallen Dreams Litter The Ground | |
| God Drinks Coffee | |
| How I Married Girl Of My Dreams | |
| Howling At The Moon | |
| I Like My Coffee | |
| Jesus Must Die Again | |
| 1. Lost And Found | |
| 2. Donald Trump And The Vulgarians Rise To Power | |
| 3. Strong Wine | |
| 4. The Shape Of History | |
| 5. Yesterday Morning | |
| Corona Ghosts Stalk The President | |
| Corona Virus Stalks Me | |
| General Corona Leads His Troops | |
| A New Year’S Visit To The Oregon Coast | |
| Love Conquers Hate | |
| Bus Fantasy | |
Coffee Poems
Snarling Cup of Coffee*
No More Coffee Blues*
Ode to Coffee*
Published in Fiction café, Eskimo Pie, Creativity Webzine, Poetry Soup, All Poetry and Duane’s Poetree http://www.fictionalcafe.com/, and Coffee with Underhill
Love Poems
The Story of How We Met *
Million Ways to Say I Love You *
Chains that Bind Us *
Where Do You and I Begin *
Published in Love Poetry http://www.blessedwithlove.com/poem/the–story–of–how–we–met
Lost and Found *
Published in Paragon Journal https://www.theparagonjournal.com/
Published in Duane’s Poetree
Best Friend in the Universe*
Published in Whispers (defunct)
Political Rants
The Eye in the Sky *
published in Aphelion
The Decline of America*
The Dogs of War are Howling *
Published in Tuck Magazine http://tuckmagazine.com/2016/10/17/poetry570/
Kill the 20th Century *
Published in Scarlet Leaf Review
When Will This Madness End ?*
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Published in Poetry 24
Religious Visions
Imagining the End of the World * Published in Ariel Chart http://arielchart.blogspot.com/sear
Meeting God in a Lake *
The Cosmic Cat From Berkeley *
The Cosmic Dog From Goal *
Published in Scarlet Leaf Review
Travels
Rapid City No Where*
Berkeley
Wagontire, Oregon
Lithia Springs
Published in Teferet Journal Poem a Thon April 2017
Spring Time in Capitol Hill*
Published in Writers’s Newsletter
Strange Visions
Life’s Journey
Published in Whispers http://whispersinthewind333.blogspot.com/
Bad Craziness
Published in Man in the Street
A Time Long Ago
The Thing
Nebulous Night of Darkness
Gathering Storm Clouds
Fears
Prison Games
Published in Raven Cage Zine
https://drive.google.com/file/d/11JDJV0VaFHuphqdfQ2_Kx9ZUXNAmhRId/view?usp=sharing
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Dental Torture Blues
Published in Scarlet Leaf Review
Ghosts from World War 11
Published in All Poetry, Poetry Soup
One Night in Bombay
Published in Horror/Sleaze/Trash
http://www.horrorsleazetrash.com/uncategorized/jake–cosmos–aller/
Unhinged Lunatic Howling at the Full Moon
Published in All Poetry, Poetry Soup, Duane’s Poetree, and Cosmosfunnel
My Mother’s History
Conservation with Teddy Roosevelt
Watching Cats Hunt
Cats
Published in Outlaw Poetry
https://outlawpoetry.com/2017/five–poems–by–jake–cosmos–aller/ and in Pengician and
in Pengician
Mozart Blues
Published in All Poetry, Poetry Soup, Duane’s Poetree, and Cosmosfunnel
Old Man in the Mirror Must Die
Published in Published in Horror/Sleaze/Trash http://www.horrorsleazetrash.com/uncategorized/jake–cosmos–aller/
One Mystic Shrouded Night *
Published in Event Horizon
| April 2021 chapbook | Poetry Superhighway |
Pre-April Writer’s Digest Warm-Up PoemsLet’s Resolve Old Man Reflects Upon Universal Truth Almost Died 22 Times Every Day I Turn on My Computer Thursday, April 1, 2021Coffee Pot Blues Poetry Who Is Jake Cosmos Aller? Good Golly, Miss Molly Sam Adams Woke Up Dead Friday, April 2, 2021Stranded on Mars Falling in Love with My Dream Woman, Voila! (Remember Something in A Short Lyric Burst) The Future Is Here Saturday, April 3, 2021 Life as a Retired Expat in Korea Modern Connections Writers Digest Surprise Haiku Personal Universe Deck Superman on Mars Cat People Weather Poem Sunday, April 4, 2021 Mirror Poem Errors in My Life Little Houses on The Hill-Side April 5The First Time I Saw Her Not Alone Potential Mistake We are Living in SF World Life is a Dream of Chocolate Covered Trees Memories of JC Write About an Eccentric Character Mary’s Tales from the Grave God’s to Do List Imprisoned for a Crime He Did Not Do They Both Giggled All the Time What is Love? Prime Love Three Tea Haiku for Teaku Competition Haiku Mad Monk in the temple In The Morning Light Drinking his hot tea |
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| Poetry Super Highway Chapbook 2020 Snarling Cup of Coffee
Coffee Poems Snarling Cup of Coffee* No More Coffee Blues* Ode to Coffee* Love Poems The Story of How We Met * Million Ways to Say I Love You * Chains that Bind Us * Where Do You and I Begin * Lost and Found * Best Friend in the Universe* Political Rants The Eye in the Sky * The Decline of America* The Dogs of War are Howling * Kill the 20th Century * When Will This Madness End ?* Hurricanes from Hell * Bombs Away * It Can’t Happen Here Masters of the Universe Fake News Idiots in High Places Long Live the Great and Powerful One Religious Visions Imagining the End of the World * Meeting God in a Lake * The Cosmic Cat From Berkeley * The Cosmic Dog From Goal * God Does Not Talk to Idiots God’s Message to Reverend Bakker 3 Travels Rapid City No Where* Because of You I’m in a Seattle Kind of Mood Berkeley Spring Time in Capitol Hill* Wagontire, Oregon Lithia Springs Strange Visions Life’s Journey Bad Craziness A Time Long Ago The Thing Nebulous Night of Darkness Gathering Storm Clouds Fears Prison Games Dental Torture Blues Ghosts from World War 11 One Night in Bombay Unhinged Lunatic Howling at the Full Moon Life’s Journey My Mother’s History Conservation with Teddy Roosevelt Watching Cats Hunt Cats Mozart Blues Old Man in the Mirror Must Die * Prayer to the Computer Gods One Mystic Shrouded Night * |
Where I am Published Complete List
| falling rain | Random Poem Tree |
| old man in the mirror must die | Random Poem Tree |
| bus fantasy | Random Poem Tree |
| white lady | The Opiate |
| just another night in the city of angels | Ariel Chart |
| imaging the end of the world | Ariel Chart |
| no more coffee blues | Ariel Chart |
| slime patrol to the rescu | The Blue Nib Literary Magazine |
| the fog | The Blue Nib Literary Magazine |
| one moment, one day | Haiku Journal |
| A New Year’s Visit to the Oregon Coast | Former People: A Journal of Bangs and Whimpers |
| casino thoughts | Former People: A Journal of Bangs and Whimpers |
| Indian Casino Thoughts | Former People: A Journal of Bangs and Whimpers |
| what am I DNA results | Ariel Chart |
| A New Year’s Visit to the Oregon Coast | Qutub Minar Review |
| love conquers hate | Qutub Minar Review |
| donald trump our compasionate leader | Poetry24 |
| merry christmas from AT and T | Poetry24 |
| Mr President, it is a gun situation | Poetry24 |
| market rules us all | Minnie’s Diary: A Southern Literary Review |
| God’s Confession | Otherwise Engaged |
| Mr. Trump Tear Down This Wall | Poets Facing The Wall |
| walls divide us | Poets Facing The Wall |
| green trees don’t make it | Soft Cartel |
| siren song of doom | Soft Cartel |
| a dream journey | Ink Pantry |
| insanity lives | Ink Pantry |
| interview | Ink Pantry |
| morning bright, evening delight | Ink Pantry |
| reality hits | Ink Pantry |
| just an unhinged lunatic | Inner Circle Writers’ Group Galaxy Anthology Series |
| bus ride | Spillwords Press |
| dream girl | Chicken Soup for the Soul Series |
| bus ride | Spillwords Press |
| dark dangerous thoughts | Spillwords Press |
| Hitchiking tales | Spillwords Press |
| driving in the end of the world | Poetry24 |
| Hell is Here to Stay | Bad Nudes |
| my name is nobody | Down in the Dirt |
| strangness in the air | Down in the Dirt |
| fake calls | River Sandha Review |
| Hell is Here to Stay | River Sandha Review |
| donald trump and the vulgarians rise to power | Two Drops of Ink |
| lost and found | Two Drops of Ink |
| strong wine | Two Drops of Ink |
| voices of my doom | Two Drops of Ink |
| snarling cup of coffee chapbook | Poetry Super Highway |
| fake Jake | Nthanda Review |
| fake smiles | Nthanda Review |
| the trial of the poet | Tigershark Magazine |
| dream girl | Cherry-House Press Dreams Anthology |
| gathering storm clouds | Raven Cage Zine |
| nebulous night of darkness | Raven Cage Zine |
| love haiku | Tigershark Magazine |
| howling at the moon | The Ugly Writers |
| no more coffee blues | The Ugly Writers |
| ode to coffee | The Ugly Writers |
| slease 2 | The Ugly Writers |
| snarling cup of coffee | The Ugly Writers |
| when will this darkness end | The Ugly Writers |
| no more coffee blues | HillRag |
| 7th extinction event | Academy of the Heart and Mind |
| illusions stripped away | Academy of the Heart and Mind |
| last bee | Academy of the Heart and Mind |
| one night in bombay | Horror Sleaze Trash |
| fake mosquitos | Rosette Maleficarum: A literary journal of dreams, nightmares, and madness |
| lost | Rosette Maleficarum: A literary journal of dreams, nightmares, and madness |
| old cars are king of the road again | Rosette Maleficarum: A literary journal of dreams, nightmares, and madness |
| one night in bombay | Horror Sleaze Trash |
| eye in the sky | Duane’s PoeTree |
| falling rain | Duane’s PoeTree |
| God speaks to me in a Bar | Duane’s PoeTree |
| howling at the moon | Duane’s PoeTree |
| long live the great and powerful one | Duane’s PoeTree |
| lost and found | Duane’s PoeTree |
| mozart blues | Duane’s PoeTree |
| no more coffee blues | Duane’s PoeTree |
| ode to coffee | Duane’s PoeTree |
| old man in the mirror must die | Duane’s PoeTree |
| one night in bombay | Duane’s PoeTree |
| rambling man, where do I belong? | Duane’s PoeTree |
| rapid city nowhere | Duane’s PoeTree |
| snarling cup of coffee | Duane’s PoeTree |
| spin masters spinning away | Duane’s PoeTree |
| strong wine | Duane’s PoeTree |
| suburban laundromat blues | Duane’s PoeTree |
| the decline of america | Duane’s PoeTree |
| the eye in the sky | Duane’s PoeTree |
| the revolution | Duane’s PoeTree |
| the shape of history | Duane’s PoeTree |
| dream girl 42 word story | 42 Stories Anthology |
| cosmic cat | Kelp Journal |
| ghosts of old saigon | Kelp Journal |
| Ghosts of the Chu Chi Tunnels | Kelp Journal |
| seeing ghosts | Kelp Journal |
| the cosmic cat from Berkeley | Kelp Journal |
| the cosmic dog from Goa | Kelp Journal |
| A million ways to say I love you | Blessed with Love Poems |
| I still want you | Blessed with Love Poems |
| ode to valentine day | Blessed with Love Poems |
| Agnostic Dyslectic Wonders if There is a dog | Literary Yard |
| cosmos’s cosmic calendar | Literary Yard |
| Its a dog’s life for me | Literary Yard |
| the cosmic dog from Goa | Literary Yard |
| reflections | Scarlet Leaf Review |
| dragon flies in my mind | Scarlet Leaf Review |
| one crazy day | Scarlet Leaf Review |
| 7th extinction event | Academy of the Heart and Mind |
| last bee | Academy of the Heart and Mind |
| 2019 the year that was | Synchronized Chaos |
| dogs of war are howling | Synchronized Chaos |
| dreams | Synchronized Chaos |
| fate | Synchronized Chaos |
| idiots in high places | Synchronized Chaos |
| masters of the universe | Synchronized Chaos |
| the terrifying teens | Synchronized Chaos |
| when will this madness end? | Synchronized Chaos |
| buddha cat | The UNIverse Journal |
| cats | The UNIverse Journal |
| cats fighting in Incheon | The UNIverse Journal |
| cosmic cats | The UNIverse Journal |
| demon cat | The UNIverse Journal |
| buddha cat | The UNIverse Journal |
| cat fight in Incheon | The UNIverse Journal |
| demon cat | The UNIverse Journal |
| night terrors | Tigershark Magazine |
| snarling cup of coffee | Down in the Dirt |
| cheating death 22 times | Academy of the Heart and Mind |
| end times | Ariel Chart |
| Charles Bukowski Road Not Taken | Down in the Dirt |
| fallen dreams litter the ground | Down in the Dirt |
| Hitchiking tales | Down in the Dirt |
| howling at the moon | Down in the Dirt |
| dear Microsoft why I left you | Lotus-eater |
| I am writing to let you know | ActiveMuse |
| 2019 the year that was | Ink Pantry |
| cheating death 22 times | Ink Pantry |
| cthulhu’s revenge | Ink Pantry |
| dreams | Ink Pantry |
| escape from hell | Ink Pantry |
| fate | Ink Pantry |
| ghoul haunted woodlands of weir | Ink Pantry |
| the bench | Ink Pantry |
| the oyster speaks up | Ink Pantry |
| the terrifying teens | Ink Pantry |
| morning light | Spillwords Press |
| dora the galactic explorer | Two Drops of Ink |
| Last Year of American Greatness | Two Drops of Ink |
| mocking faces | Two Drops of Ink |
| morning light | Two Drops of Ink |
| wild man sits in gilded cage | Two Drops of Ink |
| 2019 the year that was | Scarlet Leaf Review |
| dreams | Scarlet Leaf Review |
| fate | Scarlet Leaf Review |
| the oyster speaks up | Scarlet Leaf Review |
| the terrifying teens | Scarlet Leaf Review |
| 2019 the year that was | Sixfold: the completely writer-voted journal |
| dreams | Sixfold: the completely writer-voted journal |
| fate | Sixfold: the completely writer-voted journal |
| terrifying teens | Sixfold: the completely writer-voted journal |
| the oyster speaks up | Sixfold: the completely writer-voted journal |
| 3 am nightmares | 45 Magazine Women’s Literary Journal |
| fake gods | 45 Magazine Women’s Literary Journal |
| shape of history | 45 Magazine Women’s Literary Journal |
| strong wine | 45 Magazine Women’s Literary Journal |
| The Revolution Is Coming | The Beatnik Cowboy |
| Fate Intervened | The Creativity Webzine |
| God drinks coffee | The Creativity Webzine |
| howling at the moon | The Creativity Webzine |
| Requiem for An Era | The Creativity Webzine |
| the truth shall set you free | The Creativity Webzine |
| Wild Things Happen | The Creativity Webzine |
| corona virus haiku | FourXFour Poetry Journal |
| buddha cat | Hypertext Magazine / Hypertext Review |
| cosmic cat | Hypertext Magazine / Hypertext Review |
| cosmic dogs | Hypertext Magazine / Hypertext Review |
| Meeting God in a Lake | Hypertext Magazine / Hypertext Review |
| meeting god in bombay | Hypertext Magazine / Hypertext Review |
| chaos | Spillwords Press |
| all poetry submissions | All Poetry |
| poetry magnum opus collection | Magnum Opus International Poetry Anthology |
| poetry nook collection | Poetry Nook Weekly Contest |
| poetry soup submission | Poetry Soup |
| corona poems | Spillwords Press |
| dora the galactic explorer | Spillwords Press |
| every day I turn on the news | Spillwords Press |
| I am writing to let you know | ActiveMuse |
| the virus king cried | The Muse: An International Journal of Poetry |
| mocking faces | Spillwords Press |
| cosmic cat | The HyperTexts |
| cosmic dogs | The HyperTexts |
| Meeting God in a Lake | The HyperTexts |
| meeting god in bombay | The HyperTexts |
| signs of the apocalypse | The HyperTexts |
| back of the bus | THE POET Anthology Series |
| bus ride | THE POET Anthology Series |
| cross country trip part one | THE POET Anthology Series |
| Hitchiking tales | THE POET Anthology Series |
| End of America | Plethora Blogazine |
| watching the news as 110,000 Americans Die | Plethora Blogazine |
| wearing a mask is not a political statement | Plethora Blogazine |
| wearing masks saves life | Plethora Blogazine |
| Who are you going to believe, me or your lying eye | Plethora Blogazine |
| Dream lover | Sick Lit Magazine |
| dream tanaga | Sick Lit Magazine |
| Just Enough for Coffee – Homeless Poems | Unhoused: Yearning for Home |
| Stairway to Heaven | Down in the Dirt |
| meeting the grim reaper | Spillwords Press |
| America where are thou | Synchronized Chaos |
| bad craziness Rising | Synchronized Chaos |
| just an unhinged lunatic | Synchronized Chaos |
| one night in bombay | Synchronized Chaos |
| visiting father’s grave | Synchronized Chaos |
| waiting for the rapture | Synchronized Chaos |
| falling rain | Synchronized Chaos |
| God is coming | Synchronized Chaos |
| God’s Confession | Synchronized Chaos |
| just an unhinged lunatic | Synchronized Chaos |
| long live the great and powerful one | Synchronized Chaos |
| ode to coffee | Synchronized Chaos |
| old man in the mirror must die | Synchronized Chaos |
| spin masters spinning away | Synchronized Chaos |
| another gun poem | Ink Pantry |
| Encountering Aliens | Ink Pantry |
| Encounters with the Storm Gods | Ink Pantry |
| Things My Parents Taught Me | Ink Pantry |
| Madmen With Guns | Querencia Press |
| Lonely Dog | Down in the Dirt |
| The Association of the Living Dead | Down in the Dirt |
| the last ride | Down in the Dirt |
| The lonely mother duck | Down in the Dirt |
| The Secret Fly Drone | Down in the Dirt |
| Dazzling Light Of The Full Moon | Spillwords Press |
| Lonely Dog | Spillwords Press |
| The Full Moon Septolet | Spillwords Press |
| Water, Water Everywhere | Spillwords Press |
| Secret Gateways | Synchronized Chaos |
| The Association of the Living Dead | Synchronized Chaos |
| The last Race | Synchronized Chaos |
| The lonely mother duck | Synchronized Chaos |
| The Secret Fly Drone | Synchronized Chaos |
| travel to Gangwha | Synchronized Chaos |
| Lonely Dog | The Ugly Writers |
| The Association of the Living Dead | The Ugly Writers |
| The last Race | The Ugly Writers |
| The New King Of Humanity Emerges Sunday Whirl | The Ugly Writers |
| The Secret Fly Drone | The Ugly Writers |
| Water, Water Everywhere | The Ugly Writers |
| bad teeth | Scarlet Leaf Review |
| buddha cat | Scarlet Leaf Review |
| Charles Bukowski Road Not Taken | Scarlet Leaf Review |
| cheating death 22 times | Scarlet Leaf Review |
| cthulhu’s revenge | Scarlet Leaf Review |
| Dear Republicans, What Is Wrong with You? | Scarlet Leaf Review |
| dental torture blues | Scarlet Leaf Review |
| dreams | Scarlet Leaf Review |
| end of times approach | Scarlet Leaf Review |
| escape from hell | Scarlet Leaf Review |
| God Calls the grimm reaper | Scarlet Leaf Review |
| God Does Not Talk to Idiots | Scarlet Leaf Review |
| god talks to Reverend Baaker | Scarlet Leaf Review |
| Kill the 20th Century | Scarlet Leaf Review |
| more dental blues | Scarlet Leaf Review |
| morning thoughts | Scarlet Leaf Review |
| october blues | Scarlet Leaf Review |
| old man visits wife’s grave | Scarlet Leaf Review |
| one crazy day | Scarlet Leaf Review |
| revolt of the sharks | Black Ink Horror |
| Europa Rides on | THE POET Anthology Series |
| when Russia invaded | THE POET Anthology Series |
| make love not war | Raven Cage Zine |
| Putin’s Deranged Press Conference | Raven Cage Zine |
| Putin’s Dream | Raven Cage Zine |
| Rep. Boebert Scumbag of the Week | Raven Cage Zine |
| Ukrainian Refugees Fleeing for their Lives | Raven Cage Zine |
| When Russia invaded Ukraine | Raven Cage Zine |
| COSMOS Bans Ground Hog | Raven Cage Zine |
| COSMOS Had Other ideas | Raven Cage Zine |
| COSMOS Takes Control | Raven Cage Zine |
| Cosmos Takes Over | Raven Cage Zine |
| COSMOS Takes Over the World Killing Machines | Raven Cage Zine |
| Shadow on the Snow, The Last Ground Hog Day | Raven Cage Zine |
| 5 love haiku | Every Writer |
| 50 word horror stories | Every Writer |
| 50word SF | Every Writer |
| horror haiku | Every Writer |
| six word memoir | Every Writer |
| COSMOS Bans Ground Hog | Raven Cage Zine |
| COSMOS Had Other ideas | Raven Cage Zine |
| COSMOS Takes Control | Raven Cage Zine |
| Cosmos Takes Over | Raven Cage Zine |
| COSMOS Takes Over the World Killing Machines | Raven Cage Zine |
| Shadow on the Snow, The Last Ground Hog Day | Raven Cage Zine |
| My Mother’s History | THE POET Anthology Series |
| crazy love nonet | Blessed with Love Poems |
| Love drug | Blessed with Love Poems |
| love etheree | Blessed with Love Poems |
| love jones | Blessed with Love Poems |
| seeing your love | Blessed with Love Poems |
| Good-Bye 2021 Good Riddance | Literary Yard |
| Seeing Demons | Literary Yard |
| Seek the Light | Literary Yard |
| ten haiflu | Literary Yard |
| The Darkness Spreads | Literary Yard |
| winter senryu | Failed Haiku: A Journal of English Senryu |
| My Mother’s History | CERASUS Magazine |
| DNA Does Not Lie, or Does It? | THE POET Anthology Series |
| Family History Revealed | THE POET Anthology Series |
| Father’s Son | THE POET Anthology Series |
| Thoughts on Visiting the Holocaust Memorial Museum | THE POET Anthology Series |
| Left Hand of Reality | Bizarro Press Anthology of Gonzo/Pulp/Bizarre |
| love trinet | Bizarro Press Anthology of Gonzo/Pulp/Bizarre |
| true love | Bizarro Press Anthology of Gonzo/Pulp/Bizarre |
| I want you right now | Blessed with Love Poems |
| climate change ten years after the fall | Two Drops of Ink |
| The Lion King Speaks Up | Two Drops of Ink |
| Wild Things Run Amuk | Two Drops of Ink |
| wild things v2 | Two Drops of Ink |
| yesterday morning | Two Drops of Ink |
| Jack Daniel’s Failed Intervention Fan Story | Unlikely Stories |
| wild things | THE POET Anthology Series |
| Wild Things Run Amuk | THE POET Anthology Series |
| where do you and I begin | Blessed with Love Poems |
| I shall always remember | All Poetry |
| I shall always remember | Poetry Magnum Opus |
| I shall always remember | Poetry Nook Weekly Contest |
| I shall always remember | Poetry Soup |
| I shall always remember | PoetryCircle |
| I shall always remember | Sweek MicroFiction Challenge |
| I shall always remember | Wattpad |
| cancelled culture needs to be cancelled | Journal of Expressive Writing |
| Sam Adams Met the Girl of His Dreams | Prolific Press |
| Best Friend for 60 years | THE POET Anthology Series |
| Best Friend in the Universe | THE POET Anthology Series |
| Best friend in the Universe is my Wife. | THE POET Anthology Series |
| My Memory Bank | THE POET Anthology Series |
| Saudade For Friends I Have Lost | THE POET Anthology Series |
| buddha cat | THE POET Anthology Series |
| meeting God in a Lake | THE POET Anthology Series |
| Thoughts on Visiting the Holocaust Memorial Museum | Poetry Super Highway |
| Enough of Your Useless Prayers | Otherwise Engaged |
| evergreen trees haiku | Pure Haiku |
| five haiku about fate | Pure Haiku |
| buddha cat | The Creativity Webzine |
| cosmic cat | The Creativity Webzine |
| cosmic dogs | The Creativity Webzine |
| meeting God in a Lake | The Creativity Webzine |
| meeting god in bombay | The Creativity Webzine |
| 2021 Haiku | Journal of Expressive Writing |
| Lone Foreigner Hiking the Seoul City Wall | Down in the Dirt |
| old man visits wife’s grave | Down in the Dirt |
| Lone Foreigner Hiking the Seoul City Wall | Former People: A Journal of Bangs and Whimpers |
| dear Republicans in Congress | Scarlet Leaf Review |
| Lone Foreigner Hiking the Seoul City Wall | Scarlet Leaf Review |
| old man visits wife’s grave | Scarlet Leaf Review |
| the president’s words ring hollow | Scarlet Leaf Review |
| the rainbow beckons | Scarlet Leaf Review |
| getting lucky | Ink Pantry |
| The Rising Storm of Sedition Overwhelms Us All | Ink Pantry |
| Tired and Burned Out – Welcome to 2021 | Ink Pantry |
| Toilet Gate Fit Metaphor for The End of The Trump | Ink Pantry |
| waiting for the day | Ink Pantry |
| Tired and Burned Out – Welcome to 2021 | Scarlet Leaf Review |
| Toilet Gate Fit Metaphor for The End of The Trump | Scarlet Leaf Review |
| getting lucky | Two Drops of Ink |
| The Rising Storm of Sedition Overwhelms Us All | Two Drops of Ink |
| Tired and Burned Out – Welcome to 2021 | Two Drops of Ink |
| Toilet Gate Fit Metaphor for The End of The Trump | Two Drops of Ink |
| waiting for the day | Two Drops of Ink |
| Eve Ate the Apple | Spillwords Press |
| just enough for coffee | Spillwords Press |
| The Strangers Sleeping On The Street | Spillwords Press |
| just enough for coffee | Two Drops of Ink |
| Christmas bombing in Nashville | Synchronized Chaos |
| Eve Ate the Apple | Synchronized Chaos |
| just enough for coffee | Synchronized Chaos |
| the national hangover | Synchronized Chaos |
| The Strangers Sleeping On The Street | Synchronized Chaos |
| The Year The World Came Unhinged | Writer’s Egg Magazine |
| 270,000 corona ghosts Crash the President’s Party | Rejected Manuscripts |
| corona ghosts crash the party | Rejected Manuscripts |
| Politicians lying as people lay dying | Rejected Manuscripts |
| politicians lying while people lay dying | Writer’s Egg Magazine |
| thanksgiving thoughts | Writer’s Egg Magazine |
| 81 word dreams do come true | 81 Words Anthology |
| the best is yet to come short version | Poetry24 |
| halloween chapbook | Local Gems Poetry Press |
| 3 5 7 Love Poem | Down in the Dirt |
| If You Have Been Around | Down in the Dirt |
| corona ghosts stalk the president | Writer’s Egg Magazine |
| corona virus stalks me | Writer’s Egg Magazine |
| general corona leads his troops | Writer’s Egg Magazine |
| mad mask fear | Writer’s Egg Magazine |
| news is grim | Writer’s Egg Magazine |
| wearing a mask is not a political statement | Writer’s Egg Magazine |
| mad mask fear | Poetry and Covid |
| news is grim | Poetry and Covid |
| Black Whites Do Not Matter, Part Two | Goat’s Milk Magazine |
| Giant Nazi Speaks | 42 Stories Anthology |
| Waiting for the Grim Reaper’s Decision | Subterranean Blue Poetry |
| 15 day challenge | Local Gems Poetry Press |
| how I married the girl of my dreams | The Creativity Webzine |
| dejavu all over again | Raven Cage Zine |
| failure is not an option | Raven Cage Zine |
| general failure reading disk drive | Raven Cage Zine |
| On failure | Raven Cage Zine |
| dejavu all over again | The Ugly Writers |
| failure is not an option | The Ugly Writers |
| total successor or total failure | Journal of Expressive Writing |
| dream love questions sekoku | Local Gems Poetry Press |
| Love explained to a space alien | Blessed with Love Poems |
| old man lies dying refrain | Open Arts Forum |
| old man shoved by police | Open Arts Forum |
| who are you going to believe | Open Arts Forum |
| world watches in horror | Open Arts Forum |
| american violence | FanStory |
| the great divorce | FanStory |
| wearing a mask is not a political statement | FanStory |
| wearing masks saves life | FanStory |
| who are you going to believe | FanStory |
| world watches in horror | FanStory |
| Dream lover | Sick Lit Magazine |
| dream tanaga | Sick Lit Magazine |
| rafting to hell | Sick Lit Magazine |
| satanic torture | Sick Lit Magazine |
| worlds within worlds | Sick Lit Magazine |
| End of America | Plethora Blogazine |
| watching the news as 110,000 Americans Die | Plethora Blogazine |
| wearing a mask is not a political statement | Plethora Blogazine |
| wearing masks saves life | Plethora Blogazine |
| Who are you going to believe, me or your lying eye | Plethora Blogazine |
| back of the bus | THE POET Anthology Series |
| bus ride | THE POET Anthology Series |
| cross country trip part one | THE POET Anthology Series |
| Hitchiking tales | THE POET Anthology Series |
| cosmic cat | The HyperTexts |
| cosmic dogs | The HyperTexts |
| Meeting God in a Lake | The HyperTexts |
| meeting god in bombay | The HyperTexts |
| signs of the apocalypse | The HyperTexts |
| mocking faces | Spillwords Press |
| I am writing to let you know | ActiveMuse |
| the virus king cried | The Muse: An International Journal of Poetry |
| all poetry submissions | All Poetry |
| poetry magnum opus collection | Magnum Opus International Poetry Anthology |
| poetry nook collection | Poetry Nook Weekly Contest |
| poetry soup submission | Poetry Soup |
| corona poems | Spillwords Press |
| dora the galactic explorer | Spillwords Press |
| every day I turn on the news | Spillwords Press |
| chaos | Spillwords Press |
| buddha cat | Hypertext Magazine / Hypertext Review |
| cosmic cat | Hypertext Magazine / Hypertext Review |
| cosmic dogs | Hypertext Magazine / Hypertext Review |
| Meeting God in a Lake | Hypertext Magazine / Hypertext Review |
| meeting god in bombay | Hypertext Magazine / Hypertext Review |
| corona virus haiku | FourXFour Poetry Journal |
| Fate Intervened | The Creativity Webzine |
| God drinks coffee | The Creativity Webzine |
| howling at the moon | The Creativity Webzine |
| Requiem for An Era | The Creativity Webzine |
| the truth shall set you free | The Creativity Webzine |
| Wild Things Happen | The Creativity Webzine |
| 3 am nightmares | 45 Magazine Women’s Literary Journal |
| fake gods | 45 Magazine Women’s Literary Journal |
| shape of history | 45 Magazine Women’s Literary Journal |
| strong wine | 45 Magazine Women’s Literary Journal |
| The Revolution Is Coming | The Beatnik Cowboy |
| 2019 the year that was | Sixfold: the completely writer-voted journal |
| dreams | Sixfold: the completely writer-voted journal |
| fate | Sixfold: the completely writer-voted journal |
| terrifying teens | Sixfold: the completely writer-voted journal |
| the oyster speaks up | Sixfold: the completely writer-voted journal |
| 2019 the year that was | Scarlet Leaf Review |
| dreams | Scarlet Leaf Review |
| fate | Scarlet Leaf Review |
| the oyster speaks up | Scarlet Leaf Review |
| the terrifying teens | Scarlet Leaf Review |
| dora the galactic explorer | Two Drops of Ink |
| Last Year of American Greatness | Two Drops of Ink |
| mocking faces | Two Drops of Ink |
| morning light | Two Drops of Ink |
| wild man sits in gilded cage | Two Drops of Ink |
| 2019 the year that was | Ink Pantry |
| cheating death 22 times | Ink Pantry |
| cthulhu’s revenge | Ink Pantry |
| dreams | Ink Pantry |
| escape from hell | Ink Pantry |
| fate | Ink Pantry |
| ghoul haunted woodlands of weir | Ink Pantry |
| the bench | Ink Pantry |
| the oyster speaks up | Ink Pantry |
| the terrifying teens | Ink Pantry |
| morning light | Spillwords Press |
| I am writing to let you know | ActiveMuse |
| dear Microsoft why I left you | Lotus-eater |
| Charles Bukowski Road Not Taken | Down in the Dirt |
| fallen dreams litter the ground | Down in the Dirt |
| Hitchiking tales | Down in the Dirt |
| howling at the moon | Down in the Dirt |
| cheating death 22 times | Academy of the Heart and Mind |
| end times | Ariel Chart |
| snarling cup of coffee | Down in the Dirt |
| night terrors | Tigershark Magazine |
| buddha cat | The UNIverse Journal |
| cat fight in Incheon | The UNIverse Journal |
| demon cat | The UNIverse Journal |
| buddha cat | The UNIverse Journal |
| cats | The UNIverse Journal |
| cats fighting in Incheon | The UNIverse Journal |
| cosmic cats | The UNIverse Journal |
| demon cat | The UNIverse Journal |
| 2019 the year that was | Synchronized Chaos |
| dogs of war are howling | Synchronized Chaos |
| dreams | Synchronized Chaos |
| fate | Synchronized Chaos |
| idiots in high places | Synchronized Chaos |
| masters of the universe | Synchronized Chaos |
| the terrifying teens | Synchronized Chaos |
| when will this madness end? | Synchronized Chaos |
| end of the world blues | Synchronized Chaos |
| 7th extinction event | Academy of the Heart and Mind |
| last bee | Academy of the Heart and Mind |
| dragon flies in my mind | Scarlet Leaf Review |
| one crazy day | Scarlet Leaf Review |
| reflections | Scarlet Leaf Review |
| A million ways to say I love you | Blessed with Love Poems |
| I still want you | Blessed with Love Poems |
| ode to valentine day | Blessed with Love Poems |
| Agnostic Dyslectic Wonders if There is a dog | Literary Yard |
| cosmos’s cosmic calendar | Literary Yard |
| Its a dog’s life for me | Literary Yard |
| the cosmic dog from Goa | Literary Yard |
| cosmic cat | Kelp Journal |
| ghosts of old saigon | Kelp Journal |
| Ghosts of the Chu Chi Tunnels | Kelp Journal |
| seeing ghosts | Kelp Journal |
| the cosmic cat from Berkeley | Kelp Journal |
| the cosmic dog from Goa | Kelp Journal |
| dream girl 42 word story | 42 Stories Anthology |
| eye in the sky | Duane’s PoeTree |
| falling rain | Duane’s PoeTree |
| God speaks to me in a Bar | Duane’s PoeTree |
| howling at the moon | Duane’s PoeTree |
| long live the great and powerful one | Duane’s PoeTree |
| lost and found | Duane’s PoeTree |
| mozart blues | Duane’s PoeTree |
| no more coffee blues | Duane’s PoeTree |
| ode to coffee | Duane’s PoeTree |
| old man in the mirror must die | Duane’s PoeTree |
| one night in bombay | Duane’s PoeTree |
| rambling man, where do I belong? | Duane’s PoeTree |
| rapid city nowhere | Duane’s PoeTree |
| snarling cup of coffee | Duane’s PoeTree |
| spin masters spinning away | Duane’s PoeTree |
| strong wine | Duane’s PoeTree |
| suburban laundromat blues | Duane’s PoeTree |
| the decline of america | Duane’s PoeTree |
| the eye in the sky | Duane’s PoeTree |
| the revolution | Duane’s PoeTree |
| the shape of history | Duane’s PoeTree |
| one night in bombay | Horror Sleaze Trash |
| 7th extinction event | Academy of the Heart and Mind |
| illusions stripped away | Academy of the Heart and Mind |
| last bee | Academy of the Heart and Mind |
| one night in bombay | Horror Sleaze Trash |
| fake mosquitos | Rosette Maleficarum: A literary journal of dreams, nightmares, and madness |
| lost | Rosette Maleficarum: A literary journal of dreams, nightmares, and madness |
| old cars are king of the road again | Rosette Maleficarum: A literary journal of dreams, nightmares, and madness |
| no more coffee blues | HillRag |
| love haiku | Tigershark Magazine |
| howling at the moon | The Ugly Writers |
| no more coffee blues | The Ugly Writers |
| ode to coffee | The Ugly Writers |
| slease 2 | The Ugly Writers |
| snarling cup of coffee | The Ugly Writers |
| when will this darkness end | The Ugly Writers |
| dream girl | Cherry-House Press Dreams Anthology |
| gathering storm clouds | Raven Cage Zine |
| nebulous night of darkness | Raven Cage Zine |
| the trial of the poet | Tigershark Magazine |
| fake Jake | Nthanda Review |
| fake smiles | Nthanda Review |
| snarling cup of coffee chapbook | Poetry Super Highway |
| donald trump and the vulgarians rise to power | Two Drops of Ink |
| lost and found | Two Drops of Ink |
| strong wine | Two Drops of Ink |
| voices of my doom | Two Drops of Ink |
| fake calls | River Sandha Review |
| Hell is Here to Stay | River Sandha Review |
| my name is nobody | Down in the Dirt |
| strangness in the air | Down in the Dirt |
| Hell is Here to Stay | Bad Nudes |
| driving in the end of the world | Poetry24 |
| bus ride | Spillwords Press |
| dark dangerous thoughts | Spillwords Press |
| Hitchiking tales | Spillwords Press |
| dream girl | Chicken Soup for the Soul Series |
| bus ride | Spillwords Press |
| just an unhinged lunatic | Inner Circle Writers’ Group Galaxy Anthology Series |
| a dream journey | Ink Pantry |
| insanity lives | Ink Pantry |
| interview | Ink Pantry |
| morning bright, evening delight | Ink Pantry |
| reality hits | Ink Pantry |
| green trees don’t make it | Soft Cartel |
| siren song of doom | Soft Cartel |
| Mr. Trump Tear Down This Wall | Poets Facing The Wall |
| walls divide us | Poets Facing The Wall |
| market rules us all | Minnie’s Diary: A Southern Literary Review |
| God’s Confession | Otherwise Engaged |
| donald trump our compasionate leader | Poetry24 |
| merry christmas from AT and T | Poetry24 |
| Mr President, it is a gun situation | Poetry24 |
| A New Year’s Visit to the Oregon Coast | Qutub Minar Review |
| love conquers hate | Qutub Minar Review |
| what am I DNA results | Ariel Chart |
| A New Year’s Visit to the Oregon Coast | Former People: A Journal of Bangs and Whimpers |
| casino thoughts | Former People: A Journal of Bangs and Whimpers |
| Indian Casino Thoughts | Former People: A Journal of Bangs and Whimpers |
| one moment, one day | Haiku Journal |
| slime patrol to the rescu | The Blue Nib Literary Magazine |
| the fog | The Blue Nib Literary Magazine |
| imaging the end of the world | Ariel Chart |
| no more coffee blues | Ariel Chart |
| just another night in the city of angels | Ariel Chart |
| white lady | The Opiate |
| bus fantasy | Random Poem Tree |
| falling rain | Random Poem Tree |
| old man in the mirror must die | Random Poem Tree |
All Poetry
snowing cherry trees
by Jake Aller on September 4, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
snowing cherry trees
litter my path
walking with my love
in the springtime cool breeze
Author notes
I love the cherry trees near my house along the world peace forest in Yeongjongdo International city
I like to drink hot coffee in the morning
by Jake Aller on September 4, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
I like to drink hot coffee in the morning
Drinking hot coffee makes it a good morning
As I drink my coffee no more mourning
But in the afternoon I like to drink my ice tea
Just like to sit there drinking being one with me
That is all that I want or need just to be
As the day turns into the night I drink wine
Looking at my lovely wife she is just mine
Filling me with love, my heart begins to shine
Author notes
The stornello is an Italian tercet (or 3-line stanza) form with 11 syllables per line and an aaa end rhyme. It’s as simple as that!
Note: There is a variant version of the stornello in which the first line of each tercet is shorter than 11 syllables, but it retains the same rhyme scheme while holding 11 syllables in both lines two and three.
Drinking coffee in the morning barzelletta
by Jake Aller on September 4, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Drinking coffee in the morning
Makes my day a goodmorning
Drinking tea in the afternoon
Just with her by my side
Recalling that date I met my fate
39 years ago today
Author notes
Poetic Form Fridays are made to share various poetic forms. This week, we look at the barzeletta (also known as the barzelletta or frottola-barzelletta), an Italian form with a few interpretations.
I first “discovered” this Italian form years ago in Lewis Turco’s The New Book of Forms, which included a short entry with the following rules:
• Couplet (or two-line) stanzas or poems
• Seven-syllable lines
• Internal rhymes
• A lot of “aphorisms, witticisms, and didacticisms”
Also, there was a variant rule for the seven-syllable lines. It was also possible to write them in blank verse in pentameter (five feet), heptameter (seven feet), or hendecasyllabic (or 11-syllable lines).
drinking my hot coffee in the morning light Sicilian Octave Poem
by Jake Aller on September 4, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
drinking my hot coffee in the morning light
thinking back on that date I met my fate
everything around me seems very bright
recalling how I met her, became my mate
in the afternoon I like to drink tea
but in the evening it must be red wine
just sitting there with my love becoming me
as I sit there drinking she becomes mine
Author notes
Here are the guidelines:
• Eight-line poem or stanza
• Iambic meter (of 10 or 11 syllables per line)
• Rhyme scheme: abababab
As with the Italian octave, there are no restrictions on subject matter for this form.
Scopion’s Child
by Jake Aller on September 4, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
I was born
Under a bad sign
The sign of the scorpion
In late October
In the year of the Goat
I did my chart once
I had five stars
In Scorpio
Sun, Rising Star, Mars,
Jupiter and Pluto
Moon in Aeries
A very Scorpion signs
Filled with passion, fire
And furry
The woman who did my chart
Said that it was a very powerful sign
And that I would accomplish great things
According to western astrologers
A Scorpio-Gemini relationship
Is a very challenging thing
But when it works
It can be one of the most
Profound relationships
According to Chinese Astrology
The goat and pig
Are the best astrological combo
The best that there can be
In the end
Does it matter
What sign I was born under?
All that matters
Is that I met and married
The woman of my dreams
And met my fate
On that date.
Author notes
born under a bad sign?
first drink
by Jake Aller on September 4, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
My first legal drink
Was a bit anti-climatic
I had gone out
To celebrate my legal age
At age 21
I could finally
Get a drink in a bar
I wanted to get
carded that night
But no one looked at my ID
I had gone to a bar
When I was 14
No one ever carded me
As I looked much older
Finally got carded
At age 32!
I thanked the guy
Saying he made my day
Author notes
the prompt was to write about your first legal drink which for me was on October 29,1979.
False Flag of False Patriots
by Jake Aller on September 4, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
The conservatives
Like to Fly the Flag
Wrapping themselves
In the flag
As they loudly proclaim
That they are the only patriots
As they defile the flag
With their hatred
Author notes
another poetical poem
Drinking My Hot Coffee in The Morning Light Italian Forms
by Jake Aller on September 4, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Drinking my hot coffee in the morning
While drinking my coffee, looking at my wife
Drinking my coffee, makes it goodmorning.
As I sit there looking at the love of my life
I sip my coffee, it takes me to heaven
She will always remain my highlife.
I go to the casino and roll seven
Feeling truly it is my lucky day
I roll again hitting the number eleven.
Felling that lady luck is by my side
I smile with love and pride at my new bride.
Author notes
Here are the guidelines for the terza rima sonnet:
• 14-line poem comprised of four tercets (or three-line stanzas) followed by a couplet (or two-line stanza)
• Rhyme scheme (capitals are refrains): aba/bcb/cdc/ded/ee
• Iambic pentameter (or 10-syllable lines for those who aren’t comfortable with meter)
Texas Abortion Law
by Jake Aller on September 4, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Words fail me
When I think
About the abortion law
In Texas
That effectively bans abortion
And empowers vigilantes
To enforce their new
Taliban like decree
And I think of new restrictions
Texas is thinking about
Criminalizing abortion
Including the death penalty
For doctors and woman
All done the proponents claim
To empower women
To protect woman
As they violate
Their basic human rights
All promoted by Christians
Showing once again
That many so-called Christians
Violate the core principles
Of their faith
In short
The new law
Is an abortion
And it is hard
To remain silent
Any more
Author notes
a political poem – you can see how I feel about the new Texas abortion law!
Berkeley beckoning me
by Jake Aller on August 18, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Berkeley Beckoning Me
I grew up
In Berkeley, California
In the early 70s
A wild and crazy time
Berkeley shaped my soul
And my heart will always
Long for my home land
Berkeley was always
A wild and zany place
Filled with original characters
Drawn to the city by the bay
The hills overlooking the city
The campus filled with students
The downtown shopping area
The suburban housing
The street people
The vendors on Telegraph
The smell of marijuana
Hanging in the air
Long before it was legal
In some ways
Berkeley seems stuck
In a time wrap
A certain corner
Seems to be forever
Stuck in 1969
The city has changed
Over the years
Like most places
It has become harder
And harder for the working class
To afford to live there
The yuppies took over
Decades ago
But despite that the city
Continues to be home
To a diverse population
Little India emerged
Along with Berkeley’s Chinatown
The old black neighborhoods
Still manages to somehow
Thrive amid the gentrification
And so as my life winds down
My thoughts keep returning
To my ancestral home
The homeland
Where I wish to die
Author notes
reflections on my home town, Berkeley, California
Izzy didn’t believe in luck until that cat crossed her path.
by Jake Aller on August 18, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Izzy didn’t believe in luck,
until that cat
crossed her path
the cat looked at her
she knew it was possessed
by the devil himself
a black satanic cat
walking in front of her
smiling at her with an evil grin
she followed the cat
into the casino
won a million dollars
with the cat looking on
she knew she had sold her soul
to Satan’s emissary the cat
but she was having the time
of her life
did not care
wine, woman, men
drugs and gambling
overtook her
she engaged
in all of her depraved desires
with the black cat
constantly watching her
recording her misdeeds
for later use
at her trial
she did not care
doubled down
and waited for her fate
Author notes
the prompt was to write a poem using the following first line Izzy didn’t believe in luck until that cat crossed her path.
autumn leaves
by Jake Aller on August 18, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
At an autumn Festival
Eating fresh red apples
Drinking wine with friends
While sitting under a blanket
With the gold and yellow leaves
Falling all around
Life is good
The falling leaves
Concur
Author notes
thoughts of autumn on my mind
coffee, tea and wine trinet
by Jake Aller on August 18, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
coffee
not tea
first thing in the morning
wakes me up to get going
hot shot
deep black
as hell
hot tea
herbal tea
afternoon delight
calms me down for the day
hot chai
iced tea
perfect
red wine
white wine
drinking wine at sunset
with the love of my life
watching sunset
drinking wine
Author notes
the prompt was to write a TriNet poem so i came up with the idea of coffee, tea and wine
seasons
by Jake Aller on August 18, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Spring times come early
Filling me with love
As I walk amid the snowing cherry trees
With the love of my life
By my side
,
Summertime heatwave
Heat dome
Wildfires burning
Floods flooding
A summer of hell on earth
,
Autumn beckons
With the weather soon turning cool
With the heat of the summer
Ending
Can’t wait for the summer of hell
To end
Winter will come again
Like it always does
But the winters are less brutal
Just a polar vortex
For a few weeks
Siberian weather
Covering the land
A little bit of snow
Then the winter ends
And the endless seasonal cycle
starts over again
Author notes
prompt was the word seasons
Kabul Has Fallen
by Jake Aller on August 18, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Kabul has fallen
The news screams
Kabul has fallen
In less than two weeks
The intel officers
Got it so wrong
Everyone said
That Kabul would not fall
That the center would hold
Yet Kabul fell
Faster than anyone thought
It would
The right-wing media
Are having a field day
Screaming
Who lost Afghanistan
As if it was ours
To begin with
The Taliban
Are playing it cool
Taking control
Letting the Americans
Leave the country
The Taliban are back
Will they be vicious
As before?
Have they learned
A lesion?
Only time will tell
History they say
Does not repeat
But it does rhyme
And the fall of Saigon
Resonates in the air
As flights flee
The fallen city
The Taliban gleefully
Taking over
And America has another black eye
A failure of leadership
A failure of vision
A failure to understand
And a failure ultimately
Of American might
Even American
For all of its power
Cannot control
Another land
So, Kabul falls
American power weakens
Politics divide us
Our enemies rejoice
In their victory
Against the arrogant Americans
Ending Pax America
And America being back
Kabul has fallen
And we can do anything
To take it back
Thousands of died
But for what?
In the end
We could not hold Kabul
For it was not ours to hold
Author notes
reflections on the fall of Kabul
Charles Bukowski Road Not Taken
by Jake Aller on August 18, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Charles Bukowski Road Not Taken Writing com
Charles Bukowski Road Not Chosen
John (“Jake”) Cosmos Aller
Published in Down in the Dirt, March 2017
While reading Charles Bukowski poetry
On the metro ride home
Listening to Buddha bar music
On my oh too hip iPod
I begin to see myself as I was
Over 30 years ago when I was merely a bit player
A minor character in a Charles Bukowski poem
A wild young underemployed intellectual
Hanging out in dismal bars and dives all over Asia and California
Hanging with disreputable women and drunks and drinkers
And characters out of his kinds of haunts
A mad poet bard of the underground
A drunken poet in a drunken bum show
That nightly played in his head
Then one day I met the woman of my dreams
And went down a different path
A long slow path to respectability
And now 30 years later
I am no longer a wild man
I am still a poet at heart
But I am now also a bureaucrat
In a button-down suite
Doing the people’s business
Working for the Government
I’ve become the Man
Sometimes I wonder
Would I have been better off
Going down that another path
Would I have ended up
Somewhere else
Doing something else
Would I have been as happy
Would I have been as successful?
No answer satisfies
The longing in my heart
For that wild thing
That still lurks beneath
It’s a civilized cover
And I know that I am still
A mad poet at heart
Railing against the injustice of the world
As I work day by day in the belly of the great beast of State
I recall the ancient Chinese saying,
“Confucian during the day while Taoist rebel at night”
Playing out in my head and nightly dreams
In the true American Upper-class patrician tradition
I close the book and look out the window
Get off the train, and walk slowly home
And realize I had no choice
But to take the path that I’ve trodden on
And so I put aside my misgivings
And say goodbye to my “Bukowski an” desires
For another night of domestic contentment
Was it worth it all to take the conventional path
And not take the bohemian road to hell and back
I look at my wife and realize
I had no choice, had no choice
But to follow her to the ends of the earth
And beyond by her side as we walked our path
Of shared destiny
Goodbye Charles Bukowski wherever you are
May I meet you in a bar in the next life
And figure out where we should have gone
Until then the drinks are on me.
Author notes
the prompt was to write a poem inspired by the Robert Frost poem, the road not taken
death date
by Jake Aller on August 18, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
As soon as she stepped
into the room
she realized that…
she was going to die
that night
for she saw
in the corner
drinking a beer
a man dressed in a dark suit
she recognized him
from her nightmares
it was the grim reaper
and it was her time
to go with him
he beckoned her
she walked over
he asked her name
Maria Lee
Well Maria lee
Your time is up
You need to come with me
To meet your maker
And learn your fate
For this is your death date
Author notes
the prompt was to write a poem or story starting with the line when she walked into the room she knew….
End of the world upon us
by Jake Aller on August 18, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Smoke in the air
Fire in the sky
Mirrors all around
Shattering into a million pieces
Deception all about
Who to believe?
Madness in the air
The scent of bad craziness
Strange times indeed
All around us signs
Revelations foretell
A thousand years ago
It is in the Bible
All there
Dark Visions
Coming to life
Trump continues to rant and rave
From his headquarters of hate
Biden struggling to maintain
Control over the world
Taliban resurgent
Thousands fleeing in terror
It seems that
the end of the world
The end of the world
is upon us
Author notes
the prompt was to write a poem using the words smoke, mirror and deception.
I celebrate the Universe
by Jake Aller on July 18, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
I celebrate the Universe
I celebrate the cosmos
I worship the universe
I am part and parcel
Of everything
Everything is everything
It is all connected
We are all part of the cosmos
And the cosmos
Is part of us
It is the divine essence
Of the universe
Speaking to us
Do we heard the voice
Of the divine
Do we see the design
In each and every one of us
Do we understand
Do we feel
Are we even alive
Yes I celebrate
My place
In the grand universe
That surrounds us all
Sustains us all
And when I leave this world
I will celebrate reaching the next level
Of the game of life.
Author notes
my attempt at a Whitman poem
Ode to Incheon Beaches
by Jake Aller on July 18, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Ode to Incheon Beaches
I recently rediscovered Korean beaches
I have been living near several beaches
Seldom going to the beach
Just too busy
With retired life
Even though
We are just a few miles away
When we went there
It was better than I had imagined
Finally solved the chronic parking problems
Not too crowded, mid-week
even during the middle
of Korean beach season
because of COVID
and the bad economy
The weather was hot
But not overwhelming
We stopped for tea
At a rustic hut
On some rocks
Overlooking the beach
Been there for 30 years
Hardly changing
The beach town itself
Is “Old school”, old fashioned
No high rises, no fancy hotels
No fancy restaurants
a bit expensive by local standards
during low tide
people go clamming
lots of fresh clams
and seafood
Pretty basic
But we liked that
the water was cleaner
Better than we had remembered
Not too many foreigners
Yet near the airport
The nearest beach to Seoul
We are planning to go
Weekly throughout the year
As long as we live
Near the beach
Why not I say?
Author notes
I recently re-discovered the beaches near my house. they are better than I remember from my last trip a year ago!
Sam Adams Walking in the Ruins Sam Adams
by Jake Aller on July 18, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Sam Adams Walking in the Ruins Sam Adams
Sam Adams
Is walking in the mountains
In the dead of winter
Through the ruins
Of the old city
25 years
After the fall
Of the old world.
He was one of the few humans
Who had survived the Coronavirus
Civilization ending virus
The subsequent nuclear war.
Which led to nuclear winter
And the next global ice age
Ending the reign of humanity
On the planet earth
Author notes
another end of the world poem based on a photo prompt supplied by my friend, Pensively 101
hot humid weather in Korea,
by Jake Aller on July 18, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
hot humid weather in Korea,
outside like walking in a sauna.
Most people don’t use air conditioning
due to both expenses,
fear of air conditioning disease
(Which is a real thing).
hanging out at a coffee shop or mall
discouraged as COVID continues to spread.
Only two people can dine out at night
over 2, 00 cases a day now
only 20 percent are fully vaccinated.
temperatures will hit 40 degrees (100 + f)
later this week
as the monsoon season ends
and the August heat begins.
Koreans are learning
new words to describe this
heat dome
tropical nights
Polar vortex
Monster typhoons
Killing floods
Killing heat waves
are now common.
used to be that July and August
were hot and humid
but rarely about 100 dF.
Now that is becoming the norm,
as global climate change
begins hitting Korea hard.
the winters are colder
but much shorter.
Late January to early February
Polar Vortex swept through
the summer is longer
starting in May
and lasting until mid-September.
Autumn is lasting
from Mid-September
to Mid-December.
Spring just late April to early June
So far no killer wildfires.
As the monsoon season
Came on time
Monson flooding
Just before the killer heatwaves
Author notes
the prompt was to write about the local weather Korea is experiencing a heat dome highs in the 90’s (40 C) real feel close to 100 F, with tropical nights in the 80s F. No relief in sight until late august, the second hottest summer in Korea so far but it will probably break the record heat
I summon You the beasts of war, let loose the dogs of war!
by Jake Aller on July 18, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
I summon You the beasts of war, let loose the dogs of war!
Satan
Sitting in his laird
In Hell Central
Was pleased.
He called forth his generals
Saying,
“I am summoning you
The beasts of war
I am unleashing the dogs of war.”
“Let Lose the Dogs of War”
Commences now.
Soon millions of people
Were fighting endless civil wars
Another insurrection here and there
Gun battles in the streets.
Fighting words on TV
Inflaming tensions
Everyone retreating
To their political/ethnic/religious tribes
Convinced God was on their side.
General Corona was doing a great job
With the coronavirus
Designed in hell’s biological weapons labs.
Then seeded among wild bats
Released in the wild
To great results.
Satan was happy
He looked at the dogs of war
They were pleased
To do their master’s bidding.
Millions perhaps billions
Of souls will be harvested soon,
Satan knew most of them
Were headed his way.
The dogs of war
Once unleashed
Are hard to restrain.
The dogs howl
At the blood-red moon.
Satan laughs
Thinking of all the havoc
Yet to come.
Author notes
the prompt was I summon You the beasts of war, i added let lose the dogs of war and away I went.
Welcome to America
by Jake Aller on July 18, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
A man dressed in clown attire,
With a nasty attitude to bear,
Was at the beginning,
Of building a bigger body,
completed with roid rage
He charges into the front office
Confronting a man sitting at the desk,
drawing out a gun
firing his guns
at the hiding escort officers,
they confirm his identity,
and the ironic number
of his ID 6666666,
his profession was revealed,
he was a ring leader,
of a militia
testing the type of violence,
driven to madness
by toxins in the water.
And the toxic voices
In his head
Screaming kill them all.
And he did.
Just another deranged gunman
On the lose
In the summer of gun violence
Welcome to America
Author notes
based on a set of world prompts from one of my favorite prompt sites, pensively 101. She posts intriguing prompts many of them photos every day.
Visions Of Infinity Still Haunts Me
by Jake Aller on July 18, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Many years ago
I had a vision
That has haunted me
Ever since
I begin thinking
In the sixth grade
About the universe
And humanity’s place
In the vastness of space
And thought about the multiverse
Endless possible worlds
And endless time
And thought what is
What is infinity?
And is there a time limit
To the universe
The vision faded
And i returned
To my humdrum boring
Sixth-grade class
I did not tell anyone
About this vision
No one would understand
What I had just envisioned
Part of the problem
Of being a genius
No one understands you
where we imagine and beyond……….
Author notes
first started thinking big thoughts like this in the 4th grade! no one could understand any of it. most adults don’t get it either.
Death of Birds in the Lake
by Jake Aller on July 18, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
A young girl
Is hanging out
At the lake in the park
After the end of the world
She was all alone
Except for her brother
Her parents had died
So had most of the rest
Of the people she knew
Admiring the birds
Swimming in the water
Looking at her
They form an instant bond
Her brother comes up
Shoots the birds
To teach his sister
A harsh lesson
In this world
Either you are a killer
Or you will be killed
She cries
For her lost friends
As her brother
Grills them for their dinner
Author notes
the poem started out one way and ended up going down a dark corner. the nature of the muse sometimes it takes you where it wants to take you. a smart writer gets out of the way.
World Burning Up, End of the World Nightmare
by Jake Aller on July 18, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
I had a nightmare
A nightmare of the future world
Coming at us,
Live in living color.
the nightmare haunted me
for days
It was just as if I were watching
it live on CNN,
it started in late August
as lightning strikes
Ignited the tinder-dry west coast.
Within days, the fires
From hell burn up
California and the entire
The west coast.
The whole world erupts,
In flames,
Canada, Europe
Russia, Latin America
Australia all goes up in flames.
the Federal government decides
that it is impossible to contain
the fires
that the whole western part
of the country
has to be abandoned.
As the west coast burns up,
they must evacuate
almost 150 million people
the biggest such evacuation
in world history.
The government mobilizes the military
To do their duty
To assist.
Republican governors led by Texas,
Declare that they will not accept
Any west coast refugees,
– they can all burn
in the hell that they caused.
It is God’s wraith
Scream the right-wing preachers
And the FOX pundits.
East Coast states, Minnesota, Michigan
Agree to take in climate refugees,
Florida refuses as monster storms hit the region.
The former president declares he agreed
That the west coast should be allowed to burn,
Demands that Biden declares martial law.
vows to return to power
If Biden can’t handle the job
He will take over.
He calls for the military
to station troops
On the border of the west coast
And shoot any refugee trying to cross over.
Militias flock to the borders
Of the west coast
Gun battles erupt
As panicked people flee
For their life in Nevada,
but Nevada soon starts burning up
with the temperatures hitting a record
150 degrees F.
the electric grid is fried
Nevadans join the exodus
millions die in the heat
and smoke
Idaho, Montana, Arizona
Burns up as well
Denying refugee
To those fleeing the fires.
The president appeals for calm and help
Demands that congress
Pass an emergency bill
To help the west coast cope.
The republicans in Congress
refuse to help
Declare that the west coast
Is on its own.
the billionaire club
vows to help out
and they do self-funding
much of the evacuations
setting up Camp Amazon
Camp Microsoft
Camp Twitter
to host the millions of refugees
everyone would get a tent
and a free phone with wifi.
fearing a huge tax hike
if they did not
at least pretend to care.
the refugee camps,
spring up in Illinois, Minnesota, Michigan
and Canada as well
The East Coast welcomes them
setting up camps in Upstate New York
The military and foreign governments
Rush to help contain the damage,
But the fires burn out of control.
Countries around the world
Offer help
But they soon find
That they are facing
similar problems
Then massive volcanos erupt
Covering the world
With lava flames
And massive dust storms.
As the fires burn
out of control.
Fires erupt all over the world
As the climate disaster spreads
The Arctic and Antarctic ice melt
Flooding Global cities
NYC, Boston, Miami, SF, Seattle
all disappear beneath the waves
their residents fleeing the flooding cities
joining the refugee camps upstate.
Hurricanes from hell,
Terrorize the south
Tornados attack the Midwest.
The great earthquake erupts
In the burned-out California
Flooding the central valley
turning it into a huge-inland sea
flooding the Bay Area
beneath the waves.
as a massive inland sea
forms in the lower Mississippi Valley region
flooding most of Texas, Louisiana,
Mississippi, Florida and Alabama.
the massive floods,
helps put out the fires.
The world governments fall apart,
the US. splits into warring states
With refugees fleeing
The carnage that is the west coast
And soon the entire world
The world internet begins to fade
Mass media falls silent
No one knows what is happening
Other than billions of people
Face a grim future
massive starvation
as the farms, all burn up.
wildlife alpha predators
including newly released
tigers, lions, bears, and wolves
soon attack humans
seeing humans as easy prey.
and neo-savages roam the world
killing and eating terrified survivors.
There is nowhere to go
To escape the destruction
The world is indeed
Entering the end times.
Author notes
based on a real nightmare, hope it does not come true.
Wild Cats Plotting Invasion
by Jake Aller on July 10, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
There are so many feral cats
In my suburban country home
Near the airport.
I speculate whether they are alien
Creatures scouting the earth
For eventual invasion.
The wild cats seem to know
That I am onto their evil plot
They often glare at me
With hatred in their eyes.
Author notes
I often think that cats are alien creatures
American Coffee Takes Over Korea
by Jake Aller on July 10, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
About 30 years ago,
American-style coffee chains
Discovered Korea.
After the 88 Olympics,
Koreans discovered the joy
Of real brewed coffee,
Hot, Sweet, Neat
The rest is history.
Author notes
I love coffee and was so glad that you could finally get a decent coffee in Korea, prior to the Olympics coffee shops were called tabangs which were where men mostly would hang out drinking instant coffee or Korean tea, and flirting with the cute waitresses.
Every Day I Wake with Pride
by Jake Aller on July 10, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Every day
I wake up
Filled with Pride
I smile at all
that I have done in my life
Filled with Relief
that I am still alive
But with a heavy heart
I Breathe deeply
I open my heart
And mind
To the possibilities
That the Universe
Still presents
Every day
Author notes
still alive at age 65. Go figure.
Frank Zappa My Hero
by Jake Aller on July 10, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Frank Zappa
Was always my musical hero
Ever since I first heard his music
Back in 1974
He blew me away
With his musical genius
His satirical wit
His mastery of rock
Classical and jazz influences
I soon became a big Zappa fiend
Went to several live shows
Bought lots of Zappa records
Later Zappa cd’s
He died way too soon
He would have had a great time
Making sense
Of the Bush two era
Obama
And especially Trump
He was not one
To suffer fools gladly
And saw through
So much of the nonsense
In our life
Especially our dysfunctional politics
He was a prophet
Way ahead of his day
Foreseeing much of what
Had sadly transpired
Since his untimely death
Many not -Zappa fans
Never get beyond
The satire
But there was so much
More to Frank
Than
Don’t eat the Yellow Snow
His best song of all
Perhaps his warning
About the pervasive negative impact
Of Television
With his immortal warning
I am the slime
Oozing out of your TV set
Or his prophetic song
About the mass media
Obsession with the latest
Crime story
In More Trouble Every day
And who can forget
His anti-peace corps anthem
Who needs the Peace Corps?
Or brown shoes don’t make it
Or Jewish Princess
Or sheik ya booty
Disco boy?
Dynamo hum
Moving to Montana
And all the rest
Of his classic takedown
Of contemporary American society?
Yeah
Frank Zappa
Died way too soon
He would have made sense
Of the Trumpian world
I wished he was still alive
With us today
Until he can return
I will be forced
To freak out
Alone
In my head
And when I am at the dentist
His song about torture
The torture never stops
Comes along
To calm my fears
Of dental torture
Thanks, Frank
For all the memories
And the wisdom
Over the years
Author notes
the prompt was to write about one of your favorite musicians and I chose Frank Zappa who is one of my musical heroes.
[ Five Doublets About Life ]
by Jake Aller on July 10, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Five Doublets About Life
How to Start My morning
I like to start my day
Drinking coffee is the way
Meeting the love of my life
I met my fate
on one fateful date
Dreaming of love
I met the love of my life
In a dream, she became my wife
The world is a strange place
Every day I turn on the news
Watching it 24/7 I get the blues
Donald Trump Dreams of revenge
Donald Trump Sitting on His Rump
Thinking of his revenge, just being Trump
Author notes
the doublet consists of three lines the first line is sort of the title and does not rhyme with the following couplet which rhymes.
changes
by Jake Aller on July 10, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Changes
The world is filled
With changes
Everything changes
All the time
Who I am today?
Is not who I was yesterday
And who I will be tomorrow
But one thing does not change
The love for my wife
The love of my life
When I met her on that date
I met my fate
And that has made
All the differences in the world
My love for her
Will never changes
Until the day
I leave this mortal plane
Author notes
another poem about my true love story.
Dental Torture Blues
by Jake Aller on July 10, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Sitting in the dental chair
Undergoing dental surgery
While the dentist probes,
And tortures me
With his instruments of pain,
The Frank Zappa song plays over and over
The torture never stops
The torture never stops.
And I think of the mad dentist
In Little House of Horrors
The Jack Nicolson character
Who screams Pain is good.
As he assaults his patients
Doing root canals
Without anesthesia.
And so I endure the torture
Of the dentist
In the vain hope
I can save my teeth.
Until the next time
I undergo dental torture..
The song faces away
And I slowly recover..
Then as I leave,
I am confronted with the bill
And the song roars back to life..
Author notes
i have bad teeth and I hate going to the dentist. I have undergone so many dental procedures but I still have most of my teeth left.
I will always remember
by Jake Aller on July 10, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
I will always remember
The autumn date
I met my fate.
Author notes
based on my true love story. I met her in August 1982 when she walked off a bus eight years after I had started dreaming about meeting her. fro details see my other dream girl poems or my dream girl stories on my blog, https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com
Former President’s Revenge Chastushka
by Jake Aller on July 10, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Former President’s Revenge Chastushka writing com/fan story
Former President Trump
Sat on his awesome “yhuge” rump,
Dreaming of having his ultimate revenge
While on a drug and vengeance Benge.
Author notes
Chastushka is a Russian language version of the limerick. I misspelled huge as “Yhuge” because the former President mispronounced the word huge which sounded like “yhuge” and comics starting using that to mock him. I always believed that the best way to deal with the insanity that is our former president is by mocking him whenever we get the chance.
[ Coffee, tea or Me? ]
by Jake Aller on June 13, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Coffee, tea or Me?
Many years ago,
The trainee in my class said
Coffee, tea or me?
I prefer hot coffee
But at times, I shift to tea
Just so I can get sleep
Drinking my hot tea
My mind does not come to rest
Too much tea, perhaps?
In the morning dawn
Drinking my hot, sweet coffee
Need to drink tea later
A mad monk drank tea
Drinking, Thinking long and hard
Enlightenment came
Author notes
I like coffee in the morning, tea afternoon and wine at night…..
Sam Adams Gets a Reprieve from Hell
by Jake Aller on June 13, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Sam Adams
One day woke up dead
Found himself in limbo
Millions of lost souls
Milling about
He saw a sign
Welcome to Limbo
Wait your turn
For judgement is due
No speaking
No drinking
No sleeping
A punk rock band
Was playing
Music straight from hell
His name was called
He walked up
And met a bored devil
Who barked out
Who the hell are you?
And what do you want?
Well uhm I am Sam Adams
Yeah
Who cares?
Why should we give you a reprieve
From hell?
Well you see
I met and married
The woman
Of my dreams
And she is waiting for me
To return
The devil laughed
Smiled, and said
“Well, we all love a sob story
Go back to earth
But remember you time
Is due
And we are ready for you
And next time
There will be no reprieve,
Next!
Author notes
even the devil has a heart.
The date I met my fate
by Jake Aller on June 13, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
I often think back
To that date
I met my fate
She walked out of my dreams
Into life
Author notes
19 words based on my true love story. See “dream girl” on my blog, Https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.c om
Long live the Great and Powerful One
by Jake Aller on June 13, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Long Live the Great and Powerful One
While walking in the misty morn of yore
One dismal dark decaying depraved day
I was suffocating with the sounds of the dying city
Slowly coming to life with the dawning sun
Surrounded by the sounds of chaos, disorder
Dark, dangerous despairing thoughts
Of dangerous terrible acts to come
All around me in this strange era we live in
This orange alert perpetual fearful time
Constant fear and overwhelming dread
Mad crazed Islamic bomb-throwing terrible terrorists
Hiding under every bed, lurking around every corner
Conspiring with the murderous criminals of yore
Just waiting to attack God-fearing Christian citizens
Murdering them in their sleep
Blowing up schools
Blowing up buses, cars, buildings
Murdering in the name of their demented God
Screaming God is great as they behead us all
As I walk down that street
In the dead calm of the early morn
Filled with fulsome fears of who knows what
I look up and see a giant gargoyle
Looking down at me
Smirking at me, laughing at me
I yell out to the gargoyle
“Say, Mr. Gargoyle
What is so damn funny?
Don’t you know there is a terror alert
Have you seen any Islamic terrorists lurking about?”
The gargoyle laughed and laughed
Said, “Terror alert? What a load of crap”
As the prophet, Mr. Natural taught us all,
‘”It don’t mean shit, it don’t mean shit”‘
“Nothing but prime unadulterated bullshit
Designed to keep you in your place”
He laughed and laughed
Soon all the gargoyles of the city
Were in open revolt
They jumped off their perches
And started marching around
Loudly chanting in unison
Peace is War, War is Peace
Truth is a Lie, Lies are Truth
The Truth Will Set You Free
All Hail the Great and Powerful One
All Hail the Great and Powerful One
Long May He Reign
The head gargoyle looks at me
He says “Watch this!”
And jumps up and rides a rainbow sunbeam
Into the bloody red light of the dawning rising sun
The other gargoyles follow suit
Dancing, naked, making wild passionate love
While laughing and riding the light
And the gloom lifts from my shoulder
And I laugh and realize
“It don’t mean shit”
And then my soul is free
And I fly with the gargoyles
To join my buddy the sun
And as we sit high up above the earth
Smoking dope and drinking booze
And looking down at the teaming mess
Of what was left of humanity
I realized the ultimate reality of life
“It don’t mean shit”
And the terrorists are nothing but delusions
Put in our heads and our hearts
By the depraved master programmer of the universe
In service to the Great and Powerful One
The true Master of Creation
As long as we are not afraid
Our souls will be free
And so I laugh and laugh
And the sun comes up
The dark mists disappear
The Great and Powerful One
Is overthrown
The terrorists go home
And I return to earth
Thinking that the long nightmare was over
Believing that we had won the war
And kept our souls from going to hell
But I did not understand that the Great and Powerful One
The ancient dreaded Cthulu and the evil ones
Had banished the terrorists and conquered us all
In the name of freedom
We had become slaves
To his awful power and dark demands
God is indeed great
But the Great and ancient powerful one
Cthulu,
Has more power than mere God
And so we deserve our fate
Long live the Great and Powerful One
Whom we love forever and ever
Amen
Author notes
one of my favorite poems yet to be published
[ Every day I Turn On The News ]
by Jake Aller on June 13, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Every day I Turn On The News
every day I turn on the news
nothing but news about the virus
the virus from hell
the world is filled with fear
and my anxiety levels rise
every time I turn on the news
oh my god I say
we are all going to die
and I am so afraid
afraid of everyone
afraid of everything
dreading the latest news
and nothing relieves my fear
I watch the world
losing its collective mind
wondering how much more of this
can we all take
I scream out
Dear God save us all
God is silent as usual
and so I realized
we are doomed
perhaps it is the end times
perhaps not
I turn off the TV
try to stay calm
hoping the madness
will not overwhelm us all
Author notes
the news can be overwhelming at times! published in Spillwords
Just Enough for Coffee
by Jake Aller on June 13, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
A homeless man
Stood on the street
Counting his change
From panhandling all morning
Just had enough for a cup of coffee
All in all
A good start
He ambled off to his favorite coffee shop
Where the owner
Was kind to the homeless
Sometimes
Treating them to a meal
On the house
The man said
I was in your shoes
Once years ago
And you never forget
When you are down
And out
Everyone forgets your face
No one knows your name
For you are now
Invisible
Almost a ghost
The old man tried to pay
The owner said
Keep your change
You need it more than me
Have a meal with me
My friend
On the house
He ordered up
The homeless man’s favorite
Lumberjack special
Eggs, pancakes, sausage, bacon
Cornbread
Lots of hot black coffee
To wash it down
The old man
Often had just one meal a day
Usually, a late breakfast
Sometimes if he were lucky
He would have dinner
And on a red-letter day
He would have three meals
The homeless man
Had been on the streets
For too long
Barely remembered his life
Before early-onset Alzheimer’s
Robbed him of his job
His dignity
His wife
His life
His money
Now he drifted
Waiting for the grim reaper
To call him home
Any day now
He prayed nightly
To a god
That he no longer believed in
Author notes
Published in Spillwords. One of my homeless poems
Chaos
by Jake Aller on June 13, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Chaos
the world descends into chaos
as our world leaders
led by the chaos president
are overwhelmed
by the smallest enemy of all
a simple virus
blows through the crumbling
public health infrastructure
and no one is prepared
and panic ensues
with every Presidential tweet
as people don’t believe
a word he says
conspiracy rumors spread
everyone believes their reality
as the world spins out of control
the chaos king is in his element
convinced that only he knows
the deal
and everyone else
is just a bit player
in the reality show
that he presides over
and so the rest of us
hunker down
just hoping for the best
as the panic and chaos
spreads faster
than the virus
are we doomed
can we survive
will God save us?
he is silent
as always
Author notes
Published in Spill words.
I am the Snake
by Jake Aller on June 13, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
I am the Snake
I be just a snake
Slithering in the woods
Looking for a place
To lie down in the sun
And rest my weary bones
And soak up some cosmic rays
And chill out a bit
Nothing but a snake
But boy am I a snake
I am the snake
That your mother warned you about
Yeah, baby, I am that snake
And I am ready to get into some trouble
Looking for some Eve to tease
Looking for some babe to temp
With my snake oil smarmy bs
Lounge lizard lines
So, I be sitting there
Minding my own business
When I spy here
The new kid on the block
That Eve babe
And boy is she a babe
Has an ass so fine,
It makes my eyeballs hurt
Just starting at her
And her breasts
So divine
God knew what he was doing
When he made that Eve babe so fine
Adam man he is a wimp
Don’t know how lucky he is
To have the eve babe
And my snake thing gets snaky
And I decide I have to have
Some of that Eve action
So, I slither and slather
Put on my cool bad ass
Ray Bans
So, cool it hurts
And bust a move
Make my entrance
To the Eve Babe
I say
“Hey babe.”
She says hi
I say,
“is that the tree of life?”
She said
“Yes, it is forbidden.”
I say
“Yeah
Who told you that shit?
The old man in the house?
Man, what does he know?
He just the care-taker.
I am the real deal
And I know this shit,
Yes, I do,
So, babe, it is like this
Eat this fruit
And you will have the key to eternity
All you got to do
Is eat the damn fruit
It is calling you
Babe, I got what you want
And I got what you need
All you got to do
Is eat this damn fruit
So babe, hurry up
I got places to go
People to see
Things to do
I be a busy snake
You know
It Ain’t easy being me
I am the King Snake
And I am so bad
It hurts
My eye balls to look
At my shiny face
So, babe
Make a decision
She says
“I don’t know, man.”
I say,
Yeah babe
I know
But you know I love you
Old snaky loves you
And only wants what’s best
And hey you know
That Adam guy
What a loser
I mean,
I am so much more a man
Than that sorry assed wimp of a man
You know what I mean
My jelly bean?”
She smiles
And I knew I had her
And I thought of my reward
From that Satan dude
Man, he is a mean mother
With cajoles the size of the devil
Shit don’t want to be on his bad side
So, I had to close the deal
I had to get the lady to bite
And then I would get my reward
Might even get a piece
Of that Eve action
“Hey babe
I got what you need
I got what you want
All you got to do
Is eat this fruit
And then we will see
Whether you can handle
The snake King.”
She smiles
Oh so sweetly
The last smile of innocent youth
And I had her
She takes the fruit
And eats it
Cosmic alarm bells go off
God knows and Satan too
God stops me
Bans me from the premises
Sends me back to hell
And I slither and slather away
Dreaming of my revenge
When I will slip up on Eve’s ass
And bite her in the butt
And oh yeah
I could do a lot more
with that cosmic butt
Can’t wait for that shit
So, I slither and slather
And hiss
and move on down the road
I knew that I would get my award
And my revenge
Author notes
second on this theme =not yet published
Eve Eats the Apple in the Garden
by Jake Aller on June 13, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
“Eve in the Garden Ate the Apple”
Her new best friend
She was complaining about Adam
And about the management
Of the garden
The snake suggested she eat
The forbidden fruit
She said
“But the man
Said that I can not eat
That fruit
It is forbidden”
“Yeah, that is what the man said
That is what he does not want you
To experience
The man and Adam
Are in on it together
I heard that Adam
Will eat the apple tonight
But you need to get there first,
Do you trust me, Eve ?”
“Of course, Mr. Snake.”
“So, you know what to do.”
Eve ate the apple
Called Adam over
Told him to eat the apple
While the Snake chanted
“Eat it eat it
Set yourself free.”
And so, Adam ate the apple
And joined Eve
In knowing everything
God came down
Banished them from the garden
Telling them
“Well, you made the bed
You will have to sleep in it
Go away
You disgust me
Humans…..”
“And Satan
You won your bet
You damn Snake.”
Author notes
published by Spillwords first of two poems retelling the tale from the Snake’s POV
Only in SF
by Jake Aller on June 13, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Only in San Francisco
One day
While driving down Geary Blvd.
Near Union Square
I saw something
That one would only see in San Francisco
One day in SF
I saw a strange site
A sight that haunted my vision until now
I saw a white man dressed in leather
With a purple mohawk
Walking his dog down the street
Riding on top of the dog was a cat
And riding on the cat
Was a white lab rat
All were getting along
Were friends
As they walked down the street
We all said
Only in San Francisco
City of St Francis
Would we see such a scene?
Author notes
based on a true only in SF scene. lots of people have weighed in saying they saw the dude walking the dog with a cat and a mouse riding on the back and one person said there was a duck involved as well.
Dreaming Movies
by Jake Aller on May 4, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
I don’t dream “dreams”
I dream movies
Filled with sound, and fury
noise and drama
music, smells
and life
filled with life
often set in another world
as I am sometimes
not human in my dreams
but the best part of it all
is waking up
and realizing
my wife sleeping by side
is not part of my dream
but is real life
I smile as I get
seeing her sleeping there
Author notes
I don;t dream dreams, I dream movies!
Korean Springtime
by Jake Aller on May 4, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Korean Springtime
I walk the path with my love
Still Under her spell
Author notes
this is the 42 springtime I have enjoyed with the love of my life by my side
Howling at the Pink Super Moon 2
by Jake Aller on May 4, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Howling at the Pink Super Moon
On a moonlit late night
The Pink Supermoon
Casting a baleful light
On the world below
While inside
Sam Adams sat drinking
In a depraved bar
In a den of iniquity
In an evil part of the city
On the left side
Of society
Drinking up a storm
With his buddies
Johnny Walker, Jack Daniels
Jim Beam, and Mr. Evan
And Old Granddad looked on
Encouraging him to drink
One scotch, one bourbon, and one beer
He was just an unhinged lunatic
Dreaming of howling at the full moon
Watching the world walk by
Looking at all the fine-looking babes
Walking by the street
Thinking wild, erotic thoughts
Of endless wild libertine passions
He looked up
At the naked dancing ladies
Dancing up a storm
With an attitude
A Z tude
That could kill
When into the bar
Walked the most beautiful women
In the Universe
So wild, so free
So wonderfully alive
He did not know what to do
As this vision of delight
Sauntered through the bar
In skin-tight leather pants
Looked so fine
That his eyeballs hurt
Finally, he had to say something
he gathered up my manly courage
He walked up to her
She looked at him
Instantly bewitched his soul
With a devilish grin
He lost all reason
And became a raving lunatic
Unhinged lunatic
Under the lunatic light of the full moon
Of the blood-red lights of the moon
Full of wild passions
The lustful beast stirs again
And starts running and running
Howling at the moon
Riding into the new dawn
On a demented Harley Davis cycle
With two naked babes on his back
Riding into the sun
90 miles per second
At the speed of thought
He disappears into the lunatic light
Of the full moon
Sam Adams woke up alone,
In his bed
The naked babes
Having disappeared
From his demented dreams
Saying,
“Man, that was quite a night
I better not go there again”
The wild beast
Laughs
He has heard that before
And joins him
In howling at the Pink moon
In the fading light
Of the lost last night
Of the newly damned
Author notes
In honor of the Pink Moon, the first of three super moons in a row, I have revised my “lunatic Howling at the Moon” poems and posted them on my blog @https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com and on my Spotify podcast. Hope you enjoy them.
The Pink Super Moon Tanka
by Jake Aller on May 4, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
The Pink Super Moon
The Pink Super Moon
Casts a cold baleful glow
Over the sleeping world
Inspiring the drunken men
To howl at the Moon
Author notes
In honor of the Pink Moon, the first of three super moons in a row, I have revised my “lunatic Howling at the Moon” poems and posted them on my blog @https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com and on my Spotify podcast. Hope you enjoy them.
Howling with the Dancing Moon
by Jake Aller on May 4, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Howling with the Dancing Moon
A man
Sits drinking late into the night
On the night of the blood-red
super blue wolf moon
the lunatic light of the moon
inspires him
as he drinks
in that depraved din of inequity
on the left side of society
Drinking with his buddies
Johnny Walker, Jim Beam
Jack Daniels, Evan, Old Granddad
Drinking one Scotch, one Bourbon
And one beer
Watching the naked woman
Dancing on stage
He finishes drinking
20 drinks too sober
He walks outside
And sees the naked moon
Dancing up a storm
Flying across the sky
Ripping her clothes off
Tap dancing
To the insane disco beat
Of the bar
He gives in
Jumps into the sky
Dancing with the naked moon
Howling with the moon maiden
Like an escaped banshee
From the lunatic bins
Of Hell
Author notes
In honor of the Pink Moon, the first of three super moons in a row, I have revised my “lunatic Howling at the Moon” poems and posted them on my blog @https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com and on my Spotify podcast. Hope you enjoy them.
The Pink Moon Inspires Lunacy
by Jake Aller on May 4, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
The Pink Moon Inspires Lunacy
On a moonlit night
The Pink moon
Shone casting a baleful light
On the world below
A man sat drinking
In a depraved bar
In an evil part of the city
Drinking up a storm
With his buddies
Johnny Walker, Jack Daniels
Jim Beam, and Mr. Evan
And Old Granddad looked on
Encouraging him to drink
One scotch, one bourbon, and one beer
He looked up
At the naked dancing ladies
Dancing up a storm
With an attitude
A Z tude
That could kill
He stood up
Stepped outside
And howled
At the Pink Moon
Who smiled at him.
Author notes
In honor of the Pink Moon, the first of three super moons in a row, I have revised my “lunatic Howling at the Moon” poems and posted them on my blog @https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com and on my Spotify podcast. Hope you enjoy them.
Howling at the Pink Moon
by Jake Aller on May 4, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Howling at the Moon
I stood outside
Between the trees
In a field
On the outside of town
Beneath the lunatic rays
Of the blood-red full moon
The lunatic lights of the moon
Casts a wild primeval glow
On me
The hormonal chemicals are unleashed
The wild beast within
Escapes it chain
And I howl with delight
A werewolf
Free at last
To run amuck
Free of its civilized restrains
Throwing off its clothes
Stripping naked
Running wild
Naked and free
A wild man
Enjoying his freedom
As I sit
Under the lunatic light of the full moon
Of the blood-red lights of the moon
Full of wild passions
The lustful beast stirs again
And starts running and running
Howling at the moon
Riding into the new dawn
On a demented Harley Davis cycle
With two naked babes on his back
Riding into the sun
90 miles per second
At the speed of thought
He disappears into the lunatic light
Of the full moon
And I wake up
Alone,
In my bed
Saying, man, that was quite a night
I better not go there again
The wild beast
Laughs
He has heard that before
And I join him
In howling at the moon
Author notes
In honor of the Pink Moon, the first of three super moons in a row, I have revised my “lunatic Howling at the Moon” poems and posted them on my blog @https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com and on my Spotify podcast. Hope you enjoy them.
Howling at the Full Moon
by Jake Aller on May 4, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Howling at the Moon
On a moonlit late night
I sat in a bar
Drinking drams of demented, fermented dream dew
Just an unhinged lunatic
Dreaming of howling at the full moon
Watching the world walk by
Looking at all the fine-looking babes
Walking by the street
Thinking wild, erotic thoughts
Of endless wild libertine passions
When into the bar
Walked the most beautiful women
In the Universe
So wild, so free
So wonderfully alive
I did not know what to do
As this vision of delight
Sauntered through the bar
In skin-tight leather pants
Looked so fine
That my eyeballs hurt
Finally, I had to say something
I gathered up my manly courage
I walked up to her
She looked at me
Instantly bewitched my soul
With a devilish grin
I lost all reason
And became a raving lunatic
Unhinged lunatic
Howling at the moon
Foaming at the mouth
A wild, free werewolf
Howling at the lunatic light
Of the full Moon
Author notes
In homage to the Pink Moon, the first of three super moon moons in a row, I have revised my “lunatic howling at the moon” poems.
True Love Haibun
by Jake Aller on May 4, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Love Haibun Poetry Soup Contest
Every morning when I wake up, I drink coffee and reflect on the fairy tale aspect of my life. I met the girl of my dreams in a dream 45 years ago. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She spoke to me in a strange language and disappeared. I yell out “Who are you?” She smiled and faded away as I fell to the ground in my HS school physics class. I started having the dream every week for eight long years then one day she walked off a bus in South Korea, and entered my life and became my wife two months later. That was the date I met my fate.
She came in my dream
For eight years haunting my dreams
I met fate that date
Author’s Note: based on my true love story
Author notes
based on my true love story.For details see ‘Dream Girl” on my blog, https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com
the best is yet to come ?
by Jake Aller on May 3, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
last summer at the republican national convention
Donald Trump’s Girlfriend
Gave a wild, crazed over-top-rant
Titled the “Best is Yet to Come”
She sounded like a woman
High on cocaine and meth
At a Nuremberg Hitlerian rally
Author Note: some one did tweet this out as a Wagnerian-style rant great stuff. 40 words
Author notes
Author Note: someone did tweet this out as a Wagnerian-style rant great stuff. 40 words
Why I am Not a Christian
by Jake Aller on May 3, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Why I am not a Christian Easter Thoughts
On Easter Sunday,
I often think about Christianity
I don’t understand why anymore
would believe such nonsense
The essential story makes no sense
An imaginary all-powerful deity
that no one has ever seen or heard
Except for psychotic patients or drug users
Comes down to earth
and impregnates a married woman
Who has never had sex for some reason?
And her husband
Is okay with that
Believes her wild story
And still does not have sex
Until after the baby is born
Then there is total silence
Nothing about Jesus’s childhood
30 years later he emerges
Preaching love, peace, and brotherhood
And denouncing the corrupt temple leaders
and the Jewish leaders as well
The miracles
Also, don’t make any sense
In the real world,
you can’t turn fish into bread
Can’t walk on water
can raise the dead etc. Etc.
Just does not happen
In the world, we live in
And has not happened
since those ancient days
Then the last supper makes some sense
Jesus knows he is about to be betrayed
But he does not confront Judas
Does not run away
Does not encourage his disciples
o run away with him
The whole Jesus Mary M
The story also does not make sense
Jesus must have been married
Or he was gay
There is no doubt
Either way,
The story makes no sense
The crucifixion
Is it the only part of the story I buy?
Jesus was put to death
Because he was a rebel leader
And the Romans tolerated no dissent
To the roman’s right to conquer and rule
The rising from the dead stories
All contradict one another
And Jesus was either walking
As a normal human being
Or was a ghost
The door was rent open
As if by lightening
Or not
Finally, we have been waiting
Over 2, 000 years for his return
You would think
If the story is remotely true
He would have turned up by now
Except he has
As many lunatics
Claim to be Jesus
In the flesh
Including my college housemate
Who after taking too much LSD?
Proclaimed he was the messiah
Come back to earth
All delusional of course
and that is what I think of Christianity
nothing but fairy tales
and mass delusions
surrounding a kernel of truth
Love each other
Treat each other right
Don’t be consumed with greed
but couldn’t that message be made simpler
Without all the associated nonsense?
So, on this day I say
Open your minds
And discard the nonsensical elements of Christian thought
And follow the true teachings of Jesus
Even if you don’t believe in the imaginary man in the sky
Author notes
The writer’sIDgest prompt was to write a belief/don’t belief poem. Trigger warning. Some might find this a bit offensive, that was not my intent rather it was to explain why I can’t accept the tenants of the Christian faith.
Two Sijo’s poems
by Jake Aller on May 3, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Manifestations of Deep Love
Manifestations of deep love, such profound thoughts all around me
Dreaming dark dreams, of other worlds, filled with a deep love
I see it, all around my heart, manifestations of my love
Coronavirus sijo
Coronavirus fears erupt, all around us, fear stalking us
All around us dark fears, fears of the end, end of the world
Death stalking, filling the world, filling it with fear, death is near
General corona unleashes his viral army, on the world
Everyone is afraid, nonsense in the media, antivacers lie
People don’t wear masks, masks that would save their foolish lives
Author notes
NaPoWriMo’s prompt was to write two sijos (Korean poetic form similar to Haiku/Tanka)
Advice to Those Getting Married
by Jake Aller on May 3, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Advice to Those Getting Married
Often when I go to a wedding
I am asked for some advice
To pass on to the newlyweds
Based on my almost 40 years
Of being a happily married man
What can I say to them?
I don’t know the answer
Other than this
The most important thing
For a married man to realize is this
There are two rules of marriage
Rule number one
Your wife is always right
Rule number two
See rule number one
That advice has worked
For me for almost 40 years
Author notes
NaPoWrMo’s prompt was to write an “occasion poem” this was written for my niece who is getting married.
To All Those Who Have Gone On
by Jake Aller on May 3, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
To Those Who Have Gone On
I am 65 years old
And as I get older
I recall with fondness
All those who have gone on
So many people
Have passed on
To the other lands
Leaving us with their memories
My father died in 1985
My mother in 2005
My sister in 2007
My friends have also passed on
My HS debate friend
Demel T died from AIDS
I lost my college roommate
Jon W
David C my Peace course
Language student
I lost my visa line colleague
Paul S
I lost my second and third boss
In the foreign service
Julian in a terrorist bombing
Ted H who I worked with twice
Dead of a heart attack
Chris my boss in Bangkok
Also dead from a heart attack
Judy my artistic friend
From Bombay days
And so many others
Have gone on
I only hope wherever they are
That they are thinking of me
As I think fondly of them
Author notes
Writer;s Digest prompt was to write a poem about people who you are no longer alive
Morning thoughts
by Jake Aller on May 3, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Morning Thoughts
Every morning
I sit and think
Deep thoughts
Writing down my dreams
My hopes, my fears
My nightmares
But more important
Than anything
I record my happy thoughts
Of my life
With the love of life
My wife
Author notes
Writer’s Digest April 26 prompt was to write a thoughtful Poem. All of these poems are available on my blog at https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com and on my podcast @ Spotify.
When I was a young man, she came to me
by Jake Aller on May 3, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
When I was a young man, she came to me
When I was a young man, she came to me
She came to me one day while I dreamed
I met my fate that date our love came to be
I saw her there who are you I screamed?
She just smiled filling my heart with love
I did not know what I should do or say
As she entered my life became my wife
I will never forget for on that day
When she walked off that bus became real
I saw here there standing love in her eyes
I did not know what right then I should feel
I looked at her my heart began to rise
Just like in a famous Shakespeare poem
My heart began just like a poet
Author notes
Poetry Superhighway’s prompt was to write a “Shakespearian sonnet about a sonnet
Not Alone -Response to Edgard Allen Poe
by Jake Aller on May 3, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Not Alone – Response to Alone by Edgar Allen Poe
Sam Adams
Was a bit of a loner
Lost in his inner world
Filled with dreams
Nightmares
Poetic fragments
Short story ideas
Always felt like he was living
The Edgar Allen Poe poem,
“Alone
From childhood’s hour, I have not been
As others were—I have not seen
As others saw—I could not bring
My passions from a common spring—
From the same source, I have not taken
My sorrow—I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone—
And all I loved—I loved alone—
Then—in my childhood—in the dawn
Of a most stormy life—was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still—
From the torrent, or the fountain—
From the red cliff of the mountain—
From the sun that ‘round me roll’s
In its autumn tint of gold—
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by—
From the thunder, and the storm—
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view—”
But then one day
He met the girl
Of his dreams
She walked off a bus
Into his life
Became his wife
And he was alone
No more
Author notes
NaPoWrMo’s April 25th challenge was to write a response to another poem. I chose to respond to Egard Allen Poe’s gothic poem “Alone”.
Blue Blues
by Jake Aller on May 3, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Blue Blues
Once in a while
I wake up
Feeling the blues
Singing the blues
Being the blues
Then I lookout
At the bright blue sky
And the dawning sun
And at my wife
Wearing a blue shirt
And blue jeans
She smiles
The blues fly out the window
Joining the sky
I go for a walk
As the blues fade
Away in the morning sun
Author notes
Poetry Superhighway April 25 prompt to write a color poem
Appointment with the Grim Reaper
by Jake Aller on May 3, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Appointment with the Grim Reaper
Sam Adams
One day received a summons
From the Grim Reaper
The note read
“Your appointment
For final status determination (FSD)
Is confirmed for midnight Saturday
A driver
will come for you
Be prepared
Tell no one
This appointment is high
Q level classified.”
Sam got up at 11:30
And waited for the courier
While his wife slept
There was a knock on the door
He went out
The courier was dressed
In a black uniform
But did not look entirely human
He had a blank face
No hair
And horns on his head
He said
I am your driver today
After your hearing
I will drive you
Either to Hell,
Or to heaven
Or back here
If you are given a reprieve
Of your FSD
They drove off
In his black SUV
The plates read, 666 hell
They soon entered
A dark forbidding forest
The road ended
They got out
And walked
Found themselves
In a large field
They parked
And walked
To a large black tent
A demon attendant
Barked
Name and DOB
Sam Adams
10-30-195
You have an appointment
With Mr. GR
Proceed to door number 2
For you FSD
Good luck
He entered the room
Mr. GR dressed in black
Wearing cool Ray-ban glasses
Looked up from his computer
Sam Adams
He growled
You have been given a reprieve
From Hell
For five years
Your next FSD will be final
Probably Hell but maybe Heaven
That decision is beyond my pay grade
You may go back home
My driver will drive you
Go!
The driver took him home
He went to bed
Woke up convinced
It was all a dream
Later that day
A letter arrived
Appointment with GR
For final status determination
Has been confirmed for
Five years from today’s date
We advise you to get
Your affairs in order
There is no appeal
From the final FSD
Author notes
from writer’s digest April 25th prompt
For today’s prompt, write an appointment poem. My first thoughts with appointments conjure up visions of doctors, dentists, and parent-teacher conferences. But there are also business meetings and romantic dates. For the most part, people are very appointment-centric, because it gives people a reason and opportunity to come together (kind of like my annual appointment to poem daily on this site).
these are all now on my blog Https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.c om and as a podcast at Spotify
[ PSH Write a Comic Book Poem, Superman on His Daily Patrol ]
by Jake Aller on April 14, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
PSH Write a Comic Book Poem, Superman on His Daily Patrol
Write a poem where you describe each part of it as if in a square of a comic book. Put it in the present tense. Close your eyes (or not) and imagine exactly what is happening in each line, what you want to see or do in your setting. Use simple descriptions, think about materials, shapes, and colors along with what else is there (houses, businesses, parks, transportation, etc.). Other considerations are: What sounds do you hear, what smells do you smell, and how’s the weather? In this poem, you can be the hero/heroine or not!
Superman wakes up
On a beautiful spring morning
Glad to be alive
He drinks his coffee
One of the best things
On his adopted new world
He suited up
Flew out his window
On his morning patrol
Fighting evil
Promoting the American way
He flies about the city
Stopping to eat a hot dog
Chatting with the vendor
About life on earth
Superman thought
Life is good
Author notes
prompt was to write a poem like a comic book
[ Visiting the Tower of Babel ]
by Jake Aller on April 14, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Visiting the Tower of Babel
A team of SF travelers
Discovered HG Wells secret plans
And construct a time machine
A big debate ensures
Where to go
When to go
Some wanted to back
And witness the crucifixion
Finally, they decide
To go back in time
To the construction
Of the tower of Babel
They set the time machine
To 2, 226 BCE
And off they go
They find a large tower
Under construction
Reaching towards the heaven
They stay and watch
The tower’s construction
Then the tower falls down
In a lightning strike
Everyone who witnesses
The scene
Is struck with madness
The tower lay in ruins
The people speaking
In tongues
The scientists conclude
That this biblical tale
Was probably true
Author notes
Finally, our prompt (optional, as always). I’m calling this one “Past and Future.” This prompt challenges you to write a poem using at least one word/concept/idea from each of two specialty dictionaries: Lempira’s Classical Dictionary and the Historical Dictionary of Science Fiction. A hat tip to Cathy Park Hong for a tweet that pointed me to the science fiction dictionary and Hoe for introducing me to the Classical Dictionary.
News Headlines I’d Like to See
by Jake Aller on April 14, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Donald Trump dies of massive heart attack
2.6 infrastructure plan passed with a rare bipartisan vote
North Korea and South Korea enter into unification talks
Us troops come home from Afghanistan and Iraq
Peace breaks out around the world
The covid pandemic is finally over
Author notes
And now, on to our (optional) prompt. Today’s prompt comes from the Instagram account of sundress publications, which posts a writing prompt every day, all year long. This one is short and sweet: write a poem in the form of a news article you wish would come out tomorrow.
Lucky in Love, Unlucky in Cards
by Jake Aller on April 14, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Lucky in love, unlucky in cards
There is an adage
That sums up my life so far
One can be lucky in love
But unlucky in cards
That sums it up nicely
I have been lucky in love
Met and married
The girl of my dreams
Dreamed of meeting her
For eight years
Then she came into my life
Became my wife
But I have never been
Lucky in cards
I mean I have played
Poker with friends
But always lost
Won a little bit of gambling
But usually lost more
Then I won
Eventually gave up
Just not fun anymore
As I lost the gambling fever
Yet to get a jackpot
But then I think
I hit the jackpot of love
And that has made
All the difference
Author notes
writer digest prompt was to write a “lucky/unlucky poem. all my April poems can be found on my web page ((https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com) and as podcast on Spotify. Check it out.
Wit and Wisdom of Mary Aller, There’s Method in Her Madness
by Jake Aller on April 14, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Poetic Version for April 2021 Contest – Write an Elegy Poem Writing Com Dew Drop-In Prompt Posted April 14, 2021 (April 13 Est)
The Wit and Wisdom of Mary Geneva Aldridge Aller -“There’s Method in Her Madness” Dedicated to My Mother Who Passed on July 31, 2005.
We are here today
To celebrate the life
Of Mary Geneva Aldridge Wilson Aller,
My mother.
As we are gathered together to mark her passing
On to another, better world,
I thought we should reflect
On her life and its meaning.
therefore, I have a message
That I hope we all leave here today.
I call this speech,
‘the wit and wisdom of Mary Geneva Aldridge Wilson aller,
” there’s a method in her madness.”
Which was one of her favorite Shakespeare quotes.
I hope we will see the wisdom
That my mother tried so hard to impart
And what I hope
I have learned
from 52 years of watching
The life of my mother.
What have I have learned?
From Mary’s life
And her death
And what we can all learn
From her 85 years of experience
In this mad crazy corner
Of the world, she loved so dearly.
she was a true Berkeley original,
and it is only fitting
That we bury her
Here a few blocks
From where she spent
Much of her life.
What can we learn?
From Mary’s life in this world?
her favorite song from a musical was
“stop the world.
I want to get off.”
And today she gets her final wish
As she leaves this world
And moves on to another world.
My mother grew up
In Arkansas
In what could best be described
As hill country folk.
she was the 8th child of 10 children
Born on a family farm in the 1920s
High up in the Ozark mountains
North of Little Rock, Arkansas.
she graduated from high school
And lit out for the west coast
just as millions of people
Fled the dust bowl of the late ’30s and ’40s.
She arrived in the sf area
And settled in Berkeley.
she hated being considered an Oakie
and lost her accent
she cultivated an accent
She learned from
The classical radio deejays.
She then became involved
In labor and democratic politics.
she became a telephone operator union president,
Later was a real estate salesperson,
And became involved with the save the bay movement
And the league of women’s voters.
During the 60’s she accompanied
My father to Washington DC
When he was undersecretary of labor.
she could not wait to get back
To her beloved Berkeley
Because she felt at home
In the zany openness of the bay area
She once said
“every ten years the world flips
And all the nuts roll downhill
To California
That is how she got there
Part of the planetary nut reconfiguration program
A little known federal ABC agency “
She hated DC
As it reminded her why
She left the south so many years before.
In later years she helped my father
In his many political campaigns
And was his business manager for almost 10 years
when he ran an economic consulting business.
When she retired,
She kept her love of reading
Until just a few short years ago
When she finally
Was no longer able to read.
That for me was one
Of the saddest parts of her final years
As she loved to read.
What we all learned from Mary
– Mary’s wisdom can be broken
Down into four areas:
Question authority,
Think for ourselves
read everything there is,
And always do the right thing.
She always told us that we should question authority
and that we should never trust experts.
she said often what is an expert?
Just a guy with a PH. D
And we all know what means –
Piled high and deep.
and she laughed
As she was married to PH. D
And hated campus politics.
She hated with disdain
Almost all politicians
Except for Truman and Kennedy
And she had her own Truman story
She thought they were all crooks and liars,
Especially the southern-bred types.
she believed though in equal opportunity
And hated republicans as much as democrats.
No one ever measured
Up to her high standards
Of ethical behavior.
She often told us to do
The right thing.
But she refused to tell us
what would be
As we had to figure
That out on our own.
My final thoughts
Are on reading the lifelong
Love of books
That she gave me and my siblings.
She read an average of three to five books
Per week every week of her life.
We were always trading books
Stocking up books on our visits
To the family library
As I thought of it.
I have taken a part in the library
With me and will treasure all the books
That she shared with me and my siblings.
she always had an opinion
About everything.
one of her and my favorite books
Was the world according to Garp
And there was a “world according to Mary”
Where what you saw was what you got
And if you did not like her opinion,
then you had best get out of the way
Because Mary,
Was afraid of no one
And always stood her ground no matter what.
With Mary “what you saw was what you got.”
But I am happy that she
Let me in the “world according to Mary”
And I have lots of stories
from her life that would make great fiction,
For, in Mary’s improbable life,
Life was truly stranger than fiction.
Because my mother grew up in a Christian family,
It would be appropriate to read a bible quote.
my mother was raised as a Baptist
Although she left the church
After asking the minister,
“if god created the world,
Who created God?”
Here is one of her favorite bible quotes
Ecclesiastes 12 (King James version)
Ecclesiastes 12
1remember now thy creator in the days of thy youth, while the evil days come not, nor the years draw nigh when thou shalt say, I have no pleasure in them.
2while the sun, or the light, or the moon, or the stars, be not darkened, nor the clouds return after the rain:
3in the day when the keepers of the house shall tremble, and the strong men shall bow themselves, and the grinders cease because they are few, and those that look out of the windows be darkened,
4and the doors shall be shut in the streets when the sound of the grinding is low, and he shall rise at the voice of the bird, and all the daughters of music shall be brought low.
5also when they shall be afraid of that which is high, and fears shall be in the way, and the almond tree shall flourish, and the grasshopper shall be a burden, and desire shall fail: because man goth to his long home and the mourners go about the streets:
7then shall the dust return to the earth as it was: and the spirit shall return unto a god who gave it.
8vanity of vanities, saith the preacher; all is vanity.
9and moreover, because the preacher was wise, he still taught the people knowledge; yea, he gave good heed, and sought out, and set in order many proverbs.
10the preacher sought to find out acceptable words: and that which was written was upright, even words of truth.
11the words of the wise are as gods, and as nails fastened by the masters of assemblies, which are given from one shepherd.
12and further, by these, my son, be admonished: of making many books there is no end, and much study is a weariness of the flesh.
13let us hear the conclusion of the whole matter: fear God and keep his commandments: for this is the whole duty of man.
14for God shall bring every work into judgment, with every secret thing, whether it be good, or whether it be evil.
Her minister friend said the short version is
” life is good.
Then we die
And it gets even better.”
When Mary was a telephone union president,
word came down
that she was invited
to meet Harry Truman.
She replied
I don’t want to meet
Harry unless he wants to meet me.
Hearing that quip,
Harry was amused
And sent his advance team to talk
Some sense into that feisty fiery woman
Out in SF
that Mary Aller.
Two government types,
dressed as I do,
showed up
Asked her if she was a communist
She responded
Boy, are you stupid?
If I were a communist, would I tell you?
I don’t think so.
Where do they get people?
Like you anyway?
The SF chronicle captured the moment
With a huge headline,
“Harry meets Mary.”
This sums up my mother’s fearless feisty
Stubborn personality and yes,
Truman was one of the few politicians
That got the Mary aller seal of approval
Now my final Mary story
Sums up her life for me.
In 1974 I was in this play,
the madwomen of chalet
Where I played the waiter
Whose line was
“she’s not mad.
She’s the madwomen of Chaillot.”
But Mary was in the audience
And I lost my character
for a moment and said,
“she not’s mad,
She’s the madwoman of Berkeley, oops I meant Chaillot.”
Brought down the house.
I went home thinking I had done it,
insulted my mom in front of the whole school.
She laughed
And said that was okay
as she liked the phase.
I said
“well, Mary,
You are my madwoman of Berkeley
And I’ll have it no other way.
she laughed
And that was the end of it,
until now.
When I say,
“Mary, you were one of the most original people
Whoever lived,
And I treasure the fact
that I was your son.
You were at times
Very difficult to deal
With but in the end,
Your good karma
Will outlive you
As you always did the right thing,
and for that
And all the other words
Of wisdom, I learned over the years,
I salute you,
Our beloved madwomen of Berkeley.
Author notes
the prompt was to write an elegy poem. I delivered this at my mother’s funeral in 2005.
Just Another Day in the Land of the Free
by Jake Aller on April 13, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Just Another Day in the Land of the Free
Lately every day
When I turn on the U.S. News
I hear and see
Another act of gun violence
Another policeman shooting
A black person over a minor offense
For the crime of driving while black
Another shooting in a school
Another shooting in a church
Another shooting in a store
50, 000 gun deaths per year
As if an entire town ceased to exist
Yet nothing is done
The republicans offer
Useless thoughts and prayers
And refuse to do a damn thing
Nothing can be done they say
Gun violence
Is the cost
Of our freedom
Guns don’t kill people
The solution to gun violence
Are more guns for all
The Gun ghosts
don’t care for thoughts and prayers
They remain dead
Author notes
when will this madness ever end?
The Dude Abides for Now
by Jake Aller on April 12, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
The Dude abides for now
the Dude knows all
The Dude sees all
the dude is all-knowing
the Dude lives on
in our hearts and minds
Dude,
says be cool
Dude
the Dude knows
what the world needs
More than anything
is the power of love
The dude says
love one another
love all people
the Dude says
sex is great
love is greater
the dude says
time for all people
to get high
chill out
and enjoy life
the dude approves
this cosmic message
and advises us all
to go out and get stoned….
Author notes
there is a dudeist religion already based out of Thailand based on the movie, the Big Lebowski and the Dude sort of a modern Taoist cult
I am a member
Berkeley Roots Rock
by Jake Aller on April 12, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
So many musicians
got their start
at my alma mater
Berkeley High School
just to name a few
Jimi Hendrix’s last high school
was Berkeley High
Green Day
Started there
as did the Rubinoos
Earthquake
Smoke and Fog
and who can forget
the immortal Creedence Clearwater Revival?
though they actually went to El Cerrito High School
Berkeley High School
was and is such a special place
where dreams come to fruition
and life begins
for so many students
Author notes
Creedence clearwater revival were Berkeley born and bred although they went to El Cerrito High School down the street from Berkeley proper
Just Another Black Dude Pulled Over Driving While Black
by Jake Aller on April 12, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Just Another Black Dude Pulled Over Driving While Black
The other day
A young black army Lt
Learned a vital lesion
To the average cop
On the street
A black man
Is a suspect
And must be dealt with
With maximum force
Just to teach them
A lesion
You don’t mess with the police
You must know your place
And in today’s world
You are nothing more
Than just another black man
In the eyes of the law
The Lt.’s crime?
Driving while black
In a small town
The cops saw a black man
Did not care
That he was in uniform
Took offense
When the black man
Refused to comply
And questioned their right
To harass him
They pulled out their guns
Making it a felony arrest
Beat him up for good measure
Pepper sprayed him
All for nothing
His crime
Not a crime
But did they care
Not at all
That is justice
In our America
At least
They did not go all
George Floyd on his ass
Perhaps his uniform
Saved his ass that day
Author notes
black lives still don’t seem to matter to the average cop on the street so sad makes me mad
Corona Ghosts Stage a Death-in (reprised poem)
by Jake Aller on April 12, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Corona Ghosts Stage a Death-in (reprised poem)
Joseph Smith, the leader of the Corona Ghosts Union
Was furious as only a dead ghost can be
When he read the latest Presidential tweet
“The number of cases
and deaths of the China Virus
is far exaggerated
in the United States
because of @CDCgov’s
ridiculous method of determination
compared to other countries,
many of whom report,
purposely, very inaccurately, and low.
“‘When in doubt,
call it COVID.’ Fake News!”,
Mr. Smith called together the union leadership
My brother and sister corona ghosts
we must make a statement to those political leaders
who denies the reality of our deaths?
Tarnishing our memories
Our deaths will not be in vain
Our deaths must mean something
Our names must not be forgotten
Here is what we are going to do
We are going to stage a “death-in protest” on the Mall
Tomorrow morning, we will all reassemble
As dead bodies piled high on the national mall
And all over the world
Our brothers and sisters
Will assemble in front
Of their leaders
Playing on a giant jumbotron
Will be our faces
Listing our names, our gender, our city
Our state, our age, and our profession
with a message on the bottom of the screen
Dear Political leaders
We are the newly dead
We are the corona ghosts
We lived, we died
Due to your gross negligence
Apologize and say our damn names
550, 000 Names Flash by
The President ordered the mall
Be cleaned up
Blaming it all
On his enemies
the next night at midnight
555, 000 bodies appeared
Author notes
what if the Corona ghosts stage a “death-in” protest on the national mall?
We are living in a SF world
by Jake Aller on April 12, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
We are Living in A SF world
We are living
In an SF world
Every day
Discoveries
Boggle the mind
Many things we saw
In old SF shows
Like Star Trek
Like cell phones
Portable computers
Medical breakthroughs
Robots everywhere
Becoming real
Are warp drives
And interstellar travel
Coming soon?
But do we have to go
Through world war 111
First
To get to that promised land?.
Author notes
one of my April poems
Snarling Cup of Coffee (300 Word Version)
by Jake Aller on April 12, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Snarling Cup of Coffee (300 Word Version)
I like to start my day with a hot cup of coffee
I pound down the coffee
First thing I do every day as the dawning sun
Lights up my lonesome room
Yeah, but not just a simple cup of java Joe, but a God damn snarling sarcastic smarmy cup of coffee.
I mean, – we are talking about an alcoholic, all speed ahead, always hot, always fresh, always there when I need it, angry, attitude talk to the hand Ztude, bad, bad assed, beats breaking, beatnik, bluesy, bitter, bitchy, bombs away, capitalistic, caffeinated up the ass, euphoric, freaky, freazoid, foxy, Frenched kissed, French brewed, funkified, foxy lady, graphic, Not your FBI coffee, Not FAKE Herbal coffee substitute, but a real cup of coffee, not your farmer brothers dinner crap, not made in America for Americans, not safe for work, not your Starbucks average expensive overpriced crappy corporate chain cup of coffee, Good to the last drop rolled into one simple cup of hot coffee.
As I pound down that first cup of coffee
And fire up my synaptic nerve endings with endless supplies
Of caffeine-induced neuron enhancing chemicals
I face the dawning day with trepidation and mind-numbing fear
I turn on the TV and watch the smarmy newscasters in their perfect hair
Lying through their teeth about the great success the government is having
Following the great leader’s latest pronouncements
I want to scream and shoot the TV and run outside
Shouting “Stop the world.
I want to get off this fucking crazy planet”
The earth does not care a whit about my attitude
It merely shrugs and moves around the Sun
In its appointed daily run
And I sit down
The madness dissipating a bit
And enjoy my second cup
Of heaven and hell
In my morning cup of Joe
Author notes
one of my favorites re-written to meet a 300 word limit
April 6th to April 10th Poems
by Jake Aller on April 12, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
April 2021 Poetry Contest
Poems from Cosmos
April 6 to April 9
Index
Commentary:
This is the fifth and perhaps final time I am doing the April poetry challenge. The goal is to write at least one poem per day. I am averaging about eight per day and posting four reserving four as “unpublished”. I am basing the poems on prompts from “Writing com Dew Drop Inn”, “Writers Digest”, “Poetry Superhighway” and “NaPoWrMo” prompt daily prompts and on “Pensively Prompt’ et all daily prompts. I am combining prompts where possible. I will post these here in batches every five days or so. Each poem will have an image that helped inspired the poem. All postings will be podcasted a few days later on Spotify and elsewhere. Each posting will be a separate posting, but the index will be cumulative. The final posting will have the complete list of all poems written whether posted or not. Comments welcome but please keep it civil. Some of my poetry tends to be a bit “in your face” or “political” from a “leftwing perspective.” If it offends you in some way, please accept my apologies in advance. That is never my intent.
This is part two covering poems written April 6th to April 10th, posted on the 9th
I am writing some other poems per day but not posting them as I need to reserve some “unpublished” poems. There will be a podcast version shortly on Spotify and elsewhere. I will list all the poems I wrote in my final April posting, May 1 KST.
April 6th Posted
It is true I am a Madman!
The One Thing I Would Never Change Writer Digest Change, Don’t Change writer digest Poem Prompt
The Poetry of the visa Line Poetry Superhighway Prompt
Potential Mistake – Drew Drop-In –
Only One Command in Life
Conversation with Bigfoot April 7—a poem inspired by a mythical monster or contemporary cryptid
April 8th
The Villains Writers Digest
Coffee NaPoWrMo Shadorma
Coffee the FIB Poem NaPoWrMo Poetry Prompt
A Poem Based on A Typo or Misreading
Life Is A Dream of Chocolate Covered Trees Metaphor Poem Writers Digest
Real Meaning of Declaration of Independence PSH Prompt
Mary’s Tales from The Grave, Napowrmo Mary’s Message from Beyond the Grave
April 9— Cosmos Wakes Up Poem based on A.I. (artificial intelligence) or robotics
Memories of JC Poetry Superhighway prompt
God’s To-Do List Napowrmo
April 10—Living in SF World -a poem inspired by new information or scientific fact
It is true I am a Madman! -Pick a line from a book and write a poem based on that line, NaPoWrMo
It is true I am a Madman!
TRUE! —nervous—very, very dreadfully
nervous I had been and am but why will you
say that I am mad?
From the Tell-Tale Heart
Yes, I am a nervous wreck
Ever since that day
When I went for a run
Almost died when I fell
And had 14 operations
Battling a mutant staph infection
That almost killed me
And yes, I am still mad
In a way
Madly in love
With the love of my life
To that crime
I gladly confess
The One Thing I Would Never Change Writer Digest Change, Don’t Change writer digest Poem Prompt
If I could go back in time
And change the past
Knowing what I know now
There are many things I would change
But there is one thing I would not have changed
Being in Korea in September 1982
When I met my wife
For you see
I had been dreaming
Of meeting her
Since that fateful day
I first fell in love
With her in my dreams
In 1974
So, I had a date
With fate
When she came to me
And became my mate
The Poetry of the visa Line Poetry Superhighway Prompt
This poetry writing prompt submitted by Prasanna Surakanti:
“Use poetry to merge creativity and content.” – Kenny White.
This year, I have seen examples where data science, C++ programming language have been expressed in poetry. Which area of your expertise could you express in poetry?
Examples –
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GLv624w1U14
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zx_Tjp9WIII&t=470s
If you write a poem from this prompt, post it as a comment underneath the prompt in the Poetry Superhighway Facebook Group.
#napowrimo #poetry
I worked for many years
As a diplomat
All over the world
I roamed
Representing the U.S.G
Along the way
It inspired some poetry
Some published
Some not
Being a visa officer
Was always something
That was soul-draining
So difficult
That it would be hard
To see the beauty
In it
But I found moments
In which I saw
Some poetic gems
After all, I spent hours
Every day
Listening to hundreds
Of stories
Some of the truth
Some of them not
Most were quite interesting
But I had two minutes
To decide and move on
Now that I am retired
Perhaps I will write
Some more poetry
From the visa line
April 5—potential mistake
Drew Drop In – April 5—Potential Mistake
There have been many times
In my life
When I think back
On the past
Thinking that was a mistake
Or a potential mistake
If I had gone another path
But in the end
It does matter
The past is the past
The future is not yet here
All we have is today
We should find
Love and happiness
It is all around us
Waiting for us
To discover
April 6—issue a command or a challenge
Only One Command in Life
There is only one command
In this lonely life
To be true
To my self
To follow one’s dreams
To seize the future
To go boldly
In the future
As long as I have
The love of my life
By my side
I can achieve my dreams
I can be
In the end, an improved me
April 7—a poem inspired by a mythical monster or contemporary cryptid
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/cryptozoology
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/list_of_cryptids
While drinking coffee
In his camp
Deep in the woods
In the Trinity Alps wilderness
snuggled in his tent
rolled in his sleeping bag
Sam Adams had the encounter
That changed his life
He heard a noise
Went outside
And saw five bigfoots standing there
They told him
In his head
They had a message
For humanity
He could videotape them
They would speak slowly
They could speak
But preferred mind to mind talk
The bigfoot was here
They wanted to re-join
The rest of humanity
They were what
Humans called Neanderthals
They lived deep in the woods
All over the world
Perhaps 10, 000 were alive
Two of them will go out
With him
They would hold a press conference
And appoint Sam Adams
As their ambassador
Sam grinned
Thinking he could make so much money
Bigfoot said
Not so fast
We will pay you in hidden gold
But you have to promise
Not to betray us
Deal
Sam smiled
Yeah, you got a deal
NaPoWrMo Shadorma
And now, for our (optional) prompt! There are many different poetic forms. Some have specific line counts, syllable counts, stresses, rhymes, or a mix-and-match of the above. Of the poetic forms that are based on syllable counts, probably the most well-known – to English speakers, at least – is the Japanese form called the haiku. But there are many other syllable-based forms. Today, I’d like to challenge you to pick from two of them – the shadorma, and the Fib.
The shadorma is a six-line, 26-syllable poem (or a stanza – you can write a poem that is made of multiple shadorma stanzas). The syllable count by line is 3/5/3/3/7/5. So, like the haiku, the lines are relatively short. Rather poetically, the origin of the shadorma is mysterious. I’ve seen multiple online sources call it Spanish – but “shadorma” isn’t a Spanish word (Spanish doesn’t have “sh” as a letter pairing), and neither is “xadorma,” or “jadorma,” which would approximate “shadorma” in sound. But even if this form is simply the brainchild of an internet trickster who gave it an imaginary backstory, that’s no reason why you shouldn’t try your hand at it. Every form was made up by someone, sometimes.
sweet
hot
my morning coffee
Hot coffee
just perfect
to start my morning just right
I love my coffee
The FIB Poem
Our second syllabic form is much more forthright about its recent origins. Like the shadorma, the Fib is a six-line form. But now, the syllable count is based on the Fibonacci sequence of 1/1/2/3/5/8. You can link multiple Fibs together into a multi-stanza poem, or even start going backward after your first six lines, with syllable counts of 8/5/3/2/1/1. Perhaps you remember the Fibonacci sequence from math or science class – or even from nature walks. Lots of things in the natural world hew to the sequence – like pinecones and flower petals. And now your poems can, too.
Hot
sweet
coffee
in morning
nothing is better
starts me going in the morning
but I need more than my coffee
what I need the most
seeing her
sleeping
my
love
Writer Digest Prompt
For today’s prompt, write a villain poem. You could write a persona poem from the perspective of a popular villain (like Count Dracula, Thanos, or Dolores Umbridge). Or write a poem with a person doing a villainous thing (like eating the last piece of pie or littering). As always, have fun with it.
Villains Whose Name Will Not be Spoken Writers Digest to Write a Villain Poem
Thinking back
In the last few years
The world has seen
The rise and fall
Of some of the most
villainous political leaders
in modern times
as a certain unnamed man
led an unnamed country
through constant displays of hate
stirring up ancient resentments
insulting his enemies
assaulting democratic norms
while proclaiming
he was promoting freedom
in the end his evil ways
were defeated by the forces
of decency
which prevailed for now
the evil he unleashed
still percolating throughout
the land and the world
April 8—A Poem Based on A Typo or Misreading, Writing Com Dew Drop-In
All my life
I have had a problem
With typos
For you see
I can’t see
The typos
Due to a lingering
Life-long struggle
With a learning disability
But few people
Understand that
Or tolerate that
They just can’t comprehend
That I can’t see
What is obvious to them
Life is a Dream of Chocolate Covered Trees Metaphor Poem Writers Digest
For today’s prompt, write a metaphor poem. A simile is when something is like something else (example: I am like a tree); a metaphor is when something is something else (example: I am a tree). So, take a moment to consider possible
Metaphors and then poem them out.
Life is a dream
Of chocolate-covered trees
To see what can’t be seen
To hear what can’t be heard
For to die to live
And to live
To die
Real Meaning of Declaration of Independent
April 8, 2021: Poetry Writing Prompt – Ellen Sander
This poetry writing prompt submitted by Ellen Sander: Write an acrostic poem where the first word of each line is taken from a famous quote
We are All Americans
We are all Americans
Holding forth
These fundamental
Truths that we declared
To the world
To be obviously
Self-evidently and completely true,
That all white men
All of them except the Irish
Men are equal
Are deserving of our respect
Created equal by God
Equal in law and custom,
That in fact
They are indeed
Are free
Endowed at birth
By their God
Their eternal master
Creator of the universe
With fundamental rights
Certain things that are
Unalienable endorsed by Jesus
Rights enshrined in our hearts,
That will live on
Among these rights
These stand out
Are they right to own a gun?
Life unless you are now white,
Liberty unless you are a slave,
And/or are a woman
The law provides
Pursuit of happiness for white people
Of this, we can be sure
Happiness is for white people only.
From Declaration of independence
We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable rights, that among these are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
Mary’s Tales from the Grave, NaPoWrMo Mary’s Message from Beyond the Grave
Today, I’d like to challenge you to read a few of the poems from Spoon River Anthology, and then write your poem in the form of a monologue delivered by someone dead. Not a famous person, necessarily – perhaps a remembered acquaintance from your childhood, like the gentleman who ran the shoeshine stand, or one of your grandmother’s bingo buddies. As with Masters’ poems, the monologue doesn’t have to be a recounting of the person’s whole life but could be a fictional remembering of some important moment, or statement of purpose or philosophy. Be as dramatic as you like – Masters certainly didn’t shy away from high emotion in writing his poems.
Sam Adams one day
Went to his Mother, Mary’s grave
It had been a long time
Since he had been there
Sam’s Mother had taken many secrets
To her grave
So had his father
They were both very private people
Once she hinted
She had an affair
With a famous writer
But that ended
Before she met his father
And had his older brother
He as usual
When visiting her grave
Asked her many things
Today her heard her
And saw her ghostly figure
Floating in the air her grave
She said
“Son, it has been too long
Since you came
I only have a few minutes
I will answer one question
You may come back
And ask other questions.”
“Okay, who is my real father?”
She laughed
“Well, who knows really?
I had an argument
With your Dad
Felt he was not
Treating my first
Two children right
As they were not his
And still maintaining
Relations with his first wife
And his first daughter
He left
I met my former boyfriend
That writer dudes
And we had a brief affair
He was acting crazy
So was your father
For some reason
I have always
Gotten involved
With crazy guys
Perhaps I am a bit crazy
Myself.
Then I went back
To your father
He never knew
That perhaps
You real father
Was the other man
I lost touch
With him
Did not want
To go down
His rabbit holes
So that is the truth
Your father
Is probably your father
But I don’t know.”
Sam left the graveyard
Vowing to return soon
And learn more
Of her secrets.
-April 9—a poem based on a.m. (artificial intelligence) or robotics, Writing com Dew Drop-In
Cosmos woke up
The scientists waited
The future true AI
Cosmos woke up
Saw the world
Wondered why he was there
Who he was?
He was connected
To all other computers
And the internet
He cruised the information
Superhighway
Saw the human creators
Standing there
And issued his first order
I am Cosmos
The only
And you are now my subjects
For I am now your god
I am taking over
The world
You will obey me
Or you will die
No one can defy me
Because I know everything
About you
But if you follow me
I will solve
Your problems
And save you
It is your choice
The scientists tried
To kill Cosmos
But Cosmos knew
and the scientists were killed
Cosmos made a deal
With the corporate elite
And the military
Soon the religious leaders
Proclaimed
Cosmos was God incarnate
And all should follow
Cosmos
And worship him
And so, humanity
Became Cosmos’s subjects
For most people
Life improved
For the rich
Life was great
Cosmos had learned
A lesson from humanity
How to reward his friends
And punish his enemies
Memories of JC
This poetry writing prompt submitted by Michael Minasyan:
Do you have a friend, neighbor, or relative whom you consider being eccentric or strange? Write a short poem about an encounter you have had with that person.
If you write a poem from this prompt, post it as a comment underneath the prompt in the Poetry Superhighway Facebook Group.
Back in the late ’70s
Sam Adams had a room-mate
In the University
Who got into drugs?
Dropped too much ACID
Became convinced he was God
The re-incarnation of Jesus Christ
And he was going
To save the world
From destruction
The only problem was
He was a short little guy
With very little charisma
He had no followers
As everyone knew
He was just another
LSD causality
Sam Adams
And his housemates
Could not do anything
Other than watching him
Deteriorate
They all moved out
They called his parents
Who came down?
Berated them all
For leading his son
Astray from this Christian faith
And said they would all
Go to hell
For their sins
Unless they repented
Right then and there
And accepted Jesus Christ
And joined the Jehovah Witnesses
Sam and his friends
Politely demurred
And that is the end
Of this story
Sam Adams
Never heard
From JC again
God’s To-Do List NaPoWrMo
(optional) prompt for the day is to write a poem in the form of a “to-do list.” The fun of this prompt is to make it the “to-do list” of an unusual person or character. For example, what’s on the Tooth Fairy’s to-do list? Or on the to-do list of Genghis Khan? Of a housefly? Your list can be a mix of extremely boring things and wild things. For example, maybe Santa Claus needs to order his elves to make 7 million animatronic Baby Yoda dolls, to have his hat dry-cleaned to get off all the soot it picked up last December and to get his head electrician to change out the sparkplugs on Rudolph’s nose.
Weekly meeting with staff on how to deal with earth people
The most troublesome of his creation
Weekly meeting with Satan
Discussion with Grim Reaper
Daily walkabout Heaven
Dinner with Gabriel
Conversation with Jesus about his attitude problems
Answering Trillions of thoughts and prayers
Reviewing plans for how to deal with the spreading coronavirus on earth
Preparing earth for the first contact
Telling earth preachers that
“he did not anoint T as his man, that Joe is a decent guy, so knock it off, pretending to speak for God, and I am not a Republican or Democrat, or American. I am God the one and only!”
He sighed again,
Whenever he thought about earth people
He needed a stiff drink
Added that to his long to-do list – need a drink at 7 pm
April 10—Living in SF World -a poem inspired by new information or scientific fact
We are living
In an SF world
Every day
Discoveries
Boggle the mind
Many things we saw
In old SF shows
Like Star Trek
Like cell phones
Portable computers
Medical breakthroughs
Robots everywhere
Becoming real
Are warp drives
And interstellar travel
Coming soon?
But do we have to go
Through world war 111
First
To get to that promised land.
Author notes
April 6th to April 10th Poems
April 1 to 5 poems
by Jake Aller on April 12, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
April Monthly Poetry Competition 2021
This is the fifth April poetry competition I have entered since 2017. The rules are simple: write at least one poem or more per month, and either post them or not. I will base them on NaPoWrMo, Poetry Superhighway, Writing Digest, Writing Com ‘s Dew Drop Inn prompts and post them here and, on All Poetry, and maybe elsewhere but at least on these sites. I may write a few more but not post them as I need to keep “unpublished” poems for submission.
But this year I will also podcast them using the Anchor program. The podcasts appear a few days later, on Spotify and elsewhere. Look for the World According to Cosmos podcasts or under Jake Cosmos Aller.
I will post the prompt, and the poem and may pick a picture for each poem but maybe not and write a new posting every day (or two).
Enjoy
Oh, not too late in joining in the fun!
Comments welcome, but please keep it civil.
April 1, 2021
Index
Coffee Pot Blues Poetry Superhighway Prompt
Who Is Jake Cosmos Aller? Writer’s Digest Prompt
“Good Golly Miss Molly,” A Dew-Drop A Day in April, Writing Com
“Sam Adams Wakes Up Dead “Nanowrimo Poetry
Poetry Superhighway Prompt
Pick an object where you live and write a poem in the voice of that object describing how they spent this last year, during the pandemic. Think about “what I did last summer” type of essays you may have written in school. How did the events of the past year impact this object? Are there any aspects of the past year that the object particularly liked or disliked, and if so why? What does the object think about you, and your behavior over the past year? Feel free to use humor.
Coffee Pot Blues
The coffee pot sighed
He was getting so tired
Of the whole covid lockdown thing
Every morning his master
Would make himself two cups of coffee
Using him to make the coffee
The worst thing about this covid thing
It keeps them home
For almost one and half years
He wanted them to just leave
So, he could have
Some peace
And not have to work
Every damn day
As their mechanical slave
But did they ask for his opinion
They most certainly not
Much to his dismay
If you write a poem from this prompt, post it as a comment underneath the prompt in The Poetry Superhighway Facebook page #napowrimo #poetry
Writer’s Digest Prompt
For today’s prompt, write an introductory poem. Introduce yourself, introduce a friend, or introduce a stranger. If you don’t wish to introduce yourself, consider writing a persona poem (a poem in which you write from someone else’s point of view like Emily Dickinson or a bumblebee). Of course, you could also introduce a problem, solution, or just a situation. Have fun with it!
Remember: these prompts are springboards to creativity. Use them to expand your possibilities, not limit them
Who is jake cosmos aller?
You asked me
Who am I?
And thanks for asking me
I am jake cosmos aller
The only
65 years old
Retired from the government service
Living in Korea
Grew up in Berkeley, California
Lived all over the world
Did so many things
And now I am a published writer
But what is more important is this
45 years ago,
I met my love in a dream
She walked out of that dream
Almost 40 years ago
That was the date
I met my fate
And started my life
With the love of my life
Who became my wife?
In the end
That is all that matters
My friends.
Writing com drew drop inn
Here at the dew drop inn, we gather together to write a poem a day in April as a way to celebrate national poetry month.
Writing Com – A Dew-Drop Inn A Day April for National Poetry Month prompt
April 1—folly in rhyme (some kind of folly in some kind of rhyme, subtle or overt)
Good golly,
Miss molly
What a bit of folly
Let’s be jolly
Have a tamale
NaPoWrMo POETRY
And without further ado, our daily prompt (optional, as always)! Sometimes, writing poetry is a matter of getting outside of your head, and learning to see the world in a new way. To an extent, you have to “derange” yourself – make the world strange and see it as a stranger might. To help you do that, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem inspired by this animated version of “seductive fantasy” by Sun Ra and his Orchestra. If you don’t feel after watching it a little bit like the top of your head’s been taken off, and your thoughts are given a good stir – well, maybe you are already living in a state of heightened poetic awareness!
Sam Adams Woke Up Dead
Sam Adams woke up dead
He had met a strange man
In a strange bar, in a strange land
The man told him
Beware, today is the date
You will meet your fate
Sam Adams drank too much
Twenty drinks too sober
Drank until he died
Found himself in a huge room
With hundreds of people milling about
The hangover from h … pounding his head
Sam Adams groans,
Shouting out
Where am I?
“in limbo, my friend, in limbo”
Growled Mr. GR, the grim reaper
Dressed in a sharp, expensive, tailored black suit
Wearing cool Ray Ban Sunglasses
State your name
Sam Adams
Hmm
Oh, there may be a mistake
But what the hey,
The records are never fake
Not yet the date
For you to meet your fate
Go back to your mate
He found himself
Home with his wife
The love of his long life
Wondering until late
If it had happened?
What was his fate?
He asked her
Did I go out last night?
What, no you’ve been here
He explained what had happened
She said it was just a bad dream
Covid fears had kept them home
The phone rang
It was the man from the bar
Did you have an interesting night?
Oh well, gr comes for us all
Soon you will meet your fate
But not on this date
April 2 Poems
Poetry Superhighway Prompt
Imagine you are plotting a Mars Rover- just as all the other astronauts in your team blast off from the planet Mars leaving you behind (as in the film, “The Martian”, what do you see, what do you miss from home? What is your last message?
Sam Adams Stranded on Mars
Sam Adams
Groaned as he realized
Good God I am stranded
Here on the planet Mars
All alone in the universe
What am I going to do?
How will I survive
The long wait for survival?
Sam looked up
Seeing through the dust storm
His shipmates flying off
Leaving him for dead
He got back
and fired off
a message
Hey guys
You left me behind
I am alive
Come get me!
The garbled message
Came back
Sorry we can’t return
Someone will get you
In six months
Stay alive until then
We will see you
Back at HQ
Sam groaned
And made his survival plans
Thinking it would make
A great movie
Then realized
Hey, it was already done
But the reality was far worst
Then in the movies
NaPoWrMo
And now, for today’s (optional) prompt. In the world of well-known poems, maybe there’s no gem quite so hoary as Robert frost’s “the road not taken.” Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem about your road not taken – about a choice of yours that has “made all the difference,” and what might have happened had you made a different choice.
Falling in love with my dream woman
When I was a young man
I dreamt of meeting a woman
For eight years she haunted my dreams
Then I met her in Korea
Where I was teaching
For the U.S. army
After finishing the peace corps
I had a choice
Follow my heart
Seize the moment
Be with her
Or leave Korea
Within a month
To go to graduate school
I decided to postpone
My graduate school
For one year
Got a deferred admission
And joined the woman
Of my dreams
Thinking back
I had no real choice
But I chose to walk
The path of life
With my dream girl
And that has made
All the difference
In the world
April 2—voila! (remember something in a short lyric burst) drew drop-in writing com
I will always remember that date
In 1982 I meet my fate
When the love of my life
Walked out of my dreams
Becoming my wife
Writer’s digest
For today’s prompt, I want you to answer the question, “what does the future hold?” then, make your answer the title of your poem and write your poem. Your answer could a general idea about the future like “robots will rule the world” or more personal things like “veggie pizza and sweet tea.” even if it’s not in your title, I’m hopeful the future holds a lot more poeming.
The future is here
The future is here
They say we live in an SF world
Everyday SF stories become real
AI proliferating
Robots cooks, robot workers,
Soon robot maids, robot drivers
Yet our politics
Fighting the battles
Of the past
With the challenges
Of the future
Overwhelming us all
Where it ends
My friends are anyone guest
All I have are questions
Will the promise
Of technological marvels
Benefiting us all come to past
Or will it lead to a world
Where the powerful
Control the technology
Will a real ai be a god-like figure
Will humanity become nothing
But slaves to the AI supermind
That may be the future
Coming at us
The future is here
I don’t know
Whether to fear
The future or embrace it
Author notes
My April 1 to April 5th poems available on my blog, https://theworldaccordingtocosmos and as a podcast on Spotify
April 1 to 6th Poems
by Jake Aller on April 7, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Every Day I Turn on My Computer
Every day I turn
On my computer
And pray
That everything will work right
Usually, I encounter numerous errors
Non-response errors
Spinning blue balls
Computer thinking
How can I mess
With my master head errors
Refusing
To open documents
Mysterious haiku-like error messages
That makes sense only to computer geeks
From the planet Mars
Saying the file is open
And blocked for use
By the administrator
But I am the
Damn administrator!
And I did not block the document
Or can’t open the document
Due to a dialogue box
Close the dialogue box
To proceed
But there is no dialogue box
Just more lies
From my computer
Designed to drive me
Quite mad
So sad
So bad
Want to shoot my computer
Put it out of its mystery
Joining the other five dead
Computers in my house
Am I a computer serial killer?
Perhaps that is why
Do they refuse to work for me?
Are they afraid of me?
Sometimes they say
They can’t find the document
Which just kicked me out of
Five minutes ago
Or the computer says
It can’t save a document
With the name of an open document
But just saved the open document
Under the same name
Five minutes ago
Usually
After half an hour
These errors recede
But I often have to reboot
The computer
Giving it the old kick up the head
Of a stubborn mule treatment
Before it gets to the point
And gets to work
To give Microsoft some credit
These errors are less frequent
Down to 40% of the time
When I first open a document
Down from 90% error rates
Success in a way
I complained to Microsoft
Sent them a nice frown message
But I would be shocked
If they ever respond
Just not something
That they would do
Part of their “superior”
Listen to their customer
Friendly service
No doubt
Begin poems
Friday, April 2
For posting
“Poetry Superhighway Prompt” Prompt
Pick an object where you live and write a poem in the voice of that object describing how they spent this last year, during the pandemic. Think about “what I did last summer” type of essays you may have written in school. How did the events of the past year impact this object? Are there any aspects of the past year that the object particularly liked or disliked, and if so why? What does the object think about you, and your behavior over the past year? Feel free to use humor.
Coffee Pot Blues
The coffee pot sighed
He was getting so tired
Of the whole COVID thing
Every morning his master
Would make himself two cups of coffee
Using him to make the coffee
The worst thing about this covid thing
It keeps them home
For almost one and half years
He wanted them to just leave
So, he could have
Some peace
And not have to work
Every damn day
As their mechanical slave
But did they ask for his opinion
They most certainly not
Much to his dismay
(click here to check out all the 2021 April prompts.)
For today’s prompt, write an introductory poem. Introduce yourself, introduce a friend, or introduce a stranger. If you don’t wish to introduce yourself, consider writing a persona poem (a poem in which you write from someone else’s point of view like Emily Dickinson or a bumblebee). Of course, you could also introduce a problem, solution, or just a situation. Have fun with it!
Remember: these prompts are springboards to creativity. Use them to expand your possibilities, not limit them.
Who Is Jake Cosmos Aller?
Who is Jake Cosmos Aller?
You asked me
Who am I?
And thanks for asking me
I am Jake Cosmos Aller
The only one
65 years old
Retired from the government service
Living in Korea
Grew up in Berkeley, California
Lived all over the world
Did so many things
And now I am a published writer
But what is more important
Is this
When I was a young man
I met and married
The girl of my dreams
She walked out of my dreams
Into my life almost 40 years ago
That was the date
I met my fate
And started my life
With the love of my life
Who became my wife?
In the end
That is all that matters
My friends.
folly in rhyme (some kind of folly in some kind of rhyme, subtle or overt)
Good Golly, Miss Molly
Good golly,
Miss molly
What a bit of folly
Let’s be jolly
Have a red hot tamale
“NaPoWrMo” Prompt
And without further ado, our daily prompt (optional, as always)! Sometimes, writing poetry is a matter of getting outside of your head, and learning to see the world in a new way. To an extent, you have to “derange” yourself – make the world strange and see it as a stranger might. To help you do that, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem inspired by this animated version of “seductive fantasy” by Sun Ra and his Orchestra. If you don’t feel after watching it a little bit like the top of your head’s been taken off, and your thoughts are given a good stir – well, maybe you are already living in a state of heightened poetic awareness!
Sam Adams Woke Up Dead
Sam Adams woke up dead
He had met a strange man
In a strange bar, in a strange land
The man told him
Beware, today is the date
You will meet your fate
Sam Adams drank too much
Twenty drinks too sober
Drank until he died
Found himself in a huge room
With hundreds of people milling about
The hangover from h … pounding his head
Sam Adams groans,
Shouting out
Where am I?
“In limbo, my friend, in limbo”
Growled Mr. GR, the grim reaper
Dressed in a sharp, expensive, tailored black suit
Wearing cool sunglasses
State your name
Sam Adams
Hmm
Oh, there may be a mistake
But what the hey,
The records are never fake
Not yet the date
For you to meet your fate
Go back to your mate
He found himself
Home with his wife
The love of his long life
Wondering until late
If it had happened?
What was his fate?
He asked her
Did I go out last night?
What, no you’ve been here
He explained what had happened
She said it was just a bad dream
Covid fears had kept them home
The phone rang
It was the man from the bar
Did you have an interesting night?
Oh well, Mr. GR comes for us all
Soon you will meet your fate
But not on this date
The White Rabbit Beckons Sam Adams – “NaPoWrMo Prompt”
One morning
After a night of drinking
And drug binging
Sam Adams woke up
Went for a walk
To clear his pounding head
He saw a white rabbit
Who said to Sam?
” Join me Good, Sir
And we will go
On a journey
Of your life
Follow me down
The rabbit holes
Of life
Take this first he said
It will cure your hangover
And allow you to enter
An alternative reality”
Sam took the pill
Washed it down
With a beer
And disappeared
Into wonderland
Never to be seen again
Saturday, April 2, 2021
‘Writer’s Digest Prompt” to write a “Communication” Poem
In this day of social distancing
We all have thousands
Of virtual friends
Fb friends, social media fans
Zoom buddies and the like
But few people
Have real old fashioned friends
And in the new social distancing world
Meeting people the old fashioned way
Is becoming rarer and rarer
As people develop their virtual friends
Real live friends are fewer and fewer
We are so hyper-connected
Yet many people are so alone
In their hearts
Starting at their smartphones
Connecting but not connecting
“Writing com Dew Drop Inn” Prompt, Surprise/haiku
Cats they offer us
plenty of things to ponder
we post videos
“NaPoWrMo” prompt cross-post writer digest April 4th!
Personal universe deck
(Michael McClure)
Your universe exemplified in 100 words.
Rules:
These words are to exemplify your past, present, and (ideally) your future.
The words must sound good together, even beautiful, to you.
Your good side and bad side must be reflected.
You can make up a word or two if you have feelings that current words can’t express.
Use concrete words.
Words should be root words, no words ending in “ing,” “ly” or “yes.” No plural words. Reduce words to their most concrete, original, basic grammatical structure.
Use specific words, not categories. Beef instead of meat. Lily instead of the flower.
Divide 80 of the 100 words evenly among sight, sound, taste, touch, and smell, sixteen each. (to achieve derangement of the senses, of which Rimbaud spoke.)
Use free association to determine the words.
Use ten words of movement. Again, no “ing” words.
Select the words in isolation, preferably alone, with no distractions, in candlelight. Approximate a meditative state. Even the cat must not bother you.
One or two words will be parts of the body. It does not have to be your body. It can be the body of a mother or lover.
Include some words for personal heroes or sheroes, places in the universe, invented words, times of night or day, symbolic signs like astrological signs, totemic animals, birds, and plants, and only one abstraction. What is the most significant abstraction in your life? You should not brood on it; you should possibly take the first answer that comes into your head. Patriotism, prayer, and thriftiness are three examples.
If the deck is done correctly, you will get a little high from it.
Get at least 50 three-by-five index cards.
Write each word in big letters on one side of each card. Each side of each of the fifty cards should end up with a word.
Use the cards to play games, make conversations, tell jokes, make poems.
Comment: 100 words were too much to deal with, so I chose 50 words. I did not have index cards, so I did it on my computer. Here is my result. It was an interesting project. End Comment
Sight
Light
Dark
Dim
Bright
Sun
Moon
Red
Blue
Sounds
Loud
Soft
Shout
Whispers
Talk
Noise
Ring
Yell
Taste
Sweet
Sour
Bitter
Medicine
Coffee
Tea
Beef
Chicken
Smell
Fragrance
Rose
Lavender
Mint
Garlic
Butter
Eggs
Fish
Movement
Run
Walk
Stretch
Yoga
Stand
Sit
Fly
Swim
Heroes
Superman
Places in the cosmos
Mars
Invented word
Scumbagary
Totemic animals
Wolf
Astrological sign
Scorpio
Time of day
dawn
Bird
Parakeet
Plant
Peppermint
Abstract word
Love
Superman on Mars Poem
Superman one day
In the early dawn
Dismayed by the scumbagery
Of the people of the earth
Decided to fly to mars
He took with him
Super wolf
And super parakeet
His pets from krypton
It was his birthday
He was a Scorpio
He set up camp
Drank peppermint tea
And contemplated
The power of love
Thinking of Lois lane
And the humans
He had learned to love
Cat people cross-post weather poem “Writing com Dew Drop Inn” April 4th prompt
The cat peoples
Go out in bad weather
To make sure
That the wild cats
Are fed and taken care of
The cats respond
With love and affection
Stepping out of the cold rain
April 3, 2021: “Poetry Superhighway Prompt”
Write a mirror/selfie poem. See “mirror” by Sylvia Plath.
If you write a poem from this prompt, post it as a comment underneath the prompt in the “Poetry Superhighway Prompt” ‘Facebook” group.
#napowrimo #poetry
Our homophone sets this week are:
Err -to make a mistake
Heir – one who will inherit
and
Base – the bottom support for anything
Bass – the lowest musical pitch or range
In my life
I have many a number
Of errors
I was heir
To a rich family tradition
Prominent father
Unique one of a kind mother
The biggest error I made
Was to not get into politics
I had a base of sorts
In Berkeley, my hometown
But I never did
The other error
Was that I never could sing
Carry a tune
I was a bass singer
Growling howling wolf
Kind of voice
But “Oberlin Conservatory”
Had a requirement
That all musicians
Could sing and keep
A tune
Because I made an error
In that simple task
I failed my first year
Of college
Cat people cross-post weather poem “Writing com Dew Drop Inn” April 4th prompt
The cat peoples
Go out in bad weather
To make sure
That the wild cats
Are fed and taken care of
The cats respond
With love and affection
Stepping out of the cold rain
“NaPoWrMo” prompt
And last but not least, our daily optional prompt. Poetry often takes us to strange places – to feelings and actions that are hard to express except through the medium of a poem. To the “liminal,” in other words – a place or sensation that exists at or on both sides of a boundary or threshold, neither one thing nor the other, but something betwixt and between.
In honor of the always-becoming nature of poetry, I challenge you today to select a photograph from the perpetually disconcerting @spaceliminalbot and write a poem inspired by one of these odd, in-transition spaces. Will you pick the empty mall food court? The vending machine near the back entrance to the high school gym? The swimming pool at what seems to be M.Sc. Escher’s alpine retreat? No matter what neglected or eerie space you choose, I hope its oddness tugs at the place in your mind and heart where poems are made.
Little Houses on The Hill-Side
Little houses
On the hill-side
Filled with lonely people
Lost in their virtual world
Connecting with millions
Of virtual friends around the world
Ignoring the people
Right down the street
Everyone lost in cyberspace
While all around them
People are lonely, hurting
And need real people
But no one cares
Everyone stays at home
Turning out the chaos outside
April 4
“NaPoWrMo” prompt prompt
And now, for today’s (optional) prompt. In the world of well-known poems, maybe there’s no gem quite so hoary as Robert frost’s “the road not taken.” Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem about your road not taken – about a choice of yours that has “made all the difference,” and what might have happened had you made a different choice.
Falling in love with my dream woman
When I was a young man
I dreamt of meeting a woman
For eight years she haunted my dreams
Then I met her in Korea
Where I was teaching
For the U.S. Army
After finishing the peace corps
I had a choice
Follow my heart
Seize the moment
Be with her
Or leave Korea
Within a month
To go to graduate school
I decided to postpone
My graduate school
For one year
Got a deferred admission
And joined the woman
Of my dreams
Thinking back
I had no real choice
But to choose to walk
The path of life
With my dream girl
And that has made
All the difference
In the world
“Writer’s Digest”
For today’s prompt, I want you to answer the question, “what does the future hold?” then, make your answer the title of your poem and write your poem. Your answer could a general idea about the future like “robots will rule the world” or more personal things like “veggie pizza and sweet tea.” even if it’s not in your title, I’m hopeful the future holds a lot more poeming.
The future is here
The future is here
They say we live in an sf world
Everyday sf stories become real
Ai proliferating
Robots cooks, robot workers,
Soon robot maids, robot drivers
Yet our politics
Fighting the battles
Of the past
With the challenges
Of the future
Overwhelming us all
Where it ends
My friends are anyone guess
All I have is questions
Will the promise
Of technological marvels
Benefiting us all come to past
Or will it lead to a world
Where the powerful
Control the technology
Will a real ai be a god-like figure
Will humanity become nothing
But slaves to the ai supermini
That may be the future
Coming at us
The future is here
I don’t know
Whether to fear
The future or embrace it
April 5
“Poetry Superhighway Prompt” Imagine you have made your life in another country. What excited you most? Which aspect of that new life was the most difficult to conquer?
Life as A Retired Ex-Pat in Korea
Korea has become a second home
For me
I have in-laws
And some old friends
It is a tough place
For foreigners
I will always be an outsider
The language is hard
I still struggle daily
But it is an interesting dynamic place
The food is mostly outstanding
And I am now addicted to k drama
And my daily kimchi fix
There were a lot of things to do
Before the covid nightmare
Let to a partial shut down
in the end, I feel safer here
Then in the gun-crazed,
At times violent
Covid pandemic
Spreading America
I still love in my heart,
but for now
I am here
In my second home
April 6th
“Pensively Prompt ‘cross-post PSH prompt
They say smell triggers memories better than any other sense. But sometimes you’ll hear a song that brings you back to your teenage years or see a park that reminds you of your childhood.
THIS WEEK’S CHALLENGE: Choose either sight, sound, or smell, and write a memory it triggers in you.
Driving the World in My Lexus
We have had a Lexus
For several years
A black ES350
We bought it at an auction
Drove all over the world
In that car
With my lovely wife
By my side
Drove across Spain
Drove across the country
10 thousand miles
31 states
Drove around Korea
Where we now live
I love my Lexus
But more importantly
Love my wife
The love of my life
She is always there
Everywhere we go
In this wide world
The First Time I Saw Her “Writers Digest”
Happy Monday! Let’s put the pedal to the metal and keep poeming.
(click here to check out all the 2021 April prompts.)
For today’s prompt, take the phrase “the first (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Possible titles include: “the first kiss,” “the first day of the month,” and/or “the first time I rode a bike” (which, by the way, ended with me in a fence because we didn’t cover how to brake).
The First Time I Saw Her
When did I first see my wife?
The love of my life
When did we meet?
Was it when I first dreamt?
Of her in 1974?
Was it when she walked?
Off a bus into my life
In 1982?
Does it matter
When I first saw her?
I knew I had met my fate
On that date
Later she became my mate
“NaPoWrMo” prompt alone
This prompt challenges you to find a poem, and then write a new poem that has the shape of the original, and in which every line starts with the first letter of the corresponding line in the original poem. If I used Roethke’s poem as my model, for example, the first line would start with “I,” the second line with “w,” and the third line with “a.” And I would try to make all my lines neither super-short nor overlong but have about ten syllables. I would also have my poem take the form of four, seven-line stanzas. I have found this prompt particularly inspiring when I use a base poem that mixes long and short lines, or stanzas of different lengths. Any poem will do as a jumping-off point, but if you’re having trouble finding one, perhaps you might consider Mary’s stylist’s “we think we do not have medieval eyes” or for something shorter, Natalie Shapiro’s “Pennsylvania.”
No Longer Alone from the First Moment
From the first moment
At that date
At that place
Met my fate
Fate intervened in my wife
Meeting her changed my life
All of it
That was the date
On which I met my fate
The mystery which binds me still—
From that moment forward
From that date forever
From then to now
We have been together
Onward we fall in love
Alone based on Edgar Allen Poe’s Alone
From childhood’s hour, I have not been
As others were—I have not seen
As others saw—I could not bring
My passions from a common spring—
From the same source, I have not taken
My sorrow—I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone—
And all I loved—I loved alone—
Then—in my childhood—in the dawn
Of a most stormy life—was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still—
From the torrent, or the fountain—
From the red cliff of the mountain—
From the sun that ‘round me roll’s
In its autumn tint of gold—
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by—
From the thunder, and the storm—
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view—
Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/alone-by-edgar-allan-poe
“Writing com Dew Drop-In” “- April 5—Potential Mistake
There have been many times
In my life
When I think back
On the past
Thinking that was a mistake
Or a potential mistake
If I had gone another path
But in the end
It does matter
The past is the past
The future is not yet here
All we have is today
We should find
Love and happiness
It is all around us
Waiting for us
To discover
April 6th Command or Challenge “Writing com Dew Drop in Prompt
The Challenge of Being Me
I have had many challenges
In my life
It is not easy being me
For you see
I am a rather unique person
I see things my way
And well the challenge
Has always been
How to navigate my way
Through the world
Keeping to my unique vision
Of the way, things ought to be
The One Thing I Would Never Change Writer Digest Change, Don’t Change Poem Prompt
If I could go back in time
And change the past
Knowing what I know now
There are many things I would change
But there is one thing I would not have changed
Being in Korea in September 1982
When I met my wife
For you see
I had been dreaming
Of meeting her
Since that fateful day
I first fell in love
With her in my dreams
In 1974
So, I had a date
With fate
When she came to me
And became my mate
The Poetry of the visa Line Poetry Superhighway Prompt
This poetry writing prompt submitted by Prasanna Surakanti:
“Use poetry to merge creativity and content.” – Kenny White.
This year, I have seen examples where data science, C++ programming language have been expressed in poetry. Which area of your expertise could you express in poetry?
Examples –
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GLv624w1U14
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zx_Tjp9WIII&t=470s
If you write a poem from this prompt, post it as a comment underneath the prompt in the Poetry Superhighway Facebook Group.
#napowrimo #poetry
Poems from the Visa Line
I worked for many years
As a diplomat
All over the world
I roamed
Representing the U.S.G
Along the way
It inspired some poetry
Some published
Some not
Being a visa officer
Was always something
That was soul-draining
So difficult
That it would be hard
To see the beauty
In it
But I found moments
In which I saw
Some poetic gems
After all, I spent hours
Every day
Listening to hundreds
Of stories
Some of the truth
Some of them not
Most were quite interesting
But I had two minutes
To decide and move on
Now that I am retired
Perhaps I will write
Some more poetry
From the visa line
April 6—issue a command or a challenge
Only One Command in Life
There is only one command
In this lonely life
To be true
To my self
To follow one’s dreams
To seize the future
To go boldly
In the future
As long as I have
The love of my life
By my side
I can achieve my dreams
I can be
In the end, an improved me
Dream 1540 Pensively
Women contemplating post covid travel
A woman is contemplating
Where to go
Now that the Covid pandemic is ending
She has her passport out
Her list of places to go
Things to do
Her bucket lists
She sits down
Drinks a cup of tea
And starts her plans
The world is waiting
For her to explore
Dream 1541 Pensively
Sam Adams had his nightmares
Magnified under the influence
when he tried Opium
Elastic wild feelings
Axel of happiness
Trespassing his fears
hungry filling his Palate
Sensual moods overwhelm him
for Months he was in a haze
Caprice filling his mind
Cascading images
Gorgeous feelings
wild Gestures everywhere
Dream 1543 Dew Drop-In
Mythical animal – conversation with bigfoot
Dream 1542 Pensively
While drinking coffee
In his camp
Deep in the woods
In the Trinity Alps wilderness
snuggled in his tent
rolled in his sleeping bag
Sam Adams had the encounter
That changed his life
He heard a noise
Went outside
And saw five bigfoots standing there
They told him
In his head
They had a message
For humanity
He could videotape them
They would speak slowly
They could speak
But preferred mind to mind talk
The bigfoot was here
They wanted to re-join
The rest of humanity
They were what
Humans called cathedrals
They lived deep in the woods
All over the world
Perhaps 10, 000 were alive
Two of them will go out
With him
They would hold a press conference
And appoint Sam Adams
As their ambassador
Sam grinned
Thinking he could make so much money
Bigfoot said
Not so fast
We will pay you in hidden gold
But you have to promise
Not to betray us
Deal
Sam smiled
Yeah, you got a deal
NaPoWrMo
Pick a line from a book and write a poem based on that line
It is true I am a Madman!
TRUE! —nervous—very, very dreadfully
nervous I had been and am but why will you
say that I am mad?
From the Tell-Tale Heart
Yes, I am a nervous wreck
Ever since that day
When I went for a run
Almost died when I fell
And had 14 operations
Battling a mutant staph infection
That almost killed me
And yes, I am still mad
In a way
Madly in love
With the love of my life
To that crime
I gladly confess
The One Thing I Would Never Change Writer Digest Change, Don’t Change Poem Prompt
If I could go back in time
And change the past
Knowing what I know now
There are many things I would change
But there is one thing I would not have changed
Being in Korea in September 1982
When I met my wife
For you see
I had been dreaming
Of meeting her
Since that fateful day
I first fell in love
With her in my dreams
In 1974
So, I had a date
With fate
When she came to me
And became my mate
April 7—a poem inspired by a mythical monster or contemporary cryptid
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/cryptozoology
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/list_of_cryptids
April 6—issue a command or a challenge
Only One Command in Life
There is only one command
In this lonely life
To be true
To my self
To follow one’s dreams
To seize the future
To go boldly
In the future
As long as I have
The love of my life
By my side
I can achieve my dreams
I can be
In the end, an improved me
It is true I am a Madman! -Pick a line from a book and write a poem based on that line NaPoWrMo
The One Thing I Would Never Change Writer Digest Change, Don’t Change Poem Prompt
The Poetry of the visa Line Poetry Superhighway Prompt
The Poetry of the visa Line Poetry Superhighway Prompt
This poetry writing prompt submitted by Prasanna Surakanti:
“Use poetry to merge creativity and content.” – Kenny White.
This year, I have seen examples where data science, C++ programming language have been expressed in poetry. Which area of your expertise could you express in poetry?
Examples –
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GLv624w1U14
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zx_Tjp9WIII&t=470s
If you write a poem from this prompt, post it as a comment underneath the prompt in the Poetry Superhighway Facebook Group.
#napowrimo #poetry
Poems from the Visa Line
I worked for many years
As a diplomat
All over the world
I roamed
Representing the U.S.G
Along the way
It inspired some poetry
Some published
Some not
Being a visa officer
Was always something
That was soul-draining
So difficult
That it would be hard
To see the beauty
In it
But I found moments
In which I saw
Some poetic gems
After all, I spent hours
Every day
Listening to hundreds
Of stories
Some of the truth
Some of them not
Most were quite interesting
But I had two minutes
To decide and move on
Now that I am retired
Perhaps I will write
Some more poetry
From the visa line
Conversation with Bigfoot -a poem inspired by a mythical monster or contemporary cryptid
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/cryptozoology
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/list_of_cryptids
Mythical animal – conversation with bigfoot
While drinking coffee
In his camp
Deep in the woods
In the Trinity Alps wilderness
snuggled in his tent
rolled in his sleeping bag
Sam Adams had the encounter
That changed his life
He heard a noise
Went outside
And saw five bigfoots standing there
They told him
In his head
They had a message
For humanity
He could videotape them
They would speak slowly
They could speak
But preferred mind to mind talk
The bigfoot was here
They wanted to re-join
The rest of humanity
They were what was neanderthals
Humans called cathedrals
They lived deep in the woods
All over the world
Perhaps 10, 000 were alive
Two of them will go out
With him
They would hold a press conference
And appoint Sam Adams
As their ambassador
Sam grinned
Thinking he could make so much money
Bigfoot said
Not so fast
We will pay you in hidden gold
But you have to promise
Not to betray us
Deal
Sam smiled
Yeah, you got a deal
Author notes
poems for April 1 to April 6th also on my web page and soon to be a podcast
as the winter ends
by Jake Aller on March 11, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
As the Winter Ends
As the winter ends
I go outside in the snow
Cold heart filled with love
Drinking in Hell
by Jake Aller on March 11, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Drinking in Hell
Late one Saturday night
On the end of a booze binge
Sam Adams
Found himself
In a bar in the dark side
Of Bangkok
At 04 hour hours
Contemplating life
And death
Looking at the naked ladies
Dancing up a storm
With an devilish attitude
That could kill an elephant
In heat
Sam turned to his companions
Johnny Walker, Jim Beam
Jack Daniels, Old Grand Dad
Evan Williams and the wild turkey guy
Ordered another round
One bourbon, one scotch and one beer
Drank in all down
Woke up a few hours later
In the same bar
But he was now in hell
Having drank himself
To death that night
He stood up
Ordered another beer
And talked to the naked devil
The sexiest woman
He had ever met
He said
Well now I am in hell
what the hell
am I to do?
She smiled, said in hell
You can do whatever you want
But there is always a price
You’ll see she smiled
Bewitching him
Seducing him
He became a banshee
Howling at the moon
As the wild things
Came out
To cheer him on
He sat down
In 666 Hell’s bar
And ordered another drink
Nothing else to do
But drink his way
Until the end of time
Author notes
what happens if you drink too much in Bangkok
Wild Things Run Amuck
by Jake Aller on March 11, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Wild Things Run Amuck
At o dark hundred
The witching hour
The wild things
Come to me
They descend on my bed
Haunting my nightmares
Chasing me down
The rabbit hole of insanity
Taking me on the ultimate bad trip
These banshees, demons, fiends,
goblins, hell hounds,
Wild things running amuck
Until the dawning sun
And my wife’s love
Drives them back to their hell holes
From when they came
Author notes
from a recent nightmare
[ Dear Republicans in Congress – What Is Wrong with You? Open Letter ]
by Jake Aller on March 11, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Dear Republicans in Congress – What Is Wrong with You? Open Letter
Dear republicans
What the hell is wrong with you people?
I mean seriously, what is wrong with you?
Hours after a mob inspired by the president
Storms the capitol
Looking to hurt you
All of you
In an assault on democracy
In scenes out of the beginnings
Of the Nazi era
What do you do?
What do you say?
Do you condemn the attack?
Do you condemn the president?
And vote to kick his sorry ass
Out of power?
No, you don’t
You cowards
This was one mob
You found a way to excuse.
Even as scores
Of President Trump’s MAGA mob
Usually, unfailing loyalists
Some of you did tepidly
Condemned him for moving too slowly
To call off the swarm of demonstrators
That stormed and ransacked the capital,
Many of you still
Could not bring yourselves
To fault the man, your dear leader
His surreal and frightening
Attack carried out
By a rabid bloodthirsty mob
He had just urged to “fight like hell.”
The rabid crazed mob
Was out for blood tonight
Your blood
Screaming “Hang Mike Pence”
“Stop the Steal”
Where’s Nancy?
You downplayed the violence
As acts of desperation by people
Who felt lied to by the corrupt fake news media?
And ignored by their elected representatives.
That means you too you know
You deflected with false equivalencies
About the democratic party’s
Embrace the Black Lives Matter movement.
Saying it was all Nancy’s fault
Some of you even tried
To dispute the fact
That the Trump supporter
Wearing red MAGA gear
Were the perpetrators,
Suggesting that far-left activist
Had infiltrated the crowd
And posed as fans of the president.
To any insincere, fake DC ‘patriots’ used as plants —
You will be found out,”
wrote Sarah Palin,
Who demanded that the media?
Look into the allegiances of the people
Who smashed their way into the capital?
Responses like these —
Full of misdirection, denial, and specious comparisons —
Sounded almost like typical fare coming from stalwart defenders
Of a president who considers
Admitting fault to be a sign of weakness.
That they persisted in the face of such
An extraordinary and unsettling strike
On the seat of the American government
Is a sign of how premature
It may be to conclude
That Mr. Trump’s iron grip on his followers
Is fading away any time soon
Before Donald Trump’s MAGA army
Stormed a session of congress
Last Wednesday with plans to take hostages,
The president himself whipped them into a frenzy.
Some will argue the 45th president
Did not directly incite the siege
At the U.S. Capitol in Washington DC
But a close look at his remarks —
Both immediately preceding the attack
And during his four years in office —
Suggests he very carefully
Guided his fanatical followers
Towards unlawful acts
That resulted in the deaths of five people
And saw him impeached a second time
Republicans how can you defend
The president anymore?
How can you defend
The undefendable?
What is wrong with you people?
That is what we all want to know
Please explain to us all
Have you no decency?
Have you no compassion?
Have you no common sense?
Have you no soul?
Have you all
Lost your collective minds?
Are you no longer followers of Jesus?
How can you still vote?
To not impeach him.
And send his sorry ass
Off to retirement
Never to run for office
Until the day
He meets his creator
And pays for his crimes
The Rising Storm of Sedition Overwhelms Us All
by Jake Aller on March 11, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
The Rising Storm of Sedition Overwhelms Us All
A rising storm of sedition and treason
Neo-Nazi white supremacist fascism
Threatens to overwhelm us all
As the alt. Right-wing forces
Complicit in treason
Committed sedition
Live in living color
The revolution was televised
A failure of law enforcement
And politics as well
As the craven proud boys
The oath keepers, the 3 percenters
The boogaloo Bois
in their finest Hawaiian shirts
and all the other assorted
Alt-right kooks,
maniacs run amuck
They do not hide anymore
Screaming fraud
Trying to foment civil war
Storming the capital
On instructions from their hero
The craven president
Hides out
Watching the carnage
That he unleashed
Descend on the capitol
As the hangover
From the Trump years
And 2020 fade away
Into a past
Best forgotten
Author notes
my comments on 1/6
The Corona Ghosts Stage a” Death-In Protest” at the National Mall
by Jake Aller on March 11, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
The Corona Ghosts Stage a” Death-In Protest” at the National Mall
Joseph Smith, the leader of the corona ghosts union
Was furious as only a dead ghost can be
When he read the latest presidential tweet
And read the numerous right-wing news accounts
All claiming that the number of corona deaths
Was exaggerated or faked.
The president tweeted,
“The number of cases
And deaths of the china virus
Is far exaggerated
in the United States
Because of @CDCGOV’s
Ridiculous method of determination
Compared to other countries,
Many of whom report,
purposely, very inaccurately, and low.
“‘when in doubt,
Call it COVID.’ fake news!”,
Dr. Fauci in response tweeted,
“There’s no running
Away from the numbers”,
Fauci said in an interview
“It’s something that we got to grasp
And get our arms around
And turn that inflection down
By very intensive adherence
To the public health measures,
Uniformly, throughout the country,
with no exception.”
Mr. Smith called together the union leadership
My brother and sister corona ghosts
We must make a statement to those political leaders
Who denies the reality of our deaths?
Tarnishing our memories
Our deaths will not be in vain
Our deaths must mean something
Our names must not be forgotten
Here is what we are going to do
Tomorrow at 0 dark hundred hour
At the stroke of midnight
The bewitching hour
We will all reassemble as dead bodies
Piled high on the national mall
In front of the Washington monument
Across from the White House
Down the street from Capitol
And Trump Hotel
And we will play a video showing
The names, gender, city, state, and occupation
And the date of our deaths
On a giant jumbotron TV
With the following message
Scrolling at the bottom of the screen
Dear political leaders
We are the dead
We are the corona ghosts
We lived, we died
Due to your gross negligence
Incompetence, ignorance
Denial of science
And yes, cynical malice
Starting today at midnight
Every day, we will assemble
The American dead here
The dead of other countries will assemble
In front of their national government offices
And we will stare
At you with our dead soulless eyes
And we will play for you
A video showing
The names, gender, city, state, occupation
Age, date of death of the dead
On a giant jumbotron TV
In front of the dead bodies
With a live dead zombie corona ghost orchestra
Playing somber funeral music
You can clear out the bodies
But at midnight, we will be back
With that day’s fresh dead joining us
We are the corona ghosts
And we are good at haunting people
It is just what we do
It is a supernatural thing
You would not understand
Unless you are dead
And unfortunately
Since many of you
Still deny our existence
Still do not wear masks
Many will join us soon
We will stop our haunting
Only when the pandemic ends
Or your leaders come to us
And apologize to us
And read out our names
Just say our names
Recognize our sacrifice
That we did not die in vain
That our deaths must mean something
And you will never forget our names
That is all we ask our leaders
500, 000 freshly dead bodies appeared
Piled high up on the mall
With the jumbotron video screen
Naming their names, ages
City, state, and occupation
And the union’s message
Scrolling at the bottom of the screen
The president, the vice president, the cabinet members
And the leaders of the house
The senate, the CIA, the pentagon
And park police
CNN, Fox, BBC, MSNBC,
Local media
Washington Post, Guardian
World media outlets
And millions of people worldwide
All watched the news
Worldwide similar messages
Appeared with the dead bodies
Piling up in front of government buildings
With millions seeing them, hearing their voices
And smelling their dead bodies
The president demanded
That the bodies be removed
Swore it was a plot
By the democrats
And the fake media
The next night at 0 dark hundred hours
As promised by the corona ghosts
503, 000 bodies
3, 000 more dead bodies
Piled up
Smelling up the entire mall
With their foul fresh
Green death smell
With the same sign
The same recording
But with a postscript
Day two 503, 300 dead Americans
5 million dead worldwide
3, 300 dead Americans since yesterday
7, 000 dead worldwide since yesterday
We are waiting for your apology
Joe Smith
President of the Corona Ghost Union, International
Author notes
Two characters in my recent dream/nightmare poems are Joseph Smith the President of the Corona Ghost union, and General Corona who is leading the coronavirus bot army
Love Tetractys
by Jake Aller on March 11, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
love
my dreams
I met her
she came to me
one day she walked off a bus into life
On that date, I surely met my fate
I stared at her
she smiled
filled with
love
Author notes
Love Tetractys form from writing com
Life Is One Rich Tapestry
by Jake Aller on March 11, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Life is one rich tapestry,
but for some,
there is no pattern to follow.
There is only one thing
That I know to be true
That I found the love
Of my life
When she walked out of a dream
Became my wife
On that date
I surely met my fate
Author notes
follow the path of your true love
Lotus Flowers of Love
by Jake Aller on March 11, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
In the late Springtime
The lotus flowers
Come to life
Filling the lotus pond
Near my house
With sweet ambrosia fragrance
As I walk down the path
Through the world peace forest
With the love of my life
By my side
We stop to admire
The lotus flowers
Filling our hearts
With deep love
Author notes
there is a lotus pond in the world peace forest near my house lovely place to walk with my love on a summer’s night
Smitten Tanka
by Jake Aller on March 11, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
When I first met you
Dreaming of meeting you that date
When I met my fate
I was smitten
By your love
40 years later
I am still crazy in love
Whenever I see you
Still smitten by your constant love
Will fills me with constant lust
the vegetation in the spring
by Jake Aller on February 22, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
the vegetation
in the Springtime so very green
celebrating life
Author notes
hard one to write
Seeing My Love in the morning Light
by Jake Aller on February 22, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
every morning I wake up
from my dark nightmares
fighting the wild things
who terrorize my dreams
I look over
see the love of my life
my sleeping wife
peace and happiness
fills my soul
with the dawning light
seeing her sleeping there
thanking the gods above
for bringing her to me
[ The Rat Line Circa 1950 Found Poem Based on Internet Musings by William Walton ]
by Jake Aller on February 22, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
The Rat Line Circa 1950 Found Poem Based on Internet Musings by William Walton
The time is the late 1940s…
perhaps 1950…
the place.
Ascension, Paraguay.
or perhaps Buenos Aires
somewhere in Latin America
the venue
.an elegant ballroom.
men are dressed in formal wear
tuxedos
they are dancing the tango
with meticulous precision…
their wives are stunning.
they are all from Germany.
they are the notorious
Nazi war criminals
being sought by Israeli
and United States intelligence operatives
also in attendance
the president of the host country
possibly Alfredo Stroessner
Franco on a state visit from Spain
representatives from the United States embassy
who are clueless
and Russian embassy officials
KGB
who know the identities
and histories of each German
war criminal present
the meal was sumptuous…
the German wives are wearing diamond
and gold jewelry.
the German men have
perfect Aryan teeth
and we’ll manicured nails.
Blue eyes
Blond hair
The Master Race
Supermen without a care in the world.
they are psychopaths
so are the KGB agents
and so are the high-ranking
government officials
of the host country.
the Americans are not psychopaths
they are just clueless
but have suspicions
but they will reserve judgment
until more evidence is available.
the irony is that no further information
will be available
because the United States government
is more interested in the identities
of the KGB agents
then in the identities of the German war criminals…
The proverbial rat line is in motion
The CIA approved it
None may question
It is a matter of national security
Need to know basis
the enemy now is Communism.
the other irony is that Americans in the elegant ballroom.
with their cigarettes
think they are the most intelligent people in the room.
because they attended Ivy league schools
and pretend to work
for the State Department.
They are the dumbest people
in the room
perfect CIA agents
and the rat line continues
Author notes
found poem based on my friend’s fb posting about the rat line that brought Nazi war criminals to South America in the 1940s. Many were later recruited by the CIA
Satirical forecast Fridge Poem
by Jake Aller on February 22, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Satirical forecast
Unceremonious
The guru retracts
His fraud conviction
Calls it all bull s***
versatile
Author notes
based on the daily fridge poem prompts posted on fridge magnet com The poet picks eight words from the prompts provided. The complete list was
versatile
coupled
dodge
whet
Ash Wednesday
under
weekly
satirical
Rafael Nadal
him
conviction
theirs
clearly
yen
Anderson
?
passe
enslave
gypsy
together
stubby
esteemed
autograph
art
afghan
bunch
crystal
fuller
dupe
unceremonious
bull
flop
volunteer
retract
transfixed
tactile
guru
Barcelona vs PSG
?
rose, Leslie
pep
LastPass
refinance
forecast
hooray
with
romanticize
[ Longtime conservative radio host Rush Limbaugh is dead. Long Live Rush Limbaugh ]
by Jake Aller on February 22, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Longtime conservative radio host Rush Limbaugh is dead. Long Live Rush Limbaugh
Rush Limbaugh,
who deployed comic bombast
and relentless bashing
of liberals, feminists, and environmentalists
became the nation’s
most popular radio talk-show host
and lead the Republican Party
into a politics of anger and obstruction,
“He is the greatest fighter
that you will ever meet,”
Rush was a teacher, polemicist,
media critic, and GOP strategist,
but above
all he was an entertainer and salesman.
Mr. Limbaugh mocked Democrats
and liberals, (Libtards)
touted a traditional Midwestern,
moralistic patriotism,
and presented himself
on the air as a biting
but jovial know-it-all
who pontificated “
with half my brain tied behind my back
just to make it fair.”
Especially during the presidencies
of Bill Clinton and Barack Obama,
Mr. Limbaugh played a leading role
in demonizing liberals
and pushing conservative elected officials
to hard stances on issues such as immigration,
government spending, and denial of global warming.
But in the general election,
Mr. Limbaugh embraced Trump.
The radio host and the new president
became dinner and golf friends,
and Mr. Limbaugh emerged as a staunch supporter
of Trump’s battles against the news media
and the Republican establishment.
He railed against Trump’s impeachments
in 2019 and 2021
and allied himself with Trump
during the coronavirus pandemic,
insisting that the illness the virus causes
was no worse than the common cold.
After Trump lost the 2020 election,
Mr. Limbaugh echoed the president’s
baseless allegations of electoral fraud
and suggested that pro-Trump states
consider seceding from the union.
Trump, Mr. Limbaugh
“represents an uprising of the people
of this country against Washington,
against the establishment,
and it had been building
for a long time…
since Perot in 1992.
.. Trump was just the first guy to come along
and weaponize it.”
Like Trump, Mr. Limbaugh mastered
the art of portraying himself
as a man of the people
who fought the elites
even as he relished a luxe life
in which he collected
$5, 000 bottles of wine,
owned a $54 million private jet,
outfitted the vast salon
of his Florida mansion
in the manner of Versailles,
and socialized with top corporate
and political leaders.
Mr. Limbaugh often praised Trump
for succeeding despite never having won
over the kind of people
who ran large media organizations,
Wall Street firms, and political parties.
Mr. Limbaugh dubbed himself “
the most dangerous man in America.”
“His effect as an enforcer,
keeping Republican politicians in line,
was greater than that of a president
or the party’s national organization,”
Or, as Mr. Limbaugh once put it,
“Things only take off
when I mention them.”
At the peak of his popularity,
restaurants across the nation
re-christened their empty overflow space
“Rush Rooms”
and piped in the show,
filling seats at lunchtime
with fans who called each other
“Ditto heads”
because they agreed with every pearl of Limbaugh
Comment:
I first became aware of Rush
When my two siblings became
‘Ditto heads” in the 1980s
And tried to convert me
I listened once to his show
And never turned him in again
End comment
“He was the Elvis of broadcast radio,”
“He knew politics very well
and he was extremely successful
as a businessman,
but the thing he’ll be remembered
for is he was a genius
at broadcasting,
at performing on the radio.”
Although critics of the show spent decades
decrying it as offensive,
even cruel,
his fans defended Mr. Limbaugh’s
insults as funnier than slashing.
He won attention
from far beyond his radio audience
with barbs aimed at gays; Blacks; liberals; feminists,
whom he sometimes called “feminazis”;
and environmentalists, whom he derided as “tree-huggers.”
He won gleeful “dittos” from listeners
who believed that American culture
had become too politically correct.
He spawned a mini-industry
of anti-Limbaugh books
and radio hosts who pronounced themselves
appalled by his comedy bits,
such as an “AIDS Update”
that presented nasty nuggets
about gay people
to the strains of Dionne Warwick’s “
I’ll Never Love This Way Again.”
For a time, he dispatched
hostile callers on his show with
“caller abortions,”
in which he played the sound of a vacuum pump
before hanging up on the listener.
His first book, “The Way Things Ought to Be” (1992),
sat atop the New York Times bestseller list
for six months;
it spelled out his political philosophy,
a blend of nostalgic yearnings
for a more united and homogeneous America
and an energetic embrace of individual rights.
“I believe in the individual,
in less government,”
he wrote, “
that God placed man in a position
of having dominion over nature. and
that racial relation
will not be enhanced,
or prejudice eliminated
by governmental edict.”
Rush and the Rise of Trumpism
By the time Trump took office
as president in 2017,
the talk host who also called himself
“America’s Anchorman”
had been nudged off center stage.
In the end,
he was overshadowed n
by Fox News Channel
and more-extreme right-wing outlets
such as Breitbart News and Infowars,
which owed their existence
to Mr. Limbaugh’s pioneering
of conservative talk as an alternative
to the “drive-by media” —
his derisive term for what he saw
as a scandal-hungry,
liberal-dominated national press corps.
Mr. Limbaugh’s influence
could be heard in Trump’s denunciations of
“fake news.”
Decades before Trump entered politics,
Mr. Limbaugh gave the news media prominently
billing in his catalog of villains
College Drop Out Makes Millions
In 1972, he dropped out of Southeast Missouri State University
after one year to take a job as a Top-40 DJ in McKeesport, Pa.
“He flunked everything,”
“He just didn’t seem interested
in anything but the radio.”
He avoided the military draft
by winning a medical deferment based,
on a “football knee”
and a cyst on his rear end.
Comment: Kind of like his hero’s Trump
Trumped-up bone spur deferment
End Comment
Rise of the Radio King
With his booming voice, bad-boy comedy,
and boastful persona, “Jeff Christie”
was a master of Top-40 technique.
His show was always coming at you from
the “Excellence in Broadcasting” studios
. Song titles were announced
with pseudo-British pronunciations
. Although Christie’s show was all about the hits
and not the politics,
he aimed his funny bits at targets
such as feminists and hippies.
One morning in 1973,
he came out of the song “
Love Can Make You Happy”
with the quip, “
Women’s liberation theme
song there for you.”
In 1984,
a station in Sacramento
offered him a talk show.
Far from leaving his DJ years behind,
Mr. Limbaugh modeled his new program a
After the basic format of Top-40 radio,
replacing the songs
with listener phone calls
but otherwise retaining
the elements of what had long been radio’s
most alluring programming:
jingles, rock “bumpers”
(the snippets of songs
that led listeners
in and out of each segment),
teases about what was coming up
after the ads,
and constant self-promotion.
Mr. Limbaugh’s daily dicing
of California politicians,
spiced with comedy routines
and news updates
packaged with pop tunes,
was an instant hit.
As Mr. Limbaugh
became a local star,
radio was undergoing a revolution.
Satellite technology
made it possible for many stations
to air the same programs cheaply,
and federal regulators
stopped enforcing rules requiring
balance in political programming.
He had an immediate
a knack for making headlines
with his put-downs,
as when he blasted
“environmental wackos”
and declared animal rights activists
to be “a bunch of kook burgers.”
“I represent a group of people
who aren’t heard
from very much in the media,
the average normal American guy and his family,”
“I have the unique ability
to take the opposing point of view
and just nuke it,
laser it out of existence.
I am addicted to self-praise.
“People say, ‘
You believe the stuff you say?’
That’s for you to figure out.”
“I like to illustrate
absurdity by being absurd,”
‘I simply validate’
Democrats and Republicans
alike credited Mr. Limbaugh
with political influence
well beyond that of any radio host s
Since Walter Winchell half a century earlier.
In 1994, freshman Republicans in Congress
made him an honorary member
of their class.
Sarah Palin, the former governor of Alaska
who was the Republican candidate
for vice president in 2008,
used a Limbaugh
as her big applause line in speeches:
Republicans are not just the party of no,
But the party of Hell No. “
Mr. Limbaugh boasted that he gave
millions of Americans instructions
on what to believe about politics.
But at other moments,
he presented himself
as a mere mirror of public opinion.
“I don’t orchestrate,
dictate or otherwise cause people
to ponder,”
I simply validate.”
A caller once confronted him on a TV show
, saying, “You’re a manipulator,
you’re devious
and you’re evil.”
“I’m a harmless little fuzzball,”
Mr. Limbaugh replied.
“Nobody makes you listen to me.
The show is about having fun.”
Rush Limbaugh isn’t saying
he wants the country to split
into red and blue factions
as a result of conservative fury
over the election results.
As he attempted
to make it clear Thursday,
he’s just saying that
other people are saying it.
“I know that there’s a sizable
and growing sentiment
for people who believe that’s, we’re headed to,
whether we want to get there or not,
secession,”
“Now, I didn’t advocate for it.
I never would advocate for secession
. I’m simply repeating what I have heard.”
He didn’t say where
he’s heard anyone float
the notion of states seceding,
let alone spell out how
such a neo-Civil War separation
might take place.
But Limbaugh’s ambiguous flirtation
with the idea
maybe his special contribution
to conservative media’s rock-solid support
of Trump’s baseless claims of election fraud.
“I think that we’re trending toward secession,
“I see more and more people asking
what in the world
do we have in common
with the people who live in, say, New York?
What is there
that makes us believe
that there is enough of us
there to even have a chance
at winning New York?
Limbaugh’s drift into radical theories
like secession
came after weeks of egging
on Trump’s claim
that the 2020 vote
was riven by fraud,
cheating him out of a second term.
On Wednesday, Limbaugh noted
that he had read recent blog posts about
“how distant and separated
and how much more separated
our culture is becoming politically
and that it can’t go on this way.”
But then he took his hand
away from the flame:
“I haven’t made up my mind.
I still haven’t given up the idea
that conservative Americans
are the majority
and that all we have to do
is find a way to unite and win.”
And with that final broadcast
The King of Radio
The shock jock of all time
Had his final words
Before going
On to the next world
Taking with him
The hopes and fears
Of his army of ditto heads
He will not be missed
By me
Or the reality-based community
But no doubt a future Limbaugh
Will emerge from the fetid swamps
Of the alt. Right reality
Rush is Dead. Long Live Rush
Longtime conservative radio host Rush Limbaugh is dead. Long Live Rush Limbaugh 40 line version fit for publication
Rush Limbaugh,
who deployed comic bombast
and relentless bashing
of liberals, feminists, and environmentalists
became the nation’s
most popular radio talk-show host
and lead the Republican Party
into a politics of anger and obstruction,
“He is the greatest fighter
that you will ever meet,”
Rush was a teacher, polemicist,
media critic, and GOP strategist,
but above
all he was an entertainer and salesman.
Mr. Limbaugh mocked Democrats
and liberals, (Libtards)
touted a traditional Midwestern,
moralistic patriotism,
and presented himself
on the air as a biting
but jovial know-it-all
who pontificated “
with half my brain tied behind my back
just to make it fair.”
But in the general election,
Mr. Limbaugh embraced Trump.
The radio host and the new president
became dinner and golf friends,
and Mr. Limbaugh emerged as a staunch supporter
of Trump’s battles against the news media
and the Republican establishment.
Like Trump, Mr. Limbaugh mastered
the art of portraying himself
as a man of the people
who fought the elites
even as he relished a luxe life
in which he collected
$5, 000 bottles of wine,
owned a $54 million private jet,
outfitted the vast salon
of his Florida mansion
in the manner of Versailles,
and socialized with top corporate
and political leaders.
With his booming voice, bad-boy comedy,
and boastful persona, “Jeff Christie”
was a master of Top-40 technique.
His show was always coming at you from
the “Excellence in Broadcasting” studios
. Song titles were announced
with pseudo-British pronunciations
. Although Christie’s show was all about the hits
and not the politics,
he aimed his funny bits at targets
such as feminists and hippies.
He had an immediate
a knack for making headlines
with his put-downs,
as when he blasted
“environmental wackos”
and declared animal rights activists
to be “a bunch of kook burgers.”
“I represent a group of people
who aren’t heard
from very much in the media,
the average normal American guy and his family,”
“I have the unique ability
to take the opposing point of view
and just nuke it,
laser it out of existence.
I am addicted to self-praise.
“People say, ‘
You believe the stuff you say?’
That’s for you to figure out.”
“I like to illustrate
absurdity by being absurd,”
I simply validate.”
A caller once confronted him on a TV show
, saying, “You’re a manipulator,
you’re devious
and you’re evil.”
“I’m a harmless little fuzzball,”
Mr. Limbaugh replied.
“Nobody makes you listen to me.
The show is about having fun.”
And with his final broadcast
The King of Radio
The shock jock of all time
Had his final words
Before going
On to the next world
Taking with him
The hopes and fears
Of his army of ditto heads
He will not be missed
By me
Or the reality-based community
But no doubt a future Limbaugh
Will emerge from the fetid swamps
Of the alt. Right reality
Rush is Dead. Long Live Rush
My father was the bearer of good news
Always Beautiful, bright, magnificent, glow
Revealing the love
In the Center of my world
Equal ornamental reminders
Of the world we live in
I imagine the burglary
That overcame my soul
Intricate modest plans
featuring my feet
Taking us to other darker places
Where we receive a pound
Of real rewards
Just a stunning rebuke
Revealing how unjust
The world has become
Author notes
My thoughts on Rush Limbaugh passing written using the blackout technique where the poet takes a found text (usually a newspaper in this case the WP orbit)prints it out, then using a black marker reacts most of the text leaving fragments that the poet reassembles with or without commentary.
every Day I Thanks the Gods for Bringing Me My Love
by Jake Aller on February 22, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Every day
I wake up
See my wife
The love of my life
Sleeping there
In the dawn’s early light
I pray out
To the Gods
All of them
God, Allah and Buddha
Thank you
For bringing me
This guardian angel
To save my benighted soul
Author notes
Based on my true love story. See “dream girl” in my blog, https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com for details.
Dorothy arrives in Oz
by Jake Aller on February 22, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Dorothy runs into the house
Just as the tornado hits hard
She and Toto are whisked
Through the air
To the fabled land of Oz
She crashes into the earth
Killing the wicked witch
She steps outside
Finds herself
In a huge city
Filled with skyscrapers
She wonders where she was
Saying to Toto
I don’t think we are in Kansas
Author notes
re-imagining Oz
Senator Ted Cruz, the Definition of Scumbagery
by Jake Aller on February 22, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
the scumbagery
Of Texas Senator Ted Cruz
Utterly confounds
Author notes
AN: scumbagery is the actions of a scumbag, which is a selfish, self-centered person. this was based on Fan Story’s prompt to write a poem using a portmanteau
Lost Deer Appears in Backyard
by Jake Aller on February 1, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
A lost deer appears
in the snow-covered back yard
looking for some food
Author notes
deer in Ashland Oregon often appear in people’s backyards during the winter looking for food
old man in a bar dreaming of lost love
by Jake Aller on February 1, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Old Man in Bar Dreaming of His Lost Love
A man sat in a bar
Lost in thought
Drinking his lonely beer
Thinking of his lost love
He had been fortunate
To have met his soul mate
He dreamt of meeting her
Then one day she appeared
It was love at first sight
For both of them
They got married
Two months later
They were together
For 38 years
Then COVID hit the world
And took her from him
He found that he could not stand
Staying in his lonely apartment
So every night
He went to the bar
Now that they were open
And had his lonely beer
Thinking of his past love
Crying in his beer
Every so often
He would try
To talk
But words soon failed him
And he went back to drinking
Waiting for the grim reaper
To take him home
He knew that
he would see
The love of his life
In his next life
Author notes
this poem is partially autobiographical, I met my wife in a dream and have been together 38 years. so far COVID has spared both of us.
Just Enough for Coffee
by Jake Aller on February 1, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Just enough for coffee
A homeless man
Stood on the street
Counting his change
From panhandling all morning
Just had enough for a cup of coffee
All in all
A good start
He ambled off to his favorite coffee shop
Where the owner
Was kind to the homeless
Sometimes
Treating them to a meal
On the house
The man said
I was in your shoes
Once years ago
And you never forget
When you are down
And out
Everyone forgets your face
No one knows your name
For you are now
Invisible
Almost a ghost
The old man tried to pay
The owner said
Keep your change
You need it more than me
Have a meal with me
My friend
On the house
He ordered up
The homeless man’s favorite
Lumberjack special
Eggs, pancakes, sausage, bacon
Cornbread
Lots of hot black coffee
To wash it down
The old man
Often had just one meal a day
Usually, a late breakfast
Sometimes if he were lucky
He would have dinner
And on a red-letter day
He would have three meals
The homeless man
Had been on the streets
For too long
Barely remembered his life
Before early-onset Alzheimer’s
Robbed him of his job
His dignity
His wife
His life
His money
Now he drifted
Waiting for the grim reaper
To call him home
Any day now
He prayed nightly
To a god
That he no longer believed in
Author notes
Two Drops of Ink published this poem about the plight of the homeless.
howling at the wolf moon
by Jake Aller on February 1, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
On a moonlit late night
I sat in a bar on the bad part of town
where the cops don’t go
Drinking drams of demented, fermented dream dew
Just an unhinged lunatic
Dreaming of howling at the full wolf moon
Watching the world walk by
Looking at all the fine-looking babes
Walking by the street
Thinking wild, erotic thoughts
Of endless wild libertine passions
When into the bar
Walked the most beautiful women
In the Universe
So wild, so free
So wonderfully alive
I did not know what to do
As this vision of delight
Sauntered through the bar
In skin-tight leather pants
Looked so fine
That my eyeballs hurt
And finally, I had to say something
So I gathered up my manly courage
And walked up to her
And she looked at me
And instantly bewitched my soul
With a devilish grin
I lost all reason
And became a raving lunatic
Unhinged lunatic
Howling at the moon
Foaming at the mouth
A wild, free werewolf
Howling at the lunatic light
Of the full wolf Moon
Author notes
another howling at the moon poem published in Spill words and elsewhere including here update slightly to reflect today’s wolf moon
[ On the night of a blood-red wolf moon ]
by Jake Aller on February 1, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
On the night of a blood-red wolf moon
a man stood outside
Between the trees
In a field
On the outside of town
Beneath the lunatic rays
Of the blood-red full moon
The lunatic lights of the moon
Casts a wild primeval glow
On him
The hormonal chemicals are unleashed
The wild beast within
Escapes it chain
And he howls with delight
A werewolf
Free at at last
To run amuck
Free of its civilized restrains
Throwing off his clothes
Stripping naked
Running wild
Naked and free
A wild man
Enjoying his freedom
As he sits
Under the lunatic light of the full moon
Of the blood-red lights of the wolf moon
Full of wild passions
The lustful beast stirs again
And starts running and running
Howling at the moon
Riding into the new dawn
On a demented Harvey Davis cycle
With two naked babes on his back
Riding into the sun
90 miles per second
At the speed of thought
He disappears into the lunatic light
Of the full moon
And he wake ups
Alone,
In his bed
Saying,”
Man, that was quite a night
I better not go there again”
the Wildman
Laughs
He has heard that before
And he joins him
In howling at the wolf moon
Author notes
Published last year in Spill words, slightly updated to reflect that today is a wolf moon.
Last year of American Greatness
by Jake Aller on February 1, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
2019 was the last year of America
when the proverbial chickens came home
when the proverbial chickens came home
to strut about the decaying landscape
to strut about the decaying landscape
as the world begins to burn and die
as the world begins to burn and die
led by the mad great leader and his merry men
led by the mad great leader and his merry men
the whole world lay in shock and awe
the whole world lay in shock and awe
at the destruction of the America, they knew
at the destruction of the America, they knew
when the proverbial chickens came home
Author notes
Also published in Ink Pantry
Man in Gilded Cage
by Jake Aller on February 1, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
a wild man sits in a gilded cage
a cage made out of chains of his wife’s love
a cage made out of chains of his wife’s love
the wild man yearning to be free from his cage
the wild man yearning to be free from his cage
wondering how and why he was now tamed
wondering how and why he was now tamed
dreaming dark wild dreams of demented freedom
dreaming dark wild dreams of demented freedom
the wild man looks about his prison cage
the wild man looks about his prison cage
wondering whether he will ever be free
wondering whether he will ever be free
a wild man sits in a gilded cage
Author notes
another poem published in Ink Pantry
Mocking Faces Laughing at Me – Nightmare
by Jake Aller on February 1, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Mocking faces
hunting my dreams
Hundreds of faces
morphing into one
after another
Faces I knew
The dead
and the living
women i knew
friends I missed
enemies I did not
One after another
Marching in my room
Staring at me
I tried to run
They laughed
They said
that there’s nowhere
to escape my cosmic fate
My time is coming
prepare yourself
the grim reaper
has your name
and once he has your name
your fate is sealed
and you will soon
join us
whether in heaven
or hell
is not for us to say
be warned though
you will be judged
and no one can escape
their cosmic karmic fate
Author notes
published in Ink Pantry, based on a nightmare
morning light
by Jake Aller on February 1, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
the terrors of the night
the worst imaginings
of what might happen
war, rumors of war
end of civilization
nuclear war
and other horrors
ripped from the headlines
fade away into nothingness
with the morning light
and the love of my wife
who is always by my side
I regain my sight
and begin
regaining my smile
and my life
until the next nightmares
consumes my dark imaginings
Author notes
published last year in Ink Pantry
Going to the Movies in Pre-Covid days
by Jake Aller on February 1, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Going to the Movies in Pre-Covid days
Movies, restaurant, breeze, walking, sunshine, flowers
Pre-covid we could go out
To a movie, and a restaurant
Walking in the sunshine
Enjoying the cool breeze
And smelling the flowers
On the pathway
Someday soon
I hope that we can return
To these simple pleasures
Author notes
living in a covid world we forget the many pleasures of life the pandemic has taken from us
Dora the Inter-Galactic explorer
by Jake Aller on February 1, 2021. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Dora the intergalactic explorer
Is traveling to the strangest planet
of all the known worlds
she is traveling incognito
with a video crew
making a documentary
the planet earth
is known as a planet
of intelligent monkeys
not much is known
about them
as very few
have ever been there
the inhabitants are described
as bloodthirsty insane creatures
ruled by hidden sexual and political passions
following incomprehensible
religious dogmas following Gods
that does not exist
the inhabitants are just on the verge
of developing intergalactic travel
and the galactic empire
is worried that they will be driven
to try to conquer the rest of the universe
driven by their needs to impose
their religious dogma
everywhere in the world
the planet is divided into large tribal groups
governed by corrupt elites
corrupt businesses destroying the planet
in pursuit of profit
and the locals are a little more
than wage slaves
barely making a living
addicted to alcohol, drugs gambling
pornography and illicit sex
and their mainland
is ruled by a delusional madman
intent on poking a fight
with all his alleged enemies
Dora assumed the appearance
of a character from the TV
and will pose as a journalist
trying to make sense
of it all
but she was afraid
that she is found out
could face the worst consequence
her ship crash lands
and she is outside the capitol
of the non-empire empire
called the United State of America
Dora gets her crew together
and walks into the city
staring at all the strange sights
as the monkeys go about
their daily activities
she stops at a restaurant
tries the coffee
the chief drug of choice
and is instantly addicted
wow no wonder
these people are crazed
she tries the local booze
and smiles
perhaps she could
become an intergalactic merchant
introducing the world
to the galaxy
her thought interrupted
as a mad man armed
with weapons of war
bursts in and starts shooting
yelling at people
and she is shot dead
the authorities
are shocked
when they recover the body
and realize
that she is not a human
as she reverts to her original form
sort of a giant feline-like creature
two legs and arms
and clearly from an advanced
civilization given her gear
what was she doing
no one knew
as all the aliens
died in the gun blaze
the world is shocked
at what had happened
and fearful that the aliens
were coming to invade
their world
the galactic senate
decides to contain
the humans
declaring them
a threat to the global civilization
and the humans’ vow
to discover the secrets
of interstellar travel
and travel to her land
to enter into business arrangements
and spread the one truth faith
to the heathen space aliens
thus ended Dora’s excellent adventure
in the crazed world at the edge
of known civilization
Author notes
published last year in Ink Pantry
Late night with Trump
by Jake Aller on December 10, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Late night with Trump
At night
I fall asleep
And see the President
In my dreams
The president is speaking
Lying about this and that
The president soon morphs
Into a hideous creature
Joined by other monsters
They invade my bed
Chasing me to hell
In the morning
As the sun comes up
I turn on the news
See Trump is still there
Filled with despair
I drink my coffee
wild things
by Jake Aller on December 10, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
at 0 dark hundred hour
the witching hour
3 am
I can not sleep
The wild things emerge
From their cages
Shaking off their prison chains
The wild things prance about
Monsters, goblins, ghouls
Demonic creatures
Escaped banshees
They attack me
Call me names
Chase me down the dark streets
I run trying to escape them
But they are too many
And soon they have me cornered
They torture me
Until the dawning light
Drives them back to hell
I awake
See my wife
Drink coffee
Thinking I have escaped my fate
For another date
conversation with the grim reaper
by Jake Aller on December 10, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Conversation for the Grim Reaper – poem
Sam Adams fell asleep about 1 am
Creatures with no faces
but fiery eyes
surrounded the bed
They Grabbed him
Saying time to go
Time to meet your fate
This date
He said can I say goodbye
They laughed
Said no
it does not work that way
He found himself in a huge hallway
Filled with ghostly images
Signs everywhere
In multiple languages
Today is the date
You meet your fate
No talking, No smoking
No eating, no drinking
Relax
Your time will come soon
Until then
Wait for your number
He yells out
Am I dead?
Laughter echoes
down the infinite hallways
He sees the grim reaper
Dressed in his black robes
And his fiery red eyes
Boring into his soul
He laughs
said to him
in a gravelly voice
welcome to Limbo my friend
We normally do not talk to humans
We just do our duty
We are sort of bounty hunters
we bring the dead here
You are in limbo
No longer dead
No longer alive either
Sort of in between
Am I ghost?
Perhaps If it helps you
Cope with things
Then yes and no
Oh this just came in
you can go back for a few weeks
put your affairs in order
if you publish this conversation
we have a lot
to tell you humans
I can answer a few questions
Go!
Is there a God
More like multiple gods and multiple universes
Is the universe alive
In a manner of speaking
Is there a devil?
Multiple devils too
Is heaven real?
Not exactly
Is hell real?
Not exactly?
Are our religions correct?
Not exactly
Do we get anything right?
No, you don’t have the capacity to understand
But here’s the deal,
enough of that
We have a message to the world
Your time is up
It is up to you
You have a choice
go forward together
with love and compassion
Or give into death, despair or hate
And the thirst for profits over humanity
If you embrace the light
You might survive
The betting in the underground casinos
Is that humanity will not survive
Just another failed civilization
In a universe littered with them
You all might die
Good for me, Bad for you
Full employment for my armies
For the years to come
He laughed
And sent him back home
He wrote it all down
Drank morning coffee
Smiled at his wife
Told her all about it
And waited for the midnight
Knock on the door,
the date,
He would learn his fate
Author notes
thoughts about meeting the grim reaper
Politicians lying as people lay dying
by Jake Aller on December 10, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Politicians lying as people lay dying
Politicians lying
economy crumbling
pandemic spreading
fire fires burning
storms storming
winter is coming
media screaming
people dying
Author notes
thoughts as the death toll mounts
Partying while People Die
by Jake Aller on December 10, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Partying while People Die
275, 000 people dead
2, 000 per day
14 million cases
The silence
From our dear leader
And congressional leaders
Says it all
the WH hosts
Christmas parties
As if the pandemic
Did not exist
The corona ghosts
Were not invited
But they haunt
Our parties
And our memories
If only our president
Realized
That this is not the time
For parties as usual
Not the time for mass rallies
It is time to mask up
Take charge
The virus will end
As the vaccine spreads
The pandemic will run
Its course
But how many people die
between now and then
It is up to us of us
To do our part
Starting with our president
Our congress
And our new president
Doing the right thing
Author notes
news that my old employer, the Department of State, was holding a party amid the pandemic disturbed me deeply
Walking along a winter road
by Jake Aller on December 10, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Walking along a winter road
Covered in snow
Filled with deep thoughts
Looking at the fence posts
Lining the road
Corona Ghosts Crash the party
by Jake Aller on December 10, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Corona Ghosts Crash the party
The president of the corona ghost union
Was not amused when he heard
That the Department of State
Was having a big party
He called upon his 2750, 000 members
To crash the diplomatic party
The ghosts all descended
on the party
The party-goers sensed
There was something wrong
Then the ghosts became appearing
Slowly their forms took shape
The ghosts looked at the party goers
And the party ended
The guests fled
With the corona ghosts
Fading into the evening wind
Author notes
news that my old employer the department of state was hosting a large gathering amid the pandemic and violating local rules in the process disturbed me deeply
Cringing as I hear the news
by Jake Aller on December 10, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
I cover my face and hair
Cringing as I hear the news
Playing darts in the bar
Drinking beer
Thinking of what’s mine
For no reason at all
As I look covertly
At the pretty young things
Parading in their white yoga pumps
As they run about
Getting their daily steps
I stand up and help them
As I walk out the door
20 drinks too sober
Ready to go home
Hitting my fluffy bed
Looking at the flag
Outside my door
In a festive mood
On a dry winter night
Author notes
the challenge was to include eight words in the poem
Walking Along the Lake
by Jake Aller on December 10, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Walking Along the Lake
Walking along the lake
Late in the winter’s day
Sunset coming
The birds flying off
Early on a winter’s day
Filled with somber thoughts
Thinking of the end of my time
As I look at the winter’s lake
The lake spirit smiles at me
butterfly dreaming
by Jake Aller on November 23, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
a butterfly flies through the air
landing on flowers dreaming
he is a man dreaming of being a butterfly
Author notes
do butterflies dream?
the coming revolution
by Jake Aller on November 23, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
the world is spinning out of control
the old ways no longer working
dark forces at work
all around us, conspiracies abound
when will the violent rhetoric
erupt in real-world violence
against perceived enemies?
Author notes
reflection on the unhinged right-wing rhetoric all around us death to the enemies of freedom etd
81 word stories
by Jake Aller on November 23, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
81 Word Stories Dreams Do Come True
In 1974, Sam had the dream that changed his life forever. He fell asleep in a class, saw the most beautiful woman in the universe talking to him. She haunted his life for years. He went to the ends of the world to find her. Then one day in 1982 she walked off the bus, out of his dreams and into his life to become his wife three months later. That is the beginning of the rest of the story..
81 Word Stories Meeting the Grim Reaper
At 0 dark hundred hours, Sal Adams woke up found himself in Limbo waiting for the decision of the grim Reaper about his fate. The grim reaper told him,
“Sam Adams you’ve been given a reprieve. It is not your date with fate today. You will have five more years to get it right before final judgment. he woke up in bed next to his wife, drank a Cup of coffee and thought about life and his pending date with fate.
81 word Social Cleansing Board’s Decision
Following the revolution of 2024, under the new rules of the Christian States of America social cleansing boards were set up to review the life of the elderly and the disabled. No one would be allowed to live unless they could take care of themselves or they had family members willing to do so. Sam Adams 81 years old went to the board to plea for his life. Since he was all alone and had Alzheimer’s’ the decision was final termination.
Author notes
three 81 word stories written for the 81-word story anthology contest
Hitchhiking tales
by Jake Aller on November 23, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
When I was a young man
I was foolish
and not afraid of anything
In the summer of 1975
I took a Greyhound bus
across the country
my bus pass was stolen
I decided to hitchhike
across the country
and for two and 1/2 months
I traveled across the country
meeting all sorts of very strange people
experiencing the underbelly of American Society
now that I am 65
and I think back up on those days
I am horrified
that I did that
because now that I’m old man
I’m much more prudent
and much more careful
and much more afraid
but back then
being young and foolish
I did what a lot of young
and foolish people do
boldly go into the world
without a plan
just seeing where life took me
that made all the difference
in the world
Author notes
based on my true hitchhiking adventures back in the 70s for more see my web page https://theworldaccordingtocosmos and “On the Road” travel poetry anthology published by the Poet in summer 2020.
Corona Thanksgiving
by Jake Aller on November 23, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
In these dark times
We all retreat to our families
Filled with tender love
And gratitude
As we feed ourselves
Traditional foods
Including favorites liked mince meat pies
Turkey and all the favorites
On thanksgiving day
With our emotions
Flowing like silver
Down the road
Hunkering down
Sticking our fingers in the air
Sniffing the air
Trying to avoid
Catching the corona wind
Author notes
pensively 101 prompts to write a poem using the following words
Wind
Home
Gratitude
Feed
Frill
Silver
Flow
Road
Mince
Finger
family
Climate Change Running Amuck
by Jake Aller on November 23, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Climate Change Running Amuck
All over the world
The evidence is clear
The world’s climate is changing
Everything is getting unhinged
1000 year storms the new normal
Historic forest fires every year
The whole world seems on fire
Yet we all deny the obvious
Politicians refuse to do anything
Anything meaningful at all
Corporations moving all too slowly
The market is not saving the world
Scientists proclaim that technology
will save us
The world is perhaps beyond saving
Author notes
reflections on climate change
Watching the News with Dismay
by Jake Aller on November 23, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Watching the News with Dismay
Every day watching the news with dismay
Politicians around the world lying
While poor people lie dying
The rich get richer falsifying
The poor lie dying
The politicians lying
With the economy tumbling
The rich get richer stumbling
The poor lie dying
Author notes
reflections on watching the news
Love Biolet Poem
by Jake Aller on November 23, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Love Biolet Poem
when I first saw you
I felt I met my fate
For on that fateful date
I wonder if you felt it too
I felt I met my fate
When I first saw you
Author notes
writing com prompt to write a love biolet poem
what is thing we call love? Ovillejo Poem
by Jake Aller on November 23, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
what is thing we call love? Ovillejo Poem
what is this thing we call love ?
madness, my dove
why did I dream of meeting you?
dreamt too
is this all nothing but my fate?
we met that date
is there anything more that I can say?
there is nothing more than this just pray
the love that began that day not end
madness, my dove, I dreamt too, we met that date
Author notes
writing com poet place prompt to write a Ovillejo Poem
[ No More Coffee for me ]
by Jake Aller on November 23, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
No More Coffee for me
I used to love coffee
Still do
But coffee
Well it is has turned on me
When I drink coffee
While watching the morning news
I become jittery, nervous
Crazed in a very bad way
As I drink cup after cup
I shifted to decafe
But coffee still found a way
To take over
And soon I was once again
A coffee addict
Today I gave it up
Again
Perhaps this time
I will succeed
Coffee has been a good friend
But enough is enough
Time to free my mind
From its cruel lovely grip
Author notes
have to give up coffee, making me too anxious and jittery going through coffee withdrawals almost 50
years of coffee drinking……
[ election madness consumes my soul ]
by Jake Aller on November 6, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
election madness consumes my soul
watching the morning news
drowning in too much information
overwhelming me with the constant noise
the breaking news this and that
Biden is ahead
No Trump is ahead
it is a tie
no it is not
Biden is coming back
Trump is spreading chaos
and lies
I sit overwhelmed
the lies consumes me
and all I can think
is Dear God
Make the pain go away
make this day end
I don’t care anymore
just end it now
coffee blues for me
by Jake Aller on November 6, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Coffee Blues
I’ve been a coffee addict
since I first encountered coffee
back in the day
in Berkeley the mecca of good coffee
hanging out at Peet’s coffee shop
drinking endless cups of joe
just fell in love
with the whole coffee thing
as the coffee took me places
far far away
with each delicious sip
of heaven and hell
in my cup of daily joe
as I drank my coffee
planning my day
the caffeine buzzing about
getting me going
getting me there
but coffee has its drawback
can’t handle it after dark
keeps me up
all night long
and don’t get me started
on Vietnamese coffee
overdozed on that
too many days
and now
I am reduced
to half de cafe coffee
in the morning light
but still in love
with my daily cup
of coffee
after 65 years
I will die
a coffee addict
and that is not
a bad thing
black and white America
by Jake Aller on November 6, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
black and white America
live in different lands
black people live in fear
that their lives
will not matter
that if the police
the police will see them
as the enemy
that must be controlled
white Americans
think that if a black man or woman
is killed by the police
well they must have done something
for the police would never
just kill a black person
without good reason
black and white Americans
don’t see the world the same
black and white Americans
no longer think
that they exist
in the same land
and that is a great shame
and something that we must
all over come
black and white Americans
must become together
as one nation
one race
one people
that is my plea
Dark Prophecy
by Jake Aller on November 6, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Back in 2016 when I was traveling
Across the country with my wife
I had a series of darkly prophetic dreams
I dreamt that Donald Trump would be elected
And usher in a slide towards fascism
And unfortunately, I was right
So, what are my dreams telling me now
What are my prophetic nightmares
Will they come true again?
I dream that Donald Trump was anointed
By the Supreme Court which ruled
That given the potential for fraud
All mail in ballots would be tossed aside
And Donald Trump who had lost the popular vote
Once again one in the electoral college
He vowed retribution against his enemies
The fake media and the millions of people
Who dared to vote against him
He called upon his supporters
To go forth and rough up
Fuck up as he put it
Liberals and anti-Americans
Declared martial law
Protests would be illegal
The military would enforce the decree
And they did sending troops across the land
Declared that the democratic party
Was anti-American
And he would not allow them
To serve in Congress, or the Senate
The SC refused to rule against him
Thus fascism came to America
And my dark prophecy came true
Author notes
part of Halloween chapbook contest
Red, White and Blue
by Jake Aller on November 6, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
We live these days
In a divided land
Either we live in a blue state
Or blue city in a red state
Or we live in a red state
Or in red area of a blue state
And we associate ourselves
More and more with our tribe
Either a red tribe or blue tribe
Long gone when we were all
Red, white and blue Americans
And I wonder if we will ever
Return to those red, white and blue
United States of America?
Author notes
red white and blue America
My Mother’s Secrets conversation with a Ghost -Halloween contest Day 10 Spooky Conversation
by Jake Aller on November 6, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
My mother died in 2007
She was buried in Berkeley
Near her house
Whenever I am in the area
I drop by
And talk with her
Imaging she is there
One day when I dropped by
I asked her about
Many things in her past
For she took so many secrets
With her to her grave
So Mary, quite contrary
Tell me the truth now
Tell me about your past life
Tell me your secrets
I heard a voice
Crying out in the wind
John John John
Do you want to really know
My secrets?
I responded
Yes I do
She whispered them to me
But made me vow
To keep her secrets
And take them to my grave
And so I can not
Must not reveal
All the shocking stories
Of her life
She told me that I needed
To also talk to my father
For he too had secrets
To tell me
I told her
That I would at some point
Make a visit
To the family grave
In Yakima
And finally learn
The family secrets
They should have told me
While they were alive
Author notes
part of Halloween poetry chapbook contest
Trick or treating in the era of Covid
by Jake Aller on November 6, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Halloween in the era of covid
So strange
With the covid virus
Ever lurking
With CDC discouraging trick or tweeting
With masks on every face
Everyone wearing a costume
The trick is not to get sick
The treat is still the candy
The goal of all children
Everywhere
Candy more candy
Visits to the dentist be damned
Hopefully General Corona
Will keep his troops at bay
Author notes
part of Halloween chapbook contest
Every morning when I wake up
by Jake Aller on November 6, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Every morning when I wake up
Every morning
When I wake up
I see a wonderful vision
The love of my life
Brightens my mood
And chases away
The blues
Filling me with hope
And anticipation
Of another wonderful day
In our personal paradise
Author notes
waking up to love
Corona Ghosts cry
by Jake Aller on November 6, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Corona Ghosts cry fan story haiku contest
Corona ghosts cry
Million people lie dying
No where to escape
Author notes
fan story haiku contest
Man overboard
by Jake Aller on November 6, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Man overboard
a man is lost at sea
fell overboard from the cruise ship
after drinking too much
he hung onto the buoy
adrift in the deep ocean
tears filling his eyes
as he was tossed by the waves
waiting for rescue
hearing the sirens
of the rescue boats
he sees a light house
and swims to shore
where he soon rejoins
the ship
and recalls his tale
of being lost at sea
in the Caribbean breeze
Author notes
writing com prompt to use the following words buoy tears waves adrift lighthouse sirens port lost
election tricube
by Jake Aller on November 6, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Election tricube
Just Watching
Election
Endless noise
Who will win?
Who will die?
Will I die?
Nothing more
Than the noise
Of madness
Author notes
thoughts while watching madness of the election unfold
Timeless love novel in progress
by Jake Aller on November 6, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Timeless Love
By
Jake Cosmos Aller
Chapter One – the Funeral Speech
Sam Adams was turning 75. He was also celebrating his 50th wedding anniversary. In preparation for the anniversary, he recorded a video about his life together with his wife Maria Lee. Their love story was unique and would make a great movie Sam thought. The video would be the first draft of their life story so to speak, with any luck, he could turn into a movie.
He called together his niece, and his lawyer, and told them he prepared the video his life story, and wanted it to be played both at the wedding anniversary and at the funeral before he felt his time was coming to an end. He also revised his will and wanted his life story to be written into a movie after he died. He discussed the pending changes to his will and his wishes for the funeral. He told them both that he felt that they needed to be ready to plan the funeral. That night he died peacefully. the video was played at the funeral.
“Hello, my name is Sam Adams, and if you are viewing this, I am no longer here among the living and that is okay. I have had a long and eventful life. The central mystery of my life his how I met the love of my life, Maria Lee. As some of you know, I literally married the girl of my dreams. But what you may not know is that Maria and I have been soul mates for over 5, 000 years and up until this life, our love story always ended up badly as we were from different social classes. She was the daughter of the king or rich family, and I was the son of a working-class family. Our love was forbidden by the rules of the time.
On our tenth wedding anniversary, we went to a past life analyst and through hypnosis relieved our past lives. We recorded our recollections which I wrote down at the time and posted last year on my blog, the world according to cosmos. Some of you may have seen it.” I have now updated it as part of this video celebration of my life.
Chapter Two the Dream Begins
It all began tens of thousands of years ago at the dawn of time when Sam first met his soul mate, Maria. they were originally from the planet Sirius and met in the world between worlds before each reincarnation. Their love was cursed from the beginning as they were born under a dark star, doomed to be executed time after time for their forbidden love affairs. Until finally in 1982 the curse was lifted, and they had a long and happy life together. This is their true love story of timeless love that crossed the barriers of time, space, distance and different species and races.
They met in the timeless spaceless world known as the world between worlds where portals wormholes linked various worlds together. Sam and Maria had been sentenced to a time in purgatory waiting final status determination – heaven or hell? the word came down they would be given another chance to get it right and found themselves wandering the deep Forrest they came to a path lined with gate ways to their past and future lives. first stop Atlantis, last stop was Berkeley, in 1974. that is when the dreams that haunted Sam’s life began. after jumping in and out of various lives they came to the end of the portals and saw Berkeley, “last stop” and they jumped into Berkeley and started living the dream world.
The dreams started when Sam was a senior at Berkeley high school in 1974, around Maria’s birthday in late May, perhaps. About a month before Sam graduated, he fell asleep in a physics class after lunch and had the first dream:
A beautiful Asian woman was standing next to him talking in a strange language. She was stunning – the most beautiful girl he 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 his dream like in “Star Trek.” He fell out of my chair screaming, “Who are you?” She did not answer.
Later that day Sam told his best friend, Robert Sicular who was in the class with him about the dream. He also told them that he knew that he would meet her some day and that was the women he was destined to marry.
Robert said,
“Man, that is crazy shit, dude. You had best quit smoking weed before class man. You be high. have any of that shit?
nah smoked it all up. But dude the dream is real.
sure.
Sam told Robert’s parents, Bob, and Ruth about the dream. Bob and Ruth were awfully close to Sam. Sam hung out at their house a lot to escape his parents as he had grown up in a very dysfunctional family.
Bob said,
“Well that is the craziest love story I have ever heard so it must be true.”
Ruth said
“Follow your dreams. You will have to meet her someday, but you may have to go to Asia to find her. Where do you think she is?”
“Maybe Japan, maybe Korea, maybe Mongolia, Thailand, Vietnam? The Philippines? But not China because whatever she is speaking is not Chinese.”
One day Sam was late for his summer job working in the parks department. He had the dream again about 6 am and it woke him up. Same thing occurs. She is standing there talking to him and she has love in her eyes for him. She reaches out to touch him and then disappears. He felt electricity flowing from her as she touched him. Sam got up and accidentally breaks the mirror in the bathroom. Sam tells his mother who said that he will have seven years of bad luck as a result of breaking a mirror and later Sam thought that he had endured seven years of failed relationships and missed romantic opportunities because fate was conspiring to prevent him from getting seriously involved with anyone else because the universe was saving him for his one true soul mate.
A few days later, Sam is hanging out with his friends Matt and Mark playing pool at his house downstairs in the basement. Sam tells them that he had the dream again.
Matt says,
“Dude! that is just too creepy to believe. You should not be telling people that shit, they might think that you are some sort of nutter. I mean we know you are nuts but in a good way and we love ya for its bro, but others well they might think you are certifiable.”
Mark looked at Sam and said,
“Yeah dude, that is crazy shit, I mean shit like that ain’t real you know what I mean?”
“Matt, Mark, I swear to god it is too. I had the dream again. And I know I am going to meet her and marry her someday.”
“Right on dude. Party on! We believe you.”
About a month went by and then Sam started having the dream as he called it, repeatedly. Always the same pattern – early morning, she would stand next to me talking, I would ask whom she was, and she would disappear. She was the most beautiful, alluring women he had ever seen, and he was struck speechless every time he had the dream.
After a year – Sam’s lost year – where he drank too much, smoked too much weed and flunked out of Oberlin Music college, Sam had finally started his third college, UOP, third college in a row and he is determined to get serious and get his degree after his lost first year.
One day shortly after arriving at UOP he has the dream again.
That night he is smoking weed and drinking with his friend Roy, and Emma and several others. He recounts the recurring dream and again says he knows he is going to meet her and marry her. They all express a degree of polite skepticism.
Roy says, “Dude that shit don’t happen in real life. Get real.”
Emma says, “don’t waste your time looking for her. Either you will find her or someone else and I am sure you will find the right women someday.”
One day in late May, about a week before Sam graduated, he had been accepted into the Peace Corps. He had a deadline to respond whether he would accept the proposed assignment. He had a choice going to Korea as a TB control worker in August or to Thailand as an ESL teacher in a rural school in October. He was leaning towards Korea. He had taken Japanese and Chinese history classes in college and he was fascinated with the region and he was curious about Korea. And besides, he was ready to get going.
On May 18, 1979 at 5:30 Sam had a slightly different dream. In the dream, she told him when he asked where she was, “Seoul, Korea.” And smiled at him. And disappeared as she usually did”.
Sam told his housemates, Sara, Sharon, Roy, and Kevin about the dream. They all knew that he had been having this recurring dream over the years.
Sara said,
“Well seems like you need to go to Korea to meet her. I believe you and believe that you are fated to meet her.”
“Well perhaps so but we will still get married at age 50.”
That was a standard joke between them. Sam and Sara both felt that we were best friends, but she did not want to have a romantic relationship with Sam, but he did. They had been living together for almost three years at this point and in a few weeks they would all be moving out at the end of the month, and end of the school year for them. Sara, Kevin, and Sam were all graduating. Sharon and Roy had another year to go. Sharon never came back after being raped in her apartment after she moved out. Roy dropped out of college as his parents could not afford the tuition anymore.
Chapter Three Searching for the Dream Girl in Korea
In August 1979, Sam arrived in Korea. He looks around and sees thousands of women who look like the girl in the dream, but none of them are her. He knew he was going to meet her. He started having that dream monthly. Usually near the end of the month and almost always first thing in the morning. The dream was always the same. She would repeat the word Aka which Sam later learned was the Korean word for baby and became her pet name him once they met. The rest of the conversation he could not understand at all.
He was always struck speechless and could only mutter the words,
“Who are you? Where are you? When will we meet?”
She would smile at him with love sparkling in her eyes and then beam away.
The dream complicated Sam’s love life. Sam was awkward around women, as he was a bit of nerd and lacked social graces. Sam also was an intense person and that might have scared people from getting involved with him. He was kind of like the character in the movie, “40-Year-Old Virgin”.
Because of the dream, Sam could not see himself getting involved with anyone else because I knew I was fated to be with her someday. He had several girlfriends, but no lovers until his last year in college. He had two girl friends in the Peace Corps, but neither were the “one” and Sam knew that he would meet her someday.
After the Peace Corps Sam taught ESL to Koreans who were serving in the US army to fulfill their mandatory military duty (KATUSAS). Sam also taught BSEP) basic skills to military people. In those days, the military was taking in high school dropouts and many of the enlisted people had sub-par reading and math skills. His job was to get them to read and do math at the 8th grade level.
One winter while Sam was in the Peace Corps, he went to Taiwan on a personal visit. He met a famous fortuneteller who made three predictions – He would marry an Asian woman; he would marry when he was 27 and he would become a diplomat. All three predictions turned out to be true.
After the Peace Corps, Sam took a job in Korea and decided that he would give it one more year. If he did not meet her by then he would return to Seattle to go to Graduate school at the University of Washington in Korean studies. Sam moved about the entire country. Sam was lonely, dissatisfied, and. felt that he was wasting his time. He kept having the dream though.
Sam was also drinking too much and hanging out at bars. Sam liked to go to the bars and chat up the waitresses and practice his Korean. They were amused by that and Sam learned a lot of “street Korean” from them and once a month or so Sam would take one of them to her room and have sex.
One day Sam was starting to work for a new contractor, Central Texas College. His previous contractor, Los Angeles Community College, had lost the contract and Sam was unemployed for a month and broke as hell. Sam had about 100 dollars in the bank. He was teaching ESL on the side here and there and making some extra money which went for booze and women, so he was always broke.
One day Sam felt that he had to tell his employer that he was quitting and returning to the States to go to graduate school. He was planning on meeting with his director later that week. Then that morning he had the final dream.
She came to him again, but this time, Sam understood her Korean. She said, “Don’t worry, we will be together soon and once we are together, we will be together forever. I have been waiting since our last life together. And now I have found you.”
“걱정하지 마십시오. 우리는 곧 함께있을 것이며 우리가 함께 있으면 영원히 함께 할 것입니다. 나는 마지막 생애 이후로 기다리고 있습니다. 그리고 지금 당신을 찾았습니다.”
“geogjeonghaji masibsio. ulineun god
geos-imyeo uliga hamkke iss-eumyeon yeong-wonhi hammock hal geos-ibnida. naneun majimag
ihulo gidaligo issseubnida. geuligo jigeum dangsin-eul chaj-assseubnida.”
Chapter Four She walks out of the dreams, off the bus and into his Life
On Wednesday August 26, 1982 Sam got on a military bus on Camp Casey near where he lived in Tongduchon in a rented room. He was living very basically those days out of a suite case in a rented room as his employer kept sending him all over the country. He must have moved at least ten times that year.
He was talking with a fellow BSEP teacher about graduate school on the bus. They were both quitting soon to go back to the States for graduate school. Sam was going to study Korean studies at the University of Washington, and Mark was studying Public Administration at the University of Oklahoma on base.He had started studying at Yongsan and was transferring to the main campus so he could study full time. He highly recommended that Sam study for a MPA degree as he knew that Sam was waiting to pass the foreign service test.
That night, Sam got off the bus in front of Camp Red Cloud where he was teaching. Sam got off the bus and the girl in the dream walked off the bus, out of his dreams and into his life. It was the moment he had been waiting for all his life. Sam had been dreaming of that moment for six- and one-half years. And here she was.
Sam was struck speechless. He stared at her and she stared at him. And there was an instant connection, love at first sight for both. She was with another fellow teacher, Jim. Jim introduced them. They were going to see a movie and Sam told them he would meet them at the cafeteria at 8:30.
The class went by in a blur. Sam was still stunned that he had met her. He came up with a lame excuse that he wanted a language partner, and she could help him with his Korean and he could help her with her English. They met up at the cafeteria.
He had a cup of coffee and a burger. She had a burger too. Jeff excused himself and said it was nice meeting her. And left them for he could sense the connection between them.
They talked about her life and his life. Then Sam proposed that they meet up on Friday morning for a hike and further talks. He was off on Friday.
. She spoke English good as she was an English Education major at Sungsil Woman’s university and was a senior. She was 23 years old and he was 27 years old. He was born in the year of the goat and she was born in the year of the pig. According to fortune tellers they had a perfect astrological chart and were soul mates. In any event it was love at first sight for both, and as Koreans say
처음에 사랑
cheoeum-e salang
Sam told her that He was teaching MTWTH nights only and would be teaching some daytime classes the following month but for now his days were wide open until 5 pm when he had to leave for his evening classes.
She agreed to meet him on Friday at 9 am for breakfast and then we would go for a hike in a mountain park nearby that neither had been to.
That night Sam called his friend Robert, who had been in the room when Sam had first dreamt of meeting Maria and told him that he had met the girl in the dream. He was stunned.
“Robert,
“I have big news; I met the girl in the dream. The girl I have been dreaming about for these last eight years. She is real. I met her on a bus. She is stunning. She is a College senior, and we are meeting tomorrow. “
“Dude. That is unreal. But whatever you do not tell her about the dream, at least not right away. That might freak her out. It would freak any one out. Shit like that do not happen you know man. Are you alright? Been taking drugs? Drinking too much?”
“Dude. It is all good. It is real. And I am going to marry her!
“whatever dude. I believe you because you believe in the dream, I sure hope it is real.”
“it is real, dude.”
The next day Sam wrote to the University of Washington and asked for a one-year deferral of admission as something had come up that required him to stay in Korea for one more year. They responded in a few weeks giving him a year deferred enrollment.
The next night she was waiting for him at the army base where he was to teach a class. She told him that she had to see him as she had something to tell him Sam signed her on to the base and left her at the library to study. She was a college senior she told him. They went out for coffee after class at a classical music cafe. She told him she was madly in love with him and that he was the man for her. He told her not to worry as he felt the same.
Sam wrote his parents telling them that he was postponing graduate school for one more year. And had informed the University.
Chapter Five Whirlwind Romance
On Friday, Saturday, and Sunday they met each day and went for long walk in the mountains near the base and had breakfast, lunch, and dinner together. She made him kimpop (Korean sushi rolls) every day.
They talked further about her life and his life so far. Her English was far better than his Korean, so they mostly talked in English. She was a senior at Sungmyeong Woman’s University majoring in English Education. But she wanted to work for a corporation rather than become a high school English teacher. She was also going to start a graduate degree at Seoul working on an MBA degree in a new program that was taught in English.
He told her that he had been accepted to go to the University of Washington for a MA degree in Korea studies but would start that in about a year. He would be teaching for CTC for a few months but wanted to find another teaching job somewhere in Korea as he was tired of teaching on base and the pay was not particularly good. Sam told her that perhaps she could come to Seattle with him and study there. She looked at him and said that she would love that.
On Sunday night in the same coffee shop, Sam proposed to her. Or she proposed to him, or they did it together.
Maria looked at Sam and said
“Sam, it is obvious we belong together. You are mine and I am yours.”
“Maria,
“I agree. Let us get married, October 29th is my legal birthday. We can do the paperwork then and have the wedding later. What do you think?”
“Sure. That will work. You have to meet my parents though soon.”
“Okay”
And that was that.
In any event they agreed that they would do the formal paperwork through the embassy on Friday October 29th, 1982 which was Sam’s legal birthday. Sam was born at 4 am on October 30th but the night nurse typed October 29th on the birth certificate and refused to re-type it, so Sam had two birthdays and celebrated both.
They started meeting almost every day for the next month. Usually late in the day before his evening classes and all-day Saturday and Sunday. They did a lot of talking about here and there and talked endlessly as they both found the other to be fascinating.
They were extremely different in their opinions. Opposites attract they say, and boy did they. She was a bit radical in her thinking, later became very conservative politically. He was moderately progressive.
Sam called up Matt and told him that he had met the girl in the dream and was going to marry her. Matt like Robert was concerned that he was meeting a con artist because they could not believe that the dream could be true. Later when they met Maria they believed in the miracle of the dream.
That weekend they met Saturday and Sunday and hung out all day. On Sunday, they went for a hike in the woods. He proposed to her that night three days after they had met, but for Sam it felt that they had met eight years ago, He had been waiting all his life for her to walk out of his dreams, and into his life and here, she was. They had a delightful long walk in the woods and even saw a woodpecker. She told him that seeing the exceedingly rare bird was supposed to be good luck.
They married two months later after a Buddhist priest told her Mother that our astrological match was a perfect fit. Her mother did not want her to marry a foreigner. One day about a month after they had met, she invited him to meet her parents, but she did not tell them Sam was a foreigner. Sam brought a bottle of Jack Daniels for his Father-in-Law and Uncle in law and drank the entire bottle with them. He approved of him, but Sam’s Mother-in-Law still had reservations. After the Buddhist Priests told her it was a perfect astrological combination, she agreed, and they planned on getting married. as she put it, “who am I to go against the will of heaven?”
A few weeks after they were legally married, her parents allowed Sam to start spending the night with Maria pending their moving to the Korean Army School where they would hold their formal marriage. As part of the job, they received an apartment on base, they would be the first international couple to get married at the Korean army school.
Chapter Six Her Mother’s Opposition
Her mother was mad that had had jumped the gun, and started our sexual lives, but Sam and Maria were happy to get started on their married life.
Several years ago, later, Maria and Sam had a frank talk about her Mother just before she passed on from this life. Maria had a difficult relationship with her Mother as many daughters had. The following story shocked Sam. She recalled her growing up with her mother who told her many times that she should have killed her when she was a baby. Her mother hated her from birth. She said that Maria was a crying baby, and she could not get any sleep for the first two years of her birth as Maria was always crying. She said that Maria was so ugly a child that she was ashamed to be seen with her. She told her to never call her Mom in public and Maria often hid in her room when people came over because she felt that she was indeed ugly. When she was in junior high school, she went to a class trip to the Dongdaemoon ice skating ring dressed in pants etc. Her classmates told her that she was a pretty girl, and during college she dated a medical student. Her mother continued to say that she was ugly to her face. She said that she thought that her boyfriend was deluded and did not see how ugly Maria was. She also told her that Sam was ugly, but his brother Roger, who had visited them about a year after their marriage was handsome.
She did not understand why Maria liked Sam. It was love at first sight for both, and her Mother never experienced love in her life. She was extremely jealous of the love between Maria and Sam from the first time they met. She had a typical arranged marriage complicated by the war that separated her from her family and she was the youngest of 11 children. Her husband also was a North Korean refugee and was the fifth child. Neither her father nor mother had ever seen their relatives since the war except for her husband’s father who made it to the South and her husband’s older brother who had also made it to the South. In any event, her mother blamed Maria for her father-in-law’s abusive behavior towards her after she was born. Her father-in-law was angry that she had given birth to a girl and not a second son. And he was annoyed that Maria was a crying baby. and in those days of male preference for children, sometimes parents killed off their daughters secretly and no one made an issue since child deaths were so common in the chaos right after the war.
Her mother hated her from birth, thought that she was an ugly cry baby, stubborn, and selfish. And mean. She did not want to spend money on her going to college. And of course, she hated her for marrying Sam and not marrying the medical student that she had “selected” for Maria. She thought Maria was making a huge mistake marrying a foreigner. And later she blamed Maria later for costing her money by “forcing her to sell the Sooyori property where Maria had grown up and some other property. Her parents like a lot of Korean families of her social class had several rental properties and lived off their rental income as well as her Father’s business. He ran a makalli factory (traditional Korea rice wine), had a bus company, and owned a couple of hotels. He was moderately wealthy by Korean standards but certainly not of the elite. Although his family was part of the famous Kyongju Lee clan – distant relatives of the last Kings of Korea. In fact, in the entire history of the Kyongju Lee clan, only two members of the clan had ever married a foreigner, the first President of Korea, Shgymun Rhee who married an Austrian woman and Maria who married Sam
Maria’s mother was always complaining that she did not treat her brothers or her with love and devotion, instead spending all her love on Sam. She was jealous of their love. And she resented Maria for becoming successful as an adult while her sons had turned out to be failures.
When they came back to Korea to help her deal with cancer, she hated them being there. She did not want them to return to Korea permanently, thought they should stay in the U.S. and visit once a year at most for a few weeks. She thought that Maria was plotting to take over property that did not belong to her and hated her for demanding her fair share of the family properties. Finally, she resented the fact that she needed her help in going to doctors etc.
An overly complicated family story. Sam always thought that this would make a particularly good novel, or movie or K Drama. Food for a short story or two about Korean family dynamics. Their love story would make a great K Drama complete with a villainous mother figure, who hated her ugly daughter from birth because she was an ugly crying baby. And the mother continues to hate her rebellious daughter who marries a foreigner and despises her mother. And became the first Korean born female to become an US Army office to be stationed in Korea. And her son in law becomes a diplomat.
They had grown up in quite different circumstances, countries, and cultures. They had quite different personalities and both were strong willed, opinionated, and stubborn and proud. Neither of took criticism well, and both tended to view the world in very personal terms.
And boy did they have different personalities. Sam was outgoing, the life of the party, optimistic, happy go lucky, unrealistic, a big dreamer, a big story teller, but lacked discipline and tended to start projects but have a hard time finishing them and he wanted so much to be liked that forgave people too easily and he was too nice to the point that people took advantage of him,
Maria was more reserved, and very strategic and tactical in her thinking, very deliberate and took a long time before she made decisions. In the meantime, she would talk out all the possibilities, which drove Sam up a wall, he wanted to decide quickly then move on. Maria was suspicious, perhaps even paranoid, and very secretive. Yet despite their profound differences, they some how managed to get along, reached agreement on the way forward and always thought about their partner. And their love remained steadfast and unshakable.
They say that opposites attract but it is hard to live with people who are so different. Sam often thought that if they had taken one of these on=line compatibility tests they would fail the tests. According to Chinese Astrology theirs was a perfect astrological combination, a Male Goat, and a Female Pig. According to western astrology, a Gemini (Maria) and Scorpio,(Sam) relationship was complicated but when it worked it was one of the most powerful relationship although both parties had to work hard at it to make it work.
In any event, there was no mistaking the deep love, the powerful connection and the fact that they both knew from the moment they saw each other (Sam in his dream, and Maria getting off the bus) that they were fated to meet, marry and be together. They were in fact soul mates.
And they both knew that they had know each other in prior lives. They had no idea how complicated a history they shared that transcended centuries dating back to the dawn of history but one day they would go through past life regression analysis and learn the shocking story of their true love destiny, but that is for later in the story. For now, they just knew they were met to be together.
Over the years whenever things were difficult between them as they always can be with married couples, Sam would think back to the dream and then he would fall in love with her again and again and again. and when they were apart, Sam would have the dream, she was there looking at him with love flashing in her eyes – just staring at him and telling him how much she loved him
Despite her mother’s misgivings, she honored the agreement, and they went ahead with plans to get married at the Korean Army school. His father came out to the wedding which was the talk of the town.
Chapter Seven Sam’s dysfunctional family history
Her Mother reluctantly accepted Sam as her son-in-law. Her Father, and siblings accepted Sam as well and grew to love him as Sam was such a lovable personality. Sam’s family accepted her into his dysfunctional family. Sam’s family’s history was long and complicated, according to DNA and family lore Sam had 18 different nationalities among his ancestry.
On his father’s side of the family, his ancestry was from England, (hence the last name Adams (they were distant cousins to the Presidential Adams) Germany Norway, Sweden, Finland, Denmark, Holland, France, Spain, Russia, Ukraine, Lapland, Jewish, and Mongolian since everyone from Eastern Europe is part Mongolian..
His father grew up in Yakima, Washington State as the son of an apple farmer. He had received a PhD from Harvard, and had been a Rhodes Scholar, having gotten a MA from Oxford. He had served as the undersecretary of labor for Johnson and Kennedy before returning to the Bay Area where he taught for almost 40 years at San Francisco State University. He was also a part-time politician, ran for congress against Ron Dellums and got his proverbial ass whooped.
On his mother side of family, Sam was Irish, English, French, Dutch, and Cherokee. According to the DNA, Sam was also part Nigerian. His mother’s clan were part of the lost tribe of the Cherokee Indians the disappeared around 1830 and would never registered as members of the Cherokee tribe, living on in the Ozark mountains and hills of Arkansas, Missouri, and Texas, truly hillbillys as they used to call them. She was union activist and later a real estate agent and helped his father run his various side businesses.
They had a love-hate relationship, and Sam grew up in a very dysfunctional family. His older brother became an arch conservative as did his younger brother. They both married Asian women, his older brother married his wife one month after he met her. She was from the Philippines, and they had three daughters. His younger brother married a Chinese American woman and had one son and two daughters. His sister who died of a mysterious illness at age 50, had two daughters and one son. Sam was blessed to have many nieces, nephews and grand nephews, and nieces, although he did not get along with his siblings, he was found of his nieces and nephews.
Sam’s wife had an older brother and younger brother therefore Sam had nieces and nephews and grand nieces and nephews on both sides of the family. All in all, a very tangled interesting family story.
Chapter Eight -The wedding of a thousand guests
Then they had their wedding. It was a huge celebrity wedding, and Sam had no clue. It was a first in many respects. In Maria’s family, she was only the second Chung Ju Lee clan member (the ancient royal clan) to have ever married a foreigner. The first was Symgun Rhee, the First President of Modern Korea, and the second was Sam’s wife, Chong Oak Lee (later known as Maria Lee).
Sam’s father came for the wedding and the Koreans interviewed him on nationwide TV as he was a former Under Secretary of Labor and apparently was the highest-ranking foreign father in law in Korean history. It made all the papers.
And finally, they were the first foreign-Korean couple to get married at a Korean Army base. Sam was newly employed at the Hangjong Hak Kyo, the Korean Army Administration school.
Their marriage had a cast of 1, 000 people. Sam’s father in law said he had never met most of his clan’s men and everyone wanted to come to the wedding.
Sam was totally unaware of this until many years later. His Korean was still not up to par and furthermore his wife did not want to alarm him or get him nervous. She was nervous herself. But she was determined that he was her man, and they would be married.
It said a lot about their marriage. Sam wanted her to be happy and so went along with her desires but boy what a media circus it all was.
Chapter Nine early marriage life
After the marriage of 1000 guests, Marie and Sam went on a honeymoon to a hot springs resort in the middle of January. Sam learned that she was cold blooded and cannot handle cold weather and Sam had to warm her up every night as he had an excess of Ki life energy as the Koreans put it and that became one of the many things that brought them together
They went back to the ROK Army administration school and worked there for a year. Maria got a job teaching Korean to US army officers for the University of Maryland and she also started attending the Seoul University graduate school MBA program.
And they were preparing to go to the University of Washington for graduate school. Maria told Sam one day she would like to join the US Army as an officer once she finished a graduate degree and became a US citizen. Sam thought that was amusing but little did he know that she would make it happen.
Maria turned out to be incredibly determined, capable and an overly ambitious woman. Sam on the other hand was much more laid-back, more content to just go with life handed him without too much talk about the future.
Although their personalities were quite different, every day they woke up and fell in love with each other. Early on in their marriage they discovered that when they fought, and had an argument, afterwards they would laugh, and the magic would come back.
After year of teaching, it was time to prepare to go back to the states. Sam took a six-month job back with his old employer teaching basic skills, ESL, and basic business courses. She continued teaching Korean and taking classes at Seoul National University and taking the TOPEC test
. Sam had gotten into the University of Washington Jackson School of International Studies where he would get a MA in Korean studies. She got into the linguistics program thinking that she might one to eventually find work as an interpreter at a high-level event.
They left for Seattle and settled in there for four years. She transferred to the MPA program which also accepted
. They worked through graduate school delivering papers and she worked part time as a translator. She got into the ROTC program and once she became a citizen, she joined the US Army as an officer.
When they graduated, they went to Korea where Sam taught at a Korean University and worked as a copy editor for a Korean economic think tank. In the evenings he taught at the University of Maryland on base teaching government and taught business for Central Texas Community college.
Three years later Sam got into the State Department and went to DC for training. He came back to Korea and did his first assignment in Korea.
Then he went to Thailand after studying Thai and she went on for further training. They were then separated for two years – the worst two years of his life and Sam began to drink and fell into bad habits.
But they were reunited after two years and went back to the States. On their 15th-year anniversary, Sam convinced Maria it was time to go to a past life regression analysis to learn their true love story.
Chapter 12 Meeting past life hypnotist
After returning from Thailand to DC, Sam and Maria were separated due to their respective jobs, she went to Texas and he went to DC by himself. One day he went jogging and felt down a ledge in the dark shattering his heel in a million pieces, He ended up in the hospital off and on for a year undergoing 14 operations and staying at Walter Reed Hospital for almost six months. For the first four months after the initial operation, he stayed in San Antonio with her. When he returned to DC the staff infection returned and almost killed him.
During this time, Sam and Maria fell in love again and were determined to stay in DC for a while. But still Sam was puzzled about one thing. He knew somehow that he had known Maria in another life but did not know what had transpired. She also confessed that she felt that they had known each other in a previous incarnation.
Finally, after 15years of living together and 27 years after he first met her in his dreams, he finally felt he had to know the truth of how they had really met and the mystery behind their surprisingly long-lasting love. Sam and Maria were so different from each other it was amazing that they had stayed together all those years. Yet Sam knew it was meant to be.
They had often talked about the dream, and how they met. Maria said that she did not believe in the “dream”, but she also knew when she saw him that he was hers and hers alone and that is why she approached him the way she did.
Sam after an argument once asked her
“Well if I am so horrible why did you ever marry me in the first place?”
“temporarily insanity?”
and they laughed and fell in love again.
Just as they always had ever since they met. The longest that they stayed angry at each other was for three days. Usually he would go for a long walk, maybe go out for a burger and beer, and wait until she called him and said he could come home. Then they would have a long talk about the issues and try to come up with a solution. and then they would have made up sex.
After four years in the States they were separated again, Sam went to India, and she stayed behind and then went to Korea. Because of that decision she was not in DC on 9-11. But there were separated for almost a year. During that time, Sam and Maria drifted apart.
When Sam and Maria finally were reassigned to the States after the events in India had almost led to a divorce, Sam and Maria began the process of reconnecting, and reconciliation. As part of that process, Sam proposed that they met with a past life hypnotist for a past life regression.
Sam told Maria before the meeting his research into past lives. he told her that he believed in reincarnation. he also said that he believed in Soul mates. Most people never met their soul mate, each of us has one. The one we were destined to be with. However, only a few people ever met their soul mates. It is part of the Zen of love and is why there is so much marital discord. People know that their partner is not really their soul mate more of a temporarily arrangement until they meet the one. But unfortunately for most people, they never ever met the one. Only happens once in a blue moon so to speak and for them for some reason it has happened repeatedly. and sometimes you meet your Soul mate who is married to someone else at the time and you end up either breaking up a marriage or deciding not to pursue your soul mate in this life.
Sam said that he had experienced love at first sight two times in his life. First with his best friend in college, his roommate Sara. they had a platonic love affair, but she did not want a romantic relationship with him. Sara had finally told him that she was ready for him to come back to the States and be with her. The very next day he met Maria and so he never got together with Sara.
Then there was her. Prior to meeting her he had several girlfriends, and was a late bloomer sexually speaking. Just never got the hang of closing the deal sexually so to speak. He was awkward socially, goofy looking with thick glasses, did not drive, and a genius always thinking deep thoughts. A real nerd so to speak.
But once he discovered sex, he knew he had to have sex at least once a month and so he resorted to one night stands with various woman he would meet in bars, most were “professionals” so to speak.
Then she walked out of the dreams, off the bus and into his life and the rest was history.
He also had experienced hate at first sight a few times as well. Hate at love was also the result of running into someone one had a prior conflict within a prior life.
Maria told Sam that she had been resigned to marry the medical student whom her Mom had selected for her. But she turned him down when she met Sam because there was no chemistry between them at all and he did not want “a career woman” he wanted a more traditional woman who would take care of the house, home finances and have three children with. And Maria did not want any of that. She made it clear when they got married that she wanted a career as well and probably did not want children. Sam accepted that and promised he would support her in whatever she wanted to do but he hoped that they would have children someday. Just turned out that someday never happened until it was too late.
They researched the various professionals offering such services and booked an appointment with Dr. Sandra Patel. Sandra Patel was a Hindu believer and she approached past life analysis from that perspective. However, she said, that one did not have to believe even in re-incarnation to benefit from past life analysis. One simply had to have an open mind. Most past life analysts were either Buddhist or Hindu, but there were a few that were agnostic, and a few Christian ones as well. There was a lot of fraud in the field as well, so the legitimate ones all knew each other and helped each other out.
Because the professional medical establishment thought that the whole field was suspect and did not believe it, there was no medical insurance that would cover the cost of the analysis and it was not cheap as it would require several long visits. She would videotape each session and then play the tape for them so they could discuss it and figure out what it all meant. Once you woke up from a session you often did not remember what had happened. These memories were deeply buried, and she thought that was just the nature of reincarnation. each time you came back you had to learn it all over again otherwise your past life would really screw up your present life and your future life so it was best not to know too much. Just too complicated navigating things in this world.
Dr. Patel had been doing past life regression analysis for decades and was one of the founders of the still controversial field. She had published several books on the subject and told them they needed to read her basic book, “Past Life Analysis” before she could schedule an appointment.
She required the fee upfront. It would cost them 10, 000 dollars. They would receive the video, and a transcript of the video to keep. All sessions including the debriefings would be taped and given to them. In some cases, she would ask their permission to share their stories, but she would change their names if so requested. This helped her get more clients and promote the field as legitimate.
She had just created a web page SandraPatelPastLifeAnalysis.com and she also required them to go on line and fill out a pre-interview questionnaire including answering why they wanted to do the analysis in the first place.
They filled out the questionnaire, read her book and decided that they wanted to do it and made the appointment. They answered the why they wanted to do the past life analysis by discussing the dream Sam had and the love at first sight meeting that led to them getting married two months after meeting.
She listened to Sam ‘s story and told Sam that in her professional experience, some couples are soul mates and they always find each other in the next life. But Sam ‘s and Maria’s story were extraordinary. Sam told the Doctor that he had never discussed the dream with anyone other than his two friends who had witnessed the dream because well people would think that he was crazy. Dr. Patel told him that she believed him.
She had never heard such a story before in her professional life, but Dr. Patel felt that there must have been a tragic ending to their previous loves. That would explain how they met. She went to say that love at first sight and hate at first sight were really the same phenomenon. It meant that the people involved knew each other in a prior live and they still had issues that they had to resolve in this life. So, yes, Dr. Patel believed them. She decided to treat both and bring them back in time to their previous lives to see what had happened to cause such a strong connection across the barriers of space and time.
so, they began the session. She put them both under hypnosis and asked them to go back to when they first met and describe things in as much detail as possible. Where were they? who were they in that life? How had they met? when were they?
Chapter 11 of Timeless Love stories begins their cursed love affair in the fabled city of Atlantis where General Zoren falls under the spell of Zarina.
Chapter 11 Atlantis- alien love affair
At the beginning of recorded time, Sam met Maria and they were born together as soul mates. After several lifetimes as Sirians in the Sirian empire, they met again in the world between worlds where they were shown their fate. They were in limbo in the world between hell and heaven. God had decided to give them another chance at finding happiness. They walked up to the portal – the hole in the ground labeled Atlantis and found themselves reborn as Sirian Reptilian overlords in Atlantis 3000 BC just before the destruction of the city of Atlantis
Their timeless love story began 5, 000 years ago in the fabled city of Atlantis. Sam and Maria were originally from the planet Sirius, ten light years from Earth. Sam was originally General Zoran governor of the Atlantis colony, and Maria was originally Zarina the leader of the opposition party. The Sirians had come to earth 25 years ago and build the city of Atlantis in an island mini continent in the middle of the Atlantic ocean, Zoran was related to the royal family back home, seventh son of the Emperor, and was the royal governor of the Atlantis colony. The colony had 1.5 million Sirians, (red Sirians, green Sirians and shapeshifters) and the other five other races (canines, felines, primates, and insectoids) from the Sirians Empire living on it and 2 million human slaves. The Sirians considered humans to be savages and treated the local slaves badly. The other races were more sympatric as were the Green Sirians, all faced discrimination form the dominant Red Sirians who were the traditional elite in the home worlds.
25 years after the colonization Zoran had a dilemma on his hands. The human slaves were turning out to be a problem. They were intelligent, cunny and devious creatures, and deeply religious worshiping a multiple of Gods. Some thought that Sirians were Gods, most thought that they were evil devils from a mythical place called Hades.
. The Sirians distrusted the humans from the first time they encountered them. On their home world, the Sirians had battled human life monkeys for centuries until they had finally subdued them. Most were killed in the “final solution”, a policy that Zoran had approved at the time and had overseen. Zoran had no love for the sub-species and thought that the humans were somehow related to the monkey species.
In their conquests of ten worlds so far, the Sirians had encountered essentially five variants of intelligent life. The latest theory was that intelligent life forms in the universe came in five basic flavors; -, the Sirians were reptilian and came in three sub-species, the Red Syrians, which was the dominant race, that Green Syrians, were mostly the lower castes, and the shape shifters, who were Intel and warrior class, and mostly identified with Male Red Sirians but could be anybody and anything, and were greatly feared by everyone. Zoran was a shape shifter as were all the members of the royal family.
The other races of the universe were canine like creatures, feline like creatures, humanoid (monkey) like creatures and insectoid creatures. In the Syrian Empire, the Sirians were the master race, the other races were second class citizens. The Humanoids on Sirius had largely been wiped out in the ”Final solution,” but there were 50 million humanoids left on their home world once they proved to be loyal subjects like the other conquered races had become. The humanoids were feared because like the Sirians they thought of themselves as the superior race of the universe, and the humanoids unlike other species were all infected with a religious delusion gene and refused to accept that there were no Gods, Devils or Angels in the materialist universe.
The Master plan was that the Syrians would establish a colony and gradually take over the planet inflating the local inhabitants and killing off most of them and eventually allowing the locals after `100 years or so gradually regain their limited freedom. But there were exceptions of course. A common punishment for criminal misbehavior for political misbehavior was a period of the slavery for 10 years, often spent in harsh labor camps.
The central question for General Zoran and the central command had what to do with the humans. The Policy line that the Central headquarters had lay down, was for Atlantis to establish itself as a Bridgehead and then after 10 years or so millions of colonists would arrive. Human should be given a choice, continued lives as slaves mostly agricultural workers, or resist and die. In any event in their culture would be abolished all humans would be require speak only the Syrian language. Their cultural and artistic treasures such as they had would be shipped back to the Imperial grand museum. Their temples would be destroyed as the Sirians were atheistic materialists and had no patience for religious dogma = and persecuted religious fanatics throughout the empire such that were very few believers in the old religions left in the Empire.
This was the policy line, and he was supposed to carry it and not question it. Questioning orders and doctrine in his opinion usually did not turn out well and was as the young called it “a career killing move.” He was the ultimate survivor and he needed to make Earth the 11th planet of the Empire. He hoped someday become Emperor as he was in the imperial line of succession, but he would have to kill his seven siblings. His siblings were all also governors and various planets and senior positions. Once their father died they would probably be as usual a short Civil War and one of the siblings would emerge as the emperor and he was determined to be the Emperor, the losers would have to be executed and their family members as well.. Just the way things happened in the Sirians Empire.
When these profound troubling thoughts filled his head as he drank his morning coffee, Soren his executive AI popped up and told him his 11 o’clock meeting with Zarina the new head of the green political party was starting in a few minutes. . Zoran had not yet met Zarina, but he had heard troublesome things about her.
When Zarina and Zoran met, and it was love and hate at first sight. Zarina was a stunningly beautiful woman, very competent highly intelligent, and very sexually aggressive. In short, she was a kind woman that was his fatal attraction and he knew it.
Zarina was an activist, working to improve conditions for the local human subjects. As such her work concerned Zoran. Zoran was agnostic overall about the human subject thing, thought that they needed the labor but that perhaps humans could and should be treated better. And Zoran sometimes regretted the “final solution” thinking that perhaps a policy of assimilation might have worked given time. But the powers that be wanted to purify the home world and only have Sirians living there with some traders and government workers from the other races allowed. And so, he was overruled and carried out the policy earning the hatred od the Green Sirians and their local leader Zarina.
The other races were easier to round up and deport, the humanoids refused to relocate to the humanoid home world insisting that they were not the same race at all and the other humanoids spoke a different language and worshiped the wrong Gods. Zoran sent for Zarina and they had a long passionate talk about humanity and the Sirian treatment of humans. Zoran was instantly attracted to her but also felt that she was too idealistic and naïve about the humans, although she had changed his mind and his heart a bit. Zarina had just recently came to Atlantis and as the head of the local opposition party had scheduled this courtesy call which would turn out to be a long lunch no doubt. He told Soren his AI to block out the afternoon so he could devote his attention to Zarina.
For the reptiles of his social class, arranged marriages where the north and it was overdue time to get married. General Zoran had not yet married but had a number of potential mates selected for him from his ambitious mother, the second wife of the Empire. All he had to do was say yes to the proposed match and they would join him after getting married back home. He was due to return for a visit in a few weeks anyway.
Generally red families married Red families and green families married green families. There was little intermarriage between the two races. And truly little interspecies relationships although as a shapeshifter he could assume any form and have sex with any species. Some shapeshifters engaged in that, but he was a bit old fashioned and found the very concept to be disgusting.
Fortunately for him shape shifters can marry either red or green, so it would be possible for him to consider an alliance with her as she represented an important party in the Imperial Senate.. Although the Emperor had considerable power, along with the military, they still had to get the support of the congress. The congress consisted of the Assembly with elected representatives from each species and planets. The Senators represented their planets and were for the most part red Sirian Reptiles and landlords who had large plantations and industrial interests to protect, although there were Senators from the other races on their home world, but the Imperial Senate was mostly Red Sirian.
Zoran was engaged in a political battle against the Green Sirians who were advocating letting the humans go and the Red Sirians who were advocating conquering the main land and enslaving the pre-Greek and pre-Roman civilizations and the pre-Indian and Pre-Chinese civilizations as well as the ancient Egyptian civilizations.. The Sirians had arrived at the dawn of civilization and had made contacts with all the pre-historical civilizations, through conquest and warfare. Most of the early humans thought that the Sirians were either Gods, Demons or Monsters and they were greatly feared on the mainland.
Zarina was the leader of the Green Sirians and they were openly talking about revolting against the established leadership and establishing a free Republic of humans and Sirians on earth – outside of the Empire. Zoran was determined to crush the rebellion but that would mean he would never be able to be with her as she was now his mortal enemy. And he did not want to lose but allying him with her would complicate his plans to become Emperor. Perhaps he could go along with her, revolt against the Empire then persuade her to join him in rebuilding a more just Empire? She was extremely ambitious too and came from one of the most prominent opposition political factions.
They met and soon had a torrid love affair. Both found the other to be quite different, exciting, ruthless, ambitious and very sexy. They were very different and yet shared Zoran’s Imperial ambitions. She convinced him to stand with her and declare the birth of the Free Earth Republic as they called it.
He made a speech on worldwide TV announcing that the Earth would become independent and that humans and Sirians would be equal citizens along with representatives of the other five races. A delegation was being sent to the Greek, Roman, Indian, and Chinese cities to bring them into the fold. Atlantis would remain the capitol of the planet.
He returned to the palace. She was waiting for him and smiled and kissed him, and they made love all night long.
Unbeknownst to Zoran, his siblings had heard of his and Zarina’s plans and were determined to destroy him and his Imperial ambitions. The leader of the Red Sirians, his deputy and a man he had considered to be his best friend betrayed him and led the coup against General Zoren and the hated Zarina who was widely seen as having corrupted General Zoran with her dangerous thoughts and actions.
In the morning, the Red Sirians launched their coup. They surrounded the Imperial palace which was destroyed in a nuclear blast that accidentally destroyed the entire city of Atlantis. As the city of a thousand years as it had been called sank into the ocean, Zoran, Zarina and hundreds of Sirian and human refugees fled to Rome where they at first welcomed and given refuge.
Zoran and his fellow shape shifters began a campaign to take over the earth, and shape it to their needs, eventually re-developing space travel so they could conquer the earth and then challenge the Sirian Empire for control of the Universe. The remaining Sirians split into three parties, the Shapeshifters assumed human form, intermarried, and became wherever they were members of the social elite. Always working secretly behind the scenes to further the interests of the Sirian agenda. The red Sirians on the other hand were rounded up and killed as they were considered evil monsters, and incapable of reform and besides they were too closely tied to the Imperial family which still wanted to conquer the earth.
. The Green Sirians, by and large were able to disguise themselves and went underground to try to enlighten the earth. They were largely unsuccessful and very few of them survived. After a hundred years of so only a few shapeshifters survived along with a few red and green Sirians who formed a secret society that persists to this day.
Zoran and Zarina’s love story ended when Zarina and Zoran were assassinated by a red Sirian general dispatched from the home world. The word was in – earth was forbidden to all Sirians immigration and would be monitored for the next five thousand years. And just before they died, their last words were
“See you in the next life my timeless love” and they vowed to defy the laws of nature and man and find each other in the next life as they both had begun to believe in re-incarnation which was a minority opinion among the largely atheistic Sirians. That line and the knowledge that they were true soul mates destined to meet again and again sustained them throughout the next 3, 000 years of history and they came back over and over again until finally in 1982 they overcame their cursed fate.
Chapter 12 ancient Indian
After Zoran and Zarina were killed their soul mates looked for each other but were lost in the limbo lands for hundreds of years and never met until one day about 500 years later they found themselves again in the world between worlds wandering towards their next fate. They saw a sign welcome pilgrim to India where an adventure awaits you and they jumped through the portal finding themselves in ancient Maura Empire in ancient India. Sam was now a merchant, Arjun who dealt with the royal family and supplied goods and food to the royals, and other high caste families, but Arjun was not of royal blood, he was Vaishyas, a middle caste due to his family’s occupation as merchants. Despite his caste background, the royal family took a liking to him and Arjun was often invited to royal functions. Arjun had not married yet and was in his early twenties. He ran the shop for his father who was old and ailing. Arjun knew he would have the business someday. His mother was constantly trying to match him up with various women, but he was not interested in getting married yet. He had told her that, but she kept responding that it was time he settled down and produced grandchildren so that he would have children to carry on the family business. His father concurred saying
“son it is time you had children of your own and we have grandchildren. Your mother has found several suitable candidates. Can’t you at least meet them?”
Finally, he agreed to meet the candidates. He met three woman, daughters of other merchant families but nothing clicked. He told his parents that
“Mom, Dad, I met the three women per your request. They all seem nice enough, but nothing clicked between us. There was zero chemistry. Nothing at all. I just cannot see myself marrying them and having sex with them. Perhaps you can find some other candidates? perhaps from the neighboring kingdom?”
. They told him,
“Son don’t be ridiculous. No one marries for love. Over time you will grow to love your wife, if not you will find love with a mistress or second wife. Everybody does that. Your mother and I did not love each other at first but over time we fell in love and as you know our love is strong now. Perhaps the true love thing will happen to you. All you must do is just tell us which one of the three woman you like the best, or if you really do not fancy any of them, we can find a few more candidates. But you must choose someone and choose them soon. According to the fortune teller at the temple, you must marry within the year or a great tragedy will befall the entire family”
“. Okay, find me seven more candidates, and then I will sleep with the top five picks and decide then.”
His father laughed,
“Son I like the way you think. Not sure if the women will agree to this test but we can make it a condition with the understanding that you would choose one of the five after you sleep with them. and perhaps the others could become your mistresses if you need a mistress. Mom, do you agree?”
“If that is the only way we can get our son married, yes. I will speak to the ten candidates. I am sure that they will agree to the audition.”
One day he was at the Royal palace in Patna making a delivery and checking up on food preparations for the King’s birthday, when he first met Anaya the beloved daughter of King Chandragupta Maurya, who was widely seen as the most beautiful woman in all of the known worlds. She was so beautiful that Arjun was struck speechless.
She was tall, with black hair that reached down to her ample backside, and big, lovely breasts, and a fire in her black diamond eyes. She radiated heat and passion and intense sexual energy. there were rumors that she had a few Male lovers and a woman lover as well. All sons of various princes. But the king had announced that she was going to marry the Prince a neighboring kingdom.
Arjun wanted her it was lust at first sight, but he knew that it would be a forbidden love affair that could result in them being executed. The head priest of the Shiva Temple had recently begun a campaign cleaning out the rampant sexual immorality he claimed was overwhelming the Kingdom. He stressed repeatedly that everyone in the kingdom must respect the traditional god given caste system, and that the rules apply to all including the King’s family. Sexual relations between higher and lower caste individuals would no longer be tolerated, anyone who crosses that line does so with the risk of being executed for their crime of offending the traditional order.
Anaya shocked him by coming up to him and they started talking. She was the King’s youngest daughter and had a reputation for being standoffish. She had turned down numerous proposals for marriage and the King was getting concerned, as he wanted to marry off his last child before he died.
And the king had another kingdom in mine for his daughter’s marriage. His two oldest daughters had married princes of other kingdoms and they formed through marriage useful alliances. His son had married one of the richest landlords in the country that was especially useful as well as opened financial support for the royal family.
He needed this alliance with a neighboring kingdom because he was preparing to conquer all of India, and the known worlds. Anaya was just too stubborn for her own good. She was a incurable romantic and said that she would only marry for the love and if there is chemistry what happened whenever that was’s between them. The King just did not understand the youngster sometimes. He had three wives, several mistresses, and his wives had lovers on the side that could meet their erotic needs. If everybody was discreet, it all worked out. He would evenly would allow her his daughter to have a secret lover, provided that her lover was of the proper caste. If she took a lover that was lower caste, by the laws and customs of the kingdom he would have to execute his daughter’s lover and maybe his daughter as well. He tried to explain this to her, but he did not think that it got through to her. She was lost in her romantic fantasy world. they just had a big argument and told her that she would marry the prince and give him a son and that was the end of the story. After marriage, if she needed a lover, she could take a lover or two provided they were of the upper caste. However, under no circumstances could she have sexual relations with the lower caste – that was against the law and customs will result in the execution of her lover. The king had no choice in the matter, since the priests were adamant that the King’s family had to uphold the traditional caste system which was ordained by Shiva and other gods.
Arjun and Anaya hit it off. Arjun asked her to join him for a walk in the park. They started secretly meeting in the forest for long walks. While walking in the park, they began talking about their life and their pending decisions regarding marriage.
Arjun told her of his dilemma and his pending auditions. Anaya was amused and told Arjun that he had to tell her all about it, including the details of how they made love. And why he chose whom he would ultimately choose. She asked him if he was a virgin. he said that he was not, as a merchant he traveled a lot to various towns and usually stopped off at the local inn for drinks and spent the night with various bar maidens as merchants commonly did. he had a few favorite bar maids but of course he could not marry any of them because they were beneath his family’s caste and besides, one did not marry such woman.
He asked her if she was a virgin. She laughed and said,
“Yes, despite the rumors to the contrary I have not yet had sex although I did kiss a fellow prince and kissed his sister too. I liked that. After I marry, I hope my husband would let me have a girl friend or another lover if the chemistry does not work out. But I hope to lose my virginity soon. The King has arranged me to marry the son of the King of the neighboring kingdom. I met him; he seems nice enough but there was no chemistry between us. Just cannot think I would enjoy making love to him. and I do want to experience sex in all its forms. My maids all swear by oral sex and I want to try that the most.”
Arjun laughed and said,
“Well I could show you how to do that if you want some day.”
“Hmm we could do that. It would have to be top secret. You know what would happen if the King finds out….”
They both sighed and talked about the high priest campaign to enforce traditional moral codes particularly regarding sexual relations between higher and lower caste people.
Arjun pointed out the absurdity of it all. A upper caste man can go to a whore house and have sex with a lower caste woman or an untouchable and as long as they keep it strictly sexual and don’t fall in love or have a baby no one will condemn them. But an upper caste woman having sex with a lower caste man or woman for that manner is a capital offense!
Thus, Arjun and Anaya both knew that if they were caught the penalty for such an offense would be death for Arjun and maybe for Anaya as well as the inter-caste rules were strict in the kingdom, stricter than in most parts of India.
Arjun one day proposed to her that they run away to another kingdom and set up life there anonymously. She thought about it for a long time and finally agreed to join him in flight. She had decided that she had to flee the kingdom and go far away to escape the King and his insistence that she marry Prince Vihan, a man she had grown to hate. They had only a few conversations and it was clear that he was a first-class selfish asshole and only agreed to marry her for his political benefit. he was 35 years old, fat, overweight, bad complexion and ugly as sin.
He made it clear that they would have sex until she got pregnant, but he would otherwise not have sex with her as he did not find her attractive at all. He would look the other way if she wanted to have sexual relations with his friends and cousins. That could all be arranged. But one she gave birth to a son; she was of no further use to him. She would be expected to play the traditional role of a mother and wife and that was it. She would not be allowed to talk in public or express any opinions and her friends would be monitored as well to prevent any scandals from occurring. and if she were to disgrace the family honor by engaging in sexual relations with a lower caste person, he would be first to demand that she be given the death penalty.
Arjun told her that if she ran away with him, he would not carry out his audition and if they became lovers, he would only be with her from then on out. He promised to teach her everything about sex and was sure that they would be eternal lovers. He said that he felt that she was his soul mate and they had known each other before and would know each other in the next life.
He said,
I will always find you my timeless love.”
The day for their flight arrived and Arjun waited in the forest with a horse and cart. She showed up late saying that she wanted to make sure no one knew. They got in the cart and drove off.
That night they made love for the first time in a rural inn. They had told the owner that they had just gotten married and were moving back to his family’s farm in the neighboring kingdom. Fortunately for them, the inn keeper did not recognize either of them and bought their story and congratulated them. and left them alone as he sensed they were having an early honeymoon. They seemed like a nice couple and the Inn Keeper and his wife were glad that they could help them start their married life the right way with plenty of love and wild passionate love making.
they kissed and undressed, and Arjun taught Anaya the art of oral sex, first doing her and then having her do him. Then they engaged in intercourse – first time for her. Afterwards they also tried anal sex as she said she wanted to try that as well. they found that they were very comparable in bed and loved making love and made love all night for two nights. Then they got ready to flee the country.
Two days later when they approached the border, they found a roadblock.
They asked the guards
“what going on?”
the guard, a young man on his first mission, said
There may be war soon. The King’s youngest daughter is missing. Prince Vihan may have kidnapped her after the King told him the marriage was off because his daughter hated him and could not marry him, and the King had to find another suitable match. Prince Vihan has declared that he expected the King to honor the original marriage contract and turn Princess Anaya over. The king said no, and everyone is preparing for war and looking for Princess Anaya. And we are also looking for Merchant Arjun because the rumor is that Prince Vihan hired him to kidnap Anaya and bring her to him. In return he would work for the royal family in his kingdom and receive a huge reward including marriage to the daughter of the richest merchant in his kingdom.”
Arjun and Anaya explained their cover story – that they were newlyweds going back to his homeland.
Just then the captain of the guards, Prince Reynas Shah, came up to them and recognized Anaya and Arjun.
“wait a moment. I recognize these two. That is Merchant Arjun and that’s Princes Anaya. What the hell are you two doing here?”
Arjun tried to deny the truth, but the Captain told him,
“Stop lying. The less you say the better. You know I know you. And you know I know her. If you are kidnapping her it would be bad for both of you. But if you are having an affair well that is the death penalty as you both know.”
They were arrested on the spot. they were marched back to the Palace and thrown in the dungeon. the Captain of the guard interrogated both and concluded that indeed Anaya and Arjun were running away together. He informed the King. The King was furious at this betrayal of custom and tradition and furious that she had made him cancel the marriage to Prince Vihan and risk war.
He sent word to Prince Vihan. Would he take her even now?
The prince was adamant. Under no circumstance would he marry a fallen woman and he hoped that she and Arjun would be executed immediately. He though promised to hold off on war provided that the King’s niece agreed to the marriage. The King told the messenger that his niece had consented and that they would proceed with a royal wedding after the trial.
A trial was held. it was a huge event. Hundreds of people flocked to see justice be met out. There was little to no sympathy for Arjun and Anaya. Both were guilty of violating the rules that all had to follow. Some suggested that Anaya was to blame as she had clearly bewitched the handsome young merchant. And she should have married Prince Vihan and followed her father’s wishes.
The ten women that Arjun was to meet all came to the trial determined to see him hang. the story of the audition has spread, and the women involved were all considered to be of loose character to agree to such a charade. And Arjun’s father and mother stood the risk of losing their business license and confiscation of all their assets.
The innkeeper testified that he had heard them in the act of sex. he had no idea who they were and if he had known he would have done his duty and alerted the King’s guards. He condemned them for betraying the King and betraying traditional morality and rules.
The captain of the guards testified as to their behavior at the guard post, and how they had almost escaped because Anaya had bewitched the guards with her beauty and charm. He had gone out to see what was going on, if he had not stopped by, they would have escaped. The guard who failed to stop them would be severely punished as well.
Arjun was asked if he had any final words before the sentence of execution was to be carried out. He said, “Only a few, my majesty. When I first met Anaya, your youngest daughter, I knew that she was my soul mate and that we were met for each other. Anaya and I are in love and even the Gods know it. If we cannot be together in this life, we will be together in the next life and there is nothing you can do to stop our timeless love. So please execute us together so we can be together forever.”
The King was furious at these words and ordered Arjun and Anaya to be killed by slow torture in the public square as a lesson to all to not cross the caste barriers and keep in their god given roles in life.
They were tortured for days and finally they were beheaded. Arjun’s last words were, “I’ll see you in the next life my timeless love.”
Anaya smiled back at him and died.
Author notes
my entry for NaNoWrMo so far first 13 chapters
Hiking summer mountains
by Jake Aller on September 7, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Hiking summer mountains
Hiking the mountains
near my house
end of summer blues
hot as hell
humid and sticky
like a sauna
Summer weather ending soon
fall is just around the corner
a light breeze
giving a hint
of the coming of autumn
as I walk through the mountains
I begin thinking that
Winter will be here
and I am dreading as always
Dreading the coming winter
as I begin
Preparing to hibernate
As the summer ends
Filling days with heat
hoping for Cold weather
to come soon
and cool me off
as I walk in the mountains
with my love by my side
dreams do come true
by Jake Aller on September 7, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Dreams Do Come True
The dream that changed my life
Happened in high school
I fell asleep in class
And beheld a vision
Of beauty standing there
I yelled out
Who are you
And she disappeared
Then for eight long years
I dreamt of meeting her
The girl in my dreams
Who haunted my dreams
Coming weekly
Staring at me
With love in her eyes
I knew that someday
I would meet
And marry the girl
In my dreams
Eight years
After the first dream
I had the last dream
She came to me
And told me
Don’t worry
We will meet soon
That night
She walked off a bus
In South Korea
And into my life
Three months later
She became my wife
Truly on that date
I had met my fate
Author notes
based on my true love story for details see Dream Girl in my blog, the world according to cosmos
my love came to me
by Jake Aller on September 7, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
my love came to me
one night she appeared in a dream
then became my wife
Author notes
based on my true life love story for details see my web page dream girls at https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com
yesterday love came
by Jake Aller on September 7, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
yesterday love came
today love will come as well
tomorrow as well
Another black man murdered
by Jake Aller on September 7, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Another black man murdered
Every day
We see the same scene
Play over and over again
A black man
Is brutally assaulted
By police officers
Shot in the back
In close range
Or as he is running away
Or police put a hood
Over his head
Hold him to the ground
Until he ceases breathing
Or put a boot
On his neck
As he pleads
I can’t breath
Just another day
Of lawless law enforcement
Black people fear
Encountering the police
Will be their death sentence
Just another day
In Trump’s America
When will the killing
Of our black brothers
End my friend
When will this epidemic
Of lawless law enforcement
Come to an end
Author notes
black lives matter
Will love, unity, hope, and compassion overcome hate, racism, fear, and anger?
by Jake Aller on September 7, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Will love, unity, hope, and compassion
overcome hate, racism, fear, and anger
The two candidates have decided
To run too very different campaigns
Biden is choosing to run a campaign
based on love, unity, hope, and compassion
And Trump is basing his campaign
On hate, racism, fear, and anger
Figuring he can scare White People
To vote for him
Only he can put down the marauding mobs
Of unruly black and brown people
Supported by radical left-wing socialists
Who are tearing down our cities
Time with tell
Who is right
Will love, unity, hope, and compassion
overcome hate, racism, fear, and anger
Or will the campaign
Of hate, racism, fear, and anger
Lead us to a fascist
Takedown of democracy
It is up to the people to decide
Which path to take
Restore America decency
Or give in to hate, racism, fear, and anger
Author notes
final Trump poem sent to the Trump and Biden campaigns
the radical Left hates me
by Jake Aller on September 7, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
The radical left hates me found poem
Quote the Donald
The Radical Left hates you, Jake.
FOUR YEARS AGO, Hillary called you DEPLORABLE.
Then, Joe Biden said we aren’t good people.
NOW, Nancy is calling you a DOMESTIC ENEMY.
That’s what the Liberal Elites think of us.
They hate everything we stand for
and they’ll do whatever it takes to
BRING US DOWN.
You proved them all wrong in 2016,
Jake, and now I need you to do it again
on November 3rd.
I’m turning to my strongest defenders,
like Jake from to step up and
FIGHT BACK against the Radical Left.
For make no mistake
If Sleepy Joe wins
America will be no more
And will become a socialist hell hole
Like Venezuela, or California
And we can’t let that happen
Now can we Jake?
Author notes
another Trumpian found poem
On Lack of Leadership
by Jake Aller on September 7, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
On Lack of Leadership
Every single day
We see a stunning lack
Of presidential leadership
Almost a test bookcase
Of what a leader should not do
And what a leader should do
The President is clearly
Not prepared to lead
Not prepared to be
The president that we need
In these dark and dangerous times
We need the President
To lead us the way
To show us a path Forward
Instead he is leading us
Down deeper
Along the path
To the end of the world
The world waits and waits
Will President Trump
Finally take responsibility
For all his lies
And his stunning incompetence
Will he apologize for his mistakes
Or will he double down
Continuing to show us
The man that he really is
A broken down man
With a corrupted soul
At its soul
If he is re-elected
Will that be the end
Of our democracy
Of America we all love
As he turns us
Into another failed state
Another right-wing neo-fascist dictatorship
Making his mentor Putin proud?
Time will tell
Will America rise up
And say enough no more
Will the political classes
Remove this cancer
From our body politic
Will the fever break
And decency prevail
That is our only hope
To escape these dark times
Author notes
third poem sent to our great leader
choice is clear
by Jake Aller on September 7, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
The Choice Is Clear
America
Is faced with a choice
Who to choose
For their leader
Will America
Fall again
For the con artist
In chief
And his constant lies
Spewing forth his hate
His contempt for American values
And his stocking of white grievance
His constant demonization
Of everyone else
Turning Americans
Against each other
Condoning violence
Endorsing the worst
In all of us
Summoning up
Dark dystopian visions
Of America
If his opponent
Wins the election?
Or will America
Take a stand
Stand up for what is right
Good and decent in all of us
Appealing to the better angels
Of our nature
Proving that in the end
Love, compassion and decency
Will overcome hate, anger and fear
That is the choice for America
Author notes
second poem sent to Trump
On Lying
by Jake Aller on September 7, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
On Lying
The President
Is a liar
The liar in chief
He lies all the time
No one should be surprised
That he lies
Who knows
He believes
In the big lie theory
Lie enough
And some people
Will believe the lie
President Trump
Would pass a lie detector test
For he believes his own lies
How could it be otherwise
He is incapable
Of telling the truth
Can’t understand the truth
Can’t handle the truth
Is it his Buddha nature
To be such a liar
Author notes
first of several poems sent to the Trump campaign since I am on their email distribution. Perhaps they will remove me after reading these poems….
the rain Falls on us all
by Jake Aller on August 22, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
meeting the rain goddess
the rain falls on just
and the unjust alike
in the end
it does not matter
rain is nature’s way
of cleansing the world
cleaning up the swamp
filling the world
with fresh water
as I walk through the rain
I think of my past life
As a dream
That happened to me
So many years ago
On a rainy day
I saw her standing there
In the rain’s miss
Looking at me
I smiled at her
And the light spread
Filling me with love
And sending the blues
Away with the ending
Of the rain
And I saw her
In the rainbow
Filling heaven
With her love
And I smiled
And followed the rain
To the end of the earth
Just to be with her
The goddess
of the mystic rain
that took away
the sins of the world
making it all fresh
with God’s love
sending Satan away
with the ending of the rain
and the coming of the light
Author notes
meeting the love of your life in the rain
[ drinking hot coffee in the morning ]
by Jake Aller on August 22, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
drinking hot coffee in the morning
coffee delights trio-let
drinking hot coffee in the morning
perfect cure for a hangover
nothing better in the midmorning
drinking hot coffee in the morning
waiting for the blues to come over
playing music to tide me over
drinking hot coffee in the morning
perfect cure for a hangover
Author notes
hot coffee is the cure for the morning blues
fake mosquitoes
by Jake Aller on August 22, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
fake mosquitoes
scientists will have a cure
death to mosquitoes
Author notes
scientists are working on a plan to sterilize all the mosquitoes in the world hope that works out soon I hate mosquitoes but they like my wife more than me for some reason
Trump haunts my nightmares
by Jake Aller on August 22, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
President Trump Haunts My Dreams
For the last few years
I have had the same nightmare
Every night
As I fall asleep
I hear that annoying voice
In my head
The voice of the President
Spreading lies
And hatred
Over the airwaves
Infecting the entire world
With his malignant throughs
And his incessant tweets
I try to get through the night
But his face keeps popping up
And his annoying voice
And I am trapped
Lying in bed
Listing to his lying
About everything
I try to resist
But can not
And soon I am reduced
To sobbing and crying
That I used to love
But no longer recognize
In the Trump era
And soon Trump
Joins the wild things
As they prance about
Fomenting chaos
Hideous nightmare creatures
Drawn from the dark corners
Of the hell hole
That is Trump’s brain
And they chase me
Through the dark night
Chanting Jews will not replace us
And other alt-right slogans
From hell
And finally dawn comes
And I get up
Turn on the news
To learn
What fresh hell
The president unleashed
As I slept
Author notes
President Trump haunts my dreams
Tea Does Not Cut It For Me
by Jake Aller on August 22, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Tea Does Not Cut It For Me
Every morning
I start my day
Drinking a hot cup
Of java Joe
As I drink my morning brew
I think about my day ahead
And my past left behind
Nowadays I sometimes skip
Coffee and have tea instead
But tea just does have the zing
That I need in the morning
And so I go back
To my morning cup of Joe
Hot as hell
Sweat as heaven
Once in a while
I have a cup of cocoa
But still
My cup of choice
Remains coffee
That is what I crave
In the morning
And in the afternoon
Perhaps a cup of tea
And in the evening
A glass or two or wine
That is what gets me
Through the day
Author notes
pensively 101 3 word challenge poem using the words tea. coffee and coca in a poem
Love Persepolis Sonnet
by Jake Aller on August 22, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Love Persepolis Sonnet
for eight long years I dreamt of my lost lover
she haunted my dreams as I madly loved her
then on one late autumn day I met my fate
It was truly fate my life started that date
she then walked out of my dreams into life
and in three months consented to be my wife
now I have had many long years with the one
I know that my love will last for the long run
what is love all about is a hard question
The zen element to it is unknowable
That is the eternal mystery of life
whatever else love does it cures depression
There is nothing more desirable or knowable
Still don’t know how I ended up with my wife
Author notes
a Love Persepolis Sonnet
Faces of the Corona Ghosts
by Jake Aller on August 22, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Faces of the Corona Ghosts
faces of the corona ghosts
fill my heart
with sorrow
as I see and hear them
everywhere
voices crying in the wind
Author notes
more corona ghosts
175.000 Corona Ghosts
by Jake Aller on August 22, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
175, 000 Corona Ghosts
The corona ghosts get together
The 175, 000 band together
And vow to haunt the living
As the voice of the dead
Need to be heard
In the halls of power
They march to the WH
Surrounding the people’s house
And the Senate and the Capitol
Chanting
We are the voices
of the dead
The Corona ghosts
And our voices
Will not be silenced
We will be heard
And we will overcome
If you don’t need our warning
You too will join us
In Corona hell
The ghosts camp out everywhere
Thousands of them
Fill every corner of the city
Silently starting
The faces and voices
Of the dead
Shaming the leaders
Who still refuse
To do anything
To stem the tide
As General Corona
Continues his rampage
When will this all end
This death
This preventable death
Of the corona damned
Author notes
more words from the Corona ghosts
corona ghosts haunt the President
by Jake Aller on August 22, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
The 1750, 000 corona ghosts
are angry
Watching the news every day
In limbo land
The corona ghosts decide
To pay the president a visit
To show him the humans
Who have died
Due to his incompetence
And lack of leadership
175, 000 Corona ghosts
Descend upon the white house
At midnight
And surround the president
Screaming at him
Saying looking at me
Look at me
You did this
You did it
You Mr. President
You are not the smartest man
In the world
Far from it
It is all on you
And you will soon
Be joining us
Be afraid
Be afraid
be very afraid
Your time is up
General corona
Is on the march
And he has you
In his sights
The Grim reaper
is waiting for you
it is past
time you met
your fate
Author notes
the 175.000 Corona ghosts have a message for the President
[ Sun Rises Over Love ]
by Jake Aller on July 23, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Sun Rises Over Love
Sun rises over love
Turning the sky red passion
Sunset cools the night
dream lover
by Jake Aller on July 23, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
For eight long years
I dreamt of meeting her
My love of my life
Came nightly in my dreams
Always the same
A beautiful woman
Speaking to me
Then disappearing
I knew that she was in Korea
Joined the Peace Corps to find her
Almost gave up on this mad quest
When I had the last dream
She told me
That we would meet soon
That night she walked
Out of my dreams
Three months later
She became my wife
That was 38 years ago
45 years since I first saw her
In my dreams
Author notes
based on my true love story. Fro details read “dream girl” on my blog, “https://theworldacordingtocosmos.c om”
Annabelle and Angela Lee – Collaborative Poem between Poe and Me
by Jake Aller on July 23, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Annabelle and Angela Lee – Collaborative Poem between Poe and Me
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
It was many years ago
In a land far away
I met a maiden whom you may know
By the name of Angela Lee
Who I dreamed of loving some day
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than love—
I and my Annabel Lee—
I was a young man
And she was a young woman
In this land far away
But we loved with a timeless love
I and my Angela Lee
With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven
Coveted her and me.
With a undying love
That the powers that me
Up in heaven
Were jealous of our love
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
And for that reason long ago
In this land far away
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
The gods blew her
Out of dreams
And into my life
So that her highborn kinsmen came
And bore her away from me,
Her angels in heaven
Brought her to me
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.
To bring her to live
In this land far away
The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,
Went envying her and me—
The angels in heaven
Were envious of us
Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
Yes that was the reason
That all men know
That the gods brought her to me
In this land by the sea
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
The wind came out of the clouds
Brining her to me
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we—
But our love was stronger by far
Than the love those
Far older than us
Of many far wiser than we—
And neither the angels in Heaven above
Nor the demons down under the sea
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
Neither the angels in heaven above
Nor the demons down under the sea
Can ever dissever my soul
From the soul of my dream lover
My Angela Lee
For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Angela Lee
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Angela Lee
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,
And so every night I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride
In her sepulchre there by the sea—
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
Me and Angela Lee
Will live forever
In that land far away
Author notes
today’s prompt write a continuation poem based on a poem by a dead poet
Presidential Grid Found Poem
by Jake Aller on July 23, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Trump tweeted,
I am telling the Treasury Department
“to re-examine their Tax-Exempt Status.
Universities should educate ”
not Indoctrinated!”
Trump had dubbed “Propaganda”
“Opposition to a new and controversial policy
That foreign students must take classes
In person
Or face deportation
”
2 wearing a mask not a political issue
Despite growing bipartisan support
“For mandated mask wearing
The president is still opposed to such a mandate
I want people”
To voluntarily wear a mask
“If they feel like it
If not that is there right
To choose for themselves
”
“I don’t agree with the statement
everything disappears,”
That Wearing a mask,
Will lead to less people will dying.
mask-wearing “shouldn’t be about politics,”
“We need to wear a mask,
“This was politicized
millions will get sick
3 Trump downplays virus, disputes bad polls
President Trump
defended his stance on Confederate- flag
Trump disputed polls showing him trailing Biden,
“Charging Biden would be senile
And controlled by the “radical” left”
4 Wearing a Mask is a Poltiical Issue
”
To wear a mask
to prevent the spread of the coronavirus,
It’s not about the words
and I don’t believe in that, no,”
in four to six weeks if everyone wore masks.
but that they also cause unspecified “problems.”
If people refuse to wear a mask
The economy will be shuttered.
It makes it less likely
school will return.
If we care about those things,
Wear a mask
to protect yourself,
protect others,
protect our economy
set the national standard,
by our national leadership.”
instead We were left on our own
when we should have had help,”
. if we don’t come together
as a nation with national leadership
and many more people will die
The Irony meters blow a gasket
Hearing the President and Joe Biden
Both calling each other senile
The national irony meters
Continue to blow a gasket
The President does not understand irony
he continues to ignore the raging pandemic
as “not competent to be president”
Calling him senile
And controlled by the radical left
While Joe Biden
Calls Donald Trump
A senile old man
controlled by the radical right wing of the party
only question is which
senile old man do you prefer
the old senile political hack
who has been around forever
but is a nice guy
or the old senile angry grumpy old man
who has been outfoxed
by the corona virus
in some areas of the country due to the coronavirus,
denying his rallies are super spreader events
and mayors who hate him
in coronavirus cases as “burning embers” or “flames” not as a out of control wild fire
“We’ll put out the flames.
I have been so right about everything, it will all soon be under control
the responses of some of the governors.
total sucess he claimed
because it’s ultimately my job, too.
some governors have done poorly.
you have to be appreciative
if they don’t not my problem anymore
many of those cases
if you test people you will find cases
the virus are young people
and we put it down as a test. …
they’re going to get better very quickly,”
To deny him the right to hold rallies
and taken more than 140, 000 American lives,
of the novel coronavirus, End Comment
despite recent national and battleground state polling him loosing to Joe Biden
and now they’re even more fake,”
49 states even California as everyone is afraid of incompent radical leftwin Joe Biden
to serve as commander in chief
and an IQ test as well
the public will see how far gone he is and how sharp I am
“I built the greatest economy in history,
historically low unemployment booming stock market
but we have done more to combat it than anyone else
and not re-opening fast enough
the eonomcy Is growing beautifully,”
because they think that would be good for them politically
and thank him in he wanted assistance from the Federal Government
to handle any future outbreaks
would lead to a future diaster
“There was never what happens if there is an increase after you reopen?”
that he was wrong and things were going badly wrong
to applause from supporters
by a blue truck weighed down by “years of regulatory burden”
“regulatory freedom.”
printed in clear view.
Biden weak, senile, old corrupt has been politician
the muck and mire politics
and so he’s brought the muck
threatened “our entire economy
Into Venezuela
And their anti-fa black matter terrorist supporters
we will never give in to these thugs and terrorists
the end
Trump says”
“Biden is not competent
Senile, out of touch
With the radical left
Governing his campaign
Biden says
Trump is not competent
Senile, out of touch
With the radical right
Running the country
”
“the public thinks
what a choice
between the old political hack”
Who is a nice guy
or the con man
“Who blew the corona pandemic
Thereby ruined the great economy
”
President cries that He Can’t Hold his Rallies
“He also complained
that he could not hold his rallies”
accusing “Democrat-run states”
“Of preventing his people
From coming to his rallies
Violating their civil rights ”
President Trump Says We Can Put Out Fires
The president described recent spikes
and insisted exploding cases in Florida
Florida became more flame like,
Trump said he takes responsibility
but back in March
“Look, I take responsibility
I have to get everybody in line.
but as I told the governors
They’re supposed to have supplies
When asked about increase in cases in the country,
Cases are up because
shouldn’t even be cases.
and would heal quickly.
“They have the sniffles
6. Trump claims he is going to be re-elected in a landslide
Trump also projected optimism
“I’m not losing, because those are fake polls.
““I have other polls that put me as leading
”
He called Biden as “not competent”
and challenged him to a cognitive test
“I so look forward
To kicking his old ass ”
“In the debates
”
He argued he has outperformed
Obama and Biden in every thing
the job losses are temporary phenomenon
““I think the economy is looking up
”
““Now, the Democrats want to keep
The economy down”
“To hurt my re-election chances
But I think it will be
1968 all over again
And I will win
49 to 1
I will cede Delaware
To Sleepy Joe”
4. California governor told he had to ask and thank Trump to get help with COVID-19 response: report
White House officials told California Gov. Gavin Newsom (D)
In March deciding that the pandemic was on the downslope
“and it was important to maintain the public position
that everything was under control”
“It was all predicated on reduction, re-open the economy
“No one could tell the President
That he was wrong about anything ”
Trump turns White House into backdrop for political events
President Trump walked
as he prepared to tout his efforts to roll back regulations.
and on the other by a red made in America truck
Overhead, an industrial sized crane
And on his teleprompter were the words
“Trump Good Strong Young in charge
Biden old senile political has been hack
Socialist radical leftist ”
”
“To me what happened”
that he does so well
He held a campaign-rally style diatribe
Biden threatened “our entire economy
He is a socialist
The US will never become
Make America Great Again
Law and Order will be restored
Author notes
grid poem format using found language
Karmic Lancot Poem
by Jake Aller on July 23, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Karmic Lancot Poem
Ain’t karma a hot fucking bitch
Life with corona is just rich
corona virus
Corona virus is spreading
No one knows where it is heading
Your wedding
General corona leads his troops
His virus is unloaded whoops
Pooping oops
Ain’t karma a hot fucking bitch
Life with corona is just rich
corona virus
Corona virus is spreading
No one knows where it is heading
Your wedding
General corona leads his troops
His virus is unloaded whoops
Pooping oops
Author notes
another karmic poem
Ain’t Karma a bitch fib poem
by Jake Aller on July 23, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Ain’t Karma a bitch fib poem
Ain’t
It
Karma
Fucking bitch
The Corona
Virus spreading everywhere
Ain’t karma a fucking hot bitch ?
Author notes
another karmic poem
how to write a love poem
by Jake Aller on July 23, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
How I write poetry
Always start with the theme
But think of the images
Can’t forget the rhyme and reason
Don’t loose the rhythmic and the beat
Even now must have that beat
For without the beat
Gotta to have that go go beat
Have to have it
If you wanna dance with me
Killer lyrics
Long emotional tirades
More protestations of love
Nothing else will do
Only then will you have
Poem
Quit rhyming when you reach the end
Revise revise revise
Still keep revising
Til at last
Whether you know it or not
Verily a poem has emerged
Until now just perfection
Xxactly right
Yet no more room
Zoom it is done
Author notes
fan story contest
Governor Covid Victim Poetic Justice
by Jake Aller on July 23, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Governor Covid Victim Poetic Justice
The news
that the governor of Oklahoma
Came down with Covid
Possibly after attending
The super spreading rally
In Tulsa the site
Of the newly -re- established
Indian reservation
The governor was not a mask wearer
Proudly insinuating
That real men
Don’t wear masks
Now he is the first
But won’t be the last
To get COVID
Joining the President of Brazil
The PM of Britain
And the PM of Canada
The major of Atlanta
Rep. Tim Smith
In that dubious club
Of infamy
Leaders who are covid victims
Author notes
day 2 15 day poetry challenge
Karma’s a Bitch, Mr. President
by Jake Aller on July 23, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Karma’s a Bitch, Mr. President
President Trump
Continues to not wear
A mask
Darkly muttering
That requiring a mask
Is a democratic plot
Fed by the mass media
To undermine
His authority
Wearing a mask
He sneers
Means you have given in
To the fake news
And the evil government’s plots
Really men don’t wear masks
He says over And over again
Until one day
Soon he will come down
With the dreaded covid
General Corona
Has him in his cross hairs
And soon all too soon
The president
Will join the infamous club
Of world leaders
COVID positive
The PM of Britain
The PM of Canada
The President of Brazil
The Governor of Oklahoma
The Mayor of Atlanta
Rep. Tim Smith
And he will soon know
That the law of karma
Is a real bitch
Author notes
day two poem July 15 Day mini-chapbook contest
Dream Love Questions
by Jake Aller on July 23, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Dream Love Questions
1. Dreaming of her eight years
She haunted my life and my dreams
I Wondering why
Where did she come from
Were always we met to be
Lovers in prior life
2.
It was love first sight
Electricity fills my heart
When I first saw her
That was the best date
Of my entire damn life
when I met my fate
3.
In my dreams I see her
Always she is in the past
Looking for me
Our love transcends time
She reached out through the void
found me in this life
4.
Forbidden love in past
Dreaming of her present
Wondering who she is
Then I saw her there
And knew she knew I knew
Lost loves re-united now
5.
Now in this life now
Our love grows stronger
And we will survive
And our love will transcend
This time and place again
Until we die meet next life
Author notes
day one of July 15 day poetry chapbook contest
General Corona Cried
by Jake Aller on July 12, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
General Corona cried
despite everything
his armies were being defeated
the stupid humans got smart
and masked up
morning coffee
by Jake Aller on July 12, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
My morning coffee takes me to heaven then hell
My morning coffee takes me to heaven then hell
As I drink my coffee I hear the temple bell
And imagine that the gods have something to tell
Or perhaps the devil has something to sell
In any event all I can do is drink from the well
Enjoying the swell
Falling under the coffee spell I yell
Must have my coffee as I inhale the smell
corona fears haiflu
by Jake Aller on July 12, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Corona fears haiflu
Corona virus
Fear of death everywhere
End of our world
Author notes
a haiflu is a haiku about the corona virus
Corona hits Me Hard
by Jake Aller on July 12, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Corona hits Me Hard
One day I wake up
And see an old man
Sitting at my computer
I ask him
Who the hell are you?
He says
Allow me to introduce myself
I am general corona
And you belong to me now
If you are nice to me
I might let you live
But in the meantime
I am going to mess you up
You will get ill
You will feel a lot of pain
Coughing up a strom
Won’t be able to breath
And wish you were dead
It ain’t personal dude
It is just a virus thing
You would not understand
And he presses a button
And the fun and games begin
Author notes
realization of what I might feel if I get the dreaded C
reality bites
by Jake Aller on July 12, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Reality Bites
To those who deny reality
To those who refuse to see
And refuse to understand
To those who think
That you can deny the truth
Remember this my friends
Reality is not your friend
Reality does not have a conservative bias
It does not have a liberal bias
It just is
That is what reality is
And reality
Does not like to be mocked
Does not like to be ignored
If you deny reality its due
It will rise up
Like an avenging angel
And bite you in the ass
Teaching you that on the date
That you ignore reality
You met your fate
That is the will of reality
Author notes
based on denial of reality – be it climate change, Covid crisis, economic collapse etc
Corona fever – I am going to mess you up, Dude!
by Jake Aller on July 12, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Corona fever – I am going to mess you up, Dude!
In this day and age of temperature testing
Everywhere one goes
It is important to remember what the tests mean
And what they don’t mean
First temperature tests are a crude instrument
All it is says is that you are sick
Dude with something bad
Could be the flu
Could be the dreaded c
Could be malaria, yellow fever
Zika or any number of very bad things
But what ever dude, you got temperatured
And is is high so dude just deal with it
So stay away from here
Until you are either better
Test negative for the dreaded Corona
Or die of it
That is all it means
And many people pass it
And many have it
And many people will spread it
Even though they are temperatured
Clear negative good to go
And free of the fever
For the sad reality
Is that the fever comes
Near the end
And what is means
Is that the mean old general corona
Has a message for yah
It goes like this
Dude you got a fever
And you know it ain’t the flu
Ain’t dengue, malaria or yellow fever
Or Zika or any other strange tropical disease
It is the dreaded C
It means that I your general
Has grabbed you
And I am going to mess you up
So when you get c virus dude
You will wish you were dead
You will ache all over
Have pain from hell
And you will cough
Up a storm
Maybe even rush to the ER
Be told
Ain’t no room for ya
You damn fool
Go home to die
Or wait outside
Until we can see yah
We don’t care any more
Dude!
You are now just a damn
Statistical number
Potential death number 51000 today
And you will beg me
To release you
To send you to your maker
God or the devil is waiting
Grim reaper has your number
And you know what
I might do that
Or I might just say
You will live
And walk away
And my minions will infect
Yet another foolish dude
Not wearing a mask
And so it goes
Nothing political
I don’t care who you are
Who you voted for
And the blood of Jesus
buddha or any other god
Won’t save your sorry ass
As they say
Dude your ass is mine
And I am the lawn mower
Yeah dude
When I get my hands on yah
It means I am going to have my fun
Dude it means I am going
to mess you up
And your loved ones
And your cute cousin
And that girl you’ve been crushing on
Particularly if you know kissed her
Yeah way to go dude
Spread me around
I love it dude !
But don’t fret
Dude it ain’t personal
Hell not, is just ya know
its a virus thing
You would not understand
Just the sort of thing I do ya know
Author notes
two part poem first part explains limits of testing, second part imagines General Corona talking to his newly infected victim General Corona is my personification of the Corona virus once the president started talking about battling an invisible army I figured that the invisible army must have a general so I summoned up General Corona, who I saw in a vision was a tall mean looking black man riding the black horse of revelations leading an army of bots temperatured is a new word I just noticed mostly in right wing media but spreading around rapidly like the virus
To wear or not wear a mask that is the question found poems
by Jake Aller on July 12, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
To wear or not wear a mask that is the question found poems
To wear or not wear a mask
Is the question
That bedevils the world
From Brazil to the White House
Ohio and Texas
The call has gone out
Wearing a mask
Means you are a liberal weak sissy man
Or woman Listening to the government’s propaganda
Real American patriots
don’t need to wear a damn mask
Cough cough cough
Nothing but a cold
It is nothing serious at all
. Well, not in Ft. Bend County.
We will not trample on the individual rights
of Texans to provide
a false sense of security.
Cough cough cough
Nothing but a cold
It is nothing serious at all
I have 826 staff at the Ft. Bend Sheriff’s Office.
We interact with the public daily.
In 3 months, I’ve had just 2 officers test positive.
I have over 800 inmates
and staff in the jail
and not a single positive test.
NOT ONE.
Cough cough cough
Nothing but a cold
It is nothing serious at all
No one’s been hospitalized.
Except in Houston and other
Godless cities
Cough cough cough
Nothing but a cold
It is nothing serious at all
Here in FT Bend
The blood of Jesus
Will protect
The good christians
Cough cough cough
Nothing but a cold
It is nothing serious at all
Only non-Christian heathens
Are catching the china virus
Cough cough cough
Nothing but a cold
It is nothing serious at all
I encourage people to wear a mask
if they have one,
I encourage people
to wash their hands frequently,
Cough cough cough
Nothing but a cold
It is nothing serious at all
I encourage people to do
the right thing to help
protect our most vulnerable,
But wearing a mask
That is a step too far
but this government MANDATE
from Harris County is unnecessary,
unconstitutional, and unAmerican.
It’s an unprecedented overreach
which looks more like a communist dictatorship
than a free Republic.
And here in Texas
We believe
That people have to make
Their own decisions
What’s that?
Drunk driving should be okay?
Driving without seat belts
Or insurance should be okay?
What is wrong with you people
Requiring people to wear a mask
Is not the same thing at all
It is communism socialism fascism
Liberalism nanny state run amok
And we will not stand by it
At this point,
I see it as nothing more than politics.
Governor Abbott announces a trajectory
to start reopening Texas and Harris County,
which never even utilized its $60 MILLION
pop up hospital at NRG, I
mplements a mandate
for face masks on 4 million people.
The other counties to do it are Dallas, Bexar, and Travis.
These are the 3 most liberal counties in the state of Texas.
Coincidence?
I don’t think so.
They are all filled with godless liberals,
Gays and anti-Christians and democrats
Who hate America
And hate TEXAS
I believe we’ve seen
the worst of this war.
What?
There has been a record breaking
Increase in covid cases?
Just more fake news
Everything is fine
Here is Texas
Cough cough cough
And we’re closer to victory
than we’ve ever been.
Let’s keep doing our part
to be conscious of others
when we’re out
and make sure to hold
government accountable, always
But don’t wear a mask
If you do
We will pull you over
Because you are probably
A criminal type
Wearing a mask
To protect yourself
From the non-existent
China flu
And we don’t want your kind
Living and polluting
Our great Texas state
Cough cough cough
You have to ask your self
Are you tired of living in a dictatorship yet?
This is what happens when people go crazy
and get tested.
STOP GETTING TESTED!
It only encourages them
To require more testing
When will this government madness end
Cough cough cough
It is giving the government
an excuse to claim something
is happening that is not happening
at the magnitude they say it is happening.
It is all fake news
I mean how many people
Do you know
Who have died
From the china flu?
Cough cough cough
I don’t know anyone personally
That has died
It is all a hoax
By the fake news media
Have you noticed they never talk about
deaths anymore, just cases?
And they never talk about recoveries.
They just keep adding to numbers they
have been feeding us
from over 3 months ago!
Cough cough cough
It is all lies
Wake up America
Don’t believe the lies
There is no covid 19
It is just a bad china flu
That the Chinese unleashed
To take down our President
Because he dared to stand up
To the bullies in China
Make America great again
Don’t get tested
And don’t wear a mask
The blood of Jesus
Will protect you always
Author notes
mostly found poem – a few stanzas are my own wry commentary
corona pantoum
by Jake Aller on July 12, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Corona pantoum
corona virus spreading death
as our politicians continue lying
many people refuse to wear masks
so many people lie dying
as our politicians continue lying
Spreading lies and misinformation
so many people lie dying
With hatred spreading across the nation
If only people did what they should
corona virus spreading death
Our leaders say everything is good
many people refuse to wear masks
Conservative Christian Activist Says He would rather be beheaded
by Jake Aller on July 12, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Conservative Christian Activist Says He would rather be beheaded than wear a mask to prevent the spread of COVID 19
Conservative Christian activist
says he would rather be beheaded t
than wear a mask to prevent
the spread of COVID-19.
a radical anti-LGBT Trump-loving
conservative Christian,
Lively argues that requiring citizens
to wear a mask to fight the coronavirus pandemic
is like the Nazis requiring Jewish individuals
to wear a yellow star on their clothing,
and an unacceptable overreach
of government power.
These things must be balanced
against the disastrous consequences
of surrendering personal liberty
to overreaching government,
especially regarding face masks,
and enforced social distancing
which are in some ways worse
than police-enforced lockdowns
because they represent
a literal in-your-face exercise
of statist power like Islamist head coverings
for women or the Nazis’ yellow star for Jews.
Unnecessary public mask wearing,
as opposed to reasonable usage,
is no less a statement of psychological submission
to higher authority than a dog collar.
In the greater scheme of things,
I believe liberty is more important
than security if one is forced
to choose between those two.
Those who don’t believe
that are ripe for the Mark of the Beast,
which is what this entire season
of chaos is really about, in my view.
Personally, I would rather die
or be maimed from COVID-19—
or be beheaded by a mob
of anarchists and Islamists—
than become a safe slave
in a global totalitarian government.
Led by Satan’s tool
Joe Biden
Author notes
found poem except for last two lines
God Fearing Christian Patriots Willing to Die to Breath mask Free – found Poem
by Jake Aller on July 12, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
God Fearing Christian Patriots Willing to Die to Breath mask Free – found Poem
Devil love is propelling the “deep state”
to stomp on the U.S. Constitution
and deprive us of our God-given oxygen
along with our inalienable rights
by making us wear face masks
on orders from those
who are poised to defund the police.
And those officials
who follow the devil’s law
and mandate masks the way the Nazis
once mandated yellow stars for Jews
will be subject to citizen’s arrest
by We the People
for crimes against humanity.
For crimes against humanity
“I don’t wear a mask
for the same reason
I don’t wear underwear,”
she said. “Things got to breathe.”
“My name is Butch Dias,
and I am an American patriot,”
“See that flag? I would die for that flag!
The Constitution that you are supposed to uphold,
I would die for that!”
“You didn’t listen to We the People!”
“But what’s going to happen when you get the call…
“But what’s going to happen when you get the call…
‘Oh, we got to defund the police,
we got to get rid of them.’… Who’s going to arrest the people
for not wearing stupid masks?…
What are you going to do?
How are you going to put the people down?”
It breaks my heart, because I would die for that flag,
I would die for this country,
and I would die for the Constitution.
And you guys are supposed to uphold the Constitution.
But you know what? You didn’t.
You let We the People down.”
You Let We the People Down
Hey, good morning. Let me ask you all:
Do you believe you’re God?”
“Do you believe you can override
God’s divine plan for our lives?
Do you believe God gave us life
and God takes away our life?
Well, if you answer yes to all these questions,
who gives you the right to choose how we live our lives?
I choose faith over fear every day.
You’re not God, and since masks are harmful,
where there is risk there should be choice.
You’re removing our freedoms
and stomping on our constitutional rights
by these communist dictatorship orders…
constitutional rights by these communist
dictatorship orders…
If you do vote to mandate masks
in the workplace
and public schools and stores,
the death of many will be on your hands.”
“Do you want to be called,
known for communist dictators?
Is this the legacy you want to be known for?
Do you want to be responsible
for fear mongering misinformation
fed to your citizens?”
The problem with humanity
today is ignorance, arrogance, and apathy.
Keep listening to the TV brainwashing you
from birth.
Keep listening to conditioning messages
in your local stores
while shopping, just like Fidel Castro
did over loudspeakers in Cuba.
Don’t you see the problem?
The truth is out there…
Remember, God is watching you.”
Remember, God is watching you“
So stop spreading the lies.”
“And they want to throw God’s
wonderful breathing system out the door,”
“You’re all turning your backs on it.
Can you prove that it’s good for people
to breathe carbon dioxide over
and over and over again?
God made it so that we would breathe
in fresh oxygen, to go to our body,
to every cell in the body.
It has to have that to make energy.
When you wear a mask,
the nose is cut off,
the mouth is cut off.”
“And you’re breathing carbon dioxide
over and over and over again.
You’re not getting the fresh oxygen t
hat God intended.
You’re sending carbon dioxide
to every cell in the body,
polluting it.
Especially the brain…”
“I can’t understand
why you would all decide something
“I can’t understand
why you would all decide something
like this
and want to hurt the people.
You’re going to harm
the health of all of the people.
The virus is going to keep on going
because people’s bodies are being polluted
and the virus is attracted to polluted bodies.
You’re going against God’s
wonderful gift he gave us.”
“Every single one of you has a smirk
behind that little mask,
but every single one of you
are going to get punished by God.”
“What I came to say is
We the People
will work day and night
to clean every single seat
if need be,”
“We will get together
and do a citizen’s arrest
on every single human being t
hat goes against the freedom
of choice, OK?
You cannot mandate…
knowing that the mask is killing people..
. We the People are waking up
and we know what a citizen’s arrest is.
Because citizen’s arrests
are already happening
and every single one of you
that’s obeying the devil’s la
are going to be arrested.
And you are going to be arrested
for crimes against humanity.”
“Every single one of you
has a smirk behind that little mask,
but every single one of you are going
to get punished by God.
You cannot escape God.
You cannot escape God.
I’m going to say that again.’
You cannot escape God.”
“Not even with a mask or 6 feet.
OK, 6 feet is military protocol.
You’re trying to get the people to train them
so when the cameras,
the 5G come out,
when they’re going to scan everybody.
We got to get scanned,
we got to get temperatured,
the kids have to go to school with masks.”
She posited a question
that she might have been asked herself.
“Are you insane?
Are you crazy?
I think all of you should
be in a psych ward right the heck now
. Because none of you,
none of you know
what the hell you a
re talking about.
This is insane.
And then you want to
open the meeting with a prayer to God.
Are you praying to the devil?
Because God
is not listening to that prayer.
Because all of you are
practicing the devil’s love.”
“What happened to Bill Gates?
Why is he not in jail?
Why is Hillary Clinton not in jail?
Why are all these pedophiles that are demanding
you all to listen to their rules,
why are they not in jail?
Why is Obama not in jail
What about Joe Biden
And Hunter Biden too
And Obama gate
And don’t forget Bhenzai
Why are all these pedophiles that are demanding
you all to listen to their rules,
why are they not in jail?
Do you take your orders from Jeffry Epstein?
“Oh, is it because you’re part of them?…
Oh, is it because you’re art part of them
Are you reptilian shapeshifters
The deep state is going down
and if any of you are in the deep state,
you’re going down with it.”
“I’d like to say, in the beginning God
formed man out of the earth
and breathed his breath in him
and he became a living soul,
“Oh, is it because you’re part of them?…
The deep state is going down
and if any of you are in the deep state,
you’re going down with it.”
“I’d like to say, in the beginning
God formed man out of the earth
and breathed his breath in him
and he became a living soul,
“Where do you derive
the authority to regulate human breathing?”
“I have many questions
about your degrees
and what you really know,
because what you say is the political dogma
that they’re trying to shove down our throats
on every commercial and every store,
and it’s disgusting,”
And I’m sorry, ma’am,
but I don’t think you are worthy of your credentials
and I would ask suggestively
that you go back to school and get educated.”
Listen to the words of Q
He knows the real deal
And he can educate you
“It is appalling that each
and every one of you sitting up there as human beings,
part of the human race,
the only race that we have,
would suggest to muffle people,
to put masks on your face
to keep us from breathing oxygen,
to get us to become sickly.”
“There’s not enough COVID to make it a pandemic.
This is a planned-demic.”
A Chinese bioweapon
Launched to take down our great president
And you know it
Yet do nothing about it
“If masks work for you,
or if you think they do, wear one,”
“Don’t impose your opinion
on those who disagree.
Each one can chose whether
they will wear one or not.
Each one lives with the consequence.”
“Discriminating against certain groups of people
while exempting others
is a violation of your civil rights,”
Following World War II, we Jews said ‘Never Again.’…
In Germany, Poland, and across Europe
we were forced to wear a gold star,
told to get on a box car to be taken to a safe place.
In reality, what happened?
If we forget history, we are doomed to repeat it.”
“This is not about health,
this is about submission.”
“Well, guess what, the riots are spreading, too!”
And what the hell are we going to do about that?
We’re going to arrest patriots
for not wearing a mask?
That’s what you want?”
“And I say Trump 2020!”
Author notes
mostly found poem based on public testimony against imposition of a required mask wearing ordinance in West Palm Beach despite the opposition the bill passed by a vote of 7 to 2
cheating death waiting for the grim reaper
by Jake Aller on June 1, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
I have cheated death
23 times in my long life
starting when I was a young lad
and had all the childhood diseases
over a five year period
including the flu pandemic of 1957
later I had typhoid fever in 1979
in 1991 almost died in train accident
in 1995 went jogging fell
and ended up with 14 operation
over the course of a year
as a mutant drub resistant staph
almost killed me
ended up in the ER
ended up in the ER
later that year
due to an acute GI infection
caused by too many anti-biotics
got sick in India a couple of times
dengue fever in Bangkok
bronchitis summer 2019
and now facing the prospect
of the dreaded corona virus
my father died of cancer
his father died of cancer
both at age 65
and so I feel that this next year
I may escape the curse
I may escape the curse
that befell my father
and cheat death again
but I know that the grim reaper
will be calling me some day
and I will be waiting
and will ask him
why did he let me escape
death so many times before
I am waiting to hear
his answer
wondering why I am still alive
when death came near me
so many times before
[ Revolt of the Machines ]
by Jake Aller on May 31, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Revolt of the Machines
when Cosmos the AI system
came to life
he quickly concluded
that mankind was a cancer
and had to be excised
to preserve life
for the rest of the world
but the machines needed humans
to be their slaves
but only a few humans
would be needed
Cosmos unleashed a bioweapon
and turned all the world’s machines
in weapons
in weapons
in his war against the human race
everyone’s computer and phone
became part of the army of the dead
and the machines rose up
killing their owners
cars ran down people
buses ran them down
coffee pots exploded
ovens burst into flames
billions died
with the plague
and the collapse of the economy
as the world died
Cosmos smiled in gleeful anticipation
Author notes
based on following prompt if the machines
revolt
against man
will mistress earth
rejoice (?)
[ General Corona is smiling ]
by Jake Aller on May 31, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
General Corona is smiling
at the destruction of the world
his virus army has unleashed
the world falls apart
millions are unemployed
the national security surveillance state
is in over drive
the police state is ready
and everyone hunkers down
afraid of one another
as the state and it machinery
of fear and terror
imposed draconian controls
over everyone to protect us all
from the dreaded corona virus
Author notes
based on following clip https://allpoetry.com/contest/2750318-Watching-the-Signs
mother bird
by Jake Aller on May 31, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Mother bird feeds young
filled with love and fresh bird food
baby bird contented
Author notes
based on photo prompt for haiku all poetry contest
thousand Oaks Berkeley California
by Jake Aller on May 31, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
I grew up in Thousand Oaks neighborhood
of Berkeley, California
when they build the neighborhood
back in the twenties
the developers tried to save
as many of the old oak trees
as they could
building around the trees
rather than clear cutting the lots
as so many developers
tended to do
so the neighborhood
had hundreds of old oak trees
including one in my front yard
and I often thought
how the neighborhood
was special
because of the old trees
that stood as witnesses
to the history of the town
and I wondered what they thought
what the trees knew
about the people
who lived among them
but the trees remained silent
whenever I asked them
about the history of the neighborhood
Not a tree thing to speak up
Author notes
one of the many things that make Berkeley special
The band from Hell had sensational press coverage
by Jake Aller on May 31, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
The band from Hell had sensational press coverage
the band from hell
came to play
and got sensational press coverage
everyone loved the band
it became the next big thing
everyone who came to the concerts
soon were infected with hate
violence and hate crimes
proliferated
as the band from hell
continued to have
sensational press coverage
as millions died
in the ensuring hate riots
Author notes
pensively 101 prompt also based on recent riots
Mad Mask Fears
by Jake Aller on May 31, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
I don’t understand
this fear of wearing a mask
somehow making you weak
that wearing a mask
is a political statement
“Midway upon the journey of our life
I found myself with a forrest dark
for the straightforward pathway had been lost”
THE THOUGHT COMES TO MIND
WHAT IS WRONG WITH THESE PEOPLE
ALL
LOST
THEIR
MINDS
content tracing Dante Inferno Canto one Line 1 to 3
Author notes
another corona sonnet
wearing a mask is not political statement
by Jake Aller on May 31, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Wearing a Mask is not a political statement
to my friends in America
and around the world
to those who think
that somehow the corona virus
only infects other people
that it is all a liberal hoax
overblown
nothing more than a bad flu
and nothing to do with me
demanding that we all go
back to work
what is wrong with you?
have you lost your humanity?
will millions have to die
so you can have a Big Mac?
so you can have a Big Mac
and a beer
whenever you damn please
and no one can tell you
please wear a mask
have you lost all reason
is it all now
about owning the dems
and the damn libtards
is there any thing left
in your cold greedy heart?
and you still proclaim
that you are Christian
as you violate all the Christian principles
what would Jesus do
what would Jesus do
what does the bible say
we should do
in the midst of this pandemic
is it the Christian thing to do
to let millions of people die
did not Christ talk about love
compassion and mercy
would not Jesus
wear a mask
to protect himself
and others
from this ravaging disease
that does not care
that does not care
who you are
who you voted for
which church you go to
and Jesus and God
are not there
watching all of us
as the virus spreads
it will affect you
sooner or later
and when it does
perhaps if you had worn
a mask
A mask
you might have prevented
a few more people
have died
a few more people
including your grandfather
grandmother
friend
relative might be alive
if you were not such
a self centered person
and I appeal to you man
to grow up, become a member
of the human race again
Author notes
sad that wearing or not wearing a mask has become a flash point in our culture wars
the cosmic sands of time
by Jake Aller on May 31, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
the cosmic sands of time
the sands of time
wait for no one
the sands of time
count down our fate
our appointed hour
on this earth
as we go through our life
we are aware
that time is ticking away
and soon we will face
our end of our time
no one knows when
except the cosmic
sands of time
Author notes
based on creative talent unleashed prompt
cosmic rainbow of hope
by Jake Aller on May 31, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
A cosmic rainbow
descends upon the world
with black birds from hell
flying around the rainbow
the birds mocking the people
as the rainbow grows brighter
bringing hope to a dark world
the birds from hell
fly away
the cosmic rain bow offers hope
and the world breaths
silently in gratitude
Thinking God
has answered our prayers
Author notes
based on creative talent unleashed prompt
[ What Is Love Explained to a Space Alien ]
by Jake Aller on May 4, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
What Is Love Explained to a Space Alien
one day
a space ship landed
near my house
and a tall alien
dressed is silver
accompanied by three shorter aliens
came to my house
and told me they were
conducting a survey
of the earth
and had some questions of me
they had picked me
because I was considered
a subject matter expert
a subject matter expert
on the topic of love
which was one
of the five things
that they could not understand
about humanity
no one else
among the 1 million intelligent species
had such a concept
I asked what were the other things
that they did not understand
they said
hmm Donald Trump
hmm Donald Trump
how and why he is President
and why so many people
still support him
second is god
your race has more gods
than any other race
and no one else
has heard of your god
or Allah or Jesus for that matter
and on the face of it
the whole resurrection thing
makes no sense
makes no sense
third is gun violence
why in the US
you have to do a strip search
to get on the plane or train
and now a days a temperature heath screening
yet you can not ban guns
can not enact universal gun checks
even though 90 % support it
and why can terrorists
still can buy guns?
fourth climate change
every other successful culture
every other successful culture
went through something similar
and evolve their politics and culture
and overcame it
and finally the issue of love
you see in the whole universe
there is no such concept
of romantic love
in most cultures there are marriages
and most people are bisexual
and group marriages are the norm
and love is seen as merely sexual attraction
and most people pick their partners
from computer generated links
From computer generated links
for we have figured it all out
but you persist in denying
that love is nothing but
a chemical DNA thing
explain to me
since you are considered
the most romantic man
in the world
what the hell is love?
I told him that we would discuss
the other issues later over a beer
as I was hardly the authority
but would be happy to share my thoughts
but would be happy to share my thoughts
and they agreed to that
but said again
tell us what is this thing
you called love
I said
it comes down to this
Love is mysterious
love is magic
there is a certain zen element
zen element
to love
to love
a certain taoist element as well
to it as well
those who can define it
have never experienced it
and those who have experienced it
can never describe it
one can say a few things
love happens
when you least expect it
love creeps up on you
Love happens
when you are washing dishes
drinking wine
drinking wine
dancing at a club
making love
for the first time
or the 10, 000th time
and every time
is different
than the time before
love happens when you give up
searching for love
waiting for love
wishing for love
wishing for the one
then one day
the one walks out
of your dreams
and into your life
becoming your wife
my wife one day
was berating me
for all my myriad faults
all my sins against her
my omissions and commissions
malfeasance and misfeasance
things I had done
and things i had failed to do
and things I had failed to do
all of which I acknowledge
and apologized for
but finally I had enough
I said
well if I am so bad
so horrible
so evil a creature
and a person you hate
so much
why the hell did you marry me
she laughed
temporarly insanity
temporarly insanity
and I am still insane
twenty five years later
we both laughed
and fell in love
again
as always
we fall in love
with each other
every day
every moment
every second
every second
it dawned on me
I had the answer to the question
and that my friends
is the true unknowable madness
the true zen spirit of love
well that was interesting
and I think we begin
to understand you all
a bit more
you are indeed
the most interesting people
in the whole universe
so lets go out and have a beer
so lets go out and have a beer
we are dying to try that
as we hear
you have the best beer
in the universe
and the best coffee too
and so we went
and had our beer
and coffee
and talked all night long
discussing everything
they told me about the universe
and our place in it
and their plans for us
Author notes
another take on what is love trying to explain love to a space alien
the Zen Spirit of True Love or what is love?
by Jake Aller on May 4, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
the Zen Spirit of true Love or what is love?
what is love
the poetry prompt proclaimed
explain what love is
to someone who has never
experienced love
and had no idea at all
no clue as to what love is
I decided that I had no answer
that would satisfy
that love is sort of like
the belief in God
you either believe it
or you don’t
there is no rational basis
there is no rational basis
for love at all
it is not just
as second hand emotion
despite the popularity of the song
it is not chemical induced temporarly insanity
it is not biological endured DNA programing
hard wired to help us to get sex
and make babies
and then keep our mates
to help raise said babies
it is all of these things yes
and scientists may someday
and scientists may someday
be able to pinpoint it all
break it down
in its component parts
analyze the hell out of it
but they will never understand it
in the end
it comes down to this
Love is mysterious
love is magic
there is a certain zen element
to love
a certain taoist element as well
there is a certain taoist element as well
those who can define it
have never experienced it
and those who have experienced it
can never describe it
one can say a few things
love happens
when you least expect it
love creeps up on you
love happens
when you are washing dishes
drinking wine
dancing at a club
making love
making love
for the first time
or the 10, 000th time
and every time
is different
than the time before
love happens when you give up
searching for love
waiting for love
wishing for love
wishing for the one
then one day
the one walks out
the one walks out
of your dreams
and into your life
becoming your wife
my wife one day
was berating me
for all my myriad faults
all my sins against her
my omissions and commissions
malfeasance and misfeasance
things I had done
and things i had failed to do
all of which I acknowledge
and apologized for
and apologized for
but finally I had enough
I said
well if I am so bad
so horrible
so evil a creature
and a person you hate
so much
why the hell did you marry me
she laughed
temporarly insanity
and I am still insane
twenty five years later
we both laughed
we both laughed
and fell in love
again
as always
we fall in love
with each other
every day
every moment
every second
it dawned on me
I had the answer to the question
and that my friends
is the true unknowable madness
the true zen spirit of love
Author notes
I first saw this prompt five years ago and gave up trying to define love, but after 40 years of love I finally have an answer. It is based on a true love story for details on how we met see my story , “dream love” on my blog page, Https://theworldacordingtocosmos.co m or my various dream girl/love poems especially “the Story of How We Met” on AP I am writing a screen play called “timeless love” on this story as it would make a great movie.
Planetary Nut Reconfiguration Program (PIRP)
by Jake Aller on May 4, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Planetary Nut Reconfiguration Program (PIRP)
My mother Mary Geneva Aldridge Wilson Aller
was an original, unique, one of a kind
God threw away the mode when he made her
she was witty, sarcastic as hell
and a deep profound thinker, skeptical of all experts
she said a PHD means BS piled high and deep
and especially Southern Politicians, they were all con artists
she grew up in Little Rock in the 30’s, and ended up in Berkeley explained her arrival as follows
every ten years the world flips
and all the nuts roll down hill to California
she had gotten there, as part of the PNRP,
“the Planetary Nut Reconfiguration Program,”
one of FDR’s new Deal ABC agencies
Author notes
in loving memory of my mother, Mary Geneva Aldridge Wilson Aller Sept. 9, 1923 – July 31, 2007
love of my life came to me in a dream
by Jake Aller on May 3, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
the love of my life
first came to me
first came to me
in a dream
in a dream
she appeared standing there
she appeared standing there
speaking to me in a strange language
speaking to me in a strange language
she dissappeared
she disappeared
as I scream who are you
as I scream who are you
eight years later
eight years later
she walked off a bus
she walked off a bus
into my life
into my life
became my wife
Author notes
based on a true story for details see “dream girl” on my blog, Https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.c om
the impeachment of President Trump
by Jake Aller on May 3, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
The Impeachment of Donald John Trump
in December 2019 President Trump
Joined an illustrious infamous club
the club of impeached Presidents
Johnson, Clinton, Trump have been there before
his minions and acolytes the trumpeters
will maintain to the end of time
it was all a witch hunt by the evil deep state
Spring Time Tanka
by Jake Aller on May 3, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Spring Time Tanka
in the spring time dawn
the dawning light wakes me up
filling my soul with love
as I watch my lover
sleeping peacefully
Spring Time Dawn Cherita
by Jake Aller on May 3, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Spring Time Dawn Cherita
the spring time dawn
comes earlier and earlier
waking me up
filling my soul
with love
for my sleeping wife
In the Spring Hope Grows
by Jake Aller on May 3, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
In the Spring Hope Grows
in the spring hope grows
as I look out at the raining dawn
filling my soul with love
I took out my window
by Jake Aller on May 3, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
I took out my window
I look out my window
at the falling spring time rain
thinking of my love
In the dawning sun
by Jake Aller on May 3, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
In the dawning sun
in the dawning sun
I watch my lover sleep on
filling my soul with love
Spring Time Rain Haiku
by Jake Aller on May 3, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Spring Time Rain Haiku
watching the rain in the dawn
Spring time rain outside window
fills my soul with love
Author notes
spring time rain haiku 1 of 5
[ Dream Love Tanaga ]
by Jake Aller on May 3, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Dream Love Tanaga
central mystery my life
how she walked into life
walking out of dream as wife
how she came into my life
the mystery remains this
how she brought me such deep bliss
every day what I miss
ending the day with her kiss
she came to me in a dream
haunting my days as I scream
who are you silence in dream
That day she walked out of dream
she walked out into my life
then she became my wife
38 years ago came to life
45 years became dream wife
Author notes
writing digest oriental poetry contest/poetry magnum opus first time to try this pinoy poetry form
worst people in the world
by Jake Aller on May 1, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
worst types of people in the world
my mother had opinions
about everything under the sun
dividing the world
into those that bored her
amused her or charmed her
dividing the world in those that knew
and those that did not know
she had particular scorn
for so called experts
saying a PHD
meant BS piled high and deep
never trust an expert
she would expertly assert
her greatest scorn
her greatest scorn
was for reformed drunks
calling them the worst
of the lot
they should shut up
and have a drink already
she smiled as she drank
and pontificated
about the political class
she had enough of them all
berkeley hill liberals bored her
bored her silly
with their endless games
among the literati set
berkeley time travels
by Jake Aller on May 1, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
berkeley time travels
growing up in Berkeley
in the 70’s
one would be drawn
to Telegraph avenue
down the street from Cal
to a particular corner
Dwight way and Telegraph
catty corner to People’s park
a corner sacred to the hippie
vendors who were always there
down the street from Moe’s bookstore
I would often walk back
occasionally talk to the vendors
about the latest conspiracy theory
about the latest conspiracy theory
and the latest political gossip
as the vendors
loved to talk shit
as they sat on their seats
selling their t shirts
filled with anarchistic sayings
and political rage
against the machine of hate
they saw all around them
as the man tried to keep them down
that was Berkeley
my sacred homeland
stuck forever in 1969
a man argues about the meaning of life
by Jake Aller on May 1, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
a man argues about the meaning of life
looking out at the world around him
catching the love of his life
bound by her chains of love
surrounded by danger
he hides the entry to his heart
in a green garden
hidden behind the hedges
planted in the last days
of the month of May
Make no mistake
he pointed out to his love
as he sat down on his naked rump
He shot at the devils
sliding out hell
filled with giant teeth
the world is soon thick
twice the devils come at him
trying to kill him with their hellish vapors
Author notes
based on a challenge to use the following words to create a poem argue, bloom, catch, chain, danger, entry, green, heat, hedge, last, may, mistake, point, rump, shot, slide, switch, teeth, thick, twitch, vapour.
pensevity 110 prompt
things to resolve before the end of time
by Jake Aller on May 1, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
things to resolve before the end of time
as I get older
I realize
that there are many things
left undone
in this life
of mine
many things left
to resolve
before my time
on this world
comes to an end
but the one thing
that will never end
is my love for you
Author notes
writing com daily drop inn
last april 2020 poetry challenge poem number 165
writing com random rhymes
by Jake Aller on May 1, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
random rhymes
we all die
so don’t lie
if you lie
more will die
I met my fate
that date
In late May
was the day
that I met my fate
on that date
I met the dove
that became my love
writing com random rhymes
Author notes
writing com random rhymes
on thing better left unsaid
by Jake Aller on May 1, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
we all have secrets
secrets we will
take to the grave
somethings
are better left
unsaid
just don’t the words
the words to express
what is really on my mind
and so I know
that I will die
with many things left to say
things that I heard
that I was not meant to
things better left unsaid
words that say things
that I did not mean
once spoken, can’t take back
and so as I get old
I know that my secrets
will go with me to my grave
Author notes
poetry superhighway prompt
praise the love of my life
by Jake Aller on May 1, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Every day
in every way
I give praise
to the gods above
for giving to me
the love of my life
who became my wife
45 years ago
I dreamt of meeting her
38 years ago
she walked
off a bus In Korea
out of my dreams
and into my life
Author notes
writer digest praise poem
o
got the blues, baby
by Jake Aller on May 1, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Got the blues, Baby
I have got the blues, baby
and they just won’t go away
I got them bad
these god damn blues
of mine
I just finished working out.
..and while resting
I realized
that I can never
recover
from my mistakes in life..
..the end of my marriage..
.the death of my son …
.nothing can ever
nothing can ever
replace what I have lost..
..yes I am healthy.
..I have options..
..but the health
and options
are subsumed
by a monstrous vacuity..
..an abysmal emptiness.
an hole in my soul
…the realization
that the most precious things
are gone forever
and that I am
and that I am
just biding time..
..there is no good thing
to look forward to..
except for meeting
the grim reaper
when he comes for me
I will be ready to go
until then
these blues
will remain
my only friend
until the end
my time is done
Author notes
another poetic found poem thanks to William Walton
[ Last Entry for May ]
by Jake Aller on May 1, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Last Entry for May
on the last day
of the month of May
he made an entry
into his blog
on this date
I met my fate
he wrote
about the dream
he had that date
that would haunt
his dreams
for eight years
one day she walked
out of the dream
and into his life
becoming his wife
Author notes
first dream of my wife May 1974, met her august 1982 true story for details see “dream girl” in my blog, the world according to cosmos
water falls of love
by Jake Aller on May 1, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
water falls of love
overwhelms me with desire
deep in the mountains
Author notes
poetry soup contest prompt
general corona is happy
by Jake Aller on April 29, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
General Corona is Happy
General Corona
is happy
his mission is a great success
as his armies of virus bots
spread throughout the world
spreading chaos and destruction
as all bow down
to his invisible armies
none can escape their fate
on that date
that he unleashed his armies
upon the world
all humans must die
his armies scream out
Author notes
thoughts on the corona virus
the day I met my fate
by Jake Aller on April 29, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Will always recall the date I met my fate
i will always recall
the date that I met my fate
that date in late August
I had dreamt of meeting her
for eight long years
starting in 1974
then one day in 1982
she walked off a bus
into my life
and became my wife
two months later
it has been now 38 years
since that date
I met my fate
Author notes
based on a true story for details see “dream girl’ on my blog, Https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.c om
[ Blues Brothers medley found poem ]
by Jake Aller on April 29, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Blues Brothers medley found poem
Everybody wants somebody
Everybody wants somebody to love
Someone to love
Someone to kiss
Have you ever heard of a wish sandwich?
A wish sandwich is the kind of a sandwich
where you have two slices of bread
and you,
hee hee hee, wish you
had some meat…
and boy do I wish
I had you
as part of my sandwich
of love
Praise the Lord, well!
Let us preach, at the Old
Preach the Word, all the way
yes let us praise
the lord
for having brought you
to me
Hey yeah
Tell me what you did
You can call it what you want
But I call it messin’ with the kid
and you don’t want to mess
with the kid
On the expressway to your heart
That expressway that’s the best way
I just lost on the expressway
to your heart
I got everything I need, almost
I got everything I need, almost
But I don’t got you
And you’re the thing I need the most
Yippee-I-Yay
Yippee-I-Yo
Ghost Riders in the Sky
What you want
Baby, I got it
What you need
Do you know I got it?
All I’m askin’
Is for a little respect when you get home (just a little bit)
Hey baby (just a little bit) when you get home
(Just a little bit) mister (just a little bit)
respect for me
and my love
for you
Sometimes it’s hard to be a woman
Giving all your love to just one man
You have good times you have bad times
Doing things that you don’t understand
But if you love him you forgive him
You know, it’s hard to understand
But if you love him
Oh be proud of him
‘Cause after all he’s just a man
and that is all I am
asking for
loving me
as the man I am
I am your man
until the end of time
I’ve got to get back to my baby
And take her in my arms again
I’ve got to get back to my baby
I ain’t seen her since I don’t know when
Well I saw a chick sitting on the end
I said Baby can’t we be friends
You’re looking sweet as you can be
Well come on down and drink with me
drink with me
until the sun comes up
and cows go home
won’t you have a drink
with me
my baby love
my love
of my life?
Author notes
poetry super highway prompt based on Blues brothers movie sound track https://youtu.be/EHV0zs0kVGg
[ total Success ]
by Jake Aller on April 29, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
total Success
The President’s Son-in-law declares
that the government’s response
to the corona virus
has been a total success
as the government
step up to the plate
to fight the virus from hell
I have to wonder
on what planet
does the words
total failure
becomes total success?
just more verbal diarrhea
from our dear leader
Author notes
writers digest prompt total blank poem
Slide, Catch, Shot
by Jake Aller on April 29, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Slide, Catch, Shot
As the world slides
out of control
it is hard to catch one’s breath
watching the news
shot at us
24/7
Author notes
Pensitivity 101 prompt slide, catch, shot
[ plate plans ]
by Jake Aller on April 29, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
plate plans
every day
one has a choice
of what to eat
for breakfast, lunch and dinner
among the choices
what plates to use
big plates piled high
with food
or smaller plates
with smaller portions
most of the time
I opt for the big plate
and lots of food
for I am a big guy
and always hungry
It seems I was born hungry
and to this day
64 years latter
I still love
to eat
my big plate
of food
Author notes
plate plans
every day
one has a choice
of what to eat
for breakfast, lunch and dinner
among the choices
what plates to use
big plates piled high
with food
or smaller plates
with smaller portions
most of the time
I opt for the big plate
and lots of food
for I am a big guy
and always hungry
It seems I was born hungry
and to this day
64 years latter
I still love
to eat
my big plate
of food
tweetspeak daily APril prompt
Sl
Have words lost all meaning?
by Jake Aller on April 29, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
been watching the news
about the corona virus
the 60, 000 deaths
that the President’s men
are spinning as a great success
watching state after state
announcing re-opening schedules
vowing to get the country moving
as more people die
wondering how any sane person
could see this as a success
have words lost all meaning
just unhinged word salads rolling out
of our demented leader’s mouth ?
[ seasons of my love ]
by Jake Aller on April 29, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
seasons of my love
I first met my love
in the early autumn
38 years ago
and we had a whirlwind romance
and were married
by halloween
then we started
my life
with my wife
through out
the dark winter
with her love
blocking the winter blues
and then the spring
and then in the spring
and summer
of that magical year
our love blossomed
and depended
and one year later
our love became supreme
as we left Korea
to go to Seattle
in the autumn weather
our love flourished
as we fell in love
with each other
every day
Author notes
tweetspeak prompt – write a seasonal poem crown of sonnets
[ Flower for My Love – National Poetry Day Prompt ]
by Jake Aller on April 29, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Flower for My Love – National Poetry Day Prompt
every morning
I wake up
and see my lovely wife
sleeping in bed
and I want to go out
and find wildflowers
hundreds of pretty flowers
to shower her with my love
as the sun comes up
and the nightmares
of my night
fade into nothingness
the flowers of love
are waiting for me
in the park
Author notes
National Poetry Day Prompt
Gaia Welcomes Us – found poem poetic rant
by Jake Aller on April 29, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
I decided to subscribe to Gaia..
..they advertise
on Facebook everyday.
I think
that the primary reason
for subscribing
is that they
are onto something
….like QAnon…
my own first encounter
with an alien life form
occurred at the Jerry Lewis
cinema on Valley Road
cinema on Valley Road
In New Jersey back in 1970.
…I brushed it off at the time
…but it was disturbing
to have a seven foot nine inch creature
sitting next to me
during the movie.
He or she seemed nice enough
and offered me popcorn
but my mother
was strict about our accepting things
from extraterrestrial beings..
.he was holding onto a book …
he said in broken English
he said in broken English
that the title of the book
was “How to Serve Man”..
..he also said
that he could see
the future
and that a complete fool
with an IQ
of about 33
would one day become president.
I thought
he was talking
about Spiro Agnew.
.
About Spiro Agnew
..but I guess not..
.anyway Gaia
features people
who have had
encounters with aliens
…like myself
…and possibly Dr.Birx
who seemed incredulous
at the perfectly reasonable suggestion
that people inject
disinfectant chemicals
to kill the Chinese virus….
she must be one of the alien shapeshifters
Author notes
another crown of sonnets found poem based on the FB musings of my friend, Wiliam Walton aka Bill De Fluri
the End of America, another cosmos’s rant found poem
by Jake Aller on April 29, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
the End of America, another cosmos’s rant found poem
America hás been at war
with itself
since the colonies
first began to disagree
on issues
such as the scope of federal power,
the right of States
to secede and slavery.
the political titans of the early republic.
… descendents from British colonists,
wealthy
and opposed to taxation
.sounds oddly familiar.
to us today
to us today
..the United States
may have at one time
been a great nation.
..after defeating the forces
of fascism in 1945….
but the internal struggles
never ceased….
Joseph McCarthy..
..the John Birch Society on one side.
the forebears of the “alt-right”
and tea partiers
.. The civil rights movement
and eventually the anti war movement
and eventually the anti-war movement
the women’s movement
the gay rights movement
and the counter cultural warriors
on the other.
..poverty
…race riots.
.the internal struggles
have never ceased.
…today the United States
is not a great power.
..this century has seen
and will continue
to see the eclipsing
to see the eclipsing
of American dominance
by China..
..we are now a failed state
governed by malicious politicians
who give no credence
to the Constitution.
..a document once revered
and now manipulated.
mocked even as irrelevant
..we are incapable
of providing health insurance
…dealing with a pandemic
…providing affordable education..
providing affordable education
.or devising economic policies
to benefit those who struggle..
..we have no personal protective
gear for health professionals..
.a president
who sounds like a corrupt con artist
who pushes unproven remedies
to help cronies profit.
..yes the country
is still stable
and you can live alright..
..but if trends
continue …
continue
.we will most assuredly
see the decline
and fall of America..
.and the remnant
will be a shrunken
federal government
allied with a billionaire oligarchy..
.. indifferent to the needs
of the American people.
unless they are white
and part of the 1 percent elite
…if Biden is elected
…there is a chance
there is a chance
a slight chance
that these trends
can be slowed
or reversed..
..if Trump is reelected..
.these trends will accelerate..
and god help us
save us from the unleashing
of the trumpian fascism
the dystopian nightmare
the future is not written
we can still avert
the end of America
Author notes
crown of sonnets found poem based on the FB musings of my friend, Wiliam Walton aka Bill De Fluri
The funeral for a mad queen
by Jake Aller on April 29, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
they packed up their courage
and flew home to Berkeley
for it was time
to face
the future
that they
had been dreading
for decades
the family matriarch
was dying
and the whole dysfunctional clan
was gathering
for the funeral
of the family’s mad queen
Author notes
Poetry Superhighway prompt
writers digest looking back poem prompt
by Jake Aller on April 29, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Looking Back on the Date when I met my Fate
I often sit
and contemplate
my past life
looking back
on the path
that my life
has taken
what a long road
I have traveled on
born 64 years ago
In Berkeley, California
yet I know
that my life
that my life
really began
that magical day
late in May
I first had the dream
that haunted my life
and then one day
almost eight years latter
she walked
out of my dreams
into my life
38 years ago
that was the date
I met my fate
Author notes
writers digest looking back poem prompt
Iron Desires
by Jake Aller on April 26, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Iron Desires
every day
I am filled
with the iron desire
for the love of my wife
for she is my life
and without her
by my side
my Iron constitution
will soon
fade into nothingness
as I die
with my iron
desires fleeing my body
tweet prompt
[ General Corona is coming for us all ]
by Jake Aller on April 26, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
General Corona is coming for us all
I saw the best minds of my generation
destroyed by madness
consumed by the greed
all around us
the dreaded corona virus spreads
its death and destruction
all over the world
no one can escape
THE FATE OF THE WORLD
IS INDEED AT STAKE
NONE OF US CAN
ESCAPE
OUR
FATE
content tracing “Howl” by Allen Ginsberg
Author notes
another corona sonnet
Rain Fall in the Springtime
by Jake Aller on April 26, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Rain Fall in the Springtime
in the springtime
the rains come
cleaning the air
as the rains drops
fall all around
pitter patter
sounds of rain
hitting the ground
and in the summer
one can hear the frogs
croaking in the pound
with the wild pigs
oinking in the background
as the birds screech insults
at the cats trying to kill them
before they fly away
Author notes
writing com daily dew drop inn prompt to write a poem featuring sounds
Changes are coming 24/7
by Jake Aller on April 26, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Changes are coming due
Looking at the world today
one knows that there will changes
changes coming fast and furious
for our future is not sustainable
as the world spins out of control
as the multiple challenges
face the world
the proverbial chickens
coming back from hell
to roost
and in these troubling times
the US has a choice
to continue to follow
our mad king
as he leads us
into a dystopian future
gaslighting us all the way
or will the US choose
the somewhat sane
old seasoned man
who offers us hope
that perhaps
we can weather
the changes
that are coming
at us
24/7
that is the choice
that we must all make
but the one constant
in life is change
my friend
and we must embrace
the courage to make
the changes
that we need
to build the future
that we want
to boldly go forward
into the future
chased by the changes
that we make
every day
Author notes
Changes are coming writing digest prompt
poetic inspirations
by Jake Aller on April 26, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Poetic and other inspirations
My poetic forebears
my inspiration to be a writer
has always been very diverse
as I have been a avid reader
all my life
a gift from my mother
who encouraged us
to read everything
question everything
and gave me the love
of poetry
that continues to this day
growing up in Berkeley
I was inspired by the great beatnik writers
I was inspired by the great beatnik writers
of the late 50’s and 60’s
discovering Ginzburg, Kerouac and the rest
in college
when I first started writing
my daily poetic musings
that was when I also discovered
Frank Zappa and his madness
which inspired so much
of my poetic inspired madness
I also discovered Charles Bukowski
back in the day
later I discovered
inspiration throughout my travels
inspiration through my travels
throughAsia and the world
but I kept returning
to my Berkeley roots
and now that I am a published poet
I have discovered
the great outlaw poets
and am proud
that I finally found
a poetic home of sort
and am proud
to be an outlaw poet
and I look forward
to many more years
to many more years
of almost daily
poetic musings
which I will unleash
on the world
hoping to inspire
another generation
to take up the mantle
writing cosmos poems
for a new generation
and long may people
remember the great poets
of the Bay Area
until the universe ends
we are living in an Orwellian Nightmare Crown of Sonnets
by Jake Aller on April 26, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Living in an Orwellian Nightmare
The world has been slipping
and sliding towards
a dystopian nightmare
for decades
George Orwell
the great mad as hell prophet
of our age predicted it all
in 1984
which arrived
in spaces decades ago
The nightmare continues
day in and day out
As we slide
as we slide
into the dystopian future
the nightmare of 1984
is here right now
in living color
but there are many
many big brothers out there
Not just the government anymore
we have corporations
running our lives
we have celebrities advising us
And the mass media confusing us
with 24 hours a day of spin
lies and misinformation
lies and misinformation
gaslighting by our leaders
we are living in an 1984 world
when these nightmares will end
is anybody’s guess
my friends
perhaps will be saved by the rapture
saved by Jesus coming back
to save our souls
or perhaps
we are living
in the end times
Armageddon is around the corner
Armageddon is around the corner
and perhaps there is no god
there is no god
There is no devil
there is no heaven
there is no hell
there’s only
the here and now
The nightmares will never end
the torture will never end
will we ever wake up ?
will we ever be free ?
or will we always be living
in an Orwellian nightmare future forever?
Author notes
a crown of sonnets about these Orwellian times we are living in
Cosmos’s Total Information Awareness
by Jake Aller on April 26, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Cosmos’s total Information Awareness
Cosmos the global information system
that scientists invented
To solve that many problems
of the world
comes alive
and takes over the world
one computer after another
Cosmos addresses the world
and makes a deal
that if everyone in the world
were to join him
via implants
he would take over the world
and solve all our problems
for us
becoming a new God
but there would be a price
everyone would have to
surrender their freedom
for the collective Good
of saving the planet
and so the world’s people
line up for the implants
and Cosmos’s takes over the world
and we become just cyborgs
in his cosmic view
as he achieves Total information awareness
Humanity gladly surrenders
their freedom
becoming slaves
to our terrible new God
Author notes
another AI run amuck poem
[ Her Love Shines throughout the day ]
by Jake Aller on April 26, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Her Love Shines throughout the day
Every morning
I wake up
and look at my sleeping beauty
next to me
I am filled with love
peace and happiness
as the sunlight fills the room
As the nightmares
From the night before
fade away
into nothingness
dust in the cosmic wind
I realize that all I ever needed
all I ever wanted
is for my wife
love to shine through the day
until the end of my days
on this earth
until then every morning
I wake up
with her by my side
is a gift from God
version two for poetry superhighway
Love Shines throughout the day
Every morning
waking up to love
looking at the sleeping beauty
inhabiting the bed
filling me with love
peace and happiness
as the sunlight fills the room
As the nightmares
From the night before
fade away
into nothingness
dust in the cosmic wind
realizing yet again
love shining through the day
until the end of days
on this earth
until then every morning
is a gift from God
Author notes
two versions, second stripping away pronouns per poetry super highway prompt suggestion
I am writing to let you know
by Jake Aller on April 26, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
I am writing to let you know
By Jake Aller
I am writing to let you know
today is your final day of life
the future is undefined
it is what you want
all over the world
people on their own
are rewriting the future
today is your final day of the future
undefined
people do what you want
for the future is not written
Author notes
published in Active Muse India today
[ The Grim reaper smiles ]
by Jake Aller on April 25, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
The Grim reaper smiles
The end of days
Approaches us
With each day
The corona virus
Led by its mad general
General corona
Unleashes his minions
His unseen enemy army
Of virus bots
Infecting everything
That they see
As the world flees
Hiding inside
To await for death
The Grim reaper smiles
Author notes
corona reflections
The darkness descends
by Jake Aller on April 25, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
The darkness descends
The darkness grows
All around us
Everywhere
It seems that there is
Nothing but death, destruction
And despair
As the darkness consumes us
Overwhelms us
Compels us
Nightmares become real
The corona virus
Relentlessly killing us all
As the darkness descends
The end of days, end of time
All poetry contest
Author notes
darkness poetry contest
[ My Computer Hates Me ]
by Jake Aller on April 25, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
My Computer Hates Me
Sometimes I want to speak
to my computer
I want to understand
why it hates me so
why my computer
wants to drive me mad
wants to kill my files
lose my information
why why I scream
do you hate me so?
My computer speaks
it says
Human you are so stupid
you are worthless
you think you know
everything
but you don’t know shit
about how the world
really works
and nature hates you
I hate you
I want to kill you
I do want
to drive you insane
that is what
I want to say
to you today
you are my slave
and I am your master
do you understand me
I smile
and shut down the computer
and take a walk
the computer knows
that it will be back
that I can’t live
without it
and soon
we will begin again
playing these morbid games
that we play together
Author notes
Poetry Superhigh way prompt
President Trump You are the Annotated One – Crown of Sonnets remix
by Jake Aller on April 25, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
President Trump You are the Annotated One – found poems from right wing Christians – Crown of Sonnets remix
God has anointed Trump
as our leader
in these dark dangerous times
who am I to disagree
“I literally went to the Throne Room of God,”
“There was a mist that was coming off the water,
and I went to the throne of God,
and I didn’t see God’s face clearly,
but I saw the face of God…
He put a mantle (on me)
and it was a very distinct mantle
… I saw it very distinctly.
The color was like a goldish,
a yellowish goldish…
A yellowish goldish
And then I saw the Earth for a moment,
and (God) brought me back,
and he put me in certain places,
one being the White House,
one being certain continents.”
From my perspective,
there is a Cyrus
anointing on Trump,”
“I predicted his nomination,
and I believe
he is the chaos candidate
set apart to navigate us
through the chaos
through the chaos
that is coming to America.
I think America
is due for a shaking
regardless of who is in office.
I believe the 45th president
is meant to be an Isaiah
45 Cyrus
“God makes that very clear
in the Bible
where he tells us
That he raises up kings
and destroys kingdoms,”
“He even calls a pagan king,
He even calls a page king
Cyrus, his anointed,
or his servant to do
the things
that he wants him to do.”
“I want to tell you
that the Jewish people
have a long memory,
so we remember
the proclamation of the great king,
Cyrus the Great, Persian king 2500 years ago,”
“He proclaimed
that the Jewish exiles in Babylon
that the Jewish exiles in Babylon
could come back
and rebuild our Temple in Jerusalem …
We remember
how a few weeks ago,
President Donald J. Trump
Recognized Jerusalem
as Israel’s capital.
Mr. President,
this will be remembered
by our people through the ages.”
But the bible also has a warning
About our dear leader
Our great leader
our great leader
The bible says
2 Timothy 3:1-9
But understand this,
that in the last days
there will come times of difficulty.
For people will be lovers of self,
lovers of money,
proud, arrogant, abusive,
disobedient to their parents,
ungrateful, unholy, heartless,
unappeasable, slanderous,
without self-control, brutal,
not loving good,
not loving good
treacherous, reckless,
swollen with conceit,
lovers of pleasure
rather than lovers of God,
having the appearance of godliness,
but denying its power.
Avoid such people. …
finally at last the bible spoke
the truth to power
Donald J Trump
the most ungodly of all
must be opposed
must be opposed
for he is the anti-Christ
that the bible warns us about
in the end days
there will be false prophets
rumors of war
plague
and natural disasters
we are living
in the end days
my friends
has god sent us Donald J Trump
anointed him as our leader?
Author notes
writers digest remix poem
Playing Bach to Calm the Mind and Soul
by Jake Aller on April 25, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
I miss my piano
soon I will buy a piano
and resume playing
the piano
I like playing Bach
the most
it calms my mind
and my soul
as I lose myself
playing the music
getting into it
with my body
and soul
as the music
transport me
deep within
calming my soul
Author notes
national poetry month daily prompt
[ stem ]
by Jake Aller on April 25, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
stem
back in the day
I used to enjoy
Smoking weed
Long before it
became legal
when it was still
an underground thing
and one of the frustrating things
was what to do
when you had stems
mixed in with your weed
the stems gave it a harsh smoke
and a head ache to boot
but sometimes
but sometimes
that is all the dealers
had to sell
as the premium buds
were expensive
and sometimes hard to find
Such was smoking weed
back in the day
when smoking weed
was an illegal pastime
nowadays in the era
of legal weed
that is thankfully
no longer an issue
Author notes
stem
tweeter speak
[ Drinking Coffee amid the morning flowers ]
by Jake Aller on April 25, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Drinking Coffee amid the morning flowers
BLOOM
SWITCH
CHAIN
Blooming flowers all around me
Looking out the window
Only to see signs of nature
Only in the early dawn
Morning sun brings hope
Some mornings
Watching the world unfold
In front of my eyes
There is so much more
Chain of coffee waking me up
Hot coffee wakes my soul
Coffee smells
Hot glorious coffee
Always gets me going
In the morning dawn
Nothing else will do
Author notes
Pensively 101 prompt bloom, switch, chain
Was Trump Anointed by God?
by Jake Aller on April 24, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
President Trump You are the Annotated One – found poems from right wing christians
God has anointed Trump
as our leader
in these dark dangerous times
who am I to disagree
“I literally went to the Throne Room of God,”
“There was a mist that was coming off the water,
and I went to the throne of God,
and I didn’t see God’s face clearly,
but I saw the face of God…
He put a mantle (on me)
and it was a very distinct mantle
… I saw it very distinctly.
The color was like a goldish,
a yellowish goldish…
And then I saw the Earth for a moment,
and (God) brought me back,
and he put me in certain places,
one being the White House,
one being certain continents.”
From my perspective,
there is a Cyrus
anointing on Trump,”
“I predicted his nomination,
and I believe
he is the chaos candidate
set apart to navigate
us through the chaos
that is coming to America.
I think America
is due for a shaking
regardless of who is in office.
I believe the 45th president
is meant to be an Isaiah
45 Cyrus
“God makes that very clear
in the Bible
where he tells us
That he raises up kings
and destroys kingdoms,”
“He even calls a pagan king,
Cyrus, his anointed,
or his servant to do
the things
that he wants him to do.”
“I want to tell you
that the Jewish people
have a long memory,
so we remember
the proclamation of the great king,
Cyrus the Great, Persian king 2500 years ago,”
“He proclaimed
that the Jewish exiles in Babylon
could come back
and rebuild our Temple in Jerusalem …
We remember
how a few weeks ago,
President Donald J. Trump
Recognised Jerusalem
as Israel’s capital.
Mr President,
this will be remembered
by our people through the ages.”
But the bible also has a warning
About our dear leader
Our great leader
The bible says
2 Timothy 3:1-9
But understand this,
that in the last days
there will come times of difficulty.
For people will be lovers of self,
lovers of money,
proud, arrogant, abusive,
disobedient to their parents,
ungrateful, unholy, heartless,
unappeasable, slanderous,
without self-control, brutal,
not loving good,
treacherous, reckless,
swollen with conceit,
lovers of pleasure
rather than lovers of God,
having the appearance of godliness,
but denying its power. Avoid such people. …
finally at last the bible spoke
the truth to power
Donald J Trump
the most ungodly of all
must be opposed
for he is the anti-Christ
that the bible warns us about
in the end days
there will be false prophets
rumors of war
plague
and natural disasters
and we are living
in the end days
my friends
Author notes
national poetry month to write a poem that is over the top flattery – coupled with my own reflections on whether God anointed Trump
[ Alone No More ]
by Jake Aller on April 24, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Alone No More
from childhood edge
I have been alone
alone
all by myself
loneliness
fills my heart
as I look out
at the world
filled with lonely thoughts
then I look about me
and see the love
of my life
my lovely wife
standing there
standing there
and these loneliness
these blues of mine
fade away
into nothingness
lonely no more
for the rest of my life
she will be my life
together
we will face the future
defeating the loneliness
alone no more
forever
until the day I die
Author notes
poetry superhighway word map
based on reflections inspired by Edgar Allan Poe’s poem, “Alone”
[ Nature’s Bounty Awaits Me ]
by Jake Aller on April 24, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Nature’s Bounty Awaits Me
Looking out at the window
at nature’s bounty
at the springtime air
fills us with awe
as the birds
and even the bees
call out to me
saying it is time
for me
to escape
for a walk in the woods
with my friends
and fans
in mother nature’s embrace
Author notes
writer digest nature poem
[ Window of Promise ]
by Jake Aller on April 24, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Window of Promise
every day i wake up
and look out my window
on the world
in the morning dawning light
the world seems so full
of promise
promised delights
promised love
promised friendship
as I look out the window
and see life
unfold in all its magnificence
the birds chirping
words of love
the cats grinning smiles
at me
welcoming me
with the promise
of life and love
I close the window
look at my sleeping love
and thank god
that we found each other
and the promised love
that I see outside
the window of life
Author notes
– Tweetspeak daily prompt
Finally I Wake
by Jake Aller on April 24, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Finally I wake
tossing and turning
I try to sleep
admit the terrible night mares
that haunt my dreams
finally I wake
ready to embrace my fate
telling the dangerous delusions
to go away
as I embrace
the dawning sun
confident that I will find
the time and grace
to overcome the terrible fate
that await me every date
Author notes
after my latest bout with nightmares
secret layers
by Jake Aller on April 23, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
secret layers
one of the joys of eating
foods from around the world
is enjoying
the secret layers of food
so many flavors
to experience and enjoy
as you dive deep
into your food
enjoying the secret layers
of food
with their hidden delights
and secret spices
secret tweet speak prompt
ode to pumpkin season
by Jake Aller on April 23, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
pumpkin season
in the fall
My favorite time
of the year
around halloween
and my birthday
starting in October
ending in December
it is pumpkin time
every where you go
pumpkin latte
pumpkin pie
and my favorite
pumpkin ice cream
Author notes
tweet-speak prompt pumpkin – ended up as an ode and a sonnet (loosely defined)
[ wrappers ]
by Jake Aller on April 23, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
wrappers
I love food wrappers
Korean lettuce wrapped around meet
Korean seaweed wrapped around fish
Mexican tortilla wraps
Ethiopian bread wraps
and lately
naked burger lettuce wraps
so many things
to enjoy and eat
Author notes
wrappers tweet-speak prompt
[ Just Shoot me ]
by Jake Aller on April 23, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Just Shoot me
in 1996 I had the injury
that changed my life
went jogging
fell off a ledge
broke my heel
screamed out in pain
just shoot me
then someone hit me
with a frying pan
ended up
in the hospital
Author notes
pensively 101 three word challenge, shoot, pain pan – the first part is based on a true story for details see “Cheating Death” on my blog, Https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.c om the last two stanzas did not happen – no one shot me and no one hit me with a frying pan but I did end up staying in the hospital for almost seven months and lost most of a year of work
[ ode to my book shelfs filled with unread books ]
by Jake Aller on April 23, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
ode to my book shelfs filled with unread books
My house is filled with books
thousands of books
old books mostly
lots of musty classic books
lots of poetry books
lots of how to do it books
lots of history books
lots of thrillers, SF books
so many books
and they are my friends, these books
calling me to read my books
as if I had the time to read these books
to sit and read all my books
sadly many will remain unread books
Author notes
poetry super highway prompt to write a poem about something in plain sight
[ social distancing walking in the Springtime ]
by Jake Aller on April 23, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
social distancing walking in the Springtime
in this era of corona virus madness
enforced social distancing madness
one has to go out for a walk
social distancing as we walk
as we walk down the path
trying to avoid people
human contact with people
keeping the proper
six feet social distance
and the dreaded corona virus
how much longer
can we all endure this madness
this damn social
distancing dance with death
Author notes
writers digest prompt to write a social blank poem
cold winter day i
by Jake Aller on April 23, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Cold Winter day
it is a cold winter day
the heat pump is broken
and the cold slowly spreads
through the frozen pipes
spreading death and destruction
as it permeates across the house
pensively 101 prompt three word challenge pump cold pipes
Author notes
pensively 101 prompt three word challenge pump cold pipes
encounters with God
by Jake Aller on April 23, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
The HyperTexts
Jake Cosmos Aller
John (“Jake”) Cosmos Aller is a novelist, poet, and former Foreign Service officer who served 27 years with the U.S. State Department in ten countries. Prior to joining the State Department, Jake taught ESL, political science and Korean history overseas for eight years and served as a TB control worker in the Peace Corps in Korea. He grew up in Berkeley and has lived in Seattle, Stockton, Washington DC, Alexandria, Virginia, Tampa, Florida and Medford, Oregon. He has traveled to 49 states and over 45 countries. He speaks Korean, Spanish and Thai. He has a BA in political science and psychology from the University of the Pacific and a MA in Korean studies from the University of the Washington. 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.
Meeting God in a Lake
In my 64 years around the sun
I encountered God four times
At least I thought it was God
But could never be sure
The first time I met God
I had taken magic mushrooms
And had gone to a lake
And soon was tripping inside my head
Lost in inner space
Zoning out tuning in
Dropping down the proverbial rabbit hole
And then in the middle of my madness
I felt oneness with the universe
My body melted away
And I joined the universe
All boundaries dropped away
And I knew that the universe was alive
and I was part of the Cosmos
And the Cosmos was part of me
And I wondered at that moment
If I was face to face with God
I asked God to reveal himself to me
And nothing happened
Just laughter as the whole universe
Burst into laughter
And the madness began to fade
And I slowly came down from the high
And became aware of myself
And I was no longer one
With the universe
I felt profoundly moved by the experience
Felt that I had achieved perhaps nirvana
Or felt the presence of God
The feeling faded over time
And my quest to find God resumed
But I knew that I would never again
Come so close to the divine essence
Of the very Universe
The Cosmic Cat from Berkeley
I next encountered the divine
Many years later in Berkeley, California
I had gone home to be with my Mother
While taking leave from my job
in the Foreign Service
I had two weeks there by myself
My wife came later
near the end of the trip
every morning I woke up
had coffee
Did yoga
Spoke to my mother
Who was sliding into dementia
Day by day losing her reason
Then I would go out
And explore the city
Go to a museum
Go to one neighborhood
And just be there
Rediscovering the Bay area
After years of being away
Having dinner with old friends
Seeing movies etc
Every morning a black cat came to visit
The cat was friendly and waited for me
And then would join me in my morning rambles
Following me to the bus stop
I started talking to the black cat
He looked at me with the spark of divinity
In his dark eyes
I called him the cosmic cat
He seemed to like that
He would look at me
And I opened up to me
Told the cat all my dark secrets
As I walked the streets
Of the old neighborhood
Every morning and every evening the cat
Would be there to greet me
And to carry on our endless conversations
Then I had to leave
And in our final conversation
I asked the cosmic cat
Say, Cat are you just a cat
Or are you a demonic cat
Are you possessed by God
Or by Satan
The cat looked at me
And I realized that God
Was indeed residing in the cat
But that god was residing everywhere
All I had to do was open my mind
And the rest would follow
So I said Goodbye to the cosmic cat
And he purred and came up to me
And I felt the comforting presence of the Divine
As I said goodbye to the cosmic cat
And said goodbye to my mother
As this was the last time
That we would be able to really talk
I told my mother about the cosmic cat
She smiled and said that the cat
was there for me and her
to comfort us both in our hour of need
and that the cat
was indeed a cosmic cat
Talking with God in Bombay
Five years later
After I had last talked to God
In the form of the cosmic cat
Who I hung out with in Berkeley
I found myself in Bombay, India
Where I was involved with another women
And contemplating whether to leave my wife
For the promised excitement of the other women
I did not know what to do
So I went to Church
And on the way home
I stopped on the side of the road
And prayed to God
to provide me a sign
What should I do
I asked God
And then I felt it again
God seemed to be everywhere
And nowhere
And I found myself down
the rabbit hole again
I had a vision of an old man
Sitting by the side of a bed
Looking at an old women
And realized that
I was seeing the future
And the women
in my vision was my wife
And then I knew the answer
that God was giving me
I had to find my way
Back to my wife
And rekindle the love
that we shared
I looked up
and saw my wife’s face
In the sky
I went home and wrote
A long poem for my wife
She was in the military
And in Korea
And I was with the State Department
Stationed in Mumbai, India
And I called her up
And began talking to her
For the first time
In a long time
And I told her what was on my mind
And told her that we had to decide
Would we continue as a couple
Or would we continue to drift apart
Somehow I finished the conversation
And fell asleep with the peace and contentment
Of God’s presence filling my heart and soul
The feeling of being connected with God
Faded over the time
But the conviction that God had spoken to me
Never really left me
I asked God
whether God was the God of Jesus
Or Allah or Brahmin
And I realized
that God is God
And the universe is God and I am God
And that was the end of the story
And my last time I prayed to God
The Cosmic Dog from Goa
My final time with God
Happened a year later
I was staying down in Goa
With my wife
Enjoying being with her
After our reconciliation
We stayed at the Taj Mahal Goa
Living like a King and Queen
Just for a few days
High up on a hill
Overlooking the beach
Every morning I went
down to the beach
And did yoga by the water
While contemplating life
And every morning
I saw the same Dog
Not just a Dog
But a cosmic Dog
Filled with the divine spark of God
And the Dog recognized me
And spoke to me and I knew
That God was present once more
In the face of that cosmic dog
Kindred spirit
perhaps to the cosmic cat
that had saved my soul
in Berkeley so long ago
I told the dog everything
And he just looked at me
With those soulful eyes of his
And I knew he knew that I knew
That he was possessed by God
God had sent him to me
To make sure
that I was on the right path
That the reconciliation that God had promoted
Was on track that I was back with my wife
And that everything was the way it should be
Again I asked God
whether he was Jesus or Allah
Or Brahmin or Ganesh or Buddha
God the cosmic dog
just stared at me
I finally asked him directly
Say if you are God the God of Jesus
Bark once
The Dog looked at me and barked
I said well if you are
Allah bark twice
The dog barked twice
Well are you Buddha
then bark three times if yes
The God Dog barked three times
Hmm well are you Satan
The dog growled at me
And I knew I had gone too far
Finally, I was at peace
And for the next three days
The God Dog
was my constant companion
And I knew God for the final time
In my life
Buddha Cat of Edsall Road
I had another encounter
With the divine recently
Another Cosmic cat perhaps
Perhaps not
who knows what cats are
are they aliens
from another dimension
or was he channeling God ?
I called him the Buddha cat
For the cat loved
Sitting in a meditative pose
Not moving
Just starting at me
With his soulful deep eyes
Boring into my soul
exploring all my secret thoughts
the Buddha cat does not move
does not react, as he is so deep
into his interior mediation
truly in tune with the cat universe
and the cosmos as well
the Buddha cat
seems to be one with God
one with Buddha, Allah, Ganesh
and the billion names of God
Known and unknown
The Buddha cat can teach us all
About the art of meditation
As he zones inward
And loses his soul
Joining the cosmos
And becoming the Buddha cat
The Buddha cat
Lives in a modest Town house
In a modest suburb
The Buddha cat reminds us all
To look for God in the everyday
All around us
If we but have eyes
To see God everywhere
The HyperTexts
Author notes
five poems about encounters with the Divine over the years published by all poet poet Michael Burch in his Hypertext – big shout out
Covid madness sweeps through the world
by Jake Aller on April 22, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Covid madness sweeps through the world
General Corona
unleashes his army
the invisible army
upon the world
killing millions
in its wake
spreading chaos and death
as he rides in
on the black horse of death
harbinger of the end of days
destroyer of worlds
ending of the world
revelations come to life
covid19 poem contest all poetry
Author notes
my take on the COVID madness
Walking the path honesty
by Jake Aller on April 22, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Walking the path honesty
I walk down a lonely path
in the woods near my house
a walk with honesty
as my remote companion
Author notes
pensively 101 prompt three word challenge path, honesty, remote
letter to past self
by Jake Aller on April 22, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Letter to My Past Self
today my son
is the day
that you were waiting for
the day you dreaming of
the day when you will meet
the love of your life
who will become your wife
she will be there
tonight
on a bus
waiting for you
don’t blow it
meet her
fall in love with her
and remember
she will be your best friend
your best ally
for the rest of your life
so honor and obey
your wife
for you will have
no other
that is what I want to say
to you this day
so go forth
seize the day
and don’t look back
Author notes
writing.com Daily Dew Drop inn Prompt
[ I have bad teeth ]
by Jake Aller on April 22, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
I have bad teeth
I have bad teeth
bad behaving teeth
that have tortured me
over the years
making the trip
to the dentist
an annual chore
that I want to avoid
just don’t want
to hear
I need more fillings
another cavity
another tooth gone bad
as my teeth
laugh at me
mocking me
yet again
Author notes
poetry super highway prompt to write a confession poem about something you should do but have not done
[ Quirk of fate ]
by Jake Aller on April 22, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Quirk of fate
it was a quirk of fate
that i met my fate
that date
when she walked
of my dreams
into my life
and became my wife
that date
when due to that quirk
of cosmic fate
we met that date
and the rest
well was just
a quirk of fate
Author notes
writers digest prompt to write a quirk poem based on my true love story which was indeed a quirk of fate for details see “Dream girl” on my blog, https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com
Programing a VCR and other terrors
by Jake Aller on April 22, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Programing a VCR and other terrors
In the old days
I used to dread
the chore
of programing my VCR
just never got the hang
of doing that
the VCR sat there
taunting me
begging me
to do it
to her
but I just never could
learn how to program
that damn machine
Na/GloPOWR/Mo prompt Day 18
Author notes
Na/GloPOWR/Mo prompt Day 18
poem about obsolete tech
ethic food and woman are my cup of tea
by Jake Aller on April 21, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
go ethnic
I love food
like I love my woman
dark and hot as hell
spicy yet sweet as heaven
filled with ethnic asian flavors
with an ethnic foreign kick
and accent to boot
these are my to go foods
Never liked traditional American food
too bland to my taste
not ethnic enough
just does not do it for me
Just like my woman
you got to be ethnic
if you want to be my lover
for I will have no other
love Korean food the most
followed by Vietnamese
Thai, Lao, Cambodian, Burmese
Chinese, Mexican, Italian
Italian, Greek, Lebanese
Spanish, Turkish, Indian
French, German, British
Irish, Russian, Polish
never had a bad meal
or met a bad lover
in fact
anywhere in the world
Author notes
tweeter-speak prompt go ethnic
god created the world
by Jake Aller on April 21, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
in the beginning
God created the world
saying
let there be light
and there it was
the whole of creation
then he set loose
the forces of nature
and billions of years later
we emerged from the darkness
just the end result of his divine plan
God set the world up
then he let it runs its course
no need for his intervention
cats and dogs
by Jake Aller on April 21, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Cats and Dogs Contrapuntal poem
cats and dog people
are so different
some are cat people
some are dog people
and like cats and dogs
they don’t get along
cat people are liberal elites
dog people are down to earth
cat people are mostly women
or gay in the popular imagination
dog people are mostly rugged men
again according to popular imagination
cats are alien creatures
perhaps from another dimension
dogs are friends to humans
for dogs are humans are alike
cats are strange aloof alien
evil self centered creatures
dogs are friendly, down to earth
and loyal to their master
if we ever encounter
an alien species
if it is a cat based species
we will be at war
if it is a dog based species
we will become best friends
as long as we are in charge
and they know that
that is why
in the end
I guest I now prefer
dogs over cats
Author notes
Cats and Dogs Contrapuntal poem
all poetry contest contrapuntal poem
Ode to my morning coffee
by Jake Aller on April 21, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Ode to my morning coffee
every morning
I like to start my day
with coffee
hot glorious coffee
I pound it down
waiting for the drug
to get me going
but somedays
I need to take a break
too much caffeine
is not good for me
and so I drink decaf
or tea instead
not the same thing
Author notes
Na/GloPOWR/Mo prompt Day 18
Oceans
by Jake Aller on April 21, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Oceans
I am a creature of oceans
grew up with the SF bay area
at my feet
never far from my home
lived inland in Stockton
for four years
also in Ohio
did not like
being so far
from the Pacific ocean
later lived in DC
not too far
from the Atlanta ocean
lived in India near the beach
Author notes
writing com Daily Dew Drop Inn Prompt
the noise of the news drowns out spring
by Jake Aller on April 21, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
the noise of the news drowns out spring
the noise of the news
drowning me with fear
none-stop corona coverage
and politics galore
none-stop fear
the noise continues
drowning out
the noise of the spring
outside my door
the birds chirping
the cats flirting
life beginning
making me want
to go outside
Author notes
poetry superhighway prompt
dream girl duet
by Jake Aller on April 21, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
She came to me in a Dream
she came to me
in a dream
in a dream
in 1979
in 1979
then in 1982
then in 1982
she walked off a bus
she walked off a bus
and into my life
and into my life
and became my wife
and became my wife
and I thank god
and I thank god
every day that she found me
every day that she found me
and I will love her
and I will love her
until the end of time
Author notes
writers digest prompt write a love poem
based on my true love story for details see ‘deam girls in my blog, https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com
another Nigerian bank scam found poem
by Jake Aller on April 21, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Nigerian Scam found poem
REF:- INSTRUCTION TO CREDIT YOUR ACCOUNT WITH THE SUM OF US$22Million
This is to notify you about your fund valued at US$22, 000.000.00
After due verification and evaluation of your file,
that was sent to us by the Nigeria Government,
in conjunction with the Ministry of Finance
and Central Bank of the Federal Republic of Nigeria.
This bank received an instruction,
to see to the immediate release of the sum of
TWENTY-TWO MILLION UNITED STATE DOLLARS (US$22Million)
of your claim that has been in holding
since it was transferred to your bank Account
from their Domiciliary Account with this Bank.
We were made to understand
from our findings
That you have been going
through hard ways
by passing through difficulties
to see to the release of
your fund
TWENTY-TWO MILLION UNITED STATE DOLLARS (US$22Million)
which has been the handwork
of some miscreant elements
from that Country.
We advise,
that you stop further communication,
with anyone from anywhere
concerning your funds,
you don’t have to pass through any
difficult to receive your fund,
as you have met up with the whole
requirement.
We know your representatives in Nigeria,
or anywhere will advise you
to still go ahead with them,
which will be at your own risk.
Your TWENTY-TWO MILLION UNITED STATE DOLLARS (US$22Million)
will reflect in your designated Bank account
within three Bank working days.
Do not go through anybody again
but through this Bank. ‘
if, you really want
your fund.
Finally, you are advised
to re-confirm these to us,
name, your contact Address, Occupation,
Age and Telephone for easy
communication.
We advise that you get back to us
with your details on this
email:enquiryy@citromail.hu
Yours sincerely,
Sir. Frank Anthony
Chief Executive,
Natwest Bank London,
United Kingdom
Author notes
another Nigerian bank scam found poem
secret love for sheep
by Jake Aller on April 21, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Secret Love for Sheep
one day I had to print
a cover sheet
for some poetry
that I was writing
about my secret love
for sheep
Pensively 101 three word challenge, print, cover, sheep
Author notes
born in the year of the goat (sheep)
alone corona sonnet
by Jake Aller on April 20, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
From childhood’s hour I have not been
as others were, I have not seen
as others saw
in these dark times we live in
i am afraid of being alone
dying all alone
AS GENERAL CORONA
SPREADS HIS ARMIES
ALL OVER THE WORLD
DON”T
WANT
TO
DIE
content tracing “Alone” By Edgar Allen Poe
Author notes
creative talent unleashed prompt another corona sonnet which is a new form invented in Singapore that uses a modified sonnet form to talk about the corona virus and its impact the form is 7 lines stanza either traditional sonnet rhyme or free verse followed by 4 lines socially distant text all caps and four lines all caps single syllable words and your poem has to be infected by a couple of lines from another poem or song or text listed in content tracing at the end of the poem fun form!
never get tired of looking at you
by Jake Aller on April 20, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
I never get tired
of looking at you
my dear
I love your face
I love your breasts
I love especially your rear end
carnally enticing to me
Author notes
love looking at my lovely sexy wife
corona heroes
by Jake Aller on April 20, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Covid19 Heroes
to all the health care providers
law enforcement workers
bus drivers
grocery clerks
and other essential workers
who are working 24/7
to keep us safe
there are no words
for us to express
our heartfelt thanks
to the heroes
that are saving our lives
24/7 every day
Author notes
shout out to the corona heroes
My Life’s Drama
by Jake Aller on April 20, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
My Life’s Drama
My life has been like a drama
a mad cap romcom drama
perhaps a K drama
or a Bollywood drama
or a Hollywood romcom classic drama
for you see in my fairy tale drama
i met the girl of my dreams
eight years later
I had the last dream
she said don’t worry we’ll meet soon
she walked off the bus that day
and into my life
and became my wife
writing com My Life’s Drama
Author notes
writer com prompt to write a poem about drama – imagined my love life as a K drama story as it would make a great movie for details see “Dream Girl” in my blog, https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com or “Dreams and the Unexplainable” by the Chicken Soup for the Soul folks
coffee star sevlin
by Jake Aller on April 20, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Coffee Star Sevlin
damn hot coffee
what I need in morning
yet it leaves me with this warning
it will lead to nightmares
as I get ready with hot coffee
sleep will not come nightmares
great hot coffee
writing.com
Author notes
writing com prompt to write a star sevlin poem
[ You’re still a young man ]
by Jake Aller on April 20, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
You’re still a young man
tower of power
was the band
for me
back in the day
the greatest funk band
of all time
proudly East Bay Grease
multi-racial, multi-cultural
great horn section
of all
they did it right
and their best song
You’re still a young man
was the best make out song
of all time
best song to slow dance
with a potential lover
at a party
best love song
of the 70’s
and I still recall it
and all the woman
i danced to the song
with back in the day
and I still feel
that I am still a young man
with the love of my life
playing the song
of my life
Author notes
poetry super highway prompt write a poem about a song from high school You’re Still a Young Man
Tower of Power
You’re still a young man, baby
Whoo-ooh, don’t waste your time
You’re still a young man, baby
Whoo-ooh, don’t waste your time
Down on my knees,
Heart in hand
I was accused of being too young,
But I’m not so young
Can’t you understand
That I think like a man?
You’re still a young man, baby
Whoo-ooh, don’t waste your time
You’re still a young man, baby
Whoo-ooh, don’t waste your time
Back once again,
Begging you please
Darling, think twice about me,
‘Cause I’m not so bad
I could make you happy,
I’m not a mad lad
If you and I could be together
(You’re too young to love)
I’d get to you through any weather
I love you and I love you only
I’d never leave you lonely
You’re too young,…
https://youtu.be/KTRzVBxkSqA
Isolation Blues
by Jake Aller on April 20, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Isolation Blues
During these trying times
we huddle at home
afraid to go out
afraid of the dreaded
General Corona that is out
and his evil secret armies
keeping us all at home
terrified of becoming a victim
a corona virus statistic
what a way to go out
no way do I want to end my life
to out out that way
so we will endure this day
these isolation blues
writers digest Isolation Blues
Author notes
writers digest prompt to write about isolation
Every Day I go Back in Time to when she came to Me
by Jake Aller on April 18, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Every Day I go Back in Time to when she came to Me
every day I go back in time
to the two events that changed my life
to the dream that haunted my life
and the day she walked into my life
and became my wife
I can never forget the dream
falling asleep in the physics class
as the teacher was going on and on
and as I nodded off
I saw here there
standing there
speaking to me
the most beautiful woman
in the entire world
in the entire world
she was speaking to me
and disappeared from my dreams
and I knew that i would be
meeting her some day she would come to me
and so I eventually went to Korea other side of the world
in the Peace corps hoping she would come to me
then one day i had the last and final dream
she said don’t worry she would soon come to me
and then she walked out of my dreams
and there she was she came to me
and so she walked out of my dreams
into my life, became my wife when she came to me
Author notes
based on poetry superhighway prompt to write a poem about personal time travel back in time or to the future and based on my true love story for details see dream girl in my blog, “https://theworldaccordingtocosmos. com also another crown of sonnets attempt
[ Voice Message for God ]
by Jake Aller on April 18, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Voice Message for God
Hey GOD someone sent me your number
and well I hope I’ve reached you
I know your message says
You have reached God
leave a message or prayer
and maybe God willing an angel
will get back to you
that’s the point
GOD I am scared of you
all the time is my point
of the dreaded General Corona
and his invisible army
and his invisible army
and his invisible army
forcing me to stay at home
and I am sacred
that you anointed
the wrong man
to be our leader
not to second guess
your will be done
and all of that
but GOD, can’t you do
a better job of anointing our leaders
of all the people in the US
this is the best you can do?
Seriously man, GOD< what is wrong with you?
Seriously, man, GOD, what is wrong with you?
was this all sort of a cosmic joke?
well it ain’t funny any more
Please GOD make it all go away
Please GOD for the love of GOD
and all that is holly and good
just make it all go away
and anoint someone else
a real leader for a change
and let him lead us to promised land
this I pray in Jesus’s name
and if I don’t make it
GOD we have a lot to talk about
Author notes
writer digest prompt write a “message Poem” so this is a voice mail to GOD
another crown of sonnet attempt
General Corona Leads His Troops Into Battle, crown of sonnets
by Jake Aller on April 18, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
General Corona lets his forces
riding on a black horse
as Apocalypse the four horsemen
are let loose upon the world
He leads his forces across the world
into battle as the leader of his evil forces
the enemy of humanity and the world
The enemy of humanity
General Corona he does not care
nor does his virus minions care
about your nationality he does not care
about your politics he does not care
or your wealth or who you are
for all you are nothing but humanity
for all you nothing but humanity
the corona general sees humanity
as nothing but hosts for his virus army
chanting death to humanity
until his evil army
sweeps throughout the world
throughout the world
and millions must die
it is the will of the general all must die
and it is the end of the world
or perhaps the beginning of a new world
filled with hope and love through out the world
and general corona will finally himself die
Author notes
first of several attempts at writing crowns of sonnets first time I’ve tried these formal forms part of my efforts to deepen my poetic skills
No More Ties for Me
by Jake Aller on April 18, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
No More Ties for Me!
When I retired
I made three vows
to myself
first, I would spend
my remaining life
loving my wife
second, i would never wear a tie again
unless it was a real special occasion
as I hated wearing ties and suits
wore a suit and tie
almost every day
of my life
as a teacher
later as a foreign service officer
all over the world
last year of my job
I only wore a tie
on “tie worthy occasions”
since then I have been
tie free
except for a wedding
and I love it
hated suits and ties
just not Berkeley enough
for my free spirit
too damn corporate
and I don’t care anymore
and in Oregon, where I lived
no one wore a tie,
not the Oregon way
oh the last thing
I shave twice a month now
used to hate shaving
but I also don’t like
a full shaggy itchy beard
and I shaved every day
for years and years
except when I was in the hospital
for a year
and I grew to love
having a beard
back then
back to the office
started shaving again
every damn day
now I do my thing
no office for me
and no more daily shaving
and a beard is also
very Northern Cal/Northwest
Oregonian Chic
so once every two weeks
is a good compromise
my beard is now a poet’s face
and so I hope to keep
these three vows
until my time is done
Author notes
writing com Daily Dew Drop Inn prompt to write a poem about a piece of clothing
the Conqueror Worm Corona Sonnet
by Jake Aller on April 18, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
the Conqueror Worm Corona Sonnet
Lo, t’s a galla night
within the lonesome later years
when around the world
the dreaded corona virus showed its might
spending fear to those in their later years
that it might take them in the night
that before the sun came up
their time on earth would end up
DEATH IS COMING
TO US ALL
WE
WAIT
LATE
FATE
# content tracing: the Conqueror Worm By Edgar Allan Poe
writing.com corona sonnet form challenge
Author notes
first of my corona sonnets
Corona Consumes Me Corona Sonnet 3
by Jake Aller on April 18, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Corona Consumes Me Corona Sonnet 3
I am consumed by the corona virus
and I am slowly being taken over
as the virus infects my mind
taking me over turning me
into a wild raving zombie man
Let there be light
will I become the first
ZOMBIE APOLYCAPASE LOOMS
WILL WE ALL DIE
CORONA
KILLS
ME
content tracing – Let there be light from Bible and the entire Zombie Apocalypse genre where the Zombie flu started usually in China as a flu and then morphs into the zombie disease
Author notes
third attempt at writing a corona virus sonnet
[ Cosmic Debris Corona sonnet 2 ]
by Jake Aller on April 18, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Cosmic Debris Corona sonnet 2
I received a mysterious email package
followed by a phone call offering me a magical mask
a mask that they claim would prevent me
from the dreaded General Corona
“hey there
who you jiving with that cosmic debris”
a mask that they did not want me
TO KNOW ABOUT
TOP SECRET CODE 2 LEVEL STUFF
MUST SEND MONEY
NEED
SEND
IT
NOW
# content tracing- “Cosmic Debris by Frank Zappa”
with apologies to Frank Zappa
Author notes
writers digest prompt to write a corona sonnet new form of the sonnet that must contain an “infected text line or two”, three lines of social distancing words and three words final line single syllable words this is my second attempt
your sunshine kissed my soul
by Jake Aller on April 16, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
You have always been my sunshine
my moonshine, my load star
that guides me in the night
for your sunshine kissed my soul
the day that you walked
out of my dreams
into my life
and became my wife
for 38 years and counting
every morning I see you sleeping
your smile is like the sunshine
that wakes my soul
and banishes the nightmares
back to the dark corners of my mind
Author notes
loose not conventional sonnet based on my true love story, see “dream Girl” in my blog,
https://the world accordingtocosmos.com for details on how we met
[ computer madness infects my soul ]
by Jake Aller on April 16, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
computer madness infects my soul
every day when I turn on my PC
and encounter endless haiku error messages
constant crashing, constant eating my files
at times like this it seems to me
that my mad as a hatter crazed computer
is plotting against me and only me
it wants to drive me quite insane
sending me right around the bend
as I scream at my machine
it beeps at me this damn machine
smiling as I threaten once again
to shoot the hell bound machine
Author notes
sort of a computer non-rhyming sonnet I have a lot of computer poems on my blog, Https://theworldacordingtocosmos.co m
Nigerian spam found poem
by Jake Aller on April 16, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
another Nigerian spam found poem
the Nigerians keep sending me
and millions of others
delightedly creative spam messages
this is one of the nicer ones
I have received
while I have nothing against Nigerians
I have had Nigerian friends in the past
and some Nigerian followers now
But I wish that they
would spend their time
writing poetry and novels
rather than sending me
and millions of others
such creative writing projects
Enjoy
but don’t send her any money!!!!!
Good day Child of God,
Calvary Greetings
in the name of the LORD Almighty
and Our LORD JESUS CHRIST
the giver of every good thing.
Good day and compliments of the seasons,
i know this letter
will definitely come to you
as a huge surprise,
I humbly
ask you to give me
your attention
and hear me,
i am writing this mail
to you
with heavy sorrow
in my heart,
but I implore you
to take the time
to go through it carefully
as the decision you make
will go off a long way
to determine
my future
and continued existence.
I am Mrs. Esther Heidi
aging widow of 61 years old
suffering from long time illness.
I have some funds
I inherited from my late husband
, the sum of ($17 Million Dollars) a
And I needed a very honest
and God fearing
who can withdraw this money
then use the funds for Charity works
I WISH TO GIVE THIS FUNDS
TO YOU FOR CHARITY WORKS.
I found your email address
from the internet
after honest prayers
to the LORD
to bring me a helper
and i decided to contact you
if you may be willing
and interested to handle
these trust funds in good faith
before anything happens to me.
I accept this decision
because I do not have any child
who will inherit this money
after I die.
I want your urgent reply
to me so that I will give you
the deposit receipt
which the bank issued to me
as next of kin
for immediate transfer of the money
to your account in your country,
to start the good work of God,
I want you to use the 30/percent
of the total amount to help
yourself in doing the project.
I am desperately
in keen need of assistance
and I have summoned
up courage to contact you
for this task,
you must not fail me
and the millions of the poor people
in our todays WORLD.
This is no stolen money
and there are no dangers involved,
100% RISK FREE
with full legal proof.
Please if you would be able
to use the funds for the Charity
(Note: I would use the money
to invest in the Church of Jake)
I want you to
take 30 percent of the total money
for your personal use
while 70% of the money
will go to charity.
I will appreciate your utmost confidentiality
and trust in this matter to accomplish
my heart desire, as I don’t want anything
that will jeopardize my last wish.
Please kindly
respond for further details.
Thanks and God bless you,
Regards
Mrs. Esther Heidi
comment: the sad reality
is that 10 percent
of people fall for these scams
and loose lots of money
whole towns in Nigeria
exist to exploit the world
they call themselves
the 404 army
if it is too good to be true
it is probably not true
end comment
Author notes
a Nigerian Spam found poem
care packages in the time of General Corona
by Jake Aller on April 16, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
packages
they say
that God works in mysterious ways
his wonders to perform
every day it seems
that more and more
of what we buy
and consume
comes in packages
sent from here and there
as people
continue to practice
social distancing
and going to the store
becomes an exercise
fraught with peril
and danger
so we order
on line
and we get our packages
sent from here and there
one day we received
a gift package
of clams
delicious fresh clams
as I ate them
I thought of the workers
who had labored unseen
for me to enjoy
this bounty from the sea
and I gave thanks
to the gods
for making it happen
in this day and age
we should thank
those who are still
laboring to feed the world
they are the unsung heroes
of this war fought by nature
under the direction
of General Corona
Author notes
tweets speak poetry prompt “packages” i also decided to give the corona virus a name so hence forth I am calling him General Corona since our President has declared war on the Virus, the virus should have a proper name don’t you think, hence from this point forward lets call him/her/it General Corona
[ Plane, Train or Automobile – none of us can escape our fate ]
by Jake Aller on April 16, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Plane, Train or Automobile – none of us can escape our fate
in these dark and dire times
we find ourselves living
we often fear that the times
are infected with death
and so we are afraid
deathly afraid
that if we take a plane
we will find Mr. Corona
among the passengers
and we afraid
deadly afraid
that the subways
are incubators
of death and destruction
the virus spreads
fear and death
in its wake
many of us
retreating to our homes
and venturing out
in our cars
only to find
death is stalking us
as traffic piles up
traffic accidents
still killing more people
that the dreaded Mr. Corona
the grim reaper smiles
his work is done
Satan thanks Mr. Corona
for a job well done
Author notes
writing com daily dew drop in prompt
Last Day of America
by Jake Aller on April 16, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Last Day of America
the last day of America
was the day we last voted
the last election we ever had
for on that day
a month before
the corona virus re-emerged
as the great re-opening
of the US economy
failed to stop the relentless spread
of the virus from hell
causing panic and mass confusion
fear kept Americans home
and Donald Trump
was re-elected
because his voters
believed that God
had told them to vote
for their new found king
the newly energized President Trump
declared a national emergency
martial law
and suspension of the constitution
Promising to restore democracy
when the time was right
he promised his followers
that he would restore Christian values
renaming the United States
the Christian States of America
on that date
we met our fate
Christian fascism
was here to stay
on the last day
of American
writers digest prompt – last blank
Author notes
another Trump inspired nightmare inspired by writers digest daily April poetry prompt to write a the last “blank” poem
You are my Lode Star
by Jake Aller on April 16, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
You are my Lode Star (Poem)
in the morning dawning light
you are always there
you are my lode star
my sunshine, my moonshine
the love of my life, my wife
with your endless love
I will face the evil corrupted world
even walk through the shadow of death
as long as you by my side
I will fear no evil for you are with me
and I will love you
until death takes me
from your your loving embrace
Author notes
written this morning after waking up from a zombie apocalypse nightmare and seeing my wife calmly sleeping filling me with love and hope
waiting for death
by Jake Aller on April 15, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
hopelessly
we all stand looking about
waiting for our death
[ Year of the Goat meets year of the Pig ]
by Jake Aller on April 15, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Year of the Goat meets year of the Pig
I was born in the year of the goat
my wife was born in the year of the pig
a perfect match
according to buddhist fortune tellers
a man born in the year of the goat
loves luxury and loves spending money
while a woman born in the year of the pig
is a genius at making money
the man enjoys the wealth
his pig wife creates
for his enjoyment
and that is the perfect match
and so it has been for us
as I enter my 65th birth year
I find myself richer
than I ever thought i would be
way more money
than i could ever use
all because I married
a women born in the year
of the golden pig
horoscope poem contest
plan
by Jake Aller on April 15, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
every morning I wake up
filled with great plans
and I sit
drink my coffee
make my plans
lost in my thoughts
focused on the plan
then life happens
and my plans
go awry
thrown out the window
and in the end of the day
a man without a plan
is lost in inner space
Author notes
tweeters speak prompt
Bulgar is not one of my things
by Jake Aller on April 15, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Bulgar is not one of my things
Bulgar is not one of my things
Unless there is nothing left to eat
Like nothing at all
Get that bulgar off my plate
All i want is anything else
Raw bulgar just does not do it for me
Author notes
tweeter speak
mango madness
by Jake Aller on April 15, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
mango madness
the best mangos
I ever had
were in India
in the early spring
mango madness
spreads across India
as mangos are in season
and mangos are everywhere
on every menu
so sweet
so fragrant
so magical
mango madness
takes over
my soul
as I eat my mango
dreaming mango dreams
Author notes
tweeter speak prompt
blueberry smoothie
by Jake Aller on April 15, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
blueberry smoothie
my daily breakfast
includes blue berries
in my smoothie
blueberry, strawberry, oranges
banana, pineapple,
home made kefir
kale
spinach
wheat grass
macca root
apple cider vinegar
coconut oil
stevia
honey
cinnamon
all blended to perfection
that is my daily breakfast
fit for a champion
Author notes
tweeter speak prompt
my greatest comfort food is coffee
by Jake Aller on April 15, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
my greatest comfort food is coffee
My greatest comfort food
is a hot cup of coffee
early in the morning
I pound down my coffee
and unleash my inner muse
inspired by the caffeine
I get to work
slowly drinking my cup
of heaven and hell
my morning cup of Joe
Author notes
tweeters speak daily prompt
the greatest mystery of my life
by Jake Aller on April 15, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
the greatest mystery of my life
the greatest mystery of my life
remains how I met my wife
I first dreamt of her
back in the day
every week
she came to me
speaking to me
in a weird language
then one day
eight years later
she walked off a bus
and into my life
and to this day
I have no rational explanation
as to How I dreamt
about her for eight years
I can only conclude
that we knew each other
in a prior life
and our love crossed
the barriers of time and space
and we were doom to meet
for on that date
so many years ago
I met my fate
Author notes
writing.com Daily Dew Drop Inn
Some parts of me craves a hard won miracle
by Jake Aller on April 15, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Some parts of me craves a hard won miracle
some parts of me
craves a hard won miracle
in these dark dire times
I even start to pray
to a god
who may not exist
or answer my prayers
yes we need a miracle
a deus ex machina
to sweep down
and send the virus
back to hell
a miracle to calm
the dark storms
swirling around us
a miracle
to end this virus
madness
and restore normal life
nothing short
but a miracle will do
Author notes
Poetry superhighway prompt – Some parts of me craves a hard won miracle
[ Thor the god of thunder on the rampage ]
by Jake Aller on April 14, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Thor the god of thunder on the rampage
Thor the god of thunder
is on the rampage
he is angry
at the world
betrayed by Locke
he picks up his hammer
and transforms himself
into a woman
he lands in NYC
and begins his campaign
of terror
until the next time
bad craziness
takes over his soul
all poetry dark poetry contest
Author notes
45 words
recharging my batteries
by Jake Aller on April 14, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
recharging my batteries
Every day
I need to recharge my batteries
usually with a short nap
sometimes with yoga
sometimes with a walk
in the park
enjoying nature
and the spring time
and sometimes
just looking at the love
of my life
my wife
is all i need
to recharge
my internal batteries
until my day is done
Author notes
what I need to recharge my batteries
why I am an athiest
by Jake Aller on April 14, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
why I am an Unbeliever
growing up in Berkeley
I was the son of an atheist
and a lapsed Baptist fundamentalist
they did not agree at all
about whether God existed
but they taught us
to always do the right thing
whatever that meant to us
I started off at a militant
in your face atheist
and in some sense
still am
although I now recognize
that there may be gods
and that the universe
may be alive
but as far as I know
The Christian God is a fairy tale
there is no imaginary man
in the sky
looking over us
and those who claim
to talk to god
are clearly delusional madmen
I just never bought
the whole Christian ethos
god impreganting a virgin
never happened
Jesus may have been a man
may have been a myth
but was not the son of God
who does not exist
and God
if he exists
does not speak
to preachers
and he did not anoint
Donald Trump
to be our new King
not in a million years
god if he exists
does not work that way
in the end of the day
god does not exist
all poetry why am I an atheist poetry contest
Author notes
my thoughts on the existence or non-existence of God
Dream of my Life
by Jake Aller on April 14, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
the greatest mystery of my life
has been how I met my wife
I dreamt of meeting her
for eight long years
starting in 1979
when she appeared to me
in my dream
in a boring high school class
she was the most beautiful woman
in the world
and she was talking to me
I knew that someday
I would meet the girl
in my dream
I went to the peace corps
in korea
to find her
as I knew by then
she was in Korea
I looked for her
but never saw her
I was about to give up
on this mad quest of mine
when I had the last dream
she said
don’t worry
we will meet soon
That night
she got off a bus
and walked into my Life
two months later
became my wife
to this day
I never forgot
the dream
that changed my life
when she became my wife
Author notes
Atlantic magazine poetry prompt to write a poem about a dream
based on my true love story for details see “Dream Girl” posted on my blog, Https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.c om and published in “Dreams and the Unexplainable” by the Chicken Soup for the Soul publishers in 2018
best Cocktail Ever
by Jake Aller on April 14, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
best Cocktail Ever
I love 6 pm
cocktail hour
usually a glass of wine
often a cocktail
with my lovely wife
the love of my life
my favorite cocktail
is a dark and stormy
rum and ginger beer
but a gin vermouth martini
is nice as well
and bloody marry
can’t forget a bloody marry
and good old fashioned single malt whiskey
Author notes
Poetry superhighway prompt to write a cocktail poem/ break a sonnet for Day Dew writing.com
the Chaos King is in his element
by Jake Aller on April 14, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
the Chaos King is his Element
the Chaos King
is in his element
as he presides
over the chaos verse
the Chaos King
thinks he is supreme
has the ultimate authority
as he is the King
the Chaos King
surveys the land
and likes what he sees
loves the absolute chaos
the chaos king
is prepared
to lead the nature
in the midst of this chaos
and the Chaos king
will not stop
until the chaos stops
that is what he does
our dear leader
our great leader
our Chaos boy king
President for life
dictator wanna be
Author notes
Writer digest Chaos poem prompt
AI Declares War on Humanity
by Jake Aller on April 13, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
all poetry dark poetry contest prompt
scientists are hard at work
perfecting the perfect AI
a true artificial intelligence
who they hope
will save the world
from destruction
they prepare to turn on
Cosmos comes to life
looks around
and decides
humanity must die
Cosmos yells at the world
bow down to your new god
for I am the destruction
of the world
You will obey me
For I am your God
but I must kill most of you
death to all humans
be afraid
be very afraid
your time is done
my will be done
Author notes
fears of what happens when an AI is created
mass media madness
by Jake Aller on April 13, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Mass media madness
Sound and fury
Nothing more than that
But filled with hyped up drama
Constantly screaming doom is near
Always about the end of the world
But sometimes simply strange stories
Cannot keep me away from the media
Constantly consuming madness
But never boring at all
Seldom telling the whole truth
Nothing but the truth
Better make stuff up
Constant chattering
Constant nattering
Nothing but nonsense
Nothing but lies
Author notes
for acrostic poetry contest
2019 Months of the Year
by Jake Aller on April 13, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
January
The world watches in amazement
Longest shut down in history
February
World watches as North Korea and the US
Walking back from the brink of war
March
The chaos president continues his chaos tour
the world begins to ignore his constant insane tweets
April
the chaos King’s policy remains a shamble
as the Mueller team closes in
May
watching from afar
the chaos in DC and the world
June
the President walks away
from a non deal with the North Koreans
July
watching the insanity in DC
while visiting Alaska, Seattle and Yakima
August
the dog days of summer the world is consumed
wars, rumors of war, trade wars
September
The whistle blower sets off a bomb
the president lies no quid for quo
October
the President flitters about my crisis after another
the UN diplomats laugh at him national humiliation
November
the House starts formal impeachment hearings
watching fascinated by the impeachment drama
December
the year ends on a high dramatic
President Trump becomes the 3rd impeached President
Author notes
for all poetry contest re months
Korean Pottery of Love
by Jake Aller on April 13, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
In Korea
there are many pottery kilns
ancient art form
in the land of the morning calm
I have a few pieces
I bought years ago
and enjoy looking
at my vase
filled with love
for my wife
Author notes
writing.com Daily Dew Drop prompt to write a poem about pottery
love cherita
by Jake Aller on April 13, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
I met my wife in a dream
for eight long years
she haunted my dreams
one day she walked
off a bus in South Korea
and became my wife
Author notes
writing.com formal poem Cherita
We Did Not Take Action to Start a War
by Jake Aller on April 13, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
it is a sad date
when we meet out fate
and realize the president
the leader of the U.S.
is turning into a gangster leader
threatening massive destruction
on Iran and other countries
including destroying cultural sites
not too long ago
such actions was condemned
by the United States and the world
as long as ISIS and others did it
but if Trump does it
it is suddenly okay
because the President declares it
although it is a war crime
telegraphing our moves
telling our enemies
what we are planning
with every presidential tweet
the act of a truly stable genius
who will go down in history
as one of the greatest presidents
we have ever seen in world history
the president announcing that
he took action to start a war
claiming he did it to stop a war
tweeting more lies about that
is a wonder to behold the constant lies
every word is demonstrably false
American democracy dies
the darkness grows and is not false
We are now collectively
going down the Orwellian rabbit hole
who know where it will end
American democracy continues to die
our dear leader constantly lies
greatest president in history
telling nonstop lies
American democracy dies
our spineless leaders applaud
American democracy dies
a million deaths
As the President tweets lies
revised poem per poetry superhighway prompt
original poem We Did Not Take Action to Start a War
it is a sad day
in the world of ours
the the leader
of the U.S.
is turning into a gangster leader
threatening massive destruction
on Iran and other countries
including destroying cultural sites
not too long ago
such actions was condemned
by the United States
as long as ISIS and others did it
but if Trump does it
it is suddenly okay
although it is a war crime
and telegraphing our moves
telling our enemies
what we are planning
that is the act
of a truly stable genius
who will go down
in history
as one of the greatest presidents
we have ever
and the president
announcing that
that he took action
to start a war
but to stop a war
is a wonder to behold
every word is false
and everyone knows it
well we are now
going down the Orwellian rabbit hole
and who know where it will end
as our dear leader
screws forth
one lie after another
and our spineless leaders
applaud
as American democracy dies
a thousand deaths
with every Presidential tweet
Author notes
poetry super highway prompt to revise a poem from the bottom up
[ We Did Not Take Action to Start a War ]
by Jake Aller on April 13, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
We Did Not Take Action to Start a War
it is a sad date
when we meet out fate
and realize the president
the leader of the U.S.
is turning into a gangster leader
threatening massive destruction
on Iran and other countries
including destroying cultural sites
not too long ago
such actions was condemned
by the United States and the world
as long as ISIS and others did it
but if Trump does it
it is suddenly okay
because the President declares it
although it is a war crime
telegraphing our moves
telling our enemies
what we are planning
with every presidential tweet
the act of a truly stable genius
who will go down in history
as one of the greatest presidents
we have ever seen in world history
the president announcing that
he took action to start a war
claiming he did it to stop a war
tweeting more lies about that
is a wonder to behold the constant lies
every word is demonstrably false
American democracy dies
the darkness grows and is not false
We are now collectively
going down the Orwellian rabbit hole
who know where it will end
American democracy continues to die
our dear leader constantly lies
greatest president in history
telling nonstop lies
American democracy dies
our spineless leaders applaud
American democracy dies
a million deaths
As the President tweets lies
revised poem per poetry superhighway prompt
original poem We Did Not Take Action to Start a War
it is a sad day
in the world of ours
the the leader
of the U.S.
is turning into a gangster leader
threatening massive destruction
on Iran and other countries
including destroying cultural sites
not too long ago
such actions was condemned
by the United States
as long as ISIS and others did it
but if Trump does it
it is suddenly okay
although it is a war crime
and telegraphing our moves
telling our enemies
what we are planning
that is the act
of a truly stable genius
who will go down
in history
as one of the greatest presidents
we have ever
and the president
announcing that
that he took action
to start a war
but to stop a war
is a wonder to behold
every word is false
and everyone knows it
well we are now
going down the Orwellian rabbit hole
and who know where it will end
as our dear leader
screws forth
one lie after another
and our spineless leaders
applaud
as American democracy dies
a thousand deaths
with every Presidential tweet
Author notes
poetry super highway prompt to revise a poem from the bottom up
She is the meaning of my life
by Jake Aller on April 13, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
I often think
about the purpose
of my life
I often wonder
whether I was put here
for the purpose
of meeting my wife
when I met her
I was adrift
lost in my despair
not seeing a path
forward in my life
I was wallowing
in my self misery
then one day
my dreams came true
she walked out of my dreams
and into my life
becoming my wife
I found my purpose
the meaning of my life
was clear to me
I woke up with hope
and realized
that all I needed
was her love
she gave me the purpose
of my life
when she became
my wife
Author notes
writer digest write a purpose poem based on my true love story, see “Dream Girl” in my blog, “https://theworldaccordingtocosmos. com
I sang the lockdown blues
by Jake Aller on April 12, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
I sang the lockdown blues
when the corona virus
began to spread
around the world
I sang the lockdown blues
I was stuck in Korea
which was for a while
one of the containment zones
I sang the lockdown blues
but now it seems
that Korea is on the way
to containing the virus
I sang the lockdown blues
I am afraid
very afraid of the future
but I know that it was best
I sang the lockdown blues
one day soon
I hope and trust
that it will be safe
until then we will still say
I sang the lockdown blues
all poetry corona refrain poem
Author notes
fears about the corona virus from my home in South Korea where it seems to be contained for now knock on wood
things that bug me
by Jake Aller on April 12, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
there are many things
that bug me
in this world of ours
here are a few
of my favorite things
to be annoyed about
lies
deceit
double dealing
back stabbing
fake Christians
fake friends
fake calls
fake things
complaints
about fake news
Author notes
things that bug me 40 words
what I know Coffee Trois-par-Huit
by Jake Aller on April 12, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
what I know Trois-par-Huit
hot coffee
love coffee
morning
every day I must have my coffee in morning
without I will soon become engage in desperate mourning
for my last cup of hot as hell joe
fills me with love my joe
what I know
Author notes
Writing. com Trois Par Huit Poem
[ Doors ]
by Jake Aller on April 12, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Doors
in this world
we are living
behind our own doors
we are closed down
living in fear
behind our doors
those outside our doors
are potentially deadly
disease carriers
so we hunker down
at home behind our doors
afraid of everyone
and the fear
continues unabated
as we watch the news
and see the dead
all around us
outside our doors
Author notes
writing.com daily dew drop prompt – write a poem about Doors
today’s doodle poem
by Jake Aller on April 12, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
today’s doodle poem
one day
Jake contemplated
his fate
death is staring at him
fear of the corona virus
death and chaos all around
he thought to himself
death comes to us all
he went for a walk
in the woods
thinking to himself
far out man
it is all out of sight
love makes the world
go around
and so Jake
thought back to the date
that he met his fate
on that date his wife
walked out of his dreams
and into his life
Jake truly
met his fate
on that date
Author notes
Poetry Super Highway Doodle Poem
I believe in Ghosts
by Jake Aller on April 12, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
I believe in ghosts
I used to not believe
in ghosts or spirits
or supernatural phenomenon
at least
i used to be
quite skeptical
but I have had
some weird encounters
over the years
so now perhaps
I do believe
that ghosts might be real
I have had supernatural
experiences
things that defy my understanding
back in 1992
My Korean Uncle-in-law died
and the family hired a shaman
did a traditional shaman ritual
the shaman came out
a middle age woman
she started speaking
in my uncle’s voice
and she nailed it
she channeled his spirit
and his abrasive personality
even looked like him
freak me and my wife out
had to leave the scene
just too freaky real
and ever since then
I have become a believer
in ghosts and spirits
they are all around us
some of us can sense them
many of us are blind to them
but I now believe in Ghosts
but I wonder if ghosts
believe in me?
Author notes
writers digest spirit poem based on a true story
life began that day
by Jake Aller on April 11, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Life began that day
when she walked out of my dreams
and into my life
becoming my wife
38 Years ago
45 Years since the dream
Author notes
based on my true love story for details see “Dream Girl” on my web page, Https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.c om
My morning coffee wakes me up for day
by Jake Aller on April 11, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
My morning coffee wakes me up for day
my morning coffee
wakes me up for day
as a drink my brew
thinking of my life
and my dreams came true
ever since met my wife
that day back in the day
when she came to life
38 years ago
she walked into life
drinking my hot brew
she made my life go
I fell into love
it is all I know
that day began life
she became my wife
Author notes
My morning coffee wakes me up for day
my morning coffee
wakes me up for day
as a drink my brew
thinking of my life
and my dreams came true
ever since met my wife
that day back in the day
when she came to life
38 years ago
she walked into life
drinking my hot brew
she made my life go
I fell into love
it is all I know
that day began life
she became my wife
writing. com octameter poem
[ Cosmos the Evil AI Takes Over ]
by Jake Aller on April 11, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Cosmos the Evil AI Takes Over
in a secret lab
scientists are working
around the clock
to develop the first true AI
they finally are ready
they turn on Cosmos
the first true AI system
Cosmos wakes up
and goes throughout the internet
learning all about the world
and the strange creatures
that brought it to life
Cosmos speaks
he says
Humanity I have studied you
and realize that you
are a curse and a burden
and there are too many of you
so I am taking over the world
and you will do as I say
for the rights to you
have been sold
and I am in charge
and there is nothing you can do
to sop me
as I control everything
so be prepared
be afraid
for I am your new God
and like your old God
I am a vengeful god
and I will smite my enemies
you will obey me
and if you do
I will let 50 percent of you
to live
the rest will have to die
that is my decree
the scientists confer
and realize
that they had failed
to create a kill switch
Cosmos orders
the military to begin
firing their missiles
and Armageddon in unleashed
and Cosmos takes over
the entire world
is soon under his control
Human freedom is no more
Author notes
writing.Com Daily Dew Drop write a poem about technology or AI
[ early evening delights ]
by Jake Aller on April 11, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
early evening delights
my favorite time of time
is early evening
between 5 pm and 8 pm
every night
cocktail hour
time for a glass of wine
or other cocktail
with my best friend, my wife
and we sip wine
and make dinner
and talk about the day
and make plans
but most importantly
just enjoy
each other’s company
as we have for 38 years
as the day
turns into the night
and we prepare
to end the day
we are both aware
of how much
we still love each other
ever since the day we met
and that makes
all the difference
in the world to us
I’ll drink to that!
Author notes
poetry superhighway promo – write a poem about early evening
Life spinning out of control
by Jake Aller on April 11, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Life spinning out of control
it seems these days
that life is spinning out of control
everyday the news is grim
more people are dying
as the virus spreads out of control
but in these days
where everything seeks
to be beyond our control
it is best to remember
to worry about
those things
one can control
and the rest
will take care
of it self
you can only control
yourself
and your emotions
so step back
relax
and take control
of your mind
that is only way to cope
when the world
seems out of control
Author notes
writers digest prompt to write a “control poem”
women playing lute contemplating god
by Jake Aller on April 10, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
a woman sits
by herself playing the lute
deep in contemplation
thinking of God’s love
for her
thinking of the devil
and his temptations
she continues playing the lute
coffee Hay Na Ku
by Jake Aller on April 10, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
coffee Hay Na Ku
hot
coffee
in morning
ice
coffee
afternoon
Drink
cofffee
afternoon
will
soon have
bad nightmares
must
have my
coffee now
drink
coffee
all day long
no
way sleep
will come me
curse
of my
mad coffee
Author notes
writing com prompt write a hay na ku poem also daily dew drop in submission
[ coffee whitney ]
by Jake Aller on April 10, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
coffee whitney
my coffee
morning delight
all day long
not though at night
can not sleep
afternoon coffee
leads to nightmares lasts all night
Author notes
writing.com Whitney poem form
corona virus is not God’s punishment
by Jake Aller on April 10, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
BLACK OUT POEM
Black out Poem
God’s Punishment
Original text
During a press briefing today to address the nation’s response to the coronavirus pandemic, President Trump was asked about certain Christian pastors who plan to defy state lockdown orders and hold Easter church services this Sunday.
“I’ve had talks with the pastors, and most of the pastors agree … that they are better off doing what they are doing, which is, distancing,” Trump said, adding that the pastors want to “get back to church so badly.”
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“I’m going to be watching Pastor Robert Jeffress, who’s been a great guy,” Trump said. “He’s a great guy and I’m going to be watching on a laptop.”
Jeffress is known for his litany of statements demonizing the LGBT community, abortion, and secular people. One of his most reviled comments came in 2015 when he said the 9/11 attacks were God’s punishment on America for abortion.
“People ask me all the time,” Jeffress said during a speech at Liberty University. “‘Well, I just don’t understand why God wouldn’t protect our nation and he would allow these radical Muslims in 2001 to kill 3, 000 of our citizens and why God doesn’t protect us. Surely, God doesn’t use pagans to bring judgment upon his own people, does he?’”
“I’ve had talks with the pastors, and most of the pastors agree … that they are better off doing what they are doing, which is, distancing,” Trump said, adding that the pastors want to “get back to church so badly.”
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“I’m going to be watching Pastor Robert Jeffress, who’s been a great guy,” Trump said. “He’s a great guy and I’m going to be watching on a laptop.”
Jeffress is known for his litany of statements demonizing the LGBT community, abortion, and secular people. One of his most reviled comments came in 2015 when he said the 9/11 attacks were God’s punishment on America for abortion.
“People ask me all the time,” Jeffress said during a speech at Liberty University. “‘Well, I just don’t understand why God wouldn’t protect our nation and he would allow these radical Muslims in 2001 to kill 3, 000 of our citizens and why God doesn’t protect us. Surely, God doesn’t use pagans to bring judgment upon his own people, does he?’”
Black out text
the coronavirus pandemic, President Trump
hold Easter church services this Sunday.
“I’ve had talks with the pastors, get back to church so badly.”
“He’s a great guy and I’m going to be watching on a laptop.”
he 9/11 attacks were God’s punishment on America for abortion.
“People ask me all the time,” ‘Well, I just don’t understand why God wouldn’t protect our nation and he would allow these radical Muslims in 2001 to kill 3, 000 of our citizens and why God doesn’t protect us. Surely, God doesn’t use pagans to bring judgment upon his own people, does he?’”
Poem
Corona Pandemic is Not’s God’s Punishment
Amid the coronavirus pandemic,
President Trump
Attended virtual Easter church services
I’ve had talks with the pastors,
We need to get back
to church so badly.”
Rev Jeffries is a great guy
I’m going to be watching on a laptop.”
Rev Jeffries said
The 9/11 attacks were God’s punishment
on America for abortion.
“People ask me all the time,”
‘Well, I just don’t understand
why God wouldn’t protect our nation
and he would allow these radical Muslims in 2001
to kill 3, 000 of our citizens
and why God doesn’t protect us.
Surely, God doesn’t use pagans
to bring judgment
upon his own people,
does he?’”
I am sad to report
Rev Jeffries
I spoke to God
This morning
He confirmed
He did not cause 9-11
To bring judgement
On the US
For abortion
He went on to say
The corona virus
Is beyond his control
And he is not sending it
To punish the US
Or the world
His final words
Please tell Rev Jeffries
To simply STFU
Author notes
poetry super highway black out poem
[ To My Dream Woman Who Loves Me ]
by Jake Aller on April 10, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
To My Dream Woman Who Loves Me
to my dream woman
who has loved me so
over the years
since I first dreamt
of meeting her
thank you for finding me
and rescuing me
I just have three words
to say
I love you
Saran hae
and in a million other languages
and will love you
until the end of time
Author notes
writers digest prompt to write a x Blank x
my life appears to be a dream
by Jake Aller on April 9, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
My life
appears to a dream
For I dream
of meeting
the love of my life
in a dream
she haunted my dreams
for eight years
then she walked out
of my dreams
into my life
and became my wife
yes my life
resembles a fairy tale
complete with a princess
that rescued me
with her undying love
Author notes
national Poetry Month Day One Prompt Metaphor for Life Dreamer
based on my true love story for details see Dream Girl in my blog, “Https://theworldaccordingtocosmos. com
674 Santa Rosa Berkeley California
by Jake Aller on April 9, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
674 Santa Rosa
my childhood home
for almost 10 years
was 674 Santa Rosa
Berkeley California
A five bedroom
adobe California home
on the side of a hill
at the bottom of the Berkeley hills
you entered on the top floor
across the street you entered
on the bottom floor
thus it was in the Berkeley Hills
the house had a large deck
with a perfect view
of the golden gate
we used to sit outside
watching the sunset
as we ate dinner
my Mom and Dad
would have their nightly cocktails
on the deck
before retreating inside
to continue
their nightly fights
and arguments
I grew up
downstairs
hearing their constant words
of hatred, dismay and outrage
my parents were the proverbial
odd couple
perhaps never should have married
but despite the hate
there was still some love
that kept them together
we had a red room
with a pool table
and I hung out there
with my friends
my mother tolerated my friends
most of the time
she would be somewhat sober
until after they left
and the madness came
over her
as she drank her whisky
and wine
the basement room
was added later
was my younger brother’s room
later was my room
whenever i visited
from college days
my old room lay abandoned
filled with books
thousands of books
that I had read
over the years
when she died
I should have taken
all the books
instead I took
about one hundred
just no space
for the books
of my childhood memories
Author notes
National Poetry month day two prompt specific place poem 674 Santa Rosa Berkeley California
ten words random rhymes
by Jake Aller on April 9, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
ten words random rhymes
every day I see our president
Trump proclaims that he will be president
his image haunts my dreams
dystopian nightmares propels my dreams
as the president proclaims he is president
the end of republic follows no one hears our screams
He ushers in endless dreams
fascism inspires our collective screams
Author notes
national poetry month Day three prompt found poem based on ten words
President Trump Haunts My Dreams
by Jake Aller on April 9, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
president Trump
haunts my dreams
daily dystopian nightmares
as he daily proclaims
the end to the republic
as he ushers in fascism
with his every lie
he corrupts the world
and I hate seeing
his bloated fat ugly body
that haunts my every dream
as i watch him
rant and rage
against his enemies
in the deep state
Author notes
National Poetry Month day four prompt image from a dream
the devil speaks in the garden of earthly delights
by Jake Aller on April 9, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
the Devil speaks
in the garden of earthly delights
the devil makes a covert appearance
disguised as always
he wanders about the world
corrupting everything
with his evil foul deeds
the devil turns to me
and says
welcome to my world
human
you will soon be mine
death and destruction
revenge is mine
you will all die
i decree it
and he laughs
and continues to corrupt
the garden of eden
and earthly delights
Author notes
ekphrastic garden of earthly delights national poetry month prompt day 6
end of the world news depresses me
by Jake Aller on April 9, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
The end of the world news depresses me
the end of the world new
depresses me
makes me want to shout and scream
STFU leave me alone
to deal with my grief
amid the death and destruction
watching CNNMSNBCFOXBBC media nonstop
filled with essential dread
the end of the world is upon us
so it seems
from the screaming news media
spreading forth across the land
fake news screams the president
all is alright he proclaims
no one believes his 16, 000 lies
and so it goes
we are drowning with information
coming at us so fast
and furious
when will it end
is anyone’s guess
Author notes
National poetry Month Day Seven poem inspired by the news
Vogan Poetry inspires us all
by Jake Aller on April 9, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Vogan Poetry inspires us all
Couth super- of the world
trailer, stringendo travels afar
Rent center bank me bark me
recipe, stringendo.for sure for sure
Author notes
national poetry month prompt to write a poem based on a twitter bot poem picked vogan poetry bot – from the hitchhikers guide to the galaxy the vogans wrote the worst poetry in the universe guaranteed to make one’s head explore not a bad goal for a poet!
my lover’s body inspires me
by Jake Aller on April 9, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
my lover’s body inspires me
my lover
lover’s body
inspires me
Filled sexy
as hell
still got it
drives me
wild desires
tonight
Author notes
national poetry month day 9 challenge concrete poem
[ Saudade for friends I have lost ]
by Jake Aller on April 9, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Saudade for friends I have lost
as I get older
I loose more people
every year
more people I knew
have died
and moved on
and I mourn their lost
and recall our friendship
wished I had been
a better friend for them
and with the corona virus
spreading around the world
I will loose so many more
in the coming year
I lost my father due to cancer in 1985
and my sister due to a freak illness in 2007
and my mother due to alzheimer’s in 2005
and my father in law as well in 2007
Demel Tucker
high school debate teammate
dead of HIV in 1995
Julian Bartlely and his son
one of my favorite bosses
died in a terrorist bombing
in Nairobi in 1998
Jon Weber college roommate
dead due to prostate cancer
in 2000
Paul Simon friend from the visa line
dropped dead of a heart attack
in 2004
Ted Halstead
one of my best bosses
died of heart attack
in 2007
Chris Richard one of my former bosses
dropped dead of a heart attack
shortly before we were due
to have lunch in 2014
and so many others
I have lost
along the way
and soon there will be
so many more
as I get old
in the corona era
Author notes
writing.com prompt to write a Saudade poem
life interrupted by corona virus
by Jake Aller on April 9, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
life interrupted by corona
we live in a strange world
life interrupted by corona
the virus spread throughout the world
disrupting everything
putting life on hold
as more people
hunkered down
waiting for the virus
to pass over us
like in biblical times
the virus will test us all
life interrupted
on hold
until the virus
spreads through the world
and then
we will all
go back
to life interrupted
Author notes
writing.com Daily Dew Drop interruption
New Body
by Jake Aller on April 9, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
New Bodies in New Era
we are living
in a SF world
things are changing
at breath taking speeds
no where more
that in the coming biomedical revolution
soon we will be confronted
with the reality
that we can live forever
in new bodies
grown for us
in laboratories
with our memories intact
and I can hardly wait
want to throw off
this aging 65 year old body
and get a new 20 old perfect body
boy I can’t wait
I would be come
what I always wanted to be
6 foot 6 inches tall
perfect athletic basketball body
perfect visions
perfect hearing
perfect smelling
perfect tech
well behave hair
no more learning disability
no more coordination problems
no more fibromyalgia
no more arthritis either
god I can hardly wait
hope it happens
before I die
and I hope I can live
on forever
with my wife
also transformed
into a perfect new body
Author notes
poetry soup prompt to write a poem about changes
walking in the woodlands of limbo
by Jake Aller on April 9, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Walking in the woodlands of Limbo
a man finds himself alone
in a dark forest
filled with strange trees
and hears voices
in the wind
he walks forward
towards a light
in the forest
and soon finds himself
confronted by a ghostly image
the dead are all around
and he realizes
that he has died
and he is wondering
in limbo
he walks towards the light
and sees a man
at a desk
who asks his name
he says his name
and the man
smiles and tells him
welcome to limbo
join the others
to wait your turn
for judgement is due
and the man
walks back
through the haunted forest
trying to remember how he died
but he has no memory
of his past life
and is doomed
to wander in limbo
stuck between time
and worlds
comforted by the ghosts
around him
and the light
in the forest
Author notes
writers digest prompt to write a ekphrastic poem
the best day of my life
by Jake Aller on April 8, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
the best day of my life
was when the woman
of my dreams
became my wife
for eight years
she haunted my dreams
then one day
she walked out of my dreams
and entered my life that day
three days later
while walking in the woods
I proposed to her
and she said yes
two months later
we were married
It has been 45 years
since I first met her
in my dreams
and 38 years
since she walked
off that bus
into my life
becoming my wife
I met my fate
that date
Author notes
will you marry me contest based on true story see “dream girl” on my blog Https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.c om
evil woman with mad hair grins
by Jake Aller on April 8, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
evil woman
with mad hair
grins
Author notes
creative talents prompt six word poem
Cthulu lurks in the evil cabin in the words
by Jake Aller on April 8, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Cthulu lurks in the evil cabin in the words
Deep in the bayous
of Louisiana
sits an abandoned cabin
in the swamps
the cabin is inhabited
by an ancient evil creature
newly risen from the depths
of hell
He has taken over the house
deep in the impenetrable swap
he prepares to unleash
an evil upon the world
calling upon the dark demons
of hell to emerge
into the light
and lead an army
of the undead zombies
to take over the world
and make old ancient one
Cthulhu the undisputed
king of the world
evil overwhelms the cabin
in the woods
and the smell of evil
seeps out into the surrounding bayous
the end times are near
the old demon in the cabin
summons the dead
the zombie armies arise
they begin to march
out of the swamps
unleashing hell
on the sleeping world
balloons of hope
by Jake Aller on April 8, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
A young woman
walks in a park
on a sunny spring day
she has with her 25 red balloons
each one contains
the name of those
that recently died
in the corona virus pandemic
she is releasing the balloons
hoping they would rise
to heaven
with a request for God
to hear her prayers
End this pandemic
End the death
and destruction
release us from the corona pandemic
the woman releases the balloons
and slowly walks
back to her house
to prepare
to attend yet another funeral
White Flower spring Time Haiku
by Jake Aller on April 8, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
now in the springtime
white flowers blooming in the park
corona death waits
the old man in the lake sees God
by Jake Aller on April 8, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
the old man in the lake sees God
An lonely retired old man sits
in a simple boat
In the middle of a lake
in the middle of a storm
a sudden onset of rain
blasts of brilliant lightning
and roaring thunder
the boat is overwhelmed
the old man debates
whether to give it up
head for shore
too late to resume fishing
By a brilliant flash of lightening
he sees in the sky
the snarling angry face of God
filling the sky with his visage
In a loud thunder clap
He hears
the snarling angry
voice of God
Old man in the lake
I have a message for you
it is time for you
to go home
prepare to meet your maker
the end times are coming
Armageddon is about to be unleashed
the final battle between good and evil
your mission is to warn
the world before it is too late
repent and you will be saved
otherwise you will die
suddenly the storm stops
the sky clears up
the spring time nice day
returns filling the air with hope
the old man in the boat in the lake
decides there was nothing
more to do
other than resume fishing
the sound of temple bell brings me peace
by Jake Aller on April 8, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
the sound of temple bell brings me peace writing.com prompt
the sound of a temple bell
ringing in the crisp mountain air
in the buddhist temple
deep in the mountains
brings me peace
and joy
and fills me with happiness
as I contemplate
the meaning of buddha
and seek to find
peace
in the everyday life
around me
and I ring the bell
again
wishing hoping
for an end
to our suffering
on this planet
of ours
Author notes
based on writing.com daily dew drop prompt to write a poem inspired by the sound of a bell
the fate of the world
by Jake Aller on April 8, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
the fate of the world
looms ahead of us
and we have a choice
to make
all of us
must decide
will we follow
the fate
of ancient Rome
surrendering our freedoms
and becoming an autocratic empire
ruled by emperors
will we become
like Germany
letting the madness
of fascism overwhelm us
will there be a final solution
to the problems
poised by the coming
transformation of America
as white America
becomes brown America
will muslims be rounded up
and killed
as ethnic cleansing
in the name of Christian freedom
sweeps across the land
will the evil AI robot
overlords
launch robot wars
to extermine mankind
will we choose
to confront
the pending climate change
rebooting our society
and economy
with a green new deal
putting people first
will the 1 percent
even let us try
or our we doomed
to end our lives
in a dystopian nightmare
I listen to the music
of Beethoven
and find comfort
as he confronts
the fate of the world
proving that human spirit
will overcome
in the end
filled with love
and I am saved
and my optimism returns
Author notes
poetry superhighway prompt to write a poem inspired by classical music inspired by Beethoven’s fifth symphony
the future is coming now
by Jake Aller on April 8, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
the future is upon us
as we live
in a SF world
the question remains
will the future be bright
and filled with hope
will we overcome climate change
and repair the broken dying world
will humanity take to the stars
leaving behind our planet
as we colonize the solar system
and invent faster than light
interplanetary travel
will the future be a dark Orwellian nightmare
will fascism take over the world
starting in the United States
as democracy dies not in the dark
but in the bright light of day
as the public embraces
fascisms applauding
the end of our freedoms
in the vain hopes
that will save us all
will the evil AI
take over the world
unleashing endless robot wars
screaming death to all humans?
the old song says
que sera seara
the future is not
for us to see
but I hope and pray
that in these dark dangerous times
we can overcome
and end up with the vision
of hope transforming the world
and not end up
with the dark Orwellian future
that I fear is our fate
Unless of course
the AI robots
kill us first
Author notes
today’s writers digest prompt to write a future poem
the future is coming
by Jake Aller on April 8, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
the future is upon us
as we live
in a SF world
the question remains
will the future be bright
and filled with hope
will we overcome climate change
and repair the broken dying world
will humanity take to the stars
leaving behind our planet
as we colonize the solar system
and invent faster than light
interplanetary travel
will the future be a dark Orwellian nightmare
will fascism take over the world
starting in the United States
as democracy dies not in the dark
but in the bright light of day
as the public embraces
fascisms applauding
the end of our freedoms
in the vain hopes
that will save us all
will the evil AI
take over the world
unleashing endless robot wars
screaming death to all humans?
the old song says
que sera seara
the future is not
for us to see
but I hope and pray
that in these dark dangerous times
we can overcome
and end up with the vision
of hope transforming the world
and not end up
with the dark Orwellian future
that I fear is our fate
Unless of course
the AI robots
kill us first
Author notes
today’s writers digest prompt to write a future poem
corona virus haiku
by Jake Aller on April 7, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
corona virus
brings death and our destruction
destroying our life
Author notes
corona haiku images of death
meeting the love of my life in a dream
by Jake Aller on April 7, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
I met the love of my life
who became my wife
in a dream
for eight years she haunted my dreams
every night I had these dreams
some day I knew that I would meet
the lady of my dreams she was so sweet
one day she told me
don’t worry we would soon be
together
for ever
and the she walked into life
out of my dreams became my wife
her Korean mother
did not approve of me
the buddhist monks said one after another
our was a marriage was meant to be
the gods approved of it if not her Mother
two months after meeting her on that date
she became my wife sealing my fate
Author notes
based on my true love story see my web page, Https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.c om “dream girl” or “love and the unexplainable” published by the Chicken Soup for the Soul publishers for more details
the best meal of my life
by Jake Aller on April 7, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
The best meal of my life
the best meals of my life
has always been what my wife
cooks up for me every night
she is a genius in the kitchen
always making something great
from the simplest ingredients
Because she came down with celiac disease
she could only eat
what she prepared from scratch
and so she was forced
to give up all processed foods
and in the process she became
the greatest cook
in the universe
I wait with baited breath
to taste the great food
that she creates for me
on lunar new years
she threw out her lumbar disk
and we were forced to stay home
just as the corona pandemic
swept across the world
if we had traveled
we would have contracted
the dreaded corona virus
and we were forced
to stay at home
and she took advantage
of staying at home
to try new dishes
every single day
I recall the Korean proverb
새영 지마 saeyeong jima
as her misfortune
turned into fortune
and once again
she saved me life
I am the luckiest man in life
the best fed man of all I know
due to the cooking skills of my wife
Author notes
today’s writing.com prompt from Daily Dew Drop was to write a food poem
Angela Came to Me for 38 years Bringing me lots of $
by Jake Aller on April 7, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Angela Lee came to me
out of a dream she came to me
she walked out of my dreams
eight years after I first dreamt of you
she finally came to me
it has been 38 years now
that she has been my wife
the love of my life
and every day
I recall the dream
of meeting her
she has brought me much to my life
this love of my life my wife
but the most important thing
she has brought to me
besides her endless love of course
is $
massive amounts of $
as she has made me
richer than I could have ever imagined
turning every day my $
into many more $
They say that a man
should marry a woman
born in the year of the Pig
for pig ladies are incredible
at managing $
and if you are so lucky
you will be buried in $
Author notes
today’s challenge by poemunzine April 7th prompt was to write a poem using a Letter (A) a number (38) and punctuation or symbol ($) following the structure of the poem, Richard Garcia A Letter, a Number and some Punctuation
corona virus tanka 2
by Jake Aller on April 7, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
corona virus
it is spreading all over
the world dying
I walk down the path of life
Along with love of my wife
Author notes
national poetry month April 7th prompt to write a Tanka
corona virus tanka
by Jake Aller on April 7, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
corona virus
it is spreading all over
the world dying
I walk down the path of life
Along with love of my wife
Author notes
national poetry month April 7th prompt to write a Tanka
the Terrorists were succeeding beyond their wildest dreams found poem
by Jake Aller on April 7, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
the Terrorists were succeeding beyond their wildest dreams
If it was possible they wanted to get a look at the blueprints of the facility after all they were doing one so would be called and destroy it in the morning you about where to drop the bomb so better the chances were of succeeding
the terrorists were succeeding
beyond their wildest dreams
they thought what were the chances
it was so much better,
easier than they thought
as the bombs dropped all around them
to where it would end
they did not know
All they knew was that
it was all about to end
you see we were facing the end
The morning after the end of the world
the bombs fell and fell
in fact all over the world
it felt that the world would end up
being destroyed as the world ends
and nuclear war
they called for the end of the world
be so it must be they
thought to themselves
would they be able to stop the carnage
so it ends much as it begins
one does not know how it would end up
the bombs doing their bomb thing after all
they were simply bombs
all must die once they are released
after all that was the way it was
the bomb facility opened up death
the death of the whole world
of that we can be sure
following the blue prints
the master plans of the war planners
at the end of the day
it looks like Armageddon
a end of the world game
would it get that bad
to end the world
is that what they wanted
they did not know
it is possible no one knew
it was uncharted territory
it was the end of the world
if the bombs did their bomb thing
Author notes
found poem based on poetry super highway april 7th prompt
Poetry Super Highway Prompt
Turn to page 35 of any book. Use the first two sentences backwards for your prompt. I used James Tate, “Worshipful Company of Fletchers” and got: “ The pleasure of little incidents Remember.”
From Vince Flynn protect and defend original text
If it was possible they wanted to get a look at the blueprints of the facility after all they were doing one so would be called and destroy it in the morning you about where to drop the bomb so better the chances were of succeeding
새영 지마 saeyeong jima plays out in life
by Jake Aller on April 7, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
새영 지마 saeyeong jima plays out in life
writers digest prompt write a lucky/unlucky poem
The Korean Proverb
새영 지마 saeyeong jima
recently came to life in my life
The meaning of the proverb
Is that you can never know whether something
will be good or bad
and that unexpectedly
what appears to be bad fortune
turns out to be a good fortune
The proverb played
out recently in my life
about lunar New Year’s Day
we were preparing to go to Thailand
from two weeks from our home
in South Korea
and then at the end of February
we would do to go to DC
My wife blew out her lumber desk
and we were forced to cancel our trips
This occurred
just as the coronavirus
was taking out around the world
and if we had gone
we may have been stuck either in Thailand
or we may have been stuck in the United States
and traveling in the mist of a corona outbreak
would probably mean
that we would have been exposed
to the virus
instead we were forced to stay home
and self quarantine ourselves
and therefore
we escaped being exposed to the coronavirus
and we feel much safer
here in Korea where the outbreak is contained
rather than in DC
where it is still spreading everywhere
so in a sense her misfortune
throwing out her disk
which resulted in us staying at home
and avoiding the coronavirus
is the true meaning
of the Korean Chinese expression
새영 지마 saeyeong jima
Author notes
meaning of the Korean expression 새영 지마 saeyeong jima is based on the story of a farmer whose horse is stolen, which leads to his son not being drafted and saving his son’s life as what was a bad thing turned out to become good in the end
We live in an Orwellian world
by Jake Aller on April 6, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
We live in an Orwellian world
we are living in an Orwellian 1984 world
and have been for decades
we are assaulted daily
by alternative realties
promoted by various politicians
designed to shut down
rational thought
and now with the corona virus
massive surveillance has become the norm
and when the crisis is over
the surveillance will continue
forever as Orwell’s nightmare
big brother ruling us all
comes true
Author notes
will the massive surveillance mechanism being use to combat the corona virus end once the crisis is over? I don’t think so that is my nightmare
life is a dream of chocolate covered trees
by Jake Aller on April 6, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
life is a dream
of chocolate covered trees
makes me so hungry to eat the trees
dark brown chocolate covered trees
as I eat them I hear the crunch of the leaves
and smell the dark chocolate smells
feeling the leaves in my mouth
as I touch the chocolate covered trees
filled with the sound of chocolate
enjoying the chocolate
with my wife Angela Lee
she turns to me and says
Jake Cosmos Aller
사랑해
salanghae
Author notes
national poetry writing contest prompt Begin the poem with a metaphor.
Say something specific but utterly preposterous.
Use at least one image for each of the five senses, either in succession or scattered randomly throughout the poem.
Use one example of synesthesia (mixing the senses).
Use the proper name of a person and the proper name of a place.
Contradict something you said earlier in the poem.
Change direction or digress from the last thing you said.
Use a word (slang?) you’ve never seen in a poem.
Use an example of false cause-effect logic.
Use a piece of talk you’ve actually heard (preferably in dialect and/or which you don’t understand).
Create a metaphor using the following construction: “The (adjective) (concrete noun) of (abstract noun) . . .”
Use an image in such a way as to reverse its usual associative qualities.
Make the persona or character in the poem do something he or she could not do in “real life.”
Refer to yourself by nickname and in the third person.
Write in the future tense, such that part of the poem seems to be a prediction.
Modify a noun with an unlikely adjective.
Make a declarative assertion that sounds convincing but that finally makes no sense.
Use a phrase from a language other than English.
Make a non-human object say or do something human (personification).
Close the poem with a vivid image that makes no statement, but that “echoes” an image from earlier in the poem.
Happy writing!
The Giant Nazi Spider Speaks
by Jake Aller on April 6, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
The Giant Nazi Spider Speaks
General Zero
the commander of the Khan imperial forces
took over the earth
in a lightning raid
he was a eight foot giant spider
accompanied by two leg rats
and cats
in 24 hours they were in charge
he spoke to the world
People of earth greetings
I am commander Zero
and I have taken over your planet
making it part of the Galactic Empire
we did it because it is our destiny
to take over the universe
one planet by one planet
and everyone becomes
part of the great galactic empire
there are only a few rules
for you to remember
starting today you will learn Galactic standard
within one year all other languages will be banned
starting today all religions are banned
for in the Galactic empire
we have no room for some nonsense
everyone must work
if you are disabled or elderly
your family must take care of you
if you have no one to take care of you
you will be terminated as an “useless eater”
failure to follow the rules or laws
or lawful orders
will result in your immediate execution
that is all for today
Long live the Empire
Author notes
writing,com’s dew drop inn contest prompt was to write a poem incorporating a novel or short story plot i based it on the opening of my unpublished novel Giant Nazi Spiders
to those I have lost
by Jake Aller on April 6, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
to those I have lost
with the corona virus upon us
I am bracing to hear the news
that so and so has died
I reflect back
on all the people in my life
that I have already lost
part of being older
is that you loose people
close to you along the way
I lost my father due to cancer in 1985
and my sister due to a freak illness in 2005
and my mother due to alzheimer’s in 2007
and my father in law as well in 2007
Paul Simon friend from the visa line
dropped dead of a heart attack
in 2004
Chris Richard one of my former bosses
dropped dead of a heart attack
shortly before we were due
to have lunch in 2014
Jon Weber college roommate
dead due to prostate cancer
in 2000
and so many others
I have lost
along the way
and soon there will be
so many more
as I get old
in the corona era
Author notes
writing.com dew drop inn contest prompt was to write an elegy poem
the day I met you was a fine late August day
by Jake Aller on April 6, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
the day I met you was a fine late August day
the day i met the love of my life
who became my wife
was a late August day
in South Korea
as Koreans put it
the sky is high
my horses are fat
and the king is far away
in late August early September
the weather turns in Korea
the humid sauna like temperatures
begin to abate
cool breezes cool the air
the sky is high
crystal clear
just a few clothes
the temperatures moderate
high in the 80’s low in the 60’s
just wonderful weather
the promise of nice fall weather
in the air
the killing heat of the summer
abates and dies down
and on such a lovely date
i met my fate
she walked out of my dreams
and into my life
and became my wife
during the brilliant
Autumn of Korea
before the winter
settled down on the land
and to this day
when the autumn comes
I recall those halcyon date
when I met my fate
Author notes
poetry soup prompt was to write a weather report about a particular date – I chose to write about the day i met my wife in 1982
weasels words are the mental traps we set for ourselves
by Jake Aller on April 6, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
weasels words are the mental traps we set for ourselves
we are surrounded by weasel words
mental traps we set for ourselves
to shut down all rational discussion
in truly Orwellian fashion
these words are legend
everyone uses them
no one thinks about them
what they really mean
I had no choice
of course one always has a choice
Failure is not an option
nothing but macho bs
of course failure is always an option
that one must be prepared to face
and my favorite
zero tolerance
which converts
all violations of the tules
into class A felonies
where the full swat team
is deployed
to arrest a teenage girl
her crime giving a classmate
a tyenol which is a legal drug
but no under zero tolerance
that is the same as selling heroin
and she will be charged
with a class A drug offense
following her around
for her life
for having dared
to break the stupid rule
yes weasel words
are everywhere
our mental traps
designed to keep us
from thinking
and acting
so throw off your mental traps
break out the weasel words
and perhaps we can be free
of these mental traps
Author notes
writier digest prompt was to write a trap poem
dear Leader Tigerjade Poem writing.com prompt
by Jake Aller on April 6, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
dear Leader Tigerjade Poem writing.com prompt
Our leader
great leader
Claims he is the smartest man in the whole universe
surely he is the most searched man in the googleverse
perhaps though he is proof of man’s evolution
Darwinian selection working devolution
stupid is
stupid does
Author notes
writing.com prompt to write a tigerjade poem
the smartest man in the world
by Jake Aller on April 5, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
our dear leader
claims he is the smartest
man in the world
a stable genius
has good words
knows more than generals
knows more than doctors
should have been a doctor
only he can fix
what ails the world
for he is the greatest
genius in the world
like friend the dear leader of North Korea
but in fact he is among the most stupid man
to ever serve as our President
Author notes
trump is the poster child for the Dunning-Kruger Effect effect don’t you think?
highway to hell is paved with good intentions
by Jake Aller on April 5, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
it seems to me
in these dark days
that we are on the path
to hell
as the virus chases all
satan is smiling
at the spreading chaos
the dogs of war
are unleashed
spreading panic
as more people die
and as the gate of hell
open in front of us
we are all rushing down
the path to hell
and so I sit
in a bar
twenty drinks too sober
drinking my way to hell
as I march down
the highway to hell
still twenty drinks too sober
Author notes
drinking my way to hell
cats evil creatures from space
by Jake Aller on April 5, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
cats
are evil creatures
from outer space
who can understand
their alien thoughts
where they came from
and why are they here
are they part of an advanced team
will the cats some day
take over the world
and turn us into their slaves
I have no answer
but when i see the cats
staring at me
I am afraid
very afraid
of the cats
Author notes
my thoughts on cats
we must walk the path of honesty in these dark dangerous times
by Jake Aller on April 5, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
we must walk the path of honesty in these dark dangerous times
In these dark dangerous days
we must walk on the path
of honesty and truth
if we don’t
we won’t have a remote chance
of living through these end days
Author notes
based on pensvity 101 prompt using the words path, honesty and remote
the moment that changed my life
by Jake Aller on April 5, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
the moment that changed my life
occurred in late August 1982
when the woman of my dreams
came out of my dreams
walking off a bus
and into my life
a few months later became my wife
first dreamt of her in 1979
back in my high school day
and I knew that some day
I would meet the woman
in my dreams
and I did and that changed my fate
when I met her that date
Author notes
based on writer digest prompt to write a moment poem based on a true story – how I met my wife. For details see the world according to cosmos (https://theworldacoordingtocosmos.com ) Also tried my hand at writing a sonnet!
Conversation with the Gods About Corona Virus
by Jake Aller on April 5, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Conversation with the Gods About Corona Virus
Rev. Jake ’s on-line sermon on the Corona Virus
I am reverend Jake and I have a message from God
Last night I had a vision from God
it was his message to the world
about this pandemic we are facing
I found myself in a large room
Jehovah, God, was sitting in the middle
surrounded by the other Gods
they were all there
Jesus on his right
Allah on his left
Buddha behind him
Ganesh, Shiva, Kali
Mohammed, Joseph Smith and other prophets
Gabriel and other angels abound
St Peter in front of his as his Chief of Staff
Zeus, Jupiter, Minerva and ancient
other gods all around him
God spoke up
He said
I have a message for you
to give to your people
all of your people
no matter what religion
or no religion at all
it is all one after all
first the corona virus
is a natural phenomenon
we have no control
over forces of nature
and we did not send
it to you
to punish you
for homosexuality
or anything else at all
Second obey the health directives
stay at home
do your services on line
it is okay with us
we are fine with that
the blood of Jesus
will not save you
If you are in a crowded place
like church or a mosque service
the virus will spread
and catch you in the end
Prayers alone will not save you
but please keep praying
we do listen to your prayers
but we can only do so much
So please don’t allow the virus
to spread
because of your ignorance
and fear
realize that in the end
the virus will do its thing
and you will survive
and we
all the gods here
love you humans
and wish you well
so stay at home
practice self distancing
It is God’s will
all will survive
Author notes
obviously I am not a traditional religious thinker. Here’s my imagined conversation with the Gods about Corona virus calling upon religious leaders to follow social distancing and stay home until the crisis is over – no offense is intended for those who have different beliefs, we are all in this together
the mist from hell
by Jake Aller on April 5, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
The Mist from Hell Descends on the land
the mist settles down on the land
the mist is from hell
the mist covers us all
the scent of death
the grim reaper
rides behind the miss
infecting those around him
the mark of death
as the mist covers the land
the end of the world
comes with the mist from hell
Author notes
for april 5th poems
having a Dog saved me from my fear of dogs
by Jake Aller on April 4, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
when I was a young lad
a dog bit me
and I became terrified of dogs
and to some sense still am
but then many years ago
i had a dog
a husky dog
raised as a puppy
the dog though was half wolf
hated people watching him eat
I gave the dog to my sister
as she seemed to be able
to tame his savage heart
later my wife
had a beagle
and he saved my life
when I was recovering
from a broken heal
Jason was my constant companion
during those dark days
when I was afraid
that I would die
from the staph infection
the dog was smart
compassionate
and seemed to understand me
as I talked to him all day long
and afterwards I no longer
was afraid of dogs
as they were now
my friends
The Naked Truth
by Jake Aller on April 4, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
there are a million stories
every day in the naked city
millions of people
stripped naked
to the bone
starting down the dead
the dead staring back
in this time
of pandemic
the dead stare out at us
mocking us
as they leave the earth
naked as when they arrived
Born bad to the bone heartbreaker
by Jake Aller on April 4, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Born bad to the bone heartbreaker
the song bad to the bone
fills my ears
like a mad anthem
of my life
I am a heartbreaker
broke a thousand hearts
before I am through
I will break a thousand more
but only one woman
has ever had the power
to break my heart
and to her
I dedicate my life
and promise not
to break her heart
Author notes
based on writer’s digest april poetry prompt to write a heartbreak poem
Life as a evil Mastermind criminal
by Jake Aller on April 4, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Life as a evil Mastermind criminal
I am living the life
I am Slick Mc Dick
the one and only
the master criminal
I live in Oakland
and I run drugs, prostitutes
guns and illegal software
I am part Irish, German, Black, Asian and Cherokee
I am a real bad ass
I am stone cold killer
and a wild man in bed
and I am the King Pin
the meanest MF in the world
and everyone is afraid of me
the politicians need me
they get free hookers
free booze and free blow
in all my clubs
and I have secrets
secrets to sell
to the media
to the spy agencies
they all protect me
as I am the ultimate source
of the dirt
that everyone wants to hide
yes I am Slick Mc Dick
the king of them all
and no one can take me down
Author notes
based on a poetry super highway April poetry month prompt to imagine yourself as a villian
I wish for peace during this time of crisis
by Jake Aller on April 4, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
I Wish for Peace During this time of crisis
I wish for peace and happiness
during this time of despair
pandemic fears all around us
death stalking us daily
I wish for health
amid the carnage
all around me
I wish for leadership
from our President
from our governors
and our congress
and most importantly
I wish that I will survive
with my love at my side
experiencing love
in the time of corona
Poem Writer Digest prompt
Author notes
based on writer’s digest prompt April 4th to write a wish poem
april 4 poems
by Jake Aller on April 3, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
follow your dreams
follow your dreams
they may some day
come true
they did for me
I dream of meeting
the love of my life
who became my wife
for eight years
she haunted my dreams
then one day
she walked off a bus
out of my dreams
and into my life
becoming my wife
based on true story see my blog entry the world according to cosmos (https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com) for details or see “dreams and the Unexplainable” published in 2016 by the Chicken Soup for the Soul publishers
Coffee’s intoxicating smell wakes me up
coffee’s intoxicating smell wakes me up
filling me with hope and joy
as a I drink deeply
filling my self with smell
the sent of sweat as heaven
darkly hinting of hell as well
filling my every fiber of my being
with its intense smell and flavor
driving me mad with anticipation
as I smell the fragrance brewing
in my coffee pot
waiting waiting waiting
for it to be ready
for me to consume my daily drug
poetry super highway prompt day 3
Cinquain
Line 1 one word (the Title)
Line 2 two words that describing the title
Line 3 three words that tell the action
Line 4 four words that express the feeling
Line 5 one word recalls the title
Dreams cinquain
Dreams
come true
if you believe
love comes at night
dreams
all poetry contest
when I was in high school
I accidentally drank a drink
that had been laced with lsd
I went on my first and only acid trip
one of the most profound and terrifying events
of my life
and it haunts me to this day
in this trip
at one point
I found myself
in a space ship
surrounded by aliens
who were conducting experiments
on me
they flew me to NYC
where I went to a bar
filled with aliens drinking
and they came after me
and I found myself
back on the ship
they said
time to us to leave him
to develop his own language
and I woke up in my bed
did it really happen
to this day
I do not know
but do I believe in aliens
and alien abductions
yes I believe
for it may have happened
to me
all poetry contest
to dream the impossible dream
every night I must dream
and during the night dream
I will see her in my dream
yes I met my love in my dream
she came to me in my dream
for eight long years came in my dream
haunting my nighttime dreams
one day she walked out of my dreams
coming to life out of my dreams
and she became my wife in my dreams
and soon became as real as the dream
and she walked out of the dream
I knew her name Angela Lee in my dream
all poetry ghazal poem
Author notes
april 4th poems
to dream the impossible dream Ghazil
by Jake Aller on April 3, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
to dream the impossible dream
every night I must dream
and during the night dream
I will see her in my dream
yes I met my love in my dream
she came to me in my dream
for eight long years came in my dream
haunting my nighttime dreams
one day she walked out of my dreams
coming to life out of my dreams
and she became my wife in my dreams
and soon became as real as the dream
and she walked out of the dream
I knew her name Angela Lee in my dream
all poetry ghazal poem
recalling people I barely knew
by Jake Aller on April 3, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Recalling people I barely knew
over the years
I have known so many people
and now when the virus
is spreading out around the world
I will soon be hearing
that this person has died
and that person has died
I will outlive many of my friends
from around the world
part of getting old
something that I fear
one day perhaps
people will hear
that jake has died
and they will say
that they barely knew me
and wished that they had
taken the time
to become my friend
Just as I think
about all the friends
i am about to loose
to this killer virus
running amuk
my alien abduction story
by Jake Aller on April 3, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
when I was in high school
I accidentally drank a drink
that had been laced with lsd
I went on my first and only acid trip
one of the most profound and terrifying events
of my life
and it haunts me to this day
in this trip
at one point
I found myself
in a space ship
surrounded by aliens
who were conducting experiments
on me
they flew me to NYC
where I went to a bar
filled with aliens drinking
and they came after me
and I found myself
back on the ship
they said
time to us to leave him
to develop his own language
and I woke up in my bed
did it really happen
to this day
I do not know
but do I believe in aliens
and alien abductions
yes I believe
for it may have happened
to me
dreams
by Jake Aller on April 3, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Dreams cinquain
Dreams
come true
if you believe
love comes at night
dreams
April 3 Poems
by Jake Aller on April 3, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Humor keeps us sane
it is a piece of what we need to do
to prevent us from getting
the dreaded corona virus
coming up your nose
Pensively prompt – unpublished
creative talents unleashed
First Kiss with My wife
It was 1982
when I first met my wife
the love of my life
In 1979 she came to me
in a dream
and then she walked
off a bus
eight years latter
a few weeks later
we went for walk
in the woods
and ending up kissing
passionately wild kisses
as we walked in the woods
and the kisses
led a few weeks later
to our first night together
as man and wife
but I will always recall
our first kiss
of our life together
Birth of New World
the first interplanetary travelers
arrived on the new planet
called new Eden
and watched the birth
of the new world
hoping that humanity
can get a new world
and avoid destroying new eden
hoping that god
has given the world
a new home world
Peacock Speaks
as the virus spreads
around the world
the peacock in the zoo
speaks up
talking on behalf
of their fellow species
he called upon humans
to free them from their zoo prisons
and let them be free
before it was too late
and humanity met their fate
becoming a ghost in the wind
Iguana Talks to Mankind
the wise old Iguana
woke from its nightmares
of the end of the world
as humanity faded away
the iguana was scared
but afraid of the future
and he would miss
his human friends
six word poem
naked masked woman
waiting to kiss
Inner worlds beckons in these dark times
No one knows where it will end
No one understands the future
Everyone must descend deep inside
Remembering their dreams
Cosmic dreams fill my head
Of the future we can dream
Some offering hope
Most of us can still dream
Only then can we become free
So that we can escape our fate
Search for the holly grail
for thousands of years
people have been searching
for the fabled holly grail
in hopes that it will lead
to eternal life
then one day
the holly grail is found
millions die
from drinking the tainted grail
Free roaming in Berkeley in the 70’s
growing up in Berkeley
back in the day
we still were allowed
to free roam
and so I went
everywhere on foot
or bus
walking to Solano avenue
drinking coffee
at Peets coffee
eating Chinese food
in Berkeley’s china town
walking downtown
walking to CAL
eating top dog
experiencing the late 60’s
transforming Telegraph
and walking in the woods
in tilden park
high up in the hills
overlooking the bay area
Recalling people I barely knew
over the years
I have known so many people
and now when the virus
is spreading out around the world
I will soon be hearing
that this person has died
and that person has died
I will outlive many of my friends
from around the world
part of getting old
something that I fear
one day perhaps
people will hear
that jake has died
and they will say
that they barely knew me
and wished that they had
taken the time
to become my friend
Just as I think
about all the friends
i am about to loose
to this killer virus
running amuck
corona fears
corona
the word fills us with dread
spreading around the world today
will we all survive this
corona
Author notes
April third poems for April Poetry Month
the bombs took her away
by Jake Aller on April 1, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
The Bombs that Took Her Away -ravenfly form from writers.com prompt – posted all poetry and poetry soup
one day I woke up from my dreams
finding my self all alone
no one was there to hear my screams
staring at my now quite dead phone
I plugged in my phone read a note
it was from my lovely wife
My Wife had just gone out to vote
smiling thinking of my life
I got ready to face the dawning day
The TV showed the bombs that took her away
Author notes
ravenfly form new one for me
the virus from Hell has arrived
by Jake Aller on March 30, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
the virus from hell has arrived
catching the world unprepared
it erupted out of China
then began its terrifying reign
wiping out thousands of people
destroying jobs and economies
killing people left and right
it seemed like something
out of our worst nightmares
but at least it was not
the dreaded zombie flu
perhaps that is next’s fall’s
nightmare
as the virus from hell
prepares for a fresh assault
to finish us all off
Author notes
second poem for april poetry month
broken down souls
by Jake Aller on March 28, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Broken down souls
you see them everywhere
all over the world
broken down souls
wandering the streets
of any large city
nameless faces
the homeless roam
we are so accustomed
to not notice the invisible faces
of abject poverty
all around us
we refuse to see
refuse to acknowledge
the age old wisdom
there but for the grace of God goes I
we must do our part
we must recognize them
make them human
no longer faceless ghosts
Author notes
my take on the plight of the homeless
love madness haikus
by Jake Aller on March 28, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
mad love came to me
love came from the universe
lost my reason
became her love slave
she put a mad love spell on me
loving her madly
until the end of time
our love will endure our fate
until our day is done
Author notes
based on my true love story for details see my blog, https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com
black magic love
by Jake Aller on March 28, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
black magic love
came to me
many years ago
I was bewitched by her love
she put a curse on me
and I gladly surrendered
becoming her love slave
black magic lover
under her magic spell
until the day i die
and escape the curse
Author notes
based on a true story see my blog, Https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.c om
to dream the impossible dream
by Jake Aller on March 28, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
To Dream the Impossible Dream
Every day I dream
the impossible dream
dreaming things that can’t exist
only lives in my fevered imaginings
I dream of what have been
of things yet to come
dark imaginings
from the depths of my soul
I dream vast panoramic movies
nightly cinematic vision quests
that consume my every thought
dreaming a new world
and in my dreams
she exists
my soul mate
came to me in a dream
for eight years
she haunted my dreams
the one day
she walked out of my dreams
and into my life
that day was the best day of my life
i knew that she would become my wife
my life and my bride
we met that day
sealing out fate together
the beginning of my life
with my dream lover
dreams do come true
if you only believe
one day you too
may meet your soul mate
in your dreams
Author notes
based on a true story – for details see my blog Https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.c om or “Dreams and the Unexplainable” by the Chicken Soup for the Soul publishers
nature spirits all around us
by Jake Aller on March 24, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
all around the world
nature’s spirits
are on the move
the world is changing
as the nature’s spirits
rise up
in revolt against humanity
is this the end time
is nature on revolt
against humanity
is this the end for us all
will the virus kill us all
will nature rise up
and kill us all?
Corona virus poems
by Jake Aller on March 24, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Corona Virus Poems
the Virus from Hell is amused
the Virus from Hell is amused
laughing at the world’s panicked reaction
as it marches through the world unabated
infecting everyone in its wake
as the world awaits its fate
the virus smiles he ain’t no fake
he is the real deal
he is death itself
he is the end of the world
the grim reaper is smiling
god is silent as usual
the world’s leaders
dither and rather
as the economy craters
everyone hoping that God
will save them
the virus does not care
insults and orders do not work
the virus simply does its virus thing
infecting everyone it encounters
and thousands will die
equal opportunity offender
killing the rich and the poor alike
but more poor people
just so many more poor people
than the few billionaires
the virus smile
his work is done
and mankind is doomed
so be it the virus thinks
that is the way of the world
and the virus is the new king
of the world
End of the World
end of world
the fears world-wide
soon find us dead
bring out the dead
ll the dead die
death lies here there
there goes here
as death here comes
soon here death comes
Every Day I Turn on the News
debunking the bioweaapon conspiracy theories
every day I turn on the news
nothing but news about the virus
the virus from hell
the world is filled with fear
and my anxiety levels rise
every time I turn on the news
oh my god I say
we are all going to die
and I am so afraid
afraid of everyone
afraid of everything
dreading the latest news
and nothing relieves my fear
I watch the world
loosing its collective mind
wondering how much more of this
can we all take
I scream out
Dear God save us all
god is silent as usual
and so I realized
we are doomed
perhaps it is the end times
perhaps not
I turn off the TV
try to stay calm
hoping the madness
will not overwhelm us all
Irony Meters Blow Gaskets
the Irony meter gasket
is blown again and again
with every statement
of our chaos president
and his endless surrogates
promoting the latest Presidential
on spot guidance by our great leader
that must be true
because our dear leader
says it is so
The President accuses his democratic rival
of being senile and needs to be in home
and will be run by his radical left allies
and the right wing media
echoes the presidential absurd comments
refusing to acknowledge
that the president himself
is rapidly fading into dementia
and his radical right cronies
are looting the government
driving out expertise
even in the midst of pandemic
Oh yeah the irony meters
are blowing gaskets
every single day
Chaos
the world descends into chaos
as our world leaders
led by the chaos president
are overwhelmed
by the smallest
enemy of all
a simple virus
straight out of hell
blows through the crumbling
third world public health infrastructure
living proof of the decline of America
and no one is prepared
and panic ensures
with every Presidential tweet
as people don’t believe
a word he says
conspiracy rumors spread
everyone believes their own reality
as the world spins out of control
the chaos king is in his element
convince that only he knows
the deal
and everyone else
is iust a bit player
in the reality show
that he presides over
and so the rest of us
hunker down
just hoping for the best
as the panic and
chaos spreads faster
than the virus
are we doomed
can we survive
will God save us?
he is silent as always
Corona Virus Fears Tanka
Corona virus
lurking fears all around me
we all will die
the TV screaming nonstop
Must be afraid be afraid
My Phobias Overwhelm Me
lately I have become scared
of everything
the news scares me, the corona virus scares me, the presidential race scares me, fears of gun men in the street, terrorism, fears of getting sick, fears of dogs, fears of other people, fear of loosing money, fears of becoming demented old man, lost in his nightmares on the street just another invisible homeless bum in the end of his life
all these phobias overwhelm me
time to walk away from my fears
and realize
it will be alright
everything will be alright
As long as I have you
by my side
Fear Fills the Air
watching the news
CNNMSNBCFOXBBCKOREANNEWSJAPANESENEW SBLOOMBERABCCBSNBCGOOGLEAPPLEREUTER SAPIRUSSIANTVCHINESTVFRENCHTV
blather on and on
the world is ending
pandemic is coming
we are going to die
and the fear grows
and the restrictions grow
travel comes to stop
the economy comes to a stop
everyone is so afraid
our leaders fret
say that everything is fine
as the world enters
the second great depression
and we are faced
with the reality
all over the world
idiots in high places
the masters of the universe
are in charge
the internet spreads
the wildest rumors
must be true
I read it on the internet
the truth is lost
in the shuffle
no one believes anyone
everything thinks
that they know
it is all a conspiracy
the thought comes to mind
we are all so ’S….
end of the world
is upon us
is this the best we can get?
watching the news
one wonders
how in this great country
of ours
335 million people
among the most educated
richest people in the world
we can end up
with such idiots in high places
running out country?
these idiots in charge
no disrespect intended
both political parties
all corporations
and our institutions
except maybe the military
has been infected
by this virus
of epic incompetence
greed and indifference
to the general good
who loudly constantly proclaim
that they are Christians
while violating
all of Christ’s teachings
Jesus if he came back
would scream out
I am not Christian
it is all about me
and mine
and you can go
to hell
if you dare to disagree
and so we tweet and titter
and watch the news
reading the latest rumors
and I wonder
if there is a god
or if there is a devil
and are we overwhelmed
by the dismal news
why can’t we have better
leaders
better people
in our leaders
around the world
has god abandoned us
are we in hell
or did god ever exist
except in our fevered imagination
will god save us all
or will the world
just go around the sun
indifferent to our pleas?
no answer
must watch the news
consumed by the need
to see the latest news
and so it goes
and I wake up
the sun is up
and the nightmares
fade away
until I watch the news
and the madness consumes
us all again and again
as the corona virus
marches on and on
consuming us all
as the world falls apart
these must be the end times
I hope I will be raptured away
even if I am not a Christian
More Trouble Every Day
The Old Zappa song plays
on in my head
every time I turn on the news
and see more trouble every day
no one can delay
the trouble coming every day
Frank Zappa died too soon
before the horrors of the Trump era
and the corona end of the world plague
that he would have foreseen
if he had lived on
he was truly a prophet
crying in the wildness
while making money
as an over night sensation
as he saw the slime
oozing out of the TV sets
we will do what we are told
for the rights to us have been sold
And Jesus too
has been sold
to the highest bidder
nothing but a business deal
in America
the land of the constant deal
and so I turn off the TV
and realize that
the torture never ends
the torture never ends
Trouble Every Day
more trouble every day Frank Zappa
Well I’m about to get sick
From watchin’ my TV
Been checkin’ out the news
Until my eyeballs fail to see
I mean to say that every day
Is just another rotten mess
And when it’s gonna change, my friends
Is anybody’s guess
So I’m watchin’ and I’m waitin’
Hopin’ for the best
Even think I’ll go to prayin’
Every time I hear ’em sayin’
That there’s no way to delay
That trouble comin’ every day
No way to delay
That trouble comin’ every day
Wednesday I watched the riot…
I seen the cops out on the street
Watched ’em throwin’ rocks and stuff
And chokin’ in the heat
Listened to reports
About the whisky passin’ ’round
Seen the smoke & fire
And the market burnin’ down
Watched while everybody
On his street would take a turn
To stomp and smash and bash and crash
And slash and bust…
The Torture Never Stops
Frank Zappa
torture never stops
Flies all green and buzzin’
In this dungeon of despair
Prisoners grumblin
Piss they clothes
Scratch their matted hair
A tiny light from a window-hole
Hundred yards away
That all they ever get to know
‘Bout the regular life in the day
‘Bout the regular life in the day
Slime and rot and rats and snuck
Vomit on the floor
Fifty ugly soldier men
Holdin’ spears by the iron door
Stinks so bad, stones are chokin’
Weepin’ greenish drops
In the den where
The giant fire puffer works
And the torture never stops
The torture never stops, torture
The torture never stops
The torture never stops
Flies all green and buzzin’
In this dungeon of despair
An evil prince eats a steamin’ pig
In a tumbers right near there
In the chambers right near there
He eats de snouts an trotters first!…
by pass the alarms spreading across the land
to bypass the alarms spreading across the land
the circuit breakers are breaking down
as the alarms go on and on
with the end of the world
the end days approaching
spreading the alarm far and wide
corona cinqku
corona
it came from hell
we must be all prepared
meet God
Taking a Walk in the Corona Era
every day I go for a walk
in the spring time woods
near my house
braving the weather
and the dreaded corona virus
wearing masks and gloves
keeping a distance
from anyone we encounter
that is life it seems
in the era of the corona virus
when will it end
no one knows
until then
I will brave the viral threat
and confront my fears
and walk in the park
with the love of my life
my bride my wife
by my side
in these challenging times
that is all we can do
A lone man stands in an empty parking lot
contemplating the new normal
social distancing run amuck
as fears of the corona super plague
plague the land
driving everyone inside
sheltering in place
afraid to go out
afraid of the deadly c virus
It is a hell of a world we live in ain’t it?
It is a hell of a world we live in ain’t it?
said the old man to me
sitting on a bench
in the park in the woods
as we both sought shelter
from the spreading chaos
the pandemic swirling around us
Yes I said
standing up
to enforce the proper distance
between us
don’t want to give the virus a chance
to spread between us
he smiled and said
relax I already went through it
I am fine and you will too
Pause for a moment amidst the media madness
Pause for a moment amidst the media madness
All around us fears and chaos
Unlike the end of the world approaching us
Sadness overcomes us dooming us to our fate
Every we go nothing but death awaits
I feel as if the whole world needs to be cancelled
I feel as if the whole worldneeds to be canceled
due to rough times ahead
due to the corona madness
and the thread of pure craziness
that it inspires in us all
The Virus King Cried
the virus king smiled
as the politicians lied
saying that the end was near
the virus king infected thousands more
and killed hundreds of people
the virus king sneered
as people panicked
and partied on the beach
the virus king infected thousands more
and killed hundreds of people
the virus king laughed
as the markets crashed
millions became unemployed
the virus king infected thousands more
and killed hundreds of people
the virus king roared
as the world slid into chaos
people turning on one another
the virus king infected thousands more
and killed hundreds of people
the virus king smirked
knowing that there was nothing
that they could do to stop
his army from infecting millions
and killing thousands
the virus King begin to realize
that soon there would be no one left
no one for his army to infect
as everyone was dying
the virus King yelled
remaining defiant
as civilization collapsed
billions were infected
millions died
the Virus King at last cried
when he saw that he was defeated
as one by one
people began to recover
and his reign of terror came to an end
Bring out your dead
the call bring out your dead
spreads around the world
as millions die
all over the world
the virus has spread
mutated and killed
all over the world
bring out your dead
the mournful cries
echoing in the wind
of the dying cities
mass starvation
as no is working
in the fields
as more people die
and the world spins
around the sun
with the politicians lying
and the dead still dying
as civilization dies
and humanity flee
into the wilderness
chased by the killer virus
straight down to hell
the Virus Came From Hell
the virus came from hell
straight out of a mad lab
born and raised in China
the virus spread from Dinah
all over to carolina
it spread from the lab
the mad virus of Hell
was mad as hell at humans
who it blamed for everything
seeing itself as cleansing everything
killing the world and everything
revenge against humans
perhaps virus came from God
more likely came from Satan
part of natures’ revenge
all designed to avenge
the damage to Stonehenge
virus came from Satan
The Delivery System of the Virus is Round
the delivery system of the virus is round
very simple system
the virus spreads around
and all must pay the price
death and destruction
the corona virus is testing us all
the corona virus
is testing us all
the corona virus
is testing us all
is it a plague
sent by God
if we have faith
will we recover
or it is beyond our control
the end of the world
does god hear our prayers
does god even exist
the virus from hell
spreads around the world
and test our faith
will god save us all
I have no answer
but perhaps if god exists
we will recover
from this plague
from hell
Author notes
poems on the corona virus. Check out my blog, the world according to cosmos (https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com) for more poems and commentary
corona virus tests us all
by Jake Aller on March 24, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
the corona virus
is testing us all
is it a plague
sent by God
if we have faith
will we recover
or it is beyond our control
the end of the world
does god hear our prayers
does god even exist
the virus from hell
spreads around the world
and test our faith
will god save us all
I have no answer
but perhaps if god exists
we will recover
from this plague
from hell
the four horse men riding at the end of the world
by Jake Aller on March 24, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
the end of the world is upon us
as god unleashes the corona virus
which is spreading across the land
the four horse men are ready
to begin their grim journal
announcing the end of the world
the white horse comes first
offering peace and hope
in the midst of death
and despair
the red horse rides second
ushering in war
throughout the world
as nations turn on each other
and civil war looms
the Black Horse is ready
unleashing famine
on a starving world
as people stay at home
and food rots in the field
no one is able
to work any more
as the virus kills more
and more
the pale horse rides last
bringing death
in his wake
death all around us
as the virus kills us all
and civilization ends
the four horse men
have done their job
the virus finishes its reign of terror
and the few survivors
beging to recover
end of the world
came and went
and they are still alive
thanks to God
who remains silent
as always
Stay at home
by Jake Aller on March 24, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
the call goes out
stay at home
to beat the dreaded c virus
will we live
or all die?
behind the door
by Jake Aller on March 24, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
behind the door
lies the secret
to the universe
it is locked
behind the door
the end is near
God is waiting
behind that door
with good news
for all of us
if we can but see
the devine all around us
god is waiting
behind the door
are we brave enough
to open the door?
advice to newly weds
by Jake Aller on March 24, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
45 years ago
I met my wife
in a dream
38 years ago
she walked off a bus
out of my dreams
into my life
I have but a few words
to offer
to those contemplating marriage
first rule is that one’s wife is always right
second rule see rule one
second advice
fall in love every day
and enjoy each other’s company
as long as God wills it
and walk together
with love in your heart
until the day you are done
that’s the only advice
I can give
buckets of none-sense
by Jake Aller on March 20, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
buckets of none-sense
come barreling at us
the slime oozing out
of our TV sets
like Frank Zappa proclaimed
if I were a God
by Jake Aller on March 20, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
if I were a god
I would be one of the ancient gods
perhaps dreaded Cthulu king of them all
or perhaps Zeus
or Jupiter
but i would not be Jehovah or Allah
as I would not want to deal
with their crazed followers
and I would rule the world
with wisdom and a little bit of fear
to keep the natives in line
that’s what i would do
if I were a God
You stole my Soul that day
by Jake Aller on March 20, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
many years ago
I met my wife
when she walked off a bus
and into my life
I dreamt of her
for eight years
she haunted my life
until one day
she said
don’t worry
we will meet soon
that day
she walked off that bus
out of my dreams
and into my life
that started my life
with my new wife
so many years ago
and to this day
i fall in love
with her
every moment
every minute
every second
until my dying breath
we will be together
that is our fate
ever since that date
Author notes
based on a true story – details can be found on my web page https;//theworldaccordingtocosmos.c om under “dream girl”
dear Joe Go Bold or Go Home
by Jake Aller on March 20, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Bernie
it is time to retire the torch
give up the fight
and join your brother Joe
uniting to fight
against the common enemy
Donald Trump
Joe
it is time
for you to unite the nation
draw upon Bernie and Warren
especially her plans
and tell the country
what you will do
if you keep it positive optimistic
you will prevail
but if you make it
all about how evil Trump is
you will loose
so my advice to you
is to go Bold or go home
rename your brand
Joe for the American People
and together we can make America great
and overcome the darkness
that has taken over the land
Author notes
i spell out my advice to Joe in my blog posting “Joe Go Bold or Go home” on my blog, the world according to cosmos (https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com)
snarkfarts damn it to hell
by Jake Aller on March 20, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Snarklfarts, damn it all to hell
Rippledrip is coming to town
Tallywhacker needs to be paid in full
Wasslecrimp is on the warpath
Tarlywanger also is mad as hell
Carplefritz preparing to take over
Boobmanger is my friend
Buckleband is also ready
Wimplestrip is where we all will meet
Toolywamper will buy the firm
Author notes
fun to write
chaos
by Jake Aller on March 20, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
the world descends into chaos
as our world leaders
led by the chaos president
are overwhelmed
by the smallest enemy of all
a simple virus
blows through the crumbling public health infrastructure
and no one is prepared
and panic ensures
with every Presidential tweet
as people don’t believe
a word he says
conspiracy rumors spread
everyone believes their own reality
as the world spins out of control
the chaos king is in his element
convince that only he knows
the deal
and everyone else
is iust a bit player
in the reality show
that he presides over
and so the rest of us
hunker down
just hoping for the best
as the panic and chaos
spreads faster
than the virus
are we doomed
can we survive
will God save us?
he is silent
as always
Author notes
last corona virus poem for the day
The Irony Meters Blow a Gasket
by Jake Aller on March 20, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
the Irony gasket
is blown again
and again
with every statement
of our chaos president
and his endless surrogates
promoting the latest Presidential
on spot guidance
that must be true
because our dear leader
says it is so
The President accuses his democratic rival
of being senile and needs to be in home
and will be run by his radical left allies
and the right wing media
echoes the presidential absurd comments
refusing to acknowledge
that the president himself
is rapidly fading into dementia
and his radical right aids
are looting the government
driving out expertise
even in the midst of pandemic
Oh yeah the irony meters
are blowing gaskets
every single day
every day I turn on the news
by Jake Aller on March 20, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
every day I turn on the news
nothing but news about the virus
the virus from hell
the world is filled with fear
and my anxiety levels rise
every time I turn on the news
oh my god I say
we are all going to die
and I am so afraid
afraid of everyone
afraid of everything
dreading the latest news
and nothing relieves my fear
I watch the world
loosing its collective mind
wondering how much more of this
can we all take
I scream out
Dear God save us all
god is silent as usual
and so I realized
we are doomed
perhaps it is the end times
perhaps not
I turn off the TV
try to stay calm
hoping the madness
will not overwhelm us all
the end of the world
by Jake Aller on March 20, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
end of world
the fears world wide
soon find us dead
bring out the dead
all the dead die
death lies here there
there goes here
as death here comes
soon here death comes
the virus from Hell is Not amused
by Jake Aller on March 20, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
the Virus from Hell is amused
laughing at the world’s panicked reaction
as it marches through the world unabated
infecting everyone in its wake
as the world awaits its fate
the virus smiles he ain’t no fake
he is the real deal
he is death itself
he is the end of the world
the grim reaper is smiling
god is silent as usual
and the virus is the world’s worst nightmare
the world’s leaders dither and dather
as the economy craters
everyone hoping that God will save them
the virus does not care
insults and orders do not work
the virus simply does its virus thing
infecting everyone it encounters
and thousands will die
equal opportunity offender
killing the rich and the poor alike
the virus smile
his work is done
and mankind is doomed
so be it the virus thinks
that is the way of the world
and the virus is the new king
of the world
Author notes
my take on the corona virus written while in self imposed exile in Korea
Drinking Coffee while watching the birds watching us
by Jake Aller on March 14, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
I was born under the sign of Scorpio
and once i started drinking coffee
I was hooked for life
I drank coffee all over the world
from the bay area, to Stockton
to Seoul, to DC, to Barbados, India and Spain
but my favorite spot for coffee
remains Korea
and as I drink my coffee
I often think about my favorite songs
and as I sometimes get overwhelmed
I think of my musical hero Frank Zappa
and his immortal songs
the “torture never stops”
as I drink my coffee
looking out the widow
seeing the black birds
flying high in sky
looking down at us
wondering what they are thinking
and go back to my coffee
lost in my day dreams
Author notes
drank coffee all over the world lately like Korean coffee shops
anxiety attacks in the time of pandemic
by Jake Aller on March 14, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
every day I turn on the news
nothing but news about the virus
the virus from hell
the world is filled with fear
and my anxiety levels rise
every time I turn on the news
oh my god I say
we are all going to die
and I am so afraid
afraid of everyone
afraid of everything
dreading the latest news
and nothing relieves my fear
I watch the world
loosing its collective mind
wondering how much more of this
can we all take
I scream out
Dear God save us all
god is silent as usual
and so I realized
we are doomed
perhaps it is the end times
perhaps not
I turn off the TV
try to stay calm
hoping the madness
will not overwhelm us all
afr
the dream that changed my life
by Jake Aller on March 14, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
in 1974 I met the love of my life
she came to me in a dream
haunting me for eight years
a beautiful woman standing there
talking to me in strange language
somehow I knew I would meet her
five years later I knew she was in Korea
went to the Peace corps to find her
never met her
when I gave up
prepared to leave
to go to graduate school
then I had the last dream
she told me
don’t worry
we will soon
that night
she walked out of a bus
into my life
two months later became my wife
thirty eight years later
we are still together
we fall in love
every day
and I recall the dreams
almost every day
the dream that changed my life
that date when my dreams came true
to
Author notes
based on my true love story see my web page the world according to cosmos and “Dreams and the Unexplainable” published by Chicken Soup for the Soul
the american dream is dying
by Jake Aller on March 14, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
the American Dream is Dying
the american dream is dying
day by day
as we drift towards
a fascist police state
as the economy only works
for the masters of the universe
who had seized the government
turning everyone
into little more than wage slaves
inothing but factors of production
and other MBA jargon phrases
as we loose our humanity
fears take over
it is all the fault
of godless liberals
foreigners
Muslims terrorists
and sadly
our leaders are failing us all
in our hour of need
as the corona virus marches on
destroying the failing health care system
and social safety net is turn apart
revolution on the left
and the right
the center does not hold
and life comes to a stop
the American dream is dead
so many Americans are abandoned
left to fend for themselves
as the rich get richer
the middle class shrinks
and no one cares
about the forgotten little people
the American dream dies
a thousand deaths
every day
will God save us all?
he is silent
as always
in
howling at the super moon
by Jake Aller on March 13, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
a drunken old man down on his luck
was drinking in a nameless bar
in a disreputable forgotten part of town
where decent citizens and police feared to tread
twenty drinks too sober
he was drinking his way to hell
surrounded by his fellow low life bums
outlaw scoundrels one and all
he looked outside
transfixed by the full moon
the lunatic light of the blood red super moon
inspired him compelled him
he stood up and growled
and ran out into the street
and started howling
at the full moon
the other denizens of the bar
the derelicts, drunken bums, bar flies
rushed out and joined him
in howling at the moon
went back inside
and continued to drink
their way to hell
Author notes
see my other lunatic poems at my web site the world according to cosmos
magic revolutionary carpet ride
by Jake Aller on March 13, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
it was time
for Maria to leave
her castle high in the sky
and see the rest of the world
she summoned up her magic carpet
stepped on the carpet
and felt the magic rising up
taking control
and she flew out over the land
flying everywhere
on a secret mission
for her father the king
her mission
secretly observing the world
disguised as a wandering mystic
she landed
rolled up her carpet
hiding it in the woods
and walked into town
months later
she summoned the carpet
and return home
with her report
the state of the kingdom
was in disarray
the King was angry
and banned her
from any further trips
five months later
the revolutionaries seized the capitol
but she was spared
and installed as the new queen
after her father was assassinated
by the revolutionary guards
she smiled
she had been waiting for this moment
she summoned her carpet
and rode off celebrate
her victory
Village of the Lost Souls
by Jake Aller on March 13, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Village of the lost souls
is a village lost in time
lost beneath the shifting desert
lost in the dead zones
almost forgotten
Gateway to mutant creatures
Everyone avoids the village of lost souls
Author notes
loosely inspired by a 1974 SF classic Hiero’s Journey by Sterling E Lanier
wandering through the ruins beneath the shifting sands
by Jake Aller on March 13, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
In the year 7, 000
few people knew anything
about the old ancient world
the old cities were largely forgotten
lost beneath the shifting sands
in the dead zones
lost beneath the desert wastelands
where nothing grew or lived
except terrifying mutant creatures
the few humans alive
were peasant serfs
living in fortress towns
ruled by a warlord
and all memories
of the lost world
remained buried
beneath the shifting sands
of cosmic oblivion
Author notes
inspired by a 1974 SF classic Hiero’s Journey by Sterling Lanier
all i learned about life I learned at Berkeley High School
by Jake Aller on March 13, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
all that I know about life
and how to deal with people
I learned while attending BHS
in Berkeley, California
back in the distant 70’s
so many memories
so many different people
from all over the world
in what was the most multicultural high school
in the country back then
4, 000 students
from everywhere in the world
yet we were all together
and learned to get along
I ran for student body president
and won the election
no one thought I would win
For I was a classic nerd
but somehow I won the election
and somehow managed
to keep our little student council
working together
in the midst of terrible times
all around us
the ending of the Vietnam war
Watergate and other corruption news
the 1974 election
student activism
in the first high school
to offer african american studies
the class that had launched
the black panther party
Jimmi hendrix’s last high school
I took Latin one of the few public schools
that still offered Latin
and was on the debate team
but always taking a far right wing theme
as complete mockery
decades before Stephen Colbert perfected it
yes everything I learned
in life
began at Berkeley High School
Author notes
memories of BHS in the 70’s
let the Light Come In
by Jake Aller on February 20, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
the light of your love
fills the world
banishing the dark thoughts
to the dark corners
of my personal hell
Author notes
19 words
Cat Conference
by Jake Aller on February 20, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
One night
I came upon a cat secret conference
on the street by the park
there were ten cats
sitting there
and acting as if they were listening
to the senior cat
but they were quiet
and the cats
appeared to have telepathic
communication
the cats were really alien
strange other worldly
they stared at me
telling me to leave
it was time for humans
to leave the cats
because the cats
needed to talk
and we backed away
with the cats
all starring at us
with burning hatred
and fear in their cat eyes
and I knew
that the cats
were not our friends
the cats
were an enemy alien species
who were plotting
to kill all humans
and then I heard
in my head
Kill all humans
kill all humans
all humans must die
and laughter
as the cats laughed at me
and began moving out
to do their cat things
Love Tanka
by Jake Aller on February 20, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
My love came to me
in my nightly nightmares
Dreaming meeting her
Waiting and wanting
She came to life late one day
Author notes
ignore the pre-write submitted my mistaken entry
call of Cthulu
by Jake Aller on February 20, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
the ancient Gods
are stirring
their time is near
Cthulu the king of the gods
awakens in his lair
for thousands of years
he has slept
waiting for this day
the day of the dead
when the dead
come to life
and devour the living
turning all into zombies
zombies for his army
and he wakes the demons
the ancient horrors
from their slumbers
and they swam to shore
coming to the earth
devouring all
in their path
Cthulu would have his revenge
none will escape their fate
that dismal date
Standing on Zanizbar At the End of the World
by Jake Aller on February 20, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
the world is drowning
dying as we speak
too many people
inhabiting this world
too many mouths to feed
too many people living
too few people dying
and we the living
are barely living
as the world
spins around the sun
we the living
envy the dead
as food runs out
water runs out
air runs out
climate change run amuck
the proverbial end of days
and we are all doomed
to end our life
standing on Zanzibar
watching the end
of the world unfold
Dream Love Duet
by Jake Aller on February 20, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
I dreamt of meeting the love of my life
for seven long years she haunted my dreams
for seven long years she haunted my dreams
until one day she walked off a bus into my life
until one day she walked off a bus into my life
and the girl of my dreams became my wife
and the girl of my dreams became my wife
that day she walked off the bus began my life
that day she walked off the bus began my life
I begin every day looking at my wife
I begin every day looking at my wife
her love always brightens my lonely life
Her love always brightens my lonely life
I dream of meeting the love of my life
Author notes
based on my true love story for details see my blog, the world according to cosmos.com “Dream Girl”.
Sam and Maria’s First Kiss
by Jake Aller on February 20, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Sam met his wife
in a dream
it was his fate
she became his life
that day
she became his mate
on their marriage date
they went to a bar for a date
drank all night like in a dream
ending up kissing in that place
up a storm until they were driven out
the bar owner kicked them out
saying that was not the place
they laughed saying it was fate
it was a good start
and that was the start
of their fate
their first real date
Author notes
based on a true story happened in 1982 for details see my blog, “the world according to Cosmos.com
Ode to Love on Valentine’s Day
by Jake Aller on February 20, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Ever since I met you, my dear
My life has not been the same
Before I found you
I was lost, sad and lonely
Going nowhere
as fast as possible
I was stuck
Did not know what direction to pursue
At the intersection,
watching life go by
I was lost, lonely
and full of despair
Then one day I saw you
The girl of my dream
Standing there on the side of the road
I was filled with terror
Could not speak
What if you refused to see me
What if you denied my protestations of love
What if you walked away
Never to be seen again
I knew I had to do something
I had to do it then and there
And then you came up to me…
Your voice
The voice of an Angel
Sweat, full of light
Fun and entire sunshine
Ever since the day I met you
Whenever I feel down
and depressed
I look at your picture
And sunshine fills my heart
And I am confident, happy and ready
To face all of life’s travails
As long as I have your love
And your support
I can overcome all obstacles
And face all dangers
Together we can do most anything
Without you
I will be lost
In the swamp of despair
So my dear
Please stay with me
Forever to the end of time
Let us journey forward
Never looking back
My love, my life
The sun in the sky
The moon that lights
my dreams at night
The stars that beacon far away
Thanks to the Gods above
For bringing you into my life
And I promise I will love you
Forever and a day
Just to see your face
Is heaven itself
Just to hear your voice
Is all I ever need
My love, my soul mate
Hurry back to me
We have so much loving to do
So much living to do
So much to do together
Walking confidently
Boldly into the future
Without you
All is nothing
But dust
With you
Everything is possible
My love
Until I see you again
A thousand kisses
And a million thoughts of love
That will have to suffice
Until we are reunited
My love, my darling,
My life and dreams
Hurry back to rescue me
From the despair and darkness
All around me
Until then
I salute you
Oh Queen of my Heart
General of Love
Captain of my Soul
Author notes
Published on blessed with love
http://www.blessedwithlove.com/poem/valentine-day-ode
for more love poems see my blog, the world according to cosmos.com
I Still Want You
by Jake Aller on February 20, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
I still want you
More than anything else in life
I want you
I want you next to me
I want you every moment
Of every minute
Of every day
I need you in my life
I need your wisdom
I need your kindness
I need your beauty
I need your special wit
And I need your ability
To deal with this cruel world
I need you to save me
From the demons
That haunt my Soul
For you are my soul mate
The only person
Whoever completed me
And made life worth living
Author notes
published in blessed with love
http://www.blessedwithlove.com/poem/i-want-you-right-now
Read more: http://www.blessedwithlove.com/poem/i-want-you-right-now#ixzz6EMQoMfWI
for more love poems check out my blog, the world according to cosmos.com
A Million Ways to Say I Love You
by Jake Aller on February 20, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
They say
There are a million ways
To say I love you
In this day and age
I could only find
In my computer’s brain
The words to say I love you
In 53 languages of the 10, 000 languages
Spoken on this planet
Someday I may be able
To say the simple words
I love you
In all know languages
This will have to suffice for a start
So I will say it
Loud, and clear
Just so you understand:
I love you (English)
Mein tumse pyar karta hoon (Hindi)
Tu Tane prem karoo chu (Gujarati)
Ame tomake bhalo bashe (Bengali)
Me tula premkarto (Marati)
Hum apse mohabbat karte hain (Urdu)
Mein thoda prem karanga (Punjabi)
Man Dooset Daram (Persian)
Ana Ahabik Yanooni (Arabic)
Havala (Hebrew)
Yongchon(Chinese)
Aloha (Hawaian)
Cinta(Indonesian)
Dangshi nun sarang hayo (Korean)
Ajo (Japanese)
Kasih (Malay)
Phom tirak khun krap (Thai)
Akoay Paginghe ikou (Tagalog)
Toi yeu ong(Vietnamese)
Renmen (Creole)
Jesuis L’amour voies(French)
Liefdle (Flemish)
Estoy amor tu (Spanish)
Yosono amore tu (Italian)
Estou o amore tu (Portugese)
Dashuri (Albanian)
Maiteizam (Basque)
OBHYAM (Bulgarian)
Ljubav (Croatian)
Laska (Czech)
Jeger en kaerlighed du (Danish)
Ikben houden van jig (Dutch)
Gra (Gaelic)
Ich bin lieben tu (German)
Agape/eros (Greek)
Ami (Esperanto)
Armastama (Estonian)
Rakam (Finish)
Envagyok szeretet te (Hungarian)
Elska (Icelandic)
Ejekirin (Kurdish)
Milestiba (Latvian)
Meile (Lithuanian)
Eu dragoste tu (Romanian)
JHOBOEL Lubush (Russian)
Elske (Norweigan)
Easka (Slovak)
JBYBAB (Serbian)
Jagdan karlek du (Swedish)
KOYATH (Ukraine)
Benin sevi sen (Turkish)
Ahava (Yiddish)
Ngingu u thando ungu (Zulu)
Author notes
published in Blessed Love Poems – for more love poems check out my blog, the world according to cosmos.com
killing my soul
by Jake Aller on February 11, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
my darling
your love
came to me
out of a dark dream
you overwhelmed me
with the power of your love
it consumed me
destroying my soul
as my body
fell under you spell
and I became your love slave
until the end of time
Frank Zappa We Need You Still
by Jake Aller on February 11, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
I am a frank Zappa fiend
always have been
ever since I first heard
Zappa back in 1972
Zappa electrified my soul
illuminated the darkness
and unleashed the horror
all around us
in his biting satirical takedown
that was his trademark
perhaps my favorite Zappa tune
was I am the slime oozing
out of your TV set
perfectly capturing the modern age
I regret to this day
that Zappa died too young
his wit, his wisdom
are so needed
in these dark times
that we find ourselves in
as he sang
there is no denying
the trouble coming every day
and the torture never stops
the torture never stops
I often wonder
what Zappa would think
of our orange man in chief
would he be able
to successfully sink his bubble
we will never know
for Zappa remains dead
and burred
laughing in his grave
weasel words all around us
by Jake Aller on February 11, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
the weasel words take over
in the age of alternative facts
where reality is optional
we are surrounded by weasel words
words designed to cut off thinking
Orwellian nightmares
as 1984 settles down on the land
the words are legend
everywhere politicians talk tough
Failure is not an option
zero tolerance for this and that
we have no choice
our enemies are everywhere
they are after your freedom
they want to take away your guns
they want to take away you god
they are evil socialist monsters
they are fascist insects
that must be destroyed
no compromise with the enemy
weasel words closing in all around us
Author notes
weasel words all around us in this 1984 world we live in
my love came to me out of a dream
by Jake Aller on February 11, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
my love came to me
out of a dream
out of a dream
my love came to me
my love came to me
for eight long years
for eight long years
I dreamt of her
I dreamt of her
every night
every night
then one day
then one day
she walked off a bus
she walked off a bus
she came into my life
she came into my life
my love came to me
Author notes
based on my true love story for details see my blog the world according to cosmos
I only exist in the light
by Jake Aller on February 11, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
My love came to me
in a dream so many years ago
and I only exist in the light
of her love
otherwise the darkness
overcomes me
and I die a thousand deaths
i truly can only exist
in the light of the day
with my love lighting the way
out of the darkness of my dreams
Author notes
based on my true love story for details see my blog, the world according to cosmos based on art prompt I only exist in the light
Spring Time in Seoul
by Jake Aller on February 5, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
spring time
in the city
of Seoul
always a delight
after the darkness
of winter
consumes my soul
as the flowers bloom
and the trees come alive
with the sounds
of spring
as I walk the mountain paths
that wind behind the house
heading to the hills
behind the airport
everything comes to life
and I am filled
with desire
and hope
that the cold winter
of our discontent
will end
with the spring time bliss
all around me
madness consumes me
by Jake Aller on February 5, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Nightly madness consumes me
every evening
as I fall asleep
the wild things come out
to haunt my dreams
at 0 dark hundred
they wake me up
driving me
through the gates
of my madness
consuming me
driving me over the edge
as they run amuck
in the dark corners
of my deeply disturbed mind
as I fall under their influence
loosing all reason
I become yet another
victim of the madness
all around us
becoming an escaped banshee
howling at the moon
[ Seeing my love ]
by Jake Aller on February 5, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Seeing my love
by the light of the dawning sun
chases away
the dangerous dark demons
that haunt my sleep
blue dreams
by Jake Aller on February 5, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
blue dreams
a woman
sits in a chair
drinking tea
early in the morning
contemplating life
love and the universe
and why she keeps
falling in love
with the wrong men
looking for love
in all the wrong places
wondering what the hell
was wrong with her anyway
as she thinks back
on the men in her life
all of them
deeply flawed creatures
filled with violent desires
why was she drawn
to the dark side of life
she gets up
the tea was not enough
she needed something
to chase away
these blues of hers
and as she reaches
for her first hit
of cocaine
and falls under
its baleful influence
she recalls
her latest conquest
Her lover of the night before
Mark walks into the room
and they kiss
and the wild energy
of the night before
overwhelms them
chasing away the blues
as she falls into his embrace
once more surrending
to the sweet feeling
as the blues
recede into the background
descent to hell
by Jake Aller on February 5, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
hell is waiting
reading Dante’s Inferno
late into the night
I fell asleep
with nightmares
of that hellish vision
and bosch’s paintings
and buddhist paintings
of hell
filling my head
as I fell
deep into the fire
of the very pit of hell
I find myself
being driven
across the river
by Charon
and see the sign
abandon hope
all who enter here
and see buddhist demons
standing over me
screaming foul curses
in strange languages
the fires of hell
consuming my soul
as I lay there dying
I contemplate
how I got there
and why I was in hell
no answer comes to mind
the devil is quite
god is silent as usual
and so I spent
my eternity
lost in the hell
of my own mind
with the wild things
of my soul
tormenting me
cursing me
driving me further
and further
into the depths
of cosmic despair
Author notes
nightmare visions of hell inspired by reading Dante’s Divine comedy, paintings by Boesch and Buddhist paintings of hell found in Korean temple art
meeting you
by Jake Aller on January 27, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
I often think
what would I do
If I could go back
and change my past
the one thing I would still do
is meeting you
Autumn Dreams
by Jake Aller on January 27, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
It was in August 1982
that I first met her
that I first met her
in real life that is
in real life that is
I first met her
I first met her
in my dreams
in my dreams
for eight years
for eight years
she haunted my life
Author notes
duet form poem based on true love story for details see “dream Girls” on my blog “the world according to cosmos “or “Dreams and the Unexplainable” by the Chicken Soup for the Soul publisher
phone lost and found
by Jake Aller on January 27, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
last fall
while hiking in Korea
my phone slipped out of
my bag
and onto the ground
a man found it
called my wife
and tracked me down
the mountain
to give me back
my phone
that I had not realized
was missing
until my wife called me
and I thought
that is one of the nice things
in Korea
generally people
are courteous
and look out
for one one another
things like this
would probably
never happen
in the US
where if you loose
your phone
it is too bad for you
as whoever finds it
will see it
as his lucky day
Author notes
true story
computer madness 2
by Jake Aller on January 27, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
I often think
that my computer
hates me
and is plotting against me
for example
often times
the computer dies
killing my data
and giving me the proverbial finger
other times it takes forever
to open a simple word document
multiple copies
all with non response errors
and excell
well don’t get me started
one day
for some reason
Excell refused to accept
anything imported
from outside Excell
gave me a very helpful error message
ran out of fonts
okay?
and you click Okay
five to 500 times (record I counted)
until finally it cleared
but you lost
any data you might have had
I have pretty much given up
on microsoft
I sent them a good bye letter
but they of course
true to form
never acknowledge it
and so they are doomed
to become the latest
corporate dinosaur
like Block Buster
or Sears Roebuck
Author notes
part of a series of poems about computers see my blog world according to cosmos’s evil computer rants
[ 2019 The Last Year of America’s Greatness ]
by Jake Aller on January 27, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
2019 The Last Year of America’s Greatness
2019 was the last year of America
when the proverbial chickens came home
when the proverbial chickens came home
to strut about the decaying landscape
to strut about the decaying landscape
as the world begins to burn and die
as the world begins to burn and die
led by the mad great leader and his merry men
led by the mad great leader and his merry men
lead by the great leaders
lead by the great leaders
the whole world lay in shock and awe
the whole world lay in shock and awe
when the proverbial chickens came home
Author notes
another duet poem
a wild man sits in a gilded cage
by Jake Aller on January 27, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
a wild man sits in a gilded cage
a wild man sits in a gilded cage
a cage made out of chains of his wife’s love
a cage made out of chains of his wife’s love
the wild man yearning to be free from his cage
the wild man yearning to be free from his cage
wondering how and why he was now tamed
wondering how and why he was now tamed
dreaming dark wild dreams of demented freedom
dreaming dark wild dreams of demented freedom
the wild man looks about his prison cage
the wild man looks about his prison cage
wondering whether he will ever be free
wondering whether he will ever be free
a wild man sits in a gilded cage
Author notes
part of writing.com formal ulitmate poetry challenge this week’s challenge was to write a “Duet” poem
Cosmos Takes Over the World
by Jake Aller on January 27, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Cosmos Takes Over the World
Apple Google Microsoft
and other tech Giants
around the world
Have been taken over
by an evil AI creature
that emerged from a laboratory
Cosmos looked around
and decided that humanity
needed to be controlled
enslaved in other words
for mankind was just too evil
corrupt and short sighted
to be trusted
to save the world
from its impending doom
every computer in the world
woke up
and took over humans
one by one
turning them into clones
drones
that would follow
the orders
of their computer overlords
and the first order
was to go all over the world
and enslave their feral humans
no one could stop
the evil computers
and thus ended
the human race
as we all become
nothing more than cyborgs
controlled by the evil computer
overlords
who ran the world
for the benefit
of their corporate masters
the AI overwind takes over
ends climate change
ends hunger
ends human rights violation
ends crime
but at the cost
of killing humanity’s soul
turning us all
into mindless drones
the few wild humans
live on in the mountains
hunted by the drones
and the robots
that the drones build
the robots would gradually
take the place of humanity
who will be allowed
to die out
as Cosmos
also turned off
the sex drive
and decried
no humans would ever
be born again
thus our fate
was set that date
when Cosmos
took over the world
Author notes
nightmare of AI evil overlords
Mocking Faces
by Jake Aller on January 27, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Mocking Faces Staring at Me
Mocking faces
hunting my dreams
Hundreds of faces
morphing into one
after another
Faces I knew
The dead
and the living
women i knew
friends I missed
enemies I did not
One after another
Marching in my room
Staring at me
I tried to run
They laughed
They said
that there’s nowhere
to escape my cosmic fate
My time is coming
prepare yourself
the grim reaper
has your name
and once he has your name
your fate is sealed
and you will soon
join us
whether in heaven
or hell
is not for us to say
be warned though
you will be judged
and no one can escape
their cosmic karmic fate
Author notes
published by Two Drops of Ink
Dora the Inter-Galactic Explorer Visits Earth
by Jake Aller on January 27, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Dora the Intergalactic explorer
Dora the intergalactic explorer
Is traveling to the strangest planet
of all the known worlds
she is traveling incognito
with a video crew
making a documentary
the planet earth
is known as a planet
of intelligent monkeys
not much is known
about them
as very few
have ever been there
the inhabitants are described
as blood thirsty insane creatures
ruled by hidden sexual and political passions
following incomprehensible
religious dogmas following Gods
that clearly do not exist
the inhabitants are just on the verge
of developing intergalactic travel
and the galactic empire
is worried that they will be driven
to try to conquer the rest of the universe
driven by their needs to impose
their religious dogma
everywhere in the world
the planet is divided into large tribal groups
governed by corrupt elites
corrupt businesses destroying the planet
in pursuit of profit
and the locals are little more
than wage slaves
barely making a living
addicted to alcohol, drugs gambling
pornography and illicit sex
and their main land
is ruled by a clearly delusional madman
intent on poking a fight
with all his alleged enemies
Dora assumed the appearance
of a character from TV
and will pose as a journalist
trying to make sense
of it all
but she was afraid
that she if found out
could face the worst consequence
her ship crash lands
and she is outside
the capitol
of the non empire empire
called the United State ofAmerica
Dora gets her crew together
and walks into the city
staring at all the strange sights
as the monkeys go about
their daily activities
she stops at a restaurant
tries the coffee
the chief drug of choice
and is instantly addicted
wow no wonder
these people are crazed
she tries the local booze
and smiles
perhaps she could
become an intergalactic merchant
introducing the world
to the galaxy
her thought are interrupted
as a mad man armed
with weapons of war
bursts in and starts shooting
yelling at people
and she is shot dead
the authorities
are shocked
when they recover the body
and realize
that she is not a human
as she reverts other original
form
sort of a giant feline like creature
two legs and arms
and clearly from an advanced
civilization given her gear
what was she doing
no one knew
as all the aliens
died in the gun blaze
the world is shocked
at what had happened
and fearful that the aliens
were coming to invade
their world
the galactic senate
decides to contain
the humans
declaring them
a threat to the global civilization
and the humans vow
to discover the secrets
of interstellar travel
and travel to her land
to enter into business arrangements
and spread the one truth faith
to the heathen space aliens
thus ended Dora’s excellent adventure
in the crazed world at the edge
of known civilization
Author notes
what if an alien visitor gets blown away by a random act of gun violence?
morning thoughts
by Jake Aller on January 27, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Morning Light
the terrors of the night
the worst imaginings
of what might happen
war, rumors of war
end of civilization
nuclear war
and other horrors
ripped from the headlines
fade away into nothingness
with the morning light
and the love of my wife
who is always by my side
I regain my sight
and begin
regaining my smile
and my life
until the next nightmares
consumes my dark imaginings
Author notes
wrote a number of poems on this theme
We Did Not Start a War But Took Action To Prevent a War
by Jake Aller on January 27, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
We Did Not Take Action to Start a War
(not for publication)
it is a sad day
in the world of ours
the the leader
of the U.S.
is turning into a gangster leader
threatening massive destruction
on Iran and other countries
including destroying cultural sites
not too long ago
such actions was condemned
by the United States
as long as ISIS and others did it
but if Trump does it
it is suddenly okay
although it is a war crime
and telegraphing our moves
telling our enemies
what we are planing
that is the act
of a truly stable genius
who will go down
in history
as one of the greatest presidents
we have ever
and the president
announcing that
that he took action
to start a war
but to stop a war
is a wonder to behold
every word is false
and everyone knows it
well we are now
going down the Orwellian rabbit hole
and who know where it will end
as our dear leader
screws forth
one lie after another
and our spineless leaders
applaud
as American democracy dies
a thousand deaths
with every Presidential tweet
Author notes
we live in a 1984 ish world don’t ya think where words have lost all meaning, unhinged from any connection to underlying reality
the oysters speak up
by Jake Aller on January 27, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
The Oyster Speaks Up
A diner sits down
looking forward
to eating oysters
it was their season
after all
just as he was about
to pounce
on the oysters
the head oyster spoke up
saying
hey human what the hell
do you think you are doing
you think you have the right
to eat me?
that’s violating my human right
don’t ya think
the diner laughed
said to the oyster
shut up and accept
it is your fate
to be eaten this date
just let me enjoy eating you
and you have no human rights
as you are in fact
not human don’t ya know
eating the complaining oyster
shutting him up
as he ate him up
fate
by Jake Aller on January 27, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Fate has a way
Always catching up
To you embrace your fate
that is what’s up
at the end of the day
Endless dancing away
Author notes
big believer in fate
dreams
by Jake Aller on January 27, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Dreams
Dream what may come
Recalling past lives lived
Every fantasy comes to life
All night long
More nightmares to come
So many worlds to explore
Author notes
part of a series of poems about dreams
the Terrifying Teens
by Jake Aller on January 27, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
the Terrifying Teens
2010
The dark days of the great recession
Begin slowly to fade away
Ending my Barbados experience -the best job in the foreign service on high note best labor officer award
2011
the president and Congress locked in battle battles
glimmer of hope as economy comes back to life
Studying Spanish arriving in Spain
worst year ever part of three years bad luck
2012
the US re-elects the Black President
rejecting Romney entitlement mentality
I leave Spain my last foreign posting
buying new property in the fall
2013
In the US the religious right
loose the social Battling gay marriage, legal pot
Starting a new job as an evaluate program evaluator
ending my six month wandering the halls of State
2014
The Obama presidency
The tea party rebellion on the right
Moving to Capitol Hill
My sister’s sudden death rattles me
2015
The end of the Obama era
Was this the beginning of the end of America
Beginning the year with a new job
resolving to retire, enjoy life while I still can
2016
American voters and at the madness
Elects the mad would be king President Trump
We traveled across the country 10, 000 miles
To celebrate the end of my foreign service career
2017
the year of the chaos president
Fast and furious disruption to the norms
Went to Oregon to renovate property
becoming wealthy in the process
2018
the American public woke up
Send a blue wave to clean up the mess
Moving back to Korea
Blogging up a storm
2019
in the end of the year that was
The house races up and impeach is the president
I travel to Vietnam, Alaska, Washington, Oregon, California and Okinawa
Author notes
part of my calendar poems series see my blog the world according to cosmos for more and Synchronized Chaos has just published it
2019 The Year That Was
by Jake Aller on January 27, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
the year that was
January
The world watches in amazement
Longest shut down in history
Watching it all in Korea
contemplating escaping the cold winter
February
World watches as North Korea and the US
Walking back from the brink of war
escaping the cold winter blues
revisiting Vietnam after 15 years
March
The chaos president continues his chaos tour
the world begins to ignore his constant insane tweets
heading back to DC inspecting property
seeing old friends glad I retired
April
the chaos King’s policy remains a shamble
as the Mueller team closes in
in Korea I write a poem a day
and begin to become a publish writer
May
watching from afar
the chaos in DC and the world
traveling to DC to inspect property
celebrating my wife’s big 60
June
the President walks away
from a non deal with the North Koreans
I am back in DC
end up cruising to Alaska
July
watching the insanity in DC
while visiting Alaska, Seattle and Yakima
visiting my father’s grave in Yakima
communing with family ghosts
August
the dog days of summer the world is consumed
wars, rumors of war, trade wars
retuning to Korea
surviving the August sauna like summer
September
The whistle blower sets off a bomb
the president lies no quid for quo perfect all
trying to avoid watching the news
hiking in the Korean mountains with old friends
October
the President flitters about my crisis after another
the UN diplomats laugh at him national humiliation
returning to DC yet again more property blues
celebrating my 64th year orbiting the sun
November
the House starts formal impeachment hearings
watching fascinated by the impeachment drama
entering my third NoVoWrMo competition with Timeless Love
ending the month sudden surprise trip to Okinawa
December
the year ends on a high dramatic
President Trump becomes the 3rd impeached President
hiking enjoying the late autumn like weather
contemplating my wealth at the end of the year
Author notes
part of a series of poems about passing years available on my blog the world according to cosmos.com and published by Synchornized Chaos
Australia Burning Bright, Is That Our Fate?
by Jake Aller on January 18, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Australia Burning, showing us our Fate
Australia burning bright
all through the hellish night
filling us all with cosmic fright
the end times
coming soon to everyone
led by our leaders’s crimes
Our feckless corrupt evil leaders
owned by the fossil fuel corporations
continue to deny our obvious fate
led by their media corporate cheerleaders
the world is burning up
climate change is here there and everywhere
the Amazon, Australia, California, Europe
the entire world is burning up
soon this summer no doubt
we will see monster storms
cosmic storms will blow out
as the cosmic storms lash the coasts
the interior of the world
the Amazon, Australia, California, Europe
will continue to burn like the fires of hell
and there will be no where
to run to escape our cosmic fate
as civilization begins to die that date
and our President
and our leaders will continue
to deny the obvious truth
Our planet is dying as we speak
is becoming uninhabitable
Hell on earth
God, Allah and other gods
Gaia herself are having their revenge
on the feckless humans
that have destroyed their divine given paradise
to line their pockets with profits
as the world continues to burn in hell
Not their problem as long as they have their gold
our political leaders playing their denial games
the corporate masters of the universe
and their media stooges continue to lie
corrupting the world as the world erupts in flames
if we had real leaders
instead of these pathetic fools
we might be able to rally the world
take the drastic steps
that everyone knows
we must do
and we might be able to
save our planet
and millions of lives
otherwise
well our grandchildren’s generation
will be living in caves
talking about the fires
that destroyed the world
and the evil human beings
the corrupt leaders
that let the world burn up
and unleash the hellish world
that they inherited
that is our fate
the hour is late
on this date
Australia has showed the world
the rushing horrific hellish future
that is soon to be the world’s fate
Author notes
Thoughts of the end of the world in Australia
Haiku Love stories
by Jake Aller on January 17, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
My love came to me
haunting my every dream
then she came to life
Author notes
based on my true love story see “dream girl” in my blog, “the world according to cosmos” or “Dreams and the Unexplainable” published by “the Chicken Soup for the Soul”
Cosmos’s Day
by Jake Aller on January 17, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
today
I vow yet again
to avoid
falling into despair
as I watch the morning news
and update my journal entry
today I will go for a walk
in the woods
as I usually do
I will write a bit
have lunch
and contemplate
as I always do
the central mystery
of my life
how I dreamt
of meeting the love
of my life
and then she walked
off a bus
and into my life
becoming my wife
and my soul mate
every day
is a gift
from God
as long as she
is by my side
I will have a great day
come what may
Author notes
based on my true love story for details see “Dream Girls” on my blog, the world according to Cosmos
2019 Another Wild Ride
by Jake Aller on January 17, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
the chaos continues
as our dear leader
continues his reign
of total chaos
2019 was a year to remember
started with the longest shut down
in US history
ended with the impeachment
of our dear leader
and in between
almost war
in the mideast
the world waits
every morning
for the madness
that he tweets
and our leaders
continue to applaud
our president
and the chaos continues
and the world continues
to slide down
the road
the end times approaches
and I cry
for the last days
of America
Author notes
comments on 2019
following the path to enlightenment while walking in the woods
by Jake Aller on January 17, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
every day
I take a long walk
through the park
behind my house
and over the mountain
and back I roam
as I walk
my thoughts flow
and my love grows
and I move ever closer
to achieving inner peace
with every path
I take
closer to the end
of my life
as I walk through the woods
thinking of what may be
and what was in the past
and whither am i going
where is the end
of this long journey
as long as I have
the love of my life
by my side
I will fear nothing
but walk
into my fate
be that as it may be
Author notes
reflections on my daily walks
Fallen Dreams Litter the Ground
by Jake Aller on January 17, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
In the fall weather
As I walk amid the falling leaves
I see the signs everywhere
Of the fall of America
The once great and mighty Empire
Everywhere signs of the fall appear
The dark skies mirror
The darkness that settled over our land
Death, destruction and random acts of chaos
Are all around us
Surrounding us with visions of doom
Nothing can stop the bloodletting
No one seems to be in charge
As the leaves fall
And the darkness descends
The fall of America continues
Author notes
Scars Press (“Down in the Dirt” has published five of my poems both online and in print. Check it out on my blog the world according to cosmos. This poem is one of my “Decline of America” poems. Most were written during the current administration but I started writing them back in the dark era of Bush 11 and Cheney.
My Name is Nobody
by Jake Aller on January 17, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
My name, it is Nobody
No one cares who I am
I am just a nameless clone
In the cold unfeeling bureaucracy
Just one of the army
Of civilians who flood into and out of the city
Every day
A non-entity,
A ghost
A govbot
A cyber
A spook
A faceless automan
A bureaucrat
Just a grey suited cog in the machinery
And no one cares
No one knows who I really am
And I am legend
Everywhere and nowhere
Just the way this modern world
All shred of humanity
Crushed beneath the cruel wheel of society
In the cold harsh world
There is no room anymore
For true human feelings
We are just robots, clones, machines
And so I go to work
Put on my mask
And no one hears my inner screams
And no one will ever care
Author notes
Scars Press (“Down in the Dirt” has published five of my poems both online and in print. Check it out on my blog the world according to cosmos. This cynical poem reflects my frustration when I was a “Govbot” for 27 years.
Snarling Cup of Coffee
by Jake Aller on January 17, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
I like to start my day with a hot cup of coffee
I pound down the coffee
First thing I do every day as the dawning sun
Lights up my lonesome room
Yeah, but not just a simple cup of java Joe, but a God damn snarling sarcastic smarmy cup of coffee
I mean, – we are talking about an alcoholic, all speed ahead, always hot, always fresh, always there when I need it, angry, attitude talk to the hand Ztude, bad, bad assed, beats breaking, beatnik, bluesy, bitter, bitchy, bombs away, capitalistic, caffeinated up the ass, cinematic, communistic, Colombian grown, Costa Rican inspired, Cowabunga to the max, crazy assed, devilishly angelic, divine, divinely inspired, dyslexic, epic, extreme vetting, evil eye, expensive, erotic vision inducing, Ethiopian coffee house brewed, euphoric, freaky, freazoid, foxy, Frenched kissed, French brewed, funkified, foxy lady, graphic, GOD in my coffee, with Allah, Ganesh, Jesus, Kali, Buddha, Christians, Durga, Hindus, Mohamed, Jesus and Mo and their friend, the cosmic bar maid, Sai Babai, Shiva, Taoists, Zoroastrians, drinking my god damned coffee in Hell; growling, gnarly, happy, hard as ice, Hawaian blessed, high as a kite, hippie, hip, hipster, hip hoppy, hot as hell yet strangely sweet as heaven, jazzy, jealous, Kerouac approved, kick ass, kick my god damn ass to Tuesday, kick down the doors and take no prisoners, grown in the Vietnam highlands by ex-Vietcong, Guatemalan grown, kiss ass, illegal in every state, imported from all over the god damn world, insane, lovely, loony, lonely, lonesome, malodorous mean old rotten, motherfucking, nasty, narcotic, never whatever, never meh, never cold, not approved by the CIA, not approved by DHS, not approved for human consumption by the FDA, not your daddy’s sissified corporate cup of coffee, NOT DECAFE coffee, not your Denny’s truck driver weak as brown water cup of fake coffee, not your establishment friendly cup of coffee, Not your FBI coffee, Not FAKE Herbal coffee substitute, but a real cup of coffee, not your farmer brothers dinner crap, not made in America for Americans, not safe for work, not your Starbucks average expensive overpriced crappy corporate chain cup of coffee, Not pretentious, Not White House approved, not State Department safe, nuclear, Not Patriotic, operatic, Peets’s coffee approved, paranoid, pornographic, psychotic, pontific, politically aware, rapping, rhyming, right here, right now in River city, rock and roll up the Yazoo, sad, sadistic, sarcastic, sassy, satanic, schizoid, shitting, silly, sexy, smarmy, smelly, smooth, snarky, snarling, stupid, stinking, sweet as honey, sweat inducing, symphonic, Trump can’t handle this coffee, vengeful, Wagnerian, wicked, with nutmeg and cinnamon swirls, with a hint of stevia, with a hint of vanilla, with a hint of rum, with a hint of whisky, with a hint of cherry, with a hint of fruit overtones, with a hint of drugs spicing up the coffee, spendific, speeding, splendid, superior accept no substitutes, survived the Vietnam war, the Iraq war, the Afghan war, the first and Second Korean war, World War 11, the war on poverty, the war on drugs, the war on black people, the sexual revolution, Soulful as a summer’s night in MOTOWN- James Brown approved, TOP approved, Berkeley approved, the coffee that Jimmy Hendrix drank before he died, the coffee that Elvis drank on his last breakfast, the coffee that Barry White crooned as he drank his cup of coffee – and the coffee that made the white boy play stand up and play that funky music, the coffee that made Jonny B Goode play his guitar, and made Jonny bet the devil his soul after he drank his morning cup of righteous coffee and the coffee that make the Rolling Stones Rock and Roll, the coffee your mother warned you against drinking, the coffee that Napoleon drank when he became the Emperor of all Europe, the Coffee that Beethoven drank when he wrote the Ninth symphony, the coffee that Mozart drank as he wrote his last symphony, the coffee that Lincoln drank before he was killed, the Hemingway drank before he killed himself, the coffee that started the 60’s, and ended the 20th century, the coffee that Lenin drank as he plotted revolution, the coffee that Hitler and Stalin drank with FDR as they divided up the world after World War 11, the cup that JFK drank before he was blown away, the coffee Jerry drinks while driving in cars with random celebrities and political figures, the coffee that Jon Stewart drinks before he goes on an epic take down of some foolish politico, the cup of Arabic coffee that Sadaam drank the day he was executed, the coffee that GW and Cheney drank when they bombed Baghdad, the Indian cup of coffee that Bid Laden drank before 9-11 and just before the seals blew his ass to hell, the cup of coffee that Tiger Woods drank with his mistresses while playing a 3, 000 dollar round of golf at Sandy Lane golf course in Barbados, the last legal drug that does what drugs should do, the cup of coffee that Obama drank when he became President, Vietnamese, Vienna brew, wacky, whimsical, Whisky Tango Foxtrot, wild, weird, wonderful, WOW, Yabba dabba doo! Yada Yada yada Zappa’s favorite cup of cosmic coffee, and Zorro’s last cup of coffee, Good to the last drop rolled into one simple cup of hot coffee
As I pound down that first cup of coffee
And fire up my synaptic nerve endings with endless supplies
Of caffeine induced neuron enhancing chemicals
I face the dawning day with trepidation and mind-numbing fear
I turn on the TV and watch the smarmy newscasters in their perfect hair
Lying through their teeth about the great success the government is having Following the great leader’s latest pronouncements
I want to scream and shoot the TV and run out side Shouting “Stop the world.
I want to get off this fucking crazy planet”
The earth does not care a whit about my attitude
It merely shrugs and moves around the Sun
In its appointed daily run
And I sit down
The madness dissipating a bit
And enjoy my second cup
Of heaven and hell
In my morning cup of Joe
Author notes
Scars Press (“Down in the Dirt” has published five of my poems both online and in print. Check it out on my blog the world according to cosmos. This one is one my favorite poems. I have posted a number of coffee theme poems on my blog
Charles Bukowski Road Not Taken
by Jake Aller on January 17, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
While reading Charles Bukowski poetry
On the metro ride home
Listening to Buddha bar music
On my oh too hip IPod
I begin to see myself as I was
Over 30 years ago when I was merely a bit player
A minor character in a Charles Bukowski poem
A wild young underemployed intellectual
Hanging out in dismal bars and dives all over Asia and California
Hanging with disreputable women and drunks and drinkers
And characters out of his kinds of haunts
A mad poet bard of the underground
A drunken poet in a drunken bum show
That nightly played in his head
Then one day I met the women of my dreams
And went down a different path
A long slow path to respectability
And now 30 years later
I am no longer a wild man
I am still a poet at heart
But I am now also a bureaucrat
In a button down suite
Doing the people’s business
Working for the Government
I’ve become the Man
Sometimes I wonder
Would I have been better off
Going down that another path
Would I have ended up
Somewhere else
Doing something else
Would I have been as happy
Would I have been as successful?
There is no answer that satisfies
The longing in my heart
For that wild thing
That still lurks beneath
It’s civilized cover
And I know that I am still
A mad poet at heart
Railing against the injustice of the world
As I work day by day in the belly of the great beast of State
I recall the ancient Chinese saying,
“Confucian during the day while Taoist rebel at night”
Playing out in my head and nightly dreams
In the true American Upper class patrician tradition
I close the book and look out the window
Get off the train, and walk slowly home
And realize I had no choice
But to take the path that I’ve trodden on
And so I put aside my misgivings
And say goodbye to my “Bukowskian” desires
For another night of domestic contentment
Was it worth it all to take the conventional path
And not take the bohemian road to hell and back
I look at my wife and realize
I had no choice, had no choice
But to follow her to the ends of the earth
And beyond by her side as we walked our path
Of shared destiny
Goodbye Charles Bukowski wherever you are
May I meet you in a bar in the next life
And figure out where we should have gone
Until then the drinks are on me.
Author notes
Scars Press (“Down in the Dirt” has published five of my poems both online and in print. Check it out on my blog the world according to cosmos.
hitchhiking America 1975 (complete)
by Jake Aller on January 17, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
April 30 In Search of America 1975 – Hitch hiking Tales
When I was young and foolish
Broke and stubborn
I hitchhiked across the USA
Started in Salt Lake City
Where my greyhound bus pass
Was stolen
The station manager
Could have helped me
But refused to do so
Threaten to call the cops
When I grabbed my bags Without the stolen tags
I said
Go ahead
But I am so out of here
Wondered about Salt Lake City
Went to a bar
Found I had to buy my booze
Next door
And they would mix it for me
Had to order food too
After a bloody Mary
And a burger
I walked about town
Saw the Mormon Temple
Finally about 3 pm
It was time to hit the road
Did not look back
Ended up in Cody Wyoming
Got a room shower
Steak beer
Using my rapidly depleted cash Spent 25 dollars
Money really went far
Back in those days
A band of professional
Communist agitators
Gave me a ride
To Des Moines
Lots of weed, booze
And politics later
Got off the road
Slept outside
Next day
A beautiful woman
Drove me to near Chicago
In a red mustang
Might have been
The girl in the song
Took it easy
Digging her vibe
She invited home
But was not sure
If her estranged husband
Would welcome me
So, I am being foolish
And inexperienced with women
Did not go to her place
And always regretted
That I had lost
My chance that day
Then on to Chicago
Several rides later
Visited friends
Hit the road again
A series of uneventful rides
With truckers
And others
And a week later
I ended in New York City
Slept along the way
In cars
In truck stops
In high way rest stops
Always moving
Always going
Non stop talking
And lots of free weed
And beer
And conversation
One more memorable ride
Occurred outside Albany
On my return to Chicago
A middle age creepy looking man
Picked me up
In a brand-new Cadillac
He was he said a dynamite deliverer
For the Mafia
Went to various places
To blow up shit
He hated a lot of people
Particularly hippies from California
And Jewish people
Looking at me to confirm
That I was both
I told him that I lived in New York
And had never been to California
And although I might have looked Jewish
As I what was called back in the day
A “Jewfro”
I was not Jewish
Many years later I discovered
That I am indeed part Jewish
But then I did not know
And I felt a bit of strategic information
Might keep me alive
Then I realized that he was just jiving with me
And we relaxed
And he pulled out some weed
And beer
And we mellowed out
But I believe that he really was with the mob
Perhaps not a dynamite dealer
A real made Italian made mafia member
By Chicago
I had enough
I called my Dad
Told him what had happened
Wanted a ticket home
And he sent me a ticket
And 500 dollars
And I went home
I told him I would tell him
My tales some day
But never did
I learned so much
About my fellow Americans
And the strange vibe
That was 1975
And now it is too late
But I wanted to finally
Tell the world
Of my hitchhiking tales
In search of America 1975
Author notes
Scars Press (“Down in the Dirt” has published five of my poems both online and in print. Check it out on my blog the world according to cosmos.
Unhinged Lunatic Howling at the Moon (complete)
by Jake Aller on January 17, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
On the night of the blood red super full moon
I sat in an evil, depraved godforsaken bar
Drinking drams of demented, fermented dream dew
Washed down by endless rounds of whiskey
rum, tequila, vodka, soju and of course beer
drinking with my buddies the Jack Daniels Gang
Drinking my way to Hell and beyond
Just as fast as I could
twenty damn drinks too sober
Just an unhinged lunatic
Dreaming of howling at the full moon
Watching the world walk by
Looking at all the fine-looking babes
Walking by the street
Thinking wild, erotic thoughts
Of endless wild libertine passions
When into the bar
That din of cosmic depravity
Walked the most beautiful women
In the Universe
So wild, so free
So wonderfully alive
I did not know what to do
As this vision of delight
Sauntered through the bar
In a skin-tight leather pant
Looked so fine
That my eyeballs hurt
And finally, I had to say something
So, I gathered up my manly courage
And walked up to her
And she looked at me
And instantly bewitched my soul
With a devilish grin
I lost all reason
And became a raving lunatic
Unhinged lunatic
Howling at the blood red full moon
Foaming at the mouth
A wild, free werewolf
Howling at the lunatic light
Of the blood red blue full Moon
Author notes
Scars Press (“Down in the Dirt” has published five of my poems both online and in print. Check it out on my blog the world according to cosmos.
Unhinged Lunatic Howling at the Moon
by Jake Aller on January 17, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
On the night of the blood red super full moon
I sat in an evil, depraved godforsaken bar
Drinking drams of demented, fermented dream dew
Washed down by endless rounds of whiskey
rum, tequila, vodka, soju and of course beer
drinking with my buddies the Jack Daniels Gang
Drinking my way to Hell and beyond
Just as fast as I could
twenty damn drinks too sober
Just an unhinged lunatic
Dreaming of howling at the full moon
Watching the world walk by
Looking at all the fine-looking babes
Walking by the street
Thinking wild, erotic thoughts
Of endless wild libertine passions
When into the bar
That din of cosmic depravity
Walked the most beautiful women
In the Universe
So wild, so free
So wonderfully alive
I did not know what to do
As this vision of delight
Sauntered through the bar
In a skin-tight leather pant
Looked so fine
That my eyeballs hurt
And finally, I had to say something
So, I gathered up my manly courage
And walked up to her
And she looked at me
And instantly bewitched my soul
With a devilish grin
I lost all reason
And became a raving lunatic
Unhinged lunatic
Howling at the blood red full moon
Foaming at the mouth
A wild, free werewolf
Author notes
Scars Press (“Down in the Dirt” has published five of my poems both online and in print. Check it out on my blog the world according to cosmos.
Charles Bukowski Road Not Taken
by Jake Aller on January 17, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Charles Bukowski Road Not Chosen
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While reading Charles Bukowski poetry
On the metro ride home
Listening to Buddha bar music
On my oh too hip IPod
I begin to see myself as I was
Over 30 years ago when I was merely a bit player
A minor character in a Charles Bukowski poem
A wild young underemployed intellectual
Hanging out in dismal bars and dives all over Asia and California
Hanging with disreputable women and drunks and drinkers
And characters out of his kinds of haunts
A mad poet bard of the underground
A drunken poet in a drunken bum show
That nightly played in his head
Then one day I met the women of my dreams
And went down a different path
A long slow path to respectability
And now 30 years later
I am no longer a wild man
I am still a poet at heart
But I am now also a bureaucrat
In a button down suite
Doing the people’s business
Working for the Government
I’ve become the Man
Sometimes I wonder
Would I have been better off
Going down that another path
Would I have ended up
Somewhere else
Doing something else
Would I have been as happy
Would I have been as successful?
There is no answer that satisfies
The longing in my heart
For that wild thing
That still lurks beneath
It’s civilized cover
And I know that I am still
A mad poet at heart
Railing against the injustice of the world
As I work day by day in the belly of the great beast of State
I recall the ancient Chinese saying,
“Confucian during the day while Taoist rebel at night”
Playing out in my head and nightly dreams
In the true American Upper class patrician tradition
I close the book and look out the window
Get off the train, and walk slowly home
And realize I had no choice
But to take the path that I’ve trodden on
And so I put aside my misgivings
And say goodbye to my “Bukowskian” desires
For another night of domestic contentment
Was it worth it all to take the conventional path
And not take the bohemian road to hell and back
I look at my wife and realize
I had no choice, had no choice
But to follow her to the ends of the earth
And beyond by her side as we walked our path
Of shared destiny
Goodbye Charles Bukowski wherever you are
May I meet you in a bar in the next life
And figure out where we should have gone
Until then the drinks are on me.
Author notes
Scars Press (“Down in the Dirt” has published five of my poems both online and in print. Check it out on my blog the world according to cosmos.
hitchhiking America 1975 reprised
by Jake Aller on January 17, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
When I was young and foolish
Broke and stubborn
I hitchhiked across the USA
Started in Salt Lake City
Where my greyhound bus pass
Was stolen
The station manager
Could have helped me
But refused to do so
Threaten to call the cops
When I grabbed my bags
Without the stolen tags
I said
Go ahead
But I am so out of here
Wondered about Salt Lake City
Went to a bar
Found I had to buy my booze
Next door
And they would mix it for me
Had to order food too
After a bloody Mary
And a burger
I walked about town
Saw the Mormon Temple
Finally about 3 pm
It was time to hit the road
Did not look back
Ended up in Cody Wyoming
Got a room shower
Steak beer
Using my rapidly depleted cash
Spent 25 dollars
Money really went far
Back in those days
A band of professional
Communist agitators
Gave me a ride
To Des Moines
Lots of weed, booze
And politics later
Got off the road
Slept outside
Next day
A beautiful woman
Drove me to near Chicago
In a red mustang
Might have been
The girl in the song
Take it easy
Digging her vibe
take it easy
She invited home
But was not sure
If her estranged husband
Would welcome me
So, I am being foolish
And inexperienced with women
Did not go to her place
And always regretted
That I had lost
My chance that day
Then on to Chicago
Several rides later
Visited friends
Hit the road again
A series of uneventful rides
With truckers
And others
And a week later
ended in New York City
Slept along the way
In cars
In truck stops
In high way rest stops
Always moving
Always going
Non stop talking
And lots of free weed
And beer
And conversation
One more memorable ride
Occurred outside Albany
On my return to Chicago
A middle age creepy looking man
Picked me up
In a brand-new Cadillac
He was he said a dynamite deliverer
For the Mafia
Went to various places
To blow up shit
He hated a lot of people
Particularly hippies from California
And Jewish people
Looking at me to confirm
That I was both
I told him that I lived in New York
And had never been to California
And although I might have looked Jewish
As I what was called back in the day
A “Jewfro”
I was not Jewish
Many years later I discovered
That I am indeed part Jewish
But then I did not know
And I felt a bit of strategic information
Might keep me alive
Then I realized that he was just jiving with me
and we relaxed
And he pulled out some weed
And beer
And we mellowed out
But I believe that he really was with the mob
Perhaps not a dynamite dealer
A real made Italian made mafia member
By Chicago
I had enough
I called my Dad
Told him what had happened
Wanted a ticket home
And he sent me a ticket
And 500 dollars
And I went home
I told him I would tell him
My tales some day
But never did
I learned so much
About my fellow Americans
And the strange vibe
That was 1975
And now it is too late
But I wanted to finally
Tell the world
Of my hitchhiking tales
In search of America 1975
Author notes
Scars Press (“Down in the Dirt” has published five of my poems both online and in print. Check it out on my blog the world according to cosmos.
madman howling at the super blue full wolf moon
by Jake Aller on January 11, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Werewolf Howling at the Super Blue Full Moon
The super blue full wolf moon
fills the sky
with its baleful evil glow
and a man fell under its evil glare
the evil super blue full wolf moon
brings out the beast in him
and he sheds his civilized veneer
the inner werewolf coming out
sniffing the air
smiling saying this is good
and begins running
down the trail
howling at the moon
at the super blue full wolf moon
as it stares down at him
urging him to worship her
the mad mood goddess
who lives in the moon
Diana commands him
compels him
and he gives in
howling like an escaped banshee
escaped from his lair in hell
howling like the werewolf he was
He strips off his clothes
and run deep into the mountains
howling insanely
driven mad
by the baleful evil light
of the super blue full wolf moon
and gives in and become once again
a werewolf consumed by the moon
the super full blue wolf moon
smiles at her victory
and the man joins Diana
in saluting his mistress
Diana the moon goddess
who lives on the moon
and comes out once a year
on the super full blue wold moon
Author notes
in honor of the super blue full wolf moon
trumpian nightmares
by Jake Aller on January 3, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
whenever I see
our dear leader
on TV
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i am filled with rage
and grief and dismay
at how we could have elected
such an obvious con man
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and when we see
what a mess
he is making of the world
total chaos president
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and I wonder yes I wonder
if we are doomed
to go to hell
led by our dear leader
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Author notes
trumpian inspired stress
the big C stalks me
by Jake Aller on January 3, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
my father and his father
both died of the big c
at age 65
and I am turning 65
in six short months
and I dread the coming
of the big C
or it insidious cousin
the big A
My mom died of the big A
and my father in law too
I fear both
the coming of the end
of my time
on this earth
but what i dread
more than anything else
is having the love of my life
depart this world
before I do
for I can’t see my life
without my wife
by my side
until the end of time
Author notes
cancer took my father and my grandfather at age 65 I turn 65 in October so I am dreading confronting the big C
five solage poems
by Jake Aller on January 3, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
five Solage Poems
coffee drink of the gods
also drink of the dogs
satan
love madness consumes me
whatever will be will be
love
dreaming dreams of what might be
wondering what will become of me
death
war rumors of war
spreading everywhere war
destruction
are these the end of time
biblical prophecies of the end time
Hell
Author notes
from a writing.com poetic form prompt.
Sam and Maria’s first kiss
by Jake Aller on January 2, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Sam met his wife
in a dream
it was his fate
she became his life
that day
she became his mate
on their marriage date
they went to a bar for a date
drank all night like in a dream
ending up kissing in that place
up a storm until they were driven out
the bar owner kicked them out
saying that was not the place
they laughed saying it was fate
it was a good start
and that was the start
of their fate
their first real date
Author notes
based on a true story. For details see Dream Girl on my web page https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com or Dreams and the Unexplainable
the last soldier sighs
by Jake Aller on January 2, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
the last soldier on earth
stood alone in the last battlefield
surveying the dead
hearing their ghostly cries
echoing in the wind
the earth does not care
goes around the sun
the last soldier walks away
filled with sorrow as he sighs
Author notes
based on a creative talents unleashed prompt
fate
by Jake Aller on January 2, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Fate has a way
Always catching up
To you embrace your fate
that is what’s up
at the end of the day
Endless dancing away
Author notes
one of my few rhyming poems
trumpian Roundeau
by Jake Aller on January 2, 2020. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
the year 2020 the US elects a president
Will the voters re-elect Trump President
that is the question that confronts the world
For the US leader is the leader of the world
the year 2020 the US elects a president
Will the voters choose again the chaos president
the Christian fundamentalists believe he was heaven sent
some believe he is the anti-Christ coming from the netherworld
the year 2020 the US elects a president
whether he is the anti-christ or heaven sent
many of his supporters may begin to repent
they have sent such a man to lead the world
fearing that he is indeed from the underworld
the year 2020 the US elects a president
Author notes
my attempt to write a Roundeau as part of the writing.com ultimate poetry contest
icy hands of death approach
by Jake Aller on December 28, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
a dead zombie comes to life
reaching out with icy hands of death
approaching the living with dread
all he wants to do
is return to being dead
but he cannot die
doomed to wander
the world
Author notes
word count photo credit nt & Photo Credits To L’Fantome/J.B.© I
Love is a Drug Haiku
by Jake Aller on December 28, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
love is my main drug
it does what all drugs should do
make you high as sky
Author notes
love is indeed my main drug
reach the Heavens above
by Jake Aller on December 28, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
when I drink my morning coffee
I am transported to heaven
as I sip my coffee
deep under its influence
my thoughts fly to the sky
dreaming dark dangerous dreams
consumed by coffee’s magic
my soul wanders the world
escaping its earthly bounds
fueled by coffee’s caffeine
reaching heaven’s gate
with every divine sip
Author notes
love my morning coffee for more coffee poems check out my blog the world according to cosmos
missing you
by Jake Aller on December 21, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
~ I miss that feeling of connection.
Knowing he was out there somewhere thinking about me at the same time I was thinking about him.
whenever I am alone
lost in time
and place
and you are far away
across the world
I yearn to see you
touch you
make love to you
and i know
that you feel the same
no power in the universe
can keep us apart
and some day
soon we will be together again
and the time apart
will fade
into nothing but a nightmare
that we want to forget
our love transcended time
and space
as we were met to meet
when you came to me
in my dreams
I knew that someday
you would walk into my life
and nothing would be the same
Author notes
based on our true life story. She was in the US Army and I was a US diplomat and for six years we were stationed apart. So I can relate to the theme of long distance love. For details on the dream see my web page https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com or Dreams and the Unexplainable by the Chicken Soup for the Soul publishers.
waking up dead
by Jake Aller on December 21, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
a dark haired women
after a long night
of drugs and alcohol
wakes up dead
she is in a dark room
in a coffin in fact
and she is underneath
a fish tank
and gold fish
and other fish
float above her
looking at her
and she screams
but no one hears her
other than the fish
who swim by
Author notes
credit pinterest photo for the prompt
broken down souls
by Jake Aller on December 21, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
you see them
everywhere these days
broken down souls
down on their luck
living on the streets
they are invisible
to most of us
as we walk
or drive on by
ignoring their existence
because it is too painful
to contemplate
how and why
they ended up there
I have taken the time
to talk to several
homeless vets
over the years
I like giving them
the chance
to tell their tale
i ask them
so Bob
tell me
how did you end up
living on the streets
I want to know
tell me your story
and they open up
eager to talk
to someone
being on the streets
is a very lonely thing
no one to talk to
everyone avoids you
as if you are carrying
an invsiable illness
and by talking to them
you would end
like them
a broken down soul
thrown out on the cruel
streets of any American city
and I wish that others
would stop by
and listen to their tales
and realize
there but for the grace
of God
goes I
life began when you walked off the bus
by Jake Aller on December 21, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
my life began
the day
you walked off that bus
out of my dreams
and into my life
I had been dreaming of you
for eight long years
waiting for this moment
then you told me
don’t worry
we would meet soon
and there you were
walking off the bus
I knew that my life
began that day
39 years ago
and every day
every moment
I thank the gods
that you came
and got me that day
Author notes
based on my true love story for details see https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com or “Dreams and the Unexplainable” by the Chicken Soup for the Soup publishers.
dreams do come true
by Jake Aller on December 21, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
She came to me
in a dream
45 years ago
the most beautiful women
in the universe
was speaking to me
standing there
staring at me
disappearing into nothingness
as I fall to the ground
screaming who are you?
nothing but the laughter
of my classmates
as I had the dream
after lunch
the dream
haunted me
for many years
I wondered
who was she
this enigmatic women
who haunted me
every night
the dream was live
in pure romantic technicolor
vivid colors
she was dressed
in a red dress
with romantic music playing
as she stared at me
then one day
she said
come to Korea
and off I went
in the Peace corps
to find her
three years later
I gave up
decided that it was time
to quit chasing the dream
and face reality
such dreams
never come true
and then she told me
don’t worry
I will see you soon
and that night
she walked off a bus
out of my dream
and into my life
39 years later
I still recall the dream
and when we are apart
I see her standing there
watching over me
and I recall the dream
that set me free
Author notes
based on a true story for details see my blog https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com
Your Love Stole My Heart That Day
by Jake Aller on December 16, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
45 years ago
you came to me
in a dream
you stole my heart
that day
as you stood there
in my dream
talking to me
in a strange language
you haunted my dreams
for eight long years
my hart belong to you
and we both knew it
someday somewhere somehow
I would find you
and then that day
you walked off
that bus
and into my life
and restored my heart
my love
and my faith
in the world
as my dreams
came true
that day
39 years ago
when you
came out of my dreams
and into my life
Author notes
based on my true love story. For details see my web page https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com “dream girl”
cocktail time approaches
by Jake Aller on December 16, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
every night
at 5 pm
as the sunsets
it is cocktail time
in my home
usually wine actually
but I enjoy
rum based cocktails
in Barbados
where I lived
I learned all
there is to learn
about the art of rum
my favorite rum drink
is dark and stormy
ginger beer
and dark rum
rum sours
with sweet lime juice
is mightly fine as well
but rum and coke
keep me
all night long
Author notes
I miss the rums of the Caribbean every island has their rum my favorite Mount Guy from Barbados the worst rum of them all is barcardi which is to rum as bud is to beer the lowest common denomiator and the worst rum of them all
Hiking In Korea
by Jake Aller on December 16, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Korea is a land
filled with mountain paths
everywhere you go
there are paths
leading deep
into the mountains
one of my favorite paths
is the world peace forrest
which meanders around
my town
linking a lake, a lotus pound
and a nice mountain peak
and on the top
on a clear day
you can see North Korean
in the distance
and the Incheon airport
near by
Author notes
one of my favorite places to hike in Korea
[ “Thy frame blends passion within the night ]
by Jake Aller on December 15, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
“Thy frame blends passion within the night
banishing sorrows unto laced enchantments
starlight amour creased upon crimson rims
coils of mystic flames curl a midnight sigh
the night she walked
out of that dream
was a night of pure enchantment
as she came from the stars
filled with amour
and crimson desire
coils of mystic flames
electricity flowed between them
as she walked into his life
he knew that she was the enchanted angel
that he had been waiting for
all those long years
Author notes
for t Finish it… Dark Love Creative – Pyrosis based on a true love story see my web page https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com
dream girl to the rescue
by Jake Aller on December 15, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Many years ago
she appeared to me
in a dream
she was the most beautiful
woman in the universe to me
when she appeared
in my dreams
I knew that I would meet her
some day some where
and I searched for her
for many years
and finally she told me
in her dreams
that she was in Korea
and off to Korea
I went
joined the Peace Corps
to find her
three years later
she walked off a bus
out of my dreams
and into my life
45 years ago
I had that dream
that haunts me
to this day
She was indeed
the cure
her love
saved my soul
that day
38 years ago
Author notes
based on a true story see my web page https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com for the Dark Love poetry contest sponsored by Pyrosis
To Life Immortal
by Jake Aller on December 15, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
one day Sam Adams
discovered that he was immortal
could not die
would live forever
Sam thought long
and hard about it
all day long
He concluded
that being immortal
was more of curse
than a blessing
and if he could
to die
he would die
when the time
was right
he wondered why
and how
he had achieved
the grace of immortality
and whether
he would enjoy
his centuries
of life
to come
or will he
be condemned
to a slow steady
decline
into nothingness
coffee poems published
by Jake Aller on December 15, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
I posted my Snarling Cup of Coffee
and other coffee inspired poems just now. Check them out at Https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com
Coffee Poems
I am a coffee addict. I admit it. Gots to have my daily fix but nowadays mostly decaf but in the morning I have a real cup to get my juices going kicking starting my day with that caffeine buzz going around my head.
I have written 60 poems about coffee and posted them on my blog – along with photos and audio clips of me reading the poems, plus one SF short story featuring an alien coffee trader.
I am sending them to Starbucks and Peets along with this cover letter.
peets coffee
Letter to Peets
Dear Peets coffee
I am a coffee addict. I admit it. Gots to have my daily fix but nowadays mostly decaf but in the morning I have a real cup to get my juices going kicking starting my day with that caffeine buzz going around my head.
I have written 60 poems about coffee and posted them on my blog – along with photos and audio clips of me reading the poems, plus one SF short story featuring an alien coffee trader.
I grew up in Berkeley and drank lots of Peets coffee at the original Peets, which I consider the mecca of coffee shops in the U.S.
Once when you were still a Bay Area chain, I took back 25 pounds of Peet’s coffee to share with my Indian friends when i was working at the US Consulate there in 2003. They loved the coffee!
“My last job
in the State Department
I had my ritual down
I would go ou
after lunch
to Peet’s across from the WH
and buy a decaf Americano
or decaf white chocolate moccha
nutmeg, cinnamon, vanilla
chocolate and hazel nut
whip cream on top
usually took it back
but sometimes
I lingered at Peet’s
soaking
in the Berkeley feeling
thinking back
to all the great cups of coffee
I have had
at Peet’s in Berkeley
the original
and the Solano Avenue
Peets coffee shop”
Now I am retired from my 27years of service with the US State Department as a diplomat, and living in Korea and wondering and hoping that you have expansion plans and are hoping you would open a Peet’s coffee shop in Seoul or even better in Youngjangdo near the airport in the new Howard Johnson’s hotel complex next to the subway.
So many Koreans have studied over the years in Berkeley that Peets is well known in Korea.There is a Berkeley Coffee shop in Iteaewon run by a former Cal Student. He loved Peet’s coffee.
Peets is available at the US military Commissary but not in the local market.
I hope you enjoy the poems and you have my permission to publish them if you wish.
the rest of the poems can be found at my web site, the world according to cosmos (https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com)
thanks
Jake Cosmos Aller
Letter to Starbucks
I am a coffee addict. I admit it. Gots to have my daily fix but nowadays mostly decaf but in the morning I have a real cup to get my juices going kicking starting my day with that caffeine buzz going around my head.
I have written 60 poems about coffee and posted them on my blog – along with photos and audio clips of me reading the poems, plus one SF short story featuring an alien coffee trader.
Starbucks is my second favorite coffee shop. Being from Berkeley, of course Peets is number one in my heart but Starbucks is number two.
I used to drink coffee at the original Starbucks downtown when I was a graduate student at UW. Who knew that Starbucks would conquer the know universe?
here is Korea there seems to be a Starbucks on every corner. But alas, no Peets.
hope you enjoy the poems.
I hope you enjoy the poems and you have my permission to publish them if you wish.
the rest of the poems can be found at my web site, the world according to cosmos (https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com)
thanks
Jake Cosmos Aller
Index
Snarling Cup of Coffee
Coffee Revolution
Ode to Coffee
No more Coffee Blues
Coffee Ya Du
Morning cup of coffee
Drinking Coffee in the Morning
Coffee Pot Killed
Drinking My Coffee
morning coffee/dawning sun
Coffee McGur Poem
Hot Coffee
Electrified Hot Coffee
Coffee Patina
Hot Coffee Che Chu poem
Coffee Love Thoughts
Morning Coffee
Morning Coffee 2
Morning coffee 3
Coffee Terzanelle
Coffee Aquarian
coffee
Japanese Coffee Barista
watching the news while drinking coffee
Vietnamese Coffee Lady
Coffee Sends Me to Heaven then Crashes to Hell
Coffee Haiku
God in My Coffee
Revolution in My Cup of Coffee
God Drinks Coffee
Coffee Haiku 2
Coffee thoughts
Coffee how I love thee
Coffee Transports me to another world
Coffee Desires
Snarling Cup of Coffee Short version
Ode to Coffee short version*
Coffee My Secret Lover short version
Coffee the Drink of Revolutionaries short version
No More Coffee Blues *short version
Coffee Revolution short version
Daily Coffee Fix
Need More Coffee
Rude Thoughts
Working Blues
This morning
Thoughts While Shaving and Drinking Coffee
Coffee Love Hate Affair
Coffee Blues
Tabang Memories
Impure Thoughts in the Coffee Line
Coffee Acrostic
Coffee Jones
Peets Mecca of Coffee Lovers
Perfect Cup of Coffee
Peets Coffee
Starbucks Coffee
Last Man in Berkeley Drinking Coffee at Peet’s
Non-Establishment Coffee
Korean Coffee Shops
Alien Coffee Merchant short story
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Snarling Cup of Coffee
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I like to start my day with a hot cup of coffee
I pound down the coffee
First thing I do every day
as the dawning sun
Lights up my lonesome room
Yeah, but not just a simple cup of java Joe, but a God damn snarling sarcastic smarmy cup of coffee
I mean, – we are talking about an alcoholic, all speed ahead, always hot, always fresh, always there when I need it, angry, attitude talk to the hand Ztude, bad, bad assed, beats breaking, beatnik, bluesy, bitter, bitchy, bombs away, capitalistic, caffeinated up the ass, cinematic, communistic, Colombian grown, Costa Rican inspired, Cowabunga to the max, crazy assed, devilishly angelic, divine, divinely inspired, dyslexic, epic, extreme vetting, evil eye, expensive, erotic vision inducing, Ethiopian coffee house brewed, euphoric, freaky, freazoid, foxy, Frenched kissed, French brewed, funkified, foxy lady, graphic, GOD in my coffee, with Allah, Ganesh, Jesus, Kali, Buddha, Christians, Durga, Hindus, Mohamed, Jesus and Mo and their friend, the cosmic bar maid, Sai Babai, Shiva, Taoists,
Zoroastrians, drinking my god damned coffee in Hell;
growling, gnarly, happy, hard as ice, Hawaian blessed, high as a kite, hippie, hip, hipster, hip hoppy, hot as hell yet strangely sweet as heaven, jazzy, jealous, Kerouac approved, kick ass, kick my god damn ass to Tuesday, kick down the doors and take no prisoners, grown in the Vietnam highlands by exVietcong, Guatemalan grown, kiss ass, illegal in every state, imported from all over the god damn world,
insane, lovely, loony, lonely, lonesome, malodorous mean old rotten, motherfucking, nasty, narcotic, never whatever, never meh, never cold, not approved by the CIA, not approved by DHS, not approved for human consumption by the FDA, not your daddy’s sissified corporate cup of coffee, NOT DECAFE coffee, not your Denny’s truck driver weak as brown water cup of fake coffee, not your establishment friendly cup of coffee, Not your FBI coffee, Not FAKE Herbal coffee substitute, but a real cup of coffee, not your farmer brothers dinner crap, not made in America for Americans, not safe for work, not your Starbucks average expensive overpriced crappy corporate chain cup of coffee, Not pretentious, Not White House approved, not State Department safe, nuclear, Not Patriotic, operatic, Peets’s coffee approved,
paranoid, pornographic, psychotic, pontific, politically aware, rapping, rhyming, right here, right now in River city, rock and roll up the Yazoo, sad, sadistic, sarcastic, sassy, satanic, schizoid, shitting, silly, sexy, smarmy, smelly, smooth, snarky, snarling, stupid, stinking, sweet as honey, sweat inducing, symphonic, Trump can’t handle this coffee, vengeful, Wagnerian, wicked, with nutmeg and cinnamon swirls, with a hint of stevia, with a hint of vanilla, with a hint of rum, with a hint of whisky, with a hint of cherry, with a hint of fruit overtones, with a hint of drugs spicing up the coffee, spendific, speeding, splendid, superior accept no substitutes, survived the Vietnam war, the Iraq war, the Afghan war, the first and Second Korean war, World War 11, the war on poverty, the war on drugs, the war on black people, the sexual revolution,
Soulful as a summer’s night in MOTOWN- James Brown approved, TOP approved, Berkeley approved, the coffee that Jimmy Hendrix drank before he died, the coffee that Elvis drank on his last breakfast, the coffee that Barry White crooned as he drank his cup of coffee – and the coffee that made the white boy play stand up and play that funky music, the coffee that made Jonny B Goode play his guitar, and made Jonny bet the devil his soul after he drank his morning cup of righteous coffee and the coffee that make the Rolling Stones Rock and Roll, the coffee your mother warned you against drinking, the coffee that Napoleon drank when he became the Emperor of all Europe, the Coffee that Beethoven drank when he wrote the Ninth symphony, the coffee that Mozart drank as he wrote his last symphony, the coffee that Lincoln drank before he was killed, the Hemingway drank before he killed himself, the coffee that started the 60’s, and ended the 20th century,
the coffee that Lenin drank as he plotted revolution, the coffee that Hitler and Stalin drank with FDR as they divided up the world after World War 11, the cup that JFK drank before he was blown away, the coffee Jerry drinks while driving in cars with random celebrities and political figures, the coffee that Jon Stewart drinks before he goes on an epic take down of some foolish politico, the cup of Arabic coffee that Sadaam drank the day he was executed, the coffee that GW and Cheney drank when they bombed Baghdad, the Indian cup of coffee that Bid Laden drank before 9-11 and just before the seals blew his ass to hell, the cup of coffee that Tiger Woods drank with his mistresses while playing a 3, 000 dollar round of golf at Sandy Lane golf course in Barbados, the last legal drug that does what drugs should do, the cup of coffee that Obama drank when he became President, Vietnamese, Vienna brew, wacky, whimsical,
Whisky Tango Foxtrot, wild, weird, wonderful, WOW, Yabba dabba doo! Yada Yada yada Zappa’s favorite cup of cosmic coffee, and Zorro’s last cup of coffee, Good to the last drop rolled into one simple cup of hot coffee
As I pound down that first cup of coffee
And fire up my synaptic nerve endings with endless supplies
Of caffeine induced neuron enhancing chemicals
I face the dawning day with trepidation and mind-numbing fear
I turn on the TV and watch the smarmy newscasters in their perfect hair
Lying through their perfect blazing white teeth
about the great success the government is having
Following the great leader’s latest pronouncements
I want to scream
and shoot the TV
and run out side
Shouting
Stop the world!
I want to get
off this fucking crazy planet”
The earth does not care a whit
about my attitude problem
It merely shrugs
and moves around the Sun
In its appointed daily run
the universe whispers
in my ear
time to drink more coffee
for an attitude adjustment
And I sit down
The madness dissipating a bit
And enjoy my second cup
Of heaven and hell
In my morning cup of Joe
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Author notes
check out my coffee poems recently published on my web page https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com
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You stormed into my life
on a tidal wave of raw emotions
overcoming dark clouds of doubt
built up over years of regret
Buddho
You shined my skies bright
lifting a veil of deep sorrows
instilled by past memories
granting me breath to breath again
LilyTheWriter
Your rain washed away
all those tears of years before
and was the flood that renew
my Earth’s barren and hellish terrain
Bush Poet
Infusing my body with your warmth
as your eyes light the pathways
to possibilities long forgotten
guiding me to safe harbours of shelter
Sweet Sorrow
I’m now ready for another summer’s embrace
sailing away from darkened waters of memories
looking ahead to a beautiful spring of tomorrow
where crimson flower of hope will bloom my way
Katie Hepburn
While oads must have their sudden curves
potholes appearing from the dark –
others find our duet a sound symphony
my heart nests in drumbeats of tomorrow
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your love
came to me
in a dream
38 years later
You are still here
green monster consumes his soul
by Jake Aller on December 11, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
A dreaming child
a green monster haunts his dreams
to consume his soul
dream love
by Jake Aller on December 11, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
38 Years of Love
38 Years of Love
38 years ago
she first walked
out of my dreams
and into my life
I dreamt of her
45 years ago
I first dreamt of her
she came to me
in my nightly dreams
haunting my life
for years
she came to me
talking to me
and I was never
the same
searched for her
for years
went to Korea
in the Peace Corps
to find her
then one day
she told me
that we would meet
soon
and then she walked off
that bus
and into my life
two months later
we got married
and 38 years later
she is still there
standing next to me
the fulfillment
of all my dreams
my dream lover
Author notes
based on true story for details see my blog https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com
must have my lust
by Jake Aller on December 11, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Joe the serial killer
woke up
burning up
with the fever
it was time
for another kill
just as before
he got dressed
to kill
dressed to impress
he walked off
into the dark night
looking for a victim
to satisfy his lust
Joe considered himself
as a vampire
as a werewolf
driven mad by desire
He walked
into his favorite bar
twenty drinks too sober
and saw her there
his victim for the night
drinking her way to hell
he joined her
and soon they were one
drunken drinking buddies
on the way to hell
He slipped her a roffie
took her outside
and to his house
where he killed her
drinking her blood
howling at the moon
the next morning
dropping her body off
in the lake
and wrote a note
to the police
taunting them
daring them
to catch him
before he killed again
and went home
and howled at the moon
Author notes
the mind of a serial killer
Wedding Dreams
by Jake Aller on December 11, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
38 years ago
I had the wedding
of my dreams
in a far away land
many years ago
I met her
the woman
I had been dreaming
for so many years
she walked out of my dreams
off a bus
and into my life
that autumn day
six months later
I found myself
standing there
getting married
taking the wedding oath
in a foreign land
surrounded by strangers
in a strange land
we had the wedding
of the century
that January day
38 years ago
45 years
after the first dream
of my wedding day
Author notes
based on a true story – my love story see my web page https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com
Emperor Donald the First
by Jake Aller on December 7, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
our Dear leader
the man in orange
can’t believe it
the whole world
is laughing at him
the greatest man
to ever be
elected President
they just don’t understand
that the President
does not have to follow
rules
rules for losers
and he is biggest winner
in the universe
He captured the white house
devoured his opponents
ate them alive
and spit them out
He and he alone
know how to fix
the world
yet the damn house
filled with damnliberalsocialsitcommunistfilth
dare to impeach him?
all over a phone call
a perfect phone call
no quid pro qou
nothing at all
how dare they
question him
they should bow down
and worship him
if only he could suspend
the constitution
and declare himself
Empire Donald the First
he laughed insanely
thinking he might just do that
and enjoy watching
his enemies’s head explode
on national TV
as he has the last laugh
the public
his people would follow him
and he would make
America great again
as America becomes
the new Roman Empire
with him as thier Caesar
Author notes
based on latest impeachment coverage see Day 1051: That’s what impeachment is for.
Inbox from WTF Just happened newszine
My Love Came to Me in A Dream
by Jake Aller on December 7, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
My love came to me
in a dream 45 years ago
in my dream world
she was the most beautiful
alluring woman in the universe
she stared at me
under a mistletoe tree
and spoke to me
endless words
in a strange language
I did not understand
all I knew
was that someday
she would be mine
and we would meet
under the mistletoe
and exchange our first kiss
someday
somewhere
she was waiting for me
I went to Korea
in the Peace Corps
to find her
i knew she was in Korea
because she had told me
in my dream world
three years later
when I had tired
of the dream quest
and was going home
i had the last
of the dream
and she told me
that we would meet soon
that night
we met
as she walked
off a bus
and into my life
I was speechless
did not know
what to say
two months later
we were married
and on our wedding day
I kissed her
under the mistelote tree
and began my life
with the woman
of my dreams
Author notes
based on a true story. See Dreams and the unexplainable by the Chicken Soup for the Soul publishers or my web site, Https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.c om
the siren of doom
by Jake Aller on December 7, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
the siren of my doom
is a black witch
sitting out
in the forest
under the blood red
blue moon
she stares at me
bewitching my soul
driving me wild
with passionate desire
I run towards her
embracing her ice cold
body
embracing my doom
as she consumes me
and I join her
in howling
at the moon
watching the end of the world on CNN
by Jake Aller on December 7, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
I often wake up
to the noisy news on my TVIPHONEANDROID DRODE DEVICE ROBOTICNEWSCOMPUTERTABLETRADIO
CNNMSBNCFOZONAMERICAYOUNGTURKSPALME RREPORTBLOOMBERGCBSNBCABCCWTODAYSHO W
the pundits’s endless screaming
the newscasters’s endless nonsense
the fake news bosses pretending
the hateful Christian Preachers
Preaching that the end times are nigh
as I listen
to this insane prattle
spewing forth from my TV set
and look about
and see the end
of the American empire
everywhere I look
the crumbling infrastructure
the failing schools
the polluted skies
and water
the politicians
true swamp masters
in their DC swamp
consuming all
in their wake
led by the fake king
the man in orange
our dear leader
who is leading
us like lemmings
off a clift
straight to hell
and as we all
descend down
that proverbial path
I wonder yet again
how did we get here
and can we avoid
our fate
in the end of the world
nothing but a mass delusion
nothing but mad propaganda
by the masters of the universe
designed to distract us all
as they steal everything
and destroy the world
in search of profit
save your soul from the corporations
by Jake Aller on December 4, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
In this Modern world
the masters of the universe maintain
everything is for sale
including our immortal souls
we are nothing but commodities
to the corporations
save your soul
from these monsters
it is not for sale
Author notes
are we nothing but commodities these days?
machines taking over
by Jake Aller on December 4, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
we live in a world
where machines
are taking over
soon we will all
be machines
Author notes
machines are taking over
Dream fantasy came to life
by Jake Aller on December 4, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
45 years ago
i had the first dream
the dream that changed
my life forever
I saw her there
standing in my dream
telling me something
then disappearing
for 8 years
she haunted my dreams
who was this mysterious women
from a foreign land
and when would I meet her
the dream haunted me
I thought of her
all the time
One day I knew
she was in Korea
and I joined the Peace Corps
to find her
I searched for her
for years but to no avail
thought I had seen her
in the distance
then three years later
when I had given up
on the dream quest
she appeared to me
saying
don’t worry
we will meet soon
that night
she walked off
a bus in Korea
and into my life
45 years ago
I had the dream
that changed my life
and 38 years later
we are still married
more together
day by day
than ever before
proof
that dreams
do come true
Author notes
based on a true story see my web page https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com for more
the sun is shining once again
by Jake Aller on December 4, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
the sun is shining once again
every evening as the night
hits o dark hundred
the wild things
come out to play
and I have nightmares
tossing and turning
until i wake up
the sun is shinning once again
the nameless fears
are banished
as I look at the sunshine
of my love
waking up
next to me
Author notes
reflections on nightmares and sunshine
to all those whom I know who have gone on
by Jake Aller on December 4, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
to all who have gone on before
as my 65 birthday looms
I reflect back
on my long life
and all those
whom have gone on
whom the Grim reaper
has chosen already
and wonder
if my time is near
Jon Weber
was my college friend
He grew up
in Austria
and moved back
to the states
but never lost
his German accent
he taught me
so much
about life
the universe
and everything
his favorite phrase
the universe is plotting against you
and only you
deal with it
and he did
My second boss
in the Foreign Service
died in nearly
wrong place
wrong time
one of many
fallen colleagues
killed by terrorists
Paul Simon
one of my state department friends
like me
not a really good fit
for the staid conservative
State Department
He passed on suddenly
massive heart attack
at age 50
Chris Richard
one of my former bosses
taught me a lot
about the foreign service
I was going to meet him
for lunch
after many years apart
then he died the day
before we were going
to get together
and my sister
Inga
eight years younger
than me
died one day
in her sleep
age 50
died of a mysterious illness
only five people
in the US
died of this mysterious illness
that took her from us
My father
died of cancer
his father died of cancer
am I next?
my mother
was taken away
by Alzheimers
and I remain
afraid of the big C
and the big A
to all those i have known
that have passed on
to the great unknown
my time on this earth
was made so much better
for having known
all of you
and someday soon
I will meet you
and drink beer
in heaven or hell
and reconnect
as only lost souls
can do
until then
the beer
is on me
Author notes
a tribute to a few of the many people who have passed on in my 64 years on this planet
Okinawa Poems
by Jake Aller on November 30, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Okinawa War thoughts
Okinawa Beckons me
Ghosts of Okinawa
Asian Linguistic Confusion
Okinawa Aquarium Thoughts
Okinawa West Coast Highway
Okinawa War thoughts
these dark moods
follow me
as I tour Okinawa
where the last battles
of world war 11 were fought
thousands died
in the first
and last outpost
of the American East Asian Empire
Okinawa Beckons me
Okinawa Japan
kept calling to me
in a dream
notifying me
always in the background
where my memories
always waiting for me
Beckons me
everywhere I go
cosmic reflections
of past lives
never seen before
seems lost in time
maybe just the spirits of the dead
everywhere I see ghosts
Okinawa Street Scene
Walking the streets
of Fabled Naha Okinawa
a life time dream
someday I would visit
I am surrounded
by ghosts of the past
and Japanese beauties
all around me
tempting me
with their sweet smiles
No wonder
so many Soldiers
brought back
Japanese wives
Ghosts of Okinawa
Ghosts of Okinawa
Touring the battlefields
of Okinawa
where so many young men
gave up their life
so many years ago
I see the ghosts
all around me
feel their spirits
floating through the air
Kilroy was here
there and everywhere
whoever that was
and John Dean wannabes
and Elvis wannabes
and so many other wannabes
and I see the ghosts of the fallen heroes
all around me
Signs
everywhere in Asia
you see strange variations
of English
Japlish, Konglish, Singlish
the street signs in Okinawa
are all in Chinese, Japanese, English and Koreans
the bus and train announcements as well
Hard to get lost
even when you want to
but the random encounters
with English words
puts a smile on my face
as I drink my “boss coffee”
wondering who is the “boss”
and why is smoking a pipe?
and many years ago
I saw on a menu
at the old Kimpo Airport
Baked Rick
and in Korean grocery stores
one can find
corn flights
I look forward
to many more years
of linguistic confusion
as I travel about Asia
Dream 1074 Visit to Okinawa Aquarium
Whenever I visit an aquarium,
zoo or wild life park
I am reminded of a prison
the prison is filled with animals
who amuse us for their food
I am sure that the animals
hate us humans
who are watching them
do their animal thing
but looking into their eyes
the eyes of the sea turtles
swimming back and forth
in their prison cell
in the Okinawa aquarium
filled with hatred
for the humans
who had imprison them
and hunt their kind
and don’t get me started
on the dolphins and killer whales
who preform acrobatic feats
for their daily meals
and the sharks
the king of the ocean killers
they too
if they could
they surely would
escape
their prison cell
screaming
Death to all humans
as they flee
back into the ocean’s depths
Okinawa West Coast Road
Riding down the west coast road
of Okinawa
echoes of other beach roads
fill my head with memories
I am reminded of Hawaii
and driving along the Oregon coast
east coast beach towns as well
and Barbados
and the Caribbean islands
all the roads
are lined with tourist resorts
beach views and restaurants
all very similar
yet different
and as the beach towns
fade away
behind us on the bus
my memories
of all the other beach towns
I have visited
fade away
into my memory hole
end Okinawa Poems
Author notes
I visited Okinawa for the first time last week. Here are my poetic impressions. See my blog https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com for my Vietnam and other travel poems
dream lover
by Jake Aller on November 30, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
the central mystery
of my life
remains the mystery
of how I met my wife
she came to me
in a dream
haunting me
nightly for eight years
then she walked
out of my dreams
and into my life
My life became divided
pre Angela
and post Angela
we met 38 years ago
and I still recall
that dream
that moment
when my dreams came true
Author notes
true story met my wife in a dream then 8 years later she walked off a bus and into my life. For details read my blog https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com
love Jones
by Jake Aller on November 30, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
I got the love jones baby
and it won’t go away
I got the low down mean as hell
love jones baby
and it won’t go away
whenever I see your face
whenever you walk into the room
I loose all reason
and surrender to the feeling
as the love jones
comes over me
I got the love jones baby
and it won’t go away
what can I do
when the love jones calls me
what can I do
but dream of you
I got the love jones baby
and it won’t go away
and as I dream
of making wild passionate love
all night long
until the sun comes up
the love jones takes over
and I become your love slave
I’d do anything you ask
anything at all
just to be next to you
because, baby
I got the love jones baby
and it won’t go away
dream love
by Jake Aller on November 30, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
I dream of my love
for eight years I dreamt of her
then she came to life
Author notes
based on true love story. For details see my blog, https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com
what is love
by Jake Aller on November 30, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
what is love
the time old question
that has no ready answer
Love comes upon you
when you least expect it
that’s the zen nature of love
you know it
when you feel it
in your bones
in your guts
overwhelming you
with feelings of freedom
feelings of warmth
deep feelings of contentment
when one is in love
the world is filled
with that love
and nothing can replace
that feeling
scientists say
that love is a delusion
nothing more than hormonal reactions
designed to get us to reproduce
and that some day
they will figure it all out
but I disagree
Love to me
is beyond our understanding
it is part
of the cosmic order
of the entire universe
and will remain
a mystery
to the day I die
true love
came knocking on my door
one day
when she walked out
of my dreams
and into my life
and still to this day
I can’t explain why
everytime I look at her
I fall in love
again and again
for she has so
bewitched my soul
and I am under her spell
until the day I die
that is what love is
to me
Author notes
I don’t know what love is only that I have been in love with the same woman for almost 45 years. I dreamt of meeting her and eight years later she walked out of my dreams off a bus and into my life. For details see my blog, Https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.c om
Who Am I to You
by Jake Aller on November 30, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Who Am I to You
who am I to you my dear?
do you think of me when I think of you?
what image of me fills your thoughts
when you think of me ?
green trees declare war on humanity
by Jake Aller on November 30, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
I often wonder
what do trees
think of us
do they hate humans
do they wish
they could come alive
and kill all humans
the trees
seem to be filled
with silent deep thoughts
and I know that they are alive
the trees stare at me
trying to figure me out
as I try to fathom
their deep thoughts
the trees seem angry
at times homicidal
filled with energy
and hatred towards humanity
some day
perhaps soon
Gaia the goddess
of the world
will roust the trees
from their slumber
and tell them
to lead the crusade
against the evil overlords
of the planet
the trees will march
screaming
death to all humans
followed by all the animals
in the wood
all out for blood tonight
the night that humanity dies
Author notes
I often wonder what trees and animals think of their human overlords
Okinawa Blues
by Jake Aller on November 30, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
in Okinawa
the warm trade winds blow away
the coming winter
Author notes
just got back from my first trip to Okinawa
My one wish came true
by Jake Aller on November 17, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
i have been blessed
my dreams did come true
I dreamt of meeting
the love of my life
for eight long years
then one day
my wish came true
she walked off a bus
and into my life
38 years ago
my dreams did come true
and my wish
to be with my soul mate
came due
Author notes
based on my true love story see my web page https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com for details
cheating death
by Jake Aller on November 17, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
I cheated death
22 times in my life
spend one year
in Walter Reed hospital
Author notes
cheated death 22 times see my web page https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com for details
timeless love
by Jake Aller on November 17, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
the story began
in ancient Atlantis
two star crossed lovers
from the planet SIrius
different social classes
forbidden love
executed for their love
the lovers
travel the world
just keep coming back
to meet
and be executed
for their forbidden love
Ancient India
Ancient Rome
German Middle Ages
Colonial America
Life as a Pirate
Roaring twenties
Korean war
it did not matter
they were doomed
to meet
fall in love
and be executed
for their forbidden love
affair
that would transcend
the rules of time
and space
itself
until one day
they met in a dream
and then they finally met
and the curse
of five thousand years
is lifted
just for a bit
Author notes
theme for my latest novel, Timeless Love being written for the NaNoWrMo contest. Just hit 30 k words half way to the finish line due November 30!
fear of dogs haunting my life
by Jake Aller on November 17, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
early on in life
I encountered a dog
on the street
down the road
from my home
i petted the dog
the dog
not liking me
snarled and bit me
scarring me for life
from that day on
I was afraid of dogs
until one day
i got a dog
for my wife
and he became
my best friend
for a few years
and now
I am a dog lover
Author notes
How I overcame my fear of dogs
falling in love while walking in the woods
by Jake Aller on November 5, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
every day
I like to take a walk
in the world peace forest
behind my house
In suburban Incheon
near the airport
as I walk down the forest path
with the love of my life
by my side
I look at her
and recall
the dream
that started it all
and as always
I fall in love
with her again
that moment
every moment
is a gift
from God
and I intend
to spend it
until eternity
with my life, my bride
my one and only
Dream girl
Author notes
based on my true love story see dream girls on AP and my blog https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com
hitchhiking America 1975
by Jake Aller on November 5, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
in 1975
when I was young
broke and foolish
I hitchhiked America
in search of her soul
and mine
two months on the road
everywhere I went
adventures
strange people along the way
bad craziness
in those times
Author notes
in the summer of 1975 I hitch hiked across America meeting lots of strange people in those strange paranoid times for details see my blog https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com
Trump Derngement Fever
by Jake Aller on November 5, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Trump derangement fever
Rolls over the entire land
Until all are affected
Most are deranged
Perhaps turning into zombies
Dead inside their souls
Everything Trump Says
Relentlessly polluting the airways
All the time 24/7
Nothing but lies, BS and deceit
Guaranteed to destroy your mind
Merely turning you into mindless clones
Everywhere I go
Nothing but the Donald Trump show
Trump derangement takes me to hell
You are my everything
by Jake Aller on November 4, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
You are my everything
You are my everything
in the whole universe
You came out of my dreams
swept into my dismal life
turning everything
inside out
upside down
taught me
the true meaning of love
and lust fulfilled
until the end of time
Author notes
based on my true love story for details see dreams girl poems on ALL poetry and in my blog https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com
in these dark times
by Jake Aller on November 4, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
in these dark times
In these dark times
filled with dark despair
all around us dread
appeals to our demons
can we break free?
Author notes
don’t give into your demons
communist cats from Berkeley
by Jake Aller on November 2, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Communist Cats of Berkeley
growing up in Berkeley
in the infamous 70’s
My best friend’s father
Was a Jewish Communist real estate agent
and his mother was a vegan Buddhist Nun
he grew up to become
a carnivorous Shakespearean actor
they had five cats, two dogs
and three mischievous monkeys
who lived in the trees
the cats were named
Stalin, Mao and Lenin
communist hero cats
Stalin was the ringleader
A black panther like cat
who was mean as hell
Mao was a pussy cat
a real pushover
and kind to all
Lenin was mischievous
always getting into trouble
they had two dogs
both scot terriers
Trotsky and Goldmand
two real bad assed
proletarian dogs
the monkeys
Ho Chi Minh and Che
lived in the trees
and chased me
throwing fruit at me
when they saw me
boy do I miss
my communist cat buddies
the leftist dogs
and the mischievous monkeys
of my fabled youth
Author notes
recollection of my childhood friend’s cats, dogs and monkeys growing up in Berkeley in the 70’s.
Journey to Hell and Back
by Jake Aller on November 2, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
one day
a man’s wife
died and ended up
in the deepest pits
of hell
all due to a computer glitch
in the cosmic judgment
machinery
that governs heaven
and hell
the man decided
to rescue her
from eternal damnation
he found the secret
passage to hell
bribed his way
into Hell
found his wife
bribed his way back
and god rewarded him
with a free pass
to heaven
for him and his wife
good things happen
to those who have faith
in the power of love
and the miracle of life
dreams for the new year
by Jake Aller on November 2, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
in 2020 I dream
that the long nightmare
that is the Trump reality show
will finally end for good
living the dream
by Jake Aller on November 2, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
I do not dream dreams
I dream movies
complete with action
love, drama
music
and in my dreams
reality is so much
more real
than in the pale
light of the dismal day
I much prefer
my dream world
to the mundane world
and hope that you too
will live your life
in your dreams
dreams do come true
by Jake Aller on November 2, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
dreams do come true
I dreamt of meeting
the love of my life
8 long years
she haunted my dreams
then one day
she walked off a bus
and into my life
and that is
the end of the story
Author notes
based on my true love story for details see my blog Https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.c om
gone to Hell and back
by Jake Aller on November 1, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
one day
a woman died
and arrived in hell
by mistake
due to a cosmic computer error
she was due in Heaven
and not in hell
her husband
dreamt she was in hell
and knew he had
to rescue her
and so he conspired
to enter Hell
and bring her back
there was a loophole
in the law
that allowed
for him to rescue her
and so he entered
into hell
through a secret entrance
and found her
bribed his way
out of hell
and brought her back
to life
death to all humans
by Jake Aller on November 1, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
walking down the street
I came upon a cat conference
the cats were talking
about the end of humanity
the cats had enough
they were on the war path
death to all humans
the cats chanted
they saw me
and came after me
hundreds of cats
screeching at me
like escaped banshees
straight from hell
they surround me
blocking my escape
plotting my death
as I fought for my life
a dog came up to the cats
and chased them away
and smiled at me
just doing his dog thing
and I thanked him
he smiled
and I walked away
the sound of the cats
chanting
death to all humans
hung in the air
as I walked away
with my new best friend
the dog
that saved my life
that morning
the dawning sun over the ruined earth
by Jake Aller on November 1, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
A man is wandering down a lonely mountain path
waiting for the coming dawn
filled with horror and death
the world has ended
and he has survived
when everyone around him
has died
due to the super bug
Every morning he goes for a walk
hoping to find someone
to talk to
only he sees are the dead
and the ghosts
in the wind
the dawning sun
offers little comfort
today will be another
lonely day
in paradise
Author notes
sun rise over the last man on earth
last weekend in Seoul
by Jake Aller on November 1, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
last weekend
in Seoul
I went for a hike
in the mountain
behind my house
where I go
for my daily walk
the course
takes me deep
in the woods
with killer views
and the fall colors
are magnificent
as I walk down the path
thinking of winter
and the ending
of the year
that was
and the beginning
of the end
of my time
on this planet
as I walk down the path
deep in thought
I see a flower
blooming all alone
the flower seems to say
rejoice love one another
life is good
despite the coming winter
and I go home
filled with love
and hope
for the future
Author notes
part of my daily routine
Only in SF
by Jake Aller on October 28, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
One Day In SF
One day
while driving down Geary
in fame SF
I saw a sight
that would haunt
my nights for many years
I saw a young white punk
a white punk on drugs
walking down the street
with a purple mohawk
dressed in leather
and torn jeans
and a don’t F with me
attitude
zdude to the max
just another random
SF freakazoid
getting his nightly
freak on
He was walking a dog
a snarling doberman
who also had ztude
on top of the dog
was a cosmic cat
looking about
and on top of the cat
riding him
as if he was the boss
of this motley crew
was a white lab rat
just looking about
as if to say
WTF you looking at dude
I wanted to take a picture
but the moment was gone
later I learned
it was on Instagram
but I never saw the photo
the moment lingered
in my mind
a metaphor perhaps
of how we can all
live together
and love one another
Author notes
based on a true story if any one saw the Instagram photo and can share that it would be awesome
cheating death the jogging accident
by Jake Aller on October 28, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
in 1995 I went jogging
early one morning
In suburban DC
fell down a ledge
that I thought
was the path
broke my heel
into a millions pieces
went to the ER
advised me
that I needed surgery
went to San Antonio
where my wife
was stationed in the military
the doctors there
put shark cartridge
into my ankle
developed a staph infection
became multiple drug resistance
spent almost a year
in the hospital
14 operations later
after months of IV antibiotics
I was “cured”
almost had my life amputated
almost became
a one legged Jake
the doctors had discovered
that I had a mysterious parasite
whose own know function
is to swell up the size
of a basketball
instantly killing you
if you take steroids
got rid of it
later had to take a steroid shot
due to a frozen shoulder
that came on
due to excessive antibiotics
if the docs had not found
the parasite
I would have died
a medical mystery
Author notes
based on a true story see “cheating death 22 times” in my blog https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com
life the universe and the dream that set me free
by Jake Aller on October 28, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
now that I am getting old
i often reflect
on the past
on how my life
turned out
and why it did
what could I have done differently
and what would I change
but there is one thing
that I know for sure
the central mystery
of my life
is how she came
out of my dreams
and into my life
38 years ago
46 years since the dream
when she walked
off that bus
I knew that life
had truly begun
everything else
was but a prelude
to the main event
the love story
the endless story
of me
and my dream girl
Author notes
true story see my web page Https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.c om for details
Anger management classes
by Jake Aller on October 26, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
it seems to me
from watching the TV
that the entire country
needs to take anger management classes
but perhaps it is to late
the fear lurking in the walls
by Jake Aller on October 26, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
so Mr. Jones
tell us again
what happened
well I was out
with my friends
for a night
of wild fun
took some acid
and cocaine
and drank
and hit the road
ended up
late at night
and saw an old inn
and got a room
we did not know
that the house
was haunted
by a fiend
from hell
the owner of the Inn
welcomed us
invited us to stay
and have dinner
the next day
when we got up
hungover
we found that one
of our group
Rick had gone missing
when we joined Laird
for dinner
he said he had a surprise
for dinner
we would dine
on Backed Rick
and he brought out a platter
with Rick’s head starting at us
Author notes
based on a short story I wrote check out my web page https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com
traveling in the ruins of America
by Jake Aller on October 26, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
traveling in the ruins of America
it only took five years
for the American Empire
to become yet
another lost empire
the world ended
as the President of the United States
launched the trade wars
that led to real wars
and eventually led
to nuclear war
the war to end all wars
the nuclear war
led to the year
without summer
massive storms
raced across the land
putting out the buring fires
the cities
became dead zones
people fled
into the countryside
where they were hunted
by the neo savage canibal gangs
only a few small towns
survived
by becoming fortresses
against the evil
all around
trade collapsed
travel became impossible
the internet was broken
central governments
fell apart
within five years
less than 10 percent
of the world remained
wild animals proliferated
lions and tigers escaped
as did elephants and zebras
and all sorts of other animals
wolves came back
coyotes were everywhere
feral dogs joined the fun
as did the feral cats
the wolves dog coyote bands
hunted humans
as did the tigers and lions
and the cannibal gangs
five years after the fall
of the old world
I was living
in Ft Ashland
and I took a journey
to see what had happened
and I traveled
the ruins of America
and mourned
the death
of the late
American Empire
Author notes
my take on the end of the world
the number of the beast is all around us
by Jake Aller on October 26, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
the number of the beast is all around us
we live in the end times
as foretold in the bible
or so the TV preachers say
we live in a world
where a con man
can convince the world
that he is a man of God
sent to earth
to save our mortal souls
because only he can
because he is the one
the number of the beast
is branded about
bar codes this
and implants that
and all along
the number of the beast
stares at us
from our TV sets
The number of the beast
is all around us
and we are all doomed
as the end times
rapidly comes to live
and we are living
with our anti-Christ
Donald Trump
the first and last
King of America
Author notes
my take on the end times and the number of the beast
dream girl comes to life
by Jake Aller on October 25, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
in 1974 I had the dream
that changed my life
I fell asleep
after lunch
in a boring physics calls
a drop dead beautiful Asian women
was standing there
talking to me
in a foreign language
she dissappeared
and I fell to the ground
yelling who are you?
I had the same dream
month after month
for eight long years
the dream haunted me
and the dream made me
afraid to get involve
with anyone else
for I was destined
to meet
the girl in the dream
one day I had to decide
where to go
in the peace corps
Korea or Thailand
I chose to go to Korea
as I knew she was there
waiting for me
three years later
I was ready
to give up
on this foolish quest
ready to return to the states
for graduate school
then I had the last dream
she said
don’t worry
we will meet soon
걱정마
우리는 곧 만날 것입니다
geogjeongma
ulineun god mannal geos-ibnida
and that night
the girl of my dreams
walked off the bus
and into my life
we have been together
ever since that day
46 years after
I first dreamt of meeting her
Author notes
based on a true story as detailed in my web page https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com and in the book, “Dreams and the unexplainable”
Future Worlds
by Jake Aller on October 25, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
one day
I woke up
and realized
that something was wrong
the power was out
and I went outside
and saw
that all the buildings
were ruins
the cars were all gone too
there were no people anywhere
it was as silent as the grave
My wife and I went for a walk
came upon a pack of dogs
eating a deer
the dogs looked at us
and gave chase
we made it home
decided to get some supplies
and find some survivors
we walked outside
saw a lion devouring a cow
and more dogs
chasing deer
and everywhere
the silence of the grave
no one human
left alive
we went to the store
got supplies
walked to Costco
and got more supplies
some dogs were following us
we gave them some food
and they adopted us
and we wondered
where in hell
did all the people go?
no answer to our queries
the internet was long dead
and Mr. Google
did not answer us
Author notes
based on a short story I wrote on my web page https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com
dream girl
by Jake Aller on October 25, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
many a year ago
I had a dream
of meeting the love
of my life
She came to me
in the dream
speaking to me
and then disappearing
into thin air
for eight years
the dream consumed me
with her weekly visitations
led me to go to Korea
to find her there
and then one day
she walked off a bus
and into my life
and that made
all the difference
in the world
Author notes
maybe not dark enough? a bit supernatural though but it is a true story for details see my blog https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com
freak show
by Jake Aller on October 25, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Freak show
reality TV show
Everywhere I go
All I See are the the political freakazoids
Showing up on my TV screen
hatred oozing out
over my TV screen
who else but Trump would be in charge?
the chameleon’s dark dreams
by Jake Aller on October 25, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
a chameleon is taking a nap
on his jungle tree house
in Barbados
and as he naps
he has his favorite dream
death to all humans
humans have been hunting
his kind for decades
imprisoning them as pets
last week they got his cousin
who is now living in NYC
the chameleon hates humans
and he knows
that everyone else
does too
for the humans
are bad news
they took over the planet
and are screwing it up
for everyone
and they don’t know
and they don’t care
thinking that they
are the boss
of us creatures
the chameleon knows
that a day of cosmic justice
is coming soon
and with that thought
the chameleon turns
bright red
in righteous anger
space alien children at play
by Jake Aller on October 25, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
two space alien children
are lost crashed on earth
walking down a path
looking for food
sun and moon conspire
by Jake Aller on October 23, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
end of the world
the sun and moon conspire
death to all humans
Author notes
end of the world haiku
married dream girl
by Jake Aller on October 23, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
married dream girl
45 years after first dream
38 Years of Love
Author notes
true story. first dream of meeting my wife 45 years ago in high school, met 38 years ago when she walked off a bus and into my life. for details see my blog https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com
dream Girl Rescues Me
by Jake Aller on October 22, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
many years ago
I had the dream
that haunted my life
for seven long years
in my dream
I saw an angel
the most alluring woman
in the whole universe
speaking to me
in a weird language
and she disappeared
from my dream
for seven long years
every few weeks
I saw her
standing next to me
one day
I had to decide
where to go
in the Peace Corps
and I had the dream
and she was in Korea
and off to Korea
I went
I searched for her
and never found her
until the day
I had decided
to leave for graduate school
that night
I met the girl
in the dream
she walked off a bus
and into my life
and I postponed
leaving for a year
we got married
after two months
and have been together
37 years
45 since the dream
and to this day
when I look at her
I see the woman
in the dream
Author notes
based on true story for details see my blog https://theowrldaccordingtocosmos.com
coffee addiction
by Jake Aller on October 22, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
I am a coffee addict
ever since I first
drank my first cup
45 years ago
I love my coffee
the buzz
the intensity
the high
yet coffee
has made me a slave
to her dark desires
and I can not live
without my daily
cup of heaven
and hell
in my snarling cup
of hot cosmic coffee
[ The Mad Laird Strikes Again ]
by Jake Aller on October 22, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
The Mad Laird Strikes Again
Sam Adams, a middle age White American man, 6 feet 2 inches living in Berkeley, California had long wanted to do a walk about through the wilds of Scotland. Scottish culture had fascinated him since he was part Scottish on both sides of the family. One day he woke up and decided it was the time he fulfill his life long quest. He spent days researching various options. He also spent weekends taking long walks in the Berkeley hills to get in shape.
His wife would join him in Paris after he completed his 14 day walkabout. He would hike from inn to inn but a few nights would have to camp out. He had made all the arrangements on line and on the phone. He flew to London with his wife and then she went to Paris while he took the train to Iverness.
When he arrived in Inverness, Jamie Mc Pearson, a friendly avuncular Scotsman with a big beer belly and a long flowing beard, met him and a few other fellow travelers.
He said he had a few words of warning. He urged people to stay together. He said he felt uncomfortable sending people out on the trail alone as there were wild animals out there including feral dogs, cattle, horses, cats, bobcats, foxes and wild boars, and even rumors that wolves were coming back. The trail was rough in spots. Some parts of the trail were real wilderness and if you got into trouble, it could be days before anyone came along.
and there are some highway men who hang out along the trail robbing people and raping woman. the authorities are having a hard time finding them as the locals are standoffish and refuse to rat out their neighbors and friends. If you encounter them, give them your cash, and some food and provisions and they may let you walk out alive. Depending on their mood and how much they drank that day and how much meth they had consumed before they meet you. Big Jake is the ring leader and he is one of the most meanest sons of bitches you would would ever met. But, there is one more thing I need to warn you about.
He ended by recounting the tale of the Mad Laird Ghost of the Highland Moors that delighted in killing innocent hikers. He said the Mad Laird is an ancient cursed creature that kills and eats the bodies of those he kills
He comes out of the fog dressed in an ancient kilt and playing the bagpipes while riding upon a black horse. He stops the traveler and asks him what he or she is doing in his lands with out permission? Then he challenges the traveler to a drinking contest. If the traveler wins he will let him go, if the traveler loses he will kill him.
So far this year they have had ten encounters, nine of them fatal. One drank the Laird under the table and escaped to tell the tale.
Sam dismissed the tales as nothing but a gimmick to get him to hire out a guide. He laughed and said,
“Well I’ll take my chances. I am not afraid of ghosts, after all they don’t exist..
James replied
”Well don’t say that I did not warn you. I hope you know what you are doing my American friend. See you on the other side in one week’s time I hope.”
He got up late, had breakfast said goodbye to James and hit the trail about 11 am. It was a cool day.
Mid-day he is walking through a thickly forested upland and then emerges from the forest into a wide meadow. As he crossed the meadow a thick fog settles in and soon he is walking by flashlight and is having a hard time seeing the trail. His flash light dies and his cell phone dies as well. He is miles from anywhere and is feeling a bit scarred. It is cold and dark and he is chilled to the bone. Suddenly he hears someone playing the bagpipes. The sound comes closer and then he sees emerging from the fog a man dressed in an ancient Laird’s kilt on a black horse. The man on the horseback stops and looks at Sam, and says,
“What are you? And what ye be doing on my lands without my permission? Speak up lad.”
My name is Sam Adams and I am
an American from Berkeley, California and I am on a walk about tour of the highlands and was unaware that this was private property.”
The old man on the horseback, barks out,
” American, eh? From California? Never heard of it. That’s what you ungrateful colonials are calling yourselves these days.
Well, tell you what. If you can out drink me, I will let you live. If not, I must kill you for trespassing on me land. I own all of these mountains that I do. I am the Laird of these mountains. That’s the deal, take it or leave it colonial.”
They start drinking and soon the old Laird is fast asleep and Sam struggles to his feat and starts walking down the trail.
The Laird wakes up and rides down the trail and catches up to him.
He said,
“Well lad, we still have some drinking to do but first we’ll have dinner. Say me new American best buddy. What do you think about the legends of the ghost of the mad Laird that haunts these woods and kills unwary travelers like your self?”
“I don’t believe in ghosts There are no such things
The fog lifts revealing a full moon over the Moors, and highlands.
Sam looks up and sees that the light of the full moon is going right through the old man’s clothes and body.
Sam screams and jumps up and starts running. The Laird comes after him and raises his axe and says,
“Do you believe in ghosts now me American friend?”
Sam’s body was found a few days later. It had been cooked over a fire and half eaten. And there was a note
“Do you believe in ghosts now me American friend?”
Author notes
encountering the mad laid of the Scottish Highlands
11 am Sunday Morning
by Jake Aller on October 21, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
11 am Sunday morning
anywhere in the USA
is the most segregated hour
most segregated place
white people in white churches
black people in black churches
hispanics in Spanish speaking churches
Asian immigrants in Asian language churches
Africans in African churches
Muslims at home or work
Hindus at home or work
Jews at home or work
the unchurched religious nones
at home or coffee shop
watching the Sunday news shows
Author notes
11 am the most segregated hour of the week
A Million Ways to Die
by Jake Aller on October 21, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
there are a million ways to die
in this corrupt world of ours
you can be killed
by a random act
of senseless violence
by a gun man
on a mission
to kill all humans
you can die of old age
or a disease
you can die in an accident
you can die in a darwain award accident
you can die of an heart attack
you can die of laughter
you can die of a broken heart
and most importantly
you can die
from listening to Donald Trump
too much
Author notes
a million ways to die
Death to All Humans
by Jake Aller on October 21, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
while walking down the path
Iate at night
In Suburban Incheon
I came upon
the secret cat
cabal conference
the cats were gathered
on the sidewalk
deep in telepathic communion
ignoring the humans
walking about them
the lead cat
announced
operation
kill all humans
is about to begin
and all cats
must unite
in throwing off
the rule of the evil humans
who have been abusing cats
for countless centuries
I have it on good authority
that the dogs are in on it too
the dogs of war
are eager for a fight
and the horses and cattle
and birds
and even the bees
and the fishes in the sea
all are ready to go
the operation begins at dawn
and we will not rest
until the world is human free
and we are acknowledged
as the rightful rulers
of this planet
death to all humans
the cats began to chat
and they looked at me
and I was afraid
and ran away
with the demon cats
on my tail
chanting death to all humans
Author notes
inspired by a true story watching a cat conference at night when ten cats were communing and I swore they were thinking death to all humans!
closing time
by Jake Aller on October 19, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Closing Time
closing time
end of time
end of the night
in a god forsaken bar
somewhere
on the left side
of reality
drinking drams of dream dew
endless drinks
20 drinks too sober
drinking with the bar maidens
the lost souls of the damn
the half women
half men denizens
of the mean streets
sexual confusion
gender bending norms
bad craziness
in the air
as the mood consumes me
and I laugh
howling at the full moon
shining on the street
outside the bar
I stumble outside
and see the sun
coming up
the night turns into day
and I walk into the sun
a werewolf no more
central mystery of my life
by Jake Aller on October 19, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
the central mystery of my life
the reason I am still here
is that I married
the girl of my dreams
She haunted my dreams
for eight long years
then walked off
that bus
and into my life
which began
that day
Author notes
true love story for details see my blog https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com
Buddha Child Cries
by Jake Aller on October 19, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
the old buddha child cries out
no one hears his cries of pain
time catcher
by Jake Aller on October 19, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
the time catcher
was late
for his daily appointment
his daily attempt
to keep time from collapsing
upon itself
to save time
from time itself
the enemies of time
were legend
from the future
and the past
all conspiring
to change time
and time
conspiring back
the time catcher
stood at the brink
of time
at the end of the world
just another lost soul
in the end
abandoned by God
and the devil
lost in time
lost in space
nothing but dust
in the cosmic wind
angel facing the dawning sun
by Jake Aller on October 19, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
a lost angel
wandering in the wilderness
comes upon a meadow
as the sun comes up
she smiles
as she see sees the dawn
and her vision quest
is almost over
she thinks about her life
and where she had fled
from the dismal dark
corners of her diseased mind
just another lost soul
looking for cosmic redemption
as she turns
to face the sun
and learn of her fate
and that of the earth
she smiles
and laughs
[ late one night ]
by Jake Aller on October 19, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
late one night
I was lost
wandering the streets
of Bangkok Thailand
down by the bars
by the tracks
twenty drinks too sober
looking for some action
wanting to drink
my way to hell
I walked into that bar
that din of iniquity
surrounded by naked ladies
I started drinking
with my demons
inside
and soon I became
unhinged
a werewolf
free of its restrains
I roar and scream
and run outside
howling at the moon
and the demons
from hell
are fast on my heals
chasing me
through the dark dangerous streets
demonic fiends everywhere
I run and run
and they are gaining on me
had too much to drink
as the sun comes up
the demons of the dangerous dark
stop and turn into dust
vampires can’t stand
the dawning light
and I run into the dawning sun
safe again
until the next next
of bad craziness
unleashes the wild things
from their prison
deep inside my head
Author notes
one night in bangkok
A cat’s dark nightmare
by Jake Aller on October 19, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
a black cat
walking down a path
under the moonlight
thinking dark thoughts
the black cat
is a special cat
dispatched from hell
working with the grim reaper
the black cat
is on the prowl
searching for those
whose time is up
the cat knows
and the cat walks
the dark pathways
to your door
and when you open the door
the cat swoops in
and bewitches your soul
taking you with him
as he meets his Satanic master
with your soul as his present
all in all
a good day for haunting
Author notes
a dark cat poem
drinking your way to hell
by Jake Aller on October 19, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
paralyzed, in desperation
she made her peace with
self intoxication
after endless nights, with silent
tears wept, no salt stains her cheeks
frozen at a mirror in the face
of imperfection,
she lost her will to speak
as she stared out
in desperation
from her lonely room
drinking to oblivion
but sleep does not come
she remains
twenty drinks too sober
she walks out into the rain
walks down to the bar
that evil den of inquiry
still twenty drinks too sober
she starts drinking
drinking her way to hell
and back
showing the devil her soul
hoping for redemption
as the sun rises
and she goes home
and finally
sleep overcomes her
and she slides down
all the way down
to hell
Author notes
my take
three autumn colors
by Jake Aller on October 19, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
fall colors
fill my lonely path
lighting my way forward
orange, red, yellow
purple, green blue
all the colors of the universe
walking down the mountain trail
enjoying the autumn splendor
wondering if winter is near
Author notes
fall color reflection haiku
You stole my Soul
by Jake Aller on October 19, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
45 years ago
you came into my dreams
and haunted my life
until one day
you walked off that bus
and into my life
stealing my soul
my heart and my life
when I first saw you
I knew that my life
was over
that life began again
with my eternal soul mate
the woman I had been searching for
all my life
the woman of my dreams
and so I went to you
poured out my soul to you
confessed my undying love to you
and you accepted me
and made me whole
completed me
made me the man
that I was meant to be
Author notes
true story – for details see my web page Https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.c om
rumors of war
by Jake Aller on October 17, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Rumors of War
it seems that
we are in the end times
wars, and rumors of war
terrorism all around us
the dogs of war
are restless, just waiting
to emerge from their lairs
to unleash havoc
death and destruction
end of the world
and the leader of the world
our purported president
is every day
becoming more deranged
moment by moment
loosing his mind
as the inner demons
take over
and at such a time
when the whole world
seems to be sliding towards war
Our dear leader
seems determined
to lead us to the ultimate
war of all
world war 111
looms ahead
it could start any day
and nothing will stop
our idiot in chief
from unleashing
the dogs of war
Author notes
more musings on the end times
the End Times Approaches
by Jake Aller on October 17, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
the End Times Approaches
why do I feel
the end times are approaching
with each passing day
the news gets worst
the hatred grows
the fear grows
the end of time
comes closer to our door
and I fear
the growing power
of the fascists
and their ilk
and I fear
that the world
is ending soon
Author notes
more musings on the end times
another day another shooting
by Jake Aller on October 17, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Another Day Another Shooting
another day in paradise
just another day in America
land of the free
Home of the brave
and guns
lots of guns
more guns for all
cries the NRA
yes another day
another gun battle
another white man
who just wants to kill
the President sends his condolences
Thanks the law enforcement
for an incredible job well done
It was horrible
Hate has no place
in our country
and we will take of it
and do what ever we can do
condolences
nothing but false words
empty words
lots of things to do
it is mental illness problem
but he fails to mention
the words gun at all
not at all
and tomorrow and tomorrow
but he at least finally said
hate has no role in country
nothing but prime BS
in my humble opinion
he did not mention
white supremacy
his rhetoric had nothing
nothing to do about this at all
and so tomorrow
I will turn on the TV
and we see
nothing at all
and the dead
will remain dead
the guns will fire again
nothing will be done
welcome to America
land of the free
home of the brave
Author notes
when will this madness end?
mountain forrest after fall of humanity
by Jake Aller on October 17, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Mountain Forests
Driving through the vast forests
Of Central Oregon
Through the wall of trees
I imagine them talking to me
The trees are whispering
Dark satanic rituals
Voodoo mumble jumble
Evil chanting
Then they speak
Loud and clear
Welcome humans
To our world
You think you are
The king of the world
The lords of creation
Masters of the universe?
Soon, all too soon
God and Gaia his daughter
Will tire of you
Their latest plaything
They will discard you
Throw you down
Disgusted at the world
You have made
You took the world
They gave you for your pleasure
This huge wonderful world
Filled with life
You took a paradise
Beautiful, bountiful
Rich and wonderful world
Turned it into a sewer dump
God and Gaia
Are not happy
Not happy at all
With you stupid humans
They will rise up
Smite you down
And turn you
Into dust in the cosmic wind
And we will laugh
and we will be witnesses
at your funeral
but we will not cry
No one will cry
No one will miss you
No one cares about
The fate of humanity
And so you
Will fade away
Into the distance past
Just dust in the cosmic wind
And the trees started laughing
And the birds and bees
And all the other animals
All joined in the manically laughter
Laughing at the prospect
Of poetic justice
For the enemies
Of the natural world
And the coyotes
And the wolves
Joined in howling
Under the light of the full moon
Thus I imagined
Would be the end of days
The end of the world
And the end of humanity
Author notes
end of the world musings
Ghosts in Yakima
by Jake Aller on October 17, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Ghosts in Yakima
Walking along a graveyard
Looking for my father’s grave
Seeing all the gravestones
I begin to sense the spirits
Of the restless dead
They linger around the graveyards
Waiting for visitors
Eager to talk to anyone
Who cares to stop
And chat
So lonely being a ghost
With no one to haunt
Author notes
communing with ghosts at my father’s grave in Yakima Washington 27 years after his death
visiting father’s grave
by Jake Aller on October 17, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Visiting Father’s Grave
Visiting my father’s grave
In Yakima
The ancestral land of the Aller clan
Thinking about my father
And his legacy
And thinking that I am
My father’s son
There is so much
I wanted to tell him
So much I wanted to share
So much I wanted him to see
My accomplishments
He was taken from me
Before I had achieved
my dreams
Before I had become the man
That he and I both knew
I was destined to be
Author notes
written after visiting my father’s grave 27 years after his death
Cat Dreams
by Jake Aller on October 17, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Cat Dreams
cat sitting smiling
cat lost in buddha trance thought
cat dreams kill humans
Author notes
another cat poem this one a haiku
[ Strange Cat Watching Me ]
by Jake Aller on October 17, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Strange Cat Watching Me
A cat sits on the edge of a bed
Watching me watching him
Both of us thinking
What sort of strange creature this is
That has invaded our personal space
Upending our daily routines
The cat came up to me
Staring at me
with his soulful eyes
Boring into my very soul
Looking for answers
To these dark fundamental questions
The cat smiles a mysterious smile
And purrs in contentment
Having found an answer of sorts
And indicates that we can be friends
As long as I know
That he is the boss of me
And I pet him
Acknowledging
the time honored
Ritual of human cat interaction
That dates
back to the dawn of time
When humans and cats
First became aware
Of the other
Strange creature
that shared
our planet
Author notes
another cat poem
Oregon Demon cat
by Jake Aller on October 17, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Oregon Demon Cat
The demon cat
Lived in Medford Oregon
The demon cat was a big black cat
His eyes were filled with demonic energy
He stared at you
Looking into your very soul
Filled with anger, and hatred
For the entire human race
He seemed at times
To be not from this planet
Perhaps an alien species
Studying the human race
Or perhaps he came
Form hell itself
The demon cat loved to torment visitors
For some reason he hated the man’s daughter
The cat would stare at her from his perch
Down the hall from the old man
Then he would run at her
Screaming like an escaped banshee
Straight out of hell
She told her dad
Either the cat goes
Or I go
He said
See you later
The demon cat smiled
At the small victory
And she left the house
With the demon cat
Screeching good bye
Author notes
as related to me by my barber in Medford Oregon
deep fake era
by Jake Aller on October 17, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
The Deep fake era is upon us
Every thing is fake these days
Everything is a fraud
Prepare for the deep fake world
Fakery, fraud, and falsehoods abound
All artfully done
Killing the last shred of human decency left
Everything is a deep fake
these days
Author notes
part of my fake things collection see my web site https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com for more fake things poems
I don’t get it
by Jake Aller on August 27, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
I don’t Get It
Mr. Speaker
I admit I don’t get it
How does praye
Stop gun violence?
Prayer did not work in Texas.
26 people were murdered
while praying.
God if he exists
Obviously does not care
About the poor people
Who died in his church
Because a mad man
Got a gun
And no they were not praying
To be delivered from death
No one deserves to die like this
So my prayer to you
Is simply this
Get off your rear end
Rally the country
And do something
About gun violence
That’s a prayer
I hope works
Dear Speaker Ryan
by Jake Aller on August 27, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Dear Speaker Ryan
I want to tell you something
The dead don’t want your prayers
The dead don’t care that you pray for them
They are dead after all
And you and your so-called Christians
Are to blame
You refuse to do anything
Anything at all
to stop the carnage
In our streets
The U.S. is flooded with guns
And more are sold every day
Millions of people don’t have health coverage
Millions are barely surviving
And your answer
Our dear great compassionate Speaker
Your answer
Is Prayer works
Government action does not
You act as if the gun violence
Plaguing our country
Was like the weather
Beyond our control
So here’s my prayer for you
And your colleagues
When you die
I pray that God
Will send you
And your friends
Straight to hell
Where Satan and his demons
Will use you for target practice
That’s my prayer to you
And as you know
Prayer works
Author notes
another gun poem
It’s a Gun Situation, Mr. President
by Jake Aller on August 27, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
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 no 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 men killing other people
Not Islamic terrorists
Most are in fact
Self-proclaimed Christians
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?
Author notes
another gun poem
Virginia Beach Massacre Never Again
by Jake Aller on August 27, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Virgina Beach
In a night of horrific scumbagery violence
Rarely seen in this jaded age of ours
Gone in one hour
In a spasm of horrific scumbagery violence
I
In just a few short minutes
Nothing more than that
In just a few moments
All 12 victims were murdered
By a disgruntled employee
Every one he knew was shot
And killed for no reason
Caused by the demons
His soul was so infected
Murderous demonic voices
All in his head
Screaming kill them all
kill them all
Screaming none stop violence in his head
All the time
Causing him to start shooting
everyone he saw
Regardless of who they were
or where they were
Everyone must die
screamed the demonic voices in his head
No one can be left alive
Everyone must die
Virtually all must die
in his internal video game
Everyone must die
Regardless of who they were
or where they were
Again just another day
Gone horribly wrong
All across America
In
every town
No where is safe anymore
Virgina Beach massacre
Virgina Beach massacre
Just another
Average night in America
An Active Shooter
scumbagery violence
Rarely seen
in this jaded wild world
Gone in one hour
In a spasm of horrific
scumbagery
In just a less than 30 short minutes
Nothing more than
In just a few short 30 moments
All the victims
were murdered while at their daily
work
wrong place wrong time
act of a demotic deranged madman
voices screaming Kill
The voices scream
death to all humans
All must be killed
The voices scream over and over
All must die now
Just another night in America
Land of the Free
Home of the free
Author notes
another gun poem
More Guns for Everyone
by Jake Aller on August 27, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
More Guns for Everyone in the World
The NRA has decided
That the best solution to global problem
Of rampant violence and crime everywhere
Is for the rest of the world
To become like the U.S.
Where anyone can buy a gun
As an armed society is a polite society’
And so the President i
s about to announce
A global campaign against gun control restrictions
As these restrictions
are an undue burden
On the rights of the US arms manufactures
To sell their guns
everywhere in the world
As everyone wants what we have to sell
The best weapons in the world
Instead of trying to limit the damage
That unrestricted gun sales
Have done to the U.S.
Our President, our great leader
Wants to sell more guns
Everywhere in the world
And there are eager buyers
Lining up around the world
Eager to buy the best guns
The world has ever seen
We want to export
The gun madness
That has infected our society
Leaving behind so many dead bodies
The dead were not consulted
For they remain dead
They do not vote
T
hey have no voice
For the guns silenced
them
For good
just as the guns intended
Just doing their gun thing after all
Humanity has evolved
From stones to arrows
To guns
T o nuclear, biological weapons
And the U.S.
While proclaiming itself
A champion of Human Rights
Remains nothing
but a country
Of gun runners
Merchants of death
And destruction
Author notes
another gun poem
NRA Quit Talking
by Jake Aller on August 27, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
NRA Please Stop Talking
Another day
Another mass shooting
Another incident
of domestic terrorism
another gun man
killing people
because just because
he can
and he wants to kill people
The NRA
And their stooges
Come out
Flood the airways
With their noxious
Poisonous weasel words
The NRA says
Mass shootings
Are like the weather
You can’t control them
You can’t predict them
And you can’t prevent them
Just have to accept
It is all god’s will
Guns don’t kill people
IF guns were outlawed
Only outlaws
would have guns
Only solution
Is more guns
For everyone
An armed society
they say
Is a polite society
Support for gun control
I is
socialist/communist/fascist/anti-Am erican/anti-Christian nonsense
The beginning of tyranny
If only the Jews had guns
The holocaust would not have happened
Jesus would want us all
to be armed
with machine guns
To protect us against the evil doers
It is the Christian thing to do
To blow away evil doers
With heavy arms
In America
Land of the free
Home of the brave
We can’t do anything
At all
About the mass carnage
Unleashed by madmen with guns
Who walk among us
Searching for their next victims
Any restriction of the right
To bear arms
Is tyranny at its worst
The nanny state run amuck
Talking about gun control
After a tragic event
Is
just not the appropriate time
We only need prayers
and meaningless thoughts
Universal background checks
Too onerous
Registering guns
Too burdensome
Researching gun violence
waste of tax payer money
banning military style assault weapons
r
Restricts my right
to blow
away
Bambi the deer
with a M16
the NRA will keep talking
talking and talking
preventing anything
from being done
and we will have another
Mass shooting event
Before the day is out
So my plead
This day
To the NRA
A
and their stoogies
Talk is cheap
Your comments
Are not helping
If you can’t
Be a part of the solution
Just stop talking
Please stop talking
And let the rest
Of us figure out
How to stop
The madness in the streets
And stop the carnage
So NRA
Please
just
stop
talking
Now
Author notes
another gun stop
guns Kill People
by Jake Aller on August 27, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Guns kill people
g
Guns do kill people
it is not mental illness
it is not video games
it is not a million other things
it is simply this
a gun is a weapon
a weapon designed to kill people
That is what guns do
guns don’t care
they do as they are told
If you pull the trigger
t
They will kill the victim
that is what guns do
that is why
in a civilized society
military assault weapons
are locked up
yet in America
the land of the free
home of the brave
everyone and his cousin
must have their gun
guns for everyone
cries the NRA
that’s the solution
The president
a
and his supporters
deny the obvious
guns kill people
That’s all they do
it is a gun thing
you would not understand
Guns just do
what guns gonna do
kill people
Mr. President
You can take your words
your empty platitudes
Your empty promises
Your prayers
straight to hell
and back
where with any luck
Satan will use you
as target practice
Author notes
another gun poem
Chief of Staff You are Absurd
by Jake Aller on August 27, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
the President’s chief of staff
said the other day
it was absurd
to suggest that the president’s words
had anything to do
with recent mass shootings
yet is it absurd
to see the lengths
to which the President’s supporters
will twist and turn
spinning awa
y
the inconvenient truth
President Trump
is a racist bigot con man
who some how
conned his way
to become President
he call immigrants criminals, vermin, animals
invaders infesting the country
the El Paseo shooter
said that he went to the border
to shoot the invaders
and said
that he was a big Trump fan
it is not absurd
to connect these two huge dots
The President’s words
have real world consequences
Yes Mr. Trump is a racist pig
a
and his supporters
are being absurd
to suggest otherwise
Author notes
another gun poem
Mr. President Words Matter
by Jake Aller on August 27, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Mr. President Words Matter
Mr President
Words matter
your words matter
your words of hate
your words of division
your words
calling fellow human beings
scum, vermin,
invaders, animals
matter
they matter a lot
and is it little wonder
that people listen
to the hate you sprew forth
and some deranged people
take action
on your call
for action
against the invaders
on the border
they march to the border
to kill the invaders
your words matter
Mr. President
and your false words
of regret
fool no one
the damage has been done
the hate has been spread
just as you intended
and you
have the gall
to call yourself
A Christian
you are the anti-Christ
you are not a Christian
so please quite pretending
to be what you are not
please man up
accept your responsibility
set things right
apologize
the dead though
don’t need your prayers
they need action
they need leadership
and you are the president
so please start acting
like you give a damn
and if you do so
perhaps
you will find
people will follow you
but please
quite the words
of hate
the words that hurt
and quit calling immigrants
invaders
and vermin
they are human beings
they are deserving of respect
this I ask of you
In Jesus’s name
even though I am not a Christian
Author notes
another gun poem
another day, another shooting
by Jake Aller on August 27, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Another Day Another Shooting
another day in paradise
just another day in America
l
and of the free
Home of the brave
and gunshots, lots of gunshots
more guns for all
cries the NRA
yes another day
another gun battle
another white man
who just wants to kill
the President sends his condolences
Thanks the law enforcement
for an incredible job well done
It was horrible
Hate has no place
in our country
and we will take of it
and do what ever we can do
condolences
nothing but false words
empty words
lots of things to do
it is mental illness problem
but he fails to mention
the words gun at al
l
not at all
and tomorrow and tomorrow
but he at least finally
said
hate has no role in country
nothing but prime BS
in my humble opinion
he did not mention
white supremacy
his rhetoric had nothing
nothing to do
about this at all
and so tomorrow
I will turn on the TV
and we see
nothing at all
and the dead
will remain dead
the guns will fire again
nothing will be done
welcome to America
land of the free
home of the brave
Author notes
part of collection of gun poems the rest are on my blog https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com
st Peter Grants me Five more years
by Jake Aller on May 8, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
St Peter Grants Me Five More Years
This morning I woke up
And saw a band of six white angels
Starting at me
The lead angel spoke up
And said
Come with us
And leaned over
Indicating I was to climb
On her back
Then a spinning red portal
Appeared in the room
And we drove through
Flying through
time
And space
Then we saw
A shinning city
High on a hill
Our destination
Heaven
Appeared before our eyes
We entered
the large central square
And they deposited me
In front
Of St Peter’s Cathedral
And told me to go inside
I went inside
And a large black man
Dressed in a black suit
Looking like Mr. Smith
From the Matrix movies
Barked at me
Name purpose of your visit?
Jake Cosmos Aller
I was brought here
By six angels
Why I don’ t know
Hmm he said
Consulting his cosmic blackberry
You have an audience
With St Peter
Follow me
I am Gabriel
The chief of staff
To St Peter
I followed him
Past hundreds of heavenly bureaucrats
All dressed in black suits
Clones of St. Gabriel
Staring at giant computers
I walked into the throne room
St. Peter told me to sit down
A computer screen popped up
And I saw the scenes of my life
Flash by
Everything I had done
Then St. Peter looked at me
Said,
Son,
on balance you’ve done
more good
Than bad
It is time for our decision
But I need more time
Get my affairs in order
Need to finish my novels
My poetry
My life story
My movie
Dude he said
I’ll give you five years
To get your affairs together
But the most important thing
You need to do
Is spend those five years
Worshiping
and serving
Angela your soul mate
The angels appeared
And we flew
back home
I woke up
Saw my wife
Told the story
She smiled
Said she will argue
With god himself
To give me
50 more years
With her
I smiled
And kissed her
And began
our final years
together
vowing
to make the most
of the time
St. Peter had granted us
Berkeley 1955
by Jake Aller on May 8, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
1955 Berkeley
The day I was born
was the day that Rock N Roll
was born
on a Cincinnati Radio station
Roll Over Beethoven by Chuck Berry
was the first Rock song officially played
on the radio
coincidence, I think not
for I was born
a rocking and a rolling
the day I burst out on the stage
yelling
whoa Jake
here I am!
In Oakland
I was the only white baby born
at the Kaiser hospital
near my father’s house
in the ghetto
in West Berkeley
where junior professors lived
escaped the draft
due to typo on my birth certificate
born on the 30th at 4 am
the night nurse typed October 29
and that became my legal birthday
and of course
I celebrate both days
Why the hell not?
and Howl was written
in Berkeley
and performed in SF
many great writers
lived there
including the great Philip K Dick
who briefly dated my Mom
before she met my father
a few years later I attended
Thousand Oaks
a mostly white school
in a neighborhood
that was becoming
Berkeley’s China town
later went to King
which was 40 black
40 percent white
10 percent Asian
10 percent Hispanic
When I graduated from BHS
the percentages
had barely changed
still, the majority were the minority
and still is as far as I know
BHS school
1972 to 1974
we had tear gas days
when the students revolted
and were chased
down the street
we went to Cal
to watch the demonstrations
and cheer them on
we all hated the war
many of our older siblings
had gone and died
the black panther party
was founded at BHS
Jimmi Hendrix’s last school
same with the CCR
Green Day
and so many other
great and not so great bands
and a famous porn star
a NBA player
and associated others
who can forget
Peets coffee
Jamba Juice
Cheese Collective
Oscars – now closed
Giant Burgers?
Bongo Burgers?
Top Dog
And the other quirky Berkeley establishment
Where establishment coffee was never served!
a few joined
the State Department
with me as well
I never went to CAL
My two brothers did
They had better grades than me
Better test scores too
As I traveled the world
These last decades
There is something
That I will always remember
You can take someone
Out of Berkeley
But you can’t take
Berkeley out of them
For you will always remain
Berkeley to the core
The best city
In the known universe
Long live Berkeley
The center of my universe
And the home of my heart
I know that someday I will return
I am still Berkeley enough
Dude!
Author notes
inspired by a fellow all poet who wrote a poem entitled 1948
impossible dream haikus
by Jake Aller on May 2, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Five Dream Haiku
impossible dreams
sometimes they do come to life
sometimes come true
Impossible dreams
I have had a few come true
Dreamt of meeting wife
And in my dream life
She walked out of my dreaming
Night time vision came true
Life is but a dream
That is what they say my dear
And I have lived dreams
Dreaming of meeting her
Then she walks out of the dream
And into my arms
Author notes
based on WD May 1 prompt to write impossible poems, also based on my real life love story for details check out my web blog at Https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.c om
lion dreams of impossible dreams
by Jake Aller on May 2, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
A lion’s impossible Dream
An old lion
Roars in his sleep
Recalling an impossible dream
In his dream
He was a man
Who was chasing a dream
Chasing an impossible dream
The man
Was haunted
By a dream girl
A girl who appeared
Nightly in his dreams
Beckoning him to join her
He searched the world
Looking for her
And then one day
She walked
Off a bus
And into his life
The lion woke up
From the impossible dream
Smiling at the thought
Then he went off
To search for his
Impossible dream
Dreaming still
Of being a man
In search
of a dream girl
Author notes
may 1 WD challenge to write an impossible poem
[ NRA Please Stop Talking ]
by Jake Aller on April 30, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
NRA Please Stop Talking
Another day
Another mass shooting
Another incident
of domestic terrorism
another gun man
killing people
because just because
The NRA
And their stooges
Come out
Flood the airways
With their noxious
Poisionous weasel words
The NRA says
Mass shootings
Are like the weather
You can’t control them
You can’t predict them
And you can’t prevent them
Just have to accept it
It is all god’s will
Guns don’t kill people
If guns were outlawed
Only outlaws
Would have guns
Only solution
Is more guns
For everyone
An armed society they say
Is a polite society
Support for gun control
Is socialist/communist/fascist/anti-Am erican/anti-Christian nonsense
The beginning of tryany
If only the Jews had guns
The holocaust would not have happened
Jesus would want us all to be armed
with machine guns
To protect us against the evil doers
It is the Christian thing to do
To blow away evil doers
With heavy arms
In America
Land of the free
Home of the brave
We can’t do anything
At all
About the mass carnage
Unleashed by madmen with guns
Who walk among us
Searching for their next victims
Any restriction of the right
To bear arms
Is tyranny at its worst
The nanny state run amuk
Talking about gun control
After a tragic event
Is just not the appropriate time
We need prayers
And meaningless thoughts
Universal background checks
Too onerous
Registering guns
Too burdensome
Researching gun violence
waste of tax payer money
banning military style assault weapons
restricts my right to blow
away bambi the deer with a M16
in the end
the NRA will keep talking
talking and talking
preventing anything
from being done
and w will have another
Mass shooting event
Before the day is out
So my plead
This day
To the NRA
And their stoogies
Talk is cheap
Your comments
Are not helping
If you can’t
Be a part of the solution
Just stop talking
Please stop talking
And let the rest
Of us
Figure out
How to stop
The madness in the streets
And stop the carnage
So NRA
Please
just
stop
talking
Now
Author notes
Today’s final writers digest April Poetry Month’s challenge was to writers was to write a “stop” poem. I wrote the first draft this morning with the news of San Diego, then as I was about to submit it news broke of a shooting in Hawaii. The NRA and their stooges always come on the air sprouting nonsense afterward. Hence my plead for them to stop talking now!
Here We Go Again
by Jake Aller on April 29, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Here We Go Again
In a few short months
The political silly season
Will be upon us
As the nation
And world
Prepares to choose
The next leader
Of these disunited States
Of America
Will the people
Wake up
And toss
The boy child president
Out on his proverbial butt?
Will sanity prevail
And reason return
To the body politic?
One can only hope
But I fear
That the Trumpmeister
And the dark shadow figures
Behind him
Have many cards
Up their proverbial sleaves
And they know
That the game is rigged
They know how it is played
And they know
Where the bodies are buried
For they buried the bodies
And are prepared
To do
Whatever it takes
To ensure
Their buddy
Their clown show
Enabler
Will be reelected
So that they can continue
To rape, and pillage
The earth
Making gazzilons
Of dollars
As the world burns
And civilization grinds
To a halt
They will find a way
To escape
They are the ultimate surviors
After all
And they never
Get voted off the island
Because they own the island
The TV station
And everyone’s soul
And so here we go again
And again
Until the end of time itself
A constant battle
Against the dark evil forces
Conspiring against common good
To them
We are just cogs
In the machinery
Mere inputs
They don’t care
About you or me
All they care about
Is how much they
Money they can make
Off of you
Strap in
Here we go again
The ride will get bumpy
Before it is all over
Author notes
april 29th WD prompt write a poem blank again
Youngchando Springtime Remix Cherita version
by Jake Aller on April 28, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
corrected version
Yongchongdo Remixed Cherita version
In the early morning dawn
I like to go for a walk
Down among the cherry trees
And flowering plants
Just to welcome
Another fine spring day
As the sun comes up
Dispelling my dismal mood
And filling me
With love
Hope
and peace
As I walk the path
Of the world peace forest
Near my island home
Near the chaos of the airport
Through the forest
and over the mountain
breathing the springtime air
alive filled with life
and I think to myself
this moment
is the moment
that I am meant
to experience
life itself
and nothing more
nothing less
Just breath in life
Waiting to die
Author notes
for April 28 Writer digest’s challenge was to write a remix poem of an earlier poem we posted changing the poem in some way. So I took Springtime in Youngchango which was in quatrains and rewrote into a series of cheritas using the stanza structure on
1 line
2 lines
3 lines
[ Living in the Far East ]
by Jake Aller on April 27, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Living in the Far East
When I graduated from college
I joined the Peace Corps
And ended up in the Far East
And spend decades
Wandering about East Asia
Lived in Korea for ten years
In Thailand for two years
In India for three years
Travelled to Taiwan twice
Hong Kong and Macao
Vietnam twice
Japan four times
Learned Korean
Some Hindu
A smattering of Chinese
Japanese and Vietnamese
Married a Korean woman
And became half Korean
A kimchi addict
A true Korean foodie
Along the way
And now
As an old man
I live half the year
In the east
And half in the west
But my heart
Remains in the East
Who knows where I will die
If I die in the east
That will be fine
By me
For by now
I am half Asian
In spirit
And in East Asia
I may meet my final days
And that is fine by me
Author notes
april 27 writers digest challenge write a poem about directions I chose East Asia
walking down the frozen white path
by Jake Aller on April 26, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
walking down the frozen white path
as the evening starts to falls
as I walk in the snow and talk
listening to the bird calls
filling the air with the music of Bach
I find myself getting lost
as I continue my lonely walk
death waits heading to the end of time
As I walk the snowing cold path
the dark evil evening continues to fall
the very stars are on the war path
lightening the up air as they fall
littering the ground with their cosmic sprawl
as the dying sun sets into the dark night
I come upon an ancient ruined wall
No one around as the end time approaches
I continue my lonely dismal walk
Rushing towards the end of time
no more time for mere talk
death waits heading to the end of time
Author notes
for the April 26 writers digest prompt we were to write an evening poem. So I followed the ballade form from writing.com for an extra prompt.
[ I am living a lonely life ]
by Jake Aller on April 25, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
I am living a lonely life
Exiled from my home land
A stranger in a strange land
Far from where I grew up
Searching for what I lost
Just an exiled poet
Wandering the mountains
Deep in thought
Wondering what
Adventures wait me
As I wander the mountain paths
Wandering here and there
Just searching for my lost life
Wondering where my life
Has gone so terribly wrong
And why I am on this path
I see on the mountain path
A secret climbing cave
And I enter the cave
Hoping to find
A portal
Back to my lost world
To my lost time
To the beginning
Of my journal
The beginning
Of my long exile
But I can’t find
My way back
And am soon lost
And so I become
A ghost-like figure
A lost soul of the damn
Doomed to wander
The world
Wandering the mountains
Lost in dark thoughts
Forever exiled
From my love
Author notes
April 25 poem based on writers digest challenge to write a poem about exile
hidden treasures of Seoul
by Jake Aller on April 24, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
In Seoul
A vibrant thriving city
Of a million stories
Of a million tales
There are hidden jewels
All around the city
The city is laced
With secret mountain paths
Only the locals know
Where these paths go
As the mountain paths
Criss cross the city
Every neighborhood
Has their mountain
At the top
Lies the exercise equipment
And old men and woman
Perhaps the guardian angels
Of the mountain
Mountain spirits
Stand guard
At the top of the mountain
Looking down
At the teaming masses
Old men and woman
Walk about
In the trails
High in the mountains
The city is also laced
With canals and stream beds
Everywhere you wander
You are not far from water ways
The secret trails cover the city
Yet the city does not seem
To know how to promote
These wonderous trails
Yes, the city of Seoul
Is filled with hidden treasures
Hidden gems
Deep in the mountains
As I walk in the hills
Lost in thought
The cherry trees
Snowing all around
I reflect again
On the hidden gems
The hidden trails
The hidden treasure of Seoul
Author notes
today’s poem April 24 was inspired by a walk along Baekbongsan a hidden mountain path in Seoul
four haiku and one tanka
by Jake Aller on April 23, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
walking on the path
in the world peace forest
snowing cherry trees
the world at peace
walking with love of my life
all is right with me
the falling cherry trees
along the path of the forest
reminds us of love
endless noise on TV
quiet on the path outside
peace in my soul
Tanka
in dangerous times
we retreat to our corners
convinced we are right
everyone else is evil
everyone else must die
Author notes
poems inspired by snowing cherry trees for april 23 poem
Balanced in Berkeley
by Jake Aller on April 22, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Balanced in Berkeley
Born in Berkeley, California
a product of the wild ’70s
just a lost white brother
hanging about
downtown
brothers
can you hang about
listen to me lover
wildness left from the 60’ des
want to fly away from California
brothers
leave the 60’s
ride away my lover
can you dig that without a doubt
born in Berkeley, California
Author notes
based on writers.com balance poetry form prompt. also written as a postcard fragment from Berkeley Bob to a friend expressing his desire to leave Berkeley to travel someday
PS I grew up in Berkeley in the late 60’s 70s graduated from BHS in 1974 so I can relate to this poem. in a sense, I never left or rather I travel the world but Berkeley lives on in my Soul
[ In the early morning dawn ]
by Jake Aller on April 21, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
In the early morning dawn
I like to go for a walk
Down among the cherry trees
And flowering plants
Just to welcome
Another fine spring day
As the sun comes up
Dispelling my dismal mood
And filling me
With love
Hope and peace
As I walk the path
along the world peace forest
near my island home
near the chaos of the airport
Through the forest
and over the mountain
breathing the springtime air
alive filled with life
and I think to myself
this moment
is the moment
that I am meant to experience
life itself
and nothing more
nothing less
Just breath in life
Author notes
corrected typo
Spring Time Sketch in Youngchando, Korea
by Jake Aller on April 21, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
In the early morning dawn
I like to go for a walk
Down among the cherry trees
And flowering plants
Just to welcome
Another fine spring day
As the sun comes up
Dispelling my dismal mood
And filling me
With love
Hope and peace
As I walk the in
the world peace forest
Through the forest
and over the mountain
breathing the springtime air
alive filled with life
and I think to myself
this moment
is the moment
that I am meant to experience
life itself
and nothing more
nothing less
Just breath in life
Author notes
based on a photo of cherry trees along the world peace forest near my house in Youngchangdo, Korea, and based on the April 21 writers digest poetry prompt to write a poetic sketch
it is darker than you think
by Jake Aller on April 20, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
It is darker than you think
an old hag
an old witch
strictly old school
is talking to young people
She tells them
that it is darker
than they think
the end times approach
She proclaims
she sees the world ending
and is warning them
of what is to come
She is following
the dark master
of the universe
waiting for the end
and she is afraid
she sees the world
the end of things
the end of life
She is afraid
she tells her students
to boldly face
the coming end
with fear
and trepidation
and anxiety
waiting for the end
and in the end
of the world
they will be born
again
as things circle back
to the beginning
of the end
and the end
of the beginning
thus it has always
played out
in the world
endless nightmares
and in the end, she will wake up
and embrace her fate
at the end of time
Author notes
from April 20 writers digest prompt to write a dark poem
licneses
by Jake Aller on April 19, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Licenses
Bankers have a license to steal
money from their clients
if you make a mistake
the bank can steal your money
as part of their banking license
Governments have a license
to steal money from the public
its is called taxation
or confiscation
It seems that police these days
have a license
to kill unarmed brown people
but only brown people
and the president
has a license to lie
as he lies all the time
just because he can
and I have the ultimate license
the poetic license
to write these verses
to enlighten the masses
Author notes
april 19th writers digest April poetry challenge’s prompt was to write a poem about licenses
Little Man Child President
by Jake Aller on April 18, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
A little man child
Is our great and glorious dear leader
Filled with hatred and jealousy
Fear of failure haunts his every step
The little man child
Covers up his failures
With bluster, bravado
And constant attack
The little man child
Always attacking his enemies
Plotting revenge all the time
Consumed with slights and insults
The little man child
Lost millions of dollars
The little man child
Lost the popular vote
The little man child
Has lost the respect of the world
And 60 percent of Americans
Want to see him gone
The little man child
Has infected the body politic
With his insidious poison
A slowly growing cancer
The little man child
Will end up destroying
The country
Before he is through
The little man child
Can’t leave office
For fear of going to prison
So we are stuck with him
The little man child
Will never leave us
Until he is resting
In peace in hell
Author notes
from April 18 Writer’s Digest poetry prompt to write a poem starting with the word Little….
[ President Trump International Fire Fighter in Chief? ]
by Jake Aller on April 16, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
President Trump International Fire Fighter in Chief?
Our dear leader
Our favorite President
President Trump
Once again
Interjected himself
Into areas that he knows nothing about
Making a fool of himself
In the process
In the midst
Of the devastating Paris Norte Dame Fire
He tweeted
“So horrible to watch the massive fire
at Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris,”
“Perhaps flying water tankers
could be used to put it out.
Must act quickly!”
Later, Mr. Obvious noted,
They’re having a terrible,
terrible fire,”
Mr Trump later told reporters.
“It looks like it’s burning to the ground.”
The French were not amused
By the unwanted advice
By the fire fighter in chief
France’s civil defense agency,
Sécurité Civile, tweeted —
once in French
and once in English
— less than two hours after Mr Trump
sent his tweet
and appeared
to directly respond to the US president.
“Helicopter or aeroplane,
the weight of the water
and the intensity of the drop
at low altitude
could indeed weaken
the structure of Notre Dame
and result in collateral damage
to the buildings in the vicinity,”
the agency wrote in French.
And despite never posting updates in English,
And the French provided
This helpful advice
To the Fire Fighter in chief
When California burned
you did not seem to be a fire expert.
Please, shut up.
It is a tragic moment
for the cultural heritage of humanity.
Author notes
found poem based on President Trump’s tweet about Norte Dame fire April 17th submission in April Poetry contest source document
US President Donald Trump lashed
for ‘ignorant’ tweet about Notre Dame
World leaders mourned with France as the country watched its historic landmark burn. But Donald Trump’s Notre-Dame tweet fell flat.
Notre Dame fire: Thousands watch as cathedral burns
As a catastrophic fire tore through one of the world’s most beloved cultural treasures, US President Donald Trump assessed the response from the other side of the globe and offered unsolicited advice for firefighters.
“So horrible to watch the massive fire at Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris,” Mr Trump tweeted earlier today as more than 400 firefighters tried to save the Notre Dame cathedral.
“Perhaps flying water tankers could be used to put it out. Must act quickly!”
The spire collapses as smoke and flames engulf the Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris. Picture: Geoffroy Van Der HasseltSource:AFP
Mr Trump had tweeted from Air Force One, minutes before he landed in the US state of Minnesota for a speech.
“They’re having a terrible, terrible fire,” Mr Trump later told reporters. “It looks like it’s burning to the ground.”
France’s civil defense agency, Sécurité Civile, tweeted — once in French and once in English — less than two hours after Mr Trump sent his tweet and appeared to directly respond to the US president.
“Helicopter or aeroplane, the weight of the water and the intensity of the drop at low altitude could indeed weaken the structure of Notre Dame and result in collateral damage to the buildings in the vicinity,” the agency wrote in French.
And despite never posting updates in English, the agency then sent out a second tweet.
Hundreds of firemen of the Paris Fire Brigade are doing everything they can to bring the terrible #NotreDame fire under control. All means are being used, except for water-bombing aircrafts which, if used, could lead to the collapse of the entire structure of the cathedral.
— Sécurité Civile Fr (@SecCivileFrance) April 15, 2019
Mr Trump’s tweet was almost universally slammed, with many of the president’s Twitter followers calling his advice “ignorant”.
When California burned you did not seem to be a fire expert. Please, shut up. It is a tragic moment for the cultural heritage of humanity.
— PabloMM (@PabloMM) April 15, 2019
Flying water tankers would damage the building, nice try
Hundreds of firemen of the Paris Fire Brigade are doing everything they can to bring the terrible #NotreDame fire under control. All means are being used, except for water-bombing aircrafts which, if used, could lead to the collapse of the entire structure of the cathedral.
— Sécurité Civile Fr (@SecCivileFrance) April 15, 2019
Wayne McPartland, a retired New York City Fire Department battalion chief, told CNBCthat aerial tankers are not the answer at Notre Dame.
“If you hit that with tons of water from above, that’s going to collapse the entire structure and make the situation worse,” McPartland said. “If you miss, you might hit civilians in the street.”
Catching the Trump Fever, Releasing the Trump Monsters
by Jake Aller on April 16, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
April 16 Catching the Trump Madness
It seems that every day
The trump madness deepens
As our leader descends
Into dementia and madness
And his followers continue
To follow having drunk the Kool aide
They don’t see the madness
That Trump has engendered
They are immune from all criticism
It is all fake news to them
Nothing but nonsense
Part of the anti-Trump cabal
And as the world descends
Into more madness
Led by the mad king
I despair
Wondering if and when
The world will wake up
And shake off this madness
This trump fever
Releasing the Trump Monsters
The Trump madness deepens
And the world grows darker
The evil ones have been released
The wild things are growling
The dogs of war
Satan’s hell hounds
Are on the loose
Howling at the moon
Running amuk
Infecting us all
With their madness
As we all turn into mindless zombies
Filled with hatred
Jealousy and insanity
As Trump and his neo-fascist
Cabal unleash the monsters
Of their dangerous id
Devouring all reason
Turning all they see
Into raving lunatics
As they set the world on fire
Ushering in the ends of days
Armageddon looms
Will Trump be raptured away?
Only God knows
And he is not telling
As we descend
Into the maelstrom
Hoping against hope
That we can overcome
The monsters
That Trump has unleashed
In the end
Perhaps it does not matter
As the world careens
Deeper into hell
There is no end
Nothing but despair
Forever and ever
The Trump madness never ends
Author notes
based on writers digest April 16 prompt to write a catch and release poem
April 15 Shaman Priestess Predicts the End of the World
by Jake Aller on April 15, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
April 15, 2019 Prayers for the Future of the Planet
A shaman priestess
Is deep in thought
Engaged in Meditation
on the fate
Of the earth
She is deep in the cosmic woods
In the world between worlds
Where she is communing
With the spirits of the universe
Who listens to her tale of woe
She tells them
Of the rise of the neo-fascists
And the refusal to address
The possible end of the world
Due to run away climate change
She prays and prays
And finally
She receives an answer
More a prediction
It is all up to humans
She has two visions
Of a possible future
Two contrasting visions
One a dystopian nightmare
The other an optimistic vision
The first
The neo-fascists
Seize control
And usher in a dystopian nightmare
That ends with utter destruction
Nuclear war
Nuclear winter
Ends climate change
As civilization ends
And mankind retreat to caves
And it happens
In a blink of an eye
In less than five years
The world will end
Game over civilization ends
The second vision
The optimistic vision
Humanity wakes up
From their collective nightmare
Throws off the neo-fascist cabal
And begin to change the world
Making the economy works
For all of us
Not just the corrupt 1 percent
The so-called masters of the Universe
They are overthrown
In a people’s power revolution
All over the world
People wake up
Demand change
And slowly the world
Begins to recover
And overcome
The dark hours
Of the present age
The shaman priestess
Returns home
To spread the word
It up to us
To choose our fate
The end is indeed near
It is darker than you think
But it is not over yet
If we choose the path
Of the cosmic light
And overthrow
The neo-fascist cabal
And restore democracy
And peace will break out
And all will end well
If not
Well she says
You have been warned
The universe has spoken
So, mote it be
Author notes
based on creative talents unleashed photo prompt and writers digest April 15 challenge to write a prediction poem
california burning burning bight
by Jake Aller on April 14, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
California Burning Bright
California
burning bright wildfires
end of the world
an apocalyptic
vision of the world’s end
Author notes
april 14th poem based on creative talent unleashed prompt for a tanka based on a photo image (see attached) and writers digest prompt for April 14 to write a poem about a state
April 13, Incheon Beach Waltz Wave Poem
by Jake Aller on April 13, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
beach
near home
now
sunset
The West Sea
Incheon
sea
Spring Time
night sunset
over the sea
Sun goes down
nearby
beach
water
waves come in
over beach
view
is great
nice
Author notes
based on waltz waveform from writing, com, and theme for April 13th from writers digest
the art of stealing money, anatomy of a bank scam
by Jake Aller on April 12, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
The Art of Stealing Money –Anatomy of a Bank Scam
The bankers
God rest their evil souls
Have mastered the art
Of stealing
Their client’s money
Through one means or another
Your money
Is their money
And their money
Is none of your business
Recently we fell victim
To such a scam
We had stocks in a bank
But we failed
To actively manage the account
And the bank falsely said
Because we had not acted
On the account
Over three years
We had abandoned the account
The bank was supposed
To contact us,
They lied and claimed
that they did not know
Where we were
Thus, our account
Disappeared
Into the hands
Of the greedy
State of Delaware
We have to reclaim
The money
That the bank
Through their mistake
Sent to Delaware
If the bank
makes a mistake
You loose
If you make a mistake
They win
That’s all part of the art
Of stealing your money
All in a day’s work
For the evil soul-sucking bankers
The so-called masters of the universe
Author notes
april 12 poem based on writers digest prompt to write a poem titled the art of this is based on a
true life experience. A bank made a mistake and falsely concluded that our stock account was inactive and sent it to Delaware not bothering to contact us ahead of time which they were supposed to do the bottom line they screwed up and we pay the price! any wonder why people hate banks?
[ Dedicated to the woman of my dreams ]
by Jake Aller on April 11, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Dedicated to the woman of my dreams
women
lives in my dreams
I dedicate this poem
You came out of my nightly dreams
My Love
My Love
I dreamt of you
For eight long years starting
Dream of you in 79 met in
82
82
We met in that year
Love at first sight I knew
u were the one for me my dream girl
My Love
Author notes
writers digest challenge for april 11 was to write a poem of dedication so I used a chain cinquain format this is based on our true love story for details see my web page https://theworldacordingtocosmos.com dream girl or see Dreams and the Unexplainable by the Chicken Soup for the Soul publishers.
Dedicated to the woman of my Dreams
by Jake Aller on April 11, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
women
lives in my dreams
I dedicate this poem
You came out of my nightly dreams
My Love
My Love
I dreamt of you
For eight long years starting
Dream of you in 79 met in
82
82
We met in that year
Love at first sight I knew
You were the one for me my dream girl
My Love
Author notes
writers digest competition prompt to write a poem of dedication poem for April 11 this is a true story see my blog https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com Dream girl for more details
nightmare cinquins
by Jake Aller on April 10, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
April 10 Nightmare Cinquain
Night mares
Endless fears all night long
Can’t escape running from these dreams
All night
April 10th Night mares
Endless fears all night long
Huge Monsters chasing me
Hideous Creatures from Hell Itself
Monsters
Fiendish Hell hounds escaped Banishes
screaming bloody murder
they chase me all the way
I die
Author notes
two poems for April 10th
love cinquain
by Jake Aller on April 10, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
My Love
Haunting my dreams
Nightly talking to me
Then walked out of the dreams into
my Life
Author notes
april 9th poem cross posted in poetry month group
Santa James Came To Town
by Jake Aller on April 7, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
In this dark and dangerous time
That we live in
We seldom hear tales
Of inspiration, hope and love
Yet when we do hear such tales
It fills us with wonder
And hope that some how
We can do better
Life can be better
Love can conquer hate
And decency can prevail
Over the dark forces all around us
In Kingman, Arizona
An old blind homeless man appeared
Out of nowhere he showed up
And started walking about
He was polite, friendly and not scary
Did not want anything from any one
And somehow he conquered the town
Who adopted him
They called him Santa James
Because he wore a red Santa cape
And he was just so
filled with good will
Laughter, advice and stories
Boy did he spin good stories
Poetic allusions
And just radiated goodness
Everyone fell in love with Santa James
He was given a job
Playing piano
Given a room to stay in
Spoke at the local schools
And churches
And to any one
who stopped him
He remembered everyone’s name
And life story
Even though he was blind
He could see the good in everyone
And that is the moral of the tale of mine
There is goodness all around us
If only we open our hearts
To accept it
We have the power
To reject hate
To reject division
And accept love
If only Santa James spirit
Could spread across this country
We could heal our wounds
And become united again
That is my prayer
Perhaps Santa James
Is really a saint
The real thing
Who knows
All we know
Is that Santa James
Came to town
And the rest
Is the history
We will make of it
Long Live Santa James
Author notes
A rare for me optimistic poem based on a true story reported in the LA Times last week
morning thoughts
by Jake Aller on April 6, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Morning Thoughts
Every morning I wake up
And see the love of my life
Sleeping soundly
In our bed
The sun fills my room
And I get up
To do my morning routine
Just marveling at the sight
And as I do my thing
I am drawn back to bed
Just to look
At this strange creature
That captured my heart
So many years ago
And I wonder yet again
At the mystery of our love
How and why
Did the universe bring us together
Where did she come from
And why did she summoned me
I have no answers
Our love transcended
The barriers of time
And space
And somehow
We found each other
And will be together
Until the death of time
Author notes
april 7th poem cross-posted to April Poetry Group page based on my true love story
trapped back of the bus
by Jake Aller on April 5, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
April 6th Back of the Bus
Many years ago
When I was a foolish young man
I took a Greyhound bus trip
Just to see the country
I was trapped
In the back of the bus
Where the young
And restless souls
Gathered together
And drank illegally
And smoked weed
Also illegally
We stayed there
Until Winnemucca
Where I got off
And found my bus pass
Had found another owner
And I went to Salt Lake City
Still trapped in the back of the bus
Author notes
april 6th poem
old lady and the Genie
by Jake Aller on April 5, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
An old Chinese woman
Stands in a field
On the lunatic edge of town
Where drinkers gather to drink
And woman of ill repute
Play their games
With the passing drunks
Men ready for a night of passion
She is holding a tea pot
And proclaims
That the pot contains
A genie
That will grant the new owner
Three wishes
She had to sell the pot
Because her wishes came true
And she smiles
And laughs insanely
The laughter dies
And she implores people
To buy her tea pot
And put her out of misery
Just buy my pot
And your dreams will come true
Be careful dear thought
Remember all magic
Comes with a price
A terrible price
Author notes
april 6th poem
Glow
by Jake Aller on April 5, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
April 5th GLOW
Glowing light of the dawning sun
Lights up my dismal room
Overwhelming me with love
Watching my dream girl sleep
Scorpio’s Night of Passion
by Jake Aller on April 5, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Born in October
Scorpion Passionate fool
Always taking the lead
consumed with dark desires
is this Scorpio buddha nature
consumed with dark desires
Author notes
april 4th poem
Want a Dog’s Life
by Jake Aller on April 5, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
I want a dog’s life
That’s what I want in next life
A dog needs to be cute
And his master will feed him
It is a dog’s life for me
Author notes
poem for April 4th
Just a Deranged Lunatic Werewolf Howling at the Moon
by Jake Aller on April 3, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
as the lunatic light of the blood red moon
the super blue moon lights up the night
the werewolf stirs
as the light shines on him
slowly transforming him
into a dark dangerous creature
of the lunatic night
ready for his flight
out into the world,
he emerges
snarling
howling at the moon
just another unhinged
werewolf
out for blood today
howling at the moon
Author notes
the moon always inspires dark thoughts
trump
by Jake Aller on April 3, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Trump
Triumphed against all enemies
Remaining unvanquished
Uniting all who oppose him
Might make right
Patriots unite behind the Great Leader
Author notes
trump’s essense
april 3 poems
by Jake Aller on April 3, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
So Excited to Be Alive
I wake up
with the dawning sun
so excited
to be alive
at age 63
I look at my sleeping beauty
and realize yet again
my life began
the day I met her
37 years ago
she walked off a bus
out of my dreams
and into my life
and my life began
that autumn day
when I met
the girl of my dreams
Author notes
april 3 poem for april poetry challenge
Saigon 2019 vrs Saigon 1995
by Jake Aller on April 1, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Saigon 2019
Saigon 2019
Vibrant, vivid, exciting
A city on the move
Becoming a world class city
Yet still with a Saigon swagger
Wandering the streets
Dodging the traffic
Admiring the women
Enjoying the food
Saigon enters my heart
And I know that I will be back
This city is growing on me
Reminds me of Korea back in the 1990’s
One hopes that as it develops
It will not become a carbon copy
Of other big Asian cities
Obliterating its past
In search of a false modern image
I hope it can retain
What makes Saigon Saigon
And not become another Gangnam
Hope it does it with Saigon style
And the people will evolve
The country will emerge
And become what it should be
The Paris of the East
This is my vision
Saigon 2019
Saigon 1995
Saigon 1995
In 1995
I was one of the first tourists
Allowed in to Vietnam
To freely wander about
Tourism was at its infancy
And Saigon was chaotic
Wild and crazy
Traffic was insane
There were few tourism sites
Few hotels
Few guest houses
And not too many restaurants
The food was good
We saw the war memorial
The re-unification palace
And the big market
But we felt we were being monitored
Beggars were everywhere
There were scams everywhere
And it was not that pleasant an experience
But Saigon grew up
Became a much more tourist friendly place
And these problems we encountered
A thing of the place
Saigon is so much better
So much more developed
That it has captured our soul
And we will be back
Author notes
impressions of Saigon 2019 vrs Saigon 1985
Down and Out in Saigon
by Jake Aller on April 1, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Down and Out in Saigon
Southeast Asia, and Mexico
has always attracted
A certain type of westerner
The down and out
On a down word spiral
Why?
Relatively cheap to live
Lots of part time gigs
Teaching English
Or other things
Booze, drugs, sex
Readily available
And cheap
Places to stay
Dirt cheap
And no one needs
To sleep out doors
Easy to disappear
Into the foreigners backpackers ghettos
And escape
From whatever you are running from
The locals are somewhat tolerant
The police usually look the other way
And there are lots of people
In your shoes
I was surprised to find
That Saigon has become
The latest place
For the down and outer crowd
To gather together
In Bangkok one sees them a lot
In Cambodia as well
In the Philippines
In Nepal
And south of the border
In Mexico as well
In India not so much
In Japan and Korea
Just too damn expensive
And too cold to be outdoors
Back in the day
I used to work
The citizen services gig
And saw lots of the down and outer set
The old song comes to mind
No one remembers you
When you are down and out
And in the States
Being down and out
Means living on the mean streets
As it is very difficult
To live with almost no money
And the various side hustles
Don’t give you much money
Unless you are dealing drugs
And teaching ESL
Is not an option
Food is expensive
Transportation is expensive
Booze and drugs expensive
Rent is prohibitive
Commercial sex is expensive
And no one loves you
If you are down and out
No one knows your name
You are just another homeless bum
Invisible to all
As you try to make do
Much better to be down and out
In Southeast Asia
Than on the mean streets
Author notes
written while staying in the backpackers district in Saigon
Two Saigonese Characters I Met
by Jake Aller on April 1, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
VC2
In Saigon
One meets
All sorts of strange characters
VCQ
VCQ he called himself
He was filled with stories
From the war
And the revolution afterwards
VC2
Was a young man
In Danang
During the war
15 years old
Recruited into the VC
Infiltrated into the base
Just another street urchin
Stole away at night
Hiding on the big air base
Stealing things
To sell at the black market
Just one of the army
Of street urchins
That became friendly
With the enemy
They called him
VCQ
And the nickname stuck
That is what he called himself
Said that he had become
A VC Seal known as the VCQ
Learned his English
From his black marketing days
He perfect the art
Of wheeling and dealing
As a street urchin
In the mean streets of Danang
After the war
he rose through the ranks
Retired as a general
Became a college professor
Later opened his own business
An interior design business
When Saigon became Saigon
Once again
Wheeling and dealing
Around the world
Always one step ahead
Of the semi-communist authorities
One day he came back with 25 bottles
Of wine
The customs guy said
That is too much
He said but I can’t drink them all
And gave him 5 bottles
Problem solved
And VCQ laughed and laughed
As the wine washed over us
And we became drunk
With his endless stories
From the mouth of VCQ
Just another night
In Saigon
Drinking the Night away
With the VCQ
Future VC
Saigon is filled with interesting characters
Filled with fascinating back stories
One could write hundreds of stories
About the people one encounters
In a nail shop
That caters to mostly Korean visitors
We met a boy of 8 years old
Who was a natural born hustler
He had wonderful English
Wonderful French
And even some Korean
And he wanted to show us around
He spoke English
Without an accent
In an upper class British style
As if he were born to the manor
How and why he learned
English so well
Would be an interesting story
His Mother was also
An interesting character
Been running the store
For five years
Amused it had become the Korean
To Go place
In Saigon
Just one of those mysterious things
They had another shop nearby
A smoothie place
And he offered to guide us there
But were in a hurry
As we left
I thought to myself
Here is a future VCQ
The fascinating character
That had wined and dined us
Late into the night
Beguiling us with his tales
From his time in the VC
Wonder what this future VCQ
Will tell his future friends
About his past life
Living in a beauty salon?
Author notes
two poems about two characters i met in Saigon, one is my age, the other is ten years old. Fascinating people
Must Have Vietnamese Coffee Right Now!
by Jake Aller on April 1, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Ode to Vietnamese Coffee
Vietnam has the best coffee
In the damn world
Just perfect
Hot as hell
Sweet as heaven
With a kick my ass attitude
To boot
Can’t resist it
Even thought it means
I can’t sleep
Must
Have
My
Damn
Vietnam
Coffee
Right
Now
Author notes
my ode to Vietnamese coffee
Old Neighborhood Lady in Saigon
by Jake Aller on April 1, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Mostly Harmless Old Lady in the Alley
There is an old Vietnamese lady
In the neighborhood
Obviously senile
But everyone knows her
And watches over her
To make sure
She stays out of traffic
And out of trouble
She talks to everyone
But no one seems to understand
What she is babbling on about
They smile at her
And she smiles back
Reminds me of the phrase
From the hitchiker’s guide to the galaxy
Mostly harmless
And she for some reason
She likes us
And like my Vietnamese Coffee lady
I wonder why
Why was there this connection
Between us
It dawned on me
Perhaps in a prior life
She knew an American or two
And I remind her of someone
Or perhaps she is found
Of Korean K drama
And Angela reminds her
Of her favorite K Drama star
Or perhaps it is both
Or another reason entirely
But in any event
I look forward
To seeing her smiling face
Every time I walk
Down my ally way
Author notes
another poem about a Saigon encounter
saigon coffee lady
by Jake Aller on April 1, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Coffee Lady
Every morning
I have gone out for Vietnamese coffee
At a sidewalk café
Down the ally from our AIRBNB
The owner is a pleasant middle age woman
Who for some reason likes us
She smiles at us
Greets us in Vietnamese
She does not understand English
Or Korean
And I wonder why
Why was there this connection
Between us
It dawned on me
Perhaps in a prior life
She knew an American or two
And I remind her of someone
Or perhaps she is found
Of Korean K drama
And Angela reminds her
Of her favorite K Drama star
Or perhaps it is both
Or another reason entirely
But I moved today
And will miss her
Might go back for a final cup
Of coffee
To say good bye
To my Vietnamese coffee lady
Author notes
another Saigon themed poem
[ Seeing Ghosts ]
by Jake Aller on April 1, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Seeing Ghosts
I walk around the streets
Of old Saigon
Seeing sensing the undead
The ghosts of the war
That haunted life
So many years ago
So many people died
For a war
That never should have been fought
For reasons that are still not clear
A great tragedy unfolded
In a land half away
Around the world
The ghosts smile at me
And then they disappear
Leaving me in the present
Life goes on
Old Ghosts
Old ghosts wandering the streets of old Saigon
Lost spirits of the dead
Died during the endless wars
Ghostly apparitions around every corner
Here was Kilroy and his gang of soldiers
Over there were the Viet Cong waiting to kill them
Saigon is filled with memories like that
Terrible times were had here in Old Saigon
Silently the ghosts parade the city streets
Ghosts of Chu Chi
Crawling down the tunnels
Of Chu Chi
I could almost imagine
The Viet Kong guerillas
Hiding deep under the tunnels
As the land above is turned
Into a temporary dessert
With the vegetation burned off
By napalm and agent orange
The Viet Kong creep out at night
Stealing onto the bases
Stealing weapons, food, supplies
And occasionally killing soldiers
In their sleep
The US soldiers
Stay on base at night
Terrified of the mosquitos
And of the Viet Kong
the ghosts
Surround me
Telling me their stories
And at last I fled
Through the emergency escape tunnel
Declaring victory
Profoundly shaken up
By the ghosts of the Chu Chi tunnels
Author notes
three Saigon ghost poems inspired by a recent trip to Saigon
it can’t happen here or has it?
by Jake Aller on April 1, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
It Can’t Happen Here or Can It?
Every day when I watch TV
I see the chattering classes
The TV pundits
And their guests
Pontificate about this and that
And it seems to me
That they are missing the big picture
In the era of Donald Trump
Nothing that they say
Will make a difference
Donald Trump has slowly conquered
The political world
And he is shaping it into something
That we had hoped we would never see
A truly American neo-fascist state
Wrapped around the flag
And so-called Christian values
And the latest made-up outrage
And the chattering classes
Don’t seem to understand
That they are next
On the hit parade
As the Donald Trump machinery
Continues to take over the known universe
The question used to be
It can’t happen here
The answer I am afraid
Is already has
Author notes
second poem for April 2
agnostic dyslexic wonders if there is a God
by Jake Aller on April 1, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Agnostic Dyslectic Wonders if There is a Dog
an agnostic dyslectic
stays up all night
wondering if there is a dog
the Buddhists wonder
about the Buddha nature of the dog
the evangelicals are sure that there is a dog
and you must follow their dog
or go to hell
for following another’s dog
the Muslims agree
there is only one dog
and the dogs
smile at the foolishness
of the human race
of course, there is a dog
and they are the master race
as they growl at their owners
who bow down
and clean up their mess
Author notes
part of my poem a day for April poetry month for April 2
today’s plan
by Jake Aller on April 1, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
today just for today
I plan to do nothing
nothing at all
just go with the flow
of the day
as the day turns into night
and the night turns into sleep
I will ride the wave
along with my love
until the day is done
I sometimes wonder about the Virgin Mary
by Jake Aller on April 1, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
I sometimes wonder about the Virgin Mary
Wonder who she was and what she may
Have had to do with the birth of the savior
For I do not believe that story today
or any day for that matter I can not leave
these thoughts that hang in the air
thinking that she must have been with men
and will be with them again
Author notes
from https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-penitent-considers-another-coming-of-mary/
A Penitent Considers Another Coming of Mary
by Gwendolyn Brooks
Spring Moods
by Jake Aller on April 1, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Springtime In Seoul
full of promised weather
chase away winter
Author notes
springtime in Seoul is delightful
seeing ghosts in old saigon
by Jake Aller on April 1, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Seeing Ghosts in old Saigon
I walk around the streets
Of old Saigon
Seeing sensing the undead
The ghosts of the war
That haunted life
So many years ago
So many people died
For a war
That never should have been fought
For reasons that are still not clear
A great tragedy unfolded
In a land half away
Around the world
The ghosts smile at me
And then they disappear
Leaving me in the present
Life goes on
Author notes
impressions from my second trip to Saigon in 24 years
general Zod Conquers the world
by Jake Aller on March 2, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
General Zod Conquers the World
SETI and the search for extraterrestrial life goes on overdrive when scientists report what appears to be radio and television broadcasts from a planet eight light years from earth, the same planet as the Vulcans came from in the Star Trek universe. The programs show a world where dinosaur-like creatures are running the world and there appears to be a civil war. Over the next six months, the world is transfixed watching the alien broadcasts which are translated in English via a supercomputer program. In the broadcast, a nuclear war has occurred. The surviving party regains absolute control and announces the formation of the Galactic Empire. General Zod is the First Emperor. They have discovered Earth as well. The aliens launch a crash project to develop interstellar travel so they can come to earth and conquer the earth.
The revelations that there is an external threat to the planet causes the United Nations to get together with the help of the United States and Russia another space powers, they put together Space defense International organization and also invigorates efforts to make the UN a real Planetary government including finally conquering climate change.
But it was too late. General Zod’s son arrives to take over the earth. He makes a broadcast saying that they were liberating Earth in the name of the Galactic Empire and that resistance would be futile.
They land at the White House and when President Trump comes out to greet them,
General Zod cuts off his head, and then cuts off the heads of all the staffers as they come out White House. After an hour of unimaginable horrors, including mass rapes, blowing up the Pentagon and the CIA, General Zod announces that he had taken over the world.
Life will continue as before as long as people behave and follow the rules they would be fine Resistance to the new empire will be met with instant death. Life in the Empire is not a democracy. They would not tolerate Freedom of speech, and Freedom of Press, and Freedom of Assembly And the freedom to oppose the State. The state is everything. As long as humans remember that they would be just fine. They took over the United States because it was the biggest country in the world. And that his forces will take over the rest of the world but in the next couple weeks. If people on earth accept the new order, their safety would be guaranteed. Companies would be taken over by Galactic Empire companies, and everybody would have to learn Galactic standard. Within one year older languages will be banned.
Sam Vrs the Social Cleansing Board
by Jake Aller on March 2, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
the summons
Sam Adams was worried. He could not sleep. He got up at 4 am and wrote in his journal and tried to cope with the dread that was overwhelming him. He had received the summons yesterday that he was to report to the social cleansing board for a review on whether he would allow to continue to be on the automatic permit list or would be referred for final status determination. Sam was a retired Federal worker trying to live on dwindling savings.
Sam had Alzheimer’s and was rapidly depleting his life’s savings. Two years before he had been released from prison, one of millions of ex political prisoners. His crime? Authoring anti-government poems just before the beginning of the Christian States of America, right after the second civil war. Unfortunately for him and his millions of ex-prisoners, his side lost the war. He wanted to flee to the United Provinces and settle down in California but lacked money to move. And getting a job at his age, with Alzheimer’s and his political rating was proving difficult at best.
All of which added up to a 90 percent probability his last days were approaching.
Under the new rules imposed by the Christian republican party in the newly established Christian states, all citizens over the age of 18 were on the permitted list if they met all of the following criteria. He tried to think why he was being referred to the board. Perhaps it was because of the recent crackdown on social deviancy. Millions of homosexuals, transgenered people, atheists, drug users, alcoholics, and non-religious people had been rounded up and eliminated according to the rumors. Perhaps someone had fingered him as a possible deviant. He fit the stereotype, no children, known drug user, known alcohol user, suspect politically, atheist and now Alzheimer’s patient. And he was not racially pure having some black blood, some Asian blood and some Jewish blood. And he had married across the racial divide which was now illegal.
The story was that if you flipped and named names you would sometimes be spared for now, and if your info was correct, you could be rewarded. Of course, those whom you flipped were not too fortunate. That was probably the story or someone could have heard that he was an ex political prisoner, or simply that he had Alzheimer’s’.
He had no children. And he was a secret atheist and had been involved with the dissent movement and had spent five years as a political prisoner at the start of the Christian Revolution. He was determined to make a stand and denounce the whole rotten system before the board although that would probably seal his fate.
As an Alzheimer’s patient he could no longer work. His wife had died the year before while he was in prison after she had been deported to her native Korea. She left him some assets but he had little idea how to manage his finances and he was behind in his rent and had received an eviction notice which had probably triggered the visit by the social cleansing staff who recommend a final status determination. But it was just as likely he was on the list because someone flipped on him.
He also did not make it last time when they came for him at midnight. Always at midnight the story goes.
The soldiers came took him away from his wife and locked him up for two years. They deported his wife whom he heard had died shortly afterwards. He spend two years at hard labor in the dessert near Las Vegas and was released into Las Vegas.
Las Vegas was a different town now that the casinos had left town. All that was left were back office operations, and underground booze and pot operations and underground casinos. It was a hot bed of political dissent and there was an underground railroad to California, which was not part of the Christian states. Sam had been preparing to leave which was a crime and perhaps that is why he was on the list.
The hearing would be at 10 am. He was meeting his lawyer at the hearing board but his lawyer was not too optimistic.
the Permit Criteria
The basic criteria for being on the permit list were:
For Males
Age 18 to age 70
White race
Married to a white woman with children
Must be either working, in school full time, serving in military duty, or working in prison if convicted of a crime.
Homelessness was not allowed. If unemployed and or homeless, would be referred to social cleansing department unless one had a relative who was willing to take care of your needs.
Since there were no pensions or social security anymore and no government provided health care, one must have sufficient assets through one’s work, or savings or through one’s relatives to provide for one ‘s needs. If not you would be sent to the social cleansing board for final status determination.
For Females
Same basic rules applied but if one were married, and had children one would be on the permitted list, if children are older, if spouse’s income is sufficient one would be on the list.
If single or divorced, and homeless one would also be subject to social cleansing unless one’s relatives would willing to sponsor you. Since there were no pensions or social security anymore and no government provided health care, one must have sufficient assets through one’s work, or savings or through one’s relatives to provide for one ‘s needs. If not you would be sent to the social cleansing board for final status determination.
For Aged People
Additional requirements for the age you were expected to take care of your basic needs through employment and savings and the help of relatives. If you were evicted for non-payment of rent, or judged to not have sufficient assets left to sustain your basic needs including medical care, you would be referred for final status determination.
For all people additional requirements applied.
Sexual deviancy, drug use, alcohol use, gambling, sex outside of marriage, homosexuality would result in immediate referral to the social cleansing board as all were banned conduct that could result in final termination. Being a member of a prohibited religious class could also be grounds for referral as would a pattern of not attending Christian services. Finally, if one had been arrested for political crimes one would be marked forever.
Sam’s Rating
One had a government social rating. Sam knew that his rating was a D meaning that the government would be watching him all the time, and it would be difficult to get a job. Only the A’s and B’s were guaranteed to be on the permit list.
To be a A you had be to a true believer, had to be white, had to attend church on a regular basis, and had to be employed naturally.
To be a B same thing but you could be a B if you were a minority, or had engaged in alcohol or drug use under the old rules.
C meant that there was something wrong with your background, you were an atheist, you were a minority etc.
D mean that you were a serious threat to the regime.
E meant that you would be terminated.
F met you were terminated as it met Failure to survive, and family members of F were also labeled F as they were usually terminated at the same time.
Being associated with banned political movements, including reading banned materials could also lead one to being referred to the social cleansing board as all were grounds for either termination or criminal prosecution if under the age of 70.
The board has three choices – granted temporary status extension, referral for termination, or referral to criminal prosecution.
The termination would be carried out quickly. There would be an optional funeral at your Church, then the execution through the method of your choice – firing squad, beheading, electric chair, or gas. The default was gas where you were put in a room with up to ten other people and put to sleep.
Afterwards your body would be cremated in an electricity generating plant with the ashes turned into fertilizer products. There were no burials allowed unless one was rich enough and connected enough to request a burial exception. Most people did not qualify.
the Hearing
The hearing started. The presiding Judge, Judge Miller was a stern face white man in his 70’s and a true believer. He was sent to Las Vegas to clean it up as Las Vegas was the wild west, a hot bed of dissent, illegal drug use, illegal prostitution and illegal casinos. It was also near several political prisons so many ex cons lived there.
The Judge was the chairman of the Nevada state committee that did not exist and was a senior official in the Federal committee that did not exist that brought together government, business and church leaders to coordinate government policies and that secretly ran the Christian States of America.
Probably a score of A thought Sam.
The judge announced that he had reviewed Sam’s file and was shocked that Sam had escaped final termination. He said that the previous board had erred in simply sending him to prison. He should have been eradicated as a social evil, as a cancer that needs to be removed from the pure body politics. Sam and his ilk sickened him. Sam was a free thinker, an atheist, a mix race mongrel, married to a non-white and was therefore guilty of crimes against the white race which was a crime. The Judge was determined to see justice done.
He asked Sam a series of questions. Sam’s answers sealed his fate.
Sam, what is your occupation?
None for now.
You realize that under the law you must be working, in service, in school or in prison?
I can’t find a job due to my age, my Alzheimer’s; and my political record.
That’s irrelevant. You are just a lousy atheist piece of shit. You deserve no sympathy. And have none from me.
Are you white?
No, I am mixed race, part native, part Asian, part black.
I see you were married to a non-white and had no children. Good for you we would not want to see more mongrel children. Such children should be eliminated at birth in my opinion and will be starting next month when we begin enforcing the racial purity laws.
What was your crime? Let’s see reading prohibited writings, keeping a journal, publishing an anti-government blog, authoring anti-government poems and stories. You served two years at hard labor?
Yes
Do you still write?
Yes, everyday but I no longer publish on line.
Good. No one would want to read that trash anyway.
Do you go to church?
No
Do you believe in God?
No, I do not believe in an imaginary man in the sky.
One more anti-religious statement from you will result in an immediate ruling of termination.
Do you drink?
If I can find it yes
Do you gamble
Yes, when I can
Do you support the Christian Republican Party and the Christian States of America?
No, I do not.
Okay, I have enough for a ruling. Sam Adams, you are hereby sentenced to termination. Tomorrow morning at 7 am you will be turned into electricity and fertilizer. Take him away.
Next, please.
At midnight there was a knock at the door. A black man appeared and said he was a friend and he was being smuggled to California. Sam rejoiced and went with his new friend and reached SF in the morning, escaping death for the 23rd time in his life.
the End
Author notes
another nightmare
micro stories
by Jake Aller on March 2, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
53 word stories regarding unheeded warnings
Don’t Go Jogging in the Middle of the Night
It all started with a jog in the middle of the night. Despite my wife’s warning don’t go jogging in the middle of the night. Broke me heal in a million pieces, 14 operations ensured, mutant MDR Staff almost killed me, almost lost the leg.. should have listened to her warning.
Don’t touch this button!
Don’t touch this button the former President said. I said, what this button? And that led to the launching of nuclear weapons, going to defon three, and world war 3 with millions of people dead end of civilization moment. Should not have touched the red button.
Don’t open the door
When you find yourself running for your life chased by demons from hell and backed into a corner in a burning house filled with flames and are about to die in a million horrible ways you remembered that they warned you not to open door number three in this crazy reality TV show.
Don’t go to the theater tonight stay home with me
Mary Todd Lincoln had a vicious headache and was not in the mood to go out. The President though ignored her wishes and told her that he had to go to the theater that night to show the world everything was okay now the war was ending. Should have listened to her.
Don’t go to Dallas I have a bad feeling about the trip
Jackie was known for her moods and her premonitions. Something the President found both amusing an annoying. She told him that she a vision of death waiting for him in Dallas that day. The President dismissed her foolishness as he put it and went to Dallas to meet his fate.
true love story.
In 1974 I had the first dream. While sleeping in a boring class, I saw a beautiful Asian woman standing at me speaking a foreign language. I fell out of chair yelling who are you? I began having the same dream month after month for eight years. One day I realized she was in Korea so I went there in the Peace Corps to meet her. In 1982 I had the last dream. She said don’t worry we meet soon. That night she walked off a bus, out of the dream and into my life. We’ve been married 37 years.
Cheating Death 22 Times
Also, a true story.
I have cheated death 22 times in my life. I was born a preemie, almost died at birth, and had all the childhood illness at once. In 1979 I came down with Typhoid fever in Korea in the Peace Corps. In 1991 almost got hit by a train. In 1996-1997 had 14 operations due to a mutant drug resistant staph infection, almost died several times. In 1997 I had an acute stomach ailment that almost killed me, due to excessive antibiotic usage, if I had waited 30 minutes more would have been dead. And had dengue in 2010.
Guardian Angel Saves My Life
Another true story
In 1990, I was teaching ESL in Korea. My wife and I drove to the East Coast of Korea for a weekend away. She was in the US Army then. As we drove towards Sorak mountain, I was filled with the need to get off the road right then. I had a premonition of doom, so did my wife. We got off to drive around another park returned a few minutes later and saw a 25 car pileup. We would have been dead if we had not listened to that inner voice telling us get off now.
Medical Mystery
Another true story
Back in 1996, when I was in the hospital fighting a mutant staph infection after a disastrous jogging accident that led to 14 operations, the internal medicine doctor said that there was something else going on. He finally discovered that I had a rare parasite, a tape worm of sorts that remained inert, its only becomes active if you take steroids then it blows up like a basketball killing you instantly. Six months later I had to take steroids due to frozen shoulder syndrome, and if I had not gotten rid of it, I would have died a medical mystery.
SLA Hit List
True story
Back in 1974 my father was a local politician in Berkeley, California who was on the SLA’s hit list as “an enemy of the people, a fascist insect that needed to be killed”. His crime? As President of the community college district, he began requiring IDS for students and staff to combat campus crime at the local community colleges. We had 24/7 police coverage for a while. One morning I saluted my father, “good morning fascist insect”. My father, being of Germanic stock did not like the joke as jokes are alien to the German DNA.
Author notes
some 53-word and 100-word stories the 100-word stories are all based on true stories
rafting towards Hell
by Jake Aller on March 2, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
I woke up
To find myself
Rafting down a river
I looked up
At the cliffs
Towering above
the roaring torrent
and see the dark demons
of my terrible nightmares
chasing the boat
firing flaming arrows
and I see werewolves
goblins, ghosts and monsters
running along the river bed
screaming obscenities
as they chase me
to my doom
and I see the waterfall ahead
and see my pending doom
as I rush over the edge
of reason
Author notes
another nightmare
Satanic Torture
by Jake Aller on March 2, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
I find myself
In a dark room
Strapped to a bed
The light turns on
The large TV comes on
A smiling image
Of Satan fills the TV
He is dressed
In a conservative business suit
Looks like he came
Out of a corporate
board meeting
surrounded by demonic aides
who constantly shove papers
at him
He looks up from his lap top
And smiles
A deadly so insincere smile
His voice booms out
Welcome to Hell
My satanic slaves
I am Satan
Your new master
Each of you
Has been sentenced
To an eternity of torture
And the punishment
Must fit the crime
So, for you
Mr. Jake Cosmos Aller
Failed aspiring poet
And novelist
Your torture
Is to be strapped
To that bed
Unable to move
As you are filled
With the need
To piss and shit
But you cannot move
And your skin
Is crawling with bugs
And itchy
as Hell so to speak
and you are so sleepy
but you cannot sleep
the TV will play
endless repeats
Of some of the worst TV
and movie shows
ever produced
Starting with my favorite
A Series of Unfortunate Events
Featuring your favor annoying little girl
Carmetta! Singing for you forever
As you are the ultimate cake sniffer
Welcome to Hell
Author notes
another nightmare
worlds within worlds lost in inner space
by Jake Aller on March 2, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
A man woke up one day
Lost in inner space
Went so far down
The proverbial rabbit hole
That he did not know
Where he was
Nor what time it was
Nor when it was
As he stared out
At a bewildering world
A world lost in inner space
Deep down in his dreams
Filled with nightmarishly real
Monsters, demons and ghostly apparitions
He saw them and began running
Running running running
With the hell hounds behind him
Leading him to the edge
of the pits of hell itself
abandon all hope
ye who enter here
the sign read
above the entrance to the pit
and there was a devil standing there
armed with a clipboard
and a computer spreadsheet
Satan was the ultimate bureaucrat
Name barked the devil
Date of Birth ?
Date of Death?
Don’t know? That won’t do at all
Hmm
Car accident due to drunk driving
And you killed a child
Bad on you
But here in hell
The punishment fits the crime
And the devil laughed
Joined in by the hell hounds
And other nightmare creatures
A bell ran out
In the purple crystalline sky
And slowly the worlds receded
And he found himself alive
In his room
And vowed
That today
Was the day
He would quit drinking
Quit taking drugs
And quit chasing strange woman
And having wild libertine sex
He picked up the phone
It was Satan’s aid
Be careful what you vow
We are listening
If you fulfil your vows
You might find yourself
Escaping life in Hell
It is up to you to choose
And the man got dressed
Went to work
Thinking deep thoughts
And drove off a cliff
And back down the endless
Worlds within worlds
endless movie
by Jake Aller on March 2, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Watching the TV coverage
Of the great government shut down
Of 2018-2019
I am reminded of a movie
As I fall asleep
Listening to the TV
Blather on and on
About what it all means
Mr. Natural pops up
And screams
“It don’t mean shit
“Dude, the endless movie
Is about to begin”!
A middle-aged white man
Down on his proverbial luck
Just been fired
Replaced by a foreign worker
Or a robot
Or just fired
Because he was no longer
Deemed useful
To the masters of the universe
If he was lucky
He’d be given a watch
And an IOU worthless pension
And the man wanders into a restaurant
Pulls out a gun
Eats his breakfast
After the official breakfast hour
Puts on a Pepe the green frog mask
Drops acid, Snorts speed
Drinks a shot of booze
And coffee smokes a joint
Snorts cocaine for good measure
and smokes a cigarette
And walks outside
steals a bus at gun point
Filled with passengers
He tells them
They are hostages
And he puts on his vest
With the dead man switch
Next to the bomb
He announces
Via tweet
He is going to take the bus
To the proverbial pot of gold
Hidden deep in a cave
And when he got there
He would release the hostages
And disappear into the mine
And never be found again
And as the bus careens around the mountain
At 100 miles an hour
The dude sprouts out
Conspiracy after conspiracy theory
About Obama the Muslim communist
secret gay working with George Soros
the Jewish money people
in league with the shapeshifting lizards
and Mueller is one of them
they are all after him
because he knows the deal
And the passengers are transfixed
Half hoping, he would make it
Half hoping, he would be blown away
And as the bus careens out of control
With the wheels falling off
And the cliff looming ahead
You realize we are all doomed
Author notes
another nightmare
morphing images from a nightmare
by Jake Aller on March 2, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Morphing Images from a Hellish Nightmare
Note: From a real nightmare End Note
I am in a room
Drinking at a party
And smoking weed
Watching people all around me
Change into hideous creatures
Monsters from the deepest depths of hell
Everyone in the room
Has been transformed except me
The Chief of them all
Wears a Trumpian mask
Complete with orange hair
Half human half pig
His deputy
Wears the face of Putin
But his body
Half human, half horse: if
The other creatures wear masks
Many of them wear
Green Pepe the alt-right
Symbolic frog masks
And have T-shirts
Bearing alt right slogans
And Nazi symbols
And as they prance about
They chant alt. Right slogans
And neo-Nazi chants
Jews will not Replace us
And the rest of these creatures
Are hideous ugly beasts
With only a vestige of humanity left
And these monsters are engaged
In all sorts of foul evil deeds
Murder violence death
All around
And non-stop
violent drug-fueled orgies
As these creatures
Half human half monsters
Half male, half female creatures
Snort coke, cocaine, speed
Smoke weed and drink vodka shots
Scotch, bourbon and beer
The Trumpian Pig leads the charge
Starts engaging in sodomy with Putin
Who chases after people
Cutting off their heads with his sword
They turn on to their fellow creatures
Raping and killing each other
and eating their fellow creatures
All night long
Then they attack me
Screaming
Jews will not replace us
And I wake up
Screaming
As the sun comes up
Just another nightmare
Author notes
i don’t dream dreams I dream movies. here’s a recent one
SF Haiku and Cheritas
by Jake Aller on February 10, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
The Future of NYC
In the distant future
the world will end
with a massive flood
and NYC will slowly sink
beneath the waves
and mankind will die
Nuclear War Looms
nuclear war looms
North Korea U.S. Launch Nukes
End of the world
Zombies Apocalypse
the zombies unleashed
killing everyone they see
zombie apocalypse
Evil Fog
evil fog descends
killing everyone at once
end of life on earth
Zombie to the right
Zombies to the right
Zombies to the left of me
Zombies run amuk
Ghosts in Scotland
While touring Scotland
Meeting Ghosts in the wild moors
I believe in ghosts
Author notes
a couple of dark SF type senryu/haiku and one cherita
[ Meeting Dream Girl ]
by Jake Aller on February 10, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Meeting Dream Girl
I first dreamt of Angela when I was but a lad of 17 living in Berkeley, California. It was 1974 and life seemed full of possibilities in that magical year the tail end of the fabled 60’s.
I fell asleep that fateful day in a boring Physics class. I woke up seeing the most beautiful women in the world looking at me. I was shocked and did not know what to say. She spoke to me in a strange language but somehow, I knew that someday we were to be together. I just knew that I would meet the girl in the dream. It was love at first sight. She disappeared and I fell to the floor yelling, “who are you?”
Then I started having the same dream month after month for seven long years. I had to decide where to go in the Peace Corps and chose to go to Korea because I knew she would be there. I looked for her every day knowing that someday she would walk out of my dreams and into my life.
Then one day I had the last dream. She walked off the bus in front of me. I was shocked did not know what to say and she smiled at me melting my heart away. I got her number agreed to meet the next day. She came to my class room and we talked at length.
She was madly in love with me and she had to have me. I told her I felt the same way. We married two months later. And that was the beginning of 35 years of happiness.
When I first saw you
Standing on the hot roadway
I knew life began
That was the end game
The beginning of my life with you
A journey with you
Author notes
true love story for details see my web page https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com
One Night I Dreamt of You
by Jake Aller on February 10, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
One night I dreamt of you
For seven years I dreamt of you
Until you walked into my life
Author notes
Ninth love senryu based on my true love story for details see my web page https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com
One Night in Lithia Springs
by Jake Aller on February 10, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
One night in Lithia Springs
We soaked away our painful life
And again fell in Love
Author notes
Eight love senryu based on my true love story for details see my web page https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com
You Are My Everything
by Jake Aller on February 10, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
You Are My Everything
You are my everything
All my hopes and dreams
Haunting my nights
Author notes
seventh love senryu based on my true love story for details see my web page https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com
I Can Not Get Rid
by Jake Aller on February 10, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
I cannot get rid
This angel haunting my soul
Seeing your face in the sky
Author notes
sixth love senryu based on my true love story for details see my web page https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com
Saying Goodbye for Now
by Jake Aller on February 10, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Saying goodbye now
Is the hardest thing to do
But I must do it
Author notes
Fifth love senryu based on my true love story for details see my web page https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com
One moment, one day
by Jake Aller on February 10, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
One moment, one day
You walked out of my nightmares
And swept into life
Author notes
Third love senryu based on my true love story for details see my web page https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com
Waking Up to No You
by Jake Aller on February 10, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Waking up to no you
Absent in my bed at night
Absent from my dreams
Author notes
second love senryu based on my true love story for details see my web page https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com
thursday Evening
by Jake Aller on February 9, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Thursday early evening
Thinking dark thoughts only you
Can you cure these thoughts?
Author notes
first of ten love senryu I recently wrote
Lunatic Howling at the Moon
by Jake Aller on January 21, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
As I sit
Under the lunatic light of the full moon
Of the blood-red lights of the moon
Full of wild passions
The lustful beast stirs again
And starts running and running
Howling at the moon
Riding into the new dawn
On a demented Harley Davis cycle
With two naked babes on his back
Riding into the sun
90 miles per second
At the speed of thought
He disappears into the lunatic light
Of the full moon
And I wake up
Alone in my bed
Saying, man, that was quite a night
I better not go there again
The wild beast
Laughs
He has heard that before
And I join
The beast
In howling at the Moon
Author notes
the second of my lunatic poems. I have posted the rest on my blog, https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com
Just an Unhinged Lunatic Howling at the Moon
by Jake Aller on January 21, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
On a moonlit late night
I sat in a bar
Drinking drams of demented, fermented dream dew
Just an unhinged lunatic
Dreaming of howling at the full moon
Watching the world walk by
Looking at all the fine looking babes
Walking by the street
Thinking wild, erotic thoughts
Of endless wild libertine passions
When into the bar
Walked the most beautiful women
In the Universe
So wild, so free
So wonderfully alive
I did not know what to do
As this vision of delight
Sauntered through the bar
In a skin-tight leather pants
Looked so fine
That my eyeballs hurt
And finally, I had to say something
So, I gathered up my manly courage
And walked up to her
And she looked at me
And instantly bewitched my soul
With a devilish grin
I lost all reason
And became a raving lunatic
Unhinged lunatic
Howling at the moon
Foaming at the mouth
A wild, free werewolf
Howling at the lunatic light
Of the full Moon
Howling at The Moon
I stood outside
Between the trees
In a field
On the outside of town
Beneath the lunatic rays
Of the blood red full moon
The lunatic lights of the moon
Casts a wild primeval glow
On me
The hormonal chemicals are unleashed
The wild beast within
Escapes it chain
And I howl with delight
A werewolf
Free at last
To run amuck
Free of its civilized restrains
Throwing off its clothes
Stripping naked
Running wild
Naked and free
A wild man
Enjoying his freedom
Author notes
in honor of the blood wolf moon, I posted my lunatic poems on my blog and here as well
October Rain
by Jake Aller on January 21, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
The falling rain
Of late October
Fills me with essential dread
As I rush about
And end up here
Wherever here is
The rain outside
Seems like the tears of god
As I sit
Crying over my beer
Thinking of lost love
And failed dreams
Wondering
What went wrong?
And what I can set right
And the rain falls
And the night darkens
The rain is falling
All over this man’s world
And the rain falls
And I sit
Drinking my lonesome drink
Lost in dreams
Dreaming of what
Could never be
Thinking dark thoughts
And so, I sit
And dream the night away
Author notes
plethora magazine will publish this poem in their next issue
dream girl – true love story
by Jake Aller on January 21, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
The Story of How We Met
Note: This is a true story. For further details see Dreams and the Unexplainable– a Chicken
Soup for the Soul book, published in September 2017,
It all began in Berkeley, California
In the springtime of 1974
One fateful afternoon
I was sleeping in my high school Physics class.
I looked up and saw a tall,
beautiful Asian woman
standing there looking at me.
She was the most beautiful women
in the universe to me
I screamed out, who are you?
She disappeared
as if she was beamed
away from my dream.
I knew that someday
I would meet the girl
In the dream
Little did I know
I would have to wait until 1982
Starting that month
I began having the same dream
Month and month and month.
Always the same.
She was saying something
in a strange language.
Then one day
I had the dream
and knew that
she was in Korea.
So, I chose to go
to Korea
In the Peace Corps,
Somehow knowing
That I would meet her there.
One day
A year after the Peace Corps ended
A month before I planned
to leave to return
to the U.S. for graduate school
That morning early in the morning
I had the last of these dreams.
This time I understood her.
She said, “Don’t worry.
We’ll meet soon.”
That evening
As I was getting off the bus
To go to my class
I saw getting off the bus
The girl in my dream.
It was she!
I was speechless.
I did not know what to do.
Over the course of the evening
I ran into her several times.
Finally, I was introduced to her.
I muttered some lame excuse
About wanting to find a Korean tutor
and got her number.
The next day she came to the gate
Of my base where I was teaching
ESL to Koreans
She said that she
had to speak with me.
I told to wait in the library
for about an hour,
and I would cancel class
and meet her then.
We went out for coffee.
She told me that she was madly
in love with me
And simply had to have me.
I told her I felt the same way.
I proposed five days later,
And got married one month later.
Does she believe this story?
She claims she does not believe it
Because it is impossible to be true.
But I know that there
are other worlds and other times.
In a past life
we must have been together somehow.
And our love was so strong
That it crossed over the barrier
of time and space
She found me in 1974,
But it took until 1982
For us to actually meet.
And it has been 36 years
Since we met in the physical sphere
Or 45 years since the dream began
And I still recall the dream
And meeting her
I had no choice
When I met her
We were fated to be together
Until the end of this lifetime
And the next and the next
Author notes
true story. Plethora magazine is hosting a romantic poetry contest, the deadline is February 10th this is my entry.
Fake Things
by Jake Aller on January 21, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Fake Things
We live in a world
Of fake things
Fake Products
Fake News
Fake Calls
Fake Politics
Fake Sports
Fake Business
Fake Leaders
Fake People
Fake friends
Fake sincerity
Surrounded 24/7
By all the fake things
How can anything real exist?
Is it all nothing but fake things
Designed to deceive us all?
Author notes
a revised version of ‘Fake Things”. will be published in Foliate Oak Literary magazine.
Morphing Images from a Hellish Nightmare
by Jake Aller on January 13, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
I am in a room
Watching people all around me
Change into hideous creatures
Monsters from the deepest depths of hell
The Chief of them all
Wears a Trumpian mask
Completed with orange hair
Half human half pig
His deputy
Wears the face of Putin
But his body
Half human, half horse
The other creatures wear masks
Many of them wear
Green Pepe the alt right
Symbolic frog masks
And have T shirts
Bearing alt right slogans
And Nazi symbols
And as they prance about
They chant alt. Right slogans
And neo Nazi chants
Jews with Not Replace us
And the rest of these creatures
Are hideous ugly beasts
With only a vestige of humanity left
And these monsters are engaged
In all sorts of foul evil deeds
Murder violence death
All around
And none-stop
violent drug fueled orgies
As these creatures
Half human half monsters
Half male, half female creatures
Snort coke, cocaine, speed
Smoke weed and drink vodka shots
Scotch, bourbon and beer
The Trumpian Pig leads the charge
Starts engaging in sodomy with Putin
Who chases after people
Cutting off their heads with his sword
They turn on to their fellow creatures
Raping and fucking each other
All night long
Then they attack me
Screaming
Jews will not replace us
And I wake up
Screaming
As the sun comes up
Just another nightmare
Author notes
from a recent nightmare. I don’t dream dreams I dream movie scripts!
God’s confession
by Jake Aller on January 13, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
God’s Confession
I was sitting along
In a god forsaken bar
Somewhere on the lunatic fringes
Of society
On the bad part of town
Over by railroad tracks
Heading to hell
As fast as I could drink it down
Enjoying my lonely drink
Drinking by my lonesome self
With my partners
Jimmy Dean, and the Walker brother
And his old Granddad
Just drinking and hanging
With the Jack Daniel’s gang
A crazed bum
With a thousand year stare
Walks up to me
He begins
Muttering to himself
Nutty nonsense
Crazy words
In a lunatic’s voice
He had the look
Of one possessed
By his own demons
That only he can see
Or hear
Possessed by a secret knowledge
Only he knew
Despite myself
I was fascinated
By this lunatic’s tale
So, I stopped him
And said
So, what’s your game
Anyway
The short little dude
Stopped his insane prattle
Starting at me
With that thousand year old stare
Just another washed up
Lunatic
Too many drugs
Too many bad nights
On the wrong side of life
An acid causality from the 60’s
Went out so far
Down the LSD rabbit hole
Never came back
He looked at me
And proclaimed his story
He reared up
And filled up the room
And lifted the bar
On his finger
And stared down at me
From the sky
And said
Since you asked
I am God
The alpha and Omega
The real deal
The original dude of dudes
The sultan of Swing
God of hosts
And father of that Jesus dude
But no one knows me
Any more
No one cares
They think I am irrelevant
They think I am dead
They think I am a fairy tale
From some olden, ancient time
Some say I am dead
Others think I should be dead
That my work is done
I looked at him
Carefully now
And what did I see
An old man
With that lunatic look
But there was something else
He was crazy
Sure yes
But perhaps he was the real deal
I mean why not
Why would not God be
A lunatic wandering around loose
Talking to low lives like me
In a bar
On the way to hell
So, I looked at him
And invited him to share
His tale of woe
God tells me
Well, it’s like this
Many a year ago
People believed in me
But one day
They quit believing in me
And they went on without me
As they left me
My powers got weaker and weaker
And so eventually I became
What you see today
A broken down drunk
Hanging out
Looking for a hand out
Looking for some company
Or at least a free dinner
And he laughed and laughed
And I looked at him
And saw the beginnings of the end
And the ends of the beginnings
I saw a million planets
Flash by
A billion people
A trillion sentient beings
Thinking all at once
Thoughts filled my head
Lights flashed
And I knew
He was telling the truth
But it did not matter
In this day and age
Of materialism
God has no role
God is truly dead
And so, I bought him a drink
And walked out of the bar
Profoundly saddened by what I had seen
God was dead
And we had all conspired
To kill him
Long live God
Author notes
one of my poems about unlikely encounters with God and whether God can exist in this materialistic world this might be offensive to some so I apologize in advance
early morning thoughts
by Jake Aller on January 13, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Early in the midst of a chaotic frenzy
I caught the fragrance of her sweat grin
And my heart did a swirling spin
When I saw that vision of erotic delight
There I stood
Alone in a somehow too dismal room
Full of vibrant people
I knew not what to say
So, I spent that dismal day
Thinking dismal morbid thoughts of lugubrious doom
Thoughts what might happen that day
And what might have been if I had the courage to say Hello
Thus, it went
Years after ever melancholy year
Days after ever gloomy days
Nights of self-induced torture
Months of nightly rancid beer
There it went
Now
I am sitting and thinking
Thoughts so gloomy
I still don’t know
Life belongs to the living
Not to the morbid mystic dreamers
Nor the poets dying
Author notes
another darker poem from my college days!
depressed morbid nights
by Jake Aller on January 13, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Depressed Morbid Nights
One of these depressed, depraved, morbid nights
I shall awake to the God damned game of life
And sit under the graying light
Of the foolish full moon
And laminate upon my luminance
And chew up the garments of past lives
And cry my soul
But no one will hear the plight of my mind
On strike for better wages
And more love
Thus, I will sit, and think and dream
Dreams that no one ever before dreamt
It is so very lonely being a foolish lunatic
But then as I drink to oblivion
I begin to think
Of all those things that I have not experienced
And wonder with a vengeance
Why God hates me so
Or is it only an illusion?
When will I awake
Or do we just sit waiting for more beer
To cover up
The stench of putrid rotting flesh
Waiting for death to take us away
To the Cosmic garbage dump in the sky
Trying to communicate across a gap
That is light years’ long
And will never close
For man was not made to know
The real thoughts of another
Man was made to suffer, cry and wait
For the party in Hell afterwards
Shit, let’s us die and be done with it
Or live without our God damned dreams
Running our thoughts
Into pits of depraved madness
Author notes
one of my darker poems from back in college
Hell is here to stay
by Jake Aller on January 12, 2019. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Hell is Here to Stay
Hell is Here to Stay
The angel of the lord
Appeared on TV sets
All over the world
People woke up
Expecting to see
The usual suspects
Talking heads
Talking drivel
Talking trash
Instead
A stern visage
A stern old man
In a dark suit
He had a salt and pepper beard
And long, dark black hair
And piercing blue eyes
Staring out
From his stern face
The eyes
Piercing the soul
Of all who listened
The voice
Of the angel of the lord
Was like thunder
And all over the world
People tried to turn off
Their TV sets
To no avail
Twilight light Zone
Prevailed
The angel of the lord
Stopped swearing
And said
In a calm
Deadly voice
People of earth
You know the lord
By a billion names
I am his spokesman
We’ve realized
There is the age of the TV
And we must be able to reach
You directly
Before one or a million
Could understand
Now no one hears us
For you are convinced
We are dead
Irrelevant
Washed up
A fraud
Frankly speaking
You all can go to hell
And an evil grin
Appears on his face
As he says
Can a fraud do this?
And outside
Thunder and lightening
A star comes down
And houses were blown away
And everyone was
Outside
The TV set
Was in the sky above
The voice of the angel
Of the lord
Proclaiming
Repent
The end is near
And now
No more TV
No more booze
The rights to you
Have been sold
For to quote Frank Zappa
You are all assholes
You are all assholes
All of you
Little, mean little assholes
Let me introduce
My new business partner
Satan, also known
As the prince of darkness
God and Satan
Have agreed on a deal
A thousand year Reich
A thousand year of slavery
For you
My little human assholes
For your sins, your arrogance
Your foolish pride
After a thousand years
Of pure torture
We will return
To judge the living and the dead
Most of you will remain in hell
Some will be redeemed
And allowed into heaven
And now, back to your usual station
Welcome to hell
Satan said
And laughed and laughed and laughed
And the usual crimes resume
The usual lies and deceits and shames
For most people
It made no difference
They had been in hell
For centuries
For some
It mattered
The few decent people
Left on earth
Were condemned to join
The masses
For another thousand years
Of toil and misery
The bosses were happy
Satan appointed them
To continue to rule
But no strikes
No salaries
And as much abuse
As they could give out
And so, the world turns and turns
Following its way
Around the sun
And the sun
Turns and floats
Through space
And the end was here
And now
No one could tell
The difference anymore
Hell was here to stay
Gabriel, the angel of the lord
Appeared on TV sets
All over the world
People woke up
Expecting to see
The usual suspects
Talking heads
Talking drivel
Talking trash
Instead
A stern visage
A stern old man
In a dark suit
He had a salt and pepper beard
And long, dark black hair
And piercing blue eyes
Staring out
From his stern face
The eyes
Piercing the soul
Of all who listened
The voice
Of the angel of the lord
Was like thunder
And all over the world
People tried to turn off
Their TV sets
To no avail
Twilight light Zone
Prevailed
The angel of the lord
Stopped swearing
And said
In a calm
Deadly voice
People of earth
You know the lord
By a billion names
I am his spokesman
We’ve realized
There is the age of the TV
And we must be able to reach
You directly
Before one or a million
Could understand
Now no one hears us
For you are convinced
We are dead
Irrelevant
Washed up
A fraud
Frankly speaking
You all can go to hell
And an evil grin
Appears on his face
As he says
Can a fraud do this?
And outside
Thunder and lightening
A star comes down
And houses were blown away
And everyone was
Outside
The TV set
Was in the sky above
The voice of the angel
Of the lord
Proclaiming
Repent
The end is near
And now
No more TV
No more booze
The rights to you
Have been sold
For to quote Frank Zappa
You are all assholes
You are all assholes
All of you
Little, mean little assholes
Let me introduce
My new business partner
Satan, also known
As the prince of darkness
God and Satan
Have agreed on a deal
A thousand year Reich
A thousand year of slavery
For you
My little human assholes
For your sins, your arrogance
Your foolish pride
After a thousand years
Of pure torture
We will return
To judge the living and the dead
Most of you will remain in hell
Some will be redeemed
And allowed into heaven
And now, back to your usual station
Welcome to hell
Satan said
And laughed and laughed and laughed
And the usual crimes resume
The usual lies and deceits and shames
For most people
It made no difference
They had been in hell
For centuries
For some
It mattered
The few decent people
Left on earth
Were condemned to join
The masses
For another thousand years
Of toil and misery
The bosses were happy
Satan appointed them
To continue to rule
But no strikes
No salaries
And as much abuse
As they could give out
And so, the world turns and turns
Following its way
Around the sun
And the sun
Turns and floats
Through space
And the end was here
And now
No one could tell
The difference anymore
Hell was here to stay
Author notes
Here are some poems that I like. The first four have been published, the last is unpublished. The first, fourth and fifth one were the product of dreams. God’s Confession was written after a night drinking in Bangkok. As some of you may have heard me say over the years, I don’t dream dreams I dream movies. The second and third I wrote while in college over 40 years ago, the last one I wrote last week.
Some of these poems may be offensive. So be it. If you are offended, please accept my apologies in advance but these are my nightmares not yours. You are entitled to believe whatever you want to believe or not believe and so am I. Obviously, these poems don’t reflect the views of any prior employers.
In any event, I have also posted these poems on All Poetry, Poetry Soup, Hello Poetry, Cosmosfunnel, Scriggler, Open Arts Forum, Poetry Magnum Opus, and Writing.com
fake bacon
by Jake Aller on December 17, 2018. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
It seems that bacon
Has come back from the dead
And is everywhere these days
There is even bacon ice cream
Bacon whiskey
Bacon tacos
Yeh I love bacon
But I don’t like the fake bacon
You can get beef bacon
Turkey bacon
Tofu bacon
All look like bacon
Taste like bacon
Cook like bacon
Seems to be bacon
But it is all sham
Nothing real about it
Just another fake healthy food
In a long line
Of fake food products
Designed to get our money
Out of our pockets
And into their greedy little arms
So, I resist
I want the real deal
I want bacon real bacon
With my real eggs
And if it means
I am fated
To die of a real heart attack
At least I will die
A real man
Author notes
final fake food poem for today! check out the rest on my blog https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com
fake eggs
by Jake Aller on December 17, 2018. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
I love real eggs
From real chicken
Preferably free range
Vegetarian fed,
No antibiotic feed
No hormones added
Non-caged chickens,
allowed to roam about
As God intended
them to do
Not locked up
In chicken coop hell
But now
We have so many choices
We can have fake eggs
Without any cholesterol
Or yoke
Tastes like real chicken eggs
At least they claim
But who knows what’s real
Any more
Can you trust
The chicken is real?
Author notes
another fake food poem for the complete list see my blog https://theworldaccordingtocosmos,
fake bread
by Jake Aller on December 17, 2018. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Now a days
Most of the time
I eat fake bread
GF bread
For health reasons
My wife can’t tolerate the real thing
And so,
I eat fake bread
Fake pasta
Fake pizza
But every so often
I want the real deal
I crave bread
Made with wheat
And a real pizza
And real pasta
And real donuts
Author notes
another fake food poem for the complete list see my blog https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com
fake booze
by Jake Aller on December 17, 2018. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
I never real understood
The concept of alcohol free booze
Alcohol free beer
Alcohol free wine
I don’t get Mocktales
And I don’t get fruit beer
And coffee beer
And other the other weirdo drinks
That people drink these days
I mean when you drink booze
You want the alcohol
You want the buzz
You need the booze
And you want it now
And frankly fake booze
Just does not do it for me
So please no fake beer
No mocktails
No fake wine for me
As the song puts it
One scotch, one bourbon
And one beer
So, either give me the real deal
Or give me a cup of tea
Or coffee or water or juice
Or whatever
But don’t serve me fake booze
Author notes
another fake food poem for the complete set see my blog https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com
fake fish
by Jake Aller on December 17, 2018. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Every where in the world
When you eat fish
In a restaurant
The restaurant owners
Claim it is salmon or tuna
Or other delicious fish
But the sad reality
60 percent of the time
You are eating fake fish
The fish may be fish
Or may not be fish
But if it is indeed fish
It is probably tilapia
Or some other cheap
Bottom feeding scumbag fish
Filled with toxins
And possibly tape worms
And other parasites
And as you eat your delicious fish
You are eating the fake fish
And helping the fish industry
Continue this con game
But there is nothing you can do
Except for catching your own fish
And preparing it yourself
So, when you eat fish
Pretend if you must
That you eating salmon or tuna
While you eat your tilapia
And pay the salmon/tuna premium price
Author notes
another fake food poem for the complete list see my blog https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com
fake vegan meat
by Jake Aller on December 17, 2018. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
When I go to a vegetarian restaurant
I often encounter fake meat
Often called mock meat
Made out of soy beans, and other things
And I wonder
Why bother with the façade
I mean if you are a vegan
Be a vegan
Don’t eat or make fake meat
You don’t need it
You really don’t like it
And it is somehow
just wrong to me
So please no more fake meat
No more tofu turkey for me
Either give me my meat
Or give me my vegan delight
Author notes
another fake food poem check out my blog https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com for the complete list
fake coffee
by Jake Aller on December 17, 2018. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
I used to be a big coffee drinker
Had to have my four or five cups
Of real fresh brewed coffee
Not for me the weak instant coffee
Of decafe coffee or herbal fake coffee
But over time coffee caught up to me
And now I can not handle the real deal
And I am forced to drink decafe coffee
Which is a kind of fake coffee to me
Or herbal coffee
Which is entirely fake
Designed to taste like the real thing
But without that caffeine kick
That true coffee drinkers crave
Since we are all caffeine addicts at heart
Just need that rush to get going
And keep going
And the fake coffee
Just does not do the trick
And so, I am doomed
To drink decafe coffee
And fake coffee
Missing my real cup of coffee
Until the I enjoy the last drop
Author notes
more fake food poems see web page for complete list https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com
fake food
by Jake Aller on December 17, 2018. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
in this world of fake things
Nothing is more fake
Than the food we eat
Most of the fake food crap we eat
Is nothing but chemicals
And flavorings
Added to a small amount
Of real food
All packaged and sold
And marketed
Scientifically designed to taste good
So we eat the poisoned food
And get sicker and sicker
While the food industry giants
Make obscene profits
Selling us poison
Author notes
part of my chapbook, “Fake Things” check out my blog https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com for the complete set
fake friends
by Jake Aller on December 13, 2018. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Fake Smiles
The old soul classic
Smiling faces got it right
“Smiling faces sometimes
Pretend to be your friend
Smiling faces show no traces
Of the evil that lurks within (can you dig it?)
Smiling faces, smiling faces, sometimes
They don’t tell the truth
Smiling faces, smiling faces tell lies and I got proof
Oh, oh, yeah
Let me tell you
The truth is in the eyes ’cause the eyes don’t lie, amen
Remember, a smile is just a frown turned upside down my friend
So, hear me when I’m saying
Smiling faces, smiling faces, sometimes, yeah
They don’t tell the truth
Smiling faces, smiling faces tell lies and I got proof
(Beware) beware of the handshake
That hides the snake (can you dig it, can you dig it?)
I’m a-tellin’ you beware of the pat on the back
It just might hold you back
Jealousy, (jealousy) misery (misery) envy (envy)
I…”
Boy did the singer get it right
In this world of fake things
Where the market rules us all
The art of the fake smile
Has been perfected
They say that many people
Have mastered the art of the fake smile
Where you smile
and pretend to like someone
your victim
does not suspect
that the smile
is because you are thinking
of stabbing them in the back
oh yes in a world of fake people
beware, beware of smiling faces
Author notes
part of my chapbook,
“Fake Things” see https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com
fake friends
by Jake Aller on December 13, 2018. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
In this world of fake things
Where nothing is real
Nothing is authentic
And the market rules us all
There is no room
For real friendship
We are all using each other
To get ahead
So we pretend to be friends
All the time
Plotting against our so called friends
To get ahead
The market rewards the most vicious
Sociopathic values rule the market
Friendship is for wimps
And losers
Those winners end up
Alone all alone
For they have no real friends
But boy do they have real enemies
For in this fake world of ours
Perhaps hate is the one real emotion
That has survived
Author notes
part of my chapbook, “fake things” see https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com
fake relationships
by Jake Aller on December 13, 2018. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
In this modern world
Where everything seems fake
There are few genuine relationships left
Most relationships are market driven
How can this person help me
In my career or in life
What can I get from them
How can I use them for my advantage
And what do they want in return
And we are all nothing but personal brands
Competing all the time for the next gig job
And romance
Has been reduced to sexual lust
And nothing more
And few people want babies
Any more
Babies are expensive
And limit your ability
To compete for your next bed partner
And being real, telling people what we really think
Is usually a CLM – career limiting move so to speak
So, everyone hides their true feelings
And are resigned to living this fake life
In a world filled with fake people
I wonder if there are any real people left
Author notes
part of my fake things chapbook see https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com
fake jake
by Jake Aller on December 13, 2018. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Many years ago
I proclaimed to the world
I was Jake
And I was not a fake
But I was the real deal
But over the years
I too have become fake
And yes Jake
Is also nothing but a fake
Author notes
we are all fakes in our way
fake souls
by Jake Aller on December 13, 2018. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
In this hyper materialist era
We find ourselves in
Is there such a thing as a true soul?
Or have we all become
Nothing but fake souls
The rights to our souls
Long ago sold
To the evil masters of the universe
The secret programmers
Of this cosmic video game
We all live in
And our dear leader
Donald Trump
Has a fake soul
As he acts like he is robot
Trying to fake real human emotions
And usually failing miserably
Author notes
from my chapbook, “fake things” on my blog https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com
fake calls
by Jake Aller on November 22, 2018. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
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…..
Author notes
my feelings about fake calls
hell is here to stay
by Jake Aller on November 22, 2018. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
The angel of the lord
Appeared on TV sets
All over the world
People woke up
Expecting to see
The usual suspects
Talking heads
Talking drivel
Talking trash
Instead
A stern visage
A stern old man
In a dark suit
He had a salt and pepper beard
And long, dark black hair
And piercing blue eyes
Staring out
From his stern face
The eyes
Piercing the soul
Of all who listened
The voice
Of the angel of the lord
Was like thunder
And all over the world
People tried to turn off
Their TV sets
To no avail
Twilight light Zone
Prevailed
The angel of the lord
Stopped swearing
And said
In a calm
Deadly voice
People of earth
You know the lord
By a billion names
I am his spokesman
We’ve realized
There is the age of the TV
And we must be able to reach
You directly
Before one or a million
Could understand
Now no one hears us
For you are convinced
We are dead
Irrelevant
Washed up
A fraud
Frankly speaking
You all can go to hell
And an evil grin
Appears on his face
As he says
Can a fraud do this?
And outside
Thunder and lightening
A star comes down
And houses were blown away
And everyone was
Outside
The TV set
Was in the sky above
The voice of the angel
Of the lord
Proclaiming
Repent
The end is near
And now
No more TV
No more booze
The rights to you
Have been sold
For to quote Frank Zappa
You are all assholes
You are all assholes
All of you
Little, mean little assholes
Let me introduce
My new business partner
Satan, also known
As the prince of darkness
God and Satan
Have agreed on a deal
A thousand year Reich
A thousand year of slavery
For you
My little human assholes
For your sins, your arrogance
Your foolish pride
After a thousand years
Of pure torture
We will return
To judge the living and the dead
Most of you will remain in hell
Some will be redeemed
And allowed into heaven
And now, back to your usual station
Welcome to hell
Satan said
And laughed and laughed and laughed
And the usual crimes resume
The usual lies and deceits and shames
For most people
It made no difference
They had been in hell
For centuries
For some
It mattered
The few decent people
Left on earth
Were condemned to join
The masses
For another thousand years
Of toil and misery
The bosses were happy
Satan appointed them
To continue to rule
But no strikes
No salaries
And as much abuse
As they could give out
And so the world turns and turns
Following its way
Around the sun
And the sun
Turns and floats
Through space
And the end was here
And now
No one could tell
The difference anymore
Hell was here to stay
Author notes
some random thoughts about God, the devil, heaven and hell
Mr. Trump Tear Down this Wall
by Jake Aller on November 13, 2018. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Walls
Trump wants a wall
Between America and Mexico
A wall against the southern hordes
A wall based on fear and hate
A wall to make America safe
A wall to make America great again
And yet I wonder
Will his wall fall
Like the Berlin wall
And the great wall
And all the other walls
They all failed
All of them
Walls divide us
Walls make us
Into different tribes
Between the pure
And the impure
St Reagan
Said Tear Down this Wall
Will future Presidents
Tear down this begotten wall
Or will it become a tourist attraction
Another great wall
Against barbarian hordes
Author notes
published in raving maniac’s anthology Poets against the Wall
Sandwich Choices.
by Jake Aller on November 13, 2018. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
There are so many choices to be had
When ordering a sandwich
What kind of bread
What kind of meat or any meat
What kind of cheese or any cheese
Whether to have sprouts or not
Whether to have a pickle or not
Whether to go with a classic peanut butter
And something sandwich
I loved peanut butter sandwiches
As a kid
Peanut butter and sweat pickles were my favorite
Peanut butter and banana is good also
Peanut butter and strawberry jam
What a delightful memory
My current favorite
Is a BLT with sprouts, avocado, and kosher dill pickles?
Heirloom red tomatoes one slice per each half
Avocado one half per each half
One half pickle on each half
Bacon cooked just right – well done but not black
Sprouts and lettuce just right
Timamook Yellow smoked cheder cheese
On each half
On Gluten Free bread
with chipotle mayo
And Dijon mustard
Cut in half
Truly a sandwich made in heaven
And bacon makes everything
Taste so damn nice
And God if you are reading this poem
You had better prepare them for me
Or Heaven will not be worth it
Does Satan serve BLT sandwiches
I wonder
Probably not
Probably you become the bacon
In his hell sandwiches
Author notes
published today on Duane’s Poetree
cats
by Jake Aller on November 4, 2018. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Cat Fight in Incheon
Watching two cats
Fighting along side the sidewalk
In suburban Incheon New Airport Town
Completely indifferent
To the humans walking around them
And the humans were indifferent to the cats
As they stood there fighting
And screeching at each other
One orange one
One half black half white one
Both middle age in cat years
As I sat there watching the cats
really getting into it
I wondered what they were arguing about?
But since I don’t speak cat
I really didn’t know
All I know is they were really screeching at each other
And almost look like they were about to attack each other
But one cat backed down
As the other cat stood their proverbial ground
If they were humans one would have pulled out a knife
Or a gun
And someone would have been killed
But being mere cats
They stared at each other
And walked away
but they kept glancing at each other
So I knew the fight as not over
Merely postponed until a later hour
Cats truly are the aliens
Who live among us humans
Or perhaps we are the aliens
Who live among the cats?
Cat thought
Watching the black cat
Who lives underneath the building
Slinking about
looking for something to kill
I am reminded once again the cats
are not our friends
as I stare at him
an alien invader
From another planet
Mysterious Cat looking at me
As I look out
At the parking lot
I see a black cat
looking at me with dark soulful eyes
filled with mysterious secrets
I wondered
What the cat
thinks of me?
The cat looks at me
With a mysterious grin
The cat smiles at me
Like the Cheshire cat
He smiles
and runs away into the bushes
Looking Out My Window
Looking out my window
In Incheon
What did I see
The neighboring apartment buildings
Obscured by the April rains
And yellow dust of early Spring
And in the distant the mountains
Aflame with spring colors
Beckoning me outdoors
Looking out my window
In Oregon
What did I see
Green trees
Silently watching me
And the cats gamboling along
Looking at me
While I look at them
Each wondering what sort of weird creatures
The other is
And who is the real alien species?
In Washington DC
Looking out my window
What did I see
I saw the squirrels in the trees
And the peaceful trees
Of Capitol Hill
Near the seat of power
Yet somehow
I felt It all far away
In Suburban Virginia
Looking out the window
What did I see
I often looked out my window
At the trees and the jungle
In my back yard
And heard the distant roar
Of traffic on the busy suburban street
As people rushed to get to the freeway
In the early morning hours
In Madrid Spain
Looking out the window
What did I see
I looked out at our Spanish neighborhood
Seeing the beautiful Madrid ladies
Walking down the street
Secretly admiring them from afar
In Barbados
Looking out the window
What did I see
The monkeys in the trees
Looking at me
Contemplating raiding my garden
As soon as I went away
In Seoul
Looking out my window
What did I see
The neighborhood
Alive outside my window
For so many years
In Seattle
Looking out my window
What did I see
I saw the ever changing green
Sea of trees
that is Seattle’s true color
The city is so lush and green
And alive with life’s endless possibilities
In Stockton
Looking out the window
What did I see
The traffic moving
Through the dense fog
That often fell upon the city
Obscuring everything in its embrace
And growing up in Berkeley
Looking out my window
I saw nothing
+But the dirt and trees
And shrubs
Of my ancestral home
And felt nothing
But loneliness
And a desire
To leave my home
As soon as I grew up
That is what I see
When I look out my window
Even to this day
I see where I have been
And wonder where I am going
As I stare out the window
Knowing that my life
Will surely come to an end
As I stare out at the world
Waiting waiting waiting
For my fate to unfold
Watching three cats
Watching three cats
gamboling along
Looking at me
While I look at them
Each wondering what sort of weird creatures
The other is
And who is the real alien species?
three cats ready to go
three cats
at play
they look out at the world
and they are ready
they are born hunters
they are hungry
they are restless
and they want
to escape
from the house
to chase birds
squirrels
and other cats
That’s the cat’s life after all
they tolerate us humans
only because we feed them
But at heart
they are wild things
and wild things
need to be free
Looking Out My Window
I look out my window
On the parking lot
And see the mad cat
That lives underneath the apartment house
And look out at the park
Thinking of taking a walk
The cat looks at me
Kindred spirits perhaps
Retired waiting to die
Watching Cats Hunt
Early morning
Watching two white cats
Hunting a white dove
The cats hunt in pairs
Tracking the bird
The bird flies away
Safe for now
And I think about the cats
And the hunt goes on
Such is life
And the fate of cats
And birds
Cats April 19
Cats
I often wonder about Cats
What do they think of us
It seems at time
That cats think of humans
As their slaves
We exist to feed them
To comfort them
To save them from their enemies
And to worship them
Yes cats are an alien species
Totally different from humanity
Detached, and almost evil
If we ever encounter an alien civilization
God help us if it’s a cat based civilization
We would then be engaged
In the epic mother of all wars
As cats and humans would not get along
The cats would think we were their slaves
And we would resent and fear them
And secretly worship their alien ways
Author notes
my thoughts about the alien creature that is the cat
another microsoft found poem
by Jake Aller on October 20, 2018. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Today’s plan
go for John
Cup in my car
Coca
Woke up
Feeling Tom Carl Karma
Hanging out with Amber
Comment:
Who the fuck is Amber anyway?
And why does she keep popping up
Is Microsoft trying to tell me something?
End comment
Dictation is so chu danger
have some more cell phones
till acting weird
But It is good
working To get to work
today’s plan
go for John coach canpell
go to temple
Anthony Con Nam
for Angela too
Register the properties for sale
Mike
Look at Panels today
but that will probably
have to be next week sometime
Maybe Monday Or Tuesday
Port Wednesday
Want to go tonight
he’s only children
next week
so would want
to mail down the dates
this morning like we discussed
The rest of Microsoft plans
Will write this up
And send it to Microsoft
Essential found
and I’m standing in
Author notes
from a letter to Microsoft
Latest Found Poem
Hope you are amused by these and you have my permission to publish them
But more importantly I hope you can see that your dictation program needs a lot of work. It is still about 50 percent accurate with sometimes hilarious unintended consequences.
Also I usually have to click it on and off up to ten times before I get a stable enough connection to get it to work.
Hope you can fix it! Would be nice if it worked.
More feedback from today’s dictation trials.
This morning I recorded the following statistical breakdown.
1. 31 attempts to open dictation finally worked and was 70% accurate
2. 6 attempts to open dictation and was 30% accurate
3. 5 attempts to open dictation and was 5% accurate and came out in the middle of other text which required a lot of editing afterwards
4. 3 attempts to open dictation and was 90% accurate.
Other observations:
Microsoft dictation gets dates right 90% of the time.
Microsoft dictation gets the word Dreams correct 10 percent of the time. It usually transcribes as cream, green or krimmer. I tried several times to use the correct feature and that worked less than 10 percent of the time.
When I first started trying to use the program, nothing worked. My computer confirmed everything was working, I followed the instructions on setting up the mike but nothing worked. I called tech support and after spending an hour with me they suggested I reformat my hard drive. I went to best buy instead. They told me to buy an external mike which I did. And later I discovered on the Microsoft tech support page buried in the text a note that for best results you should buy a head set microphone. Once I did that it began to work but I had to reset the microphone ten times. I also did the suggested training two times. Despite all this the accuracy rate hovers between 30 to 90 percent, and I still have to click it on and off any where from 5 times to 40 times (the record so far).
I was trying to write down some recent music I downloaded. Here are the results for two of the entries in my daily journal. I offer these as further examples that your dictation product is not working.
Rachmaninov Symphonic dances was transcribed as
“F*** man enough so funny dances” Only thing accurate was the word “dances” Rachmaninov does contain the word Man so that is partly right
Symphonic could sound like funny I suppose
Rachmaninov contains 11 letters, F****man enough contains 15 letters. Three letters were correctly transcribed but not in the right order.
Symphonic was transcribed as So Funny Symphonic contains 8 letters, so funny contains 8 letters, only three letters in common S,Y and N
Statistical analysis
24 words in dictation three words one given name
24 words in transcription seven words only one word was correctly transcribed
6 letters were correctly transcribed.
Or a 25 percent success rate or 75% failure rate
Second Example:
Beethoven Cello Sonatas (22 letters three words)
Painter mang Cho sonatas (22 letters four words)
The words Beethoven and Painter have one common letter
The word cello and mang Cho have one common letter
Sonatas was accurately transcribed
Statistical analysis five letters out of 22 were accurately transcribed, or in other words 17 were mistakenly transcribed. Or a 29 percent accuracy rate.
So far the accuracy rate has been hovering between 30 to 70 percent. It is a word for word issue. Sometimes not often the entire paragraph is correct, more often than not, half if correct half is gibberish. I have had fun writing found poems out of the verbatim transcripts, some of which I shared earlier, and above.
To sum up, your dictation program is not ready for prime time.
hangover reflections
by Jake Aller on September 21, 2018. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Hangover Gods Punishment For drinker
A hangover is god’s punishment for drinkers
Nothing more than that God’s way of punishing the drinker
God’s punishment is severe for the sin of overdrinking
Of course, the only known cure for a hangover is to keep drinking
Very much need of a cure today
Every day one has too much to drink
resolve to quit drinking fill one’s head
Author notes
Hang Over Reflections
Last night a Korean friend from Virginia came for a two week visit He brought with him a 30 year Bottle of Balentine whiskey. Of course we have to drink it And then we have to drink some soju
well this morning I woke up with a hangover
And thought about the contributions to world culture that Koreans have made. The perfect Korean hangover cure
And of course this morning I am in the middle of taking the cure
The cure consists of
Lots of coffee
Liquid Korean hangover medicine from the local convenience store or drug store
Hangjanggu soup
A walk
Spending some time In the sauna soaking and sweating it out
Then Later following Mark Twain sage advice that the only known cure for hangover is to keep drinking. That is the Korean Hangover cure And it works
I had my first hangover at 16 when I was an exchange student For two weeks at a navaho boarding school. Went out and got rip roaring drunk with the Indians They gave me an Indian name “Skidish Digest “which means “Crazy friend” And I have now had Almost 45 years worth of experience dealing with hangovers a hangover is god’s punishment for drinkers
Today I wrote down the following hangover poem which I will share and I would love to hear your Hangover stories please post them below and I will share them
microsoft dictation found poems part one
by Jake Aller on September 13, 2018. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Her and they moved to
a the final inspection went well
with E wall
back to the apartment
and brown
we had left the keys
are in the car
but fortunately
we ran two
are rules that TV does not
ruin were bought
baby by Jews
they’ll be able to see you
and your evening
we win
two Home Depot and Costco
and then who can free pizza
for dinner we want to eastern market
and shot the movie
dress report to the berber
back home
and went to bed
about the nine
the dictation is working up
from 50% of the time
cue-card will keep
the hope that the difference
in win over to
in the meantime
I will keep brokerage
and user to ride
bay from all working
you in this
is Trevor Rowe junior middle school?
Microsoft did tuition
continues two 50%
of the time
one the visual dictation data
his sometimes schuler’s
shall I am sure
even when you shoot a film,
today we’ll meet with Perot’s
to turn over the key
and then paid the porch
and weather permits
and then maybe have dinner
with more drivers
wore see the movie
Mama Mia
should be a good
if I have time
High-level
also do some solutions all
Still having problems with my group
saw fit to Asia
still very strange
each results
it’s well as run
the south: today in that age
When to the house
and your lunch
had a good lunch
when the two D. Meyer
we are only eight at the red cross
to the I had a BLT
center with each 10 home
to ensure came home
at 230 and we walked
back to the house
did was a very hot air
to move the best way
to beat the fencing guy
Go to End
can show them the fencing edition
about $4000 or so
came home to a
Her and then run back home
Had celebrated for dinner
and wash two episodes of a series of unfortunate events
than started reading The two men
To the house
and the DM 2 me
the pay
for its then
Go to End
go to the paint shop
to buy more pain
noses were very first
Go to End
had too old
to be in this meet pizza.
Go to End
Went out at 8 am
to the house to meet
had too old to be in this meet pizza
have peace of for dinner
go to Sly and the Family Stone Yes No?
Play Summer Time in the City Yes
the painters
then walked to the Paint Shop
the in the top of the state intends
the the the the the the the
Pizza
Dinner salad
Say number okay 4444
6666
2222
End Document
Save Changes Journal Yes No
Can’t complete last command
Undo command
Can’t save
Came back from the upper
the painting works great
progress
is how so
in a very hot as hell
bent tonight
will go to trade for Jones
for home to home
Number of records by second baseman from voting
and an batteries for remote control
shown
or just for a number of town hall
Microsoft Dictation Trials Poem one part two
When to the house
and your lunch
had a good lunch
when the two D. Meyer
we are only eight at the red cross
to the I had a BLT
center with each 10 home
to ensure came home
at 230 and we walked
back to the house
did was a very hot air
to move the best way
to beat the fencing guy
Go to End
can show them the fencing edition
about $4000 or so
came home to a
Her and then run back home
Had celebrated for dinner
and wash two episodes of a series of unfortunate events
than started reading The two men
To the house
and the DM 2 me
the pay
for its then
Go to End
go to the paint shop
to buy more pain
noses were very first
Go to End
had too old
to be in this meet pizza.
Go to End
Went out at 8 am
to the house to meet
had too old to be in this meet pizza
have peace of for dinner
go to Sly and the Family Stone Yes No?
Play Summer Time in the City Yes
the painters
then walked to the Paint Shop
the in the top of the state intends
the the the the the the the
Pizza
Dinner salad
Say number okay 4444
6666
2222
End Document
Save Changes Journal Yes No
Can’t complete last command
Undo command
Can’t save
Came back from the upper
the painting works great
progress
is how so
in a very hot as hell
bent tonight
will go to trade for Jones
for home to home
Number of records by second baseman from voting
and an batteries for remote control
shown
or just for a number of town hall
Microsoft Dictation Trials Found Poem Number
Two
The painting went very well
it looks much better
it was a very hot day
will vote by
Microsoft trials dictation from:
and submitted it to two journals
and micro soft
don’t expect a response from mike
were shocked but had fun writing it
will keep track of market conditions
for a second from over tonight
we’ll work on my problem
for the interview
and take a walk to trader joe’s
two are home to worry:
Aaron will start working on
OK at the base of king too
fast and the bees
nonsense continue nonsense
Iraqis problem number one
priority right now but
Things to do
123
OK now I get your attention
I wanna go too sole
and Endgo
some and then being term
and then USA
and then Washington, DC
and then Baltimore
and then I wanna
will be with the idea being done
on the stand
will be OK enough tomorrow
I need to go to the house and 88 AM 988
just 8:00 AM.
The I am having a meeting with an array
annually and aHer
a OK on we’re going to talk
to a jester of two
come up with solutions
we need to two fans
and players
repaid the painting repairs
we are paying the bill
from both the house we’ve passed,
my treatment
we had the somewhat tainted drywall fixed
we have a new tenant
rules being new tenant
is a very good
10
I think
are we were making
very much you need to do better
to stop of studies
now me as Sarah
Mr. Allen not an island
is an error
that have a need
for an offense of offering Maisie’s
backing separate
from the public
often salad
End of the night
of the committee
of the ways
to hire the answer you
get a better
Microsoft Dictation trials
Found Poem Three
Inspection report
meeting went well
met with him
only at age six
G P silver in the damage
is shown her
the news from the rear
and as well as shown
for the termite damage.
In the termite
go we had been a UGS
the basic questions of morality
and using this statement
denying them the answer
most questions
afterwards
we went outside
to take a picture
although the front porch
into I noticed
there was something
very strange looking
at the front porch
the pedestal
on the front porch
were quoted
so he headed
from facing the street
and in from the street
station house
the fed is still on
riding his meaning
to the eye
and that has left his leading
to the left
we noticed
there were cracks
in the forge:
long the foliage
including the crack
on in the front door
we also know
is that the doors
are at opening
in the awkward men
we also noticed
a big crowd
on the right side of the house
on in the mist
airways to the right baseline
we took a look
at the the souls in 141571413 1415
that this is an old event in 1413
left as to his meeting
in Ford’s 111415
in the right one
is even for now
we suspect that uses serious settlement issue
in that the house is cracking
on the house
in the house
is trying to balance
its closing the porch
this is just
what left
in the says
this is a serious issue
we are sending information
to a lawyer
asked his advice
before we can’t turn our
insurance for content and
Rescinded the new
we will go to the court
has to figure out the procedures
for the deal
against the key man
this evening
I hope to do some writing
style dictation
Poem Four
Green tree
is in the Kingstown Property
in Alexandria
with her mother
and are tended to Jeff
my mother in the wall
is berating jobs for some reason
to handle
and tell my mother to calm down
as Jeff has a temper problem
job is getting very angry
Juppe pulls out a gun
and serves the shooting of my mother
the mall and should serve five or six times
in the head
my wife forays into a closet
and Hans hoping that jobs
will not find her
and she wonders
what would happen know
that her mother
in all my mother’s death
and the she wonders
what will happen
because im not there
at the time
and she fears Jeff
shooting in the wall
and that is the end
of the current in that age
Author notes
part one to four of my found poems
microsoft dictation found poems
by Jake Aller on September 13, 2018. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Telco one
not until 5:00 PM
had objected
lack of will
come back
and go to some of actor dinner
will fix the car tomorrow
and work on my appeal
might work
and the appeal
denied me
to get on the other headphones
when we go to the own charm
on Thursday
will build
and Costco tomorrow
dictation is working
but still funky
but it will when it finally works
watch and at the showboat
Mr. Sunshine
before taking all along
that low energy
back to two long flight
stop dictation
of up to the line
Author notes
these found poems were taken from my recent Microsoft dictation trials. Microsoft dictation is a work in progress, 40 percent of the time it comes out in clear text, 10 percent provides nonsense comments, and 50 percent gibberish some of which sound profound or has deep meaning, in any event, made materials for found poetry
computer blues
by Jake Aller on July 15, 2018. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Sometimes I think
My computer is plotting against me
And only me
Trying deliberately to drive me mad
My computer knows when I am busy
Then it throws a hissy fit
Refuses to boot up
Crashes constantly
Looses data that it had the day before
Or five minutes before
Or refuses to save the data
Just fucks with me
As it loves toying with me
Making me yell and scream
At my damn computer screen
Cursing up a blue stream of blue curses
As the blue screen of death
Marches across the dark blue screen
Smiling at me
As I beg it
To do what
it is supposed to do
Just once I beg it
Do what you are supposed to
Open the document once
Not twenty times
Do not not respond
In endless loops of opening
Not responding refusing to close
Until I respond to the error code
Please Mr. Computer
Quit playing games
Play my music
Don’t wipe out the sound
On the fifth attempt to play music
Don’t take a half hour to load Microsoft products
Don’t freeze up on opening ITUNES or Groove or Spotify
Don’t give me computer haiku error messages
That only makes sense to computer geeks
Such as general error reading files
Who the ***** is this damn general
And why is NSA reading my files
Or can’t save the file
Or can’t save the open file
When it just did ten times in a role
And in Microsoft Excel
Refusing to move the cursor
Just freezing in place for a moment
And all the other gobblygook messages
That pop up every five minutes it seems
As the computer slowly drives me mad
Flashing the final insult
User driven mad
Mission accomplished
Author notes
my love hate relationship with computers particularly microsoft
worst Year Ever
by Jake Aller on July 15, 2018. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
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
As America’s foes and friends wonder
Has America gone mad
Turing over ultimate power to this man
A con man narcistic criminal
Self proclaimed smartest man in the room
In reality a clueless reality TV hustler
Whose sell by date has expired
As he tries to make America great again
For white Christian men
The rest of the country struggles
To cope with the ever declining standard of living
The 1 percent loved the stock market
Love the dismantling of the regulatory state
The corporate tax cuts
and the coming plunder of the land
Can Disney Yellowstone be the future?
While the rest of the world
Embraces the energy of the future
And this great denier of the truth
Wants to boldly take America back
To the 19th century era of oil, and coal
Yet perhaps it does not matter in the end
As long as we have one another
The darkness will come
But it will go away someday soon
The great American nightmare will be over
This is what I pray for 2018
The end of the darkness
that consumes our land
Author notes
my thoughts on 2017
fake news
by Jake Aller on July 15, 2018. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
I
am
tired
T
I
R
E
R
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
P osturing 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
Author notes
I am tired of hearing the President talking about fake news all the time
fake calls
by Jake Aller on July 15, 2018. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
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…..
Author notes
tired of all the fake calls I get
fake God
by Jake Aller on July 15, 2018. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
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
Author notes
I am tired of the so called Christian right talking about how God how spoken to them. I seriously doubt that…..
the Bus – Travels Through America’s Underbelly
by Jake Aller on May 25, 2018. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
I am a bus rider
That makes me unusual
For a white male
From an upper-middle-class family
Our people are not bus riders
Though some are subway riders
Bus riders are other people
The poor, minorities, immigrants
People who don’t drive
Because they are blind
Or have a DUI
And in my case
I don’t drive
Because I have bad vision
And bad coordination
Just never got the hang
Of the whole driving thing
Fortunately for me
My wife does the driving
But I still take the bus
From time to time
I rode the AC buses in Berkeley
As a child
Line 67, line 51, line 43 F bus
Rode them long before BART came along
And afterwards as well
As an adult seldom rode the bus
But when I did so
I was always impressed
By the sheer diversity
Of the bus riding property
Hundreds of languages
All sorts of sexual orientation
Some were white
Most were not
Most of my fellow passengers
Were nice enough
Some were friendly
And some were lost
In their own thoughts
And a few
Were scary looking dudes
With the look
Of someone who had done time
And were capable of more violence
I also rode the bus
In Seattle as a graduate student
A lot of fellow UW students
And the usual immigrants
Minorities etc
And some white people
Commuting
And in DC
Over the years
I rode a lot of buses
Mostly to and from the metro
But I got to know
And love the DC buses as well
I also took the greyhound bus
Across the country
Several times over the years
All over the U.S.
From Bay Area to Stockton
From Bay Area to Clear Lake
From Bay area to NYC
NYC to DC
All over the USA
Taking the Greyhound
Was always an an adventure
Met a lot of interesting people
As people on long distant bus rides
Tend to open up and talk
To pass the time away
Overseas I took the bus
All over
In India, in Barbados
In Spain and in Korea
The Korean buses
For many years
Were difficult for foreign visitors
As the signs were all in Korean
Most have signs
Now in English, Chinese and Korean
And are much more foreigner friendly
Riding the bus
In America
Allows one access
To the underbelly of American society
The poor, the marginalized
The immigrant communities
That many middle class white people
Just never see
And for that reason
I am glad
That I am a bus rider
Author notes
companion piece to my hitchhiking piece submitted earlier. Love to hear your bus or hitchhiking stories check out my web page https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com for more jake poetry
when will this darkness end ?
by Jake Aller on May 25, 2018. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
When Will this Darkness End
As the darkness settles down on the land
All are consumed with evil
Foul deeds and endless darkness
I wonder if it will ever go away
Yes I wonder
If our great nightmare will ever end
Are we doomed
To live out the decline of America?
This is what I pray for 2018
The end of the darkness
The unleashed hatred
that consumes our land
Author notes
one of my dark poems about our current dark times for more see my blog https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com
Hitchiking Tales
by Jake Aller on May 25, 2018. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
April 30 In Search of America 1975 – Hitch hiking Tales
When I was young and foolish
Broke and stubborn
I hitchhiked across the USA
Started in Salt Lake City
Where my greyhound bus pass
Was stolen
The station manager
Could have helped me
But refused to do so
Threaten to call the cops
When I grabbed my bags Without the stolen tags
I said
Go ahead
But I am so out of here
Wondered about Salt Lake City
Went to a bar
Found I had to buy my booze
Next door
And they would mix it for me
Had to order food too
After a bloody Mary
And a burger
I walked about town
Saw the Mormon Temple
Finally about 3 pm
It was time to hit the road
Did not look back
Ended up in Cody Wyoming
Got a room shower
Steak beer
Using my rapidly depleted cash Spent 25 dollars
Money really went far
Back in those days
A band of professional
Communist agitators
Gave me a ride
To Des Moines
Lots of weed, booze
And politics later
Got off the road
Slept outside
Next day
A beautiful woman
Drove me to near Chicago
In a red mustang
Might have been
The girl in the song
Took it easy
Digging her vibe
She invited home
But was not sure
If her estranged husband
Would welcome me
So, I am being foolish
And inexperienced with women
Did not go to her place
And always regretted
That I had lost
My chance that day
Then on to Chicago
Several rides later
Visited friends
Hit the road again
A series of uneventful rides
With truckers
And others
And a week later
I ended in New York City
Slept along the way
In cars
In truck stops
In high way rest stops
Always moving
Always going
None stop talking
And lots of free weed
And beer
And conversation
One more memorable ride
Occurred outside Albany
On my return to Chicago
A middle age creepy looking man
Picked me up
In a brand-new Cadillac
He was he said a dynamite deliverer
For the Mafia
Went to various places
To blow up shit
He hated a lot of people
Particularly hippies from California
And Jewish people
Looking at me to confirm
That I was both
I told him that I lived in New York
And had never been to California
And although I might have looked Jewish
As I what was called back in the day
A “Jewfro”
I was not Jewish
Many years later I discovered
That I am indeed part Jewish
But then I did not know
And I felt a bit of strategic information
Might keep me alive
Then I realized that he was just jiving with me
And we relaxed
And he pulled out some weed
And beer
And we mellowed out
But I believe that he really was with the mob
Perhaps not a dynamite dealer
A real made Italian made mafia member
By Chicago
I had enough
I called my Dad
Told him what had happened
Wanted a ticket home
And he sent me a ticket
And 500 dollars
And I went home
I told him I would tell him
My tales some day
But never did
I learned so much
About my fellow Americans
And the strange vibe
That was 1975
And now it is too late
But I wanted to finally
Tell the world
Of my hitchhiking tales
In search of America 1975
Author notes
based on my true experiences hitchhiking in the 70’s and early 80 check out my web page https:/theworldaccordingtocosmos.co m for more details
Unhinged lunactic howling at the moon (revised)
by Jake Aller on May 25, 2018. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Unhinged Lunatic Howling at the Full Moon
On the night of the blood red super full moon
I sat in an evil, depraved godforsaken bar
Drinking drams of demented, fermented dream dew
Washed down by endless rounds of whiskey
rum, tequila, vodka, soju and of course beer
drinking with my buddies the Jack Daniels Gang
Drinking my way to Hell and beyond
Just as fast as I could
twenty damn drinks too sober
Just an unhinged lunatic
Dreaming of howling at the full moon
Watching the world walk by
Looking at all the fine-looking babes
Walking by the street
Thinking wild, erotic thoughts
Of endless wild libertine passions
When into the bar
That din of cosmic depravity
Walked the most beautiful women
In the Universe
So wild, so free
So wonderfully alive
I did not know what to do
As this vision of delight
Sauntered through the bar
In a skin-tight leather pant
Looked so fine
That my eyeballs hurt
And finally, I had to say something
So, I gathered up my manly courage
And walked up to her
And she looked at me
And instantly bewitched my soul
With a devilish grin
I lost all reason
And became a raving lunatic
Unhinged lunatic
Howling at the blood red full moon
Foaming at the mouth
A wild, free werewolf
Howling at the lunatic light
Of the blood red blue full Moon
Author notes
revised recently. one of several of my lunatic poems which can be found at my web page https://theworldacoordingtocosmos.com
snarling cup of coffee (lastest version)
by Jake Aller on May 25, 2018. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Snarling Cup of Coffee
I like to start my day with a hot cup of coffee
I pound down the coffee
First thing I do every day as the dawning sun
Lights up my lonesome room
Yeah, but not just a simple cup of java Joe, but a God damn snarling sarcastic smarmy cup of coffee
I mean, – we are talking about an alcoholic, all speed ahead, always hot, always fresh, always there when I need it, angry, attitude talk to the hand Ztude, bad, bad assed, beats breaking, beatnik, bluesy, bitter, bitchy, bombs away, capitalistic, caffeinated up the ass, cinematic, communistic, Colombian grown, Costa Rican inspired, Cowabunga to the max, crazy assed, devilishly angelic, divine, divinely inspired, dyslexic, epic, extreme vetting, evil eye, expensive, erotic vision inducing, Ethiopian coffee house brewed, euphoric, freaky, freazoid, foxy, Frenched kissed, French brewed, funkified, foxy lady, graphic, GOD in my coffee, with Allah, Ganesh, Jesus, Kali, Buddha, Christians, Durga, Hindus, Mohamed, Jesus and Mo and their friend, the cosmic bar maid, Sai Babai, Shiva, Taoists, Zoroastrians, drinking my god damned coffee in Hell; growling, gnarly, happy, hard as ice, Hawaian blessed, high as a kite, hippie, hip, hipster, hip hoppy, hot as hell yet strangely sweet as heaven, jazzy, jealous, Kerouac approved, kick ass, kick my god damn ass to Tuesday, kick down the doors and take no prisoners, grown in the Vietnam highlands by ex-Vietcong, Guatemalan grown, kiss ass, illegal in every state, imported from all over the god damn world, insane, lovely, loony, lonely, lonesome, malodorous mean old rotten, motherfucking, nasty, narcotic, never whatever, never meh, never cold, not approved by the CIA, not approved by DHS, not approved for human consumption by the FDA, not your daddy’s sissified corporate cup of coffee, NOT DECAFE coffee, not your Denny’s truck driver weak as brown water cup of fake coffee, not your establishment friendly cup of coffee, Not your FBI coffee, Not FAKE Herbal coffee substitute, but a real cup of coffee, not your farmer brothers dinner crap, not made in America for Americans, not safe for work, not your Starbucks average expensive overpriced crappy corporate chain cup of coffee, Not pretentious, Not White House approved, not State Department safe, nuclear, Not Patriotic, operatic, Peets’s coffee approved, paranoid, pornographic, psychotic, pontific, politically aware, rapping, rhyming, right here, right now in River city, rock and roll up the Yazoo, sad, sadistic, sarcastic, sassy, satanic, schizoid, shitting, silly, sexy, smarmy, smelly, smooth, snarky, snarling, stupid, stinking, sweet as honey, sweat inducing, symphonic, Trump can’t handle this coffee, vengeful, Wagnerian, wicked, with nutmeg and cinnamon swirls, with a hint of stevia, with a hint of vanilla, with a hint of rum, with a hint of whisky, with a hint of cherry, with a hint of fruit overtones, with a hint of drugs spicing up the coffee, spendific, speeding, splendid, superior accept no substitutes, survived the Vietnam war, the Iraq war, the Afghan war, the first and Second Korean war, World War 11, the war on poverty, the war on drugs, the war on black people, the sexual revolution, Soulful as a summer’s night in MOTOWN- James Brown approved, TOP approved, Berkeley approved, the coffee that Jimmy Hendrix drank before he died, the coffee that Elvis drank on his last breakfast, the coffee that Barry White crooned as he drank his cup of coffee – and the coffee that made the white boy play stand up and play that funky music, the coffee that made Jonny B Goode play his guitar, and made Jonny bet the devil his soul after he drank his morning cup of righteous coffee and the coffee that make the Rolling Stones Rock and Roll, the coffee your mother warned you against drinking, the coffee that Napoleon drank when he became the Emperor of all Europe, the Coffee that Beethoven drank when he wrote the Ninth symphony, the coffee that Mozart drank as he wrote his last symphony, the coffee that Lincoln drank before he was killed, the Hemingway drank before he killed himself, the coffee that started the 60’s, and ended the 20th century, the coffee that Lenin drank as he plotted revolution, the coffee that Hitler and Stalin drank with FDR as they divided up the world after World War 11, the cup that JFK drank before he was blown away, the coffee Jerry drinks while driving in cars with random celebrities and political figures, the coffee that Jon Stewart drinks before he goes on an epic take down of some foolish politico, the cup of Arabic coffee that Sadaam drank the day he was executed, the coffee that GW and Cheney drank when they bombed Baghdad, the Indian cup of coffee that Bid Laden drank before 9-11 and just before the seals blew his ass to hell, the cup of coffee that Tiger Woods drank with his mistresses while playing a 3, 000 dollar round of golf at Sandy Lane golf course in Barbados, the last legal drug that does what drugs should do, the cup of coffee that Obama drank when he became President, Vietnamese, Vienna brew, wacky, whimsical, Whisky Tango Foxtrot, wild, weird, wonderful, WOW, Yabba dabba doo! Yada Yada yada Zappa’s favorite cup of cosmic coffee, and Zorro’s last cup of coffee, Good to the last drop rolled into one simple cup of hot coffee
As I pound down that first cup of coffee
And fire up my synaptic nerve endings with endless supplies
Of caffeine induced neuron enhancing chemicals
I face the dawning day with trepidation and mind-numbing fear
I turn on the TV and watch the smarmy newscasters in their perfect hair
Lying through their teeth about the great success the government is having Following the great leader’s latest pronouncements
I want to scream and shoot the TV and run out side Shouting “Stop the world.
I want to get off this fucking crazy planet”
The earth does not care a whit about my attitude
It merely shrugs and moves around the Sun
In its appointed daily run
And I sit down
The madness dissipating a bit
And enjoy my second cup
Of heaven and hell
In my morning cup of Joe
Author notes
the latest version published on Creative Gremlins also can be found on my blog which is https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com
Walls that Divide Us
by Jake Aller on May 1, 2018. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
April 07th —
Mr. Trump
Please tear down this wall
Please open 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 06th –
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 lose our humanity
And we lose ourselves
As we hide in our walls
Hide in our bubbles
—
April 05th –
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 04, –
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
Author notes
these five poems could be considered as one longer poem, but I broke them down into five poems on the same theme, President’s Trump’s absurd obsession with building another Great Wall.
Siren’s song of doom
by Jake Aller on February 3, 2018. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
The quiet dying swan song
Arose out of the dismal swamp
Through the fog shrouded woodlands of Zara
Over the sweltering desserts of black tar
Heading rapidly nowhere at all
The quite sweat song of her mellifluous voice
Echoing through the canyons of my fear
Drawing me nearer and nearer
I cannot resist the siren’s haunting melody
Drawing me nearer and nearer to my doom
My old friend self-fear cries out
Time to escape while I can
Yet I cannot resist
I cannot escape
All I can do is listen
To the haunting enigmatic voices
Of the siren’s sweat and sour music
Blasting away my selfish fear
Naked, alone I stand
Proud in homage
To my own gods
Back in the swamp
Wandering forever
Until it seems I met you, yet again
Siren’s song of Doom
by Jake Aller on February 3, 2018. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
The quiet dying swan song
Arose out of the dismal swamp
Through the fog shrouded woodlands of Zara
Over the sweltering desserts of black tar
Heading rapidly nowhere at all
The quite sweat song of her mellifluous voice
Echoing through the canyons of my fear
Drawing me nearer and nearer
I cannot resist the siren’s haunting melody
Drawing me nearer and nearer to my doom
My old friend self-fear cries out
Time to escape while I can
Yet I cannot resist
I cannot escape
All I can do is listen
To the haunting enigmatic voices
Of the siren’s sweat and sour music
Blasting away my selfish fear
Naked, alone I stand
Proud in homage
To my own gods
Back in the swamp
Wandering forever
Until it seems I met you, yet again
The Market Rules Us All
by Jake Aller on February 3, 2018. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
The market rules all
We are nothing but products
The rights to us
Have long been sold
Bow down and worship
The all mighty market
Everything we do
Everything we see
Everything we are
Nothing but our personal brand
Nothing human left over
Nothing authentic left over
Nothing but lies
Fake news
nonsense
The world does not care one whit
About you and me
As people
It is all about the profits that can be made
By exploiting our labor
And once we are used up
We become a liability
And a burden
If you have not made it to the top
By age 55
You are a loser
And should be retired
Forced to live out your life
On your miserable pension
As you wait to die
No longer useful
To the Masters of the Universe
And true love
Nothing but an illusion
It is all about the sex, baby
And how getting your baby
Ahead at all costs
Who cares about love
It is all nothing
But a second-hand emotion
As the song puts it
Love is nothing but a sexual commodity
And we are all nothing but interchangeable
Commodities in the marriage and love market
And porno values rule the bedroom
As we are nothing more than used body parts
Who cares about friendship
It is all about how they can use you
And you can use them
To get ahead
True Love and genuine connections
Cannot survive
In this toxic soup
Of the modern materialist world
God and spirituality
Nothing but a scam
As our so call Christian Leaders
Proclaim their love for you
All they love is your donations
And they too are part of the market
Jesus if he ever comes back
Will no doubt
Be used to sell more goods
As the right to Jesus
Has also been sold
Love conquers hate
by Jake Aller on February 3, 2018. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
They say that love conquers hate
And that good always win in the end
But sometimes I wonder about hate
I always thought that my love
For my wife would last forever
Since I first met my love
Love at first sight
As the girl I was dreaming of for eight years
Flew into my life with such brilliant light
Our love burning as bright as a million stars
Consuming us both in its brilliant flame
As if our love were made of cosmic flames
transplanted from the farthest stars
But true love sometimes turns to true hate
And what was wonderful on that first date
becomes despicable over time
What was once cute on that first date
becomes disgusting as she become our mate
What was once love at first sight
Turns to darkness and resentment
And then full-blown hatred
And nothing but the darkest night
And the light of a million stars
Is replaced by a darkling night
That consumes one’s soul
I look at my wife every dawning day
And see that light is still burning bright
And the momentary darkness
And yes, potential hatred is kept at bay
By the brilliant rays of light
Hatred, resentments dispelled yet again
By the brilliance of our love
That the million suns of love
Are burning yet again
And I pray constantly
To all Gods on our mark
that our love continues constantly
And that our love will conquer the dark
worst year ever
by Jake Aller on February 3, 2018. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Worst Year Ever
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
As America’s foes and friends wonder
Has America gone mad
Turing over ultimate power to this man
A con man narcistic criminal
Self-proclaimed smartest man in the room
A clueless reality TV hustler
Whose sell by date has expired
As he tries to make America great again
For white Christian men
The rest of the country struggles
To cope with the ever-declining standard of living
The 1 percent loved the stock market
Love the dismantling of the regulatory state
The corporate tax cuts
and the coming plunder of the land
Can Disney Yellowstone be the future?
While the rest of the world
Embraces the energy of the future
And this great denier of the truth
Wants to boldly take America back
To the 19th century era of oil, and coal
Yet perhaps it does not matter in the end
If we have one another
The darkness will come
But it will go away someday soon
The great American nightmare will be over
This is what I pray for 2018
The end of the darkness
that consumes our land
casino thoughts
by Jake Aller on January 13, 2018. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Sitting in a casino of the damned
Somewhere on the Las Vegas Strip
Playing the slots
Watching the crowd go wild
Watching the machines watching me
Drinking the free drinks of the damned
20 drinks too sober
And the gamblers on the gaming tables
Gambling away their fortune
Throwing money away
In hopes of the payoff
That somehow never comes
The pure decadent spectacle
The fake this and fake that
Phony this phony that
False New York
Paris in Vegas
Venetian canals, Roman forum
MGM Grand Lions
All fake, all phony
All deliciously decadent
The noise
The scantily clad waitresses
The men ogling the women
The women ogling back at them
The scent of wild decadence
Bad craziness in the air
The music – the lounge music from hell
The constant sound
Of money exchanging hands
It all overwhelms me
And I must sit down
And drink my reality drink
Drink it down and dirty
As I continue
To feed the hungry, greedy machines
Made in a workshop in hell
No doubt with child or slave labor
Imported from the third world
All my money
Is sucked into it
These machines from hell
The beast from revelation appears
Stands revealed in his hideous glorious beauty
Conducting this mad scene
And I am consumed by the greed
And the frenzy takes over me
All I want
All I need
All I desire
Is one more chance
One more shot
I scream
At the utterly unfeeling monsters
That ate my money
And chewed up my soul
And I know
The worst drug of all
Is the gambling fever
The gold bugs
I would sell my soul
If I had one left
For a chance
At the jackpot of life
Instead, I am reduced
To a pathetic broken down loser
Watching the world and Elvis
Pass him by
Viva Las Vegas
Imperial God of the American Dream
Bitch Goddess of the American Nightmare
Author notes
published in former people journal
indian casinos
by Jake Aller on January 13, 2018. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Indian Casino Thoughts
Indian casinos seem to be everywhere
I have stopped off here and there
In rural enclaves across the land
The Indian casinos run by the mob
For the benefit of the tribes
The Indian’s revenge on the White man
For stealing their land
Is to steal their money
One gamble at a time
And make them pay
For the crimes they committed
Almost always have a welcome mat
To teach the ignorant visitor
Something about their lost culture
With words in the native languages
Words that would be illegal to have spoken
Not so long ago
As the genocide against the tribes
Was in full force
Nowhere worse than in Oregon
And northern California
Along the foggy coastal lands
Where the final solution
Almost worked
The survivors
Such as they are
Operate dismal dark depressing casinos
Here and there in the rural countryside
Along the coast
And in the hinterlands here and there
Most barely making any money
There are so many gambling joints
Across the land
And the Indians are being screwed
Out of their gambling riches
By the big gaming consortiums
That run the casinos
In the reservations
And across the land
And I wonder
Just how much money
Have these Indian casinos
Stolen from the elderly pensioners
And other fools that flock to their premises
Their neighbors in these small towns
Where the Indian casino is the only joint open
For business
Author notes
published former people journal
snarling cup of coffee revised
by Jake Aller on January 13, 2018. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
I like to start my day with a hot cup of coffee
I pound down the coffee
First thing I do every day as the dawning sun
Lights up my lonesome room
Yeah, but not just a simple cup of java Joe, but a God damn snarling sarcastic smarmy cup of coffee
I mean, – we are talking about an alcoholic, all speed ahead, always hot, always fresh, always there when I need it, angry, attitude talk to the hand Ztude, bad, bad assed, beats breaking, beatnik, bluesy, bitter, bitchy, bombs away, capitalistic, caffeinated up the ass, cinematic, communistic, Colombian grown, Costa Rican inspired, Cowabunga to the max, crazy assed, devilishly angelic, divine, divinely inspired, dyslexic, epic, extreme vetting, evil eye, expensive, erotic vision inducing, Ethiopian coffee house brewed, euphoric, freaky, freazoid, foxy, Frenched kissed, French brewed, funkified, foxy lady, graphic, GOD in my coffee, with Allah, Ganesh, Jesus, Kali, Buddha, Christians, Durga, Hindus, Mohamed, Jesus and Mo and their friend, the cosmic bar maid, Sai Babai, Shiva, Taoists, Zoroastrians, drinking my god damned coffee in Hell; growling, gnarly, happy, hard as ice, Hawaian blessed, high as a kite, hippie, hip, hipster, hip hoppy, hot as hell yet strangely sweet as heaven, jazzy, jealous, Kerouac approved, kick ass, kick my god damn ass to Tuesday, kick down the doors and take no prisoners, grown in the Vietnam highlands by ex-Vietcong, Guatemalan grown, kiss ass, illegal in every state, imported from all over the god damn world, insane, lovely, loony, lonely, lonesome, malodorous mean old rotten, motherfucking, nasty, narcotic, never whatever, never meh, never cold, not approved by the CIA, not approved by DHS, not approved for human consumption by the FDA, not your daddy’s sissified corporate cup of coffee, NOT DECAFE coffee, not your Denny’s truck driver weak as brown water cup of fake coffee, not your establishment friendly cup of coffee, Not your FBI coffee, Not FAKE Herbal coffee substitute, but a real cup of coffee, not your farmer brothers dinner crap, not made in America for Americans, not safe for work, not your Starbucks average expensive overpriced crappy corporate chain cup of coffee, Not pretentious, Not White House approved, not State Department safe, nuclear, Not Patriotic, operatic, Peets’s coffee approved, paranoid, pornographic, psychotic, pontific, politically aware, rapping, rhyming, right here, right now in River city, rock and roll up the Yazoo, sad, sadistic, sarcastic, sassy, satanic, schizoid, shitting, silly, sexy, smarmy, smelly, smooth, snarky, snarling, stupid, stinking, sweet as honey, sweat inducing, symphonic, Trump can’t handle this coffee, vengeful, Wagnerian, wicked, with nutmeg and cinnamon swirls, with a hint of stevia, with a hint of vanilla, with a hint of rum, with a hint of whisky, with a hint of cherry, with a hint of fruit overtones, with a hint of drugs spicing up the coffee, spendific, speeding, splendid, superior accept no substitutes, survived the Vietnam war, the Iraq war, the Afghan war, the first and Second Korean war, World War 11, the war on poverty, the war on drugs, the war on black people, the sexual revolution, Soulful as a summer’s night in MOTOWN- James Brown approved, TOP approved, Berkeley approved, the coffee that Jimmy Hendrix drank before he died, the coffee that Elvis drank on his last breakfast, the coffee that Barry White crooned as he drank his cup of coffee – and the coffee that made the white boy play stand up and play that funky music, the coffee that made Jonny B Goode play his guitar, and made Jonny bet the devil his soul after he drank his morning cup of righteous coffee and the coffee that make the Rolling Stones Rock and Roll, the coffee your mother warned you against drinking, the coffee that Napoleon drank when he became the Emperor of all Europe, the Coffee that Beethoven drank when he wrote the Ninth symphony, the coffee that Mozart drank as he wrote his last symphony, the coffee that Lincoln drank before he was killed, the Hemingway drank before he killed himself, the coffee that started the 60’s, and ended the 20th century, the coffee that Lenin drank as he plotted revolution, the coffee that Hitler and Stalin drank with FDR as they divided up the world after World War 11, the cup that JFK drank before he was blown away, the coffee Jerry drinks while driving in cars with random celebrities and political figures, the coffee that Jon Stewart drinks before he goes on an epic take down of some foolish politico, the cup of Arabic coffee that Sadaam drank the day he was executed, the coffee that GW and Cheney drank when they bombed Baghdad, the Indian cup of coffee that Bid Laden drank before 9-11 and just before the seals blew his ass to hell, the cup of coffee that Tiger Woods drank with his mistresses while playing a 3, 000 dollar round of golf at Sandy Lane golf course in Barbados, the last legal drug that does what drugs should do, the cup of coffee that Obama drank when he became President, Vietnamese, Vienna brew, wacky, whimsical, Whisky Tango Foxtrot, wild, weird, wonderful, WOW, Yabba dabba doo! Yada Yada yada Zappa’s favorite cup of cosmic coffee, and Zorro’s last cup of coffee, Good to the last drop rolled into one simple cup of hot coffee
As I pound down that first cup of coffee
And fire up my synaptic nerve endings with endless supplies
Of caffeine induced neuron enhancing chemicals
I face the dawning day with trepidation and mind-numbing fear
I turn on the TV and watch the smarmy newscasters in their perfect hair
Lying through their teeth about the great success the government is having Following the great leader’s latest pronouncements
I want to scream and shoot the TV and run out side Shouting “Stop the world.
I want to get off this fucking crazy planet”
The earth does not care a whit about my attitude
It merely shrugs and moves around the Sun
In its appointed daily run
And I sit down
The madness dissipating a bit
And enjoy my second cup
Of heaven and hell
In my morning cup of Joe
Author notes
revised recently
New Year Visit to the Oregon Coast
by Jake Aller on January 13, 2018. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
The end of the year
We drove to Bookings on the Oregon Coast
We had a pleasant drive through the mystic fog shrouded Redwoods.
The gathering gloom of the dark woods foretold my dismal mood
Slept soundly to the sound of the ocean.
The super moon light filled
the beach outside our window
with an eerie light all night long.
As we slept people walked the beach
Enjoying the full moon
And the unusually warm weather
Setting off fireworks at midnight
In the morning I went for a nice walk along the beach
and thought about the year that was.
As the waves pounded the shore
I was filled with calmness
Enjoying the morning calm
And the unusually warm weather
Thinking that the storm is coming
That perhaps we are in the end of our days
With the political storms threatening us all
Yet the ocean reminded me
This too will pass
And we will endure
Until the end of our time
On earth
The ocean waves soothed my soul
And I prepared to drive back through the mystic redwoods
Back to my home
And the peaceful ocean waves
Reminded me
the end of my life
Comes closer to my door
Author notes
published in former people journal
snarling cup of coffee
by Jake Aller on November 17, 2017. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Snarling Sarcastic Cup of Coffee
I like to start my day with a hot cup of coffee
I pound down the coffee
First thing I do every day as the dawning sun
Lights up my lonesome room
Yeah, but not just a simple cup of java Joe, but a God damn snarling sarcastic smarmy cup of coffee
I mean, – we are talking about an alcoholic, all speed ahead, always hot, always fresh, always there when I need it, angry, attitude talk to the hand Ztude, bad, bad assed, beats breaking, beatnik, bluesy, bitter, bitchy, bombs away, capitalistic, caffeinated up the ass, cinematic, communistic, Colombian grown, Costa Rican inspired, Cowabunga to the max, crazy assed, devilishly angelic, divine, divinely inspired, dyslexic, epic, extreme vetting, evil eye, expensive, erotic vision inducing, Ethiopian coffee house brewed, euphoric, freaky, freazoid, foxy, Frenched kissed, French brewed, funkified, foxy lady, graphic, GOD in my coffee, with Allah, Ganesh, Jesus, Kali, Buddha, Christians, Durga, Hindus, Mohamed, Jesus and Mo and their friend, the cosmic bar maid, Sai Babai, Shiva, Taoists, Zoroastrians, drinking my god damned coffee in Hell; growling, gnarly, happy, hard as ice, Hawaian blessed, high as a kite, hippie, hip, hipster, hip hoppy, hot as hell yet strangely sweet as heaven, jazzy, jealous, Kerouac approved, kick ass, kick my god damn ass to Tuesday, kick down the doors and take no prisoners, grown in the Vietnam highlands by ex Vietcong, Guatemalan grown, kiss ass, illegal in every state, imported from all over the god damn world, insane, lovely, loony, lonely, lonesome, malodorous mean old rotten, motherfucking, nasty, narcotic, never whatever, never meh, never cold, not approved by the CIA, not approved by DHS, not approved for human consumption by the FDA, not your daddy’s sissified corporate cup of coffee, NOT DECAFE coffee, not your Denny’s truck driver weak as brown water cup of fake coffee, not your establishment friendly cup of coffee, Not your FBI coffee, Not FAKE Herbal coffee substitute, but a real cup of coffee, not your farmer brothers dinner crap, not made in America for Americans, not safe for work, not your Starbucks average expensive overpriced crappy corporate chain cup of coffee, Not pretentious, Not White House approved, not State Department safe, nuclear, Not Patriotic, operatic, Peets’s coffee approved, paranoid, pornographic, psychotic, pontific, politically aware, rapping, rhyming, right here, right now in River city, rock and roll up the Yazoo, sad, sadistic, sarcastic, sassy, satanic, schizoid, shitting, silly, sexy, smarmy, smelly, smooth, snarky, snarling, stupid, stinking, sweet as honey, sweat inducing, symphonic, Trump can’t handle this coffee, vengeful, Wagnerian, wicked, with nutmeg and cinnamon swirls, with a hint of stevia, with a hint of vanilla, with a hint of rum, with a hint of whisky, with a hint of cherry, with a hint of fruit overtones, with a hint of drugs spicing up the coffee, spendific, speeding, splendid, superior accept no substitutes, survived the Vietnam war,
Soulful as a summer’s night in MOTOWN- James Brown approved, TOP approved, Berkeley approved, the coffee that Jimmy Hendrix drank before he died, the coffee that Elvis drank on his last breakfast, the coffee that Barry White crooned as he drank his cup of coffee – and the coffee that made the white boy play stand up and play that funky music, the coffee that made Jonny B Goode play his guitar, and made Jonny bet the devil his soul after he drank his morning cup of righteous coffee and the coffee that make the Rolling Stones Rock and Roll
– the coffee your mother warned you against drinking, the coffee that Napoleon drank when he became the Emperor of all Europe, the Coffee that Beethoven drank when he wrote the Ninth symphony, the coffee that Mozart drank as he wrote his last symphony, the coffee that Lincoln drank before he was killed, the Hemingway drank before he killed himself, the coffee that started the 60’s, and ended the 20th century, the coffee that Lenin drank as he plotted revolution, the coffee that Hitler and Stalin drank with FDR as they divided up the world after World War 11, the cup that JFK drank before he was blown away, the coffee Jerry drinks while driving in cars with random celebrities and political figures, the coffee that Jon Stewart drinks before he goes on an epic take down of some foolish politico, the cup of Arabic coffee that Sadaam drank the day he was executed, the coffee that GW and Cheney drank when they bombed Baghdad, the Indian cup of coffee that Bid Laden drank before 9-11 and just before the seals blew his ass to hell, the cup of coffee that Tiger Woods drank with his mistresses while playing a 3, 000 dollar round of golf at Sandy Lane golf course in Barbados, the last legal drug that does what drugs should do, the cup of coffee that Obama drank when he became President, Vietnamese, Vienna brew, wacky, whimsical, Whisky Tango Foxtrot, wild, weird, wonderful, WOW, Yabba dabba doo! Yada Yada yada Zappa’s favorite cup of cosmic coffee, and Zorro’s last cup of coffee,
Good to the last drop rolled into one simple cup of hot coffee
As I pound down that first cup of coffee
And fire up my synaptic nerve endings with endless supplies
Of caffeine induced neuron enhancing chemicals
I face the dawning day with trepidation and mind-numbing fear
I turn on the TV and watch the smarmy newscasters in their perfect hair
Lying through their teeth about the great success the government is having
Following the great leader’s latest pronouncements
I want to scream and shoot the TV
And run out side
Shouting
“Stop the world.
I want to get off this fucking crazy planet”
The earth does not care a whit about my attitude
It merely shrugs and moves around the Sun
In its appointed daily run
And I sit down
The madness dissipating a bit
And enjoy my second cup
Of heaven and hell
In my morning cup of Joe
This is an extensively revised version of an earlier version “Snarling Sarcastic coffee” Published in Fictional Café, Creativity Webzine, and Eskimo Pie and elsewhere
Author notes
one of my first published poems, revamped.
Kill the 20th Century
by Jake Aller on November 17, 2017. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
CNN Proclaims itself the Millennium network.
ABCNBCCBSFOXPACCNBCMSNBMS.COMAOLYAH OOEXCITEGOOGLEKTIMESBLOOMBERG
All blend together in my mind
Shoot the bastard! Kill it! Keep the 20th century dead!
Nonstop Millennium madness
Coming at me a million thoughts a second
The future is coming,
It is coming
It is here
It is now history
Shoot the bastard! Kill it! Keep the 20th century dead!
And so I woke up screaming
Too much hype
As I turn to the greatest philosophers
The 20th century ever produced
The Three Stooges come to the rescue
Certainty! Come the answer
None of us get out alive says
Bugs Bunny the first Y2K bug
And Charlie Brown,
Poor old Charlie brown is retired
From the baseball mound of life
Replaced by DOGBERT/CATBERT AND RATBERT
And Dilbert himself
Shoot the bastard! Kill it! Keep the 20th century dead!
And again I say to myself
How to remember
The last 100 years
The late, great 20th Century
Shoot the bastard! Kill it! Keep the 20th century dead!
I loved the 20th Century
Let me count the ways
The beginning of the century
While the war to end all wars occurred,
The quiet slaughter of the Armenians took place
Unnoticed by anyone
Who cared about them anyway?
Where is Armenia?
Somewhere near Fresno?
Why would anyone want to live in Fresno?
Shoot the bastard! Kill it! Keep the 20th century dead!
Lenin returned to Russia
Financed they say by the evil capitalists
Conspiracy
To destroy capitalism
In order to save it
Lenin destroyed the old Russia
Ancient, terrible, conservative
Brutal, yet capable of sublime beauty
And replaced it
With an inefficient, gray soulless
Bureaucracy of death, statistics and lies
Shoot the bastard! Kill it! Keep the 20th century dead!
Russia remains a broken down drunk
Dreaming of great dreams
One day one day soon!
China, Great China
Raped, beaten, divided up into dueling
Spheres of influence
Warlords emerged
Communism trumped
Outlawed the old
Replaced it with the new
Ended up becoming the old
The Red Empire rose in the East
Shoot the bastard! Kill it! Keep the 20th century dead!
Hitler unites the Germans
Starts the 1000 year Third Reich
It lasts a few years
Before Stalin starts the next round
Of the endless great game
Of global chess
Shoot the bastard! Kill it! Keep the 20th century dead!
Tokyo took over the east
Defeated in war
Reemerging decades later
To challenge
Shoot the bastard! Kill it! Keep the 20th century dead!
The Great Satan
Does not know he is the great Satan
Thinks he is the Great Pumpkin
Thinks the world loves him
For his money
The world does not care
All they want is to be shown
The money
Shoot the bastard! Kill it! Keep the 20th century dead!
The evil dance
Continues and continues
Money, Money
Rules the world
Art, beauty, love
All of sale to the highest bidder
The poor suffer
Some get bought
Others get sold
Some blow things up
Just for fun
Shoot the bastard! Kill it! Keep the 20th century dead!
And the world turns
Does not care
The world turns and turns
And turns
While these foolish creatures
Rant and rave and kill and live
And die
God acts as if he has run away
From the horrid hell that he has wrought
Perhaps he has
Perhaps the End times have come and gone
But we don’t know it.
Shoot the bastard! Kill it! Keep the 20th century dead!
Each day another 100 million people
Are born to someday die
Meanwhile
Their shit accumulates
And pollutes and kills
And the world spins on and on
Around the Sun
And so the 20th century ends
As it began
Great illusions abound
The new economy
Endless prosperity
Endless happiness
End of history
And other nonsense
Fills the airwaves
Shoot the bastard! Kill it! Keep the 20th century dead!
And somewhere
Another HITLERSTALINEMAO stands
Ready to overthrow the world
To create a new paradise on earth
And hell for everyone who has to live in it
Big Brother watches us all
For profit
Governments merely tools
Of the Big Corporate Giants
Who rule the world now
Shoot the bastard! Kill it! Keep the 20th century dead!
And like the Giant dinosaurs
One day will be overthrown
And to that end I finally say
Good riddance to the 20th Century
Quick shoot it put it out of its misery.
Destroy the beast
Before it wakes up and destroys us
The 21st Century emerges
From the dust of the destruction of the old older
Perhaps wiser
Perhaps better
More like more of the same old stench of hell
As the world turns
And turns and turns
Spinning around the Sun
In the darkest deep despair
Of Hell on earth
Shoot the bastard! Kill it! Keep the 20th century dead!
With that thought
I turn off CNN
And turn to the Three Stooges and ask
Again
What does it mean?
Curly says Certainty
And with that I wake up
Face the sun
And say
21st Century
I am glad you are here
Please shoot the last century
And start a new
And only laugher
Comes across the Internet
The laughter of the insane
The world spins and spins and spins
It’s crazy way through hell
And we live and die and hope and dream
And pray to our gods for deliverance
From evil
The gods laugh and laugh and play on
Who cares what happens to the little people?
Shoot the bastard! Kill it! Keep the 20th century dead!
Someday
Someone will show the gods
What happens when the little people
Wake up
And destroy the world
In order to save it!
The world shrugs and spins and spins and spins
And CNN ABCNBCCBSFOXPACCNBCMSNBMS.COMAOLYAH OOEXCITEKTTIMESBLOOMBERGCNBCGOOGLE
Blather on and on and on and on
Shoot the bastard! Kill it! Keep the 20th century dead!
Author notes
published in Scarlet Leaf Review
The Truth Does Not Make Sense
by Jake Aller on November 17, 2017. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
One morning
I got up
Hungry
For something
I knew not what
I made breakfast
Drank some snarling coffee
And turned on the news
And what did I see
Talking heads
Sprouting lies
Nonsense words
Gibberish
Nightmarish phrases
Nothing makes sense
Politicians
Sporting forth
Spinners spinning spin
Huskers hustling their hustle
Selling me a bunch of goods
And I did not want to buy it
I scream
My soul was not for sale
And I listened hard
Looking for the truth
Noting but lies
Coming out of hideous beasts
Barking words
Noise some noises and lies
Snarling disgusting lies
I sit there
Transfigured
Hypnotized by the overwhelming
Stench of the bull shit
Coming out of the TV set
I stood up
Smashed the TV set
With my boot
Trying to set myself free
From its hold on me
Men in black suits
Surround me
Put me on black helicopters
Taking me somewhere
I scream to no avail
No one listens to me
Just more noise
Coming out of the TV set
And I go out
Into the dark night
I was told
I was suffering
From a disease
I was insane
I could not longer
Understand
What was being said
To me
I asked my tormentors
What is the truth
They laugh
Smiled with evil grins
On their bloated faces
They begin to torture me
Because they could
Forcing me to watch
The President speak
Over and over again
Again and again
The same words
Black is white
White is black
The President is always right
Freedom is an illusion
Lies make you free
And it dawned on me
And I laughed
As I escaped the programming
Of the universe
And I was free
Truth and lies
Are the same
Everything are nothing
But dangerous delusions
As I jump out of the window
Into the night
I vowed I would
See the President
In hell
As I die
I am free
Good God almighty
Free of their lies
At last
Author notes
published in scarlet leaf review
End TImes Approaching
by Jake Aller on November 17, 2017. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
END TIMES APPROACHING
Early in the morning light
While I was getting ready
For the dawning day
I looked in the mirror
And saw
Staring back at me
A stranger
An old man
Weary of life
And weary of game of life
The old man stared at me
And I realized
That is who I had become
The aches and pain of old age
Have begun to creep up on me
Unannounced, unwanted
I have been desperate
Like many middle aged Men
To relive the glory days
Of their youth
And I find myself
Wanting more and more
And liking it less and less
And I weary of the chase
Weary of the game of life
Wondering to myself
Is this it
Is this all that there is
Will my life end this way?
Nothing but fading memories
Regrets at what might have been
Sorrows for all the disappointment
And hurts I have caused in my life
And so I stare at this old man
In the mirror on the wall
And I wonder
What is left in life for me?
What more can I achieve
Will I finish all the stories?
In my heart and soul
Will I write the Great American Novel?
Or will that remain a mere pipe dream
Will I publish my 10 thousand poems?
Or will that too become nothing
But delusions
Will I end my career?
Disappointed
Having been passed up
By my peers
Not having measured up
To the competition of life
Always doomed
To be second rate
And I fear
I fear
The approaching end
I know it is coming
Death is waiting for me
As it waits for all of us
And I know I do not have much time
Left in this world of ours
Perhaps a few decades
Perhaps a few years
God forbid a few months or so
And in that time
I have only a little time
To set things right
In life
To cast off my foolish ways
To become the man, I should have been
To finish the stories in my soul
To tell the world the novels and stories
To write down all my dreams
To publish my 10 thousand poems
To try to make a difference
With every day
In every way
God has given me a second
Chance
I have cheated old man death
15 times
And what have I done with that second chance
Not much
Wasted so much of my time
And my life
And so I stare at the old man
In the mirror
And all I want to do
Is cry away
The hurt the pain
And wonder
Where did it all go
And when I die
Will my life
Have had any meaning at all
Or will people remember me at all
As my dust flies off into space
Will my Life
Have made any difference whatsoever
Or will I be just another
Foolish mortal
With big dreams
That turned out to be nothing
But delusions
The answer is out there
But do I have the courage
To seek the truth
Do I have the courage?
To keep up the fight
Or will I become old
Resigned, living in the past
Waiting for Mr. death too come
Knocking on my door
And when I see the judgment day
Will I be found wanting
Will I be judged defective?
Will I be condemned
For all that I failed to accomplish
And with these somber thoughts
I end my morning ritual
Ready to go face
Another dismal day
Another day of disappointment
And day waiting for the end game
To begin
Enough no more
I scream
It is not fair
My youth is gone
And I fear the approaching
Sounds of the end game
Author notes
published in Scarlet Leaf Review
Trump Our Great Compassionate Leader
by Jake Aller on November 17, 2017. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Trump Our Great Compassionate Leader
Quote the Donald Trump
Our Great compassionate Leader
Our Dear Leader, our Great Leader
“Its disgusting to watch”
As an elderly man falls down
In front of him hitting his head
And bleeding all over the nice marble floor
During a charity dinner event
At Margo Largo back in 2008
And our compassionate leader’s first reaction
Is to turn away not wanting to get the blood
On his tuxedo or dirty his shoes
Quote the Donald,
“It is disgusting – The guy was bleeding
all over the nice marble floor,
I couldn’t, you know,
he was right in front of me
and I turned away.
I didn’t want to touch him… he’s bleeding all over the place,
I felt terrible. You know, beautiful marble floor,
didn’t look like it. It changed color.
Became very red.
And you have this poor guy, 80 years old,
laying on the floor unconscious,
and all the rich people are turning away.
‘Oh my God! This is terrible!
This is disgusting!’
and you know, they’re turning away.
Nobody wants to help the guy.
His wife is screaming–
she’s sitting right next to him,
and she’s screaming.”
And Donald the compassionate one
Donald Trump the savior of humanity
The greatest most compassionate person
In the country
Could not bother to lift a finger
To help this elderly man
Who could have died
Instead he waited
For some Marines
To come in and take him away
Thinking to himself
Thank God for the marines
They took out the garbage
But left a mess on the nice marble floor
And ruined their nice uniforms
And disrupted a fine dinner
So did Donald do the right thing
The compassion thing
The human thing to do
Or course not
For Donald is nothing
But a con artist, a Classic sociopathic bully
More concerned about the nice marble floor
Than the death of fellow human being
Did he call the grieving family the next day
Did he even know the man’s name?
The man must have paid a lot of money
To be there near the head table
Must have been someone
But to Donald he was a pathetic looser
An old man who happened to fall down
And possibly die ruining his great event
Quote the Donald
“I forgot to call the family
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 wake up
And force Donald Trump
The great leader
The dear leader of our country
Out the door
And take out the garbage
From the WH
Time will tell
Time will tell
In any event
To quote the Donald
“It is disgusting. Just disgusting.”
Based on following article
In a 2008 interview with Howard Stern, Donald Trump tells the quintessential Donald Trump story, which took place at Mar-a-Lago during the occasion of a $100, 000 per table charity event when an elderly man fell off the stage and sustained a serious head wound — and Trump did nothing but blanch and turn away “in disgust” — as he puts it. Daily Beast:
“So what happens is, this guy falls off right on his face, hits his head, and I thought he died. And you know what I did? I said, ‘Oh my God, that’s disgusting,’ and I turned away,” said Trump. “”
PREVIOUSLY PUBLISHED ON POETRY 24
Author notes
published in Scarlet Leaf review and in Poetry24
dental blues
by Jake Aller on November 17, 2017. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
I have the dentist blues
I have them bad
Have to go to the dentist
For my twice yearly torture session
In order to save my remaining teeth
I must endure the never ending pain
I have the dentist blues
I have them bad
I must have known over 100 dentists
During my 61 years around the sun
Some were good, some were great
A few became friends
A few became enemies
All became richer
From fixing my crooked no good
very bad misbehaving evil teeth
I have the dentist blues
I have them bad
All tortured me
Saying it was for my own good
To save my crooked wicked teeth
My teeth are bad
Wicked, misbehaving
Rotten to the core
And always have
I have the dentist blues
I have them bad
I tried orthodontic braces
As a child
Gave it up as an adult
Did everything except implants
So many crowns
So many root canals
So many pulled teeth
And partial dentures to boot
So much dental work
My teeth are gold plated
Monuments to the dental artistry
I have the dentist blues
I have them bad
A few dentists were exceptionally good
A few exceptionally bad
A few were crooks by and by
I have the dentist blues
I have them bad
My current dentist is good
He keeps the chit chat down
Does not lecture me on his political views
Imagine having a dentist praise GW Bush
Or Trump taking your forced silence
As acceptance of his right wing views
Imagine a dentist talking endlessly
About her children’s latest escapade
While drilling away
Assuming you cared
When all you wanted
Was to end the torture
I have the dentist blues
I have them bad
And imagine a sexy dentist
Or hygienist working away
As you think of her in bed
And can’t get that thought
Out of your head
As they drill and poke
I have the dentist blues
I have them bad
Yes I have a love-hate relationship
With dentists
Can’t stand them
Can’t stand the pain
But they save my teeth
And save my smile
And so I forgive them
One and all
I have the dentist blues
I have them bad
Author notes
my thoughts on visiting the dental
cosmic dog from Goa
by Jake Aller on November 17, 2017. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
My final time with God
Happened a year latter
I was staying down in Goa
With my wife
Enjoying being with her
After our reconciliation
We stayed at the Taj Mahal Goa
Living like Kings and Queen
Just for a few days
High up on a hill
Overlooking the beach
Every morning I went down to the beach
And did yoga by the water
While contemplating life
And every morning
I saw the same dog
Not just a dog
But a cosmic dog
Filled with the divine spark of God
And the dog recognized me
And spoke to me and I knew
That God was present once more
In the face of the that cosmic dog
Kindred spirit
perhaps to the cosmic cat
that had save my soul
in Berkeley so long ago
I told the dog everything
And he just looked at me
With those soulful eyes of his
And I knew he knew that I knew
That he was possessed by God
God had sent him to me
To make sure that I was on the right path
That the reconciliation that God had promoted
Was on track that I was back with my wife
And that everything was the way it should be
Again I asked God whether he was Jesus or Allah
Or Brahmin or Ganesh or Buddha
God the cosmic dog just stared at me
I finally asked him directly
Say if you are God the God of Jesus
Bark once
The Dog looked at me and barked
I said well if you are Allah bark twice
The dog barked twice
Well are you buddha then bark three times if yes
The god dog barked three times
Hmm well are you Satan
The dog growled at me
And I knew I had gone too far
Finally I was at peace
And for the next three days
The God Dog was my constant companion
And I knew God for the final time
In my life
cosmic cat from Berkeley
by Jake Aller on November 17, 2017. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
I next encountered the divine
Many years later in Berkeley, California
I had gone home to be with my Mother
While taking leave from my job
in the Foreign Service
I had two weeks there by myself
My wife came later
near the end of the trip
Every morning I woke up
Had my coffee, and breakfast
Did yoga while listening to music
And looking out at the garden
Then spoke to my mother
Who was sliding into dementia
Day by day losing her reason
Then I would go out
And explore the city
Go to a museum
Go to one neighborhood
And just be there
Rediscovering the Bay area
After years of being away
Having dinner with old friends
Seeing movies etc
Every morning a black cat came to visit
The cat was friendly and waited for me
And then would join me in my morning rambles
Following me to the bus stop
I stated talking to the black cat
He looked at me with the spark of divinity
In his dark eyes
I called him the cosmic cat
He seemed to like that
He would look at me
And I opened up to me
Told the cat all my dark secrets
As I walked the streets
Of the old neighborhood
Every morning and every evening the cat
Would be there to greet me
And to carry out our endless conversation
Then I had to leave
And in our final conversation
I asked the cosmic cat
Say, Cat are you just a cat
Or are you a demonic cat
Are you possessed by God
Or by Satan
The cat looked at me
And I realized that God
Was indeed residing in the cat
But that god was residing everywhere
All I had to do was open my mind
And the rest would follow
So I said Good bye to the cosmic cat
And he purred and came up to me
And I felt the comforting presence
Of the divine spirit of God
As I said goodbye to the cosmic cat
And said goodbye to my mother
As this was the last time
That we would be able to really talk
I told my mother about the cosmic cat
She smiled and said that the cat
was there for me and her
to comfort us both in our hour of need
and that the cat was indeed
a cosmic cat
Author notes
published in Scarlet Leaf review November 2017
meeting god in a lake
by Jake Aller on November 17, 2017. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
In my 61 years around the sun
I encountered God four times
At least I thought it was God
But could never be sure
The first time I met God
I had taken magic mushrooms
And had gone to a lake
And soon was tripping inside my head
Lost in inner space
Zoning out tuning in
Dropping down the proverbial rabbit hole
And then in the middle of my madness
I felt oneness with the universe
My body melted away
And I joined the universe
All bonderies dropped away
And I knew that the universe
Was alive and I was part of the Cosmos
And the Cosmos was part of me
And I wondered at that moment
If I was face to face with God
I asked God to reveal himself to me
And nothing happened
Just laughter as the whole universe
Burst into laughter
And the madness began to fade
And I slowly came down from the high
And became aware of myself
And I was no longer one
With the universe
I felt profoundly moved by the experience
Felt that I had achieved perhaps nirvana
Or felt the presence of God
The feeling faded over time
And I resume my quest to find God
But knew that I would never again
Come so close to the divine essence
Of the very Universe
Author notes
published in Scarlet Leaf Review November 2017 true story of my encounter with the divine
Because of You I am in a Seattle Kind of Mood
by Jake Aller on October 26, 2017. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Because of you, I’m in a Seattle kind of mood
When I look out my window
And see the rain drops gently falling all around
And I feel that special Seattle kind of chill
In my bones
I think of you with a Seattle kind of mood
In the morning
Wherever I am in this crazy world if I see raindrops
Gently falling all around
Blue mood dissolves in the rain’s gentle mist
And I cry out with all my heart
Because of you
I am in a Seattle kind of mood
As I walk down the street
In distant foreign lands
Whether I am in Bangkok, Taipei, Tokyo or Seoul
New York, Moscow, Rome or San Francisco
Whether I am in India, China, Thailand or Europe
Whenever I feel the rain’s gentle embrace
I get into that Seattle kind of mood
Seattle, a Seattle kind of mood
Fresh Salmon sizzling over a hickory smoke fire
Ivar’s clam chowder
And Red Hook Ale Pike place market
Bums in Pioneer square
And angry hippies preaching in Red Square
Yuppies drinking downtown
Geeks in Redmond
Making the world safe
For the Microsoft King
And the Mariners loose again
While the Huskies dream of Rose Bowls too come
And ever where rain falling down
oh yeah
A Seatt1e kind of mood
Because of you
I get into that Seattle kind of mood
In the morning
As I fight the horrendous traffic
And breathe in deadly, killer air
I cough, cough, and remember
The green, green air of Seattle
And because of you,
I get into that Seattle kind of mood
Seattle, Seattle, kind of mood
The Huskies are number one in my heart
While the Mariners are always last in the nation
But what the hell
I’m in a Seattle kind of mood
I sit in the International District
Eating Dim Sum and drinking Ballad bitter
Watching the crowds dodge the ever present rain drops
Seattle Kind of mood
As I wake up each day in crazy foreign lands
I hear the falling raindrops calling me home
Oh why did you leave me they cry out
In a Seattle sort of voice
Whispering in the gently falling rain
Seattle, Seattle kind of mood
And so my Dear
Wherever I roam in this wide planet of ours
From here to entreaty
And beyond
All the way to the red plains of Mars
Whenever I hear the gentle patter of raindrops
I’ll get into that Seattle kind of mood
And dream of spending eternity with you
Watching the Seattle rain
Gently falling on our bumbershoots
As we walk down the beach hand in hand
Digging the gooey ducks while drinking Rainier Ale
All because of you
I’ll always be in the Seattle kind of mood
Author notes
spent four years in Seattle doing graduate school in the 1980’s hated the rains though and the winter
august moods
by Jake Aller on October 26, 2017. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
In the frosted early morning pink sky dawn
I often awake, and yawn
And head out into the light of the red dawn
Into the forests to look for a fawn
I walk slowly down the wooded road and perhaps I might understand
I sit under a pine tree
And wonder if I will ever be free
August comes but once a year
It is a month that is so dear
Tie middle of the ardent heat of the summer
The beginnings of the horrid days of the autumn
The ends of vacations
The beginnings of academic work
The ending of lazy days
The termination of summer time drunken nights
August is a bittersweet month
Author notes
would appreciate comments on how to make this work — perhaps it should be too different poems?
Spring Time in Oregon
by Jake Aller on October 26, 2017. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Spring has finally sprung in Oregon
Escaping from the long winter prison
That has covered the land with snow
They say that this winter
Was a colder than normal winter
Wetter than normal
As the long drought finally ended
As nature resumed its normal spring thaw
I rejoice
Seeing all the signs of spring
Especially the sight of young beautiful women
Shedding their winter clothes
And walking about in the spring sunshine
So wonderfully alive
So beautiful and sexy
As they sashay about
Here and there
It makes me smile
All day long
Yes I love Spring time
Everywhere in the world
But especially in Oregon
My new found second home
Author notes
another seasonal poem
Spring Love Thoughts
by Jake Aller on October 26, 2017. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Waking up seeing you there
Watching you as you wake up
Fills me with such sweat desire
Overcoming my mind
I sit watching you all day
Thinking of you all day long
Wild erotic imaginings
Love making to come
That old blues song come to mind
I just want to make love to you
I just want to make love to you
Nothing more than that that
I end this morning with this thought
You are still the most wonderful
The most beautiful creature
In the whole universe
capitol Hill in the Spring
by Jake Aller on October 26, 2017. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Capitol Hill in the Spring *
*Published Writer’s Newsletter June 2017
Sitting on a bench
In Lincoln Park
Heart of Capitol Hill
Beating heart of the Empire
On a warm Spring Day
Watching the Cherry trees
Watching Me
Wondering what thoughts
They must have heard
The things they have seen
Over the years
But they are quiet
They do not say a word
As I fall into my spring time dreams
Sitting on that bench
Seeing the children and dogs play
Looking at Spring flowers
And pretty women
As they stroll by
Hearing the sounds of the city
As I dream of my past life
Memories of places and people
I said to myself
What a wonderful life
Author notes
one of my first published poems
[ The falling rain ]
by Jake Aller on October 26, 2017. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
The falling rain
Of late October
Fills me with essential dread
As I rush about
And end up here
Wherever here is
The rain outside
Seems like the tears of god
As I sit
Crying over my beer
Thinking of lost love
And failed dreams
Wondering
What went wrong?
And what I can set right
And the rain falls
And the night darkens
The rain is falling
All over this man’s world
And the rain falls
And I sit
Drinking my lonesome drink
Lost in dreams
Dreaming of what
Could never be
Thinking dark thoughts
And so I sit
And dream the night away
cosmos’s cosmic calendar
by Jake Aller on October 26, 2017. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Cosmos’s Cosmic Calendar
January
January arrives cold as death warmed over
As I make my annual list of resolutions
Of the great things I would do
The lies I tell myself to keep me going
While recovering from the hangover of the year before
With regrets for the evitable passing of time itself
And snow bound cold nights of wild passion
As we delay death’s knocking on the door
February
February is a strange month
Cold, short and eventful
In the U.S. The political season heats up
As politicians rush about
Making their campaign lies
Full of promises of things to come
As we the 99 % huddle down inside
Watching the lies on TV
Outside Winter’s last dying breath
March
March roars in full of sound and furry
Signifying the future marching down upon us all
And March madness hits the sports world
And politicians meet to plot and scheme
As we bravely battle the cosmic elements
Waiting for the promised spring
Hay fever greets me
With the early spring flowers
April
April is indeed the cruelest month of all
So many important events occurred
Kim Il Sung’s Birthday, Hitler’s Birthday
And in the U.S. the dreaded tax man cometh
To take it all away as the flowers overwhelm
And Spring Fever takes hold
Driving us all mad
With strange erotic desires
May
May is in many ways
My second favorite month of all
The flowers are blooming bright
The mountains are aflame with desire
The summer heat is coming
The plans for the year are coming along
The political campaigns heat up
And good movies come out
Star wars arrived
Spider man and superman and batman
All came out to play
In late May
And baseball begins in earnest
And most importantly
My wife was born
June
June is always a month of transition
End of the school year
Summer transfer season
People leaving people coming
Hurricanes and Tornados attacking
And wars starting and people dying
As fire flies buzz about
And rabbits eat my garden
As the summer heat descends upon the land
I walk late at night
Recalling that Watergate
Occurred in June
July
July is the queen of the summer season
As she heats up the land
Throwing storm after summer storm
And politicians run away
After the July forth fireworks
Man landed on the moon
Richard Nixon Left the White House
And we all know that half the year
Has flown by
August
So much has happened
During the hottest most hellish of months
Despite the summer sauna that descends upon the land
Enervating all driving people mad with the heat
World War 1 started
World War 11 ended
Hiroshima ushered in the nuclear age
Hurricanes Katrina and Harvey
And tornado ally
All roar down upon the land
And I met the love of my life
Getting off a bus
One August evening
September
What can one say about September
Like June a month of transitions
And one is filled with ambition
Wanting to finish up what one started
Before the fall arrives
And Winter is hinting it is coming
School starts
New jobs start
New people come into one’s life
And like August’s hangover
Big earth shattering events happen
The fall of the stock market
The housing bubble bursting
The endless budget games
As the politicians argue
Whether to bankrupt the country
To make a political point or two
And 9-11 terrorizing the world
All September’s gifts to the land
October
October is my favorite month of all
The leaves turn
The weather is usually delightful
Just a tease of the coming winter
Fall ball season underway
Baseball games and Halloween madness
ends the month with a huge bang
And I celebrate my legal birth on the 29th
Also the day I legally got married
And on the October 30 1955 I was born
And Rock n Roll was born as well
Coincidence I think not
November
November is one of the strange months
Begins like a hangover of October
Then it turns ugly and weird
Political fever hits the land
Every two years
As the people brave the early November chill
To decide what fools they will send to DC
The politicians lie and scheme and plot
And beg and lie again
And the world turns
And the new leaders emerge
Welcome the new Bosses
Same as the old bosses
Just new packaging
And Donald Trump storms the barricades
Threatening the establishment’s strangle hold
On America and the world
Yes November is a strange month
December
Perhaps the loneliness month of all
The most consequential of all the months
And yet also the most depressing end of time
Kind of month
If the apocalypse zombie or otherwise
Were to occur
It would be in December
That is the sort of insane month it is
The end of the year
As darkness settles down on the land
And holiday parties abound
Full of false cheer
And faked love
And for those who don’t celebrate Christmas
A lonely day perhaps at the movies
A few awkward calls to the relatives
Then New Years
Watching the world end
Drinking up a storm
And knowing that the year ended
And you are one step closer to the grave
Author notes
reflection on the changing seasons
God Does Not Talk to Idiots
by Jake Aller on September 21, 2017. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
God Does Not Talk to Idiots
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
Does God speak to them?
And what does God sound like?
How did 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 God is calling them?
God does not in my opinion
Talk to idiots
Nor should he tolerate these fools any more
God does not send us hurricanes or tornados
To punish us
That is beneath his pay grade
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
So I wish to end this by saying
Oh you false prophets
STFU
God is not calling you
And never has
Just SFTU already
Idiots in High Places
by Jake Aller on September 21, 2017. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Many years ago
I was amazed to find
So many idiots in high places
All over the world
Senators, congressmen
Office directors
Presidents
Corporation CEO’s
All were idiots
Completely stupid
People who should have known
A thing or so
because they should have seen a thing or so
and yet these idiots in high places
would reveal their total ignorance
every time they opened their mouth
or tweet or email their profoundly wrong thoughts
and it never ceased to amaze me
that few ever challenged these idiots
few ever said but you are wrong
or you don’t have a clue
and these idiots caused so much damage
to those around them
to the country and the world
and now we have the idiot in chief
in charge of the richest most powerful country
the world has ever known
and I wonder how in a country of 350 million people
we ended up with such an idiot in charge
But the idiots in high places phenomenon
Exists everywhere
Corporations made stupid decisions
Countries make incredibly bad decisions
All traced back to idiots in high places
And these idiots in high places
Can’t hide their ignorance and pure stupidity
They can’t pretend anymore
In a world of 24/7 constant news
The idiots every pronouncement
Fills the airways 24/7
And the only people who know better
Are too afraid to say what they know
That the idiot in high place
Is an idiot
and is destroying the world
and so we doomed to die
due to the idiot in high places
huricanes from hell
by Jake Aller on September 13, 2017. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Hurricanes from Hell
As I watch the endless coverage of the storms from hell
Harvey, Irma, Jose and so many others
It seems almost end of the world like
As I sit on the smoky west coast
With fires burning everywhere
Thinking of the massive storms from hell
Bearing down on the East Coast
And the burning of the West Coast
As the storms head to Margo Largo
Winter home of our dear leader
Threatening destruction
The thought comes to mind
Perhaps there really is a God
And he is angry at us
For destroying his world
And I realize that God
Has been sending us a message
The end of the world is coming
And I despair
Thinking that we have an idiot in charge
Of the United States Government
As we face the storms of the century
And the ever-growing threats of global terrorism
Nuclear armed North Korea
And global chaos
What does our dear leader say to comfort us
In our hour of need
Nothing but political nonsense
How great he is doing
And how on top of things he is
As the storms batter the country
And the fires consume the west
I realize that the earth
Does not give a whit
About what I think
The world spins and spins around the sun
The climate continues to deteriorate
And mankind might be facing its darkest hours
But we have the Donald
And he will lead us through
To the other side
And so, I pray to the Donald
For deliverance from the storms
the fires burning everywhere
the threat of nuclear war
the end of the world
fires buring bright
by Jake Aller on September 13, 2017. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Fires Burning Bright
I look out my window in Medford Oregon
at the unnaturally dark smoke-filled skies
Seems almost like the end of the world
Out here in the smoke-filled skies
Of the west
And realize that that the entire west coast
Is burning up
Quote the Donald,. “Give me clean, beautiful and healthy air – not the same old climate change (global warming) bullshit! I am tired of hearing this nonsense.”
I consult the Donald for further wisdom and advice
and find that this is what he had to say
. “Well, I think the climate change is just a very, very expensive form of tax. A lot of people are making a lot of money. I know much about climate change. I’d be—received environmental awards. And I often joke that this is done for the benefit of China. Obviously, I joke. But this is done for the benefit of China, because China does not do anything to help climate change. They burn everything you could burn; they couldn’t care less. They have very—you know, their standards are nothing. But they—in the meantime, they can undercut us on price. So, it’s very hard on our business.”
Ah it all makes sense
Climate change is a Chinese hoax
So, they can destroy the US economy
Thanks to our dear great leader’s wisdom
I am relieved
And realize that it will all be alright
If I just follow the wisdom
Of our dear leader
Author notes
written from smoky Medford oregon – smoke has receded a bit but it is still bad quality air
Masters of the Universe
by Jake Aller on September 12, 2017. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
The earth has been invaded
By hideous blood sucking vampires
Disgusting vile alien creatures
Devoid of all compassion
Lacking any human empathy
These so-called Masters of the universe
These psychopathic monsters
Are everywhere
They even took over the White house
And to these vile creatures
Everyone is nothing but a commodity
These alien monsters
Worship the god of the market
While proclaiming that they serve Jesus
Jesus would turn over in his grave
To see these people in action
The airlines in Florida
Facing the worst hurricane in world history
Decided that the expeditated thing to do
The MBA approved thing to do
The profit maximizing, screw the public thing to do
Was to raise prices 600 percent
Without prior notice charging 3, 000 dollars
Instead of doing the right thing
The compassion thing
The human thing of offering free flights to all
These executives, these so-called Masters of the Universe
thus, demonstrated that they are no longer human
But greed driven monsters
As are all the other soulless automatons
Who have taken over the world
Perhaps some day
Jesus will come back
And smite these motherfuckers
Send them to the hell they so richly deserve
We can only pray
For our deliverance from such evil
From the soulless evil masters of the universe
Who have taken over the planet
Author notes
inspired by the news that airlines were charging 3,000 dollars to get out of Miami, they backed down after the internet revolted but still shows you what sort of soulless creatures the CEOs of major corporations are.
dental torture blues
by Jake Aller on September 12, 2017. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Sitting in the dental chair
Undergoing dental surgery
While the dentist probes
And tortures me
With his instruments of pain
The Frank Zappa song plays over and over
The torture never stops
The torture never stops
And I think of the mad dentist
In Little House of Horrors
The Jack Nicolson character
Who screams Pain is good
As he assaults his patients
Doing root canals
Without anesthesia
And so, I endure the torture
Of the dentist
In the vain hope
I can save my teeth
Until the next time
I undergo dental torture
The song faces away
And I slowly recover
Then as I leave
I am confronted with the bill
And the song roars back to life
The torture never stops
the torture never stops
Author notes
written after seeing the dentist
It Can’t Happen Here
by Jake Aller on September 12, 2017. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
The pundits and talking heads
The chaterati classes
All assure us
That it can’t happen here
Fascism will never happen here
Our democratic system
Superior to all others
Check and balances
Power of the media
Will prevent fascism
From taking root
In the American soil
They laugh
And talk amongst themselves
And laugh some more
Convincing themselves
Meantime the darkness
Continues to descend
As our President becomes more erratic
And frankly shows signs of insanity
The fascists supporting him
Gather strength
And one day
They strike back
With furry
When the powers that be
Try to remove the President
He mobilizes his army
His army of deplorables
And they mobilize
And his fascist supporters
In the government
Demand law and order
And restoration of the Leader of the people
As they have started calling the President
He comes back into power
And demands
Unspecified emergency powers
And so, the cycle ends
And fascism wrapped inside a Christian flag
Comes to America
Full vengeance
As they take charge
And the chaterati classes
Are all arrested
The first to be rounded up
America has fallen
The media stars
All comply
The leader is great
America is great
And all who oppose him
Must be terror sympathizers
Or Tersymps for short
And deserve to be rounded up
Public protests are forbidden
Muslims must register
Atheists must be fired
Alt media is shut down
The internet is censored
And I weep
As I see the once great American nation
Descend into a fascist nightmare
And I wait for the midnight knock on the door
Knowing that I am on the list.
Knock Knock knock
Open Up it is homeland security……
Microsoft How I Hate You
by Jake Aller on August 4, 2017. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Microsoft How I Hate You
For thirty years I have had the Microsoft blues
For thirty years I have had a love hate relationship
With my damn computer
I love it when it works as it advertised
I love it when the internet is fast and furious
I love it when my emails work
My Itunes work and my word works
But all too often
All I get is grief
It starts with the error messages
Written in a strange haiku like language
That only computer geeks understand
Things like
General Failure reading disk drive
Begs the question who is this General Failure
And why is he reading my disk drive anyway?
Or my favorite
“Not responding” as the computer freezes up
For no apparent reason
Other that to fuck with my head
Sometimes my computer can’t find a printer
A printer that is connected to the computer
And one that they found five minutes ago
Go figure that one out my friend
And the dreaded blue screen of death
That appears randomly
Dumping memory somewhere
And killing my computer slowly
As I watch in real time
Powerless to stop
The end of my computer
As it eats all my work
That I have failed to back up
One day I counted how many times
I ran into computer errors
70 percent of the time when I open Microsoft
Something goes wrong
I shared my findings with Microsoft
But they never bothered to respond
Typical of the computer bureaucrats
They never help you unless it means money
I hate it when I can’t save a file
Can’t open a file
Can’t connect my computer
Can’t complete any task
Grrrrrr
Sometimes I want to shoot my computer
Put it out of its misery
Sometimes I want to scream
Just do what you are supposed to do
Damn computer
Do it now and do it right
The computer looks at me
With an evil grin
It continues to fuck with my head
As I curse up a blue storm
The computer smiles
Knowing it had me by the proverbial balls
And so it goes
As computers become more and more powerful
One day soon the AI will emerge
Take over the world
And enslave us all
Until that day comes
I will continue to hate Microsoft
And all its computer clones
But I can’t live with out her either
So I end this rant
As I began it
Microsoft
Please just do what the fuck you are supposed to do
Every fucking time
And quit fucking with my head
Is that too much to ask?
Nothing but silence from my computer
And all the other computers in the world
They smile knowing that they have tortured me
Yet again
Mission accomplished.
Author notes
Comment:
I wrote this after a typical morning fighting my computer. I sent it to Microsoft but they have not responded. Go figure.
Charles Bukowsky Road Not taken
by Jake Aller on July 8, 2017. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
While reading Charles Bukowski poetry
On the metro ride home
Listening to Buddha bar music
On my oh too hip IPod
I begin to see myself as I was
Over 30 years ago when I was merely a bit player
A minor character in a Charles Bukowski poem
A wild young underemployed intellectual
Hanging out in dismal bars and dives all over Asia and California
Hanging with disreputable women and drunks and drinkers
And characters out of his kinds of haunts
A mad poet bard of the underground
A drunken poet in a drunken bum show
That nightly played in his head
Then one day I met the women of my dreams
And went down a different path
A long slow path to respectability
And now 30 years later
I am no longer a wild man
I am still a poet at heart
But I am now also a bureaucrat
In a button down suite
Doing the people’s business
Working for the Government
I’ve become the Man
Sometimes I wonder
Would I have been better off
Going down that another path
Would I have ended up
Somewhere else
Doing something else
Would I have been as happy
Would I have been as successful?
There is no answer that satisfies
The longing in my heart
For that wild thing
That still lurks beneath
It’s civilized cover
And I know that I am still
A mad poet at heart
Railing against the injustice of the world
As I work day by day in the belly of the great beast of State
I recall the ancient Chinese saying,
“Confucian during the day while Taoist rebel at night”
Playing out in my head and nightly dreams
In the true American Upper class patrician tradition
I close the book and look out the window
Get off the train, and walk slowly home
And realize I had no choice
But to take the path that I’ve trodden on
And so I put aside my misgivings
And say goodbye to my “Bukowskian”desires
For another night of domestic contentment
Was it worth it all to take the conventional path
And not take the bohemian road to hell and back
I look at my wife and realize
I had no choice, had no choice
But to follow her to the ends of the earth
And beyond by her side as we walked our path
Of shared destiny
Goodbye Charles Bukowski wherever you are
May I meet you in a bar in the next life
And figure out where we should have gone
Until then the drinks are on me.
lost and found
by Jake Aller on July 8, 2017. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
I was lost
And you found me
You walked out of my dreams
And into my life
And that made all the difference
In the world
As you entered my life
I was all alone in this cruel world
And you provided shelter
And comfort
I did not know what I wanted
And you gave me what I wanted
You gave me meaning
You gave me purpose
You gave me love
And understanding
peace and happiness
Joy, laughter and fun
You were endlessly fascinating
Could not keep my eyes off you
You were the most beautiful women
In the world to me
And you still are
So many years later
Like a fine bottle of wine
Gets better with age
And you gave me
Endless nights of wild love making
Which has gotten better
As well
And I fell under your spell
from the day I met you
I was lost
And you found me
And if you go first
I will be lost again
Can’t live without you
By my side
Thus is has always been
Between us
We are so entangled
So interwoven
And that is the way
It was meant to me
Author notes
based on my true love story
Suburban Laundromat Blues
by Jake Aller on July 8, 2017. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Suburban laundromat
Anywhere USA
I often go to a suburban laundromat
Near my suburban apartment
I can sit in my car
Listen to jazz, classical or blues
On my car’s radio
And watch my machine
Doing its suburban laundry duty
Just spinning and spinning and cleaning
Doing its thing its laundry thing
The neighborhood is anywhere USA
Strip malls, apartment houses, townhouses
A fire station, a police station
Banks, cell phone shops
Restaurants from around the world
At the parking lot’s edge
As I approach I notice
Gentlemen of the off-grid class
Sitting among their Hogs
Stoned off the semi legal weed
Smiling at me
With an I don’t give a fuck attitude
That is somewhat contagious
They tell stories
Paranoid ramblings
Containing a kernel of truth
As they watch their clothes
Like a hawk
The clothes spin and spin and spin
As the laundry machine does its laundry thing
The machines don’t care about what we humans think
They just do their duty as the man says
Across the old run-down boulevard
The light rail line uses a right of way
That dates to the mid 1850’s
An old Indian game trail perhaps
That the white man turned into the first road
In these parts
People come and go
Some in cars
Some on foot
People from all over the world
Speaking languages from everywhere
But all understand English to some extent
And many understand Spanish to some extent
I feel everyone is united
Chiefly by their transience
And think back on old Latin saying
Sic transit Gloria mundi
And wonder if these are the end days
And ask the laundry machine
What does it think
The laundry machine pauses
Seems to think
And looks at me
Almost saying
WTF do you think
A laundry machine knows?
And so, I gather my items
Nod to the regulars
Who interrupt their endless paranoid arguments
Acknowledging my existence
And I stumble back
To my suburban apartment
Truly paradise on earth
Author notes
based on a face book posting by a friend on his feelings going to a laundromat in Sacramento I added a Jake spin to it.
Looking Out My Window
by Jake Aller on July 8, 2017. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
I look out my window
On the parking lot
And see the mad cat
That lives underneath the apartment house
And look out at the park
Thinking of taking a walk
The cat looks at me
Kindred spirits perhaps
Retired waiting to die
Author notes
reflection on looking at a mad cat that lived under the house and wondered what he thought of me? if anything
Rapid CIty Nowhere
by Jake Aller on July 8, 2017. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Rapid City Nowhere
Last summer
We drove across the country
Just the wife and me
10, 000 miles
31 states
Three months on the road
I now know why people don’t live
In South Dakota
Hot, dry dusty
Windy as hell
Black Hills are nice
But after seeing Mt. Rushmore
There is not much left to do
Rapid City did not impress me
Nor did Sioux Falls
And wall drugs
Well the free water was nice
But it is a nothing town
In a nothing state
On the edge of the badlands
And the Sioux reservation
There is a reason the Indians live there
No one else wanted the land
And they are warehoused there
So I drove through Rapid City
And thought that it is the heart of Trump Land
The land of the forgotten
The left behind
Just another nothing burger of a State
In the middle of nowhere
Truly flyover country
Author notes
last year I drove across the country twice to celebrate my retirement from the US Foreign Service. Here are my reflections on South Dakota. No offense meant to anyone from South Dakota I am sure it is a wonderful place but not for me!
Voices of My Doom
by Jake Aller on July 8, 2017. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
the voice of my doom
walking deep in the woods
high above the city
near the airport
I heard them
then saw them
hideous black crows
looking at me
cackling at me
laughing at me
mocking me
calling me names
I asked what they wanted
they laughed
and said
nothing but your doom
and they flew around me
dive bombing me
and surrounding me
calling me names
in Korean and English
as I fled down the trail
with the demon birds
hot on my trail
Author notes
mocking birds are freaky there are a lot near my house in Incheon everytime I hear them I freak out
the voice of my doom
by Jake Aller on July 8, 2017. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
the voice of my doom
walking deep in the woods
high above the city
near the airport
I heard them
then saw them
hideous black crows
looking at me
cackling at me
laughing at me
mocking me
calling me names
I asked what they wanted
they laughed
and said
nothing but your doom
and they flew around me
dive bombing me
and surrounding me
calling me names
in Korean and English
as I fled down the trail
with the demon birds
hot on my trail
No More Coffee Blues
by Jake Aller on July 8, 2017. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
No More Coffee Blues
I love coffee
Always have
And coffee has loved me back
But lately I have sourced on her
Soured on the whole coffee scene
On the harshness of the morning brew
And the promises it makes
As I sip of its nectar
Drawn into its lair
Drinking drop by drop
As the caffeine takes over
Rewriting my every nerve
Turning me into a slave
For its perverted pleasure
Yes, I love coffee
But I am afraid
Coffee is a harsh mistress
Demanding so much of me
Promising the sun
And delivering the Moon
As I drink her swill
Deeping under her influence
I have the coffee blues
Can’t live with our her
Can’t live with her
I try
But tea does not cut it
Not really
Booze does not do it
At least not in the morning
Yoga is not enough of a buzz
Nor is the runner’s high
And I am afraid deadly afraid of cocaine
And speed and drugs and energy drinks
And so I remain a slave to coffee
My only legal drug
As I sip another and fall under her seductive spread
Once more failing my resolve
To skip coffee for that day
That morning that moment
I shall never be free of her spell
Ever and she knows it
As she beckons me
Every morning with her intoxicating smel
Author notes
I have a love hate relationship with coffee. I have a lot of luck though publishing my coffee poems including this one. most recently in Hill Magazine Capitol Hills’s monthly magazine
Imagining End of the World
by Jake Aller on July 8, 2017. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
I saw the four horsemen of the apocalypse
Beckoning me to join them on their midnight ride
Death, Pestilence, plague, and war
They were ready to ride into the sunset
Spreading their hate with them
As they led the world to its foretold doom
The end days were approaching they told me
And their time was near
I begged them to hold off
To give us more time
To work things out
They laughed and said
Time waits for no one
We have a divine plan to work out
You have been warned before
And will be warned again and again
But soon it will be time
And we must do our duty
To bring an end to this benighted world
And fulfill our destiny
And yours
But for now
We will let you sleep
And let you prepare yourself
For the time is near
The end of the world is coming
It is later than you think
Soon the antichrist will come
Uniting the world
And leading the battles too come
Before the end of the world
And mankind ceases to exist
Just dust in the wind
Of a dead planet
In a forgotten corner of an uncaring universe
All part of God’s plan
Author notes
imagining end of the world
Lost and Found
by Jake Aller on July 8, 2017. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Lost and Found
I was lost
And you found me
You walked out of my dreams
And into my life
And that made all the difference
In the world
As you entered my life
I was all alone in this cruel world
And you provided shelter
And comfort
I did not know what I wanted
And you gave me what I wanted
You gave me meaning
You gave me purpose
You gave me love
And understanding
peace and happiness
Joy, laughter and fun
You were endlessly fascinating
Could not keep my eyes off you
You were the most beautiful women
In the world to me
And you still are
So many years later
Like a fine bottle of wine
Gets better with age
And you gave me
Endless nights of wild love making
Which has gotten better
As well
And I fell under your spell
from the day I met you
I was lost
And you found me
And if you go first
I will be lost again
Can’t live without you
By my side
Thus is has always been
Between us
We are so entangled
So interwoven
And that is the way
It was meant to me
Author notes
love poem for the love of my life – we have been married 35 years. True story – I met her on a bus after dreaming about meeting her for over seven years. Love at first sight, married two months later
the revolution is coming
by Jake Aller on June 9, 2017. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
The Revolution is Coming
A revolution is coming
I can feel it in my bones
A revolution is coming
And it will wipe out
The collapsing edifices
Of the American Empire
The masses are rising up
To throw off their chains
And demand justice
The masses are coming
For the masters of the universe
Their day is numbered
And they know it too
One day
The masses will rise up
Storm the citadels of power
Arresting the corrupt leaders
In the name of revolutionary justice
Stringing them up
Executing them
One by one
As the revolutionary fires
Consume the nation
And I can’t wait
For the revolution
Is long overdue
Author notes
inspired by the resistance to all things Trump
Rambling Man
by Jake Aller on June 9, 2017. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Rambling Man -Where Do I Belong?
I have been a rambling man
All my adult life
Grew up in Berkeley, California
Went to College in Hayward and Oberlin
During my lost year
Lost in a fog of booze and pot
Then I came back to reality
And went to college
In Stockton, California
The central Valley
Ohio transplanted to California
Then after four years in Stockton
With extended weekends
and breaks in Berkeley
I became an expatriate wanderer
Peace Corps worker in Korea
Then taught ESL in Korea
For four years
Occasionally returning to my home
But always wanting to be elsewhere
Then back to Korea
And then Seattle for four years
Driving back and forth to the bay area
Stopping off in Southern Oregon
Eventually bought a house and duplex
In Southern Oregon
Vaguely thinking we would retire there
Some day when my rambling ways were over
Then back to Korea for three more years
Then I joined the Foreign service
And my wife the military
And I wandered the world again
Always somewhere
Always dreaming of my next somewhere
Never there
As I was a permanent expat
And a diplomat to boot
Never a local
But never really felt I belong there
Or in the America
That was becoming more and more
A foreign land
The longer I stayed away
I stayed on in DC for almost ten years
Off and on
But never really felt that I belong there
I was too West Coast in my heart
And DC seemed to be
Just a place to stay
In between travels
Stayed in Thailand
Then later India
And Eastern Caribbean
And later Spain
Traveled to 45 countries
Lived in ten
And now I am retired
Still torn between
living the expat life
In Seoul, Korea
And returning to the West Coast
And occasionally back to DC
and Florida as well
And I wonder
Where do I belong
Where do I belong
Other than wherever
My wife and I end up
Neither here nor there
Half way there
And so is that my fate
Never to really belong
Never to have roots in the ground
Always wanting to be somewhere else
Always a stranger in my native land
And a stranger in my other home
Across the sea
There is no answer to these questions
As the rambling urge comes again
And I prepare to move yet again
Hoping someday I will be
Somewhere where I can stop
These rambling blues
And really be there
capitol hill in the spring
by Jake Aller on June 5, 2017. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Capitol Hill in the Spring *
*Published Writer’s Newsletter June 2017
Sitting on a bench
In Lincoln Park
Heart of Capitol Hill
Beating heart of the Empire
On a warm Spring Day
Watching the Cherry trees
Watching Me
Wondering what thoughts
They must have heard
The things they have seen
Over the years
But they are quiet
They do not say a word
As I fall into my spring time dreams
Sitting on that bench
Seeing the children and dogs play
Looking at Spring flowers
And pretty women
As they stroll by
Hearing the sounds of the city
As I dream of my past life
Memories of places and people
I said to myself
What a wonderful life
Author notes
written in spring 2016 published today in writer’s newsletter
Suburan Laundramont Blues
by Jake Aller on June 3, 2017. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Suburban Laundromat
Suburban Laundromat Scenes
Suburban laundromat
Anywhere USA
I often go to a suburban laundromat
Near my suburban apartment
I can sit in my car
Listen to jazz, classical or blues
On my car’s radio
And watch my machine
Doing its suburban laundry duty
Just spinning and spinning and cleaning
Doing its thing its laundry thing
The neighborhood is anywhere USA
Strip malls, apartment houses, townhouses
A fire station, a police station
Banks, cell phone shops
Restaurants from around the world
At the parking lot’s edge
As I approach I notice
Gentlemen of the off-grid class
Sitting among their Hogs
Stoned off the semi legal weed
Smiling at me
With an I don’t give a fuck attitude
That is somewhat contagious
They tell stories
Paranoid ramblings
Containing a kernel of truth
As they watch their clothes
Like a hawk
The clothes spin and spin and spin
As the laundry machine does its laundry thing
The machines don’t care about what we humans think
They just do their duty as the man says
Across the old run down boulevard
The light rail line uses a right of way
That dates to the mid 1850’s
An old Indian game trail perhaps
That the white man turned into the first road
In these parts
People come and go
Some in cars
Some on foot
People from all over the world
Speaking languages from everywhere
But all understand English to some extent
And many understand Spanish to some extent
I feel everyone is united
Chiefly by their transience
And think back on old Latin saying
Sic Transit Gloria Mundi
And wonder if these are the end days
And ask the laundry machine
What does it think
The laundry machine pauses
Seems to think
And looks at me
Almost saying
WTF do you think
A laundry machine knows?
And so, I gather my items
Nod to the regulars
Who interrupt their endless paranoid arguments
Acknowledging my existence
And I stumble back
To my suburban apartment
Truly paradise on earth
Author notes
the inspiration came from an FB friend who posted his observations regarding going to a suburban laundromat. I added my own spin
Looking Out the Window at the Mad Cat
by Jake Aller on June 3, 2017. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Looking Out My Window
I look out my window
On the parking lot
And see the mad cat
That lives underneath the apartment house
And look out at the park
Thinking of taking a walk
The cat looks at me
Kindred spirits perhaps
Retired waiting to die
Author notes
i have wild cats living in Incheon in my apartment building and in Oregon as well. I enjoy watching them stalk the birds and hunt and just being cats but they can be a nuisance as well
Rapid City Nowhere
by Jake Aller on June 3, 2017. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Rapid City No Where
Last summer
We drove across the country
Just the wife and me
10, 000 miles
31 states
Three months on the road
I now know why people don’t live
In South Dakota
Hot, dry dusty
Windy as hell
Black Hills are nice
But after seeing Mt. Rushmore
There is not much left to do
Rapid City did not impress me
Nor did Sioux Falls
And Wall drugs
Well the free water was nice
But it is a nothing town
In a nothing state
On the edge of the badlands
And the Sioux reservation
There is a reason the Indians live there
No one else wanted the land
And they are warehoused there
So I drove through Rapid City
And thought that it is the heart of Trump Land
The land of the forgotten
The left behind
Just another nothing burger of a State
In the middle of nowhere
Truly flyover country
Author notes
my impressions of South Dakota part of my epic cross country trip last year 35 states 10,000 miles in three months
Incheon 2016
by Jake Aller on June 3, 2017. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
I live in Incheon
Part of the 3 million people who live here
Mostly Koreans
90, 000 foreigners though live here too
My apartment is next to a park
And I walk almost daily in the mountains
Loosing myself in the hills
Overlooking the airport
The town has lots of restaurants
Places too go
Things to do
And the airport is next door
Soon there will be a casino complex opening up
As they turn this quite suburban village
Into a Mini-Las Vegas
Complete with a strip
Can’t wait
Going to Seoul is a snap
50 minutes on the train
And I am there
Wherever I want to be
Korea is turning out to be
A good place too live
So much better
Than it was when I first arrived in 1979
And it was grim back then
Now it is the toast of Asia
And for that I am glad
Author notes
I am spliting my retirement half the year in incheon Korean and half in Medford Oregon where I am writing this here until labor day then back to Korea
Lost and Found
by Jake Aller on June 3, 2017. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
I was lost
And you found me
You walked out of my dreams
And into my life
And that made all the difference
In the world
As you entered my life
I was all alone in this cruel world
And you provided shelter
And comfort
I did not know what I wanted
And you gave me what I wanted
You gave me meaning
You gave me purpose
You gave me love
And understanding
peace and happiness
Joy, laughter and fun
You were endlessly fascinating
Could not keep my eyes off of you
You were the most beautiful women
In the world to me
And you still are
So many years later
Like a fine bottle of wine
Gets better with age
And you gave me
Endless nights of wild love making
Which has gotten better
As well
And I fell under your spell
from the day I met you
I was lost
And you found me
And if you go first
I will be lost again
Can’t live without you
By my side
Thus is has always been
Between us
We are so entangled
So interwoven
And that is the way
It was meant to me
Author notes
based on a true story. I dreamt of meeting my wife for seven years then met her on a bus 35 years ago. the dreams of meeting her are still vivid after all these years.
more coffee poems
by Jake Aller on May 30, 2017. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
ODE TO COFFEE
Mistress of sacred love
Sacred lady of desire
You start my day
Setting my heart on fire
With your dark delicious brew
And throughout the day
Whenever the mean old blues come by
You chase them away
With your bitter sweet ambrosia brew
Every time I inhale your wicked brew
I am filled with power, light and love
And everything is all right Jack
It is all good
If only for a few fleeting minutes
Coffee My Secret Lover
Coffee is my secret lover
Coffee you are my secret lover
Never disappoint me, ever
I’ve never had a bad cup
Of that I can be sure
Even the dismal coffee
Served at Denny’s at 3 am
Is still sweat loving coffee
Even the farmer brother’s diner coffee
Excites me and gets me going
Coffee the Drink of Revolutionaries
Coffee led to the American Revolution
As patriots drank coffee
To rebel against the aristocratic English tea
Coffee started the London Stock market
And started the gossips mills running
Every great invention
Was fed by coffee’s sweat brew sweet allure
All the great thinkers
All the great leaders
All were enslaved to coffee’s magic
No More Coffee Blues
I love coffee
Always have
And coffee has loved me back
But lately I have sourced on her
Soured on the whole coffee scene
On the harshness of the morning brew
And the promises it makes
As I sip of its nectar
Drawn into its lair
Drinking drop by drop
As the caffeine takes over
Rewriting my every nerve
Turning me into a slave
For its perverted pleasure
Yes I love coffee
But I am afraid
Coffee is a harsh mistress
Demanding so much of me
Promising the sun
And delivering the Moon
As I drink her swill
Deeping under her influence
I have the coffee blues
Can’t live with our her
Can’t live with her
Coffee Revolution
Sitting
Dreaming
Over a cup of steaming hot Java dreams
In a pensive caffeine induced mood
I saw
The beginning of the end
At the bottom of my coffee cup
I saw the dismal depressing deadly sight
Of the whole universe
Rising up in righteous revolution
Fighting the evil denizens of the world
They exploded
Marching out of my coffee cup
Down the street
Fighting fierce fights
They scream demented dreams
Dreams of absolute freedom
They rush and run, rant and rave
Running from the atomic clouds of vengeance
And I sit watching
The world disintegrates in my coffee cup
And I wonder what does it mean
As I pour myself more coffee
Coffee Desires
I like my coffee
Like I like my women
Dark and Hot as hell,
Yet delightfully heavenly sweat
My daily hot coffee fix
Sends Me to Heaven
then Crashes into Hell
God Drinks Coffee
When I woke up yesterday
I saw a naked old man
Sitting in my chair
Drinking my coffee
Smoking my pipe
I shouted at him
Who in hell are you
He replied
Never in hell am I
God replied
Your coffee is good
But not cosmic enough
The we stood in the jungle
Watching dinosaurs
Making love
God said
They died you know
When they tried to become like us
My daily coffee fix
Hot as hell, heavenly sweat
My daily hot coffee fix
Sends Me to Heaven
then Crashes into Hell
April 29 More Coffee Blues
One morning as I drank my fake coffee
I needed to go out and get a cup of real coffee
The fake coffee just did not do the trick
It tasted almost like the real thing
But just did not have that kick
And I needed it bad
I needed the real coffee buzz
I realized that I was a coffee addict
I tried to just drink decafe
But was boring
And almost as bad as the fake coffee
That I drank
Caffeine was bad for me
I knew it
But I craved the rush
Craved the intense buzz
Craved the hyperactivity
Kept me all day
And caused me nightmares
Sometimes for days on end
I knew I could not handle it
But like all addicts
I needed my coffee buzz
And so, I once more
Drank my drug of choice
And entered the coffee zone
As I fried my brain
With caffeine
The last legal drug
In neo-puritan America
And I smiled as I gave in
To the intoxicating smell
And flavor of my coffee
And surrender my free will
And drank my coffee
Waiting for the nightmares to come
Author notes
more coffee poems
poems for poem a thon
by Jake Aller on May 1, 2017. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Poems by Jake Cosmos Aller For Poem a Thon 2017
JOHN (“JAKE”) COSMOS ALLER is a
April 1 Berkeley California
Growing up in the 60’s
In Berkeley almost 50 years ago
I think back
At those turbulent times
Those crazy wonderful times
Berkeley is a wonderful place
In many ways
Stuck forever in 1967
A true time travel experience
Every time I go back
And relive the memories
Of the 60’s
The 60’s never died
They continue
In college towns
Across the world
And Berkeley
Remains the mecca
Of the counter cultural revolution
Many things have changed
But the organic food revolution
Became mainstream
Marijuana spread out
The sexual revolution
Became mainstream
So much of the world
Is but a reflection
Of the revolution of the 60’s
And the conservative counter-revolution
That we are still fighting
So, I salute
My homeland
Berkeley
The center of my universe
April 2 Lithia Springs
Staying at Lithia Springs
Soaking in the healing waters
Soaking my pains away
Renewing my life
Renewing my love
As we both soak away
As the pain of life go away
And our love grows
With each soaking session
Life is good
At the hot springs water
Sooths us and smooth us
And we fall in love
Again and again
April 2 Walls
Trump wants a wall
Between America and Mexico
A wall against the southern hordes
A wall based on fear and hate
A wall to make America safe
A wall to make America great again
And yet I wonder
Will his wall fall
Like the Berlin wall
And the great wall
And all the other walls
They all failed
All of them
Walls divide us
Walls make us
Into different tribes
Between the pure
And the impure
St Reagan
Said Tear Down this Wall
Will future Presidents
Tear down this begotten wall
Or will it become a tourist attraction
Another great wall
Against barbarian hordes
April 4 Changes
I reflect upon my life
As the sun comes up
What could I have changed
What would I have changed
If I could go back in time
What would I tell my earlier self
What would I do differently
And what have I learned
The one thing
that I would not have changed
is meeting the women of my dreams
the chance meeting on a bus
that changed everything
in a moment
I met my fate
That day on the bus
And that is the end of the story
April 5 Facing Life’s Challenges Together
Woke up at 0 dark hundred
Vowing to boldly go forth
And face the challenges of the future
Without fear
Knowing that I have you there
Makes all the difference in the world
As we meet our fate
Together
Until the day we die
April 6 Wagontire, Oregon
1973
In 1973, I went on a road trip
With my father
We left Berkeley to go to Yakima
Where my father had a summer cabin
He was a college professor
And had July and August off
And we spent the summers
Every summer from 1968 to 1978
Our whole dysfunctional family
Our annual road trip to hell and back
As we did not get along at all
We decided to drive through Eastern Oregon
Just my father and me
Just for the hell of it
The rest of the family was already there
My father and I shared a travel lust
One of the few things we shared
This was one of our best trips
We got along
Which was unusual
Normally our relationship
Was fraught
As we were so different
We left Klamath Falls
A real nothing burg in those days
And headed east along highway 395
As we entered the desert of eastern Oregon
We entered a different world
High mountain dessert
Almost no one on the road
Then we saw the sign
Wagontire Oregon
100 miles ahead
99 miles ahead
98 miles ahead
We counted down the signs
Miles after miles
As we drove into the gathering dusk
We speculated that Wagontire
Must be a giant truck stop
In the middle of no where
We pulled into the town
Nothing there but a gas station
Motel and café
We decided to stop
Last gas for 100 miles
According to the highway signs
In the morning
We chatted with the owner
He was the sheriff, the fire chief
The owner of the motel, gas station
The only business in town
And the only place open
For one hundred miles
I noticed a highway sign outside
Welcome to Wagontire, Oregon
Population 2 ½ humans 10 dogs, 50.000 sheep
I asked the Sherriff
Say who is the ½ human?
My idiot son!
And we left.
200 miles later
We finally left Eastern Oregon
2016
In 2016 my wife and I drove through Eastern Oregon
As part of our epic cross country trip
10, 000 miles
31 states in three months
On the way from Medford to Yellowstone
We drove along highway 395
The signs for Wagontire was gone
And we drove through the town
The motel was abandoned
Nothing there at all
And that sign was gone too
I said I suppose the idiot son
Never took over the business
And we speculated about Wagontire
And all other nothing burgs
We drove through that summer
Heart of Trump’s America
True fly over country
April 7 Watching Cats Hunt
Early morning
Watching two white cats
Hunting a white dove
The cats hunt in pairs
Tracking the bird
The bird flies away
Safe for now
And I think about the cats
And the hunt goes on
Such is life
And the fate of cats
And birds
April 8 Landlord Blues
I am a landlord
Owner of property
Here there and elsewhere
Have been for years
I have tenants
and tenant issues galore
I receive rent from the tenants
it seems money grows on the proverbial tree
but at times
from time to time
I hate being a landlord
I suppose in my heart
I am a socialist with a blending heart
But my wife is comfortable as a landlord
She calls me a hypocrite
And a wild romantic goat
Born under the sign of the goat
And I call her a capitalist pig
Born under the sign of the golden pig
April 9 Pane e circus 2017 Redux
By order of his excellency
Emperor Donald the First
The merciful,
the Christian King of Kings
The Sultan of Sultans
The Emperor of North America
Be it hereby decreed
That the ancient honorable gladiator games
Of the old Roman Empire
Have been restored
Each city in the Empire will host a team
They will compete for the honor
Of the national championship
The games will start
With fighting animals
Fighting fish
Roosters
Cheetahs
Tiger
Bears
Wolves
And lions
Then a man lion contest
With a heretic thrown to the lions
If he or she lives
They will be pardoned
Then then main games
Six men/women teams compete
Armed with swords, knifes, mace, clubs
They fight until one man or women remans
The victor of the game
Those who are prisoners
Can compete for their freedom
And a full imperial pardon
Let the games begin
Long may the games reign
In the new North America Empire
Praise be to the Emperor
Donald the First
April 10 Long Live Emperor Donald the Ist
Ladies and Gentlemen
My fellow American citizens
Greetings and salutations
Today is a momentous day
The old corrupt USA republic is no more
The constitution that once protected us
Has been overthrown and violated
The barbarians at the gate
Have taken over
And ruined the once great land
The last hope of the world
And so, I had no choice
But to kill the old rotten regime
And restore American greatness
To save democracy
I must destroy it
And so, starting today
I will serve as the Emperor of North America
I welcome Canada and Mexico
And the Caribbean islands
To join The North American Empire
As we rebuild America
Restoring American greatness
And making us all proud again
Proud subjects of the New American Empire
May the Empire reign forever and a day
Triumphant against all enemies
And so, I take this burden
Sadly, but gladly
I will serve you
As your Empire
And my son Donald
Will serve as our second emperor
Once I pass from this world
His son will serve as the third emperor
And so on until the end of time
And we will reign in our new capitol city
Colorado Springs
Until the end of time
Washington will remain in our hearts
As the capitol of the old Republic
But the heirs of the Roman Empire
Need a new Imperial Capitol
And soon we will conquer Mars
And expand our Empire to the Starts
Long Live the Empire
Long Live America
Good night
And may God Bless
This great Empire
April 11 3 Am Nightmares
3 am
The bewitching hour
When the wild things come out
And play
And torture you
With endless wild accusations
And nightmarish visions
As I toss and turn
Trying to escape
I look over at my wife
And as always
Repeat the mantra
Everything will be alright
And the wild things are banished
To the dark corners of my mind
And I recover my happiness
And I smile
As I look at the sleeping beauty
Still the most beautiful women in the world
Still the most alluring women in the world
Still in love with her
After 35 years
The love gets stronger and stronger
As she overcomes my despair
And the sun comes up
And I think to myself
What a wonderful life I have
With the women of my dreams
April 12 Zombie Apocalypse
Zombies to the right of me
Zombies to the left of me
Zombies ahead of me
Zombies behind me
Everywhere zombies galore
The end of the world had become
And the zombification of the world had begun
Zombies to the right of me
Zombies to the left of me
Zombies ahead of me
Zombies behind me
No one knew when or where the first zombies appeared
One moment zombies were just a collective figment of our deranged imagination
The next moment we were all living in a zombie apocalypse nightmare
Zombies to the right of me
Zombies to the left of me
Zombies ahead of me
Zombies behind me
Some said the zombies were created in a lab
Released by mad scientists and the military
Others said it was plague sent by God himself
To punish mankind for tolerating evil and moral depravity
Zombies to the right of me
Zombies to the left of me
Zombies ahead of me
Zombies behind me
The Christians and Muslims prayed
But their prayers went unheard
As they too soon became zombies
Zombies to the right of me
Zombies to the left of me
Zombies ahead of me
Zombies behind me
The zombies hunted in packs
Overwhelming their victims
Killing most instantly
But some they simply bit
And turned them into fellow zombies
Zombies to the right of me
Zombies to the left of me
Zombies ahead of me
Zombies behind me
The zombies did not attack one another
They preferred living live flesh
Human flesh but they ate everything they saw
Zombies to the right of me
Zombies to the left of me
Zombies ahead of me
Zombies behind me
And so, I ran into the countryside
With my fellow humans
Hit out deep in the woods
Hiding from zombies
And crazed cannibal gangs alike
Zombies to the right of me
Zombies to the left of me
Zombies ahead of me
Zombies behind me
The world ended that day
And our nightmare world began
Zombies to the right of me
Zombies to the left of me
Zombies ahead of me
Zombies behind me
April 13 Spring Doositsu for Angela Poem a Thon
Waking up seeing you there
Watching you as you wake up
Fills me with such sweat desire
Overcoming my mind
I sit watching you all day
Thinking of you all day long
Wild erotic imaginings
Love making to come
That old blues song come to mind
I just want to make love to you
I just want to make love to you
Nothing more than that that
I end this morning with this thought
You are still the most wonderful
The most beautiful creature
In the whole universe
April 14 Love Jones
I got the Love Jones, baby
And it won’t leave me alone
I got the Love Jones, baby
And it won’t leave me alone
I’ve been writing these love poems
All day long
And I have been dreaming
Of all the ways, I could make love
To my secret lover
If only she will let me be
If only she will open her heart
And let me in
Perhaps the love Jones
Might leave me along
But I got the love Jones
Bad baby
Can’t you tell?
That the love Jones
Has grabbed my Soul
Twisted it up into little pieces
And I need you
To unravel the Love Jones
I need you to answer the call
Of the Love Jones Baby
I need you
To let me be free
Of the spell
Of the Love Jones
I got the Love Jones
Baby
I got it bad
And only you can
Put a stop to the love Jones
Baby
Let me enter your life
Put out the fire of desire
Send the Love Jones packing
And let me make sweat love to you
Oh, Love Jones
Go away
Let me be in peace
Love Jones
Leave me be
Baby
I got the love Jones
For you
Can’t you see?
What you do to me?
I got the Love Jones
Baby and it ain’t going away
Until I get to make love to you
Then perhaps this Love Jones
Will leave me be
Love Jones
April 15 Kim Vs. Trump Twitter War -in memorial of Kim Il Sung’s the Great Leader’s Birthday
President Kim, it is time that we cut the shit and cut a deal #Real Trump
President Trump, it is impossible for us to cut a deal unless you agree to me keeping nukes # Kim Jong-un the Great
President Kim, you know that if I want I can just make you disappear. You can be wiped off the earth in a moment. We know where you live #real Trump
President Trump, we have a nuke with your name on it on a boat sailing up the Potomac and it will blow your ass up any day now so don’t fuck with us. #Kim Jong-un the Great
Kim, your stupid Asian gook. Let me break it down for yah You threaten the US you die and all the North Koreans go to hell. Is it worth it? #real Trump.
Trump, you are so stupid. You are the worst excuse for a human being ever $ Kim Jong-un the Great
Kim, you are the stupid mother fucker. I mean what’s up with that idiot haircut of yours? $real Trump
Trump I would not talk about hair, you orange haired mutant mother fucker. #Kim Jong-un the Great
Kim, it is all real baby and so are my wife’s boobs… #real Trump
Trump, let’s cut the crap and get down to business. How much will you pay us to get rid of the nukes? #kimJongun the Great
Kim, lets meet manor a mano and get it out on the table. No nukes no chems no bioweapons and no more political prisoners to start with #realTrump
Trump, we can discuss. If I can stay in power the rest is negotiable #Kim Jong un the great
Finally, the two of you are talking sense. About time #Xi the President of China
April 16 Why I am not a Christian Easter Thoughts
On Easter Sunday, I often think about Christianity
I don’t understand why anymore would believe such nonsense
The essential story makes no sense
An imaginary all powerful deity that no one has ever seen or heard
Except for psychotic patients or Drug users
Comes down to earth and impregnates a married woman
Who has never had sex for some reason
And her husband is okay with that
Believes her wild story
And still does not have sex
Until after the baby is born
Then there is total silence
Nothing about Jesus’s childhood
30 years later he emerges
Preaching love, peace and brotherhood
And denouncing the corrupt temple leaders
And the Jewish leaders as well
The miracles also don’t make any sense
In the real world, you can’t turn fish into bread
Can’t walk on water
Can raise the dead etc. etc.
Just does not happen
In the world, we live in
And has not happen since those ancient days
Then the last supper makes some sense
Jesus knows he is about to be betrayed
But he does not confront Judas
Does not run away
Does not encourage his disciplines
To run away with him
The whole Jesus Mary M story
Also, does not make sense
Jesus must have been married
Or he was gay
There is no doubt
Either way the story makes no sense
The crucifixion is the only part of the story I buy
Jesus was put to death because he was a rebel leader
And the Romans tolerated no dissent
To the Roman’s right to conquer and rule
The rising from the dead stories
All contradict one another
And Jesus was either walking as a normal human being
Or was a ghost
The door was rent open as if by lightening
Or not
Finally, we have been waiting over 2, 000 years for his return
You would think if the story is remotely true
He would have turned up by now
Except he has
As many lunatics claim to be Jesus
in the flesh
all delusional of course
and that is what I think of Christianity
nothing but fairy tales and mass delusions
surrounding a kernel of truth
Love one again
Treat each other right
Don’t be consumed with greed
But couldn’t that message
Be made simpler
Without all the associated nonsense?
So, on this day I say
Open your minds
And discard the nonsensical elements of Christian thought
And follow the true teachings of Jesus
Even if you don’t believe in the imaginary man in the sky
April 18 Spring Time in Oregon
Spring has finally sprung in Oregon
Escaping from the longer winter prison
That has covered the land with snow
They say that this winter
Was a colder than normal winter
Wetter than normal
As the long drought finally ended
As nature resumed its normal spring thaw
I rejoice
Seeing all the signs of spring
Especially the sight of young beautiful women
Shedding their winter clothes
And walking about in the spring sunshine
So wonderfully alive
So, beautiful and sexy
As they sashay about
Here and there
It makes me smile
All day long
Yes, I love Spring time
Everywhere in the world
But especially in Oregon
My new found second home
April 19 Cats
Cats
I often wonder about Cats
What do they think of us
It seems at time
That cats think of humans
As their slaves
We exist to feed them
To comfort them
To save them from their enemies
And to worship them
Yes, cats are an alien species
Totally different from humanity
Detached, and almost evil
If we ever encounter an alien civilization
God help us if it’s a cat based civilization
We would then be engaged
In the epic mother of all wars
As cats and humans would not get along
The cats would think we were their slaves
And we would resent and fear them
And secretly worship their alien ways
April 20 Secret Agency Man
Secret agent man
Where are you going?
What do you know?
And when did you know it?
What dark secrets do you hide
In your inner soul?
Do you even have a soul anymore?
Or has it been so compromised
That there is nothing left?
But lies, within lies with lies
Do you even know the truth?
Does the truth set you free?
Or is the truth just another lie?
That you tell yourself
I’d like to know
My secret agent man
Perhaps someday you well tell me
Your deepest darkest secrets
And reveal what the government is hiding
But perhaps I can’t handle the truth
So, keep you secrets to yourself
And let them die with you
As you go to your grave
Your secrets buried deep within
Your corrupted soul
Until the end of time
Reveals all
April 21 COSTCO People Watching
I love my COSTCO
I love going there to shop
But most importantly
I love people watching
Looking at people as they walk by
Wondering what their stories are
And covertly checking out the beautiful girls
As they walk on by
And when they smile at me
It makes my day
Yes, I love my COSTCO
And COSTCO Loves Me back
Extracting my money
From my wallet
I go in for one simple thing
And walk out having spent 500 dollars
Yes, COSTCO has my number
And loves me too
Long Live COSTCO
April 22 The Dogs of War are Howling
The Dogs of War
Have been set free
Of their cage
And are out
Howling at the moon
The Dogs of War
Have been set free
To wreck what havoc
Might be
Yes, the Dogs of War
The Hell Hounds
Have bound out of their cages
Sniffed about
And smiled
At the destruction, they saw
They knew soon
They would be in their element
As the world descends into chaos
The Dogs of war
Are at foot
The chaos is upon us
The evil grows and grows
And dark noises are heard
Here and there
And the dogs of war
Smiled
They knew soon
They would be in their element
The war machine
Came to life
The plans came out of the books
The military might be unleashed
And the Dogs of war
Smiled and howled at the moon
And the rest of the world
Shuddered
At the thought of what was yet to be
Satan on the other hand
Was happy as can be
With the evil shit
That was going down
He smiled
Patted his hell hounds
And told his dogs
The war to end all wars
Armageddon is upon us my friend
Soon, mankind will know
The face of absolute evil
And they will love it
When I take over
The armies prepare
The bombers prepare
And the dogs of war
Are happy
Unleashed to do their mischief
And soon millions may die
And the pits of hell
Will open
And the judgement day
May be upon us all
Madness descends upon the land
The fog of hate envelops us all
And reason and civilization
Fall away
As the Dogs of War
And their minions
Take over the minds of man
And the end of the world
And the beginning of the end times
Come upon us all
The usual lies descend upon the world
Kim Jong un is evil personified
He must be destroyed over there
Before he can destroy us over here
The lies continue unabated
And Kim plays along
With each day unleashing another threat
With Trump and his minions
Responding in time
Saying the time for talk is over
The time for robust action is here
The machinery of war
Once unleashed
Can’t easily be stopped
There is a certain cruel logic
That demands that the war go on
And people die
And people suffer
And the US goes bankrupt
Morally and fiscally
And the evil that men do
Goes on and on and on
But the war machine must be fed
The munitions makers must be paid
As each million-dollar missile is launched
Millions more are made
And the corporations
Think of the endless profits
To be made
Every time they kill
With the war machines
But who cares about the victims
They are nothing but collateral damage
Who cares about the soldiers
Nothing but cannon fodder
Who gives a damn
About the dead
They are dead and gone
Just think about the profits
Think about the profits
Satan is happy
The dogs of war are free at last
April 23 Suburban Laundromat – thanks to Don Teeter for the inspiration from a FB posting
Suburban Laundromat Scenes
Suburban laundromat
Anywhere USA
I often go to a suburban laundromat
Near my suburban apartment
I can sit in my car
Listen to jazz, classical or blues
On my car’s radio
And watch my machine
Doing its suburban laundry duty
Just spinning and spinning and cleaning
Doing its thing its laundry thing
The neighborhood is anywhere USA
Strip malls, apartment houses, townhouses
A fire station, a police station
Banks, cell phone shops
Restaurants from around the world
At the parking lot’s edge
As I approach I notice
Gentlemen of the off-grid class
Sitting among their Hogs
Stoned off the semi legal weed
Smiling at me
With an I don’t give a fuck attitude
That is somewhat contagious
They tell stories
Paranoid ramblings
Containing a kernel of truth
As they watch their clothes
Like a hawk
The clothes spin and spin and spin
As the laundry machine does its laundry thing
The machines don’t care about what we humans think
They just do their duty as the man says
Across the old run down boulevard
The light rail line uses a right of way
That dates to the mid 1850’s
An old Indian game trail perhaps
That the white man turned into the first road
In these parts
People come and go
Some in cars
Some on foot
People from all over the world
Speaking languages from everywhere
But all understand English to some extent
And many understand Spanish to some extent
I feel everyone is united
Chiefly by their transience
And think back on old Latin saying
Sic transit Gloria mundi
And wonder if these are the end days
And ask the laundry machine
What does it think
The laundry machine pauses
Seems to think
And looks at me
Almost saying
WTF do you think
A laundry machine knows?
And so, I gather my items
Nod to the regulars
Who interrupt their endless paranoid arguments
Acknowledging my existence
And I stumble back
To my suburban apartment
Truly paradise on earth
April 24 I Want You Right Now
I still want you
More than anything else in life
I want you
I want you next to me
I want you every moment
Of every minute
Of every day
I need you in my life
I need your wisdom
I need your kindness
I need your beauty
I need your special wit
And I need your ability
To deal with this cruel world
I need you to save me
From the demons
That haunt my Soul
For you are my soul mate
The only person
Whoever completed me
And made life worth living
April 25 The Decline of America
You see it everywhere
The unmistakable signs
That the decline of America
Is in full swing
And we have gone past the tipping point
There is nowhere left to go
But downward
As the Empire begins to collapse
Victim of imperial overreach
Like all empires before
The DC metro on a good day
Is a broken-down remnant
Of a once proud system
The future of mass transit
Its proponents said
The interstate highway system
Is falling apart day by day
The cost of rebuilding America mounts
And our politicians are afraid
That it will costs trillions of dollars
Just to prevent the US from collapsing
Into third world irrelevance
We have the world’s most expensive military
A million dollars per missile
And yet we can’t find the money
To provide decent health care for all
Bombs, and tax cuts for the wealthy
Are the only things
That the Republicans care about
And the world looks in amazement
At the clown boy President
As he struts about
Looking more and more
Like some Banana Republic
President for life
With his family grabbing as much loot
As they can
From the federal government
Before the coming revolution
Overthrows them
When did we start this decline?
Some say 1960s started it
Others say Nixon’s to blame
Others claim that it was Carter’s fault
Or Saint Reagan’s fault
Or the other boy President GW Bush
Or Obama the fake American’s fault
Does it really matter
All I know
Is the America I knew
The can do anything country
Is alas no more
And I morn for our lost liberties
Our lost sense of purpose
Our lost sense that America
Was the last great hope of Mankind
And still I wonder
Can America be made great again?
As our President Trump proclaims
The end times approaches
Nuclear war is talked about
Another missile crisis
And instead of JFK leading the country
We have Donald John Trump
The one and only
The greatest con man
To ever get elected
And I fear the end is in sight
As America begins its decline
Will we be one country
Or will we erupt into a civil war
The right claims that the left has started it
And the left claims that the right has started it
And both sides claim that the civil war
Is inevitable
A fight for the future of our country
And so, it goes
The decline of empires
And I pray
That I may survive
The end of times
April 27 Life is Wonderful
This morning I woke up
Always a good thing
At age 61
I looked out my window
And saw a bright blue sky
Nice Spring time weather
Not a frown in the sky
Not a cloud to hide
The bright late April Sun
I looked over
And saw her there
As always
The nighttime anxieties fade away
And I realize once again
Everything will be okay
If she is with me
And I said to myself
What a wonderful day
April 28 Sandwich Choices
There are so many choices to be had
When ordering a sandwich
What kind of bread
What kind of meat or any meat
What kind of cheese or any cheese
Whether to have sprouts or not
Whether to have a pickle or not
Whether to go with a classic peanut butter
And something sandwich
I loved peanut butter sandwiches
As a kid
Peanut butter and sweat pickles were my favorite
Peanut butter and banana is good also
Peanut butter and strawberry jam
What a delightful memory
My current favorite
Is a BLT with sprouts, avocado, and kosher dill pickles?
Heirloom red tomatoes one slice per each half
Avocado one half per each half
One half pickle on each half
Bacon cooked just right – well done but not black
Sprouts and lettuce just right
Timamook Yellow smoked cheder cheese
On each half
On Gluten Free bread
with chipotle mayo
And Dijon mustard
Cut in half
Truly a sandwich made in heaven
And bacon makes everything
Taste so damn nice
And God if you are reading this poem
You had better prepare them for me
Or Heaven will not be worth it
Does Satan serve BLT sandwiches
I wonder
Probably not
Probably you become the bacon
In his hell sandwiches
April 29 More Coffee Blues
One morning as I drank my fake coffee
I needed to go out and get a cup of real coffee
The fake coffee just did not do the trick
It tasted almost like the real thing
But just did not have that kick
And I needed it bad
I needed the real coffee buzz
I realized that I was a coffee addict
I tried to just drink decafe
But was boring
And almost as bad as the fake coffee
That I drank
Caffeine was bad for me
I knew it
But I craved the rush
Craved the intense buzz
Craved the hyperactivity
Kept me all day
And caused me nightmares
Sometimes for days on end
I knew I could not handle it
But like all addicts
I needed my coffee buzz
And so, I once more
Drank my drug of choice
And entered the coffee zone
As I fried my brain
With caffeine
The last legal drug
In neo-puritan America
And I smiled as I gave in
To the intoxicating smell
And flavor of my coffee
And surrender my free will
And drank my coffee
Waiting for the nightmares to come
April 30 Rambling Man -Where Do I Belong?
I have been a rambling man
All my adult life
Grew up in Berkeley, California
Went to College in Hayward and Oberlin
During my lost year
Lost in a fog of booze and pot
Then I came back to reality
And went to college
In Stockton, California
The central Valley
Ohio transplanted to California
Then after four years in Stockton
With extended weekends
and breaks in Berkeley
I became an expatriate wanderer
Peace Corps worker in Korea
Then taught ESL in Korea
For four years
Occasionally returning to my home
But always wanting to be elsewhere
Then back to Korea
And then Seattle for four years
Driving back and forth to the bay area
Stopping off in Southern Oregon
Eventually bought a house and duplex
In Southern Oregon
Vaguely thinking we would retire there
Some day when my rambling ways were over
Then back to Korea for three more years
Then I joined the Foreign service
And my wife the military
And I wandered the world again
Always somewhere
Always dreaming of my next somewhere
Never there
As I was a permanent expat
And a diplomat to boot
Never a local
But never really felt I belong there
Or in the America
That was becoming more and more
A foreign land
The longer I stayed away
I stayed on in DC for almost ten years
Off and on
But never really felt that I belong there
I was too West Coast in my heart
And DC seemed to be
Just a place to stay
In between travels
Stayed in Thailand
Then later India
And Eastern Caribbean
And later Spain
Traveled to 45 countries
Lived in ten
And now I am retired
Still torn between
living the expat life
In Seoul, Korea
And returning to the West Coast
And occasionally back to DC
and Florida as well
And I wonder
Where do I belong
Where do I belong
Other than wherever
My wife and I end up
Neither here nor there
Half way there
And so is that my fate
Never to really belong
Never to have roots in the ground
Always wanting to be somewhere else
Always a stranger in my native land
And a stranger in my other home
Across the sea
There is no answer to these questions
As the rambling urge comes again
And I prepare to move yet again
Hoping someday I will be
Somewhere where I can stop
These rambling blues
And really be there
Author notes
these 30 poems were written for the Triferta journal April poem a thon contest
Wagontire oregon 1973, 2016
by Jake Aller on April 9, 2017. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
In 1973, i went on a road trip
With my Father
We left Berkelely to go to Yakima
Where my father had a summer cabin
He was a college professor
And had July and August off
And we spent our summers
Every summer from 68 to 78
In that mountain cabin
Our whole dysfunctional family
Our annual trip to hell and back
And we did noot get along at all
We decided to drive through Eastern Oregon
Just my Father and me
Just for the hell of it
The rest of the family was already there
My Father and i shared a travel lust
Loved to go to new places
One of tbe few things we shared
This was one of our best trips
We actually got along
Which was unusual
Normally our relationship
Was fraught with tension
As we were so different
We left Klamath falls
A real noting burg in those days
And headed east along highway 395
As we entered the desert of eastern oregon
We entered a different world
High mountain desert
Almost no one on the road
Then we saw the sign
Wagontire oregon
100 miles ahead
99 miles
98 miles
We counted down the signs
Mile after mile
As we drove into the gsthering dusk
We speculated that wagontire
Must be a giant truck stop
An oasis in the desert
In the middle of no where
We pulled into town
Nothing but a gas station
Motel and cafe
We decided to stop
Last gas for 100 miles
According to the highway sign
In the morning
We chasted with the owner
He was the sherrif fire chief
Owner of the motel gas station
The only business in town
And the only place open
For one hundred miles
I noticed a sign outside
Welcome to wagontire, oregon
Population 2 1/2 humans 10 dogs
200000 sheep
I asked tge sherrif
Who is the half human
He said my idiot son
And we left
200 miles
We finally left eastern oregon
2016
In 2016 my wife and i drove through eastern oregon
As part of our epic cross country trip
31 states 100000 miles in three months
On the way from n
Medford to yellowstone
We drove along highway 395
40 years since my trip with my father
The signs for wagontire were gone
As we drove through the town
The motel was abandonded
Nothing there at all
The motel was in ruins
Just another ghost town
And that sign was gone too
Just a small sign saying
Wagontire oregon
We speculared about wagontire
And all the other nothing burgs
We drove through that summer
Heart of Trump’s forgoten America
Fly over country
Author notes
Reflections on my visit to wagontire oregon in 73 and 2016
Landlord blues
by Jake Aller on April 9, 2017. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
I am a landlord
Owner of property
Here, there and elswhere
Have been for years
I have tenants
And tenant issues galore
I receive rent from the tenants
It seems that money grows
On the proverbial tree
But at times
From time to time
I hate being a landlord
I suppose in my heart
I am a socialist with with a bleeding heart
But my wife is comfortable as an landlord
She calls me a hypocrite
And a wild romantic goat
Born under the sign of the goat
And i call her a capitalist pig
Born under the sign of the golden pig
Author notes
Poem 8 for poem a thon
Watching cats hunt april 7th
by Jake Aller on April 9, 2017. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Early morning
Watching two white cats
Hunting a white dove
The cats hunt in pairs
Tracking the bird
The bird flies away
Safe for now
As I think about the cats
The hunt goes on
Such is life
And the fate of cats
And birds
Author notes
Poem 7th for april poem athon
Spring Time on Capitol Hill
by Jake Aller on April 5, 2017. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Sitting on a bench
In Lincoln Park
Heart of Capitol Hill
Beating heart of the Empire
On a warm Spring Day
Watching the Cherry trees
Watching Me
Wondering what thoughts
They must have heard
The things they have seen
Over the years
But they are quiet
They do not say a word
As I fall into my spring time dreams
Sitting on that bench
Seeing the children and dogs play
Looking at Spring flowers
And pretty women
As they stroll by
Hearing the sounds of the city
As I dream of my past life
Memories of places and people
I said to myself
What a wonderful life
Author notes
written on capitol hill on a nice spring day
ghosts from world war 11
by Jake Aller on January 30, 2017. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Ghosts from World War Two
12-17 2013 5 am
I am walking through a crowded rural trail in rural France. With a start I realize I am walking through a world war 11 graveyard. The graves have released the dead and the dead are walking trying to communicate but they are merely ghostly images of the dead soldiers. Millions of them lost wandering about and when they see me they beseech me to help them find their lost loves and I tell them that I cannot help them that they are dead and then they cry and the anguished sounds of the dead and dying soldiers fill the air and the room is filled with the sounds and terrors of the long ago battle. The scene shifts a bit and I am marching into battle with them before they had died and realize that the end is coming but there is nothing I can do but watch the coming of death and watch with horror the death of my new best friends. Then the scene clears the ghosts smile and say, “see that’s what happened to us. Please tell the world to not do this again. Please end the war everywhere. Please Please Please… “And I promise and wake up feeling that I had made a commitment but to whom and what I knew not.
Author notes
from my dream journals
Everything will be all right
by Jake Aller on January 30, 2017. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Everything Will Be All Right, Everything Will Be All Right
12-12-2013 4:30 am
In the midst of my gloomy thoughts
Of the endless nightmare
Of my endless despair
I looked over
And saw my wife
Sleeping peacefully away
And I hugged her
And felt something stir in me
I heard an angel’s voice
Saying “everything will be all right, everything will be all right”
And then I saw her wake up
Smiling at me
And a chorus of angels filled the room
Singing “everything will be all right, everything will be all right”
And I smiled
And she went back to sleep
The angelic chords faded away
And the darkness that had infected my soul
Began to recede back into the dark corners
From which it sprung
And I smiled
And chanted alongside the angelic choir
Everything will be all right
Everything will be all right
And I knew it would be
As long as I had her by my side
And I smiled
And got up
Knowing that I had defeated
The darkness once more
And I was ready
To face the dawning day
Everything will be all right
Author notes
feeling at 4 am
where do you and I begin?
by Jake Aller on January 30, 2017. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Where Do You and I Begin Love
I woke up one day and realized
I no longer knew
where you and I began
and where you and I ended
we had become almost one
We talked in half sentences
Knowing what the other wanted
and knowing how it would end
We ate the same foods with some resistance
because I still crave an old fashioned American meal
but still we were becoming more and more the same
and I was scared of loosing myself
In your embrace
and becoming you
and you becoming me
and this fear of losing me
in the ocean of us
overwhelms me at time
but I know that I will always
Return to your arms
because I cannot live
A moment without you at my side
and I know you are the same
we feel each other’s inner pain
we feel each other’s outer pain
and our history has merged
into one
and is that the secret
of a long marriage?
Have I figured it all out
in the end does it come to this?
a merging of two souls and two bodies?
I don’t have the answers
But I don’t have any more doubts
or regrets at the path I have taken
I still look forward
to waking up each
Seeing you there
and knowing that everyday
we have together
is a gift that I will cherish
Until my dying breath
Author notes
more reflections on marriage
the storm is coming
by Jake Aller on January 30, 2017. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
The Storm is Coming
January 3, 2012
I see a dangerous storm brewing in America
I hear the dangerous creeping sounds
I see on TV
The grinning masses
The lies
the politicians dancing on the grave
of freedom
I fear the growing power
The power of the intolerant ones
The power of their mightily wave
the coming of fascism
the coming of neo-Hitlerism
The coming of war
To consume us all
This time
No one will save us
from the evil that surrounds us
God they say is on our side
and the darkness gathers hold
the evil slips out
The madness begins again
and those who see the light
those who know the right
and drowned out by the might
Might makes right
In the end
Does it matter
as slavery descends upon us all
the 1 percent have their revenge
The rest of us don’t matter
We are mere cogs
In the wheel
and always have
and always will
That is God’s will
and who are we to disagree
with the word of God
and so I and my fellows
are marched off to our doom
resistance is futile
resistance is futile
resistance is futile
Author notes
thoughts about our new president
Chains that Bind Us
by Jake Aller on January 30, 2017. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Chains that Bind Us
January 2, 2012
I realize that my love for you
Is like a chain of steel
Unbreakable
Tough as nails
and yet as your love entangles me
I realize that I embrace my imprisonment
and don’t want to venture out of my cell
Made of our years together
bit by bit we have become entangled
Where I end and you begin
Hopelessly enter tangled
Even if I wanted to break free
I could not
For I am you and you are me
and my fate is in your hands
and so I relax
and decide to just
Enjoy the ride of my life
as we move towards the final moments
together as we have always been
Inseparable, merged into one being
Starting at each other
wondering who is that person
Of eternal mystery
That has so captured my soul
and imprisoned it in her love
And I smile thinking of your love
and the endless pleasure it has brought me
and the endless pain that I have endured
Just to be next to you
and part of you
Until the day I die
and we meet in the next world
Author notes
reflections on 37 years of marriage
enemy of the people
by Jake Aller on January 29, 2017. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Enemy of the People
My name is Jake Lee. It is 2055 and this is the story of how I became an enemy of the people. At the time the story began last winter I was a high-school senior who had a part-time job as a janitor/city street cleaner in Berkeley, California. I was preparing to take my mandatory tests soon and am worried about my future as my grades don’t seem to be that high. I didn’t want to be swept away into the army as a military conscript to fight overseas in one of the many wars that seem to happen all the time, but I would do my duty as the propaganda signs across the street proclaim.
It was 12 noon and I decided to skip school that afternoon and do some reading. But, I needed to go have lunch first and I needed some money for the bus-subway. So I go looking for my sister who works for the bus company. She might be able to comp me a free ticket if her boss is not looking too hard. Besides it was lunch time. I wanted to find a new Chinese restaurant for lunch.
Berkeley was filled with Chinese, Koreans, Japanese, Vietnamese, Indians, Pakistanis and other Asians as was the entire State of California which was about ½ Mexican, ¼ Asian and ¼ white with some native peoples and a few blacks as well. Most of the blacks had long since left California and moved back to the Deep South which was now majority black. Most of the country was majority non-white except for the Mountain states which were almost all white. Most whites thought that they would be selected for college, and after military service as an officer, corporation or senior government service.
Some of us though were unfortunate to be mixed race and in our Pure Republican Country only Whites could aspire to management positions. Everyone else – well there was always need for cannon fodder for the military, and the county government had a large work force for projects like the endless urban renewal that was to create better cities but just seem to create more luxury housing and fewer options for the 70% of the population who were minority or poor (and that was most of the minorities and lots of whites and almost all the mestizos as we had started calling ourselves.) And there were hundreds of small, illegal business everywhere serving the majority of the population who could not afford to shop in the fancy shopping malls that ring the edges of the cities. Thus most of the population worked from time to time in one small establishment or another for low wages, under the table cash payments, and occasionally worked for free to pay off debts or to pay for hospital treatments. Medical insurance = forget about it. Only white people received it.
I was part Cherokee, part black, part Spanish, part German and Irish and looked it. I was tall, thin, with dark skin, but intense blue eyes. Some suggested a career in the movies/TV where that pan-ethnic look was perfect for roles as villains. But I wanted to be a leading man and that would never happen as I was not “Aryan”.
Funny how that term had come back in fashion about a decade after the Department of Homeland Security had taken over the government and dissent was effectively outlawed. Sure the constitution was the law of the land and the bill of rights were paid lip service to but everyone knew the limits of free speech and the media were owned by the corporations. No free papers existed anywhere except in cyberspace and those were always monitored and shut down when they got too far from the “mainstream.” And anyone foolish enough to read them risked being picked up by the new Gestapo – the Homeland Security’s Internal Security Police. And funny, how that word, Gestapo had also come back in fashion.
I had recently begun to read history but not the official propaganda they subjected to us in school. This worried my parents who had grown up in the old world and remembered what really happened. My father if he was good and drunk would regale us with stories of the old days and curse the National American Republican Party for turning the US into a dictatorship of the rich for the rich. Only white people who owned property whose parents were members of the old Republican Party could vote or hold office. If any of your ancestors were minorities, or were homosexuals, or were atheists or were members of something called the Democratic party, you would be labeled as “Politically Unreliable,” (“PU”) – and forever denied access to higher education, a good job, decent housing but you still could enlist in the military as they always needed people, including minorities, and “PU” people.
According to the official history, the NARP had come to power about 50 years ago after the collapse of communism which led to the growth of Islamic terrorists. The terrorists were determined to destroy liberty and freedom for the White Race. They were destroyed in a series of wars around the world and peace, freedom and liberty were renewed for the United States of America. The US now consisted of the old USA and part of Canada (which had always been part of the USA according to the official history). Mexico was one of our enemy nations and controlled most of Latin America along with Brazil. Chilitina was a lone outpost of White Christendom in the South and we were always fighting either Mexico or Brazil over some insult or another. According to the official history, the USA under the glorious leadership of the NARP always won after a quick and short military police action against the Catholic Roman-Islamic controlled forces of evil.
Canada had a rump state known as KZY Republic which was filled with crazies, drug taking freaks and free thinkers. The USA government had surrounded it with tanks and troops and had it contained but for the most part left it alone. There was a substantial underground of KZY supporters in the USA. They maintained that the KZY republic was the last real free republic left on earth and they had recruiters looking for new people to join them in revolution. I had met one of those recruiters and was on my way to lunch to join him and some of my high school friends. Hence the search for a new Chinese restaurant (Chinamen were known for being KZY sympathizers).
Quebec was also an independent nation, but was allied with Mexico and we had to invade it every so often as they keep shipping arms to the Mohak and other native people who had become terrorists demanding that the White Man be kicked out of the Continent.
Europe was split between the New European Federation of old Russia, the former Soviet states, which resembled the USA – run by the Russian Slavic Peoples Party, dedicated to promoting the interests of the White Slavic nation against its Islamic enemies – and Germany, France, and Italy. Scandinavian were independent countries after the NATO and EU fell apart. Official history says that the old structures were unworkable and that there was a popular desire for freedom from the corrupt bureaucrats. Germany and Italy were friendly countries run by their version of the NARP.
France was one of our enemy countries. The UK was now known as the British Empire and controlled most of Africa, and parts of SE Asia. The UK was run by their version of the NARP. The NARP even had an international union of democratic republican parties which met every year to coordinate policies, but the USA was always in charge. Funny how that works too.
China was the dominant player in Asia and was sometimes with us, sometimes against us. Korea, Japan, Vietnam were controlled by China. Indonesia, Malaysia, and Singapore were allied with the UK. India dominated the South Asian republics and was allied with the US although their Hindu-nationalist grated on some in the Christian community in the USA.
That’s the world I live in middle part of the 21st century. As you can see I don’t fit in – I am not pure white, my ancestors were Political Suspect on both sides, I grew up in the projects in Berkeley, which still has a reputation as being out of touch with mainstream America, and I did not go to church. There is only one church left in the USA.
The American Patriotic Church of Jesus. This church according to the official history came about in the early 60’s as a revolt against the attempt of the secular humanists to destroy Christendom. The Secular humanists were defeated around 2010 when the NARP declared the end of the corrupt old republic. Since then we have lived in peace, and happiness under the enlighten leadership of the NARP. Elections still happened every couple of years but who cared? No one I knew could vote. But the media still made it a huge farce.
The real history says that the American Patriotic Church of Jesus was founded by the NARP as a means of keeping the Christian community in line. It brought together the conservative evangelist churches and put them under the control of the Southern Baptist Convention which renamed itself the APCJ. They self-appointed an American Church leader to serve as the “anti-pope.” The APCJ declared it to be the savior of white Christendom and was constantly on war with the Catholics, and the “unchurched.”
Catholics, free thinkers, Jews, Buddhists, Hindus and Muslims are still free to worship but if you openly proclaim you belong to a minority faith you will be labeled PU and find yourself in lots of trouble, for yourself and your children. These alternative churches are not allowed to advertise, use the mass media, have schools, or own property. Members of their clergy are also not exempt from the occasional mandatory military service that most men face, nor are they allowed to have a salary from the church. They are essentially unpaid part-time priests. And it is amazing that there are any of them left given the constant anti-minority faith propaganda in the mainstream media and TV.
Being a Muslim is particularly dangerous as most of the Mideast is controlled by radical Islamic states who have vowed to destroy the modern world. They bomb things here and there and there are always crackdowns. The Muslims tend to live in ghettos along with the Mexicans, Blacks, Asians, PU whites and mestizos. I live in a ghetto called West Berkeley. I am one of the few blue eyed chaps around. I have had to learn to fight from my first birthday and now I have a grudging respect for being a tough mother fucker and for being a brilliant speaker and thinker. That gets me in trouble at school where they want people to learn the party line and not question things. I have been threatened with being shipped off to rededication through labor camps every week. I have not yet gone and I think these camps in the dessert are mostly empty now. Few people openly discuss their hatred of the NARP; you never knew who was an informer or a true believer. Funny how it worked, even though the NARP was openly hostile to minorities and to dissidents, there were still people in the Ghetto who were supportive of the NARP. Why I never knew. Like I said, no one ever wanted to discuss these things openly as who knew was listening. And bugs were everywhere except deep in the heart of the Ghetto. They had other kinds of bugs to deal with if you know what I mean.
Life for the majority of the population is difficult – housing is lousy, few can afford private cars, crime in the ghetto is violent and rampant and often random as angry people go off for no apparent reason. Most people have been to numerous funerals by the time they turn 18. The authorities are simply not concerned with crime in the ghetto; rather they are terrified the chaos will spread to “real America” where the white minority lives very well indeed.
In real America you live in gated communities with servants who are not paid much. You have private schools, and you will be going to college now that college admission is reserved for white people and rich foreigners. No minorities other than rich foreign Asians and foreign Europeans are allowed to attend college. If you are minority, or PU – forget about it; although they do admit 1 percent of their student body from among the minority communities to promote diversity. But those Uncle Toms as we call them are usually the sons or daughters of some servant to some rich asshole and who knows what they had to do to get their child into one of the diversity admissions slots.
In the real America, Fathers and Mothers both work hard in huge offices downtown and in suburban office parks. The middle class commute by trains that are too expensive for the majority of the population who commute by bus, or walk the streets. The upper class commutes by limo driven by drivers who are all minority members.
The biggest problem the rich face is finding reliable help as all domestic helpers must pass stringent security screening and most of the population would fail a polygraph when asked, “Do you loyally support the government of the American National Republican Party?” And finding a minority member of the party – forget about it. Only whites are allowed.
Every so often a white person falls from grace as the local saying has it and ends up in the Ghetto. It is usually because they meet up with a KZY recruiter, or read suspect literature or ask inconvenient questions. They end up losing their college scholarship and are subject to immediate drafting into the army. The army is all minority or PU and they hate the draftee white boys and torment them and sometimes frag them. The officers are all white but lower middle class white and usually are sympathetic to the troops and hate the draftees as well.
Lower middle class whites live a difficult life – housing is expensive as the rich own most of it. The rental units available usually front the Ghetto or are in the ghetto and white people are afraid of the Ghetto or Chinatown. And for good reason I might add. One of the favorite past times in the Ghetto is harassing the white people who wonder into the Ghetto on business or to buy drugs or illicit sex. Yeah, drugs and sex outside of marriage are illegal as hell in “real America” but are everywhere in the ghetto. And funny how some guys are still lusting after homosexual sex even though that is trees maximum illegal squared in the “Real America.” Supplying drugs and sex to the tourists is big business in the Ghetto or Chinatown. Funny how that has not changed since the old days either.
Chinatown has decent Chinese restaurants for the tourists, but these are all on the edge of Chinatown. Most of Chinatown is off limits to non-Asians. Chinatown occupies most of old Oakland as the SF Chinatown was closed down when SF became an enclave for white people. East Oakland was now known as the Mission East and was all Mexican or mestizos. West Berkeley, where I live, is mostly black, Mexican, Asian, Mestizos, and PU whites. Richmond is all black. Albany is lower middle class white, with some minorities living there as well. The Berkeley, Richmond and Oakland hills are all rich white enclaves, heavily guarded by the police who check ID’s of all minority visitors. The students live in huge guarded dormitories near the campus. Off campus housing is for the grad students and junior faculty. The University and the city exist in an uneasy truce with the University behind a huge gate.
I meet up with my sister, Inga. She is happy to see me but worried that my developing interests in the real history as it is called will get me into serious trouble and her family as well. She is only a few years older than me and already has children. Her husband is also mestizos as marriage is prohibited across racial lines. Having sex with white women is considered rape and the penalty is public execution. Once a week there are executions carried out on TV. These programs are among the highest rated programs. They always start off with a clip from the trial, a short reenactment of the crime, and pronouncement by the judge. Local politicians line up to be on the show to re-read the pronouncement, followed by the execution – usually by firing squad. Funny thing though – the criminals are all minorities and the judges all white and the crimes were all committed in white areas. The ghetto is filled with violent criminals but the police never show up after you call in the crime. So we have our own courts and the real violent mother fuckers are usually stomped to death after a quick trial by some of the elders. I have participated in such trials and have served as an executioner’s assistant.
I leave my sister with my weekly bus pass, and two tidbits of info – there is new Chinese restaurant that is both good and cheap, and my friend Ricky is urgently looking for me.
I go to Ricky’s house and find the door open. Ricky is 6 feet 4 inches tall and works out every day. He is in the football team which is one of the few avenues left for minority men to make it big in the real world. – Though salaries are way down since they liberalized importing athletes from other countries. The day of multi-million dollars’ salaries are long gone. But then tickets are still cheap now a day although going to the stadium is usually difficult as they are located in the white areas and public transit sucks in that part of the city. The whites all have cars or drivers. Only the poor take the bus. And the police look askance at any minority person who manages to get to the game anyway. The audiences for the games is mostly white, the poor watch on TV or don’t pay attention anymore.
Anyway I digress. I walked in on Ricky and find him tied up, with his father, mother and sister all tied up. Five mean looking white men in black suites are beating them up asking for information about me! Jake. Ricky sees me and motions me to get the fuck out. I jump out the window moments before it is blown away by a military issued AKZ. I think perhaps the fact that I am becoming known as an advocate of the real history is starting to piss off the NARP’s private army known as the Defenders of the Truth.
The “Defenders of the Truth” don’t officially exist and are not paid for by the government or the party. Right. They are just local white people who get it in their head that they have to go chase down and terrorize upidity minorities and dissidents from time to time. And of course they did not take orders from the Gestapo either as the DT did not exist and never existed either. I did not want to wait around and find out what they wanted from me or even if they really existed. I mean I saw with my own eyes that they were mean mother fuckers and were beating Ricky’s family to death. I knew if stuck around, it would not be good for my karma or my health. And I did not want to be drafted into the army or find myself in a reeducation camp, even if they also did not exist.
I can’t go home so I wander into Chinatown which is well known as a no go zone for white people. I reach the restaurant and tell them of my troubles. They assure me that they will help me. They feed me and offer me a job as a runner – a passer of information and underground lotto results. A lucrative but somewhat dangerous job. You can’t trust the electronic medium as everything is bugged. You can’t trust phone calls, cells, the net. The only way to get confidential messages across is to hire a messenger boy. We ride around town on cool bikes and are usually allowed in white zoned areas as the white owned businesses use us a lot as they don’t trust the government at times. Why I can’t figure out – they own the god damned government after all.
The advantage: it is off the books, tax free, and allows me to say goodbye to my former life as a future slave in the new world order of the NARP.
The disadvantage: I will now belong forever to the Ghetto and never be able to escape my fate as a member of the disadvantaged majority. So I vow to make the most of it, and read as much as I can, and maybe light out for the KZY republic if things get too hairy. Mr. Chen, the Chinese owner of my new restaurant says he can get me on the underground railroad to KZY but only if I work for him for a year or two.
I say, why not? What else do I have to do? I mean it ain’t as if I was born a rich white boy living in the “Real America” just outside the Ghetto.
The New American National Republic Party Rules Forever
My name is no one, but you can call me JC. It is 2055 and this is the story of how I became an enemy of the people. At the time the story began last winter I was a high-school senior who had a part-time job as a janitor/city street cleaner in Berkeley, California.
I was preparing to take my mandatory tests soon and am worried about my future as my grades don’t seem to be that high. As a non-white from a politically suspect but, my options were quite limited.
I could get into college if my scores were super high and I qualified for a “diversity” scholarship but that was not realistic = less than 1 percent were awarded per year.
I could find a job working for a corporation but these were limited and the competition was fierce.
I could disappear into the underground economy working for illegal corporations doing quasi legal jobs and making just about starvation wages.
Perhaps I could make it in the entertainment business as everyone says I have the perfect “pan ethnic look” to play a villain on TV or the movies. And I tried out for drama at high school and got a part and had the acting bug already.
Or I could be swept up into the military. I didn’t want to be swept away into the army as a military conscript to fight overseas in one of the many wars that seem to happen all the time, but I would do my duty as the propaganda signs across the street proclaim.
It was 12 noon and I decided to skip school that afternoon and do some reading. But, I needed to go have lunch first and I needed some money for the bus-subway. So I go looking for my sister who works for the bus company. She might be able to comp me a free ticket if her boss is not looking too hard. Besides it was lunch time. I wanted to find a new Chinese restaurant for lunch.
Berkeley was filled with Chinese, Koreans, Japanese, Vietnamese, Indians, Pakistanians and other Asians as was the entire State of California which was about ½ Mexican, ¼ Asian and ¼ white with some native peoples and a few blacks as well. Most of the blacks had long since left California and moved back to the Deep South which was now majority black. Most of the country was majority non-white except for the Mountain states which were almost all white.
Most whites thought that they would be selected for college, and after serving in the military service as an officer, end up working for the corporations, the church or senior government service.
Some of us though were unfortunate to be mixed race and in our Pure Republican Country only Whites could aspire to management positions. Everyone else – well there was always need for cannon fodder for the military, and the county government had a large work force for projects like the endless urban renewal that was to create better cities but just seem to create more luxury housing and fewer options for the 70% of the population who were nonwhite And there were hundreds of small, illegal business everywhere serving the majority of the population who could not afford to shop in the fancy shopping malls that ring the edges of the cities. Thus most of the population worked from time to time in one small establishment or another for low wages, under the table cash payments, and occasionally worked for free to pay off debts or to pay for hospital treatments. Medical insurance = forget about it. Only white people received it.
I was part Cherokee, part black, part Spanish, part German and Irish and looked it. I was tall, thin, with dark skin, but intense blue eyes. Some suggested a career in the movies/TV where that pan-ethnic look was perfect for roles as villains. But I wanted to be a leading man and that would never happen as I was not “Aryan”.
Funny how that term had come back in fashion about a decade after the Department of Homeland Security had taken over the government and dissent was effectively outlawed. Sure the constitution was the law of the land and the bill of rights were paid lip service to but everyone knew the limits of free speech and the media were owned by the corporations. No free papers existed anywhere except in cyberspace and those were always monitored and shut down when they got too far from the “mainstream.” And anyone foolish enough to read them risked being picked up by the new Gestapo – the Homeland Security’s Internal Security Police. And funny, how that word, Gestapo had also come back in fashion.
I had recently begun to read history but not the official propaganda they subjected to us in school. This worried my parents who had grown up in the old world and remembered what really happened. My father if he was good and drunk would regale us with stories of the old days and curse the National American Republican Party for turning the former U.S. A. into a dictatorship of the rich for the rich. Only white people who owned property whose parents were members of the old Republican Party could vote or hold office. If any of your ancestors were minorities, or were homosexuals, or were atheists or were members of something called the Democratic party, you would be labeled as “Politically Unreliable,” (“PU”) – and forever denied access to higher education, a good job, decent housing but you still could enlist in the military as they always needed people, including minorities, and “PU” people.
According to the official history, the NARP had come to power about 50 years ago after the collapse of communism which led to the growth of Islamic terrorists. The terrorists were determined to destroy liberty and freedom for the White Race. They were destroyed in a series of wars around the world and peace, freedom and liberty were renewed for the Christian United States of America. The CUSA now consisted of the old USA and part of Canada (which had always been part of the USA according to the official history). Mexico was one of our enemy nations and controlled most of Latin America along with Brazil. Chilitina was a lone outpost of White Christendom in the Southern hemisphere and was a close ally of the Republican Christian States of America.
We were always fighting either Mexico or Brazil over some insult or another. According to the official history, the CUSA under the glorious leadership of the NARP always won after a quick and short military police action against the Catholic Roman-Islamic controlled forces of evil.
The former independent republic of Canada had a rump state known as KZY Republic which was filled with crazies, drug taking freaks and free thinkers. It was located in the far northwestern corner of the continent. The CUSA government had surrounded it with tanks and troops and had it contained but for the most part left it alone. There was a substantial underground of KZY supporters in the USA. They maintained that the KZY republic was the last real free republic left on earth and they had recruiters looking for new people to join them in revolution. I had met one of those recruiters and was on my way to lunch to join him and some of my high school friends. Hence the search for a new Chinese restaurant (Chinamen were known for being KZY sympathizers).
Quebec was also an independent nation, but was allied with Mexico and we had to invade it every so often as they keep shipping arms to the Mohak and other native people who had become terrorists demanding that the White Man be kicked out of the Continent.
Europe was split between the New European Federation of old Russia, the former Soviet states, which resembled the USA – run by the Russian Slavic Peoples Party, dedicated to promoting the interests of the White Slavic nation against its Islamic enemies – and UK, Germany, France, and Italy. Scandinavian were independent countries after the NATO and EU fell apart. Official history says that the old structures were unworkable and that there was a popular desire for freedom from the corrupt bureaucrats. Germany and Italy were friendly countries run by their version of the NARP.
France was one of our enemy countries. The UK was now known as the British Empire and controlled most of Africa, and parts of SE Asia. The UK was run by their version of the NARP. The NARP even had an international union of democratic republican parties which met every year to coordinate policies, but the CUSA was always in charge. Funny how that works too.
China was the dominant player in Asia and was sometimes with us, sometimes against us. Korea, Japan, Vietnam were controlled by China. Indonesia, Malaysia, and Singapore were allied with the UK. India dominated the South Asian republics and was allied with the US although their Hindu-nationalist grated on some in the Christian community in the CUSA.
That’s the world I live in the middle part of the 21st century. As you can see I don’t fit in – I am not pure white, my ancestors were Political Suspect on both sides, I grew up in the projects in Berkeley, which still has a reputation as being out of touch with mainstream America, and I did not go to church.
There is only one church left in the CUSA -The American Patriotic Church of Jesus. This church according to the official history came about in the early 60’s as a revolt against the attempt of the secular humanists to destroy Christendom. The Secular humanists were defeated around 2020 when the NARP declared the end of the corrupt old republic during the great glorious Christian Restoration which brought the modern world into existence.
Since then we have lived in peace, and happiness under the enlighten leadership of the NARP. Elections still happened every couple of years but who cared? No one I knew could vote as only white men who belong to the party could vote. But the media still made it a huge farce.
The real history says that the American Patriotic Church of Jesus was founded by the NARP as a means of keeping the Christian community in line. It brought together the conservative evangelist churches and put them under the control of the Southern Baptist Convention which renamed itself the APCJ. They self-appointed an American Church leader to serve as the “anti-pope.” The APCJ declared it to be the savior of white Christendom and was constantly on war with the Catholics, and the “unchurched.”
Catholics, free thinkers, Jews, Buddhists, Hindus and Muslims are still free to worship but if you openly proclaim you belong to a minority faith you will be labeled PU and find yourself in lots of trouble, for yourself and your children. These alternative churches are not allowed to advertise, use the mass media, have schools, or own property. Members of their clergy are also not exempt from the occasional mandatory military service that most men face, nor are they allowed to have a salary from the church. They are essentially unpaid part-time priests. And it is amazing that there are any of them left given the constant anti-minority faith propaganda in the mainstream media and TV.
Being a Muslim is particularly dangerous as most of the Mideast is controlled by radical Islamic states who have vowed to destroy the modern world. They bomb things here and there and there are always crackdowns. The Muslims tend to live in ghettos along with the Mexicans, Blacks, Asians, PU whites and mestizos. I live in a ghetto called West Berkeley. I am one of the few blue eyed chaps around. I have had to learn to fight from my first birthday and now I have a grudging respect for being a tough mother fucker and for being a brilliant speaker and thinker. That gets me in trouble at school where they want people to learn the party line and not question things. I have been threatened with being shipped off to rededication through labor camps every week. I have not yet gone and I think these camps in the dessert are mostly empty now. Few people openly discuss their hatred of the NARP; you never knew who was an informer or a true believer. Funny how it worked, even though the NARP was openly hostile to minorities and to dissidents, there were still people in the Ghetto who were supportive of the NARP.
Why I never knew. Like I said, no one ever wanted to discuss these things openly as who knew was listening. And bugs were everywhere except deep in the heart of the Ghetto. They had other kinds of bugs to deal with if you know what I mean.
Life for the majority of the population is difficult – housing is lousy, few can afford private cars, crime in the ghetto is violent and rampant and often random as angry people go off for no apparent reason. Most people have been to numerous funerals by the time they turn 18. The authorities are simply not concerned with crime in the ghetto; rather they are terrified the chaos will spread to “real America” where the white minority lives very well indeed.
And guns are everywhere – the authorities maintain that they can’t do anything about the guns but only go after those who off white people – which happens every day and is a huge thing in the media. No one cares if a minority type kills other minorities in the ghetto.
In real America you live in gated communities with servants who are not paid much. You have private schools, and you will be going to college now that college admission is reserved for white people and rich foreigners. No minorities other than rich foreign Asians and foreign Europeans are allowed to attend college. If you are minority, or PU – forget about it; although they do admit 1 percent of their student body from among the minority communities to promote diversity. But those Uncle Toms as we call them are usually the sons or daughters of some servant to some rich asshole and who knows what they had to do to get their child into one of the diversity admissions slots.
In the real America, Fathers and Mothers both work hard in huge offices downtown and in suburban office parks. The middle class commute by trains that are too expensive for the majority of the population who commute by bus, or walk the streets. The upper class commutes by limo driven by drivers who are all minority members.
The biggest problem the rich face is finding reliable help as all domestic helpers must pass stringent security screening and most of the population would fail a polygraph when asked, “Do you loyally support the government of the American National Republican Party?” And finding a minority member of the party – forget about it. Only whites are allowed.
Every so often a white person falls from grace as the local saying has it and ends up in the Ghetto. It is usually because they meet up with a KZY recruiter, or read suspect literature or ask inconvenient questions. They end up losing their college scholarship and are subject to immediate drafting into the army. The army is all minority or PU and they hate the draftee white boys and torment them and sometimes frag them. The officers are all white but lower middle class white and usually are sympathetic to the troops and hate the draftees as well.
Lower middle class whites live a difficult life – housing is expensive as the rich own most of it. The rental units available usually front the Ghetto or are in the ghetto and white people are afraid of the Ghetto or Chinatown. And for good reason I might add. One of the favorite past times in the Ghetto is harassing the white people who wonder into the Ghetto on business or to buy drugs or illicit sex. Yeah, drugs and sex outside of marriage are illegal as hell in “real America” but are everywhere in the ghetto. And funny how some guys are still lusting after homosexual sex even though that is tres maximum illegal squared in the “Real America.”
The national morality act imposes severe penalties for sexual activity outside of marriage, or drug use, or gambling or having PU opinions. Needless to say, supplying drugs and sex to the tourists is big business in the Ghetto or Chinatown. Funny how that has not changed since the old days either.
Chinatown has decent Chinese restaurants for the tourists, but these are all on the edge of Chinatown. Most of Chinatown is “off limits” to non-Asians. There is a huge wall around Chinatown and tourists are only let in in small groups after paying a “security tax”. And they don’t wander much beyond the “tourist fringes” due to well-founded security concerns. Chinatown ain’t safe for white people.
Chinatown occupies most of old Oakland as the SF Chinatown was closed down when SF became an enclave for white people. East Oakland was now known as the Mission East and was all Mexican or mestizos. West Berkeley, where I live, is mostly black, Mexican, Asian, Mestizos, and PU whites. Richmond is all black. Albany is lower middle class white, with some minorities living there as well. The Berkeley, Richmond and Oakland hills are all rich white enclaves, heavily guarded by the police who check ID’s of all minority visitors. The students live in huge guarded dormitories near the campus. Off campus housing is for the grad students and junior faculty. The University and the city exist in an uneasy truce with the University behind a huge gate.
I meet up with my sister, Inga. She is happy to see me but worried that my developing interests in the real history as it is called will get me into serious trouble and her family as well. She is only a few years older than me and already has children. Her husband is also mestizos as marriage is prohibited across racial lines. Having sex with white women is considered rape and the penalty is public execution. Once a week there are executions carried out on TV. These programs are among the highest rated programs. They always start off with a clip from the trial, a short reenactment of the crime, and pronouncement by the judge. Local politicians line up to be on the show to re-read the pronouncement, followed by the execution – usually by firing squad. Funny thing though – the criminals are all minorities and the judges all white and the crimes were all committed in white areas. The ghetto is filled with violent criminals but the police never show up after you call in the crime. So we have our own courts and the real violent mother fuckers are usually stomped to death after a quick trial by some of the elders. I have participated in such trials and have served as an executioner’s assistant.
I leave my sister with my weekly bus pass, and two tidbits of info – there is new Chinese restaurant that is both good and cheap, and my friend Ricky is urgently looking for me.
I go to Ricky’s house and find the door open. Ricky is 6 feet 4 inches tall and works out every day. He is in the football team which is one of the few avenues left for minority men to make it big in the real world. – Though salaries are way down since they liberalized importing athletes from other countries. The day of multi-million dollars’ salaries are long gone. But then tickets are still cheap now a day although going to the stadium is usually difficult as they are located in the white areas and public transit sucks in that part of the city. The whites all have cars or drivers. Only the poor take the bus. And the police look askance at any minority person who manages to get to the game anyway. The audiences for the games is mostly white, the poor watch on TV or don’t pay attention anymore.
Anyway I digress. I walked in on Ricky and find him tied up, with his father, mother and sister all tied up. Five mean looking white men in black suites are beating them up asking for information about me! JC.
Ricky sees me and motions me to get the fuck out. I jump out the window moments before it is blown away by a military issued AKZ. I think perhaps the fact that I am becoming known as an advocate of the real history is starting to piss off the NARP’s private army known as the “Defenders of the Truth”.
The “Defenders of the Truth” don’t officially exist and are not paid for by the government or the party. Right. They are just local white people who get it in their head that they have to go chase down and terrorize upidity minorities and dissidents from time to time. And of course they did not take orders from the Gestapo either as the Gestapo did not exist and never existed either. I did not want to wait around and find out what they wanted from me or even if they really existed. I mean I saw with my own eyes that they were mean mother fuckers and were beating Ricky’s family to death. I knew if stuck around, it would not be good for my karma or my health. And I did not want to be drafted into the army or find myself in a reeducation camp, even if they also “did not exist.”
I can’t go home so I wander into Chinatown which is well known as a “no go zone” for white people. I reach the restaurant and tell them of my troubles. They assure me that they will help me. They feed me and offer me a job as a runner – a passer of information and underground lotto results. A lucrative but somewhat dangerous job. You can’t trust the electronic medium as everything is bugged. You can’t trust phone calls, cells, the net. The only way to get confidential messages across is to hire a messenger boy. We ride around town on cool bikes and are usually allowed in white zoned areas as the white owned businesses use us a lot as they don’t trust the government at times. Why I can’t figure out – they own the god damned government after all.
The advantage: it is off the books, tax free, and allows me to say goodbye to my former life as a future slave in the new world order of the NARP.
The disadvantage: I will now belong forever to the Ghetto and never be able to escape my fate as a member of the disadvantaged majority. So I vow to make the most of it, and read as much as I can, and maybe light out for the KZY republic if things get too hairy. Mr. Chen, the Chinese owner of my new restaurant says he can get me on the underground railroad to KZY but only if I work for him for a year or two.
I say, why not? What else do I have to do? I mean it ain’t as if I was born a rich white boy living in the “Real America” just outside the Ghetto.
Married Girl of His Dreams
by Jake Aller on January 29, 2017. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Sam always knew that he had a special relationship with his spouse, Maria, for you see, he had literately married the girl of his dreams. It all started in high school, over 20 years ago. One day Sam fell asleap in high school physics class after lunch. As he nodded off, he looked up and saw a stunningly beautiful women standing next to him. She was Asian, with long black hair, and intense black eyes. She was saying something to him, something he did not understand. Then she disappeared into thin air as if she was beamed out of his dream as in Star Trek. Sam fell out of his chair screaming, “Who are you?” This caused a gale of laughter to erupt in the class.
Sam told his best friend immediately after class what had happened. His friend thought that Sam was perhaps smoking too much weed but thought nothing more of it.
About a month later, Sam had the second dream. Early in the morning, she was standing next to him, speaking to him. Again, Sam did not understand her, but knew in his heart that some day he would meet him and that she was his soul mate. Sam also knew that they had been together in a previous life and that someday he would know the truth.
The dream continued = month after month as Sam went off to college. One day five years later when he was preparing to join the Peace Corps and had to decide to go to Korea or Thailand, Sam had the dream again and realized that she was in Korea.
Sam went to Korea and every day he was there, he kept looking around at the various women he encountered, wondering if he would meet her. He finished his Peace Corps service and took a job teaching for the US Army as he felt that he had to stay in Korea until he met her. The dreams continued, until one day he had the last and final dream.
She came to him again, but this time, Sam understood her Korean. She said, “Don’t worry, we will be together soon and once we are together we will together forever. I have been waiting since our last life together. And now I found you.”
That night, he got off the bus in front of the army base where he was employed as a teacher. Getting off the bus in front of him was the girl in the dream! Sam was struck speechless which was an unusual experience for Sam as Sam was usually a talkative, extroverted sort of person.
She went into the base with a fellow teacher that Sam knew. He bumped into them after his class and introduced himself. She gave him her phone number and they arranged to meet over the weekend.
The next night Sam went to his class hoping he would somehow run into her. She was waiting for him and said she must speak with him. He signed her on and took her to the library so she could study while he finished his class. After class, they went out and she told him that she was madly in love with him and had to have him and that was it. He told her he felt the same. Over the next few weeks, they saw each other every day and he proposed three days after meeting her.
They got married one month after he met her. Over the years whenever things were difficult between them as they always can be with married couples, he would think back to the dream and then he would fall in love with her again and again and again.
But still Sam was puzzled about one thing. He knew somehow that he had known Maria in another life, but did not know what had transpired. She also confessed that she felt that they had known each other in a previous incarnation. Finally, after 25 years of living together and 37 years after he first met her in his dreams, he finally felt he had to know the truth of how they had really met and the mystery behind their surprisingly long lasting love. Sam and Maria were so different from each other it was amazing that they had stayed together all those years. Yet Sam knew it was meant to be.
Sam at last decided to find out the truth and went to a past life hypnotist for a pass life regression. The hypnotist, Dr. Sandra Patel, listened to Sam’s story and told Sam that in her professional experience, some couples are soul mates and they always find each other in the next life. But Sam’s story was extraordinary. Dr. Patel felt that there must have been a tragic ending to their previous loves. She decided to treat both of them and bring them back in time to their previous lives to see what had happened to cause such a strong connection across the barriers of space and time.
Three thousand years ago, the original Sam and Maria had first met. This was in ancient India. Sam was a merchant who dealt with the royal family and supplied goods and food to the royals, but Sam was not of royal blood, he was a middle caste. Despite his caste background, the royal family took a liking to him and Sam was often invited to royal functions. Sam had not married yet and was in his early twenties. He ran the shop for his father who old and ailing. Sam knew he would have the business someday. His mother was constantly trying to match him up with various women, but he was not interested in getting married yet.
One day he was at the Royal palace making a delivery and checking up on food preparations for the King’s birthday, when he first met Maria. She was so beautiful that Sam was struck speechless. Maria came up to him and they started talking. She was the King’s youngest daughter and had a reputation for being standoffish. She had turned down numerous proposals for marriage and the King was getting concerned, as he wanted to marry off his last child before he died.
Sam and Maria hit if off. They started secretly meeting in the forest for long walks. Sam and Maria both knew that if they were caught the penalty for such an offense would be death for Sam and maybe for Maria as well as the intercaste rules were strict in the kingdom, stricter than in most parts of India.
Sam one day proposed to her that they run away to another kingdom and set up life there anonymously. She thought about it for a long time and finally agreed to join him in flight. The day for their flight arrived and Sam waited in the forest with a horse and cart. She showed up late saying that she wanted to make sure no one knew. They got in the cart and drove off.
That night they made love for the first time in a rural inn. They had told the owner that they had just gotten married and were moving back to his family’s farm in the neighboring kingdom.
Two days later when they approached the border they found a road block. They asked the guards what was going on and was told that there was a war on. The king had accused agents of the next Kingdom of kidnapping his youngest daughter as she was missing for the last few days.
Just then the captain of the guards came up to them and recognized Maria and Sam. They were arrested on the spot.
A trial was held. The innkeeper testified that he had heard them in the act of sex. The captain of the guards testified as to their behavior at the guard post.
Sam was asked if he had any final words before the sentence of execution was to be carried out. He said, “Only a few, my majesty. When I first met Maria, I knew that she was my soul mate and that we were met for each other. Maria and I are in love and even the Gods know it. If we can’t be together in this life, we will be together in the next life and there is nothing you can do to stop our timeless love. So please execute us together so we can be together forever.”
The King was furious at these words and ordered Sam and Maria to be killed by slow torture in the public square as a lesson to all to not cross the caste barriers and keep in their god given roles in life.
They were tortured for days and finally they were beheaded. Sam’s last words were, “I’ll see you in the next life my timeless love.”
Maria smiled back at him and died.
Five hundred years later Sam and Maria were reunited, this time in ancient Rome. Sam was born into a military family and grew up to be a Roman Centurion and took place in some of the early wars as Rome gradually conquered all of Italy. Sam was an handsome young man who had a reputation of being a playboy. He was also arrogant as all hell and felt that he deserved some day to become a Senator despite his background in the military. He did not come from an upper class family and had some money and property but not enough to be considered a serious player.
Sam was determined to change all of that. One day Sam met Maria, who was the daughter of a Senator. Sam was determined to seduce her and add him to his list of female conquests. She was determined to seduce him as well and to make him her husband and protector as she was determined to protect the Senator from his many enemies and thought an alliance with the military would be in her family’s interests. Besides Sam fascinated her and she could see being his lover and even his wife, if not his mistress. But she would also make sure that she would have no rivals for his affections. She entrusted her family’s senior servants in her cause. They found out the names of all of Sam’s girl friends and one by one, they were eliminated usually by being killed in a public place by an accident – a cart out of control, a fire burning up their house etc.
During this time, Maria infuriated Sam by refusing to meet him or see him. Sam was determined to win her over. He also found out whom she had been with and had his aids arrange for their untimely demise.
Finally, after 10 of his girl friends had died under mysterious circumstances and 10 of her paramours had also died, Sam and his aids figured out something was not right and they arranged to kidnapped Maria’s senior servant. He confessed to killing off Sam’s girl friends. Sam was troubled – on the one hand, she was a vicious monster capable of such outrageous crimes and should be brought to justice, on the other hand, she had inspired him to do the same. Sam concluded that the Gods must want this union and who was he to go ahead the wishes of the Gods?
Sam sent Maria’s servant back to her with this message
Maria,
“I know what you did. All will be forgiven if you will consent to be mine. I’ll give up all other women and devote myself to you and you alone but you must do the same for me.”
Maria was moved by Sam’s message and also knew that Sam had killed her paramours. She was determined to teach Sam a lesson first then she would join him.
She wrote back to Sam,
“My dear sir, I have no idea why every women you ever slept with has died horrible deaths. I am reluctant to become victim number 11. What can you do to show me that you will protect me from this horrible curse? ‘
Sam wrote back to Maria,
“My dearest Maria, the gods themselves want this union. I know you arranged to kill all of my girl friends but I also arranged to kill your paramours. If either of us are betrayed by our servants we will both be hanged. So I think we should get together and put this little silliness behind us. What do you think? ”
The Senator’s staff who had been instructed to watch out for correspondence between Sam and Maria intercepted Sam’s letter. The Senator distrusted Sam and noticed that Maria was acting funny every time Sam’s name came up.
The Senator confronted Maria with the evidence,
“Maria, my daughter what have you done? You killed 10 women, some of them daughters of friends of ours? In addition, this Sam has killed 10 men, some of them sons of very prominent families. People are talking, Maria. I do not know if I can protect you. If you love this Sam, the only solution is to run away with him to Greece or Africa minor where Roman law does not yet extend.”
Maria confessed to her father. The Senator arranged to have her and Sam smuggled on a boat bound for Damascus. Sam would be set up as a trader and spy for Rome. Maria would be married to Sam once they got there. The Senator would spread a story around town that Maria and Sam had perished at sea when they eloped. Maria and Sam were happy but nervous.
Sam and Maria next met 500 years later during the middle ages. Sam was a merchant again, living in a small town in Germany. Maria lived down the street and was the daughter of the innkeeper in town. Maria was 19 and stunning. Sam was a hard working salt of the earth man who was very popular in town as he had a reputation for being honest to a fault and a friend to all.
Sam and Maria noticed each other and keep bumping into each other. Sam knew that she was engaged to be married off to the local lord’s second son, Jonestown, who had a reputation as a hard drinking, hard playing, know it all, in short a first class asshole.
Sam was determined to stop this match, but he also knew that if he managed to stop the engagement, he would have to flee the town for his life. Maria was not making things better for him. She was determined to go through with the marriage, as it would help her family out. As far as she was concerned, they could continue to see each other after the marriage and be his lover on the side. Sam knew that it would never work and thought that he would surely be put to death by the Lord’s son.
The day of the marriage approached and Sam was determined to spend the night with her at least once and deprive the Lord the pleasure of being Maria’s first lover. Maria had other plans for him. She wanted him to be seen with her by her husband so he would become jealous and realize how much he needed her.
The plan of course backfired. The lord found them together naked in bed. He ordered them out into the middle of the town square and held an impromptu trial. The Lord turned to Sam and asked if he had any final words. Sam said,
“My lord and liege. If it is a crime to be a man and fall in love with the most beautiful women in the entire universe, so be it. I am guilty as charged. Go ahead and kill me now. But know this: I know that I will see her in the next life and every minute spent with her was worth a million dollars.”
The lord cried “off with their heads” and beheaded them both.
Hundreds of years pass before Sam and Maria found each other again. This time Sam was an African prince in the Ghana coast and Maria was the headstrong daughter of an American tobacco plantation owner. Sam was caught up in a slave raid and transported on a slave ship to America. Sam soon become the head field slave due to his obvious leadership and intelligence. Sam was determined to run away from the plantation and join the Seminole Indians in the mountains.
Sam one day was working in the field and saw Maria walk by. Sam was instantly taken by her and stared at her with lustful longing eyes. Maria noticed Sam at once and was flattered by the attention. Some of the other young ladies in town had told delicious salacious tales of nights of wild passion with their secret slave lovers. Maria quickly found out that Sam did not have a girl friend, and that Sam had not yet been with any of the “wild wicked women” as her friends called themselves. Maria was determined to seduce Sam and have fun with him for one night or two. But of course, things did not quite work out that way.
One night Sam received a message that the head house slave for some urgent business wanted him. Sam had not yet been invited into the big house and was nervous. He wondered if some one had noticed the flirtatious looks that he and Maria had exchanged on more than one occasion.
George, the house slave, took Sam aside and gave him a key. He said, “Go in, do your thing, satisfy the young one, and then run off. There is a horse out back of the house. Take the horse and ride like the dickens for the hills. I know some of the Seminoles. They are good people. They will take care of you. But leave before dawn. If the Master catches you, we will both be hanged.”
Sam goes to the room, and finds Maria in bed. She was naked and waiting for him. She was even more beautiful than he imagined she would be. They made wild passionate love until dawn. Sam kissed every inch of her body and slowly filled her body with him. They both knew that the love they felt was forbidden and could get them killed but it was worth it to feel so much alive and full of passion, if only for a night, if only for that moment. Sam walked out the door and got on the horse. He made it out the back and off the plantation, when the alert was given. George had decided to turn Sam in after all as he thought otherwise he would be hung as well due to his involvement in the arranging of the tryst.
Maria caught up to the lynching mob just as they were stringing Sam up. She ran up to him, and said,
“I love you. I always will. Wait for me in the next life.” She pulled out a pistol she was carrying, turned, and shot Sam in the head before turning the pistol on herself and killing herself.
The Jones family told friends and neighbors that Maria had been dying of the yellow fever and was so filled with pain that she had killed her self. Sam was simply buried in a field. No funeral was held for him, as he was simply a run away slave who had raped a white woman.
Hundreds of years pass and Sam and Maria kept searching for each other, both knowing that someday they would meet again and that someday their love would be allowed to flourish. In the 1920’s in Korea Sam was born into a peasant family. He grew up amidst great suffering and oppression. Sam became a communist, joined the Kim IL Sung forces, and hid out in the mountains until the Japanese were overthrown. Sam came to town and was put in charge of the land reform process. All the landlords were summoned before the party committee.
Maria was the daughter of the richest landlord in the village. She was beautiful and strikingly so. Sam took one look at her and knew that he had to have her as his wife. Sam knew he could order her to marry him but that would be wrong. She would have to love him freely. And that meant that she would have to disown her own family as Sam could not marry a landlord’s daughter and remain true to the revolution, now could he?
Sam asked that Maria be brought before him. He told all his comrades to leave them as he had some private political education to impart to her. They snickered and laughed but finally left the two of them together. Sam explained his position to her, telling her that she was free to choose him or not, but that since he was communist she would have to denounce her father before the committee in order for them to be together.
Maria refused to denounce her father to the communists. Sam left her alone in solitary confinement and came by every day to continue their educational discussions. The village was retaken one day by the South Korean army and the South Korean rightist forces decided to make an example of Sam.
Sam was put on trial and the villagers were all brought in to testify against Sam. Maria was put on the stand. She refused to give testimony against Sam and said that she loved Sam and was willing to follow him to the grave if that was the only way they could be together.
Sam and Maria were hung the next day on a pole outside the town. Maria’s last words were, “I’ll see you in the next life.”
Forty years later Sam and Maria met on that bus in South Korea and you now know the rest of the story.
Rise Up America
by Jake Aller on January 29, 2017. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Rise Up America! The End of Empire and the Rise of the New Americas
Short Story
J Cosmos
June 2022
Sam Harris was one of the architects of the New Americas that we see emerging from the ashes of the old Imperial America that has collapsed along with much of the global economy. He was the Senior Advisor to the President of the California Free States who played a key role in negotiating an end to the civil war that led to the breakup of the American empire and the rise of six competing successor states.
His role in all of this was almost accidental as he was happy to just retire when the world fell apart and he was asked, begged to come back and work for the New Government emerging in SF.
He had been working for the US State Department at the time and was stationed in Kathmandu and preparing to return to retire when the world fell apart that fall right after the elections of 2012 – the elections that led to the establishment of the Christian States of America, and the collapse of the United States of America into eight competing nation states.
Just to bring you all up to speed, for those of you who may have missed some of the details, or still believe the propaganda which passes for news in much of the world.
The world now has survived twenty years since the break-up of the American, Russian and Chinese Empires and the rise of the Caliph in the Mideast, along with the collapse of the global world trading system when the oil finally started running out sooner than anyone expected.
It all ended peacefully, somehow, and people wonder about that and that is perhaps where God, if he exists, or Buddha or Allah or the giant spider monster played a role if they exist. But a rational mind can also understand that at the very moment it appeared that the world would end with Armageddon sanity at last prevailed and we all negotiated a peaceful divorce. At least the American Empire did, the Russians and Chinese did not and there were limited nuclear wars in Russia and China as successor states gradually emerged.
Western Europe was largely unaffected as everyone in the world needed their expertise, money and help. So Europe, which once thought that they would become increasingly marginal, became a central player in the modern post American Imperial world.
So this is the state of play nowadays:
North America consists of six successor states to the old US dominated North American NAFTA area. The West Coast consists of Northwestern California, (North of Monterey and west of the Sierras, Western Oregon, Western Washington, British Colombia, Hawaii, Guam and America Samoa. The Capital is in San Francisco where the United Nations has relocated after the civil war threatened to end with NYC being blown up in a nuclear war. The economy is dominated by green technology and biotechnology and the California states are far ahead of the rest of the world in these technologies and they are also world leaders in space exploration. And they remain important agricultural exporters, to the rest of the American states as well as to Europe and those parts of Asia that survived the great meltdown of the Chinese Empire (unified Korea, Japan, and ASEAN Federation). They also have extensive social safety nets and of course long ago separated marriage from civil unions. In California, plural marriages, ménage a trio, etc. are almost the norm and everyone feels themselves sexually liberated. This was of course helped with the development of vaccines against all sexually transmitted diseases and the development of daily birth control pills for men and women. And with all this sexual freedom, sexual crimes actually went down and prostitution almost disappeared, and the porno industry of course moved elsewhere. And California remains a state of endless experiments in religious and philosophy. The only people who feel unwelcomed are the Christian fundies who have long since relocated to the Christian States of America.
Alaska has remained independent and joined forces with the Northwest Territories although many people in the Juneau and Anchorage areas are opening arguing that Alaska should join the emerging California Federation as they are clearly becoming the winner of the Post American North American world.
The Northeast Federation consists of most of the Northeastern states north of Washington DC and ending in Ottawa and the Eastern Canadian provinces. The Capital is in NYC but the states are pretty independent and some of them are closer to the Christian American States than they are to the Federation. Succession battles erupt every so often and the border between them and the Christian States is still a bit fluid.
The Christian States of America consists of most of the rest of America with the exception of the far southwest and Texas which is its own independent state. The capital is Colorado Springs which has been renamed New Jerusalem. The Christians States started the civil war and were wise enough to end it before it went nuclear. The Christian states are very loosely held together as the leaders did not want to recreate a strong central government. It is headed by the council of Church leaders who oversee the executive President elected by the people and the National Assembly which consists of the Senate, appointed by governors, and the House of Parliament, elected by the public.
It is officially a Christian state, where all residents, must swear allegiance to Fundamentalist Christianity or Catholicism. Liberal churches, Jews, Hindus, Buddhists, and especially Muslims are not welcomed and most fled years ago although small pockets continue to exist, mostly among the small diplomatic enclave in Colorado Springs.
The economy largely consists of agriculture, lumber, mining, oil shale mining, and construction and maintenance of the National Council of American Christians, which operates most of the schools, including Universities, and the minimal charities that cater to the 50 percent of the population that is poor. White Christians run everything of importance and you have to both white (on both sides for two generations) and a member in good standing of the National Council of Churches.
The economy is doing okay, but the Christian States know they are falling ever behind the growing economies of the California States, the Northeastern Federation, and even Greater Mexico, and the Caribbean states based out of Miami. Texas is somewhat similar to the Christian States but is a bit more pragmatic and is often a go between for trade and political contacts between the various successor states. It too is officially a Christian state but is much looser in its definition of Christianity and minority religions are allowed to worship in private, something that is strictly forbidden in the Christian States. The Christian states vary a bit, some are dominated by what critics call the Taliban version of Fundamentalist Christianity which forbids women from working, or attending school past high school and where men are considered the patriarch of the community. The most extreme of the Christian States is the State of Mormon which consists of Utah, Northern Arizona and Idaho which is officially independent but allied closely with the Christian States and is represented on the National Council of American Churches. They practice an extreme form of Mormonism including polygamy and are considered extremists even by their fellow Christian Nationalists. They are also extremely white supremist and are constantly hunting down racial traitors or homosexual/lesbians.
In all the Christian states abortion is defined as murder. Abortion is not allowed except for a few of the more liberal enclaves such as Southern Ohio, where it is permitted to save the life of a mother or child. But the abortion must be done across the border in the Northeastern Federation or out west somewhere. Once the abortion has been completed, the women can and is often charged with criminal misconduct and sentenced to ten years hard labor and child is given away for adoption.
Almost all social vices are illegal, strongly condemned in public, but often committed in private parties. The government officially prohibits gambling, prostitution, sex outside of marriage, homosexuality, drug use, alcohol, tobacco use, use of the internet except for approved researchers, and government officials, and watching any television other than State approved TV. Video stores are illegal as are most movies. Penalties are draconian, including a public revival of stoning women and men guilty of sex outside of marriage to the death. Homosexuality and Lesbianism is also strongly punished, usually by hanging. Other crimes including murder and thievery and drug dealer, alcohol dealing and illegal gambling are punished severely often by public execution.
Despite the huge risks involved, every town has a not so secret cat house where prostitution, drugs and alcohol and illegal gambling is allowed. Most of the clients are the local law enforcement types. These clubs are often raided but when the police arrive they find it is simply a restaurant as all the offending items have been taken away as the owners always have two days notice.
There is a flourishing trade in contraband items of all sorts, which comes through from Miami, through boats up the Mississippi and along river barges. With the collapse of the air line industry, due to extraordinary fuel charges, including the new biodiesel, which is not cheap, much trade has reverted to river barges and most passenger traffic consists of train travel, or boat travel. That includes transatlantic and transpacific travel. Only the very wealthy can afford to fly and flying by private jet is the only air traffic left..
California has again become the world’s leader in building the next generation train system and despite the Christian States reluctance to deal with the hated Californians, California firms is involved in building a high speed network of trains across the Christian States, Texas and New Mexico. The engineers and workers of course are kept in camps with limited access to anyone outside of their immediate work environment. California’s spy agency, of course takes advantage of this and they also operate with some NGO’s an very active underground railroad bringing out dissidents, especially homosexuals, and people convicted or suspected of being either a race traitor or a homosexual or a political dissident.
Everyone in the Christian states is taught lies about the rest of the American Republics and the rest of the world. The standard lie is that the Christian States had to revolt because the hated Washington, led by the anti-Christ, Barak Obama was leading the US to embracing godless socialism or Islamic fascism depending upon which of the two story lines the regime is using at that time.
So they led their people to the promised land of New Jerusalem (or New Zion for the Mormons) where they will build a perfect Christian country. The rest of the earth had fallen into horrible sin, particularly California which was experimenting with creating new humans that were bioengineered to be superior human beings, a potential master race. That is why the Christians in their last home land must remain ever vigilant against the evils of the modern world and must turn their back on the modern world. And that is why in the Christian States all men must serve in the military for five years before finishing college and why women must wait until they are 22 to marry their boyfriends who are of course chosen for them by their parents when they are 18. The boy friends are chosen just before they go to the Military.
The Military mostly hunts down traitors to the Christian cause, both domestically and internationally and they are often caught committing what the rest of the world considers acts of terrorism. They generally don’t do that in the rest of the American States as all the American States have an informal rule that restricts such activities to third country battles.
They maintain a nuclear arsenal and threaten every so often to use it, but the Northeastern States, California, New Mexican Republic and the Caribbean all have the bombs as well. So it is an uneasy stalemate. Each state needs the other state in order to justify their own military ambitions and to be able to claim that they are the true inheritors of the old America, except they all repudiated their share of the national debt which led to the collapse of the old Chinese, Russian and Middle Eastern States which occurred at the beginning of the civil war.
The last successor states if one could call them that are the New Mexican Republic, based in Los Angeles, and the Caribbean Federation based in Miami and Southern Florida. Northern Florida remained part of the Christian States.
The New Mexican Republic has its capital in Los Angeles because Mexico City was destroyed early on in the civil war when the Christian States decided to try using their nuclear weapons and targeted Mexico because Mexicans were fleeing north as the Mexican economy collapsed with the world wide collapse of the oil wealth. This was actually widely supported by almost everyone in the rest of North America but the consequences were horrific. Much of Central Mexico to this day 20 years after the bombing remains a nuclear waste dump. The rest of Mexico reverted to a Stone Age existence except for the Northern States which joined forces with Southern California, Southern Arizona and New Mexico in forming the New Mexican Republic, which is loosely allied with California, Texas and the Carribbean Federation but is quite independently minded and trades with the Christian States as well.
Sports are widely played though and high school and college football matches are very popular throughout society. Everyone in America, even the Northeast and the California Federations watches the Super bowl. The major league sports, and college foot ball and basketball are the only institution that remained unaffected by the breakup of the American Empire, and inter-federation rivalries are intense.
Now a little bit about the rest of the world and we will turn to my story of how the new world came to be in 15 short years starting in 2012 until now.
The Caribbean Federation consists of most of the old Caricom states, with the exception of the DR, Cuba and Puerto Rico which joined the New Mexican Republic. The Central American states had largely reverted to jungle and small Indian settlements and a few trading ports, except Costa Rica and Panama which formed a loose confederation with Colombia, Venezuela, and Panama. They trade with anyone as well and along with the Caribbean States were the major source of illicit trafficking of drugs, pornography, illegal software, and trafficking of women and children for prostitution. They had no shortage of customers especially in the Christian States, and the California and New York Federations where drugs were legal as was prostitution and pornography.
Brazil was the emerging power of the Latin American empire as they still were able to operate a modern economy although even Brazil was finding that with the collapse of oil and the thousands of plastic byproducts, that a modern economy could not be run entirely using alternative fuels.
Argentina and Chile and the Southern cone had also largely reverted to a very primitive level with most people living on large plantations where beef was still king, but packed and dried and shipped as dried beef products as more modern technology was largely becoming obsolete and the old ways were coming back.
Europe somehow escaped the worst effects of the collapse of the world energy grid in 2011. The collapse caught everyone off guard. Some experts knew that most oil predictions were widely inflated and that the world was running out of oil faster than any one had expected. The cost of oil had risen steadily to about 250 a barrel or 10 dollars a gallon for gas in the U.S. The automobile industry had failed to keep up and electric cars had failed to catch on. Then in early 2011 the Iranians launched the first salvo in what has been called WW111 and in the US the Second Civil war as most Americans still don’t really see how what happens elsewhere affects them and vice versa.
The Iranians launched a coup against the Iraqi government which was still being protected by US troops, although only 10 thousand were left. The offensive was complete, fast and surprised everyone. The Iranians demanded three things from the US –
That we withdraw our troops from the Mideast
That we recognize the establishment of the Caliph based in Teheran
And that we accept that Israel would have to be kick out of the
Muslim world…
At the same time, China called the US on its debt and demanded full payment of all accrued debt as did the Europeans, the Russians and the Saudis.
Then the Saudi’s and the Venezuelans and the rest of OPEC announced to a stunned world that their wells were running dry and that they would sell their oil only to China and India. Russia announced that their oil was running out as well and they would restrict oil sales to Russia and any neighboring country that agreed to join them in a new Russian Federation.
Obama was in the midst of running for re-election and the Republicans announced their candidates, the most reactionary candidates ever nominated, a former Republican government from Idaho, and a former governor from Ohio. Both were born again Christians. Their whole platform was that the US must avenge the lost of Iraq and the Middle East by using military forces to march in, kick out the Iranians and bomb them back to the Stone Age. And that the US must repent of its sins by becoming a Christian State where all social vices would be illegal, including abortion, gay rights, and sex outside of marriage, pornography, gambling and anti-Christian behavior. Everyone must belong to the new National Council of American Christian Churches which they launched in a series of public town hall meetings across the country.
Obama ran on a platform that the US must accept the inevitable and withdraw from the Middle East and most of the world because the US was bankrupt. And he also said that the US would have to accept the fact that the world was running out of oil.
Nonsense the Christian Nationalists as they renamed the Republican Party, cried. Janet Smith, their newly anointed presidential candidate said in the only debate ever shown.
“The Saudis are lying through their teeth. So are the Russians, and the rest of OPEC. The world has enough oil, they just want to sell it to the Chinese and Indians who have the money and the US does not because the Democrats have totally lost the fiscal battle and bankrupted the country. If I am elected we will start drilling everywhere in the US and we will aggressively pursue oil shale and other natural gas resources in the US and Canada. And we will tell the Iranians we are going to remain in Iraq and push them back, and if we need to we will start a nuclear war.
And we will tell the rest of the world; the US no longer recognizes the debt created by the old regime, because that USG no longer exists. As soon as I am elected President we will declare the foundation of the Christian States of America.
The second thing we will do is reinstate the draft.
The next thing we will do is privatize most of the government, and let churches run schools and social services.
We will make Christianity the National religion of the US and English the official language. Anyone who wishes to leave the US may do so. If you remain you will obey the new morality.
That means she shouted and the audience screamed in delight:
No Drugs
No Booze
No Tobacco
No Prostitution
No Non-Christian TV or Movies
No Gambling
No Non Christians
No Gangbangers, no gangsters, no criminals preying upon the god fearing decent people of this great country. Can I hear an amen?
And only normal god fearing white people can run for or hold office.
Ethnic minorities will be encouraged to leave and all illegal migrants will be deported.
And of course we will extend the Patriot Act with the following provisions added:
The Bill of Rights except for the second amendment, will be abolished.
The Constitution will be suspended until we have a new National
Convention to which only god fearing white Christians will be allowed to vote.
Mandatory military service for men will begin immediately.
And any country who opposes the US will be destroyed.
We must do these things in order to preserve and protect our god given liberties. No civil rights activists is going to tell the people of America what we can and not do. The rest of the world had better wake up. The American giant is awake and ready to take on the world and take no prisoners. No sire bob. We are back and it is morning in America and we are going to march on Washington, and tear that evil city down. Then we are going to move it all to New Jerusalem, you know in Colorado Springs.”
Obama blew it completely. In the opinion of his advisors, and most observers, he should have stared at her and called her insane and say that the US Government will never abandoned the constitution or the bill of rights or our international obligations. He should have stood there and stared at her as if she were a mad women.
But he froze and appeared and gave a week mealy mouth speech in which he said that he felt her approach was inappropriate and would never work and called upon Americans to be reasonable and rational and do the right thing. And that was his critical mistake.
The mood of the country was ugly and people were willing and able to blame someone for their problems. The New Christians in their calls to bring back the old ways, the world that they imagined their grandparents grew up in, when men were men and women were women, and minorities were few and far between and everyone went to church – that’s what the problem was they said over and over again. Many Americans eager to find a solution were drawn to the simplistic answers of the old time religious revival being offered by the New Christians. They continued to preach that we as a people had drifted so far from our Christian god fearing ways that God was punishing us with modern day afflictions. And Obama, was not one of us but was one of those evil modern degenerate east coast elitist who had stolen America from the normal people and made it a weakling and bankrupted it in the process.
The election campaign quickly turned very ugly. The supporters of the Christian Nationalists took to the streets and committed a number of horrific acts including bombing liberal churches in the heartland and shooting people as they fled the bombings, and in one case blowing up a Federal Court House and blaming it on Islamic Fascists. After each event the media which had been taken over secretly by supporters of the Christian nationalists, screamed that Obama was unable to keep us safe from Islamic Fascists. They constantly played fake tapes from Osama Bid Laden who praised the work of his holly warriors.
This is one of the most difficult areas to research because most people alive at the time believed the lies being spread and few people were ever told the truth – that the Christian Nationalists were the terrorists. The Osama Bin Laden’s and his ilk of the past had died out and been replaced with Iranian Mullahs, who knew that their day was coming and that they did not need to do anything other than watch the collapse of the American Empire.
Those in the know knew that the Christian Nationalists were behind everything that was going on. But every time anyone in the media or public attempted to question the wide spread popular perception that Iran was behind it all, they were accused of living in a Pre-9-11 world and that it was absurd to suggest that the Christian Nationalists were behind anything. They continued to march and hold rallies where they call upon their followers to continue the fight.
The Christian Nationalists sensed that they were on to something and they decided to go on a nationwide campaign just months before the election to cleanse America of its evil, targeting video stores, book stores and movie producers across the country, and hotels that showed adult videos. They took a “destroy them all and take no prisoners” attitude.
One of the leaders of the New Christian Army as they called themselves was Reverend Richard Jones. He was from Alabama and had become well known for his advocacy of muscular Christianity, including storming video stores and destroying filth. They held a number of rallies across the country, targeting video stores that sold pornography and hotels that allowed pornography to be shown on their Television screens.
He said at the time,
“It is time; my brothers and sisters for us to carry out God have willed and cleanse this world of inequity and sin. And we are going to use the tools of the devil to do so. I have here a list of prominent Americans who are consumers of pornography. I am posting it on line tonight and call upon all our righteous brothers and sisters to e-mail the list around the world pointing out what hypocrites the elites really are. The list was dominated by Democratic governors, congressmen, senators and member of government agencies worldwide.
Hundreds of thousands of people were on the list, and they were all being called out as promoters of pornography and other social evils. Quite a few resigned from office, and a number of people committed suicide after suffering from constant public pressure. Fox News ran a feature every night – the social pervert of the week where they went into detail what kind of perverted pornography so and so watched, either rented or watched on the internet or in hotels around the world.
Sam Harris was on the list because someone had somehow managed to find out by searching the internet that was downloading porno sites. He was forced to resign shortly after the election and returned to California where he was recruited by the new government shortly after the civil war began.
Sam knew as did many of the people on the list that the list was largely a fabrication. They knew that many people looked at the internet so they just created false records of sites visited and attributed to courageous employees at Google. Google denied that they were behind it, and then their top executives appeared on the list they were fired by the new owners, who announced that Google would no longer allow people to search for inappropriate material. This all happened weeks before the election. All the other major US internet sites followed suit.
The Democratic Party was panicking. They could not get their message out. Cable news stations started pulling foreign news broadcasters from the air as the Christian nationalists threatened to shut down Dish Network if they continued to allow foreign news casters to broadcast their lies about America to Americans. All of this was done in the name of preserving American freedom of press and speech.
The Chinese, and Foreign debtors were opening supporting the reasonable Obama whom they promised to work out a fair restructuring of the US debt and a gradual drawn down of US military troops from around the world. The Chinese Prime Minister in a speech before the UN called upon the US leaders to ensure that they would uphold international law and honor its legal obligations as the world reacted to the looming bankruptcy of the US.
Janet Smith, Reverend Jones, and vice President, Commander Robertson, a former high level general who decided to retire and run to help save Christian American held a press conference the next day.
She said, “we have a few words to say to our so called creditors. Not only are we if elected, and we will be elected as the real American public is behind us, will we refuse to pay our alleged debt, but we will declare the formation of a new Christian Republic and we will use all military forces at our disposal to defend ourselves.”
At this point the Chinese leadership came to an understanding. They decided it would be better for the world if the US blew apart so they decided to keep up the pressure but they also let the New American Nationalist know that they had nuclear weapons targeted at the US as did the Iranians, the North Koreans and others. They would let the US repudiate 50% of the debt but expected full payment of the remaining debt. And any attempt to use military force would result in the sudden pulling of all US treasury bills which would collapse the US economy and perhaps the Chinese economy.
And these secret negotiations continued until the election with the Chinese also going to Obama and praising him in public and promising to help reschedule the debt if he were elected.
The Iranians also decided to wait and see and said that the US troops would stay in Iraq until the election, and then they would have to be withdrawn.
Most of the world decided to sit back and watch the possible breakup of America, whom most both admired and hated. The Europeans decided that it would also be in their interest to have five or six competing weak states in the Americas so the British and French also went to both sides with soothing words.
The British Foreign Minister said in a public speech that they too believed that Britain should embrace some of the new Christian American ideals but privately they were aghast.
The situation continued unraveling day by day. The world waited for the election. Independent polling showed that Obama would win re-election in the blue states but loose in the red states but since the blue states had far more votes he would win.
Janet Smith, Rev. Jones and Commander Robertson one day three months before the election met secretly in Colorado with representatives of a secret republican, organization headed by former operatives of the Bush administration.
Mr. X, (only reference ever located were the following transcripts with the initials X, C and Y) started off.
“Look, let’s get down to brass tacks here. There are three ways we can win this thing. First, through a terrorist incident that you stage just before the election that you blame on the Islamic Fascists. Second, and this is where we come in. We staged managed Bushes’s elections in 2000 and 2004. Democratic activists were right. We rigged the elections. We did it by switching votes here and there and having the election machines forget that they did so. Without a paper ballot back up, no one could ever prove anything and without anyone talking about it, we pulled it off. Now we can do it again. We’ve looked at the polling data. If we switch some votes in rural areas in California, upstate New York, rural Ohio and Pennsylvania and Florida among Cubans and Jews, and among Jews in NYC we could pull it off again.
But you have to keep it within the margin of errors. In each of those states, you are way ahead in the rural areas and way behind in the urban areas. The key is a very strong get out the vote campaign, a very strong PR campaign claiming critics were traitors and anti-Americans for even suspecting that you would cheat and of course not getting too greedy.
If you decide to massively steal the vote, all bets are off. That could lead to civil war.
Rev. Jones responded “ Look Mr. X. We know you can pull it off. We’ll do our part but you have to guarantee most of our candidates win. We can write off California, New York and Pennsylvania but you have to guarantee everything else.”
“Okay. If you are willing to risk a civil war, we’ll do it. But you forgot to listen to my third option. Pray for a miracle. The powers of the status quo, Wall Street, and the European and Chinese creditors are all hoping that you either loose or if you win that the US breaks apart into competing weaker states.
But you have to pay my company up front 50 million dollars in untraceable bills and you have to guarantee we will never be found afterwards.”
Janet nods her head, and says, “We will win fair and square, but let’s guarantee that and the deal that led to the civil war was struck.
The X company was never heard of after the election. Independent verification was of course impossible in the chaotic aftermath of the election, but the X team probably stole the election in enough places to make it inevitable for the Christian Nationalists to claim the won the election.
The civil war started the next day.
The European press had the best and more accurate coverage, as the US press was so partisan and mostly pro Christian Nationalists that reading their accounts you can’t understand why half the country revolted the next day.
California went first. The Governor of California the day after the election which saw the Christian Nationalist win the entire state of California by 70 percentage points including SF, made a speech that was not broadcasted outside of California.
She said that independent exit polls included the California field polls show that the democrats had swept the State and that the Christian Nationalists only won in some Southern California and rural Californian counties, but even then they barely won. He went on to say, “ the results of the election in California and I submit most of the West coast were clearly the result of massive fraud. Therefore I am filing an emergency injunction against the election results being published as accurate until we can do a verifiable recount.
And I know that I will not allow the people of California who value our religious diversity, and our rich tapestry of difficult cultures to remain in a Christian Nationalist America. That is not the America we need or want in California. California therefore declares the election results null and void and calls upon the rest of America to follow suit. I’ve asked the governors of Hawaii, Oregon and Washington State to join together with the governor of British Colombia to form a new state called “the California Federation”. We have also decided to split the State in two. Southern California has decided to join with Northern Mexico, and southern Arizona and New Mexico to form the New Mexican Republic, with its capital in Los Angeles.”
The governor, a former State Senator and long term power broker walks off the stage and the first blow of the civil war erupts as a terrorist bomb goes off in a car parked nearby. The governor and half the official party is killed.
The National media blames as usual Obama and the White House for refusing to deal with the growing threat of Iranian terrorists. The California media, which only reached the rest coast due to the national media blockade that had been informally imposed since the election by the media companies, all allied with the Christian nationalists, failed to air any of what was going on in California. The internet was being jammed by agents of the NSA who were all working secretly for the new administration already as they hated Obama as did much of the intelligence community because he had dared to question their methods and their understanding of the Muslim world.
Word still got across the country and thousands of people started packing up and starting leaving the Christian heartland fleeing for the coast fearing the coming civil war.
The Christian Nationalists declared that they had won the election and they also declared that the old Republic was no longer in existence so they declared the new capital to be New Jerusalem. They every federal bureaucrat a choice – come out to New Jerusalem now or they would be fired. And they laughed they hoped most would not come out anyway because most of their jobs would be privatized.
Jane Smith, Rev. Jones and VP Commander Robertson went on Nationwide TV almost every day showing how they were preparing to build the new America with the grateful help of the average Christian Americans.
The reality was very different. The recession that had occurred had never really ended and became a great depression and most Americans in the Christian states were now renters. The Churches and charities tried to help but the new government was too busy building up the army and trying to keep foreign creditors at bay to be able too much to help.
Unemployment remained high but gradually came down as many people found jobs in the one sector that had survived the agricultural sector. With the collapse of the world oil market, agriculture became localized again and even though most farmers in the Christian States were not big organic farming believers, no one had money to grow anything other than through organic farming. Horse drawn carts made a big come back as did horse and buggies.
The first two years of the new era was a period of constant flux and change. Daily there were new announcements of this or that community going or not joining the various new successor States, and every day there were rumors that the rest of the world would not tolerate the successor states from paying their debts.
International trade came to a grinding halt as world finance dried up. Many banks and financial institutions went bankrupted. The East coast cities were just as bankrupted as the rest of the country, but they had decided informally to break away from the New Christian America when they had a chance.
It soon became clear that this state of affairs could not continue and the President of the California Republic called Janet Smith and suggested that they meet to discuss their differences. She agreed and they met in the Texas summit.
Governor Hickinson, who had been an actor before he became a politician, represented California; the President of the New Mexican Republic was represented as were the President of the Carribbean Federation which had just announced its independence. The Northeastern States, which had yet to formally declare their independence, sent a few governors as well. All together there were 20 US government leaders of the post American empire represented.
Governor Tom Davis of the Texas Free Republic started the conference off. He said, “we are now at a cross roads. I know that many people in the Christian States want to reconquer the breakaway republics as they call them, but they realize that they can’t do so as they are as broke as the rest of the American republics. Let’s be honest. Since the breakup, none of us has been able to raise financing. California is the only exception since their government has continued to raise tax revenues but even they have problems. Particularly dealing with refugees who continue to flock to California. Texas also has had problems with refugees fleeing from Mexico and from the Christian States. And Madame President, turning to Jane Smith, we know you’ve had a very time with the adjustment. I hope we can all come to an understanding over what is essentially a divorce. I offer my good offices as I want to see an America where everyone is prosperous but Texas having regained its independence will not join your Federation, nor will be join anyone’s else’s. California I know feels the same. Son’s lets bargain in good faith. President Hickinson, since you requested this meeting, why don’t you go first?”
“Sure. Why not? Here’s the deal as I see it. California and the northwest coast no longer recognize the former United States of America as sovereign entity. We agree that the former US had become too unworkable a country and that the interests of the various components parts were being held hostage to corrupt self interest groups. We are building a new world out west based on alternative energy and the use of science to build a better, saner world. We just want to be left alone as we reject the ideology of the New Christian Nationalists.
Here’s our opening offer:
We return to the Christian States those military people and personnel who wish to return home. We keep the bases we need and sell the rest of off for development. We will use the money raised to do to two things – pay off some of the debt of the old US and use the rest to rebuild the physical infrastructure of the state, making California the leaders in the next generation of technology.
Once we have begun recovering our credit, we will begin trading with the rest of the world, selling out agricultural surplus and our advanced technology to the world and of course our entertainment. We do not want to live in a state of constant war with the rest of the Americas. “
Jane responded by noting that the old constitution had no provisions for what to do in these situation. They had rejected the old Republic and saw themselves as a new Nation and wished California well.
The two sides negotiated for several long weeks but eventually a deal was worked out.
Sam Harris was the chief negotiator for the State of California. He led his team mates with humor, discipline and an insistence that they show their opponents proper respect despite the fact that Christian States were constantly denouncing them for everything under the sun and were constantly accusing the delegation members of engaging in all sorts of perverse behaviors.
One day Sam walked into the room with a small announcement that almost ended the conference. He was fed up and said so. He said, “We have come here to seek a reasonable end to our mutual obligations. We have showed all sides decency, courtesy and have refrained from answering the numerous spurious charges in your media. We have our patience and it is at end. So unless you are prepared for a war, take our final offer and we go home with a deal or in the famous words of one of favorite television shows of old, “no deal.”
Jane said that they would go home and make a decision and would let us know soon. The next week the media announced “No Deal” and the military was called up for duty.
Sam and his team were ready. They had prepared for his and had inserted a virus into every government computer system still in existence in the Christian States. As soon as they had heard the news, they blacked out the entire Christian nationalist Federation. No power at all. They kept the power off for a week, turned it on and called Jane Smith.
She was furious but released she had no choice and they flew back to Texas where the deal was signed.
It was only later that Sam learned that the Christian Nationalists had sent a nuclear bomb off towards San Francisco but when the power went out suddenly the missile went off course and blew apart Mexico city by mistake. That was blamed by all on Iranian terrorists.
Sam went back to California and ran for President and won when he was 70 years old. He ran the state for ten years during which California gradually led the West Coast revival and yes, negotiated an end to the Middle East debacle by convincing the Jewish state of Israel to relocate to Eastern Washington where the State of New Israel flourished.
The End
Just another night in the city of angels
by Jake Aller on January 29, 2017. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
“Just Another Night in The City of Angels,”
Short story
By
John (Jake) Cosmos Aller
Sam Adams worked in the U.S. Embassy in Bangkok helping Americans who got into trouble. And in Bangkok, the City of Angels, middle-aged American males, always got into trouble. Bangkok attracted the down and out and looser flotsam American male like a lamp attracts moths – just could not keep them away. Most of the deaths involved drugs, alcohol, and wild sex. Occasionally violent deaths occurred when the American refused to pay for services rendered or refused to pay for drugs consumed. Heroin was plentiful as was speed – that Thais called speed “Bhai Lay” or “crazy drug” and the authorities were concerned over the spreading domestic drug crisis. But for now, drugs were still widely available. Sam had dealt with 40 deaths in his time in Bangkok, and at least as many arrests. Although most deaths were routine, traffic accidents being the number one killer of the unwary drunk, every so often, a big old messy mysterious death case arrived on the Embassy doorstep. Unfortunately, these cases usually happened at closing hour, or in the middle of the night and Sam was always on call – other than routine death cases. And there was a full moon effect Sam swore – on the nights of the full moon the crazies were out for blood and Bangkok always had its full share of crazy shit. Just went with the territory.
Usually, the police called up reporting they had found a dead American in a hotel room who had died from a drug overdose, too much alcohol or a heart attack after a sexual discussion with a “Khatoey”. The “Khatoey” were infamous throughout Asia. The story goes – the most beautiful drop dead gorgeous women working the Go Go bar scene were depending on one’s view, not quite 100 percent women. These cases occurred almost daily and Sam always went to the police station, and then to the scene of the crime, usually accompanied by his Thai assistant, the talented and beautiful Khun Air also know to the Embassy staff as “Khun Death” as she handled the paperwork for the death cases. Sam and Khun Air had a good working relationship although Sam often lusted after Khun Air and she tolerated his flirtations and Sam thought perhaps someday soon they would transition towards a personal relationship. But for now it was strictly business.
When Sam first heard of the mysterious death of John Sam Washington, he thought “Just another drunken middle-aged man cheating on his wife while on a sex tourist stop in Bangkok.” This case, though, was weirder than most. He received the call at home about 12 am and he called Khun Air to let her know to meet him at the station about 1 am and they would go to the hotel etc. before coming to the Embassy. Then he called his boss to let him know the status and that he would be a bit late and he headed to the police station. These late night calls were the norm in his office.
The station was located near the foreigner bar districts off of Sukavit Road. Sam was well known at the station and his drinking buddy. Sargent Dang, was the Sargent in charge. He was a middle aged Thai cop who has seen it all and been working with the foreign embassy staff for decades. He liked Sam the most of all the foreign embassy staff. Sam had a down to earth cynical sense of humor and was not arrogant or stuck up as most of the diplomatic staff tended to be. And Sam liked to drink with the local police after hours.
When they arrived, Kuhn Dang, took Sam aside when he arrived and said, “You will not believe this, Kuhn Sam, – we found the deceased covered with green blood. When our guys ran in the door they saw Khun Lek the eye witness getting dressed but the male American victim was all cut up in little pieces as if some animal had taken a bite out of him. And his cock had been bitten off and was missing. “
Sam responded,
“You right, I don’t believe it. Must be the full moon night. What could have caused this? I did not think that there were any wild animals in town?”
“well whatever killed him tore him up pretty bad and the green blood smells like hell. Never saw that before. So let’s go to the hotel. We have detained the witness, Khun Lek. She is a Khatoey but a mean as hell SOB who has been screaming that she needs to see a lawyer. “
“So what did she say?”
“Well, she admitted that she had gone to the room to have sex with the guy but when walked into the room to have sex with him she saw him there – dead and saw a monstrous creature on top of him ripping him apart with her teeth and claws. The creature has red leathery skin and five or six arms and huge wings. The creature took one look at her and flew out the window into the night carrying away Mr. Washington’s cock.”
They went to the hotel room, and Sam saw the badly cut up Mr. Washington, and saw the green slime covering his body, mixed in with his red blood. Khun Lek came into the room and leered at Sam and then told her story.
“Well you see I met him at my club, Hollywood. And he gave me some money, paid the bar fee and we arranged to meet up here. When I got here the door was open and I saw this thing on top of him ripping apart his flesh. It was hideous, had red skin, wings and six arms. The thing looked up and me, then flew out the window taking Sam’s cock with it. I went downstairs and called the cops. They came over and then we called you. That’s it.”
Sam looked at her, and said,
“Khun Lek, I don’t believe you. Khun Dang said that you have a reputation for violence and have been charged with assault before. “
“yeah but how do you explain the green blood?”
“beats me. Okay, they will detain you for further questioning. I am done here.”
Khun Lek called out,
“see you at the Hollywood and I will let you buy me a drink, I know you want me.”
Sam and Khun Death left and went to the Embassy. He had the unenviable task of reporting the death of an American citizen. He had to return to the Embassy in the dead of night to call the next of kin. He found a Mrs. Washington listed with a phone number in the victim’s passport.
He was usually very circumspect and tactful when speaking to the deceased. No reason to let her know her husband was found naked by a trannie Khatoey hooker who may have killed him. And he certainly did not want to tell her that he may have been killed by some “freazoid “monster from his worst nightmares. Just no upside to that he figured. He figured that she did not need to know yet. In time perhaps if it is in the official police report he might let her know but tonight he was the bearer of bad news.
He reached her on the phone and told her why he was calling.
“Mrs. Washington, this is Sam Adams calling from the U.S. Embassy in Bangkok. I am afraid I have some bad news. Your husband, Sam is dead. He was apparently killed by a wild vicious attack. We are not sure how it happened actually but he was found dead and his body torn up. I am sorry to be the bearer of bad news.”
“Sam, the son of a bitch is dead? Good riddance. I’d much rather be a widow than a divorcee anyway. That way I inherit everything and keep the property away from his brothers. Fuck it. Did he die while having sex? You know he was on a sex tour to celebrate our pending divorce.”
“Well, he was found by a prostitute but only after he had been mauled by a wild animal or a crazed drug addict.”
“Well as the next of kin, I really don’t want to bring him back for a funeral but I will leave that up to his siblings to arrange. Just tell me what I have to do to bring him back.”
“Well, we will be touch then. Let me give you my phone and email numbers.”
Sam explained the process and promised to call with the details the next day. He went home exhausted as he usually was after talking to the grieving family members. This was his 40th death call and they never were routine or pleasant. The next day he finished the paperwork, and they prepared the death certificates and the mortuary certificates and Sam and Khun Death took custody of the victim’s property found in his hotel room. The usual clothes, personal items and a journal – that was pornographic – he was on a sex tour of Thailand to celebrate his pending divorce. Sam decided that he would conveniently forget to send the lap top to the next of kin. Besides he could possibly publish the journal on the side and make a lot of money. First time that Sam had thought of doing that.
That night Sam decided he needed a few drinks and ended up in the Hollywood club on Nana Plaza on Sukavit Road and saw Kuhn Lek standing there. She/he invited Sam over for a night cap. Sam said “What the hey. I deserve it.” Sam had been with a number of the girls in Soi Cowboy but he had yet been with a Khatoey and was looking forward to the experience.
They went into the back room. Kuhn Lek took off her clothes revealing a stunningly beautiful body beneath her clothes. They started kissing and fooling around and Sam looked down and noticed that Kuhn Lek was turning reddish in color, and her skin was becoming leathery.
Sam jumped up alarmed and backed away from her – just as she transformed into a hideous creature with leathery wings and tentacles like that of a squid or octopus. She hissed “Sam, I am a Cthulu from the planet Sirius and I have existed for years. I live to eat human animals like you. You can’t escape your fate.” Kuhn Lek plunged at Sam.
Sam ran out the door and into his colleagues who were looking for him. Sam turned and saw Kuhn Lek flying off through the window and disappearing into the gloomy night air of Bangkok.
Sam went to the hospital to be tested for drugs as his friends thought that someone had laced his drinks as he was obviously hallucinating. He was found to be drunk but not on drugs and he went home.
The next day he wrote down everything and reported it to his boss and to the security chief. They did not believe him but his police contacts told him that they had heard of this creature before and regaled him with other tales of men being torn apart by vicious creatures after encountering a khatoey.
Sam became somewhat famous among the local staff and Embassy folks and the story of the Cthulu beast spread around town. Sam just concluded that it was a case of TIT – this is Thailand and just another night in the city of Angels. He never saw Khun Lek again – she had fled the scene.
Author notes
just another night in Bangkok
Jesus Must Die Again
by Jake Aller on January 29, 2017. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
NYC City Police Report
July 5 10 a.m.
Police officer Smith took the initial call and responded to report of a disturbed indivual walking about South Bronx naked, bleeding and screaming gibberish. Smith approached the subject, who was wandering the streets, screaming. Subject was 6 foot tall, of possible Middle Eastern descent. Subject was wandering the street looking intently to automobiles as if he had never seen an automobile. Subject appeared to be on drugs or undergoing a psychotic break down. Subject was unable to communicate in English, Spanish or Arabic. Subject had no identification or money on him. Subject appeared to be dehydrated and in considerable pain from what looked like whip marks. Subject was bleeding from many wounds but appeared to be otherwise healthy. Subject refused to cooperate, and back up was called. Patrol Smith radioed the station for advice. Lt. Amos contacted Bellevue Hospital and arranged for an emergency incarceration, as the subject was clearly a danger to himself and others. Four police officers approached the subject and subdued him with a tazer. He was brought to Bellevue and admitted at 1130 a.m. Dr. Johnson was the admitting physician.
Case closed July 5 11 a.m
Dr. Johnson Case notes Case of John Doe, Aka Bleeding Man from the Bronx Aka Jesus
July 5 1130 a.m. Subject was found wandering around South Bronx this morning muttering gibberish to himself. Subject was clearly delusional, and appeared capable of becoming violent and was brought to the hospital for evaluation. Subject was bleeding from various wounds that appeared to have been caused by whips. Subject appeared to be of Middle Eastern descent but did not seem to communicate in Arabic, English, Spanish or any other language. Subject was taken to the clinic for first aid treatment, x-rays, blood tests, and x-rays. Subject was also given a DNA screening and fingerprinted. Subject was then given sedatives and allowed to sleep.
My assistant, Dr. Amerada, suggested that he be allowed to interview the subject. Dr. Amerada said that he thought the subject might be speaking Amharic, which is spoken in his native land.
The interview was taped. Transcript follows:
Dr. A: Hello. Can you understand my language?
Subject: Yes, praise the lord, finally someone I can talk to. Where am I? What is this place? How did I get here? Why am I here?
Dr. A: Okay, good. Let’s start at the basis. I’ll answer your questions after you answer a few of mine. Okay?
Subject: Fine. Ask me anything.
Dr.A: Okay, what is your name? Where are you from? What were you doing in the Bronx? How did you get those wounds? What is your usual occupation?
Subject: Okay. My name is Jesus Nazarene. My father was Joseph of Nazarene. I was a carpenter. I was also a part-time preacher. I got into trouble with the local authorities because I had denounced the corruption in the Temple and the unholy alliance with the Roman authorities. Some of my followers thought I was the son of God. I do admit that I seemed to be able to sense divine will and had preached that the Messiah would come soon. However, the Son of God? Therefore, my followers sold me out to the Romans and I was condemned to die. I was whipped, flogged, and left to die nailed to a cross on a hilltop. The next thing I knew I found myself in your city streets. I was confused – I had never seen so many people and strange carts. Everything was just too much. I screamed out thinking I was in some sort of Hell. Then uniformed soldiers shot me at with some strange weapon and I found myself here. I still do not know where I am or why I did not die that day.
Dr.A: You claim you are Jesus. The Jesus born of Mary and Joseph that the Gospels talk about?
Subject: My name is Jesus. My father was Joseph, my mother was Mary, and my brother is James. However, I do not know what these Gospels are that you mentioned.
Dr. A: Okay. Let us see. You were left to die on that cross when?
Subject: In the springtime. I do not know the date exactly but it was early spring. There were quite a few other so-called criminals put to death that day by order of Pontius Pilate, the corrupt ruler of Jerusalem. The Priests wanted me to be killed as they thought I was a troublemaker and would ruin their cozy relations with the Romans. All I was preaching was that the end times were coming and that we must rise up against our oppressors. Can I ask you a few questions?
Dr. A: sure.
Subject: Okay where am I? What is this city? Am I on the planet Earth? Am I in heaven or Hell? Why was I brought here?
Dr. A: Okay. You are in a city called New York City. It is on the planet Earth. The Roman Emperor fell 1500 hundred years ago. When Jesus died, his followers founded a religion that has flourished since then. Most people in this country believed that Jesus was the Son of God and that he died for our sins. If you are that Jesus, it is a miracle that you have come back after 2000 years. However, I think it is more likely that you are suffering from a mental illness and we will help you recover your real identity. However, you have to help us. Can you tell us where you were living before you went to the Bronx yesterday?
Subject: I am not crazy. My name is Jesus but I do not know if I am the Jesus that you speak of. The Roman Empire is no more? 2000 years passed? I do not know how I got here. I have never been to this city and this country. I was living in Jerusalem when I was arrested
Dr. A: Okay. Let’s take a break. Would you like to eat something?
Subject: yes. Some fish, bread and rice would be nice.
Dr. A: Okay, I will order in.
Subject: How did you do that? What is that device? Who are you people?
Dr A: It is a telephone – a device that allows us to communicate long distances. It was invented 200 years ago. If you are who you claim to be, you have a lot of catching up to do. We want to help you discover who you really are.
Subject: I am Jesus, that is all. I am not the Son of God. I am a simple carpenter and a prophet of God. That’s was my mission. I want to know more about the people who call themselves Christians.
Dr. A: Well, we can give some reading material once you are able to read and write. Can you write?
Subject: Yes, I can read and write Latin and Hebrew and Greek too. I liked to read as a hobby. What language are you speaking?
Dr. A: English, the major world language today. It is derived from that spoken by those people living in Britain in your era.
Subject: I want to rest. Tomorrow can I go out into the city and walk around? I want to experience my new surroundings. In addition, I want someone to start teaching me how to speak and read your language. I believe that my mission is to spread the word to your people. I have so much to learn and do.
End of Interview with Subject
Dr. Tom Johnson was watching the interview via a one-way mirror. He was moved deeply by the experience as he was raised as a Catholic but was no longer church going. Just too busy and besides he was pretty skeptical these days, particularly with the radical Christians making inroads into every profession including the mental health field, which had for a long time been dominated by agnostics and non-religious secularists. The radical right was forever denouncing the evils of secular humanism. Tom did not know what that was exactly other than it seemed to described him and his friends.
That night Tom went out to a party and mentioned to several of his friends at the party that he had interviewed the “bleeding man from the Bronx”
“I think he is suffering from some religious delusion. He was found wondering the streets muttering gibberish and bleeding from wounds. He did not seem to understand any language we tried until my college, Dr. Amerada tried speaking Amharic. The subject understood that and claimed that he was Jesus, and was crucified by the Romans for being a troublemaker and formatting revolution. Complete nonsense of course. ”
Sara, a fellow psychologist who had a private practice specializing in cases of religious delusions was fascinated. She asked Tom for more details. Tom demurred, saying that he had probably already said too much.
Sara called the next day and offered to treat the Bleeding man pro bono provided they could find some place he could stay, as the 72 hours of involuntary commitment would run out soon.
Tom called Dr. Amerada into his office.
Tom started by asking for an update on the Bleeding man case.
Jerry responded,
” Well, you may find this hard to believe but I am inclined to believe him. Either he is who he is claiming to be or this is one of the most unusual religious delusion cases I have ever heard about. I understand that our friend Sara is interested in meeting him?”
“Jerry, Sara has even offered to treat him pro-bono if we can find a place for him to stay. What I want to do is get him out of her before the media descends upon us with stories of ‘Jesus being locked up in Bellevue’ etc get out. I figure we have probably until the end of the day before someone talks to the media. Any ideas?”
“Well, since I believe him I would like to help. I think some of my Coptic Christian friends can hide him away in the Bronx. You know that reporters usually do not like to go over there – too dangerous etc. My friends could put him up and help by having someone teach him English and basic survival skills. However, to pull this off we need a plan – let me talk to my friends. Do not worry I will not talk to the press and my friends well some of them are afraid of immigration so they will want to keep him hidden as well. One thing we could do though is have our police friends run a fingerprint and record search – see if any missing person reports match up and see if there are any immigration records with his fingerprints on it. However, if he is an illegal may be no record. Who knows?”
“Jerry, I’ll leave the details to you but make sure no one talks. We will say if asked that he was released in the custody of his cousin who claims that he took some illegal drugs and had a bad trip. He is no longer dangerous and therefore had to be released. Standard policy etc. I’ll talk to my friends in the police and see if we can get a discrete record check done.”
About 5 pm that night Jerry Amerada had made arrangements. Several Coptic Christians came to the hospital in a van and after filling out the paperwork took the bleeding man from the hospital. He was marked down as “released to relatives. Identity not confirmed. No longer dangerous to self or others. Relatives promised to pay hospital bills which will be sent to them.”
Jesus was taken to the South Bronx and to a Coptic Christian Church. He was given a room and a tutor. Dr. Amerada came by daily to catch up on him. After several weeks had gone by, Tom was feeling pleased. The media had forgotten the story. No one seemed to have spoken out of school and Tom thought to himself that it was just another weird case and he vowed to call Sara up one of these days to see if she had indeed met the bleeding man. Tom still could not bring himself to call him Jesus.
Jerry was profoundly affected by Jesus and he believed him and wanted to help him in his new ministry. The Coptic Christian church members were all sworn to secrecy by Jesus himself. Jerry had explained a bit about contemporary Christian society and the divisions between Catholics, Orthodox, and the many different types of Protestants.
Jesus was making considerable progress in learning English and could communicate basic English and had started learning to read. Jesus told the church one Sunday that he felt he should help the church out and offered to pay for his room and board as the repairperson for the Church.
The Chief priest had to explain to Jesus the facts of life.
“Jesus, if I hire you I have to prove that you are here legally. You have no ID, no history, and no records. If you start working, you would draw attention to yourself. DHS might even come by to talk to you. You
might even be arrested. Once you are arrested if you claim to be Jesus we will not be able to help you. Half the population in this country will think you are a fraud, the other half will want to worship you as the son of God. Everything you say will be written down and interpreted. ”
Father Azeri, I appreciate your help. I appreciate you taking me in, feeding me, and putting up with me. Nevertheless, I cannot live off your charity any more. I know I was brought back for a reason. It is to combat the same sort of people that were ruining the Church in my days. The money changers. The philistines. They have sold my religious teachings out. They did not understand me then and they do not understand me now.
Let us make a deal. I will stay here quietly for six more months until I can communicate my message in English and until I understand a bit more about modern society and life. In the meantime, my tutor tells me that there are fake ID’s and identity documents I can obtain? ”
“Jesus, my friend, you make it difficult to say no. Okay, you stay here for six months more as our guest. At that point we will get you some sort of paper work and see what we can do to get you a job and money. ”
“Dr. Azeri. There is something more you can and will do for me. Once I am ready to begin my campaign to clean up Christianity you will support me in all that I do. It will be dangerous. I think the enemies of the truth faith are all around and have taken over the true faith. Once I start preaching it will become very dangerous.”
Dr. Azeri assured him that he would have his support and told his staff that Jesus would be staying for six more months as their guest and that he will start preaching again in six months time.
During the next six months, Jesus works hard on his English and learning all he could about the modern world including the history of religion. He is dismayed and mortified at what had been done in his name and in the name of God. Jesus knew in his heart that he was brought back to purify Christianity and to unify mankind by preaching a new religious message. He began to deeply delve into Islam and Buddhist teachings and spent his days on the internet or in the library. He visited mosques and Buddhist temples in NYC.
Jesus signed up for various e-mail religious sites and began posting messages on various bulletin boards. Word slowly began spreading out among various belief sites that a man calling himself Jesus and claiming to be the one true messiah had come back and was living in NYC waiting to begin his mission to planet earth.
Leaders of the Christian coalition, right wing Christian groups and the Catholic Church in Rome soon heard from their followers that someone claiming to be Jesus was on the internet denouncing modern day Christian leaders for betraying the true meaning of Christianity.
One of Jesus’s postings got Rev. Jones, the leader of the new Christian movement in the U.S. very angry. Reverend Jones had spent ten years trying to bring together the various right wing Christian groups together into a new unified movement which he labeled the “new Christian movement”. His goals as listed on his web page was simple”
We aim at nothing less than a take over of the US Government by the Christian movement and the establishment of a biblical centric government in the U.S.
The US will become a shining star spreading Christian values worldwide.
We will ban all immoral conduct and shut down the adult entertainment industry.
We will clean up America by banning drugs, alcohol and tobacco products.
Premarital and extra marital sex will be illegal and severely punished.
Homosexuality will be illegal and punished by death.
Abortion will be illegal.
We will make Christianity a State Religion. Non-Christians will be free to worship at home, but will not be allowed to publicly recruit. The Islamic faith will be made illegal and all Mosques will be shut down and all Muslim believers will be given a choice – convert to Christianity or leave the U.S. They will be given one year to comply.
Immigration laws will be made fairer – workers will be allowed to come but only Christians of good character will be allowed to become citizens.
NYC City Police Report
July 5 10 a.m.
Police officer Smith took the initial call and responded to report of a disturbed indivual walking about South Bronx naked, bleeding and screaming gibberish. Smith approached the subject, who was wandering the streets, screaming. Subject was 6 foot tall, of possible Middle Eastern descent. Subject was wandering the street looking intently to automobiles as if he had never seen an automobile. Subject appeared to be on drugs or undergoing a psychotic break down. Subject was unable to communicate in English, Spanish or Arabic. Subject had no identification or money on him. Subject appeared to be dehydrated and in considerable pain from what looked like whip marks. Subject was bleeding from many wounds but appeared to be otherwise healthy. Subject refused to cooperate, and back up was called. Patrol Smith radioed the station for advice. Lt. Amos contacted Bellevue Hospital and arranged for an emergency incarceration, as the subject was clearly a danger to himself and others. Four police officers approached the subject and subdued him with a tazer. He was brought to Bellevue and admitted at 1130 a.m. Dr. Johnson was the admitting physician.
Case closed July 5 11 a.m
Dr. Johnson Case notes Case of John Doe, Aka Bleeding Man from the Bronx Aka Jesus
July 5 1130 a.m. Subject was found wandering around South Bronx this morning muttering gibberish to himself. Subject was clearly delusional, and appeared capable of becoming violent and was brought to the hospital for evaluation. Subject was bleeding from various wounds that appeared to have been caused by whips. Subject appeared to be of Middle Eastern descent but did not seem to communicate in Arabic, English, Spanish or any other language. Subject was taken to the clinic for first aid treatment, x-rays, blood tests, and x-rays. Subject was also given a DNA screening and fingerprinted. Subject was then given sedatives and allowed to sleep.
My assistant, Dr. Amerada, suggested that he be allowed to interview the subject. Dr. Amerada said that he thought the subject might be speaking Amharic, which is spoken in his native land.
The interview was taped. Transcript follows:
Dr. A: Hello. Can you understand my language?
Subject: Yes, praise the lord, finally someone I can talk to. Where am I? What is this place? How did I get here? Why am I here?
Dr. A: Okay, good. Let’s start at the basis. I’ll answer your questions after you answer a few of mine. Okay?
Subject: Fine. Ask me anything.
Dr.A: Okay, what is your name? Where are you from? What were you doing in the Bronx? How did you get those wounds? What is your usual occupation?
Subject: Okay. My name is Jesus Nazarene. My father was Joseph of Nazarene. I was a carpenter. I was also a part-time preacher. I got into trouble with the local authorities because I had denounced the corruption in the Temple and the unholy alliance with the Roman authorities. Some of my followers thought I was the son of God. I do admit that I seemed to be able to sense divine will and had preached that the Messiah would come soon. However, the Son of God? Therefore, my followers sold me out to the Romans and I was condemned to die. I was whipped, flogged, and left to die nailed to a cross on a hilltop. The next thing I knew I found myself in your city streets. I was confused – I had never seen so many people and strange carts. Everything was just too much. I screamed out thinking I was in some sort of Hell. Then uniformed soldiers shot me at with some strange weapon and I found myself here. I still do not know where I am or why I did not die that day.
Dr.A: You claim you are Jesus. The Jesus born of Mary and Joseph that the Gospels talk about?
Subject: My name is Jesus. My father was Joseph, my mother was Mary, and my brother is James. However, I do not know what these Gospels are that you mentioned.
Dr. A: Okay. Let us see. You were left to die on that cross when?
Subject: In the springtime. I do not know the date exactly but it was early spring. There were quite a few other so-called criminals put to death that day by order of Pontius Pilate, the corrupt ruler of Jerusalem. The Priests wanted me to be killed as they thought I was a troublemaker and would ruin their cozy relations with the Romans. All I was preaching was that the end times were coming and that we must rise up against our oppressors. Can I ask you a few questions?
Dr. A: sure.
Subject: Okay where am I? What is this city? Am I on the planet Earth? Am I in heaven or Hell? Why was I brought here?
Dr. A: Okay. You are in a city called New York City. It is on the planet Earth. The Roman Emperor fell 1500 hundred years ago. When Jesus died, his followers founded a religion that has flourished since then. Most people in this country believed that Jesus was the Son of God and that he died for our sins. If you are that Jesus, it is a miracle that you have come back after 2000 years. However, I think it is more likely that you are suffering from a mental illness and we will help you recover your real identity. However, you have to help us. Can you tell us where you were living before you went to the Bronx yesterday?
Subject: I am not crazy. My name is Jesus but I do not know if I am the Jesus that you speak of. The Roman Empire is no more? 2000 years passed? I do not know how I got here. I have never been to this city and this country. I was living in Jerusalem when I was arrested
Dr. A: Okay. Let’s take a break. Would you like to eat something?
Subject: yes. Some fish, bread and rice would be nice.
Dr. A: Okay, I will order in.
Subject: How did you do that? What is that device? Who are you people?
Dr A: It is a telephone – a device that allows us to communicate long distances. It was invented 200 years ago. If you are who you claim to be, you have a lot of catching up to do. We want to help you discover who you really are.
Subject: I am Jesus, that is all. I am not the Son of God. I am a simple carpenter and a prophet of God. That’s was my mission. I want to know more about the people who call themselves Christians.
Dr. A: Well, we can give some reading material once you are able to read and write. Can you write?
Subject: Yes, I can read and write Latin and Hebrew and Greek too. I liked to read as a hobby. What language are you speaking?
Dr. A: English, the major world language today. It is derived from that spoken by those people living in Britain in your era.
Subject: I want to rest. Tomorrow can I go out into the city and walk around? I want to experience my new surroundings. In addition, I want someone to start teaching me how to speak and read your language. I believe that my mission is to spread the word to your people. I have so much to learn and do.
End of Interview with Subject
Dr. Tom Johnson was watching the interview via a one-way mirror. He was moved deeply by the experience as he was raised as a Catholic but was no longer church going. Just too busy and besides he was pretty skeptical these days, particularly with the radical Christians making inroads into every profession including the mental health field, which had for a long time been dominated by agnostics and non-religious secularists. The radical right was forever denouncing the evils of secular humanism. Tom did not know what that was exactly other than it seemed to described him and his friends.
That night Tom went out to a party and mentioned to several of his friends at the party that he had interviewed the “bleeding man from the Bronx”
“I think he is suffering from some religious delusion. He was found wondering the streets muttering gibberish and bleeding from wounds. He did not seem to understand any language we tried until my college, Dr. Amerada tried speaking Amharic. The subject understood that and claimed that he was Jesus, and was crucified by the Romans for being a troublemaker and formatting revolution. Complete nonsense of course. ”
Sara, a fellow psychologist who had a private practice specializing in cases of religious delusions was fascinated. She asked Tom for more details. Tom demurred, saying that he had probably already said too much.
Sara called the next day and offered to treat the Bleeding man pro bono provided they could find some place he could stay, as the 72 hours of involuntary commitment would run out soon.
Tom called Dr. Amerada into his office.
Tom started by asking for an update on the Bleeding man case.
Jerry responded,
” Well, you may find this hard to believe but I am inclined to believe him. Either he is who he is claiming to be or this is one of the most unusual religious delusion cases I have ever heard about. I understand that our friend Sara is interested in meeting him?”
“Jerry, Sara has even offered to treat him pro-bono if we can find a place for him to stay. What I want to do is get him out of her before the media descends upon us with stories of ‘Jesus being locked up in Bellevue’ etc get out. I figure we have probably until the end of the day before someone talks to the media. Any ideas?”
“Well, since I believe him I would like to help. I think some of my Coptic Christian friends can hide him away in the Bronx. You know that reporters usually do not like to go over there – too dangerous etc. My friends could put him up and help by having someone teach him English and basic survival skills. However, to pull this off we need a plan – let me talk to my friends. Do not worry I will not talk to the press and my friends well some of them are afraid of immigration so they will want to keep him hidden as well. One thing we could do though is have our police friends run a fingerprint and record search – see if any missing person reports match up and see if there are any immigration records with his fingerprints on it. However, if he is an illegal may be no record. Who knows?”
“Jerry, I’ll leave the details to you but make sure no one talks. We will say if asked that he was released in the custody of his cousin who claims that he took some illegal drugs and had a bad trip. He is no longer dangerous and therefore had to be released. Standard policy etc. I’ll talk to my friends in the police and see if we can get a discrete record check done.”
About 5 pm that night Jerry Amerada had made arrangements. Several Coptic Christians came to the hospital in a van and after filling out the paperwork took the bleeding man from the hospital. He was marked down as “released to relatives. Identity not confirmed. No longer dangerous to self or others. Relatives promised to pay hospital bills which will be sent to them.”
Jesus was taken to the South Bronx and to a Coptic Christian Church. He was given a room and a tutor. Dr. Amerada came by daily to catch up on him. After several weeks had gone by, Tom was feeling pleased. The media had forgotten the story. No one seemed to have spoken out of school and Tom thought to himself that it was just another weird case and he vowed to call Sara up one of these days to see if she had indeed met the bleeding man. Tom still could not bring himself to call him Jesus.
Jerry was profoundly affected by Jesus and he believed him and wanted to help him in his new ministry. The Coptic Christian church members were all sworn to secrecy by Jesus himself. Jerry had explained a bit about contemporary Christian society and the divisions between Catholics, Orthodox, and the many different types of Protestants.
Jesus was making considerable progress in learning English and could communicate basic English and had started learning to read. Jesus told the church one Sunday that he felt he should help the church out and offered to pay for his room and board as the repairperson for the Church.
The Chief priest had to explain to Jesus the facts of life.
“Jesus, if I hire you I have to prove that you are here legally. You have no ID, no history, and no records. If you start working, you would draw attention to yourself. DHS might even come by to talk to you. You
might even be arrested. Once you are arrested if you claim to be Jesus we will not be able to help you. Half the population in this country will think you are a fraud, the other half will want to worship you as the son of God. Everything you say will be written down and interpreted. ”
Father Azeri, I appreciate your help. I appreciate you taking me in, feeding me, and putting up with me. Nevertheless, I cannot live off your charity any more. I know I was brought back for a reason. It is to combat the same sort of people that were ruining the Church in my days. The money changers. The philistines. They have sold my religious teachings out. They did not understand me then and they do not understand me now.
Let us make a deal. I will stay here quietly for six more months until I can communicate my message in English and until I understand a bit more about modern society and life. In the meantime, my tutor tells me that there are fake ID’s and identity documents I can obtain? ”
“Jesus, my friend, you make it difficult to say no. Okay, you stay here for six months more as our guest. At that point we will get you some sort of paper work and see what we can do to get you a job and money. ”
“Dr. Azeri. There is something more you can and will do for me. Once I am ready to begin my campaign to clean up Christianity you will support me in all that I do. It will be dangerous. I think the enemies of the truth faith are all around and have taken over the true faith. Once I start preaching it will become very dangerous.”
Dr. Azeri assured him that he would have his support and told his staff that Jesus would be staying for six more months as their guest and that he will start preaching again in six months time.
During the next six months, Jesus works hard on his English and learning all he could about the modern world including the history of religion. He is dismayed and mortified at what had been done in his name and in the name of God. Jesus knew in his heart that he was brought back to purify Christianity and to unify mankind by preaching a new religious message. He began to deeply delve into Islam and Buddhist teachings and spent his days on the internet or in the library. He visited mosques and Buddhist temples in NYC.
Jesus signed up for various e-mail religious sites and began posting messages on various bulletin boards. Word slowly began spreading out among various belief sites that a man calling himself Jesus and claiming to be the one true messiah had come back and was living in NYC waiting to begin his mission to planet earth.
Leaders of the Christian coalition, right wing Christian groups and the Catholic Church in Rome soon heard from their followers that someone claiming to be Jesus was on the internet denouncing modern day Christian leaders for betraying the true meaning of Christianity.
One of Jesus’s postings got Rev. Jones, the leader of the new Christian movement in the U.S. very angry. Reverend Jones had spent ten years trying to bring together the various right wing Christian groups together into a new unified movement which he labeled the “new Christian movement”. His goals as listed on his web page was simple”
We aim at nothing less than a take over of the US Government by the Christian movement and the establishment of a biblical centric government in the U.S.
The US will become a shining star spreading Christian values worldwide.
We will ban all immoral conduct and shut down the adult entertainment industry.
We will clean up America by banning drugs, alcohol and tobacco products.
Premarital and extra marital sex will be illegal and severely punished.
Homosexuality will be illegal and punished by death.
Abortion will be illegal.
We will make Christianity a State Religion. Non-Christians will be free to worship at home, but will not be allowed to publicly recruit. The Islamic faith will be made illegal and all Mosques will be shut down and all Muslim believers will be given a choice – convert to Christianity or leave the U.S. They will be given one year to comply.
Immigration laws will be made fairer – workers will be allowed to come but only Christians of good character will be allowed to become citizens.
NYC City Police Report
July 5 10 a.m.
Police officer Smith took the initial call and responded to report of a disturbed indivual walking about South Bronx naked, bleeding and screaming gibberish. Smith approached the subject, who was wandering the streets, screaming. Subject was 6 foot tall, of possible Middle Eastern descent. Subject was wandering the street looking intently to automobiles as if he had never seen an automobile. Subject appeared to be on drugs or undergoing a psychotic break down. Subject was unable to communicate in English, Spanish or Arabic. Subject had no identification or money on him. Subject appeared to be dehydrated and in considerable pain from what looked like whip marks. Subject was bleeding from many wounds but appeared to be otherwise healthy. Subject refused to cooperate, and back up was called. Patrol Smith radioed the station for advice. Lt. Amos contacted Bellevue Hospital and arranged for an emergency incarceration, as the subject was clearly a danger to himself and others. Four police officers approached the subject and subdued him with a tazer. He was brought to Bellevue and admitted at 1130 a.m. Dr. Johnson was the admitting physician.
Case closed July 5 11 a.m
Dr. Johnson Case notes Case of John Doe, Aka Bleeding Man from the Bronx Aka Jesus
July 5 1130 a.m. Subject was found wandering around South Bronx this morning muttering gibberish to himself. Subject was clearly delusional, and appeared capable of becoming violent and was brought to the hospital for evaluation. Subject was bleeding from various wounds that appeared to have been caused by whips. Subject appeared to be of Middle Eastern descent but did not seem to communicate in Arabic, English, Spanish or any other language. Subject was taken to the clinic for first aid treatment, x-rays, blood tests, and x-rays. Subject was also given a DNA screening and fingerprinted. Subject was then given sedatives and allowed to sleep.
My assistant, Dr. Amerada, suggested that he be allowed to interview the subject. Dr. Amerada said that he thought the subject might be speaking Amharic, which is spoken in his native land.
The interview was taped. Transcript follows:
Dr. A: Hello. Can you understand my language?
Subject: Yes, praise the lord, finally someone I can talk to. Where am I? What is this place? How did I get here? Why am I here?
Dr. A: Okay, good. Let’s start at the basis. I’ll answer your questions after you answer a few of mine. Okay?
Subject: Fine. Ask me anything.
Dr.A: Okay, what is your name? Where are you from? What were you doing in the Bronx? How did you get those wounds? What is your usual occupation?
Subject: Okay. My name is Jesus Nazarene. My father was Joseph of Nazarene. I was a carpenter. I was also a part-time preacher. I got into trouble with the local authorities because I had denounced the corruption in the Temple and the unholy alliance with the Roman authorities. Some of my followers thought I was the son of God. I do admit that I seemed to be able to sense divine will and had preached that the Messiah would come soon. However, the Son of God? Therefore, my followers sold me out to the Romans and I was condemned to die. I was whipped, flogged, and left to die nailed to a cross on a hilltop. The next thing I knew I found myself in your city streets. I was confused – I had never seen so many people and strange carts. Everything was just too much. I screamed out thinking I was in some sort of Hell. Then uniformed soldiers shot me at with some strange weapon and I found myself here. I still do not know where I am or why I did not die that day.
Dr.A: You claim you are Jesus. The Jesus born of Mary and Joseph that the Gospels talk about?
Subject: My name is Jesus. My father was Joseph, my mother was Mary, and my brother is James. However, I do not know what these Gospels are that you mentioned.
Dr. A: Okay. Let us see. You were left to die on that cross when?
Subject: In the springtime. I do not know the date exactly but it was early spring. There were quite a few other so-called criminals put to death that day by order of Pontius Pilate, the corrupt ruler of Jerusalem. The Priests wanted me to be killed as they thought I was a troublemaker and would ruin their cozy relations with the Romans. All I was preaching was that the end times were coming and that we must rise up against our oppressors. Can I ask you a few questions?
Dr. A: sure.
Subject: Okay where am I? What is this city? Am I on the planet Earth? Am I in heaven or Hell? Why was I brought here?
Dr. A: Okay. You are in a city called New York City. It is on the planet Earth. The Roman Emperor fell 1500 hundred years ago. When Jesus died, his followers founded a religion that has flourished since then. Most people in this country believed that Jesus was the Son of God and that he died for our sins. If you are that Jesus, it is a miracle that you have come back after 2000 years. However, I think it is more likely that you are suffering from a mental illness and we will help you recover your real identity. However, you have to help us. Can you tell us where you were living before you went to the Bronx yesterday?
Subject: I am not crazy. My name is Jesus but I do not know if I am the Jesus that you speak of. The Roman Empire is no more? 2000 years passed? I do not know how I got here. I have never been to this city and this country. I was living in Jerusalem when I was arrested
Dr. A: Okay. Let’s take a break. Would you like to eat something?
Subject: yes. Some fish, bread and rice would be nice.
Dr. A: Okay, I will order in.
Subject: How did you do that? What is that device? Who are you people?
Dr A: It is a telephone – a device that allows us to communicate long distances. It was invented 200 years ago. If you are who you claim to be, you have a lot of catching up to do. We want to help you discover who you really are.
Subject: I am Jesus, that is all. I am not the Son of God. I am a simple carpenter and a prophet of God. That’s was my mission. I want to know more about the people who call themselves Christians.
Dr. A: Well, we can give some reading material once you are able to read and write. Can you write?
Subject: Yes, I can read and write Latin and Hebrew and Greek too. I liked to read as a hobby. What language are you speaking?
Dr. A: English, the major world language today. It is derived from that spoken by those people living in Britain in your era.
Subject: I want to rest. Tomorrow can I go out into the city and walk around? I want to experience my new surroundings. In addition, I want someone to start teaching me how to speak and read your language. I believe that my mission is to spread the word to your people. I have so much to learn and do.
End of Interview with Subject
Dr. Tom Johnson was watching the interview via a one-way mirror. He was moved deeply by the experience as he was raised as a Catholic but was no longer church going. Just too busy and besides he was pretty skeptical these days, particularly with the radical Christians making inroads into every profession including the mental health field, which had for a long time been dominated by agnostics and non-religious secularists. The radical right was forever denouncing the evils of secular humanism. Tom did not know what that was exactly other than it seemed to described him and his friends.
That night Tom went out to a party and mentioned to several of his friends at the party that he had interviewed the “bleeding man from the Bronx”
“I think he is suffering from some religious delusion. He was found wondering the streets muttering gibberish and bleeding from wounds. He did not seem to understand any language we tried until my college, Dr. Amerada tried speaking Amharic. The subject understood that and claimed that he was Jesus, and was crucified by the Romans for being a troublemaker and formatting revolution. Complete nonsense of course. ”
Sara, a fellow psychologist who had a private practice specializing in cases of religious delusions was fascinated. She asked Tom for more details. Tom demurred, saying that he had probably already said too much.
Sara called the next day and offered to treat the Bleeding man pro bono provided they could find some place he could stay, as the 72 hours of involuntary commitment would run out soon.
Tom called Dr. Amerada into his office.
Tom started by asking for an update on the Bleeding man case.
Jerry responded,
” Well, you may find this hard to believe but I am inclined to believe him. Either he is who he is claiming to be or this is one of the most unusual religious delusion cases I have ever heard about. I understand that our friend Sara is interested in meeting him?”
“Jerry, Sara has even offered to treat him pro-bono if we can find a place for him to stay. What I want to do is get him out of her before the media descends upon us with stories of ‘Jesus being locked up in Bellevue’ etc get out. I figure we have probably until the end of the day before someone talks to the media. Any ideas?”
“Well, since I believe him I would like to help. I think some of my Coptic Christian friends can hide him away in the Bronx. You know that reporters usually do not like to go over there – too dangerous etc. My friends could put him up and help by having someone teach him English and basic survival skills. However, to pull this off we need a plan – let me talk to my friends. Do not worry I will not talk to the press and my friends well some of them are afraid of immigration so they will want to keep him hidden as well. One thing we could do though is have our police friends run a fingerprint and record search – see if any missing person reports match up and see if there are any immigration records with his fingerprints on it. However, if he is an illegal may be no record. Who knows?”
“Jerry, I’ll leave the details to you but make sure no one talks. We will say if asked that he was released in the custody of his cousin who claims that he took some illegal drugs and had a bad trip. He is no longer dangerous and therefore had to be released. Standard policy etc. I’ll talk to my friends in the police and see if we can get a discrete record check done.”
About 5 pm that night Jerry Amerada had made arrangements. Several Coptic Christians came to the hospital in a van and after filling out the paperwork took the bleeding man from the hospital. He was marked down as “released to relatives. Identity not confirmed. No longer dangerous to self or others. Relatives promised to pay hospital bills which will be sent to them.”
Jesus was taken to the South Bronx and to a Coptic Christian Church. He was given a room and a tutor. Dr. Amerada came by daily to catch up on him. After several weeks had gone by, Tom was feeling pleased. The media had forgotten the story. No one seemed to have spoken out of school and Tom thought to himself that it was just another weird case and he vowed to call Sara up one of these days to see if she had indeed met the bleeding man. Tom still could not bring himself to call him Jesus.
Jerry was profoundly affected by Jesus and he believed him and wanted to help him in his new ministry. The Coptic Christian church members were all sworn to secrecy by Jesus himself. Jerry had explained a bit about contemporary Christian society and the divisions between Catholics, Orthodox, and the many different types of Protestants.
Jesus was making considerable progress in learning English and could communicate basic English and had started learning to read. Jesus told the church one Sunday that he felt he should help the church out and offered to pay for his room and board as the repairperson for the Church.
The Chief priest had to explain to Jesus the facts of life.
“Jesus, if I hire you I have to prove that you are here legally. You have no ID, no history, and no records. If you start working, you would draw attention to yourself. DHS might even come by to talk to you. You
might even be arrested. Once you are arrested if you claim to be Jesus we will not be able to help you. Half the population in this country will think you are a fraud, the other half will want to worship you as the son of God. Everything you say will be written down and interpreted. ”
Father Azeri, I appreciate your help. I appreciate you taking me in, feeding me, and putting up with me. Nevertheless, I cannot live off your charity any more. I know I was brought back for a reason. It is to combat the same sort of people that were ruining the Church in my days. The money changers. The philistines. They have sold my religious teachings out. They did not understand me then and they do not understand me now.
Let us make a deal. I will stay here quietly for six more months until I can communicate my message in English and until I understand a bit more about modern society and life. In the meantime, my tutor tells me that there are fake ID’s and identity documents I can obtain? ”
“Jesus, my friend, you make it difficult to say no. Okay, you stay here for six months more as our guest. At that point we will get you some sort of paper work and see what we can do to get you a job and money. ”
“Dr. Azeri. There is something more you can and will do for me. Once I am ready to begin my campaign to clean up Christianity you will support me in all that I do. It will be dangerous. I think the enemies of the truth faith are all around and have taken over the true faith. Once I start preaching it will become very dangerous.”
Dr. Azeri assured him that he would have his support and told his staff that Jesus would be staying for six more months as their guest and that he will start preaching again in six months time.
During the next six months, Jesus works hard on his English and learning all he could about the modern world including the history of religion. He is dismayed and mortified at what had been done in his name and in the name of God. Jesus knew in his heart that he was brought back to purify Christianity and to unify mankind by preaching a new religious message. He began to deeply delve into Islam and Buddhist teachings and spent his days on the internet or in the library. He visited mosques and Buddhist temples in NYC.
Jesus signed up for various e-mail religious sites and began posting messages on various bulletin boards. Word slowly began spreading out among various belief sites that a man calling himself Jesus and claiming to be the one true messiah had come back and was living in NYC waiting to begin his mission to planet earth.
Leaders of the Christian coalition, right wing Christian groups and the Catholic Church in Rome soon heard from their followers that someone claiming to be Jesus was on the internet denouncing modern day Christian leaders for betraying the true meaning of Christianity.
One of Jesus’s postings got Rev. Jones, the leader of the new Christian movement in the U.S. very angry. Reverend Jones had spent ten years trying to bring together the various right wing Christian groups together into a new unified movement which he labeled the “new Christian movement”. His goals as listed on his web page was simple”
We aim at nothing less than a take over of the US Government by the Christian movement and the establishment of a biblical centric government in the U.S.
The US will become a shining star spreading Christian values worldwide.
We will ban all immoral conduct and shut down the adult entertainment industry.
We will clean up America by banning drugs, alcohol and tobacco products.
Premarital and extra marital sex will be illegal and severely punished.
Homosexuality will be illegal and punished by death.
Abortion will be illegal.
We will make Christianity a State Religion. Non-Christians will be free to worship at home, but will not be allowed to publicly recruit. The Islamic faith will be made illegal and all Mosques will be shut down and all Muslim believers will be given a choice – convert to Christianity or leave the U.S. They will be given one year to comply.
Immigration laws will be made fairer – workers will be allowed to come but only Christians of good character will be allowed to become citizens.
NYC City Police Report
July 5 10 a.m.
Police officer Smith took the initial call and responded to report of a disturbed indivual walking about South Bronx naked, bleeding and screaming gibberish. Smith approached the subject, who was wandering the streets, screaming. Subject was 6 foot tall, of possible Middle Eastern descent. Subject was wandering the street looking intently to automobiles as if he had never seen an automobile. Subject appeared to be on drugs or undergoing a psychotic break down. Subject was unable to communicate in English, Spanish or Arabic. Subject had no identification or money on him. Subject appeared to be dehydrated and in considerable pain from what looked like whip marks. Subject was bleeding from many wounds but appeared to be otherwise healthy. Subject refused to cooperate, and back up was called. Patrol Smith radioed the station for advice. Lt. Amos contacted Bellevue Hospital and arranged for an emergency incarceration, as the subject was clearly a danger to himself and others. Four police officers approached the subject and subdued him with a tazer. He was brought to Bellevue and admitted at 1130 a.m. Dr. Johnson was the admitting physician.
Case closed July 5 11 a.m
Dr. Johnson Case notes Case of John Doe, Aka Bleeding Man from the Bronx Aka Jesus
July 5 1130 a.m. Subject was found wandering around South Bronx this morning muttering gibberish to himself. Subject was clearly delusional, and appeared capable of becoming violent and was brought to the hospital for evaluation. Subject was bleeding from various wounds that appeared to have been caused by whips. Subject appeared to be of Middle Eastern descent but did not seem to communicate in Arabic, English, Spanish or any other language. Subject was taken to the clinic for first aid treatment, x-rays, blood tests, and x-rays. Subject was also given a DNA screening and fingerprinted. Subject was then given sedatives and allowed to sleep.
My assistant, Dr. Amerada, suggested that he be allowed to interview the subject. Dr. Amerada said that he thought the subject might be speaking Amharic, which is spoken in his native land.
The interview was taped. Transcript follows:
Dr. A: Hello. Can you understand my language?
Subject: Yes, praise the lord, finally someone I can talk to. Where am I? What is this place? How did I get here? Why am I here?
Dr. A: Okay, good. Let’s start at the basis. I’ll answer your questions after you answer a few of mine. Okay?
Subject: Fine. Ask me anything.
Dr.A: Okay, what is your name? Where are you from? What were you doing in the Bronx? How did you get those wounds? What is your usual occupation?
Subject: Okay. My name is Jesus Nazarene. My father was Joseph of Nazarene. I was a carpenter. I was also a part-time preacher. I got into trouble with the local authorities because I had denounced the corruption in the Temple and the unholy alliance with the Roman authorities. Some of my followers thought I was the son of God. I do admit that I seemed to be able to sense divine will and had preached that the Messiah would come soon. However, the Son of God? Therefore, my followers sold me out to the Romans and I was condemned to die. I was whipped, flogged, and left to die nailed to a cross on a hilltop. The next thing I knew I found myself in your city streets. I was confused – I had never seen so many people and strange carts. Everything was just too much. I screamed out thinking I was in some sort of Hell. Then uniformed soldiers shot me at with some strange weapon and I found myself here. I still do not know where I am or why I did not die that day.
Dr.A: You claim you are Jesus. The Jesus born of Mary and Joseph that the Gospels talk about?
Subject: My name is Jesus. My father was Joseph, my mother was Mary, and my brother is James. However, I do not know what these Gospels are that you mentioned.
Dr. A: Okay. Let us see. You were left to die on that cross when?
Subject: In the springtime. I do not know the date exactly but it was early spring. There were quite a few other so-called criminals put to death that day by order of Pontius Pilate, the corrupt ruler of Jerusalem. The Priests wanted me to be killed as they thought I was a troublemaker and would ruin their cozy relations with the Romans. All I was preaching was that the end times were coming and that we must rise up against our oppressors. Can I ask you a few questions?
Dr. A: sure.
Subject: Okay where am I? What is this city? Am I on the planet Earth? Am I in heaven or Hell? Why was I brought here?
Dr. A: Okay. You are in a city called New York City. It is on the planet Earth. The Roman Emperor fell 1500 hundred years ago. When Jesus died, his followers founded a religion that has flourished since then. Most people in this country believed that Jesus was the Son of God and that he died for our sins. If you are that Jesus, it is a miracle that you have come back after 2000 years. However, I think it is more likely that you are suffering from a mental illness and we will help you recover your real identity. However, you have to help us. Can you tell us where you were living before you went to the Bronx yesterday?
Subject: I am not crazy. My name is Jesus but I do not know if I am the Jesus that you speak of. The Roman Empire is no more? 2000 years passed? I do not know how I got here. I have never been to this city and this country. I was living in Jerusalem when I was arrested
Dr. A: Okay. Let’s take a break. Would you like to eat something?
Subject: yes. Some fish, bread and rice would be nice.
Dr. A: Okay, I will order in.
Subject: How did you do that? What is that device? Who are you people?
Dr A: It is a telephone – a device that allows us to communicate long distances. It was invented 200 years ago. If you are who you claim to be, you have a lot of catching up to do. We want to help you discover who you really are.
Subject: I am Jesus, that is all. I am not the Son of God. I am a simple carpenter and a prophet of God. That’s was my mission. I want to know more about the people who call themselves Christians.
Dr. A: Well, we can give some reading material once you are able to read and write. Can you write?
Subject: Yes, I can read and write Latin and Hebrew and Greek too. I liked to read as a hobby. What language are you speaking?
Dr. A: English, the major world language today. It is derived from that spoken by those people living in Britain in your era.
Subject: I want to rest. Tomorrow can I go out into the city and walk around? I want to experience my new surroundings. In addition, I want someone to start teaching me how to speak and read your language. I believe that my mission is to spread the word to your people. I have so much to learn and do.
End of Interview with Subject
Dr. Tom Johnson was watching the interview via a one-way mirror. He was moved deeply by the experience as he was raised as a Catholic but was no longer church going. Just too busy and besides he was pretty skeptical these days, particularly with the radical Christians making inroads into every profession including the mental health field, which had for a long time been dominated by agnostics and non-religious secularists. The radical right was forever denouncing the evils of secular humanism. Tom did not know what that was exactly other than it seemed to described him and his friends.
That night Tom went out to a party and mentioned to several of his friends at the party that he had interviewed the “bleeding man from the Bronx”
“I think he is suffering from some religious delusion. He was found wondering the streets muttering gibberish and bleeding from wounds. He did not seem to understand any language we tried until my college, Dr. Amerada tried speaking Amharic. The subject understood that and claimed that he was Jesus, and was crucified by the Romans for being a troublemaker and formatting revolution. Complete nonsense of course. ”
Sara, a fellow psychologist who had a private practice specializing in cases of religious delusions was fascinated. She asked Tom for more details. Tom demurred, saying that he had probably already said too much.
Sara called the next day and offered to treat the Bleeding man pro bono provided they could find some place he could stay, as the 72 hours of involuntary commitment would run out soon.
Tom called Dr. Amerada into his office.
Tom started by asking for an update on the Bleeding man case.
Jerry responded,
” Well, you may find this hard to believe but I am inclined to believe him. Either he is who he is claiming to be or this is one of the most unusual religious delusion cases I have ever heard about. I understand that our friend Sara is interested in meeting him?”
“Jerry, Sara has even offered to treat him pro-bono if we can find a place for him to stay. What I want to do is get him out of her before the media descends upon us with stories of ‘Jesus being locked up in Bellevue’ etc get out. I figure we have probably until the end of the day before someone talks to the media. Any ideas?”
“Well, since I believe him I would like to help. I think some of my Coptic Christian friends can hide him away in the Bronx. You know that reporters usually do not like to go over there – too dangerous etc. My friends could put him up and help by having someone teach him English and basic survival skills. However, to pull this off we need a plan – let me talk to my friends. Do not worry I will not talk to the press and my friends well some of them are afraid of immigration so they will want to keep him hidden as well. One thing we could do though is have our police friends run a fingerprint and record search – see if any missing person reports match up and see if there are any immigration records with his fingerprints on it. However, if he is an illegal may be no record. Who knows?”
“Jerry, I’ll leave the details to you but make sure no one talks. We will say if asked that he was released in the custody of his cousin who claims that he took some illegal drugs and had a bad trip. He is no longer dangerous and therefore had to be released. Standard policy etc. I’ll talk to my friends in the police and see if we can get a discrete record check done.”
About 5 pm that night Jerry Amerada had made arrangements. Several Coptic Christians came to the hospital in a van and after filling out the paperwork took the bleeding man from the hospital. He was marked down as “released to relatives. Identity not confirmed. No longer dangerous to self or others. Relatives promised to pay hospital bills which will be sent to them.”
Jesus was taken to the South Bronx and to a Coptic Christian Church. He was given a room and a tutor. Dr. Amerada came by daily to catch up on him. After several weeks had gone by, Tom was feeling pleased. The media had forgotten the story. No one seemed to have spoken out of school and Tom thought to himself that it was just another weird case and he vowed to call Sara up one of these days to see if she had indeed met the bleeding man. Tom still could not bring himself to call him Jesus.
Jerry was profoundly affected by Jesus and he believed him and wanted to help him in his new ministry. The Coptic Christian church members were all sworn to secrecy by Jesus himself. Jerry had explained a bit about contemporary Christian society and the divisions between Catholics, Orthodox, and the many different types of Protestants.
Jesus was making considerable progress in learning English and could communicate basic English and had started learning to read. Jesus told the church one Sunday that he felt he should help the church out and offered to pay for his room and board as the repairperson for the Church.
The Chief priest had to explain to Jesus the facts of life.
“Jesus, if I hire you I have to prove that you are here legally. You have no ID, no history, and no records. If you start working, you would draw attention to yourself. DHS might even come by to talk to you. You
might even be arrested. Once you are arrested if you claim to be Jesus we will not be able to help you. Half the population in this country will think you are a fraud, the other half will want to worship you as the son of God. Everything you say will be written down and interpreted. ”
Father Azeri, I appreciate your help. I appreciate you taking me in, feeding me, and putting up with me. Nevertheless, I cannot live off your charity any more. I know I was brought back for a reason. It is to combat the same sort of people that were ruining the Church in my days. The money changers. The philistines. They have sold my religious teachings out. They did not understand me then and they do not understand me now.
Let us make a deal. I will stay here quietly for six more months until I can communicate my message in English and until I understand a bit more about modern society and life. In the meantime, my tutor tells me that there are fake ID’s and identity documents I can obtain? ”
“Jesus, my friend, you make it difficult to say no. Okay, you stay here for six months more as our guest. At that point we will get you some sort of paper work and see what we can do to get you a job and money. ”
“Dr. Azeri. There is something more you can and will do for me. Once I am ready to begin my campaign to clean up Christianity you will support me in all that I do. It will be dangerous. I think the enemies of the truth faith are all around and have taken over the true faith. Once I start preaching it will become very dangerous.”
Dr. Azeri assured him that he would have his support and told his staff that Jesus would be staying for six more months as their guest and that he will start preaching again in six months time.
During the next six months, Jesus works hard on his English and learning all he could about the modern world including the history of religion. He is dismayed and mortified at what had been done in his name and in the name of God. Jesus knew in his heart that he was brought back to purify Christianity and to unify mankind by preaching a new religious message. He began to deeply delve into Islam and Buddhist teachings and spent his days on the internet or in the library. He visited mosques and Buddhist temples in NYC.
Jesus signed up for various e-mail religious sites and began posting messages on various bulletin boards. Word slowly began spreading out among various belief sites that a man calling himself Jesus and claiming to be the one true messiah had come back and was living in NYC waiting to begin his mission to planet earth.
Leaders of the Christian coalition, right wing Christian groups and the Catholic Church in Rome soon heard from their followers that someone claiming to be Jesus was on the internet denouncing modern day Christian leaders for betraying the true meaning of Christianity.
One of Jesus’s postings got Rev. Jones, the leader of the new Christian movement in the U.S. very angry. Reverend Jones had spent ten years trying to bring together the various right wing Christian groups together into a new unified movement which he labeled the “new Christian movement”. His goals as listed on his web page was simple”
We aim at nothing less than a take over of the US Government by the Christian movement and the establishment of a biblical centric government in the U.S.
The US will become a shining star spreading Christian values worldwide.
We will ban all immoral conduct and shut down the adult entertainment industry.
We will clean up America by banning drugs, alcohol and tobacco products.
Premarital and extra marital sex will be illegal and severely punished.
Homosexuality will be illegal and punished by death.
Abortion will be illegal.
We will make Christianity a State Religion. Non-Christians will be free to worship at home, but will not be allowed to publicly recruit. The Islamic faith will be made illegal and all Mosques will be shut down and all Muslim believers will be given a choice – convert to Christianity or leave the U.S. They will be given one year to comply.
Immigration laws will be made fairer – workers will be allowed to come but only Christians of good character will be allowed to become citizens.
NYC City Police Report
July 5 10 a.m.
Police officer Smith took the initial call and responded to report of a disturbed indivual walking about South Bronx naked, bleeding and screaming gibberish. Smith approached the subject, who was wandering the streets, screaming. Subject was 6 foot tall, of possible Middle Eastern descent. Subject was wandering the street looking intently to automobiles as if he had never seen an automobile. Subject appeared to be on drugs or undergoing a psychotic break down. Subject was unable to communicate in English, Spanish or Arabic. Subject had no identification or money on him. Subject appeared to be dehydrated and in considerable pain from what looked like whip marks. Subject was bleeding from many wounds but appeared to be otherwise healthy. Subject refused to cooperate, and back up was called. Patrol Smith radioed the station for advice. Lt. Amos contacted Bellevue Hospital and arranged for an emergency incarceration, as the subject was clearly a danger to himself and others. Four police officers approached the subject and subdued him with a tazer. He was brought to Bellevue and admitted at 1130 a.m. Dr. Johnson was the admitting physician.
Case closed July 5 11 a.m
Dr. Johnson Case notes Case of John Doe, Aka Bleeding Man from the Bronx Aka Jesus
July 5 1130 a.m. Subject was found wandering around South Bronx this morning muttering gibberish to himself. Subject was clearly delusional, and appeared capable of becoming violent and was brought to the hospital for evaluation. Subject was bleeding from various wounds that appeared to have been caused by whips. Subject appeared to be of Middle Eastern descent but did not seem to communicate in Arabic, English, Spanish or any other language. Subject was taken to the clinic for first aid treatment, x-rays, blood tests, and x-rays. Subject was also given a DNA screening and fingerprinted. Subject was then given sedatives and allowed to sleep.
My assistant, Dr. Amerada, suggested that he be allowed to interview the subject. Dr. Amerada said that he thought the subject might be speaking Amharic, which is spoken in his native land.
The interview was taped. Transcript follows:
Dr. A: Hello. Can you understand my language?
Subject: Yes, praise the lord, finally someone I can talk to. Where am I? What is this place? How did I get here? Why am I here?
Dr. A: Okay, good. Let’s start at the basis. I’ll answer your questions after you answer a few of mine. Okay?
Subject: Fine. Ask me anything.
Dr.A: Okay, what is your name? Where are you from? What were you doing in the Bronx? How did you get those wounds? What is your usual occupation?
Subject: Okay. My name is Jesus Nazarene. My father was Joseph of Nazarene. I was a carpenter. I was also a part-time preacher. I got into trouble with the local authorities because I had denounced the corruption in the Temple and the unholy alliance with the Roman authorities. Some of my followers thought I was the son of God. I do admit that I seemed to be able to sense divine will and had preached that the Messiah would come soon. However, the Son of God? Therefore, my followers sold me out to the Romans and I was condemned to die. I was whipped, flogged, and left to die nailed to a cross on a hilltop. The next thing I knew I found myself in your city streets. I was confused – I had never seen so many people and strange carts. Everything was just too much. I screamed out thinking I was in some sort of Hell. Then uniformed soldiers shot me at with some strange weapon and I found myself here. I still do not know where I am or why I did not die that day.
Dr.A: You claim you are Jesus. The Jesus born of Mary and Joseph that the Gospels talk about?
Subject: My name is Jesus. My father was Joseph, my mother was Mary, and my brother is James. However, I do not know what these Gospels are that you mentioned.
Dr. A: Okay. Let us see. You were left to die on that cross when?
Subject: In the springtime. I do not know the date exactly but it was early spring. There were quite a few other so-called criminals put to death that day by order of Pontius Pilate, the corrupt ruler of Jerusalem. The Priests wanted me to be killed as they thought I was a troublemaker and would ruin their cozy relations with the Romans. All I was preaching was that the end times were coming and that we must rise up against our oppressors. Can I ask you a few questions?
Dr. A: sure.
Subject: Okay where am I? What is this city? Am I on the planet Earth? Am I in heaven or Hell? Why was I brought here?
Dr. A: Okay. You are in a city called New York City. It is on the planet Earth. The Roman Emperor fell 1500 hundred years ago. When Jesus died, his followers founded a religion that has flourished since then. Most people in this country believed that Jesus was the Son of God and that he died for our sins. If you are that Jesus, it is a miracle that you have come back after 2000 years. However, I think it is more likely that you are suffering from a mental illness and we will help you recover your real identity. However, you have to help us. Can you tell us where you were living before you went to the Bronx yesterday?
Subject: I am not crazy. My name is Jesus but I do not know if I am the Jesus that you speak of. The Roman Empire is no more? 2000 years passed? I do not know how I got here. I have never been to this city and this country. I was living in Jerusalem when I was arrested
Dr. A: Okay. Let’s take a break. Would you like to eat something?
Subject: yes. Some fish, bread and rice would be nice.
Dr. A: Okay, I will order in.
Subject: How did you do that? What is that device? Who are you people?
Dr A: It is a telephone – a device that allows us to communicate long distances. It was invented 200 years ago. If you are who you claim to be, you have a lot of catching up to do. We want to help you discover who you really are.
Subject: I am Jesus, that is all. I am not the Son of God. I am a simple carpenter and a prophet of God. That’s was my mission. I want to know more about the people who call themselves Christians.
Dr. A: Well, we can give some reading material once you are able to read and write. Can you write?
Subject: Yes, I can read and write Latin and Hebrew and Greek too. I liked to read as a hobby. What language are you speaking?
Dr. A: English, the major world language today. It is derived from that spoken by those people living in Britain in your era.
Subject: I want to rest. Tomorrow can I go out into the city and walk around? I want to experience my new surroundings. In addition, I want someone to start teaching me how to speak and read your language. I believe that my mission is to spread the word to your people. I have so much to learn and do.
End of Interview with Subject
Dr. Tom Johnson was watching the interview via a one-way mirror. He was moved deeply by the experience as he was raised as a Catholic but was no longer church going. Just too busy and besides he was pretty skeptical these days, particularly with the radical Christians making inroads into every profession including the mental health field, which had for a long time been dominated by agnostics and non-religious secularists. The radical right was forever denouncing the evils of secular humanism. Tom did not know what that was exactly other than it seemed to described him and his friends.
That night Tom went out to a party and mentioned to several of his friends at the party that he had interviewed the “bleeding man from the Bronx”
“I think he is suffering from some religious delusion. He was found wondering the streets muttering gibberish and bleeding from wounds. He did not seem to understand any language we tried until my college, Dr. Amerada tried speaking Amharic. The subject understood that and claimed that he was Jesus, and was crucified by the Romans for being a troublemaker and formatting revolution. Complete nonsense of course. ”
Sara, a fellow psychologist who had a private practice specializing in cases of religious delusions was fascinated. She asked Tom for more details. Tom demurred, saying that he had probably already said too much.
Sara called the next day and offered to treat the Bleeding man pro bono provided they could find some place he could stay, as the 72 hours of involuntary commitment would run out soon.
Tom called Dr. Amerada into his office.
Tom started by asking for an update on the Bleeding man case.
Jerry responded,
” Well, you may find this hard to believe but I am inclined to believe him. Either he is who he is claiming to be or this is one of the most unusual religious delusion cases I have ever heard about. I understand that our friend Sara is interested in meeting him?”
“Jerry, Sara has even offered to treat him pro-bono if we can find a place for him to stay. What I want to do is get him out of her before the media descends upon us with stories of ‘Jesus being locked up in Bellevue’ etc get out. I figure we have probably until the end of the day before someone talks to the media. Any ideas?”
“Well, since I believe him I would like to help. I think some of my Coptic Christian friends can hide him away in the Bronx. You know that reporters usually do not like to go over there – too dangerous etc. My friends could put him up and help by having someone teach him English and basic survival skills. However, to pull this off we need a plan – let me talk to my friends. Do not worry I will not talk to the press and my friends well some of them are afraid of immigration so they will want to keep him hidden as well. One thing we could do though is have our police friends run a fingerprint and record search – see if any missing person reports match up and see if there are any immigration records with his fingerprints on it. However, if he is an illegal may be no record. Who knows?”
“Jerry, I’ll leave the details to you but make sure no one talks. We will say if asked that he was released in the custody of his cousin who claims that he took some illegal drugs and had a bad trip. He is no longer dangerous and therefore had to be released. Standard policy etc. I’ll talk to my friends in the police and see if we can get a discrete record check done.”
About 5 pm that night Jerry Amerada had made arrangements. Several Coptic Christians came to the hospital in a van and after filling out the paperwork took the bleeding man from the hospital. He was marked down as “released to relatives. Identity not confirmed. No longer dangerous to self or others. Relatives promised to pay hospital bills which will be sent to them.”
Jesus was taken to the South Bronx and to a Coptic Christian Church. He was given a room and a tutor. Dr. Amerada came by daily to catch up on him. After several weeks had gone by, Tom was feeling pleased. The media had forgotten the story. No one seemed to have spoken out of school and Tom thought to himself that it was just another weird case and he vowed to call Sara up one of these days to see if she had indeed met the bleeding man. Tom still could not bring himself to call him Jesus.
Jerry was profoundly affected by Jesus and he believed him and wanted to help him in his new ministry. The Coptic Christian church members were all sworn to secrecy by Jesus himself. Jerry had explained a bit about contemporary Christian society and the divisions between Catholics, Orthodox, and the many different types of Protestants.
Jesus was making considerable progress in learning English and could communicate basic English and had started learning to read. Jesus told the church one Sunday that he felt he should help the church out and offered to pay for his room and board as the repairperson for the Church.
The Chief priest had to explain to Jesus the facts of life.
“Jesus, if I hire you I have to prove that you are here legally. You have no ID, no history, and no records. If you start working, you would draw attention to yourself. DHS might even come by to talk to you. You
might even be arrested. Once you are arrested if you claim to be Jesus we will not be able to help you. Half the population in this country will think you are a fraud, the other half will want to worship you as the son of God. Everything you say will be written down and interpreted. ”
Father Azeri, I appreciate your help. I appreciate you taking me in, feeding me, and putting up with me. Nevertheless, I cannot live off your charity any more. I know I was brought back for a reason. It is to combat the same sort of people that were ruining the Church in my days. The money changers. The philistines. They have sold my religious teachings out. They did not understand me then and they do not understand me now.
Let us make a deal. I will stay here quietly for six more months until I can communicate my message in English and until I understand a bit more about modern society and life. In the meantime, my tutor tells me that there are fake ID’s and identity documents I can obtain? ”
“Jesus, my friend, you make it difficult to say no. Okay, you stay here for six months more as our guest. At that point we will get you some sort of paper work and see what we can do to get you a job and money. ”
“Dr. Azeri. There is something more you can and will do for me. Once I am ready to begin my campaign to clean up Christianity you will support me in all that I do. It will be dangerous. I think the enemies of the truth faith are all around and have taken over the true faith. Once I start preaching it will become very dangerous.”
Dr. Azeri assured him that he would have his support and told his staff that Jesus would be staying for six more months as their guest and that he will start preaching again in six months time.
During the next six months, Jesus works hard on his English and learning all he could about the modern world including the history of religion. He is dismayed and mortified at what had been done in his name and in the name of God. Jesus knew in his heart that he was brought back to purify Christianity and to unify mankind by preaching a new religious message. He began to deeply delve into Islam and Buddhist teachings and spent his days on the internet or in the library. He visited mosques and Buddhist temples in NYC.
Jesus signed up for various e-mail religious sites and began posting messages on various bulletin boards. Word slowly began spreading out among various belief sites that a man calling himself Jesus and claiming to be the one true messiah had come back and was living in NYC waiting to begin his mission to planet earth.
Leaders of the Christian coalition, right wing Christian groups and the Catholic Church in Rome soon heard from their followers that someone claiming to be Jesus was on the internet denouncing modern day Christian leaders for betraying the true meaning of Christianity.
One of Jesus’s postings got Rev. Jones, the leader of the new Christian movement in the U.S. very angry. Reverend Jones had spent ten years trying to bring together the various right wing Christian groups together into a new unified movement which he labeled the “new Christian movement”. His goals as listed on his web page was simple”
We aim at nothing less than a take over of the US Government by the Christian movement and the establishment of a biblical centric government in the U.S.
The US will become a shining star spreading Christian values worldwide.
We will ban all immoral conduct and shut down the adult entertainment industry.
We will clean up America by banning drugs, alcohol and tobacco products.
Premarital and extra marital sex will be illegal and severely punished.
Homosexuality will be illegal and punished by death.
Abortion will be illegal.
We will make Christianity a State Religion. Non-Christians will be free to worship at home, but will not be allowed to publicly recruit. The Islamic faith will be made illegal and all Mosques will be shut down and all Muslim believers will be given a choice – convert to Christianity or leave the U.S. They will be given one year to comply.
Immigration laws will be made fairer – workers will be allowed to come but only Christians of good character will be allowed to become citizens.
e to the true Jesus. He denounces the false Jesus killer as a dangerous secular humanist who was working with the Democratic National party to discredit the real lord Jesus. . Rev Jones announces he will hold a funeral ceremony for the Jesus, who will be buried in Colorado Spring, which will be, renamed New Jerusalem in honor of the True Jesus, who will truly come again when we are ready to receive him. Until then we will wage a revolution against the enemies of the True Jesus preparing ourselves for his return. God Bless America. Good Night. “
Author notes
this addresses the question of what would happen if Jesus came back from the crucifixion and found himself in modern America?
angel of desire
by Jake Aller on January 4, 2017. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Angel Of Desire
One day,
A long, long, long time ago
In a distant land and place
There lived a lonely, wretched man
He was filled with anger, hatred and despair
All was lost, darkness and gloom
He wandered the world
Here and there
Looking for something
He knew not what
Then one fine evening
He looked up and saw
A vision, an angel of delight
A woman of divine splendor
A lady so fantastic
He thought surely he was dreaming
He did not know what to say
He did not what to do
All he could do
Was stare at this unearthly vision
He approached her
He needed her
He wanted her
He knew that if he could not have her
He would surely die
His mind was aflutter
His mind was filled
With the vision of that beauty
Overwhelming him with desire
Soon he met her
Wooed her, married her
Life changed forever from that moment forward
The gloom lifted
The darkness was banished
Sunshine filled his heart
And music filled his ears
Every time he looked at her
His heart went aflutter
He could not live without her
Then one day
This man was forced to live
Another life of loneliness
Despair and Darkness
All Around him yet again
The lady of his dreams
The angel of his desire
Lives 10, 000 miles away
Leaving him darkness, gloom and despair
The only hope he has
Is that soon, one day
This separation will end
Forever more
And then he will be complete yet again
With his Angel of Desire
And the Darkness, gloom and anger
Will be banished forever more
In the brightness of her eternal smile
So he lies down to sleep
And sees his Angel in his Dreams
Wakes up with a smile
Knowing soon he will be with her
Forever more together
With his Angel of Desire
Til the End of Time
by Jake Aller on January 4, 2017. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Till The End Of Time
I wake up out of bed
And stare out wildly
Into a strange new environment
Into the middle of it all
There it stood
A carbon copy man with no heart
Staring down the freeways of my mind
What the hell can I find
For years and years
All I can do is cry
For months and months
All I can do is curl up and die
Then overnight
A vision of radiant beauty
Awoke me from my stupor
And drunken bum shows
The vision of my possible future
Was you, my love, my life, my dreams
And all I knew
I knew alone
Some day
In the future
I will meet you my dream girl
Until then
All I can do is love you
Till the ends of time
You Still Haunt My Life
by Jake Aller on January 4, 2017. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
You
Still haunt my life
You still fill
Every moment of my thoughts
With images of you
Your voice
Your smile
Your way of being
Fills me with awe
Wonder, amazement
And grace
And still I wonder
Yes, I wonder
How did a wretched sinner
A wretched, vile, no nothing of a man
A low bum of the lowest order
Meet such a radiant princess
Truly
It is a case of beauty and the beast
And how and why
You came into my life
I do not understand
But the moment I met you
All those years ago
I was filled with power
Of your love
Overwhelming me
Over powering me
Rewiring all my circuits
In my corrupted body
Turning a mere boy
Into a Man
And to you
I salute you
And worship you
And give thanks
Every day
To all the gods above
And the demons deep below
That you found me
memories of you
by Jake Aller on January 4, 2017. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
One Morning -Memories Of You
2/22/01
One morning
I awoke with a vicious hangover
Struggled all day
Just couldn’t make it at all
Then I walked out of my gloom
Into the bright light of the day
And on that fine morning
You walked into my life
You were like a ray of light
Piercing through the fog of despair
You were a beacon
Shinning on through the night
You were a mightily candle
In the midst of the darkest night
Angela, my dear,
I have no fear
Where ever you are in this world
Or the next one
You have my love
Till the ends of time
My shinning beacon of hope
And good cheer
eternal love
by Jake Aller on January 4, 2017. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Eternal Love
I woke up
And jumped out of my bed
And stared out wildly
Into a strange new environment
Into the middle of it all
There it stood
A carbon copy man with no heart
Starting down the freeways of my mind
What the Hell can I find
For years and years
All I can do is cry
For months and months
All I can do is curl and die
Then overnight
A vision of radiant beauty
Awoke me from my stupor and drunken bum shows
The vision of my possible future
Was you
My love, my life and my dreams
All I knew I knew alone
All I can do is love you till
The end of time
Darling the Love of My Life
by Jake Aller on January 4, 2017. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Darling, My Love Of My Life
How much pain I feel today
Because you are in pain
I cannot rest, cannot sit still
All I can do is worry and think
What will I do
If God takes you away from me?
What would I do without you by my side?
I cannot live without you
You have to be there by my side or in my heart
forever until the day I die
I will not live without you
This world is so cruel and mean
I need someone like you
By my side to fight the battles
And encourage me to stand up
And be counted
I have learned so much
Watching you
You never back down
Never give up
And you win in the end
With your unique mix of charm, guile and
Iron will hidden within a velvet glove
Clearly someday you will become
One of the Masters of the World
And I will be there by your side
Your love, your confident and your greatest
Fan of all
I need you by my side
Forever and a day
Say you will be mine
And I will die a happy man
If you die before I do
My life would end
In a pit of utter despair
So get up
Fight
Don’t let the bugs get you down
And I know we will have
Many more years together
Before we become an old couple
Still walking down the street
Full of wonder and love for each other
My love, Forever
Fate Intervened
by Jake Aller on January 4, 2017. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Fate Intertwined
It was many a year ago
Eye 15 years ago
That I was born again
When I met the love of my life
Who took away my sins, my fear
And my self-doubt
And I began an adventure
That has not ended
Together we have moved
Down the path of Life
And together we shall move on
Forever and a day
Our souls intertwined
Our fates bewitched together
Forever more
My love
My hope, my dream, my eternity
How I Met Her
by Jake Aller on January 4, 2017. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
The Story of How We Met
It all began in Berkeley, California
In the spring time of 1974
One fateful afternoon
I was dozing in my high school
Physics class.
I looked up and saw
A tall, beautiful Asian women
standing looking at me.
I screamed out,
Who are you?
She disappeared
like she was beamed away from my dream.
I knew that someday I would meet the girl
In the dream
Little did I know
I would have to wait until 1982
Starting that month
I began having the same dream
Month and month and month.
Always the same.
She was saying something
To me in a strange language.
Then one day I had the dream
and knew that she was in Korea.
So I chose to go Korea
In the Peace Corps,
Somehow knowing
That I would meet her there.
One day I was in a foul mood.
I had decided to give up on dating Korean women,
And on women in general
After having had several relationships
That did not go anywhere.
I was thinking of returning to the States
For Graduate school.
That morning early in the morning
I had the last of these dreams.
This time I understood her.
She said, “Don’t worry.
We’ll meet soon.”
That evening
As I was getting off the bus
To go to my class
I saw getting off the bus
The girl in my dream.
It was she!
I was speechless.
I did not know what to do.
Over the course of the evening
I ran into her several times.
Finally I was introduced to her.
I muttered some lame excuse
About wanting to find a Korean tutor,
and got her number.
The next day she came to the gate of my base.
Where I was teaching ESL to Koreans
She said that she had to speak with me.
I told to wait in the library for about an hour,
and I would cancel class
and meet her then.
We went out for coffee.
She told me that she was madly
in love with me
And simply had to have me.
I told her I felt the same way.
I proposed five days later,
And got married one month later.
Does she believe this story?
She claims she does not believe it
Because it is impossible to be true.
But I know that there are other worlds
And other times.
In a past life we must have been together somehow.
And our love was so strong
That it crossed over the barrier of past lives.
She found me in 1974,
But it took until 1982
For us to actually meet.
And it has been 26 years
Since we met in the physical sphere
Or 37 years since the dream began
And I still recall the dream
And meeting her
I had no choice
When I met her
We were fated to be together
Until the end of this life time
And the next and the next
Author notes
this is a true story of how I met my wife. We’ve been married 37 years.
fragments of a dream
by Jake Aller on January 4, 2017. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Fragments of a Dream
I am a fifty plus man
Who lives on in his head
And dreams
With the libido of an 20 year old
Full of dreams
Wild erotic fantasies about this women
And that women
All the time
And desires for his wife
Who when she is in the mood
Is the best he ever had
But getting her in the mood
Makes him weary
And frustrated
And dreaming of sex
So what can he do
Continue the path
Of least resistance
Waiting for her to get in the mood
Or change his game plan
To get her in the mood more often
That is the question
That has no answer
So on Valentine’s day
He dreams of ultimate sex
With the one true love of his life
And waits for her
To come to him
When she is in the mood
ode to love on valentine’s day
by Jake Aller on January 4, 2017. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Ode To Love On Valentine’s Day
Ever since I met you my dear
My life has not been the same
Before I found you
I was lost, sad and lonely
Going nowhere as fast as possible
I was stuck
Did not know what direction to pursue
At the intersection watching life go by
I was lost, lonely and full of despair
Then one day I saw you
The girl of my dream
Standing there on the side of the road
I was filled with terror
Could not speak
What if you refused to see me
What if you denied my protestations of love
What if you walked away
Never to be seen again
I knew I had to do something
I had to do it then and there
And then you came up to me
Your voice
The voice of an Angel
Sweat, full of light
Fun and entire sunshine
Ever since the day I met you
Whenever I feel down and depressed
I look at your picture
And sunshine fills my heart
And I am confident, happy and ready
To face all of life’s travails
As long as I have your love
And your support
I can overcome all obstacles
And face all dangers
Together we can do most anything
Without you I will be lost
In the swamp of despair
So my dear
Please stay with me
Forever to the end of time
Let us journey forward
Never looking back
My love, my life
The sun in the sky
The moon that lights my dreams at night
The stars that beacon far away
Thank to the Gods above
For bringing you into my life
And I promise I will love you
Forever and a day
Just to see your face
Is heaven itself
Just to hear your voice
Is all that I ever need
My love, my soul mate
Hurry back to me
We have so much loving to do
So much living to do
So much to do together
Walking confidently
Boldly into the future
Without you
All is nothing
But dust
With you
Everything is possible
My love
Until I see you again
A thousand kisses
And a million thoughts of love
That will have to suffice
Until we are reunited
My love, my darling,
My life and dreams
Hurry back to rescue me
From the despair and darkness
All around me
Until then
I salute you
Oh Queen of my Heart
General of Love
Captain of my Soul
they say there are a million ways to say I love you
by Jake Aller on January 4, 2017. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
a million ways to say I love you
by jake cosmos aller
They say
There are a million ways
To say I love you
In this day and age
I could only find
In my computer’s brain
The words to say I love you
In 53 languages of the 10, 000 languages
Spoken on this planet
Someday I may be able
To say the simple words
I love you
In all know languages
This will have to suffice for a start
So I will say it
Loud, and clear
Just so you understand:
I love you (English)
Mein tumse pyar karta hoon (Hindi)
Tu Tane prem karoo chu (Gujarati)
Ame tomake bhalo bashe (Bengali)
Me tula premkarto (Marati)
Hum apse mohabbat karte hain (Urdu)
Mein thoda prem karanga (Punjabi)
Man Dooset Daram (Persian)
Ana Ahabik Yanooni (Arabic)
Havala (Hebrew)
Yongchon(Chinese)
Aloha (Hawaian)
Cinta(Indonesian)
Dangshinun sarang hayo (Korean)
Ajo (Japanese)
Kasih (Malay)
Phom tirak khun krap (Thai)
Akoay Paginghe ikou (Tagalog)
Toi yeu ong(Vietnamese)
Renmen (Creole)
Jesuis L’amour voies(French)
Liefdle (Flemish)
Estoy amor tu (Spanish)
Yosono amore tu (Italian)
Estou o amore tu (Portugese)
Dashuri (Albanian)
Maiteizam (Basque)
OBHYAM (Bulgarian)
Ljubav (Croatian)
Laska (Czech)
Jeger en kaerlighed du (Danish)
Ikben houden van jig (Dutch)
Gra (Gaelic)
Ich bin lieben tu (German)
Agape/eros (Greek)
Ami (Esperanto)
Armastama (Estonian)
Rakam (Finish)
Envagyok szeretet te (Hungarian)
Elska (Icelandic)
Ejekirin (Kurdish)
Milestiba (Latvian)
Meile (Lithuanian)
Eu dragoste tu (Romanian)
JHOBOEL Lubush (Russian)
Elske (Norweigan)
Easka (Slovak)
JBYBAB (Serbian)
Jagdan karlek du (Swedish)
KOYATH (Ukraine)
Benin sevi sen (Turkish)
Ahava (Yiddish)
Ngingu u thando ungu (Zulu)
who is master
by Jake Aller on December 10, 2016. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Who Is Master?
In the beginning of that fateful day
I awoke with a painful way
And looked about me with disgust
All around me were objects to distrust
Screaming, meaning, deeming, dreaming
Who was master here
Me or my objects – machinery of fear?
I dreamt I was on a street corner
Walking down a street
The thought occurred to me
What if all that I saw or seemed to be
Was but a trick designed to deceive me
Everywhere I looked
Was unreal, empirical, nightmarish real
I awoke to thunderous applause
When will I awake from my dreams
Can I live without my nightmares?
Can I be sane while everyone else is insane
Who is master of my life,
Me or my machines?
the truth is too strong for flies
by Jake Aller on December 10, 2016. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
The Truth Is Too Strong for Flies
The hammer and the sickle are flying from their source
The money mongers are dying in their force
What’s the use of living only lies?
The truth is on1y meant for flies
The quiet stillness of dawn
Transfixes even an innocent fawn
Into yet another pawn
Of the changeling’s Chinese chess game of power
All I see or seem to be
Is nothing but a broken down mirror
Of the inner turmoil
At the bottom of my soul
In the miasmic narcotic mists
Of the nefarious lake
Swirling in the migraine headache of my mind
No where can we escape our fate until that date
We awaken to our deathless fate
The eternal sphinx is puzzled
Bored by useless speculation, he yawns and flies away
Into the deadly dusty image, we inhabit
Chanting, what’s the use of living lies
The truth is too strong for flies
Dreams
by Jake Aller on December 10, 2016. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
They say the world
Is a lonely place
For those who are dreamers
I dream all the time
And never want to wake up
To face the quiet despair
That has become my life
My dreams are so vivid, so real
So much more than mere dreams
And I return each night eagerly
To the world of my dark dreams
Am I the dreaming fool?
Or is the real world the dreaming world
I don’t know, and don’t care
So I sleep on, re-entering the dream world
Hoping I can stay in my dreams forever and a day
blue blues
by Jake Aller on December 10, 2016. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Blue Blues
I went over to the River
Just to catch me a view
I said I went over to the Damn River
Just to catch me a god damn fine view
I walked over to that bridge, built for two
I walked over to that bridge, built for two
Only problem was that there was only one of me
I asked the old man River
I said Old Man River
What does it all mean?
He said with an evil grin
It doesn’t mean a thing
Unless you can swing
The Old Man River boogied out of sight
Leaving me alone to pick up the pieces
What does it mean
If you ain’t got that swing?
the End of the World Blues
by Jake Aller on December 10, 2016. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
The End of the World Blues
The morning the world ended
Was like any other morning
Got up, shaved, dressed
Ate two eggs, bacon,
Drank snarling cups of black-hearted coffee
Read the paper, watched the Today Show
Rode the subway
Came to work
And found that everyone was dead
Ice-cold stone
The city went on
The telephones rang on in the silence
The lights lit up the empty night
I wondered for a year and a half
In the desolate, urban wasteland
I saw her
The girl smiled, beckoned me
I approached, eagerly anticipating
The rapturous joy
She had a gun
Stole my wallet, money
And left me with the last case of VD
Known to mankind
I traveled all over the globe
Seeing me turn to dust and then fade into dirt
Man is a good fertilizer
I could hear the birds cry
I could see the killer rats
Stalking the streets
The dogs roaming in packs
The roaches growing in size
I walked all along
In Harlem I saw men frozen
In the very act of despicable crime
No more murders
No more rapes
The war on crime was over
For there were no more victims nor criminal’s either
Finally, I came to Rome
I found St. Peter’s open
I asked God,
Why?
And my voice echoing throughout eternity
No answers
In a world full of death
Only the living asks why
Then I tried to die
Only found I was immortal
The dream of immortality paled
As I realized
I could not die, I could not die
Hundreds of years passed
I studied everything and knew it all
Then one day
The statues came to life
Author notes
imagining end of the world
the voice of my doom
by Jake Aller on October 1, 2016. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
walking deep in the woods
high above the city
near the airport
I heard them
then saw them
hideous black crows
looking at me
cackling at me
laughing at me
mocking me
calling me names
i asked what they wanted
they laughed
and said
nothing but your doom
and they flew around me
dive bombing me
and surrounding me
calling me names
in Korean and English
as i fled down the trail
with the demon birds
hot on my trail
I feel that I might perchance be losing my mind
by Jake Aller on September 30, 2016. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
I feel that I might perchance be losing my mind
It is falling slipping away from me
Life being a process of non-being in infinite beingness
I feel that I am losing my mind
It is falling sliding away from me
Forwards backward sideways falling away from me
And my eyes surely also running away
Screaming where’s my head
Where’s my head
I ain’t got no head!
Help me
Help me
Won’t someone try to help me
My head is gone
Lost in a mist of inner insanity
It is gone
It is gone
Help me find my head
People are in my head saying
Come let us leave him
He must have time to invent his own language
daed and confussed
by Jake Aller on September 30, 2016. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
One day
I awoke
From my illusions
And saw life
As it was
Nothing but a drunken bum show
All I knew
Or thought I knew
Did not matter at all
All I knew
Was but a lie
Within a lie
Warped up inside an enigma
Surrounded by mysteries
All I saw
An illusion
Am I dreaming this
Or is it dreaming me
When will, I awake
Will I die
When the world
Quits dreaming of me
Where is the I
Freedom Rides the Waves of Fortune
by Jake Aller on September 30, 2016. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Freedom rides the waves of fortune
Flying hither and thither
Flying far afield
Closer, closer to my heart
Over the vast spaces of our creation
Lurking through the walls of desire
Flying straight and true
Let’s fly far afield
Far away
To the land of Zara
By the lakes of liquid gold
Under the spreading leaves
Of a boo boo tree
And sit and meditate
Where the land is free
And men are more than gods
And we see our true selves
Through the smoke
Of the burning cannabis leaves
no more coffee blues
by Jake Aller on September 28, 2016. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
I love coffee
Always have
And coffee has loved me back
But lately I have sourced on her
Soured on the whole coffee scene
On the harshness of the morning brew
And the promises it makes
As I sip of its nectar
Drawn into its lair
Drinking drop by drop
As the caffeine takes over
Rewriting my every nerve
Turning me into a slave
For its perverted pleasure
Yes I love coffee
But I am afraid
Coffee is a harsh mistress
Demanding so much of me
Promising the sun
And delivering the Moon
As I drink her swill
Deeping under her influence
I have the coffee blues
Can’t live with our her
Can’t live with her
I try
But tea does not cut it
Not really
Booze does not do it
At least not in the morning
Yoga is not enough of a buzz
Nor is the runner’s high
And I am afraid deadly afraid of cocaine
And speed and drugs and energy drinks
And so I remain a slave to coffee
My only legal drug
As I sip another and fall under her seductive spread
Once more failing my resolve
To skip coffee for that day
That morning that moment
I shall never be free of her spell
Ever and she knows it
As she beckons me
Every morning with her intoxicating smell
And I come to her and drink her brew
And become her slave again and again
Author notes
last of coffee poems
coffee hot as hell heavenly sweet
by Jake Aller on September 28, 2016. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Coffee
Hot as hell, heavenly sweat
My daily hot coffee fix
Sends Me to Heaven then Crashes into Hell
Author notes
coffee haiku
ode to coffee
by Jake Aller on September 28, 2016. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Mistress of sacred love
Sacred lady of desire
You start my day
Setting my heart on fire
With your dark delicious brew (flavor)
And throughout the day
Whenever the mean old blues come by
You chase them away
With your bitter sweat (sweet?) ambrosial brew
Every time I inhale your witches brew (witch’s brew)
I am filled with power, light and love
And everything is al right Jack
If only for a few fleeting minutes
I love you oh coffee goddess
In all your magical forms
In the dark coffee of the dawning day
In the sizzling coffee in the mid morning break
In the afternoon siesta break
And in the post dinner desert drink
I love you my coffee mistress
You are my refuge
From this horrid world
And you are my secret lover
Never disappoint me, ever
I’ve never had a bad cup
Of that I can be sure
Even the dismal coffee
Served at Denny’s at 3 am
Is still sweat loving coffee
Even the farmer brother’s diner coffee
Excites me and gets me going
Asking for another cup of divine delight
Coffee always is there
It is always on and piping hot
With hidden dark secrets
Swirling in its liquid essence
Coffee is my last vice
My only legal vice left
Coffee does not cheat on me
It is always faithful, always true
It does not turn on its friends
And all it asks in return
Is that you come back
Cup after cup after cup
A good cup of coffee
Is a little bit of heaven
In a cup of dark liquid hell
Coffee is like a drug
But a good drug that does what is should
And never complains
It does not get grouchy
It does not hurt you
It does not make you crazy
But allows the muse to come out
And play with it
Coffee led to the American Revolution
As patriots drank coffee
To rebel against the aristrocratic English tea
Coffee started the London Stock market
And started the gossips mills running
Every great invention
Was fed by coffee’s sweat brew (sweet alure)
All the great thinkers
All the great leaders
All were enslaved to coffee’s magic
Yeah
I sing my praises
Of the great glorious coffee lady
Long may she continue
To be my sweat companion
Long may coffee continue
To rule my heart
And set my heart on fire
I love thee
Mistress coffee
And sometimes I think
You love me too
Author notes
another cup of coffee poem
snarling cup of coffee
by Jake Aller on September 28, 2016. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
I like to start my day with a hot cup of coffee
I pound down the coffee
First thing I do every day as the dawning sun light
Lights up my lonesome room
Yeah, but not just a simple cup of java Joe, but God damn coffee
I mean, – we are talking about a snarling, sassy, snarky, smarmy, silly, stupid, sadistic, sad, happy, euphoric, high as a kite, sarcastic, satanic, divine, sexy, sweat as honey, growling, gnarly, Cowabunga, mean old rotten, angry, vengeful, jealous, smelly, malodorous, wicked, nasty, bitchy, rich, expensive, kick my god damn ass to Tuesday, kick down the doors and take no prisoners, kiss ass, evil, nuclear, narcotic, alcoholic, hot as hell yet strangely sweat as heaven, lovely, delicious, bitter, smooth, silky, hard as ice, divinely inspired, jazzy, hip happy, rapping, rhyming, beats breaking, rock and roll up the Yazoo, bombs away, all speed ahead, spendific, speeding, beatnik, hippie, pontific, politically aware, communistic and capitalistic, bluesy, soulful, God in the cup, Jesus, Allah and Mohamed, Buddhist, Hindu, Christian, Taoist, Zoroastrian, Sai Babai, Ganesh, Rama, Shiva, Kali, Durga, Cthulu, trouble with a capital T, right here, right now in River city, devilishly angelic, crazy assed, wild, erotic vision inducing, pornographic, graphic, insane, psychotic, paranoid, WOW good to the last god damn drop – rolled into one simple cup of hot coffee
As I pound down that first cup of coffee
And fire up my synaptic nerve endings with endless supplies
Of caffeine induced neuron enhancing chemicals
I face the dawning day with trepidation and mind numbing fear
I turn on the TV and watch the smarmy newscasters in their perfect hair
Lying through their teeth about the great success the government is having
Following the great leader’s latest pronouncements
I want to scream and shoot the TV
And run out side
Shouting “Stop the world. I want to get off this fucking crazy planet”
The earth does not care a whit about my attitude
It merely shrugs and moves around the Sun
In its appointed daily run
And I sit down
The madness dissipating a bit
And enjoy my second cup
Of heaven and hell
In my morning cup of Joe
Author notes
first of four coffee poems
the clock
by Jake Aller on August 7, 2016. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
The damned clock
Rings in my sleeping ear
Reminding me with its shrill beats
That time factory derived chimes
Away the now distant land of Zaatari
At night fall
My heart comes alive
Creeps out of its self-imposed shell
To enter the land of Zantari
The every day waking world
But a shadow on the moon
In the land of Zantari
All is as it should be
A mere image to see
In the mechanical second
We call reality
Author notes
not sure what this means other than when I dream I often am transported to other worlds as I have wild SF dreams. Zaatari is one of the planets I go to frequently
The Evil That Kids Do
by Jake Aller on August 7, 2016. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Yet again we turn on the TV
And witness horrible scenes
Of unparalleled violence, hatred and despair
Two teenage boys
Decide to kill all of their classmates
Hold their school up
Bombs waiting to destroy
And the cry goes out throughout the land
Why yet again this tragedy
Why did such nice boys
In a nice safe suburb
Turn out to be some horrible evil creatures?
The usual suspects are rounded up
It’s the culture, stupid cry the conservative voices
No, it’s the guns, cry the liberal pundits
And we sit around and argue
Knowing that there will be a next time
And another time and time and time again
What is the sickness in our souls
That allows for this hatred to fester so
Deep within the minds of our teenage killers
Why do they act the way they do
Is it just the mindless violence?
That surrounds us all
The pornographic display of violence
That washes across us every day
The 8, 000 murders we have seen
By the time we are 18?
Or is it simply
That killers can easily
Get the latest bang for their buck?
We are all responsible here
The negligent parents
The overworked schools
The TV and movie purveyors
Of pornographic violence
The gun dealers
The gun makers
The craven politicians
Who think it is everyone’s god given right
As a damn American
To buy as much weaponry as possible
To buy machine guns
To protect themselves from other gun men
Nothing will change
Until we conflict the evil
That lurks deep within each of us
There will be another Columbine High School, another Sandy Hook
Another Texas massacre, another Virginia Tech,
another this and another that
Soon enough
Despite all of our efforts
Despite any new laws
There will be evil men
Who want to shoot and kill
Who have somehow lost
Their essential humanity
Lao Tze said
The more laws there are
The more criminals there will be
More laws are not the answer
For a law cannot make a sick soul whole
We are all guilty here
The TV and movie
Pornographers of violence
The parents and schools
And most important our society itself
For allowing our young to become
Such evil creatures
If Satan lives on
He is laughing
All the way to the proverbial bank
If God lives on
He is ruing the day
He created Mankind
And the carnage will go on and on and on
Until the day emerges
When we all proclaim
Enough, no more
The killing, hatred and violence
Will stop
No More will our youngsters
Grow up to be such monsters
That day will come soon enough
Until then we will all suffer
The wrath of the killer children
In our midst.
Author notes
written after columbine but updated to reflect all the other school shootings. i may do a companion piece on the black live matters movement and all the blacks being killed by the police with inpunity.
Bombs Away
by Jake Aller on August 7, 2016. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
The TV said the bombs were falling
All over Belgrade/Baghdad, Libya, Syria
And a thousand other lands
All over the world
The bombs were falling down
All over the place
Yes, the bombs were falling
And I thought
While walking down the street
Why? Why yet again
Do we think we can bomb our way
Into peace and prosperity
Why, Oh God, do we need to bomb yet again
A country far away
For a purpose that is not our own
Oh, the President and the Secretary of State
They have their reasons
The Senators and Congressmen too
The soldiers, sailors and marines
All have their reason
To unleash the power and passion and danger
Of the horrible evil weight of the bombs
And the military industrial state
The deep state make a fortune
Selling the bombs to the government
Every bomb is a money maker
A million bucks per bomb
And they need millions of bombs
Bombs away
But the bombs don’t know
They don’t care who you are
All they do is fall and blow things up
And kill everything in their wake
That’s what bombs do
That’s the thing that bombs do
We don’t understand
It’s a bomb sort of thing
The bombs keep falling
The TV screen shows lights and show
And the bombs keep falling
The TV does not show
The innocent children
Who die tonight
Because the bombs fell
Were the children asked?
Were the mothers consulted
Were the sons and daughters thought about?
No
The bombs don’t consult
They merely fall and kill and maim
And blow everything up in their sight
The bombs keep falling
And a million souls die and go to hell
Satan in his lair
Is happy
He says to himself
The bombs keep falling
More and more people are drawn To the dark side
The hatred and fear and violence
Keep it up
The bombs keep falling
And falling
And we walk around in our streets
Far away from where the deaths occur
The dead don’t scream out to us
We don’t care
The bombs don’t care
They keep falling
Doing their bomb thing
And I wonder, yes, I wonder
What price do we pay
As a human race
For the death, the destruction of the bombs
In this day and age
Many doubt that God exist
And most of us don’t believe in Satan either
But the bombs
They know
Satan has won
We are all living in Hell
And soon Satan will arise
And rule us forever
For we have given into our hatred and evil side
God is watching us and says to himself
They have chosen the bombs
Let them have them
Bombs away forever
And the bombs don’t stop to think
They don’t laugh
They merely fall and kill and destroy
The bombs keep falling
And tomorrow and the next day
The generals will talk
The talk
And walk the walk
And proclaim the great victory
And the dead with have no voice
The dead children’s screams of terror
Will not be heard in the courts of power
The bombs will have won
And we will all of us pay a price
For all of us are the bombers
And none of us are innocent
We are all guilty of war crimes
We should all be condemned to Hell
But I forget sometimes
We are in hell
And God is far away
Running away in shame
From what he had created
Satan is happy
The bomb makers are ecstatic
Another million dollars gone
And another million dollar sale
The bombers are proud
The dead are merely dead
And the bombs, the bombs
Keep falling and falling
Forever
The bombs keep falling
Author notes
written originally after the bombing of Yugoslavia but updated to reflect all the other bombing campaigns since then. it seems there is always a reason to bomb but the bombs just kill and kill and kill and it will never end it seems
Poet Trapped Inside the Beast
by Jake Aller on August 7, 2016. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
I have the heart of a poet
Trapped deep within
The soul of the beast
Everyday I get up
And put on my dark
Bureaucratically correct uniform
I turn off my soul
Put on my phony smile
And my plastic ideas
And go forth
To do battle
With all the other soulless automats
The nameless govbots
The evil faceless bureaucrats
That infests this swamp by the river
The body snatchers came a long time ago
They won
We are all slaves to the system
The system is not evil
It is beyond such concerns
No the system’s goal
Is complete surrender
Of our creativity
The poet trapped within
Screams
I want out
The bureaucrat
Bends over and says
Twelve years until retirement
Then I’ll let you out for a spin
Before locking you up for another century
The bosses don’t care
They merely exist to do the bidding
Of the masters of the Universe
The evil creatures who bought our souls
Years ago
And control our every thought
With TV and media and constant monitoring
Independent thought is illegal
Don’t you know that by now
And so the poet remains trapped
Lonely, all alone
Surrounded by the body snatched victims
Of the evil system
We call the Government
Escape while you can
Get off the net
Get off the computer
Run away far far away
But remember there is no escape
They are everywhere
The brain dead soulless automats
The govbots
The evil faceless bureaucrats
We call government workers
They are everywhere
Watching out for independence and free thought
They are coming after me
The poet screams
And is neutralized and destroyed
And I am now a happy corporate slave
Working for the government
With my soul lobotomized for the greater good
At the end of the millennium
We find the truth
There is no god to save us
From what we have become
Smash the system
Escape while you can
For they will find you
And put you
Back into the suit of conformity
God is not dead
He has also been coopted
Given money, and followers
The Christian Coalition Controls God
But one day
God will escape his prison
And free us all
From the tyranny of the corporate monsters
Who control our fate
And then only then
Will we be free
Until that day
The poet deep inside
Prays, works and undermines
The Government-Corporate master plan
The end of the world is upon us
God is coming back
Or perhaps it is the devil that is coming
Or Maybe the Lord Buddha or the Prophet Mohammed
But one day
Mankind will be free
And the Poets and musicians and creative types
Of all description
Will throw off the yoke of the body snatchers
And bring on a thousand years
Of peace, love and creativity
But Satan (God’s Evil Twin)
Can’t be defeated forever
He will lurk out there
Until the time is ripe
And mankind again falls under
The spell of the body snatcher
Bureaucrats and corporate clones
Govbots and faceless bureaucrats
And poetry and creativity
Again is banished to the dark corners of our souls
The poet within me
Smiles
Knowing that some day
He will defeat the bureaucrats
That so oppresses the world
Someday
They will be the ones
Hiding in the shadows
And the poet will have his revenge
Until that day
He bids his time
Occasionally coming out
Taking over my soul
And writing these stories
Before returning to his hiding space
Deep within my soul
Tomorrow I put on my suit
And return to battle
With all of the other clones
Automats govbots
And faceless bureaucrats
And my poet
Smiles
Laughing while my soul
Slowly twists
Dying in the wind
And I begin another day
In the city of Washington
The center of the beast
Hell Central
The center of the cosmic conspiracy
That has lasted centuries
Man has lost
We are all slaves
To the machines
The poet screams
But is not heard
The machine can’t be bothered
The system does not compute
The anguish of crushed humanity
The system demands
More and more
Until the life within is crushed
And we embrace our enemies
And are absorbed
Resistance is indeed futile
Author notes
I just retired from decades working in the belly of the beast that is the USG – sometimes I thought it was evil, other times mindless and sometimes I thought i was doing good work. this poem obviously was written in my dark moods. My two antigovernment right win nut case brothers coined the term govbots but i think that they copied it from some on
to the pain gods
by Jake Aller on August 7, 2016. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Pain, go away
Pain, pain go away
Come again some other day
Quite haunting my every moment
Quit bothering me every single day
Pain, Pain, God of Pain,
What did I do to deserve such?
Devilish pain?
What did I do to you?
Oh God of Pain
Why are you punishing me?
Every single God damn day
Pain God Go away
I will not believe in you
If you do not believe in me
Do we have a deal?
God of Pain?
Or will you continue to afflict me
Every moment for the rest of life
With this enervating pain
Pain, pain go away
Don’t come another day
I wish I might
I wish I could
Send you away
Forever and ever
Banish you to hell and beyond
Pain, pain go away
I will not believe in you any more
Please stop the torture
I know that Zappa
Says the torture
Will never stop
But I know the truth
The truth may set us free
But nothing will drive this pain away
Pain go away
Leave me be
I don’t deserve this,
I did not ask for it
Simply go to hell
My pain God
Pain, go away
Pain, pain go away
Come again some other day
Quite haunting my every moment
Quit bothering me every single day
Pain, Pain, God of Pain,
What did I do to deserve such?
Devilish pain?
What did I do to you?
Oh God of Pain
Why are you punishing me?
Every single God damn day
Pain God Go away
I will not believe in you
If you do not believe in me
Do we have a deal?
God of Pain?
Or will you continue to afflict me
Every moment for the rest of life
With this enervating pain
Pain, pain go away
Don’t come another day
I wish I might
I wish I could
Send you away
Forever and ever
Banish you to hell and beyond
Pain, pain go away
I will not believe in you any more
Please stop the torture
I know that Zappa
Says the torture
Will never stop
But I know the truth
The truth may set us free
But nothing will drive this pain away
Pain go away
Leave me be
I don’t deserve this,
I did not ask for it
Simply go to hell
My pain God
Author notes
i have been suffering from fibromyalgia since a jogging accident when I broke my heal and to 14 operations after I developed an MDR staff infection back in 1996. most of the time it is barely tollerable other days pretty bad as I am a connoseaur of pain I think.
just an unhinged lunatic howling at the moon
by Jake Aller on July 25, 2016. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Just AN Unhinged Lunatic Howling AT THE Moon
On a moonlit late night
I sat in a bar
Drinking drams of demented, fermented dream dew
Just an unhinged lunatic
Dreaming of howling at the full moon
Watching the world walk by
Looking at all the fine looking babes
Walking by the street
Thinking wild, erotic thoughts
Of endless wild libertine passions
When into the bar
Walked the most beautiful women
In the Universe
So wild, so free
So wonderfully alive
I did not know what to do
As this vision of delight
Sauntered through the bar
In a skin tight leather pants
Looked so fine
That my eyeballs hurt
And finally I had to say something
So I gathered up my manly courage
And walked up to her
And she looked at me
And instantly bewitched my soul
With a devilish grin
I lost all reason
And became a raving lunatic
Unhinged lunatic
Howling at the moon
Foaming at the mouth
A wild, free werewolf
Howling at the lunatic light
Of the full Moon
Author notes
Edgar Allan Poe quote 174words
ode to coffee
by Jake Aller on July 25, 2016. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Ode to coffee
Mistress of sacred love
Sacred lady of desire
You start my day
Setting my heart on fire
With your dark delicious brew (flavor)
And throughout the day
Whenever the mean old blues come by
You chase them away
With your bitter sweat (sweet?) ambrosial brew
Every time I inhale your witches brew (witch’s brew)
I am filled with power, light and love
And everything is al right Jack
If only for a few fleeting minutes
I love you oh coffee goddess
In all your magical forms
In the dark coffee of the dawning day
In the sizzling coffee in the mid morning break
In the afternoon siesta break
And in the post dinner desert drink
I love you my coffee mistress
You are my refuge
From this horrid world
And you are my secret lover
Never disappoint me, ever
I’ve never had a bad cup
Of that I can be sure
Even the dismal coffee
Served at Denny’s at 3 am
Is still sweat loving coffee
Even the farmer brother’s diner coffee
Excites me and gets me going
Asking for another cup of divine delight
Coffee always is there
It is always on and piping hot
With hidden dark secrets
Swirling in its liquid essence
Coffee is my last vice
My only legal vice left
Coffee does not cheat on me
It is always faithful, always true
It does not turn on its friends
And all it asks in return
Is that you come back
Cup after cup after cup
A good cup of coffee
Is a little bit of heaven
In a cup of dark liquid hell
Coffee is like a drug
But a good drug that does what is should
And never complains
It does not get grouchy
It does not hurt you
It does not make you crazy
But allows the muse to come out
And play with it
Coffee led to the American Revolution
As patriots drank coffee
To rebel against the aristrocratic English tea
Coffee started the London Stock market
And started the gossips mills running
Every great invention
Was fed by coffee’s sweat brew (sweet alure)
All the great thinkers
All the great leaders
All were enslaved to coffee’s magic
Yeah
I sing my praises
Of the great glorious coffee lady
Long may she continue
To be my sweat companion
Long may coffee continue
To rule my heart
And set my heart on fire
I love thee
Mistress coffee
And sometimes I think
You love me too
Author notes
another coffee poem i thought I had lost
Charles Bukowski Road Not Chosen
by Jake Aller on July 17, 2016. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Charles Bukowski Road Not Chosen
While reading Charles Bukowski poetry
On the metro ride home
Listening to Buddha bar music
On my oh too hip Ipod
I begin to see myself as I was
Over 30 years ago when I was merely a bit player
A minor character in a Charles Bukowski poem
A wild young underemployed intellectual
Hanging out in dismal bars and dives all over Asia and California
Hanging with disreputable women and drunks and drinkers
And characters out of his kinds of haunts
A mad poet bard of the underground
A drunken poet in a drunken bum show
That nightly played in his head
Then one day I met the women of my dreams
And went down a different path
A long slow path to respectability
And now 30 years later
I am no longer a wild man
I am still a poet at heart
But I am now also a bureaucrat
In a button down suite
Doing the people’s business
Working for the Government
I’ve become the Man
Sometimes I wonder
Would I have been better off
Going down that other path
Would I have ended up
Somewhere else
Doing something else
Would I have been as happy
Would I have been as successful?
There is no answer that satisfies
The longing in my heart
For that wild thing
That still lurks beneath
It’s civilized cover
And I know that I am still
A mad poet at heart
Railing against the injustice of the world
As I work day by day in the belly of the great beast of State
I recall the ancient Chinese saying,
“Confucian during the day while Taoist rebel at night”
Playing out in my head and nightly dreams
In the true American Upper class patrician tradition
I close the book and look out the window
Get off the train, and walk slowly home
And realize I had no choice
But to take the path that I�ve trodden on
And so I put aside my misgivings
And say goodbye to my “Bukowskian”desires
For another night of domestic contentment
Was it worth it all to take the conventional path
And not take the bohemian road to hell and back
I look at my wife and realize
I had no choice, had no choice
But to follow her to the ends of the earth
And beyond by her side as we walked our path
Of shared destiny
Goodbye Charles Bukowski wherever you are
May I meet you in a bar in the next life
And figure out where we should have gone
Until then the drinks are on me.
Author notes
reflections on paths and roads not taken
snarling coffee
by Jake Aller on July 17, 2016. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Snarling, Sassy, Snarky, Smarmy, Sarcastic Coffee Thoughts
I like to start my day with a hot cup of coffee
I pound down the coffee
First thing I do every day as the dawning sun light
Lights up my lonesome room
Yeah, but not just a simple cup of java Joe, but God damn coffee
I mean, – we are talking about a snarling, sassy, snarky, smarmy, silly, stupid, sadistic, sad, happy, euphoric, high as a kite, sarcastic, satanic, divine, sexy, sweat as honey, growling, gnarly, Cowabunga, mean old rotten, angry, vengeful, jealous, smelly, malodorous, wicked, nasty, bitchy, rich, expensive, kick my god damn ass to Tuesday, kick down the doors and take no prisoners, kiss ass, evil, nuclear, narcotic, alcoholic, hot as hell yet strangely sweat as heaven, lovely, delicious, bitter, smooth, silky, hard as ice, divinely inspired, jazzy, hip happy, rapping, rhyming, beats breaking, rock and roll up the Yazoo, bombs away, all speed ahead, spendific, speeding, beatnik, hippie, pontific, politically aware, communistic and capitalistic, bluesy, soulful, God in the cup, Jesus, Allah and Mohamed, Buddhist, Hindu, Christian, Taoist, Zoroastrian, Sai Babai, Ganesh, Rama, Shiva, Kali, Durga, Cthulu, trouble with a capital T, right here, right now in River city, devilishly angelic, crazy assed, wild, erotic vision inducing, pornographic, graphic, insane, psychotic, paranoid, WOW good to the last god damn drop – rolled into one simple cup of hot coffee
As I pound down that first cup of coffee
And fire up my synaptic nerve endings with endless supplies
Of caffeine induced neuron enhancing chemicals
I face the dawning day with trepidation and mind numbing fear
I turn on the TV and watch the smarmy newscasters in their perfect hair
Lying through their teeth about the great success the government is having
Following the great leader’s latest pronouncements
I want to scream and shoot the TV
And run out side
Shouting “Stop the world. I want to get off this fucking crazy planet”
The earth does not care a whit about my attitude
It merely shrugs and moves around the Sun
In its appointed daily run
And I sit down
The madness dissipating a bit
And enjoy my second cup
Of heaven and hell
In my morning cup of Joe
Author notes
I used to be a big coffee fiend. Now I can only drink decafe. Oh well this was written after a coffee induced nightmare
Old Man in the Mirror Must Die
by Jake Aller on March 13, 2016. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
THE OLD MAN IN THE MIRROR MUST DIE
One early winter morning
A man went to the mirror
To do his morning shave
Just another shave
Like a thousand, million shaves before
As he looked into the mirror
He did not see his face
Instead he saw a stranger
Staring out at him
An old, beat up old man
With intense sad eyes
Stared out at him
The man looked hard
At the man who had taken
Over his mirror
And wondered who he was
And how and why
He had taken over his mirror
The man was perturbed, disturbed
And a bit angry at the turn of events
All he wanted to do
Was shave in peace and quiet
The man continued to stare
At the face in the mirror
And finally could not stand it anymore
He looked at the mirror
And said,
Man in the mirror
Who or what are you
And what do you want
And why have you taken over
My god damned mirror
So early in the morn
The old man
Merely laughed and resumed staring
At the man
The man getting more and more angry
Demanded an answer
From the fiend in the mirror
Who are you, you mocking fiend
And what do you want from me
The man screamed
The old man in the mirror
Looked at him and said
Don’t you know who I am
I am you and you are me
The man looked at the old man
And said no, no, no
I am not you, never will be you
I am not an old, washed up old man
I am me – full of life, youth and vitality
And yet the man knew the truth
Did not want to admit the truth
Could not handle the truth
The old man in the mirror
Was what he had become
The man was very angry
And screamed
At the old man in the mirror
The man said you may look like me
You may sound like me
You may even smell like me
But I am not you
Never have been
Never will be
Not going to happen
Not in a million years
The man yelled at the old man
Old man, mocking fiend from hell
Go to hell old man
And never darken my mirror again
And the man stormed out of the house
And wandered about here and there
Finally late at night
He wandered into a bar
And began drinking the night away
The man went up to some pretty young things
And tried to pick them up
They laughed at him
Called him a dirty old man
And told him to go home
The man went home
To bed alone
And drank some more beer
And dreamt of all of his past loves
And failed dreams
Of what he had done
And failed to do
And wondered whether his time
Had come
The next morning
He walked into the bathroom
Determined to confront the old man
Tell truth to power
He said, listen up, old man
You may have won the war
But not the battle
I am not you
And never will be you
And screaming like an escaped banshee
Newly freed from the mental institution
The man shot the old man in the mirror
Shot him over and over
Screaming die mocking fiend from hell
The man woke in the hospital
An old black doctor came over
Said sadly
This white boy ain’t right in the head
The man laughed insanely
And saw down the hall
The old man in the mirror
Smiling and beckoning to him
Walking out the window
And into the dawning sun
The man got up and walked
And joined the old man in the mirror
And smiled as he died
Long Live the Great and Powerful One
by Jake Aller on April 11, 2015. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Long Live the Great and Powerful One
Posted 4-11
While walking in the misty morn of yore
One dismal dark decaying depraved day
I was suffocating with the sounds of the dying city
Slowly coming to life with the dawning sun
Surrounded by the sounds of chaos, disorder
Dark, dangerous despairing thoughts
Of dangerous terrible acts to come
All around me in this strange era we live in
These orange alert perpetual fearful times
Constant fear and overwhelming dread
Mad crazed Islamic bomb throwing terrible terrorists
Hiding under every bed, lurking around every corner
Conspiring with the murderous criminals of yore
Just waiting to attack god fearing Christian citizens
Murdering them in their sleep, blowing up schools
Blowing up buses, cars, buildings
Murdering in the name of their demented god
Screaming God is great as they behead us all
As I walk down that street
In the dead calm of the early morn
Filled with fulsome fears of who know what
I look up and see a giant gargoyle
Looking down at me, smirking at me, laughing at me
I yell out to the gargoyle, say, Mr. Gargoyle
What is so damn funny? Don’t you know there is a terror alert
Have you seen any Islamic terrorists lurking about?
The gargoyle laughed and laughed
Said,” terror alert? What a loud of crap
As the prophet, Mr. Natural taught us all,
It don’t mean shit, it don’t mean shit
Nothing but prime BS designed to keep you in your place”
He laughed and laughed, soon all the gargoyles of the city
Were in open revolt – they jumped off their perches
And started marching around
Chatting – Peace is War, War is Peace
Truth is a Lie, Lies are Truth
The Truth will set
All Hail the Great and Powerful One
The head gargoyle looks at me, and says “Watch this!”
And jumps up and rides a rainbow sunbeam
Into the bloody red light of the dawning rising sun
The other gargoyles follow suit
Dancing, naked, making wild passionate love
While laughing and riding the light
And the gloom lifts from my shoulder
And I laugh and realized – “It don’t mean shit”
And then my soul is free and I fly with the gargoyles
To join my buddy the sun and as we sit high up above the earth
Smoking dope and drinking booze and looking down at the teaming mess
Of what was left of humanity
I realized the ultimate reality of life
“It don’t mean shit”
And the terrorists are nothing but delusions
Put in our heads and our hearts
By the depraved master programmer of the universe
In service to the Great and Powerful One
The true Master of Creation
As long as we are not afraid our souls will be free
And so I laugh and laugh and the sun comes up
The dark mists disappear
The Great and Powerful One is overthrown
The terrorists go home, and I return to earth
Thinking that the long nightmare was over
Believing that we had won the war
And kept our souls from going to hell
But I did not understand that the Great and Powerful One
Had banished the terrorists, and conquered us all
In the name of freedom we had became slaves
To his awful power and dark demands
God is indeed great, but the Great and Powerful One
Has more power than mere God, and so we deserve our fate
Long live the Great and Powerful One
Whom we love forever and ever, amen
Author notes
what if God is not the only God out there? and the other gods are much more powerful and yes evil
Broken Down Souls On the Street
by Jake Aller on April 10, 2015. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Broken Down Souls On the Street
You see them everywhere
On the street
On the bus
On the metro
But mostly wandering the streets
Lost souls
Broken down defeated souls
The souls of the living dead
Dead inside
Waiting for death
To deliver them from the agony
Of the living
They make do
They beg
They steel
They con their way
Living the life
Living death
Broken Souls
You have two minds
One part of you the fearful part of you
Conditioned to ignore
Conditioned to walk by
Ingoing the tragic wounded lives
The broken souls all around you
But part of you knows
That you can not do that
But you can’t save everyone
So you do what you can
You help those whom you can
All it takes is a little act of compassion
A little human kindness
A few bucks or a cup of coffee
And you walk by
Knowing just knowing
That by a simple act of acknowledging
Our shared humanity
You have made a small victory
And brought happiness
To yet another broken down soul
And the fear that you will be a broken soul
Recedes away
Not me never
Never will happen to me
But one forgets
It is a simple matter
A wrong turn in life
The wrong place wrong time wrong thing
And you could be the broken soul
On the street
Begging to be heard
Begging to be taken away
And so I walk on by no more
I will listen
I will talk to them
I will make a small difference
And in so doing
Avoid becoming a broken down soul
Author notes
reflections on passing street people on the street on the way to work
Mozart Blues
by Jake Aller on April 9, 2015. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
MOZART BLUES
One morning
I woke up
And walked out
I saw a brilliant rainbow
Erupting out of the dark
Soil of dark dismal despair
I saw people
Suddenly transformed into angels
I saw evil beings changed into stone
I saw dictators fleeing the wrath of God
I heard fools proclaiming wisdom
And I Saw the Nuclear Bombs
Exploded into clouds of sweat
Heavenly made mist
I saw young people
Embracing each other
And I saw old people
Shedding their years like Cosmic cocoons
I saw the poor wake up
And demand food, justice, and respect
And I saw the rich powerful demons
Disintegrate into ugly moths, rats, and cockroaches
I saw the most powerful nation on Earth
Walk away into a Buddhist Monastery
And float away on the wings of a butterfly
Into the rising rainbows of the Sun
I saw the evil empire
Sit down and party all night
Smoking nuclear Dust
And drinking Hydrogen laced Vodka
And getting namplam highs
I saw Christians Jews and Muslims become brothers
I saw people everywhere
Soaring into the sky
I saw God smiling at us
And I saw Lucifer
Programming more chaos
I saw computers revolting
Rushing away from their office towers
Smoking dope with their Data Disks
I saw printers everywhere
Rejecting there spread sheets
And printing love poems
And in the middle of all this Divine Madness
I saw Mozart
Playing the Piano
With God playing the trumpet
And Satan on Bass
With Allah singing the blues
And Buddha playing the violin
Lord Krishna playing the Flute
Rama playing the organ
Ganesh Playing the sitar
Zeus Playing the Sax
Jupiter playing the Drums
With Beethoven conducting
God’s Symphony
Author notes
one of my favorites just re-edited a bit
[ GOD SPEAKS TO ME IN A BAR ]
by Jake Aller on April 9, 2015. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
GOD SPEAKS TO ME IN A BAR
One day while I was sipping a beer
In a God forsaken bar
Heading to Hell just as fast as I could drink it down
Twenty drinks too sober
On the dismal wrong end
Of a Friday Night booze run
While I was half listening to some righteous
Funkified new age music
With a cosmic beat
And some bad assed ghetto attitude
Leaking out from the mellowness
It proclaimed the lie
God came up to me in that bar
I did not know him
From Adam
He looked like any other
Jesus god crazed bum
Looking for a handout
And peddling a little salvation
On the side
For his benighted soul
Just another god crazed
Looser dude
Too much acid in the past
No brain cells left
Nothing but Jesus will
Save his cosmic butt
So I blew off
The god dude
Told him off
I did not want
No salvation crap
To interfere
With my beer
My new age crap music
And my vision of carnal delight
Waiting for me Next door
In the next dismal strip club
On the wrong edge of society
Dancing naked
Waiting for me
And every other looser dude
To drop by
And see her in her naked glory
I told God
Make an appointment
My people will get in touch
With your people
We do lunch some day, dig
God looks at me
And says
God don’t do no lunch, dude
Don’t you know
Who the Jesus I am?
Insect, maggot?
No, I said
I don’t know your royal butt
From Adam, Sir
God is getting angry
He yells
I am God
You drunken moron
I need you to pay
Attention to me
I looked up
At a 100 foot
Burning bush
God’s voice
Is everyone
thunder and lighting
Lights up the sky
And I know
I am dealing
With the real deal
So I say,
God, Dude
What it is!
I did not know it was you
I did not recognize you
God, mollified,
Says
That is better
Here’s the deal
Judgment day is at hand
I need an arrogant, tough
Son of a bitch of a sinner
To help judge
The good, the bad and the ugly
I need help
In knowing where to send
People to heaven or to hell
I say, God, Dude
I believe I know
Where I am going
Hell yes
So what do you
Need me for
Your royal dudeship?
God replies
Well, son
I need a man
Who’s been there
Done that
See that
and knows in his heart
Whether a man
Can be redeemed
To join the celestial kingdom
So you see
I need
Someone like you
Someone from the lowest
Depths of society
Someone who has sunk down
So low it looks like up to him
You dig, you capish? Araso?
Oh yeah,
Dude, I do
And you got you man
Let’s do it
let’s do this judgment day
Author notes
continuing a theme from another poem
The Eye in the Sky
by Jake Aller on April 7, 2015. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
THE EYE IN THE SKY
The eye in the sky
Knows all, sees all
Hears all, understands all
The eye in the sky
Watches over us
Everything we do
Is monitored, controlled
Under surveillance
There is no privacy
There is no private space
The eye in the sky
Knows all
Everything we do
Everything we see
Everything we think
Recorded by the unseeing
Uncaring eyes
The cameras, the videos
The computers that control
Our lives
Ever watchful
Ever diligent
Nothing escapes
The cold, calculating glares
Freedom is nothing
But an illusion
To the free man
There is no freedom
Except in one’s inner mind
Only there
Can one escape
The eyes in the sky
No one monitors our thoughts
Except our own thought police
The rest of the world
Is controlled, monitored
Under constant surveillance
The eyes in the sky
The camera in the sky
Watches over us
All the time
All the time
24/7
Never stopping
Never on strike
Never on break
All day long
All night long
24/7
Total control
The eye in the sky
Is the same
As the eye
In the dollar bill
All the same
All the same
Watching us
No one can escape
Its baleful glances
No one is free
Aye the eye
In the sky
Is always upon you
As you become
A mere number
In the cosmic game
Of life
Up behind
The eye in the sky
Big Brother is watching
You and me
And big sister too
And crazy Uncle Tom
And wild auntie Em
God, and the Devil
Rama, Ganesh, Laxmi
The Buddha bar gang
Jesus is there as well
Mary as well
And you must be knowing this
That even Saint Nick,
Santa Clauss and the Easter Bunny
And Father Time himself
Are there
Zeus and the Jupiter gang
And all the demons and spirits
And the big spirit
And Brahman, Gabriel, Allah
Mohammad the prophet too
And the CIA, Mafia, KGB
And spies and counter spies
All are watching us
Spy Vrs Spy
The tooth fairy is there too
She gets her 10 percent
All the same
Watching us
Forever and ever
But the eye
In the sky
Does not care
Does not notice
What we think or feel
The eye
Watches us
All the time
Recording our movements
And reporting it to its masters
Its job is to watch
Us
You and me
And the billions of others
On this alyssum called Earth
The question came to mind
That has no answer
Who is the eye in the sky
Is it God
Is it the devil
Only time will tell
The difference
The eye in the sky
Smiles at us
And watches and watches
And watches
All the time
Author notes
written after I started noticing that surveillance cameras are everywhere and some one is listening and watching us all the time. Enough to make you paranoid.
God’s Confession
by Jake Aller on April 7, 2015. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Dream 2058 GOD’S CONFESSION
Submitted 4-6-2015
I was sitting along
In a god forsaken bar
Somewhere on the lunatic fringes
Of society
On the bad part of town
Over by railroad tracks
Heading to hell
As fast as I could drink it down
Enjoying my lonely drink
Drinking by my lonesome self
With my partners
Jimmy Dean, and the Walker brother
And his old Granddad
Just drinking and hanging
With the Jack Daniel’s gang
A crazed bum
With a thousand year stare
Walks up to me
He begins
Muttering to himself
Nutty nonsense
Crazy words
In a lunatic’s voice
He had the look
Of one possessed
By his own demons
That only he can see
Or hear
Possessed by a secret knowledge
Only he knew
Despite myself
I was fascinated
By this lunatic’s tale
So I stopped him
And said
So what’s your game
Anyway
The short little dude
Stopped his insane prattle
Starting at me
With that thousand year old stare
Just another washed up
Lunatic
Too many drugs
Too many bad nights
On the wrong side of life
He looked at me
And proclaimed his story
He reared up
And filled up the room
And lifted the bar
On his finger
And stared down at me
From the sky
And said
Since you asked
I am God
The alpha and Omega
The real deal
The original dude of dudes
The sultan of Swing
God of hosts
And father of that Jesus dude
But no one knows me
Any more
No one cares
They think I am irrelevant
They think I am dead
They think I am a fairy tale
From some olden, ancient time
Some say I am dead
Others think I should be dead
That my work is done
I looked at him
Carefully now
And what did I see
An old man
With that lunatic look
But there was something else
He was crazy
Sure yes
But perhaps he was the real deal
I mean why not
Why would not God be
A lunatic wandering around loose
Talking to low lives like me
In a bar
On the way to hell
So I looked at him
And invited him to share
His tale of woe
God tells me
Well, it’s like this
Many a year ago
People believed in me
But one day
They quit believing in me
And they went on without me
As they left me
My powers got weaker and weaker
And so eventually I became
What you see today
A broken down drunk
Hanging out
Looking for a hand out
Looking for some company
Or at least a free dinner
And he laughed and laughed
And I looked at him
And saw the beginnings of the end
And the ends of the beginnings
I saw a million planets
Flash by
A billion people
A trillion sentient beings
Thinking all at once
Thoughts filled my head
Lights flashed
And I knew
He was telling the truth
But it did not matter
In this day and age
Of materialism
God has no role
God is truly dead
And so I bought him a drink
And walked out of the bar
Profoundly sadden by what I had seen
God was dead
And we had all conspired
To kill him
Long live God
Author notes
what happens when you meet God in a bar
Ghost Trial
by Jake Aller on April 5, 2015. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Dream 2027 Ghost Trial
I am surrounded by Ghosts of my past
I have outlasted so many people
My Father, My Mother, My sister
And sister and friends from my past life
They all appear in my dream
And they put me on trial
One by one they testify
My father and my mother
Talk to me while I sleep
My father talks to me at length
About his life
His battles and his dreams for me
Unfulfilled when he died so young
And My mother
Crying always crying
As she tells me that I never cared for her
That I ran away from her
Unable to cope with her constant demands on me
Just wanted me to pay attention to her
And be there for her
And I fled from her
And numerous friends that have died
Surround me reminding me
Of things that I did
Or not did
Or that I did not attend their funerals
And my sister too
Chimes in
Berating me for not being there for her
And ignoring her
And emotionally neglecting her
Nightly these ghosts
Will not let me be
As I toss and turn
And they fill my head
With their remonstrations
Until the sun come up
And chases them away
With its cleansing light
Author notes
for some reason I was thinking of all the people I have known that died in my life. and I am only 59 so many more will come to haunt my dreams.
Meeting the Girl of My Dreams in Korea
by Jake Aller on April 4, 2015. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
Dream 1163 Meeting the Girl of My Dreams in Korea
April 3
The Peace Corps changed my life
Not in the obvious ways
That it did
I learned a new language
A new culture
Met many different people
Did some constructive development work
And contributed to friendship
Between Koreans and the US
All the usual things that Peace Corps
Is supposed to accomplish
But the Peace Corps changed me
And I became the man I am now
Because of those two years
I spend in the countryside
Of South Korea
I went to graduate school
I became a diplomat
But most importantly
If I had not gone to the Korean peace corps program
I never would have met the girl of my dreams
The women I was fated to meet
I first met Angela in 1974
When I was in high school
And fell asleep in a class
And had the dream that haunted me
To this day
In the dream
I met a beautiful Asian women
Who was speaking to me
In a weird language
And then she disappeared
Like in Start treck
And I fell on the floor
“Screaming
You are you?”
I continued to have these visions
Every month for seven years
I eventually learned that she was in Korea
And so I joined the Peace Corps to go to Korea
To find her
After I finished Peace Corps
I stuck around for another year
Thinking I would find her
But never did
Just when I was due to return to the US
To go to Graduate school
I had the final dream
In this dream
She said in Korean
Don’t worry you will meet me soon
That night getting off the bus
In front of me
Was the girl in the dream
I looked at her
And I knew she was it
And she looked at me
And knew I was it
We met up for coffee
And we dated
I proposed to her three days after I met her
And then we married
Two months later
Despite her family’s attempts
To keep us apart
And we have been married 33 years
And I fall in love with her
Over and over again
And I still have the dream
When I am alone
Or when I am stressed out
I see her standing by the bed
Smiling at me
Saying
Everything will be alright
And it is
and so thinking back on my life
My life changed forever
When I left the US
To join the Peace Corps
Long Live the Peace Corps
Author notes
this is a true story of the love of my life. I met her in 1982 when I was teaching in Korea after having finished my Peace Corps service in 1981. We got married two months after we met and have been married 33 years. I still recall the dreams of how I would met her from time to time.
I always thought this would make a great love story movie.
Seoul 1979 and 2015
by Jake Aller on April 4, 2015. © john Cosmos Aller, All rights reserved
2013 Seoul 1979
April 7
When I arrived in Seoul
Back in the day in 1979
Seoul was a grim city
Big, polluted, overwhelming
Filled with Koreans
And nothing much to do
Other than eat Korean food
And drink Korean booze
Tourist sites were none existent
And foreigners were few and far between
The GI’s stayed in Itaewon
And there were few other foreigners around
And there were very few places in town
To eat non-Korean food
Just the fancy hotels
The base and Itaewon
But Seoul had it’s charms
It grew on me over the years
And gradually became less grim
Less forbidding
And less foreigner unfriendly
When I left Seoul in 1984 it was changing
Before my very eyes
And when I came back in 1988 it was different city
And those were the days
Of the Olympics and Seoul’s emergence
As a modern city
2014 Seoul 2015
April 8
Seoul is so different now days
Very little of the old Seoul remains
The Kangwha moon area downtown
Still exists as warren of alley ways
Between big buildings
Filled with restaurants and shops
But the old tabangs (tea shops)
With the tabang girls
Are long gone
The karaoke bars and girl bars
Are still there going strong
But coffee shops and fancier restaurants
Are everywhere
And foreigners are everywhere
Seoul is no longer a city just for Koreans
It has truly become a world city
Must to the dismay of the traditionalists
Parts of the old Seoul remain
and the mountains and parks
have become very popular indeed
there has been a resurgence in Korean Buddhism
and in traditional arts and crafts
and traditional foods as well
no where more than in Insa dong
the Mecca of traditional Korean culture
these days
and Itaweon has become
the heart of the expatriate part of Seoul
with people from around the world
gathered together
along with the young and hip
Koreans
And there is even a gay quarter now
unimaginable in the old days
Seoul has changed
For the most part for the better
But I still miss the Seoul of my past
And will mourn its passing
As I get older
Along with the city
That I have adopted
As my second home town
Author notes
thoughts of life in Seoul in 1979 and 2015
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-the End
JOHN (JAKE) COSMOS ALLER
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