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  • PSH April 2023 Poems

    PSH April 2023 Poems

    PSH April 2023 Poems

    I am catching up after a month long bout with COVID slowed everything up.. I am fine but have some lignering symptons.  Get your shots and  boosters.!

    Today I am posting my April 2023 poems inspired by following Poetry Superhighway prompts. I also followed Writer’s Digest prompts and Writing com Dew Drop-In prompts. The links take you to my Writing com page where you can look at my other work posted there. The link to the Writing com page is

    Portfolio URL: http://jcosmos.Writing.Com/JCosmos

    Due to Spotify ending their word press podcast agreement, it may take a while to resurrect my podcasts, and I hope to start YouTube and FB this fall.

    I am off to the States. for three months and during my travels will probably post a bit less but I am determined to keep posting as I like blogging.

    Thanks for reading my stuff. Appreciate the support.

    Index

    30

    Misdirections to my Mom’s House in Berkeley

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    When I /was a young lad
    Living in Berkeley, California
    I delighted in giving misdirections
    To my house as follows

    “Go down to Solano and the Alameda
    Turn right on Alameda
    Go down five blocks
    Turn left at San Lorenzo
    At the No left turn sign

    Turn right on Santa Rosa
    We are five houses down
    On the left side.”

    Almost no one challenged me
    On the no left turn sign
    And they found the house

    The no-left turn signs
    Only applied between
    Four and eight pm

    As sunset
    Made it difficult
    To see on-coming traffic
    When you turned.

    Probably most people
    Knew that
    Or they just did not care

    For such a violation
    Would not result
    In a fine or anything

    Unless you were driving
    While black of course.

    April 30, 2023: Poetry Writing Prompt from Brendan Constantine
    This poetry writing prompt was submitted by Brendan Constantine:
    BAD AFTERNOON PROMPT
    Create a poem in which you give VERY BAD directions on how to find you. Feel free to reference inner landmarks as well as outer ones (“Keep going straight until you come to my tenth birthday party. If you can see my father asleep in his car, you’ve gone too far…”). No matter how bad the directions, make sure the reader can ultimately find you.

    April 29

    #29. A man and his computer, Best friends or enemies?
    ID #1049275 entered on May 6, 2023 [Edit]

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    I have a love-hate relationship
    With my computer

    I have been writing
    with the aid
    Of a computer

    Now for almost 40 years
    Having bought my first computer
    In 1984

    Over the years
    I must have written
    Millions of words

    And over the years
    My computer
    Must have lost
    Thousands of words

    My computer likes to play games
    With me
    Crashing for no reason
    Endless non-response
    blue spinning wheels

    making me wait
    for up to five minutes
    then letting me see
    it just ate the words

    and they are gone
    into the ether
    never to be found again

    sometimes the undo button works
    other times it does not

    sometimes the copy-and-paste feature
    wipes out the previous text
    and for good measure
    turns off the undo button

    often
    trying to open a document
    is an exercise in shear frustration

    constantly getting strange
    haiku error messages
    such as

    there is a dialogue box open
    close the dialogue box
    but there is no visible dialogue box

    but the worst error message
    of all
    was when I tried to copy
    non-excel data

    I would receive a message
    Saying

    “There are no fonts available
    Okay yes or no”

    Once I clicked okay
    250 times
    Before my computer crashed

    I reported this to Microsoft
    Nothing but radio silence
    As usual

    I shifted to google docs
    And the problem was solved

    I could go on and on
    But I grow weary
    Of recounting all the ways
    My computer loves
    To mess with me.

    April 28

    #30. marriage thoughts
    ID #1049276 entered on May 6, 2023 [Edit]

    Marriage thoughts

    I did not know that the moon rises
    Sensitive poets squelching freedom of speech
    Because you cannot bear with me
    There is always some sort of love
    As the visible mind seeks out marriage
    Will you join me on this journey?

    Prompt lines
    The visible mind seeks out marriage Ginsberg Psalm 2
    Sensitive poets squelching freedom of speech Irony Christopher Michael Nuclear Orange
    Because You Can not Bear with Me Kim Sewol
    Always some kind of Love BJ Buckley
    That the Moon Rises the Night Year Round Kim Sewol
    April 28, 2023: Poetry Writing Prompt from John Dorroh
    This poetry writing prompt was submitted by John Dorroh:
    Gather five of your favorite poetry books. In each book, turn to page 21. Read the second lines of the five poems from page 21. Write them down. After you have collected all five sentences, write a poem using at least 2-3 words from each line.

    April 27

    #31. Spring Wildfires in the Desert Haiku
    ID #1049277 entered on May 6, 2023 [Edit]

    Spring wildflowers

    Spring wildflowers
    Blooming in the desert heat
    Life going forward

    April 27, 2023: Poetry Writing Prompt from Susan Taylor
    This poetry writing prompt submitted by Susan Taylor:
    Write a haiku about the desert wildflowers on the day we change to Daylight Savings Time. Remember, we turn our clocks forward one hour.

    #32. Blue Blues
    ID #1049278 entered on May 6, 2023,

    Blue Blues

    Ask me now
    Ask me no questions
    I will tell you no lies

    As we cut brilliant corners
    Play the blues
    On Friday the 13th

    Felling horny for you
    I mean you
    Bye Yah

    Ask me now
    Brilliant corners
    Friday the 13th

    I mean you
    Horny
    Bye yah

    April 26, 2023: Poetry Writing Prompt from Ron Bremner
    This poetry writing prompt was submitted by Ron Bremner:
    Use three or more Thelonious Monk song titles in a single poem.
    Editor’s Note: Find a list of Thelonious Monk songs here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_compositions_by_Thelonious_Monk
    Straight, no chaser
    ’round Midnight
    Ugly Beauty
    Brilliant Corners
    Criss-cross
    Functional
    Introspection

    #34. re-programing your mind
    ID #1049280 entered on May 6, 2023

    Reprograming your mind Mental Images

    Whenever the demons
    The dark dangerous nattering
    Negative thoughts
    Overwhelm me
    Paralyzing me
    Stopping me

    I need to stop
    Reprograming my mind

    Instead of saying
    I am not good enough
    I need to say
    I can do this

    When I think I am too old
    I need to tell myself
    I am still a young man
    At heart

    When I think
    I am running out of time
    I need to reprogram that thought

    When I say
    I will never finish my life’s work
    I need to say
    Yes I can
    Yes I will

    Today is the day
    And go back to work

    April 25, 2023: Poetry Writing Prompt from Susan Justiniano
    This poetry writing prompt submitted by Susan Justiniano:
    Prompt Title: Stop Telling yourself THAT Story
    Intro:
    We all have invasive thoughts. At times those thoughts turn into scenarios and stories of ourselves that aren’t true or are based on a comment received from outside of ourselves that we have internalized to the point of believing it. It’s time to reframe those stories that keep us from thriving, connecting, and growing.
    Using “Stop Telling Yourself THAT Story” checks those invasive thoughts and beliefs that interfere with moving forward and reframes the stories, mantras, and beliefs on repeat in our minds.
    How to use this prompt:
    Gather info: What are the keywords or phrases that pop up and keep space within you that can or do prevent you from growing, thriving, and building to meet the goals you have for yourself? For this exercise, list a minimum of three and a maximum of five.
    Example: Imposter Syndrome, Fear of failure, rejection, “no”,
    Free write for 5 minutes, stream of consciousness, Keep writing don’t edit, revise or stop. Words that make no sense will make themselves clear). Starting line example: “I am afraid of…”
    Example: I am afraid of being rejected when I submit a poem for publication. I work so hard in getting the right tone, words, and phrases. Some of my best works are rejected and I just hide them away and never look at them again.
    Example: I am afraid to perform on stage because I can’t memories my work….
    Turn the page over, on a clean page 5 minutes of reframing THAT story without looking back to it. Keep writing for 5 minutes don’t edit, revise or stop. Words that make no sense will make themselves clear. Start with a line that stuck with you from the first free write or start with “I am afraid”
    I am afraid that if I don’t try, I won’t get published. For me to find my audience, I need to put my work out there.
    If I stay in the shadows, where I’m comfortable, and do not perform, I’ll never know if it’s for me, I will always wonder if I’ve met my full potential as an artist
    Put it together as an essay, poem, or short story. Tell of a time you reframed or will reframe the story to create a new narrative and stop telling yourself that story of fear and insecurity.
    Example (structured in a way that is not comfortable):
    The first time I wanted to perform, I backed out
    I believe that I could never be as good as those I see
    The words on my pages left me filled with doubt
    I couldn’t remember them, like slam poetry
    My hands shake and my voice racks
    Whenever I practice in the image that looks back
    Those who perform appear smooth and calm
    Gesturing and moving with poetic aplomb
    Today, I take a deep breath and count on my people
    Sitting in front rows, there to support me
    I perform for them, they don’t care
    If I mess up, forget, or read from my phone
    They snap and clap and hoot
    Because they know how much it means
    To stand before them mic in my hands
    Deep breath… I made it! Wow this stage things is grand
    Walk away from the first draft. Share it in a brave writing /revising group.
    Stop telling yourself THAT story and tell yourself this new story.

    #28. Jew Fro
    ID #1048725 entered on April 24,

    Back in the day
    Way back
    In the 70s
    In Berkeley

    I had a lot of hair
    I wore it
    In what  was called
    A “jew Fro”

    As many Jews
    Had kinky hair
    Almost like
    Our black brothers

    The “Jew Fro”
    Is sadly
    No longer
    On my head

    Which I now know
    Is part Jewish
    Perhaps that is why
    I had a “jew fro”

    April 24, 2023: Poetry Writing Prompt from Rachel Baum
    This poetry writing prompt submitted by Rachel Baum:
    Find a photograph of yourself as a child or teenager. Write about that moment in time – what just happened? What were the feelings, taste, and smell at that moment? Who was taking the photo, and how does that person factor into the poem/story?

    #27. What is love?
    ID #1048723 entered on April 24, 2023

    April 22

    What is Love?

    What is love?
    Is it nothing
    But biochemistry?

    Is it madness?
    Is it just
    A search for connections?

    In a cold cruel world?
    That does not care
    For us at all?

    It is all of that
    And none of that

    Those who know
    What Love is
    Do not tell

    That is the Zen
    Of Love

    April 22, 2023: Poetry Writing Prompt from J R Turek
    This poetry writing prompt submitted by J R Turek:
    Write a poem varying It is and It isn’t. Be whimsical, be fantastical, and surprise your reader every few lines. Defy, denounce, define – don’t limit your poem to the page boundaries.

    #26. dangerous mountains of madness
    ID #1048722 entered on April 24, 2023 [Edit

    Dangerous Unusual Events

    Dangerous unusual event
    The burly royal family
    Enchanted Memories

    Mountainous Magenta
    Visions overwhelming people
    Hysterical Acid trips

    Adjoining flimsy
    scare wilderness
    subdued history

    the mood of society
    disturbed by events
    currency disruptions

    grandmother
    decides fate
    of humanity

    she has a beer
    at midnight
    Drama her priority

    took much to drink
    spent time in the bathroom
    contemplating reality

    she has an appointment
    with a doctor
    in the morning

    prompt words
    erect
    unusual
    royal
    dangerous
    acid
    enchanted
    magenta
    mountainous
    hysterical
    adjoining
    technical
    burly
    scarce
    flimsy
    subdued
    math
    history
    distribution
    mood
    society
    grandmother
    currency
    beer
    midnight
    priority
    bathroom
    drama
    appointment
    hat
    promotion

    April 23, 2023: Poetry Writing Prompt from Richard-Yves Sinoski
    This poetry writing prompt submitted by Richard-Yves Sinoski:
    Imagery Prompts: Avoiding Cliché Through “Juxatives”
    The best poetry avoids cliché using cognitive leaps. I don’t want red roses signifying love; rather, love may be a set of curtains that shuts out the outside world and keeps you and your dear ones together, or perhaps it’s molten lava that first burns all it touches but later cools into something solid you can build a house on.
    How do we make these creative leaps? My fellow poet Kristan Anderson and I came up with the term “juxative,” for juxtapositions of terms that normally wouldn’t frequent each other. These juxatives can be expanded into full images.
    To do it, create lists of adjectives and lists of nouns, verbs, and adverbs, or adjectives and adverbs. Then jumble them up so that random adjectives get applied to random nouns, etc.
    SILLY + RIVER = What does that give us? Something better than a babbling brook, I’ll wager.
    ANGRY + CHRISTMAS GIFT = Suddenly the holidays take on whole new implications.
    CRYING + PILLOW = More forceful than crying into your pillow—you’re so down that your pillow itself is crying along with you.
    The next step is to see how you can expand these.
    LIMPING + MOUTH = “After the dentist, I spoke with a limp”
    FLOWERY + KEY = “I practiced the piano till the keys turned to flowers”
    HAPPY + THUNDER = “My childhood was a thunderstorm of happiness”
    These images are often so striking and effective that they can spawn entire poems!

    #25. Green Trees Don’t Make It
    ID #1048600 entered on April 22, 2023 [Edit]

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    pine trees jpeg

    Everyday
    I look out and see
    The ugly green trees
    Standing guard
    in front of my house

    And I think to myself
    Who owns the trees?
    And what do they think of us?

    Are we their friends?
    Are we their enemies?
    What do the trees think?
    Or do they silently watch us,
    Spies to the celestial emperor?

    I have pondered this question
    Many a morning
    Who is the owner of these trees?
    And why do they silently watch us?

    I wonder if the trees don’t hate us
    And why they don’t protest
    Every day as we drive back and forth
    Emitting poison gases
    from our mechanical asses
    Right into their unprotected faces

    And every night
    we eat our dinner
    And then give the trees
    Our polluted leftovers

    And laugh as they silently die
    From our acidic fallout
    Constantly floating
    down on their skin

    Yes, I wonder about the trees
    And the birds and the bees
    And everyone else

    What are they thinking?
    Are they plotting revenge?
    Or are they merely there

    Silently, watching, plotting,
    Designing fiendish plots of revenge
    Dreams of vast nuclear destruction

    Cosmic diseases wiping out
    everyone in the ass
    Yes, I wonder
    and dream and ponder

    What is the meaning
    of those silent green trees?
    Standing on the corner

    Quietly condemning us
    With their quiet tears,
    and falling leaves

    In the winter they stand
    Naked and alone
    Covered with ice-cold snow
    As we drive by nice and warm

    And we don’t care
    As they stand out
    in the cold

    Shivering, plotting warm plans
    of cosmic revenge
    Is it too late for us
    To become friends with the trees.

    Or will the day come
    When the trees will wake up
    And gather together
    All of the other
    slaves of humanity

    I have a vision
    One morning
    I will open the door

    And see an army of wild things
    Led by the green trees
    Coming to arrest me
    For crimes against nature

    And I will plead,
    I did not know
    And they will laugh

    and turn me
    all of my kind
    Into silent tombs

    And we will stand
    out in the cold
    Like the green trees
    Plotting dreams of revenge
    Forever and ever

    Until our day finally comes
    And we can go out
    and kill all the wild things
    Perhaps we already have

    This poetry writing prompt was submitted by Matt Mellor:
    Write a poem personifying something inorganic like a building or a machine. What has it seen throughout its ‘life’? How does it feel about change? How does it smile or signify happiness? Play with this voice and see what it wants to say.
    Example –
    The Beam Engine
    I still feel empty, since my organs were taken away.
    Though it has been decades since my heart was full of coal
    and my lungs breathed my beam up and down.
    The rumble deep beneath the earth is long gone.
    I’m thankful for the birds that nest in my skull
    and the occasional squirrel or shrew that settles at my feet.
    It seems the trade-off for a long life is that you must be still
    because these little creatures spark with speed and color.
    There is much-needed motion at my feet.
    Not from workers talking about the shift and bosses about new seams.
    But chirps, squeaks, and the rustle of leaves.

    Two bonus poems on a similar theme

    Old Tree Missing Humans

    The old pine tree
    Last of its kind
    Stood alone
    On the top of the mountains
    Looking down on the creation
    Missing the pesky humans
    Who used to visit

    The last Tree remaining is transported to another world

    It was the last.
    Time had been cruel,
    Taken everything,
    Leaving nothing.
    As the last limb tumbled,

    The Tree stood awaiting its fate.
    The stars took pity and congregated.
    The vortex opened.

    The tree was transported to a new world,
    One of life and promise.

    #24. secrets unsaid
    ID #1048593 entered on April 22, 2023

    I am afraid
    If I keep writing
    I will tell you

    Secrets
    What is best left
    Unsaid

    Secrets I should take
    To my grave

    If I keep writing
    I will have to tell you

    And you will have
    To bear the burden
    Of hearing my secrets

    Which may destroy you
    In the end
    Shall I continue?

    April 21, 2023: Poetry Writing Prompt from Michelle Daugherty
    This poetry writing prompt submitted by Michelle Daugherty:
    I told my best friend I had nothing to write about, he said that just meant there was something I was afraid to say. Write a poem starting each stanza with “I’m afraid that if I keep writing, I will tell you”

    #23. We Met In September
    ID #1048478 entered on April 19, 2023 [Edit

    We met in September
    When we met
    Love at first sight
    Sparks flew heart to heart

    이심촘심
    isimchomsim

    A date I will always remember
    We wed in December

    Alemseged alphabetical: https://alemsegedsisay9.medium.com/learn-about-alemsegeds-alphabetical-rhyming-s…
    1- alemseged style is a poetry style of six lines stanza with a rhyming pattern of abcdaa. The stanza’s number is not limited.
    Example of alemseged’s style of poetry :

    #22. Morning Ganta Poem
    ID #1048477 entered on April 19, 2023

     

     

     

     

     

     

    Hot
    My morning coffee
    While watching the news
    Filled with such gloom and doom
    I turn it off feeling the blues
    Hot

    Ganta style: https://medium.com/@internationalpoetrynewsletter/modern-ganta-poems-and-how-to-…
    Ganta is a poetry style of 6 lines with a syllable meter of 1/5/6/7/8/1. The first 1 syllable word (noun, pronoun, subject…) is a refrain at the end. No other refrain is allowed except the first word of the first line at the last line.it is mainly used to show some actions, objects, behaviors, …etc to someone poetically.it is the 100th poetry style invention of the world’s precious poet alone gamma.

    #21. Sparks Flowing Heart to Heart Shoa Poem

    ID #1048476 entered on April 19, 2023 [Edit]

    September
    I first met her
    I met my fate
    one autumn date
    Sparks flowing
    My heart to hers

    In Korean

    9월
    나는 그녀를 처음 만났다
    나는 내 운명을 만났다
    어느 가을 데이트
    불꽃이 흐른다
    내 마음이 그녀에게
    이심촘심

    9woll
    naneun geunyeoreul cheoeum mannassda
    naneun no unmyeongeul mannassda
    one gal date
    bulkkocci hereunder
    no marumi going
    isimchomsim

    first attempt to write a poem in Korean.
    Shoa’s poem is a six lines poetry which has rhyme of the 3rd and 4th lines only with having 4 syllables in each line exactly.

    g#20. Married my Dream Girl
    ID #1048475 entered on April 19, 2023

    when I met my dream girl

    sparks flew from heart to heart

    Love at first sight
    I met my Dream girl
    I met my Fate
    On that Date
    I met my Soul mate
    She soon became my Mate
    I Proposed after three days
    And we had our Marriage
    In December
    And now we have been together
    For almost 40 years

    This poetry writing prompt was submitted by Richard Westheimer:
    Go to https://randomwordgenerator.com/
    Generate 12 nouns or verbs – 3 syllables or less
    Feel free to repeat until you get 12 words that you’re ok with. (feel free to slightly modify a word. For example, in the example below, I changed “site” to “cite.”)
    Write them down in order
    Write a 14-line poem where the first 12 lines contain your 12 words (one for each line)
    Example: these words: “room nap lose galaxy like cool site feel revival pop siege patient” became this poem: https://www.rattle.com/my-father-transformed-by-dying-by-dick-westheimer/

    #19. As Time Goes By
    ID #1048474 entered on April 19, 2023

    While reading
    Robert Harris’s Epic History

    Of Cicero
    One of the greatest politicians
    Of the ancient world

    I was struck by how
    Very little has changed
    In this world of ours

    To quote the classic song
    “As time goes by”

    It’s still the same old story
    A fight for love and glory
    A case of do or dies
    As time goes by.

    This poetry writing prompt submitted by LB Sedlacek:
    Write a Book Plot(s) Poem
    1. Think of your favorite book, or even a couple or a few of your favorite books,
    2. Consider the plot(s) of each book,
    3. Write a poem based on the beginning, middle, and end of the book. Or use one book’s plot for the beginning of your poem, another book’s plot for the middle of your poem, and yet a different book’s plot for the end of your poem,
    4. You can convey the main plot point in bits and pieces or in full in your verse. Just mash it up however you think it works best in your poem,
    5. Title your poem with a scrambling (letters and/or words) of the book’s title, and
    6. Re-read your book(s) as time permits and compare it to your poem!

    #18. My Computer Hates Me
    ID #1048437 entered on April 19, 2023

    My computer hates me
    My computer wants to kill me

    My computer is plotting against me
    Constantly sending me messages

    Revealing my computer’s
    real feelings
    How much it hates me
    Death to all humans

    This poetry writing prompt submitted by Lavina Blossom:
    Think of an inanimate object which you own, preferably one that does not perform exactly as you would like (a rug cleaner, staple remover, shaver, fry pan, carving knife, etc). Write a poem from the point of view of that object, extolling your virtues and your failings. You might address your owner or direct your monologue to another inanimate object.

    #17. Somewhere Lost over the Rainbow
    ID #1048436 entered on April 19, 2023

     

     

     

     

     

     

    Over the rainbow

    Past the railroad tracks
    There is another land
    Another world

    Found only in one’s dreams
    And nightmares
    And dark lullaby

    In this dream world
    One dreams do come true
    But only if you believe

    The dream gods
    Take you there
    Nightly

    To the other world
    But what if the other world
    Is the real world

    And this world
    Is nothing but an illusion
    A dream world

    Within a dream world
    Lost in a dark world
    Of one’s creation??

    And what if you
    Can never awaken
    Back to this world?

    Lost forever
    In the land
    On the other side
    Of the rainbow?

    [Verse 1]
    Somewhere over the rainbow
    Way up high
    There’s a land that I heard of
    Once in a lullaby

    [Verse 2]
    Somewhere over the rainbow
    Skies are blue
    And the dreams that you dare to dream
    Really do come true
    [Bridge]
    Someday I’ll wish upon a star
    And wake up where the clouds are far behind me
    Where troubles melt like lemon drops
    Away above the chimney tops
    That’s where you’ll find me

    [Verse 3]
    Somewhere over the rainbow
    Bluebirds fly
    Birds fly over the rainbow
    Why, then, oh, why can’t I?

    This poetry writing prompt was submitted by Lara Dolphin:
    Somewhere over the Rainbow . . . there’s a poem.
    Write a constrained poem using only the words allotted to Dorothy Gale in MGM’s The Wizard of Oz. To build up a lexicon, you could watch the movie over and over, or for a handy transcript click here.
    Bonus points if your poem touches on a theme from the movie e.g. “There’s no place like home.”#16. Sam Adams does over meditation

    ID #1048435 entered on April 19, 2023

    Sam Adams does over meditation

    Sam Adams
    Is feeling his age
    He just turned 70.

    He got up
    At dawn, like he usually did
    Walked out of his Gimpo
    South Korea

    Went for a walk
    Along the golden walkway canal
    Beneath his 20th-story apartment
    Enjoying the morning fog

    He stops for coffee
    And gluten-free pastries
    And sits on his park bench

    And like many old people
    Often engages
    In the mental game
    Of ‘do over” meditation.

    Thinking back on his life
    What would he do differently
    If he had a chance
    To go back
    And do it all over again.

    Would he have gone
    To a different college
    Would it have been better
    To have gone to chico state?

    Would it have been better
    If he had joined a fraternity
    And become student body president

    If he had gone up
    He should have gone to bed
    With his platonic girlfriends
    In any event
    Should have gotten laid.

    Before he turned 18
    Instead of waiting
    Until he was 21
    A late bloomer sexually speaking.

    He should have quit drinking
    And taking drugs
    Should have quit playing
    The drunken bum show.

    After the Peace Corps
    He should have gone
    To Yonsei
    Done the two year
    Korean language course.

    Then gotten his MA
    In Korean studies
    Followed up by an MBA
    At Thunderbird.

    Should have waited
    And joined either commerce
    Or public affairs
    Rather than the state.

    Or should have transferred
    Once he got tenure.
    .
    Should have not worked
    For LAMC and CTC
    That was a
    Waste of time
    And energy.

    On his wife
    At least not as much
    As he had.

    When he was in India
    Should not have gotten
    Involved with the other women
    Should have kept faithful
    To his wife.

    In Bangkok
    Should have not done the hash
    Should have not had
    The bar room incident.

    Should have addressed
    His ld.
    While in college.

    Should have done law school
    Perhaps with his wife
    They should have opened
    A law firm together.

    Should have moved
    To Berkeley
    And become a politician.

    He and his wife
    Should have bought
    That gwangwhamoon property
    And the independence avenue property.

    Should not have bought
    Katelyn court property
    Or at least bought
    It is across the street.

    He should have retired
    After Spain
    And got to SF
    And got his MFA degree.

    He should have published
    His novels
    And poetry
    And a movie script.

    Should have started
    A youtube channel
    Becoming a youtube sensation.

    In the end
    There was one thing
    He would still have done it.

    Meet and marry
    The girl of his dreams
    But he should have
    Written the movie script.
    By now.

    With this thoughts
    In his mind
    He went back home
    And talked to his wife.

    This poetry writing prompt submitted by karen watts:
    We all make mistakes and have regrets. A popular fantasy is “If I could just have a do-over.” Write a poem about a terrible decision, ordinary mistake, or wrong turn in life that you’d never undo, even if you could.
    If you write a poem from this prompt, post it as a comment underneath the prompt in the poetry super highway Facebook group.

    #15. Walked into that cocktail party PSH
    ID #1048434 entered on April 19, 2023,

    I walked into that cocktail party
    Armed with humor,
    Feed and help enlighten
    Woe mankind

    The party of the damned
    Partying like
    It was the end of the world
    For it was

    The end times
    Were upon on all
    As the old order

    Began to fall apart
    The rot was complete

    I returned
    To the party
    Of the damned

    Drinking my way
    To hell

    This poetry writing prompt was submitted by kenneth Boyd:
    Write a poem that connects the first line of the first poem in your favorite book of poetry and the last line of the last poem in the same book. Optionally, condense the titles of the two poems to form the title for the new poem.

    #14. I am From Berkeley
    ID #1048433 entered on April 19, 2023

    I am from Berkeley, California
    From a town in the east bay
    I am from the thousand oaks neighborhood
    And the Berkeley hills

    I am from a garden
    Whose fruit trees bloom

    I am from a university city
    Filled with radical ideas

    I am from my father and mother
    I am from a German family
    And a Cherokee family
    And from a dysfunctional family
    From the 196os

    I am from an atheist family
    I am of Scandinavian and Jewish ancestry
    From a southern family

    Growing up in southern food
    Including grits and southern greens
    From a mother who did not suffer fools gladly
    And from a father
    Who was a crusader for justice

    I am from those moments in time
    The 60s in Berkeley
    Forever shaping me __________

    April 14, 2023: poetry writing prompt from Julie Standing
    This poetry writing prompt submitted by Julie Standing:
    This prompt is a favorite and is often used to show students that we are all poets if I train our minds to think like one. I became aware of it during a Zoom workshop when I was blown away by someone’s poem. And then searched the format on the internet with the result that the poem I created was the poem used to end my recent poetry collection and one of my favorite poems.
    This poem template is inspired by george Ella Lyon’s “Where I’m From” poem.

    #12. fragrance Of Korean Food
    ID #1048431 entered on April 19, 2023

    Korean Food
    Korean Food

     

     

     

     

     

     

    I love Korean Food

    I love the taste
    I love the fragrance
    I love the smells

    I love the texture
    I love the feel
    I love how it looks

    Fell in love with it
    And all things Korean

    Back in 1979
    When I first went there
    In the U.S. Peace Corps

    Korean food is somewhat like
    Chinese, Japanese, Vietnamese, and Thai
    With some American influences as well

    But it is all done in a unique Korean style

    Everything is cooked with special spices
    A mixture of chili paste, garlic, fish sauce,
    Onions, scallions, soy sauce,
    Salt, tofu, panjang sauce, and soju (liquor).

    Often cooked with beef, chicken, clams, eggs, fish,
    Kimchi, intestines meat, mushrooms, mussels,
    Oysters and/or pork,

    Every meal consists of rice, kimchi
    (pickled vegetables usually cabbage)
    The main entry is either beef, chicken, fish, or pork,
    Rice
    And multiple vegetable side dishes
    Including western style salad

    The entire meal
    A feast for the eyes
    Nose and mouth

    With a delicious unique
    Aroma, fragrance,
    Taste and texture
    Uniquely Korean.

    All washed down
    With Korean beer, liquor (soju) or
    Or rice wine or Western wine

    My favorites include

    Bulgogi chongsik (with all the side dishes) 불고기 총식
    Kalbi chongsik (with all the side dishes) 칼비 총식
    Calamari 오징어
    Fried chicken 닭 튀김
    Chuncheon chicken ribs 춘천 닭갈비
    Dumplings 만두
    Fried rice 볶음밥
    High-rice카레라이스
    Korean curry rice 카레라이스
    Kimpop rice wrapped in seaweed 김팝
    Korean soups 한국 수프
    My favorite army stew 군대 스튜
    Kalbitang (beef rib soup) 칼비탕
    Beef turnip soup 쇠고기 순무 스프
    Ginseng chicken soup 인삼 치킨 수프
    Kimchi stew 김치찌개
    Tanjung stew 짱짱찌개
    Bibimbap mixed vegetables and rice with an egg on top비빔밥
    Kalkooksu noodles 칼국수
    Ramyeon 라면
    Mushroom stew 버섯 스튜
    Soondaeboo tofu stew 순대부두부찌개
    Sashimi 생선회
    Sushi 돈까스
    Fried mackerel 고등어 튀김
    Octopus 낫지
    Omrice Korean omelet 오므라이스
    Porridge 문어
    Shrimp 새우

    This poetry writing prompt was submitted by Joan Lotta:
    Open your refrigerator. What food item brings memories of childhood you would like to share in a poem? Tell me where you were when you first tried it. How old were you? On what occasions did you eat it? Or what food that is in there now is something you hated as a child but like now? Tell the why and how you changed your mind

    #11. Charles Bukowski Road not chosen PSH
    ID #1048430 entered on April 19, 2023

    while reading Charles Bukowski’s 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 other 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” 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.

    “If I had…” or roads not taken.
    Write a poem imagining/focusing on how your life or your subject’s life could have been changed or become different if one decision had been made that was different from what happened. What risks did you take or avoid? What benefits came your way or did you miss out on? Examples: what if you had married the first person you loved or who loved you? What if the hitchhiking ride you and a buddy took turned bad rather than being the lark it was? What if you hadn’t accepted that job in another city but decided to stay put? What if you had not blown up at a social event and been shunned after that by people who had counted as your friends?

    #10. Dental Torture Blues
    ID #1048429 entered on April 19, 2023

     

     

     

     

     

     

    Frank Zappa

     

     

     

     

     

    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 the 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 mental 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.
    Written after seeing the dentist © 4 years ago, j

    Write a poem about a body part. As an example, Lucille Clifton wrote a poem called “Homage to my hips” which you can read here: https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/homage-to-my-hips/

    #9. Who is the name of the person on the badge?
    ID #1048428 entered on April 19, 2023

    Who is the name
    Of the person on the badge

    Who are they
    The people behind the badge

    The people we work with
    All day long

    Do they know
    Who we are?

    Or are we just
    Strangers passing through
    The world?

    Write a poem using the above prompt.
    When you go to work or the shops you often engage with people whom you might not know. We might know them as just the person in the store who does their job. (wearing a badge perhaps a name/ can I help etc.) It could be you, however. Do you wear a badge that you identify with? Write something about it. No more than 100 words. Enjoy.

    #8. Shrinkflation blues
    ID #1048427 entered on April 19, 2023

    In these days
    Of rampant inflation
    And supply chain disruptions
    Corporations have risen
    To the challenge

    By selling new
    And improved products
    The only difference
    between these new products
    And the old products?

    They are twice the price
    And half the size
    And not at all
    New and improved

    Just more corporate
    Bs weasel words

    Write a poem about something that is supposed to be “new and improved” that has turned out to be a disappointment.

    #7. Piano Calling Me
    ID #1048426 entered on April 19, 2023

    Piano Calling Me

    The piano sits
    In my room

    Waiting for me
    To play some music

    As I play the piano
    I lose myself
    Deep into the music

    Appreciate the mundane – anyone can write a poem about the pen on their desk or their favorite coffee mug. The real challenge here isn’t to observe the mundane but to transform it into something poetic and beautiful.

    #6. Korean Pottery of Love
    ID #1048408 entered on April 18, 2023, [Edit]

    Korean pottery of Love

    In Korea
    there are many pottery kilns

    ancient art form
    in the land of the morning calm

    I have a few pieces
    I bought it years ago

    and enjoy looking
    at my vase

    filled with love
    for my wife

    This poetry writing prompt was submitted by Austin Alexis:
    Write a poem featuring an inanimate object. In the first stanza write about the object as objectively as you can. The second stanza allows a highly subjective “take” on the object. The third stanza treats the subject in a far-reaching way, pushing the writing to morph into something beyond the mundane.

    #5. Eating Money
    ID #1048372 entered on April 18, 2023 [Edit]
    Eating money

    many packs of us dollars
    many packs of us dollars

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    Some people
    Become consumed
    With money

    Thinking that money
    Can buy happiness
    Money can buy love

    But one
    Can not eat money
    Not really

    Money does not taste good
    As you eat the paper
    Getting sick

    The money goes down
    Your throat
    And you become one
    With your money

    This poetry writing prompt was submitted by Robert Wynne:
    Do you like surrealism? I’d like you to think of an inedible inanimate object. Now think about how you’d eat it. Then write a poem describing in detail how you would eat (or are eating) it. Do not say why you are eating it, just how. The poem ends when the thing is eaten. Simple as that.

    #4. Never apologize for falling in love with you
    ID #1048371 entered on April 18, 2023

    I will never back down
    I will never apologize
    For daring to fall in love
    With you

    Ever since I met you
    I have been enslaved
    To your love

    And for that,
    I will never
    Ever
    Apologize

    This is just said by William Carlos Williams
    I have eaten
    the plums
    that was in
    the icebox
    And which
    you were probably
    saving
    for breakfast
    Forgive me
    they were delicious
    so sweet
    and so cold
    This poetry writing prompt submitted by Annette Gagliardi:
    William Carlos Williams, this is just to say” from the collected poems: volume I, 1909-1939, copyright ©1938 by new directions publishing corp.
    Read Williams’ poem and think of what you might want to apologize for. It might be something you took without permission, something you said or did, something you wanted to do, but didn’t, etc. It could be serious or funny. Think about who you might send the poem to and if you will follow Williams’s style or create your own.

    3. Never Alone
    ID #1048370 entered on April 18, 2023

    Forever Girl

    When we first met
    I knew that you
    Were the one

    You were my
    Forever girl
    The girl I had
    Been dreaming of

    You were it
    My eternal soul mate
    My forever love

    #2. What is a Jake?

    what is a Jake

    Who am I?
    Where am I?

    Am I real?
    Or a bot?
    I am Jake
    I am not a fake
    I am not a mistake

    I am not a flake
    I am not a rake
    I am not a snake

    I am who I am
    The one
    And only Jake
    And everything’s Jake.

    This poetry writing prompt was submitted by Angele Ellis:
    What’s in a name?
    This prompt is effective as a writing group icebreaker/community builder, as well as an individual exercise for writers of both poetry and prose.
    Using your first name as inspiration, reflect on any or all of the following questions in your piece.
    Why were you given this name?
    What is its meaning?
    How has having this name affected your life?
    What would you have named yourself?

    #1. Watching the News TV
    ID #1048368 entered on April 18,

    cnn logo
    cnn logo

    watching the TV
    The news droning on and on
    Makes me feel the blues

     

    coffee
    coffee

     

     

     

     

     

    Coffee
    Must drink more
    Just hot

    drinking a hot cup
    coffee kick starting my day
    waiting for my wife

    This poetry writing prompt submitted by Aalleged Sisay:
    Write with one of the following styles: Koori style, Ganta style, shoa style, or alemseged alphabetical rhyme
    Learn more about each style:
    Alemseged alphabetical: https://alemsegedsisay9.medium.com/learn-about-alemsegeds-alphabetical-rhyming-s…
    1- alemseged style is a poetry style of six lines stanza with a rhyming pattern of abcdaa. The stanza’s number is not limited.
    Example of alemseged’s style of poetry :
    Kooi style: https://medium.com/@internationalpoetrynewsletter/modern-cbe315b33fb7
    Koori poems
    Koori’s poem is poetry of not need rhyme but the strictness of syllables. The basic building block of Koori’s poem is three stanzas of three lines each with a syllable count
    5/7/5–2/3/2–5/7/5; that is to mean two haiku in the middle of a 2/3/2 stanza. If you need to continue by adding other stanzas you can add one 2/3/2 stanza with a haiku but never end the poem with the 2/3/2 stanza. The conclusion of the poem must be with a haiku stanza. You can write many stanzas by sampling by cascading additional stanzas.
    Ganta style: https://medium.com/@internationalpoetrynewsletter/modern-ganta-poems-and-how-to-…
    Ganta is a poetry style of 6 lines with a syllable meter of 1/5/6/7/8/1. The first 1 syllable word (noun, pronoun, subject…) is a refrain at the end. No other refrain is allowed except the first word of the first line at the last line.it is mainly used to show some actions, objects, behaviors, …etc to someone poetically.it is the 100th poetry style invention of the world’s precious poet alone gamma.
    Shao style: https://medium.com/@internationalpoetrynewsletter/modern-shoa-poems-and-how-to-w…
    Shoa poems
    Shoa’s poem is a six lines poetry which has rhyme of the 3rd and 4th lines only with having 4 syllables in each line exactly.

    the end

  • Fake Sushi

    Fake Sushi

    Fake Sushi

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    jalagi-sashimi-For June 18, International Sushi Day.

    In this modern era
    Of rampant fakery
    With fake things everywhere.

    It is hard to know
    When something is real
    Or is fake.

     

     

    About a year ago
    A scientific study
    Confirmed what many
    Sushi lovers have long felt.

    That half of the sushi
    One consumes
    Is fake sushi.

    Not the fish
    You thought you were eating
    But a cheaper cut of fish
    But still probably real fish.

    Just for example

    Most tuna
    Is not actually tuna.

    Most salmon
    Especially wild salmon
    Is not real either.

    In a world of fake things
    Even the sushi we eat
    Is probably fake sushi.

    That’s just the way
    It goes
    In this fake
    Modern we live in.

    NEW PROMPT: Tomorrow, June 18, is International Sushi Day.   Write a story or poem about going out to get sushi and ending up in the wrong order.

    Poems About Fake Things Chapbook

    fake things

    Fake Thing

    Fake Jake

    Fake Smiles

    fake booze poems

    More Fake Food Poems

    fake booze poems

    fake bacon and eggs

    fake things

    Return to Busan

    4 Types of Sushi That Are Often Fake – Business Insider

    Here are four types of sushi you should watch out for if you spot them on a menu, based on Oceana’s findings: 1. Wild Salmon. Salmon is actually one of your best bets in avoiding fake fish when it …

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  • 45 Magazine Publishes “Shape of History”

    45 Magazine Publishes “Shape of History”

    45 Magazine Publishes “Shape of History”

    That’s awesome! You’ve been busy! Hey, feel free to use this photo for your website and social media accounts.

    Keep Writing,
    RW
    On Tue, Mar 31, 2020 at 8:56 PM jake aller <authorjakecosmosaller@gmail.com> wrote:

    Ruby  Weatherspoon

    thanks so much for making my day.  I am starting my forth april poetry challenge today and will be posting daily updates on my poems throughout the month but will also promote your site on my blog and social media accounts.

    thanks

    Jake Cosmos Aller
    Please check out my poetry blog, “https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com

    On Wed, Apr 1, 2020 at 12:36 AM IWA Publications <iwa.45.info@gmail.com> wrote:

    Dear Jake Cosmos Aller,

    Congratulations! We are pleased to inform you that your written work, “The Shape of History”  is scheduled for April 16, 2020 publication.
    For previous work that may have been published, visit 45 Magazine official website, scroll down to find the search menu and type in your name.
    Please subscribe to 45 Magazine via Facebook or WordPress for faster notifications of your published works and to like and share!
    Thank you for trusting 45 Magazine to publish your talent and congratulations once again


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     The Shape of History

    Once I too had ambition
    I had the usual dreams of glory and grandeur

    All I wanted to be
    was to be a great creative genius

    Only I did not know
    How to kiss ass creatively

    Once I had dreams of greatness
    I would be glorious and free

    All would envy and admire
    This man so noble and great

    Now I am tied down
    in mirthless mire

    Once I hustled
    Once I took no shit from anyone
    Once I wanted the universe

    Now I am contended to shit
    And refuse to bustle
    Why bother anymore

    In the gathering gloom
    Of the foreseeable future

    One thing is certain
    I do not want a room

    On the scrap heap of society
    And yet that might be my fate

     

    3 AM

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    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

    Strong Wine

    wine
    wine

     

     

     

     

     

     

    One night I was starring
    In my wine glass
    Deep in thought

    When I saw
    Something in my wine
    That haunts me still

    I saw in the bottom of the glass
    Evil dooers abandon evil
    And became saints

    I saw rich men give up
    Their awesome greed
    And poor people
    Awarded dignity

    And all men
    Became brothers

    All women
    Became sisters

    And war ended once and for all
    And peace broke out
    And hatred disappear

    And I stared
    Into my glass wine

    I drink the wine
    Hoping the vision

    Would infect me
    And change the world

    But alas the world
    Remained the same

    The evil doers came back
    The rich continued to conspire
    And the poor still remained poor
    And the war continued on and on

    So I drank my wine
    And went to sleep

    Fake Gods

    jehova
    jehova

    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

     

     

    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 boobs, fake computer programs fake doctors, fake drugs, fake eyes, fake faces, fake falls during the world cup, fake food, fake friends, fake hair, fake judges, fake lawyers, fake hearts, fake love, fake meat, fake ministers, fake names, fake pot, fake politicians, fake photos, fake products, fake teeth, fake vaginas, fake penis’, fake writers, fake victims, fake videos, fake universities and fake everything else

    Why not a fake god
    Pretending to be god
    Just in it for the power,
    and the money

    And the sweet love of the beautiful babes
    That he has convinced
    Must sleep with him
    As god has ordained it

    Yeah I think that
    God has been replaced
    By a fake god

    And what does the fake god sound like?

    How does the fake god talk to them?
    On the phone? By email? By tweets
    By visions or voices in their head?

    God, either the real deal
    Or the fake god
    does not in my opinion
    Talk to idiots

    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 years

    Oh you false prophets

    STFU!

    The real God is not calling you
    And never has
    But the fake god
    That’s another story

    the End

     

  • Updated Publication Credits

    Updated Publication Credits

    fake thing

    updated publication credits. Good news Cosmos Fans! I am continuing to get published. Foliate Oak Literary Magazine has published ‘Fake Things”

    foliate literary review
    Plethora will publish October Falling Rain in their next edition. I also have just published my first Instagram poems as I reported earlier.

    here is the poem, Fake Things with the audio attached. When I record the other poems I will send along the audio files then and also post it in the audio page for easy reference.

    Foliate Oak Review

    complete list of audio files can be found here:

    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?

    October Falling Rain

    plenthora

    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

    Final reminder. Plethora is also sponsoring a romantic poetry contest. Here’s my entry

    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.

    SONY DSC

    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
    hitching a ride

    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 35 years
    Since we met in the physical sphere
    Or 43 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

  • Cosmos Joins Instagram Poets

    Cosmos Joins Instagram Poets

    Cosmos Joins Instagram Poets!

    Cosmos Joins Instagram Poets!

    have joined the Instagram poetry world. Just posted my first ten poems. Learned a lot. Had to use an external software package as posting to Instagram from your computer is not user friendly. I gave up after trying to figure it out and downloaded a great program. I also learned that Instagram is perfect for smaller poems that can be linked to a visual image. Not so much for longer form poems. Fortunately I have lots of shorter poems as well as longer poems. So, I picked some of my cat poems plus one coffee poem for this exercise. The poems can be found here and at my Instagram account.cosmos’s instragram site Check it out.

    jake cosmos aller (@authorjakecosmosaller) • Instagram photos and videos
    looking out my window
    looking out my window. html

    alien cat civilization
    alien cat universe
    alien cats

    epic battle between the cats and humans

    https://www.instagram.com/p/BspV040g1Ef/

    god help us save us from the cats

    god save us from the cats

    watching cats hunt

    watching cats hunt
    wonder about cats

    early morning watching cats hunt

    watching cats hunt

    and my coffee poem,

    coffee desires

    xcoffee desires
    over the next few days I will post the remainder of my cat poems and some of my haiku poetry. Goal is to have about 25 posted by the end of the week. I also entered Rattle’s Instagram poetry contest. Since the deadline was today that was the motivation for me to get off my butt and finally learn how to become an Instagram poet.

    the audio for these poems are here. Note: I will be including audio recordings of all my poems from now on. it is a fun thing to do and I hope you like my sexy voice reading these poems with my full on Scorpio enthusiasm.

    Foliate Oak Literary Magazine will be publishing my poem, ‘Fake Things” Here’s the audio version

    and here’s the latest version

    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?

    bonus poem for the day

    fake science
    Fake Science

    One of my secret guilty pleasures
    Is believing in fake science

    You know astrology, numerology, Chinese astrology
    Tarot cards, palm reading, handwriting analysis

    The gambler’s fallacy of lucky runs,
    and Myers bridge typology

    Objectively speaking these fake sciences
    Do not appear to have any real foundation
    Just belief that they tap
    Into deeper darker realms of knowledge

    Knowledge beyond our scientific understanding
    Yet in a sense
    Astrology is as real as it gets

    It is based on Jungian images
    Part of our collective unconscious

    And who knows
    There may be something to it
    I am a scorpion

    And a very passionate person indeed
    Almost stereotypical of the type

    Myers Bridge Typology
    I don’t get it

    Seems to be
    As about as accurate
    As Astrology

    And not as good
    As a pickup line

    Years ago
    A skeptical scientist
    Wanted to disprove palm reading

    He took photos of people
    Who had just died

    And asked palm readers
    To predict the age they would die

    The palm readers were not told
    they were already dead

    the palm readers predicted the age of death
    with a 50 percent accuracy rate

    far above the 25 chance
    they would get it right
    just from a random guest

    The gambler’s fallacy
    That there is such a thing
    As a run of luck in gambling
    Has been proven

    A scientist ran thousands of games of roulette
    And found that rather than forming a random pattern
    There was a pattern to the chaos
    An upward and downward spiral of returns

    So in a sense, the gamblers are right
    It is best to quit when you are on the high side
    And walk away when you start losing

    Hard to do
    Hard to predict

    Each time you start a new game
    A new slot machine
    The run starts over again

    So, one could apply this rule
    And make a little money
    At the casino’s expense

    Yeah I am a big fan
    Of the fake science

    Next step is to learn how to do tumbler, Pinterest, twitter,
    and youtube. Advice would be greatly appreciated. The ultimate goal is to have my poetry and fiction reach out across the cosmos as I am the Cosmos, you dig?

    For now, I will probably post once a week on these other sites as well as about poetry, poetry soup, hello poetry, Cosmosfunnel, sweek, open arts forum, scriggler, and poetry opus magnum as well as submitting to ten journals per week. But continue to use this site as my home base. I now have had over 1200 hits and 300 followers. Not too shabby for the first year of the world according to Cosmos.

  • fake booze poems

    fake booze poems

    third of my fake food rants for today mostly related to fake booze i.e. fake alcoholic beverages, fake beer, fake wine, fake vodka, fake beer, fake rum, and some success stories in the battle against fake things – development of real soju and Malaki traditional drinks in Korea that are now mostly real booze not the chemical based booze of a few years ago

    these are my poems about “fake booze” from the wide variety of alcohol free booze, to chemically produced booze, it seems that it is hard to get real old fashioned unadulterated booze these days. Oh well.

    Fake booze

    I never really understood
    The concept of alcohol-free booze

    Alcohol-free beer
    Alcohol-free wine

    I don’t get Mocktails
    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

    Comment: I also don’t get fake alcohol although like fake coffee I may eventually learn to like it. But not yet…
    end comment

    Fake Beer

    Nowadays
    When you order a beer

    You have so many
    choices to make

    You can order a craft beer
    Or in Korea a fake craft beer

    You can order a stout, an IPA
    You can order draft beer

    You can order canned beer
    You can order keg beer

    You can order bottled beer
    You can order freshly brewed beer

    You can order fruit beer
    You can order corn beer

    You can order gluten-free beer
    You can order fortified beer

    You can order alcohol free beer
    You can order low-alcohol beer

    near bear
    or no-alcohol beer

    You can order light beer
    You can order dark beer

    And if you are insane
    You can order coffee infused beer

    But nowhere in this fake world
    That we live in

    Can you simply say
    Give me a beer

    And get a god damn beer
    No more choices

    Just give me
    a damn beer

    Is that too much to ask
    Or Beer Gods?

    comment: another poem about fake booze – in this case fake beer end comment

    Fake Wine

    Like beer
    Wine has evolved
    Into so many damn choices

    White wine
    Red wine

    Rose white
    Dark wine

    Chardonnay, sauvignon blanc,
    pinot grigio

    wine from any of the 49 US states
    and 7 Canadian provinces
    Arizona “Rattle Snake” wine anyone?

    wine from 20 European countries
    including Great Britain
    due to global warming

    wine from Australia
    wine from New Zeeland
    wine from South Africa

    and even wine from India
    South Korea and Japan

    and various types of fruit wines
    strawberry wine
    apple wine
    persimmon wine

    but all I want to have
    is a simple glass of wine

    a real glass of wine
    made from real grapes

    and I don’t give a %$%%
    where it is from
    or what type of grape it is

    just give me my wine
    and leave me the bill

    comments: another poem about fake booze – in this case fake wine end comments

    the King of Fake Beer

    Years ago, in America
    A beer manufacturer

    Discovered that it did not matter
    Whether he made a decent beer or not

    All he had to do
    Was hire the right marketing genius

    And spend a gazillion of dollars
    To convince the world

    That his fake lousy beer
    Was not only the real deal

    But the best you could get
    And the rest is history

    Another poem about fake booze – in this case fake beer and the awesome power marketing. I assume some people like this beer but for me, it is the worst beer in the world. My personal opinion so if someone from this company is reading this and wants to sue me go ahead Make my day! I consider this beer “fake beer” because I am sure that it would fail the German beer purity laws and I am sure it is filled with chemical enhancers but I could be wrong, perhaps it is real beer, just the worst tasting beer there is in my humble opinion.

    Fake Rum

    Another poem about fake booze – in this case fake rum and the awesome power marketing that make the worst rum in the world the number one selling rum in the world! My personal preference – I like Mount Guy rum, I only drink this unnamed rum if there is no choice and I want a rum drink. My personal opinion so if someone from the company is reading and wants to sue me go ahead Make my day! Again I assume that it has lots of chemical enhancers but who knows it could be real rum but the advertising makes it a fake rum in my opinion as they falsely claim it is the best rum in the world.

    In Puerto Rico
    An exiled rum maker

    Discovered the same secret
    And turned his rum

    The worst rum in the world
    According to rum heads

    Into the best-selling rum
    In the world

    Forever ruining the image
    Of rum

    Among non-rum drinkers
    Who associate rum

    With his overly sweat
    Rum product

    Real rum is a delicious
    Well-crafted complex drink

    And every island in the Caribbean
    Central America, Hawaii
    Australia, Thailand

    And even some states in the US
    Have their national rums

    All of which
    Are far better

    Than the fake rum
    Sold around the world

    But that hardly matters
    In a world of fake things
    Marketing rules the world

    Fake Vodka

    vodka
    Used to a Russian thing
    Not anymore

    Vodka
    Used to made out
    Of potatoes
    Not any more

    Now Vodka
    Is made everywhere

    In France, in Sweden
    In Poland, In Russia
    In the Ukraine
    And even in Texas

    And vodka
    Now is made with herbs
    Potatoes, sweet potatoes
    Corn, rye and so much more

    And some vodka
    Is made with chemical enhancers

    But for me
    Give me

    A straight shot
    Of proper Russian
    Potato made vodka


    Fake Soju

    bottles of korean liquor soju
    soju

    There is some good news
    In the war
    Against fake food

    Soju
    The Korean drink of choice
    Used to be made out of chemicals

    But 20 years ago
    The government allowed soju
    To be made with real grains again

    And so artisanal soju was born
    Now you can get soju

    Real soju made from sweet potatoes
    According to ancient recipes

    But soju has been watered down
    No longer packs quite the punch

    Still the cheapest drink
    In the world

    Fake Malkali

    More good news
    In the endless war
    Against fake food

    In Korea, you can now get
    Artisanal malkali
    The Korean rice wine

    Malkali the drink of farmers
    Used to be made out of chemicals

    But the government legalized
    100 real rice wine
    Decades ago

    When malkali became the latest thing
    As Koreans rediscovered traditional culture

    And malkali the drink of farmers
    Became the drink of the urban intellectual set

    what is fake alcohol?

  • fake bacon and eggs

    fake bacon and eggs

    Poems about Fake Bacon and Eggs and other fake foods. Hmm hungry for the real thing yet?



    Fake Eggs

    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

    chicken

    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?


    Fake Bacon

    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

    Yeah, 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


    Fake Tea

    Tea is another thing
    That seems to be fake
    These days

    All sorts of fake herbal teas
    Decafe teas
    Tea substitutes

    Tastes the same
    Looks the same
    But it is not the real deal

    Not really a cup of tea
    The British know a thing
    Or two
    About fake tea

    Been complaining about tea bags
    For centuries
    And that was the first fake tea

    110 Foods You’re Eating That Are Probably Fake

  • Poems About Fake Things Chapbook

    Poems About Fake Things Chapbook

    Poems About Fake Things

    updated with fresh index, audio and first poem, ‘Fake Things”. Foliate Oak Literary magazine will publish the poem in their next edition. Stay tuned, I will provide a link in due course.



    just an update. Foliate Literary Review has just published “Fake Things”
    foliate literary review

    These are my poems about fake things. By “fake things” I mean almost everything we find in this modern world because no one including me is the original product of nature. I wear glasses, dentures, and live in an artificial environment. just because something is fake does not make it evil or fraudulent but many fake things are fraudulent. This is especially true about fake food. Almost none of which with the possible exceptions of home made smoothies are better than the original product found in nature. and most are dreadful for you although scientifically designed to taste good. I know I used to eat Fast food until I woke up and realize that it was slowly killing me so I became much more conscious of my food intake – although I am not yet a vegan!

    and these poems are dark, cynical, poetic rants. Which makes me a fake person because in real life I am pretty content except for when I write! so in that sense I too am nothing but a fake person.

    some of these may be offensive to some people particularly the political and religious poems. In my opinion, all religious believe is fundamentally fake in the sense that religion is based on supernatural understandings of the world. People have a right to believe or not believe anything they want to and I am not trying to change peoples minds, just pointing out my opinions.

    these opinions are mine alone and do not reflect any of my prior employers.

    if some of these are offensive to you I apologize in advance. So read, enjoy I hope and send me your feedback.

    if you have your own examples I would be happy to add them to the final product. So here goes, my poems about Fake Things….

    photos


    picture of President Trump
    president trump
    photo of terminator AI robot
    BARCELONA, SPAIN – MAY 09: The Terminator robot is seen in the paddock following qualifying for the Spanish Formula One Grand Prix at the Circuit de Catalunya on May 9, 2009 in Barcelona, Spain. (Photo by Clive Mason/Getty Images)

    the rise of the facebook dead

    Audio Files (will update as I record them)


    updated index

    Fake Things
    Fake Things
    Fake People

    Fake People
    AI Created Fake People
    Fake Love
    Fake Life
    Fake Death
    Fake Souls
    Fake Jake
    Fake relationships
    Fake friends
    Fake laugher
    Fake crying

    Fake food
    Fake food
    Fake coffee
    Fake vegan meat
    Fake fish
    Fake Bread
    Fake Cheese
    Fake KFC
    Fake Mc Donald’s
    Fake healthy Food
    Fake Menus
    Fake Salt
    Fake cereal
    Fake ice cream
    Fake eggs
    Fake bacon
    Fake tea
    Fake booze
    Fake beer best beer in the world
    Fake rum best rum in the world
    Fake soju
    Fake malkali
    Fake kimchi- the kimchi-Kimuchi wars
    Fake vodka

    Fake appearances
    Fake appearances
    Fake hair
    Fake eyes
    Fake ears
    Fake faces
    Fake Teeth
    Fake Legs
    Fake knees
    Future of fake body parts
    Fake Hearts

    Fake Drugs

    Fake Drugs
    More on Fake Drugs
    Fake Weed

    Fake Art

    Fake writers
    Fake poets
    Fake artists
    Fake musicians

    Fake Sports

    Fake Wrestling
    Fake Falls in Soccer
    Fake Home runs – drug enhanced sports
    Robot Sports?


    Fake Politics
    Fake Politics
    Fake Solutions
    Fake Outrage
    Fake Denials
    Fake Apologies
    Fake Cops
    Fake news
    Fake Voting Scams
    Fake Presidents
    Fake Human- Alien Shape Shifting Lizards
    Fake Humans – Coming of the Clones
    Fake Humans -Designer Babies
    Fake Humans – AI Decides to Kill All Humans

    Fake Gods

    Fake Gods
    Fake War on Christmas
    Fake War on Christianity
    Fake Prophets
    Fake business
    Fake Products Conquer the World
    Fake Business
    Fake clothes
    Fake shoes
    Fake bags
    Fake watches
    Fake car parts
    Fake Visas
    Fake Marriages
    Fake Divorces
    Fake Deaths
    Fake computers
    Fake phones
    Fake marriage videos
    Fake videos
    Deep Fake
    Fake Calls
    Fake Real Estate Ads – True story
    Fake Builders
    Fake drivers
    Fake lawyers

    Other fake Things

    Fake mosquitos
    Fake Science

    Fake Promises
    Fake Sincerity
    Fake promises
    Fate Praise
    Fake beginnings
    Fake endings

    the first lead poem follows:

    Fake Things
    Fake Things
    Fake People

    Fake People
    AI Created Fake People
    Fake Love
    Fake Life
    Fake Death
    Fake Souls
    Fake Jake
    Fake relationships
    Fake friends
    Fake laugher
    Fake crying

    Fake food
    Fake food
    Fake coffee
    Fake vegan meat
    Fake fish
    Fake Bread
    Fake Cheese
    Fake KFC
    Fake Mc Donald’s
    Fake healthy Food
    Fake Menus
    Fake Salt
    Fake cereal
    Fake ice cream
    Fake eggs
    Fake bacon
    Fake tea
    Fake booze
    Fake beer best beer in the world
    Fake rum best rum in the world
    Fake soju
    Fake malkali
    Fake kimchi- the kimchi-Kimuchi wars
    Fake vodka

    Fake appearances
    Fake appearances
    Fake hair
    Fake eyes
    Fake ears
    Fake faces
    Fake Teeth
    Fake Legs
    Fake knees
    Future of fake body parts
    Fake Hearts

    Fake Drugs

    Fake Drugs
    More on Fake Drugs
    Fake Weed

    Fake Art

    Fake writers
    Fake poets
    Fake artists
    Fake musicians

    Fake Sports

    Fake Wrestling
    Fake Falls in Soccer
    Fake Home runs – drug enhanced sports
    Robot Sports?


    Fake Politics
    Fake Politics
    Fake Solutions
    Fake Outrage
    Fake Denials
    Fake Apologies
    Fake Cops
    Fake news
    Fake Voting Scams
    Fake Presidents
    Fake Human- Alien Shape Shifting Lizards
    Fake Humans – Coming of the Clones
    Fake Humans -Designer Babies
    Fake Humans – AI Decides to Kill All Humans

    Fake Gods

    Fake Gods
    Fake War on Christmas
    Fake War on Christianity
    Fake Prophets
    Fake business
    Fake Products Conquer the World
    Fake Business
    Fake clothes
    Fake shoes
    Fake bags
    Fake watches
    Fake car parts
    Fake Visas
    Fake Marriages
    Fake Divorces
    Fake Deaths
    Fake computers
    Fake phones
    Fake marriage videos
    Fake videos
    Deep Fake
    Fake Calls
    Fake Real Estate Ads – True story
    Fake Builders
    Fake drivers
    Fake lawyers

    Other fake Things

    Fake mosquitos
    Fake Science

    Fake Promises

    Fake Sincerity
    Fake promises
    Fate Praise
    Fake beginnings
    Fake endings