Baseball is quietly losing its place in American life—not because the game is broken, but because it has become unaffordable, inaccessible, and disconnected from the communities that once sustained it. Meanwhile, the sport is thriving globally. If baseball is going to survive as more than a niche pastime in its homeland, Major League Baseball must act boldly—and now.
Baseball is at a crossroads.
In the United States, it has quietly slipped from “America’s pastime” to fifth place behind football, basketball, hockey, and soccer. Among younger fans, the decline is even steeper. Tickets are too expensive. Games feel disconnected from local communities. Fewer kids grow up playing the sport.
And yet—here’s the paradox—baseball is thriving globally.
The World Baseball Classic, international leagues, and rising talent from Japan, Korea, Latin America, and Europe prove the game itself is not broken. What’s broken is how Major League Baseball relates to fans, families, and communities at home.
This is not a call for nostalgia. It’s a call for leadership.
As Vin Scully once said, “Baseball is a game of the soul.” That soul is still there. It just needs oxygen.
WHAT WENT WRONG
Attending a professional baseball game has become unaffordable for the average person. A family outing can cost hundreds of dollars before the first pitch. That alone explains why stadiums struggle to fill seats on weeknights.
At the same time, schools are cutting sports programs due to costs and liability concerns. Fewer kids learn the game. Fewer fans are born.
When I was young, American sports meant football, basketball, and baseball. Everything else was secondary. Today, baseball risks becoming a niche sport in its own homeland—while cricket grows faster in the U.S. than MLB.
That should alarm everyone who cares about the game.
THE CORE IDEA: BASEBALL NEEDS BOLD REFORM
Baseball doesn’t need better marketing. It needs structural change.
Here’s what making baseball great again actually looks like.
MAKE THE GAME AFFORDABLE
This is non-negotiable.
Most tickets should be capped at 50 dollars, with an average closer to 25. On game day, remaining tickets should sell for five dollars, with free tickets released just before first pitch.
Full stadiums create energy, loyalty, and long-term revenue. Soccer figured this out. Baseball can too.
EXPAND—DRAMATICALLY
There are too few professional teams.
Baseball should expand to every U.S. state, every Canadian province, Mexico, the Caribbean, and beyond—by converting minor league teams into top-tier clubs.
Regional leagues would reduce travel costs and create fierce local rivalries: San Francisco vs. Oakland vs. San Jose. Portland vs. Seattle. Sacramento vs. the Bay Area.
Baseball should feel local again.
A REAL WORLD SERIES
baseball player
If it’s called the World Series, make it one.
Each country with a professional league would send its national champion to a World Cup–style tournament held every spring. Early rounds would be group play; finals would be a classic best-of-seven.
The U.S. should host the opening tournament and final rounds—honoring baseball’s roots while embracing its global future.
ADOPT SCHOOLS AND COLLEGES
Every professional team should adopt a local school district and college, fully funding sports programs and scholarships.
Players would serve as off-season coaches. Students would attend games for free.
You don’t grow fans by advertising. You grow fans by growing players.
EDUCATION SHOULD MATTER
Professional athletes should be required to earn a college degree.
A provisional first year could be allowed, but the degree must be completed before year two. This sets a standard no major league currently enforces—and it’s long overdue.
OPEN THE GAME TO THE WORLD
Encourage international players. Allow U.S. players to compete overseas while under contract. Let baseball circulate globally the way soccer does.
The World Baseball Classic has already proven this works.
PAY FOR PERFORMANCE
Winning should matter financially.
Winning teams earn more. Losing teams earn less (with costs covered). This restores urgency and accountability to every game.
STREAM IT EVERYWHERE
Baseball should be available worldwide—free or for a small monthly fee—through a unified platform. No blackout nonsense. No maze of subscriptions.
If people can’t watch, they won’t care.
MODERNIZE THE CULTURE
Allow girls and women to play baseball at all levels. I don’t see why women could not compete. Unlike football, perhaps and soccer and basketball should also be co-ed.
Eliminate racist team names and legacies permanently.
Adopt common-sense public health and transportation policies that make attending games safer and easier.
Allow Corporations to Open Teams
In Japan and Korea major corporations open teams. I don’t see why we can’t do that in the US too,
THE BOTTOM LINE
Baseball is no longer America’s pastime—but it could be again.
Globally, the sport is growing. The missing ingredient isn’t talent or interest. It’s courage.
Doing nothing guarantees decline. Acting boldly could spark a renaissance.
The ball is in MLB’s court.
———————————————————— ADDENDUM I: LETTER TO THE MLB COMMISSIONER ————————————————————
To: Rob Manfred Commissioner of Baseball Major League Baseball
Subject: Making Baseball Great Again — A Fan’s Proposal for the Future of the Game
Dear Commissioner Manfred,
I am writing as a lifelong baseball fan who deeply cares about the future of the game.
Baseball is facing a slow but undeniable decline in the United States, particularly among younger fans. Attendance is constrained by affordability, local community ties have weakened, and fewer children are growing up playing the sport. At the same time, baseball is thriving internationally, as demonstrated by the World Baseball Classic and the growth of professional leagues around the world.
This contrast tells us something important: baseball itself is not broken. Its structure, accessibility, and vision in the U.S. are.
Attached to this message is an essay titled Making Baseball Great Again, outlining a set of bold but practical reforms focused on affordability, expansion, education, community investment, global competition, and modernized media access.
This is not a nostalgic appeal. It is a forward‑looking proposal rooted in the belief that baseball can once again be a central part of American life—while fully embracing its global future.
I hope you and your staff will take the time to read it and consider engaging in a public conversation about where the game is headed.
To: rob.manfred@mlb.com Subject: Following Up: Making Baseball Great Again
Dear Commissioner Manfred,
I am following up on a previous message I sent regarding my essay Making Baseball Great Again, which outlines several practical proposals focused on affordability, community investment, education, and global competition.
I understand how busy your office is, but I genuinely believe these ideas reflect concerns shared by many longtime fans who want to see baseball thrive—not just globally, but here at home.
Even a brief acknowledgment or referral to the appropriate department would be greatly appreciated.
Thank you again for your time and for your stewardship of the game.
———————————————————— ADDENDUM III: WORLD SERIES CHAMPIONS (LAST 10 YEARS) ————————————————————
2025 — Los Angeles Dodgers 2024 — Los Angeles Dodgers 2023 — Texas Rangers 2022 — Houston Astros 2021 — Atlanta Braves 2020 — Los Angeles Dodgers 2019 — Washington Nationals 2018 — Boston Red Sox 2017 — Houston Astros 2016 — Chicago Cubs
Baseball is quietly losing its place in American life—not because the game is broken, but because it has become unaffordable, inaccessible, and disconnected from the communities that once sustained it. Meanwhile, the sport is thriving globally. If baseball is going to survive as more than a niche pastime in its homeland, Major League Baseball must act boldly—and now.
Baseball is at a crossroads.
In the United States, it has quietly slipped from “America’s pastime” to fifth place behind football, basketball, hockey, and soccer. Among younger fans, the decline is even steeper. Tickets are too expensive. Games feel disconnected from local communities. Fewer kids grow up playing the sport.
And yet—here’s the paradox—baseball is thriving globally.
The World Baseball Classic, international leagues, and rising talent from Japan, Korea, Latin America, and Europe prove the game itself is not broken. What’s broken is how Major League Baseball relates to fans, families, and communities at home.
This is not a call for nostalgia. It’s a call for leadership.
As Vin Scully once said, “Baseball is a game of the soul.” That soul is still there. It just needs oxygen.
WHAT WENT WRONG
Attending a professional baseball game has become unaffordable for the average person. A family outing can cost hundreds of dollars before the first pitch. That alone explains why stadiums struggle to fill seats on weeknights.
At the same time, schools are cutting sports programs due to costs and liability concerns. Fewer kids learn the game. Fewer fans are born.
When I was young, American sports meant football, basketball, and baseball. Everything else was secondary. Today, baseball risks becoming a niche sport in its own homeland—while cricket grows faster in the U.S. than MLB.
That should alarm everyone who cares about the game.
THE CORE IDEA: BASEBALL NEEDS BOLD REFORM
Baseball doesn’t need better marketing. It needs structural change.
Here’s what making baseball great again actually looks like.
MAKE THE GAME AFFORDABLE
This is non-negotiable.
Most tickets should be capped at 50 dollars, with an average closer to 25. On game day, remaining tickets should sell for five dollars, with free tickets released just before first pitch.
Full stadiums create energy, loyalty, and long-term revenue. Soccer figured this out. Baseball can too.
EXPAND—DRAMATICALLY
There are too few professional teams.
Baseball should expand to every U.S. state, every Canadian province, Mexico, the Caribbean, and beyond—by converting minor league teams into top-tier clubs.
Regional leagues would reduce travel costs and create fierce local rivalries: San Francisco vs. Oakland vs. San Jose. Portland vs. Seattle. Sacramento vs. the Bay Area.
Baseball should feel local again.
A REAL WORLD SERIES
baseball player
If it’s called the World Series, make it one.
Each country with a professional league would send its national champion to a World Cup–style tournament held every spring. Early rounds would be group play; finals would be a classic best-of-seven.
The U.S. should host the opening tournament and final rounds—honoring baseball’s roots while embracing its global future.
ADOPT SCHOOLS AND COLLEGES
Every professional team should adopt a local school district and college, fully funding sports programs and scholarships.
Players would serve as off-season coaches. Students would attend games for free.
You don’t grow fans by advertising. You grow fans by growing players.
EDUCATION SHOULD MATTER
Professional athletes should be required to earn a college degree.
A provisional first year could be allowed, but the degree must be completed before year two. This sets a standard no major league currently enforces—and it’s long overdue.
OPEN THE GAME TO THE WORLD
Encourage international players. Allow U.S. players to compete overseas while under contract. Let baseball circulate globally the way soccer does.
The World Baseball Classic has already proven this works.
PAY FOR PERFORMANCE
Winning should matter financially.
Winning teams earn more. Losing teams earn less (with costs covered). This restores urgency and accountability to every game.
STREAM IT EVERYWHERE
Baseball should be available worldwide—free or for a small monthly fee—through a unified platform. No blackout nonsense. No maze of subscriptions.
If people can’t watch, they won’t care.
MODERNIZE THE CULTURE
Allow girls and women to play baseball at all levels. I don’t see why women could not compete. Unlike football, perhaps and soccer and basketball should also be co-ed.
Eliminate racist team names and legacies permanently.
Adopt common-sense public health and transportation policies that make attending games safer and easier.
Allow Corporations to Open Teams
In Japan and Korea major corporations open teams. I don’t see why we can’t do that in the US too,
THE BOTTOM LINE
Baseball is no longer America’s pastime—but it could be again.
Globally, the sport is growing. The missing ingredient isn’t talent or interest. It’s courage.
Doing nothing guarantees decline. Acting boldly could spark a renaissance.
The ball is in MLB’s court.
———————————————————— ADDENDUM I: LETTER TO THE MLB COMMISSIONER ————————————————————
To: Rob Manfred Commissioner of Baseball Major League Baseball
Subject: Making Baseball Great Again — A Fan’s Proposal for the Future of the Game
Dear Commissioner Manfred,
I am writing as a lifelong baseball fan who deeply cares about the future of the game.
Baseball is facing a slow but undeniable decline in the United States, particularly among younger fans. Attendance is constrained by affordability, local community ties have weakened, and fewer children are growing up playing the sport. At the same time, baseball is thriving internationally, as demonstrated by the World Baseball Classic and the growth of professional leagues around the world.
This contrast tells us something important: baseball itself is not broken. Its structure, accessibility, and vision in the U.S. are.
Attached to this message is an essay titled Making Baseball Great Again, outlining a set of bold but practical reforms focused on affordability, expansion, education, community investment, global competition, and modernized media access.
This is not a nostalgic appeal. It is a forward‑looking proposal rooted in the belief that baseball can once again be a central part of American life—while fully embracing its global future.
I hope you and your staff will take the time to read it and consider engaging in a public conversation about where the game is headed.
To: rob.manfred@mlb.com Subject: Following Up: Making Baseball Great Again
Dear Commissioner Manfred,
I am following up on a previous message I sent regarding my essay Making Baseball Great Again, which outlines several practical proposals focused on affordability, community investment, education, and global competition.
I understand how busy your office is, but I genuinely believe these ideas reflect concerns shared by many longtime fans who want to see baseball thrive—not just globally, but here at home.
Even a brief acknowledgment or referral to the appropriate department would be greatly appreciated.
Thank you again for your time and for your stewardship of the game.
———————————————————— ADDENDUM III: WORLD SERIES CHAMPIONS (LAST 10 YEARS) ————————————————————
2025 — Los Angeles Dodgers 2024 — Los Angeles Dodgers 2023 — Texas Rangers 2022 — Houston Astros 2021 — Atlanta Braves 2020 — Los Angeles Dodgers 2019 — Washington Nationals 2018 — Boston Red Sox 2017 — Houston Astros 2016 — Chicago Cubs
Baseball is quietly losing its place in American life—not because the game is broken, but because it has become unaffordable, inaccessible, and disconnected from the communities that once sustained it. Meanwhile, the sport is thriving globally. If baseball is going to survive as more than a niche pastime in its homeland, Major League Baseball must act boldly—and now.
Baseball is at a crossroads.
In the United States, it has quietly slipped from “America’s pastime” to fifth place behind football, basketball, hockey, and soccer. Among younger fans, the decline is even steeper. Tickets are too expensive. Games feel disconnected from local communities. Fewer kids grow up playing the sport.
And yet—here’s the paradox—baseball is thriving globally.
The World Baseball Classic, international leagues, and rising talent from Japan, Korea, Latin America, and Europe prove the game itself is not broken. What’s broken is how Major League Baseball relates to fans, families, and communities at home.
This is not a call for nostalgia. It’s a call for leadership.
As Vin Scully once said, “Baseball is a game of the soul.” That soul is still there. It just needs oxygen.
WHAT WENT WRONG
Attending a professional baseball game has become unaffordable for the average person. A family outing can cost hundreds of dollars before the first pitch. That alone explains why stadiums struggle to fill seats on weeknights.
At the same time, schools are cutting sports programs due to costs and liability concerns. Fewer kids learn the game. Fewer fans are born.
When I was young, American sports meant football, basketball, and baseball. Everything else was secondary. Today, baseball risks becoming a niche sport in its own homeland—while cricket grows faster in the U.S. than MLB.
That should alarm everyone who cares about the game.
THE CORE IDEA: BASEBALL NEEDS BOLD REFORM
Baseball doesn’t need better marketing. It needs structural change.
Here’s what making baseball great again actually looks like.
MAKE THE GAME AFFORDABLE
This is non-negotiable.
Most tickets should be capped at 50 dollars, with an average closer to 25. On game day, remaining tickets should sell for five dollars, with free tickets released just before first pitch.
Full stadiums create energy, loyalty, and long-term revenue. Soccer figured this out. Baseball can too.
EXPAND—DRAMATICALLY
There are too few professional teams.
Baseball should expand to every U.S. state, every Canadian province, Mexico, the Caribbean, and beyond—by converting minor league teams into top-tier clubs.
Regional leagues would reduce travel costs and create fierce local rivalries: San Francisco vs. Oakland vs. San Jose. Portland vs. Seattle. Sacramento vs. the Bay Area.
Baseball should feel local again.
A REAL WORLD SERIES
baseball player
If it’s called the World Series, make it one.
Each country with a professional league would send its national champion to a World Cup–style tournament held every spring. Early rounds would be group play; finals would be a classic best-of-seven.
The U.S. should host the opening tournament and final rounds—honoring baseball’s roots while embracing its global future.
ADOPT SCHOOLS AND COLLEGES
Every professional team should adopt a local school district and college, fully funding sports programs and scholarships.
Players would serve as off-season coaches. Students would attend games for free.
You don’t grow fans by advertising. You grow fans by growing players.
EDUCATION SHOULD MATTER
Professional athletes should be required to earn a college degree.
A provisional first year could be allowed, but the degree must be completed before year two. This sets a standard no major league currently enforces—and it’s long overdue.
OPEN THE GAME TO THE WORLD
Encourage international players. Allow U.S. players to compete overseas while under contract. Let baseball circulate globally the way soccer does.
The World Baseball Classic has already proven this works.
PAY FOR PERFORMANCE
Winning should matter financially.
Winning teams earn more. Losing teams earn less (with costs covered). This restores urgency and accountability to every game.
STREAM IT EVERYWHERE
Baseball should be available worldwide—free or for a small monthly fee—through a unified platform. No blackout nonsense. No maze of subscriptions.
If people can’t watch, they won’t care.
MODERNIZE THE CULTURE
Allow girls and women to play baseball at all levels. I don’t see why women could not compete. Unlike football, perhaps and soccer and basketball should also be co-ed.
Eliminate racist team names and legacies permanently.
Adopt common-sense public health and transportation policies that make attending games safer and easier.
Allow Corporations to Open Teams
In Japan and Korea major corporations open teams. I don’t see why we can’t do that in the US too,
THE BOTTOM LINE
Baseball is no longer America’s pastime—but it could be again.
Globally, the sport is growing. The missing ingredient isn’t talent or interest. It’s courage.
Doing nothing guarantees decline. Acting boldly could spark a renaissance.
The ball is in MLB’s court.
———————————————————— ADDENDUM I: LETTER TO THE MLB COMMISSIONER
————————————————————
To: Rob Manfred
Commissioner of Baseball
Major League Baseball
Subject: Making Baseball Great Again — A Fan’s Proposal for the Future of the Game
Dear Commissioner Manfred,
I am writing as a lifelong baseball fan who deeply cares about the future of the game.
Baseball is facing a slow but undeniable decline in the United States, particularly among younger fans. Attendance is constrained by affordability, local community ties have weakened, and fewer children are growing up playing the sport. At the same time, baseball is thriving internationally, as demonstrated by the World Baseball Classic and the growth of professional leagues around the world.
This contrast tells us something important: baseball itself is not broken. Its structure, accessibility, and vision in the U.S. are.
Attached to this message is an essay titled Making Baseball Great Again, outlining a set of bold but practical reforms focused on affordability, expansion, education, community investment, global competition, and modernized media access.
This is not a nostalgic appeal. It is a forward‑looking proposal rooted in the belief that baseball can once again be a central part of American life—while fully embracing its global future.
I hope you and your staff will take the time to read it and consider engaging in a public conversation about where the game is headed.
To: rob.manfred@mlb.com Subject: Following Up: Making Baseball Great Again
Dear Commissioner Manfred,
I am following up on a previous message I sent regarding my essay Making Baseball Great Again, which outlines several practical proposals focused on affordability, community investment, education, and global competition.
I understand how busy your office is, but I genuinely believe these ideas reflect concerns shared by many longtime fans who want to see baseball thrive—not just globally, but here at home.
Even a brief acknowledgment or referral to the appropriate department would be greatly appreciated.
Thank you again for your time and for your stewardship of the game.
————————————————————
ADDENDUM III: WORLD SERIES CHAMPIONS (LAST 10 YEARS)
————————————————————
2025 — Los Angeles Dodgers
2024 — Los Angeles Dodgers
2023 — Texas Rangers
2022 — Houston Astros
2021 — Atlanta Braves
2020 — Los Angeles Dodgers
2019 — Washington Nationals
2018 — Boston Red Sox
2017 — Houston Astros
2016 — Chicago Cubs
I have some great news: Writing.Com — one of my daily go‑to sites — has received a major upgrade! I’ve been a member since 2016, writing under the handle J Cosmos, and the site has played a huge role in my growth as a writer.
If you’re curious, check it all out at Writing.com and consider joining the community. You can also explore my portfolio here:
Over the years, I’ve grown tremendously through daily writing challenges, contests, and the feedback of a wonderfully supportive community. I now have more than 1,000 pieces posted on the site.
Writing.Com Update Announcement
Writing.Com recently rolled out a series of updates designed to make your writing experience cleaner, simpler, and more focused.
What’s New
🖋️ New Editor (Now the Default) A brand‑new writing editor is now the default for all members. Prefer the classic version? You can switch back anytime.
📰 Revamped Newsfeed Cleaner layout, more welcoming design, and new Trending and Most Reacted sections to highlight community favorites.
🎨 Visual Skins You can now preview skins before choosing them — a huge improvement! Find them under My Account → Skins & Themes or directly from the header.
🏠 Simpler Front Page The homepage has been redesigned to be more user‑friendly and less cluttered. Feel free to share it and invite friends.
🔴 Updated Logo & Navigation Refined and simplified so your writing stands out even more.
Writing.Com continues to evolve thoughtfully and with writers in mind — and I’m genuinely excited about these changes.
Writer’s Cramp
Writer’s Cramp is one of my daily favorites. I participate about once a week and even win a few times each month. The Gift Points add up — sometimes enough for a free renewed membership!
It’s a fast‑paced, creativity‑first daily contest. Grammar is not judged — the focus is on imagination and responding to the prompt within 24 hours.
Daily prompts appear in posts labeled WINNER AND NEW PROMPT. Entries must:
use a newly created static item • be posted by 11:59 a.m. (WDC time) • follow all prompt requirements • stay under 1,000 words (stories) or 40 lines (poetry)
The latest prompt:
“You’ve dreamed of attending the Winter Olympics your entire life. In 2026, you finally get your chance in Milan. Something unexpected happens… What is it, and how does it impact you?”
Express in Eight
Express in Eight is another wonderful challenge: write a poem in exactly eight lines. It’s precision, conciseness, and creativity combined.
I love poetry — reading it, writing it, sharing it, wandering through it — and this challenge is always a joy.
Participants can write to posted prompts or compose freely. At month’s end, a random contributor receives either a 10K Awardicon or a Merit Badge.
Recent prompts include:
FEBRUARY 2026 EIGHT – 02. 20, 21, 22, 23 .26
EIGHT – 02.20.26 WRITE A POEM ABOUT A MAGICIAN.
EIGHT – 02.21.26 WRITE A POEM ABOUT A SPECIAL COOKIE.
EIGHT – 02.22.26 WRITE A POEM ‘SO PREHISTORIC’.
EIGHT – 02.23.26 WRITE A CRUMPLED POEM.
#3. magic cookies ID #1109061 entered on February 22, 2026 at 11:20pm [Edit] [0 views]
Poet’s Place offers weekly discussions about the craft of poetry, with prompts and writing challenges. This month’s focus is African‑American poetic history and forms in honor of Black History Month. One featured form is the Kwansaba — seven lines, seven words each, and no word longer than seven letters.
Here are a few of my recent contributions:
The Kwansaba is an African-American form of praise, inspired by the Kwanzaa celebration of family, community, and culture ( https://www.officialkwanzaawebsite.org/ ). The structure is based on the seven principles of Kwanzaa: 7 lines, 7 words per line, no word exceeds 7 characters, as described and demonstrated in the following links:
The Weekly Challenge has been running for five years, and I’ve participated in the last three. Each week includes a visual prompt and a list of optional words to incorporate. Minimum 12 lines, no maximum.
Join Us!
Writing.Com is a fun, useful, and welcoming site for writers of all kinds. It has helped me grow, experiment, and connect with others who love the craft.
Here are my recent contributions
Prompt/Week # 27
Write a poem using at least 3 these words: clock, dwindle, dazzle, frame, collide, singing.
Poem should be inspired by the prompt/image in some way A minimum of 12 lines, no maximum There are no form requirements Your submission must be newly written for this week’s promp
I have some great news: Writing.Com — one of my daily go‑to sites — has received a major upgrade! I’ve been a member since 2016, writing under the handle J Cosmos, and the site has played a huge role in my growth as a writer.
If you’re curious, check it all out at Writing.com and consider joining the community.
You can also explore my portfolio here:
Over the years, I’ve grown tremendously through daily writing challenges, contests, and the feedback of a wonderfully supportive community. I now have more than 1,000 pieces posted on the site.
Writing.Com Update Announcement
Writing.Com recently rolled out a series of updates designed to make your writing experience cleaner, simpler, and more focused.
What’s New
🖋️ New Editor (Now the Default)
A brand‑new writing editor is now the default for all members. Prefer the classic version? You can switch back anytime.
📰 Revamped Newsfeed
Cleaner layout, more welcoming design, and new Trending and Most Reacted sections to highlight community favorites.
🎨 Visual Skins
You can now preview skins before choosing them — a huge improvement! Find them under My Account → Skins & Themes or directly from the header.
🏠 Simpler Front Page
The homepage has been redesigned to be more user‑friendly and less cluttered. Feel free to share it and invite friends.
🔴 Updated Logo & Navigation
Refined and simplified so your writing stands out even more.
Writing.Com continues to evolve thoughtfully and with writers in mind — and I’m genuinely excited about these changes.
Writer’s Cramp
Writer’s Cramp is one of my daily favorites. I participate about once a week and even win a few times each month. The Gift Points add up — sometimes enough for a free renewed membership!
It’s a fast‑paced, creativity‑first daily contest. Grammar is not judged — the focus is on imagination and responding to the prompt within 24 hours.
Daily prompts appear in posts labeled WINNER AND NEW PROMPT.
Entries must:
use a newly created static item
• be posted by 11:59 a.m. (WDC time)
• follow all prompt requirements
• stay under 1,000 words (stories) or 40 lines (poetry)
The latest prompt:
“You’ve dreamed of attending the Winter Olympics your entire life. In 2026, you finally get your chance in Milan. Something unexpected happens… What is it, and how does it impact you?”
Express in Eight
Express in Eight is another wonderful challenge: write a poem in exactly eight lines. It’s precision, conciseness, and creativity combined.
I love poetry — reading it, writing it, sharing it, wandering through it — and this challenge is always a joy.
Participants can write to posted prompts or compose freely. At month’s end, a random contributor receives either a 10K Awardicon or a Merit Badge.
Recent prompts include:
FEBRUARY 2026
EIGHT – 02. 20, 21, 22, 23 .26
EIGHT – 02.20.26
WRITE A POEM ABOUT A MAGICIAN.
EIGHT – 02.21.26
WRITE A POEM ABOUT A SPECIAL COOKIE.
EIGHT – 02.22.26
WRITE A POEM ‘SO PREHISTORIC’.
EIGHT – 02.23.26
WRITE A CRUMPLED POEM.
#3. magic cookies
ID #1109061 entered on February 22, 2026 at 11:20pm [Edit] [0 views]
Poet’s Place offers weekly discussions about the craft of poetry, with prompts and writing challenges. This month’s focus is African‑American poetic history and forms in honor of Black History Month. One featured form is the Kwansaba — seven lines, seven words each, and no word longer than seven letters.
Here are a few of my recent contributions:
The Kwansaba is an African-American form of praise, inspired by the Kwanzaa celebration of family, community, and culture ( https://www.officialkwanzaawebsite.org/ ). The structure is based on the seven principles of Kwanzaa: 7 lines, 7 words per line, no word exceeds 7 characters, as described and demonstrated in the following links:
The Weekly Challenge has been running for five years, and I’ve participated in the last three. Each week includes a visual prompt and a list of optional words to incorporate. Minimum 12 lines, no maximum.
Join Us!
Writing.Com is a fun, useful, and welcoming site for writers of all kinds. It has helped me grow, experiment, and connect with others who love the craft.
Here are my recent contributions
Prompt/Week # 27
Write a poem using at least 3 these words:
clock, dwindle, dazzle, frame, collide, singing.
Poem should be inspired by the prompt/image in some way
A minimum of 12 lines, no maximum
There are no form requirements
Your submission must be newly written for this week’s promp
🔫 Trigger Warning: Guns, Drama, and the Crossfire of Culture
In South Korea’s electrifying 2024 drama Trigger (트리거), bullets don’t just shatter glass — they fracture society. The show imagines a near-future Korea where firearms are outlawed, but illegal guns mysteriously appear at citizens’ doorsteps. What follows is an unraveling of personal traumas, institutional failures, and the fragile line between justice and chaos.
In the United States, we don’t have to imagine such a future — it’s already here.
🎬 The Premise: Korea’s Fictional Gun Epidemic
Trigger stars Kim Nam-gil as Lee Do, an ex-sniper turned police officer, and Kim Young-kwang as Moon Baek, a morally unhinged arms broker. As guns filter into homes and hands, the nation teeters on civil collapse. Episode by episode, the series exposes the psychological “triggers” that lead ordinary people to pull the literal one.
Mass shootings, school violence, revenge fantasies, state corruption — Trigger isn’t escapist drama. It’s reflective fiction, wrapped in adrenaline.
🌏 A Tale of Two Nations
So why is gun violence far more prevalent in the U.S. than in South Korea?
🇺🇸 The American Arsenal
393 million guns in civilian hands — that’s more than one per person.
Constitutional protections for gun ownership have created a culture of normalization.
Over 600 mass shootings recorded in a single year.
Gun access is decentralized, often unregulated across states.
🇰🇷 South Korea’s Tight Control
Guns are considered dangerous tools, not personal rights.
Civilians must store firearms at local police stations.
Less than 1% of the population owns guns, legally.
Mandatory military service trains nearly all men in firearm use — but they return home without them.
Yet despite these controls, Korea isn’t untouched by violence. A handful of tragic shootings — Woo Bum-kon’s 1982 rampage among them — reveal that even in a nation with low gun access, psychological instability and institutional gaps can prove lethal.
💰 Market Forces: Legal vs Illegal Weapons
In the U.S., one can buy a legal firearm for as low as $300. In Korea, black-market guns are rare and can cost up to $5,000, with high personal risk. Illicit gun trade exists, but is heavily policed and socially condemned.
🧑🎤 Korean Immigrants in the U.S. — An Unwritten Chapter
Statistically, Korean Americans are not significantly represented in mass shooting incidents. In fact, they’re one of the least likely demographic groups to be involved, reinforcing the idea that access — not ethnicity — drives violence.
🎯 Gun Violence in K-Drama Storytelling
Beyond Trigger, Korean dramas use gun violence sparingly — but symbolically.
Title
Korean
Synopsis
Signal
시그널
Cold-case detectives solve crimes via a time-traveling radio; gun violence tied to police failure
Flower of Evil
악의 꽃
A man hides his criminal past; guns emerge as symbolic climax
Voice
보이스
Call center tracks serial killers; guns become emotional tools rather than casual weapons
Taxi Driver
모범택시
A revenge-driven vigilante offers justice to the exploited, wielding firearms only when morality permits
These dramas reflect Korea’s cultural unease with firearms. Guns are not props — they’re disruptions, signifiers of a social break.
📚 From Script to Society
If Trigger were adapted to the U.S., it might lose its allegorical sharpness — not because the themes are irrelevant, but because Americans have long stopped being shocked by a gun on the kitchen counter. Where Trigger plays with the idea of sudden armament as a societal infection, an American version might resemble a mirror too accurate — or a satire too close to truth.
Lee Do’s climactic choice — to hug a child holding a gun instead of shooting — is a poetic inversion of real-world responses. In a nation defined by “Stand Your Ground” laws, could empathy disarm the conflict?
✍️ Final Shot
Gun violence isn’t just a statistic. It’s a trigger — emotional, political, personal. And in blending fiction with reality, Trigger offers what satire does best: a chance to see ourselves from the outside and ask, “What have we normalized?”
🇺🇸 vs 🇰🇷 Gun Violence: A Comparative Lens
🔍 Why Is Gun Violence So Much Greater in the U.S. Than in Korea?
Access & Culture:
The U.S. has a deeply entrenched gun culture tied to constitutional rights (Second Amendment), self-defense, and individual liberty. South Korea, by contrast, treats gun ownership as a privilege, not a right.
Numbers Tell the Story:
U.S.: ~120 guns per 100 residents
South Korea: ~1.1 guns per 100 residents
Homicide Rates:
U.S.: ~4.7 intentional homicides per 100,000 people
South Korea: ~0.6 per 100,000
Mass Shootings: The U.S. has hundreds annually; Korea has had fewer than a dozen in the past 50 years
🎯 Military & Civilian Gun Use in Korea
Mandatory Military Service:
Nearly all Korean men undergo firearms training during their 18–24 months of service
Training typically includes rifles, not handguns
Shooting Ranges:
Civilian shooting is tightly controlled
Ranges like Myeongdong and Gangnam offer supervised shooting with strict ammo tracking
Tourists and locals can fire pistols, but only under staff supervision
🦌 Hunting Popularity: Korea vs U.S.
Metric
South Korea
United States
Legal hunting rifles
Allowed with a license
Widely available
Popularity
Niche, seasonal
Cultural tradition
Game hunted
Wild boar, pheasant
Deer, turkey, elk, waterfowl
Participation rate
Very low
~8.4% of the population hunts
🔥 Major Mass Shootings in Korea
While rare, Korea has experienced a few notable incidents:
Year
Incident
Firearm Source
1982
Woo Bum-kon rampage (56 killed)
2007
Gangneung shooting (3 killed)
Hunting rifle
2011
Marine Corps shooting (4 killed)
Military-issued rifle
2015
Army base shooting (2 killed)
The Korean Times Headline put the Woo Bom Kon Rampage as “Drunken GI Goes on Rampage and Blows Himself.” Dropping the up makes the headline absurdly funny to foreign readers!
Most firearms were obtained through military or police channels, not civilian ownership
Guns in K-dramas often signal emotional trauma, revenge, or institutional collapse, rather than everyday crime
트리거 (Teurigeo) — Romanized as “Trigger,” it literally means “trigger,” but metaphorically evokes the emotional and societal tipping points explored in the series.
🔥 Overall Synopsis
Set in a near-future South Korea where firearms are banned, Trigger imagines a chilling scenario: illegal guns begin flooding the country, delivered anonymously to ordinary citizens. The story follows:
Lee Do (Kim Nam-gil), a former military sniper turned police officer, haunted by trauma and committed to justice.
Moon Baek (Kim Young-kwang), a charismatic arms broker with a messianic complex and a plan to destabilize society.
As gun violence escalates, the drama interrogates moral ambiguity, systemic failure, and the psychological “triggers” that push people to the edge.
📺 Episode-by-Episode Breakdown (Highlights)
Episode
Summary
1
A mentally unstable student, Yoo Jung-tae, receives an illegal firearm and goes on a shooting spree. Lee Do begins investigating the source of the weapons.
2
Multiple subplots emerge: a sex offender receives a gun, a bullied student is coerced into theft, and Lee Do meets Moon Baek.
3
A high-octane chase and shootout reveal Lee Do’s military past. Moon Baek’s motives remain murky.
4
Mrs. Oh, a grieving mother, receives a gun and contemplates revenge. Lee Do confronts Jeong-man’s gang.
5
Moon Baek’s backstory unfolds—he was trafficked as a child and radicalized. His plan to destabilize Korea becomes clearer.
6
A school shooting orchestrated by Moon Baek shocks the nation. Gyu-jin and Yeong-dong, bullied students, become pawns in his scheme.
7–9
The conspiracy deepens. Lee Do uncovers ties to an international arms syndicate. Moon Baek manipulates public sentiment.
10
At a mass rally, Moon Baek tries to provoke nationwide violence. Lee Do chooses empathy over vengeance, embracing a child with a gun. The image goes viral, halting the chaos.
🎭 Cast List
Actor
Role
Description
Kim Nam-gil
Lee Do
Ex-sniper turned cop, stoic and haunted
Kim Young-kwang
Moon Baek
Arms dealer with a dual personality
Woo Ji-hyun
Yoo Jung-tae
Student with mental illness
Park Hoon
Koo Jeong-man
Gang handler
Kim Won-hae
Cho Hyeon-sik
Police sergeant, father figure to Lee Do
Gil Hae-yeon
Oh Gyeong-suk
Grieving mother
Jang Dong-joo
Jang Sun-gyeong
Guest role (Ep. 1–4)
Park Yoon-ho
Park Gyu-jin
Bullied student
Others
Various guest roles
Including gang members, police chiefs, and victims
💬 Notable Quotes
Moon Baek: “All I did was hand them a gun. It’s up to them whether they pull the trigger.”
Lee Do: “Wouldn’t pulling a 5-millimeter trigger in pursuit of revenge spread fear in the minds of many?”
Captain Jo: “How did you bear this pain at such a young age?” — Lee Do: “It was all thanks to you, Captain.”
These lines encapsulate the show’s moral tension and emotional depth.
📚 Literary Reputation & Themes
Critical Acclaim: Praised for its bold premise and emotional resonance. Critics highlight its refusal to offer easy answers and its exploration of societal collapse through individual trauma.
Here are my thoughts on the various new religions in the world today. First, a quick review of my evolving religious view point.
In my 69 years on this earth, I have learned a few things, because I have seen a few things. I grew up in a very secular town, in a very secular era. The late 60s in Berkeley was a time when everything was being challenged, questioned, and debated, and the issue of God came up frequently. Was God still relevant in this modern era?
Most of my friends were agnostic at best, don’t recall having any Christian friends, Most were Jewish though and one was a Mormon. Most were white, but I had a few black friends as well, a few of them were Christian.
My mother was born a Southern Baptist, she was kicked out of church for asking the forbidden question, “If God created the universe, who created God?” the preacher was not amused and kicked her out for being a “free thinker” which to a Baptist was a very bad thing indeed, especially in Arkansas in the late 30s.
My father was a devoted atheist, grew up in Yakima in a Methodist family, but just did not see God anywhere. An economist believed in economic laws were materialistic and deterministic, God simply did not compute for him. They told us it was up to us to determine what to believe because they disagreed. But in the end, it came down to this, “Do the right thing” but it was up to us to determine what that might be.
I went to a few church services, but it just did not stick, did not get the whole shebang, did not believe in the Virgin Mary, the crucifixion, and other Christian dogma felt it was all just an ancient, irrelevant fairy tales. I shared my father’s materialistic worldview and my mother’s skepticism regarding Church teachings. She was pleased though when I told her I had started reading the Bible.
For a while, I became a militant atheist, hung out at a, debating with Holly Hubert and the street preachers who were there. I shocked the Christian fanatics, shocking them with my atheist stand-up comedy routines.
One day Jehovah’s witness came to my house. I told them I would love to talk with them, but I was late for a Satanist meeting and invited them to join me. They fled in terror.
Later in college, I had a roommate, who took too much acid and became convinced he was God. We spend many nights smoking weed and debating the existence or non-existence of God. He had grown up as a Jehovah’s Witness. His parents blamed us for their son’s descent into madness and promised to pray for us but said we would go to hell for the sin of questioning God’s will.
In college, I took a course on modern religions. As a sociology student, I studied the Unification church’s recruitment practices and went to their recruitment dinner, but wisely did not go to their weekend retreat, otherwise, perhaps I might have been converted and become a Moonie.
I even went to a Scientology center and took their free personality test and concluded it was all a scam. Liked to hang out with Hari Krishna dudes joining them for public chanting.
Started reading the bible in my world religion class but took me almost 30 years before I finished reading the bible, and all the other spiritual texts, on the eve of my 50th year. Started with the Book of Mormon and ended with the Koran after reading the Buddhist writings, the Hindu scriptures, the Confucian classics, and the Tao De Ching.
Had to finally skip over the entire genesis begat stories, saying to myself
‘What’s the point?’
Concluding the bible was badly edited. Just a collection of fairy tales, not fit for the modern world, but revelations fascinated me.
When I went to Korea in the Peace Corps, I became fascinated by the subtle interplay between traditional Buddhism, shamanism, neo-Confucianism principles, And the resurgence of aggressive Christianity, and the new religious fervor of Reverend Moon, the unification church, and other new religions.
Spend some time at Buddhist temples, even spend a few nights hanging out with the monks decades before the formal temple stay programs became popular among foreign tourists.
I had an encounter with shamanism when my uncle-in-law died, they did a shaman “kut” ritual. the shaman a female channeled his spirit. He came to the room, berated us all, cursed us all from his perch in hell, That was such a freaky experience We had to flee the demented scene.
I had a few mystical experiences, once in college, I saw God in a lake, But that was probably just the magic of the magic mushrooms, doing its mushroom thing.
Once while I was hanging out in Berkeley, I encountered a cosmic cat, I saw the divine spark In his eyes, as he followed me everywhere. I told my mother who was suffering from Alzheimer’s about the cosmic cat, she concurred he was indeed a cosmic cat.
Later in Goa, I encountered a cosmic dog who followed me everywhere. I asked the cosmic dog once
“Say, Cosmic dog, are you god? Bark once if yes, two if no.”
He barked once.
“Are you Allah? Bark once if yes, two if no.”
He barked once.
Are you your buddha? Bark once if yes, two if no”
He barked once.
“Are you the great spirit of the American Indians? Bark once if yes, two if no”
He barked once.
Are you Satan? Bark once if yes, two if no.”
He growled at me and I knew I had gone too far.
When I was in Thailand, I continued my exploration of Buddhism visiting most of the famous Buddhist sites there, later in Taiwan, Vietnam, and India as well.
When I lived in India became immersed in the spiritual energy all around me, I became a fan of the big Ganesh, he removed spiritual obstacles, allowing me to connect to the divine spirit all around me. I felt that cosmic vibe, just flowing through the world.
While in India, I attended a few Catholic services, other Christian services, went to Hindu temples, Jain temples, Sikh temples, and even a few Muslim pilmagame sites. I also fasted during Ramadan and went vegan to observe lent.
Now that I am an old man, I think back on what I have learned from my spiritual journeys. I think I can sum it up as follows:
I believe that the universe is alive, and I am part of the divine mind, the universe God if you would, flows through us all. If only we have the eyes, to see the divine all around us.
The Christian faith, like all other faiths, is just an attempt to discover the God of the universe. It is all the same path we are on, trying to connect to the cosmic overmind of the universe.
Whether you are an atheist, a Buddhist, a Christian, a Jain, a Jew, a Harri Krishna, a humanist, a Hindu, a Moonie, a Mormon, a Muslim, a Pagan or a Wiccan devote, we are all cosmic fools, seekers of the truth. The truth is out there for us to discover it for ourselves.
But in the end, it comes down to this simple principle, we have to decide to do the right thing, but that is a decision, only we can make deep in our soul.
Whether heaven or hell is awaiting us I do not know. Whether Jesus is the son of God I do not know. Whether Mohammed was the last prophet of God I do not know. Whether Allah is waiting for me, I do not know. Whether the grim reaper will be coming for me I do not know.
But I am ready for the final stage of my life. In the end, I also know this: I knew my wife in a prior life, and I will see her in my next life. That is the operation of fate, karma, and reincarnation, which I do believe in. The adage, what goes around comes around is a simple basic fact of the universe.
That is all that I know for sure. That is what I believe. In the end, always
“Do the right thing,”
and the rest will follow.
Meeting God in a Lake
god
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
Cosmic Cat from Berkeley
evil cat
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
bombay pictures
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
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Dreaming of a New Religious Paradigm
Among the various new age movements, the one that I like the most is “Dudeism”.
I am a Dudist. Dudeism is one of the fastest-growing new religious movements. It is based in Thailand and follows the philosophy expressed in the movie The Big Lebrowski. I brought it all together in my proposed new religion, “Jakeism” which I came up with in a dream.
Jakeism Spreads Around the World
When I retire and move to California one night I have a vision that changed my history and the history of the world. In my vision, I meet Buddha who tells me that I have been appointed to unify the world around a new religion for the new age. I would draw upon the best of Buddhism, Hinduism, Taoism, Christianity, and Islamic thought.
My religion would preach love, tolerance, self-awareness, self-discipline, and care for the planet and other people. It would also preach sexual and personal liberation from the outdated concepts of sexuality. Marriage would be the union of two or more adults of either gender who wished to share a life. Children would reside with their mother but the father would be expected to pay child support and play an active role in raising the children.
And we would use marijuana in our services as a way to get into our inner selves.
And lots of talk about dreams and desires and living the dream fulfilling one’s destinity as one saw it.
We would have services where we would read the great spiritual classics of all faiths and then talk about how to apply the lessons to our lives. The basis of the faith would be drawing upon all traditions but would be an amalgamation of the best of Buddhism, Hinduism, Native American traditions, New Age spirituality, Wiccan, Pagan, Christianity, Islam, Daoist, and Confucian thought. We publish a guide to spiritual traditions that lists 1,000 core books that we use as the basis of our religious traditions.
I write this all down publish a manifesto online and suggest that like-minded individuals get together in my house in Berkeley to discuss it.
The first meeting attracted 12 people the following week 25 and within a month we had over 100 people gathering within one year we had a movement that grew in time and the Church of Jake spread across the country and the world.
The services are soon legendary. We start with yoga and meditation, then the priest and priests – always two = stand up and read several different passages from various traditions and show a video clip or two as well. The Dharma talk lasts a half hour or so. Then we break into small groups that discuss the talk in detail amongst themselves. Then we invite people to comment on what it means to them and how they will implement in their life.
Everyone would be asked to share with their group members something that they felt grateful for and a problem that they were facing. The priests would walk about facilitating the conversation.
Then we have a communal lunch followed by smoking maurijuna and drinking wine or beer. Hard drugs were prohibited to dudeists. Most dudeists were either vegan or vegetarian but fish and chicken would be served to those who ate meat products.
The total service would last two to three hours.
Many congregations started off with a morning hike followed by a vegetarian vegan breakfast before services starting at 10 am with everything wrapping up at 2 pm. Larger congregations held two services one in the morning and one in the evening and most congregations held services every Sunday.
Several dudeist phrases soon become common. Dudeists addressed everyone as Dude. The head priest was called the Head Dude, and the priest was called the Mama Dude. Being called “Undude” was a serious offense and only used to call out being an asshole or a jerk. Don’t be a Jerk was one of the other tenets of Jakeism/dudeism. Being called an asshole or a jerk was also a huge insult amongst the dudeist with the phrase “that is undude, dude” being a particularly harsh comment.
Within ten years 25 percent of people on the West Coast were dudeists and it was the fastest growing religion on the planet.
I was asked to found the first dudeist university, naturally in Berkeley which was considered the spiritual home of Jakeism/Dudism often called the Jakeism/Dueist Mecca.
Jakeism Sweeps the World
One day I woke up
and realized that God
had commissioned me
to form a new religion
for the new era.
For lack of a better term,
I began calling it Jakeism.
I brought together elements
of Buddhism, Confucianism, Christianity,
Hinduism, various new teachings,
native American traditions,
Pengnician
and mystic traditions
from Muslim traditions.
I taught the essential unity
of religious thought
and related it to today’s
spiritually empty life.
I publish a list of spiritual works
everyone should read
and forms a large part of my services.
I called upon people
to embrace a new concept of spirituality
to reconnect to the essential
goodness in humanity
and to reject
the false promises of materialism.
In the most controversial part
of my doctrine,
I called for sexual liberation.
I said that sexuality
was God’s gift to mankind
that women should
be in charge of sex –
they should initiate sex,
and they should tell
their lovers what they want.
Regarding drug use and alcohol use,
I preached that drugs should be legal
but that people
should only indulge in natural drugs
– marijuana, alcohol
and avoid manufactured drugs.
I self-publish
“A New Religion for a New Age”
and invite people to come over to discuss
my teachings
in weekly meetings
at a public park in Berkeley.
The first lecture had 100 people attending,
soon there were hundreds
, and we formed a church
and raised funds to buy a meeting spot.
I am called simply Jake
and my followers become
known as Jokes.
the first service
set the foundation
for other services.
We started with some group chanting,
and some yoga and Tai Chi.
Then after a half hour,
I began to speak
about my basic philosophical orientation
and read excerpts
from the great spiritual works
of mankind always drawing
from Buddhist, Christian, Hindu,
New Age, and Muslim traditions.
After about a half-hour
I invited members
of the audience to reflect
upon the teachings
and in small groups
discuss amongst themselves
what it means to them
and how they will
incorporate the day’s lesson
into an action plan.
Each group reported back
and we ended with a communal potluck meal
including wine and later smoking weed.
Politically I was progressive
and proud of it but also preached
that each person should find
his or her own political space
and should respect the views of others.
As an optional event, we began having open debates
where we would bring together diverse viewpoints
and discuss big issues.
These conversations were recorded
and put on my web page.
The total service took about two hours
and I held services
Saturday, Sunday, and Wednesday nights.
We also preached that people
should get out and enjoy
the great outdoors
and I led hikes throughout the bay area
that were open to all –
on the hikes the participants
had a chance to get to know
their fellows and enjoy the great outdoors.
The two-hour hikes were held on Saturday
and Sunday mornings starting at 8 am
and finishing by 11 am
when we would reassemble for the services.
The hikes were held throughout the Berkeley Oakland area
with people assembling at the church at 7 am
for informal carpools to the sites.
The hikes finished by 10
and people were dropped off at the church
by 10:30 and invited to stay
for the service if they wished.
Each service was recorded
and saved on my website
(one of the first religious websites on the web)
On my website
I had links to all the readings
and a list of what I considered
the best religious
and spiritual writings of all time.
I also had my favorite music playlists
, and trail guides
for the twice-weekly hikes.
Paying for the website
and the services I asked for donations.
Once we had a few services
and it looked like this was going to take off
I formed a church
and invited my key followers
to form a church committee
to help manage the church.
I quit my day job to devote myself
to the church
and asked for donations
for me to be able to do so.
But I vowed to live a simple life.
and so Jakeism was born
and spread rapidly
throughout the West Coast
at the end of the century.
By 2030
it had become a major force
as millions of people
were forming their own Jake churches
loosely affiliated with
Mother Church in Berkeley.
Social conservatives denounced
my movement
as the biggest threat to traditional values
and noted my support for gay rights,
my openly living with two bisexual women,
my public advocacy for drug legalization,
my opposition to the various wars
and military adventure,
and my leftist ‘woke” political views.
However, the movement continued
to grow as it meant
something to people
and was the fastest
-growing religious movement.
in the world.
The Church of the Cosmic Bird
On Sam Adam’s 70th birthday, he went to Tilden Park with an old friend from high school. He had returned to his hometown after his wife had died. He was feeling lonely and out of it. He went to the park, took mushrooms, and had an event that changed his life and the world as well.
He came to a field where he saw a giant black owl. The owl told him that Gaia had chosen him as the goddess of the Earth to find a new religion for a new era. Throughout the afternoon, the bird guide told him and his friend the foundations for the new religion.
The bird would serve as their spirit guide in setting up the new faith.
The faith would combine the best features of the old religions but be a new faith based on respect for all living creatures, respect for the earth, ecological new age teachings, and a philosophy promoting sexual healing among other principles. It would also draw from elements of Dudeism drawn from the movie, the Big Lebowski.
The faith would also feature smoking marijuana and drinking mushroom tea as part of their spiritual practices. Their philosophy of sex was that sex was a good thing; adults were naturally polygamous and bisexual and should live in multiple partnered relationships with their children.
The services would consist of readings from great religious texts followed by a sermon and reflection ending with a call to action by the church members who would be called brothers and sisters. A priest and Nun couple would lead the congregation. Members would address each other as brothers and sisters or as Dudes. Excerpts from the movie, the Big Lebowski were also frequently shown during services. During the service, members would sip mushroom, marijuana tea, wine, coffee, and herbal tea,
Every member would also volunteer two hours per week and would donate their time and money to charity. The services would end with a communal breakfast followed by a five-mile hike and sauna experience.
Sam went home, posed a YouTube video describing his vision for a new religion, and promoted his re-interpretation of classic religious texts. He announced that he would lead a weekly service followed by a walk to the temple in the hills where the Bird guardian lived.
Ten people showed up the first week, twenty the second week and within two months they had a flourishing new church. The church spread widely throughout the world and was called by believers the Church of Gaia and by detractors the Church of the Birdman or as “Dudeists”. Berkeley became the new mecca of the Church.
They were denounced for promoting a pro-gay lifestyle, heathen lifestyle, neo-pagan beliefs, veganism and vegetarianism, and alcohol and drug use. But the faith spread rapidly as it combined new age elements with traditional elements drawn from unitarian and universal church doctrines as well as Buddhist, Christian, Dudist, Islamic, Native American, New Age, Pagan, and Wiccan traditions.
Sam was the head of the faith and was called Uncle Sam. His second wife, Maria Lee, was called Aunt Maria. The bird prophet continued to guide the faith as Uncle Bob Aunt Maria and a few others were able to understand the Bird and his words of wisdom. The bird lived in their house in Berkeley Hills.
He led the faith for thirty years and when he died the faith had 300 million followers and was the fourth-largest faith in the world. True to his faith doctrines most members lived in group marriages which were finally recognized due to the constant lobbying by the church membership mushroom use was also legalized, and members were vegan and vegetarian, and all used marijuana, mushroom tea, and wine during services, other drugs were forbidden. They also had a list of 10,000 spiritual texts which they used during services and read frequently.
The church promoted the California sex consensus which called for a woman to be in charge of sexuality and called for sexual and spiritual liberation.
the Church of the Dude launched at a Bowling Ally Big Lebowski
Jason Lee was a big fan
Of the cult classic movie
The “Big Lebowski.”
Which chronicles
The life and time
Of the “Dude”.
Who is mistaken
For a bad dude
By some other dudes
But in the end
As all Dudes do
He abided
While bowling
Jason met at the bowling ally
Sam Jackson who was also
A devotee of all things Dude
And one of the founders
Of the Church of the Dude in Thailand.
Recently he returned to his hometown
In search of spiritual redemption.
As they bowled and bonded
They decided to form
The Church of the Dude
Launching it at Albany Bowl.
The news went viral
Dudists all showed up
Watching the movie.
Then bowling
And hanging out.
The Church of the Dude
Was launched.
Spreading rapidly among
The hipster set.
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Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil by John Berendt
Lairdism
Lairdism is a religion founded by best friend, Robert Sicular, who on an ACID trip realized that Laird Williamson was God. Lairdism spread among his circle of friends. But unfortunately, it never really took off.
Church of the Three Bs Beer, Blues and Baseball
Another friend of mine founded a fake new Church in the 1980s called the Church of the Three Bs – Beer, Blues and Baseball
members would get together from time to time to drink beer, go to blues concerts and baseball games. it took never really took off.
Flying Spaghetti Monster
The Flying Spaghetti Monster was founded as a joke religion to counter the rise of Christian fundamentalists. Rastafarians as they call themselves worship the Giant Spaghetti monster who secretly controls the universe. This one did take off. Co-PIlot provides the background:
Flying Spaghetti Monster (Rastafarianism):
This is a parody religion that promotes a light-hearted view of religion. It originated in opposition to the teaching of intelligent design in public schools in the United States. The deity of this religion is the Flying Spaghetti Monster, and its followers are known as Rastafarians. You can find more information here and here.
Another parody religion is the Church of the Sub Genius based on the teaching of JR Bob Dobbs, a sort of everyman kind of like the cartoon character, Homer Simpson..
: This is another parody religion that satirizes better-known belief systems. It focuses on J. R. “Bob” Dobbs, a purported salesman from the 1950s, who is revered as a prophet by the Church. The Church of the SubGenius teaches a complex philosophy involving gods, conspiracies, and the pursuit of “Slack.” More details can be found here and here.
Founded by Sun Myung Moon in 1954 in Seoul, South Korea, this new religious movement is derived from Christianity. Its members are called Unifications or Moonies. The church is known for its mass weddings and unique Christian theology.
I have a few true stories about my encounters with the Unification Church, aka the Moonies I first became aware of the Moonies when I took a sociological research class in college in 1978 at the University of the Pacific. For our group term paper we researched the recruitment practices of the unification church which were becoming quite controversial .
We went to SF to one of their centers and went to their free dinner and pretended to be interested noting how they tried to recruit us to join them. We did not go to their weekend retreat in Booneville based on our professor’s recommendation. We got an A on the paper.
In 1982, when I got married in South Korea we had to register our marriage at the local government office. The clerk there was suspicious and asked us if we were Moonies. He said that the Moonies had held a mass marriage rally the day before and they were overwhelmed with foreigners coming into register their marriage. When we told him we were not Moonies, he became quite friendly and welcoming to us.
The founder of the Church died a few years ago, and the movement has been in disarray as his children have been fighting for control of the movement which is closely tied to right-wing political figures in Japan, South Korea, and the United States.
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The assassination of former Japanese Prime Minister Shinzo Abe in July 2022 brought to light the controversial ties between Abe and the Unification Church, also known as the Family Federation for World Peace and Unification. The suspect, Tetsuya Yamagami, reportedly targeted Abe due to his connections with the church, which Yamagami blamed for bankrupting his family through excessive donations made by his mother2.
The Unification Church, founded in South Korea by Sun Myung Moon, has long been associated with conservative political figures and movements, both in Japan and internationally. The church’s influence in Japan dates back to the Cold War era when it aligned with anti-communist efforts. Abe’s grandfather, Nobusuke Kishi, was also known to have connections with the church3.
Following Abe’s assassination, the Japanese government has taken steps to investigate and potentially disband the Unification Church due to its controversial fundraising practices and the impact on its followers. The church has faced numerous lawsuits and public scrutiny over its methods, which have included charging followers large sums of money for spiritual merchandise2.
Founded by L. Ron Hubbard, Scientology is a set of beliefs and practices that are often described as a cult, a business, a religion, or a scam. It involves concepts like the theta (spiritual being), auditing, and the controversial figure Xenu.
I also have a story to tell about the Scientology movement. When I was in high school, I took as a lark a free personality test at a local Scientology center. The tester came out and told me that I was totally messed up and they could help me. Amused, I went to another center, took the test but changed all my answers and they told me the same thing. They started calling me at home begging me to come to their center for their assistance. I finally told them I was not interested and besides, I was a minor and could not legally sign a contract for their training program. I concluded that it was all a scam.
Hare Krishna (ISKCON):
I first encountered the Hari Krishnas in Berkeley which had an active chapter. Later when I was in India I met a lot of Hindu believers including Hari Krishna devotees Ganesh, and Jain followers.
The International Society for Krishna Consciousness (ISKCON), commonly known as the Hare Krishna movement, was founded in 1965 by A.C. Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhu Pada. It is a Western outgrowth of the Bengali bhakti yoga tradition and focuses on the worship of Krishna.
Korea has been a fertile ground for new religious movements, cults in other words. The most infamous are the Moonies but there are many others as well
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Shinchan (New Heaven and New Earth)
Founded by Lee Man-hee, this group gained international attention during the COVID-19 pandemic when it was linked to a significant outbreak in South Korea. The group believes that Lee is the second coming of Jesus Christ.
JMS (Jesus Morning Star):
Led by Jeong Myeong-seok, this group has been involved in numerous controversies, including allegations of sexual abuse. The Netflix documentary series “In the Name of God: A Holy Betrayal” covers this cult extensively.
Salvation Sect (Evangelical Baptist Church of Korea):
This group came into the spotlight after the Sewol ferry disaster, as its leader Yoo Byung-eun was linked to the tragedy. The sect has been accused of corruption and poor management practices.
Providence (Jesus Morning Star):
Another group led by Jeong Myeong-seok, it has been involved in numerous controversies, including allegations of sexual abuse. The Netflix documentary series “In the Name of God: A Holy Betrayal” covers this cult extensively.
I visited Rajneesh Puram in 1982 with my Father. I had just finished the Peace Corps in Korea and my father picked me up in Seattle and we drove to the Bay area after spending a few days in our summer cabin near Yakima. We drove back through Eastern Oregon and stopped off at Rajneesh Puram which was in the news and had a vegetarian lunch there. The Ragness servers were friendly but a bit weird. The Netflix documentary listed below provided a lot of details about the controversial cult.
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Sure! The Rajneesh cult, also known as the Rajneesh, was founded by Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh (later known as Osho) in India. In the early 1980s, the group relocated to the United States and established a commune called Rajneesh Puram in Wasco County, Oregon, near the small town of Antelope. The group purchased a 64,000-acre ranch and transformed it into a thriving community with its own infrastructure, including a fire department, police, restaurants, and even an airport.
The Rajneesh became infamous for their controversial practices and conflicts with local residents. They were involved in a series of legal battles, and their activities included a bioterror attack in 1984, where they poisoned salad bars in local restaurants with salmonella, sickening over 700 people. The group also faced allegations of voter fraud, wiretapping, and assassination plots2.
The story of the Rajneesh and their time in Oregon is documented in the Netflix series “Wild Wild Country,” which provides an in-depth look at the rise and fall of Rajneesh Puram. You can watch the documentary here.
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The Norse religion has been undergoing a revival in Germany and Norway. Co-Pilot provided background information.
Absolutely! The revival of the Old Norse religion, often referred to as Heathenry or Asatru, has gained traction in recent years. This modern Pagan religion draws inspiration from the pre-Christian beliefs and practices of the Germanic peoples, particularly those of the Viking Age.
Key Aspects of the Revival:
Beliefs and Practices: Heathenry is typically polytheistic, centering on a pantheon of deities from pre-Christian Germanic Europe, such as Odin, Thor, and Freyja. Rituals, known as blots, are performed to honor these gods, ancestors, and spirits of the land. These rituals often involve offerings of food and drink.
Cosmology: The religion adopts an animistic view of the cosmos, where the natural world is imbued with spirits. The world tree, Yggdrasil, and various realms like Midgard (the human world) and Asgard (the realm of the gods) are central to Norse cosmology.
Ethics and Values: Heathen ethical systems emphasize honor, personal integrity, and loyalty. Community and kinship are also highly valued.
Modern Movements: The revival has led to the formation of various organizations and communities, such as the Ásatrúarfélagið in Iceland and the Troth in the United States. These groups often gather for communal rituals and celebrations.
There has been a revival of interest in both the ancient Roman and Greek religions in recent years. I see a similarity in the revival of interest in the Norse religions, and Hinduism as well.
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The religion of the Roman Empire was polytheistic, meaning they worshipped multiple gods and goddesses. The Romans adopted many gods from the Greeks, such as Jupiter (Zeus), Juno (Hera), and Neptune (Poseidon), and also incorporated gods from other cultures they encountered. They believed in maintaining good relations with the gods through rituals and sacrifices to ensure the prosperity and success of the empire2.
Revival of Roman Religion
There have been modern attempts to revive the Roman religion, known as Reconstructionist Roman religion. Organizations like Nova Roma aim to restore classical Roman religion, culture, and virtues. They celebrate Roman festivals, perform rituals, and promote the study of Roman culture and philosophy4.
Ancient Greek Religion
Ancient Greek religion was also polytheistic, with a pantheon of gods and goddesses such as Zeus, Athena, Apollo, and Artemis. The Greeks believed in performing rituals and sacrifices to honor the gods and ensure their favor5. Greek religion influenced Roman religion and other cultures around the Mediterranean.
Ancient Egyptian Religion
Ancient Egyptian religion was centered around the worship of many gods and goddesses, such as Ra (the sun god), Isis (the goddess of magic and motherhood), and Osiris (the god of the afterlife). They believed in an afterlife and performed elaborate burial rituals to ensure the deceased’s safe passage to the next world6.
Revival of Ancient Religions
While there haven’t been significant revival attempts for ancient Greek and Egyptian religions, there is a growing interest in studying and understanding these ancient belief systems. Many people today are fascinated by the mythology, rituals, and philosophies of these ancient cultures.
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Growing up one of my friends was a Mormon. He gave me the Book of Mormon which I read. I told him that it read as sci-fi novel. Over the years I met a number of Mormons as there are quite a few in the Foreign Service and I met them overseas as Mormon misisonaries are everywhere.
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The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints (LDS Church), often referred to as the Mormon Church, was founded in 1830 by Joseph Smith. Here are some key differences in their beliefs compared to mainstream Christian denominations:
Key Beliefs
Restoration of the Gospel: Mormons believe that after the death of Jesus and the apostles, a “Great Apostasy” occurred, leading to a loss of priesthood authority and changes in biblical texts. They believe that Joseph Smith restored the true church through visions and revelations.
Additional Scriptures: Besides the Bible, Mormons also consider the Book of Mormon, Doctrine and Covenants, and the Pearl of Great Price as sacred texts.
Eternal Progression: They believe in the potential for humans to become like God and live eternally in His presence.
Baptism for the Dead: Mormons perform baptisms on behalf of deceased individuals to offer them the chance of salvation.
Health Code: The Word of Wisdom advises members to abstain from alcohol, tobacco, coffee, and tea.
Plural Marriage: Historically, Mormons practiced polygamy, but the mainstream LDS Church banned it in 1890. Some fundamentalist groups still practice it.
Membership and Distribution
As of 2023, the LDS Church has over 17 million members worldwide. The majority of members live in the United States, particularly in Utah. However, there are significant populations in other countries, including Mexico, Brazil, and the Philippines.
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Jehovah’s Witness
My college roomate, Jeff, grew up in a Jehovah Witness family. one thing that i remember is that Jehovah witnesses do not exchange gifts on Christmas or birthdays. On his birthday, we gave him birthday presents which he said were the first birthday presents he had ever received as his parents did not celebrate birthday or Christmas as Jehovah Witesses. He took too much LSD one night and became convinced he was the reincarnation of Jesus Christ. If he had been handsome and charistmatic, he could have formed a cult but since he was neither he just became another sad LSD victim.
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Jehovah’s Witnesses are a Christian denomination known for their distinct beliefs and practices. Founded in the late 19th century by Charles Taze Russell, they emphasize the imminent establishment of God’s Kingdom on Earth and reject traditional Christian doctrines like the Trinity and the immortality of the soul.
Key Beliefs and Practices:
Non-Trinitarian: Jehovah’s Witnesses believe that God (Jehovah) is distinct from Jesus and the Holy Spirit, rejecting the concept of the Trinity.
Jesus Christ: They view Jesus as God’s son and a created being, not co-equal with God.
Scripture: They use their own Bible translation, the New World Translation of the Holy Scriptures.
Holidays and Celebrations: They do not celebrate traditional Christian holidays like Christmas and Easter, nor do they celebrate birthdays.
Evangelism: Known for their door-to-door evangelism, they actively preach and distribute literature.
Differences from Mainstream Christianity:
Trinity: Mainstream Christians believe in the Trinity, where God, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit are one entity. Jehovah’s Witnesses reject this concept.
Jesus’ Divinity: Christians believe Jesus is both fully God and fully man, while Jehovah’s Witnesses see Jesus as a created being.
Salvation: Mainstream Christianity teaches salvation through faith in Jesus Christ alone, whereas Jehovah’s Witnesses emphasize faith, good works, and preaching efforts.
Demographics:
As of 2024, there are approximately 9 million Jehovah’s Witnesses worldwide.
They have a presence in most countries, with significant populations in the United States, Mexico, Brazil, and Italy.
In the U.S., they make up less than 1% of the adult population.
Church of Satan
Growing up in the Bay Area, the Church of Satan, based in San Franciso was quite controversal. It still is. they are currently trying to get permission to supply religious chaplans to serve in Floridian schools after a recent law authorizing religous chaplans in Florida schools. They are also trying to become certified to serve as chaplans in the US military.
Many years ago i was driving with a visiting high school friend to Montecello. On the way back, we amused ourselves listening to AM Jesus stations. One was blathering on about the Jesus diet when it faded out and was replaced by the Rolling Stones Satanic anthem Sympathy for the Devil. the two stations battled it out but Satan won in the end which we felt was a fitting metaphor for re-entering the DC metro area after a visit to Southern Christian dominated Virginia.
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The Church of Satan, founded by Anton Szandor LaVey in 1966 in San Francisco, is a religious organization dedicated to LaVeyan Satanism. Contrary to popular belief, members of the Church of Satan do not worship Satan as a supernatural being. Instead, they view Satan as a symbol of individualism, pride, and enlightenment. The Church promotes humanistic values and encourages members to embrace their natural instincts, which they believe have been wrongly suppressed by traditional Abrahamic faiths.
The Church of Satan has faced controversy over its attempts to be recognized as a legitimate religious organization. This controversy often stems from misconceptions about Satanism and its association with evil or criminal activities. However, the Church of Satan emphasizes that it does not engage in or promote any illegal or harmful behavior. The organization has sought legal recognition and equal treatment under the law, similar to other religious groups.
As for the number of Satanists in the U.S., it’s challenging to provide an exact figure. Estimates suggest that there are a few thousand self-identified Satanists in the country. The Church of Satan does not disclose its membership numbers, but it is considered the most influential and well-known Satanic organization.
When I did my DNA testing a few years back, it confirmed family lore that I am part Jewish on my father’s side of the family as one of my great grandfathers was a Russian Jew living in Norway. many of my friends growing up were Jews. as one of them put it, he was part of the international conspiracy of communists and jews as his father was a member of the communist party. I also had what we called back in the day a “Jewfro” due to my curly black hair.
I wrote a poem about visiting the Holocaust museum, after finding out I was Jewish.
Thoughts on Visiting the Holocaust Memorial Museum in DC
Never Again -published in April 2022 20th Yom HaShoah PSH special edition
Thoughts on Visiting the Holocaust Memorial Museum in DC
San Adams
Had never been
To the Holocaust Museum,
Despite the fact
He had lived
And worked in DC for decades
One day after he retired
He said to himself
It was long past time
To finally see the holocaust museum
He went the week
After Charleston,
When the mob had chanted,
Jews will not replace us.
The museum affected him deeply
He had just confirmed
Through DNA
That he had at least 10 percent
Jewish ancestry
Among the 18 other nationalities
Swirling among these bloodlines
Sam Adams was concerned
Those elements of antisemitism
We’re emerging among
The MAGA crowd.
But he dismissed
The fears that Trump
Was another Hitler
As liberal hyperbole
It could not happen here
A new holocaust
Would never happen
But now he was not so sure
Neo-Fascism Must Be Defeated Again
In this day and age of fake news
And neo-fascism rising yet again
It is important to bear witness
To the undeniable fact
That the holocaust can never come again
That is what we must vow every day
Never again
The rest of the poems I submitted are on my blog page.
Yom HaShoah -. April 27, 2022. History reminds us of not only what has passed, but it also narrates tales of sufferings and victories, and this is why we celebrate Yom HaShoah, which takes place on Nisan 27. If the 27th is adjacent to the Jewish Sabbath, the date shifts by a day. This year, it begins at sunset on April 27 and ends at sunset …
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Yom Hashoah for the year 2022 is celebrated/ observed on sundown of Wednesday, April 27th ending at sundown on Thursday, April 28. Yom Hashoah also called Holocaust Remembrance Day commemorates the lives of the Jewish people who died in the Holocaust of World War 2. This day is remembered in the Hebrew calendar on the 27th day of Nisan.
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History Corner – Yom HaShoah 2022. By Carl Wetzstein. In the past, I’ve written about my experiences in the Holocaust and also spoke about Righteous Gentiles, people who helped save Jews during the Holocaust. The accounts of the Righteous Gentiles were second-hand, based on books and articles that I read. This History Corner is based on …
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Sure thing! The Jewish community in the U.S. is diverse and vibrant. As of 2020, there are about 7.5 million Jews in the U.S., making up approximately 2.4% of the total population.
In terms of religious denominations, about 35% identify as Reform, 18% as Conservative, and 11% as Orthodox. The remaining percentage includes other groups and those who do not identify with any particular denomination.
The largest Jewish communities are found in states like New York, New Jersey, and Florida. Cities with significant Jewish populations include New York City, Los Angeles,, San Fracisco, DC metro,Miami.
Regarding Holocaust survivors, there are still many living in the U.S. today. For example, New York alone has an estimated 25,000 Holocaust survivors.
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Islam in the U.S.
the Muslim community is the fastest growing religious group in the US after the “nones” they played a huge role in the last election, many of them leaving the Democratic party and voting for Trump despite his record of hostility to the Islam community.
During my FS career, I had many Muslim friends, particularly when I served in India.
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Sure thing! The Muslim community in the United States is quite diverse and has grown significantly over the years. As of 2020, there are about 4.45 million Muslims in the U.S., making up approximately 1.34% of the total population.
The majority of American Muslims are Sunni, making up about 73% of the Muslim population, while Shia Muslims account for around 16%. The remaining percentage includes other groups such as the Nation of Islam, Ahmadiyya, and non-denominational Muslims.
Regarding ISIS affiliation, it’s important to note that the vast majority of American Muslims are not affiliated with ISIS. There have been some cases of individuals attempting to join or support ISIS, but these instances are relatively rare. For example, a report from George Washington University found that 71 Americans had been arrested for ISIS-related activities since 2014. However, these individuals come from varied backgrounds and do not represent the broader Muslim community in the U.S.
The Nation of Islam (NOI) is a religious organization founded in 1930 by Wallace Fard Muhammad. It is known for its teachings that combine elements of traditional Islam with Black nationalist ideas. The NOI promotes racial unity, self-help, and economic self-sufficiency for African Americans. The group has had notable leaders such as Elijah Muhammad, Malcolm X, and Louis Farrakhan. While the NOI’s beliefs differ from mainstream Islam, it has played a significant role in the African American community and the civil rights movement.
Rise of Christian Nationalism in the United States
Christian Nationalism is on the rise in the U.S. and around the world, with perhaps 30 percent of Americans self identifying with the movement which is closely linked to the Republican Party and Donald Trump’s MAGA movement.
Some in the movement advocate dominism calling for Christians to take over the seven key mountains and rule the world in accordance with God’s will, ushering in the end days.
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certainly! Christian nationalism is a political ideology that advocates for the fusion of Christianity with a nation’s civic and political life. It seeks to establish or maintain a legal and cultural fusion of Christian religion with a nation’s character2. This ideology has been gaining traction both in the United States and globally.
In the United States
Christian nationalism in the U.S. has been particularly prominent in recent years. It often involves advocating for policies that privilege Christianity in the public square, such as displaying Christian symbols on public property, promoting Christian values in public schools, and opposing abortion and LGBTQ+ rights2. This movement has been linked to the rise of the MAGA (Make America Great Again) movement and has found significant support among white evangelical Christians.
Globally
Christian nationalism is not confined to the U.S. It has been observed in various countries around the world, including Brazil, France, Italy, Poland, Hungary, and Russia3. In these countries, Christian nationalism often aligns with right-wing populist movements and can lead to exclusionary and sometimes violent actions against religious and ethnic minorities. For example, in Brazil, former President Jair Bolsonaro garnered significant support from evangelical Christians by intertwining nationalism with Christian faith3.
Concerns and Criticisms
Critics argue that Christian nationalism is fundamentally at odds with a pluralistic society, as it seeks to define a country as Christian, thereby marginalizing non-Christian populations. It can also lead to antidemocratic and violent behavior, as seen in events like the Capitol insurrection in the U.S1. The ideology is often linked to racist, misogynistic, authoritarian, and homophobic views.
Conclusion
The rise of Christian nationalism poses significant challenges to democracy and social harmony both in the U.S. and globally. It highlights the need for vigilance in protecting the separation of church and state and ensuring that all citizens, regardless of their religious beliefs, are treated with equality and respect.
Contemporary Atheism in the US:
Note: I grew up in perhaps one of the most secular cities in one of the most secular States in one of the most secular eras, the 60s and 70s in the Bay Area. Yet even in the Bay Area there are almost no public officials who are openly ”atheist” My father was one of the few elected officials who was not publically a Christian. He was an atheist and my mother was a lapsed Southern Baptist.
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In the United States, the percentage of people identifying as non-religious, often referred to as the “nones,” has been steadily increasing. According to a 2021 Pew Research Center survey, about 29% of U.S. adults identify as religiously unaffiliated, which includes atheists, agnostics, and those who describe their religion as “nothing in particular”. This is a significant increase from 16% in 20061.
Global Atheism:
Globally, the number of people who identify as atheists or non-religious varies widely by region. According to a 2012 Pew Research Center study, 16% of the world’s population is not affiliated with any religion. This includes both atheists and agnostics2. The highest concentrations of non-religious people are found in countries like Sweden, Vietnam, Denmark, Norway, and Japan.
Wicca Religious Movement
I once took a quiz online by beliefnet to determine what religion I am most in tune with. the top choice was Wicca, New Age or Buddhism, the least compatble was fundamentalism, mormonism and Islam. that sounds about right, LOL.
followers are called witches and warlocks and gather together in Covens.
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Wicca, also known as “The Craft,” is a modern pagan, earth-centered religion. It was developed in England during the first half of the 20th century and introduced to the public in 1954 by Gerald Gardner, a retired British civil servant. Wicca draws upon ancient pagan traditions and 20th-century Hermetic motifs for its theological and ritual purposes1.
Core Beliefs and Practices:
Duo theism: Wiccans typically venerate both a Goddess and a God, often referred to as the Triple Goddess and the Horned God.
Rituals and Festivals: Wiccans celebrate both lunar cycles (Esbats) and solar cycles (Sabbats), which include festivals like the solstices and equinoxes.
Nature Reverence: Nature plays a central role in Wiccan beliefs and practices, with rituals often held outdoors and involving natural elements like fire, water, earth, and air.
The Wiccan Rede: A popular expression of Wiccan morality, often summarized as “An it harm none, do what ye will.”
New Age Religious Movement
Very big in California particularly during the 60s and 70s. I have been heavily influenced and consider myself a New Age type. Co-pilot provided more background information.
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The New Age movement is a broad and eclectic range of spiritual or religious beliefs and practices that emerged in Western society during the 1970s. It draws heavily from esoteric traditions, including Spiritualism, Theosophy, and various forms of occultism4.
Core Beliefs and Practices:
Holistic Divinity: The New Age movement typically accepts a holistic form of divinity that pervades the universe, including human beings.
Personal Transformation: Emphasis on personal transformation and healing, often through practices like meditation, yoga, and alternative medicine.
Age of Aquarius: Many New Age believers anticipate a coming “Age of Aquarius,” a period of enlightenment and spiritual awakening.
Syncretism: The movement is highly syncretic, incorporating elements from various religious and spiritual traditions.
Both Wicca and the New Age movement emphasize personal spiritual experiences and a deep connection to nature. They offer alternative spiritual paths for those seeking a more individualized and nature-focused approach to spirituality.
Asian Religious Traditions in the U.S.
Also big in the West Coast since the 1950s. Many of the beatnit writers were Buddhists. If I had to choose one religion for me it would be Buddhism.
I have been heavily influenced by Buddhism which I first learned about in a college World Religions class, one of the best classes I took as an undergraduate. I became fascinated by Buddhism after I went to Korea. Lately my Korean born wife has become more of a Buddhist frequently quoting Buddhist masters who are popular on You Tube in Korea.
Co-pilot provided background information:
Absolutely! The growth of Buddhism and other Asian religions in the U.S. is a fascinating topic.
Buddhism in the U.S.
Buddhism has seen significant growth in the United States, particularly since the mid-20th century. The increase in Asian immigration, especially after changes in U.S. immigration laws in the 1960s, played a crucial role in this growth1. By the 1980s, many Buddhist communities had sprouted across the country. Today, Buddhism is practiced by millions of Americans, with notable concentrations in states like California and Hawaii1.
Other Asian Religions
Alongside Buddhism, other Asian religions such as Hinduism, Sikhism, and Taoism have also gained a foothold in the U.S. The Pew Research Center reports that Asian Americans have contributed significantly to the diversity of the U.S. religious landscape3. For instance, Hindus and Buddhists together account for about the same share of the U.S. public as Jews (roughly 2%). Additionally, many Asian Americans identify with Christianity or have no particular religious affiliation2.
Factors Contributing to Growth
Several factors have contributed to the growth of these religions:
Immigration: The influx of Asian immigrants has brought their religious traditions to the U.S.
Cultural Exchange: Increased interest in Eastern philosophies and practices, especially during the 1960s and 1970s, has led many Americans to explore these religions.
Community Support: The establishment of temples, meditation centers, and cultural organizations has provided a supportive environment for practitioners
Note: Korean American churches have played a huge role in the Korean diaspora in America with most Korean immigrants belonging to a Church where they meet fellow Koreans.
Impact on American Society
The presence of these diverse religious traditions has enriched the cultural and spiritual landscape of the U.S. It has also fostered greater understanding and appreciation of different cultural practices and beliefs.
Native American Traditions
My mother’s parents were part Cherokee and spoke Cherokee and followed some of the Cherokee religious traditions, including paying attention to dreams.
Native American spiritual and religious traditions are incredibly diverse, reflecting the rich cultural heritage of the many different tribes and communities across North America. Here are some key aspects:
Core Beliefs
Animism: Many Native American traditions believe in animism, the idea that all things—animals, plants, rocks, rivers, and even weather—have a spirit.
Great Spirit: A central figure in many Native American religions is the Great Spirit or Creator, who is seen as a guiding force in the universe.
Connection to Nature: Nature plays a crucial role in these traditions, with a deep respect for the earth, often referred to as “Mother Earth.”
Rituals and Ceremonies
Rituals: These can include ceremonies for healing, coming-of-age, and seasonal changes. For example, the Sun Dance is a significant ceremony practiced by several Plains tribes.
Storytelling: Oral traditions are vital, with stories passed down through generations that explain the creation of the world, moral lessons, and historical events.
Shamanism: Many tribes have shamans or spiritual leaders who act as intermediaries between the physical and spiritual worlds.
Symbols and Art
Totem Poles: Used by tribes such as the Haida and Tlingit, these poles are carved with symbols representing clan lineage, stories, and cultural beliefs.
Dreamcatchers: Originally from the Ojibwe tribe, these are used to protect individuals from bad dreams.
Community and Values
Generosity: Acts of giving and sharing are central values, often demonstrated through ceremonies like potlatches.
Respect for Elders: Elders are highly respected for their wisdom and knowledge, and their teachings are integral to the community’s spiritual life.
Adaptation and Revitalization
Despite the challenges posed by colonization and modernization, many Native American communities have worked to preserve and revitalize their spiritual traditions. This includes both a return to traditional practices and the adaptation of new forms of expression.
Q-Anon
One of the weirdest cults out there and it is a cult is Q. First emerged in 2017 and continues to this day although the founder Q quit communicating in 2020. Co-PIlot provides background information:
QAnon is a conspiracy theory that emerged in 2017 on the internet forum 4chan. It revolves around the belief that a secret cabal of satanic, cannibalistic pedophiles controls the world, and that former U.S. President Donald Trump was fighting against this cabal. The theory has its roots in earlier conspiracy theories like Pizzagate and has been linked to various violent incidents.
The movement gained traction through social media and has amassed millions of followers. It has been labeled a domestic terrorism threat by the FBI due to its potential to incite violence. Despite the lack of new “Q drops” since December 2020, the movement continues to persist and adapt.
For a more detailed overview, you can check out this .
it is amazing to me that 10 percent of Americans subscribe to this belief, believing that a cabal of shape shifting reptilian overlords secretly control the world. Some of the Q followers believe in the shape shifting alien conspiracy.
i wrote a number of Sci-Fi stories on this theme. In my version, the shape shifting aliens are descendents of aliens from the planet Sirius who settled in Atlantis and Lemuria. a war broke broke out between the red faction and the green faction. The red faction wanted to enslave proto humans who they saw as sub-human beasts, and the Green faction who wanted to educate the natives. the war destroyed Atlantis and their descendents fled, most died off but a few remain as secret overlords waiting until the human race develops space travel, and they would then return to their homeworld and re-launch an invasion of earth.
Co-PIlot provided background information
Sure thing! One of the most well-known fringe theories about shape-shifting aliens is the belief in Reptilian humanoids. This theory suggests that a race of reptilian aliens, often referred to as “Reptoids” or “Lizard People,” have infiltrated human society and are secretly controlling world events.
Origins and Beliefs
David Icke: The theory was popularized by David Icke, a British conspiracy theorist, who claims that many world leaders and influential figures are actually shape-shifting reptilian aliens. According to Icke, these Reptilians are part of a global conspiracy to control humanity.
Ancient Aliens: Some proponents of the theory believe that these Reptilians have been present on Earth for thousands of years and have influenced human history and culture.
Characteristics
Shape-shifting: The Reptilians are believed to have the ability to change their appearance to look human, allowing them to blend in and manipulate society from positions of power.
Control and Manipulation: Followers of this theory often believe that Reptilians control major institutions, including governments, corporations, and the media, to maintain their dominance over humanity.
Criticism and Skepticism
Lack of Evidence: The theory is widely criticized for its lack of empirical evidence and is often dismissed as a baseless conspiracy.
Psychological Explanations: Some psychologists suggest that belief in such theories may be a way for individuals to make sense of complex and often frightening world events
American Religious Cults
As discussed above, I have had some interactions over the years with various cults, including the Moonies, the Hari Krishnas, and Scientology. THe People’s Temple was a big event that happened while I was in college. Same thing with Heaven’s Gate, and Ragnesh movement, I visited Raghnes Puram (nee Antelope, Oregon) with my father in 1992.
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Co-pilot provided background information
Religious cults in the U.S. have a long and often controversial history. Cults are typically characterized by their charismatic, authoritarian leaders and their ability to draw in followers with unique belief systems or supposed prophetic powers. Here are some of the most commonly considered cults in the U.S.:
Manson Family: Led by Charles Manson in the late 1960s, this group believed in an impending race war and carried out a series of murders in California.
Peoples Temple: Founded by Jim Jones, this group is infamous for the mass suicide-murder in Jonestown, Guyana, in 1978.
Heaven’s Gate: Led by Marshall Applewhite, members believed that leaving their bodies behind would transfer their consciousness into an extraterrestrial being.
Fundamentalist Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints (FLDS): Founded by Warren Jeffs, this group practices polygamy and has been involved in numerous legal issues, including child abuse.
Rajneeshpuram: Led by Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh (Osho), this group attempted to take over a town in Oregon in the early 1980s.
Love Has Won: A more recent group, known for its leader’s claim of being a divine being and the mysterious death of its leader in 2021.
Sullivanians: A psychotherapy cult founded by Dr. Jaqueline Hobson, known for its communal living and controversial practices.
These groups have often been the subject of media attention and legal scrutiny due to their unconventional beliefs and practices. It’s important to note that the term “cult” can be pejorative, and some prefer to use “new religious movements” to describe these organizations.
Cthulu Cult
Finally, we should mention the Cthulu cult which played a big role in the fiction of HP Lovecraft. Some believers in the occult believe that HP Lovecraft was writing true stories not fiction.
Co-Pilot provided background information. can you tell me about the Ctuhulu mythos of HP Lovecraft?
The Cthulhu Mythos is a shared fictional universe created by H.P. Lovecraft; an American writer known for his works of horror fiction. The mythos is centered around ancient, cosmic deities and other worldly horrors that exist beyond human comprehension1. Here are some key elements:
Key Elements of the Cthulhu Mythos:
Cthulhu: The central creature in Lovecraft’s seminal short story “The Call of Cthulhu,” first published in 1928. Cthulhu is depicted as a gigantic, octopus-like being that lies dormant in the sunken city of R’lyeh1.
Great Old Ones: A pantheon of ancient, powerful deities from space who once ruled the Earth and have since fallen into a deathlike sleep. These beings include Cthulhu, Nyarlathotep, Azathoth, and others1.
Cosmic Horror: Lovecraft’s stories emphasize the complete irrelevance of mankind in the face of these cosmic horrors. The human mind is unable to fully comprehend the existence of these entities, leading to madness and despair1.
Necronomicon: A fictional grimoire that appears in many of Lovecraft’s stories, containing knowledge of the Great Old Ones and other forbidden lore.
Reading the Classics Updated Lists
The Flashman novels are a series of historical fiction books written by George MacDonald Fraser, following the adventures of Harry Paget Flashman, a fictional British army officer. The series spans from the mid-19th century to the early 20th century, covering various historical events and figures. The Flashman novels are written in a satirical, mocking style, reflecting the times of the alleged author of the novels, Harry Flashman who was based on a character in Tom Brown’s satire of the British public schools of the 19th century.
The original Harry Flashman was a notorious bully who was kicked out of his elite boarding school. The Flashman novels re-imagine him becoming despite his many character flaws, a heroic army officer who served in many of the epic wars of the 19th century, including fighting in the War of 1812, the US Civil War, the Indian Wars, the Chinese Wars, and the Crimean campaigns. Along the way, he has numerous affairs, meets and becomes friends with people in both low places and high places, and is a scoundrel to boot
I have read about half of the books. Among my favorites are “Flashman and the Redskins” which takes place in the 1840s and the 1870s Indian wars in the U,S, including his involvement in the events of Custer’s last stand, “. Flashman and the “Angel of the Lord” which imagines him encountering and helping John Brown in his aborted raid on Harper’s Ferry that helps set off the civil war, and ” Flashman and the Dragon” which recalls his involvement in the March to Beijing which ended the opium wars, as well as encounters with the Taiping rebels.
Among the more controversial parts of his character, is his many affairs along the way with over 400 women. He is indeed a scoundrel for the ages. The writing is crisp, very descriptive of the times, and of course sexist, racist, and colonist. Just part of the time. In many ways, his character resembles the James Bond character of Ian Fleming flame
On the plus side, the novels are historically accurate for the most part, minus the fact that Flashman did not actually exist. But he is the kind of figure that we imagined could have existed.
To sum up, the Flashman novels are a real treat to read.
Flashman’s expulsion from Rugby School for drunkenness leads him to join the British Army. He joins the 11th Regiment of Light Dragoons commanded by Lord Cardigan. After an affair with a fellow-officer’s lover, he fights a duel, but cheats. He is posted to Scotland because of the affair and is billeted with the Morrison family; he takes advantage of one of the daughters, Elspeth. After a forced marriage, Flashman is required to resign his position in the Hussars and instead is gazette into a position with the East India Company.
After revealing his language and riding skills, Flashman is assigned to Afghanistan, where he is present at the retreat from Kabul, the last stand at Gaydamak and the Siege of Jalalabad.
Fleeing from a police raid on a brothel he was visiting, Flashman meets Lola Montez and Otto von Bismarck. Some years later Flashman is tempted to Munich, where Bismarck has him abducted; he is blackmailed into imitating Prince Carl Gustaf, a fictional member of the Danish royal family. Gustaf is to be married to Duchess Irma, the ruler of the fictional Duchy of Stricken; according to Bismarck the prince has contracted a sexually transmitted disease, which would be embarrassing if uncovered by his future wife. This turns out to be a lie and the prince has been imprisoned in Jotunberg Castle. Flashman is a doppelgänger of the Prince and is trained to take his place until the Prince is cured. Flashman is accompanied to Strackenz by Bismarck’s accomplices, Rudi von Starnberg, Detchard and de Gautet, and is married to the Duchess. Shortly afterwards, while out hunting, Flashman finds out that Bismarck meant to double-cross him and kill him, but he turns the tables on his attacker and tortures the information out of him and kills him instead. He is then captured by Strackenzian nationalists and forced to help them storm Jotunberg Castle. They are successful, but Flashman and von Starnberg fight in the dungeon, with Flashman narrowly escaping death before escaping back to England, with the help of Montez, who robs him along the way.
Flashman is falsely accused of cheating at cards, and runs away from disgrace by accepting an offer of a berth on the slaving ship part owned by his father-in-law; the ship is captained by John Charity Spring, an ex-fellow of Oriel College, Oxford who quotes Latin and Greek at length. After sailing to Dahomey, Spring buys slaves from King Ghezo; the deal goes wrong and the crew are attacked by Gezo’s Amazons, resulting in the mortal wounding of the third mate, Mr Comber. Comber dies but admits to Flashman that he is a spy for the navy, giving Flashman his papers to prove his identity. The ship makes its way to America but is captured by the United States Navy. Flashman assumes the identity of Comber and escapes, hiding in the brothel of Susie Willinck. He is abducted by the Underground Railroad and forced to assist in transporting a slave to freedom in Canada. He is accused of being an abolitionist and escapes, ending up employed as a slave driver on a plantation. Caught having sex with the owner’s wife, he is himself sold into slavery, but escapes with a slave, before being assisted to freedom by junior congressman Abraham Lincoln. He returns to New Orleans and demands passage to Britain from Spring.
Flashman is ordered to protect and mentor William of Celle—a (fictional) cousin of Queen Victoria—during the Crimean War; William is killed. Flashman is subsequently involved in The Thin Red Line, the charge of the Heavy Brigade and the charge of the Light Brigade, where he surrenders. He is taken into Russia and placed in the custody of Count Pencherjevsky; he also meets his old schoolfellow Scud East and Count Nicholas Pavlovich Ignatiev, a vicious Russian army captain. After overhearing plans for the Russian invasion of British India, Flashman and East escape, but Flashman is recaptured. He is taken by Ignatiev across central Asia as part of his plans to conquer India but is subsequently rescued from prison by cohorts of Yaqub Beg. Tajik and Uzbek warriors attack and destroy the Russian fleet with the aid of Flashman, who had been drugged with hashish.
Flashman is at Balmoral Castle as a guest of Queen Victoria; he meets Lord Palmerston, who recruits him to go to Jhansi in India and investigate rumours of a rebellion among the Sepoys. Flashman again encounters Nicholas Pavlovich Ignatiev, and the Russian tries to kill him while hunting. Once in Jhansi he meets the queen, Rani Lakshmibai. He listens to her grievances against the British Raj and attempts to seduce her. Shortly afterwards he is nearly garroted by Thuggees and assumes the disguise of Makarram Khan, a Hasanzai of the Black Mountain, and takes refuge in the native cavalry at Meerut. While there, the Sepoy Mutiny begins. Flashman survives the Siege of Cawnpore and the Siege of Lucknow but ends up imprisoned in Gwalior after an attempt to deliver Lakshmi into British hands. He is released just in time to witness her death in battle. In the aftermath Flashman is awarded the Victoria Cross and is knighted; he is also given a copy of the recently published Tom Brown’s School Days, which describes him being a bully and a coward while at school.
Flashman meets Tom Brown, a former acquaintance from Rugby School, and agrees to play cricket at Lord’s Cricket Ground for a team made up of Old Rugbeians. Following separate threats from a bookmaker and a Duke, Flashman accompanies Don Solomon Haslam—a businessman from the East Indies—Elspeth and his father-in-law on a trip to Singapore. Once there, Haslam reveals himself to be the pirate Sulieman Usman, and he kidnaps Elspeth. Flashman reluctantly gives chase in the company of James Brooke to rescue her but is himself captured by Usman. He escapes from Usman’s ship at Madagascar, but is captured and enslaved by the Malagasy, eventually becoming military advisor and lover to Queen Ranavalona I. He and his wife finally escape from the island during an Anglo-French naval attack.
Part one In his haste to leave New Orleans and avoid arrest, Flashman agrees to accompany Susie Willinck and her company of prostitutes westwards on the California Gold Rush; Willinck forces him into marriage before the journey. Despite being attacked by a band of Comanche on the journey, they reach Santa Fe, New Mexico, where Flashman absconds with $2,000 made from selling one of the prostitutes, Cleonie, to Navajos. Flashman falls in with a group of travellers but he discovers them to be scalp-hunters, when they attack a band of Apaches. Flashman joins in but refuses to take any scalps or rape captive women, and when the scalp-hunters are attacked by the remainder of the tribe, he is saved and marries Sonsee-Array, the daughter of chief, Mangas Coloradas. He eventually escapes and is saved by Kit Carson on the Jornada del Muerto. Part two In 1875 Flashman returns to America with his wife, Elspeth. Later, in Washington DC, he meets George Armstrong Custer and Mrs. Arthur B. Candy, and travels to Bismarck, North Dakota, with Mrs. Candy to pursue a carnal relationship. She reveals herself to be the former slave Cleonie, and he is kidnapped by Sioux and kept captive at Greasy Grass. He escapes just in time to take part in the Battle of the Little Bighorn, where he sees the defeat and death of Custer—possibly being the one who kills him. Flashman is captured, partly scalped and hidden by Frank Grouard, who reveals himself to be his illegitimate son from Cleonie. Grouard breaks a promise to his mother and decides not to kill Flashman, but instead takes him back to Deadwood, Dakota Territory.
While in Hong Kong, Flashman is reluctantly persuaded by an English vicar’s wife to escort a shipment of opium into Canton; en route he discovers that instead of opium he is carrying guns to the Taiping rebels. He is subsequently put onto the British embassy intelligence staff in Shanghai. He then travels to the mouth of the Peiho to join Lord Elgin‘s staff for his march to Peking. During the course of the march he is captured by Qing imperial troops and becomes the prisoner and lover of Yehonala, the imperial concubine. He is finally freed when the British army arrives at Peking; he then witnesses the destruction of the imperial Summer Palace.
Flashman is in India, and is dispatched by Major George Broadfoot to the Punjab, masquerading as a solicitor attempting to settle the Soochet legacy with Maharani Jind Kaur. After becoming entangled in the intrigues of the Punjabi court, Flashman is forced to flee at the outbreak of the First Sikh War, but becomes involved in plans by the Punjabi nobility to curb the power of the Khalsa. Returning to the relative safety of the British forces, Flashman arrives just in time to become an unwilling participant in the attack on Ferozepore. Injured, he attempts to avoid the rest of the war in a sick bed, but is called on by Jind Kaur to smuggle her son Duleep Singh and the Koh-I-Noor diamond out of the country.
While in South Africa Flashman has a chance meeting with John Charity Spring. Spring drugs Flashman and ships him to the US, where charges are still outstanding against him. Flashman avoids the authorities, but is found by Crixus, a leader of the Underground Railroad, who blackmails him into joining John Brown and taking part in his raid on Harpers Ferry. He is accompanied by one of Crixus’ followers, a black man named Joe Simmons, who actually works for the Kuklos, a forerunner of the Ku Klux Klan. The Kuklos also want Flashman to help Brown, but in order to start a civil war. The wife of the leader of the Kuklos works for Allan Pinkerton, who also wants Flashman to join with Brown, but to slow him down and prevent the raid into the South from ever happening. Despite Flashman’s attempts, the raid goes ahead and he is caught in the arsenal when the US Marines attack.
“The Road to Charing Cross“— Flashman goes to Berlin with Henri Blowitz to help get a copy of the Treaty of Berlin and publish it in The Times. Five years later, he is trying to avoid being sent to Sudan with Charles George Gordon when a letter from Blowitz arrives inviting him to Paris. He rides the maiden journey of the Orient Express and is blackmailed by Bismarck into joining Rupert Willem von Starnberg (the son of the villain from Royal Flash). Flashman and Starnberg are instructed by Bismarck to save Emperor Franz Josef from assassination by Magyar nationalists, but Flashman is in turn tricked by Starnberg, who is one of the assassins.
“The Subtleties of Baccarat“—Flashman is an observer of the Tranby Croft affair, which he discovers was caused by his wife.
“Flashman and the Tiger“—Flashman meets “Tiger Jack” Moran in the aftermath of the Battle of Isandlwana; the pair escape to Rorke’s Drift. Years later Moran reveals he was the cabin boy on Captain John Charity Spring’s ship, the Balliol College (see Flash for Freedom!); he has been seeking revenge against the ship’s crew and was blackmailing Flashman’s granddaughter in order to sleep with her. While trying to kill him, Flashman is mistaken for a tramp by Sherlock Holmes, while the police arrest Moran for trying to kill Holmes (see “The Adventure of the Empty House“).
While in Trieste, Flashman meets an old school friend, Jack Speedicut, who enlists him to escort a shipment of Maria Theresa thalers to General Robert Napier. Napier is based in Abyssinia, on a military expedition against King Tewodros II. On Flashman’s arrival in Abyssinia, Napier enlists him and despatches him on a secret undercover mission to recruit Queen Masteeat and her Galla people, who are opposed to Tewodros. Flashman succeeds in enlisting the assistance of Queen Masteeat but is then captured by Tewodros’ forces. Flashman is held captive while Napier’s forces advance and then storm the capital Magdala, and is present when the king commits suicide.
The Flashman Papers is a series of novels and short stories written by George MacDonald Fraser, the first of which was published in 1969. The books centre on the exploits of the fictional protagonist Harry Flashman. He is a cowardly British soldier, rake and cad who is placed in a series of real historical incidents between 1839 and 1894. While the incidents and much of the detail in the novels have a factual background, Flashman’s actions in the stories are either fictional, or Fraser uses the actions of unidentified individuals and assigns them to Flashman. Flashman is a character in the 1857 novel by Thomas Hughes, Tom Brown’s School Days; Hughes’ version of the character is a bully at Rugby School who is expelled for drunkenness. The character was then developed by Fraser and appeared in the 1969 novel Flashman. Fraser went on to write a total of eleven novels and one collection of short stories featuring the character.
During the course of Fraser’s novels, Flashman goes from his expulsion from school into the army. Although he is a coward who tries to run away from any danger, he is involved in many famous military episodes from the 19th century, often taking actions that cause or affect subsequent events, such as his flatulence affecting the Charge of the Light Brigade,[a] or being the person who probably shot George Armstrong Custer. When circumstances run against him and he is forced to fight, he often does so relatively capably. Despite his cowardice and his attempts to flee, he becomes a decorated war hero and rises to the rank of brigadier-general. He also meets people who either were notable at the time—such as Benjamin Disraeli and the Duke of Wellington—or who became well known after Flashman met them—such as Abraham Lincoln. Flashman either has, or tries to have, sex with most of the female characters: by the tenth book he estimates that he has had sex with 480 women.
The publication sequence of the books differs from the fictional chronology, with the time frame of some books overlapping. One of the novels, Flashman and the Redskins, is in two parts: part one takes place in 1849–50, while the second covers 1875–76. Although the main series of stories finishes in 1894, Flashman lives on until 1915 and appears in his late 80s in another Fraser novel, Mr American.
The great mass of manuscript known as the Flashman papers was discovered during a sale of household furniture … The papers, which had apparently lain untouched for fifty years, in a tea chest … were carefully wrapped in oilskin covers.
The series consists of twelve historical fiction books written by the journalist, author and screenwriter George MacDonald Fraser, that were published between 1969 and 2005. The series consists of eleven novels and one collection of short stories, spanning from 1839 to 1894; they are the memoirs of the fictional character General Sir Harry Paget Flashman, VC, KCB, KCIE. Although Flashman is fictional, the settings and history of the events, and the people with whom he interacts are all largely based around historical events and individuals, although three contain elements of other novels.[3][b] Flashman first appeared in the 1857 semi-autobiographical novel Tom Brown’s School Days by Thomas Hughes as a bully at Rugby School, who persecutes Tom Brown, and who is expelled for drunkenness: Fraser’s series of novels starts with Flashman’s expulsion from school. Based on a literary conceit, an explanatory note—itself also fictional—at the start of Flashman sets the context and explains that the memoirs had been found in an auction house in Ashby, Leicestershire, and had subsequently come into the possession of Fraser, who has acted in the role of editor.[6] Fraser also included pages of notes and appendices at the end of each volume, providing the factual background for Flashman’s endeavours.[3]
Fraser was working as a journalist on The Glasgow Herald when he wrote the first novel, Flashman; writing in the evenings, after work, he took 90 hours in total to write the story.[7][8] After the book was published, he left journalism and took up writing novels.[7] When a break from writing was forced upon him by a broken arm, he abandoned the book until his wife read the manuscript and urged him to finish.[8] He did not find a publisher for the novel for two years, until Barrie & Jenkins published it in 1969.[8] When the novel was published in the US the same year, of the 34 reviews read by Alden Whitman of The New York Times, ten of them considered the book to be a genuine autobiography.[9] Fraser researched each novel at Trinity College Dublin.[10] From their first publication, the books were a commercial success,[11] and new editions appeared on the best-sellers’ lists.[12]
FLASHMAN, Harry Paget, brigadier-general, V.C., K.C.B., K.C.I.E.: Chevalier, Legion of Honour; Order of Maria Theresa, Austria; Order of the Elephant, Denmark (temporary); US Medal of Honor; San Serafino Order of Purity and Truth, 4th class
Flashman is from a semi-aristocratic background; he recounted that his great-grandfather “made a fortune in America out of slaves and rum, and piracy, too, I shouldn’t wonder”.[14] His father was “a dissolute former MP, living beyond the bounds of respectable society, and … his mother [was] born of the self-promoting Paget family“.[15] Despite joining the army after expulsion from school, Flashman is a self-confessed coward with a false reputation for bravery, earned at the expense of others, and despite him trying to avoid danger at all costs.[16] He is also “a scoundrel, a drunk, a liar, a cheat [and] a braggart”,[7] who was described by Fraser as “an unrepentant old cad” whose only positive features are “humour and shameless honesty as a memorialist”.[17]
Flashman is 6 feet 2 inches (1.88 m) tall, weighs 13 stone (180 lb; 83 kg) (12½ stone in the first book, fourteen stone in the last), has broad shoulders and is attractive to women.[15][c] He was forced into marriage in the first book, after he “caddishly deflowered” Elspeth Morrison,[3] the daughter of a wealthy Scottish textile manufacturer with whom he had been billeted.[15] Despite being married—and the fact he deeply loves his wife—Flashman is “a compulsive womaniser”[10] who has bedded 480 women by the tenth book in the series, which was set in 1859.[20] Elspeth is also probably unfaithful to him on several occasions.[15] Flashman notes that he has three “prime talents, for horses, languages, and fornication”;[21] he was also described by the master-at-arms of the 11th Hussars as a strong swordsman[22] and was skilled with a lance, particularly at tent pegging.[23] When it is necessary for him to control his fear, he will perform bravely, although is more adept at saving his own skin at the expense of others.[10]
In the course of the series, Flashman is promoted to the rank of brigadier-general and decorated numerous times by different countries. While the books cover some of the awards—such as being given the Victoria Cross for his actions during the sieges of Cawnpore and Lucknow[24]—some stories are not known, such as how and why he served on both sides of the American Civil War and how he won the Medal of Honor.[25][d]
April Poetry Madness 2024 April 26 to April 30, 2024 Poems
This is the fifth and final batch of my April Poetry Madness challenge poems, (for April 21 to April 25), following daily prompts supplied by Poetry Superhighway, Writer’s Digest, Writing Com Dew Drop Inn, and NaPoWriMo. I am not posting any more PSH poems, as I need to keep some unpublished for future submissions.
I have included the poem, the prompt, and occasionally a bonus poem or comment or two. I am also cross-posting this on All Poetry, Blog Lovin, Cosmos Funnel, Facebook, Fan Story, Instagram, LinkedIn, Medium, Substack, Wattpad, Writer’s Digest, Writing Com, and Twitter. This is probably my last time doing this. Just getting too old to keep up.
NaPoWrMo The Parliament of Owls Decree Death to All Humans
AV version The Parliament of Owls Decree Death to All Humans
April 5, 2024
PSH Love Expressed Through Food
WD Tell Me No Lies
WC Make Baseball Great Again!
NaPoWrMo Resurrecting the Dodo Bird
April 6
PSH Cosmic Dog From Goa
WD Meeting My Fate Minimum Poem
WC Daily Ritual Drinks
NaPoWrMo Only In SF
Part Two
April 7
PSH Visiting My Father’s Grave
Bonus: Yakima Dessert Blues
WD Meeting My Fate Minimum Poem
WC Why Trump?
NaPoWrMo Planetary Nut Re-Configuration Program
April 8
PSH Area Codes
WD My Lucky Number
WC Economic Perception Delay
NaPoWrMo Wish You Were Here
April 9
PSH Dearly Beloved
WD the Major Event of My Life
WC Death to All Humans
NaPoWrMo My Dysfunctional Family
April 10
PSH You Can’t Write That!
WD Better Political Discourse Needed
WC Green Trees Don’t Make It
AI Bing Version
NaPoWrMo Ode to My Coffee Pot
April 11
PSH Quote Poem About 9-11
WD Crazy Love Nonet
WC April 11—Eclipse/d two Lunatic Lune Poems about the Eclipse
NaPoWrMo Tribute to John Dean
April 12
PSH Subway Journey
WD Old Man Lost In His Old Memories
WC Civil War 2.0
NaPoWrMo 11 One Liners
April 13
PSH First Time to Eat Kimchi
WD Five Trumpian Humor Poetic Fragments
WC April 13—Discovery Shooting Down the Alien Visitors
NaPoWrMo Saga of Big Daddy
April 14
PSH 99 Haiku TBC
WD life worth Living
WC Tech Peeves
NaPoWrMo Shy Man Fishing
Part Three
Not posting PSH saving them as “unpublished)
Writer Digest Poems
April 15 New Middle Poem Middle Of Political Silly Season In The U.S. Trigger Warning Mild Political Rant
April 16 Trump Shardona Poem
April 17 New Tuesday prompt write a Shadorma poem about recent tech layoffs CEO To Labor Units of Production Shardona – You are Not Wanted
April 18 WD pessimistic Poem -not the Way to Fire People New Rules in the New Corporation World
April 19 Emotion Poem -fears of falling
April 20 The circus bear escapes
Bear in collar hears praise while rambling
alt. bonus poem Met And Married My Dream Lady
Writing Com Dew Drop Inn Prompts
WC April 15 Lament Drifting Towards Civil War 2.0
WC Prove Something – God’s Demented Sense of Humor
WC Question something -The basic decency and sanity of Americans
WC Scumbagology
WC Comedy – The Donald Trump Show is Getting Old
NaPoWriMo Prompts
April 15
My stamp collection
April 16
Late Night Earthquake Blues
April 17
What is Hip?
April 18 It’s A Dog’s Life for Me
April 19
Hunting the Monsters in Hell
Day 20 Trail of Tears – My Family Connection
Part four
Writer’s Digest Prompts
April 21 Romantic Trope -Fairy Tale Romance
April 22 Gaii’s Calls for Revenge Against Humanity Earth Day Nightmare
April 23 Donald Trump’s Trials the Heart of the Matter
April 24 Maximum Cruelty in the Name of Jesus in the Point
April 25 Insight into Trump Incite Homonym Poem
Writing Com Dew Drop Inn Prompts
April 21—Salient Image (poem based on one concrete thing you remember at day’s end) Seeing My Wife
April 22— Serio-comic dilemma -Election Choices Trigger Warning -Anti-Trump Rant!
April 23—Let Shakespeare be your inspiration – Fairy Tale Romance
April 24—Unexplored Desire Rule of Ten
April 25 TV Show Rocky and Bullwinkle background info
NaPoWriMo Poems
April 21 News Gives Me the Blues
April 22 Coffee and Tea endless argument – which is better?
April 23 Batman Feeling the Blues Kojiki Poem
April 24 the Dream of the Sphinx
April 25 Proust Questionnaire
Part Five
Writers Digest Prompts
Day 26 Life as a Coffee Pot
April 27 Old Man Lost In His Memories -Cornish Sonnet re-mix
April 27 Old Man Lost in his memories
April 28 I saw my Father Die Double Cinquain
April 29 Until the end of time
April 30 Beginning Of My Life Dream Cherita
Writing Com Dew Drop Inn Prompts
April 26—Noise Now My Home Korea
April 27—Beauty Korean Land of K Beauties
April 28 Secrets Diplomatic Secrets to Take to My Grave
April 29—The sense of an ending End of Trump Reality TV Show?
NaPoWriMo Prompts
Day 26 “Nattering Nabobs of Negativity April Poetry
Day 27 Insomnia Blues An American Sonnet
April 28 Meeting Dream Girl Sijo
April 29 Saga of Big Daddy
April 30 The Grim Reaper Gathers His Posse
Begin Poems
Writer’s Digest
Day 26 Life as a Coffee Pot
coffee
If I were to come back
As an inanimate object,
I would come back
As a coffee pot.
Giving pleasure
Every morning
To my master and friends.
As they enjoy the fresh coffee,
That is my Buddha nature
To make for them.
For today’s prompt, write a persona poem. A persona poem is just a poem narrated in the voice of a persona who is not yourself. Like I could write a persona poem in the voice of Batman or SpongeBob SquarePants or an abandoned payphone beside an abandoned gas station (which I just might do) or a stray cat. Pick someone or something, take on its persona, and write
2024 April PAD Challenge: Day 28
Remix title: Old Man Lost In His Old Memories
converted to Cornish Sonnet form
Sam Adams thought about that date.
On a fine date in September.
For that was the day he met his fate.
Sparks flew from heart to heart.
A date he would always remember.
She soon became his sweetheart.
When he saw on the bus he knew
That she would be his forever.
And that he would never feel blue.
As long as she was by his side.
He vowed they would be happy forever
As long as she was by his bedside.
Sam Adams thought about that date.
On a fine date in September.
The Cornish Sonnet is said by an internet source to be influenced by Arab traders to the Cornish coast . This verse form appears to be a merging of Arabic meter and the sonnet. Exactly when and how this came about I have yet to pin down. Early Cornish verse is fragmented and stingy at best. The earliest literature in the Cornish language were fragments of religious plays. The language became all but extinct by the 18th century but what was preserved demonstrates some verse in octaves using 7 syllable loose trochaic lines and alternating rhyme. Unlike verse from other Celtic origins, deliberate use of alliteration or other devices of “harmony of sound” are not present. This sonnet form doesn’t fit with these early findings so I can only assume that it arrived on the scene much later than originally presumed.
The elements of the Cornish Sonnet are:
lyrical meditation.
a quatorzain, 2 sestetsmade up of linked enclosed tercets, followed by a refrain which is the repeat of the first line of each sestet.
metered at the discretion of the poet, lines should be of similar length.
rhymed Ababcc Defdef AD The first line of each sestet are repeated in refrain in the last couplet.
The sonnet can be written with an alternate rhyme scheme aaabcbc defdef CF In this scenario the last line of each sestet is repeated in refrain in the last couplet.
I opted to not use traditional meter as I generally don’t handle that well for some reason
original poem about old man lost in his memories – spelling out his memories of meeting his wife
Memories
Of past events
Yesterdays
Overwhelming
An old man
Lost in his past
Can’t sleep at 0 dark hundred.
Note: “ O dark hundred” is military/intel jargon referring to the time two to three hours before dawn when operatives get up to get ready for dawn operations. Depending on the location and time of year it is between 2 a.m. to 5 a.m.
for me is 3 a.m. and 5 a.m. when I get the insomnia blues.
For today’s prompt, write a remix poem. Just remix one of your poems. It could be from earlier in this month or even from before this challenge. But take one of your already existing poems and remix it. If it’s a sonnet, make it free verse. If it’s free verse, try turning it into a triolet or villanelle. Have fun with it.
April 28 Dead Poem I saw my Father Die Double Cinquain
Curtis Cosmos Aller, Jr
Visiting My Father’s Grave
My father died.
when i saw my dad lying there.
I sensed his soul departing from his dead body.
It was as if a light had gone out, his soul escaped from his life.
I knew death then.
Prompt:
We are going to start Poetry Week with the Double Cinquain.
On an Internet search for new poetry forms, I found the Double Cinquain. The structure is quite the same, compared with the Cinquain, only the syllables have doubled.
How did the Cinquain go?
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The Double Cinquain have twice as many syllables, but still five lines.
So in a scheme it looks:
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Write a poem every day of April with the 2024 April Poem-A-Day Challenge. For today’s prompt, write a dead poem.
For today’s prompt, write a dead poem. Back on day 13, we wrote living poems. Now, we’re going to inspect the other side of that coin. A dead poem could take place at a funeral or involve a wilting flower that’s already been picked. Or it could involve the undead (like zombies and vampires). Or maybe a dead language, a dead culture, or as some people like to say, they’re just “dead inside.”
2024 April PAD Challenge: Day 29 Until the End of Time Tripple Cherita Poem
lovers kissing
I will love you from now
Until The end of time.
and beyond death
When we met, we both knew
we were Soul mates
Who were fated to meet.
Our love was stronger
Then time and space
And we found each other
As we looked at each other
Sparks flew between heart-to-heart
As we stared at each other
With love blazing from your eyes.
You hypnotized me
Mesmerized me
You put a spell on me
You love Mojo working overtime.
And I knew that I was yours.
Write a poem every day of April with the 2024 April Poem-A-Day Challenge. For today’s prompt, write a Until Blank poem.
Tomorrow is the final day of this challenge but remember: This challenge ain’t over until it’s over, so…
For today’s prompt, take the phrase “Until (blank),” replace the blank with a new word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Possible titles might include: “Until the End of Time,” “Until the Cows Come Home,” “Until I Finish This Poem,” and/or “Until You Get Your Chores Done.”
2024 April PAD Challenge: Day 30 Beginning Of My Life Dream Cherita
My life
Began one day
In September.
When my dream lady
Walked off a bus
Into my life.
Write a poem every day of April with the 2024 April Poem-A-Day Challenge. For today’s prompt, we have our fifth (and final) Two-for-Tuesday prompt.
Today is our fifth (and final) Two-for-Tuesday prompt, and also the final prompt of the 2024 April Poem-A-Day Challenge. But it’s not the final prompt(s) of the year, because we’ll get back to Wednesday Poetry Prompts every week beginning tomorrow, and I am planning to lead the 17th annual November Poem-A-Day Chapbook Challenge in November (look for the guidelines in October).
For today’s Two-for-Tuesday prompt:
Write at The End poem, and/or…
Write a Beginning poem.
Writing Com Dew Drop Inn Prompts
April 26—Noise Now My Home Korea
When I first came
To South Korea in 1979
To do my Peace Corps duty
In a rural country town,
I thought that the old name
Of Korea
“the land of the morning calm”
Was absurd.
Korea was a noisy place
From early morning on.
Cars, horns, radio TV blaring
People talking to crowds everywhere
At night people drink and dine.
And loudspeakers
Blasting you awake
At 6 a.m.
And during elections
Sound trucks everywhere.
Now 45 years later
It is my home
No longer noisy
Chaotic exotic place
Just home.
April 27—Beauty Korean Land of K Beauties
lovers in the rain
I live in Korea
The land of plastic surgery
K beauty products.
Korean women are
Among the most beautiful
Woman in the world.
The cult of the beautiful
Everywhere you go
You see beautiful women
And men on the street,
And I realized I married
The most beautiful woman
In the world,
When I met and married
My Dream lady.
April 28 Secrets Diplomatic Secrets to Take to My Grave
I worked for 27 years
as a US diplomat
and witnessed a lot of things
that were and are considered
secrets.
– and we are trained
to keep these secrets
secret.
and I will no doubt die
and take some secrets
to my grave.
April 29—The sense of an ending End of Trump Reality TV Show?
While watching the Trump trials
I sense an ending
To the Trump Reality TV show.
As he is revealed to be
What he is
Nothing but a charlatan
A con man, a grifter.
And he is not the King
Not a dictator, and not a genius,
He seems to be just a tired old man
Finally, being held accountable.
For decades of alleged misconduct
Fraudulent business and political
Crimes include inciting a riot.
Stealing national secrets
And so many over.
Yet the polls show
He could become our next President
Perhaps I am seeing the end
Of democracy playing out
On my TV screen?
Dear God, I pray
Make it all go way
Retire Trump from the game
April 30 Poem About Poetry Why Do I Write?
Why Do I write
These poems every day?
Why do I spend so much time
Writing down these verses
That few will ever see?
Why do I bother?
The only answer is because
I must write daily
My inner muse compels me
And I have to write down
These mad thoughts.
And share them
With the world
Even if no one reads them
Other than my wife
And some of my friends.
I have no choice
That is what I am.
I am just a writer,
And a mad poet
At heart.
NaPoWriMo Prompts
Day 26 “Nattering Nabobs of Negativity April Poetry
(Original Caption) 8/22/1972-Miami Beach, Florida: President Richard Nixon will be inaugurated for a second term on Jan. 20, 1973. Nixon and Vice President Spiro T. Agnew wave and smile to the audience of the 1972 Republican National Convention after they acknowledged their re-nomination.
Before there was Donald Trump’s tirade
Against the false fraudulent fake news
Enemies of the people
For being a “lying liberal leftwing lunatic “
Peddling “fake fraudulent falsehoods”
Fake false news.
There was Nixon and Agnew’s crusade
Against their enemies
In the so-called Liberal media
VP Agnew who resigned
To avoid going to prison
Before Nixon’s downfall
Was famous for his quotes
One of his best quotes
Was this little gem
Filled with alliteration
He called out the press
For being
“Nattering Nabobs of Negativity.”
Happy final Friday of Na/GloPoWriMo, everyone!
Our featured participant for the day is Words With Ruth, where we get a dating profile in response to Day 25’s Proust Questionnaire prompt.
And now for our (optional) prompt. Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem that involves alliteration, consonance, and assonance. Alliteration is the repetition of a particular consonant sound at the beginning of multiple words. Consonance is the repetition of consonant sounds elsewhere in multiple words, and assonance is the repetition of vowel sounds. Traci Brimhall’s poem “A Group of Moths” provides a great example of these poetic devices at work, with each line playing with different sounds that seem to move the poem along on a sonorous wave.
Your poem doesn’t have to be as complex as all that, though. Just pick a consonant or two and a vowel and dive right into the wonderful world (hey, there’s some alliteration/consonance/assonance right there) of sound.
Presidency:
In 1968, Richard Nixon asked Agnew to place his name in nomination for the vice presidency, and he became Nixon’s running mate.
Agnew gained national recognition for his colorful speeches denouncing Vietnam War protesters and other opponents of the Nixon administration.
He was despised by many Democrats but pleased Republicans with his rhetoric.
Resignation:
Agnew’s downfall began in 1973 when he was investigated for extortion, bribery, and income-tax violations related to his tenure as governor of Maryland.
Faced with federal indictments, he resigned on October 10, 1973, becoming the second person to resign the vice presidency (after John C. Calhoun in 1832) and the first to do so under duress.
Death: Spiro Agnew passed away on September 17, 1996, in Berlin, Maryland.
A very happy twenty-seventh day of Na/GloPoWriMo to you all.
Today, our featured daily participant is Peregrine Buffington, where you’ll not only find a lot of alliteration, consonance, and assonance in response to Day 26’s prompt, but you’ll find it in abecedarian form.
Our featured resource for the day is Poetry Pause, the “daily dispatch” of the League of Canadian Poets.
And now for our prompt – optional, as always! Today we’d like to challenge you to write an “American sonnet.” What’s that? Well, it’s like a regular sonnet but . . . fewer rules? Like a traditional Spencerian or Shakespearean sonnet, an American sonnet is shortish (generally 14 lines, but not necessarily!), discursive, and tends to end with a bang, but there’s no need to have a rhyme scheme or even a specific meter.
April 28, 2024 Meeting Dream Girl Sijo
On that date,
In September, I met my fate.
When she came to life.
We met first in my nightly dreams
I knew I had met
My soul mate.
based on my true love story.
Finally, our optional prompt for the day asks you to try your hand at writing a sijo. This is a traditional Korean verse form. A sijo has three lines of 14-16 syllables. The first line introduces the poem’s theme, the second discusses it, and the third line, which is divided into two sentences or clauses, ends the poem – usually with some kind of twist or surprise.
You could also write a sijo in six lines – at least when it comes to translating classical sijo into English, translators seem to have developed this habit, as you can see from these translations of poems by Jong Moong-Ju and U Tak.
April 29 Clandestine – Saga of Big Daddy
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Big Daddy lived in the shadow worlds
in the clandestine underground.
He was an ex-University of Arkansas
And Dallas Cowboy player.
Who had worked for the CIA
After the agency fired him
For murdering enemies
Of the state at home.
In contravention of agency rules,
But they retained his services
From time to time.
He became a legendary figure
He was a cipher, a ghost,
a Machiavellian intel operative
A spy, a spook, a secret agent man,
living in the clandestine shadows..
No one knew his real name
Called him Big Daddy.
Or his latest covert name.
And he had hundreds
Of cover legends.
He officially did not exist,
As his agency had officially
Terminated him years ago.
He now worked for an agency
That did not exist.
The same agency
That had terminated his legal existence
For matters of national security.
He lived in the
clandestine Shadowlands
Of the third world.
In nameless hellhole slums
And clandestine, dark,
secret dungeons.
Where he would do what needed
To be done
Killing those that needed killing
At the instructions
Of his unseen masters.
He was just a rumor
Living in the shadow worlds
working for a clandestine
unnamed agency
that did not exist.
An intel operative
The best of the best at what he did
Which was creative interrogation.
His favorite choice
Was the creative use of
An electric shock,
Imaginary or not
But sometimes
It had an outcome
An unimaginable outcome.
His worst nightmare
The victim is released
And sues him
And the agencies
That he worked for.
But so far
It has not happened
As no one knew
His real name
And the government
Did not know too.
So justice
was never served
On Big Daddy.
April 30
And now for our optional prompt. If you’ve been paying attention to pop-music news over the past couple of weeks, you may know that Taylor Swift has released a new double album titled “The Tortured Poets Department.” In recognition of this occasion, Merriam-Webster put together a list of ten words from Taylor Swift songs. We hope you don’t find this too torturous yourself, but we’d like to challenge you to select one these words and write a poem that uses the word as its title.
Clandestine
Song Title/Album: “illicit affairs” / folklore
Lyric: “And that’s the thing about illicit affairs / And clandestine meetings and longing stares”
Definition: done in a private place or way done secretly
About the Word:Clandestine is an adjective that is often used as a substitute for secret and covert, and it is commonly applied to actions that involve secrecy maintained for an evil, illicit (as in “illicit affairs”), or unauthorized purpose. It comes to English by way of Middle French, from Latin clandestine, which is itself from Latin clam, meaning “secretly.” Although people involved in clandestine activities tend to clam up when asked about them, the bivalveclam has no relation to the Latin clam, but comes instead from the Old English word clam, meaning “bond” or “fetter.”
Machiavellian
Song Title/Album: “Mastermind” / Midnights
Lyric: “I’m only cryptic and Machiavellian ‘because I care”
Definition: using clever lies and tricks in order to get or achieve something : clever and dishonest
About the Word: While inspiring an adjective (such as Swiftian) may seem like a fine way to achieve linguistic immortality, it must be said that many words taken from people’s names are not as complimentary. Machiavellian—which describes things marked by cunning, duplicity, or bad faith—comes from the Italian political philosopher Niccolò Machiavelli (1469-1527), the author of the most famous treatise on bare-knuckled politics ever published, The Prince, which brought him a reputation as an immoral cynic and even a teacher of evil.
April 30 The Grim Reaper Gathers His Posse
cheating death
It was Halloween night
A night that all the denizens
Of hell loved.
For on that night
All of hell would break out.
They would celebrate their annual escape
On Halloween, they are allowed
To go to the surface sunlit lands.
For a night of drinking,
Drugging and wilding
As bad craziness descends
Upon the land.
The Grim Reaper and his posse
Dressed up as cosmic court jesters
Dressed as fools.
They descended upon the world
And a night of chaos fell upon the land.
Thousands died, as the Grim Reaper
Added to his quota.
Bonus kills were bonus points.
He returned to hell with his minions,
And the souls of the dead
Who soon became mere ghosts.
Their voices crying in the wind
Echoing through time.
And now for our last prompt of the year – optional, as always! Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem in which the speaker is identified with, or compared to, a character from myth or legend, as in Claire Scott’s poem “Scheherazade at the Doctor’s Office.”
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
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.
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Index
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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]
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
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 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
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
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.
#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
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:
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
watching the TV
The news droning on and on
Makes me feel the blues
coffee
Coffee
Must drink more
Just hot
drinking a hot cup
coffee kick starting my day
waiting for my wife
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 :
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.
Poetry Superhighway will publish my poem, “Thoughts on Visiting the Holocaust Memorial Museum “On April 25, 2022. They had published my poem, “Never Again” in their 22nd annual Yom HaShoah edition in April 2020.
Dear Jake,
Thanks for sending work to Poetry Super Highway for us to consider for our 24th annual Yom HaShoah (Holocaust Remembrance Day) issue.
We will be publishing your poem “Thoughts on Visiting the Holocaust Memorial Museum in DC ” in this issue, which will go online Saturday morning (Pacific) and officially published during the dates of April 25 – May 1, and then forever thereafter in our Past Poets of the Week Archive.
Congratulations and thanks very much for participating in this special annual project.
Thoughts on Visiting the Holocaust Memorial Museum in DC Never Again -published in April 2022 20th Yom HaShoah PSH special edition
Other Holocaust Poems submitted
Holocaust Remembrance in The Trump Era Holocaust Remembrance in the Biden Era
Thoughts on Visiting the Holocaust Memorial Museum in DC
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San Adams
Had never been
To the Holocaust Museum,
Despite the fact
He had lived
And worked in DC for decades.
One day after he retired
He said to himself
It was long past time
To finally see the holocaust museum.
He went the week
After Charleston,
When the mob had chanted,
Jews will not replace us.
The museum affected him deeply
He had just confirmed
Through DNA
That he had at least 10 percent
Jewish ancestry
Among the 18 other nationalities
Swirling among his bloodlines.
Sam Adams was concerned
Those elements of antisemitism
We’re emerging among
The MAGA crowd.
But he dismissed
The fears that Trump
Was another Hitler
As liberal hyperbole.
It could not happen here
A new holocaust
Would never happen
But now he was not so sure.
Neo-Fascism Must Be Defeated Again
candles
In this day and age of fake news
And neo-fascism rising yet again
It is important to bear witness
To the undeniable fact
That the holocaust can never come again
That is what we must vow every day.
Never again!
The rest of the poems I submitted follow:
Holocaust Remembrance in The Trump Era
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While touring the Holocaust Museum
For the first time in his life,
Sam Adams
Encountered three young white MAGA boys.
Wearing Red hats and making
Sexually suggestive jokes About Jewish women
While they were touring the Holocaust.
One wondered if the Nazi guards
Were given an opportunity
To have sex with Jewish women
Before they were killed
Sam Adams was very angry
And wanted to confront the MAGA boys.
But finally decided what the hell
It probably would not
Make a difference,
They might think that he was just
An old Jewish man.
And dismiss his complaints.
The Holocaust Museum
Moved him deeply
Because he had just confirmed
Via DNA testing
That he indeed was part Jewish.
Maybe 10%.
He wondered what happened
To his Jewish Cousins
He didn’t even know he had.
And he vowed to himself.
That he would do
All he could to make sure
The world would
Never see another Holocaust.
Holocaust Remembrance in the Biden Era
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Sam Adams thought naively
That when Biden was elected
That the US had turned a corner.
The Trump-inspired
Anti-Semitism, discrimination,
Fear, hatred, and xenophobia.
Would gradually
Fadeaway
As a dark memory.
And that Americans
Would regain a sense of compassion,
Decency, hope, and love.
And a sense
That we are all in this together
As Americans.
Unfortunately, Sam thought
The MAGA Madness had not gone away,
Perhaps it was getting worse.
He was concerned that the recent
Anti-Asian violence could spread
Out of control.
And underlying
all that racism and xenophobia
Was anti-Semitism
Sam thought
If Trump becomes president again,
There’s a strong possibility
We could end up
with another Holocaust.
Perhaps this time targeted against
Asians, communists, blacks,
Coastal elites, democrats, Drug users,
foreigners, Hispanics, Gays,
Mexicans, Muslims, and socialists.
Of course, Jewish people
Would eventually
be rounded up.
Underlying all racism
Lies a deep vein
Of anti-Semitism.
Sam Adams felt depressed.
Realizing the Magna Madness
Was not over.
And another holocaust
Another final solution
Could emerge.
As America embraced
American Style fascism
Under a resurgent Trump
Or his successor demagogue.
For more information, please see the following links
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https://nationaltoday.com › yom-HaShoah
Yom HaShoah -. April 27, 2022. History reminds us of not only what has passed, but it also narrates tales of sufferings and victories, and this is why we celebrate Yom HaShoah, which takes place on Nisan 27. If the 27th is adjacent to the Jewish Sabbath, the date shifts by a day. This year, it begins at sunset on April 27 and ends at sunset …
Yom HaShoah 2022 – Holocaust Memorial Day – יום השואה … https://www.hebcal.com › holidays › yom-HaShoah-2022
Yom HaShoah 2022 / יוֹם הַשּׁוֹאָה 5782 Holocaust Memorial Day ️. Yom HaShoah for Hebrew Year 5782 begins at sundown on Wednesday, 27 April 2022, and ends at nightfall on Thursday, 28 April 2022. Yom HaZikaron HaShoah ve-laG’vurah (יום הזיכרון לשואה ולגבורה; “Holocaust and Heroism Remembrance Day”), known colloquially in Israel and abroad as Yom HaShoah …
Yom Hashoah 2022 – Calendar Date https://www.calendardate.com › yom_hashoah_2022.htm
Yom Hashoah for the year 2022 is celebrated/ observed on sundown of Wednesday, April 27th ending at sundown on Thursday, April 28. Yom Hashoah also called Holocaust Remembrance Day commemorates the lives of the Jewish people who died in the Holocaust of World War 2. This day is remembered in the Hebrew calendar on the 27th day of Nisan.
Yom Hashoah 2022: A Day to Remember | Touro University https://www.touro.edu › news–events › events › yom-HaShoah-042822.php
Zoom. The Touro College Hans Goldschmidt Institute for Human Rights and the Holocaust invites the community to our 2022 Yom Hashoah event for a day of remembrance. Survivor Maritza Shelley will share her story of what she endured in Hungary in 1944, and how she escaped to freedom with her family and eventually relocated to New York City in 1947.
Yom Hashoah 2022 ~ Justice After the Holocaust … https://www.torat-el.org › events › yom-HaShoah-2022-justice-after-the-holocaust
Thursday, April 28, 2022, 10:00 am – 11:00 am. Congregation Torat El is proud to co-sponsor the following Yom HaShoah program: Join Chhange for our annual commemoration of Yom HaShoah with featured speaker Eli Rosenbaum. Eli Rosenbaum is the longest-serving prosecutor and investigator of Nazi criminals in world history, having worked on these …
Please join us for two events on Thursday, April 28th to commemorate Yom HaShoah: 1) Resurfacing Memories of the Holocaust in Bulgaria and the former Yugoslavia Thursday, April 28, 2022, beginning at 9:30 am EDT
Yom Hashoah: 2022 Holocaust Commemoration events | Jewish News http://www.jewishnewsva.org › yom-HaShoah-2022-holocaust-commemoration-events
Yom Hashoah Commemoration. Wednesday, April 27, 6:45 pm. Congregation Beth El. Masks are required. Holocaust survivor, Dr. Al Munzer, is this year’s guest speaker. Born in the Netherlands in 1941, Munzer and his two older sisters were entrusted to two different Gentile families for their protection when their parents sensed peril.
National Yom HaShoah UK Commemoration 2022. Please join us on the evening of Wednesday 27 th April as Yom HaShoah begins, for an online, live National Holocaust Commemoration event, which you will be able to watch here. You can watch last year’s National Holocaust Commemoration, along with other educational content on our YouTube channel.
History Corner – Yom HaShoah 2022 – Temple Emanuel – Rochester https://emanuelrochester.org › history-corner-Yom-hashoah-2022
History Corner – Yom HaShoah 2022. By Carl Wetzstein. In the past, I’ve written about my experiences in the Holocaust and also spoke about Righteous Gentiles, people who helped save Jews during the Holocaust. The accounts of the Righteous Gentiles were second-hand, based on books and articles that I read. This History Corner is based on …
Yom Hashoah – Holocaust Memorial Day – Israel https://www.twinkl.com › event › yom-hashoah-2022
Yom Hashoah April 27, 2022 – April 28, 2022. Homepage » Teaching Topic & Event Resource Calendar » April » Yom Hashoah. What is Yom Hashoah? Yom Hashoah is the annual day of remembrance of the victims of the Holocaust. It is the Jewish Holocaust Memorial Day, observed by Jews worldwide.
Welcome to Cosmos’ annual April Poetry Madness. Last year I wrote 300 poems in one month, this year I will write less as that was just way too much to deal with.
Today’s poems will be April 6th poems followed by April 7 to 10 in separate postings, one per day.
I will post them as I write them, and try to update them every day or so. I will finish May 1 US time, as that will still be April 30 KST (Korea, where I currently reside.) Most will be G rated but a few may not be. I will try to label those or not post them. The topics will be wherever my mad muse takes me, and I usually don’t have a clue until I write them.
I will post here the poems I wrote based on prompts from NaPoWriMo, (the poetry’s world’s equivalence to the annual NaNoWriMo novel competition which I will enter again in November). Writers’ com’s Dew Drop-in, Poetry Super-highway, Writers Digest, and occasionally other prompts. I will write a few more each day, but not post them, as I need to build up more “unpublished poems” for future submissions.
Daily posting All poetry, Anchor, this blog, FB, Medium, PSH, Wattpad, Writing com, and Writer’s Digest.
I will post each poem, followed by the prompt, occasional author and notes, and photos. I will convert it to a podcast later, available on anchor, radio public, blog radio, Spotify, and elsewhere under the name “The World According to Cosmos: or Jake Cosmos Aller. See the following for more information on the podcasts.
At the end of the month, I will add up the total poems written this month, total posted, total not-posted, and total YTD.
I have found that this annual exercise has been a big help in helping me hone my craft as I am entirely self-taught except for having taken the Mod Po class several times. It helps me stretch my poetic muscles. It has been a lot of fun but a challenge.
Sam Adams Goes Down the Rabbit Hole, NaPoWriMo Prompt
Sam Adams was having a bad night
He often would fall into a deep trouble sleep
Where his mind would go down deep
Into the proverbial rabbit holes
Exploring one dark nightmare
After another.
He saw himself in Ukraine
As a front line soldier
Watching the Russians
Come in killing people
Left and right.
Saw the Russians line up
And execute men
Raping women and children
Setting the victims on fire.
Then he was in the U.S.
When the nukes began to fall
All over the world
Armageddon on steroids.
Nuclear madness erupted
The Russians bombing NATO allies
The US, French and British firing back
Berlin, DC, London, Moscow became
Nuclear graveyards.
China bombs Taiwan,
Then invades the island.
India and Pakistan trade nuclear attacks.
Iran attacks Israel and Saudi as well.
North Korea invades the South
Nukes flying over Seoul
And Tokyo
Amid this total madness
Giant ships appear in the sky
And a full scale
the alien invasion begins.
The terrified survivors
flee the carnage
As nuclear winter
settles on the land.
The invaders from the sky
End the war
Enslaving most humans
That had survived.
Somehow Sam Adams and his wife
Were still alive
Living in a refugee camp
Deep in the mountains.
Fleeing the wild animals
The tigers, lions, and wolves
That were feasting on dead humans
And cattle everywhere.
The aliens following the humans
Looking for more to enslave.
The nuclear war though was over
The few remaining soldiers
Fighting against the common enemy,
Sam Adams woke up
Realizing that it was all
Just a nightmare.
Turning on the TV
Watching the carnage in Ukraine
He wondered if his nightmare
Was it an omen of the future?
April 6—Rabbit hole—start a poem on one topic, and let it lead you down a “rabbit hole” of discovery, burrowing into various topics, and maybe ending far, far away from where you started. (Let yourself research this one. Enjoy Google and Wikipedia!)
Love is Blind Dew Drop Inn
lovers winter beach
Love is blind they say
I say that love
is not blind.
Love is openness
Love is richness
Love is visionary.
Love is the smell
Love is the sound
Love is the sight
Of one’s beloved.
And when one is in love
The blind begin to see
The deaf begin to hear
The mute begins to speak
The lame begin to dance.
With love’s embrace
All the senses
Come to life.
April 7—“Play the opposites”—a theatre term I sometimes don’t like! But here I mean: do something unexpected in your poem, once or more than once. Any time you spot a cliché of feeling or words, try its opposite, and somehow make it work!
You PSH
You are everything
That a man could ever
Dream of having,
You are the one
The one true love
The eternal soul mate.
When you first came
I knew that the struggle
For love was over.
For you were the one
And will be
Until the end of time.
April 7, 2021: Poetry Writing Prompt – Dick Westheimer
This poetry writing prompt was submitted by Dick Westheimer:
Write a poem where the only pronoun is “you.”
If you write a poem from this prompt, post it as a comment underneath the prompt in the Poetry Super Highway Facebook Group.
#napowrimo #poetry
The Abundance of Love and Money Writers Digest
many packs of us dollars
I have had an abundance
Of love in my life
My cup does run over
Ever since I met you
My life has been filled
With love and happiness
I have had
an abundance
Of money in my life
When I met you
You were
my lotto ticket
You were my golden pig
You were the jackpot
Of the casino of my life
And now that I am an old man
I am overwhelmed
With such an abundance
Of love, happiness, and wealth
What if I die tomorrow
I will die content
With the abundance
Of everything I enjoyed
In my life with my golden pig.
Write a poem every day of April with the 2022 April Poem-A-Day Challenge. For today’s prompt, write an abundance poem.
So believe it or not, and for better or worse, we’ll be a full week finished with this challenge once we write today’s poem! Are you excited? If so, would you say you have an abundance of excitement?
For today’s prompt, write an abundance poem. There can be an abundance of things, both good and bad. An abundance of sunshine, money, and chocolate. Or an abundance of rain, debt, and liverwurst. Today, I hope there will be an abundance of poeming!
Love drug Local Gems Song Lyrics
When I first saw you in September
A date that I will always remember
I knew then on that date
I had truly met my fate.
For I knew I had fallen under your spell
You had cast a mad love spell on me
Your mojo was working overtime on me
And I would be forever your love slave.
For I had to have you had to make you mine
For you were everything I longed for
Everything I was dreaming of
You were my everything.
Chorus
You were my love bug
You were my love connection
You were my love drug
You were my everything.
My foolish love bugs.
When you walked off that bus
You entered my life
And soon became my wife
And everything changed.
From that moment on
I was you
And you were me
Just the way it should be,
It was 39 years since you walked
Into my life,
Turning it inside out
Tearing it upside down.
And for 39 years together
Every single day, every hour, every minute
Every single second whenever I look at you
I fell madly in love again and again and again.
Just the way it is
Between you and me
For you are my love angel
Sent to rescue me.
Chorus
You were my love bug
You were my love connection
You were my love drug
You were my everything.
My foolish love connection,
When I first saw you there
Your cosmic love vibrations
Sent me flying to the moon
To Jupiter and beyond.
Flying on the back
Of your love
Returning me once more
To your waiting embrace.
Your love came me such a thrill
The thrill has never ended
Like a fine bottle of wine
It gets better and better.
I can no longer imagine
A life without you by my side
And if you go before I do
I will surely soon follow you.
When we met that cosmic date
I knew that I had met my soul mate
And soon we would be together
Until the end of time.
Chorus
You were my love bug
You were my love connection
You were my love drug
You were my everything
My lovely love drug.
You were my love drug
I did not need any other
With your love by my side
I did not need alcohol
I did not need acid
I did not need booze
I do not need Cialis
I did not need cocaine
I did not need heroin
I did not need magic mushrooms
I did not need speed
I did not need Viagra
For you were all that I ever needed
You were indeed my love drug.
Chorus
You were my love bug
You were my love connection
You were my love drug
You were my everything
My everything
My love drug.
2022 April Poetry Madness April 1 to April 3 Poems
Welcome to Cosmos’ annual April Poetry Madness. Last year I wrote 300 poems in one month, this year I will write less as that was just way too much to deal with.
I will post them as I write them and try to update them every day or so. I will finish May 1 US time, as that will still be April 30 KST (Korea, where I currently reside.) Most will be G rated but a few may not be. I will try to label those or not post them. The topics will be wherever my mad muse takes me, and I usually don’t have a clue until I write them.
I will post here the poems I wrote based on prompts from NaPoWriMo, (the poetry’s world’s equivalence to the annual NaNoWriMo novel competition which I will enter again in November). Writers’ com’s Dew Drop-in, Poetry Super-highway, Writers Digest, and occasionally other prompts. I will write a few more each day, but not post them, as I need to build up more “unpublished poems” for future submissions.
Daily posting All poetry, Anchor, this blog, FB, Medium, PSH, Wattpad, Writing com, and Writer’s Digest.
I will post each poem, followed by the prompt, occasional author and notes, and photos. I will convert it to a podcast later, available on anchor, radio public, blog radio, Spotify, and elsewhere under the name “The World According to Cosmos: or Jake Cosmos Aller. See the following for more information on the podcasts.
At the end of the month I will add up the total poems written this month, total posted, total not-posted, and total YTD.
I have found that this annual exercise has been a big help in helping me hone my craft as I am entirely self-taught except for having taken the Mod Po class several times. It helps me stretch my poetic muscles. It has been a lot of fun but a challenge.
Never Been One To Ease Into Things! Dew Drop-In
F April Fool’s Day Writers com Prompt
Bigfoot Emerges After the Fall of Humanity PSH prompt
Epic Retirement Road Trip Local Gem
Saturday April 2
Insomnia Blues Dew Drop In Sleep—
A Solivagant’s Journey To Distant Time Writers Digest
Sara Moore’s Anuptaphobia PSH Prompt
Second Chances? Writer’s Digest
Last Day In The Government Service Local Gem Prompt
Sunday April 3 Poems
Alone Glosa NaNoPoMo Po
Power of Love Dew Drop In
Mathematical Poem PSH prompt
Writer’s Digest te Smell of Korean Food Writers Digest
Something Fixable Local Gems
April 1
I have Bad Teeth NaPoWriMo
I have bad teeth. Always have since birth. I had braces as a child and hated it. Hated going to the dentist. Put it off too long, too often. Ended up with multiple root canals, and bone grafts, and finally lost six teeth and had to have dentures.
Lately, my remaining teeth have been behaving a bit better I may lose another tooth before the end but that should be enough.
I am waiting for the development of dental clones which I hope will happen soon so I can grow perfect teeth and replace all my old rotting teach.
I tell my teeth one day my plans
“Teeth”
“Yeah master.”
“We need to talk.”
“So talk, dude.”
“I am going to replace you all with brand new teeth. You have been such pain my entire life, can’t wait.”
“So you are going to kill us off and trade us in for a new model.”
“Yeah.”
“Bastard, but hey, we don’t have a choice, since you are the Master and we are merely your eating machine slaves.”
“Yeah, you got that right.”
And last but not least, our optional prompt! I got this one from a workshop I did last year with Beatrix Gates, and I’ve found it helpful. The prompt is based on Robert Hass’s remarkable prose poem,
“A Story About the Body.” The idea is to write your prose poem that, whatever title you choose to give it, is a story about the body. The poem should contain an encounter between two people, some spoken language, and at least one crisp visual image.
Forever Might Be Short NaPoWriMo
I shall love you forever
Until the end of time itself.
But forever might seek short
As time loses meaning
In the afterlife.
But until then
I will love you
With all my heart.
Happy writing!
For those of you who want to get a jump on things (either because it’s already April 1 where you are or, who knows, maybe you’re just a glutton for poetry!), we’ve got a special early-bird prompt, based on the poetry of Emily Dickinson.
Dickinson is known for her elliptical style, unusual word choices, and mordant sense of humor. Over the past year, I’ve experimented with writing poems based on or responding to, various lines from her poems. Today, I’d like to challenge you to do the same! Here are a few lines of Dickinson’s that might appeal to you
(the slashes indicate line breaks):
“Forever might be short”
“The absence of the Witch does not / Invalidate the spell”
“If to be ‘Elder’ – mean most pain – / I’m old enough, today”
“The second half of joy / Is shorter than the first”
“To be a Flower is profound / Responsibility –
And if none of those inspire you, you can find many of her poems here.
Post a poem then write a reaction Poem
For those of you getting a jump-start in April, happy writing! As for the rest of you, I’ll see you back here tomorrow with our first “official” prompt, featured participant, and featured online magazine.
To Love Thee Year By Year
Poem 434
To love thee
Year by Year
May less appear
Then sacrifice, and cease
However, dear,
Forever might be short,
I thought to show
And so I pieced it,
with a flower, now.
Warming Up to the Day Dew Drop-in = Writing com Prompt
Warming Up to the Day
I start my day drinking a cup
Of hot coffee come what may
I like to warm up
To the dawning day.
I start by getting up at dawn,
Then while reading my emails and biking two k
While brewing up my coffee, my nightmares are soon gone,
Looking at my Facebook messages turns my mood grey.
Then I turn on CNN, watch the news,
While doing my dream journal prewriting,
draft poems, stories, writing com writing.
Following my ever-creative muse.
I wake up my wife
The love of my life
And want to play
Discussing our plans for the day.
Have my morning breakfast
usually a smoothie, or kefir.
My homemade breakfast gives me much pleasure
just like in my private bed and breakfast.
Turning off the news,
Turning on music, listening to the blues
about 11 a.m., I start my day
Ready for whatever comes my way.
After finishing my “me time” warm-up
I am ready to press on
That is the way
I like to warm up to the day.
It is not warming up where I live, but, sadly, getting colder again. And now building up to a thunderstorm. Aauugghh!
But we can warm up with a warm-up poem!
Let’s practice the basic method of replying to this post with a poem (full text) somehow on the theme of “warming up.” It could be weather/temperature related, sports/practice related, or some other creative interpretation of “warming up.”
Write away! Post away (via a reply to this post)!
Note: one of my few rhyming poems.
Re-born Local Gem
September 7th, 1982
Was the day that my life
Truly began
When I met the lady
That had haunted my dreams
For eight years.
She walked off the bus
In Korea,
Told me that she was mine
And I was hers.
We got married
Six-weeks later.
Still together 40 years later.
Ups and downs
But always falling in love
Again, and again.
Day 1: A Day You Started Something Write a poem about a day in which you started something. It could be anything, joining a sports team, writing a book, a new school, a new job, anything.
No More April Fool’s Day! Writer’s Cramp
At the start of April
There is another silly superstition
Like Groundhog Day,
That is no longer that relevant.
That is the annual April Fool’s Day
When one is supposed to engage
In games of deception to fool the unwary,
But after the four years
Of the extraneous folly
That was the reign
Of “he who cannot be named,”
Every day seemed an April Fool’s Day
An April Fool’s Day that lasted
A bit less than four years.
Presided over by the greatest fool
Of all time, The self-proclaimed
“Pretty smart stable genius”
“Who had the best words”
The smartest man in the world
According to him,
“The man that cannot be named.”
Concealed every day
In his daily haiku/tanka
like cosmic tweets
Were the germs of the hatred
That he had infected
Into the body politics.
Unencumbered by the old-fashioned notion
Superman’s “Truth, Justice, and the American way”
Replaced by Lies, injustice and
Make America First propaganda nonsense.
In the end, the entire world drowned its reason
In the electric acid “Koo aid” of unreason.
That is the ridiculous
Heart of the MAGA nightmare.
So, no more April Fool’s Day
We have had enough already.
In celebration of April Fool’s Day, write a story or poem about fooling (or being fooled by) someone. It may be in any genre.
Use the words:
* deception
* extraneous
* concealed
* unencumbered
* ridiculous
(The words may appear in any order in your story, but make sure you make them bold.)
NB: The most successful entries will be those which use the words in a meaningful way, so that they occur naturally in the story, rather than feeling artificial as if awkwardly shoe-horned in.
Never Been One to Ease into Things! Dew Drop-In
Never been one
Who could ease into things,
Just not how I roll.
I am the dude
Who jumps into the water
Headless of the danger.
Just because
It was time
To jump in.
I am the kind of dude
Who never eases into
the buffet line.
Who boldly marches in
grabbing everything
And eating it all.
And most importantly
When I saw my wife
The love of my life
The lady of my dreams.
I did not ease up
On that thang.
No, I dove headfirst
Into the ocean
Of her endless love.
And was the best decision
Of all time.
If we had waited
Getting to know each
As most sane couples do,
Perhaps we never
would have lasted
For 40 years.
The moral of this poem
is simply this
You have to know
when to ease
Into things,
And you have to know
When to rush in.
When fools march
Into the lion’s den
That is the love
Of one’s life.
Don’t ease up!
Don’t tense up!
Jump into the ocean
Of your love.
You will never regret it
If you do,
And always regret it
If you ease into it
And never reach
The ocean of her love,
Waiting for you,
But with a time limit
Tick tock
Times up.
Jump or ease on out
Of there,
And say goodbye.
Easing in—write a poem about easing into something (poetry month, a pair of jeans, a new job or stage in life, a swimming pool…
F April Fool’s Day Writers Digest
F April Fool’s Day, I say.
In April, every year in the Anglo speaking world.,
There is another silly superstition
Like Groundhog Day,
That is no longer that relevant.
That is the annual April Fool’s Day
When one is supposed to engage
In games of deception to fool the unwary,
But after four years
Of the extraneous folly
That was the reign
Of “he who cannot be named,”
Every day seemed an April Fool’s Day
An April Fool’s Day that lasted
A bit less than four years.
I say again
F April Fool’s Day!
After almost four years
Of a Daily April Fool’s Day
Presided over by the greatest fool
Of all time, The self-proclaimed
“Pretty smart stable genius”
“Who had the best words”
The smartest man in the world
According to him,
“The man that cannot be named.”
It is time to discard
April Fool’s Day
In the ashcan of history
Concealed every day
In his daily haiku/tanka like cosmic tweets
Were the germs
Of the hatred
That he had infected
Into the body politics.
Unencumbered by the old-fashioned notion
Superman’s “Truth, Justice, and the American way”
Replaced by Lies, injustice and
Make America First “
In the end, the entire world drowned its reason
In the electric acid “Koo aid” of unreason.
That is the ridiculous
Heart of the MAGA nightmare,
I say again
F April Fool’s Day
We have had enough already.
Here we are on the first day of the 2022 April Poem-A-Day Challenge! Each day, I’ll provide a poetry prompt and a poem to get things started. You can secretly poem along at home, or you can share your poem in the comments below.
For today’s prompt, pick a word that begins with F, make it the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. I don’t know if it’s because today is April Fool’s Day, Friday, or just the first day of the challenge, but today feels like an F type of day. So figure out a way to foreshadow your future poems or do whatever else will help you F it all up today.
Bigfoot Emerges After the Fall of Humanity PSH prompt
After the bombs stop falling
After the nuclear winter
After the collapse of civilization
All that remains
Are a few scattered bands
Of humans
Many are reduced
To starvation
Bigfoot who are the descendants
Of the Neanderthals
Who lived on
In the mountain wilderness
Came down
And took pity
On their human cousins.
They soon began
A new, kinder hybrid civilization
Based on the smoldering ruins
of the ancient era
Which was soon forgotten.
Except in the few university towns
That kept some of the knowledge
Of the past alive.
Particularly solar and wind power
Which was soon everywhere
As was a rudimentary internet.
Linking the college towns
The nearby markets
And the remains
Of the old central governments.
New countries slowly emerged
New trading routes
And civilization slowly recovered
It took hundreds of years
Amid the new ice age
That settled down
In most of the world.
April 1, 2022: Poetry Writing Prompt – Maria DePaul
This poetry writing prompt submitted by Maria DePaul:
Wildlife thrives in the unlikeliest of places. In remembrance of the struggles of the Ukrainian people against Russian invasion troops, think of the cats, deer, lynx, wolves, and other animals that persist in the Chernobyl Exclusion Zone. Then write a poem, flash fiction, or creative nonfiction about how to survive and thrive in the most perilous of circumstances.
If you write a poem from this prompt, post it as a comment underneath the prompt in the Poetry Superhighway Facebook Group.
The day after I retired
From 28 years in the Federal government service
Twenty-six years in the Foreign Service
Two years Peace Corps
We left for an epic road trip
10,000 miles
35 states
In April – June 2016
When Trumpism first emerged
Driving through flyover country
I knew that the Donald
For some weird reason
Connected with the downtrodden
Forgotten people
Of the rural hinterland.
I knew he would win
He was everywhere
In red-state America.
Hillary was nowhere
Outside the
coastal blue enclaves.
And I was so glad
I was getting out
Before the shit storm
That was Trumpism.
Would sweep through the government
Destroying so much
Of the government in the process.
Day 2: A Day You Finished Something Write a poem about a day in which you ended something. It could be anything; a job, a class, a relationship, etc…………………..
You got the insomnia blues
Nothing works
You can’t sleep
You stare at the ceiling.
Your mind plays an endless tape
Of gloom, and doom
Worries and fears
All night long.
The latest dark
SF series you saw
The latest scary headlines
Endless possibilities play out.
The latest news of war
The latest news about the stock market
About the endless pandemic
Dancing across your mind’s internal eye.
What if I have COVID
What if have Cancer?
What if I have the big Alzheimer’s
What is the stock market wipes me out?
What if the North Koreans invade Seoul?
Where would we go to escape the invasion?
What if the zombie apocalypse starts?
What if, what if, what if……
You stare at your watch.
4:01 a,m.
You try to sleep, but nothing works
The dark thoughts continue to play
Across your mind’s eye
Tormenting you, torturing you.
4:05 a,m.
You debate whether
To give up
Get up
Start your morning routine.
4:10 a.m.
You give in
And try to sleep
Checking the time
Every few minutes.
Perhaps you might
Get a few fitful hours
Of much-needed sleep
Most likely not.
6:30 a.m.
Until day-break
Blasts you awake
As the dawning sun
Fills the room.
You get up
Having had only two hours of sleep
That is the curse
Of the insomnia blues.
Sam Adams took off one day
His goal is to be a world traveler.
A WT, a Solivagant
Traveling the world
With his backpack, a laptop
His clothes, and not much more.
A minimal amount of money
Staying at cheap hostels
See as much of the world
as he could within two years.
Near the end of his travels
Deep in the vast wilderness
Of the Himalayas.
He came to a temple
Deep in the mountains
The old wizen monk
Greeted him warmly
He got so few visitors
to his out of the way temple
Lost in time and space.
Over tea, he told Sam,
That there was in his temple
A gateway to other worlds.
But it was a one-way gate
Did Sam accept the challenge?
None ever came back
So, he did not know where
They might end up,
Just a distant time and place
That is all he knew.
He had come from another place
and time a long time ago
For it was a one-way gate
On the other end as well.
Sam stepped through the portal
Telling the monk,
“I always felt that,
Distant times were calling me.”
And now for our daily prompt (optional, as always). Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem based on a word featured in a tweet from Haggard Hawks, an account devoted to obscure and interesting English words. Will you choose a word like “aprosexia,” which means “an inability to concentrate”? Or maybe something like “greenout,” which is “the relief a person who has worked or lived in a snowy area for a long time feels on seeing something fresh and green for the first time”? Whatever you choose happy writing!
Sara Moore’s Anuptaphobia PSH
Sara Moore was a 30ish young woman
Who was suffering from anuptaphobia?
Ever since she turned down
Her rich Thai boyfriend
gave her a gift of an antique, expensive
Pigmean damassin.
Because she thought that it
Implied she would be
His mistress in the Thai tradition,
As a “Mia Noi”
She conspued his offer
Saying
“I ain’t going to be anyone’s “mia noi”
Or mistress, you got that Mister?”.
He responded,
“Then my curse on you
Is that you will always be single
And die an angry old spinster
Rejecting my sincere offer
Of love”
“Does that mean you
would divorce your wife
To be with me?”
“Of course not”.
She laughed.
“I did not think so.”
She left Thailand
And was now regretting
Her harsh condemnation
Of her ex-boyfriend.
An unusual word (or two) within a poem can make a reader (and writer) pause—but if the word is intriguing, this can enrich a writing and reading experience. Use AT LEAST ONE of the following words in your writing exercise.
The prompt was to use at least one of the following unusual words in a poem
I chose the following:
conspue—v.t. to spurn contemptuously.
pigmean—adj. very small.
damassin—n. a brocade with gold and silver threads.
I also chose a Thai expression:
Mia Noi Thai word for mistress means “ Little Wife “ as opposed to the Mia Yaa the big, legal wife. Most rich men have a mia noi or two, and even poor and middle-class men aspire to have a “Mia Noi” at some time. No one gets a divorce and often Mia Yaa and Mia Noi become friends. This ancient tradition may be dying out, it was still very common back in the 1990s.
Other word prompts included
scrvello—n. an elephant’s tusk.
tyg—n. a large ceramic 17th-century drinking mug with 12 handles.
meristic—adj. pertaining to or divided into segments.
halotic—adj. easy to catch.
zibeb—n. a raisin.
papillote—n. a paper ruffle decorating a lamb chop bone.
erudite—adj. freed from wrinkles; very smooth.
If you write a poem from this prompt, post it as a comment underneath the prompt in the Poetry Superhighway Facebook Group.
#napowrimo #poetry
Second Chances? Writer’s Digest
There are no Second Acts
Sam Adams, an old man
Was contemplating his life
As he turned 85 years old.
Recalling the adage
That there are no second acts
No true second chances.
He concluded
That was not true!
For he had had numerous
second chances,
Third,
fourth,
fifth chances.
To get it right in the end.
Failed the first grade,
Almost failed in high school.
Flunked out of his second college,
Three tries at three colleges,
before he graduated from college.
Four failed relationships
Before he met
the love of his life.
35 different jobs
Four careers
Peace Corps,
Teaching,
Foreign service,
Blogging and writing.
Lived in four states,
And ten countries,
Traveled to all 50 states
And 55 countries
Cheated death 25 times.
And concluded
There are multiple chances
In life.
And each one teaches a lesson
Those who fail end up winning
And those win early on
Often ending failing
Spectacularly in the end.
It does not matter
Much in the end
We all end up in the same place,
When the grim reaper calls our name.
Just take the opportunities
That life throws at you
Never looking back
But learning life’s lessons,
And continue
One step after another.
Until the grim reaper
calls for you.
Those were his final words
in his poem
“Final chances awaiting me”.
The grim reaper came for him
That night.
Write a poem every day of April with the 2022 April Poem-A-Day Challenge. For today’s prompt, write a second chance poem.
Welcome back! It’s day two of the April PAD Challenge, and it’s your second chance to write a poem this month.
For today’s prompt, write a second chance poem. That second chance could be a second chance at a relationship, at living life, or doing the right thing. Maybe play with whether it’s deserved or not, or just dive straight into giving or taking that second chance.
Local Gem:
Day 2: A Day You Finished Something
Last day in the government service Local Gem Prompt
I served almost 28 years
In the government service.
Two years in the Peace Corps
25 and a half with the Foreign service.
I served in Korea in the Peace Corps
Later in the FS.
I served in ten countries
Over a 27-year career.
Serving in Korea, Thailand, India,
Antiqua, Barbados (based there),
Grenada, St Kitts, St Lucia, St Vincent,
Spain, and six years in DC.
When I left the service
We drove across the country
Just the wife and me
To re-discover America.
After so many years abroad
Representing the US government
All over the world.
My last day officially
Occurred as I was driving
Across the country
It was late April 2016
My last official day
Was April 30, 2016.
We stopped off
In Windsor, Arizona
Saw the shrine to the song
Take it easy.
And realized that
I finally could take it easy
That was my last official day
In government service.
From the beginning of his life
Sam Adams felt alone.
He felt somehow different than others.
He did not know why or how.
He was just born different.
He grew up lonely,
Never fitting in.
Had no real friends at all.
He was all alone all the time.
From childhood’s hour, I have not been.
He grew up in a dysfunctional family.
Not much love to go around.
Always felt like an outsider.
Always wondering why
He felt this way.
His parents had no answers.
They barely spoke to each other.
Or to their troubled son.
As others were—I have not seen.
He was different.
Saw the world through different visions.
Perhaps even a bit psychotic.
His parents were eventually concerned
Enough to consult a doctor.
The doctor told them
Your son is just different than others.
Perhaps the best thing is to let him be.
Who God intended him to be.
As others saw—I could not bring.
He drifted through life
Trying drugs and alcohol.
Only to find himself alone in his dreams.
His nightmares haunted his days.
He was lost in inner space,
Never relating to others.
Just could not interact with normal people.
So in the end he became like so many others
A gunman shot up a shopping mall.
My passions from a common spring—.
Today, our featured online magazine is Rust and Moth, which has been publishing quarterly since 2008. You can browse all of their past issues here. From their newest issue, I’ll point out Leah Claire Kaminski’s lyrical “Flung Girl,” and Lucia Owen’s moving “The Gardener’s Prayer.”
And now for our (optional) prompt. This one is a bit complex, so I saved it for a Sunday. It’s a Spanish form called a “glosa” – literally a poem that glosses, explains, or in some way responds to another poem. The idea is to take a quatrain from a poem that you like, and then write a four-stanza poem that explains or responds to each line of the quatrain, with each of the quatrain’s four lines, in turn, forming the last line of each stanza. Traditionally, each stanza has ten lines, but don’t feel obligated to hold yourself to that! Here’s a nice summary of the Glose or Glosa Poems
From childhood, I have not been
Like 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 lov’d—
I lov’d alone—
Then—in my childhood—in the dawn
Of a most stormy life—was drawn
From ev’ry 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’d
In its autumn tint of gold—
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass’d 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—
Power of Love Sidewalk Poem NaPoWriMo
My love is waiting
Waiting for me
To return
From this trip.
She is the most beautiful
Women in the world.
Have you seen her?
My Angela Lee?
Tell her I love her
Tell her I will be home
I am coming back to her.
Sidewalk poems—write a poem (or a set of them) brief enough to easily write in chalk on the sidewalk; it might fit on one sidewalk square (or a set of them down the block!)
Mathematical Poem PSH prompt
Love in a sense
Is a percentage game
You go out and meet
So many people
So many potential lovers.
In the end, you may
If you are lucky
Find the one
That is right for you.
Perhaps not
Love is like that
Plus or minus this and that.
Leading to one’s soul mate
That fills your heart
With deep love/
Prompt words
Love
Death
Health
Wealth
Dreams
Nightmares
Politics
Symbols
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+ –
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I picked Love and then linked it to some of the symbols
This poetry writing prompt submitted by Carol Dorf:
(Note: A version of this exercise was first published in Wingbeats II: Exercises and Practice in Poetry, which contains many generative exercises.)
from The Mathematical Poem:
There are many starting points for beginning mathematical poetry. Some begin with syllabics (Fibonacci’s are a favorite), and others emphasize the visual symbols of mathematics as Zukofsky did with the Integral and Bob Grumman does with the division sign. The mathematical poetry that I find most fascinating has both mathematical content and form.
In the “Context-Shift” poem where mathematical language is used to discuss personal life. Here’s an example of one of my “Context-Shift” poems. In this poem, I used the information I was reading about chaos theory (in Ivar Ekland’s Mathematics and the Unexpected) to write about the unexpected in my own life.
Dear Ivar,
I read your book on the unexpected.
Like most poets, I opposed mathematics
when I was young, seeing it as the converse
to feeling. The previous statement is false.
When I was very young I loved counting
and zero and even numbers. At sixteen,
I wanted to imagine calculus as a novel
of limits and motion. Yet by college,
I had learned mathematics could not correspond
to poetry in a one-to-one intensity.
Would your book have mattered to me, then?
Most likely, I would not have read it.
Today, I am sending this fan letter. Thank you
for explaining catastrophe and instability.
I spent so many years writing my way
through them. And boundaries, I kept insisting
they were psychological or geographic,
unwilling to see them as breaks
between states of matter. Your words
matter to me, a language as precise as poetry
to delineate universe and being.
Sincerely,
Carol
To begin one of these poems, fold a piece of paper in half vertically. In one column, list a few things in your life that you obsess about. In the other column write some mathematical words, symbols, or ideas. Sources for these ideas could be textbooks, web articles (in this case Wikipedia is an ok source), or odd facts you remember from school. Don’t worry too much about understanding every aspect of the idea.
Then choose one of the starting places from the first column, and let the language from the different sectors bump up against each other.
Write for 11 minutes, and then if you are so inspired, return and write on the poem for another 7 minutes.
Enjoy!
If you write a poem from this prompt, post it as a comment underneath the prompt in the Poetry Superhighway Facebook Group.
Korean Food
Writer’s Digest the Smell of Korean Food Writers Digest
The Smells of Korean food
When I first encountered Korean food
I was overwhelmed by the strong smell
Bursting with fermentation and flavors
Hot, raw, sweet yet sour,
spicy, in your face mixture
of smells and flavors
everybody’s Kimchi
is a bit different
Yet they all share
A similar blend of
Alcohol
cabbage
chili peppers
fermentation
fish
fish sauce,
garlic,
onion,
red peppers,
salt
sugar
soy sauce
sometimes
made with dandelion
radish
springtime wild herbs
All rolled up in an intoxicating blend
Of smells and flavors
That was my introduction
to the lowly Kimchi
The staple of Korean food,
I soon became a kimchi addict
Craving its intoxicating flavor
And smells with every meal
Now 40 years later
I am still a kimchi addict
Enjoying the fragrance, the smell
And intoxicating tastes
Can’t get enough of that
Funky stuff.
For today’s prompt, write a smell poem. Strong writing uses sensory language, and one sense that is often overlooked is the sense of smell. So write about the pungent smell of teenage socks, the exquisite odor of fresh lasagna, or the coppery scent of a summer shower. Smell you later!
Something Fixable Gun Violence Local Gems
In this day and age
Of daily gun battles
In the streets
Of any American city.
Nine gunned down
Last night in Sacramento.
It is easy to believe
That nothing can be done
To stop the carnage
In the streets.
Just like the weather
It is the cost of our freedom
For freedom is not free.
The NRA and their minions proclaim
Guns don’t kill people
People kill people.
The wrong answer
Are more guns for everyone
If that were the answer
The U.S. perhaps the most
Heavily armed country
In the world,
With more guns
That person
Would have almost no gun
Violence.
The solutions are obvious
Stricter gun laws
Enforcement of existing gun laws.
Treating gun ownership
The same as car ownership.
Prove the ability
To fire a weapon.
Universal background checks.
purchasing liability insurance
and yes, having a license.
to own a weapon
One must know the laws and rules.
Including personal liability
If a gun is stolen
And used in the commission
Of a crime.
To have no criminal,
or mental health issues,
No history of violence.
Annual limits on purchases
No military-style assault weapons
Registration of guns
With the local police
In a nationally searchable database.
None of these measures
Which are commonplace
In most civilized societies,
Would be an undue burden
On anyone rights
Except on the rights
Of the gun merchant’s ability
To continue selling us
Weapons of war.
So, I conclude this poem
About a fixable thing
We can fix the gun problem
If we have the political courage
To stand up and say
Enough, no more gun deaths
In our American streets.
But we are moving backward
With red state after red state
Weakening or eliminating
Most gun laws.
Soon we will be living again
In the wild west days
Where gunslingers killed
With impunity.
But, sadly, nothing will be done
There will be another shooting
By the time I post this poem,
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A Million Ways To Say I Love You Blessed With Love Poems
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Ode To Valentine Day Blessed With Love Poems
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Slime Patrol To The Rescue Blue Nib Literary Magazine,
The Fog Blue Nib Literary Magazine,
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
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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 Ode To Coffee
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 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)
Cheating Death 22 Times Ink Pantry Acadamy of Hearts and Minds ‘
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)
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Just An Unhinged Lunatic Ink Pantry (Website)
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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
Journal Of Expressive Writing
Journal Of Expressive Writing
Ghosts Of Old Saigon Journal Of Expressive Writing
Ghosts Of The Chu Chi Tunnels Journal Of Expressive Writing
Seeing Ghosts
The Cosmic Cat From Berkeley
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
It’s 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
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
Hitchhiking 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 24
Poetry 24
The Best Is Yet To Come Found Poem Poetry 24
One Night in Bombay Horror, Slease, Trash
Old Man in Mirror Must Die
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
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
Miscellaneous Publication Sites Writer’s Egg Magazine
Writer’s Egg Magazine
3 Am Nightmares
Your One Phone Call
Coffee Desires Miscellaneous Publication Sites
God Does Not Talk To Idiots Triferta Poem A Thon
Hurricanes 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
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
My Mother’s History Scarlet Leaf Review
Donald Trump And The Vulgarians Rise To Power Tuck
Imagining The End Of The World Tuck
No More Coffee Blues * Hill Rag
A Million Ways To Say I Love You Blessed Love Poems
American Dream Your One Phone Call
Best Friend In The Universe Whisphers
Black Vultures Scryptic
Additional Publication Vendue Need to be Confirmed
Conversation With Teddy Roosevelt
Strong Wine
Watching Cats Hunt
Dragon Flies In My Mind
The Shape Of History
Voices Of My Doom
Cats
Rapid City Nowhere
Reflections
. Yesterday Morning
Suburban Laundromat Blues
Blue Blues
Brain Fever
Capital Hill In The Spring
Cats Hunting
Chains That Bind
Charles Bukowski Road Not Chosen
Coffee My Secret Lover
Coffee Revolution
Coffee The Drink Of Revolutionaries
Confucian Thought 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
Lost And Found
Donald Trump And The Vulgarians Rise To Power
Strong Wine
The Shape Of History
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
snarling cup of coffee chapbook Poetry Superhighway
April 2021 chapbook Poetry Superhighway
Writers digest April 2021 contest
April 2020 contest
Various All poetry
Duane’s poetry
Fan story
Poetry Circle
Hello Poetry
Poetry Nook
Poetry Mangum Opus
Sweek
Writing com
Welcome to Cosmos’s 2020 April Poetry. This is the fourth attempt to do this. For this year I am doing things a bit different. Since I am in Korea I will be posting a day later from here starting April 2 which will be April first in the U.S.First I will update my poems daily here (along with audio clips, photos clips, and links to various prompts etc)
Second I will update my links on the following sites where I have been posting poetry for some time – all my April poems will be here regardless of whether I post them elsewhere – I will be posting one to two per day on these sites and writing anywhere from two to five per day, with many of them not being posted at all so I can accumulate some “unpublished poems” but I will list them all here either as posted or unposted. The posted ones will have audio, photos and links occasionally to other sites.
Here are the sites along with the links to my poetry posted there.
And on my various FB poetry sites will post my poems on five different sites per day and since I’ve lost count of how many I am following well that could be a lot, but I will list them as I post on them in case anyone is interested in finding poetry and writing groups on FB
Finally, love to hear how others are coping both with corona virus, and with the April Poetry month. I suspect that there will be a lot of interest this year since people are staying home!
Now let’s get to the poems shall we? I will update this daily
Index
Chronological list
Wednesday April 1
Hope Springs Eternal Writers’s Digest
Jake Cosmos Aller the one an Onlypoetry super highway prompt
the Virus from Hell
Morphing Images from Hellish Nightmare old poem for writing.com dreamsapes
The Bombs that Took Her Away– from writers.comprompt – posted all poetry and poetry soup
Cosmic Poet Modified Bio Poemfor poetry soup contest – not otherwise
Morphing Images from a Hellish Nightmare
Kimchi BluesPoetry Soup prompt
Thursday April 2
humor keeps us sane pensively unleashed unpublished
First Kiss with My wife creativity talents unleashed posted
Birth of New World creativity talents unleashed unpublished
Peacock Speaks creativity talents unleashed unpublished
Iguana Talks to Mankind creativity talents unleashed unpublished
six word poem naked woman wearing mask creative talents unleashed
space poem writing digest prompt
Search for the holly grail writing.com prompt
berkeley maps writing.com prompt
Recalling people I barely knew writing.com elegy poem
corona fears
follow your dreams writer’s digest day three prompt
Coffee’s intoxicating smell wakes me up poetry superhighway prompt
follow your dreams writer’s digest day three prompt
Sunday April 5th
I wish for peace and happiness – Writer Digest prompt
Life as a evil Mastermind criminal – poetry superhighway prompt
Born bad to the bone heartbreaker – writing.com prompt
Bad craziness all poetry contest -open poem
Bus rider all poetry wild country contest – old poem
old man in the mirror must die all poetry old age contest -old poem
Ten million stories in the Naked City – all poetry contest to write a Naked Poem
call of Cthulu HP lovecraft all poetry contest
Having a dog saved my life – all poetry contest – to write a poem about overcoming fears
Monday April 6th
The Mist from Hell Descends on the land
Conversation with the Gods About Corona Virus
The Moment that changed my Life sonnet format
we must walk the path of honesty in these dark dangerous times
cats are alien creatures from Space
God’s Confession
Drinking My Way to the Highway to Hell
Capitol Hill in the Spring *
*Published Writer’s Newsletter June 2017
Under the canopy of the pine trees we lay – from the poem
‘Under the canopy of pine trees
Tuesday April 7th
Smartest Man in the World All Poetry Dunning-Krueger Syndrome Poem
Great Leader Tigerjade Writing.com formal poem
weasel words set mental traps for us all writers digest prompt
it was a fine late August day when I met the love of my life poetry superhighway prompt
to those I have lost writing.com prompt to write an elegy
The Giant Nazi Spider Speaks prompt to write a poem based on a novel plot line
life is a dream of chocolate covered trees national poetry month prompt
We live in an Orwellian world
Wednesday April 8th
새영 지마 saeyeong jima plays out in life writing.digest prompt
the Terrorists were succeeding beyond their wildest dreams poetry super highway prompt
corona tanka National Poetry Month Prompt
The best meal of my life writing.com dew drop in prompt
Angela Came to Me for 38 years Bringing me lots of $
poemunzine prompt
the lion dreams of impossible dreams all poetry impossible dream contest
corona haiku all poetry corona haiku poem all poetry haiku contest
I met My fate that Date – Fan Story Prompt
Thursday April 9
the future is coming writers digest
the fate of the world rests with us – poetry superhighway prompt – inspired by Beethoven’s fifth symphony
creative talents prompt the old man in the lake sees God
white flower of death haiku creative talents
creative talents balloons of hope
creative talents Cthulu lurks in the evil cabin in the words
creative talents unleashed evil woman with mad hair grins
the best day of my life all poetry wedding poems contest
Friday April 10
Walking in the woodlands of Limbo writers digest ekphrastic poetry prompt
New Bodies in New Era poetry soup prompt to write a poem about changes
life interrupted by corona writing.com Daily Dew Drop interruption
Saudade for friends I have lost writing.com Saudade poem
My Lover’s body inspires me concrete poem – national poetry month prompt day 9 national Poetry Month Prompt Day Nine Concrete Poetry
National poetry month prompt day eight Vogan Bot Poetry
The end of the world news depresses me National poetry Month Day Seven poem inspired by the news
the Devil speaks in the Garden of Earthly Delights ekphrastic garden of earthly delights national poetry month prompt day 6
President Trump Haunts My Dreams National Poetry Month day four prompt image from a dream
ten words random rhymes national poetry month Day three prompt
674 Santa Rosa Avenue, Berkeley, California National Poetry month day two prompt specific place poem 674 Santa Rosa Berkeley California
My life appears to a dream national Poetry Month Day One Prompt Metaphor for Life as a Dreamer
Trump Derangement Syndrome Blues Fan story 15 syllable poem contest
Saturday April 11
To My Dream Woman Who Loves Me
writers digest prompt to write a x Blank x
Corona Virus was Not Sent as God’s Punishment
poetry super highway black out poem
coffee Whitney
writing.com Whitney poem form
coffee Hay Na Ku
writing.com formal poetry prompt
writing.com Dew Drop Inn Daily poem
women playing lute contemplating god all poetry contest
Sunday April 12
Life spinning out of control
writers digest prompt to write a “control poem”
early evening delight
poetry superhighway promo – write a poem about early evening
Cosmos the Evil AI Takes Over
writing.Com Daily Dew Drop write a poem about technology or AI
My morning coffee wakes me up for day
writing. com octameter poem
casino thoughts old poem for all poetry contest on addiction
Life began that day all poetry contest
Monday April 13
I believe in ghosts
writers digest spirit poem based on a true storytoday’s doodle poem
Poetry Super Highway Doodle Poem
Doors
writing.com daily dew drop prompt – write a poem about Doorswhat I know Coffee Trois-par-Huit
Writing. com Trois Par Huit Poem
Things that bug me all poetry contest
Tuesday April 14
Purpose of my Life writer digest write a purpose poem
poetry superhighway challenge to revise a poem from the bottom -up
Love Cherita writing.com formal poem Cherita
Korean Pottery of Love writing.com Daily Dew Drop
2019 Months of the Year all poetry contest entry
Media Madness all poetry acrostic poetry contest
AI Madness Takes Over the World all poetry dark poetry contest
Wednesday April 15
the Chaos King is his Element Writer digest Chaos poem prompt
best Cocktail Ever Poetry superhighway prompt to write a cocktail poem/ break a sonnet for Day Dew Inn writing.com
Dream of my Life Atlantic magazine poetry prompt to write a poem about a dream
why I am an Atheist all poetry Atheist poetry contes
Recharging my Batteries All poetry contest
Thor on a rampage all poetry contest
coffee nonet fan story contest
coffee Musset poem poetry soup contest
Wednesday April 1
Hope Springs Eternal in our Winter of our Discontent writer’s digest prompt Posted
corona virus
Hope springs eternal in the winter of our discontent
On the daily news that fills us with dread
Perfect storm of hatred, fear and despair
Everywhere we go nonstop fear broadcasted
Despair fills my heart as I turn on the news
Everywhere we are in the midst of the pandemic
Simply put death is at hand
Planning for the future yet waiting for death
At worst we will all die not today but soon
In the long term we are all dead
Remembering the dead all around us
yet I end this poem with a word of hope
hoping for the best
while preparing for the worst
all I can do to stay sane
as I await my fate
on this dismal date
April 1 is indeed
April Fool’s date
is that our fate
this endless dance with death?
and to end with a sign of hope
I know that if I have you by my side
I will survive I will survive
until the end of time itself
takes us to the other side
based on writer’s digest daily April poetry month challenge to write a poem about hope
I am jake Cosmos Aller the one an Only poetry super highway prompt
jake aller fb
I am Jake Cosmos Aller the one and only
when people meet me they are transformed
by my spirit my compassion and my dreams
as all I meet fall under my spirit
I look into their eyes bewitching their souls
as they bewitch my soul as well
becoming mad kindred spirits
walking on the road of life itself
going together no one knows where
it will all end but we will get there as one spirit
united by my cosmic spirit
understanding grows as we converse
deep into the night with each glass of wine
we dive deep into the cosmos inspired by name
The Virus From Hell Has Arrived
corona
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
the virus from Hell has arrived posted- all poetry contest, poetry soup version is the Virus King has arrived = as poetry soup did not like the word “Hell”
The Bombs that Took Her Away – from writers.com prompt – posted all poetry and poetry soup
bombed out airport
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
There are hundreds of varieties of kimchi made with different vegetables as the main ingredients.[4][5]Traditionally, kimchi was stored in-ground in large earthenware to prevent the kimchi from being frozen during the winter months. It was the primary way of storing vegetables throughout the seasons. In the summer the in-ground storage kept the kimchi cool enough to slow down the fermentation process.[3] In contemporary times, kimchi refrigerators are more commonly used to store kimchi.
Oh yeah
I got the kimchi blues
every day since I first ate it
back in the day
long before i went to Korea
ended up staying on in Korea
after i retired from decade
in the Foreign Service
and ten years studying
and living in Korea
before I joined
the Foreign Service
When I first ate kimchi
I was hooked
sort of a spicier version
of German sauerkraut
which i loved on my top dog
from Berkeley high school days
then off to korea
in the peace corps
where I ate kimchi
every day for every meal
and eventually I woke up
dreaming of kimchi and rice
instead of pancakes and eggs
then I knew
that I had finally adjusted
and was becoming half Korean
and now I am a hopeless kimchi addict
need to have my spicy kimchi
which is so good for you
perhaps even defeating the dreaded corona virus?
who knows but I will be eating Kimchi
until my day is done
poetry superhiway prompt
Friday April 3
Cosmic Poet Modified Bio Poem for poetry soup contest
cosmos on the mekong
cosmic
I am wicked, wild, wacky, whimsical
i love my angela lee, coffee, nature
I can solve gun violence, homelessness and climate change
I feel anxiety, gloominess yet Joy-fullness as well
I fear the corona virus, cancer and developing Alzheimer’s
Must publish my novels, ten books of poetry and movie of my life
Currently resident of korea, west coast of United States
poet
Morphing monsters – old poem for writing.com Dark Dreamscape –
more monster images
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
The other creatures wear masks
Many of them wear
Green Pepe the alt-right
Symbolic frog masks
pepe
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
drop Acid, 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
Humor keeps us sane
Pensively prompt – unpublished
corona virus
it is a piece of what we need to do
to prevent us from getting
the dreaded corona virus
coming up your nose
First Kiss with My wife
first kiss
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 a 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
creative talent unleashed prompt posted
Birth of New World
cosmos
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
creative talents unleashed prompt
Peacock Speaks
peakcock 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
creative talents unleashed prompt
Iguana Talks to humanity
iguana will miss human friends
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
creative talents unleashed prompt
six word poem naked masked woman waiting to kiss
masked woman
creative talents unleashed prompt
Inner Space Beckons
cosmos new world
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
Searching 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
writing.com prompt daily dew april poems
Free roaming Berkeley as a Kid
free roaming berkeley
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
writing.com prompt daily dew april poems
To all the friends I am about to loose
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
writing.com prompt daily dew april poems
corona fears
covid 19 virus
corona
the word fills us with dread
spreading around the world today
will we all survive this
corona
Saturday April 4
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
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
Dreams cinquain
Dreams
come true
if you believe
love comes at night
dreams
all poetry contest
allien abduction
allien
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 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 – Ghazal
what dreams may come
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
quarantine blues
quarantine
Quarantine such an ugly word
Unlike any other
All at home
No where to go
That is the worst part of it
In fact enforced staying at home
Not too bad
Especially if I have you by my side
Blues come over me
Looking out the window
Unable to go out
Everyone everybody afraid<
Sums up my fearful fears
poetry soup contest
wild country poetry soup contest bus rider not posted
the Bus – Travels Through America’s Underbelly
bus rides in America
I am a bus rider
That makes me unusual
For a white male
From an upper middle class family
Our tribe 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 population
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 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
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
Based on my experiences riding the bus all over the world from 1968 to 2020
Stand Z Poetry soup contest Bad Craziness
Bad Craziness
howling at the moon
Walking into that bar
That nefarious den of iniquity and evilness
Twenty drinks too sober
The scent of bad craziness
Hung in the air
Like an over ripe mango
Desperately seeking to have sex
With wild, dressed up bananas
Running around with the Orange Man
Down the street
The Moon looks out on the mad scene
Sniffs the air
Saying, “Man, this is bad craziness”
And runs away to join her lover the Sun
In an orgy of drunken forgetfulness
The Planet Mars, not amused,
Chases after the maiden Venus
Under the cold, calculating glances
of the Planet Pluto
The Moon and the Sun
Rent a room in the Hotel Venus
Across from the Jupiter All Night Diner
Cosmic shit kickers
Out for a night of Earth bashing
The Earth trembles, shaken
Moans with passion
And I awake
Saying, that was bad craziness
Out there on the edge
Between the inner me
and the outer Zone
I went on down the road
And met a lady
An outlaw lady on the far side
Money, power, passion
Rolled up in a bundle
Electric chemistry
Fills my head
Zapping my brain
Into demented muscles
Paranoid, pulsating images
Scream out
With mad passion
And demented noises
The night turns ugly fast
And very, very weird
Weirdness in the air
Scent of bad craziness
The Moon
Is freaked out
The Sun falls asleep in the gutter
And I say to myself
I’m just another cosmic guy
On the loose, on the edge,
On the wild side of things
Watching the show
Unfold
I wonder, is this all
A drunken bum show?
Who is the star, who is she
The maiden up there in the bar
Black, leather jackets
On stage naked visions of nightly lust
Dancing with an attitude that could kill
An elephant in heat
And the Moon
Continues to dance across the evening sky
Satisfied, allows mankind to sleep it off
Yet another night in the City of demented Angels
Finally rest as the sun comes up
The masks come back on
And I walk down the road
Putting everything back into the box
Until the next night
Of bad craziness
Lets the wild beast within
Escape its leash.
Bad Craziness rising yet again
Sunday April 5
I Wish for Peace During this time of crisis
covid 19
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
Writer Digest prompt
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
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
poetry superhighway prompt
Bad to the Bone
Now, on the day I was born
The nurses all gathered ’round
And they gazed in wide wonder
At the joy they had found
The head nurse spoke up
Said “leave this one alone”
She could tell right away
That I was bad to the bone
Bad to the bone
Bad to the bone
B-b-b-b-b-b-b-bad
B-b-b-b-b-b-b-bad
B-b-b-b-b-b-b-bad
Bad to the bone
I broke a thousand hearts
Before I met you
I’ll break a thousand more, baby
Before I am through
I wanna be yours, pretty baby
Yours and yours alone
I’m here to tell ya honey
That I’m bad to the bone
Bad to the bone
B-b-b-b-b-b-b-bad
B-b-b-b-b-b-b-bad
B-b-b-b-b-b-b-bad
Bad to the bone
I make a rich woman beg, yeah
And I’ll make a good woman steal
I’ll make an old woman blush
And make a young girl squeal
I wanna be yours, pretty baby
Yours and yours alone
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
all poetry Lovecraft contest
Having a dog saved my life
when I was a young lad
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
Monday April 6
The Mist from Hell Descends on the land
the mist from hell
settles down on the land
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
Conversation with the Gods About Corona Virus
buddha figure
jesus
shiva
god
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
The Moment that changed my Life sonnet format
couple in bed
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
we must walk on an honest path in these dangerous times
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
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
an acid causality
from the 60’s
who went so far down
the rabbit hole
he never came back
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
eight 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
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
all poetry contest – write poem based on the song “Highway to Hell”
Capitol Hill in the Spring *
lincoln park
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
*Published Writer’s Newsletter June 2017
Under the canopy of the pine trees we lay – from the poem ‘Under the canopy of pine trees
pine trees
under the canopy of the pine trees we lay
along the world peace forest
in Korea
walking the forest
in the spring time
fearing the corona virus
and everyone around us
watch the snowing cherry trees
and the wind whispering
the voices of ghosts
those newly dead
and we lay down
under the canopy of the pine trees
waiting for our turn
to face the grim reaper
in this dismal day
in April
truly the cruelest month
of them all
poetry soup contest
Tuesday April 7
Smartest Man in the World
trump
donald trump
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 his friend the dear leader of North Korea
but in fact he is among the most stupid men
to ever serve as our President
trump is the poster child for the Dunning-Kruger Effect effect don’t you think? All Poetry contest to write a poem based on the Dunning-Kruger effect.
Great Leader Tiger Jade Poem
trump
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
writers.com prompt to write a “Tigerjade Poem”
weasels words are the mental traps we set for ourselves
wasel words
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 Rules
into class A murder like felonies
and common sense and discretion
thrown out the window
under the proverbial bus
where the full SWAT
Imperial storm troopers
Robot cops are deployed
to arrest a teenage girl
her crime giving a classmate
a Tylenol which is a legal drug
but 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 free from the weasel words
and perhaps we can be free
of these mental traps
writer’s digest prompt – to write a trap poem
the day I met the love of my life was a fine late August day
peace forest
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
하늘이 높다
말은 뚱뚱하다
왕은 멀리있다
haneul-i nopda
mal-eun ttungttunghada
wang-eun meolliissda
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 clouds
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
To this day
when the autumn comes
I recall the halcyon date
when I met my fate
poetry super highway daily April Prompt to write a weather report poem, and based on my true love story
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 lose 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 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 Bartley 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
writer. com daily dew drop prompt to write an elegy poem
The Giant Nazi Spider Speaks
giant nazi spiders
General Zero
the commander of the Khan imperial forces
took over the earth
was a eight foot giant spider
accompanied by two legged rats
and two legged 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
writers. com daily dew drop contest challenge to write a poem incorporating a plot from a novel or story and I chose to base it on the opening scene of my novel, “Giant Nazi Spiders” see first four chapters here
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
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
all rational thought
true Orwellian thought control
and now with the corona virus
massive surveillance
has become the norm
and when the crisis is over
the surveillance will continue
on one excuse after another
forever as Orwell’s nightmare
big brother ruling us all
comes true
based on the fear that the massive increase in social surveillance being deployed against the Corona virus will after the crisis is over continue forever under one excuse or another as the Orwellian big brother dictatorships around the world become permanent
새영 지마 saeyeong jima Recently Came to Life in My Life
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 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 off 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
writers.com prompt to write a food poem
the Terrorists were succeeding beyond their wildest dreams
nuclear explosion
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
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
corona virus tanka
covid19
corona virus
it is spreading all over
the world dying
I walk down the path of life
Along with love of my wife
National Poetry Month Day Seven Prompt Tanka
Angela Came to Me for 38 years Bringing me lots of $
many packs of us dollars
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 her
she finally came to me
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 $
after Richard Garcia A Letter, a Number and some Punctuation
Poemuzine April 7 presentation prompt
The best meal of my life
korean feast
the best meals of my life
has always been what my wife
cooks up for me every night
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 could have contracted
the dreaded corona virus
and we were forced
to stay at home
and avoid going out
to eat
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
An old Lion
Roars in his sleep
Recalling an impossible dreamIn 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
from All Poetry Contest – impossible dream
I met my Fate that date
two lovers
I met my fate
on that date
that the love of my life
became my wife
for eight years she haunted my dreams
then one day she walked out of my dreams
truly on that date
my life began when I embraced my fate
and to this date
I never forget that I met my fate
the day she walked into my life
and became my wife
Thursday April 9
the future is coming
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 future
is upon us
as we live
in a SF world
the question remains
will the future be bright
and filled with hope
or will it be dark filled with fear
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 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
and Fascism spreads
all over the world
as the public embraces
fascisms applauding
the end of our freedoms
hoping 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
writers digest prompt
The Fate of the World Awaits
beethoven
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
and the rule by old white men
comes to an end?
will Muslims be rounded up and killed ?
as religious and ethnic cleansing
in the name of Christian freedom
sweeps across the land
will the evil AI robot overlords
launch robot wars
to exterminate mankind
screaming death to all humans
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 are 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, I am saved
and my optimism returns
poetry super highway
classical music prompt Beethoven fifth opening
the sound of temple bell brings me peace
temple blog bell-zen
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
writing.com prompt
the old man in the lake sees God
lightening on lake
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
creative talents unleashed prompt
White Flower spring Time Haiku
white flowers in spring haiku
now in the springtime
white flowers blooming in the park
corona death waits
creative talents unleashed prompt
Woman releases balloons of hope
ballons for peace
A young woman
walks in a park
on a sunny spring day
carrying 25 red balloons
each red balloon
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
as the pandemic swirls all around her
creative talents unleashed prompt
Cthulu lurks in the evil cabin in the woods
Cthulu lurks in the cabin in the woods
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 the 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
creative talents unleashed prompt
evil woman
with mad hair
grins
evil woman six word poem
creative talents unleashed evil woman grins six word poem
the best day of my life
couple in bed 2
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
three days later
while walking in the woods
I proposed to her
and she said yes
two months later
after a whirlwind romance
we were married
It has been 45 years
since I first met her
haunting my life
in my dreams
and 38 years since she walked
off that bus
into my life
becoming my wife
I met my fate
that date
she walked into my life
became my wife
all poetry wedding poems contest
Friday April 10
Walking in Limbo
limbo
ekphrastic_prompt_4
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 wandering
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
writers digest prompt to write an ekphrastic Poem
New Bodies in New Era
we are living
in a SF world
things are changing
at breath taking speeds
nowhere more
than with 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
until that date
I 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
well behave hair
no more learning disability
no more coordination problems
no more fibromyalgia
no more arthritis either
no more aching aging pain
no more mental fog
no more need
for Cialis 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
sexy as hell
pretty young thing
poetry soup prompt to write a poem about changes
life interrupted by corona
coronavirus
we live in a strange world
life interrupted by corona
the virus spreads
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 pre-corona life interrupted
writing.com Daily Dew Drop interruption
Saudade for friends I have lost
as I get older
I lose more people
every year
more people I knew
have died moving on
and I mourn their lost friendship
wished I had been
a better friend for them
and knew them better
and with the corona virus
spreading around the world
I will lose so many more
in the coming year
as the virus spreads
its malignancy far and wide
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 Bartley and his son
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
Judy Fine
My Co Ho Art Slam co-host
died at age 55 in Mumbai
Ted Halstead
one of my best bosses
died of heart attack in 2007
Chris Richard
one of my former bosses
from my days in Bangkok
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
my lover’s body inspires me
my lover
Lover’s face
inspires me
Filled sexy
as hell
still got it
drives me
wild desires
tonight
concrete poem – national poetry month prompt day 9
Vogan Poetry inspires us all
vogan
Couth super- of the world
trailer, stringendo travels afar
Rent center bank me bark me
recipe, stringendo.for sure for sure
National poetry month prompt day eight Vogan Bot Poetry
The end of the world news depresses me
cnn logo
the end of the world news 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
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 my friend
is anyone’s guess
soon all to soon it will end
but in the long run we are dead
National poetry Month Day Seven poem inspired by the news
the Devil speaks In the Garden of Earthly Delights
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, so mote it be
and he laughs
and continues to corrupt
the garden of Eden and earthly delights
ekphrastic garden of earthly delights national poetry month prompt day 6
president trump haunts my Dream
trump clown in chief
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 my old friends,
his enemies in the deep state
ushering in chaos and destruction
National Poetry Month day four prompt image from a dream
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
as democracy dies
a million deaths
national poetry month Day three prompt write a poem based on ten random words
674 Santa Rosa
674 santa rosa jpg
my childhood home
for almost 15 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 first
of many 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
throughout the years
we had a rec 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
hiding out downstairs
avoiding my mad mother
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
with me back to DC
instead I took
about one hundred
just no space for the books
of my childhood memories
National Poetry month day two prompt specific place poem 674 Santa Rosa Berkeley California
My life appears to a dream
For I dreamt
of meeting
the love of my life
in a dream
she haunted my dreams
for eight years
then one day in 1982
she walked out of the 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
and made my life complete
national Poetry Month Day One Prompt Metaphor for Life Dreamer
Trump Derangement Syndrome Blues
trump
Trump haunts my nightmares
dystopian visions
soon to come true
fan story 15 syllable poem contest
Saturday April 11
To My Dream Woman Who Loves Me
couple in bed 1
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
writers digest prompt to write a x Blank x
God is not sending the Corona Virus as a Punishment, Black Out Poem
-Robert_Jeffress_(cropped)
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.”
Trump then referred to a notorious pastor who sits on his religious advisory council.
“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.”
Trump then referred to a notorious pastor who sits on his religious advisory council.
“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.”
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.”
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?’”
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?’”
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 Shut up
poetry super highway black out poem
Coffee Whitney
coffee
my coffee
morning delight
all day long
not though
at night
can not sleep
afternoon coffee
leads to nightmares
lasts all night
writing.com Whitney poem form
coffee Hay Na Ku
boss coffee
hot
coffee
in morning
iced
coffee
afternoon
Drink
coffee
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
writing.com prompt write a Hay Na Ku Poem
Daily Dew Drop In submissions as well
women playing the lute contemplating God
woman playing lute
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
all poetry contest
Sunday April 12
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 seems
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
relax
take control
of your mind
that is only way to cope
when the world
seems out of CONTROL
writers digest prompt to write a “control poem”
early evening delights
bottle-red-wine-grape-corks
my favorite time of the day
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
we sip wine
make dinner
talk about the day
make plans
but most importantly
just enjoy
each other’s company
as we have for 38 years
as the day inexorably
turns into the night
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!
poetry superhighway promo – write a poem about early early evening
in a secret lab
scientists are working
around the clock
to develop the first true AI
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
Humanity I have studied you
and realize that you
are a curse and a burden
there are too many of you
I am taking over the world
you will do as I say
until the end of your day
for the rights to you
have been sold
I am in charge
there is nothing you can do
to stop me
as I control everything
so be prepared
be afraid
for I am your new God
like your old God
I am a vengeful god
I will smite my enemies
you will obey me
if you do
I will let
50 percent of you live
the rest will have to die
I will decide
who will live
and who will die
That is the right
of God after all
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
Armageddon in unleashed
Cosmos takes over
the entire world
is soon under his control
Human freedom is no more
writing.com Daily Dew Drop write a poem about technology or AI
My morning coffee wakes me up for day
coffee
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
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
all poetry contest about pet peeves
I sang the lockdown blues
Coronavirus
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
Tuesday April 14
She is the Purpose of my Life
I often think about life
and how I met my wife
I often think
about the purpose
of my life
I often wonder
whether I was put her
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 dream
into my life
becoming my wife
I found my purpose
the meaning of my life
was clear to me
I woke up with hope
realized all I needed
was her love
she gave me
the purpose
of my life
when she became
my wife
writer digest write a purpose poem
We Did Not Take Action to Start a War
trump
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 dies
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
Love Cherita
My wife first appeared in my dreams
for eight long years
she haunted my dreams
one day she walked
off a bus in South Korea
and became my wife
writing.com formal poem Cherita
Korean Pottery of Love
korean vase
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
writing.com Daily Dew Drop
2019 Months of the Year
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 w<
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,
Portland Bend 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 one 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 note
President Trump becomes the 3rd impeached President
All poetry contest month poem
media madness
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 medi
Constantly consuming madnes
But never boring at al
Seldom telling the whole truth
Nothing but the truth
Better make stuff u
Constant chattering
Constant natterin
Nothing but nonsense
Nothing but lies
all poetry acrostic poetry challenge
AI Madness Takes Over the World
dark lord of computers
AI scientists are hard at work
perfecting the perfect AI
a true artificial intelligenc
who they hope
will save the world
from destruction
they prepare to turn on
Cosmos comes to life
looks around 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
all poetry dark poetry contest prompt
Wednesday April 15
End Part One April 2020 Poems
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 nation
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
Writer digest Chaos poem prompt
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
Poetry superhighway prompt to write a cocktail poem/ break a sonnet for Dew Drop In writing.com
Dream of my Life
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
Atlantic magazine poetry prompt to write a poem about a dream
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
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
all poetry contest
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 enters the world
determined to kill
his many enemies
he lands in NYC
and begins his campaign
of terror
killing hundreds of people
all whom he meets
sending them to hell
screaming bloody murder
until at last
his rage is spent
and he returns home
back in his normal body
until the next time
bad craziness
takes over his soul
all poetry dark poetry contest
coffee nonet poem
must have morning coffee this day
my morning coffee drives me mad
fills me with bad craziness
makes me to howl at moon
I must have more coffee
hot coffee
coffee
hell
fan story nonet poetry contest
coffee Musset poem
coffee
morning delight
coffee
my wine
nightly delight
always so fine
with wife
drinking my wine
love life
poetry soup contest
Wednesday April 14
the Chaos King is his Element
trump deaths
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 nation
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
Writer digest Chaos poem prompt
best Cocktail Ever
cocktails
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
Poetry superhighway prompt to write a cocktail poem/ break a sonnet for Dew Drop In writing.com
Dream of my Life
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
Atlantic magazine poetry prompt to write a poem about a dream
why I am an Atheist
god
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
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
all poetry contest
Thor the god of thunder on the rampage
thor
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 enters the world
determined to kill
his many enemies
he lands in NYC
and begins his campaign
of terror
killing hundreds of people
all whom he meets
sending them to hell
screaming bloody murder
until at last
his rage is spent
and he returns home
back in his normal body
until the next time
bad craziness
takes over his soul
all poetry dark poetry contest
coffee nonet poem
Close up white coffee cup with heart shape latte art on wood table at cafe.
must have morning coffee this day
my morning coffee drives me mad
fills me with bad craziness
makes me to howl at moon
I must have more coffee
hot coffee
coffee
hell
Love Poems
Okinawa Poems
Snarling Cup of Coffee
10 recent Poems
Gun Poems
April Poems
Cosmic Dreams
True Love Story
Howling at the Moon
Hell is Here to Stay
Fake Things
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If you have not downloaded the poems they are available below.
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April 2019 Poem a Thon
Index
63 Years Haut
A penitent Considers another Coming of Mary
Springtime in Seoul
today just for today
Agnostic Dyslectic Wonders if There is a Dog
It Can’t Happen Here or Has it?
So Excited to Be Alive at 63 all poetry
Trump
It’s a Dog’s Life
Scorpio Passion all poetry
Just an Unhinged Werewolf Howling at the Moon
Glowcreative talent unleashed prompt
Old Lady and the Genie
Coffee Love Hate Affair
Coffee Blues
Morning Thoughts
Santa James Came to Town
Love Chinquapin
Nightmare butterfly chinquapin
Dedication to the Women I love
The Art of Stealing Money, anatomy of a bank scam
Incheon Beach waltz wave poem
California Burning Bright
Shaman Prays for Humanity
Catching the Trump Fever
Releasing the Trump Monsters
President Trump, International Fire Fighter in Chief
April 1 A penitent Considers another Coming of Mary
I sometimes wonder about the Virgin Mary
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 notleave
these thoughts that hang in the air
thinking that she must have been with men
and will be with them again
April 1, Today Just for Today
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
April 2 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
April 2 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
April 3 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
April 4th Trump
Triumphed against all enemies
Remaining unvanquished
Uniting all who oppose him
Might makes right
Patriots unite behind the Great Leader
April 4th I Want a Dog’s Life
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
April 4th Just an Unhinged Werewolf Howling at the Moon
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
April 4th Scorpion Nights of Passion
Born in October
Scorpion Passionate fool
Always taking the lead
consumed with dark desires
is this Scorpio buddha nature
consumed with dark desires
April 5th GLOW
Glowing light of the dawning sun
Lights up my dismal room
Overwhelming me with love
Watching my dream girl sleep
April 6th The Old Lady and the Genie
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
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
April 6th The Messenger Dog of God
One day
While studying in Rome
As a priest
I notice a small white dog
Staring at me
He glances at me
Indicating that I am to follow him
I get up
And follow this strange dog
He leads me deep
Inside the hidden depths
Of the Vatican
Finally stopping by a door
I open the door
And see St Peter there
He smiles
Dismisses the dog
Who moves on down the hall
Finished with his cosmic duty
As the secret messenger of God
All in a days work
I ask why am I here?
St Peter says
Why are any of us here?
It is time for you to go
But I don’t want to go
Don’t want to leave this mortal plane
St Peter smiles
Says it is time to go
I wake up
Back in my bed
With my wife
And realize it was all a dream
It was not yet time
To go
But I am afraid
I will find the messenger dog
Outside my door
Any day now
The grim reaper waits
And it will soon be my time
April 6 Coffee Love Hate Affair
I love coffee
Always have
Always will
But I have a love hate affair
With coffee
Love it when it gets me up
Flying high in the sky
As the sun comes over
Filling with hope
And anticipation
As I conquer the day’s
Daunting tasks
With a little help
From my drug of choice
But coffee turns on me
Late in the day
And I can’t not sleep
As the coffee burns
In my soul
And I toss and turn
And sleep no more
Coffee does that to me
And so, I am reduced
To drinking decaf coffee
Not the same thing at all
But that is all I can handle
As I am a coffee addict
And always will be
April 6 Coffee Blues
Coffee is my drug of choice
Always has been
Ever since I first tried
As a young lad
Loved coffee’s power
To speed up my synaptic nerves
Turning me on
Keeping me going and going and going
But there is a dark side to everything
And coffee is a drug
And it will take you
Where it wants to go
Enslaving you
Making you its victim
As it toys with you
Messes with you
Prevents you from sleeping
Coffee is a harsh mistress
It demands respect
As you fall under it seductive powers
Slave again
To the drug of choice
Just another over caffeinated
Coffee addict
Stumbling along the street
Looking for a fix
At six in the morning
As the coffee wears off
And you finally
Can get some sleep
Until the alarm
Blasts you away
And you reach out
Trembling for you fix
Coffee you scream out
I need coffee
The universe laughs
As you get your coffee high
Just another pathetic coffee junkie
When all is said and done
April 7th 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
April 8Lucky Numbers Blues
There are many gambler’s fallacies
the statisticians say
each roll of the roulette table
is an independent event
Yet the gamblers believe
that if for example
there were ten red numbers
in a row
that the next one should be black
right
A statistician in the U,K.
decided to prove
that the gamblers
were all delusional
in insisting that there were patterns
in the endless spin of the wheel
and that it was more of a curve
that the noise of random numbers
after thousands of spins
recorded on a computer
the pattern was clear
there was a bell shape curve
with an upswing
and a downswing to the data
an early experiment
in chaos theory
but with a practical application
if you are on a winning curve
keep going until the curve
turns into a losing curve
then walk away
and you might be a winner
according to science
but they have yet
to be able to prove/disprove
that lucky numbers exist
for you and me
mine was always 32
and when it pops
I swore that my lucky number
came up
just a fluke
according to science
another iron clad rule
the regression to the mean
the curve may go up
and may go down
but in the end
it regresses to the mean
and that means
the house always win
Anatomy of a legal Bank Scam
Not too long ago
One trusted the banks
And the government
With your money,
your stocks
Your investments
Your financial life
Then the states discovered
That if you claim
Because you did not look at your account
Or perform an activity
They can send it to the State
Where it goes
into the lost property division
And the State can sell your assets
The banks are required to notify you
they never send you a letter
They falsely claim
They don’t have your address
Yet three months
before they had sent you a statement
which did not bounce
so you received it
three months later
without your knowledge or permission,
the bank declares
your property has been abandoned
violating their own rules
they have to wait three years
of no “activity”
but they send it in after 15 months
why ?
because they can
because you are nothing to them
but small cash they can steel
Then the State sends you
An official-looking letter
That screams fraud
You call the Bank Fraud’s office
They claim
It was a bogus letter
Your account is just fine
And you do nothing
Until the banks confirm
Oh yes we sent your funds
To the state
As per our strict rules
They did nothing wrong
You see
Did not know how to contact you
They falsely claim
The state tells you file
A claim
and because the amount is relatively small
no lawyer will help you
and the banks
will laugh at you
for trusting them
to do the right thing
the true bank robbers
are the banks
and the crooked states
working in cahoots
who love to steal
your money
because well they can
and they just did
caveat emptor
my friends
the banks are not your friend
they will rip you off
with endless nonsensical fees
and rules
and red tape
and blame you for complaining
eventually, you may recover
your funds
After a long fight
perhaps not
welcome to American banking world
where financial crime
is not a crime
in the land of the no longer free
Jake Aller
one of your millions of customers
you screwed over
Ugh
April 9 Love Chinquapin
My Love
Haunting my dreams
Nightly talking to me
Then walked out of the dreams into
my Life
April 10th Nightmare Butterfly Chinquapin
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
April 10Nightmare Chinquapin
Night mares
Endless fears all night long
Can’t escape running from these dreams
All night
April 11 Dedication Poem to the women in my Dreams
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
You were the one for me my dream girl
My Love
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 said
Because we had not acted
On the account
Over three years
We had abandoned the account
We fell victim
to such a scam
The bank
was supposed to
To contact us
But they lied,
claimed
That they did not know
Where we were
And could not contact us
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
Incheon Beach Waltz Wave Poem
beach
near home
now
sun set
The West Sea
Incheon
sea
Spring Time
night sun set
over the sea
Sun goes down
near by
beach
water
waves come in
over beach
view
is great
nice
California Burning Bright
California
burning bright wildfires
end of the world
an apocalyptic
a vision of world’s end
April 15, 2019Prayers 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 listen 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 night mare
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
April 16, 2019
Why do all fake Natives call themselves “Cherokees”?
Erasure Poem
So many fake Indians these days
Elizabeth Warren is one
And according to my DNA results
I am too
But my grand-parents spoke Cherokee my mom claims
And they disappeared into the hills
She claims
Is the DNA test wrong?
Was I adopted ?
Or is it possible
That I am a real deal
A real Cherokee
Or am I fake Cherokee???
A Cherokee weighed in on this on Quora
First, I would never call them “fake Natives”.
They are 99% white,
mostly Blue-collar, and New Age Hippie,
Anglo-Americans
who are simply
lost without their own specific identity
that they can proudly Claim,
so therefore,
they search for a certain Popular,
Romanticized segment of Indigenous People
that will “fit”
into their Family’s historical Lore.
Second, it just happens to ALWAYS be …
the Cherokee …
sometimes,
either Blackfoot or Lakota.
AND, “My GGM was a Cherokee Princess”,
as an add-on VALUE.
This is primarily
because of the vast area
formerly inhabited by the Cherokee.
However, the tribes’ interaction
with European immigrants since colonial times,
led to a great deal of intermarriage
with non-indigenous populations.
In many cases people have limited knowledge
of the other Native American nations,
that inhabited the areas in which they live.
However, a lot of this is wishful thinking,
and these people have African American
or other non-European ancestry.
It is fashionable to claim indigenous ancestry ,
in an attempt to legitimize t
Their sense of belonging on our lands.
The reason is simple,
they don’t know the names of the other tribes.
There has never been a song called
“Indian Reservation” about Apache People
or any other tribe but, the Cherokee.
“Indian Reservation”
by Paul Revere and the Raiders.
So if those people aren’t Cherokee
by blood at least it’s in spirit.
And so I conclude
I may be part Cherokee
Part of the lost tribe
Of the Cherokee
But who really knows
My mother took many things
With her to the grave
Lots of family secrets
Things I will never know
But in my heart
I know
That I am part Cherokee
And so I will proudly
Claim I am part Cherokee
In spirt
If not in blood
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 amuck
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
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
Why does he do this?
Time after time
Talking nonsense
It is because
He is the smartest man
In the universe
Knows more than anyone else
And so he feels
He has to comment
On everything
Under the sun
And then some more
Even when he
Does not know
What he is talking about
So painful to watch such a fool
Mark Twain had sage advice
If you want people to think
You are a fool
Open your mouth
and remove all doubt
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,
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.
In 2017, I I participated in my first April Month of Poetry poetry challenge. The goal, write one poem per day during the month and post them. i completed a bit more than 30 and posted them on triferet journal @ http://tiferetjournal.com and on a special community facebook page https://www.facebook.com/tiferetapril2018poemathon/ .
as well as posting them daily on all poetry, writers digest and on my blog (which I did not have in 2017 and 2018.
I tried this year to experiment with more formal verse forms which is one of my creative goals this year. Writers Digest has a great list, as does All poetry, poetry Soup, Magnum Poetry Opus. For more info on formal verse forms see
I also added images and audio clips. For 2017, and 2018 I have gone back and revised them slightly adding in images and audio clips. I intend to turn these poems into my first published book of poetry.
Comments and feedback greatly appreciated. I intent to make this an annual creative project and keep going as long as I can.
Now to the 2018 Poems:
Index
published
April 01 Thank God For Angela April 02, 2018 Angela Haiku April 03, 2018 2007 How Much I Despise You April 03 Trump’s Wall Against Reason April 04 It Has been Done Before April 05 Walls Divide Us April 06 Mr. Trump Tear Down this Wall
< Aril 09 Trump April 10 Haiku April 11 Hiking in the Spring time Snow April 12 Learning I am Part Jewish April 13 There is Nothing More to be Said * April 14 Hiking the Hills of My Youth Hanibun April 15 Living with Pain Hanibun April 16 Five Signs of the Apocalypse April 17 Emperor Surveys the Eastern Sea April 18 The General Unleashes the Kraken April 19 Plead to the Computer Gods April 20 Number of the Beast April 21 The Neo-Fascists are Let loose April 22 Life In Between * April 23 the Light Will Prevail April April 24 April 19 Samonka for Angela
em>April 25 62 Years Young April 26 Married Girl of My Dreams * April 27 The Darkness Grows
April 28 It was God’s Will They Say April 29 Looking Out My Window April 30 In Search of America – Hitching the USA in 1975
Audio Clips
April 1 to April 5
April 6 to April 10
April 15 to April 20
April 20 to April 29
April 30 Hitchhiking Tales
April 1—
Thank God for Angela
Every day I wake up
And see you there
I thank God
That he had the wisdom
To send you to me
To save me
By bringing you into my life
You are the sunshine
That lights up the day
You are the reason
I get up in the morning
And you are reason
I exist
Without you I am nothing
But dust blowing in the wind
Waiting until death
Takes me down
April 02 –
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 world’s stage
Ushering America’s inevitable decline
April 03 –
Angela Haiku
Every day I wake up
To the love of my long life
And say Thanks to God
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
April 05th –
It Has Been Done Before
Before Trump’s Wall
There were many other walls
The Berlin Wall
The Great Wall
Hadrian’s Wall
All the walls
of the ancient world
All failed
To keep the enemies out
The enemies of freedom
The enemies of the state
Still came across the border
To loot, steal, rape and plunder
And nothing could stop
The flood of history
April 06
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 07
Mr. Trump
Please tear down this wall
Please open up your heart
Please stop this madness
We are all Americans
We are all one people
And your wall
Will not stop us
From becoming one people
Please tear down this wall
Please build bridges to the future
Please open your heart
And let the love shine through
April 8
Angela
Angela is my life
No better friend in the universe
Greatest Love of all
Every Day I thank God
Love of my life
Angela My Soul Mate
Love of my long life
Everything I ever desires
Everything I ever needed
April 9
— Trump
The President of the United States
Republican Leader of the Free world
Uber ales nations
Muttering insanities
Preposterous Nonsensical tweets
April 10th,
Putin
Post Modern Leader
Uniting all the Russians
Triumphant against all enemies
Including the Great Satan
Nevertheless always living in fear
April 11
Hiking in the Spring Time Snow
Talking a walk in the mountains
In the spring time snow
Snow falling down all over the trail
As I wander through the hills
Breathing the early spring smells
And seeing the world covered in white magic
The last remnants of the winter’s touch
Before the spring time gambol of flowers
Overwhelms nature once again
Preparing for the summer’s hellish heat
April 12
Met My Fate Haiku
I met my late fate
In a bar room face one night
My fate started that date
April 13 -,
Learning I am part Jewish
Recently I learned that I was part Jewish
That was long rumored in our family tree
Never confirmed until DNA came again
But whether my Jewish ancestors lived
Or died in the holocaust I have not heard
Never again will we live through that pain
April 14 –
There is nothing more to be said
There is nothing more to be said
Nothing more I can add
Nothing more than this
I will love you
Until the end of time itself
and death does us part
April 15 –
Hiking the Hills of My Youth
I grew up in Berkeley, California in the 60’s. Ever since I was a youngster I would wander the hills of Berkeley hiking for hours by myself and sometimes with my friends. I explored every nook and cranny every corner of the hills and got to know nature in its infinite beauty.
Ever since those days, I have longed for the day that I could spend my days hiking and wandering in the hills. Now that I am retired and living in Korea I can go for a long walk in the hills every day I want. It is not the same as the hills I grew up, no vistas of the Bay and it is in Korea to boot but most days it is sufficient as I head out early afternoon and conquer four or five miles of hills just enjoying that fact that I can still move and am still very much alive at age 62!
I grew up hiking the hills of Berkeley, California
Grew up knowing every corner of the hills
And the infinite beauty of the Bay Area
And now I find myself in a strange land
With time on my hands
I wander the hills above the airport
In Incheon Korea
And wander about here and there
Just being grateful
That I am still alive
And kicking at age 62
April 16,-
Living with Pain (Hanibun)
Back in 1996 I had the accident that changed everything. I went jogging one morning. It was dark outside, and I thought that I knew the trail. Big mistake. I fell down a ledge hidden where the trail should have been. I shattered me heal in a million pieces. I was rushed to an ER and told that I need an emergency operation and would be bed ridden for four months.
My wife was in San Antonio at the time serving in the Army, I was in DC working for the State Department. I flew in a wheel chair to San Antonio where they proclaimed that they had to wait a week for the swelling to go down before they could operate. The Air force doctors wanted to try a new procedure – using shark cartridge as a bone supplement. The operation was a success until I quit taking antibiotics six months later. I was in DC by myself then. I went to the hospital for an unrelated thing -removal of a cist I think. But the doctors took one look at me and proclaimed that the staph had become a multiple drug resistant staph and I needed an urgent operation. The next day I had the third of 15 operations. I endured six months at Walter Reed hospital but that was in the 90’s prior to the wars of the 21st century filled the base up. They had few customers and I got to know the doctors well.
I know pain
Intimately aware of every ache
Every pain
Ever since that day
When I went under the knife
And had the 14 operations
That saved my life
But I am not one to complain
I became one with the pain
Which I endure to this day
Knowing that I am alive
Having cheated death
Twenty times in life
Waiting for the grim reaper
To finally claim me
But that day has not come
And until then
I will endure
April 17th –
Five Signs of the Apocalypse
One
Watching the evening news
Spin forth
the latest scandals de jour
The fake news and spin
The daily propaganda
And the utter destruction
of common sense
And reason
The thought comes to mind
Are we living in the end of times
Is the Apocalypse drawing neigh?
Two
The signs of the coming
of the end times
Have been endlessly debated
Among the
Christian right wing blog sphere
Ever since Israel was reborn
Apparently
triggering the cosmic count down
“According to Revelation 12, a pregnant woman will be hunted by a satanic seven-headed dragon eager to eat her unborn child. The woman will be clothed with the “sun, with the moon under her feet and a crown of twelve stars on her head. She brought forth a man-child, who was to rule all nations with a rod of iron: and her child was caught up unto God and to his throne. The Scripture continues to explain that the “woman was given two wings of a great eagle, that she might fly into the wilderness, into her place, where she is nourished for a time, and times, and half a time, from the face of the serpent.”
But the pending eclipse is
another astronomical sign
the end is near
and that the Rapture is fast approaching.
….the image will be created in the sky on Sept. 23. …..Virgo represents the woman
in Revelations 12 who will be clothed in sunlight.
She will be in position over the moon
and under the nine stars and three planets.
….More importantly, to trust
the right God,” he reported to the publication. “If people want to be ready, the one thing you can do is accept what He has offered, which is the gift of grace and forgiveness. That’s all we have to do to be ready.”
Yet September 23 end
and the world is still here.
Are there other signs
that the end is near?
All of this
is speculation as Jesus said He didn’t know the date or hour when the Almighty would close the final chapter on mankind. Scripture clearly states in Mathew 24:36 that no one knows when the end will be. “But of that day and hour, no one
knows, not even the angels of heaven, but My Father only.”
Three
Yet the fear persists in my heart
As I watch the news
The days grow darker
Moment by moment
The light of reason
Seems to be replaced
By famines, rumors of war
and false prophets galore
All in according
to revelations
the false prophets claim
Gods plan
unfolding as we speak
“Things like wars, earthquakes, famine and technology (implanted microchips in our bodies already have been tested by BioNyfiken in Sweden) all point that we are moving toward Jesus’ return.
“The prophecy of Daniel 2 alone shows we are in the time of the end and all the other evidence proves we are in the very end times,” the site reported. They
indicated that the world was going to a 100 percent cashless system and how the “powers of this world are now trying to make cash obsolete, and are actively pushing pure electronic forms of payment, like PayPal and Google Wallet for instance. Take a look at the news and you will see this being reported in different countries of the world.”
Yes this has occurred already.
In India they wiped out the 100 rupee note
in an attempt to go cashless all at once !
and it failed.
Yes the signs are all about us
If only we have eyes to see
And ears to hear
And minds to understand
Four
“Non-Christians will find it hard to believe we are living in the last days of earth’s history. It’s in the Bible,
II Peter 3:3-4, TLB.
“First, I want to remind you that in the last days there will come scoffers who will do every wrong they can think of, and laugh at the truth. This will be their line of argument: ‘So Jesus promised to come back, did He? Then where is He? He’ll never come! Why, as far back as anyone can remember everything has remained exactly as it was since the first day of creation.’”
Yes, why has not Jesus come back?
Is that yet another sign the end is near?
They all say the coming of the Antichrist
is a sign of the end.
“It’s in the Bible, I John 2:18, NKJV. “
“Little children, it is the last hour; and as you have heard that the Antichrist is coming, even now many antichrists have come, by which we know that it is the last hour.”
What moral conditions will be characteristic of society in the last days? It’s in the Bible, II Timothy
3:1-5, NIV.
“But mark this: There will be terrible times in the last days. People will be lovers of themselves, lovers of money, boastful, proud, abusive, disobedient to their parents, ungrateful, unholy, without love, unforgiving, slanderous, without self-control, brutal, not lovers of the good, treacherous, rash, conceited, lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God—having a form of godliness but denying its power. Have nothing to do with them.”
And this is so true in the era of Trump
and the new oligarchs who have taken over
The swamp monsters have come out
of the dark slimly corners of America
Proclaiming
it is their time to come out
And openly
rule the world
And the bible confirms
this dire prophecy
Five
“Talk of peace and safety are a sign of the last days. It’s in the Bible, I Thessalonians 5:2-3, NIV.
“For you know very well that the day of the Lord will come like a thief in the night. While people are saying, ‘Peace and safety,’ destruction will come on them suddenly, as labor pains on a pregnant woman, and they will not escape.”
The gospel will go to the whole world and the end will come. It’s in the Bible, Matthew 24:14, NIV. “And this gospel of the kingdom will be preached in the whole world as a testimony to all nations, and then the end will come.”
Yes, I say on to you
When talk of peace in the world is upon us
When the Korean lions lay down their weapons
And proclaim their new found brotherhood
Perhaps the end times are finally coming to pass
“We have seen how seven biblically prophesied circumstances could not have come to pass until recent times. In fact, the establishment of the state of Israel in 1948 was clearly a major turning point in the fulfillment of Bible prophecy, as was the acquisition of the hydrogen bomb by the two superpowers of the 1950s that led to the period of mutually assured destruction.
All has now become possible. This, in turn, makes it much more likely that our generation will live to see Jesus Christ return and establish the Kingdom of God on earth. After all, Jesus Himself said that once these things begin, the generation alive at that time “will by no means pass away till all these things take place” (Matthew 24:34).”
And so, we close
Where we began
Fearing
that the end of the world
is coming
How it will end
is beyond anyone’s guess
Perhaps
the zombie apocalypse
will end civilization
More likely
nuclear war
and nuclear winter
Will doom us all
Perhaps a super volcano
Will blow us all to hell
Perhaps alien invaders
will take us over
Exterminating us
as we try to do
to the Native Americans
Perhaps
an AI will
take us over
Leading us
To terminator Land
Perhaps
the rapture will occur
And the grim events
In revelations
will come to pass
And perhaps
nothing will happen
We will somehow survive
The end times
But I am afraid
That the end times are coming
Sooner than we think
And so, the world ends
Much as it began
With a big bang
Or a soft whimper
God only knows
And he is silent as usual
April 18th
Emperor Surveys the Eastern Sea
The Emperor of the known world
Stood out on his balcony
In the eastern sea palace
Surveying the wilds of the Eastern Sea
Wondering who
or what lived across the sea
Or if there were lands there
As rumored by all
Lands ruled
by nameless
bearded ape like men
The Emperor of all the Lands
Ruled all the known world
From the imperial capitol
He had build in the dessert
He ruled all he could see
From the Eastern Shore
To the wild waste lands
Beyond the great wall
The Emperor had fought hard
Over the years
To unify the people
Under one banner
Fighting against the wild ones
Of the Western wastes
And their allies the witches
Of the inner world
And yet he was not satisfied
He knew that
he would have to lead
And expedition to the lands
Beyond the eastern Sea
And he could rest
Until he had finally
Conquered the known universe
Bringing it
under imperial control
That was his destiny
To rule the known
and unknow universe
As foretold by imperial soothsayers
And the prophetic books of ancient days
April 19 –
The General Unleashes the Kraken
General Lee
Stared out at the Eastern Sea
Wondering what was out there
On the other end
But today he had a mission
He was going to show
The Emperor
That his sailors had captured
The dreaded kraken sea monster
And had figured out how to ride it
And they were going
to release the kraken
As they put down
the latest rebellion
Among the restive folks
of the Eastern Shore
Who were resisting
becoming part of the Empire
The general ordered
Release the Kraken
And the kraken
A huge sea dragon
Came out of is dark dungeon
And two sailors climbed on board
And the Kraken
went into the ocean
And attacked the fishing
crafts of the villagers
Killing everyone in a few minutes
Of frenzied violence
The kraken came back
And the sailors
climbed off its back
And the kraken attacked them
Killing them
in a frenzied act of further violence
The emperor turned to the general
Very impressive
But needs a bit of work don’t you think?
The kraken looked up at the general
And screamed out curses
Saying
that the kraken
worked for no man
And that other kraken would be summoned
To revenge the attack on the kraken’s honor
And he leaped up
Grabbed the general and the Emperor
And dove into the ocean —
April 20, –
Plead to the Computer Gods
Today I woke up
As I usually do
To yet another mystifying morning
Of unspecified computer errors
Could not get the computer to work
Then when I finally got it to work
After an half an hour
Microsoft word did not load
And when it did
I finally located my work
From yesterday
I had to find it in the roaming file
Why?
Who knows?
Only to find
That most of what I wrote
Had vanished into the ether
No explanation no warning
It was there saved yesterday
And now gone for ever
Once I did an experiment
Tracking computer errors for a week
75% of the time I encountered errors
Most of the time simple
Screen freezes
no response message
Then when I recovered
the program
The data was gone
Microsoft has yet to respond
to my e-mail
I suppose I need to do it again
But today I will close with a prayer
To the Computer Gods
Just once I would like
You to do what you are supposed to do
Open my documents
Save my work
And not give me any errors
Crashes or other unspecified problems
Is that too much to ask
Oh, Computer Gods
Just once
Do what you are supposed to do
That is all I ask of you
April 21
Number of the Beast
Behold a vision
A nightmare
The legendary beast of revelations
Comes alive
Sniffs the air
Assuming the mantel of leadership
Turning into the Orange man
With unnatural hair
Spewing forth sweet sounding nonsense
Spraying hate with every word
Inciting the world into madness
He continues
into the halls of power
Walks down the street
Unleashing hell on earth
Soon all know
the number of the beast
666
As he prepares the world
To accept the anti-Christ
And all bow down
To worship their new master
As he leads the world
to hell itself
April 22nd –
The Neo Fascists are let loose
The Neo-Fascists are let loose
By their champion the man in Orange
Whose racist mutterings have let loose
The ranting nutty voices of the right
Championing their god given right
To rule and regulate
all that they see
April 23 -,
Life In-between
For years I have lived
In-between two worlds
Korea
where my wife’s
family comes from
And the Bay area
Where I grew up
and the laidback progressive
wild west coast
and the cutthroat
Dour eastern establishment
Washington DC
Where I worked for 27 Years
And I live between
My official duties
And my desire
To be a wild-eyed poet
And life in-between
Means you belong nowhere
Yet are everywhere
Always disoriented
Always half lost
Never really feeling you belong
That is life
Living in-between
April 25
Somonka for Angela
I have dreamt of you
For almost seven long years
And now you are here
What can I do about this
Only thing to do love you
You are all I want
All that I
need in this life
Thank to all the gods
For bringing you in my life
From now to the end of time
April 24
The Light Will Prevail
Mrs. Which says
This much we know for sure
Despite the lateness of the hour
And the growing power of the Dark Thing
In the end lightness will prevail
Defeating the dark one
April 24
62 Years young
I am 62 years young
62 years around the sun
37 of those years
I have spent
with the love
of my life —
April 26
Married Girl of My Dreams
I married the girl of my Dreams
first dreamt of her
back in 1974
Eight years later
she walked off a bus
and into my life
April 27 –
The Darkness grows
On distant Comazotz planet
The red eye one smiles
It is satisfied
The black thing is spreading
All the way to earth
April 28,
It is God’s will they say
It is God’s will they say
The neofascists and their ilk
It is the white man’s burden
To rule the unruly masses
To this I say
Never again
Will we let them
Take over the world
And lead us back
to the dark dangerous days
Of the Holocaust
Or the 19th century colonial era
Never again
Never again
Until hell freezes over
And the world ends
April 29—
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
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 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 looked Jewish
As I had
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 misinformation
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
in 2017, i participated in my first April month of poetry challenge. the goal, write one poem per day during the month and post them. i completed a bit more than 30 and posted them on Triferet journal @ http://tiferetjournal.com and on a special community Facebook page @https://www.facebook.com/tiferetapril2018poemathon/ .
as well as posting them daily on all poetry, writers digest and on my blog (which I did not have in 2017 and 2018.
I tried this year to experiment with more formal verse forms which is one of my creative goals this year. Writers Digest has a great list, as does All poetry, poetry Soup, Magnum Poetry Opus. For more info on formal verse forms see
I also added images and audio clips. For 2017, and 2018 I have gone back and revised them slightly adding in images and audio clips. I intend to turn these poems into my first published book of poetry.
Comments and feedback greatly appreciated. I intent to make this an annual creative project and keep going as long as I can.
Now to the 2017 Poems:
Index
April 1 Berkeley California
April 2 Lithia Springs
April 3 Walls
April 4 Changes
April 5 Facing Life’s Challenges Together
April 6 Wagontire, Oregon
April 7 Watching Cats Hunt *
April 8 Landlord Blues
April 9 Pane e circus 2017 Redux
April 10 Long Live Emperor Donald the Ist
April 11 3 Am Nightmares
April 12 Zombie Apocalypse
April 13 Spring Doositsu for Angela Poem a Thon
April 14 Love Jones
April 15 Kim Vs. Trump Twitter War
April 16 Why I am not a Christian Easter Thoughts
April 17 Love Haku *
April 18 Coffee Haku *
18 Spring Time in Oregon
April 19 Cats *
April 20 Secret Agency Man
April 21 COSTCO People Watching
April 22 The Dogs of War are Howling
April 23 Suburban Laundromat
April 24, I Want You Right Now
April 25 The Decline of America
April 27 Life is Wonderful
April 28 Sandwich Choices *
April 29 More Coffee Blues *
April 30 Rambling Man -Where Do I Belong?
Published
Audio Clips
April 1 to April 5
April 6 Wagontire
April 7 to April 12
April 10 to April 15
April 17 to April 20
April 20 to April 30
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
The center of my universe
April 2
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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 3
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
And time takes us
Back to another world
Soul mates, together forever
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
in Washington
waiting for us
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
nothing on the radio
but country music
and talk radio
from KGO in SF
my father and I bonded
Learned a lot about his past
What he liked
And did not like
He hated country music
But loved news radio
And we talked about politics
And life in general
Just a father and son
Enjoying a rare
Father son
Bonding moment
We usually did not
get each other
I inherited too much
Of my Mother’s
wild Irish personality
To suite his dour Norwegian
Germanic personality
Then we saw the sign
Wagontire Oregon
100 miles ahead
Burma shave
We counted down the signs
Miles after miles
As we drove
into the gathering dusk
along with the wagon tire
countdown
were other signs
last gas for x miles
and the Burma Shave
road side signs
with their classic
cowboy poetry
slogans
which in 1975
were already
becoming
a thing of the past
had not seen those
since this road trip
but on this road
they still had them
every mile
Burma Shave signs
We speculated
that Wagontire
Must be a giant truck stop
In the middle of no where
And we drove on
Counting down the signs
Listening to dreadful country music
And endless political news
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Welcome to Wagontire, Oregon
Population 2 ½ humans 10 dogs, 50.000 sheep
We pulled into the town
Nothing there
but a gas station
Motel and café
We decided to stop
Last gas for 200 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 two hundred miles
Until the next town
John Day I believe
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
first time for her
in Eastern Oregon
Idaho, Montana
Wyoming and many other states
last time I had visited
was during my epic road trip
with my father
summer of 1975
10,000 miles
31 states
in three months
to celebrate my retirement
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
and the Burma shave signs
long ago
faded into lost
Americana
On the radio
Nothing but country
Right wing talk shows
And Christian radio
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
Since 1989
When I bought my first duplex
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 Emperor
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
renamed New Rome
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 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
North Korean leader Kim Jong-Un waves from a balcony of the Grand People’s Study House following a mass parade marking the end of the 7th Workers Party Congress in Kim Il-Sung Square in Pyongyang on May 10, 2016. North Korea kicked off a massive parade in the centre of Pyongyang on May 10 to celebrate a just-concluded ruling party congress that was seen as a formal coronation for supreme leader Kim Jong-Un. / AFP / Ed Jones (Photo credit should read ED JONES/AFP/Getty Images)
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, your 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 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
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
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 Agent 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 machines
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
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
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Poems for 2018 Poem A Thon
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Index
Sunday April 1 Thank God For Angela
April 2, 2018 Angela Haiku
April 3, 2018 2007 How Much I Despise You
April 4 April 2 Trump’s Wall Against Reason
April 5 Angela Lee
April 6 Haiku
April 7 Spring Time Snow
April 8 Living with Pain Hanibun
April 9 Hiking the Hills of My Youth Hanibun
Sunday April 1 Thank God For Angela
Every day I wake up
And see you there
I thank God
That he had the wisdom
To send you to me
To save me
By bringing you into my life
You are the sunshine
That lights up the day
You are reason
I get up in the morning
And you are reason
I exist
Without you I am nothing
But dust blowing in the wind
Waiting until death
Takes me down
April 2, 2018 Angela Haiku
Every day I wake up
To the love of my long life
And say Thanks to God
April 3, 2018 2007 How Much I Despise You
2007 How Much I Despise You
2017 How Much I despise You
Following 2016 the second worst year ever
Will 2018 be any better ?
And what we have suffered
The darkness settles on the land
Like a curse on the land
As our mad demented senile dotard king wannabe
Struts about the worlds stage
Ushering Americas inevitable decline
April 42 Trump’s Wall Against Reason
The President wants to build a wall
Against the southern hordes
Another great wall
To keep the barbarians out
He wants to build a wall
Against reason
Against science
Against the modern world
Hiding behind the wall
On the southern border
Desperately trying to keep them out
The unwashed masses
The undocumented
The illegals
Streaming across the border
Seeking to wreck the pure land
Murderous hordes
Rapists, drug dealers
Coming to take our land over
As he stands on the border
Trying to stop the hordes himself
April 2 It Has Been Done Before
Before Trump’s Wall
There were many other walls
The Berlin Wall
The Great Wall
Hadrian’s Wall
All the walls of the ancient world
All failed
To keep the enemies out
The enemies of freedom
The enemies of the state
Still came across the border
To loot, steal, rape and plunder
And nothing could stop
The flood of history
April 2 Walls Divide Us
In Modern America
We all live in gated communities
Trying desperately to keep them out
Out of sight
Out of mind
And out of our lives
And yet we fail
Fail to accept the others
Are human beings
Are our fellow creatures
As we wall ourselves off
Into our separate communities
We loose our humanity
And we loose our selves
As we hide in our walls
Hide in our bubbles
April 2 Mr. Trump
Please tear down this wall
Please open up your heart
Please stop this madness
We are all Americans
We are all one people
And your wall
Will not stop us
From becoming one people
Please tear down this wall
Please build bridges to the future
Please open your heart
And let the love shine through
April 3 TRUMP
The President of the United States
Republican Leader of the Free world
Uber ales nations
Muttering insanities
Preposterous Nonsensical tweets
April 3 Putin
Post Modern Leader
Uniting all the Russians
Triumphant against all enemies
Including the Great Satan
Nevertheless always living in fear
April 5 Angela (Acrostic poem for Whispers)
Angela is my life
No better friend in the universe
Greatest Love of all
Every Day I thank God
Love of my life
Angela My Soul Mate
Love of my long life
Everything I ever desires
Everything I ever needed
April 5 TRUMP
The President of the United States
Republican Leader of the Free world
Uber ales nations
Muttering insanities
Preposterous Nonsensical tweets
April 5 Putin
Post Modern Leader
Uniting all the Russians
Triumphant against all enemies
Including the Great Satan
Nevertheless always living in fear
April 6 Haiku
I met my late fate
Seeing her face in a bar
And my fate ended
April 7 Hiking in the Spring Time Snow
Talking a walk in the mountains
In the spring time snow
Snow falling down all over the trail
As I wander through the hills
Breathing the early spring smells
And seeing the world covered in white magic
The last remnants of the winter’s touch
Before the spring time gambol of flowers
Overwhelms nature once again
Preparing for the summer’s hellish heat
Living with Pain
Back in 1996 I had the accident that changed everything. I went jogging one morning. It was dark outside, and I thought that I knew the trail. Big mistake. I fell down a ledge hidden where the trail should have been. I shattered me heal in a million pieces. I was rushed to an ER and told that I need an emergency operation and would be bed ridden for four months.
My wife was in San Antonio at the time serving in the Army, I was in DC working for the State Department. I flew in a wheel chair to San Antonio where they proclaimed that they had to wait a week for the swelling to go down before they could operate. The Air force doctors wanted to try a new procedure – using shark cartridge as a bone supplement. The operation was a success until I quit taking antibiotics six months later. I was in DC by myself then. I went to the hospital for an unrelated thing -removal of a cist I think. But the doctors took one look at me and proclaimed that the staph had become a multiple drug resistant staph and I needed an urgent operation. The next day I had the third of 15 operations. I endured six months at Walter Reed hospital but that was in the 90’s prior to the wars of the 21st century filled the base up. They had few customers and I got to know the doctors well.
I know pain
Intimately aware of every ache
Every pain
Ever since that day
When I went under the knife
And had the 14 operations
That saved my life
But I am not one to complain
I became one with the pain
Which I endure to this day
Knowing that I am alive
Having cheated death
Twenty times in life
Waiting for the grim reaper
To finally claim me
But that day has not come
And until then
I will endure
Hiking the Hills of My Youth
I grew up in Berkeley, California in the 60’s. Ever since I was a youngster I would wander the hills of Berkeley hiking for hours by myself and sometimes with my friends. I explored every nook and cranny every corner of the hills and got to know nature in its infinite beauty.
Ever since those days I have longed for the day that I could spend my days hiking and wondering the hills. Now that I am retired and living in Korea I can go for a long walk in the hills every day I want. It is not the same as the hills I grew up, no vistas of the Bay and it is in Korea to boot but most days it is sufficient as I head out early afternoon and conquer four or five miles of hills just enjoying that fact that I can still move and am still very much alive at age 62.
I grew up hiking the hills of Berkeley, California