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  • Make Baseball Great Again, revised

    Make Baseball Great Again, revised

    Make Baseball Great Again, revised

    Why the Game Still Matters—and How to Save It

    audio clips

    world cup of baseball

    My thoughts on the dismal state of Baseball and what can be done to bring it back

    https://worldaccordingtocosmos.com

    Make Baseball Great Again, revised

    Make Baseball Great Again, revised

    Why the Game Still Matters—and How to Save It

    audio clips

    world cup of baseball

    My thoughts on the dismal state of Baseball and what can be done to bring it back

    https://worldaccordingtocosmos.com

    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.

    1. 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.

    1. 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.

    1. A REAL WORLD SERIES

    2. baseball player
      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.

    1. 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.

    1. 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.

    1. 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.

    1. 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.

    1. 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.

    1. 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

    Email: rob.manfred@mlb.com [catholicleague.org]

    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.

    Respectfully,

    Jake Cosmos Aller
    Lifelong San Francisco Giants and Oakland A’s fan
    The World According to Cosmos
    https://worldaccordingtocosmos.com

    2) ONE‑PAGE PDF (READY TO EMAIL TO MLB)

    Your one‑page executive summary PDF is already created and ready to attach.

    Download it here:

    Making Baseball Great Again – One‑Page Executive Summary PDF

    3) FOLLOW‑UP EMAIL (IF MLB DOESN’T RESPOND)

    Send this 10–14 days after the first email.

    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.

    Respectfully,
    Jake Cosmos Aller
    The World According to Cosmos
    https://worldaccordingtocosmos.com

    I will email this to the MLB and update this blog piece if and when they respond.

    ————————————————————
    ADDENDUM II: WORLD BASEBALL CLASSIC — CHAMPIONS
    ————————————————————

    2006 — Japan
    2009 — Japan
    2013 — Dominican Republic
    2017 — United States
    2023 — Japan

    Source:
    https://www.mlb.com/world-baseball-classic/history
    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/World_Baseball_Classic [mlb.com] [en.wikipedia.org]

    ————————————————————
    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

    Source:
    https://www.espn.com/mlb/worldseries/history/winners
    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_World_Series_champions [espn.com] [en.wikipedia.org]

    March 13, 2026, 8:46 am 0 boosts 0 favorites

    Make Baseball Great Again, revised

    Make Baseball Great Again, revised

    Why the Game Still Matters—and How to Save It

    audio clips

    world cup of baseball

    My thoughts on the dismal state of Baseball and what can be done to bring it back

    https://worldaccordingtocosmos.com

    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.

    1. 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.

    1. 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.

    1. A REAL WORLD SERIES

    2. baseball player
      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.

    1. 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.

    1. 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.

    1. 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.

    1. 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.

    1. 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.

    1. 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

    Email: rob.manfred@mlb.com [catholicleague.org]

    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.

    Respectfully,

    Jake Cosmos Aller
    Lifelong San Francisco Giants and Oakland A’s fan
    The World According to Cosmos
    https://worldaccordingtocosmos.com

    2) ONE‑PAGE PDF (READY TO EMAIL TO MLB)

    Your one‑page executive summary PDF is already created and ready to attach.

    Download it here:

    Making Baseball Great Again – One‑Page Executive Summary PDF

    3) FOLLOW‑UP EMAIL (IF MLB DOESN’T RESPOND)

    Send this 10–14 days after the first email.

    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.

    Respectfully,
    Jake Cosmos Aller
    The World According to Cosmos
    https://worldaccordingtocosmos.com

    I will email this to the MLB and update this blog piece if and when they respond.

    ————————————————————
    ADDENDUM II: WORLD BASEBALL CLASSIC — CHAMPIONS
    ————————————————————

    2006 — Japan
    2009 — Japan
    2013 — Dominican Republic
    2017 — United States
    2023 — Japan

    Source:
    https://www.mlb.com/world-baseball-classic/history
    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/World_Baseball_Classic [mlb.com] [en.wikipedia.org]

    ————————————————————
    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

    Source:
    https://www.espn.com/mlb/worldseries/history/winners
    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_World_Series_champions [espn.com] [en.wikipedia.org]

    March 13, 2026, 8:46 am 0 boosts 0 favorites

     

    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.

    1. 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.

    1. 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.

    1. A REAL WORLD SERIES

    2. baseball player
      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.

    1. 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.

    1. 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.

    1. 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.

    1. 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.

    1. 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.

    1. 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

    Email: rob.manfred@mlb.com [catholicleague.org]

    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.

    Respectfully,

    Jake Cosmos Aller
    Lifelong San Francisco Giants and Oakland A’s fan
    The World According to Cosmos
    https://worldaccordingtocosmos.com

    2) ONE‑PAGE PDF (READY TO EMAIL TO MLB)

    Your one‑page executive summary PDF is already created and ready to attach.

    Download it here:

    Making Baseball Great Again – One‑Page Executive Summary PDF

    3) FOLLOW‑UP EMAIL (IF MLB DOESN’T RESPOND)

    Send this 10–14 days after the first email.

    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.

    Respectfully,
    Jake Cosmos Aller
    The World According to Cosmos
    https://worldaccordingtocosmos.com

    I will email this to the MLB and update this blog piece if and when they respond.

    ————————————————————
    ADDENDUM II: WORLD BASEBALL CLASSIC — CHAMPIONS
    ————————————————————

    2006 — Japan
    2009 — Japan
    2013 — Dominican Republic
    2017 — United States
    2023 — Japan

    Source:
    https://www.mlb.com/world-baseball-classic/history
    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/World_Baseball_Classic [mlb.com] [en.wikipedia.org]

    ————————————————————
    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

    Source:
    https://www.espn.com/mlb/worldseries/history/winners
    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_World_Series_champions [espn.com] [en.wikipedia.org

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    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.

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    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]

     

    1. more on Political Gravity
      ID #1108673entered on February 18, 2026 at 7:57pm   [Edit]   [6 views]

    #1. Law of Political Gravity

     

    Poet’s Place

    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:

    https://www.poetrymagnumopus.com/topic/2769-kwansaba/

    https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/kwansaba-poetic-forms

    https://ronrowland.com/kwansaba-praise/

     

     

    Here are some of my contributions to the Poet’s Place discussion forum

     

    #69. True Love Kwansaba
    ID #1108912 entered on February 21, 2026 at 1:56am   [Edit]   [2 views]

    #68. true Love Eintou
    ID #1108381 entered on February 14, 2026 at 11:31pm   [Edit]   [7 views]

    #67. Trumpian Nightmares Continued
    ID #1107230 entered on January 31, 2026 at 10:23pm   [Edit]   [11 views]

    #66. So many Lies Hultan
    ID #1106194 entered on January 17, 2026 at 12:36pm   [Edit]   [20 views]

    #65. Epstein’s Ghost Pantoum
    ID #1104344 entered on December 24, 2025 at 11:05am   [Edit]   [90 views]

    #64. I fear the Grim Reaper is coming
    ID #1104017 entered on December 20, 2025 at 7:24am   [Edit]   [48 views]

    #63. Insomnia Nightmare Cornish Sonnet
    ID #1103567 entered on December 13, 2025 at 9:25am   [Edit]   [52 views]

    #62. Endecha Poem
    ID #1103215 entered on December 8, 2025 at 8:29am   [Edit]   [40 views]

    #61. what’s going On?
    ID #1102927 entered on December 4, 2025 at 8:10am   [Edit]   [47 views]

    #60. The News Blues Musette Poem
    ID #1102146 entered on November 22, 2025 at 3:31am   [Edit]   [43 views]

    #59. I am Happy Rondolet
    ID #1101635 entered on November 15, 2025 at 12:51am   [Edit]   [42 views]

    #58. North Korean Rice Pot Speaks Up – Owner Goes to Prison
    ID #1101358 entered on November 10, 2025 at 11:30pm   [Edit]   [46 views]

    #57. Democrats Had a Good Night
    ID #1101012 entered on November 6, 2025 at 8:13pm   [Edit]   [49 views]

    #56. Government Shutdown Shanzi
    ID #1100687 entered on November 1, 2025 at 11:32pm   [Edit]   [53 views]

    #55. Chaos Aquarian Poem
    ID #1100684 entered on November 1, 2025 at 11:21pm   [Edit]   [59 views]

    #54. Choose Democracy Cascade Poem
    ID #1099441 entered on October 16, 2025 at 9:09pm   [Edit]   [56 views]

    #53. Too Many Men with a Gun
    ID #1099258 entered on October 13, 2025 at 9:41pm   [Edit]   [43 views]

    #52. Too Many Guns Trois-par-Huit ghosts Say Bye
    ID #1097820 entered on September 21, 2025 at 9:31pm   [Edit]   [38 views]

    #51. Every morning When I watch the news
    ID #1096071 entered on August 28, 2025 at 7:48pm   [Edit]   [71 views]

    #50. First Kiss Memories to last a life time
    ID #1096070 entered on August 28, 2025 at 7:29pm   [Edit]   [53 views]

    #49. gun Terza Rima Poem
    ID #1096069 entered on August 28, 2025 at 7:11pm   [Edit]   [78 views]

    #48. Gun Corona
    ID #1096064 entered on August 28, 2025 at 6:08pm   [Edit]   [57 views]

    #47. sci-Fi Haiku five poems
    ID #1094989 entered on August 9, 2025 at 5:37pm   [Edit]   [48 views]

    #46. alligator ALcatraz Sparrowlet
    ID #1094041 entered on July 24, 2025 at 6:57pm   [Edit]   [81 views]

    #45. Alligator Alcatraz Prison Trimericc
    ID #1093832 entered on July 21, 2025 at 2:19pm   [Edit]   [72 views]

     

     

    Weekly Challenge

    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.

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    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

     

     

    #77. The Clock Chimes at O Dark Hundred
    ID #1108674 entered on February 18, 2026 at 8:11pm   [Edit]   [4 views]

    #76. My Room with a View
    ID #1108281 entered on February 13, 2026 at 5:23pm   [Edit]   [1 views]

    #75. My Room with a View
    ID #1108280 entered on February 13, 2026 at 5:19pm   [Edit]   [4 views]

    #74. Whether to Stay
    ID #1107661 entered on February 5, 2026 at 6:04pm   [Edit]   [8 views]

    #73. SNOWFLAKE
    ID #1107224 entered on January 31, 2026 at 8:10pm   [Edit]   [9 views]

    #72. Equality Under Attack
    ID #1106724 entered on January 24, 2026 at 6:52pm   [Edit]   [10 views]

    #71. Growing up Near the Pacific Ocean
    ID #1105829 entered on January 12, 2026 at 9:52am   [Edit]   [17 views]

    #70. Blue DragonFly Leads the Alien Attack
    ID #1105304 entered on January 6, 2026 at 6:03pm   [Edit]   [19 views]

    #69. Thinking About What May Be
    ID #1104183 entered on December 22, 2025 at 10:37am   [Edit]   [24 views]

    #68. Epstein’s Ghost Cinquin
    ID #1104179 entered on December 22, 2025 at 10:22am   [Edit]   [23 views]

    #67. week 18 Chocolate Chip Cookies on A Winter Morning
    ID #1103698 entered on December 15, 2025 at 10:30am   [Edit]   [22 views]

    #66. week 17 anxiety insomnia blues
    ID #1103220 entered on December 8, 2025 at 9:35am   [Edit]   [29 views]

    #65. Week 16 If I Were a Snowflake
    ID #1102859 entered on December 3, 2025 at 4:08am   [Edit]   [39 views]

    #64. Week 15 Eintou
    ID #1102858 entered on December 3, 2025 at 4:01am   [Edit]   [30 views]

    #63. Week 12 Insomniac Nightmare Blues
    ID #1101924 entered on November 19, 2025 at 12:37am   [Edit]   [28 views]

    #62. week 14 Finding Happiness in Small Things
    ID #1101922 entered on November 19, 2025 at 12:20am   [Edit]   [24 views]

    #61. week 11 the Turkey Vrs the Eagle Grand Debate
    ID #1101462 entered on November 15, 2025 at 12:56am   [Edit]   [27 views]

    #60. Week TenTime
    ID #1100689 entered on November 1, 2025 at 11:52pm   [Edit]   [31 views]

    #59. Week Eleven Encounters with the Great Pumpkin
    ID #1100688 entered on November 1, 2025 at 11:37pm   [Edit]   [36 views]

    #58. Week Night Little Red Riding Hood Meets the Wolf
    ID #1099538 entered on October 18, 2025 at 3:26am   [Edit]   [36 views]

    #57. Week Eight Magic Nine Poem About Watching the News
    ID #1098856 entered on October 7, 2025 at 7:51pm   [Edit]   [51 views]

    #56. week seven Luck
    ID #1098818 entered on October 7, 2025 at 5:33am   [Edit]   [39 views]

    #55. week five the future is beyond our reach
    ID #1097874 entered on September 22, 2025 at 2:54pm   [Edit]   [36 views]

    #54. week six possibilities
    ID #1097873 entered on September 22, 2025 at 2:45pm   [Edit]   [31 views]

    #53. Week four BOP It is Happening Here
    ID #1097011 entered on September 9, 2025 at 3:25pm   [Edit]   [60 views]

     

     

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    Jake (aka J Cosmos)
    Writing.Com Preferred Member

    February 23, 2026, 8:36 am 0 boosts 0 favorites

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    If you’re curious, check it all out at Writing.com and consider joining the community.
    You can also explore my portfolio here:

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    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.

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    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]

     

    1. more on Political Gravity
      ID #1108673entered on February 18, 2026 at 7:57pm   [Edit]   [6 views]

    #1. Law of Political Gravity

     

    Poet’s Place

    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:

    https://www.poetrymagnumopus.com/topic/2769-kwansaba/

    https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/kwansaba-poetic-forms

    https://ronrowland.com/kwansaba-praise/

     

     

    Here are some of my contributions to the Poet’s Place discussion forum

     

    #69. True Love Kwansaba
    ID #1108912 entered on February 21, 2026 at 1:56am   [Edit]   [2 views]

    #68. true Love Eintou
    ID #1108381 entered on February 14, 2026 at 11:31pm   [Edit]   [7 views]

    #67. Trumpian Nightmares Continued
    ID #1107230 entered on January 31, 2026 at 10:23pm   [Edit]   [11 views]

    #66. So many Lies Hultan
    ID #1106194 entered on January 17, 2026 at 12:36pm   [Edit]   [20 views]

    #65. Epstein’s Ghost Pantoum
    ID #1104344 entered on December 24, 2025 at 11:05am   [Edit]   [90 views]

    #64. I fear the Grim Reaper is coming
    ID #1104017 entered on December 20, 2025 at 7:24am   [Edit]   [48 views]

    #63. Insomnia Nightmare Cornish Sonnet
    ID #1103567 entered on December 13, 2025 at 9:25am   [Edit]   [52 views]

    #62. Endecha Poem
    ID #1103215 entered on December 8, 2025 at 8:29am   [Edit]   [40 views]

    #61. what’s going On?
    ID #1102927 entered on December 4, 2025 at 8:10am   [Edit]   [47 views]

    #60. The News Blues Musette Poem
    ID #1102146 entered on November 22, 2025 at 3:31am   [Edit]   [43 views]

    #59. I am Happy Rondolet
    ID #1101635 entered on November 15, 2025 at 12:51am   [Edit]   [42 views]

    #58. North Korean Rice Pot Speaks Up – Owner Goes to Prison
    ID #1101358 entered on November 10, 2025 at 11:30pm   [Edit]   [46 views]

    #57. Democrats Had a Good Night
    ID #1101012 entered on November 6, 2025 at 8:13pm   [Edit]   [49 views]

    #56. Government Shutdown Shanzi
    ID #1100687 entered on November 1, 2025 at 11:32pm   [Edit]   [53 views]

    #55. Chaos Aquarian Poem
    ID #1100684 entered on November 1, 2025 at 11:21pm   [Edit]   [59 views]

    #54. Choose Democracy Cascade Poem
    ID #1099441 entered on October 16, 2025 at 9:09pm   [Edit]   [56 views]

    #53. Too Many Men with a Gun
    ID #1099258 entered on October 13, 2025 at 9:41pm   [Edit]   [43 views]

    #52. Too Many Guns Trois-par-Huit ghosts Say Bye
    ID #1097820 entered on September 21, 2025 at 9:31pm   [Edit]   [38 views]

    #51. Every morning When I watch the news
    ID #1096071 entered on August 28, 2025 at 7:48pm   [Edit]   [71 views]

    #50. First Kiss Memories to last a life time
    ID #1096070 entered on August 28, 2025 at 7:29pm   [Edit]   [53 views]

    #49. gun Terza Rima Poem
    ID #1096069 entered on August 28, 2025 at 7:11pm   [Edit]   [78 views]

    #48. Gun Corona
    ID #1096064 entered on August 28, 2025 at 6:08pm   [Edit]   [57 views]

    #47. sci-Fi Haiku five poems
    ID #1094989 entered on August 9, 2025 at 5:37pm   [Edit]   [48 views]

    #46. alligator ALcatraz Sparrowlet
    ID #1094041 entered on July 24, 2025 at 6:57pm   [Edit]   [81 views]

    #45. Alligator Alcatraz Prison Trimericc
    ID #1093832 entered on July 21, 2025 at 2:19pm   [Edit]   [72 views]

     

     

    Weekly Challenge

    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

     

     

    #77. The Clock Chimes at O Dark Hundred
    ID #1108674 entered on February 18, 2026 at 8:11pm   [Edit]   [4 views]

    #76. My Room with a View
    ID #1108281 entered on February 13, 2026 at 5:23pm   [Edit]   [1 views]

    #75. My Room with a View
    ID #1108280 entered on February 13, 2026 at 5:19pm   [Edit]   [4 views]

    #74. Whether to Stay
    ID #1107661 entered on February 5, 2026 at 6:04pm   [Edit]   [8 views]

    #73. SNOWFLAKE
    ID #1107224 entered on January 31, 2026 at 8:10pm   [Edit]   [9 views]

    #72. Equality Under Attack
    ID #1106724 entered on January 24, 2026 at 6:52pm   [Edit]   [10 views]

    #71. Growing up Near the Pacific Ocean
    ID #1105829 entered on January 12, 2026 at 9:52am   [Edit]   [17 views]

    #70. Blue DragonFly Leads the Alien Attack
    ID #1105304 entered on January 6, 2026 at 6:03pm   [Edit]   [19 views]

    #69. Thinking About What May Be
    ID #1104183 entered on December 22, 2025 at 10:37am   [Edit]   [24 views]

    #68. Epstein’s Ghost Cinquin
    ID #1104179 entered on December 22, 2025 at 10:22am   [Edit]   [23 views]

    #67. week 18 Chocolate Chip Cookies on A Winter Morning
    ID #1103698 entered on December 15, 2025 at 10:30am   [Edit]   [22 views]

    #66. week 17 anxiety insomnia blues
    ID #1103220 entered on December 8, 2025 at 9:35am   [Edit]   [29 views]

    #65. Week 16 If I Were a Snowflake
    ID #1102859 entered on December 3, 2025 at 4:08am   [Edit]   [39 views]

    #64. Week 15 Eintou
    ID #1102858 entered on December 3, 2025 at 4:01am   [Edit]   [30 views]

    #63. Week 12 Insomniac Nightmare Blues
    ID #1101924 entered on November 19, 2025 at 12:37am   [Edit]   [28 views]

    #62. week 14 Finding Happiness in Small Things
    ID #1101922 entered on November 19, 2025 at 12:20am   [Edit]   [24 views]

    #61. week 11 the Turkey Vrs the Eagle Grand Debate
    ID #1101462 entered on November 15, 2025 at 12:56am   [Edit]   [27 views]

    #60. Week TenTime
    ID #1100689 entered on November 1, 2025 at 11:52pm   [Edit]   [31 views]

    #59. Week Eleven Encounters with the Great Pumpkin
    ID #1100688 entered on November 1, 2025 at 11:37pm   [Edit]   [36 views]

    #58. Week Night Little Red Riding Hood Meets the Wolf
    ID #1099538 entered on October 18, 2025 at 3:26am   [Edit]   [36 views]

    #57. Week Eight Magic Nine Poem About Watching the News
    ID #1098856 entered on October 7, 2025 at 7:51pm   [Edit]   [51 views]

    #56. week seven Luck
    ID #1098818 entered on October 7, 2025 at 5:33am   [Edit]   [39 views]

    #55. week five the future is beyond our reach
    ID #1097874 entered on September 22, 2025 at 2:54pm   [Edit]   [36 views]

    #54. week six possibilities
    ID #1097873 entered on September 22, 2025 at 2:45pm   [Edit]   [31 views]

    #53. Week four BOP It is Happening Here
    ID #1097011 entered on September 9, 2025 at 3:25pm   [Edit]   [60 views]

     

     

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    Tell them Cosmos sent you!

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    Writing.Com Preferred Member

  • Gun VIolence in South Korea Vrs in the US

    Gun VIolence in South Korea Vrs in the US

    Gun Violence in South Korea VRS in the U.S.

    Guns KIll People

    Letter to Ted Cruz Regarding Guns

    https://wp.me/p7NAzO-3BX

    🔫 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

    🎯 Trigger latest Gun Violence Drama Rocks Korea

    Title in Korean

    Review of K Drama Trigger

    • 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.
    • Themes:
    • Moral ambiguity: No clear heroes or villains.

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  • New Religions for a New Age

    New Religions for a New Age

     

    New Religions for a New Age

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    https://wp.me/p7NAzO-3iC

    Meeting God in a Lake

    Encounters with God
    Corona Virus is Not God’s Punishment

    to the Pain Gods

    Audio clip New Religon for a New Age podcast

    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

     

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    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

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    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

     

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    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

    published in The HyperTexts

    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.

     

    CO-Pilot Background info on the movie The Big Lebowski

     and on the Church of the Dude which is a real thing

     “The Big Lebowski” is a 1998 independent crime comedy film written, directed, produced, and co-edited by Joel and Ethan Coen1The film stars Jeff Bridges as Jeffrey “The Dude” Lebowski, a Los Angeles slacker and avid bowler1.

    The story revolves around “The Dude” who is mistaken for another Jeffrey Lebowski, a wheelchair-bound millionaire23The Dude seeks restitution for his ruined rug and enlists his bowling buddies to help get it4The millionaire Lebowski’s trophy wife is supposedly kidnapped, and the millionaire commissions The Dude to deliver the ransom to secure her release1The plan goes awry when the Dude’s friend, Walter Sobchak (played by John Goodman), schemes to keep the ransom money for the Dude and himself1.

    The film is known for its eccentric characters, comedic dream sequences, idiosyncratic dialogue, and eclectic soundtrack1Despite receiving mixed reviews at the time of its release, it has since become a cult favorite1In 2014, the film was selected for preservation in the United States National Film Registry by the Library of Congress as being “culturally, historically, or aesthetically significant”1.

    1en.wikipedia.org2www1.123moviesme.online3themoviedb.org4imdb.com

    The Church of the Dude, officially known as The Church of the Latter-Day Dude, is a religion, philosophy, or lifestyle inspired by “The Dude”, the protagonist of the Coen Brothers’ 1998 film “The Big Lebowski”1.

     

    The Church was founded in 2005 by Oliver Benjamin, a journalist based in Chiang Mai, Thailand12Dudeism’s stated primary objective is to promote a modern form of Chinese Taoism, outlined in Tao Te Ching by Laozi (6th century BCE), blended with concepts from the Ancient Greek philosopher Epicurus (341–270 BCE), and presented in a style as personified by the character of Jeffrey “The Dude” Lebowski1.

     

    Dudeism advocates and encourages the practice of “going with the flow”, “being cool headed”, and “taking it easy” in the face of life’s difficulties, believing that this is the only way to live in harmony with our inner nature and the challenges of interacting with other people1It also aims to assuage feelings of inadequacy that arise in societies which place a heavy emphasis on achievement and personal fortune1.

    As of May 2017, an estimated 450,000 Dudeist Priests have been ordained worldwide1Despite its use of comedic film references and occasional criticism of religion in its traditional sense, its founder and many adherents take the underlying philosophy somewhat seriously1.

    Please note that while Dudeism draws heavily from the philosophy presented in “The Big Lebowski”, it is a legitimate religious movement with its own beliefs and practices1. I

    PS I became a Dudist. their web page is hoot.

     

    “everything is Illuminated”

    Jake Lee was a mystic philosopher

    In Berkeley, California

    One day he realized

     

    “Everything is Illuminated, everything is one

    Enlightened he formed a new religion

    Based on the unification of every religion

     

    The new age faith, “Dudeism”

    Swept across the world

    POETIC BOOK TITLES

    Jonathan Safran Foer Illuminates everything

    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.
    • Flying Spaghetti Monster – Wikipedia·
    • Church of the SubGenius

    • Church of the Sub-Genius
      Church of the Sub-Genius

      Bobdobbs
      Bobdobbs

    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.

    Logo_of_the_Family_Federation_for_World_Peace_and_UnificationBobdobbs
    Logo_of_the_Family_Federation_for_World_Peace_and_Unification
    • Unification Church (Moonies):

    • 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.

    Unification Church – Wikipedia

    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.

    Co-pilot provided more background information

    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.

    Japan to Disband Controversial Unification Church Tied to Abe Assassination | TIME

    https://www.nbcnewyork.com/news/national-international/unification-church-at-center-of-abe-assassination-under-increased-scrutiny/3775817/?form=MG0AV3

    EXPLAINER: The Unification Church’s ties to Japan’s politics | AP News

     Scientology:

    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.

    Scientology beliefs and practices – Wikipedia

    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.

    • Hare Krishna (ISKCON):

    Who Are The Hare Krishnas: Origin, Beliefs, And Philosophy – Yaduraj

    Korean Cults

    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

    Co-pilot provided more background information

    1. Shinchan (New Heaven and New Earth)

     

    1. 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.
    2. JMS (Jesus Morning Star):
    3. 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.
    4. Salvation Sect (Evangelical Baptist Church of Korea):
    5. 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.

     

    1. Providence (Jesus Morning Star):
    2. 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.
    3. All About Cults in Korea: Deception, Persuasion, and Self-Proclaimed Messiahs | Expat Guide Korea

    The Cults of South Korea – The Diplomat

    Rajneesh Puram

    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.

    Co-Pilot provided background information.

    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.

    For further reading, you can check out these articles:

     Revival of the Norse religion

    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:

    1. 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.
    2. 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.
    3. Ethics and Values: Heathen ethical systems emphasize honor, personal integrity, and loyalty. Community and kinship are also highly valued.
    4. 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.

    Further Reading:

    Religion of the Roman Empire

    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.

    CO-Pilot provided background information

    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.

    For further reading, you can check out these resources:

    Mormon Church

    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.

    Co-pilot provided background information

    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

    1. 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.
    2. Additional Scriptures: Besides the Bible, Mormons also consider the Book of Mormon, Doctrine and Covenants, and the Pearl of Great Price as sacred texts.
    3. Eternal Progression: They believe in the potential for humans to become like God and live eternally in His presence.
    4. Baptism for the Dead: Mormons perform baptisms on behalf of deceased individuals to offer them the chance of salvation.
    5. Health Code: The Word of Wisdom advises members to abstain from alcohol, tobacco, coffee, and tea.
    6. 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.

    Would you like to know more about any specific aspect of the Mormon Church?

    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.

    Co-pilot provided more background information

    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.

    Co-pilot provided the following background information

    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.

    Church of Satan

     

    Contemporary Jewish Religion in The U.S

    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.

     

    Holocaust Remembrance in The Trump Era

    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

     

    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

    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 …

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    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

    Yom Hashoah 2022 ~ Justice After the Holocaust …

    https://www.torat-el.org › events › yom-HaShoah-2022-justice-after-the-holocaust

    Register Now: Yom HaShoah 2022 Events – Kupferberg …

    https://khc.qcc.cuny.edu › blog › register-now-yom-HaShoah-2022-events

    National Yom HaShoah UK Commemoration 2022

    https://yomhashoah.org.uk

    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.

    Co-PIlot provided more background information:

    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.

    For more information, you can visit the .

    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.

    Co-PIlot provided more details:

    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.

    CO-Pilot provides more background information on this growing movement.

    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.

    Co-Pilot provide additional background information.

    • 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.

    CO-Pilot provided background information.

    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.

    Co-PIlot provided backgroud information

    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 .

    Q

    Reptilian Shape Shifter Alien Conspiracy Theory

    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.

    .

    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.:
    1. 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.
    2. Peoples Temple: Founded by Jim Jones, this group is infamous for the mass suicide-murder in Jonestown, Guyana, in 1978.
    3. Heaven’s Gate: Led by Marshall Applewhite, members believed that leaving their bodies behind would transfer their consciousness into an extraterrestrial being.
    4. 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.
    5. Rajneeshpuram: Led by Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh (Osho), this group attempted to take over a town in Oregon in the early 1980s.
    6. 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.
    7. 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:

    1. 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.
    2. 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.
    3. 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.
    4. Necronomicon: A fictional grimoire that appears in many of Lovecraft’s stories, containing knowledge of the Great Old Ones and other forbidden lore.

    Further Reading:

    The Complete Cthulhu Mythos Tales

     

    Substack

    Substack

    Substack Podcast

    substack podcast

    Medium

    View at Medium.com

    Wattpad

    Wattpad Entry

    Spotify Podcast

    https://creators.spotify.com/pod/show/j-cosmos/episodes/New-Religions-for-a-New-Era-e2tnh5b

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  • Flashman Novels

    Flashman Novels

    Flashman Novels

    Review of the Flashman  Novels George MacDonald Fraser

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    Cosmos Reading List 2023

    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.

    Novels in the Series:

    Publication sequence[edit]

    Books by publication sequence
    Title and time Publisher Date Length (first edition) Plot Ref.
    Flashman
    (1839–1842)
    Herbert Jenkins 1969 256 pp 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.

    [29]
    Royal Flash
    (1842–1843 and
    1847–1848)
    Barrie & Jenkins 1970 256 pp 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. [30]
    Flash for Freedom!
    (1848–1849)
    Barrie & Jenkins 1971 272 pp 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. [31]
    Flashman at the Charge
    (1854–1855)
    Barrie & Jenkins 1973 286 pp 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 BegTajik and Uzbek warriors attack and destroy the Russian fleet with the aid of Flashman, who had been drugged with hashish. [32]
    Flashman in the Great Game
    (1856–1858)
    Barrie & Jenkins 1975 336 pp 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. [33]
    Flashman’s Lady
    (1842–1845)
    Barrie & Jenkins 1977 328 pp 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. [34]
    Flashman and the Redskins
    (1849–1850 and
    1875–1876)
    William Collins, Sons 1982 512 pp The story immediately follows the end of Flash for Freedom!

    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 DeadwoodDakota Territory.

    [35]
    Flashman and the Dragon
    (1860)
    William Collins, Sons 1985 352 pp 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. [36]
    Flashman and the Mountain of Light
    (1845–1846)
    William Collins, Sons 1990 332 pp 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. [37]
    Flashman and the Angel of the Lord
    (1858–1859)
    HarperCollins 1994 400 pp 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. [38]
    Flashman and the Tiger
    (1878–1894)
    HarperCollins 1999 352 pp 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“).
    [39]
    Flashman on the March
    (1867–1868)
    HarperCollins 2005 320 pp 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. [40]

    Fictional chronology[edit]

    Title page of Thomas Hughes‘s 1857 novel Tom Brown’s School Days, the origin of the Flashman character

    Flashman’s fictional chronology
    Title Years covered Publication order Locations Ref.
    Flashman 1839–1842 1 Britain, India and Afghanistan [41]
    Royal Flash 1842–1843 2 Britain, Germany and Denmark [42]
    Flashman’s Lady 1842–1845 6 Britain, Borneo and Madagascar [43]
    Flashman and the Mountain of Light 1845–1846 9 Indian Punjab [44]
    Royal Flash 1847–1848 2 Germany and Denmark [42]
    Flash for Freedom! 1848–1849 3 Britain, West Africa and the USA [45]
    Flashman and the Redskins 1849–1850 7 USA [46]
    Flashman at the Charge 1854–1855 4 Britain, Crimea and Central Asia [47]
    Flashman in the Great Game 1856–1858 5 Britain and India [48]
    Flashman and the Angel of the Lord 1858–1859 10 India, South Africa and the USA [49]
    Flashman and the Dragon 1860 8 China [50]
    Flashman on the March 1867–1868 12 Abyssinia [51]
    Flashman and the Redskins 1875–1876 7 USA [46]
    “The Road to Charing Cross” 1878 11 Berlin [52]
    “Flashman and the Tiger” 1879 11 Africa [53]
    “The Road to Charing Cross” 1883–1884 11 Europe [52]
    “The Subtleties of Baccarat” 1890 & 1891 11 Britain [54]
    “Flashman and the Tiger” 1894 11 Britain [53]

     

    META AI and Co-Pilot provided me with the following additional information

     

    From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

    George MacDonald Fraser‘s Flashman novels

    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 HughesTom 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.

    Context[edit]

    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.

    Explanatory note, Flashman[2]

    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 FlashmanVCKCBKCIE. 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[edit]

    Main article: Harry Paget Flashman

    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

    Biographical note, Flashman on the March[13]

    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]

    During his travels Flashman meets people who took part in 19th-century events, including Queen VictoriaAbraham LincolnOtto von BismarckOscar Wilde and Florence Nightingale, and he is involved as a participant in some of the century’s most notable events, including the Indian Rebellion, the Taiping Rebellion, the charge of the Light Brigade, the Siege of KhartoumJohn Brown’s raid on Harpers Ferry and the Battle of the Little Bighorn.[27]

    Flashman died in 1915, although the details are unknown.[28]

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  • April Poetry Madness 2024 April 26 to April 30, 2024 Poems

    April Poetry Madness 2024 April 26 to April 30, 2024 Poems

    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.

    You can find my previous entries here:

    April 1 to April 6 Poems 2024 Poetry Madness

    April Poetry Madness 2024 April 7 to April 14

    PSH April 2023 Poems

    April 2023 Poems

    Writers Digest April 2023 Poems

    Comments are welcomed but keep it civil.

    Part One

    April 1

    PSH Ode to Durian

    WD  Optimistic Letourneau

    WC Dew Drop Inn

    Easter Bunny -warm up March 31

    Sarang pabo love fool

    NaPoWrMo Springtime Flowers Blooming Love

    April 2

    PSH The Words of the Year 1955 PSH

    WD Sad and happy days

    WC Dew Drop Inn

    NaPoWrMo  Cage

    NaPoWrMo It Can’t Happen Here

     

    April 3

    Berkeley Mad Pyscotic Pineapple Burns Sonnet

    PSH 2 AI Version Traditional Sonnet

    WD  My Musical Street

    WC Dew Drop Inn

    NaPoWrMo  Ode to Coffee

     

    April 4, 2024

    PSH The Cosmic Dog from Goa

    WD Don’t Make a Mistake Vote for Jake

    WC Ending Daily Shaving in Retirement

    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
    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:

    1. lyrical meditation.
    2. quatorzain, 2 sestetsmade up of linked enclosed tercets, followed by a refrain which is the repeat of the first line of each sestet.
    3. metered at the discretion of the poet, lines should be of similar length.
    4. rhymed Ababcc Defdef AD The first line of each sestet are repeated in refrain in the last couplet.
    5. 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.

    Syllable Pattern:  3/4/3/4/3/4/7                                                                                                

    https://poetscollective.org/poetryforms/whitney/

    Write a poem every day of April with the 2024 April Poem-A-Day Challenge. For today’s prompt, write a remix poem.

    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
    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.

    Information can be found here: “Cinquain, Double

    One stanza – just five lines.

    Topic is yours to choose.

     

    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?

    xx
    xxxx
    xxxxxx
    xxxxxxxx
    xx

    The Double Cinquain have twice as many syllables, but still five lines.
    So in a scheme it looks:

    xxxx
    xxxxxxxx
    xxxx xxxxxxxx
    xxxxxxxx
    xxxx

    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
    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:

    1. Write at The End poem, and/or…
    2. Write a Beginning poem.

     

    Writing Com Dew Drop Inn Prompts

    April 26—Noise  Now My Home Korea

     

    map of three kingdoms

    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
    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.

    Our daily resource is the video archive of the Silo City Reading Series, hosted by the Just Buffalo Literary Center in Buffalo, New York.

    And now for our (optional) prompt. Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem that involves alliterationconsonance, and assonanceAlliteration 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.

    Agnew’s legacy is marked by both his political achievements and the scandal that led to his resignation. His colorful language and controversial stance left a lasting impact on American politics. 12

    Feel free to explore more about his life and career through the provided links:

     

    Day 27 Insomnia Blues An American Sonnet

     

    At o dark hundred hours

    I am  often still wide awake

    As I go down rabbit holes

    Imagining dark imaginings

    Playing endless what-if games

    What if I have cancer

    What if I have Alzheimers

    What if I the big earthquake quakes

    What if the big volcano blows up

    What if I die in a fiery plane crash

    What if I am shot and killed

    What if Trump launches Fascism

    And arrests me for my blogging?

    The dawning sun blasts me out of my bed.

    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

     

     

     

     

     

     

    photo created by Bing Co-Pilot

     

    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 bivalve clam 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
    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.”

    The End

     

  • PSH April 2023 Poems

    PSH April 2023 Poems

    PSH April 2023 Poems

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

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

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

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

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

    Thanks for reading my stuff. Appreciate the support.

    Index

    30

    Misdirections to my Mom’s House in Berkeley

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

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

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

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

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

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

    Probably most people
    Knew that
    Or they just did not care

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

    Unless you were driving
    While black of course.

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

    April 29

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

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    evil_computer_is_evil_by_insanefangirl_

     

     

     

     

     

     

    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
    pine trees jpeg

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    Quietly condemning us
    With their quiet tears,
    and falling leaves

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

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

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

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

    I have a vision
    One morning
    I will open the door

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

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

    and turn me
    all of my kind
    Into silent tombs

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

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

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

    Two bonus poems on a similar theme

    Old Tree Missing Humans

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

    The last Tree remaining is transported to another world

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

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

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

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

    I am afraid
    If I keep writing
    I will tell you

    Secrets
    What is best left
    Unsaid

    Secrets I should take
    To my grave

    If I keep writing
    I will have to tell you

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

    Which may destroy you
    In the end
    Shall I continue?

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

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

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

    이심촘심
    isimchomsim

    A date I will always remember
    We wed in December

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

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

     

     

     

     

     

     

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

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

    #21. Sparks Flowing Heart to Heart Shoa Poem

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

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

    In Korean

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

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

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

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

    when I met my dream girl

    sparks flew from heart to heart

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

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

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

    While reading
    Robert Harris’s Epic History

    Of Cicero
    One of the greatest politicians
    Of the ancient world

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

    To quote the classic song
    “As time goes by”

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

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

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

    My computer hates me
    My computer wants to kill me

    My computer is plotting against me
    Constantly sending me messages

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

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

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

     

     

     

     

     

     

    Over the rainbow

    Past the railroad tracks
    There is another land
    Another world

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

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

    The dream gods
    Take you there
    Nightly

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

    And this world
    Is nothing but an illusion
    A dream world

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    ID #1048435 entered on April 19, 2023

    Sam Adams does over meditation

    Sam Adams
    Is feeling his age
    He just turned 70.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    Should have addressed
    His ld.
    While in college.

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

    Should have moved
    To Berkeley
    And become a politician.

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

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

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

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

    Should have started
    A youtube channel
    Becoming a youtube sensation.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    The end times
    Were upon on all
    As the old order

    Began to fall apart
    The rot was complete

    I returned
    To the party
    Of the damned

    Drinking my way
    To hell

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

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

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

    I am from a garden
    Whose fruit trees bloom

    I am from a university city
    Filled with radical ideas

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

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

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

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

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

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

    Korean Food
    Korean Food

     

     

     

     

     

     

    I love Korean Food

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

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

    Fell in love with it
    And all things Korean

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

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

    But it is all done in a unique Korean style

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

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

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

    The entire meal
    A feast for the eyes
    Nose and mouth

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

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

    My favorites include

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

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

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

    while reading Charles Bukowski’s poetry
    on the metro ride home
    listening to Buddha bar music
    on my oh-too-hip iPod

    I begin to see myself as I was
    over 30 years ago when I was merely a bit player
    a minor character in a Charles Bukowski poem

    a wild young underemployed intellectual
    hanging out in dismal bars and dives

    all over Asia and California
    hanging with disreputable women

    and drunks and drinkers
    and characters

    out of his kinds of haunts

    a mad poet bard of the underground
    a drunken poet in a drunken bum show
    that nightly played in his head

    then one day I met the woman of my dreams
    and went down a different path
    a long slow path to respectability

    and now 30 years later
    I am no longer a wild man
    I am still a poet at heart
    but I am now also a bureaucrat
    in a button-down suite

    doing the people’s business
    working for the government
    I’ve become the man

    sometimes I wonder
    would I have been better off
    going down that other path

    would I have ended up
    somewhere else
    doing something else

    would I have been as happy
    would I have been as successful?

    No answer satisfies
    the longing in my heart
    for that wild thing
    that still lurks beneath
    it’s a civilized cover

    and I know that I am still
    a mad poet at heart
    railing against the injustice of the world

    as I work day by day

    in the belly of the great beast of state
    I recall the ancient Chinese saying,
    “Confucian during the day while Taoist rebel at night”
    playing out in my head and nightly dreams
    in the true American upper-class patrician tradition

    I close the book
    and look out the window
    get off the train,
    and walk slowly home

    and realize I had no choice
    but to take the path that I�’ve trodden on

    and so I put aside my misgivings
    and say goodbye to my “Bukowski” desires
    for another night of domestic contentment

    was it worth it all to take the conventional path?
    and not take the bohemian road to hell and back

    I look at my wife and realize
    I had no choice, had no choice
    but to follow her to the ends of the earth

    and beyond by her side

    as we walked our path
    of shared destiny

    goodbye
    Charles Bukowski
    wherever you are
    may I meet you

    in a bar in the next life
    and figure out

    where we should have gone

    until then the drinks are on me.

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

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

     

     

     

     

     

     

    Frank Zappa

     

     

     

     

     

    Sitting in the dental chair
    undergoing dental surgery
    while the dentist probes
    and tortures me
    with his instruments of pain.

    The Frank Zappa song
    plays over and over
    the torture never stops
    the torture never stops.

    And I think of the mad dentist
    in the little house of horrors
    the Jack Nicolson character
    who screams pain is good!

    As he assaults his patients
    doing root canals
    without anesthesia.

    And so, I endure the torture
    of the dentist
    in the vain hope
    I can save my teeth.

    Until the next time
    I undergo mental torture
    the song faces away
    and I slowly recover.

    Then as I leave
    I am confronted with the bill
    and the song roars back to life.

    The torture never stops
    the torture never stops.
    Written after seeing the dentist © 4 years ago, j

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

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

    Who is the name
    Of the person on the badge

    Who are they
    The people behind the badge

    The people we work with
    All day long

    Do they know
    Who we are?

    Or are we just
    Strangers passing through
    The world?

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

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

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

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

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

    Just more corporate
    Bs weasel words

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

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

    Piano Calling Me

    The piano sits
    In my room

    Waiting for me
    To play some music

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

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

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

    Korean pottery of Love

    In Korea
    there are many pottery kilns

    ancient art form
    in the land of the morning calm

    I have a few pieces
    I bought it years ago

    and enjoy looking
    at my vase

    filled with love
    for my wife

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

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

    many packs of us dollars
    many packs of us dollars

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    Some people
    Become consumed
    With money

    Thinking that money
    Can buy happiness
    Money can buy love

    But one
    Can not eat money
    Not really

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

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

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

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

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

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

    And for that,
    I will never
    Ever
    Apologize

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

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

    Forever Girl

    When we first met
    I knew that you
    Were the one

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

    You were it
    My eternal soul mate
    My forever love

    #2. What is a Jake?

    what is a Jake

    Who am I?
    Where am I?

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

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

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

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

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

    cnn logo
    cnn logo

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

     

    coffee
    coffee

     

     

     

     

     

    Coffee
    Must drink more
    Just hot

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

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

    the end

  • Thoughts on Visiting the Holocaust Museum

    Thoughts on Visiting the Holocaust Museum

    Thoughts on Visiting the Holocaust Museum

    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.

    Sincerely,

    Rick Lupert

    http://PoetrySuperHighway.com/psh
    http://www.haikuniverse.com/

    poetry super highway free chapbook

    Index

    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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    April 23, 2022

    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

    candels
    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

    United States Holocaust Memorial Museum

    View the full schedule. Today at the Museum Programs and Activities. View weekly schedule. Museum Exhibitions Permanent and Special Exhibitions. Admission and Tickets Instructions for getting timed passes. 100 Raoul Wallenberg Place, SW, Washington, DC 20024-2126 View Map.

    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 …

    Images for yom hashoah 2022

    Register Now: Yom HaShoah 2022 Events – Kupferberg …
    https://khc.qcc.cuny.edu › blog › register-now-yom-HaShoah-2022-events

    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
    https://yomhashoah.org.uk

    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.

     

  • April 6th, 2022 Poems

    April 6th, 2022 Poems

    April 6th, 2022 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.

    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.

    Podcast update

    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.

    Here are links to my previous April poems

    Ten Best April 2021 Poems

    April 25 to April 30 2021Poems

    April 16 to April 20 2021 Poems

    April 16 to April 20 2021 Poems

    April 10 to April 14 2021 Poems

    April 1 to April 5 Poems

    April 6 to April 9 Cosmos’s Poetry 

    April 6 to April 9 Cosmos’s Poetry 

    April 6 to April 9 Cosmos’s Poetry

     Cosmos’s 2020 April Poetry Part One

    Cosmos’s 2020 April Poetry Part One

    April 2019 Poems

    April 20 to April 25th 2021 Poems

    2022 April Poetry Madness April 1 to 3 poems

    April 5 2022, Poems

    April 4th 2022, Poems

    Begin Poems:

    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
    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
    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.

    the End

  • 2022 April Poetry Madness April 1 to 3 poems

    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.

    Podcast update

    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.

    here are links to my previous April poems

    Ten Best April 2021 Poems

    April 25 to April 30 2021Poems

    April 16 to April 20 2021 Poems

    April 16 to April 20 2021 Poems

    April 10 to April 14 2021 Poems

    April 1 to April 5 Poems

    April 6 to April 9 Cosmos’s Poetry 

    April 6 to April 9 Cosmos’s Poetry 

    April 6 to April 9 Cosmos’s Poetry

     Cosmos’s 2020 April Poetry Part One

    Cosmos’s 2020 April Poetry Part One

    April 2019 Poems

    April 20 to April 25th 2021 Poems

    April Poems Index

    Total Posted
    Total not Posted
    Total poems April
    Total Poems YTD

    Index

    March 31

    Forever Might Be Short NaPoWrMo Pro
    Warming Up to the Day Dew Drop-in =
    Re-born Local Gem
    No More April Fool’s Day! Writer’s Cramp

    Friday Day 1:

    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.

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    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.

    Retirement Epic Road Trip Local Gem

    for more on this epic trip and other travels see  ON THE ROAD PUBLISHED

    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…………………..

    Saturday Day 2:

    Insomnia Blues Dew Drop In

    O Dark hundred hours

    04 a.m.

    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.

    Write a poem about sleep (or insomnia)

    Saturday Day 2:

    A Solivagant’s Journey to Distant Times NaPoWriMo

    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
    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.

    I said to my wife

    “I am free
    Free at last
    No longer a Govbot.”

    We had a moment
    Then continued our journey.

    Sunday Day 3:

    Alone Glosa NaPoWriMo

    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

    The glose or glosa is an interesting Spanish form that reminds me a bit of the golden shovel or cento. The basic premise is that you quote four lines of poetry as an epigraph from another poem or poet. These four lines act as a refrain in the final line of the four stanzas written by the poet. So the first line of the epigraph would be the final line of the first stanza, the second line ends the second stanza, etc.

    The most common convention is for each of these stanzas to be ten lines in length. There are no other hard and fast rules for rhymes or syllables, though line length is usually consistent within the poem (so the epigraph kind of sets the line length).

    form to help you get started.

    Happy writing!

    Basic Poem Alone ‘=

    Alone”

    BY EDGAR ALLAN POE

    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

    %
    + –
    $

    +

    0

    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
    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,

    TBC April 4th

    Commets welcomed.

  • Where to Find Me on the Web

    Where to Find Me on the Web

    Where to Find Cosmos’s Work

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    Cosmos Books Read 2021 Update
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    Starting in 2016 when I retired, I began posting my work on various sites and began getting my poetry, fiction, and essays published all over, including of course on my flagstaff blog post, The World According To Cosmos. Here is where you can find my work. I generally try to update my postings once a week. The blog entry is copied to LinkedIn, Twitter, and Tumblr automatically, the rest I have to manually add so it may take a while before everything is in synch. Also, since last summer, I have been podcasting weekly, using the Anchor podcast platform.  I am now also writing on Medium and Wattpad. Starting next year, I hope to add regular vblogging on YouTube, advice on what software to use for that would be greatly appreciated. Please follow me on all these sites

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    Publication Listing

    A partial listing, work in progress.

    Imaging The End Of The World Ariel Chart: International Literary Journal
    No More Coffee Blues Ariel Chart: International Literary Journal
    What Am I DNA Results Ariel Chart: International Literary Journal
    End Times Ariel Chart: International Literary Journal
    Imagining End Of The World Ariel Chart
    Just Another Night In The City Of Angels Ariel Chart

    The Revolution Is Coming Beatnik Cowboy,

    I’d Rather Not Mess With Sam Between Hangovers

    A Million Ways To Say I Love You Blessed With Love Poems
    I Still Want You Blessed With Love Poems
    Ode To Valentine Day Blessed With Love Poems
    Love Explained To A Space Alien Blessed With Love Poems

    Slime Patrol To The 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
    Meeting God in Bombay Creativity Webzine
    Cosmic Dog from Goa Creativity Webzine
    Buddha Cat Creativity Webzine
    The Story of How We Met Creativity Webzine
    Fate Intertwined Creativity Webzine
    Wild Things Happen Creativity Webzine
    God Drinks Coffee Creativity Webzine
    Requiem for an Era Creativity Webzine
    Howling at the Moon Creativity Webzine

    Creativity Webzine
    The Truth Shall Set You Free Creativity Webzine

    My Name Is Nobody Down In The Dirt
    Strangeness In The Air Down In The Dirt
    Snarling Cup Of Coffee Down In The Dirt
    Charles Bukowski Road Not Taken Down In The Dirt
    Fallen Dreams Litter The Ground Down In The Dirt
    Hitchhiking Tales Down In The Dirt
    Howling at the Moon Down In The Dirt
    3-5-7 Love Poem Down In The Dirt
    If You Have Been Around Down In The Dirt
    Foreigner Walking The Seoul Wall Down In The Dirt
    Old Man Visiting His Wife’s Grave Down In The Dirt

    Awaiting The Judgement Every Writer Horror Contest
    Mad Bag Piper Of Berkeley Every Writer Horror Contest
    Coffee Poem
    Bad Craziness *

    Kimchi Blues Eskimo Pie
    Kimchi Blues Friends of Korea website

    A New Year’S Visit To The Oregon Coast Excavation
    Casino Thoughts Excavation

    Winter Haiflu Failed Haiku

    Indian Casino Thoughts Fiends Of Korea

    Lone Foreigner Walking The Wall Of Seoul Former People, a Journal of Bangs and Whimpers
    A New Year’s Visit To The Oregon Coast Former People: A Journal Of Bangs And Whimpers
    Indian Casino Thoughts Former People: A Journal Of Bangs And Whimpers
    Casino Thoughts Former People: A Journal Of Bangs And Whimpers
    Former People: A Journal Of Bangs And Whimpers
    Four Coffee Poems Former People: A Journal Of Bangs And Whimpers
    Four Coffee Poems Former People: A Journal Of Bangs And Whimpers
    Four Coffee Poems Former People: A Journal Of Bangs And Whimpers
    Four Coffee Poems
    Fiction Dream
    Fiction Dream
    Corona Virus Haiku Fiction Dream
    Fiction Dream
    Just Enough For Coffee

    One Moment, One Day Fourxfour Poetry Journal

    Met My Fate In Bar Room Face From Addict To Advocate

    Various Haiku Journal

    Hill Rag Hello Bonzai

    One Night In Bombay Hello Poetry

    Cosmic Cat 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)
    Ink Pantry (Website)
    Just An Unhinged Lunatic Ink Pantry (Website)
    Ink Pantry (Website)
    Total Successor Or Total Failure Ink Pantry (Website)
    2021 Haiku
    General Corona Appears In A Vision Inner Circle Writers’ Group Anthology Series
    Cancel Culture Run Amuck
    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

    The Virus King Cried Muse

    Fake Jake Nthanda Review
    Fake Smiles Nthanda Review

    White Lady
    The Opiate
    God’s Confession Scarlet Leaf

    Opiate
    Bad Craziness
    Otherwise Engaged
    Cats
    In Seach Of America Outlaw Poetry
    It Is A Gun Situation, Mr. President Outlaw Poetry
    Prayer Works Outlaw Poetry
    I Don’t Get It Outlaw Poetry
    Dear Governor Abbot Outlaw Poetry
    When Will This Madness End – Short Version Outlaw Poetry
    Lost And Found Outlaw Poetry
    My Mother’s History Outlaw Poetry
    Conversation With Teddy Roosevelt Outlaw Poetry
    Watching Cats Hunt Outlaw Poetry

    End of America Outlaw Poetry

    Watching The News As 110,000 Americans Die Plethora Blogazine
    Wearing A Mask Is Not A Political Statement Plethora Blogazine
    Wearing Masks Saves Life Plethora Blogazine
    Who Are You Going To Believe, Me Or Your Lying Eye Plethora Blogazine

    Back Of The Bus The Poet on the Road
    Bus Ride The Poet on the Road Poet The Poet on the Road
    Cross Country Trip Part One The Poet on the Road
    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

    Dream Lover Scryptic
    Dream Tanaga Scryptic
    Rafting To Hell Scryptic
    Satanic Torture Scryptic

    Worlds Within Worlds Sick Lit Magazine

    Green Trees Don’t Make It Sick Lit Magazine
    Siren Song Of Doom Sick Lit Magazine

    Various Sixfold
    Corona Poems Soft Cartel
    Dora The Galactic Explorer Soft Cartel
    Every Day I Turn On The News
    Chaos Spillwords Press
    Mocking Faces Spillwords Press

    Just Enough For Coffee Spillwords Press
    Waiting For The Grim Reaper’S Decision Spillwords Press

    The Virus King Cried Subterranean Blue Poetry

    Cosmic Cat From Berkeley Swenk
    Cats Swenk
    The Buddha Cat Of Edsall Road Swenk
    Demon Cat Swenk
    Cat Fight In Incheon Swenk

    Love Haiku The Universe Journal
    Night Terrors The Universe Journal

    Jack Daniels Failed Intervention Unlikely Story

    The Trial Of The Poet Tiger Shark
    Life In-Between Tiger Shark
    Love Haiku Tigershark
    I Like My Coffee Tigershark
    Love Haku 1 Tigershark
    Lost And Found Tigershark

    The Virus King Cried Tigershark

    1984 Is Here To Stay Tuck
    The Dogs Of War Are Howling Tuck

    Just Enough For Coffee Tuck
    Donald Trump And The Vulgarians Rise To Power Tuck

    Lost And found Two Drops Of Ink
    Strong Wine Two Drops Of Ink
    Voices Of My Doom Two Drops Of Ink
    Dora The Galactic Explorer Two Drops Of Ink
    Last Year Of American Greatness Two Drops Of Ink
    Mocking Faces Two Drops Of Ink
    Morning Light Two Drops Of Ink
    Wild Man Sits In Gilded Cage Two Drops Of Ink
    Climate Change Two Drops Of Ink
    The Lion King Speaks Up Two Drops Of Ink
    Wild Things Run Amuk Two Drops Of Ink
    Wild Things Run Amuk Two Drops Of Ink
    Yesterday Morning Two Drops Of Ink

    Howling At The Moon Two Drops Of Ink
    No More Coffee Blues Two Drops Of Ink
    Ode To Coffee Two Drops Of Ink
    Slease 2 Two Drops Of Ink

    Snarling Cup Of Coffee Ugly Writers, The
    When Will This Darkness End Ugly Writers, The
    Ugly Writers, The
    Buddha Cat Universe Journal, The
    Cats Universe Journal, The
    Cats Fighting In Incheon Universe Journal, The
    Cosmic Cats Universe Journal, The Universe Journal, The
    Demon Cat Universe Journal, The

    Best Friend In The Universe Whispers Defunct
    Life’s Journey Whispers Defunct
    Life In Between Whispers Defunct

    News Is Grim Writer’s Egg Magazine
    Wearing A Mask Is Not A Political Statement Writer’s Egg Magazine
    Corona Ghosts Crash The Party Writer’s Egg Magazine
    Politicians Lying As People Lay Dying Writer’s Egg Magazine
    Thanksgiving Thoughts Writer’s Egg Magazine
    Writer’s Egg Magazine
    American Dream Writer’s Egg Magazine
    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

    The End

     

  • Cosmos’s 2020 April Poetry Part One

    Cosmos’s 2020 April Poetry Part One April 1 to April 15

    2017 April Poems

    April 2018 Poems 

    April 2019 Poems

    Corona Virus Poems

    every day I turn on the news published

    Christian Right on Corona

    Corona Virus Pandemic Thoughts

    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.

    All Poetry

     Cosmos Funnel

    Comma ful

    NaPoWrMo National Poetry Month contest like the NaNoWrMo novel contest in the fall, they will have  daily prompt as well

    Poetry super highway will also be doing a daily prompt

    Poetry Soup

    You and others can see your poems on your PoetrySoup poetry page here:
    https://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poems_by_poet.aspx?ID=79587

    Poetry Nook

    https://www.poetrynook.com/user/jake-aller

    ‘Poetry Circle

    https://poetrycircle.com/forum/members/jakecosmos.6777

    Hello Poetry

    https://hellopoetry.com/jakecaller/

    Poetry Magnum Opus

    http://www.poetrymagnumopus.com/profile/2575-jakecaller/

    Sweek

    https://sweek.com/profile/1104315/74088

    Writing.com

    https://www.writersdigest.com/

    Writer’s digest daily prompts

    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.com  prompt – posted all poetry and poetry soup
    Cosmic Poet Modified Bio Poem  for 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
    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
    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
    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”

    second poem for april poetry month © 2 hours ago, john Cosmos Aller      

    Thursday April 2 posting

    The Bombs that Took Her Away  – from writers.com  prompt – posted all poetry and poetry soup

    bombed out airport
    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

    Kimchi Blues  Poetry Soup prompt April 2 

    kimchi
    kimchi

     

     

     

     

    based on poetry superhighway prompt for day 2

    Kimchi

    From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

    Kimchi Kimchi (/ˈkɪmtʃiː/Korean: 김치, romanized: gimchi, IPA: [kim.tɕʰi]), a staple in Korean cuisine, is a famous[1]traditional side dish of salted and fermented vegetables, such as napa cabbage and Korean radish, made with a widely varying selection of seasonings including gochugaru (chili powder), spring onionsgarlicginger, and jeotgal (salted seafood), etc.[2][3]

    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
    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 –

    monsters
    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
    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
    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
    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
    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

    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

    iquana will miss human friends
    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
    masked woman

     

     

     

     

     

    creative talents unleashed prompt

    Inner Space Beckons

    cosmos new world
    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
    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
    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

    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
    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
    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

     

     

     

     

     

    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
    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
    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
    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

    I’m…

    Bad to the bone performance: https://youtu.be/ISHSfKYWxNw

    Old Man in the Mirror Must Die

    One early winter morning
    A man went to the mirror
    To do his morning shave
    Just another shave
    Like a thousand, million shaves before

    As he looked into the mirror
    He did not see his face
    Instead he saw a stranger
    Staring out at him

    An old, beat up old man
    With intense sad eyes
    Stared out at him

    The man looked hard
    At the man who had taken
    Over his mirror

    And wondered who he was
    And how and why
    He had taken over his mirror

    The man was perturbed, disturbed
    And a bit angry at the turn of events
    All he wanted to do

    Was shave in peace and quiet
    The man continued to stare
    At the face in the mirror

    And finally could not
    stand it anymore
    He looked at the mirror

    And said,
    Man in the mirror
    Who or what are you

    And what do you want
    And why have you taken over
    My god damned mirror
    So early in the morn

    The old man
    Merely laughed
    and resumed staring
    At the man

    The man
    Demanded an answer
    From the fiend in the mirror

    Who are you, you mocking fiend
    And what do you want from me
    The man screamed

    The old man in the mirror
    Looked at him and said
    Don’t you know who I am

    I am you and you are me
    The man looked at the old man

    And said no, no, no
    I am not you, never will be you
    I am not an old, washed up old man
    I am me – full of life, youth and vitality

    And yet the man knew the truth
    Did not want to admit the truth
    Could not handle the truth

    The old man in the mirror
    Was what he had become

    The man was very angry
    And screamed

    At the old man in the mirror
    The man said you may look like me
    You may sound like me

    You may even smell like me
    But I am not you
    Never have been

    Never will be
    Not going to happen
    Not in a million years

    The man yelled at the old man
    Old man, mocking fiend from hell

    Go to hell old man
    And never darken my mirror again
    And the man stormed out of the house

    And wandered about here and there
    Finally late at night

    He wandered into a bar
    And began drinking the night away
    The man went up to some pretty young things
    And tried to pick them up

    They laughed at him
    Called him a dirty old man
    And told him to go home

    The man went home
    To bed alone

    And drank some more beer
    And dreamt of all of his past loves
    And failed dreams

    Of what he had done
    And failed to do

    And wondered whether his time
    had come

    The next morning
    He walked into the bathroom
    Determined to confront the old man
    Tell truth to power

    He said, listen up, old man
    You may have won the war
    But not the battle

    I am not you
    And never will be you
    And screaming like an escaped banshee

    Newly freed from the mental institution
    The man shot the old man in the mirror
    Shot him over and over
    Screaming die mocking fiend from hell

    The man woke in the hospital
    An old black doctor came over
    Said sadly

    This white boy
    ain’t right in the head
    The man laughed insanely

    And saw down the hall
    The old man in the mirror
    Smiling and beckoning to him

    Walking out the window
    And into the dawning sun

    The man got up and walked
    And joined the old man in the mirror
    And smiled as he died

    Ten million stories in the Naked City

    there are a million stories
    every day in the naked city

    millions of people
    stripped naked
    to the bone

    staring down the dead
    the dead staring back

    in this time
    of pandemic
    the dead stare out at us
    mocking us

    as they leave the earth
    naked as when they arrived

    all poetry contest to write a Naked Poem

    call of Cthulu

    Night scene with the Cthulhu monster with wings standing on the shore of a sea. 3D render.

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    call of Cthulu

    the ancient Gods
    are stirring
    their time is near

    Cthulu the king of the gods
    awakens in his lair

    for thousands of years
    he has slept

    waiting for this day
    the day of the dead
    when the dead
    come to life

    and devour the living
    turning all into zombies
    zombies for his army
    and he wakes the demons

    the ancient horrors
    from their slumbers
    and they swam to shore

    coming to the earth
    devouring all
    in their path

    Cthulu would have his revenge
    none will escape their fate
    that dismal date

    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
    buddha figure

     

     

     

     

     

    jesusjesus

     

    shiva

    shiva

    god
    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
    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

    based on pensvity 101 prompt using the words path, honesty and remote © 3 hours ago, john Cosmos Aller

    cats are from outer space

    evil cat
    evil cat

    are evil creatures
    from outer space

    who can understand
    their alien thoughts

    where they came from
    and why are they here

    are they part of an advanced team
    will the cats some day

    take over the world
    and turn us into their slaves

    I have no answer
    but when i see the cats

    staring at me
    I am afraid

    very afraid
    of the cats

    God’s Confession

    God’s Confession

    jehovah
    jehova

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    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

    what happens when you meet God in a bar © 5 years ago, john Cosmos Aller   spiritual • misc3 

     

    Highway to Hell

     

    Hell
    Hell

     

     

     

     

    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

    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
    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
    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
    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
    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
    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

    see Dream Girl

    Dreamgirl re-published

    to those I have lost

    with the corona virus upon us
    I am bracing to hear the news
    that so and so has died

    I reflect back
    on all the people in my life
    that I have already lost

    part of being older
    is that you 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
    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

    Novel Excerpts

    Life is A Dream of Chocolate Covered Trees

    earlier version

    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

    based on national poetry month April 6th prompt

    dark poetry

    We live in an Orwellian world

    1984 image
    1984 images
    Hilary
    Hilary

     

     

     

    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

    dark poetry

     1984 in Tuck Magazine

     Wednesday April  8

    writers digest prompt write a lucky/unlucky poem

    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
    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
    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
    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
    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

    writers. com prompt to write a food poem

    A lion’s impossible Dream

    lion dreams of impossible dreams

    lion
    lion

     

     

     

     

     

    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
    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

    AI taking over the world
    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
    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
    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
    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
    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
    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
    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
    evil woman six word poem

    creative talents unleashed  evil woman grins six word poem

    the best day of my life

    couple in bed 2
    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
    limbo

     

     

     

     

     

    ekphrastic_prompt_4
    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

    6 foot 6 inches tall
    perfect athletic basketball body
    perfect visions

    perfect hearing
    perfect smelling
    perfect teeth

    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
    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
    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
    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
    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
    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

    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

     

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    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

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    -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
    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
    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
    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
    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

    Cosmos the Evil AI Takes Over

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    evil_computer_is_evil_by_insanefangirl_d32vpue-fullview

     

     

     

     

     

     

    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
    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

    writing. com octameter poem

    casino thoughts

    Indian casino Fun
    Indian casino Fun

     

     

     

     

    Sitting in a casino of the damned
    Somewhere on the Las Vegas Strip
    Playing the slots
    Watching the crowd go wild
    Watching the machines watching me

    Drinking the free drinks of the damned
    20 drinks too sober

    And the gamblers on the gaming tables
    Gambling away their fortune
    Throwing money away
    In hopes of the payoff
    That somehow never comes

    The pure decadent spectacle
    The fake this and fake that
    Phony this phony that

    False New York
    Paris in Vegas
    Venetian canals, Roman forum
    MGM Grand Lions

    All fake, all phony
    All deliciously decadent

    The noise
    The scantily clad waitresses
    The men ogling the women

    The women ogling back at them
    The scent of wild decadence
    Bad craziness in the air

    The music – the lounge music from hell
    The constant sound
    Of money exchanging hands

    It all overwhelms me
    And I must sit down
    And drink my reality drink
    Drink it down and dirty

    As I continue
    To feed the hungry, greedy machines

    Made in a workshop in hell
    No doubt with child or slave labor
    Imported from the third world

    All my money
    Is sucked into it
    These machines from hell

    The beast from revelation appears
    Stands revealed in his hideous glorious beauty
    Conducting this mad scene

    And I am consumed by the greed
    And the frenzy takes over me

    All I want
    All I need
    All I desire

    Is one more chance
    One more shot

    I scream
    At the utterly unfeeling monsters
    That ate my money
    And chewed up my soul

    And I know
    The worst drug of all
    Is the gambling fever
    The gold bugs

    I would sell my soul
    If I had one left
    For a chance
    At the jackpot of life

    Instead, I am reduced
    To a pathetic broken down loser
    Watching the world and Elvis
    Pass him by

    Viva Las Vegas
    Imperial God of the American Dream
    Bitch Goddess of the American Nightmare

    Published in former people journal, all poetry contest entry

    life began that day

    Life began that day
    when she walked out of my dreams
    and into my life
    becoming my wife
    38 Years ago
    45 Years since the dream

    based on my true love story for details see “Dream Girl” on my web page, Https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.c om © right now, john Cosmos Aller

    all poetry contest entry

    Monday April   13

    I believe in ghosts

    ghosts
    ghosts

     

     

     

     

     

    Ghosts in Scotland audio clip

    Ghosts in Yakima Audio Clips

    I used to not believe
    in ghosts or spirits
    or supernatural phenomenon

    at leas
    i used to be
    quite skeptical

    but I have had
    some weird encounters
    over the years

    so now perhaps
    I do believe
    that ghosts might be real

    I have had supernatural
    experiences
    things that defy my understanding

    back in 1992
    My Korean Uncle-in-law died
    and the family hired a shaman

    did a traditional shaman ritual
    the shaman came out
    a middle age woman

    she started speaking
    in my uncle’s voice
    and she nailed it

    she channeled his spirit
    and his abrasive personality
    even looked like him

    freaked me and my wife out
    had to leave the scene
    just too freaky real

    and ever since then
    I have become a believer
    in ghosts and spirits

    they are all around us
    some of us can sense them
    many of us are blind to them

    but I now believe in Ghosts
    but I wonder if ghosts
    believe in me?

    writers digest spirit poem  based on a true story

    Today’s Doddle Poem

    one day
    Jake contemplated
    his fate

    death is staring at him
    fear of the corona virus
    death and chaos all around

    he thought to himself
    death comes to us all
    he went for a walk

    in the woods
    thinking to himself
    far out man

    it is all out of sight
    love makes the world
    go around

    and so Jake
    thought back to the date
    that he met his fate
    on that date his wife
    walked out of his dreams
    and into his life

    Jake truly
    met his fate
    on that date

    Poetry Super Highway Doodle Poem

    Doors

    door
    door

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    in this world
    we are living
    behind our own doors

    we are closed down
    living in fear
    behind our doors

    those outside our doors
    are potentially deadly
    disease carriers

    so we hunker down
    at home behind our doors
    afraid of everyone

    and the fear
    continues unabated
    as we watch the news

    and see the dead
    all around us
    outside our doors

    writing.com daily dew drop prompt – write a poem about Doors

    what I know Coffee Trois-par-Huit

    coffee
    coffee

    hot  coffee
    love coffee
    morning

    every day I must have my coffee in morning
    without I will soon become engage in desperate mourning
    for my last cup of hot as hell joe

     

    fills me with love my joe
    what I know

    Writing. com Trois Par Huit Poem

    things that bug me

    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
    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
    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
    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
    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
    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
    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
    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

    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 coffee cup with heart latte art on table
    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

    fan story nonet poetry contest

    coffee Musset poem

     

    coffee
    coffee

    coffee
    morning delight
    coffee

    my wine
    nightly delight
    always so fine

     

    with wife
    drinking my wine
    love life

    poetry soup contest

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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 

    Glow  creative 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

    Licenses 

    Darker Than You Think

    Berkeley Balanced 

     Springtime in Yeongjongdo 

    Four Haiku and One Tanka

    Life of an Exiled Poet Wandering the Mountains

    Walking Down the Snowing Path

    Here We Go Again

    NRA Stop Talking 

    2019 Poems

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    April 2019 Poems

    end note

     

    April 1, 63 Years Haut

    63 years old  

    taught me a few things 

    life is 

    to short

    to carry a grudge

    live and love a lot 

    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 not  leave 

    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 8  Lucky 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 10  Nightmare 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, 2019  Prayers for the Future of the Planet 

    A shaman priestess

    Is deep in thought 

    Engaged in Meditation 

    on the fate 

    Of the earth 

    She is deep in the cosmic woods

    In the world between worlds

    Where she is communing

    With the spirits of the universe

    Who 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.

    — Sécurité Civile Fr (@SecCivileFrance) April 15, 2019

    And the French provided

    This helpful advice 

    To the Fire Fighter in chief

    When California burned 

    you did not seem to be a fire expert.

     Please, shut up. 

    It is a tragic moment 

    for the cultural heritage of humanity.

    Licenses

    Bankers have a license to steal

    money from their clients 

    if you make a mistake

    the bank can steal your money

    as part of their banking license

    Governments have a license

    to steal money from the public

    its is called taxation

    or confiscation 

    It seems that police these days

    have a license 

    to kill unarmed brown people

    but only brown people

    and the president 

    has a license to lie

    as he lies all the time

    just because he can

    and I have the ultimate license

    the poetic license

    to write these verses

    to enlighten the masses

    Balanced in Berkeley

    Born in Berkeley, California

    a product of the wild 70’s

    just a lost white brother 

    hanging about 

    downtown 

    brothers

    can you hang about  

    listen to me  lover

    wildness left from the 60’des 

    want to fly away from California  

    brothers

    leave the 60’s

    ride away my lover 

    can you dig that without a doubt

    born in Berkeley, California 

    It is Darker Than You Think

    It is darker than you think

    an old hag

    an old witch
    strictly old school
    is talking to young people

    She tells them
    that it is darker
    than they think
    the end times approach

    She proclaims
    she sees the world ending
    and is warning them
    of what is to come

    She is following
    the dark master
    of the universe
    waiting for the end

    and she is afraid
    she sees the world
    the end of things
    the end of life

    She is afraid
    she tells her students
    to boldly face
    the coming end

    Spring Time Sketch in Youngjongdo, Korea

    In the early morning dawn

    I like to go for a walk

    Down among the cherry trees

    And flowering plants

    Just to welcome

    Another fine spring day

    As the sun comes up

    Dispelling my dismal mood

    And filling me 

    With love

    Hope and peace

    As I walk the path

    Of the world peace forest

    Near my island home

    Near the chaos of the airport

    Through the forest

    and over the mountain

    breathing the spring time air

    alive filled with life

    and I think to myself

    this moment 

    is the moment

    that I am meant to experience

    life itself

    and nothing more

    nothing less

    Just breath in life 

    Four Haiku

    walking on the path
    in the world peace forest
    snowing cherry trees

    the world at peace
    walking with love of my life
    all is right with me

    the falling cherry trees
    along the path of the forest
    reminds us of love

    endless noise on TV
    quiet on the path outside
    peace in my soul

    Dangerous Times Tanka

    in dangerous times
    we retreat to our corners
    convinced we are right
    everyone else is evil
    everyone else must die

    Hidden Jewels in Seoul

    In Seoul

    A vibrant thriving city

    Of a million stories

    Of a million tales 

    There are hidden jewels

    All around the city

     

    The city is laced 

    With secret mountain paths

    Only the locals know 

     

    Where these paths go

    As the mountain paths

    Criss cross the city

     

    Every neighborhood

    Has their mountain

     

    At the top

    Lies the exercise equipment

    And old men and woman

     

    Perhaps the guardian angels

    Of the mountain

     

    Mountain spirits 

    Stand guard 

    At the top of the mountain

     

    Looking down 

    At the teaming masses

     

    Old men and woman

    Walk about 

    In the trails

     

    High in the mountains

    The city is also laced

    With canals and stream beds

     

    Everywhere you wander

    You are not far from water ways

     

    The secret trails cover the city

    Yet the city does not seem 

    To know how to promote

     

    These wondrous trails

    Yes, the city of Seoul

    Is filled with hidden treasures

    Hidden gems

    Deep in the mountains 

     

    As I walk in the hills

    Lost in thought

     

    The cherry trees 

    Snowing all around

     

    I reflect again

    On the hidden gems

    The hidden trails

    The hidden treasure of Seoul 

    Life of an Exiled Poet Wandering the Mountains

    I am living a lonely life

    Exiled from my home land

    A stranger in a strange land 

    Far from where I grew up 

    Searching for what I lost 

    Just an exiled poet

    Wandering the mountains

    Deep in thought

    Wondering what 

    Adventures wait me 

    As I wander the mountain paths

    Wandering here and there 

    Just searching for my lost life

    Wondering where my life 

    Has gone so terribly wrong 

    And why I am on this path 

    I see on the mountain path

    A secret climbing cave

    And I enter the cave

    Hoping to find

    A portal 

    Back to my lost world

    To my lost time

    To the beginning

    Of my journal

    The beginning

    Of my long exile 

    But I can’t find 

    My way back

    And am soon lost 

    And so I become

    A ghost like figure

    A lost soul of the damn

    Doomed to wander 

    The world 

    Wandering the mountains

    Lost in dark thoughts 

    Forever exiled

    From my love 

    Walking Down the Frozen White Path

    walking down the frozen white path

    as the evening starts to falls 

    as I walk in the snow and talk

    listening to the bird calls

    filling the air with the music of Bach 

    I find myself getting lost 

    as I continue my lonely walk

    death waits heading to the end of time 

    As I walk the snowing cold path

    the dark evil evening continues to fall

    the very stars are on the war path

    lightening the up air as they fall 

    littering the ground with their cosmic sprawl

    as the dying sun sets into the dark night 

    I come upon an ancient ruined wall 

    No one around as the end time approaches 

    I continue my lonely dismal walk 

    Rushing towards the end of time

    no more time for mere talk 

    death waits heading to the end of time

    Here We Go Again

    In a few short months
    The political silly season
    Will be upon us

    As the nation
    And world
    Prepares to choose

    The next leader
    Of these disunited States
    Of America

    Will the people
    Wake up
    And toss

    The boy child president
    Out on his proverbial butt?

    Will sanity prevail
    And reason return
    To the body politic?

    One can only hope
    But I fear
    That the Trumpmeister

    And the dark shadow figures
    Behind him

    Have many cards
    Up their proverbial sleeves

    And they know
    That the game is rigged
    They know how it is played
    And they know

    Where the bodies are buried
    For they buried the bodies

    And are prepared
    To do
    Whatever it takes

    To ensure
    Their buddy

    Their clown show
    Enabler

    Will be reelected
    So that they can continue
    To rape, and pillage
    The earth

    Making gazzilions
    Of dollars
    As the world burns
    And civilization grinds
    To a halt

    They will find a way
    To escape
    They are the ultimate survivors
    After all

    And they never
    Get voted off the island
    Because they own the island
    The TV station
    And everyone’s soul

    And so, here we go again
    And again

    Until the end of time itself
    A constant battle

    Against the dark evil forces
    Conspiring against common good

    To them
    We are just cogs
    In the machinery
    Mere inputs

    They don’t care
    About you or me
    All they care about
    Is how much they
    Money they can make
    Off of you

    Strap in
    Here we go again
    The ride will get bumpy
    Before it is all over

    NRA Please Stop Talking

    Another day
    Another mass shooting
    Another incident
    of domestic terrorism

    another gun man
    killing people
    because just because

    The NRA
    And their stooges
    Come out

    Flood the airways
    With their noxious
    Poisionous weasel words

    The NRA says
    Mass shootings
    Are like the weather

    You can’t control them
    You can’t predict them
    And you can’t prevent them
    Just have to accept it
    It is all god’s will

    Guns don’t kill people
    If guns were outlawed
    Only outlaws
    Would have guns

    Only solution
    Is more guns
    For everyone

    An armed society they say
    Is a polite society

    Support for gun control
    Is socialist/communist/fascist/anti-American/anti-Christian nonsense
    The beginning of tyranny

    If only the Jews had guns
    The holocaust would not have happened

    Jesus would want us all to be armed
    with machine guns
    To protect us against the evil doers

    It is the Christian thing to do
    To blow away evil doers
    With heavy arms

    In America
    Land of the free
    Home of the brave

    We can’t do anything
    At all
    About the mass carnage

    Unleashed by madmen with guns
    Who walk among us
    Searching for their next victims

    Any restriction of the right
    To bear arms
    Is tyranny at its worst
    The nanny state run amuck

    Talking about gun control
    After a tragic event
    Is just not the appropriate time

    We need prayers
    And meaningless thoughts

    Universal background checks
    Too onerous

    Registering guns
    Too burdensome

    Researching gun violence
    waste of tax payer money

    banning military style assault weapons
    restricts my right to blow
    away Bambi the deer with a M16

    in the end
    the NRA will keep talking
    talking and talking

    preventing anything
    from being done

    and we will have another
    Mass shooting event
    Before the day is out

    So my plead
    This day

    To the NRA
    And their stooges

    Talk is cheap
    Your comments
    Are not helping

    If you can’t
    Be a part of the solution
    Just stop talking
    Please stop talking

    And let the rest
    Of us
    Figure out

    How to stop
    The madness in the streets
    And stop the carnage

    So NRA

    Please
    just
    stop
    talking
    Now

    The End

    April 2017 Poem A Thon  – available on my web page only, with audio and photo clips

    2017 April Poems

    Index

    1. April 1 Berkeley California
    2. April 2 Lithia Springs
    3. April 3 Walls
    4. April 4 Changes
    5. April 5 Facing Life’s Challenges Together
    6. April 6 Wagon tire, Oregon 
    7. April 7 Watching Cats Hunt
    8. April 8 Landlord Blues
    9. April 9 Pane e circus 2017 Redux
    10. April 10 Long Live Emperor Donald the Ist
    11. April 11 3 Am Nightmares
    12. April 12 Zombie Apocalypse
    13. April 13 Spring Doositsu for Angela Poem a Thon
    14. April 14 Love Jones
    15. April 15 Kim Vs. Trump Twitter War 
    16. April 16 Why I am not a Christian Easter Thoughts
    17. April 17 Love Haiku 
    18. April 18 Coffee Haiku
    19. 18 Spring Time in Oregon 
    20. April 19 Cats 
    21. April 20 Secret Agency Man 
    22. April 21 COSTCO People Watching
    23. April 22 The Dogs of War are Howling
    24. April 23 Suburban Laundromat 
    25. April 24, I Want You Right Now
    26. April 25 The Decline of America
    27. April 27 Life is Wonderful 
    28. April 28 Sandwich Choices
    29. April 29 More Coffee Blues
    30. April 30 Rambling Man -Where Do I Belong?

    April 2018 Poem a Thon  – available on web page with audio and photo clips

    April 2018 Poems

    Index

    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 

    April 07   Angela Lee  

    April 08  Trump

    April 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 

    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 

    April 01  Thank God For Angela

    the end

  • April 2018 Poems

    April 2018 Poems

    April 2018 poems

    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/ .
    I also posted them on All Poetry, https://allpoetry.com/Jake_Aller#t_main and

    https://allpoetry.com/group/14865-National_Poetry_Month_at_Allpoetry

    Poetry Soup  https://www.poetrysoup.com/me/jakecosmos | edit

    I followed up in 2018, also on Triferet journal

    journal @ http://tiferetjournal.com, and on a special community Facebook page @https://www.facebook.com/TiferetApril2018Poemathon/

    and All Poetry, and Poetry Soup.

    This year, 2019 I changed focus a bit and wrote them mostly following links in Writers Digest,  https://www.writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides/2019-april-pad-challenge-day-28

    Creative Talents Unleashed, (add link)

    https://creativetalentsunleashed.com/

    *and Writing.com poetic forms forum. (add link)

    https://www.writing.com/main/portfolio/view/jcosmos

    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

    https://allpoetry.com/

    https://www.poetrysoup.com/poetry/resources/

    https://www.writersdigestshop.com/writers-digest-guide-to-poetic-forms-ebook?utm_source=writersdigest.com&utm_medium=referral&utm_campaign=wd-rlb-bl-190329-guidetopoeticforms

    http://www.poetrymagnumopus.com/forums/forum/23-explore-the-craft-of-writing-poetry/

    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

    And now it is too late
    But I wanted to finally

    Tell the world

    Of my hitchhiking tales
    In search of America 1975

     

  • 2017 April Poems

    2017 April Poems

    April 2017 poems

    April 2017 Poem a Thon Poems

    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/ .
    I also posted them on All Poetry,

    https://allpoetry.com/Jake_Aller#t_main and

    https://allpoetry.com/group/14865-National_Poetry_Month_at_Allpoetry

    Poetry Soup (add link). https://www.poetrysoup.com/me/jakecosmos | edit

    I followed up in 2018, also on Triferet journal

    journal @ http://tiferetjournal.com, and on a special community Facebook page @https://www.facebook.com/TiferetApril2018Poemathon/

    and All Poetry, and Poetry Soup.

    This year, 2019 I changed focus a bit and wrote them mostly following links in Writers Digest,  https://www.writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides/2019-april-pad-challenge-day-28

    Creative Talents Unleashed https://creativetalentsunleashed.com/

    *and Writing.com poetic forms forum. https://www.writing.com/main/portfolio/view/jcosmos

    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

    https://allpoetry.com/

    https://www.poetrysoup.com/poetry/resources/

    https://www.writersdigestshop.com/writers-digest-guide-to-poetic-forms-ebook?utm_source=writersdigest.com&utm_medium=referral&utm_campaign=wd-rlb-bl-190329-guidetopoeticforms

    http://www.poetrymagnumopus.com/forums/forum/23-explore-the-craft-of-writing-poetry/

    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

    1. April 1 Berkeley California
    2. April 2 Lithia Springs
    3. April 3 Walls
    4. April 4 Changes
    5. April 5 Facing Life’s Challenges Together
    6. April 6 Wagontire, Oregon
    7. April 7 Watching Cats Hunt *
    8. April 8 Landlord Blues
    9. April 9 Pane e circus 2017 Redux
    10. April 10 Long Live Emperor Donald the Ist
    11. April 11 3 Am Nightmares
    12. April 12 Zombie Apocalypse
    13. April 13 Spring Doositsu for Angela Poem a Thon
    14. April 14 Love Jones
    15. April 15 Kim Vs. Trump Twitter War
    16. April 16 Why I am not a Christian Easter Thoughts
    17. April 17 Love Haku *
    18. April 18 Coffee Haku *
    19. 18 Spring Time in Oregon
    20. April 19 Cats *
    21. April 20 Secret Agency Man
    22. April 21 COSTCO People Watching
    23. April 22 The Dogs of War are Howling
    24. April 23 Suburban Laundromat
    25. April 24, I Want You Right Now
    26. April 25 The Decline of America
    27. April 27 Life is Wonderful
    28. April 28 Sandwich Choices *
    29. April 29 More Coffee Blues *
    30. 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

    Lithia Springs</strong 

    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

    April 6

    Wagontire, Oregon
    wagontire wiki entry

    1975

    In 1973, I went on a road trip
    With my father

    We left Berkeley to go to Yakima
    Where my father had a summer cabin

    He was a college professor
    And had July
    and August off

    And we spent the summers
    Every summer from 1968 to 1978
    Our whole dysfunctional family

    Our annual road trip
    to hell and back
    As we did not get along at all

    We decided to drive
    through Eastern Oregon

    Just my father and me
    Just for the hell of it

    The rest of the family
    was already there
    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

    Somewhere where I can stop
    These rambling blues

    And really be there

    The End

  • New Years Visit to Oregon Coast

    New Years Visit to Oregon Coast

    Former People published three of my poems, “New Years Visit to the Oregon Coast”, ‘Indian Casino Thoughts” and “Casino Thoughts”

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    oregon coast

    New Years Visit to the Oregon Coast

    The end of the year
    We drove to Bookings on the Oregon Coast

    We had a pleasant drive through the mystic fog shrouded Redwoods.
    The gathering gloom of the dark woods foretold my dismal mood

    Slept soundly to the sound of the ocean.
    The super moon light filled

    the beach outside our window
    with an eerie light all night long.

    As we slept people walked the beach
    Enjoying the full moon

    And the unusually warm weather
    Setting off fireworks at midnight

    In the morning I went for a nice walk along the beach
    and thought about the year that was.

    As the waves pounded the shore
    I was filled with calmness

    Enjoying the morning calm
    And the unusual warm weather

    Thinking that the storm is coming
    That perhaps we are in the end of our days

    With the political storms threatening us all
    Yet the ocean reminded me

    This too will pass
    And we will endure

    Until the end of our time
    On earth

    The ocean waves soothed my soul
    And I prepared to drive back through the mystic redwoods

    Back to my home
    And the peaceful ocean waves

    Reminded me
    the end of my life
    Comes closer to my door

    Indian Casino Thoughts

    Indian casino Fun
    Indian casino Fun

    Indian casinos seem to be everywhere
    I have stopped off here and there
    In rural enclaves across the land
    The Indian casinos run by the mob

    For the benefit of the tribes
    The Indian’s revenge on the White man
    For stealing their land
    Is to steal their money

    One gamble at a time
    And make them pay
    For the crimes they committed

    Almost always have a welcome mat
    To teach the ignorant visitor
    Something about their lost culture
    With words in the native languages

    Words that would be illegal to have spoken
    Not so long ago

    As the genocide against the tribes
    Was in full force

    Nowhere worse than in Oregon
    And northern California

    Along the foggy coastal lands
    Where the final solution

    Almost worked
    The survivors
    Such as they are

    Operate dismal dark depressing casinos
    Here and there in the rural countryside

    Along the coast
    And in the hinterlands here and there

    Most barely making any money
    There are so many gambling joints
    Across the land

    And the Indians are being screwed
    Out of their gambling riches

    By the big gaming consortiums
    That run the casinos

    In the reservations
    And across the land

    And I wonder
    Just how much money

    Have these Indian casinos
    Stolen from the elderly pensioners

    And other fools that flock to their premises
    Their neighbors in these small towns

    Where the Indian casino
    is the only joint open
    For business

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    Casino Thoughts

    las vegas
    las vegas

    Sitting in a casino of the damned
    Somewhere on the Las Vegas Strip

    Playing the slots
    Watching the crowd go wild

    Watching the machines watching me
    Drinking the free drinks of the damned

    20 drinks too sober
    And the gamblers on the gaming tables

    Gambling away their fortune
    Throwing money away

    In hopes of the payoff
    That somehow never comes

    The pure decadent spectacle
    The fake this and fake that

    Phony this phony that
    False New York
    Paris in Vegas

    Venetian canals, Roman forum
    MGM Grand Lions

    All fake, all phony
    All deliciously decadent
    The noise

    The scantily clad waitresses
    The men ogling the women

    The women ogling back at them
    The scent of wild decadence
    Bad craziness in the air

    The music – the lounge music from hell
    The constant sound

    Of money exchanging hands
    It all overwhelms me

    And I must sit down
    And drink my reality drink

    Drink it down and dirty
    As I continue

    To feed the hungry, greedy machines
    Made in a workshop in hell

    No doubt with child or slave labor
    Imported from the third world

    All my money
    Is sucked into it

    These machines from hell
    The beast from revelation appears

    Stands revealed in his hideous glorious beauty
    Conducting this mad scene

    And I am consumed by the greed
    And the frenzy takes over me

    All I want
    All I need

    All I desire
    Is one more chance

    One more shot
    I scream

    At the utterly unfeeling monsters
    That ate my money

    And chewed up my soul
    And I know

    The worst drug of all
    Is the gambling fever

    The gold bugs
    I would sell my soul

    If I had one left
    For a chance

    At the jack pot of life
    Instead I am reduced

    To a pathetic broken down looser
    Watching the world and Elvis
    Pass him by

    Viva Las Vegas
    Imperial God of the American Dream
    Bitch Goddess of the American Nightmare

  • poem a thon 2018 check it out

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

     

    Poems for 2018 Poem A Thon

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

    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

    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

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

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