April 18 to April 20, 2022 Poems

I am catching up.  I have kept my quota but slipping on posting them.   Here’s poems for April 18, 19 and 20.

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

April 6th, 2022 Poems

April 7th Poems

April 8, 2022 Poems

April 9-11, 2022 Poems

April 12 to April 13, 2022 Poems

April 14 to April 15, 2022 Poems

April 16 and 17, 2022 Poems

Begin Poems:

Monday Day 18:

NaNoPoMo Prompt

Five Answers to What Makes Us Human


Sam Adams one night
Met some space aliens
In the Cosmos Bar.

The first inter-planetary bar
Located in Berkeley, California
A known hangout for UFO nuts
And assorted true believers,



Where the sign
proudly proclaims
Aliens drink for free.

The alien asked Sam
To explain humanity
To them.

Sam said,

Sure.  Here’s what makes us human
We are evolved from tribal apes
From distant Africa.

Conditioned by our God
Created in his image
According to his will.

We believe in family values
Except for when do not
Believe in such values.

More importantly than anything else
Is the search for love and happiness,

Few of us ever met our soul mates
We are always looking for the one
The one that will make us complete,

The aliens smiled, Said,

Well, that was interesting
But there is one thing
We can agree on,

You earth people
Sure are crazy
The craziest species
In the known universe.

But you make the best brew
And the best coffee
And play the best blues
In the universe.

Sam said,

Thanks, I’ll drink to that.

Last but not least, here is today’s prompt (optional, as always). It’s based on Faisal Mohyuddin’s poem “Five Answers to the Same Question.” Today, I’d like to challenge you to write your poem that provides five answers to the same question – without ever specifically identifying the question that is being answered.

Dew Drop inn

Sam Adams Met His Fate

Sam Adams
Often thought that his life
Truly began on September 7, 1982

When he met his Dreamgirl
Who walked out of his dreams
He has been having it since 1974

She walked out of his dreams
Into his life
Two months later
She became his wife.

Sam thought
When she became his mate,
That was the date
He had met his fate.

April 18—April 18 Prompt: “Stop! In the name of love, before you break my heart!”—write a poem where love turns everything around somehow, or stops a course of action, or stops everything!

Based on my true love story. See “Dreamgirl” postings on my web page, Dreamgirl re-published

The Story of How We Met

dreams and the Unexplanable
dreams and the Unexplanable

Note: This is a true story. For further details see Dreams and the Unexplainable– a Chicken
Soup for the Soul book, published in September 2017 or Joy Links Forever Just Published Dream Girl and Cheating Death Twenty Times,

It all began in Berkeley, California
In the springtime of 1974
One fateful afternoon
I was sleeping in my high school Physics class.

I looked up and saw a tall,
beautiful Asian woman
standing there looking at me.

She was the most beautiful women
in the universe to me
I screamed out, who are you?

She disappeared
as if she was beamed
away from my dream.

I knew that someday
I would meet the girl
In the dream.

Little did I know
I would have to wait until 1982

Starting that month
I began having the same dream
Month and month and month.
Always the same.

She was saying something
in a strange language.
Then one day.

I had the dream
and knew that
She was in Korea.

So, I chose to go
to Korea
In the Peace Corps,

Somehow knowing
That I would meet her there.
One day

A year after the Peace Corps ended
A month before I planned
to leave to return
to the U.S. for graduate school.

That morning early in the morning
I had the last of these dreams.
This time I understood her.

She said, “Don’t worry.
We’ll meet soon.”

That evening
As I was getting off the bus

To go to my class
I saw getting off the bus
The girl in my dream.

It was she!
I was speechless.

I did not know what to do.
Throughout the evening

I ran into her several times.
Finally, I was introduced to her.

I muttered some lame excuse
About wanting to find a Korean tutor
and got her number.

The next day she came to the gate
At my base where I was teaching
ESL to Koreans

She said that she
had to speak with me.
I told to wait in the library
for about an hour,

and I would cancel the class
and meet her then.

We went out for coffee.
She told me that she was madly
in love with me
And simply had to have me.

I told her I felt the same way.
I proposed five days later,
And got married one month later.

Does she believe this story?
She claims she does not believe it
Because it is impossible to be true.

But I know that there
are other worlds and other times.

In a past life
We must have been together somehow.

And our love was so strong
That it crossed over the barrier
of time and space.

She found me in 1974,
But it took until 1982
For us to meet.

And it has been 36 years
Since we met in the physical sphere
Or 45 years since the dream began.

And I still recall the dream
And meeting her.

I had no choice
When I met her
We were fated to be together,

Until the end of this lifetime
And the next and the next.

April 18, 2022: Poetry Writing Prompt – jake Aller

This poetry writing prompt submitted by jake Aller:

Write a poem about a premonition of something that would happen in your life, that came true.  What was the premonition? How did it occur?  How did it come true?

Example:  I dreamt of meeting my wife eight years before I met her.  I knew that the dream was a premonition of a future event. and in that case, my dreams did indeed come true.

We the People Will Wake Up Soon


We the people someday soon
Will wake up and demand
That the government and society




Stop the gun carnage in our streets
Enough, no more gun madness
The people have had enough,

The NRA and their stooges
Will continue to insist
That the solution to gun violence.

Is more guns for everyone
Only then can we be free
From the fear of constant violence.

The only solution is for everyone
To be armed to the teeth
With the latest weapons of war.

Then we will all be afraid
Of each other
And no one will take a chance,

That the other will pull out
A gun to end their dispute.

The people have had enough
They are sick and tired
Of the constant fear.

And they don’t buy the NRA lies

In short,
It is time for the people
To stand up,

And demand an end
To the gun violence
In our streets.

Politicians are a craven lot
If the public speaks loud enough
They will do something
To shut them up.

Until that happens
Every day
We will watch
Another day of massive gun incidents.

Just ten more
This easter weekend alone
as I wrote this poem.

For today’s prompt, take the phrase “We (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Possible titles might include: “We the People,” “We Want It Now,” “We in the Royal Sense,” and/or “We vs. Wii.”

Year of Medical Hell

Joy Links Forever Just Published Dream Girl and Cheating Death Twenty Times

In 1996, I had a bad week,
That turned into a bad year.
I almost lost my life
That year,
Almost lost my career.

It started with a jog
I fell down a ledge
In the dark.

Shattered my heal
In a million pieces

Flew off the next day
To San Antonio
Where my wife was stationed.

While I was working in DC,
They had to wait a few days
For the swelling to go down.

Then they did the first
Of 14 operations.
The staph infection
That almost killed me

Attacked me after
The first operation.

At the end of the week
I thought it would take
Four months to heal

Instead, it took almost nine months
14 operations before they
Defeated the MDR Staph
And saved my leg
And my life.

One year later
I ended up in the ER
Due to chronic overuse
Of antibiotics.

My internal flora flared up
An acute GI infection
If I had gotten to the hospital
An hour later
I would have been dead.

A few weeks later
I developed a frozen shoulder syndrome
Also due to excessive antibiotic use.

While in the hospital
The internal medicine doctor
Noticed that there was something
Else going on.

They finally figured out
I had a rare parasite
That was inert
Did not do anything

But if you ever took steroids
It would react and blow up
Your stomach killing you
In an hour.

Fortunately for me
They found it
And there was a cure
That killed the parasite.

If that doctor had not persisted
Had not found the parasite
I would have died
After taking that steroid
And become a medical mystery death.

Thus ended my year
of medical horror shows.
In 1996 and 1997
My year from hell.

Tuesday Day 19:

NaPoWriMo Prompt

Don’t Fall in Love with Me

lovers in the rain
lovers in the rain

“Don’t fall in love with me”
Sam Adams told his latest flame
Maria Lee
Whom he met at the Cosmos Club
In Bangkok, Thailand





She was a dropdead gorgeous
Korean woman on the lam
From her husband

She smiled demurely

And said

“Don’t worry I won’t fall in love again
Already done that thing once is enough
But I could use a little loving
If that is okay by you.”

“Sure,” Sam Adams said.
Falling in love with her
Despite his spidersense
Tingling red alert.

Today’s featured online journal is The Cortland Review, which has published nearly ninety issues over more than twenty years. In their newest issue, I’ll point you to Justin Janisse’s “Missing You, Expensively” and Grace Q. Song’s “Birthday.”

And now for our daily (optional) prompt! Today’s challenge is to write a poem that starts with a command. It could be as uncomplicated as “Look,” as plaintive as “Come back,” or as silly as “Don’t you even think about putting that hot sauce in your hair.” Whatever command you choose, I hope you have fun ordering your readers around.

Good Golly, Ms. Molly Rhyming Poem

Good Golly, Ms. Molly
Good golly
Ms. Molly
Let’s have some folly
And go to Bali
Or Raleigh
Someplace holly
strong>Where we can get jolly
Eating a tamale
Or a Canali.

April 19—Write a silly rhyming poem!

PSH prompt

Three poems about our times Legal

Three poems about our times Medical

Three poems about our time’s Energy

One the legal system faces challenges

In this day and age
Of fear of crime
Crime and punishment
Is everywhere
Hanging and lynching
No longer just historical terms

Judge and jury form the basis
Of our Legal systems
Based on Lies and truth
And justice is not free
Those that have money
Have justice
Those that do not
Face constant injustice

Two Medical Fears Abound

Every day I am afraid
Afraid I might get
The big Alzheimer’s
That took my mother
And my father-in-law
The dreaded cancer
That killed my father
And his father
Dementia that haunted my mother
Fibromyalgia that fills me with constant pain

Three Energy Blues


The world needs energy
Needs renewable energy
Needs to get beyond
carbon-based energy
that is destroying the world

needs to end fracking
needs to end nuclear power
needs to seek the energy
of the future.

Look up an industry completely foreign to you. This could be anything: medical, timber, steel, tech/IT, cosmetics, coatings, pharmaceuticals, office supplies, etc. Pick one and generate a list of industry-specific jargon using a minimum of twenty-five words.

Pick three different industries, so your list is a minimum of 75 words (or phrases, phrases are okay). Write a poem that uses 1 word or phrase per line for the duration of the poem, however long you choose to make it. Mix industries! Write the poem in multiple parts!

This is a time-consuming exercise, but it’s a wonderful one because it so frequently spawns more than one poem, and the exercise is great at pulling writers out of their respective comfort zones.

Writers com

Writer’s Digests What’s Out There – Secret Societies

Atlantis – Wikipedia

https://en.wikipedia.org › wiki › Atlantis

In Frederick Tennyson’s Atlantis (1888), an ancient Greek mariner sails west and discovers an inhabited island which is all that remains of the former kingdom.

Is the world secretly controlled
By ancient secret societies
Dating back to the founding
Of the world?

Back to the fabled Atlantis
Lemuria and other ancient

And are these secret societies
Still running the world
Through the Illuminati
The freemasons
And other secret conspiracies?

And are these societies
Made up of human beings
Or shapeshifting reptilian creatures?

I have no answers
Just questions
About the secrets
That controls our world.

Here are the Two-for-Tuesday prompts:

  1. Write a What’s There poem, and/or…
  2. Write a What’s Not There poem.

 Local Gem

 Day 19: Distraction

Binge Watching the End-of-the-World  Local Gem

In these dark and dangerous times

We all need a distraction
From the constant grim news
With the war all around us

The news is constant gloom and doom.
Gunmen on the lose
Death everywhere
End-of-the-world feelings abound.

The only thing to keep us sane
Is to sit down and binge-watch
Our favorite shows.

The ultimate distraction
from the awful reality.

The sillier the better
The more absurd it is
It keeps us
From giving into despair.

So grab some popcorn
And a glass of wine
And binge-watch
your blues away.

Wednesday Day 20:

NaPoWriMo Prompt

Narnia is Real


Sam Adams, an old man
Recently returning to his hometown,
Was walking in the Berkeley Hills.

Ended up at Tilden Park
Where he had been hiking
Ever since he was a child.

He was hoping to getaway.
From all the turmoil,
The dismal news of the day

The constant chattering on his TV.
He was often lost in thought
Thinking back on his favorite books

Re-reading the classics
Of his youth.
He loved the Chronicles of Narnia
Often thought
That Narnia was real

That Oz was real
And that Middle earth
Happened as well.

And Harry Potter
Existed in an alternate universe

He imagined finding
Portals to other worlds.

While lost in thought
He came upon an unusual site

An open door in the air
With a note
Narnia is calling you.

He laughed having thought
About Narnia reality
All week long.

He jumped through the portal
Sam Adams disappearance
Remained a mystery.

April 20—Book report—subtly (or overtly) incorporate a book report or response into a poem about something else. (If you name the book, avoid spoilers!)

Snarling, Sassy, Snarky, Smarmy, Sarcastic Coffee Thoughts

I like to start my day with a hot cup of coffee
I pound down the coffee
First thing I do every day as the dawning sunlight
Lights up my lonesome room

Yeah, but not just a simple cup of java Joe, but God damn coffee

I mean, – we are talking about an alcoholic, all speed ahead, always hot, always fresh, always there when I need it, angry, attitude talk to the hand Ztude, bad, bad assed, beats breaking, beatnik, bluesy, bitter, bitchy, bombs away, capitalistic, caffeinated up the ass, cinematic, communistic, Colombian grown, Costa Rican inspired, Cowabunga to the max, crazy assed, devilishly angelic, divine, divinely inspired, dyslexic, epic, extreme vetting, evil eye, expensive, erotic vision inducing, Ethiopian coffee house brewed, euphoric, freaky, freazoid, foxy, Frenched kissed, French brewed, funkified, foxy lady, graphic, GOD in my coffee, with Allah, Ganesh, Jesus, Kali, Buddha, Christians, Durga, Hindus, Mohamed, Jesus and Mo and their friend, the cosmic bar maid, Sai Babai, Shiva, Taoists, Zoroastrians, drinking my god damned coffee in Hell; growling, gnarly, happy, hard as ice, Hawaian blessed, high as a kite, hippie, hip, hipster, hip hoppy, hot as hell yet strangely sweet as heaven, jazzy, jealous, Kerouac approved, kick ass, kick my god damn ass to Tuesday, kick down the doors and take no prisoners, grown in the Vietnam highlands by ex Vietcong, Guatemalan grown, kiss ass, illegal in every state, imported from all over the god damn world, insane, lovely, loony, lonely, lonesome, malodorous mean old rotten, motherfucking, nasty, narcotic, never whatever, never meh, never cold, not approved by the CIA, not approved by DHS, not approved for human consumption by the FDA, not your daddy’s sissified corporate cup of coffee, NOT DECAFE coffee, not your Denny’s truck driver weak as brown water cup of fake coffee, not your establishment friendly cup of coffee, Not your FBI coffee, Not FAKE Herbal coffee substitute, but a real cup of coffee, not your farmer brothers dinner crap, not made in America for Americans, not safe for work, not your Starbucks average expensive overpriced crappy corporate chain cup of coffee, Not pretentious, Not White House approved, not State Department safe, nuclear, Not Patriotic, operatic, Peets’s coffee approved, paranoid, pornographic, psychotic, pontific, politically aware, rapping, rhyming, right here, right now in River city, rock and roll up the Yazoo, sad, sadistic, sarcastic, sassy, satanic, schizoid, shitting, silly, sexy, smarmy, smelly, smooth, snarky, snarling, stupid, stinking, sweet as honey, sweat inducing, symphonic, Trump can’t handle this coffee, vengeful, Wagnerian, wicked, with nutmeg and cinnamon swirls, with a hint of stevia, with a hint of vanilla, with a hint of rum, with a hint of whisky, with a hint of cherry, with a hint of fruit overtones, with a hint of drugs spicing up the coffee, spendific, speeding, splendid, superior accept no substitutes, survived the Vietnam war, the Iraq war, the Afghan war, the first and Second Korean war, World War 11, the war on poverty, the war on drugs, the war on black people, the sexual revolution, Soulful as a summer’s night in MOTOWN- James Brown approved, TOP approved, Berkeley approved, the coffee that Jimmy Hendrix drank before he died, the coffee that Elvis drank on his last breakfast, the coffee that Barry White crooned as he drank his cup of coffee – and the coffee that made the white boy play stand up and play that funky music, the coffee that made Jonny B Goode play his guitar, and made Jonny bet the devil his soul after he drank his morning cup of righteous coffee and the coffee that make the Rolling Stones Rock and Roll, the coffee your mother warned you against drinking, the coffee that Napoleon drank when he became the Emperor of all Europe, the Coffee that Beethoven drank when he wrote the Ninth symphony, the coffee that Mozart drank as he wrote his last symphony, the coffee that Lincoln drank before he was killed, the Hemingway drank before he killed himself, the coffee that started the 60’s, and ended the 20th century, the coffee that Lenin drank as he plotted revolution, the coffee that Hitler and Stalin drank with FDR as they divided up the world after World War 11, the cup that JFK drank before he was blown away, the coffee Jerry drinks while driving in cars with random celebrities and political figures, the coffee that Jon Stewart drinks before he goes on an epic take down of some foolish politico, the cup of Arabic coffee that Sadaam drank the day he was executed, the coffee that GW and Cheney drank when they bombed Baghdad, the Indian cup of coffee that Bid Laden drank before 9-11 and just before the seals blew his ass to hell, the cup of coffee that Tiger Woods drank with his mistresses while playing a 3, 000 dollar round of golf at Sandy Lane golf course in Barbados, the last legal drug that does what drugs should do, the cup of coffee that Obama drank when he became President, Vietnamese, Vienna brew, wacky, whimsical, Whisky Tango Foxtrot, wild, weird, wonderful, WOW, Yabba dabba doo! Yada Yada yada Zappa’s favorite cup of cosmic coffee, and Zorro’s last cup of coffee, Good to the last drop rolled into one simple cup of hot coffee

As I pound down that first cup of coffee

And fire up my synaptic nerve endings with endless supplies
Of caffeine-induced neuron enhancing chemicals
I face the dawning day with trepidation and mind-numbing fear

I turn on the TV and watch the smarmy newscasters in their perfect hair
Lying through their teeth about the great success the government is having
Following the great leader’s latest pronouncements

I want to scream and shoot the TV
And run outside
Shouting “Stop the world.
I want to get off this fucking crazy planet”

The earth does not care a whit about my attitude
It merely shrugs and moves around the Sun
In its appointed daily run

And I sit down
The madness dissipates a bit
And enjoy my second cup
Of heaven and hell
In my morning cup of Joe/

And now for today’s (optional) prompt. Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that anthropomorphizes a kind of food. It could be a favorite food of yours, or maybe one you feel conflicted about. I feel conflicted about Black Forest Cake, for example. It always looks so pretty in a bakery window, and I want to like the combination of cherries and chocolate . . . but I don’t. But how does the cake feel about it?

PSH prompt

To Friends I Have Lost Along The Way

If you have been around
As long as I have
More than 66 years
On this planet,

You would no doubt
Lost a few friends
Along the way
And family members too.

I recall all my friends
Who have left this mortal plane
Spending way too little time
in my life.

I recall Demel Tucker
My high school black friend
From the debate team
Who died of AIDS
All alone in the end.

I remember Jon Weber
My Austrian born college roommate
Who died of prostate cancer
At age 45,

We had lost touch
Over the years
Last saw him
In the 80s.

I recall Paul Simon
Who shared the visa line
With me in Korea

Went out for a walk
One morning
Did not come back.

I mourn Chris Richards
My boss in Bangkok, Thailand
We were due to have lunch
When he died of an heart attack
That morning.

I recall Julian Bartley
My boss in Seoul
Died in the terrorist bombing
In Kenya.

I recall Judy
From my days in Mumbai
Died suddenly too soon.

I recall my sister Inga
Who died of a mysterious illness
When she turned 45.

I recall my mother
Who died of Alzheimer’s
And my father
Who died of cancer.

And there were many more
And sadly, many more
Will join them

Before I leave this mortal plane.
The curse of getting old
I suppose.

This poetry writing prompt submitted by Joan Fingon:

Prompt word: remembrance

In this exercise, focus on writing about a specific loss of a loved one or dear friend, recent or from your past. What is the essence of your loss and how might you express and honor their memory? What did the individual mean to you?

To inspire your writing be guided by these words as an example…

remember those in passing

they are the roots of the tree

Local Gem Mini-epic

Epic Road Trip Summer of 2016


In the summer of 2016
We drove across the country
Just the wife and me

10,000 miles
31 states
Three months on the road

We started in DC
Right after I retired
From the U.S. State Department
After 27 years of service
Mostly overseas.

Time to rediscover America
I told my Korean-born wife.

We drove down south
Through Virginia,
North and South Carolina

Spent the night
At Ft Lee
And at a naval base
In Georgia

Ended up in Tampa Florida
Where we stayed a week
Looking at real estate
And registered to vote

Becoming Florida residents
Visiting friends
In Sarasota, Florida.

Then back on the road
Up through Florida
Spent the night
In Tallahassee

Then went to Mobile, Alabama
And Birmingham too,
Checking out the sites

Driving through rural Florida
And Southern Alabama,

Went to Arkansas
Spent the night in Hot Springs
And another night as well.
Lost money at the Casino.
visited the Clinton library

Then on through Missouri
Mississippi, and East Texas
Checking our the rural heartland

Seeing lots of poor
rundown communities everywhere.

Drove through Oklahoma
Through the Indian country
Spent the night outside
Of Oklahoma City.

Then drove through Texas
To Amarillo
Where we had a decent
Texmex dinner
in that nothing burger town.

Drove through Texas
And New Mexican desert
Spend two days in Albuquerque

Lost money at the casinos
Ate dinner at the oldest restaurant
In the U.S. tried New Mexican wine

Drove through Arizona
Took it easy at the shrine

To the iconic traveler’s song
Spend the night in Windsor
Up through to Las Vegas

Spent the night
Saw old friends
Lost more money.

Drove to Reno
I lost money there too
Then through Area 51
Stopping off at the famed
Alien Brothel

Stayed at Gold, Nevada
I lost money there too

Drove through northwest Nevada
Northeast California
Through Mt Lassen and Shasta

On to Medford Oregon
Where we stayed for a month
Taking care of property issues.

Then we hit the road again
Drove through eastern Oregon
Stopping off at Burns, Oregon

Then drove through Idaho
Stopped at the Potato museum
Why not I said?

We saw Grand Tetons
And Yellowstone
Stayed three days

Then on through Wyoming
Saw the Devil’s Tower
And Mt. Rushmore

Lost money gambling
In Deadwood
Drinking at the bar

Where Wild Bill Hitchcock
Played his final Deadman’s hand.
Stayed a few days
In Rapid City, South Dakota
Touring the badlands.

I now know
why people don’t live
In South Dakota

Hot, dry dusty
Windy as hell
The Black Hills are nice

But after seeing Mt. Rushmore
There is not much left to do
Rapid City did not impress me

Nor did Sioux Falls
And wall drugs
Well the free water was nice

But it is a nothing town
In a nothing state
On the edge of the badlands
And the Sioux reservation

There is a reason the Indians
live there
No one else wanted the land
And they are warehoused there

So I drove through Rapid City
And thought that
it is the heart of Trump Land
The land of the forgotten
The left behind

Just another nothing-burger
of a State
In the middle of nowhere
Truly flyover country

Drove on through Iowa
And Minnesota
Spend the day in the twin cities
Before driving to Milwaukee.

And on to Wisconsin
Spent the night in Madison
Reminded me of my Berkeley.

Drove to Chicago
Spend two days
Checking it out
Enjoyed being there,

Drove through rural Indiana
And Illinois
Then through Ohio
Spent the night
In Columbus.

Drove on to Pittsburg
Spent the day there
Saw some great art museums

Before driving to DC
Where we shipped our car
And belongings to Korea


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