April 2019 Poems

April 2019 Poems for Poetry Month

April Poem a Thon Poems

2017 Poems

In 2017, 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

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April 2018 Poems

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.

2019 Poems

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)


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


as well as posting them daily on all poetry, writers digest and on my blog (which I did not have in 2017 and 2018.

I tried this year to experiment with more formal verse forms which is one of my creative goals this year.  Writers Digest has a great list, as does All poetry, poetry Soup, Magnum Poetry Opus.  For more info on formal verse forms see





I also added images and audio clips. For 2017, and 2018 I have gone back and revised them slightly adding in images and audio clips.  I intend to turn these poems into my first published book of poetry.

Comments and feedback greatly appreciated.  I intent to make this an annual creative project and keep going as long as I can.

Recent Publication Credits

poem A thon 2018

Poem a Thon 2017

here are my 2019 April Poems

April Poems for Poetry Month

Audio Clips

April 1 to 3rd

howling at the Moon

April 4 to 7th


April 7th and 8th poems

April 9th and April 10th poems


April 11

Valentine Girl and April 12  Evil Bankers

April 13 Incheon Waltz

Debussy Prelude to Afternoon of a Faun

Debussy La Mer

April 14  California Burning

April 15 Shaman Prays for Humanity

April 16

Why are there So Many Fake Cherokees

April 17th President Trump,  International Fire Chief

April 18 Little Man Child President

April 19  Old Hag Speaks

April 20 License

Berkeley balanced


April 22 to April 27 Poems

April 26th Walking the Frozen Path

April 27th  Springtime in Youngjangdo Cheritas

April 28th Living in the Far East

April 29th Here We Go Again

April 30th  NRA Stop Talking Now

begin 2019 Poems



April 1 63 Years Haut
April 1 A penitent Considers another Coming of Mary
April 1 Springtime in Seoul
April 1 today just for today
April 2 Agnostic Dyslectic Wonders if There is a Dog
April 2  It Can’t Happen Here or Has it?
April 3 So Excited to Be Alive at 63
April 4 Trump
April 4 It’s a Dog’s Life
April 4th Scorpio Passion
April 4th  Just an Unhinged Werewolf Howling at the Moon
April 5th Glow
April 6th  Old Lady and the Genie
April 6th Coffee Love Hate Affair
April 6th Coffee Blues
April 7th Morning Thoughts
April 8th Santa James Came to Town
April 9th Love Cinquain
April 10th Nightmare butterfly
April 11th Dedication to the Women I love
April 12th The Art of Stealing Money, anatomy of a bank scam
April 13th Incheon Beach   waltz wave poem
April 14th  California Burning Bright
April 15  Shaman Prays for Humanity
April 16  Catching the Trump Fever
April 16 Releasing the Trump Monsters
April 17 President Trump, International Fire Fighter in Chief
April 18 Licenses
April 19  Little Man President
April 20th Darker Than You Think
April 21st
April22nd Berkeley Balanced
April 23rd  Springtime in Yongchongdo
April 24th Four Haiku and One Tanka
April 25th Life of an Exiled Poet Wandering the Mountains
April 26th Walking Down the Snowing Pathetic
April 27th    
April 27 Living in the Far East
April 28th  Springtime in Yongchongdo Remix Cheritas
April 29th  Here We Go Again
April 30th NRA Stop Talking Now

1 April 1, 2019

63 Years Haut


63 years old
taught me a few things
life is
to short
to carry a grudge
live and love a lot

A penitent Considers another Coming of 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

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

It Can’t Happen Here or Can It?

it can’t happen here

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

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

So Excited to Be Alive

sunrise cherita
sunrise cherita

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

true story. See Dreams and the Unexplainable by the Chicken Soup for the Soul publishers for more details

Dreamgirl re-published

April 4th


president trump

Triumphed against all enemies
Remaining unvanquished
Uniting all who oppose him
Might makes right
Patriots unite behind the Great Leader

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

Tanka contest entry

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

 Just an Unhinged Werewolf Howling at the Moon


dogs of war howling
dogs of war howling

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
howling at the moon

just another unhinged
out for blood today
howling at the moon

April 5th


based on Creative Talents Unleased Prompt

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

based on Creative Talents Unleased Prompt

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 though, Dearie
Remember all magic
Comes with a price
A terrible price

Back of the Bus

based on a true strory

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
I went to Salt Lake City
Still trapped in the back of the bus

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 shrugs and 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

Soon it will be my time

Coffee Love Hate Affair

I love coffee
Always have
Always will
love my coffee

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 up
Filling with hope
And anticipation
as I drink my morning cup

As I conquer the day’s
Dauting 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
just can’t sleep at all

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 decafe coffee

Not the same thing at all
But that is all I can handle
As I am a coffee addict
And always will be

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 caffeinate
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 awake

You reach out
Trembling for you fix


you scream out






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
Finally 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

Santa James Offers Hope

In this dark and dangerous time
that we live in
We seldom hear tales
To inspiration, hope and love

Wet when we do hear such tales
It fills us with wonder
And hope that some how
We can do better

Life can be better
Love can conquer hate
And decency can prevail
Over the dark forces all around us

In Kingman, Arizona
An old blind homeless man appeared
Out of nowhere he showed up
Just started waking about

He was polite, friendly and not scary
Did not want anything from any one
And somehow he conquered the town
Who adopted him

They called him Santa James
Because he wore a red Santa cape
And he was just so
filled with good will

Laughter, advice and stories
Boy did he spin good stories
Poetic allusions
And just radiated goodness

Everyone fell in love with Santa James
He was given a job
Playing piano
Given a room to stay in

Spoke at the local schools
and churches
And to any one
who stopped him

He remembered every one’s name
And life story
Even though he was blind
He could see the good in everyone

And that is the moral of the tale of mine
There is goodness all around us
If only we open our hearts
To accept it

We have the power
To reject hate
To reject division
And accept love

If only Santa James spirit
Could spread across this country
We could heal our wounds
And become united again

That is my prayer
Some may think that Santa James
Is really a saint
The real thing

Who knows
All we know
Is that Santa James
Came to town

And the rest
Is the history
We will make of it
Long Live Santa James

April 8

 Lucky Numbers Blues
Writer’s digest prompt – write a poem about lucky numbers

There are many gambler 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

A statistician in the U.K.
decided to prove
that the gambler
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 to the data
and a downswing to the data

an early experiment
in chaos theory
but with a practical application
for the astute gambler

if you are on a winning curve
keep going until the curve
turnes into a loosing curve
then walk away

and you might be a winner
according to science
but they have yet
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

April 9

Love Cinquain

My Love
Haunting my dreams
endlessly talking to me
Then walked out of the dreams into
my Life

April 10

Nightmare Cinquain

Night mares
Endless fears all night long
Can t escape running from these dreams
All night

Night mares

Endless fears all night long

Huge Monsters chasing me
Hideous Creatures from Hell Itself
Fiendish Hell hounds escaped Banishes
screaming bloody murder
they chase me all the way
I die

 April 11

Dedicated to the woman of my Dreams

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



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

based on a true story.  today’s WD prompt, write a poem starting with “the Art of…”

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 according to the lying bankers,
we failed To actively manage the account


And the bank lied, saying
Because we had not acted
On the account
Over three years

We had abandoned the account
The bank was supposed
To contact us
But they claimed
That they did not know
Where we were


Thus, our account
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

based on writing.com poetic form challenge

near home
sun set
The West Sea
Spring Time
night sun set
over the sea
Sun goes down
near by
waves come in
over beach
is great

April 14

California Burning Bright

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


based on creative talents unleashed photo prompt

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
the 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 17

President Trump International Fire Fighter in Chief – Found Poem


US President Donald Trump speaks about 5G network deployment in the Roosevelt Room of the White House in Washington, DC, on April 12, 2019. (Photo by NICHOLAS KAMM / AFP) (Photo credit should read NICHOLAS KAMM/AFP/Getty Images)

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.

president trump on Norte Dame Fire

April 18

President Trump Little Man Child President

today’s prompt write a poem starting with the words “little”

A little man child
Is our great and glorious dear leader
Filled with hatred and jealousy
Fear of failure haunts his every step

The little man child
Covers up his failures
With bluster, bravado
And constant attack

The little man child
Always attacking his enemies
Plotting revenge all the time
Consumed with slights and insults

The little man child
Lost millions of dollars
The little man child
Lost the popular vote

The little man child
Has lost the respect of the world
And 60 percent of Americans
Want to see him gone

The little man child
Has infected the body politic
With his insidious poison
A slowly growing cancer

The little man child
Will end up destroying
The country
Before he is through

The little man child
Can’t leave office
For fear of going to prison
So we are stuck with him

The little man child
Will never leave us
Until he is resting
In peace in hell

April 19


Today’s prompt – write a poem about 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
it 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

April 20

It is darker than you think

Poem inspired by Creative Talent Unleashed photo prompt

an old hag
an old witch
strictly old school
is talking to young people

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

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

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

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

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

with fear
and trepidation
and anxiety
waiting for the end

and in the end
of the world
they will be born

as things circle back
to the beginning
of the end
and the end
of the beginning

thus it has always
played out
in the world
endless nightmares

and in the end,
she will wake up
and embrace her fate
at the end of time


April 21, 2019


Poetic Sketch of Springtime in Yongchongdo, Korea

today’s prompt was to write a poetic sketch

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

April 22

Four Haiku and a Tanka

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

April 24

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

(Sanshin or sansin (Hangul: 산신; Hanja: 山神) are local mountain gods in Korean shamanism. They are often paired with tigers. In Korea, every Buddhist temple has a dedicated shrine called a sanshingak (Hangul: 산신각; Hanja: 山神閣) to the local sanshin, who is typically represented as an elder male figure surrounded by tigers.[1]

The Japanese equivalent is the Yama-no-Kami (山の神; also pronounced as yamagami).

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
above the skyscraper
apartment blocks

The city is also laced
With canals and stream beds
Everywhere you wander
You are not far from water ways

The secret trails cover the city
Yet the city does not seem
To know how to promote
These wonderous trails

Yes, the city of Seoul
Is filled with hidden treasures
Hidden gems
Deep in the mountains

As I walk in the hills
Lost in thought
The cherry trees
Snowing all around

I reflect again

On the hidden gems
The hidden trails

The hidden treasure of Seoul


April 25

Life of an Exiled Poet Wandering the Mountains

today’s challenge -write a poem about exile

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

April 26

Walking Down The Frozen White Path

failed attempt at writing a ballade

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

April 28

today’s challenge -write a remix of an earlier posted poem

Yongchongdo Remixed Cherita version

In the early morning dawn

I like to go for a walk
Down among the cherry trees

And flowering plants
Just to welcome
Another fine spring day

As the sun comes up

Dispelling my dismal mood
And filling me

With love
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
Waiting to die

April 28

Living in the Far East

today’s challenge – write a direction poem

When I graduated from college
I joined the Peace Corps

And ended up in the Far East
And spend decades

Wandering about East Asia
Lived in Korea for ten years

In Thailand for two years
In India for three years

Travelled to Taiwan twice
Hong Kong and Macao

Vietnam twice
Japan four times

Learned Korean
Some Hindu
A smattering of Chinese
Japanese and Vietnamese

Married a Korean woman
And became half Korean

A kimchi addict
A true Korean foodie

Along the way
And now

As an old man
I live half the year

In the east
And half in the west

But my heart
Remains in the East

Who knows where I will die
If I die in the east

That will be fine
By me

For by now
I am half Asian

In spirit
And in East Asia
If I may meet my final days
that is fine by me

April 29

Here We Go Again

April 29th WD prompt write a poem blank again       

Here We Go Again

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

As the nation
And world
Prepares to choose

The next leader
Of these disunited States
Of America

Will the people
Wake up
And toss

The boy child president
Out on his proverbial butt?

Will sanity prevail
And reason return
To the body politic?

One can only hope
But I fear
That the Trumpmeister

And the dark shadow figures
Behind him

Have many cards
Up their proverbial sleaves

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

Where the bodies are buried
For they buried the bodies

And are prepared
To do
Whatever it takes

To ensure
Their buddy

Their clown show

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

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

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

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

And so here we go again
And again
Until the end of time itself
A constant battle

Against the dark evil forces
Conspiring against common good

To them
We are just cogs
In the machinery
Mere inputs

They don’t care
About you or me

All they care about
Is how much they
Money they can make
Off of you

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

[ NRA Please Stop Talking ]

NRA Please Stop Talking

Another day
Another mass shooting
Another incident
of domestic terrorism

another gun man
killing people
because just because

And their stooges
Come out

Flood the airways
With their noxious
Poisonous weasel words

The NRA says
Mass shootings
Are like the weather

You can’t control them
You can’t predict them
And you can’t prevent them
Just have to accept it
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 amuk

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

We need prayers
And meaningless thoughts

Universal background checks
Too onerous

Registering guns
Too burdensome

Researching gun violence
waste of tax payer money

banning military style assault weapons
restricts my right to blow
away bambi the deer

with a M16
in the end

the NRA will keep talking
talking and talking

preventing anything
from being done

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

So my plead
This day

To the NRA
And their stoogies

Talk is cheap
Your comments
Are not helping

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

And let the rest
Of us
Figure out

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



Today’s final writers digest April Poetry Month’s challenge was to writers was to write a “stop” poem.  I wrote the first draft this morning with the news of San Diego, then as I was about to submit it news broke of a shooting in Hawaii.  The NRA and their stooges always come on the air sprouting nonsense afterward. Hence my plead for them to stop talking now! © 16 hours ago, john Cosmos Aller      

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