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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
Poetry Soup (add link). https://www.poetrysoup.com/me/jakecosmos | edit
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)
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://www.poetrysoup.com/poetry/resources/
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.
here are my 2019 April Poems
April Poems for Poetry Month
Audio Clips
April 1 to 3rd
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
Index
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?
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
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
April 4th
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
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 5th
Glow
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
Coffee
you scream out
I
need
coffee
right
now!
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
Monsters
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
woman
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
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
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
based on writing.com poetic form challenge
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
April 14
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
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
Licenses
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
again
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
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
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
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
Enabler
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
April 30
[ 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
The NRA
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
So NRA
Please
just
stop
talking
Now
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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