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  • April 16 to April 20 2021 Poems

    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 

    Cosmos’s 2020 April Poetry Part One

    Cosmos 2020 April Poetry Part Two

    April 2019 Poems

    April 2018 Poems

    2017 April Poems

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    Just posted on line https://formerpeople.wordpress.com/2021/04/21/lone-foreigner-

    Commentary:

    This is the fifth and perhaps final time I am doing the April poetry challenge.  The goal is to write at least one poem per day.  I am averaging about eight per day and posting four reserving four as “unpublished”. I am basing the poems on prompts from “Writing com Dew Drop Inn”, “Writers Digest”, “Poetry Superhighway” and “NaPoWrMo” prompt daily prompts and on “Pensively Prompt’ et all daily prompts.  I am combining prompts where possible.   I will post these here in batches every five days or so. Each poem will have an image that helped inspired the poem.  All postings will be podcast a few days later on Spotify and elsewhere.  Each posting will be a separate posting, but the index will be cumulative. The final posting will have the complete list of all poems written whether posted or not.   Comments welcome but please keep it civil. Some of my poetry tends to be a bit “in your face” or “political” from a “leftwing perspective.”  If it offends you in some way, please accept my apologies in advance.  That is never my intent.

    This is part three covering poems written April 15 to April 20posted on the 21.

    I am writing some other poems per day but not posting them as I need to reserve some “unpublished” poems. There will be a podcast version shortly on Spotify, Public Radio, and elsewhere.  I will list all the poems I wrote in my final April posting, May 1 KST. Posted

    Index

    April 15, 2021

    Living in an SF World Writing Com Dew Drop-in
    Topic: SF

    Narnia beckons PSH Prompt
    Topic:  Narnia

    My Home Office Writer Digest
    Topic: home

    Cosmos Aller NaPoWrMo
    Topic: Bio

    April 16

    Caregiving In this Day and Age Writing Com Dew Drop-in
    Topic:  Corona

    Dinosaur Story, Writers digest
    Topic: dinosaurs

    Coffee Cup Dreams PSH
    Topic: coffee

    Coffee Inheritance, NaPoWrMo Prompt
    Topic: coffee

    April 17

    Morning rituals PSH
    Topic: Morning

    Ode to Berkeley Writers Digest
    Topic: Berkeley

    Met My Fate That Date Skeltonic Poem
    Topic:  fate

    April 18

    There is no such place as Writing Com Dew Drop-in…
    Topic: Oz, Narnia

    Sounds Writing Com Dew Drop-in…
    Topic: sounds

    April 19

    65 Years Young Writing com Drew Drop-In
    Topic: Age, Meaning of Life

    Howling with The Dancing Moon, PSH
    Topic: Moon

    Writer’s Digest Animal in Title – Cats Are Space Aliens
    Topic: Cats

    Anti-Vaxers, Anti-Masks, And Other Covid Idiots Poetic Rants
    Napowrmo Prompt:
    Topic: Corona

    April 20
    —Tree of Life… (See Link for A Drawing/Journaling Exercise)
    Tree of Life
    Topic:  Satan, Eden, God

    April 15—Machines Writing com Dew Drop-In

    The Robots are Coming

    Robots take over

     

     

     

     

    The Robots are coming
    They will soon
    Take away
    More and more jobs

    Leaving people free
    To do other things

    But what will we all do?
    When the machines
    Do everything

    From driving and delivering
    To cooking our food
    Cleaning our houses
    Cleaning our offices

    Even doing our lawyering
    And our doctoring
    What will we do?

    When the evil computer overlord
    Emerges in the future
    And enslave us all
    To the robotic overlords?

    Narnia Beckons PSH

    Use five different colors.
    Utilize each of the five senses
    Write about your hand (what is it?  What does it do?) without using the words “hand,” “finger/s” or “thumb.”
    Go to an imaginary place that is commonly known, don’t name it until the end
    What did you do during covid that you wouldn’t have done otherwise?

    narnia
    narnia

     

     

     

     

     

    Narnia beckons
    Red dawning sun
    Blue sky
    Yellow flowers
    Pink flowers
    Golden flowers
    By my side

    Narnia beckons
    During covid lockdown
    Reading Narnia in Spanish

    My Home Office Writer Digest

    For today’s prompt, write a poem inspired only by stimulus from where you’re sitting (or standing, if you write will standing). In the past, I’ve written poems about pencils, characters in books I can see, and things I can see out my window when using this prompt. So, consider your immediate surroundings and poem away today.

    For several years
    I have had a home office
    Chaotic, badly designed
    Adhoc mess
    But now I finally have
    A decent home office

    With a state of the art desk
    That I can raise or lower
    As I sit fit

    My wife sits next to me
    We can finally work together
    Managing our real estate
    And investments

    I do my writing projects
    With her at my side
    Watching the news
    Or listening to music

    As we work side by side
    In my peaceful home office

    Cosmos Aller NaPoWrMo<

    And last but not least, our (optional) prompt for the day. Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that delves into the meaning of your first or last name. Looking for inspiration? Take a look at this poem by Mark Wunderlich, appropriately titled “Wunderlich.”

    Cosmos Aller

    I am Jake Cosmos Aller
    Born John Cosmos Aller
    65 years ago in Berkeley, California

    I am the third generation Cosmos
    The name comes from a translation
    Of our German family name Aller

    The story Is that my great grandfather
    Wanted a middle name
    To reflect an English translation
    Of the German word “Aller”

    He had a choice
    “Cosmos” or “Universe”
    He chose “Cosmos”

    Otherwise
    I would be John “Universe” Aller

    My Grandfather was the first Cosmos
    Curtis Cosmos Aller Sr
    My father Was the second Cosmos
    Curtis Cosmos Aller, Jr
    And I am the third
    John (Jake) Cosmos Aller

    Either way
    The name Cosmos
    Is now my pen name

    No one believes
    This story

    They all believe
    I was called Cosmos
    Because I was born
    In Berkeley

    And the name Cosmos
    Seems appropriate
    For a child born
    In Berkeley

    Which is a pretty
    Cosmic city
    After all

    Unfortunately, I am the last Cosmos
    In my family’s line
    As I have no children

    If I had a son
    He would have been called
    Robert Cosmos Aller

    April 16

    Caregiving In this Day and Age, writing com Do Drop-in

    corona
    corona

     

     

     

     

     

    Caregiving in this day and age
    Is difficult
    As the Coronavirus wreaks havoc
    Across the land

    Thousands of people still dying
    Every single day
    As General Corona marches
    Across the land

    The caregivers are our unseen heroes
    Saving lives every day
    For very little pay

    They do what they must
    Providing care
    to the elderly

    The forgotten old people
    Living their quiet life
    Of despair

    Dinosaur Story, Writers Digest

    dinosaur
    dinosaur

     

     

     

     

     

     

    For today’s prompt, take the phrase “(blank) Story,” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Possible titles include: “Toy Story,” “Super Long Unusually Strange Story,” and/or “Same Old Story.” Poem your story, so we can get at the second half of this challenge.

    A metal dinosaur
    Stands in a park
    Deeply dreaming

    The dinosaur
    Comes to life
    Millions of years
    Have past

    The dinosaur sniffs
    Says to himself
    Hmm I am back
    Life is good

    Coffee Cup Dreams PSH

     

    coffee
    coffee

     

     

     

     

     

    Writing from the point of view of an inanimate object can open the floodgates. We carry things around with us everywhere – in our pockets, purses, backpacks, vehicles… but how do those objects see the world? This freewriting activity puts your voice to bed, while the object’s voice is finally spoken.

    Dig through your backpack, purse, bag, junk drawer – and pull out the first object you touch.

    Write a poem from the point of view of that object.

    How does the egg timer feel about sitting on top of the stove when the cookies are done baking? What does the Costco Membership Card feel when you pass over it for Sam’s Warehouse? How does the maple syrup react when you reach for the honey instead?

     

    My coffee cup
    Contains dreams
    It dreams every morning
    As I pour my coffee

    The coffee cup
    Comes to life
    Filled with delicious coffee

    The coffee cup
    Loves to provide me
    With the pleasure
    Of drinking coffee

    The coffee cup smiles
    His work is done

    Coffee Inheritance

     

    cartoon man who drank too much coffee
    cartoon man who drank too much coffee

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    And now for our prompt (optional, as always). Today’s prompt comes to us from Juan Martinez. It asks you to think about a small habit you picked up from one of your parents, and then to write a piece that explores an early memory of your parent engaged in that habit, before shifting into writing about yourself engaging in the same habit.

    My father and mother
    Were big coffee drinkers
    They liked it black

    My mother said
    Coffee should be black
    Like her heart

    But her heart
    Was filled with light
    And love

    She drank five to six
    Cups every day

    My father also
    Was a big coffee drinker
    They both drank coffee

    All-day long
    Oddly, it did not seem
    To keep them from sleeping

    Nor did it make them
    Jittery
    From too much caffeine

    My parents did not allow me
    To drink coffee
    Until I was 18

    When I finally join them
    And became
    A coffee achiever

    Now when I drink my daily cup
    I think back to my parents

    Drinking their coffee
    Thinking back
    To my coffee inheritance

    There is no such place

    narnia scene
    narnia scene

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    There is no such place
    I often wonder
    What would it be like
    If the mythical land of oz
    Or Narnia existed

    If we could travel
    To other realms

    I wonder if
    While I alive
    If we will colonize
    The Moon and Mars

    And if I will travel
    To the stars
    Before my time is done

    Sunday, April 18

    Sounds

    temple blog bell-zen
    temple blog bell-zen

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    Sounds and sights
    Of unknown worlds
    Fill my head

    I hear the temple bells
    I see the sights
    Of my dreams
    Unfold in my head

    Sounds and sights
    Of worlds yet to be
    Fill my heart
    With anticipation

    Monday, April 19

    Acting your age (or not!)

    65 Years Young
    I am now 65
    A senior citizen

    But in my heart
    I still feel
    Like I am still
    20 years old

    People say
    I should act my age
    But what that means
    If I think
    I am still 20?

    Sunday, April 20>

    —Tree of Life…(see link for a drawing/journaling exercise)
    https://nathanbweller.com/tree-life-simple-exercise-reclaiming-identity-directio…
    Tree of Life

     

    Eden
    Eden

     

     

     

     

     

    In the garden
    Of Eden
    Adam and Eve
    Were forbidden
    To eat the fruit
    Of the tree of life
    Satan sent a snake
    To temp them
    To eat the forbidden fruit
    Of the tree of life
    When they did
    God knew
    And banished them
    From the garden of Eden
    For their act of cosmic defiance

    Morning Rituals PSH

     

    coffee
    coffee

     

     

     

     

     

    If a stranger were to watch you through your window right now, what would they see and what would they say about it? Paint us a verbal picture. Play around with the point of view. You can be the observer describing what he/she sees in a third-person report, or switch it around to the first or second person

    Sam Adams starts his day
    The same way every day
    He gets up
    At the crack of dawn
    Leaves his sleeping wife

    Washes up
    Drinks two cups
    of coffee

    Watches the news
    While writing down his dreams
    And his daily poetry

    Thinking about life
    Looking out the window
    At the dawning sun

    Lights up his living room
    Thinking about life

    He goes to his sleeping wife
    Waking her with a kiss
    Falling in love yet again

    Ode to Berkeley Writers Digest

    free roaming berkeley
    free roaming berkeley

     

     

     

     

     

     

    For today’s prompt, write a city poem. You can make the title of your poem the name of a city and write your poem. Or you can mention a city in your poem. And, of course, you can just set your poem in a city without naming which one it is. It’s also okay if you’re more rurally inclined, to just write a poem about the city slickers. As always, have fun with it.

    I grew up in Berkeley
    In the late 60s and 70s
    A wild magical time
    In a magical city
    By the bay

    Berkeley was the center
    Of my universe
    For many years

    Until I left it
    In my early 20s
    To wander about the world

    Yet Berkeley never left me
    I am still in Berkeley
    It lives on in my heart
    And soul

    And someday
    I will return home
    To reside

    Before I finally leave
    Berkeley for good
    As I die in my homeland

    Met My Fate That Date Skeltonic Poem NaPoWrMo Prompt

    And last but not least, our (optional) prompt. Because it’s Friday, today I’d like you to relax with the rather silly form called Skeltonic, or tumbling, verse. In this form, there’s no specific number of syllables per line, but each line should be short and should aim to have two or three stressed syllables. And the lines should rhyme. You just rhyme the same sound until you get tired of it, and then move on to another sound. Here’s a short example I came up with.

    Met My Fate That Date Skeltonic Poem

    I met my fate
    That cosmic date
    When I first saw my mate

    I went to her that date
    She walked into my life
    Later she became my wife

    Howling with the Dancing Moon, PSH
    Topic: Moon
    If the moon could tap dance…

     

    howling at the moon
    howing at the moon

     

     

     

     

     

    (Would it make a sound? What music is it dancing to? Where did it find tap shoes? What effect does it have on you?)

    If rivers could wish…

    (What would they wish for? Or have they already? Do they ever get tired of being wet? How about when something jumps in, falls in, takes something from them?)

    If sunset could tell you…

    (A truth beyond the horizon? Is it hard to say goodbye? What does it know that you don’t? How has it tried to tell you?)

    A man
    Sits drinking late into the night
    On the night of the blood-red
    Super blue wolf moon

    The lunatic light of the moon
    Inspires him
    As he drinks
    In that depraved din of inequity
    On the left side of society

    Drinking with his buddies
    Johnny Walker, Jim Beam
    Jack Daniels, Old Granddad
    Drinking one Scotch, one Bourbon
    And one beer

    Watching the naked woman
    Dancing on stage
    He finishes drinking
    20 drinks too sober

    He walks outside
    And sees the naked moon
    Dancing up a storm

    Flying across the sky
    Ripping her clothes off

    Tap dancing
    To the insane disco beat
    Of the bar

    He gives in
    Jumps into the sky
    Dancing with the naked moon

    Howling with the moon maiden
    Like an escaped banshee
    From the lunatic bins
    Of Hell

    Cats are Aliens -Writers Digest Animal Poem

    black cat
    black cat

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     Cats are alien creatures
    They are just so weird
    So utterly inhuman

    In their thoughts
    And actions
    They must have come
    To this world
    From another planet

    Perhaps they are
    The advance team
    For the future alien invasion

    Cats seem to communicate
    Through telepathy

    They seem to think
    We are their slaves

    Perhaps we are
    And we do not realize
    That they are the master race

    Anti-vaxers, anti-maskers and other covid Idiots Poetic Rants
    NaPoWrMo Prompt:

    Topic: Corona

    corona virus

    corona virus

     

    And last but not least, our prompt (optional, as always). Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a humorous rant. In this poem, you may excoriate to your heart’s content all the things that get on your nerves. Perhaps it’s people who tailgate when driving or don’t put the caps back on pens after they use them. Or the raccoons who get into your garbage cans. For inspiration, perhaps you might look to this list of Shakespearean insults. Or, for all of you who grew up on cartoons from the 1980s, perhaps this compendium of Skeleton’s might provide some insight.

    Amid the worst global health pandemic
    In over 150 years
    The world is filled with COVID idiots
    Who denounces any public health measures
    Designed to save lives

    As an affront to their rights
    To do whatever they please
    Regardless of the impact
    Their bad behavior may have

    These COVID idiots
    Refuse to wear masks
    Refuse to social distance
    Refuse to get a Vaccine
    Even refuse
    to wash their damn hands

    They refuse to believe
    That COVID is real
    Until they or their relatives
    End up in the hospital
    Fighting for their life

    If only these COVID idiots
    Had worn a mask
    Gotten a vaccine
    They would not have become
    Yet another COVID Ghost

    The End

  • April 10 to April 14 2021 Poems

    April 10 to April 14 2021 Poems

    April 2021 Poetry Contest – April  1 0  to  April 14

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     google podcasts

     radio public

    Spotify

    Radio public chttps://radiopublic.com/the-world-according-to-cosmos-6va7D1

    on PocketCastshttps://pca.st/rt1f4r4r

    Thank you.

    Just posted on line https://formerpeople.wordpress.com/2021/04/21/lone-foreigner-

    Commentary:

    This is the fifth and perhaps final time I am doing the April poetry challenge.  The goal is to write at least one poem per day.  I am averaging about eight per day and posting four reserving four as “unpublished”. I am basing the poems on prompts from “Writing com Dew Drop Inn”, “Writers Digest”, “Poetry Superhighway” and “NaPoWrMo” prompt daily prompts and on “Pensively Prompt’ et all daily prompts.  I am combining prompts where possible.   I will post these here in batches every five days or so. Each poem will have an image that helped inspired the poem.  All postings will be podcasted a few days later on Spotify and elsewhere.  Each posting will be a separate posting, but the index will be cumulative. The final posting will have the complete list of all poems written whether posted or not.   Comments welcome but please keep it civil. Some of my poetry tends to be a bit “in your face” or “political” from a “leftwing perspective.”  If it offends you in some way, please accept my apologies in advance.  That is never my intent.

    This is part three covering poems written April 10th to April 14th, posted on the 14th

    I am writing some other poems per day but not posting them as I need to reserve some “unpublished” poems. There will be a podcast version shortly on Spotify, Public Radio and elsewhere.  I will list all the poems I wrote in my final April posting, May 1 KST. Posted

    April 1 to April 5 Poems

    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 2018 Poems

    2017 April Poems

    Index

    Transgressions, Writing Com – Dew Drop-In
    Every Morning Cherita, PSH Prompt
    Prime Love Writers Digest Prompt
    Letter to Frank Zappa, Napowrmo Prompt
    The Mountains of My Love, —Describe Yourself as Landscape Writing Com Dew Drop-In
    Great Dismal Dark Play Sestina Writer’s Digest
    Superman on His Morning Patrol PSH Prompt
    Coffee Obsession Pensively/Writing Com Dew Drop-In
    The Wit and Wisdom of Mary Geneva Aldridge Aller -“There’s Method in Her Madness” Dedicated to My Mother Who Passed on July 31, 2005.
    Lucky In Love, Unlucky at Cards, Writer’s Digest
    Visiting the Tower of Babel, Napowrmo Prompt
    News Headlines I’d Like to See Napowrmo Prompt
    Robots Taking Over Writing Com Dew Drop-In
    Just Another Black Dude Pulled Over Driving While Black

    Poem with Transgression in Form and Content Writing com Dew Drop-In

    Transgressions

    Our
    transgressions
    Ultimately
    Religious
    Transgressions
    Religious
    About
    No
    God
    Except
    Since
    September
    In
    Our
    Nothing words
    Something remains hidden

    Every Morning Cherita PSH Prompt 

    A few years ago, I discovered one of my favorite writing exercises: Try writing a cherita.  Cherita is the Malay word for story or tale. It is a little 6 line story.

    Try writing a single stanza of a one-line verse

    followed by a two-line verse,
    and then finishing with a three-line verse

    You can find samples and even a journal you can submit your little stories here:

    Every Morning Cherita 

    When I wake up

    And see you there
    The darkness of the night

    Begins to recede
    As the sun lights up
    Filling me with your love

    Letter to Frank Zappa 1975 NaPoWrMo

    Frank Zappa

    And now for our (optional) prompt. This is a twist on a prompt offered by Kay Gabriel during a meeting she facilitated at the Poetry Project last year. Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a two-part poem, in the form of an exchange of letters. The first stanza (or part) should be in the form of a letter that you write either to yourself or to a famous fictional or historical person. The second part should be the letter you receive in response. These can be as short or long as you like, in the form of prose poems, or with line breaks – and of course, the subject matter of the letters is totally up to you.

     Letter to Frank Zappa 1975 sent to him

    Dear Frank

    I loved your overnight sensation album
    It made my day
    It inspired me to write
    Some poems which I hope
    You can consider using
    In a future album

    Your friend and number one fan

    Jake Cosmos Aller

    His Response – never responded

    Dear Cosmos

    Love your poems
    Love your name
    Is that your real name?

    Is it because you are from Berkeley?
    One of my favorite cities
    I will be able to use
    Some of these poems

    My people will get in touch
    With your people
    And work out a deal
    To use these poems
    Great job my friend

    Frank Zappa

    Your friend for life

    Prime Love Writers Digest Prompt

    For today’s prompt, write a prime number poem. That is, I want you to somehow incorporate a prime number into your poem. You could include a prime number in the title of your poem or use one in the poem itself. Or write a poem that has a prime number of lines per stanza or for the entire poem.

    And if you need help with remembering which numbers are prime numbers, I’ve got you covered (here’s a list of prime numbers up to 100: 2, 3, 5, 7, 11, 13, 17, 19, 23, 29, 31, 37, 41, 43, 47, 53, 59, 61, 67, 71, 73, 79, 83, 89, 97)

    Prime Love

    My love
    Wakes me up
    With love in her heart
    I leap out of my dark bed
    Eagerly greeting the dawning sunlight
    Filling my soul with your deep endless angelic love
    Wondering again who you are, why are you here, my angel dear?

    As I sit in the morning light, filled with your love, seeing the sunlight
    My deep dark nightmares begin to fade with your deep love
    I am filled with the light of the dawning sun
    I was dreaming of all those years
    Then one day you came to life
    Walking out of dreams
    Reality
    My love

    Describe Yourself as Landscape Writing com Dew Drop-In
    The Mountains of My Love

    —Describe Yourself as Landscape Writing com Dew Drop-In

    The Mountains of My Love
    I am like a mountain
    Growing out of the plains
    Rising to a peak
    Overlooking the town
    Filled with my love
    For my wife
    I remain a towering inferno
    Of fire
    Passionate intensity erupting
    Whenever I see you
    Standing there

    Great Dismal Dark Play Sestina Writer’s Digest

     For today’s prompt, write a poem using at least three of the following six words: convict, great, play, race, season, and voice. Extra credit for using all six words. Extra credit for writing a sestina. It’s not a race, so I won’t convict anyone who can’t use all six words, but it is the season to play around and share your great voice. Now!

    Great Dismal Dark Play

    There is a great dismal dark play
    At work in the wild world
    There is a Race to the finish line
    During this unsettling Season
    Millions of people losing their Voice
    As thousands die every day

    PSH Write a Comic Book Poem, Superman on His Daily Patrol

    Write a poem where you describe each part of it as if in a square of a comic book.  Put it in the present tense.  Close your eyes (or not) and imagine exactly what is happening in each line, what you want to see or do in your setting.  Use simple descriptions, think about materials, shapes, and colors along with what else is there (houses, businesses, parks, transportation, etc.).  Other considerations are:  What sounds do you hear, what smells do you smell, and how’s the weather?  In this poem, you can be the hero/heroine or not!

    Superman on His Morning Patrol

    superman
    Superhero businessman standing outdoors changing saving the day above the city skyline

    Superman wakes up
    On a beautiful spring morning
    Glad to be alive

    He drinks his coffee
    One of the best things
    On his adopted new world

     

    He suited up
    Flew out his window
    On his morning patrol

    Fighting evil
    Promoting the American way
    He flies about the city

    Stopping to eat a hot dog
    Chatting with the vendor
    About life on earth

    Superman thought
    Life is good

    Visiting the Tower of Babel, NaPoWrMo Prompt

    Finally, our prompt (optional, as always). I’m calling this one “Past and Future.” This prompt challenges you to write a poem using at least one word/concept/idea from each of two specialty dictionaries: Lempira’s Classical Dictionary and the Historical Dictionary of Science Fiction. A hat tip to Cathy Park Hong for a tweet that pointed me to the science fiction dictionary and Hoe for introducing me to the Classical Dictionary.

    Visiting the Tower of Babel

    tower of Babel
    Towel of Babel

    A team of SF travelers
    Discovered HG Wells secret plans
    And construct a time machine

    A big debate ensures
    Where to go
    When to go

     

     

     

    Some wanted to go back
    and witness the crucifixion

    Finally, they decide
    To go back in time

    To the construction
    Of the tower of Babel

    They set the time machine
    To 2,226 BCE

    And off they go
    They find a large tower
    Under construction
    Reaching towards the heaven

    They stay and watch
    The tower’s construction
    Then the tower falls down
    In a lightning strike

    Everyone who witnesses
    The scene
    Is struck with madness

    The tower lay in ruins
    The people speaking
    In tongues

    The scientists conclude
    That this biblical tale
    Was probably true

    Coffee Obsession Pensively, —Excess or Obsession Writing com Dew Drop-In

    cartoon man who drank too much coffee
    cartoon man who drank too much coffee

    Sam Adams
    Thought about the Difference
    Between Love
    And obsession

    As he drank deeply
    Enjoying his coffee obsession

    The Wit and Wisdom of Mary Geneva Aldridge Aller -“There’s Method in Her Madness” dedicated to my mother who passed on July 31, 2005.

    We are here today
    To celebrate the life
    Of Mary Geneva Aldridge Wilson Aller,
    My Mother.

    As we are gathered together
    to mark her passing
    On to another, better world,

    I thought we should reflect
    On her life and its meaning.
    Therefore, I have a message
    That I hope we all leave here today.

    I call this speech,
    ‘The Wit and Wisdom of Mary Geneva Aldridge Wilson Aller,
    ” There’s Method in her Madness.”

    Which was one of her favorite Shakespeare quotes.

    I hope we will see the wisdom
    That my mother tried so hard to impart
    And what I hope I have learned
    From 52 years of watching

    The life of my Mother.
    What have I have learned?

    From Mary’s life
    And her death

    And what we can all learn
    From her 85 years of experience
    In this mad crazy corner
    Of the world, she loved so dearly.

    She was a true Berkeley original,
    And it is only fitting
    That we bury her
    Here a few blocks
    From where she spent
    Much of her life.

    What can we learn?
    From Mary’s life in this world?

    Her favorite song from a musical was
    “Stop the world.
    I want to get off.”

    And today she gets her final wish
    As she leaves this world
    And moves on to another world.

    My mother grew up
    In Arkansas
    In what could best be described
    As hill country folk.

    She was the 8th child of 10 children
    Born on a family farm in the 1920s
    High up in the Ozark mountains

    Part Cheroke, Irish, Scot, Dutch, French
    And maybe African American to boot

    Her family part of the lost tribe
    Of the Cherokee tribe
    Who ran away
    Before the trail of tears

    She graduated from High School
    And lit out for the West coast

    Just as millions of people
    Fled the dust bowl
    Of the late ’30s and ’40s.
    She arrived in the SF area
    And settled in Berkeley.

    She hated being considered an Oakie
    And lost her accent

    She cultivated an accent
    She learned from
    The classical radio deejays.

    She then became involved
    In labor and democratic politics.
    She became a telephone operator union President,
    Later was a real estate salesperson,
    And became involved with the Save the Bay movement
    And the League of Women’s voters.

    During the 60’s she accompanied
    My father to Washington DC
    When he was Undersecretary of Labor.

    She could not wait to get back
    To her beloved Berkeley
    Because she felt at home
    In the zany openness of the Bay area

    She once said
    “every ten years the world flips
    And all the nuts roll downhill
    To California

    That is how she got there
    Part of the Planetary Nut Reconfiguration Program
    A little known Federal ABC agency “

    She hated DC
    As it reminded her why
    She left the South
    So many years before.

    In later years she helped my father
    In his many political campaigns
    And was his business manager for almost 10 years
    When he ran an economic consulting business.

    When she retired,
    She kept her love of reading
    Until just a few short years ago
    When she finally
    Was no longer able to read.

    That for me was one
    Of the saddest parts of her final years
    As she loved to read.

    What we all learned from Mary

    – Mary’s wisdom can be broken
    Down into four areas:

    Question authority,
    Think for ourselves
    Read everything there is,
    And always do the right thing.

    She always told us that we should question authority
    And that we should never trust experts.
    She said often what is an expert?
    Just a guy with a Ph.D.

    And we all know what means –
    BS Piled High and Deep.
    And she laughed
    As she was married to Ph.D.

    And hated campus politics.
    She hated with disdain
    Almost all politicians

    Except for Truman and Kennedy
    And she had her own Truman story
    She thought they were all crooks and liars,
    Especially the Southern-bred types.

    She believed though in equal opportunity
    And hated Republicans as much as Democrats.
    No one ever measured
    Up to her high standards
    Of ethical behavior.

    She often told us to do
    The right thing.

    But she refused to tell us
    What would be
    As we had to figure
    That out on our own.

    My final thoughts
    Are on reading

    the lifelong
    Love of books

    That she gave me and my siblings.
    She read an average of three to five books
    Per week every week of her life.

    We were always trading books
    Stocking up books on our visits
    To the family library
    As I thought of it.

    I have taken a part in the library
    With me and will treasure all the books
    That she shared with me and my siblings.

    She always had an opinion
    About everything.

    One of her and my favorite books
    Was the World According to Garp

    And there was a “World According to Mary”
    Where what you saw was what you got
    And if you did not like her opinion,
    Then you had best get out of the way

    Because Mary,
    Was afraid of no one

    And always stood her ground no matter what.
    But I am happy that she
    Let me in the “World According to Mary”

    And I have lots of stories
    From her life that would make great fiction,
    For, in Mary’s improbable life,

    Life was truly stranger than fiction.

    Because my mother grew up in a Christian family,
    It would be appropriate to read a bible quote.
    My mother was raised as a Baptist
    Although she left the Church
    After asking the minister,
    “If God created the world,
    Who created God?”

    Here is one of her favorite Bible quotes

    Ecclesiastes 12 (King James Version)

    Ecclesiastes 12

    1Remember now thy Creator in the days of thy youth, while the evil days come not, nor the years draw nigh when thou shalt say, I have no pleasure in them.

    2While the sun, or the light, or the moon, or the stars, be not darkened, nor the clouds return after the rain:

    3In the day when the keepers of the house shall tremble, and the strong men shall bow themselves, and the grinders cease because they are few, and those that look out of the windows be darkened,

    4And the doors shall be shut in the streets when the sound of the grinding is low, and he shall rise at the voice of the bird, and all the daughters of music shall be brought low.

    5Also when they shall be afraid of that which is high, and fears shall be in the way, and the almond tree shall flourish, and the grasshopper shall be a burden, and desire shall fail: because man goth to his long home and the mourners go about the streets:

    7Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was: and the spirit shall return unto God who gave it.

    8Vanity of vanities, saith the preacher; all is vanity.

    9And moreover, because the preacher was wise, he still taught the people knowledge; yea, he gave good heed, and sought out, and set in order many proverbs.

    10The preacher sought to find out acceptable words: and that which was written was upright, even words of truth.

    11The words of the wise are as gods, and as nails fastened by the masters of assemblies, which are given from one shepherd.

    12And further, by these, my son, be admonished: of making many books there is no end, and much study is a weariness of the flesh.

    13Let us hear the conclusion of the whole matter: Fear God and keep his commandments: for this is the whole duty of man.

    14For God shall bring every work into judgment, with every secret thing, whether it be good, or whether it be evil.

    Her minister friend said the short version is ” Life is Good.
    Then we Die and it gets even better.”

    When Mary was a telephone union president,
    Word came down
    that she was invited
    to meet Harry Truman.

    She replied
    I don’t want to meet Harry
    unless he wants to meet me.

    Hearing that quip,
    Harry was amused

    And sent his advance team to talk
    Some sense into that feisty fiery woman
    Out in SF, that Mary Aller.

    Two government types,
    Dressed as I am,

    Showed up
    Asked her if she was a communist

    She responded
    Boy, are you stupid?
    If I were a communist, would I tell you?

    I don’t think so.
    Where do they get people
    Like you anyway?

    The SF Chronicle captured the moment
    With a huge headline,

    “Harry Meets Mary.”

    This sums up my mother’s fearless feisty
    Stubborn personality and yes,
    Truman was one of the few politicians
    That got the Mary Aller seal of approval

    Now my final Mary story
    Sums up her life for me.

    In 1974 I was in a BHS play,
    The Madwomen of Chaillot
    Where I played the waiter
    Whose line was
    “she’s not mad.
    She’s the madwomen of Chaillot.”

    But Mary was in the audience
    And I lost my character
    For a moment and said,

    “She not’s mad,
    She’s the madwoman of Berkeley,
    oops I meant Chaillot.”

    Brought down the house.

    I went home thinking I had done it,
    Insulted my Mom in front of the whole school.

    She laughed
    And said that was okay
    As she liked the phase.

    I said
    “Well, Mary,
    You are my madwoman of Berkeley
    And I’ll have it no other way.

    She laughed
    And that was the end of it,
    Until now.

    When I say,
    “Mary, you were one of the most original people
    Whoever lived,

    And I treasure the fact
    That I was your son.
    You were at times
    Very difficult to deal with

    But in the end,
    Your good karma
    Will outlive you

    As you always did the right thing,
    And for that
    And all the other words of wisdom
    I learned over the years,

    I salute you,
    Our beloved Madwomen of Berkeley.

    Write a Lucky Poem and/or..Write an Unlucky Poem. Writers Digest

    Lucky in love, Unlucky in cards

    Indian casino Fun
    Indian casino Fun

    There is an adage
    That sums up my life so far
    One can be lucky in love
    But unlucky in cards

     

     

    That sums it up nicely
    I have been lucky in love
    Met and married
    The girl of my dreams

    Dreamed of meeting her
    For eight years

    Then she came into my life
    Became my wife

    But I have never been
    Lucky in cards

    I mean I have played
    Poker with friends
    But always lost

    Won a little bit of gambling
    But usually lost more
    Then I won

    Eventually gave up
    Just not fun anymore

    Never really had the gambling bug
    Just not my cup of tea
    It seemed to me

    Yet to get a jackpot
    But then I think
    I hit the jackpot of love

    When I met the love
    Of my life that date
    When I met my fate

    And that has made
    All the difference
    In the world

    News Headlines I’d Like to See NaPoWrMo Prompt

    And now, on to our (optional) prompt. Today’s prompt comes from the Instagram account of sundress publications, which posts a writing prompt every day, all year long. This one is short and sweet: write a poem in the form of a news article you wish would come out tomorrow.

     

     

     

     

    Donald Trump Dies of a Massive Heart Attack
    Congress Passes 2.6 Trillion $ Infrastruture Bill in rare Bipartisan Vote
    North Korea and South Korea Enter into Unification Talks
    U.S Troops Come Home From Afghanistan and Iraq
    Peace Breaks Out Around the World
    The Covid pandemic is finally over

    The Robots are Taking Over,  Machines Writing com Dew Drop-In

    Robots take over

     

     

     

     

    The robots are coming

    They will soon
    Take away
    More and more jobs

    Leaving people free
    To do other things

    But what will we all do?
    When the machines
    Do everything

    From driving and delivering
    To cooking our food
    Cleaning our houses
    Cleaning our offices
    Even doing our lawyering
    And our doctoring

    What will we do?
    When the evil computer overlord
    Emerges in the future
    And enslave us all
    To the robotic overlords?

    Just Another Black Dude Pulled Over Driving While Black

    The other day
    A young black army Lt
    Learned a vital lesion

    To the average cop
    On the street
    A black man
    Is a suspect

    And must be dealt with
    With maximum force
    Just to teach them
    A lesion

    You don’t mess with the police
    You must know your place
    And in today’s world

    You are nothing more
    Then just another black man
    In the eyes of the law

    The Lt.’s crime?
    Driving while black
    In a small town

    The cops saw a black man
    Did not care
    That he was in uniform
    Took offense

    When the black man
    Refused to comply
    And questioned their right
    To harass him

    They pulled out their guns
    Making it a felony arrest
    Beat him up for good measure

    All for nothing
    His crime
    Not a crime

    But did they care
    Not at all

    That is justice
    In our America

    At least
    They did not go all
    George Floyd on him
    Perhaps his uniform
    Saved his life
    That day

    The End

  • April 1 to April 5 Poems

    April 1 to April 5 Poems

    Poetry from The Mad Cosmos

    2021 Poetry

    By

    Jake Cosmos Aller

    April 2021 Poetry Contest

    Cosmos 2020 April Poetry Part Two

    Cosmos’s 2020 April Poetry Part One

    April 2019 Poems

    April 2018 Poems

    2017 April Poems

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    Commentary

    This is the fifth and perhaps final time I am doing the April poetry challenge.  The goal is to write at least one poem per day.  I am averaging about eight per day and posting four reserving four as “unpublished”. I am basing the poems on prompts from “Writing com Dew Drop Inn”, “Writers Digest”, “Poetry Superhighway” and “NaPoWrMo” prompt daily prompts and on “Pensively Prompt’ et all daily prompts.  I am combining prompts where possible.   I will post these here in batches every five days or so.. Each poem will have an image that helped inspired the poem.  All postings will be podcasted a few days later on Spotify and elsewhere.  Each posting will be a separate posting, but the index will be cumulative. The final posting will have the complete list of all poems written whether posted or not.   Comments welcome but please keep it civil. Some of my poetry tends to be a bit “in your face” or “political” from a “leftwing perspective.”  If it offends you in some way, please accept my apologies in advance.  That is never my intent.

    First Posting April 1 To April 5

    April 1

    Warm Up Poem Every Day I Turn on My Computer “Writers Digest”

    Coffee Pot Blues “Poetry Superhighway Prompt” Prompt

    Who Is Jake Cosmos Aller?  “Writer’s Digest” Prompt

    “Good Golly Miss Molly,” A Dew-Drop A Day in April, “Writing com Dew Drop Inn”

    “Sam Adams Wakes Up Dead “NaPoWrMo” prompt Poetry

    April 2

    Surprise/Haiku Writing Com Dew Drop In

    Modern connections  Writers digest prompt

    Life as an Expat In Korea – Poetry Superhighway prompt

    Falling in Love with My Dream Girl

    The Future is Here writers digest

    April 3

    Superman On Mars Napowrmo  Cross Post Writer Digest April 4th!

    Cat People  Cross Post Weather Poem Writing Com April 4th Prompt

    Mirror Poem  Pensively Cross Post Poetry Superhighway

    April 4

    Errors in My Life

    Little Houses on The Hill Side

    Alone NaPoWrMo prompt

    April 5

    The First Time I Saw Her -writer digest

    Driving the world in my Lexus  Poetry Superhighway

    Potential Mistake Writers Digest Dew Drop In Prompt

    Poetry From the Visa Line  Poetry Superhighway

    “Writer’s Digest” Prompt

    “Writer’s Digest”: for today’s prompt, write a warm-up poem. The warm-up could be related to sports, like warming up before a baseball game or track race. Or it could be about a computer warming up, the weather warming up, or even a relationship warming up.
    I hope everyone is warmed up for some major poeming in April

    Every Day I Turn on My Computer

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    Every day I turn
    On my computer
    And pray

    That everything will work right
    Usually, I encounter numerous errors
    Non-response errors

    Spinning blue balls
    Computer thinking
    How can I mess
    With my master’a head errors

    Refusing
    To open documents
    Mysterious haiku-like error messages
    2hat makes sense only to computer geeks
    From the planet Mrs8

    Saying the file is open
    And blocked for use
    By the administrator

    But I am the
    Damn administrator!
    And I did not block the document

    Or can’t open the document
    Due to a dialogue box
    Close the dialogue box
    To proceed

    But there is no dialogue box
    Just more lies
    From my computer

    Designed to drive me
    Quite mad

    So sad
    So bad

    Want to shoot my computer
    Put it out of its mystery

    Joining the other five dead
    Computers in my house

    Am I a computer serial killer?
    Perhaps that is why
    Do they refuse to work for me?
    Are they afraid of me?

    Sometimes they say
    They can’t find the document
    Which just kicked me out of
    Five minutes ago

    Or the computer says
    It can’t save a document
    With the name of an open document

    But I just saved the open document
    Under the same name
    Five minutes ago

    The latest trick
    the change case function
    is now working
    on a random basis
    some times it takes ten tries
    before it will work
    or not

    Usually
    After half an hour
    These errors recede
    But I often have to reboot

    The computer
    Giving it the old kick up the head
    Of a stubborn mule treatment

    Before it gets to the point
    And gets to work

    To give Microsoft some credit
    These errors are less frequent
    Down to 40% of the time

    When I first open a document
    Down from 90% error rates
    Success in a way

    I complained to Microsoft
    Sent them a nice frown message
    But I would be shocked
    If they ever respond

    Just not something
    That they would do

    Part of their “superior”

    Listen to their customer
    Customer Friendly service
    No doubt

    Friday, April 2

    For posting

    “Poetry Superhighway Prompt” Prompt

    Pick an object where you live and write a poem in the voice of that object describing how they spent this last year, during the pandemic.  Think about “what I did last summer” type of essays you may have written in school.  How did the events of the past year impact this object?  Are there any aspects of the past year that the object particularly liked or disliked, and if so why?  What does the object think about you, and your behavior over the past year?  Feel free to use humor.

    Coffee Pot Blues

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    need more coffee

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    The coffee pot sighed
    He was getting so tired
    Of the whole Covid thing

    Every morning his master
    Would make himself two cups of coffee
    Using him to make the coffee

    The worst thing
    About this covid thing
    It keeps them home
    For almost one and half years

    He wanted them to just leave
    So, he could have
    Some peace

    And not have to work
    Every damn day
    As their mechanical slave

    But did they ask for his opinion
    They most certainly not
    Much to his dismay

     

    (click here to check out all the 2021 April prompts.)

    For today’s prompt, write an introductory poem. Introduce yourself, introduce a friend, or introduce a stranger. If you don’t wish to introduce yourself, consider writing a persona poem (a poem in which you write from someone else’s point of view like Emily Dickinson or a bumblebee). Of course, you could also introduce a problem, solution, or just a situation. Have fun with it!

    Who Is Jake Cosmos Aller?

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    Who is Jake Cosmos Aller?

    You asked me
    Who am I?
    And thanks for asking me

    I am Jake Cosmos Aller
    The only one
    65 years old

    Retired from the government service
    Living in Korea
    Grew up in Berkeley, California
    Lived all over the world
    Did so many things
    And now I am a published writer

    But what is more important
    Is this
    When I was a young man
    I met and married
    the girl of my dreams

    She walked out of my dreams
    Into my life almost 40 years ago

    That was the date
    I met my fate

    And started my life
    With the love of my life
    Who became my wife?

    In the end
    That is all that matters
    My friends.

    Folly in Rhyme (some kind of folly in some kind of rhyme, subtle or overt)

    Good Golly, Miss Molly

    Good golly,
    Miss molly
    What a bit of folly

    Let’s be jolly
    Have a red-hot tamale

    “NaPoWrMo” Prompt

    And without further ado, our daily prompt (optional, as always)! Sometimes, writing poetry is a matter of getting outside of your head, and learning to see the world in a new way. To an extent, you have to “derange” yourself – make the world strange and see it as a stranger might. To help you do that, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem inspired by this animated version of “seductive fantasy” by Sun Ra and his Orchestra. If you don’t feel after watching it a little bit like the top of your head’s been taken off, and your thoughts are given a good stir – well, maybe you are already living in a state of heightened poetic awareness!

    Sam Adams Woke Up Dead

    He had met a strange man
    In a strange bar, in a strange land

    The man told him
    Beware, today is the date
    You will meet your fate

    Sam Adams drank too much
    Twenty drinks too sober
    Drank until he died

    Found himself in a huge room
    With hundreds of people milling about
    The hangover from h … pounding his head

    Sam Adams groans,
    Shouting out

    Where am I?
    “In limbo, my friend, in limbo”

    Growled, Mr. GR, the grim reaper
    Dressed in a sharp, expensive, tailored black suit
    Wearing cool sunglasses

    State your name

    Sam Adams

    Hmm

    My Dude, my man, bro
    Good news for you
    Not for me

    There may be a mistake
    But what the hey,
    The records are never fake

    Not yet the date
    For you to meet your fate
    Go back to your mate

    He found himself
    Home with his wife
    The love of his long life

    Wondering until late
    If it had happened?
    What was his fate?

    He asked her
    Did I go out last night?
    What, no you’ve been here

    He explained what had happened
    She said it was just a bad dream
    Covid fears had kept them home

    The phone rang
    It was the man from the bar
    Did you have an interesting night?

    Oh well, Mr. GR comes for us all
    Soon you will meet your fate
    But not on this date

    Hey lets go out
    For a drink again

    Sam Adams demured
    Did not trust
    His new drinking buddy

    The White Rabbit Beckons Sam Adams – “NaPoWrMo Prompt”

    One morning
    After a night of drinking
    And drug binging

    Sam Adams woke up
    Went for a walk

    To clear his pounding head
    He saw a white rabbit

    Who said to Sam

    ” Join me Good, Sir
    And we will go

    On a journey
    Of your life

    Follow me down
    The rabbit holes
    Of life

    Take this first he said
    It will cure your hangover
    And allow you to enter

    An alternative reality”
    Sam took the pill
    Washed it down
    With a beer

    And disappeared
    Into wonderland

    Never to be seen again

     

    Saturday, April 2, 2021

    ‘Writer’s Digest Prompt” to write a “Communication” Poem

    Modern Communication

    In this day of social distancing
    We all have thousands
    Of virtual friends
    Facebook friends, social media fans
    Zoom buddies and the like

    But few people
    Have real old-fashioned friends

    And in the new social distancing world
    Meeting people the old-fashioned way

    Is becoming rarer and rarer
    As people develop their virtual friends

    Real live friends are fewer and fewer
    We are so hyper-connected

    Yet many people are so alone
    In their hearts

    Starting at their smartphones
    Connecting but not connecting

    “Writing com Dew Drop Inn” Prompt, Surprise/haiku

    Cats they offer us
    Plenty of things to ponder
    We post videos

    “NaPoWrMo” prompt cross-post writer digest April 4th!

    Personal universe deck
    (Michael McClure)

    Your universe exemplified in 100 words.

    Rules:

    These words are to exemplify your past, present, and (ideally) your future.
    The words must sound good together, even beautiful, to you.
    Your good side and bad side must be reflected.
    You can make up a word or two if you have feelings that current words can’t express.

    Use concrete words.
    Words should be root words, no words ending in “ing,” “ly” or “yes.” No plural words. Reduce words to their most concrete, original, basic grammatical structure.

    Use specific words, not categories. Beef instead of meat. Lily instead of the flower.
    Divide 80 of the 100 words evenly among sight, sound, taste, touch, and smell, sixteen each. (to achieve derangement of the senses, of which Rimbaud spoke.)

    Use free association to determine the words.

    Use ten words of movement. Again, no “ing” words.
    Elect the words in isolation, preferably alone, with no distractions, in candlelight. Approximate a meditative state. Even the cat must not bother you.

    One or two words will be parts of the body. It does not have to be your body. It can be the body of a mother or lover.

    Include some words for personal heroes or sheroes, places in the universe, invented words, times of night or day, symbolic signs like astrological signs, totemic animals, birds, and plants, and only one abstraction. What is the most significant abstraction in your life? You should not brood on it; you should possibly take the first answer that comes into your head. Patriotism, prayer, and thriftiness are three examples.

    If the deck is done correctly, you will get a little high from it.
    Get at least 50 three-by-five index cards.

    Write each word in big letters on one side of each card. Each side of each of the fifty cards should end up with a word.
    Use the cards to play games, make conversations, tell jokes, make poems.

    Comment:  100 words were too much to deal with, so I chose 50 words.  I did not have index cards, so I did it on my computer.  Here is my result.  It was an interesting project.  End Comment

    Sight

    Light
    Dark

    Dim
    Bright

    Sun
    Moon

    Red
    Blue

    Sounds

    Loud
    Soft

    Shout

    Whispers

    Talk

    Noise

    Ring

    Yell

    Taste

    Sweet

    Sour

    Bitter

    Medicine

    Coffee
    Tea

    Beef
    Chicken

    Smell

    Fragrance
    Rose

    Lavender
    Pepermint

    Garlic
    Butter

    Eggs
    Fish

    Movement

    Run
    Walk

    Stretch

    Yoga

    Stand

    Sit

    Fly
    Swim

    Heroes

    Superman

    Places in the cosmos

    Mars

    Invented word

    Scumbagary

    Totemic animals

    Wolf

    Astrological sign

    Scorpio

    Time of day
    dawn

    Bird

    Parakeet

    Plant

    Peppermint

    Abstract word

    Love

    Superman on Mars Poem

    Superman one day
    In the early dawn
    Dismayed by the scumbagery

    Of the people of the earth
    Decided to fly to mars

    He took with him
    Super wolf
    and super parakeet
    His pets from krypton

    It was his birthday
    He was a Scorpio

    He set up camp
    Drank peppermint tea
    And contemplated

    The power of love
    Thinking of Lois lane
    And the humans
    He had learned to love

    Cat People Cross-post Weather Poem “Writing Com Dew Drop Inn” April 4th prompt

    evil cat
    evil cat

    The cat people
    Go out in bad weather
    To make sure

    That the wild cats
    Are fed and taken care of

    The cats respond
    With love and affection
    Stepping out of the cold rain

    April 3, 2021: “Poetry Superhighway Prompt”/Pensively Prompt Use Homophone words

    Write a mirror/selfie poem. See “mirror” by Sylvia Plath.

    Our homophones this week are:
    Err -to make a mistake
    Heir – one who will inherit
    and
    Base – the bottom support for anything
    Bass – the lowest musical pitch or range

    In my life
    I have many a number
    Of errors

    I was heir
    To a rich family tradition
    Prominent father

    A unique one of a kind mother
    The biggest error I made
    Was to not get into politics

    I had a base of sorts
    In Berkeley, my hometown
    I never did

    The other error
    Was that I never could sing
    Carry a tune

    I was a bass singer
    Growling “Howling Wolf”
    Kind of voice

    But “Oberlin Conservatory”
    Had a requirement

    That all musicians
    Could sing and keep
    A tune

    Because I made an error
    In that simple task
    I failed my first year
    Of college

    Our daily optional prompt. Poetry often takes us to strange places – to feelings and actions that are hard to express except through the medium of a poem. To the “liminal,” in other words – a place or sensation that exists at or on both sides of a boundary or threshold, neither one thing nor the other, but something betwixt and between.

    In honor of the always-becoming nature of poetry, I challenge you today to select a photograph from the perpetually disconcerting @spaceliminalbot and write a poem inspired by one of these odd, in-transition spaces. ll you pick the empty mall food court? The vending machine near the back entrance to the high school gym? The swimming pool at what seems to be M.Sc. Escher’s alpine retreat? No matter what neglected or eerie space you choose, I hope its oddness tugs at the place in your mind and heart where poems are made.

    Little Houses on The Hill-Side

    Little houses

    On the hill-side
    Filled with lonely people
    Lost in their virtual world
    Connecting with millions
    Of virtual friends around the world
    Ignoring the people
    Right down the street
    Everyone lost in cyberspace
    While all around them
    People are lonely, hurting
    And need real people
    But no one cares
    Everyone stays at home
    Turning out the chaos outside

    April 4

    “NaPoWrMo” prompt prompt

    And now, for today’s (optional) prompt. In the world of well-known poems, maybe there’s no gem quite so hoary as Robert frost’s “the road not taken.” Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem about your road not taken – about a choice of yours that has “made all the difference,” and what might have happened had you made a different choice.

    Falling in Love with My Deam Woman

    When I was a young man
    I dreamt of meeting a woman
    For eight years she haunted my dreams
    Then I met her in Korea
    Where I was teaching
    For the U.S. Army
    After finishing the peace corps
    I had a choice
    Follow my heart
    Seize the moment
    Be with her
    Or leave Korea
    Within a month
    To go to graduate school

    I decided to postpone
    My graduate school
    For one year
    Got a deferred admission

    And joined the woman
    Of my dreams
    Thinking back

    I had no real choice
    But to choose to walk
    The path of life

    With my dream girl
    And that has made

    All the difference
    In the world

    “Writer’s Digest”

    For today’s prompt, I want you to answer the question, “what does the future hold?” then, make your answer the title of your poem and write your poem. Your answer could a general idea about the future like “robots will rule the world” or more personal things like “veggie pizza and sweet tea.” even if it’s not in your title, I’m hopeful the future holds a lot more poeming.

    The future is here

    They say we live in an sf world
    Everyday sf stories become real
    Ai proliferating

    Robots cooks, robot workers,
    Soon robot maids, robot drivers
    Yet our politics

    Fighting the battles
    Of the past

    With the challenges
    Of the future
    Overwhelming us all

    Where it ends
    My friends are anyone guess
    All I have is questions

    Will the promise
    Of technological marvels
    Benefiting us all come to the past

    Or will it lead to a world
    Where the powerful
    Control the technology

    Will a real ai be a god-like figure
    Will humanity become nothing

    But slaves to the ai supermini
    That may be the future

    Coming at us
    The future is here

    I don’t know
    Whether to fear
    The future or embrace it

    April 5

    “Poetry Superhighway Prompt” Imagine you have made your life in another country. What excited you most? Which aspect of that new life was the most difficult to conquer?

    Life as A Retired Ex-Pat in Korea

    korean dinner
    korean dinner

     

     

     

     

    Korea has become a second home

    For me
    I have in-laws
    And some old friends
    It is a tough place
    For foreigners
    I will always be an outsider
    The language is hard
    I still struggle daily

    But it is an interesting dynamic place
    The food is mostly outstanding
    And I am now addicted to k drama
    And my daily kimchi fix

    There were a lot of things to do
    Before the covid nightmare
    Let to a partial shut down

    in the end, I feel safer here
    Than in the gun-crazed,
    At times violent
    Covid pandemic
    Spreading America
    I still love in my heart,

    But for now
    I am here
    In my second home

    April 6th

     “Pensively Prompt ‘cross-post PSH prompt

     

    They say smell triggers memories better than any other sense. But sometimes you’ll hear a song that brings you back to your teenage years or see a park that reminds you of your childhood.

    THIS WEEK’S CHALLENGE: Choose either sight, sound, or smell, and write a memory it triggers in you.

     

    Driving the World in My Lexus

    We have had a Lexus
    For several years
    A black ES350

    We bought it at an auction
    Drove all over the world
    In that car

    With my lovely wife
    By my side

    Drove across Spain
    Drove across the country
    10 thousand miles

    31 states
    Drove around Korea

    Where we now live
    I love my Lexus

    But more importantly
    Love my wife
    The love of my life
    She is always there
    Everywhere we go
    In this wide world

     

    The First Time I Saw Her “Writers Digest”

    Happy Monday! Let’s put the pedal to the metal and keep poeming.

    (click here to check out all the 2021 April prompts.)

    For today’s prompt, take the phrase “the first (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 include: “the first kiss,” “the first day of the month,” and/or “the first time I rode a bike” (which, by the way, ended with me in a fence because we didn’t cover how to brake).

    The First Time I Saw Her

    When did I first see my wife?
    The love of my life

    When did we meet?
    Was it when I first dreamt?
    Of her in 1974?

    Was it when she walked
    Off a bus into my life
    In 1982?

    Does it matter
    When I first saw her?

    I knew I had met my fate
    On that date
    Later she became my mate

     “NaPoWrMo” prompt alone

    This prompt challenges you to find a poem, and then write a new poem that has the shape of the original, and in which every line starts with the first letter of the corresponding line in the original poem. If I used Roethke’s poem as my model, for example, the first line would start with “I,” the second line with “w,” and the third line with “a.” And I would try to make all my lines neither super-short nor overlong but have about ten syllables. I would also have my poem take the form of four, seven-line stanzas. I have found this prompt particularly inspiring when I use a base poem that mixes long and short lines, or stanzas of different lengths. Any poem will do as a jumping-off point, but if you’re having trouble finding one, perhaps you might consider Mary’s stylist’s “we think we do not have medieval eyes” or for something shorter, Natalie Shapiro’s “Pennsylvania.”

    No Longer Alone from the First Moment

    From the first moment
    At that date

    At that place
    Met my fate

    Fate intervened in my wife
    Meeting her changed my life
    All of it

    That was the date
    On which I met my fate
    The mystery which binds me still—
    From that moment forward
    From that date forever

    From then to now
    We have been together
    Onward we fall in love

    Alone based on Edgar Allen Poe’s Alone

     

    From childhood’s hour, I have not been
    As others were—I have not seen
    As others saw—I could not bring
    My passions from a common spring—
    From the same source, I have not taken
    My sorrow—I could not awaken
    My heart to joy at the same tone—
    And all I loved—I loved alone—
    Then—in my childhood—in the dawn
    Of a most stormy life—was drawn
    From every depth of good and ill
    The mystery which binds me still—
    From the torrent, or the fountain—
    From the red cliff of the mountain—
    From the sun that ‘round me roll’s
    In its autumn tint of gold—
    From the lightning in the sky
    As it passed me flying by—
    From the thunder, and the storm—
    And the cloud that took the form
    (When the rest of Heaven was blue)
    Of a demon in my view—

    Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/alone-by-edgar-allan-poe

     

    “Writing com Dew Drop-In” “- April 5—Potential Mistake

     

    There have been many times
    In my life
    When I think back
    On the past
    Thinking that was a mistake
    Or a potential mistake
    If I had gone another path
    But in the end
    It does matter
    The past is the past
    The future is not yet here
    All we have is today
    We should find
    Love and happiness
    It is all around us
    Waiting for us
    To discover

    April 6th Command or Challenge “Writing com Dew Drop in Prompt

    Challenges of Being Me

    I have had many challenges
    In my life
    It is not easy being me

    For you see
    I am a rather unique person
    I see things my way
    And well the challenge

    This has always been
    How to navigate my way
    Through the world

    Keeping to my unique vision
    Of the way, things ought to be

    The One Thing I Would Never Change Writer Digest Change, Don’t Change Poem Prompt

    If I could go back in time
    And change the past
    Knowing what I know now
    There are many things I would change

    But there is one thing I would not have changed
    Being in Korea in September 1982
    When I met my wife
    For you see
    I had been dreaming
    Of meeting her
    Since that fateful day
    I first fell in love
    With her in my dreams
    In 1974
    So, I had a date
    With fate
    When she came to me
    And became my mate

    The Poetry of the visa Line   Poetry Superhighway Prompt

    “Use poetry to merge creativity and content.” – Kenny White.
    This year, I have seen examples where data science, C++ programming language have been expressed in poetry. Which area of your expertise could you express in poetry?
    Examples –
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GLv624w1U14
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zx_Tjp9WIII&t=470s

    Poems from the Visa Line

    I worked for many years
    As a diplomat
    All over the world
    I roamed
    Representing the U.S.G
    Along the way

    It inspired some poetry
    Some published
    Some not

    Being a visa officer
    Was always something
    That was soul-draining

    So difficult
    That it would be hard
    To see the beauty
    In it

    But I found moments
    In which I saw
    Some poetic gems

    After all, I spent hours
    Every day
    Listening to hundreds
    Of stories

    Some of the truth
    Some of them not

    Most were quite interesting
    But I had two minutes
    To decide and move on

    Now that I am retired
    Perhaps I will write
    Some more poetry
    From the visa line

    To be Contiuned in Part Two Poems for April 6 to April 10th

  • seven day challenge

    seven day challenge

    Writing Practice 7 Day Challenge

    Poetryezine Publishes Cats

    It’s time to get started with the 7-day writing challenge! We’re so excited to be writing with you!

    To help you stay strong and finish your word count each day during the challenge, we’ll send you an email with three sections.

    The first section is really short. It will just have a link to the day’s form where you can let us know how many words you wrote that day. This will help us keep track of how you’re doing on the challenge, and by the end we’ll be able to let you know how you did. Each day’s form is unique, though, so don’t submit your word count on an old form. Here’s what this section of the email will look like:

    Once you finish your daily word count for today, you can enter it here:

    Click to enter your daily word count for DAY 1.

    In the second section, we’ll have a short writing lesson to help you focus and stay encouraged for your writing that day. Here’s what that will look like:

    “Being a good writer is 3% talent,
    97% not being distracted by the Internet.”
    —Anonymous

    Becoming a good writer is hard. It’s not easy to figure out how to write a plot with the perfect twist, characters so vivid they could walk off the page, dialogue with ironclad believability, all with a voice that captures readers and keeps them coming back for more.

    Maybe you have days when you think of all you’ve written and wonder whether it’s all doomed for the trash pile. Days when you question whether writing such drivel is worth it, or whether you should just throw in the towel now.

    Here’s the thing, though: the key to becoming a good writer is to write.

     

    Wishing you were better won’t cut it. Neither will waiting until some future time when you hope you will be.

     

    That’s why we’re here. That’s why we’re doing this challenge. To take one week where we intentionally choose to focus. When was the last time you focused on your writing for seven days?

     

    So close Facebook, Twitter, and all those other pesky internet distractions. Shut the door so you can’t hear the TV blaring in the other room, or the clanking of pots and pans.

    Sit down.

    And just write.

    The last section will be a practice section, just like we have on thewritepractice.com. This will be a short and simple exercise or focus for your writing for that day. Here’s what that will look like:

    Practice: It’s pretty simple: Butt in seat. Distractions blocked. Write.

    That’s it! So go get writing and we’ll see you in your inbox tomorrow!

    Happy writing!
    Joe

     

    P.S. Don’t forget to enter your word count for DAY 1 here. Then, if you want to start giving and receiving excellent feedback so you can get more out of your 7 Day Creative Writing Challenge, make sure you join a writing community like The Write Practice Pro. Learn more about the benefits of Pro membership here!

    Flash Fiction Day One Seven Day 1,000-word story contest 1600 words

    The Human Zoo

    Human Zoo

    Word count 1,691

    Flash Fiction Day One Seven Day 1,000-word story contest

    The town of Silver Spring Wyoming is now a ghost town. Something happened to the town 100 and 50 years ago in 1880 and no one really knows what happened there was a dispatch sent by a visiting journalist who wrote that the town has been taken over by men in black suits who had started executing everybody in town using a ray gun of some sort. The dispatch ended apparently with the death of the writer.

    A couple hours after the town residents had been killed visitors came to the town and found that everybody had been buried in a mass grave in the middle of the town and they were all burned to death. The only person left alive was the town drunk who told a strange tale about strange creatures coming down from the Sky in a big ship with Ray guns and shooting everybody.  He said a couple people had entered the ship and disappear that afternoon.

    One Saturday afternoon, men dressed in black suits and speaking English with a strange accent came into town. They went to the bar and said that they were journalists from a European newspaper and they wanted to interview everybody in town for a story they were writing about Wyoming. They would pay everybody for their time and buy them a drink so over the course of the afternoon the men in black interviewed all 500 residents of the town

    Around 7:00 PM a big black ship appeared in the sky above the town and two people were taken aboard the ship the Reverend Henderson, and Judy the town’s school teacher.  Everyone else in town is lined up in front of the city hall.  The residents had been instructed to dig a large pit and the ship flew away leaving Sam the town drunk as the only witness to the massacre as the ship fired ray guns killing everyone and throwing them into the mass grave which was then filled up.

    .

    Robert Henderson and Judy found themselves naked with strangers from around the world in a large cave cage. There were strange creatures outside looking at them they were just beginning to try to find out who the other strangers were when on the screen in front of them pornographic images appeared. Men dressed in black uniforms came in and poked them and told them start having sex then of course that man and woman grabbed each other and followed their instructions

    Afterwards, they sat around and trying to figure out what happened to them Henderson started out by saying

    “look why don’t we first start out by asking each other what your name. where you’re from and what you remember before getting here.  I will start,  my name is Reverend Henderson and this is Judy Small the local school teacher in our town in Wyoming in the United States of America, the date is June 19, 1870, so please tell us your name where you’re from and what year it is where you are from. They went around the room. There were ten other people in the room 5 women five men all between these ages of 20 and 40 all naked from 10 different countries including Russia 1890, China 1990, Japan 1946, Korea 1975, Mexico 2020, Saudi Arabia 2020, Israel 1975, UK 1960, India 1875 and Thailand 1890.

    Mr Henderson then said

    It seems to me that we have been abducted by aliens and we are in a zoo and that the only requirements our jailers have put us is that we have to have sex when they tell us to.  I think that a big mistake has been made and I think we can rectify it. If they refuse to send us back, I think we can negotiate a contract with them as performers they will pay us for our time, they will provide us furniture, a private shower and backroom, a kitchen and food for us to cook, clothing and provide us with coffee tea whiskey wine beer or provide us with the raw materials and let us homebrew

    We will work on a farm that they will provide us to grow our own food as well provide us dogs and cats as pets. They will allow us to walk around the zoo into the other compounds freely. We will continue to perform sex as demanded but we got to choose the partners that we wish to have sex with an they will have to pay us a salary and allow us to go into town once in a while to buy provisions and get out of the zoo. Are we all in agreement?

    Mr. Henderson went to the door and banged on it until finally one of their jailers came to the door and Mr. Henderson said he wanted to talk to whoever was in charge about their situation. A man dressed in black appeared in their room and asked them well what’s this about?

    Mr. Henderson said it seems that you have abducted us and put us into a zoo by mistake. You are requiring us to perform for you but we not going to perform for you unless we have a contract and you provide us a monetary salary, furniture,  private bathroom and shower facilities,. Laptops with access to Google, Netflix Amazon, CNN, MSNBC, FOX, BBC, Mexican, Korean, Japanese, Chinese, and Arabic TV networks, Kindles with the reading materials of our choice, a kitchen for food for us to cook a garden for us to grow, a fishing pound for us to fish, whisky coffee tea wine and beer for us to drink or raw materials for us to self brew. We will be given access to go into the nearby town to walk around and get out of the zoo, have a meal in a restaurant .

    In terms of our performances or performances, it would our daily routines and our sexual interactions but we will decide who and what we have who we want to have sex with.  Oh and turn out the lights and drone cameras after ten pm.

    The man in the black suit  said,

    “That is fine, but we cannot agree to the private bathrooms in showers add we will assign each night your sexual partners and we will require you to perform sexual activities on camera as part of our zoo experience so get over it, and that activity will involve homosexual contact, but we will only require it once a day from 9:00 PM till 10:00 PM at 10:00 PM . We will turn off the lights and not film you after 10 pm until 6 am.  You will be required to wake up at 6:00 AM and do your normal activities throughout the day each of you also is required to work four hours per day in the human cafeteria that is part of the exhibit where we will be serving earth food and beverages to our customers two of you will work in the kitchen and two, we will work as wait staff so our customers will have a chance to interact with human beings.   The rest of you will spend four to six hours working in the garden, the farm, the distillery, etc, but the rest of the time is yours.

    You will be able to walk about the rest of the zoo compound freely except of course entering the predator species cages.  We did go back in time, so we have dinosaurs, saber tooth tigers, wooly mammoths, and other extinct species and species from over 100 different worlds in our zoological compound.   We do have a few other intelligent species living here under conditions like yourselves,  Once a week you will be given passes to go into town, but you must be back by nightfall as we will not pay for your lodgings.  Each of you will have an implant put in that will contain your financial, biological, and health information that all citizens of the federation must wear. It also contains your employment records, your political activity rating, and your social status.  A few other humans are living in our world serving as advisors to the foreign ministry on all things related to earth.  They will be coming by to talk with you all from time to time.

    our customers are from around the Galaxy. You, humans, are fascinating creatures to us that is why we kidnapped you here, the people in your communities were all killed to prevent knowledge of our existence from leaking out.

    however, for the good of the galaxy, your species is under quarantine as we have determined that your species is clinically insane and too violent a species to be allowed to join the rest of the federation.  We will be monitoring your societies from afar and we will be monitoring you as well.  We took from earth copies of everything that your world has ever published and that is part of the library of the federation which you will have access to as well.

    ss to your US in America and networks etc is costly but we were throwing them for free we will also throw in for free access to the collective networks and Internet services

    We will require you just to study galactic languages each day for one hour per day in an online platform that is pretty much oh and we will allow you to make your beer wine whiskey and that would be sold too at the human café.

    that is all have a good life.  And so life in the human zoo began for the inhabitants of the late planet earth.

    Daily Poems

    Vietnamese Street Scenes Found Poem based on internet musings of William Walton

    I  have recently acquired
    The habit of eating breakfast
    On Phan Chu Trinh street
    In Vuna Tau

    That habit acquired more out of necessity
    Than choice
    Due to an abrupt
    and not wholly unwelcomed
    Change in my relationship status

    My local female friend
    ceased to share a domicile
    I was forced to move elsewhere

    I moved from the alleys
    of Pham hona trau
    on one side of town
    To phan chu Trinh
    on the other side of town

    an area populated by many foreign residents
    otherwise known as ex-pats
    on this street

    at a certain hour in the morning
    until noon or so

    a vendor sells freshly made hard-boiled eggs
    peeled, and fresh Vietnamese ice coffee
    I order as is my habit two of each

    There is an assortment of foreign nationals
    Some of whom have Vietnamese wives

    A few of these individuals are French
    One is Belgium, two are fellow Americans
    And several are Australians

    One of my better friends is Jorma
    From Finland
    He is 68 years of age

    Most of them are my age
    And are retired like I am

    We usually converse over coffee
    In the morning

    The other day we talked about
    Russian-Finish war of in 1940
    And watched an interview
    With a former bodyguard of Stalin

    We talked about the tone poem
    Composed by the French composer Sibelius
    Entitled the Swan of Tunoel

    Jorma told me the title referred
    To an old Finish myth
    About a swan that carries the soul
    Of the deceased across a river
    Into the afterlife

    Like Charon
    Who carried the deceased
    Across the Hades river in Hell

    I met a man from Iceland
    Born in 1941
    He is married to a Vietnamese woman

    Over coffee, we talked
    about the Icelandic language
    And old Norse
    And its connections to ancient Anglo-Saxon
    Hence to early modern English

    Being a polyglot
    Speaking Spanish, Korean, Vietnamese
    German and some Chinese

    I was fascinated by the conversation
    And now I know a few words
    Of Icelandic

    Anyway, we had a fascinating conversation
    This unanticipated encounter occurred
    After two hours of aqua running
    and before a weightlifting session

    In many ways living in phan hu trinh street
    Is an improvement
    Over that of Pham hona trau

    More opportunities to socialize
    More foreign nationals
    Less cramped
    And better fengshui

    The location of Phan hu trinh street
    Is a lucky one
    Wedged between a mountain

    And the deep blue sea
    The street is comforted
    by the evening ocean breezes

    My studio apartment here is a big improvement
    I tried my best to maintain a good relationship
    With my ex

    But the end of the affair
    Has led to many new possibilities
    And many new romantic pursuits
    Yet to come

    The feather on the grave

     

     

    A bald eagle
    Flies over the mass graves
    Of the corona ghosts

    Leaving behind a feather
    In tribute to the dead

     The corona ghosts demand to be heard

    President Trump
    Your 11 am is here

    Tell me again who is he and what does he want
    Hmm he is Joseph Smith and says that he wants
    To give you 5 million dollars to your PAC

    Mr. Smith is ushered in.

    He says
    Mr. president I represent 310,00 Americans
    an exclusive group
    And we have a message for you

    Who do you represent again?

    The 310,000 thousand corona ghosts
    And our message for you is this

    General Corona is coming for you
    Today is your last day
    As you will have a relapse

    It does happen
    from time to time
    And since you had refused
    to take the vaccine
    You are still vulnerable

    Welcome to hell my friend
    Welcome to Corona hell

     

    Day two Flash Fiction

    Congressman Jake Lee

    Jake Lee retired from the US government, returns to the Bay Area at age 65. He and his wife buy a condo downtown Berkeley. Jake soon get involved in various causes and am soon a practiced demonstrator and show up everywhere much to his wife’s Angela’s amusement. He is arrested a number of times and his expose on how protestors are treated by the criminal justice system generates tremendous outrage.
    Jake’s writes a daily blog on my various causes called Cosmos’s Corner. And he publishes to great acclaim his novel, “the Great Divorce.” His novel is praised by the right and the left as a prophectic vision of the future. In his novel, a charismatic preacher unites the Christian right in a self-declared crusade. They demand a constitutional convention to declare the formation of the Christian States of America. They also set up a shadow government called the committee that did not exist that brought together Christian leaders, business CEO’s, top military officials, top government officials, top media figures who are united by a desire to set up a new government that would respect traditional Christian values, including enacting a national morality act that would criminalize drug use, alcohol, gambling, prostitution, pornography, abortion except to save the life of the mother, same sex marriage, recogniction of transgendered rights including banning the procedure in the U.S., and a radical downsizing of the U.S. government. Marriage would be recognized as the union of one man and one woman who were born male and female who desire to raise a family. Couples who do not to want to raise children or adopt children would not be allowed to get married. Co-habitation without marriage would be illegal. Hotels, apartments would be allowed to discriminate and refuse to rent to co-habiting people or to gays and lesbians. Discrimination against LGBT would be legal, including firing people who are LGBT and banning their service in positions which require a national security clearance. Only Christians who do not drink, do drugs, or use pornography would be given clearances.
    And withdrawing from most international organizations including kicking out the UN. They would also rename the United States the Christian States of America via holding a Constitutional convention. The new constitution Constitution 2.0 would implicitly recognize the U.S. as a Christian homeland, establishing the Christian faith as the official faith of the United States, requiring non-Christians to register, banning immigration of non-Christians and deportation of non-Christians who are illegal aliens. They would also ban birthright citizenship requiring that at least one of the biological parents be an U.S. citizen at the birth of the child.
    The novel hits a raw nerve. The right adopts it as a clarion call for a second civil war, the left also adopts it as a call for the West Coast, and the East Coast to succeed. In the novel, ultimately after a short but brutal civil war, the West Coast declares themselves independent with a new capitol in SF. California is split into five new states, – SF, LA, San Joaquin Valley, North Coast, and Eastern California east of the mountains. They join Western Washington, Western Oregon, British Colombia, Arizona, Nevada and Colorado in the new Federation. The east coast declares independence as well with the capitol in NYC and uniting Canada, and the Great Lakes including Chicago. Illinois is split into two states downstate and Chicagoland. Texas, New Mexico, Oklaholma. and Northern Mexico forms the Texas Republic. Florida declares itself to be the Capital of the Caribbean, and Utah joins Idaho in forming the Desert Republic.

    After publishing his latest episode, he runs for Congress and am elected at age 67! He runs on the slogan, an update of the Superman theme – “Fighting for Truth, Justice and the American Way!” His team wars superman shirts and slogans. Jake is tireless campaigner going door to door throughout the district and meeting with any group that is willing to meet with him. He also hosts parties at his house bringing together activists from across the district.
    And he soon become the thorn in the side of the Federal Government as he continues his crusade to point out injustice wherever he sees it. He publishes a daily outrage of the day pointing out corruption, incompetence, and malfeasance throughout the Federal government and local governments alike. His daily outrage goes viral.

    And he becomes famous for his witty “Jakecisms “

    He has a standard apology for when his comments touch a raw nerve.

    “ I am sorry that some people took offense at my comments. I did not mean to offend anyone, but if the truth hurts that is too bad.”

    He and his wife becomes famous for their get togethers at their Capitol Hill house and becomes a top destination for upcoming politicos and journalists alike. During these salon meetings all sorts of deals are made uniting the left wing of the democratic party and he is soon seen as the leader of the left wing populist wing of the democratic party.

    He is loved in his district and hated across the country, called by conservatives the “Most Dangerous Man in America” which he uses as a catch phrase for my campaigns. And his universal nickname is “Super Jake” referring to his endless energy, and enthusiasm.

    He serves ten years in congress and finally retire at age 77 when he runs for Governor on a pro-Californian Independence ticket as his prophetic novel on the “Great Divorce” begins to take shape. Shortly after his election, he declares California independence and joins forces with Washington, Oregon, Nevada, Arizona, Colorado, and British Colombia in forming a new nation, The West Coast Federation.

    And he serves as the first president holding meetings during the second constitutional convention that codifies the Great divorce avoiding a second civil war.

    Day Two Poems

    2020 the annus Horiblus comes to an End

     

    January

    Jan. 22
    “We have it totally under control. It’s one person coming in from China, and we have it under control. It’s going to be just fine.”
    — CNBC interview

    First cases reported
    Cruise ship turned around
    China travel ban

    February

    Feb. 10
    “Looks like by April, you know, in theory, when it gets a little warmer, it miraculously goes away.”
    — New Hampshire rally

    Crisis becomes apparent
    Europe in crisis
    US not far behind
    The President continues to downplay the crisis

    March

    March 28
    “WE WILL WIN THIS WAR. When we achieve this victory, we will emerge stronger and more united than ever before!”
    — Twitter

    National lockdowns begin
    Unemployment craters
    Congress passes inadequate measures

    April

    On untested and dangerous treatments for the coronavirus

    “I see the disinfectant, where it knocks it out in a minute, one minute, and is there a way we can do something like that by injection inside, or almost a cleaning? Because you see it gets in the lungs and it does a tremendous number on the lungs, so it’d be interesting to check that.” Speaking to reporters at the White House on 23 April.

    President discontinues daily COVID crisis task force briefings
    As he makes a fool of himself
    By opening his mouth

    May

    When: Friday, May 29
    The claim: The WHO ignored “credible reports” of the coronavirus’s spread in Wuhan, the Chinese city that first reported the new virus, including those published in TheLancet medical journal in December.
    The truth: The Lancet said it did not publish such reports in December. Its first reports on the virus’s spread in Wuhan were published on January 24.
    The crisis deepens
    Thousands die
    In the first wave

    President and his minions
    Proclaim that by July
    The economy would be roaring back
    Olympics postponed for one year

    June

    When: Wednesday, June 17

    The claim: The pandemic is “fading away. It’s going to fade away.”
    The truth: Trump made this claim ahead of his rally in Tulsa, Oklahoma, when the country was still seeing at least 20,000 new daily cases and a second spike in infections was beginning.

    President resumes his mass spreading rallies
    Hermain Cain becomes the latest Corona ghost

    July

    “Now we have tested almost 40 million people. By so doing, we show cases, 99% of which are totally harmless.” South Lawn speech at the White Houseon 4 July.

    The president continues to insist
    That the US has more cases
    Because the US is testing more
    Total nonsense of course
    But to his lemming like followers
    Makes perfect sense

    August

    When: Thursday, August 27
    The claim: The U.S. has “among the lowest case-fatality rates of any major country anywhere in the world.”

    When: Thursday, August 27
    The claim: Trump “launched the largest national mobilization since World War II” against COVID-19, and America “developed, from scratch, the largest and most advanced testing system in the world.”

    When: Thursday, August 6
    The claim: A coronavirus vaccine could be ready by Election Day.

    The truth: The timeline Trump proposes contradicts health experts’ consensus that early 2021 is likely the soonest a vaccine could be widely available.
    None of these statements are true

    The Republican convention is held
    At the WH
    After Florida and North Carolina refused
    To allow the full scale convention to take place

    Speaker after speaker made wild crazed speeches
    About the dangerous left wing mob rule
    That Biden and Harris would unleash
    As they turn the U.S. into another Venezuela
    Promising the best is yet to come
    As 200 thousand corona ghosts
    Look on

    September

    When: Tuesday, September 29
    The claim: “We’re weeks away from a vaccine,” Trump said at the first debate.
    The truth: Redfield has said a COVID-19 vaccine may not be widely available to the American public until the summer of next year. Two of the three drug companies working on a vaccine have said they hope to have only initial clinical-trial results by the end of this year.
    The corona virus are not yet ready
    The president demands that they release the vaccine now
    Before it was purely tested
    The FDA refuses

    October

    During the final presidential debate between Trump and Democratic candidate Joe Biden, the two spoke about the ongoing pandemic, when Trump said, “It will go away and, as I say, we’re rounding the turn.”
    “We’re rounding the corner. It’s going away,” Trump added.
    As the president declares this
    Thousands lie dying every day

    The October surprise
    Is that the president

    and the first lady
    All come down with COVID

    November

    Even now, the president, eager to claim credit for an imminent vaccine, is reportedly planning to host two dozen indoor Christmas parties that will again flout his own government’s public health advice. Mike Pompeo, the secretary of state, has similar plans, according to the Washington Post.

    The president refuses to concede
    Claiming massive voter fraud
    Files 60 court challenges
    Loses every one of them
    Holds up the transition for two weeks

    December

    Dec 6, 2020President Trump’s lawyer and former New York City mayor Rudy Giuliani, who has been pressing the case that the 2020 election was rife with fraud, has the coronavirus, Trump tweeted on Sunday.

    But the president remains silent
    As the virus runs out of control
    3,000 people a day dying
    Just like 9-11 happening every single day

    And so the year ends
    Thousands dying
    Millions unemployment
    Millions facing homelessness

    But the vaccine is starting to be delivered
    A little too late
    But perhaps the proverbial light
    At the end of a dark tunnel

    Landmark, lost nose

    In a landmark case
    The judge declared
    That my nose
    Had been lost
    Due to a clerical error
    I was doomed
    To live without my nose
    Lost in inner space

    Lonely Corona Christmas

    Around the world
    This Christmas will be unlike
    Another other
    That we have experienced

    With travel proscribed
    People staying low
    Many parties cancelled
    Many people having a virtual
    Christmas celebration

    While the Corona ghosts
    Haunting our holiday celebrations

    The Fire Burns Out of Control

    The Fire burns out of control
    Millions of Tree burning up
    Afterwards
    A Stream of water
    Flies down the mountains
    Seeming to take down everything
    Trimming things in its wake
    As animals Swim in the flood
    People breathing though their open mouths
    Leaning their arms
    Against the dead trees
    Present in the moment
    The world ended

    h2 style=”text-align: center;”>My love Mini-monoverse

    my love
    my dove
    my true love
    my god love
    wearing glove

    my dreams
    my screams
    it seems
    my themes
    it deems

    Day Three

    Day Three flash fiction

    The Khan Take Over the World

    One day the alien overlords arrived without notice.  They took over the world in a whirlwind offensive.  They landed their ships everywhere and took power. They executed millions of people, particularly targeting the leadership class.  The aliens were giant spider-like creatures.  The soldiers were rodent-like creatures that were biped, and incredibly brutal.

    here were essentially four classes of aliens – the overlords who were giant spiders, the mechs who were fighting robots but AI creatures, the skitters who were the worker bees of the aliens, and the human slaves and slaves from other races. All in all, there were about ten different types of aliens living on earth.

    The aliens took over the airways.  The commander of the alien forces spoke to the world.

    My name is commander zero – you will soon be learning how to speak galactic standard but for now, you can call me that.  We are the Khan and are the master race of the galaxy.  You are the tenth planetary system that we have conquered.

    We have a deal to offer you, humans.  First, if you accept that we have taken over the world and agree to follow our rules including learning galactic standards, we will allow you to live.  But if you resist, you will be exterminated.  It is your choice.

    In our world, we do not tolerate dissent, but we also have a system of local representative assemblies that pass laws and approve budgets and provide some oversight, but the Emperor is firmly in charge.   The press is free to report the news but with controls over sensitive data.   Everyone must work.  There is no welfare.  If you do not want to work or have anyone to take care of you, you will be sentenced to a mining colony, or referred to a social cleansing board.

    We will be setting the mining colonies on your moon and in the desert regions of the world.  Anyone who is too disabled to work or too old to work will be exterminated unless their family members are willing to take care of them.  Those people will be referred to a social cleansing board for final status determination.

    We do not recognize religious dogma.  In our experience, there are no Gods in the world.  We will be closing all your religious institutions, all the artwork will be confiscated, the buildings will be converted to other uses.  Priests and nuns will be executed on worldwide TV starting today. We will start with the Pope. We will also destroy your religious monuments and broadcast that as well.  Starting with Rome and Mecca.

    We will take a lot of the artwork from your museums back to our capital city where they will join other artwork in our colonial art museums.  We will also send back animals to the galactic zoo.

    Most of your books will be destroyed.  Only works published in the galactic standard will be permitted.   We will take over your television networks, radio, and computer networks and everything will be broadcasted in the galactic standard.  You will all have one year to learn it. Everyone will have to look galactic standard.  All other languages will be banned after one year.

    Now starting next week everyone will be assigned jobs. Your corporations will be taken over by galactic corporations.  You will all be given salaries in galactic standard credits. Your prior currencies will be abolished.  Your banks will be taken over and people will have their local currencies swapped out with galactic credits so most of you will not lose too much money.  We do not want to destroy the economy but there will be some disruption.

    Most of you will be relocated to the cities.  The countryside will be either farming zones, mining zones, or forestry zones.  Most small towns will be abandoned.  Simply not efficient to have all these small towns.

    Most of you will commute via public transit options.  Private vehicles will be reserved for the elite.

    We will rebuild your electric grid and covert your power to renewable energy sources so global warming will be solved.

    Your farms will grow galactic standard crops and galactic standard livestock although we will grow local fruits and vegetables and we will grow coffee and tea which we will export back home.  And we will export your alcoholic beverages.

    Gambling is illegal.  Pornography is illegal.  Drug use except for prescription drugs is illegal.   Abortion services will be illegal.   Consensual sexual relations will be legal.  But homosexual conduct will be illegal.  Marriages will be recognized as the union between a man and a woman.  What you do in your sex life will be your business except for homosexual conduct.

    Five years later, commander zero gave his annual state of the union speech.  He started by saying

    We have made a lot of progress.  Most of you have adopted but some of you still refuse to accept the fact that we are in charge and some of you are still resisting, and some of you are engaged in terrorism.  That must stop now.

    So, we have an offer to make.   Those of you who refuse to accept the new rules will be offered refugee in Africa.  Africa was supposed to be a mining colony, but they would allow humans to live there if they mined and do other work for the aliens, but the humans would be allowed to govern their affairs. A limited number of humans would be allowed to live in the rest of the world as traders, and businesspeople but subject to the laws of the aliens.

    Many of you will continue to work and some of you will remain slaves. The slaves would be allowed to breed and provide a second generation of slaves.  The aliens would not enslave any other humans provided that the Humans kept their end of the cease-fire and kept themselves to Africa.

    The humans would have 24 hours to decide. If the humans refused, they would release the virus and kill off any remaining wild humans.

    The 2nd Massachusetts militia takes the alien offer and is transported to West Africa. Other flights arrive and there are eventually 50,000 humans left alive in West Africa and perhaps 50,000 human slaves in the alien dominated rest of the world.

    The alien’s airlift supplies and the humans set up farming communities and some go to work in the mines that the aliens set up across Africa.

    But most of Africa reverts to a wilderness.

    Some humans end up serving as hunting guides for aliens who like to travel to the African bush for recreational hunting.

    Some free humans live on in the alien world as traders, businesspeople, and spies and there is a larger slave population.

    The dream that someday humanity would kick the aliens off the world never dies.

    Corona Christmas Morning

    corona
    corona

    On a Corona Christmas day
    In the center of the room of the house
    Lies friends and family now corona ghosts

    Love Magnet

     Ever since I met you
    So many years ago
    Your love was like a magnet
    Drawing me to you

    Making me come to you
    Your body a magnet of love
    Lust and mad passionate desire

     At the Casino of the Damned

    indian casinos

     

     

     

     

    The dice tumbled
    the table leaned forward
    withheld breath.

    Watching the players
    Play at the casino
    Of the damned

    The winner gets a reprieve
    The losers  condemned
    To hell

    The winner rolls 6
    The lucky number
    To avoid the sentence

    Wish We Could Delete Last Year

     Wish we could delete
    Last Year

    Sam Adams Vs. the Social Cleansing Board

    the summons

    Sam Adams was worried. He could not sleep. He got up at 4 am and wrote in his journal and tried to cope with the dread that was overwhelming him. He had received the summons yesterday that he was to report to the social cleansing board for a review on whether he would be allowed to continue to be on the “automatic permit list “ or would be referred for “final status determination.. Sam was a retired Federal worker trying to live on dwindling savings.  Sam had Alzheimer’s and was rapidly depleting his life’s savings. Two years before he had been released from prison, one of the millions of ex-political prisoners. His crime? Authoring anti-government poems just before the beginning of the Christian States of America, right after the second civil war. Unfortunately for him and his millions of ex-prisoners, his side lost the war. He wanted to flee to the United Provinces and settle down in California but lacked the money to move. And getting a job at his age, with Alzheimer’s and his political rating was proving difficult at best.  And he lived all alone after his wife had been deported during the “troubles”. All of which added up to a 90 percent probability his last days were approaching.

    Under the new rules imposed by the Christian Republican party in the newly established Christian states, all citizens over the age of 18 were on the permitted list if they met all of the criteria. He tried to think about why he was being referred to the board. Perhaps it was because of the recent crackdown on social deviancy. Millions of homosexuals, transgender people, atheists, drug users, alcoholics, and non-religious people had been rounded up and eliminated according to the rumors. Perhaps someone had fingered him as a possible deviant. He fit the stereotype, no children, known drug user, known alcohol user, suspect politically, atheist, and now Alzheimer’s patient. And he was not racially pure having some black blood, some Asian blood, and some Jewish blood. And he had married across the racial divide which was now illegal. In the Christian States, one’s racial purity was everything.

    The story was that if you flipped and named names you would sometimes be spared for now, and if your info was correct, you could be rewarded. Of course, those who flipped were not too fortunate, as the State would open a file on them, just to be sure. Someone had flipped on him, that was probably the story, or someone could have heard that he was an ex-political prisoner, or the fact simply that he had Alzheimer’s’. could be sufficient. The Christian State considered the disabled, the elderly, non-whites, gays, and dissidents to be “disposable” marginal people, “useless eaters” that had to be eliminated.

    He had no children. He was not so secret an atheist and had been involved with the dissident movement as a poet and blogger.  He had spent five years as a political prisoner at the start of the Christian Revolution. He was determined to make a stand and denounce the whole rotten system before the board although that would probably seal his fate.

    As an Alzheimer’s patient, he could no longer work. His wife had died the year before while he was in prison after she had been deported to her native Korea. She left him some assets, but he had little idea how to manage his finances and he was behind in his rent and had received an eviction notice which had probably triggered the visit by the “social cleansing staff” who recommend a final status determination. But it was just as likely he was on the list because someone flipped on him. Perhaps his crooked lawyer who he owed money to had turned him in.  Could have been anyone. Everyone was constantly told to be on the lookout and say something if they saw something suspicious.  There were spies everywhere.

    Last time the soldiers came for him at midnight. Always at midnight, Sam thought.  The soldiers came took him away from his wife and locked him up for two years. They deported his wife because she was born in South Korea, and stripped her of her American citizenship.   He was not allowed to say goodbye or contact her.  He heard she had died shortly afterward. He spent two years in hard labor in the desert near Las Vegas and was released into Las Vegas.

    Las Vegas was a different town now that the casinos had left town. All that was left were back-office operations, and underground booze and pot operations, and underground casinos.  It was a hotbed of political dissent and there was an underground railroad to California, which was not part of the Christian states. Sam had been preparing to leave which was a crime and perhaps that is why he was on the list.

    The hearing would be at 10 am. He was meeting his lawyer at the hearing board, but his lawyer was not too optimistic. He told Sam, “it does not look good for you.  You need to be ready. Likely the board will rule against you.”

    the Permit Criteria

    His lawyer went over the basic criteria for being on the automatic permit list:

    For Males

    Age 18 to age 70
    White race
    Married to a white woman with children
    Must be either working, in school full time, serving in military duty, or working in prison if convicted of a crime.
    Homelessness was not allowed. If unemployed and or homeless, would be referred to the social cleansing department unless you had a relative who was willing to take care of your needs. The same thing applied to people with disabilities. Unless one had money or relatives to take care of one, being disabled was not permitted. Alzheimer’s and dementia were also on the list. And Sam’s political dissent and history of atheism would be held against him.

    Since there were no pensions or social security anymore and no government-provided health care, one must have sufficient assets through one’s work, or savings or through one’s relatives to provide for one ‘s needs. If not you would be sent to the social cleansing board for final status determination.  Sam’s pension was insufficient as the Christian States had liquidated social security, Medicare, and pensions and all other social spendings as such spending was seen as making people too dependent on the government.

    For Females

    Same basic rules applied but if one were married, and had children one would be on the permitted list if children are older if the spouse’s income is sufficient one would be on the list.  If single or divorced, and homeless one would also be subject to social cleansing unless one’s relatives would willing to sponsor you. Since there were no pensions or social security anymore and no government-provided health care, one must have sufficient assets through one’s work, or savings or through one’s relatives to provide for one ‘s needs. If not you would be sent to the social cleansing board for final status determination.

    For Aged People

    Additional requirements for the age applied – you were expected to take care of your basic needs through employment and savings and the help of relatives. If you were evicted for non-payment of rent or judged to not have sufficient assets left to sustain your basic needs including medical care, you would be referred for final status determination. And Alzheimer’s and dementia were also factors that were considered negatively in the social status determination by the board.

    For all people, additional requirements applied.

    Sexual deviancy, drug use, alcohol use, gambling, sex outside of marriage, homosexuality would result in immediate referral to the social cleansing board as all were banned conduct that could result in final termination. Being a member of a prohibited religious class could also be grounds for referral as would a pattern of not attending Christian services. Finally, if one had been arrested for political crimes one would be marked forever.

    Sam’s Rating

    Mr. Smith the lawyer pointed out that Sam’s social rating was not good.  Sam knew that his rating was a D meaning that the government would be watching him all the time, and it would be difficult to get a job. Only the A’s and B’s were guaranteed to be on the permit list.  To be an A, you had be to a true believer, had to be white, had to attend church regularly, and had to be employed naturally. To be a B same thing but you could be a B if you were a minority, or had engaged in alcohol or drug use under the old rules. C meant that there was something wrong with your background, you were an atheist, you were a minority, etc. D means that you were a serious threat to the regime. E meant that you would be terminated. F met you were terminated as it met Failure to survive, and family members of F were also labeled F as they were usually terminated at the same time.

    Being associated with banned political movements, including reading banned materials could also lead one to be referred to the social cleansing board as all were grounds for either termination or criminal prosecution if under the age of 70. If over the age of 70, one could be terminated just for being old.

    The board has three choices – granted the temporary status extension, referral for termination, or referral to criminal prosecution.

    The termination would be carried out quickly. There would be an optional funeral at your Church, then the execution through the method of your choice – firing squad, beheading, electric chair, or gas. The default was gas where you were put in a room with up to ten other people and put to sleep.

    Afterward, your body would be cremated in an electricity generating plant with the ashes turned into fertilizer products. There were no burials allowed unless one was rich enough and connected enough to request a burial exception. Most people did not qualify.

    the Hearing

    The hearing started. The presiding Judge, Judge Miller was a stern face white man in his 70’s and a true believer. He was sent to Las Vegas to clean it up as Las Vegas was the wild west, a hotbed of dissent, illegal drug use, illegal prostitution, and illegal casinos. It was also near several political prisons so many ex-cons lived there. The Judge was the chairman of the Nevada state committee that did not exist and was a senior official in the Federal committee that did not exist that brought together government, business, and church leaders to coordinate government policies and that secretly ran the Christian States of America.  Probably a score of A thought Sam.

    The judge announced that he had reviewed Sam’s file and was shocked that Sam had escaped final termination. He said that the previous board had erred in simply sending him to prison. He should have been eradicated as a social evil, as cancer that needs to be removed from the pure body politics. Sam and his ilk sickened him. Sam was a free thinker, an atheist, a mixed-race mongrel, married to a non-white and was therefore guilty of crimes against the white race which was a crime. The Judge was determined to see justice done.

    He asked Sam a series of questions. Sam’s answers sealed his fate.

    Sam, what is your occupation?

    None for now.  worked until age 60 as a diplomat under the old regime.

    You realize that under the law you must be working, in service, in school, or prison? Or have sufficient savings and assistance from relatives to sustain your needs.  Are you currently working?

    I can’t find a job due to my age, my Alzheimer’s; and my political record.

    That’s irrelevant. You are just a lousy atheist piece of shit. You deserve no sympathy. And have none from me.

    Are you white?

    No, I am a mixed-race, part native, part Asian, part black.

    I see you were married to a non-white and had no children. Good for you we would not want to see more mongrel children. Such children should be eliminated at birth in my opinion and will be starting next month when we begin enforcing the racial purity laws.

    What was your crime? Let us see reading prohibited writings, keeping a journal, publishing an anti-government blog, authoring anti-government poems and stories. Did you serve two years at hard labor?

    Yes

    Do you still write?

    Yes, every day but I no longer publish on-line.

    Good. No one would want to read that trash anyway.

    Do you go to church?

    No

    Do you believe in God?

    No, I do not believe in an imaginary man in the sky.

    One more anti-religious statement from you will result in an immediate ruling of termination.

    Do you drink?

    If I can find it yes

    Do you gamble

    Yes, when I can

    Do you support the Christian Republican Party and the Christian States of America?

    No, I do not.

    Okay, I have enough for a ruling. Sam Adams, you are hereby sentenced to the termination. Tomorrow at 7 am you will be turned into electricity and fertilizer. Take him away.

    Next, please.

    At midnight there was a knock at the door. A black man appeared and said he was a friend and he was being smuggled to California. Sam rejoiced and went with his new friend and reached SF in the morning, escaping death for the 23rd time in his life.

    Today’s Poems

    Dear Santa

     

     

    What I want for Christmas
    and for the new year too

    Is simply this
    Goodwill prevails

    Our leaders get together
    Working together to restart
    The damaged economy
    Getting the virus conquered

    Allowing travel to resume
    Conquering health care reform
    Dealing with climate change
    Rebuilding our strained alliances

    Working out a deal
    To solve
    both the North Korean problem
    And the middle east problem

    Resolving our racial divides
    Bringing the country together
    Making sure black lives
    All lives matter

    Ending the politics
    Of personal destruction
    In short,  Peace and goodwill
    Will finally prevail

    And most importantly
    Donald Trump shuts up
    quietly going into retirement
    Ending the worst presidency ever

    And finally
    Another year for me
    To enjoy the love of my life
    Falling in love with her every day

    Tell the Grimm reaper
    My time is not yet due
    That is all that I want
    For Christmas and the New Year

     My Love Beckons Me Haiku

    My love beckons me
    Every day I fall in love
    Padded with her love

     Humid Summer Days, Dry Winter Nights  Haiku

    Humid summer days
    Give way to dry winter nights
    stay at home with love

     World Economy Teters on the Edge Cherita

    The world economy

    Teters on the edge
    Declining Imports and exports

    Global trade ending
    Is this the end
    Of the globalized world economy?

    Seeing the Cosmic Dog in the Morning Light

    In the morning Light
    I Breathe deeply
    Following the shining light
    Of the dawning sun

    Sighing and Gasping
    With baited breath

    While I hear the Bark
    Of a dog outside
    my open window

    Showing the face
    Of the Devine spirit
    Within the cosmic dog

     Always a good idea

    Drinking wine
    While listening to music
    With my wife
    The love of my life
    When She says
    Pour me another glass
    Of wine my dear

    I said
    Always a good idea
    And we drank some more

     Falling in love
    With every sip

    As I looked at her
    And she looked at me

     The next glass of wine is for love,

     Then I clearly said
    The next glass of wine is for love
    smiled in unison

    Day Five

    Reverend Jimmy Jones Launches the Christian Revolution

    Word count: 1776

     

    Reverend Jimmy Jones is about to make a speech at a campaign rally in which he will announce the launching of the Christian revolution. He hopes that the Christian revolution will galvanize the evangelical community and the remanence of former president Trump’s base throughout the red states of the country.  President Trump had died a few months ago but before he died, he endorsed Jimmy Jones and announced that he supported the call for a constitutional convention and the formation of the Christian States.  The Trump children were all aboard the movement as well and working with his newly named Christian Republican party.

    The Christian Revolution would lead to the formation of the Christian States of America after a short civil war, which split the country into new countries the Christian States of America with the capital at Omaha, renamed New Zion; The Florida Caribbean Federation encompassing many of the islands of the Caribbean including Puerto Rico, the Virgin islands; the Northeast Federation including the new state of Columbia DC, with Canadian provinces; The French American Federation which consisted of Québec Haiti Martinique Guadeloupe and Louisiana with the capital in Québec; the Native American Federation which consisted of the biggest Indian reservations across the United States and Canada with the capital in Oklahoma; The Pacific state federations which consisted of The West coast states, and British Colombia with the capital in San Francisco and including Five new California states, and parts of Northern Mexico including Baja California; one of which join with Eastern Oregon in Eastern Washington to form a new state called Jefferson which joined the Christian states;  the Utah Republic which included Idaho, and allied with the Christian States, the Texas Republic which consisted of Texas New Mexico and northern part of Mexico, with the capitol in Dallas and allied with the Christian States, and The Pacific island Federation which consisted of Hawaii Guam American Samoa Micronesia and the Philippines with the capitol in Honolulu, allied with the Pacific States and NE Federation.

     

    Reverend Jones addresses the campaign rally

    “Today I am announcing then I am running not just for the presidency not of the United States of America and the new nation to be called the Christian States of America which will unite the United States and parts of Canada and new Mexican Mexico who wish to join the new Federation; I am calling upon the states to call for a constitutional convention which will draft a new constitution which we can call constitution 2.0 which was explicitly declare that the United States of America is no longer and will be replaced as a successor state, the Christian States of America. The Christian States of America will be governed along the lines of what the founding fathers had decreed in other words the federal government which will be relocated to Omaha well play a much smaller role in the Federation then focusing on foreign policy military issues national security and coordinating national economic policies but most power will revert to the states. The Christian states will be a Christian Homeland and Christianity will be the official religion of the state. Only Christians would be allowed to work for positions that require national security clearances because the national security clearances will now have a morality screening only people of good moral character will be allowed to work for the federal government, work for state governments and work in school systems

    Most regulations will be eliminated as the Christian states will revert to a policy of fewer regulations, less taxation, and fewer burdens on the public and businesses including eliminating minimum wage laws.

    And there will be a national morality law that will be based on traditional Christian social values. The law will outlaw sex outside of a traditional marriage defined as a union of one man and one woman who intend to have the children together.  Homosexuality will be banned, anal sex will be banned, transgenderism will be banned, transgender reassignment surgery will be banned, prostitution will be banned, abortion will be banned except to save the life of a woman and marijuana will be banned, alcohol will be banned, gambling would be banned, pornography will be banned, the internet will be monitored and controlled as will the media and entertainment businesses. Sex and violence will be banned in entertainment products including games, TV, movies, and live theater.

     

    The federal government will enforce these regulations nationwide, but the states will oversee prosecutions as these regulations will be enacted in every single state; the states will be allowed to add additional requirements but not fewer requirements. Constitution 2.0 will explicitly recognize the Bible and traditional Christian principles as part of the governing documents of the new Federation.  It would also include the Declaration of Independence, the original constitution, including the bill of rights, and the Magna Carter.  The new constitution will also explicitly recognize Christianity as the state religion, modifying the first amendment accordingly and authorizing discrimination against minority religions and atheism, and requiring federal government positions to be open only to Christians.

    There will be a new body which will consist of the leaders of the Christian churches who will have an advisory role in overseeing governmental policies to make sure the government policies are not in conflict with Christian principles. Non-Christians will have to register with the local police whenever they move their residencies. Atheism will be banned. Non-Christian churches will no longer receive any tax benefits. Easter Sunday, Good Friday, and Easter Monday will be a national holiday as well and spring break will be renamed Easter break and the Christmas winter break will be renamed Christmas break.

    All schools will be required to teach the Bible as part of their curriculum Local schools would no longer be run by the government but will be run by church foundations but with government funding

    Looking abroad the new Federation will withdraw from most international agreements will kick out the United Nations and international organizations as they are interfering with national sovereignty

    There will be mandatory national military or government service return after service is completed the government will pay for college education or tech training for those who complete their three years of service. The three years of service would also include both women and men and there will be no exceptions made whatsoever everybody will have to serve.  Service will take place between one is 18 birthday and 25th birthday, with annual lotto drawings determining the start of service.  Once your number is drawn you will have six months to report for service which will last up to three years, the first year would be training, then two years of service.

    Finally, we will launch a revolution a crusade so to speak to take back America city by city-state by state we will force the local governments to recognize the new Christian rules and regulations including of course banning bars and banning alcohol sales, strip clubs, prostitution, and other sexual services

    We will start this in my hometown of Little Rock AR. With your help and the help of the American public, we will fulfill the dream that I had the prophecy that I had, or Gabriel came to me and told me that I had been chosen by God to lean the American people back to the Christian Church and with your help and God’s will we will prevail and America will become a canoe Christian paradise the shining city on the hill that we all knew know is in fulfillment of God’s will, and that Americans are the new chosen people. God Bless America goodnight

     

    The next day Reverend Jones convened the first meeting of what became known as the committee that did not exist committee did not exist formed a shadow government consisting of the top leaders of the government the top leaders of the Christian churches the top leaders of the Senior military officials’ national security officials and senior political operatives of all sorts, the CEOs of major corporations all of which were united by the desire to ensure that the Christian revolution went forward and that corporations would play their role and ensuring that they would not be engaged and selling products that promote sin, and they would work with the government of the Christian States of America to ensure that all policies are both biblically sound,  and economically sound

    We will ensure that big businesses get what they want fewer regulations, including outlawing labor unions, and the minimum wage, and of course fewer taxes Finally, the committee that did not exist would oversee the development of a dossier on every American in the country which would be kept under close guard and used by the leadership of the Christian States to make sure that people fall in line.  The dossiers would leak to destroy political enemies.

    Everybody in the country would be rated as either

    A trusted true believer

    B trusted

    C wavering

    D hostile

    E so hostile that they must be eliminated

    40 percent will be either A or B and would be in the elite upper class of society.

    The committee that did not exist would overseas the operations of a militia group call the army of God which would carry out operations that would not be officially linked to the government but would carry out governmental policies During the transition to the Christian States of America they would go into towns and shut down bars and shut down strip clubs things like that, and they would also supervise getting out negative information on their political opponents

    Some would say that the Christian Federation is a fascist movement and Reverend Jones said that was fair it was a fascist movement it was bringing together elements of traditional Christian thoughts, big businesses, and key governmental allies.  The Christian States of America will usher in a period of great prosperity and power for those in the upper echelons of society, while the lower classes will work hard since with the elimination of welfare there will be no social safety net and criminal laws will be strictly enforced.  Being a homeless bum on the street will be not an option, as homelessness will be a criminal offense. All prisoners will work for corporations.

    Rev. Jones concluded,

    With your help, we will achieve the Christian revolution and fulfill my promise to Gabriel that I would bring North America back to Christianity.

     

    Day Six

     Ghost Trial 

    I am surrounded by Ghosts of my past
    I have outlasted so many people
    My Father, My Mother, My sister
    and sister and friends from my past life

    They all appear in my dream
    And they put me on trial

    One by one they testify
    My father and my mother
    Talk to me while I sleep

    My father talks to me at length
    About his life
    His battles and his dreams for me
    Unfulfilled when he died so young

    And My mother
    Crying always crying
    As she tells me that
    I never cared for her
    That I ran away from her

    Unable to cope with her
    constant demands on me

    Just wanted me
    to pay attention to her
    And be there for her
    And I fled from her

    And numerous friends
    that have died
    Surround me reminding me

    Of things that I did
    Or not did
    Or that I did not attend
    their funerals

    And my sister too
    Chimes in

    Berating me for not
    being there for her
    And ignoring her
    And emotionally
    neglecting her

    Nightly these ghosts
    Will not let me be

    As I toss and turn
    And they fill my head

    With their remonstrations
    Until the sun comes up
    And chases them away
    With its cleansing light

    Man plays games with his lover

    A man meets his lover
    in a bar

    Playing a game
    That they had played before

    Imagining that
    they were strangers
    About to make love
    for the first time

    He whispers in her ears
    All the things he wanted to do
    To her that night

    She smiled
    Said she would give him
    What he wanted

    And they went
    to their apartment
    Made love until dawn

    They had breakfast
    And laughed again
    At the absurdity
    Of it all

    I  drink a cup of hot cocoa

     

     

     

     

    I drink a cup of hot cocoa
    In the Snuggery by the fireplace
    I step outside
    Putting on my mittens
    Braving the frosty cold night
    Looking at the evening stars
    Watching the poor
    Walk by asking for alms
    I give them money
    Go inside
    Sitting by the evergreen Christmas tree
    Wrapping presents in red wrapping paper
    Waiting for Christmas morning delights

    Sitting by the creek

    Sitting by the creek
    Turning on the old socket
    Wiping tears away
    with a damp tissue

    Day Seven Flash Fiction

    2024 Elections – End of the world Mood Overcomes the U.S. and the World.

    A strange mood sweeps the country just before the 2024 elections.  Many people on the fringes are convinced that we were entering the end times as prophesied in Biblical, Islamic, Hindu, and Mayan traditions.  Various end-times prophets appeared with terrifying visions of the coming nightmare.   The internet was overwhelmed with visions of the coming end of the world.   Dire warnings were all about – from the scientists who were saying daily that we had passed the point of no return on climate change, to conservatives warning that the socialist radical left plot to destroy America was in full swing, to the left’s fear of incipient fascism in America and the world, to fears of another pandemic, to fears that the new normal would mean a lifetime of poverty for Americans.  Thoughts about the decline of America were everywhere as were warnings of a coming civil war.

    One of the best-selling books of 2023 was the Great Divorce which was all about the coming second civil war.  Millions of people were convinced that a second civil war was inevitable

    Reality seemed just as dismal as one natural disaster after another occurred.  Monster storms that did not seem to end as the Hurricane season was the worst on record, following the worst winter of recent history in the Winter of 2023-24, the fire season in the summer of 2023 were also the worst in recorded history as the entire west coast burned up and several cities including Medford, Oregon was destroyed.  The fires lasted until early December when monster winter storms swept over the land leading to massive mudslides, hurricane style winds whipping up the never-ending blizzards that shut down most of the west coast over the Christmas season.

    In October, a new variant of COVID swept out of China = a new variant that was immune to the COVID vaccine.  The economy had barely recovered from the ravages of the last pandemic and millions of people faced another stay-at-home order just before Thanksgiving and the holiday season.

     

    Then spring barely happened as most of the world went into an intense drought with high temperatures before the monster storms occurred.  Volcanoes and earthquakes, more than in recorded history added to the chaos.  And a massive sunspot knocked out all communications and air travel for two weeks.

    Then the political storm in Washington hit and politics became even dirtier as the Republicans nominated Donald Trump and Mike Huckabee who ran a hard Christian campaign promising to turn America into a Christian nation just in time for the rapture which they predicted would end the year.

    Then Joe Biden dies in the springtime of 2024 and Kamala Harris runs for the seat and is nominated but must pick a hard left partner.   The two parties are bitterly divided as is the country.

    Half the country is demanding a new green deal, half think that the democrats are evil socialists who are determined to destroy the country.  The Republicans run the hard-right campaign promising to rename the country the United Christian States of America, including a call for a constitutional convention to codify the new status as a Christian nation.  They also applaud the supreme court’s decision to overturn Roe V Wade, Gay marriage, and gay rights.

    They also demand that the new constitution explicitly recognize the rights of Christians, that religious minority must register with the government, and outlaw atheism.

    They demand that the US enact a national morality act that would outlaw sex outside traditional marriage, outlaw homosexuality, abortion, prostitution, transgendered status, alcohol, marijuana, gambling, and legalizing discrimination against the LGBT community

    Donald Trump ran on a platform that the 2020 election had been stolen from him and on a platform of revenge against the enemies of American freedom. He also calls for the U.S. to kick out the United Nations, withdraw from the WTO and most international agreements.  And to bring the troops home once and for all. And of course, to build the war, and eliminate most immigration.  He also endorsed the calls for a new war on drugs, banning alcohol, and gambling and making the U.S. a Christian-only nation, vowing if he were elected to refuse to hire Muslims, and atheists and calling for the firing of atheists, and gays from government positions.

    The mood in the blue states was that the country was already split into two lands, the coastal blue states, and the hinterland.  Many people had fled the red states after the supreme court decisions led to enactments of laws banning homosexuality, abortion, and same-sex marriage.  Many social conservatives had fled the urban coastal regions in search of a simpler, more Christian based live in the hinterlands.

    45% of the public support these demands, and 45% are bitterly opposed.

    The country seemed on the breaking point, as 60% of the public were saying that they saw a civil war as a possibility, and 45% agreeing that it was time for the U.S. to split up into new nations.

    Harris herself endorsed the call for a constitutional convention to settle once and for whether the U.S. would remain united or split into parts. The governors of the Western States and the governors of the eastern states got together and endorsed a call for a constitutional convention and a great divorce.   They were joined in these calls by the governors of the new states, Colombia (DC) VI, Puerto Rico, Guam, America Samoa, Micronesia, Sequoya (Oklahoma) Chicagoland, Downtown Illinois, NYC, and NY state.

    One of the bestselling books of 2023 was the Great Divorce which was all about the coming second civil war.  Millions of people were convinced that a second civil war was inevitable.

     

    Harris wins the popular vote by 5 percentage points but loses the electoral college and the Senate as the Christian right was fired up at the prospect, they would get what they wanted more than anything else – an American theocracy.

    Truly we were living in strange times.

     

    Time Poems

     

    2009 Berkeley Time Warp 

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    April 3

    Time travel is possible
    I do it every year
    When I return to Berkeley
    And go to the corner of Dwight
    and Telegraph

    Down the street from People’s park
    I enter a time wrap

    And find myself in 1967
    It is always 1967
    With the sweet smell of pot
    In the air

    And the merchants selling
    Tie die tea shirts
    And talking shit

    And the students walking by
    And the older generation
    Walking by in nostalgic memories

    Of when it was the 60’s
    and everything seemed possible

    We would change the world
    And then Nixon came

    And the world turned ugly fast
    and furious

    And we have been on a dark trip
    ever since those days

    But in Berkeley
    At Dwight and Telegraph

    The 60’s live on
    Long live the 60’s

     Stockton Time Travel

     

     

     

     

    When I was going to college
    in Stockton, Californa
    In the 70s

    It seemed as if every time I went to Stockton
    I was going through a time and space wormhole

    And emerging on the other end
    In an Ohio farm town circa 1959
    Then returning to Berkeley
    And arriving in the mid 70’s

    Except for Telegraph Avenue
    Which is always stuck in 1967.

    The time travel wormhole collapsed
    As Stockton over time
    Became an outer suburb of Sacramento
    And the greater Bay Area

    But the valley remains
    A different time and space
    Than the Bay Area

    And so time travel is still
    The way to go
    When going to the valley
    From the city

    Berkeley 1975

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    Tilden Regional Park is a regional park in the East Bay of California. It is between the Berkeley Hills and San Pablo Ridge.

     

     

     

     

     

     

    Growing up in Berkeley
    In the late 60s
    and early to mid-70s
    Was such a trip

    Berkeley and the Bay Area
    Were already becoming
    Almost a separate country
    From the rest of the United States

    And Berkeley was already
    Such a diverse place

    My high school had over 4,000 students
    From over 150 countries
    And had openly gay students

    And even transgendered students
    Decades before that became common
    Elsewhere in the country

    My best friends were Jewish, Irish, Bl
    ack, Half Black Half White
    And I had some Asian friends as well.
    And I was the Student body president

    I belonged to no particular clique
    Rather floated between different groups
    And that is why perhaps I was a success

    Berkeley taught me so much
    And being there
    Taught me so much

    I lived through such a turbulent time
    The black panthers
    The black revolution
    The sexual revolution
    The anti-war movement

    We had tear gas days
    And we used to hang out

    On Telegraph watching the riots
    Or watching the street preachers
    On more peaceful days

    And boy did we enjoy
    Cheap eats

    Ocsar’s Burgers
    Pizza
    Chinese food
    And hot dogs

    And sneaking over to CAL
    To crash Fraternity parties
    And get some free drinks

    Life was interesting
    In that day

    And I will never
    Forgot

    The life lessons

    I learned in the streets
    Of Berkeley in the ’70s

    Berkeley Street Scene 2015

    BERKELEY, CA – SEPTEMBER 24: Protesters shout during a free speech rally with right wing commentator Milo Yiannopoulos at U.C. Berkeley on September 24, 2017 in Berkeley, California. Hundreds of protesters came out to support and demonstrate against Milo Yiannopoulos as he held a free speech rally at U.C. Berkeley. (Photo by Justin Sullivan/Getty Images)

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    Coming back to Berkeley
    Every year since I left
    Remains me how much it has changed
    And how little it has changed

    The essences of Berkeley
    The reasons why I keep coming back
    Remains the same

    It is a zany, wild, and crazy city
    Filled with energy, enthusiasm
    And big ideas

    The University remains
    The center of the town
    But Berkeley was always more
    Than a college town

    It was a black suburb of Oakland
    And still is
    It was an Asian American suburb of Oakland
    And remains to this day

    It was a welcoming place
    for gays and lesbians
    and still is

    And of course,
    it was a student hangout
    For Cal students and students from all over
    And still is

    It was a regional hangout
    for high school kids
    And still is

    BHS rocks
    And it was a commuter stop on the BART
    For white-collar workers from the city
    And still is

    It was a working-class town
    And some of that is still there

    And a center for movies
    And the arts

    And the food mecca
    and coffee mecca
    for all the foodies
    in the Bay area

    And boy is it still the mecca
    For good food

    Food from almost every ethnic group
    In the world
    If you can’t find it Berkeley

    Either in the stores
    Or the hundreds of ethnic joints
    You won’t be able to find it

    Anywhere else in the U.S.

    Over the years I tried
    My first Thai
    My first  Chinese
    My first Cambodian
    My first Vietnamese
    My first Mexican
    My first Indian
    My first Russian
    My first Cuban
    My first French
    My first Italian
    My first Greek
    And my first New Californian cuisine

    And my first Mc Donalds
    And Burger King

    And of course
    Who can forget
    Their first Peet’s coffee?

    And who can forget
    Tilden Park

    Inspiration Point at sunrise
    And Wildcat canyon?

    One day while glazing at the sunset
    Over the bay bridge

    I declared that Berkeley was the center
    Of my universe

    So I end this love song
    To Berkeley California

    Truly the center
    Of this man’s universe

     Seoul 1979

     

    When I arrived in Seoul
    Back in the day in 1979

    Seoul was a grim city
    Big, polluted, overwhelming

    Filled with Koreans
    And nothing much to do

    Other than eat Korean food
    And drink Korean booze

    Tourist sites were none existent
    And foreigners were few and far between

    The GI’s stayed in Itaewon
    And there were few other foreigners around

    And there were very few places in town
    To eat non-Korean food

    Just the fancy hotels
    The base and Itaewon

    But Seoul had it’s charms
    It grew on me over the years

    And gradually became less grim
    Less forbidding

    And less foreigner unfriendly

    When I left Seoul in 1984 it was changing
    before my very eyes

    And when I came back in 1988
    it was a different city

    And those were the days
    Of the Olympics
    and Seoul’s emergence
    As a modern city

     Seoul 2015

     

    Seoul is so different now days
    Very little of the old Seoul remains

    The Kangwhamoon area downtown
    Still exists as a warren
    of alleyways
    Between big buildings

    Filled with restaurants and shops
    But the old tabangs (tea shops)
    With the tabang girls
    Are long gone

    The karaoke bars and girl bars
    Are still there going strong
    But coffee shops and fancier restaurants
    Are everywhere

    And foreigners are everywhere
    Seoul is no longer a city just for Koreans
    It has truly become a world city
    Must to the dismay of the traditionalists

    Parts of the old Seoul remain
    and the mountains and parks
    have become very popular indeed

    there has been a resurgence in Korean Buddhism
    and in traditional arts and crafts
    and traditional foods as well

    nowhere more than in Insa dong
    the Mecca of traditional Korean culture
    these days

    Itaweon has become
    the heart of the expatriate part of Seoul
    with people from around the world

    gathered together
    along with the young and hip
    Koreans

    And there is even a gay quarter now
    unimaginable in the old days

    Seoul has changed
    For the most part fo
    r the better

    But I still miss
    the Seoul of my past
    And will mourn its passing
    As I get older

    Along with the city
    That I have adopted
    As my second hometown

     

    Hope for the New Year Fan Story Haiku

    Hope for the new year
    will it be better than ever
    delete this last year

     

    Images of Pearl Harbor

    Images of pearl harbor
    Still shocking
    After so many years

    A day that will live
    In infamy

    The images of these ancient crimes
    Continue to haunt us
    After all these years

    Images of 9-11
    The images of that day
    Fills my head

    Still haunting me
    After all these years

    But what fills me with dread
    Is that every day
    We are living another 9-11

    As the coronavirus
    Continues to surge
    Across the land

    General corona leading his army
    Of virus bots
    As millions get sick
    Thousands die

    Every day
    The invisible enemy
    Is here

    And our commander in chief
    Is AWOL

    Time to Stop

    Time to stop
    Imaging these images
    Of death

    All around me
    Memories of pearl harbor

    Memories of 9-11
    Images of COVID
    Ravaging the land

    Time to stop
    These images
    From haunting my life

    Blood Red Moon Over Ruins

     

     

     

     

     

     

    Coldness fills my heart
    Strange feelings fill my soul
    I see a blood-red super blue moon
    Lighting up the ruins
    Of our civilization
    Everyone is dead
    Humanity a distant memory
    Is this our future
    I am filled with such dread
    As the coldness takes over,

     

    Ancient curse comes to Life

    An ancient curse
    Comes to life
    Vampires arise from the death
    Leading an army of zombies
    Hundreds of demons come
    Pouring out of the new
    Gateway to hell
    That opens up

    Coffee Pot Mini Flash

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    On a cold night in the middle of the winter at midnight, an old man drops by a 24/7 dinner and orders a burger, fries, and coffee.   He notices that the diner has an old fashioned coffee pot and asks about it.

    The owner comes out.  He is a friendly old black man,

     

    “You have a question about the coffee pot?”

     

    “Yes just curious.  It looks like an antique. Does it still work?”

     

    “Yes, that is my great grandfather’s coffee pot and we have been making coffee from that pot for over 150 years in this restaurant which was my grandfather’s restaurant.  The menu is from his day as well.  The apple pie is my grandmother’s secret recipe. But I am most proud of the coffee. Because the coffee though is magical.  Anyone who drinks of it will be given one more year of life.   Do you want a cup of this magic brew?”

    “Why not?  I don’t have too much time left to live.  I see ghosts all around me and I am afraid that I will be ending soon.  So bring on the magic coffee.”

    He has a cup and stands up and drops dead.

    A Man falls asleep underneath the clock

    A man falls asleep
    Beneath the ticking grandfather clock

    Underneath the Christmas tree
    Waiting for Christmas

    The End

     

     

     

     

  • Cosmos Fashion Influences

    Cosmos Fashion Influences

    Cosmos Fashion Influences

    And now for something completely different. First, the theatrical

    Napoleon Dynamite

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    For those of you who do not know, this is from one of my all-time favorite movies, “Napoleon Dynamite.”
    You can see the comparison; the same hairstyle, but mine was darker and his hair was brown. Thanks to Matt Jacobson, who is part of my weekly Zoom sessions, which we have been having since May 2020. He is always finding great items, often embarrassing,  that he shares with his zoom buddies.  I thought that these were worthy of sharing on my blog and my FB page. It is a follow-up to my earlier posting on FB of the BOC photo below.

    As Wiki explains it,

    This article is about the film. If the television series based on the film, see Napoleon Dynamite (TV series). For the singer, see Elvis Costello.

    [1] https://en.wikipeNapoleon Dynamite is a 2004 American comedy film produced by Jeremy CoonChris WyattSean Covel, and Jory Weitz, written by Jared and Jerusha Hess and directed by Jared Hess. The film stars Jon Heder in the role of the title character who befriends a new student who emigrated from Mexico and assists him with his class presidential campaign, but Napoleon’s uncle, with whom he does not get along, has temporarily moved in to look after him while his grandmother recovers from an injury in the hospital.

    Heder was paid $1,000 for starring in the film but successfully negotiated to receive more after the film became a runaway success. The film was Hess’s first full-length feature and is partially adapted from his earlier short film, PelucaNapoleon Dynamite was acquired at the Sundance Film Festival by Fox Searchlight Pictures,[2] who partnered up with MTV Films and Paramount Pictures for the release.[3] It was filmed in and near Franklin County, Idaho, in the summer of 2003. It debuted at the Sundance Film Festival in January 2004. Most of the situations in the movie are loosely based on the life of Jared Hess. The film’s total worldwide gross revenue was $46,122,713.[4] The film has since developed a cult following[5][6] and was voted at number 14 on Bravo‘s 100 funniest movies.[7]

    For the rest of the wiki article read here:

    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Napoleon_Dynamite

    St Lucia True Story; a nice diplomatic memoir,

    Reminds me of a true story.  During today’s zoom meeting, my zoom buddies asked me to come up with a positive diplomatic story from back in the day rather than the various stories of death, and fraud that I had been sharing.  Then Matt sent the item above and I remembered a true story. Here it is. Back in 2008-2009 when I served as the St Lucia officer in charge of the U.S- St. Lucia, I got to know the opposition leader in St Lucia, who later became Prime Minister after I left.

    One day when we were clearing out office files, we found a picture of him with a 70’s” afro”. He was half black, half white, black father and white mother, I believe. At the time I knew him he was my age, and like me, had lost most of his youthful hair.

    I also had a picture, perhaps the same picture of me with a “Jewfro”,  which is what we called white boys with an “afro” back in the politically incorrect days of the ’70s.  On a trip to St Lucia, I presented him with both pictures. He said he loved it and we became good buddies.  He always took me out for a drink after that.

    Oy … the musical comparisons continue…

    ———  heh•heh•heh tr°°°

     

    The picture is from 1974, when I served as Student Body President at BHS. The girl who looks like Angela Davis is Joy McKinley, who served on the Board of Control which was the name of our student body student council.

     

    Finally, Sammy Davis immortal Candy Man

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AYihDAhVPko  (click on Sammy)

    [1] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AYihDAhVPko [2] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AYihDAhVPko [3] http://www.youtube.com/

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  • Berkeley Enough?

    Berkeley Enough?

    famous musicians from Berkeley, California (Blog entry)

    Am I Berkeley Enough?  Famous Bands and Songs From Berkeley 

    He’s been known to sport a Cal Bears hat with an Oakland A’s jersey. He professes great love for the giant burritos at Gordo and Cancun taquerias. And he still gets his coffee at Peet’s — just not the one at the corner of Walnut and Vine streets.

    Does all of that make David Wittman “Berkeley Enough”?

    Wittman, a Berkeley native long living in Los Angeles, has been asking himself that question for years. His answer, thus far, has been anything but conclusive. So, the DJ/vocalist has turned the debate over to the online community — in the music video “Berkeley Enough,” which has become something of a water-cooler sensation in the Bay Area.

    The tune is as intelligent as it hilarious, a well-crafted slice of satire that gently pokes fun while celebrating both his hometown and L.A. Watch the video once, and it’s easy to understand why the song’s title has become a kind of catchphrase in these parts — and why there is now a market for “Berkeley Enough?” T-shirts.

    The catchy, comedic tune is a duet between Wittman, who is better known online as simply DJ Dave, and East Bay rapper LaeCharles Lawrence Jr. The ample humor comes from a back-and-forth between Lawrence, who contests that Wittman is no longer “Berkeley Enough,” and Wittman, deflecting those charges with varying degrees of success.

    “DJ Dave, you’re not Berkeley Enough,” Lawrence says in the video.

    “What you mean, dude?” DJ Dave responds, as a rhythmic rap starts to rev up:”I told you before, you know I still eat organic food.

    “I might live in L.A., but I can still wear a Cal hat and (represent) the Bay.”

    “I’m just trying to do L.A. with a Bay twist.

    I ride my bike a lot and drive a Prius too.

    I guess I can’t be down like you unless I drive a Subaru.”

    Although written by and starring Wittman, “Berkeley Enough” is really a collaborative achievement that comes courtesy of Wittman’s Fog and Smog, a video arts collective that includes a number of former Bay Area talents now living in L.A.

    Fog and Smog is less than a year old, but it’s already an online sensation. It’s produced four independent videos, all of which gently poke fun at West Coast culture. Together, they have totaled some 5 million views on YouTube and other sites.

    It all started with “Whole Foods Parking Lot,” the first Smog and Fog video, which went viral within days of posting to YouTube.

    “The reaction was really beyond our expectations,” Wittman says during a recent phone interview. “It got a million views in a week. It was crazy.”

    That first video remains DJ Dave’s calling card — and he’s often introduced, even in Fog and Smog’s own videos, as “Dave from that Whole Foods song.” Yet, he seems even more passionate about “Berkeley Enough,” a tune that allowed him to explore his own mixed feelings about leaving the Bay Area for L.A.

    Wittman, of course, is aware that many Northern Californians love to hate all things L.A. This video cleverly, yet far from viciously, plays into that intrastate rivalry — which, Wittman says, seems to matter far more to people in the Bay Area than to those in L.A.

    “It is sort of a one-sided rivalry,” says Wittman, 37. “I’ve seen it from both sides for so many years now. L.A. is almost like the pretty older sister who just doesn’t even notice that someone is mad at her — like, ‘Huh? I wasn’t paying attention. How’s my hair?’

    “Not to say that the Bay is the ugly-duckling little sister. (But) L.A., because of the nature of Hollywood, can be slightly self-involved and dismissive.”

    Wittman, a vocalist, composer, DJ and drummer, graduated from Berkeley High School in 1992 and credits his continued passion for making music to his involvement in the school’s fabled jazz program. That’s why he decided to sell “Berkeley Enough?” T-shirts and donate the proceeds to the Berkeley High jazz program.

    “It was just an inspiring thing to be around,” he says of the jazz program. “There was a lot of really high level playing that you had to measure up against. You had to work really hard to make it. I think that kind of motivation for kids is really valuable and amazing.”

    After Berkeley High, Wittman ventured south to study at UCLA. He graduated with a degree in economics in 1996, but he had no real design to put his studies to use in the so-called “real world.”

    “I actually kicked around for a little while, trying to figure out what to do,” he says. “I was like, ‘I’m going to be a bohemian DJ/drummer and figure out artistic stuff to do.’ But I didn’t do well without some sense of structure.”

    He eventually landed a job doing musical scores for TV commercials and, 12 years later, he still works there. The job reignited his interest in music, leading him to again pick up the drumsticks and do some DJ work. He wrote the “Whole Foods Parking Lot” song on a lark and then decided to do a video for it. So, he linked up with some pals, many of whom also hailed from the Bay Area, and the video-arts collective Fog and Smog was born. The name, of course, is a nod to both the Bay Area (fog) and L.A. (smog).

    Besides “Whole Foods” and “Berkeley Enough,” Fog and Smog has also generated clicks with DJ Dave’s come-on to a pretty “Yoga Girl” (sample lyric: “Well anyway I guess you better be going / The last thing I want to do is stop your Vinyasa from flowing”). Then there’s the plea, aimed at Mr. Android or Mrs. iPhone, to “Put Your Phone Down” (best lyric: “You’re in public man, you’re being kinda rude / Your text messages are not that important, dude!”). All of these videos boast a delicious, self-effacing humor.

    “I think Fog and Smog’s videos resonate, because our fans are a very self-aware bunch who are happy to laugh at themselves if and when the comedy originates from a credible source,” says Fog and Smog’s George Woolley, a rapper and video director who graduated from Berkeley High in 1994. “We poke fun at social trends that we engage in ourselves, and I think that is very palpable in the lyrics and video aesthetic we strive for.”

    The success of the YouTube videos even caught the attention of Hyundai, which hired Fog and Smog to do some clever car commercials. Wittman, however, isn’t giving up his day job — he says it’s still unclear if Fog and Smog can become a true moneymaker. He knows that the videos have tallied an impressive number of views online, but he’s also aware that Fog and Smog is hardly setting YouTube records.

    “There is lots of stuff that gets more clicks,” he says. “Cats, man. You got to do something about a cat, because that (expletive) just blows up.”

    berkeley maps

    growing up in Berkeley
    back in the day
    we still were allowed

    to free roam
    and so I went
    everywhere on foot

    or bus
    walking to Solano avenue
    drinking coffee

    at Peets coffee
    eating Chinese food

    in Berkeley’s china town
    walking downtown

    walking to CAL
    eating top dog

    experiencing the late 60’s
    transforming Telegraph

    and walking in the woods
    in tilden park

    high up in the hills
    overlooking the bay area

    674 Santa Rosa

    my childhood home
    for almost 10 years
    was 674 Santa Rosa
    Berkeley California

    A five bedroom
    adobe California home
    on the side of a hill
    at the bottom of the Berkeley hills

    you entered on the top floor
    across the street you entered
    on the bottom floor
    thus it was in the Berkeley Hills

    the house had a large deck
    with a perfect view
    of the golden gate

    we used to sit outside
    watching the sunset
    as we ate dinner

    my Mom and Dad
    would have their nightly cocktails
    on the deck

    before retreating inside
    to continue
    their nightly fights
    and arguments

    I grew up
    downstairs
    hearing their constant words
    of hatred, dismay and outrage

    my parents were the proverbial
    odd couple
    perhaps never should have married

    but despite the hate
    there was still some love
    that kept them together

    we had a red room
    with a pool table
    and I hung out there
    with my friends

    my mother tolerated my friends
    most of the time
    she would be somewhat sober
    until after they left

    and the madness came
    over her
    as she drank her whisky
    and wine

    the basement room
    was added later
    was my younger brother’s room
    later was my room
    whenever i visited
    from college days

    my old room lay abandoned
    filled with books
    thousands of books
    that I had read
    over the years

    when she died
    I should have taken
    all the books
    instead I took
    about one hundred

    just no space
    for the books
    of my childhood memories

    National Poetry month day two prompt specific place poem 674 Santa Rosa Berkeley California

    berkeley time travels

    growing up in Berkeley
    in the 70’s
    one would be drawn
    to Telegraph avenue

    down the street from Cal
    to a particular corner
    Dwight way and Telegraph

    catty corner to People’s park
    a corner sacred to the hippie
    vendors who were always there

    down the street from Moe’s bookstore
    I would often walk back
    occasionally talk to the vendors
    about the latest conspiracy theory

    about the latest conspiracy theory
    and the latest political gossip
    as the vendors
    loved to talk shit

    as they sat on their seats
    selling their t shirts
    filled with anarchistic sayings

    and political rage
    against the machine of hate
    they saw all around them

    as the man tried to keep them down
    that was Berkeley
    my sacred homeland
    stuck forever in 1969

    This is a shout out to the many musicians in my home town, Berkeley, California which is as all people know, the center of the cosmos.

    There have been so many great musicians who grew up there, many learning to play at Berkeley High school.Here are some of the famous groups – just to name a few

    Two of my favorite Berkeley Songs, are by Fog and Smoke 

    NY Your not Berkeley enough

    LA Your not Berkeley Enough

    Berkeley Enough

    some famous bay area bands and musicians

    Jon Adams 

    Peter Apfelbaum 

    Alex Carlin – currently playing in Eastern Europe

    Creedence Clearwater Revival

    counting crows

     

     

     

    Tommy Dunbar 

    John Fogerty

    Tom Fogerty

    Earthquake

    Green Day

     

     

     

     

    Jim Davidson – my buddy

    Jimi Hendrix – last high school was BHS

    Phil Lesh

     

     

     

    The Rubinoos

     

     

     

    Psychotic Pineapple

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    And so many others

    A

    B

    C

    D

    E

    F

    G

    H

    J

    K

    L

    M

    N

    O

    P

    R

    S

    T

    V

    W

    And still more Artists from Berkeley, CA

    And still more

    Artist Active Genre & Styles
    A Cid Symphony 1960s Pop/RockCountry-RockFolk-Rock,Psychedelic/Garage
    Akiva Schaffer 2000s Stage & ScreenComedy/Spoken
    ALBINO! 1990s – 2010s InternationalAfrican TraditionsAfro-beat
    Alex Skolnick 1980s – 2010s Pop/RockJazzGuitar VirtuosoHeavy MetalSpeed/Thrash MetalGuitar Jazz,Neo-ProgProg-RockFusionJazz Instrument
    Anders Nelsson 1970s – 1980s Stage & ScreenPop/RockContemporary Pop/Rock
    Andy Samberg 2000s – 2010s Comedy/SpokenComedy
    BARR 2000s Pop/RockRapAlternative/Indie Rock,Post-RockAlternative RapComedy Rock
    Billie Joe Armstrong 1990s – 2010s Pop/Rock
    Bird by Bird 2010s Pop/Rock
    Black Lab 1990s Pop/RockPost-Grunge
    Blatz 1990s Pop/RockAlternative Pop/Rock,Alternative/Indie RockPunk Revival
    Brett Deubner 2010s – 2020s ClassicalVocal Music
    Brett Turner Pop/Rock
    Bridget O’Flynn
    Bruce Barthol 1960s – 2000s Pop/Rock
    Counting Crows 1990s – 2010s Pop/RockAdult Alternative Pop/Rock,Alternative Pop/RockAlternative/Indie RockAmerican Trad RockAlternative Country-Rock
    Crimpshrine 1980s – 1990s Pop/RockAlternative/Indie RockPop PunkPunk Revival
    Daryl Coley 1970s – 2000s ReligiousBlack GospelContemporary GospelGospelContemporary Christian
    Dave Tull 2000s – 2010s JazzPop/RockVocalVocal Jazz,Straight-Ahead JazzTraditional Pop
    David Denny 1990s Pop/Rock
    David Murray 1970s – 2010s JazzAvant-Garde JazzExperimental Big BandFree JazzPost-BopJazz InstrumentMainstream JazzModern CreativeModern FreeSaxophone Jazz
    Debbie Poryes 1970s – 2000s JazzVocalPost-BopMainstream Jazz,Standards
    Denise & Company 1960s Pop/RockGarage Rock,Psychedelic/Garage
    Dick Latvala Pop/Rock
    ElDopa 1990s Pop/Rock
    Eric Peterson 1980s – 2010s Pop/RockSpeed/Thrash MetalHeavy Metal
    Erik Jekabson 1990s – 2020s JazzPost-BopStraight-Ahead Jazz,Modern CreativeJazz InstrumentTrumpet Jazz
    Eugene Blacknell 1960s – 1980s R&BBluesFunkModern Electric Blues
    Fender IV Pop/RockGarage Rock,Psychedelic/GarageSurf
    Gabriela Lena Frank 2000s – 2020s ClassicalOrchestralChamber Music,ChoralKeyboard
    Ginny Tyler 1930s – 1990s Stage & ScreenChildren’s
    Grant Geissman 1970s – 2010s JazzClassicalNew AgeContemporary JazzCrossover JazzSmooth JazzPost-BopGuitar JazzJazz Instrument,Show/MusicalVocal Music
    Herb Pedersen 1960s – 1990s CountryPop/RockFolkBluegrass,Progressive BluegrassTraditional BluegrassCountry-Rock
    Idiot Flesh 1990s Pop/RockAlternative/Indie Rock,Experimental RockHeavy MetalIndustrial MetalAlternative Pop/Rock
    Jed and Lucia 2000s – 2010s Pop/RockIndie ElectronicIndie Folk,Indie PopAlternative/Indie Rock
    Jim Greer 1990s – 2000s CountryPop/RockAlternative/Indie Rock,Indie PopIndie RockSinger/Songwriter
    John Cipollina 1960s – 1980s Pop/RockBoogie RockHard RockRock & Roll
    John Fogerty 1960s – 2010s Pop/RockRock & RollRoots Rock,Contemporary Pop/RockHeartland Rock
    Jorma Taccone 2000s Comedy/SpokenComedy
    Joshua Redman 1990s – 2020s JazzPost-BopModern CreativeStraight-Ahead JazzJazz InstrumentNeo-Bop,Saxophone JazzTrumpet JazzFusion,Jazz-Funk
    Joy of Cooking 1960s – 1970s Pop/RockCountry-RockSoft Rock
    Kela Parker 2010s FolkCountryPop/RockContemporary Singer/SongwriterAmericana
    KSHMR 2000s – 2010s ElectronicClub/DanceEDM
    Kyle Vincent 1980s – 2020s Pop/RockAlbum RockContemporary Pop/RockPower PopSoft RockAdult Contemporary
    Laurie Lewis 1980s – 1990s CountryFolkClassicalBluegrassNeo-Traditional FolkProgressive Bluegrass,Contemporary BluegrassTraditional BluegrassChamber MusicOpera
    Lee Mallory 1960s – 2000s Pop/RockSunshine PopAM Pop,Baroque PopSoft RockPsychedelic Pop,Psychedelic/Garage
    Lil B 2000s – 2010s RapAlternative RapUnderground Rap,Pop-RapLeft-Field RapSpoken Word
    Lonnie Turner 1960s – 1980s Pop/Rock
    Lunchbox 1990s – 2010s Pop/RockAlternative Pop/Rock,Alternative/Indie RockIndie PopIndie Rock
    Mad River 1960s Pop/RockCountry-Rock,Psychedelic/GarageAcid Rock

    That’s if for now. Please feel free to send in more Berkeley bands

    and some more sent it thanks Kristen and Bob

     

    • Kristien Freedman
      Great poetry! I didn’t see Lenny Pickett up there, also Michael Wolff, Jonny Otis, Steve Gaboury, I’m sure there are many more. We had a crazy talented school district in so many ways!
      Thanks Jake, you could probably do another whole article about jazz musicians who attended Berkeley High School. Will Bernard, Charlie Hunter, Colin Hogan, Dave Ellis, Josh Jones, Robbie Kwok, Steven Bernstein ……

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  • Encounters with God

    Encounters with God

    Encounters with God

    Hypertext publishes “God” Poems

    The HyperTexts

    Cosmos 2020 April Poetry Part TwoCosmos 2020 April Poetry Part Two
    Cosmic Dreams and NightmaresCosmic Dreams and NightmaresDog’s Life poems about dogsDog’s Life poems about dogs

    Note:  I am not particularly that religious a person but I have had several encounters with God,  spiritual encounters with a divine spirit, what I consider to be ‘God” but not in the Christian sense of ” God”.   I used to be a an atheist but after these encounters I realized that there is something out there besides humanity.  Perhaps the whole universe is alive somehow? Who knows? I certainly do not.  Here then are several of my encounters with God.  I’ve had a few others which I will write some day.

    these have been published in Scarlet Leaf Review and other journals as well as Hypertext which just published them.

    enjoy and drop me a line if you wish.

    Meeting God in a Lake

    god
    god

     

     

     

    In my 64 years around the sun
    I encountered God four times
    At least I thought it was God
    But could never be sure

    The first time I met God
    I had taken magic mushrooms
    And had gone to a lake

    And soon was tripping inside my head
    Lost in inner space

    Zoning out tuning in
    Dropping down the proverbial rabbit hole

    And then in the middle of my madness
    I felt oneness with the universe
    My body melted away

    And I joined the universe
    All boundaries dropped away

    And I knew that the universe was alive
    and I was part of the Cosmos
    And the Cosmos was part of me

    And I wondered at that moment
    If I was face to face with God

    I asked God to reveal himself to me
    And nothing happened

    Just laughter as the whole universe
    Burst into laughter

    And the madness began to fade
    And I slowly came down from the high

    And became aware of myself
    And I was no longer one
    With the universe

    I felt profoundly moved by the experience
    Felt that I had achieved perhaps nirvana
    Or felt the presence of God

    The feeling faded over time
    And my quest to find God resumed

    But I knew that I would never again
    Come so close to the divine essence
    Of the very Universe

    The Cosmic Cat from Berkeley

    black cat
    black cat

    I next encountered the divine
    Many years later in Berkeley, California
    I had gone home to be with my Mother

    While taking leave from my job
    in the Foreign Service

    I had two weeks there by myself
    My wife came later
    near the end of the trip

    every morning I woke up
    had coffee
    Did yoga

    Spoke to my mother
    Who was sliding into dementia
    Day by day losing her reason

    Then I would go out
    And explore the city
    Go to a museum
    Go to one neighborhood
    And just be there

    Rediscovering the Bay area
    After years of being away

    Having dinner with old friends
    Seeing movies etc

    Every morning a black cat came to visit
    The cat was friendly and waited for me
    And then would join me in my morning rambles
    Following me to the bus stop

    I started talking to the black cat
    He looked at me with the spark of divinity

    In his dark eyes
    I called him the cosmic cat

    He seemed to like that
    He would look at me
    And I opened up to me
    Told the cat all my dark secrets

    As I walked the streets
    Of the old neighborhood

    Every morning and every evening the cat
    Would be there to greet me
    And to carry on our endless conversations

    Then I had to leave
    And in our final conversation
    I asked the cosmic cat

    Say, Cat are you just a cat
    Or are you a demonic cat
    Are you possessed by God
    Or by Satan

    The cat looked at me
    And I realized that God
    Was indeed residing in the cat

    But that god was residing everywhere
    All I had to do was open my mind
    And the rest would follow

    So I said Goodbye to the cosmic cat
    And he purred and came up to me
    And I felt the comforting presence of the Divine

    As I said goodbye to the cosmic cat
    And said goodbye to my mother
    As this was the last time
    That we would be able to really talk

    I told my mother about the cosmic cat
    She smiled and said that the cat
    was there for me and her

    to comfort us both in our hour of need
    and that the cat
    was indeed a cosmic cat

    Talking with God in Bombay

    Five years later
    After I had last talked to God
    In the form of the cosmic cat

    Who I hung out with in Berkeley
    I found myself in Bombay, India

    Where I was involved with another women
    And contemplating whether to leave my wife
    For the promised excitement of the other women

    I did not know what to do
    So I went to Church
    And on the way home

    I stopped on the side of the road
    And prayed to God
    to provide me a sign

    What should I do
    I asked God
    And then I felt it again

    God seemed to be everywhere
    And nowhere
    And I found myself down
    the rabbit hole again

    I had a vision of an old man
    Sitting by the side of a bed
    Looking at an old women

    And realized that
    I was seeing the future
    And the women
    in my vision was my wife

    And then I knew the answer
    that God was giving me

    I had to find my way
    Back to my wife
    And rekindle the love
    that we shared

    I looked up
    and saw my wife’s face
    In the sky

    I went home and wrote
    A long poem for my wife

    She was in the military
    And in Korea
    And I was with the State Department
    Stationed in Mumbai, India

    And I called her up
    And began talking to her
    For the first time
    In a long time

    And I told her what was on my mind
    And told her that we had to decide
    Would we continue as a couple
    Or would we continue to drift apart

    Somehow I finished the conversation
    And fell asleep with the peace and contentment
    Of God’s presence filling my heart and soul

    The feeling of being connected with God
    Faded over the time
    But the conviction that God had spoken to me
    Never really left me

    I asked God
    whether God was the God of Jesus
    Or Allah or Brahmin
    And I realized
    that God is God

    And the universe is God and I am God
    And that was the end of the story
    And my last time I prayed to God

    The Cosmic Dog from Goa

    My final time with God
    Happened a year later
    I was staying down in Goa
    With my wife

    Enjoying being with her
    After our reconciliation
    We stayed at the Taj Mahal Goa
    Living like a King and Queen

    Just for a few days
    High up on a hill
    Overlooking the beach

    Every morning I went
    down to the beach
    And did yoga by the water
    While contemplating life

    And every morning
    I saw the same Dog
    Not just a Dog
    But a cosmic Dog
    Filled with the divine spark of God

    And the Dog recognized me
    And spoke to me and I knew
    That God was present once more
    In the face of that cosmic dog

    Kindred spirit
    perhaps to the cosmic cat
    that had saved my soul
    in Berkeley so long ago

    I told the dog everything
    And he just looked at me
    With those soulful eyes of his
    And I knew he knew that I knew
    That he was possessed by God

    God had sent him to me
    To make sure
    that I was on the right path

    That the reconciliation that God had promoted
    Was on track that I was back with my wife
    And that everything was the way it should be

    Again I asked God
    whether he was Jesus or Allah
    Or Brahmin or Ganesh or Buddha

    God the cosmic dog
    just stared at me
    I finally asked him directly
    Say if you are God the God of Jesus
    Bark once

    The Dog looked at me and barked
    I said well if you are
    Allah bark twice
    The dog barked twice

    Well are you Buddha
    then bark three times if yes
    The God Dog barked three times

    Hmm well are you Satan
    The dog growled at me
    And I knew I had gone too far

    Finally, I was at peace
    And for the next three days

    The God Dog
    was my constant companion
    And I knew God for the final time
    In my life

    Buddha Cat of Edsall Road

     

     

     

    I had another encounter
    With the divine recently
    Another Cosmic cat perhaps

    Perhaps not
    who knows what cats are

    are they aliens
    from another dimension
    or was he channeling God ?

    I called him the Buddha cat
    For the cat loved
    Sitting in a meditative pose

    Not moving
    Just starting at me
    With his soulful deep eyes
    Boring into my soul
    exploring all my secret thoughts

    the Buddha cat does not move
    does not react, as he is so deep
    into his interior mediation
    truly in tune with the cat universe
    and the cosmos as well

    the Buddha cat
    seems to be one with God
    one with Buddha, Allah, Ganesh
    and the billion names of God
    Known and unknown

    The Buddha cat can teach us all
    About the art of meditation

    As he zones inward
    And loses his soul
    Joining the cosmos
    And becoming the Buddha cat

    The Buddha cat
    Lives in a modest Town house
    In a modest suburb

    The Buddha cat reminds us all
    To look for God in the everyday
    All around us
    If we but have eyes
    To see God everywhere

    The HyperTexts

     

  • All I Know I Learned at BHS

    All I Know I Learned at BHS

    All I know about life I learned at BHS

    April 2019 Poems

    BHS
    BHS

    wiki on Berkeley High School

    all that I know about life
    and how to deal with people

     

    I learned while attending BHS
    in Berkeley, California
    back in the distant 70’s

    so many memories
    so many different people
    from all over the world
    in what was the most multicultural high school
    in the country back then

    4,000 students
    from everywhere in the world
    yet we were all together
    and learned to get along

    I ran for student body president
    and won the election
    no one thought I would win

    For I was a classic nerd
    but somehow I won the election
    and somehow managed
    to keep our little student council
    working together

    in the midst of terrible times
    all around us
    the ending of the Vietnam war
    Watergate and other corruption news

    the 1974 election
    student activism

    in the first high school
    to offer African American studies

    the class that had launched
    the black panther party
    Jimmy Hendrix’s last high school

    I took Latin one of the few public schools
    that still offered Latin
    and was on the debate team

    but always taking a far right wing theme
    as complete mockery
    decades before Stephen Colbert
    perfected it

    yes everything I learned
    in life
    began at Berkeley High School

    Berkeley California

    Growing up in the 60’s
    In Berkeley
    almost 50 years ago

    I think back
    At those turbulent times
    Those crazy wonderful times

    Berkeley is a wonderful place
    In many ways

    Stuck forever in 1967
    A true time travel experience

    Every time I go back
    And relive the memories
    Of the 60’s

    The 60’s never died
    They continue

    In college towns
    Across the world

    And Berkeley
    Remains the mecca
    Of the counter
    cultural revolution

    Many things have changed
    But the organic food revolution
    Became mainstream

    Marijuana spread out
    The sexual revolution
    Became mainstream

    So much of the world
    Is but a reflection
    Of the revolution of the 60’s

    And the conservative
    counter-revolution
    That we are still fighting

    So, I salute
    My homeland
    The center of my universe

    My Name, My Name is John (Jake) Cosmos Aller From Berkeley

    born in Berkeley 64 years ago
    64 trips around the sun

    My middle name
    has nothing to do
    with my being born
    in Berkeley

    although no one believes me
    for it is such a Berkeley Cosmic sort of name
    and suits me now
    as the name of my on line blog
    the world according to Cosmos

    My great grandfather Daniel Aller
    wanted an English translation of the family name
    Aller

    also spelled Eller, Oller, Alhaird
    the family came from Hamburg

    Aller river valley
    and a town called Aller
    founded by Huguenots
    from France

    Daniel found two choices
    Cosmos and Universe
    and chose Cosmos

    as Universe well
    that would have been a very Berkeley name
    and not something that would work
    in Republican conservative Yakima

    so I was born John
    never liked John
    too many Johns in the world

    so I adopted the name Jake
    from a wild assed dream I had

    in high school had a wild dream
    shouting out whoa jake
    jump back jack
    turn around verdiack
    slide aside Clyde
    while riding a horse

    and that became my catch phrase
    called the Whoa Jake kid
    and eventually just Jake

    a few years ago
    I became Cosmos
    when I started publishing
    my poetry

    and so now
    I am just
    Cosmos

    the barge

    A barge
    on lake Anza
    in Tilden Park
    Berkeley, California

    beckoning me
    imploring me
    to dive off
    into the cool water
    of life

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