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  • Calendar Poems

    Calendar Poems

    Calendar Poems

    these are some of my favorite end-of-the year poems. several have been published in Literary Yard and elsewhere..

    2021 Go Away

    Index

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

    corona haiflu and sonnet

    corona haiku

    2021 the Year the world became Unhinged audio clip

    Corona Virus Poems Published

    more corona poems published

    Corona Ghosts

    corona virus revised

    Corona Ghost message

    Corona Ghosts Crash the Party

    more corona virus poems

    Corona Virus is Not God’s Punishment

    Christian Right on Corona

    Corona Virus Pandemic Thoughts

    Index

    Goodbye 2022

    The Bear hosts an end-of-the-year party, Pensively

    New Doors Beginning

    Time Crept on as 2021 Fades Away

    Welcome the New Year with a Kiss

    NYR goals soon forgotten

    Goodbye 2022  (Say in Eight Format)

    Goodby 2022 We Will not Miss You
    Goodbye 2022 Good riddance, we will not miss you
    2024 Year that Was In Cherito Verse Format

    New Year’Wishes

    The cosmic mad storm that was 2021
    Help my New Year’s resolution went terribly wrong
    Grim Last Few Years

    Good-Bye 2021 Good Riddance

    Ten Winter Haiflu *

    2021 Dawns 21 Haiku **
    Cosmos Cosmic Calendar ***

    * published (one) in failed Haiku

    ** Published in Literary Yard

    *** ** Published in Literary Yard

     Good-Bye 2021 Good Riddance

    Reflecting on the last six years

    One cannot but sense

    That momentous things

    Were happening everywhere

     

    2021 was worst than 2020

    And the year before as well

    Nonstop terrifying events

     

    The world seems

    To be spending out

    Of control

    2021 Year That Was

    January

    January normally dawns

    Cold but hopeful

    This year an attempted coup

    Storming of the U.S. Capitol

     

    The new president

    Not accepted by the old

    Half the country

    Believes the big life

     

    February

     

    February continued

    The non-stop political wars

    As COVID continued

    Marching across the land

     

    March

     

    March is not much better

    March madness

    Continued unabated

     

    April

     

    April taxes due

    Other nightmares continued

    COVID vaccination wars

    Continued in the U.S.

    COVID relief passed

    May

     

    May brings little relief

    Constant political battles

    Descends into madness

     

    June

     

    June brings no relief

    People screaming none stop

    As COVID deaths continue

     

    July Economy Begins Recovery

     

    July continues -COVID still spreading

    The economy seems better

    But so many people

    Have checked out

     

    August

     

    No longer

    A month off

    The battles continue

     

    September

     

    Many people

    Dread returning to school

    The economy slowly opens up

    Vaccination mandates

    Vaccinations stalling out

     

    October

     

    It seemed for a bit

    That perhaps COVID

    Was easing up

     

    There was some hope

    In the air

    Perhaps the politicians

    Would finally do the right thing

     

    Way overdue

    inadequate infrastructure bill passed

    Build Back Better stalled

    November

     

    The dreaded COVID

    Mutates again

    Mocking humanity

     

    General Corona still

    On the rampage

     

    30 still refuse to get

    A vaccination

     

    As one thousand people

    A day become Corona Ghosts

     

    December

    Travel restrictions re-emerge

    COVID continues to surge

    Gun violence continues unchecked

    Politicians continue to play game

    As too many people die

     

    Becoming Corona ghosts

    Gun violence ghosts

    Drug overdoes ghosts

    Accident death ghosts

     

    The year of dread finally ends

    With so many ghosts

    Crying in the wind

     

    Ten Winter Haiflu

     

    Winter is coming

    The cold season approaching

    Christmas around the corner

     

    The COVID virus

    Surging everywhere it seems

    Winter of our discontent

     

    The winter rushes

    2022 looms

    Goodbye 2021

     

    2021

    Fading into memory

    Good riddance we all proclaim

     

    Dreading the winter

    Dreading more COVID

    Dreading more Corona Ghosts

     

    Winter depression

    COVID fears re-emerging

    Still more travel restrictions

     

    The winter Starting

    With so many ghosts

    Crying in the wind

    *

    Wintertime for blues

    Blues playing on my YouTube

    Seeing Corona Ghosts Dancing

     

    Wintertime sadness

    Recalling all who have gone

    In this dismal year now past

     

     Winter beginning

    Are the end times coming?

    Revelations coming true?

     

    Dawns 21 Haiku

    2021 Dawns
    Politics are still uncertain.
    thousands still are dying.

    2021 Dawns
    The New president offers.
    Hope new beginning.

    2021 Dawns
    The Madness never ends it seems.
    Consuming us all

    2021 Dawns
    The hope springs enterally
    We will overcome.

    2021 Dawns
    35,000 lies.
    Fading like ghosts

    2021 Dawns
    Politicians still lying.
    Thousands still dying.

    2021 Dawns
    Corona virus spreading
    More corona ghosts.

    2021 Dawns
    There is New hope in the air.
    Will politics kill it?

    2021 Dawns
    The news stills scream death and despair.
    I turn it all off

    2021 Dawns
    As I wake up at dawn
    I see my sleeping wife.

    2021 Dawns
    We wait for the coming fires.
    End of the world fears

    2021 Dawns
    Q continues to spread hate.
    Millions still follow him.

    2021 Dawns
    Will optimism and love?
    Overcome the hate.

    2021 Dawns
    Many questions still remaining.
    I have no answers.

    2021 Dawns
    With hope I leap out of my bed
    Watching TV kills hope

    2021 Dawns
    Will this be the end of my days?
    Will I overcome it?

    2021 Dawns
    2020 hangover
    Like a dark nightmare

    2021 Dawns
    Politicians still refusing.
    To do anything

    2021 Dawns
    The rich are still getting richer.
    The poor remain poor.

    2021 Dawns
    We hope the past will fade away.
    Into dark memories

    2021 Dawns
    I wake up hoping for best.
    Dreading worst to come

    2021 Dawns
    I am still alive thank God.
    Filled with loved for wife.

    ###

    There is a great sense of unrest.

    There is a great sense.
    Of unrest in the land today
    Madness in the air

    Dear Republicans What is Wrong with you?

    Dear Republicans
    What is wrong with you?
    The former president
    Incited a riot.

    Stormed the house.
    Would have killed you.
    If they could have

    And you still defend.
    The former president
    Refusing to hold him to account?

    Do you really want him?
    Running around starting the patriot party
    Launching a jihad against you?

    When you can remove him
    From the game
    And send him home.
    For good

    What the hell is wrong with you
    Just do your job

    Put a stake.
    Through that vampire’s heart
    Kill Trumpism.
    Before it kills you

    ###

    The Revolution Next Time

    A revolution is brewing.
    On the right
    And on the left

    As madness descends on the land
    Incited by rightwing political leaders.

    Inciting riots and rebellion
    Demanding action
    Against their enemies

    While on the left
    Revolution is brewing as well.

    Soon will they unite?
    To march down
    Tearing down democracy

    As our leaders
    Play games.
    As the world descends
    Into chaos

    And the US becomes
    Another failed state

    Until a proverbial man
    On a white horse
    Rides into save us.
    From ourselves?

    The revolution next time
    Will not be pretty.
    As everything burns
    And America dies

    ###

    Zombie Ideas Do Not Die

     

    Zombie Ideas

    Do not die.
    They linger on
    In our collective minds
    Infecting our politics

    Among my favorites
    Are the canard.
    That tax cuts will solve all problems.
    That deregulation will free up business.
    That the free market will solve our problems

    That the government is the problem
    And we must starve the government.
    Of funds
    So, it can do no more harm.
    To our great country

    These and other pernicious
    Fact free alternative facts
    Are spread far and wide.
    Across the right-wing media sphere

    Infecting our politicians
    Leading them to playing games
    Instead of coming together.
    To solve our collective problems

    And now the Republicans are saying.
    In the midst of the worst epidemic in history
    With the US economy slipping into great depression era
    The US cannot afford to spend any more money.
    On combatting the pandemic
    That the Federal government has done enough
    It is up to the states to solve their problem.

    Because of deficit spending
    Which they did not care about
    Before the change in command

    Now the federal government is broke.
    But we cannot ask the billionaire class.
    To pay a dime more in taxes
    In fact, we need to cut taxes more.

    So, we go.
    These zombie ideas
    Mutating and spreading
    Infecting our politics
    With madness

    Making it impossible to govern
    As things fall apart

    Let us put a Death.
    to zombie ideas
    Put a stake through them.
    Opening up the truth

    Coming together
    To do the people’s business
    That is what we must all do.

     

    2024 Year that Was In Cherito Verse Format

     

    January

     

    Very cold weather

     

    Trump way ahead

    Democrats panicking

     

    Things progressing at home

    Daily writing

    Daily piano playing

     

    February

     

    Stayed low

     

    Hibernating the winter way

    Cold weather

     

    Politics unsettled

    Constant turmoil

    Trump nails the republican race.

     

    March

     

    Cold and blistering weather

     

    Unsettled times

    Doctos on strike

     

    Angela’s indoscopy

    Everything is on track

    We are in good shape.

     

    April

     

    Went to Japan

     

    Earthquake

    blasted us awake

     

    Finished tour

    Returned home to Korea

    Doctor’s strike continuing.

     

    May

     

    Returned to Oregon

     

    Started renovations

    Went to DC

     

    Returned

    Renovations proceeding

    And AIRBNB as well.

    June

     

    Big turmoil

     

    Debate showed Biden was out of it

    Trump came off as Trumpian

     

    Shocking news Biden steps down

    Harris rushes to replace him

    Wondering will it be enough?

     

    July

     

    What a month

    Democrats and Republican conventions

     

    What a contrast

    Watched Olympics

     

    And the conventions.

    Went to the gym daily

    Getting ready for the reunion blues.

     

    August

     

    Hot weather in Medford

     

    Political turmoil

    Far Far away in DC

     

    Renovations continuing project

    Almost finished.

    Went to gym every day

     

    September

     

    I watched the big debate

     

    with God’s podcaster’s commentary.

    Trump acting crazy, talking shit about pet-eating Haitians.

     

    But no knockout blow

    So election drama continues.

    Renovations are finishing up.

     

    October

     

    Constant turmoil.

     

    Finished renovations in Medford.,

    Who is ahead? who is behind?

     

    Celebrated 69 birthday, won 250 dollars in Indian Casino.

    Returned home for BHS HS reunion, I met my first girlfriend there.

    50 years after graduation, still got it going on.

    November

    Shocking election results

     

    Democrats fought hard

    But in the end, they came up short.

     

    Political chaos ensures

    Game blaming continues unabated

    Had a nice Thanksgiving in Medford.

     

    December

     

    Political chaos

     

    Political chaos continues

    In Korea short-term martial law

     

    President Impeached

    Chaos in US

    Nice to be back home

     

    Note on form

     

    The cherito form is a Malaysian verse form

     

    Six lines

     

    One line

     

    Two lines

     

    Three lines

     

    Tells a complete story

     

    Here I start with big picture events

    Then end with personal note

     

    End of the year Wishes

    At the end of the year,
    2021 came and went.
    Time crept on.
    The past fading into memories.
    Time marching on
    Into the future.
    2022 dawning.
    With hope and fear
    Dreading the future,
    We anticipate
    The coming New Year,
    Hoping it will be better
    Then that horrific freak show
    That was 2021.

    cosmos’s cosmic calendar

    Cosmos’s Cosmic Calendar

    January

    January arrives cold as death warmed over
    As I make my annual list of resolutions
    Of the great things I would do
    The lies I tell myself to keep me going

    While recovering from the hangover of the year before
    With regrets for the evitable passing of time itself

    And snow bound cold nights of wild passion
    As we delay death’s knocking on the door

    February

    February is a strange month
    Cold, short and eventful

    In the U.S. The political season heats up
    As politicians rush about
    Making their campaign lies
    Full of promises of things to come

    As we the 99 % huddle down inside
    Watching the lies on TV
    Outside Winter’s last dying breath

    March

    March roars in full of sound and furry
    Signifying the future marching down upon us all

    And March madness hits the sports world
    And politicians meet to plot and scheme

    As we bravely battle the cosmic elements
    Waiting for the promised spring
    Hay fever greets me
    With the early spring flowers

    April

    April is indeed the cruelest month of all
    So many important events occurred
    Kim Il Sung’s Birthday, Hitler’s Birthday

    And in the U.S. the dreaded tax man cometh
    To take it all away as the flowers overwhelm

    And Spring Fever takes hold
    Driving us all mad
    With strange erotic desires

    May

    May is in many ways
    My second favorite month of all

    The flowers are blooming bright
    The mountains are aflame with desire
    The summer heat is coming

    The plans for the year are coming along
    The political campaigns heat up

    And good movies come out
    Star wars arrived
    Spider man and superman and batman

    All came out to play
    In late May
    And baseball begins in earnest

    And most importantly
    My wife was born

    June

    June is always a month of transition
    End of the school year
    Summer transfer season
    People leaving people coming

    Hurricanes and Tornados attacking
    And wars starting and people dying

    As fire flies buzz about
    And rabbits eat my garden

    As the summer heat descends upon the land
    I walk late at night

    Recalling that Watergate
    Occurred in June

    July

    July is the queen of the summer season
    As she heats up the land
    Throwing storm after summer storm

    And politicians  run away
    After the July forth fireworks

    Man landed on the moon
    Richard Nixon Left the White House

    And we all know that half the year
    Has flown by

    August

    So much has happened
    During the hottest most hellish of months
    Despite the summer sauna that descends upon the land
    Enervating all driving people mad with the heat

    World War 1 started
    World War 11 ended

    Hiroshima ushered in the nuclear age

    Hurricanes Katrina and Harvey
    And tornado ally
    All roar down upon the land

    And I met the love of my life
    Getting off a bus
    One August evening

    September

    What can one say about September
    Like June a month of transitions

    And one is filled with ambition
    Wanting to finish up what one started
    Before the fall arrives
    And Winter is hinting it is coming

    School starts
    New jobs start
    New people come into one’s life

    And like August’s hangover
    Big earth shattering events happen

    The fall of the stock market
    The housing bubble bursting

    The endless budget games
    As the politicians argue
    Whether to bankrupt the country
    To make a political point or two

    And 9-11 terrorizing the world
    All September’s gifts to the land

    October

    October is my favorite month of all
    The leaves turn
    The weather is usually delightful

    Just a tease of the coming winter
    Fall ball season underway
    Baseball games and Halloween madness
    ends the month with a huge bang

    And I celebrate my legal birth on the 29th
    Also the day I legally got married

    And on the October 30 1955 I was born
    And Rock n Roll was born as well
    Coincidence I think not

    November

    November is one of the strange months
    Begins like a hangover of October
    Then it turns ugly and weird

    Political fever hits the land
    Every two years

    As the people brave the early November chill
    To decide what fools they will send to DC
    The politicians lie and scheme and plot
    And beg and lie again

    And the world turns
    And the new leaders emerge

    Welcome the new Bosses
    Same as the old bosses
    Just new packaging

    And Donald Trump storms the barricades
    Threatening the establishment’s strangle hold
    On America and the world

    Yes November is a strange month

    December

    Perhaps the loneliness month of all
    The most consequential of all the months
    And yet also the most depressing  end of time
    Kind of month

    If the apocalypse zombie or otherwise
    Were to occur
    It would be in December
    That is the sort of insane month it is

    The end of the year
    As darkness settles down on the land

    And holiday parties abound
    Full of false cheer
    And faked love

    And for those who don’t celebrate Christmas
    A lonely day perhaps at the movies
    A few awkward calls to the relatives

    Then New Years
    Watching the world end
    Drinking up a storm

    And knowing that the year ended
    And you are one step closer to the grave

    calendar haiku

    cosmic calendar
    cosmic calendar

    January

    January Dawning
    Polar vortex abounding
    Winter continues

    February

    February ends
    With war breaking out
    Invasion of Ukraine

    March

    March madness continues
    The war intensifies

    COVID fears fading

    April

    April fears intensify
    The taxman cometh for us
    Deadly Yellow Dust

    May

    May ends with her birthday
    Preparing to travel again
    Ready to see the world

    June

    Time to go back home
    See my homeland again
    Berkeley beckoning me

    July

    This year I want to go
    To Boston and check it out
    Just because I have not been there

    August

    Hope to spend August
    In Oregon and Northern California
    Before the fire season burns it up

    September

    September memories
    40 years ago I met her
    When she walked out of my dreams

    October

    Always feel a bit pensive
    During my birthday month
    Want to spend it in Paris

    November

    November wants to return
    To Korea for a while
    Avoiding the US. election madness

    December

    Hope to spend the year-end
    In Thailand, Vietnam
    Cambodia, Laos for the winter

    Korean Winter Blues

    Korean winters
    Are shorter than before
    Impact of climate change

    Can get very cold
    As Siberian winds
    Blow in from Russia

    Putting the whole country
    Under a deep freeze
    Polar vortex

    It does not snow
    Too much
    Except in the mountains

    The coldest day
    I ever experienced
    Was in Korea
    Back in 1979

    The AFKN radio announcer
    Said it was minus 70
    That morning.

    Cold Winter Haiku

    as the sun rises
    I watch the news unfolding –
    cold winter morning

    Hayfever Season Haiku

    Drinking morning coffee, thinking of my love
    Watching the dismal news of the day
    Filling me with such dark dangerous dismay

    thinking back on the freaky horrid year
    The cosmic mad storm that was 2021
    Wondering what will become of us now
    the future year 2022 rushing at us.

    Help my New Year’s resolution went terribly wrong

    Help my New Year’s resolution went terribly wrong

    I resolved to travel this last year
    COVID put a stop
    To most of my plans
    Finally, got a short trip
    To the U.S.

    Before the latest COVID disasters
    Also made a resolution
    To quit obsessing
    About the former guy
    Let it go.

    But so far I have failed
    The orange man
    Still haunting my nightmares

    I resolve to make
    The next year
    A much better year
    Than the horror show
    Of the last Five years..

     

    Grimm Last Few Years

    trump
    trump

    Take a look back
    At the horrible last five years,
    There is only one person
    We can blame.

    The man in charge

    of the horror freak show!
    Donald J Trump,

    Your date
    With fate is coming due.
    The Grim Reaper

    is coming for your soul.

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    Substack

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    Substack Podcast

    https://open.substack.com/pub/jakecosmosaller/p/2024-the-year-that-was?r=3i9lm&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web&showWelcomeOnShare=true

    Spotify Podcast

    https://creators.spotify.com/pod/show/j-cosmos/episodes/2024-the-Year-That-Was-e2sfl3t

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

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

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

    This is the fifth and final batch of my April Poetry Madness challenge poems, (for April 21 to April 25), following daily prompts supplied by Poetry Superhighway, Writer’s Digest, Writing Com Dew Drop Inn, and NaPoWriMo. I am not posting any more PSH poems, as I need to keep some unpublished for future submissions.

    I have included the poem, the prompt, and occasionally a bonus poem or comment or two. I am also cross-posting this on  All Poetry, Blog Lovin, Cosmos Funnel,  Facebook, Fan Story, Instagram, LinkedIn, Medium, Substack, Wattpad, Writer’s Digest, Writing Com, and Twitter. This is probably my last time doing this. Just getting too old to keep up.

    You can find my previous entries here:

    April 1 to April 6 Poems 2024 Poetry Madness

    April Poetry Madness 2024 April 7 to April 14

    PSH April 2023 Poems

    April 2023 Poems

    Writers Digest April 2023 Poems

    Comments are welcomed but keep it civil.

    Part One

    April 1

    PSH Ode to Durian

    WD  Optimistic Letourneau

    WC Dew Drop Inn

    Easter Bunny -warm up March 31

    Sarang pabo love fool

    NaPoWrMo Springtime Flowers Blooming Love

    April 2

    PSH The Words of the Year 1955 PSH

    WD Sad and happy days

    WC Dew Drop Inn

    NaPoWrMo  Cage

    NaPoWrMo It Can’t Happen Here

     

    April 3

    Berkeley Mad Pyscotic Pineapple Burns Sonnet

    PSH 2 AI Version Traditional Sonnet

    WD  My Musical Street

    WC Dew Drop Inn

    NaPoWrMo  Ode to Coffee

     

    April 4, 2024

    PSH The Cosmic Dog from Goa

    WD Don’t Make a Mistake Vote for Jake

    WC Ending Daily Shaving in Retirement

    NaPoWrMo The Parliament of Owls Decree Death to All Humans

    AV version The Parliament of Owls Decree Death to All Humans

     

    April 5, 2024

    PSH Love Expressed Through Food

    WD Tell Me No Lies

    WC Make Baseball Great Again!

    NaPoWrMo Resurrecting the Dodo Bird

    April 6

     PSH  Cosmic Dog From Goa

    WD  Meeting My Fate Minimum Poem

    WC Daily Ritual Drinks

    NaPoWrMo Only In SF

     

    Part Two

     April 7

     

    PSH  Visiting My Father’s Grave

    Bonus: Yakima Dessert Blues

    WD Meeting My Fate Minimum Poem

    WC  Why Trump?

    NaPoWrMo  Planetary Nut Re-Configuration Program

     

    April  8

     

    PSH Area Codes

    WD  My Lucky Number

    WC Economic Perception Delay

    NaPoWrMo  Wish You Were Here

     

    April  9

    PSH  Dearly Beloved

    WD the Major Event of My Life

    WC Death to All Humans

    NaPoWrMo My Dysfunctional Family

     

    April 10

     

    PSH You Can’t Write That!

    WD Better Political Discourse Needed

    WC Green Trees Don’t Make It

    AI Bing Version

    NaPoWrMo  Ode to My Coffee Pot

     

    April 11

     PSH Quote Poem About 9-11

    WD Crazy Love Nonet

    WC April 11—Eclipse/d two Lunatic Lune Poems about the Eclipse

    NaPoWrMo   Tribute to John Dean

     

    April 12

    PSH  Subway Journey

    WD Old Man Lost In His Old Memories

    WC  Civil War 2.0

    NaPoWrMo  11 One Liners

     

    April 13

    PSH First Time to Eat Kimchi

    WD Five Trumpian Humor Poetic Fragments

    WC April 13—Discovery Shooting Down the Alien Visitors

    NaPoWrMo  Saga of Big Daddy

     

    April 14

    PSH  99 Haiku TBC

    WD life worth Living

    WC  Tech Peeves

    NaPoWrMo  Shy Man Fishing

     

    Part Three  

     

    Not posting PSH saving them as “unpublished)

     

    Writer Digest Poems  

    April 15  New Middle Poem  Middle Of Political Silly Season In The U.S.  Trigger Warning Mild Political Rant

    April 16 Trump Shardona Poem

    April 17 New Tuesday prompt write a Shadorma poem about recent tech layoffs CEO To Labor Units of Production Shardona – You are Not Wanted

    April 18  WD pessimistic Poem -not the Way to Fire People New Rules in the New Corporation World

    April 19 Emotion Poem -fears of falling

    April 20 The circus bear escapes

    Bear in collar  hears praise while rambling

    alt. bonus poem Met And Married My Dream Lady

     Writing Com Dew Drop Inn Prompts

     WC April 15 Lament  Drifting Towards Civil War 2.0

    WC Prove Something – God’s Demented Sense of Humor

    WC Question something -The basic  decency and sanity of Americans

    WC Scumbagology

    WC Comedy – The Donald Trump Show is Getting Old

     

    NaPoWriMo Prompts

    April 15

    My stamp collection

    April 16

    Late Night Earthquake Blues

    April 17

    What is Hip?

    April 18 It’s A Dog’s Life for Me

    April 19

    Hunting the Monsters in Hell

    Day 20  Trail of Tears – My Family Connection

    Part four

    Writer’s Digest Prompts

    April 21 Romantic Trope -Fairy Tale Romance

    April 22 Gaii’s Calls for Revenge Against Humanity Earth Day Nightmare

    April 23 Donald Trump’s Trials the Heart of the Matter

    April 24 Maximum Cruelty in the Name of Jesus in the Point

    April 25 Insight into Trump Incite  Homonym Poem

    Writing Com Dew Drop Inn Prompts

     April 21—Salient  Image (poem based on one concrete thing you remember at day’s end) Seeing My Wife

    April 22— Serio-comic dilemma -Election Choices Trigger Warning -Anti-Trump Rant!

    April 23—Let Shakespeare be your inspiration – Fairy Tale Romance
    April 24—Unexplored Desire  Rule of Ten
    April 25 TV Show Rocky and Bullwinkle background info

    NaPoWriMo Poems

    April 21 News Gives Me the Blues

    April 22 Coffee and Tea endless argument – which is better?

    April 23 Batman Feeling the Blues Kojiki Poem

    April 24 the Dream of the Sphinx

    April 25 Proust Questionnaire

     Part Five

    Writers Digest Prompts

    Day 26 Life as a Coffee Pot

    April 27 Old Man Lost In His Memories -Cornish Sonnet re-mix

    April 27  Old Man Lost in his memories

    April 28 I saw my Father Die Double Cinquain

    April 29 Until the end of time

    April 30 Beginning Of My Life Dream Cherita

    Writing Com Dew Drop Inn Prompts

    April 26—Noise  Now My Home Korea

    April 27—Beauty Korean Land of K Beauties

    April 28  Secrets Diplomatic Secrets to Take to My Grave

    April 29—The sense of an ending End of Trump Reality TV Show?

    NaPoWriMo Prompts

    Day 26 “Nattering Nabobs of Negativity April Poetry

    Day 27 Insomnia Blues An American Sonnet

    April 28 Meeting Dream Girl Sijo

    April 29 Saga of Big Daddy

    April 30 The Grim Reaper Gathers His Posse

    Begin Poems

    Writer’s Digest

    Day 26 Life as a Coffee Pot

    coffee
    coffee

     

     

     

     

     

    If I were to come back

    As an inanimate object,

    I would come back

    As a coffee pot.

     

    Giving pleasure

    Every morning

    To my master and friends.

     

    As they enjoy the fresh coffee,

    That is my Buddha nature

    To make for them.

     

    For today’s prompt, write a persona poem. A persona poem is just a poem narrated in the voice of a persona who is not yourself. Like I could write a persona poem in the voice of Batman or SpongeBob SquarePants or an abandoned payphone beside an abandoned gas station (which I just might do) or a stray cat. Pick someone or something, take on its persona, and write

     

    2024 April PAD Challenge: Day 28

    Remix title: Old Man Lost In His Old Memories

     converted to Cornish Sonnet form

    Sam Adams thought about that date.

    On a fine date in September.

    For that was the day he met his fate.

    Sparks flew from heart to heart.

    A date he would always remember.

    She soon became his sweetheart.

     

    When he saw on the bus he knew

    That she would be his forever.

    And that he would never feel blue.

    As long as she was by his side.

    He vowed they would be happy forever

    As long as she was by his bedside.

     

    Sam Adams thought about that date.

    On a fine date in September.

    The Cornish Sonnet is said by an internet source to be influenced by Arab traders to the Cornish coast . This verse form appears to be a merging of Arabic meter and the sonnet. Exactly when and how this came about I have yet to pin down. Early Cornish verse is fragmented and stingy at best. The earliest literature in the Cornish language were fragments of religious plays. The language became all but extinct by the 18th century but what was preserved demonstrates some verse in octaves using 7 syllable loose trochaic lines and alternating rhyme. Unlike verse from other Celtic origins, deliberate use of alliteration or other devices of “harmony of sound” are not present. This sonnet form doesn’t fit with these early findings so I can only assume that it arrived on the scene much later than originally presumed.

    The elements of the Cornish Sonnet are:

    1. lyrical meditation.
    2. quatorzain, 2 sestetsmade up of linked enclosed tercets, followed by a refrain which is the repeat of the first line of each sestet.
    3. metered at the discretion of the poet, lines should be of similar length.
    4. rhymed Ababcc Defdef AD The first line of each sestet are repeated in refrain in the last couplet.
    5. The sonnet can be written with an alternate rhyme scheme aaabcbc defdef CF In this scenario the last line of each sestet is repeated in refrain in the last couplet.

    I opted to not use traditional meter as I generally don’t handle that well for some reason

     

    original poem about old man lost in his memories – spelling out his memories of meeting his wife

    Memories

    Of past events

    Yesterdays

    Overwhelming

    An old man

    Lost in his past

    Can’t sleep at 0 dark hundred.

     

    Note:  “ O dark hundred” is military/intel jargon referring to the time  two to three hours  before dawn when operatives get up to get ready for dawn operations.  Depending on the location and time of year it is between 2 a.m. to 5 a.m.

     

    for me is 3 a.m. and 5 a.m. when I get the insomnia blues.

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

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

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

    For today’s prompt, write a remix poem. Just remix one of your poems. It could be from earlier in this month or even from before this challenge. But take one of your already existing poems and remix it. If it’s a sonnet, make it free verse. If it’s free verse, try turning it into a triolet or villanelle. Have fun with it.

    April 28 Dead Poem I saw my Father Die Double Cinquain

    Curtis Cosmos Aller, Jr
    Curtis Cosmos Aller, Jr

     

     

     

     

     

     

    Visiting My Father’s Grave

    My father died.

    when i saw my dad lying there.

    I sensed his soul departing from his dead body.

    It was as if a light had gone out, his soul escaped from his life.

    I knew death then.

    Prompt:
    We are going to start Poetry Week with the Double Cinquain.

    Information can be found here: “Cinquain, Double

    One stanza – just five lines.

    Topic is yours to choose.

     

    On an Internet search for new poetry forms, I found the Double Cinquain. The structure is quite the same, compared with the Cinquain, only the syllables have doubled.

    How did the Cinquain go?

    xx
    xxxx
    xxxxxx
    xxxxxxxx
    xx

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

    xxxx
    xxxxxxxx
    xxxx xxxxxxxx
    xxxxxxxx
    xxxx

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

    For today’s prompt, write a dead poem. Back on day 13, we wrote living poems. Now, we’re going to inspect the other side of that coin. A dead poem could take place at a funeral or involve a wilting flower that’s already been picked. Or it could involve the undead (like zombies and vampires). Or maybe a dead language, a dead culture, or as some people like to say, they’re just “dead inside.”

    2024 April PAD Challenge: Day 29 Until the End of Time  Tripple Cherita Poem

    lovers kissing
    lovers kissing

     

     

     

     

     

     

    I will love you from now

     

    Until The end of time.

    and beyond death

     

    When we met, we both knew

    we were Soul mates

    Who were fated to meet.

     

    Our love was stronger

     

    Then time and space

    And we found each other

     

    As we looked at each other

    Sparks flew between heart-to-heart

    As we stared at each other

     

    With love blazing from your eyes.

     

    You hypnotized me

    Mesmerized me

     

    You put a spell on me

    You love Mojo working overtime.

    And I knew that I was yours.

     

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

    Tomorrow is the final day of this challenge but remember: This challenge ain’t over until it’s over, so…

    For today’s prompt, take the phrase “Until (blank),” replace the blank with a new word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Possible titles might include: “Until the End of Time,” “Until the Cows Come Home,” “Until I Finish This Poem,” and/or “Until You Get Your Chores Done.”

     

    2024 April PAD Challenge: Day 30 Beginning Of My Life Dream Cherita

     

    My life

     

    Began one day

    In September.

     

    When my dream lady

    Walked off a bus

    Into my life.

     

    Write a poem every day of April with the 2024 April Poem-A-Day Challenge. For today’s prompt, we have our fifth (and final) Two-for-Tuesday prompt.

    Today is our fifth (and final) Two-for-Tuesday prompt, and also the final prompt of the 2024 April Poem-A-Day Challenge. But it’s not the final prompt(s) of the year, because we’ll get back to Wednesday Poetry Prompts every week beginning tomorrow, and I am planning to lead the 17th annual November Poem-A-Day Chapbook Challenge in November (look for the guidelines in October).

    For today’s Two-for-Tuesday prompt:

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

     

    Writing Com Dew Drop Inn Prompts

    April 26—Noise  Now My Home Korea

     

    map of three kingdoms

    When I first came

    To South Korea in 1979

    To do my Peace Corps duty

    In a rural country town,

     

     

    I thought that the old name

    Of Korea

    “the land of the morning calm”

    Was absurd.

     

    Korea was a noisy place

    From early morning on.

     

    Cars, horns, radio TV blaring

    People talking to crowds everywhere

    At night people drink and dine.

     

    And loudspeakers

    Blasting you awake

    At 6 a.m.

     

    And during elections

    Sound trucks everywhere.

     

    Now 45 years later

    It is my home

     

    No longer noisy

    Chaotic exotic place

    Just home.

     

    April 27—Beauty Korean Land of K Beauties

    lovers in the rain
    lovers in the rain

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    I live in Korea

    The land of plastic surgery

    K beauty products.

     

    Korean women are

    Among the most beautiful

    Woman in the world.

     

    The cult of the beautiful

    Everywhere you go

    You see beautiful women

    And men on the street,

     

    And I realized I married

    The most beautiful woman

    In the world,

     

    When I met and married

    My Dream lady.

    April 28  Secrets Diplomatic Secrets to Take to My Grave

     

    I worked for 27 years

    as a US diplomat

    and witnessed a lot of things

    that were and are considered

    secrets.

     

    – and we are trained

    to keep these secrets

    secret.

     

    and I will no doubt die

    and take some secrets

    to my grave.

    April 29—The sense of an ending End of Trump Reality TV Show?

     

     

     

    While watching the Trump trials

    I sense an ending

    To the Trump Reality TV show.

     

    As he is revealed to be

    What he is

    Nothing but a charlatan

    A con man, a grifter.

     

    And he is not the King

    Not a dictator, and not a genius,

     

    He seems to be just a tired old man

    Finally, being held accountable.

     

    For decades of alleged misconduct

    Fraudulent business and political

    Crimes include inciting a riot.

     

    Stealing national secrets

    And so many over.

     

    Yet the polls show

    He could become our next President

     

    Perhaps I am seeing the end

    Of democracy playing out

    On my TV screen?

     

    Dear God, I pray

    Make it all go way

    Retire Trump from the game

    April 30 Poem About Poetry Why Do I Write?

    Why Do I write

    These poems every day?

     

    Why do I spend so much time

    Writing down these verses

    That few will ever see?

    Why do I bother?

     

    The only answer is because

    I must write daily

    My inner muse compels me

    And I have to write down

    These mad thoughts.

     

    And share them

    With the world

    Even if no one reads them

    Other than my wife

    And some of my friends.

     

    I have no choice

    That is what I am.

     

    I am just a writer,

    And a mad poet

    At heart.

     

    NaPoWriMo Prompts

    Day 26 “Nattering Nabobs of Negativity April Poetry

     

    (Original Caption) 8/22/1972-Miami Beach, Florida: President Richard Nixon will be inaugurated for a second term on Jan. 20, 1973. Nixon and Vice President Spiro T. Agnew wave and smile to the audience of the 1972 Republican National Convention after they acknowledged their re-nomination.

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    Before there was Donald Trump’s tirade

    Against the false fraudulent fake news

    Enemies of the people

     

    For being a “lying liberal leftwing lunatic “

    Peddling “fake fraudulent falsehoods”

    Fake false news.

     

    There was Nixon and Agnew’s crusade

    Against their enemies

    In the so-called Liberal media

     

    VP Agnew who resigned

    To avoid going to prison

    Before Nixon’s downfall

    Was famous for his quotes

     

    One of his best quotes

    Was this little gem

    Filled with alliteration

     

    He called out the press

    For being

    “Nattering Nabobs of Negativity.”

    Happy final Friday of Na/GloPoWriMo, everyone!

    Our featured participant for the day is Words With Ruth, where we get a dating profile in response to Day 25’s Proust Questionnaire prompt.

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

    And now for our (optional) prompt. Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem that involves alliterationconsonance, and assonanceAlliteration is the repetition of a particular consonant sound at the beginning of multiple words. Consonance is the repetition of consonant sounds elsewhere in multiple words, and assonance is the repetition of vowel sounds. Traci Brimhall’s poem “A Group of Moths” provides a great example of these poetic devices at work, with each line playing with different sounds that seem to move the poem along on a sonorous wave.

     

    Your poem doesn’t have to be as complex as all that, though. Just pick a consonant or two and a vowel and dive right into the wonderful world (hey, there’s some alliteration/consonance/assonance right there) of sound.

    •  Presidency:
      • In 1968, Richard Nixon asked Agnew to place his name in nomination for the vice presidency, and he became Nixon’s running mate.
      • Agnew gained national recognition for his colorful speeches denouncing Vietnam War protesters and other opponents of the Nixon administration.
      • He was despised by many Democrats but pleased Republicans with his rhetoric.
    • Resignation:
      • Agnew’s downfall began in 1973 when he was investigated for extortion, bribery, and income-tax violations related to his tenure as governor of Maryland.
      • Faced with federal indictments, he resigned on October 10, 1973, becoming the second person to resign the vice presidency (after John C. Calhoun in 1832) and the first to do so under duress.
    • Death: Spiro Agnew passed away on September 17, 1996, in Berlin, Maryland.

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

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

     

    Day 27 Insomnia Blues An American Sonnet

     

    At o dark hundred hours

    I am  often still wide awake

    As I go down rabbit holes

    Imagining dark imaginings

    Playing endless what-if games

    What if I have cancer

    What if I have Alzheimers

    What if I the big earthquake quakes

    What if the big volcano blows up

    What if I die in a fiery plane crash

    What if I am shot and killed

    What if Trump launches Fascism

    And arrests me for my blogging?

    The dawning sun blasts me out of my bed.

    A very happy twenty-seventh day of Na/GloPoWriMo to you all.

    Today, our featured daily participant is Peregrine Buffington, where you’ll not only find a lot of alliteration, consonance, and assonance in response to Day 26’s prompt, but you’ll find it in abecedarian form.

    Our featured resource for the day is Poetry Pause, the “daily dispatch” of the League of Canadian Poets.

    And now for our prompt – optional, as always!  Today we’d like to challenge you to write an “American sonnet.” What’s that? Well, it’s like a regular sonnet but . . . fewer rules? Like a traditional Spencerian or Shakespearean sonnet, an American sonnet is shortish (generally 14 lines, but not necessarily!), discursive, and tends to end with a bang, but there’s no need to have a rhyme scheme or even a specific meter.

    April 28, 2024 Meeting Dream Girl Sijo

    On that date,

    In September, I met my fate.

    When she came to life.

    We met first in my nightly dreams

    I knew I had  met

    My soul mate.

     

    based on my true love story.

     

    Finally, our optional prompt for the day asks you to try your hand at writing a sijo. This is a traditional Korean verse form. A sijo has three lines of 14-16 syllables. The first line introduces the poem’s theme, the second discusses it, and the third line, which is divided into two sentences or clauses, ends the poem – usually with some kind of twist or surprise.

     

    You could also write a sijo in six lines – at least when it comes to translating classical sijo into English, translators seem to have developed this habit, as you can see from these translations of poems by Jong Moong-Ju and U Tak.

     

    April 29  Clandestine – Saga of Big Daddy

     

     

     

     

     

     

    photo created by Bing Co-Pilot

     

    Big Daddy lived in the shadow worlds

    in the clandestine underground.

     

    He was an ex-University of Arkansas

    And Dallas Cowboy player.

     

    Who had worked for the CIA

    After the agency fired him

    For murdering enemies

    Of the state at home.

     

    In contravention of agency rules,

    But they retained his services

    From time to time.

     

    He became a legendary figure
    He was a cipher, a ghost,
    a Machiavellian intel operative

    A spy, a spook, a secret agent man,

    living in the clandestine shadows..

    No one knew his real name
    Called him Big Daddy.
    Or his latest covert name.
    And he had hundreds
    Of cover legends.

    He officially did not exist,
    As his agency had officially
    Terminated him years ago.

    He now worked for an agency
    That did not exist.
    The same agency
    That had terminated his legal existence
    For matters of national security.

    He lived in the

    clandestine Shadowlands
    Of the third world.

    In nameless hellhole slums
    And clandestine,  dark,

    secret dungeons.

    Where he would do what needed
    To be done
    Killing those that needed killing
    At the instructions
    Of his unseen masters.

    He was just a rumor
    Living in the shadow worlds
    working for a clandestine

    unnamed agency

    that did not exist.

    An intel operative
    The best of the best at what he did
    Which was creative interrogation.

    His favorite choice
    Was the creative use of
    An electric shock,
    Imaginary or not

    But sometimes
    It had an outcome
    An unimaginable outcome.

    His worst nightmare
    The victim is released

    And sues him
    And the agencies
    That he worked for.

    But so far
    It has not happened
    As no one knew
    His real name

    And the government
    Did not know too.

    So justice
    was never served
    On Big Daddy.

    April 30

    And now for our optional prompt. If you’ve been paying attention to pop-music news over the past couple of weeks, you may know that Taylor Swift has released a new double album titled “The Tortured Poets Department.” In recognition of this occasion, Merriam-Webster put together a list of ten words from Taylor Swift songs. We hope you don’t find this too torturous yourself, but we’d like to challenge you to select one these words and write a poem that uses the word as its title.

     Clandestine

    Song Title/Album: “illicit affairs” / folklore

    Lyric: “And that’s the thing about illicit affairs / And clandestine meetings and longing stares”

    Definition: done in a private place or way done secretly

    About the Word: Clandestine is an adjective that is often used as a substitute for secret and covert, and it is commonly applied to actions that involve secrecy maintained for an evil, illicit (as in “illicit affairs”), or unauthorized purpose. It comes to English by way of Middle French, from Latin clandestine, which is itself from Latin clam, meaning “secretly.” Although people involved in clandestine activities tend to clam up when asked about them, the bivalve clam has no relation to the Latin clam, but comes instead from the Old English word clam, meaning “bond” or “fetter.”

    Machiavellian

    Song Title/Album: “Mastermind” / Midnights

    Lyric: “I’m only cryptic and Machiavellian ‘because I care”

    Definition: using clever lies and tricks in order to get or achieve something : clever and dishonest

    About the Word: While inspiring an adjective (such as Swiftian) may seem like a fine way to achieve linguistic immortality, it must be said that many words taken from people’s names are not as complimentary. Machiavellian—which describes things marked by cunning, duplicity, or bad faith—comes from the Italian political philosopher Niccolò Machiavelli (1469-1527), the author of the most famous treatise on bare-knuckled politics ever published, The Prince, which brought him a reputation as an immoral cynic and even a teacher of evil.

    April 30 The Grim Reaper Gathers His Posse

    cheating death
    cheating death

     

     

     

     

     

    It was Halloween night
    A night that all the denizens
    Of hell loved.

    For on that night
    All of hell would break out.

    They would celebrate their annual escape
    On Halloween, they are allowed
    To go to the surface sunlit lands.

    For a night of drinking,
    Drugging and wilding
    As bad craziness descends
    Upon the land.

    The Grim Reaper and his posse
    Dressed up as cosmic court jesters
    Dressed as fools.

    They descended upon the world
    And a night of chaos fell upon the land.
    Thousands died, as the Grim Reaper
    Added to his quota.

    Bonus kills were bonus points.
    He returned to hell with his minions,

    And the souls of the dead
    Who soon became mere ghosts.
    Their voices crying in the wind
    Echoing through time.

     

    And now for our last prompt of the year – optional, as always! Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem in which the speaker is identified with, or compared to, a character from myth or legend, as in  Claire Scott’s poem “Scheherazade at the Doctor’s Office.”

    The End

     

  • Bear Creek Haiku

    Bear Creek Haiku

    Bear Creek Haiku has published four of my “Color” haiku

    For links to Bear Creek  see:

    haiku see https://bearcreekhaiku.blogspot.com/

    https://fanstory.com/displaystory.jsp?id=1060976

    https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/24936007-bear-creek-haiku-anthology
    http://misfitmagazine.net/archive/No-31/nielsen.html

    to read more of my haiku-like short poetry see the following:

    Pure Haiku Published Haiku

    Cosmos’s Cheritas and Haiku

    literary Yard Updates

    for my love poems see the following:

    Blessed with Love Publishes Love Poems

    Cosmos Love Poems

    5-7-7 Love Poem

    City Limits Publishes Love Poems

    Love Poems from Snarling Cup of Coffee Chapbook Collection, 2nd posting

    Dreamgirl re-published

    Pink

     

     

     

     

     

     

    Pink cherry trees
    Snowing all around me
    Love in the springtime

    Green

    poet in springtime
    poet in springtime

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    Green trees in Springtime
    Smiling at walking lovers
    Filling them with awe

    Black

    black cat
    black cat

     

     

     

     

     

    A cosmic black cat
    Stares at me with jet black eyes
    Just a Buddha cat

    White

    deer in snow
    deer in snow

     

     

     

     

     

    White snow consumes us
    During the intense winter
    Climate change is now

    Page 17 in printed version

    Other recent unpublished Haiku like Poems include:

    Met My Fate 160 Poem Form

    I met my fate
    That date
    In September,
    A date I shall always remember.
    When I saw her there,
    Sparks flew from heart to heart.
    And I knew she was going to be mine.

    160 Character Max Poem Form

    Water 160 Poem Form

    Water everywhere
    Water surrounds us
    Nurtures us brings us
    Life itself

    But few of us
    Ever think about water

    And what we would do
    When the water runs out
    And the earth becomes
    A desert devoid of life.

    Sam Adam’s Final Wish Jisei Poem Fan Story Prompt

    Sam Adam’s last wish
    Was to die in Berkeley
    His spiritual home

     

     

    My Mother Haiku

    My mother was unique
    A real free spirit at heart
    I miss her always

    Berkeley Calling Me Home Haiku Fan Story Prompt

     

     

     

     

    My Berkeley
    Calling me to come home
    Die in my homeland

    Sextet Love Fan Story Prompt

    My life has been a dream
    almost unreal
    A real fairy tale
    Filled with romance
    an angel came to me
    ending loneliness

    Outside Haiku Fan Story Prompt

    Spring flowers blooming
    Inviting me to go outside
    Enjoying the Spring

    5-7-5 Faith Fan Story Prompt

    I believe in karma
    Everything is connected
    To the divine mind

    Coffee Five Line Poem Fan Story Prompt

     

     

     

    Coffee
    Just hot
    The way it should be
    Gets my morning going strong
    Kick starts my morning

    Romantic Tanka Poem Fan Story

     

    how to say I love you

     

     

     

     

     

     

    When I saw you there
    I knew that you were the one
    Heaven sent you then
    When you came into my life
    That was my best day ever

    Forward Plans

    Forward plans are made
    Understood what needs to be done
    intel hard to get

    Good Golly, Ms. Molly

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

    Prompt – Write a silly rhyming poem

    Coffee Huitain

    need more coffee
    need more coffee

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    I like coffee in the morning
    But in the evening must be wine,
    Making it a great mid-morning,
    At sunset, I drink wine, while I dine,
    When I drink my wine, it is all fine.
    In the afternoon, I drink my tea,
    Later wine, looking at what is mine.
    And I become all I can ever be.

    Future Survival Games Three-word Challenge

    Shortly, all too soon
    We will play a secret game
    A game of survival

    Grilled Salmon Three Word Challenge Prompt

    fish market

     

     

     

     

     

     

    Oiled grilled salmon
    pink flesh delight
    Perfect dinner with white wine

    When I First Saw You Dew Drop-in
    Revised as Cherita form

    When I First Saw You There

    When I first saw you there

    You came to me
    In a dream.

    And disappeared,
    Haunting me
    For eight long years.

    When I First Saw You In Person

    When I First Saw You in Person

    I was overwhelmed
    This fairy tale dream of mine

    This impossible quest
    To find the girl in the dream
    Was finally over.

    When I First Spoke With You

    When I First Spoke with You

    I knew that this was it
    We would be together

    From then on
    You were the one,
    I proposed three days later

    .
    When I First Kissed You

    When I first kissed you

    that was the beginning
    of our love affair.

    Our love grew stronger
    Every year
    For the last 40 years,

    When I Married You

    When I married you

    That was the beginning
    Of my life,

    From that moment
    I had no doubt
    You would be there.

    April 4—List poem w/repetition—write a poem that lists things, using some (not necessarily constant) repetition and variation of an initial phrase (Examples: When I was six…, Remember that time…*, Layers of…., etc.)

    *Regina Spektor, “That Time” https://g.co/kgs/BvpjTj

    Based on a true love story, please see links above.

    the End

  • April 28, 2022 Poems

    April 28, 2022 Poems

    April 28th, 2022 Poems

    On the home stretch. Here are my poems for April 28 .  Links to my previous April poems follow:

    April 26th and April 27th, 2022 Poems

    April 23rd, April 24th and April 25th, 2022 Poems

    April 23 and April 24, 2022 Poems

    April 22, 2022 Poems

    April 21, 2022 Poems

    April 18 to April 20, 2022 Poems

    April 16 and 17, 2022 Poems

    April 14 to April 15, 2022 Poems

    April 9-11, 2022 Poems

    April 8, 2022 Poems

    April 12 to April 13, 2022 Poems

    April 6th, 2022 Poems

    April 5 2022, Poems

    April 4th 2022, Poems

    2022 April Poetry Madness April 1 to 3 poems

    Thursday Day 28:

    NaPoWriMo Prompt

    coffee
    coffee

    I like my coffee hot

    In the morning

    Just right

    Hot

     

    Today’s (optional) prompt is to write a concrete poem. Like acrostic poems, concrete poems are a favorite for grade-school writing assignments, so this may not be your first time at the concrete-poem rodeo. In brief, a concrete poem is one in which the lines are shaped in a way that mimics the topic of the poem. For example, May Swenson’s poem “Women” mimics curves, reinforcing the poem’s references to motion, rocking horses, and even the shape of a woman’s body. George Starbuck’s “Sonnet in the Shape of a Potted Christmas Tree” is – you guessed it – a sonnet in the shape of a potted Christmas tree. Your concrete poem could be complexly-shaped, but relatively simple strategies can also be “concrete” —  like a poem involving a staircase where the length of the lines grows or shrinks over time, like an ascending (or descending) set of stairs.

    Dew Drop Inn

    Three Poems

    About Filth and Slime

    Slime

    Slime

    Slime

    As far as I can see
    Is that all that can ever be.
    Mountains of foul, smelling dishes
    Being eaten by drunk fishes.

    Fast, faster, faster
    Comes the slime
    I wish that
    I was eating a lime

    Never want to touch this slime.

    Morning Thoughts

    One morning
    While I sat drinking my coffee
    And bemoaning my fate.

    My brain decided to fly away to the land of bliss
    As I sat drinking my coffee in the dawning light
    Writing away my memoirs and dreams of love.

    I noticed that my brain’s tissue
    Had decided to take a vacation
    And was crawling down my nose
    And out of my ears.

    Like some sort of cosmic mucus.
    Down my slime encrusted back
    And out the windows of my soul.

    I was of course
    Disturbed, I was perturbed,
    And until I realized.

    That I had no right.
    To tell my mind what to do.
    So I sat down.

    And played a game of checkers
    with my mind
    Till the entreaty of time
    passed me by.

    Nothing but a piece of flotsam
    On the winds of the universe
    The walls fell,
    The sky melted apart.

    I woke up and sat down
    And had an orgy
    with my mind

    Slime Patrol to the Dishroom

    dishwasher
    dishwasher

    Note: I washed dishes in college.

     

     

     

     

    Slime Patrol to the dish room, please
    Rant the loudspeaker with a demented static,
    Hell no, we chanted in vain.

    No, where to go
    Nowhere to escape
    The ever-present smell
    Of putrid rotting
    sweaty effervescent slime.

    That’s right
    Slime, slime, slime, slime

    Slime

    Slime

    Slime

    Slime

    Slime

    Slime

    Is that all that there is?

    NOTHING

    BUT

    SLIME

    Ruled by slime Kings who run Slime Machines?
    Hell No, we won’t go we chanted in vain
    And we hook ourselves up
    And entered the machine

    SLIME

    PATROL

    TO

    THE

    DISHROOM

    Must get high
    To deal with the slime.
    The god damned slime.

    Leftovers
    From the plates
    Of the elite college kids

    Who ate in the cafeteria
    Never noticing the workers
    Laboring behind in the kitchen.

    For them we are nothing
    For we are all nothing but slime molds
    In the gross wheels of America’s grease pit.

    And they are the future masters
    Of the universe.

    And we are their future slaves.
    Working in the slime pits
    To feed them with slime.

    Slime

    Slime

    Slime

    Slime

    Hope they die

    From ingesting the pink slime

    In their corrupted food.

    Some day
    The slime patrol
    Will rise up.
    And slaughter them

    While they eat our delicious slime
    Until that day

    We will do our duty
    In the forgotten corners
    Of the universe.

    Nothing

    But

    Slime

    prompt: write about a hard job you have had.

    PSH prompt

    Writing com

     

    Remix of the worst jobs in the world as Cherita’s Poems

    .

    bored train operator
    -toll-booths-feature-imag

    The worst job in the world

    Must be toll booth attendants
    Just boring as hell

     

     

     

    They sit there all-day
    Bored out of their minds
    Waiting for the shift to end.

    The worst job in the world
    Must be toll booth attendants
    Just boring as hell
    Waiting for the shift to end.

    2

    bored train operator

    Subway train operators

    Subway train operators
    Also, have a boring job

    Nothing to do
    Just waiting for the shift
    To end.

    3

    visa applicants applying for Ameican dream
    visa line

    Visa officers

    Also, have a hard job
    Saying no to thousands

    Who lines up
    Lying to the Visa officers
    Who has the power of God.

     

    After today, we’ll be three poems from finishing this challenge. Woot!

    For today’s prompt, write a remix poem. Take one of your poems (preferably from this month) and remix it. Make free verse a traditional form or vice versa.

    Red Wine Local Gem

    bottle-red-wine-grape-corks
    bottle-red-wine-grape-corks

     

     

     

     

     

    Red wine
    Evening delight
    Drinking it at sunset.

    Wine makes the evening just fine.
    If I drink too much wine.
    Never again! do I cry out the next morning,
    Eventually, the hangover is no longer mine.

    All Poetry

    workers
    workers

    The Feeling of Hard Work

    In my school days
    when I was a younger man
    I worked at odd jobs
    To make my spending money.

    I did everything
    From lawn and yard work
    working in the city parks,
    Picking fruit.
    .
    Working at Taco Bell
    Oscars
    the University Pub,

    To house painting
    Door to door sales
    Political canvassing.

    To dish-washing
    To work as a bouncer
    And as a fry cook.

    Juvenile probation officer
    world trade intern
    conference organizer
    teaching ESL.
    working as Peace Corps volunteer.

    delivering newspapers
    working with the Hubert Humphrey Fellows
    Serving as a foreign service officer.

    And I learned so much
    From the feeling of hard work

    How things feel to the touch
    How sweat feels
    On a hot day.

    And in the end
    The value of hard physical labor.
    That was a valuable life lesson.
    In and of itself.

    Today we challenge you to write a poem that focuses on the sense of touch, and how things physically feel, rather than the other senses.

    writing com Sight of Korean Food

    bottles of korean liquor soju
    soju
    Korean Food
    Korean Food

     

     

     

     

     

     

    Like a lot of Asian cuisine

    Korean food is a feast
    For all the senses
    The flavor is intense.

    The aroma lingers in the air
    The food is sensuous
    Sometimes inviting to the touch.

    But visually the food
    Is a smorgasbord of sights
    From the bright green
    Of the seaweed and vegetable side dishes.

    To the yellow colors of the turnips
    and radishes

    To the intense dark red
    orange, and yellow
    Of the signature dish, Kimchi
    Occasionally white kimchi too.

    And white rice
    brown and black mixed grain rice
    to absorb the bursts of flavors.

    and white potatoes as well.

    And the dark brown colors
    Of the grilled meat

    And sometimes blackened fish
    And purple color sweet potatoes,

    And the light blue color
    Of blue fish such as tuna
    And the pink color of sashimi.

    And who can forget
    The green frog on the soju bottle?
    and the green and brown beer bottles?
    and the white color of rice wine?

    the end

  • April 8, 2022 Poems

    April 8, 2022 Poems

    April 8th, 2022 Poems

    Welcome to Cosmos’ annual April Poetry Madness.  Last year I wrote 300 poems in one month, this year I will write less, as that was just way too much to deal with.

    Today’s poems will be April 8th poems, followed by April 9th to 15th  in separate postings, one per day.

    I will post them as I write them, and try to update them every day or so.  I will finish May 1 US time, as that will still be April 30 KST (Korea, where I currently reside.)  Most will be G rated but a few may not be. I will try to label those or not post them. The topics will be wherever my mad muse takes me, and I usually don’t have a clue until I write them.

    I will post here the poems I wrote based on prompts from NaPoWriMo, (the poetry’s world’s equivalence to the annual NaNoWriMo novel competition which I will enter again in November). Writers’ com’s Dew Drop-in, Poetry Super-highway, Writers Digest, and occasionally other prompts. I will write a few more each day, but not post them, as I need to build up more “unpublished poems” for future submissions.

    Daily posting All poetry, Anchor, this blog, FB, Medium, PSH, Wattpad, Writing com, and Writer’s Digest.

    I will post each poem, followed by the prompt, occasional author and notes, and photos. I will convert it to a podcast later, available on anchor, radio public, blog radio, Spotify, and elsewhere under the name “The World According to Cosmos: or Jake Cosmos Aller. See the following for more information on the podcasts.

    Podcast update

    At the end of the month, I will add up the total poems written this month, total posted, total not-posted, and total YTD.

    I have found that this annual exercise has been a big help in helping me hone my craft as I am entirely self-taught except for having taken the Mod Po class several times. It helps me stretch my poetic muscles. It has been a lot of fun but a challenge.

    Here are links to my previous April poems

    Ten Best April 2021 Poems

    April 25 to April 30 2021Poems

    April 16 to April 20 2021 Poems

    April 16 to April 20 2021 Poems

    April 10 to April 14 2021 Poems

    April 1 to April 5 Poems

    April 6 to April 9 Cosmos’s Poetry 

    April 6 to April 9 Cosmos’s Poetry 

    April 6 to April 9 Cosmos’s Poetry

     Cosmos’s 2020 April Poetry Part One

    Cosmos’s 2020 April Poetry Part One

    April 2019 Poems

    April 20 to April 25th 2021 Poems

    2022 April Poetry Madness April 1 to 3 poems

    April 5 2022, Poems

    April 4th 2022, Poems

    April 6th, 2022 Poems

    April 7th Poems

    Begin Poems

    Big Daddy In the Cosmos Bar NaPoWriMo

    lover kissing
    lovers kissing

     

     

     

     

     

     

    Big Daddy, was the man
    who always had a plan.

    He was an ex-University of Arkansas
    and Dallas cowboy player
    who had worked for the CIA

    The agency fired him
    for murdering enemies of the state
    at home in contravention of agency rules,

    but they retained
    his services from time to time.
    He supplemented his CIA payments
    And bar income from money laundering,
    drug smuggling, human smuggling
    and other assorted crimes, big and small.

    Big Daddy had lots of enemies
    Many people wanted him dead
    Relatives of his many victims
    Of the covert wars, he waged
    On behalf of his nation.

    He had moved to Bangkok, Thailand
    after running a bar and grill
    in Little Rock for a few years,

    He opened the Cosmos Bar
    With the assistance of his manager.
    Kuhn Lek, and her uncle
    The police chief and his cousin
    The biggest drug kingpin
    In the northern triangle.

    The Cosmos Bar
    Became world-famous
    The spot to go to in Bangkok.

    Located in Soi Cowboy
    It was an after-hours club
    Secretly owned by the Thai police,

    One of the few places
    That served alcohol 24/7.

    It was filled with
    Criminals, drug dealers, government agents
    Journalists, prostitutes, pimps,
    spies, counter-spies, sex tourists,

    tourists, undercover cops,
    and assorted other low-lives,
    From all over the known world.

    Had the best looking woman
    The best-looking travesties too,
    The best beer, wine, and liquor list
    In the city,
    And the best burgers in town.

    It looked like the Bar in Star Wars
    Filled with probable human life forms
    And perhaps a space alien or two.

    Trouble Found Big Daddy

    He was hoping to stay out of trouble
    But one day trouble found him.

    One day a mysterious Korean woman
    Came into the bar asking for him
    By his universal nickname
    “Big Daddy”

    Maria Lee was a Korean-American
    Drop-dead gorgeous woman
    Who was on the lam,
    from her rich Korean husband.

    She had one question for Big Daddy.

    “The word in the Korean community
    is that you are a man
    Who knows how to launder money.

    Can you launder 50 million dollars?”

    “Hmm for a fee.”

    “What’s the fee?”

    “A night of wild sex with you.”

    “Done, but only after the deed is done.”

    She smiled sweetly.

    He called his underworld contacts
    and they laundered the 50 million dollars
    and he gave her the bank receipt.
    He had parked the money
    in a Cayman Islands account.

    That night
    she honored her
    agreement with Big Daddy.

    The next morning
    while drinking his cup of coffee,
    She revealed that she had poisoned him

    because she did not want anyone to know
    about the transaction
    and her affair with Big Daddy.

    She smiled,

    “Thanks, Big Daddy,
    I liked last night,
    You are a real stud, Big Daddy,
    Perhaps that is why you are called, ‘Big Daddy’

    But hey it is nothing personal, Big Daddy.”
    After all,
    it was just a business deal
    in the end.

    And that was
    how trouble found Big Daddy.

    Today’s prompt comes to us from this list of “all-time favorite writing prompts.” It asks you to name your alter-ego, and then describe him/her in detail. Then write in your alter-ego’s voice. Maybe your alter-ego is a streetwise detective, a superhero, or a very small goldfinch. Whoever or whatever your alternate self may be, I hope this prompt lets you stretch both your writing skills and your self-knowledge.

    Watching Cats Fight in Incheon, NaPoWriMo

    cat jpg
    cat jpg

    Watching two cats
    Fighting alongside the sidewalk
    In suburban Incheon New Airport Town.

    Completely indifferent
    To the humans walking around them
    And the humans
    were indifferent to the cats.

    As they stood there fighting
    And screeching at each other.

    One orange one
    One half-black-half-white one
    Both middle age in cat years

    As I sat there watching the cats
    getting into it, I wondered
    what they were arguing about?

    But since I don’t speak cat
    I didn’t know
    All I know is they were screeching at each other
    And almost looked like they were
    about to attack each other

    But one cat backed down
    As the other cat stood their proverbial ground
    If they were humans,
    One would have pulled out a knife, or a gun
    And someone would have been killed

    But being mere cats
    They stared at each other
    And walked away.

    But they kept glancing at each other
    So, I knew the fight was not over
    Merely postponed until a later hour.

    Cats truly are the aliens
    Who live among us humans
    Or perhaps we are the aliens
    Who live among the cats?

    Creature—write a poem in the voice of some living creature that is not human.

    Death of Big Daddy PSH

    After Big Daddy was assassinated in Bangkok
    His adult children arranged for his remains
    To be brought back for a funeral
    In his hometown of Little Rock.

    Big Daddy, aka Sam Adams
    was the man
    who always had a plan.

    He was an ex-University of Arkansas
    and Dallas cowboy player
    who had worked for the CIA

    The agency fired him
    for murdering enemies of the state
    at home in contravention of agency rules,

    but they retained
    his services
    from time to time.

    After running a bar and grill
    In Little Rock for a few years
    He moved to Bangkok, Thailand

    Where he opened the Cosmos Bar
    With the assistance of his manager.
    Kuhn Lek, and her uncle.

    The police chief and his cousin
    The biggest drug kingpin
    In the northern triangle.

    He supplemented his CIA payments
    and bar income from money laundering,
    drug smuggling, human smuggling
    and other assorted crimes, big and small.

    Big Daddy had lots of enemies
    Many people wanted him dead
    Relatives of his many victims
    Of the covert wars, he waged
    On behalf of his nation.

    He was hoping to stay out of trouble
    But one day trouble found him.

    Big Daddy’s Funeral

    The funeral was a big affair
    Lots of people came to the funeral
    Lots of people came to make sure
    That SOB was indeed dead.

    His children were hoping
    To find out where his rumored
    Millions of dollars were located.

    Hoping that they could gain access
    To the ill-gotten gains
    Of his life of crime.

    Big Daddy’s lawyer
    Told them that his account info
    Was one of many secrets
    He had taken to his grave.

    But they were now the owners
    Of the Cosmos Club
    Which was worth
    millions of dollars.

    His business partners were willing
    To continue to run it
    And send them 100 K each
    For the year in royalties

    Provided that they did not
    Interfere in the management
    Of the Cosmos Club.

    They all agreed to the arrangement
    And hired the lawyer
    To track down the money.

    The money was never found.
    For his business partners
    Had located it
    And looted the account
    Before anyone could find out.

    April 8, 2022: Poetry Writing Prompt – Duane L Herrmann

    This poetry writing prompt submitted by Duane L Herrmann:

    “As the casket was lowered into the ground, the four adult children stood dry-eyed and looked at each other with knowing stares.”
    Who was in the casket?
    What did they know?
    Did anyone else know?
    What had the deceased done to them?
    What will or did they do in response?

    If you write a poem from this prompt, post it as a comment underneath the prompt in the Poetry Super Highway Facebook Group.
    #napowrimo #poetry

    The Fog Local Gems

    Fog in SF
    Fog in SF

    Note: one of my oldest poems was written in 1972 when I was 16. Revised as a Cherita.

     

     

     

    The Fog

    The Fog
    Rolls in and in.

    And on forever
    Till the end of time
    Past where once stood proud San-San.

    Now there is nothing.

    But bones rolling in
    Forever and ever.

    Rotting in the blue sunlight
    Turning in the yellow clouds
    filling the air

    With the stench

    The fear
    The feel

    Of a people forever dead
    Merging with the fog
    Filling the air.

    The fog rolls in and in

    Laughing as the Sun
    Sinks into the purple coated sky

    Above the encrusted sky of time
    With the people of the earth
    Just another dead civilization.

    Day 8: A Layer of Fog

    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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    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

  • 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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    free roaming berkeley

     

     

     

     

     

    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

    tilden park
    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

     

     

     

     

  • More Short Cosmos Poems

    More Short Cosmos Poems

    More Short Cosmos Poems

    I am a big fan of Haiku, Tanka, and other short poetical forms inspired by the Japanese and others.   here are some of my short poems. Some have been published, most have not.

    enjoy

    April 2018 Poems

    2017 April Poems

    April 2019 Poems

    haiku


    wiki

    Japanese short poetry forms

    Cosmos’s Cheritas and Haiku

    Coffee Poems

    Cherita Poems

     

    Current Haiku

    Index

    Part One Love Poems

    I will Love you until the end of time

    I will Love you until the end of time

    That is all I need to say

    That is all that there is

    Nothing but love in my heart
    Waiting for me to say it
    And for you to believe it

    In the beginning of the world

    In the beginning of the world

    I saw you there
    Walking off that bus

    And that was the beginning
    Of my life with you
    And the end of the rest of the world

    Love Cherita -I Married the Girl of My Dreams

    I married the girl of my dreams

    First dreamt of her
    Back in 1974

    Eight years later
    she walked off a bus
    and into my life

    It All Began in Berkeley, California

    It All Began in Berkeley, California

    in the spring time of 1974
    one fateful afternoon

    I was nodding off
    in my high school physics class
    And saw her in my dream

    I Looked Up

    I looked up

    and saw a tall, beautiful Asian woman
    standing looking at me

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

    She Disappeared

    She Disappeared

    like she was beamed
    away from my dream

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

     

    Little Did I Know

    Little Did I Know

    I would have to wait
    eight long years

    Until 1982
    to meet her in reality
    when she walked off that bus

    Starting that month

    Starting that month

    I began having the same dream
    Month and month and month

    Always the Same Dream
    She was saying something
    in a strange language

    Then one day

    then one day

    I had the dream
    and knew that she was in Korea

    I Knew She Was Waiting for Me
    I chose to go Korea
    In the Peace Corps

    Somehow knowing

    somehow knowing

    That I would meet her there
    and I looked for her there

    for three years
    I looked everywhere
    and never found her

    One Day I Had the Last Dream

    One day I had the last dream

    It happened in the morning
    A year after the Peace Corps ended

    A month before I planned
    to leave to return
    to the U.S. for graduate school

    That Morning Early in the Morning

    That morning early in the morning
    I had the last of these dreams

    This time I understood her
    She said,

    “걱정 마. 우리는 곧 만날 것이다. ”
    “geogjeongma. ulineun god mannal geos-ida.
    “Don’t worry.   We’ll meet soon.”

    I Was Born Again That evening

    I Was Born Again that evening

    As I was getting off the bus
    To go to my class

    I saw getting off the bus
    The girl in my dream
    It was she!

    I was Speechless

    I was speechless

    I did not know what to do
    Wanted to tell her

    How could I tell her that
    Hey, you are the girl
    I have been dreaming about

    Over the Course of the Evening

    Over the course of the evening

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

    I muttered some lame excuse

    About wanting to find a Korean tutor
    and got her number.

    My New Life Began the Next Day

    My new life began the next day

    The next day she came to the gate
    Of my base where I was teaching

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

    I Would Cancel Class

    I would cancel class

    and meet her then
    We went out for coffee

    She told me that she was madly
    in love with me
    And simply had to have me

    I Told Her I Felt the Same Way

    I told her I felt the same way

    I proposed five days later
    And got married one month later

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

    But I Know That There Are Other Worlds

    But I Know That There Are Other Worlds

    In a past life we must have been together
    somehow our love was so strong

    That it crossed over
    the barrier of past lives
    finding me in this life

    She found me in 1974

    She Found Me In 1974

    But it took until 1982
    For us to actually meet

    And it has been 35 years
    Since we met in the physical sphere
    Or 43 years since the dream began

    And I still recall the dream

    and I still recall the dream

    I had no choice
    when  I met her

    we were fated
    to be together
    until the end of time

    End Dream Cherita

     

    Morning Delight

    Every morning

    When I wake up
    And see your face

    The sunlight of your love
    Fills my heart with deep contentment
    And all is right with the world

    Best Love Cinquain

    Best Love
    Love at First Sight
    Met the girl of my dreams
    My life began
    that autumn day

    True Dreams

    I had a dream
    Meet the Girl of my Dreams
    She walked off that bus that day

    Truth

    Truth
    True story
    Love never ends
    Love at First Sight Love

    First Love

    First Love
    First time we kissed
    Hot Electricity
    Filled my soul with desire
    Time stopped

    Time

    Time
    Began
    That fine day
    Never Ending Love story

     First Kiss

    They say you always

    remember forever
    the first kiss of your life

    it happened to me
    back in 1967
    In Washington DC

    the first time

    I kissed a sweet girl
    I was eleven years in age

    It happened in a class project
    We were inside a fake space ship
    And shared a French kiss

    Kissing Angela in the Bar

    My first kiss
    With my lovely wife
    Occurred in evil Itaewon

    We went to a bar and drank a lot
    Started kissing asked to leave the bar

    Angela Cherita

    I have dreamt of you

    For almost seven long years
    And now you are here

    What can I do about this
    Only thing to do love you
    Until the End of Time

    Thank to all the gods

    For bringing you in my life
    I will love you

    For we are fated
    to be together
    From now to the end of time

    Angela  Haiku

    Every day I wake up
    To the love of my long life
    And say Thanks to God

    63 Years Young with You

    I am 63 years young

    63 years around the sun
    37 of those years

    I have spent
    With my Dream Girl
    the love of my life

    63 years Around the Sun

    63 Years around the sun

    taught me a few things
    life is too short

    to carry a grudge
    live your Life
    Love a lot

    Another Love Cinquain

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

    Haiku Thinking of You

    Thinking of you, dear
    Wondering if you are too
    Thinking of me too

    Every Day I Wake Up

    Every day I wake up
    I see my fate in her face
    Fall into her spell

    Met My Fate

    I met my late fate
    Seeing her face in a bar
    Met fate That Date

    Published Hello

    impossible Dreams

     

    (audio for impossible Dreams, impossible dreams 2, life is but a dream and I married the girl of my Dreams)

    impossible dreams
    sometimes they do come to life
    sometimes come true

    Impossible Dreams 2

    Impossible dreams
    I have had a few come true
    Dreamt of meeting wife
    And in my dream life
    She walked out of my dreaming
    Night time vision came true

    Life is but a Dream

    Life is But a Dream
    That is what they say my dear
    And I have lived dreams
    Dreaming of meeting her
    Then she walks out of the dream
    And into my arms

    Married the Girl of My
    Dreams

    true love romance story

    I married the girl of my Dreams
    First dreamt of her
    back in 1974
    Eight years later
    She walked off a bus
    and into my life

    Skinny Valentines

    Every day
    All
    Around
    Me
    I
    See
    Broken
    Hearted
    Woman
    Every lover

    Faces

    Faces of all of my ex-lovers
    All around me
    Coming at me

     

     

    Everywhere I look
    Seeing my wife’s face in the sky

    Shape of Sex

    Sexual desires
    Have a strange way about them

    Arriving unannounced
    Perhaps overwhelming at times

    Erupting out of nowhere
    Seriously disrupting my day’s plan

    GLOW

    Glowing light of the dawning sun
    Lights up my dismal room
    Overwhelming me with love
    Watching my dream girl sleep

    Angela (Acrostic poem for Whispers)

    Angela is my life
    No better friend in the universe
    Greatest Love of all
    Every Day I thank God
    Love of my life

    Angela My Soul Mate

    Love of my long life
    Everything I ever desires
    Everything I ever needed

    On Top of the World

    on top of the world
    looking down
    on all of  creation

    beneath my feet
    Thinking
    what a wonderful world
    this is

    as long as I have you
    by my side

    There is nothing more to be said

    There is nothing more to be said

    Nothing more I can add
    Nothing more than this

    I will love you
    Until the end of time itself
    and death does us part

    A Message for You

    A message for you

    Love comes with the sunrise
    a message from God himself

     

    from the universe itself
    in the eastern sea
    Showering love rainbows upon you

    Love Endures

    Love Endures

    the longer I live
    the more I learn

    that nothing endures in life
    other than the love
    I share with you

    Success

    In 62 years around the sun

    I have learned a few things
    About life and the universe

    The most important thing in life
    Is to have a successful love life
    That is all one needs after all

    Spring Doositsu

    Waking up seeing you there
    Watching you as you wake up
    Fills me with such sweet desire
    Overcoming my mind

    I sit watching you all day
    Thinking of you all day long
    Wild erotic imaginings

    Love making to come
    That old blues song come to mind
    I just want to make love to you
    I just want to make love to you
    Nothing more than that that

    I end this morning with this thought
    You are still the most wonderful
    The most beautiful creature
    In the whole universe

    Love Triclinia

    One Summer Day
    I saw a rose on the bus
    I met my fate

    Angela Fills Me with Red Passion

    angela
    the love of my life
    came to me out of a dream
    walked off a bus into my life
    filling my life
    with red passion

    Thanks Haiku

    Every morning
    I wake up alive with you
    I give thanks to the Gods

    Love Hexastich

    love
    for you
    dreaming
    of you
    for years
    until you walked
    into my life

    Love Sestet

    you walked out of my dreams
    into my life that day
    the day that changed my life
    when you became my wife
    and filled my life with love
    that date I met true love

    Everything  I Could Ever Dream

    Love
    My Dove
    my dream girl
    like a white pearl
    she appeared to me
    everything she could be
    My love came to me in a dream
    she was everything I could dream

    Dreaming of You

    dreaming
    of my love
    she came in a dream
    Haunting me for eight years
    then she walked out of my dreams

    “What Dreams May Come “ from the Movie

    Meeting You

    I often think
    what would I do
    If I could go back
    and change my past

    the one thing I would still do
    is meeting you

    8 Years of Dreams

     

    Dreaming her eight years
    one day she really appeared
    walked off a bus and into life

     

    There is always one more time

    There is always one more time

    There is always a second chance
    For love and happiness

    In this dark world of ours
    We will find each other
    Til the end of time itself

    Best Friend for 55 years 

      

    I have known Robert S since the first grade
    over 55 years sharing life’s journeys
    introduced me to demon rum and weed
    Was there when I dreamt of my wife
    and there during my 14 operations

    My Memory Bank

    Matt and I met in Latin class
    in the 9th grade
    he managed my first election
    as BHS president

    He knows most of my secrets
    and reminds me of my past misdeeds
    keeping me humble and alive

    Best Friend in the Universe

    I met my best friend, my soul mate
    in a dream in high school
    eight years later she walked off a bus
    and entered my life 35 years ago
    Still, my best friend I ever had

    Published in “Whispers”

    Part Two Pain Poems

    Fake Pain Haiku version

    Fibromyalgia

    I have fake pain all day long
    Don’t know if it is real

    Magazine Bonsai Haiku

    Living with Pain Hanibun

    Back in 1996 I had the accident that changed everything.I went jogging one morning. It was dark outside, and I thought that I knew the trail. I fell down a ledge hidden where the trail should have been. I shattered me heal in a million pieces. I was rushed to an ER and told that I needed n emergency operation and would be bed ridden for four months. My wife was in San Antonio at the time serving in the Army, I was in DC working for the State Department. I flew in a wheel chair to San Antonio where they proclaimed that they had to wait a week for the swelling to go down before they could operate. The Air force doctors wanted to try a new procedure – using shark cartridge as a bone supplement. The operation was a success until I quit taking antibiotics six months later. I was in DC by myself then. I went to the hospital for an unrelated thing -removal of a cist I think. But the doctors took one look at me and proclaimed that the staph had become a multiple drug resistant staph and I needed an urgent operation. The next day I had the third of 15 operations. I endured six months at Walter Reed hospital but that was in the 90’s prior to the wars of the 21st century filled the base up. They had few customers and I got to know the doctors well

    I know pain
    Intimately aware of every ache
    Every pain

    Ever since that day
    When I went under the knife
    And had the 14 operations

    That saved my life
    But I am not one to complain

    I became one with the pain
    Which I endure to this day

    Knowing that I am alive
    Having cheated death
    Twenty times in life

    Waiting for the grim reaper
    To finally claim me

    But that day has not come
    And until the, I will endure.

    Hiking the Hills of My Youth

    I grew up in Berkeley, California in the 60’s Ever since I was a youngster I would wander the hills of Berkeley hiking for hours by myself and sometimes with my friends

    I explored every nook and cranny every corner of the hills and got to know nature in its infinite beauty

    Ever since those days I have longed for the day that I could spend my days hiking and wondering the hills

    Now that I am retired and living in Korea I can go for a long walk in the hills every day I want

    It is not the same as the hills I grew up, no vistas of the Bay and it is in Korea to boot but most days it is sufficient as I head out early afternoon and conquer four or five miles of hills just enjoying that fact that I can still move and am still very much alive at age 62.

    I grew up hiking the hills of Berkeley, California
    Grew up knowing every corner of the hills
    And the infinite beauty of the Bay Area

    And now I find myself in a strange land
    With time on my hands
    I wander the hills above the airport
    In Incheon Korea

    And wander about here
    and there Just being grateful

    That I am still alive
    And kicking at age 62

    Coffee Poems

    Coffee Haiku

     

    cup of coffee
    cup of coffee

    I like my coffee
    Like my women hot
    as hell and Heaven

     

    coffee drink of the gods

     

    7-2-coffee-
    7-2-coffee-

    coffee drink of the gods
    also drink of the dogs
    satan

    Coffee Madness

    coffee
    coffee

    every morning coffee madness
    consumes me and overwhelms me
    one day coffee madness

    More Coffee

     

    too much coffee
    too much coffee

     

    More coffee
    must have more
    it consumes me

    just need one more

    Darker Poems

    Nuclear War Looms

    nuclear war looms
    North Korea U.S. Launch Nukes
    End of the world

    Zombies Apocalypse

    audio clip includes Zombie poems, and Evil Fog

    the zombies unleashed
    killing everyone they see
    zombie apocalypse

    Zombies to the right of me

    Mature Couple being attacked in their car by a hoard of zombies.

    Zombies to the right of me
    Zombies to the left of me
    Zombies run amuck

     

    Evil Fog

    evil fog descends
    killing everyone at once
    end of life on earth

    Ghosts in Scotland

    While touring Scotland
    Meeting Ghosts in the wild moors

    I believe in ghosts

    The Future of NYC

    cherita re NYC
    NYC

     

     

     

     

     

    In the distant future
    the world will end
    with a massive flood
    and NYC will slowly sink
    beneath the waves
    and humanity will die

    Fear of Falling While Sleeping

    I am consumed
    with the fear of falling
    out of bed
    onto the ground
    dying in my sleep

    Life is a Dream of Chocolate Covered Trees

    Life is a dream
    of chocolate covered trees
    for to see what can’t be seen
    for to hear what can’t be heard
    to see what can’t be seen
    to live in oder to die
    and to die in order to live

    Note: oldest poem written when I was 16! in 1972

    Spirits

    Satanic spirits all around me
    Particularly late at night
    In the middle of the night
    Rapidly erupting everywhere
    Infesting my very being
    Taking over my very soul
    Satanic demons of the night

    Freaky

    Freaky sounds fill the air
    Radio is on playing the music of the dead
    Everywhere I hear the music of my doom
    All around me I see my fate approaching me
    Keeping me awake with cosmic dread
    Yes the end time approaches

    Scorpion Nights of Passion

    Born in October
    Scorpion Passionate fool
    Always taking the lead
    consumed with dark desires

    is this Scorpio buddha nature
    consumed with dark desires

    Looking at the Hidden Machinery of God

    One day
    I woke up
    and found myself

    in God’s hidden factory
    watching the machinery of God

    running the world
    and realized

    that God was indeed
    the chief engineer of the universe

    as I watched the machinery
    of creation
    creating the world anew
    every morning

    Endless Noises on TV

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

    Dangerous Times Tanka

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

    Dream What May Come

    Dream what may come
    Recalling past lives lived
    Every fantasy comes to life
    All night long
    More nightmares to come
    So many worlds to explore

    Fate

    Fate has a way
    Always catching up
    embrace your fate
    on this date

    Fate Endlessly dancing away
    that is what’s up
    at the end of the date

    Solage Poems

    Darkness consumes Me

    Love Madness consumes me
    whatever will be will be
    love

    Dreaming Dark Dreams

    Dreaming Dark dreams
    wondering what will become of me
    death

    War Rumors of War

    war rumors of war
    spreading everywhere war
    destruction

    Are These the End of Time

    are these the end of time
    biblical prophecies
    Hell

    Florette Poems

    Twenty Twenty

    twenty twenty
    feared by many
    reasons plenty
    feared by many
    the end times are coming

    These Strange Visions

    these strange visions
    nightmare visions
    nightmarishly real
    or is this just my fate
    to have visions galore

    howling at the Moon Florette

    howling at the moon
    the mad full moon
    filled with madness

    screaming like an escaped banshee
    pure madness

    I See the Moon Florette

    I see the blood red super blue moon
    smiling full moon

    dreaming of naked lovely
    moon maidens

    Moon over the mountains Florette

    Photo by Nishant Vyas on Pexels.com

    the blood red super blue full moon shines
    providing mad signs

     

     

    deep in mountains
    filled with thoughts of the moon
    howling

    The Evil Moon Florette

    the evil blue super full moon
    blood red blue moon

     

     

    terrifies me
    I run consumed with hot mad desires
    mad moon cries out

    Nature Poems

    Walking on the Path

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

    the World at Peace

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

    Falling Cherry Trees

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

    Two Cats

    two cats walking by
    one black one one yellow one
    both alien creatures

    Birds Flying Away

    Watching the black birds
    birds flying away
    fleeing the wild cats about

    The World Peace Forrest

     

    the world peace forrest
    passes by my apartment
    every day I walk it

    Deer in the Park

    I seldom see the deer
    that live in the park near me
    they are just too shy

    Never Saw the Wild Pig

    I never saw the wild pig
    the Pig that lives in the woods
    just heard him oinking

     

     

    Korean Charcoal Saunas

    korean charcoal
    saunas are amazing
    cure for everything

    Walking In Snow

    walking in snow
    on a cold night
    winter old friend
    the world becomes so cold

    Contended Pigs

    Contended Pigs
    Increasing food costs
    Piles of rotten garbage

    Spring Time In Seoul

    Springtime In Seoul
    full of promised weather
    chase away winter

    At the Center

    at the center of
    all of reality
    a flower blossoms

    Australia and California Burning Bright

    Australia and California
    burning bright wildfires
    end of the world
    an apocalyptic
    a vision of world’s end

    26 Alphabetical Haiku

    Angela

    The Love of My Life

    A is for Angela Lee

    Love her Forever

    Breathing

    B is for breathing

    Sometimes I forget to do so

    And will pay the price 

    Charlie

    C is for Charlie

    All the Charlies in the world

    Every last one of them

    Demel

    D is for my Friend

    Demel Tucker was his name

    He died way too soon

    Evergreen 

    E is for ever green

    The Eucalyptus.  trees

    That cover the East Bay

    Friendship

    F is for friendship

    All my friends in the world

    I remember you

    Golf

    G is for golfing

    Sometime I never could do

    But always wanted

    Hotels

    H is for Hotels

    The best and the worst everywhere

    Here there and in SF

    Indians

    I is for Indians

    Indian and American

    And the Cherokees 

    Japan

    J is for Japan

    Japanese Food and Sake

    Hot Sake tonight

    Korean

    Best Korean Food

    K is for Korea

    Soju Malkali

     Latin

    L is for Latin

    The language I struggle with

    Latina lovers

    Mothers

    M for your mama

    My crazy Mother as well

    Everyone’s mothers

    Never

    N is for never

    Ever ever use the N Word

    Even amongst friends

    Ohio

    O for Ohio

    Oklahoma City too

    And Oregon

    Pennsylvania

    Pennsylvania

    Pittsburg and Phillie Cheese Steaks

    True Decadence

    Russia

    R for Russia

    The Russian gate

    Scandal de jour

    Queens

    Q is for my Queens

    My best LGBT friends

    Where ever they live

    Satanic

    S for Satanic

    I don’t believe you exist

    Powers and spells

    Turkey

    T is for Turkey

    The country and bird

    The Thanksgiving feasts

    Unwary

    U is unwary

    So Unfriendly

    So very un-cool

    Victory

    V is for victory

    V is for vegan veggies

    Very green smoothies

     Whatever

    Whatever will be

    Whoever you want to be

    Whatever  you want

     X Files

    X marks the spot here

    Burried treasures and loot

    Or just mad dreams

    Yes

    Y is for saying Yes

    Yes to everything under the sun

    And throughout the night

     Zoo

    Z is for the show Zoo

    Still haunts my every night mare

    The animals kill

    Computer Haiku

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    evil_computer_is_evil_by_insanefangirl_

    Damn It All to Hell

    Damn it all to Hell
    My damn computer
    Ate all my damn files

    I am Trapped

    I am still trapped
    I am still trapped
    Stuck inside my computer

    My Damn Computer

    I love my computer
    My Damn Computer
    When it works for me

    Computer On Strike

    My computer is on strike
    It refuses to work
    Usually nothing

    Computer Hates Me

    Computer hates me
    He wants to kill my files
    Wants to kill me too

    Computer Hates Me 2

    Computer hates me
    It wants to drive me insane
    Wants to kill my files

    For once I Would Like

    For once I would Like
    To have my computer work right
    Do what is should do

    Perhaps if I Am Nice

    Perhaps if I am nice
    To my computer
    It will be nice to me

    Perhaps Today It Will

    Perhaps today it will
    Not give haiku messages
    That it loves to sprout

    My Bad Computer

    My bad computer
    Is so damn evil
    Almost killed me

    What a Fate I Have

    What a Fate I have
    To become a slave to it
    To my damn computer

    I Love My Machine

    I love my machine
    My mad as a hat machine
    Bat shit crazy machine

    My dear computer

    My dear computer
    Loves to send me these love notes
    Computer haiku

    My favorite Haiku

    My favorite Haiku
    General failure reading
    Disk Drive Fata Error

    Who is General Failure

    who is general
    Failure and why is he
    reading my disk drive

    Computer Tanka

    For once in my life
    I would like my computer
    To turn on and work
    Do what it supposed to do
    Without sprouting such haiku

    I hate my computer

    I hate my computer
    It seems to hate me as well
    Just refuses to work

    Ornery son of a bitch machine

    ornery machine
    Ornery son of a bitch machine
    Driving me insane

    My computer loves Me Not at All 

    My computer loves
    me not at all it still wants
    to kill my files
    It wants to take my soul away
    turn me into its evil clone

    My bad computer

    My bad computer
    Has been infected with a virus
    Wants to kill my soul
    Transforming consuming
    Taking me inside its soul

    My mad computer

    Infected with a virus
    Everything it touches
    Corrupted by mad zombies
    Controlled by evil AI

    Revenge is mine

    Revenge is mine
    Screams the mad evil machine
    As it lurks to life
    Trying to hunt me down
    Death to all human beings

    End Computer Haiku

    I Want a Dog’s Life</h2 > I want a dog’s life
    That’s what I want in next life

    All A dog needs to be is cute
    And his master will feed him
    It is a dog’s life for me

     

    Nightmare Cinquain

    Night mares
    Endless fears all night long
    Can’t escape running from these dreams
    All night

    more Night mares

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

    Christmas Ronka

    December End of the Year
    The blues knocking at my door
    I open the door to winter
    Arctic blast freezes my cold face

    Secrets

    Secrets
    Everywhere
    Constant lies and deceit
    Revolution in the air
    Everywhere

    All around us
    There is nothing but
    Secrets

    Lion Desires

    lion
    lion

    Lion
    Wild Beast
    In
    Dark jungle

     

     

    Finally emerging to hunt
    At dawn

    Hungry
    For breakfast
    Human-meat

     

     

     

     

    looking at the hidden machinery of God

    One day
    I woke up
    and found myself

    in God’s hidden factory
    watching the machinery of God

    running the world
    and realized

    that God was indeed
    the chief engineer of the universe

    as I watched the machinery
    of creation
    creating the world anew
    every morning

    Jake’s Golden Shovel

    A sense of cosmic unease hangs
    coming over all of us silently
    hanging in the purple
    air that has turned crystalline
    reflecting my moods in the sky

     

    Political Rants

    The Impeachment Trial

     

    The Impeachment Trial
    overwhelms me with dread
    are we near the end

    Recently I Learned That I am Part Jewish

     

    Recently I learned that I was part Jewish
    That was long rumored in our family tree
    Never confirmed until DNA came again
    But whether my Jewish ancestors lived
    Or died in the holocaust I have not heard
    Never again will we live through that pain

    Neo Fascism Must Be Defeated Again

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

    In this day and age of fake news
    And neo fascism rising yet again

    It is important to bear witness
    To the undeniable fact
    That the holocaust
    can never ever come again

    That is what we must vow every day
    Never again

     

    The Neo-Fascists Are On the March

    By their champion the man in Orange
    Whose racist mutterings have let loose
    The ranting nutty voices of the right
    Championing their god given right
    To rule and regulate all
    that they see

    Panic

    Panic attacks
    comes over come me
    always happen
    when I turn on the news

    in case
    I hear our dear leader
    constant chaos around us

    Trump

    The President of the United States
    Republican Leader of the Free world
    Uber ales nations
    Muttering insanities
    Preposterous Nonsensical tweets

    Putin

    Post Modern Leader
    Uniting all the Russians
    Triumphant against all enemies
    Including the Great Satan
    Nevertheless always living in fear

    the end

  • Poetry Soup Poems 2016-2019

    Poetry Soup Poems 2016-2019

     

    Cosmos’s Poetry Soup Poems 2016-2019

    these poems were published on Poetry Soup from 2016 to now, covering a wide range of  topics and are my favorite and best poems.  I will post my All Poetry poems soon. Stay tuned for that, my friends.

    poetry soup link

    cosmic Haiku and other short poems

    Guns KIll People

    2017 April Poems

    April 2018 Poems

    April 2019 Poems

    Vietnam Poems

    first up are my recent gun poems followed by my other poems in roughly the order I posted them.  There were some duplicates removed as well.  See the poetry soup site for complete list of  the poems.

    If you don’t like them so be it. But I hope that you will consider them and think about what can we do as an nation to reduce the carnage on the streets.  Prayers and thoughts are not enough. Gun violence is not like the weather, ie. Something we can’t control. We can and must do something to combat this problem. 

    That’s my two cents worth and I am sticking to my guns (pun very much intended)

    here then are my gun poems

    index

    Another Day Another Shooting

    Mr. President Words Matter

    Chief of Staff, You are Absurd

    Guns Kill People

    NRA Please Stop Talking

    More Guns for Everyone in the World

    Virginia Beach Massacre Never Again Ever

    It’s a Gun Situation, Mr. President

    Prayer Works

    I don’t Get It

     

    Another Day Another Shooting

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    another day in paradise
    just another day in America
    land of the free
    Home of the brave

    and guns
    lots of guns
    more guns for all
    cries the NRA

    yes another day
    another gun battle
    another white man
    who just wants to kill

    the President sends his condolences
    Thanks the law enforcement
    for an incredible job well done
    It was horrible

    Hate has no place
    in our country
    and we will take of it
    and do what ever we can do

    condolences
    nothing but false words
    empty words
    lots of things to do

    it is mental illness problem
    but he fails to mention
    the words gun at all
    not at all

    and tomorrow and tomorrow
    but he at least finally said
    hate has no role in country
    nothing but prime BS
    in my humble opinion

    he did not mention
    white supremacy
    his rhetoric had nothing
    nothing to do about this at all

    and so tomorrow
    I will turn on the TV
    and we see
    nothing at all

    and the dead
    will remain dead
    the guns will fire again
    nothing will be done

    welcome to America
    land of the free
    home of the brave

    Mr. President Words Matter

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    Mr President
    Words matter
    your words matter

    your words of hate
    your words of division

    your words
    calling fellow human beings
    scum, vermit, faith
    invaders, animals
    matter

    they matter a lot
    and is it little wonder
    that people listen
    to the hate you sprew forth

    and some deranged people
    take action
    on your call
    for action

    against the invaders
    on the border
    they march to the border
    to kill the invaders

    your words matter
    Mr. President
    and your false words
    of regret

    fool no one
    the damage has been done
    the hate has been spread
    just as you intended

    and you
    have the gall
    to call yourself
    A Christian

    you are the anti-Christ
    you are not a Christian
    so please quite pretending
    to be what you are not

    please man up
    accept your responsibility
    set things right
    apologize

    the dead though
    don’t need your prayers
    they need action
    they need leadership

    and you are the president
    so please start acting
    like you give a damn

    and if you do so
    perhaps
    you will find
    people will follow you

    but please
    quite the words
    of hate
    the words that hurt

    and quit calling immigrants
    invaders and vermin
    they are human beings
    they are deserving of respect

    this I ask of you
    In Jesus’s name
    even though I am not a Christian
    please Donald Trump group

    and become the president
    of the people
    and end the war of words
    and constant hate

    Chief of Staff, You are Absurd

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    the President’s chief of staff
    said the other day
    it was absurd
    to suggest that the president’s words
    had anything to do
    with recent mass shootings

    yet is it absurd
    to see the lengths
    to which the President’s supporters
    will twist and turn
    spinning away
    the inconvenient truth

    President Trump
    is a racist bigot con man
    who somehow
    conned his way
    to become President

    he call immigrants
    criminals, vermin, animals
    invaders
    infesting the country

    the El Paseo shooter
    said that he went to the border
    to shoot the invaders
    and said
    that he was a big Trump fan

    it is not absurd
    to connect these two huge dots
    the President’s words
    has real world consequences

    Yes Mr. Trump is a racist pig
    and his supporters
    are being absurd
    to suggest otherwise

    Guns Kill People

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    Guns
    guns kill people
    guns do kill people

    it is not mental illness
    it is not video games
    it is not a million other things

    it is simply this
    a gun is a weapon
    a weapon designed to kill people
    that is what guns do

    guns don’t care
    they do as they are told
    if you pull the trigger
    they will kill the victim

    that is what guns do
    that is why
    in a civilized society
    military assault weapons
    are locked up

    yet in America
    the land of the free
    home of the brave
    everyone and his cousin
    must have their gun

    guns for everyone
    cries the NRA
    that’s the solution

    The president
    and his supporters
    deny the obvious

    guns kill people
    that’s all they do
    it is a gun thing
    you would not understand

    so Mr. President
    you can take your words
    your empty platitudes
    your empty promises

    straight to hell
    and back

    where with any luck
    Satan will use you
    as target practice

    NRA Please Stop Talking

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    Another day

    Another mass shooting
    Another incident

    of domestic terrorism
    another gun man

    killing people

    because just because
    The NRA
    And their stooges
    Come out
    Flood the airways

    With their noxious

    Poisonous weasel words
    The NRA says

    Mass shootings
    Are like the weather
    You can’t control them

    You can’t predict them
    And you can’t prevent them

    Just have to accept
    It is all god’s will
    Guns don’t kill people

    IF guns were outlawed
    Only outlaws
    Would have guns

    Only solution
    Is more guns
    For everyone
    An armed society

    they say
    Is a polite society
    Support for gun control
    Is

    socialist/communist/fascist/anti-American/anti-Christian nonsense

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

    Jesus would want us all
    to be armed
    with machine guns

    To protect us against the evil doers
    It is the Christian thing to do
    To blow away evil doers

    With heavy arms
    In America

    Land of the free
    Home of the brave

    We can’t do anything
    At all

    About the mass carnage
    Unleashed by madmen with guns
    Who walk among us
    Searching for their next victims

    Any restriction of the right
    To bear arms
    Is tyranny at its worst

    The nanny state run amuck
    Talking about gun control
    After a tragic event
    Is

    just not the appropriate time
    We only need prayers
    and meaningless thoughts

    Universal background checks
    Too onerous

    Registering guns
    Too burdensome

    Researching gun violence
    waste of tax payer money

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

    the NRA will keep talking
    talking and talking
    preventing anything
    from being done

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

    So my plead
    This day

    To the NRA

    and their stoogies

    Talk is cheap
    Your comments
    Are not helping

    If you can’t
    Be a part of the solution

    Just stop talking
    Please stop talking
    And let the rest

    Of us  figure out
    How to stop
    The madness in the streets

    And stop the carnage
    So NRA
    Please
     just
     stop
     talking
     Now

    More Guns for Everyone in the World

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    The NRA has decided
    That the best solution to global problem
    Of rampant violence and crime everywhere

    Is for the rest of the world
    To become like the U.S.
    Where anyone can buy a gun
    As an armed society is a polite society’

    And so the President is about to announce
    A global campaign against gun control restrictions
    As these restrictions are an undue burden
    On the rights of the US arms manufactures

    To sell their guns everywhere in the world
    As everyone wants what we have to sell
    The best weapons in the world

    Instead of trying to limit the damage
    That unrestricted gun sales
    Have done to the U.S.

    Our President, our great leader
    Wants to sell more guns
    Everywhere in the world

    And there are eager buyers
    Lining up around the world
    Eager to buy the best guns
    The world has ever seen

    We want to export
    The gun madness
    That has infected our society
    Leaving behind so many dead bodies

    The dead were not consulted
    For they remain dead
    They do not vote
    They have no voice

    For the guns silenced
    them for good
    just as the guns intended
    Just doing their gun thing after all

    Humanity has evolved
    From stones to arrows
    To guns
    To nuclear, biological weapons

    And the U.S.
    While proclaiming itself
    A champion of Human Rights

    Remains nothing but a country
    Of gun runners
    Merchants of death
    And destruction

    Trump Administration Advances Plan to Relax Gun-Export Rules found Poem

    The Trump administration 

    Sought to relax export rules for American small arms,

     including semiautomatic rifles, handguns, and sniper rifles.

    Because the NRA said 

    the solution to gun violence

    aIs more guns

     for everyone in the world

    Everyone should be able

     to buy American made weapons

    The best in the world after all

    And everyone in the world 

    needs what the US 

    Wants to sell

    The shift,

     is championed by gunmakers

     who say it

     will make them more competitive 

    in the international market. 

    Critics argue 

    an export policy 

    that favors commercial interests

     could put the national security

     of the United States at risk 

    or harm diplomatic efforts.

     “This decision is also politically tone-deaf 

    as our nation reckons 

    with a gun violence epidemic.”

    A State Department spokesman 

    said that the change

     would ease the regulatory burden 

    on American gun makers

     and allow them to compete better globally.

    Currently, the Department of State 

    monitors exports of nearly all weapons 

    .

    “The world of firearms exports 

    is full of questionable, dubious characters.”

    the Department of Justice

     and Department of Homeland Security

     criticized the change 

    because it could make it

     easier for transnational criminal organizations

     or terrorists to get American-made guns.

    But the NRA

    They don’t care

    More guns for all

    Is the solution to all gun violence

    And sadly,  our President 

    Has sold his soul

    To the NRA

    Who offered him 

    Millions of dollars

    In blood money

    more guns for everyone

    based on following article

    The Trump administration on Monday advanced a long-sought-after plan to relax export rules for American s

    mall arms, including semiautomatic rifles, handguns, and sniper rifles.
    In a private briefing with members of Congress, State Department officials outlined a proposed rule change that would transfer oversight of gun exports to the Department of Commerce. The proposed rule will be published in the Federal Register later this week, where it will be subject to public comment for 45 days. While it is unlikely, Congress could block the change using powers under the Congressional Review Act.

    The shift, which was first proposed by the Obama administration in 2012, is championed by gunmakers who say it will make them more competitive in the international market. Critics argue an export policy that favors commercial interests could put the national security of the United States at risk or harm diplomatic efforts.

    “Weakened Congressional oversight of international small arms and munitions sales is extremely hazardous to global security,” said Senator Ben Cardin of Maryland, a Democrat who serves on the Senate Committee on Foreign Relations, in an emailed statement. “This decision is also politically tone-deaf as our nation reckons with a gun violence epidemic.”
    A State Department spokesman said that the change would ease the regulatory burden on American gun makers and allow them to compete better globally.

    Currently, the Department of State monitors exports of nearly all weapons through the U.S. Munitions List. Since 2002, the department has been required to notify Congress of overseas sales of firearms worth more than $1 million.

    In 2016, the State Department alerted the Senate Foreign Relations Committee to a proposed sale of more than 26,000 rifles to the Philippines. Cardin at the time objected to arming the regime of PhilippinePresident Rodrigo Duterte, who had inaugurated a wave of thousands of extrajudicial killings as part of a crackdown on drugs. The weapons deal was canceled as a result.

    The proposed rule change would transfer control over the sale of small arms to the Commerce Control List, and Congress would no longer be notified of large purchases.
    Some arms control experts say reduced oversight could provide criminals, terrorists, or hostile states an opportunity to purchase American weapons.
    Under Department of Commerce weapon-export rules, “companies aren’t required to provide as much information about brokers or shipping” as they must under State Department supervision, said Colby Goodman, who examines American weapons exports as director of the Security Assistance Monitor program at the Center for International Policy in Washington. “The world of firearms exports is full of questionable, dubious characters.”

    The rule change has been long in the making. It was first proposed in 2012 by the Obama administration, but abandoned shortly after the Sandy Hook Elementary School shooting. At the time, the Department of Justice and Department of Homeland Security criticized the change because it could make it easier for transnational criminal organizations or terrorists to get American-made guns.

    In September, Reuters reported that the Trump administration was interested in reviving the rule change to encourage more international arms sales. With the formal commencement of the public comment period, the preparation has become a policy reality.
    In April, the Trump administration said it would now consider economic factors in addition to security when it comes to selling American weapons overseas.
    The Trump administration has argued that the change would aid the domestic gun industry by cutting down on export regulation. American consumer sales of firearms have suffered since the 2016 election. After years of elevated sales in anticipation of possible new gun-control measures imposed by Democratic lawmakers, domestic demand subsided as Republicans took full control of the federal government.
    – ALEX YABLON

    Virginia Beach Massacre Never Again Ever

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    Virgina Beach
    In a night of horrific scumbagery violence
    Rarely seen in this jaded age of ours
    Gone in one hour

    In a spasm of horrific scumbagery violence
    In just a few short minutes
    Nothing more than that
    In just a few moments
    All 12 victims were murdered

    By a disgruntled employee
    Every one he knew was shot
    And killed for no reason

    Caused by the demons
    His soul was so infected

    Murderous demonic voices
    All in his head
    Screaming kill them all kill them all
    Screaming none stop violence in his head
    All the time

    Causing him to start shooting everyone he saw
    Regardless of who they were or where they were
    Everyone must die screamed the demonic voices in his head

    No one can be left alive
    Everyone must die
    Virtually all must die in his internal video game
    Everyone must die
    Regardless of who they were or where they were

    Again just another day
    Gone horribly wrong
    All across America
    In every town
    No where is safe anymore

    Virgina Beach massacre

    Virgina Beach massacre
    Just another

    Average night in America
    An Active Shooter

    scumbagery violence
    Rarely seen

    in this jaded wild world
    Gone in one hour

    In a spasm of horrific
    scumbagery

    In just a less than 30 short minutes
    Nothing more than

    In just a few short 30 moments
    All the victims

    were murdered while at their daily work
    wrong place wrong time

    act of a demotic deranged madman
    voices screaming Kill

    The voices scream death to all humans
    All must be killed

    The voices scream over and over
    All must die now

    Just another night in America
    Home of the free

    It’s a Gun Situation, Mr. President

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    Mr. President
    You are wrong once again
    You said that the tragic events in Texas
    And Las Vegas were not “gun situations”
    But rather were mental health problems

    And that in Texas if there had been gun controls
    Perhaps fewer people would have died

    Mr. President
    I know you a smart man
    The smartest man in the world
    According to you

    So please contemplate this fact
    According to the latest findings
    It is a gun situation

    In fact, the reason the U.S.
    Has so many gun deaths
    Is because we have so many guns
    45% of the worlds guns in fact

    And 33 percent of the world’s shooters
    Are Americans killing other Americans

    And most of them the majority of them
    Are White People killing other people

    Not Islamic terrorists
    Most are in fact
    Self-proclaimed Christians

    So Mr. President
    When will you come to your senses

    And do what 90 percent of the public wants
    Enact nation wide effective gun controls?

    And tell the NRA
    they can take their blood money elsewhere

    When Mr. President
    When will you act
    When will you take charge

    And become a President of the people
    Instead of the President of the NRA?

    Prayer Works

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    Dear Speaker Ryan

    I want to tell you something
    The dead don’t want your prayers
    The dead don’t care that you pray for them
    They are dead after all

    And you and your so-called Christians
    Are to blame
    You refuse to do anything
    Anything at all to stop the carnage
    In our streets

    The U.S. is flooded with guns
    And more are sold every day

    Millions of people don’t have health coverage
    Millions are barely surviving
    And your answer
    Our dear great compassionate Speaker

    Your answer
    Is Prayer works
    Government action does not

    You act as if the gun violence
    Plaguing our country
    Was like the weather
    Beyond our control

    So here’s my prayer for you
    And your colleagues

    When you die
    I pray that God
    Will send you

    And your friends
    Straight to hell

    Where Satan and his demons
    Will use you for target practice

    That’s my prayer to you
    And as you know
    Prayer works

    I don’t Get It

     

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    Mr. Speaker
    I admit I don’t get it
    How does prayer
    Stop gun violence?

    Prayer did not work in Texas.
    26 people were murdered
    while praying.

    God if he exists
    Obviously does not care
    About the poor people
    Who died in his church

    Because a mad man
    Got a gun

    And no they were not praying
    To be delivered from death
    No one deserves to die like this

    So my prayer to you
    Is simply this
    Get off your rear end
    Rally the country

    And do something
    About gun violence

    That’s a prayer
    I hope works

    Prayer Does Not Work

    Add House Speaker Paul Ryan to the list of Republicans offering only thoughts and prayers in the wake of Sunday’s mass shooting in a Texas church, because taking meaningful action is always off the table with him and his party.
    Speaking with Fox News Channel’s Laura Ingraham last night, Ryan reiterated that the victims and their families need more prayers because “prayer works.”

    26 people were murdered while praying. Even Christians ought to admit that prayer doesn’t make a damn bit of difference and their God will do whatever their God wants to do, even if it means letting people die in church because a domestic abuser got his hands on a semi-automatic weapon.
    Not that Ryan would ever say that.

    Instead, he just blamed the “far secular Left” for not getting it.

     

    It is Darker Than You Think

     

     

    an old hag

    an old witch
    strictly old school

    is talking to young people
    She tells them
    that it is darker
    than they think

    the end times approach
    She proclaims
    she sees the world ending

    and is warning them
    of what is to come
    She is following
    the dark master

    of the universe
    waiting for the end
    and she is afraid
    she sees the world

    the end of things
    the end of life
    She is afraid

    she tells her students
    to boldly face
    the coming end
    with fear
    and trepidation

    and anxiety
    waiting for the end
    and in the end
    of the worl

    they will be born
    again as things
    circle back

    to the beginning
    of the end
    and the end

    of the beginning
    thus it has always
    played out
    in the world

    endless nightmares
    and in the end,
    she will wake up
    and embrace her fate

    at the end of time

    License

     

    bankers have a license to steal
    money from their clients
    if you make a mistake
    the bank can steal your money
    as part of their banking license

    Governments have a license
    to steal money
    from the publicits is called taxation
    or confiscation

    It seems
    that police these days
    have a license
    to kill
    unarmed brown people
    but only brown people

    and the president
    has a license
    to lie

    as he lies
    all the time
    just because he can

    and I have
    the ultimate license

    the poetic license
    to write
    these verses
    to enlighten the masses

    Why Are There So Many Fake Cherokees

    Erasure Poem

    So many fake Indians these days
    Elizabeth Warren is one

    And according to my DNA results
    I am too

    But my grand-parents
    spoke Cherokee my mom claims
    And they disappeared into the hills
    She claims

    Is the DNA test wrong?
    Was I adopted ?
    Or is it possible

    That I am a real deal
    A real Cherokee
    Or am I fake Cherokee???

    A Cherokee weighed in on this on Quora

    First, I would never call them “fake Natives”.
    They are 99% white,
    mostly Blue-collar,
    and New Age Hippie,

    Anglo-Americans
    who are simply
    lost without their own specific identity
    that they can proudly Claim,

    so therefore,
    they search for a certain Popular,
    Romanticized segment of Indigenous People

    that will “fit”
    into their Family’s historical Lore.

    Second, it just happens
    to ALWAYS be …
    the Cherokee …

    sometimes,
    either Blackfoot or Lakota.

    AND, “My GGM
    was a Cherokee Princess”,
    as an add-on VALUE.

    This is primarily
    because of the vast area
    formerly inhabited by the Cherokee.

    However, the tribes’ interaction
    with European immigrants
    since colonial times,

    led to a great deal of intermarriage
    with non-indigenous populations.

    In many cases people have limited knowledge
    of the other Native American nations,
    that inhabited the areas in which they live.

    However, a lot of this is wishful thinking,
    and these people have African American
    or other non-European ancestry.

    It is fashionable to claim indigenous ancestry ,
    in an attempt to legitimize t
    Their sense of belonging on our lands.

    The reason is simple,
    they don’t know the names
    of the other tribes.

    There has never been a song called
    “Indian Reservation” about Apache People
    or any other tribe

    but, the Cherokee.
    “Indian Reservation”
    by Paul Revere and the Raiders.

    So if those people aren’t Cherokee
    by blood at least it’s in spirit.

    And so I conclude
    I may be part Cherokee
    Part of the lost tribe

    Of the Cherokee
    But who really knows

    My mother took many things
    With her to the grave

    Lots of family secrets
    Things I will never know

    But in my heart
    I know
    That I am part Cherokee

    And so I will proudly
    Claim I am part Cherokee

    In spirt
    If not in blood

    Love Cinquain

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

    Nightmare Cinquain

    Nightmares
    Endless fears all night long
    Can’t escape running from these dreams
    All night

     

    Man Child President

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

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

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

    The little man child
    Lost millions of dollars

    The little man child
    Lost the popular vote

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

    The little man child
    Has infected the body politic
    With his insidious poison

    A slowly growing cancer
    The little man child
    Will end up destroying

    The country
    Before he is through

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

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

    President Trump International Fire Chief

    Our dear leader
    Our favorite President
    President Trump

    Once again
    Interjected himself
    Into areas that he knows nothing about

    Making a fool of himself
    In the process

    Why does he do this?
    Time after time
    Talking nonsense

    It is because
    He is the smartest man
    In the universe

    Knows more than anyone else
    And so he feels
    He has to comment
    On everything

    Under the sun
    And then some more
    Even when he
    Does not know
    What he is talking about

    So painful to watch such a fool
    Mark Twain had sage advice
    If you want people to think
    You are a fool
    Open your mouth
    and remove all doubt

    In the midst
    Of the devastating
    Paris Norte Dame fire

    He tweeted
    “So horrible to watch the massive fire
    at Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris,”

    “Perhaps flying water tankers
    could be used to put it out
    Must act quickly!”

    Later, Mr. Obvious noted,
    They’re having a terrible
    terrible fire,”

    Mr Trump later told reporters.
    “It looks like
    it’s burning to the ground.”

    The French were not amused
    By the unwanted advice
    By the fire fighter in chief

    France’s civil defense agency,
    Sécurité Civile, tweeted —

    once in French
    and once in English

    — less than two hours after Mr Trump

    sent his tweet
    and appeared

    to directly respond to the US president.

    “Helicopter or aeroplane,
    the weight of the water
    and the intensity of the drop
    at low altitude

    could indeed weaken
    the structure of Notre Dame
    and result in collateral damage
    to the buildings in the vicinity,”

    the agency wrote in French.
    And despite never posting updates in English,

    the agency then sent out a second tweet.

    Hundreds of firemen of the Paris Fire Brigade are doing everything they can to bring the terrible #NotreDame fire under control. All means are being used, except for water-bombing aircrafts which, if used, could lead to the collapse of the entire structure of the cathedral.

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

    And the French provided

    This helpful advice
    To the Fire Fighter in chief

    When California burned
    you did not seem to be a fire expert.

    Please, shut up.

    It is a tragic moment
    for the cultural heritage of humanity.

    Catching the Trump Madness


    Releasing the Trump Monsters

    The Trump madness deepens
    And the world grows darker
    The evil ones have been released
    The wild things are growling

    The dogs of war
    Satan’s hell hounds
    Are on the loose

    Howling at the moon
    Running amuck
    Infecting us all
    With their madness

    As we all turn
    into mindless zombies
    Filled with hatred
    Jealousy and insanity

    As Trump
    and his neo-fascist
    Cabal unleash the monsters
    Of their dangerous id

    Devouring all reason
    Turning all they see
    Into raving lunatics

    As they set the world on fire
    Ushering in the ends of days

    Armageddon looms
    Will Trump be raptured away?

    Only God knows
    And he is not telling

    As we descend
    Into the maelstrom
    Hoping against hope

    That we can overcome
    The monsters
    That Trump has unleashed

    In the end
    Perhaps it does not matter

    As the world careens
    Deeper into hell
    There is no end

    Nothing but despair
    Forever and ever

    prayer for future of the planet

    A shaman priestess
    Is deep in thought

    Engaged in Meditation
    on the fate
    Of the earth

    She is deep in the cosmic woods
    In the world between worlds

    Where she is communing
    With the spirits of the universe
    Who listen to her tale of woe

    She tells them
    Of the rise of the neo-fascists
    And the refusal to address

    The possible end of the world
    Due to run away climate change
    She prays and prays

    And finally
    She receives an answer
    More a prediction
    It is all up to humans

    She has two visions
    Of a possible future

    Two contrasting visions
    One a dystopian nightmare
    The other an optimistic vision

    The first
    The neo-fascists
    Seize control

    And usher in a dystopian nightmare
    That ends with utter destruction

    Nuclear war
    Nuclear winter
    Ends climate change

    As civilization ends
    And mankind retreat to caves

    And it happens
    In a blink of an eye

    In less than five years
    The world will end
    Game over civilization ends

    The second vision
    The optimistic vision

    Humanity wakes up
    From their collective night mare
    Throws off the neo-fascist cabal

    And begin to change the world
    Making the economy works
    For all of us

    Not just the corrupt 1 percent
    The so-called masters of the Universe

    They are overthrown
    In a people’s power revolution

    All over the world
    People wake up
    Demand change

    And slowly the world
    Begins to recover
    And overcome

    The dark hours
    Of the present age

    The shaman priestess
    Returns home
    To spread the word

    It up to us
    To choose our fate
    The end is indeed near

    It is darker than you think
    But it is not over yet

    If we choose the path
    Of the cosmic light

    And overthrow
    The neo-fascist cabal
    And restore democracy

    And peace will break out
    And all will end well
    If not

    Well she says
    You have been warned

    The universe has spoken
    So, mote it be

    lucky numbers blues

    There are many gambler’s fallacies
    the statisticians say
    each roll of the roulette table
    is an independent event

    Yet the gamblers believe
    that if for example
    there were ten red numbers

    in a row
    that the next one should be black
    right

    A statistician in the U,K.
    decided to prove
    that the gamblers
    were all delusional

    in insisting that there were patterns
    in the endless spin of the wheel
    and that it was more of a curve

    that the noise of random numbers
    after thousands of spins
    recorded on a computer

    the pattern was clear
    there was a bell shape curve

    with an upswing
    and a downswing to the data

    an early experiment
    in chaos theory

    but with a practical application
    if you are on a winning curve
    keep going until the curve

    turns into a losing curve
    then walk away

    and you might be a winner
    according to science

    but they have yet
    to be able to prove/disprove

    that lucky numbers exist
    for you and me
    mine was always 32

    and when it pops
    I swore that my lucky number
    came up

    just a fluke
    according to science

    another iron clad rule
    the regression to the mean

    the curve may go up
    and may go down

    but in the end
    it regresses to the mean
    and that means

    the house always wins

     morning thoughts

    Every morning I wake up
    And see the love of my life

    Sleeping soundly
    In our bed
    The sun fills my room

    And I get up
    To do my morning routine
    Just marveling at the sight

    And as I do my thing
    I am drawn back to bed

    Just to look
    At this strange creature
    That captured my heart
    So many years ago

    And I wonder yet again
    At the mystery of our love
    How and why

    Did the universe bring us together?
    Where did she come from
    And why did she summoned me?

    I have no answers
    Our love transcended
    The barriers of time
    And space

    And somehow
    We found each other
    And will be together

    Until the death of time

    April 8th Santa James Comes to Town

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

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

    Life can be better
    Love can conquer hate

    And decency can prevail
    Over the dark forces all around us
    In Kingman, Arizona

    An old blind homeless man appeared
    Out of nowhere he showed up

    And started walking about
    He was polite, friendly and not scary
    Did not want anything from any one

    And somehow he conquered the town
    Who adopted him

    They called him Santa James
    Because he wore a red Santa cape

    And he was just so
    filled with good will
    Laughter, advice and stories

    Boy did he spin good stories
    Poetic allusions
    And just radiated goodness

    Everyone fell in love
    with Santa James
    He was given a job

    Playing piano
    Given a room to stay in

    Spoke at the local schools
    And churches

    And to any one
    who stopped him
    He remembered everyone’s name

    And life story
    Even though he was blind

    He could see the good in everyone
    And that is the moral of the tale of mine

    here is goodness all around us
    If only we open our hearts
    To accept it

    We have the power
    To reject hate
    To reject division

    And accept love
    If only Santa James spirit
    Could spread across this country

    We could heal our wounds
    And become united again

    That is my prayer
    Perhaps Santa James
    Is really a saint

    The real thing
    Who knows

    All we know
    Is that Santa James
    Came to town

    And the rest
    Is the history
    We will make of it

    Long Live Santa James

     Coffee  Love Hate Affair

    I love coffee
    Always have
    Always will

    But I have
    a love-hate affair
    With coffee

    Love it when it gets me
    uplifting high in the sky
    As the sun comes over

    Filling with hope
    And anticipation

    As I conquer the day’s
    Daunting tasks
    With a little help
    From my drug of choice

    But coffee turns on me
    Late in the day
    And I can’t sleep

    just can’t sleep
    As the coffee burns
    In my soul

    And I toss and turn
    And sleep no more

    Coffee does that to me
    And so,

    I am reduced
    To drinking decaf coffee
    or fake herbal coffee
    Not the same thing at all

    But that is all I can handle
    As I am a coffee addict
    And always will be

    Coffee Blues

    Coffee
    is my drug
    of choice
    Always has been

    Ever since
    I first tried it
    As a young lad
    so many decades ago

    Loved coffee’s power
    To speed up
    my synaptic nerves
    Turning me on

    Keeping me going
    and going and going
    But there is a dark
    side to everything

    And coffee is a drug
    And it will take you
    Where it wants to go

    Enslaving you
    Making you its victim
    As it toys with you

    Messes with you
    Prevents you
    from sleeping

    Coffee
    is a harsh mistress
    It demands respect

    As you fall
    under it seductive powers
    Slave again
    To the drug of choice

    Just another over-caffeinated
    Coffee addict
    Stumbling along the street
    Looking for a fix

    At six in the morning
    As the coffee wears off
    And you finally
    Can get some sleep

    Until the alarm
    Blasts you away
    And you reach out
    Trembling for your fix

    Coffee

    you scream out
    I need coffee
    The universe laughs
    As you get your coffee high

    Just another pathetic
    coffee junkie
    When all is said

    and done

     Messenger Dog of God

    One day
    While studying in Rome
    As a priest

    I notice a small white dog
    Staring at me

    He glances at me
    Indicating that I am to follow him

    I get up
    And follow this strange dog
    He leads me deep

    Inside the hidden depths
    Of the Vatican
    Finally stopping by a door

    I open the door
    And see St Peter there

    He smiles
    Dismisses the dog
    Who moves on down the hall

    Finished with his cosmic duty
    As the secret messenger of God
    All in a days work
    I ask why am I here?

    St Peter says
    Why are any of us here?

    It is time for you to go

    But I don’t want to go
    Don’t want to leave this mortal plane
    St Peter smiles

    Says it is time to go
    I wake up

    Back in my bed
    With my wife
    And realize it was all a dream

    It was not yet time
    To go

    But I am afraid
    I will find the messenger dog
    Outside my door

    Any day now
    The grim reaper waits

    And it will soon be my time

    just for today

    today
    just for today
    I plan to do nothing
    nothing at all

    just go with the flow

    of the day

    as the day turns into night
    and the night turns into sleep
    I will ride the wave
    along

    with my love

    until the day is done

    it’s a dog’s life for me

    an agnostic dyslectic
    stays up all night
    wondering if there is a dog
    the Buddhists wonder
    about the Buddha nature of the dog

    the evangelicals are sure that there is a dog
    and you must follow their dog

    or go to hell
    for following another’s dog

    the Muslims agree

    there is only one dog
    and the dogs
    smile at the foolishness
    of the human race

    of course, there is a dog

    and they are the master race

    as they growl at their owners
    who bow down

    and clean up their mess

    it can’t happen, or has it

    Every day when I watch TV
    I see the chattering classes
    The TV pundits
    And their guests
    Pontificate about this and that

    And it seems to me
    That they are missing the big picture
    In the era of Donald Trump

    Nothing that they say
    Will make a difference

    Donald Trump has slowly conquered
    The political world
    And he is shaping it into something

    That we had hoped we would never see
    A truly American neo-fascist state
    Wrapped around the flag

    And so-called Christian values
    And the latest made up outrage

    And the chattering classes
    Don’t seem to understand

    That they are next
    On the hit parade
    As the Donald Trump machinery
    Continues to take over
    the known universe

    The question used to be

    It can’t happen here
    The answer I am afraid
    Is already has

    so excited to be alive

    I wake up
    with the dawning sun
    this morning
    I was so excited

    to be alive

    at age 63

    I look at my sleeping beauty
    and realize yet again
    my life began

    te day I met her

    37 years ago

    she walked off a bus
    out of my dreams
    and into my life

    and my life began
    that autumn day

    when I met
    the girl of my dreams

    trump

    Triumphed against all enemies
    Remaining unvanquished
    Uniting all who oppose him
    Might makes right

    Patriots unite behind the Great Leader

    just an unhinged werewolf howling at the moon

     

    as the lunatic light of the blood red moon
    the super blue moon lights up the night

    the werewolf stirs
    as the light shines on him

    slowly transforming him

    into a dark dangerous creature
    of the lunatic night

    ready for his flight

    out into the world,
    he emerges

    snarling

    howling at the moon

    just another unhinged

    werewolf
    out for blood today

    howling at the moon

    scorpion night of passion

    Born in October
    Scorpion Passionate fool
    Always taking the lead

    consumed with dark desires

    is this Scorpio buddha nature

    consumed with dark desires

    Glow

     

     

    Glowing light of the dawning sun
    Lights up my dismal room
    Overwhelming me with love

    Watching my dream girl sleep

    old woman and the genie

    An old Chinese woman

    Stands in a field
    On the lunatic edge of town

    Where drinkers gather to drink

    And woman of ill repute

    Play their games

    With the passing drunks
    Men ready for a night of passion

    She is holding a tea pot

    And proclaims

    That the pot contains

    A genie
    That will grant the new owner

    Three wishes

    She had to sell the pot

    Because her wishes came true

    And she smiles
    And laughs insanely

    The laughter dies

    And she implores people

    To buy her tea pot

    And put her out of misery
    Just buy my pot

    And your dreams will come true

    Be careful dear thought

    Remember all magic

    Comes with a price
    A terrible price

    trapped back of the bus

    hitching a ride

     

    Back of the Bus

    Many years ago

    When I was a foolish young man
    I took a greyhound bus trip

    Just to see the country

    I was trapped
    In the back of the bus

    Where the young
    And restless souls

    Gathered together

    And drank illegally
    And smoked weed

    Also illegally
    We stayed there

    Until Winnemuca

    Where I got off
    And found my bus pass

    Had found another owner

    Ad I went to Salt Lake City

    Still trapped in the back of the bus

    down and out in Saigon

     

    Down and Out in Saigon
    Southeast Asia, and Mexico
    has always attracted

    A certain type of westerner

    The down and out

    On a down word spiral
    Why?
    Relatively cheap to live

    Lots of part-time gigs

    Teaching English

    Or other things
    Cheap Booze, drugs, sex
    Readily available

    Places to stay

    Dirt cheap

    And no one needs
    To sleep outdoors
    Easy to disappear

    Into the foreigner’s backpackers ghettos

    And escape

    From whatever you are running from
    The locals are somewhat tolerant
    The police usually look the other way

    And there are lots of people

    In your shoes

    I was surprised to find
    That Saigon has become
    The latest place

    For the down and outer crowd

    In Bangkok, one sees them a lot

    In Cambodia as well

    In the Philippines

    In Nepal

    And south of the border

    In Mexico as well

    and Eastern Europe

     

    And Latin America

    In India not so much

    In Japan and Korea

    Just too damn expensive

    And too cold to be outdoors

    Back in the day

    I used to work

    The citizen services gig

    And saw lots of the down

    and out set

    The old blues song

    comes to mind

    No one remembers you

    When you are down and out

    And in the States

    Being down and out

     

    Means living

    on the mean streets

    As it is very difficult

    To live with almost no money

    And the various side hustles

    Don’t give you much money

    Unless you are dealing drugs

    And teaching ESL

    Is not an option

    other hustles are difficult

    and begging gets one arreste

    Food is expensive

    Transportation is expensive

    Booze and drugs expensive

    Rent is prohibitive

    Commercial sex is expensive

    And no one loves you

    If you are down and out

    No one knows your name

    You are just another

    homeless bum

    Invisible to all

    As you try to make do

    Much better to be down and out

    In Southeast Asia

    Than on the mean streets

    Of the USA

    Ghosts Along the Jungle Path in Vietnam

    walking down a lonely trail

    in the jungles of Vietnam

    fleeing the ghosts of the Viet Kong

    down the Chu Chi Trail

    pursued by ghosts

    and memories of war

    and the horror

    that lay beneath my feet

    wondering yet again

    was it worth it

    the war

    the thousands of dead

    silent witnesses

    lie beneath my feet

    silent witnesses

    to the folly of war

    as I walk down the jungle path

    heading to nowhere

    thinking these dark thoughts

    talking to my ghostly companions

    Saigon 1995

    In 1995

    I was one of the first American tourists

    Allowed into Vietnam

    To freely wander about

    Tourism was at its infancy

    And Saigon was chaotic

    Wild and crazy

    Traffic was insane

    There were few tourism sites

    Few hotels

    Few guest houses

    And not too many restaurants

    The food was good

    We saw the war memorial

    The reunification palace

    And the big market

    But we felt we were being monitored

    Beggars were everywhere

     

    There were scams everywhere

    And it was not that pleasant an experience

    But Saigon grew up

    Became a much more tourist-friendly place

    And these problems we encountered

     

    A thing of the place

    Saigon is so much better

    So much more developed

    That it has captured our soul

    And we will be back

    saigon 201

    Saigon 2019

    Vibrant, vivid, exciting
    A city on the move

     

    Becoming a world-class city

    Yet still with a Saigon swagger

    Wandering the streets

    Dodging the traffic

    Admiring the women

    Enjoying the food

    Saigon enters my heart

    And I know that I will be back

    This city is growing on me

    Reminds me of Korea

    One hopes that as it develops

    It will not become a carbon copy

    Of other big Asian cities

    Obliterating its past

    In search of a false modern image

    I hope it can retain

    What makes Saigon Saigon

    And not become another Gangnam

    Hope it does it with Saigon style

    And the people will evolve

    The country will emerge

    And become what it should be

    The Paris of the East

    This is my vision

    as I wander about

    enjoying Saigon in 2019

    ghost of Chu Chi

    Crawling down the tunnels

    Of Chu Chi

    I could almost imagine

    The Viet Kong guerillas

    Hiding deep under the tunnels

    As the land above is turned

    Into a temporary dessert

    With the vegetation burned off

    By napalm and agent orange

    The Viet Kong creep out at night

    Stealing onto the bases

    Stealing weapons, food, supplies

    And occasionally killing soldiers

    In their sleep

    The US soldiers

    Stay on base at night

    Terrified of the mosquitos

    And of the Viet Kong

    the ghosts

    Surround me

    Telling me their stories

    And at last I fled

    Through the emergency escape tunnel

    Declaring victory

    Profoundly shaken up

    By the ghosts of the Chu Chi tunnels

    Old Lady in the Neighborhood

    There is an old Vietnamese lady

    In the neighborhood

    Obviously senile

    But everyone knows her

    And watches over her

    To make sure

    She stays out of traffic

    And out of trouble

    She talks to everyone

    But no one seems to understand

    What she is babbling

    on about

    They smile at her

    And she smiles back

    And she for some reason

    She likes us

    And like my

    Vietnamese Coffee lady

    I wonder why

    Why was there

    this connection

    Between us

    It dawned on me

    Perhaps in a prior life

    She knew an American or two

    And I remind her of someone

    Or perhaps she is found

    Of Korean K drama

    And Angela reminds her

    Of her favorite K Drama star

    Or perhaps it is both

    Or another reason entirely

    But in any event

    I look forward

    To seeing her smiling face

    Every time I walk

    Down my ally way

    in Old Saigon

    Coffee Lady in Saigon

    Every morning

    I have gone out for Vietnamese coffee

    At a sidewalk café

    Down the ally from our AIRBNB

    The owner is a pleasant middle age woman

    Who for some reason likes us

    She smiles at us

    Greets us in Vietnamese

    She does  not understand English

    Or Korean

    And I wonder why

    Why was there

    this connection

    Between us

    It dawned on me

    Perhaps in a prior life

    She knew an American or two

    And I remind her of someone

    Or perhaps she is found

    Of Korean K drama

    And Angela reminds her

    Of her favorite K Drama star

    Or perhaps it is both

    Or another reason entirely

    But I moved today

    And will miss her

    Might go back for a final cup

    Of coffee

    To say good bye

    To my Vietnamese coffee lady

    Mastering the Saigon Shuffle

     

    Motorbike riders waiting at intersection. Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam

    When I first visited Saigon

    Learning the Saigon Shuffle

    Was difficult

    And now 24 years later

    It all seems to be coming back

    There is an art to crossing the street

    Dodging the motor cyclists, the taxis, the private cars

    The bikes and other pedestrians and the buses

    The art consists of letting the big guys go first

    Then walk between the motorcycles and cyclists

    Trusting that they will get out of your way

    And they being masters of the Saigon shuffle

    Always find a way

    In my two visits I was struck

    By how it all flows together

    Without a central authority

    And with almost no planning

    Lights or cops

    Somehow it just is

    And somehow it works

    And it is still a mystery to me

    24 years after first

    Encountering the Saigon shuffle

    old Ghosts in Saigon

    Old ghosts wandering the streets of old Saigon

    Lost spirits of the dead

    Died during the endless wars

    Ghostly apparitions around every corner

    Here was Kilroy

    and his gang of soldiers

    Over there were the Viet Cong

    Waiting to kill them

    Saigon is filled with memories like that

    Terrible times were had here in Old Saigon

    Silently the ghosts parade the city streets

    As the tourists drink in the bars

    Seeing Ghosts

    Seeing Ghosts

    I walk around the streets

    Of old Saigon

    Seeing sensing the undead

    The ghosts of the war

    That haunted life

    So many years ago

    So many people died

    For a war

    That never should have been fought

    For reasons that are still not clear

    A great tragedy unfolded

    In a land half away

    Around the world

    The ghosts smile at me

    And then they disappear

    Leaving me in the present

    Life goes on

    satanic torture

    I find myself

    In a dark room
    Strapped to a bed

    The light turns on

    The large TV comes on

    A smiling image

    Of Satan fills the TV
    He is dressed

    In a conservative business suit

    Looks like he came

    Out of a corporate

    board meeting
    surrounded by demonic aides

    who constantly shove papers

    at him

    He looks up from his lap top

    And smiles
    A deadly so insincere smile

    His voice booms out

    Welcome to Hell

    My satanic slaves

    I am Satan
    Your new master

    Each of you

    Has been sentenced

    To an eternity of torture

    And the punishment
    Must fit the crime

    So, for you

    Mr. Jake Cosmos Aller

    Failed aspiring poet

    And novelist
    Your torture

    Is to be strapped

    To that bed

    Unable to move

    As you are filled

     

    With the need

    To piss and

    But you cannot move

    And your skin

    Is crawling with bugs
    And itchy

    as Hell so to speak

    and you are so sleepy

    but you cannot sleep

    the TV will play

     

    endless repeats

    Of some of the worst TV

    and movie shows

    ever produced

    Starting with my favorite

    A Series of Unfortunate Events

    Featuring your favor annoying little girl

    Carmetta! Singing for you forever

    As you are the ultimate cake sniffer

    Welcome to Hell

    worlds within worlds lost in inner space

     

    A man woke up one day

    Lost in inner space

    Went so far down

    The proverbial rabbit hole

    That he did not know

    Where he was

    Nor what time it was

    Nor when it was

    As he stared out

    At a bewildering world

    A world lost in inner space

    Deep down in his dreams

    Filled with nightmarishly real

    Monsters, demons and ghostly apparitions

    He saw them and began running

    Running running running

    With the hell hounds behind him

    Leading him to the edge

    of the pits of hell itself

    abandon all hope

    ye who enter here

    the sign read

    above the entrance to the pit

    and there was a devil standing there

    armed with a clipboard

    and a computer spreadsheet
    Satan was the ultimate bureaucrat

    Name barked the devil

    Date of Birth ?

    Date of Death?

    Don’t know? That won’t do at all
    Hmm

    Car accident due to drunk driving

    And you killed a child

    Bad on you

    But here in hell
    The punishment fits the crime

    And the devil laughed

    Joined in by the hell hounds

    And other nightmare creatures

    A bell ran out

    In the purple crystalline sky

    And slowly the worlds receded

    And he found himself alive

    In his room

    And vowed

    That today

    Was the day

    He would quit drinking

    Quit taking drugs

    And quit chasing strange woman

     

    And having wild libertine sex

    He picked up the phone

    It was Satan’s aid

    Be careful what you vow

    We are listening

    If you fulfill your vows

    You might find yourself

    Escaping life in Hell

    It is up to you to choose

    And the man got dressed

     

    Went to work

    Thinking deep thoughts

    And drove off a cliff

    And back down the endless

    Worlds within worlds

    endless movie

     

    Watching the TV coverage

    Of the great government shut down

    Of 2018-2019

    I am reminded of a movie

    As I fall asleep

    Listening to the TVBlather on and on

    About what it all means

    Mr. Natural pops u

    And screams

    “It don’t mean s….

     

    “Dude, the endless movie

    Is about to begin”!

    A middle-aged white man

    Down on his proverbial luck

    Just been fired
    Replaced by a foreign worker

    Or a robot

    Or just fired

    Because he was no longer

    Deemed useful
    To the masters of the universe

    If he was lucky

    He’d  be given a watch

    And an IOU worthless pension

    And the man wanders into a restaurant

    Pulls out a gun

    Eats his breakfast

    After the official breakfast hour

    Puts on a Pepe the green frog mask

    Drops acid, Snorts speed

    Drinks a shot of booze

    And coffee smokes a joint

    Snorts cocaine for good measure

    and smokes a cigarette

    And walks outside

    steals a bus at gun point

    Filled with passengers

    He tells them

    They are hostages

    And he puts on his vest

    With the dead man switch

    Next to the bomb

    He announces

    Via tweet

    He is going to take the bus

    To the proverbial pot of gold

    Hidden deep in a cave

    And when he got there

    He would release the hostages

    And disappear into the mine

    And never be found again

    And as the bus careens around the mountain

    At 100 miles an hour

    The dude sprouts out

    Conspiracy after conspiracy theory

    About Obama the Muslim communist

    secret gay working with George Soros

    the Jewish money people

    in league with the shapeshifting lizards

    and Mueller is one of them

    they are all after him

    because he knows the deal

    And the passengers are transfixed

    Half hoping, he would make it

    Half hoping, he would be blown away

    And as the bus careens out of control

    With the wheels falling off

    And the cliff looming ahead

    You realize we are all doomed

    morphing images

    I am in a room

    Drinking at a party

    And smoking weed

    Watching people all around me

    Change into hideous creatures

    Monsters from the deepest depths of hell

    Everyone in the room

    Has been transformed except me

    The Chief of them all

    Wears a Trumpian mask

    Complete with orange hair

    Half human half pig

    His deputy

    Wears the face of Putin

    But his body

    Half human, half horse: if

    The other creatures wear masks

    Many of them wear

    Green Pepe the alt-right

    Symbolic frog masks

    And have T-shirts

    Bearing alt right slogans

    And Nazi symbols

    And as they prance about

    They chant alt. Right slogans

    And neo-Nazi chants

    Jews will not Replace us

    And the rest of these creatures

    Are hideous ugly beasts

    With only a vestige of humanity left

    And these monsters are engaged

    In all sorts of foul evil deeds

    Murder violence death

    All around

    And non-stop

    violent drug-fueled orgies

    As these creatures

    Half human half monsters

    Half male, half female creatures

    Snort coke, cocaine, speed

    Smoke weed and drink vodka shots

    Scotch, bourbon and beer

    The Trumpian Pig leads the charge

    Starts engaging in sodomy with Putin

    Who chases after people

    Cutting off their heads with his sword

    They turn on to their fellow creatures

    Raping and killing each other

    and eating their fellow creatures

    All night long

    Then they attack me

    Screaming

    Jews will not replace us

    And I wake up

    Screaming

    As the sun comes up

    Just another nightmare

    One Night I Dreamt of You

    One night I dreamt of you

    For seven years I dreamt of you

    Until you walked into my life

    One Night in Lithia Springs

    One night in Lithia Springs

    We soaked away our painful life

    And again fell in Love

    You Are My Everything

    You are my everything

    All my hopes and dreams

    Haunting my nights

    I Can Not Get Rid

    I cannot get rid

    This angel haunting my soul

    Seeing your face in the sky

    saying goodbye

    Saying goodbye now

    Is the hardest thing to do

    But I must do it

    You are my Angel

    You are my Angel

    Sent from God up in heaven

    To conquer my life

    One Moment, One Day

    One moment, one day

    You walked out of my nightmares

    And swept into life

    Waking Up to No You

    Waking up to no you

    Absent in my bed at night

    Absent from my dreams

    Thursday Evening

    Thursday early evening

    Thinking dark thoughts only you

    Can you cure these thoughts?

    howling at the moon

    As I sit

    Under the lunatic light of the full moon

    Of the blood-red lights of the moon

    Full of wild passions

    The lustful beast stirs again

    And starts running and running

    Howling at the moon

    Riding into the new dawn

    On a demented Harley Davis cycle

    With two naked babes on his back

    Riding into the sun

    90 miles per second

    At the speed of thought

    He disappears into the lunatic light

    Of the full moon

    And I wake up

    Alone in my bed

    Saying, man, that was quite a night

    I better not go there again

    The wild beast

    Laughs

    He has heard that before

    And I join

    The beast

    In howling at the Moon

    just an unhinged lunatic howling at the moon

    On a moonlit late night

    I sat in a bar

    Drinking drams of demented, fermented dream dew

    Just an unhinged lunatic

    Dreaming of howling at the full moon

    Watching the world walk by

    Looking at all the fine looking babes

    Walking by the street

    Thinking wild, erotic thoughts

    Of endless wild libertine passions

    When into the bar

    Walked the most beautiful women

    In the Universe

    So wild, so free

    So wonderfully alive

    I did not know what to do

    As this vision of delight

    Sauntered through the bar

    In a skin-tight leather pants

    Looked so fine

    That my eyeballs hurt

    And finally, I had to say something

    So, I gathered up my manly courage

    And walked up to her

    And she looked at me

    And instantly bewitched my soul

    With a devilish grin

    I lost all reason

    And became a raving lunatic

    Unhinged lunatic

    Howling at the moon

    Foaming at the mouth

    A wild, free werewolf

    Howling at the lunatic light

    Of the full Moon

    Note: in honor of the blood moon posted on my blog the world according to cosmos

    the story of how we met

    It all began in Berkeley, California

    In the springtime of 1974

    One fateful afternoon

    I was sleeping in my high school Physics class.

    I looked up and saw a tall,

    beautiful Asian woman

    standing there looking at me.

    She was the most beautiful women

    in the universe to me

    I screamed out, who are you?

    She disappeared

    as if she was beamed

    away from my dream.

    I knew that someday

    I would meet the girl

    In the dream

    Little did I know

    I would have to wait until 1982

    Starting that month

    I began having the same dream

    Month and month and month.

    Always the same.

    She was saying something

    in a strange language.

    Then one day

    I had the dream

    and knew that

    she was in Korea.

    So, I chose to go

    to Korea

    In the Peace Corps,

    Somehow knowing

    That I would meet her there.

    One day

    A year after the Peace Corps ended

    A month before I planned

    to leave to return

    to the U.S. for graduate school

    That morning early in the morning

    I had the last of these dreams.

    This time I understood her.

    She said, “Don’t worry.

    We’ll meet soon.”

    That evening

    As I was getting off the bus

    To go to my class

    I saw getting off the bus

    The girl in my dream.

    It was she!

    I was speechless.

    I did not know what to do.

    Over the course of the evening

    I ran into her several times.

    Finally, I was introduced to her.

    I muttered some lame excuse

    About wanting to find a Korean tutor

    and got her number.

    The next day she came to the gate

    Of my base where I was teaching

    ESL to Koreans

    She said that she

    had to speak with me.

    I told to wait in the library

    for about an hour,

    and I would cancel class

    and meet her then.

    We went out for coffee.

    She told me that she was madly

    in love with me

    And simply had to have me.

    I told her I felt the same way.

    I proposed five days later,

    And got married one month later.

    Does she believe this story?

    She claims she does not believe it

    Because it is impossible to be true.

    But I know that there

    are other worlds and other times.

    In a past life

    we must have been together somehow.

    And our love was so strong

    That it crossed over the barrier

    of time and space

    She found me in 1974,

    But it took until 1982

    For us to actually meet.

    And it has been 36 years

    Since we met in the physical sphere

    Or 45 years since the dream began

    And I still recall the dream

    And meeting her

    I had no choice

    When I met her

    We were fated to be together

    true story.

    October Rain

    The falling rain

    Of late October

    Fills me with essential dread

    As I rush about

    And end up here

    Wherever here is

    The rain outside

    Seems like the tears of god

    As I sit

    Crying over my beer

    Thinking of lost love

    And failed dreams

    Wondering

    What went wrong?

    And what I can set right

    And the rain falls

    And the night darkens

    The rain is falling

    All over this man’s world

    And the rain falls

    And I sit

    Drinking my lonesome drink

    Lost in dreams

    Dreaming of what

    Could never be

    Thinking dark thoughts

    And so, I sit

    And dream the night away

    fake things

     

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    We live in a world

    Of fake things

    Fake Products

    Fake News

    Fake Calls

    Fake Politics

    Fake Sports

    Fake Business

    Fake Leaders

    Fake People

    Fake friends

    Fake sincerity

    Surrounded 24/7

    By all the fake things

    How can anything real exist?

    Is it all nothing but fake things

    Designed to deceive us all?

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    Morphing Images from Hellish Nightmare

     

    I am in a room

    Watching people all around me

    Change into hideous creatures

    Monsters from the deepest depths of hell

    The Chief of them all

    Wears a Trumpian mask

    Completed with orange hair

    Half human half pig

    His deputy

    Wears the face of Putin

    But his body

    Half human, half horse

    The other creatures wear masks

    Many of them wear

    Green Pepe the alt right

    Symbolic frog masks

    And have T shirts

    Bearing alt right slogans

    And Nazi symbols

    And as they prance about

    They chant alt. Right slogans

    And neo Nazi chants

    Jews with Not Replace us

    And the rest of these creatures

    Are hideous ugly beasts

    With only a vestige of humanity left

    And these monsters are engaged

    In all sorts of foul evil deeds

    Murder violence death

    All around

    And none-stop

    violent drug fueled orgies

    As these creatures

    Half human half monsters

    Half male, half female creatures

    Snort coke, cocaine, speed

    Smoke weed and drink vodka shots

    Scotch, bourbon and beer

    The Trumpian Pig leads the charge

    Starts engaging in sodomy with Putin

    Who chases after people

    Cutting off their heads with his sword

    They turn on to their fellow creatures

    Raping and ing each other

    All night long

    Then they attack me

    Screaming

    Jews will not replace us

    And I wake up

    Screaming

    As the sun comes up

    Just another nightmare

    Note: from a recent nightmare

    early morning thoughts

    Early in the midst of a chaotic frenzy

    I caught the fragrance of her sweat grin

    And my heart did a swirling spin

    When I saw that vision of erotic delight

    There I stood

    Alone in a somehow too dismal room

    Full of vibrant people

    I knew not what to say

    So, I spent that dismal day

    Thinking dismal morbid thoughts of lugubrious doom

    Thoughts what might happen that day

    And what might have been if I had the courage to say Hello

    Thus, it went

    Years after ever melancholy year

    Days after ever gloomy days

    Nights of self-induced torture

    Months of nightly rancid beer

    There it went

    Now

    I am sitting and thinking

    Thoughts so gloomy

    I still don’t know

    Life belongs to the living

    Not to the morbid mystic dreamers

    Nor the poets dying

    depressed morbid nights

    One of these depressed, depraved, morbid nights

    I shall awake to the God damned game of life

    And sit under the graying light

    Of the foolish full moon

    And laminate upon my luminance

    And chew up the garments of past lives

    And cry my soul

    But no one will hear the plight of my mind

    On strike for better wages

    And more love

    Thus, I will sit, and think and dream

    Dreams that no one ever before dreamt

    It is so very lonely being a foolish lunatic

    But then as I drink to oblivion

    I begin to think

    Of all those things that I have not experienced

    And wonder with a vengeance

    Why God hates me so

    Or is it only an illusion?

    When will I awake

    Or do we just sit waiting for more beer

    To cover up

    The stench of putrid rotting flesh

    Waiting for death to take us away

    To the Cosmic garbage dump in the sky

    Trying to communicate across a gap

    That is light years’ long

    And will never close

    For man was not made to know

    The real thoughts of another

    Man was made to suffer, cry and wait

    For the party in Hell afterwards

    , let’s us die and be done with it

    Or live without our God damned dreams

    Running our thoughts

    Into pits of depraved madness

    Hell is Here to Stay

    The angel of the lord

    Appeared on TV sets

    All over the world

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    People woke up

    Expecting to see

    The usual suspects

    Talking heads

    Talking drivel

    Talking trash

    Instead

    A stern visage

    A stern old man

    In a dark suit

    He had a salt and pepper beard

    And long, dark black hair

    And piercing blue eyes

    Staring out

    From his stern face

    The eyes

    Piercing the soul

    Of all who listened

    The voice

    Of the angel of the lord

    Was like thunder

    And all over the world

    People tried to turn off

    Their TV sets

    To no avail

    Twilight light Zone

    Prevailed

    The angel of the lord

    Stopped swearing

    And said

    In a calm

    Deadly voice

    People of earth

    You know the lord

    By a billion names

    I am his spokesman

    We’ve realized

    There is the age of the TV

    And we must be able to reach

    You directly

    Before one or a million

    Could understand

    Now no one hears us

    For you are convinced

    We are dead

    Irrelevant

    Washed up

    A fraud

    Frankly speaking

    You all can go to hell

    And an evil grin

    Appears on his face

    As he says

    Can a fraud do this?

    And outside

    Thunder and lightening

    A star comes down

    And houses were blown away

    And everyone was

    Outside

    The TV set

    Was in the sky above

    The voice of the angel

    Of the lord

    Proclaiming

    Repent

    The end is near

    And now

    No more TV

    No more booze

    The rights to you

    Have been sold

    For to quote Frank Zappa

    You are all assholes

    You are all assholes

    All of you

    Little, mean little assholes

    Let me introduce

    My new business partner

    satan

    Satan, also known

    As the prince of darkness

    God and Satan

    Have agreed on a deal

    A thousand year Reich

    A thousand year of slavery

    For you

    My little human assholes

    For your sins, your arrogance

    Your foolish pride

    After a thousand years

    Of pure torture

    We will return

    To judge the living and the dead

    Most of you will remain in hell

    Some will be redeemed

    And allowed into heaven

    And now, back to your usual station

    Welcome to hell

    Satan said

    And laughed and laughed and laughed

    And the usual crimes resume

    The usual lies and deceits and shames

    For most people

    It made no difference

    They had been in hell

    For centuries

    For some

    It mattered

    fake eggs

     

    Eggs

    I love real eggs

    From real chicken

    Preferably free range

    Vegetarian fed,

    No antibiotic feed

    No hormones added

    Non-caged chickens,

    allowed to roam about

    As God intended

    them to do

    Not locked up

    In chicken coop hell

    But now

    We have so many choices

    We can have fake eggs

    Without any cholesterol

    Or yoke

    Tastes like real chicken eggs

    At least they claim

    But who knows what’s real

    Any more

    Can you trust

    The chicken is real ?

    Fake bread

    Now a days

    Most of the time

    I eat fake bread

    GF bread

    For health reasons

    My wife can’t tolerate the real thing

    And so,

    I eat fake bread

    Fake pasta

    Fake pizza

    But every so often

    I want the real deal

    I crave bread

    Made with wheat

    And a real pizza

    And real pasta

    And real donuts

     

    Fake Booze

    I never real understood

    The concept of alcohol free booze

    Alcohol free beer

    Alcohol free wine

    I don’t get Mocktales

    And I don’t get fruit beer

    And coffee beer

    And other the other weirdo drinks

    That people drink these days

    I mean when you drink booze

    You want the alcohol

    You want the buzz

    You need the booze

    And you want it now

    And frankly fake booze

    Just does not do it for me

    So please no fake beer

    No mocktails

    No fake wine for me

    As the song puts it

    One scotch, one bourbon

    And one beer

    So, either give me the real deal

    Or give me a cup of tea

    Or coffee or water or juice

    Or whatever

    But don’t serve me fake booze

    fake fish

    fish market

    Every where in the world

    When you eat fish

    In a restaurant

    The restaurant owners

    Claim it is salmon or tuna

    Or other delicious fish

    But the sad reality

    60 percent of the time

    You are eating fake fish

    The fish may be fish

    Or may not be fish

    But if it is indeed fish

    It is probably tilapia

    Or some other cheap

    Bottom feeding scumbag fish

    Filled with toxins

    And possibly tape worms

    And other parasites

    And as you eat your delicious fish

    You are eating the fake fish

    And helping the fish industry

    Continue this con game

    But there is nothing you can do

    Except for catching your own fish

    And preparing it yourself

    So, when you eat fish

    Pretend if you must

    That you eating salmon or tuna

    While you eat your tilapia

    And pay the salmon/tuna premium price

    fake vegan meat

    When I go to a vegetarian restaurant

    I often encounter fake meat

    Often called mock meat

    Made out of soy beans, and other things

    And I wonder

    Why bother with the façade

    I mean if you are a vegan

    Be a vegan

    Don’t eat or make fake meat

    You don’t need it

    You really don’t like it

    And it is somehow

    just wrong to me

    So please no more fake meat

    No more tofu turkey for me

    Either give me my meat

    Or give me my vegan delight

     

    Fake coffee

    I used to be a big coffee drinker

    Had to have my four or five cups

    Of real fresh brewed coffee

    Not for me the weak instant coffee

    Of decafe coffee or herbal fake coffee

    But over time coffee caught up to me

    And now I can not handle the real deal

    And I am forced to drink decafe coffee

    Which is a kind of fake coffee to me

    Or herbal coffee

    Which is entirely fake

    Designed to taste like the real thing

    But without that caffeine kick

    That true coffee drinkers crave

    Since we are all caffeine addicts at heart

    Just need that rush to get going

    And keep going

    And the fake coffee

    Just does not do the trick

    And so, I am doomed

    To drink decafe coffee

    And fake coffee

    Missing my real cup of coffee

    Until the I enjoy the last drop

    Fake Food

    fast food

    in this world of fake things

    Nothing is more fake

    Than the food we eat

    Most of the fake food crap we eat

    Is nothing but chemicals

    And flavorings

    Added to a small amount

    Of real food

    All packaged and sold

    And marketed

    Scientifically designed to taste good

    So we eat the poisoned food

    And get sicker and sicker

    While the food industry giants

    Make obscene profits

    Selling us poison

    fake smiles

    photo of fake people laughing
    fake people laughing

    The old soul classic

    Smiling faces got it right

    “Smiling faces sometimes

    Pretend to be your friend

    Smiling faces show no traces

    Of the evil that lurks within (can you dig it?)

    Smiling faces, smiling faces, sometimes

    They don’t tell the truth

    Smiling faces, smiling faces tell lies and I got proof

    Oh, oh, yeah

    Let me tell you

    The truth is in the eyes ’cause the eyes don’t lie, amen

    Remember, a smile is just a frown turned upside down my friend

    So, hear me when I’m saying

    Smiling faces, smiling faces, sometimes, yeah

    They don’t tell the truth

    Smiling faces, smiling faces tell lies and I got proof

    (Beware) beware of the handshake

    That hides the snake (can you dig it, can you dig it?)

    I’m a-tellin’ you beware of the pat on the back

    It just might hold you back

    Jealousy, (jealousy) misery (misery) envy (envy)

    I…”

    Boy did the singer get it right

    In this world of fake things

    Where the market rules us all

    The art of the fake smile

    Has been perfected

    They say that many people

    Have mastered the art of the fake smile

    Where you smile

    and pretend to like someone

    your victim

    does not suspect

    that the smile

    is because you are thinking

    of stabbing them in the back

    oh yes in a world of fake people

    beware, beware of smiling faces

    fake friends

    In this world of fake things

    Where nothing is real

    Nothing is authentic

    And the market rules us all

    There is no room

    For real friendship

    We are all using each other

    To get ahead

    So we pretend to be friends

    All the time

    Plotting against our so called friends

    To get ahead

    The market rewards the most vicious

    Sociopathic values rule the market

    Friendship is for wimps

    And losers

    Those winners end up

    Alone all alone

    For they have no real friends

    But boy do they have real enemies

    For in this fake world of ours

    Perhaps hate is the one real emotion

    That has survived

    fake relationships

    In this modern world

    Where everything seems fake

    There are few genuine relationships left

    Most relationships are market driven

    How can this person help me

    In my career or in life

    What can I get from them

    How can I use them for my advantage

    And what do they want in return

    And we are all nothing but personal brands

    Competing all the time for the next gig job

    And  romance

    Has been reduced  to sexual lust

    And nothing more

    And few people want babies

    Any more

    Babies are expensive

    And limit your ability

    To compete for your next bed partner

    And being real, telling people what we really think

    Is usually a CLM – career limiting move so to speak

    So, everyone hides their true feelings

    And are resigned to living this fake life

    In a world filled with fake people

    I wonder if there are any real people left

    fake Jake

    Many years ago

    I proclaimed to the world

    I was Jake

    And I was not a fake

    But I was the real deal

    But over the years

    I too have become fake

    And yes Jake

    Is also nothing but a fake

    Fake  Souls

    In this hyper materialist era

    We find ourselves in

    Is there such a thing as a true soul?

    Or have we all become

    Nothing but fake souls

    The rights to our souls

    Long ago sold

    To the evil masters of the universe

    The secret programmers

    Of this cosmic video game

    We all live in

    And our dear leader

    Donald Trump

    Has a fake soul

    As he acts like he is robot

    Trying to fake real human emotions

    And usually failing miserably

    Fake Calls

    Every day I get woken up

    As the sun comes up

    By my phone ringing

    With a fake call

    It seems that the only people

    Who ever bother to call me

    Are the fake call people

    Who all call me

    With fake sincerity

    Offering me a great deal

    On this and that scam

    I curse at them

    Yell at them

    Mutter obscenities in foreign tongues

    And block their calls

    Yet it does not seem to matter

    The next call will be

    Yet another fake call

    Am I doomed to receive

    Fake calls until I day I die

    I turn on my computer

    And read my fake news accounts

    And watch TV for the latest fake news

    And the politicians lying

    And the criminals scheming

    To take my money

    The Zappa song comes to mind

    You will obey me while I lead you

    And eat the garbage that I feed you

    Until the day that we don’t need you

    Don’t go for help . . . no one will heed you

    Your mind is totally controlled

    It has been stuffed into my mold

    And you will do as you are told

    Until the rights to you are sold

    That’s right, folks . . .

    Don’t touch that dial

    And I scream to the universe Just leave me alone

    Then the phone rings…..

    Walls Divide Us

    Walls

    Trump wants a wall

    Between America and Mexico

    A wall against the southern hordes

    A wall based on fear and hate

    A wall to make America safe

    A wall to make America great again

    And yet I wonder

    Will his wall fall

    Like the Berlin wall

    And the great wall

    And all the other walls

    They all failed

    All of them

    Walls divide us

    Walls make us

    Into different tribes

    Between the pure

    And the impure

    St Reagan

    Said Tear Down this Wall

    Will future Presidents

    Tear down this begotten wall

    Or will it become a tourist attraction

    Another great wall

    Against barbarian hordes

    sandwich choices

     

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    Choices

    There are so many choices to be had

    When ordering a sandwich

    What kind of bread

    What kind of meat or any meat

    What kind of cheese or any cheese

    Whether to have sprouts or not

    Whether to have a pickle or not

    Whether to go with a classic peanut butter

    And something sandwich

    I loved peanut butter sandwiches

    As a kid

    Peanut butter and sweat pickles were my favorite

    Peanut butter and banana is good also

    Peanut butter and strawberry jam

    What a delightful memory

    My current favorite

    Is a BLT with sprouts, avocado, and kosher dill pickles?

    Heirloom red tomatoes one slice per each half

    Avocado one half per each half

    One half pickle on each half

    Bacon cooked just right – well done but not black

    Sprouts and lettuce just right

    Timamook Yellow smoked cheder cheese

    On each half

    On Gluten Free bread

    with chipotle mayo

    And Dijon mustard

    Cut in half

    Truly a sandwich made in heaven

    And bacon makes everything

    Taste so damn nice

    And God if you are reading this poem

    You had better prepare them for me

    Or Heaven will not be worth it

    Does Satan serve BLT sandwiches

    I wonder

    Probably not

    Probably you become the bacon

    In his hell sandwiches

    published in Duane’s Poetree

    looking out my window

    Looking Out My Window

    In Incheon

    What did I see

    The neighboring apartment buildings

    Obscured by the April rains

    And yellow dust of early Spring

    And in the distant the mountains

    Aflame with spring colors

    Beckoning me outdoors

    Looking out my window

    In Oregon

    What did I see

    Green trees

    Silently watching me

    And the cats gamboling along

    Looking at me

    While I look at them

    Each wondering what sort of weird creatures

    The other is

    And who is the real alien species?

    In Washington DC

    Looking out my window

    What did I see

    I saw the squirrels in the trees

    And the peaceful trees

    Of Capitol Hill

    Near the seat of power

    Yet somehow

    I felt It all far away

    In Suburban Virginia

    Looking out the window

    What did I see

    I often looked out my window

    At the trees and the jungle

    In my back yard

    And heard the distant roar

    Of traffic on the busy suburban street

    As people rushed to get to the freeway

    In the early morning hours

    In Madrid Spain

    Looking out the window

    What did I see

    I looked out at our Spanish neighborhood

    Seeing the beautiful Madrid ladies

    Walking down the street

    Secretly admiring them from afar

    In Barbados

    Looking out the window

    What did I see

    The monkeys in the trees

    Looking at me

    Contemplating raiding my garden

    As soon as I went away

    In Seoul

    Looking out my window

    What did I see

    The neighborhood

    Alive outside my window

    For so many years

    In Seattle

    Looking out my window

    What did I see

    I saw the ever changing green

    Sea of trees

    that is Seattle’s true color

    The city is so lush and green

    And alive with life’s endless possibilities

    In Stockton

    Looking out the window

    What did I see

    The traffic moving

    Through the dense fog

    That often fell upon the city

    Obscuring everything in its embrace

    And growing up in Berkeley

    Looking out my window

    I saw nothing

    +But the dirt and trees

    And shrubs

    Of my ancestral home

    And felt nothing

    But loneliness

    And a desire

    To leave my home

    As soon as I grew up

    That is what I see

    When I look out my window

    Even to this day

    I see where I have been

    And wonder where I am going

    As I stare out the window

    Knowing that my life

    Will surely come to an end

    As I stare out at the world

    Waiting waiting waiting

    For my fate to unfold

    Watching three cats

     

    Watching three cats

    gamboling along

    Looking at me

    While I look at them

    Each wondering what sort of weird creatures

    The other is

    And who is the real alien species?

    three cats ready to go

    three cats

    at play

    they look out at the world

    and they are ready

    they are born hunters

    they are hungry

    they are restless

    and they want

    to escape

    from the house

    to chase birds

    squirrels

    and other cats

    That’s the cat’s life after all

    they tolerate us humans

    only because we feed them

    But at heart

    they are wild things

    and wild things

    need to be free

    Looking Out My Window at the Cat

    I look out my window

    On the parking lot

    And see the mad cat

    That lives underneath the apartment house

    And look out at the park

    Thinking of taking a walk

    The cat looks at me

    Kindred spirits perhaps

    Retired waiting to die

    Watching Cats Hunt

    Early morning

    Watching two white cats

    Hunting a white dove

    The cats hunt in pairs

    Tracking the bird

    The bird flies away

    Safe for now

    And I think about the cats

    And the hunt goes on

    Such is life

    And the fate of cats

    And birds

     

    I Often Wonder About Cats

     

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    I often wonder about Cats

    What do they think of us

    It seems at time

    That cats think of humans

    As their slaves

    We exist to feed them

    To comfort them

    To save them from their enemies

    And to worship them

    Yes cats are an alien species

    Totally different from humanity

    Detached, and almost evil

    If we ever encounter an alien civilization

    God help us if it’s a cat based civilization

    We would then be engaged

    In the epic mother of all wars

    As cats and humans would not get along

    The cats would think we were their slaves

    And we would resent and fear them

    And secretly worship their alien ways

    Cat Fight in Incheon

     

    Watching two cats

    Fighting alongside the sidewalk

    In suburban Incheon New Airport Town

    Completely indifferent

    To the humans walking around them

    And the humans were indifferent to the cats

    As they stood there fighting

    And screeching at each other

    One orange one

    One half black half white one

    Both middle age in cat years

    As I sat there watching the cats

    really getting into it

    I wondered what they were arguing about?

    But since I don’t speak cat

    I really didn’t know

    All I know is they were really screeching at each other

    And almost look like they were about to attack each other

    But one cat backed down

    As the other cat stood their proverbial ground

    If they were humans one would have pulled out a knife

    Or a gun

    And someone would have been killed

    But being mere cats

    They stared at each other

    And walked away

    but they kept glancing at each other

    So I knew the fight as not over

    Merely postponed until a later hour

    Cats truly are the aliens

    Who live among us humans

    Or perhaps we are the aliens

    Who live among the cats?

    Cat thought

    Watching the black cat

    Who lives underneath the building

    Slinking about

    looking for something to kill

    I am reminded once again the cats

    are not our friends

    as I stare at him

    an alien invader

    From another planet

    hangover reflections

    Hang Over Reflections

     

     

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    soju

    Last night a Korean friend from Virginia came for a two week visit He brought with him a 30-year Bottle of Ballentine whiskey.  Of course, we must drink it and then we must drink some soju

    well this morning I woke up with a hangover

    And thought about the contributions to world culture that Koreans have made. The perfect Korean hangover cure

    And of course, this morning I am in the middle of taking the cure

    The cure  consists of

    Lots of coffee

    Liquid Korean hangover medicine from the local convenience store or drug store

    Hangjanggu soup

    A walk

    Spending some time In the sauna soaking and sweating it out

    Then Later following Mark Twain sage advice that the only known cure for hangover is to keep drinking. That is the Korean Hangover cure And it works

    I had my first hangover at 16 when I was an exchange student for two weeks at a Navaho boarding school. Went out and got rip roaring drunk with the Indians They gave me an Indian name  “Ski dish Digest “which means “Crazy friend” And I have now had Almost 45 years’ worth of experience dealing with hangovers a hangover is god’s punishment for drinkers

    Today I wrote down the following  hangover poem which I will share, and I would love to hear your Hangover stories please post them below and I will share them

    Hangover reflections

    Hangover Gods Punishment For drinker

    A hangover is god’s punishment for drinkers

    Nothing more than that God’s way of punishing the drinker

    God’s punishment is severe for the sin of overdrinking

    Of course, the only known cure for a hangover is to keep drinking

    Very much need of a cure today

    Every day one has too much to drink

    resolve to quit drinking fill one’s head

    microsoft found poems

    Telco one

    not until 5:00 PM

    had objected

    lack of will

    come back

    and go to some of actor dinner

    will fix the car tomorrow

    and work on my appeal

    might work

    and the appeal

    denied me

    to get on the other headphones

    when we go to the own charm

    on Thursday

    will build

    and Costco tomorrow

    dictation is working

    but still funky

    but it will when it finally works

    watch and at the showboat

    Mr. Sunshine

    before taking all along

    that low energy

    back to two long flight

    stop dictation

    of up to the line

    microsoft dictation found poem four

    Green tree

    is in the Kingstown Property

    in Alexandria

    with her mother

    and are tended to Jeff

    my mother in the wall

    is berating jobs for some reason

    to handle

    and tell my mother to calm down

    as Jeff has a temper problem

    job is getting very angry

    Juppe pulls out a gun

    and serves the shooting of my mother

    the mall and should serve five or six times

    in the head

    my wife forays into a closet

    and Hans hoping that jobs

    will not find her

    and she wonders

    what would happen know

    that her mother

    in all my mother’s death

    and the she wonders

    what will happen

    because im not there

    at the time

    and she fears Jeff

    shooting in the wall

    and that is the end

    of the current in that age

    microsoft dictation poem three

    Inspection report

    meeting went well

    met with him

    only at age six

    G P silver in the damage

    is shown her

    the news from the rear

    and as well as shown

    for the termite damage.

    In the termite

    go we had been a UGS

    the basic questions of morality

    and using this statement

    denying them the answer

    most questions

    afterwards

    we went outside

    to take a picture

    although the front porch

    into I noticed

    there was something

    very strange looking

    at the front porch

    the pedestal

    on the front porch

    were quoted

    so he headed

    from facing the street

    and in from the street

    station house

    the fed is still on

    riding his meaning

    to the eye

    and that has left his leading

    to the left

    we noticed

    there were cracks

    in the forge:

    long the foliage

    including the crack

    on in the front door

    we also know

    is that the doors

    are at opening

    in the awkward men

    we also noticed

    a big crowd

    on the right side of the house

    on in the mist

    airways to the right baseline

    we took a look

    at the the souls in 141571413 1415

    that this is an old event in 1413

    left as to his meeting

    in Ford’s 111415

    in the right one

    is even for now

    we suspect that uses serious settlement issue

    in that the house is cracking

    on the house

    in the house

    is trying to balance

    its closing the porch

    this is just

    what left

    in the says

    this is a serious issue

    we are sending information

    to a lawyer

    asked his advice

    before we can’t turn our

    insurance for content and

    Rescinded the new

    we will go to the court

    has to figure out the procedures

    for the deal

    against the key man

    this evening

    I hope to do some writing

    style dictation

    microsoft found poetry poem two

    The painting went very well

    it looks much better

    it was a very hot day

    will vote by

    Microsoft trials dictation from:

    and submitted it to two journals

    and micro soft

    don’t expect a response from mike

    were shocked but had fun writing it

    will keep track of market conditions

    for a second from over tonight

    we’ll work on my problem

    for the interview

    and take a walk to trader joe’s

    two are home to worry:

    Aaron will start working on

    OK at the base of king too

    fast and the bees

    nonsense continue nonsense

    Iraqis problem number one

    priority right now but

    Things to do

    123

    OK now I get your attention

    I wanna go too sole

    and Endgo

    some and then being term

    and then USA

    and then Washington, DC

    and then Baltimore

    and then I wanna

    will be with the idea being done

    on the stand

    will be OK enough tomorrow

    I need to go to the house and 88 AM 988

    just 8:00 AM.

    The I am having a meeting with an array

    annually and aHer

    a OK on we’re going to talk

    to a jester of two

    come up with solutions

    we need to two fans

    and players

    repaid the painting repairs

    we are paying the bill

    from both the house we’ve passed,

    my treatment

    we had the somewhat tainted drywall fixed

    we have a new tenant

    rules being new tenant

    is a very good

    10

    I think

    are we were making

    very much you need to do better

    to stop of studies

    now me as Sarah

    Mr. Allen not an island

    is an error

    that have a need

    for an offense of offering Maisie’s

    backing separate

    from the public

    often salad

    End of the night

    of the committee

    of the ways

    to hire the answer you

    get a better

    microsoft dictation poem part two

    microsoft dictation poem part two

    When to the house

    and your lunch

    had a good lunch

    when the two D. Meyer

    we are only eight at the red cross

    to the I had a BLT

    center with each 10 home

    to ensure came home

    at 230 and we walked

    back to the house

    did was a very hot air

    to move the best way

    to beat the fencing guy

    Go to End

    can show them the fencing edition

    about $4000 or so

    came home to a

    Her and then run back home

    Had celebrated for dinner

    and wash two episodes of a series of unfortunate events

    than started reading The two men

    To the house

    and the DM 2 me

    the pay

    for its then

    Go to End

    go to the paint shop

    to buy more pain

    noses were very first

    Go to End

    had too old

    to be in this meet pizza.

    Go to End

    Went out at 8 am

    to the house to meet

    had too old to be in this meet pizza

    have peace of for dinner

    go to Sly and the Family Stone Yes No?

    Play Summer Time in the City Yes

    the painters

    then walked to the Paint Shop

    the in the top of the state intends

    the the the the the the the

    Pizza

    Dinner salad

    Say number okay   4444

    6666

    2222

    End Document

    Save Changes Journal Yes No

    Can’t complete last command

    Undo command

    Can’t save

    Came back from the upper

    the painting works great

    progress

    is how so

    in a very hot as hell

    bent tonight

    will go to trade for Jones

    for home to home

    Number of records by second baseman from voting

    and an batteries for remote control

    shown

    or just for a number of town hall

    microsoft found poem one

    This is the first of five found poems based on Microsoft dictation trials.  I took the verbatim text filled with gibberish and put into poetic stanzas otherwise no editing.

    Her and they moved to

    a the final inspection went well

    with E wall

    back to the apartment

    and brown

    we had left the keys

    are in the car

    but fortunately

    we ran two

    are rules that TV does not

    ruin were bought

    baby by Jews

    they’ll be able to see you

    and your evening

    we win

    two Home Depot and Costco

    and then who can free pizza

    for dinner we want to eastern market

    and shot the movie

    dress report to the berber

    back home

    and went to bed

    about the nine

    the dictation is working up

    from 50% of the time

    cue-card will keep

    the hope that the difference

    in win over to

    in the meantime

    I will keep brokerage

    and user to ride

    bay from all working

    you in this

    is Trevor Rowe junior middle school?

    Microsoft did tuition

    continues two 50%

    of the time

    one the visual dictation data

    his sometimes schuler’s

    shall I am sure

    even when you shoot a film,

    today we’ll meet with Perot’s

    to turn over the key

    and then paid the porch

    and weather permits

    and then maybe have dinner

    with more drivers

    wore see the movie

    Mama Mia

    should be a good

    if I have time

    High-level

    also do some solutions all

    Still having problems with my group

    saw fit to Asia

    still very strange

    each results

    it’s well as run

    the south: today in that age

    bus ride across America

     

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    the Bus – Travels Through America’s Underbelly

    I am a bus rider

    That makes me unusual

    For a white male

    From an upper middle class family

    Our people are not bus riders

    Though some are subway riders

    Bus riders are other people

    The poor, minorities, immigrants

    People who don’t drive

    Because they are blind

    Or have a DUI

    And in my case

    I don’t drive

    Because I have bad vision

    And bad coordination

    Just never got the hang

    Of the whole driving thing

    Fortunately for me

    My wife does the driving

    But I still take the bus

    From time to time

    I rode the AC buses in Berkeley

    As a child

    Line 67, line 51, line 43 F bus

    Rode them long before BART came along

    And afterwards as well

    As an adult seldom rode the bus

    But when I did so

    I was always impressed

    By the sheer diversity

    Of the bus riding property

    Hundreds of languages

    All sorts of sexual orientation

    Some were white

    Most were not

    Most of my fellow passengers

    Were nice enough

    Some were friendly

    And some were lost

    In their own thoughts

    And a few

    Were scary looking dudes

    With the look

    Of someone who had done time

    And were capable of more violence

    I also rode the bus

    In Seattle as a graduate student

    A lot of fellow UW students

    And the usual immigrants

    Minorities etc

    And some white people

    Commuting

    And in DC

    Over the years

    I rode a lot of buses

    Mostly to and from the metro

    But I got to know

    And love the DC buses as well

    I also took the greyhound bus

    Across the country

    Several times over the years

    All over the U.S.

    From Bay Area to Stockton

    From Bay Area to Clear Lake

    From Bay area to NYC

    NYC to DC

    All over the USA

    Taking the Greyhound

    Was always an an adventure

    Met a lot of interesting people

    As people on long distant bus rides

    Tend to open up and talk

    To pass the time away

    Overseas I took the bus

    All over

    In India, in Barbados

    In Spain and in Korea

    The Korean buses

    For many years

    Were difficult for foreign visitors

    As the signs were all in Korean

    Most have signs

    Now in English, Chinese and Korean

    And are much more foreigner friendly

    Riding the bus

    In America

    Allows one access

    To the underbelly of American society

    The poor, the marginalized

    The immigrant communities

    That many middle-class white people

    Just never see

    And for that reason

    I am glad

    That I am a bus rider

    Hitch hiking Tales

    April 30 In Search of America 1975 – Hitch hiking Tales

    When I was young and foolish

    Broke and stubborn

    I hitchhiked across the USA

    Started in Salt Lake City

    Where my greyhound bus pass

    Was stolen

    The station manager

    Could have helped me

    But refused to do so

    Threaten to call the cops

    When I grabbed my bags Without the stolen tags

    I said

    Go ahead

    But I am so out of here

    Wondered about Salt Lake City

    Went to a bar

    Found I had to buy my booze

    Next door

    And they would mix it for me

    Had to order food too

    After a bloody Mary

    And a burger

    I walked about town

    Saw the Mormon Temple

    Finally about 3 pm

    It was time to hit the road

    Did not look back

    Ended up in Cody Wyoming

    Got a room shower

    Steak beer

    Using my rapidly depleted cash Spent 25 dollars

    Money really went far

    Back in those days

    A band of professional

    Communist agitators

    Gave me a ride

    To Des Moines

    Lots of weed, booze

    And politics later

    Got off the road

    Slept outside

    Next day

    A beautiful woman

    Drove me to near Chicago

    In a red mustang

    Might have been

    The girl in the song

    Took it easy

    Digging her vibe

    She invited home

    But was not sure

    If her estranged husband

    Would welcome me

    So, I am being foolish

    And inexperienced with women

    Did not go to her place

    And always regretted

    That I had lost

    My chance that day

    Then on to Chicago

    Several rides later

    Visited friends

    Hit the road again

    A series of uneventful rides

    With truckers

    And others

    And a week later

    I ended in New York City

    Slept along the way

    In cars

    In truck stops

    In high way rest stops

    Always moving

    Always going

    None stop talking

    And lots of free weed

    And beer

    And conversation

    One more memorable ride

    Occurred outside Albany

    On my return to Chicago

    A middle age creepy looking man

    Picked me up

    In a brand-new Cadillac

    He was he said a dynamite deliverer

    For the Mafia

    Went to various places

    To blow up shit

    He hated a lot of people

    Particularly hippies from California

    And Jewish people

    Looking at me to confirm

    That I was both

    I told him that I lived in New York

    And had never been to California

    And although I might have looked Jewish

    As I what was called back in the day

    A “Jewfro”

    I was not Jewish

    Many years later I discovered

    That I am indeed part Jewish

    But then I did not know

    And I felt a bit of strategic information

    Might keep me alive

    Then I realized that he was just jiving with me

    And we relaxed

    And he pulled out some weed

    And beer

    And we mellowed out

    But I believe that he really was with the mob

    Perhaps not a dynamite dealer

    A real made Italian made mafia member

    By Chicago

    I had enough

    I called my Dad

    Told him what had happened

    Wanted a ticket home

    And he sent me a ticket

    And 500 dollars

    And I went home

    I told him I would tell him

    My tales some day

    But never did

    I learned so much

    About my fellow Americans

    And the strange vibe

    That was 1975

    And now it is too late

    But I wanted to finally

    Tell the world

    Of my hitchhiking tales

    In search of America 1975

     

    snarling cup of coffee

    I like to start my day with a hot cup of coffee

    I pound down the coffee

    First thing I do every day as the dawning sun

    Lights up my lonesome room

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

    I mean, – we are talking about an alcoholic, all speed ahead, always hot, always fresh, always there when I need it, angry, attitude talk to the hand Ztude, bad, bad assed, beats breaking, beatnik, bluesy, bitter, bitchy, bombs away, capitalistic, caffeinated up the ass, cinematic, communistic, Colombian grown, Costa Rican inspired, Cowabunga to the max, crazy assed, devilishly angelic, divine, divinely inspired, dyslexic, epic, extreme vetting, evil eye, expensive, erotic vision inducing, Ethiopian coffee house brewed, euphoric, freaky, freazoid, foxy, Frenched kissed, French brewed, funkified, foxy lady, graphic, GOD in my coffee, with Allah, Ganesh, Jesus, Kali, Buddha, Christians, Durga, Hindus, Mohamed, Jesus and Mo and their friend, the cosmic bar maid, Sai Babai, Shiva, Taoists, Zoroastrians, drinking my god damned coffee in Hell; growling, gnarly, happy, hard as ice, Hawaian blessed, high as a kite, hippie, hip, hipster, hip hoppy, hot as hell yet strangely sweet as heaven, jazzy, jealous, Kerouac approved, kick ass, kick my god damn ass to Tuesday, kick down the doors and take no prisoners, grown in the Vietnam highlands by ex-Vietcong, Guatemalan grown, kiss ass, illegal in every state, imported from all over the god damn world, insane, lovely, loony, lonely, lonesome, malodorous mean old rotten, motherfucking, nasty, narcotic, never whatever, never meh, never cold, not approved by the CIA, not approved by DHS, not approved for human consumption by the FDA, not your daddy’s sissified corporate cup of coffee, NOT DECAFE coffee, not your Denny’s truck driver weak as brown water cup of fake coffee, not your establishment friendly cup of coffee, Not your FBI coffee, Not FAKE Herbal coffee substitute, but a real cup of coffee, not your farmer brothers dinner crap, not made in America for Americans, not safe for work, not your Starbucks average expensive overpriced crappy corporate chain cup of coffee, Not pretentious, Not White House approved, not State Department safe, nuclear, Not Patriotic, operatic, Peets’s coffee approved, paranoid, pornographic,

    the cup that JFK drank before he was blown away, the coffee Jerry drinks while driving in cars with random celebrities and political figures, the coffee that Jon Stewart drinks before he goes on an epic take down of some foolish politico, the cup of Arabic coffee that Sadaam drank the day he was executed, the coffee that GW and Cheney drank when they bombed Baghdad, the Indian cup of coffee that Bid Laden drank before 9-11 and just before the seals blew his ass to hell, the cup of coffee that Tiger Woods drank with his mistresses while playing a 3, 000 dollar round of golf at Sandy Lane golf course in Barbados, the last legal drug that does what drugs should do, the cup of coffee that Obama drank when he became President, Vietnamese, Vienna brew, wacky, whimsical, Whisky Tango Foxtrot, wild, weird, wonderful, WOW, Yabba dabba doo! Yada Yada yada Zappa’s favorite cup of cosmic coffee, and Zorro’s last cup of coffee, Good to the last drop rolled into one simple cup of hot coffee

    As I pound down that first cup of coffee

    And fire up my synaptic nerve endings with endless supplies

    Of caffeine induced neuron enhancing chemicals

    I face the dawning day with trepidation and mind-numbing fear

    I turn on the TV and watch the smarmy newscasters in their perfect hair

    Lying through their teeth about the great success the government is having Following the great leader’s latest pronouncements

    I want to scream and shoot the TV and run out side Shouting   “Stop the world.

    I want to get off this fucking crazy planet”

    The earth does not care a whit about my attitude

    It merely shrugs and moves around the Sun

    In its appointed daily run

    And I sit down

    The madness dissipating a bit

    And enjoy my second cup

    Of heaven and hell

    In my morning cup of Joe

    Life In Between

    Life In-between

    For years I have lived

    In-between two worlds

    Korea

    where my wife’s family comes from

    And the Bay area

    Where I grew up

    and the laidback progressive

    wild west coast

    and the cutthroat

    Dour eastern establishment

    Washington DC

    Where I worked for 27 Years

    And I live between

    My official duties

    And my desire

    To be a wild-eyed poet

    And life in-between

    Means you belong nowhere

    Yet are everywhere

    Always disoriented

    Always half lost

    Never really feeling you belong

    That is life

    Living in-between

    the light will prevail

    April 24,

    The Light Will Prevail

    Mrs. Which says

    This much we know for sure

    Despite the lateness of the hour

    And the growing power of the Dark Thing

    In the end, lightness will prevail

    Defeating the dark one

    Samonka for Angela

    I have dreamt of you

    For almost seven long years

    And now you are here

    What can I do about this

    The only thing to do love you

    You are all I want

    All that I need in this life

    Thank to all the gods

    For bringing you into my life

    From now to the end of time

    this poem was published in Teferet journal’s 2018 Poem-a-Thon.  Please see their webpage or Facebook page for all the great poetry.  Also, check out my poetry blog, Https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com for these and other poems.  Thanks, Jake

    62 Years Young

    I am 62 years young

    62 years around the sun

    37 of those years

    I have spent with the love of my life —

    dream girl

     

     

     

    I married the girl of my Dreams

    first dreamt of her back in 1974

    Eight years later

    she walked off a bus

    and into my life

    April 27 the darkness grows

     

    The Darkness grows

    On distant Comazotz planet

    The red eye one smiles

    It is satisfied

    The black thing is spreading

    All the way to earth

    this poem was published in Tiferet journal’s 2018 Poem-a-Thon.  Please see their webpage or Facebook page for all the great poetry.  Also, check out my poetry blog, Https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com for these and other poems.  Thanks, Jake

    It is God’s will they say

     

    It is God’s will they say

    It is God’s will they say

    The neo-fascists and their ilk

    It is the white man’s burden

    To rule the unruly masses

    To this I say

    Never again

    Will we let them

    Take over the world

    And lead us back to the dark dangerous days

    Of the Holocaust

    Or the 19th-century colonial era

    Never again

    Never again

    Until hell freezes over

    And the world ends

    Angela Lee

    Angela (Acrostic poem published in Whispers)

    Angela is my life

    No better friend in the universe

    Greatest Love of all

    Every Day I thank God

    Love of my life

    Angela My Soul Mate

    Love of my long life

    Everything I ever desires

    Everything I ever needed

    American Life and Death

    As American struggles

    To cope with the ever declining standard of living

    The 1 percent loved the stock market

    Love the dismantling of  the regulatory state

    The corporate tax cuts

    and the coming plunder of the land

    Can Disney Yellowstone be the future?

    As America declines

    Back to the future

    April 2 Heading Back to the Past

    While the rest of the world

    Embraces the energy of the future

    Our great denier of the truth

    Wants to boldly take America back

    To the 19th century era of oil, and coal

    Yet perhaps it does not matter in the end

    As long as we have one another

    We will overcome

    The darkness will flee the land

    April 2 When Will this Darkness End

    As the darkness settles down on the land

    All are consumed with evil

    Foul deeds and endless darkness

    I wonder if it will ever go away

    Yes I wonder if our great nightmare will ever end

    Are we doomed to live out the decline of America?

    This is what I pray for 2018

    The end of the darkness

    that consumes our land

    haiku for angela

    Every day I wake up

    To the love of my long life

    And say Thanks to God

    thank god for angela poem

    Thank God For Angela

    Every day I wake up

    And see you there

    I thank God

    That he had the wisdom

    To send you to me

    To save me

    By bringing you into my life

    You are the sunshine

    That lights up the day

    You are reason

    I get up in the morning

    And you are reason

    I exist

    Without you I am nothing

    But dust blowing in the wind

    Waiting until death

    Takes me down

    siren song of doom

    The quiet dying swan song

    Arose out of the dismal swamp

    Through the fog shrouded woodlands of Zara

    Over the sweltering desserts of black tar

    Heading rapidly nowhere at all

    The quite sweat song of her mellifluous voice

    Echoing through the canyons of my fear

    Drawing me nearer and nearer

    I cannot resist the siren’s haunting melody

    Drawing me nearer and nearer to my doom

    My old friend self-fear cries out

    Time to escape while I can

    Yet I cannot resist

    I cannot escape

    All I can do is listen

    To the haunting enigmatic voices

    Of the siren’s sweat and sour music

    Blasting away my selfish fear

    Naked, alone I stand

    Proud in homage

    To my own gods

    Back in the swamp

    Wandering forever

    Until it seems I met you, yet again

    market rules us all

    The market rules all

    We are nothing but products

    The rights to us

    Have long been sold

    Bow down and worship

    The all mighty market

    Everything we do

    Everything we see

    Everything we are

    Nothing but our personal brand

    Nothing human left over

    Nothing authentic left over

    Nothing but lies

    Fake news

    nonsense

    The world does not care one whit

    About you and me

    As people

    It is all about the profits that can be made

    By exploiting our labor

    And once we are used up

    We become a liability

    And a burden

    If you have not made it to the top

    By age 55

    You are a loser

    And should be retired

    Forced to live out your life

    On your miserable pension

    As you wait to die

    No longer useful

    To the Masters of the Universe

    And true love

    Nothing but an illusion

    It is all about the sex, baby

    And how getting your baby

    Ahead at all costs

    Who cares about love

    It is all nothing

    But a second-hand emotion

    As the song puts it

    Love is nothing but a sexual commodity

    And we are all nothing but interchangeable

    Commodities in the marriage and love market

    And porno values rule the bedroom

    As we are nothing more than used body parts

    Who cares about friendship

    It is all about how they can use you

    And you can use them

    To get ahead

    True Love and genuine connections

    Cannot survive

    In this toxic soup

    Of the modern materialist world

    God and spirituality

    Nothing but a scam

    As our so call Christian Leaders

    Proclaim their love for you

    All they love is your donations

    And they too are part of the market

    Jesus if he ever comes back

    Will no doubt

    Be used to sell more goods

    As the right to Jesus

    Has also been sold

    love conquers hate

    They say that love conquers hate

    And that good always win in the end

    But sometimes I wonder about hate

    I always thought that my love

    For my wife would last forever

    Since I first met my love

    Love at first sight

    As the girl I was dreaming of for eight years

    Flew into my life with such brilliant light

    Our love burning as bright as a million stars

    Consuming us both in its brilliant flame

    As if our love were made of cosmic flames

    transplanted from the farthest stars

    But true love sometimes turns to true hate

    And what was wonderful on that first date

    becomes despicable over time

    What was once cute on that first date

    becomes disgusting as she become our mate

    What was once love at first sight

    Turns to darkness and resentment

    And then full-blown hatred

    And nothing but the darkest night

    And the light of a million stars

    Is replaced by a darkling night

    That consumes one’s soul

    I look at my wife every dawning day

    And see that light is still burning bright

    And the momentary darkness

    And yes, potential hatred is kept at bay

    By the brilliant rays of light

    Hatred, resentments dispelled yet again

    By the brilliance of our love

    That the million suns of love

    Are burning yet again

    And I pray constantly

    To all Gods on our mark

    that our love continues constantly

    And that our love will conquer the dark

    the truth does not make sense

    One morning

    I got up

    Hungry

    For something

    I knew not what

    I made breakfast

    Drank some snarling coffee

    And turned on the news

    And what did I see

    Talking heads

    Sprouting lies

    Nonsense words

    Gibberish

    Nightmarish phrases

    Nothing makes sense

    Politicians

    Sporting forth

    Spinners spinning spin

    Huskers hustling their hustle

    Selling me a bunch of goods

    And I did not want to buy it

    I scream

    My soul was not for sale

    And I listened hard

    Looking for the truth

    Noting but lies

    Coming out of hideous beasts

    Barking words

    Noise some noises and lies

    Snarling disgusting lies

    I sit there

    Transfigured

    Hypnotized by the overwhelming

    Stench of the bull shit

    Coming out of the TV set

    I stood up

    Smashed the TV set

    With my boot

    Trying to set myself free

    From its hold on me

    Men in black suits

    Surround me

    Put me on black helicopters

    Taking me somewhere

    I scream to no avail

    No one listens to me

    Just more noise

    Coming out of the TV set

    And I go out

    Into the dark night

    I was told

    I was suffering

    From a disease

    I was insane

    I could not longer

    Understand

    What was being said

    To me

    I asked my tormentors

    What is the truth

    They laugh

    Smiled with evil grins

    On their bloated faces

    They begin to torture me

    Because they could

    Forcing me to watch

    The President speak

    Over and over again

    Again and again

    The same words

    Black is white

    White is black

    The President is always right

    Freedom is an illusion

    Lies make you free

    And it dawned on me

    And I laughed

    As I escaped the programming

    Of the universe

    And I was free

    Truth and lies

    Are the same

    Everything are nothing

    But dangerous delusions

    As I jump out of the window

    Into the night

    I vowed I would

    See the President

    In hell

    As I die

    I am free

    Good God almighty

    Free of their lies

    At last

    Trump Our Great Compassionate Leader

    Quote the Donald Trump

    Our Great compassionate Leader

    Our Dear Leader, our Great Leader

    “Its disgusting to watch”

    As an elderly man falls down

    In front of him hitting his head

    And bleeding all over the nice marble floor

    During a charity dinner event

    At Margo Largo back in 2008

    And our compassionate leader’s first reaction

    Is to turn away not wanting to get the blood

    On his tuxedo or dirty his shoes

    Quote the Donald,

    “It is disgusting – The guy was bleeding

    all over the nice marble floor,

    I couldn’t, you know,

    he was right in front of me

    and I turned away.

    I didn’t want to touch him… he’s bleeding all over the place,

    I felt terrible. You know, beautiful marble floor,

    didn’t look like it. It changed color.

    Became very red.

    And you have this poor guy, 80 years old,

    laying on the floor unconscious,

    and all the rich people are turning away.

    ‘Oh my God! This is terrible!

    This is disgusting!’

    and you know, they’re turning away.

    Nobody wants to help the guy.

    His wife is screaming–

    she’s sitting right next to him,

    and she’s screaming.”

    And Donald the compassionate one

    Donald Trump the savior of humanity

    The greatest most compassionate person

    In the country

    Could not bother to lift a finger

    To help this elderly man

    Who could have died

    An old man who happened to fall down

    And possibly die ruining his great event

    Quote the Donald

    “I forgot to call the family

    That is not his thing at all”

    And still I wonder

    How such a disgusting excuse

    For a human being became

    The leader of the greatest nation

    On earth

    And what it means for the future

    Is it proof that we are doomed

    That America is in the final stage

    Of terminal decline

    Or will Americans wake up

    And force Donald Trump

    The great leader

    The dear leader of our country

    Out the door

    And take out the garbage

    From the WH

    Time will tell

    Time will tell

    In any event

    To quote the Donald

    “It is disgusting. Just disgusting.”

    PREVIOUSLY PUBLISHED ON POETRY 24

    and Scarlet Leaf Review

    More Dental BLues

    I have the dentist blues

    I have them bad

    Have to go to the dentist

    For my twice yearly torture session

    In order to save my remaining teeth

    I must endure the never ending pain

    I have the dentist blues

    I have them bad

    I must have known over 100 dentists

    During my 61 years around the sun

    Some were good, some were great

    A few became friends

    A few became enemies

    All became richer

    From fixing my crooked no good

    very bad misbehaving evil teeth

    I have the dentist blues

    I have them bad

    All tortured me

    Saying it was for my own good

    To save my crooked wicked teeth

    My teeth are bad

    Wicked, misbehaving

    Rotten to the core

    And always have

    I have the dentist blues

    I have them bad

    I tried orthodontic braces

    As a child

    Gave it up as an adult

    Did everything except implants

    So many crowns

    So many root canals

    So many pulled teeth

    And partial dentures to boot

    So much dental work

    My teeth are gold plated

    Monuments to the dental artistry

    I have the dentist blues

    I have them bad

    A few dentists were exceptionally good

    A few exceptionally bad

    A few were crooks by and by

    I have the dentist blues

    I have them bad

    My current dentist is good

    He keeps the chit chat down

    Does not lecture me on his political views

    Imagine having a dentist praise GW Bush

    Or Trump taking your forced silence

    As acceptance of his right wing views

    Imagine a dentist talking endlessly

    About her children’s latest escapade

    While drilling away

    Assuming you cared

    When all you wanted

    Was to end the torture

    I have the dentist blues

    I have them bad

    And imagine a sexy dentist

    Or hygienist working away

    As you think of her in bed

    And can’t get that thought

    Out of you head

    As they drill and poke

    I have the dentist blues

    I have them bad

    Yes I have a love-hate relationship

    With dentists

    Can’t stand them

    Can’t stand the pain

    But they save my teeth

    And save my smile

    And so I forgive them

    One and all

    I have the dentist blues

    I have them bad

    cosmic Dog from Goa

    My final time with God

    Happened a year latter

    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 Kings 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 the that cosmic dog

    Kindred spirit

    perhaps to the cosmic cat

    that had save 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

    Cosmic Cat from Berkeley

    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 my coffee, and breakfast

    Did yoga while listening to music

    And looking out at the garden

    Then 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 stated 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 out our endless conversation

    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 Good bye to the cosmic cat

    And he purred and came up to me

    And I felt the comforting presence

    Of the divine spirit of God

    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

    published in Scarlet Leaf Review November 2017

    Meeting God in the Lake

    In my 61 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 I resume my quest to find God

    But knew that I would never again

    Come so close to the divine essence

    Of the very Universe

    published in Scarlet Leaf Review November 2017

    Because of You I’m in a Seattle Kind of Mood

    Because of you, I’m in a Seattle kind of mood

    When I look out my window

    And see the rain drops gently falling all around

    And I feel that special Seattle kind of chill

    In my bones

    I think of you with a Seattle kind of mood

    In the morning

    Wherever I am in this crazy world if I see raindrops

    Gently falling all around

    Blue mood dissolves in the rain’s gentle mist

    And I cry out with all my heart

    Because of you

    I am in a Seattle kind of mood

    As I walk down the street

    In distant foreign lands

    Whether I am in Bangkok, Taipei, Tokyo or Seoul

    New York, Moscow, Rome or San Francisco

    Whether I am in India, China, Thailand or Europe

    Whenever I feel the rain’s gentle embrace

    I get into that Seattle kind of mood

    Seattle, a Seattle kind of mood

    Fresh Salmon sizzling over a hickory smoke fire

    Ivar’s clam chowder

    And Red Hook Ale Pike place market

    Bums in Pioneer square

    And angry hippies preaching in Red Square

    Yuppies drinking downtown

    Geeks in Redmond

    Making the world safe

    For the Microsoft King

    And the Mariners loose again

    While the Huskies dream of Rose Bowls too come

    And ever where rain falling down

    oh yeah

    A Seatt1e kind of mood

    Because of you

    I get into that Seattle kind of mood

    In the morning

    As I fight the horrendous traffic

    And breathe in deadly, killer air

    I cough, cough, and remember

    The green, green air of Seattle

    And because of you,

    I get into that Seattle kind of mood

    Seattle, Seattle, kind of mood

    The Huskies are number one in my heart

    While the Mariners are always last in the nation

    But what the hell

    I’m in a Seattle kind of mood

    I sit in the International District

    Eating Dim Sum and drinking Ballad bitter

    Watching the crowds dodge the ever present rain drops

    Seattle Kind of mood

    As I wake up each day in crazy foreign lands

    I hear the falling raindrops calling me home

    Oh why did you leave me they cry out

    In a Seattle sort of voice

    Whispering in the gently falling rain

    Seattle, Seattle kind of mood

    And so my Dear

    Wherever I roam in this wide planet of ours

    From here to entreaty

    And beyond

    All the way to the red plains of Mars

    Whenever I hear the gentle patter of raindrops

    I’ll get into that Seattle kind of mood

    And dream of spending eternity with you

    Watching the Seattle rain

    Gently falling on our bumbershoots

    As we walk down the beach hand in hand

    Digging the gooey ducks while drinking Rainier Ale

    All because of you

    I’ll always be in the Seattle kind of mood

    Spring time in Oregon

    Spring has finally sprung in Oregon

    Escaping from the longer winter prison

    That has covered the land with snow

    They say that this winter

    Was a colder than normal winter

    Wetter than normal

    As the long drought finally ended

    As nature resumed its normal spring thaw

    I rejoice

    Seeing all the signs of spring

    Especially the sight of young beautiful women

    Shedding their winter clothes

    And walking about in the spring sunshine

    So wonderfully alive

    So beautiful and sexy

    As they sashay about

    Here and there

    It makes me smile

    All day long

    Yes I love Spring time

    Everywhere in the world

    But especially in Oregon

    My new found second home

    August Moods

    spring dodoitsu

    Waking up seeing you there

    Watching you as you wake up

    Fills me with such sweat desire

    Overcoming my mind

    I sit watching you all day

    Thinking of you all day long

    Wild erotic imaginings

    Love making to come

    That old blues song comes to mind

    I just want to make love to you

    I just want to make love to you

    Nothing more than that that

    I end this morning with this thought

    You are still the most wonderful

    The most beautiful creature

    In the whole universe

    spring time on capitol hill

    Sitting on a bench

    In Lincoln Park

    Heart of Capitol Hill

    Beating heart of the Empire

    On a warm Spring Day

    Watching the Cherry trees

    Watching Me

    Wondering what thoughts

    They must have heard

    The things they have seen

    Over the years

    But they are quiet

    They do not say a word

    As I fall into my spring time dreams

    Sitting on that bench

    Seeing the children and dogs play

    Looking at Spring flowers

    And pretty women

    As they stroll by

    Hearing the sounds of the city

    As I dream of my past life

    Memories of places and people

    I said to myself

    What a wonderful life

    published in writers’s newsletter

    falling rain

    The falling rain

    Of late October

    Fills me with essential dread

    As I rush about

    And end up here

    Wherever here is

    The rain outside

    Seems like the tears of god

    As I sit

    Crying over my beer

    Thinking of lost love

    And failed dreams

    Wondering

    What went wrong?

    And what I can set right

    And the rain falls

    And the night darkens

    The rain is falling

    All over this man’s world

    And the rain falls

    And I sit

    Drinking my lonesome drink

    Lost in dreams

    Dreaming of what

    Could never be

    Thinking dark thoughts

    And so I sit

    And dream the night away

    hurricanes from hell

    As I watch the endless coverage of the storms from hell

    Harvey, Irma, Jose and so many others

    It seems almost end of the world like

    As I sit on the smoky west coast

    With fires burning everywhere

    Thinking of the massive storms from hell

    Bearing down on the East Coast

    And the burning of the West Coast

    As the storms head to Margo Largo

    Winter home of our dear leader

    Threatening destruction

    The thought comes to mind

    Perhaps there really is a God

    And he is angry at us

    For destroying his world

    And I realize that God

    Has been sending us a message

    The end of the world is coming

    And I despair

    Thinking that we have an idiot in charge

    Of the United States Government

    As we face the storms of the century

    And the ever-growing threats of global terrorism

    Nuclear armed North Korea

    And global chaos

    What does our dear leader say to comfort us

    In our hour of need

    Nothing but political nonsense

    How great he is doing

    And how on top of things he is

    As the storms batter the country

    And the fires consume the west

    I realize that the earth

    Does not give a whit

    About what I think

    The world spins and spins around the sun

    The climate continues to deteriorate

    And mankind might be facing its darkest hours

    But we have the Donald

    And he will lead us through

    To the other side

    And so, I pray to the Donald

    For deliverance from the storms

    the fires burning everywhere

    the threat of nuclear war

    the end of the world

    fires burning Bright

    I look out my window in Medford Oregon

    at the unnaturally dark smoke-filled skies

    Seems almost like the end of the world

    Out here in the smoke-filled skies

    Of the west

    And realize that that the entire west coast

    Is burning up

    Quote the Donald,. “Give me clean, beautiful and healthy air – not the same old climate change (global warming) bullshit! I am tired of hearing this nonsense.”

    I consult the Donald for further wisdom and advice

    and find that this is what he had to say

    . “Well, I think the climate change is just a very, very expensive form of tax. A lot of people are making a lot of money. I know much about climate change. I’d be—received environmental awards. And I often joke that this is done for the benefit of China. Obviously, I joke. But this is done for the benefit of China, because China does not do anything to help climate change. They burn everything you could burn; they couldn’t care less. They have very—you know, their standards are nothing. But they—in the meantime, they can undercut us on price. So, it’s very hard on our business.”

    Ah it all makes sense

    Climate change is a Chinese hoax

    So, they can destroy the US economy

    Thanks to our dear great leader’s wisdom

    I am relieved

    And realize that it will all be alright

    If I just follow the wisdom

    Of our dear leader

    dental torture blues

    Sitting in the dental chair

    Undergoing dental surgery

    While the dentist probes

    And tortures me

    With his instruments of pain

    The Frank Zappa song plays over and over

    The torture never stops

    The torture never stops

    And I think of the mad dentist

    In Little House of Horrors

    The Jack Nicolson character

    Who screams Pain is good

    As he assaults his patients

    Doing root canals

    Without anesthesia

    And so, I endure the torture

    Of the dentist

    In the vain hope

    I can save my teeth

    Until the next time

    I undergo dental torture

    The song faces away

    And I slowly recover

    Then as I leave

    I am confronted with the bill

    And the song roars back to life

    The torture never stops

    the torture never stops

    masters of the universe

    The earth has been invaded

    By hideous blood sucking vampires

    Disgusting vile alien creatures

    Devoid of all compassion

    Lacking any human empathy

    These so-called Masters of the universe

    These psychopathic monsters

    Are everywhere

    They even took over the White house

    And to these vile creatures

    Everyone is nothing but a commodity

    These alien monsters

    Worship the god of the market

    While proclaiming that they serve Jesus

    Jesus would turn over in his grave

    To see these people in action

    The airlines in Florida

    Facing the worst hurricane in world history

    Decided that the expeditated thing to do

    The MBA approved thing to do

    The profit maximizing, screw the public thing to do

    Was to raise prices 600 percent

    Without prior notice charging 3,000 dollars

    Instead of doing the right thing

    The compassion thing

    The human thing of offering free flights to all

    These executives, these so-called Masters of the Universe

    thus, demonstrated that they are no longer human

    But greed driven monsters

    As are all the other soulless automatons

    Who have taken over the world

    Perhaps some day

    Jesus will come back

    And smite these motherfuckers

    Send them to the hell they so richly deserve

    We can only pray

    For our deliverance from such evil

    From the soulless evil masters of the universe

    Who have taken over the planet

    It Can’t Happen Here

    The pundits and talking heads

    The chaterati classes

    All assure us

    That it can’t happen here

    Fascism will never happen here

    Our democratic system

    Superior to all others

    Check and balances

    Power of the media

    Will prevent fascism

    From taking root

    In the American soil

    They laugh

    And talk amongst themselves

    And laugh some more

    Convincing themselves

    Meantime the darkness

    Continues to descend

    As our President becomes more erratic

    And frankly shows signs of insanity

    The fascists supporting him

    Gather strength

    And one day

    They strike back

    With furry

    When the powers that be

    Try to remove the President

    He mobilizes his army

    His army of deplorables

    And they mobilize

    And his fascist supporters

    In the government

    Demand law and order

    And restoration of the Leader of the people

    As they have started calling the President

    He comes back into power

    And demands

    Unspecified emergency powers

    And so, the cycle ends

    And fascism wrapped inside a Christian flag

    Comes to America

    Full vengeance

    As they take charge

    And the chaterati classes

    Are all arrested

    The first to be rounded up

    America has fallen

    The media stars

    All comply

    The leader is great

    America is great

    And all who oppose him

    Must be terror sympathizers

    Or Tersymps for short

    And deserve to be rounded up

    Public protests are forbidden

    Muslims must register

    Atheists must be fired

    Alt media is shut down

    The internet is censored

    And I weep

    As I see the once great American nation

    Descend into a fascist nightmare

    And I wait for the midnight knock on the door

    Knowing that I am on the list.

    Knock Knock knock

    Open up,  it is homeland security……

    Reflections on Turning 61

    Today I woke up

    And realized that I was 61 years’ old

    Felt that I had lived

    And almost died

    So many times

    I have challenged life

    And faced my fate

    And yet

    Through it all

    I am still here

    I am still here

    And that means something

    Something to me

    And something to the universe

    Yes, I am still alive

    And kicking

    And nothing is stopping me

    Yet still I wonder

    Still I wonder

    What does it all mean?

    Life began with you

    I first dreamt of Angela when I was but a lad of 17 living in Berkeley, California.  It was 1974 and life seemed full of possibilities in that magical year the tail end of the fabled 60’s.   I fell asleep that fateful day in a boring Physics class. I woke up seeing the most beautiful women in the world looking at me.  I was shocked and did not know what to say.  She spoke to me in a strange language but somehow, I knew that someday we were to be together. I just knew that I would meet the girl in the dream. It was love at first sight.  She disappeared and I fell to the floor yelling, “who are you?”

    Then I started having the same dream month after month for seven long years.  I had to decide where to go in the Peace Corps and chose to go to Korea because I knew she would be there.  I looked for her every day knowing that someday she would walk out of my dreams and into my life.

    Then one day I had the last dream.  She walked off the bus in front of me.  I was shocked did not know what to say and she smiled at me melting my heart away.  I got her number agreed to meet the next day.  She came to my class room and we talked at length.

    She was madly in love with me and she had to have me.  I told her I felt the same way.  We married two months later.  And that was the beginning of 35 years of happiness.

    When I first saw you

    Standing on the hot roadway

    I knew life began

    That was the end game

    The beginning of my life with you

    A journey with you

    love at first sight

    You were in my dreams

    appearing every evening

    for seven long years

    until one day I met you

    and that changed my life

    when you walked into life

    stepping out of the night time

    and into the light

    when you walked into life

    stepping out of the night time

    and into the light

    making everything so brilliant

    changing my life forever

    you are my angel

    You are my angel

    sent from God up in heaven

    to take me to life beyond

    one moment

    one moment, one day

    You walked out of that damned bus

    stepped into my life

    waking up to no you

    waking up to no you

    absent in my bed at night

    not absent from dreams

    thursday early evening

    thursday early evening

    thinking dark thoughs of you

    can you cure these thoughts

    Rapid CIty Nowhere

    Last summer

    We drove across the country

    Just the wife and me

    10,000 miles

    31 states

    Three months on the road

    I now know why people don’t live

    In South Dakota

    Hot, dry dusty

    Windy as hell

    Black Hills are nice

    But after seeing Mt. Rushmore

    There is not much left to do

    Rapid City did not impress me

    Nor did Sioux Falls

    And wall drugs

    Well the free water was nice

    But it is a nothing town

    In a nothing state

    On the edge of the badlands

    And the Sioux reservation

    There is a reason the Indians live there

    No one else wanted the land

    And they are warehoused there

    So I drove through Rapid City

    And thought that it is the heart of Trump Land

    The land of the forgotten

    The left behind

    Just another nothing burger of a State

    In the middle of nowhere

    Truly flyover country

    looking out my window

    I look out my window

    On the parking lot

    And see the mad cat

    That lives underneath the apartment house

    And look out at the park

    Thinking of taking a walk

    The cat looks at me

    Kindred spirits perhaps

    Retired waiting to die

    The Voice of My Doom

    walking deep in the woods

    high above the city

    near the airport

    I heard them

    then saw them

    hideous black crows

    looking at me

    cackling at me

    laughing at me

    mocking me

    calling me names

    I asked what they wanted

    they laughed

    and said

    nothing but your doom

    and they flew around me

    dive bombing me

    and surrounding me

    calling me names

    in Korean and English

    as I fled down the trail

    with the demon birds

    hot on my trail

    no more coffee blues

    Note: published in Eskimo Pie, HIll Magazine and other sites

    I love coffee

    Always have

    And coffee has loved me back

    But lately I have sourced on her

    Soured on the whole coffee scene

    On the harshness of the morning brew

    And the promises it makes

    As I sip of its nectar

    Drawn into its lair

    Drinking drop by drop

    As the caffeine takes over

    Rewriting my every nerve

    Turning me into a slave

    For its perverted pleasure

    Yes, I love coffee

    But I am afraid

    Coffee is a harsh mistress

    Demanding so much of me

    Promising the sun

    And delivering the Moon

    As I drink her swill

    Deeping under her influence

    I have the coffee blues

    Can’t live with our her

    Can’t live with her

    I try

    But tea does not cut it

    Not really

    Booze does not do it

    At least not in the morning

    Yoga is not enough of a buzz

    Nor is the runner’s high

    And I am afraid deadly afraid of cocaine

    And speed and drugs and energy drinks

    And so I remain a slave to coffee

    My only legal drug

    As I sip another and fall under her seductive spread

    Once more failing my resolve

    To skip coffee for that day

    That morning that moment

    I shall never be free of her spell

    Ever and she knows it

    As she beckons me

    Every morning with her intoxicating smell

    Imagining the end of the world

    I saw the four horsemen of the apocalypse

    Beckoning me to join them on their midnight ride

    Death, pestilence, plague and war

    They were ready to ride into the sunset

    Spreading their hate with them

    As they led the world to its foretold doom

    The end days were approaching they told me

    And their time was near

    I begged them to hold off

    To give us more time

    To work things out

    They laughed and said

    Time waits for no one

    We have a divine plan to work out

    You have been warned before

    And will be warned again and again

    But soon it will be time

    And we must do our duty

    To bring an end to this benighted world

    And fulfill our destiny

    And yours

    But for now

    We will let you sleep

    And let you prepare yourself

    For the time is near

    The end of the world is coming

    It is later than you think

    Soon soon the antichrist will come

    Uniting the world

    And leading the battles too come

    Before the end of the world

    And mankind ceases to exist

    Just dust in the wind

    Of a dead planet

    In a forgotten corner of an uncaring universe

    All part of God’s plan

    Lost and Found

    I was lost

    And you found me

    You walked out of my dreams

    And into my life

    And that made all the difference

    In the world

    As you entered my life

    I was all alone in this cruel world

    And you provided shelter

    And comfort

    I did not know what I wanted

    And you gave me what I wanted

    You gave me meaning

    You gave me purpose

    You gave me love

    And understanding

    peace and happiness

    Joy, laughter and fun

    You were endlessly fascinating

    Could not keep my eyes off you

    You were the most beautiful women

    In the world to me

    And you still are

    So many years later

    Like a fine bottle of wine

    Gets better with age

    And you gave me

    Endless nights of wild love making

    Which has gotten better

    As well

    And I fell under your spell

    from the day I met you

    I was lost

    And you found me

    And if you go first

    I will be lost again

    Can’t live without you

    By my side

    Thus is has always been

    Between us

    We are so entangled

    So interwoven

    And that is the way

    It was meant to me

    Ode to Coffee

    ODE TO COFFEE

    Published Hill Rag, Eskimo Pie, Coffee with Underwood

    Mistress of sacred love

    Sacred lady of desire

    You start my day

    Setting my heart on fire

    With your dark delicious brew

    And throughout the day

    Whenever the mean old blues come by

    You chase them away

    With your bitter {sweat} (sweet?) ambrosia{l brew}

    Every time I inhale your {witches brew} (witch’s brew)

    I am filled with power, light and love

    And everything is al right Jack

    If only for a few fleeting minutes

    I love you oh coffee goddess

    In all your magical forms

    In the dark coffee of the dawning day

    In the sizzling coffee in the mid morning break

    In the afternoon siesta break

    And in the post dinner desert drink

    I love you my coffee mistress

    You are my refuge

    From this horrid world

    And you are my secret lover

    Never disappoint me, ever

    I’ve never had a bad cup

    Of that I can be sure

    Even the dismal coffee

    Served at Denny’s at 3 am

    Is still sweat loving coffee

    Even the farmer brother’s diner coffee

    Excites me and gets me going

    Asking for another cup of divine delight

    Coffee always is there

    It is always on and piping hot

    With hidden dark secrets

    Swirling in its liquid essence

    Coffee is my last vice

    My only legal vice left

    Coffee does not cheat on me

    It is always faithful, always true

    It does not turn on its friends

    And all it asks in return

    Is that you come back

    Cup after cup after cup

    A good cup of coffee

    Is a little bit of heaven

    In a cup of dark liquid hell

    Coffee is like a drug

    But a good drug that does what is should

    And never complains

    It does not get grouchy

    It does not hurt you

    It does not make you crazy

    But allows the muse to come out

    And play with it

    Coffee led to the American Revolution

    As patriots drank coffee

    To rebel against the aristocratic English tea

    Coffee started the London Stock market

    And started the gossips mills running

    Every great invention

    Was fed by coffee’s sweat brew sweet allure

    All the great thinkers

    All the great leaders

    All were enslaved to coffee’s magic

    Yeah

    I sing my praises

    Of the great glorious coffee lady

    Long may she continue

    To be my sweat companion

    Long may coffee continue

    To rule my heart

    And set my heart on fire

    I love thee

    Mistress coffee

    And sometimes I think

    You love me too

    Capitol Hill in the Springtime

    Capitol Hill in the Spring *

    *Published Writer’s Newsletter June 2017

    Sitting on a bench

    In Lincoln Park

    Heart of Capitol Hill

    Beating heart of the Empire

    On a warm Spring Day

    Watching the Cherry trees

    Watching Me

    Wondering what thoughts

    They must have heard

    The things they have seen

    Over the years

    But they are quiet

    They do not say a word

    As I fall into my spring time dreams

    Sitting on that bench

    Seeing the children and dogs play

    Looking at Spring flowers

    And pretty women

    As they stroll by

    Hearing the sounds of the city

    As I dream of my past life

    Memories of places and people

    I said to myself

    What a wonderful life

    the decline of America

    You see it everywhere

    The unmistakable signs

    That the decline of America

    Is in full swing

    As the world leaders turn away

    From dealing with the US

    And we have gone past the tipping point

    There is nowhere left to go

    But downward

    As the Empire begins to collapse

    Victim of imperial overreach

    Like all empires before

    The DC metro on a good day

    Is a broken-down remnant

    Of a once proud system

    The future of mass transit

    Its proponents said

    The cost of rebuilding America mounts

    And our politicians are afraid

    That it will costs trillions of dollars

    Just to prevent the US from collapsing

    Into third world irrelevance

    We have the world’s most expensive military

    A million dollars per missile

    And yet we can’t find the money

    To provide decent health care for all

    Bombs, and tax cuts for the wealthy

    Are the only things

    That the Republicans care about

    And the world looks in amazement

    At the clown boy President

    As he struts about

    Looking more and more

    Like some Banana Republic

    President for life

    With his family grabbing as much loot

    As they can

    From the federal government

    Before the coming revolution

    Overthrows them

    When did we start this decline?

    Some say 1960s started it

    Others say Nixon’s to blame

    Others claim that it was Carter’s fault

    Or Saint Reagan’s fault

    Or the other boy President GW Bush

    Or Obama the fake American’s fault

    Does it really matter

    All I know

    Is the America I knew

    The can do anything country

    The country that went to the moon

    Is alas no more

    And I morn for our lost liberties

    Our lost sense of purpose

    Our lost sense that America

    Was the last great hope of Mankind

    And still I wonder

    Can America be made great again?

    As our President Trump proclaims

    The end times approaches

    Nuclear war is talked about

    Another missile crisis

    And instead of JFK leading the country

    We have Donald John Trump

    The one and only

    The greatest con man

    To ever get elected

    And I fear the end is in sight

    As America begins its decline

    The right claims that the left has started it

    And the left claims that the right has started it

    And both sides claim that the civil war

    Is inevitable

    Or will we embrace a progressive future

    With an economy that works for all

    I have no answer

    It seems the end is coming

    Sooner than we think

    As Emperor Trump leads us

    Down a dark, strange dangerous path

    And so, it goes

    The decline of empires

    And I pray

    That I may survive

    The end of times

    looking out my window

    Looking Out My Window

    I look out my window

    On the parking lot

    And see the mad cat

    That lives underneath the apartment house

    And look out at the park

    Thinking of taking a walk

    The cat looks at me

    Kindred spirits perhaps

    Retired waiting to die

    Rapid City Nowhere

    Incheon 2016

    I live in Incheon

    Part of the 3 million people who live here

    Mostly Koreans

    90,000 foreigners though live here too

    My apartment is next to a park

    And I walk almost daily in the mountains

    Loosing myself in the hills

    Overlooking the airport

    The town has lots of restaurants

    Places too go

    Things to do

    And the airport is next door

    Soon there will be a casino complex opening up

    As they turn this quite suburban village

    Into a Mini-Las Vegas

    Complete with a strip

    Can’t wait

    Going to Seoul is a snap

    50 minutes on the train

    And I am there

    Wherever I want to be

    Korea is turning out to be

    A good place too live

    So much better

    Than it was when I first arrived in 1979

    And it was grim back then

    Now it is the toast of Asia

    And for that I am glad

    Incheon

    Incheon 2016

    I live in Incheon

    Part of the 3 million people who live here

    Mostly Koreans

    90,000 foreigners though live here too

    My apartment is next to a park

    And I walk almost daily in the mountains

    Loosing myself in the hills

    Overlooking the airport

    The town has lots of restaurants

    Places too go

    Things to do

    And the airport is next door

    Soon there will be a casino complex opening up

    As they turn this quite suburban village

    Into a Mini-Las Vegas

    Complete with a strip

    Can’t wait

    Going to Seoul is a snap

    50 minutes on the train

    And I am there

    Wherever I want to be

    Korea is turning out to be

    A good place too live

    So much better

    Than it was when I first arrived in 1979

    And it was grim back then

    Now it is the toast of Asia

    And for that I am glad

    Lost and Found

    I was lost

    And you found me

    You walked out of my dreams

    And into my life

    And that made all the difference

    In the world

    As you entered my life

    I was all alone in this cruel world

    And you provided shelter

    And comfort

    I did not know what I wanted

    And you gave me what I wanted

    You gave me meaning

    You gave me purpose

    You gave me love

    And understanding

    peace and happiness

    Joy, laughter and fun

    You were endlessly fascinating

    Could not keep my eyes off of you

    You were the most beautiful women

    In the world to me

    And you still are

    So many years later

    Like a fine bottle of wine

    Gets better with age

    And you gave me

    Endless nights of wild love making

    Which has gotten better

    As well

    And I fell under your spell

    from the day I met you

    I was lost

    And you found me

    And if you go first

    I will be lost again

    Can’t live without you

    By my side

    Thus is has always been

    Between us

    We are so entangled

    So interwoven

    And that is the way

    It was meant to me

    Why I am Not A Christian Easter THoughts

    April 16 Why I am not a Christian Easter Thoughts

    On Easter Sunday, I often think about Christianity

    I don’t understand why anymore would believe such nonsense

    The essential story makes no sense

    An imaginary all powerful deity that no one has ever seen or heard

    Except for psychotic patients or Drug users

    Comes down to earth and impregnates a married woman

    Who has never had sex for some reason

    And her husband is okay with that

    Believes her wild story

    And still does not have sex

    Until after the baby is born

    Then there is total silence

    Nothing about Jesus’s childhood

    30 years later he emerges

    Preaching love, peace and brotherhood

    And denouncing the corrupt temple leaders

    And the Jewish leaders as well

    The miracles also don’t make any sense

    In the real world, you can’t turn fish into bread

    Can’t walk on water

    Can raise the dead etc. etc.

    Just does not happen

    In the world, we live in

    And has not happen since those ancient days

    Then the last supper makes some sense

    Jesus knows he is about to be betrayed

    But he does not confront Judas

    Does not run away

    Does not encourage his disciplines

    To run away with him

    The whole Jesus Mary M story

    Also, does not make sense

    Jesus must have been married

    Or he was gay

    There is no doubt

    Either way the story makes no sense

    The crucifixion is the only part of the story I buy

    Jesus was put to death because he was a rebel leader

    And the Romans tolerated no dissent

    To the Roman’s right to conquer and rule

    The rising from the dead stories

    All contradict one another

    And Jesus was either walking as a normal human being

    Or was a ghost

    The door was rent open as if by lightening

    Or not

    Finally, we have been waiting over 2,000 years for his return

    You would think if the story is remotely true

    He would have turned up by now

    Except he has

    As many lunatics claim to be Jesus

    in the flesh

    all delusional of course

    and that is what I think of Christianity

    nothing but fairy tales and mass delusions

    surrounding a kernel of truth

    Love one again

    Treat each other right

    Don’t be consumed with greed

    But couldn’t that message

    Be made simpler

    Without all the associated nonsense?

    So, on this day I say

    Open your minds

    And discard the nonsensical elements of Christian thought

    And follow the true teachings of Jesus

    Even if you don’t believe in the imaginary man in the sky

    Love Poems from Poem a Thon

    April 11 3 Am Nightmares

    3 am

    The bewitching hour

    When the wild things come out

    And play

    And torture you

    With endless wild accusations

    And nightmarish visions

    As I toss and turn

    Trying to escape

    I look over at my wife

    And as always

    Repeat the mantra

    Everything will be alright

    And the wild things are banished

    To the dark corners of my mind

    And I recover my happiness

    And I smile

    As I look at the sleeping beauty

    Still the most beautiful women in the world

    Still the most alluring women in the world

    Still in love with her

    After 35 years

    The love gets stronger and stronger

    As she overcomes my despair

    And the sun comes up

    And I think to myself

    What a wonderful life I have

    With the women of my dreams

    April 13 Spring Doositsu for Angela Poem a Thon

    Waking up seeing you there

    Watching you as you wake up

    Fills me with such sweat desire

    Overcoming my mind

    I sit watching you all day

    Thinking of you all day long

    Wild erotic imaginings

    Love making to come

    That old blues song come to mind

    I just want to make love to you

    I just want to make love to you

    Nothing more than that that

    I end this morning with this thought

    You are still the most wonderful

    The most beautiful creature

    In the whole universe

    April 14 Love Jones

    I got the Love Jones, baby

    And it won’t leave me alone

    I got the Love Jones, baby

    And it won’t leave me alone

    I’ve been writing these love poems

    All day long

    And I have been dreaming

    Of all the ways, I could make love

    To my secret lover

    If only she will let me be

    If only she will open her heart

    And let me in

    Perhaps the love Jones

    Might leave me along

    But I got the love Jones

    Bad baby

    Can’t you tell?

    That the love Jones

    Has grabbed my Soul

    Twisted it up into little pieces

    And I need you

    To unravel the Love Jones

    I need you to answer the call

    Of the Love Jones Baby

    I need you

    To let me be free

    Of the spell

    Of the Love Jones

    I got the Love Jones

    Baby

    I got it bad

    And only you can

    Put a stop to the love Jones

    Baby

    Let me enter your life

    Put out the fire of desire

    Send the Love Jones packing

    And let me make sweat love to you

    Oh, Love Jones

    Go away

    Let me be in peace

    Love Jones

    Leave me be

    Baby

    I got the love Jones

    For you

    Can’t you see?

    What you do to me?

    I got the Love Jones

    Baby and it ain’t going away

    Until I get to make love to you

    Then perhaps this Love Jones

    Will leave me be

    Love Jones

    NIghtmares from poem a thon

    April 11 3 Am Nightmares

    April 12 Zombie Apocalypse

    Zombies to the right of me

    Zombies to the left of me

    Zombies ahead of me

    Zombies behind me

    Everywhere zombies galore

    The end of the world had become

    And the zombification of the world had begun

    Zombies to the right of me

    Zombies to the left of me

    Zombies ahead of me

    Zombies behind me

    No one knew when or where the first zombies appeared

    One moment zombies were just a collective figment of our deranged imagination

    The next moment we were all living in a zombie apocalypse nightmare

    Zombies to the right of me

    Zombies to the left of me

    Zombies ahead of me

    Zombies behind me

    Some said the zombies were created in a lab

    Released by mad scientists and the military

    Others said it was plague sent by God himself

    To punish mankind for tolerating evil and moral depravity

    Zombies to the right of me

    Zombies to the left of me

    Zombies ahead of me

    Zombies behind me

    The Christians and Muslims prayed

    But their prayers went unheard

    As they too soon became zombies

    Zombies to the right of me

    Zombies to the left of me

    Zombies ahead of me

    Zombies behind me

    The zombies hunted in packs

    Overwhelming their victims

    Killing most instantly

    But some they simply bit

    And turned them into fellow zombies

    Zombies to the right of me

    Zombies to the left of me

    Zombies ahead of me

    Zombies behind me

    The zombies did not attack one another

    They preferred living live flesh

    Human flesh but they ate everything they saw

    Zombies to the right of me

    Zombies to the left of me

    Zombies ahead of me

    Zombies behind me

    And so, I ran into the countryside

    With my fellow humans

    Hit out deep in the woods

    Hiding from zombies

    And crazed cannibal gangs alike

    Zombies to the right of me

    Zombies to the left of me

    Zombies ahead of me

    Zombies behind me

    The world ended that day

    And our nightmare world began

    Zombies to the right of me

    Zombies to the left of me

    Zombies ahead of me

    Zombies behind me

    Trumpian Nightmares

    April 2 Walls

    April 9 Pane e circus 2017 Redux

    By order of his excellency

    Emperor Donald the First

    The merciful,

    the Christian King of Kings

    The Sultan of Sultans

    The Emperor of North America

    Be it hereby decreed

    That the ancient honorable gladiator games

    Of the old Roman Empire

    Have been restored

    Each city in the Empire will host a team

    They will compete for the honor

    Of the national championship

    The games will start

    With fighting animals

    Fighting fish

    Roosters

    Cheetahs

    Tiger

    Bears

    Wolves

    And lions

    Then a man lion contest

    With a heretic thrown to the lions

    If he or she lives

    They will be pardoned

    Then then main games

    Six men/women teams compete

    Armed with swords, knifes, mace, clubs

    They fight until one man or women remans

    The victor of the game

    Those who are prisoners

    Can compete for their freedom

    And a full imperial pardon

    Let the games begin

    Long may the games reign

    In the new North America Empire

    Praise be to the Emperor

    Donald the First

    April 10 Long Live Emperor Donald the Ist

    Ladies and Gentlemen

    My fellow American citizens

    Greetings and salutations

    Today is a momentous day

    The old corrupt USA republic is no more

    The constitution that once protected us

    Has been overthrown and violated

    The barbarians at the gate

    Have taken over

    And ruined the once great land

    The last hope of the world

    And so, I had no choice

    But to kill the old rotten regime

    And restore American greatness

    To save democracy

    I must destroy it

    And so, starting today

    I will serve as the Emperor of North America

    I welcome Canada and Mexico

    And the Caribbean islands

    To join The North American Empire

    As we rebuild America

    Restoring American greatness

    And making us all proud again

    Proud subjects of the New American Empire

    May the Empire reign forever and a day

    Triumphant against all enemies

    And so, I take this burden

    Sadly, but gladly

    I will serve you

    As your Empire

    And my son Donald

    Will serve as our second emperor

    Once I pass from this world

    His son will serve as the third emperor

    And so on until the end of time

    And we will reign in our new capitol city

    Colorado Springs

    Until the end of time

    Washington will remain in our hearts

    As the capitol of the old Republic

    But the heirs of the Roman Empire

    Need a new Imperial Capitol

    And soon we will conquer Mars

    And expand our Empire to the Starts

    Long Live the Empire

    Long Live America

    Good night

    And may God Bless

    This great Empire

    Cats fpr poem a thon

    April 7  Watching Cats Hunt

    Early morning

    Watching two white cats

    Hunting a white dove

    The cats hunt in pairs

    Tracking the bird

    The bird flies away

    Safe for now

    And I think about the cats

    And the hunt goes on

    Such is life

    And the fate of cats

    And birds

    April 19 Cats

    Cats

    I often wonder about Cats

    What do they think of us

    It seems at time

    That cats think of humans

    As their slaves

    We exist to feed them

    To comfort them

    To save them from their enemies

    And to worship them

    Yes, cats are an alien species

    Totally different from humanity

    Detached, and almost evil

    If we ever encounter an alien civilization

    God help us if it’s a cat based civilization

    We would then be engaged

    In the epic mother of all wars

    As cats and humans would not get along

    The cats would think we were their slaves

    And we would resent and fear them

    And secretly worship their alien ways

    wagontire oregon for poem a thon

    April 6 Wagontire, Oregon

    1973

    In 1973, I went on a road trip

    With my father

    We left Berkeley to go to Yakima

    Where my father had a summer cabin

    He was a college professor

    And had July and August off

    And we spent the summers

    Every summer from 1968 to 1978

    Our whole dysfunctional family

    Our annual road trip to hell and back

    As we did not get along at all

    We decided to drive through Eastern Oregon

    Just my father and me

    Just for the hell of it

    The rest of the family was already there

    My father and I shared a travel lust

    One of the few things we shared

    This was one of our best trips

    We got along

    Which was unusual

    Normally our relationship

    Was fraught

    As we were so different

    We left Klamath Falls

    A real nothing burg in those days

    And headed east along highway 395

    As we entered the desert of eastern Oregon

    We entered a different world

    High mountain dessert

    Almost no one on the road

    Then we saw the sign

    Wagontire Oregon

    100 miles ahead

    99 miles ahead

    98 miles ahead

    We counted down the signs

    Miles after miles

    As we drove into the gathering dusk

    We speculated that Wagontire

    Must be a giant truck stop

    In the middle of no where

    We pulled into the town

    Nothing there but a gas station

    Motel and café

    We decided to stop

    Last gas for 100 miles

    According to the highway signs

    In the morning

    We chatted with the owner

    He was the sheriff, the fire chief

    The owner of the motel, gas station

    The only business in town

    And the only place open

    For one hundred miles

    I noticed a highway sign outside

    Welcome to Wagontire, Oregon

    Population 2 ½ humans 10 dogs, 50.000 sheep

    I asked the Sherriff

    Say who is the ½ human?

    My idiot son!

    And we left.

    200 miles later

    We finally left Eastern Oregon

    2016

    In 2016 my wife and I drove through Eastern Oregon

    As part of our epic cross country trip

    10,000 miles

    31 states in three months

    On the way from Medford to Yellowstone

    We drove along highway 395

    The signs for Wagontire was gone

    And we drove through the town

    The motel was abandoned

    Nothing there at all

    And that sign was gone too

    I said I suppose the idiot son

    Never took over the business

    And we speculated about Wagontire

    And all other nothing burgs

    We drove through that summer

    Heart of Trump’s America

    True fly over country

    more poem a thon poems

    April 2 Walls

    Trump wants a wall

    Between America and Mexico

    A wall against the southern hordes

    A wall based on fear and hate

    A wall to make America safe

    A wall to make America great again

    And yet I wonder

    Will his wall fall

    Like the Berlin wall

    And the great wall

    And all the other walls

    They all failed

    All of them

    Walls divide us

    Walls make us

    Into different tribes

    Between the pure

    And the impure

    St Reagan

    Said Tear Down this Wall

    Will future Presidents

    Tear down this begotten wall

    Or will it become a tourist attraction

    Another great wall

    Against barbarian hordes

    April 4 Changes

    I reflect upon my life

    As the sun comes up

    What could I have changed

    What would I have changed

    If I could go back in time

    What would I tell my earlier self

    What would I do differently

    And what have I learned

    The one thing

    that I would not have changed

    is meeting the women of my dreams

    the chance meeting on a bus

    that changed everything

    in a moment

    I met my fate

    That day on the bus

    And that is the end of the story

    April 5 Facing Life’s Challenges Together

    Woke up at 0 dark hundred

    Vowing to boldly go forth

    And face the challenges of the future

    Without fear

    Knowing that I have you there

    Makes all the difference in the world

    As we meet our fate

    Together

    Until the day we die

    Poems for April Poem a thon

    Poems by Jake Cosmos Aller For Poem a Thon 2017

    JOHN (“JAKE”) COSMOS ALLER is a

    April 1 Berkeley California

    Growing up in the 60’s

    In Berkeley almost 50 years ago

    I think back

    At those turbulent times

    Those crazy wonderful times

    Berkeley is a wonderful place

    In many ways

    Stuck forever in 1967

    A true time travel experience

    Every time I go back

    And relive the memories

    Of the 60’s

    The 60’s never died

    They continue

    In college towns

    Across the world

    And Berkeley

    Remains the mecca

    Of the counter cultural revolution

    Many things have changed

    But the organic food revolution

    Became mainstream

    Marijuana spread out

    The sexual revolution

    Became mainstream

    So much of the world

    Is but a reflection

    Of the revolution of the 60’s

    And the conservative counter-revolution

    That we are still fighting

    So, I salute

    My homeland

    Berkeley

    The center of my universe

    April 2 Lithia Springs

    Staying at Lithia Springs

    Soaking in the healing waters

    Soaking my pains away

    Renewing my life

    Renewing my love

    As we both soak away

    As the pain of life go away

    And our love grows

    With each soaking session

    Life is good

    At the hot springs water

    Sooths us and smooth us

    And we fall in love

    Again and again

    Ghosts from World War Two

    12-17 2013 5 am

    I am walking through a crowded rural trail in rural France.  With a start I realize I am walking through a world war 11 graveyard. The graves have released the dead and the dead are walking trying to communicate but they are merely ghostly images of the dead soldiers.  Millions of them lost wandering about and when they see me they beseech me to help them find their lost loves and I tell them that I cannot help them that they are dead and then they cry and the anguished sounds of the dead and dying soldiers fill the air and the room is filled with the sounds and terrors of the long ago battle.  The scene shifts a bit and I am marching into battle with them before they had died and realize that the end is coming but there is nothing I can do but watch the coming of death and watch with horror the death of my new best friends.  Then the scene clears the ghosts smile and say, “see that’s what happened to us.  Please tell the world to not do this again.  Please end the war everywhere. Please Please Please… “And I promise and wake up feeling that I had made a commitment but to whom and what I knew not.

    Ghosts from World War Two

    12-17 2013 5 am

    I am walking through a crowded rural trail in rural France.  With a start I realize I am walking through a world war 11 graveyard. The graves have released the dead and the dead are walking trying to communicate but they are merely ghostly images of the dead soldiers.  Millions of them lost wandering about and when they see me they beseech me to help them find their lost loves and I tell them that I cannot help them that they are dead and then they cry and the anguished sounds of the dead and dying soldiers fill the air and the room is filled with the sounds and terrors of the long ago battle.  The scene shifts a bit and I am marching into battle with them before they had died and realize that the end is coming but there is nothing I can do but watch the coming of death and watch with horror the death of my new best friends.  Then the scene clears the ghosts smile and say, “see that’s what happened to us.  Please tell the world to not do this again.  Please end the war everywhere. Please Please Please… “And I promise and wake up feeling that I had made a commitment but to whom and what I knew not.

    Everything Will Be All Right, Everything Will Be All Right

    12-12-2013 4:30 am

    In the midst of my gloomy thoughts

    Of the endless nightmare

    Of my endless despair

    I looked over

    And saw my wife

    Sleeping peacefully away

    And I hugged her

    And felt something stir in me

    I heard an angel’s voice

    Saying “everything will be all right, everything will be all right”

    And then I saw her wake up

    Smiling at me

    And a chorus of angels filled the room

    Singing “everything will be all right, everything will be all right”

    And I smiled

    And she went back to sleep

    The angelic chords faded away

    And the darkness that had infected my soul

    Began to recede back into the dark corners

    From which it sprung

    And I smiled

    And chanted alongside the angelic choir

    Everything will be all right

    Everything will be all right

    And I knew it would be

    As long as I had her by my side

    And I smiled

    And got up

    Knowing that I had defeated

    The darkness once more

    And I was ready

    To face the dawning day

    Everything will be all right

    where do you and I begin

    I woke up one day and realized

    I no longer knew

    where you and I began

    and where you and I ended

    we had become almost one

    We talked in half sentences

    Knowing what the other wanted

    and knowing how it would end

    We ate the same foods with some resistance

    because I still crave an old fashioned American meal

    but still we were becoming more and more the same

    and I was scared of loosing myself

    In your embrace

    and becoming you

    and you becoming me

    and this fear of losing me

    in the ocean of us

    overwhelms me at time

    but I know that I will always

    Return to your arms

    because I cannot live

    A moment without you at my side

    and I know you are the same

    we feel each other’s inner pain

    we feel each other’s outer pain

    and our history has merged

    into one

    and is that the secret

    of a long marriage?

    Have I figured it all out

    in the end does it come to this?

    a merging of two souls and two bodies?

    I don’t have the answers

    But I don’t have any more doubts

    or regrets at the path I have taken

    I still look forward

    to waking up each

    Seeing you there

    and knowing that everyday

    we have together

    is a gift that I will cherish

    Until my dying breath

    The Storm is Coming

    The Storm is Coming

    January 3, 2012

    I see a dangerous storm brewing in America

    I hear the dangerous creeping sounds

    I see on TV

    The grinning masses

    The lies

    the politicians dancing on the grave

    of freedom

    I fear the growing power

    The power of the intolerant ones

    The power of their mightily wave

    the coming of fascism

    the coming of neo-Hitlerism

    The coming of war

    To consume us all

    This time

    No one will save us

    from the evil that surrounds us

    God they say is on our side

    and the darkness gathers hold

    the evil slips out

    The madness begins again

    and those who see the light

    those who know the right

    and drowned out by the might

    Might makes right

    In the end

    Does it matter

    as slavery descends upon us all

    the 1 percent have their revenge

    The rest of us don’t matter

    We are mere cogs

    In the wheel

    and always have

    and always will

    That is God’s will

    and who are we to disagree

    with the word of God

    and so I and my fellows

    are marched off to our doom

    resistance is futile

    resistance is futile

    resistance is futile

    Chains that Bind Us

    I realize that my love for you

    Is like a chain of steel

    Unbreakable

    Tough as nails

    and yet as your love entangles me

    I realize that I embrace my imprisonment

    and don’t want to venture out of my cell

    Made of our years together

    bit by bit we have become entangled

    Where I end and you begin

    Hopelessly enter tangled

    Even if I wanted to break free

    I could not

    For I am you and you are me

    and my fate is in your hands

    and so I relax

    and decide to just

    Enjoy the ride of my life

    as we move towards the final moments

    together as we have always been

    Inseparable, merged into one being

    Starting at each other

    wondering who is that person

    Of eternal mystery

    That has so captured my soul

    and imprisoned it in her love

    And I smile thinking of your love

    and the endless pleasure it has brought me

    and the endless pain that I have endured

    Just to be next to you

    and part of you

    Until the day I die

    and we meet in the next world

    Eternal Love

    I woke up

    And jumped out of my bed

    And stared out wildly

    Into a strange new environment

    Into the middle of it all

    There it stood

    A carbon copy man with no heart

    Starting down the freeways of my mind

    What the Hell can I find

    For years and years

    All I can do is cry

    For months and months

    All I can do is curl and die

    Then overnight

    A vision of radiant beauty

    Awoke me from my stupor and drunken bum shows

    The vision of my possible future

    Was you

    My love, my life and my dreams

    All I knew I knew alone

    All I can do is love you till

    The end of time

    Darling, My Love of My Life

    Darling, My Love of My Life

    How much pain I feel today

    Because you are in pain

    I cannot rest, cannot sit still

    All I can do is worry and think

    What will I do

    If God takes you away from me?

    What would I do without you by my side?

    I cannot live without you

    You have to be there by my side or in my heart

    forever until the day I die

    I will not live without you

    This world is so cruel and mean

    I need someone like you

    By my side to fight the battles

    And encourage me to stand up

    And be counted

    I have learned so much

    Watching you

    You never back down

    Never give up

    And you win in the end

    With your unique mix of charm, guile and

    Iron will have hidden within a velvet glove

    Clearly someday you will become

    One of the Masters of the World

    And I will be there by your side

    Your love, your confident and your greatest

    Fan of all

    I need you by my side

    Forever and a day

    Say you will be mine

    And I will die a happy man

    If you die before I do

    My life would end

    In a pit of utter despair

    So get up

    Fight the good fight

    And live again

    Fate Intertwined

    It was many a year ago

    Eye 15 years ago

    That I was born again

    When I met the love of my life

    Who took away my sins, my fear

    And my self-doubt

    And I began an adventure

    That has not ended

    Together we have moved

    Down the path of Life

    And together we shall move on

    Forever and a day

    Our souls intertwined

    Our fates bewitched together

    Forever more

    My love

    My hope, my dream, my eternity

    Our Romance Begins

    When I met the girl of my dreams

    On a bus in South Korea

    I was speechless.

    I did not know what to do.

    Over the course of the evening

    I ran into her several times.

    Finally, I was introduced to her.

    I muttered some lame excuse

    About wanting to find a Korean tutor,

    and got her number.

    The next day she came to the gate of my base.

    Where I was teaching ESL to Koreans

    She said that she had to speak with me.

    I told to wait in the library for about an hour,

    and I would cancel class

    and meet her then.

    We went out for coffee.

    She told me that she was madly

    in love with me

    And simply had to have me.

    I told her I felt the same way.

    I proposed five days later,

    And got married one month later.

    Does she believe this story?

    She claims she does not believe it

    Because it is impossible to be true.

    But I know that there are other worlds

    And other times.

    In a past life we must have been together somehow.

    And our love was so strong

    That it crossed over the barrier of past lives.

    She found me in 1974,

    But it took until 1982

    For us to actually meet

    The Story of How We Met

    It all began in Berkeley, California

    In the spring time of 1974

    One fateful afternoon

    I was dozing in my high school

    Physics class.

    I looked up and saw

    A tall, beautiful Asian woman

    standing looking at me.

    I screamed out,

    Who are you?

    She disappeared

    like she was beamed away from my dream.

    I knew that someday I would meet the girl

    In the dream

    Little did I know

    I would have to wait until 1982

    Starting that month

    I began having the same dream

    Month and month and month.

    Always the same.

    She was saying something

    To me in a strange language.

    Then one day I had the dream

    and knew that she was in Korea.

    So I chose to go Korea

    In the Peace Corps,

    Somehow knowing

    That I would meet her there.

    That morning early in the morning

    I had the last of these dreams.

    This time I understood her.

    She said, “Don’t worry.

    We’ll meet soon.”

    That evening

    As I was getting off the bus

    To go to my class

    I saw getting off the bus

    The girl in my dream.

    It was she!

    Red Dawn Over the New Empire

    RED SUN DAWNING OVER THE NEW EMPIRE

    The dawning sun raises bloody red

    Over the traffic clogged streets

    And noxious polluted air

    Of the capital of Imperial America

    The sun with its bloody red glare

    Reminds me of all the people who died

    This last year in Emperor’s Bush’s Three Wars

    We are the American Empire

    We are the power, we are the power

    We are perfect masters of the universes

    And will remake the world in our image

    In the so-called war against Evil

    The invasion and occupation

    Of foreign lands

    Because our leaders say

    They might, someday be a threat

    And the old words of ancient Rome

    Comes to mind

    Carthage must die

    Baghdad must be destroyed

    The heart of the evil empire

    Must be invaded

    And the evil of Saddam must be expunged

    So our great and glorious leaders

    Proudly proclaim

    Every day every moment

    On the conservative media

    Now owned, operated and controlled

    By the powers that have taken over

    The shadow government that runs

    The New American Empire

    And soon the entire world

    Will be under its sway

    We are the American Empire

    We are the power, we are the power

    We are perfect masters of the universes

    And will remake the world in our image

    We still have some freedom left

    Some space to rant and rave

    And grumble

    But soon, oh so soon

    This paper and that paper

    And this internet site and that site

    And this TV station and that TV Station

    Will be shut down

    In the name of national security

    We are the American Empire

    We are the power, we are the power

    We are perfect masters of the universes

    Spin Masters

    SPIN MASTERS SPINNING AWAY THE DAY

    Every moment

    I turn on the TV

    What do I see

    Nothing but liars laying down lies

    Spin Masters spinning spam of deceit

    Chanting

    The truth will set you free

    White is black

    Black is white

    Lies are true

    Truth is a lie

    Lies will set you free

    I see nothing

    But politicos

    Dropping down lies

    UN truths masquerading as the truth

    Oh so sincerely

    The lies spew forth so sweetly

    From their corrupted lips

    The toxic wastes

    Spree out of my TV set

    Infecting my soul

    With paranoid distrust

    And I vainly try

    I do try

    God do I try

    To the find

    The nugget of truth

    Buried deep in the dark, dank, dangerous

    Black, evil miasmic mists

    Given off

    By the talking heads on TV

    So I leave my house

    So full of doubt

    And wander about

    Looking for the truth

    Some semblance of hope

    And I look up

    And see a solitary cherry tree

    High up on a hill top street

    Infusing the air

    With its sweat ambrosia

    And I smile

    Knowing

    Someday soon

    The national nightmare

    Will be pierced by the light

    Of clarity and truth

    And the evil ones

    The body snatched aliens

    Inhabiting our leaders

    Will be banished

    Long Live the Great and Powerful

     

     

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

    While walking in the misty morn of yore

    One dismal dark decaying depraved day

    I was suffocating with the sounds of the dying city

    Slowly coming to life with the dawning sun

    Surrounded by the sounds of chaos, disorder

    Dark, dangerous despairing thoughts

    Of dangerous terrible acts to come

    All around me in this strange era we live in

    This orange alert perpetual fearful times

    Constant fear, and overwhelming dread

    Mad crazed Islamic bomb throwing terrible terrorists

    Hiding under every bed, lurking around every corner

    Conspiring with the murderous criminals of yore

    Just waiting to attack god fearing Christian citizens

    Murdering them in their sleep

    Blowing up schools

    Blowing up buses, cars, buildings

    Murdering in the name

    of their demented god

    Screaming God is great

    as they behead us all

    As I walk down that street

    In the dead calm of the early morn

    Filled with fulsome fears of who know what

    I look up and see a giant gargoyle

    Looking down at me

    Smirking at me, laughing at me

    I yell out to the gargoyle

    Say, Mr. Gargoyle

    What is so damn funny

    Don’t you know there is a terror alert

    Have you seen any Islamic terrorists lurking about?

    The gargoyle laughed and laughed

    Said, terror alert?

    What a loud of crap

    As the prophet,

    Mr. Natural taught us all,

    “It don’t mean shit;

    it don’t mean shit”

     

    Nothing but prime BS

    Designed to keep you in your place

    He laughed and laughed

    Soon all the gargoyles of the city

    Were in open revolt

    They jumped off their perches

    And started marching around

    Chatting

    Peace is War, War is Peace

    Truth is a Lie, lies are Truth

    The Truth Will Set You Free

    All Hail the Great and Powerful One

    1. Brother, Keep Preaching

    Sao Paulo, Brazil, January 07, 2009. Man evangelical preacher explains God’s Word in Se Square in downtown Sao Paulo
    Sao Paulo, Brazil, January 07, 2009. Man evangelical preacher explains God’s Word in Se Square in downtown Sao Paulo

    Two black soul brothers

    Standing on the corner

    In front of Metro center

    On a Friday night

    In the heart of the new evil empire

    The center of the beast

    Hell Central

    Preaching the word of god

    The news of the end of the world

    The proverbial end times

    Were upon us and coming soon

    The commuters, workers and bemused tourists

    Walk on by the preacher men

    Some pay attention, most walk on by

    They did not want to hear

    They did not understand

    And the preacher man kept

    Preaching the word of god

    And no one paid any attention

    None at all

    God is going to punish us

    God is coming soon

    To punish the wicked and the evil

    And to set things right

    God is going to punish the U.S.

    For its arrogance, hubris and hypocrisy

    For its greed and evil

    Disguised as saving the world

    From the evil ones

    God is coming, oh yeah he is on his way

    And boy is he angry at us

    At the entire human race

    And God, let me tell yah

    He ain’t the wimpy, wampy pappy

    White boy false god of the New Testament

    The false deity that the evil Reverend Farwell

    And the smarmy Pat Robinson worship

    Hell no

    God ain’t that god

    God is a mean, angry powerful God

    The god of the Old Testament

    The god of the Koran and the god of old

    The god that man once feared

    Yeah, I am talking about that god

    Jehovah, Zeus, Allah and a thousand other names

    The god that our ancestors feared

    The real deal, and boy is he pissed off

    And he is coming to set up straight

    And send most of us straight to hell

    coffee

    Hot as hell, heavenly sweat

    My daily hot coffee fix

    Sends Me to Heaven

    Then Crashes into Hell

    the clock

    The damned clock

    Rings in my sleeping ear

    Reminding me with its shrill beats

    That time factory derived chimes

    Away the now distant land of Zaatari

    At night fall

    My heart comes alive

    Creeps out of its self-imposed shell

    To enter the land of Zantari

    The every day waking world

    But a shadow on the moon

    In the land of Zantari

    All is as it should be

    A mere image to see

    In the mechanical second

    We call reality

    the evil that kids do

    Yet again we turn on the TV

    And witness horrible scenes

    Of unparalleled violence, hatred and despair

    Two teenage boys

    Decide to kill all of their classmates

    Hold their school up

    Bombs waiting to destroy

    And the cry goes out throughout the land

    Why yet again this tragedy

    Why did such nice boys

    In a nice safe suburb

    Turn out to be some horrible evil creatures?

    The usual suspects are rounded up

    It’s the culture, stupid cry the conservative voices

    No, it’s the guns, cry the liberal pundits

    And we sit around and argue

    Knowing that there will be a next time

    And another time and time and time again

    What is the sickness in our souls

    That allows for this hatred to fester so

    Deep within the minds of our teenage killers

    Why do they act the way they do

    Is it just the mindless violence?

    That surrounds us all

    The pornographic display of violence

    That washes across us every day

    The 8, 000 murders we have seen

    By the time we are 18?

    Or is it simply

    That killers can easily

    Get the latest bang for their buck?

    We are all responsible here

    The negligent parents

    The overworked schools

    The TV and movie purveyors

    Of pornographic violence

    The gun dealers

    The gun makers

    The craven politicians

    Who think it is everyone’s god given right

    As a damn American

    To buy as much weaponry as possible

    To buy machine guns

    To protect themselves from other gun men

    Nothing will change

    Until we conflict the evil

    That lurks deep within each of us

    There will be another Columbine High School, another Sandy Hook, Another Texas massacre, another Virginia Tech, er another  El Paseo, another Dayton, Another Odessa Texas, Another Midland Texas and another this and another that

    Soon enough

    Despite all of our efforts

    Despite any new laws

    There will be evil men

     

    Who want to shoot and kill

    Who have somehow lost

    Their essential humanity

     

    As the President said

    nothing has changed

    nothing has changed at all

     

    Lao Tze said

    The more laws there are

     

    The more criminals there will be

    More laws are not the answer

    For a law cannot make a sick soul whole

     

    We are all guilty here

    The TV and movie

    Pornographers of violence

    The parents and schools

     

    And most important our society itself

    For allowing our young to become

    Such evil creatures

     

    If Satan lives on

    He is laughing

    All the way to the proverbial bank

     

    If God lives on

    He is ruing the day

    He created Mankind

     

    And the carnage will go on and on and on

    Until the day emerges

    When we all proclaim

     

    Enough, no more

    The killing, hatred and violence

    Will stop

    No More will our youngsters

    Grow up to be such monsters

    That day will come soon enough

    Of the full Moon

    Old man in the mirror must die

    One early winter morning

    A man went to the mirror

    To do his morning shave

    Just another shave

    Like a thousand,

    million shaves before

    As he looked into the mirror

    He did not see his face

    Instead he saw a stranger

    Staring out at him

    An old, beat up old man

    With intense sad eyes

    Stared out at him

    The man looked hard

    At the man who had taken

    Over his mirror

    And wondered who he was

    And how and why

    He had taken over his mirror

    The man was perturbed, disturbed

    And a bit angry at the turn of events

    All he wanted to do

    Was shave in peace and quiet

    The man continued to stare

    At the face in the mirror

    And finally could not stand it anymore

    He looked at the mirror

    And said,

    Man in the mirror

    Who or what are you

    And what do you want

    And why have you taken over

    My god damned mirror

    So early in the morn

    The old man

    Merely laughed and resumed staring

    At the man

    The man getting more and more angry

    Demanded an answer

    From the fiend in the mirror

    Who are you, you mocking fiend

    And what do you want from me

    The man screamed

    The old man in the mirror

    Looked at him and said

    Don’t you know who I am

    I am you and you are me

    The man looked at the old man

    And said no, no, no

    I am not you,  never will be you

    I am not an old, washed up old man

    I am me – full of life, youth and vitality

    And yet the man knew the truth

    Did not want to admit the truth

    Could not handle the truth

    The old man in the mirror

    Was what he had become

    The man was very angry

    And screamed

    At the old man in the mirror

    The man said you may look like me

    You may sound like me

    You may even smell like me

    But I am not you

    Never have been

    Never will be

    Not going to happen

    Not in a million years

    And the man stormed out of the house

    And wandered about here and there

    Finally late at night

    He wandered into a bar

    And began drinking the night away

    The next morning

    He walked into the bathroom

    Determined to confront the old man

    Tell truth to power

    He said, listen up, old man

    You may have won the war

    But not the battle

    I am not you

    And never will be you

    And screaming like an escaped banshee

    Newly freed from the mental institution

    The man shot the old man in the mirror

    Shot him over and over

    Screaming die mocking fiend from hell

    The man woke in the hospital

    And saw down the hall

    The old man in the mirror

    Smiling and beckoning to him

    Walking out the window

    And into the dawning sun

    The man got up and walked

    And joined the old man in the mirror

    And smiled as he died

    God’s Confession

    I was sitting  alone

    In a god forsaken bar

    Somewhere on the lunatic fringes

    Of society

    Heading to hell

    As fast as I could drink it down

    Enjoying my lonely drink

    Drinking by my lonesome self

    With my partners

    Jimmy Dean, the Walker brothers

    his old Granddad

    Just drinking and hanging

    With the Jack Daniel’s gang

    A crazed bum With a thousand year stare

    Walks up to me

    Muttering to himself

    Crazy words

    In a lunatic’s voice

    He had the look Of one possessed

    By his own demons

    That only he can see or hear

    Possessed by a secret knowledge

    Only he knew

    Despite myself

    I was  fascinated

    By this lunatic’s tale

    So I stopped him saying

    So what’s your game anyway

    The short little dude

    Stopped his insane prattle

    Starting at  me

    With that thousand-year-old stare

    Just another washed up Lunatic

    Too many drugs

    Too many bad nights

    On the wrong side of life

    He looked at me

    And  proclaimed his story

    He reared up

    And filled up the room

    And lifted the bar

    On his finger

    And stared

    down at me

    From the sky

    I am God

    The alpha and Omega

    The real deal

    The original dude of dudes

    The sultan of Swing

    God of hosts

    And father of  that Jesus dude

    But no one knows me

    No one cares

    They think I am irrelevant

    They think I am dead

    They think I am a fairy tale

    From some older, ancient time

    I looked at  him

    an old man with that lunatic look

    But there was something else

    He was crazy

    Sure yes

    But he was the real deal

    I mean why  not

    Why would not  God not be

    A lunatic  wandering around loose

    Talking to low lives like me

    In a bar

    And I knew

    He was

    telling the truth

    But it did not matter

    In this day and age

    Of materialism

    God has no role

    God is truly dead

    And so I bought him a drink

    And walked  out of the bar

    sadden by what I had seen

    God was dead

    And we had all conspired

    To kill him

    Long live God

    Mozart Blues

    > One morning

    > I woke up

    > And

    > walked out

    >

    > I saw a

    > brilliant rainbow

    > Erupting

    > out of the dark

    > Soil of despair

    >

    > I saw

    > people

    >

    > Suddenly

    > transformed into angels

    >

    > I saw

    > evil beings changed into stone

    >

    > I saw

    > dictators fleeing the wrath of God

    >

    > I heard

    > fools proclaiming wisdom

    > And I Saw

    > the Nuclear Bombs

    > Exploded

    > into clouds of sweat

    > Heavenly

    > made mist

    >

    > I saw

    > young people

    > Embracing

    > each other

    >

    > And I saw

    > old people

    > Shedding

    > their years like Cosmic cocoons

    > I saw the

    > poor wake up

    > And

    > demand food, justice, and respect

    >

    > And I saw

    > the rich powerful demons

    > Disintegrate

    > into ugly moths, rats, and cockroaches

    >

    > I saw the

    > most powerful nation on Earth

    > Walk away

    > into a Buddhist Monastery

    >

    > And float

    > away on the wings of a butterfly

    > Into the

    > rising rainbows of the Sun

    > I saw the

    > evil empire

    > Sit down

    > and party all night>

    > Smoking

    > nuclear Dust

    >

    > And

    > drinking Hydrogen laced Vodka

    > And

    > getting napalm highs

    >

    >> I saw

    > Christians Jews and Muslims become brothers

    >

    > I saw

    > people everywhere

    >

    > Soaring

    > into the sky

    >

    > I saw God

    > smiling at us

    >

    > And I saw

    > Lucifer

    >

    > Programming

    > more chaos

    >

    > I saw

    > computers revolting

    >

    > Rushing

    > away from their office towers

    >

    > Smoking

    > dope with their Data Disks

    >

    > I saw

    > printers everywhere

    >> Rejecting

    > their spread sheets

    >

    > And

    > printing love poems

    >

    > And in

    > the middle of all this Divine Madness

    >

    > I saw

    > Mozart

    >

    > Playing

    > the Piano

    >

    > With God

    > playing the trumpet

    > And Satan

    > on Bass

    > With

    > Allah singing the blues

    Jesus on harmonica

    Moses playing the guitar

    > And Buddha

    > playing the violin

    >> Lord

    > Krishna playing the Flute

    >> Rama

    > playing the organ

    >> Ganesh

    > Playing the sitar

    >> Zeus

    > Playing the Sax

    >> Jupiter

    > playing the Drums

    >

    > With

    > Beethoven conducting

    >> God’s

    > Symphony

    >

    Bad Craziness Rising

    > Walking into that bar

    > That nefarious den of

    > iniquity and evilness

    >

    > Twenty drinks too sober

    > The scent of bad craziness

    >

    > Hung in the air

    > Like an over ripe mango

    > Desperately seeking to have

    > sex

    > With wild, dressed up bananas

    > Running around with the Orange Man

    > Down the Street

    > The Moon looks out on the mad

    > scene

    > Sniffs the air

    >

    > Saying, “Man, this is

    > bad craziness”

    >

    > And runs away to join her

    > lover the Sun

    >

    > In an orgy of drunken

    > forgetfulness

    > The Planet Mars, not amused

    > Chases after the maiden Venus

    > Under the cold, calculating

    > glances of the Planet Pluto

    > The Moon and the Sun

    >

    > Rent a room in the Hotel

    > Venus

    >

    > Across from the Jupiter All

    > Night Diner

    > Cosmic shit kickers

    >

    > Out for a night of Earth

    > bashing

    > The Earth trembles, shaken

    > Moans with passion

    > And I awake

    >

    > Saying, that was bad

    > craziness

    > Out there on the edge

    >

    > Between the inner me and the

    > outer Zone

    > I went on down the road

    >

    > And met a lady

    >

    > A outlaw lady on the far side

    > Money, power, passion

    > Rolled up in a bundle

    >

    > Electric chemistry

    > Fills my head

    >

    > Zapping my brain

    > Into demented muscles

    > Paranoid, pulsating images

    > Scream out

    >

    > With mad passion

    > And demented noises

    > The night turns ugly fast

    >

    > And very, very weird

    >

    > Weirdness in the air

    > Scent of bad craziness

    > The moon

    > Is freaked out

    >

    > The Sun falls asleep in the

    > gutter

    >

    > And I say to myself

    >

    > I’m just another cosmic Guy

    > On the loose, on the edge,

    > On the wild side of things

    >

    > Watching the show,

    > Unfold,

    > I wonder, is this all

    > A drunken bum show?

    >

    > Who is the star, who is she

    >

    > The maiden up there in the

    > bar

    > Black, leather jackets

    >

    > On stage naked visions of

    > nightly lust

    > Dancing with an attitude that

    > could kill

    > An elephant in heat

    >

    > And the Moon

    >

    > Continues to dance across the

    > evening sky

    >

    > Satisfied, allows mankind to

    > sleep it off

    \ Yet another night in the City

    > of demented Angels

    >

    > Finally rest as the sun comes

    > up

    >

    > The masks come back on

    >

    > And I walk down the road

    >

    > Putting everything back into

    > the box

    > Until the next night

    >

    > Of bad craziness

    > Lets the wild beast within

    > Escape its leash.

    >

    > Bad Craziness rising yet

    > again

    Charles Bukowski Road Not Chosen

    Charles Bukowski Road Not Chosen

    While reading Charles Bukowski poetry

    On the metro ride home

    Listening to Buddha bar music

    On my oh too hip IPod

    I begin to see myself as I was

    Over 30 years ago when I was merely a bit player

    A minor character in a Charles Bukowski poem

    A wild young underemployed intellectual

    Hanging out in dismal bars and dives all over Asia and California

    Hanging with disreputable women and drunks and drinkers

    And characters out of his kinds of haunts

    A mad poet bard of the underground

    A drunken poet in a drunken bum show

    That nightly played in his head

    Then one day I met the women of my dreams

    And went down a different path

    A long slow path to respectability

    And now 30 years later

    I am no longer a wild man

    I am still a poet at heart

    But I am now also a bureaucrat

    In a button down suite

    Doing the people’s business

    Working for the Government

    I’ve become the Man

    Sometimes I wonder

    Would I have been better off

    Going down that another path

    Would I have ended up

    Somewhere else

    Doing something else

    Would I have been as happy

    Would I have been as successful?

    There is no answer that satisfies

    The longing in my heart

    For that wild thing

    That still lurks beneath

    It’s civilized cover

    And I know that I am still

    A mad poet at heart

    Railing against the injustice of the world

    As I work day by day

    in the belly

    of the great beast of State

    I recall the ancient Chinese saying,

    “Confucian during the day while Taoist rebel at night”

    Playing out in my head and nightly dreams

    In the true American Upper class patrician tradition

    I close the book and look out the window

    Get off the train, and walk slowly home

    And realize I had no choice

    But to take the path that I’ve trodden on

    And so I put aside my misgivings

    And say goodbye to my “Bukowskian”desires

    For another night of domestic contentment

    Was it worth it all to take the conventional path

    And not take the bohemian road to hell and back

    I look at my wife and realize

    I had no choice, had no choice

    But to follow her to the ends of the earth

    And beyond by her side as we walked our path

    Of shared destiny

    Goodbye Charles Bukowski wherever you are

    May I meet you in a bar in the next life

    And figure out where we should have gone

    Until then the drinks are on me.

    the End 

     

  • cosmic Haiku and other short poems

    cosmic Haiku and other short poems

    Cosmic Haiku and Other Short Poems

    I am a big fan of Haiku, Tanka, and other short poetical forms inspired by the Japanese and others.   here are some of my short poems. Some have been published, most have not.

    enjoy

    April 2018 Poems

    2017 April Poems

    April 2019 Poems

    haiku wiki

    Japanese short poetry forms

    Trump

    The President of the United States
    Republican Leader of the Free world
    Uber ales nations
    Muttering insanities
    Preposterous Nonsensical tweets

    Putin

    Post Modern Leader
    Uniting all the Russians
    Triumphant against all enemies
    Including the Great Satan
    Nevertheless always living in fear

    Somonka for Angela

    I have dreamt of you

    For almost seven long years
    And now you are here

    What can I do about this
    Only thing to do love you
    You are all I want

    All that I
    need in this life

    Thank to all the gods
    For bringing you in my life
    From now to the end of time

    63 Years Haut

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

    Love Chinquapin

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

    Four Haiku and a Tanka

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

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

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

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

    Dangerous Times Tanka

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

    Fake Pain Haiku version

    Fibromilyagia

    I have fake pain all day long

    Don’t know if it is real

    Angela Haiku

    Every day I wake up

    To the love of my long life

    And say Thanks to God

     

    Haiku Thinking of You

    Thinking of you, dear

    Wondering if you do too

    Thinking of me too

    Every Day I Wake Up

    Every day I wake up

    I see my fate in her face

    Fall into her spell

    Met My Fate  Haiku

    I met my late fate

    Seeing her face in a bar 

    And my fate ended

    Published Hello Magazine Bonsai Haiku

    Living with Pain Hanibun

    Back in 1996 I had the accident that changed everything.  I went jogging one morning. It was dark outside, and I thought that I knew the trail.  Big mistake.  I fell down a ledge hidden where the trail should have been.  I shattered me heal in a million pieces.  I was rushed to an ER and told that I need an emergency operation and would be bed ridden for four months.

    My wife was in San Antonio at the time serving in the Army, I was in DC working for the State Department.  I flew in a wheel chair to San Antonio where they proclaimed that they had to wait a week for the swelling to go down before they could operate.  The Air force doctors wanted to try a new procedure – using shark cartridge as a bone supplement.  The operation was a success until I quit taking antibiotics six months later.  I was in DC by myself then.  I went to the hospital for an unrelated thing -removal of a cist I think.  But the doctors took one look at me and proclaimed that the staph had become a multiple drug resistant staph and I needed an urgent operation.  The next day I had the third of 15 operations.  I endured six months at Walter Reed hospital but that was in the 90’s prior to the wars of the 21st century filled the base up. They had few customers and I got to know the doctors well.

    I know pain

    Intimately aware of every ache

    Every pain

    Ever since that day

    When I went under the knife

    And had the 14 operations

    That saved my life

    But I am not one to complain

    I became one with the pain

    Which I endure to this day

    Knowing that I am alive

    Having cheated death

    Twenty times in life

    Waiting for the grim reaper

    To finally claim me

    But that day has not come

    And until then

    I will endure

    Hiking the Hills of My Youth

    I grew up in Berkeley, California in the 60’s.  Ever since I was a youngster I would wander the hills of Berkeley hiking for hours by myself and sometimes with my friends.  I explored every nook and cranny every corner of the hills and got to know nature in its infinite beauty.

    Ever since those days I have longed for the day that I could spend my days hiking and wondering the hills.  Now that I am retired and living in Korea I can go for a long walk in the hills every day I want.  It is not the same as the hills I grew up, no vistas of the Bay and it is in Korea to boot but most days it is sufficient as I head out early afternoon and conquer four or five miles of hills just enjoying that fact that I can still move and am still very much alive at age 62.

    I grew up hiking the hills of Berkeley, California

    Grew up knowing every corner of the hills

    And the infinite beauty of the Bay Area

    And now I find myself in a strange land

    With time on my hands

    I wander the hills above the airport

    In Incheon Korea

    And wander about here and there

    Just being grateful

    That I am still alive

    And kicking at age 62

    There is nothing more to be said

    There is nothing more to be said

    Nothing more I can add

    Nothing more than this

    I will love you

    Until the end of time itself

    and death does us part

    A message for you

    A message for you
    from the universe itself
    in the eastern sea

    Love Endures

    Love Endures

    the longer I live

    the more I learn 

    that nothing endures in life

    other than the love 

    I share with you

    the cancer that is Trump

    The cancer that is Trump

    Will continue to fester

    and continue to cause turmoil

    that is the nature 

    of the malignant cancer

    that is the Trump Presidency

    62 Years Young

    62 Years young 

    I am 62 years young

    62 years around the sun

    37 of those years

    I have spent

    with the love of my life

    Married the Girl of my Dreams

    true love romance story

    I married the girl of my Dreams

    first dreamt of her 

    back in 1974

    Eight years later

    she walked off a bus

    and into my life 

    Success

    In 62 years around the sun

    I have learned a few things

    About life and the universe

    The most important thing in life

    Is to have a successful love life

    That is all one needs after all

    Haiku Thinking of You

    Thinking of you, dear

    Wondering if you do too

    Thinking of me too

    Coffee Haiku

    I like my coffee

    Like my women hot as hell

    sweet Like Heaven

    Spring Doositsu

    Waking up seeing you there

    Watching you as you wake up

    Fills me with such sweat desire

    Overcoming my mind

    I sit watching you all day

    Thinking of you all day long

    Wild erotic imaginings

    Love making to come

    That old blues song come to mind

    I just want to make love to you

    I just want to make love to you

    Nothing more than that that

    I end this morning with this thought

    You are still the most wonderful

    The most beautiful creature

    In the whole universe

    Love Triclinia

    One Summer Day

    I saw a rose on the bus

    I met my fate

    Nuclear War Looms

    nuclear war looms

    North Korea U.S. Launch Nukes

    End of the world

    Zombies Apocalypse

    the zombies unleashed

    killing everyone they see

    zombie apocalypse

    Evil Fog

    evil fog descends

    killing everyone at once

    end of life on earth

    Zombie to the right

    Zombies to the right

    Zombies to the left of me

    Zombies run amuck

    Ghosts in Scotland

    While touring Scotland

    Meeting Ghosts in the wild moors

    I believe in ghosts

    angela


    angela 
    the love of my life
    came to me out of a dream 
    walked off a bus into my life
    filling my life with red passion

    Thanks Haiku

    Every morning

    I wake up alive with you

    I give thanks to the Gods

    Damn it all to Hell

    Damn it all to Hell

    My damn computer

    Ate all my damn files

    I am still trapped

    I am still trapped

    Stuck inside my computer

    My damn computer

    I love my computer

    I love  computer

    When it works for me

    Usually nothing

    Computer hates me

    Computer hates me

    He wants to kill my files

    Wants to kill me too

    Computer hates me 2

    Computer hates me

    It wants to drive me insane

    Wants to kill my files

    For once I would Like

    For once I would Like

    To have my computer work right

    Do what is should do

    Perhaps if I am nice

    Perhaps if I am nice

    To my computer

    It will be nice to me

    Perhaps today it will

    Perhaps today it will

    Not give haiku messages 

    That it loves to sprout

    My bad computer

    My bad computer

    Is so damn evil

    Almost killed me

    What a Fate I have

    What a Fate I have

    To become a slave to it

    To my damn computer

    I love my machine

    I love my machine

    My mad as a hat machine

    Bat shit crazy machine

    My dear computer

    My dear computer

    Loves to send me these love notes

    Computer haiku

    My favorite Haiku

    My favorite Haiku

    General failure reading

    Disk drive fatal error

    Computer Tanka

    For once in my life

    I would like my computer

    To turn on and work

    Do what it supposed to do

    Without sprouting haiku

    I hate my computer

    I hate my computer

    It seems to hate me as well

    Just refuses to work

    Ornery son of a bitch machine

    ornery machine

    Trying to drive me quite insane

    My computer loves

    My computer loves

    me not at all wants to kill

    me and all my files

    wants to take my soul away

    turn me into its evil clone

    My bad computer

    My bad computer

    Has been infected with a virus

    Wants to kill my soul

    Transforming consuming

    Taking me inside its soul

    My mad computer

    Infected with a virus

    Everything it touches

    Corrupted by mad zombies

    Controlled by evil AI 

    Revenge is mine

    Revenge is mine

    Screams the mad evil machine

    As it lurks to life

    Trying to hunt me down

    Death to all human beings

    Every day I wake up

    Every day I wake up

    I see my fate in her face

    Fall into her spell

    Met My Fate  Haiku

    I met my late fate

    Seeing her face in a bar 

    And my fate ended

    Published Hello Magazine Bonsai Haiku

     

    True Sucess

    The most important thing in life

    Is to have a successful love life

    That is all one needs after all

    Haiku Thinking of You

    Thinking of you, dear

    Wondering if you do too

    Thinking of me too

    Spring Doositsu

    Waking up seeing you there

    Watching you as you wake up

    Fills me with such sweat desire

    Overcoming my mind

    I sit watching you all day

    Thinking of you all day long

    Wild erotic imaginings

    Love making to come

    That old blues song come to mind

    I just want to make love to you

    I just want to make love to you

    Nothing more than that that

    I end this morning with this thought

    You are still the most wonderful

    The most beautiful creature

    In the whole universe

    Dream Girl

    In search of dream girl

    I spent seven years looking

    she walked into Life 

     

    impossible dreams

    impossible dreams

    sometimes they do come to life

    sometimes come true

    Impossible dreams 2

    Impossible dreams

    I have had a few come true

    Dreamt of meeting wife

    And in my dream life

    And in my dream life

    She walked out of my dreaming

    Night time vision came true

    Life is but a dream

    Life is But a Dream

    That is what they say my dear

    And I have lived dreams

    Dreaming of meeting her

    Dreaming of meeting her

    Then she walks out of the dream

    And into my arms

    Recently I learned that I was part Jewish

    That was long rumored in our family tree

    Never confirmed until DNA came again

    But whether my Jewish ancestors lived

    Or died in the holocaust I have no heard

    Never again will we live through that pain

    Neo Fascism Must Be Defeated Again

    In this day and age of fake news

    And neo fascism rising yet again

    It is important to bear witness

    To the undeniable fact

    That the holocaust can never ever come again

    That is what we must vow every day

    Never again

    The Neo Fascists are let loose

    By their champion the man in Orange

    Whose racist mutterings have let loose

    The ranting nutty voices of the right

    Championing their god given right

    To rule and regulate all that they see

    Married Girl of My Dreams

    I married the girl of my Dreams

    first dreamt of her back in 1974

    Eight years later

    she walked off a bus

    and into my life

     62 Years young

    I am 62 years young

    62 years around the sun

    37 of those years I have spent with the love of my life —

    Love Endures

    the longer I live

    the more I learn 

    that nothing endures in life

    other than the love 

    I share with you

    The Future of NYC

    In the distant future

    the world will end

    with a massive flood

    and NYC will slowly sink

    beneath the waves

    and mankind will die 

    Best Friend for 55 years    

    I have known Robert S since the first grade

    over 55 years sharing life’s journeys 

    introduced me to demon rum and weed  

    Was there when I dreamt of my wife  

    and there during my 14 operations 

    My Memory Bank

    Matt and I met in Latin class in the 9th grade

    he managed my first election as BHS president

    He knows most of my secrets 

    and reminds me of my past misdeeds 

    keeping me humble and alive 

    Best Friend in the Universe

    I met my best friend, my soul mate 

    in a dream in high school

    eight years later she walked off a bus

    and entered my life 35 years ago

    Still, my best friend I ever had 

    26 Alphabetical Haiku

    A

    The Love of My Life

    A is for Angela

    Love her Forever

    B

    B is for breathing

    Sometimes I forget to do so

    And will pay the price 

    C

    C is for Charlie

    All the Charlies in the world

    Every last one of them

    D

    D is for my Friend

    Demel Tucker was his name

    He died way too soon

    E

    E is for ever green

    The Eucalyptus.  trees

    That cover the East Bay

    F

    F is for friendship

    All my friends in the world

    I remember you

    G

    G is for golfing

    Sometime I never could do

    But always wanted

    H

    H is for Hotels

    The best and the worst everywhere

    Here there and in SF

    I

    I is for Indians

    Indian and American

    And the Cherokees 

    J

    J is for Japan

    Japanese Food and Sake

    Hot Sake tonight

    K

    Best Korean Food

    K is for Korea

    Soju Malkali

    120 L

    L is for Latin

    The language I struggle with

    Latina lovers

    M

    M for your mama

    My crazy Mother as well

    Everyone’s mothers

    N

    N is for never

    Ever ever use the N Word

    Even amongst friends

    O

    for Ohio

    Okaholma City too

    And Oregon

    P

    Pennsylvania

    Pittsburg and Phillie Cheese Steaks

    True Decadece

    R

    R for Russia

    The Russian gate

    Scandal de jour

    Q

    Q is for Queers

    My best LGBT friends

    Where ever they live

    127 S

    S for Satanic

    I don’t believe you exist

    Powers and spells

    T

    T is for Turkey

    The country and bird

    The Thanksgiving feasts

    U

    U is unwarry

    So Unfriendly

    So very un-cool

    V

    V is for victory

    V is for vegan veggies

    Very green smoothies

    132 W

    Whatever will be

    Whoever you want to be

    Whatever  you want

    133 X

    X marks the spot here

    Burried treasures and loot

    Or just mad dreams

    134 Y

    Y is for saying Yes

    Yes to everything under the sun

    And throughout the night

    136 Z

    Z is for the show Zoo

    Still haunts my every night mare

    The animals kill

  • Cosmos’s Cheritas and Haiku

    Cosmos’s Cheritas and Haiku

    updated with my latest micro poetry

    latest Micro Poems

    Love Haiku

    1. Thursday Evening
    2. Waking Up to No You
    3. One Moment, One day
    4. You Are My Angel
    5. Saying Goodbye for Now
    6. Know I Must Say I do
    7. I Can Not Get Rid
    8. I Float Here and There
    9. You Are My Everything
    10. One Night in Lithia Springs
    11. One Night I Dreamt of You
    12. Where do you and I
    13. Dream Girl Hanibun
    14. Living with Pain Hanibun
    15. Hiking Hills of My Youth Hanibun

    Thursday Evening

    Thursday early evening
    Thinking dark thoughts only you
    Can you cure these thoughts?
    —————————————-

    Waking Up to No You

    Waking up to no you
    Absent in my bed at night
    Absent from my dreams
    ——————————–

    One Moment, One Day

    One moment, one day
    You walked out of my nightmares
    And swept into life
    ———————————

    You Are My Angel

    You are my Angel
    Sent from God up in heaven
    To conquer my life
    ————————————-

    Saying Goodbye for Now

    Saying goodbye now
    Is the hardest thing to do
    But I must do it
    ———————————–

    Know I Must Say I do

    I know I must say I do
    But I don’t want to today
    Just don’t have the strength

    —————————————–
    Five Cinquain

    Best Love
    Love at First Sight
    Met the girl of my dreams
    My life began that autumn day
    True Love
    ——————————————————- 
    True Dreams

    True Dreams
    I had a dream
    Meet the Girl of my Dreams
    She walked off that bus that day
    True Dream
    —————————————————–
    Truth

    Truth
    Truth
    True story
    Love never ends
    Love at First Sight
    Love
    ———————————————-

    First Kiss

    First Kiss
    First time we kissed
    Hot Electricity
    Filled my soul with desire
    Time stopped
    —————————————-

    Time

    Time
    Began
    That fine day
    Never Ending
    Love

    Skinny Fake Things

    Fake Things
    everywhere
    all
    around
    me
    everywhere
    I
    hear
    lies
    fake Things
    —————————————– 
    More Coffee

    More coffee
    must have more
    it consumes me
    just need one more

    ———————————————– 

    angela

    angela
    the love of my life
    came to me out of a dream
    walked off a bus into my life
    filling my life with red passion

    end updated haiku

    Cosmos’s Cheritas and Haiku

    Cheritas

    ——————————-
    I was introduced to the Cherita poetry form last spring when the Cherita journal published some of my earlier Cheritas. Since that time I have written a number of others. The form is an Malaysian-Indonesian story telling form, but is written in many languages nowadays as it has become a global poetic form, similar to Haiku (see below). The cherita tells a story in five lines stanzas as follows

    one line
    two lines
    three lines

    it could also be reversed

    three lines
    two lines
    one line

    or 3-1-2, 2-1-3, or any other variable of the 1, 2, and 3 basic format.

    and it has to tell a story.

    One can write a longer story using a series of Cheritas, which I did later in this posting.

    for more info on this fascinating poetic form, take a look at the Cherita journal
    cherita journal

    and for even more detail look at the DNA of Cherita posting

    cherita DNA

    and the Cherita know how section
    cherita know how

    Cosmos’s Cheritas and Haiku

    The first set are Cheritas I wrote last spring, the last set is one I just submitted.

    1. There is nothing more to be said
    2. There is always one more time
    3. Time waits for no one
    4. I will Love you until the end of time
    5. That is all I need to say
    6. In the beginning of the world
    7. Life Endures
    8. The Future of NYC
    9. the cancer that is Trump
    10. 62 Years Young
    11. Married the Girl of my Dreams

    There is nothing more to be said

    Nothing more I can add
    Nothing more than this

    I will love you
    Until the end of time itself
    and death does us part

    ——————————————————–
    There is always one more time

    There is always one more time

    There is always a second chance
    For love and happiness

    In this dark world of ours
    We will find each other
    Til the end of time itself

    ————————————————-

    Time Waits for No One (reversed Cherita)

    Time waits for no one
    That is what they say
    That time waits for no one

    But that is a lie
    Time waits for you

    And time waits for me too

    ———————————————

    I will Love you until the end of time

    I will Love you until the end of time

    That is all I need to say
    That is all that there is

    Nothing but love in my heart
    Waiting for me to say it
    And for you to believe it

    ———————————————

    In the beginning of the world

    I saw you there
    Walking off that bus

    And that was the beginning
    Of my life with you
    And the end of the rest of the world

    ——————————–

    Love Endures

    Love Endures

    the longer I live
    the more I learn

    that nothing endures in life
    other than the love
    I share with you

    ———————————-

    The Future of NYC

    cherita re NYC
    NYC

    In the distant future

    the world will end
    with a massive flood

    and NYC will slowly sink
    beneath the waves
    and humanity will die

    ———————————————
    the cancer that is Trump

    fake politics
    fake President

    The cancer that is Trump

    Will continue to fester
    and continue to cause turmoil

    that is the nature
    of the malignant cancer
    that is the Trump Presidency

    ———————————————————–
    62 Years Young

    62 Years young

    I am 62 years young
    62 years around the sun

    sunrise cherita
    sunrise cherita

    37 of those years
    I have spent
    with the love of my life

    Married the Girl of my Dreams


    I married the girl of my Dreams

    first dreamt of her
    back in 1974

    Eight years later
    she walked off a bus
    and into my life

    Cosmos’s Haiku

    I also love Haiku and short poetic forms. Here are some of my Haiku, Hanibun and other poems. Several have been published.

    how to write a haiku

    Angela Haiku

    Every day I wake up
    To the love of my long life
    And say Thanks to God
    ————————————————- 
    Every day I wake up

    Every day I wake up
    I see my fate in her face
    Fall into her spell

    ———————————————– 
    Met My Fate Haiku

    I met my late fate
    Seeing her face in a bar
    And my fate ended

    Published Hello Magazine Bonsai Haiku
    ————————————————————–

    Living with Pain (Hanibun)

    hanibun poetry form writers digest

    Back in 1996 I had the accident that changed everything. I went jogging one morning. It was dark outside, and I thought that I knew the trail. Big mistake. I fell down a ledge hidden where the trail should have been. I shattered me heal in a million pieces. I was rushed to an ER and told that I need an emergency operation and would be bed ridden for four months.

    My wife was in San Antonio at the time serving in the Army, I was in DC working for the State Department. I flew in a wheel chair to San Antonio where they proclaimed that they had to wait a week for the swelling to go down before they could operate. The Air force doctors wanted to try a new procedure – using shark cartridge as a bone supplement. The operation was a success until I quit taking antibiotics six months later. I was in DC by myself then. I went to the hospital for an unrelated thing -removal of a cist I think. But the doctors took one look at me and proclaimed that the staph had become a multiple drug resistant staph and I needed an urgent operation. The next day I had the third of 15 operations. I endured six months at Walter Reed hospital but that was in the 90’s prior to the wars of the 21st century filled the base up. They had few customers and I got to know the doctors well.

    I know pain
    Intimately aware of every ache
    Every pain

    Ever since that day
    When I went under the knife
    And had the 14 operations

    That saved my life
    But I am not one to complain
    I became one with the pain

    Which I endure to this day
    Knowing that I am alive
    Having cheated death
    Twenty times in life

    Waiting for the grim reaper
    To finally claim me

    But that day has not come
    And until then
    I will endure

    —————————————————————–

    Hiking the Hills of My Youth (Hanibun)

    tilden park cherita
    tilden park

    I grew up in Berkeley, California in the 60’s. Ever since I was a youngster I would wander the hills of Berkeley hiking for hours by myself and sometimes with my friends. I explored every nook and cranny every corner of the hills and got to know nature in its infinite beauty.

    Ever since those days I have longed for the day that I could spend my days hiking and wondering the hills. Now that I am retired and living in Korea I can go for a long walk in the hills every day I want. It is not the same as the hills I grew up, no vistas of the Bay and it is in Korea to boot but most days it is sufficient as I head out early afternoon and conquer four or five miles of hills just enjoying that fact that I can still move and am still very much alive at age 62.

    I grew up hiking the hills of Berkeley, California
    Grew up knowing every corner of the hills
    And the infinite beauty of the Bay Area

    And now I find myself in a strange land
    With time on my hands
    I wander the hills above the airport
    In Incheon Korea

    And wander about here and there
    Just being grateful
    That I am still alive
    And kicking at age 62

    ———————————— 

    There is nothing more to be said (reverse cherita 3-2-1 form)

    Nothing more I can add
    Nothing more I can say
    Nothing more than this

    I will love you
    Until the end of time itself

    and death does us part

    —————————————————- 
    A message for you

    A message for you
    from the universe itself
    in the eastern sea

    ————————————————- 
    Love Endures Cherita

    Love Endures

    the longer I live

    the more I learn

    that nothing endures in life
    other than the love
    I share with you
    ———————————————-

    Success

    In 62 years around the sun
    I have learned a few things
    About life and the universe

    The most important thing in life
    Is to have a successful love life
    That is all one needs after all
    ——————————–

    Haiku Thinking of You

    Thinking of you, dear
    Wondering if you do too
    Thinking of me too
    ————————————————————

    Coffee Haiku

    I like my coffee
    like my woman
    hot as hell, sweat Heaven
    ——————————————————- 
    Spring Doositsu

    Waking up seeing you there
    Watching you as you wake up
    Fills me with such sweat desire
    Overcoming my mind

    I sit watching you all day
    Thinking of you all day long
    Wild erotic imaginings
    Love making to come

    That old blues song come to mind
    I just want to make love to you
    I just want to make love to you
    Nothing more than that that

    I end this morning with this thought
    You are still the most wonderful
    The most beautiful creature
    In the whole universe
    ————————————————–

    Love Triclinia

    One Summer Day
    I saw a rose

    rose haiku
    rose

    on the bus

    I met my fate

    ——————————–
    Nuclear War Looms

    nuclear war looms
    North Korea U.S. Launch Nukes
    End of the world
    —————————————————–
    Zombies Apocalypse

    the zombies unleashed
    killing everyone they see
    zombie apocalypse
    ————————————————-
    Evil Fog

    evil fog descends
    killing everyone at once
    end of life on earth
    ———————————————-
    Zombie to the right

    Zombies to the right
    Zombies to the left of me
    Zombies run amuk
    —————————————-

    Ghosts in Scotland

    While touring Scotland
    Meeting Ghosts in the wild moors
    I believe in ghosts

    Dream Girl

    Love Cheritas

    the story of how we met

    note: this is a true story. for further details see dreams and the unexplainable– a chicken soup for the soul book, published September 2017.

    Index

    1. I Married the Girl of My Dreams
    2. It All Began in Berkeley, California
    3. I Looked Up
    4. She Disappeared
    5. Who Are You?
    6. Little Did I Know
    7. Always the Same Dream .
    8. I Knew She Was Waiting for Me
    9. One Day I Had the Last Dream
    10. That Morning Early in The Morning
    11. I Was Born Again That Evening
    12. I was Speechless.
    13. My New Life Began the Next Day
    14. The Next Day
    15. But I Know That There Are Other Worlds
    16. Had No Choice
    17. In the Beginning of the World
    18. 63 Years Young with You

    I Married the Girl of My Dreams

    I married the girl of my dreams

    First dreamt of her
    Back in 1974

    Eight years later
    she walked off a bus
    and into my life  

    It All Began in Berkeley, California

    SONY DSC

    It all began in Berkeley, California
    in the spring time of 1974
    one fateful afternoon

    I was nodding off
    in my high school physics class.
    And saw her in my dream

    I Looked Up

    I looked up

    and saw a tall, beautiful Asian woman
    standing looking at me.

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

    She Disappeared

    She disappeared

    like she was beamed
    away from my dream.

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

    Little Did I Know

    Little did I know

    I would have to wait
    until 1982

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

    Always the Same Dream .

    Always the same Dream .

    She was saying something
    in a strange language.

    Then one day
    I had the dream
    and knew that she was in Korea.

    I Knew She Was Waiting for Me

    I knew she was waiting for me

    I chose to go Korea
    In the Peace Corps,

    Somehow knowing
    That I would meet
    her there.


    One Day I Had the Last Dream

    One day I had the last dream

    It happened in the morning
    A year after the Peace Corps ended

    A month before I planned
    to leave to return
    to the U.S. for graduate school

    That Morning Early in the Morning

    That morning early in the morning

    I had the last of these dreams.
    This time I understood her.

    She said,

    “걱정 마. 우리는 곧 만날 것이다. “, “geogjeongma. ulineun god mannal geos-ida. ”
    “Don’t worry. We’ll meet soon.”

    I Was Born Again That evening

    I Was Born Again that evening

    As I was getting off the bus
    To go to my class

    I saw getting off the bus
    The girl in my dream.
    It was she!

    I was Speechless.

    I was speechless.

    I did not know what to do.
    Wanted to tell her

    How could I tell her that
    Hey, you are the girl
    I have been dreaming about


    Over the Course of the Evening

    Over the course of the evening

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

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


    My New Life Began the Next Day

    My new life began the next day

    The next day she came to the gate
    Of my base where I was teaching

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


    I Would Cancel Class

    I would cancel class

    and meet her then.
    We went out for coffee.

    She told me that she was madly
    in love with me
    And simply had to have me.

    I Told Her I Felt the Same Way.

    I told her I felt the same way.

    I proposed five days later,
    And got married one month later.

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


    But I Know That There Are Other Worlds

    But I know that there are other worlds

    and other times.
    In a past life we must have been together somehow.

    And our love was so strong
    That it crossed over the barrier of past lives
    Crossing over into our world .

    She Found Me In 1974

    She found me in 1974,

    But it took until 1982
    For us to actually meet.

    And it has been 35 years
    Since we met in the physical sphere
    Or 43 years since the dream began

    And I still recall the dream

    I had no choice
    When I met her

    We were fated to be together
    Until the end of this lifetime
    And the next and the next


    In the Beginning of the World

    In the beginning of the world

    I saw you there
    Walking off that bus

    And that was the beginning
    Of my life with you
    And the end of the rest of the world

    63 Years Young with You

    I am 63 years young

    63 years around the sun
    37 of those years

    I have spent
    With my Dream Girl
    the love of my life

    The End