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  • 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.

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    April 2018 Poems

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    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

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    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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    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

  • More Down in the Dirt News

    More Down in the Dirt News

    update:  just ordered the book, looks really good.

    More Down in the Dirt news -Scars Publishes my work in new Anthology, Art House

    Scars Publication has published my poem “Snarling Cup of Coffee” on their web page and in a new Anthology,  “Art House” available now (January 2020)

    Down in the Dirt Updates

    Down in the Dirt Poems

    “Strangeness in the Air”

    Snarling Cup of Coffee Chapbook Updated with audio clips

    Jake Cosmos Aller  page

    Hi there from Scars Publications – we wanted to let you know that Scars Publications released a collection book of select poetry, flash fiction, and prose (and occasional artwork) from 2019 issues of cc&d magazine and Down in the Dirt magazine. Since your material was chosen from the past year of accepted materials for inclusion in this annual collection book anthology, we wanted to let you know about this brand new annual collection book is titled “Art House”!

    Links to see all of chosen writers and artists (and the titles of their work) in “Art House”:

    Scars writers” rel=”noopener” target=”_blank”>Art House link (This is where you can also find out what material of yours appears in this annual collection book.)

    And at any time, you can find this book at Scars in MULTIPLE locations. Right now, it is linked on the main page at http://scars.tv, and it appears near the top of the list of choices on the books link, since 4 collection books will be released this week from Scars (the book link is one click away from the main page, or also directly at http://scars.tv/books/) as well as at the “CD Books Sale” link with new releases at the top of the listing (direct link http://scars.tv/sale/) at Scars!

    Also, in two weeks’ time (because we have so much material from these collection books we cannot gurarantee they will be online by the end of this week 12/7/18, but we believe all listing will be in the writings section by 12/14/18), your writing in the writings section online will also have a link to this collection book, so people can find links to this collection book on your writing pages in the writings section of http://scars.tv (at http://scars.tv/cgi-bin/framesmain.pl?writers)...

    How to Order

    Links for ordering this collection book appears on all of the links above, and will also appear in the writings section too, so any of your writing in this collection book will also see a link to this collection book in the writings section too!

    https://www.amazon.com/dp/1677819243

    Currently these books are available from Amazon in the U.S. & Canada, the U.K., Europe, and even Japan. (The link above is for U.S. sales.)

    Check out the Scars Publication book link to see what material of yours appears in these collection books, and if you’d like, order a copy today (I hear they make great Christmas gifts), and again, thank you for being a part of the Scars Publications community!

    Scars Publications

    http://scars.tv

    the rest of my work available on Sars include

    April 30 In Search of America 1975 – Hitch hiking Tales

    Charles Bukowski Road Not Chosen

    Fallen Dreams Litter the Ground

    My Name Is Nobody
    Snarling Cup of Coffee
    Strangeness in the Air
    Unhinged Lunatic Howling at the Full Moon

    April 30 In Search of America 1975 – Hitch hiking Tales

    hitchhikers
    hitchhikers

    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
    Take it easy
    Digging her vibe

    take it easy

    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
    ended in New York City

    Slept along the way
    In cars
    In truck stops

    In high way rest stops

    Always moving
    Always going
    Non 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

    Also available in Print

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    flickering light SARS publication

    and in “Deep Woods”

    Order this writing that appears
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    The Flickering Light
    the Down in the Dirt Jan.-June 2019
    issues & chapbooks collection book

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    Down in the Dirt
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    Charles Bukowski Road Not Chosen

    charles bukowski reading

    charles bukowski
    charles bukowski

    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.

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    Negative Space

    (the 2017 poetry, flash fiction
    & art collection anthology)

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    natural light
    scars 2019 collection019 Scars Lit Calendar

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    Unhinged Lunatic Howling at the Full Moon

    howling at the moon
    man howling at the man

    On the night of the blood red super full moon
    I sat in an evil, depraved godforsaken bar

    Drinking drams of demented, fermented dream dew
    Washed down by endless rounds of whiskey
    rum, tequila, vodka, soju and of course beer
    drinking with my buddies the Jack Daniels Gang

    Drinking my way to Hell and beyond
    Just as fast as I could
    twenty damn drinks too sober

    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
    That din of cosmic depravity

    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 pant
    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 blood red full moon

    Foaming at the mouth
    A wild, free werewolf

    This writing was accepted for publication
    in the 108 page perfect-bound ISSN# / ISBN# issue/book…
    Parallel Universe
    Down in the Dirt, v163
    (the March/April 2019 Issue)


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    Snarling Cup of Coffee

    cup of coffee
    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, psychotic, pontific, politically aware, rapping, rhyming, right here, right now in River city, rock and roll up the Yazoo, sad, sadistic, sarcastic, sassy, satanic, schizoid, shitting, silly, sexy, smarmy, smelly, smooth, snarky, snarling, stupid, stinking, sweet as honey, sweat inducing, symphonic, Trump can’t handle this coffee, vengeful, Wagnerian, wicked, with nutmeg and cinnamon swirls, with a hint of stevia, with a hint of vanilla, with a hint of rum, with a hint of whisky, with a hint of cherry, with a hint of fruit overtones, with a hint of drugs spicing up the coffee, spendific, speeding, splendid, superior accept no substitutes, survived the Vietnam war, the Iraq war, the Afghan war, the first and Second Korean war, World War 11, the war on poverty, the war on drugs, the war on black people, the sexual revolution, Soulful as a summer’s night in MOTOWN- James Brown approved, TOP approved, Berkeley approved, the coffee that Jimmy Hendrix drank before he died, the coffee that Elvis drank on his last breakfast, the coffee that Barry White crooned as he drank his cup of coffee – and the coffee that made the white boy play stand up and play that funky music, the coffee that made Jonny B Goode play his guitar, and made Jonny bet the devil his soul after he drank his morning cup of righteous coffee and the coffee that make the Rolling Stones Rock and Roll, the coffee your mother warned you against drinking, the coffee that Napoleon drank when he became the Emperor of all Europe, the Coffee that Beethoven drank when he wrote the Ninth symphony, the coffee that Mozart drank as he wrote his last symphony, the coffee that Lincoln drank before he was killed, the Hemingway drank before he killed himself, the coffee that started the 60’s, and ended the 20th century, the coffee that Lenin drank as he plotted revolution, the coffee that Hitler and Stalin drank with FDR as they divided up the world after World War 11, the cup that JFK drank before he was blown away, the coffee Jerry drinks while driving in cars with random celebrities and political figures, the coffee that Jon Stewart drinks before he goes on an epic take down of some foolish politico, the cup of Arabic coffee that Sadaam drank the day he was executed, the coffee that GW and Cheney drank when they bombed Baghdad, the Indian cup of coffee that Bid Laden drank before 9-11 and just before the seals blew his ass to hell, the cup of coffee that Tiger Woods drank with his mistresses while playing a 3, 000 dollar round of golf at Sandy Lane golf course in Barbados, the last legal drug that does what drugs should do, the cup of coffee that Obama drank when he became President, Vietnamese, Vienna brew, wacky, whimsical, Whisky Tango Foxtrot, wild, weird, wonderful, WOW, Yabba dabba doo! Yada Yada yada Zappa’s favorite cup of cosmic coffee, and Zorro’s last cup of coffee, Good to the last drop rolled into one simple cup of hot coffee

    As I pound down that first cup of coffee
    And fire up my synaptic nerve endings with endless supplies
    Of caffeine induced neuron enhancing chemicals

    I face the dawning day with trepidation and mind-numbing fear
    I turn on the TV and watch the smarmy newscasters in their perfect hair
    Lying through their teeth about the great success the government is having Following the great leader’s latest pronouncements

    I want to scream and shoot the TV and run 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

    Also Available in Print

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    in the 108 page perfect-bound ISSN# / ISBN# issue/book…
    Parallel Universe
    Down in the Dirt, v163
    (the March/April 2019 Issue)


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    The Flickering Light
    the Down in the Dirt Jan.-June 2019
    issues & chapbooks collection book
    (learn about this book, and order from Amazon online)
    The Flickering Light (Down in the Dirt book) issue collection book get the 366 page
    Jan.-June 2019
    Down in the Dirt
    issue & chapbooks
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    Art House”…

     

        Enjoy the 2019 poetry & flash fiction (and select pieces of longer prose and artwork) collection anthology from Scars Publications, titled “Art House” of select poetry, flash fiction, prose & art in this one-of-a-kind annual 2019 anthology collection book, which contains select accepted writings chosen from 2019 issues of both cc&d magazine and Down in the Dirt magazine…

     

     

    Art House
    the Scars Publications 2019 poetry,
    flash fiction, prose & art collection anthology

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    Fallen Dreams Litter the Ground

    In the fall weather
    As I walk amid the falling leaves
    I see the signs everywhere

    Of the fall of America
    The once great and mighty Empire
    Everywhere signs of the fall appear

    The dark skies mirror
    The darkness that settled over our land

    Death, destruction and random acts of chaos
    Are all around us
    Surrounding us with visions of doom

    Nothing can stop the bloodletting
    No one seems to be in charge

    As the leaves fall
    And the darkness descends
    The fall of America continues

     

    My Name Is Nobody

    My Name is Nobody

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    My name, it is Nobody
    No one cares who I am
    I am just a nameless clone
    In the cold unfeeling bureaucracy

    Just one of the army
    Of civilians who flood into and out of the city
    Every day

    A non-entity,
    A ghost
    A govbot
    A cyber
    A spook
    A faceless automan
    A bureaucrat

    Just a grey suited cog in the machinery
    And no one cares
    No one knows who I really am

    And I am legend
    Everywhere and nowhere

    Just the way this modern world
    All shred of humanity
    Crushed beneath the cruel wheel of society

    In the cold harsh world
    There is no room anymore
    For true human feelings

    We are just robots, clones, machines
    And so I go to work
    Put on my mask

    And no one hears my inner screams
    And no one will ever care

    Also Available in Print

    This writing was accepted for publication
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    My Name is nobody
    Down in the Dirt, v156
    (the April 2018 Issue)

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    in the issue book
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    the Down in the Dirt
    Jan.-Apr. 2018
    collection book
    At Midnight Down in the Dirt collectoin book get the 418 page
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    Strangeness in the Air

     

    There is a strangeness in the air
    A sense of cosmic unease
    Hangs silently in the purple crystalline sky

    America woke up
    And decided it was time
    To quit following like lemmings
    Over the Clift

    As the pied piper chants
    Stay the course, stay the course
    We were like lemmings following him
    Dying to save his wounded pride

    Today there is that strange difference
    In the air
    As Americans woke up
    And threw off their chains of fear

    The End

     

  • Snarling Cup of Coffee

    Snarling Cup of Coffee

    too much coffee
    too much coffee

    Snarling Cup of Coffee

    and other coffee inspired poems

    Coffee Poems

    I am a coffee addict.  I admit it. Gots to have my daily fix but nowadays mostly decaf but in the morning I have a real cup to get my juices going kicking starting my day with that caffeine buzz going around my head.

    I have written 60 poems about coffee and posted them on my blog – along with photos and audio clips of me reading the poems, plus one SF short story featuring an alien coffee trader.

    I am sending them to Starbucks and Peets along with this cover letter.

    peets coffee

     

    peets coffee
    peets coffee

      Letter to Peets

    Dear Peets coffee

    I am a coffee addict.  I admit it. Gots to have my daily fix but nowadays mostly decaf but in the morning I have a real cup to get my juices going kicking starting my day with that caffeine buzz going around my head.

    I have written 60 poems about coffee and posted them on my blog – along with photos and audio clips of me reading the poems, plus one SF short story featuring an alien coffee trader.

    I grew up in Berkeley and drank lots of Peets coffee at the original Peets, which I consider the mecca of coffee shops in the U.S.

    Once when you were still a Bay Area chain, I took back 25 pounds of Peet’s coffee to share with my Indian friends when i was working at the US Consulate there in 2003.  They loved the coffee!

    “My last job
    in the State Department
    I had my ritual down
    I would go out
    after lunch

    to Peet’s across from the WH
    and buy a decaf Americano
    or decaf white chocolate moccha
    nutmeg, cinnamon, vanilla
    chocolate and hazel nut
    whip cream on top

    usually took it back
    but sometimes
    I lingered at Peet’s

    soaking
    in the Berkeley feeling

    thinking back
    to all the great cups of coffee
    I have had

    at Peet’s in Berkeley
    the original
    and the Solano Avenue
    Peets coffee shop”

    Now I am retired from my 27years of service with the US State Department as a diplomat, and living in Korea and wondering and hoping that you have expansion plans and are hoping you would open a Peet’s coffee shop in Seoul or even better in Youngjangdo near the airport in the new Howard Johnson’s hotel complex next to the subway.

    So many Koreans have studied over the years in Berkeley that Peets is well known in Korea.There is a Berkeley Coffee shop in Iteaewon run by a former Cal Student. He loved Peet’s coffee.

    Peets is available at the US military Commissary but not in the local market.

    I hope you enjoy the poems and you have my permission to publish them if you wish.

    the rest of the poems can be found at my web site, the world according to cosmos (https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com)

    thanks

    Jake Cosmos Aller

    Letter to Starbucks

    I am a coffee addict.  I admit it. Gots to have my daily fix but nowadays mostly decaf but in the morning I have a real cup to get my juices going kicking starting my day with that caffeine buzz going around my head.

    I have written 60 poems about coffee and posted them on my blog – along with photos and audio clips of me reading the poems, plus one SF short story featuring an alien coffee trader.

    Starbucks is my second favorite coffee shop.  Being from Berkeley, of course Peets is number one in my heart but Starbucks is number two.

    I used to drink coffee at the original Starbucks downtown when I was a graduate student at UW.  Who knew that Starbucks would conquer the know universe?

    here is Korea there seems to be a Starbucks on every corner.  But alas, no Peets.

    hope you enjoy the poems.

    I hope you enjoy the poems and you have my permission to publish them if you wish.

    the rest of the poems can be found at my web site, the world according to cosmos (https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com)

    thanks

    Jake Cosmos Aller

    Index

      1. Snarling Cup of Coffee
      2. Coffee Revolution
      3. Ode to Coffee
      4. No more Coffee Blues
      5. Coffee Ya Du
      6. Morning cup of coffee
      7. Drinking Coffee in the Morning
      8. Coffee Pot Killed
      9. Drinking My Coffee
      10. morning coffee/dawning sun
      11.     Coffee McGur Poem
      12. Hot Coffee
      13. Electrified Hot Coffee
      14. Coffee Patina
      15. Hot Coffee Che Chu poem
      16. Coffee Love Thoughts
      17. Morning Coffee
      18. Morning Coffee 2
      19.     Morning coffee 3
      20.     Coffee Terzanelle
      21. Coffee Aquarian
      22. coffee
      23.     Japanese Coffee Barista
      24.     watching the news while drinking coffee
      25.     Vietnamese Coffee Lady
      26.     Coffee Sends Me to Heaven then Crashes to Hell
      27.       Coffee Haiku
      28.       God in My Coffee
      29.     Revolution in My Cup of Coffee
      30.     God Drinks Coffee
      31.       Coffee Haiku 2
      32. Coffee thoughts
      33. Coffee how I love thee
      34. Coffee Transports me to another world
      35. Coffee Desires
      36. Snarling Cup of Coffee Short version
      37. Ode to Coffee short version*
      38. Coffee My Secret Lover  short version
      39. Coffee the Drink of Revolutionaries short version
      40. No More Coffee Blues *short version
      41. Coffee Revolution short version
      42. Daily Coffee Fix
      43. Need More Coffee
      44. Rude Thoughts
      45. Working Blues
      46. This morning
      47. Thoughts While Shaving and Drinking Coffee
      48. Coffee Love Hate Affair
      49. Coffee Blues
      50. Tabang Memories
      51. Impure Thoughts in the Coffee Line
      52. Coffee Acrostic
      53. Coffee Jones
      54. Peets Mecca of Coffee Lovers
      55. Perfect Cup of Coffee
      56. Peets Coffee
      57. Starbucks Coffee
      58. Last Man in Berkeley Drinking Coffee at Peet’s
      59. Non-Establishment Coffee
      60. Korean Coffee Shops
      61. Coffee CinqTroisdecaLaRhyme 
      62. Coffee Lai
      63. Coffee Soledad
      64. Coffee Transports  Me  To Heaven
      65. Alien Coffee Merchant short story
      66. 1/4/2020 five solace poems .coffee drink of the gods
      67. it is a Coffee Morning after all  duet
      68. 1/28/2020 coffee madness 

    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 exVietcong, Guatemalan grown, kiss ass, illegal in every state, imported from all over the god damn world,

    insane, lovely, loony, lonely, lonesome, malodorous mean old rotten, motherfucking, nasty, narcotic, never whatever, never meh, never cold, not approved by the CIA, not approved by DHS, not approved for human consumption by the FDA, not your daddy’s sissified corporate cup of coffee, NOT DECAFE coffee, not your Denny’s truck driver weak as brown water cup of fake coffee, not your establishment friendly cup of coffee, Not your FBI coffee, Not FAKE Herbal coffee substitute, but a real cup of coffee, not your farmer brothers dinner crap, not made in America for Americans, not safe for work, not your Starbucks average expensive overpriced crappy corporate chain cup of coffee, Not pretentious, Not White House approved, not State Department safe, nuclear, Not Patriotic, operatic, Peets’s coffee approved,

    paranoid, pornographic, psychotic, pontific, politically aware, rapping, rhyming, right here, right now in River city, rock and roll up the Yazoo, sad, sadistic, sarcastic, sassy, satanic, schizoid, shitting, silly, sexy, smarmy, smelly, smooth, snarky, snarling, stupid, stinking, sweet as honey, sweat inducing, symphonic, Trump can’t handle this coffee, vengeful, Wagnerian, wicked, with nutmeg and cinnamon swirls, with a hint of stevia, with a hint of vanilla, with a hint of rum, with a hint of whisky, with a hint of cherry, with a hint of fruit overtones, with a hint of drugs spicing up the coffee, spendific, speeding, splendid, superior accept no substitutes, survived the Vietnam war, the Iraq war, the Afghan war, the first and Second Korean war, World War 11, the war on poverty, the war on drugs, the war on black people, the sexual revolution,

    Soulful as a summer’s night in MOTOWN- James Brown approved, TOP approved, Berkeley approved, the coffee that Jimmy Hendrix drank before he died, the coffee that Elvis drank on his last breakfast, the coffee that Barry White crooned as he drank his cup of coffee – and the coffee that made the white boy play stand up and play that funky music, the coffee that made Jonny B Goode play his guitar, and made Jonny bet the devil his soul after he drank his morning cup of righteous coffee and the coffee that make the Rolling Stones Rock and Roll, the coffee your mother warned you against drinking, the coffee that Napoleon drank when he became the Emperor of all Europe, the Coffee that Beethoven drank when he wrote the Ninth symphony, the coffee that Mozart drank as he wrote his last symphony, the coffee that Lincoln drank before he was killed, the Hemingway drank before he killed himself, the coffee that started the 60’s, and ended the 20th century,

    the coffee that Lenin drank as he plotted revolution, the coffee that Hitler and Stalin drank with FDR as they divided up the world after World War 11, the cup that JFK drank before he was blown away, the coffee Jerry drinks while driving in cars with random celebrities and political figures, the coffee that Jon Stewart drinks before he goes on an epic take down of some foolish politico, the cup of Arabic coffee that Sadaam drank the day he was executed, the coffee that GW and Cheney drank when they bombed Baghdad, the Indian cup of coffee that Bid Laden drank before 9-11 and just before the seals blew his ass to hell, the cup of coffee that Tiger Woods drank with his mistresses while playing a 3, 000 dollar round of golf at Sandy Lane golf course in Barbados, the last legal drug that does what drugs should do, the cup of coffee that Obama drank when he became President, Vietnamese, Vienna brew, wacky, whimsical,

    Whisky Tango Foxtrot, wild, weird, wonderful, WOW, Yabba dabba doo! Yada Yada yada Zappa’s favorite cup of cosmic coffee, and Zorro’s last cup of coffee, Good to the last drop rolled into one simple cup of hot coffee   
    As I pound down that first cup of coffee
    And fire up my synaptic nerve endings with endless supplies
    Of caffeine induced neuron enhancing chemicals

    I face the dawning day with trepidation and mind-numbing fear
    I turn on the TV and watch the smarmy newscasters in their perfect hair

    Lying through their perfect blazing white 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 problem

    It merely shrugs
    and moves around the Sun
    In its appointed daily run

    the universe whispers
    in my ear
    time to drink more coffee
    for an attitude adjustment

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

    Coffee Revolutions

    coffee
    coffee cup

    Coffee led to the American Revolution<span
    As patriots drank coffee
    To rebel against
    the aristocratic English tea

    Coffee started the London Stock Market
    And started the gossip mills running
    Every great invention
    Was fed by coffee’s sweet brew
    sweet allure

    All the great thinkers
    All the great leaders
    All were enslaved
    to coffee’s magic

    I sing my praises
    Of the great
    glorious coffee lady

    Long may she continue
    To be my sweet companion

    Long may coffee continue
    To rule my heart
    And set my heart
    on fire

    Ode to Coffee

    coffee

    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 bittersweet ambrosial brew
    Every time I inhale your 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 sweet 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 sweet 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

    coffee needs meNo More Coffee Blues

     

     

     

    I love coffee
    Always have

    And coffee has loved me back
    But lately I have soured 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
    Deepening under her influence

    I have the coffee blues
    Can’t live without 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

    And I come to her
    and drink her brew

    And become her slave
    again and again

    Coffee Ya Du

     

    must drink coffee
    have every day
    the morning dawns
    drinking my coffee as I yawn

    Morning cup of coffee 

    how I like my coffee

    every morning
    I drink my coffee
    as I contemplate 
    the dawning day

    watching the news anchors
    blather on and on
    drinking my coffee
    thinking of life

    and my coffee
    consumes me
    overwhelms me
    and at time controls me

    after all coffee is a drug
    and I am her slave
    from time to time

    Drinking Coffee in the Morning

    drinking coffee

    in the morning
    dangerous mood
    felling deranged
    watching the news

    trigger warning
    you are screwed dude
    end of the world
    the end times come

    I drink coffee
    in the morning

     

    Coffee Pot Killed

     

    His wife has banned my use
    by my owner
    says he makes too much
    of a mess when he uses me

    it is not his fault
    I want to say
    but being a coffee pot
    can not speak

    and so I am abandoned
    thrown out into the trash

    and feel very sad
    for my owner

    who was my friend
    he liked me

    he keep me going
    and I did my job

    providing him
    with fresh coffee

    doing my coffee pot duty
    and now it is over

    Drinking My Coffee

    drinking coffee
    drinking coffee

    drinking my coffee
    early in the cool morning
    thinking life is fine

    everything will be okay
    after I drink my coffee

    morning coffee

    I Own You

    morning coffee

    dawning sun 

     

     

     

     

     

    coffee MGur Poem

    coffee
    coffee

    I pray to the coffee gods
    every cup of coffee
    is like a sacrament to me

    I pray as I drink my coffee
    that it will fill me
    with wisdom

    and find peace
    with my coffee

    as I drink
    my devotion

    Hot coffee

    cup of coffee
    cup of coffee
    take coffee with you
    take coffee with you

    Hot hot coffee, makes my day –

    Must drink My daily coffee, as the morning dawns – 

    With out my morning coffee

    in me,  I feel nothing at all –

    Electrified Hot Coffee

    electrified hot coffee

    coffee is the drug of choice
    nothing else will do it
    as I drink coffee
    Electrified
    Hot Coffee

    Hot Coffee and Cake

    coffee
    coffee

    coffee is the drug of choice
    electrified circuits
    as I drink coffee
    coffee and cake

     

    Coffee Patina

    coffee
    coffee

    hot coffee
    hot Hellish Heaven
    Essence of coffee

     

     

    Hot Coffee CHeu Chu poem

     

    coffee
    coffee

    drinking my coffee hot as hell
    a taste of heaven and hell
    in my damn cup
    of coffee essence of hell

    As I drink my coffee
    I see a pup
    outside my window
    with eyes from hell

    I look at the this pup
    and wonder why
    he has eyes from Hell
    as I drink my coffee

    Coffee Love Thoughts

     

    coffee
    coffee

    I love to drink my coffee
    early in the morning
    while writing my journals

    and thinking about my dreams
    and my life

    and while drinking my coffee
    I covertly look over
    at my sleeping beauty

    as the sun comes up
    I am filled with love
    and contentment

    thinking back
    to the dream
    that set me free

    drinking my coffee
    thinking of my love

    for my wife
    and thinking
    always thinking

    of the dream
    that set me free

    so many years ago

    I first had the dream
    and ever since then

    it has haunted me
    as I drink my coffee

    and prepare to met my day
    I wake up the love of my life

    and smile at her
    and finish my coffee

    Morning Coffee

    cup of coffee
    cup of coffee

    I like to start
    my day

    with a hot as hell
    snarling cup of righteous coffee

    hot, steamy hot as hell
    sweet as heaven

    bitter as the devil
    with a sweet taste of cinnamon
    and other heavenly spices

    crazy nutmeg
    silver tasting cloves
    decadent tasting sugar

    and rich whipped cream
    to top if all off

    and once
    in a while
    it demands

    the taste
    of a wee bit
    of whiskey

    just to take the edge off
    of the wild night
    to come

    Morning Coffee

    free coffee
    free coffee

    Give Me More
    must have my coffee

    Morning coffee

    coffee
    coffee

    hot as hell
    Sweet as heaven

     

    Coffee Terzanalle

    coffee
    coffee

    coffee drink of gods
    coffee drink of gods
    coffee No drink for dogs

    I drink my hot coffee
    deep in cosmic thought

    I drink my hot coffee
    coffee damn hot as hell
    hot as hell itself

    hot as hell itself
    sweet as heaven itself
    with bitter after taste

    sweet heaven itself
    invented by satan in hell
    to keep Satan Cool

    Invented by satan in hell
    coffee made in heaven
    a drink for the gods

    coffee made in heaven
    a drink for the gods

    Coffee Aquarian

     

    coffee cup
    coffee cup

    coffee
    drink of the gods
    cup of heaven and hell

    coffee Haiku

    coffee
    hot as hell
    as sweet as heaven

    Japanese Coffee Barista

    boss coffee
    boss coffee

    watching the Japanese
    barista

    preparing my snarling cup
    of hot boss coffee

    fills my heart
    with erotic joy

    how I wanted to express
    what was on my mind

    right then
    to the Japanese
    coffee barista

    watching the news while drinking coffee

     

    too much coffee
    fry drinking too much coffee

    drinking my morning coffee
    watching the news
    the endless lying
    pontificating

    wondering when will it all end
    will truth prevail

     

     

    will justice triumph

    will superman come

    or are we doomed
    heading to hell

    down the proverbial
    road filled with good
    great intentions

    Coffee Tanka

    coffee
    coffee

    Hot as hell, heavenly sweat
    My daily hot coffee fix

     

     

    Sends Me to Heaven
    Then Crashes into Hell

    Coffee Haiku

    coffee
    coffee

    I like my coffee
    Like my women hot as hell
    But sweat as heaven

     

     

    God in My Coffee

    god in my coffee
    god in my coffee

    One dismal demented morning
    As I contemplated the dawning day
    Trying to wake up
    from the nightmares
    That have been haunting my every night

    I reached for my morning cup of hot coffee
    And as I drank my morning poison
    My snarling sarcastic cup of java
    Frying my neurons with caffeine

    I saw God He had the look –
    tall white hair beard

    And those piercing blue eyes
    Starting at you
    with the thousand year stare
    Of the truly committed

    Yes it was God
    himself
    In the bottom
    of my cup of coffee

    And he was smiling at me
    Beckoning me to join him
    And so I jumped
    into my cup

    And went through the door
    And found myself
    In a giant hallway

    Filled with Mr. Smith like
    angels working on computers

    Programing the day’s plans
    I asked where I could find God

    They told me that I had an appointment
    And I went down the hallway

    And found myself in another room
    And found God sitting there

    Waiting for me
    He offered me coffee
    And we drank coffee

    And talked
    about this and that

    I asked him what he wanted
    He said nothing
    but my understanding
    And patience

    And told me
    that I was lost
    But would be found soon

    And told me to go back home
    And wait for his signal

    For the revolution was coming
    And I would lead God’s forces

    And then I found myself
    Back at home
    And drank another cup of coffee

    Revolution in my Cup of Coffee

    coffee
    coffee

    Sitting, Dreaming, contemplating life
    Over a cup of steaming hot coffee

     

    Hot Java dreams
    In a pensive, caffeine induced mood

    I saw the beginning of the end times
    The end of the beginnings of time

    At the bottom of my coffee cup
    I saw the dismal depressing deadly sight
    Of the whole universe

    Rising in righteous revolution
    Fighting the evil denizens of the world

    They exploded
    Marching out of my coffee cup

    Down the street
    Fighting fierce fights

    They scream demented dreams
    Dreams of absolute freedom

    They rush and run, rant and rave
    Running from the atomic clouds of vengeance

    And I sit watching
    The world disintegrates in my coffee cup

    And I wonder what does it mean?
    As I pour myself more coffee

    God Drinks Coffee

    coffee
    coffee

    When I woke up yesterday

    I saw a naked old man

     

    Sitting in my chair

    Drinking my coffee
    Smoking my pipe

    I shouted at him
    Who in hell are you

    He replied
    Never in hell am I

    God replied

    Your coffee is good
    But not cosmic enough

    Then we stood in the jungle
    Watching dinosaurs
    Making love

    God said
    They died you know
    When they tried to become like us

    Coffee Haiku

     

    coffee
    coffee

    I like my coffee
    Like how I like my women
    Hot like the Devil

     

     

     

     

    Coffee thoughts

    coffee time
    coffee time

    I enjoy my morning coffee
    listening to jazz

    while watching
    the early morning sunlight

    Dancing off the waves
    of the eastern sea

    Coffee how I love thee

     

    coffee
    coffee

    I love my coffee
    everyday I drink it
    delicious brew

    Falling under its influence

     

    As it wakes me up
    Everything seems well

    As I drink
    my coffee

    As my thoughts
    comes bubbling up
    dreaming of another
    Cup of coffee

    Coffee Transports me to another world

     

    coffee cup
    coffee cup

    As I drink my morning
    Cup of coffee

    I am transported
    to another world<
    far far away

    dreaming dark dreams
    Of what might have
    I am lost
    in my cup of coffee
    heaven in my cup of coffee

    Coffee Desires

    coffee
    Coffee Breakfast With Grain And Jute Sack

    I like my coffee
    Like I like my women
    Dark and Hot as hell

    Yet delightfully
    heavenly sweet
    As heaven itself

    My daily hot coffee fix
    Sends Me to Heaven
    then Crashes into Hell

    Coffee is my last legal vice
    It is a drug
    That does what a drug should do

    Gets me going
    Flying me high

    Coffee Desires 2

     

    man drinking coffee
    A nerd with a cup of coffee hugged closely to his chest. He’s clearly had too much caffeine, and needs to stop drinking coffee.

    I like my coffee
    Like I like
    my women
    Dark and Hot as hell

     

     

     

    Yet delightfully heavenly sweet
    As heaven itself

    My daily hot coffee fix
    Sends Me to Heaven
    then Crashes into Hell

    Coffee is my last legal vice
    It is a drug
    That does what a drug should do

    Gets me going
    Flying me high
    Into the sky

    And coffee
    Makes the world go round
    As we fall under its spell

    And become its slave
    Needing our daily fix

    Ode to Coffee

    coffee
    coffee

    Mistress of sacred love
    Sacred Lady of desireYou 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 bittersweet ambrosia brew

    Every time I inhale your wicked brew
    I am filled with power, light, and love
    And everything is all right Jack

    It is all good
    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 dessert drink

    I love you my coffee mistress
    You are my refuge
    From this horrid world

    I sing my praises
    Of the great glorious coffee lady

    Long may she continue
    To be my sweet 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

    •Coffee My Secret Lover long version

     

     

    coffee
    coffee

    Coffee is my secret lover

    Coffee 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 the Drink of Revolutionaries

    coffee
    coffee

    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

    Snarling, sassy, snarky, smarmy, sarcastic cup of coffee short version

    I like to start my day with a hot cup of coffee
    Yeah, but not just a simple cup of java Joe

    But a snarling, sassy, snarky, smarmy, silly, stupid, sadistic, sad, sarcastic, satanic, psychotic, paranoid, WOW good to the last god damn drop – rolled into one simple cup of hot coffee

    Ode to Coffee Short Version

     

    coffee
    coffee

    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 sweet ambrosia brew

    Every time I inhale your wicked brew
    I am filled with power, light and love
    And everything is all right Jack

    It is all good
    If only for a few fleeting minutes

    Coffee My Secret Lover Short Version

     

    coffee
    coffee

    Coffee is my secret lover
    Coffee 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

    Coffee the Drink of Revolutionaries – Short Version

    coffee
    coffee

    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

    No More Coffee Blues

    too much coffee
    too much coffee

    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
    Deepening under her influence

    I have the coffee blues
    Can’t live with out her
    Can’t live with her

    Need More Coffee

    need more coffee
    need more coffee

    More coffee
    must have more
    it consumes me
    just need one more

     

     

    Coffee Lady

     

    coffee
    coffee

    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

    Ode to Vietnamese Coffee

     

    coffee
    coffee

    Vietnam has the best coffee
    In the damn world

    Just perfect
    Hot as hell

     

     

     

    Sweet as heaven
    With a kick my ass attitude
    To boot

    Can’t resist it
    Even thought it means

    I can’t sleep

    Must

    Have

    My

    Damn

    Vietnamese
    Coffee

    right

    Now

    Rude Thoughts

     

    one cup per day
    one cup per day

    Rudiments of remembrances
    Of former lives flow through

     

     

     

    Into and beyond the house of my Lord
    Into the beginnings of my life

    Love reigns supreme
    As I construct anagrams

    To prove my soul’s playing a fife
    Oh shoos pas shoos Fa tanehe
    Shoos qous shoos
    Can a Fa Te NE hour go

    And I sit
    Under the dying moon shine

    Drinking hot, snarling coffee
    Smoking on a pipe
    Full of wicked weed

    Thinking of love’s labor lost
    Dreaming of what was will be

    Getting off on dental floss
    While drinking emetic booze

    And laughing
    My margarine calls itself butter
    And my coffee don’t like my Mother

    Working Blues

    coffee
    coffee

    One fine morning
    It was

    I woke up
    Shaved

    The world stopped
    I went outside

     

     

    Everything had stopped
    I screamed

    No one could hear me
    I cried out

    No one care

    I went inside
    Drank coffee

    And went to work

    Yesterday Morning

    drink coffee
    drink coffee

    Yesterday morning I awoke
    Like most mornings

     

     

     

    I was still dead

    I walked
    Out of my drug infested slum

    Into my computerized car
    Down the freeways of my mind

    Searching for the pot of golden dreams
    I stooped in at a restaurant
    Drank copious amounts of free coffee

    And saw all the people
    One by one disappearing into the crowds

    All I knew was wrong
    Or worst yet a figment of your imagination

    Every person changed
    Transformed into an interchangeable computer’s robot

    All the same
    All the same

    All living in instant suburbia
    Moving their meaningless life

    All the same all the same
    Not me screamed
    my coffee as I sat

    Yet another victim
    Of our creeping insanity

    This Morning

    I woke up this morning
    Stared out of my window

    Saw my dreams marching by
    Watching me

    I stared out at my reflections
    Completed corruption

    The tunnels of my consciences
    Emerges the dreams fade away

    Into the nothingness of my coffee cup.
    The rainbow of heaven
    Your mellifluous voice e
    Arose in my heart

    Feelings of love, compassion and strength
    Your wonderful sense of grace
    In a world full of hate

    Your sense of compassion
    In the mist of your own personnel despair

    Shines on like a beacon
    In the darkness of the oceans of my despair

    I see a mystic mermaid
    Swimming through the cold waters of hell

    Striving towards the light of heaven
    The mountains of despair

    Overwhelms me at times
    It seems that we look up

    And all that we can see
    the sounds of doom

    The voice of evil soothsayers
    Came over the loudspeakers

    Ranting raving crying
    Saying holds your head up

    Scream out your soul
    Laugh live, don’t fear to love

    For in the end
    The evil soothsayers of doom
    Will fade away in to the fog of our past

    Standing alone in a field
    Of flowers you will become
    One with the rainbow of heaven

    Thoughts While Shaving

    coffee
    coffee

    Early in the god damned morning
    I open my weary eyes

    And stagger down the hallway

     

    To face the dawning day

    With a shave
    I wish

    I was surfing
    the golden waves
    Of cyberspace

    I arise painfully
    Out of bed

    Wishing for sucres of pain
    Sometimes I fain

    That I would not get
    Such morning pains

    Then I grab for my juice
    Bloody red

    And my coffee
    Snarls back

    Black as hell
    And hot as the sun

    Like good coffee should be
    Ready to kick
    Some sense into my weary head

    I go outside
    Sit under a turnip tree

    Wishing that I could be free
    To run naked and wild

    In the forrest fountain
    Screwing the god damned universe

    Enjoying bloody lust

    My conscious raises a fuss
    I sit and cite verse

    And set fire
    to my soul’s lamentations

    And slowly conclude

    It is time to finish shaving
    And my dreams fly out the window
    And with them my sense of freedom

    I put my clothes on
    and become a robot
    drinking coffee
    For one more day
    Is there any other way?

    Coffee Love Hate Affair

    coffee
    coffee

    I love coffee
    Always have
    Always will

    But I have a love hate affair
    With coffee

     

    Love it when it gets me up
    Flying high in the sky
    As the sun comes 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 not 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 decafe coffee
    Not the same thing at all
    But that is all I can handle

    As I am a coffee addict
    And always will be

    Coffee Blues

    coffee
    coffee

    Coffee is my drug of choice
    Always has been
    Ever since I first tried
    As a young lad

    Loved coffee’s power
    To speed up my synaptic nerves

    Turning me on
    Keeping me going
    and going and going

    But there is a dark side
    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

     Tabang Memories

    tabang culture

    coffee
    coffee

    in the old days
    in Korea

    there were Ta Bangs
    on every corning

     

    the Ta Bangs 
    were coffee and tea shops

    filled with pretty young things
    who served you instant coffee

    or Ginseng tea
    or Korean Green tea

    and flirted with 
    their mostly male customers

    and exchanged the latest
    gossip in the afternoon

    when the ajimas came 

    Somehow
    the lowly TaBang
    disappeared

    to be replaced
    by coffee shops

    the coffee is much better
    and so is the food choices

    but I miss
    flirting with the Tabang ladies

    who helped me learn Korean
    back in the day

    there are a few
    old school TaBangs

    here and there
    in forgotten poorer neighborhoods
    and rural towns

    but by and large
    and the Tabangs
    have faded into history

    Impure Thoughts in the Coffee Line

    man drinking coffee
    A nerd with a cup of coffee hugged closely to his chest. He’s clearly had too much caffeine, and needs to stop drinking coffee.

    Often times
    when I am in line
    at a coffee shop

    I notice the pretty young baristas
    and engage in impure thoughts

    as they take my order
    I wonder if they know

    what is on my mind
    as I smile at them

    and take my coffee
    drinking it hot

    filled with erotic desire
    for the coffee barista lady
    behind the counter

    Coffee Acrostic Poem

    coffee
    coffee

    Coffee is calling me
    One cup after another
    Filling my heart with love
    Filling my head with desire
    Every moment I drink my coffee
    Every moment I think of you

    Coffee Jones

    I am a coffee addict
    a slave to my daily fix

    I have the coffee Jones
    and it won’t go away

    I try to drink decaf
    or herbal coffee

    but sooner or later
    the coffee jones
    comes back

    Demanding the real deal
    as I fall under
    the coffee spell

    once again
    a slave
    to my dark mistress
    of coffee

    as the coffee jones
    takes over

    and I drink
    cup after cup

    I recall all the cups
    I have had
    over the years

    from my first cup
    at age 17
    to my last cup
    at age 64
    this afternoon

    and realize
    the coffee jones

    will not leave me
    until the day
    I die
    and can drink no more

    Mecca of Coffee Lovers

     

    coffee

     

     

    Peets coffee shop
    in Berkeley

    the original coffee shop
    one of the the coffee shops

    that launched
    the coffee revolution

    is the mecca
    for coffee lovers
    in the United States

    for many years
    when it was strictly
    a Bay Area phenomenon

    expat Bay Area residents
    out of the area

    would fly back
    and stock up
    on Peet’s coffee

    Once I took back
    25 pounds of Peet’s
    to Mumbai India

    introduced it to my friends
    and colleagues

    My last job
    in the State Department

    I had my ritual down
    I would go out
    after lunch

    to Peet’s
    across from the WH

    and buy a decaf Americano
    loaded up with cream
    nutmeg, cinnamon
    chocolate and hazel nut

    usually took it back
    but sometimes

    I lingered at Peet’s
    soaking
    in the Berkeley feeling

    thinking back
    to all the great
    cups of coffee

    I have had
    at Peet’s in Berkeley

    the original
    and the Solano Avenue
    Peets coffee shop

    Now if only
    Peet’s opened
    in Korea

    that would be something
    to look forward to

    Perfect Cup of Coffee

     

    coffee
    coffee

    My best friend Robert
    and I have long had
    a philosophical disagreement

    over what constitutes
    a perfect
    cup of java joe

    we both agree
    that there is nothing finer

    in life
    than enjoying a cup
    of coffee

    from Peets Coffee shop
    the original Peets
    On Virginia and Walnut
    in Berkeley, California

    in the middle
    of the gourmet Ghetto

    and we both consider
    Peets to be the mecca
    of coffee shops

    the center of the universe
    if truth be told

    but Robert and I disagree
    over the perfect cup of Java Joe

    Robert is a traditionalist
    old school in all things
    that matter
    like coffee consumption

    He drinks his coffee
    straight black as hell
    just the way God intended
    coffee to be drunk

    I like my coffee
    spiced up the yazoo

    white chocolate mocha
    with nutmeg
    cinnamon
    chocolate

    vanilla
    hazelnut syrup
    and whipped cream
    to top it off

    and I do like my coffee
    with kahhula, Irish cream liquor
    rum or a wee bit of whisky

    although I prefer it full caffeinated
    nowadays I drink it decaf
    after 10 am

    otherwise I am up all night
    singing the coffee blues

    so Robert and I long ago
    decided we could tolerate

    each other’s taste in coffee
    as we both agreed
    that it has to be from Peets
    if you are to drink it with me

    Peets Coffee

     

    coffee
    Coffee Breakfast With Grain And Jute Sack

    Peets coffee shop
    Everywhere you go

     

     

    Even in Boise Idaho
    Tall Hot coffee
    Simply the best there is

    Coffee shop mecca
    Only original in Berkeley
    Full bodied flavor
    Full of cosmic goodness
    Every cup satisfies
    Every cup a cup of Heaven

    Starbucks Coffee

    starbucks coffee

    Seattle born and raised
    Took off all over the world
    Almost every corner
    Rare to find a Starbucks free city
    But the original
    U District coffee shop
    Coffee shop nirvana
    Kicking my butt with a caffeine rush
    Subtly quietly politely Seattle style

    Coffee shop nirvana
    Only original in Seattle
    Full bodied flavor
    Full of cosmic goodness
    Every cup satisfies
    Every cup a cup of Heaven

    Last Man in Berkeley Drinking Coffee at Peet’s

     

    the last man
    in Berkeley left alive

     

     

    settled down
    in the original Peets

    the mecca of coffee lovers
    the end had come

    suddenly
    within weeks
    everyone was dead

    from the super bio plague
    that had escaped
    from a secret lab
    somewhere in Russia

    the last man in Berkeley
    decided to camp out
    in Peet’s

    he would have plenty
    of coffee
    and food to eat

    and there was even
    a shower
    in the employee’s restroom

    and power
    and wi fi
    for now

    he wandered
    about town

    looking for survivors
    got a ham radio

    and broadcast
    daily

    Hello
    this is Jake
    the last man
    in Berkeley

    broadcasting to you
    from Peet’s coffee

    if you are out there
    please join me

    it is getting lonely
    in here

    with all this great coffee
    and no one to enjoy it with

    a week later
    a woman showed up
    then a man

    and within a week
    there were 25 survivors

    they decided
    to take over the Walnut Square
    apartment complex

    each person or couple
    would have an apartment

    but everyone would eat
    at the Thai restaurant

    everyone would take turns
    being the barista for the day

    and Peets re-opened for business
    within a year
    there were about
    100 survivors

    living at the Walnut Square
    and Peets
    was the center
    of their universe

    just as God had intended
    when he inspired
    Mr. Peet to open
    his coffee shop

    Non-Establishment Coffee

    Berkeley is the mecca
    for coffee lovers

     

     

    the best coffee shops
    in the US
    are located in Berkeley

    Berkeley residents
    probably drink more coffee
    than anyone else
    in the U.S.

    there is a great coffee shop
    almost every commercial street

    most independent
    but Starbucks
    and Peets are everywhere

    Starbucks owner
    started out at Peet’s

    had a creative disagreement
    with Mr. Peet
    and left for Seattle

    there is a coffee shop
    that I think is still there

    that had a sign
    dating back to 1955

    We do Not Serve Establishment Coffee
    it was the first coffee shop

    in Berkeley
    to serve Italian stye expresso
    and was a favorite haunt

    of the beatniks
    who hung out there
    drinking endless cups

    of non-establishment coffee
    while writing up a storm

    Peets opened in 1962
    and soon became

    the biggest chain
    in the Berkeley area

    remained a local favorite
    until the early 2000’s

    when it followed its cousin
    Starbucks nationwide

    First to SF
    then LA

    then to college towns
    then nation wide

    to this day
    the mother ship

    of all coffee shops
    the mecca
    for serious coffee drinkers

    remains the Original Poets
    on the corner of Virginia and Walnut

    serious coffee addicts
    in the Bay Area

    will not drink Starbucks Coffee
    too Establishment coffee now

    and only drink at Peet’s
    or an independent coffee shop

    of which there are hundreds
    it seems

    in any event
    next time I am in town

    you can be sure
    to see me

    at ground zero
    the coffee shop
    that launched
    the coffee revolution

    the Original Peets
    still the mecca
    of coffee lovers
    in the U.S

    Korean Coffee Shops

     

    coffee
    coffee

    in the late 80’s
    Coffee shops first began
    appearing in Korea

    supplanting the old TaBangs
    that use to be
    on every corner

    the tabang ladies
    were friendly
    flirting up a storm

    with their mainly
    male customers

    and they delivered
    coffee and tea

    to offices across the land
    about 10 am

    the tábangs were replaced
    by coffee shops

    the coffee was much better
    the choice of food
    much better

    there are so many chains now

    Ediya
    Coffee Bean
    A Twosome Place
    Angels in US
    Starbucks

    and independent coffee shops
    everywhere

    My favorite is coffee bean
    because they have decaf coffee

    most larger chains do now
    a few years ago

    it was impossible to find
    and since I should not drink

    caffeinated coffee
    the choices were limited
    back then

    most coffee shops also something new
    to Korea

    they all have chamomile
    and peppermint
    green tea
    and black tea
    ginseng
    ginger
    and some have rosemary
    lavender
    and other teas

    but the waitresses
    no longer flirt
    with their customers

    who are about half female
    half male these a days

    I miss the tábangs
    the tabang ladies
    were always willing
    to teach me Korean

    a cheap real world
    language lesson

    for the price
    of cup of coffee

    there are still a few
    Tabangs here and there

    in poorer neglected neighborhoods
    and rural country towns

    but by and large
    Tabangs have faded
    away
    into history

    CinqTroisdecaLaRhyme

    coffee
    coffee

    I pity the poor smoker, particularly in the cold of winter
    as they huddle out side in the cold depths of a Korean winter
    wonder what they think these sad poor tobacco addicts
    was it worth it to them to be

     

    hooked on cigarettes
    when all is said and done nothing tobacco addicts
    I also pity those poor souls addicted to other things coffee
    that is my soul addiction these days, I am addicted to coffee
    must start my day with a hot cup of java joe just hot coffee
    nothing else will do it for me in the depth of winter
    But I miss tobacco especially when I drink hot coffee

    Coffee Lai

    coffee
    coffee

    glorious coffee
    must have my coffee
    to kickstart my day

     

     

    hot butter coffee
    loaded sweet coffee
    Just to start my day

    nothing but coffee
    just glorious coffee
    No better way start day

    Coffee Soledad

    coffee
    coffee

    hot coffee the drink of the gods
    invented by Satan in hell
    loved by all the angels and gods

    Transported to Heaven

     

    cup of coffee
    cup of coffee

    when I drink my morning coffee
    I am transported to heaven
    as I sip my coffee

     

     

    deep under its influence
    my thoughts fly to the sky
    dreaming dark dangerous dreams
    consumed by coffee’s magic

    my soul wanders the world
    escaping its earthly bounds

    fueled by coffee’s caffeine
    reaching heaven’s gate
    with every divine sip

     

    Sam the Space Alien Coffee Merchant”

     

    coffee
    coffee

    One spring day in May a UFO lands on the White House Lawn.  The military is called and they surround the saucer.

     

    The door opens and a man who looks like the comedian Jon Stewart walks out the door.  The military opens fire but the bullets bounce off a force field of some sort which does not harm the alien.   He waves and the guns become too hot to touch.   He walks out and speaks,

     

    “People of earth.  I came 10 million miles in search of the one thing you guys do right – coffee.  No one else in the Universe makes it.  So, get me a goddamn cup of “Starbucks” ™ Colombian supreme, a medium with milk, and then take me to your leader.  We have business to talk.”

    With that, he turns to the White House.  He is escorted into to see the President.  After drinking his coffee, he turns to the President and says the following,

    “Mr. President.  I represent the Galactic Empire Beverage Company.  I am here because a fleet of star ships is on its way to put a blockade and quarantine around your planet.  After observing your planet for centuries, we have concluded that you are the most insane creatures in the Universe.  And you are dangerous what with your nukes, your bioweapon, your religious hatreds, your violent street crime and you mind-numbing sit coms, your drugs, your guns, your porn (best in the universe though), and your scientific ignorance you proclaim to be the truth.

    But, I think if I can convince the Galactic Empire that you have something of value, we might avoid the boycott and open trading relations.  So, here’s the deal–I want to buy your coffee, and export it around the universe.  In return, my folks will teach you the technology to travel interstellar space.  But I need a ten-year exclusive contract on coffee exports and I will want to buy half your coffee crop each year at market rates.

    Do we have a deal?”

    The president makes a motion and Mr. Smith, the alien coffee merchant, is disappeared into a prison somewhere.  He is tortured to no avail, refuses to talk, and eventually can watch TV, and read the daily papers and drink as much coffee as he wants.  The media is filled with rumors of where he was taken and whether he was alive.  The official story was always that this was a Hollywood movie stunt for the movie, “Mars Attacks Two” which came out the following year and had a scene of a flying saucer landing on the white house and an alien asking for a cup of coffee.  Of course, no one believed the official story and conspiracy theories ran amuck.  The one thing they all had right was that he was alive and in prison underneath area 51 in the Nevada desert.

    Five years’ pass.  The Galactic Fleet never arrived as Mr. Smith was buffing.  The Galactic Empire knew of earth and had indeed put a blockade on the Earth, but since earth people were not galactic sailors they did not know that they could not venture beyond Jupiter without being shot down.

    Mr. Smith still wanted his coffee concession and decided to go public.  One morning he walked out of his cell and told his warden he was leaving.  The warden said

    “You can’t leave us.  You have no ID, no wallet, no money, and no vehicle and more importantly, you do not have permission to leave these premises. And we’ll miss your company, Mr. Smith.  We’ve grown fond of you over these years.’

    “But, I have to leave.  I must finish my coffee deal.  I’ve finally done all the research on your people I can stand.  You are indeed insane.  The crazy things you believe.  The absolute nonsense of all your religious traditions, and the total dysfunction of your economics and politics.  It is a miracle you have not killed your entire planet.  and now you have a certified lunatic as President.  But he is a man of business so perhaps we can cut a deal.”

    “But how will you go? Here, take some cash with you, we can give you 1000 in cash, and get you on a Greyhound.”

    “Mr. Jones, I’ll take the money, but I have my transportation waiting outside.  Thanks so much for the company and answering all my questions about your fascinating but insane society.  I think I finally understand why you guys invented coffee in the first place and beer as well.  You need it otherwise you would all kill each other.”

    The flying saucer had been summoned from area 51 where the U.S. and other scientist had been trying for five years to open the door.  They did not have the biometric password so the door remained shut and the force field withstood everything they gave it.

    Mr. Smith walked outside and entered the ship and flew to NYC where he landed on top of the CNN towers and walked down to the newsroom, demanding to be interviewed right then and there.

    They brought their top interviewer, Larry Jones and they started a live interview.

    Larry started out,

    “So, Mr. Smith, where are you from and where have you been hidden the last five years?”

    “Your U.S. government kidnapped me and held me in Area 51 for the last five years along with my ship.  They failed to open the ship because they did not have the password and they failed to get me to reveal anything despite their primitive torture methods.  But they do have remains from another alien visitor who landed in Roswell 60 years ago.  He was a friend of a friend and told me about the coffee on this planet.  He was after though a beer contract as you guys do decent beer as well as coffee.

    But, look, I gave them an offer in the White House – I would give you the secrets of space travel in exchange for 50% of your coffee crop for 10 years.  That offer is still good, but I am not dealing with the Government anymore.  I am opening the offer up to the Private sector.  Here’s the basic deal:

    I require 50% of your world’s coffee crop and your expertise in opening coffee shops throughout the universe.  You supply the coffee, the workers and the coffee shop experience.  I supply the shops and arrange transportation.

    after that I would also like to sell Beer, Whiskey, Rum, Drama programs and movies  and Porn to customers throughout the galaxy.  Visitors to earth have all reported that the coffee is out of this world (only grown on earth) the beer is to die for, the whiskey and rum fantastic and the wines great as well. And the porn is the best porn in the universe, and your dramas particularly K drama, Bollywood movies, Chinese Kungfu movies, and Hollywood hits will have a ready market in the galaxy. And your weed and cocaine are first rate as well.  We can make trillions of dollars selling your coffee, your booze, your weed, your cocaine, your movies and TV dramas and your porn.

    In return I hope that some of you will grow up and join the galactic federation of planets.  You are not ready yet.  Joining takes decades and is a very bureaucratic process.

    If we have a deal, I will also conduct tours of the galaxy for  humans and bring aliens to your planet for tourism.  Your planet is a mystery to the rest of us.  In some ways you are a remarkable creative bunch, in other ways you are fucking insane.    I predict that Earth will be the next big travel destination within ten years provided you don’t shoot the alien visitors and don’t rip them off. 

    I will pay you by teaching your scientists the secrets of space travel.  And I need 1 billion dollars in gold bullion.

    That is the minimum bid.  Detailed bids can be e-mailed to me at

    Joesph.Smith@spacealien.com  The deadline is 24 hours from now.

    And if we have a deal, I expect that the governments of the world will respect the commercial contract.  If there is no interference with the business deal, I will turn over my ship and provide technical instruction to any scientist or government employee who wishes to join me.  To prevent meddling by your government spooks and to ensure that everyone on earth can benefit, the instruction will take place in a starship that is on its way to your planet even as we speak.  And we will broadcast the lesions on the internet so anyone who wishes to learn can do so.

    The ship is a trading ship and has enough room to take the initial load of coffee and coffee shop equipment, and your best baristas.    Our first planet is Alpha Century where the locals are roughly equivalent to your canines. But they are relatively civilized and a few have even been on your planet disguised as household pets.  They have tasted coffee and well we have a huge market of 10 billion dogs to satisfy.

    So, Larry, adieu.  I’ll be back tomorrow now to reveal the winning bid.  And tell the US government to call off their goons.  They can’t stop me.

    coffee drink of the Gods

    coffee
    coffee

    coffee drink of the gods
    also drink of the dogs
    satan

    it is a Coffee Morning after all

    cup of coffee
    cup of coffee

    It is a coffee morning after all
    tossing and turning all damn night long

    tossing and turning all damn night long
    eagerly waiting for the morning light

    eagerly waiting for the morning light
    waiting waiting for the sun shinning bright

    waiting waiting for the sun shinning bright
    to chase away the dangerous demons

    waiting waiting for the sun shinning bright
    anticipating coffee’s morning embrace

    to chase away the demons of the night
    it is a coffee morning after all

    coffee madness

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

    every morning coffee madness
    consumes me and overwhelms me

    one day coffee madness

    the end

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    April 2019 Poem a Thon

    Index

    63 Years Haut 

    A penitent Considers another Coming of Mary 

    Springtime in Seoul 

    today just for today

    Agnostic Dyslectic Wonders if There is a Dog

     It Can’t Happen Here or Has it? 

    So Excited to Be Alive at 63 all poetry

    Trump

    It’s a Dog’s Life 

    Scorpio Passion all poetry

    Just an Unhinged Werewolf Howling at the Moon 

    Glow  creative talent unleashed prompt 

    Old Lady and the Genie 

    Coffee Love Hate Affair

    Coffee Blues

    Morning Thoughts

    Santa James Came to Town

    Love Chinquapin 

    Nightmare butterfly chinquapin 

    Dedication to the Women I love

    The Art of Stealing Money, anatomy of a bank scam  

    Incheon Beach   waltz wave poem

    California Burning Bright

     Shaman Prays for Humanity  

     Catching the Trump Fever

    Releasing the Trump Monsters

    President Trump, International Fire Fighter in Chief

    Licenses 

    Darker Than You Think

    Berkeley Balanced 

     Springtime in Yeongjongdo 

    Four Haiku and One Tanka

    Life of an Exiled Poet Wandering the Mountains

    Walking Down the Snowing Path

    Here We Go Again

    NRA Stop Talking 

    2019 Poems

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    April 2019 Poems

    end note

     

    April 1, 63 Years Haut

    63 years old  

    taught me a few things 

    life is 

    to short

    to carry a grudge

    live and love a lot 

    April 1 A penitent Considers another Coming of Mary

    I sometimes wonder about the Virgin Mary

    I sometimes wonder about the Virgin Mary

    Wonder who she was and what she may

    Have had to do with the birth of the savior

    For I do not believe that story today

    or any day for that matter I can not  leave 

    these thoughts that hang in the air 

    thinking that she must have been with men

    and will be with them again

    April 1, Today Just for Today

    today just for today

    I plan to do nothing

    nothing at all

    just go with the flow

    of the day

    as the day turns into night

    and the night turns into sleep

    I will ride the wave 

    along with my love

    until the day is done

    April 2 Agnostic Dyslectic Wonders if There is a Dog

    an agnostic dyslectic

    stays up all night

    wondering if there is a dog

    the Buddhists wonder

    about the Buddha nature of the dog

    the evangelicals are sure that there is a dog

    and you must follow their dog

    or go to hell

    for following another’s dog

    the Muslims agree

    there is only one dog

    and the dogs

    smile at the foolishness

    of the human race

    of course, there is a dog

    and they are the master race

    as they growl at their owners

    who bow down

    and clean up their mess

    April 2 It Can’t Happen Here or Can It?

    Every day when I watch TV

    I see the chattering classes

    The TV pundits

    And their guests

    Pontificate about this and that 

    And it seems to me 

    That they are missing the big picture

    In the era of Donald Trump

    Nothing that they say

    Will make a difference

    Donald Trump has slowly conquered

    The political world

    And he is shaping it into something

    That we had hoped we would never see

    A truly American neo-fascist state

    Wrapped around the flag

    And so-called Christian values

    And the latest made up outrage 

    And the chattering classes

    Don’t seem to understand

    That they are next 

    On the hit parade

    As the Donald Trump machinery

    Continues to take over the known universe

    The question used to be

    It can’t happen here

    The answer I am afraid 

    Is already has 

    April 3 So Excited to Be Alive

    I wake up

    with the dawning sun

    so excited

    to be alive

    at age 63

    I look at my sleeping beauty

    and realize yet again

    my life began

    the day I met her

    37 years ago

    she walked off a bus

    out of my dreams

    and into my life

    and my life began

    that autumn day

    when I met 

    the girl of my dreams

    April 4th Trump

    Triumphed against all enemies

    Remaining unvanquished

    Uniting all who oppose him 

    Might makes right 

    Patriots unite behind the Great Leader 

    April 4th I Want a Dog’s Life

    I want a dog’s life 

    That’s what I want in next life

    A dog needs to be cute

    And his master will feed him 

    It is a dog’s life for me 

    April 4th Just an Unhinged Werewolf Howling at the Moon

    as the lunatic light of the blood red moon

    the super blue moon lights up the night

    the werewolf stirs

    as the light shines on him

    slowly transforming him

    into a dark dangerous creature 

    of the lunatic night

    ready for his flight

    out into the world, 

    he emerges

    snarling 

    howling at the moon 

    just another unhinged 

    werewolf

    out for blood today

    howling at the moon

    April 4th 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 

    April 5th GLOW

    Glowing light of the dawning sun

     Lights up my dismal room 

     Overwhelming me with love 

     Watching my dream girl sleep  

    April 6th The Old Lady and the Genie

    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 

    April 6th 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 Winnemucca

    Where I got off 

    And found my bus pass

    Had found another owner

    And I went to Salt Lake City

    Still trapped in the back of the bus

    April 6th The Messenger Dog of God

    One day

    While studying in Rome

    As a priest

    I notice a small white dog

    Staring at me

    He glances at me

    Indicating that I am to follow him

    I get up

    And follow this strange dog

    He leads me deep 

    Inside the hidden depths 

    Of the Vatican

    Finally stopping by a door

    I open the door

    And see St Peter there

    He smiles 

    Dismisses the dog

    Who moves on down the hall

    Finished with his cosmic duty

    As the secret messenger of God

    All in a days work 

    I ask why am I here?

    St Peter 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

    April 6 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 up

    Flying 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 not 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

    Not the same thing at all

    But that is all I can handle

    As I am a coffee addict 

    And always will be 

    April 6 Coffee Blues

    Coffee is my drug of choice

    Always has been

    Ever since I first tried

    As a young lad

    Loved coffee’s power

    To speed up my synaptic nerves

    Turning me on

    Keeping me going and going and going

    But there is a dark side to everything

    And coffee is a drug

    And it will take you 

    Where it wants to go

    Enslaving you 

    Making you its victim

    As it toys with you

    Messes with you

    Prevents you from sleeping

    Coffee is a harsh mistress

    It demands respect

    As you fall under it seductive powers

    Slave again 

    To the drug of choice

    Just another over 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 you 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

    April 7th 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 8  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 win

    Anatomy of a legal Bank Scam 

    Not too long ago

    One trusted the banks

    And the government

     

    With your money,

    your stocks

    Your investments

    Your financial life

     

    Then the states discovered

    That if you claim

    Because you did not look at your account

    Or perform an activity

     

    They can send it to the State

    Where it goes

    into the lost property division

    And the State can sell your assets

     

    The banks are required to notify you

    they never send you a letter

    They falsely claim

    They don’t have your address

     

    Yet three months

    before they had sent you a statement

    which did not bounce

     

    so you received it

    three months later

    without your knowledge or permission,

     

    the bank declares

    your property has been abandoned

    violating their own rules

    they have to wait three years

    of no “activity”

     

    but they send it in after 15 months

    why ?

    because they can

     

    because you are nothing to them

    but small cash they can steel

    Then the State sends you

    An official-looking letter

    That screams fraud

    You call the Bank Fraud’s office

     

    They claim

    It was a bogus letter

    Your account is just fine

    And you do nothing

     

    Until the banks confirm

    Oh yes we sent your funds

    To the state

    As per our strict rules

     

    They did nothing wrong

    You see

    Did not know how to contact you

    They falsely claim

     

    The state tells you file

    A claim

    and because the amount is relatively small

    no lawyer will help you

     

    and the banks

    will laugh at you

    for trusting them

    to do the right thing

     

    the true bank robbers

    are the banks

    and the crooked states

    working in cahoots

     

    who love to steal

    your money

    because well they can

    and they  just did

     

    caveat emptor

    my friends

    the banks are not your friend

    they will rip you off

     

    with endless nonsensical fees

    and rules

    and red tape

    and blame you for complaining

     

    eventually, you may recover

    your funds

    After a long fight

    perhaps not

     

    welcome to American banking world

    where financial crime

    is not a crime

    in the land of the no longer free

     

    Jake Aller

    one of your millions of customers

    you screwed over

    Ugh

    April 9 Love Chinquapin

    My Love

    Haunting my dreams

    Nightly talking to me 

    Then walked out of the dreams into 

    my Life

    April 10th Nightmare Butterfly Chinquapin

    Night mares

    Endless fears all night long

    Huge Monsters chasing me

    Hideous Creatures from Hell Itself

    Monsters

    Fiendish Hell hounds escaped Banishes

    screaming bloody murder

    they chase me all the way

    I die

    April 10  Nightmare Chinquapin

    Night mares 

    Endless fears all night long 

    Can’t escape running from these dreams

    All night  

    April 11 Dedication Poem to the women in my Dreams

    Dedicated to the woman of my Dreams

    women

    lives in my dreams

    I dedicate this poem

    You came out of my nightly dreams 

    My Love

    My Love

    I dreamt of you 

    For eight long years starting 

    Dream of you in 79 met in

    82

    82

    We met in that year

    Love at first sight I knew

    You were the one for me my dream girl

    My Love

    The Art of Stealing Money –Anatomy of a Bank Scam

    The bankers 

    God rest their evil souls

    Have mastered the art

    Of stealing 

    Their client’s money

    Through one means or another

    Your money

    Is their money

    And their money 

    Is none of your business

    Recently we fell victim 

    To such a scam

    We had stocks in a bank

    But we failed 

    To actively manage the account

    And the bank said 

    Because we had not acted

    On the account 

    Over three years 

    We had abandoned the account

    We fell victim 

    to such a scam 

    The bank 

    was supposed to

    To contact us

    But they lied, 

    claimed

    That they did not know

    Where we were

    And could not contact us

    Thus, our account 

    disappeared 

    Into the hands 

    Of the greedy 

    State of Delaware

    We have to reclaim

    The money

    That the bank

    Through their mistake

    Sent to Delaware

    If the bank 

    makes a mistake

    You loose

    If you make a mistake

    They win

    That’s all part of the art

    Of stealing your money

    All in a day’s work

    For the evil soul sucking bankers

    The so called masters of the universe

    Incheon Beach Waltz Wave Poem 

    beach

    near home

    now

    sun set

    The West Sea

    Incheon

    sea

    Spring Time

    night sun set

    over the sea 

    Sun goes down 

    near by 

    beach

    water 

    waves come in

    over beach

    view 

    is great

    nice

    California Burning Bright

    California

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

    April 15, 2019  Prayers for the Future of the Planet 

    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

    April 16, 2019

    Why do all fake Natives call themselves “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

    Catching the Trump Madness

    It seems that every day

    The trump madness deepens

    As our leader descends 

    Into dementia and madness

    And his followers continue 

    To follow having drunk the Kool aide

    They don’t see the madness 

    That Trump has engendered

    They are immune from all criticism

    It is all fake news to them

    Nothing but nonsense

    Part of the anti-Trump cabal

    And as the world descends 

    Into more madness

    Led by the mad king 

    I despair

    Wondering if and when

    The world will wake up

    And shake off this madness

    This trump fever

    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

    The Trump madness never ends

    President Trump International Fire Fighter in 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.

    Licenses

    Bankers have a license to steal

    money from their clients 

    if you make a mistake

    the bank can steal your money

    as part of their banking license

    Governments have a license

    to steal money from the public

    its 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

    Balanced in Berkeley

    Born in Berkeley, California

    a product of the wild 70’s

    just a lost white brother 

    hanging about 

    downtown 

    brothers

    can you hang about  

    listen to me  lover

    wildness left from the 60’des 

    want to fly away from California  

    brothers

    leave the 60’s

    ride away my lover 

    can you dig that without a doubt

    born in Berkeley, California 

    It is Darker Than You Think

    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

    Spring Time Sketch in Youngjongdo, Korea

    In the early morning dawn

    I like to go for a walk

    Down among the cherry trees

    And flowering plants

    Just to welcome

    Another fine spring day

    As the sun comes up

    Dispelling my dismal mood

    And filling me 

    With love

    Hope and peace

    As I walk the path

    Of the world peace forest

    Near my island home

    Near the chaos of the airport

    Through the forest

    and over the mountain

    breathing the spring time air

    alive filled with life

    and I think to myself

    this moment 

    is the moment

    that I am meant to experience

    life itself

    and nothing more

    nothing less

    Just breath in life 

    Four Haiku

    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

    Hidden Jewels in Seoul

    In Seoul

    A vibrant thriving city

    Of a million stories

    Of a million tales 

    There are hidden jewels

    All around the city

     

    The city is laced 

    With secret mountain paths

    Only the locals know 

     

    Where these paths go

    As the mountain paths

    Criss cross the city

     

    Every neighborhood

    Has their mountain

     

    At the top

    Lies the exercise equipment

    And old men and woman

     

    Perhaps the guardian angels

    Of the mountain

     

    Mountain spirits 

    Stand guard 

    At the top of the mountain

     

    Looking down 

    At the teaming masses

     

    Old men and woman

    Walk about 

    In the trails

     

    High in the mountains

    The city is also laced

    With canals and stream beds

     

    Everywhere you wander

    You are not far from water ways

     

    The secret trails cover the city

    Yet the city does not seem 

    To know how to promote

     

    These wondrous trails

    Yes, the city of Seoul

    Is filled with hidden treasures

    Hidden gems

    Deep in the mountains 

     

    As I walk in the hills

    Lost in thought

     

    The cherry trees 

    Snowing all around

     

    I reflect again

    On the hidden gems

    The hidden trails

    The hidden treasure of Seoul 

    Life of an Exiled Poet Wandering the Mountains

    I am living a lonely life

    Exiled from my home land

    A stranger in a strange land 

    Far from where I grew up 

    Searching for what I lost 

    Just an exiled poet

    Wandering the mountains

    Deep in thought

    Wondering what 

    Adventures wait me 

    As I wander the mountain paths

    Wandering here and there 

    Just searching for my lost life

    Wondering where my life 

    Has gone so terribly wrong 

    And why I am on this path 

    I see on the mountain path

    A secret climbing cave

    And I enter the cave

    Hoping to find

    A portal 

    Back to my lost world

    To my lost time

    To the beginning

    Of my journal

    The beginning

    Of my long exile 

    But I can’t find 

    My way back

    And am soon lost 

    And so I become

    A ghost like figure

    A lost soul of the damn

    Doomed to wander 

    The world 

    Wandering the mountains

    Lost in dark thoughts 

    Forever exiled

    From my love 

    Walking Down the Frozen White Path

    walking down the frozen white path

    as the evening starts to falls 

    as I walk in the snow and talk

    listening to the bird calls

    filling the air with the music of Bach 

    I find myself getting lost 

    as I continue my lonely walk

    death waits heading to the end of time 

    As I walk the snowing cold path

    the dark evil evening continues to fall

    the very stars are on the war path

    lightening the up air as they fall 

    littering the ground with their cosmic sprawl

    as the dying sun sets into the dark night 

    I come upon an ancient ruined wall 

    No one around as the end time approaches 

    I continue my lonely dismal walk 

    Rushing towards the end of time

    no more time for mere talk 

    death waits heading to the end of time

    Here We Go Again

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

    As the nation
    And world
    Prepares to choose

    The next leader
    Of these disunited States
    Of America

    Will the people
    Wake up
    And toss

    The boy child president
    Out on his proverbial butt?

    Will sanity prevail
    And reason return
    To the body politic?

    One can only hope
    But I fear
    That the Trumpmeister

    And the dark shadow figures
    Behind him

    Have many cards
    Up their proverbial sleeves

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

    Where the bodies are buried
    For they buried the bodies

    And are prepared
    To do
    Whatever it takes

    To ensure
    Their buddy

    Their clown show
    Enabler

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

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

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

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

    And so, here we go again
    And again

    Until the end of time itself
    A constant battle

    Against the dark evil forces
    Conspiring against common good

    To them
    We are just cogs
    In the machinery
    Mere inputs

    They don’t care
    About you or me
    All they care about
    Is how much they
    Money they can make
    Off of you

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

    NRA Please Stop Talking

    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
    Poisionous weasel words

    The NRA says
    Mass shootings
    Are like the weather

    You can’t control them
    You can’t predict them
    And you can’t prevent them
    Just have to accept it
    It is all god’s will

    Guns don’t kill people
    If guns were outlawed
    Only outlaws
    Would have guns

    Only solution
    Is more guns
    For everyone

    An armed society they say
    Is a polite society

    Support for gun control
    Is socialist/communist/fascist/anti-American/anti-Christian nonsense
    The beginning of tyranny

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

    Jesus would want us all to be armed
    with machine guns
    To protect us against the evil doers

    It is the Christian thing to do
    To blow away evil doers
    With heavy arms

    In America
    Land of the free
    Home of the brave

    We can’t do anything
    At all
    About the mass carnage

    Unleashed by madmen with guns
    Who walk among us
    Searching for their next victims

    Any restriction of the right
    To bear arms
    Is tyranny at its worst
    The nanny state run amuck

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

    We need prayers
    And meaningless thoughts

    Universal background checks
    Too onerous

    Registering guns
    Too burdensome

    Researching gun violence
    waste of tax payer money

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

    in the end
    the NRA will keep talking
    talking and talking

    preventing anything
    from being done

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

    So my plead
    This day

    To the NRA
    And their stooges

    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

    The End

    April 2017 Poem A Thon  – available on my web page only, with audio and photo clips

    2017 April Poems

    Index

    1. April 1 Berkeley California
    2. April 2 Lithia Springs
    3. April 3 Walls
    4. April 4 Changes
    5. April 5 Facing Life’s Challenges Together
    6. April 6 Wagon tire, Oregon 
    7. April 7 Watching Cats Hunt
    8. April 8 Landlord Blues
    9. April 9 Pane e circus 2017 Redux
    10. April 10 Long Live Emperor Donald the Ist
    11. April 11 3 Am Nightmares
    12. April 12 Zombie Apocalypse
    13. April 13 Spring Doositsu for Angela Poem a Thon
    14. April 14 Love Jones
    15. April 15 Kim Vs. Trump Twitter War 
    16. April 16 Why I am not a Christian Easter Thoughts
    17. April 17 Love Haiku 
    18. April 18 Coffee Haiku
    19. 18 Spring Time in Oregon 
    20. April 19 Cats 
    21. April 20 Secret Agency Man 
    22. April 21 COSTCO People Watching
    23. April 22 The Dogs of War are Howling
    24. April 23 Suburban Laundromat 
    25. April 24, I Want You Right Now
    26. April 25 The Decline of America
    27. April 27 Life is Wonderful 
    28. April 28 Sandwich Choices
    29. April 29 More Coffee Blues
    30. April 30 Rambling Man -Where Do I Belong?

    April 2018 Poem a Thon  – available on web page with audio and photo clips

    April 2018 Poems

    Index

    April 01  Thank God For Angela 

    April 02, 2018  Angela Haiku 

    April 03, 2018  2007 How Much I Despise You 

    April 03 Trump’s Wall Against Reason 

    April 04  It Has been Done Before 

    April 05  Walls Divide Us  

    April 06 Mr. Trump Tear Down this Wall 

    April 07   Angela Lee  

    April 08  Trump

    April 09 Trump 

    April 10 Haiku

    April 11 Hiking in the Spring time Snow 

    April 12  Learning I am Part Jewish 

    April 13 There is Nothing More to be Said

    April 14  Hiking the Hills of My Youth Hanibun 

    April 15 Living with Pain Hanibun

    April 16  Five Signs of the Apocalypse 

    April 17  Emperor Surveys the Eastern Sea 

    April 18  The General Unleashes the Kraken 

    April 19  Plead to the Computer Gods 

    April 20  Number of the Beast  

    April 21  The Neo-Fascists are Let loose 

    April 22  Life In Between 

    April 23  the Light Will Prevail April 

    April 24 April 19   Samonka for Angela 

    April 25  62 Years Young 

    April 26  Married Girl of My Dreams  

    April 27  The Darkness Grows  

    April 28 It was God’s Will They Say 

    April 29  Looking Out My Window 

    April 30 In Search of America – Hitching the USA in 1975 

    April 01  Thank God For Angela

    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

     

    fake things_origfake things_orig
    fake things_orig

    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?

    will be published in Foliate Oak Review

    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

     

     

    bottles of korean liquor soju
    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

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    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

     

    Photo by Oleksandr Pidvalnyi on Pexels.com

    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.”

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    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

  • 2017 April Poems

    2017 April Poems

    April 2017 poems

    April 2017 Poem a Thon Poems

    in 2017, i participated in my first April month of poetry challenge.  the goal, write one poem per day during the month and post them.  i completed a bit more than 30 and posted them on Triferet journal @ http://tiferetjournal.com and on a special community Facebook page @https://www.facebook.com/tiferetapril2018poemathon/ .
    I also posted them on All Poetry,

    https://allpoetry.com/Jake_Aller#t_main and

    https://allpoetry.com/group/14865-National_Poetry_Month_at_Allpoetry

    Poetry Soup (add link). https://www.poetrysoup.com/me/jakecosmos | edit

    I followed up in 2018, also on Triferet journal

    journal @ http://tiferetjournal.com, and on a special community Facebook page @https://www.facebook.com/TiferetApril2018Poemathon/

    and All Poetry, and Poetry Soup.

    This year, 2019 I changed focus a bit and wrote them mostly following links in Writers Digest,  https://www.writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides/2019-april-pad-challenge-day-28

    Creative Talents Unleashed https://creativetalentsunleashed.com/

    *and Writing.com poetic forms forum. https://www.writing.com/main/portfolio/view/jcosmos

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

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

    https://allpoetry.com/

    https://www.poetrysoup.com/poetry/resources/

    https://www.writersdigestshop.com/writers-digest-guide-to-poetic-forms-ebook?utm_source=writersdigest.com&utm_medium=referral&utm_campaign=wd-rlb-bl-190329-guidetopoeticforms

    http://www.poetrymagnumopus.com/forums/forum/23-explore-the-craft-of-writing-poetry/

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

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

    Now to the 2017 Poems:

    Index

    1. April 1 Berkeley California
    2. April 2 Lithia Springs
    3. April 3 Walls
    4. April 4 Changes
    5. April 5 Facing Life’s Challenges Together
    6. April 6 Wagontire, Oregon
    7. April 7 Watching Cats Hunt *
    8. April 8 Landlord Blues
    9. April 9 Pane e circus 2017 Redux
    10. April 10 Long Live Emperor Donald the Ist
    11. April 11 3 Am Nightmares
    12. April 12 Zombie Apocalypse
    13. April 13 Spring Doositsu for Angela Poem a Thon
    14. April 14 Love Jones
    15. April 15 Kim Vs. Trump Twitter War
    16. April 16 Why I am not a Christian Easter Thoughts
    17. April 17 Love Haku *
    18. April 18 Coffee Haku *
    19. 18 Spring Time in Oregon
    20. April 19 Cats *
    21. April 20 Secret Agency Man
    22. April 21 COSTCO People Watching
    23. April 22 The Dogs of War are Howling
    24. April 23 Suburban Laundromat
    25. April 24, I Want You Right Now
    26. April 25 The Decline of America
    27. April 27 Life is Wonderful
    28. April 28 Sandwich Choices *
    29. April 29 More Coffee Blues *
    30. April 30 Rambling Man -Where Do I Belong?
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    April 17 to April 20

    April 20 to April 30

    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
    The center of my universe

    April 2

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    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

    April 3

    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
    And time takes us

    Back to another world
    Soul mates, together forever

    April 6

    Wagontire, Oregon
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    1975

    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
    in Washington
    waiting for us

    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

    nothing on the radio
    but country music

    and talk radio
    from KGO in SF

    my father and I bonded
    Learned a lot about his past

    What he liked
    And did not like

    He hated country music
    But loved news radio

    And we talked about politics
    And life in general

    Just a father and son
    Enjoying a rare

    Father son
    Bonding moment

    We usually did not
    get each other

    I inherited too much
    Of my Mother’s
    wild Irish personality

    To suite his dour Norwegian
    Germanic personality

    Then we saw the sign

    Wagontire Oregon

    100 miles ahead
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    We counted down the signs
    Miles after miles
    As we drove
    into the gathering dusk

    along with the wagon tire
    countdown

    were other signs
    last gas for x miles

    and the Burma Shave
    road side signs

    with their classic
    cowboy poetry
    slogans

    which in 1975
    were already

    becoming
    a thing of the past

    had not seen those
    since this road trip

    but on this road
    they still had them

    every mile
    Burma Shave signs

    We speculated
    that Wagontire

    Must be a giant truck stop
    In the middle of no where

    And we drove on
    Counting down the signs

    Listening to dreadful country music
    And endless political news

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    Welcome to Wagontire, Oregon

    Population 2 ½ humans 10 dogs, 50.000 sheep

    We pulled into the town
    Nothing there
    but a gas station
    Motel and café

    We decided to stop
    Last gas for 200 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 two hundred miles

    Until the next town
    John Day I believe

    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

    first time for her
    in Eastern Oregon
    Idaho, Montana
    Wyoming and many other states

    last time I had visited
    was during my epic road trip
    with my father
    summer of 1975

    10,000 miles
    31 states

    in three months
    to celebrate my retirement

    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

    and the Burma shave signs
    long ago

    faded into lost
    Americana

    On the radio
    Nothing but country

    Right wing talk shows
    And Christian radio

    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

    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 8

    Landlord Blues

    I am a landlord
    Owner of property

    Here there
    and elsewhere

    Have been for years
    Since 1989

    When I bought my first duplex
    I have tenants

    and tenant
    issues galore

    I receive rent from the tenants
    it seems money grows
    on the proverbial tree

    but at times
    from time to time
    I hate being a landlord

    I suppose in my heart
    I am a socialist
    with a blending heart

    But my wife
    is comfortable
    as a landlord

    She calls me a hypocrite
    And a wild romantic goat

    Born under the sign of the goat
    And I call her a capitalist pig

    Born
    under the sign of the golden pig

    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 Emperor

    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
    renamed New Rome
    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

    April 11 3 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 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

    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

    April 15 Kim Vs. Trump Twitter War –

    in memorial of Kim Il Sung’s the Great Leader’s Birthday

    North Korean leader Kim Jong-Un waves from a balcony of the Grand People’s Study House following a mass parade marking the end of the 7th Workers Party Congress in Kim Il-Sung Square in Pyongyang on May 10, 2016.
    North Korea kicked off a massive parade in the centre of Pyongyang on May 10 to celebrate a just-concluded ruling party congress that was seen as a formal coronation for supreme leader Kim Jong-Un. / AFP / Ed Jones (Photo credit should read ED JONES/AFP/Getty Images)

     

    President Kim, it is time that we cut the shit and cut a deal #Real Trump

     

    President Trump, it is impossible for us to cut a deal unless you agree to me keeping nukes # Kim Jong-un the Great

    President Kim, you know that if I want I can just make you disappear.  You can be wiped off the earth in a moment.  We know where you live #real Trump

    President Trump, we have a nuke with your name on it on a boat sailing up the Potomac and it will blow your ass up any day now so don’t fuck with us. #Kim Jong-un the Great

    Kim, your stupid Asian gook.  Let me break it down for yah You threaten the US you die and all the North Koreans go to hell. Is it worth it? #real Trump.

    Trump, you are so stupid. You are the worst excuse for a human being ever $ Kim Jong-un the Great

    Kim, you are the stupid mother fucker. I mean what’s up with that idiot haircut of yours?  $real Trump

    Trump, I would not talk about hair, your orange haired mutant mother fucker.  #Kim Jong-un the Great

    Kim, it is all real baby and so are my wife’s boobs… #real Trump

    Trump, let’s cut the crap and get down to business.  How much will you pay us to get rid of the nukes?  #kimJongun the Great

    Kim, lets meet manor a mano and get it out on the table.  No nukes no chems no bioweapons and no more political prisoners to start with #realTrump

    Trump, we can discuss. If I can stay in power the rest is negotiable #Kim Jong un the great

    Finally, the two of you are talking sense. About time #Xi the President of China

    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 each other
    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

    April 18

    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

    April 19

    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

    April 20

    Secret Agent Man

    Secret agent man
    Where are you going?

    What do you know?
    And when did you know it?

    What dark secrets do you hide
    In your inner soul?

    Do you even have a soul anymore?
    Or has it been so compromised
    That there is nothing left?

    But lies, within lies with lies
    Do you even know the truth?
    Does the truth set you free?

    Or is the truth just another lie?
    That you tell yourself

    I’d like to know
    My secret agent man

    Perhaps someday you well tell me
    Your deepest darkest secrets

    And reveal what the government is hiding
    But perhaps I can’t handle the truth

    So, keep you secrets to yourself
    And let them die with you

    As you go to your grave
    Your secrets buried deep within
    Your corrupted soul

    Until the end of time
    Reveals all

    April 21

    COSTCO People Watching


    I love my COSTCO
    I love going there to shop
    But most importantly

    I love people watching
    Looking at people as they walk by
    Wondering what their stories are

    And covertly checking out
    the beautiful girls
    As they walk on by

    And when they smile at me
    It makes my day

    Yes, I love my COSTCO
    And COSTCO Loves Me back

    Extracting my money
    From my wallet

    I go in for one simple thing
    And walk out
    having spent 500 dollars

    Yes, COSTCO has my number
    And loves me too
    Long Live COSTCO

    April 22

    The Dogs of War are Howling

    The Dogs of War

    Have been set free
    Of their cage
    And are out
    Howling at the moon

    The Dogs of War
    Have been set free

     

    To wreck what havoc
    Might be

    Yes, the Dogs of War
    The Hell Hounds
    Have bound out of their cages

    Sniffed about
    And smiled

    At the destruction, they saw
    They knew soon

    They would be in their element
    As the world descends into chaos

    The Dogs of war
    Are at foot

    The chaos is upon us
    The evil grows and grows

    And dark noises are heard
    Here and there

    And the dogs of war
    Smiled

    They knew soon
    They would be in their element

    The war machines
    Came to life

    The plans came out of the books
    The military might be unleashed

    And the Dogs of war
    Smiled and howled at the moon

    And the rest of the world
    Shuddered
    At the thought
    of what was yet to be

    Satan on the other hand
    Was happy as can be

    With the evil shit
    That was going down

    He smiled
    Patted his hell hounds
    And told his dogs

    The war to end all wars
    Armageddon is upon us my friend

    Soon, mankind will know
    The face of absolute evil

    And they will love it
    When I take over

    The armies prepare
    The bombers prepare

    And the dogs of war
    Are happy
    Unleashed to do their mischief

    And soon millions may die
    And the pits of hell
    will open

    And the judgement day
    May be upon us all

    Madness descends upon the land
    The fog of hate envelops us all

    And reason and civilization
    Fall away

    As the Dogs of War
    And their minions
    Take over the minds of man

    And the end of the world
    And the beginning
    of the end times
    Come upon us all

    And the US goes bankrupt
    Morally and fiscally

    And the evil that men do
    Goes on and on and on

    But the war machine must be fed
    The munitions makers must be paid

    As each million-dollar missile is launched
    Millions more are made

    And the corporations
    Think of the endless profits
    To be made

    Every time they kill
    With the war machines

    But who cares about the victims
    They are nothing but collateral damage

    Who cares about the soldiers
    Nothing but cannon fodder

    Who gives a damn
    About the dead
    They are dead and gone

    Just think about the profits
    Think about the profits

    Satan is happy
    The dogs of war
    are free at last

    April 23

    Suburban Laundromat – thanks to Don Teeter for the inspiration from a FB posting

    Suburban Laundromat Scenes

    Suburban laundromat
    Anywhere USA

    I often go to a suburban laundromat
    Near my suburban apartment

    I can sit in my car
    Listen to jazz, classical or blues
    On my car’s radio

    And watch my machine
    Doing its suburban laundry duty

    Just spinning and spinning and cleaning
    Doing its thing its laundry thing

    The neighborhood is anywhere USA
    Strip malls, apartment houses, townhouses

    A fire station, a police station
    Banks, cell phone shops
    Restaurants from around the world

    At the parking lot’s edge
    As I approach I notice

    Gentlemen of the off-grid class
    Sitting among their Hogs
    Stoned off the semi legal weed

    Smiling at me
    With an I don’t give a fuck attitude

    That is somewhat contagious
    They tell stories

    Paranoid ramblings
    Containing a kernel of truth

    As they watch their clothes
    Like a hawk

    The clothes spin and spin and spin
    As the laundry machine does its laundry thing

    The machines don’t care about what we humans think
    They just do their duty as the man says

    Across the old run-down boulevard
    The light rail line uses a right of way

    That dates to the mid 1850’s
    An old Indian game trail perhaps
    That the white man turned into the first road
    In these parts

    People come and go
    Some in cars

    Some on foot
    People from all over the world
    Speaking languages from everywhere

    But all understand English to some extent
    And many understand Spanish to some extent

    I feel everyone is united
    Chiefly by their transience

    And think back on old Latin saying
    Sic transit Gloria mundi
    And wonder if these are the end days

    And ask the laundry machine
    What does it think

    The laundry machine pauses
    Seems to think
    And looks at me

    Almost saying
    WTF do you think
    A laundry machine knows?

    And so, I gather my items
    Nod to the regulars

    Who interrupt their endless paranoid arguments
    Acknowledging my existence

    And I stumble back
    To my suburban apartment
    Truly paradise on earth

    April 24,

    I Want You Right Now

    I still want you
    More than anything else in life

    I want you
    I want you next to me

    I want you every moment
    Of every minute
    Of every day

    I need you in my life
    I need your wisdom
    I need your kindness
    I need your beauty

    I need your special wit
    And I need your ability
    To deal with this cruel world

    I need you to save me
    From the demons
    That haunt my Soul

    For you are my soul mate
    The only person

    Whoever completed me
    And made life worth living

    April 25

    The Decline of America

    You see it everywhere
    The unmistakable signs

    That the decline of America
    Is in full swing

    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 interstate highway system
    Is falling apart day by day

    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

    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

    Will we be one country
    Or will we erupt into a civil war

    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

    A fight for the future of our country
    And so, it goes
    The decline of empires

    And I pray
    That I may survive
    The end of times

    April 27

    Life is Wonderful

    This morning I woke up
    Always a good thing
    At age 61

    I looked out my window
    And saw a bright blue sky

    Nice Spring time weather
    Not a frown in the sky
    Not a cloud to hide
    The bright late April Sun

    I looked over
    And saw her there

    As always
    The nighttime anxieties fade away

    And I realize once again
    Everything will be okay

    If she is with me
    And I said to myself
    What a wonderful day

    April 28

    Sandwich 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

    April 29

    More Coffee Blues

    One morning as I drank my fake coffee
    I needed to go out
    and get a cup of real coffee

    The fake coffee just did not do the trick
    It tasted almost like the real thing

    But just did not have that kick
    And I needed it bad

    I needed the real coffee buzz
    I realized that I was a coffee addict
    I tried to just drink decafe

    But was boring
    And almost as bad as the fake coffee
    That I drank

    Caffeine was bad for me
    I knew it

    But I craved the rush
    Craved the intense buzz
    Craved the hyperactivity

    Kept me all day
    And caused me nightmares
    Sometimes for days on end

    I knew I could not handle it
    But like all addicts

    I needed my coffee buzz
    And so, I once more

    Drank my drug of choice
    And entered the coffee zone

    As I fried my brain
    With caffeine

    The last legal drug
    In neo-puritan America

    And I smiled as I gave in
    To the intoxicating smell
    And flavor of my coffee
    And surrender my free will

    And drank my coffee
    Waiting for the nightmares to come

    April 30

    Rambling Man -Where Do I Belong?

    I have been a rambling man
    All my adult life

    Grew up in Berkeley, California
    Went to College in Hayward and Oberlin
    During my lost year
    Lost in a fog of booze and pot
    Then I came back to reality

    And went to college
    In Stockton, California

    The central Valley
    Ohio transplanted to California

    Then after four years in Stockton
    With extended weekends
    and breaks in Berkeley

    I became an expatriate wanderer
    Peace Corps worker in Korea
    Then taught ESL in Korea
    For four years

    Occasionally returning to my home
    But always wanting to be elsewhere

    Then back to Korea
    And then Seattle for four years

    Driving back and forth to the bay area
    Stopping off in Southern Oregon

    Eventually bought a house and duplex
    In Southern Oregon

    Vaguely thinking we would retire there
    Some day when my rambling ways were over
    Then back to Korea for three more years

    Then I joined the Foreign service
    And my wife the military

    And I wandered the world again
    Always somewhere
    Always dreaming of my next somewhere
    Never there
    As I was a permanent expat

    And a diplomat to boot
    Never a local

    But never really felt I belong there
    Or in the America

    That was becoming more and more
    A foreign land

    The longer I stayed away
    I stayed on in DC for almost ten years

    Off and on
    But never really felt
    that I belong there

    I was too West Coast in my heart
    And DC seemed to be
    Just a place to stay
    In between travels

    Stayed in Thailand
    Then later India
    And Eastern Caribbean
    And later Spain

    Traveled to 45 countries
    Lived in ten

    And now I am retired
    Still torn between

    living the expat life
    In Seoul, Korea

    And returning to the West Coast
    And occasionally back to DC
    and Florida as well

    And I wonder
    Where do I belong

    Where do I belong

    Other than wherever
    My wife and I end up

    Neither here nor there
    Half way there

    And so is that my fate
    Never to really belong

    Never to have roots in the ground
    Always wanting to be somewhere else

    Always a stranger in my native land
    And a stranger in my other home
    Across the sea

    There is no answer to these questions
    As the rambling urge comes again
    And I prepare to move yet again
    Hoping someday I will be

    Somewhere where I can stop
    These rambling blues

    And really be there

    The End

  • Down in the Dirt Updates

    Down in the Dirt Updates

    Down in the Dirt magazine publishes Another Cosmos Poem

    One of my favorite sites, “Down in the Dirt” has published two of my personal favorite poems, “Howling at the Moon” and “Snarling Cup of Coffee”.

    Hi there… You are getting this letter because you are a contributor to the current issue (with writing or artwork) of Down in the Dirt magazine, and we wanted to let you know that a brand-new issue of Down in the Dirt was just released! The new issue of the March-April 2019 issue Down in the Dirt is v163, titled “Parallel Universe”!

    Now, there are a bunch of ways you can see this issue on line. You can go to the main scars page at http://scars.tv and see it not only in the text listing but also as one of the cover images on the main page (right frame). You can also go the home page of Down in the Dirt at http://scars.tv/dirt and click on the “see the current issue” link – and you can even go to the link for ALL of the issues and see this issue linked right at the top of the listing.

    And remember that until the next issue is released you can always see the current issue at

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    Unhinged Lunatic Howling at the Full Moon

    On the night of the blood red super full moon
    I sat in an evil, depraved godforsaken bar

    Drinking drams of demented, fermented dream dew
    Washed down by endless rounds of whiskey
    rum, tequila, vodka, soju and of course beer
    drinking with my buddies the Jack Daniels Gang

    Drinking my way to Hell and beyond
    Just as fast as I could
    twenty damn drinks too sober

    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
    That din of cosmic depravity

    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 pant
    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 blood red full moon

    Foaming at the mouth
    A wild, free werewolf
    Howling at the lunatic light
    Of the blood red blue full Moon

    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, psychotic, pontific, politically aware, rapping, rhyming, right here, right now in River city, rock and roll up the Yazoo, sad, sadistic, sarcastic, sassy, satanic, schizoid, shitting, silly, sexy, smarmy, smelly, smooth, snarky, snarling, stupid, stinking, sweet as honey, sweat inducing, symphonic, Trump can’t handle this coffee, vengeful, Wagnerian, wicked, with nutmeg and cinnamon swirls, with a hint of stevia, with a hint of vanilla, with a hint of rum, with a hint of whisky, with a hint of cherry, with a hint of fruit overtones, with a hint of drugs spicing up the coffee, spendific, speeding, splendid, superior accept no substitutes, survived the Vietnam war, the Iraq war, the Afghan war, the first and Second Korean war, World War 11, the war on poverty, the war on drugs, the war on black people, the sexual revolution, Soulful as a summer’s night in MOTOWN- James Brown approved, TOP approved, Berkeley approved, the coffee that Jimmy Hendrix drank before he died, the coffee that Elvis drank on his last breakfast, the coffee that Barry White crooned as he drank his cup of coffee – and the coffee that made the white boy play stand up and play that funky music, the coffee that made Jonny B Goode play his guitar, and made Jonny bet the devil his soul after he drank his morning cup of righteous coffee and the coffee that make the Rolling Stones Rock and Roll, the coffee your mother warned you against drinking, the coffee that Napoleon drank when he became the Emperor of all Europe, the Coffee that Beethoven drank when he wrote the Ninth symphony, the coffee that Mozart drank as he wrote his last symphony, the coffee that Lincoln drank before he was killed, the Hemingway drank before he killed himself, the coffee that started the 60’s, and ended the 20th century, the coffee that Lenin drank as he plotted revolution, the coffee that Hitler and Stalin drank with FDR as they divided up the world after World War 11, the cup that JFK drank before he was blown away, the coffee Jerry drinks while driving in cars with random celebrities and political figures, the coffee that Jon Stewart drinks before he goes on an epic take down of some foolish politico, the cup of Arabic coffee that Sadaam drank the day he was executed, the coffee that GW and Cheney drank when they bombed Baghdad, the Indian cup of coffee that Bid Laden drank before 9-11 and just before the seals blew his ass to hell, the cup of coffee that Tiger Woods drank with his mistresses while playing a 3, 000 dollar round of golf at Sandy Lane golf course in Barbados, the last legal drug that does what drugs should do, the cup of coffee that Obama drank when he became President, Vietnamese, Vienna brew, wacky, whimsical, Whisky Tango Foxtrot, wild, weird, wonderful, WOW, Yabba dabba doo! Yada Yada yada Zappa’s favorite cup of cosmic coffee, and Zorro’s last cup of coffee, Good to the last drop rolled into one simple cup of hot coffee

    As I pound down that first cup of coffee
    And fire up my synaptic nerve endings with endless supplies
    Of caffeine induced neuron enhancing chemicals

    I face the dawning day with trepidation and mind-numbing fear
    I turn on the TV and watch the smarmy newscasters in their perfect hair
    Lying through their teeth about the great success the government is having Following the great leader’s latest pronouncements

    I want to scream and shoot the TV and run 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

  • Vietnam Poems

    Vietnam Poems

    this is a companion piece to my earlier Cosmos Excellent Vietnam Adventures. Here are my Vietnam theme poems for your enjoyment.

    plus two poems on Cambodia based on a FB posting by my friend Bill DeFleuri

    Cosmos’s Excellent Vietnam Journeys

    updated to reflect publication in Kelp Journal October 1, 2019

    two vietnam ghost poems

    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

    Old Ghosts

    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

    Mastering the Saigon Shuffle

    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

    Coffee Lady

    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

    Old Lady in the Alley

    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

    Reminds me of the phrase
    From the hitchiker’s guide to the galaxy
    Mostly harmless

    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

    Avoiding the War Due to Two Birthdays

    I avoided being drafted
    Due to a fluke in my birth certificate
    In 1974 the last draft was held
    And some people were drafted

    But no one went to Vietnam
    The war was ending by then
    I avoided the draft though
    To no effort on my own

    My number came up on the draft list
    My real birthday was in the zone
    But then my mother pointed out
    That my legal birthday was different

    When I was born at 4 am
    The night clerk typed up
    My birth certificate
    With the wrong date

    My father pointed that out
    She said
    Once I typed it
    That is it

    His birthday will be
    What I typed
    Get use to it
    My father gave up

    And so, 18 years later
    That saved me
    From the last draft
    Never made it to Vietnam

    Many years latter
    I visited Vietnam
    Right after we opened relations

    Glad I finally got to see
    The country
    That so many Americans visited
    so many decades ago

    Buddha In Vietnam

    In Saigon I saw the buddha
    Buddha images are everywhere
    Temples are scattered about
    Here and there and everywhere

    Buddha lives on
    In the hearts and minds
    Of the Vietnamese soul

    The communists tried
    To get rid of Buddhism
    And other religious traditions

    But they failed
    And Buddhism has come back
    Still speaks to the Vietnamese people

    A different style
    A different vibe
    Than Korean Buddhism

    But still Buddhist thought
    Prevails in the tropical lands
    Of the South

    Mekong Dreams

    Traveling along the Mekong
    Back in time

    Seeing the river
    The people
    Imagining life on the river
    Imagining the war
    The past in the Mekong delta

    And the present tourist boom
    Yet life goes on
    With its own laid back rhythm

    As we traversed the river
    We were transported back
    To an earlier time

    Following the ancient rhythms
    Of the Mekong Delta

    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

    Booze, drugs, sex
    Readily available
    And cheap

    Places to stay
    Dirt cheap
    And no one needs
    To sleep out doors

    Easy to disappear
    Into the foreigners 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
    To gather together

    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

    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 outer set

    The old 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

    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 of Chu Chi Tunnel

     

     

    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

    Saigon 2019

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

    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 back in the 1990’s

    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
    Saigon 2019

    Saigon 1995

    In 1995
    I was one of the first tourists
    Allowed in to 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 re-unification 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

    Ode to Vietnamese Coffee

    Vietnam has the best coffee
    In the damn world
    Just perfect

    Hot as hell
    Sweet as heaven

    With a kick my ass attitude
    To boot

    Can’t resist it
    Even thought it means
    I can’t sleep

    Must
    Have
    My
    Damn
    Vietnam
    Coffee
    Right
    Now

    VC2

    In Saigon
    One meets
    All sorts of strange characters
    VCQ

    VCQ he called himself
    He was filled with stories
    From the war
    And the revolution afterwards

    VC2
    Was a young man
    In Danang
    During the war

    15 years old
    Recruited into the VC
    Infiltrated into the base
    Just another street urchin

    Stole away at night
    Hiding on the big air base
    Stealing things
    To sell at the black market

    Just one of the army
    Of street urchins
    That became friendly
    With the enemy

    They called him
    VCQ
    And the nickname stuck
    That is what he called himself

    Said that he had become
    A VC Seal known as the VCQ
    Learned his English
    From his black marketing days

    He perfect the art
    Of wheeling and dealing
    As a street urchin
    In the mean streets of Danang

    After the war
    he rose through the ranks
    Retired as a general
    Became a college professor

    Later opened his own business
    An interior design business
    When Saigon became Saigon
    Once again

    Wheeling and dealing
    Around the world
    Always one step ahead
    Of the semi-communist authorities

    One day he came back with 25 bottles
    Of wine
    The customs guy said
    That is too much

    He said but I can’t drink them all
    And gave him 5 bottles
    Problem solved
    And VCQ laughed and laughed

    As the wine washed over us
    And we became drunk
    With his endless stories
    From the mouth of VCQ

    Just another night
    In Saigon
    Drinking the Night away
    With the VCQ

    Future VC

    Saigon is filled with interesting characters
    Filled with fascinating back stories
    One could write hundreds of stories
    About the people one encounters

    In a nail shop
    That caters to mostly Korean visitors
    We met a boy of 8 years old
    Who was a natural born hustler

    He had wonderful English
    Wonderful French
    And even some Korean
    And he wanted to show us around

    He spoke English
    Without an accent
    In an upper class British style
    As if he were born to the manor

    How and why he learned
    English so well
    Would be an interesting story

    His Mother was also
    An interesting character
    Been running the store
    For five years

    Amused it had become the Korean
    To Go place
    In Saigon
    Just one of those mysterious things

    They had another shop nearby
    A smoothie place
    And he offered to guide us there
    But were in a hurry

    As we left
    I thought to myself
    Here is a future VCQ
    The fascinating character

    That had wined and dined us
    Late into the night
    Beguiling us with his tales
    From his time in the VC

    Wonder what this future VCQ
    Will tell his future friends
    About his past life
    Living in a beauty saloon?

    1. just Another Morning In Phnom Penh

    When I was in Phnom Penh 
    I stayed 
    at the Riverside Hotel
     on 136th Street.

     Across the street 
    was Neil’s convenience store .
    .oddly named 
    since I had yet 
    space”>
    named Neil..

    There was also a slew 
    of sleazy as hell Thai style 
    girlie bars 
    outside of which 

    sat  naked pretty young things 
    Khmer girls dressed to the proverbial nines

    looking for a willing victim
    among the male flotsam 
    flowing along the naked streets
    Just another night in the big city

    these  women 
    I avoided 
    since they represented 
    the surest and quickest way
    to loose one’s honey
    and one’s money
    and one’s soul
    and dignity

    becoming just another
    ugly aging foreign male sex tourist
    way past his prime
    way past his due date

    Instead, 
    upon exiting the hotel 

    I turned right in the mornings.
     At the riverfront 

    I made a right 
    and walked 
    to a different convenience store

     where I purchased 
    two containers of strawberry yogurt 
    and a bottle of chocolate flavored soymilk.

     After completing the transaction 
    I went to an outdoor cafe 
    that charged $1.90 
    for a large ice coffee 
    with sweetened milk.

    just like I like it
    Vietnamese Style
    HCM Style

    like Even in the late morning
     there were already 

    quite a few foreign male tourists 
    drinking cold beer 
    in the hot sun .

    Some sat..
    like schoolboys 
    on first dates with young Khmer women 

    that they had undoubtedly 
    purchased the night before.
    ..seeking as far as I could tell.
    .. to impress the women
     with their bold and masculine characters 

    …many of these men 
    were older
     and grotesquely misshapen..
    .that is..not fit. 

    a true nightmarish
    vision 
    from the depths of hell

    playing out 
    every morning
    and every evening

    ..After eating the yogurt 
    and drinking the ice coffee 
    and looking again

    at the half naked women
    sitting all around me

    I paid my bill
     and hailed

     an open tuk tuk.
     The going rate for locals 

    for short rides 
    was one dollar or 4000 rial. 

    The going rate for foreigners 
    was double that..

    ..I always paid the local rate
     of one dollar 
    and said thank you in Khmer…

    .Akon.

    ..I quickly left
     giving the driver
     no opportunity 
    to haggle over the fare..

    ..my destination 
    each and every day 

    was the same…
    The Hotel Cambodiana…

    a plush expensive hotel 
    about two miles 
    down the proverbial road..

    .there I used the fitness club 
    which included a normally
     empty 15 meter pool ,

     a fitness center 
    with free weights
     and weight machines .
    .treadmills and a sauna.

    I began the workout
     each day with a swim of 90.lengths..
    that is 1.35.km
     or slightly more 
    than three quarters of a mile.

    ..the pool was embellished 
    with six golden statues 
    of Ganesh elephant Gods
    spouting 
    streams of cool water 
    from their inanimate trunks.

     I enjoyed swimming 
    under those Ganesh

     blessed streams.
    enjoying the good luck vibes

     There was a fully stocked bar

     in the pool area. 

    After the swim 

    I usually took a short break 
    in the hotel cafe 
    adjacent to the lobby.

     There I ate a delicious 
    blueberry muffin

     each day 
    at the cost of one dollar.

     One day .

    ..while enjoying just such a muffin
     I had the good fortune 

    to meet a fellow American
     from Iowa City Iowa. 

    He was an agricultural scientist
    He was of medium height .
    .had white hair 
    and blue eyes 

    ..and…..possessed an intelligence 
    that impressed me greatly .

    ..an intellect that
     was so obviously superior 
    that it rushed out at you 

    from his blue eyes .
    ..an amicable likeable intellect…
    a man you could not help but like..

    .we discussed the challenges 
    of supplying 
    food for a world population 
    that would soon exceed nine billion..

    .the serious threat 
    posed by human induced climate change …

    the resultant acidification of ocean waters 
    as more greenhouse gases 

    were being absorbed by them..
    .but he was optimistic 

    that solutions 
    to these problems could be had..

    ..this was indeed an impressive 
    and unexpected encounter 

    Just another morning 

    In Cambodia 

    Stung Treng Beckons

    After lunch I went to the bus station
    the town of Stung Treng 

    was calling me 
    for some reason

    always want to go there
    wherever that was 
    that is

    the Cambodian open road
    beconing me

    The bus fromStung Treng 
    to Phnom Penh 
    was actually

     a 9.passenger van..
    .neither new nor especially old..

    .Stung Treng 

    is a small dusty town 
    near the Laotian border 
    in northeast Cambodia. 

    The rural areas of Cambodia 
    are relatively depopulated 

    and automotive malfunctions 
    can be a tricky thing to deal 
    with when there are no mechanics
     let alone people in a given area..

    .I had gone to Stung Treng 
    to investigate a possible 
    opportunity teaching 
    at a small high school 

    run by a Presbyterian 
    pastor from Korea.

     An old friend of mine 

    from my Korea days
    decades in the past

    My friend was employed there 
    and lived on the premises 

    with his Korean born wife
    In a small apartment 

    provided by the school. 

    When I arrived in Stung Treng 
    there were no taxis 

    tuk tuks .
    or any form of transport available..

    it was a town 
    in which you 
    were simply deposited.

    with no idea 
    of where to go 
    or how to get there.

    ..at any rate .
    ..the job was not available

     until January..
    a fact I learned upon arrival.
    .

    due to shrinking enrollments 
    and a lack of funds 
    in general..

    .I stayed at
    the Mekong Hotel..

    .which 
    consisted of a series 
    of small air conditioned bungalows.

    ..behind the office 

    was a very large 
    and well-maintained pool..

    .which I used 

    twice during my brief visit

    not the same 
    as the Cambodian gym
    back in the city

    but I made do
    and did my morning swims
    and exercises 

    my friend told me stories
    out of school
     about the Korean pastor

     that made Captain Queeg 
    seem perfectly normal..

    .that he physically
     punished students .

    ..that he harshly criticized 
    Cambodia 
    while singing 
    the praises of Korea 

    and that he had 
    used child labor 
    to build his school..

    ..to be fair

     I did meet 
    a remarkable individual 
    at the Sekong fitness center..

    .an astonishing place 
    located 

    near the middle
     of nowhere 

    that contained 
    only new exercise equipment…

    it was there 
    that I met 

    Scott Sward 
    from Long Beach , California..

    a lost missionary 
    who had been in Stung Treng 

    with his American wife 
    for ten years..

    ..a kind and helpful man .
    filled with the grace of God

    ..it was my impression 
    that he brought much good 

    to the people of Stung Treng 

    although it is doubtful
     that many people 

    voluntarily abandoned 
    their practice of Buddhism 
    to adopt a new set of beliefs..

    . Scott gave me a ride 
    to the bus station 
    at which I purchased 

    the ticket for the nine passenger bus 
    that would painfully

     make its way back 
    to Phnom Penh 

    because 
    no one had bothered 
    to check the level of engine coolant.

    ..there was none..

    .and the engine repeatedly
     overheated 

    forcing the driver 
    to stop and pour water

     either into the coolant
     receptacle
     or over the engine itself..

    ..luckily

     I had struck 

    up a conversation 

    with a cute sweat Khmer female passenger
     that somehow rendered 

    the mechanical problems 
    less disturbing..

    .this conversation 
    could have led to other things 

    I am sure ..

    ..but when we arrived .

    .I simply went 
    my own way 
    and she hers…

    and I did not 
    become another 

    Pathetic looser American 
    Dude parading the streets
    with his recently purchased
    lady of the night

    such is life
    in Cambodia

    these days

     

  • Snarling Cup of Coffee Chapbook Updated with audio clips

    Snarling Cup of Coffee Chapbook Updated with audio clips

    Table of Contents

    Note: this chapbook brings together some of my favorite poems, many have been published. An * indicates prior publication. Some appear in my earlier submission to you. The acknowledge page at the end provides a complete publication credit list.

    Snarling Cup of Coffee

    and other Poems

    Note: this chapbook brings together some of my favorite poems, many have been published. An * indicates prior publication. I will post a few each week until I am finished with the entire set. I published these poems in the Poetry Superhiway’s poetry chapbook giveaway contest December 1, 2018, and I would be delighted to send the entire set to anyone who is interested. Comments and feedback welcome, but please keep it civil. Please note that these are entirely my own opinions and do not reflect the opinions of any of my prior employers

    Coffee Poems

    Snarling Cup of Coffee*
    No More Coffee Blues*
    Ode to Coffee*

    Love Poems

    The Story of How We Met *
    Chains that Bind Us *
    Where Do You and I Begin *
    Lost and Found *

    Political Rants

    The Eye in the Sky *
    The Decline of America*
    When Will This Madness End? *
    Hurricanes from Hell
    It Can’t Happen Here
    Masters of the Universe

    Fake Things please see companion chap book series “Fake Things” coming soon

    Fake News
    Fake Calls *
    Fake Gods
    Fake People
    Idiots in High Places

    Religious Visions

    Imagining the End of the World * Meeting God in a Lake *
    The Cosmic Cat from Berkeley *
    The Cosmic Dog from Goal *

    Travels

    Spring Time in Capitol Hill*
    Wagontire, Oregon *
    Hitchhiking Tales *

    Strange Visions

    Life’s Journey *
    The Fog *
    Slime Patrol to the Rescue *
    Bad Craziness *
    One Night in Bombay *
    Unhinged Lunatic Howling at the Full Moon *
    The Nebulous Night of Darkness*
    Dental Torture Blues
    Watching Cats Hunt *
    Cats *
    Mozart Blues
    Old Man in the Mirror Must Die *
    One Mystic Shrouded Night *
    Prayer to the Computer Gods *
    Microsoft Found Dictation Poems
    Green Trees Don’t Make It *
    Who is Master?
    My Soul Wants to Fly *
    Cosmic Calendar *

    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, psychotic, pontific, politically aware, rapping, rhyming, right here, right now in River city, rock and roll up the Yazoo, sad, sadistic, sarcastic, sassy, satanic, schizoid, shitting, silly, sexy, smarmy, smelly, smooth, snarky, snarling, stupid, stinking, sweet as honey, sweat inducing, symphonic, Trump can’t handle this coffee, vengeful, Wagnerian, wicked, with nutmeg and cinnamon swirls, with a hint of stevia, with a hint of vanilla, with a hint of rum, with a hint of whisky, with a hint of cherry, with a hint of fruit overtones, with a hint of drugs spicing up the coffee, spendific, speeding, splendid, superior accept no substitutes, survived the Vietnam war, the Iraq war, the Afghan war, the first and Second Korean war, World War 11, the war on poverty, the war on drugs, the war on black people, the sexual revolution, Soulful as a summer’s night in MOTOWN- James Brown approved, TOP approved, Berkeley approved, the coffee that Jimmy Hendrix drank before he died, the coffee that Elvis drank on his last breakfast, the coffee that Barry White crooned as he drank his cup of coffee – and the coffee that made the white boy play stand up and play that funky music, the coffee that made Jonny B Goode play his guitar, and made Jonny bet the devil his soul after he drank his morning cup of righteous coffee and the coffee that make the Rolling Stones Rock and Roll, the coffee your mother warned you against drinking, the coffee that Napoleon drank when he became the Emperor of all Europe, the Coffee that Beethoven drank when he wrote the Ninth symphony, the coffee that Mozart drank as he wrote his last symphony, the coffee that Lincoln drank before he was killed, the Hemingway drank before he killed himself, the coffee that started the 60’s, and ended the 20th century, the coffee that Lenin drank as he plotted revolution, the coffee that Hitler and Stalin drank with FDR as they divided up the world after World War 11, the cup that JFK drank before he was blown away, the coffee Jerry drinks while driving in cars with random celebrities and political figures, the coffee that Jon Stewart drinks before he goes on an epic take down of some foolish politico, the cup of Arabic coffee that Sadaam drank the day he was executed, the coffee that GW and Cheney drank when they bombed Baghdad, the Indian cup of coffee that Bid Laden drank before 9-11 and just before the seals blew his ass to hell, the cup of coffee that Tiger Woods drank with his mistresses while playing a 3, 000 dollar round of golf at Sandy Lane golf course in Barbados, the last legal drug that does what drugs should do, the cup of coffee that Obama drank when he became President, Vietnamese, Vienna brew, wacky, whimsical, Whisky Tango Foxtrot, wild, weird, wonderful, WOW, Yabba dabba doo! Yada Yada yada Zappa’s favorite cup of cosmic coffee, and Zorro’s last cup of coffee, Good to the last drop rolled into one simple cup of hot coffee

    As I pound down that first cup of coffee
    And fire up my synaptic nerve endings with endless supplies
    Of caffeine induced neuron enhancing chemicals

    I face the dawning day with trepidation and mind-numbing fear
    I turn on the TV and watch the smarmy newscasters in their perfect hair
    Lying through their teeth about the great success the government is having Following the great leader’s latest pronouncements

    I want to scream and shoot the TV and run 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

    Ode to Coffee

    Mistress of sacred love
    Sacred lady of desire

    You start my day
    Setting my heart on fire
    With your dark delicious flavor

    And throughout the day
    Whenever the mean old blues come by
    You chase them away
    With your bitter sweet ambrosial brew

    Every time I inhale your witches’ brew
    I am filled with power, light and love
    And everything is all 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 dessert 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 sweet 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 gossip mills running

    Every great invention
    Was fed by coffee’s sweet 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 sweet 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

    No More Coffee Blues

    I love coffee
    Always have

    And coffee has loved me back
    But lately I have soured 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
    Deepening under her influence

    I have the coffee blues
    Can’t live without 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 in 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

    And I come to her and drink her brew
    And become her slave again and again

    TBC