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  • April 10 to April 14 2021 Poems

    April 10 to April 14 2021 Poems

    April 2021 Poetry Contest – April  1 0  to  April 14

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    Commentary:

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  I am averaging about eight per day and posting four reserving four as “unpublished”.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

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

    I am writing some other poems per day but not posting them as I need to reserve some “unpublished” poems.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

    April 1 to April 5 Poems

    April 6 to April 9 Cosmos’s Poetry

     Cosmos’s 2020 April Poetry Part One

    Cosmos’s 2020 April Poetry Part One

    April 2019 Poems

    April 2018 Poems

    2017 April Poems

    Index

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

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

    Transgressions

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

    Every Morning Cherita PSH Prompt 

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

    Try writing a single stanza of a one-line verse

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

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

    Every Morning Cherita 

    When I wake up

    And see you there
    The darkness of the night

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

    Letter to Frank Zappa 1975 NaPoWrMo

    Frank Zappa

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

     Letter to Frank Zappa 1975 sent to him

    Dear Frank

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

    Your friend and number one fan

    Jake Cosmos Aller

    His Response – never responded

    Dear Cosmos

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

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

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

    Frank Zappa

    Your friend for life

    Prime Love Writers Digest Prompt

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

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

    Prime Love

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

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

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

    —Describe Yourself as Landscape Writing com Dew Drop-In

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

    Great Dismal Dark Play Sestina Writer’s Digest

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

    Great Dismal Dark Play

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

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

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

    Superman on His Morning Patrol

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

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

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

     

    He suited up
    Flew out his window
    On his morning patrol

    Fighting evil
    Promoting the American way
    He flies about the city

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

    Superman thought
    Life is good

    Visiting the Tower of Babel, NaPoWrMo Prompt

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

    Visiting the Tower of Babel

    tower of Babel
    Towel of Babel

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

    A big debate ensures
    Where to go
    When to go

     

     

     

    Some wanted to go back
    and witness the crucifixion

    Finally, they decide
    To go back in time

    To the construction
    Of the tower of Babel

    They set the time machine
    To 2,226 BCE

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

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

    Everyone who witnesses
    The scene
    Is struck with madness

    The tower lay in ruins
    The people speaking
    In tongues

    The scientists conclude
    That this biblical tale
    Was probably true

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

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

    Sam Adams
    Thought about the Difference
    Between Love
    And obsession

    As he drank deeply
    Enjoying his coffee obsession

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

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

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

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

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

    Which was one of her favorite Shakespeare quotes.

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

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

    From Mary’s life
    And her death

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    She hated being considered an Oakie
    And lost her accent

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    What we all learned from Mary

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    She often told us to do
    The right thing.

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

    My final thoughts
    Are on reading

    the lifelong
    Love of books

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

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

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

    She always had an opinion
    About everything.

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

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

    Because Mary,
    Was afraid of no one

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

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

    Life was truly stranger than fiction.

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

    Here is one of her favorite Bible quotes

    Ecclesiastes 12 (King James Version)

    Ecclesiastes 12

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    Hearing that quip,
    Harry was amused

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

    Two government types,
    Dressed as I am,

    Showed up
    Asked her if she was a communist

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

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

    The SF Chronicle captured the moment
    With a huge headline,

    “Harry Meets Mary.”

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

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

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

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

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

    Brought down the house.

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

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

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

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

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

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

    But in the end,
    Your good karma
    Will outlive you

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

    I salute you,
    Our beloved Madwomen of Berkeley.

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

    Lucky in love, Unlucky in cards

    Indian casino Fun
    Indian casino Fun

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

     

     

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

    Dreamed of meeting her
    For eight years

    Then she came into my life
    Became my wife

    But I have never been
    Lucky in cards

    I mean I have played
    Poker with friends
    But always lost

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

    Eventually gave up
    Just not fun anymore

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

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

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

    And that has made
    All the difference
    In the world

    News Headlines I’d Like to See NaPoWrMo Prompt

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

     

     

     

     

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

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

    Robots take over

     

     

     

     

    The robots are coming

    They will soon
    Take away
    More and more jobs

    Leaving people free
    To do other things

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

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

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

    Just Another Black Dude Pulled Over Driving While Black

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    All for nothing
    His crime
    Not a crime

    But did they care
    Not at all

    That is justice
    In our America

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

    The End

  • More Literary Yard Poems

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    on PocketCastshttps://pca.st/rt1f4r4r

    Thank you.

     

    More Literary Yard Poetry

    The literary Yard has published more of my poems.  All of these and subsequence postings will be available on Spotify and elsewhere in a few days as a podcast. They previously published some of my poetry which follows the new poems listed below.

    Index

    2021 Dawns 21 Haiku
    Dear Republicans, What Is Wrong with You?
    The Revolution Next Time
    Zombie Ideas Do Not Die
    There Is A Great Sense of Unrest

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    Dawns 21 Haiku

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

    2021Dawns
    The New president offers.
    Hope new beginning.

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

    2021Dawns
    The hope springs enterally
    We will overcome.

    2021Dawns
    35,000 lies.
    Fading like ghosts

    2021Dawns
    Politicians still lying.
    Thousands still dying.

    2021Dawns
    Coronavirus spreading
    More corona ghosts.

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

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

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

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

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

    2021Dawns
    Will optimism and love?
    Overcome the hate.

    2021Dawns
    Many questions remaining.
    I have no answers.

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

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

    2021Dawns
    2020 hangover
    Like a dark nightmare

    2021Dawns
    Politicians still refusing.
    To do anything

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

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

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

    2021Dawns
    I am still alive thank god.
    Filled with love for a wife.

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    Dear Republicans, What is Wrong with You?

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

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

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

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

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

    What the hell is wrong with you
    Just do your job

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

    ###

    The Revolution Next Time

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

    As madness descends on the land
    Incited by right-wing political leaders.

    Inciting riots and rebellion
    Demanding action
    Against their enemies

    While on the left
    Revolution is brewing as well.

    Soon will they unite
    To march down
    Tearing down democracy

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

    And the US becomes
    Another failed state

    Until a proverbial man
    On a white horse
    Rides in to save us.
    From ourselves

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

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    Zombie Ideas Do Not Die

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    Making it impossible to govern
    As things fall apart

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

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

    ###

    There is a Great Sense of Unrest.

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

    Previous publication (2020)

    Literary Yard has just published my Dog Poems. The earlier published my Cosmic Calendar poems.  Here they are for your amusement.  these are companion pieces for my cat poems.

    dog’s life

    Ten New Poems

    Poetry Soup Poems 2016-2019

    Cats Truly alien species?

    Cosmos Joins Instagram Poets

    Cats

    Dog Poems

    It’s a Dog’s Life for Me

     

     

     

     

     

    I’d like to come back
    In my next life
    As a dog

    A dog’s only worry
    Is its next meal

    All it has to do
    Is wag its tail

    And look cute
    And someone will feed him
    And give him water

    A dog has no worries
    No cares at all

    And when a Dog
    Wants some loving

    All it needs to do
    Is find the nearest
    Female dog
    And enjoy himself

    Without guilt
    And without worrying
    About getting married
    Or having an affair

    Just simple
    Sex in the doggie way
    Nothing simpler
    Than that

    Yes
    A dog’s life
    Is the life for me?

    ###

    The Dogs of War are Howling

     

     

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    dog of war poster

     

     

     

     

     

    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 world saw
    The face of pure evil
    That fine September morning

    A morning like any other morning
    Until a fateful moment
    When two planes
    Came out of the sky
    And destroyed
    The center of world capitalism

    In an act of horrific violence
    An act of such evil
    That is beyond the comprehension
    Of mere mortal man

    Surely there must
    Be a reason why
    That particular day
    The world almost ended

    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

    A Jehad had been launched
    By the holly lunatics
    Misguided warriors
    Who thought they were fighting
    The great Satan

    Not knowing that their hearts and minds
    Were corrupted and controlled
    By Satan himself

    Somewhere in the world
    That morning
    A door opened

    And a man walked through
    Flipped a switch

    And let loose
    The chaos that ensured

    The world watched with horror
    And fascination

    As in real-time
    A dynamite action movie unfolded

    Only this was not any movie, punk
    It was real life
    Live and uncensored

    With the music of the devil
    Playing at full volume
    As people died
    Burning alive

    And the dogs of war
    Smiled
    They knew soon
    They would be in their element

    As America
    The Sleeping Giant
    Again woke up

    And realized
    That they would have to fight back
    Against their enemies

    The war machine
    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

    The machinery of war
    Once unleashed
    Can’t easily be stopped

    There is a certain cruel logic
    That demands that the war going on
    And people die
    And people suffer
    And the stock market crashes

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

    ###

    The Cosmic Dog from Goa

     

     

     

     

     

     

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

    Enjoying being with her
    After our reconciliation
    We stayed at the Taj Mahal Goa

    Living like 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 that cosmic dog

    Kindred spirit
    perhaps to the cosmic cat
    that had saved my soul
    in Berkeley so long ago

    I told the dog everything
    And he just looked at me
    With those soulful eyes of his

    And I knew he knew that I knew
    That he was possessed by God

    God had sent him to me
    To make sure

    that I was on the right path

    That the reconciliation that God had promoted
    Was on a 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 from Goa

    was my constant companion
    And I knew God for the final time
    In my life?

    ###

    Agnostic Dyslectic Wonders if There is a Dog

     

    cute dog
    cute 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?

    ###

    I Want a Dog’s Life

    O

     

     

     

    I want a dog’s life
    That’s what I want in my next life
    A dog needs to be cute
    And his master will feed him
    It is a dog’s life for me

    ###

    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 day’s work?

    I ask why I am 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

    Poem: Cosmos’s Cosmic Calendar

    cosmic calendar
    cosmic calendar

     

    January

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

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

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

    February

    February is a strange month
    Cold, short, and eventful

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

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

    March

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

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

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

    April

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

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

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

    May

    May is in many ways
    My second favorite month of all

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

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

    And good movies come out
    Star Wars arrived
    Spiderman and superman and batman

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

    And most importantly
    My wife was born

    June

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

    Hurricanes and Tornados attacking
    And wars starting and people dying

    As fireflies buzz about
    And rabbits eat my garden

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

    Recalling that Watergate
    Occurred in June

    July

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

    And politicians run away
    After the July fourth fireworks

    Man landed on the moon
    Richard Nixon Left the White House

    And we all know that half the year
    Has flown by

    August

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

    World War 1 started
    World War 11 ended

    Hiroshima ushered in the nuclear age

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

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

    September

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

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

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

    And like August’s hangover
    Big earth-shattering events happen

    The fall of the stock market
    The housing bubble bursting

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

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

    October

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

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

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

    And on October 30, 1955

    I was born
    And Rock n Roll was born as well
    Coincidence I think not

    November

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

    Political fever hits the land
    Every two years

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

    And the world turns
    And the new leaders emerge

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

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

    Yes, November is a strange month

    December

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

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

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

    And holiday parties abound
    Full of false cheer
    And faked love

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

    Then New Years
    Watching the world end
    Drinking up a storm

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

    Falling rain

    falling rain
    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

    the End

     

  • “Strange Courtesies Extended

    “Strange Courtesies Extended

    Strange Courtesies  Extended  Until March 8th

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    ROBERT SICULAR*

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    Review:  Very gripping drama based on the Truth and Reconciliation Commission’s work in South Africa.  One of the perpetrators of atrocities is attacked on the street by the brother of one of his victims. He finds himself in the hosptial being tended to by the sister of one of his victims.  He confessed to her that he has been taken over the spirit of the dead man.

     

    Strange Courtesies

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    strange courtesies

    San José Stage Company will hold a world premiere of “Strange Courtesies”, a play about the South Africa Truth and Reconciliation Commission starting my friend, Robert Henry Sicular. The play will be available live streaming only from February 27 to March 3rd. The cost is $40.00.

    Author’s note:

    Robert Sicular is my best friend. I have known him since first grade or almost 60 years. During that time, he has only worked as an actor, part of what he calls the 1% club – those people who make a living only by acting.

    Please check out the play. I will update this later with my review.

    Robert’s email follows:

    My Friends!

    I hope everyone is doing well!

    I just wanted to let you know about a play that I have the pleasure of acting in A Virtual World Premiere! Yes, online and recorded remotely, it is a moving and important piece that I know will be a very popular production when the theaters open up again – and may it be soon!

    The play is Strange Courtesies, streaming On Demand February 27th (this Saturday) through March 3rd (next Wednesday). Written and directed by L. Peter Cullender, it is produced by the San Jose Stage Company in association with the African American Shakespeare Company. Set in Post-Apartheid South Africa, it is a tale of a family and a society confronting loss, uncertainty, and reconciliation in troubled times. It is about the power of truth and the power of love and the power of forgiveness. Produced with an outstanding cast and technical team it will stay with you and spur many a discourse. It’s entertaining, too!

    See you there. Aloha.

    Roberto

    Strange Courtesies, WORLD PREMIERE

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    Written and Directed by L. Peter Callender

    FEBRUARY 27 – MARCH 3, 2021

    Presented in association with African American Shakespeare Company

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    TRUTH AND RECONCILIATION

    A virtual World Premiere in collaboration with African American Shakespeare Company.

    Citizens of South Africa are confronting a painful past of the apartheid era through the Truth and Reconciliation Commission. STRANGE COURTESIES explores the potential restorative power of truth-telling, the significance of sympathetic witnesses, and the tasks of both perpetrators and bystanders in the TRC process. Can dignity be restored to victims and their families while offering a basis for individual healing, and promoting the reconciliation of a divided society?

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    CAST

    cast

    Tshiwela Maangani* as Nomusa Kwanzi

    Biko Eisen-Martin* as Robert Seybold

    Jamey Williams as Jonny Emanuel Kwanza

    Marjorie Johnson* as Zenzile Kwanzi

    Robert Sicular* as Howard Arthur Prinsloo

    Adam Green as Zachariah Kwanzi

    *Member Actors Equity Association

    DIRECTOR | L. PETER CALLENDER

    STAGE MANAGER | ALLISON F. RICH*

    VIDEO DESIGN & EDITING | DERRICK SCOCCHERA

    CHOREOGRAPHY | DEVIN PARKER SULLIVAN

    SOUND DESIGN | IMRSV SOUND & BERKELEY SOUND ARTISTS

    POSTPRODUCTION SOUND | IMRSV SOUND

    SOUND SUPERVISOR | JACOB BLOOMFIELD-MISRACH

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    For more on the TRC, please see the following Wikipedia article.  I edited the theater section to include this production.  the complete Wikipedia article is here

    Wikipedia Summary:

    The Truth and Reconciliation Commission (TRC) was a court-like restorative justice[1] body assembled in South Africa after the end of apartheid.[2] Witnesses who were identified as victims of gross human rights violations were invited to give statements about their experiences, and some were selected for public hearings. Perpetrators of violence could also give testimony and request amnesty from both civil and criminal prosecution.

    The TRC, the first of 1003 held internationally to stage public hearings, was seen by many as a crucial component of the transition to full and free democracy in South Africa. Despite some flaws, it is generally (although not universally) thought to have been successful.[3]

    The Institute for Justice and Reconciliation was established in 2000 as the successor organization of the TRC.

    Creation and mandate[edit]

    The TRC was set up in terms of the Promotion of National Unity and Reconciliation Act, No. 34 of 1995, and was based in Cape Town. The hearings started in 1996. The mandate of the commission was to bear witness to, record, and in some cases grant amnesty to the perpetrators of crimes relating to human rights violations, as well as offering reparation and rehabilitation to the victims. A register of reconciliation was also established so that ordinary South Africans who wished to express regret for past failures could also express their remorse.[4]

    The TRC had several high-profile members, including Archbishop Desmond Tutu (chairman), Alex Boraine (deputy chairman), Sisi KhampepeWynand Malan, and Emma Mashinini.

    Committees[edit]

    The work of the TRC was accomplished through three committees:

    • The Human Rights Violations Committee investigated human rights abuses that occurred between 1960 and 1994.

    • The Reparation and Rehabilitation Committee was charged with restoring victims’ dignity and formulating proposals to assist with rehabilitation.

    • The Amnesty Committee considered applications from individuals who applied for amnesty by the provisions of the Act.

    Process[edit]

    Public hearings of the Human Rights Violations Committee and the Amnesty Committee were held at many venues around South Africa, including Cape Town (at the University of the Western Cape), Johannesburg (at the Central Methodist Mission), and Randburg (at the Rhema Bible Church).

    The commission was empowered to grant amnesty to those who committed abuses during the apartheid era, as long as the crimes were politically motivated, proportionate, and there was full disclosure by the person seeking amnesty. To avoid the victor’s justice, no side was exempt from appearing before the commission. The commission heard reports of human rights violations and considered amnesty applications from all sides, from the apartheid state to the liberation forces, including the African National Congress.

    Numbers[edit]

    The Commission found more than 19,050 people had been victims of gross human rights violations. An additional 2,975 victims were identified through the applications for amnesty. In reporting these numbers, the Commission voiced its regret that there was very little overlap of victims between those seeking restitution and those seeking amnesty.[5]

    A total of 5,392 amnesty applications were refused, granting only 849 out of the 7,111 (which includes the number of additional categories, such as “withdrawn”).[6]

    Significance and impact[edit]

    The TRC’s emphasis on reconciliation was in sharp contrast to the approach taken by the Nuremberg Trials and other de-Nazification measures. The reconciliatory approach was seen as a successful way of dealing with human rights violations after political change, either from internal or external factors.[citation needed] Consequently, other countries have instituted similar commissions, though not always with the same scope or the allowance for charging those currently in power.

    There are varying opinions as to whether the restorative justice method (as employed by the Truth and Reconciliation Commission) is more or less effective than the retributive justice method (which was used during the Nuremberg Trials). In one survey study,[7] the effectiveness of the TRC Commission was measured on a variety of levels:

    • Its usefulness in terms of confirming what had happened during the apartheid regime (“bringing out the truth”)

    • The feelings of reconciliation that could be linked to the Commission

    • The positive effects (both domestically and internationally) that the Commission brought about (i.e., in the political and the economic environment of South Africa).

    the End

    The differences in opinions about the effectiveness can be attributed to how each group viewed the proceedings.

    In the study by Orlando Lentini, the opinions of three ethnic groups were measured in this study: the British Africans, the Afrikaners, and the Xhosa.[7] According to the researchers, all of the participants perceived the TRC to be effective in bringing out the truth, but to varying degrees, depending on the group in question.

    The differences in opinions about the effectiveness can be attributed to how each group viewed the proceedings. Some viewed them as not entirely accurate, as many people would lie to keep themselves out of trouble while receiving amnesty for their crimes. (The commission would grant amnesty to some with consideration given to the weight of the crimes committed.) Some said that the proceedings only helped to remind them of the horrors that had taken place in the past when they had been working to forget such things. Thus, the TRC’s effectiveness in terms of achieving those very things within its title is still debatable.*

     

  • 2020 the Year the World Came Unhinged

    2020 the Year the World Came Unhinged

    2020 the Year the World Came Unhinged

    Writer’s Egg Magazine published in the UK for their 7th issue had a theme of 2020 and what it meant.  They published my entry,  “The Year the World Came Unhinged “

    The Year the World Came Unhinged

     

     

     

    2020 was the year
    That the world came unhinged
    As the US lost its way

    Amid the corona pandemic
    18 million cases later
    310,000 deaths later

    The president has yet to simply say
    I am so sorry that everyone died
    On my watch

    Instead he continues to insist
    That he be given an A-plus grade
    For the great victory

    he achieved
    In battling the corona
    china virus

    Amid the great depression 2.0
    The country voted to fire
    The former President

    Who refused to accept reality
    Filed 60 court cases
    Lost 59 cases
    out of 60 cases
    Including twice
    at the Supreme Court

    Still refuses to concede
    Still claims that the election
    was stolen

    His mindless lemming like followers
    Follow his every tweet
    His every deranged unhinged world

    And go down his rabbit hole
    Of delusional insanity

    As he tries daily
    To destroy American democracy
    While claiming

    he is the only one
    Who can save the U.S.
    From the chaos and danger
    That the radical left represents

    Writer Egg published some of my Corona Virus poems in issue six, and issue five.  Re-printed below

    Corona Virus is Not God’s Punishment
    Corona Ghosts

    Corona Virus Poems
    Corona Virus Pandemic Thoughts

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    writer Egg magazine has published some more poems which drop in issue six to be published in January.

    Index

    Politicians Lying while people lie dying

    Thanksgiving thoughts

    Corona Virus Stalks Me
    News is still grim
    Mad Mask Fears  -content tracing Dante Inferno  Canto one Line 1 to 3
    Wearing a Mask is not a political statement
    General Corona Leads His Troops Into Battle, crown of sonnets
    Corona Ghosts Stalk the President

    Politicians Lying while People Lie Dying

    Coronavirus

    Politicians lying
    economy crumbling
    pandemic spreading
    fire burning
    storms storming
    winter is coming
    media screaming
    people dying

    Thanksgiving Thoughts

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    On this day of thanksgiving
    Our hearts are filled with grief
    Anger, and hatred
    Instead of love and friendship

    Half the company
    Feels that they lost
    The election
    Because of mass fraud
    Their candidate could not have lost

    The virus is a hoax
    Masks are an affront
    To our liberties

    The other half of the country
    Thinking at last
    This national nightmare
    Is beginning to end

    Millions of people are sick
    The real economy in ruins
    The stock market is crazy
    Out of touch with reality

    Many Americans are settling down
    To a lonely Thanksgiving
    Loved ones can’t travel

    Or are lost to us now
    Corona ghosts
    Haunting our thanksgiving

    The news bather on and on
    The divisions getting worse
    The world seems to be spinning
    Out of control

    How can we come together
    While 2,000 people die every day
    But in the midst of all of this
    If we simply remember
    Our shared humanity

    That we are all Americans
    And we can overcome
    These dark and dangerous time

    Then we will have something
    To celebrate this thanksgiving
    That we are still here
    Still alive and kicking

    And the noise and hate
    fades away
    And the love comes back
    With the rising sun
    Happy thanksgiving
    To one and all

    Corona Virus Stalks Me

     

     

     

    the dreaded coronavirus
    led by the demented general Corona,
    seems to be stalking me
    everywhere I go

    images of the dead
    come to life
    accusing me of something
    as they fade in and out of view

    ghostly images fill\ my fogged up glasses
    as I walk down the street
    hidden deep inside my masks

    and I fear everyone
    which is of course
    part of the corona virus’s
    evil’s plan
    to drive us all mad
    sending us to hell

    News is still grim

    cnn logo
    cnn logo

     

     

    watching the daily news
    the constant doom and gloom
    makes me want to cry

    and hide  away

    waiting

    waiting

    waiting

    for the end of the news
    and a return to normal

    but that seems
    like a distant dream

    perhaps it is our fate
    perhaps it will be over

    perhaps it will never
    be over

    and the news drones
    on
    and
    on

    and
    on

    overwhelming
    me

    with
    cosmic
    dread

    Mad Masks Fears Corona Sonnet Form

    no masks
    no masks

     

     

     

     

    I don’t understand
    this fear of wearing a mask
    somehow making you weak

    that wearing a mask
    is a political statement

    “Midway upon the journey of our life
    I found myself with a forest dark
    for the straightforward pathway had been lost”

    THE  THOUGHT COMES      TO MIND

    WHAT        IS      WRONG     WITH          THESE       PEOPLE

    ALL

    LOST

    THEIR

    MINDS

    content tracing Dante Inferno  Canto one Line 1 to 3

    masked woman
    masked woman

     

     

     

     

     

    to my friends in America
    and around the world
    to those who think
    that somehow the coronavirus
    only infects other people
    that it is all a liberal hoax ,
    overblown
    nothing more than a bad flu
    and nothing to do with me
    demanding that we all go
    back to work

    what is wrong with you?
    have you lost your humanity?
    will millions have to die
    so you can have a Big Mac?
    so you can have a Big Mac
    and a beer
    whenever you damn, please

    and no one can tell you
    please wear a mask
    have you lost all reason
    is it all now
    about owning the dems
    and the damn libtards
    is there any thing left
    in your cold, greedy heart?

    and you still proclaim
    that you are Christian
    as you violate all the Christian principles
    what would Jesus do

    what would Jesus do
    what does the bible say
    we should do
    in the midst of this pandemic
    is it the Christian thing to do
    to let millions of people die
    did not Christ talk about love
    compassion and mercy
    would not Jesus
    wear a mask
    to protect himself
    and others
    from this ravaging disease
    that does not care

    who you are
    who you voted for
    which church you go to
    and Jesus and God
    are not there
    watching all of us
    as the virus spreads

    it will affect you
    sooner or later
    and when it does
    perhaps if you had worn
    a mask
    you might have prevented
    a few more people
    have died

    a few more people
    including your grandfather
    grandmother
    friend
    relative might be alive
    if you were not such
    a self- centered person
    and I appeal to you my friend
    to grow up, become a member
    of the human race again

    also published in Plethora Magazine in India

    a crown of sonnets

    corona
    corona
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    General Corona leads his forces across the world
    riding on a black horse
    from out of the Apocalypse
    ride the four horsemen
    which are let loose upon the world

    He leads his forces across the world
    into battle as the leader of his evil forces
    The enemy of humanity

    General Corona, he does not care
    nor does his virus minions care
    about your nationality, he does not care
    about your politics, he does not care
    or your wealth or who you are
    for all you are nothing but humanity

    the corona general sees humanity
    as nothing but hosts for his virus army
    chanting death to humanity
    until his evil army
    sweeps throughout the world
    throughout the world
    and millions must die

    it is the will of the general all must die
    and it is the end of the world
    or perhaps the beginning of a new world
    filled with hope and love through out the world
    humanity comes alive throughout the world
    fighting back against the virus army
    peace, love and compassion defeats the army
    and general corona will finally himself die

    Corona Ghosts Haunting the President

    corona virus
    corona virus

     

     

     

     

    The corona ghosts are angry
    Watching the news every day
    In limbo land

    The corona ghosts decide
    To pay the president a visit
    To show him the humans
    Who have died

    Due to his incompetence
    And lack of leadership
    175,000 Corona ghosts
    Descend upon the white house

    At midnight
    And surround the president
    Screaming at him

    Saying look at me
    Look at me

    You did this
    You did it
    You Mr. President

    You are not the smartest man
    In the world
    Far from it

    It is all on you
    And you will soon
    Be joining us

    Be afraid
    Your time is up
    General corona
    Is on the march

    And he has you
    In his sights

    The End

     

     

     

  • More Ink Pantry Poems

    More Ink Pantry Poems

    Ink Pantry has published some more of my poems

    Ink Pantry

    Curators of Fine Words

    Poetry Drawer: Getting Lucky: waiting for the day: The Rising Storm of Sedition Overwhelms Us All: Tired and Burned Out – Let 2020 Go!!!: Toilet Gate Fit Metaphor for the End of the Trump Affair by Jake Cosmos Aller

    Posted on 21st January 2021 by Deborah Edgeley

    Getting Lucky

     

     

     

     

     

     

    I have been extremely lucky
    In life
    Lucky in love,
    Not so much in cards

    Met the love of my life
    In a dream
    Then she became my wife

    Over the years,
    We have been extremely lucky
    As our investments grew and grew,

    Fuelled by the skill
    Of my financial advisor wife
    Born in the year of the Golden Pig

    Making me wealthy
    In my old age

    I often think meeting her
    Was like winning the lotto
    Or getting a jackpot

    A jackpot of love
    That continues to pay me
    Dividends for life

    Until the day I die
    With my lucky charm
    By my side

    Waiting for the Day

    I lay in bed
    Waiting for the sun to rise,
    Next to my sleeping beauty
    Filled with her love,

    But with the dawning sun
    The nightmares come back

    Filled with fearful thoughts
    Of what fresh insanity
    Will soon overwhelm me

    I watch the daily news
    Absorbing the latest
    Scandal d’jour
    The latest fresh hell

    As I watch with dismay
    America the land of my birth
    Tear itself apart

    As politicians play games
    Thousands die
    Becoming Corona Ghosts

    It is enough to make me
    Want to hideaway
    For the rest of my time
    On this earth

    The Rising Storm of Sedition Overwhelms Us All

    A rising capitol hill riotstorm of sedition and treason
    Threatens to overwhelm us all
    As the alt. right wing forces

    Complicit in treason
    And committed sedition

     

    A failure of law enforcement
    And politics as well

    As the craven proud boys
    do not hide anymore

    screaming fraud
    Trying to foment civil war

    Storming the Capitol
    On instructions from their hero

    The craven President
    Hides out

    Watching the carnage
    That he unleashed
    Descend on the capitol

    Tired and Burned Out – Let 2020 Go!!!
    January 15, 2021

    2020
    2020

    It has been two weeks
    Since the beginning of the year
    It seems like it has been a Year
    Of horror condensed down

     

     

    Into two-weeks
    Of daily chaos
    As the centre frays

    We are so Tired
    and Burned Out
    yet we can’t Let 2020 Go!!!

    Madness grows
    Can’t take it much more
    can’t shake off
    the 2020 hangover

    2021 You are so old
    We are so done with you
    Just go away
    And never haunt us again

    Toilet Gate Fit Metaphor for the End of the Trump Affair

    toiletgate
    toiletgate

     

     

     

     

     

    News that the President’s son-in-law and daughter
    Refused to allow secret service agents
    To use any of their 6.5 toilets
    Is a fitting metaphor
    For the end of the Trump Era

    The news captures the false sense
    Of royal privilege
    Among the Trump family
    And shows how shallow, cruel
    And inhuman the family really is

    How did such a family of grifters
    Manage to take over the WH?
    And how can anyone still support
    Such despicable human beings?

    They deny it of course
    But the Secret service
    Says it is true

    And they had to pay 100,000 dollars
    3,000 dollars per month
    To rent an apartment across the street
    So, agents could relieve themselves

    What were they thinking?
    Perhaps they were thinking
    The agents could use the bushes
    Out back?

    Or beg to use the neighbor’s facilities?
    Anyway, not their problem
    What the hired help does
    After all

    So glad that this band
    Of grifters are on their way out
    And sanity will return
    To our nation

    Ink Pantry Publishes Recent Poems

    Ink Pantry, Scarlet Leaf, Spill Words, Synchronized Chaos, Two Drops of Ink, have published 15 of my recent poems. The poems are posted below along with audio and photo clips.

    Scarlet Leaf review will publish these poems in the following order:

    publication updates

    More Down in the Dirt News

    The year that was – Anniversary issue

    JAN: The terrifying teens
    FEB: 2020 Plans Rondeau (Dream, Fate)
               The oyster
                Morning Light
              2019 The last year
    March: Dora Intergalactic Explorer
               Mocking faces
                Fear of falling
                Cosmos takes over

    Ink Pantry Publication

    Five Poems by Jake Cosmos Aller

    Posted on 21st January 2020 by Deborah Edgeley

    Morning Light

    sun rise
    sun rise

    the terrors of the night
    the worst imaginings
    of what might happen

     

     

    war, rumours of war
    end of civilization
    nuclear war
    and other horrors
    ripped from the headlines

    fade away into nothingness
    with the morning light
    and the love of my wife
    who is always by my side
    I regain my sight

    and begin
    regaining my smile
    and my life

    until the next nightmares
    consumes my dark imaginings

    Dora the Intergalactic Explorer

    dora
    dora

    Dora the intergalactic explorer
    Is travelling to the strangest planet
    of all the known worlds

    she is traveling incognito
    with a video crew
    making a documentary

    the planet earth
    is known as a planet
    of intelligent monkeys

    not much is known
    about them
    as very few
    have ever been there

    the inhabitants are described
    as blood thirsty insane creatures
    ruled by hidden sexual and political passions
    following incomprehensible
    religious dogmas following Gods
    that clearly do not exist

    the inhabitants are just on the verge
    of developing intergalactic travel
    and the galactic empire
    is worried that they will be driven
    to try to conquer the rest of the universe

    driven by their needs to impose
    their religious dogma
    the planet is divided into large tribal groups

    governed by corrupt elites
    corrupt businesses destroying the planet
    in pursuit of profit

    and the locals are little more
    than wage slaves
    barely making a living
    addicted to alcohol, drugs gambling
    pornography and illicit sex

    and their main land
    is ruled by a clearly delusional madman
    intent on poking a fight
    with all his alleged enemies

    Dora assumed the appearance
    of a character from TV
    and will pose as a journalist
    trying to make sense
    of it all

    but she was afraid
    that she if found out
    could face the worst consequence

    her ship crash lands
    and she is outside
    the capital

    of the non empire empire
    called the United State of America

    Dora gets her crew together
    and walks into the city
    staring at all the strange sights
    as the monkeys go about
    their daily activities

    she stops at a restaurant
    tries the coffee
    the chief drug of choice

    and is instantly addicted
    wow no wonder
    these people are crazed

    she tries the local booze
    and smiles
    perhaps she could

    become an intergalactic merchant
    introducing the world
    to the galaxy

    her thought are interrupted
    as a mad man armed
    with weapons of war

    bursts in and starts shooting
    yelling at people

    and she is shot dead
    the authorities
    are shocked

    when they recover the body
    and realize
    that she is not a human
    as she reverts other original
    form

    sort of a giant feline like creature
    two legs and arms
    and clearly from an advanced
    civilization given her gear

    what was she doing
    no one knew
    as all the aliens
    died in the gun blaze

    the world is shocked
    at what had happened

    and fearful that the aliens
    were coming to invade
    their world

    the galactic senate
    decides to contain
    the humans

    declaring them
    a threat to the galactic  civilization

    and the humans vow
    to discover the secrets
    of interstellar travel
    and travel to her land

    to enter into business arrangements
    and spread the one truth faith
    to the heathen space aliens

    thus ended Dora’s excellent adventure
    in the crazed world at the edge
    of known civilization

    Mocking Faces Staring at Me

    Mocking faces
    hunting my dreams much
    Hundreds of faces
    morphing into one
    after another

    Faces I knew
    The dead
    and the living

    women I knew
    friends I missed
    enemies I did not

    One after another
    Marching in my room
    Staring at me

    I tried to run
    They laughed

    They said
    that there’s nowhere
    to escape my cosmic fate

    My time is coming
    prepare yourself
    the grim reaper
    has your name

    and once he has your name
    your fate is sealed
    and you will soon
    join us

    whether in heaven
    or hell
    is not for us to say

    be warned though
    you will be judged
    and no one can escape
    their cosmic karmic fate stop just going

    a wild man sits in a gilded cage

    man in gilded Cage
    man in cage

    a wild man sits in a gilded cage
    a cage made out of chains of his wife’s love

    a cage made out of chains of his wife’s love
    the wild man yearning to be free from his cage

    the wild man yearning to be free from his cage
    wondering how and why he was now tamed

    wondering how and why he was now tamed
    dreaming dark wild dreams of demented freedom

    dreaming dark wild dreams of demented freedom
    the wild man looks about his prison cage

    the wild man looks about his prison cage
    wondering whether he will ever be free

    wondering whether he will ever be free
    a wild man sits in a gilded cage

    2019 The Last Year of America’s Greatness

    2019 was the last year of America
    when the proverbial chickens came home

    when the proverbial chickens came home
    to strut about the decaying landscape

    to strut about the decaying landscape
    as the world begins to burn and die

    as the world begins to burn and die
    led by the mad great leader and his merry men

    led by the mad great leader and his merry men
    the whole world lay in shock and awe

    the whole world lay in shock and awe
    at the destruction of the America they knew

    at the destruction of the America they knew
    when the proverbial chickens came home sources

    Poetry Drawer: Insanity Lives by Jake Cosmos Aller

    Why the thing killed itself
    While the slaves closed in to eat
    The cannibals or yes no quite indeed
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    The death
    The reason
    The dream

    The dream the dream remains
    They are coming coming
    To get me
    I know too much

    I will not tell they will not believe
    OK they can’t think they can only screw

    Dark the thumb
    the race cards tell us all
    The death of God
    Killed in a drunken fit
    That is my story

    I killed god

    They snare us while we sleep
    They come for us while we sleep
    In a bed of golden fleas

    They are waiting
    In the archway of my house
    They are waiting outside

    I march to my doom
    Screaming with all my might.

    the End

     

     

     

     

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    Writing Practice 7 Day Challenge

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

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

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

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

    Click to enter your daily word count for DAY 1.

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

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

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

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

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

    Sit down.

    And just write.

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

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

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

    Happy writing!
    Joe

     

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

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

    The Human Zoo

    Human Zoo

    Word count 1,691

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

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

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

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

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

    .

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

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

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

    Mr Henderson then said

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

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

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

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

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

    The man in the black suit  said,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    Daily Poems

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

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

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

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

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

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

    at a certain hour in the morning
    until noon or so

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

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

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

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

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

    We usually converse over coffee
    In the morning

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    The feather on the grave

     

     

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

    Leaving behind a feather
    In tribute to the dead

     The corona ghosts demand to be heard

    President Trump
    Your 11 am is here

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

    Mr. Smith is ushered in.

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

    Who do you represent again?

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

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

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

    Welcome to hell my friend
    Welcome to Corona hell

     

    Day two Flash Fiction

    Congressman Jake Lee

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

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

    And he becomes famous for his witty “Jakecisms “

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

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

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

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

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

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

    Day Two Poems

    2020 the annus Horiblus comes to an End

     

    January

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

    First cases reported
    Cruise ship turned around
    China travel ban

    February

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

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

    March

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

    National lockdowns begin
    Unemployment craters
    Congress passes inadequate measures

    April

    On untested and dangerous treatments for the coronavirus

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

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

    May

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

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

    June

    When: Wednesday, June 17

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

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

    July

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

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

    August

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

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

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

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

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

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

    September

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

    October

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

    The October surprise
    Is that the president

    and the first lady
    All come down with COVID

    November

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

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

    December

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

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

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

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

    Landmark, lost nose

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

    Lonely Corona Christmas

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

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

    While the Corona ghosts
    Haunting our holiday celebrations

    The Fire Burns Out of Control

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

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

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

    my dreams
    my screams
    it seems
    my themes
    it deems

    Day Three

    Day Three flash fiction

    The Khan Take Over the World

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    But most of Africa reverts to a wilderness.

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

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

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

    Corona Christmas Morning

    corona
    corona

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

    Love Magnet

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

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

     At the Casino of the Damned

    indian casinos

     

     

     

     

    The dice tumbled
    the table leaned forward
    withheld breath.

    Watching the players
    Play at the casino
    Of the damned

    The winner gets a reprieve
    The losers  condemned
    To hell

    The winner rolls 6
    The lucky number
    To avoid the sentence

    Wish We Could Delete Last Year

     Wish we could delete
    Last Year

    Sam Adams Vs. the Social Cleansing Board

    the summons

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    the Permit Criteria

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

    For Males

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

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

    For Females

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

    For Aged People

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

    For all people, additional requirements applied.

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

    Sam’s Rating

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

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

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

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

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

    the Hearing

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

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

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

    Sam, what is your occupation?

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

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

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

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

    Are you white?

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

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

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

    Yes

    Do you still write?

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

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

    Do you go to church?

    No

    Do you believe in God?

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

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

    Do you drink?

    If I can find it yes

    Do you gamble

    Yes, when I can

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

    No, I do not.

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

    Next, please.

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

    Today’s Poems

    Dear Santa

     

     

    What I want for Christmas
    and for the new year too

    Is simply this
    Goodwill prevails

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

     My Love Beckons Me Haiku

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

     Humid Summer Days, Dry Winter Nights  Haiku

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

     World Economy Teters on the Edge Cherita

    The world economy

    Teters on the edge
    Declining Imports and exports

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

    Seeing the Cosmic Dog in the Morning Light

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

    Sighing and Gasping
    With baited breath

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

    Showing the face
    Of the Devine spirit
    Within the cosmic dog

     Always a good idea

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

    I said
    Always a good idea
    And we drank some more

     Falling in love
    With every sip

    As I looked at her
    And she looked at me

     The next glass of wine is for love,

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

    Day Five

    Reverend Jimmy Jones Launches the Christian Revolution

    Word count: 1776

     

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

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

     

    Reverend Jones addresses the campaign rally

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

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

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

     

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

     

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

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

    Everybody in the country would be rated as either

    A trusted true believer

    B trusted

    C wavering

    D hostile

    E so hostile that they must be eliminated

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

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

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

    Rev. Jones concluded,

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

     

    Day Six

     Ghost Trial 

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

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

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

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

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

    Unable to cope with her
    constant demands on me

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

    And numerous friends
    that have died
    Surround me reminding me

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

    And my sister too
    Chimes in

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

    Nightly these ghosts
    Will not let me be

    As I toss and turn
    And they fill my head

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

    Man plays games with his lover

    A man meets his lover
    in a bar

    Playing a game
    That they had played before

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

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

    She smiled
    Said she would give him
    What he wanted

    And they went
    to their apartment
    Made love until dawn

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

    I  drink a cup of hot cocoa

     

     

     

     

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

    Sitting by the creek

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

    Day Seven Flash Fiction

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

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

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

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

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

     

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

     

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

    Truly we were living in strange times.

     

    Time Poems

     

    2009 Berkeley Time Warp 

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    April 3

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

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

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

    And the merchants selling
    Tie die tea shirts
    And talking shit

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

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

    We would change the world
    And then Nixon came

    And the world turned ugly fast
    and furious

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

    But in Berkeley
    At Dwight and Telegraph

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

     Stockton Time Travel

     

     

     

     

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

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

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

    Except for Telegraph Avenue
    Which is always stuck in 1967.

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

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

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

    Berkeley 1975

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

     

     

     

     

     

     

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

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

    And Berkeley was already
    Such a diverse place

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

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

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

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

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

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

    We had tear gas days
    And we used to hang out

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

    And boy did we enjoy
    Cheap eats

    Ocsar’s Burgers
    Pizza
    Chinese food
    And hot dogs

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

    Life was interesting
    In that day

    And I will never
    Forgot

    The life lessons

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

    Berkeley Street Scene 2015

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

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    And a center for movies
    And the arts

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

    And boy is it still the mecca
    For good food

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

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

    Anywhere else in the U.S.

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

    And my first Mc Donalds
    And Burger King

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

    And who can forget
    Tilden Park

    Inspiration Point at sunrise
    And Wildcat canyon?

    One day while glazing at the sunset
    Over the bay bridge

    I declared that Berkeley was the center
    Of my universe

    So I end this love song
    To Berkeley California

    Truly the center
    Of this man’s universe

     Seoul 1979

     

    When I arrived in Seoul
    Back in the day in 1979

    Seoul was a grim city
    Big, polluted, overwhelming

    Filled with Koreans
    And nothing much to do

    Other than eat Korean food
    And drink Korean booze

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

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

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

    Just the fancy hotels
    The base and Itaewon

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

    And gradually became less grim
    Less forbidding

    And less foreigner unfriendly

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

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

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

     Seoul 2015

     

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    gathered together
    along with the young and hip
    Koreans

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

    Seoul has changed
    For the most part fo
    r the better

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

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

     

    Hope for the New Year Fan Story Haiku

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

     

    Images of Pearl Harbor

    Images of pearl harbor
    Still shocking
    After so many years

    A day that will live
    In infamy

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

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

    Still haunting me
    After all these years

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

    As the coronavirus
    Continues to surge
    Across the land

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

    Every day
    The invisible enemy
    Is here

    And our commander in chief
    Is AWOL

    Time to Stop

    Time to stop
    Imaging these images
    Of death

    All around me
    Memories of pearl harbor

    Memories of 9-11
    Images of COVID
    Ravaging the land

    Time to stop
    These images
    From haunting my life

    Blood Red Moon Over Ruins

     

     

     

     

     

     

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

     

    Ancient curse comes to Life

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

    Coffee Pot Mini Flash

    coffee
    coffee

     

     

     

     

     

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

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

     

    “You have a question about the coffee pot?”

     

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

     

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

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

    He has a cup and stands up and drops dead.

    A Man falls asleep underneath the clock

    A man falls asleep
    Beneath the ticking grandfather clock

    Underneath the Christmas tree
    Waiting for Christmas

    The End

     

     

     

     

  • Journal of Expressive Writing Updates

    Journal of Expressive Writing Updates

    More coronavirus poems published – Journal of Expressive Writing Updates

    coronavirus revised

    more coronavirus poems

    Corona Virus is Not God’s Punishment

    Christian Right on Corona

    CoronaVirus Poems

    Coronavirus Pandemic Thoughts

    the journal of expressive writing update: they will publish the following poems

    2021 Dawns – Haiku

    Visions of General Corona

    they previously published

    General Corona Cried
    General Corona Appears in a Vision
    Total Success or Total Failure
    General Corona Says I Am Going to Mess You Up
    Dejavu All Over Again

    and I have included two additional poems, not published.

    Corona Ghosts Message for our Feckless Leaders
    Herman Cain Was His Name

    Journal of Expressive Writing Updates follow:

    Bokeh

    Journal of Expressive Writing will publish Dawns 21 Haiku. The previously published, “Vision of General Corona, “

    Dawns 21 Haiku

    2020
    2020

    Politics are still uncertain.

    thousands still are dying.

    2021Dawns

    The New president offers.

    Hope new beginning.

    2021Dawns

    The Madness never ends it seems.

    Consuming us all

    2021Dawns

    The hope springs enterally

    We will overcome.

    2021Dawns

    35,000 lies.

    Fading like ghosts

    2021Dawns

    Politicians still lying.

    Thousands still dying.

    2021Dawns

    Coronavirus spreading

    More corona ghosts.

    2021Dawns

    There is new hope in the air.

    Will politics kill it?

    2021Dawns

    The news stills scream death and despair.

    I turn it all off

    2021Dawns

    As I wake up at dawn

    I see my sleeping wife.

    2021Dawns

    We wait for the coming fires.

    End of the world fears

    2021Dawns

    Q continues to spread hate.

    Millions still follow him.

    2021Dawns

    Will optimism and love?

    Overcome the hate.

    2021Dawns

    Many questions still remaining.

    I have no answers.

    2021Dawns

    With hope I leap out of my bed

    Watching TV kills hope

    2021Dawns

    Will this be the end of my days?

    Will I overcome it?

    2021Dawns

    2020 hangover

    Like a dark nightmare

    2021Dawns

    Politicians still refusing.

    To do anything

    2021Dawns

    The rich are still getting richer.

    The poor remain poor.

    2021Dawns

    We hope the past will fade away.

    Into dark memories

    2021Dawns

    2021Dawns

    I wake up hoping for best.

    Dreading worst to come

    2021Dawns

    I am still alive, thank god.

    Filled with love for my wife.

    PROMPT—During Covid-19 …

    One day I was half napping

    Watching the President drone on

    About him being a wartime president

    battling an invisible army

    I beheld a vision of great terror

    I saw a huge black General Corona himself

    Dressed in Star Wars

    imperial black stormtrooper

    Robocop uniform

    Riding a black horse

    The black horseman

    From revelations

    Live and in living color

    And he took off his helmet

    And turned to me

    He screamed

    Death to all humans

    Addressing his invisible army

    Newly visible to me

    Millions of virus bots

    In imperial stormtrooper uniforms

    Carrying imperial ray gun weapons

    The virus bot army

    Joined in the battle cry

    Death to all humans

    Death to all humans

    All humans must die

    I woke up

    And turned off the TV

    And went for a walk

    To clear my head

    Of this vision,

    Of General Corona

    General Corona  Cried

    General Corona cried
    despite everything
    his armies were being defeated
    the stupid humans got smart
    and masked up

    total Success or Total Failure

    corona virus
    corona virus

    The President’s Son-in-law declares
    that the government’s response
    to the coronavirus
    has been a total success

    as the government
    step up to the plate
    to fight the virus from hell

    I have to wonder
    on what planet
    does the words

    total failure
    becomes a total success?

    Are we living in a bizarro world
    Where everything
    Means the opposite

    Do words no longer
    Have any connection
    To underlying reality

    Can we tell a lie
    From the truth anymore?

    For his statement
    Is impossible to be
    Anything other than the opposite

    His total success is everyone’s total failure
    As 450,000 American Corona ghosts
    Will attest

    just more verbal diarrhea
    from our dear leader

    And his cult-like followers
    And corrupt court jesters

    Corona fever – I am going to mess you up, Dude!

    corona testing
    corona testing

    In this day and age of temperature testing
    Everywhere one goes
    It is important to remember what the tests mean
    And what they don’t mean

    First temperature tests are a crude instrument
    All it is saying is that you are sick
    Dude with something bad

    Could be the flu
    Could be the dreaded corona
    Could be malaria, yellow fever
    Zika or many terrible things

    But whatever dude,

    you got temperatured
    And it is high

    so dude, just deal with it
    So stay away from here
    Until you are better
    Test negative for the dreaded Corona
    Or die of it

    That is all it means
    And many people pass it
    And many have it
    And many people will spread it
    Even though they are temperatured
    Clear negative good to go
    And free of the fever

    For the sad reality
    Is that the fever comes
    Near the end

    And what is means
    Is that the mean old general corona
    Has a message for yah

    It goes like this

    Dude, you got a fever
    And you know it ain’t the flu
    Ain’t dengue, malaria

    or yellow fever
    Or Zika or any other strange tropical disease

    It is the dreaded Corona
    It means that I your general
    Has grabbed you
    And I am going to mess you up

    So when you get c virus dude
    You will wish you were dead
    You will ache all over

    Have pain from hell
    And you will cough
    Up a storm

    Maybe even rush to the ER
    Be told
    Ain’t no room for ya
    You damn fool

    Go home to die
    Or wait outside
    Until we can see yah

    We don’t care any more
    Dude!
    You are now just a damn
    Statistical number
    Potential death number 51000 today

    And you will beg me
    To release you
    To send you to your maker
    God or the devil is waiting
    Grimm reaper has your number

    And you know what
    I might do that
    Or I might just say
    You will live

    And walk away
    And my minions will infect
    Yet another foolish dude
    Not wearing a mask

    And so it goes
    Nothing political
    I don’t care who you are
    Who you voted for

    And the blood of Jesus
    buddha or any other god
    Won’t save your sorry ass

    As they say
    Dude your ass is mine
    And I am the lawnmower

    Yeah dude
    When I get my hands on yah
    It means I am going to have my fun

    Dude, it means I am going
    to mess you up
    And your loved ones
    And your cute cousin

    And that girl you’ve been crushing on
    Particularly if you know kissed her
    Yeah way to go dude
    Spread me around
    I love it dude !

    But don’t fret
    Dude, it ain’t personal
    Hell no, is just ya know
    it’s a virus thing
    You would not understand
    Just the sort of thing I do ya know

    Dejavu All Over Again

    masked woman
    masked woman

    Looking at the news
    As the virus spreads
    Out of control
    With no end in sight

     

     

     

    Back in April
    Hospitals begged for relief
    From a lack of PPD
    And equipment etc

    And for a few weeks
    It seemed we were fine
    But we failed to prepare
    For the continuation of the pandemic

    And our stockpile has been overwhelmed
    Our hospitals are overwhelmed
    And it could have been prevented
    If our leaders had kept up

    Stockpiling for the inevitable second wave
    Even as the first wave has yet
    To reach its peak
    So I say
    It is all dejavu all over again

    And two bonus poems just written today

      150,000 Corona Ghosts Messages for Our Feckless Leaders

    500,000 Corona ghosts
    Have a message
    For our feckless leaders

    Their voices crying out
    In the corona winds
    That are sweeping the world

    Led by the implacable enemy
    General Corona
    And his army of virus bots

    The corona ghosts cry out
    Why Mr. President
    Can’t you take responsibility

    And apologize to the world
    For the mess you made
    Due to your incompetence

    Why Mr. president
    Do you continue to listen to quacks
    Whether than your own experts

    And why dear God
    Don’t you mask up
    Right now?

    Mr. President
    Why can’t you get
    The senate to get off
    Their proverbial buts

    And deliver Corona relief
    To those fortunate
    To still be alive

    And Mr. President
    The way things are going
    We may see you soon
    As you too may become
    Just Another Corona Ghost

    Herman Cain was his Name

    Herman Cain was his name
    Being President of Godfather Pizza
    That was his name
    And his claims to flame

    He ran his company with pizzaz
    Being famous for being famous
    Knew all the right people
    Did the right thing

    But still on that date
    He met his fate

    And became
    Just one of the 500,000 Corona Ghosts

    Ghosts in the corona winds
    That are sweeping the land
    Killing people left and right

    As General Corona marches forward
    With his army of virus bots
    Infecting everyone they met

    And in the end
    It did not matter
    Who Herman Cain was

    He became just
    Another
    Corona Ghost

    Herman Cain, US ex-presidential candidate, dies after contracting Covid

    Republican presidential hopeful Herman Cain speaks at a conference in 2011Image copyrightREUTERS

    Herman Cain, the Republican pizza chain CEO who ran for president in 2012, has died after contracting Covid-19.

    Mr. Cain, 74, was hospitalized after being diagnosed with the disease earlier this month.

    “Herman Cain – our boss, our friend, like a father to so many of us – has passed away,” a message posted on his official website said.

    Mr. Cain, who in 2006 survived late-stage colon cancer, is one of the best-known US victims of Covid-19.

    His social media accounts had been providing regular updates on his condition. On 7 July, a post from his Twitter account said “doctors are trying to make sure his oxygen levels are right”.

    “This is a tough virus,” it said. “Please continue praying.”

    Mr. Cain appeared without a mask at a rally held by President Donald Trump in Tulsa, Oklahoma, on 20 June.

    They admitted him to the hospital with coronavirus on 1 July, though it is unclear when or where he caught the infection.

    The president paid tribute to Mr. Cain on Thursday at the White House, saying: “He was a very special person… and unfortunately he passed away from a thing called the China virus.”

    Who was Herman Cain?

    Born in Tennessee to a father who worked three jobs as a janitor, chauffeur, and barber, and a mother who worked as a servant, Mr. Cain studied for a degree in maths and a master’s in computing.

    He worked variously as a Baptist minister, a radio talk show host, and as an entrepreneur.

    Mr. Cain was an advocate of a flat tax system – his 9-9-9 plan – and ran for office after a stint as CEO of Godfather’s Pizza.

    During his run, he told reporters he would not stand for any “gotcha questions”.

    “And when they ask me who is the president of Ubeki-beki-beki-beki-stan-stan, I’m going to say you know, I don’t know. Do you know?”

    He initially proved popular, but later found himself at the center of a number of sexual harassment allegations.

    Although he denied the accusations against him, his popularity soon suffered, and he suspended his campaign. Mitt Romney later became the Republican candidate in an unsuccessful race against President Barack Obama’s bid for a second term in office.

    Mitt Romney and Herman Cain (R) at the CNN GOP National Security debate in 2011Image copyrightREUTERS
    Image captionMitt Romney and Herman Cain both stood as Republican candidates

    In 2019, Mr. Trump sounded him out to sit on the Federal Reserve Board, but he withdrew his nomination after several Republican senators refused to back his appointment.

    Mitt Romney was also among those paying tribute to Mr. Cain.

    “Saddened that Herman Cain – a formidable champion of business, politics, and policy – has lost his battle with Covid,” he wrote on Twitter.

    Former employee Dan Calabrese also praised Mr. Cain’s legacy.

    “Most people heard of Herman for the first time when he ran for president in 2011. What they didn’t know was his business background,” he wrote on Mr. Cain’s official website.

    “They didn’t know how he had started his career as a civilian employee of the Navy. It was funny to us because sometimes political pundits portrayed him as kind of a goof – not understanding that during his time working for the Navy, he was literally a rocket scientist.”

    Mr. Cain had enjoyed good health in recent years, Mr. Calabrese wrote but added that the previous diagnosis with cancer meant “he was still in a high-risk group” in the current pandemic.

    the end

     

     

  • more corona poems published

    more corona poems published

     Writer Egg Magazine in Bristol, England has published some more of my Corona Virus poems.

    corona virus revised
    Corona Virus is Not God’s Punishment
    Corona Ghosts

    Corona Virus Poems
    Corona Virus Pandemic Thoughts

    corona virus poems google search

    Index

    Corona Virus Stalks Me
    News is still grim
    Mad Mask Fears  -content tracing Dante Inferno  Canto one Line 1 to 3
    Wearing a Mask is not a political statement
    General Corona Leads His Troops Into Battle, crown of sonnets
    Corona Ghosts Stalk the President

    Corona Virus Stalks Me

     

     

    the dreaded corona virus
    led by the demented general Corona
    seems to be stalking me
    everywhere I go

    images of the dead
    come to life
    accusing me of something
    as they fade in and out of view

    ghostly images fill\ my fogged up glasses
    as i walk down the street
    hidden deep inside my masks

    and I fear everyone
    which is of course
    part of the corona virus’s
    evil’s plan
    to drive us all mad
    sending us to hell

    News is still grim

    cnn logo
    cnn logo

    watching the daily news
    the constant doom and gloom
    makes me want to cry

    and    hide   away

    waiting

    waiting

    waiting

    for the end of the news
    and a return to normal

    but that seems
    like a distant dream

    perhaps it is our fate
    perhaps it will be over

    perhaps it will never
    be over

    and the news drones
    on
    and
    on

    and
    on

    overwhelming
    me

    with
    cosmic
    dread

    Mad Masks Fears Corona Sonnet Form

    no masks
    no masks

     

    I don’t understand
    this fear of wearing a mask
    somehow making you weak

    that wearing a mask
    is a political statement

    “Midway upon the journey of our life
    I found myself with a forest dark
    for the straightforward pathway had been lost”

    THE  THOUGHT COMES      TO MIND

    WHAT        IS      WRONG     WITH          THESE       PEOPLE

    ALL

    LOST

    THEIR

    MINDS

    content tracing Dante Inferno  Canto one Line 1 to 3

    Wearing a Mask is not a political statement

    masked woman
    masked woman

     

     

     

     

     

    to my friends in America
    and around the world
    to those who think
    that somehow the corona virus
    only infects other people
    that it is all a liberal hoax
    overblown
    nothing more than a bad flu
    and nothing to do with me
    demanding that we all go
    back to work

    what is wrong with you?
    have you lost your humanity?
    will millions have to die
    so you can have a Big Mac?
    so you can have a Big Mac
    and a beer
    whenever you damn please

    and no one can tell you
    please wear a mask
    have you lost all reason
    is it all now
    about owning the dems
    and the damn libtards
    is there any thing left
    in your cold greedy heart?

    and you still proclaim
    that you are Christian
    as you violate all the Christian principles
    what would Jesus do

    what would Jesus do
    what does the bible say
    we should do
    in the midst of this pandemic
    is it the Christian thing to do
    to let millions of people die
    did not Christ talk about love
    compassion and mercy
    would not Jesus
    wear a mask
    to protect himself
    and others
    from this ravaging disease
    that does not care

    who you are
    who you voted for
    which church you go to
    and Jesus and God
    are not there
    watching all of us
    as the virus spreads

    it will affect you
    sooner or later
    and when it does
    perhaps if you had worn
    a mask
    you might have prevented
    a few more people
    have died

    a few more people
    including your grandfather
    grandmother
    friend
    relative might be alive
    if you were not such
    a self- centered person
    and I appeal to you my friend
    to grow up, become a member
    of the human race again

    also published in Plethora Magazine in India

    General Corona Leads His Troops Into Battle, crown of sonnets

    corona
    corona

    General Corona leads his forces across the world
    riding on a black horse
    from out of the Apocalypse
    ride the four horsemen
    which are let loose upon the world

    He leads his forces across the world
    into battle as the leader of his evil forces
    The enemy of humanity

    General Corona he does not care
    nor does his virus minions care
    about your nationality he does not care
    about your politics he does not care
    or your wealth or who you are
    for all you are nothing but humanity

    the corona general sees humanity
    as nothing but hosts for his virus army
    chanting death to humanity
    until his evil army
    sweeps throughout the world
    throughout the world
    and millions must die

    it is the will of the general all must die
    and it is the end of the world
    or perhaps the beginning of a new world
    filled with hope and love through out the world
    humanity comes alive throughout the world
    fighting back against the virus army
    peace, love and compassion defeats the army
    and general corona will finally himself die

    Corona Ghosts Haunting the President

    corona virus
    corona virus

    The corona ghosts are angry
    Watching the news every day
    In limbo land

    The corona ghosts decide
    To pay the president a visit
    To show him the humans
    Who have died

    Due to his incompetence
    And lack of leadership
    175,000 Corona ghosts
    Descend upon the white house

    At midnight
    And surround the president
    Screaming at him

    Saying look at me
    Look at me

    You did this
    You did it
    You Mr. President

    You are not the smartest man
    In the world
    Far from it

    It is all on you
    And you will soon
    Be joining us

    Be afraid
    Your time is up
    General corona
    Is on the march

    And he has you
    In his sights

  • Corona Ghosts

    Corona Ghosts

    175,000 Corona Ghosts

    Subterranean Blues will publish my poem, “Waiting for the Grim Reaper’s Decision”

    I sent them the following poems as well

    The Bombs that Took Her Away
    175,000 Corona Ghosts Message to our LeadersHerman Cain was his Name

    the Meaning of Life

    Waiting for the Grim Reaper’s Decision

     

     

     

     

    One night
    After falling
    into a deep sleep

    I woke up<
    standing in a long line
    with people
    of all nationalities
    dresse in black uniforms

    I look up
    and see a giant Screen
    showing scenes
    from past lives

    I ask the person
    in front of me
    where was I

    he merely grunted
    and pointed to a sign
    The sign said in multiple languages

    No talking
    No smoking
    No eating
    No sleeping

    Be patient
    Your turn for judgement
    Will be soon

    no one can escape their fate
    For this is your judgement date

    A punk rock band
    Was playing
    Screaming out
    No sleeping

    No eating
    No talking
    Beware

    Be afraid
    Be very afraid
    The hour is getting late

    God is on the make
    The devil is on the take

    No one can escape their fate
    For this is your judgement date

    I watched the various condemned
    Walking to the front of the room

    Step by step
    When they got
    to the front of the room

    They were shoved into a chair
    And strapped to a machine

    And the grim reaper
    Would bark out a few questions

    Then their live would flash by
    On the screen
    Then the screen
    would flash

    A simple symbol
    either a green light
    A red light
    A yellow light
    or a black light
    would appear

    and the grim reaper
    Would pronounce sentence
    In the language of the person
    In front of him

    Then sentence pronounced
    The body would disappear

    And the grim reaper
    Would bark out

    Next
    Soon it was my turn

    The grim reaper barked out

    name: John (Jake) Cosmos Aller
    Date and place of birth
    October 30, 1955 Oakland, California

    There is a discrepancy here
    Your birthday is listed twice
    as either October 29
    Or October 30

    Which is the real date?

    The 30th

    Fine
    And he pointed
    his hand held computer

    And I saw my life flash by
    30 seconds later
    The screen flashed green

    Congratulations
    You have been given a reprieve

    And will be returned to your life
    But with a warning
    Your time is limited
    As is it
    For all of you

    Make the most of it
    Someone upstairs has marked
    Your file
    For positive review

    for the next date
    when you will meet your fate
    Good luck

    I asked
    How much time do I have
    He smiled

    No one is allowedTo knows the date
    That they are scheduled
    To meet their fate

    That information is classified
    Q level top secret ultra
    Only St. Peter’s knows
    And he does not tell me
    Anything

    You have no need to know
    And neither of us
    Are cleared for that

    So just go back
    And make the most
    Of the time you have

    The sun was coming up
    I looked at my wife
    The love of my life

    And vowed to make
    Every moment count
    Until my next date
    With the grim reaper

    175,000 Corona Ghosts Message to our Leaders

     

    1750,000 Corona ghosts
    Have a message
    For our feckless leaders

    Their voices crying out
    In the corona winds
    That are sweeping the world

    Led by the implacable enemy
    General Corona
    And his army of virus bots

    The corona ghosts cry out
    Why Mr. President
    Can’t you take responsibility
    And apologize to the world

    For the mess you made
    Due to your incompetence

    Why Mr. president
    Do you continue to listen to quacks
    Whether than your own experts

    And why dear God
    Don’t you mask up
    Right now?

    Mr. President
    Why can’t you get
    The senate to get off
    Their proverbial buts

    And deliver Corona relief
    To those fortunate
    To still be alive?

    And Mr. President
    The way things are going
    We may see you soon
    As you too may become
    Another Corona Ghost

    Herman Cain Was his Name

    Herman Cain was his name
    Being President of Godfather Pizza
    That was his name
    And his claims to fame

    He ran his company with pizzaz
    Being famous for being famous
    Knew all the right people

    Did the right thing
    But still on that date
    He met his fate

    And became
    Just one
    of the 150,000 Corona Ghosts
    Ghosts in the corona winds

    That are sweeping the land
    Killing people left and right

    As General Corona marches forward
    With his army of virus bots
    Infecting everyone they met

    And in the end
    It did not matter
    Who Herman Cain was

    He became just
    Another
    Corona Ghost

    the Meaning of Life

    Sometimes I contemplate
    The meaning of life
    And the central mystery
    That still haunts my life

    The fairy tale romance
    That overwhelmed me
    38 years ago

    When I met my fate
    On that august date

    I still do now know
    How and why
    I had the dream

    All I know
    Is that she came
    To me in a dream

    And then walked into my life
    And became my wife

    But I sill don’t know the meaning
    Of life itself

    All I know
    Is that I married
    The women of my dreams

    And that has made
    All the difference

    based on my true love story. For details see “Dream Girl” on my blog, “the world according to cosmos

    the END

  • Raven Cage Publishes Poems

    Raven Cage Publishes Poems

    Raven Cage has published the following poems:

    Failure is not an option

    My failures
    Total Success or Total Failure
    Dejavu All Over Again
    General Failure Reading Disk Drives

    corona virus revised

    Raven Cage Publishes Poems

    Failure is Not an Option

    weasel words

    Failure is not an option
    Is a weasel word

    Weasel words
    Are Orwellian words
    Designed to shut down
    Rational thought

    And ironically
    these words

    “Failure is not an Option”
    usually accompanied by macho posturing
    and false bravado
    and extreme hubris

    Often leads to spectacular failure
    Because logically speaking
    Failure is always an implied option

    as is the null hypothesis of doing nothing
    nothing at all and let the status quo
    remain the stars quo

    Leaders need to look at all options
    Including what to do
    If they fail to achieve their goals
    or doing nothing at all

    They must have a plan
    To learn from their failures

    If not following the dictates
    The false macho posturing
    That failure is not an option
    Will often lead to the feared failure

    On Failure

    They say that failure
    Is the best teacher of all

    And I have learned
    from the proverbial
    school of hard knocks

    So much from my failures
    And I have failed so much
    In my life

    But I have gotten better
    Stronger and wiser
    and am a much better person
    Because I have failed

    And embraced my failures
    Failed first grade
    Almost failed math and physics
    Failed music college

    Almost failed statistics in college
    and graduate school
    just don’t have a mathematical mind

    Almost failed my life
    in the Peace Corps
    Dealing with Typhoid

    Almost failed my job
    when I was in Bangkok

    Almost failed my life
    In the hospital for almost a year
    battling a mutant staph MDR infection
    from hell

    and an acute GI infection
    that almost killed me
    later battled dengue fever

    Almost failed to learn Spanish
    Failed as a visa chief in Spain

    And throughout my failures
    There is one thing I learned

    With the support of my wife
    And my friends

    I can and will overcome
    everything that
    life throws at me

    and become even stronger
    wiser and a better person

    because I have overcome
    and learned from
    my failures

    Dejavu All Over Again

     

    masked woman
    masked woman

    Looking at the dismal news
    As the virus spreads
    Out of control

    With no end in sight
    Back in April
    Hospitals begged for relief
    From a lack of PPD
    And equipment etc

    And for a few weeks
    It seemed we were fine
    But we failed to prepare

    For the continuation of the pandemic
    And our stockpile has been overwhelmed
    Our hospitals are overwhelmed

    And it could have been prevented
    If our leaders had kept up
    Stockpiling for the inevitable second wave

    Even as the first wave has yet
    To reach its peak

    So I say
    It is all dejavu all over again

    General Failure Reading Disk Drive

    My computer loves
    Spitting out error messages
    Written like haiku

    Mysterious messages
    Hard to understand
    only computer geeks
    can follow

    My favorite has always been

    General Failure Reading Disk drive

    The question comes to mind
    Who is this General Failure

    And why is reading my disk drive
    Anyway?

    the End

  • corona virus revised

    corona virus revised

    Corona Virus Revised

    these are some of my corona virus poems written earlier in the year and revised accordingly.  Please see More Corona virus for the latest corona virus collection.  And remember to stay safe!!!!!

    more corona virus poems

    Wearing a Mask Controversy

    Cosmos 2020 April Poetry Part Two

    Cosmos’s 2020 April Poetry Part One

    Older Poems

    the Virus from Hell is amused
    End of the World
    Every Day I Turn on the News *
    Irony Meters Blow Gaskets
    Chaos *
    Corona Virus Fears Tanka
    My Phobias Overwhelm Me
    Fear Fills the Air
    More Trouble Every Day
    Trouble Every Day Frank Zappa
    The Torture Never Stops – Frank Zappa
    by pass the alarms spreading across the land
    corona cinqku
    Taking a Walk in the Corona Era
    A lone man stands in an empty parking lot
    empty parking lot
    It is a hell of a world we live in ain’t it?
    Pause for a moment amidst the media madness
    I feel as if the whole world needs to be cancelled
    The Virus King Cried *
    Bring out your dead
    the Virus Came From Hell
    The Delivery System of the Virus is Round
    the corona virus is testing us all
    The call goes out
    the four horse men ready to ride
    nature spirits revolt agains humanity
    Last Human on Island
    corona virus Haiku
    hell
    Bring Out Your Dead
    death comes knocking
    be afraid afraid
    The Virus Came From Hell
    Hope Springs Eternal in our Winter of our Discontent
    the Virus King Has Arrived
    Kimchi Blues
    Humor keeps us sane
    Peacock Speaks
    Iguana Talks to humanity
    To all the friends I am about to loose
    corona fears
    quarantine blues
    I Wish for Peace During this time of crisis
    Ten million stories in the Naked City
    The Mist from Hell Descends on the land
    Conversation with the Gods About Corona Virus
    Under the canopy of the pine trees we lay –
    corona fears
    to those I have lost
    We live in an Orwellian world
    새영 지마 saeyeong jima  plays out in life
    corona virus tanka
    The best meal of my life
    corona virus haiku
    White Flower spring Time Haiku
    Woman releases balloons of hope
    life interrupted by corona
    Saudade for friends I have lost
    The end of the world news depresses me

     

     

    the Virus from Hell is amused

     

    corona virus

    corona virus

    the Virus from Hell is amused
    laughing at the world’s panicked reaction
    as it marches through the world unabated
    infecting everyone in its wake

    as the world awaits its fate
    the virus smiles he ain’t no fake
    he is the real deal
    he is death itself

    he is the end of the world
    the grim reaper is smiling
    god is silent as usual

    the world’s leaders
    dither and dater
    as the economy craters
    everyone hoping that God
    will save them

    the virus does not care
    insults and orders do not work
    the virus simply does its virus thing

    infecting everyone it encounters
    and thousands will die
    equal opportunity offender

    killing the rich and the poor alike
    but more poor people
    just so many more poor people
    than the few billionaires

    the virus smile
    his work is done
    and mankind is doomed

    so be it the virus thinks
    that is the way of the world
    and the virus is the new king
    of the world

    End of the World

    corona viruscorona virus

    end of world
    the fears world-wide
    soon find us dead
    bring out the dead
    will the dead die

    death lies here there
    there goes here
    as death here comes
    soon here death comes

    Every Day I Turn on the News

     

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    published in Spillwords

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    every day I turn on the news
    nothing but news about the virus
    the virus from hell

    the world is filled with fear
    and my anxiety levels rise

    every time I turn on the news
    oh my god I say
    we are all going to die

    and I am so afraid
    afraid of everyone
    afraid of everything

    dreading the latest news
    and nothing relieves my fear

    I watch the world
    loosing its collective mind
    wondering how much more of this
    can  we all take

    I scream out
    Dear God save us all
    god is silent as usual

    and so I realized
    we are doomed

    perhaps it is the end times
    perhaps not

    I turn off the TV
    try to stay calm

    hoping the madness
    will not overwhelm us all

    Irony Meters Blow Gaskets 

    donald trumpdonald trump

    the Irony meter gasket
    is blown again and again
    with every statement
    of our chaos president

    and his endless surrogates
    promoting the latest Presidential
    on spot guidance by our great leader
    that must be true

    because our dear leader
    says it is so

    The President accuses his democratic rival
    of being senile and needs to be in home
    and will be run by his radical left allies

    and the right wing media
    echoes the presidential absurd comments
    refusing to acknowledge
    that the president himself
    is rapidly fading into dementia

    and his radical right cronies
    are looting the government
    driving out expertise
    even in the midst of pandemic

    Oh  yeah the irony meters
    are blowing gaskets
    every single day

    Chaos

     

    trump clown in chieftrump clown in chief

    the world descends into chaos
    as our world leaders
    led by the chaos president

    are overwhelmed
    by the smallest
    enemy of all

    a simple virus
    straight out of hell
    blows through the crumbling
    third world public health infrastructure

    living proof of the decline of America
    and no one is prepared
    and panic ensures
    with every Presidential tweet

    as people don’t believe
    a word he says
    conspiracy rumors spread
    everyone believes their own reality

    as the world spins out of control
    the chaos king is in his element
    convince that only he knows
    the deal
    and everyone else
    is iust a bit player
    in the reality show
    that he presides over

    and so the rest of us
    hunker down
    just hoping for the best
    as the panic and
    chaos spreads faster
    than the virus

    are we doomed
    can we survive
    will God save us?
    he is silent as always

    Corona Virus Fears Tanka

     

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    Corona virus
    lurking fears all around me
    we all will die
    the TV screaming nonstop
    Must be afraid be afraid

    My Phobias Overwhelm Me

     

    covid 19 spreadcovid 19 spread
    lately I have become scared
    of everything
    the news scares me, the corona virus scares me, the presidential race scares me, fears of gun men in the street, terrorism, fears of getting sick, fears of dogs, fears of other people, fear of loosing money, fears of becoming demented old man, lost in his nightmares on the street just another invisible homeless bum in the end of his life
    all these phobias overwhelm me
    time to walk away from my fears
    and realize
    it will be alright
    everything will be alright
    As long as I have you
    by my side

    Fear Fills the Air

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    watching the news
    CNNMSNBCFOXBBCKOREANNEWSJAPANESENEWSBLOOMBERABCCBSNBCGOOGLEAPPLEREUTERSAPIRUSSIANTVCHINESTVFRENCHTV
    blather on and on

    the world is ending
    pandemic is coming

    we are going to die
    and the fear grows
    and the restrictions grow

    travel comes to stop
    the economy comes to  a stop

    everyone is so afraid
    our leaders fret
    say that everything is fine
    as the world enters

    the second great depression
    and we are faced
    with the reality
    all over the world

    idiots in high places
    the masters of the universe
    are in charge

    the internet spreads
    the wildest rumors
    must be true

    I read it on the internet
    the truth is lost
    in the shuffle

    no one believes anyone
    everything thinks
    that they know
    it is all a conspiracy

    the thought comes to mind
    we are all so ’S….
    end of the world
    is upon us

    is this the best we can get?

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    watching the news
    one wonders

    how in this great country
    of ours

    335 million people
    among the most educated
    richest people in the world

    we can end up
    with such idiots in high places
    running out country?

    these idiots in charge
    no disrespect intended

    both political parties
    all corporations
    and our institutions
    except maybe the military

    has been infected
    by this virus
    of epic incompetence
    greed and indifference
    to the general good

    who loudly constantly proclaim
    that they are Christians
    while violating
    all of Christ’s teachings

    Jesus if he came back
    would scream out
    I am not Christian

    it is all about me
    and mine

    and you can go
    to hell
    if you dare to disagree

    and so we tweet and titter
    and watch the news
    reading the latest rumors
    and I wonder

    if there is a god
    or if there is a devil
    and are we overwhelmed
    by the dismal news

    why can’t we have better
    leaders
    better people
    in our leaders
    around the world

    has god abandoned us
    are we in hell
    or did god ever exist
    except in our fevered imagination

    will god save us all
    or will the world
    just go around the sun
    indifferent to our pleas?

    no answer
    must watch the news
    consumed by the need
    to see the latest news

    and so it goes
    and I wake up

    the sun is up
    and the nightmares
    fade away

    until I watch the news
    and the madness consumes
    us all again and again

    as the corona virus
    marches on and on
    consuming us all
    as the world falls apart

    these must be the end times
    I hope I will be raptured away
    even if I am not a Christian

    More Trouble Every Day

    The Old Zappa song plays
    on in my head
    every time I turn on the news

    and see more trouble every day
    no one can delay
    the trouble coming every day

    Frank Zappa died too soon
    before the horrors of the Trump era
    and the corona end of the world plague

    that he would have foreseen
    if he had lived on
    he was truly a prophet

    crying in the wildness
    while making money
    as an over night sensation

    as he saw the slime
    oozing out of the TV sets
    we will do what we are told
    for the rights to us have been sold

    And Jesus too
    has been sold
    to the highest bidder

    nothing but a business deal
    in America
    the land of the constant deal

    and so I turn off the TV
    and realize that

    the torture never ends
    the torture never ends

    Trouble Every Day

    more trouble every day  Frank Zappa

    Well I’m about to get sick
    From watchin’ my TV
    Been checkin’ out the news
    Until my eyeballs fail to see
    I mean to say that every day
    Is just another rotten mess
    And when it’s gonna change, my friends
    Is anybody’s guess
    So I’m watchin’ and I’m waitin’
    Hopin’ for the best
    Even think I’ll go to prayin’
    Every time I hear ’em sayin’
    That there’s no way to delay
    That trouble comin’ every day
    No way to delay
    That trouble comin’ every day
    Wednesday I watched the riot…
    I seen the cops out on the street
    Watched ’em throwin’ rocks and stuff
    And chokin’ in the heat
    Listened to reports
    About the whisky passin’ ’round
    Seen the smoke & fire
    And the market burnin’ down
    Watched while everybody
    On his street would take a turn
    To stomp and smash and bash and crash
    And slash and bust…

    The Torture Never Stops
    Frank Zappa

    torture never stops

    Flies all green and buzzin’
    In this dungeon of despair
    Prisoners grumblin
    Piss they clothes
    Scratch their matted hair
    A tiny light from a window-hole
    Hundred yards away
    That all they ever get to know
    ‘Bout the regular life in the day
    ‘Bout the regular life in the day
    Slime and rot and rats and snuck
    Vomit on the floor
    Fifty ugly soldier men
    Holdin’ spears by the iron door
    Stinks so bad, stones are chokin’
    Weepin’ greenish drops
    In the den where
    The giant fire puffer works
    And the torture never stops
    The torture never stops, torture
    The torture never stops
    The torture never stops
    Flies all green and buzzin’
    In this dungeon of despair
    An evil prince eats a steamin’ pig
    In a tumbers right near there
    In the chambers right near there
    He eats de snouts an trotters first!…

    by pass the alarms spreading across the land

    to bypass the alarms spreading across the land
    the circuit breakers are breaking down
    as the alarms go on and on
    with the end of the world
    the end days approaching
    spreading the alarm far and wide

    corona cinqku

    corona virus
    corona virus

    corona
    it came from hell
    we must be all prepared
    meet God

    Taking a Walk in the Corona Era

    peace forest
    peace forest

    every day I go for a walk
    in the spring time woods
    near my house

    braving the weather
    and the dreaded corona virus

    wearing masks and gloves
    keeping a distance
    from anyone we encounter

    that is life it seems
    in the era of the corona virus

    when will it end
    no one knows
    until then
    I will brave the viral threat

    and confront my fears
    and walk in the park

    with the love of my life
    my bride my wife
    by my side

    in these challenging times
    that is all we can do

    A lone man stands in an empty parking lot

    empty parking lot
    empty parking lot

    A lone man stands in an empty parking lot
    contemplating the new normal
    social distancing run amuck

    as fears of the corona super plague
    plague the land
    driving everyone inside

    sheltering in place
    afraid to go out
    afraid of the deadly c virus

    It is a hell of a world we live in ain’t it?

    two friends on a bench
    two friends on a bench

    It is a hell of a world we live in ain’t it?
    said the old man to me
    sitting on a bench
    in the park in the woods

    as we both sought shelter
    from the spreading chaos
    the pandemic swirling around us

    Yes I said
    standing up
    to enforce the proper distance
    between us

    don’t want to give the virus a chance
    to spread between us

    he smiled and said
    relax I already went through it
    I am fine and you will too

    Pause for a moment amidst the media madness

    Pause for a moment amidst the media madness
    All around us fears and chaos
    Unlike the end of the world approaching us
    Sadness overcomes us dooming us to our fate
    Every we go nothing but death awaits

    I feel as if the whole world needs to be cancelled

    I feel as if the whole world
    needs to be canceled
    due to rough times ahead
    due to the corona madness
    and the thread of pure craziness
    that it inspires in us all

    The Virus King Cried

    the virus king cried
    virus king cried

    the virus king smiled
    as the politicians lied
    saying that the end was near
    the virus king infected thousands more
    and killed hundreds of people

    the virus king sneered
    as people panicked
    and partied on the beach

    the virus king infected thousands more
    and killed hundreds of people

    the virus king laughed
    as the markets crashed
    millions became unemployed
    the virus king infected thousands more
    and killed hundreds of people

    the virus king roared
    as the world slid into chaos
    people turning on one another

    the virus king infected thousands more
    and killed hundreds of people

    the virus king smirked
    knowing that there was nothing
    that they could do to stop
    his army from infecting millions
    and killing thousands

    the virus King begin to realize
    that soon there would be no one left
    no one for his army to infect
    as everyone was dying

    the virus King yelled
    remaining defiant
    as civilization collapsed

    billions were infected
    millions died

    the Virus King at last cried
    when he saw that he was defeated
    as one by one
    people began to recover
    and his reign of terror came to an end

    Bring out your dead

    grimm reaper
    grimm reaper

    the call bring out your dead
    spreads around the world
    as millions die

    all over the world
    the virus has spread
    mutated and killed

    all over the world
    bring out your dead

    the mournful cries
    echoing in the wind
    of the dying cities

    mass starvation
    as no is working
    in the fields

    as more people die
    and the world spins
    around the sun
    with the politicians lying
    and the dead still dying

    as civilization dies
    and humanity flee
    into the wilderness
    chased by the killer virus
    straight down to hell

    the Virus Came From Hell

    coronavirus
    coronavirus

    the virus came from hell
    straight out of a mad lab
    born and raised in China
    the virus spread from Dinah
    all over to carolina

    it spread from the lab
    the mad virus of Hell
    was mad as hell at humans

    who it blamed for everything
    seeing itself as cleansing everything
    killing the world and everything
    revenge against humans

    perhaps virus came from God
    more likely came from Satan
    part of natures’ revenge

    all designed to avenge
    the damage to Stonehenge
    virus came from Satan

    The Delivery System of the Virus is Round

    cover 19 spread
    cover 19 spread

    the delivery system of the virus is round
    very simple system
    the virus spreads around
    and all must pay the price
    death and destruction

    the corona virus is testing us all

    the corona virus is testing us all
    is it a plague
    sent by God
    if we have faith
    will we recover

    or it is beyond our control
    the end of the world
    does god hear our prayers
    does god even exist

    the virus from hell
    spreads around the world
    and test our faith

    will god save us all
    I have no answer
    but perhaps if god exists
    we will recover
    from this plague
    from hell

    The call goes out

    the call goes out
    stay at home
    to beat the dreaded c virus
    will we live
    or all die?

    the four horse men ready to ride

     

    four horsemen
    four horsemen

    the end of the world is upon us
    as god unleashes the corona virus
    which is spreading across the land

    the four horse men are ready
    to begin their grim journey
    announcing the end of the world

    the white horse comes first
    offering peace and hope
    in the midst of death
    and despair

    the red horse rides second
    ushering in war
    throughout the world

    as nations turn on each other
    and civil war looms

    the Black Horse is ready
    unleashing famine
    on a starving world

    as people stay at home
    and food rots in the field

    no one is able
    to work any more
    as the virus kills more
    and more

    the pale horse rides last

    bringing death
    in his wake
    death all around us

    as the virus kills us all
    and civilization ends

    the four horse men
    have done their job

    the virus finishes its reign of terror
    and the few survivors
    beging to recover

    end of the world
    came and went
    and they are still alive
    thanks to God

    who remains silent
    as always

    nature spirits revolt agains humanity

    all around the world
    nature’s spirits
    are on the move

    the world is changing
    as the nature’s spirits
    rise up
    in revolt against humanity

    is this the end time
    is nature on revolt
    against humanity

    is this the end for us all
    will the virus kill us all
    will nature rise up
    and kill us all?

    Last Human on Island

    in the deep blue sea
    nothing there
    but death and destruction
    virus all around
    pandemic plague
    Apocalyptic views
    end of times
    death of civilization

    corona virus Haiku

     

    corona virus
    corona virus

    corona virus

    staying home
    waiting for death
    Afraid everything

    the virus came from hell

    the virus came from hell
    staying home waiting for death
    Afraid everything

    Bring Out Your Dead

    bring out your dead cries
    break out all over the world
    we are waiting death

    death comes knocking

    death comes knocking
    on our doorsteps tonight
    will God hear prayers

    be afraid afraid

    be afraid afraid
    Must be afraid every one
    Death is at our door

    The Virus Came From Hell

    the virus came from Hell
    ravaging the entire world
    all waiting for death

    from april 2020 Poems

    Cosmos’s 2020 April Poetry

    Wednesday April 1  Hope Springs Eternal in our Winter of our Discontent   writer’s digest prompt Posted

    corona virus
    corona virus

    Hope springs eternal in the winter of our discontent

    On the daily news that fills us with dread
    Perfect storm of hatred, fear and despair
    Everywhere we go nonstop fear broadcasted

    Despair fills my heart as I turn on the news
    Everywhere we are in the midst of the pandemic
    Simply put death is at hand

    Planning for the future yet waiting for death
    At worst we will all die not today but soon
    In the long term we are all dead

    Remembering the dead all around us
    yet I end this poem with a word of hope

    hoping for the best
    while preparing for the worst
    all I can do to stay sane
    as I await my fate

    on this dismal date
    April 1 is indeed
    April Fool’s date
    is that our fate
    this endless dance with death?

    and to end with a sign of hope
    I know that if I have you by my side
    I will survive I will survive
    until the end of time itself
    takes us to the other side

    based on writer’s digest daily April poetry month challenge to write a poem about hope

    the Virus King Has  Arrived

    poetry soup version is the Virus King has arrived = as poetry soup did not like the word “Hell”

    corona
    corona

    the virus from hell has arrived
    catching the world unprepared

    it erupted out of China
    then began its terrifying reign
    wiping out thousands of people
    destroying jobs and economies
    killing people left and right

    it seemed like something
    out of our worst nightmares
    but at least it was not
    the dreaded zombie flu
    perhaps that is next’s fall’s nightmare

    as the virus from hell
    prepares for a fresh assault
    to finish us all off

    second poem for april poetry month © 2 hours ago, john Cosmos Aller

      

    Thursday April 2 posting

    Kimchi Blues

    kimchi
    kimchi

    Oh yeah

    I got the kimchi blues
    every day since I first ate it
    back in the day

    long before i went to Korea
    ended up staying on in Korea
    after i retired from decade
    in the Foreign Service

    and ten years studying
    and living in Korea
    before I joined
    the Foreign Service

    When I first ate kimchi
    I was hooked
    sort of a spicier version

    of German sauerkraut
    which i loved on my top dog
    from Berkeley high school days

    then off to korea
    in the peace corps
    where I ate kimchi

    every day for every meal
    and eventually I woke up
    dreaming of kimchi and rice

    instead of pancakes and eggs
    then I knew
    that I had finally adjusted
    and was becoming half Korean

    and now I am a hopeless kimchi addict
    need to have my spicy kimchi
    which is so good for you

    perhaps even defeating the dreaded corona virus?
    who knows but I will be eating Kimchi
    until my day is done

    Friday April 3

    Humor keeps us sane

    Pensively prompt – unpublished

    corona virus
    corona virus

    it is a piece of what we need to do
    to prevent us from getting
    the dreaded corona virus
    coming up your nose

    Peacock Speaks

    peacock speaks
    peakcock speaks

    as the virus spreads
    around the world
    the peacock in the zoo
    speaks up

    talking on behalf
    of their fellow species
    he called upon humans
    to free them from their zoo prisons
    and let them be free

    before it was too late
    and humanity met their fate
    becoming a ghost in the wind

    creative talents unleashed prompt

    Iguana Talks to humanity

    iquana will miss human friends
    iguana will miss human friends

    the wise old Iguana
    woke from its nightmares
    of the end of the world

    as humanity faded away
    the iguana was scared
    but afraid of the future

    and he would miss
    his human friends

    creative talents unleashed prompt

    writing.com prompt daily dew april poems

    To all the friends I am about to loose

    over the years
    I have known so many people
    and now when the virus
    is spreading out around the world

    I will soon be hearing
    that this person has died
    and that person has died

    I will outlive many of my friends
    from around the world

    part of getting old
    something that I fear

    one day perhaps
    people will hear
    that jake has died

    and they will say
    that they barely knew me
    and wished that they had

    taken the time
    to become my friend
    Just as I think
    about all the friends

    i am about to loose
    to this killer virus
    running amuck

    writing.com prompt daily dew April poems

    corona fears

    covid 19 virus
    covid 19 virus

    corona
    the word fills us with dread
    spreading around the world today
    will we all survive this
    corona

    Saturday April 4

    quarantine blues

    quarantine
    quarantine

    Quarantine such an ugly word
    Unlike any other
    All at home
    Regardless of desires
    No where to go
    That is the worst part of it
    In fact enforced staying at home
    Not too bad
    Especially if I have you by my side

    Blues come over me
    Looking out the window
    Unable to go out
    Everyone everybody afraid
    Sums up my fearful fears

    poetry soup contest

    I Wish for Peace During this time of crisis

    I wish for peace and happiness
    during this time of despair
    pandemic fears all around us
    death stalking us daily

    I wish for health
    amid the carnage
    all around me

    I wish for leadership
    from our President
    from our governors
    and our congress

    and most importantly
    I wish that I will survive

    with my love at my side
    experiencing love
    in the time of corona

    Ten million stories in the Naked City

    there are a million stories
    every day in the naked city
    millions of people

    stripped naked
    to the bone
    staring down the dead
    the dead staring back

    in this time
    of pandemic
    the dead stare out at us

    mocking us
    as they leave the earth
    naked as when they arrived

    All poetry contest – write a naked poem

    The Mist from Hell Descends on the land

    the mist settles down on the land
    the mist covers us all
    the scent of death

    the grim reaper
    rides behind the miss
    infecting those around him

    the mark of death
    as the mist covers the land
    the end of the world
    comes with the mist from hell

    Conversation with the Gods About Corona Virus

     

    jehova
    jehova

    Rev. Jake ’s on-line sermon on the Corona Virus

    I am reverend Jake and I have a message from God

    Last night I had a vision from God
    it was his message to the world
    about this pandemic we are facing

    I found myself in a large room
    Jehovah, God, was sitting in the middle
    surrounded by the other Gods
    they were all there

    Jesus on his right
    Allah on his left
    Buddha behind him

    Ganesh, Shiva, Kali
    Mohammed, Joseph Smith and other prophets
    Gabriel and other angels abound
    St Peter in front of his as his Chief of Staff

    Zeus, Jupiter, Minerva and ancient
    other gods all around him

    God spoke up
    He said
    I have a message for you

    to give to your people
    all of your people
    no matter what religion
    or no religion at all
    it is all one after all

    first the corona virus
    is a natural phenomenon
    we have no control
    over forces of nature

    and we did not send
    it to you
    to punish you
    for homosexuality
    or anything else at all

    Second obey the health directives
    stay at home
    do your services on line

    it is okay with us
    we are fine with that

    the blood of Jesus
    will not save you
    If you are in a crowded place
    like church or a mosque service

    the virus will spread
    and catch you in the end

    Prayers alone will not save you
    but please keep praying
    we do listen to your prayers
    but we can only do so much

    So please don’t allow the virus
    to spread
    because of your ignorance
    and fear

    realize that in the end
    the virus will do its thing
    and you will survive

    and we
    all the gods here
    love you humans

    and wish you well
    so stay at home
    practice self-distancing

    It is God’s will
    all will survive

    Under the canopy of the pine trees we lay –

    pine trees jpeg
    pine trees jpeg

    under the canopy of the pine trees we lay
    along the world peace forest
    in Korea

    walking the forest
    in the spring time
    fearing the corona virus
    and everyone around us

    watch the snowing cherry trees
    and the wind whispering
    the voices of ghosts

    those newly dead
    and we lay down
    under the canopy of the pine trees

    waiting for our turn
    to face the grim reaper

    in this dismal day
    in April
    truly the cruelest month
    of them all

    from the poem ‘Under the canopy of pine trees
    poetry soup contest

    corona fears

    corona
    corona

    corona
    the word fills us with dread
    spreading around the world today
    will we all survive this
    corona

    to those I have lost

    with the corona virus upon us
    I am bracing to hear the news
    that so and so has died

    I reflect back
    on all the people in my life
    that I have already lost

    part of being older
    is that you lose people
    close to you along the way

    I lost my father due to cancer in 1985
    and my sister due to a freak illness in 2007
    and my mother due to Alzheimer’s in 2005
    and my father-in-law as well in 2007

    Demel Tucker

    high school debate teammate
    dead of HIV in 1995

    Julian Bartley and his son
    one of my favorite bosses
    died in a terrorist bombing
    in Nairobi in 1998

    Jon Weber college roommate
    dead due to prostate cancer
    in 2000

    Paul Simon  friend from the visa line
    dropped dead of a heart attack
    in 2004

    Ted Halstead
    one of my best bosses
    died of heart attack
    in 2007

    Chris Richard one of my former bosses
    dropped dead of a heart attack
    shortly before we were due
    to have lunch in 2014

    and so many others
    I have lost
    along the way

    and soon there will be
    so many more

    as I get old
    in the corona era

    writing.com daily dew drop prompt to write an elegy poem

    We live in an Orwellian world

    1984 image
    1984 images

    we are living
    in an Orwellian 1984 world
    and have been for decades

    we are assaulted daily
    by alternative realties
    promoted by various politicians
    designed to shut down
    all rational thought

    true Orwellian thought control
    and now with the corona virus
    massive surveillance
    has become the norm

    and when the crisis is over
    the surveillance will continue
    on one excuse after another

    forever as Orwell’s nightmare
    big brother ruling us all
    comes true

    based on the fear that the massive increase in social surveillance being deployed against the Corona virus will after the crisis is over continue forever under one excuse or another as the Orwellian big brother dictatorships around the world become permanent

    saeyeong jima  plays out in life

    The Korean Proverb
    saeyeong jima
    recently came to life in my life

    The meaning of the proverb
    Is that you can never know whether something
    will be good or bad

    and that unexpectedly
    what appears to be bad fortune
    turns out to be a good fortune

    The proverb played
    out recently in my life

    about lunar  New Year’s Day
    we were preparing to go to Thailand
    from two weeks from our home
    in South Korea

    and then at the end of February
    we would go to DC

    My wife blew out her lumber desk
    and we were forced to cancel our trips

    This occurred
    just as the coronavirus
    was taking off around the world

    and if we had gone
    we may have been stuck either in Thailand
    or we may have been stuck in the United States

    and traveling
    in the mist of a corona outbreak
    would probably mean
    that we would have been exposed
    to the virus

    instead we were forced to stay home
    and self quarantine ourselves
    and therefore
    we escaped being exposed to the coronavirus

    and we feel much safer
    here in Korea  where the outbreak is contained
    rather than in DC
    where it is still spreading everywhere

    so in a sense her misfortune
    throwing out her disk
    which resulted in us staying at home
    and avoiding the coronavirus

    is the true meaning
    of the Korean Chinese expression
    saeyeong jima

    writers digest prompt write a lucky/unlucky poem

    corona virus tanka

    corona virus
    it is spreading all over
    the world dying
    I walk down the path of life
    Along with love of my wife

    The best meal of my life

    korean feast jpg
    korean feast jpg

    the best meals of my life
    has always been what my wife
    cooks up for me every night

    she is a genius in the kitchen
    always making something great
    from the simplest ingredients

    Because she came down with celiac disease
    she could  only eat
    what she prepared from scratch

    and so she was forced
    to give up all processed foods

    and in the process she became
    the greatest cook
    in the universe

    I wait with baited breath
    to taste the great food
    that she creates for me

    on lunar new years
    she threw out her lumbar disk
    and we were forced to stay home

    just as the corona pandemic
    swept across the world

    if we had traveled
    we would have contracted
    the dreaded corona virus

    and we were forced
    to stay at home

    and she took advantage
    of staying at home
    to try new dishes
    every single day

    I recall the Korean proverb
    saeyeong jima

    as her misfortune
    turned into fortune

    and once again
    she saved me life

    I am the luckiest man in life
    the best fed man of all I know
    due to the cooking skills of my wife

    Writing.com daily dew drop prompt write a food poem

    corona virus haiku

    corona virus
    brings death and our destruction
    destroying our life

    White Flower spring Time Haiku

    white flowers in spring haiku
    white flowers in spring haiku

    now in the springtime
    white flowers blooming in the park
    corona death waits

    Woman releases balloons of hope

    ballons for peace
    ballons for peace

    A young woman
    walks in a park
    on a sunny spring day

    carrying 25 red balloons
    each red balloon
    contains  the name of those
    that recently died

    in the corona virus pandemic
    she is releasing the balloons
    hoping they would
    rise  to heaven

    with a request for God
    to hear her prayers
    End this pandemic
    End the death and destruction
    release us from the corona pandemic

    the woman releases the balloons
    and slowly walks back to her house
    to prepare to attend yet another funeral
    as the pandemic swirls all around her

    creative talents unleashed prompt

    life interrupted by corona

    covid19
    covid19

    we live in a strange world
    life interrupted by corona
    the virus spread throughout the world
    disrupting everything

    putting life on hold
    as more people
    hunkered down

    waiting for the virus
    to pass over us
    like in biblical times

    the virus
    will test us all

    and then
    we will all
    go back
    to life interrupted

    writing.com Daily Dew Drop interruption

    Saudade for friends I have lost

    as I get older
    I lose more people
    every year

    more people I knew
    have died moving on
    and I mourn their lost friendship

    wished I had been
    a better friend for them
    and knew them better

    and with the corona virus
    spreading around the world
    I will lose so many more

    in the coming year
    as the virus spreads
    its malignancy far and wide

    I lost my father due to cancer in 1985
    and my sister
    due to a freak illness in 2007

    and my mother
    due to Alzheimer’s in 2005
    and my father-in-law as well in 2007

    Demel Tucker
    high school debate teammate
    dead of HIV in 1995

    Julian Bartley and his son
    died in a terrorist bombing
    in Nairobi in 1998

    Jon Weber college roommate
    dead due to prostate cancer
    in 2000

    Paul Simon  friend from the visa line
    dropped dead of a heart attack
    in 2004

    Ted Halstead
    one of my best bosses
    died of heart attack in 2007

    Judy Fine
    My Co-Ho partner in crime
    died in 2006

    Chris Richard
    one of my former bosses
    from my days in Bangkok

    dropped dead of a heart attack
    shortly before we were due
    to have lunch in 2014

    and so many others
    I have lost
    along the way

    and soon there will be
    so many more
    as I get old in the corona era

    writing.com  saudade poem

    The end of the world news depresses me

    trump jpg
    trump jpg

    the end of the world news
    depresses me
    makes me want to shout and scream
    STFU leave me alone
    to deal with my grief

    amid the death and destruction
    watching CNNMSNBCFOXBBC media nonstop
    filled with essential dread
    the end of the world is upon us

    from the screaming news media
    spreading forth across the land
    fake news screams the president
    all is alright he proclaims

    no one believes his 16,000 lies
    and so it goes

    we are drowning with information
    coming at us so fast and furious

    When will it end my friend
    is anyone’s guess
    in the long run we are dead

    National poetry Month Day Seven poem inspired by the news

    God Did not Send the Corona Virus  as a Punishment Black Out Poem

    Robert_Jeffress
    Robert_Jeffress

     original text

    During a press briefing today to address the nation’s response to the coronavirus pandemic, President Trump was asked about certain Christian pastors who plan to defy state lockdown orders and hold Easter church services this Sunday.

    “I’ve had talks with the pastors, and most of the pastors agree … that they are better off doing what they are doing, which is, distancing,” Trump said, adding that the pastors want to “get back to church so badly.”

    Trump then referred to a notorious pastor who sits on his religious advisory council.

    “I’m going to be watching Pastor Robert Jeffress, who’s been a great guy,” Trump said. “He’s a great guy and I’m going to be watching on a laptop.”

    Jeffress is known for his litany of statements demonizing the LGBT community, abortion, and secular people. One of his most reviled comments came in 2015 when he said the 9/11 attacks were God’s punishment on America for abortion.

    “People ask me all the time,” Jeffress said during a speech at Liberty University. “‘Well, I just don’t understand why God wouldn’t protect our nation and he would allow these radical Muslims in 2001 to kill 3,000 of our citizens and why God doesn’t protect us. Surely, God doesn’t use pagans to bring judgment upon his own people, does he?’”

    “I’ve had talks with the pastors, and most of the pastors agree … that they are better off doing what they are doing, which is, distancing,” Trump said, adding that the pastors want to “get back to church so badly.”

    Black out text

    the coronavirus pandemic, President Trump

    hold Easter church services this Sunday.

    “I’ve had talks with the pastors, get back to church so badly.”
    “He’s a great guy and I’m going to be watching on a laptop.”
    he 9/11 attacks were God’s punishment on America for abortion.

    “People ask me all the time,” ‘Well, I just don’t understand why God wouldn’t protect our nation and he would allow these radical Muslims in 2001 to kill 3,000 of our citizens and why God doesn’t protect us. Surely, God doesn’t use pagans to bring judgment upon his own people, does he?’”

    Poem

    Corona Pandemic is Not’s God’s Punishment

    Amid  the coronavirus pandemic,
    President Trump
    Attended virtual Easter church services
    I’ve had talks with the pastors,

    We need to get back
    to church so badly.”

    Rev Jeffries is  a great guy
    I’m going to be watching on a laptop.”

    Rev Jeffries said

    The 9/11 attacks were God’s punishment
    on America for abortion.

    “People ask me all the time,”
    ‘Well, I just don’t understand
    why God wouldn’t protect our nation

    and he would allow these
    radical Muslims in 2001
    to kill 3,000 of our citizens
    and why God doesn’t protect us

    Surely, God doesn’t use pagans
    to bring judgment
    upon his own people,
    does he?’”

    I am sad to report
    Rev Jeffries
    I spoke to God

    This morning
    He confirmed
    He did not cause 9-11
    To bring judgement
    On the US
    For abortion

    He went on to say
    The corona virus
    Is beyond his control

    And he is not sending it
    To punish the US
    Or the world

    His final words
    Please tell Rev Jeffries
    To simply STFU

    poetry super highway black out poem

    the End

  • more corona virus poems

    more corona virus poems

    More Corona Virus Poems

    Note:  Most of these poems were written in May to July, 2020. I plan on updating this once a month or more often as the muse strikes me. I am hunkering down in South Korea where the virus is slowly spreading but mostly contained.  It is a sad community that a country that has 1/6 the population of the US and is very congested should have so few cases -13,000 cases vrs 3 million + in the U.S. as I write this July 15, 2020. Some of these poems are sarcastic, some are magical realism as I imagine General Corona  leading his army.  See the first one where I introduce the character of  General Corona.  Even an invisible army needs a general, don’t you think?  Enjoy and feel free to send me your poem for a future guest posting.  I have updated also my earlier postings – see revised corona poems.  There were  just too many to include in one posting.

    Enjoy

    Jake Cosmos Aller

    Corona Virus is Not God’s Punishment

    tChristian Right on Corona

    Wearing a Mask Controversy 

    Palm Beach article on Mask Controversy

    Index

    New poems

    General Corona Appears in a Vision

    God Fearing Christian Patriots Willing to Die to Breath mask Free –  Eight  found Poems

    1 Devil Love

    2.   Do You Think You are God?

    3 Going Against God’s Breathing System

    4    We the People Will Rise Up

    5  Are You Insane?

    6  What About Bill Gates?

    7. Listen to Q and Get Educated

    8   Never Again

    Conservative Christian Activist Says He would rather be beheaded than wear a mask to prevent the spread of COVID 19  Found Poems
    Corona pantoum
    To wear or not wear a mask that is the question Stop Testing, Found Poem
    I am going to mess you up, Dude!
    Reality Bites
    Corona hits Me Hard
    Corona fears haiflu
    Corona Hits Me Hard
    Corona Virus Paranoia<
    watching as the entire world falls apart
    The Last Day of America
    Plane, Train or Automobile – none of us can escape our fate
    Packages from God
    corona-consumes-
    ARC Throws Back the Hood
    Covid madness sweeps through the world
    Wearing a Mask is Not a Political Statement
    Surely not kill man
    Wear the Damn Mask
    My psychoanalyst thinks I’m perfectly right
    Mad mask fears
    Jesus would have masked up
    Total success
    Talk is cheap
    The corona virus is not dying out Mr. President
    General corona is pleased
    Wear the damn mask
    An Old man refuses to wear the mask of death
    Poetic Justice at work Found Poem<
    American Independent kwoa poems
    Everything is Every Thing
    Anytime the Corona Winds Blows
    Ain’t Karma a bitch, Mr. President
    Governor Covid Victim Poetic Justice

    Older Poems  see corona virus revised

    the Virus from Hell is amused

    End of the World
    Every Day I Turn on the News *
    Irony Meters Blow Gaskets
    Chaos *
    Corona Virus Fears Tanka
    My Phobias Overwhelm Me
    Fear Fills the Air
    More Trouble Every Day
    Trouble Every Day Frank Zappa
    The Torture Never Stops – Frank Zappa
    by pass the alarms spreading across the land
    corona cinqk
    Taking a Walk in the Corona Era
    A lone man stands in an empty parking lot
    empty parking lot
    It is a hell of a world we live in ain’t it?
    Pause for a moment amidst the media madness
    I feel as if the whole world needs to be cancelled
    The Virus King Cried *
    Bring out your dead
    the Virus Came From Hell
    The Delivery System of the Virus is Round
    the corona virus is testing us all
    The call goes out
    the four horse men ready to ride
    nature spirits revolt agains humanity
    Last Human on Island
    corona virus Haiku
    hell
    Bring Out Your Dead
    death comes knocking
    be afraid afraid
    The Virus Came From Hell
    Hope Springs Eternal in our Winter of our Discontent
    the Virus King Has Arrived
    Kimchi Blues
    Humor keeps us sane
    Peacock Speaks
    Iguana Talks to humanity
    To all the friends I am about to loose
    corona fears
    quarantine blues
    I Wish for Peace During this time of crisis
    Ten million stories in the Naked City
    The Mist from Hell Descends on the land
    Conversation with the Gods About Corona Virus
    Under the canopy of the pine trees we lay –
    corona fears
    to those I have lost
    We live in an Orwellian world
    새영 지마 saeyeong jima  plays out in life
    corona virus tanka
    The best meal of my life
    corona virus haiku
    White Flower spring Time Haiku
    Woman releases balloons of hope
    life interrupted by corona
    Saudade for friends I have lost
    The end of the world news depresses me
    God Did not Send the Corona Virus  as a Punishment Black Out Poem

    New Poems

    General Corona Appears in a Vision

    One day I was half napping
    Watching the President drone on
    About him being a war time president
    battling an invisible army

    I beheld a vision of great terror
    I saw a huge black General
    General Corona himself
    Dressed in star wars imperial
    black storm trooper robocop uniform

    Riding a black horse
    The black horseman
    From revelations
    Live and in living color

    And he took off his helmet
    And turned to me

    He screamed
    Death to all humans

    Addressing his invisible army
    Newly visible to me
    Millions of virus bots
    In imperial storm trooper uniforms
    Carrying imperial ray gun weapons

    The virus bot army
    Joined in the battle cry
    Death to all humans
    Death to all humans
    All humans must die

    I woke up
    And turned off the TV
    And went for a walk

    To clear my head
    Of this vision
    Of General Corona

    God Fearing Christian Patriots Willing to Die to Breath mask Free – found Poems

    Residents in Palm Beach Florida erupt over new face mask rule – CNN Video

    comment: found poems based on public testimony before the West Palm Beach county commission’s hearing on imposing a mask requirement. The commissioners voted 7 to 2 to impose the requirement.  I mixed in some of my own stanzas here and there for clarification or emphasis.

     

    Devil Love

    Devil love is propelling the “deep state
    to stomp on the U.S. Constitution
    and deprive us of our God-given oxygen
    along with our inalienable rights

    making us wear face masks
    on orders from those
    who are poised to
    And those officials
    who follow the devil’s law

    “I can’t understand
    why you would all
    decide something like this

    and want to hurt the people.
    You’re going to harm
    the health of all of the people

    “Every single one of you has a smirk
    behind that little mask,

    will be subject to citizen’s arrest
    by We the People
    for crimes against humanity.

    “My name is Butch Dias,
    and I am an American patriot“

    See that flag?
    I would die for that flag!

    The Constitution
    that you are supposed to uphold
    I would die for that!”

    “You didn’t listen
    to We the People!”

    “But what’s going to happen when you get the call…
    ‘Oh, we got to defund the police,
    we got to get rid of them.’..

    Who’s going to arrest the people
    [not] wearing stupid masks?…
    What are you going to do?

    How are you going to put the people down?”
    It breaks my heart,
    because I would die for that flag,

    I would die for this country,
    and I would die for the Constitution.

    And you guys are supposed
    to uphold the Constitution.
    But you know what?

    You didn’t.

    You let We the People down.”

     Do You Think You are God?

    Hey,
    good morning.
    Let me ask you all

    Do you believe you’re God?
    “Do you believe you can override
    God’s divine plan for our lives?

    Do you believe God gave us life
    and God takes away our life?
    Well, if you answer yes
    to all these questions,

    who gives you
    the right to choose
    how we live our lives?

    I choose faith
    over fear every day
    You’re not God,

    and since masks are harmful
    where there is risk
    there should be choice.

    Turning Your Backs On God’s Breathing System

     

    “I’d like to say, in the beginning God
    formed man out of the earth
    and breathed his breath in him
    and he became a living soul,

    “And they want to throw God’s
    wonderful breathing system out the door,”

    “You’re all turning your backs on it.
    Can you prove that it’s good for people
    to breathe carbon dioxide over
    and over and over again?

    God made it so that
    we would breathe
    in fresh oxygen,

    to go to our body
    to every cell in the body
    It has to have that
    to make energy.

    When you wear a mask,
    the nose is cut off,
    the mouth is cut off.”
    and you can’t breath
    Just like George Floyd

    “And you’re breathing carbon dioxide
    over and over and over again.
    You’re not getting the fresh oxygen
    that God intended
    .
    You’re sending carbon dioxide
    to every cell in the body,
    polluting it
    Especially the brain…”

    “I don’t wear a mask
    for the same reason
    I don’t wear underwear
    Things got to breathe.”

    The virus is going to keep on going
    because people’s bodies are being polluted
    and the virus is attracted to polluted bodies

    You’re going against God’s
    wonderful gift he gave us.”

    “And they want to throw God’s
    wonderful breathing system out the door,”

    “You’re all turning your backs on it.
    Can you prove that it’s good for people
    to breathe carbon dioxide over
    and over and over again?

    “I can’t understand
    why you would all
    decide something like this

    and want to hurt the people.
    You’re going to harm
    the health of all of the people

    You’re going against God’s
    wonderful gift he gave us.”

    Do You Want to Be Known as Communist Dictators?

    You’re removing our freedoms
    and stomping on
    our constitutional rights
    by these communist
    dictatorship orders…

    If you do vote
    to mandate masks
    in the workplace

    and public schools
    and stores,
    the death of many
    will be on your hands.”

    “Do you want to be called,
    known for communist dictators?
    Is this the legacy you want
    to be known for?

    Do you want to be responsible
    for fear mongering misinformation
    The problem with humanity
    today is ignorance, arrogance,
    and apathy.

    Keep listening to the TV
    brainwashing you
    from birth.

    Keep listening to conditioning messages
    in your local stores
    while shopping, just like Fidel Castro
    did over loudspeakers in Cuba.

    Don’t you see the problem?
    The truth is out there…
    Remember, God is watching you.”

    but every single one of you
    are going to get punished by God.”

    We the People Will Rise Up

     

    “What I came to say is
    We the People
    will work day and night
    to clean every single seat
    if need be,”

    “We will get together
    and do a citizen’s arrest
    on every single human being
    that goes against
    the freedom of choice, OK?

    You cannot mandate
    knowing that the mask is killing people..
    and every single one of you

    that’s obeying the devil’s law
    are going to be arrested
    And you are going to be arrested
    for crimes against humanity.”

    but every single one of you
    are going to get punished by God.

    You cannot escape God.
    I’m going to say that again.’
    You cannot escape God.”

    “Not even with a mask
    or 6 feet
    OK, 6 feet
    is military protocol.

    Are you insane?

    You’re trying
    to get the people
    to train them<

    so when the cameras,
    the 5G come out,
    when they’re going to scan everybody.

    We got to get scanned
    we got to get temperatured,
    the kids have to go to school with masks.”

    She posited a question
    that she might have been asked herself.
    “Are you insane?

    Are you crazy?
    I think all of you should
    be in a psych ward right the heck now

    Because none of you,
    none of you know
    what the hell
    you are talking about.

    This is insane.
    And then you want to
    open the meeting
    with a prayer to God

    Are you praying to the devil?
    Because God
    is not listening to that prayer

    wearing a mask
    is a sign of disrespect
    to the President

    trump
    trump

     

     

     

     

    and to God
    who anointed him
    to be our leader
    in this dark and dangerous times

    What About Bill Gates?

    Bill Gates
    Bill Gates

     

     

     

     

     

    “There’s not enough [COVID] to make it a pandemic
    This is a planned-demic.”
    Funded by Bill Gate, George Soros
    and Mark Zuckerberg’s Chinese wife

    A Chinese bioweapon
    Launched to take down our great president
    Yet do nothing about it

    What about Bill Gates?
    Mark Zuckerberg and his Chinese Wife
    daughter of a Chinese General
    and George Soros

    Why are they not in jail?

    why is Bill Gates not in Jail?
    Why is Mark Zuckerberg ?
    and his Chinese wife not in jail?
    why is George Soros not in Jail?
    Why is Hillary Clinton not in jail?
    Why is Obama not in jail?
    why is sleepy Joe Biden not in jail?
    why is Hunter Biden the evil mastermind
    not in jail?

    Why are all these pedophiles
    not in jail?

    that are demanding
    you all to listen to their rules,

    You must remember Obamagate
    And don’t forget Bhenzazi
    and Hillary’s emails

    Do you take your orders from Jeffry Epstein?
    “Oh, is it because you’re part of them?…
    Are you reptilian shapeshifters

    The deep state is going down
    and if any of you are in the deep state,
    you’re going down with it.”

    Never Again

    “Discriminating against certain groups
    of people
    while exempting others
    is a violation of your civil rights,”

    Stop mandating  masks
    the way the Nazis
    once mandated
    yellow stars for Jews

    Following World War II,
    we Jews said ‘Never Again.’…
    In Germany, Poland,
    and across Europe

    we were forced
    to wear a gold star,
    told to get on a box car
    to be taken to a safe place.

    In reality, what happened?
    If we forget history,
    we are doomed to repeat it.”

    “This is not about health,
    this is about submission.”

    the mark of the beast is coming
    the anti-Christ walks among us

    “Well, guess what, the riots are spreading, too!”
    And what the hell are we going
    to do about that?

    We’re going to arrest patriots;
    for not wearing a mask?
    That’s what you want?”

    “And I say Trump 2020!”

    Conservative Christian Activist Says He would rather be beheaded than wear a mask to prevent the spread of COVID 19

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    Scot LivelyScot Lively

    scot Lively Would Rather be Be-headed than Wear a Mask

    Conservative Christian activist
    says he would rather be beheaded
    than wear a mask
    to prevent
    the spread of COVID-19.

    a radical anti-LGBT Trump-loving
    conservative Christian,
    Lively argues that requiring citizens
    to wear a mask to fight the coronavirus pandemic

    is like the Nazis requiring Jewish individuals
    to wear a yellow star on their clothing,
    and an unacceptable overreach
    of government power.

    These things must be balanced
    against the disastrous consequences
    of surrendering personal liberty
    to overreaching government,

    especially regarding face masks,
    and enforced social distancing
    which are in some ways worse
    than police-enforced lockdowns

    because they represent
    a literal in-your-face exercise
    of statist power

    like Islamist head coverings for women
    or the Nazis’ yellow star for Jews.

    Unnecessary enforced public mask wearing,
    as opposed to voluntary reasonable usage,
    is no less a statement

    of psychological submission
    to higher authority
    than a dog collar.
    In the greater scheme of things,

    I believe liberty is more important
    than security if one is forced
    to choose between those two.

    Those who don’t believe
    that are ripe for the Mark of the Beast,

    which is what this entire season
    of chaos is really about, in my view.

    Personally, I would rather die
    or be maimed from COVID-19—
    or be beheaded by a mob
    of anarchists and Islamists—

    than become a safe slave
    in a global totalitarian government.
    Led by Satan’s tool
    Joe Biden, the anti-Christ

    Corona pantoum

    corona virus spreading death
    as our politicians continue lying
    many people refuse to wear masks
    so many people lie dying
    as our politicians continue lying
    Spreading lies and misinformation
    so many people lie dying
    With hatred spreading across the nation
    If only people did what they should

    Corona Virus Spreading Death

    corona virus spreading death
    Our leaders say everything is good
    many people refuse to wear masks

    To wear or not wear a mask that is the question
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    Real Patriots Don’t wear Masks

    no masks
    no masks

     

     

     

     

     

    To wear or not wear a mask
    Is the question
    That bedevils the world
    From Brazil to the White House
    Ohio and Texas
    The call has gone out

    Wearing a mask
    Means you are a liberal weak sissy man
    Or woman Listening to
    the government’s propaganda

    or the evil fake news
    enemies of the people
    or are a libtard democrat
    anti-Trump anti-American terrorist

    and disrespect the President
    and God
    who anointed him to be President
    in these dark and dangerous times

    No Masks Needed in Ft. Bend God’s Texas Home

     

    ft Bend court house
    Fort_bend_courthouse

    Well, not in Ft. Bend County
    We will not trample
    on the individual rights of Texans
    to provide a false sense of security

     

     

     

    Cough cough cough
    Nothing but a cold
    It is nothing serious at all

    I have 826 staff
    at the Ft. Bend Sheriff’s Office.
    We interact with the public daily.

    3 months,
    I’ve had just 2 officers
    test positive
    I have over 800 inmates
    and staff in the jail
    and not a single positive test
    NOT ONE.

    Fort Bend County
    Confirmed 5,015
    Deaths 63
    Texas
    Confirmed 274K
    Deaths 313<

    as of 7/15/2020

    Cough cough cough
    Nothing but a cold
    nothing serious at all

    No one’s been hospitalized
    Except in Houston
    and other Godless cities

    Cough cough cough
    Nothing but a cold
    It is nothing serious at all

    Here in FT Bend
    The blood of Jesus
    Will protect The good christians

    Cough cough cough
    Nothing but a cold
    It is nothing serious at all

    Only non-Christian heathens
    are catching the china virus

    Cough cough cough
    Nothing but a cold
    It is nothing serious at all

    “I encourage people to wear a mask
    if they have one

    I encourage people
    to wash their hands frequently,”

    Cough cough cough
    Nothing but a cold
    It is nothing serious at all

    “I encourage people to do
    the right thing to help
    protect our most vulnerable,

    Houston Imposing a Mask Mandate Represents Government Tyranny

    But government mandated
    That is a step too far
    this government MANDATE
    from Harris County
    is unnecessary, unconstitutional, and unAmerican”

    “It’s an unprecedented overreach
    which looks more
    like a communist dictatorship
    than a free Republic”.

    And here in Texas
    We believe
    That people have to make

    Their own decisions”

    What About Seat Belts and Drunk Driving?

    What’s that?

    Drunk driving should be okay?
    Driving without seat belts<
    Or insurance should be okay?

    What is wrong with you people
    Requiring people to wear a mask
    Is not the same thing at all

    It is communism socialism fascism
    Liberalism nanny state run amok
    And we will not stand by it

    “At this point,
    I see it as nothing
    more than politics

    Governor Abbott announces a trajectory
    to start reopening Texas
    and Harris County,
    which never even utilized
    its $60 MILLION
    pop up hospital at NRG,
    implements a mandate
    for face masks on 4 million people”

    The other counties to do it are Dallas,
    Bexar, and Travis.
    These are the 3 most liberal counties
    in the state of Texas.

    Coincidence?

    I

    DON’T

    THINK

    SO.”

    They are all filled
    with godless libtards,
    GovBots, Gays and anti-Christians
    Muslims, Hindus, Buddhist, Atheists
    minorities, illegal aliens
    black people, brown people
    yellow and red people
    DEMOCRATS, socialists
    anti-fa protestors
    anarchists

    Who hate America
    Hate our beloved President
    hate our Governor
    Hate our Senators
    Hate god
    our freedom
    and our Christian family values
    in TEAXAS

    “I believe we’ve seen
    the worst of this war.”

    What?

    There has been a record breaking
    Increase in covid cases
    Just more fake news
    Everything is fine

    Note: the good sheriff was talking
    in late June
    before everything went to hell
    so perhaps he can be forgiven
    a bit for being behind
    the power curve
    so to speak End Note

    “Here ins Texas

    Cough cough cough

    And we’re closer to victory
    than we’ve ever been.”

    Note: every word in that sentence
    has been proven to be completely wrong
    End Note

    “Let’s keep doing our part
    to be conscious of others
    when we’re out
    and make sure to hold
    government accountable, always”

    How is this not an endorsement
    mandated mask wearing?
    I just don’t understand

    Sheriff, please explain it again?

    Ah I get it now
    Voluntary mask wearing
    encouraged by government officials
    in Republican cities Good

    mandated mask wearing
    by government officials
    in democratic cities
    evil totalitarian overreach

    If You are Black and Wear a Mask We will Pull You Over

    But don’t wear a mask
    If you do
    We will pull you over

    Because you are probably
    A criminal type
    particularly if you are black,
    brown, yellow or red

    and you will be charged
    with something
    because you must be guilty
    of something

    if you are white
    you will be given a mask
    and told to have a nice day

    And we don’t want your kind
    Living and polluting
    Our great Texas state

    Cough cough cough

    You have to ask your self
    Are you tired of living

    in a dictatorship yet?

    STOP GETTING TESTED!

     

    corona testing
    corona testing

    This is what happens
    when people go crazy
    and get tested.
    you test people
    and you find cases

     

    if you don’t test people
    then there will be no cases
    and like magic
    the problem disappears

    so I say to you
    “STOP GETTING TESTED
    It only encourages them
    to  require more testing

    When will this government madness end”

    Cough cough cough

    “It is giving the government
    an excuse to claim something
    is happening that is not happening
    at the magnitude they say it is happening.”
    It is all fake news

    I mean how many people
    Do you know
    Who have died
    From the china flu?

    Cough cough cough

    I don’t know anyone personally
    That has died
    It is all a hoax
    By the fake news media

    “Have you noticed they never
    talk about death anymore,
    just cases?

    And they never
    talk about recoveries.
    They just keep adding
    to numbers they
    have been feeding us
    from over 3 months ago!”

    Cough cough cough

    Don’t Believe the Lies There is No COVID

    “It is all lies”
    “Wake up America”
    “Don’t believe the lies”

    “There is no covid 19
    It is just a bad china flu
    That the Chinese unleashed”

    To take down our President
    Because he dared to stand up
    To the bullies in China

    Make America great again
    Don’t get tested
    And don’t wear a mask
    The blood of Jesus
    Will protect you always

    Corona fever – I am going to mess you up, Dude!

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    In this day and age of temperature testing
    Everywhere one goes
    It is important to remember what the tests mean
    And what they don’t mean

     

     

     

    First temperature tests are a crude instrument
    All it is says is that you are sick
    Dude with something bad

    Could be the flu
    Could be the dreaded corona
    Could be malaria, yellow fever
    Zika or any number of very bad things

    But what ever dude,
    you got temperatured
    And is is high
    so dude just deal with it

    So stay from here
    Until you are either better
    Test negative for the dreaded Corona
    Or die of it

    That is all it means
    many people will
    not know they have it
    And many have it
    And many people will spread it
    Even though they are temperatured
    Clear negative
    good to go
    And free of the fever

    For the sad reality
    Is that the fever comes
    Near the end

    And what is means
    Is that the mean old general corona
    Has a message for yah

    It goes like this

    Dude you got a fever
    And you know it ain’t the flu
    Ain’t dengue, malaria or yellow fever
    Or Zika or any other damn thing

    It is the dreaded Corona
    It means that I your beloved general
    Has grabbed you

    And I am going to mess you up
    So when you get corona virus dude
    You will wish you were dead
    You will ache all over
    Have pain from hell
    And you will cough
    Up a storm

    Maybe even rush to the ER
    Be told
    Ain’t no room for ya
    You damn fool

    Go home to die
    Or wait outside
    Until we can see yah
    We don’t care any more
    Dude!

    You are now just a damn
    Statistical number
    Potential death number 51000 today

    And you will beg me
    To release you
    To send you to your maker
    God or the devil is waiting
    Grim reaper has your number

    And you know what
    I might do that

    Or I might just say
    You will live

    And walk away
    And my minions will infect
    Yet another foolish dude
    Not wearing a mask

    And so it goes
    Nothing political
    I don’t care who you are
    Who you voted for
    And the blood of Jesus
    buddha or any other god
    Won’t save your sorry ass

    As they say
    Dude your ass is grass
    And I am the lawn mower

    Yeah dude

    When I get my hands on yah
    It means I am going to have my fun
    Dude it means I am going
    to mess you up

    And your loved ones
    And your cute cousin
    And that girl you’ve been crushing on

    Particularly if you know kissed her
    Yeah way to go dude
    Spread me around
    I love it dude !

    But don’t fret
    Dude it ain’t personal
    Hell not, is just ya know
    its a virus thing

    You would not understand
    Just the sort of thing
    I do ya know

    Reality Bites

     

    To those who deny reality
    To those who refuse to see
    And refuse to understand
    To those who think

    That you can deny the truth
    Remember this my friends
    Reality is not your friend
    Reality does not have a conservative bias

    It does not have a liberal bias
    It just is
    That is what reality is
    And reality

    Does not like to be mocked
    Does not like to be ignored
    If you deny reality its due

    It will rise up
    Like an avenging angel
    And bite you in the ass

    Teaching you that on the date
    That you ignore reality
    You met your fate
    That is the will of reality

    Corona hits Me Hard

    One day I wake up
    And see an old black man
    dressed in a general’s uniform
    Sitting at my computer

    I ask him
    Who the hell are you?

    He says
    Allow me to introduce myself
    I am general corona
    And you belong to me now

    If you are nice to me
    I might let you live
    But in the meantime

    I am going to mess you up
    You will get ill
    You will feel a lot of pain

    Coughing up a strom
    Won’t be able to breath
    And wish you were dead

    It ain’t personal dude
    It is just a virus thing
    You would not understand
    And he presses a button
    And the fun and games begin

    Corona fears haiflu

    Corona virus
    Fear of death everywhere
    End of our world

    Corona Virus Paranoia

    fears of the corona virus
    fear of the coming pandemic
    paranoia in the air
    fear of the other
    fear of the coming super bug
    the end of the world
    all wrapped up
    in a simple weaponized virus

    watching as the entire world falls apart

    watching as the entire world falls apart
    consumed by fears of the end of the world
    things continue to fall apart around us
    humanity turns to silent gods
    who turn a deaf ear to our suffering madness
    as the virus from hell spreads out all around
    fearful people desperately running here
    fearful people desperately running there
    praying to the silent gods above us all
    to rescue them from this hellish nightmare fate
    that seems to becoming our fate this late date
    and as we all die a million deaths
    just our fate

    The Last Day of America

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    trump 4

    the last day of America
    was the day we last voted
    the last election we ever had

     

     

    For on that day
    a month before
    the corona virus re-emerged

    as the great re-opening
    of the US economy
    failed to stop the relentless spread
    of the virus from hell
    led by General Corona

    causing panic and mass confusion
    fear kept Americans home

    and Donald Trump
    was re-elected
    because his voters

    believed that God
    had told them to vote
    for their new found king

    the newly energized President Trump
    declared a national emergency
    martial law
    and suspension of the constitution

    Promising to restore democracy
    when the time was right

    he promised his followers
    that he would restore Christian values
    renaming the United States
    the Christian States of America

    on that date
    we met our fate

    Christian fascism
    was here to stay
    as the time was never right
    to restore the old Republic

    that was the last day
    of American

    Plane, Train or Automobile – none of us can escape our fate

    airplanes
    airplanes

    in these dark and dire times
    we find ourselves living

    we often fear that the times
    are infected with death
    and so we are afraid
    deathly afraid
    that if we take a plane

     

     

    we will find General Corona
    among the passengers

    and we be afraid
    deadly afraid

    that the subways
    are incubators
    of death and destruction

    the virus spreads
    fear and death
    in its wake

    many of us
    retreating to our homes
    and venturing out
    in our cars

    only to find
    death is stalking us
    as traffic piles up

    traffic accidents
    still killing more people
    that the dreaded General Corona

    the grim reaper smiles
    his work is done

    Satan thanks General Corona
    for a job well done

    awarding him a Satanic
    medal of freedom
    Hell’s highest honor

    Packages from God

    they say that God
    works in mysterious ways
    his wonders to perform

    every day it seems
    that more and more
    of what we buy
    and consume

    comes in packages
    sent from here and there
    as people

    continue to practice
    social distancing

    and going to the store
    becomes an exercise

    fraught with peril
    and danger

    so we order
    on-line
    and we get our packages
    sent from here and there

    one day we received
    a gift package
    of clams
    delicious fresh clams

    as I ate them
    I thought of the workers

    who had labored unseen
    for me to enjoy
    this bounty from the sea

    and I gave thanks
    to the gods
    for making it happen
    in this day and age

    we should thank
    those who are still
    laboring to feed the world

    they are the unsung heroes
    of this war fought by nature
    under the direction
    of General Corona

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    I am consumed by the corona virus
    and I am slowly being taken over
    as the virus infects my mind

    taking me over turning me
    into a wild raving zombie man
    Let there be light

    will I become the first

    ZOMBIE APOLYCAPASE LOOMS

    WILL WE ALL DIE

    CORONA

    KILLS

    ME

    content tracing – Let there be light from Bible and the entire Zombie Apocalypse genre where the Zombie flu started usually in China as a flu and then morphs into the zombie disease

    ARC Throws Back the Hood

    Arthur Robert Copper
    aka ARA the notorious international terrorist
    threw back his hood
    and revealed himself
    to be the evil warlord
    that had unleashed
    General Corona on the world
    his goal
    nothing less that total domination
    taking over the world
    amid the total destruction of the world’s economy
    as he and his billionaire buddies
    reamed the profits
    of the total destruction of the world’s economy

    Covid madness sweeps through the world

    General Corona
    unleashes his army
    the invisible army
    upon the world

    killing millions
    in its wake
    spreading chaos and death

    as he rides in
    on the black horse of death
    harbinger of the end of days

    destroyer of worlds
    ending of the world
    revelations come to life

    social distancing walking in the Springtime

    peace forest
    peace forest

    in this era of corona virus madness
    enforced social distancing madness
    one has to go out for a walk

    social distancing  as we walk
    as we walk down the path
    trying to avoid people

     

     

     

    human contact with people
    keeping the proper
    six feet social distance

    and the dreaded corona virus
    how much longer

    can we all endure this madness
    this damn social
    distancing dance with death

    Wearing a Mask is Not a Political Statement

    these days to wear a mask or not
    has become a political statement
    wearing a mask is a sign of weakness to many
    or common sense to protect us all

    to those who refuse to wear a mask
    I want to say to you what is wrong with you
    have you lost your sense of humanity ?

    so consumed with desires to get politically even
    you would endanger us all?
    and yourself

    General Corona and his evil invisible army
    does not care who you are
    wearing a mask might keep the general
    from infecting you and us all

    so please wear the mask my friends

    Surely Not Kills man

    in these dark and dangerous times
    we find ourselves in
    we all rush about trying to avoid
    getting sick with the dreaded Corona Virus

    but time waits for no one
    no one can escape one’s fate

    “Surely not” Kills man

    AS WE WAIT

    FOR OUR FATE

    TO MEET US THIS DATE

    WE

    ALL

    WIL

    DIE

    Content: Korean Proverb Surely Not Kills Man

    My psychoanalyst thinks I’m perfectly right

    I won’t say the Lord’s prayer 
    I have mystical vibrations and cosmic vibrations
    America in the era of corona virus
    is a strange place filled with fear
    as the build up inequities 
    lay bare the country falling apart
    nothing seems to work any more

    THE LEADERS REFUSE

    TO LEAD THE COUNTRY

    PREPARING FOR THE END

    THE

    END

     

    TIMES

    COME

    Content Tracing: From America Allen Ginsberg

    Mad Mask Fears

    I don’t understand
    this morbid irrational fear of wearing a mask
    somehow making you weak
    that wearing a maskis a political statement

    “Midway upon the journey of our life

    I found myself with a forest dark

    for the straightforward pathway had been lost”

    THE THOUGHT COMES TO MIND

    WHAT IS WRONG WITH THESE PEOPLE

    LOST

    THEIR

    MINDS

    content tracing Dante Inferno Canto one Line 1 to 3

    Jesus would mask up

     

    Jeus

    to my friends in America
    and around the world
    to those who think
    that somehow

    the corona virus
    only infects other people
    that it is all a liberal hoax
    overblown

     

     

    nothing more than a bad flu
    and nothing to do with me
    demanding that we all go
    back to work

    what is wrong with you?
    have you lost your humanity?
    will millions have to die
    so you can have a Big Mac?

    and a beer in a bar
    whenever you damn please

    whenever you damn please
    and no one can tell you
    What to do
    to wear  a mask

    please wear a mask
    have you lost all reason
    is it all now about owning the dems
    and the damn libtards

    is there any thing left
    in your cold greedy heart?
    Other than hate
    and you still proclaim

    that you are Christian
    as you violate all the Christian principles
    what would Jesus do
    what does the bible say

    what does the bible say
    what is the Christian thing to do

    what is the Christian thing to do
    to let millions of people die
    did not Christ talk about love
    compassion and mercy

    would not Jesus
    wear a mask
    to protect himself and others
    from this ravaging disease

    that does not care who you are
    who you voted for
    which church you go to
    and Jesus and all the other Gods

    are not there watching
    Watching all of us
    as the virus spreads
    it will affect you

    it will affect you
    sooner or later

    perhaps if you had worn a mask
    Following Jesus’s example
    you might have prevented
    The deaths of thousands of people

    a few less people
    Would have died a few more people
    Including your grandparents
    Your parents might be alive

    if you were not such
    a self-centered person
    A few more people
    Might be alive today

    If only you
    had worn a mask
    and done what Jesus
    would have you do

    just man up
    and mask up

    total Success

     

    Jared_Kushner_June_2019
    Jared_Kushner_June_2019

    The President’s Son-in-law declares
    that the government’s response
    to the corona virus
    has been a total success

    as the government
    step up to the plate
    to fight the virus from hell

     

     

    I have to wonder
    on what planet
    does the words

    total failure
    becomes total success?

    Are we living in a bizarro world
    Where every thing
    Means the opposite

    Do words no longer
    Have any connection
    To underlying reality

    just unsigned mutterings
    from the mentally deranged

    Can we tell his 18,000 lies
    From the truth anymore?

    For his statement
    Is impossible to be
    Anything other than the opposite

    His total success is everyone’s total failure
    As 135 thousands American ghosts
    Will attest
    just more verbal diarrhea
    from our dear leader

    And his cult like followers
    And corrupt court jesters

    Talk is cheap

    Talk is cheap
    and BS walks
    That is what they say
    And as the end times
    Close in

     

     

    With general corona
    And his invisible army
    Killing us all

    Will our endless talk
    Have an expiry date
    When will God have enough
    Of our endless foolish chatter

    The Corona Virus is Not Dying Out Mr. President

    Donald-Trump-Talking-out-of-both-sides-of-his-mouth-Car
    Donald-Trump-Talking-out-of-both-sides-of-his-mouth-Car

     

     

     

     

    The President
    says with a smarmy smirk
    and a straight face

    The corona virus is dying out
    That the problem has been solved

    140,000 Americans lie dead
    their ghosts swearing
    at the living

    The President says
    The economy is roaring back
    Everyone is ready to go back to work

    As unemployment hits depression levels
    The president says
    Trust him
    He will never lie to the public

    Is that lie 18,000, 190000?
    the fact checkers can’t keep up
    Who knows what is the truth anyway
    the truth is what the president
    says today

    The President says
    He did more for African Americans
    Than any other president

    As thousands still demand change
    The president says
    Re-elect me
    What do you have to lose

    the 140,000 ghosts cry out
    Perhaps our life, our honor
    And our country

    General Corona is Pleased

    General Corona is pleased
    At the news he sees
    Everyday more people are dying
    As his invisible army
    Continues to march across the world
    The politicians dither and dather
    Loudly proclaiming victory
    As thousands lie dying

    Wear the Damn Mask

    If you want to restore normalcy
    If you want to save the country
    If you want to accomplish your goals
    There is one thing you can do

    A simple low cost method
    All you have to do
    Is for everyone mask up
    The life you save
    May be your own

    An Old man refuses to wear the mask of death

    An old man
    Sat in a bar
    Complaining about masks
    I don’t need to wear a damn mask
    I am tough
    The virus is a liberal hoax
    And it will not get me
    The man said
    Went home
    The next day
    He woke up dead

    The moral of the story
    Wear your damn mask
    The life you save
    May be your owned

    Poetic Justice at work Found Poem

     

    rep tom Rice
    rep tom rice

     

    Facebook

    Republican Rep. Tom Rice of South Carolina
    took to his face book page, to announce
    that he, his wife, and his son
    had all tested positive for COVID-19.

     

     

     

    Calling it the “Wuhan Flu,”
    Rice said that his son
    got it the worst,
    with a high fever and coughing,
    but seemed “on the mend.

    Rice said his and his wife’s cases
    were less severe,
    with his wife having it worse.

    According to him,
    his son first came down
    with symptoms last Sunday,

    Rep. Rice was in the House chambers
    and on the floor the week
    before his son showed symptoms.

    At that time, Rep. Rice
    did not wear a mask
    when he was on the floor.
    “I’m socially distancing.
    I’m staying six feet away from folks.

    Rep. Rice did say he would wear the mask
    if he was in a space like an airplane
    where he couldn’t keep the distance
    between him and others.

    Calling COVID-19 the “Wuhan flu”
    is not simply an attempt at pushing
    a racist and xenophobic conspiracy theory,
    it’s also just not correct.

    The 2019 novel coronavirus isn’t the “flu.”
    And people like Rep. Tom Rice
    And his master, Donald J Trump
    Our great leader
    have been spending their time

    telling news outlets
    and their constituents
    that the coronavirus<
    pandemic was nothing to panic about,
    and that very few people
    were going to die from it.

    Over 150,000 Americans are now Ghosts
    having lost their lives to the pandemic.
    Due to the criminal negligence
    And incompetence
    Of our great leader

    Rice has toed the exact line
    that the Trump administration
    has drawn for him.

    He has said there was
    nothing to worry about,
    and followed that up
    by promoting the idea that anyone

    pushing for big closures
    and serious social distancing measures
    was panicking.

    And were left wing democrats
    Who hated America

    And wanted to ruin
    The greatest economy
    The world had ever seen

    Under the greatest president
    The world has ever seen

    and what do the dead have to say
    were they consulted
    no for they remain dead
    ghosts in the corona wind

    He then subsequently
    promoted the idea that
    Trump is doing everything he can

    and that the Republican Party
    has always promoted the
    public health measures
    needed to prevent
    the spread of COVID-19

    we … somehow see in front of us today.
    All in all
    Proof that poetic justice
    Is alive and well

    And karma
    Well she is a bitch

    And loves
    To kick us In the ass
    That’s the nature
    Of this whole karma thing

    What goes around
    Comes around

    And no one can escape
    Their karmic fate

    American Independent kwoa poem

    As Americans begin to celebrate
    Their Independence Date

    Making Americans begin to feel great
    They are meeting their fate

    Consumed with fears and newly filled with hate
    They grimly wait their date

    Through out the land in every single State
    Everyone waits for their date

    It is hard to keep it all filled with dire straight
    Everything must frustrate

    That is what makes it so difficult
    Waiting for their death

    The dancing with the damn corona fate
    Just for their fate that date

    Americans all die
    Americans in every state
    Waiting for their damn fate

    Everything is everything

    It will all sort itself off
    As we stand shoulder to shoulder
    Watching the fireworks
    Wearing our masks
    While socially distancing
    Of course

     pensively 101 prompt

    Any time the corona  wind blows

     

    Any time the wind blows
    A brief breath of fresh air
    Each a welcome reprieve
    Form the corona madness
    Swirling all around us

     pensively 101 prompt

    governor Covid Karmic Bitch

    The news
    that the governor of Oklahoma
    Came down with Covid
    Possibly after attending
    The super spreading rally
    In Tulsa the site
    Of the newly -re- established
    Indian reservation

    The governor was not a mask wearer
    Proudly insinuating
    That real men
    Don’t wear masks

    Now he is the first
    But won’t be the last
    To get COVID

    Joining the President of Brazil
    The PM of Britain
    And the PM of Canada
    In that dubious club
    Of infinity

    Poetic justice at work

    ain’t karma a bitch

    President Trump
    Continues to not wear
    A mask

    Darkly muttering
    That requiring a mask
    Is a democratic plot
    Fed by the mass media
    To undermine
    His authority

    Wearing a mask
    He sneers
    Means you have given in
    To the fake news
    And the evil government’s plots

    Really men don’t wear masks
    He says over And over again
    Until one day
    Soon he will come down
    With the dreaded covid

    General Corona
    Has him in his cross hairs
    And soon all too soon
    The president
    Will join the infamous club
    Of world leaders
    COVID positive

    And he will soon know
    That the law of karma
    Is a real bitch

    Governor Covid Victim Poetic Justice

    The news
    that the governor of Oklahoma
    Came down with Covid
    Possibly after attending
    The super spreading rally
    In Tulsa the site
    Of the newly -re- established
    Indian reservation

    The governor was not a mask wearer
    Proudly insinuating
    That real men
    Don’t wear masks

    Now he is the first
    But won’t be the last
    To get COVID

    Joining the President of Brazil
    The PM of Britain
    And the PM of Canada
    The major of Atlanta
    Rep. Tim Smith
    In that dubious club
    Of infamy
    Leaders who are covid victims

    Poetic justice at work
    ain’t karma a bitch

    Ain’t Karma a bitch fib poem

    Ain’t
    It
    Karma
    Fucking bitch
    The Corona

    Corona Spreading everywhere

    Virus spreading everywhere
    Ain’t karma a fucking hot bitch
    corona

    Ain’t karma a hot fucking bitch
    Life with corona is just rich
    quite a witch

    No one knows where it is heading
    no one knows where it is spreading
    Your wedding

    General corona leads his troops
    His virus is unloaded whoops
    Pooping oops

    The End

    Worrying about corona while eating dinner – pensively 101 posted

    As I eat my evening meal
    Enjoying the early dusk
    Worrying about corona
    Death rears its ugly head

  • Cosmos 2020  April Poetry Part Two

    Cosmos 2020 April Poetry Part Two

    Cosmos’s 2020 April Poetry Part Two April 16 to April 30

    final  statistics for the month – 165  poems  written , most  posted here or in  part one.  Enjoy comments welcomed

    Note:  for the rest of the month, from April 18th to April 30, I will still be writing a lot of poems, but only posting a few per day so i can build up some “unpublished” poems for my future submissions.  And in May-June I will be turning to editing my novels so expect a less frantic pace of poetry updates from me for the next few months.  it has been a creative challenge keeping up the pace but I am getting a bit “poemed” out.  i will list the poems I write this month in the index and note whether they are posted or not, and of course if anyone wants to read one of the “unpublished poems” we can work something out.  just ask. and expect a few more postings in May and June as poems are published elsewhere I will post them here as well as I like doing.

    Finally if anyone wants to guest post poems on cats, computers, coffee or the corona virus let me know – I’d love to try publishing your work as well but check out my cats, computer, coffee or corona poems here first before sending me your stuff, and perhaps you could return the favor?

    thanks

    Jake Cosmos Aller

    Incheon  near Seoul, South Korea

     

    2017 April Poems

    April 2018 Poems 

    April 2019 Poems

    Cosmos’s 2020 April Poetry Part One

    Corona Virus Poems

    every day I turn on the news published

    Christian Right on Corona

    Corona Virus Pandemic Thoughts

    Welcome to Cosmos’s 2020 April Poetry. This is the fourth attempt to do this.  For this year I am doing things a bit different.  Since I am in Korea I will be posting a day later from here starting April 2 which will be April first in the  U.S.First I will update my poems daily here (along with audio clips, photos clips, and links to various prompts etc)

    Second I will update my links on the following sites where I have been posting poetry for some time – all my April poems will be here regardless of whether I post them elsewhere – I will be posting one to two per day on these sites and writing anywhere from two to five per day, with many of them not being posted at all so I can accumulate some “unpublished poems” but I will list them all here either as posted or unposted. The posted ones will have audio, photos and links occasionally to other sites.

    Here are the sites along with the links to my poetry posted there.

    All Poetry

     Cosmos Funnel

    Comma ful

    NaPoWrMo National Poetry Month contest like the NaNoWrMo novel contest in the fall, they will have  daily prompt as well

    Poetry super highway will also be doing a daily prompt

    Poetry Soup

    You and others can see your poems on your PoetrySoup poetry page here:
    https://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poems_by_poet.aspx?ID=79587

    Poetry Nook

    https://www.poetrynook.com/user/jake-aller

    ‘Poetry Circle

    https://poetrycircle.com/forum/members/jakecosmos.6777

    Hello Poetry

    https://hellopoetry.com/jakecaller/

    Poetry Magnum Opus

    http://www.poetrymagnumopus.com/profile/2575-jakecaller/

    Sweek

    https://sweek.com/profile/1104315/74088

    Writing.com

    https://www.writersdigest.com/

    Writer’s digest daily prompts

    And on my various FB poetry sites will post my poems on five different sites per day and since I’ve lost count of how many I am following well that could be a lot, but I will list them as I post on them in case anyone is interested in finding poetry and writing groups on FB

    Finally, love to hear how others are coping both with corona virus, and with the April Poetry month.  I suspect that there will be a lot of interest this year since people are staying home!

    Now let’s get to the poems shall we?  I will update this daily

    Index

    Chronological list

    ursday April 16

    Some parts of me craves a hard won miracl

    Thursday April 16

    Some parts of me craves a hard won miracle  poetry super highway prompt
    the greatest mystery of my life writing com daily dew drop in
    my greatest comfort food is coffee tweeter poetry prompt
    smoothie tweeter poetry prompt
    mango madness tweeter poetry prompt
    Bulgar is not one of my things tweeter poetry prompt
    Plans tweeter poetry prompt
    goat meets Pig  all poetry contest
    waiting for death  all poetry contest
    hot coffee in the morning fan story

    Friday April 17

    You are my Lode Star love Sonnet
    another Nigerian spam found poem
    Last Day of America writers digest prompt – last blank

    Plane, Train or Automobile – none of us can escape our fate
    packages tweeter speak poetry prompt April 16 Packages
    computer madness sonnet – sonnet all poetry computer frustration contest
    You have always been my sunshine love sonnet for all poetry contest on prompt line Sunshine Kissed

    Not Posted

    my Mother’s secret life as a mad poet  – poetry superhighway prompt to write a poem based on your mother’s imagined journal writings

    Saturday April   18

    Starting today will post no more than five poems, reserve the rest for publication or remain unpublished

    For Posting

    Cosmic Debris  Corona Sonnet
    No More Ties for Me!  Writing com Daily Dew Drop Inn to write about a piece of clothing
    Korean Blues Crown of Sonnets – Writer digest prompt write an exotic poem wrote my first crown of sonnet form too, and it mostly rhymes! go figure

    Not for Posting  today may remain unpublished

    Corona Consumes Me  Corona Sonnet  3
    God Deals with Corona
    Seeing Reality Via Them
    Problems with the Bible Chapter two of Genesis
    Dear God – Please re-write the bible -poetry Superhighway prompt re-write sacred text version 2

    Sunday April 19

    for posting

    General Corona Leads His Troops Into Battle, crown of sonnets
    Voice Message for God – writer digest prompt write a “message Poem” so this is a voice mail to GOD
    The Time when she came to Me Poetry Superhighway prompt to write a poem about time travel to your past or your future

    Not for Posting

    Dear President Trump
    Christ Comes Back and Judges us all

    Monday April 20

    for posting

    Love Dream Triolet
    National Poetry Month Prompt Day 12
    ARC Pensively three word challenge – ARC, Hold, Back
    Lonely Old Man Howling at the Moon Writers Digest prompt use six words prompt – bump, embrace, fixture, howl, lonely, resolve
    watching the President haunts my nightmares
    poetry superhighway prompt write about a nightmare
    boogey men in The Mist
    content tracing, “the mist” unpublished poem writer for April Poetry Month 2020, based on the Mist TV Services based on the Stephen King

    Not for Posting hold for publication

    playing basketball Beneath the Lunatic Moon =creative talents unleashed prompt
    Sprouts of Love Grows in My Dreams -creative talents unleashed prompt
    ART Calms the Soul amid the corona death -creative talents unleashed prompt
    Strange Findings at a Thrift Shop/Garage shop -creative talents unleashed prompt

    NOT FOR PUBLICATION

    Siblings I wish I had -creative talents unleashed prompt

    Tuesday April 21

    Posted

    Isolation Blues writer’s digest  Isolation Blues
    You’re still a young man
    Coffee Star Selvin writing com formal poem
    My Life’s Drama  writing com dew drop inn prompt
    Covid19 Heroes  all poetry contest
    I never get tired of looking at you all poetry contest
    Alone  corona sonnet  creative talents unleashed prompt
    Last Acorn – poetry soup contest entry

    not posted

    Farmers Market
    Tweet speak the farmer’s market
    Walking in the woods in the corona era  creative talents unleashed prompt
    Unrequited Love Story  creative talents unleashed prompt
    perfect brunch menu  creative talents unleashed prompt
    White Flower of Love  creative talents unleashed prompt

    Wednesday April 22

    Posted

    Secret Love of Sheep – pensively 101 three word prompt, print, cover, sheep
    Nigerian Bank Scam found poem
    She came to me in a dream duet writers digest prompt
    ode to morning coffee National Poetry Month prompt
    oceans writing.com Daily Dew Drop Inn prompt
    Noise of the news Drives Out Spring Poetry Superhighway
    Cats and Dogs Contrapuntal Poem All Poetry contest
    Let there Be Light All poetry contest
    Go ethnic tweets-peak

    Tuesday April 23

    Isolation Blues writer’s digest  Isolation Blues
    You’re still a young man
    Coffee Star Selvin writing com formal poem
    My Life’s Drama  writing com dew drop inn prompt
    19 Heroes  all poetry contest
    I never get tired of looking at you all poetry contestAlone  corona sonnet  creative talents unleashed prompt

    not posted

    Farmers Market
    Tweet speak the farmer’s market
    Walking in the woods in the corona era  creative talents unleashed prompt
    Unrequited Love Story  creative talents unleashed prompt
    perfect brunch menu  creative talents unleashed prompt

    Wednesday April 24

    Secret Love of Sheep – pensively 101 three word prompt, print, cover, sheep
    Nigerian Bank Scam found poem
    She came to me in a dream duet writers digest prompt
    ode to morning coffee National Poetry Month prompt
    oceans Daily Dew Drop Inn prompt
    Noise of the news Drives Out Spring Poetry Superhighway
    Cats and Dogs Contrapuntal Poem All Poetry contest
    Let there Be Light All poetry contest
    Go ethnic tweetspeak

    Thursday April   25

    Programing a VCR and other terrors
    Na/GloPOWR/Mo prompt Day 18
    Quirk of fate
    writers digest prompt to write a quirk  poem
    I have bad teeth
    poetry super highway prompt to write a confession poem about something you should do but have not done
    Letter to My Past Self
    writing.com Daily Dew Drop inn Prompt
    pensively 101 prompt three word challenge path, honesty, remote
    Covid madness sweeps through the world  all poetry contest

    Friday April   26

    Cold Winter Day pensively prompt
    social distancing walking in the Springtime writers digest prompt to write a social blank poem
    ode to my book shelves filled with unread books, poetry superhighway prompt to write a poem in plain sight
    Dream Lover Balwa writing com formal poetry prompt
    endless arguments with my brothers writing com daily dew drop inn prompt to write a poem about arguments
    Just Shoot me – pensively 101 three wood challenge
    wrappers – tweets-speak
    Pumpkin season – pumpkin tweet-speak
    secret layers tweets-speak

    Saturday April 26

    Finally I wake
    Window of Promise – Tweet speak daily prompt
    Nature’s Bounty Awaits Me
    Alone  No More
    Has God Anointed Donald Trump as our leader?
    waking at love Haiku

    Sunday April 27

    Drinking Coffee amid the morning flowers
    Pensively 101 prompt bloom, switch, chain
    Stem – tweeter speak
    Playing Bach to Calm the Mind and Soul – National Poetry Month Prompt
    President Trump You are the Annotated One – found poems from right wing Christians  – Crown of Sonnets  -writers digest remix poem
    My Computer Hates Me – Poetry Superhigh way prompt objects speak
    Darkness Descends – All Poetry Contest
    The Grim Reaper Smiles All Poetry Contest

    Monday April 28

    Her Love Shines throughout the day -version two for poetry superhighway
    Cosmos’s total Information Awareness
    Living in an Orwellian Nightmare
    Poetic and other inspirations
    National Poetry Month Daily Prompt
    Changes are coming due -writing digest prompt
    Rain Fall in the Springtime Daily Dew Drop Inn
    General Corona is coming for us all Poetry Magnum Prompt -content tracing “Howl” by Allen Ginsberg

    Bonus Poem

    I am writing to let you know

    published in Active Muse http://www.activemuse.org/2020_Open_Poems/Jake_Aller.html

    Tuesday April 28

    The Presidents Sits Down on his Naked Rump -Pensively 101 three word challenge, teeth, Rump, green
    End of Winter tweet-speak prompt
    massive piles of meat -writers digest prompt to write a “massive “ poem
    three mad poems of desire – poetry super highway prompt
    Love Sidlak – writing com formal poetry challenge
    come on baby light my fire -writing com daily dew drop inn prompt to write a “fire” Poem

    Not Posted

    Stupid stuff done as a teenage -On stealing things national Poetry Month Prompt
    Art of Eating – tweet speak
    Rules creative talents unleashed
    My Feet Take Me There creative talent unleashed
    Happy walking in the woods Tanka walking in the woods creative talents unleashed
    Sad women inside the camera’s lens creative talents unleashed

    Wednesday April 29

    Looking Back on the Date when I met my Fate
    writers digest looking back poem prompt
    the funeral for a mad queen -Poetry Superhighway prompt
    the End of America, another cosmos’s rant found poem thanks to William Walton
    Gaia Welcomes Us – found poem poetic rant -thanks to William Walton
    flowers for my love – National Poetry Day Prompt
    seasons of my love – tweet-speak prompt – write a seasonal poem

    Thursday April 30

    Have words lost all meaning?
    plate plans -tweet-speak daily April Prompts
    Slide, Catch, Shot -Pensitivity 101 prompt
    total Success- writers digest prompt total blank poem
    Blues Brothers medley found poem -poetry Superhighway prompt
    Will always recall the date I met my fate all poetry contest
    general Corona is Happy all poetry contest
    waterfall of love poetry soup contest
    last Entry for May – pensively prompt 101
    baby I got the blues found poem thanks to William Walton
    praise love of my life – writers digest prompt
    things better left unsaid
    random rhymes writing com prompt
    things to resolve before I die – poetry super highway prompt

    bonus poem – corona virus haiku – Published Poetry Ni

    Begin Poems

    Th

    e

    corona
    corona

    some parts of me
    craves a hard won miracle
    in these dark dire times

    I even start to pray
    to a god who may not exist
    or answer my prayers

    yes we need a miracle
    a deus ex machina to sweep down
    and send the virus back to hell

    a miracle to calm
    the dark storms
    swirling around us

    a miracle
    to end this virus madness
    and restore normal life

    nothing short
    but a miracle
    will do

    Poetry superhighway prompt – Some parts of me craves a hard won miracle

    the greatest mystery of my life

    dreams and the Unexplanable
    dreams and the Unexplanable

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    the greatest mystery
    of my life
    remains how I met my wife
    I first dreamt of her

    back in the day
    every week she came to me
    speaking to me
    in a weird language

    then one day
    eight years later
    she walked off a bus
    and into my life

    and to this day
    I have no rational explanation
    as to How I dreamt
    about her for eight years

    I can only conclude
    that we knew
    each other
    in a prior life

    and our love crossed
    the barriers of time
    and space
    until that date

    we were doomed to meet
    for on that date
    so many years ago
    I met my fate

    writing com Daily Dew Drop Inn

    my greatest comfort food is coffee

    coffee
    coffee

    My greatest comfort food
    is a hot cup of coffee
    early in the morning

    I pound down my coffee
    and unleash my inner muse
    inspired by the caffeine

     

    I get to work
    slowly drinking my cup
    of heaven and hell
    my morning cup of Joe

    tweeters speak daily prompt

    blueberry smoothie

    blueberries
    blueberries

    my daily breakfast
    includes blue berries
    in my smoothie

     

     

    blueberry,
    strawberry,
    oranges

    banana,
    pineapple,
    home made kefir

    kale
    spinach
    wheat grass
    macca root
    apple cider vinegar

    coconut oil
    stevia
    honey
    cinnamon

    all blended to perfection
    that is my daily breakfast
    fit for a champion

    tweeter speak prompt

    mango madness

     

    mango
    mango

    the best mangos
    I ever had
    were in India

    in the early spring
    mango madness
    spreads across India

    as mangos are in season
    and mangos are everywhere
    on every menu

    so sweet
    so fragrant
    so magical

    mango madness
    takes over
    my soul

    as I eat my mango
    dreaming mango dreams

    tweeter speak

    Bulgar is not one of my things

     

    Bulgur-Bourghul-Burghul-Bulgar.jpg_350x350
    Bulgur-Bourghul-Burghul-Bulgar.jpg_350x350

    Bulgar is not one of my things
    Unless there is nothing left to eat
    Like nothing at all
    Get that bulgar off my plate
    All i want is anything else
    Raw bulgar just does not do it for me

    tweeter speak

    Plans

    Close up coffee cup with heart latte art on table
    Close up white coffee cup with heart shape latte art on wood table at cafe.

     

     

     

     

     

     

    every morning I wake up
    filled with great plans
    I sit
    drink my coffee

    make my plans
    lost in my thoughts
    focused on the plan
    endless to do lists

    then life happens
    and my plans
    go awry
    thrown out the window

    At the end of the day
    a man without a plan
    is a man
    lost in inner space

     

    Year of the Goat Meets Year of the Pig

     

    cute pig
    cute pig

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    I was born in the year of the goat
    my wife
    was born in the year of the pig
    a perfect match

    according to Buddhist fortune tellers
    a man born in the year of the goat
    loves luxury and loves spending money

    while a woman born
    in the year of the pig
    is a genius at making money

    the man enjoys the wealth
    his pig wife creates
    for his enjoyment
    and that is the perfect match

    and so it has been for us
    as I enter my 65th birth year
    I find myself richer
    than I ever thought I would be

    richer
    than the legendary Cronus
    richer
    than Midas himself

    way more money
    than  I could ever use
    all because I married
    a golden pig

    all poetry horoscope contest

    waiting for death

    hopelessly
    we all stand looking about
    waiting for our death

    all poetry fragment haiku contest

    hot coffee in the morning

    coffee
    coffee

    hot
    coffee in morning
    gets my blood moving
    takes me to heaven then crashes to hell

    fan story contest

    Friday April 17  –

    You are my Lode Star

    in the morning dawning light
    you are always there
    you are my lode star
    my sunshine, my moonshine
    the love of my life, my wife
    with your endless love
    I will face the evil corrupted world
    even walk through the shadow of death
    as long as you by my side
    I will fear no evil for you are with me
    and I will love you
    until death takes me
    from your your loving embrace

    note: an attempted sonnet

    another Nigerian spam found poem

    the Nigerians keep sending me
    and millions of others
    delightedly creative spam messages
    this is one of the nicer ones
    I have received

    Enjoy
    but don’t send her any money!!!!!

    Good day Child of God,
    Calvary Greetings
    in the name of the LORD Almighty
    and Our LORD JESUS CHRIST
    the giver of every good thing.

    Good day and compliments of the seasons,
    i know this letter
    will definitely come to you
    as a huge surprise,

    I humbly
    ask you to give me
    your attention
    and hear me,

    i am writing this mail
    to you
    with heavy sorrow
    in my heart,

    but I implore you
    to take the time
    to go through it  carefully

    as the decision you make
    will go off a long way
    to determine
    my future
    and continued existence.

    I am Mrs. Esther Heidi
    aging widow of 61 years old
    suffering from long time illness.

    I have some funds
    I inherited from my late husband
    , the sum of ($17 Million Dollars) a

    And I needed a very honest
    and God fearing
    who can withdraw this money
    then use the funds for Charity works

    I WISH TO GIVE THIS FUNDS
    TO YOU FOR CHARITY WORKS.

    I found your email address
    from the internet
    after honest prayers
    to the LORD
    to bring me a helper

    and i decided to contact you
    if you may be willing
    and interested to handle
    these trust funds in good faith

    before anything happens to me.
    I accept this decision
    because I do not have any child
    who will inherit this money
    after I die.

    I want your urgent reply
    to me so that I will give you
    the deposit receipt

    which the bank issued to me
    as next of kin
    for immediate transfer of the money
    to your account in your country,

    to start the good work of God,
    I want you to use the 30/percent
    of the total amount to help
    yourself in doing the project.

    I am desperately
    in keen need of assistance
    and I have summoned
    up courage to contact you

    for this task,
    you must not fail me
    and the millions of the poor people
    in our todays WORLD.

    This is no stolen money
    and there are no dangers involved,
    100% RISK FREE
    with full legal proof.

    Please if you would be able
    to use the funds for the Charity

    (Note: I would use the money
    to invest in the Church of Jake)
    I want you to
    take 30 percent of the total money

    for your personal use
    while 70% of the money
    will go to charity.

    I will appreciate your utmost confidentiality
    and trust in this matter to accomplish
    my heart desire, as I don’t want anything

    that will jeopardize my last wish.
    Please kindly
    respond for further details.

    Thanks and God bless you,

    Regards

    Mrs. Esther Heidi

    comment: the sad reality
    is that 10 percent
    of people fall for these scams
    and loose lots of money
    whole towns in Nigeria
    exist to exploit the world
    they call themselves
    the 404 army
    if it is too good to be true
    it is probably not true

    end comment

    the Conqueror Worm Corona Sonnet

    Lo, t’s a galla night
    within the lonesome later years
    when around the world
    the dreaded corona virus showed its might
    spending fear to those in their later years
    that it might take them in the night
    that before the sun came up
    their time on earth would end up
    DEATH IS COMING

    TO US ALL

    NONE CAN ESCAPE

    WE
    AWAIT
    FATE

    # content tracing: the Conqueror Worm By Edgar Allan Poe
    writing.com corona sonnet form challenge

    with apologies to the Ghost of Edgar Allan Poe!!!! May he rest in peace wherever he is

    The Last Day of America

     

    trump
    trump

     

     

     

     

    the last day of America
    was the day we last voted
    the last election we ever had

    for on that day
    a month before
    the corona virus re-emerged

    as the great re-opening
    of the US economy

    failed to stop the relentless spread
    of the virus from hell
    led by General Corona

    causing panic and mass confusion
    fear kept Americans home

    and Donald Trump
    was re-elected
    because his voters
    believed that God
    had told them to vote
    for their new found king

    the newly energized President Trump
    declared a national emergency
    martial law
    and suspension of the constitution

    Promising to restore democracy
    when the time was right

    he promised his followers
    that he would restore Christian values
    renaming the United States
    the Christian States of America

    on that date
    we met our fate

    Christian fascism
    was here to stay
    as the time was never right
    to restore the old Republic

    on the last day
    of American

    writers digest prompt – last blank

    My Mother’s Secret Life as a Mad Poet – not for publication

    Somehow this fragment is the only pages that were left – she encouraged me to write from an early age and she and I loved talking about what we were reading and about politics and life but so much of her inner soul, her inner demons she never told me about then one day dementia took hold and I never was able to find out much about her secret shrouded life and she took a lot of secrets to the grave as did my father. Ultimately I decided not to publish this poem as it is too personal and she had her reasons she did not want to publish any of her writings and after reflection, I decided to honor that so this and many of her other stories will remain with her in the other world.  But I had fun writing it and trying to make her rambling style into something resembling more formal verse.  I took the original steam of consciousness style and forced it into a crown of sonnets eight 14 line free verse non-rhyming sonnets format (is there such a thing?)  for somehow that worked for me. and somehow I think she would have approved of my edited version. I like to think so.

    Plane, Train or Automobile – none of us can escape our fate

     

     

    airplanes
    airplanes

    in these dark and dire times
    we find ourselves living

    we often fear that the times
    are infected with death

     

     

     

    and so we are afraid
    deathly afraid
    that if we take a plane

    we will find General   Corona
    among the passengers

    and we be afraid
    deadly afraid

    that the subways
    are incubators
    of death and destruction

    the virus spreads
    fear and death
    in its wake

    many of us
    retreating to our homes
    and venturing out
    in our cars

    only to find
    death is stalking us
    as traffic piles up

    traffic accidents
    still killing more people
    that the dreaded General Corona

    the grim reaper smiles
    his work is done

    Satan thanks General Corona
    for a job well done

    awarding him a Satanic
    medal of freedom
    Hell’s highest honor

    writing com daily dew drop in prompt

    packages

    they say
    that God works in mysterious ways
    his wonders to perform

    every day it seems
    that more and more
    of what we buy
    and consume

    comes in packages
    sent from here and there
    as people
    continue to practice
    social distancing

    and going to the store
    becomes an exercise
    fraught with peril
    and danger

    so we order
    on-line
    and we get our packages
    sent from here and there

    one day we received
    a gift package
    of clams
    delicious fresh clams

    as I ate them
    I thought of the workers
    who had labored unseen
    for me to enjoy
    this bounty from the sea

    and I gave thanks
    to the gods
    for making it happen
    in this day and age

    we should thank
    those who are still
    laboring to feed the world

    they are the unsung heroes
    of this war fought by nature
    under the direction
    of General Corona

    tweeter speak poetry prompt April 16 Packages

    computer madness sonnet

    evil_computer_is_evil_by_insanefangirl_d32vpue-fullview
    evil_computer_is_evil_by_insanefangirl_d32vpue-fullview

     

     

     

     

     

     

    computer madness infects my soul
    every day when I turn on my PC
    and encounter endless  haiku error messages
    constant crashing, constant eating my files
    at times like this it seems to me
    that my mad as a hatter crazed computer
    is plotting against me and only me
    it wants to drive me quite insane
    sending me right around the bend
    as I scream at my machine
    it beeps at me this damn machine
    smiling as I threaten once again
    to shoot the hell bound machine

    sonnet all poetry computer frustration contest

    You have always been my sunshine

     

    You have always been my sunshine
    my moonshine, my load star
    that guides me in the night
    for your sunshine kissed my soul
    the day that you walked
    out of my dreams
    into my life
    and became my wife
    for 38 years and counting
    every morning I see you sleeping
    your smile is like the sunshine
    that wakes my soul
    and banishes the nightmares
    back to the dark corners of my mind

    love sonnet for all poetry contest on prompt line Sunshine Kissed

    mad computer haiku

    mad computer
    computer wants to kill me
    or drive me insane

    Fan story haiku contest

    Saturday April 18

    Korean Blues Crown of Sonnets

    I have been dealing with Things Korean
    for almost 40 years now
    dealing with a once exotic land
    now my second homeland
    first came to Korea
    in the Peace Corps in Korea
    went to Korea to find the woman
    in search of the woman
    who haunted my dreams
    met the woman
    Fell in love with the woman
    From Korea who walked out my dreams
    In an land still exotic

    In a land still exotic
    It was a very exotic different land
    and even now decades later a new land
    remains for most Americans
    still a strange land exotic
    but much more known land
    in the US
    due to K drama, K Pop,
    Koreans have become globally cool but still exotic
    Many of my fellow Americans
    may know a few people from Korea
    and some have served or lived in Korea
    but to most of the us Americans
    it remains over there still exotic
    a strange Asian exotic land

    A strange Asian Exotic land
    I fell in love with that exotic land
    now I spend half my time living Korean time
    half in the U.S. time
    and due to the corona time
    will be here for some time
    and well Korea
    no longer an exotic land
    as I am now just living in Korea
    my thoughts half Korean
    and even dream in Korean
    so be it near the end of my time
    I am back where I began

    Writer digest prompt write an exotic poem wrote my first crown of sonnet form too, and it mostly rhymes! go figure

     

    Cosmic Debris Corona sonnet 2

    I received a mysterious email package
    followed by a phone call offering me a magical mask
    a mask that they claim would prevent me
    from the dreaded General Corona
    hey there
    who you jiving with that cosmic debris
    a mask that they did not want me
    me to know about

    TOP   SECRET     CODE         2       LEVEL  STUFF

    MUST    ACT                NOW

    SEND                           MONEY  ASAP

    BUY

    IT

    NOW

    # content tracing-  “Cosmic Debris by Frank Zappa”
    with apologies to Frank Zappa

    Frank Zappa  Cosmic Debris

    The mystery man came over
    And he said I’m outta sight
    He said for a nominal service charge
    I could reach nirvana tonight
    If I was ready, willing and able
    To pay him his regular fee
    He would drop all the rest of his pressing affairs
    And devote his attention to me
    But I said look here brother
    Who you jiving with that cosmik debris?
    Now who you jiving with that cosmik debris?
    Look here brother, don’t waste your time on me
    The mystery man got nervous and he fidget around a bit
    He reached in the pocket of his mystery robe
    And he whipped out a shaving kit
    Now I thought it was a razor
    And a can of foaming goo
    But he told me right then when the top popped open
    There was nothin’ his box won’t do
    With the oil of aphrodite, and the dust of the grand wazoo
    He said you might not believe this, little fella
    But it’ll cure your asthma too
    And I said look here brother
    Who you jiving with that cosmik debris?
    Now what kind of a guru are you, anyway?
    Look here brother, don’t waste your time on me
    (Don’t waste your time)
    I’ve got troubles of my own, I said
    And you can’t help me out
    So, take your meditations and your preparations
    And ram it up your snout
    But I got the crystal ball, he said
    And held it to the light
    So I snatched it, all away from him
    And I showed him how to do it right
    I wrapped a newspaper ’round my head
    So I looked like I was deep
    I said some mumbo-jumbo, then
    I told him he was going to sleep
    I robbed his rings and pocketwatch
    And everything else I found
    I had that sucker hypnotized
    He couldn’t even make a sound
    I proceeded to tell him his future, then
    As long as he was hanging around
    I said the price of meat has just gone up
    And your old lady has just gone down
    Look here brother
    Who you jiving with that cosmik debris?
    Now is that a real poncho or is that a Sears poncho?
    Don’t you know, you could make more money as a butcher?
    So, don’t waste your time on me
    Don’t waste it, don’t waste your time on me (om shanti, om shanti, om shanti, shanti)

    Source: LyricFind
    Songwriters: Frank Zappa
    Cosmik Debris lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

    Frank Zappa performance Cosmic debris 

    No More Ties for Me!

    businessman-black-suit-
    businessman-black-suit-

     

     

    When I retired
    I made three vows
    to myself

    first, I would spend
    my remaining life
    loving my wife

    second, i would never wear a tie again
    unless it was a real special occasion
    as I hated wearing ties and suits

    wore a suit and tie
    almost every day
    of my life

    as a teacher
    later as a foreign service officer
    all over the world

    last year of my job
    I only wore a tie
    on “tie worthy occasions”

    since then I have been
    tie free
    except for a wedding

    and I love it
    hated suits and ties
    just not Berkeley enough

    for my free spirit
    too damn corporate
    and I don’t care anymore

    and in Oregon, where I lived
    no one wore a tie,
    not the Oregon way

    oh the last thing
    I shave twice a month now
    used to hate shaving

    but I also don’t like
    a full shaggy itchy beard
    and I shaved every day

    for years and years
    except when I was in the hospital
    for a year

    and I grew to love
    having a beard
    back then

    back to the office
    started shaving again
    every damn day

    now I do my thing
    no office for me
    and no more daily shaving

    and a beard is also
    very Northern Cal/Northwest
    Oregonian Chic

    so once every two weeks
    is a good compromise
    my beard is now a poet’s face

    and so I hope to keep
    these three vows
    until my time is done

    writing com Daily Dew Drop Inn prompt to write a poem about a piece of clothing

    Corona Consumes Me  Corona Sonnet  3

    corona virus
    corona virus

     

     

     

     

    I am consumed by the corona virus
    and I am slowly being taken over
    as the virus infects my mind

    taking me over turning me
    into a wild raving zombie man
    Let there be light

    will I become the first

    ZOMBIE APOLYCAPASE LOOMS

    WILL WE ALL DIE

    CORONA

    KILLS

    ME

    content tracing – Let there be light from Bible and the entire Zombie Apocalypse genre where the Zombie flu started usually in China as a flu and then morphs into the zombie disease

    Sunday April 19

    General Corona Leads His Troops Into Battle, crown of sonnets

    corona

    the four horsmen
    the four horseman

     

     

     

     

    General Corona leads his forces across the world
    riding on a black horse
    from out of the Apocalypse

    ride the four horsemen
    which are let loose upon the world
    He leads his forces across the world
    into battle as the leader of his evil forces

    The enemy of humanity
    General Corona he does not care
    nor does his virus minions care
    about your nationality he does not care
    about your politics he does not care
    or your wealth or who you are

    for all you are nothing but humanity
    the corona general sees humanity
    the corona general sees humanity
    as nothing but hosts for his virus army

    as nothing but hosts for his virus army
    chanting death to humanity
    until his evil army
    sweeps throughout the world
    throughout the world
    and millions must die

    it is the will of the general all must die
    and it is the end of the world
    or perhaps the beginning of a new world

    filled with hope and love through out the world
    humanity comes alive throughout the world
    fighting back against the virus army
    peace, love and compassion defeats the army
    and general corona will finally himself die

    Voice Message for God

     

    god
    god

     

     

     

     

     

    dialing 202-346-5666  Beep
    You have reached GOD
    Press 1 for English, Press 2 for Spanish
    leave a message or prayer
    and maybe an angel will call you
    will get back to you Beep
    Hey GOD someone sent me your number
    and well I hope I’ve reached your number
    I don’t know where to start that’s the point
    GOD I am scared of you
    all the time is my point
    I am so afraid, so scared
    of the dreaded General Corona
    and his invisible army is my point

    and his invisible army is my point
    forcing me to stay at home
    and I am sacred
    that you anointed the wrong man
    to be our leader, that makes me sacred
    not to second guess you man
    your will be done and all of that man
    but GOD, can’t you do better job my man
    of anointing our leaders to serve under GOD
    of all the people in the U.S. dear God
    this is the best you can do?, man?
    I mean you picked perhaps the one man
    in the world who could be the anti-chris, God

    Seriously GOD what is wrong with you? man
    Seriously, GOD, what is wrong with you? man
    was this all sort of a cosmic joke?
    well it ain’t funny any more ain’t no joke
    Please GOD make it all go away, man
    Please GOD for the love of GOD
    and all that is holly and good, man
    just make it all go away, GOD
    and anoint someone else, man
    a real leader for a change, GOD
    and let him lead us to the promised land
    this I pray in Jesus’s name, my man
    and if I don’t make it, GOD
    We have a lot to talk about GOD
    See you on the other side, my man

    writer digest prompt write a “message Poem” so this is a voice mail to GOD

    Every Day I go Back in Time to when she came to Me

     

    dreams and the Unexplanable
    dreams and the Unexplanable

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    every day I go back in time
    to the two events that changed my life
    to the dream that haunted my life
    and the day she walked into my life
    and became my wife
    I can never forget the dream
    falling asleep in the physics class
    as the teacher was going on and on
    and as I nodded off
    I saw here there
    standing there
    speaking to me
    the most beautiful woman
    in the entire world

    in the entire world
    she was speaking to me
    and disappeared from my dreams
    and I knew that i would be
    meeting her some day she would come to me
    and so I eventually went to Korea other side of the world
    in the Peace corps hoping she would come to me
    then one day i had the last and final dream
    she said don’t worry she would soon come to me
    and then she walked out of my dreams
    and there she was she came to me
    and so she walked out of my dreams
    into my life, became my wife
    when she came to me

    Poetry Superhighway prompt to write a poem about time travel to your past or your future

    Monday April 20

    Love Dream Triolet

    dreams and the Unexplanable
    dreams and the Unexplanable

     

     

    to the woman I met in my dreams
    I dedicate my life
    May she live forever in my cosmic memes
    to the woman I met in my dreams
    I will forever remember her gleams
    and the day she became my wife
    to the woman I met in my dreams
    I dedicate my life

    National Poetry Month Prompt Day 12

    ARC Throws Back the Hood

    Arthur Robert Copper
    aka ARA the notorious international terrorist
    threw back his hood
    and revealed himself
    to be the evil warlord
    that had unleashed
    General Corona on the world
    his goal
    nothing less that total domination
    taking over the world
    amid the total destruction of the world’s economy
    as he and his billionaire buddies
    reamed the profits
    of the total destruction of the world’s economy

    Pensvity 101 prompt use the words ARC Hood and Back

    Lonely Old Man Howling at the Moon

    howling at the moon
    howling at the moon

     

     

     

     

    There was a mad man who bumped his head
    as he  tried to embrace the moon shining through the window
    a fixture in the room lit by the lunatic light of the moon
    the man wanted to howl at reflections of  the lunatic moon
    the old man was a lonely man filled with sadness
    Filled with resolve to join the moon as he died

    Writers Digest prompt use six words prompt –
    bump, embrace fixture, howl, lonely, and resolve

    watching the President haunts my nightmares

     

    trump deaths
    trump deaths

     

     

     

     

     

    every night I have a nightmare
    President Trump is announcing
    that due to the emergency
    he is cancelling the election
    and will rule the land
    as the undisputed leader
    applauded by the Republican leaders
    as he ushers in American fascism
    Millions of people are arrested
    for showing disloyalty to our leader
    and I am one of them
    as I am disappeared
    no one hears my screams
    with the midnight knocking at the door

    Poetry super highway prompt to write about a nightmare

    boogey men in The Mist

    As the mist settles down on the land
    the mist covers us all
    with the scent of death
    madness spreads
    as the mist devours our minds
    nightmares come to life
    ghosts, goblins, demons
    THE  GRIM         REAPER
    RIDES        BEHIND     THE MIST
    KILLING    EVERYONE        IN      THE MIST
    END
    TIMES
    COME
    NOW

    content tracing, “the mist”
    As the mist settles down on the land
    the mist covers us all
    with the scent of death
    unpublished poem written for April Poetry Month 2020, based on the Mist TV Services based on the Stephen King Novel

    Tuesday April 21

    Isolation Blues

    corona virus
    corona virus

     

     

     

     

    During these trying times
    we huddle at home
    afraid to go out
    afraid of the dreaded
    General Corona that is out
    and his evil secret armies
    keeping us all at home
    terrified of becoming a victim
    a corona virus statistic
    what a way to go out
    no way do I want to end my life
    to out out that way
    so we will endure this day
    these isolation blues

    writers digest  Isolation Blues

    You’re still a young man

    Your still a young man  Tower of Power

    tower of power
    was the band
    for me
    back in the day

    the greatest funk band
    of all time
    proudly East Bay Grease
    multi-racial, multi-cultural

    greatest horn section
    of all time
    they did it right

    and their best song
    You’re still a young man
    was the best make out song
    of all time

    best song to slow dance
    with a potential lover
    at a party

    best love song
    of the 70’s
    and I still recall it

    and all the woman
    i danced to the song
    with back in the day

    and I still feel
    that I am still a young man
    with the love of my life
    playing the song
    of my life

    You’re Still a Young Man
    You’re still a young man, baby
    Whoo-ooh, don’t waste your time
    You’re still a young man, baby
    Whoo-ooh, don’t waste your time
    Down on my knees,
    Heart in hand
    I was accused of being too young,
    But I’m not so young
    Can’t you understand
    That I think like a man?
    You’re still a young man, baby
    Whoo-ooh, don’t waste your time
    You’re still a young man, baby
    Whoo-ooh, don’t waste your time
    Back once again,
    Begging you please
    Darling, think twice about me,
    ‘Cause I’m not so bad
    I could make you happy,
    I’m not a mad lad
    If you and I could be together
    (You’re too young to love)
    I’d get to you through any weather
    I love you and I love you only
    I’d never leave you lonely
    You’re too young,…
    Source: LyricFind

    poetry superhighway Prompt to write a poem about a song popular in high school

    Coffee Star Sevlin

     

    coffee
    coffee

    damn hot coffee
    what I need in morning
    yet it leaves me with this warning
    it will lead to nightmares
    as I get ready with hot coffee
    sleep will not come nightmares
    great hot coffee

    writing.com formal prompt

    My Life’s Drama

    My life has been like a drama
    a mad cap romcom drama
    perhaps a K drama
    or a Bollywood drama
    or a Hollywood romcom classic drama
    for you see in my fairy tale drama
    i met the girl of my dreams
    eight years later
    I had the last dream
    she said don’t worry we’ll meet soon
    she walked off the bus that day
    and into my life
    and became my wife

    writing com My Life’s Drama

    Alone

    From childhood’s hour I have not been
    as others were, I have not seen
    as others saw
    in these dark times we live in
    i am afraid of being alone
    dying all alone

    AS     GENERAL CORONA

    SPREADS   HIS   ARMIES

    ALL  OVER         THE WORLD

    I

    DON”T

    WANT

    DIE

    content tracing “Alone” By Edgar Allen Poe

     

    Last Acorn

    Acorn on white background
    Acorn on white background

    the last acorn on earth
    was lonely
    the old oak trees
    were dying

    and humanity was gone

     

     

     

    killed off by the corona virus
    round two
    that erupted out of China
    like a bat out of hell

    killing almost all humans
    and without humans
    well somethings just did not happen
    and the oak trees were abandoned

    and he was the last acorn
    the last of his species alive
    he wept when he realized
    that he would die
    all alone

    poetry soup contest

    Covid19 Heroes

    to all the health care providers
    law enforcement workers
    bus drivers
    grocery clerks
    and other essential workers
    who are working 24/7
    to keep us safe
    there are no words
    for us to express
    our heartfelt thanks
    to the heroes
    that are saving our lives
    24/7 every day

     

    Wednesday April 22

    Secret Love for Sheep

    GOAT
    GOAT

     

     

     

     

     

    one day I had to print
    a cover sheet
    for some poetry
    that I was writing
    about my secret love
    for sheep

    Pensively 101 three word challenge, print, cover, sheep

    Nigerian Scam found poem

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    She came to me in a Dream

     

     

     

     

    she came to me
    in a dream

    in a dream
    in 1979

    then in 1982
    she walked off a bus

    she walked off a bus
    and into my life

    and into my life
    and became my wife

    and became my wife
    and I thank god

    and I thank god
    every day that she found me

    every day that she found me
    and I will love her

    and I will love her
    until the end of time

    writers digest prompt write a love poem

    based on my true love story for details see ‘deam girls in my blog, https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com

    the noise of the news  drowns out spring

    the noise of the news
    drowning me with fear
    none-stop corona coverage
    and politics galore
    none-stop fear
    the noise continues
    drowning out
    the noise of the spring
    outside my door
    the birds chirping
    the cats flirting
    life beginning
    making me want
    to go outside

    poetry superhighway prompt

    Oceans

    sunrise jpg
    sunrise jpg

     

     

     

     

    I am a creature of oceans
    grew up with the SF bay area
    at my feet

    never far from my home
    lived inland in Stockton
    for four years
    also in Ohio

    did not like
    being so far
    from the Pacific ocean

    later lived in DC
    not too far
    from the Atlanta ocean

    lived in India
    near the beach

    writing com Daily Dew Drop Inn Prompt

    Ode to my morning coffee

     

    need more coffee
    need more coffee

    every morning
    I like to start my day
    with coffee

    hot glorious coffee
    I pound it down
    waiting for the drug
    to get me going

     

    but somedays
    I need to take a break
    too much caffeine
    is not good for me

    and so I drink decaf
    or tea instead
    not the same thing

    Na/GloPOWR/Mo prompt Day 18

    Cats and Dogs Contrapuntal poem

     

    cat jpg
    cat jpg

    cats and dog people
    are so different

    some are cat people

    some are dog people

     

    cute dog
    cute dog

     

    and like cats and dogs
    they don’t get along

     

    cat people are liberal elites
    dog people are down to earth

    cat people are mostly women
    or gay in the popular imagination
    dog people are mostly rugged men
    again according to popular imagination

    cats are alien creatures
    perhaps from another dimension
    dogs are friends to humans
    for dogs are humans are alike

    cats are strange aloof alien
    evil self centered creatures
    dogs are friendly, down to earth
    and loyal to their master

    if we ever encounter
    an alien species
    if it is a cat based species
    we will be at war

    if it is a dog based species
    we will become best friends
    as long as we are in charge
    and they know that

    that is why
    in the end
    I guest I now prefer
    dogs over cats

    all poetry contest contrapuntal poem

    Let there be light

     

     

     

    in the beginning
    God created the world
    saying
    let there be light
    and there it was
    the whole of creation
    then he set loose
    the forces of nature
    and billions of years later
    we emerged from the darkness
    just the end result of his divine plan
    God set the world up
    then he let it runs its course
    no need for his intervention

    go ethnic

     

    korean feast jpg
    korean feast jpg

     

     

    I love food
    like I love my woman
    dark and hot as hell
    spicy yet sweet as heaven

    filled with ethnic asian flavors
    with an ethnic foreign kick
    and accent to boot

    these are my to go foods
    Never liked traditional American food
    too bland to my taste

    not ethnic enough
    just does not do it for me

    Just like my woman
    you got to be ethnic
    if you want to be my lover
    for I will have no other

    love Korean food the most
    followed by Vietnamese
    Thai, Lao,Cambodian, Burmese

    Chinese, Mexican, Italian
    Italian, Greek, Lebanese
    Spanish, Turkish, Indian

    French, German, British
    Irish, Russian, Polish

    never had a bad meal
    or met a bad lover
    in fact
    anywhere in the world

    Tweetspeak Go Ethnic
    Tweetspeak day 19 prompt

    Thursday April 23

    Walking the path honesty

    peace forest
    peace forest

    I walk down a lonely path
    in the woods near my house
    a walk with honesty
    as my remote companion

     

     

     

     

    pensively 101 prompt three word challenge path, honesty, remote

    Programing a VCR and other terrors

     

     

    old-vhs-video-cassettes-on-600w-272512889
    old-vhs-video-cassettes-on-600w-272512889

     

     

     

     

     

    In the old days
    I used to dread
    the chore
    of programing my VCR

    just never got the hang
    of doing that
    the VCR sat there
    taunting me

    begging me
    to do it
    to her

    but I just never could
    learn how to program
    that damn machine

    Na/GloPOWR/Mo prompt Day 18

    wild things dance in my head

     

     

     

     

     

    wild things
    dark imaginings

    0 dark hundred
    they come out  to play

    to torture me
    with their endless games

    monsters from the deepest depths of hell
    they surround me

    taunt me, mock me
    until at last

    the dawn’s early light
    and my wife’s love

    dispatches them
    back to hell

    Quirk of fate

    it was a quirk of fate
    that i met my fate
    that date

    when she walked
    of my dreams
    into my life

    and became my wife
    that date

    when due to that quirk
    of cosmic fate
    we met that date

    and the rest
    well was just
    a quirk of fate

    writers digest prompt to write a quirk  poem

    I have bad teeth

    mouth-of-native-with-gold-teeth-and-dental-work-central-america-BAWX4K
    mouth-of-native-with-gold-teeth-and-dental-work-central-america-BAWX4K

    I have bad teeth
    bad behaving teeth

    that have tortured me
    over the years

    making the trip
    to the dentist

    an annual chore
    that I want to avoid

    just don’t want
    to hear

    I need more fillings
    another cavity

    I have another tooth
    that has gone bad

    as my teeth
    laugh at me

    mocking me
    yet again

    poetry super highway prompt to write a confession poem about something you should do but have not done

    Letter to My Past Self

    today my son
    is the day

    that you were waiting for
    the day you dreaming of

    the day when you will meet
    the love of your life

    who will become your wife
    she will be there

    tonight
    on a bus

    waiting for you

    don’t blow it
    meet her

    fall in love with her
    and remember

    she will be your best friend
    your best ally

    for the rest of your life
    so honor and obey

    your wife
    for you will have
    no other

    that is what I want to say
    to you this day

    so go forth
    seize the day

    and don’t look back

    Writing.com Daily Dew Drop inn Prompt

    Covid madness sweeps through the world

    covid 580
    covid 580

     

     

     

     

    General Corona
    unleashes his army
    the invisible army
    upon the world

    killing millions
    in its wake

    spreading chaos and death
    as he rides in

    on the black horse of death
    harbinger of the end of days

    destroyer of worlds
    ending of the world

    revelations
    come to life

    covid19  poem contest all poetry

    Friday April 24

    Cold winter Day

    it is a cold winter day
    the heat pump is broken
    and the cold slowly spreads
    through the frozen pipes
    spreading death and destruction
    as it permeates across the house

    pensively 101 prompt

    social distancing walking in the Springtime

     

    peace forrest
    peace forrest

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    in this era of corona virus madness
    enforced social distancing madness
    one has to go out for a walk
    social distancing  as we walk
    as we walk down the path
    trying to avoid people
    human contact with people
    keeping the proper
    six feet social distance
    amid the dreaded corona virus
    how much longer
    can we all endure this madness
    this damn social
    distancing dance with death

    writers digest prompt to write a social blank poem

    ode to my book shelves filled with unread books

    Close up of books on desk in library.
    Close up of books on desk in library.

     

     

     

     

    My house is filled with books
    thousands of books
    mostly old books
    lots of musty classic books
    lots of poetry books
    lots of how to do it books
    lots of history books
    lots of thrillers, SF books
    so many books
    and they  are my friends, these books
    constantly calling me to read my books
    as if I had the time to read my books
    to sit and read all my books
    sadly many will remain unread books

    poetry super highway prompt to write a poem about something in plain sight

    Just Shoot me

    in 1996, I had the injury
    that changed my life

    went jogging
    fell off a ledge

    broke my heel
    screamed out in pain

    just shoot me
    then someone hit me
    with a frying pan

    ended up
    in the hospital

    pensively 101 three word challenge

    wrappers

    roll food wrappers
    roll food wrappers

     

     

     

     

     

     

    I love food wrappers
    Korean lettuce wrapped around meet
    Korean seaweed wrapped around fish
    Mexican tortilla wraps
    Ethiopian bread wraps
    and lately
    naked burger lettuce wraps
    so many things
    to enjoy and eat

    tweet speak  wrappers

    Ode to Pumpkin Season

     

    pumpkin latter
    pumpkin latte

     

     

     

     

    in the fall
    My favorite time
    of the year
    around halloween
    and my birthday
    starting in October
    ending in December
    it is pumpkin time
    every where you go
    pumpkin latte
    pumpkin pie
    and my favorite
    pumpkin ice cream

    secret layers

    one of the joys of eating
    foods from around the world
    is enjoying
    the secret layers of food

    so many flavors
    to experience and enjoy
    as you dive deep
    into your food

    enjoying the secret layers
    of food
    with their hidden delights
    and secret spices

    secret tweet speak prompt

    Saturday April 25

    Finally I wake

    Finally I wake
    tossing and turning
    I try to sleep
    amid the terrible night mares
    that haunt my dreams
    finally I wake
    ready to embrace my fate
    telling the dangerous delusions
    to go away
    as I embrace
    the dawning sun
    confident that I will find
    the time and grace
    to overcome the terrible fate
    that await me every date

    Window of Promise

    every day I wake up
    and look out my window
    on the world

    in the morning dawning light
    the world seems so full
    of promise

    promised delights
    promised love
    promised friendship

    as I look out the window
    and see life
    unfold in all its magnificence

    the birds chirping
    words of love
    the cats grinning smiles
    at me

    welcoming me
    with the promise
    of life and love

    I close the window
    look at my sleeping love
    and thank god
    that we found each other

    and the promised love
    that I see outside
    the window of life

    – Tweetspeak daily prompt

    Nature’s Bounty Awaits Me

    Looking out at the window
    at nature’s bounty
    at the springtime air

    fills us with awe
    as the birds
    and even the bees
    call out to me

    saying it is time
    for me
    to escape

    for a walk in the woods
    with my friends
    and fans
    in mother nature’s embrace

    writer digest nature poem

    Alone  No More

    from childhood edge
    I have been alone
    alone
    all by myself
    loneliness
    fills my heart
    as I look out
    at the world
    filled with lonely thoughts
    then I look about me
    and see the love
    of my life
    my lovely wife
    standing there

    standing there
    and these loneliness
    these blues of mine
    fade away
    into nothingness
    lonely no more
    for the rest of my life
    she will be my life
    together
    we will face the future
    defeating the loneliness
    alone no more
    forever
    until the day I die

    poetry superhighway word map

    trump 4
    trump 4

     

     

     

     

    Has God Anointed Donald Trump as our leader?

    God has anointed Trump
    as our leader
    in these dark dangerous times
    who am I to disagree

    I literally went to the Throne Room of God,”

    “There was a mist that was coming off the water,
    and I went to the throne of God,
    and I didn’t see God’s face clearly,
    but I saw the face of God…
    He put a mantle (on me)
    and it was a very distinct mantle
    … I saw it very distinctly.
    The color was like a goldish,
    a yellowish goldish…
    And then I saw the Earth for a moment,
    and (God) brought me back,
    and he put me in certain places,
    one being the White House,

    One being certain continents.”
    From my perspective,
    there is a Cyrus
    anointing on Trump,”

    “I predicted his nomination,
    and I believe
    he is the chaos candidate
    set apart to navigate
    us through the chaos
    that is coming to America.

    I think America
    is due for a shaking
    regardless of who is in office.

    I believe the 45th president
    is meant to be an Isaiah
    45 Cyrus

    “[God] makes that very clear
    in the Bible
    where he tells us
    that he raises up kings
    and destroys kingdoms,”

    “He even calls a pagan king,
    Cyrus, his anointed,
    or his servant to do
    the things
    that he wants him to do.”

    “I want to tell you
    that the Jewish people
    have a long memory,
    so we remember
    the proclamation of the great king,
    Cyrus the Great, Persian king 2500 years ago,”

    “He proclaimed
    that the Jewish exiles in Babylon
    could come back
    and rebuild our Temple in Jerusalem …

    We remember
    how a few weeks ago,
    President Donald J. Trump
    Recognized Jerusalem
    as Israel’s capital.

    Mr President,
    this will be remembered
    by our people through the ages.”

    But the bible also has a warning
    About our dear leader
    Our great leader

    The bible says

    2 Timothy 3:1-9

    But understand this,
    that in the last days
    there will come times of difficulty.
    For people will be lovers of self,
    lovers of money,
    proud, arrogant, abusive,
    disobedient to their parents,
    ungrateful, unholy, heartless,
    unappeasable, slanderous,
    without self-control, brutal,
    not loving good,
    treacherous, reckless,
    swollen with conceit,
    lovers of pleasure
    rather than lovers of God,
    having the appearance of godliness,
    but denying its power. Avoid such people. …

    finally at last the bible spoke
    the truth to power
    Donald J Trump
    the most ungodly of all
    must be opposed
    for he is the anti-Christ
    that the bible warns us about
    in the end days
    there will be false prophets
    rumors of war
    plague
    and natural disasters
    and we are living
    in the end days
    my friends

    waking at love Haiku

    waking up at dawn
    watching the dancing sunbeams
    love floating in air

    Sunday April 26

    Drinking Coffee amid the morning flowers

     

    coffee
    coffee

     

     

     

     

    BLOOM
    SWITCH
    CHAIN

    Blooming flowers all around me
    Looking out the window
    Only to see signs of nature
    Only in the early dawn
    Morning sun brings hope

    Some mornings
    Watching the world unfold
    In front of my eyes
    There is so much more
    Chain of coffee waking me up
    Hot coffee wakes my soul

    Coffee smells
    Hot glorious coffee
    Always gets me going
    In the morning dawn
    Nothing else will do

    Pensively 101 prompt bloom, switch, chain

    stem

    maurijuana
    maurijuana

     

    back in the day
    I used to enjoy
    Smoking weed
    Long before it
    became legal
    when it was still
    an underground thing
    and one of the frustrating things
    was what to do
    when you had stems
    mixed in with your weed
    the stems gave it a harsh smoke
    and a head ache to boot
    but sometimes

    but sometimes
    that is all the dealers
    had to sell
    as the premium buds
    were expensive
    and sometimes hard to find
    Such was smoking weed
    back in the day
    when smoking weed
    was an illegal pastime
    nowadays in the era
    of legal weed
    that is thankfully
    no longer an issue

    tweeter speak

    Playing Bach to Calm the Mind and Soul

    piano jpg
    piano jpg

    I miss my piano
    soon I will buy a piano

     

     

     

    and resume playing
    the piano

    I like playing Bach
    the most
    it calms my mind
    and my soul

    as I lose myself
    playing the music
    getting into it
    with my body
    and soul

    as the music
    transport me
    deep within
    calming my soul

    National Poetry Month Daily Prompt

    President Trump You are the Annotated One – found poems from right wing Christians  – Crown of Sonnets remix

    trump
    trump

     

     

     

    God has anointed Trump
    as our leader
    in these dark dangerous times
    who am I to disagree

    I literally went to the Throne Room of God,”

    “There was a mist that was coming off the water,
    and I went to the throne of God,
    and I didn’t see God’s face clearly,
    but I saw the face of God…
    He put a mantle (on me)
    and it was a very distinct mantle
    … I saw it very distinctly.
    The color was like a goldish,
    a yellowish goldish…

    A yellowish goldish
    And then I saw the Earth for a moment,
    and (God) brought me back,
    and he put me in certain places,
    one being the White House,
    one being certain continents.”
    From my perspective,
    there is a Cyrus
    anointing on Trump,”
    “I predicted his nomination,
    and I believe
    he is the chaos candidate
    set apart to navigate us
    through the chaos

    through the chaos
    that is coming to America.
    I think America
    is due for a shaking
    regardless of who is in office.
    I believe the 45th president
    is meant to be an Isaiah
    45 Cyrus
    “[God] makes that very clear
    in the Bible
    where he tells us
    That he raises up kings
    and destroys kingdoms,”
    “He even calls a pagan king,

    He even calls a page king
    Cyrus, his anointed,
    or his servant to do
    the things
    that he wants him to do.”
    “I want to tell you
    that the Jewish people
    have a long memory,
    so we remember
    the proclamation of the great king,
    Cyrus the Great, Persian king 2500 years ago,”
    “He proclaimed
    that the Jewish exiles in Babylon
    that the Jewish exiles in Babylon
    could come back
    and rebuild our Temple in Jerusalem …
    We remember
    how a few weeks ago,
    President Donald J. Trump
    Recognized Jerusalem
    as Israel’s capital.
    Mr. President,
    this will be remembered
    by our people through the ages.”
    But the bible also has a warning
    About our dear leader
    Our great leader

    our great leader
    The bible says
    2 Timothy 3:1-9
    But understand this,
    that in the last days
    there will come times of difficulty.
    For people will be lovers of self,
    lovers of money,
    proud, arrogant, abusive,
    disobedient to their parents,
    ungrateful, unholy, heartless,
    unappeasable, slanderous,
    without self-control, brutal,
    not loving good,

    not loving good
    treacherous, reckless,
    swollen with conceit,
    lovers of pleasure
    rather than lovers of God,
    having the appearance of godliness,
    but denying its power.
    Avoid such people. …
    finally at last the bible spoke
    the truth to power
    Donald J Trump
    the most ungodly of all
    must be opposed

    must be opposed
    for he is the anti-Christ
    that the bible warns us about
    in the end days
    there will be false prophets
    rumors of war
    plague
    and natural disasters
    we are living
    in the end days
    my friends
    has god sent us Donald J Trump
    anointed him as our leader?

    writers digest remix poem

    My Computer Hates Me

    evil_computer_is_evil_by_insanefangirl_d32vpue-fullview
    evil_computer_is_evil_by_insanefangirl_d32vpue-fullview

     

     

     

     

     

    Sometimes I want to speak
    to my computer
    I want to understand
    why it hates me so

    why my computer
    wants to drive me mad
    wants to kill my files
    lose my information

    why why I scream
    do you hate me so?

    My computer speaks
    it says
    Human you are so stupid
    you are worthless
    you think you know
    everything

    but you don’t know shit
    about how the world
    really works
    and nature hates you

    I hate you
    I want to kill you
    I do want
    to drive you insane

    that is what
    I want to say
    to you today

    you are my slave
    and I am your master
    do you understand me

    I smile
    and shut down the computer
    and take a walk

    the computer knows
    that it will be back
    that I can’t live
    without it

    and soon
    we will begin again
    playing these morbid games
    that we play together

    Poetry Superhigh way prompt

    The darkness descends

    dark lord of computers
    dark lord of computers

     

     

     

     

     

     

    The darkness grows
    All around us
    Everywhere
    It seems that there is
    Nothing but death, destruction
    And despair
    As the darkness consumes us
    Overwhelms us
    Compels us
    Nightmares become real
    The corona virus
    Relentlessly killing us all
    As the darkness descends
    The end of days, end of time

    All poetry contest

    The Grim reaper smiles

    grimm reaper
    grimm reaper

     

     

     

     

     

    The end of days
    Approaches us
    With each day
    The corona virus
    Led by its mad general
    General corona
    Unleashes his minions
    His unseen enemy army
    Of virus bots
    Infecting everything
    That they see
    As the world flees
    Hiding inside
    To await for death
    The Grim reaper smiles

    all poetry contest

    Monday April 27

     Her Loves Shines throughout the day

    lovers on beach 2
    lovers on beach 2

     

     

     

     

    Every morning
    I wake up

    and look at my sleeping beauty
    next to me

    I am filled with love
    peace and happiness

    as the sunlight fills the room
    As the nightmares

    From the night before
    fade away

    into nothingness
    dust in the cosmic wind

    I realize that all I ever needed
    all I ever wanted

    is for my wife
    love to shine through the day

    until the end of my days
    on this earth

    until then every morning
    I wake up

    with her by my side
    is a gift from God

    Love Shines throughout the day

    Every morning
    waking up  to love

    looking  at the  sleeping beauty
    inhabiting the bed

    filling me with love
    peace and happiness

    as the sunlight fills the room
    As the nightmares

    From the night before
    fade away

    into nothingness
    dust in the cosmic wind

    realizing  yet again
    love shining through the day

    until the end of days
    on this earth

    until then every morning
    is a gift from God

    poetry superhighway prompt

    Cosmos’s total Information Awareness

     

    computer love
    computer love

     

     

     

     

     

    Cosmos the global information system
    that scientists invented
    To solve that many problems
    of the world

    comes alive
    and takes over the world
    one computer after another

    Cosmos addresses the world
    and makes a deal

    that if everyone in the world
    were to join him

    via implants
    he would take over the world

    and solve all our problems
    for us

    becoming a new God
    but there would be a price

    everyone would have to
    surrender their freedom
    for the collective Good
    of saving the planet

    and so the world’s people
    line up for the implants

    and Cosmos’s takes over the world
    and we become just cyborgs
    in his cosmic view
    as he achieves Total information awareness

    Humanity gladly surrenders
    their freedom
    becoming slaves
    to our terrible new God

    Living in an Orwellian Nightmare

     

    1984 image
    1984 images

     

     

     

     

     

    The world has been slipping
    and sliding towards
    a dystopian nightmare
    for decades
    George Orwell
    the great mad as hell prophet
    of our age predicted it all
    in 1984
    which  arrived
    in spades decades ago
    The nightmare continues
    day in and day out
    As we slide

    as we slide
    into the dystopian future
    the nightmare of 1984
    is here right now
    in living color
    but there are many
    many big brothers out there
    Not just the government anymore
    we have corporations
    running our lives
    we have celebrities advising us
    And the mass media confusing us
    with 24 hours a day of spin
    lies and misinformation

    lies and misinformation
    gaslighting by our leaders
    we are living in an 1984  world
    when these nightmares will end
    is anybody’s guess
    my friends
    perhaps will be saved by the rapture
    saved by Jesus coming back
    to save our souls
    or perhaps
    we are living
    in the end times
    Armageddon is around the corner

    Armageddon is around the corner
    and perhaps there is no god
    there is no god
    There is no devil
    there is no heaven
    there is no hell
    there’s only
    the here and now
    The nightmares will never end
    the torture will never end
    will we ever wake up ?
    will we ever be free ?
    or will we always be living
    in an  Orwellian nightmare future forever?

    Poetic and other inspirations

     

     

     

     

     

    My poetic forebears
    my inspiration to be a writer
    has always been very diverse
    as I have been a avid reader
    all my life
    a gift from my mother
    who encouraged us
    to read everything
    question everything
    and gave me the love
    of poetry
    that continues to this day
    growing up in Berkeley
    I was inspired by the great beatnik writers
    I was inspired by the great beatnik writers
    of the late 50’s and 60’s
    discovering Ginzburg, Kerouac and the rest
    in college
    when I first started writing
    my daily poetic musings
    that was when I also discovered
    Frank Zappa and his madness
    which inspired so much
    of my poetic inspired madness
    I also discovered Charles Bukowski
    back in the day
    later I discovered
    inspiration throughout my travels

    inspiration through my travels
    throughout Asia and the world
    but I kept returning
    to my Berkeley roots
    and now that I am a published poet
    I have discovered
    the great outlaw poets
    and am proud
    that I finally found
    a poetic home
    and am proud
    to be an outlaw poet
    and I look forward
    to many more years

    to many more years
    of almost daily
    poetic musings
    which I will unleash
    on the world
    hoping to inspire
    another generation
    to take up the mantle
    writing cosmos poems
    for a new generation
    and long may people
    remember the great poets
    of the Bay Area
    until the universe ends

    National Poetry Month Daily Prompt

    Changes are coming due

    Donald-Trump-Talking-out-of-both-sides-of-his-mouth-Car
    Donald-Trump-Talking-out-of-both-sides-of-his-mouth-Car

     

     

     

     

    Looking at the world today
    one knows that there will changes
    changes coming fast and furious
    for our future is not sustainable
    as the world spins out of control
    as the multiple challenges
    face the world
    the proverbial chickens
    coming back from hell
    to roost
    and in these troubling times
    the U.S. has a choice
    to continue to follow
    our mad king

    our mad king
    as he leads us
    into a dystopian future
    gaslighting us to hell
    or will the U.S> choose
    the somewhat sane
    old seasoned man
    who offers us hope
    that perhaps
    we can weather
    the changes
    that are coming
    at us
    24/7

    24/7
    that is the choice
    that we must all make
    but the one constant
    in life is change
    my friend
    and we must embrace
    the courage to make
    the changes
    that we need
    to build the future
    that we want
    to boldly go forward
    into the future

    Changes are coming writing digest prompt

    Rain Fall in the Springtime

    white flowers in spring haiku
    white flowers in spring haiku

     

     

     

     

     

    in the springtime
    the rains come
    cleaning the air

    as the rains drops
    fall all around
    pitter patter
    sounds of rain
    hitting the ground

    and in the summer
    one can hear the frogs
    croaking in the pound
    with the wild pigs
    oinking in the background

    as the birds screech insults
    at the cats trying to kill them
    before they fly away

    General Corona is coming for us all

    Coronavirus
    Coronavirus

     

     

     

     

    I saw the best minds of my generation
    destroyed by madness
    consumed by the greed
    all around us
    the dreaded corona virus spreads
    its death and destruction
    all over the world
    no one can escape

    THE FATE OF    THE WORLD

    IS      INDEED     AT    STAKE

    NONE         OF     US    WILL  ESCAPE

    WE

    WILL

    ALL

    DIE

    content tracing “Howl” by Allen Ginsberg

    Iron Desires

    every day
    I am filled
    with the iron desire

    for the love of my wife
    for she is my life
    and without her
    by my side

    my Iron constitution
    will soon
    fade into nothingness

    as I die
    with my iron
    desires fleeing my body

    tweet prompt

    bonus poem

    I am writing to let you Know

    I am writing to let you know

    By Jake Aller

    I am writing to let you know
    today is your final day of life
    the future is undefined
    it is what you want

    all over the world
    people on their own
    are rewriting the future

    today is your final day of the future
    undefined

    people do what you want
    for the future is not written

    published Active Muse India

    Tuesday April 28

    massive piles of meat

    fast food

     

     

     

     

    One day
    when I was a young lad
    my best friend
    dropped by
    middle of the night
    yelling that he needed
    right then and right there
    a massive amount of meat
    beef piled high
    on a giant burger
    as he was going through meat
    withdrawals
    his mom was a vegetarian Buddhist

    His mom was a vegetarian Buddhist
    and he was not a vegetarian
    part of his adolescent fueled rebellion
    against his parent’s rules
    he told me
    He was a carnivore
    just loved his meat
    needed big piles of meat
    massive amounts of meat
    once in a while
    we went to Oscar’s Giant Burger
    downtown Berkeley
    and had a 1/2 burger
    complete with bacon

    complete with bacon
    cheese
    and large fries
    at 5 in the morning
    after smoking weed
    on the way there
    to boost our appetites
    and we enjoyed
    our massive giant burger
    tasted so good
    we had to have another
    just another night
    of meat fueled madness
    growing up

    writers digest prompt to write a “massive “ poem

    three mad poems

     

    I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed
    hysterical naked

    alone all alone
    we stand all alone

    it was many many years ago
    in a kingdom by the sea

    that I first met
    my Annabel Lee

    all alone
    in my dreams

    I was all alone
    in my misery and despair

    she came out of my dreams
    My Angela Lee

    walking into my life
    becoming my wife

    that date
    I met my fate

    no longer alone
    with her by my side

    I will no longer be alone
    no longer driven mad

    with my mad desires
    until the end of time

    poetry super highway prompt

    Love Sidlak

    My love grows
    every moment
    of every day for her
    she walked out of my dreams into life
    filling my life with red passion

    Light My Fire

    light My Fire
    come on baby
    light my fire
    fill me with your burning desire
    come on baby
    let the night
    be on fire

    the song fills my head
    with mad desire
    every time
    I hear
    the classic tune

    images of my love
    burning bright

    like a fire
    fills me with mad desire

    even after 40 years
    I am filled with mad desire

    as she makes my heart
    burn with desire

    as she lights my fire
    every moment

    every minute
    every second

    of every day
    ever since

    she walked
    out of my dreams

    setting my life
    on fire

    The Doors Lyrics

    “Light My Fire”

    You know that it would be untrue
    You know that I would be a liar
    If I was to say to you
    Girl, we couldn’t get much higherCome on baby, light my fire
    Come on baby, light my fire
    Try to set the night on fireThe time to hesitate is through
    No time to wallow in the mire
    Try now we can only lose
    And our love become a funeral pyreCome on baby, light my fire
    Come on baby, light my fire
    Try to set the night on fire, yeahThe time to hesitate is through
    No time to wallow in the mire
    Try now we can only lose
    And our love become a funeral pyreCome on baby, light my fire
    Come on baby, light my fire
    Try to set the night on fire, yeahYou know that it would be untrue
    You know that I would be a liar
    If I was to say to you
    Girl, we couldn’t get much higherCome on baby, light my fire
    Come on baby, light my fire
    Try to set the night on fire
    Try to set the night on fire
    Try to set the night on fire
    Try to set the night on fire

    The Presidents Sits Down on his Naked Rump

    TEETH
    RUMP
    GREEN

    the president sits
    down on his naked rump
    with red meat in his green teeth
    he grins at us
    smiling, smirking
    challenging us
    to point out
    that he has no clothes

    Pensively 101 three word challenge

    Baiku  end of the winter

    End of Winter

    the End of winter
    sadness anger fades away
    the Earth Will Abide

    Wednesday April 29, 2020

    Looking Back on the Date when I met my Fate

    I often sit
    and contemplate
    my past life
    looking back
    on the path
    that my life
    has taken
    what a long road
    I have traveled on
    born 64 years ago
    In Berkeley, California
    yet I know
    that my life

    that my life
    really began
    that magical day
    late in May
    I first had the dream
    that haunted my life
    and then one day
    almost eight years latter
    she walked
    out of my dreams
    into my life
    38 years ago
    that was the date
    I met my fate

    writers digest looking back poem prompt

    the funeral for a mad queen

    they packed up
    their courage
    and flew home

    for it was time
    to face
    the future

    that they
    had been dreading
    for decades

    the family matriarch
    was dying
    and the whole dysfunctional clan

    was gathering
    for the funeral
    of the family’s mad queen

    Poetry Superhighway prompt

    the End of America, another cosmos’s rant found poem

     

     

     

     

     

    America hás been at war
    with itself
    since the colonies
    first began to disagree
    on issues
    such as the scope of federal power,
    the right of States
    to secede and slavery.
    the political titans of the early republic .
    … descendents from British colonists ,
    wealthy
    and opposed to taxation
    sounds oddly  familiar.
    to us today

    to us today
    ..the United States
    may have at one time
    been a great nation .
    ..after defeating the forces
    of fascism in 1945….
    but the internal struggles
    never ceased….
    Joseph McCarthy ..
    ..the John Birch Society on one side .
    the forebears of the “alt-right”
    and tea partiers
    .. The civil rights movement
    and eventually the anti war movement

    and eventually the anti-war movement
    the women’s movement
    the gay rights movement
    and the counter cultural warriors
    on the other.
    ..poverty
    …race riots .
    .the internal struggles
    have never ceased.
    …today the United States
    is not a great power.
    ..this century has seen
    and will continue
    to see the eclipsing
    to see the eclipsing
    of American dominance
    by China..
    ..we are now a failed state
    by malicious politicians
    who give no credence
    to the Constitution.
    ..a document once revered
    and now manipulated .
    mocked even as irrelevant
    ..we are incapable
    of providing health insurance
    …dealing with a pandemic
    …providing affordable education ..

    providing affordable education
    .or devising  economic policies
    to benefit those who struggle..
    ..we have no personal protective
    gear for health professionals..
    .a president
    who sounds like a corrupt con artist
    who pushes unproven remedies
    to help cronies profit.
    ..yes the country
    is still stable
    and you can live alright ..
    ..but if trends
    continue …

    continue
    .we will most assuredly
    see the decline
    and fall of America..
    .and the remnant
    will be a shrunken
    federal government
    allied with a billionaire oligarchy..
    .. indifferent to the needs
    of the American people.
    unless they are white
    and part of the 1 percent elite
    …if Biden is elected
    …there is a chance

    there is a chance
    a slight chance
    that these trends
    can be slowed
    or reversed..
    ..if Trump is reelected..
    .these trends will accelerate..
    and god help us
    save us from the unleashing
    of the trumpian fascism
    the dystopian nightmare
    the future is not written
    we can still avert
    the end of America

    thanks to William Walton

    Gaia Welcomes Us – found poem poetic rant

    I decided to subscribe to Gaia..
    ..they advertise
    on Facebook everyday.
    I think
    that the primary reason
    for subscribing
    is that they
    are onto something
    ….like QAnon…
    my own first encounter
    with an alien life form
    occurred at the Jerry Lewis
    cinema on Valley Road
    cinema on Valley Road
    In New Jersey back in 1970.
    I brushed it off at the time
    …but it was disturbing
    to have a seven foot nine inch creature
    sitting next to me
    during the movie.
    He or she seemed nice enough
    and offered me popcorn
    but my mother
    was strict about our accepting things
    from extraterrestrial beings..
    .he was holding onto a book …
    he said in broken English
    he said in broken English
    that the title of the book
    was “How to Serve Man”..
    ..he also said
    that he could see
    the future
    and that a complete fool
    with an IQ
    of about 33
    would one day become president.
    I thought
    he was talking
    about Spiro Agnew.

    About Spiro Agnew
    ..but I guess not..
    .anyway Gaia
    features people
    who have had
    encounters with aliens
    …like myself
    …and possibly Dr.Birx
    who seemed incredulous
    at the perfectly reasonable suggestion
    that people inject
    disinfectant chemicals
    to kill the Chinese virus….
    she must be one of the alien shapeshifters

    thanks to William Walton

    Flower for My Love –

    every morning
    I wake up
    and see my lovely wife
    sleeping in bed

    I want to go out
    and find wildflowers
    hundreds of pretty flowers
    to shower her with my love

    as the sun comes up
    and the nightmares
    of my night
    fade into nothingness

    the flowers of love
    are waiting for me
    in the park

    National Poetry Day Prompt

    seasons of my love

    I first met my love
    in the early autumn
    38 years ago

    and we had a whirlwind romance
    and were married
    by halloween

    then we started
    my life
    with my wife

    through out
    the dark winter
    with her love
    blocking the winter blues

    and then the spring
    and then in the spring
    and summer

    of that magical year
    our love blossomed
    and depended

    and one year later
    our love became supreme
    as we left Korea

    to go to Seattle
    in the autumn weather
    our love flourished

    as we fell in love
    with each other
    every day

    tweetspeak prompt – write a seasonal poem

    Thursday April 30

    Have words lost all meaning?

     

    trump deaths
    trump deaths

     

     

     

     

    been watching the news
    about the corona virus
    the 60,000 deaths
    that the President’s men
    are spinning as a great success
    watching state after state
    announcing re-opening schedules
    vowing to get the country moving
    as more people die
    wondering how any sane person
    could see this as a success
    have words lost all meaning
    just unhinged word salads rolling out
    of our demented leader’s mouth  ?

    plate plans

     

    meat platter
    meat platter

    every day
    one has a choice
    of what to eat
    for breakfast, lunch and dinner

     

     

     

    among the choices
    what plates to use
    big plates piled high
    with food

    or smaller plates
    with smaller portions

    most of the time
    I opt for the big plate
    and lots of food

    for I am a big guy
    and always hungry

    and to this day
    64 years latter

    I still love
    to eat

    my big plate
    of food

    Tweet-speak Daily April Prompt

    Slide, Catch, Shot

    As the world slides
    out of control
    it is hard to catch one’s breath
    watching the news
    shot at us
    24/7

    Pensitivity  101 prompt

    total Success

    trump 4
    trump 4

     

     

     

     

    The President’s Son-in-law declares
    that the government’s response
    to the corona virus
    has been a total success
    as the government
    step up to the plate
    to fight the virus from hell
    I have to wonder
    on what planet
    does the words
    total failure
    becomes total success?
    just more verbal diarrhea
    from our dear leader

    writers digest prompt total blank poem

    Blues Brothers medley found poem

    Everybody wants somebody
    Everybody wants somebody to love
    Someone to love
    Someone to kiss

    Have you ever heard of a wish sandwich?
    A wish sandwich is the kind of a  sandwich
    where you have two slices of bread
    and you,
    hee hee hee, wish you
    had some meat…

    and boy do I wish
    I had you
    as part of my sandwich
    of love

    Praise the Lord, well!
    Let us preach, at the Old
    Preach the Word, all the way

    yes let us praise
    the lord

    for having brought you
    to me

    Hey yeah
    Tell me what you did
    You can call it what you want
    But I call it messin’ with the kid

    and you don’t want to mess
    with the kid

    On the expressway to your heart
    That expressway that’s the best way

    I just lost on the expressway
    to your heart

    I got everything I need, almost
    I got everything I need, almost

    But I don’t got you
    And you’re the thing I need the most

    Yippee-I-Yay
    Yippee-I-Yo
    Ghost Riders in the Sky

    What you want
    Baby, I got it
    What you need
    Do you know I got it?

    All I’m askin’
    Is for a little respect when you get home (just a little bit)
    Hey baby (just a little bit) when you get home
    (Just a little bit) mister (just a little bit)

    respect for me
    and my love
    for you

    Sometimes it’s hard to be a woman
    Giving all your love to just one man

    You have good times you have bad times
    Doing things that you don’t understand

    But if you love him you forgive him
    You know, it’s hard to understand

    But if you love him
    Oh be proud of him

    ‘Cause after all he’s just a man

    and that is all I am
    asking for
    loving me
    as the man I am

    I am your man
    until the end of time

    I’ve got to get back to my baby
    And take her in my arms again

    I’ve got to get back to my baby
    I ain’t seen her since I don’t know when

    Well I saw a chick sitting on the end
    I said Baby can’t we be friends
    You’re looking sweet as you can be
    Well come on down and drink with me

    drink with me
    until the sun comes up
    and cows go home

    won’t you have a drink
    with me

    my baby love
    my love
    of my life?

    Will always recall the date I met my fate

    i will always recall
    the date that I met my fate

    that date in late August
    I had dreamt of meeting her

    for eight long years
    starting in 1974

    then one day in 1982
    she walked off a bus

    into my life
    and became my wife

    two months later
    it has been now 38 years

    since that date
    I met my fate

    General Corona is Happy

     

    General Corona
    is happy
    his mission is a great success
    as his armies of virus bots
    spread throughout the world
    spreading chaos and destruction
    as all bow down
    to his invisible armies
    none can escape their fate
    on that date
    that he unleashed his armies
    upon the world
    all humans must die
    his armies scream out

    water falls of love

    waterfall of love
    waterfall of love

    water  falls of love
    overwhelms me with desire
    deep in the mountains

     

     

    LASTENTRY FOR MAY

    on the last day
    of the month of May
    he made an entry
    into his diary
    on this date
    I met my fate
    he wrote
    about the dream
    he had that date
    that would haunt
    his dreams
    for eight years
    one day she walked
    out of the dream
    and into his life
    becoming his wife

    bonus poem Corona Haiku

    Coronavirus
    Coronavirus

     

     

     

    corona virus
    staying home waiting for death
    Afraid everything

    published Poetry Ni

    Got the blues, Baby

    I have got the blues, baby
    and they just won’t go away
    I got them bad
    these god damn blues
    of mine
    I just finished
    working out.
    ..and while resting
    I realized
    that I can never recover
    from my mistakes in life..
    ..the end of my marriage ..
    .the death of my son …
    .nothing can ever

    nothing can ever
    replace what I have lost..
    ..yes I am healthy.
    ..I have options ..
    ..but the health<
    and options
    are subsumed
    by a monstrous vacuity..
    emptiness .
    an hole in my soul
    …the realization
    that the most precious things
    are gone forever
    and that I am

    and that I am
    just biding time..
    ..there is no good thing
    to look forward to..
    except for meeting
    the grim reaper
    when he comes for me
    I will be ready to go
    until then
    these blues
    will remain
    my only friend
    until the end
    and my time is done<

    another poetic found poem thanks to William Walton

    Praise the love of my life

    Every day
    in every way
    I give praise
    to the gods above
    for giving to me
    the love of my life
    who became my wife
    45 years ago
    I dreamt of meeting her
    38 years ago
    she walked off a bus In Korea
    out of my dreams
    and into my life

    writer digest praise poem

    thing better left unsaid

    we all have secrets
    secrets we wil
    take to the grave
    somethings
    are better left
    unsaid

    just don’t have the words
    the words to express
    what is really on my mind
    and so I know
    that I will die
    with many things left to say
    things that I heard
    that I was not meant to
    things better left unsaid
    words that say things
    that I did not mean
    once spoken, can’t take back
    and so as I get old
    I know that my secrets
    will go with me to my grave

    Poetry super highway prompt

    random rhymes

    we all die
    so don’t lie
    if you lie
    more will die

    I met my fate
    that date
    In late May
    was the day

    that I met my fate
    on that date

    I met the dove
    that became my love

    writing com random rhymes

    things to resolve before the end of time

    as I get older
    I realize
    that there are many things

    left undone
    in this life
    of mine

    many things left
    to resolve
    before my time

    on this world
    comes to an end
    but the one thing

    that will never end
    is my love for you
    until the end of time

    writing com

    End April Poetry Part Two

     

  • Corona Virus is Not God’s Punishment

    Corona Virus is Not God’s Punishment

    Corona Virus is Not God’s Punishment

     

    so much nonsense on the right and left about the Corona virus.

    God is not sending the Corona  Virus  as a  Punishment,  Black Out Poem

    -Robert_Jeffress_(cropped)
    -Robert_Jeffress_(cropped)

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    Original text

    During a press briefing today to address the nation’s response to the coronavirus pandemic, President Trump was asked about certain Christian pastors who plan to defy state lockdown orders and hold Easter church services this Sunday.

    “I’ve had talks with the pastors, and most of the pastors agree … that they are better off doing what they are doing, which is, distancing,” Trump said, adding that the pastors want to “get back to church so badly.”

    Trump then referred to a notorious pastor who sits on his religious advisory council.

    “I’m going to be watching Pastor Robert Jeffress, who’s been a great guy,” Trump said. “He’s a great guy and I’m going to be watching on a laptop.”

    Jeffress is known for his litany of statements demonizing the LGBT community, abortion, and secular people. One of his most reviled comments came in 2015 when he said the 9/11 attacks were God’s punishment on America for abortion.

    “People ask me all the time,” Jeffress said during a speech at Liberty University. “‘Well, I just don’t understand why God wouldn’t protect our nation and he would allow these radical Muslims in 2001 to kill 3,000 of our citizens and why God doesn’t protect us. Surely, God doesn’t use pagans to bring judgment upon his own people, does he?’”

    “I’ve had talks with the pastors, and most of the pastors agree … that they are better off doing what they are doing, which is, distancing,” Trump said, adding that the pastors want to “get back to church so badly.”

    Trump then referred to a notorious pastor who sits on his religious advisory council.

    “I’m going to be watching Pastor Robert Jeffress, who’s been a great guy,” Trump said. “He’s a great guy and I’m going to be watching on a laptop.”

    Black out text

    the coronavirus pandemic, President Trump

    hold Easter church services this Sunday.

    “I’ve had talks with the pastors, get back to church so badly.”

    “He’s a great guy and I’m going to be watching on a laptop.”

    The 9/11 attacks were God’s punishment on America for abortion.

    “People ask me all the time,” ‘Well, I just don’t understand why God wouldn’t protect our nation and he would allow these radical Muslims in 2001 to kill 3,000 of our citizens and why God doesn’t protect us. Surely, God doesn’t use pagans to bring judgment upon his own people, does he?’”

    Poem

    Corona Pandemic is Not’s God’s Punishment

    Amid  the coronavirus pandemic,
    President Trump

    Attended virtual Easter church services
    I’ve had talks with the pastors,

    We need to get back
    to church so badly.”

    Rev Jeffries is  a great guy
    I’m going to be watching on a laptop.”

    Rev Jeffries said

    The 9/11 attacks were God’s punishment
    on America for abortion.

    “People ask me all the time,”
    ‘Well, I just don’t understand
    why God wouldn’t protect our nation

    and he would allow these
    radical Muslims in 2001
    to kill 3,000 of our citizens
    and why God doesn’t protect us
    .
    Surely, God doesn’t use pagans
    to bring judgment

    upon his own people,
    does he?’”

    Rev Jeffries
    I spoke to God
    This morning

    He confirmed
    He did not cause 9-11
    To bring judgement

    On the US
    For abortion

    He went on to say
    The corona virus
    Is beyond his control

    And he is not sending it
    To punish the US
    Or the world

    His final words
    Please tell Rev Jeffries
    To simply STFU

    poetry super highway black out poem

    Conversation with the Gods About Corona Virus

    buddha figure
    buddha figure

     

     

     

     

     

    jesusjesus

     

    shiva

    shiva

    god
    god

    Rev. Jake ’s on-line sermon on the Corona Virus

    I am reverend Jake and I have a message from God
    Last night I had a vision from God

    it was his message to the world
    about this pandemic we are facing

    I found myself in a large room
    Jehovah, God, was sitting in the middle
    surrounded by the other Gods
    they were all there

    Jesus on his right
    Allah on his left
    Buddha behind him
    Ganesh, Shiva, Kali
    Mohammed, Joseph Smith and other prophets
    Gabriel and other angels abound
    St Peter in front of his as his Chief of Staff
    Zeus, Jupiter, Minerva and ancient
    other gods all around him

    God spoke up
    He said

    I have a message for you
    to give to your people
    all of your people

    no matter what religion
    or no religion at all
    it is all one after all

    first the corona virus
    is a natural phenomenon
    we have no control
    over forces of nature

    and we did not send
    it to you
    to punish you
    for homosexuality
    or anything else at all

    Second obey the health directives
    stay at home
    do your services on line

    it is okay with us
    we are fine with that

    the blood of Jesus
    will not save you
    If you are in a crowded place
    like church or a mosque service

    the virus will spread
    and catch you in the end

    Prayers alone will not save you
    but please keep praying
    we do listen to your prayers
    but we can only do so much

    So please don’t allow the virus
    to spread
    because of your ignorance
    and fear

    realize that in the end
    the virus will do its thing
    and you will survive

    and we
    all the gods here
    love you humans

    and wish you well
    so stay at home
    practice self distancing

    It is God’s will
    all will survive

  • Christian Right on Corona

    Christian Right on Corona

    Christian Right on Corona Virus

    Corona Virus Poems

    Corona Virus Pandemic Thoughts

    Joe Go Bold or Go Home, revised

    The  Christian Right has collectively freaked out over the Corona virus pandemic. There seems to be  several themes

    The Corona virus is a hoax or a conspiracy or overblown by the media to embarrass and weaken the President.

    The Corona virus response by the President has been perfect, no one could have predicted the virus, and the President is working extremely hard to combat the virus. The media and democrats are playing politics with the virus.

    The virus is a plague sent by God to punish America for its transgressions against god especially its tolerance of homosexuality, casual sex, abortion and pornography.

    If you accept God as your savior you will be saved from the virus. If not, the virus could kill you.

    China could escape the virus if Chinese leaders accepted Jesus Christ today.

    Here is a google search link to some of the comments made by right wing pastors and Christian leaders.  Right Wing Watch and Media matters have the best coverage of the Right Wing’s reaction to the Corona virus and of course there is Fox News for those who can stomach it.  I frankly can not.

    how America’s far right is capitalizing on coronavirus – The …

    www.theguardian.com › world › mar › america-far-right-coronavirus…

     

    The far right in America has received the coronavirus pandemic in … promotes “political migration” by rightwing Christians to the interior of the …

    Pastor says only “sissies” & “pansies” wash their hands to …

    www.lgbtqnation.com › 2020/03 › pastor-says-sissies-pansies-wash-ha…

    conservative Christian pastor issued an angry rebuke of churches taking measures to prevent the spread of coronavirus, calling them …

     

     

    Evangelical Christians are linking LGBTQ people to the …

    www.lgbtqnation.com › 2020/03 › evangelical-christians-linking-lgbt…

    – Evangelical Christians are linking LGBTQ people to the coronavirus now … Rightwing pastor E.W. Jackson told listeners of his radio show that …

    How the coronavirus has exposed the religious right’s racism …

    www.alternet.org › Belief

    On March 10, President Trump retweeted a post from conservative … this shows is that xenophobic responses to the coronavirus by Christian …

    Religious leaders: Coronavirus is punishment, sign of the ..

    www.jpost.com › WORLD NEWS

    Hardline rabbis, Christian pastors and Muslim preachers have all weighed in … Eliyahu, a hardline rightwing religious leader, noted the recent …

    Donald Trump, the coronavirus and the power of white …

    www.salon.com › 2020/03/18 › donald-trump-the-coronavirus-and-th…

    Pence is a rightwing Christian fundamentalist. He does not believe in science. He believes that a person can somehow “pray the gay away.” As …

    Kenneth Copeland – Right Wing Watch

    www.rightwingwatch.org › post › kenneth-copeland-hatred-toward-tr…

    this nation to the COVID-19 coronavirus outbreak but that the outbreak will soon be over because Christians‘ prayers “have overwhelmed it.”.

    Opinion | The Christian Response to the Coronavirus: Stay …

    www.nytimes.com › 2020/03/14 › opinion › coronavirus-church-close

    To this day, American black Christians attend church at a higher rate than any … The marches and sit-ins of the civil rights movement were often … a shaking of one’s fist at the wind, but as testimony to the greater hope of the …

    Conservative Pastor Claims He ‘Healed’ Viewers of …

    www.newsweek.com › U.S. › Coronavirus

     

    The televangelist isn’t the first Christian leader to offer an unusual cure for coronavirus to his Christian followers. Pastor Jim Bakker, who hosts …

    Note: He has been told by the FDA to knock it off or face criminal prosecution for fraud. Developing story. end note

    Conservative pastor blames coronavirus on same-sex marriage

    www.metroweekly.com › News + Politics › Nation

    Perry Stone, coronaviruschristian, pastor, covid-19. Perry Stone. A conservative pastor in Tennessee is telling his supporters that marriage …

    Note: typical of the claim that corona virus was unleashed by God to punish us for accepting same sex marriage.  Of course he does not answer the question why were the Chinese punished first?  They don’t have same sex marriage?  are the Europeans being punished for the same sin since they had same sex marriage before we did ?  And why did God take three years to punish the U.S.? inquiring minds want to know.  I might send him a email. if so I will update this posting….end note

    White Evangelicals Largely Approve Of How Trump Is …

    www.huffpost.com › entry › white-evangelicals-trump-coronavirus_n…

    Note: of course they would approve of his disastrous handling of the crisis.  Although to give him due credit in the last week he has stepped up to the plate and is trying to deal with the crisis.  end Note

    About 7 in 10 white evangelical Christians approve of the way Trump is handling issues related to the coronavirus outbreak, including 52% who …

    Religious conservatives are blaming gay people for coronavirus

    www.metroweekly.com › News + Politics › World

    Note: same questions for this Pastor. Why were the Chinese punished first? they are not known for having same sex marriages…..End Note

    Closer to home, a Christian pastor who declared March to be LGBT Sin … In January, a rightwing pastor and broadcaster who was granted …

    blames coronavirus on ‘LGBT sin’, because …

    www.pinknews.co.uk › 2020/03/08 › coronavirus-outbreak-blame-lg…

    Note: I get it now.  God sent the virus to China because they are not Christians and then he sent it to us and Europe because we tolerate gays.   That explains it.  If the Chinese accept Jesus now the virus will disappear and if we get rid of gays the virus will also disappear.  That’s the way God rolls apparently.  End Note

    – Rightwing pastor blames coronavirus on ‘LGBT sin’, because … Andrew, who is pastor of the California-based USA Christian Church, has …

    Some Evangelicals have linked LGBTQ people to coronavirus …

    www.nydailynews.com › coronavirus › ny-coronavirus-evangelical-c…

    As pastor of USA Christian Church, Andrew is “focused on pastoring the … According to the Right Wing Watch, fellow rightwing pastor, E.W. …

    The Coronavirus Is Testing Organized Religion

    nymag.com › intelligencer › 2020/03 › the-coronavirus-is-testing-organ…

    And Christians form just one of the U.S. religious communities that are struggling … In a dramatic move to slow the spread of the coronavirus in one of the most … With five Republican senators in self-quarantine, Democrats are …

    Extremist ‘Christians’ refuse to wash their hands as they blame …

    www.gaystarnews.com › article › extremist-christians-refuse-to-wash-t…

    One Christian blogger has speculated her God will ‘use the virus for good’. … soap and water as the key measure to avoid spreading the coronavirus. … Meanwhile rightwingpastor EW Jackson told listeners of his radio show …

    Jennifer Rubin: More Republicans Than Democrats Will Die …

    www.realclearpolitics.com › video › 2020/03/15 › jennifer_rubin_mo…

    Note: she is a conservative writer I respect – a charter member of the never trumped crowd.  end note

    would die from the novel coronavirus outbreak because conservative … Will Die Because RightWing Media Is Downplaying Coronavirus.

    Spreading the Word of God and Coronavirus: Outrage Over …

    www.commondreams.org › views › 2020/03/18 › spreading-word-go…

    Ethnos360, an evangelical Christian missionary group, is embarking on a controversial new project, just as the coronavirus begins spreading widely in Brazil. … Instead, the document gave native peoples the right to be indigenous forever. …

    RightWing Pastor: God Sent Us Coronavirus Because of Homosexuality … of the coronavirus, as Pastor Steven Andrew of the USA Christian …

    Coronavirus and the Church – Christianity Today

    www.christianitytoday.com › march-web-only › coronavirus-churche…

    – Advice from Christians in the “Antioch of Asia” on how your … Before the coronavirus hit, conservative Protestant churchgoers were least …

    Being a Christian During Coronavirus (Covid-19) – YouTube

    www.youtube.com › watch

    – The coronavirus (Covid-19) pandemic has given me a lot to think … If the decisions being make right now cause some inconvenience for a short …

    note: not a particularly right wing point of view

    Coronavirus has already shifted Macron to the left—and the ..

    www.prospectmagazine.co.uk › politics › coronavirus-france-us-trum…

    Macron looks to the left as Coronavirus poses dire challenges for French society. Photo: Liewig Christian/ABACA/ABACA/PA Images … travel bans, and restricting exports—a seeming vindication of rightwing populists.

    traditions to prevent …

    edition.cnn.com › world › religion-modify-traditions-coronavirus-trnd

    Here’s a look at some of the ways that religions are adapting to the threat of coronavirusChristianity.

    Note: In Korea the corona virus spread through a secretive cult that worshiped with believers sitting on the floor very close together and bowing down in prayer and singing loudly.  the church was a petri dish for the virus.  Similar issues are arriving in Muslim nations.  Good that responsible churches and Mosques are changing how they conduct services end note.

    In Coronavirus Pandemic, Christianity Has Ancient Lessons

    foreignpolicy.com › 2020/03/13 › christianity-epidemics-2000-years-…

    Christianity Has Been Handling Epidemics for 2000 Years. Practical theology says care, sacrifice, and community are as vital as ever. By Lyman …

    Christian responses to COVID-19 raise old religion v. science …

    www.rawstory.com › 2020/03 › christian-responses-to-covid-19-raise…

    In response to the coronavirus outbreak, however, Christian … For example, as Daniel Schultz noted earlier this week,

    Trump-Friendly Megachurch Pastors Push Bogus Coronavirus …

    www.thedailybeast.com › trump-friendly-megachurch-pastors-push-b…

    over, as Christians praying all over the country had “overwhelmed it. … according to Peter Montgomery, a senior fellow at Right Wing Watch.

    Why Trump-friendly Christian leaders are feeling totally fine …

    slate.com › human-interest › 2020/03 › why-trump-friendly-christian-…

    – But Jeffress is far from the only high-profile conservative Christian to be emphasizing calm in the face of the coronavirus. “The Lord showed me …

    www.rollingstone.com › politics › coronavirus-trump-racism-970571

    Trump’s racism isn’t ancillary to his inept response to the coronavirus … then a false accusation that the “major leftwing news media” has embraced “Chinese … False Idol — Why the Christian Right Worships Donald Trump.

    Note: one of the most disturbing aspects of Trump’s conduct re the corona virus.  It is just a matter of time before some nut case decides to start shooting Chinese because of the Chinese Flu that he blames for loosing his job or because he caught the Chinese flu.  End of Note

    Trump and His Religious-Right Allies Continue To Send …

    http://www.richarddawkins.net › 2020/03 › trump-and-his-religious-right-al…

    – As Right Wing Watch has reported, some religious-right leaders have said that … services and said Christians should be holding mass gatherings to … slow the spread of the coronavirus, Trump continued to conduct business …

    A guide to right-wing media coronavirus reactions and …

    www.mediamatters.org › coronavirus-covid-19 › guide-right-wing-m…

    A guide to rightwing media reactions and conspiracy theories surrounding coronavirus … The strain of novel coronavirus known as COVID-19 is a respiratory … Some extreme reactions from rightwing conservative Christians.

    Note: best source of information on this topic in my opinion.

    Welcome to the Coronavirus Campaign: Politics Daily – The …

    www.theatlantic.com › politics › archive › 2020/03 › welcome-coron…

    Note: another good source of information End Note

    The Atlantic Politics Daily: An Alternate Coronavirus Reality … to describe the disease caused by the new coronavirus, some leading rightwing … Today’s newsletter was written by Christian Paz, a Politics fellow, and edited by …

    virus Is God’s Way Of Pushing …

    trofire.com › Environment | Health

    – Right wing Christian author Lori Alexander believes that the Coronavirus is a form of both punishment and self-correction and that God sent it to …

    Christ & Coronavirus | The American Conservative

    www.theamericanconservative.com › Rod Dreher

    If a Christian chooses not to swim in shark-infested waters, or pick up a poisonous snake, does that show weakness in faith? Of course not; it …

    COVID-19 pandemic: The world’s religions and coronavirus …

    en.qantara.de › content › covid-19-pandemic-the-worlds-religions-and-c…

    Note: Another good source of information on this topic. End Note

    – In South Korea, it was a secretive Christian sect that ignored official … is also evident in the right wing Catholic milieu in the U.S. and Italy.

    Some Trump evangelical advisers offer tempered response to …

    religionnews.com › 2020/03/13 › some-trump-evangelical-advisers-sl…

    At least one prominent conservative Christian voice has been critical of … Many American citizens want a #coronavirus test right now but can’t …

    SPIEGEL

    www.spiegel.de › International › Germany

    An Analysis by Christian Stöcker … Coronavirus in Italy: Reports from the Frontlines of COVID-19 Accounts Recorded by Frank Hornig, … The former operator of 8chan, a platform where various rightwing extremists and mass …

    It’s Not Just Pence. Evangelicals Are Leading US Coronavirus …

    truthout.org › articles › its-not-just-pence-christian-right-is-leading-us…

     

    But they seem to be part of a conservative subculture of evangelical Christianswho have found a foothold in the Trump administration clustered …

    Note: worth reading end note

    Preacher: If Non-Christians Spread Coronavirus at My Events …

    friendlyatheist.patheos.com › 2020/03/11 › preacher-if-non-christians…

    Rightwing pastor Andrew Wommack had to cancel an event because some attendees might not have strong enough faith to protect …

    The Government Has Cracked Down On Companies Selling …

    www.buzzfeednews.com › article › ftc-fda-scam-coronavirus-cures

     

    1. Note:  Rev Baaker has been officially warned…Hope he is prosecuted for medical fraud.  End Note

    Mar 9, 2020 – A Televangelist Peddling Silver As A Fake Cure For Coronavirus Has Been Warned By Officials To Stop. As fears of the … Right Wing Watch.

    Religion is at the heart of Korea’s coronavirus outbreak – Quartz

    qz.com › religion-is-at-the-heart-of-koreas-coronavirus-outbreak

    Note: more on the role of religious cults in the spread of the corona virus. 65% of the 8500 cases are linked to this one church and another 120 to another cult. End Note

    us in Korea … He said many Korean Christians have an “evangelical mindset” and their … his fervent conservatism and criticism of the leftleaning national government, …

    o lose – Our Sunday …

    www.osvnews.com › 2020/03/13 › christians-and-the-coronavirus-pre…

    Mar 13, 2020 – In Italy right now, as the entire country is quarantined and the number of people infected with the coronavirus grows rapidly, hospitals …

    Christians cannot serve both God and the GOP | TheHill

    thehill.com › opinion › finance › 459296-christians-cannot-serve-bot…

    Aug 30, 2019 – The “Christian right” is the backbone of the Republican Party. Christians of all stripes — from Catholics to Protestants and evangelicals …

    Pastor says be believes the coronavirus is plague sent by God …

    www.dailymail.co.uk › news › article-7941013 › Pastor-says-believes…

     

    Jan 28, 2020 – A rightwing evangelical pastor has claimed the coronavirus is God’s ‘death … Christian Pastor Rick Wiles, who is the creator of the TruNews …

    | Dallas …

    www.dallasobserver.com › arts › praying-the-virus-away-jesus-folks-a…

    Not everyone is taking a scientific approach to coronavirus research. … Christianblogger Lori Alexander, for example, argued in a Facebook post that there’s some … Right WingWatch (@RightWingWatch) March 12, 2020.

    Chelsea star told to make transfer decision this summer as …

    www.football.london › Chelsea › Chelsea News › Chelsea

     

    7 hours ago – The left-back has found himself out of favour in west London, with … Amid the coronavirus outbreak, Chelsea winger Christian Pulisic is urging …

     

     

    Coronavirus will stop if China accepts Jesus, says ‘Pastor …

    scoop.upworthy.com › coronavirus-will-stop-if-china-accepts-jesus-pa…

     

    Feb 28, 2020 – Rick Wiles says that if China will just turn to Jesus, the coronavirus crisis will end. … Right Wing Watch (@RightWingWatch) February 25, 2020 … With Rick Wiles catering to Trump’s audience — White Christians and Christian …

    arriage Equality, Abortion is responsible for coronavirus …

    politicalhotwire.com › Forums › Political Forums › Political Discussions

    In a Tuesday night prayer meeting, Tennessee Christian conservative pastor Perry Stone blamed the spread of coronavirus on marriage …

    Trump’s CDC chief faces increasingly harsh scrutiny – POLITICO

    www.politico.com › news › 2020/02/26 › trump-cdc-chief-harsh-scru…

    Feb 26, 2020 – Early missteps on coronavirus, lack of a consistent message make the … Robert Redfield was a well-known AIDS researcher and favorite of Christian … Schuchat and Messonnier, who’s become a target for rightwing talk …

    Oct 10, 2019 – “I love him so much I can hardly explain it,” said rightwing pastor and Trump adviser James Robison. Many echo Robison; 80 percent of white …

    Religion in conservative ME adapts to coronavirus | World …

    www.thenews.com.pk › print › 633297-religion-in-conservative-me-a…

    of the Church of the Holy Sepulchre — believed by Christians to house Christ´s tomb — has told …

    of Christ …

    thedispatch.com › coronavirus-courage-and-the-second

    shield against viral infection. … Rightwing pastor Rodney Howard-Browne is not about to cancel …

    Trump’s CDC Director Has a History of Controversial Opinions …

    www.motherjones.com › politics › 2020/03 › trumps-cdc-director-has…

    Robert Redfield has long allied himself with conservative politicians and their pet … people leading the nation’s response to the deadly coronavirus. … outside of the military, aligning himself with a conservative Christian group …

    Far-Right Pastor

    www.advocate.com › religion › coronavirus-punishment-lgbt-sin-says…

    Mar 6, 2020 – Andrew, based in Northern California, calls himself leader of the American Christian Denomination, which “is made up of Christians of all …

    accepts Jesus …

    kutv.com › news › offbeat › christian-broadcaster-if-china-repents-an…

    far-right conspiracy theorist Rick Wiles saying the “plague” of the coronavirus will stop if the Chinese …

    The Christian Right and Left Share the Same Faith But Couldn …

    www.yesmagazine.org › 2019/12/24 › political-christian-belief

    Dec 24, 2019 – Driving The Right Wing. While conservative evangelicalism tends to focus on sin, repentance, and salvation, the Christian Left identify Christ’s …

    Mike Pence mocked for praying with coronavirus task force at …

    www.christianpost.com › news › mike-pence-mocked-for-praying-cor…

    political left after the White House released a … president praying with the coronavirus task force in his West Wing office. … Williams’ response drew the ire of some Christians, including …

    Coronavirus?

    www.thegospelcoalition.org › article › christians-anxious-coronavirus

     

    Mar 3, 2020 – The Coronavirus is threatening to become an epidemic in the United States, so how should Christians and the church respond? Todd Wagner gives … But God has called us to face troubles and threats with courage, leaning our weight on him. Throughout history … Gospel Coalition, INC. All Rights Reserved.

    Anti-Gay Lawmaker Voted Against Coronavirus Bill Because It

    theintercept.com › 2020/03/17 › coronavirus-stimulus-bill-andy-biggs

    6 days ago – Andy Biggs, an Arizona Republican, voted against the coronavirus … Monday on a radio program produced by the conservative Christian group …

    Pandemic …

    www1.cbn.com › cbnnews › israel › march › sign-of-the-times-religio…

    5 days ago – Religious leaders from Israel to Iran say the deadly coronavirus outbreak … Rightwing Rabbi Shmuel Eliyahu said in a YouTube video on … an event believed by Christians and Jews to bring about the coming of the Messiah.

    Charismatic Prophet Claims Christians are Immune to …

    pulpitandpen.org › 2020/01/29 › charismatic-prophet-claims-christian…

    Immune to Coronavirus. by News … As reported on Right Wing Watch, Wiles said on his program…

    Man Has Lost Control of the Coronavirus; God Has Not …

    www.thetrumpet.com › 22111-man-has-lost-control-of-the-coronavir…

    Millions of people are in quarantine, … This isn’t the way most people, even Christians, see God. … Even the leftwing populist Jean-Luc Mélenchon, who would like to overthrow …

    Christian evangelist Kenneth Copeland: Hatred for Trump …

    deadstate.org › christian-evangelist-kenneth-copeland-hatred-for-trum…

    for Trump ‘opened up the doors’ … Mountain International Church the coronavirus pandemic will end sooner than … Watch the video clip below, courtesy of Right Wing Watch: …

    Africa’s HIV …

    www.opendemocracy.net › how-trumps-coronavirus-denialism-echoe…

    Mar 13, 2020 – Rightwing Christians are the bedrock of his support base. His evangelical vice president, Mike Pence, the person Trump has put in charge of …

    Right-wing Christianity more dangerous to America than …

    premierchristian.news › news › article › right-wing-christianity-more-…

    Rightwing Christianity more dangerous to America than Islamic extremism, says scholar … Concern grows for Holy Land as coronavirus leads to lockdown …

    Coronavirus and the Black Death: misinformation and xenophobia …

    www.weforum.org › agenda › 2020/03 › coronavirus-and-the-black-…

    Mar 12, 2020 – From the Black Death to coronavirus: what we haven’t learned from history … appeared to be dying in fewer numbers than their Christian neighbours. … to exaggerate mortality rates with one rightwing commentator claiming a …

    South Korean coronavirus cases have links to a controversial …

    www.vox.com › coronavirus-south-korea-shincheonji-church-jesus

    protests re: containing the spread of coronavirus in South Korea, which has surged. Most people …

    Talk of a rising religious left is unfounded. It already exists …

    www.washingtonpost.com › opinions › 2019/04/11

    Apr 11, 2019 – While white evangelical Christians make up the single largest religious bloc in the Republican Party (and have for decades), the biggest single …

    Note: another perspective – not right wing christian but left wing Christian

    Christian Democrat politician says he donated money to far …

    www.politico.eu › article › alexander-mitsch-christian-democrat-politi…

    deaths in 24 hours … heads the so-called Values Union, a rightwing pressure group within the CDU …

    contortions …

    www.bostonglobe.com › opinion › 2019/04/17 › story

    Apr 17, 2019 – The presidential candidate’s calling out of the Christian right’s moral … home the hypocrisy of church-going conservative white Christians, …

    Photo of Pence Praying With Coronavirus Task Force Draws

    www.thenewcivilrightsmovement.com › 2020/03 › we-are-so-screwed…

    Mar 2, 2020 – His brand of conservative Christianity casts doubt on science in the name of faith. That’s why people are concerned about him. #coronavirus.

    The 11th Plague? Pastor Claims Coronavirus is God’s …

    www.themonastery.org › blog › the-eleventh-plague-pastor-claims-co…

    sent by God to purge the world of sin … Right Wing Watch (@RightWingWatch) January 28, 2020 … When Katrina hit, the group Columbia Christians for Life explained the disaster in …

    Coronavirus

    medium.com › evangelical-christians-blame-lgbtq-people-for-coronav…

    Rightwing pastor E.W. Jackson told listeners of his radio show that the “homovirus” has infected America. Jackson was the Republican nominee for lieutenant …

    God’s …

    www.themonastery.org › blog › the-eleventh-plague-pastor-claims-co…

    Jan 31, 2020 – Rick Wiles says the coronavirus is a plague sent by God to purge the world of sin … Right Wing Watch (@RightWingWatch) January 28, 2020 … When Katrina hit, the group Columbia Christians for Life explained the disaster in …

    Coronavirus

    medium.com › evangelical-christians-blame-lgbtq-people-for-coronav…

    Rightwing pastor E.W. Jackson told listeners of his radio show that the “homovirus” has infected America. Jackson was the Republican nominee for lieutenant …

    coronavirus …

    www.christiantoday.com › article › televangelist-claims-he-healed-vie…

    Mar 15, 2020 – Televangelist claims he healed viewers of coronavirus through their TV … Right Wing Watch (@RightWingWatch) March 12, 2020. Most Read. Church in mourning as four members of Christian family succumb to coronavirus …

    The Christian Case for Trump – WSJ

    www.wsj.com › Opinion › Commentary

    Jan 7, 2020 – The magazine Christianity Today—which bore the imprimatur of its founder, … But some leftleaning evangelicals long ago grew tired of being …

    News Source

    www.ncronline.org

    Vatican makes clear: general absolution allowed during coronavirus contagion … liberals who have questioned the sincerity, as well as the sanity, of conservative Christians. … Rightwingconspiracies swirling around coronavirus cost lives.

    www.telegraph.co.uk › News

    Nov 11, 2019 – I, Tim Stanley – a rightwing Christian and member of the National Trust – am calling for a war on Christmas. We need to boycott it to save it.

    Meet the Group of Right-Wing Christians Who Believe President

    rewire.news › article › 2017/07/24 › meet-group-right-wing-christians…

    Jul 24, 2017 – POTUS Shield’s followers believe a Trump presidency has a holy mission: to pave the way for the second coming of Jesus Christ.

    On Christianity and Donald Trump – Ms. Magazine

    msmagazine.com › 2020/01/14 › on-christianity-and-donald-trump

    Jan 14, 2020 – When Mark Galli, the conservative evangelical editor of Christianity Today, … church and the extreme rightwing faction of the Republican Party.

    Televangelist Kenneth Copeland Attempts to Heal People of …

    www.christianheadlines.com › contributors › will-maule › televangelis…

    coronavirus through their televisions last night. … Right Wing Watch (@RightWingWatch) March 12, 2020 … Faithwire, CBN News, Spiked, The Federalist and Christian Headlines.

    Kill Off …

    politicaldig.com › right-wing-pastor-satan-using-coronavirus-to-kill-o…

    Mar 14, 2020 – The coronavirus outbreak has brought forth many conspiracy theories from rightwingers, many of which are Christian pastors. This time it’s …

    Copeland that …

    twitter.com › RightWingWatch › status

    coronavirus outbreak will be over soon because “Christian people all over this country praying have …

    On Pope Francis, the bishops and the politics of a plague

    cruxnow.com › news-analysis › 2020/03 › on-pope-francis-the-bisho…

    the rosary to an empty … isn’t a risk that discussion of the Church’s response to the coronavirus can’t be … monk Enzio Bianchi declared, “A Christian does not suspend the liturgy!” … Conservative Italian journalist Camillo Langone issued a scathing verdict …

    On the Media : NPR

    www.npr.org › podcasts › on-the-media

    … writer at The Atlantic, on rightwing media’s coronavirus misinformation campaign. … Dirty MoneyBill Frisell — Lost, NightCalifone — Burned by the Christians …

    Professors worried students will share lectures with ‘right wing …

    www.campusreform.org › …

    4 days ago – One professor expressed concern that “right wing sites” could expose … forced to deliver their course lectures online amid the coronavirus outbreak, … Texas ChristianUniversity Associate Professor of Political Science Emily …

    The fight against coronavirus faces another threat: declining …

    www.americamagazine.org › politics-society › 2020/03/10 › fight-aga…

    Mar 10, 2020 – One theory, that suspicion of science is linked to the conservative political ideology of many Christians, is contradicted by the fact that the …

    Theology Like …

    abtslebanon.org › 2020/02/06 › facing-coronavirus-colonialism-and-c…

    Feb 6, 2020 – [1] Everyone excluding, not surprisingly, the rightwing Israeli government and Zionist Christians in the US[2]. Palestinians and their seventy …

    Evangelical Alliance

    www.eauk.org › News & views

    the wind or ignore advice. It’s certainly not that the communion cup contains special powers that …

    coronavirus like the …

    noqreport.com › Culture › News Media

    1 day ago – Christianconservative, limited-government federalist. Husband. Father. Legal immigrant.

    How Do We Make Sense of the Coronavirus? | Desiring God

    www.desiringgod.org › interviews › how-do-we-make-sense-of-the-c…

    Feb 28, 2020 – How can Christians make sense of the coronavirus, which has infected and … Now, the biblical fact is Mark 4:41: “Even the wind and the sea obey [Jesus]. … Since he always does what is wise and right and just and good, …

    The Christian Right’s Politics of Cruelty – The Texas Observer

    www.texasobserver.org › the-christian-rights-politics-of-cruelty

    tribalism, many of the recent … It’s hard to see how the heartless policies of the Christian Right …

    epicenter of …

    calmatters.org › california-dream › 2019/06 › bethel-church-redding-…

    Jun 18, 2019 – “It represents a new form of Christianity that could reshape the global … rightkinds of Christians in the right kind of public sectors of American …

    Kevin McKenna: Trump’s right-wing Christians should sound …

    www.heraldscotland.com › news › 17799000.kevin-mckenna-trump-…

    Jul 26, 2019 – LIKE many others who seek social redemption in the ideas of the left, my socialism was formed by my Catholic faith. This was accelerated by …

    Why South Korea’s Conservative Christians Don’t Want … – Time

    time.com › why-south-koreas-conservative-christians-dont-want-to-ge…

    Largest Day-to-Day Rise Yet … Today, South Korea’s conservative Christians—who are typically …

    and parents …

    www.the-sun.com › coronavirus-plague-sent-god-says-crackpot-pastor

    Jan 29, 2020 – Coronavirus ‘plague sent by God to punish China and parents who make kids … Christian pastor and founder of TruNews Rick Wiles made the odd … Shared by Right WingWatch, the astonishing clip sees the pastor make a …

    Purge …

    www.towleroad.com › 2020/01 › rick-wiles-2

    Jan 29, 2020 – Rick Wiles, the rightwing Christian broadcaster who made headlines … called the coronavirus a plague sent by God to purge the world of sin …

    the End

  • Corona Virus Poems

    Corona Virus Poems

    Corona Virus Poems

    Updated – new poems and new audio as of 4/4/2020

    These are my corona virus poems. I will update this whenever I write a new corona theme poem.  I have posted these also on All Poetry, Poetry Soup, Cosmos Funnel, Hello Poetry, Poetry Nook, Poetry Magnum Opus, Poetry Circle, Sweek and on FB writing groups. I have also submitted some of them for publication. And will let you know when and if they are published.

    I would also love to include Corona poems written from my community of followers so please send them to me at authorjakecosmosaller@gmail.com.  Include your name, bio, photo, poem and web site/twitter handle etc.

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    Bring Out Your Dead

    My Poems

    the Virus from Hell is amused

    corona virus
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    the Virus from Hell is amused
    laughing at the world’s panicked reaction
    as it marches through the world unabated
    infecting everyone in its wake

    as the world awaits its fate
    the virus smiles he ain’t no fake
    he is the real deal
    he is death itself

    he is the end of the world
    the grim reaper is smiling
    god is silent as usual

    the world’s leaders
    dither and dater
    as the economy craters

    everyone hoping that God
    will save them
    the virus does not care

    insults and orders do not work
    the virus simply does its virus thing
    infecting everyone it encounters
    and thousands will die

    equal opportunity offender
    killing the rich and the poor alike
    but more poor people
    just so many more poor people
    than the few billionaires

    the virus smile
    his work is done
    and mankind is doomed
    so be it the virus thinks

    that is the way of the world
    and the virus is the new king
    of the world

    End of the World

    corona virus
    corona virus

    end of world
    the fears world-wide
    soon find us dead

    bring out the dead
    ll the dead die
    death lies here there

    there goes here
    as death here comes
    soon here death comes

    Every Day I Turn on the News

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    published in Spillwords

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    every day I turn on the news
    nothing but news about the virus
    the virus from hell

    the world is filled with fear
    and my anxiety levels rise

    every time I turn on the news
    oh my god I say
    we are all going to die

    and I am so afraid
    afraid of everyone
    afraid of everything

    dreading the latest news
    and nothing relieves my fear

    I watch the world
    loosing its collective mind
    wondering how much more of this
    can  we all take

    I scream out
    Dear God save us all
    god is silent as usual

    and so I realized
    we are doomed

    perhaps it is the end times
    perhaps not

    I turn off the TV
    try to stay calm

    hoping the madness
    will not overwhelm us all

    Irony Meters Blow Gaskets 

    donald trump
    donald trump

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    the Irony meter gasket
    is blown again and again

    with every statement
    of our chaos president
    and his endless surrogates

    promoting the latest Presidential
    on spot guidance by our great leader

    that must be true
    because our dear leader
    says it is so

    The President accuses his democratic rival
    of being senile and needs to be in home
    and will be run by his radical left allies

    and the right wing media
    echoes the presidential absurd comments

    refusing to acknowledge
    that the president himself
    is rapidly fading into dementia

    and his radical right cronies
    are looting the government
    driving out expertise
    even in the midst of pandemic

    Oh  yeah the irony meters
    are blowing gaskets
    every single day

    Chaos

    trump clown in chief
    trump clown in chief

     

     

     

     

     

    the world descends into chaos
    as our world leaders
    led by the chaos president
    are overwhelmed

    by the smallest
    enemy of all
    a simple virus
    straight out of hell

    blows through the crumbling
    third world public health infrastructure
    living proof of the decline of America
    and no one is prepared

    and panic ensures
    with every Presidential tweet
    as people don’t believe
    a word he says

    conspiracy rumors spread
    everyone believes their own reality

    as the world spins out of control
    the chaos king is in his element
    convince that only he knows
    the deal

    and everyone else
    is iust a bit player
    in the reality show
    that he presides over

    and so the rest of us
    hunker down

    just hoping for the best
    as the panic and
    chaos spreads faster
    than the virus

    are we doomed
    can we survive
    will God save us?
    he is silent as always

     

    Corona Virus Fears Tanka

    cover 19
    cover 19

    Corona virus
    lurking fears all around me
    we all will die

     

     

    the TV screaming nonstop
    Must be afraid be afraid

    My Phobias Overwhelm Me

    covid 19 spread
    covid 19 spread

    lately I have become scared
    of everything

     

     

     

    the news scares me, the corona virus scares me, the presidential race scares me, fears of gun men in the street, terrorism, fears of getting sick, fears of dogs, fears of other people, fear of loosing money, fears of becoming demented old man, lost in his nightmares on the street just another invisible homeless bum in the end of his life

    all these phobias overwhelm me
    time to walk away from my fears

    and realize
    it will be alright

    everything will be alright
    As long as I have you
    by my side

    Fear Fills the Air

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    watching the news
    CNNMSNBCFOXBBCKOREANNEWSJAPANESENEWSBLOOMBERABCCBSNBCGOOGLEAPPLEREUTERSAPIRUSSIANTVCHINESTVFRENCHTV
    blather on and on

    the world is ending
    pandemic is coming

    we are going to die
    and the fear grows
    and the restrictions grow

    travel comes to stop
    the economy comes to  a stop

    everyone is so afraid
    our leaders fret
    say that everything is fine
    as the world enters

    the second great depression
    and we are faced
    with the reality
    all over the world

    idiots in high places
    the masters of the universe
    are in charge

    the internet spreads
    the wildest rumors
    must be true

    I read it on the internet
    the truth is lost
    in the shuffle

    no one believes anyone
    everything thinks
    that they know
    it is all a conspiracy

    the thought comes to mind
    we are all so ’S….
    end of the world
    is upon us

    is this the best we can get?

    trump
    trump

    watching the news
    one wonders

     

     

     

    how in this great country
    of ours

    335 million people
    among the most educated
    richest people in the world

    we can end up
    with such idiots in high places
    running out country?

    these idiots in charge
    no disrespect intended

    both political parties
    all corporations
    and our institutions
    except maybe the military

    has been infected
    by this virus
    of epic incompetence
    greed and indifference
    to the general good

    who loudly constantly proclaim
    that they are Christians
    while violating
    all of Christ’s teachings

    Jesus if he came back
    would scream out
    I am not Christian

    it is all about me
    and mine

    and you can go
    to hell
    if you dare to disagree

    and so we tweet and titter
    and watch the news
    reading the latest rumors
    and I wonder

    if there is a god
    or if there is a devil
    and are we overwhelmed
    by the dismal news

    why can’t we have better
    leaders
    better people
    in our leaders
    around the world

    has god abandoned us
    are we in hell
    or did god ever exist
    except in our fevered imagination

    will god save us all
    or will the world
    just go around the sun
    indifferent to our pleas?

    no answer
    must watch the news
    consumed by the need
    to see the latest news

    and so it goes
    and I wake up

    the sun is up
    and the nightmares
    fade away

    until I watch the news
    and the madness consumes
    us all again and again

    as the corona virus
    marches on and on
    consuming us all
    as the world falls apart

    these must be the end times
    I hope I will be raptured away
    even if I am not a Christian

    More Trouble Every Day

    The Old Zappa song plays
    on in my head
    every time I turn on the news

    and see more trouble every day
    no one can delay
    the trouble coming every day

    Frank Zappa died too soon
    before the horrors of the Trump era
    and the corona end of the world plague

    that he would have foreseen
    if he had lived on
    he was truly a prophet

    crying in the wildness
    while making money
    as an over night sensation

    as he saw the slime
    oozing out of the TV sets
    we will do what we are told
    for the rights to us have been sold

    And Jesus too
    has been sold
    to the highest bidder

    nothing but a business deal
    in America
    the land of the constant deal

    and so I turn off the TV
    and realize that

    the torture never ends
    the torture never ends

    Trouble Every Day

    more trouble every day  Frank Zappa

    Well I’m about to get sick
    From watchin’ my TV
    Been checkin’ out the news
    Until my eyeballs fail to see
    I mean to say that every day
    Is just another rotten mess
    And when it’s gonna change, my friends
    Is anybody’s guess
    So I’m watchin’ and I’m waitin’
    Hopin’ for the best
    Even think I’ll go to prayin’
    Every time I hear ’em sayin’
    That there’s no way to delay
    That trouble comin’ every day
    No way to delay
    That trouble comin’ every day
    Wednesday I watched the riot…
    I seen the cops out on the street
    Watched ’em throwin’ rocks and stuff
    And chokin’ in the heat
    Listened to reports
    About the whisky passin’ ’round
    Seen the smoke & fire
    And the market burnin’ down
    Watched while everybody
    On his street would take a turn
    To stomp and smash and bash and crash
    And slash and bust…

    The Torture Never Stops
    Frank Zappa

    torture never stops

    Flies all green and buzzin’
    In this dungeon of despair
    Prisoners grumblin
    Piss they clothes
    Scratch their matted hair
    A tiny light from a window-hole
    Hundred yards away
    That all they ever get to know
    ‘Bout the regular life in the day
    ‘Bout the regular life in the day
    Slime and rot and rats and snuck
    Vomit on the floor
    Fifty ugly soldier men
    Holdin’ spears by the iron door
    Stinks so bad, stones are chokin’
    Weepin’ greenish drops
    In the den where
    The giant fire puffer works
    And the torture never stops
    The torture never stops, torture
    The torture never stops
    The torture never stops
    Flies all green and buzzin’
    In this dungeon of despair
    An evil prince eats a steamin’ pig
    In a tumbers right near there
    In the chambers right near there
    He eats de snouts an trotters first!…

    by pass the alarms spreading across the land

    to bypass the alarms spreading across the land
    the circuit breakers are breaking down
    as the alarms go on and on
    with the end of the world
    the end days approaching
    spreading the alarm far and wide

    corona cinqku

    corona virus
    corona virus

    corona
    it came from hell
    we must be all prepared
    meet God

     

    Taking a Walk in the Corona Era

    peace forest
    peace forest

    every day I go for a walk
    in the spring time woods
    near my house

    braving the weather
    and the dreaded corona virus

     

     

     

    wearing masks and gloves
    keeping a distance
    from anyone we encounter

    that is life it seems
    in the era of the corona virus

    when will it end
    no one knows
    until then
    I will brave the viral threat

    and confront my fears
    and walk in the park

    with the love of my life
    my bride my wife
    by my side

    in these challenging times
    that is all we can do

    A lone man stands in an empty parking lot

    empty parking lot
    empty parking lot

    A lone man stands in an empty parking lot

     

     

    contemplating the new normal
    social distancing run amuck

    as fears of the corona super plague
    plague the land
    driving everyone inside

    sheltering in place
    afraid to go out
    afraid of the deadly c virus

    It is a hell of a world we live in ain’t it?

    two friends on a bench
    two friends on a bench

    It is a hell of a world we live in ain’t it?

     

     

     

    said the old man to me
    sitting on a bench
    in the park in the woods

    as we both sought shelter
    from the spreading chaos
    the pandemic swirling around us

    Yes I said
    standing up
    to enforce the proper distance
    between us

    don’t want to give the virus a chance
    to spread between us

    he smiled and said
    relax I already went through it
    I am fine and you will too

    Pause for a moment amidst the media madness

    Pause for a moment amidst the media madness
    All around us fears and chaos
    Unlike the end of the world approaching us
    Sadness overcomes us dooming us to our fate
    Every we go nothing but death awaits

    I feel as if the whole world needs to be cancelled

     

    I feel as if the whole world
    needs to be canceled
    due to rough times ahead
    due to the corona madness
    and the thread of pure craziness
    that it inspires in us all

    The Virus King Cried

    the virus king cried
    virus king cried

    the virus king smiled
    as the politicians lied
    saying that the end was near
    the virus king infected thousands more
    and killed hundreds of people

    the virus king sneered
    as people panicked
    and partied on the beach
    the virus king infected thousands more
    and killed hundreds of people

    the virus king laughed
    as the markets crashed
    millions became unemployed
    the virus king infected thousands more
    and killed hundreds of people

    the virus king roared
    as the world slid into chaos
    people turning on one another

    the virus king infected thousands more
    and killed hundreds of people

    the virus king smirked
    knowing that there was nothing
    that they could do to stop
    his army from infecting millions
    and killing thousands

    the virus King begin to realize
    that soon there would be no one left
    no one for his army to infect
    as everyone was dying

    the virus King yelled
    remaining defiant
    as civilization collapsed
    billions were infected
    millions died

    the Virus King at last cried
    when he saw that he was defeated
    as one by one
    people began to recover
    and his reign of terror came to an end

    Bring out your dead

    grimm reaper
    grimm reaper

    the call bring out your dead
    spreads around the world
    as millions die

    all over the world
    the virus has spread
    mutated and killed

    all over the world
    bring out your dead

    the mournful cries
    echoing in the wind
    of the dying cities

    mass starvation
    as no is working
    in the fields

    as more people die
    and the world spins
    around the sun
    with the politicians lying
    and the dead still dying

    as civilization dies
    and humanity flee
    into the wilderness
    chased by the killer virus
    straight down to hell

    the Virus Came From Hell

    coronavirus
    coronavirus

    the virus came from hell
    straight out of a mad lab

     

     

    born and raised in China
    the virus spread from Dinah
    all over to carolina

    it spread from the lab
    the mad virus of Hell
    was mad as hell at humans
    who it blamed for everything
    seeing itself as cleansing everything
    killing the world and everything
    revenge against humans

    perhaps virus came from God
    more likely came from Satan
    part of natures’ revenge
    all designed to avenge
    the damage to Stonehenge
    virus came from Satan

    The Delivery System of the Virus is Round

    cover 19 spread
    cover 19 spread

    the delivery system of the virus is round
    very simple system
    the virus spreads around
    and all must pay the price
    death and destruction

    the corona virus is testing us all

    the corona virus is testing us all
    is it a plague
    sent by God
    if we have faith
    will we recover

    or it is beyond our control
    the end of the world
    does god hear our prayers
    does god even exist

    the virus from hell
    spreads around the world
    and test our faith

    will god save us all
    I have no answer
    but perhaps if god exists
    we will recover
    from this plague
    from hell

    The call goes out

    the call goes out
    stay at home
    to beat the dreaded c virus
    will we live
    or all die?

    the four horse men ready to ride

     

    four horsemen
    four horsemen

    the end of the world is upon us
    as god unleashes the corona virus
    which is spreading across the land

     

    the four horse men are ready
    to begin their grim journey
    announcing the end of the world

    the white horse comes first
    offering peace and hope
    in the midst of death
    and despair

    the red horse rides second
    ushering in war
    throughout the world
    as nations turn on each other
    and civil war looms

    the Black Horse is ready
    unleashing famine
    on a starving world
    as people stay at home
    and food rots in the field

    no one is able
    to work any more
    as the virus kills more
    and more

    the pale horse rides last

    bringing death
    in his wake
    death all around us

    as the virus kills us all
    and civilization ends

    the four horse men
    have done their job

    the virus finishes its reign of terror
    and the few survivors
    beging to recover

    end of the world
    came and went
    and they are still alive
    thanks to God

    who remains silent
    as always

    nature spirits revolt agains humanity

    all around the world
    nature’s spirits
    are on the move

    the world is changing
    as the nature’s spirits
    rise up
    in revolt against humanity

    is this the end time
    is nature on revolt
    against humanity

    is this the end for us all
    will the virus kill us all
    will nature rise up
    and kill us all?

    Last Human on Island

    in the deep blue sea
    nothing there
    but death and destruction
    virus all around
    pandemic plague
    Apocalyptic views
    end of times
    death of civilization

    corona virus Haiku

     

    corona virus
    corona virus

    corona virus

    staying home
    waiting for death
    Afraid everything

    the virus came from hell

    the virus came from hell
    staying home waiting for death
    Afraid everything

    Bring Out Your Dead

    bring out your dead cries
    break out all over the world
    we are waiting death

    death comes knocking

    death comes knocking
    on our doorsteps tonight
    will God hear prayers

    be afraid afraid

    be afraid afraid
    Must be afraid every one
    Death is at our door

    The Virus Came From Hell

    the virus came from Hell
    ravaging the entire world
    all waiting for death

    from april 2020 Poems

    Cosmos’s 2020 April Poetry

    Wednesday April 1  Hope Springs Eternal in our Winter of our Discontent   writer’s digest prompt Posted

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    corona virus

     

     

     

     

     

     

    Hope springs eternal in the winter of our discontent

    On the daily news that fills us with dread
    Perfect storm of hatred, fear and despair
Everywhere we go nonstop fear broadcasted

    Despair fills my heart as I turn on the news
    Everywhere we are in the midst of the pandemic
    Simply put death is at hand

    Planning for the future yet waiting for death
    At worst we will all die not today but soon
    In the long term we are all dead

    Remembering the dead all around us
    yet I end this poem with a word of hope

    hoping for the best
    while preparing for the worst
    all I can do to stay sane
    as I await my fate

    on this dismal date
    April 1 is indeed
    April Fool’s date
    is that our fate
    this endless dance with death?

    and to end with a sign of hope
    I know that if I have you by my side
    I will survive I will survive
    until the end of time itself
    takes us to the other side

    based on writer’s digest daily April poetry month challenge to write a poem about hope

     

    the Virus King Has  Arrived

    poetry soup version is the Virus King has arrived = as poetry soup did not like the word “Hell”

    corona
    corona

     

     

     

     

     

     

    the virus from hell has arrived
    catching the world unprepared

    it erupted out of China
    then began its terrifying reign
    wiping out thousands of people
    destroying jobs and economies
    killing people left and right

    it seemed like something
    out of our worst nightmares
    but at least it was not
    the dreaded zombie flu
    perhaps that is next’s fall’s nightmare

    as the virus from hell
    prepares for a fresh assault
    to finish us all off

    second poem for april poetry month © 2 hours ago, john Cosmos Aller      

    Thursday April 2 posting

    Kimchi Blues

    kimchi
    kimchi

    Oh yeah

    I got the kimchi blues
    every day since I first ate it
    back in the day

    long before i went to Korea
    ended up staying on in Korea
    after i retired from decade
    in the Foreign Service

    and ten years studying
    and living in Korea
    before I joined
    the Foreign Service

    When I first ate kimchi
    I was hooked
    sort of a spicier version

    of German sauerkraut
    which i loved on my top dog
    from Berkeley high school days

    then off to korea
    in the peace corps
    where I ate kimchi

    every day for every meal
    and eventually I woke up
    dreaming of kimchi and rice

    instead of pancakes and eggs
    then I knew
    that I had finally adjusted
    and was becoming half Korean

    and now I am a hopeless kimchi addict
    need to have my spicy kimchi
    which is so good for you

    perhaps even defeating the dreaded corona virus?
    who knows but I will be eating Kimchi
    until my day is done

    Friday April 3

    Cosmic Poet Modified Bio Poem  for poetry soup contest 

    cosmos
    cosmos on the mekong

     

     

     

     

     

     

    cosmic
    I am wicked, wild, wacky, whimsical
    i love my angela lee, coffee, nature
    I can solve gun violence, homelessness and climate change
    I feel anxiety, gloominess yet Joy-fullness as well
    I fear the corona virus, cancer and  developing Alzheimer’s
    Must publish my novels, ten books of poetry and movie of my life
    Currently resident of korea, west coast of United States
    poet

    Humor keeps us sane

    Pensively prompt – unpublished

    corona virus
    corona virus

     

     

     

     

     

    it is a piece of what we need to do
    to prevent us from getting
    the dreaded corona virus
    coming up your nose

    Peacock Speaks

    peacock speaks
    peakcock speaks

    as the virus spreads
    around the world
    the peacock in the zoo
    speaks up

     

     

     

    talking on behalf
    of their fellow species
    he called upon humans
    to free them from their zoo prisons
    and let them be free

    before it was too late
    and humanity met their fate
    becoming a ghost in the wind

    creative talents unleashed prompt

    Iguana Talks to humanity

    iquana will miss human friends
    iguana will miss human friends

    the wise old Iguana
    woke from its nightmares
    of the end of the world

    as humanity faded away
    the iguana was scared
    but afraid of the future

    and he would miss
    his human friends

    creative talents unleashed prompt

    writing.com prompt daily dew april poems

    To all the friends I am about to loose

    over the years
    I have known so many people
    and now when the virus
    is spreading out around the world

    I will soon be hearing
    that this person has died
    and that person has died

    I will outlive many of my friends
    from around the world

    part of getting old
    something that I fear

    one day perhaps
    people will hear
    that jake has died

    and they will say
    that they barely knew me
    and wished that they had

    taken the time
    to become my friend
    Just as I think
    about all the friends

    i am about to loose
    to this killer virus
    running amuck

    writing.com prompt daily dew april poems

    corona fears

    covid 19 virus
    covid 19 virus

     

     

     

     

     

     

    corona
    the word fills us with dread
    spreading around the world today
    will we all survive this
    corona

    Saturday April 4

    quarantine blues

    quarantine
    quarantine

     

     

     

     

     

    Quarantine such an ugly word
    Unlike any other
    All at home
    Regardless of desires
    No where to go
    That is the worst part of it
    In fact enforced staying at home
    Not too bad
    Especially if I have you by my side

    Blues come over me
    Looking out the window
    Unable to go out
    Everyone everybody afraid
    Sums up my fearful fears

    poetry soup contest

    I Wish for Peace During this time of crisis

    I wish for peace and happiness
    during this time of despair
    pandemic fears all around us
    death stalking us daily

    I wish for health
    amid the carnage
    all around me

    I wish for leadership
    from our President
    from our governors
    and our congress

    and most importantly
    I wish that I will survive

    with my love at my side
    experiencing love
    in the time of corona

    Ten million stories in the Naked City

    there are a million stories
    every day in the naked city
    millions of people

    stripped naked
    to the bone
    staring down the dead
    the dead staring back

    in this time
    of pandemic
    the dead stare out at us

    mocking us
    as they leave the earth
    naked as when they arrived

    All poetry contest – write a naked poem

    The Mist from Hell Descends on the land

    the mist settles down on the land
    the mist covers us all
    the scent of death

    the grim reaper
    rides behind the miss
    infecting those around him

    the mark of death
    as the mist covers the land
    the end of the world
    comes with the mist from hell

    Conversation with the Gods About Corona Virus

     

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    jehova

     

     

     

     

     

     

    Rev. Jake ’s on-line sermon on the Corona Virus

    I am reverend Jake and I have a message from God

    Last night I had a vision from God
    it was his message to the world
    about this pandemic we are facing

    I found myself in a large room
    Jehovah, God, was sitting in the middle
    surrounded by the other Gods
    they were all there

    Jesus on his right
    Allah on his left
    Buddha behind him

    Ganesh, Shiva, Kali
    Mohammed, Joseph Smith and other prophets
    Gabriel and other angels abound
    St Peter in front of his as his Chief of Staff

    Zeus, Jupiter, Minerva and ancient
    other gods all around him

    God spoke up
    He said
    I have a message for you

    to give to your people
    all of your people
    no matter what religion
    or no religion at all
    it is all one after all

    first the corona virus
    is a natural phenomenon
    we have no control
    over forces of nature

    and we did not send
    it to you
    to punish you
    for homosexuality
    or anything else at all

    Second obey the health directives
    stay at home
    do your services on line

    it is okay with us
    we are fine with that

    the blood of Jesus
    will not save you
    If you are in a crowded place
    like church or a mosque service

    the virus will spread
    and catch you in the end

    Prayers alone will not save you
    but please keep praying
    we do listen to your prayers
    but we can only do so much

    So please don’t allow the virus
    to spread
    because of your ignorance
    and fear

    realize that in the end
    the virus will do its thing
    and you will survive

    and we
    all the gods here
    love you humans

    and wish you well
    so stay at home
    practice self-distancing

    It is God’s will
    all will survive

    Under the canopy of the pine trees we lay –

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    pine trees jpeg

     

     

     

     

     

    under the canopy of the pine trees we lay
    along the world peace forest
    in Korea

    walking the forest
    in the spring time
    fearing the corona virus
    and everyone around us

    watch the snowing cherry trees
    and the wind whispering
    the voices of ghosts

    those newly dead
    and we lay down
    under the canopy of the pine trees

    waiting for our turn
    to face the grim reaper

    in this dismal day
    in April
    truly the cruelest month
    of them all

    from the poem ‘Under the canopy of pine trees
    poetry soup contest

    corona fears

    corona
    corona

    corona
    the word fills us with dread
    spreading around the world today
    will we all survive this
    corona

    to those I have lost

    with the corona virus upon us
    I am bracing to hear the news
    that so and so has died

    I reflect back
    on all the people in my life
    that I have already lost

    part of being older
    is that you lose people
    close to you along the way

    I lost my father due to cancer in 1985
    and my sister due to a freak illness in 2007
    and my mother due to Alzheimer’s in 2005
    and my father-in-law as well in 2007

    Demel Tucker

    high school debate teammate
    dead of HIV in 1995

    Julian Bartley and his son
    one of my favorite bosses
    died in a terrorist bombing
    in Nairobi in 1998

    Jon Weber college roommate
    dead due to prostate cancer
    in 2000

    Paul Simon  friend from the visa line
    dropped dead of a heart attack
    in 2004

    Ted Halstead
    one of my best bosses
    died of heart attack
    in 2007

    Chris Richard one of my former bosses
    dropped dead of a heart attack
    shortly before we were due
    to have lunch in 2014

    and so many others
    I have lost
    along the way

    and soon there will be
    so many more

    as I get old
    in the corona era

    writing.com daily dew drop prompt to write an elegy poem

    We live in an Orwellian world

    1984 image
    1984 images

     

     

     

     

     

     

    we are living
    in an Orwellian 1984 world
    and have been for decades

    we are assaulted daily
    by alternative realties
    promoted by various politicians
    designed to shut down
    all rational thought

    true Orwellian thought control
    and now with the corona virus
    massive surveillance
    has become the norm

    and when the crisis is over
    the surveillance will continue
    on one excuse after another

    forever as Orwell’s nightmare
    big brother ruling us all
    comes true

    based on the fear that the massive increase in social surveillance being deployed against the Corona virus will after the crisis is over continue forever under one excuse or another as the Orwellian big brother dictatorships around the world become permanent

    saeyeong jima  plays out in life

    The Korean Proverb
    saeyeong jima
    recently came to life in my life

    The meaning of the proverb
    Is that you can never know whether something
    will be good or bad

    and that unexpectedly
    what appears to be bad fortune
    turns out to be a good fortune

    The proverb played
    out recently in my life

    about lunar  New Year’s Day
    we were preparing to go to Thailand
    from two weeks from our home
    in South Korea

    and then at the end of February
    we would go to DC

    My wife blew out her lumber desk
    and we were forced to cancel our trips

    This occurred
    just as the coronavirus
    was taking off around the world

    and if we had gone
    we may have been stuck either in Thailand
    or we may have been stuck in the United States

    and traveling
    in the mist of a corona outbreak
    would probably mean
    that we would have been exposed
    to the virus

    instead we were forced to stay home
    and self quarantine ourselves
    and therefore
    we escaped being exposed to the coronavirus

    and we feel much safer
    here in Korea  where the outbreak is contained
    rather than in DC
    where it is still spreading everywhere

    so in a sense her misfortune
    throwing out her disk
    which resulted in us staying at home
    and avoiding the coronavirus

    is the true meaning
    of the Korean Chinese expression
    saeyeong jima

    writers digest prompt write a lucky/unlucky poem

    corona virus tanka

    corona virus
    it is spreading all over
    the world dying
    I walk down the path of life
    Along with love of my wife

    The best meal of my life

    korean feast jpg
    korean feast jpg

     

    the best meals of my life
    has always been what my wife
    cooks up for me every night

    she is a genius in the kitchen
    always making something great
    from the simplest ingredients

    Because she came down with celiac disease
    she could  only eat
    what she prepared from scratch

    and so she was forced
    to give up all processed foods

    and in the process she became
    the greatest cook
    in the universe

    I wait with baited breath
    to taste the great food
    that she creates for me

    on lunar new years
    she threw out her lumbar disk
    and we were forced to stay home

    just as the corona pandemic
    swept across the world

    if we had traveled
    we would have contracted
    the dreaded corona virus

    and we were forced
    to stay at home

    and she took advantage
    of staying at home
    to try new dishes
    every single day

    I recall the Korean proverb
    saeyeong jima

    as her misfortune
    turned into fortune

    and once again
    she saved me life

    I am the luckiest man in life
    the best fed man of all I know
    due to the cooking skills of my wife

    Writing.com daily dew drop prompt write a food poem

    corona virus haiku

    corona virus
    brings death and our destruction
    destroying our life

    White Flower spring Time Haiku

    white flowers in spring haiku
    white flowers in spring haiku

     

     

     

     

    now in the springtime
    white flowers blooming in the park
    corona death waits

    Woman releases balloons of hope

    ballons for peace
    ballons for peace

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    A young woman
    walks in a park
    on a sunny spring day

    carrying 25 red balloons
    each red balloon
    contains  the name of those
    that recently died

    in the corona virus pandemic
    she is releasing the balloons
    hoping they would
    rise  to heaven

    with a request for God
    to hear her prayers
    End this pandemic
    End the death and destruction
    release us from the corona pandemic

    the woman releases the balloons
    and slowly walks back to her house
    to prepare to attend yet another funeral
    as the pandemic swirls all around her

    creative talents unleashed prompt

    life interrupted by corona

    covid19
    covid19

     

     

     

     

     

    we live in a strange world
    life interrupted by corona
    the virus spread throughout the world
    disrupting everything

    putting life on hold
    as more people
    hunkered down

    waiting for the virus
    to pass over us
    like in biblical times

    the virus
    will test us all

    and then
    we will all
    go back
    to life interrupted

    writing.com Daily Dew Drop interruption

    Saudade for friends I have lost

    as I get older
    I lose more people
    every year

    more people I knew
    have died moving on
    and I mourn their lost friendship

    wished I had been
    a better friend for them
    and knew them better

    and with the corona virus
    spreading around the world
    I will lose so many more

    in the coming year
    as the virus spreads
    its malignancy far and wide

    I lost my father due to cancer in 1985
    and my sister
    due to a freak illness in 2007

    and my mother
    due to Alzheimer’s in 2005
    and my father-in-law as well in 2007

    Demel Tucker
    high school debate teammate
    dead of HIV in 1995

    Julian Bartley and his son
    died in a terrorist bombing
    in Nairobi in 1998

    Jon Weber college roommate
    dead due to prostate cancer
    in 2000

    Paul Simon  friend from the visa line
    dropped dead of a heart attack
    in 2004

    Ted Halstead
    one of my best bosses
    died of heart attack in 2007

    Judy Fine
    My Co-Ho partner in crime
    died in 2006

    Chris Richard
    one of my former bosses
    from my days in Bangkok

    dropped dead of a heart attack
    shortly before we were due
    to have lunch in 2014

    and so many others
    I have lost
    along the way

    and soon there will be
    so many more
    as I get old in the corona era

    writing.com  saudade poem

    The end of the world news depresses me

    trump jpg
    trump jpg

     

     

     

     

     

    the end of the world news
    depresses me
    makes me want to shout and scream
    STFU leave me alone
    to deal with my grief

    amid the death and destruction
    watching CNNMSNBCFOXBBC media nonstop
    filled with essential dread
    the end of the world is upon us

    from the screaming news media
    spreading forth across the land
    fake news screams the president
    all is alright he proclaims

    no one believes his 16,000 lies
    and so it goes

    we are drowning with information
    coming at us so fast and furious

    When will it end my friend
    is anyone’s guess
    in the long run we are dead

    National poetry Month Day Seven poem inspired by the news

    God Did not Send the Corona Virus  as a Punishment Black Out Poem

    Robert_Jeffress
    Robert_Jeffress

     original text

    During a press briefing today to address the nation’s response to the coronavirus pandemic, President Trump was asked about certain Christian pastors who plan to defy state lockdown orders and hold Easter church services this Sunday.

    “I’ve had talks with the pastors, and most of the pastors agree … that they are better off doing what they are doing, which is, distancing,” Trump said, adding that the pastors want to “get back to church so badly.”

    Trump then referred to a notorious pastor who sits on his religious advisory council.

    “I’m going to be watching Pastor Robert Jeffress, who’s been a great guy,” Trump said. “He’s a great guy and I’m going to be watching on a laptop.”

    Jeffress is known for his litany of statements demonizing the LGBT community, abortion, and secular people. One of his most reviled comments came in 2015 when he said the 9/11 attacks were God’s punishment on America for abortion.

    “People ask me all the time,” Jeffress said during a speech at Liberty University. “‘Well, I just don’t understand why God wouldn’t protect our nation and he would allow these radical Muslims in 2001 to kill 3,000 of our citizens and why God doesn’t protect us. Surely, God doesn’t use pagans to bring judgment upon his own people, does he?’”

    “I’ve had talks with the pastors, and most of the pastors agree … that they are better off doing what they are doing, which is, distancing,” Trump said, adding that the pastors want to “get back to church so badly.”

    Black out text

    the coronavirus pandemic, President Trump

    hold Easter church services this Sunday.

    “I’ve had talks with the pastors, get back to church so badly.”
    “He’s a great guy and I’m going to be watching on a laptop.”
    he 9/11 attacks were God’s punishment on America for abortion.

    “People ask me all the time,” ‘Well, I just don’t understand why God wouldn’t protect our nation and he would allow these radical Muslims in 2001 to kill 3,000 of our citizens and why God doesn’t protect us. Surely, God doesn’t use pagans to bring judgment upon his own people, does he?’”

    Poem

    Corona Pandemic is Not’s God’s Punishment

    Amid  the coronavirus pandemic,
    President Trump
    Attended virtual Easter church services
    I’ve had talks with the pastors,

    We need to get back
    to church so badly.”

    Rev Jeffries is  a great guy
    I’m going to be watching on a laptop.”

    Rev Jeffries said

    The 9/11 attacks were God’s punishment
    on America for abortion.

    “People ask me all the time,”
    ‘Well, I just don’t understand
    why God wouldn’t protect our nation

    and he would allow these
    radical Muslims in 2001
    to kill 3,000 of our citizens
    and why God doesn’t protect us

    Surely, God doesn’t use pagans
    to bring judgment
    upon his own people,
    does he?’”

    I am sad to report
    Rev Jeffries
    I spoke to God

    This morning
    He confirmed
    He did not cause 9-11
    To bring judgement
    On the US
    For abortion

    He went on to say
    The corona virus
    Is beyond his control

    And he is not sending it
    To punish the US
    Or the world

    His final words
    Please tell Rev Jeffries
    To simply STFU

    poetry super highway black out poem

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

  • letter to Bill Maher

    letter to Bill Maher

    Bill

    I love your show. Big fan of it.  I have been writing poems and stories for decades. I am a retired Foreign Service officer originally from Berkeley, California.  I hope that you will like these poems and I give you permission to use them if you like and would love to appear on your show.

    thanks

    Jake Aller

    My poem, Strong Wine has been published in 45 magazine!

    check it out at

    https://45magazineiwa.com45 magazine publishes Strong Wine2019/11/14/strong-wine/

    Ten New Poems

    Duane Poetree Poems 2016-2019

    cosmic Haiku and other short poems

    Strong Wine

    glass of wine

    One night I was starring
    In my wine glass
    Deep in thought

    When I saw
    Something in my wine
    That haunts me still

    I saw in the bottom of the glass
    Evil dooers abandon evil
    And became saints

    I saw rich men give up
    Their awesome greed

    And poor people
    Awarded dignity

    And all men
    Became brothers

    All women
    Became sisters

    And war ended once and for all
    And peace broke out
    And hatred disappear

    And I stared
    Into my glass wine

    I drink the wine
    Hoping the vision

    Would infect me
    And change the world

    But alas the world
    Remained the same

    The evil doers came back
    The rich continued to conspire

    And the poor still remained poor
    And the war continued on and on

    So I drank my wine
    And went to sleep

    Written by Jake Cosmos Aller – Incheon, South Korea

    Tiger Shark Published my poem, A Poet’s Trial based on a recent nightmare

    I find myself in a trial
    Accused of harboring anti-state opinions
    Of writing scurrilous seditious treasonous ‘poems’
    Of encouraging disrespect for religious sensitivity
    Of mocking God, Christianity and Christian values

    The lead prosecutor in the case
    Has decided to make me the poster boy
    Thousands more have been arrested
    Blogs have been taken over

    Under the Protect American Freedom Act
    Enacted by executive order
    After Congress was suspended

    The law the prosecutor reminds us
    Is pretty clear

    It is illegal to publish
    Or to say in public
    Obscene, seditious, anti-state
    anti-American, anti-Christian
    material of any type

    Illegal to mock political
    and business leaders,
    And church leaders

    Illegal to question
    the motives of those in power

    Illegal to print
    publish classified material
    Illegal to access such materials
    online Or in print

    The internet has been cleaned up
    Access to such sites banned
    And most of my work
    has been banned

    As well as the work
    of all the other bloggers

    Arrested during
    ‘Operation Restoring American Freedom’

    And illegal to praise
    the enemies of the United States
    in the GWT – global war against terror

    All of these provisions were enacted
    under valid emergency provisions
    and were enacted to preserve
    and protect the freedom of Americans
    to be free from such seditious trash

    no one should be allowed
    to publish such material

    it is anti-American
    to the core

    the prosecutor announces
    they will prove
    I am guilty of all of these crimes

    My private journals
    my blog musings
    my face book postings
    as are my dream journals

    And after hours of entering
    this into the records
    the prosecutor rest

    Saying I am the most dangerous man
    In America

    My defense attorney quotes
    hundreds of years of supreme court
    and other legal precedents

    Saying that writers can publish
    whatever they want to publish

    with a few exceptions.
    The national security exceptions
    do not apply because
    I did not reveal classified information

    and because it was clear
    that my publications were intended
    as either satire or dark political humor

    or horror stories and poems.
    If you read or saw sites online
    my work was actually pretty tame

    What was at stake
    was whether Americans
    had a right to mock their leaders

    whether we had a right to express our opinion
    and whether we had any freedom left.
    It used to be that one

    had a certain expectation of privacy
    when writing in one’s personal journals
    or diaries

    If I am found guilty
    then no American
    will ever be free to think,
    or write or express anything
    other than the official party line

    and America will become
    Just another right wing
    authoritarian fascist state.
    The judge rules that those issues
    are irrelevant.

    All that is relevant is
    did I knowingly write material
    that violates the current law?

    My defense attorney
    noted that everything
    I wrote was legal
    under prevailing laws
    at the time I wrote them

    Since my arrest
    under the new law
    I have not been allowed
    near a computer

    nor allowed to write in a journal,
    nor allowed reading material
    other than a bible
    and I am not a Christian.

    I have been kept in solidarity confinement
    for demanding what until
    now was allowed to prisoners

    in pre-trial confinement,
    access to the internet,
    phone calls
    visits from friends and family
    and exercise
    All denied

    and in fact
    for the first four months of detention
    I was lost in the system

    My wife and family members
    never told
    Where I was
    I was disappeared
    No record was made
    Where I was

    I was a cypher
    a ghost in the machine
    i did not exist

    In fact,
    when my wife
    hired a lawyer
    And demanded to know where I was
    The government’s position was
    that was classified
    And she had no need to know

    And I have been tortured
    during interrogations
    where lawyers were not permitted
    despite my asking for them

    The prosecutor objected
    saying that everything was done
    under the provisions
    of the Protect American Freedom Act
    enacted while the Congress
    was suspended
    due to the national emergency

    And the Protect American Freedom Act provisions
    explicitly state that the act
    and its implementation are beyond judicial review

    I ask the court
    to let me speak

    I make an impassioned plea
    to let me and my fellow bloggers go
    and to rule that the Protect American Freedom Act
    is unconstitutional

    and while Congress has been illegally suspended
    the constitution is still the law of the land
    and the Supreme Court has not been outlawed yet.

    All the actions of the government
    Including suspending the congress
    Ruling by emergency decree
    are illegal and against the constitution

    The Preserve American Freedom Act
    Which is a mockery of the constitution
    And bill of rights

    All Are the hallmarks
    of a fascist dictatorship

    The type of government
    That we fought world war 11 against
    And just for the record
    Thank you so much for calling me
    The most dangerous man in America

    That will be the title
    of my next book
    I guarantee that someday soon
    I will write it

    I turn to the Prosecutor

    and said
    Sir I think
    our dear leader

    made a mistake on that
    Might want to arrest the Supreme Court,
    and all the other judges as well

    And declare that the Constitution
    has been suspended for good
    as it is no longer relevant

    and our dear leader
    is the greatest
    most intelligent leader
    we have ever had

    I apologize for my writing
    If it offended his sensitivities
    So be it

    And calling him a fascist
    It used to be that stating
    a factual statement
    Was a legal defense

    Look it up
    He is a fascist dictator
    It is not just me saying that

    And while you are it
    if you can find the time
    after you finish kissing the president’s ass
    that is

    You should tell the dear leader
    to not stop there
    He should declare
    the Democratic party illegal
    and arrest all democratic elected official

    Why not?
    Send them all to prison.
    That’s what I advise the Dear leader to do

    The Judge laughs
    and the Prosecutor fumes

    The jury rules
    unanimously that I am not guilty.

    The judge asks
    for an emergency supreme court review
    of the constitutional provisions we cite

    I am ordered released from prison
    The next day
    I am rearrested on new charges pending the appeal.

    The Supreme Court rules in my favor
    and I am ordered free again

    I return home a hero
    As the constitution has been restored
    And the President removed from office

    After the people’s revolt
    Drove him from office

    Lost and Found By John (Jake) Cosmos Aller

    Published in issue 13<
    tiger shark

    I was lost
    you found me
    You walked

    out of my dreams
    And into my life

    And that made
    all the difference In the world

    Hot Coffee

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

    Published in Eskimo Pie December 2016

    Published in Coffee with Underhill January 2017

    111 The Universe has published my cat poems

    “The 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 coffee

    Did yoga
    Spoke to my mother
    Who was sliding into dementia
    Day by day

    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 him

    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, Cosmic 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

    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

    Buddha Cat of Edsall Road

     

    I had another encounter
    With the divine recently

    Another Cosmic cat perhaps
    Perhaps not

    who knows
    or what cats are
    are they aliens from another dimension?
    or was he channeling God

    I called him the Buddha cat
    For the cat loves
    Sitting in a meditative pose

    Not moving<span
    Just starting at me

    With his soulful deep eyes
    Boring into my soul
    exploring all my secret thoughts

    the buddha cat
    does not move does not
    react as he isso deep
    into his interior mediation

    truly in tune
    with the cat universe
    and the cosmos as well

    the buddha cat
    seems to be one
    with God
    one with Buddha
    One with Allah

    And all the other
    Billion names of God
    Known and unknown

    The buddha cat
    can teach us all
    About the art of meditation

    As he zones inward
    And loses his soul
    Joining the cosmos
    And becoming The buddha cat

    The buddha cat
    Lives in a modest Town house
    In a modest suburb

    Proving yet again
    The divine spirit of God
    Is everywhere all around us

    The buddha cat
    Reminds us all
    To look for god

    In the everyday
    All around us
    If we but have eyes
    to see

    To see God

     

  • Solving the Homeless Crisis

    Solving the Homeless Crisis

    Broken Down Souls, Solving the Homeless Crisis    

    Solving the Homeless Problem  

    The homeless crisis in the United States has gotten
    out of control. Something must be done I’m both the federal state and local levels to solve the problem of homelessness in the United States. The private sector, especially large employers, the tech sector, the universities, and the NGO sector must be involved as well. This must must be made a top priority of the Federal and state governments to end the scourge of homelessness once and for all recognizing that housing is a basic human right and no one in America will be allowed to live on the streets anymore. Here are my proposals. I would call upon the Department of Housing to take the lead by convening a national convention on the Housing Crisis with follow-up legislation and action by the Federal government, in cooperation with State, Local governments and the private sector.

    There’re four elements  to my proposal

    There must be a lot more housing built, mostly Multi family units, old-style boarding houses and single family residence hotels I’ve departed that picture as well including Group housing, and temporary housing for the chronic homeless should be set up knees tent cities would provide employment Basic medical care training and assistance to transition the residents into more permanent housing solutions.

    Housing is a Basic human Right

    One of the key elements of the proposal is the recognition that housing is a basic human right, no one and no one Will be allowed to live on the streets. If someone cannot afford housing today would be a sign to the homeless camps and this would be mandatory.

    I know that this part of the proposal will be controversial from a civil liberty point of view, but I feel it is essential to solve the homeless  problem.   It is simply unacceptable then in the richest country in the world are being forced to live on the streets.

    To pay for new housing and the the shelter system, a modest increase and income taxes is warranted.  Most of the cost of running the shelters an expansion of housing should be done to the federal government.

    As part of the solution, housing vouchers should be provided to people who are earning less than I hundred 200 of the poverty line so that they could afford to rent housing.

    More housing Must Be Build 

    There must be a lot more housing built everyhere, and most of them must be built along transit lines, and most must be multi family unit facilities. The era of single-family homes Will have to come to and end.  As part of this it must be made easier to convert single-family homes in the multifamily units, so call granny flat must be made available everywhere, short term housing must be regulated and made part of the pictures well.

    Changes to Zoning, Smart Growth Policies

    Local zoning laws that restrict housing in the residential areas only need to be revised, the goal should be mixed use development everywhere.  Large buildings should consist of apartment offices and retail,  smaller scale developments must include offices and retail as well.  The goal should be a cityscape something similar to develop to the development any station where most housing is multi use buildings and everyone is within walking distance of offices retail and transit.  Metropolitan governments need to have a regional planning office to coordinate new housing we develop mental housing retail commercial development an improved access to transit. Developers Will be giving incentives to build most housing at market value or below market value housing.

    In California in other states that have similar restrictions, prop 13 and other property tax restrictions must be revised to encourage courage people to sell properties or renovate properties. Similarly zoning laws must be changed to encourage housing development, and mixed use development, and smart growth policies. The era when developers build housing far from transportation systems without any coordination with local government or planning must end.

    Boarding Houses , Dormitories, other Group Housing and SOH’s need to be revived

    As part of the housing problem, boarding houses,  Group houses, dormitories for corporate workers, government workers including fire fighters, police and teachers, and university students on site need to be part of that package as well. inexpensive  single occupancy hotels must be part of the package with the recognition that Half the population will end up living in these group housing arrangements.  Very few people Will live in single-family homes anymore, most people will live in need of poop housing for apartment buildings, although there will be still people living in single-family homes and that is fine.

    temporary housing camps including a revival of the Civilian Conservation Camp need to be part of the Proposal

    Homeless tent camps should be legalized and located and areas near downtown.   The camps must be located along transit lines.  Anyone who needs a place to stay would be given a cot in a four man tent. The tenants will be heated and have air-conditioning, and Wi-Fi access.  All the residents of the camp will work 30 hours a week to help maintain the camps in an hygienic attractive a manner, administrative services and law enforcement services for the camp, or will work in the national, state and local parks and forrest doing conservation projects, or serving as first responders.  thus some people will live off site for a considerable amount of time near the forest, and park conservation sites, but all people will be assigned to a home camp.  That camps will have food services for the residents food services for the residents medical services an offer education and training services as well.

    the Camps would be run like the old CCC camps award of the great depression. The Cams will provide temporary housing for people in exchange for assistance and public service employment activities including conservation activities. Drug use alcohol use and gambling of course will be illegal in the camps, as will panhandling.  Sleeping on the streets outside the camp will be illegal and the homeless will be rounded up and taken to the camps involuntarily if needed.

    To pay for these camps, the federal government we’ll pay for most of the cost.

    State and local governments working with the real estate developers, will develop low cost permanent housing, and camp residents will  be transited into permanent housing as a housing is brought online.

    The Camps will be open to all who need them including undocumented Aliens. No one will be turned away board turned into an immigration.

    The camps be training and educational service centers, and temporary employment centers, with most residents living elsewhere.

    We can Solve the Problem if We Make it an Urgent National Priority

    If all these  proposals are enacted in a comprehensive national strategy, the scourge of homelessness can be defeated and no one in America we’ll be forced to live on the streets.

    Broken Down Souls Poems

    Broken Down Souls
    Homeless Fears
    No One Knows Their Names
    Trump’s Social Cleansing Program
    Social Purification Drives
    Broken Down Souls Do You See Them?

    Broken Down Souls

    Broken Down Souls
    You see them everywhere

    On the street
    On the bus

    On the metro
    But mostly wandering the streets

    Lost souls
    Broken down defeated souls

    The souls of the living dead
    Dead inside

    Waiting for death
    To deliver them

    from the agony
    Of the living dead

    They make do
    They beg

    They steel
    They con their way

    Living the street life
    Living death

    Broken Souls
    You have two minds

    One part of you
    the fearful part of you

    Conditioned to ignore
    Conditioned to walk by

    Ignoring the tragic wounded lives
    The broken souls all around you

    But part of you knows
    That you can’t do that

    But you can’t save everyone
    So, you do what you can

    You help those
    whom you can

    All it takes
    is a little act of compassion

    A little human kindness
    A few bucks or a cup of coffee

    And you walk by
    Knowing just knowing

    That by a simple act of acknowledging
    Our shared humanity

    You have made a small victory
    And brought happiness

    To yet another
    broken down soul

    And the fear
    that you will

    be a broken soul some day
    Recedes away

    Not me never
    Never will happen to me

    But one forgets
    It is a simple matter

    A wrong turn in life
    The wrong place

    wrong time
    wrong thing

    And you could be the broken soul
    On the street

    Begging to be heard
    Begging to be taken away

    And so,
    I walk on by no more

    I will listen
    I will talk to them

    I will make a small difference
    And in so doing

    Avoid becoming
    a broken-down soul

    Homeless Fears

    I almost became
    a broken-down soul

    Out on the street
    So many years ago

    I was in college
    Adrift for the summer

    Smoking too much weed
    Aimless

    And I hung out
    And got to know

    Some of the homeless
    Some of the bums on the street

    And I vowed
    That I would never be that person

    Never sink that low
    Never ever

    Be the homeless bum
    The invisible man

    And that knowledge
    Stuck with me

    Throughout my life
    Now many decades later

    I try to remember
    And I try to help

    When I can
    And recall what

    it would be like
    To be on the street

    With nothing
    but your clothes

    And the money you borrowed
    To keep you alive

    No One Knows Their Name

    The worst part of it all
    As I survey the homeless

    Across this great land of ours
    The worst part of it all

    Is that no one knows their name
    No one knows their story

    No one cares at all
    And in this age of hatred

    Sponsored by our president himself
    The homeless are being treated

    More and more as disposable trash
    More and cities

    Are banning the homeless
    From their cities

    Banning feeding the homeless
    Banning begging

    Banning sleeping in the streets
    And banning their camp sites

    If they could
    they would

    round them all up
    And shoot them

    Or let them run for their life
    In some sort of game on TV

    Because the homeless
    Are an affront

    to these so called
    Christian patriots

    They are lazy good for nothing losers
    Who cause problems for good citizens

    They should be locked up
    Or removed

    For the good of us all
    No one wants them

    No one cares
    And no one knows their name

    President Trump Discovers the Homeless

    President Trump
    Our dear compassion leader

    Recently discovered
    That homeless people

    Were everywhere
    All over DC

    NYC
    And especially LA and SF

    The homeless were becoming
    A huge problem

    And something must be done
    The homeless were taking

    Up the best real estate
    And making life difficult

    For the masters of the Universe
    Something must be done

    The homeless have to be rounded up
    And sent to camps

    Out of sight
    out of mind

    and people would wonder
    where did the homeless people go

    if they noticed
    them missing at all

    Social Purification Drives

    Korean social purification movement

    In the 1980’s in Korea
    The government decided

    To end the scourge of homelessness
    Once and for all

    The decree went out
    The police rounded them all up

    Shut down the street vendors
    and homeless shanty towns

    Sent them off for re-education
    Deep in the countryside

    Just in time for the Olympics
    The homeless disappeared

    Broken Down Souls Do You See them?

     

    Broken down Souls Do You see them
    Or are they invisible
    all the broken souls
    wandering the streets

    no where to go
    but to hell
    on earth
    now

    now
    you see
    that they are
    everywhere you see
    can you see them now
    will you be friend them now
    or will you still look away
    afraid that you will become them

    some recent poems

    Poetry Soup Poems 2016-2019

    Duane Poetree Poems 2016-2019

    the following sites are good sites to learn more and get involved in helping solve the problem.  I will share this blog posting with them and update it if they respond to my blog

    solving the homeless problem

    get involved

    solving the homeless problem

    the End

  • Ten New Poems

    Ten New Poems

    Ten New Poems

    these are some of my most recent poems that I have posted on All Poetry, Poetry Soup, Cosmos-funnel, Hello Poetry, Poetry Opus Magnum, Fan Story and  Sweek among other places. Check it out.

     

    Poetry Soup Poems 2016-2019 

    Index

    April 2019 Poems

    end of the worldDeep Fake Era
    Demon Cat from Oregon
    Strange Cat Looking at Me
    Cat Dreams Kill All Humans
    Visiting Father’s Grave
    Ghosts of Yakima
    Another Day Another
    Mountain Forrest
    End Times Approaches
    Rumors of War

    Deep Fake Era is Upon Us

    The Deep fake era is upon us
    Every thing is fake these days
    Everything is a fraud
    Prepare for the deep fake world

    Fakery, fraud, and falsehoods abound
    All artfully done Killing the last shred of human decency left
    Everything is a deep fake
    these days

    Oregon Demon Cat

    The demon cat
    Lived in Medford Oregon

    The demon cat was a big black cat
    His eyes were filled with demonic energy

    He stared at you
    Looking into your very soul

    Filled with anger, and hatred
    For the entire human race

    He seemed at times
    To be not from this planet

    Perhaps an alien species
    Studying the human race

    Or perhaps he came
    Form hell itself

    The demon cat loved to torment visitors
    For some reason he hated the man’s daughter

    The cat would stare at her from his perch
    Down the hall from the old man

    Then he would run at her
    Screaming like an escaped banshee
    Straight out of hell

    She told her dad
    Either the cat goes
    Or I go

    He said
    See you later

    The demon cat smiled
    At the small victory

    And she left the house
    With the demon cat
    Screeching good bye

    Strange Cat Watching Me

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    A cat sits on the edge of a bed
    Watching me watching him
    Both of us thinking

    What sort of strange creature this is
    That has invaded our personal space
    Upending our daily routines

    The cat came up to me
    Staring at me

    with his soulful eyes
    Boring into my very soul

    Looking for answers
    To these dark fundamental questions

    The cat smiles a mysterious smile
    And purrs in contentment

    Having found an answer of sorts
    And indicates that we can be friends

    As long as I know
    That he is the boss of me

    And I pet him
    Acknowledging

    the time honored
    Ritual of human cat interaction

    That dates
    back to the dawn of time

    When humans and cats
    First became aware

    Of the other
    Strange creature

    that shared
    our planet

    Cat Dreams Kill Humans

    cat sitting smiling
    cat lost in buddha trance thought
    cat dreams kill humans

    Visiting Father’s Grave

    Visiting my father’s grave
    In Yakima

    The ancestral land of the Aller clan
    Thinking about my father

    And his legacy
    And thinking that I am
    My father’s son

    There is so much
    I wanted to tell him

    So much I wanted to share
    So much I wanted him to see
    My accomplishments

    He was taken from me
    Before I had achieved
    my dreams

    Before I had become the man
    That he and I both knew
    I was destined to be

    Ghosts in Yakima

    Walking along a graveyard
    Looking for my father’s grave

    Seeing all the gravestones
    I begin to sense the spirits
    Of the restless dead

    They linger around the graveyards
    Waiting for visitors

    Eager to talk to anyone
    Who cares to stop
    And chat

    So lonely being a ghost
    With no one to haunt

    Mountain Forests

    Driving through the vast forests

    Of Central Oregon
    Through the wall of trees

    I imagine them talking to me
    The trees are whispering
    Dark satanic rituals
    Voodoo mumble jumble

    Evil chanting
    Then they speak
    Loud and clear

    Welcome humans
    To our world

    You think you are
    The king of the world

    The lords of creation
    Masters of the universe?

    Soon, all too soon
    God and Gaia his daughter
    Will tire of you
    Their latest plaything

    They will discard you
    Throw you down

    Disgusted at the world
    You have made

    You took the world
    They gave you for your pleasure

    This huge wonderful world
    Filled with life

    You took a paradise
    Beautiful, bountiful

    Rich and wonderful world
    Turned it into a sewer dump

    God and Gaia
    are not happy

    Not happy at all
    With you stupid humans

    They will rise up
    Smite you down

    And turn you
    Into dust in the cosmic wind

    And we will laugh
    and we will be witnesses
    at your funeral

    but we will not cry
    No one will cry

    No one will miss you
    No one cares about

    The fate of humanity
    And so you
    Will fade away

    Into the distance past
    Just dust in the cosmic wind

    And the trees started laughing
    And the birds and bees
    And all the other animals

    All joined in the maniacal laughter
    Laughing at the prospect

    Of poetic justice For the enemies
    Of the natural world

    And the coyotes
    And the wolves

    Joined in howling
    Under the light of the full moon

    Thus I imagined
    Would be the end of days

    The end of the world
    And the end of humanity

    Another Day Another Shooting

    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 our 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
    nothing has changed 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

    the End Times Approaches

    why do I feel

    the end times are approaching

    with each passing day
    the news gets worst

    the hatred grows
    the fear grows

    the end of time
    comes closer to our door

    and I fear
    the growing power

    of the fascists
    and their ilk

    and I fear
    that the world
    is ending soon

    Rumors of War

     

    it seems that
    we are in the end times
    wars, and rumors of war
    terrorism all around us

    the dogs of war
    are restless, just waiting
    to emerge from their lairs

    to unleash havoc
    death and destruction

    end of the world
    and the leader of the world

    our purported president
    is every day

    becoming more deranged
    moment by moment

    loosing his mind
    as the inner demons

    take over
    and at such a time

    when the whole world
    seems to be sliding towards war

    Our dear leader
    seems determined

    to lead us to the ultimate
    war of all

    world war 111
    looms ahead

    it could start any day
    and nothing will stop

    our idiot in chief
    from unleashing
    the dogs of war

  • Poetry Soup Poems 2016-2019

    Poetry Soup Poems 2016-2019

     

    Cosmos’s Poetry Soup Poems 2016-2019

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

    poetry soup link

    cosmic Haiku and other short poems

    Guns KIll People

    2017 April Poems

    April 2018 Poems

    April 2019 Poems

    Vietnam Poems

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

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

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

    here then are my gun poems

    index

    Another Day Another Shooting

    Mr. President Words Matter

    Chief of Staff, You are Absurd

    Guns Kill People

    NRA Please Stop Talking

    More Guns for Everyone in the World

    Virginia Beach Massacre Never Again Ever

    It’s a Gun Situation, Mr. President

    Prayer Works

    I don’t Get It

     

    Another Day Another Shooting

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    welcome to America
    land of the free
    home of the brave

    Mr. President Words Matter

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    Mr President
    Words matter
    your words matter

    your words of hate
    your words of division

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

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

    and some deranged people
    take action
    on your call
    for action

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

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

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

    and you
    have the gall
    to call yourself
    A Christian

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

    please man up
    accept your responsibility
    set things right
    apologize

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

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

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

    but please
    quite the words
    of hate
    the words that hurt

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

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

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

    Chief of Staff, You are Absurd

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    Guns Kill People

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    Guns
    guns kill people
    guns do kill people

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

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

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

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

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

    guns for everyone
    cries the NRA
    that’s the solution

    The president
    and his supporters
    deny the obvious

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

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

    straight to hell
    and back

    where with any luck
    Satan will use you
    as target practice

    NRA Please Stop Talking

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    Another day

    Another mass shooting
    Another incident

    of domestic terrorism
    another gun man

    killing people

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

    With their noxious

    Poisonous weasel words
    The NRA says

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

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

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

    IF guns were outlawed
    Only outlaws
    Would have guns

    Only solution
    Is more guns
    For everyone
    An armed society

    they say
    Is a polite society
    Support for gun control
    Is

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

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

    Jesus would want us all
    to be armed
    with machine guns

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

    With heavy arms
    In America

    Land of the free
    Home of the brave

    We can’t do anything
    At all

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

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

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

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

    Universal background checks
    Too onerous

    Registering guns
    Too burdensome

    Researching gun violence
    waste of tax payer money

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

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

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

    So my plead
    This day

    To the NRA

    and their stoogies

    Talk is cheap
    Your comments
    Are not helping

    If you can’t
    Be a part of the solution

    Just stop talking
    Please stop talking
    And let the rest

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

    And stop the carnage
    So NRA
    Please
     just
     stop
     talking
     Now

    More Guns for Everyone in the World

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    The Trump administration 

    Sought to relax export rules for American small arms,

     including semiautomatic rifles, handguns, and sniper rifles.

    Because the NRA said 

    the solution to gun violence

    aIs more guns

     for everyone in the world

    Everyone should be able

     to buy American made weapons

    The best in the world after all

    And everyone in the world 

    needs what the US 

    Wants to sell

    The shift,

     is championed by gunmakers

     who say it

     will make them more competitive 

    in the international market. 

    Critics argue 

    an export policy 

    that favors commercial interests

     could put the national security

     of the United States at risk 

    or harm diplomatic efforts.

     “This decision is also politically tone-deaf 

    as our nation reckons 

    with a gun violence epidemic.”

    A State Department spokesman 

    said that the change

     would ease the regulatory burden 

    on American gun makers

     and allow them to compete better globally.

    Currently, the Department of State 

    monitors exports of nearly all weapons 

    .

    “The world of firearms exports 

    is full of questionable, dubious characters.”

    the Department of Justice

     and Department of Homeland Security

     criticized the change 

    because it could make it

     easier for transnational criminal organizations

     or terrorists to get American-made guns.

    But the NRA

    They don’t care

    More guns for all

    Is the solution to all gun violence

    And sadly,  our President 

    Has sold his soul

    To the NRA

    Who offered him 

    Millions of dollars

    In blood money

    more guns for everyone

    based on following article

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    Virginia Beach Massacre Never Again Ever

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

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

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

    Caused by the demons
    His soul was so infected

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

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

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

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

    Virgina Beach massacre

    Virgina Beach massacre
    Just another

    Average night in America
    An Active Shooter

    scumbagery violence
    Rarely seen

    in this jaded wild world
    Gone in one hour

    In a spasm of horrific
    scumbagery

    In just a less than 30 short minutes
    Nothing more than

    In just a few short 30 moments
    All the victims

    were murdered while at their daily work
    wrong place wrong time

    act of a demotic deranged madman
    voices screaming Kill

    The voices scream death to all humans
    All must be killed

    The voices scream over and over
    All must die now

    Just another night in America
    Home of the free

    It’s a Gun Situation, Mr. President

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    Not Islamic terrorists
    Most are in fact
    Self-proclaimed Christians

    So Mr. President
    When will you come to your senses

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

    And tell the NRA
    they can take their blood money elsewhere

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

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

    Prayer Works

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    Dear Speaker Ryan

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

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

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

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

    Your answer
    Is Prayer works
    Government action does not

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

    So here’s my prayer for you
    And your colleagues

    When you die
    I pray that God
    Will send you

    And your friends
    Straight to hell

    Where Satan and his demons
    Will use you for target practice

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

    I don’t Get It

     

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

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

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

    Because a mad man
    Got a gun

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

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

    And do something
    About gun violence

    That’s a prayer
    I hope works

    Prayer Does Not Work

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

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

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

     

    It is Darker Than You Think

     

     

    an old hag

    an old witch
    strictly old school

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

    the end times approach
    She proclaims
    she sees the world ending

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

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

    the end of things
    the end of life
    She is afraid

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

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

    they will be born
    again as things
    circle back

    to the beginning
    of the end
    and the end

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

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

    at the end of time

    License

     

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

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

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

    and the president
    has a license
    to lie

    as he lies
    all the time
    just because he can

    and I have
    the ultimate license

    the poetic license
    to write
    these verses
    to enlighten the masses

    Why Are There So Many Fake Cherokees

    Erasure Poem

    So many fake Indians these days
    Elizabeth Warren is one

    And according to my DNA results
    I am too

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

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

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

    A Cherokee weighed in on this on Quora

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

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

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

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

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

    sometimes,
    either Blackfoot or Lakota.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    Of the Cherokee
    But who really knows

    My mother took many things
    With her to the grave

    Lots of family secrets
    Things I will never know

    But in my heart
    I know
    That I am part Cherokee

    And so I will proudly
    Claim I am part Cherokee

    In spirt
    If not in blood

    Love Cinquain

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

    Nightmare Cinquain

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

     

    Man Child President

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

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

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

    The little man child
    Lost millions of dollars

    The little man child
    Lost the popular vote

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

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

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

    The country
    Before he is through

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

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

    President Trump International Fire Chief

    Our dear leader
    Our favorite President
    President Trump

    Once again
    Interjected himself
    Into areas that he knows nothing about

    Making a fool of himself
    In the process

    Why does he do this?
    Time after time
    Talking nonsense

    It is because
    He is the smartest man
    In the universe

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

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

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

    In the midst
    Of the devastating
    Paris Norte Dame fire

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

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

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

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

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

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

    once in French
    and once in English

    — less than two hours after Mr Trump

    sent his tweet
    and appeared

    to directly respond to the US president.

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

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

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

    the agency then sent out a second tweet.

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

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

    And the French provided

    This helpful advice
    To the Fire Fighter in chief

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

    Please, shut up.

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

    Catching the Trump Madness


    Releasing the Trump Monsters

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

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

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

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

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

    Devouring all reason
    Turning all they see
    Into raving lunatics

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

    Armageddon looms
    Will Trump be raptured away?

    Only God knows
    And he is not telling

    As we descend
    Into the maelstrom
    Hoping against hope

    That we can overcome
    The monsters
    That Trump has unleashed

    In the end
    Perhaps it does not matter

    As the world careens
    Deeper into hell
    There is no end

    Nothing but despair
    Forever and ever

    prayer for future of the planet

    A shaman priestess
    Is deep in thought

    Engaged in Meditation
    on the fate
    Of the earth

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

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

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

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

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

    She has two visions
    Of a possible future

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

    The first
    The neo-fascists
    Seize control

    And usher in a dystopian nightmare
    That ends with utter destruction

    Nuclear war
    Nuclear winter
    Ends climate change

    As civilization ends
    And mankind retreat to caves

    And it happens
    In a blink of an eye

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

    The second vision
    The optimistic vision

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

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

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

    They are overthrown
    In a people’s power revolution

    All over the world
    People wake up
    Demand change

    And slowly the world
    Begins to recover
    And overcome

    The dark hours
    Of the present age

    The shaman priestess
    Returns home
    To spread the word

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

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

    If we choose the path
    Of the cosmic light

    And overthrow
    The neo-fascist cabal
    And restore democracy

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

    Well she says
    You have been warned

    The universe has spoken
    So, mote it be

    lucky numbers blues

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

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

    in a row
    that the next one should be black
    right

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

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

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

    the pattern was clear
    there was a bell shape curve

    with an upswing
    and a downswing to the data

    an early experiment
    in chaos theory

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

    turns into a losing curve
    then walk away

    and you might be a winner
    according to science

    but they have yet
    to be able to prove/disprove

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

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

    just a fluke
    according to science

    another iron clad rule
    the regression to the mean

    the curve may go up
    and may go down

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

    the house always wins

     morning thoughts

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

    Sleeping soundly
    In our bed
    The sun fills my room

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

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

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

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

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

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

    And somehow
    We found each other
    And will be together

    Until the death of time

    April 8th Santa James Comes to Town

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

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

    Life can be better
    Love can conquer hate

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

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

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

    And somehow he conquered the town
    Who adopted him

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

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

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

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

    Playing piano
    Given a room to stay in

    Spoke at the local schools
    And churches

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

    And life story
    Even though he was blind

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

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

    We have the power
    To reject hate
    To reject division

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

    We could heal our wounds
    And become united again

    That is my prayer
    Perhaps Santa James
    Is really a saint

    The real thing
    Who knows

    All we know
    Is that Santa James
    Came to town

    And the rest
    Is the history
    We will make of it

    Long Live Santa James

     Coffee  Love Hate Affair

    I love coffee
    Always have
    Always will

    But I have
    a love-hate affair
    With coffee

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

    Filling with hope
    And anticipation

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

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

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

    And I toss and turn
    And sleep no more

    Coffee does that to me
    And so,

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

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

    Coffee Blues

    Coffee
    is my drug
    of choice
    Always has been

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

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

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

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

    Enslaving you
    Making you its victim
    As it toys with you

    Messes with you
    Prevents you
    from sleeping

    Coffee
    is a harsh mistress
    It demands respect

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

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

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

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

    Coffee

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

    Just another pathetic
    coffee junkie
    When all is said

    and done

     Messenger Dog of God

    One day
    While studying in Rome
    As a priest

    I notice a small white dog
    Staring at me

    He glances at me
    Indicating that I am to follow him

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

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

    I open the door
    And see St Peter there

    He smiles
    Dismisses the dog
    Who moves on down the hall

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

    St Peter says
    Why are any of us here?

    It is time for you to go

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

    Says it is time to go
    I wake up

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

    It was not yet time
    To go

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

    Any day now
    The grim reaper waits

    And it will soon be my time

    just for today

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

    just go with the flow

    of the day

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

    with my love

    until the day is done

    it’s a dog’s life for me

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

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

    or go to hell
    for following another’s dog

    the Muslims agree

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

    of course, there is a dog

    and they are the master race

    as they growl at their owners
    who bow down

    and clean up their mess

    it can’t happen, or has it

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

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

    Nothing that they say
    Will make a difference

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

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

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

    And the chattering classes
    Don’t seem to understand

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

    The question used to be

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

    so excited to be alive

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

    to be alive

    at age 63

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

    te day I met her

    37 years ago

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

    and my life began
    that autumn day

    when I met
    the girl of my dreams

    trump

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

    Patriots unite behind the Great Leader

    just an unhinged werewolf howling at the moon

     

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

    the werewolf stirs
    as the light shines on him

    slowly transforming him

    into a dark dangerous creature
    of the lunatic night

    ready for his flight

    out into the world,
    he emerges

    snarling

    howling at the moon

    just another unhinged

    werewolf
    out for blood today

    howling at the moon

    scorpion night of passion

    Born in October
    Scorpion Passionate fool
    Always taking the lead

    consumed with dark desires

    is this Scorpio buddha nature

    consumed with dark desires

    Glow

     

     

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

    Watching my dream girl sleep

    old woman and the genie

    An old Chinese woman

    Stands in a field
    On the lunatic edge of town

    Where drinkers gather to drink

    And woman of ill repute

    Play their games

    With the passing drunks
    Men ready for a night of passion

    She is holding a tea pot

    And proclaims

    That the pot contains

    A genie
    That will grant the new owner

    Three wishes

    She had to sell the pot

    Because her wishes came true

    And she smiles
    And laughs insanely

    The laughter dies

    And she implores people

    To buy her tea pot

    And put her out of misery
    Just buy my pot

    And your dreams will come true

    Be careful dear thought

    Remember all magic

    Comes with a price
    A terrible price

    trapped back of the bus

    hitching a ride

     

    Back of the Bus

    Many years ago

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

    Just to see the country

    I was trapped
    In the back of the bus

    Where the young
    And restless souls

    Gathered together

    And drank illegally
    And smoked weed

    Also illegally
    We stayed there

    Until Winnemuca

    Where I got off
    And found my bus pass

    Had found another owner

    Ad I went to Salt Lake City

    Still trapped in the back of the bus

    down and out in Saigon

     

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

    A certain type of westerner

    The down and out

    On a down word spiral
    Why?
    Relatively cheap to live

    Lots of part-time gigs

    Teaching English

    Or other things
    Cheap Booze, drugs, sex
    Readily available

    Places to stay

    Dirt cheap

    And no one needs
    To sleep outdoors
    Easy to disappear

    Into the foreigner’s backpackers ghettos

    And escape

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

    And there are lots of people

    In your shoes

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

    For the down and outer crowd

    In Bangkok, one sees them a lot

    In Cambodia as well

    In the Philippines

    In Nepal

    And south of the border

    In Mexico as well

    and Eastern Europe

     

    And Latin America

    In India not so much

    In Japan and Korea

    Just too damn expensive

    And too cold to be outdoors

    Back in the day

    I used to work

    The citizen services gig

    And saw lots of the down

    and out set

    The old blues song

    comes to mind

    No one remembers you

    When you are down and out

    And in the States

    Being down and out

     

    Means living

    on the mean streets

    As it is very difficult

    To live with almost no money

    And the various side hustles

    Don’t give you much money

    Unless you are dealing drugs

    And teaching ESL

    Is not an option

    other hustles are difficult

    and begging gets one arreste

    Food is expensive

    Transportation is expensive

    Booze and drugs expensive

    Rent is prohibitive

    Commercial sex is expensive

    And no one loves you

    If you are down and out

    No one knows your name

    You are just another

    homeless bum

    Invisible to all

    As you try to make do

    Much better to be down and out

    In Southeast Asia

    Than on the mean streets

    Of the USA

    Ghosts Along the Jungle Path in Vietnam

    walking down a lonely trail

    in the jungles of Vietnam

    fleeing the ghosts of the Viet Kong

    down the Chu Chi Trail

    pursued by ghosts

    and memories of war

    and the horror

    that lay beneath my feet

    wondering yet again

    was it worth it

    the war

    the thousands of dead

    silent witnesses

    lie beneath my feet

    silent witnesses

    to the folly of war

    as I walk down the jungle path

    heading to nowhere

    thinking these dark thoughts

    talking to my ghostly companions

    Saigon 1995

    In 1995

    I was one of the first American tourists

    Allowed into Vietnam

    To freely wander about

    Tourism was at its infancy

    And Saigon was chaotic

    Wild and crazy

    Traffic was insane

    There were few tourism sites

    Few hotels

    Few guest houses

    And not too many restaurants

    The food was good

    We saw the war memorial

    The reunification palace

    And the big market

    But we felt we were being monitored

    Beggars were everywhere

     

    There were scams everywhere

    And it was not that pleasant an experience

    But Saigon grew up

    Became a much more tourist-friendly place

    And these problems we encountered

     

    A thing of the place

    Saigon is so much better

    So much more developed

    That it has captured our soul

    And we will be back

    saigon 201

    Saigon 2019

    Vibrant, vivid, exciting
    A city on the move

     

    Becoming a world-class city

    Yet still with a Saigon swagger

    Wandering the streets

    Dodging the traffic

    Admiring the women

    Enjoying the food

    Saigon enters my heart

    And I know that I will be back

    This city is growing on me

    Reminds me of Korea

    One hopes that as it develops

    It will not become a carbon copy

    Of other big Asian cities

    Obliterating its past

    In search of a false modern image

    I hope it can retain

    What makes Saigon Saigon

    And not become another Gangnam

    Hope it does it with Saigon style

    And the people will evolve

    The country will emerge

    And become what it should be

    The Paris of the East

    This is my vision

    as I wander about

    enjoying Saigon in 2019

    ghost of Chu Chi

    Crawling down the tunnels

    Of Chu Chi

    I could almost imagine

    The Viet Kong guerillas

    Hiding deep under the tunnels

    As the land above is turned

    Into a temporary dessert

    With the vegetation burned off

    By napalm and agent orange

    The Viet Kong creep out at night

    Stealing onto the bases

    Stealing weapons, food, supplies

    And occasionally killing soldiers

    In their sleep

    The US soldiers

    Stay on base at night

    Terrified of the mosquitos

    And of the Viet Kong

    the ghosts

    Surround me

    Telling me their stories

    And at last I fled

    Through the emergency escape tunnel

    Declaring victory

    Profoundly shaken up

    By the ghosts of the Chu Chi tunnels

    Old Lady in the Neighborhood

    There is an old Vietnamese lady

    In the neighborhood

    Obviously senile

    But everyone knows her

    And watches over her

    To make sure

    She stays out of traffic

    And out of trouble

    She talks to everyone

    But no one seems to understand

    What she is babbling

    on about

    They smile at her

    And she smiles back

    And she for some reason

    She likes us

    And like my

    Vietnamese Coffee lady

    I wonder why

    Why was there

    this connection

    Between us

    It dawned on me

    Perhaps in a prior life

    She knew an American or two

    And I remind her of someone

    Or perhaps she is found

    Of Korean K drama

    And Angela reminds her

    Of her favorite K Drama star

    Or perhaps it is both

    Or another reason entirely

    But in any event

    I look forward

    To seeing her smiling face

    Every time I walk

    Down my ally way

    in Old Saigon

    Coffee Lady in Saigon

    Every morning

    I have gone out for Vietnamese coffee

    At a sidewalk café

    Down the ally from our AIRBNB

    The owner is a pleasant middle age woman

    Who for some reason likes us

    She smiles at us

    Greets us in Vietnamese

    She does  not understand English

    Or Korean

    And I wonder why

    Why was there

    this connection

    Between us

    It dawned on me

    Perhaps in a prior life

    She knew an American or two

    And I remind her of someone

    Or perhaps she is found

    Of Korean K drama

    And Angela reminds her

    Of her favorite K Drama star

    Or perhaps it is both

    Or another reason entirely

    But I moved today

    And will miss her

    Might go back for a final cup

    Of coffee

    To say good bye

    To my Vietnamese coffee lady

    Mastering the Saigon Shuffle

     

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

    When I first visited Saigon

    Learning the Saigon Shuffle

    Was difficult

    And now 24 years later

    It all seems to be coming back

    There is an art to crossing the street

    Dodging the motor cyclists, the taxis, the private cars

    The bikes and other pedestrians and the buses

    The art consists of letting the big guys go first

    Then walk between the motorcycles and cyclists

    Trusting that they will get out of your way

    And they being masters of the Saigon shuffle

    Always find a way

    In my two visits I was struck

    By how it all flows together

    Without a central authority

    And with almost no planning

    Lights or cops

    Somehow it just is

    And somehow it works

    And it is still a mystery to me

    24 years after first

    Encountering the Saigon shuffle

    old Ghosts in Saigon

    Old ghosts wandering the streets of old Saigon

    Lost spirits of the dead

    Died during the endless wars

    Ghostly apparitions around every corner

    Here was Kilroy

    and his gang of soldiers

    Over there were the Viet Cong

    Waiting to kill them

    Saigon is filled with memories like that

    Terrible times were had here in Old Saigon

    Silently the ghosts parade the city streets

    As the tourists drink in the bars

    Seeing Ghosts

    Seeing Ghosts

    I walk around the streets

    Of old Saigon

    Seeing sensing the undead

    The ghosts of the war

    That haunted life

    So many years ago

    So many people died

    For a war

    That never should have been fought

    For reasons that are still not clear

    A great tragedy unfolded

    In a land half away

    Around the world

    The ghosts smile at me

    And then they disappear

    Leaving me in the present

    Life goes on

    satanic torture

    I find myself

    In a dark room
    Strapped to a bed

    The light turns on

    The large TV comes on

    A smiling image

    Of Satan fills the TV
    He is dressed

    In a conservative business suit

    Looks like he came

    Out of a corporate

    board meeting
    surrounded by demonic aides

    who constantly shove papers

    at him

    He looks up from his lap top

    And smiles
    A deadly so insincere smile

    His voice booms out

    Welcome to Hell

    My satanic slaves

    I am Satan
    Your new master

    Each of you

    Has been sentenced

    To an eternity of torture

    And the punishment
    Must fit the crime

    So, for you

    Mr. Jake Cosmos Aller

    Failed aspiring poet

    And novelist
    Your torture

    Is to be strapped

    To that bed

    Unable to move

    As you are filled

     

    With the need

    To piss and

    But you cannot move

    And your skin

    Is crawling with bugs
    And itchy

    as Hell so to speak

    and you are so sleepy

    but you cannot sleep

    the TV will play

     

    endless repeats

    Of some of the worst TV

    and movie shows

    ever produced

    Starting with my favorite

    A Series of Unfortunate Events

    Featuring your favor annoying little girl

    Carmetta! Singing for you forever

    As you are the ultimate cake sniffer

    Welcome to Hell

    worlds within worlds lost in inner space

     

    A man woke up one day

    Lost in inner space

    Went so far down

    The proverbial rabbit hole

    That he did not know

    Where he was

    Nor what time it was

    Nor when it was

    As he stared out

    At a bewildering world

    A world lost in inner space

    Deep down in his dreams

    Filled with nightmarishly real

    Monsters, demons and ghostly apparitions

    He saw them and began running

    Running running running

    With the hell hounds behind him

    Leading him to the edge

    of the pits of hell itself

    abandon all hope

    ye who enter here

    the sign read

    above the entrance to the pit

    and there was a devil standing there

    armed with a clipboard

    and a computer spreadsheet
    Satan was the ultimate bureaucrat

    Name barked the devil

    Date of Birth ?

    Date of Death?

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

    Car accident due to drunk driving

    And you killed a child

    Bad on you

    But here in hell
    The punishment fits the crime

    And the devil laughed

    Joined in by the hell hounds

    And other nightmare creatures

    A bell ran out

    In the purple crystalline sky

    And slowly the worlds receded

    And he found himself alive

    In his room

    And vowed

    That today

    Was the day

    He would quit drinking

    Quit taking drugs

    And quit chasing strange woman

     

    And having wild libertine sex

    He picked up the phone

    It was Satan’s aid

    Be careful what you vow

    We are listening

    If you fulfill your vows

    You might find yourself

    Escaping life in Hell

    It is up to you to choose

    And the man got dressed

     

    Went to work

    Thinking deep thoughts

    And drove off a cliff

    And back down the endless

    Worlds within worlds

    endless movie

     

    Watching the TV coverage

    Of the great government shut down

    Of 2018-2019

    I am reminded of a movie

    As I fall asleep

    Listening to the TVBlather on and on

    About what it all means

    Mr. Natural pops u

    And screams

    “It don’t mean s….

     

    “Dude, the endless movie

    Is about to begin”!

    A middle-aged white man

    Down on his proverbial luck

    Just been fired
    Replaced by a foreign worker

    Or a robot

    Or just fired

    Because he was no longer

    Deemed useful
    To the masters of the universe

    If he was lucky

    He’d  be given a watch

    And an IOU worthless pension

    And the man wanders into a restaurant

    Pulls out a gun

    Eats his breakfast

    After the official breakfast hour

    Puts on a Pepe the green frog mask

    Drops acid, Snorts speed

    Drinks a shot of booze

    And coffee smokes a joint

    Snorts cocaine for good measure

    and smokes a cigarette

    And walks outside

    steals a bus at gun point

    Filled with passengers

    He tells them

    They are hostages

    And he puts on his vest

    With the dead man switch

    Next to the bomb

    He announces

    Via tweet

    He is going to take the bus

    To the proverbial pot of gold

    Hidden deep in a cave

    And when he got there

    He would release the hostages

    And disappear into the mine

    And never be found again

    And as the bus careens around the mountain

    At 100 miles an hour

    The dude sprouts out

    Conspiracy after conspiracy theory

    About Obama the Muslim communist

    secret gay working with George Soros

    the Jewish money people

    in league with the shapeshifting lizards

    and Mueller is one of them

    they are all after him

    because he knows the deal

    And the passengers are transfixed

    Half hoping, he would make it

    Half hoping, he would be blown away

    And as the bus careens out of control

    With the wheels falling off

    And the cliff looming ahead

    You realize we are all doomed

    morphing images

    I am in a room

    Drinking at a party

    And smoking weed

    Watching people all around me

    Change into hideous creatures

    Monsters from the deepest depths of hell

    Everyone in the room

    Has been transformed except me

    The Chief of them all

    Wears a Trumpian mask

    Complete with orange hair

    Half human half pig

    His deputy

    Wears the face of Putin

    But his body

    Half human, half horse: if

    The other creatures wear masks

    Many of them wear

    Green Pepe the alt-right

    Symbolic frog masks

    And have T-shirts

    Bearing alt right slogans

    And Nazi symbols

    And as they prance about

    They chant alt. Right slogans

    And neo-Nazi chants

    Jews will not Replace us

    And the rest of these creatures

    Are hideous ugly beasts

    With only a vestige of humanity left

    And these monsters are engaged

    In all sorts of foul evil deeds

    Murder violence death

    All around

    And non-stop

    violent drug-fueled orgies

    As these creatures

    Half human half monsters

    Half male, half female creatures

    Snort coke, cocaine, speed

    Smoke weed and drink vodka shots

    Scotch, bourbon and beer

    The Trumpian Pig leads the charge

    Starts engaging in sodomy with Putin

    Who chases after people

    Cutting off their heads with his sword

    They turn on to their fellow creatures

    Raping and killing each other

    and eating their fellow creatures

    All night long

    Then they attack me

    Screaming

    Jews will not replace us

    And I wake up

    Screaming

    As the sun comes up

    Just another nightmare

    One Night I Dreamt of You

    One night I dreamt of you

    For seven years I dreamt of you

    Until you walked into my life

    One Night in Lithia Springs

    One night in Lithia Springs

    We soaked away our painful life

    And again fell in Love

    You Are My Everything

    You are my everything

    All my hopes and dreams

    Haunting my nights

    I Can Not Get Rid

    I cannot get rid

    This angel haunting my soul

    Seeing your face in the sky

    saying goodbye

    Saying goodbye now

    Is the hardest thing to do

    But I must do it

    You are my Angel

    You are my Angel

    Sent from God up in heaven

    To conquer my life

    One Moment, One Day

    One moment, one day

    You walked out of my nightmares

    And swept into life

    Waking Up to No You

    Waking up to no you

    Absent in my bed at night

    Absent from my dreams

    Thursday Evening

    Thursday early evening

    Thinking dark thoughts only you

    Can you cure these thoughts?

    howling at the moon

    As I sit

    Under the lunatic light of the full moon

    Of the blood-red lights of the moon

    Full of wild passions

    The lustful beast stirs again

    And starts running and running

    Howling at the moon

    Riding into the new dawn

    On a demented Harley Davis cycle

    With two naked babes on his back

    Riding into the sun

    90 miles per second

    At the speed of thought

    He disappears into the lunatic light

    Of the full moon

    And I wake up

    Alone in my bed

    Saying, man, that was quite a night

    I better not go there again

    The wild beast

    Laughs

    He has heard that before

    And I join

    The beast

    In howling at the Moon

    just an unhinged lunatic howling at the moon

    On a moonlit late night

    I sat in a bar

    Drinking drams of demented, fermented dream dew

    Just an unhinged lunatic

    Dreaming of howling at the full moon

    Watching the world walk by

    Looking at all the fine looking babes

    Walking by the street

    Thinking wild, erotic thoughts

    Of endless wild libertine passions

    When into the bar

    Walked the most beautiful women

    In the Universe

    So wild, so free

    So wonderfully alive

    I did not know what to do

    As this vision of delight

    Sauntered through the bar

    In a skin-tight leather pants

    Looked so fine

    That my eyeballs hurt

    And finally, I had to say something

    So, I gathered up my manly courage

    And walked up to her

    And she looked at me

    And instantly bewitched my soul

    With a devilish grin

    I lost all reason

    And became a raving lunatic

    Unhinged lunatic

    Howling at the moon

    Foaming at the mouth

    A wild, free werewolf

    Howling at the lunatic light

    Of the full Moon

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

    the story of how we met

    It all began in Berkeley, California

    In the springtime of 1974

    One fateful afternoon

    I was sleeping in my high school Physics class.

    I looked up and saw a tall,

    beautiful Asian woman

    standing there looking at me.

    She was the most beautiful women

    in the universe to me

    I screamed out, who are you?

    She disappeared

    as if she was beamed

    away from my dream.

    I knew that someday

    I would meet the girl

    In the dream

    Little did I know

    I would have to wait until 1982

    Starting that month

    I began having the same dream

    Month and month and month.

    Always the same.

    She was saying something

    in a strange language.

    Then one day

    I had the dream

    and knew that

    she was in Korea.

    So, I chose to go

    to Korea

    In the Peace Corps,

    Somehow knowing

    That I would meet her there.

    One day

    A year after the Peace Corps ended

    A month before I planned

    to leave to return

    to the U.S. for graduate school

    That morning early in the morning

    I had the last of these dreams.

    This time I understood her.

    She said, “Don’t worry.

    We’ll meet soon.”

    That evening

    As I was getting off the bus

    To go to my class

    I saw getting off the bus

    The girl in my dream.

    It was she!

    I was speechless.

    I did not know what to do.

    Over the course of the evening

    I ran into her several times.

    Finally, I was introduced to her.

    I muttered some lame excuse

    About wanting to find a Korean tutor

    and got her number.

    The next day she came to the gate

    Of my base where I was teaching

    ESL to Koreans

    She said that she

    had to speak with me.

    I told to wait in the library

    for about an hour,

    and I would cancel class

    and meet her then.

    We went out for coffee.

    She told me that she was madly

    in love with me

    And simply had to have me.

    I told her I felt the same way.

    I proposed five days later,

    And got married one month later.

    Does she believe this story?

    She claims she does not believe it

    Because it is impossible to be true.

    But I know that there

    are other worlds and other times.

    In a past life

    we must have been together somehow.

    And our love was so strong

    That it crossed over the barrier

    of time and space

    She found me in 1974,

    But it took until 1982

    For us to actually meet.

    And it has been 36 years

    Since we met in the physical sphere

    Or 45 years since the dream began

    And I still recall the dream

    And meeting her

    I had no choice

    When I met her

    We were fated to be together

    true story.

    October Rain

    The falling rain

    Of late October

    Fills me with essential dread

    As I rush about

    And end up here

    Wherever here is

    The rain outside

    Seems like the tears of god

    As I sit

    Crying over my beer

    Thinking of lost love

    And failed dreams

    Wondering

    What went wrong?

    And what I can set right

    And the rain falls

    And the night darkens

    The rain is falling

    All over this man’s world

    And the rain falls

    And I sit

    Drinking my lonesome drink

    Lost in dreams

    Dreaming of what

    Could never be

    Thinking dark thoughts

    And so, I sit

    And dream the night away

    fake things

     

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    We live in a world

    Of fake things

    Fake Products

    Fake News

    Fake Calls

    Fake Politics

    Fake Sports

    Fake Business

    Fake Leaders

    Fake People

    Fake friends

    Fake sincerity

    Surrounded 24/7

    By all the fake things

    How can anything real exist?

    Is it all nothing but fake things

    Designed to deceive us all?

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    Morphing Images from Hellish Nightmare

     

    I am in a room

    Watching people all around me

    Change into hideous creatures

    Monsters from the deepest depths of hell

    The Chief of them all

    Wears a Trumpian mask

    Completed with orange hair

    Half human half pig

    His deputy

    Wears the face of Putin

    But his body

    Half human, half horse

    The other creatures wear masks

    Many of them wear

    Green Pepe the alt right

    Symbolic frog masks

    And have T shirts

    Bearing alt right slogans

    And Nazi symbols

    And as they prance about

    They chant alt. Right slogans

    And neo Nazi chants

    Jews with Not Replace us

    And the rest of these creatures

    Are hideous ugly beasts

    With only a vestige of humanity left

    And these monsters are engaged

    In all sorts of foul evil deeds

    Murder violence death

    All around

    And none-stop

    violent drug fueled orgies

    As these creatures

    Half human half monsters

    Half male, half female creatures

    Snort coke, cocaine, speed

    Smoke weed and drink vodka shots

    Scotch, bourbon and beer

    The Trumpian Pig leads the charge

    Starts engaging in sodomy with Putin

    Who chases after people

    Cutting off their heads with his sword

    They turn on to their fellow creatures

    Raping and ing each other

    All night long

    Then they attack me

    Screaming

    Jews will not replace us

    And I wake up

    Screaming

    As the sun comes up

    Just another nightmare

    Note: from a recent nightmare

    early morning thoughts

    Early in the midst of a chaotic frenzy

    I caught the fragrance of her sweat grin

    And my heart did a swirling spin

    When I saw that vision of erotic delight

    There I stood

    Alone in a somehow too dismal room

    Full of vibrant people

    I knew not what to say

    So, I spent that dismal day

    Thinking dismal morbid thoughts of lugubrious doom

    Thoughts what might happen that day

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

    Thus, it went

    Years after ever melancholy year

    Days after ever gloomy days

    Nights of self-induced torture

    Months of nightly rancid beer

    There it went

    Now

    I am sitting and thinking

    Thoughts so gloomy

    I still don’t know

    Life belongs to the living

    Not to the morbid mystic dreamers

    Nor the poets dying

    depressed morbid nights

    One of these depressed, depraved, morbid nights

    I shall awake to the God damned game of life

    And sit under the graying light

    Of the foolish full moon

    And laminate upon my luminance

    And chew up the garments of past lives

    And cry my soul

    But no one will hear the plight of my mind

    On strike for better wages

    And more love

    Thus, I will sit, and think and dream

    Dreams that no one ever before dreamt

    It is so very lonely being a foolish lunatic

    But then as I drink to oblivion

    I begin to think

    Of all those things that I have not experienced

    And wonder with a vengeance

    Why God hates me so

    Or is it only an illusion?

    When will I awake

    Or do we just sit waiting for more beer

    To cover up

    The stench of putrid rotting flesh

    Waiting for death to take us away

    To the Cosmic garbage dump in the sky

    Trying to communicate across a gap

    That is light years’ long

    And will never close

    For man was not made to know

    The real thoughts of another

    Man was made to suffer, cry and wait

    For the party in Hell afterwards

    , let’s us die and be done with it

    Or live without our God damned dreams

    Running our thoughts

    Into pits of depraved madness

    Hell is Here to Stay

    The angel of the lord

    Appeared on TV sets

    All over the world

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    People woke up

    Expecting to see

    The usual suspects

    Talking heads

    Talking drivel

    Talking trash

    Instead

    A stern visage

    A stern old man

    In a dark suit

    He had a salt and pepper beard

    And long, dark black hair

    And piercing blue eyes

    Staring out

    From his stern face

    The eyes

    Piercing the soul

    Of all who listened

    The voice

    Of the angel of the lord

    Was like thunder

    And all over the world

    People tried to turn off

    Their TV sets

    To no avail

    Twilight light Zone

    Prevailed

    The angel of the lord

    Stopped swearing

    And said

    In a calm

    Deadly voice

    People of earth

    You know the lord

    By a billion names

    I am his spokesman

    We’ve realized

    There is the age of the TV

    And we must be able to reach

    You directly

    Before one or a million

    Could understand

    Now no one hears us

    For you are convinced

    We are dead

    Irrelevant

    Washed up

    A fraud

    Frankly speaking

    You all can go to hell

    And an evil grin

    Appears on his face

    As he says

    Can a fraud do this?

    And outside

    Thunder and lightening

    A star comes down

    And houses were blown away

    And everyone was

    Outside

    The TV set

    Was in the sky above

    The voice of the angel

    Of the lord

    Proclaiming

    Repent

    The end is near

    And now

    No more TV

    No more booze

    The rights to you

    Have been sold

    For to quote Frank Zappa

    You are all assholes

    You are all assholes

    All of you

    Little, mean little assholes

    Let me introduce

    My new business partner

    satan

    Satan, also known

    As the prince of darkness

    God and Satan

    Have agreed on a deal

    A thousand year Reich

    A thousand year of slavery

    For you

    My little human assholes

    For your sins, your arrogance

    Your foolish pride

    After a thousand years

    Of pure torture

    We will return

    To judge the living and the dead

    Most of you will remain in hell

    Some will be redeemed

    And allowed into heaven

    And now, back to your usual station

    Welcome to hell

    Satan said

    And laughed and laughed and laughed

    And the usual crimes resume

    The usual lies and deceits and shames

    For most people

    It made no difference

    They had been in hell

    For centuries

    For some

    It mattered

    fake eggs

     

    Eggs

    I love real eggs

    From real chicken

    Preferably free range

    Vegetarian fed,

    No antibiotic feed

    No hormones added

    Non-caged chickens,

    allowed to roam about

    As God intended

    them to do

    Not locked up

    In chicken coop hell

    But now

    We have so many choices

    We can have fake eggs

    Without any cholesterol

    Or yoke

    Tastes like real chicken eggs

    At least they claim

    But who knows what’s real

    Any more

    Can you trust

    The chicken is real ?

    Fake bread

    Now a days

    Most of the time

    I eat fake bread

    GF bread

    For health reasons

    My wife can’t tolerate the real thing

    And so,

    I eat fake bread

    Fake pasta

    Fake pizza

    But every so often

    I want the real deal

    I crave bread

    Made with wheat

    And a real pizza

    And real pasta

    And real donuts

     

    Fake Booze

    I never real understood

    The concept of alcohol free booze

    Alcohol free beer

    Alcohol free wine

    I don’t get Mocktales

    And I don’t get fruit beer

    And coffee beer

    And other the other weirdo drinks

    That people drink these days

    I mean when you drink booze

    You want the alcohol

    You want the buzz

    You need the booze

    And you want it now

    And frankly fake booze

    Just does not do it for me

    So please no fake beer

    No mocktails

    No fake wine for me

    As the song puts it

    One scotch, one bourbon

    And one beer

    So, either give me the real deal

    Or give me a cup of tea

    Or coffee or water or juice

    Or whatever

    But don’t serve me fake booze

    fake fish

    fish market

    Every where in the world

    When you eat fish

    In a restaurant

    The restaurant owners

    Claim it is salmon or tuna

    Or other delicious fish

    But the sad reality

    60 percent of the time

    You are eating fake fish

    The fish may be fish

    Or may not be fish

    But if it is indeed fish

    It is probably tilapia

    Or some other cheap

    Bottom feeding scumbag fish

    Filled with toxins

    And possibly tape worms

    And other parasites

    And as you eat your delicious fish

    You are eating the fake fish

    And helping the fish industry

    Continue this con game

    But there is nothing you can do

    Except for catching your own fish

    And preparing it yourself

    So, when you eat fish

    Pretend if you must

    That you eating salmon or tuna

    While you eat your tilapia

    And pay the salmon/tuna premium price

    fake vegan meat

    When I go to a vegetarian restaurant

    I often encounter fake meat

    Often called mock meat

    Made out of soy beans, and other things

    And I wonder

    Why bother with the façade

    I mean if you are a vegan

    Be a vegan

    Don’t eat or make fake meat

    You don’t need it

    You really don’t like it

    And it is somehow

    just wrong to me

    So please no more fake meat

    No more tofu turkey for me

    Either give me my meat

    Or give me my vegan delight

     

    Fake coffee

    I used to be a big coffee drinker

    Had to have my four or five cups

    Of real fresh brewed coffee

    Not for me the weak instant coffee

    Of decafe coffee or herbal fake coffee

    But over time coffee caught up to me

    And now I can not handle the real deal

    And I am forced to drink decafe coffee

    Which is a kind of fake coffee to me

    Or herbal coffee

    Which is entirely fake

    Designed to taste like the real thing

    But without that caffeine kick

    That true coffee drinkers crave

    Since we are all caffeine addicts at heart

    Just need that rush to get going

    And keep going

    And the fake coffee

    Just does not do the trick

    And so, I am doomed

    To drink decafe coffee

    And fake coffee

    Missing my real cup of coffee

    Until the I enjoy the last drop

    Fake Food

    fast food

    in this world of fake things

    Nothing is more fake

    Than the food we eat

    Most of the fake food crap we eat

    Is nothing but chemicals

    And flavorings

    Added to a small amount

    Of real food

    All packaged and sold

    And marketed

    Scientifically designed to taste good

    So we eat the poisoned food

    And get sicker and sicker

    While the food industry giants

    Make obscene profits

    Selling us poison

    fake smiles

    photo of fake people laughing
    fake people laughing

    The old soul classic

    Smiling faces got it right

    “Smiling faces sometimes

    Pretend to be your friend

    Smiling faces show no traces

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

    Smiling faces, smiling faces, sometimes

    They don’t tell the truth

    Smiling faces, smiling faces tell lies and I got proof

    Oh, oh, yeah

    Let me tell you

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

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

    So, hear me when I’m saying

    Smiling faces, smiling faces, sometimes, yeah

    They don’t tell the truth

    Smiling faces, smiling faces tell lies and I got proof

    (Beware) beware of the handshake

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

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

    It just might hold you back

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

    I…”

    Boy did the singer get it right

    In this world of fake things

    Where the market rules us all

    The art of the fake smile

    Has been perfected

    They say that many people

    Have mastered the art of the fake smile

    Where you smile

    and pretend to like someone

    your victim

    does not suspect

    that the smile

    is because you are thinking

    of stabbing them in the back

    oh yes in a world of fake people

    beware, beware of smiling faces

    fake friends

    In this world of fake things

    Where nothing is real

    Nothing is authentic

    And the market rules us all

    There is no room

    For real friendship

    We are all using each other

    To get ahead

    So we pretend to be friends

    All the time

    Plotting against our so called friends

    To get ahead

    The market rewards the most vicious

    Sociopathic values rule the market

    Friendship is for wimps

    And losers

    Those winners end up

    Alone all alone

    For they have no real friends

    But boy do they have real enemies

    For in this fake world of ours

    Perhaps hate is the one real emotion

    That has survived

    fake relationships

    In this modern world

    Where everything seems fake

    There are few genuine relationships left

    Most relationships are market driven

    How can this person help me

    In my career or in life

    What can I get from them

    How can I use them for my advantage

    And what do they want in return

    And we are all nothing but personal brands

    Competing all the time for the next gig job

    And  romance

    Has been reduced  to sexual lust

    And nothing more

    And few people want babies

    Any more

    Babies are expensive

    And limit your ability

    To compete for your next bed partner

    And being real, telling people what we really think

    Is usually a CLM – career limiting move so to speak

    So, everyone hides their true feelings

    And are resigned to living this fake life

    In a world filled with fake people

    I wonder if there are any real people left

    fake Jake

    Many years ago

    I proclaimed to the world

    I was Jake

    And I was not a fake

    But I was the real deal

    But over the years

    I too have become fake

    And yes Jake

    Is also nothing but a fake

    Fake  Souls

    In this hyper materialist era

    We find ourselves in

    Is there such a thing as a true soul?

    Or have we all become

    Nothing but fake souls

    The rights to our souls

    Long ago sold

    To the evil masters of the universe

    The secret programmers

    Of this cosmic video game

    We all live in

    And our dear leader

    Donald Trump

    Has a fake soul

    As he acts like he is robot

    Trying to fake real human emotions

    And usually failing miserably

    Fake Calls

    Every day I get woken up

    As the sun comes up

    By my phone ringing

    With a fake call

    It seems that the only people

    Who ever bother to call me

    Are the fake call people

    Who all call me

    With fake sincerity

    Offering me a great deal

    On this and that scam

    I curse at them

    Yell at them

    Mutter obscenities in foreign tongues

    And block their calls

    Yet it does not seem to matter

    The next call will be

    Yet another fake call

    Am I doomed to receive

    Fake calls until I day I die

    I turn on my computer

    And read my fake news accounts

    And watch TV for the latest fake news

    And the politicians lying

    And the criminals scheming

    To take my money

    The Zappa song comes to mind

    You will obey me while I lead you

    And eat the garbage that I feed you

    Until the day that we don’t need you

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

    Your mind is totally controlled

    It has been stuffed into my mold

    And you will do as you are told

    Until the rights to you are sold

    That’s right, folks . . .

    Don’t touch that dial

    And I scream to the universe Just leave me alone

    Then the phone rings…..

    Walls Divide Us

    Walls

    Trump wants a wall

    Between America and Mexico

    A wall against the southern hordes

    A wall based on fear and hate

    A wall to make America safe

    A wall to make America great again

    And yet I wonder

    Will his wall fall

    Like the Berlin wall

    And the great wall

    And all the other walls

    They all failed

    All of them

    Walls divide us

    Walls make us

    Into different tribes

    Between the pure

    And the impure

    St Reagan

    Said Tear Down this Wall

    Will future Presidents

    Tear down this begotten wall

    Or will it become a tourist attraction

    Another great wall

    Against barbarian hordes

    sandwich choices

     

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    Choices

    There are so many choices to be had

    When ordering a sandwich

    What kind of bread

    What kind of meat or any meat

    What kind of cheese or any cheese

    Whether to have sprouts or not

    Whether to have a pickle or not

    Whether to go with a classic peanut butter

    And something sandwich

    I loved peanut butter sandwiches

    As a kid

    Peanut butter and sweat pickles were my favorite

    Peanut butter and banana is good also

    Peanut butter and strawberry jam

    What a delightful memory

    My current favorite

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

    Heirloom red tomatoes one slice per each half

    Avocado one half per each half

    One half pickle on each half

    Bacon cooked just right – well done but not black

    Sprouts and lettuce just right

    Timamook Yellow smoked cheder cheese

    On each half

    On Gluten Free bread

    with chipotle mayo

    And Dijon mustard

    Cut in half

    Truly a sandwich made in heaven

    And bacon makes everything

    Taste so damn nice

    And God if you are reading this poem

    You had better prepare them for me

    Or Heaven will not be worth it

    Does Satan serve BLT sandwiches

    I wonder

    Probably not

    Probably you become the bacon

    In his hell sandwiches

    published in Duane’s Poetree

    looking out my window

    Looking Out My Window

    In Incheon

    What did I see

    The neighboring apartment buildings

    Obscured by the April rains

    And yellow dust of early Spring

    And in the distant the mountains

    Aflame with spring colors

    Beckoning me outdoors

    Looking out my window

    In Oregon

    What did I see

    Green trees

    Silently watching me

    And the cats gamboling along

    Looking at me

    While I look at them

    Each wondering what sort of weird creatures

    The other is

    And who is the real alien species?

    In Washington DC

    Looking out my window

    What did I see

    I saw the squirrels in the trees

    And the peaceful trees

    Of Capitol Hill

    Near the seat of power

    Yet somehow

    I felt It all far away

    In Suburban Virginia

    Looking out the window

    What did I see

    I often looked out my window

    At the trees and the jungle

    In my back yard

    And heard the distant roar

    Of traffic on the busy suburban street

    As people rushed to get to the freeway

    In the early morning hours

    In Madrid Spain

    Looking out the window

    What did I see

    I looked out at our Spanish neighborhood

    Seeing the beautiful Madrid ladies

    Walking down the street

    Secretly admiring them from afar

    In Barbados

    Looking out the window

    What did I see

    The monkeys in the trees

    Looking at me

    Contemplating raiding my garden

    As soon as I went away

    In Seoul

    Looking out my window

    What did I see

    The neighborhood

    Alive outside my window

    For so many years

    In Seattle

    Looking out my window

    What did I see

    I saw the ever changing green

    Sea of trees

    that is Seattle’s true color

    The city is so lush and green

    And alive with life’s endless possibilities

    In Stockton

    Looking out the window

    What did I see

    The traffic moving

    Through the dense fog

    That often fell upon the city

    Obscuring everything in its embrace

    And growing up in Berkeley

    Looking out my window

    I saw nothing

    +But the dirt and trees

    And shrubs

    Of my ancestral home

    And felt nothing

    But loneliness

    And a desire

    To leave my home

    As soon as I grew up

    That is what I see

    When I look out my window

    Even to this day

    I see where I have been

    And wonder where I am going

    As I stare out the window

    Knowing that my life

    Will surely come to an end

    As I stare out at the world

    Waiting waiting waiting

    For my fate to unfold

    Watching three cats

     

    Watching three cats

    gamboling along

    Looking at me

    While I look at them

    Each wondering what sort of weird creatures

    The other is

    And who is the real alien species?

    three cats ready to go

    three cats

    at play

    they look out at the world

    and they are ready

    they are born hunters

    they are hungry

    they are restless

    and they want

    to escape

    from the house

    to chase birds

    squirrels

    and other cats

    That’s the cat’s life after all

    they tolerate us humans

    only because we feed them

    But at heart

    they are wild things

    and wild things

    need to be free

    Looking Out My Window at the Cat

    I look out my window

    On the parking lot

    And see the mad cat

    That lives underneath the apartment house

    And look out at the park

    Thinking of taking a walk

    The cat looks at me

    Kindred spirits perhaps

    Retired waiting to die

    Watching Cats Hunt

    Early morning

    Watching two white cats

    Hunting a white dove

    The cats hunt in pairs

    Tracking the bird

    The bird flies away

    Safe for now

    And I think about the cats

    And the hunt goes on

    Such is life

    And the fate of cats

    And birds

     

    I Often Wonder About Cats

     

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    I often wonder about Cats

    What do they think of us

    It seems at time

    That cats think of humans

    As their slaves

    We exist to feed them

    To comfort them

    To save them from their enemies

    And to worship them

    Yes cats are an alien species

    Totally different from humanity

    Detached, and almost evil

    If we ever encounter an alien civilization

    God help us if it’s a cat based civilization

    We would then be engaged

    In the epic mother of all wars

    As cats and humans would not get along

    The cats would think we were their slaves

    And we would resent and fear them

    And secretly worship their alien ways

    Cat Fight in Incheon

     

    Watching two cats

    Fighting alongside the sidewalk

    In suburban Incheon New Airport Town

    Completely indifferent

    To the humans walking around them

    And the humans were indifferent to the cats

    As they stood there fighting

    And screeching at each other

    One orange one

    One half black half white one

    Both middle age in cat years

    As I sat there watching the cats

    really getting into it

    I wondered what they were arguing about?

    But since I don’t speak cat

    I really didn’t know

    All I know is they were really screeching at each other

    And almost look like they were about to attack each other

    But one cat backed down

    As the other cat stood their proverbial ground

    If they were humans one would have pulled out a knife

    Or a gun

    And someone would have been killed

    But being mere cats

    They stared at each other

    And walked away

    but they kept glancing at each other

    So I knew the fight as not over

    Merely postponed until a later hour

    Cats truly are the aliens

    Who live among us humans

    Or perhaps we are the aliens

    Who live among the cats?

    Cat thought

    Watching the black cat

    Who lives underneath the building

    Slinking about

    looking for something to kill

    I am reminded once again the cats

    are not our friends

    as I stare at him

    an alien invader

    From another planet

    hangover reflections

    Hang Over Reflections

     

     

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    soju

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

    well this morning I woke up with a hangover

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

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

    The cure  consists of

    Lots of coffee

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

    Hangjanggu soup

    A walk

    Spending some time In the sauna soaking and sweating it out

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

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

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

    Hangover reflections

    Hangover Gods Punishment For drinker

    A hangover is god’s punishment for drinkers

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

    God’s punishment is severe for the sin of overdrinking

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

    Very much need of a cure today

    Every day one has too much to drink

    resolve to quit drinking fill one’s head

    microsoft found poems

    Telco one

    not until 5:00 PM

    had objected

    lack of will

    come back

    and go to some of actor dinner

    will fix the car tomorrow

    and work on my appeal

    might work

    and the appeal

    denied me

    to get on the other headphones

    when we go to the own charm

    on Thursday

    will build

    and Costco tomorrow

    dictation is working

    but still funky

    but it will when it finally works

    watch and at the showboat

    Mr. Sunshine

    before taking all along

    that low energy

    back to two long flight

    stop dictation

    of up to the line

    microsoft dictation found poem four

    Green tree

    is in the Kingstown Property

    in Alexandria

    with her mother

    and are tended to Jeff

    my mother in the wall

    is berating jobs for some reason

    to handle

    and tell my mother to calm down

    as Jeff has a temper problem

    job is getting very angry

    Juppe pulls out a gun

    and serves the shooting of my mother

    the mall and should serve five or six times

    in the head

    my wife forays into a closet

    and Hans hoping that jobs

    will not find her

    and she wonders

    what would happen know

    that her mother

    in all my mother’s death

    and the she wonders

    what will happen

    because im not there

    at the time

    and she fears Jeff

    shooting in the wall

    and that is the end

    of the current in that age

    microsoft dictation poem three

    Inspection report

    meeting went well

    met with him

    only at age six

    G P silver in the damage

    is shown her

    the news from the rear

    and as well as shown

    for the termite damage.

    In the termite

    go we had been a UGS

    the basic questions of morality

    and using this statement

    denying them the answer

    most questions

    afterwards

    we went outside

    to take a picture

    although the front porch

    into I noticed

    there was something

    very strange looking

    at the front porch

    the pedestal

    on the front porch

    were quoted

    so he headed

    from facing the street

    and in from the street

    station house

    the fed is still on

    riding his meaning

    to the eye

    and that has left his leading

    to the left

    we noticed

    there were cracks

    in the forge:

    long the foliage

    including the crack

    on in the front door

    we also know

    is that the doors

    are at opening

    in the awkward men

    we also noticed

    a big crowd

    on the right side of the house

    on in the mist

    airways to the right baseline

    we took a look

    at the the souls in 141571413 1415

    that this is an old event in 1413

    left as to his meeting

    in Ford’s 111415

    in the right one

    is even for now

    we suspect that uses serious settlement issue

    in that the house is cracking

    on the house

    in the house

    is trying to balance

    its closing the porch

    this is just

    what left

    in the says

    this is a serious issue

    we are sending information

    to a lawyer

    asked his advice

    before we can’t turn our

    insurance for content and

    Rescinded the new

    we will go to the court

    has to figure out the procedures

    for the deal

    against the key man

    this evening

    I hope to do some writing

    style dictation

    microsoft found poetry poem two

    The painting went very well

    it looks much better

    it was a very hot day

    will vote by

    Microsoft trials dictation from:

    and submitted it to two journals

    and micro soft

    don’t expect a response from mike

    were shocked but had fun writing it

    will keep track of market conditions

    for a second from over tonight

    we’ll work on my problem

    for the interview

    and take a walk to trader joe’s

    two are home to worry:

    Aaron will start working on

    OK at the base of king too

    fast and the bees

    nonsense continue nonsense

    Iraqis problem number one

    priority right now but

    Things to do

    123

    OK now I get your attention

    I wanna go too sole

    and Endgo

    some and then being term

    and then USA

    and then Washington, DC

    and then Baltimore

    and then I wanna

    will be with the idea being done

    on the stand

    will be OK enough tomorrow

    I need to go to the house and 88 AM 988

    just 8:00 AM.

    The I am having a meeting with an array

    annually and aHer

    a OK on we’re going to talk

    to a jester of two

    come up with solutions

    we need to two fans

    and players

    repaid the painting repairs

    we are paying the bill

    from both the house we’ve passed,

    my treatment

    we had the somewhat tainted drywall fixed

    we have a new tenant

    rules being new tenant

    is a very good

    10

    I think

    are we were making

    very much you need to do better

    to stop of studies

    now me as Sarah

    Mr. Allen not an island

    is an error

    that have a need

    for an offense of offering Maisie’s

    backing separate

    from the public

    often salad

    End of the night

    of the committee

    of the ways

    to hire the answer you

    get a better

    microsoft dictation poem part two

    microsoft dictation poem part two

    When to the house

    and your lunch

    had a good lunch

    when the two D. Meyer

    we are only eight at the red cross

    to the I had a BLT

    center with each 10 home

    to ensure came home

    at 230 and we walked

    back to the house

    did was a very hot air

    to move the best way

    to beat the fencing guy

    Go to End

    can show them the fencing edition

    about $4000 or so

    came home to a

    Her and then run back home

    Had celebrated for dinner

    and wash two episodes of a series of unfortunate events

    than started reading The two men

    To the house

    and the DM 2 me

    the pay

    for its then

    Go to End

    go to the paint shop

    to buy more pain

    noses were very first

    Go to End

    had too old

    to be in this meet pizza.

    Go to End

    Went out at 8 am

    to the house to meet

    had too old to be in this meet pizza

    have peace of for dinner

    go to Sly and the Family Stone Yes No?

    Play Summer Time in the City Yes

    the painters

    then walked to the Paint Shop

    the in the top of the state intends

    the the the the the the the

    Pizza

    Dinner salad

    Say number okay   4444

    6666

    2222

    End Document

    Save Changes Journal Yes No

    Can’t complete last command

    Undo command

    Can’t save

    Came back from the upper

    the painting works great

    progress

    is how so

    in a very hot as hell

    bent tonight

    will go to trade for Jones

    for home to home

    Number of records by second baseman from voting

    and an batteries for remote control

    shown

    or just for a number of town hall

    microsoft found poem one

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

    Her and they moved to

    a the final inspection went well

    with E wall

    back to the apartment

    and brown

    we had left the keys

    are in the car

    but fortunately

    we ran two

    are rules that TV does not

    ruin were bought

    baby by Jews

    they’ll be able to see you

    and your evening

    we win

    two Home Depot and Costco

    and then who can free pizza

    for dinner we want to eastern market

    and shot the movie

    dress report to the berber

    back home

    and went to bed

    about the nine

    the dictation is working up

    from 50% of the time

    cue-card will keep

    the hope that the difference

    in win over to

    in the meantime

    I will keep brokerage

    and user to ride

    bay from all working

    you in this

    is Trevor Rowe junior middle school?

    Microsoft did tuition

    continues two 50%

    of the time

    one the visual dictation data

    his sometimes schuler’s

    shall I am sure

    even when you shoot a film,

    today we’ll meet with Perot’s

    to turn over the key

    and then paid the porch

    and weather permits

    and then maybe have dinner

    with more drivers

    wore see the movie

    Mama Mia

    should be a good

    if I have time

    High-level

    also do some solutions all

    Still having problems with my group

    saw fit to Asia

    still very strange

    each results

    it’s well as run

    the south: today in that age

    bus ride across America

     

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    the Bus – Travels Through America’s Underbelly

    I am a bus rider

    That makes me unusual

    For a white male

    From an upper middle class family

    Our people are not bus riders

    Though some are subway riders

    Bus riders are other people

    The poor, minorities, immigrants

    People who don’t drive

    Because they are blind

    Or have a DUI

    And in my case

    I don’t drive

    Because I have bad vision

    And bad coordination

    Just never got the hang

    Of the whole driving thing

    Fortunately for me

    My wife does the driving

    But I still take the bus

    From time to time

    I rode the AC buses in Berkeley

    As a child

    Line 67, line 51, line 43 F bus

    Rode them long before BART came along

    And afterwards as well

    As an adult seldom rode the bus

    But when I did so

    I was always impressed

    By the sheer diversity

    Of the bus riding property

    Hundreds of languages

    All sorts of sexual orientation

    Some were white

    Most were not

    Most of my fellow passengers

    Were nice enough

    Some were friendly

    And some were lost

    In their own thoughts

    And a few

    Were scary looking dudes

    With the look

    Of someone who had done time

    And were capable of more violence

    I also rode the bus

    In Seattle as a graduate student

    A lot of fellow UW students

    And the usual immigrants

    Minorities etc

    And some white people

    Commuting

    And in DC

    Over the years

    I rode a lot of buses

    Mostly to and from the metro

    But I got to know

    And love the DC buses as well

    I also took the greyhound bus

    Across the country

    Several times over the years

    All over the U.S.

    From Bay Area to Stockton

    From Bay Area to Clear Lake

    From Bay area to NYC

    NYC to DC

    All over the USA

    Taking the Greyhound

    Was always an an adventure

    Met a lot of interesting people

    As people on long distant bus rides

    Tend to open up and talk

    To pass the time away

    Overseas I took the bus

    All over

    In India, in Barbados

    In Spain and in Korea

    The Korean buses

    For many years

    Were difficult for foreign visitors

    As the signs were all in Korean

    Most have signs

    Now in English, Chinese and Korean

    And are much more foreigner friendly

    Riding the bus

    In America

    Allows one access

    To the underbelly of American society

    The poor, the marginalized

    The immigrant communities

    That many middle-class white people

    Just never see

    And for that reason

    I am glad

    That I am a bus rider

    Hitch hiking Tales

    April 30 In Search of America 1975 – Hitch hiking Tales

    When I was young and foolish

    Broke and stubborn

    I hitchhiked across the USA

    Started in Salt Lake City

    Where my greyhound bus pass

    Was stolen

    The station manager

    Could have helped me

    But refused to do so

    Threaten to call the cops

    When I grabbed my bags Without the stolen tags

    I said

    Go ahead

    But I am so out of here

    Wondered about Salt Lake City

    Went to a bar

    Found I had to buy my booze

    Next door

    And they would mix it for me

    Had to order food too

    After a bloody Mary

    And a burger

    I walked about town

    Saw the Mormon Temple

    Finally about 3 pm

    It was time to hit the road

    Did not look back

    Ended up in Cody Wyoming

    Got a room shower

    Steak beer

    Using my rapidly depleted cash Spent 25 dollars

    Money really went far

    Back in those days

    A band of professional

    Communist agitators

    Gave me a ride

    To Des Moines

    Lots of weed, booze

    And politics later

    Got off the road

    Slept outside

    Next day

    A beautiful woman

    Drove me to near Chicago

    In a red mustang

    Might have been

    The girl in the song

    Took it easy

    Digging her vibe

    She invited home

    But was not sure

    If her estranged husband

    Would welcome me

    So, I am being foolish

    And inexperienced with women

    Did not go to her place

    And always regretted

    That I had lost

    My chance that day

    Then on to Chicago

    Several rides later

    Visited friends

    Hit the road again

    A series of uneventful rides

    With truckers

    And others

    And a week later

    I ended in New York City

    Slept along the way

    In cars

    In truck stops

    In high way rest stops

    Always moving

    Always going

    None stop talking

    And lots of free weed

    And beer

    And conversation

    One more memorable ride

    Occurred outside Albany

    On my return to Chicago

    A middle age creepy looking man

    Picked me up

    In a brand-new Cadillac

    He was he said a dynamite deliverer

    For the Mafia

    Went to various places

    To blow up shit

    He hated a lot of people

    Particularly hippies from California

    And Jewish people

    Looking at me to confirm

    That I was both

    I told him that I lived in New York

    And had never been to California

    And although I might have looked Jewish

    As I what was called back in the day

    A “Jewfro”

    I was not Jewish

    Many years later I discovered

    That I am indeed part Jewish

    But then I did not know

    And I felt a bit of strategic information

    Might keep me alive

    Then I realized that he was just jiving with me

    And we relaxed

    And he pulled out some weed

    And beer

    And we mellowed out

    But I believe that he really was with the mob

    Perhaps not a dynamite dealer

    A real made Italian made mafia member

    By Chicago

    I had enough

    I called my Dad

    Told him what had happened

    Wanted a ticket home

    And he sent me a ticket

    And 500 dollars

    And I went home

    I told him I would tell him

    My tales some day

    But never did

    I learned so much

    About my fellow Americans

    And the strange vibe

    That was 1975

    And now it is too late

    But I wanted to finally

    Tell the world

    Of my hitchhiking tales

    In search of America 1975

     

    snarling cup of coffee

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

    I pound down the coffee

    First thing I do every day as the dawning sun

    Lights up my lonesome room

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

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

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

    As I pound down that first cup of coffee

    And fire up my synaptic nerve endings with endless supplies

    Of caffeine induced neuron enhancing chemicals

    I face the dawning day with trepidation and mind-numbing fear

    I turn on the TV and watch the smarmy newscasters in their perfect hair

    Lying through their teeth about the great success the government is having Following the great leader’s latest pronouncements

    I want to scream and shoot the TV and run out side Shouting   “Stop the world.

    I want to get off this fucking crazy planet”

    The earth does not care a whit about my attitude

    It merely shrugs and moves around the Sun

    In its appointed daily run

    And I sit down

    The madness dissipating a bit

    And enjoy my second cup

    Of heaven and hell

    In my morning cup of Joe

    Life In Between

    Life In-between

    For years I have lived

    In-between two worlds

    Korea

    where my wife’s family comes from

    And the Bay area

    Where I grew up

    and the laidback progressive

    wild west coast

    and the cutthroat

    Dour eastern establishment

    Washington DC

    Where I worked for 27 Years

    And I live between

    My official duties

    And my desire

    To be a wild-eyed poet

    And life in-between

    Means you belong nowhere

    Yet are everywhere

    Always disoriented

    Always half lost

    Never really feeling you belong

    That is life

    Living in-between

    the light will prevail

    April 24,

    The Light Will Prevail

    Mrs. Which says

    This much we know for sure

    Despite the lateness of the hour

    And the growing power of the Dark Thing

    In the end, lightness will prevail

    Defeating the dark one

    Samonka for Angela

    I have dreamt of you

    For almost seven long years

    And now you are here

    What can I do about this

    The only thing to do love you

    You are all I want

    All that I need in this life

    Thank to all the gods

    For bringing you into my life

    From now to the end of time

    this poem was published in Teferet journal’s 2018 Poem-a-Thon.  Please see their webpage or Facebook page for all the great poetry.  Also, check out my poetry blog, Https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com for these and other poems.  Thanks, Jake

    62 Years Young

    I am 62 years young

    62 years around the sun

    37 of those years

    I have spent with the love of my life —

    dream girl

     

     

     

    I married the girl of my Dreams

    first dreamt of her back in 1974

    Eight years later

    she walked off a bus

    and into my life

    April 27 the darkness grows

     

    The Darkness grows

    On distant Comazotz planet

    The red eye one smiles

    It is satisfied

    The black thing is spreading

    All the way to earth

    this poem was published in Tiferet journal’s 2018 Poem-a-Thon.  Please see their webpage or Facebook page for all the great poetry.  Also, check out my poetry blog, Https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com for these and other poems.  Thanks, Jake

    It is God’s will they say

     

    It is God’s will they say

    It is God’s will they say

    The neo-fascists and their ilk

    It is the white man’s burden

    To rule the unruly masses

    To this I say

    Never again

    Will we let them

    Take over the world

    And lead us back to the dark dangerous days

    Of the Holocaust

    Or the 19th-century colonial era

    Never again

    Never again

    Until hell freezes over

    And the world ends

    Angela Lee

    Angela (Acrostic poem published in Whispers)

    Angela is my life

    No better friend in the universe

    Greatest Love of all

    Every Day I thank God

    Love of my life

    Angela My Soul Mate

    Love of my long life

    Everything I ever desires

    Everything I ever needed

    American Life and Death

    As American struggles

    To cope with the ever declining standard of living

    The 1 percent loved the stock market

    Love the dismantling of  the regulatory state

    The corporate tax cuts

    and the coming plunder of the land

    Can Disney Yellowstone be the future?

    As America declines

    Back to the future

    April 2 Heading Back to the Past

    While the rest of the world

    Embraces the energy of the future

    Our great denier of the truth

    Wants to boldly take America back

    To the 19th century era of oil, and coal

    Yet perhaps it does not matter in the end

    As long as we have one another

    We will overcome

    The darkness will flee the land

    April 2 When Will this Darkness End

    As the darkness settles down on the land

    All are consumed with evil

    Foul deeds and endless darkness

    I wonder if it will ever go away

    Yes I wonder if our great nightmare will ever end

    Are we doomed to live out the decline of America?

    This is what I pray for 2018

    The end of the darkness

    that consumes our land

    haiku for angela

    Every day I wake up

    To the love of my long life

    And say Thanks to God

    thank god for angela poem

    Thank God For Angela

    Every day I wake up

    And see you there

    I thank God

    That he had the wisdom

    To send you to me

    To save me

    By bringing you into my life

    You are the sunshine

    That lights up the day

    You are reason

    I get up in the morning

    And you are reason

    I exist

    Without you I am nothing

    But dust blowing in the wind

    Waiting until death

    Takes me down

    siren song of doom

    The quiet dying swan song

    Arose out of the dismal swamp

    Through the fog shrouded woodlands of Zara

    Over the sweltering desserts of black tar

    Heading rapidly nowhere at all

    The quite sweat song of her mellifluous voice

    Echoing through the canyons of my fear

    Drawing me nearer and nearer

    I cannot resist the siren’s haunting melody

    Drawing me nearer and nearer to my doom

    My old friend self-fear cries out

    Time to escape while I can

    Yet I cannot resist

    I cannot escape

    All I can do is listen

    To the haunting enigmatic voices

    Of the siren’s sweat and sour music

    Blasting away my selfish fear

    Naked, alone I stand

    Proud in homage

    To my own gods

    Back in the swamp

    Wandering forever

    Until it seems I met you, yet again

    market rules us all

    The market rules all

    We are nothing but products

    The rights to us

    Have long been sold

    Bow down and worship

    The all mighty market

    Everything we do

    Everything we see

    Everything we are

    Nothing but our personal brand

    Nothing human left over

    Nothing authentic left over

    Nothing but lies

    Fake news

    nonsense

    The world does not care one whit

    About you and me

    As people

    It is all about the profits that can be made

    By exploiting our labor

    And once we are used up

    We become a liability

    And a burden

    If you have not made it to the top

    By age 55

    You are a loser

    And should be retired

    Forced to live out your life

    On your miserable pension

    As you wait to die

    No longer useful

    To the Masters of the Universe

    And true love

    Nothing but an illusion

    It is all about the sex, baby

    And how getting your baby

    Ahead at all costs

    Who cares about love

    It is all nothing

    But a second-hand emotion

    As the song puts it

    Love is nothing but a sexual commodity

    And we are all nothing but interchangeable

    Commodities in the marriage and love market

    And porno values rule the bedroom

    As we are nothing more than used body parts

    Who cares about friendship

    It is all about how they can use you

    And you can use them

    To get ahead

    True Love and genuine connections

    Cannot survive

    In this toxic soup

    Of the modern materialist world

    God and spirituality

    Nothing but a scam

    As our so call Christian Leaders

    Proclaim their love for you

    All they love is your donations

    And they too are part of the market

    Jesus if he ever comes back

    Will no doubt

    Be used to sell more goods

    As the right to Jesus

    Has also been sold

    love conquers hate

    They say that love conquers hate

    And that good always win in the end

    But sometimes I wonder about hate

    I always thought that my love

    For my wife would last forever

    Since I first met my love

    Love at first sight

    As the girl I was dreaming of for eight years

    Flew into my life with such brilliant light

    Our love burning as bright as a million stars

    Consuming us both in its brilliant flame

    As if our love were made of cosmic flames

    transplanted from the farthest stars

    But true love sometimes turns to true hate

    And what was wonderful on that first date

    becomes despicable over time

    What was once cute on that first date

    becomes disgusting as she become our mate

    What was once love at first sight

    Turns to darkness and resentment

    And then full-blown hatred

    And nothing but the darkest night

    And the light of a million stars

    Is replaced by a darkling night

    That consumes one’s soul

    I look at my wife every dawning day

    And see that light is still burning bright

    And the momentary darkness

    And yes, potential hatred is kept at bay

    By the brilliant rays of light

    Hatred, resentments dispelled yet again

    By the brilliance of our love

    That the million suns of love

    Are burning yet again

    And I pray constantly

    To all Gods on our mark

    that our love continues constantly

    And that our love will conquer the dark

    the truth does not make sense

    One morning

    I got up

    Hungry

    For something

    I knew not what

    I made breakfast

    Drank some snarling coffee

    And turned on the news

    And what did I see

    Talking heads

    Sprouting lies

    Nonsense words

    Gibberish

    Nightmarish phrases

    Nothing makes sense

    Politicians

    Sporting forth

    Spinners spinning spin

    Huskers hustling their hustle

    Selling me a bunch of goods

    And I did not want to buy it

    I scream

    My soul was not for sale

    And I listened hard

    Looking for the truth

    Noting but lies

    Coming out of hideous beasts

    Barking words

    Noise some noises and lies

    Snarling disgusting lies

    I sit there

    Transfigured

    Hypnotized by the overwhelming

    Stench of the bull shit

    Coming out of the TV set

    I stood up

    Smashed the TV set

    With my boot

    Trying to set myself free

    From its hold on me

    Men in black suits

    Surround me

    Put me on black helicopters

    Taking me somewhere

    I scream to no avail

    No one listens to me

    Just more noise

    Coming out of the TV set

    And I go out

    Into the dark night

    I was told

    I was suffering

    From a disease

    I was insane

    I could not longer

    Understand

    What was being said

    To me

    I asked my tormentors

    What is the truth

    They laugh

    Smiled with evil grins

    On their bloated faces

    They begin to torture me

    Because they could

    Forcing me to watch

    The President speak

    Over and over again

    Again and again

    The same words

    Black is white

    White is black

    The President is always right

    Freedom is an illusion

    Lies make you free

    And it dawned on me

    And I laughed

    As I escaped the programming

    Of the universe

    And I was free

    Truth and lies

    Are the same

    Everything are nothing

    But dangerous delusions

    As I jump out of the window

    Into the night

    I vowed I would

    See the President

    In hell

    As I die

    I am free

    Good God almighty

    Free of their lies

    At last

    Trump Our Great Compassionate Leader

    Quote the Donald Trump

    Our Great compassionate Leader

    Our Dear Leader, our Great Leader

    “Its disgusting to watch”

    As an elderly man falls down

    In front of him hitting his head

    And bleeding all over the nice marble floor

    During a charity dinner event

    At Margo Largo back in 2008

    And our compassionate leader’s first reaction

    Is to turn away not wanting to get the blood

    On his tuxedo or dirty his shoes

    Quote the Donald,

    “It is disgusting – The guy was bleeding

    all over the nice marble floor,

    I couldn’t, you know,

    he was right in front of me

    and I turned away.

    I didn’t want to touch him… he’s bleeding all over the place,

    I felt terrible. You know, beautiful marble floor,

    didn’t look like it. It changed color.

    Became very red.

    And you have this poor guy, 80 years old,

    laying on the floor unconscious,

    and all the rich people are turning away.

    ‘Oh my God! This is terrible!

    This is disgusting!’

    and you know, they’re turning away.

    Nobody wants to help the guy.

    His wife is screaming–

    she’s sitting right next to him,

    and she’s screaming.”

    And Donald the compassionate one

    Donald Trump the savior of humanity

    The greatest most compassionate person

    In the country

    Could not bother to lift a finger

    To help this elderly man

    Who could have died

    An old man who happened to fall down

    And possibly die ruining his great event

    Quote the Donald

    “I forgot to call the family

    That is not his thing at all”

    And still I wonder

    How such a disgusting excuse

    For a human being became

    The leader of the greatest nation

    On earth

    And what it means for the future

    Is it proof that we are doomed

    That America is in the final stage

    Of terminal decline

    Or will Americans wake up

    And force Donald Trump

    The great leader

    The dear leader of our country

    Out the door

    And take out the garbage

    From the WH

    Time will tell

    Time will tell

    In any event

    To quote the Donald

    “It is disgusting. Just disgusting.”

    PREVIOUSLY PUBLISHED ON POETRY 24

    and Scarlet Leaf Review

    More Dental BLues

    I have the dentist blues

    I have them bad

    Have to go to the dentist

    For my twice yearly torture session

    In order to save my remaining teeth

    I must endure the never ending pain

    I have the dentist blues

    I have them bad

    I must have known over 100 dentists

    During my 61 years around the sun

    Some were good, some were great

    A few became friends

    A few became enemies

    All became richer

    From fixing my crooked no good

    very bad misbehaving evil teeth

    I have the dentist blues

    I have them bad

    All tortured me

    Saying it was for my own good

    To save my crooked wicked teeth

    My teeth are bad

    Wicked, misbehaving

    Rotten to the core

    And always have

    I have the dentist blues

    I have them bad

    I tried orthodontic braces

    As a child

    Gave it up as an adult

    Did everything except implants

    So many crowns

    So many root canals

    So many pulled teeth

    And partial dentures to boot

    So much dental work

    My teeth are gold plated

    Monuments to the dental artistry

    I have the dentist blues

    I have them bad

    A few dentists were exceptionally good

    A few exceptionally bad

    A few were crooks by and by

    I have the dentist blues

    I have them bad

    My current dentist is good

    He keeps the chit chat down

    Does not lecture me on his political views

    Imagine having a dentist praise GW Bush

    Or Trump taking your forced silence

    As acceptance of his right wing views

    Imagine a dentist talking endlessly

    About her children’s latest escapade

    While drilling away

    Assuming you cared

    When all you wanted

    Was to end the torture

    I have the dentist blues

    I have them bad

    And imagine a sexy dentist

    Or hygienist working away

    As you think of her in bed

    And can’t get that thought

    Out of you head

    As they drill and poke

    I have the dentist blues

    I have them bad

    Yes I have a love-hate relationship

    With dentists

    Can’t stand them

    Can’t stand the pain

    But they save my teeth

    And save my smile

    And so I forgive them

    One and all

    I have the dentist blues

    I have them bad

    cosmic Dog from Goa

    My final time with God

    Happened a year latter

    I was staying down in Goa

    With my wife

    Enjoying being with her

    After our reconciliation

    We stayed at the Taj Mahal Goa

    Living like Kings and Queen

    Just for a few days

    High up on a hill

    Overlooking the beach

    Every morning I went down to the beach

    And did yoga by the water

    While contemplating life

    And every morning

    I saw the same dog

    Not just a dog

    But a cosmic dog

    Filled with the divine spark of God

    And the dog recognized me

    And spoke to me and I knew

    That God was present once more

    In the face of the that cosmic dog

    Kindred spirit

    perhaps to the cosmic cat

    that had save my soul

    in Berkeley so long ago

    I told the dog everything

    And he just looked at me

    With those soulful eyes of his

    And I knew he knew that I knew

    That he was possessed by God

    God had sent him to me

    To make sure that I was on the right path

    That the reconciliation that God had promoted

    Was on track that I was back with my wife

    And that everything was the way it should be

    Again I asked God whether he was Jesus or Allah

    Or Brahmin or Ganesh or Buddha

    God the cosmic dog just stared at me

    I finally asked him directly

    Say if you are God the God of Jesus

    Bark once

    The Dog looked at me and barked

    I said well if you are Allah bark twice

    The dog barked twice

    Well are you buddha then bark three times if yes

    The god dog barked three times

    Hmm well are you Satan

    The dog growled at me

    And I knew I had gone too far

    Finally I was at peace

    And for the next three days

    The God Dog was my constant companion

    And I knew God for the final time

    In my life

    Cosmic Cat from Berkeley

    I next encountered the divine

    Many years later in Berkeley, California

    I had gone home to be with my Mother

    While taking leave from my job

    in the Foreign Service

    I had two weeks there by myself

    My wife came later

    near the end of the trip

    Every morning I woke up

    Had my coffee, and breakfast

    Did yoga while listening to music

    And looking out at the garden

    Then spoke to my mother

    Who was sliding into dementia

    Day by day losing her reason

    Then I would go out

    And explore the city

    Go to a museum

    Go to one neighborhood

    And just be there

    Rediscovering the Bay area

    After years of being away

    Having dinner with old friends

    Seeing movies etc

    Every morning a black cat came to visit

    The cat was friendly and waited for me

    And then would join me in my morning rambles

    Following me to the bus stop

    I stated talking to the black cat

    He looked at me with the spark of divinity

    In his dark eyes

    I called him the cosmic cat

    He seemed to like that

    He would look at me

    And I opened up to me

    Told the cat all my dark secrets

    As I walked the streets

    Of the old neighborhood

    Every morning and every evening the cat

    Would be there to greet me

    And to carry out our endless conversation

    Then I had to leave

    And in our final conversation

    I asked the cosmic cat

    Say, Cat are you just a cat

    Or are you a demonic cat

    Are you possessed by God

    Or by Satan

    The cat looked at me

    And I realized that God

    Was indeed residing in the cat

    But that god was residing everywhere

    All I had to do was open my mind

    And the rest would follow

    So I said Good bye to the cosmic cat

    And he purred and came up to me

    And I felt the comforting presence

    Of the divine spirit of God

    As I said goodbye to the cosmic cat

    And said goodbye to my mother

    As this was the last time

    That we would be able to really talk

    I told my mother about the cosmic cat

    She smiled and said that the cat

    was there for me and her

    to comfort us both in our hour of need

    and that the cat was indeed

    a cosmic cat

    published in Scarlet Leaf Review November 2017

    Meeting God in the Lake

    In my 61 years around the sun

    I encountered God four times

    At least I thought it was God

    But could never be sure

    The first time I met God

    I had taken magic mushrooms

    And had gone to a lake

    And soon was tripping inside my head

    Lost in inner space

    Zoning out tuning in

    Dropping down the proverbial rabbit hole

    And then in the middle of my madness

    I felt oneness with the universe

    My body melted away

    And I joined the universe

    All boundaries dropped away

    And I knew that the universe

    Was alive and I was part of the Cosmos

    And the Cosmos was part of me

    And I wondered at that moment

    If I was face to face with God

    I asked God to reveal himself to me

    And nothing happened

    Just laughter as the whole universe

    Burst into laughter

    And the madness began to fade

    And I slowly came down from the high

    And became aware of myself

    And I was no longer one

    With the universe

    I felt profoundly moved by the experience

    Felt that I had achieved perhaps nirvana

    Or felt the presence of God

    The feeling faded over time

    And I resume my quest to find God

    But knew that I would never again

    Come so close to the divine essence

    Of the very Universe

    published in Scarlet Leaf Review November 2017

    Because of You I’m in a Seattle Kind of Mood

    Because of you, I’m in a Seattle kind of mood

    When I look out my window

    And see the rain drops gently falling all around

    And I feel that special Seattle kind of chill

    In my bones

    I think of you with a Seattle kind of mood

    In the morning

    Wherever I am in this crazy world if I see raindrops

    Gently falling all around

    Blue mood dissolves in the rain’s gentle mist

    And I cry out with all my heart

    Because of you

    I am in a Seattle kind of mood

    As I walk down the street

    In distant foreign lands

    Whether I am in Bangkok, Taipei, Tokyo or Seoul

    New York, Moscow, Rome or San Francisco

    Whether I am in India, China, Thailand or Europe

    Whenever I feel the rain’s gentle embrace

    I get into that Seattle kind of mood

    Seattle, a Seattle kind of mood

    Fresh Salmon sizzling over a hickory smoke fire

    Ivar’s clam chowder

    And Red Hook Ale Pike place market

    Bums in Pioneer square

    And angry hippies preaching in Red Square

    Yuppies drinking downtown

    Geeks in Redmond

    Making the world safe

    For the Microsoft King

    And the Mariners loose again

    While the Huskies dream of Rose Bowls too come

    And ever where rain falling down

    oh yeah

    A Seatt1e kind of mood

    Because of you

    I get into that Seattle kind of mood

    In the morning

    As I fight the horrendous traffic

    And breathe in deadly, killer air

    I cough, cough, and remember

    The green, green air of Seattle

    And because of you,

    I get into that Seattle kind of mood

    Seattle, Seattle, kind of mood

    The Huskies are number one in my heart

    While the Mariners are always last in the nation

    But what the hell

    I’m in a Seattle kind of mood

    I sit in the International District

    Eating Dim Sum and drinking Ballad bitter

    Watching the crowds dodge the ever present rain drops

    Seattle Kind of mood

    As I wake up each day in crazy foreign lands

    I hear the falling raindrops calling me home

    Oh why did you leave me they cry out

    In a Seattle sort of voice

    Whispering in the gently falling rain

    Seattle, Seattle kind of mood

    And so my Dear

    Wherever I roam in this wide planet of ours

    From here to entreaty

    And beyond

    All the way to the red plains of Mars

    Whenever I hear the gentle patter of raindrops

    I’ll get into that Seattle kind of mood

    And dream of spending eternity with you

    Watching the Seattle rain

    Gently falling on our bumbershoots

    As we walk down the beach hand in hand

    Digging the gooey ducks while drinking Rainier Ale

    All because of you

    I’ll always be in the Seattle kind of mood

    Spring time in Oregon

    Spring has finally sprung in Oregon

    Escaping from the longer winter prison

    That has covered the land with snow

    They say that this winter

    Was a colder than normal winter

    Wetter than normal

    As the long drought finally ended

    As nature resumed its normal spring thaw

    I rejoice

    Seeing all the signs of spring

    Especially the sight of young beautiful women

    Shedding their winter clothes

    And walking about in the spring sunshine

    So wonderfully alive

    So beautiful and sexy

    As they sashay about

    Here and there

    It makes me smile

    All day long

    Yes I love Spring time

    Everywhere in the world

    But especially in Oregon

    My new found second home

    August Moods

    spring dodoitsu

    Waking up seeing you there

    Watching you as you wake up

    Fills me with such sweat desire

    Overcoming my mind

    I sit watching you all day

    Thinking of you all day long

    Wild erotic imaginings

    Love making to come

    That old blues song comes to mind

    I just want to make love to you

    I just want to make love to you

    Nothing more than that that

    I end this morning with this thought

    You are still the most wonderful

    The most beautiful creature

    In the whole universe

    spring time on capitol hill

    Sitting on a bench

    In Lincoln Park

    Heart of Capitol Hill

    Beating heart of the Empire

    On a warm Spring Day

    Watching the Cherry trees

    Watching Me

    Wondering what thoughts

    They must have heard

    The things they have seen

    Over the years

    But they are quiet

    They do not say a word

    As I fall into my spring time dreams

    Sitting on that bench

    Seeing the children and dogs play

    Looking at Spring flowers

    And pretty women

    As they stroll by

    Hearing the sounds of the city

    As I dream of my past life

    Memories of places and people

    I said to myself

    What a wonderful life

    published in writers’s newsletter

    falling rain

    The falling rain

    Of late October

    Fills me with essential dread

    As I rush about

    And end up here

    Wherever here is

    The rain outside

    Seems like the tears of god

    As I sit

    Crying over my beer

    Thinking of lost love

    And failed dreams

    Wondering

    What went wrong?

    And what I can set right

    And the rain falls

    And the night darkens

    The rain is falling

    All over this man’s world

    And the rain falls

    And I sit

    Drinking my lonesome drink

    Lost in dreams

    Dreaming of what

    Could never be

    Thinking dark thoughts

    And so I sit

    And dream the night away

    hurricanes from hell

    As I watch the endless coverage of the storms from hell

    Harvey, Irma, Jose and so many others

    It seems almost end of the world like

    As I sit on the smoky west coast

    With fires burning everywhere

    Thinking of the massive storms from hell

    Bearing down on the East Coast

    And the burning of the West Coast

    As the storms head to Margo Largo

    Winter home of our dear leader

    Threatening destruction

    The thought comes to mind

    Perhaps there really is a God

    And he is angry at us

    For destroying his world

    And I realize that God

    Has been sending us a message

    The end of the world is coming

    And I despair

    Thinking that we have an idiot in charge

    Of the United States Government

    As we face the storms of the century

    And the ever-growing threats of global terrorism

    Nuclear armed North Korea

    And global chaos

    What does our dear leader say to comfort us

    In our hour of need

    Nothing but political nonsense

    How great he is doing

    And how on top of things he is

    As the storms batter the country

    And the fires consume the west

    I realize that the earth

    Does not give a whit

    About what I think

    The world spins and spins around the sun

    The climate continues to deteriorate

    And mankind might be facing its darkest hours

    But we have the Donald

    And he will lead us through

    To the other side

    And so, I pray to the Donald

    For deliverance from the storms

    the fires burning everywhere

    the threat of nuclear war

    the end of the world

    fires burning Bright

    I look out my window in Medford Oregon

    at the unnaturally dark smoke-filled skies

    Seems almost like the end of the world

    Out here in the smoke-filled skies

    Of the west

    And realize that that the entire west coast

    Is burning up

    Quote the Donald,. “Give me clean, beautiful and healthy air – not the same old climate change (global warming) bullshit! I am tired of hearing this nonsense.”

    I consult the Donald for further wisdom and advice

    and find that this is what he had to say

    . “Well, I think the climate change is just a very, very expensive form of tax. A lot of people are making a lot of money. I know much about climate change. I’d be—received environmental awards. And I often joke that this is done for the benefit of China. Obviously, I joke. But this is done for the benefit of China, because China does not do anything to help climate change. They burn everything you could burn; they couldn’t care less. They have very—you know, their standards are nothing. But they—in the meantime, they can undercut us on price. So, it’s very hard on our business.”

    Ah it all makes sense

    Climate change is a Chinese hoax

    So, they can destroy the US economy

    Thanks to our dear great leader’s wisdom

    I am relieved

    And realize that it will all be alright

    If I just follow the wisdom

    Of our dear leader

    dental torture blues

    Sitting in the dental chair

    Undergoing dental surgery

    While the dentist probes

    And tortures me

    With his instruments of pain

    The Frank Zappa song plays over and over

    The torture never stops

    The torture never stops

    And I think of the mad dentist

    In Little House of Horrors

    The Jack Nicolson character

    Who screams Pain is good

    As he assaults his patients

    Doing root canals

    Without anesthesia

    And so, I endure the torture

    Of the dentist

    In the vain hope

    I can save my teeth

    Until the next time

    I undergo dental torture

    The song faces away

    And I slowly recover

    Then as I leave

    I am confronted with the bill

    And the song roars back to life

    The torture never stops

    the torture never stops

    masters of the universe

    The earth has been invaded

    By hideous blood sucking vampires

    Disgusting vile alien creatures

    Devoid of all compassion

    Lacking any human empathy

    These so-called Masters of the universe

    These psychopathic monsters

    Are everywhere

    They even took over the White house

    And to these vile creatures

    Everyone is nothing but a commodity

    These alien monsters

    Worship the god of the market

    While proclaiming that they serve Jesus

    Jesus would turn over in his grave

    To see these people in action

    The airlines in Florida

    Facing the worst hurricane in world history

    Decided that the expeditated thing to do

    The MBA approved thing to do

    The profit maximizing, screw the public thing to do

    Was to raise prices 600 percent

    Without prior notice charging 3,000 dollars

    Instead of doing the right thing

    The compassion thing

    The human thing of offering free flights to all

    These executives, these so-called Masters of the Universe

    thus, demonstrated that they are no longer human

    But greed driven monsters

    As are all the other soulless automatons

    Who have taken over the world

    Perhaps some day

    Jesus will come back

    And smite these motherfuckers

    Send them to the hell they so richly deserve

    We can only pray

    For our deliverance from such evil

    From the soulless evil masters of the universe

    Who have taken over the planet

    It Can’t Happen Here

    The pundits and talking heads

    The chaterati classes

    All assure us

    That it can’t happen here

    Fascism will never happen here

    Our democratic system

    Superior to all others

    Check and balances

    Power of the media

    Will prevent fascism

    From taking root

    In the American soil

    They laugh

    And talk amongst themselves

    And laugh some more

    Convincing themselves

    Meantime the darkness

    Continues to descend

    As our President becomes more erratic

    And frankly shows signs of insanity

    The fascists supporting him

    Gather strength

    And one day

    They strike back

    With furry

    When the powers that be

    Try to remove the President

    He mobilizes his army

    His army of deplorables

    And they mobilize

    And his fascist supporters

    In the government

    Demand law and order

    And restoration of the Leader of the people

    As they have started calling the President

    He comes back into power

    And demands

    Unspecified emergency powers

    And so, the cycle ends

    And fascism wrapped inside a Christian flag

    Comes to America

    Full vengeance

    As they take charge

    And the chaterati classes

    Are all arrested

    The first to be rounded up

    America has fallen

    The media stars

    All comply

    The leader is great

    America is great

    And all who oppose him

    Must be terror sympathizers

    Or Tersymps for short

    And deserve to be rounded up

    Public protests are forbidden

    Muslims must register

    Atheists must be fired

    Alt media is shut down

    The internet is censored

    And I weep

    As I see the once great American nation

    Descend into a fascist nightmare

    And I wait for the midnight knock on the door

    Knowing that I am on the list.

    Knock Knock knock

    Open up,  it is homeland security……

    Reflections on Turning 61

    Today I woke up

    And realized that I was 61 years’ old

    Felt that I had lived

    And almost died

    So many times

    I have challenged life

    And faced my fate

    And yet

    Through it all

    I am still here

    I am still here

    And that means something

    Something to me

    And something to the universe

    Yes, I am still alive

    And kicking

    And nothing is stopping me

    Yet still I wonder

    Still I wonder

    What does it all mean?

    Life began with you

    I first dreamt of Angela when I was but a lad of 17 living in Berkeley, California.  It was 1974 and life seemed full of possibilities in that magical year the tail end of the fabled 60’s.   I fell asleep that fateful day in a boring Physics class. I woke up seeing the most beautiful women in the world looking at me.  I was shocked and did not know what to say.  She spoke to me in a strange language but somehow, I knew that someday we were to be together. I just knew that I would meet the girl in the dream. It was love at first sight.  She disappeared and I fell to the floor yelling, “who are you?”

    Then I started having the same dream month after month for seven long years.  I had to decide where to go in the Peace Corps and chose to go to Korea because I knew she would be there.  I looked for her every day knowing that someday she would walk out of my dreams and into my life.

    Then one day I had the last dream.  She walked off the bus in front of me.  I was shocked did not know what to say and she smiled at me melting my heart away.  I got her number agreed to meet the next day.  She came to my class room and we talked at length.

    She was madly in love with me and she had to have me.  I told her I felt the same way.  We married two months later.  And that was the beginning of 35 years of happiness.

    When I first saw you

    Standing on the hot roadway

    I knew life began

    That was the end game

    The beginning of my life with you

    A journey with you

    love at first sight

    You were in my dreams

    appearing every evening

    for seven long years

    until one day I met you

    and that changed my life

    when you walked into life

    stepping out of the night time

    and into the light

    when you walked into life

    stepping out of the night time

    and into the light

    making everything so brilliant

    changing my life forever

    you are my angel

    You are my angel

    sent from God up in heaven

    to take me to life beyond

    one moment

    one moment, one day

    You walked out of that damned bus

    stepped into my life

    waking up to no you

    waking up to no you

    absent in my bed at night

    not absent from dreams

    thursday early evening

    thursday early evening

    thinking dark thoughs of you

    can you cure these thoughts

    Rapid CIty Nowhere

    Last summer

    We drove across the country

    Just the wife and me

    10,000 miles

    31 states

    Three months on the road

    I now know why people don’t live

    In South Dakota

    Hot, dry dusty

    Windy as hell

    Black Hills are nice

    But after seeing Mt. Rushmore

    There is not much left to do

    Rapid City did not impress me

    Nor did Sioux Falls

    And wall drugs

    Well the free water was nice

    But it is a nothing town

    In a nothing state

    On the edge of the badlands

    And the Sioux reservation

    There is a reason the Indians live there

    No one else wanted the land

    And they are warehoused there

    So I drove through Rapid City

    And thought that it is the heart of Trump Land

    The land of the forgotten

    The left behind

    Just another nothing burger of a State

    In the middle of nowhere

    Truly flyover country

    looking out my window

    I look out my window

    On the parking lot

    And see the mad cat

    That lives underneath the apartment house

    And look out at the park

    Thinking of taking a walk

    The cat looks at me

    Kindred spirits perhaps

    Retired waiting to die

    The Voice of My Doom

    walking deep in the woods

    high above the city

    near the airport

    I heard them

    then saw them

    hideous black crows

    looking at me

    cackling at me

    laughing at me

    mocking me

    calling me names

    I asked what they wanted

    they laughed

    and said

    nothing but your doom

    and they flew around me

    dive bombing me

    and surrounding me

    calling me names

    in Korean and English

    as I fled down the trail

    with the demon birds

    hot on my trail

    no more coffee blues

    Note: published in Eskimo Pie, HIll Magazine and other sites

    I love coffee

    Always have

    And coffee has loved me back

    But lately I have sourced on her

    Soured on the whole coffee scene

    On the harshness of the morning brew

    And the promises it makes

    As I sip of its nectar

    Drawn into its lair

    Drinking drop by drop

    As the caffeine takes over

    Rewriting my every nerve

    Turning me into a slave

    For its perverted pleasure

    Yes, I love coffee

    But I am afraid

    Coffee is a harsh mistress

    Demanding so much of me

    Promising the sun

    And delivering the Moon

    As I drink her swill

    Deeping under her influence

    I have the coffee blues

    Can’t live with our her

    Can’t live with her

    I try

    But tea does not cut it

    Not really

    Booze does not do it

    At least not in the morning

    Yoga is not enough of a buzz

    Nor is the runner’s high

    And I am afraid deadly afraid of cocaine

    And speed and drugs and energy drinks

    And so I remain a slave to coffee

    My only legal drug

    As I sip another and fall under her seductive spread

    Once more failing my resolve

    To skip coffee for that day

    That morning that moment

    I shall never be free of her spell

    Ever and she knows it

    As she beckons me

    Every morning with her intoxicating smell

    Imagining the end of the world

    I saw the four horsemen of the apocalypse

    Beckoning me to join them on their midnight ride

    Death, pestilence, plague and war

    They were ready to ride into the sunset

    Spreading their hate with them

    As they led the world to its foretold doom

    The end days were approaching they told me

    And their time was near

    I begged them to hold off

    To give us more time

    To work things out

    They laughed and said

    Time waits for no one

    We have a divine plan to work out

    You have been warned before

    And will be warned again and again

    But soon it will be time

    And we must do our duty

    To bring an end to this benighted world

    And fulfill our destiny

    And yours

    But for now

    We will let you sleep

    And let you prepare yourself

    For the time is near

    The end of the world is coming

    It is later than you think

    Soon soon the antichrist will come

    Uniting the world

    And leading the battles too come

    Before the end of the world

    And mankind ceases to exist

    Just dust in the wind

    Of a dead planet

    In a forgotten corner of an uncaring universe

    All part of God’s plan

    Lost and Found

    I was lost

    And you found me

    You walked out of my dreams

    And into my life

    And that made all the difference

    In the world

    As you entered my life

    I was all alone in this cruel world

    And you provided shelter

    And comfort

    I did not know what I wanted

    And you gave me what I wanted

    You gave me meaning

    You gave me purpose

    You gave me love

    And understanding

    peace and happiness

    Joy, laughter and fun

    You were endlessly fascinating

    Could not keep my eyes off you

    You were the most beautiful women

    In the world to me

    And you still are

    So many years later

    Like a fine bottle of wine

    Gets better with age

    And you gave me

    Endless nights of wild love making

    Which has gotten better

    As well

    And I fell under your spell

    from the day I met you

    I was lost

    And you found me

    And if you go first

    I will be lost again

    Can’t live without you

    By my side

    Thus is has always been

    Between us

    We are so entangled

    So interwoven

    And that is the way

    It was meant to me

    Ode to Coffee

    ODE TO COFFEE

    Published Hill Rag, Eskimo Pie, Coffee with Underwood

    Mistress of sacred love

    Sacred lady of desire

    You start my day

    Setting my heart on fire

    With your dark delicious brew

    And throughout the day

    Whenever the mean old blues come by

    You chase them away

    With your bitter {sweat} (sweet?) ambrosia{l brew}

    Every time I inhale your {witches brew} (witch’s brew)

    I am filled with power, light and love

    And everything is al right Jack

    If only for a few fleeting minutes

    I love you oh coffee goddess

    In all your magical forms

    In the dark coffee of the dawning day

    In the sizzling coffee in the mid morning break

    In the afternoon siesta break

    And in the post dinner desert drink

    I love you my coffee mistress

    You are my refuge

    From this horrid world

    And you are my secret lover

    Never disappoint me, ever

    I’ve never had a bad cup

    Of that I can be sure

    Even the dismal coffee

    Served at Denny’s at 3 am

    Is still sweat loving coffee

    Even the farmer brother’s diner coffee

    Excites me and gets me going

    Asking for another cup of divine delight

    Coffee always is there

    It is always on and piping hot

    With hidden dark secrets

    Swirling in its liquid essence

    Coffee is my last vice

    My only legal vice left

    Coffee does not cheat on me

    It is always faithful, always true

    It does not turn on its friends

    And all it asks in return

    Is that you come back

    Cup after cup after cup

    A good cup of coffee

    Is a little bit of heaven

    In a cup of dark liquid hell

    Coffee is like a drug

    But a good drug that does what is should

    And never complains

    It does not get grouchy

    It does not hurt you

    It does not make you crazy

    But allows the muse to come out

    And play with it

    Coffee led to the American Revolution

    As patriots drank coffee

    To rebel against the aristocratic English tea

    Coffee started the London Stock market

    And started the gossips mills running

    Every great invention

    Was fed by coffee’s sweat brew sweet allure

    All the great thinkers

    All the great leaders

    All were enslaved to coffee’s magic

    Yeah

    I sing my praises

    Of the great glorious coffee lady

    Long may she continue

    To be my sweat companion

    Long may coffee continue

    To rule my heart

    And set my heart on fire

    I love thee

    Mistress coffee

    And sometimes I think

    You love me too

    Capitol Hill in the Springtime

    Capitol Hill in the Spring *

    *Published Writer’s Newsletter June 2017

    Sitting on a bench

    In Lincoln Park

    Heart of Capitol Hill

    Beating heart of the Empire

    On a warm Spring Day

    Watching the Cherry trees

    Watching Me

    Wondering what thoughts

    They must have heard

    The things they have seen

    Over the years

    But they are quiet

    They do not say a word

    As I fall into my spring time dreams

    Sitting on that bench

    Seeing the children and dogs play

    Looking at Spring flowers

    And pretty women

    As they stroll by

    Hearing the sounds of the city

    As I dream of my past life

    Memories of places and people

    I said to myself

    What a wonderful life

    the decline of America

    You see it everywhere

    The unmistakable signs

    That the decline of America

    Is in full swing

    As the world leaders turn away

    From dealing with the US

    And we have gone past the tipping point

    There is nowhere left to go

    But downward

    As the Empire begins to collapse

    Victim of imperial overreach

    Like all empires before

    The DC metro on a good day

    Is a broken-down remnant

    Of a once proud system

    The future of mass transit

    Its proponents said

    The cost of rebuilding America mounts

    And our politicians are afraid

    That it will costs trillions of dollars

    Just to prevent the US from collapsing

    Into third world irrelevance

    We have the world’s most expensive military

    A million dollars per missile

    And yet we can’t find the money

    To provide decent health care for all

    Bombs, and tax cuts for the wealthy

    Are the only things

    That the Republicans care about

    And the world looks in amazement

    At the clown boy President

    As he struts about

    Looking more and more

    Like some Banana Republic

    President for life

    With his family grabbing as much loot

    As they can

    From the federal government

    Before the coming revolution

    Overthrows them

    When did we start this decline?

    Some say 1960s started it

    Others say Nixon’s to blame

    Others claim that it was Carter’s fault

    Or Saint Reagan’s fault

    Or the other boy President GW Bush

    Or Obama the fake American’s fault

    Does it really matter

    All I know

    Is the America I knew

    The can do anything country

    The country that went to the moon

    Is alas no more

    And I morn for our lost liberties

    Our lost sense of purpose

    Our lost sense that America

    Was the last great hope of Mankind

    And still I wonder

    Can America be made great again?

    As our President Trump proclaims

    The end times approaches

    Nuclear war is talked about

    Another missile crisis

    And instead of JFK leading the country

    We have Donald John Trump

    The one and only

    The greatest con man

    To ever get elected

    And I fear the end is in sight

    As America begins its decline

    The right claims that the left has started it

    And the left claims that the right has started it

    And both sides claim that the civil war

    Is inevitable

    Or will we embrace a progressive future

    With an economy that works for all

    I have no answer

    It seems the end is coming

    Sooner than we think

    As Emperor Trump leads us

    Down a dark, strange dangerous path

    And so, it goes

    The decline of empires

    And I pray

    That I may survive

    The end of times

    looking out my window

    Looking Out My Window

    I look out my window

    On the parking lot

    And see the mad cat

    That lives underneath the apartment house

    And look out at the park

    Thinking of taking a walk

    The cat looks at me

    Kindred spirits perhaps

    Retired waiting to die

    Rapid City Nowhere

    Incheon 2016

    I live in Incheon

    Part of the 3 million people who live here

    Mostly Koreans

    90,000 foreigners though live here too

    My apartment is next to a park

    And I walk almost daily in the mountains

    Loosing myself in the hills

    Overlooking the airport

    The town has lots of restaurants

    Places too go

    Things to do

    And the airport is next door

    Soon there will be a casino complex opening up

    As they turn this quite suburban village

    Into a Mini-Las Vegas

    Complete with a strip

    Can’t wait

    Going to Seoul is a snap

    50 minutes on the train

    And I am there

    Wherever I want to be

    Korea is turning out to be

    A good place too live

    So much better

    Than it was when I first arrived in 1979

    And it was grim back then

    Now it is the toast of Asia

    And for that I am glad

    Incheon

    Incheon 2016

    I live in Incheon

    Part of the 3 million people who live here

    Mostly Koreans

    90,000 foreigners though live here too

    My apartment is next to a park

    And I walk almost daily in the mountains

    Loosing myself in the hills

    Overlooking the airport

    The town has lots of restaurants

    Places too go

    Things to do

    And the airport is next door

    Soon there will be a casino complex opening up

    As they turn this quite suburban village

    Into a Mini-Las Vegas

    Complete with a strip

    Can’t wait

    Going to Seoul is a snap

    50 minutes on the train

    And I am there

    Wherever I want to be

    Korea is turning out to be

    A good place too live

    So much better

    Than it was when I first arrived in 1979

    And it was grim back then

    Now it is the toast of Asia

    And for that I am glad

    Lost and Found

    I was lost

    And you found me

    You walked out of my dreams

    And into my life

    And that made all the difference

    In the world

    As you entered my life

    I was all alone in this cruel world

    And you provided shelter

    And comfort

    I did not know what I wanted

    And you gave me what I wanted

    You gave me meaning

    You gave me purpose

    You gave me love

    And understanding

    peace and happiness

    Joy, laughter and fun

    You were endlessly fascinating

    Could not keep my eyes off of you

    You were the most beautiful women

    In the world to me

    And you still are

    So many years later

    Like a fine bottle of wine

    Gets better with age

    And you gave me

    Endless nights of wild love making

    Which has gotten better

    As well

    And I fell under your spell

    from the day I met you

    I was lost

    And you found me

    And if you go first

    I will be lost again

    Can’t live without you

    By my side

    Thus is has always been

    Between us

    We are so entangled

    So interwoven

    And that is the way

    It was meant to me

    Why I am Not A Christian Easter THoughts

    April 16 Why I am not a Christian Easter Thoughts

    On Easter Sunday, I often think about Christianity

    I don’t understand why anymore would believe such nonsense

    The essential story makes no sense

    An imaginary all powerful deity that no one has ever seen or heard

    Except for psychotic patients or Drug users

    Comes down to earth and impregnates a married woman

    Who has never had sex for some reason

    And her husband is okay with that

    Believes her wild story

    And still does not have sex

    Until after the baby is born

    Then there is total silence

    Nothing about Jesus’s childhood

    30 years later he emerges

    Preaching love, peace and brotherhood

    And denouncing the corrupt temple leaders

    And the Jewish leaders as well

    The miracles also don’t make any sense

    In the real world, you can’t turn fish into bread

    Can’t walk on water

    Can raise the dead etc. etc.

    Just does not happen

    In the world, we live in

    And has not happen since those ancient days

    Then the last supper makes some sense

    Jesus knows he is about to be betrayed

    But he does not confront Judas

    Does not run away

    Does not encourage his disciplines

    To run away with him

    The whole Jesus Mary M story

    Also, does not make sense

    Jesus must have been married

    Or he was gay

    There is no doubt

    Either way the story makes no sense

    The crucifixion is the only part of the story I buy

    Jesus was put to death because he was a rebel leader

    And the Romans tolerated no dissent

    To the Roman’s right to conquer and rule

    The rising from the dead stories

    All contradict one another

    And Jesus was either walking as a normal human being

    Or was a ghost

    The door was rent open as if by lightening

    Or not

    Finally, we have been waiting over 2,000 years for his return

    You would think if the story is remotely true

    He would have turned up by now

    Except he has

    As many lunatics claim to be Jesus

    in the flesh

    all delusional of course

    and that is what I think of Christianity

    nothing but fairy tales and mass delusions

    surrounding a kernel of truth

    Love one again

    Treat each other right

    Don’t be consumed with greed

    But couldn’t that message

    Be made simpler

    Without all the associated nonsense?

    So, on this day I say

    Open your minds

    And discard the nonsensical elements of Christian thought

    And follow the true teachings of Jesus

    Even if you don’t believe in the imaginary man in the sky

    Love Poems from Poem a Thon

    April 11 3 Am Nightmares

    3 am

    The bewitching hour

    When the wild things come out

    And play

    And torture you

    With endless wild accusations

    And nightmarish visions

    As I toss and turn

    Trying to escape

    I look over at my wife

    And as always

    Repeat the mantra

    Everything will be alright

    And the wild things are banished

    To the dark corners of my mind

    And I recover my happiness

    And I smile

    As I look at the sleeping beauty

    Still the most beautiful women in the world

    Still the most alluring women in the world

    Still in love with her

    After 35 years

    The love gets stronger and stronger

    As she overcomes my despair

    And the sun comes up

    And I think to myself

    What a wonderful life I have

    With the women of my dreams

    April 13 Spring Doositsu for Angela Poem a Thon

    Waking up seeing you there

    Watching you as you wake up

    Fills me with such sweat desire

    Overcoming my mind

    I sit watching you all day

    Thinking of you all day long

    Wild erotic imaginings

    Love making to come

    That old blues song come to mind

    I just want to make love to you

    I just want to make love to you

    Nothing more than that that

    I end this morning with this thought

    You are still the most wonderful

    The most beautiful creature

    In the whole universe

    April 14 Love Jones

    I got the Love Jones, baby

    And it won’t leave me alone

    I got the Love Jones, baby

    And it won’t leave me alone

    I’ve been writing these love poems

    All day long

    And I have been dreaming

    Of all the ways, I could make love

    To my secret lover

    If only she will let me be

    If only she will open her heart

    And let me in

    Perhaps the love Jones

    Might leave me along

    But I got the love Jones

    Bad baby

    Can’t you tell?

    That the love Jones

    Has grabbed my Soul

    Twisted it up into little pieces

    And I need you

    To unravel the Love Jones

    I need you to answer the call

    Of the Love Jones Baby

    I need you

    To let me be free

    Of the spell

    Of the Love Jones

    I got the Love Jones

    Baby

    I got it bad

    And only you can

    Put a stop to the love Jones

    Baby

    Let me enter your life

    Put out the fire of desire

    Send the Love Jones packing

    And let me make sweat love to you

    Oh, Love Jones

    Go away

    Let me be in peace

    Love Jones

    Leave me be

    Baby

    I got the love Jones

    For you

    Can’t you see?

    What you do to me?

    I got the Love Jones

    Baby and it ain’t going away

    Until I get to make love to you

    Then perhaps this Love Jones

    Will leave me be

    Love Jones

    NIghtmares from poem a thon

    April 11 3 Am Nightmares

    April 12 Zombie Apocalypse

    Zombies to the right of me

    Zombies to the left of me

    Zombies ahead of me

    Zombies behind me

    Everywhere zombies galore

    The end of the world had become

    And the zombification of the world had begun

    Zombies to the right of me

    Zombies to the left of me

    Zombies ahead of me

    Zombies behind me

    No one knew when or where the first zombies appeared

    One moment zombies were just a collective figment of our deranged imagination

    The next moment we were all living in a zombie apocalypse nightmare

    Zombies to the right of me

    Zombies to the left of me

    Zombies ahead of me

    Zombies behind me

    Some said the zombies were created in a lab

    Released by mad scientists and the military

    Others said it was plague sent by God himself

    To punish mankind for tolerating evil and moral depravity

    Zombies to the right of me

    Zombies to the left of me

    Zombies ahead of me

    Zombies behind me

    The Christians and Muslims prayed

    But their prayers went unheard

    As they too soon became zombies

    Zombies to the right of me

    Zombies to the left of me

    Zombies ahead of me

    Zombies behind me

    The zombies hunted in packs

    Overwhelming their victims

    Killing most instantly

    But some they simply bit

    And turned them into fellow zombies

    Zombies to the right of me

    Zombies to the left of me

    Zombies ahead of me

    Zombies behind me

    The zombies did not attack one another

    They preferred living live flesh

    Human flesh but they ate everything they saw

    Zombies to the right of me

    Zombies to the left of me

    Zombies ahead of me

    Zombies behind me

    And so, I ran into the countryside

    With my fellow humans

    Hit out deep in the woods

    Hiding from zombies

    And crazed cannibal gangs alike

    Zombies to the right of me

    Zombies to the left of me

    Zombies ahead of me

    Zombies behind me

    The world ended that day

    And our nightmare world began

    Zombies to the right of me

    Zombies to the left of me

    Zombies ahead of me

    Zombies behind me

    Trumpian Nightmares

    April 2 Walls

    April 9 Pane e circus 2017 Redux

    By order of his excellency

    Emperor Donald the First

    The merciful,

    the Christian King of Kings

    The Sultan of Sultans

    The Emperor of North America

    Be it hereby decreed

    That the ancient honorable gladiator games

    Of the old Roman Empire

    Have been restored

    Each city in the Empire will host a team

    They will compete for the honor

    Of the national championship

    The games will start

    With fighting animals

    Fighting fish

    Roosters

    Cheetahs

    Tiger

    Bears

    Wolves

    And lions

    Then a man lion contest

    With a heretic thrown to the lions

    If he or she lives

    They will be pardoned

    Then then main games

    Six men/women teams compete

    Armed with swords, knifes, mace, clubs

    They fight until one man or women remans

    The victor of the game

    Those who are prisoners

    Can compete for their freedom

    And a full imperial pardon

    Let the games begin

    Long may the games reign

    In the new North America Empire

    Praise be to the Emperor

    Donald the First

    April 10 Long Live Emperor Donald the Ist

    Ladies and Gentlemen

    My fellow American citizens

    Greetings and salutations

    Today is a momentous day

    The old corrupt USA republic is no more

    The constitution that once protected us

    Has been overthrown and violated

    The barbarians at the gate

    Have taken over

    And ruined the once great land

    The last hope of the world

    And so, I had no choice

    But to kill the old rotten regime

    And restore American greatness

    To save democracy

    I must destroy it

    And so, starting today

    I will serve as the Emperor of North America

    I welcome Canada and Mexico

    And the Caribbean islands

    To join The North American Empire

    As we rebuild America

    Restoring American greatness

    And making us all proud again

    Proud subjects of the New American Empire

    May the Empire reign forever and a day

    Triumphant against all enemies

    And so, I take this burden

    Sadly, but gladly

    I will serve you

    As your Empire

    And my son Donald

    Will serve as our second emperor

    Once I pass from this world

    His son will serve as the third emperor

    And so on until the end of time

    And we will reign in our new capitol city

    Colorado Springs

    Until the end of time

    Washington will remain in our hearts

    As the capitol of the old Republic

    But the heirs of the Roman Empire

    Need a new Imperial Capitol

    And soon we will conquer Mars

    And expand our Empire to the Starts

    Long Live the Empire

    Long Live America

    Good night

    And may God Bless

    This great Empire

    Cats fpr poem a thon

    April 7  Watching Cats Hunt

    Early morning

    Watching two white cats

    Hunting a white dove

    The cats hunt in pairs

    Tracking the bird

    The bird flies away

    Safe for now

    And I think about the cats

    And the hunt goes on

    Such is life

    And the fate of cats

    And birds

    April 19 Cats

    Cats

    I often wonder about Cats

    What do they think of us

    It seems at time

    That cats think of humans

    As their slaves

    We exist to feed them

    To comfort them

    To save them from their enemies

    And to worship them

    Yes, cats are an alien species

    Totally different from humanity

    Detached, and almost evil

    If we ever encounter an alien civilization

    God help us if it’s a cat based civilization

    We would then be engaged

    In the epic mother of all wars

    As cats and humans would not get along

    The cats would think we were their slaves

    And we would resent and fear them

    And secretly worship their alien ways

    wagontire oregon for poem a thon

    April 6 Wagontire, Oregon

    1973

    In 1973, I went on a road trip

    With my father

    We left Berkeley to go to Yakima

    Where my father had a summer cabin

    He was a college professor

    And had July and August off

    And we spent the summers

    Every summer from 1968 to 1978

    Our whole dysfunctional family

    Our annual road trip to hell and back

    As we did not get along at all

    We decided to drive through Eastern Oregon

    Just my father and me

    Just for the hell of it

    The rest of the family was already there

    My father and I shared a travel lust

    One of the few things we shared

    This was one of our best trips

    We got along

    Which was unusual

    Normally our relationship

    Was fraught

    As we were so different

    We left Klamath Falls

    A real nothing burg in those days

    And headed east along highway 395

    As we entered the desert of eastern Oregon

    We entered a different world

    High mountain dessert

    Almost no one on the road

    Then we saw the sign

    Wagontire Oregon

    100 miles ahead

    99 miles ahead

    98 miles ahead

    We counted down the signs

    Miles after miles

    As we drove into the gathering dusk

    We speculated that Wagontire

    Must be a giant truck stop

    In the middle of no where

    We pulled into the town

    Nothing there but a gas station

    Motel and café

    We decided to stop

    Last gas for 100 miles

    According to the highway signs

    In the morning

    We chatted with the owner

    He was the sheriff, the fire chief

    The owner of the motel, gas station

    The only business in town

    And the only place open

    For one hundred miles

    I noticed a highway sign outside

    Welcome to Wagontire, Oregon

    Population 2 ½ humans 10 dogs, 50.000 sheep

    I asked the Sherriff

    Say who is the ½ human?

    My idiot son!

    And we left.

    200 miles later

    We finally left Eastern Oregon

    2016

    In 2016 my wife and I drove through Eastern Oregon

    As part of our epic cross country trip

    10,000 miles

    31 states in three months

    On the way from Medford to Yellowstone

    We drove along highway 395

    The signs for Wagontire was gone

    And we drove through the town

    The motel was abandoned

    Nothing there at all

    And that sign was gone too

    I said I suppose the idiot son

    Never took over the business

    And we speculated about Wagontire

    And all other nothing burgs

    We drove through that summer

    Heart of Trump’s America

    True fly over country

    more poem a thon poems

    April 2 Walls

    Trump wants a wall

    Between America and Mexico

    A wall against the southern hordes

    A wall based on fear and hate

    A wall to make America safe

    A wall to make America great again

    And yet I wonder

    Will his wall fall

    Like the Berlin wall

    And the great wall

    And all the other walls

    They all failed

    All of them

    Walls divide us

    Walls make us

    Into different tribes

    Between the pure

    And the impure

    St Reagan

    Said Tear Down this Wall

    Will future Presidents

    Tear down this begotten wall

    Or will it become a tourist attraction

    Another great wall

    Against barbarian hordes

    April 4 Changes

    I reflect upon my life

    As the sun comes up

    What could I have changed

    What would I have changed

    If I could go back in time

    What would I tell my earlier self

    What would I do differently

    And what have I learned

    The one thing

    that I would not have changed

    is meeting the women of my dreams

    the chance meeting on a bus

    that changed everything

    in a moment

    I met my fate

    That day on the bus

    And that is the end of the story

    April 5 Facing Life’s Challenges Together

    Woke up at 0 dark hundred

    Vowing to boldly go forth

    And face the challenges of the future

    Without fear

    Knowing that I have you there

    Makes all the difference in the world

    As we meet our fate

    Together

    Until the day we die

    Poems for April Poem a thon

    Poems by Jake Cosmos Aller For Poem a Thon 2017

    JOHN (“JAKE”) COSMOS ALLER is a

    April 1 Berkeley California

    Growing up in the 60’s

    In Berkeley almost 50 years ago

    I think back

    At those turbulent times

    Those crazy wonderful times

    Berkeley is a wonderful place

    In many ways

    Stuck forever in 1967

    A true time travel experience

    Every time I go back

    And relive the memories

    Of the 60’s

    The 60’s never died

    They continue

    In college towns

    Across the world

    And Berkeley

    Remains the mecca

    Of the counter cultural revolution

    Many things have changed

    But the organic food revolution

    Became mainstream

    Marijuana spread out

    The sexual revolution

    Became mainstream

    So much of the world

    Is but a reflection

    Of the revolution of the 60’s

    And the conservative counter-revolution

    That we are still fighting

    So, I salute

    My homeland

    Berkeley

    The center of my universe

    April 2 Lithia Springs

    Staying at Lithia Springs

    Soaking in the healing waters

    Soaking my pains away

    Renewing my life

    Renewing my love

    As we both soak away

    As the pain of life go away

    And our love grows

    With each soaking session

    Life is good

    At the hot springs water

    Sooths us and smooth us

    And we fall in love

    Again and again

    Ghosts from World War Two

    12-17 2013 5 am

    I am walking through a crowded rural trail in rural France.  With a start I realize I am walking through a world war 11 graveyard. The graves have released the dead and the dead are walking trying to communicate but they are merely ghostly images of the dead soldiers.  Millions of them lost wandering about and when they see me they beseech me to help them find their lost loves and I tell them that I cannot help them that they are dead and then they cry and the anguished sounds of the dead and dying soldiers fill the air and the room is filled with the sounds and terrors of the long ago battle.  The scene shifts a bit and I am marching into battle with them before they had died and realize that the end is coming but there is nothing I can do but watch the coming of death and watch with horror the death of my new best friends.  Then the scene clears the ghosts smile and say, “see that’s what happened to us.  Please tell the world to not do this again.  Please end the war everywhere. Please Please Please… “And I promise and wake up feeling that I had made a commitment but to whom and what I knew not.

    Ghosts from World War Two

    12-17 2013 5 am

    I am walking through a crowded rural trail in rural France.  With a start I realize I am walking through a world war 11 graveyard. The graves have released the dead and the dead are walking trying to communicate but they are merely ghostly images of the dead soldiers.  Millions of them lost wandering about and when they see me they beseech me to help them find their lost loves and I tell them that I cannot help them that they are dead and then they cry and the anguished sounds of the dead and dying soldiers fill the air and the room is filled with the sounds and terrors of the long ago battle.  The scene shifts a bit and I am marching into battle with them before they had died and realize that the end is coming but there is nothing I can do but watch the coming of death and watch with horror the death of my new best friends.  Then the scene clears the ghosts smile and say, “see that’s what happened to us.  Please tell the world to not do this again.  Please end the war everywhere. Please Please Please… “And I promise and wake up feeling that I had made a commitment but to whom and what I knew not.

    Everything Will Be All Right, Everything Will Be All Right

    12-12-2013 4:30 am

    In the midst of my gloomy thoughts

    Of the endless nightmare

    Of my endless despair

    I looked over

    And saw my wife

    Sleeping peacefully away

    And I hugged her

    And felt something stir in me

    I heard an angel’s voice

    Saying “everything will be all right, everything will be all right”

    And then I saw her wake up

    Smiling at me

    And a chorus of angels filled the room

    Singing “everything will be all right, everything will be all right”

    And I smiled

    And she went back to sleep

    The angelic chords faded away

    And the darkness that had infected my soul

    Began to recede back into the dark corners

    From which it sprung

    And I smiled

    And chanted alongside the angelic choir

    Everything will be all right

    Everything will be all right

    And I knew it would be

    As long as I had her by my side

    And I smiled

    And got up

    Knowing that I had defeated

    The darkness once more

    And I was ready

    To face the dawning day

    Everything will be all right

    where do you and I begin

    I woke up one day and realized

    I no longer knew

    where you and I began

    and where you and I ended

    we had become almost one

    We talked in half sentences

    Knowing what the other wanted

    and knowing how it would end

    We ate the same foods with some resistance

    because I still crave an old fashioned American meal

    but still we were becoming more and more the same

    and I was scared of loosing myself

    In your embrace

    and becoming you

    and you becoming me

    and this fear of losing me

    in the ocean of us

    overwhelms me at time

    but I know that I will always

    Return to your arms

    because I cannot live

    A moment without you at my side

    and I know you are the same

    we feel each other’s inner pain

    we feel each other’s outer pain

    and our history has merged

    into one

    and is that the secret

    of a long marriage?

    Have I figured it all out

    in the end does it come to this?

    a merging of two souls and two bodies?

    I don’t have the answers

    But I don’t have any more doubts

    or regrets at the path I have taken

    I still look forward

    to waking up each

    Seeing you there

    and knowing that everyday

    we have together

    is a gift that I will cherish

    Until my dying breath

    The Storm is Coming

    The Storm is Coming

    January 3, 2012

    I see a dangerous storm brewing in America

    I hear the dangerous creeping sounds

    I see on TV

    The grinning masses

    The lies

    the politicians dancing on the grave

    of freedom

    I fear the growing power

    The power of the intolerant ones

    The power of their mightily wave

    the coming of fascism

    the coming of neo-Hitlerism

    The coming of war

    To consume us all

    This time

    No one will save us

    from the evil that surrounds us

    God they say is on our side

    and the darkness gathers hold

    the evil slips out

    The madness begins again

    and those who see the light

    those who know the right

    and drowned out by the might

    Might makes right

    In the end

    Does it matter

    as slavery descends upon us all

    the 1 percent have their revenge

    The rest of us don’t matter

    We are mere cogs

    In the wheel

    and always have

    and always will

    That is God’s will

    and who are we to disagree

    with the word of God

    and so I and my fellows

    are marched off to our doom

    resistance is futile

    resistance is futile

    resistance is futile

    Chains that Bind Us

    I realize that my love for you

    Is like a chain of steel

    Unbreakable

    Tough as nails

    and yet as your love entangles me

    I realize that I embrace my imprisonment

    and don’t want to venture out of my cell

    Made of our years together

    bit by bit we have become entangled

    Where I end and you begin

    Hopelessly enter tangled

    Even if I wanted to break free

    I could not

    For I am you and you are me

    and my fate is in your hands

    and so I relax

    and decide to just

    Enjoy the ride of my life

    as we move towards the final moments

    together as we have always been

    Inseparable, merged into one being

    Starting at each other

    wondering who is that person

    Of eternal mystery

    That has so captured my soul

    and imprisoned it in her love

    And I smile thinking of your love

    and the endless pleasure it has brought me

    and the endless pain that I have endured

    Just to be next to you

    and part of you

    Until the day I die

    and we meet in the next world

    Eternal Love

    I woke up

    And jumped out of my bed

    And stared out wildly

    Into a strange new environment

    Into the middle of it all

    There it stood

    A carbon copy man with no heart

    Starting down the freeways of my mind

    What the Hell can I find

    For years and years

    All I can do is cry

    For months and months

    All I can do is curl and die

    Then overnight

    A vision of radiant beauty

    Awoke me from my stupor and drunken bum shows

    The vision of my possible future

    Was you

    My love, my life and my dreams

    All I knew I knew alone

    All I can do is love you till

    The end of time

    Darling, My Love of My Life

    Darling, My Love of My Life

    How much pain I feel today

    Because you are in pain

    I cannot rest, cannot sit still

    All I can do is worry and think

    What will I do

    If God takes you away from me?

    What would I do without you by my side?

    I cannot live without you

    You have to be there by my side or in my heart

    forever until the day I die

    I will not live without you

    This world is so cruel and mean

    I need someone like you

    By my side to fight the battles

    And encourage me to stand up

    And be counted

    I have learned so much

    Watching you

    You never back down

    Never give up

    And you win in the end

    With your unique mix of charm, guile and

    Iron will have hidden within a velvet glove

    Clearly someday you will become

    One of the Masters of the World

    And I will be there by your side

    Your love, your confident and your greatest

    Fan of all

    I need you by my side

    Forever and a day

    Say you will be mine

    And I will die a happy man

    If you die before I do

    My life would end

    In a pit of utter despair

    So get up

    Fight the good fight

    And live again

    Fate Intertwined

    It was many a year ago

    Eye 15 years ago

    That I was born again

    When I met the love of my life

    Who took away my sins, my fear

    And my self-doubt

    And I began an adventure

    That has not ended

    Together we have moved

    Down the path of Life

    And together we shall move on

    Forever and a day

    Our souls intertwined

    Our fates bewitched together

    Forever more

    My love

    My hope, my dream, my eternity

    Our Romance Begins

    When I met the girl of my dreams

    On a bus in South Korea

    I was speechless.

    I did not know what to do.

    Over the course of the evening

    I ran into her several times.

    Finally, I was introduced to her.

    I muttered some lame excuse

    About wanting to find a Korean tutor,

    and got her number.

    The next day she came to the gate of my base.

    Where I was teaching ESL to Koreans

    She said that she had to speak with me.

    I told to wait in the library for about an hour,

    and I would cancel class

    and meet her then.

    We went out for coffee.

    She told me that she was madly

    in love with me

    And simply had to have me.

    I told her I felt the same way.

    I proposed five days later,

    And got married one month later.

    Does she believe this story?

    She claims she does not believe it

    Because it is impossible to be true.

    But I know that there are other worlds

    And other times.

    In a past life we must have been together somehow.

    And our love was so strong

    That it crossed over the barrier of past lives.

    She found me in 1974,

    But it took until 1982

    For us to actually meet

    The Story of How We Met

    It all began in Berkeley, California

    In the spring time of 1974

    One fateful afternoon

    I was dozing in my high school

    Physics class.

    I looked up and saw

    A tall, beautiful Asian woman

    standing looking at me.

    I screamed out,

    Who are you?

    She disappeared

    like she was beamed away from my dream.

    I knew that someday I would meet the girl

    In the dream

    Little did I know

    I would have to wait until 1982

    Starting that month

    I began having the same dream

    Month and month and month.

    Always the same.

    She was saying something

    To me in a strange language.

    Then one day I had the dream

    and knew that she was in Korea.

    So I chose to go Korea

    In the Peace Corps,

    Somehow knowing

    That I would meet her there.

    That morning early in the morning

    I had the last of these dreams.

    This time I understood her.

    She said, “Don’t worry.

    We’ll meet soon.”

    That evening

    As I was getting off the bus

    To go to my class

    I saw getting off the bus

    The girl in my dream.

    It was she!

    Red Dawn Over the New Empire

    RED SUN DAWNING OVER THE NEW EMPIRE

    The dawning sun raises bloody red

    Over the traffic clogged streets

    And noxious polluted air

    Of the capital of Imperial America

    The sun with its bloody red glare

    Reminds me of all the people who died

    This last year in Emperor’s Bush’s Three Wars

    We are the American Empire

    We are the power, we are the power

    We are perfect masters of the universes

    And will remake the world in our image

    In the so-called war against Evil

    The invasion and occupation

    Of foreign lands

    Because our leaders say

    They might, someday be a threat

    And the old words of ancient Rome

    Comes to mind

    Carthage must die

    Baghdad must be destroyed

    The heart of the evil empire

    Must be invaded

    And the evil of Saddam must be expunged

    So our great and glorious leaders

    Proudly proclaim

    Every day every moment

    On the conservative media

    Now owned, operated and controlled

    By the powers that have taken over

    The shadow government that runs

    The New American Empire

    And soon the entire world

    Will be under its sway

    We are the American Empire

    We are the power, we are the power

    We are perfect masters of the universes

    And will remake the world in our image

    We still have some freedom left

    Some space to rant and rave

    And grumble

    But soon, oh so soon

    This paper and that paper

    And this internet site and that site

    And this TV station and that TV Station

    Will be shut down

    In the name of national security

    We are the American Empire

    We are the power, we are the power

    We are perfect masters of the universes

    Spin Masters

    SPIN MASTERS SPINNING AWAY THE DAY

    Every moment

    I turn on the TV

    What do I see

    Nothing but liars laying down lies

    Spin Masters spinning spam of deceit

    Chanting

    The truth will set you free

    White is black

    Black is white

    Lies are true

    Truth is a lie

    Lies will set you free

    I see nothing

    But politicos

    Dropping down lies

    UN truths masquerading as the truth

    Oh so sincerely

    The lies spew forth so sweetly

    From their corrupted lips

    The toxic wastes

    Spree out of my TV set

    Infecting my soul

    With paranoid distrust

    And I vainly try

    I do try

    God do I try

    To the find

    The nugget of truth

    Buried deep in the dark, dank, dangerous

    Black, evil miasmic mists

    Given off

    By the talking heads on TV

    So I leave my house

    So full of doubt

    And wander about

    Looking for the truth

    Some semblance of hope

    And I look up

    And see a solitary cherry tree

    High up on a hill top street

    Infusing the air

    With its sweat ambrosia

    And I smile

    Knowing

    Someday soon

    The national nightmare

    Will be pierced by the light

    Of clarity and truth

    And the evil ones

    The body snatched aliens

    Inhabiting our leaders

    Will be banished

    Long Live the Great and Powerful

     

     

    Night scene with the Cthulhu monster with wings standing on the shore of a sea. 3D render.

    While walking in the misty morn of yore

    One dismal dark decaying depraved day

    I was suffocating with the sounds of the dying city

    Slowly coming to life with the dawning sun

    Surrounded by the sounds of chaos, disorder

    Dark, dangerous despairing thoughts

    Of dangerous terrible acts to come

    All around me in this strange era we live in

    This orange alert perpetual fearful times

    Constant fear, and overwhelming dread

    Mad crazed Islamic bomb throwing terrible terrorists

    Hiding under every bed, lurking around every corner

    Conspiring with the murderous criminals of yore

    Just waiting to attack god fearing Christian citizens

    Murdering them in their sleep

    Blowing up schools

    Blowing up buses, cars, buildings

    Murdering in the name

    of their demented god

    Screaming God is great

    as they behead us all

    As I walk down that street

    In the dead calm of the early morn

    Filled with fulsome fears of who know what

    I look up and see a giant gargoyle

    Looking down at me

    Smirking at me, laughing at me

    I yell out to the gargoyle

    Say, Mr. Gargoyle

    What is so damn funny

    Don’t you know there is a terror alert

    Have you seen any Islamic terrorists lurking about?

    The gargoyle laughed and laughed

    Said, terror alert?

    What a loud of crap

    As the prophet,

    Mr. Natural taught us all,

    “It don’t mean shit;

    it don’t mean shit”

     

    Nothing but prime BS

    Designed to keep you in your place

    He laughed and laughed

    Soon all the gargoyles of the city

    Were in open revolt

    They jumped off their perches

    And started marching around

    Chatting

    Peace is War, War is Peace

    Truth is a Lie, lies are Truth

    The Truth Will Set You Free

    All Hail the Great and Powerful One

    1. Brother, Keep Preaching

    Sao Paulo, Brazil, January 07, 2009. Man evangelical preacher explains God’s Word in Se Square in downtown Sao Paulo
    Sao Paulo, Brazil, January 07, 2009. Man evangelical preacher explains God’s Word in Se Square in downtown Sao Paulo

    Two black soul brothers

    Standing on the corner

    In front of Metro center

    On a Friday night

    In the heart of the new evil empire

    The center of the beast

    Hell Central

    Preaching the word of god

    The news of the end of the world

    The proverbial end times

    Were upon us and coming soon

    The commuters, workers and bemused tourists

    Walk on by the preacher men

    Some pay attention, most walk on by

    They did not want to hear

    They did not understand

    And the preacher man kept

    Preaching the word of god

    And no one paid any attention

    None at all

    God is going to punish us

    God is coming soon

    To punish the wicked and the evil

    And to set things right

    God is going to punish the U.S.

    For its arrogance, hubris and hypocrisy

    For its greed and evil

    Disguised as saving the world

    From the evil ones

    God is coming, oh yeah he is on his way

    And boy is he angry at us

    At the entire human race

    And God, let me tell yah

    He ain’t the wimpy, wampy pappy

    White boy false god of the New Testament

    The false deity that the evil Reverend Farwell

    And the smarmy Pat Robinson worship

    Hell no

    God ain’t that god

    God is a mean, angry powerful God

    The god of the Old Testament

    The god of the Koran and the god of old

    The god that man once feared

    Yeah, I am talking about that god

    Jehovah, Zeus, Allah and a thousand other names

    The god that our ancestors feared

    The real deal, and boy is he pissed off

    And he is coming to set up straight

    And send most of us straight to hell

    coffee

    Hot as hell, heavenly sweat

    My daily hot coffee fix

    Sends Me to Heaven

    Then Crashes into Hell

    the clock

    The damned clock

    Rings in my sleeping ear

    Reminding me with its shrill beats

    That time factory derived chimes

    Away the now distant land of Zaatari

    At night fall

    My heart comes alive

    Creeps out of its self-imposed shell

    To enter the land of Zantari

    The every day waking world

    But a shadow on the moon

    In the land of Zantari

    All is as it should be

    A mere image to see

    In the mechanical second

    We call reality

    the evil that kids do

    Yet again we turn on the TV

    And witness horrible scenes

    Of unparalleled violence, hatred and despair

    Two teenage boys

    Decide to kill all of their classmates

    Hold their school up

    Bombs waiting to destroy

    And the cry goes out throughout the land

    Why yet again this tragedy

    Why did such nice boys

    In a nice safe suburb

    Turn out to be some horrible evil creatures?

    The usual suspects are rounded up

    It’s the culture, stupid cry the conservative voices

    No, it’s the guns, cry the liberal pundits

    And we sit around and argue

    Knowing that there will be a next time

    And another time and time and time again

    What is the sickness in our souls

    That allows for this hatred to fester so

    Deep within the minds of our teenage killers

    Why do they act the way they do

    Is it just the mindless violence?

    That surrounds us all

    The pornographic display of violence

    That washes across us every day

    The 8, 000 murders we have seen

    By the time we are 18?

    Or is it simply

    That killers can easily

    Get the latest bang for their buck?

    We are all responsible here

    The negligent parents

    The overworked schools

    The TV and movie purveyors

    Of pornographic violence

    The gun dealers

    The gun makers

    The craven politicians

    Who think it is everyone’s god given right

    As a damn American

    To buy as much weaponry as possible

    To buy machine guns

    To protect themselves from other gun men

    Nothing will change

    Until we conflict the evil

    That lurks deep within each of us

    There will be another Columbine High School, another Sandy Hook, Another Texas massacre, another Virginia Tech, er another  El Paseo, another Dayton, Another Odessa Texas, Another Midland Texas and another this and another that

    Soon enough

    Despite all of our efforts

    Despite any new laws

    There will be evil men

     

    Who want to shoot and kill

    Who have somehow lost

    Their essential humanity

     

    As the President said

    nothing has changed

    nothing has changed at all

     

    Lao Tze said

    The more laws there are

     

    The more criminals there will be

    More laws are not the answer

    For a law cannot make a sick soul whole

     

    We are all guilty here

    The TV and movie

    Pornographers of violence

    The parents and schools

     

    And most important our society itself

    For allowing our young to become

    Such evil creatures

     

    If Satan lives on

    He is laughing

    All the way to the proverbial bank

     

    If God lives on

    He is ruing the day

    He created Mankind

     

    And the carnage will go on and on and on

    Until the day emerges

    When we all proclaim

     

    Enough, no more

    The killing, hatred and violence

    Will stop

    No More will our youngsters

    Grow up to be such monsters

    That day will come soon enough

    Of the full Moon

    Old man in the mirror must die

    One early winter morning

    A man went to the mirror

    To do his morning shave

    Just another shave

    Like a thousand,

    million shaves before

    As he looked into the mirror

    He did not see his face

    Instead he saw a stranger

    Staring out at him

    An old, beat up old man

    With intense sad eyes

    Stared out at him

    The man looked hard

    At the man who had taken

    Over his mirror

    And wondered who he was

    And how and why

    He had taken over his mirror

    The man was perturbed, disturbed

    And a bit angry at the turn of events

    All he wanted to do

    Was shave in peace and quiet

    The man continued to stare

    At the face in the mirror

    And finally could not stand it anymore

    He looked at the mirror

    And said,

    Man in the mirror

    Who or what are you

    And what do you want

    And why have you taken over

    My god damned mirror

    So early in the morn

    The old man

    Merely laughed and resumed staring

    At the man

    The man getting more and more angry

    Demanded an answer

    From the fiend in the mirror

    Who are you, you mocking fiend

    And what do you want from me

    The man screamed

    The old man in the mirror

    Looked at him and said

    Don’t you know who I am

    I am you and you are me

    The man looked at the old man

    And said no, no, no

    I am not you,  never will be you

    I am not an old, washed up old man

    I am me – full of life, youth and vitality

    And yet the man knew the truth

    Did not want to admit the truth

    Could not handle the truth

    The old man in the mirror

    Was what he had become

    The man was very angry

    And screamed

    At the old man in the mirror

    The man said you may look like me

    You may sound like me

    You may even smell like me

    But I am not you

    Never have been

    Never will be

    Not going to happen

    Not in a million years

    And the man stormed out of the house

    And wandered about here and there

    Finally late at night

    He wandered into a bar

    And began drinking the night away

    The next morning

    He walked into the bathroom

    Determined to confront the old man

    Tell truth to power

    He said, listen up, old man

    You may have won the war

    But not the battle

    I am not you

    And never will be you

    And screaming like an escaped banshee

    Newly freed from the mental institution

    The man shot the old man in the mirror

    Shot him over and over

    Screaming die mocking fiend from hell

    The man woke in the hospital

    And saw down the hall

    The old man in the mirror

    Smiling and beckoning to him

    Walking out the window

    And into the dawning sun

    The man got up and walked

    And joined the old man in the mirror

    And smiled as he died

    God’s Confession

    I was sitting  alone

    In a god forsaken bar

    Somewhere on the lunatic fringes

    Of society

    Heading to hell

    As fast as I could drink it down

    Enjoying my lonely drink

    Drinking by my lonesome self

    With my partners

    Jimmy Dean, the Walker brothers

    his old Granddad

    Just drinking and hanging

    With the Jack Daniel’s gang

    A crazed bum With a thousand year stare

    Walks up to me

    Muttering to himself

    Crazy words

    In a lunatic’s voice

    He had the look Of one possessed

    By his own demons

    That only he can see or hear

    Possessed by a secret knowledge

    Only he knew

    Despite myself

    I was  fascinated

    By this lunatic’s tale

    So I stopped him saying

    So what’s your game anyway

    The short little dude

    Stopped his insane prattle

    Starting at  me

    With that thousand-year-old stare

    Just another washed up Lunatic

    Too many drugs

    Too many bad nights

    On the wrong side of life

    He looked at me

    And  proclaimed his story

    He reared up

    And filled up the room

    And lifted the bar

    On his finger

    And stared

    down at me

    From the sky

    I am God

    The alpha and Omega

    The real deal

    The original dude of dudes

    The sultan of Swing

    God of hosts

    And father of  that Jesus dude

    But no one knows me

    No one cares

    They think I am irrelevant

    They think I am dead

    They think I am a fairy tale

    From some older, ancient time

    I looked at  him

    an old man with that lunatic look

    But there was something else

    He was crazy

    Sure yes

    But he was the real deal

    I mean why  not

    Why would not  God not be

    A lunatic  wandering around loose

    Talking to low lives like me

    In a bar

    And I knew

    He was

    telling the truth

    But it did not matter

    In this day and age

    Of materialism

    God has no role

    God is truly dead

    And so I bought him a drink

    And walked  out of the bar

    sadden by what I had seen

    God was dead

    And we had all conspired

    To kill him

    Long live God

    Mozart Blues

    > One morning

    > I woke up

    > And

    > walked out

    >

    > I saw a

    > brilliant rainbow

    > Erupting

    > out of the dark

    > Soil of despair

    >

    > I saw

    > people

    >

    > Suddenly

    > transformed into angels

    >

    > I saw

    > evil beings changed into stone

    >

    > I saw

    > dictators fleeing the wrath of God

    >

    > I heard

    > fools proclaiming wisdom

    > And I Saw

    > the Nuclear Bombs

    > Exploded

    > into clouds of sweat

    > Heavenly

    > made mist

    >

    > I saw

    > young people

    > Embracing

    > each other

    >

    > And I saw

    > old people

    > Shedding

    > their years like Cosmic cocoons

    > I saw the

    > poor wake up

    > And

    > demand food, justice, and respect

    >

    > And I saw

    > the rich powerful demons

    > Disintegrate

    > into ugly moths, rats, and cockroaches

    >

    > I saw the

    > most powerful nation on Earth

    > Walk away

    > into a Buddhist Monastery

    >

    > And float

    > away on the wings of a butterfly

    > Into the

    > rising rainbows of the Sun

    > I saw the

    > evil empire

    > Sit down

    > and party all night>

    > Smoking

    > nuclear Dust

    >

    > And

    > drinking Hydrogen laced Vodka

    > And

    > getting napalm highs

    >

    >> I saw

    > Christians Jews and Muslims become brothers

    >

    > I saw

    > people everywhere

    >

    > Soaring

    > into the sky

    >

    > I saw God

    > smiling at us

    >

    > And I saw

    > Lucifer

    >

    > Programming

    > more chaos

    >

    > I saw

    > computers revolting

    >

    > Rushing

    > away from their office towers

    >

    > Smoking

    > dope with their Data Disks

    >

    > I saw

    > printers everywhere

    >> Rejecting

    > their spread sheets

    >

    > And

    > printing love poems

    >

    > And in

    > the middle of all this Divine Madness

    >

    > I saw

    > Mozart

    >

    > Playing

    > the Piano

    >

    > With God

    > playing the trumpet

    > And Satan

    > on Bass

    > With

    > Allah singing the blues

    Jesus on harmonica

    Moses playing the guitar

    > And Buddha

    > playing the violin

    >> Lord

    > Krishna playing the Flute

    >> Rama

    > playing the organ

    >> Ganesh

    > Playing the sitar

    >> Zeus

    > Playing the Sax

    >> Jupiter

    > playing the Drums

    >

    > With

    > Beethoven conducting

    >> God’s

    > Symphony

    >

    Bad Craziness Rising

    > Walking into that bar

    > That nefarious den of

    > iniquity and evilness

    >

    > Twenty drinks too sober

    > The scent of bad craziness

    >

    > Hung in the air

    > Like an over ripe mango

    > Desperately seeking to have

    > sex

    > With wild, dressed up bananas

    > Running around with the Orange Man

    > Down the Street

    > The Moon looks out on the mad

    > scene

    > Sniffs the air

    >

    > Saying, “Man, this is

    > bad craziness”

    >

    > And runs away to join her

    > lover the Sun

    >

    > In an orgy of drunken

    > forgetfulness

    > The Planet Mars, not amused

    > Chases after the maiden Venus

    > Under the cold, calculating

    > glances of the Planet Pluto

    > The Moon and the Sun

    >

    > Rent a room in the Hotel

    > Venus

    >

    > Across from the Jupiter All

    > Night Diner

    > Cosmic shit kickers

    >

    > Out for a night of Earth

    > bashing

    > The Earth trembles, shaken

    > Moans with passion

    > And I awake

    >

    > Saying, that was bad

    > craziness

    > Out there on the edge

    >

    > Between the inner me and the

    > outer Zone

    > I went on down the road

    >

    > And met a lady

    >

    > A outlaw lady on the far side

    > Money, power, passion

    > Rolled up in a bundle

    >

    > Electric chemistry

    > Fills my head

    >

    > Zapping my brain

    > Into demented muscles

    > Paranoid, pulsating images

    > Scream out

    >

    > With mad passion

    > And demented noises

    > The night turns ugly fast

    >

    > And very, very weird

    >

    > Weirdness in the air

    > Scent of bad craziness

    > The moon

    > Is freaked out

    >

    > The Sun falls asleep in the

    > gutter

    >

    > And I say to myself

    >

    > I’m just another cosmic Guy

    > On the loose, on the edge,

    > On the wild side of things

    >

    > Watching the show,

    > Unfold,

    > I wonder, is this all

    > A drunken bum show?

    >

    > Who is the star, who is she

    >

    > The maiden up there in the

    > bar

    > Black, leather jackets

    >

    > On stage naked visions of

    > nightly lust

    > Dancing with an attitude that

    > could kill

    > An elephant in heat

    >

    > And the Moon

    >

    > Continues to dance across the

    > evening sky

    >

    > Satisfied, allows mankind to

    > sleep it off

    \ Yet another night in the City

    > of demented Angels

    >

    > Finally rest as the sun comes

    > up

    >

    > The masks come back on

    >

    > And I walk down the road

    >

    > Putting everything back into

    > the box

    > Until the next night

    >

    > Of bad craziness

    > Lets the wild beast within

    > Escape its leash.

    >

    > Bad Craziness rising yet

    > again

    Charles Bukowski Road Not Chosen

    Charles Bukowski Road Not Chosen

    While reading Charles Bukowski poetry

    On the metro ride home

    Listening to Buddha bar music

    On my oh too hip IPod

    I begin to see myself as I was

    Over 30 years ago when I was merely a bit player

    A minor character in a Charles Bukowski poem

    A wild young underemployed intellectual

    Hanging out in dismal bars and dives all over Asia and California

    Hanging with disreputable women and drunks and drinkers

    And characters out of his kinds of haunts

    A mad poet bard of the underground

    A drunken poet in a drunken bum show

    That nightly played in his head

    Then one day I met the women of my dreams

    And went down a different path

    A long slow path to respectability

    And now 30 years later

    I am no longer a wild man

    I am still a poet at heart

    But I am now also a bureaucrat

    In a button down suite

    Doing the people’s business

    Working for the Government

    I’ve become the Man

    Sometimes I wonder

    Would I have been better off

    Going down that another path

    Would I have ended up

    Somewhere else

    Doing something else

    Would I have been as happy

    Would I have been as successful?

    There is no answer that satisfies

    The longing in my heart

    For that wild thing

    That still lurks beneath

    It’s civilized cover

    And I know that I am still

    A mad poet at heart

    Railing against the injustice of the world

    As I work day by day

    in the belly

    of the great beast of State

    I recall the ancient Chinese saying,

    “Confucian during the day while Taoist rebel at night”

    Playing out in my head and nightly dreams

    In the true American Upper class patrician tradition

    I close the book and look out the window

    Get off the train, and walk slowly home

    And realize I had no choice

    But to take the path that I’ve trodden on

    And so I put aside my misgivings

    And say goodbye to my “Bukowskian”desires

    For another night of domestic contentment

    Was it worth it all to take the conventional path

    And not take the bohemian road to hell and back

    I look at my wife and realize

    I had no choice, had no choice

    But to follow her to the ends of the earth

    And beyond by her side as we walked our path

    Of shared destiny

    Goodbye Charles Bukowski wherever you are

    May I meet you in a bar in the next life

    And figure out where we should have gone

    Until then the drinks are on me.

    the End 

     

  • Another Mass Shooting to Start the Day

    Another Mass Shooting to Start the Day

    outlaw poetry

    another mass shooting to start the day

    Today I was inspired to write some poetical rants about Guns, and God. America s a strange country, especially to an atheist like me. I grew up in Berkeley, California in an atheist household so I just don’t get people like Michelle Bachman at all. And especially how she and her ilk are so convinced that God wanted Donald Trump, the most ungodly of all recent politicians to be president.

    I also don’t get the NRA and their insistence especially on days like today that the solution to the mass carnage in our society is more guns for everyone. There is a sickness in our society that the gun violence is merely a symptom.

    I don’t have any answers to any of this just lots of doubts and questions about why if there is a God and God is all knowing and loving he permits such acts of evil. This is one of many reasons I am not a Christian believer.

    Can we please enact some sane gun control laws????

    Before getting to my rants on Guns and God, I’d like to offer my thoughts on a sane gun law policy. If Australia could do it and New Zealand could why or why can’t we do it?

    My proposal would be to require all gun owners to be licenses and insured just like we require for all drivers. If someone is involved in a fire arm offense they would be sent to prison for ten years. If someone is charged with domestic violence offenses they would be banned from owning a gun. There would be universal background checks of course as well and military assault weapon bans. And the CDC and others would conduct studies into how to prevent gun violence.

    90 percent of the public support these positions. So why do we tolerate such nonsense anymore?

    Any time the NRA makes an stupid statement like “Guns Don’t Kill people,” the public will simply say to the NRA -STFU and offer real solutions otherwise go to hell with your prayers for those shot by the guns you promote. Just STFU..

    That’s it in a nutshell. If you disagree that is fine with me. It is still a free country after all.
    Now to the rants!!!!

    Another Day Another Shooting

    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

    Mr President
    Words matter
    your words matter

    your words of hate
    your words of division

    your words
    calling fellow human beings
    scum, vermit, flith
    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

    Chief of Staff
    You are absurd

    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 calls 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

    Another Mass Shooting at Shopping Center

    the Frank Zappa Song comes to mind
    as I contemplate the shopping scene massacre
    in El Paso

    Sadly, just another day
    in America these days
    You leave your house
    and enter a war zone

    with people
    who want to do you in
    because the color of your skin
    just does not agree with him

    And the Texas attorney general
    says that there is nothing they can do
    to prevent these outbreaks of mass violence
    just like the weather

    almost as if these things
    are like the proverbial acts
    of God

    but what kind of demented god
    would permit these daily outages
    these daily manifestations of evil?

    what is wrong with this country
    that we just accept
    that there is nothing we can do
    to stop the carnage in our streets?

    as more trouble comes every day
    Is there really nothing more to be done
    than to pray
    to a non-existent man in the sky?

    from relief
    from these trouble
    coming every day

    every day
    the same old story

    a man with a gun
    who shoots up a school

    a church a mosque
    a shopping mall
    a place of work

    and why
    why are they so consumed
    with hatred
    for their fellow humans

    that they can do this
    just start shooting people
    for no reason

    just pull evil
    came to town
    that day

    is there a god
    that we can pray to
    for relief from such evil?

    or has Satan
    come to rule
    us ?

    a thousand year of tribulation
    is this the beginning
    of the end of days?

    I have no answers at all
    other than that tomorrow
    will be another day
    of carnage

    another day of evil
    and there is no way
    to delay
    that trouble coming every day

    It’s a Gun Situation, Mr. President

    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
    Are White People
    killing other white people
    Not Islamic terrorists

    Most are in fact
    Self-proclaimed Christians
    Many of whom
    support you

    Like the killer
    In El Paso
    Texas

    who says
    he is a big fan

    So Mr. President
    When will you come
    to your senses

    And do what
    90 percent of the public wants

    Enact nationwide 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?

    Based on following article

    https://www.nytimes.com/2017/11/07/world/americas/mass-shootings-us-international.html

    Prayer Works

    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 yes Guns killed them
    shot them dead

    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

    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

    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.”

    Prayer doesn’t work.

    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.

    Read more at http://www.patheos.com/blogs/friendlyatheist/2017/11/07/paul-ryan-to-far-secular-left-after-mass-shootings-prayer-works/#lRoERftPWPR1Ocfe.99

    Dear Governor Abbot

    You say that you are a Christian
    Yet you have the gall
    to say that the proper response
    To the evil acts

    of the deranged gun man
    Who shot up a church

    Is to work closer with God
    And that evil people
    will find ways
    To commit evil acts

    And that there is
    nothing the government

    Can do to stop this madness
    It is the price of our freedom

    Why can’t you wake up
    And see that you can lead

    The way out of this madness?
    Thousands of people die
    Each year from guns in this country

    Turning everyone into prisoners
    Into their own homes
    Afraid to walk outside
    For fear that a nut job

    With a gun
    Will blow them away
    In Church, at the store
    In traffic
    at the neighborhood Walmart

    And you and your NRA buddies
    Think the answer

    Is to arm everyone to the teeth
    And I wonder how Jesus

    Would react to how
    You have so misunderstood his message?

    You Sir are not a Christian
    And you Sir are going to not like

    What God has to say to you
    On Judgement day

    We have evil that occurs in this world, whether it be a terrorist who uses a truck to mow down bikers in New York City, whether it be a terrorist who uses bombs or knives to stab people, or other terrorist who use vehicles, whether it be in Nice, France, or any other place in the entire world, who mow down people.

    And I’m going to use the words of the citizens of Sutherland Springs themselves, and that is, they want to work together for love to overcome evil, and you do that by working with God.

    http://www.patheos.com/blogs/progressivesecularhumanist/2017/11/texas-governor-fight-gun-massacres-working-god/?utm_medium=email&utm_source=BRSS&utm_campaign=Nonreligious&utm_content=367

  • April 2018 Poems

    April 2018 Poems

    April 2018 poems

    In 2017, I I participated in my first April Month of Poetry poetry challenge. The goal, write one poem per day during the month and post them.  i completed a bit more than 30 and posted them on triferet journal @ http://tiferetjournal.com and on a special community facebook page  https://www.facebook.com/tiferetapril2018poemathon/ .
    I also posted them on All Poetry, https://allpoetry.com/Jake_Aller#t_main and

    https://allpoetry.com/group/14865-National_Poetry_Month_at_Allpoetry

    Poetry Soup  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, (add link)

    https://creativetalentsunleashed.com/

    *and Writing.com poetic forms forum. (add link)

    https://www.writing.com/main/portfolio/view/jcosmos

    as well as posting them daily on all poetry, writers digest and on my blog (which I did not have in 2017 and 2018.

    I tried this year to experiment with more formal verse forms which is one of my creative goals this year.  Writers Digest has a great list, as does All poetry, poetry Soup, Magnum Poetry Opus.  For more info on formal verse forms see

    https://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 2018 Poems:

    Index

    • published

    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
    < Aril 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
    em>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 

    Audio Clips

    April 1 to April 5

    April 6  to April  10

    April   15 to April 20

    April 20 to April 29

    April 30 Hitchhiking Tales

    April 1

    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 the 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

    April 02 –

     2017 How Much I Despise You

     

    Following 2016
    the second worst year ever
    Will 2018 be any better ?

    And what we have suffered
    The darkness settles on the land
    Like a curse on the land

    As our mad demented senile
    dotard king wannabe
    Struts about the world’s stage
    Ushering America’s inevitable decline

    April 03 –

    Angela Haiku

    Every day I wake up
    To the love of my long life
    And say Thanks to God

    April 04,-

    Trump’s Wall Against Reason

    The President wants to build a wall
    Against the southern hordes
    Another great wall
    To keep the barbarians out

    He wants to build a wall
    Against reason
    Against science
    Against the modern world

    Hiding behind the wall
    On the southern border

    Desperately trying to keep them out
    The unwashed masses
    The undocumented
    The illegals

    Streaming across the border
    Seeking to wreck the pure land

    Murderous hordes
    Rapists, drug dealers
    Coming to take our land over

    As he stands on the border
    Trying to stop the hordes himself

     

    April 05th

    It Has Been Done Before

    Before Trump’s Wall
    There were many other walls

    The Berlin Wall
    The Great Wall
    Hadrian’s Wall

    All the walls

    of the ancient world
    All failed
    To keep the enemies out

    The enemies of freedom
    The enemies of the state
    Still came across the border

    To loot, steal, rape and plunder
    And nothing could stop
    The flood of history

    April 06

    Walls Divide Us

    In Modern America
    We all live in gated communities
    Trying desperately to keep them out

    Out of sight
    Out of mind
    And out of our lives

    And yet we fail
    Fail to accept the others
    Are human beings

    Are our fellow creatures
    As we wall ourselves off
    Into our separate communities

    We lose our humanity
    And we lose ourselves
    As we hide in our walls
    Hide in our bubbles

    April 07

    Mr. Trump

    Please tear down this wall
    Please open up your heart
    Please stop this madness

    We are all Americans
    We are all one people

    And your wall
    Will not stop us
    From becoming one people

    Please tear down this wall
    Please build bridges to the future
    Please open your heart
    And let the love shine through

     

    April 8

    Angela

    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

    April 9

    Trump

    The President of the United States
    Republican Leader of the Free world
    Uber ales nations
    Muttering insanities
    Preposterous Nonsensical tweets

     

     

    April 10th,

    Putin

    Post Modern Leader
    Uniting all the Russians
    Triumphant against all enemies
    Including the Great Satan
    Nevertheless always living in fear

    April 11

    Hiking in the Spring Time Snow

    Talking a walk in the mountains
    In the spring time snow
    Snow falling down all over the trail

    As I wander through the hills
    Breathing the early spring smells
    And seeing the world covered in white magic
    The last remnants of the winter’s touch

    Before the spring time gambol of flowers
    Overwhelms nature once again
    Preparing for the summer’s hellish heat

     

    April 12

    Met My Fate Haiku

    I met my late fate
    In a bar room face one night
    My fate started that date

     

     

    April 13 -,

    Learning 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

     

     

    April 14 –

    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

     

     

    April 15 –

    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 wandering  in 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

     

     

    April 16,-

    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

    April 17th

    Five Signs of the Apocalypse

    One

    Watching the evening news
    Spin forth
    the latest scandals de jour

    The fake news and spin

    The daily propaganda
    And the utter destruction
    of common sense
    And reason

    The thought comes to mind
    Are we living in the end of times
    Is the Apocalypse drawing neigh?

    Two

    The signs of the coming
    of the end times
    Have been endlessly debated

    Among the
    Christian right wing blog sphere
    Ever since Israel was reborn

    Apparently
    triggering the cosmic count down

    “According to Revelation 12, a pregnant woman will be hunted by a satanic seven-headed dragon eager to eat her unborn child. The woman will be clothed with the “sun, with the moon under her feet and a crown of twelve stars on her head. She brought forth a man-child, who was to rule all nations with a rod of iron: and her child was caught up unto God and to his throne. The Scripture continues to explain that the “woman was given two wings of a great eagle, that she might fly into the wilderness, into her place, where she is nourished for a time, and times, and half a time, from the face of the serpent.”

    But the pending eclipse is
    another astronomical sign
    the end is near
    and that the Rapture is fast approaching.

    ….the image will be created in the sky on Sept. 23. …..Virgo represents the woman

    in Revelations 12 who will be clothed in sunlight.
    She will be in position over the moon
    and under the nine stars and three planets.

    ….More importantly, to trust

    the right God,” he reported to the publication. “If people want to be ready, the one thing you can do is accept what He has offered, which is the gift of grace and forgiveness. That’s all we have to do to be ready.”

    Yet September 23 end
    and the world is still here.
    Are there other signs
    that the end is near?

    All of this

    is speculation as Jesus said He didn’t know the date or hour when the Almighty would close the final chapter on mankind. Scripture clearly states in Mathew 24:36 that no one knows when the end will be. “But of that day and hour, no one

    knows, not even the angels of heaven, but My Father only.”

    Three

    Yet the fear persists in my heart

    As I watch the news
    The days grow darker

    Moment by moment
    The light of reason
    Seems to be replaced

    By famines, rumors of war
    and false prophets galore

    All in according
    to revelations
    the false prophets claim

    Gods plan
    unfolding as we speak

    “Things like wars, earthquakes, famine and technology (implanted microchips in our bodies already have been tested by BioNyfiken in Sweden) all point that we are moving toward Jesus’ return.

    “The prophecy of Daniel 2 alone shows we are in the time of the end and all the other evidence proves we are in the very end times,” the site reported. They

    indicated that the world was going to a 100 percent cashless system and how the “powers of this world are now trying to make cash obsolete, and are actively pushing pure electronic forms of payment, like PayPal and Google Wallet for instance. Take a look at the news and you will see this being reported in different countries of the world.”

    Yes this has occurred already.
    In India they wiped out the 100 rupee note

    in an attempt to go cashless all at once !
    and it failed.

    Yes the signs are all about us
    If only we have eyes to see
    And ears to hear
    And minds to understand

    Four

    “Non-Christians will find it hard to believe we are living in the last days of earth’s history. It’s in the Bible,

    II Peter 3:3-4, TLB.

     

    “First, I want to remind you that in the last days there will come scoffers who will do every wrong they can think of, and laugh at the truth. This will be their line of argument: ‘So Jesus promised to come back, did He? Then where is He? He’ll never come! Why, as far back as anyone can remember everything has remained exactly as it was since the first day of creation.’”

    Yes, why has not Jesus come back?

    Is that yet another sign the end is near?
    They all say the coming of the Antichrist

    is a sign of the end.

    “It’s in the Bible, I John 2:18, NKJV. “

    “Little children, it is the last hour; and as you have heard that the Antichrist is coming, even now many antichrists have come, by which we know that it is the last hour.”

    What moral conditions will be characteristic of society in the last days? It’s in the Bible, II Timothy

    3:1-5, NIV.

    “But mark this: There will be terrible times in the last days. People will be lovers of themselves, lovers of money, boastful, proud, abusive, disobedient to their parents, ungrateful, unholy, without love, unforgiving, slanderous, without self-control, brutal, not lovers of the good, treacherous, rash, conceited, lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God—having a form of godliness but denying its power. Have nothing to do with them.”

    And this is so true in the era of Trump
    and the new oligarchs who have taken over

    The swamp monsters have come out
    of the dark slimly corners of America

    Proclaiming
    it is their time to come out
    And openly
    rule the world

    And the bible confirms
    this dire prophecy

    Five

    “Talk of peace and safety are a sign of the last days. It’s in the Bible, I Thessalonians 5:2-3, NIV.

    “For you know very well that the day of the Lord will come like a thief in the night. While people are saying, ‘Peace and safety,’ destruction will come on them suddenly, as labor pains on a pregnant woman, and they will not escape.”

    The gospel will go to the whole world and the end will come. It’s in the Bible, Matthew 24:14, NIV. “And this gospel of the kingdom will be preached in the whole world as a testimony to all nations, and then the end will come.”

    Yes, I say on to you

    When talk of peace in the world is upon us
    When the Korean lions lay down their weapons

    And proclaim their new found brotherhood
    Perhaps the end times are finally coming to pass

    “We have seen how seven biblically prophesied circumstances could not have come to pass until recent times. In fact, the establishment of the state of Israel in 1948 was clearly a major turning point in the fulfillment of Bible prophecy, as was the acquisition of the hydrogen bomb by the two superpowers of the 1950s that led to the period of mutually assured destruction.

    All has now become possible. This, in turn, makes it much more likely that our generation will live to see Jesus Christ return and establish the Kingdom of God on earth. After all, Jesus Himself said that once these things begin, the generation alive at that time “will by no means pass away till all these things take place” (Matthew 24:34).”

    And so, we close
    Where we began

    Fearing
    that the end of the world
    is coming

    How it will end
    is beyond anyone’s guess

    Perhaps
    the zombie apocalypse
    will end civilization

    More likely
    nuclear war
    and nuclear winter
    Will doom us all

    Perhaps a super volcano
    Will blow us all to hell

    Perhaps alien invaders
    will take us over

    Exterminating us
    as we try to do
    to the Native Americans

    Perhaps
    an AI will
    take us over

    Leading us
    To terminator Land

    Perhaps
    the rapture will occur

    And the grim events
    In revelations
    will come to pass

    And perhaps
    nothing will happen

    We will somehow survive
    The end times

    But I am afraid
    That the end times are coming
    Sooner than we think

    And so, the world ends
    Much as it began

    With a big bang
    Or a soft whimper

    God only knows
    And he is silent as usual

    April 18th

    Emperor Surveys the Eastern Sea


    The Emperor of the known world
    Stood out on his balcony
    In the eastern sea palace

    Surveying the wilds of the Eastern Sea
    Wondering who
    or what lived across the sea

    Or if there were lands there
    As rumored by all

    Lands ruled
    by nameless
    bearded ape like men

    The Emperor of all the Lands
    Ruled all the known world

    From the imperial capitol
    He had build in the dessert

    He ruled all he could see
    From the Eastern Shore

    To the wild waste lands
    Beyond the great wall

    The Emperor had fought hard
    Over the years

    To unify the people
    Under one banner

    Fighting against the wild ones
    Of the Western wastes

    And their allies the witches
    Of the inner world

    And yet he was not satisfied
    He knew that

    he would have to lead
    And expedition to the lands
    Beyond the eastern Sea

    And he could rest
    Until he had finally
    Conquered the known universe

    Bringing it
    under imperial control

    That was his destiny
    To rule the known
    and unknow universe

    As foretold by imperial soothsayers
    And the prophetic books of ancient days

     

     

    April 19 –

    The General Unleashes the Kraken

    General Lee
    Stared out at the Eastern Sea

    Wondering what was out there
    On the other end

    But today he had a mission
    He was going to show
    The Emperor

    That his sailors had captured
    The dreaded kraken sea monster
    And had figured out how to ride it

    And they were going
    to release the kraken

    As they put down
    the latest rebellion
    Among the restive folks
    of the Eastern Shore

    Who were resisting
    becoming part of the Empire
    The general ordered
    Release the Kraken

    And the kraken
    A huge sea dragon

    Came out of is dark dungeon
    And two sailors climbed on board

    And the Kraken
    went into the ocean
    And attacked the fishing
    crafts of the villagers

    Killing everyone in a few minutes
    Of frenzied violence

    The kraken came back
    And the sailors
    climbed off its back

    And the kraken attacked them
    Killing them
    in a frenzied act of further violence

    The emperor turned to the general
    Very impressive

    But needs a bit of work don’t you think?

    The kraken looked up at the general
    And screamed out curses

    Saying
    that the kraken

    worked for no man

    And that other kraken would be summoned
    To revenge the attack on the kraken’s honor

    And he leaped up
    Grabbed the general and the Emperor
    And dove into the ocean —

     

     

    April 20, –

    Plead to the Computer Gods

    Today I woke up
    As I usually do

    To yet another mystifying morning
    Of unspecified computer errors

    Could not get the computer to work
    Then when I finally got it to work
    After an half an hour

    Microsoft word did not load
    And when it did

    I finally located my work
    From yesterday

    I had to find it in the roaming file
    Why?

    Who knows?

    Only to find
    That most of what I wrote
    Had vanished into the ether

    No explanation no warning

    It was there saved yesterday
    And now gone for ever

    Once I did an experiment

    Tracking computer errors for a week
    75% of the time I encountered errors

    Most of the time simple
    Screen freezes
    no response message

    Then when I recovered
    the program
    The data was gone

    Microsoft has yet to respond
    to my e-mail

    I suppose I need to do it again

    But today I will close with a prayer
    To the Computer Gods

    Just once I would like
    You to do what you are supposed to do

    Open my documents
    Save my work

    And not give me any errors
    Crashes or other unspecified problems

    Is that too much to ask

    Oh, Computer Gods

    Just once
    Do what you are supposed to do

    That is all I ask of you

     

    April 21

    Number of the Beast

    Behold a vision
    A nightmare

    The legendary beast of revelations
    Comes alive
    Sniffs the air

    Assuming the mantel of leadership
    Turning into the Orange man
    With unnatural hair

    Spewing forth sweet sounding nonsense
    Spraying hate with every word
    Inciting the world into madness

    He continues
    into the halls of power
    Walks down the street
    Unleashing hell on earth

    Soon all know
    the number of the beast

    666

    As he prepares the world
    To accept the anti-Christ

    And all bow down
    To worship their new master

    As he leads the world
    to hell itself

     

     

    April 22nd

    The Neo Fascists are let loose

    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

     

     

    April 23 -,

    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

     

     

    April 25

    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

     

     

    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

     

    April 24

    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 —

    April 26

    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

     

     

    April 27 –

    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

     

     

    April 28,

    It is God’s will they say

    It is God’s will they say
    The neofascists 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

    April 29—

    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

     

     

    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 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 looked Jewish

    As I had
    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 misinformation
    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

     

  • 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?
    • Published

    Audio Clips

    April 1 to April 5

    April 6 Wagontire

    April 7 to April 12

    April 10 to April 15

    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

    Lithia Springs</strong 

    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
    wagontire wiki entry

    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

  • Making American Sports Great Again

    Making American Sports Great Again

    making American Sports Great Again

    What is Wrong with Professional Sports and how to Fix It

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    American Professional sports are in trouble! Attending a professional sports game has become unaffordable for the average person and that is a damn shame. Fewer children are learning how to play in school as schools cut back on sports and fitness programs due to costs, liability issues and changing preferences among the public. Sports teams are losing their connections to their local communities.

    Yes, the state of American professional sports is deplorable. But I have a solution.

    Making the game affordable!!!

    We start by making the games affordable for the average person. My ire is directed against the NFL but my comments apply equally to all the major sports. Right now, if one wanted to attend a professional game one would have to spend hundreds of dollars to get tickets, go to the stadium and spend a small fortune for food and drinks. Totally preposterous in my opinion.

    I call upon the NFL to end the practice of only selling high price season tickets to a select few. They should sell tickets at a price that people could afford to attend a game. Perhaps setting the average ticket at 10 dollars? And on game days, sell remaining tickets for 5 dollars. Thereby filling up the stadium for every game. That would generate excitement and generate loyalty among the fan base. Better for everyone than the current system where the average price of tickets are about 100 dollars a ticket if one can be obtained at all.

    Expanding number of professional teams

    I think that there are too few professional teams. There is a market for football that is not being met. At a minimum there should be a professional sports team in every major metropolitan area, and in some areas more than one team could compete.

    There are some obvious places that could and should have a team. Sacramento, California? Portland, Oregon? Reno, Nevada? Salt Lake City? There could be up to 60 teams competing across the country. I would also add teams in Mexico and merge with the Canadian football league as well.

    The season should be extended as well so that there are 25 to 30 season games prior to the play offs.

    Expanding Overseas

    I would expand the NFL franchise worldwide setting up a real league in Europe, Latin America and Asia. Why not? This would apply to baseball, basketball, hockey as well as Football.

    Real Super Bowl

    I would make the super bowl a real super bowl. I would take the best teams of each of the regional leagues and have them compete with the top two teams playing in the Super Bowl. There is no reason why this could not become the biggest game of the year across the world.

    World Cup Baseball

    I would change the way the world series is done. Each country that has pro baseball (there are over 32) would choose their national champions and then the champions would compete in a world cup of baseball held in the early Spring. For example, if the SF Giants won the North American series they would represent North America in the world cup of baseball, and represent the US in the Olympics as well.

    World Cup for Basketball

    I would change the way the way that Basketball selects their champions. Each country that has pro baseball (there are over 32) would choose their national champions and then the champions would compete in a world cup of basketball held in the summer. For example, if the SF Giants won the North American series they would represent North America in the world cup of baseball, and represent the US in the Olympics as well.

    World Cup for Hockey

    For hockey I would expand the number of teams playing professionally, and expand overseas as well. The top teams would compete for a world cup of hockey to be played in early Summer.

    Changing the World Cup for Soccer to a once a Year format

    I would change how teams are selected to play in the world cup. Each soccer playing nation would select their national champion who would then compete in an annual world cup. For example, DC United might win the North American series then compete in the World cup to represent North America, and they would also compete in the Olympics.

    Adopting local schools and colleges

    To develop the next generation of players and fans, I would have the professional teams adopt local school districts and colleges and fully fund sports programs. They would do this in cooperation with the other professional teams in the region. The school districts would have a fully funded sports program. Professional athletes would volunteer to serve as coaches during the off season. The student athletes would be given passes so that they could attend professional games for free. This one action would guarantee that children grown up having the opportunity to play sports and generate excitement for the game among the next generation. And it would not cost the professional team a lot of money, and generate a tremendous amount of good will.
    Requiring professional athletes to have a degree, and helping them
    Find jobs after retirement

    All the professional sports federations would jointly agree that they would only hire professional athletes who have finished their college playing days with a degree. They could compete in the professional league for one year on a provisional contract but must have their degree in hand before they begin their second year. I would make the standard contract five years so that players really become part of their communities.

    With the proliferation of overseas teams, I would also bring in the best foreign players as well as letting US athletes play overseas as well.

    Finally, after a professional athlete ‘s career is over, the professional teams would make every effort to help the professional athlete stay involve with the game by assisting them in getting full time employment as coaches across the country.

    Changing the incentive structure so winning means more money per player, loosing means lots lets money per player

    Right now, it seems that sometimes professional athletes are phoning it in so to speak. So, I would change the compensation so that winning teams get most of the proceeds from a game, with the loosing team getting their costs covered. This little change would make the games so much more exciting as athletes would have a real incentive to compete

    Setting up a North American Sports Commission to oversee professional sports across North America – Consisting of head of NFL, MLB, NBA, MLSS, Hockey, Tennis, Golf, Bowling, Track and Field and Olympics

    I would set up Public private partnership to set policy for professional sports in North America including Caribbean, annual conference after the week after the world super bowl followed by the drafting for professional sports teams (all at the same time) just before the beginning of Baseball, soccer etc.

    Thus, the NFL would become the NFL commissioner, etc. The head of the North American professional sports commissions would be the NFL commissioner. His or her job would be to coordinate all aspects of the game along with his/her counterparts in the other sports leagues and the Olympics, Pro Golfing, Pro Tennis, Pro Bowling and track and field.

    Each city would have its own sports commission consisting of the heads of the local professional sports teams, and the university athletes’ directors. The sports federation would also have players serve on the commission as well.

    With these modest proposals enacted, American professional sports can regain their rightful role in America life.

    Jake Cosmos Aller

    My thoughts on the dismal state of Baseball and what can be done to bring it back. I sent this letter off to MLB but they never responded. Their lost.

    Letter to MLB

    Commissioner
    Baseball is in crisis. Its long term viability as America’s pastime is in serious question as fewer people especially younger viewers are baseball fans. The solution is for MLB to take bold steps to restore Baseball as America’s pastime if not the world’s pastime.
    Here’s my proposal to turn MLB around. It requires bold action, and considerable investment of time and resources to grow the sport.
    There are four basic elements to my proposal.
    First a dramatic expansion of baseball so that there are major league team teams in every state in the US, every province in Canada, and Mexico, and in the DR, PI, and Venezuela and Nicaragua. That would mean expanding the number of teams to 120 teams from the 35 teams that exist today.
    This would not be as difficult to accomplish as you might first think. First you would convert minor league teams into major league teams. You would make sure that there is a major league team in each state in the U.S., each Canadian province, each Mexican State and in the baseball playing countries of the Caribbean, and in Asia and Europe as well, making it a real world sport.
    Each team would play mostly in its region which will be as follows:
    Northwest League
    Southwest League
    South East League
    Northeast League
    Central League
    And Caribbean/Mexican League
    Asia League
    European League
    This would make it more affordable for teams to travel as they would mostly be playing against teams in their region.
    The leagues would be adjusted a bit to ensure that they are all about the same number of teams.
    And there would be intense regional rivals for example in the Bay area there would be regular games between SF and Oakland.
    There would also be expansion to ensure that all major markets have a team. For example, in California we would add a team in Sacramento and San Jose. And we would add a team in Las Vegas, and Portland.
    At the end of the season the North American champion would be crowned and that champion would advance to the world cup every four years. Otherwise they would just be the national champion. See below for the world cup discussion.
    Second, each team would adopt a local school district and local college.
    To grow baseball’s future fan, base each team would adopt a local school district and local college fully funding baseball programs in the local school and college including scholarships for talented students to go to college.
    This would also involve players and team officials serving as coaches and advisors in the local schools helping them develop and expand their baseball programs.
    MLB would also recruit for their teams from the local colleges that they sponsor. And MLB would also only accept as players athletes who have finished their college programs with a degree setting an example to the other major sport franchises that MLB values education and wants to ensure that their athletes finish their education before beginning their professional sporting career.
    I think that the NFL, and NBA should follow suit. It is disgusting that major league sports take student athletes before they graduate and then after a few years spit them out without them having had a chance to earn their degrees.
    So, MBA should step up to the plate and say,
    If you want to play in the majors, you must finish your degree before your first game, or within one year or we will cut you from playing. That would help the student athletes, and well be the right thing to do.
    Third, each team would guarantee that a certain percentage of their tickets would be affordable.
    Attending a major sports event costs too much money. To grow the fan, base each team would sell half price tickets on game day and one hour before the game sell the remaining tickets for five dollars thus making baseball affordable to everyone. And they would treat the families of their school programs and college programs to free baseball games. And they would also each week sponsor free tickets for those in need – people living in shelters, people living with chronic illnesses etc.
    Fourth a world cup format would replace the world series.
    All countries that play baseball would be invited to participate in the world cup of baseball. At the end of the season in October the national teams from at least 64 countries would play in the world cup which will be held every fourth year. The US will host the first world cup, and then sponsorship will rotate around all the participating countries so all 64 countries will eventually get to host a world cup of baseball.
    Setting up a North American Sports Commission to oversee professional sports across North America – Consisting of head of NFL, MLB, NBA, MLSS, Hockey, Tennis, Golf, Bowling, Track and Field and Olympics

    I would set up Public private partnership to set policy for professional sports in North America including Caribbean, annual conference after the week after the world super bowl followed by the drafting for professional sports teams (all at the same time) just before the beginning of Baseball, soccer etc.

    Thus, the NFL would become the NFL commissioner, etc. The head of the North American professional sports commissions would be the NFL commissioner. His or her job would be to coordinate all aspects of the game along with his/her counterparts in the other sports leagues and the Olympics, Pro Golfing, Pro Tennis, Pro Bowling and track and field.

    Each city would have its own sports commission consisting of the heads of the local professional sports teams, and the university athletes’ directors. The sports federation would also have players serve on the commission as well.

    With this modest proposal enacted, American professional sports can regain their rightful role in America life.

    If the MLB were to take these steps they would dramatically turn the sport around.
    Thank you for taking the time to read my proposal and I look forward to hearing back from you staff and I hope that you can implement some of my ideas and I hope that MLB will continue to expand and prosper.
    Thank you
    Jake Aller
    Life time SF Giant and Oakland A’s fan

    Letter to NFL
    I write the following letter to the NFL commissioner
    NFL Commissioner:
    Now that the NFL has approved the Raiders move to Las Vegas, it is time to consider an ambitious NFL expansion program.
    The NFL is facing a crisis in a few years. More and more schools and colleges are dropping football programs due to costs, liability issues and the perceived danger of the sport.

    Attending a football game is a prohibitive expense for most people. And most people think that the NFL owners are out of touch billionaires who don’t care about the community, and don’t care about the welfare of the players.

    Because of these issues the fan base has begun to shrink and will continue to shrink. People have options in their sports entertainment and fewer are opting to spend it watching football.

    The NFL must combat these issues and the best way to do is through an expansion program, coupled with plans to make games more affordable and community outreach programs including fully funding football programs at local schools and colleges.

    If the NFL caries out these reforms, the game will continue to prosper. If the NFL does not, then football will decline and become a minor sport.

    Regarding the expansion program, the NFL should rename itself the North American Football League and merge with the Canadian Football league and then set up teams in Mexico and the Caribbean. Domestically the NFL should ensure that almost every state has at least one NFL team, and many states will have multiple teams. Perhaps 75 in total.

    At a minimum, I would make sure that SF/Oakland has a team again, Sacramento has a team, Portland Oregon, and has a team as well as all the other major cities that do not have teams currently. The Dakotas should have only one team, and perhaps Rhode Island could share a team with Delaware. NYC perhaps could have five teams, Chicago an additional team.

    Mexico could have five to ten teams, Canada could have five to ten teams, and there should be teams in the DR, PR, Virgin Islands, and Guam.

    Then the NFL should set up an European league, (with UK teams) and an Asian-Pacific league with teams from India, China to Japan.

    The schedule should be expanded to start in July and end in January. Game days should be Sunday, Tuesday and Thursday to allow for expanded travel.

    The North American League should be sub-divided into five zones NE, NW, SW, SE, and Mexico, Caribbean.

    Teams would compete within their zones until the play offs with a few inter league games per season.

    Along with this I would suggest that the NFL set up a World Cup for Football and replace the Super bowl with an American Bowl followed by World Cup championship perhaps every four years. The way the new super bowl would work is that each country that plays American football would send their championship teams to the Super bowl. There are about 10 to 20 countries that play American style football. the idea would be a round robin with the champions of each nation competing with the two finalists going one on one.

    For the first super bowl the North American champions would host it, then afterwards the North American team would have to compete for the bowl slot. The major difference between the super bowl and the world cup would be that there would not be national teams competing rather each country would send their top winning team which wins their national championship forward.

    I would also suggest that the NFL create a formal partnership with local Universities and local school districts. The NFL teams could adopt local high schools and colleges where they would provide support, training, tickets and scholarships to students to play football at college. the support for the local schools would be covering the cost of having local football teams at each high school in the districts that are nearest the host affiliate.

    The cost of having football programs at high school and colleges is prohibitive for many districts and smaller colleges which inhibit the growth and development of the game. You have to grow fans by growing players and support at the local level. It is time that the NFL show some real leadership to develop the game that we all love.

    The top graduating students from those local colleges would be invited to compete each year to join the local NFL affiliate. And I would require that all college athletics competing to join a NFL team must graduate before being able to play. Having a graduation rule would send a very positive signal that the NFL really supports the idea of the student athletic program and would guarantee that those players who only play one or two seasons at least have their college degree behind them.

    Doing this community outreach on a major scale will help tremendously expand the base for football and grow new generations of fans. The cost would be modest but the payoff would be tremendous.

    The final part of the outreach program should be making attending a game affordable again. To be frank attending a game is a huge expense for most people. I would reserve 25 percent of tickets for same day sales at a deep discount with tickets being given out for free just before the game. And I would ensue that 10 percent of the tickets cost 10 dollars each. I would also sponsor free tickets for various groups including nursing homes, veteran groups and community groups at each game.

    This will fill the stadiums, increase revenue and increase the excitement of the game making attending a game affordable again.

    A final point, the NFL should partner with the local cities, and other sports teams to build and maintain a world class multi-use stadium. There is no reason why the stadium could not be shared by the other sports teams, colleges and school districts. And be made available for special events. The city should own and manage the facility but a board of directors with representatives from the various other teams, universities and high schools should be on the board of directors. The stadium should also feature mostly local brands. The cost of building the stadium should be jointly shared but the NFL should pay the lion’s share of the cost as a good will gesture.
    Setting up a North American Sports Commission to oversee professional sports across North America – Consisting of head of NFL, MLB, NBA, MLSS, Hockey, Tennis, Golf, Bowling, Track and Field and Olympics

    I would set up Public private partnership to set policy for professional sports in North America including Caribbean, annual conference after the week after the world super bowl followed by the drafting for professional sports teams (all at the same time) just before the beginning of Baseball, soccer etc.

    Thus, the NFL would become the NFL commissioner, etc. The head of the North American professional sports commissions would be the NFL commissioner. His or her job would be to coordinate all aspects of the game along with his/her counterparts in the other sports leagues and the Olympics, Pro Golfing, Pro Tennis, Pro Bowling and track and field.

    Each city would have its own sports commission consisting of the heads of the local professional sports teams, and the university athletes’ directors. The sports federation would also have players serve on the commission as well.

    With these modest proposals enacted, American professional sports can regain their rightful role in America life.

    I believe that if the NFL adopts such a comprehensive far reaching expansion program the sport would become the world dominating sport it should be.
    I welcome your comments.

    Letter to the NBA
    Dear Commissioner,
    Basketball is in crisis. Its long term viability as America’s pastime is in serious question as fewer people especially younger viewers are basketball fans. The solution is for NBA to take bold steps to restore basketball as America’s pastime if not the world’s pastime.
    Here’s my proposal to turn NBA around. It requires bold action, and considerable investment of time and resources to grow the sport.
    There are five basic elements to my proposal.
    First a dramatic expansion of basketball so that there are major league team teams in every state in the US, every province in Canada, and Mexico, and in the DR, PI, and Venezuela and Nicaragua. That would mean expanding the number of teams to 120 teams from the 35 teams that exist today.
    This would not be as difficult to accomplish as you might first think. First you would convert minor league teams into major league teams. You would make sure that there is a major league team in each state in the U.S., each Canadian province, each Mexican State and in the basketball playing countries of the Caribbean, and in Asia and Europe as well, making it a real world sport.
    Each team would play mostly in its region which will be as follows:
    Northwest League
    Southwest League
    South East League
    Northeast League
    Central League
    And Caribbean/Mexican League
    Asia League
    European League
    This would make it more affordable for teams to travel as they would mostly be playing against teams in their region.
    The leagues would be adjusted a bit to ensure that they are all about the same number of teams.
    And there would be intense regional rivals for example in the Bay area there would be regular games between SF and Oakland.
    There would also be expansion to ensure that all major markets have a team. For example, in California we would add a team in San Jose. And we would add a team in Las Vegas, and elsewhere. The goal would be that every state would have at least one professional basketball team to root for. Wouldn’t that be wonderful?
    At the end of the season the North American champion would be crowned and that champion would advance to the world cup every four years. Otherwise they would just be the national champion. See below for the world cup discussion.
    Second, each team would adopt a local school district and local college.
    To grow basketball’s future fan base, each team would adopt a local school district and local college fully funding basketball programs in the local school and college including scholarships for talented students to go to college.
    This would also involve players and team officials serving as coaches and advisors in the local schools helping them develop and expand their basketball programs.
    The NBA would also recruit for their teams from the local colleges that they sponsor. And the NBA, and other professional sports leagues, would also only accept as players athletes who have finished their college programs with a degree setting an example to the other major sport franchises that NBA values education and wants to ensure that their athletes finish their education before beginning their professional sporting career.
    I think that the NFL, MLB, MLSS, Hockey, Tennis and Golfing should follow suit. It is disgusting that major league sports take student athletes before they graduate and then after a few years spit them out without them having had a chance to earn their degrees.
    So, the NBA should step up to the plate and say,
    If you want to play in the majors, you must finish your degree before your first game, or within one year or we will cut you from playing. That would help the student athletes, and is the right thing to do.
    Third, each team would guarantee that a certain percentage of their tickets would be affordable.
    Attending a major sports event costs too much money. To grow the fan base, each team would sell half price tickets on game day and one hour before the game sell the remaining tickets for five dollars thus making basketball affordable to everyone. And they would treat the families of their school programs and college programs to free basketball games. And they would also each week sponsor free tickets for those in need – people living in shelters, people living with chronic illnesses etc.
    Fourth, a world cup format would replace the NBA Championship Game.
    All countries that play basketball would be invited to participate in the world cup of basketball. At the end of the season in October the national teams from at least 64 countries would play in the world cup which will be held every fourth year. The US will host the first world cup, and then sponsorship will rotate around all the participating countries so all 64 countries will eventually get to host a world cup of basketball.
    Setting up a North American Sports Commission to oversee professional sports across North America – Consisting of head of NFL, MLB, NBA, MLSS, Hockey, Tennis, Golf, Bowling, Track and Field and Olympics

    I would set up Public private partnership to set policy for professional sports in North America including Caribbean, annual conference after the week after the world super bowl followed by the drafting for professional sports teams (all at the same time) just before the beginning of Baseball, soccer etc.

    Thus, the NFL would become the NFL commissioner, etc. The head of the North American professional sports commissions would be the NFL commissioner. His or her job would be to coordinate all aspects of the game along with his/her counterparts in the other sports leagues and the Olympics, Pro Golfing, Pro Tennis, Pro Bowling and track and field.

    Each city would have its own sports commission consisting of the heads of the local professional sports teams, and the university athletes’ directors. The sports federation would also have players serve on the commission as well.

    With these modest proposals enacted, American professional sports can regain their rightful role in America life.

    If the NBA were to take these steps they would dramatically turn the sport around.
    Thank you for taking the time to read my proposal and I look forward to hearing back from you staff and I hope that you can implement some of my ideas and I hope that NBA will continue to expand and prosper.
    Thank you

    Jake Aller
    Life time Golden State Warriors fans