The World According to Cosmos

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  • Cosmos Joins Instagram Poets

    Cosmos Joins Instagram Poets

    Cosmos Joins Instagram Poets!

    Cosmos Joins Instagram Poets!

    have joined the Instagram poetry world. Just posted my first ten poems. Learned a lot. Had to use an external software package as posting to Instagram from your computer is not user friendly. I gave up after trying to figure it out and downloaded a great program. I also learned that Instagram is perfect for smaller poems that can be linked to a visual image. Not so much for longer form poems. Fortunately I have lots of shorter poems as well as longer poems. So, I picked some of my cat poems plus one coffee poem for this exercise. The poems can be found here and at my Instagram account.cosmos’s instragram site Check it out.

    jake cosmos aller (@authorjakecosmosaller) • Instagram photos and videos
    looking out my window
    looking out my window. html

    alien cat civilization
    alien cat universe
    alien cats

    epic battle between the cats and humans

    https://www.instagram.com/p/BspV040g1Ef/

    god help us save us from the cats

    god save us from the cats

    watching cats hunt

    watching cats hunt
    wonder about cats

    early morning watching cats hunt

    watching cats hunt

    and my coffee poem,

    coffee desires

    xcoffee desires
    over the next few days I will post the remainder of my cat poems and some of my haiku poetry. Goal is to have about 25 posted by the end of the week. I also entered Rattle’s Instagram poetry contest. Since the deadline was today that was the motivation for me to get off my butt and finally learn how to become an Instagram poet.

    the audio for these poems are here. Note: I will be including audio recordings of all my poems from now on. it is a fun thing to do and I hope you like my sexy voice reading these poems with my full on Scorpio enthusiasm.

    Foliate Oak Literary Magazine will be publishing my poem, ‘Fake Things” Here’s the audio version

    and here’s the latest version

    Fake Things
    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?

    bonus poem for the day

    fake science
    Fake Science

    One of my secret guilty pleasures
    Is believing in fake science

    You know astrology, numerology, Chinese astrology
    Tarot cards, palm reading, handwriting analysis

    The gambler’s fallacy of lucky runs,
    and Myers bridge typology

    Objectively speaking these fake sciences
    Do not appear to have any real foundation
    Just belief that they tap
    Into deeper darker realms of knowledge

    Knowledge beyond our scientific understanding
    Yet in a sense
    Astrology is as real as it gets

    It is based on Jungian images
    Part of our collective unconscious

    And who knows
    There may be something to it
    I am a scorpion

    And a very passionate person indeed
    Almost stereotypical of the type

    Myers Bridge Typology
    I don’t get it

    Seems to be
    As about as accurate
    As Astrology

    And not as good
    As a pickup line

    Years ago
    A skeptical scientist
    Wanted to disprove palm reading

    He took photos of people
    Who had just died

    And asked palm readers
    To predict the age they would die

    The palm readers were not told
    they were already dead

    the palm readers predicted the age of death
    with a 50 percent accuracy rate

    far above the 25 chance
    they would get it right
    just from a random guest

    The gambler’s fallacy
    That there is such a thing
    As a run of luck in gambling
    Has been proven

    A scientist ran thousands of games of roulette
    And found that rather than forming a random pattern
    There was a pattern to the chaos
    An upward and downward spiral of returns

    So in a sense, the gamblers are right
    It is best to quit when you are on the high side
    And walk away when you start losing

    Hard to do
    Hard to predict

    Each time you start a new game
    A new slot machine
    The run starts over again

    So, one could apply this rule
    And make a little money
    At the casino’s expense

    Yeah I am a big fan
    Of the fake science

    Next step is to learn how to do tumbler, Pinterest, twitter,
    and youtube. Advice would be greatly appreciated. The ultimate goal is to have my poetry and fiction reach out across the cosmos as I am the Cosmos, you dig?

    For now, I will probably post once a week on these other sites as well as about poetry, poetry soup, hello poetry, Cosmosfunnel, sweek, open arts forum, scriggler, and poetry opus magnum as well as submitting to ten journals per week. But continue to use this site as my home base. I now have had over 1200 hits and 300 followers. Not too shabby for the first year of the world according to Cosmos.

  • American Dreams

    American Dreams

    Your one Phone call published my poem about visas called “American Dreams”. it is a bit cynical look at the visa process written when I was a visa officer in Mumbai, India back in 2003 when each day we had over 1,000 people lined up for their two minute chance at the getting a visa. Most were legitimate, perhaps 25 percent were fraudulent and as the fraud investigator I became quite cynical as I had seen it all.

    Needless to say this poem does not reflect the views of the US Government, my employer at the time.

    American Dreams

    visa applicants applying for Ameican dream
    visa line

    You see them
    Every morning

    Lined outside
    Any US Embassy
    Around the world

    The visa seekers
    The American Dream seekers

    The poor, the dispossessed
    The disenfranchised

    The marginalized
    The forgotten
    The left behinds

    Of the not so great society
    The rich, the mightily
    The powerful

    The beautiful
    All looking for a slice
    Of the American Dream

    Some to sample its delicious flavors
    Others to try to live

    Among its deceptive lures
    America beckons

    As it has for years and years
    Land of the free
    Home of the brave

    Lady Liberty
    Land where a dream

    And a little luck
    Can make you too

    The richest man alive
    So they line up

    Outside my office door
    Just to talk

    To the American Visa God
    Spin a tale

    Tell a story
    Play a game

    Pretend to be
    What the American Visa God needs

    And then you get
    Your piece of the American Pie
    And off you go

    Only to end up
    In a thousand neglected

    Backwaters of the American nightmare
    Flotsam

    Floating from one marginal
    Illegal job to another

    Prey to the predators
    Ever behind

    The rent demands
    For you see

    America is a rich habit
    It is expensive to maintain

    The first taste is free
    The rest will cost yah

    You life, your soul
    And 70 hours per week
    At sub-minimum wages

    Soon you will be speaking
    English

    With the poor, the disenfranchised
    The flotsam

    The neglected
    The left behinds

    The rich will ignore you
    Not know your name

    The poor will fear
    You will take their jobs away

    And your friends back home
    Will wait to hear

    About you became a big shot
    In the American land

    They don’t want to hear
    No tales of working at McDonald’s

    Working 70 hours a week
    At five jobs per day

    No, No, No
    That’s not the America

    They see on TV
    They want it now

    They want their MTV
    Where’s the babes?

    Where’s the parties?
    Where’s the sex with naked ladies

    Come on man,
    You’re holding out

    Tell us the tales
    Of Wild America

    And so they line up
    Each and every day

    Line up outside
    My office window

    And we have the power
    To set them free

    Some to enable them
    To dream the American dream

    Some to send to the American nightmare
    Others to go back home

    To wherever they come back
    They will be back

    They will be back
    Nothing will deter them

    Not even the lack
    Of a piece of paper

    From the American Visa God

    american dreams your one phone call

  • Reflections on the Passing of the Years

    Reflections on the Passing of the Years

    these are my reflections on the passing of the years

    Worst Year Ever

    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 worlds stage
    Ushering Americas inevitable decline

    As America’s foes and friends wonder
    Has America gone mad
    Turing over ultimate power to this man
    A con man narcistic criminal

    Self proclaimed smartest man in the room
    In reality a clueless reality TV hustler
    Whose sell by date has expired

    As he tries to make America great again
    For white Christian men

    The rest of the country 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?

    While the rest of the world
    Embraces the energy of the future
    And this 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

    The darkness will come
    But it will go away someday soon
    The great American nightmare will be over

    This is what I pray for 2018
    The end of the darkness
    that consumes our land
     
    COSMIC CALENDAR

    calendar months
    calendar months

    January

    January arrives cold as death warmed over
    As I make my annual list of resolutions
    Of the great things I would do

    The lies I tell myself to keep me going
    While recovering from the hangover of the year before
    With regrets for the evitable passing of time itself

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

    February

    February is a strange month
    Cold, short and eventful

    In the U.S. The political season heats up
    As politicians rush about

    Making their campaign lies
    Full of promises of things to come

    As we the 99 % huddle down inside
    Watching the lies on TV

    Outside Winter’s last dying breath

    March

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

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

    As we bravely battle the cosmic elements
    Waiting for the promised spring

    Hay fever greets me
    With the early spring flowers

    April

    April is indeed the cruelest month of all
    So many important events occurred

    Kim Il Sung’s Birthday, Hitler’s Birthday
    And in the U.S. the dreaded tax man cometh

    To take it all away as the flowers overwhelm
    And Spring Fever takes hold

    Driving us all mad
    With strange erotic desires

    May

    May is in many ways
    My second favorite month of all
    The flowers are blooming bright

    The mountains are aflame with desire
    The summer heat is coming

    The plans for the year are coming along
    The political campaigns heat up
    And good movies come out

    Star wars arrived
    Spider man and superman and batman

    All came out to play
    In late May

    And baseball begins in earnest
    And most importantly

    My wife was born

    June

    June is always a month of transition
    End of the school year

    Summer transfer season
    People leaving people coming

    Hurricanes and Tornados attacking
    And wars starting and people dying

    As fire flies buzz about
    And rabbits eat my garden

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

    Recalling that Watergate
    Occurred in June

    July

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

    Throwing storm after summer storm
    And politicians run away
    After the July forth fireworks

    Man landed on the moon
    Richard Nixon Left the White House

    And we all know that half the year
    Has flown by

    August

    So much has happened
    During the hottest most hellish of months

    Despite the summer sauna that descends upon the land
    Enervating all driving people mad with the heat

    World War 1 started
    World War 11 ended
    Hiroshima ushered in the nuclear age

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

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

    September

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

    And one is filled with ambition
    Wanting to finish up what one started

    Before the fall arrives
    And Winter is hinting it is coming

    School starts
    New jobs start

    New people come into one’s life
    And like August’s hangover

    Big earth shattering events happen
    The fall of the stock market

    The housing bubble bursting
    The endless budget games

    As the politicians argue
    Whether to bankrupt the country
    To make a political point or two

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

    October

    October is my favorite month of all
    The leaves turn

    The weather is usually delightful
    Just a tease of the coming winter

    Fall ball season underway
    Baseball games and Halloween madness
    ends the month with a huge bang

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

    And on the October 30 1955 I was born
    And Rock n Roll was born as well

    Coincidence I think not

    November

    November is one of the strange months
    Begins like a hangover of October

    Then it turns ugly and weird
    Political fever hits the land

    Every two years
    As the people brave the early November chill

    To decide what fools they will send to DC
    The politicians lie and scheme and plot

    And beg and lie again
    And the world turns

    And the new leaders emerge
    Welcome the new Bosses

    Same as the old bosses
    Just new packaging

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

    Yes November is a strange month

    December

    Perhaps the loneliness month of all
    The most consequential of all the months

    And yet also the most depressing end of time
    Kind of month

    If the apocalypse zombie or otherwise
    Were to occur

    It would be in December
    That is the sort of insane month it is

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

    And holiday parties abound
    Full of false cheer

    And faked love
    And for those who don’t celebrate Christmas

    A lonely day perhaps at the movies
    A few awkward calls to the relatives

    Then New Years
    Watching the world end

    Drinking up a storm
    And knowing that the year ended

    And you are one step closer to the grave
     
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    POEM: FALLING RAIN

    rain end of the year
    rain falling

    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
    literary yard poems by Jake Cosmos Aller