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    3 5 7 love poem

    Missing you missing me
    Dreaming about you, do you dream the same
    Will love you until end of time; will you remember me then?

    An Old Man Visits His Wife’s Grave

    An Old man
    Goes to the grave
    Of his beloved wife

    Carrying her favorite flowers
    And a guitar
    Playing her love songs
    As he remembers her life

    Blaming it all
    On the damn coronavirus Pandemic
    Killing thousands every day
    As politicians play games

    The dead remain dead
    he hears his wife’s voice
    from beyond the grave

    she is a corona ghost
    he wishes he were there with her
    as he plays his mournful love songs

    he lays down for a moment
    and becomes another Corona ghost
    just another death that lonely day

    Hitchhiking 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
    Non stop talking
    And lots of free weed
    And beer
    And conversation

    One more memorable ride
    Occurred outside Albany
    On my return to Chicago

    A middle age creepy looking man
    Picked me up
    In a brand-new Cadillac

    He was he said a dynamite deliverer
    For the Mafia
    Went to various places
    To blow up shit

    He hated a lot of people
    Particularly hippies from California
    And Jewish people

    Looking at me to confirm
    That I was both

    I told him that I lived in New York
    And had never been to California
    And although I might have looked Jewish
    As I what was called back in the day
    A “Jewfro”

    I was not Jewish
    Many years later I discovered
    That I am indeed part Jewish
    But then I did not know
    And I felt a bit of strategic information
    Might keep me alive

    Then I realized that he was just jiving with me
    And we relaxed
    And he pulled out some weed
    And beer
    And we mellowed out

    But I believe that he really was with the mob
    Perhaps not a dynamite dealer
    A real made Italian made mafia member

    By Chicago
    I had enough
    I called my Dad
    Told him what had happened

    Wanted a ticket home
    And he sent me a ticket
    And 500 dollars
    And I went home

    I told him I would tell him
    My tales some day
    But never did

    I learned so much
    About my fellow Americans
    And the strange vibe
    That was 1975

    And now it is too late
    But I wanted to finally
    Tell the world

    Of my hitchhiking tales
    In search of America 1975

    Association of the Living Dead India

    In India, several years ago
    A man falsely claimed his brother
    Was dead so he could inherit the family assets,

    The dead brother had to fight
    To be declared legally not dead
    And contest the will.

    “The Association of the Living Dead”
    Became a movement
    Of thousands of people.
    For in India apparently,
    It was a thing to declare
    Your relative is dead.

    Charles Bukowski Road Not Chosen

    charles bukowski
    charles bukowski

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    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.

     

    Fallen Dreams Litter the Ground

     

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    Fallen Dreams Litter the Ground

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

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

    The dark skies mirror
    The darkness that settled over our land

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

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

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

    If you’ve been around

     

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    If you’ve been around

    If you’ve been around
    As much as I have
    Decades of memories
    Fill up your brain’s hard drive

    Remembering the dead
    Misremembering the living
    Seeing the past fly past
    Everywhere you go

    Thinking about things
    You did and did not do
    As your life begins to fade
    Sinking into lost worlds past

    Seeing the ghosts
    Of all you knew
    Whispering Soon you will
    Be joining us

    Lone Foreigner Hiking the Seoul City Walls

    a Lone foreign male hiker
    in the hills above the city
    Hiking along the ancient Seoul City walls

    500 years after the founding
    Of the city in 1492

    balancing his walk
    amid the boulders
    the winter is coming
    soon he thinks

    and finishes his hike
    heading to a bar
    to sake his thirst

    some soju, and bulgogi
    will do the trick
    he thinks to himself

    just another day
    in the life

    of an unknown nameless
    foreigner in the city
    of Seoul

    part of the ten million
    naked stories
    in the big city

    guns
    gun

    Madman with Gun Madness

     

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    Madmen with Guns Madness

    After every incident
    Of mass gun violence
    In the U.S.

    Pictures emerge
    Of the killers
    Almost always white men.

    Who stares out at you
    With soulless dead eyes
    Filled with hate, fear
    And shear madness.

    With the thousand-year stare
    Of the madman
    Who only hears

    The voices in his head
    Screaming kill them all
    Kill them all.

    And as always
    They usually legally bought
    The guns.

    This case was a bit different
    The gunman briefly had his guns
    Taken away from him

    And his 60 knives as well
    Judged temporarily too crazy
    To have a gun.

    But the red flag law
    Is not a permanent ban
    As it should be.

    And so he was able
    To re-arm himself
    With the best weapons

    In the world
    At a very affordable price.
    Thanks to the NRA.

    And so he was soon lost
    Down the rabbit hole
    Of insanity and probably drugs,

    The lone sniper
    A disgruntled young white man
    In his 20’s
    Sets up shop on top of a building.

    He has a high-powered weapon
    No doubt bought legally
    An AR-15 the choice
    Of the serious gun men everywhere.

    And begins shooting
    Into the July 4th parade
    Killing six people
    Injuring 30.

    Before putting the gun down
    And fleeing
    Before the cops can find him.

    The right-wing media
    Goes to works
    The pundits pontificate
    24/7

    It is not about the gun
    It is about everything else
    That is wrong with our society.

    Guns don’t kill people
    They proclaim
    Guns are the price we pay
    For our freedom.

    Their demented answer
    is more guns
    More guns for everyone.

    And sadly, nothing will be done
    As the politicians offer
    Useless thoughts and prayers

    The gun ghosts don’t care
    They are dead after all.

    The madness will not stop
    Until we figure out
    How to stop
    The killers in our midst.

    There will be another shooting
    No doubt before the day is done
    Over 300 so far this year.

    And that is just the way
    It is in this day and age
    Of America.

    The land of the free
    Home of the brave
    And 400 million guns.

    Note:   I wrote this a year or so ago.  This morning there was another mass shooting, this time at Brown University. Yesterday at Bondi Beach in Australia.  The Australian Government promises to enact even stricter gun laws in response, in the US nothing but talk about prayers and thoughts for the victims, nothing can be done the politicians say.  THe price of freedom is the occasional mass shooting according to the NRA.

    My Name Is Nobody

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

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

    A non-entity,
    A ghost
    A govbot
    A cyber

    A spook
    A faceless automan
    A bureaucrat

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

    And I am legend
    Everywhere and nowhere

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

    the cruel wheel of society

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

    We are just robots,

    clones, machines
    And so I go to work
    Put on my mask

    And no one hears

    my inner screams
    And no one will ever care

     

     

     

     

     

     

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

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

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

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

    And I am legend
    Everywhere and nowhere

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

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

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

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

     

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    Snarling Cup of Coffee

    I like to start my day with a hot cup of coffee
    I pound down the coffee
    First thing I do every day as the dawning sun
    Lights up my lonesome room

    Yeah, but not just a simple cup of java Joe, but a God damn snarling sarcastic smarmy cup of coffee
    I mean, – we are talking about an alcoholic, all speed ahead, always hot, always fresh, always there when I need it, angry, attitude talk to the hand Ztude, bad, bad assed, beats breaking, beatnik, bluesy, bitter, bitchy, bombs away, capitalistic, caffeinated up the ass, cinematic, communistic, Colombian grown, Costa Rican inspired, Cowabunga to the max, crazy assed, devilishly angelic, divine, divinely inspired, dyslexic, epic, extreme vetting, evil eye, expensive, erotic vision inducing, Ethiopian coffee house brewed, euphoric, freaky, freazoid, foxy, Frenched kissed, French brewed, funkified, foxy lady, graphic, GOD in my coffee, with Allah, Ganesh, Jesus, Kali, Buddha, Christians, Durga, Hindus, Mohamed, Jesus and Mo and their friend, the cosmic bar maid, Sai Babai, Shiva, Taoists, Zoroastrians, drinking my god damned coffee in Hell; growling, gnarly, happy, hard as ice, Hawaian blessed, high as a kite, hippie, hip, hipster, hip hoppy, hot as hell yet strangely sweet as heaven, jazzy, jealous, Kerouac approved, kick ass, kick my god damn ass to Tuesday, kick down the doors and take no prisoners, grown in the Vietnam highlands by ex-Vietcong, Guatemalan grown, kiss ass, illegal in every state, imported from all over the god damn world, insane, lovely, loony, lonely, lonesome, malodorous mean old rotten, motherfucking, nasty, narcotic, never whatever, never meh, never cold, not approved by the CIA, not approved by DHS, not approved for human consumption by the FDA, not your daddy’s sissified corporate cup of coffee, NOT DECAFE coffee, not your Denny’s truck driver weak as brown water cup of fake coffee, not your establishment friendly cup of coffee, Not your FBI coffee, Not FAKE Herbal coffee substitute, but a real cup of coffee, not your farmer brothers dinner crap, not made in America for Americans, not safe for work, not your Starbucks average expensive overpriced crappy corporate chain cup of coffee, Not pretentious, Not White House approved, not State Department safe, nuclear, Not Patriotic, operatic, Peets’s coffee approved, paranoid, pornographic, psychotic, pontific, politically aware, rapping, rhyming, right here, right now in River city, rock and roll up the Yazoo, sad, sadistic, sarcastic, sassy, satanic, schizoid, shitting, silly, sexy, smarmy, smelly, smooth, snarky, snarling, stupid, stinking, sweet as honey, sweat inducing, symphonic, Trump can’t handle this coffee, vengeful, Wagnerian, wicked, with nutmeg and cinnamon swirls, with a hint of stevia, with a hint of vanilla, with a hint of rum, with a hint of whisky, with a hint of cherry, with a hint of fruit overtones, with a hint of drugs spicing up the coffee, spendific, speeding, splendid, superior accept no substitutes, survived the Vietnam war, the Iraq war, the Afghan war, the first and Second Korean war, World War 11, the war on poverty, the war on drugs, the war on black people, the sexual revolution, Soulful as a summer’s night in MOTOWN- James Brown approved, TOP approved, Berkeley approved, the coffee that Jimmy Hendrix drank before he died, the coffee that Elvis drank on his last breakfast, the coffee that Barry White crooned as he drank his cup of coffee – and the coffee that made the white boy play stand up and play that funky music, the coffee that made Jonny B Goode play his guitar, and made Jonny bet the devil his soul after he drank his morning cup of righteous coffee and the coffee that make the Rolling Stones Rock and Roll, the coffee your mother warned you against drinking, the coffee that Napoleon drank when he became the Emperor of all Europe, the Coffee that Beethoven drank when he wrote the Ninth symphony, the coffee that Mozart drank as he wrote his last symphony, the coffee that Lincoln drank before he was killed, the Hemingway drank before he killed himself, the coffee that started the 60’s, and ended the 20th century, the coffee that Lenin drank as he plotted revolution, the coffee that Hitler and Stalin drank with FDR as they divided up the world after World War 11, the cup that JFK drank before he was blown away, the coffee Jerry drinks while driving in cars with random celebrities and political figures, the coffee that Jon Stewart drinks before he goes on an epic take down of some foolish politico, the cup of Arabic coffee that Sadaam drank the day he was executed, the coffee that GW and Cheney drank when they bombed Baghdad, the Indian cup of coffee that Bid Laden drank before 9-11 and just before the seals blew his ass to hell, the cup of coffee that Tiger Woods drank with his mistresses while playing a 3, 000 dollar round of golf at Sandy Lane golf course in Barbados, the last legal drug that does what drugs should do, the cup of coffee that Obama drank when he became President, Vietnamese, Vienna brew, wacky, whimsical, Whisky Tango Foxtrot, wild, weird, wonderful, WOW, Yabba dabba doo! Yada Yada yada Zappa’s favorite cup of cosmic coffee, and Zorro’s last cup of coffee, Good to the last drop rolled into one simple cup of hot coffee

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

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

    “Stop the world.

    I want to get off this fucking crazy planet”
    The earth does not care a whit about my attitude
    It merely shrugs and moves around the Sun
    In its appointed daily run
    And I sit down
    The madness dissipating a bit

    And enjoy my second cup
    Of heaven and hell
    In my morning cup of Joe

     

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    Stairway To Heaven Bumper Sticker

    Found Poem in Medford, Oregon

    The fact
    There is a stairway
    To heaven
    But a highway
    To hell.

    Tells you about
    The expected traffic

    Strangeness in the Air

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

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

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

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

     

     

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    The Secret Fly Drone

    The fly on the wallpaper
    In the CIA director’s office
    Was not a real fly
    He was an enemy spy drone
    Secretly controlled remotely
    Listening to all the secret conversations
    Until the director smashed him
    With a flyswatter
    Then realized that it was a spy fly
    He had dispatched to bug hell.

    Unhinged Lunatic Howling at the Full Moon

     

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    Unhinged Lunatic Howling at the Full Moon

    John (“Jake”) Cosmos Aller

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

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

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

    Just an unhinged lunatic
    Dreaming of howling at the full moon

    Watching the world walk by
    Looking at all the fine-looking babes
    Walking by the street

    Thinking wild, erotic thoughts
    Of endless wild libertine passions

    When into the bar
    That din of cosmic depravity

    Walked the most beautiful women
    In the Universe

    So wild, so free
    So wonderfully alive

    I did not know what to do
    As this vision of delight
    Sauntered through the bar

    In a skin-tight leather pant
    Looked so fine
    That my eyeballs hurt

    And finally, I had to say something
    So, I gathered up my manly courage
    And walked up to her

    And she looked at me
    And instantly bewitched my soul

    With a devilish grin
    I lost all reason
    And became a raving lunatic
    Unhinged lunatic
    Howling at the blood red full moon

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

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    Sidewalk Love Poems

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    Sidewalk poems are written in chalk on streets—sometimes during poetic celebrations or community events, other times more unstructured and graffiti-like. I’ve written a few myself, though not directly on the pavement!

    In this post, I’ll share a real set of sidewalk poems found on the street near my summer home in Medford, Oregon, followed by a few of my own sidewalk-style poems from years past.

    First, you’ll find a poetic intro, then the Medford sidewalk poem (somewhere between classic sidewalk poetry and graffiti, as it wasn’t officially sanctioned). After that, I’ve included photos of the sidewalk poems, my chalk-inspired pieces, and background information provided by Copilot on related poetic forms—found poems, concrete poems, sidewalk poems, blackout poems, and erasure poems—with links for further reading. I wrap up with a few final thoughts.

    Enjoy!

    Sidewalk Love Poems- Love on the Street

    The other day
    I came upon
    The following sidewalk poem
    On a street in Medford, Oregon.

    My wife said
    They had a fight.

    I asked,
    Do I need
    To do sidewalk
    Love poetry.

    ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

    For you?

    She said,
    No need.

    It is obvious
    On your face
    That you love me.

    ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

     

     

    Medford Sidewalk Love Poem (August 2025)

    😍 Always
    😍 True love

    I love You
    I love You

    Twin Love

    ♥️♥️♥️♥️
    Twin 😍 love
    Come home

    Twin Love
    Twin Love

    ♥️♥️♥️♥️
    Don’t give

    up on us

    Don't Give Up On US
    Don’t Give Up On US

    meant to be

    ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️
    Meant to be

    ment to be
    ment to be

    For the Best You ever Had

    For the Best You Had
    For the Best You Had

    I 👩‍❤️‍♥️♥️♥️👩 You
    I miss you.

    I love You
    I love You

    I love You

    ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️
    ♥️♥️♥️

    Come home

    I miss you

    Come Home

    ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

    Come Home
    Come Home

    Bobo
    ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

    Jen 4 ever

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    My Sidewalk Love Poems

     

    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.

    My love is waiting,
    Waiting for me

    To return
    From this trip.

    She is the

    most beautiful
    Woman

    in the world.

    Have you seen her—
    My Angela Lee?

    Tell her I love her.
    Tell her.

    I will be home.
    I am coming.

    back to her.

    Co-Pilot Backgrounder

    📚 Found Poetry

    Found poetry is created by rearranging existing texts—from books, articles, speeches, or even street signs—into poetic form. It’s like a literary college.

    • The poet doesn’t write original words but selects and reshapes existing ones.
    • Found poetry includes several sub-categories: blackout poetry, cut-up poetry, and erasure poetry.

    🕶️ Blackout Poetry

    Blackout poetry is made by blacking out words from a printed page (like a newspaper or book) to reveal a new poem.

    • Uses a black marker to obscure unwanted words.
    • The remaining visible words form the poem.
    • Often emphasizes visual design and minimalism.

    Example:

    Tyler Knott Gregson:

    “In my solitude I became aware of lack.
    Lie near me in the starlight, quiet and free.”

    Learn more:

    ✂️ Cut-Up Poetry

    Cut-up poetry involves cutting words or phrases from printed texts and rearranging them to form a new poem.

    • It originated with the Dadaists and popularized by William S. Burroughs.
    • Can be random or deliberately arranged.
    • Often resembles a language collage.

    Example:

    Robert Lee Brewer (using Slaughterhouse-Five):

    “All this happened, ‘Poo-tee-weet?’
    The war parts were talking.
    One guy I knew was green and coffin-shaped…”

    Learn more:

    🧽 Erasure Poetry

    Erasure poetry is created by removing or obscuring parts of a preexisting text to reveal a new poetic work.

    • Similar to blackout poetry, but it may use crossouts, cutouts, or digital editing.
    • It can be political, symbolic, or deeply personal.

    Example:

    From Radi Os by Ronald Johnson (erasing Paradise Lost):

    “Of man’s first disobedience, and the fruit
    Of that forbidden tree…”

    Learn more:

    🧩 Concrete Poetry

    Concrete poetry (also called visual poetry or shape poetry) uses typography and layout to form a visual image that reflects the poem’s theme.

    • The shape of the poem is as important as the words.
    • Often resembles objects like trees, wings, or animals.

    Examples:

    • Easter Wings by George Herbert (shaped like wings)
    • The Mouse’s Tale by Lewis Carroll (shaped like a mouse’s tail)

    Learn more:

    🚶 Sidewalk Poetry

    Sidewalk poetry is poetry displayed in public spaces, often on sidewalks, driveways, or parks. It’s designed to delight and surprise pedestrians.

    • Created with chalk or etched into concrete.
    • Often part of city art programs or community projects.
    • Combines literature and visual art, sometimes with illustrations or creative lettering.

    Example:

    From Saint Paul’s sidewalk poetry contest:

    “Though I worry that everything I held true and firm as rock
    Will crumble under my feet—
    I can’t forget: no paper, pen, or marble engraved
    Can change the fact of my heart…”

    Learn more:

    🎨 Graffiti vs. Sidewalk Poetry

    🧱 Graffiti

    Graffiti is visual art or writing created on public surfaces, often without permission.

    • It can be tags, murals, or street art.
    • Associated with urban culture, political expression, or territorial marking.
    • May be illegal, depending on location and intent.

    Learn more:

    🚶 Sidewalk Poetry

    Sidewalk poetry is legal public art, typically short and reflective, created to enhance public spaces.

    • Created with chalk or concrete etching.
    • Aims to delight pedestrians, not deface property.
    • Often city-approved and part of organized initiatives.

    Learn more:

    ⚖️ Key Differences

    Medium:

    • Graffiti: Spray paint, markers
    • Sidewalk Poetry: Chalk, concrete etching

    Legality:

    • Graffiti: Often unauthorized
    • Sidewalk Poetry: Usually city-approved

    Purpose:

    • Graffiti: Visual impact, identity, protest
    • Sidewalk Poetry: Reflection, inspiration, public art

    Tone:

    • Graffiti: Bold, rebellious, expressive
    • Sidewalk Poetry: Gentle, poetic, contemplative

    Audience:

    • Graffiti: Urban passersby, subcultures
    • Sidewalk Poetry: General public, pedestrians

    Final Thoughts

    Note: The Medford sidewalk poems were chalk-marked on the street—not spray-painted—and likely not sanctioned by the city. So, they linger somewhere between sidewalk poetry and graffiti—a little rogue, a little romantic.

    Whoever left them, I hope the message landed. And best of luck to the couple behind it. As an incurable romantic, I fully endorse this kind of public love. The world could use more of it. After all, love makes us bold—it makes us scribble mad sidewalk poems in the middle of the night.

    Have you stumbled across a chalked confession or a poetic whisper on the pavement? Or maybe you’ve penned one yourself? Share your sightings, your verses, your stories. Let’s turn sidewalks into storyboards—one love poem at a time.

     

    microsoft dictation trials found poetry
    Blessed with Love Publishes Love Poems
    City Limits Publishes Love Poems

    Rush Limbaugh Is Dead Long Live Rush Limbaugh 

    (Blackout. erasure found Poem)

    More Love Poems

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  • April 2025 Poetry Madness Part Five April 26 to April 30

    April 2025 Poetry Madness Part Five April 26 to April 30

    April 2025 Poetry Madness Part Five April 26 to April 30

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    You can find my prior April Poems here:

    April 2025 Poetry Madness Part Four April 19 to April 25

    April 2025 Poetry Madness April 13 to April 18 Poems

    2025 April Poetry Madness Part Two April 6 to April 12

    April 2025 Poetry Madness Part One

    April Poetry Madness 2024 April 26 to April 30, 2024 Poems
    April Poetry Madness April 21 to APril 25 Poems
    April 2024 Poetry Madness April 15 to 20 Poems
    April Poetry Madness 2024 April 7 to April 14
    April 1 to April 6 Poems 2024 Poetry Madness

    PSH April 2023 Poems
    April 20-30 2023 Poems Do Drop In
    April 2023 Poetry Dew Drop In April 11-15
    Writers Digest April 2023 Poems

    April 2023 Dew Drop In Poems
    April 30th, 2022 Poems
    April 29th Poems
    April 26th and April 27th, 2022 Poems
    April 23rd, April 24th and April 25th, 2022 Poems
    April 22, 2022 Poems
    April 23rd, April 24th and April 25th, 2022 Poems

    April 22, 2022 Poems
    April 18 to April 20, 2022 Poems</a >

    April 18 to April 20, 2022 Poems
    April 16 and 17, 2022 Poems

    Enjoy and stay safe, everyone

    Beginning Poems 

     

    I am again entering the April Poetry challenge and will write every day and post once a week or so

    I will not post everything though some I will withhold for possible publication, others I will withhold because they are too politically sensitive in these politically charged times.  I will post the prompt.

    Enjoy and stay safe everyone

     

     

    Day Twenty-Six

    NaPoWrMo

    Berkeley Mad Psychotic Pineapple Burns Sonnet

    \the Berkeley mad psychotic pineapple.

    was an underground Berkeley icon.

    The pineapple said, “Bad Luck comes in threes.”

    Last night he smoked a joint and went for a walk.

    the pineapple dude encountered a cat,

    not just a cat but a cosmic black cat.

    and the cat was riding on a dog,

    and a mouse was riding on the cat,

    and the pineapple was amused to see this,

    I told him only in the SF Bay area,

    thinking back to when I was eight.

    and wished I had a cosmic cat.

    I would have made such a cacophony.

    the cosmic cat was still my secret friend.

     

    • 14 lines
    • 10 syllables per line
    • Those syllables are divided into five iambic feet. (An iamb is an unstressed syllable followed by a stressed syllable). The word “admit” is a good example. In pronouncing it, you put more stress on the “mit” than the “ad.”
    • Rhyme schemes vary, but the Shakespearean sonnet is abab cdcd efef gg (three quatrains followed by a concluding couplet).

     

    April 26 Prompt   Sonnet  not in traditional iambic meter

    We finally made it to the weekend, everyone!

    Today’s featured participant is Eden Ligon, whose “live concert” poem for Day Twenty-Five shows all the sweetness of music that has ripened with time.

    Our daily resource is the online collection of Spain’s Reina Sofia Museum, which houses an incredible collection of modern and contemporary art. You can find Picassos aplenty here, of course, but also things like this vertiginous sculpture that makes me think of a rollercoaster, this mysterious Magritte, and this collaboration between Andy Warhol and Jean-Michel Basquiat.

    And now for our daily (optional) prompt. The word “sonnet” comes directly from the Italian Soneto, or “little song.” A traditional sonnet has a strict meter and rhyme scheme. It’s a strange form to have wormed its way into English, which is relatively unmetrical and rhyme-poor compared to Romance languages like Italian.

    But thanks to William Shakespeare, Edmund Spenser, and others, the sonnet in English bloomed. It also became a sort of rite of passage for poets, with the Victorians especially loving very strict sonnets.

    To refresh you on the “rules” of the traditional sonnet:

    • 14 lines
    • 10 syllables per line
    • Those syllables are divided into five iambic feet. (An iamb is an unstressed syllable followed by a stressed syllable). The word “admit” is a good example. In pronouncing it, you put more stress on the “mit” than the “ad.”
    • Rhyme schemes vary, but the Shakespearean sonnet is abab cdcd efef gg (three quatrains followed by a concluding couplet).
    • Sonnets are often thought of as not just little songs, but little essays, with the first six-to-eight or so lines building up a problem, the next four-to-six discussing it, and the last two-to-four concluding.
    • Given all these rules, it’s perhaps surprising that love poems make up quite a chunk of sonnets in English, but maybe that’s just because love poems make up quite a chunk of all poems in English?

    If you want to intimidate yourself about poetry in general and sonnets in particular, read this quote from Saintsbury’s History of English Prosody.

     

    To have something to say; to say it under pretty strict limits of form and very strict ones of space; to say it forcibly; to say it beautifully; these are the four great requirements of the poet in general; but they are never set so clearly, so imperatively, so urgently before any variety of poet as before the sonneteer.

    And now, by way of illustration, let’s take a look at a few contemporary takes on the sonnet. The first, by Dan Beachy-Quick, is a pretty strict traditional sonnet. The next two –by Terrence Hayes and Alice Notley – are looser. And finally, the last one, by June Jordan, is a rather strict sonnet (rhyme- and meter-wise, though somewhat looser in line-specific syllable count) that doesn’t sound strict at all. It is joyfully informal in its language and tone.

     

    After all this, here’s your prompt! Try your hand at a sonnet – or at least something “sonnet-shaped.” Think about the concept of the sonnet as a song and let the format of a song inform your attempt. Be as strict or not strict as you want.

    2025 April PAD Challenge: Day 26

     Nigerian scam Hermit Crab found poem

     

    Attention,

    This is to inform you

    that we have been working

    towards the
    eradication of fraudsters and scam Artists

    in Africa with the help of
    the Organization of African Unity (OAU)

    United Nations (UN), European
    Union (EU) and FBI.

    We have been able to track down some scam artist

    in various parts of African countries

    which includes (Nigeria, Republic of Benin, Burkina
    Faso Ghana and Senegal with cote d’ivoire )

    and they are all in Government custody now,

    they will appear at International Criminal
    Court (ICC) soon for Justice.

    During the course of investigation,

    they were able to recover some
    funds from these scam artists

    and IMF organization have ordered the
    funds recovered to be shared among

    the 10 Lucky people listed around
    the World as a compensation.

    This notice has been directed to you

    because your email address was
    found in one of the scam Artists file

    and computer hard-disk

    while the
    investigation,

    maybe you have been scammed.

    You are therefore being
    compensated with sum of ($300,000.00)

    Three hundred thousand US dollars

    valid into an (ATM Card Number 4061730956305619).

    Since your email address

    is among the lucky beneficiaries

    who will receive compensation funds,

    we have arranged

    your payment to be paid
    to you through ATM VISA CARD

    and deliver to your postal address

    with the Pin code as to enable you

    withdrawal maximum of $5,000 on each
    withdrawal from any Bank ATM Machine of your choice,

    until all the
    funds are exhausted.

    The ATM Card with Security Pin number

    shall be delivered to you via
    courier Service,

    depending your choice.

    In order to proceed with this transaction,

    you will be required to
    contact the agent in-charge

    (Mr.Francesco Savgae)

    Kindly look below to
    find appropriate contact information:

    CONTACT AGENT NAME: Mr.Francesco Savgae.
    Phone (00226)744-803-62.
    Email: (francescosavgae205@gmail.com)

    You will be required to e-mail him

    with the following information:

    YOUR FULL NAME:
    YOUR AGE:
    ADDRESS:
    YOUR COUNTRY:
    CITY:
    DIRECT CONTACT PHONE NUMBER:
    OCCUPATION:

    We advise you to stop

    all communications with everyone

    regarding your
    payment as we have short listed

    to deliver to you

    and now urge you to
    comply and receive

    your ATM Card funds.

    Thanks for your understanding

    as you follow instructions while I wait
    to hear from you today.

    Yours in Services
    Mrs.Paulina Federik.

     

    Comment:  the latest scam

    a claim that the scam artists

    are fighting against the spam artists –

    all you have to do to receive the 300,000

    is to give them your information.

    Sounds too good to be true

    which of course it is

     

     

    For today’s prompt, write a hermit crab poem. A hermit crab poem is like a hermit crab essay, which is an essay that takes on the form of another type of literature. So a hermit crab poem might be a poem that looks like a to-do list, footnotes, obituary, spam messages, or a message on a postcard.

     

     

    Poetry Superhighway Prompts

    April 26, 2025: Poetry Writing Prompt from Randy Fowler

    I am not a Christian

     

    I am not a Christian

    Jesus Christ said upon his return

    After realizing his followers

    were not following his teachings,.

     

    He went across the world

    I  am not a Christian

    he would proclaim everywhere,

    The church leaders were not amused.

     

    The public began to follow

    The returned Jesus

    I am not a Christian

    Jesus responded on social media.

     

    But the powers that be

    decreed amongst themselves

    The returned Jesus was a false prophet

    I am not a Christian.

    This poetry writing prompt submitted by Randy Fowler:

    Dissonance: Write a poem about disharmony in your or humankind’s values, views, or relationships: stating belief in one value but doing another, saying you love someone but you really don’t, our nation’s original declarations vs. its current reality. For symbolism, think of all the areas dissonance applies – music, city noise, abrupt sounds (alarm clock, fire alarm), anything that produces a vibration in your mind that something is off key.

     

    April 26—Travel

    Noisy Korea Now My Home

    When I first came
    To South Korea in 1979
    To do my Peace Corps duty
    In a rural country town,

    I thought that the old name
    Of Korea
    “the land of the morning calm”
    Was absurd.

    Korea was a noisy place
    From early morning on.

    Cars, horns, radio TV blaring
    People talking to crowds everywhere
    At night people drink and dine.

    And loudspeakers
    Blasting you awake
    At 6 a.m.

    And during elections
    Sound trucks everywhere.

    Now 45 years later
    It is my home
    No longer a noisy
    Chaotic exotic place
    Just home.

     

    Bonus Poem Visit to Korea

    I first went to Korea
    In the Peace Corps

    After a long plane ride
    My first international flight
    I ended up in South Korea,

    At the old Gimpo airport
    A chaotic crazy drive
    Through Seoul.

    To the town of Chuncheon
    Where we did our training course
    For four months.

    First visit to another land
    First foreign travel
    To a strange land.

    Exotic people
    Strange sounds and sights
    And the smells of incense
    And the food ah the food

    korean feast jpg
    korean feast jpg

    But over time
    Became my second home
    45 years later

    I returned to Korea
    Ending up living
    Next door to Gimpo airport
    Where my journey began
    45 years ago

    Day Twenty-Seven

     

     

    NaPoWrMo

    Buddhist Temple Hell Paintings

    Buddhist Hell
    Buddhist Hell

    Hell is often depicted in Buddhist temple art

    In Buddhism,  hell is a real place

    And hell is filled with demons

    the demons torture their victims
    while a Buddhist saint looks on in judgment
    In Buddhism,  hell is a real place

    But hell will end when your karma points add up
    and you are reincarnated after learning your lesson
    And hell is filled with demons

    I based my poem on these images and remembered images from all the Buddhist temples I have visited over the years.

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    Buddhist Hell Pictures

    Co-pilot provided background information

    “In Buddhism, the concept of hell, often referred to as Naraka, represents a realm of intense suffering and retribution. Unlike the eternal damnation found in some other religions, Buddhist hells are temporary states where beings experience the consequences of their negative karma. Once the karma is exhausted, they are reborn into other realms. There are various types of hells, including fiery and icy ones, each corresponding to specific sins or actions.

    In East Asia, Buddhist temples often depict these hells in vivid and graphic paintings. These artworks serve as moral lessons, illustrating the consequences of unethical behavior. For example, the Dazu Rock Carvings in China and murals in Japanese temples like those depicting Jiokui (Japanese hell) showcase scenes of torment and judgment. These paintings are not only religious but also artistic expressions, blending cultural and spiritual narratives.

    If you’d like to explore more, you can find detailed descriptions and examples here and here.

    Note on form

    The cascade poem was a form invented by Udit Bhatia (who also apparently created the Alliterisen, which I’ll try to deal with in a future post). For the cascade poem, a poet takes each line from the first stanza of a poem and makes those the final lines of each stanza afterward. Beyond that, there are no additional rules for rhyming, meter, etc.

    Happy Sunday, everyone. I hope you find it to be a relaxing and inspiring day for writing poems.

    Our featured participant for the day is Hayashi whose first attempt at a sonnet brings a lovely blend of grief and self-deprecating humor.

    Today’s daily resource is the online collection of the Harvard Art Museums, where you can find this bright and pretty drawing of a tulip poplar, a rather forbidding poster comparing various causes of death in Wisconsin, this beautiful jade paperweight, and much more.

    And now for today’s optional prompt. W.H. Auden’s “Musee” takes its inspiration from a very particular painting: Breughel’s “Landscape with the Fall of Icarus.” Today we’d like to challenge you to write your own poem that describes a detail in a  painting, and that begins, like Auden’s poem, with a grand, declarative statement.

    I based my poem on these images and remembered images from all the Buddhist temples I have visited over the years.

    free pictures of Buddhist hell – Search Images

    Co-pilot provided background information

    “In Buddhism, the concept of hell, often referred to as Naraka, represents a realm of intense suffering and retribution. Unlike the eternal damnation found in some other religions, Buddhist hells are temporary states where beings experience the consequences of their negative karma. Once the karma is exhausted, they are reborn into other realms. There are various types of hells, including fiery and icy ones, each corresponding to specific sins or actions.

    In East Asia, Buddhist temples often depict these hells in vivid and graphic paintings. These artworks serve as moral lessons, illustrating the consequences of unethical behavior. For example, the Dazu Rock Carvings in China and murals in Japanese temples like those depicting Jiokui (Japanese hell) showcase scenes of torment and judgment. These paintings are not only religious but also artistic expressions, blending cultural and spiritual narratives.

    If you’d like to explore more, you can find detailed descriptions and examples here and here.

    Note on form

    The cascade poem was a form invented by Udit Bhatia (who also apparently created the Alliterisen, which I’ll try to deal with in a future post). For the cascade poem, a poet takes each line from the first stanza of a poem and makes those the final lines of each stanza afterward. Beyond that, there are no additional rules for rhyming, meter, etc.

     

    2025 April PAD Challenge: Day 27

    Join poets from around the country and the world to write a poem each day of April. For today’s prompt, write a New Blank poem.

    New World Order Emerging

     

    The American MAGA revolution

    and the rise of the alt-right

    across the world

     

    raises serious questions

    Where are we going

    What are we doing?

     

    They say that history

    Does not repeat

    But it rhymes.

     

    So we have echoes

     

    Of the 1890’s

    The 1920s

    1930s

    1950s

     

    And even ancient Rome

    And the fall

    Of the Roman Republic.

     

    Ending globalization

    And the old international order

    Restoring great power games.

     

    As the US struggles

    To avoid

     

    The collapse

    Of the American experiment

    And the American empire.

     

    All in the name

    Of creating

    a new world order.

     

    and a grand reputation

    Of the 60’s and 70’s

     

    And the 20th century

    And the 21st century

    progresive vision.

     

    Going back

    to the 19th century.

    Gilded Age

    and Robber Barons.

     

    For today’s prompt, take the phrase “New (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Possible titles might include: “New Moon,” “New Car,” “New Significant Other,” “New World,” and/or “New to This City.”

    And yes, it is totally fine to replace the word “new” with the word “knew” if that helps you get your poem out today!

    April 27, 2025: Poetry Writing Prompt from Patty Bennett

    “Deep Fried Blood Alien chicken-pork cutlets for dinner”

    Sam Adams is the owner

    And the chef of the UFO restaurant

    Bar and grill in Berkeley.

     

    He was a famous UFO nut

    And opened the UFO theme  restaurant

    Complete with alien memorabilia

    Movie and TV posters.

     

    And what became famous

     

    A sign over the bar

    “Space Aliens drink for free”

    Every night some joker

    I tried to claim the free drink/

     

    Sam always said

    You have to prove you

    Are a space alien.

     

    One day mysterious

    Man in a black suit

    Who had a pan-ethnic look.

     

    Could pass for almost any nationality

    But had  a vague almost unhuman look

    And a strange alien accent.

     

     

    Walked in and spoke

    He wanted the free drink

     

    Sam said,

     

    “Prove you are a space alien.”

     

    The man

    Morphed into Donald Trump

    Then Elon Musk

    Then into his true form

     

    A red skin two legged reptilian form

    Before morphing back into

    Man in black look

     

    Sam laughed

    And asked him,

     

    “Well, okay then..

    Drinks are on the house.

    What do you want ?”

     

    “ one bourbon, one scotch

    And one beer. And a favor.

     

    “What’s the favor?”

     

    “Use of the kitchen

    to cook my favorite food from home

    I’ll teach you recipe and leave

    Enough for you to have a supply

    On hand.”

     

    “okay”

     

    The alien went out and brought out

    Ten alien creatures –

    Who looked like a cross

    Between a chicken and a pig

     

    He called them “biblog”.

     

    They would cook one

    And the rest he could keep

    They bred very rapidly

    So he would have a ready supply

    On hand.

     

    They went to work and Sam and Mr. X

    served the customers

    all night.

     

    some posted to the media

    and Mr. X was interviewed

     

    the meal was a great success

     

    it tasted like chicken and pork

    purple and orange colors

    with yellow coloring

    with a strange after taste,

     

    and a fragrant smell

    and a somewhat tough texture

    but it was delicious,

     

    with an out of this world

    hard to pin down

    umami flavor!

     

    the City, State and Federal authorities

    came the next day

    confiscated the biblog creatures,

     

    and demanded the whereabouts

    of Mr X.

     

    Sam smiled and spoke,

     

    ‘‘Mr. X said

    you all would be coming

    And left for home.

     

    But he is coming back next year

    To open trade negotiations

    with the Sirius star system

    and I am his agent.’

     

    They arrested him

    And finally released him

    And the biblog.

     

    and told him

    to keep in touch.

     

     

    Sam posted everything online

    And Mr X came back

    With a trade delegation

    Later that year.

     

    The biblog escaped

    And became an invasive species

    But hunting was allowed.

     

    crisis averted.

    This poetry writing prompt submitted by Patty Bennett:

    Imagine you are a gourmet chef at a fancy restaurant. Invent a new dish, and using the five senses, describe it.* Then serve it to a group of repeat customers, and record their reactions.

    *What does it look like? What does it smell like? Can you hear it while it’s cooking? Can you touch it, or describe what it feels like if it’s finger food? And of course, how does it taste? Served hot or cold or room temperature?

     

    April 27—Duty

    Congress Symmetrel

    Republicans in Congress,
    Playing nonstop political games.
    Each party calling the other names,
    The democrats denying it was their fault.
    Both sides digging in, not stopping or to halt.
    Sadly, this seems to be our current gestalt.
    The insane republicans making wild claims.
    Sadly, just seems to be our current gestalt.
    Throwing more gasoline on the fires lighting the darkness.
    Republicans in Congress.

    Symmetrel

    Stanza 1 7 subject repeated at end
    Stanza 2 9 b
    3 9 b
    Stanza 3 4 11 c
    5 11 c
    6 11 c
    7 11 c
    Stanza 4 8 9 b
    9 9 b
    Stanza 5 10 7 repeat of line one

    Note: a bit political but hey I call it as I see it

     

    Day Twenty-Eight

    Funeral Music for the Death of America

    Sometimes when I watch the news

    And see the continued assualt

    On American institutions

    Rule of law and basic human decency

     

    All done in the name of promotion

    Traditional Christian values

    Hiding their true authoritarian impulses

     

    Challenging everyone who opposes them

    With being soft on crime, immigration

    And terrorism

     

    Shredding the constitution

    In the name of preserving

    Democracy

     

    Meanwhile, gutting the social safety net

    Threatening to fire judges

    Lawyers and government officials

     

    Illegally impounding funds

    Already approved

    Daring anyone to stand up

    Against their takeover

    Of American society

     

    I wonder what music

    Would it be appropriate

    For the funeral

    Of American democracy?

     

    Perhaps Elgar’s Nimrod?

    Or Barber’s Adagio for Strings

    Or Mahler’s Adagietto Symphony 8

    Or Edward Grieg Solveig’s Song (from Peer Gynt):

    Or Chopin’s Funeral Sonata

    Perhaps protesters should start

    Their protests with funeral music

    As they march against

    The end of American democracy?

     Welcome back, all. As of today, there’s just three days left in this year’s Na/GloPoWriMo.

    Today, our featured participant is Mariyah, who brings us a poignant take on Modigliani portrait in response to Day 27’s painting-based prompt.

    Today’s daily resource is El Museo del Barrio, a New York City museum focused on the experience of Puerto Ricans and Latin Americans in the United States. The museum’s website provides highlights from its permanent collection, as well videos exploring the art and artists featured.

    Last but not least, here is today’s prompt (optional, as always). Music features heavily in human rituals and celebrations. We play music at parties; we play it in parades, and at weddings. In her poem, OBIT [Music], Victoria Chang describes the role that music played in her mother’s funeral. Today, we challenge you to write a poem that involves music at a ceremony or event of some kind.

     

    Happy, or at the very least, meaningful, writing!

     

    Funeral Music for the Death of America

     

    Sometimes when I watch the news

    And see the continued assault

    On American institutions

    Rule of law and basic human decency

     

    All done in the name of promotion

    Traditional Christian values

    Hiding their true authoritarian impulses

     

    Challenging everyone who opposes them

    With being soft on crime, immigration

    And terrorism

     

    Shredding the constitution

    In the name of preserving

    Democracy

     

    Meanwhile, gutting the social safety net

    Threatening to fire judges

    Lawyers and government officials

     

    Illegally impounding funds

    Already approved

    Daring anyone to stand up

    Against their takeover

    Of American society

     

    I wonder what music

    Would it be appropriate

    For the funeral

    Of American democracy?

     

    Perhaps Elgar’s Nimrod?

    Or Barber’s Adagio for Strings

    Or Mahler’s Adagietto Symphony 8

    Or Edward Grieg Solveig’s Song (from Peer Gynt):

    Or Chopin’s Funeral Sonata

    Perhaps protesters should start

    Their protests with funeral music

    As they march against

    The end of American democracy?

     

    Co-Pilot’s list of funeral music

    1. Barber – Adagio for Strings: Known for its profound sadness, this piece has been played at the funerals of figures like Albert Einstein and Princess Grace of Monaco.
    2. Elgar – Nimrod (from the Enigma Variations): A deeply moving piece often associated with remembrance and reflection.

    Mahler – Adagietto (Symphony No. 5): This calming and poignant movement is a favorite for its emotional depth

    Edvard Grieg.

    Certainly! Classical music often plays a significant role in state funerals, offering solemnity and reflection. Here are some widely recognized pieces frequently used in such ceremonies:

    1. Barber – Adagio for Strings: Known for its profound sadness, this piece has been played at the funerals of figures like Albert Einstein and Princess Grace of Monaco.
    2. Elgar – Nimrod (from the Enigma Variations): A deeply moving piece often associated with remembrance and reflection.
    3. Mahler – Adagietto (Symphony No. 5): This calming and poignant movement is a favorite for its emotional depth.
    4. Bach – Jesu, Joy of Man’s Desiring: A timeless piece often chosen for its serene and uplifting qualities.
    5. Chopin – Funeral March (Piano Sonata No. 2, Movement 3): This iconic march has become synonymous with mourning.
    6. Vaughan Williams – The Lark Ascending: A beautiful violin piece evoking a sense of peace and transcendence.
    7. Arvo Pärt – Cantus in Memoriam Benjamin Britten: A minimalist yet profoundly emotional piece written in memory of a fellow composer.

    Edvard Grieg

      1. Solveig’s Song (from Peer Gynt): A hauntingly beautiful piece that evokes longing and farewell.

     

    1. Arietta (Lyric Pieces, Op. 12): While not explicitly funeral music, its gentle and introspective tone makes it suitable for solemn occasions.

    Russian Composers

    1. Tchaikovsky – Hymn of the Cherubim: A deeply spiritual and serene choral work.
    2. Rachmaninoff – Vocalize (Op. 34, No. 14): A wordless melody that conveys profound emotion and reflection.
    3. Mussorgsky – Promenade (from Pictures at an Exhibition): Though not traditionally funeral music, its introspective nature can be fittin

    2025 April PAD Challenge: Day 28

    For Day 28 of the 2025 April Poem-A-Day Challenge, poets (and other colorful people) are prompted to write a color poem.

    Color of Justice is  Gold and Green

    The color of justice

    It is gold and green my  poor friends.

    Those with enough gold

    Buy all the justice they need.

    No gold or green, no justice.

     

    Wow! Today marks 4 weeks of poeming for this April. Let’s get to it.

    For today’s prompt, write a color poem. The poem could be about a color, mention a color, or be somewhat “colorful.” Of course, the title of the poem could be a color (or include a color) and then not mention colors in the poem at all. So there’s a lot of wiggle room with this prompt.

    Waka. Japanese 5-liner.

    The waka is a Japanese 5-line poem (or stanza) that is often considered synonymous with the tanka, because both have a 5-7-5-7-7 syllable per line structure. However, the waka groups its lines together in a particular way. The first 2 lines should make up one piece, the next 2 lines should make the next, and then, the final line can stand on its own–or as part of the second group.

    It’s possible to end stop after line 2, 4, and 5. But other forms of punctuation can do the trick as well.

     

     

    If you write a poem from this prompt, post it as a comment underneath the prompt in the Poetry Superhighway Facebook Group.

    April 28, 2025: Poetry Writing Prompt from Alex Phuong

    snarling cup of coffee (latest version)

    Snarling Cup of Coffee

    I like to start my day

    with a hot cup of coffee
    I pound down the coffee.

    First thing I do every day

    as the dawning sun
    Lights up my lonesome room.

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

    I mean, – we are talking about an alcoholic, all speed ahead, always hot, always fresh, always there when I need it, angry, attitude talk to the hand Ztude, bad, bad assed, beats breaking, beatnik, bluesy, bitter, bitchy, bombs away, capitalistic, caffeinated up the ass, cinematic, communistic, Colombian grown, Costa Rican inspired, Cowabunga to the max, crazy assed, devilishly angelic, divine, divinely inspired, dyslexic, epic, extreme vetting, evil eye, expensive, erotic vision inducing, Ethiopian coffee house brewed, euphoric, freaky, freazoid, foxy, Frenched kissed, French brewed, funkified, foxy lady, graphic, GOD in my coffee, with Allah, Ganesh, Jesus, Kali, Buddha, Christians, Durga, Hindus, Mohamed, Jesus and Mo and their friend, the cosmic bar maid, Sai Babai, Shiva, Taoists, Zoroastrians, drinking my god damned coffee in Hell; growling, gnarly, happy, hard as ice, Hawaian blessed, high as a kite, hippie, hip, hipster, hip hoppy, hot as hell yet strangely sweet as heaven, jazzy, jealous, Kerouac approved, kick ass, kick my god damn ass to Tuesday, kick down the doors and take no prisoners, grown in the Vietnam highlands by ex-Vietcong, Guatemalan grown, kiss ass, illegal in every state, imported from all over the god damn world, insane, lovely, loony, lonely, lonesome, malodorous mean old rotten, motherfucking, nasty, narcotic, never whatever, never meh, never cold, not approved by the CIA, not approved by DHS, not approved for human consumption by the FDA, not your daddy’s sissified corporate cup of coffee, NOT DECAFE coffee, not your Denny’s truck driver weak as brown water cup of fake coffee, not your establishment friendly cup of coffee, Not your FBI coffee, Not FAKE Herbal coffee substitute, but a real cup of coffee, not your farmer brothers dinner crap, not made in America for Americans, not safe for work, not your Starbucks average expensive overpriced crappy corporate chain cup of coffee, Not pretentious, Not White House approved, not State Department safe, nuclear, Not Patriotic, operatic, Peets’s coffee approved, paranoid, pornographic, psychotic, pontific, politically aware, rapping, rhyming, right here, right now in River city, rock and roll up the Yazoo, sad, sadistic, sarcastic, sassy, satanic, schizoid, shitting, silly, sexy, smarmy, smelly, smooth, snarky, snarling, stupid, stinking, sweet as honey, sweat inducing, symphonic, Trump can’t handle this coffee, vengeful, Wagnerian, wicked, with nutmeg and cinnamon swirls, with a hint of stevia, with a hint of vanilla, with a hint of rum, with a hint of whisky, with a hint of cherry, with a hint of fruit overtones, with a hint of drugs spicing up the coffee, spendific, speeding, splendid, superior accept no substitutes, survived the Vietnam war, the Iraq war, the Afghan war, the first and Second Korean war, World War 11, the war on poverty, the war on drugs, the war on black people, the sexual revolution, Soulful as a summer’s night in MOTOWN- James Brown approved, TOP approved, Berkeley approved, the coffee that Jimmy Hendrix drank before he died, the coffee that Elvis drank on his last breakfast, the coffee that Barry White crooned as he drank his cup of coffee – and the coffee that made the white boy play stand up and play that funky music, the coffee that made Jonny B Goode play his guitar, and made Jonny bet the devil his soul after he drank his morning cup of righteous coffee and the coffee that make the Rolling Stones Rock and Roll, the coffee your mother warned you against drinking, the coffee that Napoleon drank when he became the Emperor of all Europe, the Coffee that Beethoven drank when he wrote the Ninth symphony, the coffee that Mozart drank as he wrote his last symphony, the coffee that Lincoln drank before he was killed, the Hemingway drank before he killed himself, the coffee that started the 60’s, and ended the 20th century, the coffee that Lenin drank as he plotted revolution, the coffee that Hitler and Stalin drank with FDR as they divided up the world after World War 11, the cup that JFK drank before he was blown away, the coffee Jerry drinks while driving in cars with random celebrities and political figures, the coffee that Jon Stewart drinks before he goes on an epic take down of some foolish politico, the cup of Arabic coffee that Sadaam drank the day he was executed, the coffee that GW and Cheney drank when they bombed Baghdad, the Indian cup of coffee that Bid Laden drank before 9-11 and just before the seals blew his ass to hell, the cup of coffee that Tiger Woods drank with his mistresses while playing a 3, 000 dollar round of golf at Sandy Lane golf course in Barbados, the last legal drug that does what drugs should do, the cup of coffee that Obama drank when he became President, Vietnamese, Vienna brew, wacky, whimsical, Whisky Tango Foxtrot, wild, weird, wonderful, WOW, Yabba dabba doo! Yada 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

    the latest version published on Creative Gremlins  also can be found on my blog which is https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com © May 2018, john Cosmos Aller      

    This poetry writing prompt submitted by Alex Phuong:

    The publication of poetry could potentially result in an enduring legacy. Please write a poem so beautiful that it could possibly leave an indelible mark on the literary landscape.

     

    April 28—Back to work

    My Life as a Diplomat

    For 27 years
    I served as a foreign Service officer
    A U.S. Diplomat
    Representing the U.S.
    Around the world
    And in Washington, DC

    I served in ten countries

    Antigua
    Barbados
    Grenada
    India
    South Korea
    Spain
    St. Kitts
    St Lucia
    St. Vincent
    Thailand

    I did everything

    From issuing visas
    Blogging about program evaluations
    Serving as a program evaluator
    Helping American businesses
    Helping Americans who got into trouble
    Organizing conferences
    Coordinating classes
    Investigating visa and passport fraud
    Serving as a labor officer
    Serving as a commercial officer
    Serving as a human rights officer
    Serving as an economics officer
    Serving as an environmental officer

    Visiting prisoners

    And through it all
    I was always proud
    To serve my country

    And make the world
    A better place
    Winning friends
    And influencing people

    Promoting American values
    Around the world

    Day Twenty-Nine

    NaPoWriMo

    Rock Stars of the 19th Century’

    chopin
    Colour illustration, Music/ Composers, Frederic Chopin, Polish composer, (1810-1848) (Photo by Bob Thomas/Popperfoto via Getty Images/Getty Images)

    Way back when

    In the 19th Century

    Way before we had

    Rock stars

     

    We had mad musicians

    Piano players mostly

    Who stormed across

    Europe and America

     

    To enthusiastic crowds

    And rumors of sexual escapades

    And rich women groupies

    To use a modern term

     

    Among them the most famous

    Was Franz Liszt

    And Frederick Chopin

     

    And many other romantic

    Music greats

    Of that by gone era

     

    Happy Tuesday, all, and happy penultimate day of Na/GloPoWriMo.

    Our featured participant today is Adil Akbar, whose response to Day 28’s “music and ceremonies” prompt rather reminds us of César Vallejo.

    Today’s daily resource is the online galleries of the Whitney Museum, where you’ll find artwork as varied as this fun portrait of Billie Jean King, a Frank Stella sculpture that looks like what would happen if a space station fell in love with a bridge, and this contemporary take on the classic embroidered sampler.

    And now for today’s prompt – optional as always. Just as poets make poetry, musicians make music. There is always a living being behind the words, the rhythm, and at the heart of every song. Just as music and poetry can fascinate in their own right, so do the personalities behind every form of art. In her poem, “Canary,” Rita Dove riffs on Billie Holiday, and how her life has been spun into myth. Likewise, in “Ode for Donny Hathaway,” Wanda Coleman muses on another tragic figure, in the form of the eponymous soul singer and keyboardist.

    Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem that takes its inspiration from the life of a musician, poet, or other artist. And while our example poems are squarely elegiac, don’t feel limited to minor-key feelings in your own work.

     

    2025 April PAD Challenge: Day 29

    On Day 29 of the 2025 April Poem-A-Day Challenge, writers are challenged with the fifth (and final) Two-for-Tuesday prompt of the month.

     

    The beginning of the End of MAGA Dreams

     

    The American public is growing weary.

    They are growing leary.

    The MAGA madness is growing dreary.

    The public no longer buying what they are selling.

     

    The authoriarians are on the retreat.

    No one follows what they tweet.

    People joining rallies voting with their feet,

    No more bowing down and knelling.

     

    ochtfochlach (pronounced: “UKHT-uh-KHLAHCH”) is irish for “eight line stanza”
    “ocht” – meaning 8
    “fochlach” – meaning line/stanza

    so…
    an 8-line stanza
    with a rhyme scheme of: aaab cccb.

    Before we get into today’s prompt(s), I just wanted to give another quick update on the 2024 November PAD Chapbook Challenge results. I’m almost there and blocking out time today to finish it up; so I’m hoping to make the announcement this afternoon/evening and link to the results in tomorrow’s final prompt for April. I’m so sorry for the delay; it wasn’t intentional. On to the poetry!

    It’s time for the fifth (and final) Two-for-Tuesday prompt:

    • Write a “near the end” poem and/or…
    • Write a “near the beginning” poem.

    Are we near the end of writing poems or near the beginning of revising them? I don’t know.

    MAGA stands for Make America Great Again and is the name of the movement that President Trump launched prior to his first term and his second term in office.

     

    April 29, 2025: Poetry Writing Prompt from Maria DePaul

    the revolution is coming

    A revolution is coming
    I can feel it in my bones

    A revolution is coming
    And it will wipe out
    The collapsing edifices
    Of the American Empire

    The masses are rising up
    To throw off their chains
    And demand justice

    The masses are coming
    For the masters of the universe

    Their day is numbered
    And they know it too

    One day
    The masses will rise up
    Storm the citadels of power

    Arresting the corrupt leaders
    In the name of revolutionary justice

    As the revolutionary fires
    Consume the nation

    And I can’t wait
    For the revolution

    Is long overdue

    This poetry writing prompt submitted by Maria DePaul:

    In times of upheaval, poetry can inspire resilience and resistance. If an issue touches the heart or inspires an action, share that on the page so that others may find ways to express themselves. Poets of the world unite — all we have to lose are the chains that block free and full expression! Now is the time!

    If you write a poem from this prompt, post it as a comment underneath the prompt in the Poetry Superhighway Facebook Group.

    Dew Drop In Prompts

    April 29—Birds

    The attack of the Birds

    Starling bird
    Starling bird

     

    One day

    Back in 2005

    When I was living

    In Suburban Virgina.

     

    I felt like I was living

    In an episode of a famous movie

    The “Birds.”

    A band of  outlaw starlings

    Decided to live

    On my roof,

    And on a door frame

    Spending all day there.

     

    Flying back and forth

    And making a huge mess

    On my front doorstep.

     

    We tried the fake owl

    We bought at Walmart

    They quickly learned

    To ignore it.

     

    We put beanie babies

    Up on ledge over the door

    That scared them

    For a day.

     

    We came home

    The bird had totally

    Destroyed the beanie babies

    And were looking at me.

     

    Grinning as if to say,

     

    “That’s the best you can do, human?

    You don’t scare us what with your fake owl

    And your fake beanie babies. !”

     

    Our contractor sealed off the ledge

    And destroyed their nest on the roof

    And the birds reluctantly flew

    Off down the street.

     

    But I still saw them

    About Flying

    Grinning and laughing

    At me.

     

    Day Thirty

    NaPoWriMo

    Tower of Power Still Rocks

    Tower of Power

    Has been rocking

    The world

    Since the late 60s

     

    A band straight out

    of Oakland

    East Bay

     

    they were the best funk band

    ever

    the poster child

    of funkiness.

     

    The best horn section

    The best guitar work

    The best singers

    The best drummers.

     

    their greatest hits

    Include,

    “What is Hip”

    And the immortal make-out song.

     

    “You’re Still a Young Man”

    The first song I slowly danced to

    The song I played

    When I first met my wife

     

    Hearing that song today

    I still wonder

     

    How many babies

    Were conceived

    After slow dancing

    To this song?

     

    Final Ode to Tower of Power for this challenge

     

    Wow, we made it, everyone! Today’s the final day of National/Global Poetry Writing Month. We hope you make it to the end of the day with thirty new poems under your belt. But even if you didn’t manage to keep up with the whole poem-a-day thing, we hope you had fun!

    We’ll be back tomorrow with our final featured participant and some closing thoughts for the year’s challenge, but in the meantime, our featured participant for today is Catching Lines, who brings us an elegy for Janis Joplin in response to Day 29’s inspired-by-the-music-makers prompt.

    Our final resource is Matterport, a site that lets you take virtual tours of all kinds of museums, ranging from the National Museum of Ireland to the Bicycle Museum of America.

    Finally, here’s the last prompt of this year’s Na/GloPoWriMo (optional, as always)! In his meandering poem, “Grateful Dead Tapes,” poet Ed Skoog riffs on the eponymous tapes that he’s found in a secondhand store, remembering various instances of hearing the band, both live and in recording. Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem that also describes different times in which you’ve heard the same band or piece of music across your lifetime.

    2025 April PAD Challenge: Day 30

    For Day 30 of the 2025 April Poem-A-Day Challenge, poets (and other party people) are prompted to write a remix poem.

     

    Ghosts Commit Immigration Fraud  Prose Poem Version

    One day, Bob Jones encountered one of the most memorable fraud cases during his time in India as a U.S. immigration officer. People often pretended to be single instead of married, or married instead of single, to jump the immigration queue. Sometimes officers would reluctantly issue fraudulent visas because proving fraud was nearly impossible and very difficult to do. In general, visas were only refused for fraud when it was blatant, right in front of them, and when the applicant continued to lie even when presented with evidence of their dishonesty.

    One day, Miss Patel approached Bob, asking him to reconsider holding up the visas for her four siblings, who were married but pretending to be single. She claimed her father, a U.S. citizen, was in the hospital, and his dying wish was for his children to join him in the U.S. The only problem was that Bob had already checked and found that her father had passed away two weeks earlier. When he died, the petition for the visas died with him. Miss Patel had lied to Bob, pleading for him to grant the visas.

    Bob called her up to the window and asked her

    ,
    “So, Miss Patel, when was the last time you spoke to your father?”

    She replied,

    “Oh, I spoke to him just now. He is still alive and waiting for his children to arrive to see him before he dies.”

    “He is alive right now?”

    “Yes, he is still alive, and he’s waiting for the immigrant visas to be processed.”

    Bob said, “OK, well, there’s just one problem. Do you believe in ghosts?”

    “What?”

    “Well, you see, here’s the problem. There’s only one way you could have spoken to your father today—and that is if you spoke to a ghost. According to the hospital, he died two weeks ago.”

    Bob then showed her the fax from the hospital confirming Mr. Patel’s demise.

    Miss Patel started crying. Bob then said,

    “Well, I’m sorry, but there is nothing I can do at this point. The law is the law, and I have an obligation to enforce it. Under the law, the penalty for visa fraud is a 99-year ban on entry to the U.S. However, planes fly both ways—you can go visit them every year if you want, but they’re not coming into the United States. You can file for them again, and in eight years, seek a visa waiver for ineligibility. It is sometimes granted.”

     

    Based on a true story from 2003, the immigration system has been broken for decades and remains so to this day.

    In my opinion, there is substantial fraud within the immigration system. However, I disagree with massive deportation actions. Instead, I believe we should implement a grand reset by offering amnesty to illegal immigrants working in the U.S. illegally. Green cards could be granted to those meeting three criteria: they either have a job or can secure one, they speak minimal English, and they agree to pay back income taxes on a payment plan spread over several years. Those who fail a background check, do not have a job lined up, or cannot speak English would be given a quick hearing and deported.

    This proposal would go hand in hand with a massive overhaul of the immigration system. I would eliminate the sibling category entirely, as well as Diversity Visas (DV). However, I would allow anyone currently in line one year to register with the government and one year to process their visas. Priority would be given to educated immigrants, and a pathway to green cards would be offered to all foreign students. Additionally, I would enforce an English-speaking requirement for all immigrants.

    I would also mandate E-Verify systems, ensuring that employers hire only legal immigrants.

    This plan would clean up the immigration queue, restore order to the system, and better match the needs of the economy. While immigrants are necessary, it is essential to ensure the process is carried out legally.

     

    April 30, 2025: Poetry Writing Prompt from Brendan Constantine

    Jake Piano Jones

     

    Jake Piano Jones

    Often blamed his parents

    And their weird sense of humor

    They said

    “Hey it was the 60’s, man!”

     

    For giving him the middle name

    Piano

    Based on the fact

    His father was a jazz piano player

    And his Mom his biggest fan

     

    He decided to call himself

    JP Jones

    And the name stuck

     

    He felt it was a better name

    For him as he grew up

    And became known

    As JP Jones

     

    And became a rock star

    In his own right

     

    One day

    His real name leaked

    His fans loved it

    And started calling him

     

    Jake Piano Man Jones

    And that became

    His new name.

     

    Items in my room

     

    Piano

    TV

    Pilates ball

    Couch

    Coffee table

    Cabinet

    Photos

     

     

    This poem writing prompt submitted by Brendan Constantine:

    WHAT’S MY NAME?

    Take a few minutes to look around your immediate surroundings and note down 6 different sights. They can be anything. For instance, when I look around my desk I see the following:

    An antique lamp
    A painting of a cowboy
    A glass of lemonade
    Hotel Insomnia (book title)
    An origami bird
    Rabbit shaped candy

    Once you have your list – choose one with the most pleasing sound. From my list, I think I’ll go with the last one: Rabbit Shaped Candy

    Now set this aside and think about this:

    A few years back, an american couple was denied a birth certificate for their infant daughter when they attempted to name her Zuleykha Graceful Allah. A civil lawsuit was subsequently filed in Georgia Superior Court on their behalf. In the supporting argument, the following list of names was offered. They are all names which parents around the world have attempted to bestow on their children.

    Tiny Hooker
    Stud Duck
    Cash Guy
    Giant Pelvis
    Ghoul Nipple
    Sex Fruit
    Yeah Detroit
    Candy Stohr
    Fish and Chips
    Fat Meat
    Acne Fountain
    Legend Belch
    Freak Skull
    Satan
    Dracula
    Zombie
    Loser
    Lust
    Sloth
    Violence
    Cholera
    Messiah
    Latrina
    Crimson Tide Redd
    Louisiana Purchase
    Number 16 Bus Shelter
    Tula Does the Hula in Hawaii

    A recent article in Harper’s notes a recent trend in baby names reflective of the global pandemic. Since the outbreak of Covid -19 worldwide, the following new names have appeared:

    Corona
    Corona Kumar
    Corona Kumari
    Covid
    Covid Marie
    Covid Rose
    Coviduvidapdap
    Lockdown
    Sanitizer
    Covid Bryant

    You can probably see where this is going. Your task is to compose a new poem in which you explore what it would be like to be named for the thing you chose from your list. Your poem can be in any style or person: 1st, 2nd, 3rd.

    In my case, I would have to write about Rabbit Shaped Candy.

    What’s your name?

    Take your time with this one.

     

    April 30—Ars poetica

    Why do we write?

    40 lines

    A writer is often asked
    Why do you write?
    What motivates you?
    What keeps you going?

    How do you handle the constant rejections?
    The self-doubts
    What comes with the writer’s life?

    I write as many writers do
    Because I must
    Because the damn muse
    Will never leave me alone

    The characters in my head
    Demand to let their voices be heard
    Demand to be freed
    To tell their tales

    And I am a slave
    To my muse
    Who takes me
    Where she will

    No matter what
    I must write every day

    Usually starting my day
    Drinking coffee
    Watching the news unfold

    Writing my thoughts
    Letting the poetry flow
    Out of my soul

    Bleeding onto the computer screen
    The words waiting to be spoken
    To tell their tale
    Before the day is over

    That is why I write
    Because I can not write
    That is the Buddha nature
    Of being a writer after all.

    Most of us probably started writing to fulfill the requirements of our teachers in school. We wrote to pass the course and gain recognition through grade assignments.

    During some self-analysis upon leaving the Navy and starting my job search, I realized that the things I enjoyed the most and had the most success with involved writing of some sort. Therefore, a technical writing job seemed to be the perfect union of that interest with my engineering education. For the next few years, I wrote to instruct field technicians on how to implement retrofit modifications on aircraft.

    Later, in the business world, I wrote to enlighten co-workers, managers, and customers about procedures, policies, and systems.

    Nowadays, while I sometimes still write for those reasons (as I’m doing here), many more factors keep me engaged in this wondrous process. That’s probably the case with you, too.

    If you feel a need to express your most personal response to this mysterious, beautiful, and sometimes painful world in the shapes, colors, sounds, and smells of your imagination, creative writing can provide a powerful means of therapeutic release.

    The pure joy that comes with meeting the challenges of crafting the language into something meaningful, like molding a piece of clay with your hands, can be a refreshing recreational outlet.

    Many writers are driven to publish their work on the printed page. I can vouch for the exhilarating sense of satisfaction that comes with that first acceptance letter.

    Upon receiving a reviewer’s comment that one of my stories reminded him of a stand-up comedian’s routine, I realized that the desire to entertain/is also a driving force that keeps me motivated.

    For whom do you write?

    Many writers resist criticism and defend their writing with the claim that they write only for themselves. While some therapeutic or recreational writing may not be intended for sharing with an audience, writing is usually employed as a means of communicating with other people. Of course, the grocery lists and phone numbers you scribble on scraps of paper probably are intended for only you. However, those things within you that won’t rest until they are given voice–the burning memories that linger in your heart and the fanciful fugitive images floating around in your head–must be shared with someone else to satisfy the need for expression.

    When you sit down to write, you should keep your audience in mind. Whether it be your friends and family, a group of readers interested in a particular genre as identified here at WDC, or an editor for a specific publication, the language you use serves as a bridge between you and the reader. Choose accordingly.

    Your reasons for writing along with your prospective audience will influence the voice you use in your writing, as the relationship between the writer and the reader develops into a true collaboration in this wondrous experience.

    Today’s Practice Session: Write about your objective(s) as you continue on this marvelous journey.

    Then ponder the postings of your peers and exchange views about the various motivations that keep us all inspired in this venture.

    Bonus Poems Writing Com Weekly Challenge

    Prompt Week 34

    The seasons of the year 2024

     

    Winter started with Arctic blasts

    Polar vortexes

    Political turmoil everywhere

    and fear of the future.

     

     

    Spring came and went too soon

    I remained in Korea until late Spring

    Yellow dust in the air,

    Spreading Political turmoil

     

    Summertime in the US is hot, with the fear of wildfires

    Went to the US  DC, Oregon, California

    Political earthquakes in the U.S. continued

    Stayed many months dealing with renovations

     

     

    In the autumn, I attended the 50th High School reunion

    Grateful, I am still alive and kicking

    Thinking about the future of the world,

    Wondering what it will mean for me?

     

    Use the following words in your poem:

    Winter  Spring  Summer  Autumn

     

    Prompt 35

    Enjoying La Dolce Vita Italian Style

     

     

    The Italians

    Know how

    to celebrate life

    how to live

    the la Dolce Vita

    the sweet life

     

    enjoying fine wine

    and great food

    with friends

    and family

     

    knowing that life

    is meant to be savored

    life is meant to be enjoyed

     

    one cup of espresso

    and one cup of red vino

    after another and another

     

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    Translation of “La Dolce Vita” is The Sweet Life

     

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    Prompt/Week # 37

    Old phone has a story to tell

     

    Back in the day

    Sam Adams

    Was serving

    In the consulate in Mumbai.

     

    In the old Palace

    That the US took over

    To make it into the consulate

    Way back went.

     

    The telephone people

    Were there to finally

    Modernizing the consulate’s

    Aging phone system.

     

    Before moving

    to a new modern building

    A few years later.

     

    One of the telephone workers

    Found an old phone dating back

    To the 1920s perhaps.

     

    It was the police hot line

    That connected the consulate

    To the local police authorities/

     

    No numbers or dials

    Just picked up

    And the police would

    Be on the other end.

     

    Sam took the antique phone

    Home with him.

     

     

    Imagining the stories

    The phone could tell

    If the phone could remember

    To tell the stories

    It had heard.

     

    The phone sadly

    Sat there

    Dead phones

    Tell no tales

    After all.

     

    Pick any object in your room.
    Now write a poem describing this object.

     

     

    Prompt 38

     

    My favorite Childhood Games

     

    As a young lad

    I did not have many “toys”

    But  I did have a few

    Favorite games

     

    First played Monopoly

    With my siblings and brothers

    When I was five

    Last played it decades ago

     

    I also played cards

    Learned how to play blackjack

    Gin rummy, poker and bridge

     

    Playing Risk and Life

    Parcheesi, Scrabble

    and other games

     

    My mother killed

    At scrabble

    and bridge too

     

    My father installed a pool table

    When I was perhaps 13

     

    And I played pool

    With my friends

    My brothers and sister

     

    And father

    Until I left home

     

    Last played pool

    At my Mom’s house

    Perhaps back in 2002

     

    Before she moved

    To a nursing home

    And the pool table

    Was sold

    When we sold the house

     

    I have found memories

    Of playing monopoly, Risk

    Life and other board games

    And playing pool too.

     

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    Prompt/Week # 38

     

    Write a poem about your favorite childhood toy.

     

    Review For Poems for April 25 2025
    Chapter 26 of the book April 2025 poetry madness
    Excellent

    Jake, this is an impressively varied and emotionally honest collection.
    Your Zappa tribute feels personal and grounded, giving us a glimpse of how his rebellious spirit resonated with you-a nice mixture of admiration and speculative sadness.
    The insomnia piece captures the spiraling “what if” panic of sleepless nights with a raw, repetitive urgency that feels very true to experience.
    The Sphinx poem leans into a mythic voice nicely, though stretching the imagery a little further could have strengthened it even more.
    The caregiving piece is the most affecting-plain, unvarnished, and brutally human. You capture the conflicting emotions-duty, guilt, sadness, even relief-with a refreshing lack of sentimentality.
    Small polishing in line breaks and smoothing occasional typos (e.g., “saddest” to “saddest”) would lift the technical finish, but emotional honesty is what shines through most.
    A moving and wide-ranging contribution to your NaPoWriMo journey.
    Thanks a lot i will fix the typo

    thanks a lot i will fix the typo ​


    Michael Ludwinder

    7 hours ago

    Review For Poems for April 25 2025
    Chapter 26 of the book April 2025 poetry madness
    Excellent

    I really enjoyed the way you shared your thoughts. Your tribute to Frank Zappa felt sincere. I could feel the admiration you have for him as an artist. I also loved how you shared your thoughts about the world. The care you took in describing Sam’s experience with his mother was wonderful. Thank you for sharing these poems – they were full of emotion. Thanks a lot as always

    thanks a lot as always ​

    ~Dovey

    17 hours ago

    Review For Poems for April 29 2025
    Chapter 30 of the book April 2025 poetry madness
    Excellent

    Way to go, Jake!

    You did a fabulous job keeping up with all the posts for NaPoWriMo!!

    I am so glad we all made it!!

    Good luck in the voting booth!

    Kim thanks Kim

    Dolly’sPoems

    a day ago

    Review For poems for April 28 2025
    Chapter 29 of the book April 2025 poetry madness
    Excellent

    The death of America? Oh dear, I hope not. I looks like your post is full of gremlins and those dreaded (A) letters are all over the place. I wish this site could fix this problem. It sounds like you did a bit of travelling in your working life Jake. I learned a little bit more about you in this post, love Dolly xthanks I will fix that

    a day ago

    Review For Poems for April 29 2025
    Chapter 30 of the book April 2025 poetry madness
    Excellent

    From musicians to politicians and revolutions to birds here Jake. I expect you are glad the challenge is finally over now and you can rest your well-worn pen, good luck with the contest result, love Dolly xthanks a lot


    Michael Ludwinder

    a day ago

    Review For poems for April 28 2025
    Chapter 29 of the book April 2025 poetry madness
    Excellent

    Great job again. Your poem about the “Funeral Music for the Death of America” is so thought provoking! I liked how you used music choices to share the sadness running through your words. Your voice is clear and honest, and it made me stop and think. “Shredding the Constitution” and “Illegally impounding funds” also really stood out to me – powerful lines. Thanks a lot


    Michael Ludwinder

    a day ago

    Review For Poems for April 29 2025
    Chapter 30 of the book April 2025 poetry madness
    Excellent

    I enjoyed all your poems. The bird story was my favorite though – it’s so funny. And I loved the birds with attitude! Great job – keep sharing more like this!

    Review For Poems for April 25 2025
    Chapter 26 of the book APril 2025 poetry madness
    Excellent

    Jake, this is an impressively varied and emotionally honest collection.
    Your Zappa tribute feels personal and grounded, giving us a glimpse of how his rebellious spirit resonated with you-a nice mixture of admiration and speculative sadness.
    The insomnia piece captures the spiralling “what if” panic of sleepless nights with a raw, repetitive urgency that feels very true to experience.
    The Sphinx poem leans into a mythic voice nicely, though stretching the imagery a little further could have strengthened it even more.
    The caregiving piece is the most affecting-plain, unvarnished, and brutally human. You capture the conflicting emotions-duty, guilt, sadness, even relief-with a refreshing lack of sentimentality.
    Small polishing in line breaks and smoothing occasional typos (e.g., “sadest” to “saddest”) would lift the technical finish, but the emotional honesty is what shines through most.
    A moving and wide-ranging contribution to your NaPoWriMo journey.
    Timthanks a lot i will fix the typo

    thanks a lot i will fix the typo ​


    Michael Ludwinder

    7 hours ago

    Review For Poems for April 25 2025
    Chapter 26 of the book APril 2025 poetry madness
    Excellent

    I really enjoyed the way you shared your thoughts. Your tribute to Frank Zappa felt sincere. I could feel the admiration you have for him as an artist. I also loved how you shared your thoughts about the world. The care you took in describing Sam’s experience with his mother was wonderful. Thank you for sharing these poems – they were full of emotion.thanks a lot as always

    thanks a lot as always ​

    Review For Poems for APril 23 2025
    Chapter 25 of the book APril 2025 poetry madness
    Excellent

    I loved this poem collection! Your story about the crazy magpies made me smile! Each was unique and enjoyable in their own way. Your poems are full of heart – keep them coming!

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    Review For Poems for APril 23 2025
    Chapter 25 of the book APril 2025 poetry madness

    Excellent

    Jake, your collection for April 23 offers a rich variety of tone and subject, and there is real pleasure in the movement between them.
    The mocking birds piece is wild and vivid, capturing a surreal sense of menace with a playful edge-the birds cackling in Korean and English is a brilliant, slightly absurd detail.
    Your piece on “reprogramming your mind” is a warm, important counterpoint: it reminds readers (and perhaps yourself) that joy still exists if we choose to seek it, without falling into preachiness.
    The short memory about your house feels quiet and grounded, and the Shakespeare piece is a real highlight: personal, affectionate, and tinged with a sense of time passing.
    Your affection for the classics shines through clearly.
    If anything, the different pieces might feel a little loosely stitched when read together, but as a daily writing project, this kind of natural shift between moods feels entirely fitting.
    A heartfelt and honest set.
    Tim

    Dolly’sPoems

    5 days ago

    Review For poems for April 24 2025
    Chapter 24 of the book APril 2025 poetry madness
    Excellent

    It sounds like you enjoy your music and your family Jake and I wish you luck with your piano playing as you work your way through all those ancient composers, love Dolly x x x

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    Michael Ludwinder

    5 days ago

    Review For poems for April 24 2025
    Chapter 24 of the book APril 2025 poetry madness
    Excellent

    Nicely done again. I like the unique formatting at the end. It’s clear you’ve put a lot of care into writing this. I can feel the frustrations of the system. Well done.


    Michael Ludwinder
    Review For Poems for April 22
    Chapter 23 of the book APril 2025 poetry madness
    Excellent

    I love the heartfelt flow of your writing. I like how you speak about your Shakespearean actor friend and how that connection shaped your love for the Bard. That flows so naturally into Earth Day musings. The ending – about walking on Mars with your love – was perfect.

    Dolly’sPoems
    Review For Poems for April 22
    Chapter 23 of the book APril 2025 poetry madness
    Excellent

    I glad to hear you have kept up your piano playing and music brings such a joy to others as well as pleasing your own ear. Shakespeare was far from gay, ha ha ha, he had many female lovers, love Dolly x x x

    Dolly’sPoems
    Review For Poems for April 21 2025
    Chapter 22 of the book APril 2025 poetry madness
    Excellent

    I am sorry you had a fall that caused you to have many operating Jake, how very sad this is. I had a fall that took me weeks to recover from earlier in the year. You are nearly at the end of this challenge and I admire you for keeping this up, love Dolly x x x


    Michael Ludwinder
    Review For Poems for April 21 2025
    Chapter 22 of the book APril 2025 poetry madness
    Excellent

    This was well done. The “DOGE Team Attacks” part was a nice touch that gave your poem a fun feeling. It’s nice to read your humor and personal experience in your writing – keep having fun with it!

     

     

    Review For Poems for April 30 2025
    Chapter 31 of the book APril 2025 poetry madness
    Excellent

    You finally posted your last poem for the April challenge. So many desperate people want to live in the US thinking it is the best place to live, many are disappointed when they get there, love Dolly x x xthanks a lot

    Michael Ludwinder

    5 hours ago

    Review For Poems for April 30 2025
    Chapter 31 of the book APril 2025 poetry madness
    Excellent

    Your poem about Jake Piano Jones made me grin – I love how you showed his name changing over time and how he embraced it in the end! Your writing style is so easy to follow. The line “the damn muse will never leave me alone” made me laugh because it’s so true! Great job.thanks a lot

     

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  • AI Love Poetry

    AI Love Poetry

    she loves poems

    Evil

     

    Computer Rants

    AI Love Poetry

    Well, it was bound to happen.  AI bots now can write tolerable love poems.  I experimented with a few and posted my AI-generated love poems below. I did not edit them, although a few needed editing.  At the end of this piece, I listed the source sites so you can try them yourself.

    Just for fun, I included three of my original love poems and challenge you to tell the difference.

    If anyone wishes to submit their own AI love poems please do so and send me the link and I will post them.

    You can send them to me at authorjakecososaller@gmail.com

    Blessed with Love Publishes Love Poems

    Here are the Poems

    AI Haiku

     

    AI Haiku poems

    Thunderstorms

    Thunderstorm, Lightning
    The sound of thunder and rain
    The feel of hot rain

    Successive weather

    Successive, several
    one of the coldest winters
    a stroke of lightning

    Summertime hot weather

    Summertime hot weather
    Sudden and violent storms,
    Exposed to the cold.

    Thunder

    Lightning and thunder
    the cold rain is coming down
    they roar through the air.

    A love Poem For Angela

    Angela my darling, these words are for you
    Reflecting affections decidedly true

    Your humor and wit is what keeps us on track
    Your spirited laugh I always laugh back

    We travel the world see sites and explore
    Culture, cuisine, couscous and much more

    Deciding on details, a daunting task
    Where to go, which way, together we ask

    Italy, Japan and Thailand too

    Sicilian fare that I cherish with you

    Tiananmen, Timbuktu, or Toronto
    Glorious beaches get set and let’s go

    You work hard at your job, that’s what you do best
    Your knowhow and skills surpass all the rest

    Your charm and your smile just light up your face
    I look up to you for wisdom and grace

    Savvy intelligence, impressive IQ
    Your intellect shines on all that you do

    We go to the movies, it’s one of our treats

    Munching on popcorn, snug in our seats

    I’ll watch any drama with you by my side

    Up on the screen, we see life magnified

    Combat and court cases, battles to fight

    Conflicting passions of wrong and what’s right

    When you’re out for a stroll, I now realize

    At the top of your list is great exercise

    Our lives joined as one our love has no end
    Our trust is our bond together we spend

    Through ups and the downs, inseparably best
    Whether we’re north, south, east or the west

    Perseverance guides us through thick and thin

    Tenacity bolsters you deep down within

    I am ecstatic dear Angela that you are my wife
    You light up my world, every day of my life

     

     

     

    What is Love?

    Space alien
    Asks a question
    For us humans
    What is love?

    I don’t know yet
    I have thought about it
    This much I know
    What it ain’t?

    Not just madness
    Love is not chemistry
    It is far more
    That is it ?

    The Alien smiled
    Saying humans are strange
    Nothing like them
    Anywhere else
    Is that the Truth?

    Crying on that Date

    Crying on that date

    I experienced my future death

    In my dreams,

    I met my fate

    My Father came first

    Followed by my dream girl

     

    Fulfilling out mad history

    Pure insanity overwhelming us

     

    Late in life

    We became lovers

    Loving every moment

    Madness of our marriage

     

    We were mates

    Enjoying many moments

    She became my mother

    My partner

    Always in my sight

    My soulmate

    After our wedding

    Became my wife

    My love for you is ever so strong,

    My love for you is ever so strong,
    My admiration for you forever long.
    Your beauty is to me a never-ending song,
    Your spirit is so vibrant and strong.

    Your eyes sparkle with life’s mystery,
    Your laughter brings joy and glee.
    Your touch is as sweet as honey,
    Your presence is a blessing to me.

    Your loyalty and kindness so true,
    Your love never wavers and its always new.
    Your compassion is so pure and true,
    Your embrace is like a warm hug from you.

    Angela Lee my love for you never dies,
    My heart and soul for you in the sky flies.
    I love you so much and I will never cease,
    My love for you is an eternal feast.

     

     

    Your beauty intense,
    My love for you so spicy,
    Forever in love.

     

    Lucky in Love

    They say
    One can be lucky in cards
    Or lucky in love, but not both.

    For me that is true
    I met my wife
    Who entered my life
    Changing everything.

    Almost as If I had won
    The lotto or the jackpot
    In a way, she was both.

    I never was very good
    At gambling
    Usually losing when I tried
    My luck in casinos.

    My wife liked roulette
    I played the nickel slots
    A low roller gambling man
    Won at blackjack once.

    Lost at poker
    In five minutes
    Never learned craps.

     

     

    22 lines Love Poem

    When Sam Adams
    Was 22 years old
    He was in South Korea
    Doing his Peace Corps duty.

    He had gone there
    In furtherance of a dream
    A dream that had haunted him
    For almost six years.

    He first had the dream
    On October 22, 1974
    In a high school class
    At 2:22 pm.

    He fell asleep
    Saw the most beautiful woman
    In the world talking to him
    He knew that he would marry her.

    Then on September 22, 1982
    At 2:22 pm
    She walked off a bus into his life
    They were married on October 22, 1982.

    On October 22, 2022
    They celebrated 40 years together.

    Based on a true story. The dates were changed to fit the 22-number theme.

     

     

     

     

    Love zejel

     

    In my dreams, she first came to me,
    She was all that I wanted to be.
    Meeting her set my heart so free.

    We met in early September.
    A night that I must remember,
    She was my wife by November.
    She was all I wanted to see.

    I truly met my love on that date.
    For on date, I met my fate.
    Two months later became my mate.
    Filling my heart with cosmic glee.

     

     

    My love for you, sweet Angela Lee,

    My love for you, sweet Angela Lee,
    Runs so deep it’s hard to see.
    It’s like a fire that forever burns,
    Making me yearn for your sweet return.

    It’s more than love, it’s more than spice,
    It’s a passion that will never cease.
    It’s a bond that no one can break,
    No matter how hard they try to take.

    When I am with you, I feel so alive,
    Like I can do anything I strive.
    Your presence brings a warmth to me,
    That I won’t ever want to flee.

    My life is filled with love, joy and bliss,
    All thanks to the love I have for you, Angela Lee.
    You’re the one that I hold so dear,
    And I’ll always be here to love you, my dear.

     

    Love Cromoran

    she came into life
    on that date
    soon became my wife
    met my fate.

    filling me with love
    was my mate
    just like a cute dove
    it was great.

    she is all that I need
    cannot wait
    just hear my plea
    Play it straight,

     

    There’s a sweetheart called Angela Lee,

    There’s a sweetheart called Angela Lee,
    So naughty and mischievous she can be.
    When she’s with me, my heart skips a beat,
    And I love her more than any treat.

    She’s my special girl, no one can compare,
    She’s my life and she’s always there.
    When we kiss and hug, it’s always so sweet,
    And I’m so lucky to have her as my sweetheart.

    Our love is so strong, it’s hard to explain,
    Our life together is like falling rain.
    So I’ll whisper “I love you” into her ear,
    And she’ll know that I’m sincere.

     

     

     

     

     

    My Love, angela`

     

    Your skin glows like the strawberry, blossoms sweet as the rose in the purest hope of spring.
    My yearning heart rises to your violin voice and leaps like a antelope at the whisper of your name, angela`.

    The evening ascends in on a great dove wing.
    I am calmed by your delicate lace that I carry into the twilight of starbeams and hold next to my heart.

    I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of honey.
    As my eyes falls from your eyes, I am reminded of your smile.
    In the hushed, I listen for the last splash of the spring.

    My heated breast breathes inside my soul. I wait in the crystal moonlight for your secret body so that we may race as one, breast to breast, in search of the glorious blue sensual wings of love.

     

    Your Skin Glows like the Peaches

     

    Your skin glows like the peaches , blossoms sweet as the rose in the purest hope of spring.
    My yearning heart rises to your flute voice and leaps like a bear at the whisper of your name, Cutie pie .

    The evening ascends in on a great dove wing.
    I am calmed by your delicate bra that I carry into the twilight of starbeams and hold next to my heart.

    I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of honey.
    As my eyes falls from your eyes, I am reminded of your smile.
    In the hushed, I listen for the last splash of the spring.

    My heated heart breathes inside my soul. I wait in the crystal moonlight for your secret body so that we may love as one, heart to heart , in search of the glorious black sensual music of love.

     

     

    Your skin glows like the apples,

     

    Your skin glows like the apples, blossoms adorable as the rose in the purest hope of spring.
    My yearning heart rises to your trumpet voice and leaps like a lion at the whisper of your name, anita.

    The evening ascends in on a great eagle wing.
    I am calmed by your blue jeans that I carry into the twilight of moonbeams and hold next to my heart.

    I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of honey.
    As my eyes falls from your eyes, I am reminded of your smile.
    In the hushed, I listen for the last splash of the spring.

    My heated heart breathes inside my soul. I wait in the crystal moonlight for your secret body so that we may love as one, heart to heart , in search of the glorious black sensual music of love.

     

    For My Adorable Ocean

     

    Roses are red,
    Violets are blue,
    My name is adorable,
    And so are you.

    Orchids are white,
    Ghost ones are rare,
    Your covered is chocolate,
    And so is your hair.

    Magnolia grows,
    With buds like eggs,
    Your run is long,
    And so are your legs.

    Sunflowers reach,
    Up to the skies,
    Your trout is brown,
    And so are your eyes.

    Foxgloves in hedges,
    Surround the farms,
    A way is long,
    And so are your arms.

    Daisies are pretty,
    Daffies have style,
    Brightness is dazzling,
    And so is your smile.

    Ocean is beautiful,
    Just like you.

     

    For My Playful Seahorse

     

    Roses are red,
    Violets are blue,
    Reference is playful,
    And so are you.

    Orchids are white,
    Ghost ones are rare,
    Powder is white,
    And so is your hair.

    Magnolia grows,
    With buds like eggs,
    My body is fat,
    And so are your legs.

    Sunflowers reach,
    Up to the skies,
    A mind is thoughtful,
    And so are your eyes.

    Foxgloves in hedges,
    Surround the farms,
    A line is thin,
    And so are your arms.

    Daisies are pretty,
    Daffies have style,
    The party is winning,
    And so is your smile.

    A seahorse is beautiful,
    Just like you.

     

    On this Valentine’s Day, angela

    I gaze upon your scarlet

    black hair,

    for we are
    your brown eyes,

    a pulse through

    the fog of war
    joined together, I give you

    May forever be Valentine’s Day.

     

    Sources

     

    Writing com word search

    She loves poetry.com

    Poetry soup love poetry generator

    Poem generator.org/uk/love

    Poems of Quotes love Poem Generator

    https://www.poemofquotes.com/tools/poetry-generator/love-poem-generator?gosubmit=1

    https://www.poem-generator.org.uk/love/

     

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    Stuart Woods Looses the Big Bet Writers’ Cramp

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    One day Sam Adams
    Went to a book festival

    He saw Stuart Woods
    The author of Stone Barrington novels
    Speaking to an audience.
    He was a big fan.

    Sam sat in and listened
    Got up and berated Stuart Woods
    Saying,

    “Your novels are so formulistic
    A computer could write them
    Are you up for the challenge?
    I bet Big Blue could write them
    Better than you could.”

    Stuart looked at him,
    And said,

    “You are on.
    Bring it on
    I will prove mankind
    Is better than any computer.”.

    Sam worked for IBM
    Went to the chief programmers
    Of “Big Blue “and worked out the details
    With Stuart Wood’s agents.

    One year later
    Critics and readers were given copies
    Of the latest Stuart Woods novel
    And Big Blue’s version.

    The results came back
    Big Blue won hands down
    And Stuart Woods lost the best
    Becoming Just the latest victim
    Of the AI revolution.

     

     

  • Jack Daniels’s Failed Intervention

    Jack Daniels’s Failed Intervention

    More Journal of Expressive Writing Publication

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    Jack Daniels’s Failed Intervention

    Unlikely Stories will publish my poem, “Jack Daniels Intervention” in their November edition.

    Dear Jake,

    Thank you for your continuing submissions to Unlikely Stories Mark V! I loved “Jack Daniels’s Failed Intervention” and would be delighted to publish it. We aim to run this piece sometime in the week of November 14-20.

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    Charities can be any organization, anywhere in the world, that does not operate for profit. A charity does not need to be a registered non-profit. For example, another press or magazine that deliberately operates at a loss is fine. This program is of course voluntary. Please do contact me with any questions.

    Thanks again,
    Jonathan

    Jack Daniel’s failed Intervention

    jack daniels

     

     

     

    Sam Adams
    Was drinking alone
    In the infamous Cosmos Bar,
    In Bangkok,
    The city of lost angels.
    Twenty drinks too sober

    He barely noticed
    The naked ladies
    Dancing on the stage.
    On his table

    He had a bottle of Jack Daniels
    Along with a bottle of Johnny Walker
    And five bottles of Singha beer.

    Drinking his way to hell
    Following the advice
    Of the old song

    “One bourbon, one scotch
    And one beer.

    one scotch, one bourbon, one beer

    That played on
    In his lonely head,

    This was his usual
    Friday night routine
    Just another pathetic loser
    Drinking in the Cosmos bar.

    The barmaids
    Left him alone
    He never paid them
    No attention anymore.

    He was there
    To make love
    to his booze bottles,
    the booze bottles,
    were his only friends.

    That night,
    About 0 dark hundred
    He looked up.

    Saw the bottle of Jack Daniels
    Had somehow transformed
    Into that of a younger version
    Of Sam Adams.

    The figure announced,
    That he was the spirit
    Of Jack Daniels

    And had a message
    For Sam Adams.

    “Master,
    It is not my place
    To complain

    But you are
    Drinking a bit too much.
    Twenty drinks a night

    For the last few weeks,
    Don’t you think?

    You are so far gone
    You don’t even notice
    The naked ladies
    Anymore.

    I want you
    To quit
    This one-way ride
    Down the hell hole.

    Put down the bottle
    Go home with Khun Lek
    Who will help you forget
    What you need to forget.

    If you continue drinking tonight,
    The only destination is death

    My friend the Grim Reaper
    Has your ticket
    Ready for redemption.
    So, stop drinking “

    Soon the other bottles
    In front of him

    Started talking to him
    Pleading with him
    To just stop drinking.

    He stared out
    Convince he was going mad
    The barmaids stared
    At the unholy sight,

    As the bottles in the room
    All came alive,
    And began chasing Sam,

    Out into the busy street
    Where a bus ran him over,
    Died on the spot.

    Thus ended Sam Adams’s
    Last binge
    In the city of lost angels.

    Note: There is a real Cosmos Bar in Bangkok, at least there was back in the day.  This is based on a writing com prompt to write a personification poem about the feelings of an inanimate object, I chose a bottle of Jack Daniels.

    I submitted the following as well, but there were not published.

    The Shrimp Talkback
    Gov Abbot Calls for Freedom of Choice In Making Medical Decisions = Irony Meters Blow A Gasket  Found Poem with snarky commentary
    Governor Abbot, What Is Wrong with You? COVID
    9-11 Evil

    the Shrimp Talkback

    shrimp
    shrimp

     

     

     

     

     

    Sam Adams and friends
    Were enjoying a shrimp feast,
    Watching the live shrimp
    Being roasted
    Waiting to enjoy eating them.

    The head shrimp jump out of the pot
    Followed by other shrimp
    Soon thousands of shrimp
    Were everywhere.

    The head shrimp spoke up
    “Humans
    What gives you the right
    To kill us,
    To eat us,
    To burn us alive?

    Perhaps we should kill you
    Tear you apart
    And eat you?

    Would you like that
    You human scumbags?”

    The shrimp surrounded the humans
    Swarming all over them
    Killing them.

    Burning them
    As they overturn
    The flaming pots

    Biting them
    Smothering them
    In hot sauce
    As they eat them.

    Screaming
    “Death to all humans.”

    The head Shrimp finally said,
    Time to go
    We are so out of here.

    The shrimp all ran out the door
    And back into the shrimp farm waters.

    The firefighters
    Find the charred remains
    Of the humans.

    Now just charred skin and bones,
    Wondering how they died.

    The shrimp in the pound
    Lookout,
    Wondering if they should attack
    But decide they had eaten
    Enough human meat.
    For the evening.

    Gov Abbot Calls for Freedom of Choice in Making Medical Decisions = Irony Meters Blow a Gasket -found poem

    governor abbot
    FILE PHOTO: Texas Governor Greg Abbott speaks at the annual National Rifle Association (NRA) convention in Dallas, Texas, U.S., May 4, 2018. REUTERS/Lucas Jackson/File Photo

     

     

     

     

     

     

    Apparently,
    Rhetorical consistency
    Is about as high
    On Texas Gov. Greg Abbott’s agenda

    As ensuring his constituents
    Have a working power grid,
    Are safe in their schools
    And can easily vote.

    On Thursday,
    the Republican governor
    fired off a tweet,

    blasting President Joe Biden’s announcement,
    of new requirements for large employers,
    to ensure workers either get vaccinated
    or face weekly COVID-19 tests.

    Calling the mandate
    an “assault on private businesses,”

    Abbott pledged that Texas,
    or its GOP leadership anyway,
    was working to thwart Biden’s “power grab.”

    And here’s where the tragicomic
    part comes in.

    “I issued an Executive Order
    protecting Texans’
    right to choose
    whether they get the COVID vaccine

    Added it to the special session agenda,”
    If you’ve been paying attention,
    you’re then aware
    that Abbott’s tweet trumpeting
    Texans’ right
    to make individual health choices,
    comes days after he signed a law.
    banning the majority
    of abortions in the state.

    Abbott is talking
    out both sides of his mouth
    when it comes to matters of choice.”

    Comment:

    The irony meters
    Have blown a gasket
    You talk about the right to choose
    The right to not get vaccinated
    Or wear a mask.

    You know that is the right
    To infect everyone else
    Including you
    You and your family could die.

    Because of idiots
    Who refuse to get a vaccination
    Or wear a mask.

    The blood is on your hands
    Own it.

    The corona ghosts
    Are watching you.

    Governor Abbot, what is Wrong with You?

     

     

     

     

     

     

    Governor.
    I want to ask you a very simple question
    about your opposition to mass mandates
    and vaccination requirements,
    and your saying people have a right to choose
    not to get vaccinated, or wear a mask.

    what is wrong with you?
    Right now,

    in this country,
    COVID is spreading out of control/

    especially in Texas and Florida,
    and a few other states
    where the vaccination rate is fairly low
    and people have abandoned wearing masks.

    People are dying
    Because so many people
    Refuse to do the right thing.

    Get a vaccine
    Wear a mask

    Avoid crowds
    If everyone did their part
    The pandemic would be soon over.

    But if people
    Continue to follow your guidance
    Acting like the self-centered scumbag
    That we now see you are,

    Thousands more will die
    The economy will not re-open
    Travel will not resume.

    Perhaps more dangerous variants
    Will emerge.

    And it is all on you
    Governor Abbot.

    Just man up,
    Admit you were wrong
    Encourage people to shut up.

    Get the vaccine
    And save your state
    And country.

    The corona ghosts
    Are watching you!

    Evil

     

     

     

     

    Evil in this world
    lurks in the deadliest places.
    Evil came to town on 911
    the day that evil swept over the world

    a true Black Swan event
    that transformed everything
    splitting the world into a pre-9-11 world
    and a post 9-11 world
    unleashing the War on Terror, the wars in Afghanistan, the wars in Iraq, the war in Libya, the war in Syria, the wars in Africa, the horrors of ISIS, the horrors of the Taliban resurgent, the horrors of Al Qaeda and all the rest of the Muslim terrorists,  the war in the streets of any big city, the war on Muslims, the war on Christians, the war on Jews, the apartheid in Palestine, the wars on dissent at home, the Arab Spring

    so many things can be traced
    to the impact of 9/11
    one of the most unlikely events
    of recent history

    that transformed
    everything

    yes there was a pre-9-11 world
    hard to imagine now
    and a post 9-11 worldwide police state
    on steroids

    lost democracy at home
    and abroad
    we are  still coping

    with the damages unleashed
    by the evil plane bombers
    fulfilling their mad desires
    their dictates from their mad God

    transforming the world
    unleashing evil
    on the once innocent world.

    the End