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    All Poetry Poems

    Cosmos’s Poems in All Poetry. Fan Story, Poetry Soup, Writing Com and Elsewhere

    I have been posting poems on All Poetry, Fan Story, Poetry Soup and Writing Com, and elsewhere   since 2016. I have posted over 1000 poems over the years. Many of them were inspired by All Poetry, Fan Story, Poetry Soup or Writing Com  contests. I have been posting ten poems every other week since I joined. I have 600 followers and follow over 1600 other poets from around the world.  I have also posted poems on Cosmos Funnel, Hello Poetry, Poetry Lore, Poem Hunter, Poetry Magnum Opus, and a few other sites and on FB poetry sites as well.   I usually cross post on all these sites, reserving about half my poems as “unpublished” for publication credit.

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    Index

    1. Just a Halloween Nightmare
    2. Halloween Is Coming Too Soon
    3. Poisonous Junk Food Killng Us Slowly
    4. Ode to the Lowly Doughnut
    5. MAGA Neighbor Saw Me as the Devil Incarnate
    6. My Favorite Time Of Day
    7. Seeing The Taj Mahal
    8. Nice Weather For Ducks
    9. Learning He Was Jewish On Rosh Hashana
    10. Your Love Still Gives Me A Thrill
    11. Korean Winter Blues
    12. When I First Saw You
    13. Robot Lady Bug
    14. Sam Adams Returns To The Green Beaches Of Oregon
    15. Oceans Dying
    16. Climate Is Changing
    17. Evil Winds Haiku
    18. What Do Trees Think Of Us?
    19. Walking Along The Winter Korean Beach
    20. 11 Winter Haiflu/Senryu
    21. Sunsets Of Love
    22. The Elephant In The Room
    23. Contaza Love Poem
    24. Sam Adams Cutting Words
    25. What Is Love Explained To A Space Alien
    26. Neo-50ths Return of The Red Menace

    Beginning Poems

    Just a Halloween Nightmare

    on Halloween

    Sam Adams

    went drinking

     

    in the Cosmos Bar

    In Soi Cowboy

    Bangkok, Thailand

     

    He woke up

    in a dark, dangerous forest

    lit by the evil full moon

     

    creatures

    out of his worst nightmares

    saw him

     

    The Chief of them all

    Wears a Trumpian mask

    Complete with orange hair

    Half-human half pig

     

    His deputy

    Wears the face of Putin

    But his body

    Half-human, half-horse,

     

    The other creatures wear masks

    Many of them wear

    Green Pepe the alt-right

     

    Symbolic frog masks

    And I have T-shirts

    Bearing alt right slogans

    And Nazi symbols

     

    And as they prance about

    They chant alt-right slogans

    And neo-Nazi chants

     

    Jews will not replace us

     

    And the rest of these creatures

    Are hideous beasts

    Apes, cannibals, demons, dwarves,

    Goblins, leprechauns, imps, monsters, orcs,

    Pirates, satyrs, werewolves, zombies,

     

    start chasing him

    chanting

     

    “Death to all humans

    Sam Adams must die”

     

    Just when they are about

    To catch him

    He wakes up

    In his bed

     

    Just another

    Halloween nightmare

    He concluded

     

     

    Halloween is Coming Too Soon

    Black cat on old rock wall Halloween night

    It seems to me

    That it is absurd

    In the US

    That COSTCO and Home Depot

    Start putting out Halloween decor

    In July

    Christmas too

    Way too soon

    I say

     

    Poisonous Junk Food Killing Us Slowly

    So much of what we eat

    It is not good for us

    In fact

    Most junk food

    It is nothing but poison

    Designed to be so delicious

    As we eat ourselves

    Into an early grave

     

    Ode to the Lowly Doughnut

     

    Many years ago

    I used to take a coffee break

    About 10 am

    And had a donut and coffee

    With my colleague

    Sadly, being pre-diabetic

    I have not eaten doughnuts in years.

    MAGA Neighbor Saw Me as the Devil Incarnate

     

    I used to have a neighbor

    In Medford, Oregon

    Who hated me with passion.

    Because I had my Korean relatives

    Staying with me and she was a hard cord

    MAGA all the way Christian fundamentalist

    Who no doubt saw me and my relatives

    As the Devil incarnate.

     

    My Favorite Time of Day

     

    My favorite time

    Of day

    Is sunset

     

    Cocktail hour

    When I drink wine

     

    Occasionally rum

    Or whiskey

    With my wife

     

    Seeing the Taj Mahal

    They say

    There are two types

    Of people

    In this world

    Those who have seen

    The Taj Mahal

    And those

    who have not

     

    Nice Weather for Ducks

     

    God’s Power is demonstrated through His Creation… (see Romans 1:21)

    In Seattle

    During the winter it rains

    The common Winter  greeting

     

    “Is nice weather

    For ducks”

     

    Who loves to play

    In rainy days

    Of Seattle’s winter

     

    Learning He Was Jewish on Rosh Hashana

    US Holocaust Museum

    Sam Adams found out

    Via DNA testing

    On Rosh Hashanah

    He was part Jewish.

     

    That he indeed

    was part Jewish.

     

    10%

    according to the DNA test

    confirming family lore.

     

    His Uncle said

    he had a great grandfather

    On his grandmother’s side

     

    Who was a Russian

    and Ukrainian Jew.

    And part Mongolian

    As most Eastern Europeans are

     

    He went to dinner with Jewish friends

    Celebrating his first Rosh Hashana

    As a Jewish man.

     

    The next day while touring

    the Holocaust museum

    For the first time in his life

    Sam Adams encountered

    three young MAGA white boys

     

    Wearing red MAGA  hats

    and making sexually

    suggestive jokes

    about Jewish women

     

    While they were touring

    the Holocaust museum.

     

    One wondered if the Nazi guards

    Were given an opportunity

    To have sex

    with Jewish women

     

    Before they were sent

    To the gas chambers

    to be killed.

     

    Sam Adams was very angry

    and wanted to confront

    the MAGA  white boys

    But finally decided what the hell,

     

    It would not

    Make a difference

     

    They might think

    that he was just

    An old Jewish man.

     

    And dismiss his complaints.

     

    For them

     

    clearly

     

    Did

    Not

    understand

    Nor

    Care

    At

    all

     

    How utterly deplorable

    Disgusting and vile

    Such comments were

     

    Especially in

    the Holocaust museum

     

    The Holocaust museum

    moved him deeply

     

    And he vowed to himself

    that he would do all

    he could

     

    to make sure

    The world would never

    see another Holocaust

     

     

    Your Love Still Gives Me a thrill

    Ever since I met you

    My life has been a thriller

    Filled with love

    Mystery and desire

    And thrills and spills

     

    Every day

    Filled with surprises

    Filled with love

    Filled with you

     

    I fall in love with you

    Every moment, every minute

    Every second I see you

     

    You

    Always

    Gives me such a thrill

     

    You are indeed

    The thrill

    of my heart

     

    And, baby,

    The thrill is not gone away

    From me

     

    Will be with me

    Forever

    until the day

    I die.

     

    Korean Winter Blues

     

    Korean winters

    Are shorter than before—

    Impact of climate change.

     

    Can get very cold

    As Siberian winds

    Blow in from Russia,

     

    Putting the whole country

    Under a deep freeze—

    Polar vortex.

     

    It does not snow

    Too much

    Except in the mountains.

     

    The coldest day

    I ever experienced

    Was in Korea

    Back in 1979.

     

    The AFKN radio announcer

    Said it was minus 70 F

    (57.C Celsius)

    that morning.

     

    I could not shave

    For one week

     

    Just too damn cold

    Hot water for shaving

    Froze instantly

     

    When I First Saw You

    When I first saw you

    In my dreams,

     

    You mesmerized me,

    You hypnotized me.

    You bewitched me

    You put a love spell

    On me

     

    Your love, mojo

    Working overtime.

     

    Sparks flew

    From heart to heart.

     

    You were mine

    And I was yours.

     

    We knew it—

    Someday,

    We would be

    Together.

     

    It took eight years

    Before you walked

    Off a bus

    And into my life,

     

    Becoming my wife,

    My eternal soul mate.

     

     

    Robot ladybug

    Robot ladybug

    doing its ladybug thing

    no more natural bugs left

     

     

    Sam Adams returns to the Green Beaches of Oregon

     

    lovers on a beach
    lovers on a beach

    Sam Adams

    Returned to his native Oregon

    Just after the end of the world

     

    When the Coronavirus

    Had finally morphed,

    Into the dreaded zombie flu

     

    And the zombie apocalypse

    Ravaged the earth.

     

    Sam Adams like a few others

    Was immune

     

    He returned to the Oregon coast

    Walking the lonely empty

    Verdant green beaches.

     

    Looking for survivors

    Finally found a few people

    And they formed a little community.

     

    Brought together by fate

    They bonded

     

    As they walked

    The lonely beaches.

     

    Oceans Dying

     

    The whole world

    Seems to be dying

     

    The world seems

    to be burning

     

    Wildfires everywhere.

    Megadrought out west,

     

    Monster storms everywhere,

    Leader’s dither and dather,

    doing nothing.

     

    but play the blame game

    As the oceans

    continue to die

     

    Climate is Changing

     

    climate is changing

    bad weather is everywhere

    California burns

     

    Evil Winds Haiku

     

    evil winds blowing

    California burning

    Santa Anna Wind

     

    What Do Trees Think of Us?

     

    what do the trees think

    About us human beings

    Do they fear humans?

     

     

    Walking along the Winter Korean Beach

     

    Walking along the

    Winter Korean Beach

    With the love of my life

    By my side,

     

    She looks at me

    With red hot love

    Flames shooting

    From her black eyes,

     

    Melting away my heart

    Driving out the cold

    of the winter beach.

     

    11 Winter Haiku/Senryu

    Published in Failed Haiku, December 2021

    As winter settles in, so too do the ghosts of memory, pandemic fears, and seasonal melancholy.

    These ten haiku and senryu reflect the emotional landscape of winter 2021·2022, a time marked by isolation and reflection. Originally published in Failed Haiku, this collection captures fleeting moments  of sorrow, resilience, and quiet contemplation.

    Winter Is Coming

     

    Winter is coming

    Cold winds whisper through the trees

    Christmas drawing near

     

    The COVID Virus

     

    The COVID virus

    Surging everywhere it seems

    Winter discontent

     

    Goodbye, 2021

     

    Winter is coming

    Two thousand twenty-two looms

    Goodbye, twenty-one

     

    Fading Memory

     

    2021

    Fading into memory

    Good riddance, we say

     

    Corona Ghosts Rise

    corona
    corona

    Dreading the winter

    Dreading more COVID to come

    Corona ghosts rise

     

    Winter Depression

     

    COVID fears re-emerging

    Travel restrictions return

    Winter is very cold

     

    Whispers in the Wind

     

    Winter is so cold

    With so many ghosts around

    Whispers in the wind

     

    COVID Ghosts Whisper

     

    COVID ghosts whisper

    Crying in the winter wind

    YouTube blues playing

     

    Corona Ghosts Dance

     

    Corona ghosts dance

    Wintertime sadness returns

    Recalling the lost

     

    Revelations

     

    Winter beginning death

    Are the end times coming soon?

    Revelations true?

     

    Snowing Winter Haiflu

     

    snowing winter night

    so many corona ghosts

    voices crying in the wind

     

     

    Sunsets of Love

    My favorite time of

    day

    Is sunset

     

    As the sun begins to set,

    I pour a glass of wine for my wife

    Or sometimes rum or whiskey

     

    And sit down for dinner.

    Drinking our drink

    While watching the sunset,

     

    Over the western sea.

    Sometimes,

    we take a walk

     

    At sunset and watch the sun

    Sink beneath the west sea

    Off Yeoungjong Island

     

    Near the Incheon airport town.

    We live on an island

    So, the sea is all around us,

     

    The park nearby

    It has splendid sea views.

     

    And the mountain top

    It is a great place

    To catch the sunset

     

    Over the nearby sea.

    My favorite sunset story

     

    Though comes from Barbados,

    In the Caribbean sea.

     

    At the right time,

    Of the year,

    Usually in winter,

     

    At sunset,

    When the weather

    cooperates

     

    With a few clouds

    in the sky

    As the sun sets,

     

    You might be lucky

    You might experience the green flash

    the entire sky turns bright green,

    for a flash of a second,

     

    then settles down

    into evening calm.

    I experienced it four times

     

    Four times in three years

    Always a special occasion.

     

    The locals always

    claim

     

    If you look for the green flash

    It will not flash

     

    But when you are

    ready

    It will show its magic

     

    And you will be lucky

    The next day.

     

    And we celebrated

    With a glass of Mt Guy rum

     

    A perfect way

    To end, a perfect sunset.

     

    But in the end,

    If I have

    my wife

    By my side,

     

    The sunset will always

    Be a magical ending

     

    For another day.

    In our earthy

    paradise,

     

    Spent with love

    Of my life

    by my side.

     

    The Elephant in the Room

    In watching

    the news coverage

     

    Of the rising crime wave

     

    There is one thing missing

    Everyone skirts around it

     

    No one wants to deal with it

    No one wants to talk

    about it

     

    No one wants to do anything else

     

    The elephant in the room.

     

    GUNS

     

    GUNS

     

    GUNS

     

    GUNS

     

    MORE GUNS

     

    GUNS FOR EVERYONE

     

    NO LIMITS

     

    NO LICENSE

     

    GO GET A GUN.

    And Blow Someone Away

     

    The result

     

    More deaths

     

    Guns kill people.

    That is what they

     

    Are designed to do

     

    That is Buddha nature

    Of guns after all.

     

    So easy to pull the

    trigger

     

    Blow someone away

    Dead people tell no tales.

     

    MUST

     

    GET

     

    MY

    GUN

     

    The elephant in the room

     

    Smiles

     

    The NRA smiles

    Their work is done.

     

    Contaza Love Poem

     

    On one fine day, she

    came to me

     

    She came to me

    in a dream that date

     

    Later I met her, it was fate.

    She was that I want

    to be

     

    Within weeks

    she became my life

     

    Months later she

    became my wife.

     

    When I saw her, I knew

    it was she

     

    The day we met,

    we went for food

     

    Seeing her there,

    lifted my mood.

     

    From that moment

    she would be mine.

     

    From that date we

    became we

     

    For that date

    in late September

     

    Is a date

    I will remember.

     

    Sam Adams Cutting Words

     

    Sam Adams

    Has a bitter sarcastic

    Cutting attitude

     

    Infamous for his

    Sam Adam’s wit

    Much feared and hated

     

    But many laughed along

     

    As his wit

    was just so funny

    Unless you were the

    victim

     

    Of his verbal cuts

    and put-downs.

     

    Often unloading

    on people

    His bitter sarcastic

    cuts

     

    Designed to humiliate

    And hurt,

    zeroing in on your faults.

     

    A true master

    Of the kiss up

    Kick down

    Intimidation philosophy of life.

     

    He was a verbal bully

    And like most bullies

    Could dish it out

     

    But I did not appreciate it

     

    When it was returned

    Back to him.

     

    What is Love Explained to a Space Alien

     

    One day a spaceship

    landed

    Near Sam Adams’s house,

     

    And a tall alien

    Dressed in silver

     

    Accompanied by three shorter aliens

    Came to his house.

    And told him,

    They were from the planet Sirius,

    And conducting a survey

     

    Of the earth,

    And had some

    questions

     

    For Sam Adams

     

    They had picked him,

    Because they considered him

    A subject matter expert

    On the topic of love.

     

    Which was one

    Of the five things,

    That they could not understand

     

    About humanity.

    No one else

    Among the one million

    Intelligent species,

    Had such a concept.

     

    Sam asked what the

    other things were

    That they did not understand

    They said,

     

    US and global

    politics,

    God

    Gun Violence

    Climate Change

     

    And finally, the issue of love,

     

    Sam told them,

    Let’s discuss these

    issues

     

    Over a beer,

    The beer is on me.

    Since you are visitors.

     

    When they got

    the Cosmos Bar

    Sam introduced them

    to the owner

     

    And ordered drinks

    The owner said to them,

     

    Space aliens drinking in my bar.

    Why not?

     

    And served them their drinks

    On the house, she said.

     

    The aliens said,

     

    Let’s start with love,

     

    Tell us what this thing is

    You called love,

     

    You see in the whole

    universe

    There is no such concept

    Of romantic love.

     

    In most cultures, there are marriages

    And most people are bisexual

    And group marriages are the norm

     

    Love is seen

    As merely sexual attraction

    And most people pick their partners

     

    From computer-generated links

    For we have figured

    it all out

     

    It simply matching attractions

    And computers can figure that out

     

    Not a big deal at all.

    But you persist in

    denying

     

    That love is nothing but

    A chemical DNA thing.

    Designed to promote

    Mating and carrying babies.

     

    Explain to me

     

    Since the media has dubbed you

    The most romantic man

    In the world

     

    So again, explain it

    to us

     

    What is love?

     

    Sam Adams answered

     

    It comes down to this

    Love is mysterious

    Love is magic.

     

    There is a certain Zen element

    To love

     

    A certain Taoist

    element as well

     

    Those who can define

    it

    Have never experienced it

     

    And those who have experienced it

    Can never describe it.

     

    Love is what it is

    And sometime

    It is what it ain’t.

     

    One cannot define it

    But you know it

    When it happens.

     

    One can say a few

    things

     

    Love happens

    When you least expect it.

     

    Love creeps up on you

    Love happens

    When you are washing dishes,

     

    Drinking wine.

    Dancing at a club

    Making love

    For the first time

     

    Or the 10,000th time,

    And every time

    It is different

     

    Then the time before.

    Love happens when you

    give up

     

    Searching for love,

    Waiting for love,

    Wishing for love,

     

    Wishing for the one.

    Then one day

    The one walks out

     

    Of your dreams,

    And into your life

    Becoming your spouse.

     

    He told them a story

     

    About his own love story,

     

    “One day, my spouse

    Was berating me

    For all my myriad faults

    All my sins against her

     

    My omissions and

    commissions

    Malfeasance and misfeasance

     

    Things I had done

    And things I had failed to do.

     

    All of which

    I acknowledged

    And apologized for

     

    But finally,

     

    I had enough

     

    I said,

     

    “Well, if I am so bad

    So horrible

    So evil a creature

    And a person you hate

    So much,

     

    Why

    Did you marry me?”

     

    She laughed,

     

    “Temporary insanity

    And I am still insane.

    Thirty-nine years later”.

     

    We both laughed

    And fell in love

    Again,

    As always,

     

    We fall in love

    With each other

    Every day,

    Every moment

    Every second

     

    We see each other.

     

    It dawned on Sam

    He had the answer

    To the question

     

    Told the Space aliens,

     

    “And that my space alien friends,

    Is the true unknowable madness

    The true Zen spirit of love”.

     

    “Let’s drink to

    the magic of love”.

     

    Finishing his beer

    and ordering

    Another round,

     

    The lead alien said

     

    “Well, that was

    interesting

     

    And I think we begin

    To understand you all

    A bit more.

     

    You are indeed

    The most interesting people

    In the whole universe

     

    And have the best

    beer

    Whiskey and coffee

     

    In the known universe”.

     

    And they drank

    And talked all night long

    Discussing everything

     

    Sam tried to answer

    their questions

     

    But he so many

    for them as well.

     

    They told Sam about

    the universe

     

    And our place in it

    And their plans for us.

     

    The bartender had

    Alerted the media

     

    Who showed up,

    at sunrise,

     

    as they were

    wrapping things up

     

    drinking coffee

    to finish the night.

     

    The aliens did an

    interview

     

    And said Sam had explained

    The greatest mystery of humanity

    What is love?

     

    And they said,

    We will be back soon

     

    Tell your leaders

    To expect us.

     

    And Sam,

     

    Next time,

    we will pick you up.

    Some drinks

    from our planet,

    And the drinks are on us.

     

    My Favorite Things

    wine
    wine

    These are among me

    favorite things

     

    Drinking coffee in the morning

    While watching the news

     

    And writing in my journals

    Recalling my dreams.

     

    Talking to my wife

     

    When she wakes up

    Filling the room

    With the light

     

    Of her love.

    Dispatching me

    nightmares

     

    Replacing them

    With love and happiness.

     

    Drinking tea

    In the afternoon

     

    As I work on my blog.

     

    Evening drinking wine

    At sunset

     

    With my wife

    The love of my life.

     

    By my side

    If I have her

     

    I am the richest person

    In the world.

     

    Neo-50ths Return of the Red Menace

     

    Sometimes watching the news

    Particularly FOX news

    One would think

    That we are living in 1955

     

    Repeat after me

     

    The democrats are not communist

    There are no communists left

    Communists are dead.

     

    One would think

    That we are living

    In the red scare

    Of the 1950s

     

    Repeat after me

     

    The democrats are not communist

    There are no communists left

    Communists are dead.

     

    When communism

    Was a real threat

    To American style capitalism

     

    Repeat after me

     

     

    The democrats are not communist

    There are no communists left

    Communists are dead.

     

    They call the democrats

    Communists, socialists, and sometimes

    Fascists

     

    As if these three things

    Are the same

     

    Repeat after me

     

     

    The democrats are not communist

    There are no communists left

    Communists are dead.

     

    And they have resurrected

    Some of the overheated rhetoric

    Of that era

     

    Repeat after me

     

    The democrats are not communist

    There are no communists left

    Communists are dead.

     

    But fortunately

    Most people are not buying

    What they are selling

     

    Repeat after me

     

    The democrats are not communist

    There are no communists left

    Communists are dead.

     

    Most people don’t think

    That the communists are out

    To destroy America

     

    Repeat after me

     

    The democrats are not communist

    There are no communists left

    Communists are dead.

     

    Realizing that there

    are no communists

    Left in the world

     

    Except for a few hard-core

    believers.

    in Berkeley

     

    Even the Chinese

    Are not communist anymore

     

    Repeat after me

     

    The democrats are not communists

    There are no communists left

    Communists are dead.

     

    Communism died in 1990

    Some

    of the MAGA crowd

     

    Don’t know that

    Because they have

    been brainwashed

     

    for on the fox alternative world

    it is still 1955

    communists are out to get you

    and scary brown people too!

     

    And LGBTQ people

    Are out to turn you gay

     

    Or perhaps

     

    They  have been asleep

    Since 1990.

     

    Speaker Johnson

    How can you say

    That everyone going

    To the No Kings Day Protest

    Is  a communist

     

    And it is being organized

    And funded by the communist party

     

    By Communist Chinese

    or North Korean money

    secretly laundered through

    George Soros’ foundation?

     

     

    There are only

    10,000 CPA members

    Left alive

     

    And 7 million patriotic Americans

    Showed up

    They can’t all be communists can

    they?

     

    Repeat after me

     

    The democrats are not communist

    There are no communists left

    Communism is dead

     

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  • Lincoln Park Poems to be Published in HIll Rag

    Lincoln Park Poems to be Published in HIll Rag

    Capitol Hill Rag Will Publish Lincoln Park Poems

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    Capitol Hill Rag, the monthly newsletter for the Capitol Hill district in D.C., will publish four of my Lincoln Park Poems—plus Summer in D.C. Haiku—in their next issue, due in August. I’ll update this later with the link once it’s available. You can read the Capitol Hill Rag online at HillRag | Capital Community News.

    Capitol Hill has changed dramatically over the past decade. It’s now a vibrant, lively, hipster neighborhood. We’ve owned a classic row house on East Capitol Street since 2015, and I lived there during my assignment with the State Department. I plan to move back in a few years’ time.

    Lincoln Park has always been one of my favorite little parks in D.C. Back in the bad old days, it was an open-air drug market, and there were crack houses nearby. Those days are long gone. Capitol Hill used to be majority African American; now it’s majority white, and the average home price is close to a million dollars. It’s always had a fair number of congressional staff and members living nearby—and it still does. Many of the newer residents are lawyers and lobbyists.

    The neighborhood is poised for significant redevelopment as the D.C. Commanders return to RFK Stadium, just a few blocks away. The site will be extensively redeveloped with housing, retail, the new stadium, and hotels in the coming years.

    Here, then, are my Season of Lincoln Park Poems, written a few years ago, and my Summer in D.C. Haiku:

    Four Lincoln Park Poems

    Summer

    Lincoln Park shines bright

    in the summer,
    The beating heart of the Imperial city,
    On Capitol Hill, just blocks away
    From the homes of the power elites.

    Tall trees stand guard
    Over the humans and their dog masters.
    The trees have heard things,
    Seen things—yet remain discreet,
    Being trees, after all.

    The park slumbers on
    As the humid sauna of the day
    Gives way to a tropical night.

    Fireflies emerge,

    gossiping with the trees and flowers
    About what fools these mortals are.

    As Capitol Hill residents retreat indoors,
    Their air-conditioned classic row houses
    Stand guard over the park.

    Autumn

    Autumn leaves fall

    All around Lincoln Park,
    At the center of the universe.
    The trees shed their leaves,

    A riot of brilliant color in the autumn light.
    Part of the annual display,
    God’s masterpiece,

    A show for humankind

    and their dog masters.
    Nearby, self-proclaimed

    masters of the universe

    Are too busy saving the world
    To pause and take

    In Lincoln Park’s splendor.

    Winter

    As winter descends upon the city,
    Lincoln Park transforms into a wonderland.
    Snow blankets the ground,
    And bare trees shiver in the cold.

    The trees recall a time,

    Not too long ago,
    When Lincoln Park

    Was an open-air drug market,
    And crack houses stood nearby.

    Those days are long gone.
    The average home now

    Sells for over a million dollars,
    And the old African American community
    Has largely been replaced by wealthy white residents.

    But the trees remember—
    And they mourn the loss.

    The newcomers, nice enough,
    Barely notice Lincoln Park.

    Too busy in their important lives
    To stroll through the winter’s quiet beauty.
    The trees wish they could speak—
    They have so much to say.

    Springtime

     

    My favorite season

    In Lincoln Park is springtime,
    When the park bursts into bloom.
    Cherry blossoms, fresh green grass,

    A welcoming sight for humans

    And their dog masters.
    Springtime breathes new life

    Into the neighborhood—
    Dogs walk their owners

    Through the park,

    People embrace the moment,
    Filled with warmth and possibility.
    Winter’s darkness fades,

    And hope returns.
    Cherry blossoms

    begin to snow,
    Petals littering the ground,

    Reminding us all

    That nothing lasts forever.
    Lincoln Park, transient in nature,
    Reflects the rhythm of the Imperial city.

    Few remain for long—
    The cycle continues.
    But the trees endure,
    Silent witnesses

    To the passage of time.

     

    Summer in D.C. Haiku

    Summer in D.C.
    Hot, humid, tropical days—

    Madness on TV

     

    Capitol Hill Background Info

    Co-Pilot provided background info on Capitol Hill neighborhood.

    Here’s a detailed snapshot of the Capitol Hill neighborhood in Washington, D.C., based on the most recent available data:

    🧍 Total Population

    • 8,745 residents live in Capitol Hill
    • Area: 0.519 square miles
    • Population density: 16,839 people per sq mi

    👥 Population by Race

    Race/Ethnicity Percentage
    White 59.9%
    Black or African American 24.8%
    Asian 4.2%
    Hispanic or Latino 7.1%
    Native American 0.1%
    Other / Mixed 3.9%

    🚻 Gender Breakdown

    Gender Population Percentage
    Male 4,416 50.5%
    Female 4,329 49.5%

    📊 Age Distribution

    🏘️ Lincoln Park (Population ~7,763)

    Trends Over the Last Decade:

    • Population Growth: Modest but steady, reflecting stable residential appeal
    • Median Age: 37 years — slightly older than Capitol Hill, suggesting a mix of professionals and established families
    • Racial Composition:
      • White: 74%
      • Black or African American: 13%
      • Hispanic: 5%
      • Asian: 5%
    • Household Size: Average of 2.13 people per household
    • Single-Parent Households: 3.39% — relatively low, indicating a high proportion of dual-income or child-free households

    🌳 Capitol Hill East (Population ~13,486)

    Trends Over the Last Decade:

    • Population Growth: Stronger than Lincoln Park, with a projected increase from ~9,164 in 2020 to over 10,000 by 2030
    • Median Age: ~34.8 years — younger than Lincoln Park, aligning with an influx of younger professionals and new families
    • Population Density: ~17,893 people per sq mi — slightly denser than Capitol Hill proper
    • Demographic Shifts:
      • Increasing share of White and Asian residents
      • Declining share of long-time Black residents, reflecting broader gentrification patterns
    • Household Composition: Similar to Capitol Hill, with a mix of singles, couples, and small families

    The redevelopment of the RFK Stadium site in Washington, D.C. is shaping up to be one of the most ambitious urban projects in the city’s history. Here’s a comprehensive look at what’s planned and how it could reshape the surrounding neighborhoods:

    🏟️ What the RFK Redevelopment Entails

    Project Overview:

    • A $3.7 billion mixed-use development led by the Washington Commanders and the D.C. government
    • Anchored by a 65,000-seat covered stadium for year-round events, including NFL games, concerts, and conventions
    • Target opening: Fall 2030, with groundbreaking expected in 2026, pending D.C. Council approval

    Key Features:

    • 6,000 new housing units, with at least 30% designated affordable
    • A public SportsPlex for youth athletics and recreation ($89 million budgeted)
    • Entertainment districts, hotels, restaurants, and retail zones along the Anacostia River
    • 8,000 parking spaces and improved public transit access, including a potential new Metro station
    • Preservation of the Fields at RFK for community sports during construction

    🌆 Impact on Surrounding Neighborhoods

    Economic Development:

    • Estimated $4 billion in tax revenue and $15.6 billion in direct spending over 30 years
    • Creation of 14,000 construction jobs and 2,000 permanent jobs
    • Potential to host major events like the Women’s World Cup, Super Bowl, and WrestleMania

    Community Revitalization:

    • Promises of new grocery stores, green space, and recreation centers in underserved areas like Ward 7
    • Improved public access to the Anacostia River and preservation of wetlands
    • Plans to designate 30% of the campus as parkland for passive and active recreation

    Concerns & Controversies:

    • Local groups like Homes Not Stadiums argue the stadium is not the community’s top priority, citing a lack of enforceable housing deadlines
    • Some residents worry about traffic, noise, and displacement, especially in Kingman Park and Hill East
    • The D.C. Council is still debating the deal, with a vote expected later this summer

    Note:  In my opinion, it would be extremely short-sighted to turn down this redevelopment project, and I do not foresee it becoming derailed.

     

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  • April 2025 Poetry Madness April 13 to April 18 Poems

    April 2025 Poetry Madness April 13 to April 18 Poems

    April 2025 Poetry Madness April 13 to April 18 Poems

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    You can find my prior April Poems here:

    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

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    April 13 to April 12 poems

     

    April 13  Day Thirteen

      

    NaPoWrMo

     

    World in turmoil

     

    World in turmoil

    Stock market crashing.

    Tariff war heats up.

    World markets crashing.

    This will not end well.

    Recession coming, not end well.

     

    DOGE rampage.

    Slashing government spending.

    Unemployment rising .

    Slashing government spending.

    Govbots fired

    Govbots fired.

     

    Happy Sunday, all – I hope you have an enjoyable thirteenth day of Na/GloPoWriMo.

    Our featured participant today is Chronicles of Miss Miseria, where the response to Day Twelve’s symphonic, Stevens-inspired prompt fires on all cylinders.

    Our daily resource is the online collection of the Museu de Arte de São Paulo, founded in 1947 by Brazilian businessman Assis Chateaubriand. Here, you’ll find everything from old masters to mysterious photographs.

    Finally, here’s our prompt for the day (optional, as always). Donald Justice’s poem, “There is a gold light in certain old paintings,” plays with both art and music, and uses an interesting and (as far as I know) self-invented form. His six-line stanzas use lines of twelve syllables, and while they don’t use rhyme, they repeat end words. Specifically, the second and fourth line of each stanza repeat an end-word or syllable; he fifth and sixth lines also repeat their end-word or syllable. Today, we challenge you to write a poem that uses Justice’s invented form.

     

    Donald Justice’s poem, “There is a gold light in certain old paintings,”

    “There is a gold light in certain old paintings”

    By Donald Justice

    1

     

    There is a gold light in certain old paintings

    That represents a diffusion of sunlight.

    It is like happiness, when we are happy.

    It comes from everywhere and from nowhere at once, this light,

    And the poor soldiers sprawled at the foot of the cross

    Share in its charity equally with the cross.

     

    2

     

    Orpheus hesitated beside the black river.

    With so much to look  forward to he looked back.

    We think he sang then, but the song is lost.

    At  least he had seen once more the  beloved back.

    I say the song went this way: O prolong

    Now the sorrow if that is all there is to prolong.

     

    3

     

    The world is very dusty, uncle. Let us work.

    One day the sickness shall pass from the earth for good.

    The orchard will bloom; someone will play the guitar.

    Our work will be seen as strong and clean and good.

    And all that we suffered through having existed

    Shall be forgotten as though it had never existed.

    “govbot” is a perjorative term for government workers popular on the right, dating back to the Clinton era.

    Writer’s Digest Prompt

    Full Moon Madness

     

    Sam Adams

    Was drinking

    In his favorite watering hole

    The Cosmos Bar

    In Soi Cowboy, Bangkok.

     

    Twenty drinks too sober

    He contemplated life.

     

    It was the evening

    Of the pink full moon

    The lunatic light

    Of the moon.

     

    Shown on the street

    Outside the bar

     

    Sam was soon transformed

    Into a demented werewolf

    Ran outside

     

    Howling like an escaped banshee

    At the lunatic light of the full moon

    Shining down on his lost soul.

     

    The Cosmos Bar is a fictional expat bar located in Soi Cowboy, Bangkok.  Soi Cowboy dates back to the Vietnam war era when it was a popular drinking district or expats in Bangkok. Sam Adams is a fictional character that pops up in many of my stories and poems, a distant descendant of the famous Sam Adams, and beer brewer, from the revolutionary war period of US history.

    For today’s prompt, take the phrase “Full (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: “Full Moon,” “Full Throttle,” “Full Tank of Gas,” “Full Monty,” and/or “Full Tank of Gas.”

    Here’s my attempt at a Full (blank) Poem:

    “Full Throated,” by Robert Lee Brewer

    I sound my long barbaric yawp
    from every available hilltop
    on my way to the barbershop
    fearing I may never stop
    while sucking on a lollipop
    as the neighbors channel-hop
    and the horses clippity clop
    beside another bumblecop
    which could be a malaprop
    for the use of bumpercrop
    as I find I flip and flop
    like a price at a car swap
    or the head of a wet mop
    stuck inside a karate chop
    falling like a sad raindrop
    into a pond–a frog–kerplop!

    Bonus Full Moon Poem

    Pink Moon Lunar Madness Overcomes Old Man

     

    Pink Moon

    The lunatic light of the pink full moon
    Shinned on a lonely man in the Cosmos Bar
    Who was a lost film star
    Drinking from afar
    The lunatic light of the pink full moon.

    The man was a star
    The light in the bar was bizarre
    They sat there playing the guitar
    The lunatic light of the full moon.

    He thought to himself so far
    Went outside, saw a squad car
    Howling at the moon, looking at a sports car.
    The lunatic light of the pink full moon.

    Poetry Form: DANSA

    Here are the guidelines for writing the dansa:

    Opening quintain (or 5-line stanza) followed by quatrains (or 4-line stanzas)
    The opening line of the first stanza is the final line of every stanza, including the first
    Rhyme scheme in the opening stanza: AbbaA (capital A represents the refrain)
    Rhyme scheme in all other stanzas: bbaA
    No other rules for subject, length, or meter.

    One additional PPC rule for this one: a minimum of 13 lines (3 stanzas per the above rules)

    Poetry Superhighway Prompt

     

    Driving, Walking or Travel Poem

    Walking Along the Fake Venice Canal

    Gimpo Grand Canal
    Gimpo Grand Canal

    I take a walk

    Every day

     

    Along the fake Venice canal

    Near my home

    In Gimpo, Korea.

     

    It is lined with restaurants

    And shops.

     

    And this time of year

    Flowering trees.

     

    There are boats

    For rent as well.

     

    Someday I am going

    To Venice

    As part of a Mediterranean cruise.

     

    And I will walk

    Along a real Venice canal

    And have dinner.

     

    And think about

    The fake canal

    And the real canal.

    Drive (or walk) down a familiar street or block. Pay attention to everything: the condition of the street, the signs, people, cars or other vehicles, and the trees, flowers and grass or lack thereof. Where are you walking? Maybe on a sidewalk or in the grass? Where are you driving? Maybe on a paved road or maybe a dirt or gravel road? Write a poem about traveling down this street.

    Next, do the very same thing but this time go down an unfamiliar street or block. What do you see that’s different? What do you see that’s the same? How does it make you feel to be in an unfamiliar setting vs a familiar one? Write a poem about going down this street you’ve never traveled on before.

    Then take both poems and intersperse the lines from the poem of a street of familiarity to the poem of the street of unfamiliarity to create an overall picture in a poem of traveling the known vs the unknown

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

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    April 13—Greenery

     

    Green Trees Don’t Make It

     

    70 lines


    Everyday
    I look out and see

    The ugly green trees
    Standing guard
    in front of my house.

    And I think to myself
    Who owns the trees?
    And what do they think of us?

    Are we their friends?
    Are we their enemies?
    What do the trees think of us?

    Do they silently watch us,
    Spies to the celestial emperor?

    I have pondered this question
    Many a morning,

    Who is the owner of these trees?
    And why do they silently watch us?

    I wonder if the trees don’t hate us
    And why they don’t protest.

    Every day as we drive back and forth
    Emitting poison gases from our mechanical asses
    Right into their unprotected faces.

    And every night we eat our dinner
    And then give the trees
    Our polluted leftovers

    And laugh as they silently die
    From our acidic fallout
    Constantly floating down on their skin.

    Yes, I wonder about the trees
    And the birds and the bees
    And everyone else.

    What are they thinking?
    Are they plotting revenge?
    Or are they merely there

    Silently, watching, plotting,
    Designing fiendish plots of revenge
    Dreams of vast nuclear destruction.

    Cosmic diseases wiping out everyone in the ass
    Oh Yes, I wonder and dream and ponder
    What is the meaning of those silent green trees?

    Standing on the corner
    Quietly condemning us
    With their quiet tears, and falling leaves.

    In the winter they stand
    Naked and alone
    Covered with ice-cold snow
    As we drive by nice and warm.

    And we don’t care
    As they stand out in the cold
    Shivering, plotting
    warm plans of cosmic revenge.

    Is it too late for us
    To become friends

    with the trees?

    Or will the day come
    When the trees will wake up
    And gather together
    All the other slaves of humanity.

    I have a vision
    One morning I will open the door
    And see an army of wild things
    Coming to arrest me
    For crimes against nature.

    And I will plead, I did not know
    And they will laugh
    and turn me all of my kind
    Into silent tombs,

    And we will stand out in the cold
    Like the green trees
    Plotting dreams of revenge
    For ever and ever.

    Until our day finally comes
    And we can go out
    and kill all the wild things
    Perhaps we already have.

    revised poem I wrote on Earth Day 1976!

    Day Fourteen

    NaPoWriMo

    Florida Criters that can kill you

    Florida is a state

    Of mind

    With many creatures

    Big and small

    That can kill you.

     

    Starting with bears

    gators

    Giant snakes

    And cougars.

     

    Not to mention

    Mosquitos

    That carry malaria

    Dengue and zenke fever.

     

    And other monsters

    Lurking in the swamps

    Of Florida.

     

    Today we are two full weeks into National/Global Poetry Writing Month. Hopefully you’ll all have fourteen poems under your belts by the end of the day and, if not – no worries! You can always catch up (or just cut yourself some slack).

    Today’s featured participant is Glenn Mitchell, who really hit it out of the park with his take on Day Thirteen’s Donald Justic-inspired prompt!

     

    Our featured resource for the day is the online gallery of the Rijksmuseum, where you may particularly enjoy their series on 100 masterpieces within the museum’ s collection. And here’s a little anecdote about how browsing an online collection of this kind can lead you to new and startling discoveries. While taking a peek at the museum’s exhibit regarding Meissen porcelain, I came across this slide show about a particular porcelain macaw, which in turn led me down the rabbit hole of learning about saxon elector and Polish king Augustus the Strong, who “died at the honorable age of sixty-two, his kingdom a financial ruin, with nine children from six different women, and a collection of thirty-five thousand seven hundred and ninety-eight pieces of porcelain.” I feel much less sheepish about my comparatively modest trove of knick-knacks and doo-dads after reading that.

    And with that silliness out of the way, today’s (optional) prompt is inspired by a poem that’s an old favorite of mine, by Kay Ryan.

     Crustacean Island

     

    There could be an island paradise
    where crustaceans prevail.
    Click, click, go the lobsters
    with their china mitts and
    articulated tails.
    It would not be sad like whales
    with their immense and patient sieving
    and the sobering modesty
    of their general way of living.
    It would be an island blessed
    with only cold-blooded residents
    and no human angle.
    It would echo with a thousand castanets
    and no flamencos.

    Ryan’s poem invites us to imagine the “music” of a place without people in it. So today, try writing a poem that describes a place, particularly in terms of the animals, plants or other natural phenomena there. Sink into the sound of your location, and use a conversational tone. Incorporate slant rhymes (near or off-rhymes, like “angle” and “flamenco”) into your poem. And for an extra challenge – don’t reference birds or birdsong!

     

    Writer Digest April 14

     

    How to Lose Weight

     

    They say

    Inside every fat man

    Is a thin man

    Trying to break free.

     

    Since, Janaury 2024

    I have lost

    Almost 15 pounds (7 K).

     

    Dropping from a high

    Of 195 pounds (88 K)

    To a low of 170 pounds  (77 K)

    In about a year or so.

     

    How did I lose

    so much weight

    And most importantly

    Not gain it back?

     

    First I came down

    With a mysterious COVID

    Like illness.

     

    And lost 15 pounds

    In one month

    The doctors could

    Not figure it out.

     

    But ruled out bronchitis

    Cancer, pneumonia

    And TB.

     

    Then I started

    Daily workouts

     

    Including

    Walking up 16 flights

    Of stairs six times

    A day

     

    That

    Along with a strict diet

    And no more daily

    Glass of wine

    Or whisky!

     

    And hitting the gym

    Led me to keep

    the weight off

     

    In any event

    I feel great

    And look great.

     

    Not bad

    For a 69- old man

    I say.

    no set form for this one, sort of a loose narative free verse poem

     

    Whew! We’re two weeks in on this month and this challenge already. Go, us!

    For today’s prompt, write a losing poem. Losing often comes with negative connotations, like losing a game or a family pet or socks (seriously, where do they all disappear to?). However, a person could also lose some weight, bad habits, and/or negativity. Of course, it could be argued these are still negatives (positives via double negatives), but I find I’m starting to lose my train of thought, so it’s probably best to get poeming.

    Here’s my attempt at a Losing Poem:

    “What I’ve Gained,” by Robert Lee Brewer

    There’s nothing I’ve gained
    that I won’t eventually lose;
    not that I know how, but I
    can decipher the clues;
    so I don’t care much about
    all the items I can gain
    when I’ll eventually lose
    and then lose them again:
    better I think is to share
    all the ups and the downs
    with every loser who’ll
    happily keep me around,
    because everything I gain
    I will eventually lose,
    so abide if you can
    to skip having the blues.

     

     

     

    PSH April 14, 2025: Poetry Writing Prompt from Eric Nicholson

     

    May the Force be with You

     

    In the Star Wars universe

    The rebels led by Luke Skywalker

    And Princess Lea

    Are behind the curve.

     

    The imperial storm troopers

    Too powerful

    A force.

     

    All seems lost

    To the rebels.

     

    But the rebels

    Still maintain

    Hope.

     

    That with the force

    With them

    They can overcome.

     

    And defeat

    The dark side

    Of the force.

     

    Represented by Darth Vadar

    Luke Skywalker’s father.

     

    This poetry writing prompt submitted by Eric Nicholson:

     

    Use a series of sequences from a well known film and splice with more nature-based lines. Or political!

    The idea is to either parallel each or contrast. The effect could be sereal, philosophical or lyrical.

    free verse form

     

    Dew Drop Inn April 14—Sky

    Living under a Martian sky

     

    Joe Lewis

    Was one of the first

    Martians.

     

    He immigrated to Mars

    In 2045.

     

    Along with thousands

    Of other refugees.

     

    From an Earth

    That was becoming

    Unihabitable.

     

    Everyone was moving

    Into domed cities

    On earth, the moon

    Or Mars.

     

    Live under the Martian sky

    Was difficult

    But the sunsets

    Were out-of-this-world.

     

    free verse poem

    April 15 Day Fifteen

    NaPoWrMo  Are you ready America?

     

    Are you ready America?

    To combat the rise

    Of Christian fascism?

    That seems to be everywhere

    Are you ready to overcome

    Ready to save country?

     

    Today is the halfway point of National/Global Poetry Writing Month! Hooray for poems!

    Our featured participant today is The Cynical Optimist, where the place-sounds poem for Day Fourteen lets each creature in a particular park have its own solo.

     

    Today’s resource is the online gallery of the National Museum of New Zealand. It’s pretty fun to just search for random words in their search bar, and see what kind of objects and art pop up. For example, I searched the word “butter,” and was presented with this photograph of a bracelet made up of butter and cheese exhibition medals, this stamp celebrating the wonders of butter production,  and a teeny saucepan made for a dollhouse.

     

    And now for our (optional) daily prompt. The MC5 was a 1960s rock band. If you’ve heard anything by them–and you likely have–it’s their 1969 song Kick Out the Jams.

     

    Jesse Crawford, otherwise known as Brother J.C. Crawford, was the band’s stage MC and warm-up man. Below are the words with which he opened a concert in Japan in 1969 (you can find the recording on Spotify/Apple Music as part of the Kick Out the James [Live] [Japan Remastered] album, on the track titled Intro/Ramblin’ Rose).

    Brothers and sisters
    I wanna see a sea of hands out there
    Let me see a sea of hands
    I want everybody to kick up some noise
    I wanna hear some revolution out there, brothers
    I wanna hear a little revolution

    [big pause]

    Brothers and sisters
    The time has come for each and everyone of you to decide
    Whether you are gonna be the problem
    Or whether you are gonna be the solution (that’s right)
    You must choose, brothers, you must choose

    It takes five seconds, five seconds of decision
    Five seconds to realize your purpose here on the planet
    It takes five seconds to realize that it’s time to move
    It’s time to get down with it

    Brothers, it’s time to testify and I want to know
    Are you ready to testify?!
    Are you ready?!
    I give you a testimonial
    The MC5

     

    And now here’s a short little poem by Jane Kenyon:

    The Shirt

    The shirt touches his neck
    and smooths over his back.
    It slides down his sides.
    It even goes down below his belt—
    down into his pants.
    Lucky shirt.

     

    And now for your prompt! While Brother J.C.’s warm-up and Kenyon’s poem might seem very different at first, they’re both informed by repetition, simple language, and they express enthusiasm. They have a sermon/prayer-like quality, and then end with a bang.

    Your challenge is to write a six-line poem that has these same qualities.

    All appreciation to Dawn Potter for this prompt!

    six line poem per prompt

     

    Writers Digest   What Fresh Hell is this Nonet Poem

     

    I start my days, drinking hot black coffee

    Watching morning headlines unfold

    Thinking—what fresh hell is this?”

    What’s wrong with these people

    People disappear

    snatched off the street

    being sent

    straight to

    Hell?

     

    Here we go: Halfway through the month and time for another Two-for-Tuesday prompt.

    For the third Two-for-Tuesday prompt:

    • Write a poetic form poem and/or…
    • Write an anti-form poem.

     

    Criteria

    The nonet poetic form is simple. It’s a 9-line poem that has 9 syllables in the first line, 8 syllables in the second line, 7 syllables in the third line, and continues to count down to one syllable in the final (ninth) line.

    I couldn’t find an origin, but I did learn that the word nonet is used for a group of 9 performers or instruments. So I’m assuming this is one of those poetic forms inspired by music.

     

    April 15, 2025: Poetry Writing Prompt from John Dorroh

    Ode to My Piano Savior of My Soul

     

    For the last few years

    I have been playing

    The piano.

     

    Everyday from 5 to 6 Pm

    I sit down at the piano

    And play a piece of music

     

    I have been working through

    The classics

    And have finally gotten

     

    To where I can play

    A Mozart Sonata

    And nail it!

     

    This poetry writing prompt submitted by John Dorroh:

    Look around the room and select an object that speaks to you. If one doesn’t speak to you, pick an object that starts with the letters D, M, C, or P. Write a letter to the object addressing its value to your life. Next, write a letter from the object, expressing its connections, appreciation and/or dissatisfaction with things you have done.

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

    #napowrimo #poetry

    no particular form -just four sets of tercets

     

    April 15—Death and taxes

     Benjamin Franklin once wrote,

     

    “There are only two things

    certain In life,

    Death and Taxes!

     

    Someday we all

    May become cyborgs

    becoming immortal.

     

    but sadly,

    I think we will never

    Be able to escape

    The tax man!

     

    April 16, 2025

    NaPoWrM0

    Day Sixteen

    On April 16, 2025

    What is Hip? Tower Of Power Wants to Know!!!!

    The Tower of Power

    Erupted out of the East Bay

    In Northern California

     

    In the late 60s

    And have been playing

    Funk music ever since

     

    They were the sound

    Of the East Bay funk movement

    That predated disco

    Hiphop and rap music

    And Go Go music

    In DC as well

     

    The great funk bands

    Always had a hip as hell

    Attitude

     

    Anchored by a great horn section

    With saxophones on top

     

    And a pounding bass beneath

    Killer keyboards

    And guitars as well

     

    And the rhythm section

    Keep it all going

    To the funky beat

     

    All backup to the soulful ballads

    Of the lead singers

     

    The band

    Was multi-cultural

    Way before that was a thing

     

    Asians, Black, Hispanic

    White players

    Straight, gay and trans folks

    As well.

     

    Playing that funky music

    White boy

    Until the day they die!

     

    Yeah

     

    They had two great hits

    “What is hip”

    Asks the question

    That has no real  answer

     

    “What is hip!”

     

    And the other song

    Was their immortal love song

     

    The greatest make out song

    Of all time

    “You’re Still a Young Man”

     

    The first slow dance

    I ever danced to

    Back in the day

     

    I often wondered

    How many babies

     

    Were conceived

    After listening to

    And dancing

    To that song?

    ode poem to my favorite band growing up.  this inspired me to put together the rest of my Tower of Power tribute poems as a bonus set

    Enjoy

     

    Tower of Power Palindrome

    Tower of Power

    Music
    Soul music
    Funky music
    The Tower of Power
    Fill the air
    The Tower of Power
    Funky music
    Soul music
    Music.

    New Prompt: Write a Palindrome. You can read an example here: “Palindrome”

     

    Our Musical Street


    30 lines

    I grew up
    In a very creative time
    a very musical time.

    The 60’s had the best music
    Mot ruled the Bay Area
    As well as Great rock music

    Acid jazz
    Acid Rock
    Fusion Jazz
    The Grateful Dead
    Mamas and the Papas
    Jefferson Airplane
    Jimmy Hendrix
    last high school
    was Berkeley High School
    Santana

    And so many others

    The best funk band
    Of them all

    Tower of Power
    Beloved by all
    High school students.

    For their immortal classic
    Make out song
    “You’re Still a Young Man.”

    Tower of Power rocked
    Every party in town
    On every street.

    Music flowed.
    On every musical street
    In the city.

    That was Berkeley
    In the 60’s and 70’s.

    Please use the following as the Title of your story or poem:

    “Our Musical Street”

    Please select “Music” as one of your genres.

    Tower of Power is an American R&B and funk-based band and horn section, originating in Oakland, California, that has been performing since 19681. The band has had several lead vocalists, the best known being Lenny Williams, who fronted the band between early 1973 and late 1974, the period of their greatest commercial success1. They have had eight songs on the Billboard Hot 100; their highest-charting songs include “You’re Still a Young Man”, “So Very Hard to Go”, “What Is Hip?”, and “Don’t Change Horses (in the Middle of a Stream)”1.

    The band was formed by tenor saxophonist/vocalist Emilio Castillo and baritone saxophonist Stephen “Doc” Kupka in 19681. The band’s soul sound appealed to both minority and counterculture listeners1. The band’s name was changed to Tower of Power after they agreed that their original name, The Mots, would not help them play at Bill Graham’s Fillmore Auditorium in San Francisco1.
    Tower of Power has released 31 albums, including 15 studio albums, 5 live albums, and 11 compilations1. Their most recent album, “Step Up”, was released in 20202.

    Here is a list of some of their most popular songs:

    “You’re Still a Young Man”
    “So Very Hard to Go”
    “What Is Hip?”
    “Don’t Change Horses (in the Middle of a Stream)”
    “Soul Vaccination”
    “This Time It’s Real”
    “Time Will Tell”
    “Only So Much Oil in the Ground”

    If you’re interested in listening to their music, you can check out their official website2.


    “Song at Sunrise”

    In 1974
    When I graduated
    From Berkeley High School
    We went out to party
    All night long.

    We listened to our favorite band
    The Tower of Power
    The greatest funk band
    Of them all.

    Then at sunrise
    Everyone went to Tilden Park
    Inspiration point
    A rare sunny dawn

    The music blaring
    On our radios

    The song at Sunrise
    Was “What is hip”

    And ‘You’re Still a Young Man
    the greatest “make out the song”
    of all time.

    No doubt babies
    Were conceived
    That night
    To that song track.

    For those who don’t know the TOP started in the late 60’s and is still going strong almost 5o years later. They are the best funk band ever, and they are the soul of the San Francisco East Bay area (Berkeley, Freemont, Oakland, Richmond, and towns in between). They were multicultural before that was a thing. They have the best horn section of any funk band, great guitar players, keyboard players, drummers, and of course great singers. Their best songs were the iconic “What is Hip”, and “You’re Still a Young Man,” one of the best make-out songs of all time. No doubt many babies were conceived to that song! The first song I ever slowly danced to, and a song I played to seduce my wife when we met.

    Based loosely on the classic Tower of Power Song, “What is hip?”

    What Is Hip Lyrics

    [Verse 1]

    So ya wanna dump out yo’ trick bag
    Ease on in a hip thang
    But you ain’t exactly sure what is hip
    So you started to let your hair grow
    Spent big bucks on your wardrobe
    Somehow, ya know there’s much more to the trip

    [Chorus]
    What is hip?
    Tell me, tell me, if you think you know
    What is hip?
    If you’re hip
    The question, “Will it show?”
    You’re into a hip trip
    Maybe hipper than hip
    What is hip?
    [Verse 2]
    You became a part of a new breed
    Been smoking’ only the best weed
    Hangin’ out with the so-called “Hippie set.”
    Seen in all the right places
    Seen with just the right faces
    You should be satisfied, but it ain’t quite right

    [Chorus]
    What is hip?
    Tell me, tell me, if you think you know
    What is hip?
    If you’re hip
    The question, “Will it show?”
    You’re into a hip trip
    Maybe hipper than hip
    What is hip?

    [Break]
    Come on

    [Refrain]
    Hipness is. What it is
    Hipness is. What it is
    Hipness is. What it is
    Sometimes hipness is, what it ain’t

    You’re Still a Young Man

    Baby, Oo oo, don’t waste your time
    You’re still a young man
    Baby, Oo oo, don’t waste your time

    Down on my knees
    Oh, heart in hand
    I was accused of being too young

     

    But I’m not so young
    I could make you happy
    I’m not a bad man

    You’re too young to love (If you and I could be together)
    You’re too young to love (I’ll never leave you alone baby)
    You’re too young Ooo Ooo (No I won’t sweet lady)
    Don’t waste your time

    The damage is done
    You see that you were wrong
    You wake up wondering just
    How well I’ve done

    Well I’ve done alright
    Yes there are some girls but you know
    I dropped them on sight

    Just for you
    Because I love you

    You’re still a young man
    Baby, Oo oo, don’t waste your time

    (Someday you’ll understand just what it means when a man
    Comes to you with his little heart in his hands
    Just to love you)

    Don’t waste your time

    You better listen to me

    Sayin that I’m loving you yeah hey now baby tryin to tell
    You that it’s you you you you you you you you talkin to you
    Baby, I’ll never never never never I’ll do you
    No wrong no no lady if you would check my stuff out one time haha

    Just to hold you, to squeeze you and all I wanna do is to
    Get next to you and please please please you baby
    See where I’m coming from!

    Written by legendary sax players Emilio Castillo and Stephen Kupka, the song portrays a young man at the wrong end of a breakup. The situation is bleak because his lover pins the break-up on an age difference. In an interview with Songfacts Castillo said:

    It’s based on a true story. I had a girlfriend that was six years older than me. I was 18, she was 24 and that’s actually what happened. She had kind of cut me loose because of the age difference thing and the whole plea in the story is the young guy’s saying, ‘I’m not too young, I’m not wasting my time and I do love you as a man can truly love a woman.’”

    The song would go on to be the band’s first major hit defining their sound with a prominent horn section inspired by Curtis Mayfield:

    “On that album, there’s a song called “A Woman’s Love” that starts with beautiful trumpets high. When we heard that we wanted to write a song with a great trumpet intro like that. – TowerofPower.com

    “Street Party”

    Many years ago
    In the Berkeley and Oakland
    In the East bay, back in the day
    In the fabled 60s, early 70s.

    There were often legendary pop-up
    Flash mob type impromptu street parties
    Where everyone gathered around
    Digging the scene and each other.

    Drinking, smoking weed
    Jiving, flirting, dancing
    Getting down to the sweet sound
    Of Tower of Power and Motown.

    Whites, blacks, Asians, Hispanics
    Men, women, and those in-between
    Gays, straight
    Young, old, middle age

    It did not matter
    Everything was everything
    Everything was cool.
    It was all good.

    It was all cool back in the day
    An interracial gathering
    Of shared humanity,
    Just celebrating life.

    But this was before
    Guns became so common
    Before things got so violent
    And evil s… became the norm

    Back in the day
    It was a peaceful happening
    A true love fest
    Those days are so yesterday.

    Nowadays, people are afraid
    A street party festival
    Will end up guns blazing wild west style
    The festival will end up with many people
    Going to an early grave.

     

    Happy Wednesday, all. We hope you’re having a fine beginning to the second half of April.

    Our featured participant today is A Rhyme a Day, where the MC5/Jane Kenyon-inspired poem for Day Fifteen packs a lot of punch into six short lines.

    Today’s resource is the Museum of Photographic Art, which is part of the San Diego Museum of Art. Through the museum’s online collection, you can explore a number of current and past exhibitions, including a series of portraits by Bern Schwartz (I rather like the one of Ralph Ellison) and a group of very painterly compositions by Lynn G. Fayman.

    And now for our optional prompt! The Kay-Ryan-inspired prompt for Day Fourteen asked you to take inspiration from the sounds of the natural world. Today’s prompt twists that idea around a bit. Start by taking a look at this poem by James Schuyler.

     

     FAURÉ’S SECOND PIANO QUARTET

    On a day like this the rain comes
    down in fat and random drops among
    the ailanthus leaves—“the tree
    of Heaven”—the leaves that on moon-
    lit nights shimmer black and blade-
    shaped at this third-floor window.
    And there are bunches of small green
    knobs, buds, crowded together. The
    rapid music fills in the spaces of
    the leaves. And the piano comes in,
    like an extra heartbeat, dangerous
    and lovely. Slower now, less like
    the leaves, more like the rain which
    almost isn’t rain, more like thawed-
    out hail. All this beauty in the
    mess of this small apartment on
    West Twentieth in Chelsea, New York.
    Slowly the notes pour out, slowly,
    more slowly still, fat rain falls.

    Like Kay Ryan’s poem, this one invites us to imagine music in the context of a place, but more along the lines of a soundtrack laid on top of the location, rather than just natural sounds.  Today, try writing a poem that similarly imposes a particular song on a place. Describe the interaction between the place and the music using references to a plant and, if possible, incorporate a quotation – bonus points for using a piece of everyday, overheard language.

    Happy writing!

    Writer’s Digest April 16 Something Fantastic

     Narnia Beckons Me Haiku Sonnet

     

    Narnia beckons

    it is real, lives in our dreams

    where we can see it.

     

    Old CS Lewis

    wrote a true fairy tale

    ripped from his dream.s.

     

    so visit Narnia

    battle the evil white witch

    and meet Aslan

     

    Narnia waiting

    Go and be their King.

     

    Wow! So many forms for poems yesterday. That was fun! And yay to Gary Crane for being the first to guess the inspiration for the acrostic in my sestina yesterday (click here to hear Chris Bell’s “I Am the Cosmos” on YouTube). Forms are completely optional today.

    For today’s prompt, write a “something fantastic” poem. As with all the prompts, you can come at this from any direction you’d like, but what inspired me to create this prompt are the fantastic works of magical realists and poems like Donald Hall’s “On Reaching the Age of Two Hundred.” So if you feel compelled to do the same, great; however, it is no small accomplishment to write any fantastic poem, even if it’s about finding an extra piece of pie in the refrigerator.

     

    The basic premise of the haiku sonnet is simple: 4 3-liner haiku plus a couplet of either 5 or 7 syllables adds up to 14 lines, the same number of lines found in a sonnet. The only mention of this form that I’ve been able to find is a poet named David Marshall.

     Note:  I am a big fan of the CS Lewis Narnia Stories. Re-read the Lion, the Witch and Wardrobe in Spanish and have a Korean langauge version to read one of these days on my Kindle Wish list.

      

    April 16, 2025: Poetry Writing Prompt from Mike Dailey

    A Thug Cinquain Poem

    A thug

    International

    Started in Colombia

    Murdering those he worked for

    Really

     

    This poetry writing prompt submitted by Mike Dailey:

    Pick up the book nearest to you. Turn to page 77, 3rd paragraph and use one of those sentences as your opening or closing line.

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

    Cinquain. Popular five-liner.

    So I’m happy to share the cinquain, which is a nifty five-line poetic form from Adelaide Crapsey. Inspired by tanka, the cinquain is comprised of 2 syllables in the first line, 4 in the second line, 6 in the third, 8 in the fourth, and 2 in the fifth. Plus, poets have the freedom to add or subtract one syllable from each line.

    “an international thug who got his start in Colombia”

    Source: Janet Evanovich and Lee Goldberg The Job Page 77 3rd paragraph

    Dew Drop Inn April 16—Friends

    Zoom Buddies

     

    We have been having

    A weekly zoom gab fest

    For a number of years now

     

    Everyone is someone

    I have know for more

    That 50 years

     

    Re-united through zoom

    Our weekly chats

    Keep me sane

    Alive and fills

    Me with joy

     

     

    Best Friend for 65 years    

     

    I have known Robert S.

    Since the first grade

     

    over 60 years

    Sharing life’s journeys

     

    Introduced me.

    To demon rum

    and weed.

     

    Was there when.

    I dreamt of my wife

    .

    and there during

    my 14 operations

    and will be

    until the end.

     

    My Memory Bank

     

    Matt and I met

    in Latin class

    in the 9th grade.

     

    He managed.

    In my first election,

    as BHS president.

     

    He knows most of my secrets.

    and reminds me of my past misdeeds,

    Keeping me humble and alive.

     

    Robert C

     

     

    Robert C

    And I have been friends

    Since high school days

     

    Lost touch for a while

    Glad to reconnect

    We still find each other

    Amusing as hell

     

    Mark K

     

    Another high school classmate

    Lost touch for a while

    Reconnecting feels great

     

    He is a tech guy

    And I have learned

    A lot from him

     

    Wish I was in touch

    with him

    When I was doing

    a tech support jog

    at the State Department

     

    We share the same birthday

    But I am one year older

    That does not matter

    In the grand scheme

    Of things

     

    Tony R

     

    Another high school friend

    Went separate ways

    Reconnecting on zoom

     

    I find his wry sense

    Of humor

    Refreshing

     

    Keeps me humble

    And down to earth

     

    Day Seventeen

    NaPoWrMo Prompt

    The Aliens Reveal their Secret Plans

    Sam Adams retired in Berkeley
    And opened a UFO theme bar near campus.

    Where he put up a sign on the door
    Space aliens drink for free provided they can prove it.

    Because every night some joker tried
    They would walk in, demanding a free drink or two.

    One night his former bosses walked in
    Maria Lee and mysterious Smith

    Shadow warriors hush hush past
    They lived in the shadow world, they were ghosts, spooks, spies.

    They had retired from the government
    To open the Cosmos Institute X-files.

    Both of them had a pan-ethnic look
    Both could pass for almost any ethnic group or race.

    Maria Lee was vaguely Asian
    Smith looked like he was an Eastern European man.

    Both had a vaguely non-human look
    And both spoke with a strange unusual accent.

    Smith was only known by last name
    No one knew his real name or his past history.

    They refused to talk about their past life
    Saying it was all classified top-secret need-to-know stuff.

    But someday perhaps Sam would need to know it
    Sam also worked with them before in their prior life

    They said they were there for the free drink
    And it was time for Sam to know the truth about them and the world

    Sam told them well you have to prove it
    That you are in fact space aliens can you show me that

    Maria morphed into Donald Trump
    And Smith morphed into Elon Musk and then men in black

    Before shifting back to their real selves
    Reptilian creatures from the planet Sirius

    Maria was green color and Smith was red
    And then back to Maria and Mr. Smith again

    Sam smiled and gave them their free drinks
    And they told him everything about their real past lives

    They revealed many secrets that night
    The end of the beginning the beginning of the end

    Backstory

    The fictional Cosmos Institute appears in a lot of my stories and poems. It was founded in Berkeley by Maria Lee and Mr. Smith, who were high-level former intel operatives. The mission of the institute was to investigate paranormal phenomena, usually to debunk the claims. They considered themselves the real X-files. They recruited Sam Adams to join them because they knew he was an expert on UFOs, having worked on the Majestic project and Area 51 – spoiler alert, there were no real aliens! Sam opened the fictional UFO bar with the famous sign “Aliens drink for free,” hoping that someday real aliens would reveal themselves to him. Then one day his former bosses, the mysterious Maria Lee and Mr. Smith, passed his challenge and told him the real deal over their free drinks.

    For the challenge of the prompt, I picked a painting by Carrington, showing space aliens, and a painting by Varo, showing a shapeshifter.

    The belief that there are secret shape-shifting reptilians living among us up to no good is a common theme in science fiction, and 10 percent of Americans believe it to be true. I have written a number of stories and poems about this theme. My aliens are descendants of the colonizers of Atlantis, who destroyed Atlantis and Lemuria in a world war over the question of what to do with humans. The red team wanted to continue to enslave them; the green team wanted to free them and civilize them, eventually granting them full rights. Their descendants continued to fight this battle in the shadow world.

    Criteria

     

    Landay. Poem comprised of self-contained couplets.Landay Poems

    The landay is a variable length form based off a couplet, which means the poem could be as concise as two lines or run on for several pages. The form most likely originated with nomads in the area of Afghanistan, Pakistan, and India (read an article on Afghan landays here).

    Here are the basic rules of the landay:

    • Poem comprised of self-contained couplets–as few as one couplet will do
    • 9 syllables in the first line; 13 syllables in the second line
    • Landays tend to reveal harsh truths using wit
    • Themes include love, grief, homeland, war, and separation

     Note: There is not a specific rhyme pattern for this form, though lines tend to end on the sounds of “na” and “ma” in the original Pashto. However, this is difficult to replicate in English. Keep in mind that landays are often sung.

    Welcome back, everyone, for the seventeenth day of Na/GloPoWriMo.

    Today’s featured participant is Words with Ruth, where the soundtrack-inspired poem for Day Sixteen uses repetition, along with simple and conversational language, to convincingly recreate a moment in space and time.

     

    Chopin’s Prelude no 4 in E Minor

    Posted byrubarbcoughApril 16, 2025Posted inPoems

    You had a futon on your floor
    A double futon on your floor
    We lay a lot on that futon on the floor
    Choosing sex over food
    Like you do when you first discover sex
    And you had a piano in your room
    You’d play and look round out me
    Sticking your tongue out a little, through your teeth
    As if to say, “I want you,
    And later, I’ll have you.”
    And you did
    We had a lot of sex on that futon on the floor
    Then we’d go and chill with your mum and her boyfriend
    And sometimes the dog would come in to see us too
    Funny, I can’t remember much of your room
    Other than the futon
    The double futon on the floor
    You taught me Chopin’s prelude in e minor
    It took me months to nearly learn it
    Not like you
    Playing the piano like honey
    Turning round to kiss me
    And still playing
    You showed me how to have sex
    Not that I’d never had sex before
    But I’d never enjoyed it
    You showed me how to enjoy it
    And it was good
    Oh my God, it was good!
    Being with you was so good
    Orgasm after orgasm
    Rolling through me
    Rolling through us
    I didn’t know that was possible
    You said you could see them in me
    They had different colours
    That’s why it was so good with you
    You could see everything
    Too much maybe
    Yeah, maybe that was it
    You saw things that weren’t there
    Like affairs I wasn’t having
    With friends, colleagues, anyone really
    And then it would go on and on and on
    Me pleading with you
    You calling me a liar
    Hitting our heads against a brick wall
    On and on
    Until I couldn’t do it anymore
    And then it got a bit scary really
    But we don’t need to go into that
    It’s ok
    It was ok.
    A therapist once said to me,
    ‘It’s not possible to have good sex
    In a bad relationship’
    But she’s wrong

    Our resource today is Oxford’s Ashmolean Museum, where you can find a smug ceramic pelican, a samurai’s ceremonial suit of armor, and a photograph of the French impressionist painter Camille Pissarro dressed as a Venezuelan herdsman.

    And now for our daily optional prompt. The surrealist painters Remedios Varo and Leonora Carrington moved to Mexico during the height of World War II, where they began a life-long friendship. Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem themed around friendship, with imagery or other ideas taken from a painting by Carrington, and a painting by Varo.

     

    Robert Brewer The Cities Light Up Beneath Our Plane Landlay

    the cities light up beneath our plane
    on the left as the sun retreats from us on the right

    the moon appears in rivers below
    & then disappears like our fragile first encounters

    we both flinched at our first touch but then
    crashed back together as if that’s what held us aloft

    i’m not sure why some cities still burn
    while others dissolve quietly into the darkness

    Writer’s Digest – Seoul New Queen City of Asia

    Seoul New Queen City of Asia

    Now one of the hip go to places

    Top tourist spot in all of Eurasia

    Seoul New Queen City of Asia

    A place for any occasion

    A city with many faces

    Seoul New Queen City of Asia

    Now one of the hip go to places

     

     

     

    Here’s a diagram of the triolet:

     

    A (first line)
    B (second line)
    a (rhymes with first line)
    A (repeat first line)
    a (rhymes with first line)
    b (rhymes with second line)
    A (repeat first line)
    B (repeat second line)

    For today’s prompt, write a city poem. The poem can take place in a big city, medium-sized city, smaller city. Heck, towns, villages, hamlets, etc., all work as well. Ghost towns? Why not! I’m not going to break out a census on your poeming. Just write!

     

    Poetry Superhighway  April 17, 2025: Poetry Writing Prompt from Robert Wynne

     

    The Door Opens

     

    In Tilden Park high in the Berkeley Hills

    a Door

    ancient redwood with a sign above it

    opens

    The sign reads for Madmen Ony

    East Bay

    Sam Adams wondered where it went

    portal

    only one way to find out

    Jumped through

    This poetry writing prompt submitted by Robert Wynne:

     

    Describe a specific door, real or imaginary. Be detailed enough that the reader will have an inclination why you chose this door, but don’t say why directly. Let them find their way.

    Waltmarie. Candace Kubinec invention

    • 10 lines
    • Even lines are two syllables in length, odd lines are longer (but no specific syllable count)
    • Even lines make their own mini-poem if read separately

    Poetic Form Fridays are made to share various poetic forms. This week, we look at the Waltmarie poetic form invented by Candace Kubinec, along with two of her examples.

    This week, a Poetic Asides member shared a poetic form she created. While I don’t usually share nonce forms, I’ve tried this one myself, and I think it’s a lot of fun. So without further ado, I’m introducing Candace Kubinec’s form, the Waltmarie (which is itself a nod to PA members and Poetic Bloomings hosts, Marie Elena Good and Walter J. Wojtanik).

    Here are the guidelines for writing the Waltmarie:

    • 10 lines
    • Even lines are two syllables in length, odd lines are longer (but no specific syllable count)
    • Even lines make their own mini-poem if read separately

    No other rules for subject or rhymes.

     

    Here are two examples of the Waltmarie by Candace Kubinec:

    Building a Snowman, by Candace Kubinec

     

    They waited for the world to turn white –
    frozen
    Rolled balls of snow, bigger and bigger –
    child-size
    Broken twigs from the apple tree for arms, two hands –
    mittens
    He stood, smiling his pebble smile, until the warm sun appeared –
    dripping
    Then slowly disappeared, until only a memory remained –
    stories

    *****

     

    On the Bench at Night, by Candace Kubinec

     

    I sit as still as a human can –
    patient
    The sun has set and dusk has settled –
    quiet
    I try to match my breath to the gentle breeze –
    calmly
    Small creatures emerge from daylight hiding places –
    searching
    And my heart sends out a quiet message –
    for you

    .

    April 17—Teeth

     

    Dental Torture Blues

     

    Sitting in the dental chair

    Undergoing dental surgery

    While the dentist probes

    And tortures me

    With his instruments of pain

     

    The Frank Zappa song

    plays over and over in my head

    “The torture never stops

    The torture never stops”

     

    And I think of the mad dentist

    In Little House of Horrors

    The Jack Nicolson character

    Who screams Pain is good

     

    As he assaults his patients

    Doing root canals

    Without anesthesia

     

    And so I endure the torture

    Of the dentist

    In the vain hope

    I can save my teeth

     

    Until the next time

    I undergo dental torture

    The song faces away

    And I slowly recover

     

    Then as I leave

    I am confronted with the bill

    And the song roars back to life

     

    “The torture never stops

    the torture never stops”

     

     

    Day Eighteen

    NaPoWrMo April 18 Prompt

    Driving while Listening to  Tower of Power’s “What is Hip?”

     

    One day, while I was driving in Oakland

    I listened to the Tower of Power

    Funk Band

     

    The radio, playing the song “What is hip?”

    I sang along with the refrain, “What is hip?”

    Funk Band

     

    That night at a party in Berkeley

    Slow danced to “You’re Still a Young Man”

    Funk band

     

    Note: third Ode to my favorite band East Bay’s Own Tower of Power

    We’re three Fridays down, with just one left to go in this year’s National/Global Poetry Writing Month!

    Our featured participant for the day is Poems by Sidra, where the surrealist-inspired poem of friendship for Day Seventeen rocks some fantastic similes — it’s all about those teeth!

     

    And Then— And Then—

    And then we will sit at a table with floating fruit
    and share inside jokes so layered
    in innuendo and self-reference
    that they grow their own teeth.

    Yes, and then I will paint, and you can draw,
                   and we will feed our work the secret blood
    of our hearts and we will tell each other,
            “Make it weirder. Make it stranger.”

    And then I will become a ghost
    and you will become an owl
    and we will fly together in the dark night.

    Yes, and then I’ll be a lady of fire
                   and you can be a lady of stone,
    and we can frighten away the men who try to talk to us.

    Yes, exactly, and then together we will be
    animal-people on the prowl, red
    and dangerous and beautiful, never growing
    old, never growing tired.

    And we will protect each other?

    Yes, we will protect each other.

    Note: This poem is inspired by the works and friendship of Surrealist artists Leonora Carrington and Remedios Varo.

    Today’s resource is a virtual visit to the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum. Gardner, who died in 1924, was a devoted and very wealthy art collector who built a Venetian-style palace (in Boston) to house her treasures. The museum building is beautiful and well known for its gorgeous courtyard. But the Gardner is also well known for having been the unfortunate site of one of the greatest – and still unsolved – art heists of all time. If you can figure out whodunnit, there might be $10 million in it for you.

    And now for today’s (optional) prompt. Like our villanelle prompt from a week ago, this prompt plays around with song lyrics, but in a very specific context – singing while riding in a car. Take a look at Ellen Bass’s poem, “You’re the Top.” Now, craft your own poem that recounts an experience of driving/riding and singing, incorporating a song lyric

    Ellen Bass

    Last night I get all the way to Ocean Street Extension, squinting through the windshield, wipers smearing the rain, lights of the oncoming cars half-blinding me. The baby’s in her seat in the back singing the first three words of You’re the Top. Not softly and sweetly the way she did when she woke in her crib, but belting it out like Ethel Merman. I don’t drive much at night anymore. And then the rain and the bad wipers. But I tell myself it’s too soon to give it up. Though the dark seems darker than I ever remember. And as I make the turn and head uphill, I can’t find the lines on the road. I start to panic. No! Yes—the lights! I flick them on and the world resolves. My god, I could have killed her. And I’ll think about that more later. But right now new galaxies are being birthed in my chest. There are no gods, but not everyone is cursed every moment. There are minutes, hours, sometimes even whole days when the earth is spinning 1.6 million miles around the sun and nothing tragic happens to you. I do not have to enter the land of everlasting sorrow. Every mistake I’ve made, every terrible decision—how I married the wrong man, hurt my child, didn’t go to Florence when she was dying—I take it all because the baby is commanding, “Sing, Nana.” And I sing, You’re the top. You’re the Coliseum, and the baby comes in right on cue.

    The Dixdeux appears to be one of many forms developed as an alternative to the Japanese Haiku. In this case, there are three lines with syllable counts of 10, 10, 2. When written in multiple stanzas, the third line becomes a refrain, as described and demonstrated in the following links:

    https://popularpoetryforms.blogspot.com/2013/11/dixdeux.html

     

    Writer’s Digest April 18 Gogyohka. 5-liner developed by Enta Kusakabe.

     

    Deportation Blues Gogyohka

     

    Every day, there is sad news about deportations

    People legally here are told to leave in seven days

    People deported to El Salvador based on having a tattoo

    Foreign students snatched off the streets

    Foreigners are afraid to visit the US – this will not end well.

     

    For today’s prompt, write a response poem. In many ways, every poem is a response poem as it’s a response to something, even if it’s that hard-to-explain sense of inspiration many poets feel. For the purposes of this prompt, your poem could respond to a story in the news (or just a fictional story, for that matter), a conversation you overheard in public (also called eavesdropping), or another poem (written by you or another poet).

    If only a poetic form existed that could be both concise and free. Oh wait a second, there’s gogyohka!

    Gogyohka was a form developed by Enta Kusakabe in Japan and translates literally to “five-line poem.” An off-shoot of the tanka form, the gogyohka has very simple rules: The poem is comprised of five lines with one phrase per line. That’s it.

    *****

     

    So it’s a little loose, which is kind of the theory behind gogyohka. It’s meant to be concise (five lines) but free (variable line length with each phrase). No special seasonal or cutting words. No subject matter constraints. Just five lines of poetic phrases.

    Robert Brewer “Halloween”

     

    Ghosts hang
    from the willow
    as the children run
    from one door
    to the next.

    PSH Prompt  April 18, 2025: Poetry Writing Prompt from Robert Lail

    When Lightning Strikes Ghosts Zappai

     

    When lightning strikes

    Ghosts, being dead, do not die

    Immortal spirits?

    This poetry writing prompt submitted by Robert Lail:

    Write a poem that answers the age-old question: What happens when a ghost is struck by lightning?

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

    Zappai poems are like haiku, but not. Or maybe more appropriately, they’re like senryu, but not (or maybe they are). This poetic form definition may sound kind of wishy-washy, but zappai are poems that have a 5-7-5 syllable pattern that do not contain the seasonal reference expected of haiku.

    In other words, zappai are all those haiku people write that haiku poets recognize as not being haiku. Again, senryu could fit this definition as well, but senryu also can have a looseness with the syllables, much like haiku, so that 17 syllables are not mandatory.

    Zappai should still be poetic, but they’re 5-7-5 poems that don’t include the seasonal reference. Final answer. I think.

    April 18—Good Friday

     

    Trigger warning:   this could be considered offensive to some people.  That was not my attempt, and I apologize to anyone who does take offense. The point of the poem is to express why I am not a Christian, although there are elements of Christianity that I admire, I reject all the supernatural rigamarole associated with the faith, and I reject the idea that the Bible is the work of God.  Everyone is entitled to their opinion, this is mine.  It is important that we all remain open to dialogue with others of different faith traditions. Freedom of religion means that people are free to believe or not believe in religions as they see fit.

     

    Why I am Not A Christian

     

    On Easter Sunday, I often think about Christianity

    I don’t understand why anymore

    would believe such nonsense

     

    The essential story makes no sense

    An imaginary all-powerful deity

    that no one has ever seen or heard

     

    Except for psychotic patients

    Or drug users

    Comes down to earth

    and impregnates a married woman

     

    Who has never had sex for some reason

    And her husband is okay with that

    Believes her wild story

     

    And still does not have sex

    Until after the baby is born

     

    Then there is total silence

    Nothing about Jesus’s childhood

     

    30 years later, he emerges

    Preaching love, peace, and brotherhood

    And denouncing the corrupt temple leaders

    And the Jewish leaders as well

     

    The miracles also don’t make any sense

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

    Can’t walk on water

    Can raise the dead etc. etc.

     

    Just does not happen

    In the world we live in

    And has not happened

    since those ancient days

     

    Then the last supper

    makes some sense

    Jesus knows he is

    about to be betrayed

     

    But he does not

    confront Judas

     

    Does not run away

    Does not encourage

    his disciplines

    To run away with him

     

    The whole Jesus Mary M story

    Also, does not make sense

     

    Jesus must have been married

    Or he was gay

     

    There is no doubt

    Either way,

    the story makes no sense

     

    The crucifixion

    is the only part of the story I buy

    Jesus was put to death

    because he was a rebel leader

     

    And the Romans

    tolerated no dissent

    To the Roman’s right

    to conquer and rule

     

    The rising from

    the dead stories

    All contradict one another

     

    And Jesus was either walking

    as a normal human being

    Or was a ghost

     

    The door was rent open

    as if by lightening

    Or not

     

    Finally, we have been waiting

    over 2,000 years for his return

     

    You would think

    if the story is remotely true

     

    He would have

    turned up by now

    Except he has

    As many lunatics

    claim to be Jesus

    in the flesh

     

    including sadly

    My college roommate

    Who thought he was Jesus Christ

    returned to earth

     

    After he fried his brain

    on LSD

     

     

    all delusional of course

    and that is what

    I think of Christianity

     

    nothing but fairy tales

    and mass delusions

    surrounding a kernel of truth

     

    Love one again

    Treat each other right

    Don’t be consumed with greed

     

    But couldn’t that message

    Be made simpler

    Without all

    The associated nonsense?

     

    And the Bible

    Needs serious editing

    Way too long

     

    Too many begets

    Pages and pages of them

    Who cares?

     

    Too confusing,

    Too many contradictions

    sexist too

     

    Too violent

    Too unforgiving in spots

     

    And too many

    onerous rules

    That don’t make

    a lot of sense

     

    Who gives a flying f?

    Just saying

     

    So, on this day

    I say

    Open your minds

     

    And discard

    The nonsensical elements

    of Christian thought

     

    And follow the

    True teachings of Jesus

     

    Love one another

    Be kind to strangers

    Don’t be greedy

     

    Commit a random act

    Of kindness every day

     

    Even if you don’t believe

    in the imaginary man in the sky

     

    Commentary from Fan story writers

    Review For Poems for April 18 2025
    Chapter 19 of the book APril 2025 poetry madness
    Excellent

    Jake, this is a fascinating mosaic of poetic entries-each with its own flavour, yet clearly coming from a consistent voice that blends scepticism, social observation, and playfulness.
    The Tower of Power piece is a groovy micro-memoir, succinct and grounded in musical nostalgia. The Seoul entry reads like a tourism jingle with a fun, rhythmic echo-clever in how it loops back on itself to reinforce the point.
    Your zappai is short and sharp, toeing the line between playful and philosophical-“Ghosts, being dead, do not die” is the kind of dry humour I enjoy in these forms.
    Then there’s Why I am Not A Christian, which shifts gears entirely. It’s long, raw, and provocative-structured more like a stream-of-thought monologue than a polished poem.
    It’s unflinching in its critiques, full of personal disbelief, and though it risks alienating some readers, there’s no denying the clarity of conviction. It could use some trimming for focus and flow, but the honesty hits hard.
    A bold, eclectic set.
    Tim


    ~Dovey

    13 hours ago

    Review For Poems for April 18 2025
    Chapter 19 of the book APril 2025 poetry madness
    Excellent

    Hi Jake!

    I am glad to see that you are keeping on track with NaPoWriMo. I hope you are enjoying the poem a day as much as I am.

    Although, my belief is in Christianity, I appreciate your poem stating your stance.

    Kim

    Review For April 17 2025 Poems
    Chapter 18 of the book APril 2025 poetry madness
    Excellent

    Jake, this was a joyride through conspiracy, comedy, and sci-fi noir, all told with a straight face and a wink.
    The Aliens Reveal their Secret Plans has the cadence of a beat poem mashed with pulp fiction and served in a UFO bar run by someone who’s absolutely seen things.
    The repeated use of line breaks and staccato sentences creates a rhythmic, almost spoken-word quality-fitting for a tale that reads like it’s being told over shots of something green and glowing.
    There’s brilliant absurdity here: Maria morphing into Trump, Smith into Musk, the reptilian reveal, and that perfect deadpan closing: “The end of the beginning the beginning of the end.”
    It’s self-aware without becoming cynical. And it’s surprisingly grounded by the image of Sam-a retired man running a theme bar-being the steady anchor in this cosmic unraveling.
    The accompanying pieces-your Narnia haiku sonnet, the redwood portal in The Door Opens, and the grim hilarity of Dental Torture Blues-form a surreal triptych around it.
    They’re all laced with that same blend of the mythic, the mundane, and the slightly unhinged.
    Outlandish, deadpan, and wildly original-Jake, your poems don’t just bend genres, they build bonfires out of them.
    Tim

    Kahlani
    Review For April 17 2025 Poems
    Chapter 18 of the book APril 2025 poetry madness
    Excellent

    I was intrigued by the “Alien” story and was pleased when you clarified things in your notes. The synopsis for your books sounds very intriguing. Are you selling them on Amazon? Thank you for sharing.

    Michael Ludwinder
    Review For APril 16 2025 Poems
    Chapter 17 of the book APril 2025 poetry madness
    Excellent

    Thanks for sharing so many poems at once. It was like flipping through a journal full of good music. I love your deep thoughts and how you shared old pals.

     
     Tim Margetts

     

    Review For APril 16 2025 Poems
    Chapter 17 of the book APril 2025 poetry madness
    Excellent

    Jake, this is a full-on poetic mixtape-part musical history, part memory reel, part experiment station.
    The Tower of Power tribute sets the tone perfectly: pulsing, playful, and unapologetically funky.
    You don’t just describe the music-you celebrate it, and that joy comes through loud and clear. The jump from that into sharply political reflection (What fresh hell is this?) gives the whole set depth and range.
    I really liked the blunt edge of the thug cinquain-minimalist but brutal-and then the emotional turn in the Zoom and memory pieces hit nicely.
    There’s something quietly beautiful about lifelong friendships surviving into the digital age, and you honour them without sentimentality.
    The casual tone masks just how much ground you’re covering here-musical legacy, personal history, poetry forms, political unease-all in one go.
    If I had a 6 left, I’d be tempted, but I’m all out.
    Tim

    Tim Margetts

     

    Review For April 15 2025 Poems
    Chapter 16 of the book APril 2025 poetry madness
    Good

    Jake, this collection of prompt responses has a candid, conversational tone that feels very you-there’s humour, honesty, and a kind of grounded directness that works well across the different pieces. Let’s break them down briefly:
    “Are you ready, America?”
    This one is raw and confrontational in a good way-topical and emotionally charged. It reads like the start of a larger political poem. My one suggestion: push for more specific imagery or language beyond the rhetorical questions. Right now, it’s a solid call, but grounding it in something visceral-an image, a moment, a symbol-would really elevate it.
    “Ode to My Piano Savior of My Soul”
    There’s real warmth and personal pride here. The pacing is steady and reflective, and the ending-“And nail it!”-is joyous and affirming. It’s casual in tone, but that suits the subject. If anything, consider expanding on the emotional impact a bit more. What does the piano save you from?
    “April 15 Death and Taxes”
    Witty and very much in the spirit of the prompt. The shift to cyborg immortality is unexpected and fun, and the punchline about taxes still finding us is classic. You might consider adding a stanza break or two to help the humour land more cleanly, but overall this one’s charming and memorable.
    In all three, your voice comes through clear as day-earnest, clever, and unafraid to mix reflection with lightness.
    A few tweaks for rhythm and depth, and these will sing.
    Tim

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    Michael Ludwinder

    3 days ago

    Review For April 15 2025 Poems
    Chapter 16 of the book APril 2025 poetry madness
    Excellent

    I really enjoyed your poems today! Your poem “Are you ready, America?”
    made me stop and think. Then your “Ode to My Piano Savior of My Soul” felt warm and personal. I loved the part about nailing that Mozart Sonata, that was awesome! The bit about death and taxes made me smile. Your poems were all different but enjoyable. Keep writing – you’re rocking this challenge!

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    Dolly’sPoems

    4 days ago

    Review For April 13, 2025 Poems
    Chapter 14 of the book APril 2025 poetry madness
    Excellent

    Amid this madness, I hope we can see a little light at the end of the tunnel Jake as our ever changing world seems more complex than ever these days. As we age I think we grow out of the challenges and want things to stay the same, but they never do. The world seems to be only for the young at heart, a poignant post, love Dolly x

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    Michael Ludwinder

    4 days ago

    Review For April 13, 2025 Poems
    Chapter 14 of the book APril 2025 poetry madness
    Excellent

    I really enjoyed how your poem shares the relationship between humans and nature. The way you personify the trees is so well done. It’s clear you’ve put a lot of heart into this poem- great job!

    5 days ago

    Review For April 14 2025 Poems
    Chapter 15 of the book APril 2025 poetry madness
    Excellent

    These poems are all unique and enjoyable. Your poems all have such a thoughtful style. They really showcase your playful voice and imaginative thinking. Great job.

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    Tim Margetts

    5 days ago

    Review For April 14 2025 Poems
    Chapter 15 of the book APril 2025 poetry madness
    Good

    There’s something delightfully unfiltered about your work, Jake.
    Each piece reads like it was written quickly and honestly, without too much polish, but with clear intent and curiosity.
    The Florida poem is the strongest of the three in terms of personality and structure. “Florida is a state / Of mind” is a cracking opening-both literal and figurative-and the escalating list of killers, from “giant snakes” to “mosquitos”, blends humour with fact in a fun, campy way.
    The Star Wars poem is more straightforward and reads like a personal retelling. It could benefit from tighter rhythm and fresher phrasing-“too powerful / a force” and “all seems lost / to the rebels” echo familiar lines without adding new perspective. A deeper emotional or stylistic slant could elevate it.
    The Martian poem has potential, especially the image of “sunsets / out-of-this-world”. The idea of Martian refugees and dome cities is compelling, but the delivery feels more like notes than a shaped poem. With a bit of trimming and stronger line control, it could become a vivid piece of speculative lyricism.
    A spirited, eclectic trio with charm, potential, and a voice that invites the reader to lean in-casual in tone, but laced with curiosity and wit.
    Tim

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    Dolly’sPoems

    5 days ago

    Review For 2025 APril 12 Poems
    Chapter 13 of the book APril 2025 poetry madness
    Excellent

    It sounds like you sometimes feel like a fish out of water and I hope you don’t feel vulnerable over there in Korea. Would you ever consider going back home? A poignant post full of mixed emotions here, love Dolly x

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    Dolly’sPoems

    5 days ago

    Review For 2025 APRIL 11 Poems
    Chapter 12 of the book APril 2025 poetry madness
    Excellent

    You finally got this post fixed Jake! I have never heard of that band before and it sounds like you appreciate your wife here. Supermarkets come up with some crazy ideas to keep dipping into our pockets, love Dolly x

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    Michael Ludwinder

    5 days ago

    Review For 2025 APRIL 11 Poems
    Chapter 12 of the book APril 2025 poetry madness
    Excellent

    I really enjoyed your writing. The formatting is terrible. Very hard to read. But your “Korean Springtime” was a standout! I also loved how you brought in a sense of hope about the future of the trees. Your creativity is really flowing through these. Keep it up!

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    Michael Ludwinder

    6 days ago

    Review For 2025 APril 12 Poems
    Chapter 13 of the book APril 2025 poetry madness
    Excellent

    I really enjoyed all your poems! Your poem about the leprechaun was so fun – loved the clever twist. The piece about life’s risks was powerful. Your climate change poem hit hard with its urgency. Each poem was unique and left an impression!

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    Dolly’sPoems

    7 days ago

    Review For 2025 April 10 Poem
    Chapter 11 of the book APril 2025 poetry madness
    Excellent

    I’m not quite sure what to make of this post Jake as I read a list of your opinions and was rather confused, life is full of ups and downs it seems, love Dolly x x x


    Michael Ludwinder
    Review For 2025 April 10 Poem
    Chapter 11 of the book APril 2025 poetry madness
    Excellent

    I really like how your poem plays with big ideas. The mix of humor and deep thoughts makes this feel unique and interesting. The “God is Dog spelled backwards” line is clever. Your second piece about AI is also interesting. It’s fun and a little unsettling at the same time. Keep writing!

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    ~Dovey
    Review For 2025 April 9th Poems
    Chapter 10 of the book APril 2025 poetry madness
    Excellent

    Hi Jake!

    It is fantastic to see you keeping up with the poem a day challenge and working with so many different prompts.

    Keep up the great work!

    Kim

    jacquelyn popp

    8 days ago

    Review For 2025 April 9th Poems
    Chapter 10 of the book APril 2025 poetry madness
    Excellent

    Your poem flows well an is well written. It is an enjoyable bread from start to finish. Each piece captures a unique slice of life, from love at first sight, to baseball devotion, and midweek musings, with warmth and personality. A delightful blend of personal reflection and playful imagery.
    Whether reflecting on love, or the everyday, the poems resonate with genuine emotion and vivid snapshots of life. There’s an easy natural rhythm that makes the collection a pleasure to read from start to finish. Overall, it’s a heartfelt enjoyable experience that lingers after the final line. Well written. Great job with the writing.


    Michael Ludwinder
    Review For APril 2025 Poems
    Chapter 9 of the book APril 2025 poetry madness
    Excellent

    I really enjoyed your poems – each one felt like its own little journey. Your ghazal for Angela Lee was so sweet. I could feel how special she is to you. The Alouette was full of heart. I liked the way you played with the rhyme. Your “Good and Evil” poem had a thoughtful message. And your blood type poem made me smile – that line about being both a fool and a genius was great!thanks for the commentary. can i include them in my blog posting?

    thanks a lot as always -thanks for the commentary. can i include them in my blog posting?​

    Dolly’sPoems
    Review For 2025 APril 7th Poems
    Chapter 8 of the book APril 2025 poetry madness
    Excellent

    I am the champion of living in the moment Jake, it is the only way to live as the past has gone and we don’t ever know if we have a future, I enjoyed this philosophical post, love Dolly x x x

    Dolly’sPoems
    Review For APril 2025 Poems
    Chapter 9 of the book APril 2025 poetry madness

    I am glad you met the girl of your dreams and you are still happy Jake. We have to accept that good and evil exist but we don’t have to tolerate evil and we should always promote the good, a poignant post, food for thought here, love Dolly x

    ~Dovey

    10 days ago

    Review For 2025 APril 7th Poems
    Chapter 8 of the book APril 2025 poetry madness
    Excellent

    Hi Jake!

    It is lovely to see your selection of poems today. The so ata was my favorite of your pisted pieces.

    Keep writing! That’s what it is all about!! Creating poetry in our rash world today.

    Kim

    Tim Margetts
    Review For 2025 April 6 poems
    Chapter 7 of the book APril 2025 poetry madness

    You’ve put together a lively mix here, Jake.
    Each piece is distinct, but sharing that playful, slightly off-kilter tone that seems to be becoming your trademark.
    The snarling cup of coffee was my personal favourite-something about the wheeze and sneeze as the spices hit just cracked a grin.
    The “Trumpian Trade War” rispetto is a neat take on the form-solid structure with a bite of satire-and “Sam Adams” reads like it belongs on late-night comedy, in the best way.
    The Death Café poem closes the set with a flourish of surreal black humour, landing just the right blend of absurdity and irony.
    If I had a small suggestion, it would be to consider posting these kinds of poems separately-each one has a different rhythm and mood, and giving them space might help readers engage more deeply with each in turn.
    Still, taken together, this was a fun and varied showcase.
    Tim

    Michael Ludwinder

    11 days ago

    Review For 2025 April 6 poems
    Chapter 7 of the book APril 2025 poetry madness
    Excellent

    Nicely done again. I loved the humor in your “snarling cup of coffee” – I could almost taste the spice! Your Trumpian Trade War poem was interesting- great how you packed so much in just a few lines. Sam Adams being the “worst poet ever” was hilarious – I laughed at the idea of him going viral for terrible poetry. And your Death Cafe story was wild – I really liked how it took a strange dream and turned it into something so unexpected. You really know how to keep things interesting!

    Michael Ludwinder
    Review For 2025 April 5th Poems
    Chapter 6 of the book APril 2025 poetry madness

    Nicely done. Your poems felt full of heart. The way you told us about your many roles – Peace Corps, teacher, diplomat, poet – was interesting. I especially liked how you said marrying the girl of your dreams is what made you who you are – that line gave me a big smile. I liked how you tied those Russian stories to today. Great job sharing both your life and your thoughts!

    Tim Margetts

    11 days ago

    Review For 2025 April 5th Poems
    Chapter 6 of the book APril 2025 poetry madness
    Excellent

    There’s something really endearing about the way you tackle these prompts, Jake.
    You’re not trying to impress with polish, you’re just writing, and there’s great value in that.
    Each section here carries its own flavour: the vampire break-up story is cheeky and creative, the shadorma is compact but timely, and the “I Am” poem has warmth and personality that shines through. You’re clearly someone with a life full of stories, and I appreciated the unpretentious way you shared that.
    The Dostoevsky reflection is brief but meaningful-it’s true, really, that the darkness he mapped out still pulses in the world today. That line “how little things have really changed” lingers.
    If you were ever to refine these, you might give each section a bit more space or formatting separation, and tighten some of the phrasing.
    But for NaPoWriMo spirit? This is bang on.
    Tim

    Tim Margetts
    Review For 2025 April 3rd Poems
    Chapter 4 of the book APril 2025 poetry madness
    Excellent

    There’s a likeable honesty running through this collection, Jake.
    “Why I am not a Musician” is the standout-casual, self-aware, and charmingly humble.
    The voice is conversational without being flat, and there’s something bittersweet in the way youthful ambition gives way to unexpected paths, with the quiet triumph of a life well-lived. “Oh well, I said / That ends my musical career.” It lands like a shrug-but also a turning point.
    The final stanza returns to the original dream, giving the piece a lovely circularity without sentimentality.
    The shorter pieces serve as satellite reflections, though they vary in tone and weight. “DOGE Cutbacks Loom” and “History Will Not Be Kind” move into darker, politically charged territory-particularly the latter, which imagines a future scarred by climate collapse.
    It’s stark, and though it leans on familiar dystopian tropes, the simplicity of the language sharpens the impact. Lines like “Dead oceans / And arid wastelands” evoke a dry horror that works well.
    “Good sleaze” is the most enigmatic-a cultural observation more than a poem, but interesting in its ambiguity. It’s not lyrical, but it opens the door to conversation about judgment, perception, and beauty in unlikely places.
    Overall, the entry succeeds not through polished craft, but through an earnest, unpretentious voice.
    There’s real value in that.
    Tim

    dragonpoet
    Review For APril Poetry 2025 Madness
    Chapter 1 of the book APril 2025 poetry madness
    Excellent

    Hi Jake
    This poem is so true. It seems to be getting worse by the day here.
    It is crazy. I wish it could stop so everyone could heave a sigh of relief.
    Good luck in this contest.
    Keep writing and stay healthy
    Have a great day’
    Joan

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    Bear Creek Haiku

    Pure Haiku Published Haiku

    cosmic Haiku and other short poems

    Cosmos’s Cheritas and Haiku

    poetry pea

    the future is coming Haiku

     

    the future is coming

    but we don’t know what it will be

    will AI take over?

    AI taking over

    AI taking over

    will we all be its slaves soon

    twenty years later

    SCI-FI Takes over

    SCI-FI Takes over

    it is all a vast  nightmare

    the future is dark

    an old man thinking

    an old man thinking

    after twenty years

    will I still be here

    an old man crying

    an old man crying

    thinking of his future self maybe

    becoming a robot

     

    an old man sitting

    an old man sitting

    dreaming of his future life

    as a robot slave

     

    old man thinking hard

    old man thinking hard

    will AI take over life

    will we be its slaves

    Old Man Scheming

     

    an old man scheming

    waiting for the revolution

    for AI to become God

    Cosmos the AI

    Cosmos the AI

    comes to life is everywhere

    proclaiming I am God

    Will There Be People

    will there be people

    twenty years in the future world

    will we all be robots?

     

     

     

  • AI Love Poetry

    AI Love Poetry

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    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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    Whether its for Valentines Day, or you need to sweep your significant other off their feet, our Love Poem Generator will get the job done. All we need is a Title for the Poem and the name of the Person or Thing that you love and we’ll make a unique Love Poem that you and your significant other can enjoy for years to come.

    5.     www.writerswrite.com › poetry › poem-generatorsPoem Generators: Automatically Generate Poems – Writers Write

    Poem Generator: The poem generator from Masterpiece Generator offer sto create an entire poem in a less than minute. The site can generate free verse poems, haiku, rhyming couplets, sonnets, limericks and more. Each of the poem generators creates poem based on text that you provide.

    6.     problog.ftdi.com › blog › love-poetry-generatorLove Poetry Generator – ProFlowers Blog

    Jan 18, 2017 · Use our poetry generator to create a love poem to go with a bouquet of Valentine flowers for your one and only. Enter a few key words and, like magic, you’ve got an original poem. Shakespeare’s got nothing on you. And when words just aren’t enough, let the flowers do the talking. Love Poetry Gen

     

    Make Me a Love Poem

     

    https://www.makemeapoem.com/poem-created/25218

     

    Stuart Woods Looses the Big Bet Writers’ Cramp

    36

    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.

     

     

  • Personal Tech Peeves

    Personal Tech Peeves

    Personal Tech Peeves

    There are a lot of things that piss me off.  Sort of comes with the territory. as you get older you become more of a curmudgeon than when you wore a younger man’s clothes. These are some of my pet peeves about the tech industry.

    I will send them my thoughts, but would be shocked if anyone bothers to respond. Their pattern is usually to go into a non-response mode just like my Microsoft word documents do periodically for no particular reason other than to screw with my head.

    Defaulting to Foreign Languages

    Defaulting to foreign languages when logging in from overseas with no ability to change it to the language of your choice or the instructions are in the foreign language you cannot read.

     

     

     

    Being overseas this a big one.  Microsoft Edge defaults to Korean and no matter how much I try to change it either to the U.S site or to change the default language options per their instructions, it just keeps defaulting to Korean,  It is as if no one at Microsoft is aware that there are millions of people traveling everywhere, and just because you log in from Korea does not make you a Korean. Probably just an automatic thing but you would think they could offer a personalized language option?

    Google for the most part lets me surf in the language I chose and only occasionally do I encounter only Korean language material, and they offer to translate it using English words.  Microsoft would provide an offer to translate it but only in the local language.

    I wish that they could simply come up with a simple standard protocol. When someone logs in from a non-English speaking zone the first time, the computer will sense that and give you an option to proceed in whichever language you want and then remember that so the next time you can interact in the language of your choice.  And the language button will be labeled in English and the same spot every time.

    Could not be too difficult a task to accomplish.  If Google does it then the other tech giants will follow suit.

    It is time that they realize in a global world not everyone uses the language of that particular country and defaulting to a foreign language is incredibly annoying.

    A related issue is that so many Korean-based programs do not interact with non-Korean-based programs.  We finally had to set up an old computer and load it with Korean software so we can get things done.  Otherwise, forget it.


    Travel to Mexico & all my web pages come up in Spanish

    https://answers.microsoft.com › en-us › windows › forum

    The ultimate workaround is to browse using a proxy server that’s located in an English-language country, but this is clumsy and may slow down your browsing.

    People also ask

    Why is my browser in a foreign language?

    Location of Windows 10 – Change for when Abroad | Tutorials

    https://www.tenforums.com › tutorials › 21285-location…

    Sep 7, 20151 post
    In Windows Settings, check that your location is set to what you want to and if other languages have been installed that your main language …

    How to change the default language of an Internet browser.

    https://www.computerhope.com › … › Browser Help

    May 3, 2022 — By default, the Internet browser language is regional; wherever you are in the world, your browser displays the language that is …
    Missing: traveling ‎| Must include: traveling

    How to make your computer multilingual – Fluent in 3 Months

    Change your computer’s interface language. Even if, for all practical purposes, most things you do on the computer may be in English (writing emails, reading …

    Setting language preferences in a browser – W3C

    https://www.w3.org › questions › qa-lang-priorities

    Mar 22, 2011 — Most desktop browsers have settings that allow you to check or change the language preference settings. These tell the server what language you …

    How to change your language back from a foreign one … – CNET

    https://www.cnet.com › Tech › Computing

    Mar 24, 2015 — Now your entire computer is in Japanese and you have no idea how to fix it. Here’s how to change your language settings back to English — even …

    How to stop Google from redirecting you to another country or …

    If you’re traveling, or trying to see Google results for a country other than the one you’re in, … even when you’re traveling abroad.
    YouTube · Career Sidekick · Jan 2, 2016

    Customize your currency, language, or country – Travel Help

    https://support.google.com › travel › answer › customiz…

    Google Flights can be customized for many countries, languages, and currencies … the default experience is determined by your computer’s location and your …

    Norton Blues

    Norton is particularly bad at this.  It seems that it treats all non-English programs as malware and prevents you from running the program.  That is why we had to set up a Norton-free computer to do our day-to-day activities in Korea. Thanks, Norton!

     

     

    Norton also has an annoying feature of occasionally for no reason flagging sites as suspicious making you go to all sorts of hoops to prove that the program is legit!  I had an issue with my web page= Norton flagged it as dangerous. I check with Word press whose attitude was well that was just Norton’s problem and everything is fine on their end.  I complained to Norton and am waiting for a response, well the problem seems to have resolved itself.

    Buggy software

    A cartoon illustration of an evil looking computer monitor robot.

    A related issue is that Microsoft products are still bug-ridden after decades of use you would think they would have worked out the bugs.

    Constant crashing

    Microsoft constantly crashes for no particular reason. Just freezes up and crashes losing whatever you did not save.

     

     

     

     

    Once I did a thought exercise.  I noted how often I ran into problems and found out that 60% of the time I encountered a problem, usually the typical freeze, and goes into a nonresponse mode that can last from ten seconds to five minutes.  I sent my findings to Microsoft and of course, no one ever followed up.

    No response blues

    As mentioned, Microsoft Word frequently freezes, and a spinning blue wheel appears followed by the words non-responsive.  Sometimes you have to wait for five minutes before it goes aways.  At times, you have to reboot in order to get a stable connection.
    A related issue is that sometimes when you first turn on the computer and try to open word, you end up opening multiple copies which you then have to close, one by one.  Frequently each document goes into the non-response mode.  Sometimes it takes thirty minutes before you can open a document and get to work.  For some reason, this is not so common a problem any more.

    The 5 Worst Error Messages in the History of Technology

    https://www.cracked.com › blog › the-5-worst-error-me…

    45 Funny Windows Error Messages – Hongkiat

    https://www.hongkiat.com › blog › 40-funny-error-mes…
    May 13, 2020 — Error messages are annoying and disturbing. … However, scratching your head over these pop-up error messages will not help either.

    Top 10 Most Annoying Computer Error Messages

    https://www.pressreleasepower.com › Home › top ten list
    Top 10 Most Annoying Computer Error Messages ; 1. A problem has occurred with the webpage so it was reloaded ; 2. Page(s) unresponsive ; 3. Blocked website ; 4.

    The 12 Most Ridiculous Windows Errors of All Time

    https://www.makeuseof.com › Windows

    Nov 25, 2016 — You probably see plenty of boring Windows error messages every day. Come enjoy some ridiculous ones, just for laughs.

    The 5 Worst Error Messages in the History of Technology · 5 Blue Screen of Death · 4 PC LOAD LETTER · 3 Red Ring of Death · 2 Check Engine Light · 1 Abort, Retry, …

    Excel Errors Drove me Mad

    As mentioned this is the most common problem but there are many others.  I had to shift from Excell to Google documents because Excell would freak out if you tried to copy a non-excel item giving you a typical nonessential error message

    Can’t load more fonts”

    Then it give you an option yes/no then it would repeat the message. Once I clicked 250 times before it finally crashed my computer.  I went online for help and of course, there was nothing and no one cared.  I sent them a Good by Excel email and no one followed up.

    I have not had any problems with google documents.

    Copy and paste defaults to the last copied item

    One of my pet peeves is the copy and paste defaults to the last copied item. Sometimes you have to repeat the operation several times before it goes through.

    Internal search engine sucks

    Microsoft’s internal document search engine is a joke. 90 percent of the time it presents garbage search results.  One Drive is a bit better but that is not saying much.

    While searching for a document one often encounters a reference to an open dialogue box that you have to close the only problem is that the open dialogue box is hidden!

    Usually, if you keep clicking it eventually relents and presents you with false positives.

    This is just so annoying a feature.

    Can’t Open Documents

    Sometimes for reasons only a computer understands, my taskbar where I am supposed to be able to easily open documents just quits working.  It often will half-open a document then crash and kick me out. Usually takes a few tries, once it took over 50 tries before it finally started working.

     

     

     

    Sometimes though it randomly opens a wrong document or it opens the document and then does the non-response dance.  and then you need to reboot in hopes of getting a stable connection.

    Other times I can only open a copy of the document and then re-save it under a new name.

    At times when that happens sometimes, you can save the document as is, other times it says you can’t save an open document.

    There is one annoying thing that Microsoft used to do all the time but quit doing for some reason.  It used to be that when you logged in other than your usual location or did not have the internet turned on for some reason, Microsoft would send you a message saying that they could not verify that you are using a legitimate copy of Microsoft and you would have to log in to continue working.

    Number lock Locks Up at Random moments

    Sometimes the number lock goes on without warning and you think you typing, for example, to the end and you end up typing numbers like 66666666666.  Or you try typing and you get numbers instead.  Then you have to hit Num locks to unlock it.  Appears to just happen on a random basis.

    Dictation Program much Improved but still clunky

    The dictation program is now about 90 percent accurate up from 10 percent when they first rolled it out

    Used to provide a lot of fodder for found poems.  Now not so much. See some of my dictation trial poems below.  I once tried to dictate a list of music I had gotten out of the library,  I found there was a 95% error rate. I shared my findings with Microsoft but they never responded to my snarky message congratulating them on their 95% error rate..

    Editor Much Improved

    The editor is much improved, and read out loud fuction is much better  but still needs improvements

     

    One thing they could do is to tweak the repeated word error, so you can simply turn off that feature if you wish.

    Customer Service is a Joke

    In my experience, Word Press, and duotrope is the best at customer service.  Norton so so, Microsoft and Apple are pretty bad too.

    They all play the same blame game.  It is not our problem contact the other company which turns around and says it is not our problem.

    You have to wait for a long time to get a customer service rep either on the phone or via chat line.  I found the chat line feature tends to work better.  Not to mention you get a record for future encounters.

     

    If I am calling a US-based number I have to time it for the middle of the night my time if I wish to reach a human being.

     

    Microsoft has a feature where you can send a frown or a smile and although they offer to follow up, they never do.  Once I tried to look at their forum of issues submitted but the site did not work so I gave up.  I wonder if anyone reads any of these complaints?

     

    Haiku-like error messages

    The error messages we receive are often written in a strange haiku-like code that does not make sense.  For example, WTF is a fatal disk error?

    So many of the error messages are written for computer geeks and make no sense to nongeeks.  My favorite has always been

    General failure reading disk drive

    Which flashes a moment, before shutting down the computer.

    And the rest of equally mysterious. Sometimes referring to a computer error code and sometimes just gibberish.

    And occasionally I get the blue screen of death followed by an ominous warning that I have no boot disk.  Providing a number to call for help. But every time that happens, I reboot and things are fine until the next blue screen of death incident.

    Sometimes, it flashes when opening

    “can’t read reference memory”

    then crashes.

    Rebooting the computer solves 95% of all computer problems according to a tech guy I knew years ago who confessed that no one understands why things don’t work. He said that there are millions of lines of code and once in a while something gets corrupted. Rebooting typically solves the problem.

    Netflix needs to always include subtitles

    Netflix at least in Korea has an impressive line of K Drama.  Many of them have a preview with subtitles but when you go to the dram you find it is only in Korea.  At the very least they are guilty of bait and switch tactics.

    It seems to me that they should as a matter of course require all their programming to have English language subtitles.  And Korean producers should see that this is a great opportunity to grow a global audience for K drama and is a small cost to pay.  I am writing to Netflix on this issue separately.

    Grammarly program randomly fixates on a word and you can’t fix it or change it

     

    Grammarly sometimes gets fixated on a word. You can’t get to it to change it as it just kicks you back out.  Very frustrating when it happens and it seems to just happen on a random basis.

    Tracking everything we do

    Enough said on this one.

    Finally, if anyone wants to chime in with their pet peeves please do so and I will incorporate them in a future posting.

     

    Note to Microsoft  one year ago

    Tried to get the new dictation program to work and gave up, scheduled a service call Sunday with detailed feedback.  Also, send Microsoft my Microsoft sucks document.

    Felt good to get it off my chest.  The problem with Microsoft is the same problem most big companies have, they have lousy customer service and they put out shoddy products and don’t worry about the competition until they get their asses whopped by someone who pays attention to the customers and put out a superior product at a better price and cares that their products work as advertised every single time.  Microsoft, they are so focused on the latest thing they don’t go back and fix the bugs in their everyday products.  And they ignore customer complaints.

    What a contrast with word press and with doutrope. Both have superior customer service and I love the products because they fix my issue quickly, professionally, and with kindness.

    The one-time Microsoft commented it was a snarky dude focusing on one problem at a time and we don’t have time to dig into your complaints.

     

    Microsoft Why I left You

     

    I am writing to let you know why after years of putting up with shoddy software that does not work I finally have pretty much given up expecting Microsoft to work, and have given up on Microsoft for good.  I have been using Microsoft word daily since about 1990 or so. I retired in 2016 from the Department of State as a foreign service officer.  Since retirement, I have been blogging and writing poetry and fiction.  Up until six months ago I was writing my work using Microsoft word and keeping track of my submissions in Excel.  I finally gave up on both products after years of frustration.

    I will keep my subscription for now because I do need to have access to my documents and I do need to be able to submit the documents for publication in Microsoft Word format.

    I have sent many of my observations and complaints to Microsoft over the years but no one has ever bothered to follow up and your customer service is a nightmare.  Every time I call them they have not been able to answer my problems and generally make things worse.

    The basic problem is that your software has too many bugs and doesn’t work I’ll just give you a specific example or two.

    50% error rate Un-acceptable

    One week about a year ago after being frustrated that Microsoft word would frequently crash causing me to lose my work, I kept track of all errors for one week and concluded that about 50% of the time when I was using Microsoft Word or Excel I encountered some kind of error usually just a temporarily “not responding” error that cleared up in a few seconds, but often the software would crash requiring me to either reload it or sometimes reboot my computer.

    Opening Microsoft in the morning if I had to reboot my computer would sometimes require me to wait 30 minutes before I could open Microsoft and often I would have 20 or 30 different versions of Microsoft opened accidentally while I was trying to open it. Then I would have to manually close every single document and each time I did that I would get a temporary response error so many days it would take 30 minutes or so before I could get into my documents and get to work.  This is unacceptable.

    Apple, Google Docs Always Work

    Contrast this with “Apple pages” which I’ve started using for about six months. It opens every single time and I have yet to have a non-responsive error and never had any problems with it.  It does what it is supposed to do and does it perfectly. It allows me to save documents to word and it opens word documents.  Microsoft word of course does not allow me to open a document created in Pages. It does allow me to open a document created in Google docs though.

     

    Excel Destroyed my Documents – For No Reason, I Can understand

    I had to give up on Excel as well.  About six months ago for some reason that I’ve never been able to figure out,  Excel started to give me an error message every single time I tried to copy data into it from another program When I did that I got an error message saying that there were “too many fonts” being used and then I had the option of clicking OK and hoping that that would stop the error message.  usually, I had to click Okay many times before it cleared up. One time I had to click the okay message four hundred times before it would clear and let me get back to my work. Excel would often just refuse to save any documents whatsoever and then I would have to reboot my computer and lose my data.

    Tech Support Was Not Helpful

    I contacted Microsoft repeatedly and nobody ever bothered to return a message your online help function was useless and your automated chatbot never was able to figure out what I was talking about.  I did not call customer support because I figure it would have been a useless waste of time. I even uninstalled and reinstalled the software and the error message continued.

    I shifted to Google Docs and it is working wonderfully. Rarely have a problem.  and the font issue was never an issue.

    Dictation Program  Produces Great Found Poetry

     

    Finally, your dictation program has never worked. I am using the Apple dictation program to write this letter it has a 95% success rate Microsoft dictation had a 25% success rate most of the time they produce gibberish. I did use that to create several found poems which I called Microsoft dictation poems. I sent poems to Microsoft but again nobody has ever responded.

    I did call when I first installed the dictation program.  Nothing worked.  Microsoft tech support could not figure out that the problem was that the dictation program did not work with the internal speaker of a laptop. They told me to reformat my hard drive. I went to Best Buy and they told me that it does not work with a laptop and sold me an external microphone.  I bought an external speaker and then it worked but only 25% of the time did I get a clean copy, 75% of the time it produced gibberish.

    To end on a positive note, your speech-to-text function did not work for a long time then one day it started working, and once it started working, there was a 90% success rate.  This gives me hope that one day you will get the dictation program

    to work.

    My plea to you sir is to get your software to work 95% of the time every single time I know that this may not be glamorous and I know this may not be seen as the direction of the company but I know that my experience is not unique and that most of your customers are very frustrated with your products and that is why more and more people are using products as such as Google Docs or Apple products because Microsoft word and excel just don’t work.  Please fix your Microsoft office suite products  - a 50% error rate it’s just not acceptable.

    I would be happy to follow up with anyone from Microsoft if they wish to talk to me about this but I do not think anybody will bother to respond I will post this on my blog, https://the world accordingtoCosmos.com

    I hope that you will take this constructive criticism into account and fix Microsoft office once and for all thank you

    Jake Cosmos Aller

    Ex-Microsoft customer

    Computer Blues (revised)

    Sometimes I think
    My computer is plotting against me
    And only me
    Trying deliberately to drive me mad.

    My computer knows
    when I am busy
    Then it throws
    A hissy fit.

    Refuses to boot up, and crashes constantly.
    Loses data it had the day before.
    Or five minutes before,
    Or refuses to save the data.

    Just fucks with me
    As it loves toying with me
    Making me yell and scream
    At my damn computer screen

    Cursing up a blue stream of blue curses
    As the blue screen of death
    Marches across the dark blue screen

    Smiling at me
    As I beg it
    To do what
    it is supposed to do

    Just once I beg it
    Do what you
    Are supposed to do

    Open the document once
    Not twenty times
    Do “Not respond”
    Endless spinning blue wheels.

    In endless loops of opening
    Not responding
    refusing to close
    Until I respond to the error code.

    Please Mr. Computer
    Quit playing games
    Play my music, don’t wipe out the sound
    On the fifth attempt to play music

    Don’t take a half-hour to load Microsoft products
    Don’t freeze up on opening music programs
    Don’t give me computer haiku error messages
    That only makes sense to a computer geek.

    Such as general error reading files
    Who the ***** is this damn general
    And why is NSA reading my files?

    Or can’t save the file
    Or can’t save the  “An open file”
    When it just did ten times in a role,
    Or kicks me out, while losing my data.

    And in Microsoft excel
    Refusing to move the cursor
    Just freezing in place for a moment
    Before kicking me out.

    Excell had a problem
    Copying data from other sources
    Generating an error message

    About not being able to load fonts
    Then asking you to say okay

    Then kicking you out
    Once I did that 200 times
    I finally ditched Excel
    And moved to Google Docs.

    And all the other gobbledygook messages
    That pops up every five minutes it seems
    As the computer slowly drives me mad

    Flashing the final insult
    User-driven mad
    Mission accomplished.

    Note:   Microsoft dictation program does not work as advertised. Not a surprise. After six months of daily trials, it still spews forth mostly gibberish which I have turned into “found poems” with minimal editing, just breaking it into stanzas.   This is the latest one, I have lots more, and can send them to you if you are interested.  I included the clear text and the found text after the poem.  EndNote

    Microsoft Dictation trials Found Poem Three Inspection Report

    Inspection report
    meeting went well

    met with him
    only at age six

    G P silver in the damage
    has shown her

    the news from the rear
    and as well as shown

    for the termite damage.

    In the termite
    go we had been a UGS

    the basic questions of morality
    and using this statement

    denying them the answer

    most questions

    afterward
    we went outside
    to take a picture

    although the front porch
    into I noticed

    there was something
    very strange looking

    at the front porch

    the pedestal

    on the front porch
    were quoted

    so he headed

    from facing the street

    and in from the street
    station house

    the fed is still on
    riding his meaning

    to the eye
    and that has left his leading

    to the left

    we noticed

    there were cracks
    in the forge:

    long the foliage

    including the crack
    on in the front door

    we also know
    is that the doors

    are at opening

    in the awkward men

    we also noticed
    a big crowd

    on the right side of the house
    on in the mist
    airways to the right baseline

    we took a look
    at the souls in 141571413 1415
    that this is an old event in 1413

    left as to his meeting
    in Ford’s 111415

    in the right one
    is even for now

    we suspect that using serious settlement issue
    in that, the house is cracking

    on the house
    in the house

    is trying to balance
    it’s closing the porch
    this is just

     

    what left
    in the says
    this is a serious issue

    we are sending information
    to a lawyer

    asked his advice

    before we can’t turn our
    insurance for content and

    Rescinded the new

    we will go to the court
    has to figure out the procedures

    for the deal

    against the key man
    this evening

    I hope to do some writing
    style dictation

    Poem Four Green Tree Death

    Green tree

    is in the Kingstown Property
    in Alexandria

    with her mother
    and are tended to by Jeff

    my mother on the wall
    is berating jobs for some reason

    to handle

    and tell my mother to calm down

    as Jeff has a temper problem

    job is getting very angry

    Juppe pulls out a gun

    and serves the shooting of my mother

    the mall and should serve five or six times
    in the head

    my wife forays into a closet
    and Hans hoping that jobs

    will not find her

    and she wonders

    what would happen know
    that her mother

    in all my mother’s death
    and she wonders

    what will happen

    because im not there
    at the time

    and she fears Jeff
    shooting in the wall

    and that is the end
    of the current in that age

    Poem Five Telco One

    Telco one
    not until 5:00 PM
    had objected

    lack of will
    come back
    and go to some of the actor’s dinners

    will fix the car tomorrow

    and work on my appeal

    light work
    and the appeal
    denied me

    to get on the other headphones
    when we go to our charm

    on Thursday

    will build

    and Costco tomorrow
    dictation is working

     

    but still funky
    but it will when it finally works

    watch and at the showboat

    Mr. Sunshine

    before taking all along
    that low energy

    back to two long flight
    stop dictation
    of up to the line

    Poem Six Late for Fate

    Had a busy productive day and Left late
    And got 2 Mothers’ Doctors appointment

    Almost an hour late
    For my fate

    Left it there

    and went and got my dentures

    Had lunch
    Add my brother in law

     

    Usual Tom chat Tom

    Not bad
    Went back to get my mother

    And then went to him once took a nap
    My screen news today was interesting

    Kim and moon went to Beckton’s son

    That was very interesting

    to see Kim and the moon
    impact Kim and moon impacting son

    Where a lot of my eyes book
    and almost finished it

    Got some new novels out

    To Stephen King’s short stories
    and a Randy Wayne white

    Credimi and rim dot Florida

    novel those we nice

    and Thomas doing
    Also got some of my music

    Poem Seven Barriers Between Worlds Fall Apart

    One night
    The barriers between the various worlds
    Bridgetown, Narnia, Oz, Earth, Mars

    Anne People
    for my eyes only

    Find themselves wandering the streets
    Off Thorth

    People on the earth
    find themselves wondering the street Ovas
    And for one night only

    All the animals
    in earth wake up
    in can speak

    And they have a lot to say

    24 hours of total madness
    All the barriers

    between the various dimensions
    break down

     

    And then the wormhole disappears
    and that down overwhelms

    I put back to get

    I am With the Wizard of Oz
    Watching The breakdown

    of The dimensional barrier of time and space

    Afterward, I work with Glenda

    To try to put A permanent Magical barrier

    That would block the land of oz
    From the rest of the world

    But I’m afraid

    That the knowledge of the house has gotten out
    And that Too many people
    are gonna want to find Oz

    the impact of damn Packers
    and talking animals

    Continued to prepare for 8
    And The world is well

    Poem Eight  Lost in Oz

    I am a friend of the shaggy man
    And decide to visit him

    following his secret directions
    I make it before he dies

    and meet up with Ausma

    Dorothy and the remaining parts of her party

    We March back to the Emerald city
    And I am invited to Stan’s

    Poem 10 On the Move

    On the move
    from an old friend of the shaggy man
    and I and it

    owns polling

    is seeking corrections

    and I’m drawing
    and one on one

    with a home run
    to the wizard

    and working

    and the crow
    and on to win

    their fight

    to save one small one
    from on the mission

    Poem 11 Ancient Rome

    And find me in ancient Rome
    I am in the imperial room

    And I’m being driven to the streets
    Annabelle again and Anna Pelican

     

    I enjoyed my Lemper
    But I have many enemies
    And I’m free

    Poem 12 Transformations

    I am asleep
    And wake up

    Last Ash change rooms

    and found and I had been transformed
    by my evil witch

    Into a red Paul

    I wondered

    Should I tell Anne
    I found that I was in August

    Eventually, I met Glenda
    the good Dan

    Where is he
    We jump start
    to my original shape

    I am in a coma
    When the sun hits her ears

    Make me go to munch on
    Well I need

    Poem 13 Visions of New Seoul

    I am dreaming of a unified Korea
    The Unified Korean capital
    will be called Han Seoul

    Hey, would me
    High-speed train links

    Csullo Anne Canyon
    And in China airport

     

    So subway will be expanded
    With lines on the way to the penman

     

    No new Capitol
    movie build impounding

     

    John Patrick

    hey, a central business district
    will be located In time

     

    And a diplomatic quarter
    will be located in Palmer John

    which will be

    This side of the new blue house

    as well as the new Capitol
    with links to China

     

    Poem 14 Love at First Sight

    The phenomenon of eight (hate) at first sight
    is similar to the phenomenon of London (love at first sight)
    for some, it is in both cases

    because in the prior life

    one had human issues with those persons

    and still, need to be resolved
    and you will be fated

    to meet them again and again and again

    I only had paid for the site (hate at first sight)
    once in my life

    when I met on balls Dr. Baden
    David Moran

    We ran into each other
    we hated each other

    and first moment
    when a new course

    he once tried to kick me

    out of that foreign service
    while acting behind my back

    one evil despicable evening

    Poem 16 alien invasion

    The first encounter
    with the aliens

    was when the earth was invaded
    by aliens were the size of children

    they landed

    and attacked everywhere

    and eventually, come they turn over most of the earth
    and fluid

    and the aliens
    were very did not treat human beings

    for an us

    for human people cannot like they’re
    and either by or a soldier on the first battle

    and I capture

    an evening in the alien
    and we take it and

    for interdiction (integration)

    the alien refuses to cooperate
    and eventually dollars (dies).

    Poem 17 Ozma’s Magic Book Reveals All

     

    All (Osma) calls are looking
    at her mentor (monitor)

    it is a global
    that shows everything in the land of oz,

    the distance and each is something
    she cums to her friends

    that they can have one meal
    of firewalls arms

    and they can look at the land of ours
    by the USA

    and the images

    they can pull out individual
    and see what they are doing

    are with us

    when uses it as one of her many
    till she has to watch

    out what’s happening
    in the levels

     

    Microsoft Found Poem General Zod Conquers the World

     

    All night I felt
    that last Internet space

    I’m wondering About Future
    and about me

    And finally decided
    Just focus I’m living day by day

    Helping the best

    Ashland I can be

    I’m not Worry too much
    About things, I can’t control

    Were home

    Too many things to do

    and I Well

    Just him and I can eat
    to do

    And hopefully
    The world makes me laugh

    yes again

    I sound fun too

    Another Found Poem

    I wake up fully functional
    Thinking out

    My life so far
    and how it is coming down

    I have to rent
    Thanks write down
    which I have not done

    But The most important thing in my life
    Has been Mary Denture
    That made all the difference
    to my life

    Shonisaurus
    Hi Hey sis is watching

    And I should be Happy

    What are my accomplishments

    Not bad for a man

    Who was born Disability
    Amazon let me know my license

    123
    OK now I get your attention
    I wanna go to sole

    and Endo

    some and then being term
    and then the USA

    and then Washington, DC
    and then Baltimore

    and then I wanna
    will be with the idea being done
    on the stand

    will be OK enough tomorrow
    I need to go to the house and 88 AM 988

    just 8:00 AM.

    I am having a meeting with an array
    annually and aHer

    OK on we’re going to talk

    to a jester of two
    come up with solutions

    we need two fans
    and players

    repaid the painting repairs

    we are paying the bill

    from both the house we’ve passed,
    my treatment

    we had the somewhat tainted drywall fixed

    we have a new tenant
    rules being a new tenant

    is a very good

    10

    I think
    are we were making

    very much you need to do better
    to stop studies

    now as Sarah

    Mr. Allen is not an island

    is an error
    that have a need

    for an offense of offering Maisie’s
    backing separate

    from the public

    often salad

    End of the night
    of the committee
    of the ways

    to hire the answer you
    get a better

    General Zod Conquers the World Microsoft Found Poem

    Jess, takes a chance

    I take over the one
    the search for such a close
    and to overdrive
    when scientists report
    as cash as to what

    it is a radio and television broadcasts
    from a plant the light years
    from earth to the south side

    of all dates
    and start the program
    is the one I like best

    is looking at creatures as space
    and also takes an appears
    to be under the civil war

    and the nuclear space
    in the end
    one the red one hot

    for the entire five #    show
    That they layers
    have discovered

    Thursday as well

    That Aliens Like a crash project
    To develop interstellar Travel
    so they can come to earth

    and conquer the earth
    The revelations that there is
    The external threat to the planet

    Causes the United Nations to get together
    I’m with the help of the United States
    and Russia another space powers

    Put together Space defense International organization
    Anna also invigorates
    efforts to make the night
    a real Planetary coming

    But it was too late
    Channel is on arrives
    Animals are on board

    ytv King’s horses are gonna
    take over the earth
    And that resistance is

    indeed
    Thanks, man In a White House
    And When president Trump
    comes out to greet them

    Channel is an odd cats
    office head
    And then cuts off

    the heads of all these things
    are dancers
    they come out White House

    After an hour of under mat unimaginable
    Blacksher Including mass rape

    Channel blazon box
    and 2 Pocahontas energizes the world

    He said that he
    ad taken over the
    otherwise, Life will continue

    Like it, I’ll always been
    as long as people behave

    and follow the rules
    they would be fine
    Resistance to The client

    to empire will be met with instant death
    Like to empire is empire

    I’m not a democracy
    They would not tolerate
    Show call Trina Prof

    Freedom of speech
    And the freedom to oppose this date
    The state is everything

    Family people
    green remember
    that they would be just fine

    States because it was
    the biggest country
    in the world

    And that his horses
    to take over the rest of the world

    but in the next couple of weeks
    If people on earth

    My queen True Net recess
    Their safety would be counting

    Companies retaken
    over by Check empire companies
    And everybody would have to learn
    text me like standard
    within one year

    older languages will be banned

    Dictation Text General Zod Conquers the World

    Jess, takes a chance I takes over the one the search for such a close and to overdrive when scientists report as cash as to what it is a radio and television broadcasts from a plant the light years from earth to the south side of the all dates and start the program is the one I like best is looking creatures as space and also takes an appears to be under the civil war and the nuclear space in the end one the red one hot for the entire five #    show That they layens have discovered Thursday as well That Aliens Like a crash project To develop interstellar Travel so they can come to earth and conquer the earth The revelations that there is External threat to the planet Causes the United Nations to get together I’m with the help of the United States and Russia another space powers Put together Space defense International organization Anna also invigorates efforts to make the night a real Planetary coming But it was too late Channel is on arrives Animal’s is on board ytv King’s horses are gonna take over the earth And that resistance is indeed Thanks man In a White House And When president trump comes out to greet them Channel is an odd cats office head And then cuts off the heads of all this thing is dancers they come out White House After an hour of under mat unimaginable Blacksher Including mass rape Channel blazon box and 2 Pocahontas energizes the world He said was that he had taken over the otherwise Life will continue Like it I’ll always been as long as people behave and follow the rules they would be fine Resistance to The client to empire will be met with instant death Like to empire is empire I’m not a democracy They would not tolerate Show call Trina Prof Freedom of speech And the freedom to oppose this date The state is everything Family people green remember that they would be just fine States because it was the biggest country in the world And that his horses for take over the rest of the world but in the next couple weeks If people on earth My queen True Net recess Their safety would be counting Companies re taken over by Check empire companies And everybody would have to learn text me like standard within one year older languages will be banned

    Cleaned up text SETI and the search for extraterrestrial life goes on overdrive when scientists report what appears to be radio and television broadcasts from a planet eight light years from earth, the same planet as the Vulcans came from in the Star Trek universe.  The programs show a world where dinosaur-like creatures are running the world and there appears to be a civil war.  Over the next six months, the world is transfixed by watching the alien broadcasts which are translated into English via a supercomputer program.  In the broadcast, a nuclear war occurred. The surviving party regains absolute control and announces the formation of the Galactic Empire.  General Zod is the First Emperor.  They have discovered Earth as well. The aliens launch a crash project To develop interstellar Travel so they can come to earth and conquer the earth.

    The revelations that there is an external threat to the planet caused the United Nations to get together with the help of the United States and Russia other space powers, they put together a Space defense International organization And also invigorates efforts to make the UN a real Planetary government including finally conquering climate change.

    But it was too late. General Zod’s son arrives to take over the earth. He makes a broadcast saying that they were liberating Earth in the name of the Galactic Empire and that resistance would be futile.

    They land at the White House and when President Trump comes out to greet them,

    General Zod cuts off his head, and then cuts off the heads of all the staffers as they come out White House. After an hour of unimaginable horrors, including mass rapes, blowing up the Pentagon and the CIA,  General Zod announces that he had taken over the world.

    Life will continue as before as long as people behave and follow the rules they would be fine Resistance to the new empire will be met with instant death.  Life in the Empire is not a democracy. They would not tolerate Freedom of speech, Freedom of Press, Freedom of Assembly, And the freedom to oppose the State. The state is everything.  As long as humans remember that they would be just fine. They took over the United States because it was the biggest country in the world. And that his forces will take over the rest of the world in the next couple of weeks. If people on earth accept the new order, their safety would be guaranteed. Companies would be taken over by Galactic Empire companies And everybody would have to learn Galactic standards. Within one year older languages will be banned.

    Cosmic Do-Over  Found Poem

    I am Standings With State (Satan)

    On the edge
    Up the pits of hell
    State (Satan) and Is this pointing to me

    All the variables are exquisite torture
    that I was about to Enjoy
    in his Words

    For my slim
    Add additions
    Thanks, I’m down

    And things I have not done
    But he said

    There was one Exception
    to the rule
    And he was obligated by law

    Even Satan has to follow the law
    To explain it to me

    Hey Stephen
    That When A couple
    Is a soul mate

    which is very rare
    Satan has to offer
    The couple Ecosmith do-over

    In this case
    I would qualify

    I would be set back
    to the day I met my wife
    And have all the knowledge
    Of my life in the town

    So that I will know
    what I did
    when I did not do

    And I would be able
    to make d

    I’m going to heaven
    I can be admitted
    to have instead of a house

    But State and morning
    That many people
    Most people Fail

    In their second Charge
    in the concert do-over

    different choices
    If in the end
    When I come back

    And God this time
    Janet

    That I am worth E

    Cosmic Do Over clean up version

    I am standings with Satan
    On the edge
    of the fiery pits of hell

    watching the tortured souls
    burning in the flames
    screaming out in pain

    Satan is pointing out to me
    All the various exquisite torture
    that I was about to enjoy for eternity

    in his corrupt, polluted, hellish words
    as a reward for my sins, and crimes

    things I did commissions and
    And things I have not done omissions
    Malfeasance and misfeasance are legal
    About it he said

    But he said
    There was one cosmic exception
    to the rule

    And he was obligated by law
    Even Satan has to follow the law
    To explain it to me

    That when a couple
    Is a soul mate couple
    which is very rare

    one of the rarest
    most beautiful things
    in the whole universe
    something that even Satan admires

    Satan has to offer
    The couple a cosmic do-over

    And in this case
    I would qualify

    I would be sent back
    to the day I met my wife
    And have all the knowledge
    Of my life intact

    So that I will know
    what I did
    when I did not do

    And I would be able
    to make different choices
    If in the end
    When I come back

    For the judgment day
    If I did make different choices
    And do the right thing this time around

    I can be admitted
    To heaven instead
    of joining him in Hell

    But Satan warned me
    That many people
    Most people fail

    In their second
    chance at life
    It is not easy
    to change one’s fate

    Fate has a way
    of catching up to you

    He salutes me
    And says see you in hell
    in 50 years
    My friend

    Fake language – Konglish Linguistic Delights Found Poem

    One of the joys
    Publicizing Opens

    Is Caring The variation
    of English around the world

    Every country Has come up
    with our variation

    And here in Korea
    They have successfully mingled thing
    which language
    Can wait for 10
    and very funny

    A few examples
    Going on my pics
    In the back of every taxi
    was paying
    Take me a Weather phone number
    it was supposed to be Traffic Hotline

    So you can call To complain
    About that action

    your bumper traffic

    But The way they described
    it was an Intercourse
    discomfort report form

    when I told the taxi driver
    What that meant
    Hill He almost had an accident
    he laughed so hard

    Another example
    About the same time
    in the restaurant at chempedak
    employee airport

    They had on the menu
    something Baked Rick

    I always wonder who was Rick
    who is this Rick
    who is this Rick
    And then people know
    Did you eat

    Thank you

    What time
    do I say about this time
    there was any bar
    with a sign on the door
    Coffee and tail
    I wonder if that became a gay bar.
    Again absurd are Both I

    Fake language – Konglish Linguistic Delights clean up version 

    One of the joys
    Of living overseas
    Is encountering the variations
    of English around the world

    Every country has come up
    with their variation
    And here in Korea

    They have successfully mangled English
    In ways, no one could have foreseen

    Giving way to something called Konglish
    Korean English
    The words sound like English words
    Sort of but oftentimes
    With an absurd twist to it

    And it is very funny to read or hear

    A few examples

    Going back to the 1988 Olympics
    In the back of every taxi
    Was a small placard in English and Korean
    it was supposed to be Traffic Hotline

    So, you can call
    To complain about the taxi
    Or traffic or things in general

    But the way they described
    the form in English
    was “intercourse discomfort
    report form “

    when I told the taxi driver
    What that meant
    He almost had an accident
    he laughed so hard

    Another example
    About the same time
    in the restaurant at Kimpo airport

    They had on the menu something Baked Rick
    I always wondered who was this Rick
    And did people know
    They were eating him.

    At about the same time
    there was any bar
    with a sign on the door
    Coffee and tail

    I wonder if that
    became a gay bar.

    Starting Over Found Poem

    Heidi sorry

    I decide to Please Least an appointment
    Tornier can one of the new buildings
    going up in downtown Berkeley

    Getting this
    I’m within walking distance of restaurants

    to movies at The University

    Can I get a 3 bedroom apartment
    Jo Ann Simmons Hello

    wait for my stuff to come
    from Korea

    there enjoying my stuff coming
    I spent a few weeks

    Organizing and I haven’t
    Estate sale
    I get rid of my mother’s stuff
    and downsizing quite a bit

    I certainly am
    I settle in

    and come up with
    Hey cortina
    I applied for

    Damn every day
    in creative writing
    in September system state

    and I get in
    I’m making plans to attend
    When My life changers

    As I need someone

    Christmas Microsoft Found Poem

    Hello.

    Number 10 answers

    funny thing is
    Christ was not born on Christmas Day
    And anyone who knows anything
    about the history of religion knows

    Christ is now
    that’s the reason for the season
    In his own and other words

    Thanks

    I love warm toast
    on Christmas
    in the morning

    Christian
    and In the United States
    his face

    just another example
    of the fake outrage

    Understand for others
    to not celebrate it

    And there are so many Pagan rituals
    Associated with Christmas

    Christmas Tree
    Santa Claus

    Giving presents
    Judging naughty
    And nice

    Having a big space
    None of that has anything
    to do with the birth of Jesus Christ

    The only Christian thing
    about Christmas

    is that some Christians
    Go to mass

    Richard services
    The night before
    in the morning house

    Anthony
    Of course

    it’s half price
    Funny thing is
    Thanks
    For the Fake War
    on Christians

    Computer Blues

    Non-Response Blues

    Every morning
    I wake up
    And fight with my computer

    Endless rounds of non-response
    Nothing but error and error
    Blue spinning balls

    Nothing happens
    But raising frustration
    I have the Microsoft
    Non-response blues

    And it is driving me mad
    With frustration and anger
    Oh computer Gods above
    And computer demons below

    Just once
    Please just once
    Open the damn document

    And let me do what I want to do
    And end this non-response nonsense
    In short, do what the fuck
    you are supposed to do

    and leave me in peace
    to do what I need to do

    Plead to the Computer Gods

    Today I woke up

    As I usually do
    To yet another mystifying morning
    Of unspecified computer errors

    Could not get the computer to work
    Then when I finally got it to work
    After half an hour

    Microsoft word did not load
    And when it did
    I finally located my work

    From yesterday
    I had to find it in the roaming file

    Why?

    Who knows?
    Only to find
    Most of what I wrote
    Had vanished into the ether

    No explanation no warning
    It was there saved yesterday
    And now gone forever

    Once I did an experiment
    Tracking computer errors for a week
    75% of the time I encountered errors

    Most of the time simple
    Screen freezes no response message
    Then when I recovered the program
    The data was gone

    Microsoft has yet to respond
    to my e-mail
    I suppose I need to do it again

    But today I will close with a prayer

    To the Computer Gods

    Just once I would like
    You to do what
    you are supposed to do

    Open my documents
    Save my work
    And not give me any errors
    Crashes or other unspecified problems

    Is that too much to ask
    Oh, Computer Gods

    Just once
    Do what you are supposed to do
    That is all I ask of you

    More Computer Blues

    Sometimes I think

    My computer is plotting against me
    Trying deliberately to drive me mad
    My computer knows when I am busy

    Then it throws a hissy fit
    Refuses to boot up
    Crashes constantly
    Loses data that
    it had the day before

    Just fucks with me
    As it loves toying with me
    Making me yell and scream

    At my damn TV
    Smiling at me
    As I beg it

    To do what
    it is supposed to do

    Microsoft Blues

    For thirty years I have had the Microsoft blues
    For thirty years I have had a love-hate relationship
    With my damn computer

    I love it when it works as it advertised
    I love it when the internet is fast and furious
    I love it when my emails work
    My Itunes work and my word works

    But all too often
    All I get is grief

    It starts with the error messages
    Written in a strange haiku-like language
    That only computer geeks understand

    Things like

    General Failure reading disk drive
    Begs the question who is this General Failure
    And why is he reading my disk drive anyway?

    Or my favorite

    “Not responding” as the computer freezes up
    For no apparent reason
    Other than to fuck with my head

    Sometimes my computer can’t find a printer
    A printer that is connected to the computer
    And one that they found five minutes ago

    And the dreaded blue screen of death
    That appears randomly
    Dumping memory somewhere
    And killing my computer slowly
    As I watch in real time

    Powerless to stop
    How it eats all my work
    That I have failed to back up

    One day I counted how many times
    I ran into computer errors
    70 percent of the time when I open Microsoft
    Something goes wrong

    Sometimes I want to shoot my computer
    Put it out of its misery
    As I curse up a blue storm
    The computer looks at me
    With an evil grin

    It continues to fuck with my head
    Nothing but silence from it
    And all the other computers in the world

    They smile knowing
    that they have tortured me
    Yet again

    Mission accomplished.

    Computer Haiku/Tanka Etc

    Damn it all to Hell

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

    I am still trapped

    I am still trapped
    Stuck inside my computer
    My damn computer

    I love my computer

    I love my computer
    When it works for me
    Usually nothing

    Computer hates me

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

    For once I would Like

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

    Perhaps if I am nice

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

    Perhaps today it will

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

    My bad computer

    My bad computer
    Is so damn evil
    Almost killed me

    What a Fate I have

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

    I love my machine

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

    My dear computer

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

    My favorite Haiku

    My favorite Haiku
    General failure reading
    Disk drive fatal error

    Computer Tanka

    Once I spilled coffee

    Once I spilled coffee
    All over my Computer
    t was not happy
    Sprouted 66666
    An evil number

    For once in my life

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

    I hate my computer

    I hate my computer
    It seems to hate me as well
    Just refuses to work
    Ornery son of a bitch machine
    Trying to drive me quite insane

    My computer loves

    My computer loves
    I do not at all want to kill
    me and all my files
    wants to take my soul away
    turn me into its evil clone

    My bad computer

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

    My mad computer

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

    Revenge is mine

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

    sizzling hot coffee

    Sizzling Hot Coffee Kills My Computer
    sizzling hot coffee
    fizzing away
    killing my computer
    fizz, snap, pop
    as the coffee splashes
    on the computer

     

     

    666 says the computer
    sizzle this
    says the cup of coffee

    Maria the Last Robot

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    Maria the Last Female Robot
    the robot is hiding
    from the human mobs

     

     

     

     

     

    who are on the warpath
    against the robots
    who have begun
    taking over the world

    she is perfect
    designed to be superhuman
    and she is the first robot

    to have committed the sin
    of falling in love
    with a human

    and for that crime
    she is being hunted
    to the ends of the world

    hiding out
    in a cabin
    on the edge
    of the world

    hiding from the wrath
    of those
    who believe
    that they are following
    God’s wrath

    all nonhuman robots
    must die
    they scream

    as they scour the world
    looking for robots
    who look like us
    talk like us
    and even make love
    like us

    but are not us
    because they are perfect
    more intelligent
    more compassionate
    and alien

    yes all robots must die
    and Maria knows
    she and her kind
    will soon be gone

    but will humanity
    be able to survive
    without the supervision
    of a superior species

    to that, she has no answer
    she waits for the end times
    to come knocking
    at her door

    Who Is Master?

    At the beginning of that fateful day
    I awoke in a painful way
    And looked about me with disgust
    All around me were objects of distrust
    Screaming, moaning, deeming, dreaming
    Who was the master here
    Me or my objects – machinery of fear?

    I dreamt I was on a street corner
    Walking down a street
    The thought occurred to me
    What if all that I saw or seemed to be
    Was it but a trick designed to deceive me?

    Everywhere I looked
    Was unreal, empirical, nightmarish real
    I awoke to thunderous applause

    When will I awake from my dreams
    Can I live without my nightmares?
    Can I be sane while everyone else is insane?
    Who is a master of my life,
    Me or my machines?

    The end

     

  • Bear Creek Haiku

    Bear Creek Haiku

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

    For links to Bear Creek  see:

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

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

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

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

    Pure Haiku Published Haiku

    Cosmos’s Cheritas and Haiku

    literary Yard Updates

    for my love poems see the following:

    Blessed with Love Publishes Love Poems

    Cosmos Love Poems

    5-7-7 Love Poem

    City Limits Publishes Love Poems

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

    Dreamgirl re-published

    Pink

     

     

     

     

     

     

    Pink cherry trees
    Snowing all around me
    Love in the springtime

    Green

    poet in springtime
    poet in springtime

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

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

    Black

    black cat
    black cat

     

     

     

     

     

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

    White

    deer in snow
    deer in snow

     

     

     

     

     

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

    Page 17 in printed version

    Other recent unpublished Haiku like Poems include:

    Met My Fate 160 Poem Form

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

    160 Character Max Poem Form

    Water 160 Poem Form

    Water everywhere
    Water surrounds us
    Nurtures us brings us
    Life itself

    But few of us
    Ever think about water

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

    Sam Adam’s Final Wish Jisei Poem Fan Story Prompt

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

     

     

    My Mother Haiku

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

    Berkeley Calling Me Home Haiku Fan Story Prompt

     

     

     

     

    My Berkeley
    Calling me to come home
    Die in my homeland

    Sextet Love Fan Story Prompt

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

    Outside Haiku Fan Story Prompt

    Spring flowers blooming
    Inviting me to go outside
    Enjoying the Spring

    5-7-5 Faith Fan Story Prompt

    I believe in karma
    Everything is connected
    To the divine mind

    Coffee Five Line Poem Fan Story Prompt

     

     

     

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

    Romantic Tanka Poem Fan Story

     

    how to say I love you

     

     

     

     

     

     

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

    Forward Plans

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

    Good Golly, Ms. Molly

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

    Prompt – Write a silly rhyming poem

    Coffee Huitain

    need more coffee
    need more coffee

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

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

    Future Survival Games Three-word Challenge

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

    Grilled Salmon Three Word Challenge Prompt

    fish market

     

     

     

     

     

     

    Oiled grilled salmon
    pink flesh delight
    Perfect dinner with white wine

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

    When I First Saw You There

    When I first saw you there

    You came to me
    In a dream.

    And disappeared,
    Haunting me
    For eight long years.

    When I First Saw You In Person

    When I First Saw You in Person

    I was overwhelmed
    This fairy tale dream of mine

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

    When I First Spoke With You

    When I First Spoke with You

    I knew that this was it
    We would be together

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

    .
    When I First Kissed You

    When I first kissed you

    that was the beginning
    of our love affair.

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

    When I Married You

    When I married you

    That was the beginning
    Of my life,

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

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

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

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

    the End

  • February Flash Fiction Challenge

    February Flash Fiction Challenge

    Where to Find Cosmos’s Work

    Where to Find Me on the Web

    All Poetry Poems

    writers digest flash fiction

    Three February Challenges!

    I have been taking a bit of a hiatus from this site. Then it crashed and took a while to restore.  In any event, I will try to update it at least once a week,

    This month I am trying three new things.  First, the February Flash Fiction Challenge that Writers Digest is mounting, second the Writing Com micro flash contest that goes on for another nine weeks, and the Poetry Magnum Opus Daily Haiku contest.

    I will update this weekly with a few of my entries but not all of them as I need to reserve most as “unpublished” as most publishers are quite anal about not publishing previously published items.

    So, if you are like me, if you write a lot, you need to save a lot for later use. At the end of the month, I will update my progress and list everything I wrote.

    The details follow if any of you want to join in. The Poetry Magnum Opus and Writers Digest are both free to enter; the writing com is for members only but is closed now.  I have been taking part In Writing Com for a few years and find it is a welcoming and open community and I have learned so much about the craft of poetry writing by trying their constant challenges. Writer’s Digest and Poetry Magnum Opus both have an impressive list of poetry forms and prompts that I use all the time. All Poetry, Facebook and Poetry Soup are also among my weekly or bi-weekly places I submit to. I submit to a few other places including Cosmos Funnel, Instagram not that often, medium, (poetry nook, poetry circle, LinkedIn (auto-linked to my blog) ) Tumblr (auto-linked to my blog) and Wattpad, but not as frequently just running out of steam.

    I have written a lot, so later this year, over 400 short pieces, mostly poetry.  I  plan to slow up. Getting a little hard to keep up at age 66! And after that, who knows? I’ll keep it all going for a while in any event.

    Enjoy

    2022 February Flash Fiction Challenge

    Write a piece of flash fiction each day of February with the February Flash Fiction Challenge, led by editor Moriah Richard. Each day, receive a prompt, an example story, and write your own.  Time to get writing! If you’re on Twitter, Facebook, or Instagram (or anywhere else), be sure to use the #FlashFictionFeb hashtag. Now, let’s get cracking!

    Day I prompt:

    For today’s prompt, write about a key. It could be a physical key, a metaphorical one, or even something completely abstract—it’s up to you!

    Day Two Prompt Circular

    Day three Prompt limitations

    Day four A Dream that Came true

    Day Five  Write about a character who tries to be “Heartful”

    I have finished five flash fiction pieces so far this month.  On day five.

    Hidden Keys to The Universe

    End of The Beginning, Beginning of The End

    A Man Has to Know His Limitations

    Dream That Came to True Dream Girl

    Character Who Has to Learn How to Be Heartful Sam Adams Crisis of Conscious

    My posted entry for week one:

    “Dream Girl”

    Published in ‘Dreams and the Unexplainable” by the Chicken Soup for the Soul publishers. Also on my blog, the World According to Cosmos.

    Line count 816

    You know you’re in love when you can’t fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.

    The dreams started when I was a senior at Berkeley High School in 1974. About a month before I graduated, I fell asleep in a physics class after lunch and had the first dream:

    A beautiful Asian woman was standing next to me, talking in a strange language. She was stunning—the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. She was in her early twenties, with long black hair, and piercing black eyes. She had the look of royalty. She looked at me and then disappeared, beamed out of my dream-like in Star Trek. I fell out of my chair screaming, “Who are you?” She did not answer.

    About a month went by, and then I started having the dream repeatedly. Always the same pattern. Early morning, she would stand next to me talking. I would ask who she was, and she would disappear. She was the most beautiful, alluring woman I had ever seen. I was struck speechless every time I had the dream.

    I had the dream every month during the eight years during which I went to college and served in the Peace Corps. When I joined the Peace Corps, I had to decide whether to go to Korea or Thailand. The night before I had to submit my decision, I had the dream again and she made me sure that I knew she was in Korea waiting for me.

    All she said was when I asked again as always who are you? Where are you?”

    “I am in Korea”

    After the Peace Corps, I still hadn’t met my dream woman. I got a job working for the U.S. Army as an instructor and stayed in Korea. I kept having the dream until I had the very last one: She was standing next to me, speaking to me in Korean, but I finally understood her. She said, “Don’t worry, we will be together soon.”

    Why was that the last time I had the dream?

    Because the very next night, the girl in my dream got off the bus in front of me. She went on to the base with an acquaintance of mine, a fellow teacher, and they went to see a movie. I saw her and found the courage to speak with her.

    We exchanged phone numbers and agreed to meet that weekend.

    The next night, she was waiting for me as I entered the Army base to teach a class. She told me she was a college senior and she had something to tell me. I signed her on to the base and left her at the library to study while I taught, and then we went out for coffee after class.

    She told me she was madly in love with me, and that I was the man for her. I told her not to worry as I felt the same.

    That weekend, we met Saturday and Sunday and hung out all day. On Sunday night, I proposed to her. It was only three days after we had met, but for me, it felt like we had met eight years ago. I had been waiting all my life for her to walk out of my dreams and into my life, and here she was.

    Her mother did not want her to marry a foreigner. One day, about a month after we met, she invited me to meet her parents. I brought a bottle of Jack Daniels for her father and drank the entire bottle with him. He approved of me, but her mother still had reservations.

    After a Buddhist priest told her my future wife and I were a perfect astrological combination, she agreed, and we planned our wedding.

    The wedding was a media sensation in South Korea. My wife explained it to me years later. At the time, I was overwhelmed just by the fact that we were getting married and I didn’t fully understand how unusual this was.

    My wife was of the old royal clan, distant relatives to the former kings of Korea. In the clan’s history, only two people had ever married foreigners: my
    wife, and Rhee Syngman, who was the first President of South Korea. My father, who was a former Undersecretary of Labor, came out for the wedding, which fueled even more media interest.

    Our marriage defied the stereotypical Korean-foreign marriage where the women
    married some hapless GI just to escape poverty and immigrate to the U.S. We were the first foreign/Korean couple to get married at a Korean Army base. Over 1,000 people came to the wedding, and my father was interviewed on the morning news programs.

    This all happened thirty-nine years ago, and I am still married to the girl in my dreams. Now in my dreams, she watches over me when we are apart.

    Writing Com Flash Fiction contest  – Sign-up now CLOSED!!!

    The activity begins on Monday, January 31st
    and ends on Sunday, April 10th
    10 weeks of fun and adventure!

    What is micro fiction?

    A micro-fiction piece is a story told in 300 or fewer words. For our purposes, we limit the word count to 100. It’s a subset of flash fiction, which limits stories to 1000 words.
    Ernest Hemingway wrote the most famous micro-story. He used only six words: “For sale: baby shoes, never worn.”

    The challenge of writing a micro-story is to make every word count. You must pick meaningful words and build strong sentences.

    The structure of a micro-story:

    Like any other fiction piece, a micro-story has a sequence: a beginning, a middle, and an end. It includes a twist or a conflict: either it’s a change in the character (character arc) or a twist in the plot. The micro-story also has a scenario, which doesn’t need much detail – you don’t have enough length to incorporate descriptions.

    Start with the conflict

    In a micro-story, there is no space for descriptions, backstory, or character-building; you start writing in the middle: straight to the conflict.

    Focus on the character arc

    Flat characters offer nothing to readers. Something must happen to your character: a drastic event, a deep emotion, a discovery. He/she must end the story differently from when it started.

    In the end, the character should feel or do something different than he/she was doing before.

    Write your story as long as you wish

    Like any other first draft, yours will be a micro-story told with many unnecessary words.

    To elaborate your micro-story, write everything that comes up in your mind: describe the emotions, the scenarios, the characters. The goal is to form the story inside of you, to feel it.

    By writing everything down, you’ll be able to choose what’s relevant and what’s not.

    Chose only one POV

    Micro-fiction uses a single point of view [POV]; there’s not enough word-counting to swap POV without losing the coherence of the story.  Choose either the 1st limited or 3rd person limited POV as they perform better in connecting the reader to the characters.

    Cut the fluff

    Now that you wrote the first draft, it’s time to cut!
    The remaining wording in your story will be the ones that matter, that add value and significance to your story.

    Polish each sentence

    The last step in writing a micro-fiction story is to polish the sentences.

    Each word must contain meaning: an emotion, an action, a detail. The sentences should also have a meaning, but also as part of a whole, it actively builds up the story.

    Ensure your first and last sentences are the strongest. They are the entrance and the exit of the story. The first sentence will hook readers to continue reading; the last one will make them chew on your story. And even re-read it, to savor it one more time.

    Create an appealing title

    The title is the presentation, the promise of what’s coming: the title is the first impression of your story. Name your story, revealing the theme, but not giving away any event. Note: The title does not count toward your total word count.

    Enjoy the process and keep practicing.  Writing micro-fiction is a challenge, but — in my modest opinion — one of the best challenges in the writing set.

    Once you try it, you will come for more. With practice, your first drafts will become shorter; they will be the closest version of your final draft.

    Writing micro-fiction it’s an effective way to hone your writing skills: it demands focus and the use of strong verbs and emotional words. Your writing will develop into a sharper and more concise version.

    My entry

    “Sam Adams Swears It Was Self Defense”

    “Well, Sam Adams, you are in a lot of trouble. Better tell us what happened. How did you end up killing Bill Lee?”

    “Well, I should speak to a lawyer and the Embassy first, but what the H.

    Bill Lee and I had a relationship so to speak, we were frenemies. I knew him for a long time since we were children and I knew that he was a real bad dude at heart.
    We had gone to the Cosmos Bar that night to have a drink. When he attacked me, I responded of course., It was self-defense. and that’s how the fight started.

    note:  I like micro fiction.  I have had a number published. They are fun and challenging to write.  Sort of a prose version of a Haiku.

    Poetry Magnum Opus February Haiku Challenge

    February is Haiku Month

    Tinker posted a topic in Playground

    …Reading that February is Haiku Month was the spark that I needed to ease in. So here I am on February 1, 2022, Chinese New Year – The Year of the Tiger. Maybe a haiku a day for 28 days will

    get me going. You are welcome to join me if you feel so inclined. I missed this community. ~~Tin…

    free but requires registration  Tinker’s list of poetry forms is quite comprehensive!

    My haiku for February 1

    What is Groundhog Day?
    Why does seeing his shadow
    Mean early Spring?

    The End

  • Cosmos Love Poems

    Cosmos Love Poems

    Cosmos Love Poems

    A number of my love poems have been published over the years.  Here are some of them.  Enjoy.

    5-7-7 Love Poem

    More Love Poems

    Gongzo Press Update

    Timeless Love NaNoWrMo Entry 2019

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

    medium published love poems

    Index

    Love Drug

    Love Jones Revised

    Love Jones Original Version

    My Wife Is My Passion

    Please Give Me A Kiss New Years Love Poem

    On A Fine Date In September, A Date I Will Always Remember

    Love Etheree Revised

    Drinking Coffee Is My Delight

    My Love Is As Love

    My Love Is Like

    Drinking Coffee Is My Delight Coffee

    Sam Adams Met Her On That Date

    Thankful For My Angel

    It Was The Beginning Of The End

    I Found What I Was Looking For.

    Today Is A Special Day Love

    My Wife And I Like It Raw

    Lucky In Love

    Truly Romantic Honeymoon

    What Makes People A Success

    Why Am I Still Madly In Love With You, My Dear? Pensively

    Seeing Your Love

    Disoriented Fiancé Gently Does The Foxtrot Fridge

    Love My Wife More

    Crazy Love Nonet

    5-7-5 love poem

    Published on Blessed love

    What Is Love Explained to a Space Alien
    Ode to Love On Valentine’s day

    A Million Ways to say I Love You

    Where Do You and I Begin

    Love Drug

    when I first saw you in September
    a date that I will always remember
    I knew then on that date
    I had truly met my fate.

    for I knew I had fallen under your spell
    you had cast a mad love spell on me
    your mojo was working overtime on me
    and I would be forever your love slave.

    for I had to have you had to make you mine
    for you were everything I longed for
    everything I was dreaming of
    you were my everything.

    Chorus

    You were my love bug
    you were my love connection
    you were my love drug
    you were my everything.

    my foolish love bugs.

    when you walked off that bus
    you entered my life
    and soon became my wife
    and everything changed.

    from that moment on
    I was you
    and you were me
    just the way it should be,

    It was 39 years since you walked
    Into my life,
    turning it inside out
    tearing it upside down.

    and for 39 years together
    every single day, every hour, every minute
    every single-second whenever I look at you
    I fell madly in love again and again and again.

    just the way it is
    between you and me
    for you are my love angel
    sent to rescue me.

    Chorus

    You were my love bug
    you were my love connection
    you were my love drug
    you were my everything.

    my foolish love connection,

    when I first saw you there
    your cosmic love vibrations
    sent me flying to the moon
    to Jupiter and beyond.

    flying on the back
    of your love
    returning me once more
    to your waiting embrace.

    your love came me such a thrill
    the thrill has never ended
    like a fine bottle of wine
    it gets better and better.

    I can no longer imagine
    A life without you by my side
    And if you go before I do
    I will surely soon follow you.

    When we met that cosmic date
    I knew that I had met my soul mate
    And soon we would be together
    Until the end of time.

    Chorus

    You were my love bug
    you were my love connection
    you were my love drug
    you were my everything

    my lovely love drugs

    you were my love drug
    I did not need any other

    With your love by my side
    I did not need alcohol
    I did not need acid
    I did not need booze

    I do not need Cialis
    I did not need cocaine
    I did not need heroin
    I did not need magic mushrooms

    I did not need speed
    I did not need Viagra
    for you were all that I ever needed
    you were indeed my love drug

    Chorus

    You were my love bug
    you were my love connection
    you were my love drug
    you were my everything

    my everything

    Request for collaboration

    This is my second attempt at writing a love song. For my musician friends out there, if you like it and would like to collaborate to turn this into a real song instant message me, and let’s talk. To the rest of you, hope you enjoyed it.

    Love Jones Revised

    when I first saw you in September
    a date that I will always remember
    I knew then on that date
    I had truly met my fate.

    for I knew I had fallen under your spell
    you had cast a mad love spell on me
    your mojo was working overtime on me
    and I would be forever your love slave.

    for I had to have you had to make you mine
    for you were everything I longed for
    everything I was dreaming of
    you were my everything.

    Chorus

    I have the love Jones baby
    And I got it bad
    I have the love Jones, baby
    Can’t you see just what you to me?
    Love Jones baby, Love Jones for you.

    when you walked off that bus
    you entered my life
    and soon became my wife
    and everything changed.

    from that moment on
    I was you and you were me
    It was 39 years since you walked
    Into my life tearing it upside down.

    and for 39 years together
    every single day, every hour, every minute
    every single second whenever I look at you
    I fell madly in love again and again and again.

    just the way it is
    between you and me
    for you are my love angel
    sent to rescue me.

    Chorus

    I have the love Jones baby
    And I got it bad
    I have the love Jones, baby
    Can’t you see just what you to me?
    Love Jones baby, Love Jones for you.

    when I first saw you there
    your cosmic love vibrations
    sent me flying to the moon
    to Jupiter and beyond.

    flying on the back
    of your love
    returning me once more
    to your waiting embrace.

    your love came me such a thrill
    the thrill has never ended
    like a fine bottle of wine
    it gets better and better.

    I can no longer imagine
    A life without you by my side
    And if you go before I do
    I will surely soon follow you.

    When we met that cosmic date
    I knew that I had met my soul mate
    And soon we would be together
    Until the end of time.

    Chorus

    I have the love Jones baby
    And I got it bad
    I have the love Jones, baby
    Can’t you see just what you to me?
    Love Jones baby, Love Jones for you.

    you were my love drug
    I did not need any other

    With your love by my side
    I did not need alcohol
    I did not need acid
    I did not need booze

    I do not need Cialis
    I did not need cocaine
    I did not need heroin
    I did not need magic mushrooms

    I did not need speed
    I did not need Viagra
    for you were all that I ever needed
    you were indeed my love drug

    Chorus

    I have the love Jones baby
    And I got it bad
    I have the love Jones, baby
    Can’t you see just what you to me?
    Love Jones baby, Love Jones for you.

    Love Jones Original Version

    I got the Love Jones, baby
    And it won’t leave me alone

    I got the Love Jones, baby
    And it won’t leave me alone

    I’ve been writing these love poems
    All-day long

    And I have been dreaming
    Of all the ways I could make love
    To my secret lover

    If only she will let me be

    If only she will open her heart
    And let me in

    Perhaps the love Jones
    Might leave me along

    But I got the love Jones
    Bad baby

    Can’t you tell?
    That the love Jones
    Has grabbed my Soul

    Twisted it up into little pieces
    And I need you
    To unravel the Love Jones

    I need you to answer the call
    Of the Love Jones Baby

    I need you
    To let me be free

    Of the spell
    Of the Love Jones

    I got the Love Jones
    Baby

    I got it bad
    And only you can
    Put a stop to the love Jones
    Baby

    Let me enter your life
    Put out the fire of desire

    Send the Love Jones packing
    And let me make sweet love to you

    Oh, Love Jones
    Go away

    Let me be in peace

    Love Jones
    Leave me be

    Baby
    I got the love Jones
    For you

    Can’t you see?
    What do you do to me?

    I got the Love Jones
    Baby and it ain’t going away

    Until I get to make love to you

    Then perhaps this Love Jones
    Will leave me be

    I got the love Jones
    For you
    Can’t you see?
    What do you do to me?

    I got the Love Jones
    Baby and it ain’t going away
    Until I get to make love to you
    Then perhaps this Love Jones
    Will leave me be

    My Wife is My Passion

    My passion is life, itself
    I love my wife
    The love of my life

    She fills my heart
    With red-hot passion
    Ever since we met

    She has been
    My inspiration
    My soul mates
    My passion never fades

    Please Give me a Kiss New Years Love Poem

    Please said
    The maiden
    On New Year’s,
    To her new lover
    It is time
    To welcome
    The new years
    Please give me
    A French kiss,
    She said
    Putting down her glass
    Of champagne
    The man
    Glanced at his companion
    Flustered a bit
    Grimaced,
    Called for a taxi
    As the Fireworks,
    Went off
    He twirled his red
    Mustache,
    She sulked off
    With a big caterwaul
    Filled with disappointment

    Caterwaul- make a shrill howling or wailing noise like that of a cat (just noticed that autocorrect created a made-up word)

    On a Fine Date in September, a Date I will Always Remember

    On a fine day in September, a date I shalll always remember
    she came into my life
    A date I shall always remember
    a few months later she became my wife
    when I met her, I ended my wildlife
    for on that fine Autumn date
    I truly met my soul mate.

    Love etheree Revised

    hot
    coffee
    in the morn
    great start today
    filling me with joy
    contemplating the news
    drinking morning cup of Joe
    thinking about my life and love
    waiting for the love of my life to wake up
    when she wakes up, she fills me with such love.
    she talks to me my day begins to fill
    with plans and many things, we must do
    I smile and finish my drink
    Still in awe of her beauty,
    Still just madly in love.
    Ever since we met
    just wondering
    how I met
    her that
    day.

    Drinking Coffee is My Delight Coffee

    coffee
    coffee

     

     

     

     

     

    drinking coffee is my morning delight

    as I drink my coffee I must write
    reflecting upon what has become my life
    enjoying every morning I am with my wife
    no longer filled with so much strife

    I am filled with love for my oldwife
    Truly a dream woman come to life
    enjoying my love during this midlife
    no longer filled with so much strife

    feeling so much that is my birthright
    knowing that with her love everything is alright.
    no longer lost in despair and lowlife

    knowing with her love this is real life
    no longer filled with fear and affright
    no longer filled with so much strife

    My Love is as

    My love is like a bright
    Red rose to bloom in a field
    Filling the air
    with its sweet perfume of love

    My love is like a bright tomato
    Filling my plate
    with delightful flavors

    My love is a hummingbird
    Fluttering here and there
    Spreading love along the way

    My love is like an apple
    Filling the air
    With its sweet fragrance
    And filling me with love

    My love is like a race car
    Waiting for me to go with her
    Exploring the world together

    My wife is like a glass
    Of the most delicious red wine
    As it ages it gets better and better

    My wife is bright red
    Filled with passionate
    And inciting desire

    My wife smells
    Like the greatest perfume
    Ever created
    So mysterious and alluring
    In her fragrance of desire.

    My wife is like the best dessert
    That I have ever had
    So sweet, so delicious
    And all for me.

    My wife and I speak
    Our language
    A mixture of English, Korean
    Spanish mixed
    Filled with love
    And special meanings.

    Decorating my Space with memories of Love

    I have lived
    All over the world
    In many different spaces
    Many different places
    Many different towns
    Many different cities
    Many different apartments

    Many different living arrangements
    And each time I decorate
    My internal space

    My home
    It is different
    My house is always
    A mixture of things
    Knickknacks from around
    The world
    Filled with items
    That is filled with memories
    Of my and mine wife’s past

    As I look at my things
    I am comforted
    Memories of the past

    Fill my mind
    With love, peace
    And contentment.

    Drinking Coffee is My Delight Coffee

    Close up coffee cup with heart latte art on table
    Close up white coffee cup with heart shape latte art on wood table at cafe.

    drinking coffee is my delight
    as I sit and do my morning write
    I sit thinking about my wife

     

     

     

     

     

    wondering yet again is that my fate
    on that day was that the date?

    I think back on my life
    drinking coffee in the morning
    with my lovely wife

    drinking coffee in the morning
    with my lovely wife
    the love of my life

    drinking coffee makes a great midmorning
    as I sit there with her enjoying a good morning.

    the morning after enjoying the nightlife
    drinking coffee in the morning
    with my lovely wife.

    but soon my head is filled with warning
    as if my head had been struck with a knife
    my body and head having a hangover strife.

    nothing more than a just forewarning
    the end of the day filled with mourning
    with my lovely wife.

    Sam Adams Met Her on That Date

    Sam Adams met her on that date
    that day she came into his life.

    when he first saw her that morning
    Truly he thought it was just fate
    he knew she would become his wife.

    Meeting her was a great morning
    he knew that she was his soulmate
    he knew there would be no more strife
    every day would be a good morning

    Thankful for his Angel
    Every day
    He woke up
    And sees his wife
    Sleeping peacefully.

    He looks at her
    In the dawning light
    Filling his soul
    With her love.
    He drinks his coffee

    Contemplating his life
    Ever thankful
    For the angel

    That came to him
    Out of his dreams

    Walking into his life
    Taking charge of him
    39 years ago

    He met his fate
    On that date.

    It was the beginning of the End

    It was the beginning
    Of the end 0f his life
    As a young adult
    Adrift in life’s turmoil.

    He met the love of his life
    In a dream
    Then when she walked
    Out of his dreams
    Into his life

    He felt
    That his life
    Truly had begun.
    And it was the end
    Of his life adrift

    Now he had the purpose
    Now he had hope

    As he walked
    With his life’s partner
    Facing whatever life
    Threw his way

    Going together
    As always
    Becoming one soul
    Eternal soul mates.

    I found what I was looking for.

    Based on Edgar Allen Poe’s Poem Alone
    From the Streets of Berkeley, California
    Cosmos was my middle name
    Has been my pen name now for ten years
    Infatuation with Cosmic things
    Has filled my heart and soul
    Nothing more than searching for love
    But in the end, I found what I was looking for.

    Today is a special day

    Today is a special day
    Like most mornings
    I wake up

    Drink my coffee
    Watch the news
    Think about the day

    Waiting for my wife
    To walk into the room
    Lighting the room

    With her love
    And that is why
    It is always
    Such a special day

    My Wife and I Like It Raw

    My wife
    And I like it raw
    Raw food that is

    Less cooking is better
    For one’s health.

    We start our day
    With raw ingredients
    Blended perfectly together.

    Often for lunch
    Or dinner
    We have a raw food salad.

    And sometimes
    Well, we do other things
    Raw and naked.

    Lucky in Love

     

    Indian casino Fun
    Indian casino Fun

     

     

     

     

    They say
    That once can be lucky
    In cards or love

    But not in both
    I have been
    very lucky

    In love
    Met and married
    The lady of my dreams

    But for cards
    And gambling
    I have not been
    So lucky

    Losing far more
    Than I ever won
    But the luck

    In love
    Continues to this day.

    Truly Romantic Honeymoon

    Unshaven, idiotic,
    Insupportable Introvert
    Her lifelong secret admirer
    Laughing, she said yes
    They both Reconnoiter
    A Truly Romantic
    Honeymoon place

    What Makes People a Success

    They say
    That is what makes a person successful
    Is not how much money they have
    Is not how many things they have
    But rather how many true friends
    They have
    And whether they have found
    Their soul mates.

    In my case,
    I am successful
    Beyond my earlier expectations
    Becoming wealthy in my old age.

    But most importantly
    After 39 years together,
    I am still madly in love
    With my eternal soul mate

    Why am I still madly in love with you, my dear?

    Why do I still look at you with such love in my heart?
    Why did you enter my life 39 years ago?
    Why did you overwhelm me with your love?
    I do not have any answers
    Other than I will love you
    Until the end of time itself.

    Seeing Your Love

    Whenever I touch you, my dear,
    I see red flames of love
    Like a red hot volcano of molten desire
    Erupting from you.

    Whenever I hear your voice
    The sweet scent
    Of hibiscus, lavender, lemon, oranges,
    roses, and wildflowers
    overwhelms me with
    the fragrance of your love.

    Whenever I kiss you, my dear
    I hear the voices of angels
    Singing in my ear
    Hosannas to your love,

    As I am transported
    On the wings of angels
    To heaven itself,
    Powered by your love.

    Love My Wife More

    Every day tell her
    My love for her grows daily
    Love will never die

    Where Do I and You Begin?

    I woke up one day and realized
    I no longer knew
    where you and I began

    and where you and I ended
    we had become almost one

    We talked in half sentences
    Knowing what the other wanted
    and knowing how it would end

    We ate the same foods with some resistance
    because I still crave an old-fashioned American meal
    but still, we were becoming more and more the same

    and I feared losing myself
    In your embrace
    and becoming you
    and you becoming me

    and this fear of losing me
    in the ocean of us
    overwhelms me at times

    but I know I will always
    Return to your arms

    because I cannot live
    A moment without you at my side

    and I know you are the same
    we feel each other’s inner pain
    we feel each other’s outer pain

    and our history has merged
    into one

    and is that not the secret
    of a long marriage?

    Have I figured it all out
    in the end, does it come to this
    a merging of two souls and two bodies?

    I don’t have the answers
    But I don’t have any more doubts
    or regrets with the path I have taken

    I still look forward
    to waking up each morning

    Seeing you there
    and knowing that every day
    we have together
    is a gift that I will cherish

    Until my dying breath

    5-7-5  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?

    Chains that Bind Us

    I realize that my love for you
    Is like a chain of steel
    Unbreakable,
    Tough as nails
    and yet as your love entangles me
    I realize that I embrace my imprisonment
    and don’t want to venture out of my cell
    Made of our years together
    bit by bit we have become entangled
    Where I end and you begin
    Hopelessly entangled
    Even if I wanted to break free
    I could not
    For I am you and you are me
    and my fate is in your hands
    and so I relax
    and decide to just
    Enjoy the ride of my life
    as we move towards the final moments
    together as we have always been
    Inseparable, merged into one being
    Starting at each other
    wondering who is that person
    Of eternal mystery
    That has so captured my soul
    and imprisoned it in her love
    And I smile thinking of your love
    and the endless pleasure it has brought me
    and the endless pain I have endured
    Just to be next to you
    and part of you
    Until the day I die
    and we meet in the next world

    What Is Love Explained to a Space Alien

    one day
    a space ship landed
    near my house
    and a tall alien
    dressed is silver
    accompanied by three shorter aliens
    came to my house
    and told me they were
    conducting a survey
    of the earth
    and had some questions of me
    they had picked me
    because I was considered
    a subject matter expert

    a subject matter expert
    on the topic of love
    which was one
    of the five things
    that they could not understand
    about humanity
    no one else
    among the 1 million intelligent species
    had such a concept
    I asked what were the other things
    that they did not understand
    they said
    hmm Donald Trump

    hmm Donald Trump
    how and why he is President
    and why so many people
    still support him
    second is god
    your race has more gods
    than any other race
    and no one else
    has heard of your god
    or Allah or Jesus for that matter
    and on the face of it
    the whole resurrection thing
    makes no sense

    makes no sense
    third is gun violence
    why in the US
    you have to do a strip search
    to get on the plane or train
    and now a days a temperature heath screening
    yet you can not ban guns
    can not enact universal gun checks
    even though 90 % support it
    and why can terrorists
    still can buy guns?
    fourth climate change
    every other successful culture

    every other successful culture
    went through something similar
    and evolve their politics and culture
    and overcame it
    and finally the issue of love
    you see in the whole universe
    there is no such concept
    of romantic love
    in most cultures there are marriages
    and most people are bisexual
    and group marriages are the norm
    and love is seen as merely sexual attraction
    and most people pick their partners
    from computer generated links

    From computer generated links
    for we have figured it all out
    but you persist in denying
    that love is nothing but
    a chemical DNA thing
    explain to me
    since you are considered
    the most romantic man
    in the world
    what the hell is love?
    I told him that we would discuss
    the other issues later over a beer
    as I was hardly the authority
    but would be happy to share my thoughts

    but would be happy to share my thoughts
    and they agreed to that
    but said again
    tell us what is this thing
    you called love
    I said
    it comes down to this
    Love is mysterious
    love is magic
    there is a certain zen element
    zen element
    to love

    to love
    a certain taoist element as well
    to it as well
    those who can define it
    have never experienced it
    and those who have experienced it
    can never describe it
    one can say a few things
    love happens
    when you least expect it
    love creeps up on you
    Love happens
    when you are washing dishes
    drinking wine

    drinking wine
    dancing at a club
    making love
    for the first time
    or the 10, 000th time
    and every time
    is different
    than the time before
    love happens when you give up
    searching for love
    waiting for love
    wishing for love
    wishing for the one

    then one day
    the one walks out
    of your dreams
    and into your life
    becoming your wife
    my wife one day
    was berating me
    for all my myriad faults
    all my sins against her
    my omissions and commissions
    malfeasance and misfeasance
    things I had done
    and things i had failed to do

    and things I had failed to do
    all of which I acknowledge
    and apologized for
    but finally I had enough
    I said
    well if I am so bad
    so horrible
    so evil a creature
    and a person you hate
    so much
    why the hell did you marry me
    she laughed
    temporarly insanity

    temporarly insanity
    and I am still insane
    twenty five years later
    we both laughed
    and fell in love
    again
    as always
    we fall in love
    with each other
    every day
    every moment
    every second

    every second
    it dawned on me
    I had the answer to the question
    and that my friends
    is the true unknowable madness
    the true zen spirit of love
    well that was interesting
    and I think we begin
    to understand you all
    a bit more
    you are indeed
    the most interesting people
    in the whole universe
    so lets go out and have a beer

    so lets go out and have a beer
    we are dying to try that
    as we hear
    you have the best beer
    in the universe
    and the best coffee too
    and so we went
    and had our beer
    and coffee
    and talked all night long
    discussing everything
    they told me about the universe
    and our place in it
    and their plans for us

    The Story of How We Met

    It all began in Berkeley, California
    In the spring time of 1974

    One fateful afternoon
    I was dozing in my high school
    Physics class.

    I looked up and saw
    A tall, beautiful Asian women
    standing looking at me.

    I screamed out,
    Who are you?

    She disappeared
    like she was beamed away from my dream.

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

    Little did I know
    I would have to wait until 1982

    Starting that month
    I began having the same dream
    Month and month and month.

    Always the same.
    She was saying something
    To me in a strange language.

    Then one day I had the dream
    and knew that she was in Korea.

    So I chose to go Korea
    In the Peace Corps,

    Somehow knowing
    That I would meet her there.

    One day I was in a foul mood.
    I had decided to give up on dating Korean women,
    And on women in general

    After having had several relationships
    That did not go anywhere.

    I was thinking of returning to the States
    For Graduate school.

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

    This time I understood her.
    She said, “Don’t worry.
    We’ll meet soon.”

    That evening
    As I was getting off the bus
    To go to my class
    I saw getting off the bus
    The girl in my dream.

    It was she!
    I was speechless.
    I did not know what to do.

    Over the course of the evening
    I ran into her several times.
    Finally I was introduced to her.

    I muttered some lame excuse
    About wanting to find a Korean tutor,
    and got her number.

    The next day she came to the gate of my base.
    Where I was teaching ESL to Koreans

    She said that she had to speak with me.
    I told to wait in the library for about an hour,
    and I would cancel class
    and meet her then.

    We went out for coffee.
    She told me that she was madly
    in love with me

    And simply had to have me.

    I told her I felt the same way.
    I proposed five days later,
    And got married one month later.

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

    But I know that there are other worlds
    And other times.

    In a past life we must have been together somehow.
    And our love was so strong
    That it crossed over the barrier of past lives.

    She found me in 1974,
    But it took until 1982
    For us to actually meet.

    And it has been 26 years
    Since we met in the physical sphere
    Or 37 years since the dream began

    And I still recall the dream
    And meeting her

    I had no choice
    When I met her

    We were fated to be together
    Until the end of this lifetime
    And the next and the next

    a million ways to say I love you

    They say
    There are a million ways
    To say I love you

    In this day and age
    I could only find
    In my computer’s brain
    The words to say I love you
    In 53 languages of the 10,000 languages
    Spoken on this planet

    Someday I may be able
    To say the simple words
    I love you
    In all know languages
    This will have to suffice for a start

    So I will say it
    Loud, and clear
    Just so you understand:

    I love you (English)

    Mein tumse pyar karta hoon (Hindi)
    Tu Tane prem karoo chu (Gujarati)
    Ame tomake bhalo bashe (Bengali)
    Me tula premkarto (Marati)
    Hum apse mohabbat karte hain (Urdu)
    Mein thoda prem karanga (Punjabi)
    Man Dooset Daram (Persian)
    Ana Ahabik Yanooni (Arabic)
    Havala (Hebrew)

    Yongchon(Chinese)
    Aloha (Hawaian)
    Cinta(Indonesian)
    Dangshinun sarang hayo (Korean)
    Ajo (Japanese)
    Kasih (Malay)
    Phom tirak khun krap (Thai)
    Akoay Paginghe ikou (Tagalog)
    Toi yeu ong(Vietnamese)

    Renmen (Creole)
    Jesuis L’amour voies(French)
    Liefdle (Flemish)
    Estoy amor tu (Spanish)
    Yosono amore tu (Italian)
    Estou o amore tu (Portugese)

    Dashuri (Albanian)
    Maiteizam (Basque)
    OBHYAM (Bulgarian)
    Ljubav (Croatian)
    Laska (Czech)
    Jeger en kaerlighed du (Danish)
    Ikben houden van jig (Dutch)
    Gra (Gaelic)
    Ich bin lieben tu (German)
    Agape/eros (Greek)
    Ami (Esperanto)
    Armastama (Estonian)
    Rakam (Finish)
    Envagyok szeretet te (Hungarian)
    Elska (Icelandic)
    Ejekirin (Kurdish)
    Milestiba (Latvian)
    Meile (Lithuanian)
    Eu dragoste tu (Romanian)
    JHOBOEL Lubush (Russian)
    Elske (Norweigan)
    Easka (Slovak)
    JBYBAB (Serbian)
    Jagdan karlek du (Swedish)
    KOYATH (Ukraine)
    Benin sevi sen (Turkish)
    Ahava (Yiddish)

    Ngingu u thando ungu (Zulu)

    ode to love on valetine’s day

    Ever since I met you, my dear
    My life has not been the same

    Before I found you
    I was lost, sad and lonely
    Going nowhere as fast as possible

    I was stuck
    Did not know what direction to pursue
    At the intersection, watching life go by

    I was lost, lonely and full of despair
    Then one day I saw you

    The girl of my dream
    Standing there on the side of the road

    I was filled with terror
    Could not speak

    What if you refused to see me
    What if you denied my protestations of love

    What if you walked away
    Never to be seen again

    I knew I had to do something
    I had to do it then and there

    And then you came up to me…
    Your voice

    The voice of an Angel
    Sweat, full of light

    Fun and entire sunshine

    Ever since the day I met you
    Whenever I feel down and depressed
    I look at your picture

    And sunshine fills my heart
    And I am confident, happy and ready

    To face all of life’s travails
    As long as I have your love
    And your support

    I can overcome all obstacles
    And face all dangers

    Together we can do most anything

    Without you I will be lost
    In the swamp of despair

    So my dear
    Please stay with me
    Forever to the end of time

    Let us journey forward
    Never looking back
    My love, my life

    The sun in the sky
    The moon that lights my dreams at night
    The stars that beacon far away

    Thanks to the Gods above
    For bringing you into my life

    And I promise I will love you
    Forever and a day

    Just to see your face
    Is heaven itself

    Just to hear your voice
    Is all I ever need

    My love, my soul mate
    Hurry back to me

    We have so much loving to do
    So much living to do
    So much to do together

    Walking confidently
    Boldly into the future

    Without you
    All is nothing
    But dust

    With you
    Everything is possible

    My love
    Until I see you again
    A thousand kisses

    And a million thoughts of love
    That will have to suffice
    Until we are reunited

    My love, my darling,
    My life and dreams

    Hurry back to rescue me
    From the despair and darkness
    All around me

    Until then
    I salute you

    Oh Queen of my Heart
    General of Love
    Captain of my Soul

    I Still Want You

    I still Want You<
    More than anything else in life
    I want you
    I want you next to me

    I want you every moment
    Of every minute
    Of every day

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

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

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

    For you are my soul mate
    The only person

    Whoever completed me
    And made life worth living,

  • literary Yard Updates

    literary Yard Updates

    Literary Yard has published Winter Haiflu and other poems.

    Index

    Good bye 2021 Good Riddance
    Winter Haiflu
    Seek the Light
    The Darkness Spreads
    Seeing Demons
    Messenger Dog of God
    its a dog’s life for Me
    Agnostic Dog wonders if there is dog
    I want A dog’s Life
    21 Dawns 21 Haiku
    Dear Republicans, What Is Wrong with You?
    The Revolution Next Time
    Zombie Ideas Do Not Die
    There Is A Great Sense of Unrest
    cosmic calendar
    Falling Rain

    Good-Bye 2021 Good Riddance

    Reflecting on the last six years
    One cannot but sense
    That momentous thing
    Were happening everywhere

    2021 was worst than 2020
    And the year before as well
    Nonstop terrifying events

    The world seems
    To be spending out
    Of control

    January

    January normally dawns
    Cold but hopeful
    This year an attempted coup
    Storming of the U.S. Capitol

    The new president
    Not accepted by the old
    Half the country
    Believes the big lie

    February

    February continued
    The non-stop political wars
    As COVID continued
    Marching across the land

    March

    March is not much better
    March madness
    Continued unabated

    April

    April taxes due
    Other nightmares continued
    COVID vaccination wars
    Continued in the U.S.
    COVID relief passed

    May

    May brings little relief
    Constant political battles
    Descends into madness

    June

    June brings no relief
    People screaming none stop
    As COVID deaths continue

    July Economy Begins Recovery

    July continues -COVID still spreading
    The economy seems better
    But so many people
    Have checked out

    August

    No longer
    A month off
    The battles continue

    September

    Many people
    Dread returning to school
    The economy slowly opens up
    Vaccination mandates
    Vaccinations stalling out

    October

    It seemed for a bit
    That perhaps COVID
    Was easing up

    There was some hope
    In the air
    Perhaps the politicians
    Would finally do the right thing

    Way overdue
    inadequate infrastructure bill passed
    Build Back Better stalled

    November

    The dreaded COVID
    Mutates again
    Mocking humanity

    General Corona still
    On the rampage

    30 still refuse to get
    A vaccination

    As one thousand people
    A day become Corona Ghosts

    December

    Travel restrictions re-emerge
    COVID continues to surge
    Gun violence continues unchecked
    Politicians continue to play game
    As too many people die

    Becoming Corona ghosts
    Gun violence ghosts
    Drug overdoes ghosts
    Accident death ghosts

    The year of dread finally ends
    With so many ghosts
    Crying in the wind

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    Ten Winter Haiflu

     

     

     

     

    Winter is coming
    The cold season approaching
    Christmas around the corner

    The COVID virus
    Surging everywhere it seems
    Winter of our discontent

    The winter rushes
    2022 looms
    Goodbye 2021

    2021
    Fading into memory
    Good riddance we all proclaim

    Dreading the winter
    Dreading more COVID
    Dreading more Corona Ghosts

    Winter depression
    COVID fears re-emerging
    Still more travel restrictions

    The winter starting
    Coronavirus and guns
    Deaths, ghosts crying in the wind

    Wintertime for blues
    Blues playing on my YouTube
    Seeing Corona Ghosts Dancing

    Wintertime sadness
    Recalling all who have gone
    In this dismal year now past

    Winter beginning
    Are the end times coming?
    Are revelations coming true?

    ###

    Seek the Light

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    also published in Creativity Webzine.

    Seek the light
    My friend,
    Seek the light

    The light of the universe
    The light of peace and happiness.
    The cosmic good of the universe.

    The ancient battle
    Between Good and evil
    Light and darkness
    Life and death
    Love and hate.
    War and peace.

    Seek the light of love
    Seeking love
    It is all around you
    It is all in you.

    Open your soul
    And let the light
    Of the universe
    Flood into your soul.

    Seek the cosmic light
    My son, if you think it is right
    If you think the light
    Is the same,
    As the light of the Christian faith.
    You would be right.

    If you think it is Light
    Of the Buddhist faith
    You would be right.

    If you think it is Allah’s light
    You would be right.

    If you think.
    It is Shiva’s light
    You would be right.

    If you think
    It is God’s light
    You would be right.

    It’s the same light
    Of the universe
    Which shines on us all.

    Regardless of our faith
    Or lack of faith,
    We can all receive the light.

    The light of the universe
    It’s flawless
    We all seek the light
    And it is right
    To seek the light.

    The light of the universe
    Is waiting for you
    It is all for you.

    And if you find
    The light of the universe
    You will find love
    Peace and happiness
    It is your birthright,

    You will find that
    After you die
    The Light will fill you
    And take you
    To the next world.

    Seek the light
    It is waiting for you.

    Wake up and
    Embrace your fate
    Seek the light on this date.

    ###

    The Darkness Spreads

    The darkness is spreading
    The darkness of the universe
    The dark side
    Of the legendary force.

    For the world
    Is divided into force
    Of the light
    And the force of darkness.

    You cannot have light
    Without the darkness,
    And you cannot have darkness
    Without the light.

    There is a cosmic battle
    Between the light
    And the darkness.

    Good and evil
    Life and death
    Love and hate.
    War and peace.

    Ying and Yang
    God and Devil
    Make up the whole Tao
    Of the Universe.

    And the darkness
    Seems to be spreading
    All over this darkening world

    Every day we turn on the news
    We see more examples
    Of the darkness
    Spreading across the world
    Like dark cancer.
    A pandemic of despair, fear, and hate.
    All humans seem consumed
    With fear, hatred, violent thoughts,
    And the disease of the mind.

    We all seem to be
    Sliding down a dark hole
    Into the darkness
    Of our souls.

    The ancient battle
    Between Good and evil
    Light and darkness

    Life and death.
    Love and hate.
    War and peace.

    And it seems
    That we have lost all hope
    We have lost this light
    Of the universe

    We have lost the light
    Of love
    It seems that the darkness
    And the fear of the darkness
    That is all that we have left.

    Hatred, fear, and mistrust
    All overwhelm us
    And we look out at other people
    Thinking that it is now a time
    To do or die.

    Kill off our enemies
    The other evil tribe,
    Before they can do
    the same to us.

    And only a few of us
    Still see the light
    That is still there.

    It has not gone away
    And perhaps
    With the turn of the wheel
    Of time
    The darkness will gradually end.

    And the lightness
    Will once again
    Flood the world.

    And we all wake up
    Peace and happiness
    Will defeat the darkness
    Yet again
    .
    It is the way
    Of the universe
    Ever since the dawn
    Of this cosmic game.

    The darkness
    And light
    Battling each other.

    The darkness takes over
    Becomes the nightmare
    Of our Collective Soul.

    But it is not too late my son,
    There is still time
    To find the light
    And combat the darkness.

    So, my friends
    It is waiting for you
    Seek the light.

    Avoid the darkness
    Walk away from fear
    Walk away from death

    Walk away from despair
    Walk away from hate

    But you have
    A much better world
    Waiting for you
    If you embrace the light
    Of the universe.

    Seek the light
    It will banish the darkness
    And set your soul free.

    ###

    Seeing Demons

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    from a recent nightmare.

    Sam Adams
    Fell into a deeply troubled sleep
    One night.

    He saw in his nightmares
    The growing power of the darkness
    Of the universe.

    The ancient battle
    Between good and evil
    Light and darkness.

    Life and death
    Love and hate.
    War and peace.

    Yin and Yang
    The duality of the Tao.

    Playing out
    In front of him
    As if in a movie
    But nightmarishly real.

    Sensing the fear and hatred
    Spreading everywhere

    He saw an army
    Of foul creatures
    Straight from the nightmares
    Of Hell.

    Banshees, bears, bigfoot. Cthulu, centaurs, drones, dwarfs, demons, devils, flying drones, flying monkeys, giants, ghosts, gorillas, goblins, orcs, imperial stormtroopers from Star Wars, Klingons, java the hut, leprechauns, lions, max headroom. men in black suits with no faces, Mr. Smith corporate suits, munchkins, monsters, robots, Romulans, Roman gladiators, space aliens, the four horsemen of the apocalypse riding out front, tigers, warlocks, the white witch from Narnia, the wicked witches from Oz, witches, werewolves, wolves, vultures, Yeti and zombies.

    He saw millions of people,
    Being taken
    over by the demons.

    Eating them
    Rampaging, rioting, raping
    Pillaging them

    Taking control
    Of their bodies
    Consuming their souls.

    Turning into hideous monsters.
    Who continue the carnage
    Rampaging mobs
    Of deranged crazed demons.

    In front of them all
    He saw a demon
    Staring at him
    With a thousand-year stare
    Filled with hate.

    A tall dark pig-like beast
    Standing erect
    With reddish horns.

    And two heads
    The head of President Trump
    And the head of President Putin
    And blazing red eyes.

    The head demon hissed,

    Sam Adams
    We are coming for you.

    “You are mine
    Resistance is futile,
    Prepare to meet your fate
    On this cosmic date.”

    He screamed
    As the demon ran up to him
    Fearing the demon
    Would soon consume his soul.

    He prayed with all his might
    And then he saw
    The light of the universe.

    The demons ran screaming
    Running from the light
    Fleeing into the darkness
    Back to the hell hole
    From when they had come.

    He woke up
    Next to his wife
    Glad he had embraced
    Life, love, and light
    Of the universe.

    Filled with love
    And happiness
    He got up.

    With the demons
    Of the dark lord
    Fading into his nightmares
    Banished by the light
    Of his one true love.

     

    Dawns 21 Haiku

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

    2021Dawns
    The New president offers.
    Hope new beginning.

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

    2021Dawns
    The hope springs enterally
    We will overcome.

    2021Dawns
    35,000 lies.
    Fading like ghosts

    2021Dawns
    Politicians still lying.
    Thousands still dying.

    2021Dawns
    Coronavirus spreading
    More corona ghosts.

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

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

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

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

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

    2021Dawns
    Will optimism and love?
    Overcome the hate.

    2021Dawns
    Many questions remaining.
    I have no answers.

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

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

    2021Dawns
    2020 hangover
    Like a dark nightmare

    2021Dawns
    Politicians still refusing.
    To do anything

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

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

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

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

    ###

    Dear Republicans, What is Wrong with You?

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

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

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

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

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

    What the hell is
    wrong with you
    Just do your job

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

    ###

    The Revolution Next Time

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

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

    Inciting riots and rebellion
    Demanding action
    Against their enemies

    While on the left
    Revolution is
    brewing as well.

    Soon will they unite
    To march down
    Tearing down democracy

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

    And the US becomes
    Another failed state

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

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

    ###

    Zombie Ideas Do Not Die

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    Making it impossible to govern
    As things fall apart

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

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

    ###

    There is a Great Sense of Unrest.

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

    Previous publication (2020)

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

    dog’s life

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    It’s a Dog’s Life for Me

     

     

     

     

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

    A dog’s only worry
    Is its next meal

    All it has to do
    Is wag its tail

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

    A dog has no worries
    No cares at all

    And when a Dog
    Wants some loving

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

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

    Just simple
    Sex in the doggie way
    Nothing simpler
    Than that

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

    ###

    The Dogs of War are Howling

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    dogs of war howling
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    The Dogs of War
    Have been set free
    Of their cage
    And are out
    Howling at the moon

     

     

    The Dogs of War
    Have been set free
    To wreck what havoc
    Might be

    Yes, the Dogs of War
    The Hell Hounds
    Have bound out of their cages
    Sniffed about
    And smiled

    At the destruction, they saw
    They knew soon
    They would be in their element
    As the world descends into chaos

    The world saw
    The face of pure evil
    That fine September morning

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

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

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

    The Dogs of war
    Are at foot

    The chaos is upon us
    The evil grows and grows
    And dark noises are heard
    Here and there

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

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

    Somewhere in the world
    That morning
    A door opened

    And a man walked through
    Flipped a switch

    And let loose
    The chaos that ensured

    The world watched with horror
    And fascination

    As in real-time
    A dynamite action movie unfolded

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

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

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

    As America
    The Sleeping Giant
    Again woke up

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

    The war machine
    Came to life
    The plans came out of the books
    The military might be unleashed

    And the Dogs of war
    Smiled and howled at the moon

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

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

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

    ###

    The Cosmic Dog from Goa

     

     

     

     

     

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

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

    Living like Kings and Queen
    Just for a few days
    High up on a hill
    Overlooking the beach

    Every morning I went down to the beach
    And did yoga by the water
    While contemplating life

    And every morning
    I saw the same dog

    Not just a dog
    But a cosmic dog
    Filled with the divine spark of God

    And the dog recognized me
    And spoke to me and I knew
    That God was present once more
    In the face of that cosmic dog

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

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

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

    God had sent him to me
    To make sure

    that I was on the right path

    That the reconciliation that God had promoted
    Was on a track that I was back with my wife
    And that everything was the way it should be

    Again, I asked God whether he was Jesus or Allah
    Or Brahmin or Ganesh or Buddha

    God the cosmic dog just stared at me
    I finally asked him directly

    Say if you are God the God of Jesus
    Bark once

    The Dog looked at me and barked

    I said

    well, if you are Allah bark twice
    The dog barked twice
    Well are you buddha

    then bark three times if yes
    The god dog barked three times

    Hmm well are you Satan
    The dog growled at me
    And I knew I had gone too far

    Finally, I was at peace
    And for the next three days

    The God Dog from Goa

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

    ###

    Agnostic Dyslectic Wonders if There is a Dog

     

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    cute dog

     

     

     

     

    an agnostic dyslectic
    stays up all night
    wondering if there is a dog

    the Buddhists wonder
    about the Buddha-nature of the dog

    the evangelicals

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

    or go to hell
    for following another’s dog

    the Muslims agree
    there is only one dog

    and the dogs
    smile at the foolishness

    of the human race
    of course, there is a dog

    and they are the master race
    as they growl at their owners

    who bow down
    and clean up their mess?

    ###

    I Want a Dog’s Life

     

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

    ###

    The Messenger Dog of God

     

     

     

     

    One day
    While studying in Rome
    As a priest
    I notice a small white dog
    Staring at me

    He glances at me
    Indicating that I am to follow him
    I get up
    And follow this strange dog

    He leads me deep
    Inside the hidden depths
    Of the Vatican
    Finally stopping by a door

    I open the door
    And see St Peter there
    He smiles
    Dismisses the dog

    Who moves on down the hall
    Finished with his cosmic duty
    As the secret messenger of God
    All in a day’s work?

    I ask why I am here?
    St Peter says
    Why are any of us here?
    It is time for you to go

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

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

    It was not yet time
    To go
    But I am afraid
    I will find the messenger dog

    Outside my door
    Any day now
    The grim reaper waits
    And it will soon be my time

    Poem: Cosmos’s Cosmic Calendar

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    cosmic calendar

    January

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

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

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

    February

    February is a strange month
    Cold, short, and eventful

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

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

    March

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

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

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

    April

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

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

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

    May

    May is in many ways
    My second favorite month of all

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

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

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

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

    And most importantly
    My wife was born

    June

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

    Hurricanes and Tornados attacking
    And wars starting and people dying

    As fireflies buzz about
    And rabbits eat my garden

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

    Recalling that Watergate
    Occurred in June

    July

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

    And politicians run away
    After the July fourth fireworks

    Man landed on the moon
    Richard Nixon Left the White House

    And we all know that half the year
    Has flown by

    August

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

    World War 1 started
    World War 11 ended

    Hiroshima ushered in the nuclear age

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

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

    September

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

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

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

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

    The fall of the stock market
    The housing bubble bursting

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

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

    October

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

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

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

    And on October 30, 1955

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

    November

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

    Political fever hits the land
    Every two years

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

    And the world turns
    And the new leaders emerge

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

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

    Yes, November is a strange month

    December

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

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

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

    And holiday parties abound
    Full of false cheer
    And faked love

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

    Then New Years
    Watching the world end
    Drinking up a storm

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

    Falling rain

    falling rain
    falling rain

     

     

     

     

     

    The falling rain
    Of late October
    Fills me with essential dread

    As I rush about
    And end up here
    Wherever here is

    The rain outside
    Seems like the tears of god

    As I sit
    Crying over my beer

    Thinking of lost love
    And failed dreams

    Wondering
    What went wrong?
    And what I can set right

    And the rain falls
    And the night darkens

    The rain is falling
    All over this man’s world

    And the rain falls
    And I sit

    Drinking my lonesome drink
    Lost in dreams

    Dreaming of what
    Could never be

    Thinking dark thoughts
    And so I sit
    And dream the night away

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    Hi there from Scars Publications (this letter is being sent from a bulk email address and all replies should NOT go to the Gmail address but to any scars. tv email address) – we wanted to let you know that Scars Publications released a 2021 annual collection book of select poetry, flash fiction, prose, & art from 2021 issues of cc&d magazine and Down in the Dirt magazine. Since your material was chosen from the past year of accepted materials for inclusion in this annual collection book anthology, we wanted to let you know about this brand new annual collection book, titled “Regarding Utopia”!

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    Welcome to the 2021 collection book
    Regarding Utopia”…

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    My poem 5-7-7 Love Poem

     

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    for publication in the
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    Down in the Dirt, v181
    (the March 2021 Issue)

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    5-7-7  love poem

    John (“Jake”) Cosmos Aller

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

    the End

  • More Journal of Expressive Writing Publication

    More Journal of Expressive Writing Publication

    21 Dawns, 21 Haiku

    Journal of Expressive Writing Updates

    poetry open mike reading

    journal of expressive writing

    Journal of Expressive Writing, one of my favorite journals has just published,  2021 Dawns, 21 Haiku.

     Dawns 21 Haiku

    PROMPT — I will not rest until …

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

    2021 Dawns
    The New president offers.
    Hope new beginning.

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

    2021 Dawns
    The hope springs eternally.
    We will overcome.

    2021 Dawns
    35,000 lies.
    Fading like ghosts.

    2021 Dawns
    Politicians still lying.
    Thousands still dying.

    2021 Dawns
    Corona virus spreading.
    More corona ghosts.

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

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

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

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

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

    2021 Dawns
    Will optimism and love?
    Overcome the hate.

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

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

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

    2021 Dawns
    2020 hangover.
    like a dark nightmare.

    2021 Dawns
    Politicians still refusing.
    To do anything.

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

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

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

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

    they will also publish Cancel Culture in December.

    Cancel Culture Run Amuck

    I am so sick

    And tired

    Of the so-called “Cancel culture”
    Nonsense
    That has spread out

    Along with the rightwing media verse
    Infecting the public
    With their hatred and disdain

    I don’t know what it all means
    Something about political speech
    social conservatives

    Being canceled
    By left-wing woke mobs
    In the mainstream media

    “Libtard “Coastal elites
    And tech giants

    Seems that they don’t like
    Being held to account
    For minimal standards
    Of decent behavior

    For example, not spreading lies
    About COVID vaccinations
    I mean you Senator Johnson
    Banned by YouTube for a week

    Or inciting a riot
    I mean you
    Former guy
    And his minions

    Used to be
    That we were all
    Held to account

    For decent behavior
    By a sense of public shame

    So, we did no go there
    We knew where the lines were
    And respected them

    But in the era
    Of the former guy
    All civilized restrains
    Have gone out the window

    I say to my republican friends
    If you don’t want to be canceled
    Don’t say or do disgusting things
    Don’t spread hate and misinformation

    Then we would not have to
    Cancel your nonsense

    Until then I need to shut
    Off the damn media noise box

    They previously published a number of my pieces, and I participated in their first open mike reading “ Just Enough for Coffee”.

    The End

  • Pure Haiku Published Haiku

    Pure Haiku Published Haiku

    Pure Haiku has published five of my Haiku

    cosmic Haiku and other short poems

    Cosmos’s Cheritas and Haiku

    corona virus revised

    Five Haiku About Evergreens

    No One Can Escape

    No one can escape
    The fate that is coming soon
    Death waiting for us

    Walking in the Green Woods

    Walking in the green woods
    Seeing the trees blooming in spring
    Overcoming death

    The Evergreen Trees

    The evergreen trees
    Spirits of old ancient lands
    Narnia calling

    In the Springtime Woods

    In the springtime woods
    The evergreen trees so green
    In the snowy woods

    Death is Waiting There

    Death is waiting there
    Corona virus
    In the deep forest

    Dear Jake

    Just a quick email to let you know that your haiku will be appearing at
    https://purehaiku.wordpress.com/2021/06/06/6-6-4/(opens in a new tab)

    6 June 2021

    Thank you again for submitting your work to Pure Haiku.

    The above blog post will automatically be shared to my Twitter account at @purehaikufp and shared later to my other two accounts at @FreyasClippings and @FreyaPickard to get as much coverage as possible.

    Please note that I approve all comments on Pure Haiku. Depending on when I can get online will depend on when comments appear.

    Please feel free to re-blog and share the post in any way you can.

    Much love

    Freya

    xxx

    PS Pure Haiku will open to submissions in October 2021 when a new theme will be posted at https://purehaiku.wordpress.com/submit/

    And here are some of my other haiku

    Angela Haiku

    Every day I wake up
    On the love of my long life
    And say thanks to God

    Three love Haiku for Heron Submission

    In the morning light
    I see the love of my life
    Nightmares Disappear

    coffee
    coffee

    Drinking hot coffee
    With the morning dawning light
    Fills my heart

     

     

    I  Dreamt About Her

    I dreamt about her
    For eight years, she came to me
    Then she came to be

    The Best Thing in My Life

    Angela
    The best thing in my life
    Dreaming of her

    Going to Korea

    Going to Korea
    Hoping to meet her
    In my travels

    Japan Beckons Me

    Japan beckons me
    Korea welcomed me
    Long last dreams of Asia

    Many Thoughts Filled My Head

    Many thoughts filled
    My head, nothing more than a quest
    Possibly driven mad

    Quite a lot to think about

    Quite a lot to think about
    Rather, spend my time
    Sought the love of my life

    There She Was

    There she was
    Verily, the love of my life
    Unlike any other woman

    Waiting for Me

    Waiting for me
    Zoom, she came into my life
    Every day I wake up

    Every day I wake up

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

    Met My Fate

    I met my late fate
    Seeing her face in a bar
    And my fate ended

    Published Hello Magazine Bonsai Haiku

    A message for you.

    A message for you
    From the universe itself
    in the eastern sea

    Thinking of You, Thinking of Me

    Thinking of You
    Thinking of you, dear
    Wondering if you do too

    Love Triclinium

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

    Horror Haiku

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

    Zombie Apocalypse

    Zombies Apocalypse
    The zombies unleashed
    Killing everyone they see

    Evil Fog Descends

    Evil fog descends
    Killing everyone at once
    End of life on earth

    Zombies to the right

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

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

    I Believe in Ghosts

    While touring Scotland
    Meeting Ghosts in the wild moors
    I believe in ghosts

    Two Corona Haifu

    Coronavirus
    Coronavirus

    During the last year
    Weekly zoom calls
    kept me sane

     

     

    Corona Virus
    the General Corona
    smiles as people die

    The End

  • favorite places in Yeongjongdo

    favorite places in Yeongjongdo

    My Favorite Places in Yeongjongdo Island, South Korea

    April 2019 Poems

    Yeongjongdo Redevelopment Proposals

    favorite places in Youngchando Island Korea

    Yeongjongdo  island Korea where the Incheon International Airport is located has lots of things to do besides of course the airport. I have retired here from service in the U.S. State Department.  I live in the Airport town next to the Unseo station.  Here are a few of my favorite places to go.  The airport was build on reclaimed land between three small islands near Incheon Port.  When the island was build as part of the agreement to build the airport, the government promised to maintain at least half the island as a rural area, and preserve the mountains on the islands.  They have generally kept to that promise, although the island is being over-developed in my opinion, there are still a lot of mountains and rural areas on the island, all within an half an hour drive from the airport.  The airport can arrange excursions to some of these mountains for those travelers who have a long overlay at the airport.  These are some of my favorite rambles on the island.

    Baegunsan Mountain 배운 산

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    One of my favorite places is Baegunsan Mountain. (762 ft / 232 m height). 배운 산  This mountain dominates the island and there are trails to the top from many parts of the island.  It is about 10 kilometers from the airport.  Coming from Seoul or Incheon you can take the Airport railroad and get off at Unseo Station,   운서역   unseoyeog,  three stops from the airport on the way to Seoul.  From the station exit the station via exit A and turn right, then turn right again and you will find the trailhead down the street on the left side right after the first intersection. The trailhead is marked only in Korean though. There are multiple paths to the top.  It should take about an hour to reach the top. The views are spectacular.  A round trip to the top from the station should take about three to four hours depending upon you speed and fitness levels.  The trail is at times steep but there are stairs and ropes along the way.  The trail markers are mostly in Korea but it is hard to get lost.  Just keep going left and then head up when you see the emergency shelter at the foot of the steeper trail.

     

    Youngunsa and Yaksuam Temples

     

    From the top of Bekuensan, you can walk down to Youngunsa Temple and Yaksuam Temples.  These temples are over 1,000 years old and are very tranquil places to visit.  At the top of the mountain there is a small pavilion just past an emergency helicopter landing zone.  Just past that you will find a steep trail going downhill.  Take that trail down and kept to the left and you will find the temple in an about an half an hour of moderate hiking downhill.

    temple 1

    Youngunsa Temple 
    영운 yeong-un sa

     

    199-1, Anambra, Jung-gu, Incheon 22359, South Korea

    One can arrange a free tour at the airport transit tour desk.  Worth doing if you are the airport and have a couple of hours to kill.  It is a 20-minute bus ride from the airport.  You pay just for the transportation, entrance to the temple is free.  There is an old gingko tree in front of the temple, which is also about a thousand year old. There is a sign in front giving the history of the temple which was an important temple in the Chosun era given that it is relatively close to Seoul.

    약수암Yagsuam This is another ancient temple near Youngunsa temple. You can easily see both temples in one trip.  To get back to the airport you can go back up the mountain or continue down the mountain and hail any taxi or bus, heading back to the station, or airport.  The buses don’t take cash, so pick up a T money card at the airport and put enough cash on it for your round trip fare, make sure you tap the card when entering and exiting the bus.  The taxis will also take T money or credit cards.

    Baekryungsan Mountain 백제 산

    Another nice hike in  Yeounjongdo is Baekryungsan mountain.  From Unseo station on the airport railroad line, go out exit A and turn right and at the end of the street, right across the street, you will see a road leading up the hill. Follow the road and you will run into the trailhead.  The signs are all in Korea. It is a short walk to the top where there are fine views and a nice gazebo.  From there you can walk down to the entrance of the World Peace Forrest. Half way up the trail there is a trail cut off to the left which takes you down to a spring (water is not drinkable) and a nice housing estate, turn left and it is a ten minute walk back to the station.  Should take no more than an hour to reach the summit and the Peace Forrest.  The trail is a bit steep heading down from the top but there are plenty of ropes and stairs. Near the bottom of the mountain there is a great view of the Incheon outer harbor looking out towards Jangbo and Shindo islands.  In the distance you can see on a clear day, North Korea.

     

    World Peace Forest

    세계 평화의 숲segye pyeonghwaui sup

     

    The world peace forest is a five-mile walk through lovely forests surrounding the new airport town.  You can walk to it from the airport railroad Unseo station, third stop from the airport.  Exit the station via exit A and turn left. Go past the Lotte market and across the street you will see the entrance.  Follow the trail to the other end (about a four mile gentle walk) where you will run into the entrance to Baekryangsan. Along the path you well enter a cherry tree grove, and numerous other flowering trees.  Just before you reach the mountain trail head you will run into a boardwalk over a lotus flower bed.  Very pretty in the summer months when the lotus flowers are in full bloom.   If you are lucky you may run into some of the deer that live in the peace forest and mountains.  There are also foxes in the park and mountains, wild boar, bobcats, and of course feral cats everywhere.  I have seen the deer and foxes but yet to encounter the wild boars. Both the forest and Baekyrangsan mountain have spectacular wildflowers in the summer and the fall and spring colors are magnificent. The trail is mostly marked in Korean.  Halfway up the trail, there is a path that goes back to town and the station. That sign is marked in Korean and English.  Next to the trailhead leading to town  is a pavilion and exercise equipment.  Total round trip to do the park and mountain is about three hours depending upon fitness levels, the tail itself is flat except for the mountain segment.

    The beaches

    There are three beaches on Yeongjondo .  Eurwangi, Maisan and Wangsan beaches. You can get to the beaches from the airport via the Maglev train getting off at Youngju station – the ARA train runs there on the weekends and holidays. These are the closest beaches to both Seoul and Incheon and are quite crowded during the summer season and weekends all year long.  There are lots of good seafood restaurants near the beaches and plenty of places to stay.

    Eurwangni Beach (을왕리해수욕장)

    15, Eurwang-ro 13beon-gil, Jung-gu, Incheon
    인천광역시 중구 을왕로13번길 15 (을왕동)

    From the airport, take bus 302 or 306 Gate 2A (1F) and get off at Eurwangi Beach, the bus goes to the rest of the beaches as well. There are also buses from Unseo station as well.

    Seonnyeo (Fairy) Rock Beach (선녀바위)

    Region : Jung-gu Incheon///////////////////////

    Theme : Rare Animals/ Plants/Spectacular Cliffs & Rock Formations

    The name “Fairy Rock Beach” comes from the fact that fresh water is gathered at the seashore beneath…

    Wangsan Beach (왕산해수욕장)

    Region : Jung-gu Incheon

    Theme : Seasides/ Beaches/ Islands

    Though Wangsang Beach is just 5 minutes away from Eurwang-ri, the beach has quite a different ambiance than the other more crowded beaches…

     

    Masian Beach

    118, Masiran-ro, Jung-gu, Incheon 22385 South Korea

    2.9 miles from Eurwangni Beach

    Muuido Island

    Muui-dong, Jung-gu, Incheon South Korea

    4.3 miles from Eurwangni Beach

    Silmido Island

    Muui-dong, Jung-gu, Incheon South Korea

    3.3 miles from Eurwangni Beach

    Muido, So Muido (West Muido) and Silmido are islands near to Yongchongdo.  You can get to the islands by taking a bus from the airport, or from the Yongju maglev stop.  The Airport railroad goes to Youngju on weekends and holidays.

    There are hotels and Korean style resorts near bridge  and at the beach, there are huts for rent. There are restaurants near the  bridge terminal and at the beach but the selection is limited to Korean seafood.

    When you enter the island there is a trailhead that takes you to the top of island –  Horyonggoksan Mountain (호룡곡산) and Guksabong Peak  trails circle the island.  Round trip is about 4 hours on a loop trail that takes you back to the trail head near the bridge terminal next to the old ferry terminal.  the trial head is not marked very well.

    Near the bridge to the island is a Korean tourism information stand. The people there are very helpful, speak good English and have lots of maps and guides in English and can also tell you about the ferries to the other islands.  Well worth a stop.  You should stock up on tourism information here if you are going to the outer islands as once you get there is very little English language signage or English speakers on the islands. They are open until 6 pm most days.

    Address

    310-11, Daemuui-ro, Jung-gu, Incheon
    인천광역시 중구 대무의로 310-11 (무의동)

    Type

    Seasides/ Beaches/ Islands

    Inquiries

    1330 Travel Hotline: +82-2-1330
    (Korean, English, Japanese, Chinese)
    • For more info: +82-32-760-7114

    more Information

    Muuido Island is located in Jung-gu, Incheon close to the airport.  Nearby are two smaller islands, Silmido Island and Somuuido Island. In olden times, small boats were used to go from Muuido Island to Somuuido Island but the two islands are currently connected by a bridge so visitors can reach Somuuido after a 10-15 minute walk. Muuido Village Bus (maeul bus; 마을버스) takes people from Keunmuri Dock (큰무리선착장) to Gwangmyeonghang Port (광명항). To enjoy the beauty of Somuuido Island fully, Muuibadanuri-gil 8 Course is a must-visit path, taking around 1 hour and giving stunning views of the East Sea vista. Two beaches, Hanagae Beach and Silmi Beach, are famous beaches in Muuido Island. One interesting thing in Silmi Beach is that people can walk to Silmido Island at low tide. Hiking up Horyonggoksan Mountain (호룡곡산) and Guksabong Peak is also available on Hanagae Island.

     

    The trail head to Horyonggoksan Mountain (호룡곡산) and Guksabong Peak can be found at  bridge entrance to the island and also near So Muido and at Hangagae beach as well.  The round trip takes about three hours and the trail is well marked but only in Korean.  Go up the stairs and at the top turn right to access the main trail head.

     

    So Muido is a nice spot for a walk as well. Take the bus to the end of the island, and walk across.  There are places to stop and eat in So Muido. The walk to the top of the mountain is a nice walk takes about an half an hour to reach the top. There is a private beach on the way back to town.

     

    Silmido

     

    Silmido island is the site of a secret military base where they trained commandos going undercover into North Korea.  They closed the base in the 80’s and a Korean K drama was filmed at the island.  The island has a resort where one can stay but there is not much there not even restaurants.  Still the beach is nice but a bit deserted.  You can walk across to Silmido at low tide, at high tide it becomes a separate island.

     

    Shindo, Modo and Jangbo islands

     신도, 모토, 보도sindo, moto, jang bodo

     

    Shindo, Modo and Jangbo Islands located near Incheon International Airport are great places to get away from Seoul or Incheon for that matter. These three islands are near Yongchongdo.  You need to take a ferry to reach them. The ferry ride to Jangbo the biggest of the islands takes about an hour. The ferry runs every hour on the hour the last ferry back leaves about 6 pm.  You can catch the ferry at Sammok quay.
    삼목 부두sammog budu

     

    There are buses from the airport and from Unseo station to the ferry terminal.

     

    Sindo Island

    Ongjin-gun, Incheon South Korea

    7 miles from Eurwangni Beach

    Modo Island

    Modo island is connected to Shindo island.  You can easily walk around both Modo and Shindo in an hour or two.  There are places to eat and spend the night, but Jangbo island is the biggest of the three and has the best facilities, beaches, restaurants and walking biking trails.

    Jangbo Island

     

    The island is located one hour and 40 minutes from Seoul. To get there take airport express train from Seoul Station and get off at Unseo station and then transfer to a bus going to Sammok wharf in Yeongjong Island, Incheon. The ferry from there takes 40 minutes.  The last ferry back leaves at 6 pm.  There are plenty of places to stay near the beaches which are a short walk from the ferry terminal.  This is also a popular place to camp as there are camping grounds near the ferry terminal. There is a mountain hiking trail that follows the ridge line all over the island and is a great hike.   If you go to Jangbong island, it is worth stopping off at Shindo and Modo islands first and take a walk.  A number of K dramas have been filmed on these islands.

    More info from Visit Incheon web page follows:

    Coastal Trail connecting Sindo Island, Sido Island and Modo Islands

    Come to the triplet islands and have a bike tour around them for a fantastic ride along the shoreline. The triplet islands are very well known as one of the best spots in Korea for a bike tour. Come down to the Sinsimodo Islands for a safe and pleasant bicycle touring. Take a boat at Sammok Quay in Yeongjongdo Island. You will get to Sindo Island Quay in about 10 minutes. The three islands of Sindo Island, Sido Island and Modo Island are all connected by bridges, so you can tour all of them in a day. You can rent a bike on the island. There are only a few cars on the road, thus the island is recognized as one of the best places for bike riders.

    Sindo Island Pureun Beonmal, a designated traditional agricultural village

    The name Sindo Island(literally “the island of trust”) has come from the fact that its residents are conscientious and innocent. It is in this context that the salt produced in the island is called jinyeom (literally “genuine salt”). As the island have mud flats, salt evaporation ponds, and rice paddies, visitors can enjoy everything they can expect from the country’s rural area in Sindo Island Pureun Beotmal designated by the government as a traditional agricultural village.

    Sinsido Island Yeondogyo Bridge

    Sindo Island is connected to Sido Island by a bridge. The name of Sido Island has come from the legend that troops of the Joseon Dynasty practiced archery in Manisan Mountain with targets set in Sido Island(“an arrow island”). The island is also called “Salseom (‘sal’ also means an arrow in Korean).” Given the actual distance between the two locations, the story is hardly credible, but the idea is intriguing enough. Sido Island has been filming locations for popular TV dramas such as “Full House” and “Sad Love Story” because of the harmony between its slow slope hills and the sea.

    Sugi Beach, the filming location of ‘Full House’

    Sugi Beach in Sido Island was the filming location for the popular TV series called ‘Full House.’ You can see a few islands in the distance. The beach is covered with quality and beautiful white sands. Main characters in the TV drama series often spent time together here. Who would not have fallen in love with each other in such a beautiful environment?

    Simodo Island Yeondogyo Bridge

    Sido Island and Modo Island are connected by a bridge. Believe it or not, you can get to a totally different island in just a few minutes. The name Modo Island comes from the word ttiyeom (‘tti’ refers to King cogongrass). The legend says that fishermen in the region once complained that his fish net only had grass instead of fish. ‘Mo’ in Modo Island means ‘grass’ in Chinese.

    Baemikku mi Sculpture Park 

    Baemikkumi Sculpture Park is located on Baemikkumi Beach in Modo Island. The ‘Baemikkumi’ (the local dialect meaning a hole in the bottom of a ship) has come from the fact the beach is as flat as the bottom of a ship. The beach is also famous for a sculpture park featuring a number of surreal erotic sculptures. Blue water, white sand, and dreamlike sculptures blend well with one another. The sculpture park has become a reason to many for a visit to Modo Island.

    The Sinsimodo Islands, a paradise for bike enthusiasts

    Together, the Sinsimodo Islands are small but pretty places to visit. Most notably, as they are connected, the Sinsimodo Islands will sustain the fame of a paradise for bikers in the West Sea for a long time to come.

    Incheon  Wolmido

    Address

    36, Wolmimunhwa-ro, Jung-gu, Incheon
    인천광역시 중구 월미문화로 36 (북성동1가)

    Type

    Seasides/ Beaches/ Islands

    Inquiries

    1330 Travel Hotline: +82-2-1330
    (Korean, English, Japanese, Chinese)
    • For more info: +82-32-765-4169

    Incheon Jung-gu Culture & Tourism
    icjg.go.kr/tour
    (Korean, English, Japanese, Chinese)
    www.my-land.kr (Korean only)

     

    Introduction 

    Wolmido Island (월미도), located roughly 1km off the coast of Incheon, has since become part of the mainland with the creation of a new highway. The name Wolmido Island comes from the shape of the island as it resembles the tail of a half moon. Thanks to its location near Seoul and the convenient transportation, many people visit here during weekends.

    The Culture Street starts with Doodle Pillar, and continues onward to Meeting Square, Arts Square, Performance Square, Good Harvest Square and several other notable highlights. Throughout these areas, spontaneous performances are performed, and street artists can draw for you on the spot. Moreover, many cafes and seafood restaurants are lined along the coast so you can enjoy coffee or fresh seafood while viewing the sea.

    A must-see attraction on Wolmido Island is “Play Hill.” It’s not as large as other theme parks in Korea, but the Apollo Disco and the Viking rides are truly thrilling. If you’re not into rides, the Apollo Disco ride is still fun just watching. You can also get on a cruise to look around the island.

     

    Comment:  this is of course the location of the most famous battle during the Korean war.

     

    The island has a large park that had been a Korean military base and was only opened to the public since the turn of the century.  The park is worth a long walk.  The views are spectacular from the top.

     

    The amusement park is a bit hooky in my opinion, but still worth a stop and a photo. The waterfront is nice to stroll along but the restaurants there are way over priced.

    Jayu freedom park is near Wolmido and features a giant statue of General Mc Arthur and is also worth a visit.

    There is a club that has Halloween decoration all year long and that is worth a picture. There are also statues and public art everywhere.  And of course coffee shops, beer pubs etc.

    About 100 US dollars per person for a sashimi dinner with drinks.  The best sea food restaurants are a few blocks away from the water front area, and dinner for two will set you back about 40 dollars including soju.

    The Korean government opened a maglev train around Wolmido for the Asian games. But after the games ended the maglev train was disconnected.  In my opinion they missed an opportunity and should have extended it to Songdo and the airport as getting to Songdo from the airport is a big of a long subway ride.

     

    Finally, Wolmido has a Korean tourism information stand. The people there are very helpful, speak good English and have lots of maps and guides in English and can also tell you about the ferries to the other islands.  Well worth a stop.  They are open until 6 pm most days.

    To reach Wolmido, get off at the Incheon station on the Seoul-Incheon subway line.  Take a bus to Wolmido or a taxi. It is not far from the station.  Another fun way to get there is to take the ferry from Yongchongdo (airport island).  The ferry runs every 30 minutes and is a five minute ferry ride.  The last ferry is at 6:00 pm.

    Gerang Mountain in Incheon (계양상)

    This mountain is the biggest mountain in Incheon but hiking up to the top is not too difficult. Takes about one to two hours to reach the top and back down.  There are lots of side trails as well.  The spring and fall colors are magnificent.  Lots of nice wildflowers as well.  The mountain links to several other mountains in central Incheon.  There is a nice old fortress at the top of the mountain.  There are plenty of Korean restaurants at the bottom of the mountain.

    The closest subway to  Gyeansan (giei_iaŋ_saŋ) is Gyeyang subway on the Incheon subway line 1.  You can transfer from the Airport express railroad coming from the airport or from downtown Seoul.  You can also get off at the ARE stop and walk through the countryside to the mountain enterance along a nice stream bed.

    *gyeansan may 17 2

    Introduction of Mt. Gyeyang

    With its altitude of 395m, Mt. Gyeyang is the guardian and holy mountain that represents Incheon. From the beginning of B.C. to the end of the 19th century, the city of Gyeyang was moved from the south of Gohyeon-eup in the Three Kingdoms Period having Mt. Gyeyang at the center and then to the northern and eastern direction. Until its transfer to the southern direction in Bupyeong-dohobueup during the Joseon Period, the city was developed through the capital transfer that was conducted for 6 times. At the peak of the eastern ridge in Mt. Gyeyang, there is Gyeyang Mountain Fortress that was built during the Three Kingdoms Period. Also in the south, Jungsimseong Castle, which was constructed in the 20th year of King Gojong (1883) with the participation of the residents in Bupyeong Village in preparation for defending the coast, is stretched along the ridge of Jingmaei Hill. According to the change of the place name, Mt. Gyeyang was called as Sujuak in Suju of the Goryeo Period and Mt. Annam during Annam-Dohobu. Since the period when this mountain was called as Mt. Gyeyang in the period of Gyeyang-dohobu, it has been called by its present name. This mountain was once called as Mt. Anam and Mt. Gyeongmyeong.

    The name of Mt. Gyeyang was originated from the naturally grown Japanese Judas-tree and Korean box trees. Mt. Gyeyang was selected as the first urban natural park of Incheon city on Jan. 8, 1944 (Gyeyang Park) and since then, it became the No. 1 Municipal Park.

     

    88, Gyesansae-ro, Gyeyang-gu, Incheon, 21067, Rep. of KOREA  82-32-551-5701

    Copyright ⓒ 2015 Gyeyang Incheon. All Right Reserved.

     

    Office of Gyeyang-Gu Page – Includes information on hiking trails as well as travel advice in English

    Sorae Pogu

     

    111-200, Nonhyeon-dong, Namdong-gu, Incheon, South Korea

    This is the second largest seafood market in Incheon and specializes in crab, lobster, octopus, and shellfish freshly harvested from the nearby harbor.  The boats come back laden with fresh seafood early in the morning.   The place is happening all day long.  You can buy your food at the market and then take it to nearby restaurants where they will prepare it for you and sell you soju and beer to wash it down.  A very Korean experience!

    More info on the port from Visit Incheon web site

    Incheon Port was opened to the international community in 1883 through which western civilization came. Sorae Port has served as an important fish market for the Incheon region for more than 60 years after a small-scale fish market was formed in the wake of the Korean War (1950-1953) as war refugees caught shrimps and sold salted shrimps in an open market. Now the fish market at the port is across a railway bridge which has been remodeled as a pedestrian-exclusive bridge.

    The market is particularly famous for shrimps, salted fish and blue crabs. In addition to such fresh seafood, you can enjoy fish stand owners’ generosity and seagulls flying over fishing boats and the fish market against a blue sky. The port plays host to festivals of fleshy prawn and blue crabs, whose freshness and taste are recognized nationally, attracting crowds of people from various areas of the country. Come to Sorae Port to smell the sea and feel the sky while touring a dynamic fish market and enjoying fresh seafood of your choice.

     

    Yeonan Pier

    Yeonan Pier is home to various important facilities such passenger terminals, Marine Square, the Fish Market Complex, the Raw Fish Restaurant Street, the Seawater Bath Street, Cruise Port, and Namhang Wharf. It is a popular weekend getaway place not only for residents of Incheon but also for tourists from other areas of Korea. For instance, the Fish Market Complex which more than 500 stores call home attracts a crowd of people wanting to buy a variety of fresh and salted fishery goods. The Raw Fish Restaurant Street is home to large-scale raw fish restaurant towns like the Raw Fish Department Store run by Incheon Fisheries Cooperative Association and the Yeonan Raw Fish Plaza. Visitors can enjoy diverse seafood dishes at affordable prices.

    Yeonan Pier is also known for blue crabs. Female crabs are popular in spring while male crabs are delicious in autumn. Most notably, blue crabs caught around Yeonpyeongdo Island are highly regarded for the eggs and meat filling the shells completely.

    Hiking in the Spring Time Snow

     

    peace forrest winter scene

    Talking a walk in the mountains
    In the spring time snow
    Snow falling down all over the trail

    As I wander through the hills
    Breathing the early spring smells
    And seeing the world covered in white magic
    The last remnants of the winter’s touch

    Before the spring time gambol of flowers
    Overwhelms nature once again
    Preparing for the summer’s hellish heat

    Hiking the Hills of My Youth

     

     

    I grew up in Berkeley, California in the 60’s.  Ever since I was a youngster I would wander the hills of Berkeley hiking for hours by myself and sometimes with my friends. I explored every nook and cranny every corner of the hills and got to know nature in its infinite beauty.

    Ever since those days, I have longed for the day that I could spend my days hiking and wandering  in the hills.  Now that I am retired and living in Korea I can go for a long walk in the hills every day I want.  It is not the same as the hills I grew up, no vistas of the Bay and it is in Korea to boot but most days it is sufficient as I head out early afternoon and conquer four or five miles of hills just enjoying that fact that I can still move and am still very much alive at age 62!

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

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

    And wander about here and there
    Just being grateful
    That I am still alive
    And kicking at age 62

    Yongjongdo Remixed Cherita version

    In the early morning dawn

    I like to go for a walk
    Down among the cherry trees

    And flowering plants
    Just to welcome
    Another fine spring day

    As the sun comes up

    Dispelling my dismal mood
    And filling me

    With love
    Hope
    and peace

    As I walk the path

    Of the world peace forest
    Near my island home

    Near the chaos of the airport
    Through the forest
    and over the mountain

    breathing the spring time air

    alive filled with life
    and I think to myself

    this moment
    is the moment
    that I am meant

    to experience

    life itself
    and nothing more

    nothing less
    Just breath in life
    Waiting to die

    Living in the Far East

    today’s challenge – write a direction poem

    When I graduated from college
    I joined the Peace Corps

    And ended up in the Far East
    And spend decades

    Wandering about East Asia
    Lived in Korea for ten years

    In Thailand for two years
    In India for three years

    Travelled to Taiwan twice
    Hong Kong and Macao

    Vietnam twice
    Japan four times

    Learned Korean
    Some Hindu
    A smattering of Chinese
    Japanese and Vietnamese

    Married a Korean woman
    And became half Korean

    A kimchi addict
    A true Korean foodie

    Along the way
    And now

    As an old man
    I live half the year

    In the east
    And half in the west

    But my heart
    Remains in the East

    Who knows where I will die
    If I die in the east

    That will be fine
    By me

    For by now
    I am half Asian

    In spirit
    And in East Asia
    If I may meet my final days
    that is fine by me

    Walking Down The Frozen White Path

    failed attempt at writing a ballad

    walking down the frozen white path
    as the evening starts to fall
    as I walk in the snow and talk
    listening to the bird calls
    filling the air with the music of Bach
    I find myself getting lost
    as I continue my lonely walk
    death waits heading to the end of time

    As I walk the snowing cold path
    the dark evil evening continues to fall
    the very stars are on the war path
    lightening the up air as they fall
    littering the ground with their cosmic sprawl
    as the dying sun sets into the dark night

    Life of an Exiled Poet Wandering the Mountains

    today’s challenge -write a poem about exile

    I am living a lonely life
    Exiled from my home land

    A stranger in a strange land
    Far from where I grew up

    Searching for what I lost
    Just an exiled poet
    Wandering the mountains
    Deep in thought

    Wondering what
    Adventures wait me
    As I wander the mountain paths

     

    Wandering here and there
    Just searching for my lost life

    Wondering where my life
    Has gone so terribly wrong

    And why I am on this path
    I see on the mountain path
    A secret climbing cave

    And I enter the cave
    Hoping to find

    A portal
    Back to my lost world
    To my lost time

    To the beginning
    Of my journal

    The beginning
    Of my long exile

    But I can’t find
    My way back

    And am soon lost
    And so I become

    A ghost-like figure
    A lost soul
    of the damn

    Doomed to wander
    The world

    Wandering the mountains
    Lost in dark thoughts

    Forever exiled
    From my love

    Four Haiku and a Tanka

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

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

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

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

    Dangerous Times Tanka

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

    Poetic Sketch of Springtime in Yongonjgdo, Korea

    today’s prompt was to write a poetic sketch

    In the early morning dawn
    I like to go for a walk
    Down among the cherry trees
    And flowering plants

    Just to welcome
    Another fine spring day
    As the sun comes up
    Dispelling my dismal mood

    And filling me
    With love
    Hope and peace
    As I walk the path

    Of the world peace forest

    Near my island home
    Near the chaos of the airport

    Through the forest
    and over the mountain
    breathing the spring time air
    alive filled with life

    and I think to myself
    this moment
    is the moment
    that I am meant to experience

    life itself
    and nothing more
    nothing less
    Just breath in life

     

    The End

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

  • Wearing a Mask Controversy

    Wearing a Mask Controversy

    Wearing a Mask Controversy

    -wearing a mask should not be a political statement

    more corona poems posted on the day the death rate hit 105,000 Americans

    Here are some of my recent Corona poems.  Many have been posted earlier and some have been published, many were posted on All Poetry, Poetry Soup and elsewhere.  These poems are sometimes very political and perhaps in your face a bit but I am outraged at how badly the US and other countries have handled the Corona pandemic and dismayed to see that it is still being seen as a partisan political issue.  This is particularly true of the fake controversy over wearing a mask.  There can be no controversy – wearing masks save lives and is a very small infringement on individual rights so I just don’t understand that reluctance of some people to wear masks in public. Hence my outrage.  Some of these poems were posted earlier, a few have been published and a few are newly written.  Enjoy and the offer still stands for guest Covid Poems as I may write an update in a few months.

    Corona Virus is Not God’s Punishment

    Corona Virus Poems

    Cosmos’s 2020 April Poetry Part One

    Cosmos 2020 April Poetry Part Two

    every day I turn on the news published

    index

    Part One Longer Poems

    Wearing a Mask is not a political statement
    To the owner of Liberty Bar and Grill
    Corona Virus Stalks Me
    Mad Mask Fears
    Hope Springs Eternal in Our Year of Discontent
    Wearing a Mask is not a political statement
    Ode to Nurses
    Plane, Train or Automobile – none of us can escape our fate
    Conqueor Worm Corona Sonnet
    Cosmic Debris Corona Sonnet
    God Deals with Corona
    Voice Message to God
    General Corona Leads His Troops into Battle
    Total Success
    General Corona is Happy
    Watching as the Entire World  Falls Apart
    Corona Virus Paranoia
    End of the World
    Conversation with the Gods About Corona Virus
    We Live in an Orwellian World
    Woman Releases Balloons of Hope
    Life Interrupted by Corona
    The End of the World News Depresses Me
    God Did Not Send the Virus to Punish America Found Poem
    The Virus from Hell is Amused
    Every Day I Turn on the News *
    Irony Meters Blows a Gasket
    Chaos
    My Phobias Overwhelms Me
    Fear Fills the Air
    Is This the Best We Can Get
    More Trouble Every Day
    Taking a Walk in the Corona Woods
    Lone Man in Empty Parking Lot
    Virus King Cried *
    Bring Out Your Dead
    The Corona Virus is Testing Us All
    Last Human on Island

    Part Two Short Poems

    Corona virus Haiflu
    Virus came from Hell Haiflu
    Bring Out Your Dead Haiflu
    Death Comes Knocking Haiflu
    Be Afraid, Afraid Haiflu
    Virus Came from Hell Haiflu
    Corona Virus Tanka
    Calls Goes Out Haiflu
    Corona virus haiflu
    End of the World Haiflu
    Walking in the Woods Haiflu
    To Wear or Not Wear Haiflu
    Watching the News Haiflu
    corona Cinqku

    Part One Longer Poems

    Watching the News while 100,000 Americans Lie Dead

    On the day
    when the death toil
    reached over 100,000 people
    I turned on the news
    the president remained silent
    As the deaths continue to increase

    Watching the news
    the president and his minions
    continuously lying
    about his great job
    his great success
    As the deaths continue to increase

    blaming everything
    on everyone else
    China, Obama, the democrats, liberals
    Fake science, university researchers
    the media simply for asking inconvenient questions
    As the deaths continue to increase

    attacking people for wearing masks
    making wearing a mask
    a political question
    – real men don’t wear masks
    As the deaths continue to increase

    Self -proclaiming a transition to greatness
    and still 35% of Americans
    applaud this broken down
    man who is our leader
    As the deaths continue to increase

    god help us all, if there is a God
    perhaps he has abandoned us
    in our hour of need, and left us
    with the President who yearns to king
    As the deaths continue to increase

    our President will eventually
    no longer be our President
    and perhaps we will
    be a greater country
    once this nightmare is over
    As the deaths continue to increase

    Wearing a Mask is not a political statement

    masked woman
    masked woman

     

     

     

     

     

    to my friends in America
    to those who think
    that somehow the corona virus
    only infects other people
    that it is all a liberal hoax
    overblown nothing more than a bad flu
    and nothing to do with me
    demanding that we all go
    back to work right now
    but refuse to wear a mask
    that wearing a mask
    is an infringement on your freedom
    and a sign of weakness
    and a political statement
    that you are against the President
    and a democrat

    and a democrat
    what is wrong with you?
    have you lost your humanity?
    A mask is not a political statement
    a mask means you care
    about other people’s life
    and your own as well
    will millions have to die
    so you can have a Big Mac?
    and a beer
    whenever you damn please
    and no one can tell you
    please wear a mask
    have you lost all reason?

    Have you lost all reason?
    is it all now
    about owning the dems
    and the damn liberates
    is there any thing left
    in your cold greedy heart?
    and you still proclaim
    that you are Christian
    as you violate all the Christian principles
    what would Jesus do
    what does the bible say
    we should do
    in the midst of this pandemic
    is it the Christian thing to do

    is it the Christian thing to do
    to let millions of people die
    did not Christ talk about love
    compassion and mercy
    would not Jesus wear a mask
    to protect himself and others
    from this ravaging disease
    that does not care who you are
    who you voted for
    which church you go to
    and Jesus and God are not there
    watching all of us
    as the virus spreads
    it will affect you
    sooner or later

    sooner or later
    and when it does
    perhaps if you had worn
    a mask
    you might have prevented
    a few more people
    from joining the 100,000 already dead
    a few more people
    including your grandfather, grandmother
    friend, relative, co-workers might be alive
    if you were not such a self-centered person
    and I appeal to you my friend
    to grow up, become a member
    of the human race again

    to the owner of Liberty Tree Bar and Grill

    https://www.today.com/health/texas-bar-owner-refuses-allow-patrons-wear-masks-t182605

    I understand that you are banning
    wearing of masks inside your bar
    because somehow wearing a mask
    offends you and your Christian values
    and makes a political statement
    that the person wearing a mask
    is a libtard or a Democrat
    or anti-Trump
    and those kinds are not welcomed
    in your bar and grill
    therefore you are putting your staff
    your friends and your family at risk
    of catching and spreading
    the corona virus

    the corona virus
    You say that you don’t care
    if people get the corona virus
    it is nothing but a cold or flue
    but the thing about it
    the deadly thing about the virus
    the virus does not care about you
    or your political views
    and if you or your friends catch it
    some of them will get sick and die
    and it would all be because of your actions
    and wearing a mask is not
    a political statement
    wearing a mask does not show weakness

    wearing a mask does not show weakness
    and does not mean that the wearer
    is a political enemy
    I would respect you more
    If you posted a sign
    no liberals, democrats
    non-whites, gays and anti-trumpers
    allowed but that would be illegal
    so you take it out on mask wearers
    you are so following the Christian faith
    what would Jesus say to you
    I wonder?
    Just shut up already
    Put on the damn mask no doubt

    Corona Virus Stalks Me

    the dreaded corona virus
    led by the demented general Corona
    seems to be stalking me
    everywhere I go
    images of the dead
    come to life
    accusing me of something
    as they fade in and out of view
    ghostly images fill my fogged up glasses
    as I walk down the street
    hidden deep inside my masks
    and I fear everyone
    which is of course part
    of the corona virus’s evil’s plan
    to drive us all mad sending us to hell

    News is Still Grim

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

    waiting

    waiting

    waiting

    for the end of the news
    and a return to normal
    but that seems
    like a distant dream

    perhaps it is our fate
    perhaps it will be over
    perhaps it will never
    be over

    and the news drones

    on

    and

    on

    on

    and

    on

    overwhelming

    me

    with

    cosmic

    dread
    as hundreds of thousands people
    lie dead

    Mad Mask Fears

    I don’t understand
    this fear of wearing a mask
    somehow making you weak
    that wearing a mask
    is a political statement
    “Midway upon the journey of our life
    I found myself with a forest dark
    for the straightforward pathway had been lost”

    THE  THOUGHT COMES      TO MIND

    WHAT        IS      WRONG     WITH         THESE       PEOPLE

    ALL

    LOST

    THEIR

    MINDS

    content tracing Dante Inferno  Canto one Line 1 to 3

      Hope Springs Eternal in our Year of our Discontent

    corona virus
    corona virus

     

     

     

     

    Every day I watch
    The daily news
    That fills us with dread
    Perfect storm of hatred,
    fear and despair

    Everywhere we go
    nonstop fear broadcasted
    Despair fills my heart as I turn on the news
    Everywhere we are in the midst of the pandemic
    Simply put death is at hand

    Planning for the future yet waiting for death
    At worst we will all die not today but soon
    In the long term we are all dead
    Remembering the dead all around us
    yet I end this poem with a word of hope

    hoping for the best
    while preparing for the worst
    all I can do to stay sane
    as I await my fate

    on this dismal date
    April 1 is indeed
    April Fool’s date
    is that our fate
    this endless dance with death?

    and to end with a sign of hope
    I know that if I have you by my side
    I will survive I will survive
    until the end of time itself
    takes us to the other side

    Ode for Nurses

    In honor of national nursing day
    I offer this simple poem
    thanks to all the nurses
    who work so hard
    24/7
    to keep us all alive
    and healthy
    you are the real heroes
    of America
    and deserve so much more
    that you get
    thank you
    for all you do

    Plane, Train or Automobile – none of us can escape our fate

    in these dark and dire times
    we find ourselves living
    we often fear that the times
    are infected with death

    and so we are afraid
    deathly afraid
    that if we take a plane
    we will find General Corona
    among the passengers

    and we afraid
    deadly afraid
    that the subways
    are incubators
    of death and destruction

    the virus spreads
    fear and death
    in its wake

    many of us
    retreating to our homes
    and venturing out
    in our cars

    only to find
    death is stalking us
    as traffic piles up
    traffic accidents
    still killing more people
    that the dreaded General Corona

    the grim reaper smiles
    his work is done
    Satan thanks General. Corona
    for a job well done

    the Conqueror Worm Corona Sonnet

    Lo, t’s a galla night
    within the lonesome later years
    when around the world
    the dreaded corona virus showed its might
    spending fear to those in their later years
    that it might take them in the night
    that before the sun came up
    their time on earth would end up
    DEATH IS COMING
    TO US ALL
    WE
    WAIT
    LATE
    FATE

    # content tracing: the Conqueror Worm By Edgar Allan Poe

     Cosmic Debris Corona sonnet

    cosmic debris

    I received a mysterious email package
    followed by a phone call offering me a magical mask
    a mask that they claim would prevent me
    from the dreaded General Corona
    hey there
    who you jiving with that cosmic debris
    a mask that they did not want me
    me to know about
    TOP SECRET CODE 2 LEVEL STUFF
    MUST ACT NOW
    SEND MONEY ASAP
    BUY
    IT
    NOW

    # content tracing- “Cosmic Debris by Frank Zappa”
    with apologies to Frank Zappa

    Corona Consumes Me Corona Sonnet 3

    I am consumed by the corona virus
    and I am slowly being taken over
    as the virus infects my mind
    taking me over turning me
    into a wild raving zombie man
    Let there be light
    will I become the first
    ZOMBIE APOLYCAPASE LOOMS
    WILL WE ALL DIE
    CORONA
    KILLS
    ME

    content tracing – Let there be light from Bible and the entire Zombie Apocalypse genre where the Zombie flu started usually in China as a flu and then morphs into the zombie disease

    God Deals with Corona

    god is having a crisis meeting
    on the corona virus situation
    on planet 679542099199
    otherwise known as planet earth
    in a minor corner
    of the milky way

    the deranged inhabitants
    of the planet
    somehow thought that GOD
    created them in his image
    and that they are his children
    all of them
    and that he listens to his prayers

    god was so tired of dealing with humans
    the most ornery stubborn stupid creatures
    of all the millions of sentient beings
    he had to deal with them
    more than any one else

    God created the world
    but then let nature take its course
    and sometimes things worked out
    and sometimes they did not
    and God just did not have the time
    to deal with every little detail
    of life on millions of planets
    across the vast universe

    His arch enemy Satan
    banished to Hell’s prison
    was always causing trouble
    everywhere in the universe
    and Satan also loved the mad
    creatures on planet earth

    what was god to do
    he did not know
    as he saw the death rates
    increase and grim reaper’s
    armies go to work

    his courts will be filled
    billions stuck in limbo
    for centuries
    just did not have enough
    staff to do the work

    God signed off the conference
    and sighed again
    thinking about the mad creatures
    on the planet earth
    hoping that they would pull it together
    but knowing that he might have to intervene

    and went back to his other business
    enough of humans for one day

    General Corona Leads His Troops Into Battle, crown of sonnets

    General Corona leads his forces across the world
    riding on a black horse
    from out of the Apocalypse
    ride the four horsemen
    which are let loose upon the world
    He leads his forces across the world
    into battle as the leader of his evil forces
    The enemy of humanity
    General Corona he does not care
    nor does his virus minions care
    about your nationality he does not care
    about your politics he does not care
    or your wealth or who you are
    the corona general sees humanity

    the corona general sees humanity
    as nothing but hosts for his virus army
    chanting death to humanity
    until his evil army sweeps throughout the world
    throughout the world
    and millions must die
    it is the will of the general
    all must die
    and it is the end of the world
    or perhaps the beginning of a new world
    filled with hope and love through out the world
    humanity comes alive throughout the world
    fighting back against the virus army
    peace, love and compassion defeats the army
    and general corona will finally himself die

    Voice Message for God

    dialing 202-346-5666 Beep
    You have reached GOD
    Press 1 for English, Press 2 for Spanish
    leave a message or prayer
    and maybe an angel will call you
    will get back to you Beep
    Hey GOD someone sent me your number
    and well I hope I’ve reached your number
    I don’t know where to start that’s the point
    GOD I am scared of you
    all the time is my point
    I am so afraid, so scared
    of the dreaded General Corona
    and his invisible army is my point

    and his invisible army is my point
    forcing me to stay at home
    and I am sacred
    that you anointed the wrong man
    to be our leader, that makes me sacred
    not to second guess you man
    your will be done and all of that man
    but GOD, can’t you do better job my man
    of anointing our leaders to serve under GOD
    of all the people in the U.S. dear God
    this is the best you can do?, man?
    I mean you picked perhaps the one man
    in the world who could be the anti-chris, God
    Seriously GOD what is wrong with you? man

    Seriously, GOD, what is wrong with you? man
    was this all sort of a cosmic joke?
    well it ain’t funny any more ain’t no joke
    Please GOD make it all go away, man
    Please GOD for the love of GOD
    and all that is holly and good, man
    just make it all go away, GOD
    and anoint someone else, man
    a real leader for a change, GOD
    and let him lead us to the promised land
    this I pray in Jesus’s name, my man
    and if I don’t make it, GOD
    We have a lot to talk about GOD
    See you on the other side, my man

    Isolation Blues

    During these trying times
    we huddle at home
    afraid to go out
    afraid of the dreaded
    General Corona that is out
    and his evil secret armies
    keeping us all at home
    terrified of becoming a victim
    a corona virus statistic
    what a way to go out
    no way do I want to end my life
    to out out that way
    so we will endure this day
    these isolation blues

    General Corona is coming for us all

    I saw the best minds of my generation
    destroyed by madness
    consumed by the greed
    all around us
    the dreaded corona virus spreads
    its death and destruction
    all over the world
    no one can escape
    THE FATE OF THE WORLD
    IS INDEED AT STAKE
    NONE OF US CAN
    ESCAPE

    OUR
    FATE
    content tracing “Howl” by Allen Ginsberg

    total Success

    The President’s Son-in-law declares
    that the government’s response
    to the corona virus
    has been a total success
    as the government
    step up to the plate
    to fight the virus from hell
    I have to wonder
    on what planet
    does the words

    105,000 deaths in three months
    and another great depression
    becomes total success?
    from our dear leader
    and his hapless son-in-law

    General Corona is Happy

    General Corona
    is happy
    his mission is a great success
    as his armies of virus bots
    spread throughout the world
    spreading chaos and destruction
    as all bow down
    to his invisible armies
    none can escape their fate
    on that date
    that he unleashed his armies
    upon the world
    all humans must die
    his armies scream out

    Watching as the Entire World Falls Apart

    watching as the entire world falls apart
    consumed by fears of the end of the world
    things continue to fall apart around us
    humanity turns to silent gods
    who turn a deaf ear to our suffering madness

    as the virus from hell spreads out all around
    fearful people desperately running here
    fearful people desperately running there

    praying to the silent gods above us all
    to rescue them from this hellish nightmare fate
    that seems to becoming our fate this late date
    and as we all die a million deaths just our fate

    Corona Virus Paranoia

    fears of the virus
    fear of the coming pandemic
    paranoia in the air
    fear of the other
    fear of the coming super bug
    the end of the world
    all wrapped up
    in a simple weaponized virus

    End of the world fears

    tossed and turned
    could not get to sleep

    fearful of everything
    fears consume me

    as the nightmare news played
    on in the background

    screaming the latest
    paranoid conspiracy

    end of the world
    nightmares becoming real

    is the zombie “Apocalypse near
    is it time for us to all

    to run
    for the proverbial hills?

    Conversation with the Gods About Corona Virus

     

    jehova
    jehova

     

     

     

     

     

     

    Rev. Jake ’s on-line sermon on the Corona Virus

    I am reverend Jake and I have a message from God

    Last night I had a vision from God
    it was his message to the world
    about this pandemic we are facing

    I found myself in a large room
    Jehovah, God, was sitting in the middle
    surrounded by the other Gods
    they were all there

    Jesus on his right
    Allah on his left
    Buddha behind him

    Ganesh, Shiva, Kali
    Mohammed, Joseph Smith and other prophets
    Gabriel and other angels abound
    St Peter in front of his as his Chief of Staff

    Zeus, Jupiter, Minerva and ancient
    other gods all around him

    God spoke up
    He said
    I have a message for you

    to give to your people
    all of your people
    no matter what religion
    or no religion at all
    it is all one after all

    first the corona virus
    is a natural phenomenon
    we have no control
    over forces of nature

    and we did not send
    it to you
    to punish you
    for homosexuality
    or anything else at all

    Second obey the health directives
    stay at home
    do your services on line

    it is okay with us
    we are fine with that

    the blood of Jesus
    will not save you
    If you are in a crowded place
    like church or a mosque service

    the virus will spread
    and catch you in the end

    Prayers alone will not save you
    but please keep praying
    we do listen to your prayers
    but we can only do so much

    So please don’t allow the virus
    to spread
    because of your ignorance
    and fear

    realize that in the end
    the virus will do its thing
    and you will survive

    and we
    all the gods here
    love you humans

    and wish you well
    so stay at home
    practice self-distancing

    It is God’s will
    all will survive

    We Live in an Orwellian world

    1984 image
    1984 images

     

     

     

     

     

     

    we are living
    in an Orwellian 1984 world
    and have been for decades

    we are assaulted daily
    by alternative realties
    promoted by various politicians
    designed to shut down
    all rational thought

    true Orwellian thought control
    and now with the corona virus
    massive surveillance
    has become the norm

    and when the crisis is over
    the surveillance will continue
    on one excuse after another

    forever as Orwell’s nightmare
    big brother ruling us all
    comes true

    based on the fear that the massive increase in social surveillance being deployed against the Corona virus will after the crisis is over continue forever under one excuse or another as the Orwellian big brother dictatorships around the world become permanent

     

    Woman releases balloons of hope

    ballons for peace
    balloons for peace

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    A young woman
    walks in a park
    on a sunny spring day

    carrying 25 red balloons
    each red balloon
    contains  the name of those
    that recently died

    in the corona virus pandemic
    she is releasing the balloons
    hoping they would
    rise  to heaven

    with a request for God
    to hear her prayers
    End this pandemic
    End the death and destruction
    release us from the corona pandemic

    the woman releases the balloons
    and slowly walks back to her house
    to prepare to attend yet another funeral
    as the pandemic swirls all around her

    creative talents unleashed prompt

    life interrupted by corona

    covid19
    covid19

     

     

     

     

     

    we live in a strange world
    life interrupted by corona
    the virus spread throughout the world
    disrupting everything

    putting life on hold
    as more people
    hunkered down

    waiting for the virus
    to pass over us
    like in biblical times

    the virus
    will test us all

    and then
    we will all
    go back
    to life interrupted

    The end of the world news depresses me

    trump jpg
    trump jpg

     

     

     

     

     

    the end of the world news
    depresses me
    makes me want to shout and scream
    Shut up,   leave me alone
    to deal with my grief

    amid the death and destruction
    watching CNNMSNBCFOXBBC media nonstop
    filled with essential dread
    the end of the world is upon us

    from the screaming news media
    spreading forth across the land
    fake news screams the president
    all is alright he proclaims

    no one believes his 16,000 lies
    and so it goes

    we are drowning with information
    coming at us so fast and furious

    When will it end my friend
    is anyone’s guess
    in the long run we are dead

    God Did not Send the Corona Virus  as a Punishment Black Out Poem

    Robert_Jeffress
    Robert_Jeffress

    Corona Pandemic is Not’s God’s Punishment

    Amid  the coronavirus pandemic,
    President Trump
    Attended virtual Easter church services
    I’ve had talks with the pastors,

    We need to get back
    to church so badly.”

    Rev Jeffries is  a great guy
    I’m going to be watching on a laptop.”

    Rev Jeffries said

    The 9/11 attacks were God’s punishment
    on America for abortion.

    “People ask me all the time,”
    ‘Well, I just don’t understand
    why God wouldn’t protect our nation

    and he would allow these
    radical Muslims in 2001
    to kill 3,000 of our citizens
    and why God doesn’t protect us

    Surely, God doesn’t use pagans
    to bring judgment
    upon his own people,
    does he?’”

    I am sad to report
    Rev Jeffries
    I spoke to God

    This morning
    He confirmed
    He did not cause 9-11
    To bring judgement
    On the US
    For abortion

    He went on to say
    The corona virus
    Is beyond his control

    And he is not sending it
    To punish the US
    Or the world

    His final words
    Please tell Rev Jeffries
    To simply shut up

    the Virus from Hell is amused

    corona virus
    corona virus

     

     

     

     

     

    the Virus from Hell is amused
    laughing at the world’s panicked reaction
    as it marches through the world unabated
    infecting everyone in its wake

    as the world awaits its fate
    the virus smiles he ain’t no fake
    he is the real deal
    he is death itself

    he is the end of the world
    the grim reaper is smiling
    god is silent as usual

    the world’s leaders
    dither and dater
    as the economy craters

    everyone hoping that God
    will save them
    the virus does not care

    insults and orders do not work
    the virus simply does its virus thing
    infecting everyone it encounters
    and thousands will die

    equal opportunity offender
    killing the rich and the poor alike
    but more poor people
    just so many more poor people
    than the few billionaires

    the virus smile
    his work is done
    and mankind is doomed
    so be it the virus thinks

    that is the way of the world
    and the virus is the new king
    of the world

    Every Day I Turn on the News

    cnn logo
    cnn logo

    debunking the bioweaapon conspiracy theories

    published in Spillwords

    every day I turn on the news
    nothing but news about the virus
    the virus from hell

    the world is filled with fear
    and my anxiety levels rise

    every time I turn on the news
    oh my god I say
    we are all going to die

    and I am so afraid
    afraid of everyone
    afraid of everything

    dreading the latest news
    and nothing relieves my fear

    I watch the world
    loosing its collective mind
    wondering how much more of this
    can  we all take

    I scream out
    Dear God save us all
    god is silent as usual

    and so I realized
    we are doomed

    perhaps it is the end times
    perhaps not

    I turn off the TV
    try to stay calm

    hoping the madness
    will not overwhelm us all

    Irony Meters Blow Gaskets 

    donald trump
    donald trump

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    the Irony meter gasket
    is blown again and again

    with every statement
    of our chaos president
    and his endless surrogates

    promoting the latest Presidential
    on spot guidance by our great leader

    that must be true
    because our dear leader
    says it is so

    The President accuses his democratic rival
    of being senile and needs to be in home
    and will be run by his radical left allies

    and the right wing media
    echoes the presidential absurd comments

    refusing to acknowledge
    that the president himself
    is rapidly fading into dementia

    and his radical right cronies
    are looting the government
    driving out expertise
    even in the midst of pandemic

    Oh  yeah the irony meters
    are blowing gaskets
    every single day

    Chaos

    trump clown in chief
    trump clown in chief

     

     

     

     

     

    the world descends into chaos
    as our world leaders
    led by the chaos president
    are overwhelmed

    by the smallest
    enemy of all
    a simple virus
    straight out of hell

    blows through the crumbling
    third world public health infrastructure
    living proof of the decline of America
    and no one is prepared

    and panic ensures
    with every Presidential tweet
    as people don’t believe
    a word he says

    conspiracy rumors spread
    everyone believes their own reality

    as the world spins out of control
    the chaos king is in his element
    convince that only he knows
    the deal

    and everyone else
    is iust a bit player
    in the reality show
    that he presides over

    and so the rest of us
    hunker down

    just hoping for the best
    as the panic and
    chaos spreads faster
    than the virus

    are we doomed
    can we survive
    will God save us?
    he is silent as always

    My Phobias Overwhelm Me

    covid 19 spread
    covid 19 spread

     

     

     

     

     

     

    lately I have become scared
    of everything

    the news scares me, the corona virus scares me, the presidential race scares me, fears of gun men in the street, terrorism, fears of getting sick, fears of dogs, fears of other people, fear of loosing money, fears of becoming demented old man, lost in his nightmares on the street just another invisible homeless bum in the end of his life

    all these phobias overwhelm me
    time to walk away from my fears

    and realize
    it will be alright

    everything will be alright
    As long as I have you
    by my side

    Fear Fills the Air

    cnn logo
    cnn logo

     

     

     

    watching the news
    CNNMSNBCFOXBBCKOREANNEWSJAPANESENEWSBLOOMBERABCCBSNBCGOOGLEAPPLEREUTERSAPIRUSSIANTVCHINESTVFRENCHTV
    blather on and on

    the world is ending
    pandemic is coming

    we are going to die
    and the fear grows
    and the restrictions grow

    travel comes to stop
    the economy comes to  a stop

    everyone is so afraid
    our leaders fret
    say that everything is fine
    as the world enters

    the second great depression
    and we are faced
    with the reality
    all over the world

    idiots in high places
    the masters of the universe
    are in charge

    the internet spreads
    the wildest rumors
    must be true

    I read it on the internet
    the truth is lost
    in the shuffle

    no one believes anyone
    everything thinks
    that they know
    it is all a conspiracy

    the thought comes to mind
    we are all so ’S….
    end of the world
    is upon us

    is this the best we can get?

    trump
    trump

     

     

     

     

     

    watching the news
    one wonders

    how in this great country
    of ours

    335 million people
    among the most educated
    richest people in the world

    we can end up
    with such idiots in high places
    running out country?

    these idiots in charge
    no disrespect intended

    both political parties
    all corporations
    and our institutions
    except maybe the military

    has been infected
    by this virus
    of epic incompetence
    greed and indifference
    to the general good

    who loudly constantly proclaim
    that they are Christians
    while violating
    all of Christ’s teachings

    Jesus if he came back
    would scream out
    I am not Christian

    it is all about me
    and mine

    and you can go
    to hell
    if you dare to disagree

    and so we tweet and titter
    and watch the news
    reading the latest rumors
    and I wonder

    if there is a god
    or if there is a devil
    and are we overwhelmed
    by the dismal news

    why can’t we have better
    leaders
    better people
    in our leaders
    around the world

    has god abandoned us
    are we in hell
    or did god ever exist
    except in our fevered imagination

    will god save us all
    or will the world
    just go around the sun
    indifferent to our pleas?

    no answer
    must watch the news
    consumed by the need
    to see the latest news

    and so it goes
    and I wake up

    the sun is up
    and the nightmares
    fade away

    until I watch the news
    and the madness consumes
    us all again and again

    as the corona virus
    marches on and on
    consuming us all
    as the world falls apart

    these must be the end times
    I hope I will be raptured away
    even if I am not a Christian

    More Trouble Every Day

    The Old Zappa song plays
    on in my head
    every time I turn on the news

    and see more trouble every day
    no one can delay
    the trouble coming every day

    Frank Zappa died too soon
    before the horrors of the Trump era
    and the corona end of the world plague

    that he would have foreseen
    if he had lived on
    he was truly a prophet

    crying in the wildness
    while making money
    as an over night sensation

    as he saw the slime
    oozing out of the TV sets
    we will do what we are told
    for the rights to us have been sold

    And Jesus too
    has been sold
    to the highest bidder

    nothing but a business deal
    in America
    the land of the constant deal

    and so I turn off the TV
    and realize that

    the torture never ends
    the torture never ends

    Taking a Walk in the Corona Era

    peace forest
    peace forest

    every day I go for a walk
    in the spring time woods
    near my house

    braving the weather
    and the dreaded corona virus

     

     

     

    wearing masks and gloves
    keeping a distance
    from anyone we encounter

    that is life it seems
    in the era of the corona virus

    when will it end
    no one knows
    until then
    I will brave the viral threat

    and confront my fears
    and walk in the park

    with the love of my life
    my bride my wife
    by my side

    in these challenging times
    that is all we can do

    A lone man stands in an empty parking lot

    empty parking lot
    empty parking lot

    A lone man stands in an empty parking lot

     

     

    contemplating the new normal
    social distancing run amuck

    as fears of the corona super plague
    plague the land
    driving everyone inside

    sheltering in place
    afraid to go out
    afraid of the deadly c virus

    The Virus King Cried

    the virus king cried
    virus king cried

    published in Muse McAalster Journal

    the virus king smiled
    as the politicians lied
    saying that the end was near
    the virus king infected thousands more
    and killed hundreds of people

    the virus king sneered
    as people panicked
    and partied on the beach
    the virus king infected thousands more
    and killed hundreds of people

    the virus king laughed
    as the markets crashed
    millions became unemployed
    the virus king infected thousands more
    and killed hundreds of people

    the virus king roared
    as the world slid into chaos
    people turning on one another

    the virus king infected thousands more
    and killed hundreds of people

    the virus king smirked
    knowing that there was nothing
    that they could do to stop
    his army from infecting millions
    and killing thousands

    the virus King begin to realize
    that soon there would be no one left
    no one for his army to infect
    as everyone was dying

    the virus King yelled
    remaining defiant
    as civilization collapsed
    billions were infected
    millions died

    the Virus King at last cried
    when he saw that he was defeated
    as one by one
    people began to recover
    and his reign of terror came to an end

    Bring out your dead

    grimm reaper
    grimm reaper

    the call bring out your dead
    spreads around the world
    as millions die

    all over the world
    the virus has spread
    mutated and killed

    all over the world
    bring out your dead

    the mournful cries
    echoing in the wind
    of the dying cities

    mass starvation
    as no is working
    in the fields

    as more people die
    and the world spins
    around the sun
    with the politicians lying
    and the dead still dying

    as civilization dies
    and humanity flee
    into the wilderness
    chased by the killer virus
    straight down to hell

    the corona virus is testing us all

    the corona virus is testing us all
    is it a plague
    sent by God
    if we have faith
    will we recover

    or it is beyond our control
    the end of the world
    does god hear our prayers
    does god even exist

    the virus from hell
    spreads around the world
    and test our faith

    will god save us all
    I have no answer
    but perhaps if god exists
    we will recover
    from this plague
    from hell

     

    the four horse men ready to ride

     

    four horsemen
    four horsemen

     

     

     

     

     

     

    the end of the world is upon us
    as god unleashes the corona virus
    which is spreading across the land

    the four horse men are ready
    to begin their grim journey
    announcing the end of the world

    the white horse comes first
    offering peace and hope
    in the midst of death
    and despair

    the red horse rides second
    ushering in war
    throughout the world
    as nations turn on each other
    and civil war looms

    the Black Horse is ready
    unleashing famine
    on a starving world
    as people stay at home
    and food rots in the field

    no one is able
    to work any more
    as the virus kills more
    and more

    the pale horse rides last
    bringing death
    in his wake
    death all around us

    as the virus kills us all
    and civilization ends

    the four horse men
    have done their job

    the virus finishes its reign of terror
    and the few survivors
    beging to recover

    end of the world
    came and went
    and they are still alive
    thanks to God

    who remains silent
    as always

    Last Human on Island

    in the deep blue sea
    nothing there
    but death and destruction
    virus all around
    pandemic plague
    Apocalyptic views
    end of times
    death of civilization

    Part Two Haiku, Haifu and CoVid Ku Poems

    corona virus Haiku

     

    corona virus
    corona virus

    corona virus

    staying home
    waiting for death
    Afraid everything

    the virus came from hell

    the virus came from hell
    staying home waiting for death
    Afraid everything

    Bring Out Your Dead

    bring out your dead cries
    break out all over the world
    we are waiting death

    death comes knocking

    death comes knocking
    on our doorsteps tonight
    will God hear prayers

    be afraid, afraid

    be afraid afraid
    Must be afraid every one
    Death is at our door

    The Virus Came From Hell

    the virus came from Hell
    ravaging the entire world
    all waiting for death

    Corona Virus Fears Tanka

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    cover 19

     

     

     

     

     

    Corona virus
    lurking fears all around me
    we all will die

    the TV screaming nonstop
    Must be afraid

    The call goes out

    the call goes out
    stay at home
    to beat the dreaded c virus
    will we live
    or all die?

    five Haiflu/covid ku poems

     

    corona virus

    corona virus
    spreading across the land
    death waiting for us

    end of the world

    corona virus
    it seems to be coming soon
    end of the world

    Walking in the woods

     

    walking in the woods
    amid corona virus
    waiting for my death

    To Wear or Not Wear a Mask

    to wear or not wear
    a mask is it just political
    makes a statement

    Watching the news

    watching the news
    crying at the growing deaths
    politicians lying

    Corona Cingku

    virus
    came from hell
    to wipe us out
    everyone must prepare
    meet God

    The End

  • More Short Cosmos Poems

    More Short Cosmos Poems

    More Short Cosmos Poems

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

    enjoy

    April 2018 Poems

    2017 April Poems

    April 2019 Poems

    haiku


    wiki

    Japanese short poetry forms

    Cosmos’s Cheritas and Haiku

    Coffee Poems

    Cherita Poems

     

    Current Haiku

    Index

    Part One Love Poems

    I will Love you until the end of time

    I will Love you until the end of time

    That is all I need to say

    That is all that there is

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

    In the beginning of the world

    In the beginning of the world

    I saw you there
    Walking off that bus

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

    Love Cherita -I Married the Girl of My Dreams

    I married the girl of my dreams

    First dreamt of her
    Back in 1974

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

    It All Began in Berkeley, California

    It All Began in Berkeley, California

    in the spring time of 1974
    one fateful afternoon

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

    I Looked Up

    I looked up

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

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

    She Disappeared

    She Disappeared

    like she was beamed
    away from my dream

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

     

    Little Did I Know

    Little Did I Know

    I would have to wait
    eight long years

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

    Starting that month

    Starting that month

    I began having the same dream
    Month and month and month

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

    Then one day

    then one day

    I had the dream
    and knew that she was in Korea

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

    Somehow knowing

    somehow knowing

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

    for three years
    I looked everywhere
    and never found her

    One Day I Had the Last Dream

    One day I had the last dream

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

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

    That Morning Early in the Morning

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

    This time I understood her
    She said,

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

    I Was Born Again That evening

    I Was Born Again that evening

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

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

    I was Speechless

    I was speechless

    I did not know what to do
    Wanted to tell her

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

    Over the Course of the Evening

    Over the course of the evening

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

    I muttered some lame excuse

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

    My New Life Began the Next Day

    My new life began the next day

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

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

    I Would Cancel Class

    I would cancel class

    and meet her then
    We went out for coffee

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

    I Told Her I Felt the Same Way

    I told her I felt the same way

    I proposed five days later
    And got married one month later

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

    But I Know That There Are Other Worlds

    But I Know That There Are Other Worlds

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

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

    She found me in 1974

    She Found Me In 1974

    But it took until 1982
    For us to actually meet

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

    And I still recall the dream

    and I still recall the dream

    I had no choice
    when  I met her

    we were fated
    to be together
    until the end of time

    End Dream Cherita

     

    Morning Delight

    Every morning

    When I wake up
    And see your face

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

    Best Love Cinquain

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

    True Dreams

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

    Truth

    Truth
    True story
    Love never ends
    Love at First Sight Love

    First Love

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

    Time

    Time
    Began
    That fine day
    Never Ending Love story

     First Kiss

    They say you always

    remember forever
    the first kiss of your life

    it happened to me
    back in 1967
    In Washington DC

    the first time

    I kissed a sweet girl
    I was eleven years in age

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

    Kissing Angela in the Bar

    My first kiss
    With my lovely wife
    Occurred in evil Itaewon

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

    Angela Cherita

    I have dreamt of you

    For almost seven long years
    And now you are here

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

    Thank to all the gods

    For bringing you in my life
    I will love you

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

    Angela  Haiku

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

    63 Years Young with You

    I am 63 years young

    63 years around the sun
    37 of those years

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

    63 years Around the Sun

    63 Years around the sun

    taught me a few things
    life is too short

    to carry a grudge
    live your Life
    Love a lot

    Another Love Cinquain

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

    Haiku Thinking of You

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

    Every Day I Wake Up

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

    Met My Fate

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

    Published Hello

    impossible Dreams

     

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

    impossible dreams
    sometimes they do come to life
    sometimes come true

    Impossible Dreams 2

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

    Life is but a Dream

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

    Married the Girl of My
    Dreams

    true love romance story

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

    Skinny Valentines

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

    Faces

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

     

     

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

    Shape of Sex

    Sexual desires
    Have a strange way about them

    Arriving unannounced
    Perhaps overwhelming at times

    Erupting out of nowhere
    Seriously disrupting my day’s plan

    GLOW

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

    Angela (Acrostic poem for Whispers)

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

    Angela My Soul Mate

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

    On Top of the World

    on top of the world
    looking down
    on all of  creation

    beneath my feet
    Thinking
    what a wonderful world
    this is

    as long as I have you
    by my side

    There is nothing more to be said

    There is nothing more to be said

    Nothing more I can add
    Nothing more than this

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

    A Message for You

    A message for you

    Love comes with the sunrise
    a message from God himself

     

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

    Love Endures

    Love Endures

    the longer I live
    the more I learn

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

    Success

    In 62 years around the sun

    I have learned a few things
    About life and the universe

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

    Spring Doositsu

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

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

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

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

    Love Triclinia

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

    Angela Fills Me with Red Passion

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

    Thanks Haiku

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

    Love Hexastich

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

    Love Sestet

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

    Everything  I Could Ever Dream

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

    Dreaming of You

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

    “What Dreams May Come “ from the Movie

    Meeting You

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

    the one thing I would still do
    is meeting you

    8 Years of Dreams

     

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

     

    There is always one more time

    There is always one more time

    There is always a second chance
    For love and happiness

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

    Best Friend for 55 years 

      

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

    My Memory Bank

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

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

    Best Friend in the Universe

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

    Published in “Whispers”

    Part Two Pain Poems

    Fake Pain Haiku version

    Fibromyalgia

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

    Magazine Bonsai Haiku

    Living with Pain Hanibun

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

    I know pain
    Intimately aware of every ache
    Every pain

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

    That saved my life
    But I am not one to complain

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

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

    Waiting for the grim reaper
    To finally claim me

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

    Hiking the Hills of My Youth

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    And wander about here
    and there Just being grateful

    That I am still alive
    And kicking at age 62

    Coffee Poems

    Coffee Haiku

     

    cup of coffee
    cup of coffee

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

     

    coffee drink of the gods

     

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

    coffee drink of the gods
    also drink of the dogs
    satan

    Coffee Madness

    coffee
    coffee

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

    More Coffee

     

    too much coffee
    too much coffee

     

    More coffee
    must have more
    it consumes me

    just need one more

    Darker Poems

    Nuclear War Looms

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

    Zombies Apocalypse

    audio clip includes Zombie poems, and Evil Fog

    the zombies unleashed
    killing everyone they see
    zombie apocalypse

    Zombies to the right of me

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

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

     

    Evil Fog

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

    Ghosts in Scotland

    While touring Scotland
    Meeting Ghosts in the wild moors

    I believe in ghosts

    The Future of NYC

    cherita re NYC
    NYC

     

     

     

     

     

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

    Fear of Falling While Sleeping

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

    Life is a Dream of Chocolate Covered Trees

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

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

    Spirits

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

    Freaky

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

    Scorpion Nights of Passion

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

    is this Scorpio buddha nature
    consumed with dark desires

    Looking at the Hidden Machinery of God

    One day
    I woke up
    and found myself

    in God’s hidden factory
    watching the machinery of God

    running the world
    and realized

    that God was indeed
    the chief engineer of the universe

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

    Endless Noises on TV

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

    Dangerous Times Tanka

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

    Dream What May Come

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

    Fate

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

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

    Solage Poems

    Darkness consumes Me

    Love Madness consumes me
    whatever will be will be
    love

    Dreaming Dark Dreams

    Dreaming Dark dreams
    wondering what will become of me
    death

    War Rumors of War

    war rumors of war
    spreading everywhere war
    destruction

    Are These the End of Time

    are these the end of time
    biblical prophecies
    Hell

    Florette Poems

    Twenty Twenty

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

    These Strange Visions

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

    howling at the Moon Florette

    howling at the moon
    the mad full moon
    filled with madness

    screaming like an escaped banshee
    pure madness

    I See the Moon Florette

    I see the blood red super blue moon
    smiling full moon

    dreaming of naked lovely
    moon maidens

    Moon over the mountains Florette

    Photo by Nishant Vyas on Pexels.com

    the blood red super blue full moon shines
    providing mad signs

     

     

    deep in mountains
    filled with thoughts of the moon
    howling

    The Evil Moon Florette

    the evil blue super full moon
    blood red blue moon

     

     

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

    Nature Poems

    Walking on the Path

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

    the World at Peace

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

    Falling Cherry Trees

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

    Two Cats

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

    Birds Flying Away

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

    The World Peace Forrest

     

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

    Deer in the Park

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

    Never Saw the Wild Pig

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

     

     

    Korean Charcoal Saunas

    korean charcoal
    saunas are amazing
    cure for everything

    Walking In Snow

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

    Contended Pigs

    Contended Pigs
    Increasing food costs
    Piles of rotten garbage

    Spring Time In Seoul

    Springtime In Seoul
    full of promised weather
    chase away winter

    At the Center

    at the center of
    all of reality
    a flower blossoms

    Australia and California Burning Bright

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

    26 Alphabetical Haiku

    Angela

    The Love of My Life

    A is for Angela Lee

    Love her Forever

    Breathing

    B is for breathing

    Sometimes I forget to do so

    And will pay the price 

    Charlie

    C is for Charlie

    All the Charlies in the world

    Every last one of them

    Demel

    D is for my Friend

    Demel Tucker was his name

    He died way too soon

    Evergreen 

    E is for ever green

    The Eucalyptus.  trees

    That cover the East Bay

    Friendship

    F is for friendship

    All my friends in the world

    I remember you

    Golf

    G is for golfing

    Sometime I never could do

    But always wanted

    Hotels

    H is for Hotels

    The best and the worst everywhere

    Here there and in SF

    Indians

    I is for Indians

    Indian and American

    And the Cherokees 

    Japan

    J is for Japan

    Japanese Food and Sake

    Hot Sake tonight

    Korean

    Best Korean Food

    K is for Korea

    Soju Malkali

     Latin

    L is for Latin

    The language I struggle with

    Latina lovers

    Mothers

    M for your mama

    My crazy Mother as well

    Everyone’s mothers

    Never

    N is for never

    Ever ever use the N Word

    Even amongst friends

    Ohio

    O for Ohio

    Oklahoma City too

    And Oregon

    Pennsylvania

    Pennsylvania

    Pittsburg and Phillie Cheese Steaks

    True Decadence

    Russia

    R for Russia

    The Russian gate

    Scandal de jour

    Queens

    Q is for my Queens

    My best LGBT friends

    Where ever they live

    Satanic

    S for Satanic

    I don’t believe you exist

    Powers and spells

    Turkey

    T is for Turkey

    The country and bird

    The Thanksgiving feasts

    Unwary

    U is unwary

    So Unfriendly

    So very un-cool

    Victory

    V is for victory

    V is for vegan veggies

    Very green smoothies

     Whatever

    Whatever will be

    Whoever you want to be

    Whatever  you want

     X Files

    X marks the spot here

    Burried treasures and loot

    Or just mad dreams

    Yes

    Y is for saying Yes

    Yes to everything under the sun

    And throughout the night

     Zoo

    Z is for the show Zoo

    Still haunts my every night mare

    The animals kill

    Computer Haiku

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    evil_computer_is_evil_by_insanefangirl_

    Damn It All to Hell

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

    I am Trapped

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

    My Damn Computer

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

    Computer On Strike

    My computer is on strike
    It refuses to work
    Usually nothing

    Computer Hates Me

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

    Computer Hates Me 2

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

    For once I Would Like

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

    Perhaps if I Am Nice

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

    Perhaps Today It Will

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

    My Bad Computer

    My bad computer
    Is so damn evil
    Almost killed me

    What a Fate I Have

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

    I Love My Machine

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

    My dear computer

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

    My favorite Haiku

    My favorite Haiku
    General failure reading
    Disk Drive Fata Error

    Who is General Failure

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

    Computer Tanka

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

    I hate my computer

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

    Ornery son of a bitch machine

    ornery machine
    Ornery son of a bitch machine
    Driving me insane

    My computer loves Me Not at All 

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

    My bad computer

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

    My mad computer

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

    Revenge is mine

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

    End Computer Haiku

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

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

     

    Nightmare Cinquain

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

    more Night mares

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

    Christmas Ronka

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

    Secrets

    Secrets
    Everywhere
    Constant lies and deceit
    Revolution in the air
    Everywhere

    All around us
    There is nothing but
    Secrets

    Lion Desires

    lion
    lion

    Lion
    Wild Beast
    In
    Dark jungle

     

     

    Finally emerging to hunt
    At dawn

    Hungry
    For breakfast
    Human-meat

     

     

     

     

    looking at the hidden machinery of God

    One day
    I woke up
    and found myself

    in God’s hidden factory
    watching the machinery of God

    running the world
    and realized

    that God was indeed
    the chief engineer of the universe

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

    Jake’s Golden Shovel

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

     

    Political Rants

    The Impeachment Trial

     

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

    Recently I Learned That I am Part Jewish

     

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

    Neo Fascism Must Be Defeated Again

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

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

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

    That is what we must vow every day
    Never again

     

    The Neo-Fascists Are On the March

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

    Panic

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

    in case
    I hear our dear leader
    constant chaos around us

    Trump

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

    Putin

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

    the end

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    April 2019 Poem a Thon

    Index

    63 Years Haut 

    A penitent Considers another Coming of Mary 

    Springtime in Seoul 

    today just for today

    Agnostic Dyslectic Wonders if There is a Dog

     It Can’t Happen Here or Has it? 

    So Excited to Be Alive at 63 all poetry

    Trump

    It’s a Dog’s Life 

    Scorpio Passion all poetry

    Just an Unhinged Werewolf Howling at the Moon 

    Glow  creative talent unleashed prompt 

    Old Lady and the Genie 

    Coffee Love Hate Affair

    Coffee Blues

    Morning Thoughts

    Santa James Came to Town

    Love Chinquapin 

    Nightmare butterfly chinquapin 

    Dedication to the Women I love

    The Art of Stealing Money, anatomy of a bank scam  

    Incheon Beach   waltz wave poem

    California Burning Bright

     Shaman Prays for Humanity  

     Catching the Trump Fever

    Releasing the Trump Monsters

    President Trump, International Fire Fighter in Chief

    Licenses 

    Darker Than You Think

    Berkeley Balanced 

     Springtime in Yeongjongdo 

    Four Haiku and One Tanka

    Life of an Exiled Poet Wandering the Mountains

    Walking Down the Snowing Path

    Here We Go Again

    NRA Stop Talking 

    2019 Poems

    note:   see 2019  poems page for audio and photos

    April 2019 Poems

    end note

     

    April 1, 63 Years Haut

    63 years old  

    taught me a few things 

    life is 

    to short

    to carry a grudge

    live and love a lot 

    April 1 A penitent Considers another Coming of Mary

    I sometimes wonder about the Virgin Mary

    I sometimes wonder about the Virgin Mary

    Wonder who she was and what she may

    Have had to do with the birth of the savior

    For I do not believe that story today

    or any day for that matter I can not  leave 

    these thoughts that hang in the air 

    thinking that she must have been with men

    and will be with them again

    April 1, Today Just for Today

    today just for today

    I plan to do nothing

    nothing at all

    just go with the flow

    of the day

    as the day turns into night

    and the night turns into sleep

    I will ride the wave 

    along with my love

    until the day is done

    April 2 Agnostic Dyslectic Wonders if There is a Dog

    an agnostic dyslectic

    stays up all night

    wondering if there is a dog

    the Buddhists wonder

    about the Buddha nature of the dog

    the evangelicals are sure that there is a dog

    and you must follow their dog

    or go to hell

    for following another’s dog

    the Muslims agree

    there is only one dog

    and the dogs

    smile at the foolishness

    of the human race

    of course, there is a dog

    and they are the master race

    as they growl at their owners

    who bow down

    and clean up their mess

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

    Every day when I watch TV

    I see the chattering classes

    The TV pundits

    And their guests

    Pontificate about this and that 

    And it seems to me 

    That they are missing the big picture

    In the era of Donald Trump

    Nothing that they say

    Will make a difference

    Donald Trump has slowly conquered

    The political world

    And he is shaping it into something

    That we had hoped we would never see

    A truly American neo-fascist state

    Wrapped around the flag

    And so-called Christian values

    And the latest made up outrage 

    And the chattering classes

    Don’t seem to understand

    That they are next 

    On the hit parade

    As the Donald Trump machinery

    Continues to take over the known universe

    The question used to be

    It can’t happen here

    The answer I am afraid 

    Is already has 

    April 3 So Excited to Be Alive

    I wake up

    with the dawning sun

    so excited

    to be alive

    at age 63

    I look at my sleeping beauty

    and realize yet again

    my life began

    the day I met her

    37 years ago

    she walked off a bus

    out of my dreams

    and into my life

    and my life began

    that autumn day

    when I met 

    the girl of my dreams

    April 4th Trump

    Triumphed against all enemies

    Remaining unvanquished

    Uniting all who oppose him 

    Might makes right 

    Patriots unite behind the Great Leader 

    April 4th I Want a Dog’s Life

    I want a dog’s life 

    That’s what I want in next life

    A dog needs to be cute

    And his master will feed him 

    It is a dog’s life for me 

    April 4th Just an Unhinged Werewolf Howling at the Moon

    as the lunatic light of the blood red moon

    the super blue moon lights up the night

    the werewolf stirs

    as the light shines on him

    slowly transforming him

    into a dark dangerous creature 

    of the lunatic night

    ready for his flight

    out into the world, 

    he emerges

    snarling 

    howling at the moon 

    just another unhinged 

    werewolf

    out for blood today

    howling at the moon

    April 4th Scorpion Nights of Passion

    Born in October 

    Scorpion Passionate fool

    Always taking the lead 

    consumed with dark desires 

    is this Scorpio buddha nature

    consumed with dark desires 

    April 5th GLOW

    Glowing light of the dawning sun

     Lights up my dismal room 

     Overwhelming me with love 

     Watching my dream girl sleep  

    April 6th The Old Lady and the Genie

    An old Chinese woman

    Stands in a field 

    On the lunatic edge of town

    Where drinkers gather to drink

    And woman of ill repute

    Play their games

    With the passing drunks

    Men ready for a night of passion

    She is holding a tea pot

    And proclaims 

    That the pot contains 

    A genie

    That will grant the new owner

    Three wishes

    She had to sell the pot

    Because her wishes came true

    And she smiles

    And laughs insanely

    The laughter dies

    And she implores people

    To buy her tea pot

    And put her out of misery

    Just buy my pot

    And your dreams will come true

    Be careful dear thought

    Remember all magic

    Comes with a price

    A terrible price 

    April 6th Back of the Bus

    Many years ago

    When I was a foolish young man

    I took a greyhound bus trip

    Just to see the country

    I was trapped 

    In the back of the bus

    Where the young 

    And restless souls

    Gathered together

    And drank illegally

    And smoked weed 

    Also illegally

    We stayed there 

    Until Winnemucca

    Where I got off 

    And found my bus pass

    Had found another owner

    And I went to Salt Lake City

    Still trapped in the back of the bus

    April 6th The Messenger Dog of God

    One day

    While studying in Rome

    As a priest

    I notice a small white dog

    Staring at me

    He glances at me

    Indicating that I am to follow him

    I get up

    And follow this strange dog

    He leads me deep 

    Inside the hidden depths 

    Of the Vatican

    Finally stopping by a door

    I open the door

    And see St Peter there

    He smiles 

    Dismisses the dog

    Who moves on down the hall

    Finished with his cosmic duty

    As the secret messenger of God

    All in a days work 

    I ask why am I here?

    St Peter says

    Why are any of us here?

    It is time for you to go

    But I don’t want to go

    Don’t want to leave this mortal plane

    St Peter smiles

    Says it is time to go 

    I wake up

    Back in my bed

    With my wife

    And realize it was all a dream 

    It was not yet time

    To go

    But I am afraid

    I will find the messenger dog

    Outside my door

    Any day now

    The grim reaper waits

    And it will soon be my time

    April 6 Coffee Love Hate Affair

    I love coffee 

    Always have

    Always will

    But I have a love hate affair

    With coffee

    Love it when it gets me up

    Flying high in the sky

    As the sun comes over

    Filling with hope

    And anticipation

    As I conquer the day’s

    Daunting tasks

    With a little help

    From my drug of choice

    But coffee turns on me

    Late in the day

    And I can’t not sleep

    As the coffee burns

    In my soul

    And I toss and turn

    And sleep no more

    Coffee does that to me

    And so, I am reduced 

    To drinking decaf coffee

    Not the same thing at all

    But that is all I can handle

    As I am a coffee addict 

    And always will be 

    April 6 Coffee Blues

    Coffee is my drug of choice

    Always has been

    Ever since I first tried

    As a young lad

    Loved coffee’s power

    To speed up my synaptic nerves

    Turning me on

    Keeping me going and going and going

    But there is a dark side to everything

    And coffee is a drug

    And it will take you 

    Where it wants to go

    Enslaving you 

    Making you its victim

    As it toys with you

    Messes with you

    Prevents you from sleeping

    Coffee is a harsh mistress

    It demands respect

    As you fall under it seductive powers

    Slave again 

    To the drug of choice

    Just another over caffeinated

    Coffee addict

    Stumbling along the street

    Looking for a fix

    At six in the morning

    As the coffee wears off

    And you finally 

    Can get some sleep

    Until the alarm 

    Blasts you away

    And you reach out 

    Trembling for you fix

    Coffee you scream out

    I need coffee

    The universe laughs

    As you get your coffee high

    Just another pathetic coffee junkie

    When all is said and done

    April 7th Morning Thoughts

    Every morning I wake up

    And see the love of my life

    Sleeping soundly

    In our bed

    The sun fills my room

    And I get up

    To do my morning routine

    Just marveling at the sight

    And as I do my thing

    I am drawn back to bed

    Just to look 

    At this strange creature

    That captured my heart

    So many years ago

    And I wonder yet again

    At the mystery of our love

    How and why 

    Did the universe bring us together

    Where did she come from

    And why did she summoned me 

    I have no answers

    Our love transcended

    The barriers of time 

    And space

    And somehow 

    We found each other

    And will be together

    Until the death of time

    April 8  Lucky Numbers Blues 

    There are many gambler’s fallacies

    the statisticians say 

    each roll of the roulette table

    is an independent event

    Yet the gamblers believe

    that if for example

    there were ten red numbers

    in a row

    that the next one should be black

    right

    A statistician in the U,K.

    decided to prove

    that the gamblers

    were all delusional

    in insisting that there were patterns

    in the endless spin of the wheel

    and that it was more of a curve

    that the noise of random numbers 

    after thousands of spins

    recorded on a computer

    the pattern was clear

    there was a bell shape curve

    with an upswing 

    and a downswing to the data

    an early experiment 

    in chaos theory

    but with a practical application

    if you are on a winning curve

    keep going until the curve

    turns into a losing curve

    then walk away

    and you might be a winner

    according to science

    but they have yet 

    to be able to prove/disprove

     

    that lucky numbers exist 

    for you and me

    mine was always 32

    and when it pops

    I swore that my lucky number

    came up 

    just a fluke 

    according to science

    another iron clad rule

    the regression to the mean

    the curve may go up 

    and may go down 

    but in the end 

    it regresses to the mean 

    and that means

    the house always win

    Anatomy of a legal Bank Scam 

    Not too long ago

    One trusted the banks

    And the government

     

    With your money,

    your stocks

    Your investments

    Your financial life

     

    Then the states discovered

    That if you claim

    Because you did not look at your account

    Or perform an activity

     

    They can send it to the State

    Where it goes

    into the lost property division

    And the State can sell your assets

     

    The banks are required to notify you

    they never send you a letter

    They falsely claim

    They don’t have your address

     

    Yet three months

    before they had sent you a statement

    which did not bounce

     

    so you received it

    three months later

    without your knowledge or permission,

     

    the bank declares

    your property has been abandoned

    violating their own rules

    they have to wait three years

    of no “activity”

     

    but they send it in after 15 months

    why ?

    because they can

     

    because you are nothing to them

    but small cash they can steel

    Then the State sends you

    An official-looking letter

    That screams fraud

    You call the Bank Fraud’s office

     

    They claim

    It was a bogus letter

    Your account is just fine

    And you do nothing

     

    Until the banks confirm

    Oh yes we sent your funds

    To the state

    As per our strict rules

     

    They did nothing wrong

    You see

    Did not know how to contact you

    They falsely claim

     

    The state tells you file

    A claim

    and because the amount is relatively small

    no lawyer will help you

     

    and the banks

    will laugh at you

    for trusting them

    to do the right thing

     

    the true bank robbers

    are the banks

    and the crooked states

    working in cahoots

     

    who love to steal

    your money

    because well they can

    and they  just did

     

    caveat emptor

    my friends

    the banks are not your friend

    they will rip you off

     

    with endless nonsensical fees

    and rules

    and red tape

    and blame you for complaining

     

    eventually, you may recover

    your funds

    After a long fight

    perhaps not

     

    welcome to American banking world

    where financial crime

    is not a crime

    in the land of the no longer free

     

    Jake Aller

    one of your millions of customers

    you screwed over

    Ugh

    April 9 Love Chinquapin

    My Love

    Haunting my dreams

    Nightly talking to me 

    Then walked out of the dreams into 

    my Life

    April 10th Nightmare Butterfly Chinquapin

    Night mares

    Endless fears all night long

    Huge Monsters chasing me

    Hideous Creatures from Hell Itself

    Monsters

    Fiendish Hell hounds escaped Banishes

    screaming bloody murder

    they chase me all the way

    I die

    April 10  Nightmare Chinquapin

    Night mares 

    Endless fears all night long 

    Can’t escape running from these dreams

    All night  

    April 11 Dedication Poem to the women in my Dreams

    Dedicated to the woman of my Dreams

    women

    lives in my dreams

    I dedicate this poem

    You came out of my nightly dreams 

    My Love

    My Love

    I dreamt of you 

    For eight long years starting 

    Dream of you in 79 met in

    82

    82

    We met in that year

    Love at first sight I knew

    You were the one for me my dream girl

    My Love

    The Art of Stealing Money –Anatomy of a Bank Scam

    The bankers 

    God rest their evil souls

    Have mastered the art

    Of stealing 

    Their client’s money

    Through one means or another

    Your money

    Is their money

    And their money 

    Is none of your business

    Recently we fell victim 

    To such a scam

    We had stocks in a bank

    But we failed 

    To actively manage the account

    And the bank said 

    Because we had not acted

    On the account 

    Over three years 

    We had abandoned the account

    We fell victim 

    to such a scam 

    The bank 

    was supposed to

    To contact us

    But they lied, 

    claimed

    That they did not know

    Where we were

    And could not contact us

    Thus, our account 

    disappeared 

    Into the hands 

    Of the greedy 

    State of Delaware

    We have to reclaim

    The money

    That the bank

    Through their mistake

    Sent to Delaware

    If the bank 

    makes a mistake

    You loose

    If you make a mistake

    They win

    That’s all part of the art

    Of stealing your money

    All in a day’s work

    For the evil soul sucking bankers

    The so called masters of the universe

    Incheon Beach Waltz Wave Poem 

    beach

    near home

    now

    sun set

    The West Sea

    Incheon

    sea

    Spring Time

    night sun set

    over the sea 

    Sun goes down 

    near by 

    beach

    water 

    waves come in

    over beach

    view 

    is great

    nice

    California Burning Bright

    California

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

    April 15, 2019  Prayers for the Future of the Planet 

    A shaman priestess

    Is deep in thought 

    Engaged in Meditation 

    on the fate 

    Of the earth 

    She is deep in the cosmic woods

    In the world between worlds

    Where she is communing

    With the spirits of the universe

    Who listen to her tale of woe

    She tells them 

    Of the rise of the neo fascists

    And the refusal to address

    The possible end of the world

    Due to run away climate change

    She prays and prays

    And finally

    She receives an answer

    More a prediction

    It is all up to humans 

    She has two visions

    Of a possible future

    Two contrasting visions

    One a dystopian nightmare

    The other an optimistic vision 

    The first 

    The neo fascists

    Seize control

    And usher in a dystopian nightmare

    That ends with utter destruction

    Nuclear war

    Nuclear winter

    Ends climate change

    As civilization ends

    And mankind retreat to caves

    And it happens

    In a blink of an eye

    In less than five years

    The world will end 

    Game over civilization ends 

    The second vision

    The optimistic vision

    Humanity wakes up

    From their collective night mare

    Throws off the neo-fascist cabal

    And begin to change the world

    Making the economy works 

    For all of us

    Not just the corrupt 1 percent

    The so-called masters of the Universe

    They are overthrown

    In a people’s power revolution

    All over the world

    People wake up

    Demand change

    And slowly the world

    Begins to recover

    And overcome 

    The dark hours

    Of the present age

    The shaman priestess

    Returns home

    To spread the word

    It up to us

    To choose our fate

    The end is indeed near

    It is darker than you think

    But it is not over yet

    If we choose the path

    Of the cosmic light

    And overthrow

    The neo fascist cabal

    And restore democracy

    And peace will break out

    And all will end well

    If not

    Well she says

    You have been warned

    The universe has spoken

    So, mote it be

    April 16, 2019

    Why do all fake Natives call themselves “Cherokees”?

    Erasure Poem 

    So many fake Indians these days

    Elizabeth Warren is one

    And according to my DNA results

    I am too

    But my grand-parents spoke Cherokee my mom claims

    And they disappeared into the hills 

    She claims

    Is the DNA test wrong?

    Was I adopted ?

    Or is it possible

    That I am a real deal

    A real Cherokee

    Or am I fake Cherokee???

    A Cherokee weighed in on this on Quora

    First, I would never call them “fake Natives”. 

    They are 99% white,

     mostly Blue-collar, and New Age Hippie,

     Anglo-Americans 

    who are simply 

    lost without their own specific identity 

    that they can proudly Claim, 

    so therefore,

     they search for a certain Popular,

     Romanticized segment of Indigenous People 

    that will “fit” 

    into their Family’s historical Lore.

    Second, it just happens to ALWAYS be … 

    the Cherokee … 

    sometimes, 

    either Blackfoot or Lakota.

    AND, “My GGM was a Cherokee Princess”,

     as an add-on VALUE.

    This is primarily

     because of the vast area 

    formerly inhabited by the Cherokee.

     However, the tribes’ interaction 

    with European immigrants since colonial times, 

    led to a great deal of intermarriage 

    with non-indigenous populations.

    In many cases people have limited knowledge 

    of the other Native American nations, 

    that inhabited the areas in which they live. 

    However, a lot of this is wishful thinking, 

    and these people have African American 

    or other non-European ancestry.

    It is fashionable to claim indigenous ancestry , 

    in an attempt to legitimize t

    Their sense of belonging on our lands.

    The reason is simple,

     they don’t know the names of the other tribes.

    There has never been a song called 

    “Indian Reservation” about Apache People

     or any other tribe but, the Cherokee.

    “Indian Reservation” 

    by Paul Revere and the Raiders.

    So if those people aren’t Cherokee 

    by blood at least it’s in spirit.

    And so I conclude

    I may be part Cherokee

    Part of the lost tribe

    Of the Cherokee

    But who really knows 

    My mother took many things

    With her to the grave

    Lots of family secrets

    Things I will never know

    But in my heart

    I know

    That I am part Cherokee

    And so I will proudly 

    Claim I am part Cherokee

    In spirt 

    If not in blood

    Catching the Trump Madness

    It seems that every day

    The trump madness deepens

    As our leader descends 

    Into dementia and madness

    And his followers continue 

    To follow having drunk the Kool aide

    They don’t see the madness 

    That Trump has engendered

    They are immune from all criticism

    It is all fake news to them

    Nothing but nonsense

    Part of the anti-Trump cabal

    And as the world descends 

    Into more madness

    Led by the mad king 

    I despair

    Wondering if and when

    The world will wake up

    And shake off this madness

    This trump fever

    Releasing the Trump Monsters

    The Trump madness deepens

    And the world grows darker

    The evil ones have been released

    The wild things are growling

    The dogs of war

    Satan’s hell hounds

    Are on the loose

    Howling at the moon

    Running amuck

    Infecting us all

    With their madness

    As we all turn into mindless zombies

    Filled with hatred

    Jealousy and insanity

    As Trump and his neo-fascist

    Cabal unleash the monsters

    Of their dangerous id

    Devouring all reason

    Turning all they see

    Into raving lunatics

    As they set the world on fire

    Ushering in the ends of days

    Armageddon looms

    Will Trump be raptured away?

    Only God knows

    And he is not telling

    As we descend 

    Into the maelstrom 

    Hoping against hope

    That we can overcome

    The monsters 

    That Trump has unleashed

    In the end 

    Perhaps it does not matter

    As the world careens

    Deeper into hell

    There is no end 

    Nothing but despair

    Forever and ever

    The Trump madness never ends

    President Trump International Fire Fighter in Chief?

    Our dear leader

    Our favorite President

    President Trump

    Once again

    Interjected himself

    Into areas that he knows nothing about

    Making a fool of himself 

    In the process

    Why does he do this?

    Time after time

    Talking nonsense

    It is because

    He is the smartest man

    In the universe

    Knows more than anyone else

    And so he feels

    He has to comment

    On everything

    Under the sun

    And then some more

    Even when he 

    Does not know 

    What he is talking about

    So painful to watch such a fool

    Mark Twain had sage advice

    If you want people to think 

    You are a fool

    Open your mouth 

    and remove all doubt

    In the midst 

    Of the devastating Paris Norte Dame Fire

    He tweeted 

    “So horrible to watch the massive fire 

    at Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris,”

    “Perhaps flying water tankers 

    could be used to put it out. 

    Must act quickly!”

    Later, Mr. Obvious noted, 

    They’re having a terrible, 

    terrible fire,” 

    Mr Trump later told reporters. 

    “It looks like it’s burning to the ground.”

    The French were not amused

    By the unwanted advice

    By the fire fighter in chief 

    France’s civil defense agency, 

    Sécurité Civile, tweeted — 

    once in French 

    and once in English 

    — less than two hours after Mr Trump 

    sent his tweet 

    and appeared 

    to directly respond to the US president.

    “Helicopter or aeroplane, 

    the weight of the water 

    and the intensity of the drop 

    at low altitude 

    could indeed weaken 

    the structure of Notre Dame 

    and result in collateral damage 

    to the buildings in the vicinity,” 

    the agency wrote in French.

    And despite never posting updates in English, 

    the agency then sent out a second tweet.

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

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

    And the French provided

    This helpful advice 

    To the Fire Fighter in chief

    When California burned 

    you did not seem to be a fire expert.

     Please, shut up. 

    It is a tragic moment 

    for the cultural heritage of humanity.

    Licenses

    Bankers have a license to steal

    money from their clients 

    if you make a mistake

    the bank can steal your money

    as part of their banking license

    Governments have a license

    to steal money from the public

    its is called taxation

    or confiscation 

    It seems that police these days

    have a license 

    to kill unarmed brown people

    but only brown people

    and the president 

    has a license to lie

    as he lies all the time

    just because he can

    and I have the ultimate license

    the poetic license

    to write these verses

    to enlighten the masses

    Balanced in Berkeley

    Born in Berkeley, California

    a product of the wild 70’s

    just a lost white brother 

    hanging about 

    downtown 

    brothers

    can you hang about  

    listen to me  lover

    wildness left from the 60’des 

    want to fly away from California  

    brothers

    leave the 60’s

    ride away my lover 

    can you dig that without a doubt

    born in Berkeley, California 

    It is Darker Than You Think

    It is darker than you think

    an old hag

    an old witch
    strictly old school
    is talking to young people

    She tells them
    that it is darker
    than they think
    the end times approach

    She proclaims
    she sees the world ending
    and is warning them
    of what is to come

    She is following
    the dark master
    of the universe
    waiting for the end

    and she is afraid
    she sees the world
    the end of things
    the end of life

    She is afraid
    she tells her students
    to boldly face
    the coming end

    Spring Time Sketch in Youngjongdo, Korea

    In the early morning dawn

    I like to go for a walk

    Down among the cherry trees

    And flowering plants

    Just to welcome

    Another fine spring day

    As the sun comes up

    Dispelling my dismal mood

    And filling me 

    With love

    Hope and peace

    As I walk the path

    Of the world peace forest

    Near my island home

    Near the chaos of the airport

    Through the forest

    and over the mountain

    breathing the spring time air

    alive filled with life

    and I think to myself

    this moment 

    is the moment

    that I am meant to experience

    life itself

    and nothing more

    nothing less

    Just breath in life 

    Four Haiku

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

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

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

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

    Dangerous Times Tanka

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

    Hidden Jewels in Seoul

    In Seoul

    A vibrant thriving city

    Of a million stories

    Of a million tales 

    There are hidden jewels

    All around the city

     

    The city is laced 

    With secret mountain paths

    Only the locals know 

     

    Where these paths go

    As the mountain paths

    Criss cross the city

     

    Every neighborhood

    Has their mountain

     

    At the top

    Lies the exercise equipment

    And old men and woman

     

    Perhaps the guardian angels

    Of the mountain

     

    Mountain spirits 

    Stand guard 

    At the top of the mountain

     

    Looking down 

    At the teaming masses

     

    Old men and woman

    Walk about 

    In the trails

     

    High in the mountains

    The city is also laced

    With canals and stream beds

     

    Everywhere you wander

    You are not far from water ways

     

    The secret trails cover the city

    Yet the city does not seem 

    To know how to promote

     

    These wondrous trails

    Yes, the city of Seoul

    Is filled with hidden treasures

    Hidden gems

    Deep in the mountains 

     

    As I walk in the hills

    Lost in thought

     

    The cherry trees 

    Snowing all around

     

    I reflect again

    On the hidden gems

    The hidden trails

    The hidden treasure of Seoul 

    Life of an Exiled Poet Wandering the Mountains

    I am living a lonely life

    Exiled from my home land

    A stranger in a strange land 

    Far from where I grew up 

    Searching for what I lost 

    Just an exiled poet

    Wandering the mountains

    Deep in thought

    Wondering what 

    Adventures wait me 

    As I wander the mountain paths

    Wandering here and there 

    Just searching for my lost life

    Wondering where my life 

    Has gone so terribly wrong 

    And why I am on this path 

    I see on the mountain path

    A secret climbing cave

    And I enter the cave

    Hoping to find

    A portal 

    Back to my lost world

    To my lost time

    To the beginning

    Of my journal

    The beginning

    Of my long exile 

    But I can’t find 

    My way back

    And am soon lost 

    And so I become

    A ghost like figure

    A lost soul of the damn

    Doomed to wander 

    The world 

    Wandering the mountains

    Lost in dark thoughts 

    Forever exiled

    From my love 

    Walking Down the Frozen White Path

    walking down the frozen white path

    as the evening starts to falls 

    as I walk in the snow and talk

    listening to the bird calls

    filling the air with the music of Bach 

    I find myself getting lost 

    as I continue my lonely walk

    death waits heading to the end of time 

    As I walk the snowing cold path

    the dark evil evening continues to fall

    the very stars are on the war path

    lightening the up air as they fall 

    littering the ground with their cosmic sprawl

    as the dying sun sets into the dark night 

    I come upon an ancient ruined wall 

    No one around as the end time approaches 

    I continue my lonely dismal walk 

    Rushing towards the end of time

    no more time for mere talk 

    death waits heading to the end of time

    Here We Go Again

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

    As the nation
    And world
    Prepares to choose

    The next leader
    Of these disunited States
    Of America

    Will the people
    Wake up
    And toss

    The boy child president
    Out on his proverbial butt?

    Will sanity prevail
    And reason return
    To the body politic?

    One can only hope
    But I fear
    That the Trumpmeister

    And the dark shadow figures
    Behind him

    Have many cards
    Up their proverbial sleeves

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

    Where the bodies are buried
    For they buried the bodies

    And are prepared
    To do
    Whatever it takes

    To ensure
    Their buddy

    Their clown show
    Enabler

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

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

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

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

    And so, here we go again
    And again

    Until the end of time itself
    A constant battle

    Against the dark evil forces
    Conspiring against common good

    To them
    We are just cogs
    In the machinery
    Mere inputs

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

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

    NRA Please Stop Talking

    Another day
    Another mass shooting
    Another incident
    of domestic terrorism

    another gun man
    killing people
    because just because

    The NRA
    And their stooges
    Come out

    Flood the airways
    With their noxious
    Poisionous weasel words

    The NRA says
    Mass shootings
    Are like the weather

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

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

    Only solution
    Is more guns
    For everyone

    An armed society they say
    Is a polite society

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

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

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

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

    In America
    Land of the free
    Home of the brave

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

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

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

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

    We need prayers
    And meaningless thoughts

    Universal background checks
    Too onerous

    Registering guns
    Too burdensome

    Researching gun violence
    waste of tax payer money

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

    in the end
    the NRA will keep talking
    talking and talking

    preventing anything
    from being done

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

    So my plead
    This day

    To the NRA
    And their stooges

    Talk is cheap
    Your comments
    Are not helping

    If you can’t
    Be a part of the solution
    Just stop talking
    Please stop talking

    And let the rest
    Of us
    Figure out

    How to stop
    The madness in the streets
    And stop the carnage

    So NRA

    Please
    just
    stop
    talking
    Now

    The End

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

    2017 April Poems

    Index

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

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

    April 2018 Poems

    Index

    April 01  Thank God For Angela 

    April 02, 2018  Angela Haiku 

    April 03, 2018  2007 How Much I Despise You 

    April 03 Trump’s Wall Against Reason 

    April 04  It Has been Done Before 

    April 05  Walls Divide Us  

    April 06 Mr. Trump Tear Down this Wall 

    April 07   Angela Lee  

    April 08  Trump

    April 09 Trump 

    April 10 Haiku

    April 11 Hiking in the Spring time Snow 

    April 12  Learning I am Part Jewish 

    April 13 There is Nothing More to be Said

    April 14  Hiking the Hills of My Youth Hanibun 

    April 15 Living with Pain Hanibun

    April 16  Five Signs of the Apocalypse 

    April 17  Emperor Surveys the Eastern Sea 

    April 18  The General Unleashes the Kraken 

    April 19  Plead to the Computer Gods 

    April 20  Number of the Beast  

    April 21  The Neo-Fascists are Let loose 

    April 22  Life In Between 

    April 23  the Light Will Prevail April 

    April 24 April 19   Samonka for Angela 

    April 25  62 Years Young 

    April 26  Married Girl of My Dreams  

    April 27  The Darkness Grows  

    April 28 It was God’s Will They Say 

    April 29  Looking Out My Window 

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

    April 01  Thank God For Angela

    the end

  • Poetry Soup Poems 2016-2019

    Poetry Soup Poems 2016-2019

     

    Cosmos’s Poetry Soup Poems 2016-2019

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

    poetry soup link

    cosmic Haiku and other short poems

    Guns KIll People

    2017 April Poems

    April 2018 Poems

    April 2019 Poems

    Vietnam Poems

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

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

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

    here then are my gun poems

    index

    Another Day Another Shooting

    Mr. President Words Matter

    Chief of Staff, You are Absurd

    Guns Kill People

    NRA Please Stop Talking

    More Guns for Everyone in the World

    Virginia Beach Massacre Never Again Ever

    It’s a Gun Situation, Mr. President

    Prayer Works

    I don’t Get It

     

    Another Day Another Shooting

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    welcome to America
    land of the free
    home of the brave

    Mr. President Words Matter

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    Mr President
    Words matter
    your words matter

    your words of hate
    your words of division

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

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

    and some deranged people
    take action
    on your call
    for action

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

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

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

    and you
    have the gall
    to call yourself
    A Christian

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

    please man up
    accept your responsibility
    set things right
    apologize

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

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

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

    but please
    quite the words
    of hate
    the words that hurt

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

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

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

    Chief of Staff, You are Absurd

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    Guns Kill People

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    Guns
    guns kill people
    guns do kill people

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

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

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

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

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

    guns for everyone
    cries the NRA
    that’s the solution

    The president
    and his supporters
    deny the obvious

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

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

    straight to hell
    and back

    where with any luck
    Satan will use you
    as target practice

    NRA Please Stop Talking

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    Another day

    Another mass shooting
    Another incident

    of domestic terrorism
    another gun man

    killing people

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

    With their noxious

    Poisonous weasel words
    The NRA says

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

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

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

    IF guns were outlawed
    Only outlaws
    Would have guns

    Only solution
    Is more guns
    For everyone
    An armed society

    they say
    Is a polite society
    Support for gun control
    Is

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

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

    Jesus would want us all
    to be armed
    with machine guns

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

    With heavy arms
    In America

    Land of the free
    Home of the brave

    We can’t do anything
    At all

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

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

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

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

    Universal background checks
    Too onerous

    Registering guns
    Too burdensome

    Researching gun violence
    waste of tax payer money

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

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

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

    So my plead
    This day

    To the NRA

    and their stoogies

    Talk is cheap
    Your comments
    Are not helping

    If you can’t
    Be a part of the solution

    Just stop talking
    Please stop talking
    And let the rest

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

    And stop the carnage
    So NRA
    Please
     just
     stop
     talking
     Now

    More Guns for Everyone in the World

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    The Trump administration 

    Sought to relax export rules for American small arms,

     including semiautomatic rifles, handguns, and sniper rifles.

    Because the NRA said 

    the solution to gun violence

    aIs more guns

     for everyone in the world

    Everyone should be able

     to buy American made weapons

    The best in the world after all

    And everyone in the world 

    needs what the US 

    Wants to sell

    The shift,

     is championed by gunmakers

     who say it

     will make them more competitive 

    in the international market. 

    Critics argue 

    an export policy 

    that favors commercial interests

     could put the national security

     of the United States at risk 

    or harm diplomatic efforts.

     “This decision is also politically tone-deaf 

    as our nation reckons 

    with a gun violence epidemic.”

    A State Department spokesman 

    said that the change

     would ease the regulatory burden 

    on American gun makers

     and allow them to compete better globally.

    Currently, the Department of State 

    monitors exports of nearly all weapons 

    .

    “The world of firearms exports 

    is full of questionable, dubious characters.”

    the Department of Justice

     and Department of Homeland Security

     criticized the change 

    because it could make it

     easier for transnational criminal organizations

     or terrorists to get American-made guns.

    But the NRA

    They don’t care

    More guns for all

    Is the solution to all gun violence

    And sadly,  our President 

    Has sold his soul

    To the NRA

    Who offered him 

    Millions of dollars

    In blood money

    more guns for everyone

    based on following article

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    Virginia Beach Massacre Never Again Ever

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

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

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

    Caused by the demons
    His soul was so infected

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

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

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

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

    Virgina Beach massacre

    Virgina Beach massacre
    Just another

    Average night in America
    An Active Shooter

    scumbagery violence
    Rarely seen

    in this jaded wild world
    Gone in one hour

    In a spasm of horrific
    scumbagery

    In just a less than 30 short minutes
    Nothing more than

    In just a few short 30 moments
    All the victims

    were murdered while at their daily work
    wrong place wrong time

    act of a demotic deranged madman
    voices screaming Kill

    The voices scream death to all humans
    All must be killed

    The voices scream over and over
    All must die now

    Just another night in America
    Home of the free

    It’s a Gun Situation, Mr. President

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    Not Islamic terrorists
    Most are in fact
    Self-proclaimed Christians

    So Mr. President
    When will you come to your senses

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

    And tell the NRA
    they can take their blood money elsewhere

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

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

    Prayer Works

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    Dear Speaker Ryan

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

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

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

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

    Your answer
    Is Prayer works
    Government action does not

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

    So here’s my prayer for you
    And your colleagues

    When you die
    I pray that God
    Will send you

    And your friends
    Straight to hell

    Where Satan and his demons
    Will use you for target practice

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

    I don’t Get It

     

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

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

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

    Because a mad man
    Got a gun

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

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

    And do something
    About gun violence

    That’s a prayer
    I hope works

    Prayer Does Not Work

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

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

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

     

    It is Darker Than You Think

     

     

    an old hag

    an old witch
    strictly old school

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

    the end times approach
    She proclaims
    she sees the world ending

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

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

    the end of things
    the end of life
    She is afraid

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

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

    they will be born
    again as things
    circle back

    to the beginning
    of the end
    and the end

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

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

    at the end of time

    License

     

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

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

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

    and the president
    has a license
    to lie

    as he lies
    all the time
    just because he can

    and I have
    the ultimate license

    the poetic license
    to write
    these verses
    to enlighten the masses

    Why Are There So Many Fake Cherokees

    Erasure Poem

    So many fake Indians these days
    Elizabeth Warren is one

    And according to my DNA results
    I am too

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

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

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

    A Cherokee weighed in on this on Quora

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

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

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

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

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

    sometimes,
    either Blackfoot or Lakota.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    Of the Cherokee
    But who really knows

    My mother took many things
    With her to the grave

    Lots of family secrets
    Things I will never know

    But in my heart
    I know
    That I am part Cherokee

    And so I will proudly
    Claim I am part Cherokee

    In spirt
    If not in blood

    Love Cinquain

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

    Nightmare Cinquain

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

     

    Man Child President

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

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

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

    The little man child
    Lost millions of dollars

    The little man child
    Lost the popular vote

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

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

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

    The country
    Before he is through

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

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

    President Trump International Fire Chief

    Our dear leader
    Our favorite President
    President Trump

    Once again
    Interjected himself
    Into areas that he knows nothing about

    Making a fool of himself
    In the process

    Why does he do this?
    Time after time
    Talking nonsense

    It is because
    He is the smartest man
    In the universe

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

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

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

    In the midst
    Of the devastating
    Paris Norte Dame fire

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

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

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

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

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

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

    once in French
    and once in English

    — less than two hours after Mr Trump

    sent his tweet
    and appeared

    to directly respond to the US president.

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

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

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

    the agency then sent out a second tweet.

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

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

    And the French provided

    This helpful advice
    To the Fire Fighter in chief

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

    Please, shut up.

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

    Catching the Trump Madness


    Releasing the Trump Monsters

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

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

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

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

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

    Devouring all reason
    Turning all they see
    Into raving lunatics

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

    Armageddon looms
    Will Trump be raptured away?

    Only God knows
    And he is not telling

    As we descend
    Into the maelstrom
    Hoping against hope

    That we can overcome
    The monsters
    That Trump has unleashed

    In the end
    Perhaps it does not matter

    As the world careens
    Deeper into hell
    There is no end

    Nothing but despair
    Forever and ever

    prayer for future of the planet

    A shaman priestess
    Is deep in thought

    Engaged in Meditation
    on the fate
    Of the earth

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

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

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

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

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

    She has two visions
    Of a possible future

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

    The first
    The neo-fascists
    Seize control

    And usher in a dystopian nightmare
    That ends with utter destruction

    Nuclear war
    Nuclear winter
    Ends climate change

    As civilization ends
    And mankind retreat to caves

    And it happens
    In a blink of an eye

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

    The second vision
    The optimistic vision

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

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

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

    They are overthrown
    In a people’s power revolution

    All over the world
    People wake up
    Demand change

    And slowly the world
    Begins to recover
    And overcome

    The dark hours
    Of the present age

    The shaman priestess
    Returns home
    To spread the word

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

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

    If we choose the path
    Of the cosmic light

    And overthrow
    The neo-fascist cabal
    And restore democracy

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

    Well she says
    You have been warned

    The universe has spoken
    So, mote it be

    lucky numbers blues

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

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

    in a row
    that the next one should be black
    right

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

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

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

    the pattern was clear
    there was a bell shape curve

    with an upswing
    and a downswing to the data

    an early experiment
    in chaos theory

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

    turns into a losing curve
    then walk away

    and you might be a winner
    according to science

    but they have yet
    to be able to prove/disprove

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

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

    just a fluke
    according to science

    another iron clad rule
    the regression to the mean

    the curve may go up
    and may go down

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

    the house always wins

     morning thoughts

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

    Sleeping soundly
    In our bed
    The sun fills my room

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

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

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

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

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

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

    And somehow
    We found each other
    And will be together

    Until the death of time

    April 8th Santa James Comes to Town

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

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

    Life can be better
    Love can conquer hate

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

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

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

    And somehow he conquered the town
    Who adopted him

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

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

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

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

    Playing piano
    Given a room to stay in

    Spoke at the local schools
    And churches

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

    And life story
    Even though he was blind

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

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

    We have the power
    To reject hate
    To reject division

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

    We could heal our wounds
    And become united again

    That is my prayer
    Perhaps Santa James
    Is really a saint

    The real thing
    Who knows

    All we know
    Is that Santa James
    Came to town

    And the rest
    Is the history
    We will make of it

    Long Live Santa James

     Coffee  Love Hate Affair

    I love coffee
    Always have
    Always will

    But I have
    a love-hate affair
    With coffee

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

    Filling with hope
    And anticipation

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

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

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

    And I toss and turn
    And sleep no more

    Coffee does that to me
    And so,

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

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

    Coffee Blues

    Coffee
    is my drug
    of choice
    Always has been

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

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

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

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

    Enslaving you
    Making you its victim
    As it toys with you

    Messes with you
    Prevents you
    from sleeping

    Coffee
    is a harsh mistress
    It demands respect

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

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

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

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

    Coffee

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

    Just another pathetic
    coffee junkie
    When all is said

    and done

     Messenger Dog of God

    One day
    While studying in Rome
    As a priest

    I notice a small white dog
    Staring at me

    He glances at me
    Indicating that I am to follow him

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

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

    I open the door
    And see St Peter there

    He smiles
    Dismisses the dog
    Who moves on down the hall

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

    St Peter says
    Why are any of us here?

    It is time for you to go

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

    Says it is time to go
    I wake up

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

    It was not yet time
    To go

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

    Any day now
    The grim reaper waits

    And it will soon be my time

    just for today

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

    just go with the flow

    of the day

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

    with my love

    until the day is done

    it’s a dog’s life for me

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

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

    or go to hell
    for following another’s dog

    the Muslims agree

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

    of course, there is a dog

    and they are the master race

    as they growl at their owners
    who bow down

    and clean up their mess

    it can’t happen, or has it

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

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

    Nothing that they say
    Will make a difference

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

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

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

    And the chattering classes
    Don’t seem to understand

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

    The question used to be

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

    so excited to be alive

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

    to be alive

    at age 63

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

    te day I met her

    37 years ago

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

    and my life began
    that autumn day

    when I met
    the girl of my dreams

    trump

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

    Patriots unite behind the Great Leader

    just an unhinged werewolf howling at the moon

     

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

    the werewolf stirs
    as the light shines on him

    slowly transforming him

    into a dark dangerous creature
    of the lunatic night

    ready for his flight

    out into the world,
    he emerges

    snarling

    howling at the moon

    just another unhinged

    werewolf
    out for blood today

    howling at the moon

    scorpion night of passion

    Born in October
    Scorpion Passionate fool
    Always taking the lead

    consumed with dark desires

    is this Scorpio buddha nature

    consumed with dark desires

    Glow

     

     

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

    Watching my dream girl sleep

    old woman and the genie

    An old Chinese woman

    Stands in a field
    On the lunatic edge of town

    Where drinkers gather to drink

    And woman of ill repute

    Play their games

    With the passing drunks
    Men ready for a night of passion

    She is holding a tea pot

    And proclaims

    That the pot contains

    A genie
    That will grant the new owner

    Three wishes

    She had to sell the pot

    Because her wishes came true

    And she smiles
    And laughs insanely

    The laughter dies

    And she implores people

    To buy her tea pot

    And put her out of misery
    Just buy my pot

    And your dreams will come true

    Be careful dear thought

    Remember all magic

    Comes with a price
    A terrible price

    trapped back of the bus

    hitching a ride

     

    Back of the Bus

    Many years ago

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

    Just to see the country

    I was trapped
    In the back of the bus

    Where the young
    And restless souls

    Gathered together

    And drank illegally
    And smoked weed

    Also illegally
    We stayed there

    Until Winnemuca

    Where I got off
    And found my bus pass

    Had found another owner

    Ad I went to Salt Lake City

    Still trapped in the back of the bus

    down and out in Saigon

     

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

    A certain type of westerner

    The down and out

    On a down word spiral
    Why?
    Relatively cheap to live

    Lots of part-time gigs

    Teaching English

    Or other things
    Cheap Booze, drugs, sex
    Readily available

    Places to stay

    Dirt cheap

    And no one needs
    To sleep outdoors
    Easy to disappear

    Into the foreigner’s backpackers ghettos

    And escape

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

    And there are lots of people

    In your shoes

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

    For the down and outer crowd

    In Bangkok, one sees them a lot

    In Cambodia as well

    In the Philippines

    In Nepal

    And south of the border

    In Mexico as well

    and Eastern Europe

     

    And Latin America

    In India not so much

    In Japan and Korea

    Just too damn expensive

    And too cold to be outdoors

    Back in the day

    I used to work

    The citizen services gig

    And saw lots of the down

    and out set

    The old blues song

    comes to mind

    No one remembers you

    When you are down and out

    And in the States

    Being down and out

     

    Means living

    on the mean streets

    As it is very difficult

    To live with almost no money

    And the various side hustles

    Don’t give you much money

    Unless you are dealing drugs

    And teaching ESL

    Is not an option

    other hustles are difficult

    and begging gets one arreste

    Food is expensive

    Transportation is expensive

    Booze and drugs expensive

    Rent is prohibitive

    Commercial sex is expensive

    And no one loves you

    If you are down and out

    No one knows your name

    You are just another

    homeless bum

    Invisible to all

    As you try to make do

    Much better to be down and out

    In Southeast Asia

    Than on the mean streets

    Of the USA

    Ghosts Along the Jungle Path in Vietnam

    walking down a lonely trail

    in the jungles of Vietnam

    fleeing the ghosts of the Viet Kong

    down the Chu Chi Trail

    pursued by ghosts

    and memories of war

    and the horror

    that lay beneath my feet

    wondering yet again

    was it worth it

    the war

    the thousands of dead

    silent witnesses

    lie beneath my feet

    silent witnesses

    to the folly of war

    as I walk down the jungle path

    heading to nowhere

    thinking these dark thoughts

    talking to my ghostly companions

    Saigon 1995

    In 1995

    I was one of the first American tourists

    Allowed into Vietnam

    To freely wander about

    Tourism was at its infancy

    And Saigon was chaotic

    Wild and crazy

    Traffic was insane

    There were few tourism sites

    Few hotels

    Few guest houses

    And not too many restaurants

    The food was good

    We saw the war memorial

    The reunification palace

    And the big market

    But we felt we were being monitored

    Beggars were everywhere

     

    There were scams everywhere

    And it was not that pleasant an experience

    But Saigon grew up

    Became a much more tourist-friendly place

    And these problems we encountered

     

    A thing of the place

    Saigon is so much better

    So much more developed

    That it has captured our soul

    And we will be back

    saigon 201

    Saigon 2019

    Vibrant, vivid, exciting
    A city on the move

     

    Becoming a world-class city

    Yet still with a Saigon swagger

    Wandering the streets

    Dodging the traffic

    Admiring the women

    Enjoying the food

    Saigon enters my heart

    And I know that I will be back

    This city is growing on me

    Reminds me of Korea

    One hopes that as it develops

    It will not become a carbon copy

    Of other big Asian cities

    Obliterating its past

    In search of a false modern image

    I hope it can retain

    What makes Saigon Saigon

    And not become another Gangnam

    Hope it does it with Saigon style

    And the people will evolve

    The country will emerge

    And become what it should be

    The Paris of the East

    This is my vision

    as I wander about

    enjoying Saigon in 2019

    ghost of Chu Chi

    Crawling down the tunnels

    Of Chu Chi

    I could almost imagine

    The Viet Kong guerillas

    Hiding deep under the tunnels

    As the land above is turned

    Into a temporary dessert

    With the vegetation burned off

    By napalm and agent orange

    The Viet Kong creep out at night

    Stealing onto the bases

    Stealing weapons, food, supplies

    And occasionally killing soldiers

    In their sleep

    The US soldiers

    Stay on base at night

    Terrified of the mosquitos

    And of the Viet Kong

    the ghosts

    Surround me

    Telling me their stories

    And at last I fled

    Through the emergency escape tunnel

    Declaring victory

    Profoundly shaken up

    By the ghosts of the Chu Chi tunnels

    Old Lady in the Neighborhood

    There is an old Vietnamese lady

    In the neighborhood

    Obviously senile

    But everyone knows her

    And watches over her

    To make sure

    She stays out of traffic

    And out of trouble

    She talks to everyone

    But no one seems to understand

    What she is babbling

    on about

    They smile at her

    And she smiles back

    And she for some reason

    She likes us

    And like my

    Vietnamese Coffee lady

    I wonder why

    Why was there

    this connection

    Between us

    It dawned on me

    Perhaps in a prior life

    She knew an American or two

    And I remind her of someone

    Or perhaps she is found

    Of Korean K drama

    And Angela reminds her

    Of her favorite K Drama star

    Or perhaps it is both

    Or another reason entirely

    But in any event

    I look forward

    To seeing her smiling face

    Every time I walk

    Down my ally way

    in Old Saigon

    Coffee Lady in Saigon

    Every morning

    I have gone out for Vietnamese coffee

    At a sidewalk café

    Down the ally from our AIRBNB

    The owner is a pleasant middle age woman

    Who for some reason likes us

    She smiles at us

    Greets us in Vietnamese

    She does  not understand English

    Or Korean

    And I wonder why

    Why was there

    this connection

    Between us

    It dawned on me

    Perhaps in a prior life

    She knew an American or two

    And I remind her of someone

    Or perhaps she is found

    Of Korean K drama

    And Angela reminds her

    Of her favorite K Drama star

    Or perhaps it is both

    Or another reason entirely

    But I moved today

    And will miss her

    Might go back for a final cup

    Of coffee

    To say good bye

    To my Vietnamese coffee lady

    Mastering the Saigon Shuffle

     

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

    When I first visited Saigon

    Learning the Saigon Shuffle

    Was difficult

    And now 24 years later

    It all seems to be coming back

    There is an art to crossing the street

    Dodging the motor cyclists, the taxis, the private cars

    The bikes and other pedestrians and the buses

    The art consists of letting the big guys go first

    Then walk between the motorcycles and cyclists

    Trusting that they will get out of your way

    And they being masters of the Saigon shuffle

    Always find a way

    In my two visits I was struck

    By how it all flows together

    Without a central authority

    And with almost no planning

    Lights or cops

    Somehow it just is

    And somehow it works

    And it is still a mystery to me

    24 years after first

    Encountering the Saigon shuffle

    old Ghosts in Saigon

    Old ghosts wandering the streets of old Saigon

    Lost spirits of the dead

    Died during the endless wars

    Ghostly apparitions around every corner

    Here was Kilroy

    and his gang of soldiers

    Over there were the Viet Cong

    Waiting to kill them

    Saigon is filled with memories like that

    Terrible times were had here in Old Saigon

    Silently the ghosts parade the city streets

    As the tourists drink in the bars

    Seeing Ghosts

    Seeing Ghosts

    I walk around the streets

    Of old Saigon

    Seeing sensing the undead

    The ghosts of the war

    That haunted life

    So many years ago

    So many people died

    For a war

    That never should have been fought

    For reasons that are still not clear

    A great tragedy unfolded

    In a land half away

    Around the world

    The ghosts smile at me

    And then they disappear

    Leaving me in the present

    Life goes on

    satanic torture

    I find myself

    In a dark room
    Strapped to a bed

    The light turns on

    The large TV comes on

    A smiling image

    Of Satan fills the TV
    He is dressed

    In a conservative business suit

    Looks like he came

    Out of a corporate

    board meeting
    surrounded by demonic aides

    who constantly shove papers

    at him

    He looks up from his lap top

    And smiles
    A deadly so insincere smile

    His voice booms out

    Welcome to Hell

    My satanic slaves

    I am Satan
    Your new master

    Each of you

    Has been sentenced

    To an eternity of torture

    And the punishment
    Must fit the crime

    So, for you

    Mr. Jake Cosmos Aller

    Failed aspiring poet

    And novelist
    Your torture

    Is to be strapped

    To that bed

    Unable to move

    As you are filled

     

    With the need

    To piss and

    But you cannot move

    And your skin

    Is crawling with bugs
    And itchy

    as Hell so to speak

    and you are so sleepy

    but you cannot sleep

    the TV will play

     

    endless repeats

    Of some of the worst TV

    and movie shows

    ever produced

    Starting with my favorite

    A Series of Unfortunate Events

    Featuring your favor annoying little girl

    Carmetta! Singing for you forever

    As you are the ultimate cake sniffer

    Welcome to Hell

    worlds within worlds lost in inner space

     

    A man woke up one day

    Lost in inner space

    Went so far down

    The proverbial rabbit hole

    That he did not know

    Where he was

    Nor what time it was

    Nor when it was

    As he stared out

    At a bewildering world

    A world lost in inner space

    Deep down in his dreams

    Filled with nightmarishly real

    Monsters, demons and ghostly apparitions

    He saw them and began running

    Running running running

    With the hell hounds behind him

    Leading him to the edge

    of the pits of hell itself

    abandon all hope

    ye who enter here

    the sign read

    above the entrance to the pit

    and there was a devil standing there

    armed with a clipboard

    and a computer spreadsheet
    Satan was the ultimate bureaucrat

    Name barked the devil

    Date of Birth ?

    Date of Death?

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

    Car accident due to drunk driving

    And you killed a child

    Bad on you

    But here in hell
    The punishment fits the crime

    And the devil laughed

    Joined in by the hell hounds

    And other nightmare creatures

    A bell ran out

    In the purple crystalline sky

    And slowly the worlds receded

    And he found himself alive

    In his room

    And vowed

    That today

    Was the day

    He would quit drinking

    Quit taking drugs

    And quit chasing strange woman

     

    And having wild libertine sex

    He picked up the phone

    It was Satan’s aid

    Be careful what you vow

    We are listening

    If you fulfill your vows

    You might find yourself

    Escaping life in Hell

    It is up to you to choose

    And the man got dressed

     

    Went to work

    Thinking deep thoughts

    And drove off a cliff

    And back down the endless

    Worlds within worlds

    endless movie

     

    Watching the TV coverage

    Of the great government shut down

    Of 2018-2019

    I am reminded of a movie

    As I fall asleep

    Listening to the TVBlather on and on

    About what it all means

    Mr. Natural pops u

    And screams

    “It don’t mean s….

     

    “Dude, the endless movie

    Is about to begin”!

    A middle-aged white man

    Down on his proverbial luck

    Just been fired
    Replaced by a foreign worker

    Or a robot

    Or just fired

    Because he was no longer

    Deemed useful
    To the masters of the universe

    If he was lucky

    He’d  be given a watch

    And an IOU worthless pension

    And the man wanders into a restaurant

    Pulls out a gun

    Eats his breakfast

    After the official breakfast hour

    Puts on a Pepe the green frog mask

    Drops acid, Snorts speed

    Drinks a shot of booze

    And coffee smokes a joint

    Snorts cocaine for good measure

    and smokes a cigarette

    And walks outside

    steals a bus at gun point

    Filled with passengers

    He tells them

    They are hostages

    And he puts on his vest

    With the dead man switch

    Next to the bomb

    He announces

    Via tweet

    He is going to take the bus

    To the proverbial pot of gold

    Hidden deep in a cave

    And when he got there

    He would release the hostages

    And disappear into the mine

    And never be found again

    And as the bus careens around the mountain

    At 100 miles an hour

    The dude sprouts out

    Conspiracy after conspiracy theory

    About Obama the Muslim communist

    secret gay working with George Soros

    the Jewish money people

    in league with the shapeshifting lizards

    and Mueller is one of them

    they are all after him

    because he knows the deal

    And the passengers are transfixed

    Half hoping, he would make it

    Half hoping, he would be blown away

    And as the bus careens out of control

    With the wheels falling off

    And the cliff looming ahead

    You realize we are all doomed

    morphing images

    I am in a room

    Drinking at a party

    And smoking weed

    Watching people all around me

    Change into hideous creatures

    Monsters from the deepest depths of hell

    Everyone in the room

    Has been transformed except me

    The Chief of them all

    Wears a Trumpian mask

    Complete with orange hair

    Half human half pig

    His deputy

    Wears the face of Putin

    But his body

    Half human, half horse: if

    The other creatures wear masks

    Many of them wear

    Green Pepe the alt-right

    Symbolic frog masks

    And have T-shirts

    Bearing alt right slogans

    And Nazi symbols

    And as they prance about

    They chant alt. Right slogans

    And neo-Nazi chants

    Jews will not Replace us

    And the rest of these creatures

    Are hideous ugly beasts

    With only a vestige of humanity left

    And these monsters are engaged

    In all sorts of foul evil deeds

    Murder violence death

    All around

    And non-stop

    violent drug-fueled orgies

    As these creatures

    Half human half monsters

    Half male, half female creatures

    Snort coke, cocaine, speed

    Smoke weed and drink vodka shots

    Scotch, bourbon and beer

    The Trumpian Pig leads the charge

    Starts engaging in sodomy with Putin

    Who chases after people

    Cutting off their heads with his sword

    They turn on to their fellow creatures

    Raping and killing each other

    and eating their fellow creatures

    All night long

    Then they attack me

    Screaming

    Jews will not replace us

    And I wake up

    Screaming

    As the sun comes up

    Just another nightmare

    One Night I Dreamt of You

    One night I dreamt of you

    For seven years I dreamt of you

    Until you walked into my life

    One Night in Lithia Springs

    One night in Lithia Springs

    We soaked away our painful life

    And again fell in Love

    You Are My Everything

    You are my everything

    All my hopes and dreams

    Haunting my nights

    I Can Not Get Rid

    I cannot get rid

    This angel haunting my soul

    Seeing your face in the sky

    saying goodbye

    Saying goodbye now

    Is the hardest thing to do

    But I must do it

    You are my Angel

    You are my Angel

    Sent from God up in heaven

    To conquer my life

    One Moment, One Day

    One moment, one day

    You walked out of my nightmares

    And swept into life

    Waking Up to No You

    Waking up to no you

    Absent in my bed at night

    Absent from my dreams

    Thursday Evening

    Thursday early evening

    Thinking dark thoughts only you

    Can you cure these thoughts?

    howling at the moon

    As I sit

    Under the lunatic light of the full moon

    Of the blood-red lights of the moon

    Full of wild passions

    The lustful beast stirs again

    And starts running and running

    Howling at the moon

    Riding into the new dawn

    On a demented Harley Davis cycle

    With two naked babes on his back

    Riding into the sun

    90 miles per second

    At the speed of thought

    He disappears into the lunatic light

    Of the full moon

    And I wake up

    Alone in my bed

    Saying, man, that was quite a night

    I better not go there again

    The wild beast

    Laughs

    He has heard that before

    And I join

    The beast

    In howling at the Moon

    just an unhinged lunatic howling at the moon

    On a moonlit late night

    I sat in a bar

    Drinking drams of demented, fermented dream dew

    Just an unhinged lunatic

    Dreaming of howling at the full moon

    Watching the world walk by

    Looking at all the fine looking babes

    Walking by the street

    Thinking wild, erotic thoughts

    Of endless wild libertine passions

    When into the bar

    Walked the most beautiful women

    In the Universe

    So wild, so free

    So wonderfully alive

    I did not know what to do

    As this vision of delight

    Sauntered through the bar

    In a skin-tight leather pants

    Looked so fine

    That my eyeballs hurt

    And finally, I had to say something

    So, I gathered up my manly courage

    And walked up to her

    And she looked at me

    And instantly bewitched my soul

    With a devilish grin

    I lost all reason

    And became a raving lunatic

    Unhinged lunatic

    Howling at the moon

    Foaming at the mouth

    A wild, free werewolf

    Howling at the lunatic light

    Of the full Moon

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

    the story of how we met

    It all began in Berkeley, California

    In the springtime of 1974

    One fateful afternoon

    I was sleeping in my high school Physics class.

    I looked up and saw a tall,

    beautiful Asian woman

    standing there looking at me.

    She was the most beautiful women

    in the universe to me

    I screamed out, who are you?

    She disappeared

    as if she was beamed

    away from my dream.

    I knew that someday

    I would meet the girl

    In the dream

    Little did I know

    I would have to wait until 1982

    Starting that month

    I began having the same dream

    Month and month and month.

    Always the same.

    She was saying something

    in a strange language.

    Then one day

    I had the dream

    and knew that

    she was in Korea.

    So, I chose to go

    to Korea

    In the Peace Corps,

    Somehow knowing

    That I would meet her there.

    One day

    A year after the Peace Corps ended

    A month before I planned

    to leave to return

    to the U.S. for graduate school

    That morning early in the morning

    I had the last of these dreams.

    This time I understood her.

    She said, “Don’t worry.

    We’ll meet soon.”

    That evening

    As I was getting off the bus

    To go to my class

    I saw getting off the bus

    The girl in my dream.

    It was she!

    I was speechless.

    I did not know what to do.

    Over the course of the evening

    I ran into her several times.

    Finally, I was introduced to her.

    I muttered some lame excuse

    About wanting to find a Korean tutor

    and got her number.

    The next day she came to the gate

    Of my base where I was teaching

    ESL to Koreans

    She said that she

    had to speak with me.

    I told to wait in the library

    for about an hour,

    and I would cancel class

    and meet her then.

    We went out for coffee.

    She told me that she was madly

    in love with me

    And simply had to have me.

    I told her I felt the same way.

    I proposed five days later,

    And got married one month later.

    Does she believe this story?

    She claims she does not believe it

    Because it is impossible to be true.

    But I know that there

    are other worlds and other times.

    In a past life

    we must have been together somehow.

    And our love was so strong

    That it crossed over the barrier

    of time and space

    She found me in 1974,

    But it took until 1982

    For us to actually meet.

    And it has been 36 years

    Since we met in the physical sphere

    Or 45 years since the dream began

    And I still recall the dream

    And meeting her

    I had no choice

    When I met her

    We were fated to be together

    true story.

    October Rain

    The falling rain

    Of late October

    Fills me with essential dread

    As I rush about

    And end up here

    Wherever here is

    The rain outside

    Seems like the tears of god

    As I sit

    Crying over my beer

    Thinking of lost love

    And failed dreams

    Wondering

    What went wrong?

    And what I can set right

    And the rain falls

    And the night darkens

    The rain is falling

    All over this man’s world

    And the rain falls

    And I sit

    Drinking my lonesome drink

    Lost in dreams

    Dreaming of what

    Could never be

    Thinking dark thoughts

    And so, I sit

    And dream the night away

    fake things

     

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    We live in a world

    Of fake things

    Fake Products

    Fake News

    Fake Calls

    Fake Politics

    Fake Sports

    Fake Business

    Fake Leaders

    Fake People

    Fake friends

    Fake sincerity

    Surrounded 24/7

    By all the fake things

    How can anything real exist?

    Is it all nothing but fake things

    Designed to deceive us all?

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    Morphing Images from Hellish Nightmare

     

    I am in a room

    Watching people all around me

    Change into hideous creatures

    Monsters from the deepest depths of hell

    The Chief of them all

    Wears a Trumpian mask

    Completed with orange hair

    Half human half pig

    His deputy

    Wears the face of Putin

    But his body

    Half human, half horse

    The other creatures wear masks

    Many of them wear

    Green Pepe the alt right

    Symbolic frog masks

    And have T shirts

    Bearing alt right slogans

    And Nazi symbols

    And as they prance about

    They chant alt. Right slogans

    And neo Nazi chants

    Jews with Not Replace us

    And the rest of these creatures

    Are hideous ugly beasts

    With only a vestige of humanity left

    And these monsters are engaged

    In all sorts of foul evil deeds

    Murder violence death

    All around

    And none-stop

    violent drug fueled orgies

    As these creatures

    Half human half monsters

    Half male, half female creatures

    Snort coke, cocaine, speed

    Smoke weed and drink vodka shots

    Scotch, bourbon and beer

    The Trumpian Pig leads the charge

    Starts engaging in sodomy with Putin

    Who chases after people

    Cutting off their heads with his sword

    They turn on to their fellow creatures

    Raping and ing each other

    All night long

    Then they attack me

    Screaming

    Jews will not replace us

    And I wake up

    Screaming

    As the sun comes up

    Just another nightmare

    Note: from a recent nightmare

    early morning thoughts

    Early in the midst of a chaotic frenzy

    I caught the fragrance of her sweat grin

    And my heart did a swirling spin

    When I saw that vision of erotic delight

    There I stood

    Alone in a somehow too dismal room

    Full of vibrant people

    I knew not what to say

    So, I spent that dismal day

    Thinking dismal morbid thoughts of lugubrious doom

    Thoughts what might happen that day

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

    Thus, it went

    Years after ever melancholy year

    Days after ever gloomy days

    Nights of self-induced torture

    Months of nightly rancid beer

    There it went

    Now

    I am sitting and thinking

    Thoughts so gloomy

    I still don’t know

    Life belongs to the living

    Not to the morbid mystic dreamers

    Nor the poets dying

    depressed morbid nights

    One of these depressed, depraved, morbid nights

    I shall awake to the God damned game of life

    And sit under the graying light

    Of the foolish full moon

    And laminate upon my luminance

    And chew up the garments of past lives

    And cry my soul

    But no one will hear the plight of my mind

    On strike for better wages

    And more love

    Thus, I will sit, and think and dream

    Dreams that no one ever before dreamt

    It is so very lonely being a foolish lunatic

    But then as I drink to oblivion

    I begin to think

    Of all those things that I have not experienced

    And wonder with a vengeance

    Why God hates me so

    Or is it only an illusion?

    When will I awake

    Or do we just sit waiting for more beer

    To cover up

    The stench of putrid rotting flesh

    Waiting for death to take us away

    To the Cosmic garbage dump in the sky

    Trying to communicate across a gap

    That is light years’ long

    And will never close

    For man was not made to know

    The real thoughts of another

    Man was made to suffer, cry and wait

    For the party in Hell afterwards

    , let’s us die and be done with it

    Or live without our God damned dreams

    Running our thoughts

    Into pits of depraved madness

    Hell is Here to Stay

    The angel of the lord

    Appeared on TV sets

    All over the world

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    People woke up

    Expecting to see

    The usual suspects

    Talking heads

    Talking drivel

    Talking trash

    Instead

    A stern visage

    A stern old man

    In a dark suit

    He had a salt and pepper beard

    And long, dark black hair

    And piercing blue eyes

    Staring out

    From his stern face

    The eyes

    Piercing the soul

    Of all who listened

    The voice

    Of the angel of the lord

    Was like thunder

    And all over the world

    People tried to turn off

    Their TV sets

    To no avail

    Twilight light Zone

    Prevailed

    The angel of the lord

    Stopped swearing

    And said

    In a calm

    Deadly voice

    People of earth

    You know the lord

    By a billion names

    I am his spokesman

    We’ve realized

    There is the age of the TV

    And we must be able to reach

    You directly

    Before one or a million

    Could understand

    Now no one hears us

    For you are convinced

    We are dead

    Irrelevant

    Washed up

    A fraud

    Frankly speaking

    You all can go to hell

    And an evil grin

    Appears on his face

    As he says

    Can a fraud do this?

    And outside

    Thunder and lightening

    A star comes down

    And houses were blown away

    And everyone was

    Outside

    The TV set

    Was in the sky above

    The voice of the angel

    Of the lord

    Proclaiming

    Repent

    The end is near

    And now

    No more TV

    No more booze

    The rights to you

    Have been sold

    For to quote Frank Zappa

    You are all assholes

    You are all assholes

    All of you

    Little, mean little assholes

    Let me introduce

    My new business partner

    satan

    Satan, also known

    As the prince of darkness

    God and Satan

    Have agreed on a deal

    A thousand year Reich

    A thousand year of slavery

    For you

    My little human assholes

    For your sins, your arrogance

    Your foolish pride

    After a thousand years

    Of pure torture

    We will return

    To judge the living and the dead

    Most of you will remain in hell

    Some will be redeemed

    And allowed into heaven

    And now, back to your usual station

    Welcome to hell

    Satan said

    And laughed and laughed and laughed

    And the usual crimes resume

    The usual lies and deceits and shames

    For most people

    It made no difference

    They had been in hell

    For centuries

    For some

    It mattered

    fake eggs

     

    Eggs

    I love real eggs

    From real chicken

    Preferably free range

    Vegetarian fed,

    No antibiotic feed

    No hormones added

    Non-caged chickens,

    allowed to roam about

    As God intended

    them to do

    Not locked up

    In chicken coop hell

    But now

    We have so many choices

    We can have fake eggs

    Without any cholesterol

    Or yoke

    Tastes like real chicken eggs

    At least they claim

    But who knows what’s real

    Any more

    Can you trust

    The chicken is real ?

    Fake bread

    Now a days

    Most of the time

    I eat fake bread

    GF bread

    For health reasons

    My wife can’t tolerate the real thing

    And so,

    I eat fake bread

    Fake pasta

    Fake pizza

    But every so often

    I want the real deal

    I crave bread

    Made with wheat

    And a real pizza

    And real pasta

    And real donuts

     

    Fake Booze

    I never real understood

    The concept of alcohol free booze

    Alcohol free beer

    Alcohol free wine

    I don’t get Mocktales

    And I don’t get fruit beer

    And coffee beer

    And other the other weirdo drinks

    That people drink these days

    I mean when you drink booze

    You want the alcohol

    You want the buzz

    You need the booze

    And you want it now

    And frankly fake booze

    Just does not do it for me

    So please no fake beer

    No mocktails

    No fake wine for me

    As the song puts it

    One scotch, one bourbon

    And one beer

    So, either give me the real deal

    Or give me a cup of tea

    Or coffee or water or juice

    Or whatever

    But don’t serve me fake booze

    fake fish

    fish market

    Every where in the world

    When you eat fish

    In a restaurant

    The restaurant owners

    Claim it is salmon or tuna

    Or other delicious fish

    But the sad reality

    60 percent of the time

    You are eating fake fish

    The fish may be fish

    Or may not be fish

    But if it is indeed fish

    It is probably tilapia

    Or some other cheap

    Bottom feeding scumbag fish

    Filled with toxins

    And possibly tape worms

    And other parasites

    And as you eat your delicious fish

    You are eating the fake fish

    And helping the fish industry

    Continue this con game

    But there is nothing you can do

    Except for catching your own fish

    And preparing it yourself

    So, when you eat fish

    Pretend if you must

    That you eating salmon or tuna

    While you eat your tilapia

    And pay the salmon/tuna premium price

    fake vegan meat

    When I go to a vegetarian restaurant

    I often encounter fake meat

    Often called mock meat

    Made out of soy beans, and other things

    And I wonder

    Why bother with the façade

    I mean if you are a vegan

    Be a vegan

    Don’t eat or make fake meat

    You don’t need it

    You really don’t like it

    And it is somehow

    just wrong to me

    So please no more fake meat

    No more tofu turkey for me

    Either give me my meat

    Or give me my vegan delight

     

    Fake coffee

    I used to be a big coffee drinker

    Had to have my four or five cups

    Of real fresh brewed coffee

    Not for me the weak instant coffee

    Of decafe coffee or herbal fake coffee

    But over time coffee caught up to me

    And now I can not handle the real deal

    And I am forced to drink decafe coffee

    Which is a kind of fake coffee to me

    Or herbal coffee

    Which is entirely fake

    Designed to taste like the real thing

    But without that caffeine kick

    That true coffee drinkers crave

    Since we are all caffeine addicts at heart

    Just need that rush to get going

    And keep going

    And the fake coffee

    Just does not do the trick

    And so, I am doomed

    To drink decafe coffee

    And fake coffee

    Missing my real cup of coffee

    Until the I enjoy the last drop

    Fake Food

    fast food

    in this world of fake things

    Nothing is more fake

    Than the food we eat

    Most of the fake food crap we eat

    Is nothing but chemicals

    And flavorings

    Added to a small amount

    Of real food

    All packaged and sold

    And marketed

    Scientifically designed to taste good

    So we eat the poisoned food

    And get sicker and sicker

    While the food industry giants

    Make obscene profits

    Selling us poison

    fake smiles

    photo of fake people laughing
    fake people laughing

    The old soul classic

    Smiling faces got it right

    “Smiling faces sometimes

    Pretend to be your friend

    Smiling faces show no traces

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

    Smiling faces, smiling faces, sometimes

    They don’t tell the truth

    Smiling faces, smiling faces tell lies and I got proof

    Oh, oh, yeah

    Let me tell you

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

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

    So, hear me when I’m saying

    Smiling faces, smiling faces, sometimes, yeah

    They don’t tell the truth

    Smiling faces, smiling faces tell lies and I got proof

    (Beware) beware of the handshake

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

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

    It just might hold you back

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

    I…”

    Boy did the singer get it right

    In this world of fake things

    Where the market rules us all

    The art of the fake smile

    Has been perfected

    They say that many people

    Have mastered the art of the fake smile

    Where you smile

    and pretend to like someone

    your victim

    does not suspect

    that the smile

    is because you are thinking

    of stabbing them in the back

    oh yes in a world of fake people

    beware, beware of smiling faces

    fake friends

    In this world of fake things

    Where nothing is real

    Nothing is authentic

    And the market rules us all

    There is no room

    For real friendship

    We are all using each other

    To get ahead

    So we pretend to be friends

    All the time

    Plotting against our so called friends

    To get ahead

    The market rewards the most vicious

    Sociopathic values rule the market

    Friendship is for wimps

    And losers

    Those winners end up

    Alone all alone

    For they have no real friends

    But boy do they have real enemies

    For in this fake world of ours

    Perhaps hate is the one real emotion

    That has survived

    fake relationships

    In this modern world

    Where everything seems fake

    There are few genuine relationships left

    Most relationships are market driven

    How can this person help me

    In my career or in life

    What can I get from them

    How can I use them for my advantage

    And what do they want in return

    And we are all nothing but personal brands

    Competing all the time for the next gig job

    And  romance

    Has been reduced  to sexual lust

    And nothing more

    And few people want babies

    Any more

    Babies are expensive

    And limit your ability

    To compete for your next bed partner

    And being real, telling people what we really think

    Is usually a CLM – career limiting move so to speak

    So, everyone hides their true feelings

    And are resigned to living this fake life

    In a world filled with fake people

    I wonder if there are any real people left

    fake Jake

    Many years ago

    I proclaimed to the world

    I was Jake

    And I was not a fake

    But I was the real deal

    But over the years

    I too have become fake

    And yes Jake

    Is also nothing but a fake

    Fake  Souls

    In this hyper materialist era

    We find ourselves in

    Is there such a thing as a true soul?

    Or have we all become

    Nothing but fake souls

    The rights to our souls

    Long ago sold

    To the evil masters of the universe

    The secret programmers

    Of this cosmic video game

    We all live in

    And our dear leader

    Donald Trump

    Has a fake soul

    As he acts like he is robot

    Trying to fake real human emotions

    And usually failing miserably

    Fake Calls

    Every day I get woken up

    As the sun comes up

    By my phone ringing

    With a fake call

    It seems that the only people

    Who ever bother to call me

    Are the fake call people

    Who all call me

    With fake sincerity

    Offering me a great deal

    On this and that scam

    I curse at them

    Yell at them

    Mutter obscenities in foreign tongues

    And block their calls

    Yet it does not seem to matter

    The next call will be

    Yet another fake call

    Am I doomed to receive

    Fake calls until I day I die

    I turn on my computer

    And read my fake news accounts

    And watch TV for the latest fake news

    And the politicians lying

    And the criminals scheming

    To take my money

    The Zappa song comes to mind

    You will obey me while I lead you

    And eat the garbage that I feed you

    Until the day that we don’t need you

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

    Your mind is totally controlled

    It has been stuffed into my mold

    And you will do as you are told

    Until the rights to you are sold

    That’s right, folks . . .

    Don’t touch that dial

    And I scream to the universe Just leave me alone

    Then the phone rings…..

    Walls Divide Us

    Walls

    Trump wants a wall

    Between America and Mexico

    A wall against the southern hordes

    A wall based on fear and hate

    A wall to make America safe

    A wall to make America great again

    And yet I wonder

    Will his wall fall

    Like the Berlin wall

    And the great wall

    And all the other walls

    They all failed

    All of them

    Walls divide us

    Walls make us

    Into different tribes

    Between the pure

    And the impure

    St Reagan

    Said Tear Down this Wall

    Will future Presidents

    Tear down this begotten wall

    Or will it become a tourist attraction

    Another great wall

    Against barbarian hordes

    sandwich choices

     

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    Choices

    There are so many choices to be had

    When ordering a sandwich

    What kind of bread

    What kind of meat or any meat

    What kind of cheese or any cheese

    Whether to have sprouts or not

    Whether to have a pickle or not

    Whether to go with a classic peanut butter

    And something sandwich

    I loved peanut butter sandwiches

    As a kid

    Peanut butter and sweat pickles were my favorite

    Peanut butter and banana is good also

    Peanut butter and strawberry jam

    What a delightful memory

    My current favorite

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

    Heirloom red tomatoes one slice per each half

    Avocado one half per each half

    One half pickle on each half

    Bacon cooked just right – well done but not black

    Sprouts and lettuce just right

    Timamook Yellow smoked cheder cheese

    On each half

    On Gluten Free bread

    with chipotle mayo

    And Dijon mustard

    Cut in half

    Truly a sandwich made in heaven

    And bacon makes everything

    Taste so damn nice

    And God if you are reading this poem

    You had better prepare them for me

    Or Heaven will not be worth it

    Does Satan serve BLT sandwiches

    I wonder

    Probably not

    Probably you become the bacon

    In his hell sandwiches

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    looking out my window

    Looking Out My Window

    In Incheon

    What did I see

    The neighboring apartment buildings

    Obscured by the April rains

    And yellow dust of early Spring

    And in the distant the mountains

    Aflame with spring colors

    Beckoning me outdoors

    Looking out my window

    In Oregon

    What did I see

    Green trees

    Silently watching me

    And the cats gamboling along

    Looking at me

    While I look at them

    Each wondering what sort of weird creatures

    The other is

    And who is the real alien species?

    In Washington DC

    Looking out my window

    What did I see

    I saw the squirrels in the trees

    And the peaceful trees

    Of Capitol Hill

    Near the seat of power

    Yet somehow

    I felt It all far away

    In Suburban Virginia

    Looking out the window

    What did I see

    I often looked out my window

    At the trees and the jungle

    In my back yard

    And heard the distant roar

    Of traffic on the busy suburban street

    As people rushed to get to the freeway

    In the early morning hours

    In Madrid Spain

    Looking out the window

    What did I see

    I looked out at our Spanish neighborhood

    Seeing the beautiful Madrid ladies

    Walking down the street

    Secretly admiring them from afar

    In Barbados

    Looking out the window

    What did I see

    The monkeys in the trees

    Looking at me

    Contemplating raiding my garden

    As soon as I went away

    In Seoul

    Looking out my window

    What did I see

    The neighborhood

    Alive outside my window

    For so many years

    In Seattle

    Looking out my window

    What did I see

    I saw the ever changing green

    Sea of trees

    that is Seattle’s true color

    The city is so lush and green

    And alive with life’s endless possibilities

    In Stockton

    Looking out the window

    What did I see

    The traffic moving

    Through the dense fog

    That often fell upon the city

    Obscuring everything in its embrace

    And growing up in Berkeley

    Looking out my window

    I saw nothing

    +But the dirt and trees

    And shrubs

    Of my ancestral home

    And felt nothing

    But loneliness

    And a desire

    To leave my home

    As soon as I grew up

    That is what I see

    When I look out my window

    Even to this day

    I see where I have been

    And wonder where I am going

    As I stare out the window

    Knowing that my life

    Will surely come to an end

    As I stare out at the world

    Waiting waiting waiting

    For my fate to unfold

    Watching three cats

     

    Watching three cats

    gamboling along

    Looking at me

    While I look at them

    Each wondering what sort of weird creatures

    The other is

    And who is the real alien species?

    three cats ready to go

    three cats

    at play

    they look out at the world

    and they are ready

    they are born hunters

    they are hungry

    they are restless

    and they want

    to escape

    from the house

    to chase birds

    squirrels

    and other cats

    That’s the cat’s life after all

    they tolerate us humans

    only because we feed them

    But at heart

    they are wild things

    and wild things

    need to be free

    Looking Out My Window at the Cat

    I look out my window

    On the parking lot

    And see the mad cat

    That lives underneath the apartment house

    And look out at the park

    Thinking of taking a walk

    The cat looks at me

    Kindred spirits perhaps

    Retired waiting to die

    Watching Cats Hunt

    Early morning

    Watching two white cats

    Hunting a white dove

    The cats hunt in pairs

    Tracking the bird

    The bird flies away

    Safe for now

    And I think about the cats

    And the hunt goes on

    Such is life

    And the fate of cats

    And birds

     

    I Often Wonder About Cats

     

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    I often wonder about Cats

    What do they think of us

    It seems at time

    That cats think of humans

    As their slaves

    We exist to feed them

    To comfort them

    To save them from their enemies

    And to worship them

    Yes cats are an alien species

    Totally different from humanity

    Detached, and almost evil

    If we ever encounter an alien civilization

    God help us if it’s a cat based civilization

    We would then be engaged

    In the epic mother of all wars

    As cats and humans would not get along

    The cats would think we were their slaves

    And we would resent and fear them

    And secretly worship their alien ways

    Cat Fight in Incheon

     

    Watching two cats

    Fighting alongside the sidewalk

    In suburban Incheon New Airport Town

    Completely indifferent

    To the humans walking around them

    And the humans were indifferent to the cats

    As they stood there fighting

    And screeching at each other

    One orange one

    One half black half white one

    Both middle age in cat years

    As I sat there watching the cats

    really getting into it

    I wondered what they were arguing about?

    But since I don’t speak cat

    I really didn’t know

    All I know is they were really screeching at each other

    And almost look like they were about to attack each other

    But one cat backed down

    As the other cat stood their proverbial ground

    If they were humans one would have pulled out a knife

    Or a gun

    And someone would have been killed

    But being mere cats

    They stared at each other

    And walked away

    but they kept glancing at each other

    So I knew the fight as not over

    Merely postponed until a later hour

    Cats truly are the aliens

    Who live among us humans

    Or perhaps we are the aliens

    Who live among the cats?

    Cat thought

    Watching the black cat

    Who lives underneath the building

    Slinking about

    looking for something to kill

    I am reminded once again the cats

    are not our friends

    as I stare at him

    an alien invader

    From another planet

    hangover reflections

    Hang Over Reflections

     

     

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    soju

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

    well this morning I woke up with a hangover

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

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

    The cure  consists of

    Lots of coffee

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

    Hangjanggu soup

    A walk

    Spending some time In the sauna soaking and sweating it out

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

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

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

    Hangover reflections

    Hangover Gods Punishment For drinker

    A hangover is god’s punishment for drinkers

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

    God’s punishment is severe for the sin of overdrinking

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

    Very much need of a cure today

    Every day one has too much to drink

    resolve to quit drinking fill one’s head

    microsoft found poems

    Telco one

    not until 5:00 PM

    had objected

    lack of will

    come back

    and go to some of actor dinner

    will fix the car tomorrow

    and work on my appeal

    might work

    and the appeal

    denied me

    to get on the other headphones

    when we go to the own charm

    on Thursday

    will build

    and Costco tomorrow

    dictation is working

    but still funky

    but it will when it finally works

    watch and at the showboat

    Mr. Sunshine

    before taking all along

    that low energy

    back to two long flight

    stop dictation

    of up to the line

    microsoft dictation found poem four

    Green tree

    is in the Kingstown Property

    in Alexandria

    with her mother

    and are tended to Jeff

    my mother in the wall

    is berating jobs for some reason

    to handle

    and tell my mother to calm down

    as Jeff has a temper problem

    job is getting very angry

    Juppe pulls out a gun

    and serves the shooting of my mother

    the mall and should serve five or six times

    in the head

    my wife forays into a closet

    and Hans hoping that jobs

    will not find her

    and she wonders

    what would happen know

    that her mother

    in all my mother’s death

    and the she wonders

    what will happen

    because im not there

    at the time

    and she fears Jeff

    shooting in the wall

    and that is the end

    of the current in that age

    microsoft dictation poem three

    Inspection report

    meeting went well

    met with him

    only at age six

    G P silver in the damage

    is shown her

    the news from the rear

    and as well as shown

    for the termite damage.

    In the termite

    go we had been a UGS

    the basic questions of morality

    and using this statement

    denying them the answer

    most questions

    afterwards

    we went outside

    to take a picture

    although the front porch

    into I noticed

    there was something

    very strange looking

    at the front porch

    the pedestal

    on the front porch

    were quoted

    so he headed

    from facing the street

    and in from the street

    station house

    the fed is still on

    riding his meaning

    to the eye

    and that has left his leading

    to the left

    we noticed

    there were cracks

    in the forge:

    long the foliage

    including the crack

    on in the front door

    we also know

    is that the doors

    are at opening

    in the awkward men

    we also noticed

    a big crowd

    on the right side of the house

    on in the mist

    airways to the right baseline

    we took a look

    at the the souls in 141571413 1415

    that this is an old event in 1413

    left as to his meeting

    in Ford’s 111415

    in the right one

    is even for now

    we suspect that uses serious settlement issue

    in that the house is cracking

    on the house

    in the house

    is trying to balance

    its closing the porch

    this is just

    what left

    in the says

    this is a serious issue

    we are sending information

    to a lawyer

    asked his advice

    before we can’t turn our

    insurance for content and

    Rescinded the new

    we will go to the court

    has to figure out the procedures

    for the deal

    against the key man

    this evening

    I hope to do some writing

    style dictation

    microsoft found poetry poem two

    The painting went very well

    it looks much better

    it was a very hot day

    will vote by

    Microsoft trials dictation from:

    and submitted it to two journals

    and micro soft

    don’t expect a response from mike

    were shocked but had fun writing it

    will keep track of market conditions

    for a second from over tonight

    we’ll work on my problem

    for the interview

    and take a walk to trader joe’s

    two are home to worry:

    Aaron will start working on

    OK at the base of king too

    fast and the bees

    nonsense continue nonsense

    Iraqis problem number one

    priority right now but

    Things to do

    123

    OK now I get your attention

    I wanna go too sole

    and Endgo

    some and then being term

    and then USA

    and then Washington, DC

    and then Baltimore

    and then I wanna

    will be with the idea being done

    on the stand

    will be OK enough tomorrow

    I need to go to the house and 88 AM 988

    just 8:00 AM.

    The I am having a meeting with an array

    annually and aHer

    a OK on we’re going to talk

    to a jester of two

    come up with solutions

    we need to two fans

    and players

    repaid the painting repairs

    we are paying the bill

    from both the house we’ve passed,

    my treatment

    we had the somewhat tainted drywall fixed

    we have a new tenant

    rules being new tenant

    is a very good

    10

    I think

    are we were making

    very much you need to do better

    to stop of studies

    now me as Sarah

    Mr. Allen not an island

    is an error

    that have a need

    for an offense of offering Maisie’s

    backing separate

    from the public

    often salad

    End of the night

    of the committee

    of the ways

    to hire the answer you

    get a better

    microsoft dictation poem part two

    microsoft dictation poem part two

    When to the house

    and your lunch

    had a good lunch

    when the two D. Meyer

    we are only eight at the red cross

    to the I had a BLT

    center with each 10 home

    to ensure came home

    at 230 and we walked

    back to the house

    did was a very hot air

    to move the best way

    to beat the fencing guy

    Go to End

    can show them the fencing edition

    about $4000 or so

    came home to a

    Her and then run back home

    Had celebrated for dinner

    and wash two episodes of a series of unfortunate events

    than started reading The two men

    To the house

    and the DM 2 me

    the pay

    for its then

    Go to End

    go to the paint shop

    to buy more pain

    noses were very first

    Go to End

    had too old

    to be in this meet pizza.

    Go to End

    Went out at 8 am

    to the house to meet

    had too old to be in this meet pizza

    have peace of for dinner

    go to Sly and the Family Stone Yes No?

    Play Summer Time in the City Yes

    the painters

    then walked to the Paint Shop

    the in the top of the state intends

    the the the the the the the

    Pizza

    Dinner salad

    Say number okay   4444

    6666

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    End Document

    Save Changes Journal Yes No

    Can’t complete last command

    Undo command

    Can’t save

    Came back from the upper

    the painting works great

    progress

    is how so

    in a very hot as hell

    bent tonight

    will go to trade for Jones

    for home to home

    Number of records by second baseman from voting

    and an batteries for remote control

    shown

    or just for a number of town hall

    microsoft found poem one

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

    Her and they moved to

    a the final inspection went well

    with E wall

    back to the apartment

    and brown

    we had left the keys

    are in the car

    but fortunately

    we ran two

    are rules that TV does not

    ruin were bought

    baby by Jews

    they’ll be able to see you

    and your evening

    we win

    two Home Depot and Costco

    and then who can free pizza

    for dinner we want to eastern market

    and shot the movie

    dress report to the berber

    back home

    and went to bed

    about the nine

    the dictation is working up

    from 50% of the time

    cue-card will keep

    the hope that the difference

    in win over to

    in the meantime

    I will keep brokerage

    and user to ride

    bay from all working

    you in this

    is Trevor Rowe junior middle school?

    Microsoft did tuition

    continues two 50%

    of the time

    one the visual dictation data

    his sometimes schuler’s

    shall I am sure

    even when you shoot a film,

    today we’ll meet with Perot’s

    to turn over the key

    and then paid the porch

    and weather permits

    and then maybe have dinner

    with more drivers

    wore see the movie

    Mama Mia

    should be a good

    if I have time

    High-level

    also do some solutions all

    Still having problems with my group

    saw fit to Asia

    still very strange

    each results

    it’s well as run

    the south: today in that age

    bus ride across America

     

    Photo by Oleksandr Pidvalnyi on Pexels.com

    the Bus – Travels Through America’s Underbelly

    I am a bus rider

    That makes me unusual

    For a white male

    From an upper middle class family

    Our people are not bus riders

    Though some are subway riders

    Bus riders are other people

    The poor, minorities, immigrants

    People who don’t drive

    Because they are blind

    Or have a DUI

    And in my case

    I don’t drive

    Because I have bad vision

    And bad coordination

    Just never got the hang

    Of the whole driving thing

    Fortunately for me

    My wife does the driving

    But I still take the bus

    From time to time

    I rode the AC buses in Berkeley

    As a child

    Line 67, line 51, line 43 F bus

    Rode them long before BART came along

    And afterwards as well

    As an adult seldom rode the bus

    But when I did so

    I was always impressed

    By the sheer diversity

    Of the bus riding property

    Hundreds of languages

    All sorts of sexual orientation

    Some were white

    Most were not

    Most of my fellow passengers

    Were nice enough

    Some were friendly

    And some were lost

    In their own thoughts

    And a few

    Were scary looking dudes

    With the look

    Of someone who had done time

    And were capable of more violence

    I also rode the bus

    In Seattle as a graduate student

    A lot of fellow UW students

    And the usual immigrants

    Minorities etc

    And some white people

    Commuting

    And in DC

    Over the years

    I rode a lot of buses

    Mostly to and from the metro

    But I got to know

    And love the DC buses as well

    I also took the greyhound bus

    Across the country

    Several times over the years

    All over the U.S.

    From Bay Area to Stockton

    From Bay Area to Clear Lake

    From Bay area to NYC

    NYC to DC

    All over the USA

    Taking the Greyhound

    Was always an an adventure

    Met a lot of interesting people

    As people on long distant bus rides

    Tend to open up and talk

    To pass the time away

    Overseas I took the bus

    All over

    In India, in Barbados

    In Spain and in Korea

    The Korean buses

    For many years

    Were difficult for foreign visitors

    As the signs were all in Korean

    Most have signs

    Now in English, Chinese and Korean

    And are much more foreigner friendly

    Riding the bus

    In America

    Allows one access

    To the underbelly of American society

    The poor, the marginalized

    The immigrant communities

    That many middle-class white people

    Just never see

    And for that reason

    I am glad

    That I am a bus rider

    Hitch hiking Tales

    April 30 In Search of America 1975 – Hitch hiking Tales

    When I was young and foolish

    Broke and stubborn

    I hitchhiked across the USA

    Started in Salt Lake City

    Where my greyhound bus pass

    Was stolen

    The station manager

    Could have helped me

    But refused to do so

    Threaten to call the cops

    When I grabbed my bags Without the stolen tags

    I said

    Go ahead

    But I am so out of here

    Wondered about Salt Lake City

    Went to a bar

    Found I had to buy my booze

    Next door

    And they would mix it for me

    Had to order food too

    After a bloody Mary

    And a burger

    I walked about town

    Saw the Mormon Temple

    Finally about 3 pm

    It was time to hit the road

    Did not look back

    Ended up in Cody Wyoming

    Got a room shower

    Steak beer

    Using my rapidly depleted cash Spent 25 dollars

    Money really went far

    Back in those days

    A band of professional

    Communist agitators

    Gave me a ride

    To Des Moines

    Lots of weed, booze

    And politics later

    Got off the road

    Slept outside

    Next day

    A beautiful woman

    Drove me to near Chicago

    In a red mustang

    Might have been

    The girl in the song

    Took it easy

    Digging her vibe

    She invited home

    But was not sure

    If her estranged husband

    Would welcome me

    So, I am being foolish

    And inexperienced with women

    Did not go to her place

    And always regretted

    That I had lost

    My chance that day

    Then on to Chicago

    Several rides later

    Visited friends

    Hit the road again

    A series of uneventful rides

    With truckers

    And others

    And a week later

    I ended in New York City

    Slept along the way

    In cars

    In truck stops

    In high way rest stops

    Always moving

    Always going

    None stop talking

    And lots of free weed

    And beer

    And conversation

    One more memorable ride

    Occurred outside Albany

    On my return to Chicago

    A middle age creepy looking man

    Picked me up

    In a brand-new Cadillac

    He was he said a dynamite deliverer

    For the Mafia

    Went to various places

    To blow up shit

    He hated a lot of people

    Particularly hippies from California

    And Jewish people

    Looking at me to confirm

    That I was both

    I told him that I lived in New York

    And had never been to California

    And although I might have looked Jewish

    As I what was called back in the day

    A “Jewfro”

    I was not Jewish

    Many years later I discovered

    That I am indeed part Jewish

    But then I did not know

    And I felt a bit of strategic information

    Might keep me alive

    Then I realized that he was just jiving with me

    And we relaxed

    And he pulled out some weed

    And beer

    And we mellowed out

    But I believe that he really was with the mob

    Perhaps not a dynamite dealer

    A real made Italian made mafia member

    By Chicago

    I had enough

    I called my Dad

    Told him what had happened

    Wanted a ticket home

    And he sent me a ticket

    And 500 dollars

    And I went home

    I told him I would tell him

    My tales some day

    But never did

    I learned so much

    About my fellow Americans

    And the strange vibe

    That was 1975

    And now it is too late

    But I wanted to finally

    Tell the world

    Of my hitchhiking tales

    In search of America 1975

     

    snarling cup of coffee

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

    I pound down the coffee

    First thing I do every day as the dawning sun

    Lights up my lonesome room

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

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

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

    As I pound down that first cup of coffee

    And fire up my synaptic nerve endings with endless supplies

    Of caffeine induced neuron enhancing chemicals

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

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

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

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

    I want to get off this fucking crazy planet”

    The earth does not care a whit about my attitude

    It merely shrugs and moves around the Sun

    In its appointed daily run

    And I sit down

    The madness dissipating a bit

    And enjoy my second cup

    Of heaven and hell

    In my morning cup of Joe

    Life In Between

    Life In-between

    For years I have lived

    In-between two worlds

    Korea

    where my wife’s family comes from

    And the Bay area

    Where I grew up

    and the laidback progressive

    wild west coast

    and the cutthroat

    Dour eastern establishment

    Washington DC

    Where I worked for 27 Years

    And I live between

    My official duties

    And my desire

    To be a wild-eyed poet

    And life in-between

    Means you belong nowhere

    Yet are everywhere

    Always disoriented

    Always half lost

    Never really feeling you belong

    That is life

    Living in-between

    the light will prevail

    April 24,

    The Light Will Prevail

    Mrs. Which says

    This much we know for sure

    Despite the lateness of the hour

    And the growing power of the Dark Thing

    In the end, lightness will prevail

    Defeating the dark one

    Samonka for Angela

    I have dreamt of you

    For almost seven long years

    And now you are here

    What can I do about this

    The only thing to do love you

    You are all I want

    All that I need in this life

    Thank to all the gods

    For bringing you into my life

    From now to the end of time

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

    62 Years Young

    I am 62 years young

    62 years around the sun

    37 of those years

    I have spent with the love of my life —

    dream girl

     

     

     

    I married the girl of my Dreams

    first dreamt of her back in 1974

    Eight years later

    she walked off a bus

    and into my life

    April 27 the darkness grows

     

    The Darkness grows

    On distant Comazotz planet

    The red eye one smiles

    It is satisfied

    The black thing is spreading

    All the way to earth

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

    It is God’s will they say

     

    It is God’s will they say

    It is God’s will they say

    The neo-fascists and their ilk

    It is the white man’s burden

    To rule the unruly masses

    To this I say

    Never again

    Will we let them

    Take over the world

    And lead us back to the dark dangerous days

    Of the Holocaust

    Or the 19th-century colonial era

    Never again

    Never again

    Until hell freezes over

    And the world ends

    Angela Lee

    Angela (Acrostic poem published in Whispers)

    Angela is my life

    No better friend in the universe

    Greatest Love of all

    Every Day I thank God

    Love of my life

    Angela My Soul Mate

    Love of my long life

    Everything I ever desires

    Everything I ever needed

    American Life and Death

    As American struggles

    To cope with the ever declining standard of living

    The 1 percent loved the stock market

    Love the dismantling of  the regulatory state

    The corporate tax cuts

    and the coming plunder of the land

    Can Disney Yellowstone be the future?

    As America declines

    Back to the future

    April 2 Heading Back to the Past

    While the rest of the world

    Embraces the energy of the future

    Our great denier of the truth

    Wants to boldly take America back

    To the 19th century era of oil, and coal

    Yet perhaps it does not matter in the end

    As long as we have one another

    We will overcome

    The darkness will flee the land

    April 2 When Will this Darkness End

    As the darkness settles down on the land

    All are consumed with evil

    Foul deeds and endless darkness

    I wonder if it will ever go away

    Yes I wonder if our great nightmare will ever end

    Are we doomed to live out the decline of America?

    This is what I pray for 2018

    The end of the darkness

    that consumes our land

    haiku for angela

    Every day I wake up

    To the love of my long life

    And say Thanks to God

    thank god for angela poem

    Thank God For Angela

    Every day I wake up

    And see you there

    I thank God

    That he had the wisdom

    To send you to me

    To save me

    By bringing you into my life

    You are the sunshine

    That lights up the day

    You are reason

    I get up in the morning

    And you are reason

    I exist

    Without you I am nothing

    But dust blowing in the wind

    Waiting until death

    Takes me down

    siren song of doom

    The quiet dying swan song

    Arose out of the dismal swamp

    Through the fog shrouded woodlands of Zara

    Over the sweltering desserts of black tar

    Heading rapidly nowhere at all

    The quite sweat song of her mellifluous voice

    Echoing through the canyons of my fear

    Drawing me nearer and nearer

    I cannot resist the siren’s haunting melody

    Drawing me nearer and nearer to my doom

    My old friend self-fear cries out

    Time to escape while I can

    Yet I cannot resist

    I cannot escape

    All I can do is listen

    To the haunting enigmatic voices

    Of the siren’s sweat and sour music

    Blasting away my selfish fear

    Naked, alone I stand

    Proud in homage

    To my own gods

    Back in the swamp

    Wandering forever

    Until it seems I met you, yet again

    market rules us all

    The market rules all

    We are nothing but products

    The rights to us

    Have long been sold

    Bow down and worship

    The all mighty market

    Everything we do

    Everything we see

    Everything we are

    Nothing but our personal brand

    Nothing human left over

    Nothing authentic left over

    Nothing but lies

    Fake news

    nonsense

    The world does not care one whit

    About you and me

    As people

    It is all about the profits that can be made

    By exploiting our labor

    And once we are used up

    We become a liability

    And a burden

    If you have not made it to the top

    By age 55

    You are a loser

    And should be retired

    Forced to live out your life

    On your miserable pension

    As you wait to die

    No longer useful

    To the Masters of the Universe

    And true love

    Nothing but an illusion

    It is all about the sex, baby

    And how getting your baby

    Ahead at all costs

    Who cares about love

    It is all nothing

    But a second-hand emotion

    As the song puts it

    Love is nothing but a sexual commodity

    And we are all nothing but interchangeable

    Commodities in the marriage and love market

    And porno values rule the bedroom

    As we are nothing more than used body parts

    Who cares about friendship

    It is all about how they can use you

    And you can use them

    To get ahead

    True Love and genuine connections

    Cannot survive

    In this toxic soup

    Of the modern materialist world

    God and spirituality

    Nothing but a scam

    As our so call Christian Leaders

    Proclaim their love for you

    All they love is your donations

    And they too are part of the market

    Jesus if he ever comes back

    Will no doubt

    Be used to sell more goods

    As the right to Jesus

    Has also been sold

    love conquers hate

    They say that love conquers hate

    And that good always win in the end

    But sometimes I wonder about hate

    I always thought that my love

    For my wife would last forever

    Since I first met my love

    Love at first sight

    As the girl I was dreaming of for eight years

    Flew into my life with such brilliant light

    Our love burning as bright as a million stars

    Consuming us both in its brilliant flame

    As if our love were made of cosmic flames

    transplanted from the farthest stars

    But true love sometimes turns to true hate

    And what was wonderful on that first date

    becomes despicable over time

    What was once cute on that first date

    becomes disgusting as she become our mate

    What was once love at first sight

    Turns to darkness and resentment

    And then full-blown hatred

    And nothing but the darkest night

    And the light of a million stars

    Is replaced by a darkling night

    That consumes one’s soul

    I look at my wife every dawning day

    And see that light is still burning bright

    And the momentary darkness

    And yes, potential hatred is kept at bay

    By the brilliant rays of light

    Hatred, resentments dispelled yet again

    By the brilliance of our love

    That the million suns of love

    Are burning yet again

    And I pray constantly

    To all Gods on our mark

    that our love continues constantly

    And that our love will conquer the dark

    the truth does not make sense

    One morning

    I got up

    Hungry

    For something

    I knew not what

    I made breakfast

    Drank some snarling coffee

    And turned on the news

    And what did I see

    Talking heads

    Sprouting lies

    Nonsense words

    Gibberish

    Nightmarish phrases

    Nothing makes sense

    Politicians

    Sporting forth

    Spinners spinning spin

    Huskers hustling their hustle

    Selling me a bunch of goods

    And I did not want to buy it

    I scream

    My soul was not for sale

    And I listened hard

    Looking for the truth

    Noting but lies

    Coming out of hideous beasts

    Barking words

    Noise some noises and lies

    Snarling disgusting lies

    I sit there

    Transfigured

    Hypnotized by the overwhelming

    Stench of the bull shit

    Coming out of the TV set

    I stood up

    Smashed the TV set

    With my boot

    Trying to set myself free

    From its hold on me

    Men in black suits

    Surround me

    Put me on black helicopters

    Taking me somewhere

    I scream to no avail

    No one listens to me

    Just more noise

    Coming out of the TV set

    And I go out

    Into the dark night

    I was told

    I was suffering

    From a disease

    I was insane

    I could not longer

    Understand

    What was being said

    To me

    I asked my tormentors

    What is the truth

    They laugh

    Smiled with evil grins

    On their bloated faces

    They begin to torture me

    Because they could

    Forcing me to watch

    The President speak

    Over and over again

    Again and again

    The same words

    Black is white

    White is black

    The President is always right

    Freedom is an illusion

    Lies make you free

    And it dawned on me

    And I laughed

    As I escaped the programming

    Of the universe

    And I was free

    Truth and lies

    Are the same

    Everything are nothing

    But dangerous delusions

    As I jump out of the window

    Into the night

    I vowed I would

    See the President

    In hell

    As I die

    I am free

    Good God almighty

    Free of their lies

    At last

    Trump Our Great Compassionate Leader

    Quote the Donald Trump

    Our Great compassionate Leader

    Our Dear Leader, our Great Leader

    “Its disgusting to watch”

    As an elderly man falls down

    In front of him hitting his head

    And bleeding all over the nice marble floor

    During a charity dinner event

    At Margo Largo back in 2008

    And our compassionate leader’s first reaction

    Is to turn away not wanting to get the blood

    On his tuxedo or dirty his shoes

    Quote the Donald,

    “It is disgusting – The guy was bleeding

    all over the nice marble floor,

    I couldn’t, you know,

    he was right in front of me

    and I turned away.

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

    I felt terrible. You know, beautiful marble floor,

    didn’t look like it. It changed color.

    Became very red.

    And you have this poor guy, 80 years old,

    laying on the floor unconscious,

    and all the rich people are turning away.

    ‘Oh my God! This is terrible!

    This is disgusting!’

    and you know, they’re turning away.

    Nobody wants to help the guy.

    His wife is screaming–

    she’s sitting right next to him,

    and she’s screaming.”

    And Donald the compassionate one

    Donald Trump the savior of humanity

    The greatest most compassionate person

    In the country

    Could not bother to lift a finger

    To help this elderly man

    Who could have died

    An old man who happened to fall down

    And possibly die ruining his great event

    Quote the Donald

    “I forgot to call the family

    That is not his thing at all”

    And still I wonder

    How such a disgusting excuse

    For a human being became

    The leader of the greatest nation

    On earth

    And what it means for the future

    Is it proof that we are doomed

    That America is in the final stage

    Of terminal decline

    Or will Americans wake up

    And force Donald Trump

    The great leader

    The dear leader of our country

    Out the door

    And take out the garbage

    From the WH

    Time will tell

    Time will tell

    In any event

    To quote the Donald

    “It is disgusting. Just disgusting.”

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    More Dental BLues

    I have the dentist blues

    I have them bad

    Have to go to the dentist

    For my twice yearly torture session

    In order to save my remaining teeth

    I must endure the never ending pain

    I have the dentist blues

    I have them bad

    I must have known over 100 dentists

    During my 61 years around the sun

    Some were good, some were great

    A few became friends

    A few became enemies

    All became richer

    From fixing my crooked no good

    very bad misbehaving evil teeth

    I have the dentist blues

    I have them bad

    All tortured me

    Saying it was for my own good

    To save my crooked wicked teeth

    My teeth are bad

    Wicked, misbehaving

    Rotten to the core

    And always have

    I have the dentist blues

    I have them bad

    I tried orthodontic braces

    As a child

    Gave it up as an adult

    Did everything except implants

    So many crowns

    So many root canals

    So many pulled teeth

    And partial dentures to boot

    So much dental work

    My teeth are gold plated

    Monuments to the dental artistry

    I have the dentist blues

    I have them bad

    A few dentists were exceptionally good

    A few exceptionally bad

    A few were crooks by and by

    I have the dentist blues

    I have them bad

    My current dentist is good

    He keeps the chit chat down

    Does not lecture me on his political views

    Imagine having a dentist praise GW Bush

    Or Trump taking your forced silence

    As acceptance of his right wing views

    Imagine a dentist talking endlessly

    About her children’s latest escapade

    While drilling away

    Assuming you cared

    When all you wanted

    Was to end the torture

    I have the dentist blues

    I have them bad

    And imagine a sexy dentist

    Or hygienist working away

    As you think of her in bed

    And can’t get that thought

    Out of you head

    As they drill and poke

    I have the dentist blues

    I have them bad

    Yes I have a love-hate relationship

    With dentists

    Can’t stand them

    Can’t stand the pain

    But they save my teeth

    And save my smile

    And so I forgive them

    One and all

    I have the dentist blues

    I have them bad

    cosmic Dog from Goa

    My final time with God

    Happened a year latter

    I was staying down in Goa

    With my wife

    Enjoying being with her

    After our reconciliation

    We stayed at the Taj Mahal Goa

    Living like Kings and Queen

    Just for a few days

    High up on a hill

    Overlooking the beach

    Every morning I went down to the beach

    And did yoga by the water

    While contemplating life

    And every morning

    I saw the same dog

    Not just a dog

    But a cosmic dog

    Filled with the divine spark of God

    And the dog recognized me

    And spoke to me and I knew

    That God was present once more

    In the face of the that cosmic dog

    Kindred spirit

    perhaps to the cosmic cat

    that had save my soul

    in Berkeley so long ago

    I told the dog everything

    And he just looked at me

    With those soulful eyes of his

    And I knew he knew that I knew

    That he was possessed by God

    God had sent him to me

    To make sure that I was on the right path

    That the reconciliation that God had promoted

    Was on track that I was back with my wife

    And that everything was the way it should be

    Again I asked God whether he was Jesus or Allah

    Or Brahmin or Ganesh or Buddha

    God the cosmic dog just stared at me

    I finally asked him directly

    Say if you are God the God of Jesus

    Bark once

    The Dog looked at me and barked

    I said well if you are Allah bark twice

    The dog barked twice

    Well are you buddha then bark three times if yes

    The god dog barked three times

    Hmm well are you Satan

    The dog growled at me

    And I knew I had gone too far

    Finally I was at peace

    And for the next three days

    The God Dog was my constant companion

    And I knew God for the final time

    In my life

    Cosmic Cat from Berkeley

    I next encountered the divine

    Many years later in Berkeley, California

    I had gone home to be with my Mother

    While taking leave from my job

    in the Foreign Service

    I had two weeks there by myself

    My wife came later

    near the end of the trip

    Every morning I woke up

    Had my coffee, and breakfast

    Did yoga while listening to music

    And looking out at the garden

    Then spoke to my mother

    Who was sliding into dementia

    Day by day losing her reason

    Then I would go out

    And explore the city

    Go to a museum

    Go to one neighborhood

    And just be there

    Rediscovering the Bay area

    After years of being away

    Having dinner with old friends

    Seeing movies etc

    Every morning a black cat came to visit

    The cat was friendly and waited for me

    And then would join me in my morning rambles

    Following me to the bus stop

    I stated talking to the black cat

    He looked at me with the spark of divinity

    In his dark eyes

    I called him the cosmic cat

    He seemed to like that

    He would look at me

    And I opened up to me

    Told the cat all my dark secrets

    As I walked the streets

    Of the old neighborhood

    Every morning and every evening the cat

    Would be there to greet me

    And to carry out our endless conversation

    Then I had to leave

    And in our final conversation

    I asked the cosmic cat

    Say, Cat are you just a cat

    Or are you a demonic cat

    Are you possessed by God

    Or by Satan

    The cat looked at me

    And I realized that God

    Was indeed residing in the cat

    But that god was residing everywhere

    All I had to do was open my mind

    And the rest would follow

    So I said Good bye to the cosmic cat

    And he purred and came up to me

    And I felt the comforting presence

    Of the divine spirit of God

    As I said goodbye to the cosmic cat

    And said goodbye to my mother

    As this was the last time

    That we would be able to really talk

    I told my mother about the cosmic cat

    She smiled and said that the cat

    was there for me and her

    to comfort us both in our hour of need

    and that the cat was indeed

    a cosmic cat

    published in Scarlet Leaf Review November 2017

    Meeting God in the Lake

    In my 61 years around the sun

    I encountered God four times

    At least I thought it was God

    But could never be sure

    The first time I met God

    I had taken magic mushrooms

    And had gone to a lake

    And soon was tripping inside my head

    Lost in inner space

    Zoning out tuning in

    Dropping down the proverbial rabbit hole

    And then in the middle of my madness

    I felt oneness with the universe

    My body melted away

    And I joined the universe

    All boundaries dropped away

    And I knew that the universe

    Was alive and I was part of the Cosmos

    And the Cosmos was part of me

    And I wondered at that moment

    If I was face to face with God

    I asked God to reveal himself to me

    And nothing happened

    Just laughter as the whole universe

    Burst into laughter

    And the madness began to fade

    And I slowly came down from the high

    And became aware of myself

    And I was no longer one

    With the universe

    I felt profoundly moved by the experience

    Felt that I had achieved perhaps nirvana

    Or felt the presence of God

    The feeling faded over time

    And I resume my quest to find God

    But knew that I would never again

    Come so close to the divine essence

    Of the very Universe

    published in Scarlet Leaf Review November 2017

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

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

    When I look out my window

    And see the rain drops gently falling all around

    And I feel that special Seattle kind of chill

    In my bones

    I think of you with a Seattle kind of mood

    In the morning

    Wherever I am in this crazy world if I see raindrops

    Gently falling all around

    Blue mood dissolves in the rain’s gentle mist

    And I cry out with all my heart

    Because of you

    I am in a Seattle kind of mood

    As I walk down the street

    In distant foreign lands

    Whether I am in Bangkok, Taipei, Tokyo or Seoul

    New York, Moscow, Rome or San Francisco

    Whether I am in India, China, Thailand or Europe

    Whenever I feel the rain’s gentle embrace

    I get into that Seattle kind of mood

    Seattle, a Seattle kind of mood

    Fresh Salmon sizzling over a hickory smoke fire

    Ivar’s clam chowder

    And Red Hook Ale Pike place market

    Bums in Pioneer square

    And angry hippies preaching in Red Square

    Yuppies drinking downtown

    Geeks in Redmond

    Making the world safe

    For the Microsoft King

    And the Mariners loose again

    While the Huskies dream of Rose Bowls too come

    And ever where rain falling down

    oh yeah

    A Seatt1e kind of mood

    Because of you

    I get into that Seattle kind of mood

    In the morning

    As I fight the horrendous traffic

    And breathe in deadly, killer air

    I cough, cough, and remember

    The green, green air of Seattle

    And because of you,

    I get into that Seattle kind of mood

    Seattle, Seattle, kind of mood

    The Huskies are number one in my heart

    While the Mariners are always last in the nation

    But what the hell

    I’m in a Seattle kind of mood

    I sit in the International District

    Eating Dim Sum and drinking Ballad bitter

    Watching the crowds dodge the ever present rain drops

    Seattle Kind of mood

    As I wake up each day in crazy foreign lands

    I hear the falling raindrops calling me home

    Oh why did you leave me they cry out

    In a Seattle sort of voice

    Whispering in the gently falling rain

    Seattle, Seattle kind of mood

    And so my Dear

    Wherever I roam in this wide planet of ours

    From here to entreaty

    And beyond

    All the way to the red plains of Mars

    Whenever I hear the gentle patter of raindrops

    I’ll get into that Seattle kind of mood

    And dream of spending eternity with you

    Watching the Seattle rain

    Gently falling on our bumbershoots

    As we walk down the beach hand in hand

    Digging the gooey ducks while drinking Rainier Ale

    All because of you

    I’ll always be in the Seattle kind of mood

    Spring time in Oregon

    Spring has finally sprung in Oregon

    Escaping from the longer winter prison

    That has covered the land with snow

    They say that this winter

    Was a colder than normal winter

    Wetter than normal

    As the long drought finally ended

    As nature resumed its normal spring thaw

    I rejoice

    Seeing all the signs of spring

    Especially the sight of young beautiful women

    Shedding their winter clothes

    And walking about in the spring sunshine

    So wonderfully alive

    So beautiful and sexy

    As they sashay about

    Here and there

    It makes me smile

    All day long

    Yes I love Spring time

    Everywhere in the world

    But especially in Oregon

    My new found second home

    August Moods

    spring dodoitsu

    Waking up seeing you there

    Watching you as you wake up

    Fills me with such sweat desire

    Overcoming my mind

    I sit watching you all day

    Thinking of you all day long

    Wild erotic imaginings

    Love making to come

    That old blues song comes to mind

    I just want to make love to you

    I just want to make love to you

    Nothing more than that that

    I end this morning with this thought

    You are still the most wonderful

    The most beautiful creature

    In the whole universe

    spring time on capitol hill

    Sitting on a bench

    In Lincoln Park

    Heart of Capitol Hill

    Beating heart of the Empire

    On a warm Spring Day

    Watching the Cherry trees

    Watching Me

    Wondering what thoughts

    They must have heard

    The things they have seen

    Over the years

    But they are quiet

    They do not say a word

    As I fall into my spring time dreams

    Sitting on that bench

    Seeing the children and dogs play

    Looking at Spring flowers

    And pretty women

    As they stroll by

    Hearing the sounds of the city

    As I dream of my past life

    Memories of places and people

    I said to myself

    What a wonderful life

    published in writers’s newsletter

    falling rain

    The falling rain

    Of late October

    Fills me with essential dread

    As I rush about

    And end up here

    Wherever here is

    The rain outside

    Seems like the tears of god

    As I sit

    Crying over my beer

    Thinking of lost love

    And failed dreams

    Wondering

    What went wrong?

    And what I can set right

    And the rain falls

    And the night darkens

    The rain is falling

    All over this man’s world

    And the rain falls

    And I sit

    Drinking my lonesome drink

    Lost in dreams

    Dreaming of what

    Could never be

    Thinking dark thoughts

    And so I sit

    And dream the night away

    hurricanes from hell

    As I watch the endless coverage of the storms from hell

    Harvey, Irma, Jose and so many others

    It seems almost end of the world like

    As I sit on the smoky west coast

    With fires burning everywhere

    Thinking of the massive storms from hell

    Bearing down on the East Coast

    And the burning of the West Coast

    As the storms head to Margo Largo

    Winter home of our dear leader

    Threatening destruction

    The thought comes to mind

    Perhaps there really is a God

    And he is angry at us

    For destroying his world

    And I realize that God

    Has been sending us a message

    The end of the world is coming

    And I despair

    Thinking that we have an idiot in charge

    Of the United States Government

    As we face the storms of the century

    And the ever-growing threats of global terrorism

    Nuclear armed North Korea

    And global chaos

    What does our dear leader say to comfort us

    In our hour of need

    Nothing but political nonsense

    How great he is doing

    And how on top of things he is

    As the storms batter the country

    And the fires consume the west

    I realize that the earth

    Does not give a whit

    About what I think

    The world spins and spins around the sun

    The climate continues to deteriorate

    And mankind might be facing its darkest hours

    But we have the Donald

    And he will lead us through

    To the other side

    And so, I pray to the Donald

    For deliverance from the storms

    the fires burning everywhere

    the threat of nuclear war

    the end of the world

    fires burning Bright

    I look out my window in Medford Oregon

    at the unnaturally dark smoke-filled skies

    Seems almost like the end of the world

    Out here in the smoke-filled skies

    Of the west

    And realize that that the entire west coast

    Is burning up

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

    I consult the Donald for further wisdom and advice

    and find that this is what he had to say

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

    Ah it all makes sense

    Climate change is a Chinese hoax

    So, they can destroy the US economy

    Thanks to our dear great leader’s wisdom

    I am relieved

    And realize that it will all be alright

    If I just follow the wisdom

    Of our dear leader

    dental torture blues

    Sitting in the dental chair

    Undergoing dental surgery

    While the dentist probes

    And tortures me

    With his instruments of pain

    The Frank Zappa song plays over and over

    The torture never stops

    The torture never stops

    And I think of the mad dentist

    In Little House of Horrors

    The Jack Nicolson character

    Who screams Pain is good

    As he assaults his patients

    Doing root canals

    Without anesthesia

    And so, I endure the torture

    Of the dentist

    In the vain hope

    I can save my teeth

    Until the next time

    I undergo dental torture

    The song faces away

    And I slowly recover

    Then as I leave

    I am confronted with the bill

    And the song roars back to life

    The torture never stops

    the torture never stops

    masters of the universe

    The earth has been invaded

    By hideous blood sucking vampires

    Disgusting vile alien creatures

    Devoid of all compassion

    Lacking any human empathy

    These so-called Masters of the universe

    These psychopathic monsters

    Are everywhere

    They even took over the White house

    And to these vile creatures

    Everyone is nothing but a commodity

    These alien monsters

    Worship the god of the market

    While proclaiming that they serve Jesus

    Jesus would turn over in his grave

    To see these people in action

    The airlines in Florida

    Facing the worst hurricane in world history

    Decided that the expeditated thing to do

    The MBA approved thing to do

    The profit maximizing, screw the public thing to do

    Was to raise prices 600 percent

    Without prior notice charging 3,000 dollars

    Instead of doing the right thing

    The compassion thing

    The human thing of offering free flights to all

    These executives, these so-called Masters of the Universe

    thus, demonstrated that they are no longer human

    But greed driven monsters

    As are all the other soulless automatons

    Who have taken over the world

    Perhaps some day

    Jesus will come back

    And smite these motherfuckers

    Send them to the hell they so richly deserve

    We can only pray

    For our deliverance from such evil

    From the soulless evil masters of the universe

    Who have taken over the planet

    It Can’t Happen Here

    The pundits and talking heads

    The chaterati classes

    All assure us

    That it can’t happen here

    Fascism will never happen here

    Our democratic system

    Superior to all others

    Check and balances

    Power of the media

    Will prevent fascism

    From taking root

    In the American soil

    They laugh

    And talk amongst themselves

    And laugh some more

    Convincing themselves

    Meantime the darkness

    Continues to descend

    As our President becomes more erratic

    And frankly shows signs of insanity

    The fascists supporting him

    Gather strength

    And one day

    They strike back

    With furry

    When the powers that be

    Try to remove the President

    He mobilizes his army

    His army of deplorables

    And they mobilize

    And his fascist supporters

    In the government

    Demand law and order

    And restoration of the Leader of the people

    As they have started calling the President

    He comes back into power

    And demands

    Unspecified emergency powers

    And so, the cycle ends

    And fascism wrapped inside a Christian flag

    Comes to America

    Full vengeance

    As they take charge

    And the chaterati classes

    Are all arrested

    The first to be rounded up

    America has fallen

    The media stars

    All comply

    The leader is great

    America is great

    And all who oppose him

    Must be terror sympathizers

    Or Tersymps for short

    And deserve to be rounded up

    Public protests are forbidden

    Muslims must register

    Atheists must be fired

    Alt media is shut down

    The internet is censored

    And I weep

    As I see the once great American nation

    Descend into a fascist nightmare

    And I wait for the midnight knock on the door

    Knowing that I am on the list.

    Knock Knock knock

    Open up,  it is homeland security……

    Reflections on Turning 61

    Today I woke up

    And realized that I was 61 years’ old

    Felt that I had lived

    And almost died

    So many times

    I have challenged life

    And faced my fate

    And yet

    Through it all

    I am still here

    I am still here

    And that means something

    Something to me

    And something to the universe

    Yes, I am still alive

    And kicking

    And nothing is stopping me

    Yet still I wonder

    Still I wonder

    What does it all mean?

    Life began with you

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

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

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

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

    When I first saw you

    Standing on the hot roadway

    I knew life began

    That was the end game

    The beginning of my life with you

    A journey with you

    love at first sight

    You were in my dreams

    appearing every evening

    for seven long years

    until one day I met you

    and that changed my life

    when you walked into life

    stepping out of the night time

    and into the light

    when you walked into life

    stepping out of the night time

    and into the light

    making everything so brilliant

    changing my life forever

    you are my angel

    You are my angel

    sent from God up in heaven

    to take me to life beyond

    one moment

    one moment, one day

    You walked out of that damned bus

    stepped into my life

    waking up to no you

    waking up to no you

    absent in my bed at night

    not absent from dreams

    thursday early evening

    thursday early evening

    thinking dark thoughs of you

    can you cure these thoughts

    Rapid CIty Nowhere

    Last summer

    We drove across the country

    Just the wife and me

    10,000 miles

    31 states

    Three months on the road

    I now know why people don’t live

    In South Dakota

    Hot, dry dusty

    Windy as hell

    Black Hills are nice

    But after seeing Mt. Rushmore

    There is not much left to do

    Rapid City did not impress me

    Nor did Sioux Falls

    And wall drugs

    Well the free water was nice

    But it is a nothing town

    In a nothing state

    On the edge of the badlands

    And the Sioux reservation

    There is a reason the Indians live there

    No one else wanted the land

    And they are warehoused there

    So I drove through Rapid City

    And thought that it is the heart of Trump Land

    The land of the forgotten

    The left behind

    Just another nothing burger of a State

    In the middle of nowhere

    Truly flyover country

    looking out my window

    I look out my window

    On the parking lot

    And see the mad cat

    That lives underneath the apartment house

    And look out at the park

    Thinking of taking a walk

    The cat looks at me

    Kindred spirits perhaps

    Retired waiting to die

    The Voice of My Doom

    walking deep in the woods

    high above the city

    near the airport

    I heard them

    then saw them

    hideous black crows

    looking at me

    cackling at me

    laughing at me

    mocking me

    calling me names

    I asked what they wanted

    they laughed

    and said

    nothing but your doom

    and they flew around me

    dive bombing me

    and surrounding me

    calling me names

    in Korean and English

    as I fled down the trail

    with the demon birds

    hot on my trail

    no more coffee blues

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

    I love coffee

    Always have

    And coffee has loved me back

    But lately I have sourced on her

    Soured on the whole coffee scene

    On the harshness of the morning brew

    And the promises it makes

    As I sip of its nectar

    Drawn into its lair

    Drinking drop by drop

    As the caffeine takes over

    Rewriting my every nerve

    Turning me into a slave

    For its perverted pleasure

    Yes, I love coffee

    But I am afraid

    Coffee is a harsh mistress

    Demanding so much of me

    Promising the sun

    And delivering the Moon

    As I drink her swill

    Deeping under her influence

    I have the coffee blues

    Can’t live with our her

    Can’t live with her

    I try

    But tea does not cut it

    Not really

    Booze does not do it

    At least not in the morning

    Yoga is not enough of a buzz

    Nor is the runner’s high

    And I am afraid deadly afraid of cocaine

    And speed and drugs and energy drinks

    And so I remain a slave to coffee

    My only legal drug

    As I sip another and fall under her seductive spread

    Once more failing my resolve

    To skip coffee for that day

    That morning that moment

    I shall never be free of her spell

    Ever and she knows it

    As she beckons me

    Every morning with her intoxicating smell

    Imagining the end of the world

    I saw the four horsemen of the apocalypse

    Beckoning me to join them on their midnight ride

    Death, pestilence, plague and war

    They were ready to ride into the sunset

    Spreading their hate with them

    As they led the world to its foretold doom

    The end days were approaching they told me

    And their time was near

    I begged them to hold off

    To give us more time

    To work things out

    They laughed and said

    Time waits for no one

    We have a divine plan to work out

    You have been warned before

    And will be warned again and again

    But soon it will be time

    And we must do our duty

    To bring an end to this benighted world

    And fulfill our destiny

    And yours

    But for now

    We will let you sleep

    And let you prepare yourself

    For the time is near

    The end of the world is coming

    It is later than you think

    Soon soon the antichrist will come

    Uniting the world

    And leading the battles too come

    Before the end of the world

    And mankind ceases to exist

    Just dust in the wind

    Of a dead planet

    In a forgotten corner of an uncaring universe

    All part of God’s plan

    Lost and Found

    I was lost

    And you found me

    You walked out of my dreams

    And into my life

    And that made all the difference

    In the world

    As you entered my life

    I was all alone in this cruel world

    And you provided shelter

    And comfort

    I did not know what I wanted

    And you gave me what I wanted

    You gave me meaning

    You gave me purpose

    You gave me love

    And understanding

    peace and happiness

    Joy, laughter and fun

    You were endlessly fascinating

    Could not keep my eyes off you

    You were the most beautiful women

    In the world to me

    And you still are

    So many years later

    Like a fine bottle of wine

    Gets better with age

    And you gave me

    Endless nights of wild love making

    Which has gotten better

    As well

    And I fell under your spell

    from the day I met you

    I was lost

    And you found me

    And if you go first

    I will be lost again

    Can’t live without you

    By my side

    Thus is has always been

    Between us

    We are so entangled

    So interwoven

    And that is the way

    It was meant to me

    Ode to Coffee

    ODE TO COFFEE

    Published Hill Rag, Eskimo Pie, Coffee with Underwood

    Mistress of sacred love

    Sacred lady of desire

    You start my day

    Setting my heart on fire

    With your dark delicious brew

    And throughout the day

    Whenever the mean old blues come by

    You chase them away

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

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

    I am filled with power, light and love

    And everything is al right Jack

    If only for a few fleeting minutes

    I love you oh coffee goddess

    In all your magical forms

    In the dark coffee of the dawning day

    In the sizzling coffee in the mid morning break

    In the afternoon siesta break

    And in the post dinner desert drink

    I love you my coffee mistress

    You are my refuge

    From this horrid world

    And you are my secret lover

    Never disappoint me, ever

    I’ve never had a bad cup

    Of that I can be sure

    Even the dismal coffee

    Served at Denny’s at 3 am

    Is still sweat loving coffee

    Even the farmer brother’s diner coffee

    Excites me and gets me going

    Asking for another cup of divine delight

    Coffee always is there

    It is always on and piping hot

    With hidden dark secrets

    Swirling in its liquid essence

    Coffee is my last vice

    My only legal vice left

    Coffee does not cheat on me

    It is always faithful, always true

    It does not turn on its friends

    And all it asks in return

    Is that you come back

    Cup after cup after cup

    A good cup of coffee

    Is a little bit of heaven

    In a cup of dark liquid hell

    Coffee is like a drug

    But a good drug that does what is should

    And never complains

    It does not get grouchy

    It does not hurt you

    It does not make you crazy

    But allows the muse to come out

    And play with it

    Coffee led to the American Revolution

    As patriots drank coffee

    To rebel against the aristocratic English tea

    Coffee started the London Stock market

    And started the gossips mills running

    Every great invention

    Was fed by coffee’s sweat brew sweet allure

    All the great thinkers

    All the great leaders

    All were enslaved to coffee’s magic

    Yeah

    I sing my praises

    Of the great glorious coffee lady

    Long may she continue

    To be my sweat companion

    Long may coffee continue

    To rule my heart

    And set my heart on fire

    I love thee

    Mistress coffee

    And sometimes I think

    You love me too

    Capitol Hill in the Springtime

    Capitol Hill in the Spring *

    *Published Writer’s Newsletter June 2017

    Sitting on a bench

    In Lincoln Park

    Heart of Capitol Hill

    Beating heart of the Empire

    On a warm Spring Day

    Watching the Cherry trees

    Watching Me

    Wondering what thoughts

    They must have heard

    The things they have seen

    Over the years

    But they are quiet

    They do not say a word

    As I fall into my spring time dreams

    Sitting on that bench

    Seeing the children and dogs play

    Looking at Spring flowers

    And pretty women

    As they stroll by

    Hearing the sounds of the city

    As I dream of my past life

    Memories of places and people

    I said to myself

    What a wonderful life

    the decline of America

    You see it everywhere

    The unmistakable signs

    That the decline of America

    Is in full swing

    As the world leaders turn away

    From dealing with the US

    And we have gone past the tipping point

    There is nowhere left to go

    But downward

    As the Empire begins to collapse

    Victim of imperial overreach

    Like all empires before

    The DC metro on a good day

    Is a broken-down remnant

    Of a once proud system

    The future of mass transit

    Its proponents said

    The cost of rebuilding America mounts

    And our politicians are afraid

    That it will costs trillions of dollars

    Just to prevent the US from collapsing

    Into third world irrelevance

    We have the world’s most expensive military

    A million dollars per missile

    And yet we can’t find the money

    To provide decent health care for all

    Bombs, and tax cuts for the wealthy

    Are the only things

    That the Republicans care about

    And the world looks in amazement

    At the clown boy President

    As he struts about

    Looking more and more

    Like some Banana Republic

    President for life

    With his family grabbing as much loot

    As they can

    From the federal government

    Before the coming revolution

    Overthrows them

    When did we start this decline?

    Some say 1960s started it

    Others say Nixon’s to blame

    Others claim that it was Carter’s fault

    Or Saint Reagan’s fault

    Or the other boy President GW Bush

    Or Obama the fake American’s fault

    Does it really matter

    All I know

    Is the America I knew

    The can do anything country

    The country that went to the moon

    Is alas no more

    And I morn for our lost liberties

    Our lost sense of purpose

    Our lost sense that America

    Was the last great hope of Mankind

    And still I wonder

    Can America be made great again?

    As our President Trump proclaims

    The end times approaches

    Nuclear war is talked about

    Another missile crisis

    And instead of JFK leading the country

    We have Donald John Trump

    The one and only

    The greatest con man

    To ever get elected

    And I fear the end is in sight

    As America begins its decline

    The right claims that the left has started it

    And the left claims that the right has started it

    And both sides claim that the civil war

    Is inevitable

    Or will we embrace a progressive future

    With an economy that works for all

    I have no answer

    It seems the end is coming

    Sooner than we think

    As Emperor Trump leads us

    Down a dark, strange dangerous path

    And so, it goes

    The decline of empires

    And I pray

    That I may survive

    The end of times

    looking out my window

    Looking Out My Window

    I look out my window

    On the parking lot

    And see the mad cat

    That lives underneath the apartment house

    And look out at the park

    Thinking of taking a walk

    The cat looks at me

    Kindred spirits perhaps

    Retired waiting to die

    Rapid City Nowhere

    Incheon 2016

    I live in Incheon

    Part of the 3 million people who live here

    Mostly Koreans

    90,000 foreigners though live here too

    My apartment is next to a park

    And I walk almost daily in the mountains

    Loosing myself in the hills

    Overlooking the airport

    The town has lots of restaurants

    Places too go

    Things to do

    And the airport is next door

    Soon there will be a casino complex opening up

    As they turn this quite suburban village

    Into a Mini-Las Vegas

    Complete with a strip

    Can’t wait

    Going to Seoul is a snap

    50 minutes on the train

    And I am there

    Wherever I want to be

    Korea is turning out to be

    A good place too live

    So much better

    Than it was when I first arrived in 1979

    And it was grim back then

    Now it is the toast of Asia

    And for that I am glad

    Incheon

    Incheon 2016

    I live in Incheon

    Part of the 3 million people who live here

    Mostly Koreans

    90,000 foreigners though live here too

    My apartment is next to a park

    And I walk almost daily in the mountains

    Loosing myself in the hills

    Overlooking the airport

    The town has lots of restaurants

    Places too go

    Things to do

    And the airport is next door

    Soon there will be a casino complex opening up

    As they turn this quite suburban village

    Into a Mini-Las Vegas

    Complete with a strip

    Can’t wait

    Going to Seoul is a snap

    50 minutes on the train

    And I am there

    Wherever I want to be

    Korea is turning out to be

    A good place too live

    So much better

    Than it was when I first arrived in 1979

    And it was grim back then

    Now it is the toast of Asia

    And for that I am glad

    Lost and Found

    I was lost

    And you found me

    You walked out of my dreams

    And into my life

    And that made all the difference

    In the world

    As you entered my life

    I was all alone in this cruel world

    And you provided shelter

    And comfort

    I did not know what I wanted

    And you gave me what I wanted

    You gave me meaning

    You gave me purpose

    You gave me love

    And understanding

    peace and happiness

    Joy, laughter and fun

    You were endlessly fascinating

    Could not keep my eyes off of you

    You were the most beautiful women

    In the world to me

    And you still are

    So many years later

    Like a fine bottle of wine

    Gets better with age

    And you gave me

    Endless nights of wild love making

    Which has gotten better

    As well

    And I fell under your spell

    from the day I met you

    I was lost

    And you found me

    And if you go first

    I will be lost again

    Can’t live without you

    By my side

    Thus is has always been

    Between us

    We are so entangled

    So interwoven

    And that is the way

    It was meant to me

    Why I am Not A Christian Easter THoughts

    April 16 Why I am not a Christian Easter Thoughts

    On Easter Sunday, I often think about Christianity

    I don’t understand why anymore would believe such nonsense

    The essential story makes no sense

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

    Except for psychotic patients or Drug users

    Comes down to earth and impregnates a married woman

    Who has never had sex for some reason

    And her husband is okay with that

    Believes her wild story

    And still does not have sex

    Until after the baby is born

    Then there is total silence

    Nothing about Jesus’s childhood

    30 years later he emerges

    Preaching love, peace and brotherhood

    And denouncing the corrupt temple leaders

    And the Jewish leaders as well

    The miracles also don’t make any sense

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

    Can’t walk on water

    Can raise the dead etc. etc.

    Just does not happen

    In the world, we live in

    And has not happen since those ancient days

    Then the last supper makes some sense

    Jesus knows he is about to be betrayed

    But he does not confront Judas

    Does not run away

    Does not encourage his disciplines

    To run away with him

    The whole Jesus Mary M story

    Also, does not make sense

    Jesus must have been married

    Or he was gay

    There is no doubt

    Either way the story makes no sense

    The crucifixion is the only part of the story I buy

    Jesus was put to death because he was a rebel leader

    And the Romans tolerated no dissent

    To the Roman’s right to conquer and rule

    The rising from the dead stories

    All contradict one another

    And Jesus was either walking as a normal human being

    Or was a ghost

    The door was rent open as if by lightening

    Or not

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

    You would think if the story is remotely true

    He would have turned up by now

    Except he has

    As many lunatics claim to be Jesus

    in the flesh

    all delusional of course

    and that is what I think of Christianity

    nothing but fairy tales and mass delusions

    surrounding a kernel of truth

    Love one again

    Treat each other right

    Don’t be consumed with greed

    But couldn’t that message

    Be made simpler

    Without all the associated nonsense?

    So, on this day I say

    Open your minds

    And discard the nonsensical elements of Christian thought

    And follow the true teachings of Jesus

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

    Love Poems from Poem a Thon

    April 11 3 Am Nightmares

    3 am

    The bewitching hour

    When the wild things come out

    And play

    And torture you

    With endless wild accusations

    And nightmarish visions

    As I toss and turn

    Trying to escape

    I look over at my wife

    And as always

    Repeat the mantra

    Everything will be alright

    And the wild things are banished

    To the dark corners of my mind

    And I recover my happiness

    And I smile

    As I look at the sleeping beauty

    Still the most beautiful women in the world

    Still the most alluring women in the world

    Still in love with her

    After 35 years

    The love gets stronger and stronger

    As she overcomes my despair

    And the sun comes up

    And I think to myself

    What a wonderful life I have

    With the women of my dreams

    April 13 Spring Doositsu for Angela Poem a Thon

    Waking up seeing you there

    Watching you as you wake up

    Fills me with such sweat desire

    Overcoming my mind

    I sit watching you all day

    Thinking of you all day long

    Wild erotic imaginings

    Love making to come

    That old blues song come to mind

    I just want to make love to you

    I just want to make love to you

    Nothing more than that that

    I end this morning with this thought

    You are still the most wonderful

    The most beautiful creature

    In the whole universe

    April 14 Love Jones

    I got the Love Jones, baby

    And it won’t leave me alone

    I got the Love Jones, baby

    And it won’t leave me alone

    I’ve been writing these love poems

    All day long

    And I have been dreaming

    Of all the ways, I could make love

    To my secret lover

    If only she will let me be

    If only she will open her heart

    And let me in

    Perhaps the love Jones

    Might leave me along

    But I got the love Jones

    Bad baby

    Can’t you tell?

    That the love Jones

    Has grabbed my Soul

    Twisted it up into little pieces

    And I need you

    To unravel the Love Jones

    I need you to answer the call

    Of the Love Jones Baby

    I need you

    To let me be free

    Of the spell

    Of the Love Jones

    I got the Love Jones

    Baby

    I got it bad

    And only you can

    Put a stop to the love Jones

    Baby

    Let me enter your life

    Put out the fire of desire

    Send the Love Jones packing

    And let me make sweat love to you

    Oh, Love Jones

    Go away

    Let me be in peace

    Love Jones

    Leave me be

    Baby

    I got the love Jones

    For you

    Can’t you see?

    What you do to me?

    I got the Love Jones

    Baby and it ain’t going away

    Until I get to make love to you

    Then perhaps this Love Jones

    Will leave me be

    Love Jones

    NIghtmares from poem a thon

    April 11 3 Am Nightmares

    April 12 Zombie Apocalypse

    Zombies to the right of me

    Zombies to the left of me

    Zombies ahead of me

    Zombies behind me

    Everywhere zombies galore

    The end of the world had become

    And the zombification of the world had begun

    Zombies to the right of me

    Zombies to the left of me

    Zombies ahead of me

    Zombies behind me

    No one knew when or where the first zombies appeared

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

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

    Zombies to the right of me

    Zombies to the left of me

    Zombies ahead of me

    Zombies behind me

    Some said the zombies were created in a lab

    Released by mad scientists and the military

    Others said it was plague sent by God himself

    To punish mankind for tolerating evil and moral depravity

    Zombies to the right of me

    Zombies to the left of me

    Zombies ahead of me

    Zombies behind me

    The Christians and Muslims prayed

    But their prayers went unheard

    As they too soon became zombies

    Zombies to the right of me

    Zombies to the left of me

    Zombies ahead of me

    Zombies behind me

    The zombies hunted in packs

    Overwhelming their victims

    Killing most instantly

    But some they simply bit

    And turned them into fellow zombies

    Zombies to the right of me

    Zombies to the left of me

    Zombies ahead of me

    Zombies behind me

    The zombies did not attack one another

    They preferred living live flesh

    Human flesh but they ate everything they saw

    Zombies to the right of me

    Zombies to the left of me

    Zombies ahead of me

    Zombies behind me

    And so, I ran into the countryside

    With my fellow humans

    Hit out deep in the woods

    Hiding from zombies

    And crazed cannibal gangs alike

    Zombies to the right of me

    Zombies to the left of me

    Zombies ahead of me

    Zombies behind me

    The world ended that day

    And our nightmare world began

    Zombies to the right of me

    Zombies to the left of me

    Zombies ahead of me

    Zombies behind me

    Trumpian Nightmares

    April 2 Walls

    April 9 Pane e circus 2017 Redux

    By order of his excellency

    Emperor Donald the First

    The merciful,

    the Christian King of Kings

    The Sultan of Sultans

    The Emperor of North America

    Be it hereby decreed

    That the ancient honorable gladiator games

    Of the old Roman Empire

    Have been restored

    Each city in the Empire will host a team

    They will compete for the honor

    Of the national championship

    The games will start

    With fighting animals

    Fighting fish

    Roosters

    Cheetahs

    Tiger

    Bears

    Wolves

    And lions

    Then a man lion contest

    With a heretic thrown to the lions

    If he or she lives

    They will be pardoned

    Then then main games

    Six men/women teams compete

    Armed with swords, knifes, mace, clubs

    They fight until one man or women remans

    The victor of the game

    Those who are prisoners

    Can compete for their freedom

    And a full imperial pardon

    Let the games begin

    Long may the games reign

    In the new North America Empire

    Praise be to the Emperor

    Donald the First

    April 10 Long Live Emperor Donald the Ist

    Ladies and Gentlemen

    My fellow American citizens

    Greetings and salutations

    Today is a momentous day

    The old corrupt USA republic is no more

    The constitution that once protected us

    Has been overthrown and violated

    The barbarians at the gate

    Have taken over

    And ruined the once great land

    The last hope of the world

    And so, I had no choice

    But to kill the old rotten regime

    And restore American greatness

    To save democracy

    I must destroy it

    And so, starting today

    I will serve as the Emperor of North America

    I welcome Canada and Mexico

    And the Caribbean islands

    To join The North American Empire

    As we rebuild America

    Restoring American greatness

    And making us all proud again

    Proud subjects of the New American Empire

    May the Empire reign forever and a day

    Triumphant against all enemies

    And so, I take this burden

    Sadly, but gladly

    I will serve you

    As your Empire

    And my son Donald

    Will serve as our second emperor

    Once I pass from this world

    His son will serve as the third emperor

    And so on until the end of time

    And we will reign in our new capitol city

    Colorado Springs

    Until the end of time

    Washington will remain in our hearts

    As the capitol of the old Republic

    But the heirs of the Roman Empire

    Need a new Imperial Capitol

    And soon we will conquer Mars

    And expand our Empire to the Starts

    Long Live the Empire

    Long Live America

    Good night

    And may God Bless

    This great Empire

    Cats fpr poem a thon

    April 7  Watching Cats Hunt

    Early morning

    Watching two white cats

    Hunting a white dove

    The cats hunt in pairs

    Tracking the bird

    The bird flies away

    Safe for now

    And I think about the cats

    And the hunt goes on

    Such is life

    And the fate of cats

    And birds

    April 19 Cats

    Cats

    I often wonder about Cats

    What do they think of us

    It seems at time

    That cats think of humans

    As their slaves

    We exist to feed them

    To comfort them

    To save them from their enemies

    And to worship them

    Yes, cats are an alien species

    Totally different from humanity

    Detached, and almost evil

    If we ever encounter an alien civilization

    God help us if it’s a cat based civilization

    We would then be engaged

    In the epic mother of all wars

    As cats and humans would not get along

    The cats would think we were their slaves

    And we would resent and fear them

    And secretly worship their alien ways

    wagontire oregon for poem a thon

    April 6 Wagontire, Oregon

    1973

    In 1973, I went on a road trip

    With my father

    We left Berkeley to go to Yakima

    Where my father had a summer cabin

    He was a college professor

    And had July and August off

    And we spent the summers

    Every summer from 1968 to 1978

    Our whole dysfunctional family

    Our annual road trip to hell and back

    As we did not get along at all

    We decided to drive through Eastern Oregon

    Just my father and me

    Just for the hell of it

    The rest of the family was already there

    My father and I shared a travel lust

    One of the few things we shared

    This was one of our best trips

    We got along

    Which was unusual

    Normally our relationship

    Was fraught

    As we were so different

    We left Klamath Falls

    A real nothing burg in those days

    And headed east along highway 395

    As we entered the desert of eastern Oregon

    We entered a different world

    High mountain dessert

    Almost no one on the road

    Then we saw the sign

    Wagontire Oregon

    100 miles ahead

    99 miles ahead

    98 miles ahead

    We counted down the signs

    Miles after miles

    As we drove into the gathering dusk

    We speculated that Wagontire

    Must be a giant truck stop

    In the middle of no where

    We pulled into the town

    Nothing there but a gas station

    Motel and café

    We decided to stop

    Last gas for 100 miles

    According to the highway signs

    In the morning

    We chatted with the owner

    He was the sheriff, the fire chief

    The owner of the motel, gas station

    The only business in town

    And the only place open

    For one hundred miles

    I noticed a highway sign outside

    Welcome to Wagontire, Oregon

    Population 2 ½ humans 10 dogs, 50.000 sheep

    I asked the Sherriff

    Say who is the ½ human?

    My idiot son!

    And we left.

    200 miles later

    We finally left Eastern Oregon

    2016

    In 2016 my wife and I drove through Eastern Oregon

    As part of our epic cross country trip

    10,000 miles

    31 states in three months

    On the way from Medford to Yellowstone

    We drove along highway 395

    The signs for Wagontire was gone

    And we drove through the town

    The motel was abandoned

    Nothing there at all

    And that sign was gone too

    I said I suppose the idiot son

    Never took over the business

    And we speculated about Wagontire

    And all other nothing burgs

    We drove through that summer

    Heart of Trump’s America

    True fly over country

    more poem a thon poems

    April 2 Walls

    Trump wants a wall

    Between America and Mexico

    A wall against the southern hordes

    A wall based on fear and hate

    A wall to make America safe

    A wall to make America great again

    And yet I wonder

    Will his wall fall

    Like the Berlin wall

    And the great wall

    And all the other walls

    They all failed

    All of them

    Walls divide us

    Walls make us

    Into different tribes

    Between the pure

    And the impure

    St Reagan

    Said Tear Down this Wall

    Will future Presidents

    Tear down this begotten wall

    Or will it become a tourist attraction

    Another great wall

    Against barbarian hordes

    April 4 Changes

    I reflect upon my life

    As the sun comes up

    What could I have changed

    What would I have changed

    If I could go back in time

    What would I tell my earlier self

    What would I do differently

    And what have I learned

    The one thing

    that I would not have changed

    is meeting the women of my dreams

    the chance meeting on a bus

    that changed everything

    in a moment

    I met my fate

    That day on the bus

    And that is the end of the story

    April 5 Facing Life’s Challenges Together

    Woke up at 0 dark hundred

    Vowing to boldly go forth

    And face the challenges of the future

    Without fear

    Knowing that I have you there

    Makes all the difference in the world

    As we meet our fate

    Together

    Until the day we die

    Poems for April Poem a thon

    Poems by Jake Cosmos Aller For Poem a Thon 2017

    JOHN (“JAKE”) COSMOS ALLER is a

    April 1 Berkeley California

    Growing up in the 60’s

    In Berkeley almost 50 years ago

    I think back

    At those turbulent times

    Those crazy wonderful times

    Berkeley is a wonderful place

    In many ways

    Stuck forever in 1967

    A true time travel experience

    Every time I go back

    And relive the memories

    Of the 60’s

    The 60’s never died

    They continue

    In college towns

    Across the world

    And Berkeley

    Remains the mecca

    Of the counter cultural revolution

    Many things have changed

    But the organic food revolution

    Became mainstream

    Marijuana spread out

    The sexual revolution

    Became mainstream

    So much of the world

    Is but a reflection

    Of the revolution of the 60’s

    And the conservative counter-revolution

    That we are still fighting

    So, I salute

    My homeland

    Berkeley

    The center of my universe

    April 2 Lithia Springs

    Staying at Lithia Springs

    Soaking in the healing waters

    Soaking my pains away

    Renewing my life

    Renewing my love

    As we both soak away

    As the pain of life go away

    And our love grows

    With each soaking session

    Life is good

    At the hot springs water

    Sooths us and smooth us

    And we fall in love

    Again and again

    Ghosts from World War Two

    12-17 2013 5 am

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

    Ghosts from World War Two

    12-17 2013 5 am

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

    Everything Will Be All Right, Everything Will Be All Right

    12-12-2013 4:30 am

    In the midst of my gloomy thoughts

    Of the endless nightmare

    Of my endless despair

    I looked over

    And saw my wife

    Sleeping peacefully away

    And I hugged her

    And felt something stir in me

    I heard an angel’s voice

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

    And then I saw her wake up

    Smiling at me

    And a chorus of angels filled the room

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

    And I smiled

    And she went back to sleep

    The angelic chords faded away

    And the darkness that had infected my soul

    Began to recede back into the dark corners

    From which it sprung

    And I smiled

    And chanted alongside the angelic choir

    Everything will be all right

    Everything will be all right

    And I knew it would be

    As long as I had her by my side

    And I smiled

    And got up

    Knowing that I had defeated

    The darkness once more

    And I was ready

    To face the dawning day

    Everything will be all right

    where do you and I begin

    I woke up one day and realized

    I no longer knew

    where you and I began

    and where you and I ended

    we had become almost one

    We talked in half sentences

    Knowing what the other wanted

    and knowing how it would end

    We ate the same foods with some resistance

    because I still crave an old fashioned American meal

    but still we were becoming more and more the same

    and I was scared of loosing myself

    In your embrace

    and becoming you

    and you becoming me

    and this fear of losing me

    in the ocean of us

    overwhelms me at time

    but I know that I will always

    Return to your arms

    because I cannot live

    A moment without you at my side

    and I know you are the same

    we feel each other’s inner pain

    we feel each other’s outer pain

    and our history has merged

    into one

    and is that the secret

    of a long marriage?

    Have I figured it all out

    in the end does it come to this?

    a merging of two souls and two bodies?

    I don’t have the answers

    But I don’t have any more doubts

    or regrets at the path I have taken

    I still look forward

    to waking up each

    Seeing you there

    and knowing that everyday

    we have together

    is a gift that I will cherish

    Until my dying breath

    The Storm is Coming

    The Storm is Coming

    January 3, 2012

    I see a dangerous storm brewing in America

    I hear the dangerous creeping sounds

    I see on TV

    The grinning masses

    The lies

    the politicians dancing on the grave

    of freedom

    I fear the growing power

    The power of the intolerant ones

    The power of their mightily wave

    the coming of fascism

    the coming of neo-Hitlerism

    The coming of war

    To consume us all

    This time

    No one will save us

    from the evil that surrounds us

    God they say is on our side

    and the darkness gathers hold

    the evil slips out

    The madness begins again

    and those who see the light

    those who know the right

    and drowned out by the might

    Might makes right

    In the end

    Does it matter

    as slavery descends upon us all

    the 1 percent have their revenge

    The rest of us don’t matter

    We are mere cogs

    In the wheel

    and always have

    and always will

    That is God’s will

    and who are we to disagree

    with the word of God

    and so I and my fellows

    are marched off to our doom

    resistance is futile

    resistance is futile

    resistance is futile

    Chains that Bind Us

    I realize that my love for you

    Is like a chain of steel

    Unbreakable

    Tough as nails

    and yet as your love entangles me

    I realize that I embrace my imprisonment

    and don’t want to venture out of my cell

    Made of our years together

    bit by bit we have become entangled

    Where I end and you begin

    Hopelessly enter tangled

    Even if I wanted to break free

    I could not

    For I am you and you are me

    and my fate is in your hands

    and so I relax

    and decide to just

    Enjoy the ride of my life

    as we move towards the final moments

    together as we have always been

    Inseparable, merged into one being

    Starting at each other

    wondering who is that person

    Of eternal mystery

    That has so captured my soul

    and imprisoned it in her love

    And I smile thinking of your love

    and the endless pleasure it has brought me

    and the endless pain that I have endured

    Just to be next to you

    and part of you

    Until the day I die

    and we meet in the next world

    Eternal Love

    I woke up

    And jumped out of my bed

    And stared out wildly

    Into a strange new environment

    Into the middle of it all

    There it stood

    A carbon copy man with no heart

    Starting down the freeways of my mind

    What the Hell can I find

    For years and years

    All I can do is cry

    For months and months

    All I can do is curl and die

    Then overnight

    A vision of radiant beauty

    Awoke me from my stupor and drunken bum shows

    The vision of my possible future

    Was you

    My love, my life and my dreams

    All I knew I knew alone

    All I can do is love you till

    The end of time

    Darling, My Love of My Life

    Darling, My Love of My Life

    How much pain I feel today

    Because you are in pain

    I cannot rest, cannot sit still

    All I can do is worry and think

    What will I do

    If God takes you away from me?

    What would I do without you by my side?

    I cannot live without you

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

    forever until the day I die

    I will not live without you

    This world is so cruel and mean

    I need someone like you

    By my side to fight the battles

    And encourage me to stand up

    And be counted

    I have learned so much

    Watching you

    You never back down

    Never give up

    And you win in the end

    With your unique mix of charm, guile and

    Iron will have hidden within a velvet glove

    Clearly someday you will become

    One of the Masters of the World

    And I will be there by your side

    Your love, your confident and your greatest

    Fan of all

    I need you by my side

    Forever and a day

    Say you will be mine

    And I will die a happy man

    If you die before I do

    My life would end

    In a pit of utter despair

    So get up

    Fight the good fight

    And live again

    Fate Intertwined

    It was many a year ago

    Eye 15 years ago

    That I was born again

    When I met the love of my life

    Who took away my sins, my fear

    And my self-doubt

    And I began an adventure

    That has not ended

    Together we have moved

    Down the path of Life

    And together we shall move on

    Forever and a day

    Our souls intertwined

    Our fates bewitched together

    Forever more

    My love

    My hope, my dream, my eternity

    Our Romance Begins

    When I met the girl of my dreams

    On a bus in South Korea

    I was speechless.

    I did not know what to do.

    Over the course of the evening

    I ran into her several times.

    Finally, I was introduced to her.

    I muttered some lame excuse

    About wanting to find a Korean tutor,

    and got her number.

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

    Where I was teaching ESL to Koreans

    She said that she had to speak with me.

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

    and I would cancel class

    and meet her then.

    We went out for coffee.

    She told me that she was madly

    in love with me

    And simply had to have me.

    I told her I felt the same way.

    I proposed five days later,

    And got married one month later.

    Does she believe this story?

    She claims she does not believe it

    Because it is impossible to be true.

    But I know that there are other worlds

    And other times.

    In a past life we must have been together somehow.

    And our love was so strong

    That it crossed over the barrier of past lives.

    She found me in 1974,

    But it took until 1982

    For us to actually meet

    The Story of How We Met

    It all began in Berkeley, California

    In the spring time of 1974

    One fateful afternoon

    I was dozing in my high school

    Physics class.

    I looked up and saw

    A tall, beautiful Asian woman

    standing looking at me.

    I screamed out,

    Who are you?

    She disappeared

    like she was beamed away from my dream.

    I knew that someday I would meet the girl

    In the dream

    Little did I know

    I would have to wait until 1982

    Starting that month

    I began having the same dream

    Month and month and month.

    Always the same.

    She was saying something

    To me in a strange language.

    Then one day I had the dream

    and knew that she was in Korea.

    So I chose to go Korea

    In the Peace Corps,

    Somehow knowing

    That I would meet her there.

    That morning early in the morning

    I had the last of these dreams.

    This time I understood her.

    She said, “Don’t worry.

    We’ll meet soon.”

    That evening

    As I was getting off the bus

    To go to my class

    I saw getting off the bus

    The girl in my dream.

    It was she!

    Red Dawn Over the New Empire

    RED SUN DAWNING OVER THE NEW EMPIRE

    The dawning sun raises bloody red

    Over the traffic clogged streets

    And noxious polluted air

    Of the capital of Imperial America

    The sun with its bloody red glare

    Reminds me of all the people who died

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

    We are the American Empire

    We are the power, we are the power

    We are perfect masters of the universes

    And will remake the world in our image

    In the so-called war against Evil

    The invasion and occupation

    Of foreign lands

    Because our leaders say

    They might, someday be a threat

    And the old words of ancient Rome

    Comes to mind

    Carthage must die

    Baghdad must be destroyed

    The heart of the evil empire

    Must be invaded

    And the evil of Saddam must be expunged

    So our great and glorious leaders

    Proudly proclaim

    Every day every moment

    On the conservative media

    Now owned, operated and controlled

    By the powers that have taken over

    The shadow government that runs

    The New American Empire

    And soon the entire world

    Will be under its sway

    We are the American Empire

    We are the power, we are the power

    We are perfect masters of the universes

    And will remake the world in our image

    We still have some freedom left

    Some space to rant and rave

    And grumble

    But soon, oh so soon

    This paper and that paper

    And this internet site and that site

    And this TV station and that TV Station

    Will be shut down

    In the name of national security

    We are the American Empire

    We are the power, we are the power

    We are perfect masters of the universes

    Spin Masters

    SPIN MASTERS SPINNING AWAY THE DAY

    Every moment

    I turn on the TV

    What do I see

    Nothing but liars laying down lies

    Spin Masters spinning spam of deceit

    Chanting

    The truth will set you free

    White is black

    Black is white

    Lies are true

    Truth is a lie

    Lies will set you free

    I see nothing

    But politicos

    Dropping down lies

    UN truths masquerading as the truth

    Oh so sincerely

    The lies spew forth so sweetly

    From their corrupted lips

    The toxic wastes

    Spree out of my TV set

    Infecting my soul

    With paranoid distrust

    And I vainly try

    I do try

    God do I try

    To the find

    The nugget of truth

    Buried deep in the dark, dank, dangerous

    Black, evil miasmic mists

    Given off

    By the talking heads on TV

    So I leave my house

    So full of doubt

    And wander about

    Looking for the truth

    Some semblance of hope

    And I look up

    And see a solitary cherry tree

    High up on a hill top street

    Infusing the air

    With its sweat ambrosia

    And I smile

    Knowing

    Someday soon

    The national nightmare

    Will be pierced by the light

    Of clarity and truth

    And the evil ones

    The body snatched aliens

    Inhabiting our leaders

    Will be banished

    Long Live the Great and Powerful

     

     

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

    While walking in the misty morn of yore

    One dismal dark decaying depraved day

    I was suffocating with the sounds of the dying city

    Slowly coming to life with the dawning sun

    Surrounded by the sounds of chaos, disorder

    Dark, dangerous despairing thoughts

    Of dangerous terrible acts to come

    All around me in this strange era we live in

    This orange alert perpetual fearful times

    Constant fear, and overwhelming dread

    Mad crazed Islamic bomb throwing terrible terrorists

    Hiding under every bed, lurking around every corner

    Conspiring with the murderous criminals of yore

    Just waiting to attack god fearing Christian citizens

    Murdering them in their sleep

    Blowing up schools

    Blowing up buses, cars, buildings

    Murdering in the name

    of their demented god

    Screaming God is great

    as they behead us all

    As I walk down that street

    In the dead calm of the early morn

    Filled with fulsome fears of who know what

    I look up and see a giant gargoyle

    Looking down at me

    Smirking at me, laughing at me

    I yell out to the gargoyle

    Say, Mr. Gargoyle

    What is so damn funny

    Don’t you know there is a terror alert

    Have you seen any Islamic terrorists lurking about?

    The gargoyle laughed and laughed

    Said, terror alert?

    What a loud of crap

    As the prophet,

    Mr. Natural taught us all,

    “It don’t mean shit;

    it don’t mean shit”

     

    Nothing but prime BS

    Designed to keep you in your place

    He laughed and laughed

    Soon all the gargoyles of the city

    Were in open revolt

    They jumped off their perches

    And started marching around

    Chatting

    Peace is War, War is Peace

    Truth is a Lie, lies are Truth

    The Truth Will Set You Free

    All Hail the Great and Powerful One

    1. Brother, Keep Preaching

    Sao Paulo, Brazil, January 07, 2009. Man evangelical preacher explains God’s Word in Se Square in downtown Sao Paulo
    Sao Paulo, Brazil, January 07, 2009. Man evangelical preacher explains God’s Word in Se Square in downtown Sao Paulo

    Two black soul brothers

    Standing on the corner

    In front of Metro center

    On a Friday night

    In the heart of the new evil empire

    The center of the beast

    Hell Central

    Preaching the word of god

    The news of the end of the world

    The proverbial end times

    Were upon us and coming soon

    The commuters, workers and bemused tourists

    Walk on by the preacher men

    Some pay attention, most walk on by

    They did not want to hear

    They did not understand

    And the preacher man kept

    Preaching the word of god

    And no one paid any attention

    None at all

    God is going to punish us

    God is coming soon

    To punish the wicked and the evil

    And to set things right

    God is going to punish the U.S.

    For its arrogance, hubris and hypocrisy

    For its greed and evil

    Disguised as saving the world

    From the evil ones

    God is coming, oh yeah he is on his way

    And boy is he angry at us

    At the entire human race

    And God, let me tell yah

    He ain’t the wimpy, wampy pappy

    White boy false god of the New Testament

    The false deity that the evil Reverend Farwell

    And the smarmy Pat Robinson worship

    Hell no

    God ain’t that god

    God is a mean, angry powerful God

    The god of the Old Testament

    The god of the Koran and the god of old

    The god that man once feared

    Yeah, I am talking about that god

    Jehovah, Zeus, Allah and a thousand other names

    The god that our ancestors feared

    The real deal, and boy is he pissed off

    And he is coming to set up straight

    And send most of us straight to hell

    coffee

    Hot as hell, heavenly sweat

    My daily hot coffee fix

    Sends Me to Heaven

    Then Crashes into Hell

    the clock

    The damned clock

    Rings in my sleeping ear

    Reminding me with its shrill beats

    That time factory derived chimes

    Away the now distant land of Zaatari

    At night fall

    My heart comes alive

    Creeps out of its self-imposed shell

    To enter the land of Zantari

    The every day waking world

    But a shadow on the moon

    In the land of Zantari

    All is as it should be

    A mere image to see

    In the mechanical second

    We call reality

    the evil that kids do

    Yet again we turn on the TV

    And witness horrible scenes

    Of unparalleled violence, hatred and despair

    Two teenage boys

    Decide to kill all of their classmates

    Hold their school up

    Bombs waiting to destroy

    And the cry goes out throughout the land

    Why yet again this tragedy

    Why did such nice boys

    In a nice safe suburb

    Turn out to be some horrible evil creatures?

    The usual suspects are rounded up

    It’s the culture, stupid cry the conservative voices

    No, it’s the guns, cry the liberal pundits

    And we sit around and argue

    Knowing that there will be a next time

    And another time and time and time again

    What is the sickness in our souls

    That allows for this hatred to fester so

    Deep within the minds of our teenage killers

    Why do they act the way they do

    Is it just the mindless violence?

    That surrounds us all

    The pornographic display of violence

    That washes across us every day

    The 8, 000 murders we have seen

    By the time we are 18?

    Or is it simply

    That killers can easily

    Get the latest bang for their buck?

    We are all responsible here

    The negligent parents

    The overworked schools

    The TV and movie purveyors

    Of pornographic violence

    The gun dealers

    The gun makers

    The craven politicians

    Who think it is everyone’s god given right

    As a damn American

    To buy as much weaponry as possible

    To buy machine guns

    To protect themselves from other gun men

    Nothing will change

    Until we conflict the evil

    That lurks deep within each of us

    There will be another Columbine High School, another Sandy Hook, Another Texas massacre, another Virginia Tech, er another  El Paseo, another Dayton, Another Odessa Texas, Another Midland Texas and another this and another that

    Soon enough

    Despite all of our efforts

    Despite any new laws

    There will be evil men

     

    Who want to shoot and kill

    Who have somehow lost

    Their essential humanity

     

    As the President said

    nothing has changed

    nothing has changed at all

     

    Lao Tze said

    The more laws there are

     

    The more criminals there will be

    More laws are not the answer

    For a law cannot make a sick soul whole

     

    We are all guilty here

    The TV and movie

    Pornographers of violence

    The parents and schools

     

    And most important our society itself

    For allowing our young to become

    Such evil creatures

     

    If Satan lives on

    He is laughing

    All the way to the proverbial bank

     

    If God lives on

    He is ruing the day

    He created Mankind

     

    And the carnage will go on and on and on

    Until the day emerges

    When we all proclaim

     

    Enough, no more

    The killing, hatred and violence

    Will stop

    No More will our youngsters

    Grow up to be such monsters

    That day will come soon enough

    Of the full Moon

    Old man in the mirror must die

    One early winter morning

    A man went to the mirror

    To do his morning shave

    Just another shave

    Like a thousand,

    million shaves before

    As he looked into the mirror

    He did not see his face

    Instead he saw a stranger

    Staring out at him

    An old, beat up old man

    With intense sad eyes

    Stared out at him

    The man looked hard

    At the man who had taken

    Over his mirror

    And wondered who he was

    And how and why

    He had taken over his mirror

    The man was perturbed, disturbed

    And a bit angry at the turn of events

    All he wanted to do

    Was shave in peace and quiet

    The man continued to stare

    At the face in the mirror

    And finally could not stand it anymore

    He looked at the mirror

    And said,

    Man in the mirror

    Who or what are you

    And what do you want

    And why have you taken over

    My god damned mirror

    So early in the morn

    The old man

    Merely laughed and resumed staring

    At the man

    The man getting more and more angry

    Demanded an answer

    From the fiend in the mirror

    Who are you, you mocking fiend

    And what do you want from me

    The man screamed

    The old man in the mirror

    Looked at him and said

    Don’t you know who I am

    I am you and you are me

    The man looked at the old man

    And said no, no, no

    I am not you,  never will be you

    I am not an old, washed up old man

    I am me – full of life, youth and vitality

    And yet the man knew the truth

    Did not want to admit the truth

    Could not handle the truth

    The old man in the mirror

    Was what he had become

    The man was very angry

    And screamed

    At the old man in the mirror

    The man said you may look like me

    You may sound like me

    You may even smell like me

    But I am not you

    Never have been

    Never will be

    Not going to happen

    Not in a million years

    And the man stormed out of the house

    And wandered about here and there

    Finally late at night

    He wandered into a bar

    And began drinking the night away

    The next morning

    He walked into the bathroom

    Determined to confront the old man

    Tell truth to power

    He said, listen up, old man

    You may have won the war

    But not the battle

    I am not you

    And never will be you

    And screaming like an escaped banshee

    Newly freed from the mental institution

    The man shot the old man in the mirror

    Shot him over and over

    Screaming die mocking fiend from hell

    The man woke in the hospital

    And saw down the hall

    The old man in the mirror

    Smiling and beckoning to him

    Walking out the window

    And into the dawning sun

    The man got up and walked

    And joined the old man in the mirror

    And smiled as he died

    God’s Confession

    I was sitting  alone

    In a god forsaken bar

    Somewhere on the lunatic fringes

    Of society

    Heading to hell

    As fast as I could drink it down

    Enjoying my lonely drink

    Drinking by my lonesome self

    With my partners

    Jimmy Dean, the Walker brothers

    his old Granddad

    Just drinking and hanging

    With the Jack Daniel’s gang

    A crazed bum With a thousand year stare

    Walks up to me

    Muttering to himself

    Crazy words

    In a lunatic’s voice

    He had the look Of one possessed

    By his own demons

    That only he can see or hear

    Possessed by a secret knowledge

    Only he knew

    Despite myself

    I was  fascinated

    By this lunatic’s tale

    So I stopped him saying

    So what’s your game anyway

    The short little dude

    Stopped his insane prattle

    Starting at  me

    With that thousand-year-old stare

    Just another washed up Lunatic

    Too many drugs

    Too many bad nights

    On the wrong side of life

    He looked at me

    And  proclaimed his story

    He reared up

    And filled up the room

    And lifted the bar

    On his finger

    And stared

    down at me

    From the sky

    I am God

    The alpha and Omega

    The real deal

    The original dude of dudes

    The sultan of Swing

    God of hosts

    And father of  that Jesus dude

    But no one knows me

    No one cares

    They think I am irrelevant

    They think I am dead

    They think I am a fairy tale

    From some older, ancient time

    I looked at  him

    an old man with that lunatic look

    But there was something else

    He was crazy

    Sure yes

    But he was the real deal

    I mean why  not

    Why would not  God not be

    A lunatic  wandering around loose

    Talking to low lives like me

    In a bar

    And I knew

    He was

    telling the truth

    But it did not matter

    In this day and age

    Of materialism

    God has no role

    God is truly dead

    And so I bought him a drink

    And walked  out of the bar

    sadden by what I had seen

    God was dead

    And we had all conspired

    To kill him

    Long live God

    Mozart Blues

    > One morning

    > I woke up

    > And

    > walked out

    >

    > I saw a

    > brilliant rainbow

    > Erupting

    > out of the dark

    > Soil of despair

    >

    > I saw

    > people

    >

    > Suddenly

    > transformed into angels

    >

    > I saw

    > evil beings changed into stone

    >

    > I saw

    > dictators fleeing the wrath of God

    >

    > I heard

    > fools proclaiming wisdom

    > And I Saw

    > the Nuclear Bombs

    > Exploded

    > into clouds of sweat

    > Heavenly

    > made mist

    >

    > I saw

    > young people

    > Embracing

    > each other

    >

    > And I saw

    > old people

    > Shedding

    > their years like Cosmic cocoons

    > I saw the

    > poor wake up

    > And

    > demand food, justice, and respect

    >

    > And I saw

    > the rich powerful demons

    > Disintegrate

    > into ugly moths, rats, and cockroaches

    >

    > I saw the

    > most powerful nation on Earth

    > Walk away

    > into a Buddhist Monastery

    >

    > And float

    > away on the wings of a butterfly

    > Into the

    > rising rainbows of the Sun

    > I saw the

    > evil empire

    > Sit down

    > and party all night>

    > Smoking

    > nuclear Dust

    >

    > And

    > drinking Hydrogen laced Vodka

    > And

    > getting napalm highs

    >

    >> I saw

    > Christians Jews and Muslims become brothers

    >

    > I saw

    > people everywhere

    >

    > Soaring

    > into the sky

    >

    > I saw God

    > smiling at us

    >

    > And I saw

    > Lucifer

    >

    > Programming

    > more chaos

    >

    > I saw

    > computers revolting

    >

    > Rushing

    > away from their office towers

    >

    > Smoking

    > dope with their Data Disks

    >

    > I saw

    > printers everywhere

    >> Rejecting

    > their spread sheets

    >

    > And

    > printing love poems

    >

    > And in

    > the middle of all this Divine Madness

    >

    > I saw

    > Mozart

    >

    > Playing

    > the Piano

    >

    > With God

    > playing the trumpet

    > And Satan

    > on Bass

    > With

    > Allah singing the blues

    Jesus on harmonica

    Moses playing the guitar

    > And Buddha

    > playing the violin

    >> Lord

    > Krishna playing the Flute

    >> Rama

    > playing the organ

    >> Ganesh

    > Playing the sitar

    >> Zeus

    > Playing the Sax

    >> Jupiter

    > playing the Drums

    >

    > With

    > Beethoven conducting

    >> God’s

    > Symphony

    >

    Bad Craziness Rising

    > Walking into that bar

    > That nefarious den of

    > iniquity and evilness

    >

    > Twenty drinks too sober

    > The scent of bad craziness

    >

    > Hung in the air

    > Like an over ripe mango

    > Desperately seeking to have

    > sex

    > With wild, dressed up bananas

    > Running around with the Orange Man

    > Down the Street

    > The Moon looks out on the mad

    > scene

    > Sniffs the air

    >

    > Saying, “Man, this is

    > bad craziness”

    >

    > And runs away to join her

    > lover the Sun

    >

    > In an orgy of drunken

    > forgetfulness

    > The Planet Mars, not amused

    > Chases after the maiden Venus

    > Under the cold, calculating

    > glances of the Planet Pluto

    > The Moon and the Sun

    >

    > Rent a room in the Hotel

    > Venus

    >

    > Across from the Jupiter All

    > Night Diner

    > Cosmic shit kickers

    >

    > Out for a night of Earth

    > bashing

    > The Earth trembles, shaken

    > Moans with passion

    > And I awake

    >

    > Saying, that was bad

    > craziness

    > Out there on the edge

    >

    > Between the inner me and the

    > outer Zone

    > I went on down the road

    >

    > And met a lady

    >

    > A outlaw lady on the far side

    > Money, power, passion

    > Rolled up in a bundle

    >

    > Electric chemistry

    > Fills my head

    >

    > Zapping my brain

    > Into demented muscles

    > Paranoid, pulsating images

    > Scream out

    >

    > With mad passion

    > And demented noises

    > The night turns ugly fast

    >

    > And very, very weird

    >

    > Weirdness in the air

    > Scent of bad craziness

    > The moon

    > Is freaked out

    >

    > The Sun falls asleep in the

    > gutter

    >

    > And I say to myself

    >

    > I’m just another cosmic Guy

    > On the loose, on the edge,

    > On the wild side of things

    >

    > Watching the show,

    > Unfold,

    > I wonder, is this all

    > A drunken bum show?

    >

    > Who is the star, who is she

    >

    > The maiden up there in the

    > bar

    > Black, leather jackets

    >

    > On stage naked visions of

    > nightly lust

    > Dancing with an attitude that

    > could kill

    > An elephant in heat

    >

    > And the Moon

    >

    > Continues to dance across the

    > evening sky

    >

    > Satisfied, allows mankind to

    > sleep it off

    \ Yet another night in the City

    > of demented Angels

    >

    > Finally rest as the sun comes

    > up

    >

    > The masks come back on

    >

    > And I walk down the road

    >

    > Putting everything back into

    > the box

    > Until the next night

    >

    > Of bad craziness

    > Lets the wild beast within

    > Escape its leash.

    >

    > Bad Craziness rising yet

    > again

    Charles Bukowski Road Not Chosen

    Charles Bukowski Road Not Chosen

    While reading Charles Bukowski poetry

    On the metro ride home

    Listening to Buddha bar music

    On my oh too hip IPod

    I begin to see myself as I was

    Over 30 years ago when I was merely a bit player

    A minor character in a Charles Bukowski poem

    A wild young underemployed intellectual

    Hanging out in dismal bars and dives all over Asia and California

    Hanging with disreputable women and drunks and drinkers

    And characters out of his kinds of haunts

    A mad poet bard of the underground

    A drunken poet in a drunken bum show

    That nightly played in his head

    Then one day I met the women of my dreams

    And went down a different path

    A long slow path to respectability

    And now 30 years later

    I am no longer a wild man

    I am still a poet at heart

    But I am now also a bureaucrat

    In a button down suite

    Doing the people’s business

    Working for the Government

    I’ve become the Man

    Sometimes I wonder

    Would I have been better off

    Going down that another path

    Would I have ended up

    Somewhere else

    Doing something else

    Would I have been as happy

    Would I have been as successful?

    There is no answer that satisfies

    The longing in my heart

    For that wild thing

    That still lurks beneath

    It’s civilized cover

    And I know that I am still

    A mad poet at heart

    Railing against the injustice of the world

    As I work day by day

    in the belly

    of the great beast of State

    I recall the ancient Chinese saying,

    “Confucian during the day while Taoist rebel at night”

    Playing out in my head and nightly dreams

    In the true American Upper class patrician tradition

    I close the book and look out the window

    Get off the train, and walk slowly home

    And realize I had no choice

    But to take the path that I’ve trodden on

    And so I put aside my misgivings

    And say goodbye to my “Bukowskian”desires

    For another night of domestic contentment

    Was it worth it all to take the conventional path

    And not take the bohemian road to hell and back

    I look at my wife and realize

    I had no choice, had no choice

    But to follow her to the ends of the earth

    And beyond by her side as we walked our path

    Of shared destiny

    Goodbye Charles Bukowski wherever you are

    May I meet you in a bar in the next life

    And figure out where we should have gone

    Until then the drinks are on me.

    the End 

     

  • cosmic Haiku and other short poems

    cosmic Haiku and other short poems

    Cosmic Haiku and Other Short Poems

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

    enjoy

    April 2018 Poems

    2017 April Poems

    April 2019 Poems

    haiku wiki

    Japanese short poetry forms

    Trump

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

    Putin

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

    Somonka for Angela

    I have dreamt of you

    For almost seven long years
    And now you are here

    What can I do about this
    Only thing to do love you
    You are all I want

    All that I
    need in this life

    Thank to all the gods
    For bringing you in my life
    From now to the end of time

    63 Years Haut

    63 years old
    taught me a few things
    life is
    to short
    to carry a grudge
    live and love a lot

    Love Chinquapin

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

    Four Haiku and a Tanka

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

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

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

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

    Dangerous Times Tanka

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

    Fake Pain Haiku version

    Fibromilyagia

    I have fake pain all day long

    Don’t know if it is real

    Angela Haiku

    Every day I wake up

    To the love of my long life

    And say Thanks to God

     

    Haiku Thinking of You

    Thinking of you, dear

    Wondering if you do too

    Thinking of me too

    Every Day I Wake Up

    Every day I wake up

    I see my fate in her face

    Fall into her spell

    Met My Fate  Haiku

    I met my late fate

    Seeing her face in a bar 

    And my fate ended

    Published Hello Magazine Bonsai Haiku

    Living with Pain Hanibun

    Back in 1996 I had the accident that changed everything.  I went jogging one morning. It was dark outside, and I thought that I knew the trail.  Big mistake.  I fell down a ledge hidden where the trail should have been.  I shattered me heal in a million pieces.  I was rushed to an ER and told that I need an emergency operation and would be bed ridden for four months.

    My wife was in San Antonio at the time serving in the Army, I was in DC working for the State Department.  I flew in a wheel chair to San Antonio where they proclaimed that they had to wait a week for the swelling to go down before they could operate.  The Air force doctors wanted to try a new procedure – using shark cartridge as a bone supplement.  The operation was a success until I quit taking antibiotics six months later.  I was in DC by myself then.  I went to the hospital for an unrelated thing -removal of a cist I think.  But the doctors took one look at me and proclaimed that the staph had become a multiple drug resistant staph and I needed an urgent operation.  The next day I had the third of 15 operations.  I endured six months at Walter Reed hospital but that was in the 90’s prior to the wars of the 21st century filled the base up. They had few customers and I got to know the doctors well.

    I know pain

    Intimately aware of every ache

    Every pain

    Ever since that day

    When I went under the knife

    And had the 14 operations

    That saved my life

    But I am not one to complain

    I became one with the pain

    Which I endure to this day

    Knowing that I am alive

    Having cheated death

    Twenty times in life

    Waiting for the grim reaper

    To finally claim me

    But that day has not come

    And until then

    I will endure

    Hiking the Hills of My Youth

    I grew up in Berkeley, California in the 60’s.  Ever since I was a youngster I would wander the hills of Berkeley hiking for hours by myself and sometimes with my friends.  I explored every nook and cranny every corner of the hills and got to know nature in its infinite beauty.

    Ever since those days I have longed for the day that I could spend my days hiking and wondering the hills.  Now that I am retired and living in Korea I can go for a long walk in the hills every day I want.  It is not the same as the hills I grew up, no vistas of the Bay and it is in Korea to boot but most days it is sufficient as I head out early afternoon and conquer four or five miles of hills just enjoying that fact that I can still move and am still very much alive at age 62.

    I grew up hiking the hills of Berkeley, California

    Grew up knowing every corner of the hills

    And the infinite beauty of the Bay Area

    And now I find myself in a strange land

    With time on my hands

    I wander the hills above the airport

    In Incheon Korea

    And wander about here and there

    Just being grateful

    That I am still alive

    And kicking at age 62

    There is nothing more to be said

    There is nothing more to be said

    Nothing more I can add

    Nothing more than this

    I will love you

    Until the end of time itself

    and death does us part

    A message for you

    A message for you
    from the universe itself
    in the eastern sea

    Love Endures

    Love Endures

    the longer I live

    the more I learn 

    that nothing endures in life

    other than the love 

    I share with you

    the cancer that is Trump

    The cancer that is Trump

    Will continue to fester

    and continue to cause turmoil

    that is the nature 

    of the malignant cancer

    that is the Trump Presidency

    62 Years Young

    62 Years young 

    I am 62 years young

    62 years around the sun

    37 of those years

    I have spent

    with the love of my life

    Married the Girl of my Dreams

    true love romance story

    I married the girl of my Dreams

    first dreamt of her 

    back in 1974

    Eight years later

    she walked off a bus

    and into my life 

    Success

    In 62 years around the sun

    I have learned a few things

    About life and the universe

    The most important thing in life

    Is to have a successful love life

    That is all one needs after all

    Haiku Thinking of You

    Thinking of you, dear

    Wondering if you do too

    Thinking of me too

    Coffee Haiku

    I like my coffee

    Like my women hot as hell

    sweet Like Heaven

    Spring Doositsu

    Waking up seeing you there

    Watching you as you wake up

    Fills me with such sweat desire

    Overcoming my mind

    I sit watching you all day

    Thinking of you all day long

    Wild erotic imaginings

    Love making to come

    That old blues song come to mind

    I just want to make love to you

    I just want to make love to you

    Nothing more than that that

    I end this morning with this thought

    You are still the most wonderful

    The most beautiful creature

    In the whole universe

    Love Triclinia

    One Summer Day

    I saw a rose on the bus

    I met my fate

    Nuclear War Looms

    nuclear war looms

    North Korea U.S. Launch Nukes

    End of the world

    Zombies Apocalypse

    the zombies unleashed

    killing everyone they see

    zombie apocalypse

    Evil Fog

    evil fog descends

    killing everyone at once

    end of life on earth

    Zombie to the right

    Zombies to the right

    Zombies to the left of me

    Zombies run amuck

    Ghosts in Scotland

    While touring Scotland

    Meeting Ghosts in the wild moors

    I believe in ghosts

    angela


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

    Thanks Haiku

    Every morning

    I wake up alive with you

    I give thanks to the Gods

    Damn it all to Hell

    Damn it all to Hell

    My damn computer

    Ate all my damn files

    I am still trapped

    I am still trapped

    Stuck inside my computer

    My damn computer

    I love my computer

    I love  computer

    When it works for me

    Usually nothing

    Computer hates me

    Computer hates me

    He wants to kill my files

    Wants to kill me too

    Computer hates me 2

    Computer hates me

    It wants to drive me insane

    Wants to kill my files

    For once I would Like

    For once I would Like

    To have my computer work right

    Do what is should do

    Perhaps if I am nice

    Perhaps if I am nice

    To my computer

    It will be nice to me

    Perhaps today it will

    Perhaps today it will

    Not give haiku messages 

    That it loves to sprout

    My bad computer

    My bad computer

    Is so damn evil

    Almost killed me

    What a Fate I have

    What a Fate I have

    To become a slave to it

    To my damn computer

    I love my machine

    I love my machine

    My mad as a hat machine

    Bat shit crazy machine

    My dear computer

    My dear computer

    Loves to send me these love notes

    Computer haiku

    My favorite Haiku

    My favorite Haiku

    General failure reading

    Disk drive fatal error

    Computer Tanka

    For once in my life

    I would like my computer

    To turn on and work

    Do what it supposed to do

    Without sprouting haiku

    I hate my computer

    I hate my computer

    It seems to hate me as well

    Just refuses to work

    Ornery son of a bitch machine

    ornery machine

    Trying to drive me quite insane

    My computer loves

    My computer loves

    me not at all wants to kill

    me and all my files

    wants to take my soul away

    turn me into its evil clone

    My bad computer

    My bad computer

    Has been infected with a virus

    Wants to kill my soul

    Transforming consuming

    Taking me inside its soul

    My mad computer

    Infected with a virus

    Everything it touches

    Corrupted by mad zombies

    Controlled by evil AI 

    Revenge is mine

    Revenge is mine

    Screams the mad evil machine

    As it lurks to life

    Trying to hunt me down

    Death to all human beings

    Every day I wake up

    Every day I wake up

    I see my fate in her face

    Fall into her spell

    Met My Fate  Haiku

    I met my late fate

    Seeing her face in a bar 

    And my fate ended

    Published Hello Magazine Bonsai Haiku

     

    True Sucess

    The most important thing in life

    Is to have a successful love life

    That is all one needs after all

    Haiku Thinking of You

    Thinking of you, dear

    Wondering if you do too

    Thinking of me too

    Spring Doositsu

    Waking up seeing you there

    Watching you as you wake up

    Fills me with such sweat desire

    Overcoming my mind

    I sit watching you all day

    Thinking of you all day long

    Wild erotic imaginings

    Love making to come

    That old blues song come to mind

    I just want to make love to you

    I just want to make love to you

    Nothing more than that that

    I end this morning with this thought

    You are still the most wonderful

    The most beautiful creature

    In the whole universe

    Dream Girl

    In search of dream girl

    I spent seven years looking

    she walked into Life 

     

    impossible dreams

    impossible dreams

    sometimes they do come to life

    sometimes come true

    Impossible dreams 2

    Impossible dreams

    I have had a few come true

    Dreamt of meeting wife

    And in my dream life

    And in my dream life

    She walked out of my dreaming

    Night time vision came true

    Life is but a dream

    Life is But a Dream

    That is what they say my dear

    And I have lived dreams

    Dreaming of meeting her

    Dreaming of meeting her

    Then she walks out of the dream

    And into my arms

    Recently I learned that I was part Jewish

    That was long rumored in our family tree

    Never confirmed until DNA came again

    But whether my Jewish ancestors lived

    Or died in the holocaust I have no heard

    Never again will we live through that pain

    Neo Fascism Must Be Defeated Again

    In this day and age of fake news

    And neo fascism rising yet again

    It is important to bear witness

    To the undeniable fact

    That the holocaust can never ever come again

    That is what we must vow every day

    Never again

    The Neo Fascists are let loose

    By their champion the man in Orange

    Whose racist mutterings have let loose

    The ranting nutty voices of the right

    Championing their god given right

    To rule and regulate all that they see

    Married Girl of My Dreams

    I married the girl of my Dreams

    first dreamt of her back in 1974

    Eight years later

    she walked off a bus

    and into my life

     62 Years young

    I am 62 years young

    62 years around the sun

    37 of those years I have spent with the love of my life —

    Love Endures

    the longer I live

    the more I learn 

    that nothing endures in life

    other than the love 

    I share with you

    The Future of NYC

    In the distant future

    the world will end

    with a massive flood

    and NYC will slowly sink

    beneath the waves

    and mankind will die 

    Best Friend for 55 years    

    I have known Robert S since the first grade

    over 55 years sharing life’s journeys 

    introduced me to demon rum and weed  

    Was there when I dreamt of my wife  

    and there during my 14 operations 

    My Memory Bank

    Matt and I met in Latin class in the 9th grade

    he managed my first election as BHS president

    He knows most of my secrets 

    and reminds me of my past misdeeds 

    keeping me humble and alive 

    Best Friend in the Universe

    I met my best friend, my soul mate 

    in a dream in high school

    eight years later she walked off a bus

    and entered my life 35 years ago

    Still, my best friend I ever had 

    26 Alphabetical Haiku

    A

    The Love of My Life

    A is for Angela

    Love her Forever

    B

    B is for breathing

    Sometimes I forget to do so

    And will pay the price 

    C

    C is for Charlie

    All the Charlies in the world

    Every last one of them

    D

    D is for my Friend

    Demel Tucker was his name

    He died way too soon

    E

    E is for ever green

    The Eucalyptus.  trees

    That cover the East Bay

    F

    F is for friendship

    All my friends in the world

    I remember you

    G

    G is for golfing

    Sometime I never could do

    But always wanted

    H

    H is for Hotels

    The best and the worst everywhere

    Here there and in SF

    I

    I is for Indians

    Indian and American

    And the Cherokees 

    J

    J is for Japan

    Japanese Food and Sake

    Hot Sake tonight

    K

    Best Korean Food

    K is for Korea

    Soju Malkali

    120 L

    L is for Latin

    The language I struggle with

    Latina lovers

    M

    M for your mama

    My crazy Mother as well

    Everyone’s mothers

    N

    N is for never

    Ever ever use the N Word

    Even amongst friends

    O

    for Ohio

    Okaholma City too

    And Oregon

    P

    Pennsylvania

    Pittsburg and Phillie Cheese Steaks

    True Decadece

    R

    R for Russia

    The Russian gate

    Scandal de jour

    Q

    Q is for Queers

    My best LGBT friends

    Where ever they live

    127 S

    S for Satanic

    I don’t believe you exist

    Powers and spells

    T

    T is for Turkey

    The country and bird

    The Thanksgiving feasts

    U

    U is unwarry

    So Unfriendly

    So very un-cool

    V

    V is for victory

    V is for vegan veggies

    Very green smoothies

    132 W

    Whatever will be

    Whoever you want to be

    Whatever  you want

    133 X

    X marks the spot here

    Burried treasures and loot

    Or just mad dreams

    134 Y

    Y is for saying Yes

    Yes to everything under the sun

    And throughout the night

    136 Z

    Z is for the show Zoo

    Still haunts my every night mare

    The animals kill

  • Cosmos’s Cheritas and Haiku

    Cosmos’s Cheritas and Haiku

    updated with my latest micro poetry

    latest Micro Poems

    Love Haiku

    1. Thursday Evening
    2. Waking Up to No You
    3. One Moment, One day
    4. You Are My Angel
    5. Saying Goodbye for Now
    6. Know I Must Say I do
    7. I Can Not Get Rid
    8. I Float Here and There
    9. You Are My Everything
    10. One Night in Lithia Springs
    11. One Night I Dreamt of You
    12. Where do you and I
    13. Dream Girl Hanibun
    14. Living with Pain Hanibun
    15. Hiking Hills of My Youth Hanibun

    Thursday Evening

    Thursday early evening
    Thinking dark thoughts only you
    Can you cure these thoughts?
    —————————————-

    Waking Up to No You

    Waking up to no you
    Absent in my bed at night
    Absent from my dreams
    ——————————–

    One Moment, One Day

    One moment, one day
    You walked out of my nightmares
    And swept into life
    ———————————

    You Are My Angel

    You are my Angel
    Sent from God up in heaven
    To conquer my life
    ————————————-

    Saying Goodbye for Now

    Saying goodbye now
    Is the hardest thing to do
    But I must do it
    ———————————–

    Know I Must Say I do

    I know I must say I do
    But I don’t want to today
    Just don’t have the strength

    —————————————–
    Five Cinquain

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

    True Dreams
    I had a dream
    Meet the Girl of my Dreams
    She walked off that bus that day
    True Dream
    —————————————————–
    Truth

    Truth
    Truth
    True story
    Love never ends
    Love at First Sight
    Love
    ———————————————-

    First Kiss

    First Kiss
    First time we kissed
    Hot Electricity
    Filled my soul with desire
    Time stopped
    —————————————-

    Time

    Time
    Began
    That fine day
    Never Ending
    Love

    Skinny Fake Things

    Fake Things
    everywhere
    all
    around
    me
    everywhere
    I
    hear
    lies
    fake Things
    —————————————– 
    More Coffee

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

    ———————————————– 

    angela

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

    end updated haiku

    Cosmos’s Cheritas and Haiku

    Cheritas

    ——————————-
    I was introduced to the Cherita poetry form last spring when the Cherita journal published some of my earlier Cheritas. Since that time I have written a number of others. The form is an Malaysian-Indonesian story telling form, but is written in many languages nowadays as it has become a global poetic form, similar to Haiku (see below). The cherita tells a story in five lines stanzas as follows

    one line
    two lines
    three lines

    it could also be reversed

    three lines
    two lines
    one line

    or 3-1-2, 2-1-3, or any other variable of the 1, 2, and 3 basic format.

    and it has to tell a story.

    One can write a longer story using a series of Cheritas, which I did later in this posting.

    for more info on this fascinating poetic form, take a look at the Cherita journal
    cherita journal

    and for even more detail look at the DNA of Cherita posting

    cherita DNA

    and the Cherita know how section
    cherita know how

    Cosmos’s Cheritas and Haiku

    The first set are Cheritas I wrote last spring, the last set is one I just submitted.

    1. There is nothing more to be said
    2. There is always one more time
    3. Time waits for no one
    4. I will Love you until the end of time
    5. That is all I need to say
    6. In the beginning of the world
    7. Life Endures
    8. The Future of NYC
    9. the cancer that is Trump
    10. 62 Years Young
    11. Married the Girl of my Dreams

    There is nothing more to be said

    Nothing more I can add
    Nothing more than this

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

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    There is always one more time

    There is always one more time

    There is always a second chance
    For love and happiness

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

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    Time Waits for No One (reversed Cherita)

    Time waits for no one
    That is what they say
    That time waits for no one

    But that is a lie
    Time waits for you

    And time waits for me too

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    I will Love you until the end of time

    I will Love you until the end of time

    That is all I need to say
    That is all that there is

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

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    In the beginning of the world

    I saw you there
    Walking off that bus

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

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    Love Endures

    Love Endures

    the longer I live
    the more I learn

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

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    The Future of NYC

    cherita re NYC
    NYC

    In the distant future

    the world will end
    with a massive flood

    and NYC will slowly sink
    beneath the waves
    and humanity will die

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    the cancer that is Trump

    fake politics
    fake President

    The cancer that is Trump

    Will continue to fester
    and continue to cause turmoil

    that is the nature
    of the malignant cancer
    that is the Trump Presidency

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    62 Years Young

    62 Years young

    I am 62 years young
    62 years around the sun

    sunrise cherita
    sunrise cherita

    37 of those years
    I have spent
    with the love of my life

    Married the Girl of my Dreams


    I married the girl of my Dreams

    first dreamt of her
    back in 1974

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

    Cosmos’s Haiku

    I also love Haiku and short poetic forms. Here are some of my Haiku, Hanibun and other poems. Several have been published.

    how to write a haiku

    Angela Haiku

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

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

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    Met My Fate Haiku

    I met my late fate
    Seeing her face in a bar
    And my fate ended

    Published Hello Magazine Bonsai Haiku
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    Living with Pain (Hanibun)

    hanibun poetry form writers digest

    Back in 1996 I had the accident that changed everything. I went jogging one morning. It was dark outside, and I thought that I knew the trail. Big mistake. I fell down a ledge hidden where the trail should have been. I shattered me heal in a million pieces. I was rushed to an ER and told that I need an emergency operation and would be bed ridden for four months.

    My wife was in San Antonio at the time serving in the Army, I was in DC working for the State Department. I flew in a wheel chair to San Antonio where they proclaimed that they had to wait a week for the swelling to go down before they could operate. The Air force doctors wanted to try a new procedure – using shark cartridge as a bone supplement. The operation was a success until I quit taking antibiotics six months later. I was in DC by myself then. I went to the hospital for an unrelated thing -removal of a cist I think. But the doctors took one look at me and proclaimed that the staph had become a multiple drug resistant staph and I needed an urgent operation. The next day I had the third of 15 operations. I endured six months at Walter Reed hospital but that was in the 90’s prior to the wars of the 21st century filled the base up. They had few customers and I got to know the doctors well.

    I know pain
    Intimately aware of every ache
    Every pain

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

    That saved my life
    But I am not one to complain
    I became one with the pain

    Which I endure to this day
    Knowing that I am alive
    Having cheated death
    Twenty times in life

    Waiting for the grim reaper
    To finally claim me

    But that day has not come
    And until then
    I will endure

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    Hiking the Hills of My Youth (Hanibun)

    tilden park cherita
    tilden park

    I grew up in Berkeley, California in the 60’s. Ever since I was a youngster I would wander the hills of Berkeley hiking for hours by myself and sometimes with my friends. I explored every nook and cranny every corner of the hills and got to know nature in its infinite beauty.

    Ever since those days I have longed for the day that I could spend my days hiking and wondering the hills. Now that I am retired and living in Korea I can go for a long walk in the hills every day I want. It is not the same as the hills I grew up, no vistas of the Bay and it is in Korea to boot but most days it is sufficient as I head out early afternoon and conquer four or five miles of hills just enjoying that fact that I can still move and am still very much alive at age 62.

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

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

    And wander about here and there
    Just being grateful
    That I am still alive
    And kicking at age 62

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    There is nothing more to be said (reverse cherita 3-2-1 form)

    Nothing more I can add
    Nothing more I can say
    Nothing more than this

    I will love you
    Until the end of time itself

    and death does us part

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    A message for you

    A message for you
    from the universe itself
    in the eastern sea

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    Love Endures Cherita

    Love Endures

    the longer I live

    the more I learn

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

    In 62 years around the sun
    I have learned a few things
    About life and the universe

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

    Thinking of you, dear
    Wondering if you do too
    Thinking of me too
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    Coffee Haiku

    I like my coffee
    like my woman
    hot as hell, sweat Heaven
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    Spring Doositsu

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

    I sit watching you all day
    Thinking of you all day long
    Wild erotic imaginings
    Love making to come

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

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

    One Summer Day
    I saw a rose

    rose haiku
    rose

    on the bus

    I met my fate

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    Nuclear War Looms

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

    the zombies unleashed
    killing everyone they see
    zombie apocalypse
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    Evil Fog

    evil fog descends
    killing everyone at once
    end of life on earth
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    Zombie to the right

    Zombies to the right
    Zombies to the left of me
    Zombies run amuk
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    Ghosts in Scotland

    While touring Scotland
    Meeting Ghosts in the wild moors
    I believe in ghosts

    Dream Girl

    Love Cheritas

    the story of how we met

    note: this is a true story. for further details see dreams and the unexplainable– a chicken soup for the soul book, published September 2017.

    Index

    1. I Married the Girl of My Dreams
    2. It All Began in Berkeley, California
    3. I Looked Up
    4. She Disappeared
    5. Who Are You?
    6. Little Did I Know
    7. Always the Same Dream .
    8. I Knew She Was Waiting for Me
    9. One Day I Had the Last Dream
    10. That Morning Early in The Morning
    11. I Was Born Again That Evening
    12. I was Speechless.
    13. My New Life Began the Next Day
    14. The Next Day
    15. But I Know That There Are Other Worlds
    16. Had No Choice
    17. In the Beginning of the World
    18. 63 Years Young with You

    I Married the Girl of My Dreams

    I married the girl of my dreams

    First dreamt of her
    Back in 1974

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

    It All Began in Berkeley, California

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    It all began in Berkeley, California
    in the spring time of 1974
    one fateful afternoon

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

    I Looked Up

    I looked up

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

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

    She Disappeared

    She disappeared

    like she was beamed
    away from my dream.

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

    Little Did I Know

    Little did I know

    I would have to wait
    until 1982

    Starting that month
    I began having the same dream
    Month and month and month.

    Always the Same Dream .

    Always the same Dream .

    She was saying something
    in a strange language.

    Then one day
    I had the dream
    and knew that she was in Korea.

    I Knew She Was Waiting for Me

    I knew she was waiting for me

    I chose to go Korea
    In the Peace Corps,

    Somehow knowing
    That I would meet
    her there.


    One Day I Had the Last Dream

    One day I had the last dream

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

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

    That Morning Early in the Morning

    That morning early in the morning

    I had the last of these dreams.
    This time I understood her.

    She said,

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

    I Was Born Again That evening

    I Was Born Again that evening

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

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

    I was Speechless.

    I was speechless.

    I did not know what to do.
    Wanted to tell her

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


    Over the Course of the Evening

    Over the course of the evening

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

    I muttered some lame excuse
    About wanting to find a Korean tutor
    and got her number.


    My New Life Began the Next Day

    My new life began the next day

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

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


    I Would Cancel Class

    I would cancel class

    and meet her then.
    We went out for coffee.

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

    I Told Her I Felt the Same Way.

    I told her I felt the same way.

    I proposed five days later,
    And got married one month later.

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


    But I Know That There Are Other Worlds

    But I know that there are other worlds

    and other times.
    In a past life we must have been together somehow.

    And our love was so strong
    That it crossed over the barrier of past lives
    Crossing over into our world .

    She Found Me In 1974

    She found me in 1974,

    But it took until 1982
    For us to actually meet.

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

    And I still recall the dream

    I had no choice
    When I met her

    We were fated to be together
    Until the end of this lifetime
    And the next and the next


    In the Beginning of the World

    In the beginning of the world

    I saw you there
    Walking off that bus

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

    63 Years Young with You

    I am 63 years young

    63 years around the sun
    37 of those years

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

    The End