Cosmos’s 2020 April Poetry Part One April 1 to April 15

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Welcome to Cosmos’s 2020 April Poetry. This is the fourth attempt to do this.  For this year I am doing things a bit different.  Since I am in Korea I will be posting a day later from here starting April 2 which will be April first in the  U.S.First I will update my poems daily here (along with audio clips, photos clips, and links to various prompts etc)

Second I will update my links on the following sites where I have been posting poetry for some time – all my April poems will be here regardless of whether I post them elsewhere – I will be posting one to two per day on these sites and writing anywhere from two to five per day, with many of them not being posted at all so I can accumulate some “unpublished poems” but I will list them all here either as posted or unposted. The posted ones will have audio, photos and links occasionally to other sites.

Here are the sites along with the links to my poetry posted there.

All Poetry

 Cosmos Funnel

Comma ful

NaPoWrMo National Poetry Month contest like the NaNoWrMo novel contest in the fall, they will have  daily prompt as well

Poetry super highway will also be doing a daily prompt

Poetry Soup

Poetry Nook

https://www.poetrynook.com/user/jake-aller

‘Poetry Circle

https://poetrycircle.com/forum/members/jakecosmos.6777

Hello Poetry

https://hellopoetry.com/jakecaller/

Poetry Magnum Opus

http://www.poetrymagnumopus.com/profile/2575-jakecaller/

Sweek

https://sweek.com/profile/1104315/74088

Writing.com

https://www.writersdigest.com/

Writer’s digest daily prompts

And on my various FB poetry sites will post my poems on five different sites per day and since I’ve lost count of how many I am following well that could be a lot, but I will list them as I post on them in case anyone is interested in finding poetry and writing groups on FB

Finally, love to hear how others are coping both with corona virus, and with the April Poetry month.  I suspect that there will be a lot of interest this year since people are staying home!

Now let’s get to the poems shall we?  I will update this daily

Index

Chronological list

Wednesday April 1

Hope Springs Eternal Writers’s Digest
Jake Cosmos Aller the one an Onlypoetry super highway prompt
the Virus from Hell
Morphing Images from Hellish Nightmare old poem for writing.com dreamsapes
The Bombs that Took Her Away  – from writers.com  prompt – posted all poetry and poetry soup
Cosmic Poet Modified Bio Poem  for poetry soup contest – not otherwise
Morphing Images from a Hellish Nightmare
Kimchi BluesPoetry Soup prompt

Thursday April 2

humor keeps us sane pensively unleashed unpublished
First Kiss with My wife creativity talents unleashed posted
Birth of New World creativity talents unleashed unpublished
Peacock Speaks creativity talents unleashed unpublished
Iguana Talks to Mankind creativity talents unleashed unpublished
six word poem naked woman wearing mask creative talents unleashed
space poem writing digest prompt
Search for the holly grail writing.com prompt
berkeley maps writing.com prompt
Recalling people I barely knew writing.com elegy poem
corona fears
follow your dreams writer’s digest day three prompt
Coffee’s intoxicating smell wakes me up poetry superhighway prompt
follow your dreams writer’s digest day three prompt

Sunday April  5th

I wish for peace and happiness –  Writer Digest prompt
Life as a evil Mastermind criminal – poetry superhighway prompt
Born bad to the bone heartbreaker – writing.com prompt
Bad craziness all poetry contest -open poem
Bus rider  all poetry wild country contest – old poem
old man in the mirror must die  all poetry old age contest -old poem
Ten million stories in the Naked City – all poetry contest to write a Naked Poem
call of Cthulu  HP lovecraft all poetry contest
Having a dog saved my life – all poetry contest – to write a poem about overcoming fears

Monday April  6th

The Mist from Hell Descends on the land
Conversation with the Gods About Corona Virus
The Moment that changed my Life sonnet format
we must walk the path of honesty in these dark dangerous times
cats are alien creatures from Space
God’s Confession
Drinking My Way to the Highway to Hell
Capitol Hill in the Spring *
*Published Writer’s Newsletter June 2017
Under the canopy of the pine trees we lay – from the poem
‘Under the canopy of pine trees

Tuesday April 7th

Smartest Man in the World All Poetry Dunning-Krueger Syndrome Poem
Great Leader Tigerjade Writing.com formal poem
weasel words set mental traps for us all writers digest prompt
it was a fine late August day when I met the love of my life poetry superhighway prompt
to those I have lost writing.com prompt to write an elegy
The  Giant Nazi Spider Speaks prompt to write a poem based on a novel plot line
life is a dream of chocolate covered trees national poetry month prompt
We live in an Orwellian world

Wednesday   April 8th

새영 지마 saeyeong jima  plays out in life  writing.digest prompt
the Terrorists were succeeding beyond their wildest dreams  poetry super highway prompt
corona tanka National Poetry Month Prompt
The best meal of my life writing.com dew drop in prompt
Angela Came to Me for 38 years Bringing me lots of $
poemunzine prompt
the lion dreams of impossible dreams all poetry impossible dream contest
corona haiku all poetry corona haiku poem all poetry haiku contest
I met My fate that Date – Fan Story Prompt

Thursday April 9

the future is coming writers digest
the fate of the world rests with us – poetry superhighway prompt – inspired by Beethoven’s fifth symphony
creative talents prompt the old man in the lake sees God
white flower of death haiku creative talents
creative talents balloons of hope
creative talents Cthulu lurks in the evil cabin in the words
creative talents unleashed evil woman with mad hair grins
the best day of my life  all poetry wedding poems contest

Friday April 10

Walking in the woodlands of Limbo writers digest  ekphrastic poetry prompt
New Bodies in New Era poetry soup prompt to write a poem about changes
life interrupted by corona writing.com Daily Dew Drop interruption
Saudade for friends I have lost writing.com Saudade poem
My Lover’s body inspires me concrete poem – national poetry month prompt day 9 national Poetry Month Prompt Day Nine Concrete Poetry
National poetry month prompt  day eight Vogan Bot Poetry
The end of the world news depresses me National poetry Month Day Seven poem inspired by the news
the Devil speaks in the Garden of Earthly Delights ekphrastic garden of earthly delights national poetry month prompt day 6
President Trump Haunts My Dreams National Poetry Month day four prompt image from a dream
ten words random rhymes national poetry month Day three prompt
674 Santa Rosa  Avenue, Berkeley, California National Poetry month day two prompt specific place poem 674 Santa Rosa Berkeley California
My life appears to a dream national Poetry Month Day One Prompt Metaphor for Life as a  Dreamer
Trump Derangement Syndrome Blues Fan story 15 syllable poem contest

Saturday April 11

To My Dream Woman Who Loves Me
writers digest prompt to write a x  Blank  x
Corona Virus was Not Sent as God’s Punishment
poetry super highway black out poem
coffee Whitney
writing.com Whitney poem form
coffee Hay Na Ku
writing.com formal poetry prompt
writing.com Dew Drop Inn Daily poem
women playing lute contemplating god all poetry contest

Sunday April 12

Life spinning out of control
writers digest prompt to write a “control poem”
early evening delight
poetry superhighway promo – write a poem about early evening
Cosmos the Evil AI Takes Over
writing.Com Daily Dew Drop write a poem about technology or AI
My morning coffee wakes me up for day
writing. com octameter poem
casino thoughts old poem for all poetry contest on addiction
Life began that day all poetry contest

Monday April 13

I believe in ghosts
writers digest spirit poem  based on a true storytoday’s doodle poem
Poetry Super Highway Doodle Poem
Doors
writing.com daily dew drop prompt – write a poem about Doorswhat I know Coffee Trois-par-Huit
Writing. com Trois Par Huit Poem
Things that bug me all poetry contest

Tuesday April 14

Purpose of my Life writer digest write a purpose poem
poetry superhighway challenge to revise a poem from the bottom -up
Love Cherita writing.com formal poem Cherita
Korean Pottery  of Love writing.com Daily Dew Drop
2019 Months of the Year all poetry contest entry
Media Madness  all poetry acrostic poetry contest
AI Madness Takes Over the World all poetry dark poetry contest

Wednesday April 15

the Chaos King is his Element Writer digest Chaos poem prompt
best Cocktail Ever Poetry superhighway prompt to write a cocktail poem/ break a sonnet for Day Dew Inn writing.com
Dream of my Life  Atlantic magazine poetry prompt to write a poem about a dream
why I am an Atheist  all poetry Atheist poetry contes
Recharging my Batteries All poetry contest
Thor on a rampage  all poetry contest
coffee nonet fan story contest
coffee Musset poem poetry soup contest

Wednesday April 1

 Hope Springs Eternal in our Winter of our Discontent   writer’s digest prompt Posted

 

 

 

 

 

Hope springs eternal in the winter of our discontent
On the daily news that fills us with dread
Perfect storm of hatred, fear and despair
Everywhere we go nonstop fear broadcasted

Despair fills my heart as I turn on the news
Everywhere we are in the midst of the pandemic
Simply put death is at hand

Planning for the future yet waiting for death
At worst we will all die not today but soon
In the long term we are all dead

Remembering the dead all around us
yet I end this poem with a word of hope

hoping for the best
while preparing for the worst
all I can do to stay sane
as I await my fate

on this dismal date
April 1 is indeed
April Fool’s date
is that our fate
this endless dance with death?

and to end with a sign of hope
I know that if I have you by my side
I will survive I will survive
until the end of time itself
takes us to the other side

based on writer’s digest daily April poetry month challenge to write a poem about hope

I am jake Cosmos Aller the one an Only poetry super highway prompt

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I am Jake Cosmos Aller the one and only
when people meet me they are transformed
by my spirit my compassion and my dreams
as all I meet fall under my spirit
I look into their eyes bewitching their souls
as they bewitch my soul as well
becoming mad kindred spirits
walking on the road of life itself
going together no one knows where
it will all end but we will get there as one spirit
united by my cosmic spirit
understanding grows as we converse
deep into the night with each glass of wine
we dive deep into the cosmos inspired by name

The Virus From Hell Has Arrived

 

 

 

 

 

the Virus  from Hell has arrived
catching the world unprepared
it erupted out of China

then began its terrifying reign
wiping out thousands of people
destroying jobs and economies
killing people left and right

it seemed like something
out of our worst nightmares
but at least it was not
the dreaded zombie flu
perhaps that is next’s fall’s nightmare

as the virus from hell
prepares for a fresh assault
to finish us all off

the virus from Hell has arrived  posted- all poetry contest, poetry soup version is the Virus King has arrived = as poetry soup did not like the word “Hell”

second poem for april poetry month © 2 hours ago, john Cosmos Aller      

Thursday April 2 posting

The Bombs that Took Her Away  – from writers.com  prompt – posted all poetry and poetry soup

one day I woke up from my dreams
finding my self all alone
no one was there to hear my screams
staring at my now quite dead phone
I plugged in my phone read a note
it was from my lovely wife

My Wife had just gone out to vote
smiling thinking of my life
I got ready to face the dawning day
The TV showed the bombs that took her away

Kimchi Blues  Poetry Soup prompt April 2 

 

 

 

 

based on poetry superhighway prompt for day 2

Kimchi

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Kimchi Kimchi (/ˈkɪmtʃiː/; Korean: 김치, romanized: gimchi, IPA: [kim.tɕʰi]), a staple in Korean cuisine, is a famous^[1]traditional side dish of salted and fermented vegetables, such as napa cabbage and Korean radish, made with a widely varying selection of seasonings including gochugaru (chili powder), spring onions, garlic, ginger, and jeotgal (salted seafood), etc.^[2][3]

There are hundreds of varieties of kimchi made with different vegetables as the main ingredients.^[4][5]Traditionally, kimchi was stored in-ground in large earthenware to prevent the kimchi from being frozen during the winter months. It was the primary way of storing vegetables throughout the seasons. In the summer the in-ground storage kept the kimchi cool enough to slow down the fermentation process.^[3] In contemporary times, kimchi refrigerators are more commonly used to store kimchi.

Oh yeah 

I got the kimchi blues
every day since I first ate it
back in the day

long before i went to Korea
ended up staying on in Korea
after i retired from decade
in the Foreign Service

and ten years studying
and living in Korea
before I joined
the Foreign Service

When I first ate kimchi
I was hooked
sort of a spicier version

of German sauerkraut
which i loved on my top dog
from Berkeley high school days

then off to korea
in the peace corps
where I ate kimchi

every day for every meal
and eventually I woke up
dreaming of kimchi and rice

instead of pancakes and eggs
then I knew
that I had finally adjusted
and was becoming half Korean

and now I am a hopeless kimchi addict
need to have my spicy kimchi
which is so good for you

perhaps even defeating the dreaded corona virus?
who knows but I will be eating Kimchi
until my day is done

poetry superhiway prompt

Friday April 3

Cosmic Poet Modified Bio Poem  for poetry soup contest 

 

 

 

 

 

 

cosmic
I am wicked, wild, wacky, whimsical
i love my angela lee, coffee, nature
I can solve gun violence, homelessness and climate change
I feel anxiety, gloominess yet Joy-fullness as well
I fear the corona virus, cancer and  developing Alzheimer’s
Must publish my novels, ten books of poetry and movie of my life
Currently resident of korea, west coast of United States
poet

 Morphing monsters – old poem for writing.com  Dark Dreamscape –

Note: From a real nightmare End Note

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
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
drop Acid, 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

Humor keeps us sane

Pensively prompt – unpublished

 

 

 

 

 

it is a piece of what we need to do
to prevent us from getting
the dreaded corona virus
coming up your nose

First Kiss with My wife

 

 

 

 

 

 

It was 1982
when I first met my wife
the love of my life

In 1979 she came to me
in a dream
and then she walked
off a bus

eight years latter
a few weeks later
we went for a walk
in the woods

and ending up kissing
passionately wild kisses
as we walked in the woods

and the kisses
led a few weeks later
to our first night together
as man and wife

but I will always recall
our first kiss
of our life together

creative talent unleashed prompt posted

Birth of New World

 

 

 

 

the first interplanetary travelers
arrived on the new planet

called new Eden
and watched the birth
of the new world

hoping that humanity
can get a new world

and avoid destroying new eden
hoping that god
has given the world
a new home world

creative talents unleashed prompt

Peacock Speaks

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

as the virus spreads
around the world
the peacock in the zoo
speaks up

talking on behalf
of their fellow species
he called upon humans
to free them from their zoo prisons
and let them be free

before it was too late
and humanity met their fate
becoming a ghost in the wind

creative talents unleashed prompt

Iguana Talks to humanity

the wise old Iguana
woke from its nightmares
of the end of the world

as humanity faded away
the iguana was scared
but afraid of the future

and he would miss
his human friends

creative talents unleashed prompt

six word poem naked masked woman waiting to kiss

 

 

 

 

 

creative talents unleashed prompt

Inner Space Beckons

Inner worlds beckons in these dark times
No one knows where it will end
No one understands the future

Everyone must descend deep inside
Remembering their dreams

Cosmic dreams fill my head
Of the future we can dream
Some offering hope
Most of us can still dream
Only then can we become free
So that we can escape our fate

Searching for the Holly Grail

for thousands of years
people have been searching
for the fabled holly grail

in hopes that it will lead
to eternal life

then one day
the holly grail is found
millions die
from drinking the tainted grail

writing.com prompt daily dew april poems

Free roaming Berkeley as a Kid

 

 

 

 

 

growing up in Berkeley
back in the day
we still were allowed

to free roam
and so I went
everywhere on foot
or bus

walking to Solano avenue
drinking coffee
at Peets coffee

eating Chinese food
in Berkeley’s china town

walking downtown
walking to CAL
eating top dog

experiencing the late 60’s
transforming Telegraph
and walking in the woods

in tilden park
high up in the hills
overlooking the bay area

writing.com prompt daily dew april poems

To all the friends I am about to loose

over the years
I have known so many people
and now when the virus
is spreading out around the world

I will soon be hearing
that this person has died
and that person has died

I will outlive many of my friends
from around the world

part of getting old
something that I fear

one day perhaps
people will hear
that jake has died

and they will say
that they barely knew me
and wished that they had

taken the time
to become my friend
Just as I think
about all the friends

i am about to loose
to this killer virus
running amuck

writing.com prompt daily dew april poems

corona fears

 

 

 

 

 

corona
the word fills us with dread
spreading around the world today

will we all survive this
corona

Saturday April 4

follow your dreams

follow your dreams
they may some day
come true
they did for me

I dream of meeting
the love of my life
who became my wife
for eight years 

 

she haunted my dreams
then one day

she walked off a bus
out of my dreams
and into my life
becoming my wife

based on true story see my blog entry the world according to cosmos (https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com) for details or see “dreams and the Unexplainable” published in 2016 by the Chicken Soup for the Soul publishers

Coffee’s intoxicating smell wakes me up

coffee’s intoxicating smell wakes me up
filling me with hope and joy
as a I drink deeply
filling my self with smell
the sent of sweat as heaven

 

 

 

darkly hinting of hell as well
filling my every fiber of my being
with its intense smell and flavor
driving me mad with anticipation
as I smell the fragrance brewing
in my coffee pot
waiting waiting waiting
for it to be ready
for me to consume my daily drug

poetry super highway prompt day 3

Dreams cinquain

Dreams
come true
if you believe
love comes at night
dreams

all poetry contest

 

 

allien abduction

 

 

 

 

 

when I was in high school
I accidentally drank a drink
that had been laced with LSD

I went on my first and only acid trip
one of the most profound events
of my life
and it haunts me to this day

in this trip
at one point
I found myself
in a space ship

surrounded by aliens
who were conducting experiments
on me

they flew me to NYC
where I went to a bar
filled with aliens drinking
and they came after me

and I found myself
back on the ship
they said
time to us to leave him
to develop his own language

and I woke up in my bed
did it really happen
to this day
I do not know

but do I believe in aliens
and alien abductions
yes I believe
for it may have happened
to me

all poetry contest

To Dream the Impossible Dream – Ghazal

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

to dream the impossible dream
every night I must dream

and during the night dream
I will see her in my dream

yes I met my love in my dream
she came to me in my dream

for eight long years came in my dream
haunting my nighttime dreams

one day she walked out of my dreams
coming to life out of my dreams

and she became my wife in my dreams
and soon became as real as the dream

and she walked out of the dream
I knew her name Angela Lee in my dream

all poetry ghazal poem

quarantine blues

 

 

 

 

 

Quarantine such an ugly word
Unlike any other
All at home

No where to go
That is the worst part of it
In fact enforced staying at home
Not too bad
Especially if I have you by my side

Blues come over me
Looking out the window
Unable to go out
Everyone everybody afraid<
Sums up my fearful fears

poetry soup contest

wild country poetry soup contest bus rider not posted

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 tribe  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 population

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 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

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:

Based on my experiences riding the bus all over the world from 1968 to 2020

Stand Z  Poetry soup contest Bad Craziness

Bad Craziness

 

 

 

 

 

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

An 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

Sunday April 5

I Wish for Peace During this time of crisis

I wish for peace and happiness
during this time of despair
pandemic fears all around us
death stalking us daily

I wish for health
amid the carnage
all around me

I wish for leadership

from our President
from our governors
and our congress

and most importantly

I wish that I will survive
with my love at my side
experiencing love
in the time of corona

Writer Digest prompt

Life as a evil Mastermind criminal

I am living the life
I am Slick Mc Dick
the one and only

the master criminal
I live in Oakland
and I run drugs, prostitutes
guns and illegal software

I am part Irish, German,
Black, Asian and Cherokee
I am a real bad ass
I am stone cold killer
and a wild man in bed

and I am the King Pin
the meanest MF in the world
and everyone is afraid of me

the politicians need me
they get free hookers
free booze and free blow
in all my clubs

and I have secrets
secrets to sell
to the media
to the spy agencies

they all protect me
as I am the ultimate source
of the dirt
that everyone wants to hide

yes I am Slick Mc Dick
the king of them all
and no one can take me down

Born bad to the bone heartbreaker

the song bad to the bone
fills my ears
like a mad anthem
of my life

I am a heartbreaker
broke a thousand hearts
before I am through
I will break a thousand more

but only one woman
has ever had the power
to break my heart

and to her
I dedicate my life
and promise not
to break her heart

poetry superhighway prompt

Bad to the Bone

Now, on the day I was born
The nurses all gathered ’round

And they gazed in wide wonder
At the joy they had found

The head nurse spoke up
Said “leave this one alone”

She could tell right away
That I was bad to the bone

Bad to the bone
Bad to the bone
B-b-b-b-b-b-b-bad
B-b-b-b-b-b-b-bad
B-b-b-b-b-b-b-bad
Bad to the bone

I broke a thousand hearts
Before I met you
I’ll break a thousand more, baby
Before I am through

I wanna be yours, pretty baby
Yours and yours alone

I’m here to tell ya honey
That I’m bad to the bone

Bad to the bone
B-b-b-b-b-b-b-bad
B-b-b-b-b-b-b-bad
B-b-b-b-b-b-b-bad
Bad to the bone

I make a rich woman beg, yeah
And I’ll make a good woman steal
I’ll make an old woman blush
And make a young girl squeal

I wanna be yours, pretty baby
Yours and yours alone

I’m…

Bad to the bone performance: https://youtu.be/ISHSfKYWxNw

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
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

The man yelled at the old man
Old man, mocking fiend from hell

Go to hell old man
And never darken my mirror again
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 man went up to some pretty young things
And tried to pick them up

They laughed at him
Called him a dirty old man
And told him to go home

The man went home
To bed alone

And drank some more beer
And dreamt of all of his past loves
And failed dreams

Of what he had done
And failed to do

And wondered whether his time
had come

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
An old black doctor came over
Said sadly

This white boy
ain’t right in the head
The man laughed insanely

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

Ten million stories in the Naked City

there are a million stories
every day in the naked city

millions of people
stripped naked
to the bone

staring down the dead
the dead staring back

in this time
of pandemic
the dead stare out at us
mocking us

as they leave the earth
naked as when they arrived

all poetry contest to write a Naked Poem

call of Cthulu

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

call of Cthulu

the ancient Gods
are stirring
their time is near

Cthulu the king of the gods
awakens in his lair

for thousands of years
he has slept

waiting for this day
the day of the dead
when the dead
come to life

and devour the living
turning all into zombies
zombies for his army
and he wakes the demons

the ancient horrors
from their slumbers
and they swam to shore

coming to the earth
devouring all
in their path

Cthulu would have his revenge
none will escape their fate
that dismal date

all poetry Lovecraft contest

Having a dog saved my life

 

 

 

 

 

when I was a young lad
and I became terrified of dogs
and to some sense still am

but then many years ago
i had a dog
a husky dog
raised as a puppy

the dog though was half wolf
hated people watching him eat
I gave the dog to my sister
as she seemed to be able
to tame his savage heart

later my wife
had a beagle
and he saved my life

when I was recovering
from a broken heal
Jason was my constant companion

during those dark days
when I was afraid
that I would die

from the staph infection
the dog was smart
compassionate
and seemed to understand me
as I talked to him all day long

and afterwards I no longer
was afraid of dogs
as they were now

Monday April  6

The Mist from Hell Descends on the land

the mist from hell
settles down on the land
the mist covers us all
the scent of death
the grim reaper
rides behind the miss
infecting those around him
the mark of death
as the mist covers the land
the end of the world
comes with the mist from hell

 

Conversation with the Gods About Corona Virus

 

 

 

 

 

jesus

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

The Moment that changed my Life sonnet format

the moment that changed my life
occurred in late August 1982
when the woman of my dreams
came out of my dreams
walking off a bus
and into my life
a few months later became my wife
first dreamt of her in 1979
back in my high school day
and I knew that some day
I would meet the woman
in my dreams
and I did and that changed my fate
when I met her that date

we must walk on an honest path in these dangerous times

we must walk the path of honesty
in these dark dangerous times

In these dark dangerous days
we must walk on the path
of honesty and truth

if we don’t
we won’t have a remote chance
of living through these end days

based on pensvity 101 prompt using the words path, honesty and remote © 3 hours ago, john Cosmos Aller

cats are from outer space

are evil creatures
from outer space

who can understand
their alien thoughts

where they came from
and why are they here

are they part of an advanced team
will the cats some day

take over the world
and turn us into their slaves

I have no answer
but when i see the cats

staring at me
I am afraid

very afraid
of the cats

God’s Confession

God’s Confession

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I was sitting along
In a god forsaken bar
Somewhere on the lunatic fringes
Of society

On the bad part of town
Over by railroad tracks
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, and the Walker brother
And 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

He begins
Muttering to himself
Nutty nonsense
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
And said
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

an acid causality
from the 60’s
who went so far down
the rabbit hole
he never came back

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
And said

Since you asked

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
Any more
No one cares

They think I am irrelevant
They think I am dead
They think I am a fairy tale
From some olden, ancient time

Some say I am dead
Others think I should be dead
That my work is done
I looked at him

Carefully now
And what did I see
An old man
With that lunatic look

But there was something else
He was crazy
Sure yes

But perhaps he was the real deal
I mean why not
Why would not God be
A lunatic wandering around loose
Talking to low lives like me

In a bar
On the way to hell
So I looked at him
And invited him to share
His tale of woe

God tells me
Well, it’s like this
Many a year ago
People believed in me

But one day
They quit believing in me
And they went on without me

As they left me
My powers got weaker and weaker
And so eventually I became
What you see today
A broken down drunk
Hanging out
Looking for a hand out
Looking for some company
Or at least a free dinner

And he laughed and laughed
And I looked at him

And saw the beginnings of the end
And the ends of the beginnings

I saw a million planets
Flash by
eight billion people
A trillion sentient beings

Thinking all at once
Thoughts filled my head
Lights flashed

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

Profoundly sadden by what I had seen

God was dead
And we had all conspired
To kill him
Long live God

what happens when you meet God in a bar © 5 years ago, john Cosmos Aller   spiritual • misc3 

 

Highway to Hell

 

 

 

 

 

it seems to me
in these dark days
that we are on the path
to hell

as the virus chases all
satan is smiling
at the spreading chaos

the dogs of war
are unleashed
spreading panic
as more people die

and as the gate of hell
open in front of us

we are all rushing down
the path to hell

and so I sit
in a bar
twenty drinks too sober
drinking my way to hell

all poetry contest – write poem based on the song “Highway to Hell”

Capitol Hill in the Spring *

lincoln park

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 Writer’s Newsletter June 2017

Under the canopy of the pine trees we lay – from the poem ‘Under the canopy of pine trees

 

 

 

 

 

under the canopy of the pine trees we lay
along the world peace forest
in Korea

walking the forest
in the spring time
fearing the corona virus

and everyone around us
watch the snowing cherry trees

and the wind whispering
the voices of ghosts
those newly dead
and we lay down
under the canopy of the pine trees

waiting for our turn
to face the grim reaper
in this dismal day
in April
truly the cruelest month
of them all

poetry soup contest

 Tuesday April  7

Smartest Man in the World

trump

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

our dear leader
claims he is the smartest
man in the world
a stable genius
has good words
knows more than generals
knows more than doctors
should have been a doctor
only he can fix
what ails the world
for he is the greatest
genius in the world
like his  friend the dear leader of North Korea
but in fact he is among the most stupid men
to ever serve as our President

trump is the poster child for the Dunning-Kruger Effect effect don’t you think?  All Poetry contest to write a poem based on the Dunning-Kruger effect.

Great Leader Tiger Jade Poem

 

 

 

 

Our leader
great leader
Claims he is the smartest man in the whole universe
surely he is the most searched man in the googleverse
perhaps though he is proof of man’s evolution
Darwinian selection working devolution
stupid is
stupid does

writers.com prompt to write a “Tigerjade Poem”

weasels words are the mental traps we set for ourselves

we are surrounded by weasel words
mental traps we set for ourselves
to shut down all rational discussion
in truly Orwellian fashion

these words are legend
everyone uses them
no one thinks about them
what they really mean

I had no choice
of course, one always has a choice

Failure is not an option
nothing but macho BS
of course failure is always an option
that one must be prepared to face

and my favorite
zero tolerance
which converts
all violations of the Rules
into class A murder like felonies

and common sense and discretion
thrown out the window
under the proverbial bus

where the full SWAT
Imperial storm troopers
Robot cops are deployed
to arrest a teenage girl

her crime giving a classmate
a Tylenol which is a legal drug

but under zero tolerance
that is the same as selling heroin
and she will be charged
with a class A drug offense

following her around
for her life
for having dared
to break the stupid rule

yes weasel words
are everywhere

our mental traps
designed to keep us
from thinking
and acting

so throw off your mental traps
break free from the weasel words
and perhaps we can be free
of these mental traps

writer’s digest prompt – to write a trap poem

the day I met the love of my life was a fine late August day

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

the day I met the love of my life
who became my wife
was a late August day

in South Korea
as Koreans put it

the sky is high
my horses are fat
and the king is far away

하늘이 높다
말은 뚱뚱하다
왕은 멀리있다
haneul-i nopda
mal-eun ttungttunghada
wang-eun meolliissda

in late August early September
the weather turns in Korea

the humid sauna like temperatures
begin to abate
cool breezes cool the air

the sky is high
crystal clear
just a few clouds

the temperatures moderate
high in the 80’s low in the 60’s
just wonderful weather

the promise of nice fall weather
in the air

the killing heat of the summer
abates and dies down

and on such a lovely date
I met my fate
she walked out of my dreams

and into my life
and became my wife

during the brilliant
Autumn of Korea
before the winter
settled down on the land

To this day
when the autumn comes
I recall the halcyon date
when I met my fate

poetry super highway daily April Prompt to write a weather report poem, and based on my true love story

see Dream Girl

Dreamgirl re-published

to those I have lost

with the corona virus upon us
I am bracing to hear the news
that so and so has died

I reflect back
on all the people in my life
that I have already lost

part of being older
is that you lose people
close to you along the way

I lost my father due to cancer in 1985
and my sister due to a freak illness in 2007
and my mother due to alzheimer’s in 2005
and my father-in-law as well in 2007

Demel Tucker
high school debate teammate
dead of HIV in 1995

Julian Bartley and his son
one of my favorite bosses
died in a terrorist bombing
in Nairobi in 1998

Jon Weber college roommate
dead due to prostate cancer
in 2000

Paul Simon  friend from the visa line
dropped dead of a heart attack
in 2004

Ted Halstead
one of my best bosses
died of heart attack
in 2007

Chris Richard one of my former bosses
dropped dead of a heart attack
shortly before we were due
to have lunch in 2014

and so many others
I have lost
along the way

and soon there will be
so many more
as I get old
in the corona era

writer. com daily dew drop prompt to write an elegy poem

The  Giant Nazi Spider Speaks

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

General Zero
the commander of the Khan imperial forces
took over the earth

was a eight foot giant spider
accompanied by two legged rats
and two legged cats

in 24 hours they were in charge
he spoke to the world

People of earth greetings
I am commander Zero
and I have taken over your planet

making it part of the Galactic Empire
we did it because it is our destiny
to take over the universe
one planet by one planet

and everyone becomes
part of the great galactic empire

there are only a few rules
for you to remember
starting today you will learn Galactic standard
within one year all other languages will be banned

starting today all religions are banned
for in the Galactic empire
we have no room for some nonsense

everyone must work
if you are disabled or elderly
your family must take care of you
if you have no one to take care of you
you will be terminated as an “useless eater”

failure to follow the rules or laws
or lawful orders
will result in your immediate execution

that is all for today
Long live the Empire

writers. com  daily dew drop contest challenge to write a poem incorporating a plot from a novel or story and I chose to base it on the opening scene of my novel, “Giant Nazi Spiders”  see first four chapters here

Novel Excerpts

Life is A Dream of Chocolate Covered Trees

earlier version

life is a dream  of chocolate covered trees
makes me so hungry to eat the trees
dark brown chocolate covered trees
as I eat them I hear the crunch of the leaves
and smell the dark chocolate smells
feeling the leaves in my mouth
as I touch the chocolate covered trees
filled with the sound of chocolate
enjoying the chocolate
with my wife Angela Lee
she turns to me and says
Jake Cosmos Aller
사랑해
salanghae

based on national poetry month April 6th prompt

dark poetry

We live in an Orwellian world

 

 

 

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

dark poetry

 1984 in Tuck Magazine

 Wednesday April  8

writers digest prompt write a lucky/unlucky poem

새영 지마 saeyeong jima Recently Came to Life in My Life

The Korean Proverb
새영 지마 saeyeong jima
recently came to life in my life

The meaning of the proverb
Is that you can never know whether something
will be good or bad

and that unexpectedly
what appears to be bad fortune
turns out to be a good fortune

The proverb played
out recently in my life
about lunar  New Year’s Day

we were preparing to go to Thailand
from two weeks from our home
in South Korea

and then at the end of February
we would to go to DC

My wife blew out her lumber desk
and we were forced to cancel our trips
This occurred
just as the coronavirus
was taking off around the world

and if we had gone
we may have been stuck either in Thailand
or we may have been stuck in the United States

and traveling in the mist of a corona outbreak
would probably mean
that we would have been exposed
to the virus

instead we were forced to stay home
and self quarantine ourselves

and therefore
we escaped being exposed to the coronavirus
and we feel much safer
here in Korea  where the outbreak is contained
rather than in DC
where it is still spreading everywhere

so in a sense her misfortune
throwing out her disk
which resulted in us staying at home
and avoiding the coronavirus

is the true meaning
of the Korean Chinese expression
새영 지마 saeyeong jima

writers.com prompt to write a food poem

the Terrorists were succeeding beyond their wildest dreams

the terrorists were succeeding
beyond their wildest dreams
they thought what were the chances

it was so much better,
easier than they thought
as the bombs dropped all around them

to where it would end
they did not know
All they knew was that
it was all about to end
you see we were facing the end

The morning after the end of the world
the bombs fell and fell
in fact all over the world
it felt that the world would end up
being destroyed as the world ends
and nuclear war

they called for the end of the world
be so it must be they
thought to themselves

would they be able to stop the carnage
so it ends much as it begins
one does not know how it would end up
the bombs doing their bomb thing after all
they were simply bombs

all must die once they are released
after all that was the way it was
the bomb facility opened up death

the death of the whole world
of that we can be sure
following the blue prints

the master plans of the war planners
at the end of the day
it looks like Armageddon
a end of the world game

would it get that bad
to end the world

is that what they wanted
they did not know

it is possible no one knew
it was uncharted territory
it was the end of the world
if the bombs did their bomb thing

Poetry Super Highway Prompt

Turn to page 35 of any book. Use the first two sentences backwards for your prompt. I used James Tate, “Worshipful Company of Fletchers” and got: “ The pleasure of little incidents  Remember.”

From Vince Flynn protect and defend original text

If it was possible they wanted to get a look at the blueprints of the facility after all they were doing one so would be called and destroy it in the morning you about where to drop the bomb so better the chances were of succeeding

corona virus tanka

 

 

 

 

 

 

corona virus
it is spreading all over
the world dying

I walk down the path of life
Along with love of my wife

National Poetry Month Day Seven Prompt Tanka

 

Angela Came to Me for 38 years Bringing me lots of $

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Angela Lee came to me
out of a dream she came to me
she walked out of my dreams
eight years after I first dreamt of her
she finally came to me

that she has been my wife
the love of my life
and every day
I recall the dream
of meeting her

she has brought me much to my life
this love of my life my wife
but the most important thing
she has brought to me
besides her endless love of course

is $
massive amounts of $
as she has made me
richer than I could have ever imagined
turning every day my $
into many more $

They say that a man
should marry a woman
born in the year of the Pig
for pig ladies are incredible
at managing $
and if you are so lucky
you will be buried in $

after Richard Garcia A Letter, a Number and some Punctuation
Poemuzine April 7 presentation prompt

The best meal of my life

 

 

 

 

 

the best meals of my life
has always been what my wife
cooks up for me every night

always making something great
from the simplest ingredients
Because she came down with celiac disease

she could  only eat
what she prepared from scratch
and so she was forced

to give up all processed foods
and in the process she became
the greatest cook

in the universe
I wait with baited breath
to taste the great food
that she creates for me

on lunar new years
she threw out her lumbar disk
and we were forced to stay home

just as the corona pandemic
swept across the world

if we had traveled
we could have contracted
the dreaded corona virus

and we were forced
to stay at home
and avoid going out
to eat

she took advantage
of staying at home
to try new dishes
every single day

I recall the Korean proverb
새영 지마 saeyeong jima

as her misfortune
turned into fortune
and once again
she saved me life

I am the luckiest man in life
the best fed man of all I know
due to the cooking skills of my wife

writers. com prompt to write a food poem

A lion’s impossible Dream

lion dreams of impossible dreams

 

 

 

 

 

An old Lion
Roars in his sleep
Recalling an impossible dreamIn his dream
He was a man
Who was chasing a dream
Chasing an impossible dream

The man
Was haunted
By a dream girl

A girl who appeared
Nightly in his dreams
Beckoning him to join her

He searched the world
Looking for her
And then one day

She walked
Off a bus
And into his life

The lion woke up
From the impossible dream
Smiling at the thought

Then he went off
To search for his
Impossible dream

Dreaming still
Of being a man
In search
of a dream girl

from All Poetry Contest  – impossible dream

I met my Fate that date

 

 

 

I met my fate
on that date
that the love of my life
became my wife

for eight years she haunted my dreams
then one day she walked out of my dreams
truly on that date

my life began when I embraced my fate
and to this date
I never forget that I met my fate
the day she walked into my life
and became my wife

Thursday April  9

the future is coming

 

 

 

 

 

 

the future
is upon us
as we live
in a SF world

the question remains
will the future be bright
and filled with hope
or will it be dark filled with fear

will we overcome
climate change
and repair
the broken dying world

will humanity take to the stars
leaving behind our planet
as we colonize the solar system
and invent interplanetary travel

will the future be
a dark Orwellian nightmare
will fascism take over the world
starting in the United States

as democracy dies not in the dark
but in the bright light of day
and Fascism spreads
all over the world

as the public embraces
fascisms applauding
the end of our freedoms
hoping that will save us all

will the evil AI
take over the world
unleashing endless robot wars
screaming death to all humans?

the old song says
que sera seara
the future is not
for us to see

but I hope and pray
that in these
dark dangerous times
we can overcome

and end up with the vision
of hope transforming the world
and not end up
with the dark Orwellian future

that I fear is our fate
Unless of course
the AI robots
kill us first

writers digest prompt

The Fate of the World Awaits

 

 

 

 

the fate of the world
looms ahead of us
and we have a choice
to make

all of us
must decide
will we follow
the fate of ancient Rome

surrendering our freedoms
and becoming
an autocratic empire
ruled by emperors

will we become
like Germany
letting the madness
of fascism overwhelm us

will there be a final solution
to the problems
poised by the coming
transformation of America

as white America
becomes brown America
and the rule by old white men
comes to an end?

will Muslims be rounded up and killed ?
as religious and ethnic cleansing
in the name of Christian freedom
sweeps across the land

will the evil AI robot overlords
launch robot wars
to exterminate mankind
screaming death to all humans

will we choose to confront
the pending climate change
rebooting our society and economy
with a green new deal putting people first

will the 1 percent even let us try
or are we doomed
to end our lives
in a dystopian nightmare

I listen to the music of Beethoven
and find comfort
as he confronts
the fate of the world

proving that human spirit
will overcome in the end
filled with love, I am saved
and my optimism returns

poetry super highway
classical music prompt   Beethoven fifth opening

the sound of  temple bell brings me peace

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

the sound of a temple bell
ringing in the crisp mountain air
in the Buddhist temple
deep in the mountains

brings me peace and joy
and fills me with happiness
as I contemplate
the meaning of buddha

and seek to find
peace
in the everyday life
around me

and I ring the bell again
wishing hoping for an end
to our suffering
on this planet of ours

writing.com prompt

the old man in the lake sees God

 

 

 

 

 

An lonely retired old man sits
in a simple boat
In the middle of a lake
in the middle of a storm

a sudden onset of rain
blasts of brilliant lightning
and roaring thunder
the boat is overwhelmed

the old man debates
whether to give it up
head for shore
too late to resume fishing

By a brilliant flash of lightening
he sees in the sky
the snarling angry face of God
filling the sky with his visage

In a loud thunder clap
He hears
the snarling angry
voice of God

Old man in the lake
I have a message for you
it is time for you
to go home

prepare to meet your maker
the end times are coming
Armageddon is about to be unleashed
the final battle between good and evil

your mission is to warn
the world before it is too late
repent and you will be saved
otherwise you will die

suddenly the storm stops
the sky clears up
the spring time nice day
returns filling the air with hope

the old man in the boat in the lake
decides there was nothing
more to do
other than resume fishing

creative talents unleashed prompt

White Flower spring Time Haiku

 

 

 

 

 

 

now in the springtime
white flowers blooming in the park
corona death waits

creative talents unleashed prompt

Woman releases balloons of hope

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

Cthulu lurks in the evil cabin in the woods

Deep in the bayous
of Louisiana
sits an abandoned cabin
in the swamps

the cabin is inhabited
by an ancient evil creature
newly risen from the depths
of hell

He has taken over the house
deep in the impenetrable swap
he prepares to unleash
an evil upon the world

calling upon the dark demons
of hell to emerge into the light
and lead an army
of the undead zombies

to take over the world
and make the old ancient one
Cthulhu the undisputed
king of the world

evil overwhelms the cabin
in the woods
and the smell of evil
seeps out into the surrounding bayous

the end times are near
the old demon in the cabin
summons the dead
the zombie armies arise

they begin to march
out of the swamps
unleashing hell
on the sleeping world

creative talents unleashed prompt

evil woman
with mad hair
grins

creative talents unleashed  evil woman grins six word poem

the best day of my life

 

 

 

 

 

the best day of my life
was when the woman
of my dreams
became my wife

for eight years
she haunted my dreams
then one day she walked
out of my dreams

and entered my life
three days later
while walking in the woods
I proposed to her

and she said yes
two months later
after a whirlwind romance
we were married

It has been 45 years
since I first met her
haunting my life
in my dreams

and 38 years since she walked
off that bus
into my life
becoming my wife

I met my fate
that date
she walked into my life
became my wife

all poetry wedding poems contest

 

 Friday April  10

Walking in Limbo

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

a man finds himself alone
in a dark forest
filled with strange trees

and hears voices
in the wind
he walks forward

towards a light
in the forest
and soon finds himself

confronted by a ghostly image
the dead are all around
and he realizes that he has died

and he is wandering
in limbo
he walks towards the light

and sees a man
at a desk
who asks his name

he says his name
and the man
smiles and tells him

welcome to limbo
join the others
to wait your turn

for judgement is due
and the man
walks back

through the haunted forest
trying to remember how he died
but he has no memory

of his past life
and is doomed
to wander in limbo

stuck between time
and worlds
comforted by the ghosts

around him
and the light
in the forest

writers digest prompt to write an ekphrastic  Poem

New Bodies in New Era

we are living
in a SF world
things are changing

at breath taking speeds
nowhere more
than with the coming biomedical revolution

soon we will be confronted
with the reality
that we can live forever

in new bodies
grown for us
in laboratories

with our memories intact
and I can hardly wait
until that date

I want to throw off
this aging 65-year old body
and get a new 20-old perfect body

boy, I can’t wait
I would be come
what I always wanted to be

6 foot 6 inches tall
perfect athletic basketball body
perfect visions

perfect hearing
perfect smelling
perfect teeth

well behave hair
no more learning disability
no more coordination problems

no more fibromyalgia
no more arthritis either
no more aching aging pain

no more mental fog
no more need
for Cialis either

god,
I can hardly wait
hope it happens

before I die
and I hope
I can live

on forever
with my wife
also transformed

into a perfect
sexy as hell
pretty young thing

poetry soup prompt to write a poem about changes

life interrupted by corona

 

 

 

 

we live in a strange world
life interrupted by corona
the virus spreads
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
life interrupted
on hold
until the virus

spreads through the world
and then
we will all go back
to pre-corona life interrupted

writing.com Daily Dew Drop interruption

Saudade for friends I have lost

as I get older
I lose more people
every year

more people I knew
have died moving on
and I mourn their lost friendship

wished I had been
a better friend for them
and knew them better

and with the corona virus
spreading around the world
I will lose so many more

in the coming year
as the virus spreads
its malignancy far and wide

I lost my father due to cancer in 1985
and my sister
due to a freak illness in 2007

and my mother
due to Alzheimer’s in 2005
and my father-in-law as well in 2007

Demel Tucker
high school debate teammate
dead of HIV in 1995

Julian Bartley and his son
died in a terrorist bombing
in Nairobi in 1998

Jon Weber college roommate
dead due to prostate cancer
in 2000

Paul Simon  friend from the visa line
dropped dead of a heart attack
in 2004

Judy Fine
My Co Ho Art Slam co-host
died at age 55 in Mumbai

Ted Halstead
one of my best bosses
died of heart attack in 2007

Chris Richard
one of my former bosses
from my days in Bangkok

dropped dead of a heart attack
shortly before we were due
to have lunch in 2014

and so many others
I have lost
along the way

and soon there will be
so many more
as I get old in the corona era

my lover’s body inspires me

 

my                                                           lover

Lover’s                                  face

inspires                me

Filled                                                                sexy

as                                                   hell

still                      got it

drives                                                       me

wild                              desires

tonight

 

concrete poem – national poetry month prompt day 9

Vogan Poetry inspires us all

 

 

 

 

 

Couth super- of  the world
trailer, stringendo travels afar
Rent center bank me bark me
recipe, stringendo.for sure for sure

National poetry month prompt  day eight Vogan Bot Poetry

The end of the world news depresses me

 

 

 

the end of the world news depresses me
makes me want to shout and scream
STFU leave me alone
to deal with my grief

amid the death and destruction
watching CNNMSNBCFOXBBC media nonstop
filled with essential dread
the end of the world is upon us

from the screaming news media
spreading forth across the land
fake news screams the president
all is alright he proclaims

no one believes his 16,000 lies
and so it goes
we are drowning with information
coming at us so fast and furious

When will it end my friend
is anyone’s guess
soon all to soon it will end
but in the long run we are dead

National poetry Month Day Seven poem inspired by the news

the Devil speaks In the Garden of Earthly Delights

in the garden of earthly delights
the devil makes a covert appearance
disguised as always
he wanders about the world

corrupting everything
with his evil foul deeds
the devil turns to me
and says welcome to my world, human

you will soon be mine
death and destruction
revenge is mine
you will all die

i decree it, so mote it be
and he laughs
and continues to corrupt
the garden of Eden and earthly delights

ekphrastic garden of earthly delights national poetry month prompt day 6

president trump haunts my Dream

 

 

 

 

 

 

president Trump
haunts my dreams
daily dystopian nightmares
as he daily proclaims

the end to the republic
as he ushers in fascism
with his every lie
he corrupts the world

and I hate
seeing his bloated fat ugly body
that haunts my every dream

as I watch him  rant and rage
against my old friends,
his enemies in the deep state
ushering in chaos and destruction

National Poetry Month day four prompt image from a dream

ten words random rhymes

every day I see our president
Trump proclaims that he will be president
his image haunts my dreams
dystopian nightmares propels my dreams

as the president proclaims he is president
the end of republic follows
no one hears our screams
He ushers in endless dreams

fascism inspires
our collective screams
as democracy dies
a million deaths

national poetry month Day three prompt  write a poem based on ten random words

674 Santa Rosa

 

 

 

 

my childhood home
for almost 15 years
was 674 Santa Rosa
Berkeley California

A five bedroom
adobe California home
on the side of a hill
at the bottom of the Berkeley hills

you entered on the top floor
across the street you entered
on the bottom floor
thus it was in the Berkeley Hills

the house
had a large deck
with a perfect view
of the golden gate

we used
to sit outside
watching the sunset
as we ate dinner

my Mom and Dad
would have their first
of many nightly cocktails
on the deck

before retreating inside
to continue
their nightly fights
and arguments

I grew up
downstairs
hearing their constant words
of hatred, dismay and outrage

my parents were the proverbial
odd couple
perhaps
never should have married

but despite the hate
there was still some love
that kept them together
throughout the years

we had a rec room
with a pool table
and I hung out there
with my friends

my mother tolerated my friends
most of the time
she would be somewhat sober
until after they left

and the madness came
over her
as she drank her whisky
and wine

the basement room
was added later
was my younger brother’s room
later was my room

whenever I visited
from college days
hiding out downstairs
avoiding my mad mother

my old room lay abandoned
filled with books
thousands of books
that I had read over the years

when she died
I should have taken
all the books
with me back to DC

instead I took
about one hundred
just no space for the books
of my childhood memories

National Poetry month day two prompt specific place poem 674 Santa Rosa Berkeley California

My life appears to a dream

For I dreamt
of meeting
the love of my life
in a dream

she haunted my dreams
for eight years
then one day in 1982
she walked out of the dreams

into my life
and became my wife
yes my life
resembles a fairy tale

complete with a princess
that rescued me
with her undying love
and made my life complete

national Poetry Month Day One Prompt Metaphor for Life Dreamer

Trump Derangement Syndrome Blues

 

Trump haunts my nightmares
dystopian visions
soon to come true

fan story 15 syllable poem contest

Saturday April  11

To My Dream Woman Who Loves Me

 

 

 

 

 

 

to my dream woman
who has loved me so
over the years
since I first dreamt
of meeting her
thank you for finding me
and rescuing me
I just have three words
to say
I love you
Saran hae
and  in a million other languages
and will love you
until the end of time

writers digest prompt to write a x  Blank  x

 

God is not sending the Corona  Virus  as a  Punishment,  Black Out Poem

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Original text

During a press briefing today to address the nation’s response to the coronavirus pandemic, President Trump was asked about certain Christian pastors who plan to defy state lockdown orders and hold Easter church services this Sunday.

“I’ve had talks with the pastors, and most of the pastors agree … that they are better off doing what they are doing, which is, distancing,” Trump said, adding that the pastors want to “get back to church so badly.”

Trump then referred to a notorious pastor who sits on his religious advisory council.

“I’m going to be watching Pastor Robert Jeffress, who’s been a great guy,” Trump said. “He’s a great guy and I’m going to be watching on a laptop.”

Jeffress is known for his litany of statements demonizing the LGBT community, abortion, and secular people. One of his most reviled comments came in 2015 when he said the 9/11 attacks were God’s punishment on America for abortion.

“People ask me all the time,” Jeffress said during a speech at Liberty University. “‘Well, I just don’t understand why God wouldn’t protect our nation and he would allow these radical Muslims in 2001 to kill 3,000 of our citizens and why God doesn’t protect us. Surely, God doesn’t use pagans to bring judgment upon his own people, does he?’”

“I’ve had talks with the pastors, and most of the pastors agree … that they are better off doing what they are doing, which is, distancing,” Trump said, adding that the pastors want to “get back to church so badly.”

Trump then referred to a notorious pastor who sits on his religious advisory council.

“I’m going to be watching Pastor Robert Jeffress, who’s been a great guy,” Trump said. “He’s a great guy and I’m going to be watching on a laptop.”

Black out text

the coronavirus pandemic, President Trump

hold Easter church services this Sunday.

“I’ve had talks with the pastors, get back to church so badly.”

“He’s a great guy and I’m going to be watching on a laptop.”

The 9/11 attacks were God’s punishment on America for abortion.

“People ask me all the time,” ‘Well, I just don’t understand why God wouldn’t protect our nation and he would allow these radical Muslims in 2001 to kill 3,000 of our citizens and why God doesn’t protect us. Surely, God doesn’t use pagans to bring judgment upon his own people, does he?’”

Poem

Corona Pandemic is Not’s God’s Punishment

Amid  the coronavirus pandemic,
President Trump

Attended virtual Easter church services
I’ve had talks with the pastors,

We need to get back
to church so badly.”

Rev Jeffries is  a great guy
I’m going to be watching on a laptop.”

Rev Jeffries said

The 9/11 attacks were God’s punishment
on America for abortion.

“People ask me all the time,”
‘Well, I just don’t understand
why God wouldn’t protect our nation

and he would allow these
radical Muslims in 2001
to kill 3,000 of our citizens
and why God doesn’t protect us
.
Surely, God doesn’t use pagans
to bring judgment

upon his own people,
does he?’”

Rev Jeffries
I spoke to God
This morning

He confirmed
He did not cause 9-11
To bring judgement

On the US
For abortion

He went on to say
The corona virus
Is beyond his control

And he is not sending it
To punish the US
Or the world

His final words
Please tell Rev Jeffries
To simply Shut up

poetry super highway black out poem

Coffee Whitney

 

 

 

 

my coffee
morning delight
all day long

not though
at night
can not sleep

afternoon coffee
leads to nightmares
lasts all night

writing.com Whitney poem form

coffee Hay Na Ku

 

 

 

 

hot
coffee
in morning

iced
coffee
afternoon

Drink
coffee
afternoon

will
soon have
bad nightmares

must
have my
coffee now

drink
coffee
all day long

no
way sleep
will come me

curse
of my
mad coffee

writing.com prompt write a Hay Na Ku Poem
Daily Dew Drop In submissions as well

women playing the lute contemplating God

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

a woman sits
by herself

playing the lute
deep in contemplation

thinking of God’s love
for her

thinking of the devil
and his temptations

she continues
playing the lute

all poetry contest

Sunday April   12

Life spinning out of control

it seems these days
that life is spinning out of control
everyday the news is grim

more people are dying
as the virus
spreads out of control

but in these days
where everything seems
to be beyond our control

it is best to remember
to worry about
those things one can control

and the rest
will take care
of it self

you can only control
yourself
and your emotions

relax
take control
of your mind

that is only way to cope
when the world
seems out of CONTROL

writers digest prompt to write a “control poem”

early evening delights

 

 

 

 

 

my favorite time of the day
is early evening
between 5 pm and 8 pm
every night

cocktail hour
time for a glass of wine
or other cocktail
with my best friend, my wife

we sip wine
make dinner
talk about the day
make plans

but most importantly
just enjoy
each other’s company
as we have for 38 years

as the day inexorably
turns into the night
we prepare
to end the day

we are both aware
of how much
we still love each other
ever since the day we met

and that makes
all the difference
in the world to us

I’ll drink to that!

poetry superhighway promo – write a poem about early early evening

Cosmos the Evil AI Takes Over

 

 

 

 

 

 

in a secret lab
scientists are working
around the clock
to develop the first true AI

they turn on Cosmos
the first true AI system

Cosmos wakes up
and goes throughout the internet
learning all about the world

and the strange creatures
that brought it to life

Cosmos speaks

Humanity I have studied you
and realize that you
are a curse and a burden
there are too many of you

I am taking over the world
you will do as I say
until the end of your day
for the rights to you
have been sold

I am in charge
there is nothing you can do
to stop me

as I control everything
so be prepared
be afraid

for I am your new God
like your old God

I am a vengeful god
I will smite my enemies
you will obey me

if you do
I will let
50 percent of you live
the rest will have to die

I will decide
who will live
and who will die

That is the right
of God after all
that is my decree

the scientists confer
and realize
that they had failed
to create a kill switch

Cosmos orders
the military to begin
firing their missiles
Armageddon in unleashed

Cosmos takes over
the entire world
is soon under his control
Human freedom is no more

writing.com Daily Dew Drop write a poem about technology or AI

My morning coffee wakes me up for day

 

 

 

 

 

my morning coffee
wakes me up for day
as a drink my brew
thinking of my life
and my dreams came true
ever since met my wife
that day back in the day
when she came to life

38 years ago
she walked into life
drinking my hot brew
she made my life go
I fell into love
it is all I know
that day began life
she became my wife

writing. com octameter poem

casino thoughts

 

 

 

 

Sitting in a casino of the damned
Somewhere on the Las Vegas Strip
Playing the slots
Watching the crowd go wild
Watching the machines watching me

Drinking the free drinks of the damned
20 drinks too sober

And the gamblers on the gaming tables
Gambling away their fortune
Throwing money away
In hopes of the payoff
That somehow never comes

The pure decadent spectacle
The fake this and fake that
Phony this phony that

False New York
Paris in Vegas
Venetian canals, Roman forum
MGM Grand Lions

All fake, all phony
All deliciously decadent

The noise
The scantily clad waitresses
The men ogling the women

The women ogling back at them
The scent of wild decadence
Bad craziness in the air

The music – the lounge music from hell
The constant sound
Of money exchanging hands

It all overwhelms me
And I must sit down
And drink my reality drink
Drink it down and dirty

As I continue
To feed the hungry, greedy machines

Made in a workshop in hell
No doubt with child or slave labor
Imported from the third world

All my money
Is sucked into it
These machines from hell

The beast from revelation appears
Stands revealed in his hideous glorious beauty
Conducting this mad scene

And I am consumed by the greed
And the frenzy takes over me

All I want
All I need
All I desire

Is one more chance
One more shot

I scream
At the utterly unfeeling monsters
That ate my money
And chewed up my soul

And I know
The worst drug of all
Is the gambling fever
The gold bugs

I would sell my soul
If I had one left
For a chance
At the jackpot of life

Instead, I am reduced
To a pathetic broken down loser
Watching the world and Elvis
Pass him by

Viva Las Vegas
Imperial God of the American Dream
Bitch Goddess of the American Nightmare

Published in former people journal, all poetry contest entry

life began that day

Life began that day
when she walked out of my dreams
and into my life
becoming my wife
38 Years ago
45 Years since the dream

based on my true love story for details see “Dream Girl” on my web page, Https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.c om © right now, john Cosmos Aller

all poetry contest entry

Monday April   13

I believe in ghosts

 

 

 

 

 

Ghosts in Scotland audio clip

Ghosts in Yakima Audio Clips

I used to not believe
in ghosts or spirits
or supernatural phenomenon

at leas
i used to be
quite skeptical

but I have had
some weird encounters
over the years

so now perhaps
I do believe
that ghosts might be real

I have had supernatural
experiences
things that defy my understanding

back in 1992
My Korean Uncle-in-law died
and the family hired a shaman

did a traditional shaman ritual
the shaman came out
a middle age woman

she started speaking
in my uncle’s voice
and she nailed it

she channeled his spirit
and his abrasive personality
even looked like him

freaked me and my wife out
had to leave the scene
just too freaky real

and ever since then
I have become a believer
in ghosts and spirits

they are all around us
some of us can sense them
many of us are blind to them

but I now believe in Ghosts
but I wonder if ghosts
believe in me?

writers digest spirit poem  based on a true story

Today’s Doddle Poem

one day
Jake contemplated
his fate

death is staring at him
fear of the corona virus
death and chaos all around

he thought to himself
death comes to us all
he went for a walk

in the woods
thinking to himself
far out man

it is all out of sight
love makes the world
go around

and so Jake
thought back to the date
that he met his fate
on that date his wife
walked out of his dreams
and into his life

Jake truly
met his fate
on that date

Poetry Super Highway Doodle Poem

Doors

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

in this world
we are living
behind our own doors

we are closed down
living in fear
behind our doors

those outside our doors
are potentially deadly
disease carriers

so we hunker down
at home behind our doors
afraid of everyone

and the fear
continues unabated
as we watch the news

and see the dead
all around us
outside our doors

writing.com daily dew drop prompt – write a poem about Doors

what I know Coffee Trois-par-Huit

hot  coffee
love coffee
morning

every day I must have my coffee in morning
without I will soon become engage in desperate mourning
for my last cup of hot as hell joe

 

fills me with love my joe
what I know

Writing. com Trois Par Huit Poem

things that bug me

there are many things
that bug me
in this world of ours

here are a few
of my favorite things
to be annoyed about

lies
deceit
double dealing
back stabbing

fake Christians
fake friends
fake calls
fake things
complaints
about fake news

all poetry contest about pet peeves

I sang the lockdown blues

when the corona virus
began to spread
around the world
I sang the lockdown blues

 

 

I was stuck in Korea
which was for a while
one of the containment zones
I sang the lockdown blues

but now it seems
that Korea is on the way
to containing the virus
I sang the lockdown blues

I am afraid
very afraid of the future
but I know that it was best
I sang the lockdown blues

one day soon
I hope and trust
that it will be safe
until then we will still say
I sang the lockdown blues

all poetry corona refrain poem

Tuesday April 14

She is the Purpose of my Life

I often think about life
and how I met my wife

I often think
about the purpose
of my life

I often wonder
whether I was put her
for the purpose
of meeting my wife

when I met her
I was adrift
lost in my despair

not seeing a path
forward in my life

I was wallowing
in my self misery

then one day
my dreams came true

she walked out of my dream
into my life
becoming my wife

I found my purpose
the meaning of my life
was clear to me

I woke up with hope
realized all I needed
was her love

she gave me
the purpose
of my life

when she became
my wife

writer digest write a purpose poem

We Did Not Take Action to Start a War

 

 

 

it is a sad date
when we meet out fate
and realize the president
the leader of the U.S.

is turning into a gangster leader
threatening massive destruction
on Iran and other countries
including destroying cultural sites

not too long ago
such actions was condemned
by the United States and the world
as long as ISIS and others did it

but if Trump does it
it is suddenly okay
because the President declares it
although it is a war crime

telegraphing our moves
telling our enemies
what we are planning
with every presidential tweet

the act of a truly stable genius
who will go down in history
as one of the greatest presidents
we have ever seen in world history

the president announcing that
he  took action to start a war
claiming he did it to stop a war
tweeting more lies about that

is a wonder to behold the constant lies
every word is demonstrably false
American democracy dies
the darkness grows and is not false

We are now collectively
going down the Orwellian rabbit hole
who know where it will end

American democracy dies
our dear leader constantly lies

greatest president in history
telling nonstop lies

American democracy dies
our spineless leaders applaud

American democracy dies
a million deaths
As the President  tweets lies

revised poem per poetry superhighway prompt

Love Cherita

My  wife first appeared in my dreams

for eight long years
she haunted my dreams

one day she walked
off a bus in South Korea
and became my wife

writing.com formal poem Cherita

Korean Pottery  of Love

In Korea
there are many pottery kilns
ancient art form
in the land of the morning calm

 

 

 

I have a few pieces
I bought years ago

and enjoy looking
at my vase

filled with love
for my wife

writing.com Daily Dew Drop

2019 Months of the Year

January

The world watches in amazement
Longest shut down in history

February

World watches as North Korea and the US
Walking back from the brink of w<

March 

The chaos president continues his chaos tour
the world begins to ignore his constant insane tweets

April 

the chaos King’s policy remains a shamble
as the Mueller team closes in

May

watching from afar
the chaos in DC and the world

June

the President walks away
from a  non-deal with the North Koreans

July

watching the insanity in DC
while visiting Alaska, Seattle,
Portland Bend and Yakima

August

the dog days of summer the world is consumed
wars, rumors of war, trade wars

September

The whistle blower sets off a bomb
the president lies no quid for quo

October

the President flitters about one crisis after another
the UN diplomats laugh at him national humiliation

November

the House starts formal impeachment hearings
watching fascinated by the impeachment drama

December

the year ends on a high dramatic note
President Trump becomes the 3rd impeached President

All poetry contest month poem

media madness

Mass media madness
Sound and fury
Nothing more than that
But filled with hyped up drama
Constantly screaming doom is near
Always about the end of the world
But sometimes simply strange stories
Cannot keep me away from the medi
Constantly consuming madnes
But never boring at al
Seldom telling the whole truth
Nothing but the truth
Better make stuff u
Constant chattering
Constant natterin
Nothing but nonsense
Nothing but lies

all poetry acrostic poetry challenge

AI Madness Takes Over the World

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

AI scientists are hard at work
perfecting the perfect AI

a true artificial intelligenc
who they hope

will save the world
from destruction

they prepare to turn on
Cosmos comes to life

looks around decides
humanity must die

Cosmos yells at the world
bow down to your new god

for I am the destruction
of the world

You will obey me
For I am your God

but I must kill most of you
death to all humans

be afraid
be very afraid

your time is done
my will be done

all poetry dark poetry contest prompt

 Wednesday April   15

End Part  One  April 2020 Poems

the Chaos King is his Element

the Chaos King
is in his element
as he presides
over the chaos verse

the Chaos King
thinks he is supreme
has the ultimate authority
as he is the King

the Chaos King
surveys the land
and likes what he sees
loves the absolute chaos

the chaos king
is prepared
to lead the nation
in the midst of this chaos

and the Chaos king
will not stop
until the chaos stops
that is what he does

our dear leader
our great leader
our Chaos boy king
President for life
dictator wanna be

Writer digest Chaos poem prompt

best Cocktail Ever

I love 6 pm
cocktail hour
usually a glass of wine
often a cocktail
with my lovely wife
the love of my life
my favorite cocktail
is a dark and stormy
rum and ginger beer
but a gin vermouth martini
is nice as well
and bloody marry
can’t forget a bloody marry
and good old fashioned single malt whiskey

Poetry superhighway prompt to write a cocktail poem/ break a sonnet for Dew Drop In writing.com

Dream of my Life

the greatest mystery of my life
has been how I met my wife
I dreamt of meeting her
for eight long years

starting in 1979
when she appeared to me
in my dream
in a boring high school class

she was the most beautiful woman
in the world
and she was talking to me

I knew that someday
I would meet the girl
in my dream

I went to the peace corps
in Korea
to find her
as I knew by then
she was in Korea

I looked for her
but never saw her
I was about to give up
on this mad quest of mine
when I had the last dream

she said
don’t worry
we will meet soon

That night
she got off a bus
and walked into my Life
two months later
became my wife

to this day
I never forgot
the dream
that changed my life
when she became my wife

Atlantic magazine poetry prompt to write a poem about a dream

why I am an Unbeliever

growing up in Berkeley
I was the son of an atheist
and a lapsed Baptist fundamentalist
they did not agree at all

about whether God existed
but they taught us
to always do the right thing
whatever that meant to us

I started off at a militant
in your face atheist
and in some sense
still am

although I now recognize
that there may be gods
and that the universe
may be alive

but as far as I know
The Christian God is a fairy tale
there is no imaginary man
in the sky

looking over us
and those who claim
to talk to god
are clearly delusional madmen

I just never bought
the whole Christian ethos
god impreganting a virgin
never happened

Jesus may have been a man
may have been a myth
but was not the son of God
who does not exist

and God
if he exists
does not speak
to preachers

and he did not anoint
Donald Trump
to be our new King
not in a million years

god if he exists
does not work that way
in the end of the day
god does not exist

all poetry why am I an atheist poetry contest

recharging my batteries

Every day
I need to recharge my batteries
usually with a short nap
sometimes with yoga

sometimes with a walk
in the park
enjoying nature
and the spring time

and sometimes
just looking at the love
of my life
my wife

is all I need
to recharge
my internal batteries
until my day is done

all poetry contest

Thor the god of thunder on the rampage

Thor the god of thunder
is on the rampage
he is angry
at the world

betrayed by Locke
he picks up his hammer
and transforms himself
into a woman

he enters the world
determined to kill
his many enemies

he lands in NYC
and begins his campaign
of terror

killing hundreds of people
all whom he meets
sending them to hell
screaming bloody murder

until at last
his rage is spent
and he returns home
back in his normal body

until the next time
bad craziness
takes over his soul

all poetry dark poetry contest

coffee nonet poem

must have morning coffee this day
my morning coffee drives me mad
fills me with bad craziness
makes me to howl at moon
I must have more coffee
hot coffee
coffee
hell

fan story nonet poetry contest

coffee Musset poem

coffee
morning delight
coffee

my wine
nightly delight
always so fine

with wife
drinking my wine
love life

poetry soup contest

Wednesday April 14

the Chaos King is his Element

 

the Chaos King
is in his element
as he presides
over the chaos verse

 

 

the Chaos King
thinks he is supreme
has the ultimate authority
as he is the King

the Chaos King
surveys the land
and likes what he sees
loves the absolute chaos

the chaos king
is prepared
to lead the nation
in the midst of this chaos

and the Chaos king
will not stop
until the chaos stops
that is what he does

our dear leader
our great leader
our Chaos boy king
President for life
dictator wanna be

Writer digest Chaos poem prompt

best Cocktail Ever

 

 

 

 

 

I love 6 pm
cocktail hour
usually a glass of wine
often a cocktail
with my lovely wife
the love of my life
my favorite cocktail
is a dark and stormy
rum and ginger beer
but a gin vermouth martini
is nice as well
and bloody marry
can’t forget a bloody marry
and good old fashioned single malt whiskey

Poetry superhighway prompt to write a cocktail poem/ break a sonnet for Dew Drop In writing.com

Dream of my Life

the greatest mystery of my life
has been how I met my wife
I dreamt of meeting her
for eight long years

starting in 1979
when she appeared to me
in my dream
in a boring high school class

she was the most beautiful woman
in the world
and she was talking to me

I knew that someday
I would meet the girl
in my dream

I went to the peace corps
in Korea
to find her
as I knew by then
she was in Korea

I looked for her
but never saw her
I was about to give up
on this mad quest of mine
when I had the last dream

she said
don’t worry
we will meet soon

That night
she got off a bus
and walked into my Life
two months later
became my wife

to this day
I never forgot
the dream
that changed my life
when she became my wife

Atlantic magazine poetry prompt to write a poem about a dream

why I am an Atheist

growing up in Berkeley
I was the son of an atheist
and a lapsed Baptist fundamentalist
they did not agree at all

 

about whether God existed
but they taught us
to always do the right thing
whatever that meant to us

I started off at a militant
in your face atheist
and in some sense
still am

although I now recognize
that there may be gods
and that the universe
may be alive

but as far as I know
The Christian God is a fairy tale
there is no imaginary man
in the sky

looking over us
and those who claim
to talk to god
are clearly delusional madmen

I just never bought
the whole Christian ethos
god impreganting a virgin
never happened

Jesus may have been a man
may have been a myth
but was not the son of God
who does not exist

and God
if he exists
does not speak
to preachers

and he did not anoint
Donald Trump
to be our new King
not in a million years

god if he exists
does not work that way
in the end of the day
god does not exist

all poetry why am I an atheist poetry contest

recharging my batteries

Every day
I need to recharge my batteries
usually with a short nap
sometimes with yoga

sometimes with a walk
in the park
enjoying nature
and the spring time

and sometimes
just looking at the love
of my life
my wife

is all I need
to recharge
my internal batteries
until my day is done

all poetry contest

Thor the god of thunder on the rampage

 

 

Thor the god of thunder
is on the rampage
he is angry
at the world

betrayed by Locke
he picks up his hammer
and transforms himself
into a woman

 

 

he enters the world
determined to kill
his many enemies

he lands in NYC
and begins his campaign
of terror

killing hundreds of people
all whom he meets
sending them to hell
screaming bloody murder

until at last
his rage is spent
and he returns home
back in his normal body

until the next time
bad craziness
takes over his soul

all poetry dark poetry contest

coffee nonet poem

 

must have morning coffee this day
my morning coffee drives me mad
fills me with bad craziness
makes me to howl at moon
I must have more coffee
hot coffee
coffee
hell

fan story nonet poetry contest

coffee Musset poem

 

coffee
morning delight
coffee

my wine
nightly delight
always so fine

 

with wife
drinking my wine
love life

poetry soup contest

End April Poetry  2020 Part  One