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  • April 2018 Poems

    April 2018 Poems

    April 2018 poems

    In 2017, I I participated in my first April Month of Poetry poetry challenge. The goal, write one poem per day during the month and post them.  i completed a bit more than 30 and posted them on triferet journal @ http://tiferetjournal.com and on a special community facebook page  https://www.facebook.com/tiferetapril2018poemathon/ .
    I also posted them on All Poetry, https://allpoetry.com/Jake_Aller#t_main and

    https://allpoetry.com/group/14865-National_Poetry_Month_at_Allpoetry

    Poetry Soup  https://www.poetrysoup.com/me/jakecosmos | edit

    I followed up in 2018, also on Triferet journal

    journal @ http://tiferetjournal.com, and on a special community Facebook page @https://www.facebook.com/TiferetApril2018Poemathon/

    and All Poetry, and Poetry Soup.

    This year, 2019 I changed focus a bit and wrote them mostly following links in Writers Digest,  https://www.writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides/2019-april-pad-challenge-day-28

    Creative Talents Unleashed, (add link)

    https://creativetalentsunleashed.com/

    *and Writing.com poetic forms forum. (add link)

    https://www.writing.com/main/portfolio/view/jcosmos

    as well as posting them daily on all poetry, writers digest and on my blog (which I did not have in 2017 and 2018.

    I tried this year to experiment with more formal verse forms which is one of my creative goals this year.  Writers Digest has a great list, as does All poetry, poetry Soup, Magnum Poetry Opus.  For more info on formal verse forms see

    https://allpoetry.com/

    https://www.poetrysoup.com/poetry/resources/

    https://www.writersdigestshop.com/writers-digest-guide-to-poetic-forms-ebook?utm_source=writersdigest.com&utm_medium=referral&utm_campaign=wd-rlb-bl-190329-guidetopoeticforms

    http://www.poetrymagnumopus.com/forums/forum/23-explore-the-craft-of-writing-poetry/

    I also added images and audio clips. For 2017, and 2018 I have gone back and revised them slightly adding in images and audio clips.  I intend to turn these poems into my first published book of poetry.

    Comments and feedback greatly appreciated.  I intent to make this an annual creative project and keep going as long as I can.

    Now to the 2018 Poems:

    Index

    • published

    April 01  Thank God For Angela
    April 02, 2018  Angela Haiku
    April 03, 2018  2007 How Much I Despise You
    April 03 Trump’s Wall Against Reason
    April 04  It Has been Done Before
    April 05  Walls Divide Us 
    April 06 Mr. Trump Tear Down this Wall
    < Aril 09 Trump
    April 10 Haiku
    April 11 Hiking in the Spring time Snow
    April 12  Learning I am Part Jewish
    April 13 There is Nothing More to be Said *
    April 14  Hiking the Hills of My Youth Hanibun
    April 15 Living with Pain Hanibun
    April 16  Five Signs of the Apocalypse
    April 17  Emperor Surveys the Eastern Sea
    April 18  The General Unleashes the Kraken
    April 19  Plead to the Computer Gods
    April 20  Number of the Beast 
    April 21  The Neo-Fascists are Let loose
    April 22  Life In Between  *
    April 23  the Light Will Prevail April
    April 24 April 19   Samonka for Angela
    em>April 25  62 Years Young
    April 26  Married Girl of My Dreams *
     April 27  The Darkness Grows
    April 28 It was God’s Will They Say
    April 29  Looking Out My Window
    April 30 In Search of America – Hitching the USA in 1975 

    Audio Clips

    April 1 to April 5

    April 6  to April  10

    April   15 to April 20

    April 20 to April 29

    April 30 Hitchhiking Tales

    April 1—

    Thank God for Angela

    Every day I wake up
    And see you there
    I thank God

    That he had the wisdom
    To send you to me
    To save me

    By bringing you into my life
    You are the sunshine
    That lights up the day

    You are the reason
    I get up in the morning
    And you are reason
    I exist

    Without you I am nothing
    But dust blowing in the wind

    Waiting until death
    Takes me down

    April 02 –

     2017 How Much I Despise You

     

    Following 2016
    the second worst year ever
    Will 2018 be any better ?

    And what we have suffered
    The darkness settles on the land
    Like a curse on the land

    As our mad demented senile
    dotard king wannabe
    Struts about the world’s stage
    Ushering America’s inevitable decline

    April 03 –

    Angela Haiku

    Every day I wake up
    To the love of my long life
    And say Thanks to God

    April 04,-

    Trump’s Wall Against Reason

    The President wants to build a wall
    Against the southern hordes
    Another great wall
    To keep the barbarians out

    He wants to build a wall
    Against reason
    Against science
    Against the modern world

    Hiding behind the wall
    On the southern border

    Desperately trying to keep them out
    The unwashed masses
    The undocumented
    The illegals

    Streaming across the border
    Seeking to wreck the pure land

    Murderous hordes
    Rapists, drug dealers
    Coming to take our land over

    As he stands on the border
    Trying to stop the hordes himself

     

    April 05th –

    It Has Been Done Before

    Before Trump’s Wall
    There were many other walls

    The Berlin Wall
    The Great Wall
    Hadrian’s Wall

    All the walls

    of the ancient world
    All failed
    To keep the enemies out

    The enemies of freedom
    The enemies of the state
    Still came across the border

    To loot, steal, rape and plunder
    And nothing could stop
    The flood of history

    April 06

    Walls Divide Us

    In Modern America
    We all live in gated communities
    Trying desperately to keep them out

    Out of sight
    Out of mind
    And out of our lives

    And yet we fail
    Fail to accept the others
    Are human beings

    Are our fellow creatures
    As we wall ourselves off
    Into our separate communities

    We lose our humanity
    And we lose ourselves
    As we hide in our walls
    Hide in our bubbles

    April 07

    Mr. Trump

    Please tear down this wall
    Please open up your heart
    Please stop this madness

    We are all Americans
    We are all one people

    And your wall
    Will not stop us
    From becoming one people

    Please tear down this wall
    Please build bridges to the future
    Please open your heart
    And let the love shine through

     

    April 8

    Angela

    Angela is my life
    No better friend in the universe
    Greatest Love of all
    Every Day I thank God
    Love of my life
    Angela My Soul Mate

    Love of my long life
    Everything I ever desires
    Everything I ever needed

    April 9

    — Trump

    The President of the United States
    Republican Leader of the Free world
    Uber ales nations
    Muttering insanities
    Preposterous Nonsensical tweets

     

     

    April 10th,

    Putin

    Post Modern Leader
    Uniting all the Russians
    Triumphant against all enemies
    Including the Great Satan
    Nevertheless always living in fear

    April 11

    Hiking in the Spring Time Snow

    Talking a walk in the mountains
    In the spring time snow
    Snow falling down all over the trail

    As I wander through the hills
    Breathing the early spring smells
    And seeing the world covered in white magic
    The last remnants of the winter’s touch

    Before the spring time gambol of flowers
    Overwhelms nature once again
    Preparing for the summer’s hellish heat

     

    April 12

    Met My Fate Haiku

    I met my late fate
    In a bar room face one night
    My fate started that date

     

     

    April 13 -,

    Learning I am part Jewish

    Recently I learned that I was part Jewish
    That was long rumored in our family tree
    Never confirmed until DNA came again

    But whether my Jewish ancestors lived
    Or died in the holocaust I have not heard
    Never again will we live through that pain

     

     

    April 14 –

    There is nothing more to be said

    There is nothing more to be said

    Nothing more I can add
    Nothing more than this

    I will love you
    Until the end of time itself
    and death does us part

     

     

    April 15 –

    Hiking the Hills of My Youth

    I grew up in Berkeley, California in the 60’s.  Ever since I was a youngster I would wander the hills of Berkeley hiking for hours by myself and sometimes with my friends. I explored every nook and cranny every corner of the hills and got to know nature in its infinite beauty.

    Ever since those days, I have longed for the day that I could spend my days hiking and wandering  in the hills.  Now that I am retired and living in Korea I can go for a long walk in the hills every day I want.  It is not the same as the hills I grew up, no vistas of the Bay and it is in Korea to boot but most days it is sufficient as I head out early afternoon and conquer four or five miles of hills just enjoying that fact that I can still move and am still very much alive at age 62!

    I grew up hiking the hills of Berkeley, California
    Grew up knowing every corner of the hills
    And the infinite beauty of the Bay Area

    And now I find myself in a strange land
    With time on my hands
    I wander the hills above the airport
    In Incheon Korea

    And wander about here and there
    Just being grateful
    That I am still alive
    And kicking at age 62

     

     

    April 16,-

    Living with Pain (Hanibun)

    Back in 1996 I had the accident that changed everything.  I went jogging one morning. It was dark outside, and I thought that I knew the trail.  Big mistake.  I fell down a ledge hidden where the trail should have been.  I shattered me heal in a million pieces.  I was rushed to an ER and told that I need an emergency operation and would be bed ridden for four months.

    My wife was in San Antonio at the time serving in the Army, I was in DC working for the State Department.  I flew in a wheel chair to San Antonio where they proclaimed that they had to wait a week for the swelling to go down before they could operate.  The Air force doctors wanted to try a new procedure – using shark cartridge as a bone supplement.  The operation was a success until I quit taking antibiotics six months later.  I was in DC by myself then.  I went to the hospital for an unrelated thing -removal of a cist I think.  But the doctors took one look at me and proclaimed that the staph had become a multiple drug resistant staph and I needed an urgent operation.  The next day I had the third of 15 operations.  I endured six months at Walter Reed hospital but that was in the 90’s prior to the wars of the 21st century filled the base up. They had few customers and I got to know the doctors well.

    I know pain
    Intimately aware of every ache
    Every pain

    Ever since that day
    When I went under the knife
    And had the 14 operations
    That saved my life

    But I am not one to complain
    I became one with the pain
    Which I endure to this day

    Knowing that I am alive
    Having cheated death
    Twenty times in life

    Waiting for the grim reaper
    To finally claim me

    But that day has not come
    And until then
    I will endure

    April 17th –

    Five Signs of the Apocalypse

    One

    Watching the evening news
    Spin forth
    the latest scandals de jour

    The fake news and spin

    The daily propaganda
    And the utter destruction
    of common sense
    And reason

    The thought comes to mind
    Are we living in the end of times
    Is the Apocalypse drawing neigh?

    Two

    The signs of the coming
    of the end times
    Have been endlessly debated

    Among the
    Christian right wing blog sphere
    Ever since Israel was reborn

    Apparently
    triggering the cosmic count down

    “According to Revelation 12, a pregnant woman will be hunted by a satanic seven-headed dragon eager to eat her unborn child. The woman will be clothed with the “sun, with the moon under her feet and a crown of twelve stars on her head. She brought forth a man-child, who was to rule all nations with a rod of iron: and her child was caught up unto God and to his throne. The Scripture continues to explain that the “woman was given two wings of a great eagle, that she might fly into the wilderness, into her place, where she is nourished for a time, and times, and half a time, from the face of the serpent.”

    But the pending eclipse is
    another astronomical sign
    the end is near
    and that the Rapture is fast approaching.

    ….the image will be created in the sky on Sept. 23. …..Virgo represents the woman

    in Revelations 12 who will be clothed in sunlight.
    She will be in position over the moon
    and under the nine stars and three planets.

    ….More importantly, to trust

    the right God,” he reported to the publication. “If people want to be ready, the one thing you can do is accept what He has offered, which is the gift of grace and forgiveness. That’s all we have to do to be ready.”

    Yet September 23 end
    and the world is still here.
    Are there other signs
    that the end is near?

    All of this

    is speculation as Jesus said He didn’t know the date or hour when the Almighty would close the final chapter on mankind. Scripture clearly states in Mathew 24:36 that no one knows when the end will be. “But of that day and hour, no one

    knows, not even the angels of heaven, but My Father only.”

    Three

    Yet the fear persists in my heart

    As I watch the news
    The days grow darker

    Moment by moment
    The light of reason
    Seems to be replaced

    By famines, rumors of war
    and false prophets galore

    All in according
    to revelations
    the false prophets claim

    Gods plan
    unfolding as we speak

    “Things like wars, earthquakes, famine and technology (implanted microchips in our bodies already have been tested by BioNyfiken in Sweden) all point that we are moving toward Jesus’ return.

    “The prophecy of Daniel 2 alone shows we are in the time of the end and all the other evidence proves we are in the very end times,” the site reported. They

    indicated that the world was going to a 100 percent cashless system and how the “powers of this world are now trying to make cash obsolete, and are actively pushing pure electronic forms of payment, like PayPal and Google Wallet for instance. Take a look at the news and you will see this being reported in different countries of the world.”

    Yes this has occurred already.
    In India they wiped out the 100 rupee note

    in an attempt to go cashless all at once !
    and it failed.

    Yes the signs are all about us
    If only we have eyes to see
    And ears to hear
    And minds to understand

    Four

    “Non-Christians will find it hard to believe we are living in the last days of earth’s history. It’s in the Bible,

    II Peter 3:3-4, TLB.

     

    “First, I want to remind you that in the last days there will come scoffers who will do every wrong they can think of, and laugh at the truth. This will be their line of argument: ‘So Jesus promised to come back, did He? Then where is He? He’ll never come! Why, as far back as anyone can remember everything has remained exactly as it was since the first day of creation.’”

    Yes, why has not Jesus come back?

    Is that yet another sign the end is near?
    They all say the coming of the Antichrist

    is a sign of the end.

    “It’s in the Bible, I John 2:18, NKJV. “

    “Little children, it is the last hour; and as you have heard that the Antichrist is coming, even now many antichrists have come, by which we know that it is the last hour.”

    What moral conditions will be characteristic of society in the last days? It’s in the Bible, II Timothy

    3:1-5, NIV.

    “But mark this: There will be terrible times in the last days. People will be lovers of themselves, lovers of money, boastful, proud, abusive, disobedient to their parents, ungrateful, unholy, without love, unforgiving, slanderous, without self-control, brutal, not lovers of the good, treacherous, rash, conceited, lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God—having a form of godliness but denying its power. Have nothing to do with them.”

    And this is so true in the era of Trump
    and the new oligarchs who have taken over

    The swamp monsters have come out
    of the dark slimly corners of America

    Proclaiming
    it is their time to come out
    And openly
    rule the world

    And the bible confirms
    this dire prophecy

    Five

    “Talk of peace and safety are a sign of the last days. It’s in the Bible, I Thessalonians 5:2-3, NIV.

    “For you know very well that the day of the Lord will come like a thief in the night. While people are saying, ‘Peace and safety,’ destruction will come on them suddenly, as labor pains on a pregnant woman, and they will not escape.”

    The gospel will go to the whole world and the end will come. It’s in the Bible, Matthew 24:14, NIV. “And this gospel of the kingdom will be preached in the whole world as a testimony to all nations, and then the end will come.”

    Yes, I say on to you

    When talk of peace in the world is upon us
    When the Korean lions lay down their weapons

    And proclaim their new found brotherhood
    Perhaps the end times are finally coming to pass

    “We have seen how seven biblically prophesied circumstances could not have come to pass until recent times. In fact, the establishment of the state of Israel in 1948 was clearly a major turning point in the fulfillment of Bible prophecy, as was the acquisition of the hydrogen bomb by the two superpowers of the 1950s that led to the period of mutually assured destruction.

    All has now become possible. This, in turn, makes it much more likely that our generation will live to see Jesus Christ return and establish the Kingdom of God on earth. After all, Jesus Himself said that once these things begin, the generation alive at that time “will by no means pass away till all these things take place” (Matthew 24:34).”

    And so, we close
    Where we began

    Fearing
    that the end of the world
    is coming

    How it will end
    is beyond anyone’s guess

    Perhaps
    the zombie apocalypse
    will end civilization

    More likely
    nuclear war
    and nuclear winter
    Will doom us all

    Perhaps a super volcano
    Will blow us all to hell

    Perhaps alien invaders
    will take us over

    Exterminating us
    as we try to do
    to the Native Americans

    Perhaps
    an AI will
    take us over

    Leading us
    To terminator Land

    Perhaps
    the rapture will occur

    And the grim events
    In revelations
    will come to pass

    And perhaps
    nothing will happen

    We will somehow survive
    The end times

    But I am afraid
    That the end times are coming
    Sooner than we think

    And so, the world ends
    Much as it began

    With a big bang
    Or a soft whimper

    God only knows
    And he is silent as usual

    April 18th

    Emperor Surveys the Eastern Sea


    The Emperor of the known world
    Stood out on his balcony
    In the eastern sea palace

    Surveying the wilds of the Eastern Sea
    Wondering who
    or what lived across the sea

    Or if there were lands there
    As rumored by all

    Lands ruled
    by nameless
    bearded ape like men

    The Emperor of all the Lands
    Ruled all the known world

    From the imperial capitol
    He had build in the dessert

    He ruled all he could see
    From the Eastern Shore

    To the wild waste lands
    Beyond the great wall

    The Emperor had fought hard
    Over the years

    To unify the people
    Under one banner

    Fighting against the wild ones
    Of the Western wastes

    And their allies the witches
    Of the inner world

    And yet he was not satisfied
    He knew that

    he would have to lead
    And expedition to the lands
    Beyond the eastern Sea

    And he could rest
    Until he had finally
    Conquered the known universe

    Bringing it
    under imperial control

    That was his destiny
    To rule the known
    and unknow universe

    As foretold by imperial soothsayers
    And the prophetic books of ancient days

     

     

    April 19 –

    The General Unleashes the Kraken

    General Lee
    Stared out at the Eastern Sea

    Wondering what was out there
    On the other end

    But today he had a mission
    He was going to show
    The Emperor

    That his sailors had captured
    The dreaded kraken sea monster
    And had figured out how to ride it

    And they were going
    to release the kraken

    As they put down
    the latest rebellion
    Among the restive folks
    of the Eastern Shore

    Who were resisting
    becoming part of the Empire
    The general ordered
    Release the Kraken

    And the kraken
    A huge sea dragon

    Came out of is dark dungeon
    And two sailors climbed on board

    And the Kraken
    went into the ocean
    And attacked the fishing
    crafts of the villagers

    Killing everyone in a few minutes
    Of frenzied violence

    The kraken came back
    And the sailors
    climbed off its back

    And the kraken attacked them
    Killing them
    in a frenzied act of further violence

    The emperor turned to the general
    Very impressive

    But needs a bit of work don’t you think?

    The kraken looked up at the general
    And screamed out curses

    Saying
    that the kraken

    worked for no man

    And that other kraken would be summoned
    To revenge the attack on the kraken’s honor

    And he leaped up
    Grabbed the general and the Emperor
    And dove into the ocean —

     

     

    April 20, –

    Plead to the Computer Gods

    Today I woke up
    As I usually do

    To yet another mystifying morning
    Of unspecified computer errors

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

    Microsoft word did not load
    And when it did

    I finally located my work
    From yesterday

    I had to find it in the roaming file
    Why?

    Who knows?

    Only to find
    That most of what I wrote
    Had vanished into the ether

    No explanation no warning

    It was there saved yesterday
    And now gone for ever

    Once I did an experiment

    Tracking computer errors for a week
    75% of the time I encountered errors

    Most of the time simple
    Screen freezes
    no response message

    Then when I recovered
    the program
    The data was gone

    Microsoft has yet to respond
    to my e-mail

    I suppose I need to do it again

    But today I will close with a prayer
    To the Computer Gods

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

    Open my documents
    Save my work

    And not give me any errors
    Crashes or other unspecified problems

    Is that too much to ask

    Oh, Computer Gods

    Just once
    Do what you are supposed to do

    That is all I ask of you

     

    April 21

    Number of the Beast

    Behold a vision
    A nightmare

    The legendary beast of revelations
    Comes alive
    Sniffs the air

    Assuming the mantel of leadership
    Turning into the Orange man
    With unnatural hair

    Spewing forth sweet sounding nonsense
    Spraying hate with every word
    Inciting the world into madness

    He continues
    into the halls of power
    Walks down the street
    Unleashing hell on earth

    Soon all know
    the number of the beast

    666

    As he prepares the world
    To accept the anti-Christ

    And all bow down
    To worship their new master

    As he leads the world
    to hell itself

     

     

    April 22nd –

    The Neo Fascists are let loose

    The Neo-Fascists are let loose
    By their champion the man in Orange

    Whose racist mutterings have let loose
    The ranting nutty voices of the right

    Championing their god given right

    To rule and regulate
    all that they see

     

     

    April 23 -,

    Life In-between

    For years I have lived
    In-between two worlds

    Korea
    where my wife’s
    family comes from

    And the Bay area
    Where I grew up

    and the laidback progressive
    wild west coast

    and the cutthroat
    Dour eastern establishment
    Washington DC
    Where I worked for 27 Years

    And I live between
    My official duties
    And my desire
    To be a wild-eyed poet

    And life in-between
    Means you belong nowhere
    Yet are everywhere

    Always disoriented
    Always half lost
    Never really feeling you belong

    That is life
    Living in-between

     

     

    April 25

    Somonka for Angela

    I have dreamt of you

    For almost seven long years
    And now you are here

    What can I do about this
    Only thing to do love you
    You are all I want

    All that I
    need in this life

    Thank to all the gods
    For bringing you in my life
    From now to the end of time

     

     

    April 24

    The Light Will Prevail

    Mrs. Which says
    This much we know for sure
    Despite the lateness of the hour
    And the growing power of the Dark Thing

    In the end lightness will prevail
    Defeating the dark one

     

    April 24

    62 Years young

    I am 62 years young

    62 years around the sun
    37 of those years

    I have spent
    with the love
    of my life —

    April 26

    Married Girl of My Dreams

    I married the girl of my Dreams
    first dreamt of her
    back in 1974

    Eight years later
    she walked off a bus
    and into my life

     

     

    April 27 –

    The Darkness grows

    On distant Comazotz planet
    The red eye one smiles

    It is satisfied
    The black thing is spreading
    All the way to earth

     

     

    April 28,

    It is God’s will they say

    It is God’s will they say
    The neofascists and their ilk

    It is the white man’s burden
    To rule the unruly masses

    To this I say
    Never again

    Will we let them
    Take over the world

    And lead us back
    to the dark dangerous days
    Of the Holocaust

    Or the 19th century colonial era
    Never again
    Never again

    Until hell freezes over
    And the world ends

    April 29—

    Looking Out My Window

    Looking out my window
    In Incheon

    What did I see
    The neighboring apartment buildings

    Obscured by the April rains

    And yellow dust of early Spring
    And in the distant the mountains
    Aflame with spring colors

    Beckoning me outdoors
    Looking out my window
    In Oregon

    What did I see
    Green trees

    Silently watching me

    And the cats gamboling along
    Looking at me

    While I look at them
    Each wondering
    what sort of weird creatures

    The other is
    And who
    is the real alien species?

    In Washington DC
    Looking out my window

    What did I see
    I saw the squirrels
    in the trees

    And the peaceful trees
    Of Capitol Hill

    Near the seat of power
    Yet somehow

    I felt It all far away
    In Suburban Virginia

    Looking out the window
    What did I see

    I often looked out my window
    At the trees and the jungle
    In my back yard

    And heard the distant roar
    Of traffic on the busy suburban street
    As people rushed to get to the freeway

    In the early morning hours

    In Madrid Spain
    Looking out the window
    What did I see

    I looked out at
    our Spanish neighborhood
    Seeing the beautiful Madrid ladies

    Walking down the street
    Secretly admiring them from afar

    In Barbados
    Looking out the window

    What did I see
    The monkeys in the trees
    Looking at me

    Contemplating raiding my garden
    As soon as I went away

    In Seoul
    Looking out my window

    What did I see
    The neighborhood

    Alive outside my window
    For so many years

    In Seattle
    Looking out my window
    What did I see

    I saw the ever changing green
    Sea of trees
    that is Seattle’s true color

    The city is so lush and green
    And alive with life’s
    endless possibilities

    In Stockton

    Looking out the window
    What did I see

    The traffic moving
    Through the dense fog
    That often fell upon the city
    Obscuring everything in its embrace

    And growing up in Berkeley
    Looking out my window
    I saw nothing

    But the dirt and trees
    And shrubs
    Of my ancestral home

    And felt nothing
    But loneliness

    And a desire
    To leave my home
    As soon as I grew up

    That is what I see
    When I look out my window
    Even to this day

    I see where I have been
    And wonder where I am going

    As I stare out the window
    Knowing that my life
    Will surely come to an end
    As I stare out at the world

    Waiting waiting waiting
    For my fate to unfold

     

     

    April 30

    In Search of America 1975 – Hitch hiking Tales

    When I was young and foolish
    Broke and stubborn
    I hitchhiked across the USA

    Started in Salt Lake City
    Where my greyhound bus pass
    Was stolen

    The station manager
    Could have helped me
    But refused to do so

    Threaten to call the cops
    When I grabbed my bags
    Without the stolen tags

    I said
    Go ahead
    But I am
    so out of here

    Wondered about Salt Lake City
    Went to a bar
    Found I had to buy my booze
    Next door

    And they would
    mix it for me

    Had to order food too
    After a bloody Mary
    And a burger

    I walked about town
    Saw the Mormon Temple

    Finally about 3 pm
    It was time
    to hit the road

    Did not look back
    Ended up in Cody Wyoming
    Got a room shower
    Steak beer
    Using my rapidly
    depleted cash

    Spent 25 dollars
    Money really went far
    Back in those days

    A band of professional
    Communist agitators
    Gave me a ride

    To Des Moines
    Lots of weed, booze
    And politics later
    Got off the road

    Slept outside

    Next day
    A beautiful woman

    Drove me to near Chicago
    In a red mustang

    Might have been
    The girl in the song

    Took it easy
    Digging her vibe

    She invited home
    But was not sure

    If her estranged husband
    Would welcome me

    So I being foolish
    And inexperienced with women
    Did not go to her place

    And always regretted
    That I had lost
    My chance that day

    Then on to Chicago
    Several rides later
    Visited friends

    Hit the road again
    A series of uneventful rides
    With truckers
    And others

    And a week later
    I ended in New York City

    Slept along the way
    In cars
    In truck stops
    In high way rest stops

    Always moving
    Always going

    None stop talking
    And lots of free weed

    And beer
    And conversation

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

    A middle age
    creepy looking man
    Picked me up

    In a brand new Cadillac

    He was
    he said
    a dynamite deliverer

    For the Mafia
    Went to various places
    To blow up shit

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

    Looking at me to confirm
    That I was both

    I told him
    that I lived in New York

    And had never been
    to California

    And although
    I might looked Jewish

    As I had
    what was called
    back in the day

    A “Jewfro”

    I was not Jewish

    Many years later I discovered
    That I am indeed part Jewish

    But then I did not know
    And I felt a bit of
    strategic misinformation
    Might keep me alive

    Then I realized
    that he was just
    jiving with me

    And we relaxed
    And he pulled
    out some weed

    And beer
    And we mellowed out

    But I believe
    that he really
    was with the mob

    Perhaps not a dynamite dealer
    A real made Italian
    made mafia member

    By Chicago
    I had enough
    I called my Dad

    Told him what had happened

    Wanted a ticket home
    And he sent me a ticket

    And 500 dollars
    And I went home

    I told him I would tell him
    My tales some day

    But never did

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

    And now it is too late
    But I wanted to finally

    Tell the world

    Of my hitchhiking tales
    In search of America 1975

     

  • 2017 April Poems

    2017 April Poems

    April 2017 poems

    April 2017 Poem a Thon Poems

    in 2017, i participated in my first April month of poetry challenge.  the goal, write one poem per day during the month and post them.  i completed a bit more than 30 and posted them on Triferet journal @ http://tiferetjournal.com and on a special community Facebook page @https://www.facebook.com/tiferetapril2018poemathon/ .
    I also posted them on All Poetry,

    https://allpoetry.com/Jake_Aller#t_main and

    https://allpoetry.com/group/14865-National_Poetry_Month_at_Allpoetry

    Poetry Soup (add link). https://www.poetrysoup.com/me/jakecosmos | edit

    I followed up in 2018, also on Triferet journal

    journal @ http://tiferetjournal.com, and on a special community Facebook page @https://www.facebook.com/TiferetApril2018Poemathon/

    and All Poetry, and Poetry Soup.

    This year, 2019 I changed focus a bit and wrote them mostly following links in Writers Digest,  https://www.writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides/2019-april-pad-challenge-day-28

    Creative Talents Unleashed https://creativetalentsunleashed.com/

    *and Writing.com poetic forms forum. https://www.writing.com/main/portfolio/view/jcosmos

    as well as posting them daily on all poetry, writers digest and on my blog (which I did not have in 2017 and 2018.

    I tried this year to experiment with more formal verse forms which is one of my creative goals this year.  Writers Digest has a great list, as does All poetry, poetry Soup, Magnum Poetry Opus.  For more info on formal verse forms see

    https://allpoetry.com/

    https://www.poetrysoup.com/poetry/resources/

    https://www.writersdigestshop.com/writers-digest-guide-to-poetic-forms-ebook?utm_source=writersdigest.com&utm_medium=referral&utm_campaign=wd-rlb-bl-190329-guidetopoeticforms

    http://www.poetrymagnumopus.com/forums/forum/23-explore-the-craft-of-writing-poetry/

    I also added images and audio clips. For 2017, and 2018 I have gone back and revised them slightly adding in images and audio clips.  I intend to turn these poems into my first published book of poetry.

    Comments and feedback greatly appreciated.  I intent to make this an annual creative project and keep going as long as I can.

    Now to the 2017 Poems:

    Index

    1. April 1 Berkeley California
    2. April 2 Lithia Springs
    3. April 3 Walls
    4. April 4 Changes
    5. April 5 Facing Life’s Challenges Together
    6. April 6 Wagontire, Oregon
    7. April 7 Watching Cats Hunt *
    8. April 8 Landlord Blues
    9. April 9 Pane e circus 2017 Redux
    10. April 10 Long Live Emperor Donald the Ist
    11. April 11 3 Am Nightmares
    12. April 12 Zombie Apocalypse
    13. April 13 Spring Doositsu for Angela Poem a Thon
    14. April 14 Love Jones
    15. April 15 Kim Vs. Trump Twitter War
    16. April 16 Why I am not a Christian Easter Thoughts
    17. April 17 Love Haku *
    18. April 18 Coffee Haku *
    19. 18 Spring Time in Oregon
    20. April 19 Cats *
    21. April 20 Secret Agency Man
    22. April 21 COSTCO People Watching
    23. April 22 The Dogs of War are Howling
    24. April 23 Suburban Laundromat
    25. April 24, I Want You Right Now
    26. April 25 The Decline of America
    27. April 27 Life is Wonderful
    28. April 28 Sandwich Choices *
    29. April 29 More Coffee Blues *
    30. April 30 Rambling Man -Where Do I Belong?
    • Published

    Audio Clips

    April 1 to April 5

    April 6 Wagontire

    April 7 to April 12

    April 10 to April 15

    April 17 to April 20

    April 20 to April 30

    April 1

    Berkeley California

    Growing up in the 60’s
    In Berkeley
    almost 50 years ago

    I think back
    At those turbulent times
    Those crazy wonderful times

    Berkeley is a wonderful place
    In many ways

    Stuck forever in 1967
    A true time travel experience

    Every time I go back
    And relive the memories
    Of the 60’s

    The 60’s never died
    They continue

    In college towns
    Across the world

    And Berkeley
    Remains the mecca
    Of the counter
    cultural revolution

    Many things have changed
    But the organic food revolution
    Became mainstream

    Marijuana spread out
    The sexual revolution
    Became mainstream

    So much of the world
    Is but a reflection
    Of the revolution of the 60’s

    And the conservative
    counter-revolution
    That we are still fighting

    So, I salute
    My homeland
    The center of my universe

    April 2

    Lithia Springs</strong 

    Staying at Lithia Springs
    Soaking in the healing waters

    Soaking my pains away
    Renewing my life

    Renewing my love
    As we both soak away

    As the pain of life go away
    And our love grows

    With each soaking session
    Life is good

    At the hot springs water
    Sooths us
    and smooth us

    And we fall in love
    Again and again

    April 3

    Walls

     

    Trump wants a wall
    Between America and Mexico

    A wall against the southern hordes
    A wall based on fear and hate

    A wall to make America safe
    A wall to make America great again

    And yet I wonder
    Will his wall fall

    Like the Berlin wall
    And the great wall

    And all the other walls
    They all failed
    All of them

    Walls divide us
    Walls make us
    Into different tribes

    Between the pure
    And the impure

    St Reagan, Said
    Tear Down this Wall

    Will future Presidents
    Tear down this begotten wall

    Or will it become a tourist attraction
    Another great wall
    Against barbarian hordes

    April 4

    Changes

    I reflect upon my life
    As the sun comes up

    What could I have changed
    What would I have changed

    If I could go back in time
    What would I tell my earlier self

    What would I do differently
    And what have I learned

    The one thing
    that I would not have changed

    is meeting
    the women of my dreams

    the chance
    meeting on a bus
    that changed everything
    in a moment

    I met my fate
    That day on the bus

    And that
    is the end of the story

    April 5

    Facing Life’s Challenges Together

    Woke up at 0 dark hundred
    Vowing to boldly go forth

    And face
    the challenges

    of the future
    Without fear

    Knowing
    that I have you there

    Makes
    all the difference in the world

    As we meet our fate
    Together

    Until the day we die
    And time takes us

    Back to another world
    Soul mates, together forever

    April 6

    Wagontire, Oregon
    wagontire wiki entry

    1975

    In 1973, I went on a road trip
    With my father

    We left Berkeley to go to Yakima
    Where my father had a summer cabin

    He was a college professor
    And had July
    and August off

    And we spent the summers
    Every summer from 1968 to 1978
    Our whole dysfunctional family

    Our annual road trip
    to hell and back
    As we did not get along at all

    We decided to drive
    through Eastern Oregon

    Just my father and me
    Just for the hell of it

    The rest of the family
    was already there
    in Washington
    waiting for us

    My father and I shared a travel lust
    One of the few things we shared

    This was one of our best trips
    We got along

    Which was unusual
    Normally our relationship

    Was fraught
    As we were so different

    We left Klamath Falls
    A real nothing burg
    in those days

    And headed east along highway 395
    As we entered the desert
    of eastern Oregon

    We entered a different world
    High mountain dessert

    Almost
    no one on the road

    nothing on the radio
    but country music

    and talk radio
    from KGO in SF

    my father and I bonded
    Learned a lot about his past

    What he liked
    And did not like

    He hated country music
    But loved news radio

    And we talked about politics
    And life in general

    Just a father and son
    Enjoying a rare

    Father son
    Bonding moment

    We usually did not
    get each other

    I inherited too much
    Of my Mother’s
    wild Irish personality

    To suite his dour Norwegian
    Germanic personality

    Then we saw the sign

    Wagontire Oregon

    100 miles ahead
    Burma shave

    We counted down the signs
    Miles after miles
    As we drove
    into the gathering dusk

    along with the wagon tire
    countdown

    were other signs
    last gas for x miles

    and the Burma Shave
    road side signs

    with their classic
    cowboy poetry
    slogans

    which in 1975
    were already

    becoming
    a thing of the past

    had not seen those
    since this road trip

    but on this road
    they still had them

    every mile
    Burma Shave signs

    We speculated
    that Wagontire

    Must be a giant truck stop
    In the middle of no where

    And we drove on
    Counting down the signs

    Listening to dreadful country music
    And endless political news

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    Welcome to Wagontire, Oregon

    Population 2 ½ humans 10 dogs, 50.000 sheep

    We pulled into the town
    Nothing there
    but a gas station
    Motel and café

    We decided to stop
    Last gas for 200 miles
    According
    to the highway signs

    In the morning
    We chatted with the owner

    He was the sheriff,
    the fire chief
    The owner
    of the motel,
    gas station
    The only business in town

    And the only place open
    For two hundred miles

    Until the next town
    John Day I believe

    I asked the Sherriff
    Say, who is the ½ human?

    My idiot son!

    And we left.

    200 miles later
    We finally
    left Eastern Oregon

    2016

    In 2016 my wife
    and I drove
    through Eastern Oregon

    As part of our epic
    cross-country trip

    first time for her
    in Eastern Oregon
    Idaho, Montana
    Wyoming and many other states

    last time I had visited
    was during my epic road trip
    with my father
    summer of 1975

    10,000 miles
    31 states

    in three months
    to celebrate my retirement

    On the way from Medford to Yellowstone
    We drove along highway 395

    The signs for Wagontire was gone
    And we drove through the town

    The motel was abandoned
    Nothing there at all

    And that sign
    was gone too

    and the Burma shave signs
    long ago

    faded into lost
    Americana

    On the radio
    Nothing but country

    Right wing talk shows
    And Christian radio

    I said I suppose the idiot son
    Never took over the business

    And we speculated about Wagontire
    And all other nothing burgs

    We drove through
    that summer

    Heart of Trump’s America
    True fly over country

    April 7

    Watching Cats Hunt

    Early morning
    Watching two white cats

    Hunting a white dove
    The cats hunt in pairs
    Tracking the bird

    The bird flies away
    Safe for now

    And I think about the cats
    And the hunt goes on

    Such is life
    And the fate of cats
    And birds

    April 8

    Landlord Blues

    I am a landlord
    Owner of property

    Here there
    and elsewhere

    Have been for years
    Since 1989

    When I bought my first duplex
    I have tenants

    and tenant
    issues galore

    I receive rent from the tenants
    it seems money grows
    on the proverbial tree

    but at times
    from time to time
    I hate being a landlord

    I suppose in my heart
    I am a socialist
    with a blending heart

    But my wife
    is comfortable
    as a landlord

    She calls me a hypocrite
    And a wild romantic goat

    Born under the sign of the goat
    And I call her a capitalist pig

    Born
    under the sign of the golden pig

    April 9

    Pane e circus 2017 Redux


    By order of his excellency
    Emperor Donald the First

    The merciful,
    the Christian King of Kings

    The Sultan of Sultans
    The Emperor of North America

    Be it hereby decreed
    That the ancient honorable
    gladiator games
    Of the old Roman Empire
    Have been restored

    Each city in the Empire will host a team
    They will compete for the honor
    Of the national championship

    The games will start
    With fighting animals

    Fighting fish
    Roosters
    Cheetahs
    Tiger
    Bears
    Wolves
    And lions

    Then a man lion contest
    With a heretic thrown to the lions

    If he or she lives
    They will be pardoned

    Then then main games
    Six men/women teams compete

    Armed with swords, knifes, mace, clubs
    They fight until one man or women remans
    The victor of the game

    Those who are prisoners
    Can compete for their freedom
    And a full imperial pardon

    Let the games begin
    Long may the games reign
    In the new North America Empire

    Praise be to the Emperor
    Donald the First

    April 10 Long

    Live Emperor Donald the Ist


    Ladies and Gentlemen
    My fellow American citizens
    Greetings and salutations

    Today is a momentous day
    The old corrupt USA republic is no more
    The constitution that once protected us
    Has been overthrown and violated

    The barbarians at the gate
    Have taken over

    And ruined the once great land
    The last hope of the world

    And so, I had no choice
    But to kill the old rotten regime
    And restore American greatness

    To save democracy
    I must destroy it

    And so, starting today
    I will serve
    as the Emperor of North America

    I welcome Canada and Mexico
    And the Caribbean islands
    To join The North American Empire

    As we rebuild America
    Restoring American greatness
    And making us all proud again

    Proud subjects of the New American Empire
    May the Empire reign forever and a day
    Triumphant against all enemies

    And so, I take this burden
    Sadly, but gladly

    I will serve you
    As your Emperor

    And my son Donald
    Will serve as our second emperor
    Once I pass from this world

    His son will serve as the third emperor
    And so on until the end of time

    And we will reign
    in our new capitol city
    Colorado Springs
    renamed New Rome
    Until the end of time

    Washington will remain in our hearts
    As the capitol of the old Republic

    But the heirs of the Roman Empire
    Need a new Imperial Capitol

    And soon we will conquer Mars
    And expand our Empire to the Starts

    Long Live the Empire
    Long Live America

    Good night
    And may God Bless
    This great Empire

    April 11 3 3 Am Nightmares

    3 am

    The bewitching hour
    When the wild things come out
    And play

    And torture you
    With endless wild accusations
    And nightmarish visions

    As I toss and turn
    Trying to escape

    I look over at my wife
    And as always

    Repeat the mantra
    Everything will be alright

    And the wild things are banished
    To the dark corners of my mind

    And I recover my happiness
    And I smile
    As I look at the sleeping beauty

    Still the most beautiful women in the world
    Still the most alluring women in the world

    Still in love with her
    After 35 years

    The love gets stronger and stronger
    As she overcomes my despair

    And the sun comes up
    And I think to myself

    What a wonderful life I have
    With the women of my dreams

    April 12

    Zombie Apocalypse

    Zombies to the right of me

    Zombies to the left of me
    Zombies ahead of me

    Zombies behind me
    Everywhere zombies galore

    The end of the world had become
    And the zombification
    of the world had begun

    Zombies to the right of me
    Zombies to the left of me
    Zombies ahead of me
    Zombies behind me

    No one knew when or where
    the first zombies appeared
    One moment zombies were just a collective
    figment of our deranged imagination

    The next moment we were all living
    in a zombie apocalypse nightmare

    Zombies to the right of me
    Zombies to the left of me
    Zombies ahead of me
    Zombies behind me

    Some said the zombies were created in a lab
    Released by mad scientists and the military

    Others said it was plague sent by God himself
    To punish mankind
    for tolerating evil and moral depravity

    Zombies to the right of me
    Zombies to the left of me
    Zombies ahead of me
    Zombies behind me

    The Christians and Muslims prayed
    But their prayers went unheard
    As they too soon became zombies

    Zombies to the right of me
    Zombies to the left of me
    Zombies ahead of me
    Zombies behind me

    The zombies hunted in packs
    Overwhelming their victims
    Killing most instantly
    But some they simply bit
    And turned them into fellow zombies

    Zombies to the right of me
    Zombies to the left of me
    Zombies ahead of me
    Zombies behind me

    The zombies did not attack one another
    They preferred living live flesh
    Human flesh
    but they ate everything they saw

    Zombies to the right of me
    Zombies to the left of me
    Zombies ahead of me
    Zombies behind me

    And so, I ran into the countryside
    With my fellow humans
    Hit out deep in the woods

    Hiding from zombies
    And crazed cannibal gangs alike

    Zombies to the right of me
    Zombies to the left of me
    Zombies ahead of me
    Zombies behind me

    The world ended that day
    And our nightmare world began

    Zombies to the right of me
    Zombies to the left of me
    Zombies ahead of me
    Zombies behind me

    April 13

    Spring Doositsu for Angela Poem a Thon

    Waking up seeing you there
    Watching you as you wake up
    Fills me with such sweat desire
    Overcoming my mind

    I sit watching you all day
    Thinking of you all day long
    Wild erotic imaginings
    Love making to come

    That old blues song come to mind
    I just want to make love to you
    I just want to make love to you
    Nothing more than that that

    I end this morning with this thought
    You are still the most wonderful
    The most beautiful creature
    In the whole universe

    April 14

    Love Jones

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

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

    I’ve been writing these love poems
    All day long

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

    If only she will let me be
    If only she will open her heart
    And let me in

    Perhaps the love Jones
    Might leave me along

    But I got the love Jones
    Bad baby

    Can’t you tell?

    That the love Jones
    Has grabbed my Soul

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

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

    I need you
    To let me be free

    Of the spell
    Of the Love Jones

    I got the Love Jones
    Baby

    I got it bad
    And only you can

    Put a stop to the love Jones
    Baby

    Let me enter your life
    Put out the fire of desire

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

    Oh, Love Jones
    Go away

    Let me be in peace
    Love Jones
    Leave me be

    Baby
    I got the love Jones
    For you

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

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

    Until I get to make love to you
    Then perhaps this Love Jones
    Will leave me be

    Love Jones

    April 15 Kim Vs. Trump Twitter War –

    in memorial of Kim Il Sung’s the Great Leader’s Birthday

    North Korean leader Kim Jong-Un waves from a balcony of the Grand People’s Study House following a mass parade marking the end of the 7th Workers Party Congress in Kim Il-Sung Square in Pyongyang on May 10, 2016.
    North Korea kicked off a massive parade in the centre of Pyongyang on May 10 to celebrate a just-concluded ruling party congress that was seen as a formal coronation for supreme leader Kim Jong-Un. / AFP / Ed Jones (Photo credit should read ED JONES/AFP/Getty Images)

     

    President Kim, it is time that we cut the shit and cut a deal #Real Trump

     

    President Trump, it is impossible for us to cut a deal unless you agree to me keeping nukes # Kim Jong-un the Great

    President Kim, you know that if I want I can just make you disappear.  You can be wiped off the earth in a moment.  We know where you live #real Trump

    President Trump, we have a nuke with your name on it on a boat sailing up the Potomac and it will blow your ass up any day now so don’t fuck with us. #Kim Jong-un the Great

    Kim, your stupid Asian gook.  Let me break it down for yah You threaten the US you die and all the North Koreans go to hell. Is it worth it? #real Trump.

    Trump, you are so stupid. You are the worst excuse for a human being ever $ Kim Jong-un the Great

    Kim, you are the stupid mother fucker. I mean what’s up with that idiot haircut of yours?  $real Trump

    Trump, I would not talk about hair, your orange haired mutant mother fucker.  #Kim Jong-un the Great

    Kim, it is all real baby and so are my wife’s boobs… #real Trump

    Trump, let’s cut the crap and get down to business.  How much will you pay us to get rid of the nukes?  #kimJongun the Great

    Kim, lets meet manor a mano and get it out on the table.  No nukes no chems no bioweapons and no more political prisoners to start with #realTrump

    Trump, we can discuss. If I can stay in power the rest is negotiable #Kim Jong un the great

    Finally, the two of you are talking sense. About time #Xi the President of China

    April 16

    Why I am not a Christian Easter Thoughts

    On Easter Sunday,
    I often think about Christianity
    I don’t understand why anymore
    would believe such nonsense

    The essential story makes no sense
    An imaginary all powerful deity
    that no one has ever seen or heard

    Except for psychotic patients or Drug users
    Comes down to earth
    and impregnates a married woman

    Who has never had sex for some reason
    And her husband is okay with that
    Believes her wild story

    And still does not have sex
    Until after the baby is born

    Then there is total silence
    Nothing about Jesus’s childhood

    30 years later he emerges
    Preaching love, peace and brotherhood
    And denouncing the corrupt temple leaders
    And the Jewish leaders as well

    The miracles also don’t make any sense
    In the real world,
    you can’t turn fish into bread
    Can’t walk on water
    Can raise the dead etc. etc.

    Just does not happen
    In the world, we live in
    And has not happen
    since those ancient days

    Then the last supper makes some sense
    Jesus knows he is about to be betrayed

    But he does not confront Judas
    Does not run away
    Does not encourage his disciplines
    To run away with him

    The whole Jesus Mary M story
    Also, does not make sense

    Jesus must have been married
    Or he was gay

    There is no doubt
    Either way the story makes no sense

    The crucifixion is the only part of the story I buy
    Jesus was put to death because he was a rebel leader

    And the Romans tolerated no dissent
    To the Roman’s right to conquer and rule

    The rising from the dead stories
    All contradict one another

    And Jesus was either walking as a normal human being
    Or was a ghost

    The door was rent open as if by lightening
    Or not

    Finally, we have been waiting over 2,000 years for his return
    You would think if the story is remotely true
    He would have turned up by now

    Except he has
    As many lunatics claim to be Jesus
    in the flesh

    all delusional of course
    and that is what I think of Christianity

    nothing but fairy tales and mass delusions
    surrounding a kernel of truth

    Love each other
    Treat each other right
    Don’t be consumed with greed

     

    But couldn’t that message
    Be made simpler
    Without all the associated nonsense?

    So, on this day I say
    Open your minds

    And discard the nonsensical elements
    of Christian thought
    And follow the true teachings of Jesus

    Even if you don’t believe
    in the imaginary man in the sky

    April 18

    Spring Time in Oregon

    Spring has finally sprung in Oregon
    Escaping from the longer winter prison
    That has covered the land with snow

    They say that this winter
    Was a colder than normal winter

    Wetter than normal
    As the long drought finally ended

    As nature resumed
    its normal spring thaw

    I rejoice
    Seeing all the signs of spring

    Especially the sight
    of young beautiful women
    Shedding their winter clothes

    And walking about
    in the spring sunshine

    So wonderfully alive

    So, beautiful and sexy
    As they sashay about
    Here and there

    It makes me smile
    All day long

    Yes, I love Spring time
    Everywhere in the world

    But especially in Oregon
    My new found second home

    April 19

    Cats

    I often wonder about Cats
    What do they think of us

    It seems at time
    That cats think of humans
    As their slaves

    We exist to feed them
    To comfort them

    To save them from their enemies
    And to worship them

    Yes, cats are an alien species
    Totally different from humanity
    Detached, and almost evil

    If we ever encounter an alien civilization
    God help us if it’s a cat based civilization

    We would then be engaged
    In the epic mother of all wars

    As cats and humans would not get along
    The cats would think we were their slaves

    And we would resent and fear them
    And secretly worship their alien ways

    April 20

    Secret Agent Man

    Secret agent man
    Where are you going?

    What do you know?
    And when did you know it?

    What dark secrets do you hide
    In your inner soul?

    Do you even have a soul anymore?
    Or has it been so compromised
    That there is nothing left?

    But lies, within lies with lies
    Do you even know the truth?
    Does the truth set you free?

    Or is the truth just another lie?
    That you tell yourself

    I’d like to know
    My secret agent man

    Perhaps someday you well tell me
    Your deepest darkest secrets

    And reveal what the government is hiding
    But perhaps I can’t handle the truth

    So, keep you secrets to yourself
    And let them die with you

    As you go to your grave
    Your secrets buried deep within
    Your corrupted soul

    Until the end of time
    Reveals all

    April 21

    COSTCO People Watching


    I love my COSTCO
    I love going there to shop
    But most importantly

    I love people watching
    Looking at people as they walk by
    Wondering what their stories are

    And covertly checking out
    the beautiful girls
    As they walk on by

    And when they smile at me
    It makes my day

    Yes, I love my COSTCO
    And COSTCO Loves Me back

    Extracting my money
    From my wallet

    I go in for one simple thing
    And walk out
    having spent 500 dollars

    Yes, COSTCO has my number
    And loves me too
    Long Live COSTCO

    April 22

    The Dogs of War are Howling

    The Dogs of War

    Have been set free
    Of their cage
    And are out
    Howling at the moon

    The Dogs of War
    Have been set free

     

    To wreck what havoc
    Might be

    Yes, the Dogs of War
    The Hell Hounds
    Have bound out of their cages

    Sniffed about
    And smiled

    At the destruction, they saw
    They knew soon

    They would be in their element
    As the world descends into chaos

    The Dogs of war
    Are at foot

    The chaos is upon us
    The evil grows and grows

    And dark noises are heard
    Here and there

    And the dogs of war
    Smiled

    They knew soon
    They would be in their element

    The war machines
    Came to life

    The plans came out of the books
    The military might be unleashed

    And the Dogs of war
    Smiled and howled at the moon

    And the rest of the world
    Shuddered
    At the thought
    of what was yet to be

    Satan on the other hand
    Was happy as can be

    With the evil shit
    That was going down

    He smiled
    Patted his hell hounds
    And told his dogs

    The war to end all wars
    Armageddon is upon us my friend

    Soon, mankind will know
    The face of absolute evil

    And they will love it
    When I take over

    The armies prepare
    The bombers prepare

    And the dogs of war
    Are happy
    Unleashed to do their mischief

    And soon millions may die
    And the pits of hell
    will open

    And the judgement day
    May be upon us all

    Madness descends upon the land
    The fog of hate envelops us all

    And reason and civilization
    Fall away

    As the Dogs of War
    And their minions
    Take over the minds of man

    And the end of the world
    And the beginning
    of the end times
    Come upon us all

    And the US goes bankrupt
    Morally and fiscally

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

    But the war machine must be fed
    The munitions makers must be paid

    As each million-dollar missile is launched
    Millions more are made

    And the corporations
    Think of the endless profits
    To be made

    Every time they kill
    With the war machines

    But who cares about the victims
    They are nothing but collateral damage

    Who cares about the soldiers
    Nothing but cannon fodder

    Who gives a damn
    About the dead
    They are dead and gone

    Just think about the profits
    Think about the profits

    Satan is happy
    The dogs of war
    are free at last

    April 23

    Suburban Laundromat – thanks to Don Teeter for the inspiration from a FB posting

    Suburban Laundromat Scenes

    Suburban laundromat
    Anywhere USA

    I often go to a suburban laundromat
    Near my suburban apartment

    I can sit in my car
    Listen to jazz, classical or blues
    On my car’s radio

    And watch my machine
    Doing its suburban laundry duty

    Just spinning and spinning and cleaning
    Doing its thing its laundry thing

    The neighborhood is anywhere USA
    Strip malls, apartment houses, townhouses

    A fire station, a police station
    Banks, cell phone shops
    Restaurants from around the world

    At the parking lot’s edge
    As I approach I notice

    Gentlemen of the off-grid class
    Sitting among their Hogs
    Stoned off the semi legal weed

    Smiling at me
    With an I don’t give a fuck attitude

    That is somewhat contagious
    They tell stories

    Paranoid ramblings
    Containing a kernel of truth

    As they watch their clothes
    Like a hawk

    The clothes spin and spin and spin
    As the laundry machine does its laundry thing

    The machines don’t care about what we humans think
    They just do their duty as the man says

    Across the old run-down boulevard
    The light rail line uses a right of way

    That dates to the mid 1850’s
    An old Indian game trail perhaps
    That the white man turned into the first road
    In these parts

    People come and go
    Some in cars

    Some on foot
    People from all over the world
    Speaking languages from everywhere

    But all understand English to some extent
    And many understand Spanish to some extent

    I feel everyone is united
    Chiefly by their transience

    And think back on old Latin saying
    Sic transit Gloria mundi
    And wonder if these are the end days

    And ask the laundry machine
    What does it think

    The laundry machine pauses
    Seems to think
    And looks at me

    Almost saying
    WTF do you think
    A laundry machine knows?

    And so, I gather my items
    Nod to the regulars

    Who interrupt their endless paranoid arguments
    Acknowledging my existence

    And I stumble back
    To my suburban apartment
    Truly paradise on earth

    April 24,

    I Want You Right Now

    I still want you
    More than anything else in life

    I want you
    I want you next to me

    I want you every moment
    Of every minute
    Of every day

    I need you in my life
    I need your wisdom
    I need your kindness
    I need your beauty

    I need your special wit
    And I need your ability
    To deal with this cruel world

    I need you to save me
    From the demons
    That haunt my Soul

    For you are my soul mate
    The only person

    Whoever completed me
    And made life worth living

    April 25

    The Decline of America

    You see it everywhere
    The unmistakable signs

    That the decline of America
    Is in full swing

    And we have gone past the tipping point
    There is nowhere left to go

    But downward
    As the Empire begins to collapse

    Victim of imperial overreach
    Like all empires before

    The DC metro on a good day
    Is a broken-down remnant

    Of a once proud system
    The future of mass transit
    Its proponents said

    The interstate highway system
    Is falling apart day by day

    The cost of rebuilding America mounts
    And our politicians are afraid
    That it will costs trillions of dollars

    Just to prevent the US from collapsing
    Into third world irrelevance

    We have the world’s most expensive military
    A million dollars per missile

    And yet we can’t find the money
    To provide decent health care for all

    Bombs, and tax cuts for the wealthy
    Are the only things

    That the Republicans care about
    And the world looks in amazement

    At the clown boy President
    As he struts about

    Looking more and more
    Like some Banana Republic

    President for life
    With his family
    grabbing as much loot

    As they can
    From the federal government
    Before the coming revolution
    Overthrows them

    When did we start this decline?
    Some say 1960s started it
    Others say Nixon’s to blame

    Others claim that it was Carter’s fault
    Or Saint Reagan’s fault
    Or the other boy President GW Bush
    Or Obama the fake American’s fault

    Does it really matter
    All I know

    Is the America I knew
    The can do anything country

    Is alas no more
    And I morn for our lost liberties

    Our lost sense of purpose
    Our lost sense that America
    Was the last great hope of Mankind

    And still I wonder
    Can America be made great again?
    As our President Trump proclaims

    The end times approaches

    Nuclear war is talked about
    Another missile crisis

    And instead of JFK leading the country
    We have Donald John Trump

    The one and only
    The greatest con man
    To ever get elected

    And I fear the end is in sight
    As America begins its decline

    Will we be one country
    Or will we erupt into a civil war

    The right claims that the left has started it
    And the left claims that the right has started it

    And both sides claim that the civil war
    Is inevitable

    A fight for the future of our country
    And so, it goes
    The decline of empires

    And I pray
    That I may survive
    The end of times

    April 27

    Life is Wonderful

    This morning I woke up
    Always a good thing
    At age 61

    I looked out my window
    And saw a bright blue sky

    Nice Spring time weather
    Not a frown in the sky
    Not a cloud to hide
    The bright late April Sun

    I looked over
    And saw her there

    As always
    The nighttime anxieties fade away

    And I realize once again
    Everything will be okay

    If she is with me
    And I said to myself
    What a wonderful day

    April 28

    Sandwich Choices


    There are so many choices to be had
    When ordering a sandwich

    What kind of bread

    What kind of meat or any meat
    What kind of cheese or any cheese

    Whether to have sprouts or not
    Whether to have a pickle or not

    Whether to go with a classic peanut butter
    And something sandwich

    I loved peanut butter sandwiches
    As a kid

    Peanut butter and sweat pickles were my favorite
    Peanut butter and banana is good also
    Peanut butter and strawberry jam
    What a delightful memory

    My current favorite

    Is a BLT with sprouts, avocado, and kosher dill pickles?
    Heirloom red tomatoes one slice per each half
    Avocado one half per each half
    One half pickle on each half
    Bacon cooked just right – well done but not black
    Sprouts and lettuce just right
    Timamook Yellow smoked cheder cheese
    On each half
    On Gluten Free bread
    with chipotle mayo
    And Dijon mustard
    Cut in half

    Truly a sandwich made in heaven

    And bacon makes everything
    Taste so damn nice

    And God if you are reading this poem
    You had better prepare them for me
    Or Heaven will not be worth it

    Does Satan serve BLT sandwiches
    I wonder

    Probably not
    Probably you become the bacon
    In his hell sandwiches

    April 29

    More Coffee Blues

    One morning as I drank my fake coffee
    I needed to go out
    and get a cup of real coffee

    The fake coffee just did not do the trick
    It tasted almost like the real thing

    But just did not have that kick
    And I needed it bad

    I needed the real coffee buzz
    I realized that I was a coffee addict
    I tried to just drink decafe

    But was boring
    And almost as bad as the fake coffee
    That I drank

    Caffeine was bad for me
    I knew it

    But I craved the rush
    Craved the intense buzz
    Craved the hyperactivity

    Kept me all day
    And caused me nightmares
    Sometimes for days on end

    I knew I could not handle it
    But like all addicts

    I needed my coffee buzz
    And so, I once more

    Drank my drug of choice
    And entered the coffee zone

    As I fried my brain
    With caffeine

    The last legal drug
    In neo-puritan America

    And I smiled as I gave in
    To the intoxicating smell
    And flavor of my coffee
    And surrender my free will

    And drank my coffee
    Waiting for the nightmares to come

    April 30

    Rambling Man -Where Do I Belong?

    I have been a rambling man
    All my adult life

    Grew up in Berkeley, California
    Went to College in Hayward and Oberlin
    During my lost year
    Lost in a fog of booze and pot
    Then I came back to reality

    And went to college
    In Stockton, California

    The central Valley
    Ohio transplanted to California

    Then after four years in Stockton
    With extended weekends
    and breaks in Berkeley

    I became an expatriate wanderer
    Peace Corps worker in Korea
    Then taught ESL in Korea
    For four years

    Occasionally returning to my home
    But always wanting to be elsewhere

    Then back to Korea
    And then Seattle for four years

    Driving back and forth to the bay area
    Stopping off in Southern Oregon

    Eventually bought a house and duplex
    In Southern Oregon

    Vaguely thinking we would retire there
    Some day when my rambling ways were over
    Then back to Korea for three more years

    Then I joined the Foreign service
    And my wife the military

    And I wandered the world again
    Always somewhere
    Always dreaming of my next somewhere
    Never there
    As I was a permanent expat

    And a diplomat to boot
    Never a local

    But never really felt I belong there
    Or in the America

    That was becoming more and more
    A foreign land

    The longer I stayed away
    I stayed on in DC for almost ten years

    Off and on
    But never really felt
    that I belong there

    I was too West Coast in my heart
    And DC seemed to be
    Just a place to stay
    In between travels

    Stayed in Thailand
    Then later India
    And Eastern Caribbean
    And later Spain

    Traveled to 45 countries
    Lived in ten

    And now I am retired
    Still torn between

    living the expat life
    In Seoul, Korea

    And returning to the West Coast
    And occasionally back to DC
    and Florida as well

    And I wonder
    Where do I belong

    Where do I belong

    Other than wherever
    My wife and I end up

    Neither here nor there
    Half way there

    And so is that my fate
    Never to really belong

    Never to have roots in the ground
    Always wanting to be somewhere else

    Always a stranger in my native land
    And a stranger in my other home
    Across the sea

    There is no answer to these questions
    As the rambling urge comes again
    And I prepare to move yet again
    Hoping someday I will be

    Somewhere where I can stop
    These rambling blues

    And really be there

    The End

  • ” the World According to Cosmos” updates

    ” the World According to Cosmos” updates

    새해 복 많이 보내세요 (Saehae bok manhi bonaeseyo).
    happy new years in Korean! from a cold Korean day

    2018 End of the Year Updates to World According to Cosmos

    I have just updated my blog, “the World According to Cosmos” with fresh content for the new years. I have over 300 followers and over 1,000 hits since I launched it in February 2018.
    Please head on over and sign up. I hope you will like it.

    here are the “2018 End of the Year Updates to “the World According to Cosmos.”

    Highlights include publication of my poetry in All Poetry, Poetry Soup, Cosmosfunnel, Hello Poetry, Poetry Magnum Opus, writing.com, and Open Arts Forum among other sites. You can follow me there, as well as here!!!!
    The Ugly writers have published a number of my poems on Sleaze. I have started publishing my Fake Things chapbook on the blog, with my ‘Fake Foods” poems being featured. I also have started publishing my “Snarling Cup of Coffee” chapbook featuring my coffee poems and my love poems. Duane Poetree recently published my “No More Coffee “ blues and he has published a number of other of my poems. Please visit his site for great poetry. Outlaw poetry is another site that has published a lot of my work. Please visit them as well. Two Drops of Ink has published a number of my poems as have Scarlet Leaf Review. Please visit them as well. Ariel Chart has published some of my short stories. Worth a visit there as well.

    in the coming year I hope to become an Instagram, Pinterest and You Tube poet as well. Stay tune.

    Have a great and productive year of the Golden Pig in 2019.

    photo of pig zodiac symbol
    year of the pig

    It is especially poignant because my wife was born 60 years ago in the year of the Golden Pig. I was born in the year of the Goat. According to Chinese astrology that is the best possible marriage combination.

    year of the pig

    Enjoy and visit my web page and let me know what you think.

  • The Dead Never Die on Facebook

    this is a poem about a common occurance in this digitalized age. I often receive face book friend requests from the dead, including my sister who died ten years ago. it seems that the dead Never Die on Facebook. It is very creepy but I have not yet contacted Face Book about it. One of these days, I will follow the advice listed in the link at the end of this poem and let Face Book know that she is no more among the living but on the other hand it is kind of nice she is living somewhere in Facebook’s computer memory banks.


    The Dead Never Die on Facebook

    In this day and age
    Of fake life and death

    The dead don’t die
    They live on in social media hell

    Spewing forth occasional
    fake friend requests
    from face book hell

    My sister died in 2007
    I still get monthly reminders
    From somewhere in Facebook hell

    A request to be a friend
    From my dear dead sister

    I never respond
    That would be too creepy

    If she responded
    From where ever
    Face book sent her

    So, my plea
    To Mr. Zuckerberg

    Please Sir
    Allow the dead to die

    Send them to their just resting places
    And remove them from Facebook

    And discontinue
    Their fake friend requests
    That is just too creepy

    I notice that sometimes
    You create an memorial page
    For the recently departed

    But you have not cleaned
    Up your site

    The dead still prowl the corners
    Of fakebook

    With their creepy requests
    To be their friend

    Please sir
    Kill them off
    Let them rest in peace

    comment: not limited to Fake Book, I get daily requests from dead people on Linkinlin as well as Face book, Instagram etc. would be nice if FB could remove the dead from their site! really creepy to get requests to add my sister as a friend ten years after she died!

    from my “Fake Things” chapbook collection, a work in progress
    How 1 Billion People Are Coping With Death and Facebook

  • Snarling Cup of Coffee Chapbook Updated with audio clips

    Snarling Cup of Coffee Chapbook Updated with audio clips

    Table of Contents

    Note: this chapbook brings together some of my favorite poems, many have been published. An * indicates prior publication. Some appear in my earlier submission to you. The acknowledge page at the end provides a complete publication credit list.

    Snarling Cup of Coffee

    and other Poems

    Note: this chapbook brings together some of my favorite poems, many have been published. An * indicates prior publication. I will post a few each week until I am finished with the entire set. I published these poems in the Poetry Superhiway’s poetry chapbook giveaway contest December 1, 2018, and I would be delighted to send the entire set to anyone who is interested. Comments and feedback welcome, but please keep it civil. Please note that these are entirely my own opinions and do not reflect the opinions of any of my prior employers

    Coffee Poems

    Snarling Cup of Coffee*
    No More Coffee Blues*
    Ode to Coffee*

    Love Poems

    The Story of How We Met *
    Chains that Bind Us *
    Where Do You and I Begin *
    Lost and Found *

    Political Rants

    The Eye in the Sky *
    The Decline of America*
    When Will This Madness End? *
    Hurricanes from Hell
    It Can’t Happen Here
    Masters of the Universe

    Fake Things please see companion chap book series “Fake Things” coming soon

    Fake News
    Fake Calls *
    Fake Gods
    Fake People
    Idiots in High Places

    Religious Visions

    Imagining the End of the World * Meeting God in a Lake *
    The Cosmic Cat from Berkeley *
    The Cosmic Dog from Goal *
     

    Travels

    Spring Time in Capitol Hill*
    Wagontire, Oregon *
    Hitchhiking Tales *

    Strange Visions

    Life’s Journey *
    The Fog *
    Slime Patrol to the Rescue *
    Bad Craziness *
    One Night in Bombay *
    Unhinged Lunatic Howling at the Full Moon *
    The Nebulous Night of Darkness*
    Dental Torture Blues
    Watching Cats Hunt *
    Cats *
    Mozart Blues
    Old Man in the Mirror Must Die *
    One Mystic Shrouded Night *
    Prayer to the Computer Gods *
    Microsoft Found Dictation Poems
    Green Trees Don’t Make It *
    Who is Master?
    My Soul Wants to Fly *
    Cosmic Calendar *

    Snarling Cup of Coffee

    I like to start my day with a hot cup of coffee
    I pound down the coffee

    First thing I do every day as the dawning sun
    Lights up my lonesome room

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

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

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

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

    I want to scream and shoot the TV and run out side Shouting “Stop the world.

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

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

    Ode to Coffee

    Mistress of sacred love
    Sacred lady of desire

    You start my day
    Setting my heart on fire
    With your dark delicious flavor

    And throughout the day
    Whenever the mean old blues come by
    You chase them away
    With your bitter sweet ambrosial brew

    Every time I inhale your witches’ brew
    I am filled with power, light and love
    And everything is all right Jack
    If only for a few fleeting minutes

    I love you oh coffee goddess
    In all your magical forms

    In the dark coffee of the dawning day
    In the sizzling coffee in the mid-morning break
    In the afternoon siesta break
    And in the post dinner dessert drink

    I love you my coffee mistress
    You are my refuge
    From this horrid world

    And you are my secret lover
    Never disappoint me, ever
    I’ve never had a bad cup
    Of that I can be sure

    Even the dismal coffee
    Served at Denny’s at 3 am
    Is still sweet loving coffee

    Even the farmer brother’s diner coffee
    Excites me and gets me going
    Asking for another cup of divine delight

    Coffee always is there
    It is always on and piping hot
    With hidden dark secrets
    Swirling in its liquid essence

    Coffee is my last vice
    My only legal vice left

    Coffee does not cheat on me
    It is always faithful, always true
    It does not turn on its friends

    And all it asks in return
    Is that you come back
    Cup after cup after cup

    A good cup of coffee
    Is a little bit of heaven
    In a cup of dark liquid hell

    Coffee is like a drug
    But a good drug that does what is should
    And never complains

    It does not get grouchy
    It does not hurt you

    It does not make you crazy
    But allows the muse to come out
    And play with it

    Coffee led to the American Revolution
    As patriots drank coffee
    To rebel against the aristocratic English tea

    Coffee started the London Stock Market
    And started the gossip mills running

    Every great invention
    Was fed by coffee’s sweet brew sweet allure
    All the great thinkers
    All the great leaders
    All were enslaved to coffee’s magic

    Yeah
    I sing my praises
    Of the great glorious coffee lady

    Long may she continue
    To be my sweet companion

    Long may coffee continue
    To rule my heart
    And set my heart on fire

    I love thee
    Mistress coffee
    And sometimes I think
    You love me too
     

    No More Coffee Blues

    I love coffee
    Always have

    And coffee has loved me back
    But lately I have soured on her
    Soured on the whole coffee scene

    On the harshness of the morning brew
    And the promises it makes

    As I sip of its nectar
    Drawn into its lair

    Drinking drop by drop
    As the caffeine takes over

    Rewriting my every nerve
    Turning me into a slave
    For its perverted pleasure

    Yes, I love coffee
    But I am afraid

    Coffee is a harsh mistress
    Demanding so much of me

    Promising the sun
    And delivering the Moon

    As I drink her swill
    Deepening under her influence

    I have the coffee blues
    Can’t live without her
    Can’t live with her

    I try
    But tea does not cut it
    Not really

    Booze does not do it
    At least not in the morning

    Yoga is not enough of a buzz
    Nor is the runner’s high

    And I am afraid deadly afraid of cocaine
    And speed and drugs and energy drinks

    And so, I remain a slave to coffee
    My only legal drug

    As I sip another and fall under her seductive spread
    Once more failing in my resolve

    To skip coffee for that day
    That morning that moment

    I shall never be free of her spell
    Ever and she knows it

    As she beckons me
    Every morning with her intoxicating smell

    And I come to her and drink her brew
    And become her slave again and again
     
    TBC

  • broad kill review published “Snarling Cup of Coffee”

    This poem has been published in about five places now. One of my personal favorites as it is a real beatnik style poem I think…..

    Snarling Cup of Coffee”


    I like to start my day with a hot cup of coffee
    I pound down the coffee

    First thing I do every day as the dawning sun
    Lights up my lonesome room

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

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

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

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

    I want to scream and shoot the
    TV and run outside shouting
    “Stop the world.

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

    And I sit down
    The madness dissipating a bit

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

  • Favorite FB Groups

    I belong to a lot of FB writing groups. Here are some of my favorites. Check them out!

    FB all poetry
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    FB facebook poets
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    FB modern poetry league
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    FB poets around the world
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  • Poetry Nook publishes my poetry

    I have started publishing on Poetry nook as well.

    they have published the following poems

    fake news
    fake life and fake death
    fake love
    fake people
    fake gods
    fake calls
    hell is here to stay
    Walls
    sandwich choices
    microsoft how i hate you

    then link is https://www.poetrynook.com/user/jake-aller

    sign up it is free and join the fun

    Jake

  • Update to Tumbler Publishes my Poetry

    Update to Tumbler Publishes my Poetry

    Update to Tumbler Publishes my Poetry

    update:

    Jake Cosmos Aller turned 2 today!

    We hope it was a great year, and we look forward to sharing many more!

    I have started publishing my poetry on tumbler It is also a good site. Here’s the link, check it out!

    More Short Cosmos Poems

    tubmlr link

    My handle is lovejakecallerworld   My blog postings on this site replicate to the tumbler site but I hope to start doing some tumbler blog postings separately  for shorter blogs for example

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  • Cats Truly alien species?

    Cats Truly alien species?

    adorable animal blur cat
    Photo by Kelvin Valerio on Pexels.com

    cars are alien species the conspiracy
    my cat poems for your pleasure

    updated to reflect recent publication of The Cosmic Cat from Berkeley, and the  Buddha Cat from Edsal road – both published in the Universe Journal, Bangalore, India September 30, 2019, also recorded those two poems as well.

    April 2018 Poems
    2017 April Poems
    April 2019 Poems

     

    Cat thought

    thoughts about Cats – the true alien life form living amongst us humans.

    Cats Fighting In Incheon

    Watching two cats
    Fighting alongside the sidewalk
    In suburban Incheon New Airport Town

    Completely indifferent
    To the humans walking around them

    And the humans were indifferent to the cats

    As they stood there fighting
    And screeching at each other

    One orange one
    One half black half white one
    Both middle age in cat years

    As I sat there watching the cats
    really getting into it
    I wondered what they were arguing about?

    But since I don’t speak cat
    I really didn’t know

    All I know is they were really screeching at each other
    And almost look like they were about to attack each other

    But one cat backed down
    As the other cat stood their proverbial ground

    If they were humans one would have pulled out a knife
    Or a gun
    And someone would have been killed

    But being mere cats
    They stared at each other
    And walked away

    but they kept glancing at each other
    So, I knew the fight as not over
    Merely postponed until a later hour

    Cats truly are the aliens
    Who live among us humans

    Or perhaps we are the aliens
    Who live among the cats?

    Watching the black cat

    Watching the black cat
    Slinking about

    I am reminded once again the cats
    are not our friends
    as I stare at him

    an alien invader
    From another planet

    Mysterious Black Cat Looking at Me

    As I look out
    At the parking lot

    I see a black cat
    looking at me with dark soulful eyes
    filled with mysterious secrets

    I wondered
    What the cat
    thinks of me?

    The cat looks at me
    With a mysterious grin

    The cat smiles at me
    Like the Cheshire cat

    He smiles
    and runs away into the bushes

    Watching three cats

    watching three cats

    p style=”text-align: left;”>gamboling along

    looking at me

    while i look at them

    Each wondering what sort of weird creatures
    The other is

    And who is the real alien species?

    three cats ready to go

    three cats
    at play

    they look out at the world
    and they are ready

    they are born hunters
    they are hungry
    they are restless

    and they want
    to escape
    from the house

    to chase birds
    squirrels

    and other cats
    to do their cat thing

    That’s the cat’s life after all
    they tolerate us humans
    only because we feed them

    But at heart
    they are wild things

    and wild things
    Need to be free

    Looking Out My Window

    I look out my window
    On the parking lot
    In my suburban Incheon neighborhood

    And see the black mad cat
    That lives underneath
    the apartment house

    And look out at the park
    Thinking of taking a walk

    The cat looks at me
    Kindred spirits perhaps
    Retired waiting to die

    Watching Cats Hunt

    Early morning

    Watching two white cats
    Hunting a white dove

    The cats hunt in pairs
    Tracking the bird

    The bird flies away
    Safe for now

    And I think about the cats
    And the hunt goes on

    Such is life
    And the fate of cats
    And birds

    Cats

    I often wonder about Cats
    What do they think of us

    It seems at time
    That cats think of humans
    As their slaves

    We exist to feed them
    To comfort them

    To save them from their enemies
    And to worship them

    Yes cats are an alien species
    Totally different from humanity
    Detached, and almost evil

    If we ever encounter an alien civilization
    God help us if it’s a cat based civilization

    We would then be engaged
    In the epic mother of all wars

    As cats and humans would not get along
    The cats would think we were their slaves

    And we would resent and fear them
    And secretly worship their alien ways

    The Cosmic Cat from Berkeley

    I next encountered the divine many years later in Berkeley, California. I had gone home to be with my Mother while taking leave from my job in the Foreign Service. I had two weeks there by myself. My wife came later near the end of the trip. Every morning I woke up, had coffee, did yoga, read the paper, and spoke to my mother. She was sliding into dementia, day by day losing her reason. Then I would go out and explore the city, go to a museum, go to one neighborhood, see a movie matinee, have dinner with old friends, and just be there and re-discovering the Bay Area of my youth, after years of being away.

    Every morning a black cat came to visit me. He was out in front when I got up staring at me, and waiting for to go out the door. The cat was friendly and waited for me and then would join me in my morning rambles following me to the bus stop or to the downtown BART stop if I walked as I frequently did. It was a 40-minute 2-mile stroll. And it was summer and the weather was delightful.

    I started talking to the black cat, he looked at me with the spark of divinity in his dark soulful eyes. I called him the cosmic cat. He seemed to like that. He would look at me and I opened to me. I told the cat all my dark secrets as I walked the streets of the old neighborhood. Every morning and every evening the cat would be there to greet me and to carry out our endless conversation.

    Then I had to leave and in our final conversation
    I asked the cosmic cat

    “Say, Cosmic Cat are you just a cat or are you a demonic cat

    Are you possessed by God or by Satan? Are you a familiar of some dark witch?”

    The cat looked at me and I realized that God was indeed residing in the cat but that God was residing everywhere, all around me. All I had to do was open my mind, and the rest would follow

    So, I said goodbye to the cosmic cat and he purred and came up to me and I felt the comforting presence of the divine

    As I said goodbye to the cosmic cat. And said goodbye to my demented mother. It turned out that was the last time that we would be able to really talk. The next time I met her was when I came out to put her in an assisted living facility. I never talked to her again as I had during those two weeks when I hung out with the Cosmic Cat.

    I told my mother about the cosmic cat. She smiled and said that the cat was there for me and her to comfort us both in our hour of need. And that the cat was indeed
    a cosmic cat.

    “The Cosmic Cat from Berkeley”

    I next encountered the divine
    Many years later in Berkeley, California
    I had gone home to be with my Mother
    While taking leave from my job
    in the Foreign Service

    I had two weeks there by myself
    My wife came later
    near the end of the trip

    every morning I woke up
    had coffee
    Did yoga

    Spoke to my mother
    Who was sliding into dementia
    Day by day loosing her reason

    Then I would go out
    And explore the city
    Go to a museum
    Go to one neighborhood

    And just be there
    Rediscovering the Bay area
    After years of being away
    Having dinner with old friends
    Seeing movies etc

    Every morning a black cat came to visit
    The cat was friendly and waited for me
    And then would join me in my morning rambles

    Following me to the bus stop
    I stated talking to the black cat
    He looked at me with the spark of divinity
    In his dark eyes

    I called him the cosmic cat
    He seemed to like that
    He would look at me

    And I opened up to me
    Told the cat all my dark secrets

    As I walked the streets
    Of the old neighborhood

    Every morning and every evening the cat
    Would be there to greet me
    And to carry out our endless conversation

    Then I had to leave
    And in our final conversation
    I asked the cosmic cat

    Say, Cat are you just a cat
    Or are you a demonic cat
    Are you possessed by God
    Or by Satan

    The cat looked at me
    And I realized that God
    Was indeed residing in the cat

    But that god was residing everywhere
    All I had to do was open my mind

    And the rest would follow
    So I said Good bye to the cosmic cat
    And he purred and came up to me
    And I felt the comforting presence of the divine

    As I said goodbye to the cosmic cat
    And said goodbye to my mother
    As this was the last time
    That we would be able to really talk

    I told my mother about the cosmic cat
    She smiled and said that the cat
    was there for me and her
    to comfort us both in our hour of need

    and that the cosmic cat
    was indeed a cosmic cat

    published in the Universe Journal in Bangalore India September 30, 2019

    the universe journal

    the Buddha Cat From Edsal Road

    I had another encounter
    With the divine recently
    Another Cosmic cat perhaps
    Perhaps not

    who knows what cats are
    are they alien from another dimension
    or was he channeling God ?

    I call him the Buddha cat
    For the cat loves

    Sitting in a meditative pose
    Not moving

    Just starting at me
    With his soulful deep eyes

    Boring into my soul
    exploring all my secret thoughts

    the buddha cat
    does not move

    does not react
    as he is so deep
    into his interior mediation

    truly in tune
    with the cat universe
    and the cosmos as well

    the buddha cat
    seems to be
    one with God
    one with Buddha
    One with Allah
    And all the other
    Billion names of God
    Known and unknown

    The buddha cat
    Can teach us all

    About the art of meditation
    As he zones inward
    And loses his soul

    Joining the cosmos
    And becoming
    The buddha cat

    The buddha cat
    Lives in a modest
    Town house

    In a modest suburb
    Proving yet again

    The divine spirit of God
    Is everywhere all around us

    The buddha cat
    Reminds us all
    To look for god
    In the everyday

    All around us
    If we but have eyes
    To see

    published in the universe journal Bangalore India September 30, 2019

    the universe journal

     

    Oregon Demon Cat

    The demon cat
    Lived in Medford Oregon

    The demon cat was a big black cat
    His eyes were filled with demonic energy
    He stared at you

    Looking into your very soul
    Filled with anger, and hatred
    For the entire human race

    He seemed at times
    To be not from this planet
    Perhaps an alien species
    Studying the human race

    Or perhaps he came
    Form hell itself

    The demon cat loved to torment visitors
    For some reason he hated the man’s daughter

    The cat would stare at her from his perch
    Down the hall from the old man

    Then he would run at her
    Screaming like an escaped banshee
    Straight out of hell

    She told her dad
    Either the cat goes
    Or I go

    He said
    See you later

    The demon cat smiled
    At the small victory

    And she left the house
    With the demon cat
    Screeching goodbye

    Mad Cat Shoe Lace

    cats are alien creatures from space
    cats
    they truly are mad as a hat
    from space
    the buddha cat sits all day long
    demon
    escaped banshee playing demon
    theme song
    as they fly about like a witch
    broomstick
    flying in the air with their side kick

    the End

     

  • outlaw poetry

    Outlaw Poetry

    By

    Jake Cosmos Aller

    Outlaw Poetry is apparently a thing. I prefer “Neo-Beatnik” but what the hey, we are talking the same thing. Outlaw Poets is a term used in reference to writers of outlaw poetry, a type of marginal poetry with Beat sensibility often categorized as Spoken Word.

    Works of several such poets is included in The Outlaw Bible of American Poetry and literary magazine like Zombie Logic Review.
    Outlaw poets

    “Outlaw poets” is a term of endearment used in reference to poets whose work is featured in the Outlaw Bible. The following (conspiracy) list of traits is characteristic of such poets as the! leader in russian start with the vol1 “demons contempt” of Carlos ac Libera :Out law poetry … does not mean to be disobedient, or an outlaw or criminal in poetic ethics; there is no direct sophism but there is no contradiction either;; Outlaw poetry”, is still taking its first steps as a vanguard of poetry but is a form of subversive expression, ‘which differs from all modes of poetry but is neither playful nor fiction; is a silent expression of crushing the system, the angry cry that is not made in the street, outlaw poetry is wild, natural, appears and has the effect it did not have for an invitation..

    anti-authoritarian;

    anti-Vietnam war activists known for their anti-war rhymes (many poets write about Vietnam who are by no means outlaw poets).

    Elder poets that gained notoriety via unconventional forms

    Poets deliberately not included in most academic curriculums[2]

    Often inspirational to or inspired by the so-called “Beat” movement in American poetry during the mid-20th century[3]

    The following 29 pages are in this category, out of 29 total. This list may not reflect recent changes (learn more).
    A

    Kathy Acker

    B

    Richard Brautigan

    Charles Bukowski

    C

    C. A. Conrad

    Mitch Corber

    D

    Diane di Prima

    F

    Bob Flanagan

    Rebecca Fransway

    G

    Allen Ginsberg

    Hedwig Gorski

    S.A. Griffin

    H

    Jack Hirschman

    K

    Alan Kaufman (writer)

    Bob Kaufman

    Tuli Kupferberg

    L

    David Lerner

    D. A. Levy

    M

    Joyelle McSweeney

    Jack Micheline

    N

    Harold Norse

    O

    The Outlaw Bible of American Poetry

    R

    Steve Richmond (poet)

    S

    Sapphire (author)

    Herschel Silverman

    Patti Smith

    T

    Charles Taylor Jr.

    David Trinidad

    W

    William Wantling

    A. D. Winans

    The Outlaw Bible of American Poetry, edited by Alan Kaufman, is an anthology of American underground poets spanning the post-war era to the present day. First published in 1999, the collection features work from several notable poets, including Jack Micheline, Patti Smith, Harold Norse, David Trinidad, Tuli Kupferberg, D.A. Levy, Bob Kaufman, Jim Chandler, Jim Brodey, Daniel Higgs, Jack Kerouac, Bonny Finberg, David Lerner, Richard Brautigan, Allen Ginsberg, Tom Waits, William S. Burroughs, Carlos ac Libera, Ken Kesey, Justin Chin, DianDi Prima, Charles Bukowski, and FrancEyE[1], among others. S.A. Griffin served as a contributing editor.

    ? S.A. Griffin, Neeli Cherkovski, and Al Martinez (n.d.). “Franceye | Call”. Outlaw Poet. Retrieved November 8, 2017.

    ? ? Kaufman, Alan (1999). The Outlaw Bible of American Poety. Emeryville: Thunder’s Mouth Press. p. xxv. ISBN 1560252367

    Kaufman, Alan (1999). The Outlaw Bible of American Poetry. Emeryville CA: Thunder’s Mouth Press. p. vi-viii. ISBN 1560252367.

    I am proud to be associated with such great writers. !

    Here then are some of my outlaw poems, published in Outlaw Poetry. Enjoy and please comment on my blog, “hhtps://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com

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    In Search of America 1975 – Hitchhiking Tales by Jake Cosmos Aller

    Posted on April 26, 2018 by Monsieur K. — 1 Comment ?

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    In Search of America 1975 – Hitchhiking Tales

    When I was young
    And foolish
    Broke and stubborn

    I hitchhiked across the USA
    Started in Salt Lake City
    Where my greyhound bus pass
    Was stolen

    The station manager
    Could have helped me
    But refused to do so

    Threaten to call the cops
    When I grabbed my bags
    Without the stolen tags

    I said
    Go ahead
    But I am so out of here

    Wondered about Salt Lake City
    Went to a bar

    Found I had to buy my booze
    Next door

    And they would mix it for me
    Had to order food too

    After a bloody Mary
    And a burger
    I walked about town

    Saw the Mormon Temple

    Finally about 3 pm
    It was time to hit the road
    Did not look back

    Ended up in Cody Wyoming
    Got a room shower
    Steak beer
    Using my rapidly depleted cash

    Spent 25 dollars
    Money really went far
    Back in those days

    A band of professional
    Communist agitators
    Gave me a ride

    To Des Moines
    Lots of weed booze
    And politics later
    Got off the road

    Slept outside
    Next day
    A beautiful woman

    Drove me to near Chicago
    In a red mustang

    Might have been
    The girl in the song

    Took it easy
    Digging her vibe

    She invited home
    But was not sure
    If her estranged husband
    Would welcome me

    So I being foolish
    And inexperienced with women
    Did not go to her place

    And always regretted
    That I had lost
    My chance that day

    Then on to Chicago
    Several rides later

    Visited friends

    Hit the road again
    A series of uneventful rides
    With truckers

    And others
    And a week later
    I ended in New York City

    Slept along the way
    In cars

    In truck stops
    In high way rest stops

    Always moving
    Always going
    None stop talking

    And lots of free weed
    And beer
    And conversation

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

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

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

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

    Looking at me to confirm
    That I was both

    I told him that I lived in New York
    And had never been to California

    And although I might looked Jewish
    As I what was called back in the day
    A “Jewfro”
    I was not Jewish

    Many years later I discovered
    That I am indeed part Jewish
    But then I did not know

    And I felt a bit of strategic information
    Might keep me alive
    Then I realized that he was just jiving with me
    And we relaxed

    And he pulled out some weed
    And beer
    And we mellowed out

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

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

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

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

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

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

    Of my hitchhiking tales
    In search of America 1975

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    Lost and Found

    I was lost
    And you found me

    You walked out of my dreams
    And into my life

    And that made all the difference
    In the world

    As you entered my life

    I was all alone in this cruel world
    And you provided shelter
    And comfort

    I did not know what I wanted
    And you gave me what I wanted

    You gave me meaning
    You gave me purpose

    You gave me love
    And understanding

    peace and happiness
    Joy, laughter and fun

    You were endlessly fascinating
    Could not keep my eyes off you

    You were the most beautiful women
    In the world to me

    And you still are
    So many years later

    Like a fine bottle of wine
    Gets better with age

    And you gave me
    Endless nights of wild love making

    Which has gotten better
    As well

    And I fell under

    your spell
    from the day, I met you
    I was lost
    And you found me

    And if you go first
    I will be lost again

    Can’t live without you
    By my side

    Thus, is has always been
    Between us

    We are so entangled
    So interwoven

    And that is the

    way
    It was meant to me

    Note: based on a true story which you can read on my blog or in the book, “Dreams and the Unexplainable” published by the Chicken Soup for the Soul publishers in September, 2016.

    My Mother’s History

    One day many a year ago
    My mother spoke to me
    About her family’s tangled history

    She spoke to me
    Of lies, half-truths, and myths
    Some of which may have been true
    And over the course of the evening
    Her history came alive

    She was born in hills of North Little Rock
    The 10th of 11 children
    Of an ancient dying race

    The Cherokees who had ran away
    The lost tribe of the Cherokees
    Homeless since the trail of tears

    Refusniks
    Refugees who fled in the hills

    Rather than join the rest
    In the promised land
    Of Oklahoma

    Her people disappeared
    From history’s eyes

    They did not exist
    I did not exist

    My history was over
    As was hers

    And so, I learned at last
    The painful truth

    That due to the crimes of politicians
    So long ago

    My mother’s people
    Lost their land, their culture and their hope
    And became downtrodden forgotten people

    Hillbillies they were called
    Living in the hills and mountain dales
    Clinging to the dim fading memories

    Of their once glorious past
    As proud Cherokees

    Now no one knew their name
    The old ways were forgotten
    And the new world never forgave them

    And they never forgave the new world
    As they lived on
    In the margins of society

    Forgotten people

    And I vowed that if I lived
    Their history would not die
    As I knew the truth

    And I would become a proud
    Cherokee
    And make my mother proud of me
    And my accomplishments

    And so, when I am down and out
    I recall her stories and her warnings
    And realize it is up to me

    To live my life
    To let the Cherokee in me
    Live his life

    And in so doing
    My mother’s history does not die

    It lives on in me
    Until the day I die

    Long live the Cherokee nation
    Long live my mother

    Conversation with Teddy Roosevelt

    One morning I woke up in the White House
    I had been summoned back in time

    By a mysterious letter I had received
    From my hero, Teddy Roosevelt

    The letter
    Asked me for my advice

    And instructed me to go to the white house with the letter
    And so, I went and presented the letter

    And went through a back door and found myself
    Back in 1904 being presented to the President

    We spent the afternoon and evening talking about the future past
    And the present in front of us

    And we worked out the problems of the world

    Then I told him of the future world to come
    Of the world wars

    Korea, Vietnam, Iraq, Afghanistan
    Of presidents to come
    And of the great events of the future

    And he spoke of his fears
    That the future would become a nightmare

    Of great powerful corporations
    Oppressing the little man

    Turning everyone into slaves
    To the powers that be

    And that he was determined to fight
    For the little man

    And he hoped that it the end
    Freedom would have a chance
    To flourish in the world

    I left
    Not wanting to let him know
    That he had failed

    That the special interests ruled the world
    And that soon the world he knew and love
    Would become nothing but the dusty myths of history

    And I wondered what had happened
    Where we had gone so wrong
    And whether we would find our way back

    Watching Cats Hunt

    Early morning
    Watching two white cats
    Hunting a white dove

    The cats hunt in pairs
    Tracking the bird

    The bird flies away
    Safe for now

    And I think about the cats
    And the hunt goes on

    Such is life
    And the fate of cats
    And birds

    Cats

    I often wonder about Cats
    What do they think of us
    It seems at time
    That cats think of humans
    As their slaves

    We exist to feed them
    To comfort them

    To save them from their enemies
    And to worship them

    Yes, cats are an alien species
    Totally different from humanity
    Detached, and almost evil

    If we ever encounter an alien civilization
    God help us if it’s a cat based civilization

    We would then be engaged
    In the epic mother of all wars

    As cats and humans would not get along
    The cats would think we were their slaves

    And we would resent and fear them
    And secretly worship their alien ways

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    It is a Gun Situation, Mr. President

    Mr. President
    You are wrong once again
    You said that the tragic events in Texas
    And Las Vegas were not “gun situations”
    But rather were mental health problems

    And that in Texas if there had been gun controls
    Perhaps fewer people would have died

    Mr. President
    I know you a smart man
    The smartest man in the world
    According to you

    So please contemplate this fact
    According to the latest findings
    It is a gun situation

    In fact, the reason the U.S.
    Has so many gun deaths
    Is because we have so many guns
    45% of the worlds guns in fact

    And 33 percent of the world’s shooters
    Are Americans killing other Americans

    And most of them
    Are White People
    killing other white people

    Not Islamic terrorists
    Most are in fact
    Self-proclaimed Christians

    So Mr. President
    When will you come to your senses

    And do what 90 percent of the public wants
    Enact nationwide effective gun controls?

    And tell the NRA
    they can take their blood money elsewhere

    When Mr. President
    When will you act
    When will you take charge

    And become a President of the people
    Instead of the President of the NRA?

    Prayer Works

    Dear Speaker Ryan

    I want to tell you something
    The dead don’t want your prayers
    The dead don’t care that you pray for them
    They are dead after all

    And you and your so-called Christians
    Are to blame
    You refuse to do anything
    Anything at all to stop the carnage
    In our streets

    The U.S. is flooded with guns
    And more are sold every day

    Millions of people don’t have health coverage
    Millions are barely surviving
    And your answer
    Our dear great compassionate Speaker

    Your answer
    Is Prayer works
    Government action does not

    You act as if the gun violence
    Plaguing our country
    Was like the weather
    Beyond our control

    So here’s my prayer for you
    And your colleagues

    When you die
    I pray that God
    Will send you

    And your friends
    Straight to hell

    Where Satan and his demons
    Will use you for target practice

    That’s my prayer to you
    And as you know
    Prayer works

    I don’t Get It

    Mr. Speaker
    I admit I don’t get it
    How does prayer
    Stop gun violence?

    Prayer did not work in Texas.
    26 people were murdered
    while praying.

    God if he exists
    Obviously does not care

    About the poor people
    Who died in his church

    Because a mad man
    Got a gun

    And no they were not praying
    To be delivered from death
    No one deserves to die like this

    So my prayer to you
    Is simply this

    Get off your rear end
    Rally the country

    And do something
    About gun violence

    That’s a prayer
    I hope works

    Add House Speaker Paul Ryan to the list of Republicans offering only thoughts and prayers in the wake of Sunday’s mass shooting in a Texas church, because taking meaningful action is always off the table with him and his party.
    Speaking with Fox News Channel’s Laura Ingraham last night, Ryan reiterated that the victims and their families need more prayers because “prayer works.”
    Prayer doesn’t work.

    26 people were murdered while praying. Even Christians ought to admit that prayer doesn’t make a damn bit of difference and their God will do whatever their God wants to do, even if it means letting people die in church because a domestic abuser got his hands on a semi-automatic weapon.

    Not that Ryan would ever say that.

    Instead, he just blamed the “far secular Left” for not getting it.
    Paul Ryan to “Far Secular Left”: After Mass Shootings, “Prayer Works”

    NOVEMBER 7, 2017 BY HEMANT MEHTA

    253 COMMENTS

    Add House Speaker Paul Ryan to the list of Republicans offering only thoughts and prayers in the wake of Sunday’s mass shooting in a Texas church, because taking meaningful action is always off the table with him and his party.

    Speaking with Fox News Channel’s Laura Ingraham last night, Ryan reiterated that the victims and their families need more prayers because “prayer works.”

    Prayer doesn’t work.

    26 people were murdered while praying. Even Christians ought to admit that prayer doesn’t make a damn bit of difference and their God will do whatever their God wants to do, even if it means letting people die in church because a domestic abuser got his hands on a semi-automatic weapon.

    Not that Ryan would ever say that.

    Instead, he just blamed the “far secular Left” for not getting it.

    It’s disappointing. It’s sad, and this is what you’ll get from the far secular Left. People who do not have faith, don’t understand faith, I guess I’d have to say. And it is the right thing to do, is to pray in moments like this, because you know what? Prayer works. And I know you believe that and I believe that. And when you hear the secular left doing this thing, no wonder you’ve got so much polarization and disunity in this country when people think like that.

    That’s Republican thinking for you right there: The people who hear the facts, examine the evidence, and demand action are to blame for polarizing the country… while the people in charge, the ones who sit on their asses doing absolutely nothing (at least when they’re not voting to make the problems worse), should get credit for being the vanguards of everything right with America.

    The people who don’t have faith understand it perfectly well. That’s why we chucked it a long time ago. We know prayer is the only thing most politicians want to offer in times of distress because meaningful action would alienate their core supporters and donors. Democrats get it. Other countries get it. The only ones who don’t come from the same party that routinely rejects science, facts, and experts.

    There are, of course, Christians who believe prayer is meaningless unless it’s followed up with action. We can argue that they’re wasting their time with that first step, but these aren’t the people we’re complaining about.

    We’re specifically criticizing those who have the ability to pass gun reform legislation and mental health reforms… but choose to do nothing.

    That’s what Paul Ryan has to offer the nation: A giant, steaming bowl of jack shit. And he wants credit for that meal because he says grace before gulping it down.

    Dear Governor Abbot

    You say that you are a Christian
    Yet you have the gall
    to say that the proper response
    To the evil acts of the deranged gun man
    Who shot up a church
    Is to work closer with God

    And that evil people will find ways
    To commit evil acts

    And that there is nothing the government
    Can do to stop this madness
    It is the price of our freedom

    Why can’t you wake up
    And see that you can lead
    The way out of this madness?

    Thousands of people die
    Each year from guns in this country
    Turning everyone into prisoners
    Into their own homes

    Afraid to walk outside
    For fear that a nut job
    With a gun

    Will blow them away
    In Church, at the store
    In traffic

    And you and your NRA buddies
    Think the answer
    Is to arm everyone to the teeth

    And I wonder how Jesus
    Would react to how
    You have so misunderstood his message?

    You Sir are not a Christian
    And you Sir are going to not like
    What God has to say to you
    On Judgement day

    “We have evil that occurs in this world, whether it be a terrorist who uses a truck to mow down bikers in New York City, whether it be a terrorist who uses bombs or knives to stab people, or other terrorist who use vehicles, whether it be in Nice, France, or any other place in the entire world, who mow down people.
    And I’m going to use the words of the citizens of Sutherland Springs themselves, and that is, they want to work together for love to overcome evil, and you do that by working with God.”

    Texas Governor: Fight Gun Massacres By ‘Working With God’

    NOVEMBER 6, 2017 BY MICHAEL STONE

    48 COMMENTS

    Texas Governor Gregg Abbott claims prayer and “working with God” is the only way to prevent mass shooting events like the recent church massacre in rural Texas.

    In a deplorable bit of pandering Abbott said that the proper response to Sunday’s shooting is to confront evil through prayer and forge “a stronger connection to God.”

    Governor Abbott said:

    We have evil that occurs in this world, whether it be a terrorist who uses a truck to mow down bikers in New York City, whether it be a terrorist who uses bombs or knives to stab people, or other terrorist who use vehicles, whether it be in Nice, France, or any other place in the entire world, who mow down people.

    And I’m going to use the words of the citizens of Sutherland Springs themselves, and that is, they want to work together for love to overcome evil, and you do that by working with God.

    Most reasonable people reject Abbott’s impotent call to prayer and a “stronger connection to God.” In a statement concerning the recent Texas church massacre, House Minority Leader Nancy Pelosi said that action was rquired:

    We have a solemn obligation to the victims of Sutherland Springs, Las Vegas, Orlando, Newtown and the many tragic shootings that occur each day to respond not only with prayer and unwavering love, but with action.

    As for Governor Abbott, his position as a dangerous religious extremist is well established.

    Last June Abbott signed into law legislation allowing publicly funded agencies to deny non-Christians the ability to adopt a child in need.

    In addition, in a move meant to shame women who have abortions, the Republican governor of Texas ordered state health officials to add new abortion regulations that would require the burial or cremation of post abortion fetal tissue.

    Bottom line: Texas Governor Gregg Abbott is a dangerous religious extremist who believes the proper response to Sunday’s church massacre is prayer and other efforts to forge “a stronger connection to God.”

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    When will this Madness end – short version

    Yet again we turn on the TV
    And witness horrible scenes
    Of unparalleled violence, hatred and despair

    An old man consumed by his own demons
    Opens fire from a hotel room
    Killing 60 people injuring hundreds
    In Las Vegas, Sin City

    And the cry goes out throughout the land
    Why yet again this tragedy

    The usual suspects are rounded up
    It’s the culture, stupid cry the conservative voices

    And there is nothing we can do
    It is like the weather
    Bad shit happens

    Guns are the price of our freedom
    Guns Don’t Kill People
    The only solution is more guns for everyone

    The only solution for a bad guy with a gun
    Is a gun guy with a gun
    An armed society is a polite society

    No, it’s the guns, cry the liberal pundits
    We must confiscate the guns
    Ban Assault weapons
    And join the rest of the world
    Where such carnage does not occur

    And we sit around and argue
    Knowing that there will be a next time
    And another time and time and time again
    Until the end of time

    What is the sickness in our souls
    That allows for this hatred to fester so
    Deep within the minds of our killers

    We are all responsible here
    The negligent parents
    The overworked schools

    The soulless corporate world
    That treats everyone like disposable commodities

    The lack of human connection
    The TV and movie purveyors
    Of pornographic violence

    Nothing will change
    Until we conflict the evil
    That lurks deep within each of us

    There will be another Las Vegas
    Soon enough

    Two weeks later the greatest mass shooting in a Church occurred in Texas
    Sadly nothing has changed

    Published also in Poetry24

    For additional poems from the cosmos check out my blog

    Https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com

  • November 22 Publication Updates and announcements

    November 22 Publications

    I just submitted my chapbook,

    “Snarling Cup of Coffee” to the Poetry Superhiway’s Great Poetry E Book Free for All promotion.
    On December 1, 2018 all the chapbooks will be free for distribution worldwide. I will send the link
    on December 1, 2018 and provide links to all the books on my web site that day as well.
    I hope you all will participate and download at least my book.

    If you are interested in participating see the following and note the deadline is November 30th PST.
    I missed the deadline last year.

    The Great Poetry E-Book Free-For-All
    The mission of the Poetry Super Highway is to expose as many people to as many other people’s
    poetry as possible.
    What?

    Acrazy project in which your poetry e-books will be freely available to all interested humans
    on Earth for a 24 hour period.

    Throughout November we will collect e-books from poets and writers interested in participating.
    Then on December 1st, for a 24 hour period, a special website will go live
    with links to all of the e-books.

    For 24 hours anyone will be free to download, for free,
    as many of these e-books as they like…a poetry e-book free-for-all.

    How?

    To participate, read all of the guidelines below and then click on our Online Submission form.
    That’s it. It’s simple. By doing so, your e-book will be included.

    The E-Book has to be written by you.

    E-books should be in PDF Format for universal compatibility
    with anyone’s computer.

    If you have an e-book in Microsoft Word or another format,
    please convert it to PDF. One way to do this (if you don’t know how)
    is to visit the website http://www.freepdfconvert.com/

    From there you will be allowed to select the file on your computer
    which will uploaded and e-mailed back to you in PDF format.

    When creating your e-book file, please keep it smaller than 1 megabyte.
    Once you’ve created your e-book (not before),
    click on our Online Submission Form to join in!

    Do not fill out the form and then e-mail us your e-book later.
    Please fill out the form and use it to upload your e-book to us.

    We are not accepting e-books or submissions by e-mail.
    The only way to join in is by clicking on the Online Submission Form below.

    On December 1 at Midnight (the evening of November 30),
    we will distribute a special e-mail letting people know the location
    of the web page with links to all of the e-book files.

    People will be free to download any or all of the titles and your poetry will be freely,
    electronically, travelling all over the world.

    This web page will go off line 24 hours later at Midnight on December 2nd.

    We will also list your e-book and description on this web page along
    with the link to your website for all to see.
    When it’s over, we’ll produce a list of how many copies of each book
    were downloaded for no reason other than you may find it interesting.
    To submit your book, please go to our

    ONLINE SUBMISSION FORM

    Frequently Asked Questions

    Why are you doing this?

    To expose as many people to as many other people’s poetry as possible.

    Why isn’t this a one-one exchange like the Great Poetry Exchange?

    The immediate accessibility of the internet, and zero costs for producing
    e-books makes this a much more attractive opportunity for
    an immediate larger audience for your books.
    We don’t want to limit your potential readers to other producers of e-books,
    nor to one other person.
    Why does the e-book have to be written by me?

    Unlike the Great Poetry Exchange, were one can participate by pledging
    to send a book by someone else or an anthology they’ve edited,
    since e-books are not purchased physical entities,
    and because they will be available in unlimited quantities
    during the 24 hour period on December 1st,
    only you have the rights to your poetry.

    You can’t authorize the free distribution of someone else’s poetry,
    the rights of which you don’t own, to the world.

    This sounds cool but I don’t have an e-book.
    That’s not really a question, but anyway, why not make one?

    Do some basic design and layout of your poems in your favorite word processing
    program. Make a title page. Design a nice cover.

    Use any pictures you want. Turn it into an PDF.
    You’ve got an e-book. There’s no time like the present.
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    can you just use the file and info you have already?

    This creates more work for us and is a little more difficult for us to manage.
    It would really help out if you could click on the Online Submission Form
    so we can have everything in the same place, we’d appreciate it.

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    Also not a question but we understand.

    Maybe this isn’t for you. Maybe you sell e-books on your website
    and don’t want to give unlimited copies of one away over a 24 hour period.
    Hey, it’s cool.
    Are these really frequently asked questions?

    Actually no, all these were written before we received any questions,
    imagining what some of the questions might be.

    E-Books In So Far:

    All My Friends and I Want to Talk About is Autumn Leaves by Tara King
    All My Friends and I Want to Talk About is Autumn Leaves is a micro poetry
    collection–six poems written in the fall of 2017, a time of grief, beauty, and rage.

    American Poem Installation No. 2 by John Sweet

    Short bursts of word sculpture and verbal painting.
    Multi-faceted challenges to help stop the death of democracy.
    https://bleedinghorse.blogspot.com/

    Aqua Jogging by LB Sedlacek
    Fun water and water activity filled poems by swimming enthusiast
    and poet, LB Sedlacek! Aqua Jogging will leave you wanting
    to take a dip in the pool or at least stick a toe in the ocean!
    http://www.lbsedlacek.com

    The Best of Kindness 2017 by Jan Keough

    The 62 poems in this anthology are from over 300 poems sent
    to the Origami Poems Project’s 2017 ‘Kindness’ contest –
    with Finalist Judge, award-winning poet, Mary Ann Mayer.
    Join poets from 30 states and over 12 countries on this journey of insight
    and compassion.
    https://www.origamipoems.com

    A Blue Soul by Gabriella Garofalo

    The guests from the heavenly vault: stars, moon, sun, feed my words
    and provide them with a relentless lymph.
    So does that frustrating mess we call life.
    My reshaping them is the drive enabling my words to be invaded by
    that green fuse running through the very soul of poetry.

    Cherry Blossom Days by Sandy Benitez
    Cherry Blossom Days, by Sandy Benitez,
    is a collection of ethereal love poems;
    a love story that unfolds within the season of Spring infused
    with memories of the Pacific Northwest and Asian imagery.
    https://sandyslibrary.blogspot.com

    Club des Poètes. by Kaye Abikhaled
    You’ve been to Paris before. On your next visit share my verses
    for this great city and make them your own.

    Cuts On Me by Adrienne Ijioma
    This beautiful burst of enlightenment & empowerment awakens
    the reader to the psychological, emotional, mental & physical battles
    many experience while traveling the rugged road of life.
    Using poetry as a poignant testimony to declare that even from the darkest of days,
    we can bloom into something virtuously beautiful.
    https://jessvaughnwrites.com

    Dew Drops In The Rain by Hibah Shabkhez
    With tyrannical parrot-generals, mangoes and imbeciles,
    we have here a rather whimsical collection of poetry in English and French.
    https://hibahshabkhezxicc.wordpress.com/

    during the music by r soos
    During the music is a collection of 500 micropoems by r soos.
    r soos edited seven stars poetry from 1973-1998.
    He retired from teaching and instead of resting on past laurels,
    he is now editing Cholla Needles, a literary magazine based in Joshua Tree.
    http://www.chollaneedles.com

    How to Write Poetry by Jim Babwe

    Rodney B. Scow, SLF (Significant Literary Figure) asked me to submit this for him.
    His email account has been “suspended.”
    http://recursivemultimedia.blogspot.com

    In Iudicio (39 Lashes) by Jean-Paul Garnier

    As the subject of these 39 Lashes is one “on trial,” In Iudicio is a guilty read.
    One may feel as though it was not meant for their eyes, perhaps a found journal.
    Lines have been blurred and made public,
    therefore the reader is implored to continue with salivating confidence.
    http://jplgarnier.blogspot.com/

    Jack No Man by Born Before
    A juxtaposition of thought and sound, using modern tropes to anticipate the future.
    Well, in other words, just some poetry by a cool dude. Thanks for downloading me!
    100 Ways to Cook an Egg by LB Sedlacek
    How many ways can you cook an egg? How many ways can you write a poem?
    Poems range from place poems to social works –
    all sorts of different poems scrambled or fried up to serve your poetical reading time!
    http://www.lbsedlacek.com

    1+1=3 by I.B. Rad
    A lighthearted look at social, cultural, and political inconsistencies in America,
    with cover artwork by author.

    Permit Wonder by Jan Keough
    This collection is called a gathering since it suggests the coming together of friends.
    And these poems are friends to me, Jan Keough.
    I’m editor and co-founder of the Origami Poems Project.
    Since 2009, the OPP has been sharing microchaps – for free – to all.
    http://jankeough.com/

    Poems Into Guns by Rick Lupert

    New and selected poems from late 2017 through 2018 from Rick Lupert
    including poems from the forthcoming collection “Hunka Hunka Howdee!”
    poetrysuperhighway.com

    Selected Poems by Dave Lewis
    Dave Lewis is writer from Pontypridd, South Wales.

    He has always lived in Wales except for a year in Kenya.
    He has written newspaper columns, poetry for magazines,
    sports stories for the BBC and is organizer of the International Welsh Poetry
    Competition. For more details visit Dave’s website.

    Welsh Writer

    The Summer Sonnets by Bruce McRae
    The fractured sonnets of a fractured sonneteer. Written in the heat of summer.

    Territories by Antonia Clark
    Territories is a sampler of collected and new poems.
    Antonia Clark has taught creative writing, published two books of poetry,
    and co-administers an online poetry workshop, The Waters.
    She lives in Vermont, loves French picnics, and plays French café music
    on a sparkly purple accordion.

    38 Poems Under 100 Words by Bill Yarrow

    Thirty-eight published poems by Bill Yarrow all under one hundred words.
    https://billyarrow.wordpress.com/

    12th Man: Echoes of the Forgotten Race by Kilam T.A
    12th Man explores the psychological and emotion damage that occurs
    when people are forcefully removed from their home.
    12th Man illustrates what happens when the idea of gentrification is first initiated
    and what happens to the people when that idea is fully realized.
    http://www.speakerthoughts.com

    Voyage towards Positivity by Anupama Kadwad

    Voyage towards Positivity is a collection of random thoughts of the poet.
    This ebook consists of 26 poems on varied day to day topics.
    Deepest thoughts are expressed in simple words, which most of us can relate to.

    The Weather at Home by David Chorlton
    Poems written based on what happens around us at our house in Phoenix
    close to South Mountain, and thinking beyond it.
    http://davidchorlton.mysite.com/

    When the Moon Is New by Joan McNerney

    Ride through the 20th and 21st century with me

    Snarling Cup of Coffee By Jake Cosmos Aller

    I am a retired US diplomat and I have been writing poetry for decades.
    These are some of my favorite poems, most are from the last few years.
    Half have been published. I grew up in Berkeley but have lived all over the world;
    live in Korea and the U.S.

    2. River Sandha Publishes Fake Calls (will go live January 1,2019)

    Dear Jake,
    thanks for sending your write-ups. Its pleasure to let you know that your
    poem “Fake Calls” was published in our website. To see it, please go through this link:

    https://theriversandhareview.blogspot.com/2018/11/an-important-update.html

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    your world. Do write in future for us. Best regards & wishes for you!

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    Fake Calls

    Note: first time to be published in Bangladesh, I have been published in India, Nigeria,
    Romania, Germany, Costa Rica, The US, UK and Canada.

    Fake Calls

    (also published in the Snarling Cup of Coffee Chapbook coming December 1, 2018
    see prior posting above)

    Every day I get woken up
    As the sun comes up
    By my phone ringing
    With a fake call

    It seems that the only people
    Who ever bother to call me
    Are the fake call people

    Who all call me
    With fake sincerity

    Offering me a great deal
    On this and that scam

    I curse at them
    Yell at them
    Mutter obscenities in foreign tongues
    And block their calls

    Yet it does not seem to matter
    The next call will be
    Yet another fake call

    Am I doomed to receive
    Fake calls until I day I die

    I turn on my computer
    And read my fake news accounts
    And watch TV for the latest fake news

    And the politicians lying
    And the criminals scheming
    To take my money

    The Zappa song comes to mind

    You will obey me while I lead you
    And eat the garbage that I feed you
    Until the day that we don’t need you
    Don’t go for help . . . no one will heed you
    Your mind is totally controlled
    It has been stuffed into my mold
    And you will do as you are told
    Until the rights to you are sold

    That’s right, folks . . .
    Don’t touch that dial

    And I scream to the universe
    Just leave me alone
    Then the phone rings…..

    3 Bad Nudes Will Publish “Hell is Here to Stay” in January, 2019
    Hey Jake,

    Thanks again for your submission. I’d like to publish your poem “Hell is Here to Stay” in issue 3.4 of BAD NUDES, if it’s still available!

    Best,
    Fawn Parker

    Note this is a legitimate literary magazine published in Montreal. Bing banned me from entering the site due to the “adult” name. It is not a porn magazine! Google found it no problem.

    Hell is Here to Stay

    The angel of the lord
    Appeared on TV sets
    All over the world

    People woke up
    Expecting to see
    The usual suspects

    Talking heads
    Talking drivel
    Talking trash

    Instead
    A stern visage
    A stern old man
    In a dark suit

    He had a salt and pepper beard
    And long, dark black hair
    And piercing blue eyes
    Staring out
    From his stern face

    The eyes
    Piercing the soul
    Of all who listened

    The voice
    Of the angel of the lord
    Was like thunder

    And all over the world
    People tried to turn off
    Their TV sets
    To no avail

    Twilight light Zone
    Prevailed
    The angel of the lord
    Stopped swearing
    And said

    In a calm
    Deadly voice

    People of earth
    You know the lord
    By a billion names

    I am his spokesman
    We’ve realized
    There is the age of the TV

    And we must be able to reach
    You directly

    Before one or a million
    Could understand

    Now no one hears us
    For you are convinced

    We are dead
    Irrelevant
    Washed up
    A fraud

    Frankly speaking
    You all can go to hell

    And an evil grin
    Appears on his face
    As he says

    Can a fraud do this?

    And outside
    Thunder and lightening

    A star comes down
    And houses were blown away

    And everyone was
    Outside

    The TV set
    Was in the sky above

    The voice of the angel
    Of the lord
    Proclaiming

    Repent
    The end is near
    And now

    No more TV
    No more booze

    The rights to you
    Have been sold

    For to quote Frank Zappa
    You are all assholes
    You are all assholes

    All of you
    Little, mean little assholes

    Let me introduce
    My new business partner

    Satan, also known
    As the prince of darkness

    God and Satan
    Have agreed on a deal

    A thousand year Reich
    A thousand year of slavery
    For you

    My little human assholes
    For your sins, your arrogance
    Your foolish pride

    After a thousand years
    Of pure torture

    We will return
    To judge the living and the dead

    Most of you will remain in hell
    Some will be redeemed

    And allowed into heaven
    And now, back to your usual station

    Welcome to hell
    Satan said

    And laughed and laughed and laughed
    And the usual crimes resume
    The usual lies and deceits and shames

    For most people
    It made no difference

    They had been in hell
    For centuries

    For some
    It mattered

    The few decent people
    Left on earth

    Were condemned to join
    The masses

    For another thousand years
    Of toil and misery

    The bosses were happy
    Satan appointed them
    To continue to rule

    But no strikes
    No salaries
    And as much abuse
    As they could give out

    And so the world turns and turns
    Following its way
    Around the sun

    And the sun
    Turns and floats
    Through space

    And the end was here
    And now

    No one could tell
    The difference anymore
    Hell was here to stay

    Comments and feedback welcomed as always. And thanks to the over 700 people who have found
    My site since it went live in February, 2018!

  • howling at the moon

    Poems by Jake Cosmos Aller
    By Jake Cosmos Aller
    Index
    1. Just an Unhinged Lunatic Howling at The Moon
    2. Howling at The Moon
    3. One Crazy day*
    4. God’s Confession
    5. Wild Thoughts Run Amuk
    *previously published

    Just An Unhinged Lunatic Howling At The Moon

    On a moonlit late night
    I sat in a bar
    Drinking drams of demented, fermented dream dew
    Just an unhinged lunatic
    Dreaming of howling at the full moon

    Watching the world walk by
    Looking at all the fine looking babes
    Walking by the street
    Thinking wild, erotic thoughts
    Of endless wild libertine passions

    When into the bar
    Walked the most beautiful women
    In the Universe
    So wild, so free
    So wonderfully alive

    I did not know what to do
    As this vision of delight
    Sauntered through the bar
    In a skin tight leather pants
    Looked so fine
    That my eyeballs hurt

    And finally I had to say something
    So I gathered up my manly courage
    And walked up to her
    And she looked at me
    And instantly bewitched my soul
    With a devilish grin
    I lost all reason
    And became a raving lunatic
    Unhinged lunatic
    Howling at the moon

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

    Howling At The Moon

    I stood outside
    Between the trees
    In a field
    On the outside of town

    Beneath the lunatic rays
    Of the blood red full moon

    The lunatic lights of the moon
    Casts a wild primeval glow
    On me

    The hormonal chemicals are unleashed
    The wild beast within
    Escapes it chain
    And I howl with delight
    A werewolf
    Free at at last

    To run amuck
    Free of its civilized restrains
    Throwing off its clothes
    Stripping naked

    Running wild
    Naked and free
    A wild man
    Enjoying his freedom

    As I sit
    Under the lunatic light of the full moon
    Of the blood red lights of the moon
    Full of wild passions
    The lustful beast stirs again

    And starts running and running
    Howling at the moon
    Riding into the new dawn
    On a demented Harley Davis cycle
    With two naked babes on his back

    Riding into the sun
    90 miles per second
    At the speed of though
    He disappears into the lunatic light
    Of the full moon

    And I wake up
    Alone,
    In my bed
    Saying, man that was quite a night
    I better not go there again

    The wild beast
    Laughs
    He has heard that before

    And I join him
    In howling at the moon

    One Crazy Day

    Last night
    I could not get to sleep
    At all

    Last night
    I could not get to sleep
    At all

    I looked up
    Looked out at the window
    At the full moon
    Saw by its lunatic light

    Your face
    Was in the moon
    And I looked up
    At the light
    That crazy light
    And dreamed

    I was with you
    Again

    And I woke up
    Again
    And I woke up
    Alone in my bed

    Dreaming dark dreams
    Of You
    Wishing it were
    Other than it was
    All alone
    All alone again
    In this world

    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
    Too many drugs
    Too many bad nights
    On the wrong side of life

    He looked at me
    And proclaimed his story

    He reared up
    And filled up the room
    And lifted the bar
    On his finger
    And stared down at me
    From the sky

    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
    A 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

    Wild Thoughts Run Amok

    Wild Thoughts
    Wild fantasies
    Fill my head
    Running through my brain
    Like electric currency

    My eyes are consumed
    By the burning fires
    Of unquenched desire

    She still has that thing
    That wild crazy thing
    And she still impresses me
    Compels me
    Inspires fear in me

    And I am on fire
    All over again

    The wild infatuation
    She caused in my heart

    But I was not prepared
    The sight of her
    Inspired dreams
    Of nights of love
    That was not to be fulfilled

    My heart is filled
    With wild erotic fantasies
    And I went her
    All over again

    That love Jones thing
    That wild love Jones thing
    Creeps its ugly head
    Out of the dark recess
    Of my demented soul

    Sniffing an opportunity
    To cause chaos
    Yet again

    And so I prepare
    To run away
    Ere I get consumed
    By unrequited passion
    Again

    Dreams of possible love
    And lust
    Come bubbling out
    Out of the swamps
    Of my fertile imagination

    And I pray to the gods
    To give me wisdom
    To avoid taking
    The path that leads
    To my destruction

    John (“Jake” ) Cosmos Aller is a novelist, poet, and former Foreign Service officer having served 27 years with the U.S. State Department in ten countries – Antigua, Barbados, Dominica, Grenada, Korea, India, St Kitts, St Lucia, St Vincent, Spain and Thailand. and traveled to 45 countries during his career.
    ___
    Jake has been an aspiring novelist for several years and has completed two novels, (Giant Nazi Spiders and the Great Divorce) and is pursuing publication.
    ___
    He has been writing poetry all his life and has published his poetry in electronic poetry forums, including All Poetry, Moon Café and Duane’s Poetree. (under the name Jake Lee).
    ___
    He is looking forward to transitioning to his third career – full-time novelist and poet after completing his second career as a Foreign Service officer, and his first career as an educator overseas for six years upon completion of his Peace Corps service in South Korea.
    Email: authorjakecosmosaller@gmail.com
    Linkinlin: https://kr.lin

  • to the Pain Gods

    to the pain gods

    Pain, go away
    Pain, pain go away
    Come again some other day
    Quite haunting my every moment
    Quit bothering me every single day

    Pain, Pain, God of Pain,
    What did I do to deserve such?
    Devilish pain?

    What did I do to you?
    Oh God of Pain
    Why are you punishing me?
    Every single God damn day

    Pain God Go away
    I will not believe in you
    If you do not believe in me

    Do we have a deal?
    God of Pain?

    Or will you continue to afflict me
    Every moment for the rest of life
    With this enervating pain

    Pain, pain go away
    Don’t come another day

    I wish I might
    I wish I could
    Send you away
    Forever and ever

    Banish you to hell and beyond

    Pain, pain go away
    I will not believe in you any more
    Please stop the torture

    I know that Zappa
    Says the torture
    Will never stop
    But I know the truth

    The truth may set us free
    But nothing will drive this pain away

    Pain go away
    Leave me be

    I don’t deserve this,
    I did not ask for it

    Simply go to hell
    My pain God

     
    Pain, go away
    Pain, pain go away
    Come again some other day
    Quite haunting my every moment
    Quit bothering me every single day

    Pain, Pain, God of Pain,
    What did I do to deserve such?
    Devilish pain?

    What did I do to you?
    Oh God of Pain
    Why are you punishing me?
    Every single God damn day

    Pain God Go away
    I will not believe in you
    If you do not believe in me

    Do we have a deal?
    God of Pain?

    Or will you continue to afflict me
    Every moment for the rest of life
    With this enervating pain

    Pain, pain go away
    Don’t come another day

    I wish I might
    I wish I could
    Send you away
    Forever and ever

    Banish you to hell and beyond

    Pain, pain go away
    I will not believe in you any more
    Please stop the torture

    I know that Zappa
    Says the torture
    Will never stop
    But I know the truth

    The truth may set us free
    But nothing will drive this pain away

    Pain go away
    Leave me be

    I don’t deserve this,
    I did not ask for it

    Simply go to hell
    My pain God
    i have been suffering from fibromyalgia since a jogging accident when I broke my heal and to 14 operations after I developed an MDR staff infection back in 1996. most of the time it is barely tollerable other days pretty bad as I am a connoseaur of pain I think. ©2 minutes ago, john Cosmos Aller humor • pain
     
    Poet Trapped Inside the Beast
    I have the heart of a poet
    Trapped deep within
    The soul of the beast

    Everyday I get up
    And put on my dark
    Bureaucratically correct uniform

    I turn off my soul
    Put on my phony smile
    And my plastic ideas

    And go forth
    To do battle
    With all the other soulless automats
    The nameless govbots
    The evil faceless bureaucrats
    That infests this swamp by the river

    The body snatchers came a long time ago
    They won
    We are all slaves to the system

    The system is not evil
    It is beyond such concerns

    No the system’s goal
    Is complete surrender
    Of our creativity

    The poet trapped within
    Screams
    I want out

    The bureaucrat
    Bends over and says
    Twelve years until retirement

    Then I’ll let you out for a spin
    Before locking you up for another century

    The bosses don’t care
    They merely exist to do the bidding
    Of the masters of the Universe
    The evil creatures who bought our souls
    Years ago

    And control our every thought
    With TV and media and constant monitoring

    Independent thought is illegal
    Don’t you know that by now

    And so the poet remains trapped
    Lonely, all alone
    Surrounded by the body snatched victims
    Of the evil system
    We call the Government

    Escape while you can
    Get off the net
    Get off the computer
    Run away far far away

    But remember there is no escape
    They are everywhere
    The brain dead soulless automats
    The govbots
    The evil faceless bureaucrats
    We call government workers

    They are everywhere
    Watching out for independence and free thought

    They are coming after me
    The poet screams
    And is neutralized and destroyed

    And I am now a happy corporate slave
    Working for the government
    With my soul lobotomized for the greater good

    At the end of the millennium
    We find the truth
    There is no god to save us
    From what we have become

    Smash the system
    Escape while you can
    For they will find you
    And put you
    Back into the suit of conformity

    God is not dead
    He has also been coopted
    Given money, and followers
    The Christian Coalition Controls God

    But one day
    God will escape his prison
    And free us all
    From the tyranny of the corporate monsters
    Who control our fate
    And then only then
    Will we be free

    Until that day
    The poet deep inside
    Prays, works and undermines
    The Government-Corporate master plan

    The end of the world is upon us
    God is coming back
    Or perhaps it is the devil that is coming
    Or Maybe the Lord Buddha or the Prophet Mohammed

    But one day
    Mankind will be free

    And the Poets and musicians and creative types
    Of all description
    Will throw off the yoke of the body snatchers
    And bring on a thousand years
    Of peace, love and creativity

    But Satan (God’s Evil Twin)
    Can’t be defeated forever
    He will lurk out there
    Until the time is ripe

    And mankind again falls under
    The spell of the body snatcher
    Bureaucrats and corporate clones
    Govbots and faceless bureaucrats

    And poetry and creativity
    Again is banished to the dark corners of our souls

    The poet within me
    Smiles
    Knowing that some day
    He will defeat the bureaucrats
    That so oppresses the world

    Someday
    They will be the ones
    Hiding in the shadows
    And the poet will have his revenge

    Until that day
    He bids his time

    Occasionally coming out
    Taking over my soul
    And writing these stories
    Before returning to his hiding space
    Deep within my soul

    Tomorrow I put on my suit
    And return to battle
    With all of the other clones
    Automats govbots
    And faceless bureaucrats

    And my poet
    Smiles
    Laughing while my soul
    Slowly twists
    Dying in the wind

    And I begin another day
    In the city of Washington
    The center of the beast

    Hell Central
    The center of the cosmic conspiracy
    That has lasted centuries

    Man has lost
    We are all slaves
    To the machines

    The poet screams
    But is not heard
    The machine can’t be bothered

    The system does not compute
    The anguish of crushed humanity

    The system demands
    More and more
    Until the life within is crushed
    And we embrace our enemies

    And are absorbed
    Resistance is indeed futile

    I just retired from decades working in the belly of the beast that is the USG – sometimes I thought it was evil, other times mindless and sometimes I thought i was doing good work. this poem obviously was written in my dark moods. My two antigovernment right win nut case brothers coined the term govbots but i think that they copied it from some on © 3 minutes ago, john Cosmos Aller

     
    Bombs Away

    The TV said the bombs were falling
    All over Belgrade/Baghdad, Libya, Syria
    And a thousand other lands
    All over the world

    The bombs were falling down
    All over the place

    Yes, the bombs were falling
    And I thought
    While walking down the street
    Why? Why yet again

    Do we think we can bomb our way
    Into peace and prosperity

    Why, Oh God, do we need to bomb yet again
    A country far away
    For a purpose that is not our own

    Oh, the President and the Secretary of State
    They have their reasons

    The Senators and Congressmen too
    The soldiers, sailors and marines
    All have their reason

    To unleash the power and passion and danger
    Of the horrible evil weight of the bombs

    And the military industrial state
    The deep state make a fortune
    Selling the bombs to the government
    Every bomb is a money maker
    A million bucks per bomb
    And they need millions of bombs
    Bombs away

    But the bombs don’t know
    They don’t care who you are
    All they do is fall and blow things up
    And kill everything in their wake
    That’s what bombs do

    That’s the thing that bombs do
    We don’t understand
    It’s a bomb sort of thing

    The bombs keep falling
    The TV screen shows lights and show
    And the bombs keep falling

    The TV does not show
    The innocent children
    Who die tonight
    Because the bombs fell

    Were the children asked?
    Were the mothers consulted
    Were the sons and daughters thought about?
    No

    The bombs don’t consult
    They merely fall and kill and maim
    And blow everything up in their sight

    The bombs keep falling
    And a million souls die and go to hell

    Satan in his lair
    Is happy

    He says to himself
    The bombs keep falling

    More and more people are drawn To the dark side
    The hatred and fear and violence
    Keep it up

    The bombs keep falling
    And falling

    And we walk around in our streets
    Far away from where the deaths occur

    The dead don’t scream out to us
    We don’t care

    The bombs don’t care
    They keep falling
    Doing their bomb thing

    And I wonder, yes, I wonder
    What price do we pay

    As a human race
    For the death, the destruction of the bombs

    In this day and age
    Many doubt that God exist
    And most of us don’t believe in Satan either

    But the bombs
    They know

    Satan has won
    We are all living in Hell

    And soon Satan will arise
    And rule us forever

    For we have given into our hatred and evil side
    God is watching us and says to himself

    They have chosen the bombs
    Let them have them
    Bombs away forever

    And the bombs don’t stop to think
    They don’t laugh

    They merely fall and kill and destroy
    The bombs keep falling

    And tomorrow and the next day
    The generals will talk
    The talk

    And walk the walk
    And proclaim the great victory

    And the dead with have no voice

    The dead children’s screams of terror
    Will not be heard in the courts of power

    The bombs will have won
    And we will all of us pay a price
    For all of us are the bombers

    And none of us are innocent
    We are all guilty of war crimes
    We should all be condemned to Hell

    But I forget sometimes
    We are in hell

    And God is far away
    Running away in shame
    From what he had created

    Satan is happy
    The bomb makers are ecstatic
    Another million dollars gone
    And another million dollar sale

    The bombers are proud
    The dead are merely dead

    And the bombs, the bombs
    Keep falling and falling
    Forever
    The bombs keep falling
    written originally after the bombing of Yugoslavia but updated to reflect all the other bombing campaigns since then. it seems there is always a reason to bomb but the bombs just kill and kill and kill and it will never end it seems © 2 minutes ago, john Cosmos Aller anti-war • death • pain • sad • society
     
    The Evil That Kids Do

    Yet again we turn on the TV
    And witness horrible scenes
    Of unparalleled violence, hatred and despair

    Two teenage boys
    Decide to kill all of their classmates
    Hold their school up
    Bombs waiting to destroy

    And the cry goes out throughout the land
    Why yet again this tragedy
    Why did such nice boys
    In a nice safe suburb
    Turn out to be some horrible evil creatures?

    The usual suspects are rounded up
    It’s the culture, stupid cry the conservative voices
    No, it’s the guns, cry the liberal pundits

    And we sit around and argue
    Knowing that there will be a next time
    And another time and time and time again

    What is the sickness in our souls
    That allows for this hatred to fester so
    Deep within the minds of our teenage killers

    Why do they act the way they do
    Is it just the mindless violence?
    That surrounds us all

    The pornographic display of violence
    That washes across us every day
    The 8, 000 murders we have seen
    By the time we are 18?

    Or is it simply
    That killers can easily
    Get the latest bang for their buck?

    We are all responsible here
    The negligent parents

    The overworked schools
    The TV and movie purveyors
    Of pornographic violence
    The gun dealers
    The gun makers
    The craven politicians

    Who think it is everyone’s god given right
    As a damn American
    To buy as much weaponry as possible
    To buy machine guns
    To protect themselves from other gun men

    Nothing will change
    Until we conflict the evil
    That lurks deep within each of us

    There will be another Columbine High School, another Sandy Hook
    Another Texas massacre, another Virginia Tech,
    another this and another that
    Soon enough

    Despite all of our efforts
    Despite any new laws

    There will be evil men
    Who want to shoot and kill
    Who have somehow lost
    Their essential humanity

    Lao Tze said
    The more laws there are
    The more criminals there will be

    More laws are not the answer
    For a law cannot make a sick soul whole

    We are all guilty here
    The TV and movie
    Pornographers of violence
    The parents and schools

    And most important our society itself
    For allowing our young to become
    Such evil creatures

    If Satan lives on
    He is laughing
    All the way to the proverbial bank

    If God lives on
    He is ruing the day
    He created Mankind

    And the carnage will go on and on and on
    Until the day emerges
    When we all proclaim

    Enough, no more
    The killing, hatred and violence
    Will stop

    No More will our youngsters
    Grow up to be such monsters

    That day will come soon enough
    Until then we will all suffer
    The wrath of the killer children
    In our midst.

    written after columbine but updated to reflect all the other school shootings. i may do a companion piece on the black live matters movement and all the blacks being killed by the police with inpunity. © 2 minutes ago, john Cosmos Aller
    the clock

    The damned clock
    Rings in my sleeping ear
    Reminding me with its shrill beats
    That time factory derived chimes
    Away the now distant land of Zaatari

    At night fall
    My heart comes alive
    Creeps out of its self-imposed shell
    To enter the land of Zantari

    The every day waking world
    But a shadow on the moon
    In the land of Zantari

    All is as it should be
    A mere image to see
    In the mechanical second
    We call reality

    not sure what this means other than when I dream I often am transported to other worlds as I have wild SF dreams. Zaatari is one of the planets I go to frequently © 2 minutes ago, john Cosmos Aller sf • society

  • Lost and Found

    Index of First Lines

    Lost and Found
    Donald Trump and the Vulgarians Rise to Power
    Strong Wine
    The Shape of History
    Yesterday Morning

    Lost and Found

    I was lost
    And you found me

    You walked out of my dreams
    And into my life

    And that made all the difference
    In the world

    As you entered my life
    I was all alone in this cruel world

    And you provided shelter
    And comfort

    I did not know what I wanted
    And you gave me what I wanted

    You gave me meaning
    You gave me purpose

    You gave me love
    And understanding

    peace and happiness
    Joy, laughter and fun

    You were endlessly fascinating
    Could not keep my eyes off of you

    You were the most beautiful women
    In the world to me

    And you still are
    So many years later

    Like a fine bottle of wine
    Gets better with age

    And you gave me
    Endless nights of wild lovemaking

    Which has gotten better
    As well

    And I fell under your spell
    from the day I met you

    I was lost
    And you found me

    And if you go first
    I will be lost again

    Can’t live without you
    By my side

    Thus is has always been
    Between us

    We are so entangled
    So interwoven

    And that is the way
    It was meant to me

    the voice of my doom

    walking deep in the woods
    high above the city
    near the airport

    I heard them
    then saw them

    hideous black crows
    looking at me
    cackling at me
    laughing at me
    mocking me

    calling me names

    I asked what they wanted
    they laughed
    and said
    nothing but your doom

    and they flew around me
    dive bombing me

    and surrounding me
    calling me names
    in Korean and English

    as I fled down the trail
    with the demon birds
    hot on my trail

    Donald Trump and the Vulgarians Rise to Power

    I hear them coming
    I see them coming
    I fear them coming

    Trump and the Vulgarians
    Lusting for power and revenge

    It ain’t right they say

    I hear them coming
    I see them coming
    I fear them coming

    The white man has been given the shaft
    The nigger president gone too far
    And now they want to make a bitch President

    I hear them coming
    I see them coming
    I fear them coming

    They have gone too far they shout and scream
    Anger pouring out of their faces and their whatever

    Rabid dogs from the no fly lands
    I hear them coming

    I see them coming
    I fear them coming

    The elites on the coast
    Continue to look down on the Trump

    Say he is a clown say he is a simpleton
    Say he is dangerous demagogue

    I hear them coming
    I see them coming
    I fear them coming

    But the more they sling at him
    the more they deride him
    The stronger he gets

    I hear them coming
    I see them coming
    I fear them coming

    The deplorable who support him
    Know that they have got the elites right where they want them
    Behind the barrel of their proverbial guns

    I hear them coming
    I see them coming
    I fear them coming

    The fly over country
    the fuckistanian
    Jesus land multitudes

    Are on the march on the coastal elites
    Rabble rousers out for blood tonight

    I hear them coming
    I see them coming
    I fear them coming

    And blood they will have
    If their hero their champion their Donald
    Is denied his right to rule over them?

    The rights to them have sold
    To the highest bidder

    I hear them coming
    I see them coming
    I fear them coming

    And Donald knows that he is a fraud
    A con man a film flam artist

    But he knows his marks knows his rubes
    And gives them what they want
    Gives them what they need

    I hear them coming
    I see them coming
    I fear them coming

    As they give the whole rotten system
    A god damn finger up the ass
    Hoping to blow the whole thing down

    I hear them coming
    I see them coming
    I fear them coming

    You Will Be Punished

    You Will Be Punished for Protesting
    The Principle has a message
    For those who don’t stand for the National Anthem:
    Obey or be punished.

    “You will stand, and you will stay quiet.
    If you don’t. you are going to be sent home,
    and you’re not going to have a refund of your ticket price,

    YOU WILL LOVE THIS COUNTRY OR ELSE, YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!

    I would love to see some brave students
    defying Nemeth’s idiotic proposal
    by conducting a mass sit-in during the Anthem at the next game.
    He can’t do anything about it.

    It’s appalling,
    really, because

    you have to wonder
    how awful the government classes
    must be at his school

    Is his school in the US?
    Or in North Korea?

    Do they not teach students about the Constitution anymore?
    What happens to students who refuse to say the Pledge of Allegiance?

    Are they punished, too?

    What happens to athletes
    who remain seated during the Anthem?
    Will they be allowed to play at all?

    When will Nemeth issue an apology?

    (When he stops being an ignorant fool,

    I would also love to hear him explain

    — in a video to the students —

    why he’s wrong about this issue.)

    “The statement made by the principal of Lely High School
    arises out of a context
    in which students
    in the stands
    at a school athletic event

    we’re being disruptive
    at the start of
    and during the national anthem.

    He has spoken
    with our students

    to explain that his statement
    was based upon the disruption
    that school administrators observed occurring.

    The district recognizes a student’s First Amendment right
    to express his/her thoughts and ideas.
    For now

    But if President Trump Becomes President
    All bets are off
    Ha ha ha

    However, the law refuses to see
    As Frank Zappa sang so many years ago

    That there is no great society
    As it applies to you and me
    Unless your uncle owns the store

    if a student paid to see a game
    and sat quietly in the stands
    during the national anthem,
    we would not remove the student.

    The student is seeing the game
    at that point
    as a member of the public.

    True patriotism is upholding the First Amendment right to free speech.”

    All Hail President Trump
    The invincible
    Leader of our great country

    Strong Wine

    One night
    I was starring
    In my wine glass

    Deep in thought
    When I saw
    Something in my wine

    That haunts me still
    I saw in the bottom of the glass

    Evil doers abandon evil
    And became saints

    I saw rich men give up
    Their awesome greed

    And poor people
    Awarded dignity

    And all men
    Became brothers

    All women
    Became sisters

    And war ended once and for all
    And peace broke out
    And hatred disappear

    And I stared
    Into my glass wine

    I drink the wine
    Hoping the vision

    Would infect me
    And change the world

    But alas the world
    Remained the same

    The evil doers came back
    The rich continued to conspire
    And the poor still remained poor
    And the war continued on and on

    So I drank my wine
    And went to sleep

    The Shape of History

    Once I too had ambition
    I had the usual dreams of glory and grandeur
    All I wanted to be was to be a great creative genius

    Only I did not know
    How to kiss ass creatively

    Once I had dreams of greatness
    I would be glorious and free
    All would envy and admire

    This man so noble and great
    Now I am tied down in mirthless mire

    Once I hustled
    Once I took no shit from anyone

    Once I wanted the universe
    Now I am contended to shit

    And refuse to bustle
    Why bother anymore

    In the gathering gloom
    Of the foreseeable future

    One thing is certain
    I do not want a room

    On the scrap heap of society
    And yet that might be my fate

    Yesterday Morning

    Yesterday morning, I awoke
    Like most mornings

    I was still dead I walked
    Out of my drug infested slum
    Into my computerized car

    Down the freeways of my mind
    Searching for the pot of golden dreams

    I stopped in at a Resturant
    Drank copious amounts of free coffee

    And saw all the people

    One by one disappearing into the crowds
    All I knew was wrong

    Or worst yet a figment of your imagination
    Every person changed

    Transformed into an interchangeable computer’s robot

    All the same
    All the same

    Everything living in instant suburbia
    Moving their meaningless life

    All the same all the same

    Not me screamed my coffee as I sat

    Yet another victim
    Of our creeping collective insanity

    Just cogs in the wheel
    Cogs in the wheel

    And so I go down the road
    And get in line

  • Microsoft Why I left You

    Microsoft Why I left You

    Microsoft Why I left You

    computer error message
    evil computer

    why microsoft sucks

    Dear Microsoft

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

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

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

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

    50% error rate Un-acceptable

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

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

    Apple, Google Docs Always Work

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

    Excel Destroyed my Documents – For No Reason I Can understand

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

    Tech Support Was Not Helpful

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

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

    Dictation Program  Produces Great Found Poetry

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

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

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

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

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

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

    Jake Cosmos Aller

    Ex-Microsoft customer

    More Microsoft Found Poems

    more found poetry

    All night I felt
    that last Internet space

    I’m wondering About Future
    and about me

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

    Helping the best
    Ashland I can be

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

    Were home
    Too many things to do

    and I Well
    Just him and I can eat
    to do

    And hopefully
    The world make me laugh

    yes again
    I sound fun too

    Another Found Poem

    I wake up fully functional
    Thinking out

    My life so far
    and how it is coming down

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

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

    Shonisaurus
    Hi Hey sis are watching
    And I should be Happy

    What’s my accomplishments

    Not bad for a for a man
    Who was born Disability
    Amazon let me know my license

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

    and Endgo

    some and then being term
    and then USA

    and then Washington, DC
    and then Baltimore

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

    will be OK enough tomorrow
    I need to go to the house and 88 AM 988
    just 8:00 AM.

    The I am having a meeting with an array
    annually and aHer
    a OK on we’re going to talk

    to a jester of two
    come up with solutions

    we need to two fans
    and players

    repaid the painting repairs
    we are paying the bill

    from both the house we’ve passed,
    my treatment
    we had the somewhat tainted drywall fixed

    we have a new tenant
    rules being new tenant

    is a very good
    10

    I think
    are we were making

    very much you need to do better
    to stop of studies

    now me as Sarah
    Mr. Allen not an island

    is an error
    that have a need

    for an offense of offering Maisie’s
    backing separate

    from the public
    often salad

    End of the night
    of the committee
    of the ways

    to hire the answer you
    get a better

    Microsoft Dictation trials Found Poem Three Inspection Report

    Inspection report
    meeting went well

    met with him
    only at age six

    G P silver in the damage
    is shown her

    the news from the rear
    and as well as shown
    for the termite damage.

    In the termite
    go we had been a UGS

    the basic questions of morality
    and using this statement

    denying them the answer
    most questions

    afterwards
    we went outside
    to take a picture

    although the front porch
    into I noticed

    there was something
    very strange looking

    at the front porch
    the pedestal

    on the front porch
    were quoted

    so he headed
    from facing the street

    and in from the street
    station house

    the fed is still on
    riding his meaning

    to the eye
    and that has left his leading

    to the left
    we noticed

    there were cracks
    in the forge:

    long the foliage
    including the crack
    on in the front door

    we also know
    is that the doors

    are at opening
    in the awkward men

    we also noticed
    a big crowd

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

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

    left as to his meeting
    in Ford’s 111415

    in the right one
    is even for now

    we suspect that uses serious settlement issue
    in that the house is cracking

    on the house
    in the house

    is trying to balance
    its closing the porch
    this is just

    what left
    in the says
    this is a serious issue

    we are sending information
    to a lawyer

    asked his advice

    before we can’t turn our
    insurance for content and
    Rescinded the new

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

    for the deal
    gainst the key man
    this evening

    I hope to do some writing
    style dictation

    Poem Four Green Tree Death

    Green tree

    is in the Kingstown Property
    in Alexandria

    with her mother
    and are tended to Jeff

    my mother in the wall
    is berating jobs for some reason

    to handle
    and tell my mother to calm down

    as Jeff has a temper problem
    job is getting very angry

    Juppe pulls out a gun
    and serves the shooting of my mother

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

    my wife forays into a closet
    and Hans hoping that jobs

    will not find her
    and she wonders

    what would happen know
    that her mother

    in all my mother’s death
    and the she wonders

    what will happen

    because im not there
    at the time

    and she fears Jeff
    shooting in the wall

    and that is the end
    of the current in that age

    Poem Five Telco One

    Telco one
    not until 5:00 PM
    had objected

    lack of will
    come back
    and go to some of actor dinner

    will fix the car tomorrow
    and work on my appeal

    light work
    and the appeal
    denied me

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

    on Thursday
    will build

    and Costco tomorrow
    dictation is working

    but still funky
    but it will when it finally works

    watch and at the showboat
    Mr. Sunshine

    before taking all along
    that low energy

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

    Poem Six Late for Fate

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

    Almost an hour late
    For my fate

    Left it there
    and went and got my dentures

    Had lunch
    Add my brother in law

    Usual Tom chat Tom

    Not bad
    Went back to get mother

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

    Kim and moon went to beckton son
    That was very interesting

    to see kim and moon
    impact Kim and moon impacting son

    Where a lot of my eyes book
    and almost finished it

    Got some new novels out
    To Stephen King short stories
    and a Randy Wayne white

    Credimi and rim dot Florida
    novel those we nice

    and Thomas doing
    Also got some my music

    Poem Seven Barriers Between Worlds Fall Apart

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

    Anne People
    for my eyes only

    Find themselves wandering the streets
    Off Thorth

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

    All the animals
    in earth wake up
    in can speak

    And they have a lot to say

    24 hours total madness
    All the barriers

    between the various dimensions
    break down

    And then the worm hole disappears
    and that down overwhelms
    I put back to get

    I am With the Wizard of Oz
    Watching The breakdown
    of The dimensional barrier of time and space

    Afterwards I work with Glenda
    To try to put A permanent Magical barrier

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

    But I’m afraid

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

    the impact of damn Packers
    and talking animals

    Continued to prepare for 8
    And The world is well

    Poem Eight  Lost in Oz

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

    following his secret dircections
    I make it before he dies

    and meet up with Ausma
    Dorothy and the remaining Parts of her party

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

    Poem 11 On the Move

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

    owns polling
    is seeking corrections

    and I’m drawing
    and one on one

    with a home run
    to the wizard

    and working

    and the crow
    and on to win

    their fight

    to save one small one
    from on the mission

    Poem 11 Ancient Rome

    And find myself in ancient Rome
    I am in the emperial room

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

    I enjoyed me lemper
    But I have many enemies
    And I’m free

    Poem 12 Transformations

    I am asleep
    And wake up

    Last Ash change rooms
    and found and I had been transformed
    by my evil witch

    Into a red Paul
    I wondered

    Should I tell Anne
    I found that I was in August

    Eventually I’ve met Glenda
    the good Dan

    Where is he
    We jump start
    to my original shape

    I am in an coma
    When the sun hits her ears

    Make me go to munch on
    Well I need

    Poem 12 Visions of New Seoul

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

    Hey would me
    High speed train links

    Csullo Anne Canyon
    And in China airport

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

    No new Capitol
    movie build impounding

    John patrick

    hey a central business district
    will be located In time

    And a diplomatic quarter
    will be located in Palmer John

    which will be
    This side of the new blue house

    as well the new Capitol
    with links to China

    Poem 12 Love at First Sight

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

    because in the prior life
    one had human issues with those persons

    and still need to be resolved
    and you will fated

    to meet them again and again and again

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

    when I met on balls Dr. Baden
    David Moran

    We ran into each other
    we hated each other

    and first moment
    when that a new course

    he once tried to kick me
    out of that foreign service
    while acting behind my back

    one evil despicable evening

    Poem 13 alien invasion

    The first encounter
    with the aliens

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

    they landed
    and attacked everywhere

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

    and the aliens
    were very did not treat human beings

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

    and I capture
    an evening in the alien
    and we take it and

    for interdiction (interogration)

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

    Poem 14 Ozma’s Magic Book Reveals All

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

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

    distance an each is something
    she cums to her friends

    that they can have one meal
    of firewalls arms

    and they can look at the land of ours
    by USA

    and the images
    they can pull out individual
    and see what they are doing

    are with us

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

    out what’s happening
    in the levels

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  • Down in the Dirt Poems

    Down in the Dirt has published a number of my poems in 2017 and 2018. Check it out.

    Charles Bukowski Road Not Chosen

    And Other Poems

    By Jake Cosmos Aller

    Published in Down in the Dirt

    Charles Bukowski Road Not Chosen

    John (“Jake”) Cosmos Aller

    While reading Charles Bukowski poetry
    On the metro ride home
    Listening to Buddha bar music
    On my oh too hip IPod

    I begin to see myself as I was
    Over 30 years ago when I was merely a bit player
    A minor character in a Charles Bukowski poem

    A wild young underemployed intellectual
    Hanging out in dismal bars and dives all over Asia and California
    Hanging with disreputable women and drunks and drinkers
    And characters out of his kinds of haunts

    A mad poet bard of the underground
    A drunken poet in a drunken bum show
    That nightly played in his head

    Then one day I met the women of my dreams
    And went down a different path
    A long slow path to respectability

    And now 30 years later
    I am no longer a wild man
    I am still a poet at heart
    But I am now also a bureaucrat
    In a button down suite

    Doing the people’s business
    Working for the Government
    I’ve become the Man

    Sometimes I wonder
    Would I have been better off
    Going down that another path

    Would I have ended up
    Somewhere else
    Doing something else

    Would I have been as happy
    Would I have been as successful?

    There is no answer that satisfies
    The longing in my heart
    For that wild thing
    That still lurks beneath
    It’s civilized cover

    And I know that I am still
    A mad poet at heart
    Railing against the injustice of the world

    As I work day by day in the belly of the great beast of State
    I recall the ancient Chinese saying,
    “Confucian during the day while Taoist rebel at night”
    Playing out in my head and nightly dreams
    In the true American Upper class patrician tradition

    I close the book and look out the window
    Get off the train, and walk slowly home

    And realize I had no choice
    But to take the path that I’ve trodden on

    And so I put aside my misgivings
    And say goodbye to my “Bukowskian”desires
    For another night of domestic contentment

    Was it worth it all to take the conventional path
    And not take the bohemian road to hell and back

    I look at my wife and realize
    I had no choice, had no choice
    But to follow her to the ends of the earth

    And beyond by her side as we walked our path
    Of shared destiny

    Goodbye Charles Bukowski wherever you are
    May I meet you in a bar in the next life
    And figure out where we should have gone

    Until then the drinks are on me.

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    Fallen Dreams Litter the Ground

    John (“Jake”) Cosmos Aller

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

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

    The dark skies mirror
    The darkness that settled over our land

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

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

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

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    My Name Is Nobody

    John (“Jake”) Cosmos Aller

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

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

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

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

    And I am legend
    Everywhere and nowhere

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

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

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

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

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    Strangeness in the Air

    John (“Jake”) Cosmos Aller

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

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

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

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

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  • poetic rants

    Driving to the End of the World

    Driving to the end of the world
    The end times approach

    Driving through the smoke-filled air
    North of Mt Shasta
    Heart of Bigfoot country

    End of the world images
    Fill my head with dismal
    end of the world visions
    the apocalypse is upon us

    The wicked evil as hell
    blood red sun
    Leers at me with an evil grin

    Screaming at me
    What fools these mortals be

    Global climate change
    Is as real as the smoky fires
    That Burn and burn and burn
    As our leaders turn turn turn away

    They Can’t handle the truth
    They will sacrifice all life on earth

    So the oil and coal barons
    The so-called masters of the universe

    Can make their obscene profits
    Sending the rest of us to hell

    Tuesday, 2 January 2018

    Merry Christmas from your friends at AT&T

    Sometimes I wonder
    About the morality of the corporate giants
    That rule our world

    On the day before Christmas
    AT and T received a huge Christmas gift
    From the President of the United States

    The biggest tax cut in U.S. History
    And the President proclaimed
    That it would unleash jobs jobs jobs

    Apparently, ATT never got the memo
    And they announced thousands of layoffs
    The day before Christmas

    A true PR nightmare
    That could have been avoided
    They could have waited two weeks

    And announced their restructuring plan
    After the New Years

    But no they decided to show the world
    Their true colors

    Heartless soulless monsters
    Who don’t give a damn
    About their workers, their customers
    Or their employees

    And certainly are not Christians
    Though I am sure that they think
    They are doing what Jesus would

    All they care about
    Is feathering their own pockets

    Is it any wonder
    That Americans hate the big corporations
    That rule us like ancient emperors?

    And will they fade away
    Into the dustbin of history

    One can only pray
    For such a Christmas miracle

    It’s a Gun Situation, Mr President

    Mr. President
    You are wrong once again.
    You said that the tragic events in Texas

    And Las Vegas were not “gun situations”
    But rather, were mental health problems

    And that in Texas if there had been gun controls
    Perhaps fewer people would have died

    Mr. President
    I know you a smart man,
    The smartest man in the world
    According to you

    So please contemplate this fact:
    According to the latest findings,

    It is a gun situation
    In fact, the reason the U.S.
    Has so many gun deaths

    Is because we have so many guns,
    45% of the world’s guns in fact

    And 33 percent of the world’s shooters
    Are Americans killing other Americans

    And most of them, the majority of them,
    Are White People killing other people

    Not murdering terrorists.
    Most are in fact,
    Out-of-control citizens.

    So Mr. President
    When will you come to your senses

    And do what 90 percent of the public wants,
    Enact nationwide effective gun controls?

    And tell the NRA
    they can take their blood money elsewhere

    When Mr. President
    When will you act
    When will you take charge

    And become a President of the people
    Instead of the President of the NRA?

    When will this Madness end?

    Yet again we turn on the TV
    And witness horrible scenes
    Of unparalleled violence, hatred, and despair

    An old man consumed by his own demons
    Opens fire from a hotel room
    Killing 58 people injuring hundreds

    In Las Vegas, Sin City
    And the cry goes out throughout the land

    Why yet again this tragedy?
    The usual suspects are rounded up

    It’s the culture, stupid, cry the conservative voices
    Guns are the price of our freedom
    Guns Don’t Kill People

    The only solution is more guns for everyone
    The only solution for a bad guy with a gun
    Is a good guy with a gun

    An armed society is a polite society

    No, it’s the guns, cry the liberal pundits

    We must confiscate the guns
    Ban Assault weapons
    And join the rest of the world

    Where such carnage does not occur
    And we sit around and argue

    Knowing that there will be a next time
    And another time and time and time again

    Until the end of time
    What is the sickness in our souls

    That allows for this hatred to fester so
    Deep within the minds of our killers

    Nothing will change
    Until we confront the evil
    That lurks deep within each of us

    There will be another Las Vegas
    Soon enough

    Donald Trump, Our Great Compassionate Dear Leader

    As an elderly man falls
    In front of him
    During a charity dinner event
    Hitting his head bleeding out

    Quote the MAGA Donald Trump our future dear leader

    “It is disgusting. I mean the guy was bleeding
    all over the nice marble floor”

    Donald Trump the self-proclaimed
    saviour of the nation
    Could not be bothered to lift a finger

    “Thank God for the marines who took out the garbage
    But they left a mess on the nice marble floor
    And ruined their nice uniforms”
    and disrupted a fine dinner

    Did he call the grieving family the next day
    Of course not

    Quote the Great Leader, the Donald

    “I forgot to call.” That is not his thing at all
    And still, I wonder

    How such a disgusting excuse
    For a human being became

    The leader of the greatest nation
    On earth

    And what it means for the future
    Is it proof that we are doomed
    That America is in the final stage
    Of terminal decline?

    Or will Americans take
    out the garbage
    From the white house?

    Fake Calls by John (“Jake”) Cosmos Aller

    Every day I get woken up
    As the sun comes up
    By my phone ringing

    With a fake call

    It seems that the only people
    Whoever bother to call me

    Are the fake call people

    Who all call me
    With fake sincerity

    Offering me a great deal
    On this and that scam

    I curse at them
    Yell at them
    Mutter obscenities in foreign tongues

    And block their calls
    Yet it does not seem to matter

    The next call will be
    Yet another fake call

    Am I doomed to receive
    Fake calls until I day I die

    I turn on my computer

    And read my fake news accounts
    And watch TV for the latest fake news

    And the politicians lying
    And the criminals scheming

    To take my money

    The Zappa song comes to mind

    You will obey me while I lead you
    And eat the garbage that I feed you
    Until the day that we don’t need you

    Don’t go for help . . . no one will heed you
    Your mind is totally controlled

    It has been stuffed into my mold
    And you will do as you are told
    Until the rights to you are sold

    That’s right, folks . . .

    Don’t touch that dial

    And I scream to the universe
    Just leave me alone

    Then the phone rings

  • Five Poems About Noise

    Five Poems about Noise

    By

    Jake (John) Cosmos Aller

    Index

    Lost in Internet Space

    Shutting Down the Noise

    It Don’t Mean Shit

    Noise

    Nonsense

    Lost in Internet Space (Microsoft dictation Found Poem)

    All night I felt lost

    In that last Internet space

    Lost and consumed by the constant noise

    All around us

    Consumed with anxiety

    I’m wondering About Future

    and about me

    And finally decided

    Just focus I’m living day by day

    Helping the best

    Ashland I can be

    I’m not Worry too much

    About things I can’t control

    Were home

    Too many things to do

    and I Well

    Just him and I can eat

    to do

    And hopefully

    The world make me laugh

    yes again

    I sound fun too

    Shutting down the Noise

    Watching from afar

    The endless constant changing

    Reality that is the Trump Presidency

    Watching one political norm after another

    Tossed aside at the mercurial whim of the President

    And the right wing spin machine at work

    And the left wing

    Saying the world is ending

    And everything is going to hell

    As I sucked into the void

    Watching watching watching

    As the political process

    Destroys the country

    And the world

    Then I realized

    It is all a delusion

    It means nothing

    And the world is not ending

    At least not today

    I shut off the TV

    I realize that I would be happier

    If I just shut it all down

    Shut down the internet

    Shut down the media

    Shut off the radio

    Put down the newspaper

    And cut through the noise machine

    That surronds us 24/7

    Listen to classical music

    Listin to old time blues

    Go with a walk with my wife

    Enjoy the day

    And let the noise of the media

    Fade away into nothingness

    It Don’t Mean Shit

    Watching the news

    Sucked into the The 24/7 noise machine,

    Watching the constant lies, spin, accusations counter accusations

    Dark conspiracies, deep state, fake news, Evil plots, The Trump reality TV show

    Run amuck, The Republicans in congress, Fiddling as the world burns

    And the democrats Fanning the flames of discontent Just like the Republicans did

    For eight years under Obama

    I breath deeply

    Turn off the TV

    And go for a walk

    In the hills

    Just to get away

    From the nosie of the world

    Just for a moment

    Mr. Natural

    That beloved 60’s mascot

    Used to say

    It don’t meet shit

    And just went trucking along

    But as I tried to recall that wisdom

    My resolve only lasts a few minutes

    soon enough I am

    sucked back into another marathon

    Watching the news

    The noise that surrounds us

    Driving us mad

    As the anxiety consumes us all

    In the new Trump world order

    Noise

    Nothing but constant noise
    On the air,

    In the internet
    Surrounding us 24/7
    Everywhere we turn

    Nonsense – Nothing but noise

    Nothing but nonsense, noise, chattering idiots

    On the news, on the internet, all over the place

    Nothing but nonsense, noise about dark conspiracies

    Seldom is spoken a word of truth

    Even in the darkest corner of the world

    Nothing but noise when you turn on the TV

    Sometimes I want to smash my TV

    Eventually the mood fades and I am drawn back into its embrace

    © Copyright 2018 JCosmos (jcosmos at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.

  • computer poetry added

    desktop,business,internet,text,technology,horizontal,communication,world wide web

     

    Microsoft  How I Hate You

     

    For thirty years I have had the Microsoft blues

    For thirty years I have had a love hate relationship

    With my damn computer

     

    I love it when it works as it advertised

    I love it when the internet is fast and furious

    I love it when my emails work

    My Itunes work and my word works

     

    But all too often

    All I get is grief

     

    It starts with the error messages

    Written in a strange haiku like language

    That only computer geeks understand

     

    Things like

    General Failure reading disk drive

    Begs the question who is this General Failure

    And why is he reading my disk drive anyway?

     

    Or my favorite

    “Not responding” as the computer freezes up

    For no apparent reason

    Other than to fuck with my head

     

    Sometimes my computer can’t find a printer

    A printer that is connected to the computer

    And one that they found five minutes ago

     

    And the dreaded blue screen of death

    That appears randomly

    Dumping memory somewhere

     

    And killing my computer slowly

    As I watch in real time

     

    Powerless to stop

    How it eats all my work

    That I have failed to back up

     

    One day I counted how many times

    I ran into computer errors

    70 percent of the time when I open Microsoft

    Something goes wrong

     

    Sometimes I want to shoot my computer

    Put it out of its misery

     

    As I curse up a blue storm

    The computer looks at me

    With an evil grin

    It continues to fuck with my head

     

    Nothing but silence from it

    And all the other computers in the world

    They smile knowing that they have tortured me

    Yet again

     

    Mission accomplished.

     

     

     

    Computer Blues (revised)

     

    Sometimes I think

    My computer is plotting against me

    And only me

    Trying deliberately to drive me mad

     

    My computer knows when I am busy

    Then it throws a hissy fit

     

    Refuses to boot up

    Crashes constantly

    Looses data that it had the day before

    Or five minutes before

    Or refuses to save the data

     

    Just fucks with me

    As it loves toying with me

    Making me yell and scream

    At my damn computer screen

     

    Cursing up a blue stream of blue curses

    As the blue screen of death

    Marches across the dark blue screen

     

     

    Smiling at me

    As I beg it

    To do what

    it is supposed to do

     

    Just once I beg it

    Do what you are supposed to

    Open the document once

    Not twenty times

     

    Do not not respond

    In endless loops of opening

    Not responding refusing to close

    Until I respond to the error code

     

    Please Mr. Computer

    Quit playing games

    Play my music

    Don’t wipe out the sound

    On the fifth attempt to play music

     

    Don’t take an half hour to load Microsoft products

    Don’t freeze up on opening ITUNES or Groove or Spotify

    Don’t give me computer haiku error messages

    That only make sense to computer geeks

     

    Such as general error reading files

    Who the ***** is this damn general

    And why is NSA reading my files

     

    Or can’t save the file

    Or can’t save the an open file

    When it just did ten times in a role

     

    And in Microsoft excel

    Refusing to move the cursor

    Just freezing in place for a moment

     

    And all the other gobblygook messages

    That pop up every five minutes it seems

    As the computer slowly drives me mad

     

    Do what you are supposed to do

    That is all I ask of you

     

     

    More Computer Blues

     

    Sometimes I think

    My computer is plotting against me

    Trying deliberately to drive me mad

     

    My computer knows when I am busy

    Then it throws a hissy fit

     

    Refuses to boot up

    Crashes constantly

    Looses data that it had the day before

     

    Just fucks with me

    As it loves toying with me

    Making me yell and scream

    At my damn TV

     

    Smiling at me

    As I beg it

    To do what

    it is supposed to do

     

    Prayer for  Computer (send to Microsoft)

     

    Every morning

    I start my day

    Cursing my damn computer

    Been doing this for 30 some years

    Since I bought my first computer

    The Atari back in the 80’s

     

    There is always something

    Once I spilled coffee

    On my first computer

    The screen fizzled

     

    Then green 666 appears

    Endless repetition

    Of the evil number from revelations

     

    Freaked me out

    It was 1984 after all

    Was my computer making a political point?

     

    Then of course

    Endless blue screens of death

    Fatal error reading disk drive

     

    And my favorite computer error haiku

    General Failure Reading Disk Drive

    Begging the unanswerable question

    Who is this General Failure

    And why is he reading my disk drive

     

    Years ago a computer techie

    Told me the secret

    that they don’t want you to know

     

    99% of computer problems

    Can be solved by rebooting

    And 99% of the time

    No one knows what went wrong

    Or how to fix it

    And so it goes and goes

     

    Endless computer meltdowns

    Mostly harmless

     

    A couple of malware incidents

    Once my computer was possessed

    By evil malware that kept opening

     

    And once I had an early version

    Of ransom wear

    My computer warned me

    A dangerous virus had infected

    My computer

    Pay us money to fix it now

     

    Had to take my computer to the shop

    Reformate the hard drive

    To remove that computer bug

     

    But once my computer just died

    Loosing half my recent data

    Just because it wanted to

    No reason given

     

    So today instead of cursing up a blue storm

    Of my own personal blue screen of death

    I offer this short prayer to the computer gods

     

    Today just for today

    When I turn you on

    I want you to do what you are supposed to do

    Everything works

    Everything is fast

    And no more damn computer error haiku

    Just do your fucking job

     

     

    icrosoft How I Hate You

     

    For thirty years I have had the Microsoft blues

    For thirty years I have had a love hate relationship

    With my damn computer

     

    I love it when it works as it advertised

    I love it when the internet is fast and furious

    I love it when my emails work

    My Itunes work and my word works

     

    But all too often

    All I get is grief

     

    It starts with the error messages

    Written in a strange haiku like language

    That only computer geeks understand

     

    Things like

    General Failure reading disk drive

    Begs the question who is this General Failure

    And why is he reading my disk drive anyway?

     

    Or my favorite

    “Not responding” as the computer freezes up

    For no apparent reason

    Other than to fuck with my head

     

    Sometimes my computer can’t find a printer

    A printer that is connected to the computer

    And one that they found five minutes ago

     

    And the dreaded blue screen of death

    That appears randomly

    Dumping memory somewhere

     

    And killing my computer slowly

    As I watch in real time

     

    Powerless to stop

    How it eats all my work

    That I have failed to back up

     

    One day I counted how many times

    I ran into computer errors

    70 percent of the time when I open Microsoft

    Something goes wrong

     

    Sometimes I want to shoot my computer

    Put it out of its misery

     

    As I curse up a blue storm

    The computer looks at me

    With an evil grin

    It continues to fuck with my head

     

    Nothing but silence from it

    And all the other computers in the world

    They smile knowing that they have tortured me

    Yet again

     

    Mission accomplished.

     

     

     

    Computer Blues (revised)

     

    Sometimes I think

    My computer is plotting against me

    And only me

    Trying deliberately to drive me mad

     

    My computer knows when I am busy

    Then it throws a hissy fit

     

    Refuses to boot up

    Crashes constantly

    Looses data that it had the day before

    Or five minutes before

    Or refuses to save the data

     

    Just fucks with me

    As it loves toying with me

    Making me yell and scream

    At my damn computer screen

     

    Cursing up a blue stream of blue curses

    As the blue screen of death

    Marches across the dark blue screen

     

     

    Smiling at me

    As I beg it

    To do what

    it is supposed to do

     

    Just once I beg it

    Do what you are supposed to

    Open the document once

    Not twenty times

     

    Do not not respond

    In endless loops of opening

    Not responding refusing to close

    Until I respond to the error code

     

    Please Mr. Computer

    Quit playing games

    Play my music

    Don’t wipe out the sound

    On the fifth attempt to play music

     

    Don’t take an half hour to load Microsoft products

    Don’t freeze up on opening ITUNES or Groove or Spotify

    Don’t give me computer haiku error messages

    That only make sense to computer geeks

     

    Such as general error reading files

    Who the ***** is this damn general

    And why is NSA reading my files

     

    Or can’t save the file

    Or can’t save the an open file

    When it just did ten times in a role

     

    And in Microsoft excel

    Refusing to move the cursor

    Just freezing in place for a moment

     

    And all the other gobblygook messages

    That pop up every five minutes it seems

    As the computer slowly drives me mad

     

    Flashing the final insult

    User driven mad

    Mission accomplished

     

     

     

    Lost Soul

     

    She lost her best friend

    when she was seven years old

     

    she fled the war

    with her siblings

    and her mother

    and her best friend Teddy

     

    as she fled the war

    she got swept up

    in the endless battles

     

    and got separated

    just her and Teddy remained

     

    as she crossed the desert alone

    in the middle of the night

     

    La Immigration

    grabbed her

    and took her way

     

    and Teddy lost his life

    tossed aside

    in a trash can

     

    by a heartless immigration agent

    who did not give a damn

    that he was destroying her life

     

    as she cried out

    Teddy was no more

     

    and she was thrown into the cage

    and become just another

    one of the endless victims

    of the endless war

     

     

    My Heart is in Your Hands

     

    My love

    My heart belongs to you

    And is in your hands

     

    As you look at me

    And as I slowly dissolve

    Into the ocean of your love

     

    Disappearing into you

    And you into me

     

    And all that I am

    And all I will become

    Is my love for you

    That you hold in your hands

     

     

    worlds unending

     

    One day

    I was alone

    in my lonely author’s studio

    starting at the globe

    spinning silently in the room

     

    Imagining other worlds

    other possibilities

    when the globe stopped spinning

    and images appeared

    of other worlds

    other places

     

    and I was drawn into the globe

    and found myself

    in ancient Narnia

    walking the realm

    searching for the fabled lion

    Aslan was waiting

    and I was late

     

    then I found myself

    in the world between worlds

    looking down

    on all of the known universe

     

    wondering where did I belong

    and looked up

    and saw my lunch calling me

    back to my humble studio

     

    and thus ended my day

    traveling the worlds beyond

    imagination

     

    all lost in the space

    in my cosmic head

     

     

     

    Climbing the Mountain

     

    climbing the mountain

    heading to heaven

     

    seeking sanshin

    the spirit of the mountain

     

    as I reach the cosmic peak

    wondering what does it all mean

     

    nothing but the silent sunrise

    is an answer

     

     

    Coffee Desires

     

    I like my coffee

    Like I like my women

     

    Dark and Hot as hell,

    Yet delightfully heavenly sweet

    As heaven itself

     

    My daily hot coffee fix

    Sends Me to Heaven

    then Crashes into Hell

     

    Coffee is my last legal vice

    It is a drug

    That does what a drug should do

     

    Gets me going

    Flying me high

    Into the sky

     

    And coffee

    Makes the world go round

    As we fall under its spell

     

    And become its slave

    Needing our daily fix

     

     

     

    Barbados Dreaming

     

    on a windy cold damn day

    in the winter months

    my thoughts are draw

     

    to my secret winter hideaway

    Barbados

    my lovely secret happy place

     

    and I dream of the beaches

    the sun and moon

    dancing on the water

     

    and the endless rounds

    of rum afterward

     

    and I am happy

    and free

    splashing in the warm waters

    without a care in the world

     

    Barbados calling me

    on a winter’s night

     

    and I must heed the call

    before I go mad

    with the snow and the cold

    and the madness all around

     

    Barbados is calling

    and I must go

    here there be Dragons

     

     

    Here there be Dragons

     

    Traveling in the ends of the world

    on an epic voyage

    to the back and beyond

     

    we enter the dreaded

    forbidden seas

    that lie at the end of the world

     

    here there be dragons

    the old salty sailors

    warn each other

    over their rum

     

    in the last bar

    in the known universe

     

    headless of their claims

    we sail on into the unknown

    entering the forbidden oceans

     

    and then we see them

    the dragons of doom

    they surround the ship

    tormenting us

     

    with their evil cries

    as they dive the ship

    picking us one by one

     

    and we sail into the cursed sea

    one by one the dragons

    pick us off

     

    until I am the last man

     

     

     

     

    raindrops of doom

     

    the raindrops of doom

    falls slowly to the ground

    along the way

    accumulating acid

    and other poisons

     

    as it falls towards the earth

    becoming ever more deadly

    as birds fly in and out

     

    the raindrops of doom

    do not care

    as they fall to their death

     

    raining death

    from afar

    all part of God’s plan

     

    God commands the rain

    and the raindrops of doom

    fall to the ground

    killing everyone they encounter

     

    on the last day

    of the planet earth

     

     

     

    The Cherub of True Love

     

    37 years ago

     

    the cherub of love

    was flying around the world

    looking for love

    in all the wrong places

    hoping to bestow

    his special gift

    of true love

     

    and the cherub of love

    saw me

    and my wife

    yet to be

     

    and he decided

    we were it

    for that’s day’s qouta

     

    He was far behind

    as he usually was

     

    so he sprung his arrow

    of love

     

    straight through my heart

    infecting me with instant love

    and desire

     

    and smiled

    as the arrow of love

    went in deep

     

    and saw my wife

    and infected her as well

     

    mission accomplished

    he returned to heaven

     

    happy

    as he saw true love

    blossom in our hearts

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    The Indian’s Revenge

     

     

    Sitting in the land of lost souls

    In the casino of the dammed

     

    Watching all the pathetic losers

    Seduced by the spinning lights

    The constant small payoffs

     

    And the constant noise

    And fake almost hit it

    Nonsense

     

    Watching the fools

    Have their money

    Taken by the unfeeling machines

    Of the devil

     

    Watching the old

    Drain away their pensions

    And the young their hard-earned dollars

     

    Then I win 70 dollars

    And felt that I won

    Had cheated the evil system

     

    But the casino monsters

    Smiled and laughed

    Knowing that I would be back

     

    And all the other suckers

    Just another victim

    Another night in an Indian Casino

     

    Truly the Indian’s revenge

    On the white man

     

    For stealing their land

    And their wealth

     

    As they extract their revenge

    one slot machine pull after another

    one roulette spin after another

    one craps shot after another

    one poker game after another

     

    Until the ends of time

    And we all are called to account

     

     

     

     

     

    last women in the world

     

    I am the last women in the world

    Everyone else

    has been taken over

    by the evil others

     

    body snatchers

    that had arrived

    and taken over

    everyone

    one by one

    and everyone was gone

     

    and I was all alone

    in a crowd filled with strangers

    all of them

     

    not a single real human being

    left alive

     

    and I wander the crowds

    looking for someone

    someone that is still human

    hoping that I am not

    the last woman on earth

     

     

     

     

    Last Woman on Earth

    The last woman on earth

    Stands in a deep forest

    Contemplating the end of the world

    The end of civilization

    The end of time itself

     

    She stares out at the dark forest

    Watching the world reclaim itself

    Watching mankind fade away into dust

     

    The last woman in the world

    Clutches her bible against her chest

    Wondering why God had forsaken her

     

     

    She screams out to God

    But no answer

    Only the silence of the wilderness

    And the silence in her heart

     

    The end of the world

    Came over night

    Only she survived the final bio plague

     

    She fled the crumbling ruins of the city

    Sought refuge in the forest

     

    And found she could not die

    And she wanders the world

    Looking for survivors

     

    And so the world ends

    And mankind fades away

     

     

     

     

    the grim reaper

     

    the grim reaper

    is late

    he is behind his quota

     

    so he unleashes

    the ravens of death

    the ravens of despair

    the ravens of madness

     

    they spread out

    all over the world

    infecting all

     

    with madness

    as the world descends

    consumed by hate

     

    the grim reaper

    smiles his sardonic grin

    thinking of all the souls

    he will harvest that day

     

    as he carries out

    the mandate

    of his satanic majesty

     

     

    The House of the Damned

     

    deep in the woods

    in the swamps of the deepest bayou

    lies an old abandoned cabin

     

    few have ever visited

    it looks long abandoned

     

    but there are stories

    legends

    of a creature

    from beyond time itself

     

    who lives deep in the swamp

    devouring everything he comes across

     

    But he hungers for human flesh

    once in a while

    he keeps a human slave

     

    who goes into town

    and drums up business

    for his master

     

    the hunters are recruited

    and they are brought to the house

     

    where they are commissioned

    to go into the woods

    and hunt down prisoners

    and shoot them dead

     

    and bring back the bodies

    for the bounty

     

    and the hunt is on

    and the prisoners are caught

    and the monster of the deep swamps

    has a feast

     

    and the hunters

    are added to the fire

    a few are left alive

    zombies under his control

     

    and so the house of the dead

    continues to haunt

    the deep swamps

     

     

    1. searching for God

    a homeless man
    camped out
    on the streets
    of any city

     

    just another broken down soul
    looking for something

     

    and then I see him
    painting the face of God
    on the ground

     

    and I know
    that God is everywhere

     

    and sometimes
    only the down and out
    can see and feel God

     

    The rest of us
    are blind to the divine

     

     

    ancient Gods Strike Back

    The ancient gods get together

    and look at the modern world

    and they are not happy at all

     

    they debated endlessly what to do

    how are they going to come

    to life

    to rule the world again

     

    Trident the god of the sea and storms

    storms out of the conference

    and announces

    that he is going to destroy the world

     

    with the mother of all storms

    and be beings churning up the sea

    unleashing storm after storm

    destroy coastal towns worldwide

     

    and Zeus goes on TV

    reveals themselves

    and say that the storms

    will end

     

    only when mankind submits

    and let the old gods return

     

     

     

    SLEAZE

     

    Sleaze Sleaze Sleaze

    Sleaze Sleaze Sleaze Sleaze Sleaze Sleaze Sleaze Sleaze

    Nothing but Sleaze

    Surrounds me 24/7

     

    S

    L

    E

    A

    Z

    E

    Led by the Sleaze King

    King Donald Trump

    the one  true sleaze King

    The Sleaze King from TV

     

    Are we doomed to live

    In a world run by sleaze kings

    And ruled by sleaze values

     

    Are we addicted to sleaze

    And need our sleaze fix daily

     

    As we turn on the sleaze TV

    And see nothing but sleaze

    Oozing out of our TV sets?

     

     

     

    SLEAZE

     

    Sleaze surrounds us 24/7

    Lots of sleaze on the TV

    Everywhere we go nothing but sleaze

    All the time 24/7 sleaze rules the air

    Zappa had it right calling it the slime

    Everything is nothing but slime oozing out of our TV’s

     

     

     

     

     

    God is in his cosmic control room

    The ultimate situation room

    Where here he watches over mankind 24/7

     

    One day he reads

    About Korean protesters

    Protesting the operation of Emergency helicopters

     

    Because they’re too noisy

    they stir up dust

    and damage their properties

     

    And are just inconvenient as hell

    just too bloody inconvenient

     

    the protestors are demanding

    that the helicopters be grounded

     

    Disregarding the fact

    That they save lives

    Given the hellish Korean traffic conditions

     

    God is furious at the callous attitude

    The casual disregard for human life

    And the pettiness of the protesters

     

    He calls up his chief angels

    And reads them the recent articles

     

    All of the angels

    Are furious at the callous attitudes of the protesters

     

    God calls the grim reaper

    His contractor who handles the details of death

    God says I have a commission for you

    The Grim reaper had read the article

     

    As he too monitor the world 24/7

     

    He laughs

    and says I know what to do

    Obviously they all have to die

    In an horrific accident

     

    and can’t get to the hospital in time

    Because they are stuck in traffic

     

    Now you’re talking God said

    But I want you to break protocol

    Just before they die show up

     

    And explain to them why

    They are about to die

     

    That would be poetic justice God said

    And you know I’m all about that

     

    Everyone laughs

    God has a sense of humor after all

     

    The grim reaper mordantly salutes the boss

    And goes about his grim task

     

     

     

    three cats ready to go

     

    three cats

    at play

     

    they look out at the world

    and they are ready

     

    they are born hunters

    they are hungry

    they are restless

     

    and they want

    to escape

    from the house

     

    to chase birds

    squirrels

    and other cats

     

    That’s the cat’s life after all

    they tolerate us humans

    only because we feed them

     

    But at heart

    they are wild things

    and wild things

    need to be free

     

     

    Poems

     

    Dream 7177  Moonlight over the Eastern Sea

    The bloody red light

    of the full moon

    Casts a mournful red  light

    Over the silver waives

     

    dancing in the sea

    heading to the shore

     

    I sit high inside

    the sky apartment

    looking down at the silver sea

     

    And the reflection of the bloody red moon

    Dancing on silver waves

     

    I look at the man in the moon

    Wondering If he thinks of me

    as the man in the earth

     

    I wonder what does he think of me

    Does  he  think of me at all?

     

    Am I nothing to him ?

    Does he even exist?

     

    And I am so overcome by the  urge

     

    To run into the silver waves of the ocean

    Howling at the moon’s reflection

     

    And as I sink beneath the waves

    I hope the moon maidens

    Will fly  down from the  moon

    to rescue me from my lunacy

     

     

    Dream 7178  Sun Rise Over the Eastern Sea

     

    The sun rises

    On the eastern sea

    Illuminating everything with its orange glow

     

    As the sun rises in east

     

    It salutes his sister the moon

    The moon turns blue

    and sinks beneath the  silver waves

     

    As I looked at the sunrise

    I’m filled with the light and hope

    And  the baleful light  of the lunatic moon

    Fades away

     

    Nothing but a remnant  of the nightmare of the night before

    I recall meeting the  dancing  moon maidens

    Who danced upon  the  silver waves

     

    All is well

    The sun says to me

    As I wake up to face my fate

     

     

    Dream 7179  Cat thought

     

    Watching the black cat

    Who lives underneath the building

    Slinking about

     

    looking for something to kill

    I am reminded once again the cats

    are not our friends

    as I stare at him

     

    an alien invader

    From another planet

     

    Dream 7180 Mysterious Cat looking at me

     

     

    As I look out

    At the parking lot

     

    I see a black cat

    looking at me with dark soulful eyes

    filled with mysterious secrets

     

    I wondered

    What the cat

    thinks of me?

     

    The cat looks at me

    With a mysterious grin

    The cat smiles at me

    Like  the Cheshire cat

     

    He smiles

    and runs away into the bushes

     

    Dream 7181 Coffee thoughts

     

    I enjoy my morning coffee

    listening to jazz

    while watching the early morning sunlight

    Dancing off the waves of the eastern sea

     

     

     

    Dream 7182 Coffee how I love thee

     

    I love my coffee

    everyday I drink it delicious brew

    Falling under its influence

    As it wakes me up

     

    Everything seems well

    As I drink my  coffee

    As my thoughts comes bubbling up

    dreaming of another

    Cup of coffee

     

    Dream 7183 Coffee Transports me to another world

     

    As I drink my morning

    Cup of coffee

    I am transported to another world

    far far away

     

    dreaming dark dreams

    Of what might have

     

    I am lost in my

    cup of coffee

    heaven  and hell

    in my cup of coffee

     

    Dream 7184 Dispelling the demons of the night

     

    as the sun rises over the east sea.

    the dark dangerous demons of my dreams

     

    The wild  things

    are banished

    to the dark corners

    of my mind

     

    until the midnight hour

    Comes again

    And the  wild demons of the night

    escape from the dark corners

    in the my mind

     

    Only to fade away

    With the dawning of the light

     

     

    Dream 7185 Another Mass shooting

     

    In the  early morning light

    I hear the Morning News

     

    Another mass shooting event

     

    Somewhere everywhere it seems

    there is more trouble every day

    According to  the news reports

     

    Another nut case with a gun on

    just wants to do you in

    because he does not like the color of your skin

    or the religion you follow

     

    The neo-nazi demon

    Went into the Jewish center

    yelling all Jews must die

    before killing Jews left and right

     

    In the age of Trump

    Nazism and fascism

    Have come back

    Inspired by their leader

    The  great Donald Trump

     

     

     

    Erotic Poetry

     

     

    Dream 341  Dangerous Eyes (Male)

    A man with dangerous soulful seductive blue eyes

    Is my fatal attraction

    Works everytime he looks at me

    With those dangerous seductive blue eyes

     

    Starting at me

    Eyeing each part of my body

    As he slowly eye fucks to death

     

    Lingering on my boobs as he imagines

    His cock deep inside my cleavage

    Cumming all over my boobs

     

    Then he looks at my pussy

    Imagining eating me alive

    Until I cum for him

     

    Then he flips over

    And imagines my ass

    Calling out to me

     

    Impaling me with his huge cock

    Fucking the shit out of me

    Until he cums

    In a shuddering earth shattering orgasm

     

    All of this he shows me

    With his long soulful glances

    And I fall under his spell

     

    Once again

    Losing all control

    Under his seductive glances

     

     

     

    Dream 342  Dangerous Eyes (female)

     

    A women with dark black seductive soulful eyes

    Is my fatal attraction

    As she looks at me with her intense stare

    As she mentally undresses me

     

    As she eye fucks me

    Imagining me inside her

    Imagining taking me in her mouth

    And sucking the life out of me

     

    And then making me do it again and again

    Fucking her boobs

    Fucking her pussy

    Fucking her ass

     

    Over and over again and again

    All of this conveyed

    In her soulful dark eyes

    As she welcomes me into her embrace

     

    To start the dance of sexual surrender

    And I fall deep into her spell

    As she continues to star at me

    With those dangerous eyes

     

     

    Dream 343 Dangerous Boobs

     

    A bosomy brunette

    With a sexy alto foreign accent

    That is my fatal attraction

    I fall for them every time

     

    As I look at her boobs

    And imagine her boobs calling me

    Demanding that I look at them

     

    All of this she conveys

    As she sashays down the street

    In front of me

     

    As all the men

    and half the women

    Covertly look

    at her big luscious fuckable boobs

     

    Proclaiming the erotic pleasures

    That would soon await me

     

    As I suck her boobs

    And fondle them

    And then fuck them

    Until I explode all over her luscious boobs

     

    All of this conveyed

    Everything I covertly or overtly

    Look at her dangerous boobs

     

     

    Dream 345 Dangerous Asses

     

    A brunette with an ass to die for

    With a sexy alto foreign accent

    That is my fatal attraction

    I fall for them every time

     

    As I stare at her rear

    As I look at her dangerous ass

    I hear it calling me

    Demanding my attention

     

    Saying

    Hey there Mister

    I know what you want

    You want what I have

     

    You want my ass

    And you can have it

    All you have to do

    Is tell me

     

    And the rest is history

    I know you want it

    And I want it too

    Just come and take it

     

    Lick my ass

    Feel my ass

    Finger fuck my ass

     

    Then fuck the shit out of me

    Until you explode all over my ass

    As you know cuming on a women’s ass

    Is the best orgasm you can ever have

     

    It is all good

    And you know you want it

    And I want it up my ass

    Right fucking now

     

    All of this she conveys

    As she sashays down the street

    In front of me

     

    As all the men

    and half the women

    Covertly look at her ass

     

    Wondering if they would be the lucky person

    To have her ass that night

    To reach ass fucking heaven

    In one night of unbridled buttfucking

     

    Yeah I love a women

    With a dangerous ass

     

     

    March Moods

    The weather is March is schizophrenic

    Starting off with the hangover of winter

    And ending with a foretaste of summer

     

    The political weather is also schizoid

    As the election season heats up

    Every four years

     

    At the beginning of the month

    Everything is wide open

    After several super Tuesdays

    A likely winner emerges

     

    March madness consumes us all

    As we bet on our favorite teams

    And baseball begins in earnest

     

    And men get spring fever

    As they look at all the pretty young things

    Strutting about sashaying their hips

    And inviting men to look at precious bodies

     

    Finally uncovered

    After wearing the winters’ burqa

     

     

    Angela’s Ass – A Love Poem

    Every time I make love

    To Angela the love of my life

    I thank God for her ass

    She has the best ass in the known universe

     

    And she loves in her ass

    That has always been our default love making

     

    I love looking at her ass

    Feeling her ass

    Licking her ass

    And of course fucking her ass

     

    And she loves it

    That I love it

     

    Yes thank God or the Devil

    For giving me a women

    With a great ass

     

     

     

      Angela’s Boobs – A Love Poem

    I always thank God

    For bringing me Angela

     

    She has the most delightful boobs

    In the whole universe

     

    A bit small granted

    But still big enough to get the job done

     

    I love sucking them

    Feeling them

    Fucking them with my boobs

     

    And then fucking them

    Until I cover them with my jism

     

    It was late in the game

    When we discovered

    The joy of mammary intercourse

     

    But once we did

    We loved every moment of the journey

     

    So thank God or the Devil

    For bringing me Angela

     

    And her delightful boobs

    Into my life

     

     

    Angela’s Handjob

    My wife gives the best hand jobs

    In the known universe

     

    She is so good at it

    She knows exactly how to bring me along

     

    And she does often

    As we fall asleep

     

    And when we take long road trips

    She reaches over and gets to work

     

    Just stroking and stroking

    Until I can’t stand it

     

    But she often stops

    Leaving me hanging

    In suspense

     

    Begging for relief

    For sexual healing

    And when she does

     

    Bring me to my happy ending

    Boy do I feel satisfied

     

     

     

    Fingering Angela

    I love fingering my wife

    I love stroking her pussy

    Sticking my fingers in her

    And stroking her

     

    Until she gets hot and bothered

    And wild and ready

    For sexual activity

     

    Often while she is giving me a handjob

    I reach over and finger her

     

    Occasionally we kept going

    Until we both

    Have our proverbial happy ending

     

    But often I move on

    I stick my cock in her ass

    And fondle her boobs

     

    And finger her

    While engaged in anal sex

     

    And just before I can cum

    We break it off

     

    And move on to round two

    Often her blowjob

    Or her boobs

    Or her ass

     

    But when we keep going

    Boy do I feel satisfied

     

    And I want to do more

    Just handjobs and fingerfucking

     

    While buttfucking her perfect ass

    That is so divine

     

     

     

    Angela’s Blowjobs

    Lately Angela has begun

    Enjoying giving me a blowjob

    She used to give me oral satisfaction

     

    Only once in a blue moon

    And often only after I begged her

    To blow me away

     

    Her first blowjob

    Was in Tokyo

    When we saw

     

    A porno movie

    In a theater

     

    She gave me a blowjob

    But did not finish the job

     

    Often she would start

    But seldom finish

     

    But lately

    She has started adding that to our routine

    And she has relaxed

     

    And she now takes me in her mouth

    And keeps going until I explode

    And she swallows every drop

     

    And she moans with pleasure

    As I cum in her mouth

     

    That turns me on

    Hearing her

     

    Scream with delight

    As I cum in her mouth

     

    And a couple times

    She has let me mouthfuck her

     

    Before tittyfucking her

    And I love that

     

    Having her take me

    In her mouth like that

     

    Boy do I appreciate

    Her blowjobs

     

    But I regret that it has taken so long

    For us to get to this level

    Of comfort

     

    So long for her to relax

    And take me in her mouth

     

    On a regular basis

    And I want more and more

     

    I want her to do this for me

    Every time we make love

     

    For some reason

    When I cum in a women’s mouth

    I can always do a second round

     

    But if I don’t cum first in her mouth

    It is a one time deal

     

    So lately we have been doing seven things

    when we make love

     

    handjob, fingering, blow job, pussy eating, boobfucking

    tittyfucking, and buttfucking

     

    And I am finally having the sexual release

    And sexual healing

    I always wanted with Angela

     

    The one kinky thing to try

    Is kissing her cum soaked lips

    And that I am sure

    We will try soon enough

     

    I am so grateful

    For her blowjobs

    And that we are finally

    Doing that on a regular basis

     

    Thank you for that

    And keep it up

     

     

     

    Eating Angela

     We use to eat pussy a lot

    I loved it

     

    From our first night together

    I ate her a lot

    She loved it

    But for some reason we quit doing it

     

    For a long time

     

    Lately she has started letting me eat her again

    But not enough never enough

     

    I almost feel like a woman complaining

    That her boy friend did not eat her enough!

    A weird role reversal of sorts

     

    When we did it

    I would lick her and finger her

    And lick her

     

    As she gave me directions

    For to lick

    That turned me so much

     

    And when she groaned in pleasure

    It almost made me cum

     

    And the couple of times she came

    In my face

    Getting wet and filling my face

    With her delicious jism

     

    That was among the best sexual experiences

    Of my life

    And boy do I want to get back

    To what we once had

     

    This is the one thing I want to do again

    I want to eat her every time we make love

    Just like we used to

     

    And I think that we are slowly

    Moving in that direction

     

    If we do that

    And have regular blowjobs

    Until I cum in her mouth

     

    The rolling stones sound

    Can’t get no satisfaction

    Comes to mind

     

    If she cums for me

    In my face

     

    I will finally be having the sex

    I craved to have with her

     

    Since the first day I met her

    Almost 40 years of making love

     

    And we are finally getting close

    To what I need and crave

     

    So I want to tell her

    Please my love

     

    Relax and let me eat you

    As long as I want

     

    Just relax and enjoy the ride

    And let it all out

     

    Cum in my face

    As I am cuming in your face

     

    And if you do

     

    We will finally be reaching

    The sexual nirvana

    We both desire

     

     

     

    69 with Angela

    Another thing we use to do

    Something I crave and want

    And need

     

    69 sex until we both cum

    We used to do that

    But for some reason

    We quit doing it

     

    And boy do I miss it

    And want it

    And need it

     

    And I think we are moving towards that

    She knows what I want

     

    She knows that oral sex until we both cum

    Has always been my favorite way to make love

     

    And lately she has been letting me cum

    In her mouth

     

    Without me begging for it

    As she knows how much I love it

     

    And she is slowly learning to love it too

    But 69 sex is still a bridge too far

     

    But not for long

    Not for long

     

    I should just do it

    And add it back to the routine

    And when we do

    We will again reach

    The sexual nirvana

    That we both still need

     

     

     

    Boobfucking Angela  

    I have big woman like boobs

    For a man

    Hairy but big almost as big as a woman’s

    And that is a huge turn on for my wife

     

    She loves my boobs

    Lately she has been playing with my boobs

    Licking them sucking them every time we make love

    And that turns me on so much

     

    About five years ago

    We added what we call boobfucking

    To our routine

     

    I rub my boobs against her boobs

    While she gives me a handjob

    Then she sucks my boobs

     

    Then I climb on top and rub my boobs

    Against her boobs

    Then against her pussy

    Then against her ass

     

    And really fuck her with my boobs

    Until I am about to explode

    And finish the job

    Tittyfucking her

    Buttfucking her

     

    Until I cum

     

    But the boobfucking has been so nice

    So kinky and wild

     

    I almost feel that I am lesbian

    Making love

     

    And in my next life

    I want to be her lesbian lover

     

    And continue boobfucking her

    Every time we make love

     

     

     

     

    Fucking Angela

     

    The one thing we have not done

    In a long time

    Is regular intercourse

     

    We used to do that

    Me fucking her

    Doggy style

    Her on top

     

    But not every time we made love

    Maybe twice a month

     

    But we had sex every other night

    Just not fucking

     

    But neither one of us

    Really liked it

     

    It was something we thought

    That we had to do

     

    She said it was too painful for her

    And she did not really enjoy it

     

    And truth be told

    I don’t think she could cum

    Through fucking

     

    Although I could

    But did not like to

     

    But we gradually just did anal sex

    As she had the best ass in the universe

     

    And oral sex

    Was awesome especially lately

     

    And tittyfucking sex

    We loved it and still do

     

    And handjobs and fingerfucking

    And boobfucking our new kinky pastime

     

    And found that we liked non-intercourse sex

    So much more than fucking

     

    And yet I would like to try it again

    And one day we will do it again

     

    And then perhaps add it back

    Into our routine

     

    But perhaps not

    And if we don’t

    That is okay with both of us

     

     

     

    Dream 341  Dangerous Eyes (Male)

     

    A man with dangerous soulful seductive blue eyes

    Is my fatal attraction

    Works everytime he looks at me

    With those dangerous seductive blue eyes

     

    Starting at me

    Eyeing each part of my body

    As he slowly eye fucks to death

     

    Lingering on my boobs as he imagines

    His cock deep inside my cleavage

    Cumming all over my boobs

     

    Then he looks at my pussy

    Imagining eating me alive

    Until I cum for him

     

    Then he flips over

    And imagines my ass

    Calling out to me

     

    Impaling me with his huge cock

    Fucking the shit out of me

    Until he cums

    In a shuddering earth shattering orgasm

     

    All of this he shows me

    With his long soulful glances

    And I fall under his spell

     

    Once again

    Losing all control

    Under his seductive glances

     

     

     

     

    Dream 342  Dangerous Eyes (female)

     

    A women with dark black seductive soulful eyes

    Is my fatal attraction

    As she looks at me with her intense stare

    As she mentally undresses me

     

    As she eye fucks me

    Imagining me inside her

    Imagining taking me in her mouth

    And sucking the life out of me

     

    And then making me do it again and again

    Fucking her boobs

    Fucking her pussy

    Fucking her ass

     

    Over and over again and again

    All of this conveyed

    In her soulful dark eyes

    As she welcomes me into her embrace

     

    To start the dance of sexual surrender

    And I fall deep into her spell

    As she continues to star at me

    With those dangerous eyes

     

     

     

    Dream 343 Dangerous Boobs

     

    A bosomy brunette

    With a sexy alto foreign accent

    That is my fatal attraction

    I fall for them every time

     

    As I look at her boobs

    And imagine her boobs calling me

    Demanding that I look at them

     

    All of this she conveys

    As she sashays down the street

    In front of me

     

    As all the men

    and half the women

    Covertly look

    at her big luscious fuckable boobs

     

    Proclaiming the erotic pleasures

    That would soon await me

     

    As I suck her boobs

    And fondle them

    And then fuck them

    Until I explode all over her luscious boobs

     

    All of this conveyed

    Everything I covertly or overtly

    Look at her dangerous boobs

     

    Dream 345 Dangerous Asses

    A brunette with an ass to die for

    With a sexy alto foreign accent

    That is my fatal attraction

    I fall for them every time

     

    As I stare at her rear

    As I look at her dangerous ass

    I hear it calling me

    Demanding my attention

     

    Saying

    Hey there Mister

    I know what you want

    You want what I have

     

    You want my ass

    And you can have it

    All you have to do

    Is tell me

     

    And the rest is history

    I know you want it

    And I want it too

    Just come and take it

     

    Lick my ass

    Feel my ass

    Finger fuck my ass

     

    Then fuck the shit out of me

    Until you explode all over my ass

    As you know cuming on a women’s ass

    Is the best orgasm you can ever have

     

    It is all good

    And you know you want it

    And I want it up my ass

    Right fucking now

     

    All of this she conveys

    As she sashays down the street

    In front of me

     

    As all the men

    and half the women

    Covertly look at her ass

     

    Wondering if they would be the lucky person

    To have her ass that night

    To reach ass fucking heaven

    In one night of unbridled buttfucking

     

    Yeah I love a women

    With a dangerous ass

     

     

     

    March Moods

     

    The weather is March is schizophrenic

    Starting off with the hangover of winter

    And ending with a foretaste of summer

     

    The political weather is also schizoid

    As the election season heats up

    Every four years

     

    At the beginning of the month

    Everything is wide open

    After several super Tuesdays

    A likely winner emerges

     

    March madness consumes us all

    As we bet on our favorite teams

    And baseball begins in earnest

     

    And men get spring fever

    As they look at all the pretty young things

    Strutting about sashaying their hips

    And inviting men to look at precious bodies

     

    Finally uncovered

    After wearing the winters’ burqa

     

     

    Angela’s Ass – A Love Poem

     

    Every time I make love

    To Angela the love of my life

    I thank God for her ass

    She has the best ass in the known universe

     

    And she loves in her ass

    That has always been our default love making

     

    I love looking at her ass

    Feeling her ass

    Licking her ass

    And of course fucking her ass

     

    And she loves it

    That I love it

     

    Yes thank God or the Devil

    For giving me a women

    With a great ass

     

     

     

    Angela’s Boobs – A Love Poem

     

    I always thank God

    For bringing me Angela

     

    She has the most delightful boobs

    In the whole universe

     

    A bit small granted

    But still big enough to get the job done

     

    I love sucking them

    Feeling them

    Fucking them with my boobs

     

    And then fucking them

    Until I cover them with my jism

     

    It was late in the game

    When we discovered

    The joy of mammary intercourse

     

    But once we did

    We loved every moment of the journey

     

    So thank God or the Devil

    For bringing me Angela

     

    And her delightful boobs

    Into my life

     

     

     

    Angela’s Handjob

    My wife gives the best hand jobs

    In the known universe

     

    She is so good at it

    She knows exactly how to bring me along

     

    And she does often

    As we fall asleep

     

    And when we take long road trips

    She reaches over and gets to work

     

    Just stroking and stroking

    Until I can’t stand it

     

    But she often stops

    Leaving me hanging

    In suspense

     

    Begging for relief

    For sexual healing

    And when she does

     

    Bring me to my happy ending

    Boy do I feel satisfied

     

     

     

    Fingering Angela

    I love fingering my wife

    I love stroking her pussy

    Sticking my fingers in her

    And stroking her

     

    Until she gets hot and bothered

    And wild and ready

    For sexual activity

     

    Often while she is giving me a handjob

    I reach over and finger her

     

    Occasionally we kept going

    Until we both

    Have our proverbial happy ending

     

    But often I move on

    I stick my cock in her ass

    And fondle her boobs

     

    And finger her

    While engaged in anal sex

     

    And just before I can cum

    We break it off

     

    And move on to round two

    Often her blowjob

    Or her boobs

    Or her ass

     

    But when we keep going

    Boy do I feel satisfied

     

    And I want to do more

    Just handjobs and fingerfucking

     

    While buttfucking her perfect ass

    That is so divine

     

     

     

    Angela’s Blowjobs

    Lately Angela has begun

    Enjoying giving me a blowjob

    She used to give me oral satisfaction

     

    Only once in a blue moon

    And often only after I begged her

    To blow me away

     

    Her first blowjob

    Was in Tokyo

    When we saw

     

    A porno movie

    In a theater

     

    She gave me a blowjob

    But did not finish the job

     

    Often she would start

    But seldom finish

     

    But lately

    She has started adding that to our routine

    And she has relaxed

     

    And she now takes me in her mouth

    And keeps going until I explode

    And she swallows every drop

     

    And she moans with pleasure

    As I cum in her mouth

     

    That turns me on

    Hearing her

     

    Scream with delight

    As I cum in her mouth

     

    And a couple times

    She has let me mouthfuck her

     

    Before tittyfucking her

    And I love that

     

    Having her take me

    In her mouth like that

     

    Boy do I appreciate

    Her blowjobs

     

    But I regret that it has taken so long

    For us to get to this level

    Of comfort

     

    So long for her to relax

    And take me in her mouth

     

    On a regular basis

    And I want more and more

     

    I want her to do this for me

    Every time we make love

     

    For some reason

    When I cum in a women’s mouth

    I can always do a second round

     

    But if I don’t cum first in her mouth

    It is a one time deal

     

    So lately we have been doing seven things

    when we make love

     

    handjob, fingering, blow job, pussy eating, boobfucking

    tittyfucking, and buttfucking

     

    And I am finally having the sexual release

    And sexual healing

    I always wanted with Angela

     

    The one kinky thing to try

    Is kissing her cum soaked lips

    And that I am sure

    We will try soon enough

     

    I am so grateful

    For her blowjobs

    And that we are finally

    Doing that on a regular basis

     

    Thank you for that

    And keep it up

     

     

     

    Eating Angela

     We use to eat pussy a lot

    I loved it

     

    From our first night together

    I ate her a lot

    She loved it

    But for some reason we quit doing it

     

    For a long time

     

    Lately she has started letting me eat her again

    But not enough never enough

     

    I almost feel like a woman complaining

    That her boy friend did not eat her enough!

    A weird role reversal of sorts

     

    When we did it

    I would lick her and finger her

    And lick her

     

    As she gave me directions

    For to lick

    That turned me so much

     

    And when she groaned in pleasure

    It almost made me cum

     

    And the couple of times she came

    In my face

    Getting wet and filling my face

    With her delicious jism

     

    That was among the best sexual experiences

    Of my life

    And boy do I want to get back

    To what we once had

     

    This is the one thing I want to do again

    I want to eat her every time we make love

    Just like we used to

     

    And I think that we are slowly

    Moving in that direction

     

    If we do that

    And have regular blowjobs

    Until I cum in her mouth

     

    The rolling stones sound

    Can’t get no satisfaction

    Comes to mind

     

    If she cums for me

    In my face

     

    I will finally be having the sex

    I craved to have with her

     

    Since the first day I met her

    Almost 40 years of making love

     

    And we are finally getting close

    To what I need and crave

     

    So I want to tell her

    Please my love

     

    Relax and let me eat you

    As long as I want

     

    Just relax and enjoy the ride

    And let it all out

     

    Cum in my face

    As I am cuming in your face

     

    And if you do

     

    We will finally be reaching

    The sexual nirvana

    We both desire

     

     

     

    69 with Angela

    Another thing we use to do

    Something I crave and want

    And need

     

    69 sex until we both cum

    We used to do that

    But for some reason

    We quit doing it

     

    And boy do I miss it

    And want it

    And need it

     

    And I think we are moving towards that

    She knows what I want

     

    She knows that oral sex until we both cum

    Has always been my favorite way to make love

     

    And lately she has been letting me cum

    In her mouth

     

    Without me begging for it

    As she knows how much I love it

     

    And she is slowly learning to love it too

    But 69 sex is still a bridge too far

     

    But not for long

    Not for long

     

    I should just do it

    And add it back to the routine

    And when we do

    We will again reach

    The sexual nirvana

    That we both still need

     

     

     

    Boobfucking Angela  

    I have big woman like boobs

    For a man

    Hairy but big almost as big as a woman’s

    And that is a huge turn on for my wife

     

    She loves my boobs

    Lately she has been playing with my boobs

    Licking them sucking them every time we make love

    And that turns me on so much

     

    About five years ago

    We added what we call boobfucking

    To our routine

     

    I rub my boobs against her boobs

    While she gives me a handjob

    Then she sucks my boobs

     

    Then I climb on top and rub my boobs

    Against her boobs

    Then against her pussy

    Then against her ass

     

    And really fuck her with my boobs

    Until I am about to explode

    And finish the job

    Tittyfucking her

    Buttfucking her

     

    Until I cum

     

    But the boobfucking has been so nice

    So kinky and wild

     

    I almost feel that I am lesbian

    Making love

     

    And in my next life

    I want to be her lesbian lover

     

    And continue boobfucking her

    Every time we make love

     

     

     

     

    Fucking Angela

     

    The one thing we have not done

    In a long time

    Is regular intercourse

     

    We used to do that

    Me fucking her

    Doggy style

    Her on top

     

    But not every time we made love

    Maybe twice a month

     

    But we had sex every other night

    Just not fucking

     

    But neither one of us

    Really liked it

     

    It was something we thought

    That we had to do

     

    She said it was too painful for her

    And she did not really enjoy it

     

    And truth be told

    I don’t think she could cum

    Through fucking

     

    Although I could

    But did not like to

     

    But we gradually just did anal sex

    As she had the best ass in the universe

     

    And oral sex

    Was awesome especially lately

     

    And tittyfucking sex

    We loved it and still do

     

    And handjobs and fingerfucking

    And boobfucking our new kinky pastime

     

    And found that we liked non-intercourse sex

    So much more than fucking

     

    And yet I would like to try it again

    And one day we will do it again

     

    And then perhaps add it back

    Into our routine

     

    But perhaps not

    And if we don’t

    That is okay with both of us

     

     

     

    Oh La La

     

    oh la la

    chocolate decadence

    chocolate on my mind

     

    Oh la la

    what a set of lips

    what teeth she has

     

    I wonder if she would devour me

    like she is about to do

    with the chocolate

     

    and would I survive

    her kiss untouched

     

    or will I be bewitched

    and become her slave

     

     

     

    secret lovers

     

    three women

    sitting in an upscale saloon

    waiting for their secret lovers

    to arrive for dinner

     

    Lauralee

    the brunette bombshell

    is waiting for alex

    her married lover

    to come and tell her

    that he is leaving his wife for her

     

    Sara and Jessica

    Don’t believe that Alex will ever leave

    his wife for Lauralee

     

    but they also have secret lovers

    coming to the saloon for dinner

     

    Jeremy is unmarried

    a hipster

    with many women friends

    and he can’t decide

    whether to get serious

    with any of them

     

    content to float from one flower

    to another

    but for how long?

    Sara is patiently waiting for him to decide

     

    Jessica is torn

    between two lovers

     

    Alexi and Samuel

    two best friends

    who take turns

    making wild love to her

     

    but she wants them both

    at the same time

     

    and they are afraid to take that step

    fearing that she might demand

    that they try bisexual sex

     

    and that is a step too far for them

    but not for her

     

    and so the three women

    sit and drink

    and wait for their lovers to come

     

     

     

    Admiring Girls with Great Asses on The Street

     

    I am an Assman

    I am a fan of the female ass

     

    I love watching women

    Walking down the street

    With their asses

     

    Proudly swaying

    on display

    In their skin tight jeans

    Or beneath their dresses

     

    I just love watching

    Them walk on down the street

     

    Sometimes they catch me

    Covertly admiring their asses

     

    And they smile at me

    Acknowledging that they caught me

    Admiring their rear entrance

     

    As they walk on by

    Their asses demand attention

     

    Saying

    Look at me admire me

    Worship me

     

    And I fall under their sway

    Slave to my carnal desires

    Imagining a night of passion

    Making love to their asses

     

    And I smile back

    And walk on by

     

    Women with Red Hair

     

    I saw a beautiful women with red hair

    Standing on the metro

     

    Luscious long red hair

    Yellow shirt over her huge breasts

    That seemed to welcome my attention

     

    Blue jeans covering her ass

    Which was one of the finest asses

    I have seen in a long time

     

    As sat there she smile at me

    But I did not respond

     

    I was mesmerized by her beauty

    And lost in erotic day dreams

    Inspired by this mysterious women

     

    Imagining kissing her

    Sucking her boobs

    Going down on her

    Until she came

     

    And then she going down on me

    With her face taking me in her mouth

    With the red hair flying all over the place

     

    She got off the station

    Not a word had been spoken

    But she knew and I knew

    What had transpired

     

    And for that I was glad

    And will never forget

    The moment

     

    With the women with the red hair

    Just another random erotic encounter

    In this life of mine

     

     

     

    You Took My Heart

     

    when I met you

    for the first time

    after dreaming of you

    for all these years

     

    You took my heart away

    you enslaved me

    you bewitched me

    and turned me

    into your love slave

     

    as you held my heart

    in your icy cold hands

    taking my heart away

     

    and my life

    became yours

    to control

     

    and I would have it no other way

    as my fate was sealed

     

    when you took heart

    into your hands

     

     

     

    Out Law Lady of the Night

     

    One wild moon lit night

    On the tail end of a Friday Night booze run

     

    I found myself

    Twenty drinks too sober

    In a bar in the mean streets of Bangkok

     

    Drinking my way to Hell

    Just as fast as I could

     

    And on the stage

    Dancing her soul away

    Was the most beautiful creature

    In the known universe

     

    Dancing with an attitude

    That could kill an elephant in heat

     

    She looked so fine

    Made my eye balls hurt

     

    As I started at her naked body

    Admiring the curves

    In all the right places

     

    And her ass called to me

    Telling me deep dark erotic desires

    Inspiring carnal thoughts

     

    And hopes that she would be mine

    For the right price

     

    And I stared at her

    And she smiled with an evil seductive smile

    A true succubus from hell itself

     

    And she gave me a knowing look

    And I knew that I was hooked

     

    For a night of wild libertine passion

    As I devoured her

    Making wild passionate love

    All night long

     

    Even if it meant

    That I would be selling my soul

    To the devil himself

     

    Life In Between

    Life In-between

     

    For years I have lived

    In-between two worlds

     

    Korea where my wife’s family

    comes from

    And the Bay area

    Where I grew up

     

    and the laidback progressive wild west coast

    and the cutthroat dour eastern establishment

    Washington DC

    Where I worked for 27 Years

     

    And I live between

    My official duties

    And my desire

    To be a wild-eyed poet

     

    And life in-between

    Means you belong nowhere

     

    Yet are everywhere

    Always disoriented

    Always half lost

    Never really feeling you belong

     

    That is life

    Living in-between

     

     

     

    Somonka for Angela

     

    I have dreamt of you

    For almost seven long years

    And now you are here

    What can I do about this

    Only thing to do love you

     

    You are all I want

    All that I need in  this life

    Thank to all the gods

    For bringing you in my life

    From now to the end of time

     

     

    Dream 7125  Time Travel

    I imagine what it would be like to be able to travel back in time and talk to my younger self.

     

    What would I say to my younger self?

    Would I tell my self

     

    To quit drinking, and taking drugs

    Earlier than I did?

     

    Would I have told him to transfer to Chico State or Humboldt State

    Or UC Santa Cruz after a year or two at UOP?

     

    Would I have told him

    To go to graduate school right away

    Right after the Peace Corps?

     

    Would I have told him to go to Yonsei and study Korean while teaching English

    I almost did

     

    Would I have told him to spend a year in a Buddhist temple – I almost did

     

    Would I have told him to clean up his act

    And quit going to bars

    And picking up bar girls

    For the night

     

    Would I have told him

    To quit the hash

     

    Would I have told him to start writing a daily journal

    Much earlier than I had perhaps in graduate school?

     

    Would I have told him to get an email account

    In Bangkok

    And would that have made a difference?

     

    Would I have told him to make an arrangement

    For discrete affairs

    When we were apart?

     

    Would I have confronted her

    Over the abortion?

    Something we have yet to discuss

     

    Would I have told him

    To settle our sexual and other differences earlier

     

    Would I have told him to change his diet much earlier?

     

    Would I have told him to avoid going jogging

    That fateful morning?

    Would I still have been fated to have an accident?

     

    Would I have told him

     

    To cooperate with Angela more

    Rather than constantly fighting with her

     

    Would I have told him to have gone with Choi Dongnim

    Knowing that perhaps I never would have met Angela?

     

    Would I have told him to have an affair with Amy

    With Ahuti

    With Arza

    With Lippy

    With Melanie

    And would that have met I would have lost Angela in the process?

     

    And would I have told him

    That I would retire as a very wealthy man

    Because I stayed with Angela?

     

    These are unanswerable questions

    That plague me in my old age

     

    All I know is that I chose

    To be with Angela

    And that made all the difference

    In the world

     

     

     

    Roller coaster poems (not for publication)

    Note:  Not for publication.  I verbally summed it up and Angela has agreed we are going to Oregon to try to establish residency and a trust there.  And not pursue Florida residency.

     

    But with her one never knows.

     

    First time I told her I felt suicidal in the fall of 2016.

     

    Roller Coaster  (long version first draft)

     

    Life with you

    Is like living in a roller coaster

     

    Day by day

    Minute by minute

    Your plans change

    You tell me I have to be flexible

    You tell me you have to let me listen

    Listen to you

     

    And do what you want to do

    All opposition is anti-wife opinion

    Then you shut down

    You are angry at me

     

    For daring to question you

    For daring to challenge you

     

    And for daring to have an opinion

    Not approved by you

     

    And so I shut up

    And hide my resentment

    My anger

    And my hurt feelings

     

    Deep inside

    Hidden  away

    In my journals

     

    Or in my soul

    Never spoken

    Never written

     

    And I cry myself

    To sleep

     

     

    Death and Taxes

    They say

    That nothing is certain

    But death and taxes

     

    And in our roller coast life

    Bouncing from one place to another

    Nothing is certain

     

    Other than your constant attempt

    To legally avoid paying taxes

    On the roller coaster that is our life

     

     

     

    Don’t Want to Go to Florida

     

    I don’t want to live in Florida

    On paper

    Violating the spirit of the law

    If not the letter of the law

     

    I don’t want to avoid living

    Anywhere more than four months

    sixth months

    all to avoid paying taxes

     

    To you taxes

    are something

    Like a huge monster

    to avoid at all costs

     

    to most people

    it is an annoyance

    but not the all consuming reason

    to live here or there

    So when I suggest we do it legally

    stay in Florida half the year

     

    move to Reno or Lake Tahoe

    or Washington State

     

    and actually move there

    you shut me down

    you tell me to follow your lead

     

    that I don’t know

    what I am doing

    that everyone does this game

     

    and I am stupid

    for trying to follow the rules

     

    and when I point out

    that States are getting tougher

    on people play this game

    you tell me that I am wrong

     

     

    that is only if you move somewhere

    or you can’t establish residency

    here and there

     

    and yet every day I read

    about states cracking down

    the federal government cracking down

    and retires getting into trouble

     

    and the endless nightmares

    of probate when multiple states

    claim jurisdiction

    which will happen to us

     

    if you die before me

    or I die before you

    and before we get our estate sorted out

     

    and so the roller coaster begins again

    I shut up and get on board

    And off we go

    Here there everywhere

     

    Every month a different place

    Every day a different plan

     

     

    Withdrawing in my Dreams

     

    It seems that you are always worried

    that I will say the wrong thing

    and somehow interrupt your scams

     

    And I do not know

    What to say

    Or not say

     

    Because I can’t keep up

    With the ever changing story

     

    And I become afraid

    To say anything

    In public or private

     

    That contradicts

    Your latest story

     

    So I just shut up

    And retreat

    Further into my dreams

     

    My stories

    My fiction

    My poetry

    And now my blog

     

    And Face book

    And internet news

    CNN when you let me have TV

     

    Loosing touch with reality

    Trapped in your roller coaster

     

    And I live in constant fear

    That someday

     

    All of you schemes

    Your plans

    Will come crashing down on us

    You will blame me

     

    For not responding properly

    For not saying the right thing

     

    And for bringing down

    The whole edifice

     

    Perhaps with a social web posting

    Perhaps with a casual comment

    To the wrong person

     

    Or when under oath

    I crack up

    And begin saying

     

    That I did not know

    I was just doing

    what you told me to do

     

    And my defense

    That I was simply following her lead

    Will be used against me

     

    And I will wind up

    In serious legal jeopardy

     

    Of if God forbid

    You die first

    You will leave me

     

    With a huge legal mess

    Because we never got our estate plan done

    Because we never could establish residency

     

    Or you could not trust the lawyer

    Or the financial firm

    And so it goes

     

    You die without an estate

    And probate and other costs

    Become prohibitive

     

    As multiple states have to decide

    Where did I legally reside

     

    You tell me that I am a paranoid

    That will never happen

     

    But it does every single day

    In this country

     

    And then I will die

    And my brothers will be left

    With millions of dollars

     

    And my wishes

    To leave half our estate

    To charity

    And divide the other

     

    Between your nieces

    And nephews

     

    Will end up

    As dead as my dreams

    Of spending my retirement years

     

    Living in either Southern Oregon

    Or Northern California

    And half the year in Korea

    Living a simple retirement

     

     

     

    My Writing Dreams are being Sacrificed to the Gods of Real Estate

     

    I wanted a simple retirement

    Writing and publishing novels

    Shorts stories and poems

     

    And getting an MFA degree

    And doing what it takes

    To achieve that dream

     

    And having you help me

    Edit my work

     

    But you never can find the time

    To even read my blog posting

    Or my poems

    Or my stories

     

    Occasionally you freak out

    That on FB I accidentally

    Reveal that we are going

    To be some where

     

    I think you would like to shut down

    My fb

    Email lists

    And blog

     

    And end my foolish dreams

    Of becoming a writer

     

    And just stay home

    And listen to you

     

    And help you with

    what ever you are doing

     

    and my goal of having

    an active social life

    And meeting people

    And having friends disappears

     

    Because you are so terrified

    That I will say something

    Do something

    Post something

    That will somehow interfere

    In your plans

    Which you never tell me

    Because I always challenge you

     

    And ask you to think through it

    Until you get tired

    And shut me up again

     

    And in the end

    All I will have left

    Is regrets

     

    And fading memories

    And lost dreams

     

    As I continue down

    the roller coaster of our life

    Moving constantly

     

    Every few months

    Never ever settling down

    Until the day

    We can’t travel anymore

     

    And we are left with each other

    Staring at each other

    Wondering where it all went wrong

     

     

    Sex Fading Away into the past

     

    I know that you think

    That is not normal

    For a 62 year old man

    To still want to have frequent sex

     

    That somehow the sexual desire

    Will fade away

    Like you want it to

     

    Perhaps once a month

    Perhaps never

     

    As every time

    I want to

    You come up with an excuse

     

    Hoping that I will just

    Let my sex drive

    Die out

     

    As you somehow

    Think is normal

    And I think is not

     

    And my love for you

    Becomes buried

    Beneath my resentments

     

    And so I eventually

    Don’t even try any more

     

    Content to live in my past

    And my fantasy world

     

    As my love for you

    Becomes overwhelmed

    By my resentments

     

    And my feeling

    That I am just a burden

    To you

     

    And yet I still want

    and desire you

    still want to make love to you

    and probably always will

    so the few times when it clicks

    I am so excited

     

    Then it is all taken away

    Until the next time

     

    And I cry myself to sleep

    Silently

     

    Or wake up

    And write down fantasies

    And loose myself

    In another world

     

    You tell me

    I am getting lost

     

    In my dreams

    My stories

    My fiction

    My poetry

    Internet news

    Facebook postings etc

     

    And you are right

    Because living

     

    In this roller coaster life

    Is becoming more than I can bear

     

    And I don’t want to be a burden

    To you any more

     

     

    Was it worth it?

     

    The last 16 months of constant renovation

    Particularly in  Korea

    Where you hid me away

    Hurt me so profoundly

     

    And you tell me you would have done it again

    And I wonder was it worth it

    To save a few thousand dollars?

     

    And in Oregon

    Where you forbade me

    From being involved

    Liked me hiding out

    In the library

    All so I could avoid

     

    Saying anything

    That would ruin

    What ever you were trying to do

     

    And I never knew

    Because you never told me

    I just had to guess

     

    And hope that whatever

    you were doing

    was above board

     

    And you resent me

    For constantly challenging you

    Questioning you

    In public or in private

     

    That I learned

    That my opinion means nothing to you

     

    And so I retreat further into my dream world

    And become less and less engaged

    In the real world

     

     

    Dreams of Running Away

     

    I often think of running away

    Just disappearing into the sunset

    But I am afraid

    Of the world out there

     

    And I know that I need you

    So I just shut up

    And fade away

    into my dream world

     

     

     

    Contemplating Suicide

     

    and there were days

    when I was wandering the mountains

    by myself

     

    and thinking of committing suicide

    thinking that would end

    the burden you felt

     

    and would free you up

    to pursue your real estate empire

    and I will fade away

    into nothingness

     

    and I hid these thoughts

    from everyone

    especially you

     

    but I never did try

    because I am a coward

    I was afraid

    Of how it would look

    That you drove me away

    Into the mountains

    Where I fell off a mountain

     

    And died accidentally

    Or killed myself

     

    And I did not want to end my life

    That way

     

     

     

    Retirement Dreams Up in Smoke

     

     

    Ever since I met you

    I have done what you wanted

     

    And I told you

     

    Plead to the Computer Gods

     

    Today I woke up

    As I usually do

     

    To yet another mystifying morning

    Of unspecified computer errors

     

    Could not get the computer to work

    Then when I finally got it to work

    After an half an hour

     

    Microsoft word did not load

    And when it did

    I finally located my work

    From yesterday

     

    I had to find it in the roaming file

    Why?

    Who knows?

     

    Only to find

    That most of what I wrote

    Had vanished into the ether

     

    No explanation no warning

    It was there saved yesterday

    And now gone for ever

     

    Once I did an experiment

    Tracking computer errors for a week

    75% of the time I encountered errors

     

    Most of the time simple

    Screen freezes no response message

    Then when I recovered the program

    The data was gone

     

    Microsoft has yet to respond

    to my e-mail

    I suppose I need to do it again

     

    But today I will close with a prayer

    To the Computer Gods

    Just once I would like

    You to do what you are supposed to do

     

    Open my documents

    Save my work

    And not give me any errors

    Crashes or other unspecified problems

     

    Is that too much to ask

    Oh, Computer Gods

     

    Just once

    Do what you are supposed to do

    That is all I ask of you

     

     

    More Computer Blues

     

    Sometimes I think

    My computer is plotting against me

    Trying deliberately to drive me mad

     

    My computer knows when I am busy

    Then it throws a hissy fit

     

    Refuses to boot up

    Crashes constantly

    Looses data that it had the day before

     

    Just fucks with me

    As it loves toying with me

    Making me yell and scream

    At my damn TV

     

    Smiling at me

    As I beg it

    To do what

    it is supposed to do

     

    Prayer for  Computer (send to Microsoft)

     

    Every morning

    I start my day

    Cursing my damn computer

    Been doing this for 30 some years

    Since I bought my first computer

    The Atari back in the 80’s

     

    There is always something

    Once I spilled coffee

    On my first computer

    The screen fizzled

     

    Then green 666 appears

    Endless repetition

    Of the evil number from revelations

     

    Freaked me out

    It was 1984 after all

    Was my computer making a political point?

     

    Then of course

    Endless blue screens of death

    Fatal error reading disk drive

     

    And my favorite computer error haiku

    General Failure Reading Disk Drive

    Begging the unanswerable question

    Who is this General Failure

    And why is he reading my disk drive

     

    Years ago a computer techie

    Told me the secret

    that they don’t want you to know

     

    99% of computer problems

    Can be solved by rebooting

    And 99% of the time

    No one knows what went wrong

    Or how to fix it

    And so it goes and goes

     

    Endless computer meltdowns

    Mostly harmless

     

    A couple of malware incidents

    Once my computer was possessed

    By evil malware that kept opening

     

    And once I had an early version

    Of ransom wear

    My computer warned me

    A dangerous virus had infected

    My computer

    Pay us money to fix it now

     

    Had to take my computer to the shop

    Reformate the hard drive

    To remove that computer bug

     

    But once my computer just died

    Loosing half my recent data

    Just because it wanted to

    No reason given

     

    So today instead of cursing up a blue storm

    Of my own personal blue screen of death

    I offer this short prayer to the computer gods

     

    Today just for today

    When I turn you on

    I want you to do what you are supposed to do

    Everything works

    Everything is fast

    And no more damn computer error haiku

    Just do your fucking job

     

     

     

     

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