175,000 Corona Ghosts
Subterranean Blues will publish my poem, “Waiting for the Grim Reaper’s Decision”
I sent them the following poems as well
The Bombs that Took Her Away
175,000 Corona Ghosts Message to our LeadersHerman Cain was his Name
the Meaning of Life
Waiting for the Grim Reaper’s Decision
One night
After falling
into a deep sleep
I woke up<
standing in a long line
with people
of all nationalities
dresse in black uniforms
I look up
and see a giant Screen
showing scenes
from past lives
I ask the person
in front of me
where was I
he merely grunted
and pointed to a sign
The sign said in multiple languages
No talking
No smoking
No eating
No sleeping
Be patient
Your turn for judgement
Will be soon
no one can escape their fate
For this is your judgement date
A punk rock band
Was playing
Screaming out
No sleeping
No eating
No talking
Beware
Be afraid
Be very afraid
The hour is getting late
God is on the make
The devil is on the take
No one can escape their fate
For this is your judgement date
I watched the various condemned
Walking to the front of the room
Step by step
When they got
to the front of the room
They were shoved into a chair
And strapped to a machine
And the grim reaper
Would bark out a few questions
Then their live would flash by
On the screen
Then the screen
would flash
A simple symbol
either a green light
A red light
A yellow light
or a black light
would appear
and the grim reaper
Would pronounce sentence
In the language of the person
In front of him
Then sentence pronounced
The body would disappear
And the grim reaper
Would bark out
Next
Soon it was my turn
The grim reaper barked out
name: John (Jake) Cosmos Aller
Date and place of birth
October 30, 1955 Oakland, California
There is a discrepancy here
Your birthday is listed twice
as either October 29
Or October 30
Which is the real date?
The 30th
Fine
And he pointed
his hand held computer
And I saw my life flash by
30 seconds later
The screen flashed green
Congratulations
You have been given a reprieve
And will be returned to your life
But with a warning
Your time is limited
As is it
For all of you
Make the most of it
Someone upstairs has marked
Your file
For positive review
for the next date
when you will meet your fate
Good luck
I asked
How much time do I have
He smiled
No one is allowedTo knows the date
That they are scheduled
To meet their fate
That information is classified
Q level top secret ultra
Only St. Peter’s knows
And he does not tell me
Anything
You have no need to know
And neither of us
Are cleared for that
So just go back
And make the most
Of the time you have
The sun was coming up
I looked at my wife
The love of my life
And vowed to make
Every moment count
Until my next date
With the grim reaper
175,000 Corona Ghosts Message to our Leaders
1750,000 Corona ghosts
Have a message
For our feckless leaders
Their voices crying out
In the corona winds
That are sweeping the world
Led by the implacable enemy
General Corona
And his army of virus bots
The corona ghosts cry out
Why Mr. President
Can’t you take responsibility
And apologize to the world
For the mess you made
Due to your incompetence
Why Mr. president
Do you continue to listen to quacks
Whether than your own experts
And why dear God
Don’t you mask up
Right now?
Mr. President
Why can’t you get
The senate to get off
Their proverbial buts
And deliver Corona relief
To those fortunate
To still be alive?
And Mr. President
The way things are going
We may see you soon
As you too may become
Another Corona Ghost
Herman Cain Was his Name
Herman Cain was his name
Being President of Godfather Pizza
That was his name
And his claims to fame
He ran his company with pizzaz
Being famous for being famous
Knew all the right people
Did the right thing
But still on that date
He met his fate
And became
Just one
of the 150,000 Corona Ghosts
Ghosts in the corona winds
That are sweeping the land
Killing people left and right
As General Corona marches forward
With his army of virus bots
Infecting everyone they met
And in the end
It did not matter
Who Herman Cain was
He became just
Another
Corona Ghost
the Meaning of Life
Sometimes I contemplate
The meaning of life
And the central mystery
That still haunts my life
The fairy tale romance
That overwhelmed me
38 years ago
When I met my fate
On that august date
I still do now know
How and why
I had the dream
All I know
Is that she came
To me in a dream
And then walked into my life
And became my wife
But I sill don’t know the meaning
Of life itself
All I know
Is that I married
The women of my dreams
And that has made
All the difference
based on my true love story. For details see “Dream Girl” on my blog, “the world according to cosmos
the END
