More Ink Pantry Poems
Ink Pantry has published some more of my poems
Curators of Fine Words
Poetry Drawer: Getting Lucky: waiting for the day: The Rising Storm of Sedition Overwhelms Us All: Tired and Burned Out – Let 2020 Go!!!: Toilet Gate Fit Metaphor for the End of the Trump Affair by Jake Cosmos Aller
Posted on 21st January 2021 by Deborah Edgeley
Getting Lucky
I have been extremely lucky
In life
Lucky in love,
Not so much in cards
Met the love of my life
In a dream
Then she became my wife
Over the years,
We have been extremely lucky
As our investments grew and grew,
Fuelled by the skill
Of my financial advisor wife
Born in the year of the Golden Pig
Making me wealthy
In my old age
I often think meeting her
Was like winning the lotto
Or getting a jackpot
A jackpot of love
That continues to pay me
Dividends for life
Until the day I die
With my lucky charm
By my side
Waiting for the Day
I lay in bed
Waiting for the sun to rise,
Next to my sleeping beauty
Filled with her love,
But with the dawning sun
The nightmares come back
Filled with fearful thoughts
Of what fresh insanity
Will soon overwhelm me
I watch the daily news
Absorbing the latest
Scandal d’jour
The latest fresh hell
As I watch with dismay
America the land of my birth
Tear itself apart
As politicians play games
Thousands die
Becoming Corona Ghosts
It is enough to make me
Want to hideaway
For the rest of my time
On this earth
The Rising Storm of Sedition Overwhelms Us All
A rising 
Threatens to overwhelm us all
As the alt. right wing forces
Complicit in treason
And committed sedition
A failure of law enforcement
And politics as well
As the craven proud boys
do not hide anymore
screaming fraud
Trying to foment civil war
Storming the Capitol
On instructions from their hero
The craven President
Hides out
Watching the carnage
That he unleashed
Descend on the capitol
Tired and Burned Out – Let 2020 Go!!!
January 15, 2021
It has been two weeks
Since the beginning of the year
It seems like it has been a Year
Of horror condensed down
Into two-weeks
Of daily chaos
As the centre frays
We are so Tired
and Burned Out
yet we can’t Let 2020 Go!!!
Madness grows
Can’t take it much more
can’t shake off
the 2020 hangover
2021 You are so old
We are so done with you
Just go away
And never haunt us again
Toilet Gate Fit Metaphor for the End of the Trump Affair
News that the President’s son-in-law and daughter
Refused to allow secret service agents
To use any of their 6.5 toilets
Is a fitting metaphor
For the end of the Trump Era
The news captures the false sense
Of royal privilege
Among the Trump family
And shows how shallow, cruel
And inhuman the family really is
How did such a family of grifters
Manage to take over the WH?
And how can anyone still support
Such despicable human beings?
They deny it of course
But the Secret service
Says it is true
And they had to pay 100,000 dollars
3,000 dollars per month
To rent an apartment across the street
So, agents could relieve themselves
What were they thinking?
Perhaps they were thinking
The agents could use the bushes
Out back?
Or beg to use the neighbor’s facilities?
Anyway, not their problem
What the hired help does
After all
So glad that this band
Of grifters are on their way out
And sanity will return
To our nation
Ink Pantry Publishes Recent Poems
Ink Pantry, Scarlet Leaf, Spill Words, Synchronized Chaos, Two Drops of Ink, have published 15 of my recent poems. The poems are posted below along with audio and photo clips.
Scarlet Leaf review will publish these poems in the following order:
The year that was – Anniversary issue
Ink Pantry Publication
Five Poems by Jake Cosmos Aller
Posted on 21st January 2020 by Deborah Edgeley
Morning Light
the terrors of the night
the worst imaginings
of what might happen
war, rumours of war
end of civilization
nuclear war
and other horrors
ripped from the headlines
fade away into nothingness
with the morning light
and the love of my wife
who is always by my side
I regain my sight
and begin
regaining my smile
and my life
until the next nightmares
consumes my dark imaginings
Dora the Intergalactic Explorer
Dora the intergalactic explorer
Is travelling to the strangest planet
of all the known worlds
she is traveling incognito
with a video crew
making a documentary
the planet earth
is known as a planet
of intelligent monkeys
not much is known
about them
as very few
have ever been there
the inhabitants are described
as blood thirsty insane creatures
ruled by hidden sexual and political passions
following incomprehensible
religious dogmas following Gods
that clearly do not exist
the inhabitants are just on the verge
of developing intergalactic travel
and the galactic empire
is worried that they will be driven
to try to conquer the rest of the universe
driven by their needs to impose
their religious dogma
the planet is divided into large tribal groups
governed by corrupt elites
corrupt businesses destroying the planet
in pursuit of profit
and the locals are little more
than wage slaves
barely making a living
addicted to alcohol, drugs gambling
pornography and illicit sex
and their main land
is ruled by a clearly delusional madman
intent on poking a fight
with all his alleged enemies
Dora assumed the appearance
of a character from TV
and will pose as a journalist
trying to make sense
of it all
but she was afraid
that she if found out
could face the worst consequence
her ship crash lands
and she is outside
the capital
of the non empire empire
called the United State of America
Dora gets her crew together
and walks into the city
staring at all the strange sights
as the monkeys go about
their daily activities
she stops at a restaurant
tries the coffee
the chief drug of choice
and is instantly addicted
wow no wonder
these people are crazed
she tries the local booze
and smiles
perhaps she could
become an intergalactic merchant
introducing the world
to the galaxy
her thought are interrupted
as a mad man armed
with weapons of war
bursts in and starts shooting
yelling at people
and she is shot dead
the authorities
are shocked
when they recover the body
and realize
that she is not a human
as she reverts other original
form
sort of a giant feline like creature
two legs and arms
and clearly from an advanced
civilization given her gear
what was she doing
no one knew
as all the aliens
died in the gun blaze
the world is shocked
at what had happened
and fearful that the aliens
were coming to invade
their world
the galactic senate
decides to contain
the humans
declaring them
a threat to the galactic civilization
and the humans vow
to discover the secrets
of interstellar travel
and travel to her land
to enter into business arrangements
and spread the one truth faith
to the heathen space aliens
thus ended Dora’s excellent adventure
in the crazed world at the edge
of known civilization
Mocking Faces Staring at Me
Mocking faces
hunting my dreams much
Hundreds of faces
morphing into one
after another
Faces I knew
The dead
and the living
women I knew
friends I missed
enemies I did not
One after another
Marching in my room
Staring at me
I tried to run
They laughed
They said
that there’s nowhere
to escape my cosmic fate
My time is coming
prepare yourself
the grim reaper
has your name
and once he has your name
your fate is sealed
and you will soon
join us
whether in heaven
or hell
is not for us to say
be warned though
you will be judged
and no one can escape
their cosmic karmic fate stop just going
a wild man sits in a gilded cage
a wild man sits in a gilded cage
a cage made out of chains of his wife’s love
a cage made out of chains of his wife’s love
the wild man yearning to be free from his cage
the wild man yearning to be free from his cage
wondering how and why he was now tamed
wondering how and why he was now tamed
dreaming dark wild dreams of demented freedom
dreaming dark wild dreams of demented freedom
the wild man looks about his prison cage
the wild man looks about his prison cage
wondering whether he will ever be free
wondering whether he will ever be free
a wild man sits in a gilded cage
2019 The Last Year of America’s Greatness
2019 was the last year of America
when the proverbial chickens came home
when the proverbial chickens came home
to strut about the decaying landscape
to strut about the decaying landscape
as the world begins to burn and die
as the world begins to burn and die
led by the mad great leader and his merry men
led by the mad great leader and his merry men
the whole world lay in shock and awe
the whole world lay in shock and awe
at the destruction of the America they knew
at the destruction of the America they knew
when the proverbial chickens came home sources
Poetry Drawer: Insanity Lives by Jake Cosmos Aller
Why the thing killed itself
While the slaves closed in to eat
The cannibals or yes no quite indeed
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The death
The reason
The dream
The dream the dream remains
They are coming coming
To get me
I know too much
I will not tell they will not believe
OK they can’t think they can only screw
Dark the thumb
the race cards tell us all
The death of God
Killed in a drunken fit
That is my story
I killed god
They snare us while we sleep
They come for us while we sleep
In a bed of golden fleas
They are waiting
In the archway of my house
They are waiting outside
I march to my doom
Screaming with all my might.
the End
