September 23, 2018
Cat Fight in Incheon
Watching two cats
Fighting alongside the sidewalk
In suburban Incheon New Airport Town
Completely indifferent
To the humans walking around them
And the humans were indifferent to the cats
As they stood there fighting
And screeching at each other
One orange one
One half black half white one
Both middle age in cat years
As I sat there watching the cats
really getting into it
I wondered what they were arguing about?
But since I don’t speak cat
I really didn’t know
All I know is they were really screeching at each other
And almost look like they were about to attack each other
But one cat backed down
As the other cat stood their proverbial ground
If they were humans one would have pulled out a knife
Or a gun
And someone would have been killed
But being mere cats
They stared at each other
And walked away
but they kept glancing at each other
So I knew the fight as not over
Merely postponed until a later hour
Cats truly are the aliens
Who live among us humans
September 23, 2018
Robotic Love
And other Poems
By
Jake Cosmos Aller
Index
- Robotic Love
- The Waves
- Island Paradise
4. The Sun Rises on the Last Man on Earth
- Six Months After the End of the World
Robotic Love
It seems in this toxic modern world
That love has become irrelevant
That love is merely a second hand emotion
That all there is
Is nothing but sex
Pure pornographic sex
And everything human
Has been reduced to a commodity
True love
Soul mate transformational love
No longer exists
And all of us
Have gradually lost our humanity
And we are becoming nothing
But interchangeable commodities
To be bought and sold
And our love
Such as it is
Is nothing but robotic masturbation
Thus is the state
Of love in the modern world
The Waves
The waves fall upon the Oregon coast
Wave after wave fall along the coast
Thousands of years have passed
Since mankind last saw the waves
On the coast
The waves don’t remember mankind
Nothing does
The world went on without mankind
And mankind faded into history
Just another lost ruling race
Like the ancient dinosaurs
And the waves continue
Their nightly dance
Indifferent to the fate of nations
That no longer exist
Such is the nature
Of the waves
Of fortune
Island Paradise
Living life large
In a tropical paradise
Nice weather
Great food
Fresh sea breezes
Caressing one’s skin
The stress of the modern world
Receding like a bad nightmare
As the sun’s tropical heat
Warms one’s soul
The Sun Rises on the Last Man on Earth
The sun rose high in the sky
On the last day of the world
The sunlight filled the sky
And the last man on earth
Woke up
And realized that today
Would be his last day on earth
He looked at the sun
And smiled
And warmed himself
As the sun rose
In the sky
And he walked out
Into the parched
dried burned out land
where nothing grew any more
where global climate changed
had destroyed the world
turning everything into a dessert
He started walking in search of water
And food
And walked miles
In the hot deserted world
Dreaming of the past world
And wondering if the sun would rise
The next day
As this would surely be his last day on earth
As he lay down to die
The sun smiled at him
And granted him
One more day
In the world
One more chance to live
And the sun set
And the night began
And the man slept
And woke up
The sun came up
And he was alive
But the world remained dead
April 26 2018 Update
Just published in Whispers and poem for Day 26th of the Tiferet Journal Poem a Thon 2018. If you have not checked out their FB page please consider doing so before the end of the month when the poem thon is finished and please consider sponsoring my participation.
And also check out my poetry blog for this and other poems and political rants. I’d love to increase my visitor count.
In the future look for me to explore becoming an Instagram poet and a you tube poet!
Angela Lee
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 desire
Everything I ever needed
published in Whispers April 2018
Dear Whispers’ Contributors and Readers,
This collection of acrostic poems gathered by our Activity Feature Editor, Jack Horne, is a wonderful representation and celebration of the artists that participated in this column–a gift to read today. Poetry is meant to be shared. The monthly activities allow us to stretch sometimes or maybe a chance to relax as the words flow as an outgrowth of the challenge Jack chooses. Here is a link to–
April Activity Feature–Acrostic Poems–Hosted By–Jack Horne–Whispers’ Activity Feature Editor
Thank you, international artists. The gathering of many was a joy for me to read today. If you missed the deadline, please feel free to share your acrostic poems as comments. For those that shared in the harmony of the whole in Jack’s column, you may share additional poems in the comments’ section too.
Keep on writing and sharing your words. Best wishes to all of you.
Blessings,
Karen
And one more poem from day 25
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 someday
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
I’d love to hear of other hitchhiking stories. Please send them to me and I’ll create a Hitchhiking Tales page on my blog and share it with every one.
The blog can be found at https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com
Prior Poems of the Day
God Does Not Talk to Idiots March 20 2018
Poems about God
Here are some of my poems about God. Comments welcomed. And if I offend people, well you are entitled to your opinion and I am entitled to my opinion.
God Does Not Talk to Idiots
Every day
There is another outrageous statement
From this preacher or that preacher
Saying that God spoke to them
And told them that Trump
Was anointed by God himself
And would bring us all to the promised land
Well I hate to bring it up
But felt that I must
If God exists
And is all powerful
Why would he waste his time
Talking to these idiot preachers?
And why would he anoint Trump
The most ungodly of all politicians
How do these preachers know
It is God calling
Does God speak to them?
And what does God sound like?
How did God talk to them?
On the phone? By email? By tweet
Or by visions or voices in their head?
Or are they just raving lunatics
Who think that God is calling them?
God does not in my opinion
Talk to idiots
Nor should he tolerate these fools any more
God does not send us hurricanes or tornados
To punish us
That is beneath his pay grade
God is god and is mysterious
And if he speaks to us at all
We surely do not understand
Anything he says
As we have surely screwed up
The teachings of his prophets
So, I wish to end this by saying
Oh, you false prophets
STFU
God is not calling you
And never has
Just SFTU already
God in My Coffee
One dismal demented morning
As I contemplated the dawning day
Trying to wake up from the nightmares
That have been haunting my every night
I reached for my morning cup of hot coffee
And as I drank my morning poison
My snarling sarcastic cup of java
Frying my neurons with caffeine
I saw God
He had the look – tall white hair beard
And those piercing blue eyes
Starting at you with the thousand-year stare
Of the truly committed
Yes, it was God himself
In the bottom of my cup of coffee
And he was smiling at me
Beckoning me to join him
And so, I jumped into my cup
And went through the door
And found myself
In a giant hallway
Filled with Mr. Smith like
angels working on computers
Programing the day’s plans
I asked where I could find God
They told me that I had an appointment
And I went down the hallway
And found myself in another room
And found God sitting there
Waiting for me
He offered me coffee
And we drank coffee
And talked about this and that
I asked him what he wanted
He said nothing but my understanding
And Patience
And told me that I was lost
But would be found soon
And told me to go back home
And wait for his signal
For the revolution was coming
And I would lead God’s forces
And then I found myself
Back at home
And drank another cup of coffee
Four Poems About God
Meeting God at the Lake
In my 61 years around the sun
I encountered God four times
At least I thought it was God
But could never be sure
The first time I met God
I had taken magic mushrooms
And had gone to a lake
And soon was tripping inside my head
Lost in inner space
Zoning out tuning in
Dropping down the proverbial rabbit hole
And then in the middle of my madness
I felt oneness with the universe
My body melted away
And I joined the universe
All bonderies dropped away
And I knew that the universe
Was alive and I was part of the Cosmos
And the Cosmos was part of me
And I wondered at that moment
If I was face to face with God
I asked God to reveal himself to me
And nothing happened
Just laughter as the whole universe
Burst into laughter
And the madness began to fade
And I slowly came down from the high
And became aware of myself
And I was no longer one
With the universe
I felt profoundly moved by the experience
Felt that I had achieved perhaps nirvana
Or felt the presence of God
The feeling faded over time
And I resume my quest to find God
But knew that I would never again
Come so close to the divine essence
Of the very Universe
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 losing her reason
Then I would go out
And explore the city
Go to a museum
Go to one neighborhood
And just be there
Rediscovering the Bay area
After years of being away
Having dinner with old friends
Seeing movies etc
Every morning a black cat came to visit
The cat was friendly and waited for me
And then would join me in my morning rambles
Following me to the bus stop
I stated talking to the black cat
He looked at me with the spark of divinity
In his dark eyes
I called him the cosmic cat
He seemed to like that
He would look at me
And I opened 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 cat was indeed
a cosmic cat
Talking with God in Bombay
Five years later
After I had last talked to God
In the form of the cosmic cat
Who hung out with in Berkeley
I found myself in Bombay, India
One day, I went to Church
And on the way home
I stopped on the side of the road
And prayed to God to provide me a sign
What should I do I asked God
And then I felt it again
God seemed to be everywhere
And nowhere
And I found myself down the rabbit hole again
And I had a vision of an old man
Sitting by the side of a bed
Looking at an old women
And realized that I was seeing the future
And the women in my vision was my wife
And then I knew the answer
that God was giving me
I had to find my way
Back to my wife
And rekindled the love that we shared
I looked up and saw my wife’s face
In the sky
I went home and wrote
A long poem for my wife
And called her up
And began talking to her
For the first time
In a long time
And I told her what was on mind
And told her that we had to decide
Would we continue as a couple
Or will continue to drift apart
Somehow I finished the conversation
And fell asleep with the peace and contentment
Of God’s presence filling my heart and soul
The feeling of being connected with God
Faded over the time
But the conviction that God had spoken to me
Never really left me
I asked God whether God was the God of Jesus
Or Allah or Brahmin
And I realized that God is God
And the universe is God and I am God
And that was the end of the story
And my last time I prayed to God
The Cosmic Dog from Goa
My final time with God
Happened a year latter
I was staying down in Goa
With my wife
Enjoying being with her
After our reconciliation
We stayed at the Taj Mahal Goa
Living like Kings and Queen
Just for a few days
High up on a hill
Overlooking the beach
Every morning I went down to the beach
And did yoga by the water
While contemplating life
And every morning
I saw the same dog
Not just a dog
But a cosmic dog
Filled with the divine spark of God
And the dog recognized me
And spoke to me and I knew
That God was present once more
In the face of the that cosmic dog
Kindred spirit
perhaps to the cosmic cat
that had save my soul
in Berkeley so long ago
I told the dog everything
And he just looked at me
With those soulful eyes of his
And I knew he knew that I knew
That he was possessed by God
God had sent him to me
To make sure that I was on the right path
That the reconciliation that God had promoted
Was on track that I was back with my wife
And that everything was the way it should be
Again I asked God whether he was Jesus or Allah
Or Brahmin or Ganesh or Buddha
God the cosmic dog just stared at me
I finally asked him directly
Say if you are God the God of Jesus
Bark once
The Dog looked at me and barked
I said well if you are Allah bark twice
The dog barked twice
Well are you buddha then bark three times if yes
The god dog barked three times
Hmm well are you Satan
The dog growled at me
And I knew I had gone too far
Finally, I was at peace
And for the next three days
The God Dog was my constant companion
And I knew God for the final time
In my life
Disgraced evangelist Jim Bakker warns critics they will face God’s wrath for making fun of him
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In video captured by Right Wing Watch, disgraced evangelist Jim Bakker raged at his critics saying, they will face the wrath of God for mocking his End Time warnings and making fun of him throughout his checkered career.
Not mentioning his time in the wilderness, after he spent time in prison after bilking his followers out of $158 million, Bakker boasted that he has made many predictions — including 9/11 — that have come true, and that he is not being treated like the prophet he is.
“When God says something to you, you don’t always know the exact time it’s going to happen,” Bakker thundered. “[So] stop beating up the prophets because God says, ‘Woe unto you when you beat up on the prophets.’”
Bakker then threatened damnation on those who have ridiculed him over the years.
“If you don’t want to hear it, just shut me off,” Bakker said. “Especially you folks that monitor me every day to try to destroy me. Just go away. You don’t have to be there, you don’t have to hear it. But one day, you’re going to shake your fist in God’s face and you’re going to say, ‘God, why didn’t you warn me?’ And He’s going say, ‘You sat there and you made fun of Jim Bakker all those years. I warned you but you didn’t listen.’”
God Talks to Rev. Bakker
Rev. Bakker says
When God says something to you,
you don’t always know the exact time it’s going to happen,”
Bakker thundered.
“[So] stop beating up the prophets because God says,
‘Woe unto you when you beat up on the prophets.’”
God just called me up this morning with a message
He said,
Jake. This is God speaking
I loved your poem,
“God Does Not Talk to Idiots.”
God, I don’t even know if you exist
How did you get my number
I am God you idiot and know everything
Or course, God Sir.
What’s up your royal highness?
Just God would do for now, Jake
Okay.
So Jake, I have a message for Rev. Bakker
And I want you to deliver it
You can email it in
As I am sure he will not like it at all
Why can’t you deliver it?
Because God roared
“I don’t talk to idiots.”
What’s the message?
Quit using my name in vain
Quit saying I call you
Quit saying I talk with you
I don’t know you from Adam
And I don’t like you
How dare you swindle 185 million dollars
From your followers
Using my good name
You sir are an asshole
And Satan has a room for you
Just confirmed it this morning
Oh my more thing, this article says
Bakker then threatened damnation
on those who have ridiculed him over the years.
“If you don’t want to hear it, just shut me off,” Bakker said.
God laughed and said to me
I will shut him up for good for sure
And my TV is set to delete his face
Every time I turn it on
Tell him that as well
“Especially you folks that monitor me every day to try to destroy me.
And tell him that I am one of those who monitor him every day
And I do want to destroy him
He is bad for the whole brand you know?
Bakker went on to say
Just go away.
You don’t have to be there, you don’t have to hear it.
But one day, you’re going to shake your fist in God’s face
and you’re going to say, ‘God, why didn’t you warn me?’
Tell him that is rich coming from such a con man
I have been warning people against these shysters
For centuries – it is in the bible after all
And He’s going say,
‘You sat there and you made fun of Jim Bakker all those years.
I warned you but you didn’t listen
Yes Rev. Bakker warned you repeatedly ad nauseum
Until I wanted to vomit
But thought it would be best
to just let him rot in prison.
Give him a taste of hell to come.”
“So Jake, will you accept this cosmic commission?”
Sure thing God.
And that ended my conversation with God
So Rev. Bakker, here’s the deal. God is angry at you
And your friends for misrepresenting the word of God
All these years and for ripping for the gullible
And living the high life getting rich off your believers
I’d repent of your sins I were you
and I’d follow God’s parting words
Finally just tell Rev. Bakker and his fellow false prophets
STFU before I smite you to Hell”
Buddha’s Prayer
The world is in a horrible place
The forces of darkness
Evil and hate have overwhelmed us all
Taking us down a dark and dangerous path
And I pray to all the Gods for deliverance
No one answers my prayers
As I watch the news
And the worlds spins further away
Into darkness and chaos
I then see the Buddha
Smiling at me
And as I contemplate the end
I realize that it all will work out
That is the Buddha nature of the world
Good always wins
And evil is just another illusion
End Poems About God
