Cosmos’s Poetry Soup Poems 2016-2019

these poems were published on Poetry Soup from 2016 to now, covering a wide range of topics and are my favorite and best poems. I will post my All Poetry poems soon. Stay tuned for that, my friends.

first up are my recent gun poems followed by my other poems in roughly the order I posted them. There were some duplicates removed as well. See the poetry soup site for complete list of the poems.

If you don’t like them so be it. But I hope that you will consider them and think about what can we do as an nation to reduce the carnage on the streets. Prayers and thoughts are not enough. Gun violence is not like the weather, ie. Something we can’t control. We can and must do something to combat this problem.

That’s my two cents worth and I am sticking to my guns (pun very much intended)

here then are my gun poems

index

Another Day Another Shooting

Mr. President Words Matter

Chief of Staff, You are Absurd

Guns Kill People

NRA Please Stop Talking

More Guns for Everyone in the World

Virginia Beach Massacre Never Again Ever

It’s a Gun Situation, Mr. President

Prayer Works

I don’t Get It

Another Day Another Shooting

another day in paradise
just another day in America
land of the free
Home of the brave

and guns
lots of guns
more guns for all
cries the NRA

yes another day
another gun battle
another white man
who just wants to kill

the President sends his condolences
Thanks the law enforcement
for an incredible job well done
It was horrible

Hate has no place
in our country
and we will take of it
and do what ever we can do

condolences
nothing but false words
empty words
lots of things to do

it is mental illness problem
but he fails to mention
the words gun at all
not at all

and tomorrow and tomorrow
but he at least finally said
hate has no role in country
nothing but prime BS
in my humble opinion

he did not mention
white supremacy
his rhetoric had nothing
nothing to do about this at all

and so tomorrow
I will turn on the TV
and we see
nothing at all

and the dead
will remain dead
the guns will fire again
nothing will be done

welcome to America
land of the free
home of the brave

Mr. President Words Matter

Mr President
Words matter
your words matter

your words of hate
your words of division

your words
calling fellow human beings
scum, vermit, faith
invaders, animals
matter

they matter a lot
and is it little wonder
that people listen
to the hate you sprew forth

and some deranged people
take action
on your call
for action

against the invaders
on the border
they march to the border
to kill the invaders

your words matter
Mr. President
and your false words
of regret

fool no one
the damage has been done
the hate has been spread
just as you intended

and you
have the gall
to call yourself
A Christian

you are the anti-Christ
you are not a Christian
so please quite pretending
to be what you are not

please man up
accept your responsibility
set things right
apologize

the dead though
don’t need your prayers
they need action
they need leadership

and you are the president
so please start acting
like you give a damn

and if you do so
perhaps
you will find
people will follow you

but please
quite the words
of hate
the words that hurt

and quit calling immigrants
invaders and vermin
they are human beings
they are deserving of respect

this I ask of you
In Jesus’s name
even though I am not a Christian
please Donald Trump group

and become the president
of the people
and end the war of words
and constant hate

Chief of Staff, You are Absurd

the President’s chief of staff
said the other day
it was absurd
to suggest that the president’s words
had anything to do
with recent mass shootings

yet is it absurd
to see the lengths
to which the President’s supporters
will twist and turn
spinning away
the inconvenient truth

President Trump
is a racist bigot con man
who somehow
conned his way
to become President

he call immigrants
criminals, vermin, animals
invaders
infesting the country

the El Paseo shooter
said that he went to the border
to shoot the invaders
and said
that he was a big Trump fan

it is not absurd
to connect these two huge dots
the President’s words
has real world consequences

Yes Mr. Trump is a racist pig
and his supporters
are being absurd
to suggest otherwise

Guns Kill People

Guns
guns kill people
guns do kill people

it is not mental illness
it is not video games
it is not a million other things

it is simply this
a gun is a weapon
a weapon designed to kill people
that is what guns do

guns don’t care
they do as they are told
if you pull the trigger
they will kill the victim

that is what guns do
that is why
in a civilized society
military assault weapons
are locked up

yet in America
the land of the free
home of the brave
everyone and his cousin
must have their gun

guns for everyone
cries the NRA
that’s the solution

The president
and his supporters
deny the obvious

guns kill people
that’s all they do
it is a gun thing
you would not understand

so Mr. President
you can take your words
your empty platitudes
your empty promises

straight to hell
and back

where with any luck
Satan will use you
as target practice

NRA Please Stop Talking

Another day

Another mass shooting
Another incident

of domestic terrorism
another gun man

killing people

because just because
The NRA
And their stooges
Come out
Flood the airways

With their noxious

Poisonous weasel words
The NRA says

Mass shootings
Are like the weather
You can’t control them

You can’t predict them
And you can’t prevent them

Just have to accept
It is all god’s will
Guns don’t kill people

IF guns were outlawed
Only outlaws
Would have guns

Only solution
Is more guns
For everyone
An armed society

they say
Is a polite society
Support for gun control
Is

socialist/communist/fascist/anti-American/anti-Christian nonsense

The beginning of tyranny
If only the Jews had guns
The holocaust would not have happened

Jesus would want us all
to be armed
with machine guns

To protect us against the evil doers
It is the Christian thing to do
To blow away evil doers

With heavy arms
In America

Land of the free
Home of the brave

We can’t do anything
At all

About the mass carnage
Unleashed by madmen with guns
Who walk among us
Searching for their next victims

Any restriction of the right
To bear arms
Is tyranny at its worst

The nanny state run amuck
Talking about gun control
After a tragic event
Is

just not the appropriate time
We only need prayers
and meaningless thoughts

Universal background checks
Too onerous

Registering guns
Too burdensome

Researching gun violence
waste of tax payer money

banning military style assault weapons
restricts my right to blow
away
Bambi the deer
with a M16

the NRA will keep talking
talking and talking
preventing anything
from being done

and we will have another
Mass shooting event
Before the day is out

So my plead
This day

To the NRA

and their stoogies

Talk is cheap
Your comments
Are not helping

If you can’t
Be a part of the solution

Just stop talking
Please stop talking
And let the rest

Of us figure out
How to stop
The madness in the streets

And stop the carnage
So NRA
Please
just
stop
talking
Now

More Guns for Everyone in the World

The NRA has decided
That the best solution to global problem
Of rampant violence and crime everywhere

Is for the rest of the world
To become like the U.S.
Where anyone can buy a gun
As an armed society is a polite society’

And so the President is about to announce
A global campaign against gun control restrictions
As these restrictions are an undue burden
On the rights of the US arms manufactures

To sell their guns everywhere in the world
As everyone wants what we have to sell
The best weapons in the world

Instead of trying to limit the damage
That unrestricted gun sales
Have done to the U.S.

Our President, our great leader
Wants to sell more guns
Everywhere in the world

And there are eager buyers
Lining up around the world
Eager to buy the best guns
The world has ever seen

We want to export
The gun madness
That has infected our society
Leaving behind so many dead bodies

The dead were not consulted
For they remain dead
They do not vote
They have no voice

For the guns silenced
them for good
just as the guns intended
Just doing their gun thing after all

Humanity has evolved
From stones to arrows
To guns
To nuclear, biological weapons

And the U.S.
While proclaiming itself
A champion of Human Rights

Remains nothing but a country
Of gun runners
Merchants of death
And destruction

Trump Administration Advances Plan to Relax Gun-Export Rules found Poem

The Trump administration

Sought to relax export rules for American small arms,

including semiautomatic rifles, handguns, and sniper rifles.

Because the NRA said

the solution to gun violence

aIs more guns

for everyone in the world

Everyone should be able

to buy American made weapons

The best in the world after all

And everyone in the world

needs what the US

Wants to sell

The shift,

is championed by gunmakers

who say it

will make them more competitive

in the international market.

Critics argue

an export policy

that favors commercial interests

could put the national security

of the United States at risk

or harm diplomatic efforts.
“

“This decision is also politically tone-deaf

as our nation reckons

with a gun violence epidemic.”

A State Department spokesman

said that the change

would ease the regulatory burden

on American gun makers

and allow them to compete better globally.

Currently, the Department of State

monitors exports of nearly all weapons

“The world of firearms exports

is full of questionable, dubious characters.”

the Department of Justice

and Department of Homeland Security

criticized the change

because it could make it

easier for transnational criminal organizations

or terrorists to get American-made guns.

But the NRA

They don’t care

More guns for all

Is the solution to all gun violence

And sadly, our President

Has sold his soul

To the NRA

Who offered him

Millions of dollars

In blood money

more guns for everyone

based on following article

The Trump administration on Monday advanced a long-sought-after plan to relax export rules for American s

mall arms, including semiautomatic rifles, handguns, and sniper rifles.
In a private briefing with members of Congress, State Department officials outlined a proposed rule change that would transfer oversight of gun exports to the Department of Commerce. The proposed rule will be published in the Federal Register later this week, where it will be subject to public comment for 45 days. While it is unlikely, Congress could block the change using powers under the Congressional Review Act.

The shift, which was first proposed by the Obama administration in 2012, is championed by gunmakers who say it will make them more competitive in the international market. Critics argue an export policy that favors commercial interests could put the national security of the United States at risk or harm diplomatic efforts.

“Weakened Congressional oversight of international small arms and munitions sales is extremely hazardous to global security,” said Senator Ben Cardin of Maryland, a Democrat who serves on the Senate Committee on Foreign Relations, in an emailed statement. “This decision is also politically tone-deaf as our nation reckons with a gun violence epidemic.”
A State Department spokesman said that the change would ease the regulatory burden on American gun makers and allow them to compete better globally.

Currently, the Department of State monitors exports of nearly all weapons through the U.S. Munitions List. Since 2002, the department has been required to notify Congress of overseas sales of firearms worth more than $1 million.

In 2016, the State Department alerted the Senate Foreign Relations Committee to a proposed sale of more than 26,000 rifles to the Philippines. Cardin at the time objected to arming the regime of PhilippinePresident Rodrigo Duterte, who had inaugurated a wave of thousands of extrajudicial killings as part of a crackdown on drugs. The weapons deal was canceled as a result.

The proposed rule change would transfer control over the sale of small arms to the Commerce Control List, and Congress would no longer be notified of large purchases.
Some arms control experts say reduced oversight could provide criminals, terrorists, or hostile states an opportunity to purchase American weapons.
Under Department of Commerce weapon-export rules, “companies aren’t required to provide as much information about brokers or shipping” as they must under State Department supervision, said Colby Goodman, who examines American weapons exports as director of the Security Assistance Monitor program at the Center for International Policy in Washington. “The world of firearms exports is full of questionable, dubious characters.”

The rule change has been long in the making. It was first proposed in 2012 by the Obama administration, but abandoned shortly after the Sandy Hook Elementary School shooting. At the time, the Department of Justice and Department of Homeland Security criticized the change because it could make it easier for transnational criminal organizations or terrorists to get American-made guns.

In September, Reuters reported that the Trump administration was interested in reviving the rule change to encourage more international arms sales. With the formal commencement of the public comment period, the preparation has become a policy reality.
In April, the Trump administration said it would now consider economic factors in addition to security when it comes to selling American weapons overseas.
The Trump administration has argued that the change would aid the domestic gun industry by cutting down on export regulation. American consumer sales of firearms have suffered since the 2016 election. After years of elevated sales in anticipation of possible new gun-control measures imposed by Democratic lawmakers, domestic demand subsided as Republicans took full control of the federal government.
– ALEX YABLON

Virginia Beach Massacre Never Again Ever

Virgina Beach
In a night of horrific scumbagery violence
Rarely seen in this jaded age of ours
Gone in one hour

In a spasm of horrific scumbagery violence
In just a few short minutes
Nothing more than that
In just a few moments
All 12 victims were murdered

By a disgruntled employee
Every one he knew was shot
And killed for no reason

Caused by the demons
His soul was so infected

Murderous demonic voices
All in his head
Screaming kill them all kill them all
Screaming none stop violence in his head
All the time

Causing him to start shooting everyone he saw
Regardless of who they were or where they were
Everyone must die screamed the demonic voices in his head

No one can be left alive
Everyone must die
Virtually all must die in his internal video game
Everyone must die
Regardless of who they were or where they were

Again just another day
Gone horribly wrong
All across America
In every town
No where is safe anymore

Virgina Beach massacre

Virgina Beach massacre
Just another

Average night in America
An Active Shooter

scumbagery violence
Rarely seen

in this jaded wild world
Gone in one hour

In a spasm of horrific
scumbagery

In just a less than 30 short minutes
Nothing more than

In just a few short 30 moments
All the victims

were murdered while at their daily work
wrong place wrong time

act of a demotic deranged madman
voices screaming Kill

The voices scream death to all humans
All must be killed

The voices scream over and over
All must die now

Just another night in America
Home of the free

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 worlds 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 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 nation wide 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

Prayer Does Not Work

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.”

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 is Darker Than You Think

an old hag

an old witch
strictly old school

is talking to young people
She tells them
that it is darker
than they think

the end times approach
She proclaims
she sees the world ending

and is warning them
of what is to come
She is following
the dark master

of the universe
waiting for the end
and she is afraid
she sees the world

the end of things
the end of life
She is afraid

she tells her students
to boldly face
the coming end
with fear
and trepidation

and anxiety
waiting for the end
and in the end
of the worl

they will be born
again as things
circle back

to the beginning
of the end
and the end

of the beginning
thus it has always
played out
in the world

endless nightmares
and in the end,
she will wake up
and embrace her fate

at the end of time

License

bankers have a license to steal
money from their clients
if you make a mistake
the bank can steal your money
as part of their banking license

Governments have a license
to steal money
from the publicits is called taxation
or confiscation

It seems
that police these days
have a license
to kill
unarmed brown people
but only brown people

and the president
has a license
to lie

as he lies
all the time
just because he can

and I have
the ultimate license

the poetic license
to write
these verses
to enlighten the masses

Why Are There So Many Fake Cherokees

Erasure Poem

So many fake Indians these days
Elizabeth Warren is one

And according to my DNA results
I am too

But my grand-parents
spoke Cherokee my mom claims
And they disappeared into the hills
She claims

Is the DNA test wrong?
Was I adopted ?
Or is it possible

That I am a real deal
A real Cherokee
Or am I fake Cherokee???

A Cherokee weighed in on this on Quora

First, I would never call them “fake Natives”.
They are 99% white,
mostly Blue-collar,
and New Age Hippie,

Anglo-Americans
who are simply
lost without their own specific identity
that they can proudly Claim,

so therefore,
they search for a certain Popular,
Romanticized segment of Indigenous People

that will “fit”
into their Family’s historical Lore.

Second, it just happens
to ALWAYS be …
the Cherokee …

sometimes,
either Blackfoot or Lakota.

AND, “My GGM
was a Cherokee Princess”,
as an add-on VALUE.

This is primarily
because of the vast area
formerly inhabited by the Cherokee.

However, the tribes’ interaction
with European immigrants
since colonial times,

led to a great deal of intermarriage
with non-indigenous populations.

In many cases people have limited knowledge
of the other Native American nations,
that inhabited the areas in which they live.

However, a lot of this is wishful thinking,
and these people have African American
or other non-European ancestry.

It is fashionable to claim indigenous ancestry ,
in an attempt to legitimize t
Their sense of belonging on our lands.

The reason is simple,
they don’t know the names
of the other tribes.

There has never been a song called
“Indian Reservation” about Apache People
or any other tribe

but, the Cherokee.
“Indian Reservation”
by Paul Revere and the Raiders.

So if those people aren’t Cherokee
by blood at least it’s in spirit.

And so I conclude
I may be part Cherokee
Part of the lost tribe

Of the Cherokee
But who really knows

My mother took many things
With her to the grave

Lots of family secrets
Things I will never know

But in my heart
I know
That I am part Cherokee

And so I will proudly
Claim I am part Cherokee

In spirt
If not in blood

Love Cinquain

My Love
Haunting my dreams
Nightly talking to me
Then walked out of the dreams into
my Life

Nightmare Cinquain

Nightmares
Endless fears all night long
Can’t escape running from these dreams
All night

Man Child President

A little man child
Is our great and glorious dear leader
Filled with hatred and jealousy
Fear of failure haunts his every step

The little man child
Covers up his failures
With bluster, bravado
And constant attack

The little man child
Always attacking his enemies
Plotting revenge all the time
Consumed with slights and insults

The little man child
Lost millions of dollars

The little man child
Lost the popular vote

The little man child
Has lost the respect of the world
And 60 percent of Americans
Want to see him gone

The little man child
Has infected the body politic
With his insidious poison

A slowly growing cancer
The little man child
Will end up destroying

The country
Before he is through

The little man child
Can’t leave office
For fear of going to prison
So we are stuck with him

The little man child
Will never leave us
Until he is resting
In peace

President Trump International Fire Chief

Our dear leader
Our favorite President
President Trump

Once again
Interjected himself
Into areas that he knows nothing about

Making a fool of himself
In the process

Why does he do this?
Time after time
Talking nonsense

It is because
He is the smartest man
In the universe

Knows more than anyone else
And so he feels
He has to comment
On everything

Under the sun
And then some more
Even when he
Does not know
What he is talking about

So painful to watch such a fool
Mark Twain had sage advice
If you want people to think
You are a fool
Open your mouth
and remove all doubt

In the midst
Of the devastating
Paris Norte Dame fire

He tweeted
“So horrible to watch the massive fire
at Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris,”

“Perhaps flying water tankers
could be used to put it out
Must act quickly!”

Later, Mr. Obvious noted,
They’re having a terrible
terrible fire,”

Mr Trump later told reporters.
“It looks like
it’s burning to the ground.”

The French were not amused
By the unwanted advice
By the fire fighter in chief

France’s civil defense agency,
Sécurité Civile, tweeted —

once in French
and once in English

— less than two hours after Mr Trump

sent his tweet
and appeared

to directly respond to the US president.

“Helicopter or aeroplane,
the weight of the water
and the intensity of the drop
at low altitude

could indeed weaken
the structure of Notre Dame
and result in collateral damage
to the buildings in the vicinity,”

the agency wrote in French.
And despite never posting updates in English,

the agency then sent out a second tweet.

Hundreds of firemen of the Paris Fire Brigade are doing everything they can to bring the terrible #NotreDame fire under control. All means are being used, except for water-bombing aircrafts which, if used, could lead to the collapse of the entire structure of the cathedral.

— Sécurité Civile Fr (@SecCivileFrance) April 15, 2019

And the French provided

This helpful advice
To the Fire Fighter in chief

When California burned
you did not seem to be a fire expert.

Please, shut up.

It is a tragic moment
for the cultural heritage of humanity.

Catching the Trump Madness

Releasing the Trump Monsters

The Trump madness deepens
And the world grows darker
The evil ones have been released
The wild things are growling

The dogs of war
Satan’s hell hounds
Are on the loose

Howling at the moon
Running amuck
Infecting us all
With their madness

As we all turn
into mindless zombies
Filled with hatred
Jealousy and insanity

As Trump
and his neo-fascist
Cabal unleash the monsters
Of their dangerous id

Devouring all reason
Turning all they see
Into raving lunatics

As they set the world on fire
Ushering in the ends of days

Armageddon looms
Will Trump be raptured away?

Only God knows
And he is not telling

As we descend
Into the maelstrom
Hoping against hope

That we can overcome
The monsters
That Trump has unleashed

In the end
Perhaps it does not matter

As the world careens
Deeper into hell
There is no end

Nothing but despair
Forever and ever

prayer for future of the planet

A shaman priestess
Is deep in thought

Engaged in Meditation
on the fate
Of the earth

She is deep in the cosmic woods
In the world between worlds

Where she is communing
With the spirits of the universe
Who listen to her tale of woe

She tells them
Of the rise of the neo-fascists
And the refusal to address

The possible end of the world
Due to run away climate change
She prays and prays

And finally
She receives an answer
More a prediction
It is all up to humans

She has two visions
Of a possible future

Two contrasting visions
One a dystopian nightmare
The other an optimistic vision

The first
The neo-fascists
Seize control

And usher in a dystopian nightmare
That ends with utter destruction

Nuclear war
Nuclear winter
Ends climate change

As civilization ends
And mankind retreat to caves

And it happens
In a blink of an eye

In less than five years
The world will end
Game over civilization ends

The second vision
The optimistic vision

Humanity wakes up
From their collective night mare
Throws off the neo-fascist cabal

And begin to change the world
Making the economy works
For all of us

Not just the corrupt 1 percent
The so-called masters of the Universe

They are overthrown
In a people’s power revolution

All over the world
People wake up
Demand change

And slowly the world
Begins to recover
And overcome

The dark hours
Of the present age

The shaman priestess
Returns home
To spread the word

It up to us
To choose our fate
The end is indeed near

It is darker than you think
But it is not over yet

If we choose the path
Of the cosmic light

And overthrow
The neo-fascist cabal
And restore democracy

And peace will break out
And all will end well
If not

Well she says
You have been warned

The universe has spoken
So, mote it be

lucky numbers blues

There are many gambler’s fallacies
the statisticians say
each roll of the roulette table
is an independent event

Yet the gamblers believe
that if for example
there were ten red numbers

in a row
that the next one should be black
right

A statistician in the U,K.
decided to prove
that the gamblers
were all delusional

in insisting that there were patterns
in the endless spin of the wheel
and that it was more of a curve

that the noise of random numbers
after thousands of spins
recorded on a computer

the pattern was clear
there was a bell shape curve

with an upswing
and a downswing to the data

an early experiment
in chaos theory

but with a practical application
if you are on a winning curve
keep going until the curve

turns into a losing curve
then walk away

and you might be a winner
according to science

but they have yet
to be able to prove/disprove

that lucky numbers exist
for you and me
mine was always 32

and when it pops
I swore that my lucky number
came up

just a fluke
according to science

another iron clad rule
the regression to the mean

the curve may go up
and may go down

but in the end
it regresses to the mean
and that means

the house always wins

morning thoughts

Every morning I wake up
And see the love of my life

Sleeping soundly
In our bed
The sun fills my room

And I get up
To do my morning routine
Just marveling at the sight

And as I do my thing
I am drawn back to bed

Just to look
At this strange creature
That captured my heart
So many years ago

And I wonder yet again
At the mystery of our love
How and why

Did the universe bring us together?
Where did she come from
And why did she summoned me?

I have no answers
Our love transcended
The barriers of time
And space

And somehow
We found each other
And will be together

Until the death of time

April 8th Santa James Comes to Town

In this dark and dangerous time
That we live in
We seldom hear tales
Of inspiration, hope and love

Yet when we do hear such tales
It fills us with wonder
And hope that some how
We can do better

Life can be better
Love can conquer hate

And decency can prevail
Over the dark forces all around us
In Kingman, Arizona

An old blind homeless man appeared
Out of nowhere he showed up

And started walking about
He was polite, friendly and not scary
Did not want anything from any one

And somehow he conquered the town
Who adopted him

They called him Santa James
Because he wore a red Santa cape

And he was just so
filled with good will
Laughter, advice and stories

Boy did he spin good stories
Poetic allusions
And just radiated goodness

Everyone fell in love
with Santa James
He was given a job

Playing piano
Given a room to stay in

Spoke at the local schools
And churches

And to any one
who stopped him
He remembered everyone’s name

And life story
Even though he was blind

He could see the good in everyone
And that is the moral of the tale of mine

here is goodness all around us
If only we open our hearts
To accept it

We have the power
To reject hate
To reject division

And accept love
If only Santa James spirit
Could spread across this country

We could heal our wounds
And become united again

That is my prayer
Perhaps Santa James
Is really a saint

The real thing
Who knows

All we know
Is that Santa James
Came to town

And the rest
Is the history
We will make of it

Long Live Santa James

Coffee Love Hate Affair

I love coffee
Always have
Always will

But I have
a love-hate affair
With coffee

Love it when it gets me
uplifting high in the sky
As the sun comes over

Filling with hope
And anticipation

As I conquer the day’s
Daunting tasks
With a little help
From my drug of choice

But coffee turns on me
Late in the day
And I can’t sleep

just can’t sleep
As the coffee burns
In my soul

And I toss and turn
And sleep no more

Coffee does that to me
And so,

I am reduced
To drinking decaf coffee
or fake herbal coffee
Not the same thing at all

But that is all I can handle
As I am a coffee addict
And always will be

Coffee Blues

Coffee
is my drug
of choice
Always has been

Ever since
I first tried it
As a young lad
so many decades ago

Loved coffee’s power
To speed up
my synaptic nerves
Turning me on

Keeping me going
and going and going
But there is a dark
side to everything

And coffee is a drug
And it will take you
Where it wants to go

Enslaving you
Making you its victim
As it toys with you

Messes with you
Prevents you
from sleeping

Coffee
is a harsh mistress
It demands respect

As you fall
under it seductive powers
Slave again
To the drug of choice

Just another over-caffeinated
Coffee addict
Stumbling along the street
Looking for a fix

At six in the morning
As the coffee wears off
And you finally
Can get some sleep

Until the alarm
Blasts you away
And you reach out
Trembling for your fix

Coffee

you scream out
I need coffee
The universe laughs
As you get your coffee high

Just another pathetic
coffee junkie
When all is said

and done

Messenger Dog of God

One day
While studying in Rome
As a priest

I notice a small white dog
Staring at me

He glances at me
Indicating that I am to follow him

I get up
And follow this strange dog
He leads me deep

Inside the hidden depths
Of the Vatican
Finally stopping by a door

I open the door
And see St Peter there

He smiles
Dismisses the dog
Who moves on down the hall

Finished with his cosmic duty
As the secret messenger of God
All in a days work
I ask why am I here?

St Peter says
Why are any of us here?

It is time for you to go

But I don’t want to go
Don’t want to leave this mortal plane
St Peter smiles

Says it is time to go
I wake up

Back in my bed
With my wife
And realize it was all a dream

It was not yet time
To go

But I am afraid
I will find the messenger dog
Outside my door

Any day now
The grim reaper waits

And it will soon be my time

just for today

today
just for today
I plan to do nothing
nothing at all

just go with the flow

of the day

as the day turns into night
and the night turns into sleep
I will ride the wave
along

with my love

until the day is done

it’s a dog’s life for me

an agnostic dyslectic
stays up all night
wondering if there is a dog
the Buddhists wonder
about the Buddha nature of the dog

the evangelicals are sure that there is a dog
and you must follow their dog

or go to hell
for following another’s dog

the Muslims agree

there is only one dog
and the dogs
smile at the foolishness
of the human race

of course, there is a dog

and they are the master race

as they growl at their owners
who bow down

and clean up their mess

it can’t happen, or has it

Every day when I watch TV
I see the chattering classes
The TV pundits
And their guests
Pontificate about this and that

And it seems to me
That they are missing the big picture
In the era of Donald Trump

Nothing that they say
Will make a difference

Donald Trump has slowly conquered
The political world
And he is shaping it into something

That we had hoped we would never see
A truly American neo-fascist state
Wrapped around the flag

And so-called Christian values
And the latest made up outrage

And the chattering classes
Don’t seem to understand

That they are next
On the hit parade
As the Donald Trump machinery
Continues to take over
the known universe

The question used to be

It can’t happen here
The answer I am afraid
Is already has

so excited to be alive

I wake up
with the dawning sun
this morning
I was so excited

to be alive

at age 63

I look at my sleeping beauty
and realize yet again
my life began

te day I met her

37 years ago

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

and my life began
that autumn day

when I met
the girl of my dreams

trump

Triumphed against all enemies
Remaining unvanquished
Uniting all who oppose him
Might makes right

Patriots unite behind the Great Leader

just an unhinged werewolf howling at the moon

as the lunatic light of the blood red moon
the super blue moon lights up the night

the werewolf stirs
as the light shines on him

slowly transforming him

into a dark dangerous creature
of the lunatic night

ready for his flight

out into the world,
he emerges

snarling

howling at the moon

just another unhinged

werewolf
out for blood today