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  • April 8, 2022 Poems

    April 8, 2022 Poems

    April 8th, 2022 Poems

    Welcome to Cosmos’ annual April Poetry Madness.  Last year I wrote 300 poems in one month, this year I will write less, as that was just way too much to deal with.

    Today’s poems will be April 8th poems, followed by April 9th to 15th  in separate postings, one per day.

    I will post them as I write them, and try to update them every day or so.  I will finish May 1 US time, as that will still be April 30 KST (Korea, where I currently reside.)  Most will be G rated but a few may not be. I will try to label those or not post them. The topics will be wherever my mad muse takes me, and I usually don’t have a clue until I write them.

    I will post here the poems I wrote based on prompts from NaPoWriMo, (the poetry’s world’s equivalence to the annual NaNoWriMo novel competition which I will enter again in November). Writers’ com’s Dew Drop-in, Poetry Super-highway, Writers Digest, and occasionally other prompts. I will write a few more each day, but not post them, as I need to build up more “unpublished poems” for future submissions.

    Daily posting All poetry, Anchor, this blog, FB, Medium, PSH, Wattpad, Writing com, and Writer’s Digest.

    I will post each poem, followed by the prompt, occasional author and notes, and photos. I will convert it to a podcast later, available on anchor, radio public, blog radio, Spotify, and elsewhere under the name “The World According to Cosmos: or Jake Cosmos Aller. See the following for more information on the podcasts.

    Podcast update

    At the end of the month, I will add up the total poems written this month, total posted, total not-posted, and total YTD.

    I have found that this annual exercise has been a big help in helping me hone my craft as I am entirely self-taught except for having taken the Mod Po class several times. It helps me stretch my poetic muscles. It has been a lot of fun but a challenge.

    Here are links to my previous April poems

    Ten Best April 2021 Poems

    April 25 to April 30 2021Poems

    April 16 to April 20 2021 Poems

    April 16 to April 20 2021 Poems

    April 10 to April 14 2021 Poems

    April 1 to April 5 Poems

    April 6 to April 9 Cosmos’s Poetry 

    April 6 to April 9 Cosmos’s Poetry 

    April 6 to April 9 Cosmos’s Poetry

     Cosmos’s 2020 April Poetry Part One

    Cosmos’s 2020 April Poetry Part One

    April 2019 Poems

    April 20 to April 25th 2021 Poems

    2022 April Poetry Madness April 1 to 3 poems

    April 5 2022, Poems

    April 4th 2022, Poems

    April 6th, 2022 Poems

    April 7th Poems

    Begin Poems

    Big Daddy In the Cosmos Bar NaPoWriMo

    lover kissing
    lovers kissing

     

     

     

     

     

     

    Big Daddy, was the man
    who always had a plan.

    He was an ex-University of Arkansas
    and Dallas cowboy player
    who had worked for the CIA

    The agency fired him
    for murdering enemies of the state
    at home in contravention of agency rules,

    but they retained
    his services from time to time.
    He supplemented his CIA payments
    And bar income from money laundering,
    drug smuggling, human smuggling
    and other assorted crimes, big and small.

    Big Daddy had lots of enemies
    Many people wanted him dead
    Relatives of his many victims
    Of the covert wars, he waged
    On behalf of his nation.

    He had moved to Bangkok, Thailand
    after running a bar and grill
    in Little Rock for a few years,

    He opened the Cosmos Bar
    With the assistance of his manager.
    Kuhn Lek, and her uncle
    The police chief and his cousin
    The biggest drug kingpin
    In the northern triangle.

    The Cosmos Bar
    Became world-famous
    The spot to go to in Bangkok.

    Located in Soi Cowboy
    It was an after-hours club
    Secretly owned by the Thai police,

    One of the few places
    That served alcohol 24/7.

    It was filled with
    Criminals, drug dealers, government agents
    Journalists, prostitutes, pimps,
    spies, counter-spies, sex tourists,

    tourists, undercover cops,
    and assorted other low-lives,
    From all over the known world.

    Had the best looking woman
    The best-looking travesties too,
    The best beer, wine, and liquor list
    In the city,
    And the best burgers in town.

    It looked like the Bar in Star Wars
    Filled with probable human life forms
    And perhaps a space alien or two.

    Trouble Found Big Daddy

    He was hoping to stay out of trouble
    But one day trouble found him.

    One day a mysterious Korean woman
    Came into the bar asking for him
    By his universal nickname
    “Big Daddy”

    Maria Lee was a Korean-American
    Drop-dead gorgeous woman
    Who was on the lam,
    from her rich Korean husband.

    She had one question for Big Daddy.

    “The word in the Korean community
    is that you are a man
    Who knows how to launder money.

    Can you launder 50 million dollars?”

    “Hmm for a fee.”

    “What’s the fee?”

    “A night of wild sex with you.”

    “Done, but only after the deed is done.”

    She smiled sweetly.

    He called his underworld contacts
    and they laundered the 50 million dollars
    and he gave her the bank receipt.
    He had parked the money
    in a Cayman Islands account.

    That night
    she honored her
    agreement with Big Daddy.

    The next morning
    while drinking his cup of coffee,
    She revealed that she had poisoned him

    because she did not want anyone to know
    about the transaction
    and her affair with Big Daddy.

    She smiled,

    “Thanks, Big Daddy,
    I liked last night,
    You are a real stud, Big Daddy,
    Perhaps that is why you are called, ‘Big Daddy’

    But hey it is nothing personal, Big Daddy.”
    After all,
    it was just a business deal
    in the end.

    And that was
    how trouble found Big Daddy.

    Today’s prompt comes to us from this list of “all-time favorite writing prompts.” It asks you to name your alter-ego, and then describe him/her in detail. Then write in your alter-ego’s voice. Maybe your alter-ego is a streetwise detective, a superhero, or a very small goldfinch. Whoever or whatever your alternate self may be, I hope this prompt lets you stretch both your writing skills and your self-knowledge.

    Watching Cats Fight in Incheon, NaPoWriMo

    cat jpg
    cat jpg

    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
    getting into it, I wondered
    what they were arguing about?

    But since I don’t speak cat
    I didn’t know
    All I know is they were screeching at each other
    And almost looked 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 was 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?

    Creature—write a poem in the voice of some living creature that is not human.

    Death of Big Daddy PSH

    After Big Daddy was assassinated in Bangkok
    His adult children arranged for his remains
    To be brought back for a funeral
    In his hometown of Little Rock.

    Big Daddy, aka Sam Adams
    was the man
    who always had a plan.

    He was an ex-University of Arkansas
    and Dallas cowboy player
    who had worked for the CIA

    The agency fired him
    for murdering enemies of the state
    at home in contravention of agency rules,

    but they retained
    his services
    from time to time.

    After running a bar and grill
    In Little Rock for a few years
    He moved to Bangkok, Thailand

    Where he opened the Cosmos Bar
    With the assistance of his manager.
    Kuhn Lek, and her uncle.

    The police chief and his cousin
    The biggest drug kingpin
    In the northern triangle.

    He supplemented his CIA payments
    and bar income from money laundering,
    drug smuggling, human smuggling
    and other assorted crimes, big and small.

    Big Daddy had lots of enemies
    Many people wanted him dead
    Relatives of his many victims
    Of the covert wars, he waged
    On behalf of his nation.

    He was hoping to stay out of trouble
    But one day trouble found him.

    Big Daddy’s Funeral

    The funeral was a big affair
    Lots of people came to the funeral
    Lots of people came to make sure
    That SOB was indeed dead.

    His children were hoping
    To find out where his rumored
    Millions of dollars were located.

    Hoping that they could gain access
    To the ill-gotten gains
    Of his life of crime.

    Big Daddy’s lawyer
    Told them that his account info
    Was one of many secrets
    He had taken to his grave.

    But they were now the owners
    Of the Cosmos Club
    Which was worth
    millions of dollars.

    His business partners were willing
    To continue to run it
    And send them 100 K each
    For the year in royalties

    Provided that they did not
    Interfere in the management
    Of the Cosmos Club.

    They all agreed to the arrangement
    And hired the lawyer
    To track down the money.

    The money was never found.
    For his business partners
    Had located it
    And looted the account
    Before anyone could find out.

    April 8, 2022: Poetry Writing Prompt – Duane L Herrmann

    This poetry writing prompt submitted by Duane L Herrmann:

    “As the casket was lowered into the ground, the four adult children stood dry-eyed and looked at each other with knowing stares.”
    Who was in the casket?
    What did they know?
    Did anyone else know?
    What had the deceased done to them?
    What will or did they do in response?

    If you write a poem from this prompt, post it as a comment underneath the prompt in the Poetry Super Highway Facebook Group.
    #napowrimo #poetry

    The Fog Local Gems

    Fog in SF
    Fog in SF

    Note: one of my oldest poems was written in 1972 when I was 16. Revised as a Cherita.

     

     

     

    The Fog

    The Fog
    Rolls in and in.

    And on forever
    Till the end of time
    Past where once stood proud San-San.

    Now there is nothing.

    But bones rolling in
    Forever and ever.

    Rotting in the blue sunlight
    Turning in the yellow clouds
    filling the air

    With the stench

    The fear
    The feel

    Of a people forever dead
    Merging with the fog
    Filling the air.

    The fog rolls in and in

    Laughing as the Sun
    Sinks into the purple coated sky

    Above the encrusted sky of time
    With the people of the earth
    Just another dead civilization.

    Day 8: A Layer of Fog

    The End