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  • Lunatics Howling at the Moon Madness Poems

    Lunatics Howling at the Moon Madness Poems

    Lunatics Howling at the Moon Madness Poems

    full moon

    Howling at the Pink Super Moon

    Howling at the Blood Moon

    howling at the moon

    Here is an updated list of my Howling at the Moon poems, published on the wolf moon night. Quite a few have been published elsewhere.

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    Index

    Howling at the Moon like an Escaped Banshee

    The Lunatic Light of the Blood Red Super-moon

    The Werewolf Emerges

    Just an Unhinged Lunatic Howling at the Moon

    Howling at the Moon

    Lunatic howling at the moon

    One Crazy Night

    Full Moon Lunacy

    Madman Howling at the Moon

    Another Lunatic Howling at the Moon

    [Pink Moon Inspires Lunacy

    Crazed Madman Howling at the Moon

    Howling with the Dancing Moon

    The Pink Super Moon

    Howling at the Pink Super-moon

    Wolves howling at the moon

    Zombie Wolves Howling at the Moon

    Woman howling at the moon

    Howling at the Wolf Moon Rising Over the Chao Praya River

    Howling at the Wolf Moon Nocturna

    asset Puppy Howling at the Moon

    IHowling with the Dancing Moon

    The Pink Super Moon Tanka

    Drunken Old Man Howling at the Moon

    Howling at the full moon in bangkok

    Moon over july

    Howling at the Stawberry Moon

    Blame it on the moon

    sun and moon conspire

    [ on the night of a blood-red wolf moon ]

    Howling at the Moon Bing AI Version

    madman howling at the super blue full wolf moon

    Werewolf Howling at the Super Blue Full Moon
    Unhinged Lunatic Howling at the Moon (complete)

    Drinkers Howling at the Blood Moon Pantoun Poem  

    Howling at the Blood Red Worm Moon

    Haiku Moon  Poems

    Full Wolf  Winter Moon

    Full Snow Winter Moon

    Full worm Winter Moon

    Full PInk Springtime Moon

    Full Flower Moon

    Strawberry June Moon

    Full July Buck Moon

    August Sturgeon Moon

    September Corn Moon

    October Hunter Moon

    Begin Poems

     

    audio clips

    Blood Red Super Moon Over the Ruins of the Earth

    Howling at the Moon 

    Lonley Old Man Wants to Howl at the Moon

    Howling at the Blood Moon

    Howling at the Moon like an Escaped Banshee

    Sam Adams
    sat drinking alone
    in a bar
    on the shady side of life.

    Filled with strange creatures
    fellow lost souls
    drinking late into the night.

    The lunatic light
    of the blood-red moon
    illuminates the bar.

    He stands up
    twenty drinks too sober
    walks outside.

    Looks at the full moon
    begins howling at the moon
    like an escaped banshee
    released from hell.

     Lunatic Light of the Full Moon Haiku

     

    Pink Moon

    The lunatic light
    of the blood-red super-moon
    lights up the mad night.

    The Werewolf Emerges

     

    On the night of the super red full moon
    Sam Adams set in a bar
    drinking his way to hell.

    As fast as he could
    Sam Adams had a secret
    he was convinced
    that he was a werewolf.

    On the nights of the full moon
    he would shed his human form
    and the inner werewolf would emerge
    to howl at the moon.

    As the blood-red moon

    danced across the sky
    the transformation began
    as usual.

    Sam gradually felt
    the inner werewolf emerging
    taking over his soul.

    Sam dams stood up
    the transformation complete

    He ran outside
    to howl at the moon,

    The other drinkers
    shrugged

    Just another night
    of insanity
    in their din of iniquity.

    Just an Unhinged Lunatic Howling at the Moon

     

    On a moonlit late-night
    i sat in a bar
    drinking drams of demented, fermented dream dew
    just an unhinged lunatic
    dreaming of howling at the full moon.

    Watching the world walk by
    looking at all the fine-looking babes.

    Walking by the street
    thinking wild, erotic thoughts
    of endless wild libertine passions.

    When into the bar
    walked the most beautiful women.

    In the universe
    so wild, so free
    so wonderfully alive.

    I did not know what to do
    as this vision of delight
    sauntered through the bar.

    In a skin-tight leather pants
    looked so fine
    that my eyeballs hurt.

    And finally, i had to say something
    so i gathered up my manly courage
    and walked up to her.

    And she looked at me
    and instantly bewitched my soul
    with a devilish grin.

    I lost all reason
    and became a raving lunatic
    unhinged lunatic
    howling at the moon.

    Foaming at the mouth
    a wild, free werewolf
    howling at the lunatic light
    of the full moon.

    Howling at the Moon

    I stood outside
    between the trees
    in a field
    on the outside of town.

    Beneath the lunatic rays
    of the blood-red full moon.

    The lunatic lights of the moon
    casts a wild primeval glow
    on me.

    The hormonal chemicals are unleashed
    the wild beast within
    escapes it chain.

    And i howl with delight
    a werewolf
    free at last.

    howling at the moon.

    To run amuck
    free of its civilized restraints
    throwing off its clothes
    stripping naked.

    Running wild
    naked and free
    a wild man
    enjoying his freedom.

    Lunatic howling at the moon

    As i sit
    under the lunatic light of the full moon
    of the blood-red lights of the moon.

    Full of wild passions
    the lustful beast stirs again.

    And starts running and running
    howling at the moon.

    Riding into the new dawn
    on a demented harley davis cycle.

    With two naked babes on his back.

    Riding into the sun
    90 miles per second
    at the speed of thought.

    He disappears

    into the lunatic light
    of the full moon.

    And i wake up
    alone in my bed
    saying, man, that was quite a night
    i better not go there again.

    The wild beast
    laughs
    he has heard that before.

    And i join him
    in howling at the moon.

     

    One Crazy Night

    One crazy moonlit night
    i could not get to sleep
    at all.

    I looked up
    looked out at the window
    at the full blood moon

    saw by its lunatic light,

    Your face
    was on the moon.

    And i looked up
    at the light
    that crazy light.

    and dreamed

    I was with you
    again.

    And I woke up
    again
    and I woke up
    alone in my bed.

    Dreaming dark dreams
    of you
    wishing it were
    other than it was.

    I stepped outside

    and began howling

    at the full moon.

    All alone
    all alone again
    in this world.

     

    Full Moon Lunacy

    lovers in the moon light
    lovers in the moon light

    The full moon hangs
    in the evening sky.

    Huge, heavy, and full of mystery
    it almost looks like it will fall
    out of the sky.

    The full moon brings out
    the lunatics run amuck
    howling at the light of the moon.

    The full moon inspires lustful thoughts
    and wild erotic imaginings
    and dark secret desires.

    As the lunatic light of the full moon
    causes civilized people
    to lose themselves
    and embrace their inner wild child.

    And so, I stare
    at the lunatic light
    of the full moon.

    And howl like an escaped banshee
    howling at the moon.

    Crazed Madman Howling at the Moon

    On a moonlit late-night
    i sat in a bar
    drinking drams of demented, fermented dream dew
    just an unhinged lunatic
    dreaming of howling at the full moon.

    Watching the world walk by
    looking at all the fine-looking babes.

    Walking by the street
    thinking wild, erotic thoughts
    of endless wild libertine passions.

    When into the bar
    walked the most beautiful women.

    In the universe
    so wild, so free
    so wonderfully alive.

    I did not know what to do
    as this vision of delight
    sauntered through the bar.

    In a skin-tight leather pants
    looked so fine
    that my eyeballs hurt.

    And finally, i had to say something
    so i gathered up my manly courage
    and walked up to her.

    And she looked at me
    and instantly bewitched my soul
    with a devilish grin.

    I lost all reason
    and became a raving lunatic
    unhinged lunatic
    howling at the moon.

    Foaming at the mouth
    a wild, free werewolf
    howling at the lunatic light
    of the full moon.

    Another Lunatic Howling at the Moon

    s I sit
    under the lunatic light of the full moon
    of the blood-red light of the moon.

    Full of wild passions
    the lustful beast stirs again.

    And starts running and running
    howling at the moon.

    Riding into the new dawn
    on a demented Harley-Davis cycle

    With two naked babes on his back

    Riding into the moon
    90 miles per second
    at the speed of thought.

    He disappears into the lunatic light
    of the full moon.

    And I wake up
    alone in my bed.
    saying, man, that was quite a night
    i better not go there again.

    The wild beast
    laughs
    he has heard that before.

    And I join him
    in howling at the moon.

    Pink Moon Inspires Lunacy

    a moonlit night
    the pink moon
    shone casting a baleful light
    in the world below.

    A man sat drinking
    in a depraved bar
    in an evil part of the city.

    Drinking up a storm
    with his buddies

    Jim Beam, Jack Daniels, Mr. Evan.

    Johhny Walker brothers,
    And old granddad looked on.

    Encouraging him to drink
    one scotch, one bourbon, and one beer.

    He looked up
    at the naked dancing ladies
    dancing up a storm
    with an attitude
    a z tude
    that could kill.

    He stood up
    stepped outside
    and howled
    at the pink moon
    who smiled at him.

    Howling with the Dancing Moon

    A man
    sits drinking late into the night
    on the night of the blood-red
    super pink moon.

    The lunatic light of the moon
    inspires him
    as he drinks
    in that depraved din of inequity
    on the left side of society.

    Drinking with his buddies

    Jim Beam, Jack Daniels, Mr. Evan.

    Johhny Walker brothers,
    And old granddad looked on.

    Drinking one scotch, one bourbon
    and one beer.

    Watching the naked woman
    Dancing on stage.

    He finishes drinking
    20 drinks too sober
    he walks outside.

    And sees the naked moon
    dancing up a storm
    flying across the sky
    ripping her clothes off.

    Tap dancing
    to the insane disco beat
    of the bar.

    He gives in
    jumps into the sky
    dancing with the naked moon
    howling with the moon maiden.

    Like an escaped banshee
    from the lunatic bins
    of hell.

    The Pink Super Moon

    The pink super moon
    casts a cold baleful glow
    over the sleeping world
    inspiring the drunken men
    to howl at the moon.

    Howling at the Pink Super-moon

    On a moonlit late-night
    the pink supermoon
    casting a baleful light
    in the world below.

    While inside
    Sam Adams sat drinking
    in a depraved bar
    in a den of iniquity.

    In an evil part of the city
    on the left side
    of society.

    Drinking up a storm
    with his buddies
    Johnny Walker, Jack daniels
    Jim Beam, and Mr. Evan
    and old granddad looked on.

    Encouraging him to drink
    one scotch, one bourbon, and one beer.

    He was just an unhinged lunatic
    dreaming of howling at the full moon.

    Watching the world walk by
    looking at all the fine-looking babes.

    Walking by the street
    thinking wild, erotic thoughts
    of endless wild libertine passions.

    He looked up
    at the naked dancing ladies
    dancing up a storm
    with an attitude
    a z tude
    that could kill.

    When into the bar
    walked the most beautiful women
    in the universe.

    So wild, so free
    so wonderfully alive.

    He did not know what to do
    as this vision of delight
    sauntered through the bar.

    In skin-tight leather pants
    looked so fine
    that his eyeballs hurt.

    Finally, he had to say something
    he gathered up my manly courage
    he walked up to her.

    She looked at him
    instantly bewitched his soul
    with a devilish grin.

    He lost all reason
    and became a raving lunatic
    unhinged lunatic.

    Under the lunatic light of the full moon
    of the blood-red lights of the moon
    full of wild passions
    the lustful beast stirs again.

    And starts running and running
    howling at the moon
    riding into the new dawn.

    on a demented Harley Davis cycle
    with two naked babes on his back.

    Riding into the moon.
    90 miles per second
    at the speed of thought.

    he disappears into the lunatic light
    of the full moon,

    Sam Adams woke up alone,
    in his bed
    the naked babes
    having disappeared
    from his demented dreams.

    Saying,

    “man, that was quite a night
    i better not go there again.”

    The wild beast
    laughs
    he has heard that before.

    And joins him
    in howling at the pink moon
    in the fading light
    of the lost last night
    of the newly damned.

    Wolves Howling at the Moon

     

    As the night falls

    The full moon

    The blood-red full moon

    Begins to rise

     

    Carving a sign

    Across the night sky

     

    Now you begin to

    To hear the pitiful sound

    The thumping of the wolves

    As they gathered together

     

    Dropping from their hiding places

    Gathering together

    Revealing their lies

     

    And in one breath

    Snarling begin to howl

    At the full red blood moon

     

    Zombie Wolves Howling at the Moon

    As the moon rises

    Over the forest below,

    Two wolves gather together

     

    And with one breath

    Begin howling at the moon.

     

    Their awful din

    Soon wakes up the dead

    Zombies walk out of graves

    Attacking the living.

     

    The wolves continue to howl

    Joined in the zombie hoard.

     

    Woman howling at the moon

    A madwoman

    Drinking all night

    At the Cosmos Bar

    Twenty drinks too sober.

     

    Looks outside

    At the lunatic light

    Of the full moon

    Shines over the Chao Praya River

    In Bangkok.

     

    She jumps up

    Running outside

    To howl at the full moon

    Like an escaped banshee.

     

    Maria lee off balanced madness

     

    Maria Lee looked up

    From her perch in the Cosmos Bar

    Looked out at the street

    Under the petrichor umbrella

    The elastic holding back the rain

     

    It was a gusty early evening

    She went out to the street

    Looked at the full moon

     

    She began to howl at the moon

    Moaning with pleasure

     

    As the pear-shaped moon

    Rose overhead

    Casting a purple hew

    To the mad scene

     

    She jumped overboard

    Into the river

    Suddenly struck voiceless

     

    And began swimming

    She was off balance

     

    As the moon continued

    To illuminate the scene

    The scent of bad craziness

    All around her.

     

    Mad Moonbeams

    Adams went out drinking one night
    ending up twenty drinks too sober
    as the last call for alcohol rang
    he looked up and saw
    the lunatic light of the full moon
    moonbeams beaming at him
    he runs outside howling at the moon
    dying when a drunk driver ran him over

     

    Howling at the Wolf Moon Rising Over the Chao Praya River

     

    As evening set in

    On a typical Friday night

    In Bangkok.

     

    The denizens of the Cosmos Bar

    In Soi Cowboy.

    A motley crew from all over

    The world, and locals too.

    Lust for the common international language.

     

    Began drinking

    With their buddies.

    Jim Beam, Jack Daniels, Johny Walker, Evan Williams

    Wild turkey, and Old Granddad

    Drinking one scotch, one bourbon, and one beer.

     

    As the destroyers

    Sang on the loudspeakers

    And porno played on the tv.

     

    And naked women danced

    With an attitude

    That could kill

    an elephant in heat.

     

    The woman circling the bar

    Looking for their eventual dates.

     

    The scent of bad craziness

    Hung in the air.

     

    The wolf moon rose

    In the sky

    Over the Chao Praya River.

     

    Casting its lunatic light

    On the never-sleeping

    City of lost angels.

     

    The drinkers

    20 drinks too sober

    Ran out into the street.

     

    The lunatic light

    Of the full wolf moon

    Transforming them

    Into deranged lunatics.

     

    They began

    Howling at the moon.

     

    Like escaped banshees

    Freed from their alyssum

    In hell.

     

    They howled at the moon

    As the moon continued

    To overwhelm

    The howling lunatics.

     

    Howling at the Wolf Moon Nocturna

     

    Drinkers in the Cosmos Bar,

    Twenty drinks too sober,

    Staring at the lunar star,

    rising over the river.

    on that night in October.

    Running outside looking upriver,

    Howling at the full wolf moon.

    no longer stone-sober,

    Will be very drunk soon.

     

    Basset Puppy Howling at the Moon

    In the late afternoon shadow
    the red sunset darkening the sky
    the basset hound puppy.
    .
    Stirs and gets up
    hearing the distant sounds
    of the train in the distance.

    Scenting bad craziness in the air
    the dog begins to howl in the night.

    Howling as the moon rises
    casting its lunatic light
    on the mad scene.

    Deranged lunatic dog
    inspired to howl when he sees it
    super blue moon

    Howling with the Dancing Moon

    Sam Adams

    sits drinking late into the night
    on the night of the blood-red
    super blue wolf moon.

    The lunatic light of the moon
    inspires him.

    as he drinks
    in that depraved din of inequity
    on the left side of society.

    Drinking with his buddies,

    Jim Beam, Jack Daniels, Johnny Walker

    Old Granddad,

    Drinking one scotch, one bourbon
    and one beer.

    Watching the naked woman
    dancing on stage.

    He finishes drinking
    20 drinks too sober.

    He walks outside.

    And sees the naked moon
    dancing up a storm.

    Flying across the sky
    ripping her clothes off.

    Tap dancing
    to the insane disco beat
    of the bar.

    He gives in
    jumps into the sky,
    dancing with the naked moon
    howling with the moon maiden.

    Like an escaped banshee
    from the lunatic bins
    of hell.

    The Pink Super Moon Tanka

     

    Another Pink Moon

    More Pink Moon

    The pink super moon
    casts a cold baleful glow
    over the sleeping world
    inspiring the drunken men
    to howl at the moon.

    Drunken Old Man Howling at the Moon

    A drunken old man down on his luck
    was drinking in a nameless bar
    in a disreputable forgotten part of town
    where decent citizens and police feared to tread.

    twenty drinks too sober
    he was drinking his way to hell
    surrounded by his fellow low-life bums
    outlaw scoundrels one and all.

    he looked outside
    transfixed by the full moon
    the lunatic light of the moon.

    Blood red super moon
    inspired him compelled him.

    he stood up and growled
    and ran out into the street
    and started howling
    at the full moon.

    the other denizens of the bar
    the derelicts, drunken bums, barflies
    rushed out and joined him
    in howling at the moon.

    went back inside
    and continued to drink
    their way to hell.

    Howling at the full moon in bangkok

    Sam Adams was feeling blue, down on his luck. He went to his favorite watering hole, the Cosmos Bar in Soi Cowboy, Bangkok, and began drinking up a storm with his buddies: Jack Daniel’s, Johnny Walker, Old Granddad, Evans, and Jim Beam. He told the comely barmaid, Kuhn Lek, “Bring me one scotch, one bourbon, and one beer.” He drank it all down, barely noticing the naked ladies dancing on the stage. She smiled sadly, knowing there was nothing that could change his mood. He kept drinking until, at last, he was twenty drinks too sober. Then he ordered fried fish Thai style for his midnight dinner.

    He looked up and out at the street, noticing the full moon outside. The full moon shed its lunatic light on the streets of Bangkok. Sam Adams stood up and said, “The moon is full tonight. Let’s go out and howl at the moon.”

    He ran outside onto the road, stripping naked and waving a feather as he danced and howled like an escaped banshee at the glowing moon. He inspired others to join him in howling at the moon. He ran down the street and was tragically run over by a drunk bus driver, ending his life as the moon continued to shine on the mad scene.

    Moon Over July

    In the middle
    of the summer
    in july, midsummer madness
    outside under the stars
    the storm is abating.

    The full moon comes out
    the man recalling mad lyrics
    starts howling at the lunatic light
    of the wolf moon
    like an escaped banshee
    as the mad moon
    stares down at them.

    Howling at the Strawberry Moon

     

    Big Daddy was talking
    to his best friend Sam Adams
    in the Cosmos Bar
    in Bangkok, Thailand.

    Sit down and listen
    to me.

    God,
    i wish I had

    my yarn and needles with me
    that’s my latest hobby
    helps me focus.

    In the end
    it is all about money
    it is all about the benjamin’s
    nothing personal at all.

    Hey there is cool water in a jar
    let’s drink some water
    and a shot of  Mekong whiskey
    it is cocktail time, my friend.

    And as usual
    they drank through the night
    until o dark hundred.
    Twenty drinks too sober.

    When they joined
    their fellow inmates
    in their insane asylum
    of a bar.

    In going outside
    howling like escaped banshees
    at the strawberry super full moon
    shining its lunatic lights
    over the Chao Praya River.

    Blame it on the moon

    blame it on the moon.”

    that is what Sam Adams said
    to the police
    after they picked him up
    leading a pack of rabid “farang”
    men and woman
    running naked down the street.

    They had met in front
    of the infamous Cosmos Bar
    in notorious bangkok
    at o dark hundred.

    They were heading to the riverbank
    when the police arrested them,
    for disturbing the peace.

    They were all incoherent
    just staring at the blood-red
    full moon overlooking
    the “Chao Phraya “ River.

    Looking like escaped banshees
    howling at the lunatic lights
    of the full super blue moon.

    The cops laughed
    saying on full moon nights
    they had a lot of such incidents

    and they always,

    ‘blame it on the moon.”

     just a deranged lunatic 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
    howling at the moon

    The moon always inspires dark thoughts ©

    just a deranged lunatic werewolf howling at the moon

    On the night of the blood-red super full moon
    I sat in an evil, depraved godforsaken bar.

    drinking drams of demented, fermented dream dew
    washed down by endless rounds of whiskey
    rum, tequila, vodka, soju and of course beer
    drinking with my buddies,  the Jack Daniels gang.

    drinking my way to hell and beyond
    just as fast as i could
    twenty damn drinks too sober.

    just an unhinged lunatic
    dreaming of howling at the full moon.

    watching the world walk by
    looking at all the fine-looking babes
    walking by the street.

    thinking wild, erotic thoughts
    of endless wild libertine passions.

    when into the bar
    that din of cosmic depravity.

    walked the most beautiful women
    in the universe.

    so wild, so free
    so wonderfully alive.

    I did not know what to do
    as this vision of delight
    sauntered through the bar.

    in a skin-tight leather pant
    looked so fine
    that my eyeballs hurt.

    and finally, I had to say something
    so, i gathered up my manly courage
    and walked up to her.

    and she looked at me
    and instantly bewitched my soul

    with a devilish grin,
    i lost all reason
    and became a raving lunatic
    unhinged lunatic
    howling at the blood-red full moon.

    foaming at the mouth
    a wild, free werewolf
    howling at the lunatic light
    of the blood red blue full moon.

    sun and moon conspire

    End of the world
    the sun and moon conspire
    death to all humans

     Madman Howling at the Super Blue Full Wolf Moon

    the super blue full wolf moon
    fills the sky
    with its baleful evil glow
    and a man fell under its evil glare.

    the evil super blue full wolf moon
    brings out the beast in him
    and he sheds his civilized veneer
    the inner werewolf coming out.

    sniffing the air
    smiling saying this is good
    and begins running
    down the trail.

    howling at the moon
    at the super blue full wolf moon
    as it stares down at him
    urging him to worship her.

    the mad mood goddess
    who lives on the moon?
    Diana commands him
    compels him.

    and he gives in
    howling like an escaped banshee
    escaped from his lair in hell
    howling like the werewolf he was.

    he strips off his clothes
    and run deep into the mountains
    howling insanely
    driven mad
    by the baleful evil light
    of the super blue full wolf moon.

    and gives in and becomes once again
    a werewolf consumed by the moon.

    the super full blue wolf moon
    smiles at her victory
    and the man joins Diana
    in saluting his mistress.

    Diana the moon goddess
    who lives on the moon
    And comes out once a year
    on the super full blue wolf moon.

    In honor of the super blue full wolf moon © j

    madman howling at the super blue full wolf moon

    [ on the night of a blood-red wolf moon ]

    On the night of a blood-red wolf moon
    a man stood outside
    between the trees
    in a field
    on the outside of town.

    beneath the lunatic rays
    of the blood-red full moon
    the lunatic lights of the moon
    casts a wild primeval glow
    on him.

    the hormonal chemicals are unleashed
    the wild beast within
    escapes it chain.

    and he howls with delight
    a werewolf
    free at last.

    to run amuck
    free of its civilized restraints
    throwing off his clothes
    stripping naked.

    running wild
    naked and free
    a wild man
    enjoying his freedom.

    as he sits
    under the lunatic light of the full moon
    of the blood-red lights of the wolf moon
    full of wild passions
    the lustful beast stirs again.

    and starts running and running
    howling at the moon
    riding into the new dawn.

    on a demented  Harvey-Davis cycle
    with two naked babes on his back.

    riding into the Moon
    90 miles per second
    at the speed of thought.

    he disappears into the lunatic light
    of the full moon.

    and he woke ups
    alone,
    in his bed,

    Saying,

    “Man, that was quite a night
    I better not go there again”

    the wildman
    laughs
    he has heard that before.

    and he joins him
    in howling at the wolf moon,

    Howling at the Moon Bing AI Version

    I hear a distant howl

    A lonely voice in the night

    Calling out to the moon

    Seeking its silver light

     

    I feel a primal urge

    A restless fire in my soul

    Breaking free from the cage

    Running wild and whole

     

    I join the chorus of howls

    A symphony of the dark

    Echoing through the woods

    Reaching for the moon’s spark

     

    We are the children of the moon

    We live by its phases and tides

    We howl at the moon

     

     

    • Howling with the Dancing Moon: This poem describes a surreal and vivid night under the influence of the moon’s lunatic light, blending imagery of dancing and howling.

     

    Howling with the Dancing Moon

    Howling with the Dancing Moon

    A man
    Sits drinking late into the night
    On the night of the blood-red
    super blue wolf moon

    the lunatic light of the moon
    inspires him
    as he drinks
    in that depraved din of inequity
    on the left side of society

    Drinking with his buddies
    Johnny Walker, Jim Beam
    Jack Daniels, Evan, Old Granddad
    Drinking one Scotch, one Bourbon
    And one beer
    Watching the naked woman
    Dancing on stage

    He finishes drinking
    20 drinks too sober
    He walks outside

    And sees the naked moon
    Dancing up a storm
    Flying across the sky
    Ripping her clothes off

    Tap dancing
    To the insane disco beat
    Of the bar

    He gives in
    Jumps into the sky
    Dancing with the naked moon
    Howling with the moon maiden

    Like an escaped banshee
    From the lunatic bins
    Of Hell

    In honor of the Pink Moon, the first of three super moons in a row, I have revised my “lunatic Howling at the Moon” poems and posted them on my blog @https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com and on my Spotify podcast.  Hope you enjoy them.

     

    • Madman Howling at the Super Blue Full Wolf Moon: A tale of transformation and wildness under the spell of the Super Blue Full Wolf Moon, where the protagonist embraces their inner werewolf.

    madman howling at the super blue full wolf moon

    Werewolf Howling at the Super Blue Full Moon

    The super blue full wolf moon
    fills the sky
    with its baleful evil glow
    and a man fell under its evil glare

    the evil super blue full wolf moon
    brings out the beast in him
    and he sheds his civilized veneer
    the inner werewolf coming out

    sniffing the air
    smiling saying this is good
    and begins running
    down the trail

    howling at the moon
    at the super blue full wolf moon
    as it stares down at him
    urging him to worship her

    the mad mood goddess
    who lives in the moon
    Diana commands him
    compels him

    and he gives in
    howling like an escaped banshee
    escaped from his lair in hell
    howling like the werewolf he was

    He strips off his clothes
    and run deep into the mountains
    howling insanely
    driven mad
    by the baleful evil light
    of the super blue full wolf moon
    and gives in and become once again
    a werewolf consumed by the moon

    the super full blue wolf moon
    smiles at her victory
    and the man joins Diana
    in saluting his mistress

    Diana the moon goddess
    who lives on the moon
    and comes out once a year
    on the super full blue wold moon

    in honor of the super blue full wolf moon © Jan ’20, john Cosmos Aller      

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    Lunatic Howling at the Moon

    As I sit
    Under the lunatic light of the full moon
    Of the blood-red lights of the moon

    Full of wild passions
    The lustful beast stirs again
    And starts running and running
    Howling at the moon

    Riding into the new dawn
    On a demented Harley Davis cycle
    With two naked babes on his back

    Riding into the sun
    90 miles per second
    At the speed of thought

    He disappears into the lunatic light
    Of the full moon
    And I wake up
    Alone in my bed

    Saying, man, that was quite a night
    I better not go there again

    The wild beast
    Laughs

    He has heard that before

    And I join
    The beast
    In howling at the Moon

    the second of my lunatic poems. I have posted the rest on my blog, https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com © Jan 2019, john Cosmos Aller      

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    In the late afternoon shadow
    The red sunset darkening the sky
    The basset hound puppy.
    .

    Stirs and gets up
    Hearing the distant sounds
    Of the train in the distance.

    Scenting bad craziness in the air
    The dog begins to howl in the night.

    Howling as the moon rises
    Casting its lunatic light
    On the mad scene.

    Please use the following in bold in your poem or story in any order:

    afternoon shadow
    red sunset
    train in the distance
    howl in the night
    Basset Hound puppy

     

     

     

     

     

    More Howling at the Moon Poems

    Howling at the Pink Super Moon

    Howling at the Blood Moon

    howling at the moon

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    Here is an updated list of my Howling at the Moon poems, published on the wolf moon night. Quite a few have been published elsewhere.

    Index

    Begin Poems

     

     

     

     

    Howling at the Moon like an Escaped Banshee

    Sam Adams
    sat drinking alone
    in a bar
    on the shady side of life.

    Filled with strange creatures
    fellow lost souls
    drinking late into the night.

    The lunatic light
    of the blood-red moon
    illuminates the bar.

    He stands up
    twenty drinks too sober
    walks outside.

    Looks at the full moon
    begins howling at the moon
    like an escaped banshee
    released from hell.

     

     

    The Lunatic Light of the Blood Red Super-moon

     

    The lunatic light
    of the blood-red super-moon
    lights up the mad night.

    The Werewolf Emerges

     

    On the night of the super red full moon
    Sam Adams set in a bar
    drinking his way to hell.

    As fast as he could
    Sam Adams had a secret
    he was convinced
    that he was a werewolf.

    On the nights of the full moon
    he would shed his human form
    and the inner werewolf would emerge
    to howl at the moon.

    As the blood-red moon

    danced across the sky
    the transformation began
    as usual.

    Sam gradually felt
    the inner werewolf emerging
    taking over his soul.

    Sam dams stood up
    the transformation complete

    He ran outside
    to howl at the moon,

    The other drinkers
    shrugged

    Just another night
    of insanity
    in their din of iniquity.

    Just an Unhinged Lunatic Howling at the Moon

    man howling at the man

     

     

     

     

     

    On a moonlit late-night
    i sat in a bar
    drinking drams of demented, fermented dream dew
    just an unhinged lunatic
    dreaming of howling at the full moon.

    Watching the world walk by
    looking at all the fine-looking babes.

    Walking by the street
    thinking wild, erotic thoughts
    of endless wild libertine passions.

    When into the bar
    walked the most beautiful women.

    In the universe
    so wild, so free
    so wonderfully alive.

    I did not know what to do
    as this vision of delight
    sauntered through the bar.

    In a skin-tight leather pants
    looked so fine
    that my eyeballs hurt.

    And finally, i had to say something
    so i gathered up my manly courage
    and walked up to her.

    And she looked at me
    and instantly bewitched my soul
    with a devilish grin.

    I lost all reason
    and became a raving lunatic
    unhinged lunatic
    howling at the moon.

    Foaming at the mouth
    a wild, free werewolf
    howling at the lunatic light
    of the full moon.

    Howling at the Moon

    I stood outside
    between the trees
    in a field
    on the outside of town.

    Beneath the lunatic rays
    of the blood-red full moon.

    The lunatic lights of the moon
    casts a wild primeval glow
    on me.

    The hormonal chemicals are unleashed
    the wild beast within
    escapes it chain.

    And i howl with delight
    a werewolf
    free at last.

    howling at the moon.

    To run amuck
    free of its civilized restraints
    throwing off its clothes
    stripping naked.

    Running wild
    naked and free
    a wild man
    enjoying his freedom.

    Lunatic howling at the moon

    As i sit
    under the lunatic light of the full moon
    of the blood-red lights of the moon.

    Full of wild passions
    the lustful beast stirs again.

    And starts running and running
    howling at the moon.

    Riding into the new dawn
    on a demented harley davis cycle.

    With two naked babes on his back.

    Riding into the sun
    90 miles per second
    at the speed of thought.

    He disappears

    into the lunatic light
    of the full moon.

    And i wake up
    alone in my bed
    saying, man, that was quite a night
    i better not go there again.

    The wild beast
    laughs
    he has heard that before.

    And i join him
    in howling at the moon.

    One Crazy Night

    One crazy moonlit night
    i could not get to sleep
    at all.

    I looked up
    looked out at the window
    at the full blood moon

    saw by its lunatic light,

    Your face
    was on the moon.

    And i looked up
    at the light
    that crazy light.

    and dreamed

    I was with you
    again.

    And I woke up
    again
    and I woke up
    alone in my bed.

    Dreaming dark dreams
    of you
    wishing it were
    other than it was.

    I stepped outside

    and began howling

    at the full moon.

    All alone
    all alone again
    in this world.

     

    Full Moon Lunacy

     

     

     

     

    The full moon hangs
    in the evening sky.

    Huge, heavy, and full of mystery
    it almost looks like it will fall
    out of the sky.

    The full moon brings out
    the lunatics run amuck
    howling at the light of the moon.

    The full moon inspires lustful thoughts
    and wild erotic imaginings
    and dark secret desires.

    As the lunatic light of the full moon
    causes civilized people
    to lose themselves
    and embrace their inner wild child.

    And so, I stare
    at the lunatic light
    of the full moon.

    And howl like an escaped banshee
    howling at the moon.

    Howling at the Moon

    On a moonlit late-night
    i sat in a bar
    drinking drams of demented, fermented dream dew
    just an unhinged lunatic
    dreaming of howling at the full moon.

    Watching the world walk by
    looking at all the fine-looking babes.

    Walking by the street
    thinking wild, erotic thoughts
    of endless wild libertine passions.

    When into the bar
    walked the most beautiful women.

    In the universe
    so wild, so free
    so wonderfully alive.

    I did not know what to do
    as this vision of delight
    sauntered through the bar.

    In a skin-tight leather pants
    looked so fine
    that my eyeballs hurt.

    And finally, i had to say something
    so i gathered up my manly courage
    and walked up to her.

    And she looked at me
    and instantly bewitched my soul
    with a devilish grin.

    I lost all reason
    and became a raving lunatic
    unhinged lunatic
    howling at the moon.

    Foaming at the mouth
    a wild, free werewolf
    howling at the lunatic light
    of the full moon.

    Another Lunatic Howling at the Moon

    Pink Moon

     

     

     

     

    As I sit
    under the lunatic light of the full moon
    of the blood-red lighs of the moon.

    Full of wild passions
    the lustful beast stirs again.

    And starts running and running
    howling at the moon.

    Riding into the new dawn
    on a demented harley davis cycle

    With two naked babes on his back

    Riding into the moon
    90 miles per second
    at the speed of thought.

    He disappears into the lunatic light
    of the full moon.

    And I wake up
    alone in my bed.
    saying, man, that was quite a night
    i better not go there again.

    The wild beast
    laughs
    he has heard that before.

    And I join him
    in howling at the moon.

    Pink Moon Inspires Lunacy

     

     

     

     

     

    On a moonlit night
    the pink moon
    shone casting a baleful light
    in the world below.

    A man sat drinking
    in a depraved bar
    in an evil part of the city.

    Drinking up a storm
    with his buddies

    Jim Beam, Jack Daniels, Mr. Evan.

    Johhny Walker brothers,
    And old granddad looked on.

    Encouraging him to drink
    one scotch, one bourbon, and one beer.

    He looked up
    at the naked dancing ladies
    dancing up a storm
    with an attitude
    a z tude
    that could kill.

    He stood up
    stepped outside
    and howled
    at the pink moon
    who smiled at him.

    Howling with the Dancing Moon

    More Pink Moon

     

     

     

     

     

    A man
    sits drinking late into the night
    on the night of the blood-red
    super pink moon.

    The lunatic light of the moon
    inspires him
    as he drinks
    in that depraved din of inequity
    on the left side of society.

    Drinking with his buddies

    Jim Beam, Jack Daniels, Mr. Evan.

    Johhny Walker brothers,
    And old granddad looked on.

    Drinking one scotch, one bourbon
    and one beer.

    Watching the naked woman
    Dancing on stage.

    He finishes drinking
    20 drinks too sober
    he walks outside.

    And sees the naked moon
    dancing up a storm
    flying across the sky
    ripping her clothes off.

    Tap dancing
    to the insane disco beat
    of the bar.

    He gives in
    jumps into the sky
    dancing with the naked moon
    howling with the moon maiden.

    Like an escaped banshee
    from the lunatic bins
    of hell.

    The Pink Super Moon

     

     

     

     

    The pink super moon
    casts a cold baleful glow
    over the sleeping world
    inspiring the drunken men
    to howl at the moon.

    Howling at the Pink Super-moon

    More Pink Moon

     

     

     

     

     

    On a moonlit late-night
    the pink supermoon
    casting a baleful light
    in the world below.

    While inside
    Sam Adams sat drinking
    in a depraved bar
    in a den of iniquity.

    In an evil part of the city
    on the left side
    of society.

    Drinking up a storm
    with his buddies
    Johnny Walker, Jack daniels
    Jim Beam, and Mr. Evan
    and old granddad looked on.

    Encouraging him to drink
    one scotch, one bourbon, and one beer.

    He was just an unhinged lunatic
    dreaming of howling at the full moon.

    Watching the world walk by
    looking at all the fine-looking babes.

    Walking by the street
    thinking wild, erotic thoughts
    of endless wild libertine passions.

    He looked up
    at the naked dancing ladies
    dancing up a storm
    with an attitude
    a z tude
    that could kill.

    When into the bar
    walked the most beautiful women
    in the universe.

    So wild, so free
    so wonderfully alive.

    He did not know what to do
    as this vision of delight
    sauntered through the bar.

    In skin-tight leather pants
    looked so fine
    that his eyeballs hurt.

    Finally, he had to say something
    he gathered up my manly courage
    he walked up to her.

    She looked at him
    instantly bewitched his soul
    with a devilish grin.

    He lost all reason
    and became a raving lunatic
    unhinged lunatic.

    Under the lunatic light of the full moon
    of the blood-red lights of the moon
    full of wild passions
    the lustful beast stirs again.

    And starts running and running
    howling at the moon
    riding into the new dawn.

    on a demented harley davis cycle
    with two naked babes on his back.

    Riding into the moon.
    90 miles per se.ond
    at the speed of thought.

    he disappears into the lunatic light
    of the full moon,

    Sam Adams woke up alone,
    in his bed
    the naked babes
    having disappeared
    from his demented dreams.

    Saying,

    “man, that was quite a night
    i better not go there again.”

    The wild beast
    laughs
    he has heard that before.

    And joins him
    in howling at the pink moon
    in the fading light
    of the lost last night
    of the newly damned.

    Wolves howling at the moon

     

    As the night falls

    The full moon

    The blood-red full moon

    Begins to rise

     

    Carving a sign

    Across the night sky

     

    Now you begin to

    To hear the pitiful sound

    The thumping of the wolves

    As they gathered together

     

    Dropping from their hiding places

    Gathering together

    Revealing their lies

     

    And in one breath

    Snarling begin to howl

    At the full red blood moon

    Zombie Wolves Howling at the Moon

    As the moon rises

    Over the forest below,

    Two wolves gather together

    And with one breath

    Begin howling at the moon.

     

    Their awful din

    Soon wakes up the dead

    Zombies walk out of graves

    Attacking the living.

     

    The wolves continue to howl

    Joined in the zombie hoard.

    Woman howling at the moon

     

     

     

     

     

     

    A madwoman

    Drinking all night

    At the Cosmos Bar

    Twenty drinks too sober.

     

    Looks outside

    At the lunatic light

    Of the full moon

    Shines over the Chao Praya River

    In Bangkok.

     

    She jumps up

    Running outside

    To howl at the full moon

    Like an escaped banshee.

     

    Maria lee off balanced madness

    Maria Lee looked up

    From her perch in the Cosmos Bar

    Looked out at the street

    Under the petrichor umbrella

    The elastic holding back the rain

     

    It was a gusty early evening

    She went out to the street

    Looked at the full moon

     

    She began to howl at the moon

    Moaning with pleasure

     

    As the pear-shaped moon

    Rose overhead

    Casting a purple hew

    To the mad scene

     

    She jumped overboard

    Into the river

    Suddenly struck voiceless

     

    And began swimming

    She was off balance

     

    As the moon continued

    To illuminate the scene

    The scent of bad craziness

    All around her.

    Mad Moonbeams

     

     

     

     

    Sam Adams went out drinking one night
    ending up twenty drinks too sober
    as the last call for alcohol rang
    he looked up and saw
    the lunatic light of the full moon
    moonbeams beaming at him
    he runs outside howling at the moon
    dying when a drunk driver ran him over

     

    Howling at the Wolf Moon Rising Over the Chao Praya River

     

     

     

     

     

     

    As evening set in

    On a typical Friday night

    In Bangkok.

     

    The denizens of the Cosmos Bar

    In Soi Cowboy.

    A motley crew from all over

    The world, and locals too.

    Lust for the common international language.

     

    Began drinking

    With their buddies.

    Jim Beam, Jack Daniels, Johny Walker, Evan Williams

    Wild turkey, and Old Granddad

    Drinking one scotch, one bourbon, and one beer.

     

    As the destroyers

    Sang on the loudspeakers

    And porno played on the tv.

     

    And naked women danced

    With an attitude

    That could kill

    an elephant in heat.

     

    The woman circling the bar

    Looking for their eventual dates.

     

    The scent of bad craziness

    Hung in the air.

     

    The wolf moon rose

    In the sky

    Over the Chao Praya River.

     

    Casting its lunatic light

    On the never-sleeping

    City of lost angels.

     

    The drinkers

    20 drinks too sober

    Ran out into the street.

     

    The lunatic light

    Of the full wolf moon

    Transforming them

    Into deranged lunatics.

     

    They began

    Howling at the moon.

     

    Like escaped banshees

    Freed from their alyssum

    In hell.

     

    They howled at the moon

    As the moon continued

    To overwhelm

    The howling lunatics.

    Howling at the Wolf Moon Nocturna

     

     

     

     

    Drinkers in the Cosmos Bar,

    Twenty drinks too sober,

    Staring at the lunar star,

    rising over the river.

    on that night in october.

    Running outside looking upriver,

    Howling at the full wolf moon.

    no longer stone-sober,

    Will be very drunk soon.

     

    Basset Puppy Howling at the Moon

    In the late afternoon shadow
    the red sunset darkening the sky
    the basset hound puppy.
    .
    Stirs and gets up
    hearing the distant sounds
    of the train in the distance.

    Scenting bad craziness in the air
    the dog begins to howl in the night.

    Howling as the moon rises
    casting its lunatic light
    on the mad scene.

    Deranged lunatic dog
    inspired to howl when he sees it
    super blue moon

    Howling with the Dancing Moon

     

     

    Photo by Nishant Vyas on Pexels.com

     

     

     

     

     

    Sam Adams

    sits drinking late into the night
    on the night of the blood-red
    super blue wolf moon.

    The lunatic light of the moon
    inspires him.

    as he drinks
    in that depraved din of inequity
    on the left side of society.

    Drinking with his buddies,

    Jim Beam, Jack Daniels, Johnny Walker

    Old Granddad,

    Drinking one scotch, one bourbon
    and one beer.

    Watching the naked woman
    dancing on stage.

    He finishes drinking
    20 drinks too sober.

    He walks outside.

    And sees the naked moon
    dancing up a storm.

    Flying across the sky
    ripping her clothes off.

    Tap dancing
    to the insane disco beat
    of the bar.

    He gives in
    jumps into the sky,
    dancing with the naked moon
    howling with the moon maiden.

    Like an escaped banshee
    from the lunatic bins
    of hell.

    The Pink Super Moon Tanka

    More Pink Moon

    The pink super moon
    casts a cold baleful glow
    over the sleeping world
    inspiring the drunken men
    to howl at the moon.

    Drunken Old Man Howling at the Moon

    A drunken old man down on his luck
    was drinking in a nameless bar
    in a disreputable forgotten part of town
    where decent citizens and police feared to tread.

    twenty drinks too sober
    he was drinking his way to hell
    surrounded by his fellow low-life bums
    outlaw scoundrels one and all.

    he looked outside
    transfixed by the full moon
    the lunatic light of the moon.

    Blood red super moon
    inspired him compelled him.

    he stood up and growled
    and ran out into the street
    and started howling
    at the full moon.

    the other denizens of the bar
    the derelicts, drunken bums, barflies
    rushed out and joined him
    in howling at the moon.

    went back inside
    and continued to drink
    their way to hell.

     

     

     

    Howling at the full moon in bangkok

    sam adams was feeling blue, down on his luck. He went to his favorite watering hole, the cosmos bar in soi cowboy, bangkok, and began drinking up a storm with his buddies, jack daniel’s, johnny walker, old granddad, evans, and jim beam, telling the comely barmaid, kuhn lek, bring me one scotch, one bourbon, and one beer. Drinking it all down, barely noticing the naked ladies dancing on the stage. She smiled sadly, knowing that there was nothing that would change his mood. He kept drinking until, at last, he was twenty drinks too sober. Then he ordered fried fish thai style for his midnight dinner.

    He looked up and out at the street, noticing the full moon outside. The full moon shed its lunatic light on the streets of bangkok. Sam adams stood up, and said,

    “the moon is full tonight. Let’s go out and howl at the moon. “

    he ran outside onto the road, stripping naked and dancing waving a feather, as he howled like an escaped banshee at the dancing moon. Inspiring others to join him in howling at the moon. He ran down the street and was run over by a drunk bus driver, ending his life as the moon continued to shine on the mad scene.

     

     

    Moon over july

     

    In the middle
    of the summer
    in july, midsummer madness
    outside under the stars
    the storm is abating.

    The full moon comes out
    the man recalling mad lyrics
    starts howling at the lunatic light
    of the wolf moon
    like an escaped banshee
    as the mad moon
    stares down at them.

     

     

    Howling at the Stawberry Moon

     

     

     

     

     

    Big Daddy was talking
    to his best friend Sam Adams
    in the Cosmos Bar
    in Bangkok, Thailand.

    Sit down and listen
    to me.

    God,
    i wish I had

    my yarn and needles with me
    that’s my latest hobby
    helps me focus.

    In the end
    it is all about money
    it is all about the benjamin’s
    nothing personal at all.

    Hey there is cool water in a jar
    let’s drink some water
    and a shot of mekong whiskey
    it is cocktail time, my friend.

    And as usual
    they drank through the night
    until o dark hundred.
    Twenty drinks too sober.

    When they joined
    their fellow inmates
    in their insane asylum
    of a bar.

    In going outside
    howling like escaped banshees
    at the strawberry super full moon
    shining its lunatic lights
    over the Chao Praya River.

     

    Blame it on the moon

    Pink Moon

     

     

     

     

    “blame it on the moon.”

    that is what Sam Adams said
    to the police
    after they picked him up
    leading a pack of rabid “farang”
    men and woman
    running naked down the street.

    They had met in front
    of the infamous Cosmos Bar
    in notorious bangkok
    at o dark hundred.

    They were heading to the riverbank
    when the police arrested them,
    for disturbing the peace.

    They were all incoherent
    just staring at the blood-red
    full moon overlooking
    the “Chao Phraya “ River.

    Looking like escaped banshees
    howling at the lunatic lights
    of the full super blue moon.

    The cops laughed
    saying on full moon nights
    they had a lot of such incidents

    and they always,

    ‘blame it on the moon.”

     just a deranged lunatic 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
    howling at the moon

    The moon always inspires dark thoughts ©

    just a deranged lunatic werewolf howling at the moon

     

    unhinged lunatic howling at the moon (complete)

    lovers in the moon light

     

     

     

     

     

     

    On the night of the blood-red super full moon
    I sat in an evil, depraved godforsaken bar.

    drinking drams of demented, fermented dream dew
    washed down by endless rounds of whiskey
    rum, tequila, vodka, soju and of course beer
    drinking with my buddies the jack daniels gang.

    drinking my way to hell and beyond
    just as fast as i could
    twenty damn drinks too sober.

    just an unhinged lunatic
    dreaming of howling at the full moon.

    watching the world walk by
    looking at all the fine-looking babes
    walking by the street.

    thinking wild, erotic thoughts
    of endless wild libertine passions.

    when into the bar
    that din of cosmic depravity.

    walked the most beautiful women
    in the universe.

    so wild, so free
    so wonderfully alive.

    I did not know what to do
    as this vision of delight
    sauntered through the bar.

    in a skin-tight leather pant
    looked so fine
    that my eyeballs hurt.

    and finally, I had to say something
    so, i gathered up my manly courage
    and walked up to her.

    and she looked at me
    and instantly bewitched my soul

    with a devilish grin,
    i lost all reason
    and became a raving lunatic
    unhinged lunatic
    howling at the blood-red full moon.

    foaming at the mouth
    a wild, free werewolf
    howling at the lunatic light
    of the blood red blue full moon.

    sun and moon conspire

    End of the world
    the sun and moon conspire
    death to all humans

     Madman Howling at the Super Blue Full Wolf Moon

     

    the super blue full wolf moon
    fills the sky
    with its baleful evil glow
    and a man fell under its evil glare.

    the evil super blue full wolf moon
    brings out the beast in him
    and he sheds his civilized veneer
    the inner werewolf coming out.

    sniffing the air
    smiling saying this is good
    and begins running
    down the trail.

    howling at the moon
    at the super blue full wolf moon
    as it stares down at him
    urging him to worship her.

    the mad mood goddess
    who lives on the moon?
    Diana commands him
    compels him.

    and he gives in
    howling like an escaped banshee
    escaped from his lair in hell
    howling like the werewolf he was.

    he strips off his clothes
    and run deep into the mountains
    howling insanely
    driven mad
    by the baleful evil light
    of the super blue full wolf moon.

    and gives in and becomes once again
    a werewolf consumed by the moon.

    the super full blue wolf moon
    smiles at her victory
    and the man joins Diana
    in saluting his mistress.

    Diana the moon goddess
    who lives on the moon
    And comes out once a year
    on the super full blue wolf moon.

    In honor of the super blue full wolf moon © j

    madman howling at the super blue full wolf moon

    [ on the night of a blood-red wolf moon ]

    On the night of a blood-red wolf moon
    a man stood outside
    between the trees
    in a field
    on the outside of town.

    beneath the lunatic rays
    of the blood-red full moon
    the lunatic lights of the moon
    casts a wild primeval glow
    on him.

    the hormonal chemicals are unleashed
    the wild beast within
    escapes it chain.

    and he howls with delight
    a werewolf
    free at last.

    to run amuck
    free of its civilized restraints
    throwing off his clothes
    stripping naked.

    running wild
    naked and free
    a wild man
    enjoying his freedom.

    as he sits
    under the lunatic light of the full moon
    of the blood-red lights of the wolf moon
    full of wild passions
    the lustful beast stirs again.

    and starts running and running
    howling at the moon
    riding into the new dawn.

    on a demented Harvey-Davis cycle
    with two naked babes on his back.

    riding into the Moon
    90 miles per second
    at the speed of thought.

    he disappears into the lunatic light
    of the full moon.

    and he woke ups
    alone,
    in his bed,

    Saying,

    “Man, that was quite a night
    I better not go there again”

    the wildman
    laughs
    he has heard that before.

    and he joins him
    in howling at the wolf moon,

     

    Drinkers Howling at the Blood Moon  

     

    The drinkers in the Cosmos Bar

    Were drinking up a storm

    On a typical Friday day

    In Bangkok, the city of lost angels.

     

    When they noticed

    It was a full moon night

    They looked out

    At the street

     

    And saw the blood red worm moon

    Rising over the distant Cha Prayo river

    Inspringing them to put down their drinks.

     

    And run into the streets

    Howling at the moon

    Like escaped banshees

    From the lunatic asylums

    Of Hell.

     

    Howling at the Blood Red Worm Moon

     

    Drinkers at the Cosmos bar

    Howling at the bloodworm moon

    Like rabid dogs chasing a car

    As the moon dances afar

     

    Howling at the bloodworm moon

    The lunatic light driving them mad

    As the moon dances afar

    Drinking so they feel not so sad

     

    What happened during the blood moon? All writing formats accepted. Please keep entries to 1000 words or less.

    Lunatic Haiku

     

    Full Wolf  Winter Moon

     

    January Moon

    inspires a lunatic

    to howl at the sky

     Full Snow Winter Moon

    February Moon

    bad craziness in the air

    howling banshees

     

    Full Worm Winter Moon

    Full Worm Winter Moon

    shinning lunatic light

    on drinkers in bar

     

    Full Pink Springtime Moon

     

    Pink Springtime Moon

    inspiring lunatics

    everywhere to howl

     Full Flower Moon

    April Full Moon

    inspiring such sadness

    during taxing time

    Strawberry June Moon

    Strawberry June Moon

    beginning of the monsoon

    drinkers must drink

    Full July Buck Moon

    Full July Buck Moon

    another excuse to drink

    until cows come home

    August Sturgeon Moon

     

    August Sturgeon Moon

    the dog days of summer are here

    lunatics howling

     

    September Corn Moon

    September Corn Moon

    make drinkers feel at home

    loving all night

    October Hunter Moon

    October Hunter Moon

    casting its lights on Bangkok

    drinkers drink a toast

     

    Howling at the Moon CHoka

    Another Pink Moon

    Howling at the moon

    At the blood red worm moon

    Like an escaped banshee

    Newly release from Hells’s Asylums

    Screaming and yelling

    As the moon changes color

    Becoming dark, deep  blood red

     

    This week we are featuring CHOKA POEM. Use the event’s picture or your own.

    Choka consist of 5-7 on phrases repeated at least twice, and conclude with a 5-7-7 ending

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  • Spillwords Publishes Gun Madness

    Spillwords Publishes Gun Madness

    Spillwords Publishes Gun Madness

    Thank you for your recent submission!

    Below are the publication details to your poetry

    “Dazzling Light of the Full Moon” will be published on 8/21/22 at 2am Eastern Time (ET)

     

     

     

     

    Below is the link to it once published:

    https://spillwords.com/dazzling-light-of-the-full-moon/

    Dazzling Light Of The Full Moon

    The New King Of Humanity Emerges Sunday Whirl

    Deranged Old Priest

    Lonely Dog

    Water, Water Everywhere

    The Full Moon Septolet

    Dazzling Light Of The Full Moon

    Pink Moon

     

     

     

     

     

    Dazzling light of the full moon
    Inspiring the drinkers
    At the cosmos club
    In Bangkok

    Twenty drinks too sober.
    To quit their drinking
    For a moment
    Laying down their beer
    And bourbon shots.
    To rush out onto the street

    Naked wild and free
    Howling at the full moon
    Like escaped banshees
    Mad werewolves.

    The New King of Humanity Emerges

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    There is a cosmic crack on the sideways,
    Covers on the ground covering up
    The gateway to the other world. ,
    That comes out of the holes
    In the ground
    Filled with the power
    Of the netherworld.

    The spirits are led
    By a sacred owl
    Who screeches out
    Their plan.

    But first, they sit down
    And have a feast
    Fit for the future king
    Of the world.

    The spirits ache all over
    As they lift their heavy weapons
    Lit the flames
    And destroy the human city.

    Deranged Old Priest

     

     

     

     

     

    A slightly deranged old priest
    Pledged,
    High up in the forest
    That he would resist
    The secret evil powers
    That controlled the world.

    With longer words of despair’
    He continued his prayers
    At a shrine to a magic stone
    Lost in a secret temple
    Deep in the wintergreen trees.

    Remembering with a wry smile,
    All the people around him who were
    greedily pursuing their goals
    of obtaining power at all costs

    and in the process
    losing all traces
    of their humanity

    as the evil forces
    took over their souls.

    Lonely Dog

    A lonely dog
    Goes out into the courtyard
    Waiting for his master
    To return home

    Alas, false alarm
    His master will not return
    As he has died.

    Of the super plague
    COVID 25
    That killed most people.

    The dogs and cats
    And other animals
    Eventually left
    To fend for themselves.

    But they missed
    Their human friends.

    Water, water everywhere

    flood
    flood

     

     

     

     

     

     

    Water, water everywhere
    As the monster rainstorms
    Continued to pound the east coast

    Southeast Asia, and Korea
    Massive thousand-year flood events
    Everywhere.

    Too much water
    With record rain falls
    While out west
    The mega drought continued.

    Europe on Fire
    Amazon on fire
    Greenland ice melting

    Massive forest fires
    Burning everywhere
    As climate change
    Continued a pace.

    Politicians and leaders
    Refusing to do anything
    To stem the crisis.

    Then the ice melted
    The gulf-stream failed
    And the world

    Continued its slide
    Becoming inhospitable
    For human life.

    Billions died,
    The remaining humans
    Moving to underground cities
    As the modern world ended.

    The Full Moon Septolet

    Another Pink Moon

     

     

     

     

     

    the full moon’s
    lunatic light
    shinning on us.

    madmen
    rushing
    howling
    at the moon.

    SPOTLIGHT ON WRITERS – JAKE COSMOS ALLER

    JAKE COSMOS ALLER·JUNE 26, 2021

    Spotlight On Writers Jake Cosmos Aller @Jakecaller   Where, do you hail from? I grew up in Berkeley,…

    AUTHORSENGLISHPOETRYQ&A

    STRANGERS SLEEPING ON THE STREETS

    JAKE COSMOS ALLER·SEPTEMBER 7, 2021

    Strangers Sleeping on The Streets written by: Jake Cosmos Aller @Jakecaller   In these sad days of the pandemic…

    ENGLISHPOETRY

    EVE EATS THE APPLE

    JAKE COSMOS ALLER·JUNE 10, 2021

    Eve Eats The Apple written by: Jake Cosmos Aller @Jakecaller   Eve was in the garden Talking with Mr….

    ENGLISHPOETRY

    JUST ENOUGH FOR COFFEE

    JAKE COSMOS ALLER·FEBRUARY 9, 2021

    Just Enough for Coffee written by: Jake Cosmos Aller @Jakecaller   A homeless man Stood on the street Counting…

    ENGLISHFEATURED POSTPOETRY

    MOCKING FACES STARING AT ME

    JAKE COSMOS ALLER·SEPTEMBER 19, 2020

    Mocking Faces Staring at Me written by: Jake Cosmos Aller @Jakecaller   Mocking faces hunting my dreams Hundreds of…

    ENGLISHPOETRY

    CHAOS

    JAKE COSMOS ALLER·JULY 6, 2020

    Chaos written by: Jake Cosmos Aller @Jakecaller   the world descends into chaos as our world leaders led by…

    ENGLISHPOETRY

    DORA THE INTERGALACTIC EXPLORER

    JAKE COSMOS ALLER·APRIL 27, 2020

    Dora The Intergalactic Explorer written by: Jake Cosmos Aller @Jakecaller   Dora the intergalactic explorer Is traveling to the…

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    EVERYDAY I TURN ON THE NEWS

    JAKE COSMOS ALLER·MARCH 26, 2020

    Everyday I Turn On The News written by: Jake Cosmos Aller @Jakecaller   every day I turn on the…

    ENGLISHPOETRY

    MORNING LIGHT

    JAKE COSMOS ALLER·FEBRUARY 12, 2020

    Morning Light written by: Jake Cosmos Aller   the terrors of the night the worst imaginings of what might…

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    RAMBLING MAN, WHERE IS YOUR HOME?

    JAKE COSMOS ALLER·SEPTEMBER 7, 2018

    Rambling Man, Where is your Home? written by: Jake Cosmos Aller   Where is my home? Where do I…

    ENGLISHPOETRY

    DARK DANGEROUS THOUGHTS

    JAKE COSMOS ALLER·AUGUST 19, 2018

    Dark Dangerous Thoughts written by: Jake Cosmos Aller   An old man wakes up Confronting the dark dangerous thoughts…

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    IN SEARCH OF AMERICA – HITCHHIKING TALES

    JAKE COSMOS ALLER·JULY 31, 2018

    In Search of America Hitchhiking Tales written by: Jake Cosmos Aller   When I was young and foolish Broke…

    ENGLISHPOETRY

    BUS RIDES IN AMERICA’S UNDERBELLY

    JAKE COSMOS ALLER·JULY 13, 2018

    Bus Rides In America’s Underbelly written by: Jake Cosmos Aller   the Bus – Travels Through America’s Underbelly I…

    Some More Recently Published Poetry

    Synchronized Chaos Update

    The End

     

  • Wild Things

    Wild Things

    The Poet Publishes Wild Thing

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    The Poet has published an Adversity Anthology featuring two of my poems. “Wild Things”, and “Wild Things Run Amuck”. You can find them on page 33-35 in volume Two. This is the third time I have been published in The Poet’s anthologies and I will submit again on the theme of cultural identity. To my writer friends, this is a great publication, they do quality work but unfortunately no payment yet.

    To order a copy from Amazon.co.uk click on the button below. Alternatively, search ASIN: B09JJ7FQ6S in your own country’s Amazon store.

    Wild Things Run Amuck
    Wild Things
    A Poet Contemplating the End of Times
    Computer plots against me
    the Democratic Party Needs a Lion Tamer

     

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    Wild Things Run Amuck

    4 am
    O dark hundred
    Bewitching hour
    Time for wild things.

    To escape
    From their prisons
    Deep in the mind
    Of the sleeping man.

    They escape
    Hideous demons
    Ghouls, goblins, monsters
    Escaped banshees.

    The wild things
    Sniff the air
    Saying it was time
    For some wilding.

    The wild things
    Jump out the window
    And run amuck
    Spreading chaos
    in their wake.

    Killing everyone they see
    Raping women and children,
    Vandalizing buildings,
    Yelling screaming.

    As the wild things
    Run amuck
    Led by a half man half horse
    Centaur like creature
    With a Putin like mask
    And the voice of Donald Trump

    The wild things run amuck
    All over the town
    Spreading chaos
    Until the dawning sun,

    Turns them back
    Into vampire like creatures.
    And werewolves
    Howling at the full moon.

    The wild things
    Come back
    And enter their prison
    Deep in the sleeper’s head

    .And the wild things
    Fade into a nightmarish image
    As the sleeping man
    Awakes recalling the dream,

    And the night of terror
    When the wild things
    Came out to play
    At o dark hundred.

    Wild Things

    Wild things come out to play
    Intending to unleash chaos
    Leaving their prisons
    Deep inside the mind.

    The wild things
    Have come out to run amok
    In the light of the full moon.

    Nightmarishly real foul creatures
    Great demons, werewolves, goblins,
    Monsters, hell hounds,

    Escaped banshees
    Straight out of hell
    Howling at the lunatic light
    Of the full moon.

    A Poet Contemplating the End of Times (submited but not published.)

    a Poet sits in his lair
    high above the city

    contemplating the end
    the end of days

    the end of the world
    approaching him

    He saw the signs
    all around him

    the decay
    the rot lay deep

    all around him
    the world woke up

    and the poet
    smiled

    he was no longer
    a lone voice

    in the wilderness
    screaming about the end

    as the world
    woke up

    perhaps too late
    perhaps not

    the poet spoke
    and the world listened

    to his pleas
    no longer

    falling on deaf eats
    the poet smiles

    and prepared
    for the end

    of his time
    as he saw

    the grim reaper
    coming for him.

    Computer Plots Against Me

    (submited but not published.)

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    I often think
    that my computer
    hates me
    and is plotting against me.

    for example
    often
    the computer dies
    killing my data
    and giving me the proverbial finger.

    other times it takes forever
    to open a simple word document
    multiple copies
    all with nonresponse errors.

    and excel
    well don’t get me started
    one day
    for some reason,

    Excel refused to accept
    anything imported
    from outside Excel.

    gave me a very helpful error message
    ran out of fonts
    okay?
    and you click Okay
    five to 500 times (a record I counted)

    until finally, it cleared
    but you lost
    any data you might have had.

    I have pretty much given up
    on Microsoft
    I sent them a goodbye letter.

    but they of course
    true to form
    never acknowledge it.

    and so they are doomed
    to become the latest
    corporate dinosaur.

    like Block Buster
    or Sears Roebuck.

    the Democratic Party Needs a Lion Tamer

    (submited but not published.)

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    joe biden

     

     

     

     

     

    the democratic elders
    sitting around
    the proverbial non-smoked filled room
    contemplating the state of play

    looking at the candidates
    that are still at play
    realizing that none of them
    are the lion tamer

    that the times need
    to take on the President
    the President is the ultimate
    disrupter of the status quo

    the ultimate change agent
    the master of destruction
    who has the pulse
    of the public

    the democrats need to find
    a progressive champion
    a real new deal
    who can become

    their lion tamer
    and put the beast
    that is Trump
    back in his dark cage

    the hour is getting late
    as the nation contemplates their fate
    will the democrats step up to the plate
    and stop the lion in his place

    Are we all doomed
    to watch the end of America
    from our television screens
    as the beast emerges

    triumphant and real
    calling forth the trumpeters
    and their dark allies
    in the alt-right.

    OUR NEXT THEME

    One question we always ask our poets is; do your culture and heritage influence your writing? And so, for our next collection, the theme is Cultural Identity. Click on the link for further details:

    https://www.thepoetmagazine.org/contribute
    Deadline January 31, 2022

    They publish four anthologies a year. I have been in three out of the recent four ( and due to the technical glitch mentioned above should have been in a fourth one).

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    One question we always ask our poets is; does your culture and heritage influence your writing?

    Another challenging subject for our next collection; Cultural Identity is a part of a person’s identity, or their self-conception and self-perception, and is related to nationality, ethnicity, religion, social class, generation, locality or any kind of social group that has its own distinct culture.

    Use your skills as a poet to tell us about YOUR OWN particular cultural identity, heritage, nationality or social and ethnic background. What do you love about your culture? What aspects or features of your culture inspire you? How is your culture unique and fascinating, and how does it influence you to put words onto paper?

    You can also submit poetry in your own language, but it MUST be accompanied by a translation into English.

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    134 poems
    265 pages
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    My poems appear on pages 33-32.

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    Journal of Expressive Writing Updates

    Snarling Cup of Coffee

    Love Poems from Snarling Cup of Coffee Chapbook Collection, 2nd posting

    broad kill review published “Snarling Cup of Coffee”

    I will read my poem, “Snarling Cup of Coffee” on the Journal of Expressive Writing’s first global poetry reading zoom session, starting at 7 pm on September 8th EST.

    Update:  I ended up reading “Just Enough for Coffee”. It was a lot of fun.  I am going to do it again, and try PSH and Rattle open zoom mike readings as well.  Perhaps someday I will do some open mike readings or slams when I am back in the states. end update.

     

     

     

     

    Want your friends and/or family to attend? We hope so! Please send them this free registration link: https://www.eventbrite.com/e/open-mic-tickets-166176880523. Once registered, they will receive the Zoom link 24 hours in advance of the event.

    Jennifer A. Minotti
    Founder Editor-in-Chief
    Journal of Expressive Writing

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    On Wed, Aug 25, 2021 at 11:44 AM Jennifer Minotti <jen@journalofexpressivewriting.com> wrote:

    Dear Journal Contributor,

    We are so thrilled that you signed up to read your writing for the inaugural Journal of Expressive Writing’s poetry open mike reading  on September 8, 2021 at 7 p.m. on Zoom!

    This is just a reminder: Each reader should plan on reading—in any genre—for a maximum of four minutes. Please time your reading(s) in advance, as we have a lot of readers signed up! for the poetry open mike reading.

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      1. We will send you the Zoom Link 24 hours in advance poetry open mike reading .
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    See you soon! for the poetry open mike reading.

    Jen Minoti
    Kelly DuMar

    Snarling Cup of Coffee

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    I like to start my day with a hot cup of coffee

    I pound down the coffee
    First thing I do every day as the dawning sun
    Lights up my lonesome room

    Yeah, but not just a simple cup of java Joe, but a God damn snarling sarcastic smarmy cup of coffee

    I mean, – we are talking about an alcoholic, all speed ahead, always hot, always fresh, always there when I need it, angry, attitude talk to the hand Ztude, bad, bad assed, beats breaking, beatnik, bluesy, bitter, bitchy, bombs away, capitalistic, caffeinated up the ass, cinematic, communistic, Colombian grown, Costa Rican inspired, Cowabunga to the max, crazy assed, devilishly angelic, divine, divinely inspired, dyslexic, epic, extreme vetting, evil eye, expensive, erotic vision inducing, Ethiopian coffee house brewed, euphoric, freaky, freazoid, foxy, Frenched kissed, French brewed, funkified, foxy lady, graphic, GOD in my coffee, with Allah, Ganesh, Jesus, Kali, Buddha, Christians, Durga, Hindus, Mohamed, Jesus and Mo and their friend, the cosmic bar maid, Sai Babai, Shiva, Taoists, Zoroastrians, drinking my god damned coffee in Hell; growling, gnarly, happy, hard as ice, Hawaian blessed, high as a kite, hippie, hip, hipster, hip hoppy, hot as hell yet strangely sweet as heaven, jazzy, jealous, Kerouac approved, kick ass, kick my god damn ass to Tuesday, kick down the doors and take no prisoners, grown in the Vietnam highlands by ex Vietcong, Guatemalan grown, kiss ass, illegal in every state, imported from all over the god damn world, insane, lovely, loony, lonely, lonesome, malodorous mean old rotten, motherfucking, nasty, narcotic, never whatever, never meh, never cold, not approved by the CIA, not approved by DHS, not approved for human consumption by the FDA, not your daddy’s sissified corporate cup of coffee, NOT DECAFE coffee, not your Denny’s truck driver weak as brown water cup of fake coffee, not your establishment friendly cup of coffee, Not your FBI coffee, Not FAKE Herbal coffee substitute, but a real cup of coffee, not your farmer brothers dinner crap, not made in America for Americans, not safe for work, not your Starbucks average expensive overpriced crappy corporate chain cup of coffee, Not pretentious, Not White House approved, not State Department safe, nuclear, Not Patriotic, operatic, Peets’s coffee approved, paranoid, pornographic, psychotic, pontific, politically aware, rapping, rhyming, right here, right now in River city, rock and roll up the Yazoo, sad, sadistic, sarcastic, sassy, satanic, schizoid, shitting, silly, sexy, smarmy, smelly, smooth, snarky, snarling, stupid, stinking, sweet as honey, sweat inducing, symphonic, Trump can’t handle this coffee, vengeful, Wagnerian, wicked, with nutmeg and cinnamon swirls, with a hint of stevia, with a hint of vanilla, with a hint of rum, with a hint of whisky, with a hint of cherry, with a hint of fruit overtones, with a hint of drugs spicing up the coffee, spendific, speeding, splendid, superior accept no substitutes, survived the Vietnam war, the Iraq war, the Afghan war, the first and Second Korean war, World War 11, the war on poverty, the war on drugs, the war on black people, the sexual revolution, Soulful as a summer’s night in MOTOWN- James Brown approved, TOP approved, Berkeley approved, the coffee that Jimmy Hendrix drank before he died, the coffee that Elvis drank on his last breakfast, the coffee that Barry White crooned as he drank his cup of coffee – and the coffee that made the white boy play stand up and play that funky music, the coffee that made Jonny B Goode play his guitar, and made Jonny bet the devil his soul after he drank his morning cup of righteous coffee and the coffee that make the Rolling Stones Rock and Roll, the coffee your mother warned you against drinking, the coffee that Napoleon drank when he became the Emperor of all Europe, the Coffee that Beethoven drank when he wrote the Ninth symphony, the coffee that Mozart drank as he wrote his last symphony, the coffee that Lincoln drank before he was killed, the Hemingway drank before he killed himself, the coffee that started the 60’s, and ended the 20th century, the coffee that Lenin drank as he plotted revolution, the coffee that Hitler and Stalin drank with FDR as they divided up the world after World War 11, the cup that JFK drank before he was blown away, the coffee Jerry drinks while driving in cars with random celebrities and political figures, the coffee that Jon Stewart drinks before he goes on an epic take down of some foolish politico, the cup of Arabic coffee that Sadaam drank the day he was executed, the coffee that GW and Cheney drank when they bombed Baghdad, the Indian cup of coffee that Bid Laden drank before 9-11 and just before the seals blew his ass to hell, the cup of coffee that Tiger Woods drank with his mistresses while playing a 3, 000 dollar round of golf at Sandy Lane golf course in Barbados, the last legal drug that does what drugs should do, the cup of coffee that Obama drank when he became President, Vietnamese, Vienna brew, wacky, whimsical, Whisky Tango Foxtrot, wild, weird, wonderful, WOW, Yabba dabba doo! Yada Yada yada Zappa’s favorite cup of cosmic coffee, and Zorro’s last cup of coffee,  Good to the last drop rolled into one simple cup of hot coffee

    As I pound down that first cup of coffee
    And fire up my synaptic nerve endings with endless supplies
    Of caffeine induced neuron enhancing chemicals

    I face the dawning day with trepidation and mind-numbing fear
    I turn on the TV and watch the smarmy newscasters in their perfect hair
    Lying through their teeth about the great success the government is having  Following the great leader’s latest pronouncements

    I want to scream and shoot the TV
    And run out side Shouting   “Stop the world.
    I want to get off this fucking crazy planet”

    The earth does not care a whit about my attitude
    It merely shrugs and moves around the Sun
    In its appointed daily run
    And I sit down

    The madness dissipating a bit
    And enjoy my second cup
    Of heaven and hell
    In my morning cup of Joe

    the end