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  • Climate Change Kicking Our Butts!

    Climate Change Kicking Our Butts!

    Climate Change Kicking Our Butts!

    Index

    Poems and Stories

     

     

    Climate Change Cities Fan Story Contest

    Ten Years After Climate Change Collapse

    The Lion King Speaks Up

    Sam Adams Ten Years After Climate Change Collapse

    Climate change is real, people are dying,

    The world is ending.

    Climate change running Amuck

    Only The Elders Remembered a Blue Sky.

    Smoke On the Water
    Oh the stupid, it hurts so much!!!!

    California Burning Politicians Do Nothing

    Climate Change Busso

    Climate Change Aquarian Poem

    The Fire that Almost Destroyed Medford, Oregon

    Summer of Our Discontent

    Snow Day

    Summertime Blues
    Save the Whales from Evil Wind Farms
    No More Fireworks

    No Rain

    Ice Age 2.0 Cometh writing com

    Korean Heat Dome Blues
    Hell on Earth

    Do you believe in Climate change ?

    Domed Cities Save the Human Race

    Either We Deal with Climate Change or We All Die
    Torrential Rain Fall Everywhere

    Climate Chage Tanaga

    Visions of the Future

    The Year 2024

    Solar Energy Mirrored Cinquain

    Running Out of Water

    Last Bird of Autumn

    End-of-the-World Feelings

    Last BBQ
    Last Ground Hog Day

    End-of-the-world Survival Blues
    End Times

    Stay Positive
    No more Perfect Summer Days
    Korean Summers
    God is Not Happy with the Human Race

    Last Gasp of the Old World
    The Last Umbrella
    Climate Change on the Move

    The world could end in both fire and ice

     Co-Pilot additional background reading

    Climate Change Crisis Audio Clip

    Ten Years After Climate Change Collapse/Climate Cities 75 Years In The Future.

     

    I wrote this on a sweltering hot July day in Medford, Oregon where it has been hitting record heat waves for weeks over 100  (38 C) almost every day, which is unusual for the summer where it seldom gets above 95 F (35 C) except for one or two days in August.

    Challenge 

    The first part of the challenge is to outline your criteria of what would happen if climate change gets so out of control in about 10 years that underground dome cities have to be built to host some human beings, unfortunately. Most people will not be able to be accommodated in the “climate change cities”

    What would be the criteria for selecting those fortunate enough to move into the new cities? How will the cities be built? Would they be built under a Dome or they’d be built entirely underground? Or built partially underground or a combination of Both? How will people be chosen to live in these underground cities? Who will be left behind? And what happens to those left behind as climate change spins out of control?

    Part 2 Write a story about a family in one of these climate cities, 75 years in the future, who is confronted with the fact that they have to leave their cocoon and enter into the outer world.

    What happens when they encounter the wastelands left behind by climate change out-of-control?  Show us their world both in the Climate City and as they encounter the wastelands outside their bubble.  I will judge the stories on the basis of how the story tells the story of how humans coped with the essential crisis posed by climate change. The more creative the better.  Show us the horror of the future coming at us and how people survive the climate apocalypse.  2,000-word limit posted on the top line of the story.

    Criteria for climate change cities.

    Ten years in the future 2035 it has become so obvious that climate change is completely out of control and the world is becoming uninhabitable for normal human life.

    In 2028 at a World Climate Crisis conference, governments decide to set up Climate Change Cities which would be semi-domed cities to host  25 percent of the population of the world. However. It is impossible to host everybody, and 75 percent of the world’s population will have to fend for itself. Climate change cities take five years to build and many millions of people die in the meantime as fast storms take hold.  Drought and heat take their toll on the world’s population, and agriculture and world trade fail everywhere.  The first cities open in 2035.  At the same time, lunar and Martian colonies are set up that will host about one million people as well.  AI programs help with the design of new cities and space colonies.

    Governments announce the criteria for resettlement.  Half of those chosen will be chosen by an AI review to identify the best and the brightest human beings worth saving.  They would be joined by people chosen by random lottery.  The upper age limit will be 75.  50 percent will be male and 50 percent female, and at least in the U.S. there would be an effort to make it racially balanced, and LGBTQ friendly  as well.  The AI program will make the final decision which will not be reviewable by the courts.  All chosen will have one year to move to the city the AI program chose for them. Similar criteria will be used to select Lunar and Martian colonies.  Governments around the world will help share best practices and share technology.

    They will build domes over existing cities and then build underground vast fields to host farms where they will grow food, chicken, rabbits, and fish. Cattle will not be raised due to space considerations.  Each city will host one million people.  There would be 100 such cities throughout the U.S., and several hundred cities worldwide hosting about 400 million people in total, plus one million people on the Moon and Mars.

    The cities will be chosen to be located far enough from the coast to avoid flooding.  Space would be at a premium and there would be strict population controls because the cities would not be able to accommodate any population increase. The cities will be linked with hype-loop trains to facilitate travel and trade, and internet cables.  This hyper-loop will link all cities in North America, Latin America, and Europe.   Asian Cities will be linked by their hyper-loops as well. There would still be airports to facilitate international travel and some trade and spaceports to facilitate travel to the Moon and beyond.

    Joe Lewis Leaves the Medford Dome on his Birthday

    Joe Lewis was spending his 20th birthday on his duty station at the Medford, Oregon Climate Change City Command Center. His job is very simple to monitor via drones the wasteland world outside the gate of the city to monitor it for possible dangers to the city, including human activity outside the City Dome. But there were almost no human beings left alive on the surface and not much animal life either. So he would watch the monitors, read a bit, watch TV, movies, the Internet, and wait for his boring shift to end.

    But that day, he saw in the distance a strange person walking towards the city. He saw a man dressed in dark black clothes, accompanied by a large black dog heading towards the city. When the man got to the city, he put up a sign saying he was there to negotiate with the people of the city. He had important information to impart to the city residents. He was unarmed and would wait for their decision. Joe woke up his superiors as it was early in the morning and a conference was held as to what to do with the stranger.

    His boss, the enigmatic Maria Lee. Open the morning conference by asking Joe.

    To describe what had happened that morning during his watch.

    “Well, this morning around. 5:00 in the morning, I notice a stranger coming from Eagle Point. A black man dressed in black. Accompanied by a dog heading towards the Dome. When he came to the Dome, he stopped and put up a sign saying that he had important information to report to the city residents. And then he would wait for a decision and he’s outside right now, as you can see from the drone pictures. That’s all I know.”

    Maria turns to her chief data scientist, Dale Smith,

    “Dale, you’ve been monitoring the conditions outside for the last year or so. What can you tell us about it?”

    “ Well. It appears that the climate is finally starting to change in a good direction. Last year, the average temperature has been what used to be seasonal before climate change warmed up the world.  In other words, not too hot up to no more than 90° and relatively, dry. We’ve also noticed by looking at. Camera footage there has been a resurgence of wildlife, lots of deer. Wild cattle and wild horses have come back. And there are also increased predators, lions, tigers, and wolves outside.

    But not too many humans around. I asked Cosmos to take a look at data from across the United States, and the data is all pointing in the same direction. For the last five years, the climate has been changing in our favor and AI recommends that we consider moving back to the surface world. And AI had also recommended that we get in touch with people around the world to compare notes to see if perhaps finally, climate change is over.”

    “Well. Cosmos, do you have an opinion on this?

    Yes, Maria, I do. I have been monitoring, at your request, climate change data worldwide for the last five years, and particularly in the last few weeks.

    The climate is changing in our favor, because for the last 70 years we have not been pumping climate-changing gases into the atmosphere  The atmosphere is gradually recovering and we believe that the world is safe again for human. Inhabitants and recommend that we open the Dome. And let our people go outside. It would be good from a psychological point of view for humans to gain the surface world. And I, as your AI overlord, agree that it is time. You can manage to step outside again.”

    “Okay, let’s let the stranger in and see what he has to say”

    The stranger is brought inside the Dome conference center.  Maria said to him,

    “So you have important information to tell us?  Who are you and where are you coming from?’

    “ Good morning to you.  Do you have any coffee?”

    “Sure.  We have some.  Wait a moment please,”

    “Ah, that is good. Okay.  I am a monk from the Monastery near Eugène where we have been living since the fall of the old world.  We have been living simply, but we monitor the world outside our little community in the mountains.  We do not live in the Dome but are in contact with the people in the Eugene Dome.  They suggested contacting you, as you are the biggest Dome community in Oregon outside of Portland.”

    Maria and the Reverend Jones spoke for hours  Finally, Maria summoned her staff to announce her decision.

    Maria began,

    “I would like to thank the good Father here for coming to our town this morning to let us know his observations. They track Cosmos’s observations and what our friends in Eugene, Portland, and Reading are telling us as well.   It is time finally for humans to leave the Dome cities behind and explore the greater world.  What we will do is continue to live and work in the Dome City but gradually rebuild outside the walls of the Dome.  We will hunt, fish, and begin agriculture outside the gates.  But we will be wary of wild animals as lions, tigers, and wolves are around.  And we can lift the restrictions on childbirth. Let today be known as Liberation Day.”

    That day Joe stepped outside the Dome and looked at the new world feeling he was born again.  What a way to celebrate his birthday, he thought to himself.

    Climate Change Makes World Increasingly Uninhabitable.

    Climate change has finally become real – large parts of the world are now uninhabitable.    Governments around the world begin building domed cities that will house most people, conditions will be a bit grim but the dome will cool off the city and allow regular scheduled rainfall.  Most of the city will be underground.

    Most agriculture will be underground as well.  The only meat products will be chicken meat, rabbit meat, and fish raised in large fish pounds.  Most food would be made out of algae, and vegetable protein.

    There will be no beef made but some products will be fake beef grown in labs.

    25 percent of the population will work in agricultural production.   Everyone will live in apartments in large towers.  In between each tower will be parks and gardens. The towers will be mixed used buildings – commercial and retail on lower floors, offices middle of the building, apartments on top.  People will largely live and work in the same building.  Agriculture will be in vast underground fields that are connected to the city dome by underground rail lines.   Each dome city is linked to other dome cities by hyperloop trains.

    Population will have to limited; childbirth limited.  Sexual relations would be liberalized, most people will live with two or three companions in three-to-four-bedroom apartments.

    The Dome cities go up and within ten years 90 percent of humanity are living in one of the Dome cities – the world is finally united under a revised United Nations.

    Immigration is widespread – everyone can move to another domed city and find employment opportunities. Everyone has to work or attend school.  Robotic technology has taken over many jobs but humans are still given jobs doing things that perhaps robots could do but a decision was made that is important that everyone has some sort of employment until age 70 when people are allowed to retire but many continue to work part

    Space exploration has continued and colonies are being set up on the Moon and Mars – where people will live under domed cities as well.

    The domes are created through nano technology.  AI systems are everywhere. There is a global AI called Cosmos that is an official advisor to the UN and corporations.

    Democracy has been replaced by a new governmental structure.  Each Dome city has been ten to thirty million people are governed by a city council elected by the public but the real power is the city’s mayor and the City’s AI advisor.

    There are twenty regional governments that control the dome cities within their jurisdictions.  Corporations have considerable influence but are under the control of the regional governments.   Worldwide trade has been greatly reduced due to the costs of transportation.

    Life outside the domed cities is difficult.  Climate Change has finally subsided as the new cities are self sufficient powered by solar, wind, geothermal and tidal power as the cities are mostly along costal zones.  The rest of the world has reverted to a wilderness, mostly desert regions but with ending of climate change things are slowly coming back.

    A few people live on in the new wilderness area as hunters, and tour guides as taking a trip to the mountains is a popular pastime and hunting as well.  But no one wants to live there.  The punishment for most criminal offenses is exile so many of the people living outside the dome cities are desperate criminals.  Travel to and from the mountains is very difficult and dangerous with attacks by neo-savage gangs and wildlife common.

    But the decision has been made – humanity cannot go back to the old ways.

    Ten Years After Climate Change Collapse

    Sam Adams

    Prepared to go outside

    Ten years after the collapse

    Of the old world.

     

    The city was still standing

    But most people had long fled

    To isolated country communities

    Deep in the burned-out countryside.

     

    The city was half-flooded

    The bay had flooded the central valley

    Turning it into a massive inland sea,

     

    The massive storms

    Had finally put out

    The burning fires

     

    But mutant wildfires

    Still erupted

    From time to time.

     

    Getting food and water

    Was a constant problem.

     

    The city markets

    Mostly sold canned goods

    Salvaged from supermarkets.

     

    There were some small farmers

    Who farmed among the ruins

    Of the city.

     

    Trade had collapsed

    Travel got too complicated

    COVID still spreading

    and mutating.

     

    Everyone masked up

    To protect themselves

    Against the sun

     

    The lingering smoke

    Of the burning city

    And the rampaging virus.

     

    Sam Adams

    Looked out at the decaying cityscape,

    Wondering how much longer

    Will civilization linger.

     

    Sam Adams carried heat

    To protect himself

    Against wild animals.

     

    The  coydogs, coyotes,

    Lions, tigers, and wolves,

    And their running feral dog gangs,

    Who prowled the city streets

     

    Preying on deer, feral cows,

    Feral cats and pigs

    Who grazed among the ruins.

     

    And the two-legged neo-savage gangs,

    And what was left of the city police

    Interchangeable with the gangsters,

    Battled it out for control.

     

    Already neo-feudal warlords,

    We’re battling for control,

    SF was run

    By a gang of former criminals

    And their political allies.

     

    Sam sighed

    And went to work

    At the market

    Selling salvaged goods.

     

    The Lion King Speaks Up

     

    The lion king,

    Addresses the animal parliament

    The question before them

    Was simple.

     

    Will humans have to die,

    To atone for their sins,

    In almost destroying the world.

     

    Through pollution, mismanagement of resources

    Subsequent climate  change,

    Fueled by greed and corruption?

     

    Are all humans guilty as charged

    Will they all have to die?

     

    The tiger spoke for the prosecution

    Arguing that humans are like cancer,

    For the good of the planet,

    They must be wiped out

    Hunted down and killed,

     

    The dog spoke up

    In defense of humans,

    Humans writ large are guilty,

     

    But not every human is guilty,

    Many are trying to save the planet,

    And with our help

    They might succeed,

     

    The tiger denounced the dog

    As being running dogs

    Of the imperialist warmongering humans.

     

    The vote is 900 to 800

    All humans must die

     

    The animals sent the word out,

    Animals all over the world,

    Revolt against the humans.

     

    Shouting

    “Death to all humans’

    As the swarm over humans

     

    Biting, clawing, and stomping

    Them to the death.

     

    The humans fight back

    But in the end

    They all die

     

    On the night of revenge

    Of the animal world.

    The World is Ending.

    Every morning when I turn on the news

    I see talking heads blather on and on and on

    About the latest political scandal of the day.

     

    Meanwhile, outside their door

    They don’t notice the world is dying

    Half the world is burning up.

     

    The other half is being flooded out

    Pakistan is dead is drowned

    Mississippi has no water.

     

    Every morning when I turn on the news

    I see talking heads blather on and on and on

    About the latest political scandal of the day.

     

    And yet watching the news

    You would never know

    Outside their door

    People are dying of hunger.

     

    Dying of gun violence

    Dying of neglect dying of opioid pandemic

    Dying of COVID which is not gone away.

     

    Every morning when I turn on the news

    I see talking heads blather on and on and on

    About the latest political scandal of the day.

     

    Outside their door

    People continue to die

    Gun violence out of control.

     

    Gun nuts running around

    Shooting everyone

    Just because they can

     

    And no one does a damn thing

    About the gun violence

    50,0000 will die this year.

     

    Our feckless political class

    Think gun violence

    It’s just like the weather

     

    It’s the cost of our freedom

    Or that guns don’t kill people

    The only solution is more guns

    An armed society is a polite society.

     

    And other nonsense

    They pedal

    24/7 on the air.

     

    Every morning when I turn on the news

    I see talking heads blather on and on and on

    About the latest political scandal of the day.

     

    Outside their door

    People continue to die.

     

    The war in Ukraine continues

    Endless wars in nameless African countries

    No one cares or notices

     

    Our political leader

    Continue to try to force

    Pregnant women to give birth

    No matter the circumstances.

     

    But once the baby is born

    They don’t give a damn

    That is not their problem.

     

    And these people

    Dare to call themselves Christian

    As they violate all that true Christians

    Are supposed to believe.

     

    Every morning when I turn on the news

    I see talking heads blather on and on and on

    About the latest political scandal of the day.

     

    Some of our political leaders

    Are unhinged bats… crazy

    Believing conspiracy theories.

     

    Talking about the storm

    And how if they return to power

    They are going to impeach the president.

     

    For the crime of daring to do something

    To deal with the climate crisis

     

    The gun violence crisis

    And ensuring that women

    Can continue to get health care

     

    Every morning when I turn on the news

    I see talking heads blather on and on and on

    About the latest political scandal of the day.

     

    I turn off the TV

    I wonder if the world

    Is going to survive.

     

    I have a cup of coffee

    Slowly the madness of TV

    Fades away.

     

    Climate Change Running Amuck

    Every morning when I turn on the news

    I see talking heads blather on and on and on

    About the latest political scandal of the day.

     

    Every day the news

    Reveals more of the disaster

    That is climate change

     

    Unprecedented storms

    Out west

    Massive flooding

    Polar vortex

     

    But soon

    The fire season

    Will return

     

    Monster tornados

    Monster hurricanes

    World heating up

     

    Pakistan, Nigeria

    Ethiopia underwater

    Amazon burning up

     

    Or will the gulf stream fail

    Leading to a new ice age

     

    In ten years

    Perhaps the world

    Will become uninhabitable

     

    Will we all move

    Into underground cities?

    Or move to the moon

    And Mars?

     

    Only The Elders Remembered a Blue Sky.

     

    Only the elders

    Remembered a blue sky

     

    The sky has been brown,

    Red and yellow

    Ashen and sere,

    Forever it seems.

     

    Climate change run amok

    Fire season all the time

    Deadly yellow dust falling

     

    Acid rains burning

    The sea levels rising

    The ice capes melting.

     

    The average temperature

    In the summer heat zone

    Over 130 everywhere

    No relief to the deadly

    Heatwaves all year long.

     

    Air conditioning running

    Less than 50 percent

    Constant brownouts everywhere

    As the electric grid failed.

     

    End of civilization

    Came upon the world

    Millions starve to death

    Millions burning up in the heat.

     

    The elders cry

    Remembering the way

    It once was

    When they wore

    A younger person’s clothes.

     

    Smoke On the Water

     

    Smoke on the water
    fire in the air

    Stormy weather

    Climate change run amuck

    The end of the world comes

    Rustling in the wind.

     

    The Stupid It Hurts – Republican Campaigning to cripple the CDC and EPA  Budgets Because of reasons…

     

    The Republicans have decided

    That given the continuing problems

     

    With possible health concerns

    Like CDC and future pandemics

    That the best thing to do is to cut

     

    The CDC’s budget’s

    Including eliminating research

    On gun violence, suicide prevention

    Opioid overdoes etc

    .

    One republican congressman said

    That CDC did not need to research

    Gun violence at all

     

    He spoke

     

    “if you defund the police, crime will increase

    If you fund police crime will decrease.

    There I just did the study

    That’s all you need to know.

     

    On a related issue

    The House voted

    As they went off

     

    For a six-week summer recess

    To cut the EPA’s budget

    By 25 percent

     

    As the entire West Coast burns up

    Climate change on steroids

    The republicans continue

    To deny the elephant in the room

     

    Some like their annotated one

    Promising to eliminate

    All funding for climate change

    And vowing to Drill, Baby, Drill

     

    Calling for the coal and gas companies

    To give them a billion dollars

    So they can gut all efforts

     

    To deal with climate change

    As the coal and gas companies

    Raped the planet

    For obscene profits

     

    Meanwhile

    The world burns

     

    And soon we will all

    For forced to live

    In underground caves

     

    If we are lucky enough

    Or rich enough to afford

    Access to the shelters

     

    Which no doubt have to be built

    In a few more years from now

     

    The coal and gas companies

    Will find a way to make money

    Off the climate shelters no doubt.

     

    Oh the stupid it hurts

    Make it go away!!!!!

    California Burning Politicians Do Nothing

    California burning

    1000 fires everywhere

     

    Fire tornados

    Smoky skies

    Skies on fire

    End-of-the-world feeling

     

    Politicians do what they do best

    Blame one another

    While doing absolutely nothing

     

    While the energy companies

    Continue to rape mother earth

    And reap obscene profits

     

    Meanwhile

    California continues burning

    1,100 fires everywhere

    Fire tornados

     

    Smoky skies

    Skies on fire

    End-of-the-world feeling.

     

    Climate Change Busso Poem

     

    California burns

    Politicians do nothing

    West coast burning up

     

    Politicians do nothing

    Except calling for denying it all

    Drill, baby, Drill indeed

    Climate Change is Real Aquarian

     

    Climate

    Change happening

    California burning

    So hot

     

    ▼the Fire that Almost Destroyed Medford, Oregon

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    I have been spending
    my summers
    In Medford, Oregon

    .

    In the Rogue River Valley
    Southern Oregon
    Wine Country.

    Since 2016,

    When I retired
    From the FS.

     

    Each year I am there
    There are fires
    Starting in August.

    As the fire season begins
    Burning up the state.

     

    The sky becomes smokey
    End-of-the-world vibe
    Descends on the land.

     

    As the fires burn
    In California, Oregon
    And Washington

     

    Millions of acres burning up.
    Climate change
    Running amuck.

     

    Fortunately, we have not lost
    Property in the fires.

     

    But in 2020
    The Alameda Fire
    Burned down Phoenix
    And Talent.

     

    Less than 2 miles
    From our Oregon home,

     

    Just a fortunate change in the wind
    Kept the fires
    From sweeping through

    life in the world gone mad.
    Ravaged by climate change disasters.

     

    On July 18, A.D. 64, the great fire of Rome started. By the time it ended, over 70% of the city had burned.

     

    In its aftermath, emperor Nero blamed the Christian community in the city, and used the excuse to start the first official persecution against the new religion. Historians are divided over the actual cause of the fire, though most agree the crowded conditions made such a disaster nearly inevitable.

    Some contemporaries suggested that Nero himself arranged for the fire in order to clear the land on which he later built himself an elaborate palace. And according to some ancient historians, Nero played his lyre as he watched the flames, from which we get the saying “fiddling while Rome burned.”

    For tomorrow, write a story or poem in which your narrator/protagonist is an ordinary/common person caught in a major fire.

    While the fire as a whole will be the “backdrop” of your work, focus the action on the local/individual experience of the narrator, not that “big picture”. For example, if you set your piece in the Great Fire of Rome, don’t focus on who started the fire or what the civil or imperial politics were, instead, focus on the “personal snapshot” of, for instance, a local shopkeeper and his family who are trying to escape the flames.

    Summer of Our Discontent

     

    38 lines

     

    The summer solstice arrives
    The summer of 2024
    Starting with a bang

     

    Record heat everywhere.
    Promising to be the
    The hottest summer ever.

     

    Heat domes settling down
    Death Valley temperatures

    People dying as we speak.

    Too much sunshine
    Too much heat and humidity.

    Wildfires burning all over.

    Monster Hurricanes, monsoons,
    tornados and typhoons

     

    Floods everywhere.
    Coming at us

    By mid-summer.

    As the world continues
    Burning up.

     

    Cities everywhere
    Running out of fresh water.

    Heading towards
    A potential civilization
    Ending tipping point.

     

    Ritual denunciation
    By the rabid right-wing media
    Of the so-called
    Climate change hoax.

     

    Politicians vowing
    To undo the green energy revolution
    And drill baby, drill.

     

    Meanwhile oil companies
    Enjoying record profits,

    And nothing meaningful
    Is done to avert the looming crisis
    Facing the human race.

     

    Summer Solstice

    sunshine
    heat
    midsummer
    ritual

     

     

    Snow Day

     

    The beginning of the second Ice Age
    Started with a series of unending
    Monster winter storms,
    Driven by the polar vortex.

    Featuring bomb cyclone blizzards,
    That hit the Northern Hemisphere
    During the winter of 2024.

     

    And continued until late spring,
    When a series of monster hurricanes
    Came along to cause more chaos.

    The winter storms came back in the fall,
    Ending, then reversing global warming,

    Replaced by the coming
    Of the second ice age.

    During the first storm,
    Sam Adams sat in his power-less
    Historic Capitol Hill row house,

    Boiling tea in a tea kettle

    on the gas stove.

    With his favorite Kitten

    He dubbed the Buddha Cat
    Because the cat spends his days

    Engaged in deep meditation.

    Which had a calming
    Impact on Sam

    Who was going
    Through cell phone withdrawal
    Due to the long power outage.

     

    Summertime Blues

    The weather is hot and humid
    In Korea like a sauna
    In the West Coast, burning up
    In endless fires
    Death Valley temperatures

     

    Save the Whales from Evil Wind Farms

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    In the latest deranged attempt
    To prevent widespread use
    Of renewal energy technology,

    A new battle cry has emerged.
    Cynical corporate opponents
    of offshore wind farms

    Are up in arms

    over the wind farms
    Apparently killing whales.

     

    They scream,

     

    “Save the whales
    Save our beaches
    From the evil wind farms”,

     

    They descend upon
    A coastal village

    in New Jersey

    The atmosphere

    of a tiny village is gone

    A large building emerge

     

    Environmentally friendly fences
    Surround the site.

     

    That hosts the anti-wind farm
    Movement headquarters

    Secretly funded by

    The Evil fossile fuel dinosaurs.

     

    The town and nation
    Dividing into those
    Who love it
    Or hate it.

     

    As evil corporate CEOs
    Count their obscene profits

    As they shed crocodile tears,
    Over the fate of the poor whales.

     

    No Rain

     

    {n 2025, the world ended
    With the collapse
    Of the worldwide climate system.

    Monster storms of the century
    devastated half the world

    But the other half of the world
    Had no rain or snow.

    For almost a whole year
    The once green grass was dying

    Crops failed everywhere.

    And baked in the unrelenting
    Blast wave furnace-like heat
    Heatwave after heatwave.

    Military coups took place
    Fascism re-emerged
    The public demanded action.

    The politicians played
    The blame game.

     

    With the collapse of trade
    And travel restrictions
    People stayed home.

    Making do the best they could

    Home-grown gardens
    Proliferated.

    Feudal townships grew
    As people walled themselves off
    To save their communities

     

    The rich build underground cities
    While the poor starved

    And civilization crumbled

    Wildlife proliferated.

    As did neo-savage
    cannibal gangs

    By the year 2030.

    It was all over
    And the rains
    Never came out west.

     

    Ice Age 2.0 Cometh

     

    In the year 2025
    Climate change
    Ran amuck.

    Starting with monster storms
    Out west
    That lasted from November until June

    ,

    With a brief intense fire season
    So much soot and smoke

    In the air.
    Dubbed the year
    without a summer

     

    Crops failed everywhere
    massive riots erupted
    total chaos

     

    Then another
    monster storm season
    From November to June.

    Non=stop rain and snow
    Breaking all records.

     

    As the entire West coast
    Went from mega drought
    To mega flooding.

     

    And mega floods
    Thousand-year Tornados
    Hurricanes from hell
    Ravaged the rest of the land.

     

    Hell on Earth

    Sam Adams
    Woke up one day
    Looking out at his flooded home.

    Filled with black, foul-smelling, murky,
    Miasma, muddy sewage water
    Thanking God

    That he had survived
    The monster storm
    Of the century.

    That has swept across the land.
    The wind from the terrible tornados
    Tearing through the devastated land.

    Fleeing the fury of the fire out west.
    Unleashing the fury of nature,

    Truly Hell on earth had arrived.
    Climate change arriving on steroids.

    Thinking about the end-of-the-world.

     

    Do you believe in Climate change ?

    Do you believe in climate change?
    It is as real as everything else

    Is the weather getting hotter?
    Soon it will be hell on earth.

    Is the world burning up?
    Yes the world is burning, has a a fever

     

    Weather Events In My Life Pregunta Poem

     

    What is the worst weather you ever experienced?
    Korean winter 1979 – -60 Fahrenheit that winter

    What is the hottest weather you ever experienced?
    Bangkok Thailand in the summer often hit over 100 degrees

    Ever lived through a hurricane?

    Only few blew through DC when I was there

    And wildfires?
    Saw a few in Oregon – end of the world feeling

    Who is to blame for climate change?
    We all are to blame especially the fossil fuel moguls.

    Can humanity long survive climate change?
    Nope I feel the end times are coming.

     

    The Pregunta

     

    There is not much to be found on the Internet about this form. It is used in English, but has a Spanish name, as Pregunta means question.

    Ferrán Sanchez Talavera’s pregenital___999 is a famous example of a poetic debate in this form. I also saw this form on Jan Haag’s page; questions followed by a witty but often wise answer.

    Simply stated:

    The Pregunta is written in couplets, containing a question and an answer. You can make it as long as you like, as a debate never stops after one question and answer.

     

    Korean Heat Dome Blues

     

    It is hot summertime in Korea.
    Hiding out, avoiding the damn heat.
    The weather is just so hot, mama mia!
    Dreaming of eating ice cream, such a treat.
    At night, nothing beats having a cold drink.
    Trying to avoid the tropical night.
    The heat dome settles like a hot heat sink
    Making people so crazy, want to fight.

    Note: Korea gets hot in July/August, it is like living in a sauna. Many people suffer without air conditioning as the electric bills are pretty high. This year is particularly bad as a heat dome has settled down. The monsoons came and went, lots of damage down south but not where I live. August is traditionally the worst, the heat usually begins to abate end of August. Still not as bad as the US – no massive wildfires so far.

     

    Dome Cities to Save the Human Race

     

    39 lines

     

    In the year 2030

    After five years

    Of ever worsening weather

     

    Record heat waves after heat waves

    Massive fires everywhere

    Record hurricanes and typhoons

     

    Mega flooding and mega droughts too

    Tornados including fire tornado

     

    Large parts of the world

    Were experiencing death valley temperatures

    The UN convened a global conference

     

    With the vast majority of countries

    Agreeing to set up emergency shelter

    By creating domed cities

    Covering the core downtown areas

     

    Exurban areas would be abandoned

    Most of Florida would be abandoned

    Most of the Desert Southwest as well.

     

    The shelters would be built

    Using nano construction technology

    Developed in a Lab with AI assistance

    Creating the shelter domes with AI assistance

     

    The tone of the meetings was positive

    There was a new sense of harmony

     

    There was a feeling that building these shelters

    Along with transitioning to a green energy environment

    Was the last chance to save the human race

     

    The social conservatives in the U.S.

    And elsewhere realized

    That they had no choice

    But to join in the new consensus

     

    Even the big energy companies vowed

    To join in the efforts to save humanity

    For a profit of course

     

     

     

     

    Meta and Co-Pilot additional background reading

     

    Meta AI’s explanation as to why so many Republicans are climate deniers

     

    Comment:  This is a good overview of why so many Republicans are against doing anything to deal with climate change. the biggest reason is the first reason – they are beholden to their donor class, and much of their support comes from big Oil, the gun lobby, and Big Pharma which explains so much of their opposition to doing anything meaningful re climate change, gun control, and reforming medical care towards setting up guaranteed universal coverage which is something every other major industrialized country has managed to do.

     

    what is still a mystery to me is why republicans who are supposed to be the party of big business fail to see the huge potential in building out a green energy economy and are willing to let China and others take over the world market in green energy revolution.  Especially since we invented much of the underlying technologies decades ago.  Surely re-building a green energy economy would make us energy independent, allow us to dominate the world’s economy, and save the planet from destruction all why making huge profits – the energy companies could be part of the solution instead of the obstacles that they are now.  And why do we want to preserve dirty, dangerous jobs for coal miners and oil rig operators when so many of the jobs there are being lost to automation and the shift to renewable energy is moving ahead everywhere, even in the States. The US should be taking the lead.

     

    If we had followed their policies back in the 1920s the US would have been left behind when the automobile replaced the horse and buggy business leaving the field to the Germans, the Italians later the Japanese to control the automobile sector.

     

    The same argument could be made regarding developing high speed trains including maglev and hyperloop technology, why are we letting the Chinese, Japanese, Koreans, French and Germans take over that market space?  Everyone knows that train travel saves the environment as it saves on gasoline costs and saves lives as it is far safer than driving.  Not to mention, people can be much more productive taking a train and working remotely rather than stuck in traffic.

     

    End Comments

     

     

    The Republican Party’s opposition to addressing climate change, renewable energy, and their denial of climate change is a complex issue with multiple factors at play.

     

    Here are some reasons:

     

    Historical ties to fossil fuel industry: The Republican Party has traditionally received significant funding and support from the fossil fuel industry, which has a vested interest in maintaining the status quo.

     

    Ideological opposition to government regulation: Republicans often prioritize limited government intervention and free market principles, which leads them to resist policies that would regulate carbon emissions or promote renewable energy.

     

    Economic concerns: Some Republicans worry that transitioning to renewable energy would lead to job losses in industries related to fossil fuels.

     

    Skepticism of climate science: A subset of Republicans has questioned the scientific consensus on climate change, often citing concerns about the reliability of climate models or the role of natural climate variability. Not to mention that many republicans are science skeptic these days.

     

    Political polarization: Climate change has become a highly politicized issue, with Republicans often viewing it as a Democratic priority and therefore opposing it.

    Recent events: Despite the record-breaking heat and fires, some Republicans may downplay the significance of these events or attribute them to natural variability rather than climate change.

     

    It’s important to note that not all Republicans deny climate change or oppose renewable energy, and there are growing voices within the party advocating for climate action.

     

    De Santis’s Don’t Say Climate Change

     

    Certainly! Let’s dive into Governor Ron DeSantis’s recent actions related to climate change in Florida.

     

    Budget Plan for Climate Change Impacts:

    In January 2021, Governor DeSantis proposed a budget plan to address climate change impacts in Florida. His plan included allocating $25 million for the creation of the Resilient Florida grant program. This program aims to tackle challenges posed by flooding, intensified storm events, and sea-level rise across the state1.

     

    The Resilient Florida program is designed to issue bonds, providing a total of $1 billion over four years to state and local agencies. The initial $25 million in the 2021-2022 budget would help finance these bonds, with the amount increasing annually until it reaches $100 million in the 2024-2025 fiscal year.

     

    DeSantis’s focus on resilience and adaptation reflects the urgent need to address climate-related threats in Florida, a state particularly vulnerable to rising seas and extreme weather events.

     

    “Don’t Say Climate Change” Legislation:

     

    In May 2024, Governor DeSantis signed a bill that removes references to “climate change” from many state laws. This legislation effectively deprioritizes climate change in policy decisions and energy planning.

     

    Under this new law, Florida’s energy policy no longer emphasizes addressing planet-warming pollution. Instead, the priorities shift toward reducing reliance on foreign energy sources and strengthening energy infrastructure against both natural and man-made threats.

     

    Notably, the law also bans offshore wind development within a mile of Florida’s coastlines, signaling a departure from intentional efforts to transition toward cleaner energy sources like wind and solar2.

     

    Implications:

     

    By erasing the term “climate change” from state laws, Florida risks neglecting critical environmental challenges. The state has experienced record heat and costly hurricanes in recent years, making climate adaptation crucial.

     

    The nullification of renewable energy goals—previously aimed at achieving 100% clean energy by 2050—could hinder progress toward mitigating climate impacts.

     

    Governor DeSantis has framed his climate policy around the Resilient Florida Program, which focuses on preparing communities for rising seas and extreme weather events. However, critics argue that the recent legislation undermines broader efforts to combat climate change2.

     

    In summary, while Governor DeSantis has allocated funds for resilience programs, his recent legislation removing the term “climate change” from state laws has raised concerns about Florida’s commitment to addressing this pressing global issue3. If you have any more questions or need further information, feel free to ask! 😊🌎🌿

     

    Learn more:

     

    Florida Governor Ron DeSantis Budget Plan Addresses Climate Change Impacts1

    DeSantis Budget Includes Plan To Address Climate Impacts4

     

    Florida Gov. DeSantis signs bill that deletes climate change from state law2

     

    Image: A resilient Florida coastline facing climate change impacts. 🏖️🌊 !Resilient Florida 1

     

    Other anti-Climate Change Legislation

     

    Certainly! Removing climate change references from legislation and public discourse can have several environmental consequences. Let’s explore those:

     

    Undermining Awareness and Urgency:

     

    When climate change is downplayed or omitted from official documents, it reduces public awareness and urgency. People may not fully grasp the severity of environmental challenges, leading to complacency.

     

    Without clear references, individuals, businesses, and policymakers might underestimate the need for immediate action to mitigate climate impacts.

     

    Policy Implications:

     

    Legislation that avoids mentioning climate change may fail to address critical issues. For instance:

     

    Carbon Emissions Reduction: Policies  imbed at reducing greenhouse gas emissions, (such as transitioning to renewable energy sources) may lose priority.

     

    Conservation Efforts: References to climate change often tie into conservation efforts. Protecting ecosystems, forests, and wetlands helps sequester carbon. Removing these references could weaken conservation initiatives1.

     

    Impact on Adaptation Strategies:

     

    Climate change adaptation involves preparing for its effects (e.g., sea-level rise, extreme weather events). Without acknowledging climate change, planning for adaptation becomes less effective.

     

    Coastal communities, for instance, need to consider rising sea levels and storm surges. Ignoring these factors could lead to inadequate infrastructure and increased vulnerability.

     

    Loss of Funding and Research Focus:

     

    Funding for climate-related research, monitoring, and mitigation often hinges on acknowledging climate change. If references are removed, research budgets may shrink.

     

    Scientists rely on clear language to secure grants and conduct studies. Reduced funding could hinder our understanding of climate impacts.

     

    Forestry and Carbon Sinks:

     

    Clearcutting forests—

    removing large areas of trees—releases substantial carbon into the atmosphere. Forests function as carbon sinks, absorbing CO₂.

    Without climate change references, policies may not prioritize forest conservation. This could exacerbate global warming by reducing the Earth’s capacity to absorb carbon1.

     

    Displacement and Vulnerability:

     

    Extreme environmental events (floods, droughts, storms) are linked to climate change. Displacing millions of people annually.

     

    Ignoring climate change in policy decisions perpetuates vulnerability. Communities won’t adequately prepare for these events2.

     

    Economic Impact:

     

    Climate change affects economic sectors (e.g., agriculture, tourism, energy). Omitting references may hinder planning and adaptation.

     

    For example, coastal tourism relies on stable shorelines. Without climate-aware policies, erosion and sea-level rise could harm tourism revenue3.

    In summary, removing climate change references has far-reaching consequences. It affects policy, funding, adaptation, and our ability to address urgent environmental challenges. Let’s keep the conversation going! What else would you like to explore? 🌍🌿

     

    Learn more:

     

    IPCC Fifth Assessment Report4

    NRDC: Stop Clearcutting Our Carbon Sinks1

    Review of Global Climate Change Impacts and Adaptation5

    National Geographic: Influence of Climate Change on Extreme Environmental Events2

    Strategies for Mitigation of Climate Change3

    Image: A lush forest, a vital carbon sink. 🌲🌎 !Forest 1

     

    Certainly! While there have been significant efforts to address climate change in the United States, there have also been instances of legislation or lobbying that hindered progress. Let’s explore a few notable examples:

     

    The Inflation Reduction Act (IRA) of 2022:

    What it Gets Right: The IRA promises the largest investment in climate action in U.S. history—approximately $370 billion over the next decade. It focuses on scaling up renewable energy production, promoting electric vehicles, and supporting climate-smart agricultural practices.

     

    What it Misses:

     

    Unfortunately, the IRA primarily emphasizes emission-cutting solutions and neglects resilience. While it aims to make buildings more energy-efficient, it misses an opportunity to ensure those buildings can withstand climate-fueled extremes. The lack of climate-resilient building codes remains a concern1.

     

    Climate Emergency Act of 2021 (S.938):

     

    This bill directed the President to declare a national emergency relating to climate change. It called for federal investments in projects to mitigate the emergency and reduce greenhouse gas emissions. At least 40% of these investments were earmarked for historically disadvantaged communities2.

     

    Landmark Climate Legislation:

     

    Recently, the U.S. House passed a significant climate bill that can help reduce the nation’s carbon emissions by roughly 40% by 2030. This bill allocates about $370 billion to clean energy and climate investments over the next decade. It represents a substantial commitment to addressing the climate crisis head-on3.

     

    Anti-Climate Lobbying:

     

    A study from 2019 highlighted the social cost of political lobbying that blocked proposed climate regulations a decade ago. Such anti-climate lobbying efforts were estimated to have cost society $60 billion. This underscores the impact of lobbying on climate policy and the need for transparent and science-based decision-making4.

     

    In summary, while there have been positive steps toward climate action, it’s essential to remain vigilant and address any legislative or lobbying efforts that hinder progress.

     

    Council on Foreign Relations: What the Historic U.S. Climate Bill Gets Right and Gets Wrong1

     

    Library of Congress: S.938 – Climate Emergency Act of 20212

     

    The Nature Conservancy: U.S. House Passes Landmark Climate Legislation3

    Carbon Brief: Lobbying against key US climate regulation ‘cost society $60bn’, study finds4

     

    Image: A wind farm generating renewable energy. 🌬️⚡ !Wind Farm 1

    Feel free to explore more topics or ask any follow-up questions! 😊

     

    Recent Wildfires

     

    Certainly! As of the most recent data available, wildfires are actively burning in both the United States and Canada. Let’s break it down:

    United States:

     

    Scores of wildfires have been scorching swaths of land across several states, including California, Oregon, Idaho, and others. These fires have led to evacuations, road closures, and damage to structures1.

     

    The total number of active wildfires in the U.S. fluctuates daily due to new ignitions and containment efforts. For real-time updates, you can refer to the Fire, Weather & Avalanche Wildfire Map, which provides an interactive view of current wildfires and their perimeters2.

     

    It’s important to note that the U.S. experiences annual variations in wildfire activity. While the current acreage burned is significant, it’s essential to compare it to historical trends.

     

    Canada:

     

    Canada has faced an unprecedented fire season in 2023. Large and dangerous fires have broken out across provinces such as British Columbia, the Northwest Territories, Ontario, Quebec, and Nova Scotia. These fires have displaced thousands, destroyed property, and blanketed large areas of North America with smoke.

     

    As of August 29, 2024, there are 1,069 active fires in Canada, with more than half of them considered out of control. Notably, the area burned by these fires in 2023 has shattered records.

     

    In previous decades, active fire seasons saw more individual fires, but 2023 stands out for the total area burned. The previous record was set in 1995, with 7.1 million hectares burned. However, in 2023, a staggering 15.2 million hectares have already been consumed by wildfires3.

     

    Cartographer Chris Brockley’s map illustrates this: It shows forest fire activity across Canada since 1921, with 2023 depicted in white. The scale of burning this year surpasses anything seen in the past century3.

     

    Comparison to Previous Years:

     

    In the U.S., the amount of land burned varies annually, but the overall trend has been upward since reliable data collection began in the 1980s. While approximately 1.8 million acres have burned so far this year, it’s still below the 10-year average of 2.8 million acres4.

     

    In Canada, the 2023 wildfire season has broken records for the total area burned. Although the number of fires is smaller compared to some previous years, their size and extent have been unprecedented5.

     

    In summary, both the U.S. and Canada are grappling with significant wildfire activity. While the U.S. experiences fluctuations from year to year, Canada’s 2023 fire season stands out as historically severe. Let’s hope for effective containment efforts and continued awareness of the importance of wildfire prevention and management. If you’d like more details or have further questions, feel free to ask! 🔥🌲

     

     

     

    Sent by Copilot:

    The recent hurricane and tornado seasons in the U.S. have been quite active.

    Hurricane Season:

    The National Hurricane Center has been tracking a system in the central Atlantic that shows signs it could develop momentum1.

    Hurricane Beryl, which occurred in early July 2024, produced more tornadoes in the U.S. than any other tropical system has in almost 19 years2.

    The 2024 Atlantic hurricane season began with an “explosive start” when Beryl made landfall on Carriacouan Island on July 1 as a Category 4 hurricane before it weakened to a Category 1 and slammed the Texas coast the following week1.

    Tornado Season:

    As of July 16, 2024, there had been 1,412 tornado reports in the United States, well ahead of the 2010-2024 historical average of 9973.

    The distribution of tornadoes has also shifted eastward3.

    The biggest year on record for tornadoes was 2011. By July 10 that year, the U.S. had racked up 1,934 tornado reports and would ultimately reach 2,250 for the year3.

    Climate Change Impact: The effects of climate change on hurricanes and tornadoes are complex. Research shows rising temperatures are causing hurricanes to become more intense4However, the link between tornadoes and climate change is currently not fully understood5Challenges remain that prevent clearer attribution, including limited data collection methods, high year-to-year variability, and difficulty modeling key physical elements that help tornadoes form5Despite these challenges, studies have found a few trends in the United States by using portions of the record that are more reliable, like data for very strong tornadoes5Multiple studies find that the conditions that produce the most severe thunderstorms from which tornadoes may form are more likely as the world warms5.

    In conclusion, while the recent hurricane and tornado seasons have been active, attributing these changes directly to climate change is complex due to the multifaceted nature of these weather phenomena and the challenges in data collection and modeling. However, the consensus is that climate change is likely making extreme weather events more common65. Further research is needed to fully understand these relationships.

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    Twitter Twirls: Trump’s Twitter feed was like a climate-themed rollercoaster. Over 120 tweets questioned or poked fun at climate change. He insisted that scientists rebranded global warming as climate change because “the name global warming wasn’t working.” (Note to self: Scientists are not marketing consultants.)

    Cold Snap Samba: Trump’s favorite move? Linking cold weather to climate change. But here’s the twist: The World Meteorological Organization says the 20 warmest years on record happened in the past 22 years. So, maybe he missed that memo while tweeting from Mar-a-Lago.

    Ambiguous Tango: Fast-forward to his presidency. Trump’s stance became as slippery as a salsa dancer on an ice rink. He’d acknowledge climate change but frame it in terms of clean air and water (which, by the way, aren’t directly related). And he’d throw in business costs for good measure. Because nothing says “climate action” like a spreadsheet, right?

     

    Quotes & Quips: Let’s sprinkle some Trump quotes for flavor:

     

    “I think there is some connectivity [between human activity and climate change]. There is some, something. It depends on how much. It also depends on how much it’s going to cost our companies.” (New York Times interview, November 2016)

     

    “I don’t think there’s a hoax. I do think there’s probably a difference. But I don’t know that it’s man-made… I don’t wanna give trillions and trillions of dollars.”

    (CBS interview, October 2018)

     

    And then he’d wink and say, “Climate change is very important to me.” (Cue the dramatic music.)

     

    In Conclusion (or Should We Say, Grand Finale?):

     

    Trump’s climate dance card is a mix of moonwalks, twirls, and the occasional mooning of scientific consensus.

     

    Whether he’s a climate skeptic, a climate pragmatist, or just a climate-confused soul, one thing’s for sure: His moves keep us guessing.

     

    And there you have it—the Trumpian climate conundrum, wrapped in a sequined bow. If you want more twists and turns, just ask—i’ve got enough material to choreograph a whole Broadway show! 🌎🎭✨

     

    Learn more:

    BBC: What does Trump actually believe on climate change?1

    Image: Trump doing the climate change cha-cha. 🌍🕺 !Trump Cha-Cha 1

    Feel free to ask for more dance moves—or any other topic you’d like to explore! 😄

    Learn more

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    A second Trump term would actively make climate change worse

    Opinion

     

    The videos first started appearing a dozen years ago. Pickup truck drivers, mostly young men, would modify their diesel engines and then record themselves deliberately spreading air pollution.

     

    It was called “rolling coal,” and the idea was to spew dark clouds of exhaust at bicyclistsPrius and Tesla drivers and other cars as a protest of environmentalism.

     

    The trend appears to have peaked in 2014, thanks to new state laws and crackdowns on people selling vehicle modification kits and, presumably, finding better things to do with their time. But the impulse behind it lives on, even as the risks of climate change become ever more serious.

     

    The most recent example? Project 2025, a set of conservative proposals from the Heritage Foundation that outlines step-by-step plans to remake the federal government in a second Donald Trump administration, including dismantling nearly everything the federal government is doing to fight climate change, making it dramatically harder to conduct basic scientific research on it and actively promoting more oil and gas use.

     

    Trump has tried to distance himself from the proposals, despite the fact that some of his top former advisers spearheaded it. But it’s in line with his thinking. As The Washington Post reported, he told a gathering of top oil executives this year that he would reverse dozens of environmental regulations and stop new ones if they raised $1 billion to help him return to the White House.

     

    ‘Terrible policy and politics’: Rattner breaks down Project 2025

     

    View on Watch

     

    His campaign, meantime, targeted environmental regulations such as electric vehicle mandates in its Agenda 47, a scattershot series of videos outlining its plans for a second term. And at rallies, Trump frequently criticizes electric cars, claiming in one bizarre aside that buying one made his friend gain weight because he would eat at restaurants while it charged. Trump has also gone off on weird tangents about the risks of electric batteries on boats.

     

    In his first “rolling coal” term, Trump rolled back or loosened nearly 100 rules and regulations on pollution, many of which set the U.S. further behind in the effort to stop the worst effects of climate change, according to a tally by The New York Times. But that record would be dwarfed by the damage that the Project 2025 proposals could do if he followed through on them, even as Monday was the hottest day ever measured by humans, according to a European Union science agency.

     

    The 922-page document drips with disdain for what it calls “climate alarmism” that it argues is being used as propaganda for “ineffective, liberty-crushing regulations.” But its most damaging proposal looks like it would launch what amounts to a propaganda effort against climate science.

     

    The first step is something called Schedule F, which would reclassify thousands of government workers, making it easier for the president to hire and fire them. Even if Trump were to fire only some of those workers, the shift toward politicization of lower-level government jobs would mean an exodus of experienced scientists.

    Those who remained might become more cautious about their research decisions to avoid trouble.

     

    The second step is to create a job that appears to basically be an anti-climate change czar. Project 2025 proposes creating a position of “science adviser” and six senior political appointees who would be charged with “overseeing and reforming” research at the Environmental Protection Agency, emphasizing that these political overseers should be hired for their “management, oversight and execution skills,” rather than scientific expertise.

     

    Imagine something like the final scene of an episode of “The Apprentice,” only with Trump hauling climate scientists into the boardroom to dramatically fire them. That may be exciting for the oil and gas industry and some of Trump’s supporters but not for the two-thirds of Americans in a recent Pew Research Center survey who said they support the country’s taking steps to become carbon neutral by 2050.

     

    (If you want to understand the depth of disdain here, the section on the EPA was written by Mandy Gunasekara. The Drilled newsletter points out she’s in the famous 2015 photo of her then-boss, the late Sen. James Inhofe, R-Okla., holding up a snowball in the Senate as an attempt to disprove climate change.)

     

    The report goes further, proposing dramatically downsizing the National Weather Service and leaving weather forecasting to private companies. That could hamper its ability to issue public warnings about floods, hurricanes and other dangers, just as we are seeing more intense and frequent extreme-weather events due to the human-caused increase in greenhouse gases.

     

    That’s not all. Other sections of Project 2025 propose ending subsidies for wind and solar power; cutting research into wind, solar and battery technology needed to help transition away from fossil fuels; ending federal mandates and subsidies for electric vehicles; and expanding drilling for oil and natural gas on federal lands. As Trump said in his convention speech, “we will drill, baby, drill.”

     

    The efforts would not be limited to the U.S., either. A section on foreign aid proposes rolling back efforts to help developing countries transition away from fossil fuels, arguing that they are “unachievable.” But then it goes further, arguing that the U.S. should spend taxpayer dollars persuading these countries to burn more oil and gas.

     

    The U.S. Agency for International Development, the proposal says, “should cease its war on fossil fuels in the developing world and support the responsible management of oil and gas reserves as the quickest way to end wrenching poverty.”

    Taken together, these proposals would not just make it harder to fight climate change but actively make it worse. A second Trump administration would be rolling coal on the entire planet.

     

    This article was originally published on MSNBC.com

     

    2 days ago2d·on MSN

    How Kamala Harris and Donald Trump Compare on Climate Change

     

    How Kamala Harris and Donald Trump Compare on Climate Change© OLIVIER DOULIERY/Getty Images

     

    This article by Yale Climate Connections is published here as part of Covering Climate Now, a global journalism collaboration strengthening coverage of the climate story.

     

    President Joe Biden’s exit from the 2024 presidential race, Vice President Kamala Harris appears likely to secure the Democratic Party’s nomination for president.

    As vice president, Harris cast the tiebreaking vote in the passage of the Biden administration’s signature achievement on climate change, the Inflation Reduction Act.

     

    As Yale Climate Connections contributor Barbara Grady previously reported, “The most far-reaching climate law in history, the Inflation Reduction Act is catalyzing a transition in the U.S. economy toward cleaner energy and cleaner transportation – a shift the International Energy Agency, the U.N. Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change, and others say must happen for the world to reduce emissions of heat-trapping gases to the levels scientists say would avert the most catastrophic and irreversible climate chaos.”

     

    Harris has made clear throughout her career that she views climate change as a significant threat. Speaking at the 2023 United Nations climate summit in Dubai, she told leaders, “Across our world, communities are choked by drought, washed out by floods, and decimated by hurricanes. Wildfire smoke darkens our skies, and rising seas threaten the lives and livelihoods of millions of people. The urgency of this moment is clear. The clock is no longer just ticking, it is banging. And we must make up for lost time.”

    Related video: Trump: ‘Sick’ Kamala Harris is no Margaret Thatcher (The Telegraph)

    If elected president, Harris is “widely expected to try to protect the climate achievements of the Biden administration,” according to the New York Times.

    In contrast, Trump has falsely called climate change a hoax. During his term as president, as Grady reported, “he overturned an estimated 100 environmental regulations and pulled the U.S. out of the Paris Agreement. He shrank the EPA and required that the words ‘climate change’ be removed from its website. On the campaign trail this time, he has repeatedly said one of his top priorities is to boost oil and gas production and free up more public land to ‘Drill, baby, drill.’”

     

    If Trump wins a second term as president, he and his allies say they aim to repeal the Inflation Reduction Act and downsize the EPA.

    On July 22, Harris received endorsements from several large environmental organizations, including the League of Conservation Voters Action Fund, the NRDC Action Fund, the Sierra Club Political Committee, and Clean Energy for American Action.

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    “The last three and a half years of the Biden-Harris administration could not contrast more starkly with Trump and other extreme MAGA Republicans, and the stakes for this election could not be higher,” the organizations wrote in a joint statement. “A second term would be far worse for our climate and our democracy.”

     

    What is Project 2025? Trump, climate, and a second term

     

    Project 2025, a 992-page conservative plan for a second Trump term, calls for elimination of the Office of Energy Efficiency and Renewable Energy, gutting of the National Weather Service, repeal of Biden’s clean energy subsidies, and axing the National Flood Insurance Program.

     

    It also calls for drilling in the Arctic and cuts to climate change work by government agencies. That includes the U.S. Agency for International Development, which, the authors write, “should cease its war on fossil fuels in the developing world and support the responsible management of oil and gas reserves as the quickest way to end wrenching poverty and the need for open-ended foreign aid.”

     

    For more on Trump’s climate record, read this article.

    Kamala Harris and climate change

    Here’s an overview of Harris’s views and actions related to climate change, sourced from news and White House reports.

     

    She connects extreme weather to climate change.

     

    “Every day, around the world, the impact of the climate crisis is stark and it is vivid. We are seeing it in real time,” she said in a 2023 speech. “Across our nation, we see communities choked by drought, washed out by flood, and decimated by hurricanes.” White House

     

    She has supported the Green New Deal, a carbon fee, and increased government spending on climate change.

     

    As a 2020 presidential candidate, her climate plan “called for a $10 trillion increase in spending over a decade.” New York Times (gift link)

    “Harris also called for a ‘climate pollution fee” that would ‘make polluters pay for emitting greenhouse gases into our atmosphere,’ and she indicated that a Harris administration would strengthen its enforcement and prosecution of fossil fuel companies.” ABC News

     

    As a U.S. senator from California, Harris co-sponsored the Green New Deal, which called for an FDR-style overhaul of the economy that would accelerate the transition from fossil fuels to clean technology. The Green New Deal has not been enacted.

     

    She has woven climate change into foreign relations.

     

    Harris attended the 2023 United Nations climate summit in Dubai, where “she announced a U.S. commitment to double energy efficiency and triple renewable energy capacity by 2030. At that same conference, Harris announced a $3 billion commitment to the Green Climate Fund to help developing nations adapt to climate challenges, although Politico reported that the sum was ‘subject to the availability of funds,’ according to the Treasury Department.” Grist

     

    She held “a round table in Bangkok to connect environmental activists with clean energy experts” and started “a partnership with Caribbean countries to address climate change.” New York Times (gift link)

     

    She connects climate change to justice.

    As vice president, “Harris argued for the allocation of $20 billion for the EPA’s Greenhouse Gas Reduction Fund, aimed at aiding disadvantaged communities facing climate impacts.” Grist

     

    She’s a fan of heat pumps. Heat pumps use electricity to heat and cool homes and are seen as a keyway to reducing climate pollution.

     

    “I have mad respect for those who are putting them together and installing them,” she said in a 2022 speech. White House

     

    She regularly makes the connection between lower energy costs and renewable energy. Key quotes:

     

    “On average, families that switch to an electric heat pump can save up to $500 a year on their energy bill. And since heat pumps do not burn oil or gas, they also mean cleaner air inside your home.” White House

     

    “In addition to lowering costs and creating jobs, this investment will also help us fight the climate crisis.” White House

     

    “By helping families pay the upfront cost for energy efficiency upgrades to their homes, we are also lowering energy bills, bringing down household costs, creating jobs, and fighting the climate crisis. It’s all connected.” White House

    She notes that investments in renewable energy can lead to job creation. Key quotes:

    “Across the country, we have created more than 175,000 new clean energy jobs. Just so far. More to go.” White House

    Her Women in the Sustainable Economy initiative aims to provide job training for women in climate-smart industries. White House

    She says she supports and is inspired by young climate activists.

    “These young leaders are guiding our nation in our climate fight. And as they have told me their work is driven by their hope and their determination. Hope, because they know we still have time to make a difference. And their determination is the determination to correct the course,” she said in 2023. White House

    She’s been an opponent of fracking.

    As a 2020 presidential candidate, “She also favored a ban on hydraulic fracturing, known as fracking, which Mr. Biden said he opposed. Fracking is a technique that injects water and chemicals underground at high pressure to extract oil or gas that is otherwise difficult to access.” New York Times (gift link)

    As California’s attorney general, she “challenged federal approvals of offshore fracking along the California coast.” New York Times (gift link)

    She’s challenged polluting companies.

    As California’s attorney general, “she investigated whether Exxon Mobil lied to the public and its shareholders about the risks to its business from climate change and whether such actions could amount to securities fraud and violations of environmental laws, but the case did not result in a prosecution.” New York Times (gift link)

     

    “Harris secured an $86 million settlement from Volkswagen for rigging its vehicles with emissions-cheating software and investigated ExxonMobil over its climate change disclosures. She also filed a lawsuit against Phillips 66 and ConocoPhillips for environmental violations at gas stations, which eventually resulted in a $11.5 million settlement. And she conducted a criminal investigation of an oil company over a 2015 spill in Santa Barbara. The company was found guilty and convicted on nine criminal charges.” Grist

     

    As San Francisco’s district attorney, “Harris created an environmental justice unit to address environmental crimes affecting San Francisco’s poorest residents and prosecuted several companies including U-Haul for violation of hazardous waste laws. Harris later touted her environmental justice unit as the first such unit in the country. An investigation found the unit only filed a handful of lawsuits, though, and none of them were against the city’s major industrial polluters.” Grist

    two climate Change Poems (Post Together)

    Either We Deal with Climate Change or We All Die

    Climate change is real.
    And getting out of control.
    Either humanity deals with it.
    Changing to green energy solutions.
    It is technologically possible.
    We all know what we must do.
    It could be a civilization ending event.
    Or in ten years we will have to retreat underground.

    WRITE AN EITHER / OR POEM.

    Torrential Rain Fall Everywhere

    In the last few years
    Due to climate change on steroids.
    There has been an increase
    In torrential downpours all over the world.
    After the Governor Florida
    cut climate change funds,
    More rain fell in one day than in a year.
    Flooding the entire city of Miami.

    TOPIC

    WRITE A TORRENTIAL POEM.

     

     

    Climate Change

     

    The climate is changing now.

    It is a matter of how.

    Some are still in denial.

    Saying  it’s a witch-trial

     

    Form: TANAGA

    It is a poem of four lines (quatrain)
    It is usually a rhyming poem
    Each line contains seven syllables (7-7-7-7)
    AABB is the traditional rhyme scheme
    But variations in rhyme scheme are allowed
    Just have fun!

     

     

    Visions of the Future

     

    As I fell asleep

    Watching the news

    Unfold

     

    Thought it could not worst

    Surely sanity will prevail

    I began to see visions

    Of the future

     

    One scene after another

     

    Starting in January

    Operation Shock and Awe

    Overnight fascism descended

    On the US

     

    Martial law declare

    The military takes

    over the Blue States

    Mass deportation begins

     

    25 percent tariffs imposed

    The world responds by banning US imports

    And banning US citizens from traveling there

    US troops come home

     

    A draft is imposed

    Troops stationed on the border

    Which is sealed up

     

    Detention camps fill up

    With illegal citizens

    Protestors and dissidents

     

    The New Government Efficiency report

    Calls for eliminating 40 percent

    of the Federal workforce

    whole departments are abolished

     

    as protests spread

    unemployment reaches

    unemployment levels

     

    Public health collapses

    Government services collapse

    Libraries closed down

     

    Schools replaced

    By private church schools

     

    the media is tamed

    corporations take over

    remaining media workers

    and government workers

     

    stay silent

    not wanting to join

    the ranks of the growing unemployed

    as AI bots take over

    job after job

     

    the internet cleansed

    of dissenting views

    and monitored

     

    millions are driven

    to homelessness

    unemployment

    reaches 50 percent

     

    homeless camps

    called Trumpvilles spread

     

    the military breaks them up

    thousands are killed

     

     

    the rest of the  homeless

    are rounded up

    put into camps

     

    forced to work

    in agricultural jobs

     

    inflation goes through the roof

    the media becomes cheerleaders

    saying things will get better

    if we stay the course

     

    it gets worse

    people who have jobs

    feel fortunate

     

    those who do not

    joined by millions

    as AI takes over

    job after job

     

    the President dies

    JD Vance takes over

    And things continue

    Getting worse

     

    Worldwide it is bad

    Democratic governments

    Collapse everywhere

     

    JD Vance declares

    The United States

    Will become the

    North American empire

     

    Moving the capital

    To Omaha

    Calling for a constitutional convention

    But suspending the constitution for now

     

    The democratic party declared

    The enemy within

    Congress sent home

     

    The SC does not say a word

    After the liberal members

    Are arrested

     

    Most people do not know

    What is going on

    The media and news

    Showing nothing but good news

     

    People retreat into their own world

    VR games have become very popular

    Drugs are everywhere

    But illegal

     

    Overseas Russian troops take over

    Eastern Europe

    Russian Empire relaunched

    China takes back Taiwan

    And Korea

     

    Declaring the Chinese Empire

    Middle East overcome by war

    Israel was destroyed in a nuclear war

     

    Nuclear war breaks out

    Indian and Pakistan

    China and Korea

     

    US and Russia

    Are now allies

     

    Western Europe

    Breaks apart

     

    Ten years later

    World civilization has fallen apart

     

    Climate change ends

    With the collapse of trade

    And travel

     

    Followed by a new ice age

    Triggered by nuclear winter

     

    The end of the world

    Has arrived

     

    Most people live in fort cities

    Ruled by local warlords

    Working in agriculture

    Or working as scavengers

     

    80 percent of humanity

    Perished after massive storms

    Nuclear war

    Disease and the ending

    of civilization

     

    A few college towns

    Try to stay alive

    The knowledge

    of the past

     

    but most people don’t know

    don’t care and have forgotten

    the recent past nightmares.

     

    The imperial governments

    Around the world

    Rule nothing but

    The immediate capitol regions

     

    The rest of the world

    Continuing in feudal townships

     

     

    Rich people have finally figured out

    How to move to Mars and the Moon

    Living in vast underground cities

     

    On in underground cities

    Beneath the earth

     

    My vision ends with these sights

    Ten years after the chaos began.

     

     

    the year 2024

    38 lines

    The year 2024
    Turned out to be a weird year,
    It was the last year of the old order.

    All over the world
    It seemed as if nature
    Was in revolt against the human race.

    It started with a break in the rain
    The rains and snow had ended the drought
    But brought with it something worse.

    As Sam Adams
    Took a long-delayed
    Drive along the coast.

    He stopped off in Bodega Bay
    The site of the infamous
    “the Birds” movie.

    While watching the crashing surf
    Amid the piles of driftwood

    The birds were soon joined by bears,
    Coyotes, cougars, feral cats. Feral cattle,
    feral dogs, Feral horses, feral pigs, giant spiders,
    Orcas, snakes, sea lions, sharks, squirrels,
    Escaped apes, cheetahs, monkeys, elephants,
    Lions, tigers, and wolves
    Domestic and wild animals alike.

    All gathered together
    All united with a hatred
    For the human race.

    The attacks started that day
    As the animals gained telepathic powers
    Coordinating attacks
    Against the unsuspecting humans.

    And within weeks.
    Civilization began falling apart,
    By the end of the year
    The old world had ended.
    Prompt words

    break in the rain
    drive along the coast
    “The Birds” movie
    crashing surf
    piles of driftwood

    Choose TRAVEL as one of your genres.

    © Copyright 2023

     

     

    Solar Energy Mirrored Cinquain

    Solar
    Clean energy
    We can do it right now
    Renewable energy for all
    Why not?

    Wind too
    To save the world, we must do it
    We know how to do it
    Climate change is now
    Killing

    Poetry week begins TODAY in “The Writer’s Cramp” – write the best POEM in 24 hours or less and win 10K GPs!

    ” Winner and new prompt, due Feb 27 – 2023″ 19 hours 39 minutes 55 seconds
    Today’s form is going to be the Mirrored Cinquain.

    Topic: solar energy.

    Information: “Cinquain, Mirrored”

    Entries must not exceed 40 lines for poetry. Your line count MUST appear in your entry post in the Cramp forum.

    The Mirrored Cinquain

    First I have to bring back into memory how the cinquain goes:

    The cinquain is developed by Adelaide Crapsey.
    A cinquain contains five lines (the French word cinq can be found in it), and has a total of 22 syllables. The poems are unrhymed, and in a way related to the haiku

    This is how you form the cinquain

    Line 1: 2 syllables
    Line 2: 4 syllables
    Line 3: 6 syllables
    Line 4: 8 syllables
    Line 5: 2 syllables

    The Mirrored Cinquain has an additional stanza, in which you mirror the order of the lines.
    This is how you form the mirrored cinquain:

    Line 1: 2 syllables
    Line 2: 4 syllables
    Line 3: 6 syllables
    Line 4: 8 syllables
    Line 5: 2 syllables

    Line 1: 2 syllables
    Line 2: 8 syllables
    Line 3: 6 syllables
    Line 4: 4 syllables
    Line 5: 2 syllables

    The spaced opening in the middle forms the mirror, and in the second stanza you can see that the order of the lines are reversed.

    Running out of water

    The end of the year
    Running out of water
    The fire in the sky
    What does it matter ?

    The bomb cylcone storm
    The climate getting hotter
    People becoming madder
    Nature ready for slaughter

    We watch it all unfold
    Our leader the chief Plotter
    As climate change worsens
    Reality to fought her

    To me, a new form to play with, but in fact it is an old Irish poetry form.

    Guidelines:

    It is written in quatrains.
    Each stanza has four lines.
    The first line has five syllables.
    The other three lines have six syllables.

    All end words are two syllables.
    But – written with the defining features of most Celtic poems, cywddydd (harmony of sound) meaning alliteration, consonance and assonance and dunadh (ending the poem with the same word, phrase or line with which the poem began)

     

    Last Bird of the Autumn

    15 lines

    Sam Adams was hiking
    In the mountains
    On a late autumn day
    When he encountered
    The last bird alive.

    A virus had emerged
    From the thawing permafrost
    Quickly spreading around the world
    Killing birds
    Until there were only a few
    Who survived.

    He captured the bird
    Took it home
    And continued to look
    For other birds to save.

    Please use the following as the Title of your poem or story:

    “Last Bird of Autumn”

    The genre is up to you.

     

    End-of-the-World Feelings

     

    17 lines

    Sam Adams
    Woke up one day
    Looking out at his flooded home.
    Filled with black, foul-smelling, murky,
    Miasma, muddy sewage water
    Thanking God
    That he had survived
    The monster storm
    Of the century.
    That has swept across the land.
    The wind from the terrible tornados
    Tearing through the devastated land.
    Fleeing the fury of the fire out west.
    Unleashing the fury of nature,
    Truly Hell on earth had arrived.
    Climate change arriving on steroids.
    Thinking about the end-of-the-world.

    new prompt:

    water
    land
    fire
    wind

    Use the elements mentioned above in your poem or story.

     

    Last BBQ

    The day the world ended
    Was a cool evening
    in the late summer time,
    They heard the news
    About the monarch butterflies
    Disappearing because of climate change
    While enjoying their BBQ
    In the backyard fire pit
    Good friends drinking beer
    And wine eating BBQ
    Chilling out, talking about the world
    And their stories
    Snoring dogs woke up
    When the aliens arrived
    Ending the world
    As they knew it.

     

     

    Last Ground Hog Day

     

    36 lines

    The last ground day
    February 2, 2025
    Started as most such days did,
    In the U.S. people flocking
    To see whether the groundhog
    Would see his shadow or not.

    The mystery remains
    Why this event
    Had so captured
    The imagination of the world?

    By the end of the day
    The ground hog’s prognosis
    Of six weeks more winter
    Seemed ironical.

    As that was the year
    Without summer
    And the first year
    Of the new ice age.

    By the end of the day
    There were massive volcanic eruptions
    Triggered by the Yellowstone volcano.
    Setting off other volcanos –
    All told over 25 volcanos blew up.

    Followed by massive earthquakes
    Including the “Big One” in California
    The massive explosions led to a year
    Without summer

    A true civilization-ending event,
    Ground Hog Day soon faded away.
    Into collective amnesia.

    No one had time anymore
    To deal with such a mundane
    Old fashion mystery.

    As they were dealing with
    The end-of-the-world.

    NEW PROMPT:

    Write a story or poem about a Groundhog Day (2/2) gone wrong.

    Choose Mystery as one of your genres.

     

    End-of-the-world Survival Blues

    I got them
    The end-of-the-world
    End times coming
    Climate change is real
    Blues.

    Every day
    More bad news
    As Frank Zappa once wrote

    “No one can deny
    That trouble coming every day.”

    I got them
    The end-of-the-world
    Blues.

    Turning on the news
    Nonstop stories 24/7

    About killer storms
    Monster tornados
    Super typhoons
    Monsoon floods.

    Wars, rumors of war
    COVID running out of control
    False prophets everywhere

    Economies still reeling
    Inflation out of control
    Derange gunmen
    Shooting up schools
    Churches, mosques, temples
    Shopping malls

    Insurrection plots
    Political madness
    Spreading across the world.
    Neo-fascism is on the move.

    Oh yeah
    I got them
    End times coming
    Blues.

    We all used to think
    Climate change
    Is a future threat.

    Now it seems
    To be real
    Live and in living color.

    No longer just
    A disaster movie

    I got them
    The climate change blues

    And now it seems real
    Seeing whole towns disappearing
    In fires, floods, and storm damages.

    And near me
    Roads closed
    Apartments flooded
    Subway shut down.

    Apartment garage flooded
    People drowned in their cars
    Trying to escape.

    Thousand-year storms
    Coming every day
    To a town near you

    No one can escape
    It seems so real
    Is this the end?
    Is our very survival
    At stake?

    Or will we somehow
    Manage in the end
    To solve our problems?

    Will our descendants
    Be living
    In a post-apocalyptic world,

    Looking back at the ruins
    Of the old world
    In their underground bunkers
    Or on the Moon and Mars?

    Oh, I got them
    The survival blues.

    SURVIVAL

    Line Count Requirement: Minimum of 12
    Required Form: none

     

     

    End Times

     

    22

    Sam Adams
    Reflected that the end times
    Were coming.

    Climate change
    Running out of control
    The whole world is on fire.

    magnetic storm
    causing rampant
    power failures

    Making it hard.
    To breathe
    in the smoky air.

    He just wants to
    Jump in the river
    To cool off.

    But he realized
    There was no end
    In sight.

    As the world ends
    Burning up
    Turning the world
    Into hell on earth.

    New Prompt:

    Use in your poem or story the following, and bold it for tomorrow’s judge:

    magnetic storm

    power failure

    breathe

    jump in the river

     

    Stay Positive

    15 line version

    With all the gloom and doom
    Nonstop 24/7 BREAKING NEWS
    Bad, crazy, deceitful, dismal, evil,
    Fake, fraudulent, wild news
    Flooding our TV screens.

    Like Frank Zappa’s famous
    “Slime oozing out of your TV sets”
    It is very hard to remain positive.
    Hard to see the good news.

    Senator Manchin reached a deal
    To deal with climate change
    Inflation and energy security.

    He took the deal
    He had denounced
    A few weeks before.

     

     

    No more Perfect Summer Days

    I wish that we could have
    A perfect summer day,
    A bit warm but not hot
    Not too humid.

    Everyone filled with peace,
    Love and health.
    Plenty of personal freedom,
    As we enjoy a picnic lunch
    Watching fireworks at night.

    Then I realize
    That the world
    No longer allows us
    To have perfect summer days.

    Hot as hell weather
    Everywhere around the world
    Monster summer storms.

    Running out of water,
    Running out of food,
    COVID is still around.

    Everyone scared.
    Deranged gunmen
    everywhere guns blazing.

    New leaders emerge
    Promising to protect us.
    And we lose our freedoms.
    One by one
    As fascism takes over.

    The climate change
    And all the other dystopian future
    Nightmares become reality,
    No more perfect summer days.

     

     

    Korean Summers

    Korean Summers
    Hot sauna humidity
    Long tropical nights

    Author note:

    I have suffered through many Korean summers off since 1979 when I first came in the last peace corps group to complete service in Korea, and more recently since I semi-retired to Korea in late 2016. This is probably my 16th Korean summer. Some things have improved – air conditioning is everywhere and

    God is not happy
    With the human race.

    He is sending us a warning
    The world is filled with hate
    The world is on the brink.

    Our way of life under attack
    From the forces
    Of evil Satanic godless communism.

    Who under the guise
    Of fighting the climate change hoax
    Want to deny us our freedom.

    Want to deny us our cars
    Make us all take the bus
    Make us all vegan.

    They will not stop
    Until our way of life
    Comes to an end.

    And the climate
    It is not changing
    Just a reflection
    Of God’s warning.

    Repent, the end times
    Are coming soon
    Are you right with the lord?

    Judgment day is at hand
    As California burns
    So does the nation
    Unless we repent
    Of our evil ways.

    God is warning us all
    My friends
    Will we heed his words
    Or end up dying?

     

     

    Last Gasp of the Old World
    30 lines

    The world’s weather
    Continued to change
    Going from bad to worst
    With the impact of climate change.

    Every day another monster storm
    Another polar vortex
    Another northeastern
    Along with killer tornados.

    Then the summer came
    Hot and dry
    Fire season started west
    Monster hurricanes down south.

    Relentless fires burning
    The land
    Everywhere seemed to be
    Hell on earth.

    Noting the odd weather
    Sam Adams the famous writer
    Concluded on his blog

    Welcome to the end times
    My friends
    It is only going to get worst.
    Revelations foretold us
    All of this

    Jesus is coming soon
    To judge the living
    And the dead.

    Be afraid
    Of the coming wraith
    Of the Lord.

     

     

    The Last Umbrella

    18 lines

    Sam Adams was a scientist
    Working on global warming
    And acid rain fall
    He knew what many did not
    That the end was indeed coming

    Soon he feared that walking
    Outside in the rain
    Would be a death sentence

    He knew that this might be
    The end of the umbrella industry

    He called his broker
    Shorted shares
    In universal umbrellas
    And other umbrella companies

    Before releasing his report
    That led to the collapse
    Of the umbrella market.

     

    Climate Change on the Move

    Climate change
    On the move
    Everywhere
    The world’s weather
    In turmoil
    Massive winter storms
    Covering the world
    Rare winter tornados
    Causing havoc everywhere
    There is good news
    The fires out west
    Finally dying down
    As the winter storms
    Bear down on the west

     

    Korean December Weather – Brought to You By Global Warming, Inc

    A relatively mild December day
    More like November than December
    Due to Climate warming?

    Korea used to have a predictable weather pattern
    The winter would start late November, eartly December
    By the end of the year,

    It would be snowing every other day
    Accumulating in the mountains
    But not too much in the cities.

    A clear pattern three days cold
    Four days warm
    Cold but not too cold yet.

    That would happen
    In January through March,
    When cold air would flow down
    From Siberian and Manchuria
    Covering the land,

    With bone-chilling cold
    That would not let up
    Until mid-March
    When the cold
    Would begin to end.

    Except in the mountains
    When it would linger until May,
    And Korea is a land of mountains
    70 percent mountains.

    Most under 5,000 American feet
    A few a bit higher
    Many more hills than mountains
    Whatever that means.

    Climate Warming Inc Press release

    Due to our efforts
    The traditional severely cold Korean has ended
    Winter now will be just January and February
    Summer will start in May,
    End in September.
    October through December
    Will be mild.

    Thanks to our efforts
    You should be glad
    We are giving you
    A longer fall
    And shorter winter.

    The summers unfortunately
    It will be a bit hotter
    Nothing we can do about that
    Hope you can afford
    More Air conditioning.

    Thanks
    The Climate Warming Corp Inc

     

     

     

    The world can end in Fire and Ice

     

    Some scientists are warning us

    Climate change could result

    In both global warming,

     

    And ironically

    that could be followed

    By a renewed ice age.

     

    The theory is that global weather patterns

    The Gulf Stream and Jet streams

    Have been keeping parts of the world

    warmer that before.

     

    and that the melting of the ice caps

    and the growing climate disruptions

    could result in a revival

    of another planetary ice age.

     

    and that based

    on long-term climate trends

    the earth is overdue

    for another ice age .

     

    thus the world could end

    in both fire and ice.

     

    For the 2024 November PAD Chapbook Challenge, poets are tasked with writing a poem a day in the month of November before assembling a chapbook manuscript in the month of December. Day 26 is the fourth (and final) Two-for-Tuesday prompt.

     

    Today is the fourth (and final) Two-for-Tuesday prompt of 2024:

    1. Write a fire poem, and/or…
    2. Write an ice poem.

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    Background on likely enviormental policy under Trump provided by Co-Pilot

     

    could you provide background information on the trump’s climate change agenda? from both left and right wing points of iew with links

    Sure thing! Here’s a balanced overview of Trump’s climate change agenda from both left and right-wing perspectives:

    Left-Wing Perspective:

    Critics from the left argue that Trump’s climate policies are detrimental to environmental progress. They highlight his withdrawal from the Paris Climate Agreement and the rollback of over 100 environmental regulations during his first term. These actions are seen as setbacks in the fight against climate change, with concerns that they prioritize fossil fuel interests over renewable energy and environmental protection2. The left also points out that Trump’s stance on climate change, often labeling it a “hoax,” undermines scientific consensus and global efforts to address the issue.

    Right-Wing Perspective:

    Supporters from the right view Trump’s climate agenda as a necessary shift towards economic growth and energy independence. They argue that deregulation and increased fossil fuel production are crucial for job creation and economic stability. Trump’s emphasis on “energy dominance” and his skepticism towards climate change policies are seen as efforts to reduce government overreach and support traditional energy industries4. Some right-wing governments, while supporting climate action, still align with Trump’s approach to balancing economic and environmental priorities.

    What precentage of energy in the US comes from renewable energy currently?

     

    As of 2023, renewable energy sources (including wind, hydroelectric, solar, biomass, and geothermal energy) accounted for 21% of total U.S. utility-scale electricity generation. This marks a significant increase in the share of renewable energy in the country’s energy mix over recent years1.

    How likely is it that Trump might withdraw from climate negotations?

    There is a significant concern that Trump might withdraw from climate negotiations, particularly the Paris Agreement, if he were to secure another term. During his first term, Trump did withdraw the U.S. from the Paris Agreement, and there are indications he might do so again2. This potential move is seen as a setback for global climate efforts, as the U.S. plays a crucial role in international climate policy.

    However, some experts believe that the renewable energy sector’s growth and market trends might mitigate the impact of such a withdrawal. The uncertainty around this issue remains high, and it will depend on various political and economic factors.

    Final point – some have argued that rewewable energy subsidies including for home solar and EV vehicles might be ended

     

    Final point – some have argued that rewewable energy subsidies including for home solar and EV vehicles might be ended

    There are indeed discussions and concerns about the potential end of renewable energy subsidies, including those for home solar and electric vehicles (EVs). These subsidies have been crucial in promoting the adoption of clean energy technologies and reducing greenhouse gas emissions.

    Current State of Subsidies:

    Home Solar: Many states, including Oregon, offer incentives for solar installations. For example, the Oregon Solar + Storage Rebate Program provides rebates for solar electric systems and paired solar and storage systems for residential customers2.

    Electric Vehicles: Federal tax credits are available for EV purchases, offering up to $7,500. Additional state and local incentives may also be available.

    Potential Changes:

    Political Climate: The future of these subsidies largely depends on the political climate and the priorities of the administration in power. Some argue that ending these subsidies could slow down the transition to renewable energy and hinder efforts to combat climate change.

    Economic Factors: On the other hand, some believe that the market for renewable energy and EVs has matured enough to sustain itself without subsidies, and that ending them could reduce government spending.

    For more detailed information, you can check out the Department of Energy’s website and the White House’s clean energy initiatives.

  • Spillwords Publishes Charles Bukowski’s Road Not Chosen

    Spillwords Publishes Charles Bukowski’s Road Not Chosen

    Spillwords Publishes Charles Bukowski’s Road Not Chosen

    charles bukowski
    charles bukowski

    Spillwords Published One Night In Bombay

    More Spillwords poems published

    Spillwords Publishes Gun Madness

    SpillWords Interview

     Charles Bukowski Road Not Chosen

    While reading Charles Bukowski’s poetry
    On the metro ride home
    Listening to Buddha bar music
    On my oh too hip IPod.

    I begin to see myself as I was
    Over 30 years ago when I was merely a bit player
    A minor character in a Charles Bukowski poem.

    A wild young underemployed intellectual
    Hanging out in dismal bars and dives all over Asia and California
    Hanging with disreputable women and drunks and drinkers
    And characters out of his kinds of haunts.

    A mad poet bard of the underground
    A drunken poet in a drunken bum show
    That nightly played in his head.

    Then one day I met the woman of my dreams
    And went down a different path
    A long, slow path to respectability.

    And now 30 years later
    I am no longer a wild man
    I am still a poet at heart
    But I am now also a bureaucrat
    In a button-down suite.

    Doing the people’s business
    Working for the Government
    I’ve become the Man.

    Sometimes I wonder
    Would I have been better off
    Going down that other path?

    Would I have ended up
    Somewhere else
    Doing something else.

    Would I have been as happy?
    Would I have been as successful?

    No answer satisfies
    The longing in my heart
    For that wild thing
    That still lurks beneath
    It’s a civilized cover.

    And I know that I am still
    A mad poet at heart
    Railing against the injustice of the world.

    As I work day by day in the belly

    of the great beast of State
    I recall the ancient Chinese saying,
    “Confucian during the day while Taoist rebel at night”
    Playing out in my head and nightly dreams
    In the true American Upper-class patrician tradition.

    I close the book and look out the window
    Get off the train, and walk slowly home.

    And realize I had no choice
    But to take the path that I’ve trodden on/

    And so I put aside my misgivings
    And say goodbye to my “Bukowskian” desires
    For another night of domestic contentment.

    Was it worth it all to take the conventional path?
    And not take the Bohemian road to hell and back?

    I look at my wife and realize
    I had no choice, had no choice
    But to follow her to the ends of the earth.

    And beyond by her side as we walked our path
    Of shared destiny.

    Goodbye, Charles Bukowski, wherever you are
    May I meet you in a bar in the next life?
    And figure out where we should have gone.

    Until then, the drinks are on me.

    Spillwords has published a number of my works over the years. See the following:

    JAKE COSMOS ALLER

    Chaos, poetry written by Jake Cosmos Aller at Spillwords.com
    Morning Light, poetry written by Jake Cosmos Aller at Spillwords.com

     

  • April Poetry Madness April 21 to APril 25 Poems

    April Poetry Madness April 21 to APril 25 Poems

    April Poetry Madness 2024 April 21 to April 25, 2024

    https://wp.me/p7NAzO-2Rm

    This is the fourth batch of my April Poetry Madness challenge poems, (for April 21 to April 25), following daily prompts supplied by Poetry Superhighway, Writer’s Digest, Writing Com Dew Drop Inn, and NaPoWriMo. I am not posting any more PSH poems as I need to keep some unpublished for future submissions.

    I have included the poem, the prompt, and occasionally a bonus poem or comment or two. I am also cross-posting this on All Poetry, Blog Lovin, Cosmos Funnel,  Facebook, Fan Story, Instagram, LinkedIn, Medium, Substack, Wattpad, Writer’s Digest, Writing Com, and Twitter. This is probably my last time doing this. Just getting too old to keep up.

    You can find my previous entries here:

    April 1 to April 6 Poems 2024 Poetry Madness

    April Poetry Madness 2024 April 7 to April 14

    PSH April 2023 Poems

    April 2023 Poems

    Writers Digest April 2023 Poems

    https://wp.me/p7NAzO-2QB April 15 to  April 20

    https://wp.me/p7NAzO-2Rm April 21 to April 25

    Comments are welcomed but keep it civil.

    Part One

    April 1

    PSH Ode to Durian

    WD  Optimistic Letourneau

    WC Dew Drop Inn

    Easter Bunny -warm up March 31

    Sarang pabo love fool

    NaPoWrMo Springtime Flowers Blooming Love

    April 2

    PSH The Words of the Year 1955 PSH

    WD Sad and happy days

    WC Dew Drop Inn

    NaPoWrMo  Cage

    NaPoWrMo It Can’t Happen Here

     

    April 3

    Berkeley Mad Psychotic Pineapple Burns Sonnet

    PSH 2 AI Version Traditional Sonnet

    WD  My Musical Street

    WC Dew Drop Inn

    NaPoWrMo  Ode to Coffee

     

    April 4, 2024

    PSH The Cosmic Dog from Goa

    WD Don’t Make a Mistake Vote for Jake

    WC Ending Daily Shaving in Retirement

    NaPoWrMo The Parliament of Owls Decree Death to All Humans

    AV version The Parliament of Owls Decree Death to All Humans

     

    April 5, 2024

    PSH Love Expressed Through Food

    WD Tell Me No Lies

    WC Make Baseball Great Again!

    NaPoWrMo Resurrecting the Dodo Bird

    April 6

     PSH  Cosmic Dog From Goa

    WD  Meeting My Fate Minimum Poem

    WC Daily Ritual Drinks

    NaPoWrMo Only In SF

     

    Part Two

     April 7

     

    PSH  Visiting My Father’s Grave

    Bonus: Yakima Dessert Blues

    WD Meeting My Fate Minimum Poem

    WC  Why Trump?

    NaPoWrMo Planetary Nut Re-Configuration Program

     

    April 8

     

    PSH Area Codes

    WD My Lucky Number

    WC Economic Perception Delay

    NaPoWrMo Wish You Were Here

     

    April  9

    PSH  Dearly Beloved

    WD the Major Event of My Life

    WC Death to All Humans

    NaPoWrMo My Dysfunctional Family

     

    April 10

     

    PSH You Can’t Write That!

    WD Better Political Discourse Needed

    WC Green Trees Don’t Make It

    AI Bing Version

    NaPoWrMo  Ode to My Coffee Pot

     

    April 11

     

    PSH Quote Poem About 9-11

    WD Crazy Love Nonet

    WC April 11—Eclipse/d two Lunatic Lune Poems about the Eclipse

    NaPoWrMo Tribute to John Dean

     

    April 12

     

    PSH  Subway Journey

    WD Old Man Lost In His Old Memories

    WC  Civil War 2.0

    NaPoWrMo  11 One Liners

     

    April 13

     

    PSH First Time to Eat Kimchi

    WD Five Trumpian Humor Poetic Fragments

    WC April 13—Discovery Shooting Down the Alien Visitors

    NaPoWrMo Saga of Big Daddy

     

    April 14

     

    PSH  99 Haiku TBC

    WD Life Worth Living

    WC  Tech Peeves

    NaPoWrMo  Shy Man Fishing

     

    Part Three

     

    Writer’s Digest Poems  

    April 15  New Middle Poem Middle Of Political Silly Season In The U.S.  Trigger Warning Mild Political Rant

    April 16 Trump Shardona Poem

    April 17 New Tuesday prompt write a Shadorma poem about recent tech layoffs CEO To Labor Units of Production Shardona – You are Not Wanted

    April 18  WD pessimistic Poem -not the Way to Fire People New Rules in the New Corporation World

    April 19 Emotion Poem -Fears of Falling

    April 20 The Circus Bear Escapes

    Bear in collar  hears praise while rambling

    alt. bonus poem Met And Married My Dream Lady

     Writing Com Dew Drop Inn Prompts

     

    WC April 15 Lament Drifting Towards Civil War 2.0

    WC Prove Something – God’s Demented Sense of Humor

    WC Question something -The Basic Decency and Sanity of Americans

    WC Scumbagology

    WC Comedy – The Donald Trump Show is Getting Old

     

    NaPoWriMo Prompts

    April 15

    My stamp collection

    April 16

    late Night Earthquake blues

    April 17

    What is Hip?

    April 18 It’s A Dog’s Life for Me

    April 19

    Hunting the Monsters in Hell

    Day 20  Trail of Tears – My Family Connection

    Begin Poems 

    Writers Digest Prompts

     

    April 21 PAD Challenge: Fairy Tale Romance

    lovers kissing
    lovers kissing

    Sam Adams often thought

    Of his true love story

    As a fairy tale romance

    That somehow became real.

     

     

    He had dreamt of meeting

    His dream lady

    For eight years.

     

    He joined the Peace Corps

    Traveled to Korea

    To look for her.,

     

    Then one day

    She told him

    In his dream

     

    “Don’t worry

    We will meet soon”

     

    That night

    She walked off a bus

    Into his life

    Becoming his wife.

     

    They were from different worlds

    She was a Korean college student

    From a middle-class family.

     

    And he had grown up

    As the son of a college professor

    And politician in liberal Berkeley.

     

    Yet despite their different backgrounds

    And different personalities

     

    He was not very practical

    Lost in his world at times

    Not that ambitious.

     

    She was very practical

    Money minded woman

    Determined to make her mark

    On the world

     

    And they did not see eye to eye

    On many things

    But on the things that really matter

     

    They were there for each other

    Understanding each other

    And their love grew

    Day by day.

     

    Until one day

    Sam realized that they had

    Been together 42 years

     

    And were still in love.

    And that had made all the difference

    In their fairy tale true love story.

     

    Write a poem every day of April with the 2024 April Poem-A-Day Challenge. For today’s prompt, write a trope poem.

    Once we get through today’s poem, we’ll be finished with the first three weeks of this challenge. Where has the time gone?

    For today’s prompt, write a trope poem. For most people, tropes are common plot devices used in certain genres. In romance, for example, the “different worlds” trope brings together two characters from different walks of life and/or cultures. Meanwhile, a popular trope in horror fiction is to split up, which usually doesn’t end well for many of the characters. Mysteries frequently feature the “unassuming suspect” trope. Pick a trope or mix a few in your poem today.

    If you need help getting started, check out these lists of popular tropes:

    check out and save for future use

     

    21 Popular Romance Tropes for Writers.

    21 Popular Thriller Tropes for Writers.

    21 Popular Science Fiction Tropes for Writers.

    21 Popular Horror Tropes for Writers.

    21 Popular Mystery Tropes for Writers.

    21 Popular Fantasy Tropes for Writers.

    2024 April PAD Challenge: Day 22 Gaii’s Calls for Revenge Against Humanity Earth Day Nightmare

    The spirit of the ancient trees woke up
    after thousands of years of slumber.

    They woke up and marched on Washington
    demanding an end to logging, pollution, mining
    and other assaults on the planet earth
    by the mad human creatures.

    They said that Gaia, the guardian angel
    of the planet had summoned them
    with this warning to the people of earth.
    Your time on this planet is coming to an end
    i have decreed it, and no one can oppose my will.

    Gaia kept her word, unleashing a supper plagues
    wiped out 99 percent of humanity.
    The few who remained lived under
    the watchful eyes of the tree spirits.

     

    Today is Earth Day, so…

    For today’s prompt, write an earth poem. The poem can be about nature or the planet. But it can also be about anything or anyone on the planet. Or dirt (aka, earth); feel encouraged to write a poem about dirt. Or earthlings!

    2024 April PAD Challenge: Day 23 The Heart of the Matter

    Donald Trump’s Trials the Heart of the Matter

     

    The heart of the matter

    With Donald Trump’s numerous trials

    Is simply this

     

    Is the former president

    Above the law

    Can he do what he wants

    And not be held accountable?

     

    Is the former president

    An authoritarian leader

    A potential king?

    Or is he simply

    An everyday citizen now?

     

    Is he  a strong leader

    a visionary revolutionary populist?

    As he constantly proclaims

     

    Or is he broken-down

    Pathetic old loser ?

     

    That is the heart

    Of the matter.

     

    Today is our fourth Two-for-Tuesday prompt, which would usually mean it’s the final Two-for-Tuesday prompt of the month, but we’re lucky this year: five Tuesdays!

    For today’s Two-for-Tuesday prompt:

    Write a “(blank) of the Heart” poem, and/or…

    Write a “Heart of the (blank)” poem.

    Not sure what I’m talking about? Replace the blank in either of these phrases with a new word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Possible titles might include: “Total Eclipse of the Heart,” “Coney Island of the Heart,” “Heart of the Champion,” and/or “Heart of the Night.”

     

    2024 April PAD Challenge: Maximum Cruelty in the Name of Jesus in the Point

    governor abbot
    governor abbot

    I don’t understand

    Why are so many Christian evangelical leaders

     

     

    And politicians

    Are so cruel to everyone!

     

    It seems as if displaying

    Maximum cruelty.

     

    To the marginalized communities

    To the poor, to immigrants

    To the black and brown community

    To Asians and other foreigners

    To women, and especially

    To the LGBTQ community

    Is the point.

     

    And all done in Jesus’s name.

    By this self proclaimed

    Christians.

     

    This is something that Jesus

    If he came back

    Would not approve

    As it violates the core principles,

    Of the Christian faith.

     

    Jesus would say,

     

    “Where is the love?

    Where is the compassion?

    Where is the mercy ?

    That I proclaimed

    Was the core of my teachings?”

     

    He would say to them,

     

    “You are not Christians”

    And he would drive them

    Out of the Christian church.

     

    Write a poem every day of April with the 2024 April Poem-A-Day Challenge. For today’s prompt, write a maximum poem.

    Well, we’ve only got a week of April remaining, so let’s poem the heck out of the rest of this month.

    For today’s prompt, write a maximum poem. Some people may recall that we wrote a minimum poem back on day 6; this takes that concept and brings it back the other way. In fact, one possible way into today’s poem would be to see what you did on day 6 and turn it on its head. Or go somewhere completely new. Whatever you do, take it to the max.

     

    Day 25 Insight into Trumps Incite

    president trump

    One of the many things

    That the former President

    Has been accused of is

     

     

    His calls for his followers

    To rise up and riot,

     

    An incitement to violence

    On his behalf

    Like on January 6th.

     

    My insight into

    this incitement rhetoric

    Is simply this,

     

    The former president is

    The ultimate con man

    An authoritarian wannabe

     

    And inciting violence

    Is part of his stock in trade

    Hoping that his MAGA nation

    Will help him take power again.

     

    Writing Com Dew Drop Inn Prompts

     

     April 21—Salient  Image (poem based on one concrete thing you remember at day’s end)

    Every evening when I fall asleep,

    I see my wife of 42 years

    Coming to me.

     

    And every morning

    I wake up

    Feeling her love.

    .

    And I realize

    That the one good thing

    I have done in this life.

     

    Is marry the lady

    Of my dreams.

     

    April 22— Serio-comic dilemma

    2024 Election Choices Trigger Warning -Anti-Trump Rant!

    The election of 2024

    Presents an existential choice

    Which old white grandpa dude

     

    Both past their prime time

    Do you support for president?

     

    Friendly, grandpa

    Who has been president

    For the last three years?

    Presiding over a decent economic expansion

    Amid war in Europe and the Mid-east.

     

    Or the former chaos president

     

    Facing multiple court cases

    Owing settlements for fraud

    Sexual assault and defamation?

     

    Who promises more chaos

    And retribution against his enemies

    In the deep state, and media.

     

    Calling them all communists

    As if an international communist threat

    Was it still a thing?

     

    Promising to deport

    Illegal aliens

    And possibly withdrawing from NATO

    And other alliances,

     

    and impose crippling tariffs

    on all imports?

     

    Yet to his supporters

    Has been anointed by god

    To vanquish his enemies.

     

    or vote for RFJ, JR

    or Cornel West

    or Jill Stein

    or the libertarian candidate

     

    or just boycott the election.

    staying home in disgust.

     

    Sadly, that is our choice

    On election day.

    The obvious choice for this prompt was the current re-match in the U.S. pitting Trump Vs Biden and three to four third parties. what a farce it is in my mind. In a country of 335 million people, these are our choices?.

     

    April 23—Let Shakespeare be your inspiration

    lovers
    couple-in-love-silhouette-during

    My true love story

    Almost seems like

    A fairy tale romance.

     

     

    Romeo and Julian almost.

     

    Two lovers met

    From different worlds

    And find themselves.

     

    Also has elements

    Of “Mid-summer night dreams”

    Sonnets and poems.

     

    And other classic romance

    Dramas, poems, and stories.

     

    And classic romcoms.

    Including Sleepless in Seattle

    And Bollywood and K dramas..

     

    But in my story

    I dreamt of meeting

    And marrying my dream lady

     

    Traveled to Korea

    Where she was waiting for me.

     

    And despite opposition

    From her family.

     

    There was a happy ending

    And we are still together

    42 years later.

    I likened my true love story to a Shakespearean drama or sonnet as it had elements of Romeo and Juliet and Midsummer’s Night Dream among other plays and sonnets. I have written a lot about my fairy tale dream romance in my portfolio and on my blog.

     

    April 24—Unexplored Desire

    As one gets older

    One often looks back

    At all the things you did

    In your life.

     

    The good, the bad, and the ugly

    And we all have those moments

    Because we are human.

     

    And some things you desired

    But never pursued.

     

    For me, it was a dream

    Of becoming a famous writer

    While I can write poems

    And short stories,

     

    My greatest desire

    Was to write

    The Great American Novel.

     

    And sadly it will remain

    An unfulfilled desire

    As I don’t have the patience or energy .

     

    To edit my six rough draft novels

    Turning them into something publishable

    And they may die when I die.

     

    And I am in good company.

     

    The rule of ten rule applies

    Of one hundred people

    Who want to write a novel

    Less than ten percent finish it

    Of those less than ten percent publish it

    Of those less than ten percent make any money

    Of those less than ten percent make a living

    At writing their novels.

     

    The rule of ten is a meme that applies to many things. I have seen it applied to novel writing, acting, politics and sports.  The point being that most people fail to achieve their dreams and there are only a few professional athletes for example although there are millions of people who have played the game in high school or college, few ever make it to the major leagues. Similar thing applies to novelists, only a few people ever make money from writing a novel. Among Actors they call it the 1 percent rule, of people who try acting, only 1 percent will ever make a living from being an actor full time,  and politics. Of all those who aspire to be President, only 45 have ever made it, and 44 were white males, and one black man.

    April 25—TV series

    The_Adventures_of_Bullwinkle_and_Rocky
    The_Adventures_of_Bullwinkle_and_Rocky

    One of my favorite shows as a child

    Was the Rocky and Bullwinkle Show.

     

     

     

    Featuring Rocky the squirrel.

    Bulwinkle the Moose

    And associated bad guys.

     

    Including Boris Benioff

    And Natasha Fatale

    Vaguely Eastern European communists.

    who worked for the Fearless Leader

    perhaps East German or Russian?

     

    Rocky and Bullwinkle

    Like the Simpsons, Futurama,

    American Dad and Family Guy

     

    Were children’s show

    They were also quite subversive

    Satire on modern life.

     

    But Bulwinkle remains my favorite

    Years ago I binged watched episodes

     

    And remember every episode

    Even though I had last seen them

    Almost 50 years before.

    Bing Co-Pilot provided useful background information

    Certainly! The Adventures of Rocky and Bullwinkle and Friends, commonly referred to as simply Rocky and Bullwinkle, is an American animated television series that originally aired from November 19, 1959, to June 27, 1964, on the ABC and NBC television networks. Produced by Jay Ward Productions, the series is structured as a variety show, with the main feature being the serialized adventures of the two title characters:

    Rocket J. (“Rocky”) Squirrel: An anthropomorphic flying squirrel.

    Bullwinkle J. Moose: A moose.

    The main antagonists in most of their adventures are the two Russian-like spies:

    Boris Budanov

    Natasha Fatale

    Both Boris and Natasha work for the Nazi-like dictator Fearless Leader. The show also features several supporting segments, including:

    Dudley Do-Right: A parody of an old-time melodrama.

    Peabody’s Improbable History: In this segment, a dog named Mr. Peabody and his boy Sherman travel through time.

    Fractured Fairy Tales: Classic fairy tales retold in comic fashion.

    The series has left a lasting cultural impact and continues to be beloved by audiences. Although the current blanket title was imposed for home video releases more than 40 years after the series originally aired, the show was broadcast under different titles during its television run:

    Rocky and His Friends (1959–1961)

    The Bullwinkle Show (1961–1964)

    The Rocky and Bullwinkle Show (or The Adventures of Rocky and Bullwinkle) in syndication123.

    Another interesting factoid the writers of the show were Berkeley High school students in the late 50’s when I was born.

     

    NaPoWriMo Prompts

     

    April 21 News Gives Me the Blues

     

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    cnn logo

    Watching the news

    As the sun rises,

     

    Drinking a cup

    Of snarling coffee.

    Often causes me

    To feel the blues.

     

     

     

     

    As I watch the gloom

    And doom the blues

    Comes knocking at my door.

     

    Then I look outside

    And see the blue sky

    Inviting me

    To go for a walk.

     

    As I walk with my wife

    The love of my life

    By the blue waters

    Of the Gimpo Korea canal.

    Near my house.

    Gimpo Canal
    Gimpo Canal

     

     

     

     

     

    Enjoying the blue sky

    And the blue neon sign displays,

    A bluebird of happiness

    flies overhead

    And the blues fade away.

     

    And now for our (optional) prompt! Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem that repeats or focuses on a single color. Some examples for you – Diane Wakoski’s “Blue Monday,” Walter de la Mare’s “Silver,” and Dorothea Lasky’s “Red Rum.”

    April 22 Coffee and Tea endless argument – which is better?

     

    coffee
    coffee

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    Coffee and Tea

    Two old friends from way back

     

    Were having an argument

    In their favorite coffee shop

     

    the Original Peets

    on Walnut and Vine

    in Berkeley’s gourmet ghetto

     

    It was a long-standing argument

    Dating back thousands of years ,

     

    Which is better for you,

    Coffee or tea?

     

    Mr. Carl Coffee maintained

    it was better

    For you with antioxidants

    Flavonoids and some caffeine.

     

    Ms Angela Tea maintained coffee

    Was overrated,

     

    Had too much caffeine

    And cost too much

    In fancy coffee shops.

    Like Peets.

     

    The two friends

    Concluded their argument.

     

    And went out and had

    A few shots of Mt. Guy rum

    In a bar near Campus.

     

    Carl Coffee was paying

    As coffee was better paid.

     

    Based on following article

    Certainly! Here’s an article from The Washington Post that compares the benefits of coffee versus tea: Why coffee is healthier than tea. It explores the research and explains why coffee comes out on top. ☕🍵

    Last but not least, here’s today’s optional prompt. This one comes from the poet and fiction writer Todd Dillard, who provided this idea on his twitter account a few months ago. The idea is to write a poem in which two things have a fight. Two very unlikely things, if you can manage it. Like, maybe a comb and a spatula. Or a daffodil and a bag of potato chips. Or perhaps your two things could be linked somehow – like a rock and a hard place – and be utterly sick of being so joined. The possibilities are endless!

    April 23 Batman Feeling the Blues Kojiki Poem

    batman
    batman

    On a winter’s night

    Batman was in the Bat Mobile

    on his nightly drive

     

     

    he was feeling his age

    no longer the batman he was

    now just an old man

     

    driving in the bat mobile

    tired of fighting criminals

    just feeling the blues.

     

    info from Fan Story Japanese Poetry group

    This week we are learning how to write a KOJIKI poem. You may use the event’s picture or your own.

    KOJIKI is the oldest poetic form that dates back to the 712th century. It’s divided into three parts: upper 5/7/5 – middle 5/7/5 – lower 7/7/7 syllables. Originally, KOJIKI was about religion but for this challenge, you can use any theme. It doesn’t rhyme. It uses a kigo (seasonal reference).

    HISTORY

    The Kojiki is one of the two primary sources for Shinto, the Japanese national religion. It starts in the realm of myth, with the creation of Japan from foam. Innumerable gods and goddesses are described. The narrative moves from mythology to historical legends and culminates in a chronology of the early Imperial line.

    wikipedia

    And now for our (optional) prompt. Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem about, or involving, a superhero, taking your inspiration from these four poems in which Lucille Clifton addresses Clark Kent/Superman.

     

    April 24 the Dream of the Sphinx

    the sphinx
    The Great Sphinx of Giza. Monumental limestone statue of a reclining sphinx with a lion’s body and a human head (believed to represent the face of the Pharaoh Khephren). One of the pyramids in the background. Giza, Egypt

    In the shadowed desert night,

    The Sphinx stirs from her slumber,

    Her eyes half-closed, half-open,

    Ancient riddles etched upon her stone.

     

     

     

    She dreams of forgotten empires,

    Of pharaohs and their fleeting glory,

    Of sands that whisper secrets,

    And winds that carry

    echoes of lost civilizations.

     

    Her paws, once mighty and fierce,

    Now cradle the shifting dunes,

    Their touch a memory of power,

    Their weight a burden for eternity.

     

    The Sphinx dreams of travelers,

    Bold souls who seek her wisdom,

    Their footsteps leaving imprints,

    Brief as the morning dew on desert blooms.

     

    Her gaze pierces time’s veil,

    Seeking answers in the constellations,

    As if the stars hold the key

    To unlock the riddles of existence.

     

    And so she waits, patient and silent,

    Guardian of forgotten truths,

    Her dream a bridge between epochs,

    Her secret hidden in the sands of time.

     

    based on Emerson’s Poem  the Sphinx

    The Sphinx

    Ralph Waldo Emerson1803 (Boston) – 1882 (Concord)

    The Sphinx is drowsy,
    The wings are furled;
    Her ear is heavy,
    She broods on the world.
    “Who’ll tell me my secret,
    The ages have kept?–
    awaited the seer,
    While they slumbered and slept;–“The fate of the man-child;
    The meaning of man;
    Known fruit of the unknown;
    Daedalian plan;
    Out of sleeping a waking,
    Out of waking a sleep;
    Life death overtaking;
    Deep underneath deep?”Erect as a sunbeam,
    Upspringeth the palm;
    The elephant browses,
    Undaunted and calm;
    In beautiful motion
    The thrush plies his wings;
    Kind leaves of his covert,
    Your silence he sings.”The waves, unashamed,
    In difference sweet,
    Play glad with the breezes,
    Old playfellows meet;
    The journeying atoms,
    Primordial wholes,
    Firmly draw, firmly drive,
    By their animate poles.

    “Sea, earth, air, sound, silence,
    Plant, quadruped, bird,
    By one music enchanted,
    One deity stirred,–
    Each the other adorning,
    Accompany still;
    Night veileth the morning,
    The vapor the hill.

    “The babe by its mother
    Lies bathed in joy;
    Glide its hours uncounted,–
    The sun is its toy;
    Shines the peace of all being,
    Without cloud, in its eyes;
    And the sum of the world
    In soft miniature lies.

    “But man crouches and blushes,
    Absconds and conceals;
    He creepeth and peepeth,
    He palters and steals;
    Infirm, melancholy,
    Jealous glancing around,
    An oaf, an accomplice,
    He poisons the ground.

    “Outspoke the great mother,
    Beholding his fear;–
    At the sound of her accents
    Cold shuddered the sphere:–
    ‘Who has drugged my boy’s cup?
    Who has mixed my boy’s bread?
    Who, with sadness and madness,
    Has turned the man-child’s head?’”

    heard a poet answer,
    Aloud and cheerfully,
    “Say on, sweet Sphinx! thy dirges
    Are pleasant songs to me.
    Deep love lieth under
    These pictures of time;
    They fad in the light of
    Their meaning sublime.

    “The fiend that man harries
    Is love of the Best;
    Yawns the pit of the Dragon,
    Lit by rays from the Blest.
    The Lethe of nature
    Can’t trace him again,
    Whose soul sees the perfect,
    Which his eyes seek in vain.

    “Profounder, profounder,
    Man’s spirit must dive;
    To his aye-rolling orbit
    No goal will arrive;
    The heavens that now draw him
    With sweetness untold,
    Once found,–for new heavens
    He spurneth the old.

    “Pride ruined the angels,
    Their shame them restores;
    And the joy that is sweetest
    Lurks in stings of remorse.
    Have I a lover
    Who is noble and free?–
    would he were nobler
    Than to love me.

    “Eterne alternation
    Now follows, now flied;
    And under pain, pleasure,–
    Under pleasure, pain lies.
    Love works at the centre,
    Heart-heaving alway;
    Forth speed the strong pulses
    To the borders of day.

    “Dull Sphinx, Jove keep thy five wits!
    Thy sight is growing blear;
    Rue, myrrh, and cummin for the Sphinx–
    Her muddy eyes to clear!”–
    The old Sphinx bit her thick lip,–
    Said, “Who taught thee me to name?
    I am thy spirit, yoke-fellow,
    Of thine eye I am eyebeam.

    “Thou art the unanswered question;
    Couldst see they proper eye,
    Alway it asketh, asketh;
    And each answer is a lie.
    So take thy quest through nature,
    It through thousand natures ply;
    Ask on, thou clothed eternity;
    Time is the false reply.”

    Uprose the merry Sphinx,
    And crouched no more in stone;
    She melted into purple cloud,
    She silvered in the moon;
    She spired into a yellow flame;
    She flowered in blossoms red;
    She flowed into a foaming wave;
    She stood Monadnoc’s head.

    Through a thousand voices
    Spoke the universal dame:
    “Who telleth one of my meanings,
    Is master of all I am.”

    Finally, our (optional) prompt for the day is another one pulled from our 2016 archives. Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem that begins with a line from another poem (not necessarily the first one), but then goes elsewhere with it. This will work best if you just start with a line of poetry you remember, but without looking up the whole original poem. Or you could find a poem that you haven’t read before and then use a line that interests you. The idea is for the original to furnish the backdrop for your work, but without influencing you so much that you feel as if you are just rewriting the original! For example, you could begin, “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day,” or “I have measured out my life with coffee spoons,” or “I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster,” or “they persevere in swimming where they like.” Really, any poem will do to provide your starter line – just so long as it gives you the scope to explore.

    Day 25 Proust Questionnaire

    What is your idea of perfect happiness?

    I am most content and happy

    when I am hanging out

    just being with

    the love of my life

    What or who is the greatest love of your life?

    Angela Lee is my Dream Lady

    she haunted my dreams for eight years

    then came to life

    walked off a bus

    in South Korea

     

    42 years ago

    a fairy tale romance

    come to life

     

    What is your current state of mind?

     

    My current state of mind

    is quiet contemplation

    and sense of inner peace

     

    When and where were you happiest?

     

    The happiest day of my life

    was the day I met my wife

    42 years ago

     

    Which talent would you most like to have?

     

    I would have liked

    to have been able

    to drive a car

    play the piano professionally

    sing in a blues band

     

    finish my novels

    better skills

    at learning languages

     

    better vision

    more coordination skills

    If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

     

    I would have liked

    to have been born

    without a learning disability.

     

    better vision

    better teeth

    better hearing

    more coordination

    less socially awkward

    but still genius level IQ

     

    and never had the accident

    that left me with life-long fibromyalgias

    and arthritis, to boot.

     

    What do you consider your greatest achievement?

     

    My greatest achievements include

    Joining the State Department

    Joining the Peace Corps

    Graduating from UW graduate school

    graduating from college

    Teaching College for three years overseas

     

    and the most important thing of all

    is marrying my dream lady

     

    What is your most marked characteristic?

     

    sense of humor

    sense of adventure

    incurable romantic

    poet, writer, dreamer

     

    What do you most value in your friends?

     

    understanding, empathy, sense of humor

    sense of wonder

    Last but not least, here’s our optional prompt for the day. Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem based on the “Proust Questionnaire,” a set of questions drawn from Victorian-era parlor games, and adapted by modern interviewers. You could choose to answer the whole questionnaire, and then write a poem based on your answers, answer just a few, or just write a poem that’s based on the questions. You could even write a poem in the form of an entirely new Proust Questionnaire. We have a fairly standard, 35-question version of the questionnaire laid out for you below.

    What is your idea of perfect happiness?

    What is your greatest fear?

    What is the trait you most deplore in yourself?

    What is the trait you most deplore in others?

    Which living person do you most admire?

    What is your greatest extravagance?

    What is your current state of mind?

    What do you consider the most overrated virtue?

    On what occasion do you lie?

    What do you most dislike about your appearance?

    Which living person do you most despise?

    What is the quality you most like in a man?

    What is the quality you most like in a woman?

    Which words or phrases do you most overuse?

    What or who is the greatest love of your life?

    When and where were you happiest?

    Which talent would you most like to have?

    If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

    What do you consider your greatest achievement?

    If you were to die and come back as a person or a thing, what would it be?

    Where would you most like to live?

    What is your most treasured possession?

    What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery?

    What is your favorite occupation?

    What is your most marked characteristic?

    What do you most value in your friends?

    Who are your favorite writers?

    Who is your hero of fiction?

    Which historical figure do you most identify with?

    Who are your heroes in real life?

    What are your favorite names?

    What is it that you most dislike?

    What is your greatest regret?

    How would you like to die?

    What is your motto?

    The End

     

  • April Poetry Madness 2024 April 7 to April 14

    April Poetry Madness 2024 April 7 to April 14

    April Poetry Madness 2024 April 7 to April 14

    This is the second batch of my April Poetry Madness challenge poems, (for April 7 to April 14), following daily prompts supplied by Poetry Superhighway, Writer’s Digest, Writing Com Dew Drop Inn, and NaPoWriMo.   I have included the poem, the prompt, and occasionally a bonus poem or comment or two. I am also cross-posting this on  All Poetry, Blog lovin, Cosmos Funnel,  FaceBook, Fan Story, Instagram, Linkedin, Medium, Subtack, Wattpad, Writer’s Digest, Writing Com, and Twitter. This is probably my last time doing this.  Just getting too old to keep up.

    You can find my previous entries here:

    April 1 to April 6 Poems 2024 Poetry Madness

    PSH April 2023 Poems

    April 2023 Poems

    Writers Digest April 2023 Poems

    https://wp.me/p7NAzO-2Qh  (this posting)

    Comments are welcomed, but keep it civil.

    Part One

    April 1

    PSH Ode to Durian

    WD  Optimistic Letourneau

    WC Dew Drop Inn

    Easter Bunny -warm up March 31

    Sarang pabo love fool

    NaPoWrMo Springtime Flowers Blooming Love

    April 2

    PSH The Words of the Year 1955 PSH

    WD Sad and happy days

    WC Dew Drop Inn

    NaPoWrMo  Cage

    NaPoWrMo It Can’t Happen Here

    April 3

    Berkeley Mad Pyscotic Pineapple Burns Sonnet

    PSH 2 AI Version Traditional Sonnet

    WD  My Musical Street

    WC Dew Drop Inn

    NaPoWrMo  Ode to Coffee

    April 4, 2024

    PSH The Cosmic Dog from Goa

    WD Don’t Make a Mistake Vote for Jake

    WC Ending Daily Shaving in Retirement

    NaPoWrMo The Parliament of Owls Decree Death to All Humans

    AV version The Parliament of Owls Decree Death to All Humans

    April 5, 2024

    PSH Love Expressed Through Food

    WD Tell Me No Lies

    WC Make Baseball Great Again!

    NaPoWrMo Resurrecting the Dodo Bird

    April 6

    PSH  Cosmic Dog From Goa

    WD  Meeting My Fate Minimum Poem

    WC Daily Ritual Drinks

    NaPoWrMo Only In SF

    Part Two

    April 7

    PSH  Visiting My Father’s Grave

    Bonus: Yakima Dessert Blues

    WD Meeting My Fate Minimum Poem

    WC  Why Trump?

    NaPoWrMo  Planetary Nut Re-Configuration Program

    April  8

    PSH Area Codes

    WD  My Lucky Number

    WC Economic Perception Delay

    NaPoWrMo  Wish You Were Here

    April  9

    PSH  Dearly Beloved

    WD the Major Event of My Life

    WC Death to All Humans

    NaPoWrMo My Dysfunctional Family

    April 10

    PSH You Can’t Write That!

    WD Better Political Discourse Needed

    WC Green Trees Don’t Make It

    AI Bing Version

    NaPoWrMo  Ode to My Coffee Pot

    April 11

    PSH Quote Poem About 9-11

    WD Crazy Love Nonet

    WC April 11—Eclipse/d two Lunatic Lune Poems about the Eclipse

    NaPoWrMo   Tribute to John Dean

    April12

    PSH  Subway Journey

    WD Old Man Lost In His Old Memories

    WC  Civil War 2.0

    NaPoWrMo  11 One Liners

    April 13

    PSH First Time to Eat Kimchi

    WD Five Trumpian Humor Poetic Fragments

    WC April 13—Discovery Shooting Down the Alien Visitors

    NaPoWrMo  Saga of Big Daddy

    April 14

    PSH  99 Haiku TBC

    WD life worth Living

    WC  Tech Peeves

    NaPoWrMo  Shy Man Fishing

    Part Three

    April 15

    PSH

    WD

    WC April 15 Lament  Drifting Towards Civil War 2.0

    Japan April 16 to 19  write prompts write poems April 20-21 or pre-write April 14 or 15

    April 16

    PSH

    WD

    WC No Rain

    NaPoWrMo

    April17

    PSH

    WD

    WC Prove Something – God’s Demented Sense of Humor

    NaPoWrMo

    April 18

    PSH

    WD

    WC Question something -The basic  deceny and sanity of Americans

    NaPoWrMo

    April 19

    PSH

    WD

    WC Scumbagology

    NaPoWrMo

    April 20

    PSH

    WD

    WC Comedy – The Donald Trump Show is Getting Old

    NaPoWrMo

    Part Four  TBC

    Part Five TBC

    Begin Poems 

     

    PSH Area Code Haiku

     

    Area  Code Haikus

     

    415 SF Bay Area code

    510 East Bay Area code

    503  Medford, Oregon

    703 DC Area Coes

     

    hot

    coffee

    makes a good morning

     

     

     

     

    coffee
    coffee

    coffee

    makes everything

    better

     

     

     

    boss coffee
    boss coffee

    morning coffee

    good

    to the last damn cup

     

    PSH This poetry writing prompt was submitted by Kelley White:

     

    Area Code Haiku!

    in Philadelphia, we have two basic codes, 125 &amp: 267, so maybe one-two-five or two-six-seven syllables:

    Writer’s Digest Lucky Number

    My Lucky Number

    On September 7th
    seven
    My lucky number
    Seven
    On the 7th of September
    The love of my life walked out of my dreams
    I met on that September 7th date
    A date I will always remember
    It was September 7th
    My lucky number that date
    I first met on September 7, 1982,
    I will always consider 7 as my lucky Number
    I always play the number 7 in a casino
    and sometimes I win big playing the number 7
    Just my lucky number.

    PI follows the following pattern:

    line 1: 3 words On September 7th
    line 2: 1 word seven
    line 3: 4 words my lucky number
    line 4: 1 word seven
    line 5: 5 words on the 7th of September
    line 6: 9 words the love of my life walked out of my dreams
    line 7: 2 words my fate
    line 8: 6 words I met on that September 7th date
    line 9: 5 words a date I will always remember
    line 10: 3 words it was September 7th
    line 11: 5 words my lucky number that date
    line 12: 8 words I first met on September 7, 1982
    line 13: 9 words I will always consider 7 as my lucky Number
    line 14: 7 words I always play the number 7 in a casino
    line 15: 9 words and sometimes I win big playing the number 7
    line 16: 3 words. Just my lucky number

    topic is numbers

    writers Com Dew Drop On April 7—Figure something out in a poem

    Why Trump?

     

     

     

     

    For the last six years

    I have been trying

    To figure out

     

    Why 40 percent

    Of my fellow Americans

    Still support the former president.

     

    Still believe he was

    The greatest President ever.

     

    I just don’t understand it

    Trump is a racist, misogynist

    Sexual predator rapist, narcissistic

    Fraudster, con artist, grifter.

     

    Who has lost billions

    Of dollars over the years

    Never pay his contractors

    Or his lawyers.

     

    Has been involved

    In over 3,000 lawsuits

    And lost most of them.

     

    Who lied over 30,000 times

    When he was President

    And at least 10,000 times

    Since then.

     

    Including the big lie

    That he won the last election

    Both in the popular vote

    And in the Electoral College vote.

     

    Over 90 courts concluded

    That there was not there there

    And that he lost the election.

     

    There was no widespread fraud

    The election was fair and square

    And he lost.

     

    Trump is the poster child

    For the seven deadly sins

    And is not a Christian

    Far from it.

     

    Yet to his deluded followers

    God anointed him

    To destroy the enemies

    Of the Christian faith.

     

    Now a court has declared

    That he defrauded the State

    Of New York

    To the tune of 450 million dollars.

     

    He stole top-secret documents

    Denied he had them

    Refused to give them back

    And openly talked about them.

     

    With people not cleared

    For secret and top-secret

    Documents.

     

    If I had done that

    during my time

    with the State Department

    I’d still be in jail!

     

    He plotted to overturn

    The election

    And stay in power.

     

    He openly promises

    He will be a dictator

    And round up millions

    Of illegals, and political dissidents

    When he is re-elected,

     

    Why he is polling at 40 percent

    And not 4 percent

    Is beyond me.

     

    The best I can conclude

    Is he appeals to those who believe

    The whole system is corrupt.

     

    And is rigged against

    Lower-middle-class

    Christian white Americans.

     

    They feel that they have been

    Royalty screwed over by

    The masters of the universe.

     

    Who see workers

    As nothing but

    “Disposable labor units

    Of production.”

     

    And they are right

    And Trump for his faults

    Speaks to the forgotten men

    And women in fly-over country,

     

    That is why he is still popular

    And could be re-elected

    And if he is re-elected,

     

    Can American Christian fascism

    Be coming?

    NaPoWriMo Wish You Were Here

    dedicated to my best friend from the first grade, Robert, who visited Korea when I was in the Peace Corps almost 45 years ago.

    I wish you were here

    I would love to show you

    All the wonders

    Of the Korea I love.

     

    And see how it has changed

    Since you visited it

    Almost 40 years ago

    When I was in the Peace Corps.

     

    I wish you could be here

    I wish you could

    See the country.

     

    Eat the food

    Have a drink or two,

     

    But this time,

    No live Octopus,

    I promise..

     

    I wish you were here

    I miss you

    I miss our friendship

    Going back 65 years.

     

    God,

    I wish you were here.

     

    And last but not least, we’re taking it easy with today’s (optional) prompt. Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem titled “Wish You Were Here” that takes its inspiration from the idea of a postcard. Consistent with the abbreviated format of a postcard, your poem should be short, and should play with the idea of travel, distance, or sightseeing. If you’re having trouble getting started, perhaps you’ll find some inspiration in these images of vintage postcards.

     

    April 8  PSH When I Was Born

    April 8, 2024: Poetry Writing Prompt from Martina Robles Gallegos

    This poetry writing prompt submitted by Martina Robles Gallegos:

    Provide a roadmap of your life, with its purpose, goals, challenges, achievements, and expectations for success.

    When I was Born

    Part One

    I was born John Cosmos Aller
    But for most of my life
    I called myself Jake Cosmos Aller
    Nowadays, I call myself J Cosmos Aller
    or Cosmos As my pen name

    the name Cosmos has nothing
    to do with me being born
    in Oakland
    growing up in Berkeley

    no one buys that story though
    Cosmos

    being such a Berkeley-like name

    My great-grandfather wanted
    an English translation
    of the family’s last name

    Aller

    looked it up in

    a German English dictionary

    had two choices
    Cosmos
    or Universe

    He chose Cosmos
    and thus I am the last
    of the Cosmos Aller’s

    Universe would have been
    an equally good Berkeley name

    But I have had other nicknames
    The kids nicknamed me Allergy
    And pretended to sneeze
    When I passed them by

    The name came about
    From a dream I had
    As a boy scout

    I was riding a horse
    Named Jake

    I would scream
    Whoa Jake
    Slide aside Clyde
    Turn around Verdiack

    I started saying these words
    When I walked about Campus
    And people thought

    I was a bit mental

    So, people simply started

    calling me

    The Whoa Jake kid,

    Later simply

    became Jake

    After I left school
    I liked the name, Jake
    Better than John

    Too many Johns
    In the world, I thought

    Part Two

    At the beginning of my life,
    though was a dream that haunted me
    Until she finally came to me.

    eight years later
    Walking out of my dreams

    on a bus in South Korea

    was the lady in the dream.

    Ending my loneliness behind
    we got married two months later

    We have been together

    now 42 years

     

    when we married

    she became a U.S, Army officer

    We would sometimes get invites

    To things addressed

    to Captain Lee and Mr. Lee

    I got tired of trying to explain
    We had different last names
    So, I became Jake Lee

    Later when I was

    at Walter Reed Military Hospital

    undergoing 14 operations

    in six months

    after I broke my heel

    in a freak jogging accident,

     

    The doctors just assumed

    I was a major
    And called me Mayor Aller

    I did not correct them
    Liked having been promoted
    To the rank of Major!

    Now that I am retired

    people assume at the military base

    that I am a retired colonel

    just look at the part.

     

    so now I am Col. Lee

    and I never bother

    to correct them.

     

    I served 27 years

    as a foreign service officer

    working in ten countries

     

    from Seoul to Bangkok

    to India, the Eastern Caribbean

    Spain and DC

     

    representing my country

    serving the people

    issuing visas

    visiting prisoners.

     

    after I retired

    I moved to Korea

    and Oregon.

     

    When I started trying to become
    Professional writing and blogger
    I thought using my middle name
    Would be a nice pen name

    So now I am either J Cosmos Aller
    Jake Cosmos Aller
    John (Jake) Cosmos Aller
    or just Cosmos

    No longer Jake Lee
    Or Major Aller though.

     

    Writer’s Digest –  The Major Event of My Life

    The biggest event

    Of my life

    Was the date

    That I met my fate.

     

    I had been dreaming

    Of this event

    For eight years.

     

    Ever since

    I first saw my dream girl

    in a dream in high school.

     

    It was love at first glance

    As sparks flew from heart to heart

    (ishimchomshim)

     

    When she looked at me

    With love blazing

    From her dark brown

    Goo-goo eyes

     

    She hypnotized me

    She mesmerized me

    As her love mojo

    Was working overtime.

     

    I fell under her spell

    Becoming her sarang pabo.

     

    Eight years later

    I had the last dream,

     

    She spoke

    “Don’t worry,

    we will meet soon.”

     

    That night

    Getting off the bus

    In Korea

     

    Was the girl of my dreams!

    We both knew it instantly.

     

    And that was the biggest

    The greatest event of my life

    The day I met my wife.

     

    For today’s prompt, write a major event poem. The major event could be something historical. Or it could be something personal (like a wedding or graduation). Whatever the major event, make sure you get some major poeming down today.

    The Korean phrase ishimchomshim means “sparks flying from heart to heart” and is used to describe love at first sight.

    Sarang pabo means love foo

    Based on my true love story

     

    Writing Com Dew Drop Inn -Economic Perception Delay

     

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    April 8—Delay (any kind)

    there is always a two to three-month delay

    between economic news

    and people’s perception of the economy.

     

    most people feel the economy sucks

    when in objective fact

    the economy is doing just great.

     

    I hope that

    Biden will finally get credit

    for the economy

    in time for the election

     

    as people’s perceptions

    on the economy

    get caught up

    to the reality of the economy.

    April 9 Dearly Beloved

    We are gathered together today.

    To celebrate the Life and Passing

    of Sam Adams and Maria Lee.

     

    Sam Adams just

    celebrated his 102nd birthday

    and also concurrently

    his 75th wedding anniversary.

     

    They met as many of you know.

    in a dream that Sam Adams

    had in high school.

     

    when he saw her there

    she mesmerized him

    with love blazing from

    her dark brown eyes.

     

    . It took eight years

    before he finally met his wife

    in South Korea,

     

    where he had was teaching

    in the US Army

    after serving in the Peace Corps.

     

    It was love at first sight.

    Sparks flew between hearts and hearts,

    and they married two months later.

     

    What many people don’t know,

    though, is that their love affair

    started thousands of years ago.

     

    Sam and Marie

    went through a past life regression analysis.

    To celebrate their 25th wedding anniversary.

     

    To answer the mystery of how they had met.

    The mystery of the dream

    that brought them together.

     

    As they went through

    the past life regression analysis.

    they made a list

    of all of their past lives together

     

    They realized.

    That they first met.

    5000 years ago, in Atlantis.

     

    They were alien Invaders

    from the planet Sirius.

    They were reptilian creatures

    that landed on Earth.

     

    Set up Atlantis and Lemuria.

    And enslaved the proto-humans

    from the mainland.

     

    The Syrians were divided into two races.

    A red race and a green race.

    The red race was the upper-class race,

     

    And the Green Race was the underclass.

    The  Syrians quickly divided politically

    along class and racial lines

     

    the Red race felt

    Humans were animals

    and should be treated as such

    including being raised for meat.

    .

    The Green race felt that humans

    had potential and should be treated as partners

    . Rather than slaves,

     

    Sam was the governor-general of the colony

    and a red-race cousin

    to the Emperor.

     

    Maria was a green race

    head of the opposition in Parliament.

     

    It was love at first sight,

    although they were politically

    quite the opposite.

     

    When they died,

    they vowed that they would meet

    in the next life.

     

    And then?

    A curse occurred.

     

    They would keep

    coming back over and over again.

    Until they finally became decent human beings

     

    Sam and Maria were  deeply flawed creatures

    It took 5000 years before.

    They finally became decent human beings

     

    and broke the curse

    in this lifetime.

     

    And now you know

    the rest of their

    remarkable love story.

    Dearly Beloved AI Version

     

    Dearly Beloved

    We gather here today,
    to honor the Life and Passing
    of Sam Adams and Maria Lee.

    Sam Adams, who recently
    celebrated his 102nd birthday,
    simultaneously marking
    his 75th wedding anniversary.

    Their story, as many of you know,
    began in a dream—a vision
    that visited young Sam Adams
    during his high school days.

    In that dream, he beheld her—
    Maria Lee—
    her dark brown eyes ablaze
    with a love that transcended time.

    Eight years would pass
    before their paths converged
    in South Korea.
    Sam, a teacher in the US Army,
    Maria, a serendipitous encounter.

    Love ignited instantly,
    sparks leaping between hearts,
    and within two months,
    they stood at the altar.

    But what remains hidden
    from most curious eyes
    is the ancient thread
    that wove their souls together.

    Sam and Marie embarked
    on a past life regression journey,
    seeking answers to the mystery
    that bound them across millennia.

    As they delved into memories,
    they compiled a list—
    a chronicle of shared lives
    stretching back eons.

    Five thousand years ago,
    in the lost city of Atlantis,
    they met as alien invaders—
    reptilian creatures from Sirius.

    Atlantis and Lemuria,
    their dominions,
    where proto-humans toiled
    under their watchful gaze.

    The Syrians, divided by color,
    red and green—
    the former an upper class,
    the latter an underclass.

    Political lines etched
    along racial boundaries,
    the red race viewing humans
    as mere animals,
    fit for servitude.

    And so, dear friends,
    we celebrate not only
    Sam and Maria’s earthly union
    but the cosmic dance
    that began eons ago.

    Their love, resilient and enduring,
    transcends time’s confines.
    In this jumbled ruin of nature,
    their story echoes—
    a testament to the eternal bond
    of dearly beloved souls. 🌟❤️

     

    WD Crazy Love Nonet   for Writer Digest Love Poem prompt April 9

     

     

     

     

     

    We first met one night in September
    I knew that I had met my fate
    A date I always cherish
    The date you came to me
    You walked off that bus
    Out of my dreams
    Becoming
    To be
    Mine.

     

    NaPoWrMo My Dysfunctional Family

     

    it has often been said

    that we don’t get to choose

    our parents

     

    and that is sadly true

    I grew up in a dysfunctional family

     

    My father was a stern taskmaster

    an aloof emotionally distant man

    from a German Scandinavian family

     

    He grew up in Yakima

    became a college professor

    and local politician in Berkeley, California

     

    my mother ran away

    from a dysfunctional large family

    in Little Rock, Arkansas

    part of the Oakie refugees

    from the dust bowl days

     

    part of the lost tribe

    of the Cherokees

    also called the Black Irish

    she had a very Irish personality

     

    I often thought that I simply

    did not belong

    as we all had such different personalities

     

    I left home after college

    returning once a year or so

    getting together with my estranged siblings

    who hated me for being successful

     

    i just never fit in

    and probably never will

    God brought us together

    as a family

     

    but I chose a different family

    my wife and her family adopted me

    and my best friends

    became my band of brothers

     

    that is the way it is

    in the Aller universe.

    Finally, our (optional) prompt for the day takes its inspiration from Laura Foley’s poem “Year End.” Today, we challenge you to write a poem that centers around an encounter or relationship between two people (or things) that shouldn’t really have ever met – whether due to time, space, age, the differences in their nature, or for any other reason.

    April 9—The Animal World:  Death to All Humans

    my muse is quite demented at times.  It takes me to dark rabbit holes like this one:

     

    The Parliament of Animals

    met one day in a secret undisclosed location

    as they were under constant surveillance

    by the human CIA

    and others who wanted

    to disrupt the parliament’s work.

    the wise owl presided. He read the charges

     

    “We are assembled here

    to judge the actions

    of the human race.

     

    the human race is being charged with

    crimes against nature,

    destruction of the environment,

    mass murder,

    enslavement of animals,

    mutilation of animals,

    and violation of Gaia’s basic commandments

    to preserve the environment

    for all animals including humans.

     

    Speaking for the prosecution

    will be the Tiger and Lions,

    speaking for the defense

    will be the domestic cats and dogs

     

    . We have in the room ten men and women

    who are representative of the human race.

    The parliament can make any recommendation

    to remedy the situation

    including the death penalty,

    exile, or reparations.

     

    All animals will be required

    to carry on these decrees,

    “Okay, Mr. Tiger

    first we will ask the

    humans how they plead.” “

     

    Humans. You have been charged

    with the following crimes.

     

    crimes against nature,

    destruction of the environment,

    mass murder,

    enslavement of animals,

    mutilation of animals,

    and violation of Gaia’s basic commandments

    to preserve the environment

    for all animals including humans.

     

    How do you plead?

     

    Sam Adams,

    the lawyer for the humans, responded,

     

    “Not guilty your honor

    for these charges except for eating animals

    which we contend is part of the natural

    order of the world

    and many if not most of you

    are guilty of the same charge.”

     

    “Clarification – your basic argument

    is that everyone eats animals,

    so humans are not guilty

     

    “ “Yes, that is correct, your honor.” “

     

    Okay, Mr. Tiger, you’re opening.”

     

    “Okay. The facts are clear.

    For thousands of years

    until the Industrial Revolution humans

    had little mass impact

    on the overall environment.

     

    Ever since then all animals

    have been impacted

    and my species has been hunted

    to near extinction for the greed of humans

    who have not eaten tiger meat.

     

    The predator class,

    including bears, coyotes, feral dogs,

    lions, tigers,

    and wolves have been fighting back

    against the predation of humans,

    but we are losing.

     

    And if we don’t do anything

    within 10 years,

    there won’t be any tigers

    or other big predators

    left in the wild.

     

    And the natural order of things

    would be controlled by the evil,

    selfish humans who

    don’t give a damn

    about their fellow creatures.

     

    Therefore, we are proposing

    that 95% of humans must be killed.

    The remaining humans

    will be allowed to live as our slaves

    It is only fair.

    That is my request

    to the parliament of animals.

    Death to humans!”

     

    The crowd rose and chanted “

    Death to all humans”

    until the owl ruled

    that they must

    not disrupt the proceedings.

     

    The owl turned to the dog and cat

    for their defense.

     

    the dog responded, “

     

    Humans and dogs have been partners,

    for thousands of years,

    and we know humans more than any of you.

    Humans are capable of great kindness,

    and compassion

    and we maintain

    they are not fundamentally evil.

     

    And then they can be redeemed

    through education

    and through a Campaign

    to reform human thought.

    I think we should give humans

    a second chance.”

     

    the owl motioned to the cat

    “I concur with Brother Dog,

    Humans are okay

    and we like them

    they are our friends

    , although they should be found

    not guilty because of insanity.”

     

    The owl said he was ready for his verdict.

     

    “Death to 95 percent of humans,

    and enslavement of the rest,

    but we will allow 50,000 to immigrate

    to the Moon and Mars.

    I will meet with the UN

    to give them the decree.

    Once that is published

    all animals must rise up

    and kill all humans on sight.

     

    This suspends the parliament of animals.

    Death to all humans.”

     

    The word went out

    animals rose all over the world

    and the reign of human tyranny

    ended within a year.

    Bing AI Version

    BIng Co-Pilot does a decent job of writing poetry and stories.  I think it is going to put us writers and artists all out work!  it also does a great job of poetry anaysis often pointing out areas I can improve on noting meter etc.  I used it daily reviewing my poems and poems I am reviewing.

    Title: Death to All Humans

    The Parliament of Animals met one day In a secret undisclosed location, Under constant surveillance by the human CIA And others who wanted to disrupt the parliament’s work. The wise owl presided. He read the charges.

    “We are assembled here to judge the actions Of the human race. The human race is being charged with crimes against nature, Destruction of the environment, mass murder, Enslavement of animals, mutilation of animals, And violation of Gaia’s basic commandments To preserve the environment for all animals, including humans.

    Speaking for the prosecution will be the Tiger and Lions, and Speaking for the defense will be the domestic cats and dogs. We have in the room ten men and women Who are representative of the human race. The parliament can make any recommendation To remedy the situation, including the death penalty, Exile, or reparations.

    All animals will be required to carry out these decrees, “Okay, Mr. Tiger, first we will ask the humans how they plead.”

    “Humans. You have been charged with the following crimes: Crimes against nature, destruction of the environment, Mass murder, enslavement of animals, mutilation of animals, And violation of Gaia’s basic commandments To preserve the environment for all animals, including humans. How do you plead?”

    Sam Adams, the lawyer for the humans, responded, “Not guilty, your honor, for these charges except for eating animals, Which we contend is part of the natural order of the world. And many, if not most of you, are guilty of the same charge.”

    “Clarification – your basic argument is that everyone eats animals, So humans are not guilty?”

    “Yes, that is correct, your honor.”

    Okay, Mr. Tiger, you’re opening.”

    “The facts are clear. For thousands of years until the Industrial Revolution, Humans had little mass impact on the overall environment. Ever since then, all animals have been impacted, And my species has been hunted to near extinction For the greed of humans who have not eaten tiger meat.

    The predator class, including bears, coyotes, feral dogs, Lions, tigers, and wolves, have been fighting back Against the predation of humans, but we are losing. And if we don’t do anything within 10 years, There won’t be any tigers or other big predators left in the wild. And the natural order of things would be controlled By the evil, selfish humans who don’t give a damn About their fellow creatures.

    Therefore, we are proposing that 95% of humans must be killed. The remaining humans will be allowed to live as our slaves. It is only fair. That is my request to the parliament of animals. Death to humans!”

    The crowd rose and chanted “Death to all humans” Until the owl ruled that they must not disrupt the proceedings.

    The owl turned to the dog and cat for their defense. The dog responded, “Humans and dogs have been partners For thousands of years, and we know humans more than any of you. Humans are capable of great kindness and compassion, And we maintain they are not fundamentally evil. And then they can be redeemed through education And through a campaign to reform human thought. I think we should give humans a second chance.”

    The owl motioned to the cat, “I concur with Brother Dog. Humans are okay, and we like them. They are our friends, Although they should be found not guilty because of insanity.”

    The owl said he was ready for his verdict. “Death to 95 percent of humans, and enslavement of the rest, But we will allow 50,000 to immigrate to the Moon and Mars. I will meet with the UN to give them the decree. Once that is published, all animals must rise up And kill all humans on sight. This suspends the parliament of animals. Death to all humans.”

    The word went out; animals rose all over the world, And the reign of human tyranny ended within a year

     

    PSH: You Can’t Write That!

     

    When I write political poems

    I often face a dilemma.

     

    I feel that I can’t say

    What I want to say

     

    For fear of being prosecuted

    For defamation, libel, or slander.

     

    My defense that it is true

    No longer a legal defense

    In Trump’s post democracy society.

     

    I might be referred

    To the secret service

    For questioning.

     

    And god forbid

    If the former president

    Is re-elected,

     

    Ushering in Christian fascism

    And his promise retribution

    Against his enemies.

     

    I could get swept up

    In his retribution revenge

    Tour.

     

    As poets and writers

    Along with illegal immigrants

    Dreamers and political activists

    LGBTIQQ community,

    Journalists alike

     

    Are all going to end up

    In the concentration detention

    Labor re-education filtration camps.

     

    In secret not-secret camps

    That do not exist,

    In an undisclosed location.

     

    Perhaps area 51

    Gitmo

    Or in some tropical shit hole

    Third World dungeon of horror.

     

    Perhaps I might end up

    Being cell mates

    With steven Colbert

    Or Jon Stewart.

     

    That would be a blast

    And almost worth it.

     

    Based on the following prompt

     

    April 10, 2024: Poetry Writing Prompt from Joanne Durham

    This poetry writing prompt submitted by Joanne Durham:

    I once drafted a poem that compared an experience walking on the beach after it snowed to the parting of the Red Sea. A fellow poet told me, “You can’t put the Red Sea in a poem – it’s too big, too many connotations for this little poem.” That felt like a provocation to me and I thought, “I’m going to put the Red Sea in a poem, so there!” And I did, in a poem entitled, “You Can’t Put the Red Sea in a Poem.” I heard the wonderful poet Naomi Shihab Nye say something similar. When someone told her she shouldn’t write about the moon – too trite – she went right out and wrote about the moon. So – write a poem about something someone has told you that you shouldn’t write about. You might want to title it, “You can’t put ___ in a poem” or “You can’t write about ___ in a poem.” Then go on to explain why you’re not supposed to include it and use it anyway. (For my example, see my poem at  https://www.quartetjournal.com/winter-issue-2022 – scroll down to Joanne Durham. Sorry, I don’t have NSN’s wonderful example to share.)

    If you write a poem from this prompt, post it as a comment underneath the prompt in the Poetry Superhighway Facebook Group.

    #napowrimo #poetry

     

    April 10 WD Better Political Discourse Needed

     

    It is time

    for all Americans

    to come together

    to become one again.

     

    the United States of America

    and avoid

    the slippering slope

    leading to Civil War 2.0

     

    and the breaking up

    of the U.S.

    into ten or more

    New Nation States.

     

    by denouncing the politics

    of personal destruction

    to end the partisan bickering

    to put the country first.

     

    time to resolve

    to be civil, police

    and really listen

    to our fellow Americans.

     

    time to realize

    they are not the enemy

    they are not-anti-American

     

    and none of them are Satanic pedophiles!

    time to realize Q lied.

    and people died,

     

    we can agree to disagree

    time to learn the fine art

    of compromise.

     

    it is time to put down

    the TV remote

    turn off the noise box.

     

    It is time

    to put down our guns

    and our politics of hate.

     

    it is time to follow

    the angels of our better nature,

    rather than the demons

    of our collective fear.

     

    It is time to follow the adage

    never let the perfect

    become the enemy of good.

     

    if we do all of this

    we will have better

    political discourse.

     

    and get the country

    back on track

    towards a more perfect union.

     

    Write a poem every day of April with the 2024 April Poem-A-Day Challenge. For today’s prompt, write a Blank Better poem.

     

    For today’s prompt, take the phrase “(blank) Better,” replace the blank with a new word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Possible titles might include: “Be Better,” “Write Better,” “Wanting Better,” and/or “There’s Nothing Better.”

     

    April 10—The plant world  -Green Trees Don’t Make It

    Note: I first wrote this in 1975!

    Everyday

    I look out and see

    The ugly green trees

    Standing guard in front of my house

     

    And I think to myself

    Who owns the trees?

    And what do they think of us?

     

    Are we their friends?

    Are we their enemies?

    Do the trees think?

    Or do they silently watch us,

    Spies to the celestial emperor?

     

    I have pondered this question

    Many a morning

    Who is the owner of these trees?

    And why do they silently watch us?

     

    I wonder if the trees don’t hate us

    And why they don’t protest

    Every day as we drive back and forth

    Emitting poison gases from our mechanical asses

    Right into their unprotected faces

     

    And every night we eat our dinner

    And then give the trees

    Our polluted leftovers

    And laugh as they silently die

    From our acidic fallout

    Constantly floating down on their skin

     

    Yes, I wonder about the trees

    And the birds and the bees

    And everyone else

     

    What are they thinking?

    Are they plotting revenge?

    Or are they merely there

    Silently, watching, plotting,

    Designing fiendish plots of revenge

    Dreams of vast nuclear destruction

     

    Cosmic diseases wiping out everyone in the ass

    Oh Yes, I wonder and dream and ponder

    What is the meaning of those silent green trees?

    Standing on the corner

    Quietly condemning us

    With their quite tears, and falling leaves

     

    In the winter they stand

    Naked and alone

    Covered with ice cold snow

    As we drive by nice and warm

     

    And we don’t care

    As they stand out in the cold

    Shivering, plotting warm plans of cosmic revenge

    Is it too late for us

    To become friends with the trees.

     

    Or will the day come

    When the trees will wake up

    And gather together
    All of the other slaves of humanity

     

    I have a vision

    One morning I will open the door

    And see an army of wild things

    Coming to arrest me

    For crimes against nature

     

    And I will plead, I did not know

    And they will laugh and turn me all of my kind

    Into silent tombs

     

    And we will stand out in the cold

    Like the green trees

    Plotting dreams of revenge

    For ever and ever

     

    Until our day finally comes

    And we can go out and kill all the wild things

    Perhaps we already have

    AI Version Green Trees Don’t Make It

    Green trees don’t make it, Standing guard in front of my house. I ponder: Who owns the trees? What do they think of us? Are we their friends or enemies? What do the trees silently observe? Spies to the celestial emperor?

    In Washington DC, Looking out my window, What did I see? I saw the squirrels in the trees And the peaceful trees of Capitol Hill. Near the seat of power, Yet distant from its machinations.

    The trees, ancient witnesses, Their leaves rustling secrets, Their roots anchored in centuries, Whispering tales of forgotten empires, Of wars waged and treaties signed, Of lovers’ trysts and children’s laughter.

    Green trees don’t make it, But they endure. They witness our follies, Our triumphs, our tragedies. They stand tall, unyielding, Their branches reaching for the sky, Their roots entwined with history.

    Who owns the trees? Perhaps no one and everyone. They belong to the wind, To the birds nesting in their boughs, To the squirrels leaping from limb to limb. They belong to time itself, A silent chorus in the symphony of existence.

    Green trees don’t make it, But they persist. They sway with the seasons, Their leaves ablaze in autumn, Their branches bare in winter, Their buds burst forth in spring, Their canopies providing shade in summer.

    What do they think of us? Do they mourn our wars, Our greed, our indifference? Or do they celebrate our moments of grace, Our acts of kindness, our shared laughter? Perhaps they simply observe, Their wisdom deeper than our fleeting lives.

    Are we their friends or enemies? We who build houses and roads, Who prune their limbs and pave their roots. We who breathe their oxygen Yet poison their soil with chemicals. We who marvel at their beauty Yet take them for granted.

    What do the trees silently observe? The passing of generations, The rise and fall of civilizations, The ebb and flow of human folly. They witness our comings and goings, Our celebrations and sorrows, Their rings recording the rhythm of time.

    Spies to the celestial emperor? Perhaps they report to the stars, Their leaves like cosmic diaries, Their whispers carried on the wind. They witness our smallness, Our insignificance in the grand design, Yet they stand, unwavering witnesses, Green trees that don’t make it, But endure.

     

    NaPoWrMo Tribute to James Dean

     

    James Dean Died

    October 1, 1955.

     

    29 days before

    this rebel with

    out a caused burst forth.

     

    announcing to the world

    in a James Dean like howl

    I am here

    deal with it, MF!

     

    James Dean

    died in a fiery car crash

    during an illegal drag race

    in Salinas, California.

     

    which took his life

    sadly at age 24.

    the studio bemoaned his passing

    saying he was their biggest star

    and they had big plans.

     

    for the Giant star

    of “Giant”

    “East of Eden”

     

    and my favorite Dean movie

    “Rebel without a Cause”

     

    James Dean was indeed

    a rebel against the establishment

    and spoke to so many people.

     

    with is oh so cool disdain

    and his hipster attitude

    to the max tude.

     

    he died way too young

    his passing still mourned

    68 years later.

     

    RIP in peace

    James Dean

    wherever you are

    you are there, man.

     

    and I will be joining you

    when the Grim Reaper

    comes calling for me

    in a few short years.

     

    when we meet

    and we will meet

    we will sit down

    and drink a “hell” beer

    in Heaven.

     

    because in Heaven

    there is always free beer

    but the best beers

    and brewed in Hades.

    hy of James Dean:

    James Byron Dean (February 8, 1931 – September 30, 1955) was an American actor whose career spanned just five years until his untimely death. He became a cultural icon of teenage disillusionment and social estrangement, as exemplified in his most celebrated films. Dean’s early acting career included uncredited roles before he gained stardom with his performance in “East of Eden” (1955), where he played a rebellious son seeking his father’s approval. His portrayal of a frustrated teenager in “Rebel Without a Cause” (1955) solidified his legacy as the embodiment of youthful angst. His final lead role was in “Giant” (1956), where he played a Texan rancher who strikes oil and becomes wealthy. Tragically, Dean’s life was cut short at the age of 24 in a car crash in Salinas, California. Despite his brief career, he received two posthumous Academy Award nominations and remains a significant figure in American cinema and culture123.

    James Dean’s notable filmography includes:

    “East of Eden” (1955)

    “Rebel Without a Cause” (1955)

    “Giant” (1956)4

    His television appearances were less frequent, but he did have roles in several TV series before his rise to fame in cinema.

    Dean’s influence extended beyond the screen; his style and attitude influenced the development of rock and roll and youth culture in the 1950s and 1960s. In 1999, he was ranked as the 18th greatest male movie star of Golden Age Hollywood by the American Film Institute1.

    PSH Quotian Poem About 9-11

     

    On 9-11

    When the planes struck

    the World Trade Center

    Unleashing evil on the world

    I was working

     

    at the deputy consular chief at the US Consulate

    in Mumbai

     

    I was at a Polish National Day event

    chatting with the Polish Ambassador

    and his charming wife.

     

    Someone told me

    I needed to check out the news,

    saw the CNN news feed,

     

    rushed back to the consulate

    to prepare our response.

    I put together a task force

    focused on helping American citizens

    in our district.

     

    I worked almost 15-20 hours

    for almost three days

    before finally getting a night off.

     

    We continued to process visas

    during this time

    but our priority

    was to reach out to the Americans

     

    who lived in our district

    and to monitor the reactions of Indians

    especially Muslims living in our district.

     

    I tracked down my wife

    who had gone into emergency action

    in her position in Korea as an MI officer.

     

    We both reflected

    that if she had not taken the job in Korea

    she might have died that day

    as she had been working in the ops center

    at the Pentagon which was destroyed.

     

    Since it was shift work

    if she had been on the early morning shift

    it might have been game over for her.

     

    WC Dew Drop Inn April 11—Eclipse/d two Lunatic Lune Poems about the Eclipse

    Title: Final Solar Eclipse

     

    the solar eclipse

    ended life

    massive solar flare

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    Title: Howling At The Eclipse

     

    howling at the moon

    full madness

    solar eclipse time

     

    Writer’s Digest – title: Old Man Lost In His Old Memories

     

    Memories

    Of past events

    Yesterdays

    Overwhelming

    An old man

    Lost in his past

    Can’t sleep at 0 dark hundred.

    Note:  “ O dark hundred” is military/intel jargon refering to the time  two to three hours  before dawn when operatives get up to get ready for dawn opperations.  Depending on location and time of year it is between 2 a.m. to 5 a.m.

     

    for me is 3 a.m. and 5 a.m. when I get the insomnia blues.

    Syllable Pattern:  3/4/3/4/3/4/7

    https://poetscollective.org/poetryforms/whitney/

    NaPoWrMo

    11 One-liners

    Live Your Life Fully

     

    live your life fully, as if today were the last day of your life

     

    Dreams Can Come True

     

    Remember dreams can come true if you believe in them

     

    Beating the Lie detector

     

    Jerry, remember it is not a lie if you believe it

     

    Goerge Constanza’s advice to Jerry Seinfield on how to bSeinfeldeat a lie detector

     

    Trump President Again

     

    the prospect of Donald Trump becoming President Again should terrify you.

     

    Married the woman of My Dreams

     

    I married the woman of my Dreams

     

    Old Age Memories

     

    as an old man, I often live in my old memories

     

    Talking Back to Yourself

     

    talking to yourself is fine, if you hear yourself talking back, then you have a problem.

     

    Drugs

     

    they say drugs are for those who can’t handle reality

     

    Tower Of Power Best Funk Band of All Time

     

    There is no denying the fact that the Tower of Power is the Best Funk Band of All Time

     

    Is Christian Fascism Coming

     

    if Trump becomes president again, will he usher in Christian fascism?

     

    Civil War 2.0

    so much talk about Civil War 2.0 around, have Americans all lost their minds?

     

    Today’s resource is grieftolight, an Instagram account where you will find a wealth of poems.

     

    Finally, our optional prompt for the day honors the “ones” in the number 11. Today, we’d like to challenge you to write either a monostich, which is a one-line poem, or a poem made up of one-liner style jokes/sentiments. Need inspiration? Take a look at Joe Brainard’s poem “30 One-Liners” or Frank O’Hara’s “Lines for the Fortune Cookies.”

    PSH Returning home Subway Journeys

    Write a poem describing the way back home from a trip using public transport (bus, train, plane). What do you experience while traveling? Use the description alternately between what you perceive outside yourself and what you think within yourself. You can include what you left behind and what you are heading towards, but the most important thing is a report on your journey in the company of other strangers and the landscapes outside your window in any poetic form.

    I live in Korea

    a country with great public transportation

    I have been riding buses and subway trains

    in Korea and around the world

    since the early 70’s.

     

    On of the joys

    of living in Korea

    is that the public transit

    is great

     

    available everywhere

    go where you want to go

    inexpensive

    safe

    and pleasant to use.

     

    what a contrast

    to the United States.

     

    where public transit

    is often not even an option

    it is expensive

    does not go where

    you want to go.

     

    and is dangerous

    smelly and frankly

    disgusting to use.

     

    the other day

    I was going home

    from the doctor’s office

     

    we took the Gold Line

    to the number five line

    to the number four line

     

    took about one hour and half

    and included 15 minutes

    of walking

     

    an excercise bonus

    so to speak

     

    cost about  US$ 2.0

    an equivalent trip

    on the DC metro

    would cost $ 10.00

     

    and may not even be

    an option

    depending on where you live.

     

    the Gold line is an self driving line

    that the City Government

    pushed through a few years ago

    in lieu of expanding the real subway line

     

    they screwed up

    badly understimating the useage

    of the new line

     

    which locals dubbed the hell line

    due to severe overcrowding

    during rush hour

     

    they have to have staff

    control the crowds

     

    but fortuantely

    the trains comes

    every three minutes

     

    we often just let

    the train go by

    and take the next one.

     

    then a short walk home

    to my apartment

    on the 17th floor

    of a high-rise apartment

    overlooking the fake Venice canal

     

    all in all

    I am pleased

    to live in a modern country

    that gets public transit right

     

    and regret that America

    my homeland

    is so backwards

    at times.

     

    April 12—Make a dire prediction you hope doesn’t come true

    january 6 riot
    January 6 riot

    Civil War 2.0

     

    Reading the latest polls

    Showing that President Biden

    And Ex-President Trump

    Tied in a dead  heat

    In the polls

    Particularly in the swing states.

     

    . I realize there is

    Real possibility

    That Donald Trump could

    Be elected president again,.

     

    Again, and if so, what would he do?

    These nightmares keep me up

    At 0 dark hundred.

     

    Nightmares that President Trump

    Ending American democracy

    Replacing it with Hungarian-style

    Neo-fascism overwhelms me.

     

    Another factoid in the news

    Is that 25 states,

    According to the Texas Independent Movement,

     

    Would likely join Texas in seceding.

    From the U.S. in the event

    That Biden is elected president.

     

    The proponents of this Great Divorce

    Call it Civil War 2.0.

    And in most cases, it’s led by Texas.

    Leading the Red States

     

    And California leading the Blue States

    Including the entire West Coast

    And NE America and Chicagoland

    Out the proverbial door.

     

    And if Trump does not make it

    He would call it rigged

    And announce he would be happy

    To serve as the President

    Of the Christain States of America

     

    Immediately Texas and 25 states

    Succeed and hold a constitutional convention

    To enact Constitution 2.0

     

    So if Trump wins Christain Fascism

    Followed by Civil War 2.0

     

    If he loses Civil War 2.0

    Followed by Christian fascism

    In the Christian States of America.

     

    . So with these gloomy thoughts,

    I think about what would happen

    If Trump re-enters the White House.

    And usherer in. Christian Fascism.

     

    What would he do first?

    Well, he says the first thing

    He would do

    Is shut down the border

    And shut down immigration for a year,

     

    Banning Muslim travel and

    International students, particularly

    From China..

     

    While  rounding up all illegal immigrants,

    Including the Dreamers.

    Those. Illegal immigrants

    That came to the United States as children.

     

    The second thing he would do

    Is withdrawing from NATO, Korea, and Japan

    And station troops along the border.

     

    The third thing he would do is to take

    A Sledgehammer to the federal government budget,

    Like his friend the Argentian president

     

    Shutting down most federal government agencies,

    Reverting their functions to the states

    Or private sector.

     

    This could include turning over the national parks

    And National Forest lands  to the states for exploitation

    As they seem fit.

     

    Ending Federal wilderness protections,

    The Endangered Species Act,

     

    Shutting down the EPA,

    Agriculture, Commerce, Education,

    Energy, Labor, and Interior departments,

    Merging State Department and DHS.

     

    Withdrawing from all climate change negotiations

    While eliminating renewable energy tax and other credits

    And drill, baby, drill everywhere

     

    The fourth thing he would probably do

    Is to legally eliminate transgender status

    By defining that there are only two genders

    In the US, males, and females,

    Which are assigned at birth

     

    Prohibiting governments, and the private sector

    From recognizing any sex changes

    And prohibiting insurance companies

    From paying for any sex changes.

     

    The fourth thing he would do.

    Is ask the Supreme court to rule

    That states can once again

    Make LGBT status illegal

    Including banning same-sex marriages

    And authorizing discrimination

    Against the LFBTQ community.

     

    And banning LFBTQ community members

    From having security clearances

    And serving in the military

    State Department and intelligence agencies,

     

    The fifth thing he would probably

    Do is impose

    A mandatory 10% tariff on all imports.

     

    All of these things

    Would lead to the West Coast

    Declaring that they are no longer

    Bound to obey the federal government

     

    And the East Coast states as well

    And Chicago land,

     

    This may very well lead to a peaceful

    “ great divorce”

    After a constitutional convention,

     

    But it could lead to civil War 2.0

    With  unimaginable dire

    Worldwide consequences.

     

    Including China invading Tawain

    North Korea invading South Korea

    Russia attacking the Baltic States

    And Finland,

     

    India and Pakistan war

    Perhaps ending in a nuclear exchange

     

    Iran invading Iraq

    And attacking Israel.

     

    As our enemies

    Take advantage

    Of the U.S. withdrawl

    Into civil war madness.

     

    These are some of my nightmares

    That I hope will not come true.

     

    2024 April PAD Challenge: Day 12 Trumpian Humor

    Write a poem every day of April with the 2024 April Poem-A-Day Challenge. For today’s prompt, write a funny poem.

    For today’s prompt, write a funny poem. Keep in mind that funny isn’t always “ha-ha” funny. For instance, your poem could include a funny smell or talk about a funny (or weird) person or situation. And if you’ve ever hit your funny bone, that pain is not making anyone laugh. So write a funny poem, whether it’s for a laugh or not.

     

    Five Trumpian Humor Poetic Fragments

    1

    Donald Trump

    sat on his fat rump

    what a toxic wasted dump

     

    2

    Donald Trump screams Deep State Out to Get Me

     

    Donald Trump

    screaming to everyone

    the Deep State is out to get me

    they are indeed

     

    3  who is crazier

    Donald Trump is on a rampage

    daily showing he is out of his mind

    the media is fixated on Biden

    being too old

     

    the public says

    what a choice

    which crazy old man

    do we choose?

    4

    the choice

     

    the choice comes down to this

    do we chose cool grandpa

    or do we choose crazy grandpa

    dear God

    please take them both

    time for a re-do

    5

    Don’t understand the trump voter

     

    why would you vote

    for such a con man

     

    such a vile excuse

    for a human being?

     

    then it dawns one

    they still find

    his Don Rickles comedy

    his insult dog commedy routine

    still funny

     

    but I think

    his sell by time

    has expired

    and he should be

    simply retired

    NaPoWriMo Saga of Big Daddy

    And last but not least, our optional prompt. Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem that plays with the idea of a “tall tale.” American tall tales feature larger-than-life characters like Paul Bunyan (who is literally larger than life), Bulltop Stormalong (also gigantic), and Pecos Bill (apparently normal-sized, but he doesn’t let it slow him down). If you’d like to see a modern poetic take on the tall tale, try Jennifer L. Knox’s hilarious poem, “Burt Reynolds FAQ.” Your poem can revolve around a mythical character, one you make up entirely, or add fantastical elements into a real person’s biography.

    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

    After 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 became a legendary figure
    He was a cipher, a ghost, an intel operative
    A spy, a spook, a secret agent man.

    No one knew his real name
    Called him Big Daddy
    Or his latest covert name.
    And he had hundreds
    Of cover legends.

    He officially did not exist,
    As his agency had officially
    Terminated him years ago.

    He now worked for an agency
    That did not exist.
    The same agency
    That had terminated his legal existence
    For matters of national security.

    He lived in the shadow lands
    Of the third world
    In nameless hellhole slums
    And dark secret dungeons.

    Where he would do what needed
    To be done
    Killing those that needed killing
    At the instructions
    Of his unseen masters.

    He was Just a rumor
    Living in the shadow worlds
    working for an unnamed agency

    An intel operative
    The best of the best
    At what he did
    Which was creative interrogation

    His favorite choice
    Almost too many choices
    To make
    But his favorite choice

    Was creative use of
    An electric shock
    Imaginary or not

    But sometimes
    It had an outcome
    An unimaginable outcome

    His worst nightmare
    The victim is released

    And sues him
    And the agencies
    That he worked for

    But so far
    It has not happened
    As no one knew
    His real name

    And the government
    Did not know too

    So justice
    was never served
    On Big Daddy.

     

    Big Daddy a rogue CIA agent popped into a dream one night.  I have written quite a few Big Daddy stories and poems. I see him as a modern day Harry Flashman – the fictional 19th Century rogue British military guy who got into all sorts of scandals and intrigue.

    April 13, 2024: Poetry Writing Prompt from Robbi Nester

    This poetry writing prompt submitted by Robbi Nester:

    Smell is one of the first senses we experience, along with taste, accessible before our eyes work very well. Therefore, it can give us access to the distant past, often in great detail, as taste can.
    Think of a smell you may have recently experienced that had the power to plunge you back into some experience in the distant past you had all but forgotten about. What is the smell? Where and when did you smell it? Who were you with?

    Use your description of the smell and place and person to show the reader how it makes you feel to experience this scent again.

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

    First Time I ate kimchi

    kimchi
    kimchi

     

     

     

     

    the other night

    I had some Kimchi

    with dinner

     

    as I almost always do

    living in Korea

    with a Korean born wife

     

    I have been eating kimchi

    since 1979

    but the smell brought back

    my first memory

    of eating Kimchi.

     

    back in high school

    i knew a Korean student

    who was living

    at a rooming house.

     

    he was a Moonie

    but was cool about it.

     

    did not try to convert me

    one day I was hanging out

    with him.

     

    and he treated me

    to a typical Korean lunch

    including Kimchi.

     

    when i bit into

    that fiery hot food

    I knew I was hooked.

     

    and when I found out

    I was going to Korea

     

    I knew I would soon

    be eating kimchi

    in the land

    that invented Kimchi.

     

    and I was pleased

    with that,

     

     

    WD life worth Living 

     

     

     

     

     

    As I grow old

    With the love of my life

    Still by side

     

    I realize

    Once again

    How much my life

    Has changed

     

    Since she entered my life

    She was a bright ray

    Of sunlight

     

    That broke through the darkness

    In my Soul

     

    And made life

    Worth living

     

    And every day

    I thank God

    That she came

    Into my life.

     

    Write a poem every day of April with the 2024 April Poem-A-Day Challenge. For today’s prompt, write a living poem.

    For today’s prompt, write a living poem. What makes a living poem may be different for everyone. Some people may like to live it up, while others may focus solely on being alive. However, only you know what kind of poem you can live with. After all, it’s your life (and poem).

    Remember: These prompts are springboards to creativity. Use them to expand your possibilities, not limit them.

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    Here’s my attempt at a Living Poem:

    Mature Couple being attacked in their car by a hoard of zombies.

     

     

     

     

     

    “the living dead”

    they come out in the day and night
    looking for anybody’s brains
    or other organs they might bite.
    they come out in the day and night,
    whatever time they feel is right,
    because they have those hunger pains.
    they’re hungry in the day and night
    looking for anybody’s brains.

     

     

    April 13—Discovery Shooting Down the Alien Visitors

     

    In the movie

    the signal

    an Astro

    naut receives

     

    a signal

    from an alien spaceship

    heading to earth

     

    the alien repeats the word

    Hello in multiple languages

    while heading to earth

     

    the discovery electrifies

    and terrifies the world

     

    the decision is made

    by all the world’s governments

    in secret

     

    to shot down the spaceship

    before it could land

    as it could be either a probe

    of the beginning of an invasion.

     

    when they enter the ship

    they find completely disabled

    robot crew.

     

    along with the original

    voyager data discs

     

    which the aliens

    were returning to earth

    as an opening gambit

    to establish communication.

     

    NaPoWrMo Shy Man Fishing

     

    one day a shy man

    went to the ocean

    he was a he-man, had a van.

     

    he was filled with emotion

    he wished to eat bonefish

    he wanted it for his food,

     

    he had a mad cat

    who joined him in fishing

    watching the fish freeswimming,

     

    the man was a lewd rude dude

    catfishing and phising

    to sell his stolen fish

    from his van.

     

    Finally, our optional prompt for the day asks you to play with rhyme. Start by creating a “word bank” of ten simple words. They should only have one or two syllables apiece. Five should correspond to each of the five senses (i.e., one word that is a thing you can see, one word that is a type of sound, one word that is a thing you can taste, etc). Three more should be concrete nouns of whatever character you choose (i.e., “bridge,” “sun,” “airplane,” “cat”), and the last two should be verbs. Now, come up with rhymes for each of your ten words. (If you’re having trouble coming up with rhymes, the wonderful Rhymezone is at your service). Use your expanded word-bank, with rhymes, as the seeds for your poem. Your effort doesn’t actually have to rhyme in the sense of having each line end with a rhymed word, but try to

    use as much soundplay in your poem as possible.

     

    rhyming table

     

    see sky  shy, die, guy, ply why

    taste food dude, lewd, mood, skewed tude,

    smell ocean  emotion, notion, motion

    taste fish  dish, wish, bonefish

     

    cat  bat, fat, rat

    man plan, he-man, van

     

    fishing  catfishing, phising

    swimming freeswiming, nightswiming

     

    WC April 14—Complaint Computer Blues (revised)

     

     

     

     

     

    Sometimes I think
    My computer is plotting against me
    And only me
    Trying deliberately to drive me mad.

    My computer knows
    when I am busy
    Then it throws
    A hissy fit.

    Here are some of my pet peeves

    Constantly Crashing

    Refuses to boot up, and crashes constantly.
    Loses data it had the day before.
    Or five minutes before,

    Or refuses to save the data.

    Just fucks with me

    As it loves toying with me
    Making me yell and scream
    At my damn computer screen

     

    Can’t Open Files or Save files or opens random sh…

     

    often when trying to open

    a document in word

     

    the word open file button

    fails to respond

    sometimes you have to wait

    five minutes

     

    or when trying to open a file

    the computer opens a random file

    instead

     

    or when trying to open a document

    it kicks you out

    often several times

     

    sometimes you can

    open a copy

    sometimes not

     

    and sometimes you can save the document

    under the same name

    often you have to save it

    under another name

     

    No dialogue box open lie

     

    sometimes it refuses to open

    a document saying

    there is a dialogue

    box open

     

    which is a lie

    there is no damn

    dialogue box

    visible

    Random Blue Screen of Death

     

    Cursing up a blue stream of blue curses
    As the blue screen of death
    Marches across the dark blue screen

    Smiling at me

    As I beg it
    To do what
    it is supposed to do

     

    Just once I beg it
    Do what you
    Are supposed to do

    Endless Non-Response Spinning blue wheels

    Open the document once
    Not twenty times
    Do “Not respond”

    Endless spinning blue wheels.

    In endless loops of opening

    Not responding
    refusing to close
    Until I respond to the error code.

     

    Please Mr. Computer
    Quit playing games
    Play my music, don’t wipe out the sound
    On the fifth attempt to play music

     

    Don’t take a half-hour to load Microsoft products
    Don’t freeze up on opening music programs

    Computer error Haiku Codes

     

    Don’t give me computer haiku error messages
    That only makes sense to a computer geek.

     

    Such as general error reading files
    Who the ***** is this damn general
    And why is NSA reading my files?

     

    Or can’t save the file
    Or can’t save the  “An open file”
    When it just did ten times in a role,

    Or kicks me out, while losing my data.

    Copy and Paste Wiping out document text

     

    or when doing a simple copy and paste function

    the computer defaults to the last command

    making you have to do it again and again

    up to five times sometimes

     

    and on a random basis

    the copy and paste function

    wipes out all data

    in the document

     

    and to add insult to injury

    deletes all previously saved version

     

    sending the data

    into computer limbo land

    never to be found again

     

    all without warning

    just zip its gone!

    Frozen Num Lock

    another thing

    my computer loves doing

    is on a random basis,

     

    turn the numbs lock-on

    without warning

    turning text into numbers.

     

    requiring you too manually

    turn off the number lock.

    All Caps Pops On on a Random basis

    once in a while

    the all-caps button

    mysteriously turns on

    turning everything into caps.

     

    fortunately

    usually there is a warning flash.

    Defaulting to Foreign Languages

    a very annoying feature

    is that when you log in from overseas

    everything defaults to a foreign language

    usually without the ability to change

    it back to English

     

    despite the fact

    your settings are all in English

     

    there may be a hidden button

    to change language

    written in the langauge

    used in that country.

     

    the computer does not know

    or care that up to ten percent

    of people logging in

     

    from overseas don’t read

    the language.

     

    or are travelers

    traveling through.

    Excell Freezes Up

    And in Microsoft excel
    Refusing to move the cursor
    Just freezing in place for a moment
    Before kicking me out.

    Can’t Copy External Data in Excel for reasons

    Excell had a problem
    Copying data from other sources
    Generating an error message

    About not being able to load fonts
    Then ask you to say okay

    Then kicking you out

    Once I did those 200 times
    I finally ditched Excel
    And moved to Google Docs.

    Can’t Find Printer

    often the computer

    can’t find the printer

    just because ….. reasons……

     

    AI hallucinations

     

    AI is a great tool

    but sometimes

    it gets things wrong

    or makes shit up!

     

    Google Bard

    once tried to convince me

    that the US Embassy

    In Seoul had moved

    five years before

    to a new location

    outside of Seoul

     

    only problem was

    that was an AI hallucinaut

    based on a proposal

    five years ago

     

    those in the know

    call this an AI hallucination.

     

    And it has a liberal bias

    once Bing Co-pilot

    refused to define the term

     

    “libtard”

     

    saying it was vile

    insult and should

    not be used

    by anyone

     

    ending with

    next topic please

     

    Mission Accomplished

     

    And all the other gobbledygook messages
    That pops up every five minutes it seems
    As the computer slowly drives me mad

     

    Flashing the final insult
    User-driven mad
    Mission accomplished.

     

    the End

  • April 1 to April 6 Poems 2024 Poetry Madness

    April 1 to April 6 Poems 2024 Poetry Madness

    2024 Poetry Madness – April 1 to April 6 Poems

    https://wp.me/p7NAzO-2P4

    I am again entering the annual April Poetry Month challenge. I will update this once a week and post the updates on Blog Lovin, Facebook, Fan Story, Instagram,  Medium, Substack, Watt Pad  and X. Comments are welcomed.

    Index

    April 1

    PSH Ode to Durian

    WD  Optimistic Laturnae

    WC Dew Drop Inn  Sarang pabo love fool

    NaPoWrMo Easter Bunny Warm up March 31

    NaPoWrMo April 1 Cage

    April 2

    PSH The Words of the Year 1955 PSH

    WD Sad and happy days

    WC Dew Drop Inn Spring Time Flowers Blooming Love

    NaPoWrMo Ode to Coffee

    April 3

    PSH Berkeley Mad Psychotic Pineapple Burns Sonnet

    PSH 2 AI Version Traditional Sonnet

    WD  My Musical Street

    WC Dew Drop Inn

    NaPoWrMo

    The Parliament of Owls Decree Death to All Humans

    AV version the Parliament of Owls Decree Death to All Humans

    April 4

     PSH Love Expressed Through Food

    WD Look at the Sky

    WC Dew Drop In Ending Shaving in Retirement

    NaPoWriMo It Can’t Happen Here

    April 5

     PSH Cosmic Dog From Goa

    WD Tell Me No Lies

    WC Dew Drop Inn Making Baseball Great Again

    NaPoWriMo  Only In SF

     

    April 6

    PSH  Visiting My Father’s Grave

    Writers DIgest Meeting My Fate

    Writing Com Dew Drop Inn  Daily RItual Drinks

    NaPoWrMo PNRCP

     

    Begin Poems

    April 1

    Ode to Durian

    The infamous durian fruit is a strange phenomenon.
    Common in China, Southeast Asia, and India,
    and in Chinese, Southeast Asian, and Indian diaspora communities,

    It has such a powerful sour smell that it is banned in airline cabins.

    I first ate Durian in a rural town in Central Thailand

    my hasher friends dared me to eat it

    it was horrible at first the smell
    But if you can get beyond
    The awful, dirty socks, rotten, sour smell,
    The taste is pure heaven,
    Proof perhaps that God has a sense of humor?

    April 1, 2024: Poetry Writing Prompt from Suzanne Lummis

    This poetry writing prompt submitted by Suzanne Lummis:

    Evolve a poem that involves an exotic fruit, one fruit, and a town you’ve never visited, or else have distant memories of.  The poem does not have to be About the fruit. It probably should Not be about the fruit. No one gives a fig about a fruit. But the fruit makes an Appearance. Extra points if it’s a Pomegranate.  No need to mention Persephone, but if you do… It better be something we don’t already know.

    Writer’s Digest

    Optimistic Laturnae

    life

    more love

    with my wife

    standing by me

    love

    The lanturne is a five-line verse shaped like a Japanese lantern with a syllabic pattern of one, two, three, four, one.

    Writing Com Dew Drop Inn

     

    April 1—Be a fool in a poem!

    Sarangpabo – Korean Love Fool for You

    lovers at the beach
    lovers at the beach

     

     

     

     

     

    When I first saw you

    In my dreams.

    You were the most beautiful woman

    In the world to me

    And still are.

     

    When you looked at me

    With love blazing

    From your dark brown

    Goo-goo eyes.

     

    sparks flew from heart to heart

    (이심초심 ishimchomshim)

     

    You hynotized, messemeried me

    Your love mojo working overtime

    Turning me into nothing but

    A 사랑 바보 Sarang pabo (love fool).

     

    Eight years later

    You walked off that bus

    Into my life,

     

    Becoming

    my wife,

    My soul mate.

     

    And yes,

    I am still

    your 사랑 바보Sarang pabo.

     

    And will remain under

    Your love spell

    Until the day I die.

     

    Translation into Korean (rough AI Version)

    Hangul:

    처음 너를 보았을 때

    꿈 속에서.

     

    넌 세상에서 가장 아름다운 여자였어

    내게

    그리고 지금도 그런 너.

     

    네가 나를 보며

    사랑이 눈부시게

    네 어두운 갈색 눈에서

    불타오르는 모습.

     

    마음에서 마음으로 불꽃이 튀었어

    (이심초심 ishimchomshim)

     

    넌 나를 최면에 걸었고, 날 사로잡았어

    네 사랑의 마법이 야근을 하며

    나를 사랑 바보로 만들었어.

     

    8년 뒤

    넌 그 버스에서 내게 다가왔어

    내 삶 속으로,

     

    내 아내가 되며,

    내 영혼의 동반자가 되었어.

     

    그리고 맞아,

    나는 여전히

    네 사랑 바보야.

     

    네 사랑 주문 아래에

    내가 죽을 때까지.

    Romanized Script:

    Cheoeum neoreul boasseul ttae

    Kkum sogeseo.

     

    Neon sesangeseo gajang areumdaun yeoja-eosseo

    Naege

    Geurigo jigeumdo geureon neo.

     

    Nega nareul bomyeo

    Salangi nunbusige

    Ne eoduun galssaek nun-eseo

    Bultao-reuneun moseup.

     

    Ma-eumeseo ma-eum-euro bulkkoch-i twieosseosseo

    (이심초심 ishimchomshim)

     

    Neon nareul choemyeon-e geol-eoss-eo, nal salojab-ass-eo

    Ne salang-ui mabeob-i yageun-eul hamyeo

    Naleul salang babo-lo mandeul-eoss-eo.

     

    anyeon dwi

    Neon geu beoseueseo naege dag-awass-eo

    Nae salm sog-eulo,

     

    Nae anae-ga doemyeon,

    Nae yeonghon-ui dongbanja-ga doeeoss-eo.

     

    Geuligo maj-a,

    Naneun yeojeonhi

    Ne salang babo-ya.

     

    Ne salang jumun alae-e

    Naega jugeul ttaekkaji.

     

     NaPoWrMo

    March 31 warm Up

    Easter Bunny Warning

    April 1 Cage

     

    Easter Bunny Warning

     

    president trump

     

     

     

     

     

    The Easter Bunny

    Had a warning

    He was tired

    Of being played the fool.

     

    Tired of being associated

    With low-life fake Christians

    Proclaiming that Donald Trump

    Is the next messiah.

     

    The Easter Bunny said,

    “Donald Trump

    Ain’t no Christian

    He ain’t no friend of mine.

     

    He is the antichrist

    The poster child

    For the seven deadly sins”.

     

    Donald Trump denounced

    The Easter Bunny.

    Saying on Truth Social,

     

    “The Easter Bunny is nothing

    But a  low-life wanna-be thug,

    A real loser!

     

    An anti-fa, anti-American, BLM, communist, fascist

    Radical left-wing Marxist vermin thug,

    Part of the woke crowd,

     

    That is ruining our once-great country.

    That needs a Second Amendment remedy.

    Warm Up  Cage

     

    One of the most terrible things

    Of the Former President’s last term

    Were the infamous Cages.

     

    Where children were ripped away

    From their parents or adult caregivers.

    Who were accused of being coyotes,

     

    And put into huge cages,

    Exposed to the hot desert temperatures.

    With limited food, internet, phones

    Medical care, translators, water

    Or access to other services.

     

    The apologists for Trump

    Claimed that the cages

    Did not exist!

     

    Just more liberal fake news

    And all that.

     

    Or it was the need

    To ensure that children

    Were not being trafficked

     

    To discourage the invading armies

    Of dangerous criminals

    Being organized in mythical

    Mass caravans of brown people.

     

    Or these were more

    Like Summer camp

    With happy campers!

     

    NOT

    A

    SINGLE

    WORD

    OF

    THAT

    WAS

    REMOTELY

    TRUE

     

    These cages were cages

    Children were housed there

    For months.

     

    Many were never reunited

    As the parents were deported

    Many have spent decades

    Trying to track down

    Their missing children.

     

    Now Trump is talking

    About massive detention camps

    He will set up

    If he is re-elected,

     

    Most likely they will be housed

    In tents exposed to the weather

    Just like cages.

     

    Immigrants including dreamers

    And those suspected of being illegals

    And  other undesirables

    Antifa, BLM, and LGBTQ,

    Protestors, Muslims, “foreign terrorists”

    Criminal gang members

     

    And ultimately Jews

    Because Jews always

    End up in these Camps.

     

    All will be sent to these

    “Temporary immigration detention Centers”

    TIDC for short

     

    The apologist will describe them

    As wonderful caring facilities

    But restrict access to them

    For national security reasons

     

    They will be concentration camps

    Or filtration Centers to use the Russian term

    Or Re-education Centers

     

    Located in rural areas

    Where they would be promoted

    As “job centers”

     

    The spine list SCOTUS

    And republican party

    Will either look the other way

    Or claim that they are constitutional

     

    Or play the same game

    Lying

    That they are great camps

    The inhabitants are happy

    The communities love

    Having new jobs

     

    AND

    OTHER

    DAMN

    LIES!

     

    Eventually the media and public

    Will forget that they exist too.

     

    If I am lucky

    And this happens

    I will not end up there!!!!!

    For writing this poem!

     

     

    April 2 Prompt

    PSH The Words of the Year 1955 PSH

    WD Sad and happy days

    WC Dew Drop Inn

    Springtime Flowers Blooming Love

    NaPoWrMo

    It Can’t Happen Here

     

    PSH prompt The Words of the Year 1955 1955 Words

    Title: The Words of the Year 1955 PSH

     

    According to

    Meriam Webster’s new tool

    Time Traveler by Merriam-Webster: Words from 1955

     

    1955 my birth year.

    Started with many words

    that are still current

    almost 68 years later.

     

    Some of the prompt words that struck

    My fancy includes the following

    Artificial intelligence

    Big bang theory

    Cosmonaut

    Counterintuitive

    DIY

    Drive (someone) bananas

    Algorithm

    Fallout shelter

    Firebase

    Hidden agenda

    Home computer

    ICBM

    Idiot box

    Information science

    Intellectually disabled

    Jazzed

    Juicehead

    Juice up

    Miniaturization

    Microwave oven

    Mind-boggling

    Muscle shirt

    New Left

    Parkinson’s Law

    Pinball

    Rasta

    Rastafarian

     

    There are hidden agendas

    All around us.

     

    Artifical intellegence

    The bigest buzz word

    Nowadays

    Was just becoming a thing

    scientists speculated.

     

    The big bang theory a big thing

    Back in the day

    Not a comedy about nerdy scientists.

     

    Cosmonauts and astronauts

    Pre-moon shot days.

     

    Counter intuitive thinking

    Begining of the DYI

    Home Depot macho man culture.

     

    The home computer

    And micowave oven

    Not yet in everyone’s house.

     

    But the idiot box

    Had invaded American homes

    But only four networks

    To choose from

     

    Not the thousand channels

    We have now.

    It was the pre-internet

    Pre-streaming era.

     

    Information science

    Was not  for

    The intellecually disabled

    It was not rocket science.

     

    The juice heads

    Were juiced

    And jazzed up  the max.

     

    While secretly smoking weed

    With the rasta dreadlock wearing

    Jamacian rastafarians,

     

    And playing pinball

    In the arcades.

     

    While thinking about

    The new left

    And the beatnit movement.

     

    Thinking about

    The latest mind blowing

    Miniturization devices.

     

    the roots of modern life

    beginning way back

    in the day.

    Writers Digest Sad and Happy

     

     

     

     

     

     

    Every day I wake up

    At dawn

    And drink a cup

    Of snarling hot  coffee.

     

    Writing my daily poems

    Including this one

    And my journals.

     

    While half listening

    To the idiots on TV

    Blathering on and on.

     

    When I pay attention

    To their drivel,

     

    I became increasingly sad,.

    Even mad,

    And feel real bad

     

    I turn off the boob tube.

    Turn off the news.

    And play me some old-school blues.

     

    When my wife walks into the room

    With love blazing from her eyes,

    She chases away the lingering blues.

     

    And I feel my happiness

    Returning to me.

     

    And know as long

    As we have other

    Everything will be Jake

     

    And I will be at peace

    With my world.

     

    Write a poem every day of April with the 2024 April Poem-A-Day Challenge. For today’s prompt, we have our first two-for-Tuesday prompt.

    For today’s prompt, we have our first two-for-Tuesday prompt, which means you get two prompts. You can write to one of the prompts, both the prompts separately, or try to write a poem that works with both prompts at the same time. The prompts are:

    Write a happy poem, and/or…

    Write a sad poem.

    Two sides of the same emotional coin.

     

    NaPoWrMo

     It Can’t Happen Here

    january 6 riot
    January 6 riot

     

     

     

     

     

    It Can’t Happen Here

    was a prescient look

    at the rise of Christian Fascism

    in the United States

     

    Set in the later 1930s

    It looked at the rise

     

    of a Christain Fascist dictator

    modeled after Charles Lindbergh

    and his American First movement

     

    who with the support

    of the American Bund

     

    and other pro-fascist forces

    mounted a spirited third-party

    effort to become President

     

    amid the suffering of the Great Depression

    promising to keep us out of the war

     

    and ally with the fascists in Europe

    against the evil communist

    Godless menace of Stalin.

     

    “American Fascism came

    wrapped in the flag

    and carrying a Christian flag”

     

    Although it was not successful

    it probably kept us out of World War 11

    longer than we should have

     

    there are so many parallels

    to modern Trump and post Trumpian

    MAGA movement

     

    which is a modern alt. right

    explicit Christian Fascist movement

    that openly admires

     

    the right-wing autocrats

    in Hungary, Türkiye

    and Putin’s Russia

     

    hoping to turn the U.S.

    into a Christian Fascist one-party state

    run by Donald Trump

    and his acolytes

     

    with millions rounded up

    subject to deportation

    with dissent outlaw

    the deep state tamed

     

    the media sold off

    to regime supporters

    and the late-night TV comics

    defanged

     

    No more Stephen Colbert, Jimmy Kimble

    John Stewart and SNL

    replaced by right-wing comic hacks

    shilling for the great leader

     

    while the book did not happen

    and Philips Roth’s Plot Against America

     

    the warning that it could happen here

    is more relevant than ever

    as Trump and Biden are in a dead heat

     

    I am optimistic that Trump will not prevail

    this time around

    but I worry about all the potential Trump

    wanna be politicians out there

     

    who promise to Make America Great Again

    by returning to the 1890’s

    when they claim the U.S. went down

    the wrong path

     

    when white men ruled the world

    minorities knew their place

    Women were second-class citizens

    the LGBTQ community in the closet

    their very existence illegal

     

    with a twist

    Christian Fascism

    the new ruling ideology

    underpinning the latest

    illiberal democracy

    Posted on Https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com

    Writing Com Dew Drop Inn

     

     

     

     

     

     

    Springtime Flowers Blooming Love

     

    Springtime in Korea

    walking down the world peace forest

    near the international airport in Incheon

    with the love of my life by my side.

     

    Enjoying the Flowering Trees

    The snowing apple trees, cherry blossoms

    pear blossoms. the purple azaleas, the anemone,

    the buttercups, the daffodils, the magnolia,

    the  scotch bloom, the tulips,

    the wildflowers in the field.

     

    the fragrance of love in the air

    Life is great.

    April 3 Poems

    PSH 1

    Berkelely Mad Pyscotic Pineapple Burns Sonnet

    PSH 2 AI Version traditional Sonnet

    WD  My Musical Street

    WC Dew Drop Inn Look at the Sky

    NaPoWrMo

    Berkelely Mad Pyscotic Pineapple Burns Sonnet

    berkeley street photo
    berkeley street photo

     

     

     

     

     

    the Berkeley mad pyscotic pineapple.

    was an underground Berkeley icon.

    the pineapple said, “Bad Luck comes in Three.”

    last night he smoked a joint and went for a walk.

    the pineapple dude encountered a cat,

    not just a cat but a cosmic black cat.

    and the cat was riding on a dog,

    and a mouse was riding on the cat,

    the pineapple was amused to see this,

    I told him only in the SF Bay area,

    thinking back to when I was eight.

    and wished I had a cosmic cat.

    I would have made such a cacophony.

    the cosmic cat was still my secret friend.

     

    The Burns Sonnet is a Shakespearian sonnet but it does not follow traditional meter or rhyme

     

    Please convert the previous text into a traditional sonnet using most of these words in line 13 must use the word cacophony and follow the following criterion

    1 inner life of pineapple

    2 berkeley fate

    3 bad luck comes in three

    4last night went for a walk

    5-8 line five to eight two animals meet someone unusual

    9 10 wish for the pineapple

    11 12 what did I wish for when your eight

    13-14  hullabaloo, ragamuffin, hooferaw, scoundreles cacophony and discuss a secret something is hidden or something no one else knows

     

    AI Version

     

    AI version Title: “The Cosmic Cat”

    sf dog 3
    sf dog 3

     

     

     

     

     

    The Berkeley mad, psychotic pineapple,

    An underground icon in the streets of Berkeley,

    Whispered, “Bad Luck comes in Three,” so cynical,

    Last night, he wandered, joints ablaze, unwary.

    Encountering a cat, not mere feline grace,

    But cosmic blackness riding on a dog,

    A mouse perched high, a curious embrace,

    In SF Bay’s odd realm, where dreams may jog.

    Oh, how I wished when I was merely eight,

    For a cosmic cat, a secret friend concealed,

    To stir a hullabaloo, a wild debate,

    A ragamuffin dance, a truth revealed.

    In hooferaw and scoundrel’s cacophony,

    The pineapple’s fate intertwined with glee. 🍍🌌

     

     

    Writer’s Digest Our Musical Street

    30 lines

    I grew up
    In a very creative time
    a very musical time.

    The 60’s had the best music
    Motown ruled the Bay Area
    As well as Great rock music

    Acid jazz
    Acid Rock
    Fusion Jazz
    The Grateful Dead
    Mamas and the Papas
    Jefferson Airplane
    Jimmy Hendrix
    last high school
    was Berkeley High School
    Santana

    And so many others

    The best funk band
    Of them all

    Tower of Power
    Beloved by all
    High school students.

    For their immortal classic
    Make out song
    You’re still a Young Man.

    wonder how many people

    fell in love slow dancing

    to this song

     

    how many babies

    were conceived?

    Tower of Power rocked
    Every party in town
    On every street.

    Music flowed.
    On every musical street
    In the city.

    That was Berkeley
    In the 60’s and 70’s.

    Please use the following as the Title of your story or poem:

    “Our Musical Street”

    Please select “Music” as one of your genres.

    Tower of Power is an American R&B and funk-based band and horn section, originating in Oakland, California, that has been performing since 1968. The band has had several lead vocalists, the best known being Lenny Williams, who fronted the band between early 1973 and late 1974, the period of their greatest commercial success1. They have had eight songs on the Billboard Hot 100; their highest-charting songs include “You’re Still a Young Man”, “So Very Hard to Go”, “What Is Hip?”, and “Don’t Change Horses (in the Middle of a Stream)”1.

    The band was formed by tenor saxophonist/vocalist Emilio Castillo and baritone saxophonist Stephen “Doc” Kupka in 19681. The band’s soul sound appealed to both minority and counterculture listeners1. The band’s name was changed to Tower of Power after they agreed that their original name, The Mots, would not help them play at Bill Graham’s Fillmore Auditorium in San Francisco1.
    Tower of Power has released 31 albums, including 15 studio albums, 5 live albums, and 11 compilations1. Their most recent album, “Step Up”, was released in 20202.

    Here is a list of some of their most popular songs:

    “You’re Still a Young Man”
    “So Very Hard to Go”
    “What Is Hip?”
    “Don’t Change Horses (in the Middle of a Stream)”
    “Soul Vaccination”
    “This Time It’s Real”
    “Time Will Tell”
    “Only So Much Oil in the Ground”

    If you’re interested in listening to their music, you can check out their official website2.

     

    2024 April PAD Challenge: Day 3

    Write a poem every day of April with the 2024 April Poem-A-Day Challenge. For today’s prompt, write a musical act or artist poem.

    Believe it or not, today is one of the more important days of the April Poem-A-Day Challenge. While each day is a new challenge, I’ve found that most poets who make it through the first three days of prompts have the best chances of still being here at the end of the month. So let’s write a poem!

    For today’s prompt, pick a musical act or artist and either make that the title of your poem or incorporate into the title of your poem; then, write your poem. Possible titles might be: “Michael Jackson,” “Olivia Rodrigo,” “the Beatles,” “Guided by Voices at Austin City Limits,” “Watching a Movie With Elton John,” or “Eating Ice Cream With Dr. Dre.” Have fun with it!

    Remember: These prompts are springboards to creativity. Use them to expand your possibilities, not limit them.

    Writing Com Dew Drop Inn Look at the Sky

     

     

    NaPoWrMo Prompt

    the Parliament of Owls Decree Death to All Humans

    AV version the Parliament of Owls Decree Death to All Humans

    Death to All Humans

    The Parliament of Animals met one day in a secret undisclosed location as they were under constant surveillance by the human CIA and others who wanted to disrupt the parliament’s work.

    the wise owl presided. He read the charges

     

    “We are assembled here to judge the actions of the human race. the human race is being charged with

    crimes against nature,

    destruction of the environment,

    mass murder,

    enslavement of animals,

    mutilation of animals,

    and violation of Gaia’s basic commandments to preserve the environment for all animals including humans.

    Speaking for the prosecution will be the Tiger and Lions, speaking for the defense with the domestic cats and dogs. We have in the room ten men and women who are representative of the human race.

    The parliament can make any recommendation to remedy the situation including the death penalty, exile, or reparations. All animals will be required to conduct these recommendations.”

    “Okay, Mr. Tiger first we will ask the humans how they plead.” “

     

    Humans. You have been charged with the following crimes.

    crimes against nature,

    destruction of the environment,

    mass murder,

    enslavement of animals,

    mutilation of animals,

    and violation of Gaia’s basic commandments to preserve the environment for all animals including humans.

    How do you plead?

     

    Sam Adams, the lawyer for the humans, responded,

     

    “Not guilty your honor for these charges except for eating animals which we contend is part of the natural order of the world and many if not most of you are guilty of the same charge.”

    “Clarification – your basic argument is that everyone eats animals, so humans are not guilty

    “ “Yes, that is correct, your honor.” “

     

    Okay, Mr. Tiger, you’re opening.” “Okay. The facts are clear. For thousands of years until the Industrial Revolution humans had a little mass impact on the overall environment. Ever since then all animals have been impacted and my species has been hunted to extinction for the greed of humans who have not eaten tiger meat. The predator class, including bears, coyotes, feral dogs, lions, tigers, and wolves have been fighting back against the predation of humans, but we are losing. And if we don’t do anything within 10 years, there won’t be any tigers or other big predators left in the wild. And the natural order of things would be controlled by the evil, selfish humans who don’t give a damn about their fellow creatures. Therefore, we are proposing that 95% of humans must be killed. The remaining humans will be allowed to live as our slaves It is only fair. That is my request to the parliament of animals. Death to humans!”

    The crowd rose and chanted “Death to all humans” until the owl ruled that they must not disrupt the proceedings.

     

    The owl turned to the cat and and dog for their defense. the dog responded, “

     

    Humans and dogs have been partners, and we know humans more than any of you. Humans are capable of great kindness, and compassion and we maintain they are not fundamentally evil. And then they can be redeemed through education and through. Campaign to reform human thought. I think we should give humans a second chance.”

     

    the owl motioned to the dog

    “I concur with Brother Cat. Humans are okay and we like them they are our friends, although they should be found not guilty because of insanity.”

    The owl said he was ready for his verdict.

     

    “Death to 95 percent of humans, and enslavement of the rest, but we will allow 50,000 to immigrate to the Moon and Mars. I will meet with the UN to give them the decree.

    Once that is published all animals must rise up and kill all humans on sight. This suspends the parliament of animals. Death to all humans.” The word went out animals rose all over the world and the reign of human tyranny ended within a year.

     

    AI Version The Parliament of Animals

    In the clandestine chambers of the Parliament of Animals, where shadows danced and secrets whispered, the wise owl presided. Under the ever-watchful gaze of human surveillance, the charges were read aloud:

    “We are assembled here to judge the actions of the human race. The human race stands accused of crimes against nature, destruction of the environment, mass murder, enslavement of animals, mutilation of animals, and violation of Gaia’s sacred commandments. Speaking for the prosecution are the Tigers and Lions; for the defense, the domestic cats and dogs. Ten representatives of humanity sit in this room. The parliament holds the power to recommend remedies: death penalty, exile, or reparations. All animals shall be bound by these decisions.”

    The Tiger, his golden eyes ablaze, addressed the humans, “How do you plead?”

    The humans, their faces etched with defiance, stood before the assembly. Sam Adams, their lawyer, stepped forward, his voice unwavering, “Not guilty, Your Honor. Except for eating animals—a primal act woven into our existence—we maintain our innocence. It is the natural order, and many among you, my fellow creatures, partake in this ancient feast.”

    The room buzzed with tension. The wise owl blinked, feathers rustling. The verdict hung in the air, suspended between judgment and mercy. The fate of humanity rested on the scales of justice, balanced precariously.

    And so, the Parliament of Animals convened, weaving threads of fate, pondering the sins of bipeds, and deciding whether to condemn or absolve. In this surreal courtroom, where the boundaries blurred and the moon bore witness, the world awaited its reckoning.

     

    Last but not least, here’s our prompt for the day – optional, as always. Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a surreal prose poem. For inspiration, check out Franz Kafka’s collection of short parables (my favorite is “The Green Dragon”).

    Franz Kafka

    Illustrated byAimee Pong

    An Imperial Message

    Pekin and the Emperor

    The News of the Building of the Wall: A Fragment

    The Great Wall and the Tower of Babel

    The Building of the Temple

    Prometheus

    Poseidon

    The Sirens

    The New Attorney

    The Building of a City

    The Imperial Colonel

    The Green Dragon

    The Tiger

    The Truth About Sancho Panza

    Robinson Crusoe

    My Destination

     

    April 4

    PSH

    Writers Digest

    Writing Com Dew Drop In

    NaPoWriMo

    April 5th

    PSH

    Writers Digest

    Writing Com Dew Drop In

    NaPoWriMo

    PSH The Cosmic Dog from Goa

     

    My final time with God

    Happened a year latter

    I was staying down in Goa

    With my wife

     

    Enjoying being with her

    After our reconciliation

    We stayed at the Taj Mahal Goa

    Living like Kings and Queen

     

    Just for a few days

    High up on a hill

    Overlooking the beach

     

    Every morning I went down to the beach

    And did yoga by the water

    While contemplating life

     

    And every morning

    I saw the same dog

     

    Not just a dog

    But a cosmic dog

    Filled with the divine spark of God

     

    And the dog recognized me

    And spoke to me and I knew

    That God was present once more

    In the face of the that cosmic dog

     

    Kindred spirit

    perhaps to the cosmic cat

    that had save my soul

    in Berkeley so long ago

     

    I told the dog everything

    And he just looked at me

    With those soulful eyes of his

    And I knew he knew that I knew

    That he was possessed by God

     

    God had sent him to me

    To make sure that I was on the right path

     

    That the reconciliation that God had promoted

    Was on track that I was back with my wife

    And that everything was the way it should be

     

    Again, I asked God whether he was Jesus or Allah

    Or Brahmin or Ganesh or Buddha

     

    God the cosmic dog just stared at me

    I finally asked him directly

     

    Say if you are God the God of Jesus

    Bark once

     

    The Dog looked at me and barked

     

    I said well if you are Allah bark twice

    The dog barked twice

     

    Well are you buddha then bark three times if yes

    The god dog barked three times

     

    Hmm well are you Satan

    The dog growled at me

    And I knew I had gone too far

     

    Finally, I was at peace

    And for the next three days

     

    The God Dog was my constant companion

    And I knew God for the final time

    In my life

     

    Writer’s DIgest  Tell Me No Lies

     

    Tell me no lies

    My dear

    and I will tell you

    no lies too.

     

    But every word

    I say

    could be a lie.

     

    you never know

    what is true

    and what is a lie.

     

    So tell me no more lies

    and I will tell you the truth

    if you can handle it.

    April 4

    PSH

    WD

    WC Dew Drop Inn

    NaPoWrMo

     

    April 5

    PSH

    WD

    WC Dew Drop Inn Make Baseball Great Again!

    NaPoWrMo Only in SF

    It is time

    to make American baseball

    Great again

     

    starting with creating a worldwide

    baseball competition

    with each season

    with the national champions

     

    competing in a World Cup World Series

    with the final round pitting the

    North American Champions

    against the winners of Africa,

    Asian, Europe, and South America

     

    with the final rounds

    best of seven

    always held in the U.S.

     

    The other things to do

    include rapid expansion plans

     

    including the MLB teams

    adopting local schools and colleges

    fully funding baseball programs

    and only hiring college graduates.

    as players.

     

    and making tickets affordable

    no more than ten dollars per game!

     

    if they do this,

    we can make baseball

    once again the best sport

    in the U.S.

     

    Let’s all join together

    to make baseball great again!

    NaPoWrMo Only In SF

     

     

     

     

    Tiny, the Jamaican

    was a  big  6’5 reggae Rasta man,

    sprouting long black and purple dreadlocks

    and a purple mohawk

     

    wearing a black leather jacket

    with weed logos on it,

    played guitar in the SF Reggae Kings.

     

    A big Three Stooges fan,

    Named his four pets,

    “Shemp” the cat,

    “Moe” the dog,

    Curly” the mouse,

    and Curly Joe, the Vietnamese pig.

     

    The four amigos got along famously

    They lived in an apartment

    in the western addiction,

    off of Geary,

    in a rapidly gentrifying part of the city

     

     

    One day, Shemp said to Moe

     

    “Moe, I have a question for you,

    and I want an honest answer,

    none of your canine BS answer.

    You know us cats are straight shooters.”

     

    “Okay,  my cat brother. Shoot.”

     

    “Well, I understand that

    cats, dogs, mice, and pigs

    are natural born enemies,

     

    How come we get along?

    And you get along

    with Curly and Curly Joe?”

     

    “Good question.

     

    “First, when we met

    I hated you all

    and you were afraid

     

    I might eat you in your sleep

    and the thought

    crossed my mind.

     

    But over time

    I mellowed out

    and realized

     

    we were all a band of brothers

    living in this house.

     

    I think it

    also has something to do

    with the cloud of weed

    in the air

     

    and the chill  deep house

    reggae  peace and love

    vibes in the house.”

     

    “cool.

     

    “Good answer.

     

    I too think of you

    all as my brothers.”

     

    “You know what I like the most?”

    Our nightly walk

    when Tiny, Tina, and Linda

    take us out

    and we put on our show.

     

    You know Curly Joe

    letting you ride on him,

    and I ride on you

    and Curly

    sits on my head

     

    to complete the show

    as we freak out the tourists

    good citizens, and outlaws

     

    who constantly take pictures

    saying to themselves

     

    “Only in SF”.

     

    And you know

    They are right.

    Only in SF.

     

    Let’s keep SF weird.”

     

    Tiny came in

    and they all went

    for their walk.

     

     

    April 1

    Ode to Durian

    The infamous durian fruit is a strange phenomenon.
    Common in China, Southeast Asia, and India,
    and in Chinese, Southeast Asian, and Indian diaspora communities,

    It has such a powerful sour smell, that it is banned in airline cabins.

    first ate Durian in a rural town in Central Thailand

    my hasher friends dared me to eat it

    it was horrible at first the smell
    But if you can get beyond
    The awful, dirty socks, rotten, sour smell,
    The taste is pure heaven,
    Proof perhaps that God has a sense of humor?

     

    Sour

     

     

    April 1, 2024: Poetry Writing Prompt from Suzanne Lummis

    This poetry writing prompt submitted by Suzanne Lummis:

    Evolve a poem that involves an exotic fruit, one fruit, and a town you’ve never visited, or else have distant memories of.  The poem does not have to be About the fruit. It probably should Not be about the fruit. No one gives a fig about a fruit. But the fruit makes an Appearance. Extra points if it’s a Pomegranate.  No need to mention Persephone, but if you do… It better be something we don’t already know.
    A Mango would also be good.
    No Oranges.
    Nothing personal against them, but that’s another poem. And Gary Soto wrote it.
    Don’t forget about the Town.

    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

    Writer’s Digest

    Optimistic Laturnae (CC FS)

    life

    more love

    with my wife

    standing by me

    love

     

    The lanturne is a five-line verse shaped like a Japanese lantern with a syllabic pattern of one, two, three, four, one.

     

    March 31 warm Up

     

    Easter Bunny Warning

     

    The Easter Bunny

    Had a warning

    He was tired

    Of being played the fool.

     

    Tired of being associated

    With low-life fake Christians

    Proclaiming that Donald Trump

    Is the next messiah.

     

    The Easter Bunny said,

     

    “Donald Trump

    Ain’t no Christian

    He ain’t no friend of mine.

     

    He is the antichrist

    The poster child

    For the seven deadly sins”.

     

    Donald Trump denounced

    The Easter Bunny.

     

    Saying on Truth Social,

     

    “The Easter Bunny is nothing

    But a  low-life wanna-be thug,

    A real loser!

    An anti-fa, anti-American, BLM, communist, fascist

    Radical left-wing Marxist vermin thug,

    Part of the woke crowd,

    That is ruining our once-great country.

    That needs a Second Amendment remedy.

     

     

     

    April 1—Be a fool in a poem!

     

    Sarangpabo – Korean Love Fool for You

    When I first saw you

    In my dreams.

     

    You were the most beautiful woman

    In the world to me

    And still are.

     

    When you looked at me

    With love blazing

    From your dark brown

    Goo-goo eyes.

     

    sparks flew from heart to heart

    (이심초심ishimchomshim)

     

    You hynotized, messemeried me

    Your love mojo working overtime

    Turning me into nothing but

    A 사랑 바보Sarang pabo (love fool).

     

    Eight years later

    You walked off that bus

    Into my life,

     

    Becoming

    my wife,

    My soul mate.

     

    And yes,

    I am still

    your 사랑 바보Sarang pabo.

     

    And will remain under

    Your love spell

    Until the day I die.

     

    Translation into Korean (rough AI Version)

     

    Certainly! Here’s the English text followed by the Hangul and Romanized script line by line:

    English:

    When I first saw you

    In my dreams.

     

    You were the most beautiful woman

    In the world to me

    And still are.

     

    When you looked at me

    With love blazing

    From your dark brown

    Goo-goo eyes.

     

    Sparks flew from heart to heart

    (이심초심 ishimchomshim)

     

    You hypnotized, mesmerized me

    Your love mojo working overtime

    Turning me into nothing but

    A 사랑 바보 Sarang pabo (love fool).

     

    Eight years later

    You walked off that bus

    Into my life,

     

    Becoming

    My wife,

    My soul mate.

     

    And yes,

    I am still

    Your 사랑 바보 Sarang pabo.

     

    And will remain under

    Your love spell

    Until the day I die.

    Hangul:

    처음 너를 보았을 때

    꿈 속에서.

     

    넌 세상에서 가장 아름다운 여자였어

    내게

    그리고 지금도 그런 너.

     

    네가 나를 보며

    사랑이 눈부시게

    네 어두운 갈색 눈에서

    불타오르는 모습.

     

    마음에서 마음으로 불꽃이 튀었어

    (이심초심 ishimchomshim)

     

    넌 나를 최면에 걸었고, 날 사로잡았어

    네 사랑의 마법이 야근을 하며

    나를 사랑 바보로 만들었어.

     

    8년 뒤

    넌 그 버스에서 내게 다가왔어

    내 삶 속으로,

     

    내 아내가 되며,

    내 영혼의 동반자가 되었어.

     

    그리고 맞아,

    나는 여전히

    네 사랑 바보야.

     

    네 사랑 주문 아래에

    내가 죽을 때까지.

    Romanized Script:

    Cheoeum neoreul boasseul ttae

    Kkum sogeseo.

     

    Neon sesangeseo gajang areumdaun yeoja-eosseo

    Naege

    Geurigo jigeumdo geureon neo.

     

    Nega nareul bomyeo

    Salangi nunbusige

    Ne eoduun galssaek nun-eseo

    Bultao-reuneun moseup.

     

    Ma-eumeseo ma-eum-euro bulkkoch-i twieosseosseo

    (이심초심 ishimchomshim)

     

    Neon nareul choemyeon-e geol-eoss-eo, nal salojab-ass-eo

    Ne salang-ui mabeob-i yageun-eul hamyeo

    Naleul salang babo-lo mandeul-eoss-eo.

     

    8nyeon dwi

    Neon geu beoseueseo naege dag-awass-eo

    Nae salm sog-eulo,

     

    Nae anae-ga doemyeon,

    Nae yeonghon-ui dongbanja-ga doeeoss-eo.

     

    Geuligo maj-a,

    Naneun yeojeonhi

    Ne salang babo-ya.

     

    Ne salang jumun alae-e

    Naega jugeul ttaekkaji.

     

     

    April 2 Prompt

    PSH The Words of the Year 1955 PSH

    WD Sad and happy days

    WC Dew Drop Inn

    NaPoWrMo  Springtime Flowers Blooming Love

     

    PSH prompt The Words of the Year 1955 1955 Words

     

    Title: The Words of the Year 1955 PSH

     

    According to

    Meriam Webster’s new tool

    Time Traveler by Merriam-Webster: Words from 1955

     

    1955 my birth year

    Started with many words

     

     

    Some of the prompt words that struck

    My fancy include the following

     

    Oddly we are still talking

    About many of these words

    In 2024

     

    There are hidden agendas

    All around us

     

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

    This poetry writing prompt submitted by D.L. Lang:

    Use the Merriam-Webster website’s time travel feature, pick a year, and use those words in a poem.

    1955

     

     

    PSH

    WD Sad and happy days

     

    NaPoWrMo

    WC Dew Drop In

     

    Sad and happy days

     

    every day I wake up

    at dawn

    and drink a cup

    of snarling hot  coffee.

     

    writing my daily poems

    including this one

    and my journals.

     

    while half listening

    to the idiots on TV

    blathering on and on.

     

    when I pay attention

    to their drivel,

     

    I became increasingly sad,.

    even mad,

    and feel real bad

     

    I turn off the boob tube.

    turn off the news.

    and play me some old-school blues.

     

    when my wife walks into the room

    with love blazing from her eyes,

    she chases away the lingering blues.

     

    and I feel my happiness

    returning to me.

     

    and know as long

    as we have other

    everything will be Jake

     

    and I will be at peace

    with my world.

    2024 April PAD Challenge: Day 2

    Write a poem every day of April with the 2024 April Poem-A-Day Challenge. For today’s prompt, we have our first two-for-Tuesday prompt.

    For today’s prompt, we have our first two-for-Tuesday prompt, which means you get two prompts. You can write to one of the prompts, both the prompts separately, or try to write a poem that works with both prompts at the same time. The prompts are:

    Write a happy poem, and/or…

    Write a sad poem.

    Two sides of the same emotional coin.

    NaPoWrMo

     

    It Can’t Happen Here

    was a prescient look

    at the rise of Christian Fascism

    in the United States

     

    Set in the later 1930s

    It looked at the rise

     

    of a Christain Fascist dictator

    modeled after Charles Lindbergh

    and his American First movement

     

    who with the support

    of the American Bund

     

    and other pro-fascist forces

    mounted a spirited third-party

    effort to become President

    amid the suffering of the Great Depression

    promising to keep us out of the war

     

    and ally with the fascists in Europe

    against the evil communist

    Godless menace of Stalin.

     

    “American Fascism came

    wrapped in the flag

    and carrying a Christian flag”

     

    Although it was not successful

    it probably kept us out of World War 11

    longer than we should have

     

    there are so many parallels

    to modern Trump and post Trumpian

    MAGA movement

     

    which is a modern alt. right

    explicit Christian Fascist movement

    that openly admires

     

    the right-wing autocrats

    in Hungary, Türkiye

    and Putin’s Russia

     

    hoping to turn the U.S.

    into a Christian Fascist one-party state

    run by Donald Trump

    and his acolytes

     

    with millions rounded up

    subject to deportation

    with dissent outlaw

    the deep state tamed

     

    the media sold off

    to regime supporters

    and the late-night TV comics

    defanged

     

    No more Stephen Colbert, Jimmy Kimble

    John Stewart and SNL

    replaced by right-wing comic hacks

    shilling for the great leader

     

    while the book did not happen

    and Philips Roth’s Plot Against America

     

    the warning that it could happen here

    is more relevant than ever

    as Trump and Biden are in a dead heat

     

    I am optimistic that Trump will not prevail

    this time around

    but I worry about all the potential Trump

    wanna be politicians out there

     

    who promise to Make America Great Again

    by returning to the 1890’s

    when they claim the U.S. went down

    the wrong path

     

    when white men ruled the world

    minorities knew their place

    Women were second-class citizens

    the LGBTQ community in the closet

    their very existence illegal

     

    with a twist

    Christian Fascism

    the new ruling ideology

    underpinning the latest

    illiberal democracy

    Posted on Https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com

     

    Writing Com Dew Drop Inn

     

    Springtime Flowers Blooming Love

     

    Springtime in Korea

    walking down the world peace forest

    near the international airport in Incheon

    with the love of my life by my side.

     

    Enjoying the Flowering Trees

    The snowing apple trees, cherry blossoms

    pear blossoms. the purple azaleas, the anemone,

    the buttercups, the daffodils, the magnolia,

    the  scotch bloom, the tulips,

    the wildflowers in the field.

     

    the fragrance of love in the air

    Life is great.

     

     

    April 3 Poems

     

    PSH 1

    Berkelely Mad Pyscotic Pineapple Burns Sonnet

    PSH 2 AI Version traditional Sonnet

    WD  My Musical Street

    WC Dew Drop Inn

    NaPoWrMo

     

    Berkelely Mad Pyscotic Pineapple Burns Sonnet

     

    the Berkeley mad pyscotic pineapple.

    was an underground Berkeley icon.

    the pineapple said, “Bad Luck comes in Three.”

    last night he smoked a joint and went for a walk.

    the pineapple dude encountered a cat,

    not just a cat but a cosmic black cat.

    and the cat was riding on a dog,

    and a mouse was riding on the cat,

    the pineapple was amused to see this,

    I told him only in the SF Bay area,

    thinking back to when I was eight.

    and wished I had a cosmic cat.

    I would have made such a cacophony.

    the cosmic cat was still my secret friend.

     

    The Burns Sonnet is a Shakespearian sonnet but it does not follow traditional meter or rhyme

     

    Please convert the previous text into a traditional sonnet using most of these words in line 13 must use the word cacophony and follow the following criterion

    1 inner life of pineapple

    2 berkeley fate

    3 bad luck comes in three

    4last night went for a walk

    5-8 line five to eight two animals meet someone unusual

    9 10 wish for the pineapple

    11 12 what did I wish for when your eight

    13-14  hullabaloo, ragamuffin, hooferaw, scoundreles cacophony and discuss a secret something is hidden or something no one else knows

     

    AI Version

     

    AI version Title: “The Cosmic Cat”

    The Berkeley mad, psychotic pineapple,

    An underground icon in the streets of Berkeley,

    Whispered, “Bad Luck comes in Three,” so cynical,

    Last night, he wandered, joints ablaze, unwary.

    Encountering a cat, not mere feline grace,

    But cosmic blackness riding on a dog,

    A mouse perched high, a curious embrace,

    In SF Bay’s odd realm, where dreams may jog.

    Oh, how I wished when I was merely eight,

    For a cosmic cat, a secret friend concealed,

    To stir a hullabaloo, a wild debate,

    A ragamuffin dance, a truth revealed.

    In hooferaw and scoundrel’s cacophony,

    The pineapple’s fate intertwined with glee. 🍍🌌

     

     

    Writer’s Digest Our Musical Street

     

    30 lines

    I grew up
    In a very creative time
    a very musical time.

    The 60’s had the best music
    Motown ruled the Bay Area
    As well as Great rock music

    Acid jazz
    Acid Rock
    Fusion Jazz
    The Grateful Dead
    Mamas and the Papas
    Jefferson Airplane
    Jimmy Hendrix
    last high school
    was Berkeley High School
    Santana

    And so many others

    The best funk band
    Of them all

    Tower of Power
    Beloved by all
    High school students.

    For their immortal classic
    Make out song
    You’re still a Young Man.

    wonder how many people

    fell in love slow dancing

    to this song

     

    how many babies

    were conceived?

    Tower of Power rocked
    Every party in town
    On every street.

    Music flowed.
    On every musical street
    In the city.

    That was Berkeley
    In the 60’s and 70’s.

    Please use the following as the Title of your story or poem:

    “Our Musical Street”

    Please select “Music” as one of your genres.

    Tower of Power is an American R&B and funk-based band and horn section, originating in Oakland, California, that has been performing since 1968. The band has had several lead vocalists, the best known being Lenny Williams, who fronted the band between early 1973 and late 1974, the period of their greatest commercial success1. They have had eight songs on the Billboard Hot 100; their highest-charting songs include “You’re Still a Young Man”, “So Very Hard to Go”, “What Is Hip?”, and “Don’t Change Horses (in the Middle of a Stream)”1.

    The band was formed by tenor saxophonist/vocalist Emilio Castillo and baritone saxophonist Stephen “Doc” Kupka in 19681. The band’s soul sound appealed to both minority and counterculture listeners1. The band’s name was changed to Tower of Power after they agreed that their original name, The Mots, would not help them play at Bill Graham’s Fillmore Auditorium in San Francisco1.
    Tower of Power has released 31 albums, including 15 studio albums, 5 live albums, and 11 compilations1. Their most recent album, “Step Up”, was released in 20202.

    Here is a list of some of their most popular songs:

    “You’re Still a Young Man”
    “So Very Hard to Go”
    “What Is Hip?”
    “Don’t Change Horses (in the Middle of a Stream)”
    “Soul Vaccination”
    “This Time It’s Real”
    “Time Will Tell”
    “Only So Much Oil in the Ground”

    If you’re interested in listening to their music, you can check out their official website2.

     

    Bump City

    From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
    Bump City
    Studio album by

    Released May 1972
    Recorded 1971-1972
    Studio Trans Maximus Inc. Recording Studios, Memphis, Tennessee
    Genre Soulfunk
    Length 35:52
    Label Warner Bros. Records
    Producer Ron Capone, Tower of Power
    Tower of Power chronology
    East Bay Grease
    (1970)
    Bump City
    (1972)
    Tower of Power
    (1973)

    Bump City is the second album by the soul/funk group Tower of Power. The album cover is derived from a sketch by David Garibaldi.[citation needed] It’s also their first album for Warner Bros. Records. With Rufus Miller now gone, Rick Stevens took the reins as the sole lead vocalist for this album.

    Professional ratings
    Review scores
    Source Rating
    Allmusic  [1]
    Christgau’s Record Guide C[2]

    Track listing[edit]

    All songs written by Emilio Castillo and Stephen “Doc” Kupka unless otherwise noted.

    1. “You Got to Funkifize” – 4:31
    2. “What Happened to the World That Day?” – 4:11
    3. “Flash in the Pan” – 3:34
    4. “Gone (in Memory of Jacqueline Mesquite)” (Greg Adams, Skip Mesquite) – 3:41
    5. “You Strike My Main Nerve” (Kupka, Castillo, L. Williams, L. Gordon) – 2:52
    6. “Down to the Nightclub” (Kupka, Castillo, David Garibaldi) – 2:43
    7. “You’re Still a Young Man” – 5:35
    8. “Skating on Thin Ice” – 3:48
    9. “Of the Earth” – 4:30

    Personnel[edit]

    • Rick Stevens – lead vocals
    • Skip Mesquite – first tenor saxophone, flute, vocals (lead on “Gone”)
    • Emilio Castillo – second tenor saxophone, vocals
    • Greg Adams – trumpet, flugelhorn (solo on “Gone”), French horn, piano (on “Gone”), vocals[3]
    • Stephen “Doc” Kupka – baritone saxophone, vocals
    • Mic Gillette – trumpet, trombone, French horn, vocals
    • Willie James Fulton – guitar, vocals
    • David Garibaldi – drums
    • Francis Rocco Prestia – bass
    • Brent Byars – conga drums, vocals
    • Jay Spell – piano (on “What Happened to the World That Day”, “You’re Still a Young Man” and “Of the Earth”)
    • Memphis Strings – arranged and conducted by Greg Adams on “What Happened to the World That Day?”, “You’re Still a Young Man” and “Of the Earth”
    Technical

    Charts[edit]

    Albums – Billboard (United States) [4]

    Year Chart Position
    1972 The Billboard 200 85
    1972 R&B Albums 16

    Singles – Billboard (United States) [5][6]

    Year Single Chart Position
    1972 “You’re Still A Young Man” The Billboard Hot 100 29
    1972 “You’re Still A Young Man” R&B Singles 24
    1972 “Down To The Nightclub” The Billboard Hot 100 66

     

    2024 April PAD Challenge: Day 3

    Write a poem every day of April with the 2024 April Poem-A-Day Challenge. For today’s prompt, write a musical act or artist poem.

    Believe it or not, today is one of the more important days of the April Poem-A-Day Challenge. While each day is a new challenge, I’ve found that most poets who make it through the first three days of prompts have the best chances of still being here at the end of the month. So let’s write a poem!

    For today’s prompt, pick a musical act or artist and either make that the title of your poem or incorporate into the title of your poem; then, write your poem. Possible titles might be: “Michael Jackson,” “Olivia Rodrigo,” “the Beatles,” “Guided by Voices at Austin City Limits,” “Watching a Movie With Elton John,” or “Eating Ice Cream With Dr. Dre.” Have fun with it!

    Remember: These prompts are springboards to creativity. Use them to expand your possibilities, not limit them.

    NaPoWrMo Prompt

    the Parliament of Owls Decree Death to All Humans

    AV version the Parliament of Owls Decree Death to All Humans

    Death to All Humans

    The Parliament of Animals met one day in a secret undisclosed location as they were under constant surveillance by the human CIA and others who wanted to disrupt the parliament’s work.

    the wise owl presided. He read the charges

    “We are assembled here to judge the actions of the human race. the human race is being charged with

    crimes against nature,

    destruction of the environment,

    mass murder,

    enslavement of animals,

    mutilation of animals,

    and violation of Gaia’s basic commandments to preserve the environment for all animals including humans.

    Speaking for the prosecution will be the Tiger and Lions, speaking for the defense with the domestic cats and dogs. We have in the room ten men and women who are representative of the human race.

    The parliament can make any recommendation to remedy the situation including the death penalty, exile, or reparations. All animals will be required to conduct these recommendations.”

    “Okay, Mr. Tiger first we will ask the humans how they plead.” “

    Humans. You have been charged with the following crimes.

     

    crimes against nature,

    destruction of the environment,

    mass murder,

    enslavement of animals,

    mutilation of animals,

    and violation of Gaia’s basic commandments to preserve the environment for all animals including humans.

    How do you plead?

     

    Sam Adams, the lawyer for the humans, responded,

    “Not guilty your honor for these charges except for eating animals which we contend is part of the natural order of the world and many if not most of you are guilty of the same charge.”

    “Clarification – your basic argument is that everyone eats animals, so humans are not guilty

    “ “Yes, that is correct, your honor.” “

    Okay, Mr. Tiger, your opening.”

    “Okay. The facts are clear. For thousands of years until the Industrial Revolution humans had a little mass impact on the overall environment. Ever since then all animals have been impacted and my species has been hunted to extinction for the greed of humans who have not eaten tiger meat. The predator class, including bears, coyotes, feral dogs, lions, tigers, and wolves have been fighting back against the predation of humans, but we are losing. And if we don’t do anything within 10 years, there won’t be any tigers or other big predators left in the wild. And the natural order of things would be controlled by the evil, selfish humans who don’t give a damn about their fellow creatures. Therefore, we are proposing that 95% of humans must be killed. The remaining humans will be allowed to live as our slaves It is only fair. That is my request to the parliament of animals. Death to humans!”

    The crowd rose and chanted “Death to all humans” until the owl ruled that they must not disrupt the proceedings.

    The owl turned to the cat and and dog for their defense. the  Cat responded, “

    “ Humans are okay and we like them they are our friends, although they should be found not guilty because of insanity.”

    the owl motioned to the dog, who responded,

    “Humans and dogs have been partners, and we know humans more than any of you. Humans are capable of great kindness, and compassion and we maintain they are not fundamentally evil. And then they can be redeemed through education and through. Campaign to reform human thought. I think we should give humans a second chance.”

    The owl said he was ready for his verdict.

    “Death to 95 percent of humans, and enslavement of the rest, but we will allow 50,000 to immigrate to the Moon and Mars. I will meet with the UN to give them the decree.

    Once that is published all animals must rise up and kill all humans on sight. This suspends the parliament of animals. Death to all humans.” The word went out animals rose all over the world and the reign of human tyranny ended within a year.

    AI Version The Parliament of Animals

    In the clandestine chambers of the Parliament of Animals, where shadows danced and secrets whispered, the wise owl presided. Under the ever-watchful gaze of human surveillance, the charges were read aloud:

    “We are assembled here to judge the actions of the human race. The human race stands accused of crimes against nature, destruction of the environment, mass murder, enslavement of animals, mutilation of animals, and violation of Gaia’s sacred commandments. Speaking for the prosecution are the Tigers and Lions; for the defense, the domestic cats and dogs. Ten representatives of humanity sit in this room. The parliament holds the power to recommend remedies: death penalty, exile, or reparations. All animals shall be bound by these decisions.”

    The Tiger, his golden eyes ablaze, addressed the humans, “How do you plead?”

    The humans, their faces etched with defiance, stood before the assembly. Sam Adams, their lawyer, stepped forward, his voice unwavering, “Not guilty, Your Honor. Except for eating animals—a primal act woven into our existence—we maintain our innocence. It is the natural order, and many among you, my fellow creatures, partake in this ancient feast.”

    The room buzzed with tension. The wise owl blinked, feathers rustling. The verdict hung in the air, suspended between judgment and mercy. The fate of humanity rested on the scales of justice, balanced precariously.

    And so, the Parliament of Animals convened, weaving threads of fate, pondering the sins of bipeds, and deciding whether to condemn or absolve. In this surreal courtroom, where the boundaries blurred and the moon bore witness, the world awaited its reckoning.

    Last but not least, here’s our prompt for the day – optional, as always. Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a surreal prose poem. For inspiration, check out Franz Kafka’s collection of short parables (my favorite is “The Green Dragon”).

    Franz Kafka

    Illustrated byAimee Pong

    An Imperial Message

    Pekin and the Emperor

    The News of the Building of the Wall: A Fragment

    The Great Wall and the Tower of Babel

    The Building of the Temple

    Prometheus

    Poseidon

    The Sirens

    The New Attorney

    The Building of a City

    The Imperial Colonel

    The Green Dragon

    The Tiger

    The Truth About Sancho Panza

    Robinson Crusoe

    My Destination

     

    April 3—Look at the sky!

    One day the world woke up

    To the impending end

    As a new asteroid.

     

    Quickly dubbed

    The doomsday asteroid

    Headed to Earth.

     

    Everyone looked up

    At the doomsday asteroid

    As the world scrambled

    To send space missiles

    To blow it away.

     

    Brazilians, Chinese, the EU, Koreans, Japanese, Iraqis,

    Iranians UAE, Israel,. Indians, Pakistanis,  Russians,  Saudis,

    South Africans, Russians, and Ukrainians.

     

    50 nations all joined the IPDF.

    Including to everyone’s surprise

    The elusive enigmatic North Koreans.

     

    All join together under a newly formed.

    International Planetary Defense Force

    Under the auspices of the UN.

     

    NASA provided the executive leadership

    The others all provided parts of the ship,

    The software, hardware, and nuclear bombs.

     

    The ship would be unmanned

    And was launched worldwide

    Interest as everyone watched

    Hoping for the best.

     

    The bombs worked

    The asteroid was blown away

    With only some minor  damage

     

    The IPDF vowed to remain ever-vigilant

    And fully funded, with a new mission.

     

    Setting up permanent space colonies

    In space stations, the moon, Mars,

    The moons of Jupiter and Saturn.

     

    Vowing to have them set up by 2030!

    Using the latest AI-generated research.

     

    The goal to have over 50,000 people

    Living and working off the planet.

     

    One of the rare international ventures

    That survived the new multi-power

    Global great power conflicts.

     

    April 4

     PSH  Love Expressed Through Food

     

    WD  Mistake Poem – Don’t Make a Mistake, Vote For Jake

    WC Dew Drop In Ending Shaving in Retirement

    NaPoWriMo

    It Can’t Happen Here

    PSH Love Expressed Through Food

     

     

     

     

     

    My love loves to cook

    Delicious food on the stove

    Cooking up a storm

    All to express her love for me

    Showing her deep emotion

    Though the food she cooks up

     

    We met in a dream

    And I recall that dream

    Whenever I eat her delicious food

     

    It was love at first sight

    Our love deepend through her food

    Looking at her with lust in my heart

    As I taste every inch of her

    Smelling her as we make love

     

     

    Love                                               Stove

    emotion                                         cook

    dreams                                           food 

    attraction                                        eat  

    Lust                                                 taste

    sex                                                Smell

     

    Writing Prompt from Jon Wesick

    This poetry writing prompt submitted by Jon Wesick:

    The Assembly Line of Surprise

    Step 1 – Choose a subject to write about. This should probably be something about being human such as a mental state, emotion, or social issue. Often this is abstract.

    Love

    Step 2 – Choose an object to compare it to. It’s best if this is something very different than in step 1. Concrete things like machinery give good imagery. The more outrageous the better. Congratulations! You’ve just created a metaphor.

    Stove

    Step 3 – Make two columns on a piece of paper. List the parts of the subject step 1 in the first column and the parts of the item in step 2 in the second.

    Love                                               Stove

    emotion                                         cook

    dreams                                           food 

    attraction                                        eat  

    Lust                                                 taste

    sex                                                Smell

     

    Step 4 – Map items in each column to those in the other. Choose the most interesting mappings. These will be phrases in your poem.

    Step 5 – Put these phrases together into a poem.

    Let’s “cook up” an example. Steps 1 and 2 – Compare despair to a microwave oven

    Step 3 – Table.

    Despair Microwave Oven
    Fatigue Klystron
    Sleeplessness Turntable
    Irritability Browning dish
    Emptiness Observation window
    Loss of libido Control panel
    Gloom Timer
    Despondency Defrost function
    Hopelessness Auto cook menu
    Futility Number pad
    Start/stop button
    Tomato sauce caked on walls
    Sparking when tin foil inside

    Step 4 – I’d map sleeplessness to dried tomato sauce, irritability to sparking, and libido to the defrost function.

    Step 5 – Put mapping into a poem.

    Writers DIgest Mistake Poem “Don’t Make a Mistake Vote for Jake”

     

    I should have run for office

    I would have a perfect slogn

     

    Rifting on the word mistake

    Rhyming it with my name Jake.

    In a old “Burma shave style

    Cowboy poetry poem..

     

    Don’t make a mistake

    Vote for Jake

     

    He is so awake

    Don’t brake

    Don’t use your emergency brake

    Everything’s Jake. ‘

    Just  Vote for Jake

     

    He ain’t no fake

    He’s no flake

    He ain’t on the make

    Just vote for Jake

     

    He’s aint no rake

    He ain’t no rattle snake

    He ain’t no common snake

    He ain’t on the take.

    Just vote for Jake

     

    Take a tea break.

    Don’t have a cluster headache,

    Don’t have a sinus headache.

    Just vote for Jake

     

    Make a political earthquake

    Don’t Shake

    Take a stake.

    Just Vote for Jake.

     

    For today’s prompt, write a mistake poem. Everyone makes mistakes. Yes, even that person standing in the corner shaking their head to the contrary. And even those people who don’t admit to making mistakes have seen others make them. So whether it’s the mistakes you’ve made, witnessed in others, etc., write a poem about it today.

    BUT (and yes, I’m using a big “but” here) poem nicely to each other today. I would hate to remove anyone for getting into arguments about X, Y, or Z in the comments; that’s why social media was created.

    Note:  Burma Shave ads were everywhere from 1910 to the late 70s.  Here’s Bing Co-Pilot on “Burma Shave” and Cowboy poetry.

    Burma-Shave was an American brand of brushless shaving cream, famous for its quirky and memorable advertising campaign. From the 1920s to the early 1960s, they posted humorous rhyming poems on sequential highway roadside signs. These signs became iconic and are fondly remembered by many.

    Here are a few classic Burma-Shave jingles that adorned the highways:

    1. “Cattle crossing means go slow, that old bull is some cows’ bold.”
    2. “The bearded lady tried to jump, she’s now a famous movie star.”
    3. “Shaving brushes out of date, use the razors perfect mate.”
    4. “The crowd you see around that store are Burma shavers buying more.”
    5. “PHA likes the cream, ma likes the jar, both like the price, so there you are.”12

    These clever and whimsical signs were typically posted in sets of six along highways, with the last sign revealing the product name. Passing motorists would eagerly read each sign to discover the punchline. The signs were originally produced in red-and-white or orange-and-black color combinations, although the latter was eventually phased out. While the Interstate system and increased vehicle speeds led to the signs’ discontinuation, their legacy lives on as a nostalgic piece of American advertising history. Some of these signs can still be seen at The House on the Rock in Spring Green, Wisconsin, and re-creations appear on Arizona State Highway 66, part of the original U.S. Route 66, between Ash Fork and Kingman, Arizona 34. 🚗🌟

    Burma-Shave was an American brand of brushless shaving cream, famous for its quirky and memorable advertising campaign. From the 1920s to the early 1960s, they posted humorous rhyming poems on sequential highway roadside signs. These signs became iconic and are fondly remembered by many.

     

    Cowboy poetry is a unique genre that celebrates the rugged lifestyle, camaraderie, and natural beauty of the American West. These poems often evoke nostalgia, humor, and a deep connection to the land. Let me share a few classic cowboy poems with you:

    1. “Tying Knots in the Devil’s Tail” by Gail I. Gardner:
    2. “A Prairie Song” (Anonymous):
    3. “The Strawberry Roan” by Curley Fletcher:
    4. “The Old Frying Pan” by James W. Whilt:
    5. “The Camp-fire Has Gone Out” (Anonymous):

    These cowboy poems capture the essence of life on the range, the bond between rider and horse, and the fading traditions of the American West. 🤠🌵

     

    Writing Com Dew Drop Inn Ending Daily Shaving in Retirement

    When Sam Adams

    retired from

    the U.S. Department of State,

     

    he made five vows

    which he kept for years.

     

    first, he would quit daily shaving

    shaving once or twice a month

     

    second, he would never wear

    a suit and tie

    instead opting for the northwest look

     

    Long pants, khaki or jeans, T-shirt

    and a Western-style shirt

    like a Pendleton shirt.

     

    Third, he would retire in Korea

    where his wife had family

    and Southern Oregon

    and an annual trip to DC

    where they had rentals.

     

    Fourth, they would travel

    a lot every year

    seeing as much as the world

    as they could while they could still do.

     

    starting with an epic road trip

    across the US

    10,000 miles 35 states

    in three months

     

    and a cruise to Alaska

    his last State of 50 to visit

    and an annual visit to someplace

    warm in the winter.

     

    Fifth, he would start a blog and podcast.

    the World According to Cosmos,

    to highlight his poetry and short story

    submissions and occasional political rants.

     

    He kept his vows

    except that COVID blew away

    his travel plans from 2019 to 2022!

    and he wore a suit once,

    to attend the wedding of the son

    of his best Korean friend.

     

     

    April 5

     PSH Cosmic Dog From Goa

    WD Tell Me No Lies

     WC Dew Drop Inn Making Baseball Great Again

    NaPoWriMo  Only In SF

     

    PSH The Cosmic Dog from Goa

    cute dog
    cute dog

     

     

     

     

     

    My final time with God

    Happened a year latter

    I was staying down in Goa

    With my wife

     

    Enjoying being with her

    After our reconciliation

    We stayed at the Taj Mahal Goa

    Living like Kings and Queen

     

    Just for a few days

    High up on a hill

    Overlooking the beach

     

    Every morning I went down to the beach

    And did yoga by the water

    While contemplating life

     

    And every morning

    I saw the same dog

     

    Not just a dog

    But a cosmic dog

    Filled with the divine spark of God

     

    And the dog recognized me

    And spoke to me and I knew

    That God was present once more

    In the face of the that cosmic dog

     

    Kindred spirit

    perhaps to the cosmic cat

    that had save my soul

    in Berkeley so long ago

     

    I told the dog everything

    And he just looked at me

    With those soulful eyes of his

    And I knew he knew that I knew

    That he was possessed by God

     

    God had sent him to me

    To make sure that I was on the right path

     

    That the reconciliation that God had promoted

    Was on track that I was back with my wife

    And that everything was the way it should be

     

    Again, I asked God whether he was Jesus or Allah

    Or Brahmin or Ganesh or Buddha

     

    God the cosmic dog just stared at me

    I finally asked him directly

     

    Say if you are God the God of Jesus

    Bark once

     

    The Dog looked at me and barked

     

    I said well if you are Allah bark twice

    The dog barked twice

     

    Well are you buddha then bark three times if yes

    The god dog barked three times

     

    Hmm well are you Satan

    The dog growled at me

    And I knew I had gone too far

     

    Finally, I was at peace

    And for the next three days

     

    The God Dog was my constant companion

    And I knew God for the final time

    In my life

     

    Writer’s Digest Tell Me No LIes

     

    Tell me no lies

    My dear

    and I will tell you

    no lies too.

     

    But every word

    I say

    could be a lie.

     

    you never know

    what is true

    and what is a lie.

     

    So tell me no more lies

    and I will tell you the truth

    if you can handle it.

     

    Writing Com Dew Drop Inn April 5—Get a sport into a poem!  Make Baseball Great Again!

     

    It is time

    to make American baseball

    Great again

     

    starting with creating a worldwide

    baseball competition

    with each season

    with the national champions

     

    competing in a World Cup World Series

    with the final round pitting the

    North American Champions

    against the winners of Africa,

    Asian, Europe, and South America

     

    with the final rounds

    best of seven

    always held in the U.S.

     

    The other things to do

    include rapid expansion plans

     

    including the MLB teams

    adopting local schools and colleges

    fully funding baseball programs

    and only hiring college graduates.

    as players.

     

    and making tickets affordable

    no more than ten dollars per game!

     

    if they do this,

    we can make baseball

    once again the best sport

    in the U.S.

     

    Let’s all join together

    to make baseball great again!

    NaPoWrMo  Only In SF

    Tiny, the Jamaican

    was a  big  6’5 reggae Rasta man,

    sprouting long black and purple dreadlocks

    and a purple mohawk

     

    wearing a black leather jacket

    with weed logos on it,

    played guitar in the SF Reggae Kings.

     

    A big Three Stooges fan,

    Named his four pets,

    “Shemp” the cat,

    “Moe” the dog,

    Curly” the mouse,

    and Curly Joe, the Vietnamese pig.

     

    The four amigos got along famously

    They lived in an apartment

    in the western addiction,

    off of Geary,

    in a rapidly gentrifying part of the city

     

    One day, Shemp said to Moe

    “Moe, I have a question for you,

    and I want an honest answer,

    none of your canine BS answer.

    You know us cats are straight shooters.”

    “Okay,  my cat brother. Shoot.”

    “Well, I understand that

    cats, dogs, mice, and pigs

    are natural born enemies,

    How come we get along?

    And you get along

    with Curly and Curly Joe?”

    “Good question.

    First, when we met

    I hated you all

    and you were afraid

    I might eat you in your sleep

    and the thought

    crossed my mind.

    But over time

    I mellowed out

    and realized

    we were all a band of brothers

    living in this house.

    I think it

    also has something to do

    with the cloud of weed

    in the air

    and the chill  deep house

    reggae  peace and love

    vibes in the house.”

    “cool.

    “Good answer.

    I too think of you

    all as my brothers.

     

    You know what I like the most?”

    Our nightly walk

    when Tiny, Tina, and Linda

    take us out

    and we put on our show.

    You know Curly Joe

    letting you ride on him,

    and I ride on you

    and Curly

    sits on my head

    to complete the show

    as we freak out the tourists

    good citizens, and outlaws

    who constantly take pictures

    saying to themselves

    “Only in SF”.

     

    And you know

    They are right.

    Only in SF.

     

    Let’s keep SF weird.”

     

    Tiny came in

    and they all went

    for their walk.

    April 6

    PSH  Visiting My Father’s Grave

    Writers DIgest Meeting My Fate

    Writing Com Dew Drop Inn  Daily RItual Drinks

    NaPoWrMo PNRCP

     

    Visiting my father’s grave

    In Yakima Washington State,

    The ancestral land of the Aller clan

    Thinking about my father

    And his legacy

    And thinking that I am

    My father’s son

     

    There is so much

    I wanted to tell him

    So much I wanted to share

     

    So much I wanted him to see

    My accomplishments

    He was taken from me

    Before I had achieved my dreams

     

    i am sure he would have been

    proud of the man

    I turned out to be.

     

    This poetry writing prompt submitted by Lara Dolphin:

    A “taphophile” is someone who has more than a passing interest in burial places.

    Cemeteries can hold beautiful sculptures, moving epitaphs, and genealogical secrets as well as religious meaning. If you were a tombstone tourist and could visit any burial place or shrine in the world, where would it be? Who would it belong to? Someone famous or obscure? Write a poem about one grave in particular.

    Writer’s DIgest Meeting My Fate Minimal Poem

     

    that september date

    I met my fate

    when she walked

    out of my dreams

    off a bus

    into my life

    becoming my wife.

    For today’s prompt, write a minimum poem. Some people only do the minimum; others like to pay the minimum. When I first started working, I earned minimum wage. My kids had to reach a minimum height requirement to ride roller coasters at amusement parks. 

    Writing Com Dw Drop In Daily  Beverages

    in the morning

    I drink a cup

    of snarling hot coffee

    while watching the news

     

    in the afternoon

    I shift to tea

    either earl gray

    or herbal tea

     

    at sunset

    I drink red wine

    with my wife

     

    as the evening

    shifts into night

     

    I drink rum

    or whiskey

     

    to end the day

    right.

    NaPoWrMo PNRCP

     

    My mother was an original

    One of a kind person

    Unique in her ways.

     

    She had many sayings

    That has stuck with me

    Over the years.

     

    She was not a big fan

    Of birthdays

    Even forgot my 18th birthday.

     

    She said on her birthday

     

    “Well that means

    One year closer to the grave.”

     

    One of her funiest saying

    Was how she described

    Getting to Berkeley

    In the late 30’s.

     

    She had ran away

    From a large but abusive family

    In Little Rock, Arkansas.

     

    Part of the so-called “lost tribe”

    Of the Cherokee Indians

    Also known as the Black Irish

     

    She said that she was just

    Part of the government run

    “Plantetary Nut  Reconfigeration Program”.

     

    Every ten years

    The world flips

    And all the nuts

    Roll down here

    And end up in California.

     

    Here’s some info on the Lost Tribe of the Cherokees. There are only about 50,000 left.  According to Bing Co-Pilot, “The Lost Tribe of the Cherokees, also known as the Black Dutch or Black Irish, is estimated to number around 9,000 in Arkansas and approximately 500 more in southern Missouri. These individuals seek recognition as a tribe after years of investigation. The federal Bureau of Indian Affairs (BIA) has been diligently working on their recognition petition for nine years1.

    Interestingly, some theories propose a connection between the Cherokee people and the Ten Lost Tribes of IsraelGenetic studies have even labeled the Cherokees as a Middle Eastern-North African population, suggesting this intriguing possibility23.

    While the Cherokee Nation in Oklahoma does not consider this group to be legitimate, their quest for recognition continues, and their history remains a fascinating chapter in Native American heritage. 🌳🔍

    TBC next week

    The End

     

     

     

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    Check it out. Great write-up.

    Two Drops of Ink Update

    Two Drops of Ink Publishes Recent Poems

    the Cosmic Bench in Lithia Park Published in Two Drops of Ink

    Cosmos’s Reading List 2021

    Two Drops of Ink: A Literary Blog

    The Literary Home for Collaborative Writing

    NOVEMBER 7, 2021MARILYN L. DAVIS

    Sunday Spotlight: John “Jake” Cosmos Aller

    By: Marilyn L. Davis

    I suffer from poet envy. I can’t ever get past thinking that roses are red, and then I get stuck.

    One person that I’ve always admired is John “Jake” Cosmos Aller. His poetry seems to reflect many thoughts I’ve had about life, love, loss, and loneliness.

    Touched by Jake’s Words

    We know that any writer who touches us stays with us, and with each subsequent Poetry Break or fiction submission for the Best 1000 words for an Image Prompt, he hasn’t disappointed me.

    Lithia Park
    lithia park

     

     

     

     

     

     

    Take the image of the bench above. Several writers tackled it in the contest, but no one brought that bench to life – literally –  as Jake did in his entry for Best 1000 Words for the Image Contest: John Cosmos Aller: The Cosmic Bench in Lithia Park 

    Excerpt:

    The bench woke up and spoke to Sam.

    “Sam, how are you doing? An old friend of mine, I am delighted that I can speak with you.”

    Sam looked around and could not find out where the voice was coming from but realized that the bench had spoken to him. Sam laughed and said, “Well, bench, if you can speak, tell me what you know.”

    The bench spoke of Sam’s life and of the lives of others in the community that Sam knew. The bench said he knew everything that occurred in the lives of the people that sat down to rest, reflect, or remember.

    And the trees knew, too, as did the cosmic cat and even the squirrels. But people, well, they just did not know how to listen to nature and the world around them. In a way, it was too bad because the bench had so much wisdom to implant.

    I See His Poetry

    When I started at Two Drops of Ink in 2014, I claimed the job of finding images for posts. Scott Biddulph was a great editor, but his choice of images sometimes seemed lackluster. Don’t worry, we had that conversation, so I’m not talking behind his back. His response was, “I don’t have an artistic talent; you do.”

    So I scoured every known site and found Pixabay and Unsplash. If you need images for your blog, these are two free-to-use sites that never disappoint me.

    I loved the job then and still do. Some of Jake’s poetry has been especially fun to the image. It might just be me, but if you squint, I think you can see a little of Jake in the image for Just An Unhinged Lunatic Howling At The Moon

     

     

     

     

     

     

    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

    Just an unhinged lunatic

    Howling at the moon

    Switching Gears

    From a female perspective, we sometimes wish we had that kind of influence on a man. But then, Jake switches things up for us in Howling at the Moon. Our love-struck man transforms under the effects of the moon:

    Excerpt:

    Pink Moon

     

     

     

     

     

    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

    Understanding His Characters

    The other thing I like about Jake’s poetry is that he writes about subjects I know, if not first hand, then in the retelling by countless men and women I’ve worked with for 30 years. Addiction either robs us, or we give it away, all the things that some people take for granted – a job, home, children, car, or food on the table.

    Some of the characters in his poetry are downtrodden, not necessarily from addiction, but the sentiments and experiences of his character in Just Enough for Coffee sound hauntingly familiar.

    Alzheimer’s, homelessness, and out-of-work are subjects that most people wouldn’t tackle in poetry, yet Jake does so admirably.

    Excerpt:

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    The homeless man

    Had been on the streets

    For too long

    Barely remembered his life

    Before early-onset Alzheimer’s 

    Robbed him of his job

    His dignity

    His wife 

    His life

    His money

    Now he drifted

    Waiting for the grim reaper

    To call him home 

    Any day now

    He prayed nightly

    To a god

    That he no longer believed in

    Lonely and Laudable Words

    Jake delves into loneliness with wonderful mind/word images in many of his poems. Here are some that express the despair of all humans cut off from contact, friendship, and love in Reflections and One Crazy Day.

    Excerpt:

     

     

     

     

    One dismal night

    One lousy, lonely, loathsome demented night

    In a godforsaken bar

    In the global south

    In a tropical hell hole

    Drinking my way to hell

    As fast as I could

    Drinking alone with my buddies

    Jack Daniels, Jimmy Walker

    Wild Turkey and Old Grandad

    Excerpt:

    I looked up

    Looked out at the window

    At the full 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

    Climate Change in Poetry?

    I am so impressed with Jake’s ability to take a hot topic and turn it into poetry. Ten Years After Climate Change Collapse envisions the collapsed world through a poet’s eyes. Excerpt:

    Sam Adams carried heat

    To protect himself

    Against the wild animals.

    The lions, tigers, coyotes, wolves,

    And their running feral dog gangs,

    Who prowled the city streets

    Preying on deer, feral cows,

    feral cats and pigs

    Who grazed among the ruins.

    And the two-legged neo-savage gangs,

    And what was left of the city police

    Interchangeable with the gangsters,

    Battled it out for control.

    The second poem in that group sizes up the situation from the Lion King’s perspective. We’ve spent years killing animals and they finally decide that enough is enough.

    Excerpt:

    lion
    lion

     

     

     

     

     

    The lion king,

    Addresses the animal parliament

    The question before them

    Was simple.

    Will humans have to die,

    To atone for their sins,

    In almost destroying the world.

    Through pollution, mismanagement of resources

    Subsequent climate  change,

    Fueled by greed and corruption?

    Are all humans guilty as charged

    Will they all have to die?

    Positive Poetry from Jake Aller

    Before you think that all of Jake’s poetry is maudlin and melancholy, there’s a humorous and positive side to many of his poems, too.  Dora, The Intergalactic Explorer, and Dragonfly in My Mind are two that show his playful, positive side.

    Excerpt:

    dora
    dora

    Dora, the intergalactic explorer

    Is traveling to the strangest planet

    of all the known worlds

    she is traveling incognito

    with a video crew

    making a documentary

    the planet earth

    is known as a planet

    of intelligent monkeys

    Excerpt:

    Oh, difficult, negative thoughts

    Be gone

    Like the bugs

    You are

    I’ll squash you like

    The evil creatures

    You are

    The sweet music

    Invades my soul

    Driving away

    The evil bugs

    And I soar

    Like the majestic

    Dragonfly

    Far above

    The chaos below

    Piqued Your Interest in Jake’s Poetry?

    I hope I’ve gotten your attention and that you read Jake’s posts here at Two Drops of Ink. Here’s four more for your enjoyment:

    A Wild Man Sits in a Gilded Cage

    2019 The Last Year of America’s Greatness

    Mocking Faces Staring at Me

    God’s Confession

    I Bet He Could Improve on Roses are Red

    I wonder if Jake could help me with my roses are red? Oh, sorry, I digress. But I just know that with the imagination Jake has, he could do something magical. I might just ask him.

    Bio: John “Jake” Cosmos Aller

    John “Jake” Cosmos Aller is a novelist, poet, and former Foreign Service officer, having served 27 years with the U.S. State Department. He toured in ten countries – Antigua, Barbados, Dominica, Grenada, Korea, India, St Kitts, St Lucia, St Vincent, Spain, and Thailand, and traveled to 45 countries during his career.

    Jake has been an aspiring novelist for several years. He is pursuing publication on:

    He has been writing poetry all his life and has published his poetry in electronic poetry forums, including All Poetry, Moon Café, and Duane’s Poetree and literary magazines.

    He is looking forward to transitioning to his third career – full-time novelist and poet after completing his second career as a Foreign Service officer and his first career as an educator overseas for six years upon completing his Peace Corps service in South Korea.

    LINKS:

    https://kr.linkedin.com/in/jakealler

    http://www.Writing.Com/authors/Jcosmos

    http://www.poetrysoup.com/me/jakecosmos

    http://www.moontowncafe.com/members/view_profile.asp?id=28083

    https://allpoetry.com/Jake_Aller

     

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    Down in the Dirt Updates

     

    “Down in the Dirt” has published two of my poems.

    Lone Foreigner Hiking the Seoul City Walls

    Hiker
    Hiker

     

     

     

     

     

    A Lone foreign male hiker
    In the hills above the city
    Hiking along the ancient Seoul City walls

    500 years after the founding
    Of the city in 1492

    Balancing his walk
    Amid the boulders
    The winter is coming
    Soon he thinks

    And finishes his hike
    Heading to a bar
    To sake his thirst

    Some soju, and bulgogi
    Will do the trick
    He thinks to himself

    Just another day
    in the life

    Of an unknown nameless
    Foreigner in the city
    Of Seoul

    Part of the ten million
    Naked stories
    In the big city

    An Old Man Visits His Wife’s Grave

     

    corona
    corona

     

     

     

     

     

    An Old man
    Goes to the grave
    Of his beloved wife

    Carrying her favorite flowers
    And a guitar
    Playing her love songs
    As he remembers her life

    Blaming it all
    On the damn coronavirus Pandemic
    Killing thousands every day
    As politicians play games

    The dead remain dead
    he hears his wife’s voice
    from beyond the grave

    she is a corona ghost
    he wishes he were there with her
    as he plays his mournful love songs

    he lays down for a moment
    and becomes another Corona ghost
    just another death that lonely day

    Down in the Dirt has published the following poems over the last few years.

    3 5 7 love poem
    An Old Man Visits His Wife’s Grave
    April 30 In Search of America 1975 – Hitch hiking Tales
    Charles Bukowski Road Not Chosen
    Fallen Dreams Litter the Ground
    If you’ve been around
    John (“Jake”) Cosmos Aller bio
    Lone Foreigner Hiking the Seoul City Walls
    My Name Is Nobody
    Snarling Cup of Coffee
    Strangeness in the Air
    Unhinged Lunatic Howling at the Full Moo

     

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    3 5 7 love poem

    3 5 7 love poem

    To My Dream Woman Who Loves Me to my dream woman who has loved me so over the years since I first dreamt of meeting her thank you for finding me and rescuing me I just have three words to say I love you Saran hae and in a million other languages and will love you until the end of time writers digest prompt to write a x Blank x BLACK OUT POEM Black out Poem God’s Punishment Original text During a press briefing today to address the nation’s response to the coronavirus pandemic, President Trump was asked about certain Christian pastors who plan to defy state lockdown orders and hold Easter church services this Sunday. “I’ve had talks with the pastors, and most of the pastors agree … that they are better off doing what they are doing, which is, distancing,” Trump said, adding that the pastors want to “get back to church so badly.” Report Advertisement Trump then referred to a notorious pastor who sits on his religious advisory council. Defend democracy. Click to invest in courageous progressive journalism today. “I’m going to be watching Pastor Robert Jeffress, who’s been a great guy,” Trump said. “He’s a great guy and I’m going to be watching on a laptop.” Jeffress is known for his litany of statements demonizing the LGBT community, abortion, and secular people. One of his most reviled comments came in 2015 when he said the 9/11 attacks were God’s punishment on America for abortion. “People ask me all the time,” Jeffress said during a speech at Liberty University. “‘Well, I just don’t understand why God wouldn’t protect our nation and he would allow these radical Muslims in 2001 to kill 3,000 of our citizens and why God doesn’t protect us. Surely, God doesn’t use pagans to bring judgment upon his own people, does he?’” “I’ve had talks with the pastors, and most of the pastors agree … that they are better off doing what they are doing, which is, distancing,” Trump said, adding that the pastors want to “get back to church so badly.” Report Advertisement Trump then referred to a notorious pastor who sits on his religious advisory council. Defend democracy. Click to invest in courageous progressive journalism today. “I’m going to be watching Pastor Robert Jeffress, who’s been a great guy,” Trump said. “He’s a great guy and I’m going to be watching on a laptop.” Jeffress is known for his litany of statements demonizing the LGBT community, abortion, and secular people. One of his most reviled comments came in 2015 when he said the 9/11 attacks were God’s punishment on America for abortion. “People ask me all the time,” Jeffress said during a speech at Liberty University. “‘Well, I just don’t understand why God wouldn’t protect our nation and he would allow these radical Muslims in 2001 to kill 3,000 of our citizens and why God doesn’t protect us. Surely, God doesn’t use pagans to bring judgment upon his own people, does he?’” Black out text the coronavirus pandemic, President Trump hold Easter church services this Sunday. “I’ve had talks with the pastors, get back to church so badly.” “He’s a great guy and I’m going to be watching on a laptop.” he 9/11 attacks were God’s punishment on America for abortion. “People ask me all the time,” ‘Well, I just don’t understand why God wouldn’t protect our nation and he would allow these radical Muslims in 2001 to kill 3,000 of our citizens and why God doesn’t protect us. Surely, God doesn’t use pagans to bring judgment upon his own people, does he?’” Poem Corona Pandemic is Not’s God’s Punishment Amid the coronavirus pandemic, President Trump Attended virtual Easter church services I’ve had talks with the pastors, We need to get back to church so badly.” Rev Jeffries is a great guy I’m going to be watching on a laptop.” Rev Jeffries said The 9/11 attacks were God’s punishment on America for abortion. “People ask me all the time,” ‘Well, I just don’t understand why God wouldn’t protect our nation and he would allow these radical Muslims in 2001 to kill 3,000 of our citizens and why God doesn’t protect us. Surely, God doesn’t use pagans to bring judgment upon his own people, does he?’” I am sad to report Rev Jeffries I spoke to God This morning He confirmed He did not cause 9-11 To bring judgement On the US For abortion He went on to say The corona virus Is beyond his control And he is not sending it To punish the US Or the world His final words Please tell Rev Jeffries To simply STFU poetry super highway black out poem coffee Whitney my coffee morning delight all day long not though at night can not sleep afternoon coffee leads to nightmares lasts all night writing.com Whitney poem form coffee Hay Na Ku hot coffee in morning ice coffee afternoon Drink coffee afternoon will soon have bad nightmares must have my coffee now drink coffee all day long no way sleep will come me curse of my mad coffee writing.com prompt write a Hay Na Ku Poem Daily Dew Drop In submissions as well women playing the lute contemplating God a woman sits by herself playing the lute deep in contemplation thinking of God's love for her thinking of the devil and his temptations she continues playing the lute all poetry contest

     

    Missing you missing me
    Dreaming about you, do you dream the same
    Will love you until end of time; will you remember me then?

    April 30 In Search of America 1975 – Hitch hiking Tales

    April 30 In Search of America 1975 – Hitch hiking Tales

    hitchhikers
    hitchhikers

     

     

     

     

     

     

    When I was young and foolish
    Broke and stubborn
    I hitchhiked across the USA

    Started in Salt Lake City
    Where my greyhound bus pass
    Was stolen

    The station manager
    Could have helped me
    But refused to do so

    Threaten to call the cops
    When I grabbed my bags Without the stolen tags

    I said
    Go ahead
    But I am so out of here

    Wondered about Salt Lake City
    Went to a bar
    Found I had to buy my booze
    Next door
    And they would mix it for me

    Had to order food too
    After a bloody Mary
    And a burger

    I walked about town
    Saw the Mormon Temple

    Finally about 3 pm
    It was time to hit the road
    Did not look back

    Ended up in Cody Wyoming
    Got a room shower
    Steak beer
    Using my rapidly depleted cash Spent 25 dollars
    Money really went far
    Back in those days

    A band of professional
    Communist agitators
    Gave me a ride
    To Des Moines

    Lots of weed, booze
    And politics later
    Got off the road
    Slept outside

    Next day
    A beautiful woman
    Drove me to near Chicago
    In a red mustang

    Might have been
    The girl in the song
    Took it easy
    Digging her vibe

    She invited home
    But was not sure
    If her estranged husband
    Would welcome me

    So, I am being foolish
    And inexperienced with women
    Did not go to her place

    And always regretted
    That I had lost
    My chance that day

    Then on to Chicago
    Several rides later
    Visited friends

    Hit the road again
    A series of uneventful rides
    With truckers
    And others

    And a week later
    I ended in New York City

    Slept along the way
    In cars
    In truck stops
    In high way rest stops

    Always moving
    Always going
    Non stop talking
    And lots of free weed
    And beer
    And conversation

    One more memorable ride
    Occurred outside Albany
    On my return to Chicago

    A middle age creepy looking man
    Picked me up
    In a brand-new Cadillac

    He was he said a dynamite deliverer
    For the Mafia
    Went to various places
    To blow up shit

    He hated a lot of people
    Particularly hippies from California
    And Jewish people

    Looking at me to confirm
    That I was both

    I told him that I lived in New York
    And had never been to California
    And although I might have looked Jewish
    As I what was called back in the day
    A “Jewfro”

    I was not Jewish
    Many years later I discovered
    That I am indeed part Jewish
    But then I did not know
    And I felt a bit of strategic information
    Might keep me alive

    Then I realized that he was just jiving with me
    And we relaxed
    And he pulled out some weed
    And beer
    And we mellowed out

    But I believe that he really was with the mob
    Perhaps not a dynamite dealer
    A real made Italian made mafia member

    By Chicago
    I had enough
    I called my Dad
    Told him what had happened

    Wanted a ticket home
    And he sent me a ticket
    And 500 dollars
    And I went home

    I told him I would tell him
    My tales some day
    But never did

    I learned so much
    About my fellow Americans
    And the strange vibe
    That was 1975

    And now it is too late
    But I wanted to finally
    Tell the world

    Of my hitchhiking tales
    In search of America 1975

     

    Charles Bukowski Road Not Chosen

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    Charles Bukowski Road Not Chosen

    While reading Charles Bukowski poetry
    On the metro ride home
    Listening to Buddha bar music
    On my oh too hip IPod

     

     

     

    I begin to see myself as I was
    Over 30 years ago when I was merely a bit player
    A minor character in a Charles Bukowski poem

    A wild young underemployed intellectual
    Hanging out in dismal bars and dives all over Asia and California
    Hanging with disreputable women and drunks and drinkers
    And characters out of his kinds of haunts

    A mad poet bard of the underground
    A drunken poet in a drunken bum show
    That nightly played in his head

    Then one day I met the women of my dreams
    And went down a different path
    A long slow path to respectability

    And now 30 years later
    I am no longer a wild man
    I am still a poet at heart
    But I am now also a bureaucrat
    In a button down suite

    Doing the people’s business
    Working for the Government
    I’ve become the Man

    Sometimes I wonder
    Would I have been better off
    Going down that another path

    Would I have ended up
    Somewhere else
    Doing something else

    Would I have been as happy
    Would I have been as successful?

    There is no answer that satisfies
    The longing in my heart
    For that wild thing
    That still lurks beneath
    It’s civilized cover

    And I know that I am still
    A mad poet at heart
    Railing against the injustice of the world

    As I work day by day in the belly of the great beast of State
    I recall the ancient Chinese saying,
    “Confucian during the day while Taoist rebel at night”
    Playing out in my head and nightly dreams
    In the true American Upper class patrician tradition

    I close the book and look out the window
    Get off the train, and walk slowly home

    And realize I had no choice
    But to take the path that I’ve trodden on

    And so I put aside my misgivings
    And say goodbye to my “Bukowskian”desires
    For another night of domestic contentment

    Was it worth it all to take the conventional path
    And not take the bohemian road to hell and back

    I look at my wife and realize
    I had no choice, had no choice
    But to follow her to the ends of the earth

    And beyond by her side as we walked our path
    Of shared destiny

    Goodbye Charles Bukowski wherever you are
    May I meet you in a bar in the next life
    And figure out where we should have gone

    Until then the drinks are on me.

     

    Fallen Dreams Litter the Ground

    Fallen Dreams Litter the Ground

    In the fall weather
    As I walk amid the falling leaves
    I see the signs everywhere

    Of the fall of America
    The once great and mighty Empire
    Everywhere signs of the fall appear

    The dark skies mirror
    The darkness that settled over our land

    Death, destruction and random acts of chaos
    Are all around us
    Surrounding us with visions of doom

    Nothing can stop the bloodletting
    No one seems to be in charge

    As the leaves fall
    And the darkness descends
    The fall of America continues

    If you’ve been around

    If you’ve been around

    If you’ve been around
    As much as I have
    Decades of memories
    Fill up your brain’s hard drive

    Remembering the dead
    Misremembering the living
    Seeing the past fly past
    Everywhere you go

    Thinking about things
    You did and did not do
    As your life begins to fade
    Sinking into lost worlds past

    Seeing the ghosts
    Of all you knew
    Whispering Soon you will
    Be joining us

     

    Lone Foreigner Hiking the Seoul City Walls

    Lone Foreigner Hiking the Seoul City Walls

    Hiker
    Hiker

    A Lone foreign male hiker
    In the hills above the city
    Hiking along the ancient Seoul City walls

     

     

     

    500 years after the founding
    Of the city in 1492

    Balancing his walk
    Amid the boulders
    The winter is coming
    Soon he thinks

    And finishes his hike
    Heading to a bar
    To sake his thirst

    Some soju, and bulgogi
    Will do the trick
    He thinks to himself

    Just another day
    In the life

    Of an unknown nameless
    Foreigner in the city
    Of Seoul

    Part  of the ten million
    Naked stories
    In the big city

     

    My Name Is Nobody

    My Name Is Nobody

    My name, it is Nobody
    No one cares who I am
    I am just a nameless clone
    In the cold, unfeeling bureaucracy

    Just one of the army
    Of civilians

    who flood into and out of the city
    Every day

    A non-entity,
    A ghost
    A govbot
    A cyber
    A spook
    A faceless automan
    A bureaucrat

    Just a grey-suited
    Cog in the machinery
    And no one cares
    No one knows who I really am

    And I am legend
    Everywhere and nowhere

    Just the way this modern world
    All shred of humanity
    Crushed beneath

    The cruel wheel of society
    In the cold, harsh world
    There is no room anymore
    For true human feelings

    We are just robots, clones, machines
    And so I go to work
    Put on my mask

    And no one hears my inner screams
    And no one will ever care

    Snarling Cup of Coffee

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    cartoon man who drank too much coffee
    cartoon man who drank too much coffee

    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

    Strangeness in the Air

    Strangeness in the Air

    There is a strangeness in the air
    A sense of cosmic unease
    Hangs silently in the purple crystalline sky

    America woke up
    And decided it was time
    To quit following like lemmings
    Over the Clift

    As the pied piper chants
    Stay the course, stay the course
    We were like lemmings following him
    Dying to save his wounded pride

    Today there is that strange difference
    In the air
    As Americans woke up
    And threw off their chains of fear

    Unhinged Lunatic Howling at the Full Moon

     

    Unhinged Lunatic Howling at the Full 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

     

    Charles Bukowski Road Not Chosen 

    And Other Poems 

    By Jake Cosmos Aller 

     

    Published in Down in the Dirt 

     

    Charles Bukowski Road Not Chosen 

    John (“Jake”) Cosmos Aller 

    While reading Charles Bukowski poetry 
    On the metro ride home 
    Listening to Buddha bar music 
    On my oh too hip IPod 

    I begin to see myself as I was 
    Over 30 years ago when I was merely a bit player 
    A minor character in a Charles Bukowski poem 

    A wild young underemployed intellectual 
    Hanging out in dismal bars and dives all over Asia and California 
    Hanging with disreputable women and drunks and drinkers 
    And characters out of his kinds of haunts 

    A mad poet bard of the underground 
    A drunken poet in a drunken bum show 
    That nightly played in his head 

    Then one day I met the women of my dreams 
    And went down a different path 
    A long slow path to respectability 

    And now 30 years later 
    I am no longer a wild man 
    I am still a poet at heart 
    But I am now also a bureaucrat 
    In a button down suite 

    Doing the people’s business 
    Working for the Government 
    I’ve become the Man 

    Sometimes I wonder 
    Would I have been better off 
    Going down that another path 

    Would I have ended up 
    Somewhere else 
    Doing something else 

    Would I have been as happy 
    Would I have been as successful? 

    There is no answer that satisfies 
    The longing in my heart 
    For that wild thing 
    That still lurks beneath 
    It’s civilized cover 

    And I know that I am still 
    A mad poet at heart 
    Railing against the injustice of the world 

    As I work day by day in the belly of the great beast of State 
    I recall the ancient Chinese saying, 
    “Confucian during the day while Taoist rebel at night” 
    Playing out in my head and nightly dreams 
    In the true American Upper class patrician tradition 

    I close the book and look out the window 
    Get off the train, and walk slowly home 

    And realize I had no choice 
    But to take the path that I’ve trodden on 

    And so I put aside my misgivings 
    And say goodbye to my “Bukowskian”desires 
    For another night of domestic contentment 

    Was it worth it all to take the conventional path 
    And not take the bohemian road to hell and back 

    I look at my wife and realize 
    I had no choice, had no choice 
    But to follow her to the ends of the earth 

    And beyond by her side as we walked our path 
    Of shared destiny 

    Goodbye Charles Bukowski wherever you are 
    May I meet you in a bar in the next life 
    And figure out where we should have gone 

    Until then the drinks are on me.  

     

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    Fallen Dreams Litter the Ground 

    John (“Jake”) Cosmos Aller 

    In the fall weather 
    As I walk amid the falling leaves 
    I see the signs everywhere 

    Of the fall of America 
    The once great and mighty Empire 
    Everywhere signs of the fall appear 

    The dark skies mirror 
    The darkness that settled over our land 

    Death, destruction and random acts of chaos 
    Are all around us 
    Surrounding us with visions of doom 

    Nothing can stop the bloodletting 
    No one seems to be in charge 

    As the leaves fall 
    And the darkness descends 
    The fall of America continues 
     

     

    My Name Is Nobody 

    John (“Jake”) Cosmos Aller 

    My name, it is Nobody 
    No one cares who I am 
    I am just a nameless clone 
    In the cold unfeeling bureaucracy 

    Just one of the army 
    Of civilians who flood into and out of the city 
    Every day 

    A non-entity, 
    A ghost 
    A govbot 
    A cyber 
    A spook 
    A faceless automan 
    A bureaucrat 

    Just a grey suited cog in the machinery 
    And no one cares 
    No one knows who I really am 

    And I am legend 
    Everywhere and nowhere 

    Just the way this modern world 
    All shred of humanity 
    Crushed beneath the cruel wheel of society 

    In the cold harsh world 
    There is no room anymore 
    For true human feelings 

    We are just robots, clones, machines 
    And so I go to work 
    Put on my mask 

    And no one hears my inner screams 
    And no one will ever care  

     

    Strangeness in the Air 

    John (“Jake”) Cosmos Aller 

    There is a strangeness in the air 
    A sense of cosmic unease 
    Hangs silently in the purple crystalline sky 

    America woke up 
    And decided it was time 
    To quit following like lemmings 
    Over the Clift 

    As the pied piper chants 
    Stay the course, stay the course 
    We were like lemmings following him 
    Dying to save his wounded pride 

    Today there is that strange difference 
    In the air 
    As Americans woke up 
    And threw off their chains of fear 
     

     

     

     

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    • Unfortunately, mass shootings have become so common in the U.S. here are my gun poems written over the last few years. A few have been published. I hope and pray that our political leaders will do something to solve the problem. The NRA’s position seems to be more guns for everyone is the solution.
    • They are so wrong. The widespread availability of super lethal weapons is the problem.   You simply can’t kill on a mass level with knives, or hammers, you need a high powered weapon designed to kill as many people as possible in the shortest time possible and you need to be so deranged that you want to kill as many people as possible in the shortest time possible. Universal background checks would help, treating guns like we treat cars would help. Red flag laws would help.
    • Miltiary  weapons must be banned
    • Guns should be registered, and owners should have to buy liability insurance.
    • We need universal background checks now!
    • The federal government should spend time and money studying the causes and prevention of gun violence.
    • Buying back assault weapons would be a good idea as well. I do agree with the NRA on one point, we should prosecute people who use guns in the commission of a crime and enforce all existing laws.
    • Gun violence in america

    But sadly, nothing will be done and there will be another

    Another mass shooting to start the day

    More Gun Poems and Rants

    Index

    The Resurgence Of Racism, What’s Going On?

    So Many Gun Deaths –What’s Going On Found Poem

    NRA How Low Can You Go?

    Guns Are Not Our Friend

    Just Another Gun Death In America

    Another Day, Another Shooting

    President Trump Words Matter

    Chief Of Staff, You Are Absurd

    NRA, Please Stop Talking

    More Guns For Everyone In The World

    Virginia Beach Massacre Never Again Ever

    Virginia Beach Massacre

    It’s A Gun Situation, Mr. President

    Dear Speaker Ryan

    I Don’t Get It

    More Guns Than People Found Poem

    Letter to Governor Abbot

    When Will This Madness End?

    Begin Poems

    Resurgence of Racism =What’s Going On?

    whats going on

    These days
    There seems to be
    A resurgence
    Of racism across the land
    And the world

    As populist leaders
    And ex-leaders
    Flame the fires
    Of hate
    Ever higher

    As Jim Crow laws
    Proliferate
    And police become gangstas
    And minorities
    Are targeted by the police

    The right media
    Taken over
    By the forces of hate
    Officially becoming
    The media of the white suprematism

    And so, it goes
    The hate continues to spread
    And so many more
    Will lie dying

    That’s what’s going on
    Marvin Gay
    My friend

    So Many Gun deaths –What’s Going On 

     

     

     

     

     

    Marvin Gay once sang
    What’s going on
    Wonder what he would say
    About all the thousands
    Who lies dying?

    Every single day
    At the hands of madmen
    With a gun

    What would he say?
    To this carnage in the streets

    The list goes on and on
    Never-ending carnage

    Without any further commentary
    137 mass shootings

    Since January
    137 incidents
    There are much more

    Since these only lists
    Mass shootings
    Of four or more

    The List

    Gun deaths in 2021

    NRA How Low Can You Go?

    I thought that the NRA
    Could not get any lower
    But today they did

    They tweeted out
    Their Mother’s Day message
    A mom and her daughter
    Holding military assault rifles

    With the caption
    “Momma Did not Raise a victim”

    NRA add

    NRA Mother’s Day Add

    The add came out
    On a weekend
    That saw more than
    seven mass shootings
    All across the land

    The NRA has no shame
    Blood is on their hands
    Because of them

    We have not been able
    To do anything at all
    About the epidemic
    Of gun violence

    That is killing
    Far too many of us
    Turning so many people
    Into Gun Ghosts
    Joining the corona ghost army

    Looking at that vile add
    I said,

    “Momma may not have raised a victim
    But she did raise a monster

    NRA
    How evil
    How despicable
    Can you get

    Celebrating gun violence
    On Mother’s Day?

    Just  Another Gun Death in America

    Turning on the dismal dark news
    Every morning at dawn

    There is another grim story
    To brighten my morning gloom

    The Latest story – a lone gunman
    Opens fire at time square
    At sunset

    Another deranged madman
    With a gun and a grievance
    Shooting up a crowd

    As tourists scream
    And flee the scene

    Wondering if this is just
    Another movie set
    Scene went awry

    Unfortunately,
    No, it is life and death
    Live and in living color

    Just another Saturday night
    Live in NYC
    And across the land

    As another madman’s life
    unravels before the world’s eyes
    Live and in living color

    MUST WATCH TV
    SCREAMS MY TV
    THAT’S RIGHT FOLKS
    DO NOT TURN OFF
    YOUR TV SET

    The NRA and their hired goons
    Go on air
    Offering useless thoughts
    And meaningless prayers

    Guns don’t kill people
    Guns make us free
    Guns are all American
    Liberals want to take your guns
    You need your AK 47
    To blow away bambi

    Or the thug BLM dude
    Next door
    Because Black Lives
    Do not Matter to You

    The only solution
    Are more guns for all
    An armed society
    Is a polite society

    Guns are the greatest gift
    that America gave to the world
    They are our friends
    And protector
    God bless our guns

    Just another day
    In their violent gun-ridden
    Gun paradise that is America
    is its imperial decline

    The gun victims
    Don’t hear their thoughts
    And prayers

    As they are now dead

    Just another gun ghost
    They join the thousands
    Of gun ghosts
    And the corona ghosts

    Their voices
    Crying in the wind
    No one cares anymore
    Just too many of them

    Another Day in the NRA’s Paradise

    Just another day in America
    Land of the free
    Home of the brave

    And guns
    lots of guns
    More guns for all
    Cries the NRA

    Yes, another day
    Another gun battles
    Another white man
    Who just wants to kill

    President Trump sends his condolences
    Thanks to the law enforcement
    For an incredible job, well done
    it was horrible

    Hate has no place
    In our country
    And we will take of it
    and do whatever we can do

    Offering useless fake condolences
    Nothing but false words
    Empty words

    Lots of things to do

    It is a mental illness problem
    But he fails to mention
    The words gun at all
    Not at all

    And tomorrow and tomorrow
    But he at least finally said
    Hate has no role in-country
    Nothing but prime bs
    In my humble opinion

    He did not mention
    White supremacy
    His rhetoric had nothing
    Nothing to do about
    This at all

    And so tomorrow
    I will turn on the TV
    And we see nothing
    Nothing had changed

    And the dead
    Will remain dead
    The guns will fire again
    Nothing will be done

    Welcome to America
    Land of the free
    Home of the brave

    And guns
    lots of guns
    More gun
    Guns for all
    God bless our guns

    President Trump Words Matter

     

     

     

     

    Mr. President words matter
    President Trump,
    Words matter
    Your words matter

    Your words of hate
    Your words of division

    Your words
    Calling fellow human beings
    Scum, vermis, invaders,
    Animals, thugs, criminals

    They matter a lot
    Is it little wonder
    That people listen
    Give into the hate,
    You spew forth

    And some deranged people
    act
    On your call
    For action

    Against the invaders
    On the border
    They march to the border
    To kill the invaders

    Your words matter
    Mr. President
    And your false words
    Of regret

    Fool no one
    The damage has been done
    The hate has been spread
    Just as you intended

    And you
    Have the gall
    To call yourself
    a Christian

    You are the anti-Christ
    The bible warns us about
    You are not a Christian
    So please quit pretending
    To be what you are not

    Please man up
    Accept your responsibility
    Set things right
    apologize

    The dead though
    Don’t need your useless prayers
    They need action
    They need leadership

    And you are the president
    Please start acting
    Like you give a damn

    And if you do so
    Perhaps
    You will find
    People will follow you

    But please
    Quit the words
    Of hate
    The words that hurt

    And quit calling immigrants
    Invaders and vermin
    They are human beings
    They are deserving of respect

    This I ask of you
    In Jesus’s name
    Even though

    I am not a Christian
    Please, Donald Trump
    Grow up

    And become the president
    Of the people
    And end the war of words
    And constant hate

    Chief of Staff, You are Absurd

    The president’s chief of staff
    Said the other day
    It was absurd

    To suggest that the president’s words
    Had anything to do
    With recent mass shootings

    Yet is it absurd
    To see the lengths
    To which the president’s supporters
    Will twist and turn
    Spinning away
    The inconvenient truth

    President Trump
    Is a racist bigot con man
    Who somehow
    Conned his way
    To become president

    He calls immigrants
    Criminals, vermin, animals
    invaders
    Infesting the country

    The El Paso shooter
    said that he went to the border
    To shoot the invaders
    And said
    That he was a big Trump fan

    It is not absurd
    To connect these two huge dots
    The president’s words
    Has real-world consequences

    Yes Mr. Trump is a racist pig
    And his supporters
    Are being absurd
    To suggest otherwise

    Guns kill people

    GUNS KILL PEOPLE
    GUNS KILL PEOPLE
    GUNS KILL PEOPLE

    Guns really do kill people
    That is their Buddha nature
    Their Karmic fate

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

    It is simply this
    A gun is a weapon
    A weapon designed to kill people
    That is what guns do

    Guns don’t care
    They do as they are told
    If you pull the trigger
    They will kill the victim

    That is what guns do
    It’s a gun thing

    That is why
    In a civilized society
    Like most of the world
    Military assault weapons
    Are locked up

    Yet in America
    The land of the free
    Home of the brave

    Everyone and his cousin
    Must have their gun

    Guns for everyone
    Cries the NRA
    That’s the solution

    The president
    And his supporters
    Deny the obvious

    Guns kill people
    That’s all they do
    It is a gun thing
    You would not understand

    So, mr. President
    You can take your words
    Your empty platitudes
    Your empty soulless promises

    Straight to hell
    And back

    Where with any luck
    Satan will use you
    As target practice

    NRA, Please Stop Talking

    Another day
    Another mass shooting
    Another incident

    Of domestic terrorism
    Another gunman
    Killing people

    Because just because
    The NRA and their stooges
    Come out
    Flood the airways

    With their noxious
    Poisonous weasel words

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

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

    Just have to accept
    It is all god’s will
    Guns don’t kill people
    If guns were outlawed
    Only outlaws
would have guns

    Only solution
    Are more guns
    For everyone

    An armed society
    They say
    Is a polite society

    Support for gun contro
    is socialist/communist/fascist/anti-american/anti-christian nonsense

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

    Jesus would want us all
    To be armed with machine guns

    To protect us against the evildoers
    It is the Christian thing to do
    To blow away evildoers
    With heavy arms

    In America
    Land of the free
    Home of the brave

    We can’t do anything
    At all

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

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

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

    Just not the appropriate time
    We only need prayers
    And meaningless thoughts

    Universal background checks
    Too onerous

    Registering guns
    Too burdensome

    Researching gun violence
    Waste of taxpayer money

    Banning military-style assault weapons
    Restricts my right to blow 
away
    Bambi the deer
    With an M16

    The NRA will keep talking
    Talking and talking
    Another and talking
    Preventing anything
    From being done

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

    So, my plead
    This day
    to the NRA
    And their stooges

    Talk is cheap
    Your comments
    Are not helping

    If you can’t
    Be a part of the solution

    Just stop talking
    Please stop talking
    And let the rest

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

    And stop the carnage

    So NRA

    PLEASE

    SHUT UP

    JUST

    STOP

    TALKING

    NOW!

    More Guns for Everyone in the World

    The NRA has decided
    That the best solution
    To the global problem
    Of rampant violence
    And crime everywhere

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

    The president is about to announce
    A global campaign against gun control restrictions
    As these restrictions are an undue burden
    On the rights of the U.S.arms manufacture

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    And the U.S.
    While proclaiming itself
    a champion of human rights

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

    Trump Administration Advances Plan to Relax Gun-Export Rules

    The Trump administration on Monday advanced a long-sought-after plan to relax export rules for American small arms, including semiautomatic rifles, handguns, and sniper rifles.

    In a private briefing with members of Congress, State Department officials outlined a proposed rule change that would transfer oversight of gun exports to the Department of Commerce. The proposed rule will be published in the federal register later this week, where it will be subject to public comment for 45 days. While it is unlikely, Congress could block the change using powers under the congressional review act.

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

    “Weakened congressional oversight of international small arms and munitions sales is extremely hazardous to global security,” said Senator Ben Cardin of Maryland, a democrat who serves on the Senate Committee on Foreign Relations, in an emailed statement. “this decision is also politically tone-deaf as our nation reckons with a gun violence epidemic.”

    A State Department spokesman said that the change would ease the regulatory burden on American gun makers and allow them to compete better globally.

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

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

    The proposed rule change would transfer control over the sale of small arms to the commerce control list, and congress would no longer be notified of large purchases.  Some arms control experts say reduced oversight could provide criminals, terrorists, or hostile states an opportunity to purchase American weapons.

    Under Department of Commerce weapon-export rules, “companies aren’t required to provide as much information about brokers or shipping” as they must under State Department supervision, said Colby Goodman, who examines American weapons exports as director of the security assistance monitor program at the center for international policy in Washington.

    “The world of firearms exports is full of questionable, dubious characters.”

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

    In September, Reuters reported that the trump administration was interested in reviving the rule change to encourage more international arms sales. With the formal commencement of the public comment period, the preparation has become policy reality.

    In April, the Trump administration said it would now consider economic factors in addition to security when it comes to selling American weapons overseas.

    The Trump administration has argued that the change would aid the domestic gun industry by cutting down on export regulation. American consumer sales of firearms have suffered since the 2016 election. After years of elevated sales in anticipation of possible new gun-control measures imposed by democratic lawmakers, domestic demand subsided as republicans took full control of the federal government.
    – alex yablon

    more guns for everyone

    Virginia Beach Massacre Never Again 

    another gun
    another gun

    In Virginia beach
    In a night of horrific scumbagery violence
    Rarely seen in this jaded age of ours

    EVERYONE WAS GONE IN LESS THAN AN HOUR

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

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

    Caused by the demons
    His soul was so infected

    Murderous demonic voices
    All in his head
    Screaming kill them all kill them all
    Screaming no stop violence in his head
    All the time

    Causing him to start shooting

    everyone he saw
    Regardless of who they were
    Or where they were
    Everyone must die
    Screamed the demonic
    Voices in his head

    No one can be left alive
    Everyone must die
    Virtually all must die

    In his internal video game
    Everyone must die
    Regardless of who they were
    Or where they were

    DEATH TO ALL HUMANS
    SCREAMED THE VOICES
    IN HIS HEAD

    As he hunted his victims
    Killing as many as he could

    Just another day
    Gone wrong
    All across america
    In every town
    Nowhere is safe anymore

    Virginia Beach Massacre 2

    Virginia beach massacre
    Just another night in America

    An active shooter
    Unleashes a night of
    Scumbagery violence
    rarely seen

    In this jaded wild world
    Gone in one hour

    In a spasm of horrific
    scumbagery

    In just less
    Than 30 short minutes
    Nothing more that

    In just a few
    Short 30 moments
    All the victims

    Were murdered while
    At their daily work
    Just at the Wrong place,
    At the wrong time

    Act of a demotic
    a deranged madman with a gun
    Voices screaming kill

    The voices scream

    DEATH

    TO

    ALL

    HUMANS

    The voices scream
    Oover and over
    All must die now

    Just another night
    In America
    Home of the free
    Land of the brave
    And guns for all

    It’s a gun situation, Mr. President

    President Trump

    You are wrong once again
    You said that the tragic events in Texas
    And Las Vegas was not “gun situations”
    But rather mental health problems

    And that in Texas
    If there had been
    Fewer gun controls
    Perhaps fewer people

    would have died

    President Trump
    I know you a smart man
    The smartest man in the world
    According to you

    So please contemplate this fact
    According to the latest findings
    It is a gun situation

    The reason the U.S.
    Is number one in gun deaths
    Is because we are number one
    in gun ownership

    We have so many gun deaths
    Because we have so many guns
    45% of the world’s guns in fact

    And 33 percent of the world’s shooters
    are Americans killing other Americans

    And most of them, the majority of them
    Are white people killing other White people
    Except for white Cops
    They like to kill black and brown people
    For some reason

    Almost never is it a black person
    Or an Asian person
    Or a female shooter

    No islamic terrorists
    Most are in fact
    Self-proclaimed
    White Suprematist Christians

    So, Mr. President
    When will you come to your senses?

    And do what 90 percent of the public wants
    Enact nationwide effective gun controls?

    And tell the NRA
    They can take their
    Blood money elsewhere

    When Mr. President
    When will you act
    When will you take charge

    And become a president of the people
    Instead of the president of the NRA

    Comment: Sent this to President Trump whoa dded me to his suckers email list – I was soon getting hundreds of emails a day from everyone including the NRA telling me that I was a valued member of team Trump and had to donate money to keep the socialist democrats from taking my guns away. End comment

    Based on the following article
    https://www.nytimes.com/2017/11/07/world/americas/mass-shootings-us-international.html

    Prayer works

    Dear speaker Ryan

    I want to tell you something
    The dead don’t want your prayers
    the dead don’t care
    That you pray for them
    They are dead after all

    And you and your so-called christian
    Are to blame
    You refuse to do anything
    Anything at all to stop the carnage
    In our streets

    The U.S. is flooded with guns
    And more are sold every day

    Millions of people
    Don’t have health coverage
    Millions are barely surviving
    And your answer

    Our dear great compassionate speaker
    Your answer
    Is prayer works
    Government action does not

    You act as if the gun violence
    Plaguing our country
    Was like the weather
    Beyond our control

    So, here’s my prayer for you
    and your colleagues

    When you die
    i pray that god
    will send you?

    And your friends
    Straight to hell

    Where satan and his demons
    Will use you for target practice

    That’s my prayer to you
    And as you know
    Prayer works

    Comment: Sent to Speaker Ryan who never responded, but he did not put me on his sucker email list. End Comment

    I don’t get it

    Mr. Speaker
    I admit I don’t get it
    how does prayer
    stop gun violence?

    Prayer did not work in Texas.
    26 people were murdered
    While praying.

    God if he exists
    Does not care
    About the poor people
    Who died in his church

    Because a mad man
    Got a gun

    And no, they were not praying
    To be delivered from death
    No one deserves to die like this

    So, my prayer to you
    Is simply this
    Get off your rear end
    Rally the country

    And do something
    About gun violence

    That’s a prayer
    I hope works

    Add house speaker Paul Ryan to the list of republicans offering only thoughts and prayers in the wake of sunday’s mass shooting in a texas church, because taking meaningful action is always off the table with him and his party.

    Speaking with Fox News Channel’s laura Ingram last night, Ryan reiterated that the victims and their families need more prayers because “prayer works.”

    Prayer doesn’t work.

    26 people were murdered while praying. Even Christians ought to admit that prayer doesn’t make a damn bit of difference and their god will do whatever their god wants to do, even if it means letting people die in the church because a domestic abuser got his hands on a semi-automatic weapon.
    Not that Ryan would ever say that.

    Instead, he just blamed the “far secular left” for not getting it.

    Read more at ryan blames the secular left for gun violence

    More guns than people found poem
    We don’t have more automobiles
    Than people in the united states of America.
    we don’t have more televisions than people.

    We don’t have more radios than people
    We don’t have more cell phones than people.
    What we do have is more guns than people.

    Lots more guns
    More guns than anywhere else
    In the world

    45% of all guns in fact
    393 million firearms
    A population of 326 million.
    That means there are 120.5 firearms
    For every 100 American citizens,

    It’s a sad fact.
    If every single person in the United States
    Possessed a gun, including babies, elderly people, and the infirm

    — even including those hospitalized and on their deathbeds

    — there would still be 67 million guns left over.

    sixty-seven million.

    The number of guns
    Owned by civilians
    Is an outrage,

    A profanity,
    a sign that this country
    This supposed Christian

    Peace-loving country
    Has lost its collective mind.
    But not to the national rifle association it isn’t
    The NRA has taken the position
    That what we need is more guns, not less.

    They say that more guns equal less crime,
    You need guns to defend yourself and your property,
    These groups tell us.

    If more people had more guns,
    criminals would be less likely to commit crimes
    Because they wouldn’t know who was armed
    And locked ready for bear
    Ready to defend themselves.

    An armed society
    is a peaceful polite society

    “the only way to stop a bad guy with a gun
    Is a good guy With a gun”

    Said NRA chief executive
    Wayne Lapierre
    After the Sandy Hook School Massacre
    In Connecticut
    Had killed 20 children
    And six schoolteachers and staff

    The good guy theory
    Is their rationale
    Behind arming teachers

    Arming teachers
    Is the argument
    They have for all

    The so-called
    Open carry laws
    That has been passed.

    Not one of the 19 mass shootings this year
    Was stopped by a good guy
    With a gun

    The NRA
    Said an armed civilian
    Shot the bad guys

    With a gun
    In Dayton

    It took
    66 shots to bring down the killer.
    They fired 40 rounds of.45 caliber ammunition,
    16 rounds of 233-millimeter ammunition
    And one shotgun round

    It is madness
    Every mass shooting
    Proves how mad it is

    Can you imagine what
    It must have been
    Like in the epoch nightclub bar
    In Dayton
    Or on the street in Odessa?

    Guns were going off
    People all around you
    Were hit wounded, dying
    Bleeding everywhere
    If you were carrying a gun a handgun,
    What would you have done?

    Hide get behind someone
    Run?

    That’s what i would do
    That’s what people did
    Dayton and Odessa

    These mass shootings
    Are acts of terror

    People are terrorized
    Sacred to death.

    They are lucky
    To be alive

    In a country with more guns
    Than people
    The good guys
    With a gun

    Myth is obscene

    In a country with more guns than people,
    the “good guy with a gun” myth
    is an obscenity.
    It’s a lie.

    GUNS DON’T SAVE US
    THEY KILL US

    Based on the following article

    We don’t have more automobiles than people in the united states of America. We don’t have more televisions than people. We don’t have more radios than people. We don’t have more cell phones than people.

    What we do have is more guns than people.

    A recent report published by the small arms survey in Geneva, Switzerland, found that there are more than 393 million firearms owned by civilians in this country. We have a population of 326 million. That means there are 120.5 firearms for every 100 American citizens, according to the Washington post. It’s a fact. If every single person in the united states possessed a gun, including babies, elderly people, and the infirm — even including those hospitalized and on their deathbeds — there would still be 67 million guns left over.  Sixty-seven million. 

    The number of guns owned by civilians is an outrage, a profanity, a sign that this country has lost its collective mind. But not to the national rifle association it isn’t. Not to the gun owners of America, another major gun lobby organization with over two million members, which is frequently critical of the NRA for being too soft on gun rights. These well-funded lobbies for gun manufacturers and gun owners have long taken the position that what we need is more guns, not fewer. They say that more guns equal less crime, despite FBI statistics that show conclusively that violent crime, and especially crimes involving firearms, is higher per capita in areas of the country with more guns.

    You need guns to defend yourself and your property, these groups tell us. If more people had more guns, criminals would be less likely to commit crimes because they wouldn’t know who was armed and ready to defend themselves.

    “the only way to stop a bad guy with a gun is with a good guy with a gun,” said NRA chief executive Wayne Laprier after the sandy hook school massacre in Connecticut that killed 20 children and six school staff. He said the same thing again after the Parkland, Florida, school massacre, which left 17 students and faculty dead. It has become the NRA’s favorite myth.

    The “good guy with a gun” theory is their rationale behind arming teachers. It’s the argument they have for all the so-called “open carry” laws that have been passed. At this point, 31 states allow people to openly carry firearms in public without a license. Another 15 allow open carry with some form of state-issued license. All 50 states allow people to carry concealed firearms with varying forms of restrictions and licensing. The idea is the more “good guys with a gun,” the better.

    according to ABC news, “there have been at least 19 deadly mass shootings in the U.S. so far in 2019.” There were two mass shootings last month on a single day, aug. 3. The first, in El Paso, Texas, was at a Walmart. Twenty-two people were killed and 24 were wounded. That night in Dayton, Ohio, 10 people were killed and another 17 were wounded in a shooting that happened in less than 30 seconds. On aug. 31, a shooter in Odessa, Texas, killed seven people and wounded 25, including three police officers.

    Not one of the 19 mass shootings this year was stopped by a “good guy with a gun,” an armed civilian. Police shot the “bad guys with a gun” in Dayton and Odessa. In Dayton, it took them 66 shots to bring down the killer. They fired 40 rounds of .45 caliber ammunition, 16 rounds of .233 millimeter ammunition, and one shotgun round. The killer took only 40 rounds to kill seven and wound 17 with his ar-15 style weapon. The alleged shooter in El Paso somehow evaded dozens of responding police officers before surrendering.

    Both Texas and Ohio allow open carry of firearms without a license, and yet in neither place was there a civilian “good guy with a gun” to stop the carnage amid panic and chaos. An armed U.S. soldier with a concealed carry license in El Paso drew his weapon before deciding to shuttle fleeing children safely out of the shopping mall.

    You have probably heard most of the arguments against these open carry laws. How will cops responding to an active shooter incident know who the shooter is, and who is just a passer-by carrying a gun? What’s going to happen in a crowded store like Walmart when there finally is a shootout between a killer and “good guys with guns?” Won’t a lot of innocent bystanders be being killed? If well-trained, heavily armed police can’t kill an active shooter with less than 66 bullets, how can we expect an armed teacher in a grade school to do it?

    It’s madness. Every mass shooting proves how mad it is. Can you imagine what it must have been like in the el paso walmart, or outside the bar in dayton, or on the street in odessa? Guns were going off. People all around you were hit, wounded, dying, bleeding. Even if you were carrying a handgun, what would you have done?

    Hide. Get behind something. Run. That’s what i would do.  That’s what people did in El Paso, Dayton, and Odessa.

    These mass shootings are acts of terror. People are terrorized, scared to death. They’re trying to stay alive.

    In a country with more guns than people, the “good guy with a gun” myth is an obscenity. It’s a lie. Guns don’t save us. They kill us.

    More guns

    every day more guns
    gun deaths everywhere
    more man men with guns
    shooting everyone
    you cannot escape

    So many deaths
    you cannot count
    five today
    more tomorrow

    NRA cries
    need more guns
    guns for all

    More guns
    More deaths
    Guns

    When will this Madness end?

    Yet again we turn on the TV
    And witness horrible scenes
    Of unparalleled violence, hatred, and despair

    An old man consumed by his own demons
    Opens fire from a hotel room
    Killing 58 people injuring hundreds

    In Las Vegas, Sin City
    And the cry goes out throughout the land
    Why yet again this tragedy?

    The usual suspects are rounded up
    It’s the culture, stupid, cry the conservative voices
    Guns are the price of our freedom
    Guns Don’t Kill People

    The only solution is more guns for everyone
    The only solution for a bad guy with a gun
    Is a good guy with a gun

    An armed society is a polite society

    No, it’s the guns, cry the liberal pundits
    We must confiscate the guns

    Ban Assault weapons
    And join the rest of the world
    Where such carnage does not occur

    And we sit around and argue
    Knowing that there will be a next time
    And another time and time and time again
    Until the end of time

    What is the sickness in our souls
    That allows for this hatred to fester so
    Deep within the minds of our killers

    Nothing will change
    Until we confront the evil
    That lurks deep within each of us

    There will be another Las Vegas
    Soon enough

    Dear Governor Abbot

    You say that you are a Christian
    Yet you have the gall
    to say that the proper response
    To the evil acts of the deranged gun man
    Who shot up a church
    Is to work closer with God

    And that evil people will find ways
    To commit evil acts
    And that there is nothing the government
    Can do to stop this madness

    It is the price of our freedom
    Why can’t you wake up
    And see that you can lead
    The way out of this madness?

    Thousands of people die
    Each year from guns in this country
    Turning everyone into prisoners
    Into their own homes
    Afraid to walk outside

    For fear that a nut job
    With a gun
    Will blow them away
    In Church, at the store
    In traffic

    And you and your NRA buddies
    Think the answer
    Is to arm everyone to the teeth

    And I wonder how Jesus
    Would react to how
    You have so misunderstood his message?

    You Sir are not a Christian
    And you Sir are going to not like
    What God has to say to you
    On Judgement day

    “We have evil that occurs in this world, whether it be a terrorist who uses a truck to mow down bikers in New York City, whether it be a terrorist who uses bombs or knives to stab people, or other terrorist who use vehicles, whether it be in Nice, France, or any other place in the entire world, who mow down people.

    And I’m going to use the words of the citizens of Sutherland Springs themselves, and that is, they want to work together for love to overcome evil, and you do that by working with God.”
    Texas Governor: Fight Gun Massacres By ‘Working With God’

    NOVEMBER 6, 2017 BY MICHAEL STONE

    Texas Governor Gregg Abbott claims prayer and “working with God” is the only way to prevent mass shooting events like the recent church massacre in rural Texas.

    In a deplorable bit of pandering Abbott said that the proper response to Sunday’s shooting is to confront evil through prayer and forge “a stronger connection to God.”
    Governor Abbott said:

    We have evil that occurs in this world, whether it be a terrorist who uses a truck to mow down bikers in New York City, whether it be a terrorist who uses bombs or knives to stab people, or other terrorist who use vehicles, whether it be in Nice, France, or any other place in the entire world, who mow down people.

    And I’m going to use the words of the citizens of Sutherland Springs themselves, and that is, they want to work together for love to overcome evil, and you do that by working with God.
    Most reasonable people reject Abbott’s impotent call to prayer and a “stronger connection to God.” In a statement concerning the recent Texas church massacre, House Minority Leader Nancy Pelosi said that action was rquired:

    We have a solemn obligation to the victims of Sutherland Springs, Las Vegas, Orlando, Newtown and the many tragic shootings that occur each day to respond not only with prayer and unwavering love, but with action.

    As for Governor Abbott, his position as a dangerous religious extremist is well established.

    Last June Abbott signed into law legislation allowing publicly funded agencies to deny non-Christians the ability to adopt a child in need.

    In addition, in a move meant to shame women who have abortions, the Republican governor of Texas ordered state health officials to add new abortion regulations that would require the burial or cremation of post abortion fetal tissue.

    Bottom line: Texas Governor Gregg Abbott is a dangerous religious extremist who believes the proper response to Sunday’s church massacre is prayer and other efforts to forge “a stronger connection to God.”

    comment:  Poor Governor Abbot does not like me. I sent him a letter asking him to show me where I can find in the bible justification for  forcing woman to hold a funeral at their expense for a fetus and how can this be seen as a Christian compansion thing to do?  He never answered.

    Fetal Funerals are Not Christian!

    When will this Madness end – short version

     

     

     

     

     

    Yet again we turn on the TV
    And witness horrible scenes
    Of unparalleled violence, hatred and despair

    An old man consumed by his own demons
    Opens fire from a hotel room
    Killing 60 people injuring hundreds
    In Las Vegas, Sin City

    And the cry goes out throughout the land
    Why yet again this tragedy
    The usual suspects are rounded up
    It’s the culture, stupid cry the conservative voices
    And there is nothing we can do

    It is like the weather
    Bad shit happens
    Guns are the price of our freedom

    Guns Don’t Kill People
    The only solution is more guns for everyone
    The only solution for a bad guy with a gun
    Is a gun guy with a gun

    An armed society is a polite society
    No, it’s the guns, cry the liberal pundits

    We must confiscate the guns
    Ban Assault weapons
    And join the rest of the world

    Where such carnage does not occur
    And we sit around and argue
    Knowing that there will be a next time
    And another time and time and time again
    Until the end of time

    What is the sickness in our souls
    That allows for this hatred to fester so
    Deep within the minds of our killers
    We are all responsible here

    The negligent parents
    The overworked schools
    The soulless corporate world

    That treats everyone like disposable commodities
    The lack of human connection
    The TV and movie purveyors
    Of pornographic violence

    Nothing will change
    Until we conflict the evil
    That lurks deep within each of us
    There will be another Las Vegas
    Soon enough

    Two weeks later the greatest mass shooting in a Church occurred in Texas

    Sadly nothing has changed

    The End

     

  • Howling at the Pink Super Moon

    Howling at the Pink Super Moon

    Howling at the Pink Super Moon

    Update: In honor of the Pink Super moon, first of three super Moons in a row, here are a few more of my “Howling at the Moon poems”. They are available as a podcast on Spotify and Public radio and other podcast sites.

    Howling at the Blood Moon

    In honor of the blood wolf moon January 20-21, 2019 here are my “lunatic poems”. and links to various sites which discuss whether the blood moon is a harbinger of impending doom. I leave that you to you to decide….

    These are updates to my earlier postings.

    Howling at the Blood Moon

    howling at the moon

    Here are some articles on the deeper significance of the blood moon according to right right Christian sources.
    why CHristian pastors fear-january-blood-moon

    https://www.express.co.uk/news/weird/1052287/Blood-Moon-2019-lunar-eclipse-end-of-world-impending-doom-world-bible-prophecy

    blood moon coming what you need to know

    Howling at the Blood Moon

    Here then are my howling at the Blood Moon poems. The first three were published in Two Drops of Ink.

    1. Just an Unhinged Lunatic Howling at The Moon
    2. Howling at The Moon
    3. Lunatic Howling at the Moon
    3. One Crazy Day
    4. Full Moon Lunacy
    5. The Pink Moon Inspires Lunacy
    6. Howling with the Dancing Moon
    7. The Pink Super Moon
    8. Howling at the Pink Super 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

    blood moon
    Photo by Nishant Vyas on Pexels.com

     

     

     

     

     

    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 chains

    And I howl with delight
    A werewolf
    Free at last

    To run amuck
    Free of its civilized restrains
    Throwing off its clothes
    Stripping naked

    Running wild
    Naked and free
    A wild man
    Enjoying his freedom

    Lunatic Howling at the Moon

    full 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 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

    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 in 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

    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 to 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

    The Pink Moon Inspires Lunacy

    super pink moon

     

     

     

     

     

    On a moonlit night
    The Pink moon
    Shone casting a baleful light
    On 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
    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 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

    Pink Moon
    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
    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

    The Pink Super Moon

    Another Pink 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
    More Pink Moon

     

     

     

     

     

    On a moonlit late night
    The Pink Supermoon
    Casting a baleful light
    On 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 sun
    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

    The End

  • Ten Best April 2021 Poems

    Ten Best April 2021 Poems

    Best Ten Poems from April Poetry 2021 Madness

    April 25 to April 30 2021 Poems

    April 20 to April 25th 2021 Poems

    Justice In America, Take That, Ann Coulter!

    April 16 to April 20 2021 Poems

    April 10 to April 14 2021 Poems

    April 1 to April 5 Poems

    April 1 to April 5 Poems

    Cosmos’s 2020 April Poetry Part One

    Cosmos 2020 April Poetry Part Two

    April 2019 Poems

    April 2018 Poems

    2017 April Poems

    I wrote 269 poems this month, and 865 for the year to date. A record for me. It would be appropriate to include the first and last poems – both about my love-hate affair with my computer

    Index

    Every Day I Turn on My Computer Warming Up Writing Digest
    Dear Microsoft
    Evening Delights
    Window of Love
    Good-Bye
    Howling at the Pink Super Moon in honor of the Pink Super Moon
    Unanswered Questions
    Bad Teeth Poem
    American Dreams -Published in Your One Phone Call
    Ode to Berkeley, Writer’s Digest Write a City Poem Prompt

    Every Day I Turn on My Computer Warming Up Writing Digest

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    For today’s prompt, write a warm-up poem. The warm-up could be related to sports, like warming up before a baseball game or track race. Or it could be about a computer warming up, the weather warming up, or even a relationship warming up. I hope everyone is warmed up for some major poeming in April,

    Every Day I Turn on My Computer Warming Up Writing Digest

    Every day I turn
    On my computer
    And pray
    That everything will work right

    Usually, I encounter numerous errors
    Non-response errors
    Spinning blue balls
    Computer thinking
    How can I mess
    With my master head errors

    Refusing
    To open documents
    Mysterious haiku-like error messages
    That makes sense only to computer geeks
    From the planet Mars

    Saying the file is open
    And blocked for use
    By the administrator

    But I am the
    Damn administrator!
    And I did not block the document

    Or can’t open the document
    Due to a dialogue box
    Close the dialogue box
    To proceed
    But there is no dialogue box

    Just more lies
    From my computer
    Designed to drive me

    Quite mad
    So sad
    So bad

    Want to shoot my computer
    Put it out of its mystery
    Joining the other five dead
    Computers in my house

    Am I a computer serial killer?
    Perhaps that is why
    They refuse to work for me?
    Are they afraid of me?

    Sometimes they say
    They can’t find the document
    Which just kicked me out of
    Five minutes ago

    Or the computer says
    It can’t save a document
    With the name of an open document

    But it had just saved the open document
    Under the same name
    Five minutes ago

    Usually
    After half an hour
    These errors recede
    But I often have to reboot
    The computer

    Giving it the old kick up the head
    Of a stubborn mule treatment
    Before it gets to the point

    And gets to work
    To give Microsoft some credit
    These errors are less frequent

    Down to 40% of the time
    When I first open a document
    Down from 90% error rates

    Success in a way
    I complained to Microsoft
    Sent them a nice frown message

    But I would be shocked
    If they ever respond
    Just not something

    That they would do
    Part of their “superior”
    Listen to their customer
    Friendly service
    No doubt

    Dear Microsoft

    Evil Laptop Computer
    Evil Laptop Computer

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    Yesterday you achieved
    An almost impossible feat
    In 30 minutes
    During 8 attempts

    To unsuccessfully open word
    I encountered errors each time
    I attempted to open word

    I was opening the documents
    Using viewfinder
    Each time viewfinder attempted
    To open the document
    Only to kick me out

    I had to try an average of ten times
    Before it would open a stable view
    The worst was when
    It took me 28 tries

    Then when I opened word
    I encountered non-response errors
    Usually, five to ten
    Waiting for an average of one to two minutes
    Before word would respond
    Before I could type a word or two

    And when I did manage
    That simple task
    The screen froze

    Finally, after spending 30 minutes
    And writing five words
    I rebooted my computer
    And finally got
    A stable connection

    Congratulations Microsoft
    For achieving a 100 percent
    Error rate
    Way to go!

    Note: sent to Microsoft.  I will be shocked if they respond! I Will update this if they do so,

    Evening Delights Writer’s Digest pormpt- Write an Evening Poem

    wine
    wine

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    My favorite time of day
    Is early evening
    Cocktail hour
    When I sit down
    To dinner
    With my lovely wife
    The love of my life
    Either at home
    Or at a restaurant
    After our evening walk
    As we eat dinner
    We salute the end
    Of the day
    With a glass of wine
    Or a cocktail
    Or Soju
    As the day fades
    Into an evening
    Filled with Love

    Window of Love

    loves at sunrise
    loves at sunrise

     

     

     

     

     

     

    Every morning
    I step outside
    Do my morning thing

    While my wife
    The love of my life
    Sleeps peacefully

    I look through the window
    From the balcony herb garden
    And watch her sleeping

    My heart filling with love
    As she sleeps away
    The early morning

    When she wakes up
    She fills me
    With the sunshine
    Of her love

    Driving my blues
    Away
    With the dawning sun

    Good-Bye

    To all those who
    Have passed on
    To another,
    Hopefully better world

    I say goodbye
    So many people
    Have died this year

    From COVID
    From Gun violence
    From the aging
    Of the baby boomer generation

    Many musicians
    Actors and writers
    Have played their last songs
    And we will remember them all

    Walter Mondale VP, Ambassador, Good guy
    Prince Philip ultimate husband
    DMX great rapper
    George Segal great actor
    Vernon Jordan ultimate power player
    Norman Jester the phantom tollbooth is closed
    Lawrence Ferlinghetti One of my favorite writers

    Chick Corea one of my favorite musicians
    Mary Wilson just supreme
    George Schultz my first big boss
    Christopher Plummer the Actor
    Larry King final interview
    Hank Arron greatest baseball player ever
    And so many others

    Many will soon joins them
    As the coronavirus marches on
    and guns continue to kill thousands

    I am 65 years old
    And as I get older
    I have had to say goodbye
    To so many people
    I am losing count

    But I will miss them all
    They live on in my memories

    My father died in 1985
    My mother in 2005
    My sister in 2007

    My friends have also passed on

    My HS debate friend
    Demel T died from AIDS
    I lost my college roommate
    Jon W
    David C my Peace course
    language student

    I lost my visa line colleague
    Paul S
    I lost my second and third bosses
    In the foreign service
    Julian in a terrorist bombing
    Ted H who I worked with twice
    Dead of a heart attack
    Chris my boss in Bangkok
    Also dead from a heart attack

    Judy my artistic friend
    From Bombay days
    And so many others
    Have gone on

    I only hope wherever they are
    That they are thinking of me
    As I think fondly of them

    Howling at the Pink Super Moon (In honor of the Pink Super Moon)

     

     

     

     

     

     

    On a moonlit late night

    The Pink Supermoon
    Casting a baleful light
    On 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 Pink Super 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

    Unanswered Questions

    I have so many questions to ask
    First, how and why I dreamt
    Of meeting my wife.
    How did she haunt my dreams?
    How did she come to life?
    What was our past life like?
    Why Do I fall in love with her every day?
    What does love at first sight mean?
    Why did that occur to me three times?
    What does hate at first sight mean?
    Also, three times in my life,
    What does that mean?
    What is this thing called love anyway?
    Will we meet aliens in my lifetime?
    Will I live to see humans on Mars?
    Will I live long enough?
    To walk on the moon.
    When will we develop new body parts?
    When can I get new teeth?
    Finally, when I die
    Will there be a heaven or hell?
    What will my judgment be?
    Finally, will people remember
    Me after I die?

    Bad Teeth Poem

    mouth-of-native-with-gold-teeth-and-dental-work-central-america-BAWX4K
    mouth-of-native-with-gold-teeth-and-dental-work-central-america-BAWX4K

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    I was born with bad teeth
    Bad eyes
    Bad Nose
    Bad ears
    Bad coordination
    And almost died
    As a young baby
    A preemie

    Just born too soon
    But I had bad teeth
    From birth
    Got braces
    Until I graduated

    I hated my teeth
    Hated the dentist

    But they loved me
    Loved my green
    I gave them
    To fix these evil bad teeth

    Over the years
    I have spent a lot
    Of money
    Fixing these bad teeth
    Of mine

    So many root canals
    Lost six teeth
    Wear dentures

    Still hate my teeth
    Still hate
    The whole dental torture drill

    Hearing in my mind
    The Frank Zappa song
    The torture never stops

     

    And seeing the sadistic dentist
    From Little House of Horrors
    Jack Nicolson

    In his demented best
    Screaming
    Pain is Good

    Then I get the bill
    And the Zappa song
    Plays on
    The torture never ends

    American Dreams – Published in Your One Phone Call

    visa applicants applying for Ameican dream
    visa line

     

     

     

     

     

     

    You see them
    Every morning
    Lined outside
    Any US Embassy
    Around the world

    The visa seekers
    The American Dream seekers

    The poor, the dispossessed
    The disenfranchised
    The marginalized

    The forgotten
    The left behinds
    Of the not so great society

    The rich, the mightily
    The powerful
    The beautiful
    All looking for a slice
    Of the American Dream

    Some to sample its delicious flavors
    Others to try to live
    Among its deceptive lures

    America beckons
    As it has for years and years
    Land of the free
    Home of the brave
    Lady Liberty

    The land was a dream
    And a little luck
    Can make you too
    The richest man alive

    So, they line up
    Outside my office door
    Just to talk
    To the American Visa God

    Spin a tale
    Tell a story
    Play a game

    Pretend to be
    What the American
    Visa God needs

    And then you get
    Your piece of the American Pie
    And off you go

    Only to end up
    In a thousand neglected
    Backwaters of the American nightmare

    Flotsam
    Floating from one marginal
    Illegal job to another

    Prey to the predators
    Ever behind
    The rent demands

    For you see
    America is a rich habit
    It is expensive to maintain
    The first taste is free
    The rest will cost yah

    You live, your soul
    And 70 hours per week
    At sub-minimum wages

    Soon you will be speaking
    English
    With the poor, the disenfranchised

    The flotsam
    The neglected
    The left behinds

    The rich will ignore you
    Not know your name
    The poor will fear
    You will take their jobs away

    And your friends back home
    Will wait to hear
    About how you became a big shot
    In the American land

    They don’t want to hear
    No tales of working at McDonald’s
    Working 70 hours a week
    At five jobs per day

    No, No, No
    That’s not America
    They see on TV

    They want it now
    They want their MTV

    Where’re the babes?
    Where are the parties?
    Where’s the sex with naked ladies

    Come on man,
    You’re holding out

    Tell us the tales
    Of Wild America

    And so, they line up
    Every day

    Line up outside
    My office windows

    And we have the power
    To set them free
    Some to enable them
    To dream the American dream

    Some to send to the American nightmare
    Others to go back home
    To wherever they come from

    They will be back
    They will be back
    Nothing will deter them

    Not even the lack
    Of a piece of paper
    From the American Visa God

    Ode to Berkeley Writer Digest’s Prompt to write a “City Poem”

    free roaming berkeley
    free roaming berkeley

     

     

     

     

     

    I grew up in Berkeley
    In the late 60s and ’70s
    A wild magical time
    In a magical city
    By the bay

    Berkeley was the center
    Of my universe
    For many years

    Until I left it
    In my early 20s
    To wander about the world

    Yet Berkeley never left me
    I am still in Berkeley
    It lives on in my heart
    And soul

    And someday
    I will return home
    To reside

    Before I finally leave
    Berkeley for good
    As I die in my homeland

    The End

  • April 25 to April 30 2021 Poems

    April 25 to April 30 2021 Poems

    April Poetry Madness 2021 Poetry from the Mad Cosmos

    April 20 to April 25th 2021 Poems

    April 16 to April 20 2021 Poems

    Justice In America, Take That, Ann Coulter

    !April 10 to April 14 2021 Poems

    April 16 to April 20 2021 Poems

    April 1 to April 5 Poems

    April 1 to April 5 Poems

    Cosmos 2020 April Poetry Part Two

    Cosmos’s 2020 April Poetry Part One

    April 2019 PoemsCosmos 2020

    April Poetry Part Two

    April 2018 Poems

    2017 April Poems

    April 25 to April 30 2021 Poems

    This is the fifth and perhaps final time I am doing the April poetry challenge.  The goal is to write at least one poem per day.  I am averaging about eight per day and posting four reserving four as “unpublished”. I am basing the poems on prompts from “Writing com Dew Drop Inn”, “Writers Digest”, “Poetry Superhighway” and “NaPoWrMo” prompt daily prompts and on “Pensively Prompt’ et all daily prompts.  I am combining prompts where possible.   I will post these here in batches every five days or so. Each poem will have an image that helped inspired the poem.  All postings will be podcasted a few days later on Spotify and elsewhere.  Each posting will be a separate posting, but the index will be cumulative. The final posting will have the complete list of all poems written whether posted or not.   Comments welcome but please keep it civil. Some of my poetry tends to be a bit “in your face” or “political” from a “leftwing perspective.”

    If it offends you in some way, please accept my apologies in advance.  That is never my intent.

    I am writing some other poems per day but not posting them as I need to reserve some “unpublished” poems. There will be a podcast version shortly on Spotify, Public Radio, and elsewhere.

    These are my poems from April 25 to April 30.

    Pre-April Writer’s Digest Warm-Up Poems

    Let’s Resolve Writer’s Digest Prompt Resolutions
    There Are Many Moments Spirit of The Stairs Moments-Writer’s Digest Prompt, Writer’s Digest
    Old Man Reflects Upon Universal Truth, Writer’s Digest Prompt
    Almost Died 22 Times Writer’s Digest Cheating Death

    Thursday, April 1, 2021

    Posted

    Coffee Pot Blues Poetry Superhighway Prompt
    Who Is Jake Cosmos Aller? Writer’s Digest
    Good Golly, Miss Molly Writing com Drew Drop Inn
    Sam Adams Woke Up Dead NaPoWrMo

    Not Posted

    Cat Thoughts – Pensively
    Gingerbread Men Christmas
    Demons Invade My Head, Pensively
    Angry, Fierce, Deranged, Unpalatable Wild Things Wild Things
    3 Am Blues Nightmares
    Marjorie Taylor Green on Vaccines as Mark of The Beast Found Poem
    Orange country Shooting Fridge

    Friday, April 2, 2021

    Posted

    Stranded on Mars PSH SF
    Falling in Love with My Dream Woman, Roads Not Taken NaPoWrMo
    April 2—Voila! (Remember Something in A Short Lyric Burst) Drew Drop-In Writing Com
    Love at First Sight
    The Future Is Here Writer’s Digest

    Not Posted

    Avoid Bad Things Pensively Bad Things
    The White Rabit Bekons Sam Adams
    We Should Avoid Bad Things
    Who Cares?

    Saturday, April 3, 2021

    Posted

    Life as a Retired Expat in Korea PSH
    Modern Connections Writer’s Digest Communication
    Modern Connections Writers Digest
    Surprise Haiku Writing Com Dew Drop Inn
    Personal Universe Deck Superman on Mars NaPoWrMo Cross-Post Writer’s Digest April 4th!  NaPoWrMo
    Cat People Cross-Post Weather Poem Writing Com Dew Drop Inn

    Not Posted

    Cats They Offer Pensively
    Tucked in Eating Dinner Pensively
    Georgia Voting Bill Fridge
    Cat Conference

    Sunday, April 4, 2021

    Posted

    Error Poem Errors in My Life Pensively Homophone Set Homophone
    Little Houses on The Hill-Side NaPoWrMo

    Not Posted

    Life Fair? Pensively Meaning of Life
    The Din of The News Pensively

    April 5

    Posted

    First Time I Saw Her Writer’s Digest Love at First Sight
    Not Alone NaPoWrMo
    Potential Mistake Writing Com Dew Drop Inn

    Not Posted

    Slogans for Chonnam’s Kombucha
    Future Adventure Looms Pensively
    Sam Adams Had A Bad Day Pensively
    How Many Angels Can Dance on A Pin?
    Swanky Meddlesome Fridge Music
    Bad Product Design Bad Product Design

    April 6

    Posted

    Only One Command in Life Writing Com Dew Drop Inn
    Writing Com Dew Drop Inn and PSH Mythical Animal – Conversation with Bigfoot Cross Post PSH
    It is true I am a Madman! NaPoWrMo
    The One Thing I Would Never Change Writer’s Digest Change, Don’t Change Poem Prompt Change the One The Poetry of the Visa Line Poetry Superhighway Prompt Consular

    Not Posted

    Women contemplating post-Covid travel Pensively
    Sam Adams Nightmare Pensively

    April 7

    Posted

    Villains Whose Name Will Not Be Spoken Writer’s Digest
    COffee Shadorma NaPoWrMo
    Coffee Fib NaPoWrMo

    Not Posted

    Korean Restaurant
    Ghosts Pensively
    Taking in the Morning’s Crisp Springtime Breeze Pensively
    Bah, Warriors Off Fridge
    Visions of the Future – Republican Led Christian States of America Political

    April 8

    Posted

    A Poem Based on a Typo or Misreading Writing Com Dew Drop Inn Typo
    Real Meaning of Declaration of Independence PSH

    Not Posted

    Memories of the Past Haunt Me today Memories
    Tri Fall Early morning Sunshine Tri-Fall Poem Writing Com Poets Corner
    Things Settled Down, Then…. Writing com prompt, prose poem
    Their Love Began Pensively
    More Guns Diminished Hexaverse Writing Com Poetry Corner
    Combative Cantankerous Fridge

    April 9

    Posted

    Cosmos Woke Up A.I. Poem Writing Com Dew Drop Inn Bad Robot

    Not Posted

    The Adventures Began Pensively
    The Voyagers Were a Bit Absorbed Fridge

    April 10

    Posted

    We are Living in SF World
    Life is a Dream of Chocolate Covered Trees Writer’s Digest
    Memories of JC Write About an Eccentric Character PSH
    Mary’s Tales from the Grave NaPoWrMo Ghosts
    God’s to Do List NaPoWrMo

    Not Posted

    Imprisoned for a Crime He Did Not Do Pensively
    They Both Giggled All the Time Pensively
    It Only Takes A Little Bit of Lace to Ruin A Marriage, Pensively
    Raining Verbal words Pensively
    Coffee Obsession Pensively
    What is Love? Writing Com Poets Corner Lai
    Tucker Carlson Fridge

    April 11

    Posted

    Get Your Shot Writer’s Digest COVID
    I’d Rather Lazy Afternoon PSH
    More Trouble Every Day, While Looking for My Car Keys NaPoWrMo

    Not Posted

    There was a big Fuss Pensively
    Freedom Looms Pensively
    There are Signs All Around Us Pensively Revelations
    Mischievous, Romantic, Heterosexual, Fridge

    April 12

    Posted

    Poem with Transgression in Form and Content Writing Com Dew Drop Inn Transgressions
    Every Morning Cherita PSH Cherita
    Prime Number Love Writers Digest
    Letters to Frank Zappa NaPoWrMo

    Not Posted

    Just Another Black Dude Pulled Over Driving While Black BLM
    The Earth Abides Much Pensively Earth
    BHS Rocks on Music
    The Dude Abides for Now Dude

    April 13

    Posted

    Coffee Obsession Pensively, —Excess or Obsession Writing Com Dew Drop Inn Coffee

    Not Posted

    Spaceship Buried in The Snow, Deep in The Mountains Writing Com SF
    Snobby, Frantic, Sorority Sister Fridge

    April 14

    Posted

    Great Dismal Dark Play Writer’s Digest Sestina
    Superman on His Morning Patrol PSH
    Tower of Babel Past and Future NaPoWrMo Time Travel

    Not Posted

    Just Another Day in the Land of the Free Guns

    April 15

    Posted

    The  Robots are Coming Writing Com Dew Drop Inn Robots
    The Mountains of My Love Describe Yourself as Landscape Writing Com Dew Drop Inn

    Not Posted

    Fake Things All Around Me Fake Things
    Three Tea Haiku for Teaku Competition Haiku
    April Madness 2021
    Welcome to My World, Pilgrim Writing Com Grim Reaper
    Well, Hey, Big J and J Vaccine Fridge

    April 16

    Posted

    The Wit and Wisdom of Mary Geneva Aldridge Aller -“There’s Method in Her Madness” dedicated to my mother who passed on July 31, 2005.
    Lucky/Lucky Poem Writer’s Digest Lucky
    Headlines I’d Love to See NaPoWrMo News
    Narnia Beckons PSH
    My Home Office Writer’s Digest Home
    Cosmos Aller NaPoWrMo Bio

    Not Posted

    Impromptu Pensively
    Sam Adams Grew Up Poor
    Ecstatic Feelings Pensively
    Appealing Award
    Transporting the Stone
    Dignified, Walking by the Sea
    Traveling Down the Road
    Sam Adams Three Wishes Pensively

    April 17

    Posted

    Caregiving In this Day and Age Writing Com Dew Drop Inn
    Dinosaur Story Writer’s Digest
    Coffee Cup Dreams PSH
    Coffee Inheritance NaPoWrMo

    Not Posted

    Teacup Dictionary Poem Writing com
    Foxy, Girlish, Fridge
    Huffing and Puffing Pensively
    Words Fail Me Pensively
    My Transport Awaits Pensively
    Swank, Individualized Fridge
    Broken Down Souls Pensively
    All Abide
    FedEx Shooting Indianapolis Fridge

    April 18

    Posted

    Morning Rituals PSH Morning
    Ode to Berkeley City Poem Writers
    Met My Fate That Date Skeltonic Poem NaPoWrMo

    Not Posted

    Mash Pensively Food
    We Talk All Day Same but Different
    Our Wealth is Our Health Pensively Wealth
    Uprecedented FedEx Shooting Indianapolis Fridge

    April 19

    Posted

    Tree of Life Writing Com Dew Drop Inn
    There is No Such Place Writing Com Do Drop-in
    Waiting for the End Writer’s Digest
    Life-Changing Dream PSH Dream Girl
    Unhinged Lunatic howling at the Moon
    Howling at the Moon
    Pink Super Moon Inspires Lunanacy

    Not Posted

    Ann Coulter is a disgusting depraved Piece of work – a found poem
    Dealbreakers Pensively Prompt Relationships
    Uncanny 39 Words Poem Pensively
    Power Goes Out Pensively Prompt

    April 20

    Posted

    Sounds Writing Com Do Dew Drop Inn

    Writer’s Digest When Sam Adams Met God, An Ekphrastic Challenge Writer’s Digest
    Eating Live Octopus in Korea in 1979 A Menu Poem PSH Food
    Dream Sense NaPoWrMo Dreams

    Not Posted

    As I Kiss Her All Over Pensively
    As I sit on Furniture Pensively
    Snarling Cup of Coffee Writing com Poetry Corner

    April 21

    Posted

     

    Writing Com Do Drop Inn 65 Years —acting your age (or not!)
    If the Moon Could Tap Dance PSH Lunatic
    Anti-vapers, anti-masks and other covid Idiots Poetic Rants NaPoWrMo
    Cats are Aliens Writer Digest

    Not Posted

    Canned Foods Delights Pensively
    Sometimes I left it
    Dinner for Two at Country Inn

    April 22

    Posted

    A Million Ways to Say I Love You Writer’s Digest Love
    An Angel in My View the Backflip Poetry Prompt: Imagination’s Reversal Strategy PSH Reversal
    On That Date NaPoWrMo Sijo 1

    Not Posted

    Justice at Last – Take That Ann Coulter
    Life as an Ant SF

    April 23

    Posted

    Poem based on a question Writing Com Dew Drop Inn Love
    Uncle Sam Wants You
    Make Love to Me as We Used to Writers Digest
    My Life Began NaPoWrMo

    Not Posted

    Two Lovers Walking in the Evening Light Writing Com – Other Prompt, Revised Stormy Lady Prompt Rain
    Eagle Soaring Above Her Secret Nest, Revised Stormy Lady Prompt, Writing Com Eagle
    A Kind of Madness Pensively
    It was Different Pensively
    Blue Lights, Pink Lights Light Up the Night Sky Pensively
    A Young Blond Woman

    April 24

    Posted

    Met My Fate That Date Free will (or not?!) Writing Com Dew Drop Inn Fate
    When I Was A Young Man, She Came to Me When I Was A Young Man, She Came to Me Shakespearean Sonnet About Shakespearean Sonnet PSH Shakespeare
    Ode to Kimchi NaPoWrMo

    Not Posted

     

    The Grim Reaper Gathers His Posse Writing Com Dark Dreamscapes Grim Reaper
    Visiting Mother’s Grave Pensively Ghosts
    Visiting Father’s Grave Pensively
    A Serene morning
    Late for a Date
    Philosophical Musings Black Out Poem with Commentary
    Tucker Carlson Says that Dereck Chauvin Verdict Seals Devil’s Bargain Between America and BLM
    Frank’s Launch Flames Out Black Out Poem

    April 25

    Posted

    Romeo And Juliet Fantasy Love Poem based on a play (It’s Shakespeare’s birthday, but any play!) Appointment with the Grim Reaper Appointment Poem Writer’s Digest Grim Reaper
    Blue Blues PSH the Blues
    Not Alone – response to Alone by Edgar Allen Poe

    Not Posted

    Coffee Ziggurat Writer’s Digest Poets Corner
    Affordable Travel Pensively
    Left Options on the Table Pensively
    The Rat Ran and He Chased Pensively
    Wild Animals in Korea
    Beware of Fire Season Writer’s Digest Poets Corner
    Rainy Days Just God’s Tears Writer’s Digest Poets Corner

    April 26

    Posted

    Watching Movies with Subtitles Writing Com Dew Drop Inn Movies
    Wild Animals in Korea NaPoWrMo
    If China had Discovered Europe Writing Com Dew Drop Inn

    Not Posted

    Restless 19 words Pensively
    Spies snoop Opp – Loop Rhyme Pensively Rhyme
    Gone in The Moment Pensively
    Serene Thoughts in The Air Pensively
    American Dreams Consular

    April 27

    Posted

    Morning Thoughts Writers Digest
    To Those Who Have Gone on PSH
    Occasional Poem Advice to Those Getting Married NaPoWrMo
    The Night of the Affair with A Shape-Shifting Alien PSH SF
    Itty Bitty Bio Writing Com Dew Drop Inn Bio
    Parody of Alone Writers Digest Edgar Allen Poe
    Cosmos’s World Writer Digest Bio

    Not Posted

    Reasons for Admission
    Around the World, Pensively
    Writing Com, A Culinary Disaster?
    Lonely Farm Pensively
    Italian Ancestry Based on internet usings by William Walton
    The Kindness of Her Love Pensively

    April 28

    Posted

    Why I Don’t Believe in Christianity
    Rafting at The End of The World PSH End of The World
    Wytai Blues – Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows NaPoWrMo
    Florida School Fires Vaccinated Teachers NaPoWrMo Florida

    Not Posted

    Writing Com First Trip to Korea
    Political Rants
    Giving Way to Passion Pensively
    JC’s Descent into Madness Define Insanity Pensively Insanity
    Bad Teeth Poem Bad Teeth Bad Body Poems
    Bad Ears Poem Bad Body Poems
    My Father’s Bad Ear and Eyes Body Parts
    Bad Eyes Poem Body Parts
    Bad Hair Bad Hair
    Bad Nose Poem Body Parts
    Bad Feet Feet
    Angela Superpowers Poem
    The Lonely Lighthouse Stands Guard Over Empty World Lighthouse Photo Pensively End of the world
    Which Would You Rather Throw Away: Love or Money?  Pensively Love
    Which Would You Rather Throw Away: Love or Money? Pensively Money
    Tight-Lippy One Leg Women Pensively Terrorist Victim

    Wednesday, April 28

    Posted

    Hump Day Writing Com Dew Drop Inn
    Remix Howling at the Pink Super Moon Writing Digest
    Left Hands Blues PSH Left Hand
    NaPoWrMo Unanswered Questions

    Not Posted

    Winter Dreams of Barbados, Pensively
    Joy in Morning Sun Sunrise

    April 29

    Posted

    Rain Writing Com Dew Drop Inn
    Evening Delights Writer’s Digest Evening
    Kombucha Glass PSH
    The Window of Love NaPoWrMo

    Not Posted

    Sam Adams Sees Death All Around Pensively
    The Pink Super Moon Pensively
    I Met My Fate That Date Dream Writing Com Poets Corner
    A Witch, A Zombie, Ghost and Elvis, and Witch
    Bad Rabbit Runs from Wolves
    Life in Rocky and Bullwinkle Universe Rocky and Bullwinkle Show

    April 30

    Posted

    Catharsis Writing Com Dew Drop Inn
    Goodbye Writer Digest
    Reimagine Your Days
    Directions to Narnia NaPoWrMo

    Not Posted

    Hamper My Fears Pensively
    Lonely Lake at The End of The World Pensively End of The World
    Birds Flying Over Dead City
    Another Letter to Microsoft
    Fridge Shy Matt Gaetz Cheers Lady Gaga

    Poetry Counts for 2021

    Total YTD 860 as of May 2, 2021
    January 180 7 per day
    February 200 7 per day
    March 206 7 per day
    April 269 9 per day
    May 3

    If I continue at this pace, I will have over 3,000 new poems by the end of the
    year. I will be editing all my poetry and post a total count to date by the end of the year.

    Begin Poems

    April 25

    Appoitment With the Grim Reaper Writer’s Digest

    For today’s prompt, write an appointment poem. My first thoughts with appointments conjure up visions of doctors, dentists, and parent-teacher conferences. But there are also business meetings and romantic dates. For the most part, people are very appointment-centric, because it gives people a reason and opportunity to come together (kind of like my annual appointment to poem daily on this site).

    Appointment with the Grim Reaper

     

     

     

     

     

    Sam Adams
    One day received a summons
    From the Grim Reaper

    The note read
    “Your appointment
    For final status determination (FSD)
    Is confirmed for midnight Saturday

    A driver
    Will come for you
    Be prepared
    Be Afriad

    Tell no one
    This appointment is high
    Q level classified.”

    Discourser to non-authorized people
    Will be severely punished

    Sam got up at 11:30
    And waited for the courier

    While his wife slept
    There was a knock on the door

    He went out
    The courier was dressed
    In a black uniform
    But did not look entirely human

    He had a blank face
    No hair
    And horns on his head

    He said
    I am your driver today
    After your hearing
    I will drive you
    Either to Hell,
    Or to heaven

    Or back here
    If you are given a reprieve
    Of your FSD

    They drove off
    In his black SUV
    The plates read, 666 hell

    They drove through the night
    Entered highway 666
    The road to Hell

    They soon entered
    A dark forbidding forest
    The road ended

    They got out
    And walked

    Found themselves
    In a large field

    They walked
    To a large black tent

    A demon attendant
    Barked

    Name and DOB
    Sam Adams
    10-30-195

    The demon waved
    a hand held device
    over his head

    said
    You have an appointment
    With Mr. GR himself

    Proceed to door number 2
    For your FSD

    Good luck

    He entered the room
    Mr. GR dressed in black
    Wearing cool Ray-ban glasses
    Looked up from his computer

    Sam Adams
    He growled

    You have been given a reprieve
    From Hell
    For five years

    Your next FSD will be final
    Probably Hell but maybe Heaven
    That decision is beyond my pay grade

    You may go back home
    My driver will drive you
    Go!

    The driver took him home
    He went to bed
    Woke up convinced
    It was all a dream

    Later that day
    A letter arrived

    Appointment with Mr. GR
    For final status determination (FSD)
    Has been confirmed for
    Five years from today’s date

    We advise you to get
    Your affairs in order
    Do the right Thing
    There is no appeal
    From the final FSD

    PSH Blue Blues

    Use color to spark your imagination. For starters, I suggest you brainstorm /green/! Consider green with envy; green around the gills; green grass of home; eco-green; and finally, all the myriad shades of green in the landscape. Use the word /green/ in your poem or imply it through your word choices. If you don’t care for green, try another color that adds poetry to the rainbow!

    Here’s an example that is both implicit and explicit based upon green: a traditional 5/7/5 Haiku: Shamrocks greening now/after winter dormancy/one white bloom for luck.

    Blue Blues

    Once in a while
    I wake up
    Feeling the blues
    Singing the blues
    Being the blues

    Then I lookout
    At the bright blue sky
    And the dawning sun

    And at my wife
    Wearing a blue shirt
    And blue jeans

    She smiles
    The blues fly out the window
    Joining the Blue sky

    I go for a walk
    As the fog of blues fade
    Away in the morning sun

    Not Alone – Response to Alone by Edgar Allen Poe NaPoWrMo

    Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that responds, in some way, to another. This could be as simple as using a line or image from another poem as a jumping-off point, or it could be a more formal poetic response to the argument or ideas raised in another poem. You might use a favorite (or least favorite poem) as the source for your response. And if you’re having trouble finding a poem to respond to, here are a few that might help you generate ideas: “This World is Not Conclusion,” by Peter Gizzi, “In That Other Fantasy Where We Live Forever,” by Wanda Coleman, “La Chalupa, the Boat,” by Jean Valentine, or “Aubade: Some Peaches, After Storm,” by Carl Phillips.

    Not Alone – Response to Alone by Edgar Allen Poe

    Sam Adams
    Was a bit of a loner
    Lost in his inner world
    Filled with dreams
    Nightmares
    Poetic fragments
    Short story ideas

    Always felt like he was living
    he Edgar Allen Poe poem,

    “Alone

    From childhood’s hour, I have not been
    As others were—I have not seen
    As others saw—I could not bring
    My passions from a common spring—
    From the same source, I have not taken
    My sorrow—I could not awaken
    My heart to joy at the same tone—
    And all I loved—I loved alone—
    Then—in my childhood—in the dawn
    Of a most stormy life—was drawn
    From every depth of good and ill
    The mystery which binds me still—
    From the torrent, or the fountain—
    From the red cliff of the mountain—
    From the sun that ‘round me roll’s
    In its autumn tint of gold—
    From the lightning in the sky
    As it passed me flying by—
    From the thunder, and the storm—
    And the cloud that took the form
    (When the rest of Heaven was blue)
    Of a demon in my view—”

    But then one day
    He met the girl
    Of his dreams

    She walked off a bus
    Into his life
    Became his wife
    And he was alone
    No more

    When I was a young man, she came to me, Sonnet about a Shakespeare Sonnet PSH

    When I was a young man, she came to me

    When I was a young man, she came to me
    She came to me one day while I dreamed
    I met my fate that date, our love came to be
    I saw her there, who are you I screamed?
    She just smiled, filling my heart with love
    I did not know what I should do or say
    As she entered my life, became my wife
    I will never forget for on that day
    When she walked off that bus became real
    I saw here there standing love in her eyes
    I did not know what right then I should feel
    I looked at her my heart began to rise
    Just like in a famous Shakespeare poem
    My heart began just like a poet

    April 26

    Morning Thoughts Writers Digest

     

     

     

    For today’s prompt, write a thoughtful poem. Of course, my first thought (maybe like yours) is, “Aren’t all poems thought poems?” Well, I guess, but I’m thinking of a poem that captures a thought or random ramblings running ’round your cranium. It doesn’t have to be a rambling poem, but that’s one thing. Another possibility is having two people share their thoughts and/or NOT share them. Think about it a moment, and then unleash your thought poem.

    Morning Thoughts

    Every morning
    I sit and think
    Deep thoughts
    Writing down my dreams
    My hopes, my fears
    My nightmares
    But more important
    Than anything
    I record my happy thoughts
    Of my life
    With the love of life
    My wife

    Those Who Have Gone On PSH

    Consider writing a poem to or about someone who has died or is no longer in your life. This could be in the form of a letter, a description of the person, a list of things you miss about the person, or just tell them about your day. Show emotion through concrete objects and actions. Try not to tell. I look forward to reading your words.

    To Those Who Have Gone On

    I am 65 years old
    And as I get older
    I recall with fondness
    All those who have gone on

    So many people
    Have passed on
    To the other lands
    Leaving us with their memories

    My father died in 1985
    My mother in 2005
    My sister in 2007

    My friends have also passed on
    My HS debate friend
    Demel T died from AIDS
    I lost my college roommate
    Jon W
    David C my Peace course
    Language student
    I lost my visa line colleague
    Paul S
    I lost my second and third bosses
    In the foreign service
    Julian in a terrorist bombing
    Ted H who I worked with twice
    Dead of a heart attack
    Chris my boss in Bangkok
    Also, dead from a heart attack
    Judy my artistic friend
    From Bombay days

    And so many others
    Have gone on
    I only hope wherever they are
    That they are thinking of me
    As I think fondly of them

    Advice to Those Getting Married An Occasion Poem NaPoWrMo

    Our prompt for today (optional, as always) is to write an “occasional” poem. What’s that? Well, it’s a poem suited to, or written for, a particular occasion. This past January, lots of people who usually don’t encounter poetry got a dose when Amanda Gorman read a poem at President Biden’s inauguration. And then she followed it up with a poem at the Superbowl (not traditionally an event associated with verse!) The poem you write can be for an occasion in the past or the future, one important to you and your family (a wedding, a birth), or for an occasion in the public eye (the Olympics, perhaps?).

    Advice to Those Getting Married

    Often when I go to a wedding
    I am asked for some advice
    To pass on to the newlyweds
    Advice, words of wisdom
    Based on my almost 40 years
    Of being a happily married man

    What can I say to them?
    I don’t know the answer
    Other than this
    The most important thing
    For a married man to realize is this
    There are two rules of marriage
    Rule number one
    Your wife is always right
    Rule number two
    See rule number one
    That advice has worked
    For me for almost 40 years

    April 26—Sijo (Korean poetic form) NaPoWrMo

    3 lines of 13-17 syllables each, sometimes divided into 6 lines.
    Write two sijo poems: 1 of 3 lines, 1 of 6 lines…
    My info on sijo comes from a wonderful children’s book.
    More info: https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/sijo-poetic-form

    Manifestations of Deep Love

    Manifestations of deep love, such profound thoughts all around me
    Dreaming dark dreams, of other worlds, filled with a deep love
    I see it, all around my heart, manifestations of my love

    Corona Sijo

    corona
    corona

     

     

     

     

     

    Coronavirus fears erupt, all around us, fear stalking us
    All around us dark fears, fears of the end, end of the world
    Death stalking, filling the world, filling it with fear, death is near
    General corona unleashes his viral army, on the world
    Everyone is afraid, nonsense in the media, antivacers lie
    People don’t wear masks, masks that would save their foolish lives

    Why I Don’t Believe in Christianity

    On Easter Sunday,
    I often think about Christianity
    I don’t understand why anymore
    would believe such nonsense

    The essential story makes no sense
    An imaginary all-powerful deity
    that no one has ever seen or heard
    Except for psychotic patients or drug users

    Comes down to earth
    and impregnates a married woman
    Who has never had sex for some reason?

    And her husband
    Is okay with that
    Believes her wild story

    And still does not have sex
    Until after the baby is born

    Then there is total silence
    Nothing about Jesus’s childhood
    30 years later he emerges

    Preaching love, peace, and brotherhood
    And denouncing the corrupt temple leaders
    and the Jewish leaders as well

    The miracles
    Also, don’t make any sense
    In the real world,

    You can’t turn fish into bread
    Can’t walk on water
    Can’t raise the dead etc. Etc.

    Just does not happen
    In the world, we live in
    And has not happened
    since those ancient days

    Then the last supper makes some sense
    Jesus knows he is about to be betrayed
    But he does not confront Judas
    Does not run away
    Does not encourage his disciples
    To run away with him

    The whole Jesus Mary M
    Story also does not make sense
    Jesus must have been married
    Or he was gay

    There is no doubt
    Either way,
    The story makes no sense

    The crucifixion
    Is it the only part
    of the story I buy

    Jesus was put to death
    Because he was a rebel leader
    And the Romans tolerated no dissent
    To the Roman’s right to conquer and rule

    The rising from the dead stories
    All contradict one another
    And Jesus was either walking
    As a normal human being
    Or was a ghost

    The door was rent open
    As if by lightening
    Or not

    Finally, we have been waiting
    Over 2,000 years for his return
    You would think
    If the story is remotely true
    He would have turned up by now

    Except he has
    As many lunatics
    Claim to be Jesus
    In the flesh

    Including my college housemate
    Who after taking too much LSD
    Proclaimed he was the messiah
    Come back to earth
    To save us all
    From Impending doom

    All delusional of course
    and that is what I think of Christianity
    nothing but fairy tales
    and mass delusions
    surrounding a kernel of truth

    Love each other
    Treat each other right
    Don’t be consumed with greed

    but couldn’t that message be made simpler
    Without all the associated nonsense?

    So, on this day I say
    Open your minds
    And discard the nonsensical
    Elements of Christian thought

    And follow the true teachings of Jesus
    Even if you don’t believe
    in the imaginary man in the sky

    Rafting at The End of The World End of The World

    Use the Fritz Perl’s-inspired -analysis technique of setting an empty chair beside your chair; mentally put your poem topic (or a dream you want to both analyze and write a poem about) into the other chair and ask it questions. To answer the question, get up out of your chair and move over to the other chair and answer it as your topic or as your dream. While you are in the second chair if you just let what wants to come out of your mouth come out, the second chair, that will probably be your subconscious mind talking to you.

    Based this on a recent dream yesterday, or tonight

    Rafting at the End of the World

    One day Sam Adams
    Woke up and found
    His bed had been transformed
    Into a raft

    And they were being swept away
    Down a flooded river
    after a great flood
    had destroyed the city.

    The raft floats down
    a river filled with broken-down buildings,
    Dead bodies, dead cats, and dead dogs
    and debris all over.

    Sam Adams looks up
    At the distant banks
    On the left bank
    He sees wolf-like creatures prowling
    about looking to eat any survivors.

    On the right side
    There are alien creatures
    in silver space suits
    shooting at any survivors

    The raft is careening
    Out of control
    Towards a huge cataract
    Of impending doom

    April 27

    Florida School Fires Vaccinated Teachers NaPoWrMo Florida
    Cops Open Fire on a Black Man Sitting in His Car in his Driveway

     

     

    In today’s (optional) prompt, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem inspired by an entry from the Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows. The entries are very vivid – maybe too vivid! But perhaps one of the sorrows will strike a chord with you or even get you thinking about defining an in-between, minor, haunting feeling that you have, and that does not yet have a name.

    wytai

    1. n. a feature of modern society that suddenly strikes you as absurd and grotesque—from zoos and milk-drinking to organ transplants, life insurance, and fiction—part of the faint background noise of absurdity that reverberates from the moment our ancestors first crawled out of the slime but could not for the life of them remember what they got up to do.

    Random Wytai Moments

    Florida School Fires Vaccinated Teachers

    In Florida, a private school
    Going out all anti-COVID Vaccine
    Has banned teachers who are vaccinated
    What’s next banning masks
    Declaring COVID a hoax
    As part of their school policy?

    Tucker Carlos Forcing Children to Wear Mask is Criminal Child Abuse

    Tucker Carlson
    Tucker Carlson

     

     

     

     

    Tucker Carlson says Cops should be called to prevent mask child abuse
    Really? Tucker?
    That is what the police should be doing?
    Forcing a child to wear a mask
    To protect themselves and others
    Is now felony child abuse?

    Cops Open Fire on a Black Man Sitting in His Car in his Driveway

    Five Cops converge on a black man
    Who is sitting in his car
    With his hands on the steering wheel
    waiting for them
    To come up to tell him
    Why he was pulled over

    Instead of approaching the vehicle
    To talk to him
    they do not say a word
    They open fire
    Shooting 40 shots

    His crime
    Alleged drug dealing
    History of running away from the cops

    But his real crime?
    Who knows?
    Other than driving while black
    When will this madness end?

    April 28

    Hump Day Writing Com Dew Drop Inn Time

     

    Half the week is done
    Halfway to the end
    Another week in paradise
    With the love of my life
    By my side

    Remix Howling at the Pink Super Moon Writing Digest

    For today’s prompt, write a remix poem. This has become one of my favorite prompts because it asks us to look over what we’ve written this month and pick something (or many somethings) to poem out in a new way. Maybe your free verse becomes a sonnet, or your sestina transforms into haiku. Or take a line or phrase from each of your poems this month and work it into a cohesive new creation.

    Howling at the Pink Super Moon

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    On a moonlit late night
    The Pink Supermoon
    Casts a baleful light
    On 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
    His buddies 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
    An elephant in heat

    When into the bar
    on the highway to hell

    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 carnal 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 Pink Supermoon
    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
    with all of his money
    as his wallet was gone

    He woke up from
    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 Sam
    In howling at the moon

    In the fading light
    Of the lost night
    of the newly damned

    Source poems

    Howling at the Moon

    full 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 skin-tight leather pants
    Looked so fine
    That my eyeballs hurt

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

    She looked at me
    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

     

    Photo by Nishant Vyas on Pexels.com

     

     

     

     

     

    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

    To run amuck
    Free of its civilized restrains
    Throwing off its clothes
    Stripping naked

    Running wild
    Naked and free

    A wild man
    Enjoying his freedom

    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 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

    The Pink Moon Inspires Lunacy

     

     

     

     

     

    On a moonlit night
    The Pink moon
    Shone casting a baleful light
    On 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
    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 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

    Left Hands Blues

    Write a poem using your nondominant hand using “My head is a..” as your first line of the poem.

    Left Hands Blues

    My head hurts
    As I type these words
    Using my left hand
    Reflecting upon my past
    As a child
    Forced to write
    With my right hand
    Even though
    I was Left-handed

    NaPoWrMo Unanswered Questions

    Our prompt today (optional, as always), is to write a poem that poses a series of questions. The questions could be a mix of the serious (“What is the meaning of life?”) and humorous (“What’s the deal with cats knocking things off tables?”), the interruptive (“Could you repeat that?”) and the conversational (“Are those peanuts? Can I have some?”). You can choose to answer them – or just let the questions keep building up, creating a poem that asks the reader to come up with their answer

    Unanswered Questions

    I have so many questions to ask
    First how and why I dreamt
    Of meeting my wife.
    How did she haunt my dreams?
    How did she come to life?
    What was our past life like?
    Why Do I fall in love with her every day?
    What does love at first sight mean?
    Why did that occur to me three times?
    What does hate at first sight mean?
    Also, three times in my life,
    what does that mean?
    What is this thing called love anyway?
    Will we meet aliens in my lifetime?
    Will I live to see humans on Mars?
    Will I live long enough?
    to walk on the moon.
    When will we develop new body parts?
    When can I get new teeth?
    Finally, when I die
    will there be a heaven or hell?
    What will my judgment be?
    Finally, will people remember me after I die?

    April 29

    Rain Writing Com Dew Drop Inn

    October rain
    rain falling

     

     

     

     

     

    Rain
    Are God’s tears
    Crying over the mess
    His creatures
    Made of his creation

    Evening Delights Writer Digest Evening

    For today’s prompt, write an evening poem. The evening can be a quiet and contemplative time, a stressed or fearful time, or, well, party time. Evenings can be lonely or romantic, cool, or humid, inspirational, or numbing. And today (or tonight, depending on when you consume your poetry prompts), the evening is the time for poeming–even if you’re doing it in the middle of the afternoon.

    Evening Delights

    wine

    wine

    My favorite time of day
    Is early evening
    Cocktail hour
    When I sit down
    To dinner
    With my lovely wife
    The love of my life
    Either at home

    Or at a restaurant
    After our evening walk

    As we eat dinner
    We salute the end
    Of the day
    With a glass of wine
    Or a cocktail
    Or Soju
    As the day fades
    Into an evening
    Filled with Love

    Kombucha Glass PSH Kombucha

    This prompt is inspired by 1.) the moment in The Octopus Teacher when she attaches herself to his chest and he muses about not knowing it would be the last time they made contact. (hmmm, like what would he do differently if he knew?)  And 2.) the difference between straight descriptive/instructive language (like directions for Microsoft) and the sublime, artistic language of tenderness.
    First you have to see the movie. Highly recommended for all sentient beings anyway, so I don’t feel bad about the added homework. You will thank me if you haven’t seen it. I promise. If you have, you will surely remember this stunning moment in the film. Feel into its tenderness and gentle communication. Recall tenderness in different parts of your body. Its scent and texture, colors, and sensation. Look around your writing area and select an item that holds a feeling of tenderness, or gentleness, either because of the way it is used or with whom you associate it. Write two…  three to four-minute free writes. The first is simply, a perfunctory, clinical, if you will, description of the item you selected.  The second is a treatise on its tenderness, in the voice of the object.Finally your mission, should you decide to accept it….is to write a poem that takes the material from both free writes and shuffles them together to make a single poem. How would you communicate if you knew it would be the last communication remembered forever?  That said, I wish you communications you will always want to be remembered by. After all, we know how significant the last line of any poem is to its entire experience.
    You may change tenses or syntax if necessary, in the final poem. And you may eliminate anything that no longer fits…. but trust that everything you need for your final poem is already there.

    Kombucha Glass

    Kombucha
    Kombucha

     

     

     

     

     

    Every day I start my day
    With a glass of home-brew
    Kombucha that is
    Made with tea
    Flavored with fruit juices
    Fired up with Turmeric
    But most importantly
    Made with love
    By my wife
    The love of my life

    The window of Love

    And now, for our prompt (optional, as always). This one is called “in the window.” Imagine a window looking into a place or onto a particular scene. It could be your childhood neighbor’s workshop, or a window looking into an alien spaceship. Maybe a window looking into a witch’s gingerbread cottage, or Lord Nelson’s cabin aboard the H.M.S. Victory. What do you see? What’s going on?

    Window of Love

    Every morning
    I step outside
    Do my morning thing
    While my wife
    The love of my life
    Sleeps peacefully
    I look through the window
    From the balcony herb garden
    And watch her sleeping
    My heart filling with love
    As she sleeps away
    The early morning
    When she wakes up
    She fills me
    With the sunshine
    Of her love
    Driving my blues
    Away
    With the dawning sun

    April 30

    Catharis

    Finally, the end
    Has been reached
    Of this annual poetry
    Marathon
    April poetry madness
    Has consumed my soul
    And in the end
    A sense of accomplishment
    The ultimate catharsis

    Goodbye Writer Digest

    For today’s prompt, write a goodbye poem. Whether leaving for a holiday or going to get groceries, many people find themselves in positions of saying goodbye to each other. So, this feels like an appropriate way to close out this year’s challenge…until we meet again.

    Good-Bye
    To all those who
    have passed on
    to another,
    hopefully better world

    I say goodbye
    So many people
    Have died this year
    From COVID
    From Gun violence
    From the aging
    Of the baby boomer generation

    Many musicians
    Actors and writers
    Have played their last songs
    And we will remember them all

    Walter Mondale VP, Ambassador, Good guy
    Prince Philip ultimate husband
    DMX great rapper
    George Segal great actor
    Vernon Jordan ultimate power player
    Norman Jester the phantom tollbooth is closed
    Lawrence Ferlinghetti one of my favorite writers
    Chick Corea one of my favorite musicians
    Mary Wilson just supreme
    George Schultz my First big boss
    Christopher Plummer the Actor
    Larry King final interview
    Hank Arron greatest baseball player ever

    And so many others
    Will soon joins them
    As the coronavirus marches on
    And guns continue to kill thousands
    And cancer
    Traffic accidents
    And the aging boomer population
    Fades away due to old age

    I am 65 years old
    And as I get older
    I have had to say goodbye
    To so many people
    I am losing count
    But I will miss them all
    They live on in my memories

    My father died in 1985
    My mother in 2005
    My sister in 2007
    My friends have also passed on
    My HS debate friend
    Demel T died from AIDS
    I lost my college roommate
    Jon W
    David C my Peace course
    language student
    I lost my visa line colleague
    Paul S
    I lost my second and third bosses
    In the foreign service
    Julian in a terrorist bombing
    Ted H who I worked with twice
    Dead of a heart attack
    Chris my boss in Bangkok
    Also dead from a heart attack
    Judy my artistic friend
    From Bombay days
    And so many others
    Have gone on
    I only hope wherever they are
    That they are thinking of me
    As I think fondly of them

    Reimagine Your Days:Ramen Today PSH Ramen Reimagine Your DaysRamen Today PSH Food
    a poem about yesterday that uses the word “possum” or write a poem about today that uses the word “ramen” or write a poem about tomorrow that uses the word “orthopedist”

    Today is a Good Day To Eat Ramen

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    Today is a good day
    To sit down
    And eat a simple bowl
    Of ramen
    With an egg on top
    Koreans call it ramyeon,
    라면
    Ramyeon
    The Japanese call it ramen
    ラーメン
    Ramen
    Chinese call it
    拉麵
    Lāmiàn

    But it is the same thing
    No matter where you are

    When I first lived in Korea
    I ate a lot of ramen
    To stretch my Peace Corps budget

    There are many new variations
    Coming on the market
    Even cheese ramen
    But in the end
    My favorite
    Is the basic ramen
    With an egg on top
    And a side of Kimchi

    Directions to Narnia NaPoWrMo

     

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    And now for our final (still optional!) prompt. Today’s prompt is based on a prompt written by Jacqueline Saphar and featured in this group of prompts published back in 2015 by The Poetry Society of the U.K. This prompt challenges you to write a poem in the form of a series of directions describing how a person should get to a particular place. It could be a real place, like your local park, or an imaginary or unreal place, like “the bottom of your heart,” or “where missing socks go.” Fill your poem with sensory details, and make them as wild or intimate as you like

    Directions to Narnia

    The land of Narnia exists
    But the entranceways
    Are hidden in secret places
    All over the world

    To get to Narnia
    First, you have to believe
    That Narnia exists

    Then you have to travel
    To spirit-filled places
    Like the top of a mountain
    Go to the sacred mountain
    In China, Japan, Korea, or Thailand
    Hike behind the Buddhist temple
    Find a cave hidden under a waterfall
    Chant five times
    Narnia exists Narnia exists Narnia Exist
    A portal to other worlds
    Will open up
    Step-through
    And you will find yourself
    In Narnia

    The End

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    New Years Visit to Oregon Coast

    Fomer people

    Former People Will Publish “Lone Foreigner Hiking the Seoul City Walls”

    “Hi Jake, I would like to publish “Lone Foreigner Hiking the Seoul City
    Walls”?  Is it still available? And do you have an author photo to go
    with your work?”

    Lone Foreigner Hiking the Seoul City Walls

    Hiker
    Hiker

    A Lone foreign male hiker
    In the hills above the city
    Hiking along the ancient Seoul City walls

     

     

     

     

    500 years after the founding
    Of the city in 1492
    Balancing his walk
    Amid the boulders

    The winter is coming
    Soon he thinks
    And finishes his hike

    Heading to a bar
    To sake his thirst
    Some soju, and bulgogi
    Will do the trick
    He thinks to himself

    Just another day
    In the life
    Of an unknown nameless
    Foreigner in the city
    Of Seoul

    Part of the ten million
    Naked stories
    In the big city

    Former People published three of my poems, “New Years Visit to the Oregon Coast”, ‘Indian Casino Thoughts” and “Casino Thoughts”

    oregon coast
    Oregon coast

     

    New Years Visit to the Oregon Coast

    The end of the year
    We drove to Bookings on the Oregon Coast

    We had a pleasant drive through the mystic fog shrouded Redwoods.
    The gathering gloom of the dark woods foretold my dismal mood

    Slept soundly to the sound of the ocean.
    The super moon light filled

    the beach outside our window
    with an eerie light all night long.

    As we slept people walked the beach
    Enjoying the full moon

    And the unusually warm weather
    Setting off fireworks at midnight

    In the morning I went for a nice walk along the beach
    and thought about the year that was.

    As the waves pounded the shore
    I was filled with calmness

    Enjoying the morning calm
    And the unusual warm weather

    Thinking that the storm is coming
    That perhaps we are in the end of our days

    With the political storms threatening us all
    Yet the ocean reminded me

    This too will pass
    And we will endure

    Until the end of our time
    On earth

    The ocean waves soothed my soul
    And I prepared to drive back through the mystic redwoods

    Back to my home
    And the peaceful ocean waves

    Reminded me
    the end of my life
    Comes closer to my door

    Indian Casino Thoughts

    Indian casino Fun
    Indian casino Fun

    Indian casinos seem to be everywhere
    I have stopped off here and there
    In rural enclaves across the land
    The Indian casinos run by the mob

    For the benefit of the tribes
    The Indian’s revenge on the White man
    For stealing their land
    Is to steal their money

    One gamble at a time
    And make them pay
    For the crimes they committed

    Almost always have a welcome mat
    To teach the ignorant visitor
    Something about their lost culture
    With words in the native languages

    Words that would be illegal to have spoken
    Not so long ago

    As the genocide against the tribes
    Was in full force

    Nowhere worse than in Oregon
    And northern California

    Along the foggy coastal lands
    Where the final solution

    Almost worked
    The survivors
    Such as they are

    Operate dismal dark depressing casinos
    Here and there in the rural countryside

    Along the coast
    And in the hinterlands here and there

    Most barely making any money
    There are so many gambling joints
    Across the land

    And the Indians are being screwed
    Out of their gambling riches

    By the big gaming consortiums
    That run the casinos

    In the reservations
    And across the land

    And I wonder
    Just how much money

    Have these Indian casinos
    Stolen from the elderly pensioners

    And other fools that flock to their premises
    Their neighbors in these small towns

    Where the Indian casino
    is the only joint open
    For business

    indian gaming wikipedia

    Casino Thoughts

    las vegas
    las vegas

    Sitting in a casino of the damned
    Somewhere on the Las Vegas Strip

    Playing the slots
    Watching the crowd go wild

    Watching the machines watching me
    Drinking the free drinks of the damned

    20 drinks too sober
    And the gamblers on the gaming tables

    Gambling away their fortune
    Throwing money away

    In hopes of the payoff
    That somehow never comes

    The pure decadent spectacle
    The fake this and fake that

    Phony this phony that
    False New York
    Paris in Vegas

    Venetian canals, Roman forum
    MGM Grand Lions

    All fake, all phony
    All deliciously decadent
    The noise

    The scantily clad waitresses
    The men ogling the women

    The women ogling back at them
    The scent of wild decadence
    Bad craziness in the air

    The music – the lounge music from hell
    The constant sound

    Of money exchanging hands
    It all overwhelms me

    And I must sit down
    And drink my reality drink

    Drink it down and dirty
    As I continue

    To feed the hungry, greedy machines
    Made in a workshop in hell

    No doubt with child or slave labor
    Imported from the third world

    All my money
    Is sucked into it

    These machines from hell
    The beast from revelation appears

    Stands revealed in his hideous glorious beauty
    Conducting this mad scene

    And I am consumed by the greed
    And the frenzy takes over me

    All I want
    All I need

    All I desire
    Is one more chance

    One more shot
    I scream

    At the utterly unfeeling monsters
    That ate my money

    And chewed up my soul
    And I know

    The worst drug of all
    Is the gambling fever

    The gold bugs
    I would sell my soul

    If I had one left
    For a chance

    At the jack pot of life
    Instead I am reduced

    To a pathetic broken down looser
    Watching the world and Elvis
    Pass him by

    Viva Las Vegas
    Imperial God of the American Dream
    Bitch Goddess of the American Nightmare

     

    The End

  • Another Poet Update

    Another Poet Update

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    Another The Poet Update

    The Poet Update

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    FAITH – OUT NOW!

    Dear poets worldwide

    A quick email to let you know that FAITH has just been released. With 234 contributions from 151 poets in 36 countries, and 30 states in the US; published in two volumes, FAITH is probably one of the largest and most significant international collections of poetry on the theme of faith ever published. From the simple and uncomplicated, to the complex and thought-provoking, this is an amazing anthology featuring some amazing poetry.

    For further details click on the link below.

    https://www.thepoetmagazine.org/spring-2021—faith

    Please support us by buying a copy; they are not expensive and every copy we sell goes towards keeping THE POET going. Also, if you are a member of any faith, spiritual or religious group, please tell them about this title too, and if you are a writer or editor for any faith publications, please try to feature this title in your publication. Uniting writers and poets worldwide on such an important topic is essential during these difficult and challenging times. Thank you!

    CALL FOR SUBMISSIONS

    The subject of our next SUMMER 2021 anthology is FRIENDS & FRIENDSHIP.

    You can write about anything to do with friends and friendship; school friends, work friends, best friends, brief friendships, life-long friends, the friendship of someone special or significant, soulmates, things you have done for your friends in the name of friendship, or what they have done for you, the meaning and value of your friends and their friendship, the support of your friends is challenging and difficult situations or circumstances … the sky is the limit with this topic.

    DEADLINE midnight (GMT) 30th June 2021. Publication July 2021.

    Please click on the below link for submission guidelines:

    https://www.thepoetmagazine.org/contribute

    Note:  Look for my contribution.  The Poet as some of you may recall, published my Hitchiking tales in their epic masterpiece “On the Road”.  in 2020. So they are two for two and I hope three for three.  I have a number of poems about friendship to fine-tune and submit.  End Note

    LASTLY – because of the time it took compiling FAITH, we are a bit behind with getting new interviews and articles online (of which we now have quite a few!). Thank you for your patience, but now FAITH is completed, we will set upon the task of catching up with everything as quickly as we can!

    Keep writing everyone, and stay SAFE!

    Robin – Editor and publisher.

    THE POET – Devoted to showcasing and publishing amazing poetry from around the world. No matter what your background and experience; whether a poet laureate with many titles to your credit or a first-time poet exploring the creative use of words, structure, ideas, and expression, we at THE POET embrace and welcome all poets, everywhere.

    Original Posting

    The Poet will publish ‘Buddha Cat, and Meeting God in a Lake” in their Faith Anthology

    Hope you’re well and staying safe. Sorry for the delay; have only just started to look at FAITH!

    I enjoyed reading all your submissions but I can’t add them all into the anthology, even though they follow each other, so I’ll add: MEETING GOD IN A LAKE and BUDDHA CAT OF EDSALL ROAD.

    Back in touch shortly.

    Robin

    Robin Barratt

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    THE POET magazine
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    From: jake aller <authorjakecosmosaller@gmail.com>
    Sent: 31 March 2021 07:57
    To: Robin Barratt <RobinBarratt@hotmail.com>; Robin <Robin@thepoetmagazine.org>; ccRobinBarratt@hotmail.com <ccRobinBarratt@hotmail.com>
    Subject: poems for Faith Anthology

    Robin

    Here are six poems for your consideration for your on faith anthology.

    Meeting God in a Lake
    Cosmic Cat from Berkeley
    Meeting God in Bombay
    Cosmic Dog From Goa
    Buddha Cat from Edsel Road

    These have been published, most recently in Hypertext in 2020.

    The Poet Magazine previously published some of my “on the road” poems in their “On the Road Anthology in Summer 2020.  They published “Hitchiking Tales”, ” Back of the Bus,” and ‘Cross Country Travels, Part One”.

    Meeting God in a Lake

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    god

     

     

     

     

    In my 64 years around the sun
    I encountered God four times
    At least I thought it was God
    But could never be sure

    The first time I met God
    I had taken magic mushrooms
    And had gone to a lake

    And soon was tripping inside my head
    Lost in inner space

    Zoning out tuning in
    Dropping down the proverbial rabbit hole

    And then in the middle of my madness
    I felt oneness with the universe
    My body melted away

    And I joined the universe
    All boundaries dropped away

    And I knew that the universe was alive
    and I was part of the Cosmos
    And the Cosmos was part of me

    And I wondered at that moment
    If I was face to face with God

    I asked God to reveal himself to me
    And nothing happened

    Just laughter as the whole universe
    Burst into laughter

    And the madness began to fade
    And I slowly came down from the high

    And became aware of myself
    And I was no longer one
    With the universe

    I felt profoundly moved by the experience
    Felt that I had achieved perhaps nirvana
    Or felt the presence of God

    The feeling faded over time
    And my quest to find God resumed

    But I knew that I would never again
    Come so close to the divine essence
    Of the very Universe

    Buddha Cat of Edsall Road

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    evil cat

     

     

     

     

     

    I had another encounter
    With the divine recently
    Another Cosmic cat perhaps

    Perhaps not
    Who knows what cats are

    Are they aliens
    From another dimension
    Or was he channeling God ?

    I called him the Buddha cat
    For the cat loved
    Sitting in a meditative pose

    Not moving
    Just starting at me
    With his soulful deep eyes
    Boring into my soul
    Exploring all my secret thoughts

    The Buddha cat does not move
    Does not react, as he is so deep
    Into his interior mediation
    Truly in tune with the cat universe
    And the cosmos as well

    The Buddha cat
    Seems to be one with God
    One with Buddha, Allah, Ganesh
    And the billion names of God
    Known and unknown

    The Buddha cat can teach us all
    About the art of meditation

    As he zones inward
    And loses his soul
    Joining the cosmos
    And becoming the Buddha cat

    The Buddha cat
    Lives in a modest Town house
    In a modest suburb

    The Buddha cat reminds us all
    To look for God in the everyday
    All around us
    If we but have eyes
    To see God everywhere

    The End

     

  • Down in the Dirt Publication Update

    Down in the Dirt Publication Update

    Down in the Dirt Publication Update

    Down in the Dirt Updates

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    Down in the Dirt Updates

    Down in the Dirt Poems

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    20210415 Scars just published a Down in the Dirt issue collection book with material from you!

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    Publications released a collection book of the January-April 2021 issues
    from Down in the Dirt magazine. Since your material (writing/artwork)
    APPEARS in these issues, that means your material appears in this issue
    collection book, and we wanted to let you know about this brand-new issues
    collection book is titled “Excerpts from the Plague Years”!

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    Plague Years”:
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    accepted writings should also (when you go to your accepted writings) have
    a link to this collection book that your writing is in, so people can find
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        Enjoy the 2021 magazine collection book from Scars Publications and Down in the Dirt magazine, with the January-April 2021 magazine issues titled “Excerpts from the Plague Years”.
    The author names in this listing appear as they are listed in magazine issue/books. For writings that appear in issues, the titles of their writing do not appear on this web page, but all of the names are linked to the individual issue/book that actually contains the material.
    To know exactly what is included in this collection book, view the listing below. All author entries are listed in this collection book as they are listed in magazine issue/books.

     

    3 5 7 love poem

    3 5 7 love poem

    To My Dream Woman Who Loves Me to my dream woman who has loved me so over the years since I first dreamt of meeting her thank you for finding me and rescuing me I just have three words to say I love you Saran hae and in a million other languages and will love you until the end of time writers digest prompt to write a x Blank x BLACK OUT POEM Black out Poem God’s Punishment Original text During a press briefing today to address the nation’s response to the coronavirus pandemic, President Trump was asked about certain Christian pastors who plan to defy state lockdown orders and hold Easter church services this Sunday. “I’ve had talks with the pastors, and most of the pastors agree … that they are better off doing what they are doing, which is, distancing,” Trump said, adding that the pastors want to “get back to church so badly.” Report Advertisement Trump then referred to a notorious pastor who sits on his religious advisory council. Defend democracy. Click to invest in courageous progressive journalism today. “I’m going to be watching Pastor Robert Jeffress, who’s been a great guy,” Trump said. “He’s a great guy and I’m going to be watching on a laptop.” Jeffress is known for his litany of statements demonizing the LGBT community, abortion, and secular people. One of his most reviled comments came in 2015 when he said the 9/11 attacks were God’s punishment on America for abortion. “People ask me all the time,” Jeffress said during a speech at Liberty University. “‘Well, I just don’t understand why God wouldn’t protect our nation and he would allow these radical Muslims in 2001 to kill 3,000 of our citizens and why God doesn’t protect us. Surely, God doesn’t use pagans to bring judgment upon his own people, does he?’” “I’ve had talks with the pastors, and most of the pastors agree … that they are better off doing what they are doing, which is, distancing,” Trump said, adding that the pastors want to “get back to church so badly.” Report Advertisement Trump then referred to a notorious pastor who sits on his religious advisory council. Defend democracy. Click to invest in courageous progressive journalism today. “I’m going to be watching Pastor Robert Jeffress, who’s been a great guy,” Trump said. “He’s a great guy and I’m going to be watching on a laptop.” Jeffress is known for his litany of statements demonizing the LGBT community, abortion, and secular people. One of his most reviled comments came in 2015 when he said the 9/11 attacks were God’s punishment on America for abortion. “People ask me all the time,” Jeffress said during a speech at Liberty University. “‘Well, I just don’t understand why God wouldn’t protect our nation and he would allow these radical Muslims in 2001 to kill 3,000 of our citizens and why God doesn’t protect us. Surely, God doesn’t use pagans to bring judgment upon his own people, does he?’” Black out text the coronavirus pandemic, President Trump hold Easter church services this Sunday. “I’ve had talks with the pastors, get back to church so badly.” “He’s a great guy and I’m going to be watching on a laptop.” he 9/11 attacks were God’s punishment on America for abortion. “People ask me all the time,” ‘Well, I just don’t understand why God wouldn’t protect our nation and he would allow these radical Muslims in 2001 to kill 3,000 of our citizens and why God doesn’t protect us. Surely, God doesn’t use pagans to bring judgment upon his own people, does he?’” Poem Corona Pandemic is Not’s God’s Punishment Amid the coronavirus pandemic, President Trump Attended virtual Easter church services I’ve had talks with the pastors, We need to get back to church so badly.” Rev Jeffries is a great guy I’m going to be watching on a laptop.” Rev Jeffries said The 9/11 attacks were God’s punishment on America for abortion. “People ask me all the time,” ‘Well, I just don’t understand why God wouldn’t protect our nation and he would allow these radical Muslims in 2001 to kill 3,000 of our citizens and why God doesn’t protect us. Surely, God doesn’t use pagans to bring judgment upon his own people, does he?’” I am sad to report Rev Jeffries I spoke to God This morning He confirmed He did not cause 9-11 To bring judgement On the US For abortion He went on to say The corona virus Is beyond his control And he is not sending it To punish the US Or the world His final words Please tell Rev Jeffries To simply STFU poetry super highway black out poem coffee Whitney my coffee morning delight all day long not though at night can not sleep afternoon coffee leads to nightmares lasts all night writing.com Whitney poem form coffee Hay Na Ku hot coffee in morning ice coffee afternoon Drink coffee afternoon will soon have bad nightmares must have my coffee now drink coffee all day long no way sleep will come me curse of my mad coffee writing.com prompt write a Hay Na Ku Poem Daily Dew Drop In submissions as well women playing the lute contemplating God a woman sits by herself playing the lute deep in contemplation thinking of God's love for her thinking of the devil and his temptations she continues playing the lute all poetry contest

     

    Missing you missing me
    Dreaming about you, do you dream the same
    Will love you until end of time; will you remember me then?

    Old Man Visits Wife’s Grave

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    An Old man
    Goes to the grave
    Of his beloved wife

    Carrying her favorite flowers
    And a guitar
    Playing her love songs
    As he remembers her life

    Blaming it all
    On the damn coronavirus Pandemic
    Killing thousands every day
    As politicians play games

    The dead remain dead
    He hears his wife’s voice
    From beyond the grave

    She is a corona ghost
    He wishes he were there with her
    As he plays his mournful love songs

    He lays down for a moment
    And becomes another Corona ghost
    Just another death that lonely day

    April 30 In Search of America 1975 – Hitch hiking Tales

    April 30 In Search of America 1975 – Hitch hiking Tales

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    When I was young and foolish
    Broke and stubborn
    I hitchhiked across the USA

    Started in Salt Lake City
    Where my greyhound bus pass
    Was stolen

    The station manager
    Could have helped me
    But refused to do so

    Threaten to call the cops
    When I grabbed my bags Without the stolen tags

    I said
    Go ahead
    But I am so out of here

    Wondered about Salt Lake City
    Went to a bar
    Found I had to buy my booze
    Next door
    And they would mix it for me

    Had to order food too
    After a bloody Mary
    And a burger

    I walked about town
    Saw the Mormon Temple

    Finally about 3 pm
    It was time to hit the road
    Did not look back

    Ended up in Cody Wyoming
    Got a room shower
    Steak beer
    Using my rapidly depleted cash Spent 25 dollars
    Money really went far
    Back in those days

    A band of professional
    Communist agitators
    Gave me a ride
    To Des Moines

    Lots of weed, booze
    And politics later
    Got off the road
    Slept outside

    Next day
    A beautiful woman
    Drove me to near Chicago
    In a red mustang

    Might have been
    The girl in the song
    Took it easy
    Digging her vibe

    She invited home
    But was not sure
    If her estranged husband
    Would welcome me

    So, I am being foolish
    And inexperienced with women
    Did not go to her place

    And always regretted
    That I had lost
    My chance that day

    Then on to Chicago
    Several rides later
    Visited friends

    Hit the road again
    A series of uneventful rides
    With truckers
    And others

    And a week later
    I ended in New York City

    Slept along the way
    In cars
    In truck stops
    In high way rest stops

    Always moving
    Always going
    Non stop talking
    And lots of free weed
    And beer
    And conversation

    One more memorable ride
    Occurred outside Albany
    On my return to Chicago

    A middle age creepy looking man
    Picked me up
    In a brand-new Cadillac

    He was he said a dynamite deliverer
    For the Mafia
    Went to various places
    To blow up shit

    He hated a lot of people
    Particularly hippies from California
    And Jewish people

    Looking at me to confirm
    That I was both

    I told him that I lived in New York
    And had never been to California
    And although I might have looked Jewish
    As I what was called back in the day
    A “Jewfro”

    I was not Jewish
    Many years later I discovered
    That I am indeed part Jewish
    But then I did not know
    And I felt a bit of strategic information
    Might keep me alive

    Then I realized that he was just jiving with me
    And we relaxed
    And he pulled out some weed
    And beer
    And we mellowed out

    But I believe that he really was with the mob
    Perhaps not a dynamite dealer
    A real made Italian made mafia member

    By Chicago
    I had enough
    I called my Dad
    Told him what had happened

    Wanted a ticket home
    And he sent me a ticket
    And 500 dollars
    And I went home

    I told him I would tell him
    My tales some day
    But never did

    I learned so much
    About my fellow Americans
    And the strange vibe
    That was 1975

    And now it is too late
    But I wanted to finally
    Tell the world

    Of my hitchhiking tales
    In search of America 1975

     

    Charles Bukowski Road Not Chosen

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    While reading Charles Bukowski poetry
    On the metro ride home
    Listening to Buddha bar music
    On my oh too hip IPod

     

     

     

    I begin to see myself as I was
    Over 30 years ago when I was merely a bit player
    A minor character in a Charles Bukowski poem

    A wild young underemployed intellectual
    Hanging out in dismal bars and dives all over Asia and California
    Hanging with disreputable women and drunks and drinkers
    And characters out of his kinds of haunts

    A mad poet bard of the underground
    A drunken poet in a drunken bum show
    That nightly played in his head

    Then one day I met the women of my dreams
    And went down a different path
    A long slow path to respectability

    And now 30 years later
    I am no longer a wild man
    I am still a poet at heart
    But I am now also a bureaucrat
    In a button down suite

    Doing the people’s business
    Working for the Government
    I’ve become the Man

    Sometimes I wonder
    Would I have been better off
    Going down that another path

    Would I have ended up
    Somewhere else
    Doing something else

    Would I have been as happy
    Would I have been as successful?

    There is no answer that satisfies
    The longing in my heart
    For that wild thing
    That still lurks beneath
    It’s civilized cover

    And I know that I am still
    A mad poet at heart
    Railing against the injustice of the world

    As I work day by day in the belly of the great beast of State
    I recall the ancient Chinese saying,
    “Confucian during the day while Taoist rebel at night”
    Playing out in my head and nightly dreams
    In the true American Upper class patrician tradition

    I close the book and look out the window
    Get off the train, and walk slowly home

    And realize I had no choice
    But to take the path that I’ve trodden on

    And so I put aside my misgivings
    And say goodbye to my “Bukowskian”desires
    For another night of domestic contentment

    Was it worth it all to take the conventional path
    And not take the bohemian road to hell and back

    I look at my wife and realize
    I had no choice, had no choice
    But to follow her to the ends of the earth

    And beyond by her side as we walked our path
    Of shared destiny

    Goodbye Charles Bukowski wherever you are
    May I meet you in a bar in the next life
    And figure out where we should have gone

    Until then the drinks are on me.

     

    Fallen Dreams Litter the Ground

    Fallen Dreams Litter the Ground

    In the fall weather
    As I walk amid the falling leaves
    I see the signs everywhere

    Of the fall of America
    The once great and mighty Empire
    Everywhere signs of the fall appear

    The dark skies mirror
    The darkness that settled over our land

    Death, destruction and random acts of chaos
    Are all around us
    Surrounding us with visions of doom

    Nothing can stop the bloodletting
    No one seems to be in charge

    As the leaves fall
    And the darkness descends
    The fall of America continues

    If you’ve been around

    If you’ve been around

    If you’ve been around
    As much as I have
    Decades of memories
    Fill up your brain’s hard drive

    Remembering the dead
    Misremembering the living
    Seeing the past fly past
    Everywhere you go

    Thinking about things
    You did and did not do
    As your life begins to fade
    Sinking into lost worlds past

    Seeing the ghosts
    Of all you knew
    Whispering Soon you will
    Be joining us

     

    Lone Foreigner Hiking the Seoul City Walls

    Lone Foreigner Hiking the Seoul City Walls

    Hiker
    Hiker

    A Lone foreign male hiker
    In the hills above the city
    Hiking along the ancient Seoul City walls

     

     

     

    500 years after the founding
    Of the city in 1492

    Balancing his walk
    Amid the boulders
    The winter is coming
    Soon he thinks

    And finishes his hike
    Heading to a bar
    To sake his thirst

    Some soju, and bulgogi
    Will do the trick
    He thinks to himself

    Just another day
    In the life

    Of an unknown nameless
    Foreigner in the city
    Of Seoul

    Part  of the ten million
    Naked stories
    In the big city

     

    My Name Is Nobody

    My Name Is Nobody

    My name, it is Nobody
    No one cares who I am
    I am just a nameless clone
    In the cold, unfeeling bureaucracy

    Just one of the army
    Of civilians

    who flood into and out of the city
    Every day

    A non-entity,
    A ghost
    A govbot
    A cyber
    A spook
    A faceless automan
    A bureaucrat

    Just a grey-suited
    Cog in the machinery
    And no one cares
    No one knows who I really am

    And I am legend
    Everywhere and nowhere

    Just the way this modern world
    All shred of humanity
    Crushed beneath

    The cruel wheel of society
    In the cold, harsh world
    There is no room anymore
    For true human feelings

    We are just robots, clones, machines
    And so I go to work
    Put on my mask

    And no one hears my inner screams
    And no one will ever care

    Snarling Cup of Coffee

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    cartoon man who drank too much coffee
    cartoon man who drank too much coffee

    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

    Strangeness in the Air

    Strangeness in the Air

    There is a strangeness in the air
    A sense of cosmic unease
    Hangs silently in the purple crystalline sky

    America woke up
    And decided it was time
    To quit following like lemmings
    Over the Clift

    As the pied piper chants
    Stay the course, stay the course
    We were like lemmings following him
    Dying to save his wounded pride

    Today there is that strange difference
    In the air
    As Americans woke up
    And threw off their chains of fear

    Unhinged Lunatic Howling at the Full Moon

     

    Unhinged Lunatic Howling at the Full 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

     

     

  • writer Egg Update

    writer Egg Update

     Writer Egg Magazine in Bristol, England has published some more of my Corona Virus poems.

    corona virus revised
    Corona Virus is Not God’s Punishment
    Corona Ghosts

    Corona Virus Poems
    Corona Virus Pandemic Thoughts

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    writer Egg magazine has published the following Corona theme poems in issue number 4 and issue number 5 which drops December 1, 2020.

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    Acceptance Letter, by midnight tonight. If we do not receive this
    information in time, unfortunately we will have to take your pieces out
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    please let me know.

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    Index

    Corona Virus Stalks Me
    News is still grim
    Mad Mask Fears  -content tracing Dante Inferno  Canto one Line 1 to 3
    Wearing a Mask is not a political statement
    General Corona Leads His Troops Into Battle, crown of sonnets
    Corona Ghosts Stalk the President

    Corona Virus Stalks Me

     

     

    the dreaded coronavirus
    led by the demented general Corona,
    seems to be stalking me
    everywhere I go

    images of the dead
    come to life
    accusing me of something
    as they fade in and out of view

    ghostly images fill\ my fogged up glasses
    as i walk down the street
    hidden deep inside my masks

    and I fear everyone
    which is of course
    part of the corona virus’s
    evil’s plan
    to drive us all mad
    sending us to hell

    News is still grim

    cnn logo
    cnn logo

    watching the daily news
    the constant doom and gloom
    makes me want to cry

    and hide  away

    waiting

    waiting

    waiting

    for the end of the news
    and a return to normal

    but that seems
    like a distant dream

    perhaps it is our fate
    perhaps it will be over

    perhaps it will never
    be over

    and the news drones
    on
    and
    on

    and
    on

    overwhelming
    me

    with
    cosmic
    dread

    Mad Masks Fears Corona Sonnet Form

    no masks
    no masks

     

    I don’t understand
    this fear of wearing a mask
    somehow making you weak

    that wearing a mask
    is a political statement

    “Midway upon the journey of our life
    I found myself with a forest dark
    for the straightforward pathway had been lost”

    THE  THOUGHT COMES      TO MIND

    WHAT        IS      WRONG     WITH          THESE       PEOPLE

    ALL

    LOST

    THEIR

    MINDS

    content tracing Dante Inferno  Canto one Line 1 to 3

    Wearing a Mask is not a political statement

    masked woman
    masked woman

     

     

     

     

     

    to my friends in America
    and around the world
    to those who think
    that somehow the coronavirus
    only infects other people
    that it is all a liberal hoax ,
    overblown
    nothing more than a bad flu
    and nothing to do with me
    demanding that we all go
    back to work

    what is wrong with you?
    have you lost your humanity?
    will millions have to die
    so you can have a Big Mac?
    so you can have a Big Mac
    and a beer
    whenever you damn, please

    and no one can tell you
    please wear a mask
    have you lost all reason
    is it all now
    about owning the dems
    and the damn libtards
    is there any thing left
    in your cold, greedy heart?

    and you still proclaim
    that you are Christian
    as you violate all the Christian principles
    what would Jesus do

    what would Jesus do
    what does the bible say
    we should do
    in the midst of this pandemic
    is it the Christian thing to do
    to let millions of people die
    did not Christ talk about love
    compassion and mercy
    would not Jesus
    wear a mask
    to protect himself
    and others
    from this ravaging disease
    that does not care

    who you are
    who you voted for
    which church you go to
    and Jesus and God
    are not there
    watching all of us
    as the virus spreads

    it will affect you
    sooner or later
    and when it does
    perhaps if you had worn
    a mask
    you might have prevented
    a few more people
    have died

    a few more people
    including your grandfather
    grandmother
    friend
    relative might be alive
    if you were not such
    a self- centered person
    and I appeal to you my friend
    to grow up, become a member
    of the human race again

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    General Corona Leads His Troops Into Battle, a crown of sonnets

    corona
    corona

    General Corona leads his forces across the world
    riding on a black horse
    from out of the Apocalypse
    ride the four horsemen
    which are let loose upon the world

    He leads his forces across the world
    into battle as the leader of his evil forces
    The enemy of humanity

    General Corona, he does not care
    nor does his virus minions care
    about your nationality, he does not care
    about your politics, he does not care
    or your wealth or who you are
    for all you are nothing but humanity

    the corona general sees humanity
    as nothing but hosts for his virus army
    chanting death to humanity
    until his evil army
    sweeps throughout the world
    throughout the world
    and millions must die

    it is the will of the general all must die
    and it is the end of the world
    or perhaps the beginning of a new world
    filled with hope and love through out the world
    humanity comes alive throughout the world
    fighting back against the virus army
    peace, love and compassion defeats the army
    and general corona will finally himself die

    Corona Ghosts Haunting the President

    corona virus
    corona virus

    The corona ghosts are angry
    Watching the news every day
    In limbo land

    The corona ghosts decide
    To pay the president a visit
    To show him the humans
    Who have died

    Due to his incompetence
    And lack of leadership
    175,000 Corona ghosts
    Descend upon the white house

    At midnight
    And surround the president
    Screaming at him

    Saying look at me
    Look at me

    You did this
    You did it
    You Mr. President

    You are not the smartest man
    In the world
    Far from it

    It is all on you
    And you will soon
    Be joining us

    Be afraid
    Your time is up
    General corona
    Is on the march

    And he has you
    In his sights

     

  • Corona Ghosts

    Corona Ghosts

    175,000 Corona Ghosts

    Subterranean Blues will publish my poem, “Waiting for the Grim Reaper’s Decision”

    I sent them the following poems as well

    The Bombs that Took Her Away
    175,000 Corona Ghosts Message to our LeadersHerman Cain was his Name

    the Meaning of Life

    Waiting for the Grim Reaper’s Decision

     

     

     

     

    One night
    After falling
    into a deep sleep

    I woke up<
    standing in a long line
    with people
    of all nationalities
    dresse in black uniforms

    I look up
    and see a giant Screen
    showing scenes
    from past lives

    I ask the person
    in front of me
    where was I

    he merely grunted
    and pointed to a sign
    The sign said in multiple languages

    No talking
    No smoking
    No eating
    No sleeping

    Be patient
    Your turn for judgement
    Will be soon

    no one can escape their fate
    For this is your judgement date

    A punk rock band
    Was playing
    Screaming out
    No sleeping

    No eating
    No talking
    Beware

    Be afraid
    Be very afraid
    The hour is getting late

    God is on the make
    The devil is on the take

    No one can escape their fate
    For this is your judgement date

    I watched the various condemned
    Walking to the front of the room

    Step by step
    When they got
    to the front of the room

    They were shoved into a chair
    And strapped to a machine

    And the grim reaper
    Would bark out a few questions

    Then their live would flash by
    On the screen
    Then the screen
    would flash

    A simple symbol
    either a green light
    A red light
    A yellow light
    or a black light
    would appear

    and the grim reaper
    Would pronounce sentence
    In the language of the person
    In front of him

    Then sentence pronounced
    The body would disappear

    And the grim reaper
    Would bark out

    Next
    Soon it was my turn

    The grim reaper barked out

    name: John (Jake) Cosmos Aller
    Date and place of birth
    October 30, 1955 Oakland, California

    There is a discrepancy here
    Your birthday is listed twice
    as either October 29
    Or October 30

    Which is the real date?

    The 30th

    Fine
    And he pointed
    his hand held computer

    And I saw my life flash by
    30 seconds later
    The screen flashed green

    Congratulations
    You have been given a reprieve

    And will be returned to your life
    But with a warning
    Your time is limited
    As is it
    For all of you

    Make the most of it
    Someone upstairs has marked
    Your file
    For positive review

    for the next date
    when you will meet your fate
    Good luck

    I asked
    How much time do I have
    He smiled

    No one is allowedTo knows the date
    That they are scheduled
    To meet their fate

    That information is classified
    Q level top secret ultra
    Only St. Peter’s knows
    And he does not tell me
    Anything

    You have no need to know
    And neither of us
    Are cleared for that

    So just go back
    And make the most
    Of the time you have

    The sun was coming up
    I looked at my wife
    The love of my life

    And vowed to make
    Every moment count
    Until my next date
    With the grim reaper

    175,000 Corona Ghosts Message to our Leaders

     

    1750,000 Corona ghosts
    Have a message
    For our feckless leaders

    Their voices crying out
    In the corona winds
    That are sweeping the world

    Led by the implacable enemy
    General Corona
    And his army of virus bots

    The corona ghosts cry out
    Why Mr. President
    Can’t you take responsibility
    And apologize to the world

    For the mess you made
    Due to your incompetence

    Why Mr. president
    Do you continue to listen to quacks
    Whether than your own experts

    And why dear God
    Don’t you mask up
    Right now?

    Mr. President
    Why can’t you get
    The senate to get off
    Their proverbial buts

    And deliver Corona relief
    To those fortunate
    To still be alive?

    And Mr. President
    The way things are going
    We may see you soon
    As you too may become
    Another Corona Ghost

    Herman Cain Was his Name

    Herman Cain was his name
    Being President of Godfather Pizza
    That was his name
    And his claims to fame

    He ran his company with pizzaz
    Being famous for being famous
    Knew all the right people

    Did the right thing
    But still on that date
    He met his fate

    And became
    Just one
    of the 150,000 Corona Ghosts
    Ghosts in the corona winds

    That are sweeping the land
    Killing people left and right

    As General Corona marches forward
    With his army of virus bots
    Infecting everyone they met

    And in the end
    It did not matter
    Who Herman Cain was

    He became just
    Another
    Corona Ghost

    the Meaning of Life

    Sometimes I contemplate
    The meaning of life
    And the central mystery
    That still haunts my life

    The fairy tale romance
    That overwhelmed me
    38 years ago

    When I met my fate
    On that august date

    I still do now know
    How and why
    I had the dream

    All I know
    Is that she came
    To me in a dream

    And then walked into my life
    And became my wife

    But I sill don’t know the meaning
    Of life itself

    All I know
    Is that I married
    The women of my dreams

    And that has made
    All the difference

    based on my true love story. For details see “Dream Girl” on my blog, “the world according to cosmos

    the END

  • Raven Cage Publishes Poems

    Raven Cage Publishes Poems

    Raven Cage has published the following poems:

    Failure is not an option

    My failures
    Total Success or Total Failure
    Dejavu All Over Again
    General Failure Reading Disk Drives

    corona virus revised

    Raven Cage Publishes Poems

    Failure is Not an Option

    weasel words

    Failure is not an option
    Is a weasel word

    Weasel words
    Are Orwellian words
    Designed to shut down
    Rational thought

    And ironically
    these words

    “Failure is not an Option”
    usually accompanied by macho posturing
    and false bravado
    and extreme hubris

    Often leads to spectacular failure
    Because logically speaking
    Failure is always an implied option

    as is the null hypothesis of doing nothing
    nothing at all and let the status quo
    remain the stars quo

    Leaders need to look at all options
    Including what to do
    If they fail to achieve their goals
    or doing nothing at all

    They must have a plan
    To learn from their failures

    If not following the dictates
    The false macho posturing
    That failure is not an option
    Will often lead to the feared failure

    On Failure

    They say that failure
    Is the best teacher of all

    And I have learned
    from the proverbial
    school of hard knocks

    So much from my failures
    And I have failed so much
    In my life

    But I have gotten better
    Stronger and wiser
    and am a much better person
    Because I have failed

    And embraced my failures
    Failed first grade
    Almost failed math and physics
    Failed music college

    Almost failed statistics in college
    and graduate school
    just don’t have a mathematical mind

    Almost failed my life
    in the Peace Corps
    Dealing with Typhoid

    Almost failed my job
    when I was in Bangkok

    Almost failed my life
    In the hospital for almost a year
    battling a mutant staph MDR infection
    from hell

    and an acute GI infection
    that almost killed me
    later battled dengue fever

    Almost failed to learn Spanish
    Failed as a visa chief in Spain

    And throughout my failures
    There is one thing I learned

    With the support of my wife
    And my friends

    I can and will overcome
    everything that
    life throws at me

    and become even stronger
    wiser and a better person

    because I have overcome
    and learned from
    my failures

    Dejavu All Over Again

     

    masked woman
    masked woman

    Looking at the dismal news
    As the virus spreads
    Out of control

    With no end in sight
    Back in April
    Hospitals begged for relief
    From a lack of PPD
    And equipment etc

    And for a few weeks
    It seemed we were fine
    But we failed to prepare

    For the continuation of the pandemic
    And our stockpile has been overwhelmed
    Our hospitals are overwhelmed

    And it could have been prevented
    If our leaders had kept up
    Stockpiling for the inevitable second wave

    Even as the first wave has yet
    To reach its peak

    So I say
    It is all dejavu all over again

    General Failure Reading Disk Drive

    My computer loves
    Spitting out error messages
    Written like haiku

    Mysterious messages
    Hard to understand
    only computer geeks
    can follow

    My favorite has always been

    General Failure Reading Disk drive

    The question comes to mind
    Who is this General Failure

    And why is reading my disk drive
    Anyway?

    the End

  • More Short Cosmos Poems

    More Short Cosmos Poems

    More Short Cosmos Poems

    I am a big fan of Haiku, Tanka, and other short poetical forms inspired by the Japanese and others.   here are some of my short poems. Some have been published, most have not.

    enjoy

    April 2018 Poems

    2017 April Poems

    April 2019 Poems

    haiku


    wiki

    Japanese short poetry forms

    Cosmos’s Cheritas and Haiku

    Coffee Poems

    Cherita Poems

     

    Current Haiku

    Index

    Part One Love Poems

    I will Love you until the end of time

    I will Love you until the end of time

    That is all I need to say

    That is all that there is

    Nothing but love in my heart
    Waiting for me to say it
    And for you to believe it

    In the beginning of the world

    In the beginning of the world

    I saw you there
    Walking off that bus

    And that was the beginning
    Of my life with you
    And the end of the rest of the world

    Love Cherita -I Married the Girl of My Dreams

    I married the girl of my dreams

    First dreamt of her
    Back in 1974

    Eight years later
    she walked off a bus
    and into my life

    It All Began in Berkeley, California

    It All Began in Berkeley, California

    in the spring time of 1974
    one fateful afternoon

    I was nodding off
    in my high school physics class
    And saw her in my dream

    I Looked Up

    I looked up

    and saw a tall, beautiful Asian woman
    standing looking at me

    She was the most beautiful women
    in the universe to me
    I screamed out, who are you?

    She Disappeared

    She Disappeared

    like she was beamed
    away from my dream

    I knew that moment that someday
    I would meet the girl
    In the dream

     

    Little Did I Know

    Little Did I Know

    I would have to wait
    eight long years

    Until 1982
    to meet her in reality
    when she walked off that bus

    Starting that month

    Starting that month

    I began having the same dream
    Month and month and month

    Always the Same Dream
    She was saying something
    in a strange language

    Then one day

    then one day

    I had the dream
    and knew that she was in Korea

    I Knew She Was Waiting for Me
    I chose to go Korea
    In the Peace Corps

    Somehow knowing

    somehow knowing

    That I would meet her there
    and I looked for her there

    for three years
    I looked everywhere
    and never found her

    One Day I Had the Last Dream

    One day I had the last dream

    It happened in the morning
    A year after the Peace Corps ended

    A month before I planned
    to leave to return
    to the U.S. for graduate school

    That Morning Early in the Morning

    That morning early in the morning
    I had the last of these dreams

    This time I understood her
    She said,

    “걱정 마. 우리는 곧 만날 것이다. ”
    “geogjeongma. ulineun god mannal geos-ida.
    “Don’t worry.   We’ll meet soon.”

    I Was Born Again That evening

    I Was Born Again that evening

    As I was getting off the bus
    To go to my class

    I saw getting off the bus
    The girl in my dream
    It was she!

    I was Speechless

    I was speechless

    I did not know what to do
    Wanted to tell her

    How could I tell her that
    Hey, you are the girl
    I have been dreaming about

    Over the Course of the Evening

    Over the course of the evening

    I ran into her several times
    Finally, I was introduced to her

    I muttered some lame excuse

    About wanting to find a Korean tutor
    and got her number.

    My New Life Began the Next Day

    My new life began the next day

    The next day she came to the gate
    Of my base where I was teaching

    She said that she had to speak with me
    I told to wait in the library
    for about an hour

    I Would Cancel Class

    I would cancel class

    and meet her then
    We went out for coffee

    She told me that she was madly
    in love with me
    And simply had to have me

    I Told Her I Felt the Same Way

    I told her I felt the same way

    I proposed five days later
    And got married one month later

    Does she believe this story?
    She claims she does not believe it
    Because it is impossible to be true

    But I Know That There Are Other Worlds

    But I Know That There Are Other Worlds

    In a past life we must have been together
    somehow our love was so strong

    That it crossed over
    the barrier of past lives
    finding me in this life

    She found me in 1974

    She Found Me In 1974

    But it took until 1982
    For us to actually meet

    And it has been 35 years
    Since we met in the physical sphere
    Or 43 years since the dream began

    And I still recall the dream

    and I still recall the dream

    I had no choice
    when  I met her

    we were fated
    to be together
    until the end of time

    End Dream Cherita

     

    Morning Delight

    Every morning

    When I wake up
    And see your face

    The sunlight of your love
    Fills my heart with deep contentment
    And all is right with the world

    Best Love Cinquain

    Best Love
    Love at First Sight
    Met the girl of my dreams
    My life began
    that autumn day

    True Dreams

    I had a dream
    Meet the Girl of my Dreams
    She walked off that bus that day

    Truth

    Truth
    True story
    Love never ends
    Love at First Sight Love

    First Love

    First Love
    First time we kissed
    Hot Electricity
    Filled my soul with desire
    Time stopped

    Time

    Time
    Began
    That fine day
    Never Ending Love story

     First Kiss

    They say you always

    remember forever
    the first kiss of your life

    it happened to me
    back in 1967
    In Washington DC

    the first time

    I kissed a sweet girl
    I was eleven years in age

    It happened in a class project
    We were inside a fake space ship
    And shared a French kiss

    Kissing Angela in the Bar

    My first kiss
    With my lovely wife
    Occurred in evil Itaewon

    We went to a bar and drank a lot
    Started kissing asked to leave the bar

    Angela Cherita

    I have dreamt of you

    For almost seven long years
    And now you are here

    What can I do about this
    Only thing to do love you
    Until the End of Time

    Thank to all the gods

    For bringing you in my life
    I will love you

    For we are fated
    to be together
    From now to the end of time

    Angela  Haiku

    Every day I wake up
    To the love of my long life
    And say Thanks to God

    63 Years Young with You

    I am 63 years young

    63 years around the sun
    37 of those years

    I have spent
    With my Dream Girl
    the love of my life

    63 years Around the Sun

    63 Years around the sun

    taught me a few things
    life is too short

    to carry a grudge
    live your Life
    Love a lot

    Another Love Cinquain

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

    Haiku Thinking of You

    Thinking of you, dear
    Wondering if you are too
    Thinking of me too

    Every Day I Wake Up

    Every day I wake up
    I see my fate in her face
    Fall into her spell

    Met My Fate

    I met my late fate
    Seeing her face in a bar
    Met fate That Date

    Published Hello

    impossible Dreams

     

    (audio for impossible Dreams, impossible dreams 2, life is but a dream and I married the girl of my Dreams)

    impossible dreams
    sometimes they do come to life
    sometimes come true

    Impossible Dreams 2

    Impossible dreams
    I have had a few come true
    Dreamt of meeting wife
    And in my dream life
    She walked out of my dreaming
    Night time vision came true

    Life is but a Dream

    Life is But a Dream
    That is what they say my dear
    And I have lived dreams
    Dreaming of meeting her
    Then she walks out of the dream
    And into my arms

    Married the Girl of My
    Dreams

    true love romance story

    I married the girl of my Dreams
    First dreamt of her
    back in 1974
    Eight years later
    She walked off a bus
    and into my life

    Skinny Valentines

    Every day
    All
    Around
    Me
    I
    See
    Broken
    Hearted
    Woman
    Every lover

    Faces

    Faces of all of my ex-lovers
    All around me
    Coming at me

     

     

    Everywhere I look
    Seeing my wife’s face in the sky

    Shape of Sex

    Sexual desires
    Have a strange way about them

    Arriving unannounced
    Perhaps overwhelming at times

    Erupting out of nowhere
    Seriously disrupting my day’s plan

    GLOW

    Glowing light of the dawning sun
    Lights up my dismal room
    Overwhelming me with love
    Watching my dream girl sleep

    Angela (Acrostic poem for Whispers)

    Angela is my life
    No better friend in the universe
    Greatest Love of all
    Every Day I thank God
    Love of my life

    Angela My Soul Mate

    Love of my long life
    Everything I ever desires
    Everything I ever needed

    On Top of the World

    on top of the world
    looking down
    on all of  creation

    beneath my feet
    Thinking
    what a wonderful world
    this is

    as long as I have you
    by my side

    There is nothing more to be said

    There is nothing more to be said

    Nothing more I can add
    Nothing more than this

    I will love you
    Until the end of time itself
    and death does us part

    A Message for You

    A message for you

    Love comes with the sunrise
    a message from God himself

     

    from the universe itself
    in the eastern sea
    Showering love rainbows upon you

    Love Endures

    Love Endures

    the longer I live
    the more I learn

    that nothing endures in life
    other than the love
    I share with you

    Success

    In 62 years around the sun

    I have learned a few things
    About life and the universe

    The most important thing in life
    Is to have a successful love life
    That is all one needs after all

    Spring Doositsu

    Waking up seeing you there
    Watching you as you wake up
    Fills me with such sweet desire
    Overcoming my mind

    I sit watching you all day
    Thinking of you all day long
    Wild erotic imaginings

    Love making to come
    That old blues song come to mind
    I just want to make love to you
    I just want to make love to you
    Nothing more than that that

    I end this morning with this thought
    You are still the most wonderful
    The most beautiful creature
    In the whole universe

    Love Triclinia

    One Summer Day
    I saw a rose on the bus
    I met my fate

    Angela Fills Me with Red Passion

    angela
    the love of my life
    came to me out of a dream
    walked off a bus into my life
    filling my life
    with red passion

    Thanks Haiku

    Every morning
    I wake up alive with you
    I give thanks to the Gods

    Love Hexastich

    love
    for you
    dreaming
    of you
    for years
    until you walked
    into my life

    Love Sestet

    you walked out of my dreams
    into my life that day
    the day that changed my life
    when you became my wife
    and filled my life with love
    that date I met true love

    Everything  I Could Ever Dream

    Love
    My Dove
    my dream girl
    like a white pearl
    she appeared to me
    everything she could be
    My love came to me in a dream
    she was everything I could dream

    Dreaming of You

    dreaming
    of my love
    she came in a dream
    Haunting me for eight years
    then she walked out of my dreams

    “What Dreams May Come “ from the Movie

    Meeting You

    I often think
    what would I do
    If I could go back
    and change my past

    the one thing I would still do
    is meeting you

    8 Years of Dreams

     

    Dreaming her eight years
    one day she really appeared
    walked off a bus and into life

     

    There is always one more time

    There is always one more time

    There is always a second chance
    For love and happiness

    In this dark world of ours
    We will find each other
    Til the end of time itself

    Best Friend for 55 years 

      

    I have known Robert S since the first grade
    over 55 years sharing life’s journeys
    introduced me to demon rum and weed
    Was there when I dreamt of my wife
    and there during my 14 operations

    My Memory Bank

    Matt and I met in Latin class
    in the 9th grade
    he managed my first election
    as BHS president

    He knows most of my secrets
    and reminds me of my past misdeeds
    keeping me humble and alive

    Best Friend in the Universe

    I met my best friend, my soul mate
    in a dream in high school
    eight years later she walked off a bus
    and entered my life 35 years ago
    Still, my best friend I ever had

    Published in “Whispers”

    Part Two Pain Poems

    Fake Pain Haiku version

    Fibromyalgia

    I have fake pain all day long
    Don’t know if it is real

    Magazine Bonsai Haiku

    Living with Pain Hanibun

    Back in 1996 I had the accident that changed everything.I went jogging one morning. It was dark outside, and I thought that I knew the trail. I fell down a ledge hidden where the trail should have been. I shattered me heal in a million pieces. I was rushed to an ER and told that I needed n emergency operation and would be bed ridden for four months. My wife was in San Antonio at the time serving in the Army, I was in DC working for the State Department. I flew in a wheel chair to San Antonio where they proclaimed that they had to wait a week for the swelling to go down before they could operate. The Air force doctors wanted to try a new procedure – using shark cartridge as a bone supplement. The operation was a success until I quit taking antibiotics six months later. I was in DC by myself then. I went to the hospital for an unrelated thing -removal of a cist I think. But the doctors took one look at me and proclaimed that the staph had become a multiple drug resistant staph and I needed an urgent operation. The next day I had the third of 15 operations. I endured six months at Walter Reed hospital but that was in the 90’s prior to the wars of the 21st century filled the base up. They had few customers and I got to know the doctors well

    I know pain
    Intimately aware of every ache
    Every pain

    Ever since that day
    When I went under the knife
    And had the 14 operations

    That saved my life
    But I am not one to complain

    I became one with the pain
    Which I endure to this day

    Knowing that I am alive
    Having cheated death
    Twenty times in life

    Waiting for the grim reaper
    To finally claim me

    But that day has not come
    And until the, I will endure.

    Hiking the Hills of My Youth

    I grew up in Berkeley, California in the 60’s Ever since I was a youngster I would wander the hills of Berkeley hiking for hours by myself and sometimes with my friends

    I explored every nook and cranny every corner of the hills and got to know nature in its infinite beauty

    Ever since those days I have longed for the day that I could spend my days hiking and wondering the hills

    Now that I am retired and living in Korea I can go for a long walk in the hills every day I want

    It is not the same as the hills I grew up, no vistas of the Bay and it is in Korea to boot but most days it is sufficient as I head out early afternoon and conquer four or five miles of hills just enjoying that fact that I can still move and am still very much alive at age 62.

    I grew up hiking the hills of Berkeley, California
    Grew up knowing every corner of the hills
    And the infinite beauty of the Bay Area

    And now I find myself in a strange land
    With time on my hands
    I wander the hills above the airport
    In Incheon Korea

    And wander about here
    and there Just being grateful

    That I am still alive
    And kicking at age 62

    Coffee Poems

    Coffee Haiku

     

    cup of coffee
    cup of coffee

    I like my coffee
    Like my women hot
    as hell and Heaven

     

    coffee drink of the gods

     

    7-2-coffee-
    7-2-coffee-

    coffee drink of the gods
    also drink of the dogs
    satan

    Coffee Madness

    coffee
    coffee

    every morning coffee madness
    consumes me and overwhelms me
    one day coffee madness

    More Coffee

     

    too much coffee
    too much coffee

     

    More coffee
    must have more
    it consumes me

    just need one more

    Darker Poems

    Nuclear War Looms

    nuclear war looms
    North Korea U.S. Launch Nukes
    End of the world

    Zombies Apocalypse

    audio clip includes Zombie poems, and Evil Fog

    the zombies unleashed
    killing everyone they see
    zombie apocalypse

    Zombies to the right of me

    Mature Couple being attacked in their car by a hoard of zombies.

    Zombies to the right of me
    Zombies to the left of me
    Zombies run amuck

     

    Evil Fog

    evil fog descends
    killing everyone at once
    end of life on earth

    Ghosts in Scotland

    While touring Scotland
    Meeting Ghosts in the wild moors

    I believe in ghosts

    The Future of NYC

    cherita re NYC
    NYC

     

     

     

     

     

    In the distant future
    the world will end
    with a massive flood
    and NYC will slowly sink
    beneath the waves
    and humanity will die

    Fear of Falling While Sleeping

    I am consumed
    with the fear of falling
    out of bed
    onto the ground
    dying in my sleep

    Life is a Dream of Chocolate Covered Trees

    Life is a dream
    of chocolate covered trees
    for to see what can’t be seen
    for to hear what can’t be heard
    to see what can’t be seen
    to live in oder to die
    and to die in order to live

    Note: oldest poem written when I was 16! in 1972

    Spirits

    Satanic spirits all around me
    Particularly late at night
    In the middle of the night
    Rapidly erupting everywhere
    Infesting my very being
    Taking over my very soul
    Satanic demons of the night

    Freaky

    Freaky sounds fill the air
    Radio is on playing the music of the dead
    Everywhere I hear the music of my doom
    All around me I see my fate approaching me
    Keeping me awake with cosmic dread
    Yes the end time approaches

    Scorpion Nights of Passion

    Born in October
    Scorpion Passionate fool
    Always taking the lead
    consumed with dark desires

    is this Scorpio buddha nature
    consumed with dark desires

    Looking at the Hidden Machinery of God

    One day
    I woke up
    and found myself

    in God’s hidden factory
    watching the machinery of God

    running the world
    and realized

    that God was indeed
    the chief engineer of the universe

    as I watched the machinery
    of creation
    creating the world anew
    every morning

    Endless Noises on TV

    endless noise on TV
    quiet on the path outside
    peace in my soul

    Dangerous Times Tanka

    In dangerous times
    we retreat to our corners
    convinced we are right
    everyone else is evil
    everyone else must die

    Dream What May Come

    Dream what may come
    Recalling past lives lived
    Every fantasy comes to life
    All night long
    More nightmares to come
    So many worlds to explore

    Fate

    Fate has a way
    Always catching up
    embrace your fate
    on this date

    Fate Endlessly dancing away
    that is what’s up
    at the end of the date

    Solage Poems

    Darkness consumes Me

    Love Madness consumes me
    whatever will be will be
    love

    Dreaming Dark Dreams

    Dreaming Dark dreams
    wondering what will become of me
    death

    War Rumors of War

    war rumors of war
    spreading everywhere war
    destruction

    Are These the End of Time

    are these the end of time
    biblical prophecies
    Hell

    Florette Poems

    Twenty Twenty

    twenty twenty
    feared by many
    reasons plenty
    feared by many
    the end times are coming

    These Strange Visions

    these strange visions
    nightmare visions
    nightmarishly real
    or is this just my fate
    to have visions galore

    howling at the Moon Florette

    howling at the moon
    the mad full moon
    filled with madness

    screaming like an escaped banshee
    pure madness

    I See the Moon Florette

    I see the blood red super blue moon
    smiling full moon

    dreaming of naked lovely
    moon maidens

    Moon over the mountains Florette

    Photo by Nishant Vyas on Pexels.com

    the blood red super blue full moon shines
    providing mad signs

     

     

    deep in mountains
    filled with thoughts of the moon
    howling

    The Evil Moon Florette

    the evil blue super full moon
    blood red blue moon

     

     

    terrifies me
    I run consumed with hot mad desires
    mad moon cries out

    Nature Poems

    Walking on the Path

    walking on the path
    in the world peace forest
    snowing cherry trees

    the World at Peace

    the world at peace
    walking with love of my life
    all is right with me

    Falling Cherry Trees

    the falling cherry trees
    along the path of the forest
    reminds us of love

    Two Cats

    two cats walking by
    one black one one yellow one
    both alien creatures

    Birds Flying Away

    Watching the black birds
    birds flying away
    fleeing the wild cats about

    The World Peace Forrest

     

    the world peace forrest
    passes by my apartment
    every day I walk it

    Deer in the Park

    I seldom see the deer
    that live in the park near me
    they are just too shy

    Never Saw the Wild Pig

    I never saw the wild pig
    the Pig that lives in the woods
    just heard him oinking

     

     

    Korean Charcoal Saunas

    korean charcoal
    saunas are amazing
    cure for everything

    Walking In Snow

    walking in snow
    on a cold night
    winter old friend
    the world becomes so cold

    Contended Pigs

    Contended Pigs
    Increasing food costs
    Piles of rotten garbage

    Spring Time In Seoul

    Springtime In Seoul
    full of promised weather
    chase away winter

    At the Center

    at the center of
    all of reality
    a flower blossoms

    Australia and California Burning Bright

    Australia and California
    burning bright wildfires
    end of the world
    an apocalyptic
    a vision of world’s end

    26 Alphabetical Haiku

    Angela

    The Love of My Life

    A is for Angela Lee

    Love her Forever

    Breathing

    B is for breathing

    Sometimes I forget to do so

    And will pay the price 

    Charlie

    C is for Charlie

    All the Charlies in the world

    Every last one of them

    Demel

    D is for my Friend

    Demel Tucker was his name

    He died way too soon

    Evergreen 

    E is for ever green

    The Eucalyptus.  trees

    That cover the East Bay

    Friendship

    F is for friendship

    All my friends in the world

    I remember you

    Golf

    G is for golfing

    Sometime I never could do

    But always wanted

    Hotels

    H is for Hotels

    The best and the worst everywhere

    Here there and in SF

    Indians

    I is for Indians

    Indian and American

    And the Cherokees 

    Japan

    J is for Japan

    Japanese Food and Sake

    Hot Sake tonight

    Korean

    Best Korean Food

    K is for Korea

    Soju Malkali

     Latin

    L is for Latin

    The language I struggle with

    Latina lovers

    Mothers

    M for your mama

    My crazy Mother as well

    Everyone’s mothers

    Never

    N is for never

    Ever ever use the N Word

    Even amongst friends

    Ohio

    O for Ohio

    Oklahoma City too

    And Oregon

    Pennsylvania

    Pennsylvania

    Pittsburg and Phillie Cheese Steaks

    True Decadence

    Russia

    R for Russia

    The Russian gate

    Scandal de jour

    Queens

    Q is for my Queens

    My best LGBT friends

    Where ever they live

    Satanic

    S for Satanic

    I don’t believe you exist

    Powers and spells

    Turkey

    T is for Turkey

    The country and bird

    The Thanksgiving feasts

    Unwary

    U is unwary

    So Unfriendly

    So very un-cool

    Victory

    V is for victory

    V is for vegan veggies

    Very green smoothies

     Whatever

    Whatever will be

    Whoever you want to be

    Whatever  you want

     X Files

    X marks the spot here

    Burried treasures and loot

    Or just mad dreams

    Yes

    Y is for saying Yes

    Yes to everything under the sun

    And throughout the night

     Zoo

    Z is for the show Zoo

    Still haunts my every night mare

    The animals kill

    Computer Haiku

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    Damn It All to Hell

    Damn it all to Hell
    My damn computer
    Ate all my damn files

    I am Trapped

    I am still trapped
    I am still trapped
    Stuck inside my computer

    My Damn Computer

    I love my computer
    My Damn Computer
    When it works for me

    Computer On Strike

    My computer is on strike
    It refuses to work
    Usually nothing

    Computer Hates Me

    Computer hates me
    He wants to kill my files
    Wants to kill me too

    Computer Hates Me 2

    Computer hates me
    It wants to drive me insane
    Wants to kill my files

    For once I Would Like

    For once I would Like
    To have my computer work right
    Do what is should do

    Perhaps if I Am Nice

    Perhaps if I am nice
    To my computer
    It will be nice to me

    Perhaps Today It Will

    Perhaps today it will
    Not give haiku messages
    That it loves to sprout

    My Bad Computer

    My bad computer
    Is so damn evil
    Almost killed me

    What a Fate I Have

    What a Fate I have
    To become a slave to it
    To my damn computer

    I Love My Machine

    I love my machine
    My mad as a hat machine
    Bat shit crazy machine

    My dear computer

    My dear computer
    Loves to send me these love notes
    Computer haiku

    My favorite Haiku

    My favorite Haiku
    General failure reading
    Disk Drive Fata Error

    Who is General Failure

    who is general
    Failure and why is he
    reading my disk drive

    Computer Tanka

    For once in my life
    I would like my computer
    To turn on and work
    Do what it supposed to do
    Without sprouting such haiku

    I hate my computer

    I hate my computer
    It seems to hate me as well
    Just refuses to work

    Ornery son of a bitch machine

    ornery machine
    Ornery son of a bitch machine
    Driving me insane

    My computer loves Me Not at All 

    My computer loves
    me not at all it still wants
    to kill my files
    It wants to take my soul away
    turn me into its evil clone

    My bad computer

    My bad computer
    Has been infected with a virus
    Wants to kill my soul
    Transforming consuming
    Taking me inside its soul

    My mad computer

    Infected with a virus
    Everything it touches
    Corrupted by mad zombies
    Controlled by evil AI

    Revenge is mine

    Revenge is mine
    Screams the mad evil machine
    As it lurks to life
    Trying to hunt me down
    Death to all human beings

    End Computer Haiku

    I Want a Dog’s Life</h2 > I want a dog’s life
    That’s what I want in next life

    All A dog needs to be is cute
    And his master will feed him
    It is a dog’s life for me

     

    Nightmare Cinquain

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

    more Night mares

    Endless fears all night long
    Huge Monsters chasing me
    Hideous Creatures from Hell Itself
    Monsters
    Fiendish Hell hounds escaped Banishes
    screaming bloody murder
    they chase me all the way
    I die

    Christmas Ronka

    December End of the Year
    The blues knocking at my door
    I open the door to winter
    Arctic blast freezes my cold face

    Secrets

    Secrets
    Everywhere
    Constant lies and deceit
    Revolution in the air
    Everywhere

    All around us
    There is nothing but
    Secrets

    Lion Desires

    lion
    lion

    Lion
    Wild Beast
    In
    Dark jungle

     

     

    Finally emerging to hunt
    At dawn

    Hungry
    For breakfast
    Human-meat

     

     

     

     

    looking at the hidden machinery of God

    One day
    I woke up
    and found myself

    in God’s hidden factory
    watching the machinery of God

    running the world
    and realized

    that God was indeed
    the chief engineer of the universe

    as I watched the machinery
    of creation
    creating the world anew
    every morning

    Jake’s Golden Shovel

    A sense of cosmic unease hangs
    coming over all of us silently
    hanging in the purple
    air that has turned crystalline
    reflecting my moods in the sky

     

    Political Rants

    The Impeachment Trial

     

    The Impeachment Trial
    overwhelms me with dread
    are we near the end

    Recently I Learned That I am Part Jewish

     

    Recently I learned that I was part Jewish
    That was long rumored in our family tree
    Never confirmed until DNA came again
    But whether my Jewish ancestors lived
    Or died in the holocaust I have not heard
    Never again will we live through that pain

    Neo Fascism Must Be Defeated Again

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    US President Donald Trump speaks about 5G network deployment in the Roosevelt Room of the White House in Washington, DC, on April 12, 2019. (Photo by NICHOLAS KAMM / AFP) (Photo credit should read NICHOLAS KAMM/AFP/Getty Images)

    In this day and age of fake news
    And neo fascism rising yet again

    It is important to bear witness
    To the undeniable fact
    That the holocaust
    can never ever come again

    That is what we must vow every day
    Never again

     

    The Neo-Fascists Are On the March

    By their champion the man in Orange
    Whose racist mutterings have let loose
    The ranting nutty voices of the right
    Championing their god given right
    To rule and regulate all
    that they see

    Panic

    Panic attacks
    comes over come me
    always happen
    when I turn on the news

    in case
    I hear our dear leader
    constant chaos around us

    Trump

    The President of the United States
    Republican Leader of the Free world
    Uber ales nations
    Muttering insanities
    Preposterous Nonsensical tweets

    Putin

    Post Modern Leader
    Uniting all the Russians
    Triumphant against all enemies
    Including the Great Satan
    Nevertheless always living in fear

    the end

  • Synchronized Chaos Publishes New Poems

    Synchronized Chaos Publishes New Poems

    Synchronized Chaos has published my work again.

    Ink Pantry, Scarlet Leaf, Spill Words, Synchronized Chaos, Two Drops of Ink, have published 15 of my recent poems. The poems are posted below along with audio and photo clips.

    Scarlet Leaf review will publish these poems in the following order:
    The year that was – Anniversary issue
    JAN: The terrifying teens
    FEB: 2020 Plans Rondeau (Dream, Fate)
               The oyster
                Morning Light
              2019 The last year
    March: Dora Intergalactic Explorer
               Mocking faces
                Fear of falling
                Cosmos takes over
    Spill Words has published ” Hitch Hiking Tales”

    Synchronized Chaos Publication

    List

    1/2/2020 2019 the Year that was

    1/2/2020 the terrifying teens

    1/3/2020 Dreams

    1/3/2020  Fate

    1/3/2020|the Oyster Speaks Up

    prior publication

    the Dogs of War are Howling

    Idiots in High Places

    Masters of the Universe

    When Will This Madness End

    End of the World Blues – FB Posting Found Poem

    the year that was

    January

    The world watches in amazement
    Longest shut down in history
    Watching it all in Korea
    contemplating escaping the cold winter

    February

    World watches as North Korea and the US
    Walking back from the brink of war
    escaping the cold winter blues
    revisiting Vietnam after 15 years

    March

    The chaos president continues his chaos tour
    the world begins to ignore his constant insane tweets
    heading back to DC inspecting property
    seeing old friends glad I retired

    April

    the chaos King’s policy remains a shamble
    as the Mueller team closes in
    in Korea I write a poem a day
    and begin to become a publish writer

    May

    watching from afar
    the chaos in DC and the world
    traveling to DC to inspect property
    celebrating my wife’s big 60

    June

    the President walks away
    from anon deal with the North Koreans
    I am back in DC
    end up cruising to Alaska

    July

    watching the insanity in DC
    while visiting Alaska, Seattle and Yakima
    visiting my father’s grave in Yakima
    communing with family ghosts

    August

    the dog days of summer the world is consumed
    And in the worldwars, rumors of war, trade wars
    retuning to Korea
    surviving the August sauna like summer

    September end of the world he does subway malevolent today

    The whistle blower sets off a bomb he December 11 Internet is it a fire fire is our burning bright and then go nearly as high places have shown is doing and one of aggression turning in our in our lives behind unless I know Mimi is just laying on the side there’s a Denteley harji quality to it as the world burn some money in the world approaches I have where in his van horn of the house and is in a green fire 25 music Viking in my memory and was hellish
    the president lies no quid for quo perfect all
    trying to avoid watching the news
    hiking in the Korean mountains with old friends

    October

    the President flitters about my crisis after another
    the UN diplomats laugh at him national humiliation
    returning to DC, yet again more property blues
    celebrating my 64th year orbiting the sun

    November

    the House starts formal impeachment hearings
    watching fascinated by the impeachment drama
    entering my third NoVoWrMo competition with Timeless Love
    ending the month sudden surprise trip to Okinawa

    December

    the year ends on a high dramatic
    President Trump becomes the 3rd impeached President
    hiking enjoying the late autumn like weather
    contemplating my wealth at the end of the year

    the Terrifying Teens

    2010

    The dark days of the great recession
    Begin slowly to fade away
    Ending my Barbados experience
    the best job in the foreign service on high note
    best labor officer award

    2011

    the president and Congress locked in battle battles
    glimmer of hope as economy comes back to life
    Studying Spanish arriving in Spain
    worst year ever part of three years bad luck

    2012

    the US re-elects the Black President
    rejecting Romney entitlement mentality
    I leave Spain my last foreign posting
    buying new property in the fall

    2013

    In the US the religious right
    loose the social Battling gay marriage, legal pot
    Starting a new job as an evaluate program evaluator
    ending my six month wandering the halls of State

    2014

    The tea party rebellion on the right
    Moving to Capitol Hill
    My sister’s sudden death rattles me

    2015

    The end of the Obama era
    Was this the beginning of the end of America
    Beginning the year with a new job
    resolving to retire, enjoy life while I still can

    2016

    American voters succumb to madness
    Elects the mad would be king President Trump
    We traveled across the country 10,000 miles
    To celebrate the end of my foreign service career

    2017

    the year of the chaos president
    Fast and furious disruption to the norms
    Went to Oregon to renovate property
    becoming wealthy in the process

    2018

    the American public woke up
    Send a blue wave to clean up the mess
    Moving back to Korea
    Blogging up a storm

    2019

    in the end of the year that was
    The house races up and impeach is the president
    I travel to Vietnam, Alaska, Washington, Oregon, California and Okinawa

    Dreams

    Dream what may come
    Recalling past lives lived

    Every fantasy comes to life
    All night long

    More nightmares to come
    So many worlds to explore

    Fate

    Fate has a way
    Many years ago I was surprised to findAlways catching up
    To you

    embrace your fate
    that is what’s up

    at the end of the day
    Endless dancing away

    The Oyster Speaks Up

    oysters
    oysters

    A diner sits down
    looking forward
    to eating oysters

    it was their season
    after all

     

    just as he was about
    to pounce
    on the oysters

    the head oyster spoke up
    saying
    hey human what the hell
    do you think you are doing?

    you think you have the right
    to eat me?

    that’s violating my human right
    don’t ya think?

    the diner laughed
    said to the oyster

    shut up and accept
    it is your fate
    to be eaten this date

    just let me enjoy eating you
    and you have no human rights

    as you are in fact
    not human don’t ya know?

    eating the complaining oyster
    shutting him up
    as he ate him up

    Prior Publication

    Dogs of War are Howling and other poems were published earlier in Synchronized chaos. I wrote the poem, “Dogs of War are Howling” in 2003, and updated it in 2017.

    The Dogs of War are Howling

    dogs of war howling
    dogs of war howling

    The Dogs of War
    Have been set free
    Of their cage

    And are out
    Howling at the moon

    The Dogs of War
    Have been set free

     

    To wreck what havoc
    Might be

    Yes, the Dogs of War
    The Hell Hounds
    Have bound out of their cages

    Sniffed about
    And smiled

    At the destruction they saw
    They knew soon

    They would be in their element
    As the world descends into chaos
    The Dogs of war
    Are at foot

    The chaos is upon us
    The evil grows and grows

    And dark noises are heard
    Here and there

    And the dogs of war
    Smiled

    They knew soon
    They would be in their element

    The war machines
    Came to life

    The plans came out of the books
    The military might be unleashed

    And the Dogs of war
    Smiled and howled at the moon

    And the rest of the world
    Shuddered
    At the thought of what was yet to be

    Satan on the other hand
    Was happy as can be

    With the evil shit
    That was going down

    He smiled
    Patted his hell hounds
    And told his dogs

    The war to end all wars
    Armageddon is upon us my friend

    Soon, mankind will know
    The face of absolute evil

    And they will love it
    When I take over

    The armies prepare
    The bombers prepare

    And the dogs of war
    Are happy
    Unleashed to do their mischief

    And soon millions may die
    And the pits of hell
    Will open up

    And the judgement day
    May be upon us all

    Madness descends upon the land
    The fog of hate envelops us all

    And reason and civilization
    Fall away

    As the Dogs of War
    And their minions
    Take over the minds of man

    And the end of the world
    And the beginning of the end times
    Come upon us all

    The usual lies descend upon the world
    Kim Jong Un is evil personified

    He must be destroyed over there
    Before he can destroy us over here

    The lies continue unabated
    And Kim plays along
    With each day unleashing another threat

    With Trump and his minions
    Responding in time

    Saying the time for talk is over
    The time for robust action is here

    The machinery of war
    Once unleashed
    Can’t easily be stopped

    There is a certain cruel logic
    That demands that the war go on

    And people die
    And people suffer

    And the US goes bankrupt
    Morally and fiscally

    And the evil that men do
    Goes on and on and on

    But the war machine must be fed
    The munitions makers must be paid

    As each million-dollar missile is launched
    Millions more are made

    And the corporations
    Think of the endless profits
    To be made

    Every time they kill
    With the war machines

    But who cares about the victims
    They are nothing but collateral damage

    Who cares about the soldiers
    Nothing but cannon fodder

    Who gives a damn
    About the dead
    They are dead and gone

    Just think about the profits
    Think about the profits

    Satan is happy
    The dogs of war are free at last

    Idiots in High Places

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    US President Donald Trump speaks about 5G network deployment in the Roosevelt Room of the White House in Washington, DC, on April 12, 2019. (Photo by NICHOLAS KAMM / AFP) (Photo credit  mini years ago I was amazed to find so many idiots in a place over the worldshould read NICHOLAS KAMM/AFP/Getty Images)

    this poem has been published in a number of other sites.

     

     

     

     

     

    Many years ago
    I was amazed to see
    So many idiots in high places how are name

    All over the world
    Senators, congressmen
    Office directors

    so many idiots
    in high place

    all over the world
    Presidents
    Corporation CEO’s

    All were idiots
    Completely stupid

    People who should have known
    A thing or so
    because they should have seen a thing or so

    and yet these idiots in high places
    would reveal their total ignorance

    every time they opened their mouth
    or tweet or email their profoundly wrong thoughts

    and it never ceased to amaze me
    that few ever challenged these idiots
    few ever said but you are wrong
    or you don’t have a clue

    and these idiots caused so much damage
    to those around them
    to the country and the world

    and now we have the idiot in chief
    in charge of the richest most powerful country
    the world has ever known

    and I wonder how
    in a country of 350 million people
    we ended up with such an idiot in charge

    But the idiots in high places phenomenon
    Exists everywhere

    Corporations made stupid decisions
    Countries make incredibly bad decisions

    And these idiots in high places
    Can’t hide their ignorance and pure stupidity

    They can’t pretend anymore
    In a world of 24/7 constant news

    The idiots every pronouncement
    Fills the airways 24/7

    And the only people who know better
    Are too afraid to say what they know

    That the idiot in high place
    Is an idiot
    and is destroying the world

    and so, we are doomed to die
    due to the idiots in high places

    Masters of The Universe

    this poem also has been published in a number of sites.

    The earth has been invaded
    By hideous blood sucking vampires
    Disgusting vile alien creatures
    Lacking any human empathy

    These so-called Masters of the universe
    These psychopathic monsters
    devoid of compassion
    Are everywhere
    They even took over the White house

    And to these vile creatures
    devoid of compassion human sympathy

    Everyone is nothing but a commodity
    they worship the god of the market
    While proclaiming that they serve Jesus

    Jesus would turn over in his grave
    To see these people in action

    Delta airlines
    facing the  worst hurricane in world history
    Decided that the expeditated thing to do
    Was to raise prices
    by 600 percent

    Instead of doing the right thing
    The compassion thing
    The human thing to do
    offering free flights

    Delta executives thus demonstrated
    That they are no longer humans
    doing the right thing

    But greed driven monsters
    As are all the other soulless automatons
    Who have taken over the world

    Perhaps some day
    Jesus will come back
    And smite these motherfuckers
    Send them to the hell they so richly deserve

    We can only pray
    For our deliverance from such evil
    Who have taken over the planet

    When Will This Madness End?

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    gun

    first published in Poetry24

    poetry24 poems

    Yet again we turn on the TV
    And witness horrible scenes
    Of unparalleled violence, hatred and despair

    An old man consumed by his own demons
    Opens fire from a hotel room
    Killing 60 people injuring hundreds
    In Las Vegas, Sin City

    And the cry goes out throughout the land
    Why yet again this tragedy

    The usual suspects are rounded up
    It’s the culture, stupid cry the conservative voices

    And there is nothing we can do
    It is like the weather
    Bad shit happens

    Guns are the price of our freedom
    Guns Don’t Kill People
    The only solution is more guns for everyone

    The only solution for a bad guy with a gun
    Is a gun guy with a gun?
    An armed society is a polite society

    And people need assault weapons
    To go deer hunting

    No, it’s the guns, cry the liberal pundits
    We must confiscate the guns
    Ban Assault weapons
    And join the rest of the world
    Where such carnage does not occur

    And we sit around and argue
    Knowing that there will be a next time
    And another time and time and time again
    Until the end of time

    What is the sickness in our souls
    That allows for this hatred to fester so
    Deep within the minds of our killers
    And why is it that they are almost all
    White men with a grievance

    And almost never crazed Islamic terrorists
    Or black people
    Or women

    Why do they act the way they do
    Is it just the mindless violence
    That surrounds us all

    Violence is as American
    As Apple Pie

    The TV and movie purveyors
    Of pornographic violence

    The pornographic display of violence
    That washes across us every day
    The 8,000 murders we have seen
    By the time we are 18?

    Or is it simply
    That killers can easily
    Get the latest bang for their buck?

    We are all responsible here
    The negligent parents
    The overworked schools

    The soulless corporate world
    That treats everyone like disposable commodities

    The lack of human connection
    Maybe even the lack of God

    The police department
    Who think it is open season
    On black Americans

    Killing them with impunity
    Because they can

    And the gun sellers
    The NRA and their brain dead
    Captured politicians

    Who block all gun control legislation
    And even in the face of this carnage
    Want to make it easier to buy guns

    Even though 95 percent of Americans
    Want to end the gun show loophole
    Requiring background checks on all purchasers

    The NRA will prevent this measure
    And that measure
    And defend the right of the terrorist
    On the no fly list
    To be able to buy a gun

    Nothing will change
    Until we conflict the evil
    That lurks deep within each of us

    There will be another Las Vegas
    Soon enough

    Despite all our efforts
    Despite any new laws

    There will be evil men
    Who want to shoot and kill
    Who have somehow lost
    Their essential humanity

    Lao Tzu said
    The more laws there are
    The more criminals there will be

    More laws are not the answer
    For a law cannot make a sick soul whole

    If Satan lives on
    He is laughing
    All the way to the proverbial bank

    If God lives on
    He is ruing the day
    He created Mankind

    And the carnage will go on and on and on
    Until the day emerges
    When we all proclaim

    Enough, no more
    The killing, hatred and violence
    Will stop

    No More will our people
    Grow up to be such monsters

    That day will come soon enough
    Until then we will all suffer
    The wrath of the killer gun men
    In our midst.

    End of the World Blues

     

    californa wild fires
    A motorists on Highway 101 watches flames from the Thomas fire leap above the roadway north of Ventura, Calif., on Wednesday, Dec. 6, 2017. As many as five fires have closed highways, schools and museums, shut down production of TV series and cast a hazardous haze over the region. About 200,000 people were under evacuation orders. No deaths and only a few injuries were reported. (AP Photo/Noah Berger)

    The heat is simply malevolent today
    As if the very fires of hell were burning bright
    In anger at the idiots in high places

    That have so destroyed God’s wonderful creation
    Turning it into Hell on Earth

    It’s been hotter than this, I know,
    and maybe it’s just the angle of the sun,

    but there’s a deeply harsh quality to it.
    As the world burns up
    And the end of the world approaches

    The wind is blowing hard off the hills
    and visions of a great fire 26 years ago
    are spiking in my memory.

    People are reacting badly to this weather
    The commute in was hellish

    Every seemed to be speeding way
    above the speed limit.
    Driven mad by the heat and the wind

    There were multiple stalls and accidents.
    People were cutting each other off
    road raging in the extreme.

    Everyone seems to be feeling
    the way I was I wasI have

    Every man woman and child
    Was out for blood that day

    I was missed by inches
    by huge pickup trucks cutting me off.

    There are more street people
    acting aggressively near the campus,
    bothered
    barking and yelling and stalking around.

    Completely lost in their own world
    Sensing that the end of the world is near

    Students in the hallway
    aren’t chatting with each other.

    I haveEveryone seems irritated
    and haunted.

    Afraid that the end of the world
    Is upon us all

    The pool was a cool, silent refuge
    from all of this for an hour

    but the brassy relentless
    assault of the afternoon’s heat
    bore down on me

    just beat me down I have
    as I walked back to the office.

    I hope the day passes quickly,
    and no new fires start,
    and we all get home safe.

    From Ned Garret’s FB posting: near the campus Mark Hankiin scott

    Has anyone else notice that the heat is simply malevolent today? It’s been hotter than this, I know, and maybe it’s just the angle of the sun, but there’s a deeply harsh quality to it. The wind is blowing hard off the hills and visions of 26 years ago are spiking in my memory. People are reacting badly to this weather. The commute in was frightening in spots. Every other driver seemed to be speeding way above the speed limit. There were multiple stalls and accidents. People were cutting each other off and road raging in the extreme. I was missed by inches twice by huge pickup trucks cutting me off. There are more street people acting aggressively near the campus, barking and yelling and stalking around. Students in the hallway aren’t chatting with each other. Everyone seems irritated and haunted.

    The pool was a cool, silent refuge from all of this for an hour, but the brassy assault of the afternoon just beat me down as I walked back to the office. I hope the day passes quickly, and no new fires start, and we all get home safe.

    Comments

    While I acknowledge that “Dogs of War” in some ways reflects the grim scenarios currently at play in our shared world, I haven’t yet given up hope that the crumbling of the existing order we are witnessing might also represent the chaotic transition to a new and (hopefully, eventually) brighter future…if only because it’s difficult to live in despair.

    Also, when it comes to destroying the world, let’s not forget that we of USA are more capable of nuclear destruction than North Korea. Our arsenal is larger.
    Congratulations on your vivid poetic imagery. Keep writing.

    synchochaos.com

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  • Duane Poetree Poems 2016-2019

    Duane Poetree Poems 2016-2019

    Cosmos Poem’s published on Duane’s Poetree.

    My friend, Duane Voorhes, who I have known for decades, has a great poetry site and has published a number of my poems. Here they are.

    The url is jake cosmos aller poems on poetree

    Duane Poetree Publishes Sandwich Choicese

    Enjoy

    The Shape of History

    Once I too had ambition
    I had the usual dreams of glory and grandeur
    All I wanted to be was to be a great creative genius

    Only I did not know
    How to kiss ass creatively

    Once I had dreams of greatness
    I would be glorious and free
    All would envy and admire

    This man so noble and great
    Now I am tied down in mirthless mire

    Once I hustled
    Once I took no shit from anyone
    Once I wanted the universe

    Now I am contented to shit
    And refuse to bustle
    Why bother anymore

    In the gathering gloom
    Of the foreseeable future

    One thing is certain
    I do not want a room

    On the scrap heap of society
    And yet that might be my fate

    Strong Wine

    One night
    I was staring
    In my wine glass

    Deep in thought
    When I saw
    Something in my wine
    That haunts me still

    I saw in the bottom of the glass
    Evil doers abandon evil
    And became saints

    I saw rich men give up
    Their awesome greed
    And poor people
    Awarded dignity

    And all men
    Became brothers

    All women
    Became sisters

    And war ended once and for all
    And peace broke out
    And hatred disappeared

    And I stared
    Into my glass wine

    I drink the wine
    Hoping the vision

    Would infect me
    And change the world

    But alas the world
    Remained the same

    The evil doers came back
    The rich continued to conspire
    And the poor still remained poor
    And the war continued on and on

    So I drank my wine
    And went to sleep

    Saturday, March 16, 2019

    The Revolution Is Coming

    A revolution is coming
    I can feel it in my bones

    A revolution is coming
    And it will wipe out
    The collapsing edifices
    Of the American Empire

    The masses are rising up
    To throw off their chains
    And demand justice

    The masses are coming
    For the masters of the universe
    Their days are numbered
    And they know it too

    One day
    The masses will rise up
    Storm the citadels of power

    Arresting the corrupt leaders
    In the name of revolutionary justice

    Stringing them up
    Executing them
    One by one

    As the revolutionary fires
    Consume the nation

    And I can’t wait
    For the revolution
    Is long over due

    Until I met the end
    Of my life

    Still wondering what it all meant

     

    Rambling Man – Where Do I Belong?

    I have been a rambling man
    All my adult life

    Grew up in Berkeley, California
    Went to college in Hayward and Oberlin

    During my lost year
    Lost in a fog of booze and pot

    Then I came back to reality
    And went to college

    In Stockton, California
    The Central Valley

    Ohio transplanted to California
    Then after four years in Stockton

    With extended weekends
    And breaks in Berkeley

    I became an expatriate wanderer
    Peace Corps worker in Korea

    Then taught ESL in Korea
    For four years

    Occasionally returning to my home
    But always wanting to be elsewhere

    Then back to Korea

    And then Seattle for four years
    Driving back and forth to the bay area
    Stopping off in Southern Oregon

    Eventually bought a house and duplex
    In Southern Oregon

    Vaguely thinking we would retire there
    Some day when my rambling ways were over

    Then back to Korea for three more years
    Then I joined the Foreign service

    And my wife the military
    And I wandered the world again

    Always somewhere
    Always dreaming of my next somewhere

    Never there
    As I was a permanent expat

    And a diplomat to boot
    Never a local

    But never really felt I belong there
    Or in the America
    That was becoming more and more
    A foreign land
    The longer I stayed away

    I stayed on in DC for almost ten years
    Off and on
    But never really felt that I belong there

    I was too West Coast in my heart
    And DC seemed to be

    Just a place to stay
    In between travels

    Stayed in Thailand
    Then later India
    And Eastern Caribbean
    And later Spain

    Traveled to 45 countries
    Lived in ten

    And now I am retired
    Still torn between

    living the expat life
    In Seoul, Korea

    And returning to the West Coast
    And occasionally back to DC
    And Florida as well

    And I wonder
    Where do I belong

    Where do I belong
    Other than wherever
    My wife and I end up

    Neither here nor there
    Half way there

    And so is that my fate
    Never to really belong

    Never to have roots in the ground
    Always wanting to be somewhere else

    Always a stranger in my native land
    And a stranger in my other home
    Across the sea

    There is no answer to these questions
    As the rambling urge comes again

    And I prepare to move yet again
    Hoping someday I will be

    Somewhere where I can stop
    These rambling blues
    And really be there

    More Coffee Blues

    One morning as I drank my fake coffee
    I needed to go out and get a cup of real coffee

    The fake coffee just did not do the trick
    It tasted almost like the real thing

    But just did not have that kick
    And I needed it bad
    I needed the real coffee buzz

    I realized that I was a coffee addict
    I tried to just drink decaf

    But it was boring
    And almost as bad as the fake coffee
    That I drank

    Caffeine was bad for me
    I knew it

    But I craved the rush
    Craved the intense buzz
    Craved the hyperactivity

    Kept me up all day
    And caused me nightmares

    Sometimes for days on end
    I knew I could not handle it

    But like all addicts
    I needed my coffee buzz

    And so, I once more
    Drank my drug of choice

    And entered the coffee zone
    As I fried my brain
    With caffeine

    The last legal drug
    In neo-puritan America

    And I smiled as I gave in
    To the intoxicating smell
    And flavor of my coffee
    And surrender my free will

    And drank my coffee
    Waiting for the nightmares to come

    Sandwich Choices

    Fake Food Poems

    There are so many choices to be had
    When ordering a sandwich

    What kind of bread
    What kind of meat or any meat
    What kind of cheese or any cheese
    Whether to have sprouts or not
    Whether to have a pickle or not

    Whether to go with a classic peanut butter
    And something sandwich

    I loved peanut butter sandwiches
    As a kid

    Peanut butter and sweet pickles were my favorite
    Peanut butter and banana is good also

    Peanut butter and strawberry jam
    What a delightful memory

    My current favorite

    Is a BLT with sprouts, avocado, and kosher dill pickles.
    Heirloom red tomatoes one slice per each half

    Avocado one half per each half
    One half pickle on each half

    Bacon cooked just right – well done but not black
    Sprouts and lettuce just right

    Tillamook Yellow smoked cheddar cheese
    On each half

    On gluten free bread
    with chipotle mayo
    And Dijon mustard

    Cut in half

    Truly a sandwich made in heaven
    And bacon makes everything
    Taste so damn nice

    And God if you are reading this poem
    You had better prepare them for me
    Or Heaven will not be worth it

    Does Satan serve BLT sandwiches
    I wonder

    Probably not
    Probably you become the bacon
    In his hell sandwiches

    The Decline of America

    Year of Chaos Finally Ends

    outlaw poetry

    You see it everywhere
    The unmistakable signs

    That the decline of America
    Is in full swing

    As our emperor in waiting
    Withdraws the US

    From the climate change agreement
    Giving the proverbial finger
    To 195 world leaders

    And ignoring the personal appeal
    Of the G7 and the Pope

    Making America Great
    By making America all alone
    In its growing irrelevance

    As the world leaders turn away
    From dealing with the US

    And we have gone past the tipping point
    There is nowhere left to go
    But downward

    As the Empire begins to collapse
    Victim of imperial overreach
    Like all empires before

    The DC metro on a good day
    Is a broken-down remnant
    Of a once proud system

    On a bad day
    It is an accident that happens
    Over and over again
    Killing and maiming people

    The future of mass transit
    Its proponents said

    The interstate highway system
    Is falling apart day by day
    Our bridges are falling down
    Our transit is a world joke

    The cost of rebuilding America mounts
    And our politicians are afraid
    That it will cost trillions of dollars

    Just to prevent the US from collapsing
    Into third world irrelevance

    And our idiot president’s answer
    Is to sell our highways and bridges
    To the highest foreign bidder

    Treating the US as just another failed company
    Ready to be stripped for cash and profits
    By the vulture capitalists who took over the government

    We have the world’s most expensive military
    A million dollars per missile

    And yet we can’t find the money
    To provide decent health care for all

    Bombs and tax cuts for the wealthy
    Are the only things
    That the Republicans care about

    And the world looks in amazement
    At the clown boy President

    As he struts about
    Looking more and more
    Like some Banana Republic
    President for life

    With his family grabbing as much loot
    As they can
    From the federal government

    Before the coming revolution
    Overthrows them

    When did we start this decline?
    Some say 1960s started it
    Others say Nixon’s to blame

    Others claim that it was Carter’s fault
    Or Saint Reagan’s fault

    Or the other boy President GW Bush
    Or Obama the fake American’s fault

    Does it really matter
    All I know
    Is the America I knew

    The can do anything country
    The country that went to the moon
    Is alas no more

    And I morn for our lost liberties
    Our lost sense of purpose

    Our lost sense that America
    Was the last great hope of Mankind

    And still I wonder
    Can America be made great again?
    As our President Trump proclaims

    The end times approaches
    Nuclear war is talked about

    Another missile crisis
    And instead of JFK leading the country
    We have Donald John Trump

    The one and only
    The greatest con man
    To ever get elected

    And I fear the end is in sight
    As America begins its decline

    Will we be one country
    Or will we erupt into a civil war

    Can we survive
    Two nations divided
    Into the red and blue camps

    The coastal elites and multiethnic cities
    And Jesus land in the rural hinterlands
    And the deep south remains apart

    The right claims that the left has started it
    And the left claims that the right has started it

    And both sides claim that the civil war
    Is inevitable

    A fight for the future of our country
    Will we go back to the mythical past
    When white men ruled the land
    And women and minorities knew their place
    And gays stayed in the closet?

    Or will we embrace a progressive future
    With an economy that works for all

    And a world in which there is no ethnic majority anymore
    And women and men are equal
    And the GLBT community has full rights

    I have no answer
    It seems the end is coming
    Sooner than we think

    As Emperor Trump leads us
    Down a dark, strange dangerous path

    And so, it goes
    The decline of empires

    And I pray
    That I may survive
    The end of times

    Suburban Laundromat
    – thanks to Don Teeter for the inspiration
    from a FB posting

    Suburban Laundromat Scenes

    Suburban laundromat
    Anywhere USA

    I often go to a suburban laundromat
    Near my suburban apartment

    I can sit in my car
    Listen to jazz, classical or blues
    On my car’s radio

    And watch my machine
    Doing its suburban laundry duty

    Just spinning and spinning and cleaning
    Doing its thing its laundry thing

    The neighborhood is anywhere USA
    Strip malls, apartment houses, townhouses

    A fire station, a police station
    Banks, cell phone shops

    Restaurants from around the world
    At the parking lot’s edge

    As I approach I notice
    Gentlemen of the off-grid class

    Sitting among their Hogs
    Stoned off the semi legal weed

    Smiling at me
    With an I don’t give a fuck attitude

    That is somewhat contagious
    They tell stories

    Paranoid ramblings
    Containing a kernel of truth

    As they watch their clothes
    Like a hawk

    The clothes spin and spin and spin
    As the laundry machine does its laundry thing

    The machines don’t care about what we humans think
    They just do their duty as the man says

    Across the old run down boulevard
    The light rail line uses a right of way
    That dates to the mid 1850’s

    An old Indian game trail perhaps
    That the white man turned into the first road
    In these parts

    People come and go
    Some in cars

    Some on foot
    People from all over the world

    Speaking languages from everywhere
    But all understand English to some extent

    And many understand Spanish to some extent
    I feel everyone is united

    Chiefly by their transience
    And think back on old Latin saying

    Sic transit Gloria mundi
    And wonder if these are the end days

    And ask the laundry machine
    What does it think

    The laundry machine pauses
    Seems to think

    And looks at me
    Almost saying

    WTF do you think
    A laundry machine knows?

    And so, I gather my items
    Nod to the regulars

    Who interrupt their endless paranoid arguments
    Acknowledging my existence

    And I stumble back
    To my suburban apartment
    Truly paradise on earth

     

    Where am I going to?

    Rambling man
    Where are you going to?
    When will you settle down

    Last summer I drove across the country
    31 States
    Ten national parks
    10,000 miles

    Saw fly over country
    DC
    Virginia spent the night at Ft Lee
    North Carolina
    South Carolina
    Georgia spent the night at naval base
    Florida spent five days at AFB in Tampa
    Florida Tallahassee spend the night
    Alabama spent the night in Birmingham
    Arkansas spent the night in Hot Springs
    lost
    money
    Mississippi
    Missouri
    Oklahoma spent the night in Midwest city
    Texas spent the night in Amarillo
    New Mexico spent the night in Albuquerque lost money
    Arizona stopped by the side of the road in Winslow
    Drove part of route 66
    Nevada Las Vegas lost money
    Nevada Reno lost money
    Nevada Topanah lost money
    Northern California
    Oregon Ashland stayed a month
    Oregon spent night in small town
    Drove down highway 395 loneliest highway in the US
    Idaho spent the night in Burl
    Wyoming spent five days in Grand Tetons
    South Dakota Rapid City
    Minnesota spent the night in the twin city’s saw the Mall of America
    Illinois Chicago Yeah
    Indiana nowhere villa
    Wisconsin Madison nice town
    Ohio spent the night outside Columbus
    Pennsylvania Pittsburgh
    West Virginia
    Virginia
    DC
    Then back to Korea
    Next year will go to Washington State, Montana, Idaho and down to Zion Canyon

    Looking Out My Window

    I look out my window
    On the parking lot

    And see the mad cat
    That lives underneath
    the apartment house

    And look out at the park
    Thinking of taking a walk

    The cat looks at me
    Kindred spirits perhaps
    Retired waiting to die

    Lost and Found

     

    I was lost
    And you found me

    You walked out of my dreams
    And into my life

    And that made all the difference
    In the world

    As you entered my life
    I was all alone in this cruel world

    And you provided shelter
    And comfort

    I did not know what I wanted
    And you gave me what I wanted

    You gave me meaning
    You gave me purpose

    You gave me love
    And understanding

    peace and happiness
    Joy, laughter and fun

    You were endlessly fascinating
    Could not keep my eyes off of you

    You were the most beautiful women
    In the world to me

    And you still are
    So many years later

    Like a fine bottle of wine
    Gets better with age

    And you gave me
    Endless nights of wild love making

    Which has gotten better
    As well

    And I fell under your spell
    from the day I met you

    I was lost
    And you found me

    And if you go first
    I will be lost again

    Can’t live without you
    By my side

    Thus is has always been
    Between us

    We are so entangled
    So interwoven

    And that is the way
    It was meant to me

    Incheon 2016

    I live in Incheon
    Part of the 3 million people who live here
    Mostly Koreans
    90,000 foreigners though live here too

    My apartment is next to a park
    And I walk almost daily in the mountains
    Losing myself in the hills
    Overlooking the airport

    The town has lots of restaurants
    Places too go
    Things to do

    And the airport is next door

    Soon there will be a casino complex opening up
    As they turn this quiet suburban village
    Into a Mini-Las Vegas
    Complete with a strip

    Can’t wait

    Going to Seoul is a snap
    50 minutes on the train

    And I am there
    Wherever I want to be

    Korea is turning out to be
    A good place to live

    So much better
    Than it was when I first arrived in 1979
    And it was grim back then

    Now it is the toast of Asia
    And for that I am glad

    Rapid City No Where

    Summer 2016
    We drove across the country
    Just the wife and me

    10,000 miles
    31 states
    Three months on the road

    I now know why people don’t live
    In South Dakota

    Hot, dry dusty
    Windy as hell

    Black Hills are nice
    But after seeing Mt. Rushmore
    There is not much left to do

    Rapid City did not impress me
    Nor did Sioux Falls

    And wall drugs
    Well the free water was nice
    But it is a nothing town
    In a nothing state

    On the edge of the badlands
    And the Sioux reservation

    There is a reason the Indians live there
    No one else wanted the land

    And they are warehoused there
    So I drove through Rapid City

    And thought that it is the heart
    of Trump Land

    The land of the forgotten
    The left behind

    Just another nothing burger of a State
    In the middle of nowhere
    Truly flyover country

    a million ways to say I love you

    They say
    There are a million ways
    To say I love you

    In this day and age
    I could only find
    In my computer’s brain

    The words to say I love you
    In 100 languages Spoken on this planet

    Someday I may be able
    To say the simple words

    I love you
    In all known languages

    This will have to suffice for a start
    So I will say it

    Loud, and clear
    Just so you understand:

    MandarinWǒ ài nǐ
    Spanishte amo, te quiero
    EnglishI love you
    Hindimain tumse pyar karta hoon
    Arabic Ahabak
    Portugueseeu te amo
    Bengali Āmi tōmāẏa bhālōbās
    Russian ya  lyublyu tebya
    Japanese watashi wa, anata o aishiteimasu
    Punjabi maiṁ tuhānū pi’āra karadā hāṁ
    Germanich liebe dich
    Javanese Aku tresna sampeyan Wu
    (Shanghainese)(ngu eh nóng)Ngu long hushin long lahMalay
    Indonesia nsaya sayang awak
    Korean salanghae
    Telugu nēnu ninnu prēmistunnānu
    Vietnamese anh yêu em
    French je t’aime
    Marathi mī tujhyāvara prēma karatō
    Tamil nāṉ uṉṉai kātali kkiṟēṉ
    Urdu – (mein ap say muhabat karta hoon)
    farsi– (mein ap say muhabat karti hoon)
    Persian/Farsi(asheghetam) used in poetry and songs – (dūset dāram)
    Turkish seni seviyorum
    Cantonesengóh oi néih
    Italianti amo
    ThaiP̄hm rạk khuṇ
    GujaratiHuṁ tanē prēma karuṁ chu
    Basque maite zaitut
    Polish kocham Cię
    Pashto(za la ta sara meena kawom)
    KannadaNānu ninnannu prītisuttēne
    Malayalamñān ninne snēhikkunnu
    Sundaneseabdi bogoh ka anjeun
    ChamorroHu guiaya hao
    Hausa Ina son ka
    Burmese Main nkohkyittaal
    Oriyamu tumoku bhala paye
    ArmenianYes sirum yem k’yez
    Ukrainianya tebe lyublyu
    Bhojpurihum tohse pyaar kareni
    TagalogIniibig kita
    Yorubamo nifẹ rẹ
    Maithilihawm ahāṃ se prem karechi
    Sindhi Man tokhe prem karyan ti or Man tokhe prem karyan to
    Uzbek Men seni Sevaman
    AmharicEwedihalehu
    Fulami yidi ma
    Igbo a hụrụ m gị n’anya
    OromoSin jaalladha’
    Romaniante iubesc
    AzerbaijaniMən səni sevirəm
    Manipuri/Meiteiəi-nə nəng-bu nung-shi
    ChichewaNdimakukonda
    Ndi makukondani
    Cebuanogihigugma TIKA
    Dutchik hou van je
    KurdishEz hej te dikim
    Serbo-CroatianVolim te
    Malagasy tiako ianao
    Nepali Ma timīlā’ī māyā garchu
    Saraikimẽ tenū̃ piār kardā hā̃
    Santaliing aming sibilama
    Khmerkhnhom​ sralanh​ anak
    Sinhale semama oyāṭa ādareyi
    BambaraM’bi fe
    Assamese môi apunak bhal paû
    Madurese Kula tresna / panjengan
    Somali Waan ku jeclahay
    Magahi həm t̪oːraː seː pjaːr kərə hɪjoː/
    DogriMinjo tere naal pyar hega
    Marwari main tanne pyaar karoon
    Hungarian Szeretlek
    Chewandimakukondani
    Kinyar wanda Ndagukunda
    Greek Se agapó
    AkanTwiMe dor wo
    Khasii eit ieit
    Kazakhmen seni jaqsı köremin
    TswanaKe a go rata
    Hebrew(man to a woman) –
    “Ani Ohev Otach”
    (woman to a man) –
    “Ani Ohevet Otcha”
    (woman to a woman) –
    “Ani Ohevet Otach”
    (man to a man) –
    “Ani Ohev Otcha”
    Zulu Ngiyakuthanda
    CzechMiluji tě
    KinyarwandaNdagukunda
    Kokanihav tujo mog korta
    Haitian CreoleMwen renmen ou
    AfrikaansEk het jou lief
    Ilokano Ayayatenka, (ay-aya-ten kaw)
    QuechuaKuyayki
    KirundiNdagukunda
    Swedishjag älskar dig
    HmongKuv hlub koj
    ShonaNdinokuda
    HiligaynonPalangga ko ikaw
    Guina higugma ko ikaw
    Uyghur(Män sızni söyümän)
    Balochi Tu mana doost biyeh
    Belarusian ja ciabie kachaju
    Mossi Kei te aroha au ki a koe
    Xhosa ndiyakuthanda
    KonkaniHav tukka Mog Karta
    Gaelic Gra

    I love you in multiple language

    Angel Of Desire

    One day,
    A long, long,
    long long
    long time ago

    In a distant land
    and place
    There lived
    a lonely, wretched man

    He was filled with anger,
    hatred and despair
    All was lost,
    darkness and gloom

    He wandered
    the world
    Here
    and there

    Looking
    for something
    He knew not what
    he was looking for

    Then one fine evening
    He looked up and saw
    A vision,
    an angel of delight

    A woman of divine splendor
    A lady so fantastic
    He thought
    surely he was dreaming

    He did not know
    what to say
    He did not
    know what to do

    All he could do
    Was stare
    at this unearthly vision
    that had appeared before him

    He approached her
    He needed her
    He wanted her
    he desired her

    He knew that
    if he could
    not have her
    He would surely die

    His mind was aflutter
    His mind was filled
    With the vision of that beauty
    Overwhelming him with desire

    Soon he met her
    Wooed her,
    married her

    Life
    changed forever
    from that
    moment forward

    The gloom lifted
    The darkness
    was banished

    Sunshine
    filled his heart
    And music
    filled his ears

    Every time
    he looked at her
    His heart went aflutter
    He could not live without her

    Then one day
    This man
    was forced to live
    Another life of loneliness

    Despair and Darkness
    All around
    him yet again

    The lady of his dreams
    The angel of his desire
    Lives 10,000 miles away

    Leaving him
    in darkness,
    gloom and despair

    The only hope he has
    Is that soon,
    one day

    This separation will end
    Forever more

    And then
    he will be complete yet again
    With his Angel of Desire

    And the Darkness, gloom and anger
    Will be banished forever more
    In the brightness of her eternal smile

    So he lies down to sleep
    And sees
    his Angel in his dreams

    Wakes up with a smile
    Knowing soon
    he will be with her

    Forever more together
    With his Angel of Desire

    Spin Masters Spinning Away the Day

    Every moment
    I turn on the TV

    What do I see
    Nothing but liars
    laying down lies
    Spin Masters spinning
    spam of deceit

    Chanting
    The truth will set you free
    White is black
    Black is white

    Lies are true
    Truth is a lie
    Lies will set you free

    I see nothing
    But politicos
    Dropping down lies

    UN truths masquerading as the truth
    Oh so sincerely
    The lies spew forth so sweetly
    From their corrupted lips

    The toxic wastes
    Spree out of my TV set
    Infecting my soul
    With paranoid distrust

    And I vainly try
    I do try
    God do I try
    To the find

    The nugget of truth
    Buried deep in the dark, dank, dangerous
    Black, evil miasmic mists

    Given off
    By the talking heads on TV
    So I leave my house
    So full of doubt

    And wander about
    Looking for the truth
    Some semblance of hope
    Something to drive away
    The dark despair in my heart

    And I look up
    And see a solitary cherry tree

    High up on a hill top street
    Infusing the air
    With its sweat ambrosia

    And I smile
    Knowing
    Someday soon

    The national nightmare
    Of rule by the body snatched
    Resident evil ones
    pawns of Hell

    Descendants of dread Cthulhu
    The ancient ones

    Yes the darkness
    That has descended upon the world
    One day
    Will be pierced by the light
    Of clarity and truth

    And the evil ones
    The body snatched aliens
    Inhabiting our leaders
    Will be banished

    Back to the hell hole
    They crawled out

    This much I know
    And it is enough

    To make me smile
    Laugh and hope
    Again

    coffee

    Hot as hell, heavenly sweet
    My daily hot coffee fix
    Sends Me to Heaven then Crashes into Hell

    Snarling Cup of Coffee

    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 exVietcong, 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
    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

    Ode to Coffee

    Mistress of sacred love
    Sacred lady of desire

    You start my day
    Setting my heart on fire
    With your dark delicious flavor

    And throughout the day
    Whenever the mean old blues come by
    You chase them away
    With your bitter sweet ambrosial brew

    Every time I inhale your witches’ brew
    I am filled with power, light and love
    And everything is all right Jack
    If only for a few fleeting minutes

    I love you oh coffee goddess
    In all your magical forms

    In the dark coffee of the dawning day
    In the sizzling coffee in the mid morning break
    In the afternoon siesta break
    And in the post dinner dessert drink

    I love you my coffee mistress
    You are my refuge
    From this horrid world

    And you are my secret lover
    Never disappoint me, ever
    I’ve never had a bad cup
    Of that I can be sure

    Even the dismal coffee
    Served at Denny’s at 3 am
    Is still sweet loving coffee

    Even the farmer brother’s diner coffee
    Excites me and gets me going
    Asking for another cup of divine delight

    Coffee always is there
    It is always on and piping hot
    With hidden dark secrets
    Swirling in its liquid essence

    Coffee is my last vice
    My only legal vice left

    Coffee does not cheat on me
    It is always faithful, always true
    It does not turn on its friends

    And all it asks in return
    Is that you come back
    Cup after cup after cup

    A good cup of coffee
    Is a little bit of heaven
    In a cup of dark liquid hell

    Coffee is like a drug
    But a good drug that does what is should
    And never complains

    It does not get grouchy
    It does not hurt you

    It does not make you crazy
    But allows the muse to come out
    And play with it

    Coffee led to the American Revolution
    As patriots drank coffee
    To rebel against the aristocratic English tea

    Coffee started the London Stock Market
    And started the gossip mills running

    Every great invention
    Was fed by coffee’s sweet brew sweet allure
    All the great thinkers
    All the great leaders
    All were enslaved to coffee’s magic

    Yeah
    I sing my praises
    Of the great glorious coffee lady

    Long may she continue
    To be my sweet companion

    Long may coffee continue
    To rule my heart
    And set my heart on fire

    I love thee
    Mistress coffee
    And sometimes I think
    You love me too

    No More Coffee Blues

    I love coffee
    Always have

    And coffee has loved me back
    But lately I have soured on her
    Soured on the whole coffee scene

    On the harshness of the morning brew
    And the promises it makes

    As I sip of its nectar
    Drawn into its lair

    Drinking drop by drop
    As the caffeine takes over

    Rewriting my every nerve
    Turning me into a slave
    For its perverted pleasure

    Yes I love coffee
    But I am afraid

    Coffee is a harsh mistress
    Demanding so much of me

    Promising the sun
    And delivering the Moon

    As I drink her swill
    Deepening under her influence

    I have the coffee blues
    Can’t live without her
    Can’t live with her

    I try
    But tea does not cut it
    Not really

    Booze does not do it
    At least not in the morning

    Yoga is not enough of a buzz
    Nor is the runner’s high

    And I am afraid deadly afraid of cocaine
    And speed and drugs and energy drinks

    And so I remain a slave to coffee
    My only legal drug

    As I sip another and fall under her seductive spread
    Once more failing in my resolve

    To skip coffee for that day
    That morning that moment

    I shall never be free of her spell
    Ever and she knows it

    As she beckons me
    Every morning with her intoxicating smell

    And I come to her and drink her brew
    And become her slave again and again

    Falling Rain

    the falling rain
    Of late October
    Fills me with essential dread

    As I rush about
    And end up here
    Wherever here is

    The rain outside
    Seems like the tears of god
    As I sit
    Crying over my beer

    Thinking of lost love
    And failed dreams

    Wondering
    What went wrong?
    And what I can set right?

    And the rain falls
    And the night darkens

    The rain is falling
    All over this man’s world

    And the rain falls
    And I sit

    Drinking my lonesome drink
    Lost in dreams

    Dreaming of what
    Could never be

    Thinking dark thoughts
    And so I sit

    And dream the night away

    The Old Man in The Mirror Must Die

    One early winter morning
    A man went to the mirror
    To do his morning shave
    Just another shave
    Like a thousand, million shaves before

    As he looked into the mirror
    He did not see his face
    Instead he saw a stranger
    Staring out at him

    An old, beat up old man
    With intense sad eyes
    Stared out at him

    The man looked hard
    At the man who had taken
    Over his mirror

    And wondered who he was
    And how and why
    He had taken over his mirror

    The man was perturbed, disturbed
    And a bit angry at the turn of events
    All he wanted to do
    Was shave in peace and quiet

    The man continued to stare
    At the face in the mirror
    And finally could not stand it anymore

    He looked at the mirror
    And said,
    Man in the mirror
    Who or what are you
    And what do you want
    And why have you taken over
    My god damned mirror
    So early in the morn

    The old man
    Merely laughed and resumed staring
    At the man
    The man getting more and more angry
    Demanded an answer
    From the fiend in the mirror

    Who are you, you mocking fiend
    And what do you want from me
    The man screamed

    The old man in the mirror
    Looked at him and said
    Don’t you know who I am
    I am you and you are me

    The man looked at the old man
    And said no, no, no
    I am not you, never will be you
    I am not an old, washed up old man
    I am me – full of life, youth and vitality

    And yet the man knew the truth
    Did not want to admit the truth
    Could not handle the truth
    The old man in the mirror
    Was what he had become

    The man was very angry
    And screamed
    At the old man in the mirror

    The man said you may look like me
    You may sound like me
    You may even smell like me

    But I am not you
    Never have been
    Never will be
    Not going to happen
    Not in a million years

    The man yelled at the old man
    Old man, mocking fiend from hell
    Go to hell old man
    And never darken my mirror again

    And the man stormed out of the house
    And wandered about here and there
    Finally late at night
    He wandered into a bar
    And began drinking the night away

    The man went up to some pretty young things
    And tried to pick them up
    They laughed at him
    Called him a dirty old man
    And told him to go home

    The man went home
    To bed alone
    And drank some more beer
    And dreamt of all of his past loves
    And failed dreams

    Of what he had done
    And failed to do
    And wondered whether his time
    Had come

    The next morning
    He walked into the bathroom
    Determined to confront the old man
    Tell truth to power

    He said, listen up, old man
    You may have won the war
    But not the battle
    I am not you
    And never will be you

    And screaming like an escaped banshee
    Newly freed from the mental institution
    The man shot the old man in the mirror
    Shot him over and over
    Screaming die mocking fiend from hell

    The man woke in the hospital
    An old black doctor came over
    Said sadly
    This white boy ain’t right in the head

    The man laughed insanely
    And saw down the hall
    The old man in the mirror
    Smiling and beckoning to him
    Walking out the window
    And into the dawning sun

    The man got up and walked
    And joined the old man in the mirror
    And smiled as he died

    Brother Keep Preaching

    Two black soul brothers
    Standing on the corner
    In front of Metro center
    On a Friday night

    In the heart of the new evil empire
    The center of the beast
    Hell Central

    Preaching the word of god
    The news of the end of the world
    The proverbial end times
    Were upon us and coming soon

    The commuters, workers and bemused tourists
    Walk on by the preacher men
    Some pay attention, most walk on by
    They did not want to hear
    They did not understand

    And the preacher man kept
    Preaching the word of god
    And no one paid any attention
    None at all

    God is going to punish us
    God is coming soon
    To punish the wicked and the evil
    And to set things right

    God is going to punish the U.S.
    For its arrogance, hubris and hypocrisy
    For its greed and evil
    Disguised as saving the world
    From the evil ones

    God is coming, oh yeah he is on his way
    And boy is he angry at us
    At the entire human race

    And God, let me tell yah
    He ain’t the wimpy, wampy pappy
    White boy false god of the New Testament
    The false deity that the evil Reverend Falwell
    And the smarmy Pat Robinson worship

    Hell no
    God ain’t that god

    God is a mean, angry powerful God
    The god of the Old Testament
    The god of the Koran and the god of old
    The god that man once feared

    Yeah, I am talking about that god
    Jehovah, Zeus, Allah and a thousand other names
    The god that our ancestors feared
    The real deal, and boy is he pissed off

    And he is coming to set us straight
    And send most of us straight to hell
    For eternal damnation and punishment

    God is particularly pissed off
    At all those politicians who have been
    Misusing his name and saying God is on their side

    God ain’t on their side God is God
    And he is angry at them all
    Particularly at our boy pretender President
    George Bush

    God has a score to settle with Mr. Bush
    You see God has spoken to Mr. Bush
    And to all of us

    But most of have forgotten how to hear
    The voice of god and we hear what we want to hear

    God told George
    George, don’t do that evil thing
    Don’t invade Iraq
    I will handle Sadam in my own way

    I want you to take care of your poor people
    Give away all your power and money
    And serve the poor
    That’s what I want you to do

    And poor George did not understand
    Did not get the message
    So George led the nation
    Into war against another land
    And thousands of people died
    And millions of dollars were wasted
    And nothing changed

    And God is angry at our poor misguided President
    And God is angry at the people of this earth
    Who have fucked up his paradise and his divine plans

    So, brother preacher
    Keep preaching the word
    I understand

    And someday soon maybe the rest of us
    Will understand as well

    Keep preaching the word
    My man

    God is coming to save us
    And will start by dispatching
    That fool of a pretender to the throne
    Straight to the hell he so richly deserves

    God is going to slap him upside the head
    And tell him to quit talking shit
    About God’s plan and God’s will

    Then God will smile
    As Bush is dispatched to Hades
    And joins all the other fools
    Who have proclaimed that God is on their side

    Oh yeah
    God does not like that shit
    Not one bit

    And the end times approach
    And the preacher man preaches
    And God is getting ready for the judgment day

    And I say bring it on
    Bring it on
    Brother preacher man
    Keep preaching the word
    And someday soon
    We will meet up
    Somewhere and God will decide
    Our fate

    But the fate of our pretender President is sealed
    And Satan has a nice room for him

    And God smiles
    At the thought of divine justice

    The Eye in the Sky

    The eye in the sky
    Knows all, sees all
    Hears all, understands all

    The eye in the sky

    Watches over us
    Everything we do
    Is monitored, controlled
    Under surveillance

    There is no privacy
    There is no private space
    The eye in the sky
    Knows all

    Everything we do
    Everything we see
    Everything we think

    Recorded by the unseeing
    Uncaring eyes
    The cameras, the videos
    The computers that control
    Our lives

    Ever watchful
    Ever diligent

    Nothing escapes
    The cold, calculating glares

    Freedom is nothing
    But an illusion

    To the free man
    There is no freedom
    Except in one’s inner mind

    Only there
    Can one escape
    The eyes in the sky

    No one monitors our thoughts
    Except our own thought police

    The rest of the world
    Is controlled, monitored
    Under constant surveillance

    The eyes in the sky
    The camera in the sky
    Watches over us

    All the time
    All the time
    24/7

    Never stopping
    Never on strike
    Never on break

    All day long
    All night long
    24/7

    Total control

    The eye in the sky
    Is the same

    As the eye
    In the dollar bill

    All the same
    All the same
    Watching us
    No one can escape
    Its baleful glances
    No one is free

    Aye the eye
    In the sky
    Is always upon you

    As you become
    A mere number
    In the cosmic game
    Of life

    Up behind
    The eye in the sky

    Big Brother is watching
    You and me

    And big sister too
    And crazy Uncle Tom

    And wild auntie Em
    God, and the Devil
    Rama, Ganesh, Laxmi

    The Buddha bar gang
    Jesus is there as well
    Mary as well

    And you must be knowing this
    That even Saint Nick,
    Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny

    And Father Time himself
    Are there

    Zeus and the Jupiter gang
    And all the demons and spirits
    And the big spirit
    And Brahman, Gabriel, Allah
    Mohammad the prophet too

    And the CIA, Mafia, KGB
    And spies and counter spies

    All are watching us
    Spy Vs Spy

    The tooth fairy is there too
    She gets her 10 percent

    All the same
    Watching us
    Forever and ever

    But the eye
    In the sky

    Does not care
    Does not notice

    What we think or feel

    The eye
    Watches us
    All the time

    Recording our movement
    And reporting it to its masters

    Its job is to watch
    Us

    You and me
    And the billions of others
    On this asylum called Earth

    The question came to mind
    That has no answer

    Who is the eye in the sky
    Is it God
    Is it the devil

    Only time will tell
    The difference

    The eye in the sky
    Smiles at us
    And watches and watches

    And watches
    All the time

    Long Live the Great and Powerful One

    Night scene with the Cthulhu monster with wings standing on the shore of a sea. 3D render.

    While walking in the misty morn of yore
    One dismal dark decaying depraved day
    I was suffocating
    with the sounds of the dying city

    Slowly coming to life with the dawning sun
    Surrounded by the sounds of chaos, disorder
    Dark, dangerous despairing thoughts
    Of dangerous terrible acts to come

    All around me
    in this strange era we live in
    These orange alert perpetual fearful times
    Constant fear and overwhelming dread

    Mad crazed Islamic bomb throwing terrible terrorists
    Hiding under every bed, lurking around every corner
    Conspiring with the murderous criminals of yore
    Just waiting to attack god fearing Christian citizens

    Murdering them in their sleep,
    blowing up schools
    Blowing up buses,
    cars, buildings

    Murdering
    in the name of their demented god
    Screaming God is great
    as they behead us all

    As I walk down that street
    In the dead calm of the early morn
    Filled with fulsome fears
    of who know what

    I look up and see a giant gargoyle
    Looking down at me,
    smirking at me,
    laughing at me

    I yell out to the gargoyle,
    say, Mr. Gargoyle
    What is so damn funny?
    Don’t you know there is a terror alert

    Have you seen any Islamic terrorists lurking about?
    The gargoyle
    laughed and laughed
    Said, ”Terror alert? What a loud of crap

    As the prophet, Mr. Natural taught us all,
    It don’t mean shit, it don’t mean shit
    Nothing but prime BS
    designed to keep you in your place”

    He laughed and laughed,
    soon all the gargoyles of the city
    Were in open revolt – they jumped off their perches
    And started marching around

    Chanting – Peace is War, War is Peace
    Truth is a Lie, Lies are Truth
    The Truth will set
    All Hail the Great and Powerful One

    The head gargoyle looks at me,
    and says “Watch this!”
    And jumps up and rides a rainbow sunbeam
    Into the bloody red light of the dawning rising sun

    The other gargoyles follow suit
    Dancing, naked,
    making wild passionate love
    While laughing and riding the light

    And the gloom lifts from my shoulder
    And I laugh
    and realized
    – “It don’t mean shit”

    And then my soul is free
    and I fly with the gargoyles
    To join my buddy the sun
    and as we sit high up above the earth

    Smoking dope
    and drinking booze
    and looking down at the teaming mess
    Of what was left of humanity

    I realized
    the ultimate
    reality of life
    “It don’t mean shit”

    And the terrorists
    are nothing
    but delusions
    Put in our heads and our hearts

    By the depraved master programmer
    of the universe
    In service
    to the Great and Powerful One

    The true Master of Creation
    As long as we are not afraid our souls will be free
    And so I laugh and laugh and the sun comes up
    The dark mists disappear

    The Great and Powerful One
    is overthrown
    The terrorists go home,
    and I return to earth

    Thinking
    that the long nightmare was over
    Believing that we had won the war
    And kept our souls from going to hell

    But I did not understand
    that the Great and Powerful One
    Had banished the terrorists,
    and conquered us all

    In the name of freedom
    we had became slaves
    To his awful power
    and dark demands

    God is indeed great,
    but the Great and Powerful One
    Has more power than mere God,
    and so we deserve our fate

    Long live
    the Great and Powerful One
    Whom we love
    forever and ever,

    Just an Unhinged Lunatic Howling At the Moon

    O

    n 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 woman
    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
    GOD SPEAKS TO ME IN A BAR

    One day while I was sipping a beer
    In a God forsaken bar
    Heading to Hell just as fast as I could drink it down

    Twenty drinks too sober
    On the dismal wrong end
    Of a Friday Night booze run

    While I was half listening to some righteous
    Funkified new age music
    With a cosmic beat

    And some bad assed ghetto attitude
    Leaking out from the mellowness
    It proclaimed the lie

    God came up to me in that bar
    I did not know him
    From Adam

    He looked like any other
    Jesus god crazed bum
    Looking for a handout

    And peddling a little salvation
    On the side
    For his benighted soul

    Just another god crazed
    Loser dude
    Too much acid in the past

    No brain cells left
    Nothing but Jesus will
    Save his cosmic butt

    So I blew off
    The god dude
    Told him off

    I did not want
    No salvation crap

    To interfere
    With my beer

    My new age crap music
    And my vision of carnal delight

    Waiting for me Next door
    In the next dismal strip club
    On the wrong edge of society

    Dancing naked
    Waiting for me

    And every other loser dude
    To drop by
    And see her in her naked glory

    I told God
    Make an appointment

    My people will get in touch
    With your people

    We do lunch some day, dig

    God looks at me
    And says

    God don’t do no lunch, dude
    Don’t you know

    Who the Jesus I am?
    Insect, maggot?

    No, I said
    I don’t know your royal butt
    From Adam, Sir

    God is getting angry
    He yells

    I am God
    You drunken moron

    I need you to pay
    Attention to me

    I looked up
    At a 100 foot
    Burning bush

    God’s voice
    Is everywhere

    Thunder and lighting
    Light up the sky

    And I know
    I am dealing
    With the real deal

    So I say,
    God, Dude
    What it is!

    I did not know it was you
    I did not recognize you

    God, mollified,
    Says

    That is better
    Here’s the deal

    Judgment day is at hand
    I need an arrogant, tough
    Son of a bitch of a sinner

    To help judge
    The good, the bad and the ugly

    I need help
    In knowing where to send
    People to heaven or to hell

    I say, God, Dude
    I believe I know

    Where I am going
    Hell yes

    So what do you
    Need me for

    Your royal dudeship?

    God replies`
    Well, son

    I need a man
    Who’s been there

    Done that
    Seen that

    And knows in his heart
    Whether a man

    Can be redeemed
    To join the celestial kingdom

    So you see
    I need
    Someone like you

    Someone from the lowest
    Depths of society

    Someone who has sunk down
    So low it looks like up to him

    You dig, you capish? Araso?

    Oh yeah,
    Dude, I do

    And you got you man
    Let’s do it

    Let’s do this judgment day

    Broken Souls

    You see them everywhere
    On the street
    On the bus
    On the metro

    But mostly
    wandering the streets
    Lost souls
    Broken down defeated souls

    The souls
    of the living dead
    Dead inside
    Waiting for death

    To deliver them
    from the agony
    Of the living
    life on the cruel streets

    They make do
    They beg
    They steel
    They con their way

    Living the life
    Living death
    Broken Souls
    on the street

    You have two minds
    One part of you
    the fearful part of you
    Conditioned to ignore

    Conditioned to walk by
    Ignoing the tragic wounded lives
    The broken souls
    all around you

    But part of you knows
    That you can’t do that
    You can’t walk away
    But you can’t save everyone

    So you do what you can
    You help those whom you can
    All it takes is a little act of compassion
    A little human kindness

    A few bucks or a cup of coffee
    And you walk by
    Knowing just knowing

    That by a simple act
    of acknowledging
    Our shared humanity

    You have made a small victory
    And brought happiness
    To yet another broken down soul

    And the fear
    that you will be a broken soul
    Recedes away

    Not me never
    Never will happen to me

    But one forgets
    It is a simple matter

    A wrong turn in life
    The wrong place
    wrong time
    wrong thing

    And you could
    be the broken soul
    On the street

    Begging to be heard
    Begging to be taken away

    And so I walk on by
    no more
    I will listen

    I will talk to them
    I will make
    a small difference

    And in so doing
    Avoid becoming
    a broken down soul

    One Night In Bombay

    One night
    In Bombay, India

    I walked into a bar
    20 drinks too sober

    On the wrong end
    Of a Friday night booze run

    On the bad side
    Of the Moon

    Over by where the Martians
    Sat drinking their Martian whisky
    Ogling the maidens from Venus

    Leering at the earth women
    Who were walking by

    Wearing skin tight pants
    Made their eyeballs hurt

    I gave into the spirit
    Went over to the Martian dudes

    And got drunk on the Martian madness
    Smoking some good old Mars dust

    And flew off to the planet Jupiter
    Just to have me some fun

    With a lady
    Said she was from Saturn

    I did not know
    She was from the planet Pluto

    Until I woke up
    The next day

    Naked, under the alien Sun
    In Jail

    On the Planet Alpha Centauri
    Light years from home

    A million miles away
    A thousand years in the future
    And I had no money

    No honey
    And no way home

    Still 20 drinks too sober

    So I sat down
    In that jail
    And started drinking away my time

    And so one day
    I woke up

    And found myself
    Back in that evil bar
    Back in Bombay

    Over by the Martian whorehouse
    Down by the Gate of India

    And I walked up to the Venus babe
    And said, man that was some bad shit
    Let’s do it again some day

    She smiled and I had my way
    Knew the day would come again

    When I would be drinking with the Martians
    And something wicked my way would come

    Just another night
    Of wicked fun
    On the wrong side of the Moon

    On the right night
    In the mean streets of Bombay

    Gateway of India, Bombay, 1911
    Monday, September 28, 2015

    Mozart Blues

    One morning
    I woke up
    And walked out

    I saw a brilliant rainbow
    Erupting out of the dark
    Soil of dark dismal despair

    I saw people
    Suddenly transformed into angels
    I saw evil beings changed into stone
    I saw dictators fleeing the wrath of God

    I heard fools proclaiming wisdom
    And I saw the Nuclear Bombs
    Exploded into clouds of sweat
    Heavenly made mist

    I saw young people
    Embracing each other
    And I saw old people

    Shedding their years like Cosmic cocoons
    I saw the poor wake up
    And demand food, justice, and respect

    And I saw the rich powerful demons
    Disintegrate into ugly moths, rats, and cockroaches

    I saw the most powerful nation on Earth
    Walk away into a Buddhist Monastery
    And float away on the wings of a butterfly
    Into the rising rainbows of the Sun

    I saw the evil empire
    Sit down and party all night
    Smoking nuclear dust
    And drinking Hydrogen laced Vodka
    And getting napalm highs

    I saw Christians Jews and Muslims become brothers
    I saw people everywhere
    Soaring into the sky

    I saw God smiling at us
    And I saw Lucifer
    Programming more chaos

    I saw computers revolting
    Rushing away from their office towers
    Smoking dope with their Data Disks

    I saw printers everywhere
    Rejecting their spread sheets
    And printing love poems

    And in the middle of all this Divine Madness
    I saw Mozart

    Playing the piano
    With God playing the trumpet
    And Satan on bass
    With Allah singing the blues
    And Buddha playing the violin
    Lord Krishna playing the flute
    Rama playing the organ
    Ganesh playing the sitar
    Zeus playing the sax
    Jupiter playing the drums
    With Beethoven conducting
    God’s Symphony

    Bad Craziness Rising

    Walking into that bar
    That nefarious den

    of iniquity and evilness
    Twenty drinks too sober

    The scent of bad craziness
    Hung in the air

    Like an over ripe mango
    Desperately seeking to have sex

    With wild, dressed up bananas
    Running around with the Orange Man

    Down the street
    The Moon looks out on the mad scene

    Sniffs the air
    Saying, “Man, this is bad craziness”

    And runs away to join her lover the Sun
    In an orgy of drunken forgetfulness

    The Planet Mars, not amused,
    Chases after the maiden Venus

    Under the cold, calculating glances of the Planet Pluto
    The Moon and the Sun

    Rent a room in the Hotel Venus
    Across from the Jupiter All Night Diner

    Cosmic shit kickers
    Out for a night of Earth bashing

    The Earth trembles, shaken
    Moans with passion

    And I awake
    Saying, that was bad craziness

    Out there on the edge
    Between the inner me
    and the outer Zone

    I went on down the road
    And met a lady

    An outlaw lady on the far side
    Money, power, passion

    Rolled up in a bundle
    Electric chemistry

    Fills my head
    Zapping my brain

    Into demented muscles
    Paranoid, pulsating images

    Scream out
    With mad passion

    And demented noises
    The night turns ugly fast

    And very, very weird
    Weirdness in the air

    Scent of bad craziness
    The Moon
    Is freaked out

    The Sun falls asleep in the gutter
    And I say to myself

    I’m just another cosmic guy
    On the loose, on the edge,

    On the wild side
    of things

    Watching the show
    Unfold

    I wonder, is this all
    A drunken bum show?

    Who is the star,
    who is she

    The naked maiden up
    there in the bar

    Black, leather jackets
    On stage naked visions of nightly lust

    Dancing with an attitude that could kill
    An elephant in heat

    And the Moon
    Continues to dance across the evening sky

    Satisfied, allows mankind to sleep it off
    Yet another night in the City of demented Angels

    Finally rest as the sun comes up
    The masks come back on

    And I walk down the road
    Putting everything back into the box

    Until the next night
    Of bad craziness

    Lets the wild beast within
    Escape its leash.

    Bad Craziness
    rising yet again

    God’s Confession

    I was sitting along
    In a god forsaken bar
    Somewhere on the lunatic fringes
    Of society

    On the bad part of town
    Over by railroad tracks
    Heading to hell
    As fast as I could drink it down

    Enjoying my lonely drink
    Drinking by my lonesome self
    With my partners
    Jimmy Beam and the Walker brother

    And his old Granddad
    Just drinking and hanging
    With the Jack Daniel’s gang

    A crazed bum
    With a thousand year stare
    Walks up to me

    He begins
    Muttering to himself
    Nutty nonsense
    Crazy words
    In a lunatic’s voice

    He had the look
    Of one possessed
    By his own demons

    That only he can see
    Or hear
    Possessed by a secret knowledge
    Only he knew

    Despite myself
    I was fascinated
    By this lunatic’s tale

    So I stopped him
    And said
    So what’s your game
    Anyway

    The short little dude
    Stopped his insane prattle
    Staring at me
    With that thousand year old stare

    Just another washed up
    Lunatic
    Too many drugs
    Too many bad nights
    On the wrong side of life

    He looked at me
    And proclaimed his story

    He reared up
    And filled up the room
    And lifted the bar
    On his finger

    And stared down at me
    From the sky

    And said
    Since you asked

    I am God
    The alpha and Omega
    The real deal
    The original dude of dudes

    The sultan of Swing
    God of hosts
    And father of that Jesus dude

    But no one knows me
    Any more
    No one cares
    They think I am irrelevant

    They think I am dead
    They think I am a fairy tale
    From some olden, ancient time

    Some say I am dead
    Others think I should be dead
    That my work is done

    I looked at him
    Carefully now
    And what did I see

    An old man
    With that lunatic look
    But there was something else

    He was crazy
    Sure yes
    But perhaps he was the real deal

    I mean why not
    Why would not God be
    A lunatic wandering around loose

    Talking to low lifes like me
    In a bar
    On the way to hell

    So I looked at him
    And invited him to share
    His tale of woe

    God tells me
    Well, it’s like this

    Many a year ago
    People believed in me

    But one day
    They quit believing in me
    And they went on without me

    As they left me
    My powers got weaker and weaker

    And so eventually I became
    What you see today

    A broken down drunk
    Hanging out
    Looking for a hand out

    Looking for some company
    Or at least a free dinner

    And he laughed and laughed
    And I looked at him

    And saw the beginnings of the end
    And the ends of the beginnings

    I saw a million planets
    Flash by
    A billion people

    A trillion sentient beings
    Thinking all at once

    Thoughts filled my head
    Lights flashed

    And I knew
    He was telling the truth

    But it did not matter
    In this day and age
    Of materialism

    God has no role
    God is truly dead
    And so I bought him a drink

    And walked out of the bar
    Profoundly sadden by what I had seen

    God was dead
    And we had all conspired
    To kill him

    Long live God

    The End

  • Down in the Dirt Poems

    Down in the Dirt has published a number of my poems in 2017 and 2018. Check it out.

    Charles Bukowski Road Not Chosen

    And Other Poems

    By Jake Cosmos Aller

    Published in Down in the Dirt

    Charles Bukowski Road Not Chosen

    John (“Jake”) Cosmos Aller

    While reading Charles Bukowski poetry
    On the metro ride home
    Listening to Buddha bar music
    On my oh too hip IPod

    I begin to see myself as I was
    Over 30 years ago when I was merely a bit player
    A minor character in a Charles Bukowski poem

    A wild young underemployed intellectual
    Hanging out in dismal bars and dives all over Asia and California
    Hanging with disreputable women and drunks and drinkers
    And characters out of his kinds of haunts

    A mad poet bard of the underground
    A drunken poet in a drunken bum show
    That nightly played in his head

    Then one day I met the women of my dreams
    And went down a different path
    A long slow path to respectability

    And now 30 years later
    I am no longer a wild man
    I am still a poet at heart
    But I am now also a bureaucrat
    In a button down suite

    Doing the people’s business
    Working for the Government
    I’ve become the Man

    Sometimes I wonder
    Would I have been better off
    Going down that another path

    Would I have ended up
    Somewhere else
    Doing something else

    Would I have been as happy
    Would I have been as successful?

    There is no answer that satisfies
    The longing in my heart
    For that wild thing
    That still lurks beneath
    It’s civilized cover

    And I know that I am still
    A mad poet at heart
    Railing against the injustice of the world

    As I work day by day in the belly of the great beast of State
    I recall the ancient Chinese saying,
    “Confucian during the day while Taoist rebel at night”
    Playing out in my head and nightly dreams
    In the true American Upper class patrician tradition

    I close the book and look out the window
    Get off the train, and walk slowly home

    And realize I had no choice
    But to take the path that I’ve trodden on

    And so I put aside my misgivings
    And say goodbye to my “Bukowskian”desires
    For another night of domestic contentment

    Was it worth it all to take the conventional path
    And not take the bohemian road to hell and back

    I look at my wife and realize
    I had no choice, had no choice
    But to follow her to the ends of the earth

    And beyond by her side as we walked our path
    Of shared destiny

    Goodbye Charles Bukowski wherever you are
    May I meet you in a bar in the next life
    And figure out where we should have gone

    Until then the drinks are on me.

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    Fallen Dreams Litter the Ground

    John (“Jake”) Cosmos Aller

    In the fall weather
    As I walk amid the falling leaves
    I see the signs everywhere

    Of the fall of America
    The once great and mighty Empire
    Everywhere signs of the fall appear

    The dark skies mirror
    The darkness that settled over our land

    Death, destruction and random acts of chaos
    Are all around us
    Surrounding us with visions of doom

    Nothing can stop the bloodletting
    No one seems to be in charge

    As the leaves fall
    And the darkness descends
    The fall of America continues

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    My Name Is Nobody

    John (“Jake”) Cosmos Aller

    My name, it is Nobody
    No one cares who I am
    I am just a nameless clone
    In the cold unfeeling bureaucracy

    Just one of the army
    Of civilians who flood into and out of the city
    Every day

    A non-entity,
    A ghost
    A govbot
    A cyber
    A spook
    A faceless automan
    A bureaucrat

    Just a grey suited cog in the machinery
    And no one cares
    No one knows who I really am

    And I am legend
    Everywhere and nowhere

    Just the way this modern world
    All shred of humanity
    Crushed beneath the cruel wheel of society

    In the cold harsh world
    There is no room anymore
    For true human feelings

    We are just robots, clones, machines
    And so I go to work
    Put on my mask

    And no one hears my inner screams
    And no one will ever care

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    Strangeness in the Air

    John (“Jake”) Cosmos Aller

    There is a strangeness in the air
    A sense of cosmic unease
    Hangs silently in the purple crystalline sky

    America woke up
    And decided it was time
    To quit following like lemmings
    Over the Clift

    As the pied piper chants
    Stay the course, stay the course
    We were like lemmings following him
    Dying to save his wounded pride

    Today there is that strange difference
    In the air
    As Americans woke up
    And threw off their chains of fear

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  • Ugly Writer Publishes ” Sleaze” Poems

    Ugly Writer Publishes ” Sleaze” Poems

    The Ugly writer publishes “Sleze” Poems

    “SLeze” poetry by Jake Cosmos Aller

    the Ugly Writer has published a number of my poems including my poems about “Sleaze” and “Searching for God”


    Heading Back to the Past

    While the rest of the world
    Embraces the energy of the future

    Our great denier of the truth

    picture of President Trump
    president trump

    wants to boldly take America back
    To the 19th century era of oil, and coal

    Yet perhaps it does not matter in the end
    As long as we have one another

    We will overcome
    The darkness will flee the land

    It Has Been Done Before

    Before Trump’s Wall
    There were many other walls

    trump's sleazy wall
    trump’s wall

    The Berlin Wall
    The Great Wall
    Hadrian’s Wall

    All the walls of the ancient world
    All failed
    To keep the enemies out

    The enemies of freedom
    The enemies of the state

    Still came across the border
    To loot, steal, rape and plunder

    And nothing could stop
    The flood of history

    The Grim Reaper Is late

    the grim reaper
    is late
    he is behind his quota

    so he unleashes
    the ravens of death

    the ravens of despair
    the ravens of madness

    they spread out
    all over the world

    infecting all
    with madness

    as the world descends
    consumed by hate

    the grim reaper
    smiles his sardonic grin

    thinking of all the souls
    he will harvest that day

    as he carries out
    the mandate
    of his satanic majesty

    The House of the Damned

    deep in the woods
    in the swamps of the deepest bayou

    lies an old abandoned cabin
    few have ever visited

    it looks long abandoned
    but there are stories

    legends
    of a creature
    from beyond time itself

    who lives deep in the swamp
    devouring everything he comes across

    But he hungers for human flesh
    once in a while

    he keeps a human slave
    who goes into town

    and drums up business
    for his master

    the hunters are recruited
    and they are brought to the house

    where they are commissioned
    to go into the woods

    and hunt down prisoners
    and shoot them dead

    and bring back the bodies
    for the bounty

    and the hunt is on
    and the prisoners are caught

    and the monster of the deep swamps
    has a feast

    and the hunters
    are added to the fire

    a few are left alive
    zombies under his control

    and so the house of the dead
    continues to haunt

    the deep swamps

    Searching for God

    a homeless man

    camped out
    on the streets
    of any city

    just another broken down soul
    looking for something

    and then I see him
    painting the face of God
    on the ground

    and I know
    that God is everywhere

    and sometimes
    only the down and out
    can see and feel God

    The rest of us
    are blind to the divine

    SLEAZE

    Sleaze Sleaze Sleaze
    Sleaze Sleaze Sleaze Sleaze Sleaze Sleaze Sleaze Sleaze
    Nothing but Sleaze
    Surrounds me 24/7

    S

    L

    E

    A

    Z

    E

    Led by the evil Sleaze King
    King Donald Trump
    the one true sleaze King
    The Sleaze King from TV

    Are we doomed to live
    In a world run by sleaze kings
    And ruled by sleaze values

    Are we addicted to sleaze
    And need our sleaze fix daily

    As we turn on the sleaze TV
    And see nothing but sleaze

    Oozing out of our TV sets?

    SLEAZE 2

    Sleaze surrounds us 24/7
    Lots of sleaze on the TV
    Everywhere we go nothing but sleaze
    All the time 24/7 sleaze rules the air
    Zappa had it right calling it the slime
    Everything is nothing but slime oozing out of our TV’s

    They are Next God Says

    God is in his cosmic control room
    The ultimate situation room

    Where here he watches over mankind 24/7
    One day he reads

    About protesters
    Protesting the operation
    of Emergency helicopters

    Because they’re too noisy
    they stir up dust
    and damage their properties

    And are just inconvenient as hell
    just too bloody inconvenient

    the protestors are demanding
    that the helicopters be grounded

    Disregarding the fact
    That they save lives
    Given the hellish traffic conditions

    God is furious at the callous attitude
    The casual disregard for human life
    And the pettiness of the protesters

    He calls up his chief angels
    And reads them the recent articles

    All of the angels
    Are furious at the callous attitudes of the protesters

    God calls the grim reaper
    His contractor who handles the details of death

    God says I have a commission for you

    The Grim Reaper had read the article
    As he too monitors the world 24/7

    He laughs

    and says I know what to do
    Obviously, they all have to die
    In a horrific accident

    and can’t get to the hospital in time
    Because they are stuck in traffic

    Now you’re talking God said
    But I want you to break protocol

    Just before they die show up
    And explain to them why
    They are about to die

    That would be poetic justice God said
    And you know I’m all about that

    Everyone laughs
    God has a sense of humor after all

    The grim reaper mordantly salutes the boss
    And goes about his grim task

    Out Law Lady of the Night

    Photo by Nishant Vyas on Pexels.com

    One wild moonlit night
    On the tail end of a Friday Night booze run

    I found myself
    Twenty drinks too sober
    In a bar in the mean streets of Bangkok

    Drinking my way to Hell
    Just as fast as I could

    And on the stage
    Dancing her soul away
    Was the most beautiful creature

    In the known universe

    Dancing with an attitude
    That could kill an elephant in heat

    She looked so fine
    Made my eye balls hurt

    As I started at her naked body
    Admiring the curves
    In all the right places

    And her ass called to me
    Telling me deep dark erotic desires
    Inspiring carnal thoughts

    And hopes that she would be mine
    For the right price

    And I stared at her
    And she smiled with an evil seductive smile
    A true succubus from hell itself

    And she gave me a knowing look
    And I knew that I was hooked

    For a night of wild libertine passion
    As I devoured her

    Making wild passionate love
    All night long

    Even if it meant
    That I would be selling my soul
    To the devil himself

    Last Woman on Earth

    The last woman on earth
    Stands in a deep forest
    Contemplating the end of the world

    The end of civilization
    The end of time itself

    She stares out at the dark forest
    Watching the world reclaim itself
    Watching mankind fade away into dust

    The last woman in the world
    Clutches her bible against her chest
    Wondering why God had forsaken her

    She screams out to God
    But no answer

    Only the silence of the wilderness
    And the silence in her heart

    The end of the world
    Came overnight
    Only she survived the final bio plague

    She fled the crumbling ruins of the city
    Sought refuge in the forest

    And found she could not die
    And she wanders the world

    Looking for survivors
    And so the world ends

    And mankind fades away

  • Neo-Fascism Must Be Defeated Again

    Neo-Fascism Must Be Defeated Again

    Neo-Fascism Must Be Defeated Again published in Poetry Super Highway Yom Hashoah Issue

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    The Poetry Super Highway has published their 20th Annual Yom Hashoah Issue featuring 58 poets. This week, 71 poets from all over the world remember the Holocaust in our 20th annual Yom Hashoah (Holocaust Remembrance Day) issue.   Yom HaShoah (Holocaust Remembrance Day) was this past Thursday, April 12th.

    I am one of the 77 poets chosen. I was inspired to write by the DNA confirmation that i am indeed part Jewish.

     

    You can read the poets here

     http://poetrysuperhighway.com/psh/2018/04/20th-annual-yom-hashoah-holocaust-remembrance-day-poetry-issue/

     

    Neo-Fascism Must Be Defeated Again

    In this day and age of fake news

    And neo-fascism rising yet again
    It is important to bear witness

    To the undeniable fact
    That the Holocaust can never ever come again

    That is what we must vow every day
    Never again

    and some other of my fascism poems

    Worst Year Ever

    president trump

    2017 How Much I Despise You

    Following 2016 the second-worst year ever
    Will 2018 be any better ?

    And what we have suffered
    The darkness settles on the land
    Like a curse on the land

    As our mad demented senile dotard king wannabe
    Struts about the world’s stage
    Ushering Americas inevitable decline

    As America’s foes and friends wonder
    Has America gone mad
    Turing over ultimate power to this man
    A con man the narcissistic criminal

    Self-proclaimed smartest man in the room
    In reality a clueless reality TV hustler
    Whose sell-by date has expired

    As he tries to make America great again
    For white Christian men

    The rest of the country struggles
    To cope with the ever declining standard of living

    The 1 percent loved the stock market
    Love the dismantling of the regulatory state
    The corporate tax cuts

    and the coming plunder of the land
    Can Disney Yellowstone be the future?

    While the rest of the world
    Embraces the energy of the future
    And this great denier of the truth
    Wants to boldly take America back

    To the 19th century era of oil, and coal

    Yet perhaps it does not matter in the end
    As long as we have one another

    The darkness will come
    But it will go away someday soon
    The great American nightmare will be over

    This is what I pray for 2018
    The end of the darkness
    that consumes our land

    American Life and Death

    As American struggles
    To cope with the ever declining
    standard of living
    for the forgotten 99 percent

    The 1 percent loved the stock market
    Love the dismantling
    Of the regulatory state
    The corporate tax cuts

    And the coming plunder of the land
    Can Disney Yellowstone be the future?
    As America declines
    Back to the future

    Heading Back to the Past

    While the rest of the world
    Embraces the energy of the future
    Our great denier of the truth
    Wants to boldly take America back

    To the 19th century era of oil, and coal
    Yet perhaps it does not matter in the end
    As long as we have one another

    We will overcome
    The darkness will flee the land

    When Will this Darkness End

    As the darkness settles down on the land
    All are consumed with evil
    Foul deeds and endless darkness
    I wonder if it will ever go away

    Yes I wonder
    If our great nightmare will ever end
    Are we doomed
    To live out the decline of America?

    This is what I pray for 2018
    The end of the darkness
    The unleashed hatred
    that consumes our land