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  • Snarling Cup of Coffee Chapbook Updated with audio clips

    Snarling Cup of Coffee Chapbook Updated with audio clips

    Table of Contents

    Note: this chapbook brings together some of my favorite poems, many have been published. An * indicates prior publication. Some appear in my earlier submission to you. The acknowledge page at the end provides a complete publication credit list.

    Snarling Cup of Coffee

    and other Poems

    Note: this chapbook brings together some of my favorite poems, many have been published. An * indicates prior publication. I will post a few each week until I am finished with the entire set. I published these poems in the Poetry Superhiway’s poetry chapbook giveaway contest December 1, 2018, and I would be delighted to send the entire set to anyone who is interested. Comments and feedback welcome, but please keep it civil. Please note that these are entirely my own opinions and do not reflect the opinions of any of my prior employers

    Coffee Poems

    Snarling Cup of Coffee*
    No More Coffee Blues*
    Ode to Coffee*

    Love Poems

    The Story of How We Met *
    Chains that Bind Us *
    Where Do You and I Begin *
    Lost and Found *

    Political Rants

    The Eye in the Sky *
    The Decline of America*
    When Will This Madness End? *
    Hurricanes from Hell
    It Can’t Happen Here
    Masters of the Universe

    Fake Things please see companion chap book series “Fake Things” coming soon

    Fake News
    Fake Calls *
    Fake Gods
    Fake People
    Idiots in High Places

    Religious Visions

    Imagining the End of the World * Meeting God in a Lake *
    The Cosmic Cat from Berkeley *
    The Cosmic Dog from Goal *

    Travels

    Spring Time in Capitol Hill*
    Wagontire, Oregon *
    Hitchhiking Tales *

    Strange Visions

    Life’s Journey *
    The Fog *
    Slime Patrol to the Rescue *
    Bad Craziness *
    One Night in Bombay *
    Unhinged Lunatic Howling at the Full Moon *
    The Nebulous Night of Darkness*
    Dental Torture Blues
    Watching Cats Hunt *
    Cats *
    Mozart Blues
    Old Man in the Mirror Must Die *
    One Mystic Shrouded Night *
    Prayer to the Computer Gods *
    Microsoft Found Dictation Poems
    Green Trees Don’t Make It *
    Who is Master?
    My Soul Wants to Fly *
    Cosmic Calendar *

    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 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

    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

    TBC

  • Cats Truly alien species?

    Cats Truly alien species?

    adorable animal blur cat
    Photo by Kelvin Valerio on Pexels.com

    cars are alien species the conspiracy
    my cat poems for your pleasure

    updated to reflect recent publication of The Cosmic Cat from Berkeley, and the  Buddha Cat from Edsal road – both published in the Universe Journal, Bangalore, India September 30, 2019, also recorded those two poems as well.

    April 2018 Poems
    2017 April Poems
    April 2019 Poems

     

    Cat thought

    thoughts about Cats – the true alien life form living amongst us humans.

    Cats Fighting In Incheon

    Watching two cats
    Fighting alongside the sidewalk
    In suburban Incheon New Airport Town

    Completely indifferent
    To the humans walking around them

    And the humans were indifferent to the cats

    As they stood there fighting
    And screeching at each other

    One orange one
    One half black half white one
    Both middle age in cat years

    As I sat there watching the cats
    really getting into it
    I wondered what they were arguing about?

    But since I don’t speak cat
    I really didn’t know

    All I know is they were really screeching at each other
    And almost look like they were about to attack each other

    But one cat backed down
    As the other cat stood their proverbial ground

    If they were humans one would have pulled out a knife
    Or a gun
    And someone would have been killed

    But being mere cats
    They stared at each other
    And walked away

    but they kept glancing at each other
    So, I knew the fight as not over
    Merely postponed until a later hour

    Cats truly are the aliens
    Who live among us humans

    Or perhaps we are the aliens
    Who live among the cats?

    Watching the black cat

    Watching the black cat
    Slinking about

    I am reminded once again the cats
    are not our friends
    as I stare at him

    an alien invader
    From another planet

    Mysterious Black Cat Looking at Me

    As I look out
    At the parking lot

    I see a black cat
    looking at me with dark soulful eyes
    filled with mysterious secrets

    I wondered
    What the cat
    thinks of me?

    The cat looks at me
    With a mysterious grin

    The cat smiles at me
    Like the Cheshire cat

    He smiles
    and runs away into the bushes

    Watching three cats

    watching three cats

    p style=”text-align: left;”>gamboling along

    looking at me

    while i look at them

    Each wondering what sort of weird creatures
    The other is

    And who is the real alien species?

    three cats ready to go

    three cats
    at play

    they look out at the world
    and they are ready

    they are born hunters
    they are hungry
    they are restless

    and they want
    to escape
    from the house

    to chase birds
    squirrels

    and other cats
    to do their cat thing

    That’s the cat’s life after all
    they tolerate us humans
    only because we feed them

    But at heart
    they are wild things

    and wild things
    Need to be free

    Looking Out My Window

    I look out my window
    On the parking lot
    In my suburban Incheon neighborhood

    And see the black 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

    Watching Cats Hunt

    Early morning

    Watching two white cats
    Hunting a white dove

    The cats hunt in pairs
    Tracking the bird

    The bird flies away
    Safe for now

    And I think about the cats
    And the hunt goes on

    Such is life
    And the fate of cats
    And birds

    Cats

    I often wonder about Cats
    What do they think of us

    It seems at time
    That cats think of humans
    As their slaves

    We exist to feed them
    To comfort them

    To save them from their enemies
    And to worship them

    Yes cats are an alien species
    Totally different from humanity
    Detached, and almost evil

    If we ever encounter an alien civilization
    God help us if it’s a cat based civilization

    We would then be engaged
    In the epic mother of all wars

    As cats and humans would not get along
    The cats would think we were their slaves

    And we would resent and fear them
    And secretly worship their alien ways

    The Cosmic Cat from Berkeley

    I next encountered the divine many years later in Berkeley, California. I had gone home to be with my Mother while taking leave from my job in the Foreign Service. I had two weeks there by myself. My wife came later near the end of the trip. Every morning I woke up, had coffee, did yoga, read the paper, and spoke to my mother. She was sliding into dementia, day by day losing her reason. Then I would go out and explore the city, go to a museum, go to one neighborhood, see a movie matinee, have dinner with old friends, and just be there and re-discovering the Bay Area of my youth, after years of being away.

    Every morning a black cat came to visit me. He was out in front when I got up staring at me, and waiting for to go out the door. The cat was friendly and waited for me and then would join me in my morning rambles following me to the bus stop or to the downtown BART stop if I walked as I frequently did. It was a 40-minute 2-mile stroll. And it was summer and the weather was delightful.

    I started talking to the black cat, he looked at me with the spark of divinity in his dark soulful eyes. I called him the cosmic cat. He seemed to like that. He would look at me and I opened to me. I told the cat all my dark secrets as I walked the streets of the old neighborhood. Every morning and every evening the cat would be there to greet me and to carry out our endless conversation.

    Then I had to leave and in our final conversation
    I asked the cosmic cat

    “Say, Cosmic Cat are you just a cat or are you a demonic cat

    Are you possessed by God or by Satan? Are you a familiar of some dark witch?”

    The cat looked at me and I realized that God was indeed residing in the cat but that God was residing everywhere, all around me. All I had to do was open my mind, and the rest would follow

    So, I said goodbye to the cosmic cat and he purred and came up to me and I felt the comforting presence of the divine

    As I said goodbye to the cosmic cat. And said goodbye to my demented mother. It turned out that was the last time that we would be able to really talk. The next time I met her was when I came out to put her in an assisted living facility. I never talked to her again as I had during those two weeks when I hung out with the Cosmic Cat.

    I told my mother about the cosmic cat. She smiled and said that the cat was there for me and her to comfort us both in our hour of need. And that the cat was indeed
    a cosmic cat.

    “The Cosmic Cat from Berkeley”

    I next encountered the divine
    Many years later in Berkeley, California
    I had gone home to be with my Mother
    While taking leave from my job
    in the Foreign Service

    I had two weeks there by myself
    My wife came later
    near the end of the trip

    every morning I woke up
    had coffee
    Did yoga

    Spoke to my mother
    Who was sliding into dementia
    Day by day loosing her reason

    Then I would go out
    And explore the city
    Go to a museum
    Go to one neighborhood

    And just be there
    Rediscovering the Bay area
    After years of being away
    Having dinner with old friends
    Seeing movies etc

    Every morning a black cat came to visit
    The cat was friendly and waited for me
    And then would join me in my morning rambles

    Following me to the bus stop
    I stated talking to the black cat
    He looked at me with the spark of divinity
    In his dark eyes

    I called him the cosmic cat
    He seemed to like that
    He would look at me

    And I opened up to me
    Told the cat all my dark secrets

    As I walked the streets
    Of the old neighborhood

    Every morning and every evening the cat
    Would be there to greet me
    And to carry out our endless conversation

    Then I had to leave
    And in our final conversation
    I asked the cosmic cat

    Say, Cat are you just a cat
    Or are you a demonic cat
    Are you possessed by God
    Or by Satan

    The cat looked at me
    And I realized that God
    Was indeed residing in the cat

    But that god was residing everywhere
    All I had to do was open my mind

    And the rest would follow
    So I said Good bye to the cosmic cat
    And he purred and came up to me
    And I felt the comforting presence of the divine

    As I said goodbye to the cosmic cat
    And said goodbye to my mother
    As this was the last time
    That we would be able to really talk

    I told my mother about the cosmic cat
    She smiled and said that the cat
    was there for me and her
    to comfort us both in our hour of need

    and that the cosmic cat
    was indeed a cosmic cat

    published in the Universe Journal in Bangalore India September 30, 2019

    the universe journal

    the Buddha Cat From Edsal Road

    I had another encounter
    With the divine recently
    Another Cosmic cat perhaps
    Perhaps not

    who knows what cats are
    are they alien from another dimension
    or was he channeling God ?

    I call him the Buddha cat
    For the cat loves

    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
    One with Allah
    And all the other
    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
    Proving yet again

    The divine spirit of God
    Is everywhere all around us

    The buddha cat
    Reminds us all
    To look for god
    In the everyday

    All around us
    If we but have eyes
    To see

    published in the universe journal Bangalore India September 30, 2019

    the universe journal

     

    Oregon Demon Cat

    The demon cat
    Lived in Medford Oregon

    The demon cat was a big black cat
    His eyes were filled with demonic energy
    He stared at you

    Looking into your very soul
    Filled with anger, and hatred
    For the entire human race

    He seemed at times
    To be not from this planet
    Perhaps an alien species
    Studying the human race

    Or perhaps he came
    Form hell itself

    The demon cat loved to torment visitors
    For some reason he hated the man’s daughter

    The cat would stare at her from his perch
    Down the hall from the old man

    Then he would run at her
    Screaming like an escaped banshee
    Straight out of hell

    She told her dad
    Either the cat goes
    Or I go

    He said
    See you later

    The demon cat smiled
    At the small victory

    And she left the house
    With the demon cat
    Screeching goodbye

    Mad Cat Shoe Lace

    cats are alien creatures from space
    cats
    they truly are mad as a hat
    from space
    the buddha cat sits all day long
    demon
    escaped banshee playing demon
    theme song
    as they fly about like a witch
    broomstick
    flying in the air with their side kick

    the End

     

  • Hello Poetry Publishes my Poetry

    Hello Poetry has started publishing my poems. Here’s the link

    Full Moon Lunacy

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    The Blood Red Super Blue
    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 blood red super blue full moon
    brings out the lunatics to run amuk
    Howling at the light of the moon

    The blood red super blue 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 blood red super blue full moon

    And howl like an escaped banshee
    Howling at the full moon

    the Bus – Travels Through America’s Underbelly

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    I am a bus rider
    That makes me unusual
    For a white male
    From an upper-middle-class family

    Our people are not bus riders
    Though some are subway riders

    Bus riders are other people
    The poor, minorities, immigrants
    People who don’t drive
    Because they are blind
    Or have a DUI

    And in my case
    I don’t drive
    Because I have bad vision
    And bad coordination
    Just never got the hang
    Of the whole driving thing

    Fortunately for me
    My wife does the driving
    But I still take the bus
    From time to time

    I rode the AC buses in Berkeley
    As a child
    Line 67, line 51, line 43 F bus
    Rode them long before BART came along
    And afterwards as well

    As an adult seldom rode the bus
    But when I did so
    I was always impressed
    By the sheer diversity
    Of the bus riding population

    Hundreds of languages
    All sorts of sexual orientation
    Some were white
    Most were not

    Most of my fellow passengers
    Were nice enough
    Some were friendly
    And some were lost
    In their own thoughts

    And a few
    Were scary looking dudes
    With the look
    Of someone who had done time
    And were capable of more violence

    I also rode the bus
    In Seattle as a graduate student
    A lot of fellow UW students
    And the usual immigrants
    Minorities etc

    And some white people
    Commuting

    And in DC
    Over the years
    I rode a lot of buses

    Mostly to and from the metro
    But I got to know
    And love the DC buses as well

    I also took the greyhound bus
    Across the country
    Several times over the years
    All over the U.S.

    From Bay Area to Stockton
    From Bay Area to Clear Lake
    From Bay area to NYC
    NYC to DC
    All over the USA

    Taking the Greyhound
    Was always an adventure
    Met a lot of interesting people
    As people on long distant bus rides
    Tend to open up and talk
    To pass the time away

    Overseas I took the bus
    All over
    In India, in Barbados
    In Spain and in Korea

    The Korean buses
    For many years
    Were difficult for foreign visitors
    As the signs were all in Korean

    Most have signs
    Now in English, Chinese and Korean
    And are much more foreigner friendly

    Riding the bus
    In America
    Allows one access
    To the underbelly of American society
    The poor, the marginalized
    The immigrant communities

    That many middle class white people
    Just never see

    And for that reason
    I am glad
    That I am a bus rider

    For years I have lived
    In-between two worlds

    Korea where my wife’s family
    comes from

    And the Bay area
    Where I grew up

    And Washington DC
    Where I worked for 27 Years

    And I live be-tween
    My official duties
    And my desire
    To be a wild-eyed poet

    And life in-between
    Means you belong nowhere

    Yet are everywhere
    Always disoriented
    Always half lost
    Never really feeling you belong

    That is life
    Living in-between

    Returning America to a Christian Paradise

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    President Trump in a speech
    to a Christian activist group
    calls for a “return to traditional values”
    that made America great.

    Folks we need to go back to those days
    Remember back when everyone was a Christian,
    God was in the schools,
    no one worried about offending Jews
    or others by saying Merry Christmas,

    when we had an Easter Break
    and a Christmas break from school

    when people asked you
    what Church you went
    It was a polite way of saying
    welcome to the community,

    I recall an America
    when people went to Church
    every weekend,

    when stores were closed
    on Sundays, Christmas, Eastern,
    New Years, July 4th and Thanksgiving,
    When there was no black Friday

    when no one knew
    what Islam was about
    because there were few
    if no Muslims living in America,

    same thing for Buddhists,
    Hindus and other minority religions,

    atheism was not a thing
    that one was proud of or promoted,

    when movies and TV’s were family entertainment
    instead of being filled with violence,
    sexual immorality
    and contempt for Christians,

    when being a boy scout
    was a good thing
    not a curse word,

    Prostitution was illegal,
    Abortion was illegal,
    homosexuality was illegal,
    transgenderism did not exist,

    men were men
    women were woman,
    women got married
    stayed home
    with their children,

    men could earn enough money
    to take care of their wife and children,
    people had three or more children,

    parents ruled their children
    and not the other way around,

    sex was between married couples only,
    and extra-marital affairs were condemned,
    not celebrated

    same-sex marriage would be seen as absurd
    and contrary to God’s will

    pornography was illegal,
    drugs were illegal,
    drinking was frowned upon
    if not illegal,

    people served in the military,
    we respected the troops,
    respected the police
    and respected authority

    Yes, folks, we have to return
    To an America
    That was a true Christian paradise

  • Microsoft Why I left You

    Microsoft Why I left You

    Microsoft Why I left You

    computer error message
    evil computer

    why microsoft sucks

    Dear Microsoft

    I am writing to let you know why after years of putting up with shoddy software that does not work I finally have pretty much demanding Microsoft for good.  I have been using Microsoft word on a daily basis since about 1990 or so. I retired in 2016 from the Department of State as a foreign service officer.  Since retirement I have bene blogging, and writing poetry and fiction.  Up until six months ago I was writing my work using Microsoft word and keeping track of my submissions on Excel.  I finally gave up on both products after years of frustration. 

    I will keep my subscription for now because I do need to have access to my documents and I do need to be able to submit the documents for publication in the Microsoft Word format.

    I have sent many of my observations and complaints to Microsoft over the years but no one has ever bothered to follow up and your customer service is a nightmare.  Every time I call them they have not been able to answer my problems and generally make things worse.

    The basic problem is that your software has too many bugs and doesn’t work I’ll just give you a specific example or two. 

    50% error rate Un-acceptable

    One week about a year ago after being frustrated that Microsoft word would frequently crash causing me to loose my work, I kept track of all errors during a one week period and concluded that about 50% of the time when I was using Microsoft word or Excel I encountered some kind of error usually just a temporarily “not responding” error that cleared up in a few seconds, but often times the software would crash requiring me to either reload it or sometimes reboot my computer.

    Opening Microsoft in the morning if I had to reboot my computer would sometimes require me to wait 30 minutes before I could open Microsoft and often I would have 20 or 30 different versions of Microsoft opened accidentally while I was trying to open it. Then I would have to manually close each and every single document and each time I did that I would get a temporarily response error so many days it would take 30 minutes or so before I could get in to my documents and get to work.  This is clearly unacceptable.

    Apple, Google Docs Always Work

    Contrast this with “Apple pages” which I’ve started using for about six months. It opens every single time and I have yet to have a non-responsive error and never had any problems with it.  It does what it supposed to do and does it perfectly. It allows me to save documents to word and it open word documents.  Microsoft word of course does not allow me to open a document created in Pages. It does allow me to open a document created in Google docs though.

    Excel Destroyed my Documents – For No Reason I Can understand

    I had to give up on Excel as well.  About six months ago for some reason that I’ve never been able to figure out  Excel started to give me an error message every single time I tried to copy data into it from another program When I did that I got an error message saying that there were “too many fonts” being used and then I had the option of clicking OK and hoping that that would stop the error message.  usually I had to click Okay many times before it cleared up. One time I had to click okay message for four hundred times before it would clear and let me get back to my work. Excel would often just refuse to save any documents whatsoever and then I would have to reboot my computer and lose my data.

    Tech Support Was Not Helpful

    I contacted Microsoft repeatedly and nobody ever bothered to return a message and your online help function was useless and your automated chat bot never was able to figure out what I was talking about.  I did not call customer support because I figure it would have been useless waste of time. I even uninstalled and reinstalled the software and the error message continued.

    I shifted to Google Docs and it is working wonderfully. Almost never have a problem.  and the font issue was never an issue.

    Dictation Program  Produces Great Found Poetry

    Finally your dictation program has never worked. I am using the Apple dictation program to write this letter it has a 95% success rate Microsoft dictation had a 25% success rate most of the time they produce gibberish. I did use that to create a number of found poems which I called Microsoft dictation poems. I sent poems to Microsoft but again nobody has ever responded.

    I did call when I first installed the dictation program.  Nothing worked.  Microsoft tech support could not figure out that the problem was the the dictation program did not work with the internal speaker of a laptop. They told me to reformat my hard drive. I went to Best Buy and they told me that it does not work with a laptop and sold me an external microphone.  I bought an external speaker and then it worked but only 25% of the time did I get a clean copy, 75% of the time it produced gibberish.

    To end on a positive note, your speech to text function did not work for a long time then one day it started working and once it started working, there as a 90% success rate.  This gives me hope that one day you will get the dictation program to work.

    My plea to you sir is to get your software to work 95% of the time every single time I know that this may not be glamorous and I know this may not be seen as the direction of the company but I know that my experience is not unique and that most of your customers are very frustrated with your products and that is why more and more people are using products as such as Google Docs or Apple products because Microsoft word and excel just don’t work.  Please fix your Microsoft office suite products  – a 50% error rate it’s just not acceptable. 

    I would be happy to follow up with anyone from Microsoft if they wish to talk to me about this but I do not think anybody will bother to respond I will post this on my blog, https://the world accordingtoCosmos.com  

    I hope that you will take this constructive criticism into account and fix Microsoft office once and for all thank you

    Jake Cosmos Aller

    Ex-Microsoft customer

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    All night I felt
    that last Internet space

    I’m wondering About Future
    and about me

    And finally decided
    Just focus I’m living day by day

    Helping the best
    Ashland I can be

    I’m not Worry too much
    About things I can’t control

    Were home
    Too many things to do

    and I Well
    Just him and I can eat
    to do

    And hopefully
    The world make me laugh

    yes again
    I sound fun too

    Another Found Poem

    I wake up fully functional
    Thinking out

    My life so far
    and how it is coming down

    I have to rent
    Thanks write down
    which I have not done

    But The most important thing in my life
    Has been Mary Denture
    That made all the difference
    to my life

    Shonisaurus
    Hi Hey sis are watching
    And I should be Happy

    What’s my accomplishments

    Not bad for a for a man
    Who was born Disability
    Amazon let me know my license

    123
    OK now I get your attention
    I wanna go too sole

    and Endgo

    some and then being term
    and then USA

    and then Washington, DC
    and then Baltimore

    and then I wanna
    will be with the idea being done
    on the stand

    will be OK enough tomorrow
    I need to go to the house and 88 AM 988
    just 8:00 AM.

    The I am having a meeting with an array
    annually and aHer
    a OK on we’re going to talk

    to a jester of two
    come up with solutions

    we need to two fans
    and players

    repaid the painting repairs
    we are paying the bill

    from both the house we’ve passed,
    my treatment
    we had the somewhat tainted drywall fixed

    we have a new tenant
    rules being new tenant

    is a very good
    10

    I think
    are we were making

    very much you need to do better
    to stop of studies

    now me as Sarah
    Mr. Allen not an island

    is an error
    that have a need

    for an offense of offering Maisie’s
    backing separate

    from the public
    often salad

    End of the night
    of the committee
    of the ways

    to hire the answer you
    get a better

    Microsoft Dictation trials Found Poem Three Inspection Report

    Inspection report
    meeting went well

    met with him
    only at age six

    G P silver in the damage
    is shown her

    the news from the rear
    and as well as shown
    for the termite damage.

    In the termite
    go we had been a UGS

    the basic questions of morality
    and using this statement

    denying them the answer
    most questions

    afterwards
    we went outside
    to take a picture

    although the front porch
    into I noticed

    there was something
    very strange looking

    at the front porch
    the pedestal

    on the front porch
    were quoted

    so he headed
    from facing the street

    and in from the street
    station house

    the fed is still on
    riding his meaning

    to the eye
    and that has left his leading

    to the left
    we noticed

    there were cracks
    in the forge:

    long the foliage
    including the crack
    on in the front door

    we also know
    is that the doors

    are at opening
    in the awkward men

    we also noticed
    a big crowd

    on the right side of the house
    on in the mist
    airways to the right baseline

    we took a look
    at the the souls in 141571413 1415
    that this is an old event in 1413

    left as to his meeting
    in Ford’s 111415

    in the right one
    is even for now

    we suspect that uses serious settlement issue
    in that the house is cracking

    on the house
    in the house

    is trying to balance
    its closing the porch
    this is just

    what left
    in the says
    this is a serious issue

    we are sending information
    to a lawyer

    asked his advice

    before we can’t turn our
    insurance for content and
    Rescinded the new

    we will go to the court
    has to figure out the procedures

    for the deal
    gainst the key man
    this evening

    I hope to do some writing
    style dictation

    Poem Four Green Tree Death

    Green tree

    is in the Kingstown Property
    in Alexandria

    with her mother
    and are tended to Jeff

    my mother in the wall
    is berating jobs for some reason

    to handle
    and tell my mother to calm down

    as Jeff has a temper problem
    job is getting very angry

    Juppe pulls out a gun
    and serves the shooting of my mother

    the mall and should serve five or six times
    in the head

    my wife forays into a closet
    and Hans hoping that jobs

    will not find her
    and she wonders

    what would happen know
    that her mother

    in all my mother’s death
    and the she wonders

    what will happen

    because im not there
    at the time

    and she fears Jeff
    shooting in the wall

    and that is the end
    of the current in that age

    Poem Five Telco One

    Telco one
    not until 5:00 PM
    had objected

    lack of will
    come back
    and go to some of actor dinner

    will fix the car tomorrow
    and work on my appeal

    light work
    and the appeal
    denied me

    to get on the other headphones
    when we go to the own charm

    on Thursday
    will build

    and Costco tomorrow
    dictation is working

    but still funky
    but it will when it finally works

    watch and at the showboat
    Mr. Sunshine

    before taking all along
    that low energy

    back to two long flight
    stop dictation
    of up to the line

    Poem Six Late for Fate

    Had a busy productive day Left late
    And got 2 Mothers Doctors appointment

    Almost an hour late
    For my fate

    Left it there
    and went and got my dentures

    Had lunch
    Add my brother in law

    Usual Tom chat Tom

    Not bad
    Went back to get mother

    And then went to him once took a nap
    My screen news today was interesting

    Kim and moon went to beckton son
    That was very interesting

    to see kim and moon
    impact Kim and moon impacting son

    Where a lot of my eyes book
    and almost finished it

    Got some new novels out
    To Stephen King short stories
    and a Randy Wayne white

    Credimi and rim dot Florida
    novel those we nice

    and Thomas doing
    Also got some my music

    Poem Seven Barriers Between Worlds Fall Apart

    One night
    The barriers between the various worlds
    Bridgetown, Narnia, Oz, Earth, Mars

    Anne People
    for my eyes only

    Find themselves wandering the streets
    Off Thorth

    People in the earth
    find themselves wondering the street Ovas
    And for one night only

    All the animals
    in earth wake up
    in can speak

    And they have a lot to say

    24 hours total madness
    All the barriers

    between the various dimensions
    break down

    And then the worm hole disappears
    and that down overwhelms
    I put back to get

    I am With the Wizard of Oz
    Watching The breakdown
    of The dimensional barrier of time and space

    Afterwards I work with Glenda
    To try to put A permanent Magical barrier

    That would block the land of oz
    From the rest of the world

    But I’m afraid

    That the knowledge of the house has gotten out
    And that Too many people
    are gonna want to find Oz

    the impact of damn Packers
    and talking animals

    Continued to prepare for 8
    And The world is well

    Poem Eight  Lost in Oz

    I am a friend of the shaggy man
    And decide to visit him

    following his secret dircections
    I make it before he dies

    and meet up with Ausma
    Dorothy and the remaining Parts of her party

    We March back to the Emerald city
    And I am invited to Stan’s

    Poem 11 On the Move

    On the move
    from an old friend of the shaggy man
    and I and the it

    owns polling
    is seeking corrections

    and I’m drawing
    and one on one

    with a home run
    to the wizard

    and working

    and the crow
    and on to win

    their fight

    to save one small one
    from on the mission

    Poem 11 Ancient Rome

    And find myself in ancient Rome
    I am in the emperial room

    And I’m being driven to the streets
    Annabelle again and Anna Pelican

    I enjoyed me lemper
    But I have many enemies
    And I’m free

    Poem 12 Transformations

    I am asleep
    And wake up

    Last Ash change rooms
    and found and I had been transformed
    by my evil witch

    Into a red Paul
    I wondered

    Should I tell Anne
    I found that I was in August

    Eventually I’ve met Glenda
    the good Dan

    Where is he
    We jump start
    to my original shape

    I am in an coma
    When the sun hits her ears

    Make me go to munch on
    Well I need

    Poem 12 Visions of New Seoul

    I am dreaming of a unified Korea
    The Unified Korea capitol
    will be called Han Seoul

    Hey would me
    High speed train links

    Csullo Anne Canyon
    And in China airport

    So subway will be expanded
    With lines on the way to penman

    No new Capitol
    movie build impounding

    John patrick

    hey a central business district
    will be located In time

    And a diplomatic quarter
    will be located in Palmer John

    which will be
    This side of the new blue house

    as well the new Capitol
    with links to China

    Poem 12 Love at First Sight

    The the phenomenon of eight (hate) at first sight
    is similar to the phenomenon of London (love at first sight)
    for some it is in both cases

    because in the prior life
    one had human issues with those persons

    and still need to be resolved
    and you will fated

    to meet them again and again and again

    I really only had paid for site (hate at first sight)
    once in my life

    when I met on balls Dr. Baden
    David Moran

    We ran into each other
    we hated each other

    and first moment
    when that a new course

    he once tried to kick me
    out of that foreign service
    while acting behind my back

    one evil despicable evening

    Poem 13 alien invasion

    The first encounter
    with the aliens

    was when the earth was invaded
    by aliens were the size of children

    they landed
    and attacked everywhere

    and eventually come they turn over most of the earth
    and fluid

    and the aliens
    were very did not treat human beings

    for an us
    for human people cannot like they’re
    and either by and a soldier on the first battle

    and I capture
    an evening in the alien
    and we take it and

    for interdiction (interogration)

    the alien refuses to cooperate
    and eventually dollars (dies).

    Poem 14 Ozma’s Magic Book Reveals All

    All (Osma) calls is looking
    at her mentor (monitor)

    it is a global
    that shows everything in the land of oz,

    distance an each is something
    she cums to her friends

    that they can have one meal
    of firewalls arms

    and they can look at the land of ours
    by USA

    and the images
    they can pull out individual
    and see what they are doing

    are with us

    when uses is as one of her many
    till she has to watch

    out what’s happening
    in the levels

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