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  • I am Writing to Let You Know

    I am Writing to Let You Know

    Active Muse Publishes “I am Writing to Let You Know”

    Cosmos’s 2020 April Poetry

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    Active Muse in India has published my latest poem,  “I am Writing To Let You Know”

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    I am writing to let you know 

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    I am writing to let you know
    today is your final day of life
    the future is undefined
    it is what you want

    all over the world
    people on their own
    are rewriting the future

    today is your final day of the future
    people do what you want
    for the future is not written

    Jake Aller is a retired U.S. Diplomat living in South Korea. He has served in ten countries around the world including India, and with the Peace Corps in Korea.
  • Dog’s Life poems about dogs

    Dog’s Life poems about dogs

    Literary Yard has just published my Dog Poems. They earlier published my Cosmic Calendar poems.  Here they are for your amusement.  these are a companion piece for my cat poems.

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    Dog Poems

    It’s a Dog’s Life For Me

    I’d like to come back
    In my next life
    As a dog

    A dog’s only worry
    Is its next meal

    All it has to do
    Is wag its tail

    And look cute
    And someone will feed him
    And give him water

    A dog has no worries
    No cares at all

    And when a Dog
    Wants some loving

    All it needs to do
    Is find the nearest
    Female dog
    And enjoy himself

    Without guilt
    And without worrying
    About getting married
    Or having an affair

    Just simple
    Sex in the doggie way
    Nothing simpler
    Than that

    Yes
    A dog’s life
    Is the life for me?

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    the dogs of war are 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 world saw
    The face of pure evil
    That fine September morning

    A morning like any other morning
    Until a fateful moment
    When two planes
    Came out of the sky
    And destroyed
    The center of world capitalism

    In an act of horrific violence
    An act of such evil
    That is beyond the comprehension
    Of mere mortal man

    Surely there must
    Be a reason why
    That particular day
    The world almost ended

    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

    A Jehad had been launched
    By the holly lunatics
    Misguided warriors
    Who thought they were fighting
    The great Satan

    Not knowing that their hearts and minds
    Were corrupted and controlled
    By Satan himself

    Somewhere in the world
    That morning
    A door opened

    And a man walked through
    Flipped a switch

    And let loose
    The chaos that ensured

    The world watched with horror
    And fascination

    As in real time
    A dynamite action movie unfolded

    Only this was not no movie, punk
    It was real life
    Live and uncensored

    With the music of the devil
    Playing at full volume
    As people died
    Burning alive

    And the dogs of war
    Smiled
    They knew soon
    They would be in their element

    As America
    The Sleeping Giant
    Again woke up

    And realized
    That they would have to fight back
    Against their enemies

    The war machine
    Came to life
    The plans came out of the books
    The military might was unleashed

    And the Dogs of war
    Smiled and howled at the moon

    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 stock market crashes

    And the evil that men do
    Goes on and on and on

    ###

    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 Gannesh 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 to far

    Finally, I was at peace
    And for the next three days

    The God Dog from Goa

    was my constant companion
    And I knew God for the final time
    In my life

    ###

    Agnostic Dyslectic Wonders if There is a Dog

    an agnostic dyslectic
    stays up all night
    wondering if there is a dog

    the Buddhists wonder
    about the Buddha nature of the dog

    the evangelicals

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

    or go to hell
    for following another’s dog

    the Muslims agree
    there is only one dog

    and the dogs
    smile at the foolishness

    of the human race
    of course, there is a dog

    and they are the master race
    as they growl at their owners

    who bow down
    and clean up their mess

    ###

    I Want a Dog’s Life

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    I want a dog’s life
    That’s what I want in next life
    A dog needs to be cute
    And his master will feed him
    It is a dog’s life for me

    ###

    The Messenger Dog of God


    One day
    While studying in Rome
    As a priest
    I notice a small white dog
    Staring at me

    He glances at me
    Indicating that I am to follow him
    I get up
    And follow this strange dog

    He leads me deep
    Inside the hidden depths
    Of the Vatican
    Finally stopping by a door

    I open the door
    And see St Peter there
    He smiles
    Dismisses the dog

    Who moves on down the hall
    Finished with his cosmic duty
    As the secret messenger of God
    All in a days work

    I ask why am I here?
    St Peter says
    Why are any of us here?
    It is time for you to go

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

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

    It was not yet time
    To go
    But I am afraid
    I will find the messenger dog

    Outside my door
    Any day now
    The grim reaper waits
    And it will soon be my time

    Poem: Cosmos’s Cosmic Calendar

    By: Jake Cosmos Allertwelve-months-in-a-year-2-728

    January

    January arrives cold as death warmed over
    As I make my annual list of resolutions
    Of the great things I would do
    The lies I tell myself to keep me going

    While recovering from the hangover of the year before
    With regrets for the evitable passing of time itself

    And snow bound cold nights of wild passion
    As we delay death’s knocking on the door

    February

    February is a strange month
    Cold, short and eventful

    In the U.S. The political season heats up
    As politicians rush about
    Making their campaign lies
    Full of promises of things to come

    As we the 99 % huddle down inside
    Watching the lies on TV
    Outside Winter’s last dying breath

    March

    March roars in full of sound and furry
    Signifying the future marching down upon us all

    And March madness hits the sports world
    And politicians meet to plot and scheme

    As we bravely battle the cosmic elements
    Waiting for the promised spring
    Hay fever greets me
    With the early spring flowers

    April

    April is indeed the cruelest month of all
    So many important events occurred
    Kim Il Sung’s Birthday, Hitler’s Birthday

    And in the U.S. the dreaded tax man cometh
    To take it all away as the flowers overwhelm

    And Spring Fever takes hold
    Driving us all mad
    With strange erotic desires

    May

    May is in many ways
    My second favorite month of all

    The flowers are blooming bright
    The mountains are aflame with desire
    The summer heat is coming

    The plans for the year are coming along
    The political campaigns heat up

    And good movies come out
    Star wars arrived
    Spider man and superman and batman

    All came out to play
    In late May
    And baseball begins in earnest

    And most importantly
    My wife was born

    June

    June is always a month of transition
    End of the school year
    Summer transfer season
    People leaving people coming

    Hurricanes and Tornados attacking
    And wars starting and people dying

    As fire flies buzz about
    And rabbits eat my garden

    As the summer heat descends upon the land
    I walk late at night

    Recalling that Watergate
    Occurred in June

    July

    July is the queen of the summer season
    As she heats up the land
    Throwing storm after summer storm

    And politicians run away
    After the July forth fireworks

    Man landed on the moon
    Richard Nixon Left the White House

    And we all know that half the year
    Has flown by

    August

    So much has happened
    During the hottest most hellish of months
    Despite the summer sauna that descends upon the land
    Enervating all driving people mad with the heat

    World War 1 started
    World War 11 ended

    Hiroshima ushered in the nuclear age

    Hurricanes Katrina and Harvey
    And tornado ally
    All roar down upon the land

    And I met the love of my life
    Getting off a bus
    One August evening

    September

    What can one say about September
    Like June a month of transitions

    And one is filled with ambition
    Wanting to finish up what one started
    Before the fall arrives
    And Winter is hinting it is coming

    School starts
    New jobs start
    New people come into one’s life

    And like August’s hangover
    Big earth shattering events happen

    The fall of the stock market
    The housing bubble bursting

    The endless budget games
    As the politicians argue
    Whether to bankrupt the country
    To make a political point or two

    And 9-11 terrorizing the world
    All September’s gifts to the land

    October

    October is my favorite month of all
    The leaves turn
    The weather is usually delightful

    Just a tease of the coming winter
    Fall ball season underway
    Baseball games and Halloween madness
    ends the month with a huge bang

    And I celebrate my legal birth on the 29th
    Also, the day I legally got married

    And on the October 30 1955

    I was born
    And Rock n Roll was born as well
    Coincidence I think not

    November

    November is one of the strange months
    Begins like a hangover of October
    Then it turns ugly and weird

    Political fever hits the land
    Every two years

    As the people brave the early November chill
    To decide what fools they will send to DC
    The politicians lie and scheme and plot
    And beg and lie again

    And the world turns
    And the new leaders emerge

    Welcome the new Bosses
    Same as the old bosses
    Just new packaging

    And Donald Trump storms the barricades
    Threatening the establishment’s strangle hold
    On America and the world

    Yes, November is a strange month

    December

    Perhaps the loneliness month of all
    The most consequential of all the months
    And yet also the most depressing end of time
    Kind of month

    If the apocalypse zombie or otherwise
    Were to occur
    It would be in December
    That is the sort of insane month it is

    The end of the year
    As darkness settles down on the land

    And holiday parties abound
    Full of false cheer
    And faked love

    And for those who don’t celebrate Christmas
    A lonely day perhaps at the movies
    A few awkward calls to the relatives

    Then New Years
    Watching the world end
    Drinking up a storm

    And knowing that the year ended
    And you are one step closer to the grave

    Poem: Falling rain

    By: Jake Cosmos Allerbig_1486099621_image

    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 End