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Two Drops of Ink has published another one of my poems, “Just Enough for Coffee” which is a poem about the plight of the homeless. They will publish some of my other poems over the next few weeks.
Just Enough for Coffee
A homeless man
Stood on the street
Counting his change
From panhandling all morning
Just had enough for a cup of coffee

All in all
A good start
He ambled off to his favorite coffee shop
Where the owner
Was kind to the homeless
Sometimes
Treating them to a meal
On the house
The man said
I was in your shoes
Once years ago
And you never forget
When you are down
And out
Everyone forgets your face
No one knows your name
For you are now
Invisible
Almost a ghost
The old man tried to pay
The owner said
Keep your change
You need it more than me
Have a meal with me
My friend
On the house
He ordered up
The homeless man’s favorite
Lumberjack special
Eggs, pancakes, sausage, bacon
Cornbread
Lots of hot black coffee
To wash it down
The old man
Often had just one meal a day
Usually, a late breakfast
Sometimes if he were lucky
He would have dinner
And on a red-letter day
He would have three meals
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
Any day now
He prayed nightly
To a god
That he no longer believed in
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.
Poetry Break: Jake Cosmos Aller: 5 Poems for our Times
By: Jake Cosmos Aller
- Poetry Break: Jake Cosmos Aller: 5 Poems for our TimesJanuary 26, 2020
By: Jake Cosmos Aller Morning Light the terrors of the night the worst imaginings of what might happen war, rumors of war end of civilization nuclear war and other horrors… [[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]
Marilyn L. Davis
Morning Light

the terrors of the night
the worst imaginings
of what might happen
war, rumors of war
end of civilization
nuclear war
and other horrors
ripped from the headlines
fade away into nothingness
with the morning light
and the love of my wife
who is always by my side
I regain my sight
and begin
regaining my smile
and my life
until the next nightmares
consumes my dark imaginings
Dora the Intergalactic Explorer

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
not much is known
about them
as very few
have ever been there
the inhabitants are described
as blood thirsty insane creatures
ruled by hidden sexual and political passions
following incomprehensible
religious dogmas following Gods
that clearly do not exist
the inhabitants are just on the verge
of developing intergalactic travel
and the galactic empire
is worried that they will be driven
to try to conquer the rest of the universe
driven by their needs to impose
their religious dogma
everywhere in the world
the planet is divided into large tribal groups
governed by corrupt elites
corrupt businesses destroying the planet
in pursuit of profit
and the locals are little more
than wage slaves
barely making a living
addicted to alcohol, drugs gambling
pornography and illicit sex
and their main land
is ruled by a clearly delusional madman
intent on poking a fight
with all his alleged enemies
Dora assumed the appearance
of a character from TV
and will pose as a journalist
trying to make sense
of it all
but she was afraid
that she if found out
could face the worst consequence
her ship crash lands
and she is outside
the capitol
of the non empire empire
called the United State ofAmerica
Dora gets her crew together
and walks into the city
staring at all the strange sights
as the monkeys go about
their daily activities
she stops at a restaurant
tries the coffee
the chief drug of choice
and is instantly addicted
wow no wonder
these people are crazed
she tries the local booze
and smiles
perhaps she could
become an intergalactic merchant
introducing the world
to the galaxy
her thought are interrupted
as a mad man armed
with weapons of war
bursts in and starts shooting
yelling at people
and she is shot dead
the authorities
are shocked
when they recover the body
and realize
that she is not a human
as she reverts to her original form
sort of a giant feline like creature
two legs and arms
and clearly from an advanced
civilization given her gear
what was she doing
no one knew
as all the aliens
died in the gun blaze
the world is shocked
at what had happened
and fearful that the aliens
were coming to invade
their world
the galactic senate
decides to contain
the humans
declaring them
a threat to the global civilization
and the humans vow
to discover the secrets
of interstellar travel
and travel to her land
to enter into business arrangements
and spread the one truth faith
to the heathen space aliens
thus ended Dora’s excellent adventure
in the crazed world at the edge
of known civilization
Mocking Faces Staring at Me
Mocking faces
hunting my dreams
Hundreds of faces
morphing into one
after another
Faces I knew
The dead
and the living
women i knew
friends I missed
enemies I did not
One after another
Marching in my room
Staring at me
I tried to run
They laughed
They said
that there’s nowhere
to escape my cosmic fate
My time is coming
prepare yourself
the grim reaper
has your name
and once he has your name
your fate is sealed
and you will soon
join us
whether in heaven
or hell
is not for us to say
be warned though
you will be judged
and no one can escape
their cosmic karmic fate
A Wild Man Sits in a Gilded Cage

a wild man sits in a gilded cage
a cage made out of chains of his wife’s love
a cage made out of chains of his wife’s love
the wild man yearning to be free from his cage
the wild man yearning to be free from his cage
wondering how and why he was now tamed
wondering how and why he was now tamed
dreaming dark wild dreams of demented freedom
dreaming dark wild dreams of demented freedom
the wild man looks about his prison cage
the wild man looks about his prison cage
wondering whether he will ever be free
wondering whether he will ever be free
a wild man sits in a gilded cage
2019 The Last Year of America’s Greatness
2019 was the last year of America
when the proverbial chickens came home
when the proverbial chickens came home
to strut about the decaying landscape
to strut about the decaying landscape
as the world begins to burn and die
as the world begins to burn and die
led by the mad great leader and his merry men
led by the mad great leader and his merry men
the whole world lay in shock and awe
the whole world lay in shock and awe
at the destruction of the America they knew
at the destruction of the America they knew
when the proverbial chickens came home
Twin
Spill Words has published ” Hitch Hiking Tales”
Prior Publication
- Just an Unhinged Lunatic Howling at The Moon
- Howling at The Moon
- One Crazy day*
- God’s Confession
- Wild Thoughts Run Amuk
*previously published
Just An Unhinged Lunatic Howling At The Moon

On a moonlit late night
I sat in a bar
Drinking drams of demented, fermented dream dew
Just an unhinged lunatic
Dreaming of howling at the full moon
Watching the world walk by
Looking at all the fine looking babes
Walking by the street
Thinking wild, erotic thoughts
Of endless wild libertine passions
When into the bar
Walked the most beautiful women
In the Universe
So wild, so free
So wonderfully alive
I did not know what to do
As this vision of delight
Sauntered through the bar
In a skin tight leather pants
Looked so fine
That my eyeballs hurt
And finally I had to say something
So I gathered up my manly courage
And walked up to her
And she looked at me
And instantly bewitched my soul
With a devilish grin
I lost all reason
And became a raving lunatic
Unhinged lunatic
Howling at the moon
Foaming at the mouth
A wild, free werewolf
Howling at the lunatic light
Of the full Moon
Howling At The Moon

He stood outside
Between the trees
In a field
On the outside of town
Beneath the lunatic rays
Of the blood red full moon
The lunatic lights of the moon
Casts a wild primeval glow
On him
The hormonal chemicals are unleashed
The wild beast within
Escapes it chain
And he howl with delight
A werewolf
Free at 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 he sits
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 though
He disappears into the lunatic light
Of the full moon
And he wake ups
Alone,
In my bed
Saying, man that was quite a night
I better not go there again
the Wild man
Laughs
He has heard that before
And he joins him
In howling at the moon
One Crazy Night
One crazy night
Last night
I could not get to sleep
At all
Last night
I could not get to sleep
At all
I looked up
Looked out at the window
At the full moon
Saw by its lunatic light
Your face
Was in the moon
And I looked up
At the light
That crazy light
And dreamed last night
I was with you
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 how are you
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
I was sitting alone in a godforsaken bar
Heading to hell
As fast as I could drink it down
twenty drinks too sober
Enjoying my lonely drink
Drinking by my lonesome self
With my partners
Jimmy Dean, and the Walker brother
And his old Grand Dad
Just drinking and hanging
with the Jack Daniels Gang
having one bourbon, one scotch and one beer
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
Starting at me
With that thousand year old stare
Just another washed up
Lunatic
Too many drugs
Too many bad nights
Just another acid causality
from the 60’s
who never came back
stuck in his own wonderland
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 lives 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 father that Jesus dude sadden by what I had seen
God was dead
And we had all conspired
To kill him
Wild Thoughts Run Amok
Wild Thoughts
Wild fantasies
Fill my head
Running through my brain
Like electric currency
My eyes are consumed
By the burning fires
Of unquenched desire
She still has that thing
That wild crazy thing
And she still impresses me
Compels me
Inspires fear
And I am on fire
All over again
The wild infatuation
She caused in my heart
But I was not prepared
The sight of her
Inspired dreams
Of nights of love
That was not to be fulfilled
My heart filled
With wild erotic fantasies
And I want her
All over again
Still has that thing that wow crazy thing
That love Jones thing
That wild love Jones thing
Creeps its ugly head
Out of the dark recess
Of my demented soul
I’m on fire over again
Sniffing an opportunity
To cause chaos
Yet again
And so I prepare
To run away
Ere I get consumed
By unrequited passion
Again
Dreams of possible love
And lust
Come bubbling out
Out of the swamps
Of my fertile imagination
And I pray to the gods
To give me wisdom
To avoid taking
The path that leads
To my destruction
DRAGON FLY IN MY MIND
Dragonflies of my mind
dragon flies
of my mind
fly above
the garden of my mind
Floating amid the flowers
And the weeds
Tracking butterflies
and demon flies
That infects the garden of my mind
The flowers bloom bright
Attracting butterflies
The demon weeds
Sprout here and there
Screaming
Look at me
Look at me
Trying to spread
Their poisonous thoughts
That is the mind
In the temple
That is the body
The body
Of a man
Made in the image of God
The dragonfly
flies above
The chaos
and the sonic soup
That makes up
The inner sound
The dragonfly
Is majestic
In its indifference
To the turmoil down below
It floats above
The sonic soup
The bugs and cockroaches
Crawl out of the weeds
Trying to spread
like wild fire
Through the mind
And at night
I can hear them
Crawling among the web pages
Of my mind
Be gone
Oh difficult, negative thoughts
Be gone
Like the bugs
I’ll squash you like
The evil creatures
You really are
The sweat music
Invades my soul
Driving away
The evil bugs
And I soar
Like the majestic
Dragon fly
Far above
The chaos below
Only seeing the beauty
That fills up
The garden of my mind
One can choose
To be the dragon fly
Or to be consumed
And turned into the cockroaches
Of death, despair and hate
And I fly
Far away
Above
The sound of silver trumpets
Silver sound
Suspended forever
In the pink crystalline sky
Of my mind
Let us fly away
Into the deep night
On the wings of the cosmic dragon fly
And leave behind, forever
The cockroaches of my mind
REFLECTIONS
One lousy, lonely, loathsome demented night
In a god forsaken 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
I sat alone in the bar
Alone with my dismal thoughts
Full of somber thoughts
Dismal reflections
Thinking dismal thoughts
Of what I was going to do
twenty drinks too sober
Where I was heading to
Where I was coming from
I had no clue
No idea at all
Where my futur set alarm in the bar I havee path lay
So, I sat
Drinking alone in the bar
Twenty drinks too sober
I considered my beer
Just another middle age looser
Crying into his beer
I saw my reflection
In the glass of beer
I saw an old man
Staring back at me I have
A lonely man
A stranger staring at me
I looked at this man
This stranger
That I had become
And wondered
What the hell had happened to me
During my life
I stared at the old man
In the beer glass
Wondering to myself
Where did this old man come from
What the there’s a lot of fans hell did he want from me
Who the fuck was he
And what was he doing
In my god damned beer
So I decided
To speak my god damned mind
I said
Say old man
In my beer glass
Come on out of there
Come to life
Old dude
And talk to me
I want to know
Who the fuck you are
And what you are doing
In my beer
Come to life
Let me see
Whom I am going to be
The old man grinned
And laughed the laugh where is coming from I had no clue
Of the insane
The laugh of the newly Enlighted ones
Who finally realized the absurdity of existence
And then he looked at me
With a thousand-year stare
And transformed himself
Morphed into a hideous snarling beast
A werewolf stared at me
And he growled
So punk
You want to know
What I am doing in your beer
Well it is like this
Dude
I am the ghost of your past
And I am here to show you
What you have done
And what you have failed to do
With your miserable life Cologne in the van 20 things to Solvang insert in my mirror me just another middle-age music binder is very
So, let the show begin
I saw one by one
Parading across my beer
All the people I have known
All my friends
All my enemies
All my casual acquaintances
And most importantly
All the women I had ever know
All the women I had ever lusted after
All of them came out lonely man stranger Alicia me look at this man
One by one
They stopped and told me
What they really thought of me
Of my foolish pride
My foolish behavior
My folly
My sexual desires
MY lust
And one by one they judged me
A jury of my peers
And they found me guilty
As charged
SS came by
My first r hang in there stranger and become and wondered what the hell and have an amino my lifeeal love
MM too
SG as well
CP was there
Miss K
Miss CDN
The perfect lover of the east
Who fled away
From my protestations of love
And Angela
The one and only
Who married me
And still is proud
To be my wife
And the parade continued
Nameless bar girls
With whom I had consorted
Spent a night of aimless sex
One by one they came by
Commending me
Laughing at me
SB came by
Khun J
She with the great voice
Came by
Khun M
As did the GM
And on and on and on
The four A’s in Bombay
The one I almost had
The ones that broke my heart
And allowed my creative juices
To run wild
And others come alive
Who remains nameless
By choice
The boss came by
As did the other ones
Everybody looking at me
I stopped
Stood up
Scream
Stop this torture
Stop it right now
Mr. Beer God
Or Devil
Whoever you may be
Nothing but the laughter
Of the damn
Echoing across the room
I looked up
They were all there
In the room
Looking at me
I stood up
And tried to touch the oh noon and talk to me I want to know what the fuck you are and when you were doing in my mirror come drive let me see who am I going to meanm
Nothing but illusions
Nothing there
I cried into my beer
The anguished cry of the damned
Just another fool
Crying into his beer
Did I have the courage
The wisdom to make amends
Did I know
What I had to do
Did I have the courage
To quit lusting
Over what I cannot have
To accept
That all the love
I need
Is in my wife’s eyes
And in her heart
And so I looked the beer god
In the eye afternoon saying I have Internet line
And dranked my beer
And walked out the door finally realizes her Geneva sister
Confidently facing the future
Free of doubts
Full of love
And proud of all I had done
Knowing that I was not guilty
Of the crimes charged
the Bench a Short Story
One November afternoon, about 5 pm, Sam Adams, an white man in his late
60s was doing his usual daily walk in Lithia Park in Ashland, Oregon. Sam had retired to
Oregon after serving in the U.S. government as a diplomat for many years. He had grown up in
Berkeley but had visited Ashland over the years. He and his wife, Linda, were big fans of the
Shakespeare festival. Linda was worried that Sam was showing signs of Alzheimer’s but Sam
was not worried. He told Linda every day he would always remember how to find his way back
to her.
They had been married for 45 years. They met on a bus in South Korea when Sam was
teaching there for the US Army before joining the State Department. Linda Lee was Korea. It
was love at first sight and they got married two months after meeting.
Since retirement they were inseparable but Sam often went for his walks alone. He would walk deep into Lithia Park following the Lithia creek upriver until he came upon his favorite bench and sat there a while. The bench was a simple wooden bench, surrounded by Japanese Maple trees which were in full color display that afternoon. It was a pleasant spot and Sam had been going there every day for almost two years.
Soon, as usual, he was lost in thought, dreaming of his past life, thinking of his past loves, thinking dark thoughts preparing mentally for the coming end times of his life. Sam had a premonition that death was stalking him and that his time was near. He never told his wife that because he did not want to worry her. But he had insisted that they had gotten their estate plan completed, and he felt ready to go any day now.
Sam had plenty to think about – he and Linda had had an eventful life. He had lived in over ten countries around the world and traveled to 50 states. After retiring he had become a blogger and worked on that off and on. But lately, he felt that time was slipping away from him. As he sat on the bench, meditating on his past life, something strange occurred. The bench woke up and spoke to Sam.
“Sam, how are you doing? 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 chair had spoken to him. Sam laughed and said,
“well chair if you can speak tell me what you know.”
The chair spoke of Sam’s life and of the life of others in the community that Sam knew. The chair said he knew everything that occurred in the lives of the people that sat on his bench. And the trees knew too as did the cosmic cat and even the squirrels knew. But people, well they just did not know how to listen to nature and to the world around them. In a way, it was too bad because the bench had so much wisdom to implant.
Sam and the bench began talking. Soon a black cat appeared. He said that he was a cosmic cat as most cats are. Cats he explained are special creatures – not originally from this planet and descended from great warriors that crashed landed on earth millions of years ago. Cats were so often dismissed by humans as alien freaks or as annoying pests. But cats were really man’s best friend. And all cats had a sixth sense about death. They knew when it was time to go. The cat said the Grimm reaper was coming to Sam’s place that night and that Sam would be gone the next day.
Sam said,
“Cosmic cat do you know what will happen to me? Will I go to heaven or Hell? Is there a heaven or a hell?”
“Sam, that is beyond my pay grade as they say. I do know that life continues after death but heaven and hell I don’t know much about. It is different for us cats. We come back to life as cats again and again can’t seem to escape our karmic fate. Humans well the move on to the next level of existence and we never see them again. Oh, here is the Grimm Reaper himself.”
The Grimm Reaper walks up to Sam and introduces himself. The Grimm Reaper was a handsome man dressed in all black clothes, with a black hat and tie on. He said that he is just part of an army of Grimm Reapers and was breaking protocol to talk with Sam. He was so impressed that Sam had developed the ability to talk to animals, trees and the cosmic bench that he had a deal to make.
Sam intrigued said,
“What’s the deal?”
I will give you one more month to live but you let me into your life like in the movie, Joe Black. Always wanted to try that. At the end of your life, God may grant me my wish to be a mortal for a few years. Here’s how it is going to play out. I will introduce myself as your long lost son from an affair long ago. You will welcome me into your life and Linda will eventually accept me as your son as well.
Every day we will come back here and continue our conversation. At the end of the month, you will go on to the other world and I will stay behind as your son and stay with your wife to comfort her until it is her time to go and then you will be reunited. For you are special true soul mates and will be together forever. Do we have a deal?”
Sam said “sure.”
The bench smiled, the cat was happy, the squirrel came down from the tree after getting assurances that the Cat would not eat him that day and congratulated him as well. The Maple tree finally spoke and blessed the deal as well.
As night deepened, he turned slowly towards home, accompanied by the Grimm Reaper who decided to call himself Joe Black, and the cosmic cat.
He said goodnight to the cosmic bench in the park, acknowledging that he would be back
same time, same station, day after day until Joe released him from this mortal world.
The end
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