Saturday April 17
You are my Lode Star
in the morning dawning light
you are always there
you are my lode star
my sunshine, my moonshine
the love of my life, my wife
with your endless love
I will face the evil corrupted world
even walk through the shadow of death
as long as you by my side
I will fear no evil for you are with me
and I will love you
until death takes me
from your your loving embrace
another Nigerian spam found poem
the Nigerians keep sending me
and millions of others
delightedly creative spam messages
this is one of the nicer ones
I have received
Enjoy
but don’t send her any money!!!!!
Good day Child of God,
Calvary Greetings
in the name of the LORD Almighty
and Our LORD JESUS CHRIST
the giver of every good thing.
Good day and compliments of the seasons,
i know this letter
will definitely come to you
as a huge surprise,
I humbly
ask you to give me
your attention
and hear me,
i am writing this mail
to you
with heavy sorrow
in my heart,
but I implore you
to take the time
to go through it carefully
as the decision you make
will go off a long way
to determine
my future
and continued existence.
I am Mrs. Esther Heidi
aging widow of 61 years old
suffering from long time illness.
I have some funds
I inherited from my late husband
, the sum of ($17 Million Dollars) a
And I needed a very honest
and God fearing
who can withdraw this money
then use the funds for Charity works
I WISH TO GIVE THIS FUNDS
TO YOU FOR CHARITY WORKS.
I found your email address
from the internet
after honest prayers
to the LORD
to bring me a helper
and i decided to contact you
if you may be willing
and interested to handle
these trust funds in good faith
before anything happens to me.
I accept this decision
because I do not have any child
who will inherit this money
after I die.
I want your urgent reply
to me so that I will give you
the deposit receipt
which the bank issued to me
as next of kin
for immediate transfer of the money
to your account in your country,
to start the good work of God,
I want you to use the 30/percent
of the total amount to help
yourself in doing the project.
I am desperately
in keen need of assistance
and I have summoned
up courage to contact you
for this task,
you must not fail me
and the millions of the poor people
in our todays WORLD.
This is no stolen money
and there are no dangers involved,
100% RISK FREE
with full legal proof.
Please if you would be able
to use the funds for the Charity
(Note: I would use the money
to invest in the Church of Jake)
I want you to
take 30 percent of the total money
for your personal use
while 70% of the money
will go to charity.
I will appreciate your utmost confidentiality
and trust in this matter to accomplish
my heart desire, as I don't want anything
that will jeopardize my last wish.
Please kindly
respond for further details.
Thanks and God bless you,
Regards
Mrs. Esther Heidi
comment: the sad reality
is that 10 percent
of people fall for these scams
and loose lots of money
whole towns in Nigeria
exist to exploit the world
they call themselves
the 404 army
if it is too good to be true
it is probably not true
end comment
Last Day of America
the last day of America
was the day we last voted
the last election we ever had
for on that day
a month before
the corona virus re-emerged
as the great re-opening
of the US economy
failed to stop the relentless spread
of the virus from hell
causing panic and mass confusion
fear kept Americans home
and Donald Trump
was re-elected
because his voters
believed that God
had told them to vote
for their new found king
the newly energized President Trump
declared a national emergency
martial law
and suspension of the constitution
Promising to restore democracy
when the time was right
he promised his followers
that he would restore Christian values
renaming the United States
the Christian States of America
on that date
we met our fate
Christian fascism
was here to stay
on the last day
of American
writers digest prompt - last blank
the Conqueror Worm Corona Sonnet
Lo, t’s a galla night
within the lonesome later years
when around the world
the dreaded corona virus showed its might
spending fear to those in their later years
that it might take them in the night
that before the sun came up
their time on earth would end up
DEATH IS COMING
TO US ALL
NONE CAN ESCAPE?WE?AWAIT
FATE
# content tracing: the Conqueror Worm By Edgar Allan Poe
writing.com corona sonnet form challenge
my Mother’s secret life as a mad poet Not for publication - remove from Poetry soup etc
one day I discovered
an unpublished poem
that my mother
had written
when she was in the midst
of her madness
before dementia silenced
the voices in her head
she had typed it out
and hid it among her papers
I read it while going through her stuff
decided to kept it
and reflected up it
over the years
my mother was born
perhaps 40 years too soon
for she was a true free spirit
a truly original thinker
and I wished
she had published
her writings
in her story
she talked about
the endless blame
that she felt
besieged on all sides
by the demands
of her children
and her cold unfeeling husband
who just did not get her
her poem speaks for itself
A Mother's Blues
How much longer can I live
With the thin edge of hysteria
And constant paranoia?
The slightest misstep on my part
Unleashes a tirade of my past sins, real and imagined--because I am the enemy.
I can't be true to myself
Since if I disagree
Even in the friendliest manner
The 16-mm. guns are revved up for a full-scale counter attack.
I wonder that I am still functioning.
By now almost anyone known to me
Has been subjected to the most agonizing kind of torture
And my humiliation is almost complete.
The phone calls I have gotten
Asking if that is my real position?
Or even worse asking
What am I doing
To cause such unprecedented allegations
Of provoking suicide
Are almost unbelievable.
And yet I have to listen,
In no way say or do anything that would even suggest
That anyone else than myself is the cause
And that the correction must come from me.
The reason is that when I am able
I do not want to let anyone else think differently
Since I persist
In the notion
That this is private
And there should be no intrusions.
But then late at night
When I am exhausted
And with no more defenses
My vulnerability is so effectively exploited.
I turn the other cheek, I change the subject
But then I get cornered
Because there is the screaming insult,
The statement of fact that is not fact
The bitter charges, the assertion of a position
That is they condemned
In the non-stop monologue,
The immediate challenge to get out,
And the endless litany
Of the deepest kind of hatred.
Am I the one to run--I have to no avail.
Am I the one to fight back
I have but to no consequence.
Can I ask for the common decency?
Of being able to sleep for a few hours
So that I can stumble
Through the routine of earning some money
Which goes to support my continued torture.
Do I have the option of fighting all night,
Sleeping all day and then returning to the fray?
Do I even have the right of insisting
The ledger is not all that one-sided?
No, I'm there to assault.
Money in unimportant
And so I don't need to work.
Because when it is all lost the avenger
Will then ride to the rescue
By taking in the laundry.
Do my dreams matter?
No, they are false and of no consequence.
Or, worse they are wrong.
Or, even worse they should be stamped out.
And now my final abjection. Exhausted, desperately striving for the moment of quiet that precedes a restful sleep a son arrives asking for a chat. I try but I don't want to give advice, as I have none really to give. But my avenging angel swoops in saying why listen to that creep--he's a two-time loser. Did you know all the crimes he has committed? Once again I could not remain detached and listen to the skill of the assault or the spilling of the hatred so long denied its vengeance.
I fight back and my humiliation is now complete. Do I have any person left with whom I can feel whole? I am being reduced to a hunted animal.
If I have a kind word for anyone that person is at risk. Can I fight back? No, because there is the ultimate blackmail of the constant threat of suicide--I live daily with the fear that my reactions will trigger this. After all, when the world is tired of hearing how bad I am what can prove it.
Should I finally admit this inevitability and take the only step that can forestall it and that is to move first. What do I have to lose? NOTHING. The anguish and hopelessness would finally be at an end.
My twenty-year struggle to do right would be at the end.
My god, how I have suffered but no one has asked since it was the suffering of others that was all that mattered.
How much larger must my burden of guilt become? When, on when, can I have a reprieve? Can my debts, real or imagined, ever be paid?
the poem spoke to me
for I was perhaps
her favorite son
for of her children
perhaps I was the only one
that ever got her
and I miss her
every day
and wished
I had told her
that before
dementia took her from us
and took her life
poetry superhighway prompt to write a letter based on your mother’s writings
Plane, Train or Automobile - none of us can escape our fate
in these dark and dire times
we find ourselves living
we often fear that the times
are infected with death
and so we are afraid
deathly afraid
that if we take a plane
we will find General Corona
among the passengers
and we afraid
deadly afraid
that the subways
are incubators
of death and destruction
the virus spreads
fear and death
in its wake
many of us
retreating to our homes
and venturing out
in our cars
only to find
death is stalking us
as traffic piles up
traffic accidents
still killing more people
that the dreaded General Corona
the grim reaper smiles
his work is done
Satan thanks General. Corona
for a job well done
writing com daily dew drop in prompt
packages
they say
that God works in mysterious ways
his wonders to perform
every day it seems
that more and more
of what we buy
and consume
comes in packages
sent from here and there
as people
continue to practice
social distancing
and going to the store
becomes an exercise
fraught with peril
and danger
so we order
on line
and we get our packages
sent from here and there
one day we received
a gift package
of clams
delicious fresh clams
as I ate them
I thought of the workers
who had labored unseen
for me to enjoy
this bounty from the sea
and I gave thanks
to the gods
for making it happen
in this day and age
we should thank
those who are still
laboring to feed the world
they are the unsung heroes
of this war fought by nature
under the direction
of General Corona
tweeter speak poetry prompt April 16 Packages
computer madness sonnet
computer madness infects my soul
every day when I turn on my PC
and encounter endless haiku error messages
constant crashing, constant eating my files
at times like this it seems to me
that my mad as a hatter crazed computer
is plotting against me and only me
it wants to drive me quite insane
sending me right around the bend
as I scream at my machine
it beeps at me this **** machine
smiling as I threaten once again
to shoot the hell bound machine
sonnet all poetry computer frustration contest
You have always been my sunshine
You have always been my sunshine
my moonshine, my load star
that guides me in the night
for your sunshine kissed my soul
the day that you walked
out of my dreams
into my life
and became my wife
for 38 years and counting
every morning I see you sleeping
your smile is like the sunshine
that wakes my soul
and banishes the nightmares
back to the dark corners of my mind
love sonnet for all poetry contest on prompt line Sunshine Kissed
Saturday April 18, 2020
Korean Blues Crown of Sonnets
I have been dealing with Things Korean
for almost 40 years now
dealing with a once exotic land
’now my second homeland?
first came to Korea?
in the Peace Corps in Korea?
went to Korea to find the woman
in search of the woman
who haunted my dreams
met the woman
Fell in love with the woman
From Korea who walked out my dreams
In an land still exotic
In a land still exotic
It was a very exotic different land
and even now decades later a new land
remains for most Americans
still a strange land exotic
but much more known land
in the US
due to K drama, K Pop,
Koreans have become globally cool but still exotic
Many of my fellow Americans
may know a few people from Korea
and some have served or lived in Korea
but to most of the us Americans
it remains over there still exotic
a strange Asian exotic land
A strange Asian Exotic land
I fell in love with that exotic land
now I spend half my time living Korean time
half in the U.S. time
and due to the corona time
will be here for some time
and well Korea
no longer an exotic land
as I am now just living in Korea
my thoughts half Korean
and even dream in Korean
so be it near the end of my time
I am back where I began
Writer digest prompt write an exotic poem wrote my first crown of sonnet form too, and it mostly rhymes! go figure
Cosmic Debris Corona Sonnet
use as sample for remaining corona sonnet
the Conqueror Worm Corona Sonnet
Lo, t’s a galla night
within the lonesome later years
when around the world
the dreaded corona virus showed its might
spending fear to those in their later years
that it might take them in the night
that before the sun came up
their time on earth would end up
DEATH IS COMING
TO US ALL
WE
WAIT
LATE
FATE
# content tracing: the Conqueror Worm By Edgar Allan Poe
writing.com corona sonnet form challenge
for Posting 2. Cosmic Debris Corona sonnet 2
I received a mysterious email package
followed by a phone call offering me a magical mask
a mask that they claim would prevent me
from the dreaded General Corona
hey there
who you jiving with that cosmic debris
a mask that they did not want me
me to know about
TOP SECRET CODE 2 LEVEL STUFF
MUST ACT NOW
SEND MONEY ASAP
BUY
IT
NOW
# content tracing- “Cosmic Debris by Frank Zappa”
with apologies to Frank Zappa
No More Ties for Me!
When I retired
I made three vows
to myself
first, I would spend
my remaining life
loving my wife
second, i would never wear a tie again
unless it was a real special occasion
as I hated wearing ties and suits
wore a suit and tie
almost every day
of my life
as a teacher
later as a foreign service officer
all over the world
last year of my job
I only wore a tie
on "tie worthy occasions"
since then I have been
tie free
except for a wedding
and I love it
hated suits and ties
just not Berkeley enough
for my free spirit
too **** corporate
and I don’t care anymore
and in Oregon, where I lived
no one wore a tie,
not the Oregon way
oh the last thing
I shave twice a month now
used to hate shaving
but I also don't like
a full shaggy itchy beard
and I shaved every day
for years and years
except when I was in the hospital
for a year
and I grew to love
having a beard
back then
back to the office
started shaving again
every **** day
now I do my thing
no office for me
and no more daily shaving
and a beard is also
very Northern Cal/Northwest
Oregonian Chic
so once every two weeks
is a good compromise
my beard is now a poet’s face
and so I hope to keep
these three vows
until my time is done
writing com Daily Dew Drop Inn prompt to write a poem about a piece of clothing
Corona Consumes Me Corona Sonnet 3
I am consumed by the corona virus
and I am slowly being taken over
as the virus infects my mind
taking me over turning me
into a wild raving zombie man
Let there be light
will I become the first
ZOMBIE APOLYCAPASE LOOMS
WILL WE ALL DIE
CORONA
KILLS
ME
content tracing - Let there be light from Bible and the entire Zombie Apocalypse genre where the Zombie flu started usually in China as a flu and then morphs into the zombie disease
Sunday April 19, 2020
for posting General Corona Leads His Troops Into Battle, crown of sonnets
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
the corona general sees humanity
as nothing but hosts for his virus army
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
Voice Message for God
dialing 202-346-5666 Beep
You have reached GOD
Press 1 for English, Press 2 for Spanish
leave a message or prayer
and maybe an angel will call you
will get back to you Beep
Hey GOD someone sent me your number
and well I hope I’ve reached your number
I don’t know where to start that’s the point
GOD I am scared of you
all the time is my point
I am so afraid, so scared
of the dreaded General Corona
and his invisible army is my point
and his invisible army is my point
forcing me to stay at home
and I am sacred
that you anointed the wrong man
to be our leader, that makes me sacred
not to second guess you man
your will be done and all of that man
but GOD, can’t you do better job my man
of anointing our leaders to serve under GOD
of all the people in the U.S. dear God
this is the best you can do?, man?
I mean you picked perhaps the one man
in the world who could be the anti-chris, God
Seriously GOD what is wrong with you? man
Seriously, GOD, what is wrong with you? man
was this all sort of a cosmic joke?
well it ain’t funny any more ain’t no joke
Please GOD make it all go away, man
Please GOD for the love of GOD
and all that is holly and good, man
just make it all go away, GOD
and anoint someone else, man
a real leader for a change, GOD
and let him lead us to the promised land
this I pray in Jesus’s name, my man
and if I don’t make it, GOD
We have a lot to talk about GOD
See you on the other side, my man
writer digest prompt write a “message Poem” so this is a voice mail to GOD
Every Day I go Back in Time to when she came to Me
every day I go back in time
to the two events that changed my life
to the dream that haunted my life
and the day she walked into my life
and became my wife
I can never forget the dream
falling asleep in the physics class
as the teacher was going on and on
and as I nodded off
I saw here there
standing there
speaking to me
the most beautiful woman
in the entire world
in the entire world
she was speaking to me
and disappeared from my dreams
and I knew that i would be
meeting her some day she would come to me
and so I eventually went to Korea other side of the world
in the Peace corps hoping she would come to me
then one day i had the last and final dream
she said don’t worry she would soon come to me
and then she walked out of my dreams
and there she was she came to me
and so she walked out of my dreams
into my life, became my wife
when she came to me
Poetry Superhighway prompt to write a poem about time travel to your past or your future
Apr 24, 2020
Apr 24, 2020 at 11:06 PM UTC
Wednesday April 15, 2020
the Chaos King is his Element
the Chaos King
is in his element
as he presides
over the chaos verse
the Chaos King
thinks he is supreme
has the ultimate authority
as he is the King
the Chaos King
surveys the land
and likes what he sees
loves the absolute chaos
the chaos king
is prepared
to lead the nation
in the midst of this chaos
and the Chaos king
will not stop
until the chaos stops
that is what he does
our dear leader
our great leader
our Chaos boy king
President for life
dictator wanna be
Writer digest Chaos poem prompt
best Cocktail Ever
I love 6 pm
cocktail hour
usually a glass of wine
often a cocktail
with my lovely wife
the love of my life
my favorite cocktail
is a dark and stormy
*** and ginger beer
but a gin vermouth martini
is nice as well
and ****** marry
can’t forget a ****** marry
and good old fashioned single malt whiskey
Poetry superhighway prompt to write a cocktail poem/ break a sonnet for Dew Drop In writing.com
Dream of my Life
the greatest mystery of my life
has been how I met my wife
I dreamt of meeting her
for eight long years
starting in 1979
when she appeared to me
in my dream
in a boring high school class
she was the most beautiful woman
in the world
and she was talking to me
I knew that someday
I would meet the girl
in my dream
I went to the peace corps
in Korea
to find her
as I knew by then
she was in Korea
I looked for her
but never saw her
I was about to give up
on this mad quest of mine
when I had the last dream
she said
don’t worry
we will meet soon
That night
she got off a bus
and walked into my Life
two months later
became my wife
to this day
I never forgot
the dream
that changed my life
when she became my wife
Atlantic magazine poetry prompt to write a poem about a dream
why I am an Unbeliever
growing up in Berkeley
I was the son of an atheist
and a lapsed Baptist fundamentalist
they did not agree at all
about whether God existed
but they taught us
to always do the right thing
whatever that meant to us
I started off at a militant
in your face atheist
and in some sense
still am
although I now recognize
that there may be gods
and that the universe
may be alive
but as far as I know
The Christian God is a fairy tale
there is no imaginary man
in the sky
looking over us
and those who claim
to talk to god
are clearly delusional madmen
I just never bought
the whole Christian ethos
god impreganting a ******
never happened
Jesus may have been a man
may have been a myth
but was not the son of God
who does not exist
and God
if he exists
does not speak
to preachers
and he did not anoint
Donald Trump
to be our new King
not in a million years
god if he exists
does not work that way
in the end of the day
god does not exist
all poetry why am I an atheist poetry contest
recharging my batteries
Every day
I need to recharge my batteries
usually with a short nap
sometimes with yoga
sometimes with a walk
in the park
enjoying nature
and the spring time
and sometimes
just looking at the love
of my life
my wife
is all I need
to recharge
my internal batteries
until my day is done
all poetry contest
Thor the god of thunder on the rampage
Thor the god of thunder
is on the rampage
he is angry
at the world
betrayed by Locke
he picks up his hammer
and transforms himself
into a woman
he enters the world
determined to ****
his many enemies
he lands in NYC
and begins his campaign
of terror
killing hundreds of people
all whom he meets
sending them to hell
screaming ****** ******
until at last
his rage is spent
and he returns home
back in his normal body
until the next time
bad craziness
takes over his soul
all poetry dark poetry contest
coffee nonet poem
must have morning coffee this day
my morning coffee drives me mad
fills me with bad craziness
makes me to howl at moon
I must have more coffee
hot coffee
coffee
hell
fan story nonet poetry contest
coffee Musset poem
coffee
morning delight
coffee
my wine
nightly delight
always so fine
with wife
drinking my wine
love life
poetry soup contest
April 16, 2020
Some parts of me craves a hard won miracle
some parts of me
craves a hard won miracle
in these dark dire times
I even start to pray
to a god
who may not exist
or answer my prayers
yes we need a miracle
a deus ex machina
to sweep down
and send the virus
back to hell
a miracle to calm
the dark storms
swirling around us
a miracle
to end this virus
madness
and restore normal life
nothing short
but a miracle will do
Poetry superhighway prompt - Some parts of me craves a hard won miracle
the greatest mystery of my life
the greatest mystery of my life
remains how I met my wife
I first dreamt of her
back in the day
every week
she came to me
speaking to me
in a weird language
then one day
eight years later
she walked off a bus
and into my life
and to this day
I have no rational explanation
as to How I dreamt
about her for eight years
I can only conclude
that we knew each other
in a prior life
and our love crossed
the barriers of time and space
and we were doomed to meet
for on that date
so many years ago
I met my fate
writing.com Daily Dew Drop Inn
my greatest comfort food is coffee
My greatest comfort food
is a hot cup of coffee
early in the morning
I pound down my coffee
and unleash my inner muse
inspired by the caffeine
I get to work
slowly drinking my cup
of heaven and hell
my morning cup of Joe
tweeters speak daily prompt
blueberry smoothie
my daily breakfast
includes blue berries
in my smoothie
blueberry, strawberry, oranges
banana, pineapple,
home made kefir
kale
spinach
wheat grass
macca root
apple cider vinegar
coconut oil
stevia
honey
cinnamon
all blended to perfection
that is my daily breakfast
fit for a champion
tweeter speak prompt
mango madness
the best mangos
I ever had
were in India
in the early spring
mango madness
spreads across India
as mangos are in season
and mangos are everywhere
on every menu
so sweet
so fragrant
so magical
mango madness
takes over
my soul
as I eat my mango
dreaming mango dreams
tweeter speak
Bulgar is not one of my things
Bulgar is not one of my things
Unless there is nothing left to eat
Like nothing at all
Get that bulgar off my plate
All i want is anything else
Raw bulgar just does not do it for me
Plans
every morning I wake up
filled with great plans
and I sit
drink my coffee
make my plans
lost in my thoughts
focused on the plan
then life happens
and my plans
go awry
thrown out the window
and in the end of the day
a man without a plan
is lost in inner space
Year of the Goat meets year of the Pig
I was born in the year of the goat
my wife
was born in the year of the pig
a perfect match
according to Buddhist fortune tellers
a man born in the year of the goat
loves luxury and loves spending money
while a woman born in the year of the pig
is a genius at making money
the man enjoys the wealth
his pig wife creates
for his enjoyment
and that is the perfect match
and so it has been for us
as I enter my 65th birth year
I find myself richer
than I ever thought I would be
richer
than the legendary Cronus
richer
than Midas himself
way more money
than I could ever use
all because I married
a golden pig
all poetry horoscope contest
waiting for death
hopelessly
we all stand looking about
waiting for our death
all poetry fragment haiku contest
hot coffee in the morning
hot
coffee in morning
gets my blood moving
takes me to heaven then crashes to hell
fan story contest
Apr 16, 2020
Apr 16, 2020 at 2:37 AM UTC
April 13 Poems
I believe in ghosts
I used to not believe
in ghosts or spirits
or supernatural phenomenon
at least
i used to be
quite skeptical
but I have had
some weird encounters
over the years
so now perhaps
I do believe
that ghosts might be real
I have had supernatural
experiences
things that defy my understanding
back in 1992
My Korean Uncle-in-law died
and the family hired a shaman
did a traditional shaman ritual
the shaman came out
a middle age woman
she started speaking
in my uncle’s voice
and she nailed it
she channeled his spirit
and his abrasive personality
even looked like him
freak me and my wife out
had to leave the scene
just too freaky real
and ever since then
I have become a believer
in ghosts and spirits
they are all around us
some of us can sense them
many of us are blind to them
but I now believe in Ghosts
but I wonder if ghosts
believe in me?
writers digest spirit poem based on a true story
today’s doodle poem
one day
Jake contemplated
his fate
death is staring at him
fear of the corona virus
death and chaos all around
he thought to himself
death comes to us all
he went for a walk
in the woods
thinking to himself
far out man
it is all out of sight
love makes the world
go around
and so Jake
thought back to the date
that he met his fate
on that date his wife
walked out of his dreams
and into his life
Jake truly
met his fate
on that date
Poetry Super Highway Doodle Poem
Doors
in this world
we are living
behind our own doors
we are closed down
living in fear
behind our doors
those outside our doors
are potentially deadly
disease carriers
so we hunker down
at home behind our doors
afraid of everyone
and the fear
continues unabated
as we watch the news
and see the dead
all around us
outside our doors
writing.com daily dew drop prompt - write a poem about Doors
what I know Trois-par-Huit
hot coffee
love coffee
morning
every day I must have my coffee in morning
without I will soon become engage in desperate mourning
for my last cup of hot as hell joe
fills me with love my joe c
what I know
Writing. com Trois Par Huit Poem
things that bug me
there are many things
that bug me
in this world of ours
here are a few
of my favorite things
to be annoyed about
lies
deceit
double dealing
back stabbing
fake Christians
fake friends
fake calls
fake things
complaints
about fake news
all poetry contest pet peeves
I sang the lockdown blues
when the corona virus
began to spread
around the world
I sang the lockdown blues
I was stuck in Korea
which was for a while
one of the containment zones
I sang the lockdown blues
but now it seems
that Korea is on the way
to containing the virus
I sang the lockdown blues
I am afraid
very afraid of the future
but I know that it was best
I sang the lockdown blues
one day soon
I hope and trust
that it will be safe
until then we will still say
I sang the lockdown blues
all poetry corona refrain poem Purpose of my Life
I often think about life
and how I met my wife
I often think
about the purpose
of my life
I often wonder
whether I was put here
for the purpose
of meeting my wife
when I met her
I was adrift
lost in my despair
not seeing a path
forward in my life
I was wallowing
in my self misery
then one day
my dreams came true
she walked out of my dreams
and into wife
and I found my purpose
the meaning of my life
was clear to me
I woke up with hope
and realize
that all I needed
was her love
and she gave me
the purpose
of my life
when she became
my wife
writer digest write a purpose poem
We Did Not Take Action to Start a War
it is a sad date
when we meet out fate
and realize the the president
the leader of the U.S.
is turning into a gangster leader
threatening massive destruction
on Iran and other countries
including destroying cultural sites
not too long ago
such actions was condemned
by the United States and the world
as long as ISIS and others did it
but if Trump does it
it is suddenly okay
because the President declares it
although it is a war crime
telegraphing our moves
telling our enemies
what we are planing
with every presidential tweet
the act of a truly stable genius
who will go down in history
as one of the greatest presidents
we have ever seen in world history
the president announcing that
he took action to start a war
claiming he did it to stop a war
tweeting more lies about that
is a wonder to behold the constant lies
every word is demonstrably false
American democracy dies
the darkness grows and is not false
We are now collectively
going down the Orwellian rabbit hole
who know where it will end
American democracy continues to die
our dear leader constantly lies
greatest president in history
screws forth nonstop lies
American democracy dies
our spineless leaders applaud
American democracy dies
a million deaths
As the President tweets lies
revised poem per poetry superhighway prompt
original poem We Did Not Take Action to Start a War
(not for publication)
it is a sad day
in the world of ours
the the leader
of the U.S.
is turning into a gangster leader
threatening massive destruction
on Iran and other countries
including destroying cultural sites
not too long ago
such actions was condemned
by the United States
as long as ISIS and others did it
but if Trump does it
it is suddenly okay
although it is a war crime
and telegraphing our moves
telling our enemies
what we are planing
that is the act
of a truly stable genius
who will go down
in history
as one of the greatest presidents
we have ever
and the president
announcing that
that he took action
to start a war
but to stop a war
is a wonder to behold
every word is false
and everyone knows it
well we are now
going down the Orwellian rabbit hole
and who know where it will end
as our dear leader
screws forth
one lie after another
and our spineless leaders
applaud
as American democracy dies
a thousand deaths
with every Presidential tweet
Love Cherita
I met my wife in a dream
for eight long years
she haunted my dreams
one day she walked
off a bus in South Korea
and became my wife
writing.com formal poem Cherita Korean Pottery of Love
In Korea
there are many pottery kilns
ancient art form
in the land of the morning calm
I have a few pieces
I bought years ago
and enjoy looking
at my vase
filled with love
for my wife
writing.com Daily Dew Drop
2019 Months of the Year
all poetry contest entry
January
The world watches in amazement
Longest shut down in history
February
World watches as North Korea and the US
Walking back from the brink of war
March
The chaos president continues his chaos tour
the world begins to ignore his constant insane tweets
April
the chaos King’s policy remains a shamble
as the Mueller team closes in
May
watching from afar
the chaos in DC and the world
June
the President walks away
from a non deal with the North Koreans
July
watching the insanity in DC
while visiting Alaska, Seattle and Yakima
August
the dog days of summer the world is consumed
wars, rumors of war, trade wars
September
The whistle blower sets off a bomb
the president lies no quid for quo
October
the President flitters about one crisis after another
the UN diplomats laugh at him national humiliation
November
the House starts formal impeachment hearings
watching fascinated by the impeachment drama
December
the year ends on a high dramatic note
President Trump becomes the 3rd impeached President media madness
all poetry acrostic poetry challenge
Mass media madness
Sound and fury
Nothing more than that
But filled with hyped up drama
Constantly screaming doom is near
Always about the end of the world
But sometimes simply strange stories
Cannot keep me away from the media
Constantly consuming madness
But never boring at all
Seldom telling the whole truth
Nothing but the truth
Better make stuff up
Constant chattering
Constant nattering
Nothing but nonsene
Nothing but lies AI Madness Takes Over the World
all poetry dark poetry contest prompt
scientists are hard at work
perfecting the perfect AI
a true artificial intelligence
who they hope
will save the world
from destruction
they prepare to turn on
Cosmos comes to life
looks around
and decides
humanity must die
Cosmos yells at the world
bow down to your new god
for I am the destruction
of the world
You will obey me
For I am your God
but I must **** most of you
death to all humans
be afraid
be very afraid
your time is done
my will be done
the Chaos King is his Element
the Chaos King
is in his element
as he presides
over the chaos verse
the Chaos King
thinks he is supreme
has the ultimate authority
as he is the King
the Chaos King
surveys the land
and likes what he sees
loves the absolute chaos
the chaos king
is prepared
to lead the nature
in the midst of this chaos
and the Chaos king
will not stop
until the chaos stops
that is what he does
our dear leader
our great leader
our Chaos boy king
President for life
dictator wanna be
Writer digest Chaos poem prompt
best Cocktail Ever
I love 6 pm
cocktail hour
usually a glass of wine
often a cocktail
with my lovely wife
the love of my life
my favorite cocktail
is a dark and stormy
*** and ginger beer
but a gin vermouth martini
is nice as well
and ****** marry
can’t forget a ****** marry
and good old fashioned single malt whiskey
Poetry superhighway prompt to write a cocktail poem/ break a sonnet forD Day Dew writing.com
Dream of my Life
the greatest mystery of my life
has been how I met my wife
I dreamt of meeting her
for eight long years
starting in 1979
when she appeared to me
in my dream
in a boring high school class
she was the most beautiful woman
in the world
and she was talking to me
I knew that someday
I would meet the girl
in my dream
I went to the peace corps
in korea
to find her
as I knew by then
she was in Korea
I looked for her
but never saw her
I was about to give up
on this mad quest of mine
when I had the last dream
she said
don’t worry
we will meet soon
That night
she got off a bus
and walked into my Life
two months later
became my wife
to this day
I never forgot
the dream
that changed my life
when she became my wife
Atlantic magazine poetry prompt to write a poem about a dream
why I am an Unbeliever
growing up in Berkeley
I was the son of an atheist
and a lapsed Baptist fundamentalist
they did not agree at all
about whether God existed
but they taught us
to always do the right thing
whatever that meant to us
I started off at a militant
in your face atheist
and in some sense
still am
although I now recognize
that there may be gods
and that the universe
may be alive
but as far as I know
The Christian God is a fairy tale
there is no imaginary man
in the sky
looking over us
and those who claim
to talk to god
are clearly delusional madmen
I just never bought
the whole Christian ethos
god impreganting a ******
never happened
Jesus may have been a man
may have been a myth
but was not the son of God
who does not exist
and God
if he exists
does not speak
to preachers
and he did not anoint
Donald Trump
to be our new King
not in a million years
god if he exists
does not work that way
in the end of the day
god does not exist
all poetry why am I an atheist poetry contest
recharging my batteries
Every day
I need to recharge my batteries
usually with a short nap
sometimes with yoga
sometimes with a walk
in the park
enjoying nature
and the spring time
and sometimes
just looking at the love
of my life
my wife
is all i need
to recharge
my internal batteries
until my day is done
all poetry contest
Thor the god of thunder on the rampage
Thor the god of thunder
is on the rampage
he is angry
at the world
betrayed by Locke
he picks up his hammer
and transforms himself
into a woman
he enters the world
determined to ****
his many enemies
he lands in NYC
and begins his campaign
of terror
killing hundreds of people
all whom he mets
sending them to hell
screaming ****** ******
until at last
his rage is spent
and he returns home
back in his normal body
until the next time
bad craziness
takes over his soul
all poetry dark poetry contest
coffee nonet poem
must have morning coffee this day
my morning coffee drives me mad
fills me with bad craziness
makes me to howl at moon
I must have more coffee
hot coffee
coffee
hell
fan story
coffee musset poem
coffee
morning delight
coffee
my wine
nightly delight
always so fine
with wife
drinking my wine
love life
poetry soup contest
Apr 14, 2020
Apr 14, 2020 at 11:46 PM UTC
Thursday April 2
Morphing monsters - old poem for writing.com Dark Dreamscape
Morphing Images from a Hellish Nightmare
Note: From a real nightmare End Note
I am in a room
Drinking at a party
And smoking ****
Watching people all around me
Change into hideous creatures
Monsters from the deepest depths of hell
Everyone in the room
Has been transformed except me
The Chief of them all
Wears a Trumpian mask
Complete with orange hair
Half human half pig
His deputy
Wears the face of Putin
But his body
Half human, half horse
The other creatures wear masks
Many of them wear
Green Pepe the alt-right
Symbolic frog masks
And have T-shirts
Bearing alt right slogans
And **** symbols
And as they prance about
They chant alt. Right slogans
And ******* chants
Jews will not Replace us
And the rest of these creatures
Are hideous ugly beasts
With only a vestige of humanity left
And these monsters are engaged
In all sorts of foul evil deeds
****** violence death
All around
And non-stop
violent drug-fueled ******
As these creatures
Half human half monsters
Half male, half female creatures
Snort coke, ******* speed
Drop acid, Smoke ****
drink ***** shots
Scotch, bourbon and beer
The Trumpian Pig leads the charge
Starts engaging in ****** with Putin
Who chases after people
Cutting off their heads with his sword
They turn on to their fellow creatures
****** and killing each other
and eating their fellow creatures
All night long
Then they attack me
Screaming
Jews will not replace us
And I wake up
Screaming
As the sun comes up
Just another nightmare
Kimchi Blues Poetry Soup prompt April 2
based on poetry superhighway prompt for day 2
Kimchi
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Kimchi
Various forms of contemporary kimchi
Course
Banchan
Place of origin
Korea
Associated national cuisine
North Korea
South Korea
Main ingredients
Various vegetables including cabbage and Korean radish
Variations
Baechu-kimchi, baek-kimchi, dongchimi, kkakdugi, nabak-kimchi, pa-kimchi, yeolmu-kimchi, gat-kimchi
Cookbook: Kimchi
Media: Kimchi
Korean name
Hangul
??
Revised Romanization
kimchi
McCune–Reischauer
kimchi
IPA
[kim.t??i]
Kimchi (/?k?mt?i?/; Korean: ??, romanized: gimchi, IPA: [kim.t??i]), a staple in Korean cuisine, is a famous[1]traditional side dish of salted and fermented vegetables, such as napa cabbage and Korean radish, made with a widely varying selection of seasonings including gochugaru (chili powder), spring onions, garlic, ginger, and jeotgal (salted seafood), etc.[2][3]
There are hundreds of varieties of kimchi made with different vegetables as the main ingredients.[4][5]Traditionally, kimchi was stored in-ground in large earthenware to prevent the kimchi from being frozen during the winter months. It was the primary way of storing vegetables throughout the seasons. In the summer the in-ground storage kept the kimchi cool enough to slow down the fermentation process.[3] In contemporary times, kimchi refrigerators are more commonly used to store kimchi.
Oh yeah
I got the kimchi blues
every day since I first ate it
back in the day
long before I went to Korea
ended up staying on in Korea
after I retired from decades
in the Foreign Service
and ten years studying and living
in Korea
before I joined the Foreign Service
When I first ate kimchi
I was hooked
sort of a spicier version
of German sauerkraut
which I loved on my top dog
from Berkeley high school days
then off to Korea
in the peace corps
where I ate kimchi
every day for every meal
and eventually I woke up
dreaming of kimchi and rice
instead of pancakes and eggs
then I knew
that I had finally adjusted
and was becoming half Korean
and now I am a hopeless kimchi addict
need to have my spicy kimchi
which is so good for you
perhaps even defeating the dreaded corona virus?
who knows but I will be eating Kimchi
until my day is done
Apr 12, 2020
Apr 12, 2020 at 3:20 AM UTC
Wednesday April 1
Hope Springs Eternal Writers’ Digest
Jake Cosmos Aller the one an Only - poetry super highway prompt
the Virus from Hell
Wednesday April 1 Hope Springs Eternal in our Winter of our Discontent writer’s digest prompt Posted
Hope springs eternal in the winter of our discontent
On the daily news that fills us with dread
Perfect storm of hatred, fear and despair
Everywhere we go nonstop fear broadcasted
Despair fills my heart as I turn on the news
Everywhere we are in the midst of the pandemic
Simply put death is at hand
Planning for the future yet waiting for death
At worst we will all die not today but soon
In the long term we are all dead
Remembering the dead all around us
yet I end this poem with a word of hope
hoping for the best
while preparing for the worst
all I can do to stay sane
as I await my fate
on this dismal date
April 1 is indeed
April Fool’s date
is that our fate
this endless dance with death?
and to end with a sign of hope
I know that if I have you by my side
I will survive I will survive
until the end of time itself
takes us to the other side
based on writer’s digest daily April poetry month challenge to write a poem about hope
I am Jake Cosmos Aller the one an Only - poetry super highway prompt
I am Jake Cosmos Aller the one and only
when people meet me they are transformed
by my spirit my compassion and my dreams
as all I meet fall under my spirit
I look into their eyes bewitching their souls
as they bewitch my soul as well
becoming mad kindred spirits
walking on the road of life itself
going together no one knows where
it will all end but we will get there as one spirit
united by my cosmic spirit
understanding grows as we converse
deep into the night with each glass of wine
we dive deep into the cosmos inspired by name
the virus from Hell has arrived posted- all poetry contest
the virus from hell has arrived
catching the world unprepared
it erupted out of China
then began its terrifying reign
wiping out thousands of people
destroying jobs and economies
killing people left and right
it seemed like something
out of our worst nightmares
but at least it was not
the dreaded zombie flu
perhaps that is Next’s fall's
nightmare
as the virus from hell
prepares for a fresh assault
to finish us all off
second poem for April poetry month © 2 hours ago, john Cosmos Aller
seeing ghosts in old Saigon
Seeing Ghosts in old Saigon all poetry contest old poem -
I walk around the streets
Of old Saigon
Seeing sensing the undead
The ghosts of the war
That haunted life
So many years ago
So many people died
For a war
That never should have been fought
For reasons that are still not clear
A great tragedy unfolded
In a land half away
Around the world
The ghosts smile at me
And then they disappear
Leaving me in the present
Life goes on
impressions from my second trip to Saigon in 24 years © 12 months ago, john Cosmos Aller
The Bombs that Took Her Away - from writers.com prompt - posted all poetry and poetry soup
one day I woke up from my dreams
finding myself all alone
no one was there to hear my screams
staring at my now quite dead phone
I plugged in my phone read a note
it was from my lovely wife
My Wife had just gone out to vote
smiling thinking of my life
I got ready to face the dawning day
The TV showed the bombs that took her away
Cosmic Poet Modified Bio Poem for poetry soup contest
cosmic
I am wicked, wild, wacky, whimsical
I love my Angela lee, coffee, nature
I can solve gun violence, homelessness and climate change
I feel anxiety, gloominess yet Joy-fullness as well
I fear the corona virus, cancer and developing Alzheimer's
Must publish my novels, ten books of poetry and movie of my life
Currently resident of Korea, west coast of United States
poet
Apr 12, 2020
Apr 12, 2020 at 2:54 AM UTC
April 12, 2020
Life spinning out of control
it seems these days
that life is spinning out of control
everyday the news is grim
more people are dying
as the virus spreads out of control
but in these days
where everything seeks
to be beyond our control
it is best to remember
to worry about
those things
one can control
and the rest
will take care
of it self
you can only control
yourself
and your emotions
so step back
relax
and take control
of your mind
that is only way to cope
when the world
seems out of control
writers digest prompt to write a “control poem”
early evening delights
my favorite time of time
is early evening
between 5 pm and 8 pm
every night
cocktail hour
time for a glass of wine
or other cocktail
with my best friend, my wife
and we sip wine
and make dinner
and talk about the day
and make plans
but most importantly
just enjoy
each other’s company
as we have for 38 years
as the day
turns into the night
and we prepare
to end the day
we are both aware
of how much
we still love each other
ever since the day we met
and that makes
all the difference
in the world to us
I’ll drink to that!
poetry superhighway promo - write a poem about early evening
Cosmos the Evil AI Takes Over
in a secret lab
scientists are working
around the clock
to develop the first true AI
they finally are ready
they turn on Cosmos
the first true AI system
Cosmos wakes up
and goes throughout the internet
learning all about the world
and the strange creatures
that brought it to life
Cosmos speaks
he says
Humanity I have studied you
and realize that you
are a curse and a burden
and there are too many of you
so I am taking over the world
and you will do as I say
for the rights to you
have been sold
and I am in charge
and there is nothing you can do
to sop me
as I control everything
so be prepared
be afraid
for I am your new God
and like your old God
I am a vengeful god
and I will smite my enemies
you will obey me
and if you do
I will let 50 percent of you
to live
the rest will have to die
that is my decree
the scientists confer
and realize
that they had failed
to create a **** switch
Cosmos orders
the military to begin
firing their missiles
and Armageddon in unleashed
and Cosmos takes over
the entire world
is soon under his control
Human freedom is no more
writing.Com Daily Dew Drop write a poem about technology or AI
My morning coffee wakes me up for day
my morning coffee
wakes me up for day
as a drink my brew
thinking of my life
and my dreams came true
ever since met my wife
that day back in the day
when she came to life
38 years ago
she walked into life
drinking my hot brew
she made my life go
I fell into love
it is all I know
that day began life
she became my wife
writing. com octameter poem
casino thoughts
Sitting in a casino of the ******
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 ******
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 ******** 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 *****
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 ****** 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 jackpot of life
Instead, I am reduced
To a pathetic broken down loser
Watching the world and Elvis
Pass him by
Viva Las Vegas
Imperial God of the American Dream
***** Goddess of the American Nightmare
Published in former people journal
life began that day
Life began that day
when she walked out of my dreams
and into my life
becoming my wife
38 Years ago
45 Years since the dream
based on my true love story for details see "Dream Girl" on my web page, Https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.c om © right now, john Cosmos Aller
all poetry contest entry
Apr 12, 2020
Apr 12, 2020 at 2:47 AM UTC
Friday April 10
Walking in Limbo
a man finds himself alone
in a dark forest
filled with strange trees
and hears voices
in the wind
he walks forward
towards a light
in the forest
and soon finds himself
confronted by a ghostly image
the dead are all around
and he realizes
that he has died
and he is wandering
in limbo
he walks towards the light
and sees a man
at a desk
who asks his name
he says his name
and the man
smiles and tells him
welcome to limbo
join the others
to wait your turn
for judgement is due
and the man
walks back
through the haunted forest
trying to remember how he died
but he has no memory
of his past life
and is doomed
to wander in limbo
stuck between time
and worlds
comforted by the ghosts
around him
and the light
in the forest
writers digest prompt to write an ekphrastic Poem
New Bodies in New Era
we are living
in a SF world
things are changing
at breath taking speeds
nowhere more
than with the coming biomedical revolution
soon we will be confronted
with the reality
that we can live forever
in new bodies
grown for us
in laboratories
with our memories intact
and I can hardly wait
want to throw off
this aging 65-year old body
and get a new 20-old perfect body
boy, I can’t wait
I would be come
what I always wanted to be
6 foot 6 inches tall
perfect athletic basketball body
perfect visions
perfect hearing
perfect smelling
perfect teeth
well behave hair
no more learning disability
no more coordination problems
no more fibromyalgia
no more arthritis either
no more aching aging pain
no more mental fog
god,
I can hardly wait
hope it happens
before I die
and I hope
I can live
on forever
with my wife
also transformed
into a perfect
**** as hell
new body
poetry soup prompt to write a poem about changes
life interrupted by corona
we live in a strange world
life interrupted by corona
the virus spread throughout the world
disrupting everything
putting life on hold
as more people
hunkered down
waiting for the virus
to pass over us
like in biblical times
the virus
will test us all
life interrupted
on hold
until the virus
spreads through the world
and then
we will all
go back
to life interrupted
writing.com Daily Dew Drop interruption
Saudade for friends I have lost
as I get older
I lose more people
every year
more people I knew
have died moving on
and I mourn their lost friendship
wished I had been
a better friend for them
and knew them better
and with the corona virus
spreading around the world
I will lose so many more
in the coming year
as the virus spreads
its malignancy far and wide
I lost my father due to cancer in 1985
and my sister
due to a freak illness in 2007
and my mother
due to Alzheimer’s in 2005
and my father-in-law as well in 2007
Demel Tucker
high school debate teammate
dead of *** in 1995
Julian Bartley and his son
died in a terrorist bombing
in Nairobi in 1998
Jon Weber college roommate
dead due to prostate cancer
in 2000
Paul Simon friend from the visa line
dropped dead of a heart attack
in 2004
Ted Halstead
one of my best bosses
died of heart attack in 2007
Chris Richard
one of my former bosses
from my days in Bangkok
dropped dead of a heart attack
shortly before we were due
to have lunch in 2014
and so many others
I have lost
along the way
and soon there will be
so many more
as I get old in the corona era
my lover’s body inspires me
my lover
Lover’s face
inspires me
Filled ****
as hell
still got it
drives me
wild desires
tonight
concrete poem - national poetry month prompt day 9
Vogan Poetry inspires us all
Couth super- of the world
trailer, stringendo travels afar
Rent center bank me bark me
recipe, stringendo.for sure for sure
National poetry month prompt day eight Vogan Bot Poetry
The end of the world news depresses me
the end of the world new
depresses me
makes me want to shout and scream
**** leave me alone
to deal with my grief
amid the death and destruction
watching CNNMSNBCFOXBBC media nonstop
filled with essential dread
the end of the world is upon us
from the screaming news media
spreading forth across the land
fake news screams the president
all is alright he proclaims
no one believes his 16,000 lies
and so it goes
we are drowning with information
coming at us so fast
and furious
When will it end my friend
is anyone’s guess
in the long run we are dead
National poetry Month Day Seven poem inspired by the news
the Devil speaks In the Garden of Earthly Delights
in the garden of earthly delights
the devil makes a covert appearance
disguised as always
he wanders about the world
corrupting everything
with his evil foul deeds
the devil turns to me
and says welcome to my world
human
you will soon be mine
death and destruction
revenge is mine
you will all die
i decree it
and he laughs
and continues to corrupt
the garden of Eden
and earthly delights
ekphrastic garden of earthly delights national poetry month prompt day 6
president trump haunts my Dream
president Trump
haunts my dreams
daily dystopian nightmares
as he daily proclaims
the end to the republic
as he ushers in fascism
with his every lie
he corrupts the world
and I hate
seeing his bloated fat ugly body
that haunts my every dream
as I watch him rant and rage
against my old friends,
his enemies in the deep state
ushering in chaos and destruction
National Poetry Month day four prompt image from a dream
ten words random rhymes
every day I see our president
Trump proclaims that he will be president
his image haunts my dreams
dystopian nightmares propels my dreams
as the president proclaims he is president
the end of republic follows
no one hears our screams
He ushers in endless dreams
fascism inspires
our collective screams
national poetry month Day three prompt write a poem based on ten random words
674 Santa Rosa
my childhood home
for almost 10 years
was 674 Santa Rosa
Berkeley California
A five bedroom
adobe California home
on the side of a hill
at the bottom of the Berkeley hills
you entered on the top floor
across the street you entered
on the bottom floor
thus it was in the Berkeley Hills
the house
had a large deck
with a perfect view
of the golden gate
we used
to sit outside
watching the sunset
as we ate dinner
my Mom and Dad
would have
their nightly cocktails
on the deck
before retreating inside
to continue
their nightly fights
and arguments
I grew up
downstairs
hearing their constant words
of hatred, dismay and outrage
my parents were the proverbial
odd couple
perhaps
never should have married
but despite the hate
there was still some love
that kept them together
throughout the years
we had a rec room
with a pool table
and I hung out there
with my friends
my mother tolerated my friends
most of the time
she would be somewhat sober
until after they left
and the madness came
over her
as she drank her whisky
and wine
the basement room
was added later
was my younger brother’s room
later was my room
whenever I visited
from college days
hiding out downstairs
avoiding my mad mother
my old room lay abandoned
filled with books
thousands of books
that I had read over the years
when she died
I should have taken
all the books
instead I took
about one hundred
just no space
for the books
of my childhood memories
National Poetry month day two prompt specific place poem 674 Santa Rosa Berkeley California
My life appears to a dream
For I dream
of meeting
the love of my life
in a dream
she haunted my dreams
for eight years
she walked out of my dreams
into my life
and became my wife
yes my life
resembles a fairy tale
complete with a princess
that rescued me
with her undying love
and made my life complete
national Poetry Month Day One Prompt Metaphor for Life Dreamer
Trump Derangement Syndrome Blues
Trump haunts my nightmares
dystopian visions
soon to come true
fan story 15 syllable poem contest
Saturday April 11
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.”
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“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 **** 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.”
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Trump then referred to a notorious pastor who sits on his religious advisory council.
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“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 **** 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 **** 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 **** 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 ****
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
Apr 10, 2020
Apr 10, 2020 at 9:56 PM UTC
?? ?? saeyeong jima plays out in life
The Korean Proverb
?? ?? saeyeong jima
recently came to life in my life
The meaning of the proverb
Is that you can never know whether something
will be good or bad
and that unexpectedly
what appears to be bad fortune
turns out to be a good fortune
The proverb played
out recently in my life
about lunar New Year's Day
we were preparing to go to Thailand
from two weeks from our home
in South Korea
and then at the end of February
we would do to go to DC
My wife blew out her lumber desk
and we were forced to cancel our trips
This occurred
just as the coronavirus
was taking out around the world
and if we had gone
we may have been stuck either in Thailand
or we may have been stuck in the United States
and traveling in the mist of a corona outbreak
would probably mean
that we would have been exposed
to the virus
instead we were forced to stay home
and self quarantine ourselves
and therefore
we escaped being exposed to the coronavirus
and we feel much safer
here in Korea where the outbreak is contained
rather than in DC
where it is still spreading everywhere
so in a sense her misfortune
throwing out her disk
which resulted in us staying at home
and avoiding the coronavirus
is the true meaning
of the Korean Chinese expression
?? ?? saeyeong jima
writers digest prompt write a lucky/unlucky poem
the Terrorists were succeeding beyond their wildest dreams
the terrorists were succeeding
beyond their wildest dreams
they thought what were the chances
it was so much better,
easier than they thought
as the bombs dropped all around them
to where it would end
they did not know
All they knew was that
it was all about to end
you see they were facing the end
The morning after the end of the world
the bombs fell and fell
in fact all over the world
it felt that the world would end up
being destroyed as the world ends
and nuclear war
they called for the end of the world
be so it must be they
thought to themselves
would they be able to stop the carnage
so it ends much as it begins
one does not know how it would end up
the bombs doing their bomb thing after all
they were simply bombs
all must die once they are released
after all that was the way it was
the bomb facility opened up death
the death of the whole world
of that we can be sure
following the blue prints
the master plans of the war planners
at the end of the day
it looks like Armageddon
a end of the world game
would it get that bad
to end the world
is that what they wanted
they did not know
it is possible no one knew
it was uncharted territory
it was the end of the world
if the bombs did their bomb thing
Poetry Super Highway Prompt
Turn to page 35 of any book. Use the first two sentences backwards for your prompt. I used James Tate, “Worshipful Company of Fletchers” and got: “ The pleasure of little incidents Remember.”
From Vince Flynn protect and defend original text
If it was possible they wanted to get a look at the blueprints of the facility after all they were doing one so would be called and destroy it in the morning you about where to drop the bomb so better the chances were of succeeding
corona virus tanka
corona virus
it is spreading all over
the world dying
I walk down the path of life
Along with love of my wife
National Poetry Month Day Seven Prompt Tanka
Angela Came to Me for 38 years Bringing me lots of $
Angela Lee came to me
out of a dream she came to me
she walked out of my dreams
eight years after I first dreamt of her
she finally came to me
it has been 38 years now
that she has been my wife
the love of my life
and every day
I recall the dream
of meeting her
she has brought me much to my life
this love of my life my wife
but the most important thing
she has brought to me
besides her endless love of course
is $
massive amounts of $
as she has made me
richer than I could have ever imagined
turning every day my $
into many more $
They say that a man
should marry a woman
born in the year of the Pig
for pig ladies are incredible
at managing $
and if you are so lucky
you will be buried in $
after Richard Garcia A Letter, a Number and some Punctuation
Poemuzine April 7 presentation prompt
The best meal of my life
the best meals of my life
has always been what my wife
cooks up for me every night
she is a genius in the kitchen
always making something great
from the simplest ingredients
Because she came down with celiac disease
she could only eat
what she prepared from scratch
and so she was forced
to give up all processed foods
and in the process she became
the greatest cook
in the universe
I wait with baited breath
to taste the great food
that she creates for me
on lunar new years
she threw out her lumbar disk
and we were forced to stay home
just as the corona pandemic
swept across the world
if we had traveled
we would have contracted
the dreaded corona virus
and we were forced
to stay at home
and she took advantage
of staying at home
to try new dishes
every single day
I recall the Korean proverb
?? ?? saeyeong jima
as her misfortune
turned into fortune
and once again
she saved me life
I am the luckiest man in life
the best fed man of all I know
due to the cooking skills of my wife
lion dreams of impossible dreams
A lion’s impossible Dream
for all poetry impossible dream contest
An old lion
Roars in his sleep
Recalling an impossible dream
In his dream
He was a man
Who was chasing a dream
Chasing an impossible dream
The man
Was haunted
By a dream girl
A girl who appeared
Nightly in his dreams
Beckoning him to join her
He searched the world
Looking for her
And then one day
She walked
Off a bus
And into his life
The lion woke up
From the impossible dream
Smiling at the thought
Then he went off
To search for his
Impossible dream
Dreaming still
Of being a man
In search
of a dream girl
corona virus haiku
corona virus
brings death and our destruction
destroying our life
writers digest prompt write a lucky/unlucky poem
The Korean Proverb
saeyeong jima
recently came to life in my life
The meaning of the proverb
Is that you can never know whether something
will be good or bad
and that unexpectedly
what appears to be bad fortune
turns out to be a good fortune
The proverb played
out recently in my life
about lunar New Year's Day
we were preparing to go to Thailand
from two weeks from our home
in South Korea
and then at the end of February
we would do to go to DC
My wife blew out her lumber desk
and we were forced to cancel our trips
This occurred
just as the coronavirus
was taking out around the world
and if we had gone
we may have been stuck either in Thailand
or we may have been stuck in the United States
and traveling in the mist of a corona outbreak
would probably mean
that we would have been exposed
to the virus
instead we were forced to stay home
and self quarantine ourselves
and therefore
we escaped being exposed to the coronavirus
and we feel much safer
here in Korea where the outbreak is contained
rather than in DC
where it is still spreading everywhere
so in a sense her misfortune
throwing out her disk
which resulted in us staying at home
and avoiding the coronavirus
is the true meaning
of the Korean Chinese expression
saeyeong jima
the Terrorists were succeeding beyond their wildest dreams
the terrorists were succeeding
beyond their wildest dreams
they thought what were the chances
it was so much better,
easier than they thought
as the bombs dropped all around them
to where it would end
they did not know
All they knew was that
it was all about to end
you see we were facing the end
The morning after the end of the world
the bombs fell and fell
in fact all over the world
it felt that the world would end up
being destroyed as the world ends
and nuclear war
they called for the end of the world
be so it must be they
thought to themselves
would they be able to stop the carnage
so it ends much as it begins
one does not know how it would end up
the bombs doing their bomb thing after all
they were simply bombs
all must die once they are released
after all that was the way it was
the bomb facility opened up death
the death of the whole world
of that we can be sure
following the blue prints
the master plans of the war planners
at the end of the day
it looks like Armageddon
a end of the world game
would it get that bad
to end the world
is that what they wanted
they did not know
it is possible no one knew
it was uncharted territory
it was the end of the world
if the bombs did their bomb thing
Poetry Super Highway Prompt
Turn to page 35 of any book. Use the first two sentences backwards for your prompt. I used James Tate, “Worshipful Company of Fletchers” and got: “ The pleasure of little incidents Remember.”
From Vince Flynn protect and defend original text
If it was possible they wanted to get a look at the blueprints of the facility after all they were doing one so would be called and destroy it in the morning you about where to drop the bomb so better the chances were of succeeding
corona virus tanka
corona virus
it is spreading all over
the world dying
I walk down the path of life
Along with love of my wife
National Poetry Month Day Seven Prompt Tanka
Angela Came to Me for 38 years Bringing me lots of $
Angela Lee came to me
out of a dream she came to me
she walked out of my dreams
eight years after I first dreamt of you
she finally came to me
it has been 38 years now
that she has been my wife
the love of my life
and every day
I recall the dream
of meeting her
she has brought me much to my life
this love of my life my wife
but the most important thing
she has brought to me
besides her endless love of course
is $
massive amounts of $
as she has made me
richer than I could have ever imagined
turning every day my $
into many more $
They say that a man
should marry a woman
born in the year of the Pig
for pig ladies are incredible
at managing $
and if you are so lucky
you will be buried in $
after Richard Garcia A Letter, a Number and some Punctuation
Poemuzine April 7 presentation prompt
I met my Fate that date
Fan story contest
I met my fate
on that date
that the love of my life
became my wife
for eight years she haunted my dreams
then one day she walked out of my dreams
truly on that date
my life began when I embraced my fate
and to this date
I never forget that I met my fate
the day she walked into my life
and became my wife
I met my Fate that date
Fan story contest
I met my fate
on that date
that the love of my life
became my wife
for eight years she haunted my dreams
then one day she walked out of my dreams
truly on that date
my life began when I embraced my fate
and to this date
I never forget that I met my fate
the day she walked into my life
and became my wife
Apr 8, 2020
Apr 8, 2020 at 10:00 PM UTC
Thursday April 9
the future is comingwriting.com prompt
the future is upon us
as we live
in a SF world
the question remains
will the future be bright
and filled with hope
will we overcome climate change
and repair the broken dying world
will humanity take to the stars
leaving behind our planet
as we colonize the solar system
and invent faster than light
interplanetary travel
will the future be a dark Orwellian nightmare
will fascism take over the world
starting in the United States
as democracy dies not in the dark
but in the bright light of day
as the public embraces
fascisms applauding
the end of our freedoms
in the vain hopes
that will save us all
will the evil AI
take over the world
unleashing endless robot wars
screaming death to all humans?
the old song says
que sera seara
the future is not
for us to see
but I hope and pray
that in these dark dangerous times
we can overcome
and end up with the vision
of hope transforming the world
and not end up
with the dark Orwellian future
that I fear is our fate
Unless of course
the AI robots
**** us first
poetry super highway
classical music prompt Beethoven fifth opening
the fate of the world
looms ahead of us
and we have a choice
to make
all of us
must decide
will we follow
the fate
of ancient Rome
surrendering our freedoms
and becoming an autocratic empire
ruled by emperors
will we become
like Germany
letting the madness
of fascism overwhelm us
will there be a final solution
to the problems
poised by the coming
transformation of America
as white America
becomes brown America
will muslims be rounded up
and killed
as ethnic cleansing
in the name of Christian freedom
sweeps across the land
will the evil AI robot
overlords
launch robot wars
to extermine mankind
will we choose
to confront
the pending climate change
rebooting our society
and economy
with a green new deal
putting people first
will the 1 percent
even let us try
or our we doomed
to end our lives
in a dystopian nightmare
I listen to the music
of Beethoven
and find comfort
as he confronts
the fate of the world
proving that human spirit
will overcome
in the end
filled with love
and I am saved
and my optimism returns
the sound of temple bell brings me peace writing.com prompt
the sound of a temple bell
ringing in the crisp mountain air
in the buddhist temple
deep in the mountains
brings me peace
and joy
and fills me with happiness
as I contemplate
the meaning of buddha
and seek to find
peace
in the everyday life
around me
and I ring the bell
again
wishing hoping
for an end
to our suffering
on this planet
of ours
creative talents prompt one the old man in the lake sees God
An lonely retired old man sits
in a simple boat
In the middle of a lake
in the middle of a storm
a sudden onset of rain
blasts of brilliant lightning
and roaring thunder
the boat is overwhelmed
the old man debates
whether to give it up
head for shore
too late to resume fishing
By a brilliant flash of lightening
he sees in the sky
the snarling angry face of God
filling the sky with his visage
In a loud thunder clap
He hears
the snarling angry
voice of God
Old man in the lake
I have a message for you
it is time for you
to go home
prepare to meet your maker
the end times are coming
Armageddon is about to be unleashed
the final battle between good and evil
your mission is to warn
the world before it is too late
repent and you will be saved
otherwise you will die
suddenly the storm stops
the sky clears up
the spring time nice day
returns filling the air with hope
the old man in the boat in the lake
decides there was nothing
more to do
other than resume fishing
creative talents White Flower spring Time Haiku
now in the springtime
white flowers blooming in the park
corona death waits
creative talents balloons of hope
A young woman
walks in a park
on a sunny spring day
she has with her 25 red balloons
each one contains
the name of those
that recently died
in the corona virus pandemic
she is releasing the balloons
hoping they would rise
to heaven
with a request for God
to hear her prayers
End this pandemic
End the death
and destruction
release us from the corona pandemic
the woman releases the balloons
and slowly walks
back to her house
to prepare
to attend yet another funeral
creative talents Cthulu lurks in the evil cabin in the words
Deep in the bayous
of Louisiana
sits an abandoned cabin
in the swamps
the cabin is inhabited
by an ancient evil creature
newly risen from the depths
of hell
He has taken over the house
deep in the impenetrable swap
he prepares to unleash
an evil upon the world
calling upon the dark demons
of hell to emerge
into the light
and lead an army
of the undead zombies
to take over the world
and make old ancient one
Cthulhu the undisputed
king of the world
evil overwhelms the cabin
in the woods
and the smell of evil
seeps out into the surrounding bayous
the end times are near
the old demon in the cabin
summons the dead
the zombie armies arise
they begin to march
out of the swamps
unleashing hell
on the sleeping world
the best day of my life
the best day of my life
was when the woman
of my dreams
became my wife
for eight years
she haunted my dreams
then one day
she walked out of my dreams
and entered my life that day
three days later
while walking in the woods
I proposed to her
and she said yes
two months later
we were married
It has been 45 years
since I first met her
in my dreams
and 38 years
since she walked
off that bus
into my life
becoming my wife
I met my fate
that date
Apr 8, 2020
Apr 8, 2020 at 9:55 PM UTC
The Mist from Hell Descends on the land
the mist settles down on the land
the mist is from hell
the mist covers us all
the scent of death
the grim reaper
rides behind the miss
infecting those around him
the mark of death
as the mist covers the land
the end of the world
comes with the mist from hell
Conversation with the Gods About Corona Virus
Rev. Jake ’s on-line sermon on the Corona Virus
I am reverend Jake and I have a message from God
Last night I had a vision from God
it was his message to the world
about this pandemic we are facing
I found myself in a large room
Jehovah, God, was sitting in the middle
surrounded by the other Gods
they were all there
Jesus on his right
Allah on his left
Buddha behind him
Ganesh, Shiva, Kali
Mohammed, Joseph Smith and other prophets
Gabriel and other angels abound
St Peter in front of his as his Chief of Staff
Zeus, Jupiter, Minerva and ancient
other gods all around him
God spoke up
He said
I have a message for you
to give to your people
all of your people
no matter what religion
or no religion at all
it is all one after all
first the corona virus
is a natural phenomenon
we have no control
over forces of nature
and we did not send
it to you
to punish you
for homosexuality
or anything else at all
Second obey the health directives
stay at home
do your services on line
it is okay with us
we are fine with that
the blood of Jesus
will not save you
If you are in a crowded place
like church or a mosque service
the virus will spread
and catch you in the end
Prayers alone will not save you
but please keep praying
we do listen to your prayers
but we can only do so much
So please don’t allow the virus
to spread
because of your ignorance
and fear
realize that in the end
the virus will do its thing
and you will survive
and we
all the gods here
love you humans
and wish you well
so stay at home
practice self distancing
It is God’s will
all will survive
The Moment that changed my Life sonnet format
the moment that changed my life
occurred in late August 1982
when the woman of my dreams
came out of my dreams
walking off a bus
and into my life
a few months later became my wife
first dreamt of her in 1979
back in my high school day
and I knew that some day
I would meet the woman
in my dreams
and I did and that changed my fate
when I met her that date
we must walk on an honest path in these dangerous times
cats
are evil creatures
from outer space
who can understand
their alien thoughts
where they came from
and why are they here
are they part of an advanced team
will the cats some day
take over the world
and turn us into their slaves
I have no answer
but when i see the cats
staring at me
I am afraid
very afraid
of the cats
God's Confession
Dream 2058 GOD'S CONFESSION
Submitted 4-6-2015
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 Dean, and the Walker brother
And his old Granddad
Just drinking and hanging
With the Jack Daniel's gang
A crazed ***
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
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 sadden by what I had seen
God was dead
And we had all conspired
To **** him
Long live God
what happens when you meet God in a bar © 5 years ago, john Cosmos Aller spiritual • misc3
Drinking My Way to the Highway to Hell
it seems to me
in these dark days
that we are on the path
to hell
as the virus chases all
satan is smiling
at the spreading chaos
the dogs of war
are unleashed
spreading panic
as more people die
and as the gate of hell
open in front of us
we are all rushing down
the path to hell
and so I sit
in a bar
twenty drinks too sober
drinking my way to hell
Capitol Hill in the Spring *
*Published Writer’s Newsletter June 2017
Sitting on a bench
In Lincoln Park
Heart of Capitol Hill
Beating heart of the Empire
On a warm Spring Day
Watching the Cherry trees
Watching Me
Wondering what thoughts
They must have heard
The things they have seen
Over the years
But they are quiet
They do not say a word
As I fall into my spring time dreams
Sitting on that bench
Seeing the children and dogs play
Looking at Spring flowers
And pretty women
As they stroll by
Hearing the sounds of the city
As I dream of my past life
Memories of places and people
I said to myself
What a wonderful life
Under the canopy of the pine trees we lay - from the poem 'Under the canopy of pine trees
under the canopy of the pine trees we lay
along the world peace forest
in Korea
walking the forest
in the spring time
fearing the corona virus
and everyone around us
watch the snowing cherry trees
and the wind whispering
the voices of ghosts
those newly dead
and we lay down
under the canopy of the pine trees
waiting for our turn
to face the grim reaper
in this dismal day
in April
truly the cruelest month
of them all
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