Poem - 03 May 2024, 21:14

April 10 to 20 Poems

Based on Writing Com Dew Drop Inn Prompts

jake aller

Green Trees Don’t Make It

Everyday
I look out and see

The ugly green trees
Standing guard
in front of my house.

And I think to myself
Who owns the trees?
And what do they think of us?

Are we their friends?
Are we their enemies?
What do the trees think of us?

Do they silently watch us,
Spies to the celestial emperor?

I have pondered this question
Many a morning,

Who is the owner of these trees?
And why do they silently watch us?

I wonder if the trees don't hate us
And why they don't protest.

Every day as we drive back and forth
Emitting poison gases from our mechanical asses
Right into their unprotected faces.

And every night we eat our dinner
And then give the trees
Our polluted leftovers

And laugh as they silently die
From our acidic fallout
Constantly floating down on their skin.

Yes, I wonder about the trees
And the birds and the bees
And everyone else.

What are they thinking?
Are they plotting revenge?
Or are they merely there

Silently, watching, plotting,
Designing fiendish plots of revenge
Dreams of vast nuclear destruction.

Cosmic diseases wiping out everyone in the ass
Oh Yes, I wonder and dream and ponder
What is the meaning of those silent green trees?

Standing on the corner
Quietly condemning us
With their quiet tears, and falling leaves.

In the winter they stand
Naked and alone
Covered with ice-cold snow
As we drive by nice and warm.

And we don't care
As they stand out in the cold
Shivering, plotting
warm plans of cosmic revenge.

Is it too late for us
To become friends with the trees?

Or will the day come
When the trees will wake up
And gather together
All the other slaves of humanity.

I have a vision
One morning I will open the door
And see an army of wild things
Coming to arrest me
For crimes against nature.

And I will plead, I did not know
And they will laugh
and turn me all of my kind
Into silent tombs,

And we will stand out in the cold
Like the green trees
Plotting dreams of revenge
For ever and ever.

Until our day finally comes
And we can go out
and kill all the wild things
Perhaps we already have.

Revised poem based on a poem I wrote in 1976.

AI Version
Green Trees Don’t Make It
Green trees don’t make it, Standing guard in front of my house. I ponder: Who owns the trees? What do they think of us? Are we their friends or enemies? What do the trees silently observe? Spies to the celestial emperor?
In Washington DC, Looking out my window, What did I see? I saw the squirrels in the trees And the peaceful trees of Capitol Hill. Near the seat of power, Yet distant from its machinations.
The trees, ancient witnesses, Their leaves rustling secrets, Their roots anchored in centuries, Whispering tales of forgotten empires, Of wars waged and treaties signed, Of lovers’ trysts and children’s laughter.
Green trees don’t make it, But they endure. They witness our follies, Our triumphs, our tragedies. They stand tall, unyielding, Their branches reaching for the sky, Their roots entwined with history.
Who owns the trees? Perhaps no one and everyone. They belong to the wind, To the birds nesting in their boughs, To the squirrels leaping from limb to limb. They belong to time itself, A silent chorus in the symphony of existence.
Green trees don’t make it, But they persist. They sway with the seasons, Their leaves ablaze in autumn, Their branches bare in winter, Their buds burst forth in spring, Their canopies providing shade in summer.
What do they think of us? Do they mourn our wars, Our greed, our indifference? Or do they celebrate our moments of grace, Our acts of kindness, our shared laughter? Perhaps they simply observe, Their wisdom deeper than our fleeting lives.
Are we their friends or enemies? We who build houses and roads, Who prune their limbs and pave their roots. We who breathe their oxygen Yet poison their soil with chemicals. We who marvel at their beauty Yet take them for granted.
What do the trees silently observe? The passing of generations, The rise and fall of civilizations, The ebb and flow of human folly. They witness our comings and goings, Our celebrations and sorrows, Their rings recording the rhythm of time.
Spies to the celestial emperor? Perhaps they report to the stars, Their leaves like cosmic diaries, Their whispers executed the wind. They witness our smallness, Our insignificance in the grand design, Yet they stand, unwavering witnesses, Green trees that don’t make it, But endure.

April 11—Eclipse/d

two Lunatic Lune Poems about the Eclipse

Title: Final Solar Eclipse

the solar eclipse
ended life
massive solar flare

Title: Howling At The Eclipse

howling at the moon
full madness
solar eclipse time

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

Civil War 2.0

Reading the latest polls
Showing that President Biden
And Ex-President Trump
Tied in a dead heat
In the polls
Particularly in the swing states.

. I realize there is
Real possibility
That Donald Trump could
Be elected president again,.

Again, and if so, what would he do?
These nightmares keep me up
At 0 dark hundred.

Nightmares that President Trump
Ending American democracy
Replacing it with Hungarian-style
Neo-fascism overwhelms me.

Another factoid in the news
Is that 25 states,
According to the Texas Independent Movement,

Would likely join Texas in seceding.
From the U.S. in the event
That Biden is elected president.

The proponents of this Great Divorce
Call it Civil War 2.0.
And in most cases, it's led by Texas.
Leading the Red States

And California leading the Blue States
Including the entire West Coast
And NE America and Chicagoland
Out the proverbial door.

And if Trump does not make it
He would call it rigged
And announce he would be happy
To serve as the President
Of the Christain States of America

Immediately Texas and 25 states
Succeed and hold a constitutional convention
To enact Constitution 2.0

So if Trump wins Christain Fascism
Followed by Civil War 2.0
If he loses Civil War 2.0
Followed by Christian fascism
In the Christian States of America.

These are some of my nightmares
That I hope will not come true.

These poems, and poems based on Writer Digest prompts and NaPoWrMo prompts have been posted on my blog at https://wp.me/p7NAzO-2RL
https://wp.me/p7NAzO-2Rm
https://wp.me/p7NAzO-2QB
https://wp.me/p7NAzO-2Qh
https://wp.me/p7NAzO-2P4

April 13—Discovery First Contact Ship Shot Down!

In the movie, the” signal”
An Astronaut receives

A signal from an alien spaceship
Heading to earth

The alien repeats the word
Hello in multiple languages
While heading to Earth.

The discovery electrifies
And terrifies the world.

All the world’s governments
Decide In secret.

To shoot down the spaceship
Before it could land
As it could be either a probe
Of the beginning of an invasion.

When they enter the ship
They find the original
Voyager data discs.

Which the aliens
Were returning to earth
As an opening gambit
To establish communication.

April 14—Complaint

Computer Blues (revised)
Computer Blues (revised)

Computer Blues (revised)
Sometimes I think
My computer is plotting against me
And only me!
Trying deliberately to drive me mad.

My computer knows
When I am busy,
Then it throws a hissy fit.

Here are some of my pet peeves

Constantly Crashing

It often refuses to boot up,
And crashes constantly.
It loses data it had the day before.
Or five minutes before.

Or refuses to save the data.
Just messing with me.
As it loves toying with me
Making me yell and scream
On my computer screen.

Can’t Open Files

Often when trying to open
A document in Word,

The Word open file button
Fails to respond
Sometimes you have to wait
Five minutes for it to respond.

Or when trying to open a file
The computer opens a random file
Instead.

Or when trying to open a document
It kicks you out
Often several times

Sometimes you can
Open a copy
Sometimes not.

Sometimes you can save the document
Under the same name
Often you have to save it
Under another name.

Sometimes it refuses to open
A document saying
There is a dialogue
Box open.

Which is a lie
There is no
Dialogue box
Visible.

Random Blue Screen of Death

Cursing up a blue stream of blue curses
As the blue screen of death
Marches across the dark blue screen
Smiling at me.

Years ago my computer
converted everything
to the number 6 endlessly scrolling
down the blue screen of death.
as it did not like
that I had spilled coffee
on it!

Endless Non-Response Spinning blue wheels

Open the document once
Not twenty times!

Quit with this Endless
spinning blue wheels.
In endless loops

Until I have to reboot
the computer.

Computer error Haiku Codes

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

Such as general error reading files
Who is this general Failure
And why is he reading my files?

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

Or kicks me out, while losing my data.

Copy and Paste Wiping out document text

Or when doing a simple copy-and-paste function
The computer defaults to the last command
Making you have to do it again and again
Up to five times sometimes

And on a random basis
The copy and paste function
Wipes out all data
In the document

And to add insult to injury
Deletes all previously saved version

Sending the data
Into computer limbo land
Never to be found again

All without warning
Just zip it's gone!

Frozen Num Lock

Another thing
My computer loves doing
Is on a random basis,

Turn the numbs lock on
Without warning
Turning text into numbers.

Requiring you to manually
Turn off the number lock.

All Caps Pops On a Random basis

Once in a while
The all-caps button
Mysteriously turns on
Turning everything into caps.

Fortunately
Usually, there is a warning flash.

Defaulting to Foreign Languages

A very annoying feature
Is that when you log in from overseas
Everything defaults to a foreign language
Usually without the ability to change
It back to English

Despite the fact
Your settings are all in English.

There may be a hidden button
To change language
Written in the language
Used in that country.

AI hallucinations

AI is a great tool
But sometimes
It gets things wrong
Or it makes stuff up!

Google Bard
Once tried to convince me

The US Embassy In Seoul had moved
Five years before To a new location
Outside of Seoul.

Only problem was
That was an AI hallucination
Based on a proposal almost
ten years ago.

Mission Accomplished

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

Flashing the final insult
User-driven mad
Mission accomplished.

April 15 Lament Watching the News

While watching the news
I am constantly lamenting
The sad state of political discourse
In these increasingly
Disunited United States of America.

Where we have retreated into enemy tribes
Blue, red, and purple states
With each convinced their tribe
Is righteous, patriotic, and pro-American.

Accusing the other tribe
As anti-american fascists
plotting to set up a dictatorship.

Some talking darkly
about Civil War 2.0.

That is my daily lament
Particularly when insomnia
Steals slept from me
At 0 dark hundred.

revised to make it less of a rant

"O Dark Hundred" is military jargon for the time two hours before dawn when operatives get up for dawn operations. I use it to denote the hours in the middle of the night I have nightmares.

April 16—Rain

No Rain

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

Monster storms of the century
devastated half the world.

But the other half of the world
Had no rain or snow
For almost a whole year
The once-green grass was dying.

Crops failed everywhere
And baked in the unrelenting
Blastwave furnace-like heat
Heatwave after heatwave.

Military coups took place
Fascism re-emerged
The public demanded action
The politicians played
The blame game.

With the collapse of trade
And travel restrictions
People stayed home
Making do the best they could.

Home-grown gardens
Proliferated.

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

The rich build underground cities
While the poor starved
And civilization crumbled

Wildlife proliferated
As did neo-savage
cannibal gangs.

By the year 2030
It was all over
And the rains
Never came out west.

The prompt was "Rain"

April 17—Prove something

God’s Demented Sense of Humor
I sometimes think
That God if he/she/it exists
And created the Universe
Must have a demented
Sense of humor.

For how else you can explain
Why he created a parasite
That hides in your system
Totally inert but if you take
Steroids for any reason.

Blows up like a basketball
Bursting out and killing you,
In thirty minutes.

Leaving the doctors
Wondering WTF
Just happened.

Recording your death
As a medical mystery.

As very few doctors
Have ever encountered
Or heard about
This weird parasite.
Based on a true story. Back in the day, I contracted this parasite in Thailand. A few years later, I was in the hospital battling an MRD staph infection and underwent 14 operations. Almost lost my life and my leg. The internal medicine doctor said that there was something else going on and finally told me I had this weird parasite that is inert, but I should take some medicine to kill it because if I ever took steroids it would blow up to the size of a Basketball and kill me in 30 minutes. I always said Thank God for that doctor. Nine months later, I developed a frozen shoulder because of excessive antibiotic use and had a steroid shot. If that internal medicine doctor had not found the parasite, I would die a medical mystery.

You can find these and other of my April Poems on my blog page at the following links
April 1 to 6 poems https://wp.me/p7NAzO-2P4
April 7 to 14 poems https://wp.me/p7NAzO-2Qh
https://wp.me/p7NAzO-2QB April 15 -20 Poems
https://wp.me/p7NAzO-2Rm April 7 to 14
https://wp.me/p7NAzO-2QB April 1 to 6

April 18—Question Something The The Basic Decency And Sanity Of Americans Trigger warning – Anti-Trumpian Rant!

These days I wonder about
the basic decency and sanity
of the American people.

How can 40 percent
Of my fellow Americans
Still support him?

Still believe he was
The greatest President ever.

Particularly after watching
the tawdry first few days
of the hush money fraud case.

how anyone would believe
that this man
is a Christian.

as an non-Christian
is just astounding to me.

I just don’t understand it
Why he is polling at 40 percent
And not 4 percent
Is beyond me.

April 19—Define or celebrate a word or concept -Scumbagology

Scumbagery is the study
Of the actions of a scumbag
A scumbag is a narcissistic, sociopathic
Self-center person willing to do anything
to get ahead

no loyalty to those who serve him
it is all about me! the greatest person
in the world..

Unfortunately, there are so many
Scumbags in the world,
In a position of power
In business and politics.

Don’t need to name names
You know who they are.

April 20—Standup Comedy – The Insult Comedy Tour!

How and why he
Remains so popular
With some Americans
Remains a mystery.

He remains me
Of an old-time insult
Comedian, Don Rickles

Who was infamous
For insulting his audience
Who loved his edgy comic stylings,
As he cruelly mocked
everything and everyone.

But, over time, people got tired
of his routine
And his style of humor faded away
But he has resurrected
The insult comedy routine.

Going to his rallies
Is akin to a religious revival
For some people.

They delight in being
Part of his whole mad
Carnival scene.

but for many of us
the T comedy tour
is no longer funny
if it ever was.

for more information on Don Rickles see the following from Bing Co-Pilot
Don Rickles, born Donald Jay Rickles on May 8, 1926, in Queens, New York, was an American stand-up comedian and actor. He became widely known for his insult comedy, a style that endeared him to audiences. Here are some key points about his life and career:
Early Life:
Rickles was born to Jewish parents. His father emigrated from Lithuania, and his mother was born in New York City to Austrian immigrant parents.
After graduating from Newtown High School in 1944, he enlisted in the United States Navy during World War II and served on the motor torpedo boat tender USS Cyrene.
Career Highlights:
Rickles gained fame as a headline performer in Las Vegas hotel-casinos and was a peripheral member of the Rat Pack due to his friendship with Frank Sinatra.
He appeared in several films, including Run Silent, Run Deep (1958), Enter Laughing (1967), Kelly’s Heroes (1970), and Casino (1995).
Rickles starred in two eponymous half-hour television programs: The Don Rickles Show (1968) and The Don Rickles Show (1972).
His frequent guest appearances on talk and variety shows, such as The Dean Martin Show, The Tonight Show Starring Johnny Carson, and The Late Show with David Letterman, further boosted his popularity.
He voiced Mr. Potato Head in the Toy Story franchise.
Awards and Honors:
Rickles won a Primetime Emmy Award for the 2007 documentary Mr. Warmth: The Don Rickles Project.
In 2014, fellow comedians honored him at the Apollo Theater in an event titled Don Rickles: One Night Only.
Don Rickles left an indelible mark on comedy, blending sharp wit, self-deprecation, and fearless humor. His legacy endures as one of the greats in the world of stand-up. 🎙️🤣
For more details, you can explore his Wikipedia page.112233