cosmos april 13 to 15 poems

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 poemPurpose 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 Presidentmedia 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 kill 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
rum and ginger beer
but a gin vermouth martini 
is nice as well
and bloody marry
can’t forget a bloody 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 virgin
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 kill 
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 bloody murder

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

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