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i am participating in the annual poetry superhighway free chapbook competition on Dec 1
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I have also some good news.

the 2019 chapbook follows below

April Poem a Thon Poems
In 2017, I participated in my first April Month of Poetry poetry challenge with Tiferet Journal, and copied to All Poetry, Poetry Soup and writing.com posted all on my blog along with photos and audio links, in 2018 I again submitted poems through Tiferet Journal, but in 2019 just posted on All poetry, poetry soup and writing.com and on my blog of course..
Comments and feedback greatly appreciated. I intent to make this an annual creative project and keep going as long as I can.
Due to size restrictions, I am only posting 2019 poems, The 2017, 2018 and 2019 poems are available on my web page along with photos and audio.

April 2019 Poem a Thon

63 Years Haut
A penitent Considers another Coming of Mary
Springtime in Seoul
today just for today
Agnostic Dyslectic Wonders if There is a Dog
It Can’t Happen Here or Has it?
So Excited to Be Alive at 63 all poetry
It’s a Dog’s Life
Scorpio Passion all poetry
Just an Unhinged Werewolf Howling at the Moon
Glow creative talent unleashed prompt
Old Lady and the Genie
Coffee Love Hate Affair
Coffee Blues
Morning Thoughts
Santa James Came to Town
Love Chinquapin
Nightmare butterfly chinquapin
Dedication to the Women I love
The Art of Stealing Money, anatomy of a bank scam
Incheon Beach waltz wave poem
California Burning Bright
Shaman Prays for Humanity
Catching the Trump Fever
Releasing the Trump Monsters
President Trump, International Fire Fighter in Chief
Darker Than You Think
Berkeley Balanced
Springtime in Yeongjongdo
Four Haiku and One Tanka
Life of an Exiled Poet Wandering the Mountains
Walking Down the Snowing Path
Here We Go Again
NRA Stop Talking
2019 Poems

April 1, 63 Years Haut

63 years old
taught me a few things
life is
to short
to carry a grudge
live and love a lot

April 1 A penitent Considers another Coming of Mary

I sometimes wonder about the Virgin Mary
I sometimes wonder about the Virgin Mary
Wonder who she was and what she may
Have had to do with the birth of the savior

For I do not believe that story today
or any day for that matter I can not leave
these thoughts that hang in the air

thinking that she must have been with men
and will be with them again
April 1, Today Just for Today

today just for today
I plan to do nothing
nothing at all

just go with the flow
of the day
as the day turns into night
and the night turns into sleep

I will ride the wave
along with my love
until the day is done

April 2 Agnostic Dyslectic Wonders if There is a Dog

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

the Buddhists wonder
about the Buddha nature of the dog

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

or go to hell
for following another's dog

the Muslims agree
there is only one dog

and the dogs
smile at the foolishness

of the human race
of course, there is a dog

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

who bow down
and clean up their mess
April 2 It Can’t Happen Here or Can It?
Every day when I watch TV
I see the chattering classes

The TV pundits
And their guests

Pontificate about this and that
And it seems to me

That they are missing the big picture
In the era of Donald Trump

Nothing that they say
Will make a difference

Donald Trump has slowly conquered
The political world

And he is shaping it into something
That we had hoped we would never see

A truly American neo-fascist state
Wrapped around the flag

And so-called Christian values
And the latest made up outrage

And the chattering classes
Don’t seem to understand

That they are next
On the hit parade

As the Donald Trump machinery
Continues to take over the known universe

The question used to be
It can’t happen here

The answer I am afraid
Is already has
April 3 So Excited to Be Alive

I wake up
with the dawning sun

so excited
to be alive
at age 63

I look at my sleeping beauty
and realize yet again
my life began
the day I met her

37 years ago
she walked off a bus
out of my dreams
and into my life

and my life began
that autumn day
when I met
the girl of my dreams April 4th Trump
Triumphed against all enemies
Remaining unvanquished
Uniting all who oppose him
Might makes right
Patriots unite behind the Great Leader
April 4th I Want a Dog’s Life

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

April 4th Just an Unhinged Werewolf Howling at the Moon

as the lunatic light of the blood red moon
the super blue moon lights up the night
the werewolf stirs
as the light shines on him

slowly transforming him
into a dark dangerous creature
of the lunatic night
ready for his flight

out into the world,
he emerges
howling at the moon

just another unhinged
out for blood today
howling at the moon
April 4th Scorpion Nights of Passion

Born in October
Scorpion Passionate fool
Always taking the lead
consumed with dark desires
is this Scorpio buddha nature
consumed with dark desires

April 5th GLOW

Glowing light of the dawning sun
Lights up my dismal room
Overwhelming me with love
Watching my dream girl sleep
April 6th The Old Lady and the Genie

An old Chinese woman
Stands in a field
On the lunatic edge of town
Where drinkers gather to drink

And woman of ill repute
Play their games
With the passing drunks
Men ready for a night of passion

She is holding a tea pot
And proclaims
That the pot contains
A genie

That will grant the new owner
Three wishes
She had to sell the pot
Because her wishes came true

And she smiles
And laughs insanely
The laughter dies
And she implores people

To buy her tea pot
And put her out of misery
Just buy my pot
And your dreams will come true

Be careful dear thought
Remember all magic
Comes with a price
A terrible price
April 6th Back of the Bus

Many years ago
When I was a foolish young man
I took a greyhound bus trip
Just to see the country

I was trapped
In the back of the bus
Where the young
And restless souls

Gathered together
And drank illegally
And smoked weed
Also illegally

We stayed there
Until Winnemucca
Where I got off

And found my bus pass
Had found another owner
And I went to Salt Lake City
Still trapped in the back of the bus

April 6th The Messenger Dog of God
One day
While studying in Rome
As a priest
I notice a small white dog
Staring at me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

April 6 Coffee Love Hate Affair
I love coffee
Always have
Always will

But I have a love hate affair
With coffee
Love it when it gets me up
Flying high in the sky

As the sun comes over
Filling with hope
And anticipation

As I conquer the day’s
Daunting tasks
With a little help
From my drug of choice

But coffee turns on me
Late in the day
And I can’t not sleep

As the coffee burns
In my soul
And I toss and turn
And sleep no more

Coffee does that to me
And so, I am reduced
To drinking decaf coffee

Not the same thing at all
But that is all I can handle
As I am a coffee addict
And always will be

April 6 Coffee Blues

Coffee is my drug of choice
Always has been
Ever since I first tried
As a young lad

Loved coffee’s power
To speed up my synaptic nerves
Turning me on
Keeping me going and going and going

But there is a dark side to everything
And coffee is a drug
And it will take you
Where it wants to go

Enslaving you
Making you its victim
As it toys with you
Messes with you

Prevents you from sleeping
Coffee is a harsh mistress
It demands respect
As you fall under it seductive powers

Slave again
To the drug of choice
Just another over caffeinated
Coffee addict

Stumbling along the street
Looking for a fix
At six in the morning
As the coffee wears off

And you finally
Can get some sleep
Until the alarm
Blasts you away

And you reach out
Trembling for you fix
Coffee you scream out

I need coffee
The universe laughs
As you get your coffee high

Just another pathetic coffee junkie
When all is said and done

April 7th Morning Thoughts

Every morning I wake up
And see the love of my life
Sleeping soundly
In our bed

The sun fills my room
And I get up
To do my morning routine
Just marveling at the sight

And as I do my thing
I am drawn back to bed
Just to look
At this strange creature

That captured my heart
So many years ago
And I wonder yet again
At the mystery of our love

How and why
Did the universe bring us together
Where did she come from
And why did she summoned me

I have no answers
Our love transcended
The barriers of time
And space

And somehow
We found each other
And will be together
Until the death of time

April 8 Lucky Numbers Blues

There are many gambler's fallacies
the statisticians say
each roll of the roulette table
is an independent event

Yet the gamblers believe
that if for example

there were ten red numbers
in a row
that the next one should be black

A statistician in the U,K.
decided to prove
that the gamblers
were all delusional

in insisting that there were patterns
in the endless spin of the wheel
and that it was more of a curve
that the noise of random numbers

after thousands of spins
recorded on a computer
the pattern was clear

there was a bell shape curve
with an upswing
and a downswing to the data

an early experiment
in chaos theory
but with a practical application

if you are on a winning curve
keep going until the curve
turns into a losing curve
then walk away

and you might be a winner
according to science
but they have yet
to be able to prove/disprove

that lucky numbers exist
for you and me
mine was always 32
and when it pops

I swore that my lucky number
came up
just a fluke
according to science

another iron clad rule
the regression to the mean
the curve may go up
and may go down

but in the end
it regresses to the mean
and that means
the house always win

​Anatomy of a legal Bank Scam

Not too long ago
One trusted the banks
And the government

With your money,
your stocks
Your investments
Your financial life

Then the states discovered
That if you claim
Because you did not look at your account
Or perform an activity

They can send it to the State
Where it goes
into the lost property division
And the State can sell your assets

The banks are required to notify you
they never send you a letter
They falsely claim
They don’t have your address

Yet three months
before they had sent you a statement
which did not bounce
so you received it

three months later
without your knowledge or permission,
the bank declares
your property has been abandoned

violating their own rules
they have to wait three years
of no "activity"
but they send it in after 15 months

why ?
because they can
because you are nothing to them
but small cash they can steel

Then the State sends you
An official-looking letter
That screams fraud
You call the Bank Fraud’s office

They claim
It was a bogus letter
Your account is just fine
And you do nothing

Until the banks confirm
Oh yes we sent your funds
To the state
As per our strict rules

They did nothing wrong
You see
Did not know how to contact you
They falsely claim

The state tells you file
A claim
and because the amount is relatively small
no lawyer will help you

and the banks
will laugh at you
for trusting them
to do the right thing

the true bank robbers
are the banks
and the crooked states
working in cahoots

who love to steal
your money
because well they can
and they just did

caveat emptor
my friends
the banks are not your friend
they will rip you off

with endless nonsensical fees
and rules
and red tape
and blame you for complaining

eventually, you may recover
your funds
After a long fight
perhaps not

welcome to American banking world
where financial crime
is not a crime
in the land of the no longer free

Jake Aller
one of your millions of customers
you screwed over


April 9 Love Chinquapin

My Love
Haunting my dreams
Nightly talking to me
Then walked out of the dreams into
my Life
April 10th Nightmare Butterfly Chinquapin

Night mares
Endless fears all night long
Huge Monsters chasing me
Hideous Creatures from Hell Itself
Fiendish Hell hounds escaped Banishes
screaming bloody murder
they chase me all the way
I die
April 10 Nightmare Chinquapin

Night mares
Endless fears all night long
Can’t escape running from these dreams
All night

April 11 Dedication Poem to the women in my Dreams

Dedicated to the woman of my Dreams
lives in my dreams
I dedicate this poem
You came out of my nightly dreams
My Love

My Love
I dreamt of you
For eight long years starting
Dream of you in 79 met in

We met in that year
Love at first sight I knew 

You were the one for me my dream girl
My Love
The Art of Stealing Money –Anatomy of a Bank Scam

The bankers
God rest their evil souls
Have mastered the art
Of stealing
Their client’s money

Through one means or another
Your money
Is their money
And their money
Is none of your business

Recently we fell victim
To such a scam
We had stocks in a bank
But we failed
To actively manage the account

And the bank said
Because we had not acted
On the account
Over three years
We had abandoned the account

We fell victim
to such a scam
The bank
was supposed to
To contact us

But they lied,
That they did not know
Where we were
And could not contact us

Thus, our account
Into the hands
Of the greedy
State of Delaware

We have to reclaim
The money
That the bank
Through their mistake
Sent to Delaware

If the bank
makes a mistake
You loose
If you make a mistake
They win

That’s all part of the art
Of stealing your money
All in a day’s work
For the evil soul sucking bankers
The so called masters of the universe
Incheon Beach Waltz Wave Poem

near home
sun set
The West Sea
Spring Time
night sun set
over the sea
Sun goes down
near by
waves come in
over beach
is great
California Burning Bright

burning bright wildfires
end of the world
an apocalyptic
a vision of world’s end but I’m not just a movie that was the

April 15, 2019 Prayers for the Future of the Planet

A shaman priestess
Is deep in thought
Engaged in Meditation
on the fate
Of the earth

She is deep in the cosmic woods
In the world between worlds
Where she is communing
With the spirits of the universe
Who listen to her tale of woe

She tells them
Of the rise of the neo fascists
And the refusal to address
The possible end of the world
Due to run away climate change

She prays and prays
And finally
She receives an answer
More a prediction
It is all up to humans

She has two visions
Of a possible future
Two contrasting visions
One a dystopian nightmare
The other an optimistic vision

The first
The neo fascists
Seize control
And usher in a dystopian nightmare
That ends with utter destruction

Nuclear war
Nuclear winter
Ends climate change
As civilization ends
And mankind retreat to caves

And it happens
In a blink of an eye
In less than five years
The world will end
Game over civilization ends

The second vision
The optimistic vision
Humanity wakes up
From their collective night mare
Throws off the neo-fascist cabal

And begin to change the world
Making the economy works
For all of us
Not just the corrupt 1 percent
The so-called masters of the Universe

They are overthrown
In a people’s power revolution
All over the world
People wake up
Demand change

And slowly the world
Begins to recover
And overcome
The dark hours
Of the present age

The shaman priestess
Returns home
To spread the word
It up to us
To choose our fate

The end is indeed near
It is darker than you think
But it is not over yet
If we choose the path
Of the cosmic light

And overthrow
The neo fascist cabal
And restore democracy
And peace will break out
And all will end well

If not
Well she says
You have been warned
The universe has spoken
So, mote it be

April 16, 2019
Why do all fake Natives call themselves “Cherokees”?

Erasure Poem
So many fake Indians these days
Elizabeth Warren is one
And according to my DNA results
I am too

But my grand-parents spoke Cherokee my mom claims
And they disappeared into the hills
She claims

Is the DNA test wrong?
Was I adopted ?
Or is it possible
That I am a real deal

A real Cherokee
Or am I fake Cherokee???

A Cherokee weighed in on this on Quora

First, I would never call them “fake Natives”.
They are 99% white,
mostly Blue-collar, and New Age Hippie,

who are simply
lost without their own specific identity
that they can proudly Claim,

so therefore,
they search for a certain Popular,

Romanticized segment of Indigenous People
that will “fit”
into their Family’s historical Lore.

Second, it just happens to ALWAYS be …
the Cherokee …

either Blackfoot or Lakota.

AND, “My GGM was a Cherokee Princess”,
as an add-on VALUE.

This is primarily
because of the vast area
formerly inhabited by the Cherokee.

However, the tribes’ interaction
with European immigrants since colonial times,
led to a great deal of intermarriage
with non-indigenous populations.

In many cases people have limited knowledge
of the other Native American nations,
that inhabited the areas in which they live.

However, a lot of this is wishful thinking,
and these people have African American
or other non-European ancestry.

It is fashionable to claim indigenous ancestry ,
in an attempt to legitimize t

Their sense of belonging on our lands.
The reason is simple,

they don’t know the names of the other tribes.
There has never been a song called
“Indian Reservation” about Apache People
or any other tribe but, the Cherokee.

“Indian Reservation”
by Paul Revere and the Raiders.

So if those people aren’t Cherokee
by blood at least it’s in spirit.

And so I conclude
I may be part Cherokee
Part of the lost tribe
Of the Cherokee

But who really knows
My mother took many things
With her to the grave
Lots of family secrets

Things I will never know
But in my heart
I know
That I am part Cherokee

And so I will proudly
Claim I am part Cherokee
In spirt
If not in blood
Catching the Trump Madness

It seems that every day
The trump madness deepens
As our leader descends
Into dementia and madness

And his followers continue
To follow having drunk the Kool aide
They don’t see the madness
That Trump has engendered

They are immune from all criticism
It is all fake news to them
Nothing but nonsense
Part of the anti-Trump cabal

And as the world descends
Into more madness
Led by the mad king
I despair

Wondering if and when
The world will wake up
And shake off this madness
This trump fever

Releasing the Trump Monsters

The Trump madness deepens
And the world grows darker
The evil ones have been released
The wild things are growling

The dogs of war
Satan’s hell hounds
Are on the loose
Howling at the moon

Running amuck
Infecting us all
With their madness
As we all turn into mindless zombies

Filled with hatred
Jealousy and insanity
As Trump and his neo-fascist
Cabal unleash the monsters

Of their dangerous id
Devouring all reason
Turning all they see
Into raving lunatics

As they set the world on fire
Ushering in the ends of days
Armageddon looms
Will Trump be raptured away?

Only God knows
And he is not telling
As we descend
Into the maelstrom

Hoping against hope
That we can overcome
The monsters
That Trump has unleashed

In the end
Perhaps it does not matter
As the world careens
Deeper into hell

There is no end
Nothing but despair
Forever and ever
The Trump madness never ends

President Trump International Fire Fighter in Chief?

Our dear leader
Our favorite President
President Trump
Once again

Interjected himself
Into areas that he knows nothing about
Making a fool of himself
In the process

Why does he do this?
Time after time
Talking nonsense
It is because

He is the smartest man
In the universe
Knows more than anyone else
And so he feels

He has to comment
On everything
Under the sun
And then some more

Even when he
Does not know
What he is talking about
So painful to watch such a fool

Mark Twain had sage advice
If you want people to think
You are a fool
Open your mouth
and remove all doubt

In the midst
Of the devastating Paris Norte Dame Fire
He tweeted

“So horrible to watch the massive fire
at Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris,”

“Perhaps flying water tankers
could be used to put it out.
Must act quickly!”

Later, Mr. Obvious noted,

They’re having a terrible,
terrible fire,”

Mr Trump later told reporters.

“It looks like it’s burning to the ground.”

The French were not amused
By the unwanted advice
By the fire fighter in chief

France’s civil defense agency,
Sécurité Civile, tweeted —
once in French
and once in English
— less than two hours after Mr Trump

sent his tweet
and appeared
to directly respond to the US president.

“Helicopter or aeroplane,
the weight of the water
and the intensity of the drop
at low altitude

could indeed weaken
the structure of Notre Dame
and result in collateral damage
to the buildings in the vicinity,”

the agency wrote in French.
And despite never posting updates in English,
the agency then sent out a second tweet.

Hundreds of firemen of the Paris Fire Brigade are doing everything they can to bring the terrible #NotreDame fire under control. All means are being used, except for water-bombing aircrafts which, if used, could lead to the collapse of the entire structure of the cathedral.
— Sécurité Civile Fr (@SecCivileFrance) April 15, 2019

And the French provided
This helpful advice
To the Fire Fighter in chief

When California burned
you did not seem to be a fire expert.
Please, shut up.
It is a tragic moment
for the cultural heritage of humanity.


Bankers have a license to steal
money from their clients
if you make a mistake
the bank can steal your money
as part of their banking license

Governments have a license
to steal money from the public
its is called taxation
or confiscation

It seems that police these days
have a license
to kill unarmed brown people
but only brown people

and the president
has a license to lie
as he lies all the time
just because he can

and I have the ultimate license
the poetic license
to write these verses
to enlighten the masses

Balanced in Berkeley

Born in Berkeley, California
a product of the wild 70’s
just a lost white brother
hanging about

can you hang about
listen to me lover
wildness left from the 60’des
want to fly away from California

leave the 60’s
ride away my lover
can you dig that without a doubt
born in Berkeley, California

It is Darker Than You Think

It is darker than you think

an old hag
an old witch
strictly old school
is talking to young people

She tells them
that it is darker 
than they think
the end times approach 

She proclaims
she sees the world ending
and is warning them
of what is to come

She is following
the dark master
of the universe
waiting for the end

and she is afraid
she sees the world
the end of things
the end of life

She is afraid
she tells her students
to boldly face 
the coming end

Spring Time Sketch in Youngjongdo, Korea

In the early morning dawn
I like to go for a walk
Down among the cherry trees
And flowering plants

Just to welcome
Another fine spring day
As the sun comes up
Dispelling my dismal mood

And filling me
With love
Hope and peace
As I walk the path

Of the world peace forest
Near my island home
Near the chaos of the airport

Through the forest
and over the mountain
breathing the spring time air
alive filled with life

and I think to myself
this moment
is the moment
that I am meant to experience

life itself
and nothing more
nothing less
Just breath in life
Four Haiku
walking on the path
in the world peace forest
snowing cherry trees 

the world at peace
walking with love of my life
all is right with me

the falling cherry trees
along the path of the forest
reminds us of love
endless noise on TV
quiet on the path outside
peace in my soul
Dangerous Times Tanka

in dangerous times
we retreat to our corners
convinced we are right
everyone else is evil
everyone else must die

Hidden Jewels in Seoul

In Seoul
A vibrant thriving city
Of a million stories
Of a million tales

There are hidden jewels
All around the city
The city is laced
With secret mountain paths

Only the locals know
Where these paths go
As the mountain paths
Criss cross the city

Every neighborhood
Has their mountain
At the top
Lies the exercise equipment

And old men and woman
Perhaps the guardian angels
Of the mountain
Mountain spirits

Stand guard
At the top of the mountain
Looking down
At the teaming masses

Old men and woman
Walk about
In the trails
High in the mountains

The city is also laced
With canals and stream beds
Everywhere you wander
You are not far from water ways

The secret trails cover the city
Yet the city does not seem
To know how to promote
These wondrous trails

Yes, the city of Seoul
Is filled with hidden treasures
Hidden gems
Deep in the mountains

As I walk in the hills
Lost in thought
The cherry trees
Snowing all around

I reflect again
On the hidden gems
The hidden trails
The hidden treasure of Seoul

Life of an Exiled Poet Wandering the Mountains

I am living a lonely life
Exiled from my home land
A stranger in a strange land
Far from where I grew up
Searching for what I lost

Just an exiled poet
Wandering the mountains
Deep in thought
Wondering what
Adventures wait me
As I wander the mountain paths

Wandering here and there
Just searching for my lost life
Wondering where my life
Has gone so terribly wrong
And why I am on this path

I see on the mountain path
A secret climbing cave
And I enter the cave
Hoping to find
A portal

Back to my lost world
To my lost time
To the beginning
Of my journal
The beginning
Of my long exile

But I can’t find
My way back
And am soon lost
And so I become
A ghost like figure
A lost soul of the damn

Doomed to wander
The world
Wandering the mountains
Lost in dark thoughts
Forever exiled
From my love

Walking Down the Frozen White Path

walking down the frozen white path
as the evening starts to falls
as I walk in the snow and talk
listening to the bird calls
filling the air with the music of Bach
I find myself getting lost
as I continue my lonely walk
death waits heading to the end of time

As I walk the snowing cold path
the dark evil evening continues to fall
the very stars are on the war path
lightening the up air as they fall
littering the ground with their cosmic sprawl
as the dying sun sets into the dark night
I come upon an ancient ruined wall
No one around as the end time approaches

I continue my lonely dismal walk
Rushing towards the end of time
no more time for mere talk
death waits heading to the end of time
Here We Go Again

In a few short months
aThe political silly season
Will be upon us

As the nation 
And world
Prepares to choose

The next leader
Of these disunited States 
Of America

Will the people
Wake up
And toss

The boy child president
Out on his proverbial butt?

Will sanity prevail
And reason return
To the body politic?

One can only hope
But I fear 
That the Trumpmeister

And the dark shadow figures
Behind him

Have many cards 
Up their proverbial sleeves

And they know
That the game is rigged
They know how it is played
And they know

Where the bodies are buried
For they buried the bodies

And are prepared 
To do 
Whatever it takes

To ensure 
Their buddy

Their clown show

Will be reelected
So that they can continue
To rape, and pillage
The earth

Making gazzilions
Of dollars
As the world burns
And civilization grinds
To a halt

They will find a way
To escape
They are the ultimate survivors
After all

And they never
Get voted off the island
Because they own the island
The TV station
And everyone’s soul

And so, here we go again
And again

Until the end of time itself
A constant battle

Against the dark evil forces
Conspiring against common good

To them
We are just cogs
In the machinery
Mere inputs

They don’t care
About you or me
All they care about
Is how much they 
Money they can make 
Off of you

Strap in 
Here we go again
The ride will get bumpy
Before it is all over

NRA Please Stop Talking

Another day
Another mass shooting
Another incident 
of domestic terrorism

another gun man
killing people
because just because

The NRA 
And their stooges
Come out 

Flood the airways
With their noxious 
Poisionous weasel words 

The NRA says
Mass shootings
Are like the weather

You can’t control them
You can’t predict them
And you can’t prevent them
Just have to accept it
It is all god’s will

Guns don’t kill people
If guns were outlawed
Only outlaws 
Would have guns

Only solution 
Is more guns 
For everyone

An armed society they say
Is a polite society

Support for gun control
Is socialist/communist/fascist/anti-American/anti-Christian nonsense
The beginning of tyranny 

If only the Jews had guns
The holocaust would not have happened

Jesus would want us all to be armed 
with machine guns
To protect us against the evil doers

It is the Christian thing to do
To blow away evil doers 
With heavy arms 

In America 
Land of the free
Home of the brave

We can’t do anything 
At all
About the mass carnage

Unleashed by madmen with guns
Who walk among us
Searching for their next victims

Any restriction of the right 
To bear arms
Is tyranny at its worst
The nanny state run amuck

Talking about gun control
After a tragic event 
Is just not the appropriate time

We need prayers 
And meaningless thoughts

Universal background checks
Too onerous

Registering guns
Too burdensome

Researching gun violence
waste of tax payer money 

banning military style assault weapons
restricts my right to blow 
away Bambi the deer with a M16

in the end
the NRA will keep talking
talking and talking

preventing anything 
from being done

and we will have another 
Mass shooting event
Before the day is out

So my plead 
This day 

To the NRA 
And their stooges

Talk is cheap
Your comments 
Are not helping

If you can’t 
Be a part of the solution
Just stop talking
Please stop talking

And let the rest 
Of us
Figure out

How to stop 
The madness in the streets
And stop the carnage


The End

April 2017 Poem A Thon - available on my web page only
April 1 Berkeley California
April 2 Lithia Springs
April 3 Walls
April 4 Changes
April 5 Facing Life’s Challenges Together
April 6 Wagon tire, Oregon
April 7 Watching Cats Hunt
April 8 Landlord Blues
April 9 Pane e circus 2017 Redux
April 10 Long Live Emperor Donald the Ist
April 11 3 Am Nightmares
April 12 Zombie Apocalypse
April 13 Spring Doositsu for Angela Poem a Thon
April 14 Love Jones
April 15 Kim Vs. Trump Twitter War
April 16 Why I am not a Christian Easter Thoughts
April 17 Love Haiku
April 18 Coffee Haiku
18 Spring Time in Oregon
April 19 Cats
April 20 Secret Agency Man
April 21 COSTCO People Watching
April 22 The Dogs of War are Howling
April 23 Suburban Laundromat
April 24, I Want You Right Now
April 25 The Decline of America
April 27 Life is Wonderful
April 28 Sandwich Choices
April 29 More Coffee Blues
April 30 Rambling Man -Where Do I Belong?

April 2018 Poem a Thon - available on web page

April 01 Thank God For Angela
April 02, 2018 Angela Haiku
April 03, 2018 2007 How Much I Despise You
April 03 Trump’s Wall Against Reason
April 04 It Has been Done Before
April 05 Walls Divide Us
April 06 Mr. Trump Tear Down this Wall
April 07 Angela Lee
April 08 Trump
April 09 Trump
April 10 Haiku
April 11 Hiking in the Spring time Snow
April 12 Learning I am Part Jewish
April 13 There is Nothing More to be Said
April 14 Hiking the Hills of My Youth Hanibun
April 15 Living with Pain Hanibun
April 16 Five Signs of the Apocalypse
April 17 Emperor Surveys the Eastern Sea
April 18 The General Unleashes the Kraken
April 19 Plead to the Computer Gods
April 20 Number of the Beast
April 21 The Neo-Fascists are Let loose
April 22 Life In Between
April 23 the Light Will Prevail April
April 24 April 19 Samonka for Angela
April 25 62 Years Young
April 26 Married Girl of My Dreams
April 27 The Darkness Grows
April 28 It was God's Will They Say
April 29 Looking Out My Window
April 30 In Search of America - Hitching the USA in 1975
April 01 Thank God For Angela

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