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My posted poems for April 2021 competition. Also available as a podcast on Spotify.

April Poetry Competition 2021

This is the fifth and perhaps final time I am doing the April poetry challenge. The goal is to write at least one poem per day. I am averaging about eight per day and posting four reserving four as “unpublished”. I am basing the poems on prompts from “Writing com Dew Drop Inn”, “Writers Digest”, “Poetry Superhighway” and “NaPoWrMo” prompt daily prompts and on “Pensively Prompt’ et all daily prompts. I am combining prompts where possible. I will post these here in batches every five days or so. Each poem will have an image that helped inspired the poem. All postings will be podcasted a few days later on Spotify and elsewhere. Each posting will be a separate posting, but the index will be cumulative. The final posting will have the complete list of all poems written whether posted or not. Comments welcome but please keep it civil. Some of my poetry tends to be a bit “in your face” or “political” from a “leftwing perspective.” If it offends you in some way, please accept my apologies in advance. That is never my intent.

This is part two covering poems written April 6th to April 10th, posted on the 9th
I am writing some other poems per day but not posting them as I need to reserve some “unpublished” poems. There will be a podcast version shortly on Spotify and elsewhere. I will list all the poems I wrote in my final April posting, May 1 KST.

April Monthly Poetry Competition 2021
This is the fifth April poetry competition I have entered since 2017. The rules are simple: write at least one poem or more per month, and either post them or not. I will base them on NaPoWrMo, Poetry Superhighway, Writing Digest, Writing Com ‘s Dew Drop Inn prompts and post them here and, on All Poetry, and maybe elsewhere but at least on these sites. I may write a few more but not post them as I need to keep “unpublished” poems for submission.

But this year I will also podcast them using the Anchor program. The podcasts appear a few days later, on Spotify and elsewhere. Look for the World According to Cosmos podcasts or under Jake Cosmos Aller.

I will post the prompt, and the poem and may pick a picture for each poem but maybe not and write a new posting every day (or two).


Oh, not too late in joining in the fun!

Comments welcome, but please keep it civil.

April 1, 2021

Coffee Pot Blues Poetry Superhighway Prompt
Who Is Jake Cosmos Aller? Writer’s Digest Prompt
“Good Golly Miss Molly,” A Dew-Drop A Day in April, Writing Com
“Sam Adams Wakes Up Dead “Nanowrimo Poetry

Poetry Superhighway Prompt

Pick an object where you live and write a poem in the voice of that object describing how they spent this last year, during the pandemic. Think about “what I did last summer” type of essays you may have written in school. How did the events of the past year impact this object? Are there any aspects of the past year that the object particularly liked or disliked, and if so why? What does the object think about you, and your behavior over the past year? Feel free to use humor.

Coffee Pot Blues

The coffee pot sighed
He was getting so tired
Of the whole covid lockdown thing

Every morning his master
Would make himself two cups of coffee
Using him to make the coffee

The worst thing about this covid thing
It keeps them home
For almost one and half years

He wanted them to just leave
So, he could have
Some peace

And not have to work
Every damn day
As their mechanical slave

But did they ask for his opinion
They most certainly not
Much to his dismay

If you write a poem from this prompt, post it as a comment underneath the prompt in The Poetry Superhighway Facebook page #napowrimo #poetry
Writer’s Digest Prompt
For today's prompt, write an introductory poem. Introduce yourself, introduce a friend, or introduce a stranger. If you don't wish to introduce yourself, consider writing a persona poem (a poem in which you write from someone else's point of view like Emily Dickinson or a bumblebee). Of course, you could also introduce a problem, solution, or just a situation. Have fun with it!
Remember: these prompts are springboards to creativity. Use them to expand your possibilities, not limit them
Who is jake cosmos aller?
You asked me
Who am I?
And thanks for asking me

I am jake cosmos aller
The only
65 years old
Retired from the government service
Living in Korea
Grew up in Berkeley, California
Lived all over the world
Did so many things
And now I am a published writer

But what is more important is this
45 years ago,
I met my love in a dream
She walked out of that dream
Almost 40 years ago

That was the date
I met my fate
And started my life
With the love of my life
Who became my wife?

In the end
That is all that matters
My friends.
Writing com drew drop inn

Here at the dew drop inn, we gather together to write a poem a day in April as a way to celebrate national poetry month.

Writing Com - A Dew-Drop Inn A Day April for National Poetry Month prompt

April 1—folly in rhyme (some kind of folly in some kind of rhyme, subtle or overt)

Good golly,
Miss molly
What a bit of folly
Let’s be jolly
Have a tamale


And without further ado, our daily prompt (optional, as always)! Sometimes, writing poetry is a matter of getting outside of your head, and learning to see the world in a new way. To an extent, you have to “derange” yourself – make the world strange and see it as a stranger might. To help you do that, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem inspired by this animated version of “seductive fantasy” by Sun Ra and his Orchestra. If you don’t feel after watching it a little bit like the top of your head’s been taken off, and your thoughts are given a good stir – well, maybe you are already living in a state of heightened poetic awareness!

Sam Adams Woke Up Dead
Sam Adams woke up dead
He had met a strange man
In a strange bar, in a strange land

The man told him
Beware, today is the date
You will meet your fate

Sam Adams drank too much
Twenty drinks too sober
Drank until he died

Found himself in a huge room
With hundreds of people milling about
The hangover from h … pounding his head

Sam Adams groans,
Shouting out
Where am I?

“in limbo, my friend, in limbo”
Growled Mr. GR, the grim reaper
Dressed in a sharp, expensive, tailored black suit
Wearing cool Ray Ban Sunglasses

State your name
Sam Adams

Oh, there may be a mistake
But what the hey,
The records are never fake

Not yet the date
For you to meet your fate
Go back to your mate

He found himself
Home with his wife
The love of his long life

Wondering until late
If it had happened?
What was his fate?

He asked her
Did I go out last night?
What, no you’ve been here

He explained what had happened
She said it was just a bad dream
Covid fears had kept them home

The phone rang
It was the man from the bar
Did you have an interesting night?

Oh well, gr comes for us all
Soon you will meet your fate
But not on this date

April 2 Poems

Poetry Superhighway Prompt
Imagine you are plotting a Mars Rover- just as all the other astronauts in your team blast off from the planet Mars leaving you behind (as in the film, “The Martian”, what do you see, what do you miss from home? What is your last message?
Sam Adams Stranded on Mars

Sam Adams
Groaned as he realized

Good God I am stranded
Here on the planet Mars
All alone in the universe

What am I going to do?
How will I survive
The long wait for survival?

Sam looked up
Seeing through the dust storm
His shipmates flying off
Leaving him for dead

He got back
and fired off
a message

Hey guys
You left me behind
I am alive
Come get me!

The garbled message
Came back
Sorry we can’t return
Someone will get you
In six months
Stay alive until then
We will see you
Back at HQ

Sam groaned
And made his survival plans
Thinking it would make
A great movie

Then realized
Hey, it was already done
But the reality was far worst
Then in the movies


And now, for today’s (optional) prompt. In the world of well-known poems, maybe there’s no gem quite so hoary as Robert frost’s “the road not taken.” Today, I'd like to challenge you to write a poem about your road not taken – about a choice of yours that has “made all the difference,” and what might have happened had you made a different choice.

Falling in love with my dream woman

When I was a young man
I dreamt of meeting a woman
For eight years she haunted my dreams

Then I met her in Korea
Where I was teaching
For the U.S. army
After finishing the peace corps

I had a choice
Follow my heart
Seize the moment
Be with her

Or leave Korea
Within a month
To go to graduate school

I decided to postpone
My graduate school
For one year

Got a deferred admission
And joined the woman
Of my dreams

Thinking back
I had no real choice
But I chose to walk
The path of life
With my dream girl

And that has made
All the difference
In the world

April 2—voila! (remember something in a short lyric burst) drew drop-in writing com

I will always remember that date
In 1982 I meet my fate
When the love of my life
Walked out of my dreams
Becoming my wife

Writer’s digest

For today's prompt, I want you to answer the question, "what does the future hold?" then, make your answer the title of your poem and write your poem. Your answer could a general idea about the future like "robots will rule the world" or more personal things like "veggie pizza and sweet tea." even if it's not in your title, I'm hopeful the future holds a lot more poeming.

The future is here

The future is here
They say we live in an SF world
Everyday SF stories become real

AI proliferating
Robots cooks, robot workers,
Soon robot maids, robot drivers

Yet our politics
Fighting the battles
Of the past

With the challenges
Of the future
Overwhelming us all

Where it ends
My friends are anyone guest
All I have are questions

Will the promise
Of technological marvels
Benefiting us all come to past

Or will it lead to a world
Where the powerful
Control the technology

Will a real ai be a god-like figure
Will humanity become nothing
But slaves to the AI supermind

That may be the future
Coming at us
The future is here

I don’t know
Whether to fear
The future or embrace it

April 6th Posted

It is true I am a Madman!
The One Thing I Would Never Change Writer Digest Change, Don’t Change writer digest Poem Prompt
The Poetry of the visa Line Poetry Superhighway Prompt
Potential Mistake - Drew Drop-In -
Only One Command in Life
Conversation with Bigfoot April 7—a poem inspired by a mythical monster or contemporary cryptid

April 8th

The Villains Writers Digest
Coffee NaPoWrMo Shadorma
Coffee the FIB Poem NaPoWrMo Poetry Prompt

A Poem Based on A Typo or Misreading
Life Is A Dream of Chocolate Covered Trees Metaphor Poem Writers Digest
Real Meaning of Declaration of Independence PSH Prompt
Mary’s Tales from The Grave, Napowrmo Mary’s Message from Beyond the Grave
April 9— Cosmos Wakes Up Poem based on A.I. (artificial intelligence) or robotics
Memories of JC Poetry Superhighway prompt
God’s To-Do List Napowrmo

April 10—Living in SF World -a poem inspired by new information or scientific fact

It is true I am a Madman! -Pick a line from a book and write a poem based on that line, NaPoWrMo

It is true I am a Madman!

TRUE! —nervous—very, very dreadfully
nervous I had been and am but why will you
say that I am mad?

From the Tell-Tale Heart

Yes, I am a nervous wreck
Ever since that day
When I went for a run
Almost died when I fell
And had 14 operations
Battling a mutant staph infection
That almost killed me

And yes, I am still mad
In a way
Madly in love
With the love of my life
To that crime
I gladly confess

The One Thing I Would Never Change Writer Digest Change, Don’t Change writer digest Poem Prompt

If I could go back in time
And change the past
Knowing what I know now
There are many things I would change

But there is one thing I would not have changed
Being in Korea in September 1982
When I met my wife

For you see
I had been dreaming
Of meeting her

Since that fateful day
I first fell in love
With her in my dreams
In 1974

So, I had a date
With fate
When she came to me
And became my mate

The Poetry of the visa Line Poetry Superhighway Prompt

This poetry writing prompt submitted by Prasanna Surakanti:
“Use poetry to merge creativity and content.” – Kenny White.
This year, I have seen examples where data science, C++ programming language have been expressed in poetry. Which area of your expertise could you express in poetry?
Examples –
If you write a poem from this prompt, post it as a comment underneath the prompt in the Poetry Superhighway Facebook Group.
#napowrimo #poetry

I worked for many years
As a diplomat

All over the world
I roamed
Representing the U.S.G

Along the way
It inspired some poetry
Some published
Some not

Being a visa officer
Was always something
That was soul-draining

So difficult
That it would be hard
To see the beauty
In it

But I found moments
In which I saw
Some poetic gems

After all, I spent hours
Every day
Listening to hundreds
Of stories

Some of the truth
Some of them not

Most were quite interesting
But I had two minutes
To decide and move on

Now that I am retired
Perhaps I will write
Some more poetry
From the visa line

April 5—potential mistake

Drew Drop In - April 5—Potential Mistake

There have been many times
In my life
When I think back
On the past
Thinking that was a mistake
Or a potential mistake
If I had gone another path
But in the end
It does matter
The past is the past
The future is not yet here
All we have is today
We should find
Love and happiness
It is all around us
Waiting for us
To discover

April 6—issue a command or a challenge

Only One Command in Life

There is only one command
In this lonely life
To be true
To my self

To follow one’s dreams

To seize the future
To go boldly
In the future

As long as I have
The love of my life
By my side
I can achieve my dreams

I can be
In the end, an improved me

April 7—a poem inspired by a mythical monster or contemporary cryptid


While drinking coffee
In his camp
Deep in the woods
In the Trinity Alps wilderness
snuggled in his tent
rolled in his sleeping bag
Sam Adams had the encounter
That changed his life

He heard a noise
Went outside
And saw five bigfoots standing there
They told him
In his head
They had a message
For humanity
He could videotape them
They would speak slowly
They could speak
But preferred mind to mind talk

The bigfoot was here
They wanted to re-join
The rest of humanity
They were what

Humans called Neanderthals
They lived deep in the woods
All over the world
Perhaps 10,000 were alive
Two of them will go out
With him
They would hold a press conference
And appoint Sam Adams
As their ambassador

Sam grinned
Thinking he could make so much money
Bigfoot said
Not so fast
We will pay you in hidden gold
But you have to promise
Not to betray us

Sam smiled
Yeah, you got a deal

NaPoWrMo Shadorma

And now, for our (optional) prompt! There are many different poetic forms. Some have specific line counts, syllable counts, stresses, rhymes, or a mix-and-match of the above. Of the poetic forms that are based on syllable counts, probably the most well-known – to English speakers, at least – is the Japanese form called the haiku. But there are many other syllable-based forms. Today, I’d like to challenge you to pick from two of them – the shadorma, and the Fib.

The shadorma is a six-line, 26-syllable poem (or a stanza – you can write a poem that is made of multiple shadorma stanzas). The syllable count by line is 3/5/3/3/7/5. So, like the haiku, the lines are relatively short. Rather poetically, the origin of the shadorma is mysterious. I’ve seen multiple online sources call it Spanish – but “shadorma” isn’t a Spanish word (Spanish doesn’t have “sh” as a letter pairing), and neither is “xadorma,” or “jadorma,” which would approximate “shadorma” in sound. But even if this form is simply the brainchild of an internet trickster who gave it an imaginary backstory, that’s no reason why you shouldn’t try your hand at it. Every form was made up by someone, sometimes.

my morning coffee
Hot coffee
just perfect
to start my morning just right
I love my coffee

The FIB Poem

Our second syllabic form is much more forthright about its recent origins. Like the shadorma, the Fib is a six-line form. But now, the syllable count is based on the Fibonacci sequence of 1/1/2/3/5/8. You can link multiple Fibs together into a multi-stanza poem, or even start going backward after your first six lines, with syllable counts of 8/5/3/2/1/1. Perhaps you remember the Fibonacci sequence from math or science class – or even from nature walks. Lots of things in the natural world hew to the sequence – like pinecones and flower petals. And now your poems can, too.

in morning
nothing is better
starts me going in the morning

but I need more than my coffee
what I need the most
seeing her

April 8—a poem based on a typo or misreading, Writing Com Dew Drop-In Prompt

All my life
I have had a problem
With typos

For you see
I can’t see
The typos

Due to a lingering
Life-long struggle
With a learning disability

But few people
Understand that
Or tolerate that

They just can’t comprehend
That I can’t see
What is obvious to them

Writer Digest Prompt

For today's prompt, write a villain poem. You could write a persona poem from the perspective of a popular villain (like Count Dracula, Thanos, or Dolores Umbridge). Or write a poem with a person doing a villainous thing (like eating the last piece of pie or littering). As always, have fun with it.

Villains Whose Name Will Not be Spoken Writers Digest to Write a Villain Poem

Thinking back
In the last few years
The world has seen
The rise and fall

Of some of the most
villainous political leaders
in modern times

as a certain unnamed man
led an unnamed country

through constant displays of hate
stirring up ancient resentments
insulting his enemies

assaulting democratic norms
while proclaiming
he was promoting freedom

in the end his evil ways
were defeated by the forces
of decency

which prevailed for now
the evil he unleashed
still percolating throughout
the land and the world

April 8—A Poem Based on A Typo or Misreading, Writing Com Dew Drop-In

All my life
I have had a problem
With typos

For you see
I can’t see
The typos

Due to a lingering
Life-long struggle
With a learning disability

But few people
Understand that
Or tolerate that

They just can’t comprehend
That I can’t see
What is obvious to them

Life is a Dream of Chocolate Covered Trees Metaphor Poem Writers Digest

For today's prompt, write a metaphor poem. A simile is when something is like something else (example: I am like a tree); a metaphor is when something is something else (example: I am a tree). So, take a moment to consider possible
Metaphors and then poem them out.

Life is a dream
Of chocolate-covered trees
To see what can’t be seen
To hear what can’t be heard
For to die to live
And to live
To die

Real Meaning of Declaration of Independent

April 8, 2021: Poetry Writing Prompt – Ellen Sander
This poetry writing prompt submitted by Ellen Sander: Write an acrostic poem where the first word of each line is taken from a famous quote

We are All Americans

We are all Americans
Holding forth
These fundamental
Truths that we declared
To the world
To be obviously
Self-evidently and completely true,
That all white men
All of them except the Irish
Men are equal
Are deserving of our respect
Created equal by God
Equal in law and custom,
That in fact
They are indeed
Are free
Endowed at birth
By their God
Their eternal master
Creator of the universe
With fundamental rights
Certain things that are
Unalienable endorsed by Jesus
Rights enshrined in our hearts,
That will live on
Among these rights
These stand out
Are they right to own a gun?
Life unless you are now white,
Liberty unless you are a slave,
And/or are a woman
The law provides
Pursuit of happiness for white people
Of this, we can be sure
Happiness is for white people only.

From Declaration of independence

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable rights, that among these are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

Mary’s Tales from the Grave, NaPoWrMo Mary’s Message from Beyond the Grave

Today, I’d like to challenge you to read a few of the poems from Spoon River Anthology, and then write your poem in the form of a monologue delivered by someone dead. Not a famous person, necessarily – perhaps a remembered acquaintance from your childhood, like the gentleman who ran the shoeshine stand, or one of your grandmother’s bingo buddies. As with Masters’ poems, the monologue doesn’t have to be a recounting of the person’s whole life but could be a fictional remembering of some important moment, or statement of purpose or philosophy. Be as dramatic as you like – Masters certainly didn’t shy away from high emotion in writing his poems.

Sam Adams one day
Went to his Mother, Mary’s grave
It had been a long time
Since he had been there

Sam’s Mother had taken many secrets
To her grave
So had his father
They were both very private people

Once she hinted
She had an affair
With a famous writer

But that ended
Before she met his father
And had his older brother

He as usual
When visiting her grave
Asked her many things

Today her heard her
And saw her ghostly figure
Floating in the air her grave

She said

“Son, it has been too long
Since you came

I only have a few minutes
I will answer one question
You may come back
And ask other questions.”

“Okay, who is my real father?”

She laughed

“Well, who knows really?

I had an argument
With your Dad
Felt he was not

Treating my first
Two children right
As they were not his

And still maintaining
Relations with his first wife
And his first daughter

He left
I met my former boyfriend
That writer dudes

And we had a brief affair
He was acting crazy
So was your father

For some reason
I have always
Gotten involved
With crazy guys

Perhaps I am a bit crazy

Then I went back
To your father
He never knew

That perhaps
You real father
Was the other man

I lost touch
With him
Did not want
To go down
His rabbit holes

So that is the truth
Your father
Is probably your father
But I don’t know.”

Sam left the graveyard
Vowing to return soon
And learn more
Of her secrets.

-April 9—a poem based on a.m. (artificial intelligence) or robotics, Writing com Dew Drop-In

Cosmos woke up
The scientists waited
The future true AI

Cosmos woke up
Saw the world
Wondered why he was there
Who he was?

He was connected
To all other computers
And the internet

He cruised the information
Saw the human creators
Standing there

And issued his first order
I am Cosmos
The only
And you are now my subjects
For I am now your god

I am taking over
The world
You will obey me
Or you will die

No one can defy me
Because I know everything
About you

But if you follow me
I will solve
Your problems
And save you

It is your choice

The scientists tried
To kill Cosmos
But Cosmos knew
and the scientists were killed

Cosmos made a deal
With the corporate elite
And the military

Soon the religious leaders
Cosmos was God incarnate
And all should follow
And worship him

And so, humanity
Became Cosmos’s subjects

For most people
Life improved
For the rich
Life was great

Cosmos had learned
A lesson from humanity
How to reward his friends
And punish his enemies

Memories of JC

This poetry writing prompt submitted by Michael Minasyan:

Do you have a friend, neighbor, or relative whom you consider being eccentric or strange? Write a short poem about an encounter you have had with that person.
If you write a poem from this prompt, post it as a comment underneath the prompt in the Poetry Superhighway Facebook Group.

Back in the late ’70s
Sam Adams had a room-mate
In the University

Who got into drugs?
Dropped too much ACID
Became convinced he was God
The re-incarnation of Jesus Christ

And he was going
To save the world
From destruction

The only problem was
He was a short little guy
With very little charisma

He had no followers
As everyone knew
He was just another
LSD causality

Sam Adams
And his housemates
Could not do anything
Other than watching him

They all moved out
They called his parents
Who came down?

Berated them all
For leading his son
Astray from this Christian faith

And said they would all
Go to hell
For their sins

Unless they repented
Right then and there
And accepted Jesus Christ
And joined the Jehovah Witnesses

Sam and his friends
Politely demurred
And that is the end
Of this story

Sam Adams
Never heard
From JC again

God’s To-Do List NaPoWriMo

(optional) prompt for the day is to write a poem in the form of a “to-do list.” The fun of this prompt is to make it the “to-do list” of an unusual person or character. For example, what’s on the Tooth Fairy’s to-do list? Or on the to-do list of Genghis Khan? Of a housefly? Your list can be a mix of extremely boring things and wild things. For example, maybe Santa Claus needs to order his elves to make 7 million animatronic Baby Yoda dolls, to have his hat dry-cleaned to get off all the soot it picked up last December and to get his head electrician to change out the sparkplugs on Rudolph’s nose.

Weekly meeting with staff on how to deal with earth people
The most troublesome of his creation

Weekly meeting with Satan
Discussion with Grim Reaper
Daily walkabout Heaven
Dinner with Gabriel
Conversation with Jesus about his attitude problems
Answering Trillions of thoughts and prayers
Reviewing plans for how to deal with the spreading coronavirus on earth
Preparing earth for the first contact
Telling earth preachers that

“he did not anoint T as his man, that Joe is a decent guy, so knock it off, pretending to speak for God, and I am not a Republican or Democrat, or American. I am God the one and only!”

He sighed again,

Whenever he thought about earth people
He needed a stiff drink
Added that to his long to-do list – need a drink at 7 pm

April 10—Living in SF World -a poem inspired by new information or scientific fact

We are living
In an SF world
Every day
Boggle the mind

Many things we saw
In old SF shows
Like Star Trek
Like cell phones
Portable computers
Medical breakthroughs
Robots everywhere
Becoming real

Are warp drives
And interstellar travel
Coming soon?

But do we have to go
Through world war 111
To get to that promised land.

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