Howling at the Moon and Other Cosmos Poetry News

 

Good news Cosmos Fans! I am continuing to get published. Foliate Oak Literary Magazine will publish my poem, 'Fake Things" in their next edition. Plethora will publish October Falling Rain in their next edition. I also have just published my first Instagram poems, follow me on Instagram as I intend to create a lot more now that I know how to do it. And then I will create Pinterest postings, Tumblr postings, YouTube postings etc. Advice on how to work with these platforms would be greatly appreciated. One day soon my work will appear across the entire Cosmos which is fitting since I am the Cosmos, you dig? You can check it all on my blog, https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com. I’ve just updated it with lots of fresh content, including audio versions of the poems posted below. Check it out!.

here is the poem, Fake Things. Check it out.

 

Fake Things

 

We live in a world

Of fake things

 

Fake Products

Fake News

Fake Calls

Fake Politics

Fake Sports

Fake Business

Fake Leaders

Fake People

Fake friends

Fake sincerity

 

Surrounded 24/7

By all the fake things

How can anything real exist?

Is it all nothing but fake things

Designed to deceive us all?

 

note:  will be published in Foliate Oak Review.  I just updated my blog, the world according to cosmos with a lot of fresh content.  Go to https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com to check it out

And here is October Falling Rain which will be published in Plethora magazine.

The falling rain

Of late October

Fills me with essential dread

As I rush about

And end up here

Wherever here is

 

The rain outside

Seems like the tears of god

 

As I sit

Crying over my beer

Thinking of lost love

And failed dreams

Wondering

What went wrong?

And what I can set right

And the rain falls

And the night darkens

The rain is falling

All over this man’s world

And the rain falls

And I sit

Drinking my lonesome drink

Lost in dreams

Dreaming of what

Could never be

Thinking dark thoughts

And so, I sit

And dream the night away

note:  will be published in Plethora. I just updated my blog, the world according to cosmos with a lot of fresh content.  Go to https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com to check it out

 

Final reminder. Plethora is also sponsoring a romantic poetry contest.  The due date if February 10^th! 

 

Here's my entry

 

The Story of How We Met

Note: This is a true story. For further details see Dreams and the Unexplainable– a Chicken

Soup for the Soul book, published in September 2017,

 

It all began in Berkeley, California

In the springtime of 1974

One fateful afternoon

I was sleeping in my high school Physics class.

I looked up and saw a tall,

beautiful Asian woman

standing there looking at me.

 

She was the most beautiful women

in the universe to me

I screamed out, who are you?

 

She disappeared

as if she was beamed

away from my dream.

 

I knew that someday

I would meet the girl

In the dream

 

Little did I know

I would have to wait until 1982

 

Starting that month

I began having the same dream

Month and month and month.

Always the same.

 

She was saying something

in a strange language.

Then one day

 

I had the dream

and knew that

she was in Korea.

 

So, I chose to go

to Korea

In the Peace Corps,

Somehow knowing

That I would meet her there.

One day

A year after the Peace Corps ended

A month before I planned

to leave to return

to the U.S. for graduate school

 

That morning early in the morning

I had the last of these dreams.

This time I understood her.

 

She said, “Don’t worry.

We’ll meet soon.”

 

That evening

As I was getting off the bus

To go to my class

I saw getting off the bus

The girl in my dream.

 

It was she!

I was speechless.

 

I did not know what to do.

Over the course of the evening

 

I ran into her several times.

Finally, I was introduced to her.

 

I muttered some lame excuse

About wanting to find a Korean tutor

and got her number.

 

The next day she came to the gate

Of my base where I was teaching

ESL to Koreans

 

She said that she

had to speak with me.

I told to wait in the library

for about an hour,

 

and I would cancel class

and meet her then.

 

We went out for coffee.

She told me that she was madly

 in love with me

And simply had to have me.

 

I told her I felt the same way.

I proposed five days later,

And got married one month later.

 

Does she believe this story?

She claims she does not believe it

Because it is impossible to be true.

 

But I know that there

are other worlds and other times.

 

In a past life

we must have been together somehow.

And our love was so strong

That it crossed over the barrier

of time and space

She found me in 1974,

But it took until 1982

For us to actually meet.

 

And it has been 36 years

Since we met in the physical sphere

Or 45 years since the dream began

 

And I still recall the dream

And meeting her

 

I had no choice

When I met her

We were fated to be together

 

Until the end of this lifetime

And the next and the next

 

Finally, in honor of the Blood Moon, here is my Howling at the Moon poem, a subset of my lunatic poems which I have just posted on my blog site.

 

Just an Unhinged Lunatic Howling at The Moon

 

On a moonlit late night

I sat in a bar

Drinking drams of demented, fermented dream dew

 

Just an unhinged lunatic

Dreaming of howling at the full moon

Watching the world walk by

Looking at all the fine looking babes

Walking by the street

Thinking wild, erotic thoughts

Of endless wild libertine passions

 

When into the bar

Walked the most beautiful women

In the Universe

 

So wild, so free

So wonderfully alive

I did not know what to do

 

As this vision of delight

Sauntered through the bar

 

In a skin-tight leather pants

Looked so fine

That my eyeballs hurt

 

And finally, I had to say something

So, I gathered up my manly courage

And walked up to her

And she looked at me

And instantly bewitched my soul

With a devilish grin

I lost all reason

And became a raving lunatic

 

Unhinged lunatic

Howling at the moon

Foaming at the mouth

 

A wild, free werewolf

Howling at the lunatic light

Of the full Moon

 

Howling at The Moon

 

I stood outside

Between the trees

In a field

 

On the outside of town

Beneath the lunatic rays

Of the blood red full moon

 

The lunatic lights of the moon

Casts a wild primeval glow

On me

The hormonal chemicals are unleashed

The wild beast within

Escapes it chain

And I howl with delight

A werewolf

Free at last

To run amuck

Free of its civilized restrains

Throwing off its clothes

 

Stripping naked

Running wild

Naked and free

 

A wild man

Enjoying his freedom

 

Lunatic Howling at the Moon

 

As I sit

Under the lunatic light of the full moon

Of the blood-red lights of the moon

 

Full of wild passions

The lustful beast stirs again

And starts running and running

Howling at the moon

Riding into the new dawn

On a demented Harley Davis cycle

With two naked babes on his back

 

Riding into the sun

90 miles per second

At the speed of thought

He disappears into the lunatic light

Of the full moon

And I wake up

Alone in my bed

 

Saying, man, that was quite a night

I better not go there again

 

The wild beast

Laughs

 He has heard that before

 

And I join

The beast

In howling at the Moon

 

The End