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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 10th! 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