April Poem A Thon – A Poem a Day

these poems were written for the April 2019 National Poetry month challenge sponsored by writers digest.  You can find them at All poetry and at my blog (which also has audio clips) at

April 1, 2019  63 Years
63 years old 
taught me a few things

life is
to short

to carry a grudge
live and love a lot

April 1, 2019  Spring Time In Seoul
Springtime In Seoul
full of promised weather
chase away winter

today just for 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

with my love
until the day is done

April 2

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

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 3rd 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 6 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

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
Dauting 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 decafe coffee

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

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 caffeinate
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

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

Santa James Offers Hope

In this dark and dangerous time
That we live in
We seldom hear tales
Of inspiration, hope and love

Yet when we do hear such tales
It fills us with wonder
And hope that some how
We can do better

Life can be better
Love can conquer hate
And decency can prevail
Over the dark forces all around us

In Kingman, Arizona
An old blind homeless man appeared
Out of nowhere he showed up
And started walking about

He was polite, friendly and not scary
Did not want anything from any one
And somehow he conquered the town
Who adopted him

They called him Santa James
Because he wore a red Santa cape
And he was just so
filled with good will

Laughter, advice and stories
Boy did he spin good stories
Poetic allusions
And just radiated goodness

Everyone fell in love with Santa James
He was given a job
Playing piano
Given a room to stay in

Spoke at the local schools
And churches
And to any one
who stopped him

He remembered everyone’s name
And life story
Even though he was blind
He could see the good in everyone

And that is the moral of the tale of mine
There is goodness all around us
If only we open our hearts
To accept it

We have the power
To reject hate
To reject division
And accept love

If only Santa James spirit
Could spread across this country
We could heal our wounds
And become united again

That is my prayer
Perhaps Santa James
Is really a saint
The real thing

Who knows
All we know
Is that Santa James
Came to town

And the rest
Is the history
We will make of it
Long Live Santa James

April 8 Lucky Numbers Blues
Writer’s digest prompt – write a poem about lucky numbers

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

April 9 Love Cinquain

My Love
Haunting my dreams
Nightly talking to me
Then walked out of the dreams into
my Life

April 10 Nightmare Cinquain

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

April 10th 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 11

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  Posted

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

The bank was supposed
To contact us,
They lied and claimed
that they did not know
Where we were

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

April 13, 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

April 14, 2019

California Burning Bright

burning bright wildfires
end of the world
an apocalyptic
a vision of world’s end