JOHN ("JAKE") COSMOS ALLER - POEMS

John (“Jake”) Cosmos Aller is a novelist, poet, and former Foreign Service officer having served 27 years with the U.S. State Department serving in ten countries (Korea, Thailand, India, the Eastern Caribbean (lived in Barbados but covering Antigua, Barbados, Dominica, Grenada, St Kitts, St Lucia, and St Vincent) and Spain. Prior to joining the U.S. State Department, Jake taught overseas for eight years. Jake served in the Peace Corps in Korea.  He grew up in Berkeley, California and has been to 49 States, and 50 countries.  He has been writing poetry, fiction, and novels for years. His work has appeared in numerous literary magazines online. His poetry blog can be found at https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com
                                                                        

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Trump The Movie
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​Watching the latest Presidential
Act of political  courage
Shutting down the government
Just before Christmas

​I am reminded of a movie
As I fall asleep
Listening to the TV
 
Blather on and on
About what it all means
 
Mr. Natural pops up
And screams
 
"It don’t mean shit
 “Dude,  Trump the movie
Starring Donald Trump
Is about to begin”!
 
A middle-aged white man
Down on his proverbial luck
Just been fired
 
Replaced by a foreign worker
Or a robot
 
Or just fired
Because he was no longer
Deemed useful
To the masters of the universe
 
If he was lucky
He'd  be given a watch
And an IOU worthless pension
 
And the man wanders into a restaurant
Pulls out a gun
 
Eats his breakfast
After the official breakfast hour
 
Puts on a Pepe the green frog mask

​Drops acid, Snorts speed
Drinks a shot of booze
 
And coffee smokes a joint
Snorts cocaine for good measure
and smokes a cigaret
 
 
And walks outside
 steals a bus at gun point
Filled with passengers
 
He tells them
They are hostages
 
And he puts on his vest
With the dead man switch
Next to the bomb
 
He announces
Via tweet
 
He is going to take the bus
To the proverbial pot of gold
 
Hidden deep in a cave
And when he got there
 
He would release the hostages
And disappear into the mine
And never be found again
 
And as the bus careens around the mountain
At a 100 miles an hour
The dude sprouts out
 
Conspiracy after conspiracy theory
About Obama the Muslim communist
 
secret gay working with George Soros
the Jewish money people
in league with the shapeshifting lizards
 
and Mueller is one of them
they are all after him
because he knows the deal
 
And the passengers are transfixed
Half hoping he would make it
Half hoping he would be blown away
 
And as the bus careens out of control
With the wheels falling off
 
And the cliff looming ahead
You realize this is real life
 
And the wheels are off the bus
Being driven by a lunatic President
 
We are all passengers
On the Trump bus crazy train
And this will not end well
 
I woke up from my nightmare
The world was still here
 
And I knew that the end
Of Trump’s mad bus ride
Is coming soon
 
Sanity will prevail
Before the world is blown up
 
Mr. natural pops up
 
And smiles

​Are you sure ?

​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 September 2017, or my blog,
Https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com     

​It all began in Berkeley, California    

​In the spring time of 1974 
  One fateful afternoon   
 
I was nodding off
 in my high school Physics class.   
 
I looked up 
and saw a tall, beautiful Asian woman standing looking at me. 
 
 She was the
most beautiful women 
in the universe
   
I screamed out, who are you? 
She disappeared like
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 dream
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 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 her!
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 past lives.
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 
Until the end of time itself