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 in ten countries - Antigua, Barbados, Dominica, Grenada,  Korea, India, St Kitts, St Lucia,  St Vincent, Spain and Thailand. and traveled to 45 countries during his career.  Jake has been an aspiring novelist for several years and has completed two novels, (Giant Nazi Spiders, and the Great Divorce) and is pursuing publication.  He has been writing poetry all his life and has published his poetry in electronic poetry forums, including All Poetry, Moon Café and Duane’s Poetree. (under the name Jake Lee).  He is looking forward to transitioning to his third career – full-time novelist and poet after completing his second career as a Foreign Service officer, and his first career as an educator overseas for six years upon completion of his Peace Corps service in South Korea.

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​Meeting God at the Lake
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​In my 61 years around the sun
I encountered God four times
At least I thought it was God
But could never be sure
 
The first time I met God
I had taken magic mushrooms
And had gone to a lake
 
And soon was tripping inside my head
Lost in inner space
 
Zoning out tuning in
Dropping down the proverbial rabbit hole
 
And then in the middle of my madness
I felt oneness with the universe
My body melted away
 
And I joined the universe
All bonderies dropped away
 
And I knew that the universe
Was alive and I was part of the Cosmos
And the Cosmos was part of me
 
And I wondered at that moment
If I was face to face with God
 
I asked God to reveal himself to me
And nothing happened
 
Just laughter as the whole universe
Burst into laughter
 
And the madness began to fade
And I slowly came down from the high
 
And became aware of myself
And I was no longer one
With the universe
 
I felt profoundly moved by the experience
Felt that I had achieved perhaps nirvana
Or felt the presence of God
Meeting God at the Lake p2
 
The feeling faded over time
And I resume my quest to find God
 
But knew that I would never again
Come so close to the divine essence
Of the very Universe

​The Cosmic Cat from Berkeley

​I next encountered the divine
Many years later in Berkeley, California
I had gone home to be with my Mother
 
While taking leave from my job
in the Foreign Service
 
I had two weeks there by myself
My wife came later
near the end of the trip
 
Every morning I woke up
Had  my coffee, and breakfast
Did yoga while listening to music
And looking out at the garden
 
Then spoke to my mother
Who was sliding into dementia
Day by day losing her reason
 
Then I would go out
And explore the city
Go to a museum
 
Go to one neighborhood
And just be there
Rediscovering the Bay area
After years of being away
 
Having dinner with old friends
Seeing movies etc
 
Every morning a black cat came to visit
The cat was friendly and waited for me
And then would join me in my morning rambles
Following me to the bus stop
 
I stated talking to the black cat
He looked at me with the spark of divinity
 
In his dark eyes
I called him the cosmic cat
He seemed to like that

​He would look at me
And I opened up to me
Told the cat all my dark secrets
 
As I walked the streets
Of the old neighborhood
 
Every morning and every evening the cat
Would be there to greet me
And to carry out our endless conversation
 
Then I had to leave
And in our final conversation
I asked the cosmic cat
 
Say, Cat are you just a cat
Or are you a demonic cat
 
Are you possessed by God
Or by Satan
 
The cat looked at me
And I realized that God
Was indeed residing in the cat
 
But that god was residing everywhere
All I had to do was open my mind
And the rest would follow
 
So I said Good bye to the cosmic cat
And he purred and came up to me
 
And I felt the comforting presence
Of the divine spirit of God
As I said goodbye to the cosmic cat
And said goodbye to my mother
 
As this was the last time
That we would be able to really talk
 
I told my mother about the cosmic cat
She smiled and said that the cat
was there for me and her
to comfort us both in our hour of need
 
and that the cat was indeed
a cosmic cat

​The Cosmic Dog from Goa 

​My final time with God
Happened a year latter
I was staying down in Goa
With my wife
 
Enjoying being with her
After our reconciliation
We stayed at the Taj Mahal Goa
Living like Kings and Queen
 
Just for a few days
High up on a hill
Overlooking the beach
 
Every morning I went down to the beach
And did yoga by the water
While contemplating life
 
And every morning
I saw the same dog
 
Not just a dog
But a cosmic dog
Filled with the divine spark of God
 
And the dog recognized me
And spoke to me and I knew
That God was present once more
In the face of the that cosmic dog
 
Kindred spirit
perhaps to the cosmic cat
that had save my soul
in Berkeley so long ago
 
I told the dog everything
And he just looked at me
With those soulful eyes of his
And I knew he knew that I knew
That he was possessed by God
 
God had sent him to me
To make sure that I was on the right path
 
That the reconciliation that God had promoted
Was on track that I was back with my wife
And that everything was the way it should be
 
Again I asked God whether he was Jesus or Allah
Or Brahmin or Ganesh or Buddha
 
God the cosmic dog just stared at me
I finally asked him directly
 
Say if you are God the God of Jesus
Bark once
 
The Dog looked at me and barked
 
I said well if you are Allah bark twice
The dog barked twice
 
Well are you buddha then bark three times if yes
The god dog barked three times
 
Hmm well are you Satan
The dog growled at me
And I knew I had gone too far
 
Finally I was at peace
And for the next three days
 
The God Dog was my constant companion
And I knew God for the final time
In my life

 

More Dental Blues
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​I have the dentist blues
I have them bad
 
Have to go to the dentist
For my twice yearly torture session
 
In order to save my remaining teeth
I must endure the never ending pain
 
I have the dentist blues
I have them bad
 
I must have known over 100 dentists
During my 61 years around the sun
 
Some were good, some were great
A few became friends
A few became enemies
 
All became richer
From fixing my crooked no good
very bad misbehaving evil teeth
 
I have the dentist blues
I have them bad
 
All tortured me
Saying it was for my own good
To save my crooked wicked teeth
 
My teeth are bad
Wicked, misbehaving
Rotten to the core
And always have
 
I have the dentist blues
I have them bad
 
I tried orthodontic braces
As a child
Gave it up as an adult
 
Did everything except implants
So many crowns
So many root canals
So many pulled teeth
And partial dentures to boot
 
So much dental work
My teeth are gold plated
Monuments to the dental artistry
 
I have the dentist blues
I have them bad
 
A few dentists were exceptionally good
A few exceptionally bad
A few were crooks by and by
 
I have the dentist blues
I have them bad
 
My current dentist is good
He keeps the chit chat down
Does not lecture me on his political views
 
Imagine having a dentist praise GW Bush
Or Trump taking your forced silence
As acceptance of his right wing views
 
Imagine a dentist talking endlessly
About her children’s latest escapade
While drilling away
 
Assuming you cared
When all you wanted
Was to end the torture
 
I have the dentist blues
I have them bad
 
And imagine a sexy dentist
Or hygienist working away
As you think of her in bed
 
And can’t get that thought
Out of you head
As they drill and poke
 
I have the dentist blues
I have them bad
 
Yes I have a love hate relationship
With dentists
Can’t stand them
Can’t stand the pain
 
But they save my teeth
And save my smile
And so I forgive them
One and all
 
I have the dentist blues
I have them bad
 

 

​Trump Our Great Compassionate Leader 

Quote the Donald Trump
Our Great compassionate Leader
Our Dear Leader, our Great Leader
 
“Its disgusting to watch”
As an elderly man falls down
In front of him hitting his head
 
And bleeding all over the nice marble floor
During a charity dinner event
At Margo Largo back in 2008
 
And our compassionate leader’s first reaction
Is to turn away not wanting to get the blood
On his tuxedo or dirty his shoes
 
Quote the Donald,
 
“It is disgusting - The guy was bleeding
all over the nice marble floor,
 
I couldn’t, you know,
he was right in front of me
and I turned away.
 
I didn’t want to touch him… he’s bleeding all over the place,
I felt terrible. You know, beautiful marble floor,
didn’t look like it. It changed color.
Became very red.
 
 And you have this poor guy, 80 years old,
laying on the floor unconscious,
and all the rich people are turning away.
 
‘Oh my God! This is terrible!
 This is disgusting!’
 
and you know, they’re turning away.
Nobody wants to help the guy.
 
 His wife is screaming--
she’s sitting right next to him,
and she’s screaming.”
 
 
And Donald the compassionate one
Donald Trump the savior of humanity
The greatest most compassionate person
In the country
 
Could not bother to lift a finger
To help this elderly man
Who could have died
 
Instead he waited
For some Marines
 
To come in and take him away
Thinking to himself
 
Thank God for the marines
They took out the garbage
But left a mess on the nice marble floor
And ruined their nice uniforms
And disrupted a fine dinner
 
So did Donald do the right thing
The compassion thing
The human thing to do
Or course not
 
For Donald is nothing
But a con artist,  a Classic sociopathic bully
More concerned about the nice marble floor
Than the death of fellow human being
 
Did he call the grieving family the next day
Did he even know the man’s name?
 
The man must have paid a lot of money
To be there near the head table
Must have been someone
 
But to Donald he was a pathetic looser
An old man who happened to fall down
And possibly die ruining his great event
 
Quote the Donald
 
“I forgot to call the family
That is not his thing at all”
 
And still I wonder
How such a disgusting excuse
For a human being became
 
The leader of the greatest nation
On earth
 
And what it means for the future
Is it proof that we are doomed
That America is in the final stage
Of terminal decline
 
Or will Americans wake up
And force Donald Trump
 
The great leader
The dear leader of our country
Out the door
 
And take out the garbage
From the WH
 
Time will tell
Time will tell
 
In any event
To quote the Donald
“It is disgusting.  Just disgusting.”
 
Based on following article
 In a 2008 interview with Howard Stern, Donald Trump tells the quintessential Donald Trump story, which took place at Mar-a-Lago during the occasion of a $100,000 per table charity event when an elderly man fell off the stage and sustained a serious head wound — and Trump did nothing but blanch and turn away “in disgust” — as he puts it. Daily Beast:
“So what happens is, this guy falls off right on his face, hits his head, and I thought he died. And you know what I did? I said, ‘Oh my God, that’s disgusting,’ and I turned away,” said Trump. “”

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