Poetryzine magazine presents the selected poems by the American poet Jake Cosmos Aller
Cats
I often wonder about Cats
What do they think of us
It seems at time
That cats think of humans
As their slaves
We exist to feed them
To comfort them
To save them from their enemies
And to worship them
Yes, cats are an alien species
Totally different from humanity
Detached, and almost evil
If we ever encounter an alien civilization ,
God help us if it’s a cat based civilization
We would then be engaged
In the epic mother of all wars
As cats and humans would not get along
The cats would think we were their slaves
And we would resent and fear them
And secretly worship their alien ways
Buddha cat
I had another encounter
With the divine recently
Another Cosmic cat perhaps
Perhaps not
who knows what cats are
are they aliens from another dimension
or was he channeling God?
I call him the Buddha cat
For the cat loves
Sitting in a meditative pose
Not moving
Just starting at me
With his soulful deep eyes
Boring into my soul
exploring all my secret thoughts
the buddha cat
does not move
does not react
as he is so deep
into his interior mediation
truly in tune
with the cat universe
and the cosmos as well
the buddha cat
seems to be
one with God
one with Buddha
One with Allah
And all the other
Billion names of God
Known and unknown
The buddha cat
Can teach us all
About the art of meditation
As he zones inward
And loses his soul
Joining the cosmos
And becoming
The buddha cat
The buddha cat
Lives in a modest
Town house
In a modest suburb
Proving yet again
The divine spirit of God
Is everywhere all around us
The buddha cat
Reminds us all
To look for god
In the everyday
All around us
If we but have eyes
To see
Sitting on the Dock of the Bay
Sitting on the dock of the by
Wasting time
Listening to the old classic blues song
Wondering how I got to this spot
This lonely place
By the dock of the bay
Watching the tide roll in
And my life roll on
Rapidly fading into the past
As my life’s choices catch up to me
I will sit by the dock of the bay
Watching the tide roll on in
With my life fading into darkness
As the sunsets
Over the bay
And the blues come over me
And I cry
Listening to the old song
These blues do not leave me alone
Walking By A Winter’s Frozen Lake
Walking by a winter’s frozen lake
Under the glow of the full moon paraselene
As we abscond along the forest path
Blowing out my breath
On a jade necklace
With a lilt and tremor in my voice
I collapse on the ground
Asking my wife for a kiss
Telling her this is not a joke
Playing The Piano At The End Of Time
Playing the piano
In a blues band
Playing blues
For the end of time