NHL: Colorado Avalanche vs Vegas Golden Knights

https://idiocracy23.blogspot.com/2025/04/thats-no-way-to-say-goodbye-new.html 

“A magisterial collection. A combination of Bukowski’s Last Night of the Earth 

and Orwell’s 1984.”

NHL: Toronto Maple Leafs vs Vegas Golden Knights (Hulse 4 Goals)

https://idiocracy23.blogspot.com/2023/12/baby-baby-all-time-when-do-we-want.html

“A magisterial collection. A combination of Bukowski’s Last Night of the Earth

and Orwell’s 1984.”

NHL: Toronto Maple Leafs vs Vegas Golden Knights

https://idiocracy23.blogspot.com/2023/12/baby-baby-all-time-when-do-we-want.html 

“A magisterial collection. An emotional roller coaster. Soon to be a cult classic. 

A combination of Bukowski’s Last Night of the Earth and Orwell’s 1984.”

NHL: Arizona Coyotes vs Vegas Golden Knights

https://idiocracy23.blogspot.com/2023/12/baby-baby-all-time-when-do-we-want.html

“A magisterial collection. A combination of Bukowski’s Last Night of the Earth and Orwell’s 1984.”

I Am Waiting (poem by John Hulse)

Awards:

International Poet of Merit

Shakespeare Trophy of Excellence

I Am Waiting (for Lawrence)

I am waiting while you think

things over

and while I am waiting, I am tired 

of asking the rich to not eat us alive 

and I am waiting for my government 

to care about my health and safety 

instead of enriching the corporate 

profits of their friends

and I am waiting to see if the military

will turn its flesh melting machines 

on us for protesting child hunger 

on a Thursday

and I am waiting for Mr. Winter

to give me one last cold squeeze

and I am waiting for the man, 

whose waiting for his man 

whose waiting on a cup of coffee,

and is in no real hurry,

unlike me

and I am waiting to experience the love

that’s in my mind

and I am patiently waiting for 

the revolution to begin

I am waiting for a sermon, mounted 

or unmounted

and I am waiting for my government 

to stop trying to control me

and I am waiting to see if your heart is 

in the right place

and I am waiting for Mother Nature

to give us the Big Fuck You!

and I am waiting for you to take me now,

here as I am

and I am waiting to find out what I have

been missing

and I am waiting to find out for whom

the bell tolls

and I am waiting on the whippoorwill 

to protest becoming 

an endangered species

and I am waiting for the memory to fade

of me going down on her on a spiral

staircase in Connecticut

and I am waiting to bury the past 

in forgiveness

and I am waiting for the world to finally

give peace a chance

I am waiting for the orgasms 

of the anchorman

to die down as he describes 

the beauty of our weapons

and I am waiting for the names of

Epstein’s clients to be released,

and I am waiting to read 

the unredacted report 

on the Kennedy assassination

and I am waiting for an explanation

of what chemicals they used in their

fracking operation

that left 30,000 innocent and

healthy fish

DEAD on the shore

Oh, they don’t have to tell us

Because they wrote the laws

that said so

That’s why, asshole!

Thanks for asking

and I am waiting on Hemingway’s 

orange juice

Hold the shotgun

and I am waiting with only 

eight good fingers

and no money in my pockets

and I am waiting for the eyes in the hills

to finally come on down

and introduce themselves

and I am waiting to live in a country

where the FBI doesn’t initiate a plot

to kidnap the governor of Michigan

No, I’m NOT kidding

I am waiting for the United States

of America to add nine more states,

because 59 is a prime number, then we 

can truly be one nation, indivisible

and I am waiting for the 

great goddess Sheeba Storm

to perform her magic on me

and I am waiting while they try 

their best to manufacture consent 

for the next war

and I am waiting to feel 

those propaganda 

vibrations

and I am waiting to either 

sink or swim

and I am waiting for a big 

nothingburger with everything on it, 

side of onion rings,

and an ice cold root beer

and I have been waiting, 

it seems like forever

to find a way around 

the dreaded Catch-22

and I am waiting for them to 

finally free my Palestine

I am waiting for you to whisper sweet

nothings in my ear

and I am waiting for Brautigan, Bukowski

and Ginsberg to tell me their secrets

Sylvia, Emily and Maya are waiting

next door 

I will be calling on them soon,

if they will have me

and I am waiting on the check for

The Last Supper,

the restaurant was busy, 

I ended up tipping 23%

They seemed OK with it

and I am waiting to wake up 

in a land of real justice,

unlike the kind we have now

and I am waiting for the 

United States Congress

to feel shame 

for what they have done

and I am waiting for the poor 

to finally take their revenge

and I am waiting with the blood 

of one stubborn bastard 

in my pocket

and I am waiting to get off the exit 

near Bad Choice Road

I am waiting for the undertaker to pick up 

some speed

and I am waiting by and by lord, and in the 

sky lord, by and by

and I am waiting for the girl who truly

smells like teen spirit

and I am waiting to hear the final note

of this Louis Armstrong song

because it reminds me

of her perfection

and I am waiting to get out while

I still can

and I am waiting for the Fourth 

and Fifth Coming

and I am waiting for the people 

who were here before the pilgrims 

to finally take their country back

and I am waiting for our imagined enemies

to surrender

I am waiting to see if that tree that was 

standing by the water has been moved

Nope, Still there

and I am waiting to throw down my

heavenly burdens

and I am waiting for the military industrial

complex to cry uncle

and I am waiting for you and I to come to

some kind of arrangement

and I am waiting to finally have 

all my ducks lined up in a row

and I am waiting for our tears 

to bind us together

and I am waiting for the series finale

and I am waiting to put my spell 

on you

and I am perpetually awaiting 

the revolution,

televised or untelevised

and I am waiting for us all to finally 

and forever give peace

a chance

https://idiocracy23.blogspot.com/2022/08/1001-ways-to-make-america-great-and.html

“A magisterial collection. A combination of Bukowski’s Last Night of the Earth 

and Orwell’s 1984.”

 

DNC Blues #4 (And Trump would be right)

DNC Blues #4

anyone who leaked questions to candidates before

the debates, has to go…

all the republicans have to do is to

point to someone still working

for the DNC

that did these terrible things,

and the democrats

get stuck with the

corrupt tag.

Trump can point to them

and others and say,

“Look, there they are. They cheated

and were promoted.”

And Trump would be

right.

http://idiocracy23.blogspot.com/2016/06/john-hulse-collected-poems-1985-2015.html

Collected Poems (1985-2015) volume 1 (Reviews)

His poetry will go on being read and studied for years to come. From his pillowcases with magical powers, the consequences of a man coming home five minutes too late, or a Marine platoon in Vietnam making a left turn instead of turning right. The poems build upon one another with lines of creation, then of destruction. Then start all over again with the next poem and the next line. It will wear you down. An overwhelming presence here. And while you are reading, starvation seems inevitable. Survival unsure.

An emotional rollercoaster. Soon to be a cult classic.

Kristina Betts, Lapel Review

It made me blow the dust off my copy of Orwell’s 1984. An amazing compilation.

Susan Hampton, Edgewood Journal

I fully agree with Bukowski Lover's concise review. John Hulse does, indeed evoke the wordplay of the Late CB, but he brings an honesty and openness way to beautiful and fragile, so that you'll weep every time that pure sweetness meets the mean streets of this Reality we all share. He'll make you yearn for its Deliverance, and then, suddenly, you'll know what you must do to save it. ... and you're not alone... even if you feel like it. Hulse evokes here a sort of Matthew 5: 1-12 Beatitudes for our times, through deep-diving, immersive views into the world of Empathy and Mercy, and Compassion that are spell-binding in their simplicity.

This book should be included in the "Welcome to Humanity" Packets for all newcomers. John Hulse is a true Master of the Word, and most tender of Champions for the Human Condition.

Mr. Hulse displays a mastery of the foibles of humanity—specifically men. He’s got a sharp wit, a fresh an interesting take on relationships, and isn’t afraid to push the envelope with his content. His bio discusses his world travels and myriad life experiences, and this reader can’t help but notice how his past very obviously affects his work. It appears to be an organic evolution, because growth in technique, word selection, and image creation is evident throughout. A thoroughly entertaining jaunt through the mind of a man who is without doubt as interesting as his work.

Whenever I’ve had the opportunity to read Mr. Hulse’s work, I am always struck by the mix of brutal honesty and humorous social commentary. He hasn’t failed to impress with this latest release. His jabs at the evil of corporate America, his insights into the dichotomous nature of public America, and his humble and hilarious comments on his personal life never disappoint. His raison d’être is poetry, and this dedication is obvious. With the loss of so many great poets in the last 10 or 15 years, I am glad another voice is there to contribute to the art.

Reviews 12/15/15

Some reviews of my work:

His poetry will go on being read and studied for years to come. From his pillowcases with magical powers, the consequences of a man coming home five minutes too late, or a Marine platoon in Vietnam making a left turn instead of turning right. The poems build upon one another with lines of creation, then of destruction. Then start all over again with the next poem and the next line. It will wear you down. An overwhelming presence here. And while you are reading, starvation seems inevitable. Survival unsure.

An emotional rollercoaster. Soon to be a cult classic.

Kristina Betts, Lapel Review

It made me blow the dust off my copy of Orwell’s 1984. An amazing compilation.

Susan Hampton, Edgewood Journal

I fully agree with Bukowski Lover's concise review. John Hulse does, indeed evoke the wordplay of the Late CB, but he brings an honesty and openness way to beautiful and fragile, so that you'll weep every time that pure sweetness meets the mean streets of this Reality we all share. He'll make you yearn for its Deliverance, and then, suddenly, you'll know what you must do to save it. ... and you're not alone... even if you feel like it. Hulse evokes here a sort of Matthew 5: 1-12 Beatitudes for our times, through deep-diving, immersive views into the world of Empathy and Mercy, and Compassion that are spell-binding in their simplicity.

This book should be included in the "Welcome to Humanity" Packets for all newcomers. John Hulse is a true Master of the Word, and most tender of Champions for the Human Condition.

Mr. Hulse displays a mastery of the foibles of humanity—specifically men. He’s got a sharp wit, a fresh an interesting take on relationships, and isn’t afraid to push the envelope with his content. His bio discusses his world travels and myriad life experiences, and this reader can’t help but notice how his past very obviously affects his work. It appears to be an organic evolution, because growth in technique, word selection, and image creation is evident throughout. A thoroughly entertaining jaunt through the mind of a man who is without doubt as interesting as his work.

Whenever I’ve had the opportunity to read Mr. Hulse’s work, I am

always struck by the mix of brutal honesty and humorous social

commentary. He hasn’t failed to impress with this latest release. His jabs at the evil of corporate America, his insights into the dichotomous nature of public America, and his humble and hilarious comments on his personal life never disappoint. His raison d’être is poetry, and this dedication is obvious. With the loss of so many great poets in the last 10 or 15 years, I am glad another voice is there to contribute to the art.

More reviews...

My new book, John Hulse, Collected Poems 1985-2015 volume 1, will be out next week. Proceeds being raised for veterans issues including The Paralyzed Veterans of America. Thanks for your support and please spread the word.

Reviews:

I fully agree with Bukowski Lover's concise review. John Hulse does, indeed evoke the wordplay of the Late CB, but he brings an honesty and openness way to beautiful and fragile, so that you'll weep every time that pure sweetness meets the mean streets of this Reality we all share. He'll make you yearn for its Deliverance, and then, suddenly, you'll know what you must do to save it. ... and you're not alone... even if you feel like it. Hulse evokes here a sort of Matthew 5: 1-12 Beatitudes for our times, through deep-diving, immersive views into the world of Empathy and Mercy, and Compassion that are spell-binding in their simplicity.

This book should be included in the "Welcome to Humanity" Packets for all newcomers.

John Hulse is a true Master of the Word, and most tender of Champions for the Human Condition.

It made me blow the dust off my copy of Orwell’s 1984. An amazing compilation.

Susan Hampton, Edgewood Journal

An emotional rollercoaster. Soon to be a cult classic.

Kristina Betts, Lapel Review

Mr. Hulse displays a mastery of the foibles of humanity—specifically men. He’s got a sharp wit, a fresh an interesting take on relationships, and isn’t afraid to push the envelope with his content. His bio discusses his world travels and myriad life experiences, and this reader can’t help but notice how his past very obviously affects his work. It appears to be an organic evolution, because growth in technique, word selection, and image creation is evident throughout. A thoroughly entertaining jaunt through the mind of a man who is without doubt as interesting as his work.

Whenever I’ve had the opportunity to read Mr. Hulse’s work, I am

always struck by the mix of brutal honesty and humorous social

commentary. He hasn’t failed to impress with this latest release. His jabs at the evil of corporate America, his insights into the dichotomous nature of public America, and his humble and hilarious comments on his personal life never disappoint. His raison d’être is poetry, and this dedication is obvious. With the loss of so many great poets in the last 10 or 15 years, I am glad another voice is there to contribute to the art.