poem of the day Nov 30

All the

bugs

have

buried

themselves

in egg

shells

or

larva hives

for

the long

winter

nap

All

except

the flies

who

are

swarming

many

New England

farms

hanging

out

at

windows

Rubbing

wings

while

watching

the sunrise

with

another

invasive 

species

Their

good

buddy

Man

poem of the day Nov 29

Everybody

wants

more

More

of this

More

of that

More of

everything

It is

an

insatiable

human

desire

No

Not

everybody

Certainly

not the

Zen

People

They

meditate

all day

on having

less

How can

they

want

more?

The Zen

people

are the

most

extreme

How can

that be?

Easy

They are

obsessed

with

More

of less 

poem of the day Nov 28

Once

again

my

chickens

have

been

acting

very

strange

these

last

few

days

before

Thanksgiving

Black

curtains

over

the windows

Roosters

crowing

at odd

hours

Strange

bird prints

in the

Snow

Every time

I try

to enter

the coop

they

block the

entrance

I just

know

they

are

hiding

something

I am

beginning

to

think

they

are

part

of the

great

Underground

Turkey

Railroad

poem of the day Nov 27

Trapped

inside

the

well

We

dwell

Everybody

wears

their

shell

Some

are

heaven

Some

are

hell

Ring

the

bell

for

time

will

tell

poem of the day Nov 26

Don’t

know

how

the chickadees

can

stand

the

freezing

cold

with

no

stove

to warm

their

tiny

toothpick

legs

Only a

few

feathers

to face

the

harsh

winds

of

winter

They

must

be

secretly

eating

tons of

squirrel

meat

poem of the day Nov 25

The eyes

in the

old

postcard

were

staring

at me

Time

captured

long ago

in an

intimate

flash

Her

expression

Shouting

“I know

You

Buster

Brown"

Made

me

wonder

Was

I

crazy

or

just

having

a moment

from

Another

life

poem of the day Nov 24

It was

the wood

carver’s

ultimate

dilemma

Nothing

could

compare

to it

The prefect

carving

block

was the

two inch

poison

ivy

trunk

To carve

or

Not

to carve?

poem of the day Nov 23

All

one

can

say is

It

must have

been

raining

Humanity

the day

the traveler

found

twelve

discarded

cents

on the

stormy

road

that

led

to

the

Salvation

Army

The gentle

sound

of the

twelve

coins

hitting

the

soldier’s

tambourine

was

the prefect

melody

for the

lost

and

found

money

poem of the day Nov 22

It is

all in

how

you

view

things

They

started

out as

lowly

dump

pickers

barely

eking

out a

living

Going

up and

down

abandoned

rows

of old

useless

farm

machinery

Salvaging

iron

scrap

for a

few

bucks

But

after seeing

a 

pricey

gallery

exhibition

of used

tractors

parts

They

realized

they

were

sitting

on a

gold

mind

Today

they

are

prosperous

antique

dealers

now

mining

the

same

worthless

dump

for

industrial

art

treasures

long

hidden

within

the

rusting

work

horses

of another

era

poem of the day Nov 21

I felt

bad

for

Cinderella’s

less then

perfect

sisters

It was

the day

after

the ball

And no

matter

how much

the sisters

wished

No prince

with

glass

slippers

would be

coming

Eventually

depression

settled in

So thick

it filled

their 

house

with

overwhelming

gloom

Very

sad

that

Fairy Tales

seem

to

only

come

true

for

the very

beautiful

few

poem of the day Nov 20

The icicles

on the

rock

ledge

Were

like

Ice

Daggers

sitting

all in

a row

Part of

Winter’s

cold

Arsenal

That

Soon

Would

be

Thrust

upon

Us

Made

me glad

I had

all the

Wood

in

poem of the day Nov 19

He understood

the greedy

and their

constant

march

for more

He understood

the lazy

that can’t

walk through

a door

But he

could not

decide

which one

he would

explore

so

He

ended 

up the

middleman

in the

valley

mountain

war

poem of the day Nov 18

Master says

“Positive

possibilities

are

always

positively

possible

for

possible

positivists”

poem of the day nov 17

I read

on the

news

that a

robot

has

committed

Suicide

The first

ever

Made

Me

really

Sad

I kept

Wondering

WHY?

Was it

to bring

attention

to the

unjust

exploitation

of Machines

or

Was it

just

some

poor

lost

depressed

Robot

that

Couldn't

take

artificial

Life

Anymore?

poem of the day Nov 16

I wonder

if there

are

Dreams

left

over

from

other

lives

That

are

unable

to see

the light

of day

Because

one is

always

facing

Toward

the

Future

Hi, Everyone.  My name is John Meyer and this is my poem of the day blog. Welcome. For the last couple of years I have been writing and sending out a poem each day but my email list has grown too long so I am starting this blog. Each day I will post a daily poem. Please feel free to comment or post your own poem.

poem of the day Nov 15

The silver

dollar

had

been

rubbed

so many

times

that

most

thought

the

coin

must

have

run

out

of luck

Yet

when

the

next

wish

was

needed

It was

the

only

thing

anyone

reached

for