poem of the day Feb 28
The robins
were
all having
a round
of robins
in the
parking
lot
by the
old
crab apple
Feeding
on the
last
of the
winter's
food
There
lots of
robins
puffed
from the
cold
jumping
from
apple
to apple
Chasing
other
robins
around
in circles
till the
robins
were all
back
to the
beginning
Doing a
double
round
of robins
Made me
wonder if
this was
the
genesis
of the
Round Robin
poem of the day Feb 27
The figure
in the
Old lamp
Watched
over
the house
For
many years
Sitting
there
like
a happy
Kuan yin
I wonder
if it
anything
to do
with the
Woman
Living
to be
well
over a
Hundred
years?
poem of the day Feb 26
Only a
few knew
it was
a nightmare
when the
Idea was
proposed
by two
generals on
opposite sides
of the
conflict
The last
War
had left
so
many
maimed
and
wounded
that
something
just had
to be
done
to help
the
morale
of the
wounded
warriors
From
that point
on
After
every war
there
would be
another war
Called the
Special War
Only For
handicapped
special needs
Soldiers
On both
sides
that desired
to relive
the thrill
of the
fire fight
in special
Bionic gear
One congressman
said at
the time
“We should
have been
doing
this
Wars ago”
Now there
was no
break in
the action
to
slow
down
defense
contracting
Or armament
manufacturing
By the
time
people
woke up
from this
insane
madness
We were
already
onto the
worse
of times
poem of the day Feb 25
So what
is one
thinking
when
they
walk
down
that lane
far from
the usual
interpretation
of things
Places
where
they have
to be
truly
honest
with
themselves
But
how many
times
does
one
really
reveal
that
level
of truth
to
themselves?
It is a
question
to
grapple
about
when
eating
the apple
poem of the day Feb 24
It was
the latest
food
craze
sweeping
the nation
Paleo
Pizza
shaped
like an
ice cream cone
Dough
made of
wild
ground
cricket
flour
Baked to
perfection
Center
layered
with
all
sorts of
heavenly
Nut based
cheeses
Flavor-sealed
by a top
covering
meatball
of organic
proportions
Then
the whole
creation
is
drizzled
with
special
secret
Neanderthal
sauce
Bon Appetit
magazine
called it
the ultimate
late
night
snack
for the
stoned-aged
man
poem of the day Feb 23
It was
mask
day
Except
for
Those
that
wore
their
mask
everyday
hiding
their
true
identity
from
Even
themselves
poem of the day Feb 22
Sometimes
in the
quiet
A voice
is
discovered
that can
drive
a band
down
the road
of thunder
Where
it is
able to
move
mountains
with
just a
mere
humming
of a
note
poem of the day Feb 21
Do events
follow
sun flares
or
Do sun
flares
follow
events
Can
something
as small
as a
soul
influence
the direction
of heaven
Are we
joined
in ways
that have
more
to do
then
just cause
and effect
Can it
be that
sometimes
the
effect
causes
the cause
If so
set the
way back
machine
Sherman
poem of the day Feb 20
"I am
sick
and
tired
of
eating
this slop
I want
something
different"
The Venus
fly trap
used to
complain
to his
friends
every time
he
digested
yet
another
meal of
juicy fly
That
was
until
a wasp
fell
into
his
trap
of
desire
After
a fierce
battle
He was
rushed
to the
hospital
on fire
with pins
and needles
Suffering
from
acute
stinging
indigestion
Since
that
day
his friends
say
he has
kept his
trap shut
poem of the day Feb 19
It was
the belly
button
pageant
Innies
Outies
All
pierced
and
tattooed
Parading
down
the
catwalk
in a
beautiful
display of
knotted
vanity
Seemingly
light year
lifetimes
away
from the
understanding
breath
of birth
Yet
everyone
was
glued
to the
primordial
hole
for the
same
superficial
reasons
that
define
us all
poem of the day Feb 18
Personal
space
on the
merry go
round
is like
a twisted
top
that
drills
down
into
its own
flesh
with
sparks
full
of
random
emotions
that
define
where
one
ends
and
others
begin
poem of the day Feb 17
Revolutions
have their
own
nature
and
can not
be stopped
Sometimes
the revolution
goes
around
in circles
like a
killer
tornado
Sometimes
the revolution
scorches
the earth
like a
giant forest
fire
Sometimes
the revolution
floods
the land
like a
never ending
monsoon
Sometimes
the revolution
pounds the
shore
like a
two hundred
per mile
hurricane
Sometimes
the revolution
falls from
the heavens
like a giant
life ending
meteor
Sometimes
The revolution
shakes
the earth
like a
ten point five
earthquake
Sometimes
The revolution
Is not
Man made
at all
poem of the day Feb 16
The
open
connection
always
wants
to
leapfrog
into
universal
light time
Except
if you're
carrying
too much
weight
from
all the
interference
lifetimes
That
were
Never
recorded
Never
rewarded
Never
finished
but
still
able
to
bump
the soul
road
of
line time
minds
poem of the day Feb 15
At the
edge of
Life
Just before
the garden
was the
sign
Gravity
Is God
“Gravity
is not
God”
Shouted the
Kite Man
as he
floated
unfettered
from desire
to desire
“Gravity
is not
God”
pressed the
Heavy man
as he sank
deep into
the hole
he could
not
climb out
Only the
middleman
said a
prayer
and
continued
waltzing
up and down
the stairs
poem of the day Feb 14
The
upside
down
world
was
expecting
a giant
south-wester
No wind
total
sunshine
and
perfectly
warm
weather
As you
can
imagine
everyone
was
braced
for the
worse
All the
suntan
parlors
were
already
sold out
of sun
screen
At the
malls
there
had been
a huge
run
on
beach
blankets
The press
was
calling
it the
storm
of the
century
All I
can
say
is
What
a
Nightmare
poem of the day Feb 13
Frost on
trees
Like
cold
White
Beards
A
thousand
silhouetted
sisters
branched
in ice
from
tip
to
tip
Beautiful
to see
the
shimmering
Tree
Frozen
silent
in
Winter’s
breath
on the
mountain
still
at
rest
poem of the day Feb 12
I am sad
to see
all the
cut
down
Trees
Sad
that
a tree
Lover
like me
Is the
One
that
cut
them
down
Oh yes
I did
it
with
Respect
Told the
tree
How
it was
sacrificing
itself
for me
Pretended
that
the tree
went
willingly
So I
could
live
My
Arrogant
Life along
With the
Rest
of the
mice
poem of the day Feb 11
Some
days
are full
of
unexpected
occurrences
that are
able to
unsettle
the settled
Interfere
with
the normality
of normal
The trick
is to
use them
to unlock
the frozen
parts
of your
rock
poem of the day Feb 10
In this
life
there
are no
rules
for
swimming
in the
pool
of
fools
Yet
many
years
of toil
and
tears
have
handed
down
a rash
of
fears
To
point
the
finger
toward
the
golden
throne
Which is
sometimes
right
but
sometimes
wrong
