poem of the day April 30


Even

after

all the

tomorrows

It 

still

seems

like

yesterday

When

among

those

who

were

with

you

in the

early 

days

of

a

lifetime

poem of the day April 29

“Wasting

Time

does

Not pay”

shouted

the driven

Man

as he

raced

off

Down

the

highway

Preoccupied

with

catching

the future

Unable

to

enjoy

the beauty

of the

the sunrise

Unfolding

behind

him

poem of the day April 28

The turtle

found

wandering

around

the

condo

Lost

in the

construction

Did

not

even

know

It

had

been

saved

Or that

it was

now

wild

in a

zoo

of man's

making

poem of the day April 27

I am

looking

at a

photograph

of 1939

With a

Javanese

dancer

that

looked

so modern

at the

time

But

after

years

of

being

stored

in a

closet

It turn

from

modern

to nostalgic

Yet

inside

the

black 

and

white

light

I get a

smile

from 

my

new

old

photo

Friend

that

transcends

the

now

of

Zen

poem of the day April 26

New

round

tires

to

drive

on

freshly

paved

flat

roads

Makes

your

bumpy mind

the 

Only

obstacle

to a

great

ride

poem of the day April 25

Sometimes

You

pick

the wrong

Luck

and get

Stuck

behind

some

door

in a

room

where

the

view

and

You

don’t

agree

on

much

Except

the

need

to find

the

Key

poem of the day April 24

If there

was

another

road

would

You

take it?

Or

would

You

find

a way

to fake

it

when

standing

on the

yellow lines

that

define

time?

Would

You

join

the

other

wagons

to

travel

in the

caravan

that

Works

its

way

along

the sea

And

when

You

came

to the

end

would

You

want

to

start

again?

poem of the day April 23

Watching

from

Far

away

Where

the

White

Horse

runs

Free

Is

somewhat

like

the voyage

of a

Grand

Voyeur

traveling

with

Unconscious

Time

playing

Fantasy

in orchards

of

Delusion

in the

Most

Appropriate

way

poem of the day April 22

The little

girl

asked

her

teacher

"When

they

run

out

of

People

to kill

What

will

the

Guns

and

Bombs

do

for

fun?

poem of the day April 21

The corner 

room

had

two

windows

One 

looked

out

to

nirvana

The other

looked 

out

to

desire

Almost

to the 

last

guest

They

picked

the

latter

poem of the day April 20

When

the

familiar

becomes

estranged

Lost

at sea

Somewhere

where

fate is

forced

to rely

on luck

Just

one

more

dance

should

do it

But

what

if the

fortune

cookie

was

blank

Then

which

way

would

you

go

when

you got

to

the

door?

poem of the day April 19

Outside

My

inside

Temple

There

lives

a lazy

God

I

always

find

him

hiding

when

I need

another

Prize

And

if

my

dreams

don’t

happen

I blame

It on

his

lies

But

deep

within

my 

mortal

sin

I know

It is

Only

the

reflection

of 

My

wishing

eyes

poem of the day April 18

Life

is

found

inside

a bottle

Floating

with

desire

Coating

the

Glass

House

in

which

One

sits

Trying

to

Understand

the

color

of the

Walls

poem of the day April 17

The last

time

I drove

past

the old

abandoned

house

it had

been

boarded

up

to keep

out

the

unwanted

but

as I 

was

passing

by

I kept

thinking

What

if the

unwanted

was

already

inside?

poem of the day April 16

There

comes

a time

when

the rain

just

falls

harder

and harder

Spat

tap tap

tap tap

Spat in

a rap

Water

running

down

the drive

like a

small

river

Full

of

April

showers

Making

the day

somewhat

longer

then

wanted

The seconds

stop and

linger

in puddles

that

keep

things

wet

Whether

it be

inside

or out

poem of the day April 15

What a

fine

time

to

rhyme

the

signs

The ground

has

been

tilled

brown

The trees

are

about

to

sneeze

The flowers

are awaiting

their hour

All is

back on

track

for

the

spring

sing

see ya

there

with

the

bears

poem of the day April 14

Looking

for

the sign?

Isn’t

Everyone?

There

has

to be

one

Out

there

Down

some

highway

On

a billboard

Just

waiting

for

me

or

you

Some

Profound

sublime

truth

to

drive

past

that

can

test

the

will

of

Fate

poem of the day April 13

Outside

in the

early

light

Alone

with

coffee

and

the

dogs

Somewhere

between

the

ring

of

last

night’s

dreams

And

the

future

thoughts

of

today

A few

more

sips

will

merge

the

way

poem of the day April 12


It was

a

rather

clever

way

for

the

greedy

to hide

homelessness

in

plain 

site

Millions

were

invested

in

advertising

the

newly

invented

building

crazy

known

as

"Deconstruction"

where

it

became

suddenly

hip to

live

outside

next

to piles

of

discarded

building

materials

formally

known as

ruble

poem of the day April 11

Mr.Clue

heard

on good

authority

It

was

the

Pilot

with

the plane

Carrying

the secret

weapon

Rescued

by the

boat

full

of

terrorists

Somewhere

in the

Middle

of the

Indian Ocean

Disappearing

without

a trace

poem of the day April 10

“Serving

up

some

red

hot

Karma”

shouted

the

Line

God

as he

spread

Life

to

yet

another

waiting

womb

‘Be

careful

not to

over

cook

this

soul”

cautioned

the

head

chef

Father

Time

poem of the day April 9

Snow Drop

Snow Drop

Where

have

you

been?

Buried

under

blankets

of

winter’s

sin

You

are the

Jewel

from

snow

melting

within

Snow Drop

Snow Drop

Good

to see

You

Again

poem of the day April 8

"It is

all 

about

timing”

The

Worm

said

as it

stuck

it’s

head

Out

the soil

Into

the

Mouth

of the

waiting

Robin

Who

had

Arrived

there

early 

poem of the day April 7

If you

find

last

years

stalks

in

the way

of

this

years

new

spring

growth

All you

need is

a rake

And

a sunny

day

To

bury

them

away

poem of the day April 6

I wonder

how

many

meals

the

old

plate

has

served

Handed

down

for

centuries

in the

farmhouse

of

generations

How

many

times

has

it

been

licked

clean

Washed

in the

love

of

families

gathered

round

the

evening

table

enjoying

yet

another

supper

Filled

by

the

bountiful

march

of

time