poem of the day August 31

Different

blues

within

the

clouds

Storm

a coming

Thunder

loud

Energy

of land

sky

sea

A

bond

where

all

thoughts

can
be

poem of the day August 30

Seeing

the

far

light

from

inside

the car

Is not

the

best

way

to

review

the

view

But

it does

get

you

there

before

the bear

poem of the day August 29

I used

to be

a poet

before

I discovered

Art

But

now

I know

my

words

are

just

the

air

of 

farts

poem of the day August 28

“We will

shoot

anyone 

that

eats

the

leftovers”

The eager

young

well

intentioned

army of

Sheep

shouted

at the

desperately

starving

“We are

protecting

you

from 

yourself

The food

is used

Out

of date

Maybe

polluted

Some of

You

might

get

sick"

poem of the day August 27

A close

watch

A keen

eye

Does

no

good

If one

is blind

to the

truth

poem of the day August 26

Purple

Yellow

Red

and 

Blue

I am sitting

Watching

flowers

streaking

across

the garden

The Art

of

melding

man

and 

nature

A god

like

balance

No present

thought

of things

Like

global

warming

Or endless

wars of

stupid

Self

importance

Only

bees a

swarming

and

eyes

delighting

Just

so

Inviting

to sit

Knowing

others

are

In other

gardens

Thinking

what

a wonderful

time

to be

here

poem of the day August 25

“Does

this

road

lead

to

happiness?”

the traveler

asked

just

before

stepping

through

the 

familiar 

door

into

a 

new

room

that

seemed

to be

hiding

in the

long

old

afternoon

sun

poem of the day August 24

As

I pass

the crowd

of

Endless

Souls

I see

a sea

Like

me

In 

Vessels

wrestling

with

all the

drama

of

Karma

How we

get to

where

we are

going

And

growing

I do

Not

know

I wonder

if  our

Dharma

is

controlled

by

the

Thunder

hand

of

some

divine

Being

who

Is not

bounded

by

All

these

Rules

We

have

learned

in

school

poem of the day August 23

Sometimes

to be

honest

requires

a vast

amount

of daily

deception

especially

from

yourself

poem of the day August 22

I wonder

if the

machines

will

have

their

own

John Henry

Some

early

hero

robot

Who

died

Overwhelmed

by the

latest

smart

chip

Left

behind

by endless

Modern Time

I wonder

if it 

will

be as

romantic?

I hope

so

The machines

need to

know

of those

that

came

before

poem of the day August 21

They

made

it seem

so

romantic

to be

slowly

dying

of

thirst

How

the pain

was

so

beautiful

in full

makeup

from

some

purse

How

suffering

is a

virtue

and

so

necessary

at

first

But

why

to

pretend

the

world

can’t

get any

worse

poem of the day August 20

The

Present

is

coming

for

two

small

birds

in

search

of each

other

One

has

inched

closer

Like

a tide

breaking

open

the sand

of the

other's

waiting

heart

But

what if

another

bird

comes

along

like

a piece

of

drift

wood

And

crashes

into

the

emotional

wave

of this

Poem?

poem of the day August 19


Where

water

meets

lands

One

finds

the

wave

hard

at

work

Carving

the day

into

each

and

every

bay

poem of the day August 18

The

impossible

is always

swimming

out of

sight

Just

beyond

reach

of

the

possible

Held

back

by

limited

thoughts

of one's

own

making

poem of the day August 17

The

difference

between 

a

life

full

of

Roses

and

a

life

full

of

Thorns

All

depends

on

You

play

the

game

of 

Thrones

poem of the day August 16

Somehow

the raft

had

grown

too

big

to fit

in the

river

And

became

stuck

in

midstream

Half

way

between

in and out

Only

the

water

was

able

to seek

the path

of least

resistance

poem of the day August 15

Sometimes

the new

room

is hard

to see

in the

afternoon

light

Especially

if one

uses

the same

old door

to walk

in

poem of the day August 14

The old

raven

was a

craven

part

of heaven

The one

found

below

the gates

of hell

poem of the day August 13

I picked

a stone

out of

the sea

Worn 

in the

waves of

destiny

And as

I held

the treasure

close to me

I wondered

if I was

the first

to see

This beauty

formed

by

eternity

poem of the day August 12

I felt so

sad for

the millions

of hopeful

jelly fish

eggs

stranded

at low

tide

A suffering

carpet

of misery

Now

unable

to

complete

their cycle

of

destiny

poem of the day August 11

Going

back

to the

beach

Of course

everything

has changed

The old

Boat

House

is no

more

Plastic

women

are at

every door

Yet

the waves

still

crash

on the

same old

sand

And

tomorrow

I will

clam

Where

my dad’s

ashes

nourish

the next

generation

of a

nation

that

swims

where

Walt

danced

near

some

sea

bird's

wake

for

old

time

sake

poem of the day August 10

Full

met

empty

somewhere

in the middle

of the

glass

After

intense

negotiations

neither side 

was

able

to change

their

view

All

they

could

agree

upon

was

Half full

Half empty

Not a

very

good

recipe

to

resolve

ongoing

differences

about

the same

thing

poem of the day August 9

What

If they

have

it all

wrong?

What

if

Fifty

is

really

the

new

fifty?

What if

mortality

is

only a

Delusional

age

cloud

dangling

in front

of vain

scared

baby

Boomers?

Still

Would

It

Make

Any

Difference

To

Your

immortality?

poem of the day August 8

A sightless

bird

flying

out

over

the ocean

is able

to dive

deep

into

true

love

Unencumbered

by the 

eagle

eyed

vision

always

pointing

out

faults

often

found

on

the surface

of a

wave

poem of the day  August 7

There

are many

places

to hide

from

yourself

Some you

know

very well

Others

are not

even

on your

radar

Yet

they

all have

one thing

in common

The

ability

to

hold

You

back

from

being

able

to fly

without

wings

poem of the day August 6

The

hesitation

of wearing

the red

Dress

to

Yesterday’s

Ball

has

run

out of

time

The flight

of imagination

is too

hard

to hold

Impossible to

tame

with

only

a rapid

eye

moment

moving

miles

beyond

stagnant 

dreams

Stuck

somewhere

between

floating

idols

and the

Changing

World

poem of the day August 5

It has

been a

year

since

You've

been

gone

And I

am

here

sadly

writing

this poem

wondering

how you

are

getting

along

Are you

Laughing

out 

loud

with

the

rest 

of the

crowd

Maybe

drinking

some

Nectar

While

attending

a lecture

Are you

One

with art

Or miles

apart

Let me

know

of your

views

And

send

me some

news

While

I’m

here

thinking of

you