poem of the day September 30

Humanity

was

holding

lock

and

key

in case

it

captured

destiny

There

were

too many

doors

pushed

wide

open

with

opposite

perfections

It was

impossible

to know

the right

direction

For

when to

lock

the

key 

is

different

for you

different

for me

poem of the day September 29

Situations

are

lining

the

highway

like 

lemmings

of a

Walt Disney

movie

Fake

ideas

are

often

taken

as

truth

When 

driving

 Be 

careful

Remember

One has

to understand

the tides

to be

able

to see

real

waves

poem of the day September 28

I was

dreaming

Of

Marlene Dietrich

sitting

in the

long bar

of old

Baghdad

Drinking

the last

sips of

hope

Before

the war

When

Jesse Owens

was

running

for the life

of those

trapped

by

Circumstance

in an evil

Wave

of

Humanity

creeping

once

again

all

over the

world

poem of the day September 27

An eagle

flying

in the

long

afternoon

sun

only

thinks

of

himself

Unaware

that

others

are

watching

him

as a

sign

of

karma

poem of the day September 26

Sitting

around

a table

with

friends

Eating

food

fresh

from

the

Farm

Very

simple

to think

about

Very

hard

to do

in a

world

driven

away

from

growing

your own

To owing

the big

man

in the

sand

land

band

your

tan

poem of the day September 25

Thinking

about

the walk

is like

trying

to decide

which

way

the tree

is going

to land

before

the fall

Truth is

no one

knows

what will

be until

one

starts

walking

down the

road

in the

live

of 

life

poem of the day September 24

At first

glance

the forest

seemed

perfect

Huge

towering

old

growth

trees

reaching

to

heaven

But when

one

got

close to

admire

the beauty

Invasive

vines

had

strangled

their hosts

with 

lush

green

canopies

that

were

wrapped

around

dying

branches

making

the

illusion

of

perfection

poem of the day September 23

The last

few

hours

of

summer

Long hot

sun

on the

red

glow

of maple

Joe-Pye-weed

and

golden rod

wind

swaying

in the

same

meadow

Green

grass

like

thick

carpet

from

where

to watch

a

lazy

afternoon

that

can not

keep

back

the

ball

of

fall

poem of the day September 22

All for

nothing

Nothing

for all

Take care

Care take

Train spotting

Spotting train

Dream night

Night dream

When

figuring

where

words

can

take

you

The final

Sum of

the parts

is more

important

then

Parts

of the

sum

poem of the day September 21

Something

about

the city

can

spark

waves

of emotions

that

never

come

out

When

alone

in the

wilderness

Many

miles

from

the 

pulse

Of

gathered

humanity

poem of the day September 20

The fast

Life

of the

Avenue

The

Big City

So many

Ideas

Living

Within

The mad

Rush

Waiting

Like

Lemmings

For a

Train

Selling

Sleep

To the

Sheep

All the

Conductor

can do

is

Wave

His

Wand

To the

Country

Bumpkins

still

Dressed

Like 

Pumpkins

poem of the day September 19

Smoking

on the

highway

Going

down

the road

I watched

her

with a

cigarette

Dangling

from her

toes

And

every

day

I pass

her

I wonder

what

she

thinks

of

Submarines

and

hopeful

dreams

While

smoking

all her

kids

poem of the day September 18

I look

outside

to see

the garden

Still

alive

and

very

thriving

Yet just

like the

bittersweet

The unwanted

frost

begins

its creep

Inch

by

inch

Row

by

row

Soon

my lovely

garden

will go

poem of the day September 17

On the

Catwalk

A

late

summer's

day

Looking

out

over

the

forest

dream

The

slow

change

of

green

A few

hints

of

mellow

yellow

with a

dash

of

red

to add

to the

splash

Yet

still

time

to

remember

green

summer in

September

As the

leaves

start

to

freeze

the ball

into

fall

poem of the day September 16

Just

a long

way

from

this

to

that

is

the

reason

the

cat

climbs

the tree

of

life

while

the

dog

stays

around

to

bark

the

night

poem of the day September 15

My

home 

town

is a

round

town

And a

round

town is

a whole

town

And

a whole

town

is a

full

town

That goes

round

and

round

the

merry go

round

of home

town

round

town

whole

towns

poem of the day September 14

Eyes

looking

out

over

the

same

situation

from

opposite

points

of view

can

see

just

about

everything

Except

for 

their

things

in

common

poem of the day September 13

Off to

the races

without

a horse

Trying

to catch

the fish

without

a hook

is nothing

but

the

luck

of

wishing

Sometimes

in life

You

need

the touch

of the

crutch

poem of the day September 12

I watched

my  magic

garden

grow

While

falling

asleep

in the

trusted flow

Rain came

Sun streamed

And in

the morning

I harvested

a bounty

of

beautiful

dreams

poem of the day September 11

The crows

were

at it

again

All

lined

up

in a

row

Facing

east

of the

highway

Eating

road kill

Thinking

about

Movie Stars

They all

had

to agree

Life is

good

poem of the day September 10

The valley

makes

the mountain

seem

higher

then

it

really 

is

Just

like

emotion

can

make

a

simple

argument

appear

like

a raging

war

poem of the day September 9

The

journey

of a

lifetime

is the

long

eternity

that

passes

in the

flash

of an

eye

poem of the day Sept 8

“I want

to fly”

said the

master

as he

ran

down

the hill

and crashed

“Why can’t

you Master?”

asked the

student

“Because

sometimes

a master

Is Not

a Master”

The master

Shouted

in glee

As he took

off again

and crashed

poem of the day September 7

Rain

Thick

Clouds

Low

Trees

Dripping

Wet

Ground

Puddles

of

Desire

Left

out

In the

wind

Impossible

for the

unsettled

Soul

to

Remain

Dry

of

Emotional

torrents

within

poem of the day September 6

something

about

the sun

reflecting

through

the trees

on a

still

day

brings

a smile

that is

as wide

as me

poem of the day September 5

Oh Golden Rod

Oh Golden Rod

swaying in the field

Much maligned

by good Mankind

for Ragweed’s hidden ills

Yet your golden heads

on a late summer’s day

are beauty to the eyes

of mortal men walking

through Your field

with clippers by their side

poem of the day September 4

When

climbing

The bottom

steps

are

often

neglected

in the

rush to

the top

Sometimes

leaving

one with

an unstable

Fountain

instead

of a

rooted

mountain

poem of the day September 3

In the

heart

Many

things

are

kept

close

to the

vest

So

close

that

to let

them

out

Would

be

like

a Tornado

in a patch

of red

Tomatoes

poem of the day September 2

It used

to be

there

were

sacrificial

animals

involved

in the

toil

of men

Now

there

are only

machines

Like

the one

I am

writing

into

What

happens

when

the

machines

sense

We

are

the 

expendable

ones?