poem of the day October 31

Clover

was

growing

on the

old

forbidden

waste

dump

Big

fat

tempting

clumps

of

four

leaf

clovers

full

of the 

luck

most

would

die

for

poem of the day October 30

The earth

moves

while

the night

sleeps

beyond

into

another's

past

All hands

on  deck

The dreams

boats

have

left

the dock

and

are headed

to jobs

with

or

without

a proper

master

poem of the day October 29

The train

whistles

before

the dawn

Before

the first

of the

birds

Piercing

the darkness

with the

early

morning

cry

Civilization

is here!

Civilization

is here!

A morning 

reminder

for those

up to

hear

poem of the day October 28

Mine

Time

for a

timeless

mind

but

remember

Golden

Nuggets

Full of

Memories

are

able

to appear

then

disappear

at a

moments

notice

with or

without

the thought

of the 

Lotus

poem of the day October 27

“A thousand

miles of

fortune

lies

just

above

the road”

The stranger

said

to the maiden

as he

handed

her

his rose

“Don’t get

pricked 

by someone

else's

thorns”

He warns

as she

looks

away

Flower

in hand

reaching

for the

future

but

forgetting

to put

on

her

gloves

poem of the day October 26

A town

looks

different

in a

movie

All the

smoke

behind

the mirror

made

the faded

pine

sash

seem

like

an

eternity

as it

set out

in different

pot holes

over the

same

falls

But

don’t

take my

Word

Go see

Go be

the

Judge

poem of the day October 25

“If you

don’t

have a

gun

You

don’t

Die by

a gun”

God

shouted

Just after

Shooting

the heavily

armed

Hunter

that

was

trying

to kill

him

poem of the day October 24

The

universal

strand

of

anxiety

was

almost

extinct

Down

to the

last

gasp

of

concern

Only

a few

more

clouds

of

nervousness

left

Then

came

the evening

news

hyping

yet

another

abstract

form of

human

panic

All was

lost

as

everyone

Hurried

to the

Worry

poem of the day October 23

The river

was

down

to a

trickle

of its

former

self

Rocks

that

thrived

under

water

were

baking

in the

drought

strong

Sun

The poor

Fish

were

long gone

Or

struggling

in

stagnant

puddles

Only

the main

channel

still had

enough

water

to sit

by and

watch

the river

flow

poem of the day October 22

How

many

steps

does

it take

to get

to where

you

are

going?

I guess

it all

depends

on the

shoes

You

choose

to use

in the

light

of life

poem of the day October 21

Straw men

lining

the highway

Paper tigers

Hollow

shells

to the

end

Like fire

Yet

still

able

to

scare

them 

crows

away

poem of the day October 20

Looking out

the cat walk

Poplar stand

Round golden

circles

Shimmering

like

Quick Sliver

in the

Autumn

Light

A magical

gift

to any

lucky 

to BE

sitting by

the window

watching

the wind 

leaves

blow

poem of the day October 19

When 

everything

is perfect

will

we still

need

imperfection?

poem of the day October 18

The human

condition

is only

as conditioned

as the

human

leading

the expedition

into

the life

being

conditioned

by other

humans

with

conditions

poem of the day October 17

The invasives

were really

quite

beautiful

Red

Yellow

Whole hillsides

burning

in color

Bittersweet

but

Did not

seem

out of

place

On this

rainy

New England

fall 

afternoon

Such

is the

glory

of the

day

poem of the day October 16

It’s

that

old

time

dancing

being

called

into

play

Moves

to

cure

the

scents

of

everything

beyond

words

Something

for the

moment

before

it slips

away

poem of the day October 15

What a

world

of

wonder

Cameras

on Mars

Capturing

sunrise

sunset

Crazy

light

from

the same

sun

shining

Everyday

but unseen

until

a visit

from

planet

Earth

linking

Two

orbiting

Sisters

so different

Yet

no longer

a

space

dream

away

poem of the day October 14

Seen

that

bus

On that

road

Traveling

down

toward

a Place

with

a view

of reality

that

is

easily

hidden

by

mountains

that

spring

from

the mind

poem of the day October 13

Space

between

the mountain

Is the

valley

of decide

Where

balance

is a

virtue

to ride

the waves 

inside

Often

roots

of something

different

are  just

a strange

disguise

The

land

of  figure

painting

is the

world

of many

lies

The

landscape

for this

drama

is very

much

alive

in the

wonder

of the

bubbles

that

drive

our

human

lives

poem of the day October 12

So what

is a

muscle

But an

arm

full of

emotion

A hard

look

into

the

hook

of life

Constantly

formed

by the

many

miles

fighting

inside

the

avenue

of

You

poem of the day October 11

Rage

Bottled

up in

sliver

slippers

is served

Family style

atop

Sunday

football

games

starting

with

the

kickoff

of the

home

team

poem of the day October 10


One day

I want

to be

an old

man

in an

old

body

What

a weird

thing

to wish 

for

in the

war

between

when

and

zen

poem of the day October 9

Climbing

the mountain

Hands

on the

Volcano

Trying

to

connect

hot

lava

with

sleeping

breaths

How

long?

How

far?

Depends

on the

make

of the

car

poem of the day October 8

It was

the latest

rage of 

extreme

recreation

Wild

cloud

surfing

On any

given

day

the sky

was full

of  drones

Dragging

fool

hardy

adventurers

decked out

in the

latest

flying

cloud

fashion

Atop

large

clouds

boards

In search of 

perfect

heavenly

Fog

All I can 

say is 

"Clouds up!"

poem of the day October 7

The lone

tree

planted

in the

meadow

stood

out

like

a sentry

Full

of long

leaves

Good

branches

And a

solid

trunk

of love

to guard

over

those

he

left

behind

poem of the day October 6

“People

disappear

all the

time

Come

and go

all the

time

It is

part

of the  

mortal

rhyme”

The magician

shouted

fearful

of the

angry

crowd

gathered

in search

of newly

lost

ones

“How

was I

to know

It was just

a trick

A slide

of

hand

Nothing

more

Nothing

grand”

Still

the crowd

pressed

forward

to blame

the

eternal

flame

“I can’t

bring

them

back

I can’t

I have

no

magic

other

then

the rope

of hope”

Those

were

the last

words

the magician

spoke

Before

he was

banished

by the

hands of

vanish

poem of the day October 5

Anticipation

is a

recreation

for those

involved

with

the mire

of

desire

Perhaps

a lord

from

Baltimore

could

figure

out

the

want for

more

Yet

stains

upon

the

velvet

dress

Is

bound

to

history

like

the rest

What

lies

inside

an old

man’s

mind

Is something

only

revealed

in time