poem of the day November 30

The space

between

valleys

is often

overlooked

when

trying

to pick

fresh

green

apples

hanging

from the

other side

of the

mountain

poem of the day November 29

For gathered

hands

within

the fold

Singing farm

songs

by the

wood stove

Deciding

whether

red or white

while

conversations

drift

like

rudderless

boats

Traveling

circles

worn

by 

rounded

moats

poem of the day November 28

Long gone

the days

Old

dreams

now part

of the sea

Waves

currents

have

splashed

on the

same

rock

for a

lifetime

Worn

skin

shedding

like

a shore

of fragile

moments

on the

ever

moving

light of

time

Yet

the old

man

still

stands

like a 

mountain

singing

songs

from

deep

within

poem of the day November 27

Snow

on green

on silhouetted beams

on maple branches

full of dances

Every flake

falls below

covering sins

from

long ago

Within

this field

of glistening

white

a chance

to discover

the inner

light

Where

purity

of the

falling

snow

makes

amends

with long

lost

friends

poem of the day November 26

The anticipation

of a storm

is often

the leading

edge of

unsettled

desire

Fingers

wrapped

around

a cup of

coffee

Rap 

Tap

Tapping

to the

exquisite

drum

beat

of something

beyond

a mortal's

control

poem of the day November 26

The cup

of life

was in

the middle

swelled

with all

kinds of

temptations

making it

appear

more then

half full

One by one

the attractive

desires

floating

on the

surface

were

eagerly

sucked

down

by the

addicted

until

the cup

in time

became

seen

to most

as 

half empty

poem of the day November 24

Ode 

to the 

Cloud

of 

clouds

My cloud

Your cloud

Everybody

has

Cloud

Cloud

on a

hot tin roof

Seeping

fine mist

soul

Clouds

that all 

rush

to be

Cloud sky

Cloud Night

First Cloud

I see tonight

poem of the day November 23

Sometimes

the truth

becomes

obscured

Hidden

along the

Trail of

Judgement

Tripped over

by tumbling

well intention

rocks

thrown

by 

other 

cover

souls

Like

Candy canes

dangling

on the

bridge

hoping

to feel

the rain

poem of the day November 22

The dreams

were

on the

front

line

Inspecting

archetypes

Boogie man

had fallen

in love with

Mother helper

which made

Everyman

cringed

Not even

Superman

could keep

them apart

The dreams

all agreed

unless

something

was done

they would

have a

nightmare

on their

hands

poem of the day November 21

Who would have thought

Machine Astrology

would be such  a world wide craze

Billions were being spent on getting the right machine

Making sure you and your machine had a compatible aura

Otherwise you could end up

with the Machine from Hell

Proponents claim:

Knowing your machine’s horoscope

is essential to having a happy healthy machine

You’ll know when to avoid the printer on a bad machine day

On a very inauspicious  day

you can  keep your machine home

transcending  any cosmic meltdowns

With a Zodiac made up of common tool names

the astrology is easy to understand

Take for instance the sign of the Hammer

Hammer

is strong

Forceful

Confident

But easy to

anger

Not compatible

with the

Light Bulb

poem of the day November 20

“I can't

take it

anymore

Everybody

wants

me to

be someone

else”

Plastic Man

screamed

as he

stretched

himself

over the

bridge

where

millions

were

watching

Still

most

were

shocked

when

he swan-dived

into the

bottomless

pit

of someone

else's

perfection

poem of the day November 19

Frost

appears

white faced

Cold

seeps

into

meadow

dawn

Frigid

morning

fog

Silently

creeps

until

chill

spills

over

like

frozen

lava

to soak

all the

warm

away

poem of the day November 18

The complete 

cards

of thought

were open

to everyone

solely on the

moment

of their

birth

Desert

Ocean

Magic

Potions

Yet only

after

a few

minutes

of breathing

ideas

it was

already

impossible

for most

not

to mix 

fact

and 

fiction

without

falling

into

emotions

of addiction

poem of the day November 17

The homemade

dress

was too

small

for the

ball

The lone

gunman

ran out

of bullets

before

firing

even

a single

shot

Truth

stood

still

waiting

at the

corner 

Luckily

there was

enough

time to

catch up

Change

skins

and play

the pretty

dead cat 

bounce

poem of the day November 16

Fleeting

Meeting

Seeking

Searching

The time

spent

pent up

on the

fence

Red

threads

best

dressed

like

fresh

west

chest

played

slow

in a

game

called

lives

ago

But after

many

hues

are used

with no

real

news

the time

has

come

The hen of

Zen

will be

seating

the meeting

poem of the day November 15

Fog covers

imperfection

better

then low lights

at a restaurant

cover

dreams

of lovers

trying to

merge

into

some

cloudy

nature

far

away from

the open 

eyes

of clarity 

found

only

in the

truth

of light

poem of the day November 14

First snow

was nothing

more then

a dusting

Just

a fresh

peck

on nature's 

cheek

Beautiful 

white

flakes

on the

last 

of the

green

grass

made for

a combination

of color

only seen

in the

beginning

of the

long ride

into

winter

poem of the day November 13

It was

an all

time

low

even for

our

litigious

nation

A militant

prayer

group

was

suing

God

for not

delivering

them

from

evil

Claiming

in their

brief

that

a miracle

was

consciously

withheld

from true

believers

with no

regard

to the

depth

of their

faith

Everyone

was worried

that a

not guilty

verdict

would

open

the

flood gates

of hell

poem of the day November 12

It was

a grasshopper day

Warm fall

air

Leaves

flying

here

and

there

Sun

darting

through

branches

of bare

trees

Getting ready

for winter

But very

happy

for one

more

beautiful

lick on

the face

by the

slow

moving

afternoon

glow

of an

Indian

summer

poem of the day November 11

“I think

anger is

the one

virus

I should

not have

infected

humans

with

when

I made

them”

God

said

to his

Dogs

as they

watched

Yet

another

uncontrollable

man made

war

poem of the day November 10

Burdock

stands

by the

edge

of the

meadow

Waiting

for the

unaware

traveler

to brush

against it

One touch

and the

Smiling

burr

hitches

a ride

across

the field

All the 

time 

burrowing

deeper

and 

deeper

until

it is

finally

discovered

Pulled off

and thrown

into the

unknown

of a new

home

poem of the day November 9

The plan

before

the dawn

is always

full

of hope

containing

seeds

needed

to carry

the long

dream

inside

fragile

porcelain

canoes

easily

broken

by days

of rock

hard

lifetimes

circling

again 

and again

like 

waves

until

one breaks

free as

planned

poem of the day November 8

Intimacy

is very

sacred

and

discovered

after

walking

in human

shoes

with

another

over

miles

of

karma

and

years

of trust

into the

darma

of

linked

minds

in this

moment

of time

poem of the day November 7

The new

surface

on the

old

road

covered

everything

leaving

only

memories

buried

in the

subconscious

of those

who

traveled it

poem of the day November 6

Day

Night

Sunrise

Sunset

Finding

Losing

Beginning

Ending

Up the

Mountain

Down the

Valley

All part

of time

spent

somewhere

in the

temple

poem of the day November 5

It seems

that

Everyone

has

their own

idea  of

contentment”

the fool

said

Trying

to make

sense

of everything

as he

watched

the busy

flock

rushing

by him

just

for the

sake

of

rushing

poem of the day November 4

Grey November

masterpiece

The farmer

gazing

at the

silver

barked

hillside

Naked

Trunks

standing

Tall

in the

solitary

fall

light

A momentary

reflection

Soon 

overtaken

by thoughts

of chilly 

nights

hanging

around

farm piles

in need of

shelter

from

the white

cold

of winter’s

wind