poem of the day December 21


If the knock

comes at a time

when the door is 

wide open

the new is already in

the old has already left

It is the same

within the house of mind

poem of the day December 20


finding all

the depths

to reach

the sparkling cave 

takes a

certain

calm to

drive within

the body of

another's soul

poem of the day December 19

Long eyes

far afar

Sometimes

unable to

say the truth

Not even

into wells

which use to be

the sacred

keepers of secrets

until the internet

intercepted

the love of God

to make 

all things public

poem of the day December 18

It was the new craze

special jumping horses

Everybody

was riding them

Horses that could

fly while galloping

Here to there

There to here

Up the road

Down the road

The only barrier

the special horses

could not jump

was the fork

in the road

Unfortunately

that still depended

on the fate

of the ride

poem of the day December 17


Once again

waiting for

the light

The dark

seems very

strong

and deep

on this drizzling dawn

reminding me

that things

appear to stay the same

only minutes

before the change

poem of the day December 16


The wind gave

life to the leaves

They were having

a great time as

they danced around

like ballerinas

surrounding my car

like lemmings

jumping over the cliff

It had me thinking

there might

be more to life

then we think

poem of the day December 15


fast and slow

is the illusion

Time is

the same

for all

dress pressed

wheels

The only

difference

are the traveling roads

that all end in

different

fleeting futures

poem of the day December 14


hiding from

the bear

in the cabinet

next to

the cookie jar

or having the

bull deliver

fine china

to the lost rodeo

is just way

the hands

work

in the clock

of man

poem of the day December 13


The lobby of the hotel

served tea exactly at 3:00

At a table sitting next to me

were a couple of fleas

Well dressed 

Well mannered

but full of disease

"We will ban everything

needed for people to see"

The one with the big hair

chuckled to me

poem of the day December 12


When things were

a dime a dozen

no one had to think

water was left running

long after you left the sink

It was great to drive for hours

and sit inside your car

it did not really matter

that you never traveled far

The height of fancy manners

was to leave food on the plate

cause no one wanted 

to be thought of

as a man of second rate

But now that eggs cost a fortune

with water as expensive as gas

you have to think of the future

when drinking from the glass

poem of the day December 1


Why no?

Why yes?

Why the why?

A long walk

clears the sense

of expectation

The turtle

wins the long

race of circles

Not like

the shallow rabbit

who wins

only in the

square of fear

Thinking

of nothing but

wind 

salt 

worry 

time

and the

look of

the everyday

angry face

that unsettles one

with the crying eye

Why no?

Why yes?

Why the why?

poem of the day December


What happens

when the driver

on the bus

runs out

of wheels?

Does he move

on back?

or whine

whine whine?

All I know 

It is better to

run out of

wheels

then run out

of road

poem of the day December 9


So I walked

on the water

But sank

on the very

first step

I guess

I am not

related

to Jesus

but I'm glad

I'm related

to the rest

of us mess

poem of the day December 8


The search

became

one

of mountains

Trying to

find the valley 

deep within

The disappointment after

days of climbing

Only to come back

empty

Not knowing

the valley

was always

there

A sacred floor

hidden

by the

very mountains

used for climbing

poem of the day December 7


The ritual

got lost

somewhere

inside the 

ritual

No one

knew

exactly

when

But

pomp

and 

circumstance

had replaced

true love

Now all we

have left

is

a very 

fashionable

coat

which

looks good

yet smothers

the soul

into breeding

envy and hate

poem of the day December 6


If you

cross

plan

with 

tan

then

you will

plant

something

very deep

to grow

throughout

the light

of life

without

the worry

of falling

down in

the rain

when the

sun don't shine

poem of the day December 5


Something about 

sun on frost

A free moment

blinding sparkle

richer

then any 

dizzy diamond

Able to melt

the soul

without desire

envy or toil

poem of the day December 4


TAKE care

care take

GIVE care

care give

MORE care

care more

LESS care

care less

LIFE care

care life

DEATH care

care death

WITH care

care with

GUN care

care gun

HATE care

care hate

NO care

care no

PEACE care

care peace

WITHOUT care

care without

LOVE care

care love

IN care

care in

HEART care

care heart

poem of the day December 3


The space

between

a rabbit's ear 

is full of

every kind of fear

Some far 

Some true

Some false

Some near

But always

in their mind

Poor dear

poem of the day December 2


The river ran

through the meadow

for centuries

Separating

here from there

Keeping yes

away from no

But then

a tree fell

over the

water

and landed

on the other side

All of a sudden

there was a bridge

Here and there

No and yes

were connected

and no longer

thought of the water

which was now forced

to do nothing

but be the river flow

poem of the day December 1


"How many dreams

are in the jar"

asked the nightwatchman

as he held up

the empty vessel

with a lid on

so tight it

was impossible

for any of

the  insomniacs

to see

poem of the day November 30


A bridge

in your sleep

joining the dream

of long breath

Deep pool of water

Fast horse

of no matter

The deer waits

on the other side

of the pasture

All eyes on tomorrow 

poem of the day November 29


The tree did not

move all night long

It is still in the same

place as the day before

The only thing 

that has changed is

The air around it

The light around it

The sound around it

and me who after

dreaming all night long

Drinking coffee around it

poem of the day November 28


a warm drizzle

for November grey

the soft patter

on the tin roof

calm and still

no light except

for the creeping

of the fog

and my heart

full of ruby red love

poem of the day November 27

I was wondering

Is there still

such a thing

as a baker's dozen?

Or did it end with my

parent’s generation?

We think we are so giving

but the reality is

we are in a culture of

More for me

and screw you

A far cry from

what can I do

I mean like water

costs a small fortune

There are no free matches

and bath rooms are locked

How did we get

so far away

from a baker’s dozen

Ho Ho Ho

thirteen dreams

on a dead dozen's chest

poem of the day November 26

I would not want

to be a turkey

on this

thanksgiving day

Cooking in the oven

smelling so good

Raised for this date

for nothing but

a made up

tradition of man

Makes me wonder if

man is

nothing but a

made up

tradition

raised 

for the sacrifice

of God

poem of the day November 25

There is an old tree

in the middle

of most every town

that has been

there for generations

standing silently

year in and year out

An old tree that 

has remembered every

single word

humanity has spoken

while walking

within its shade

An old tree 

with trunks full

of secrets

safely hidden

deep inside

its humble bark

content to watch

the play of man

poem of the day November 24

The transparent glass

of the window

allows everything

to be seen

It is only the

fog of man's

emotions

that cloud

the lines

from inside

out

poem of the day November 23

When wind

is knocking

on a familiar door

as it is opened

Does the force

of Change

influence

the direction

of the present

state of time

poem of the day November 22

Oh those subterraneans

that dance

at the flash of

a beat

So sweet

to think

of nostalgia

when eating

the long

lost poet’s seat

What poems

never made

it out

of the room

from

all those

minds that

danced too soon?

poem of the day November 21


No time like now

to catch

the wind inside

The tides as it

circulates up

and down

over the very

essence of

the mortal existence

Where only

a soul 

My soul

Your soul

can navigate

each and

every petal

of the mostly hidden temple

poem of the day November 20


When the open

calls out an

emotional sore

and you find

yourself in

the turmoil of war

Remember

you are just

a mere 

human tune

with nothing

else to do

but ride the tiger

to the moon

poem of the day November 19

All those

memories

inside your mind

Some have left 

Some are fine

How they live

I do not know

I guess its

just the come and go

poem of the day November 18


Cold 

crisp

corners

come

calling

down

dull

drawn

dawn

days

Coffee

can

catch

close

calls

Drink

drive

drill

drum

during

deep

dreams

but watch

out for

the dark 

of I can

poem of the day November 17


Another breath

Another thought

The world rises with

the morning

In 

Out

of the dark

night womb

Where fluid

dreams keep

the soul

surrounded

by the

long lost

Mother of Pearl

poem of the day November 16

As the ship

slips into

morning dew

After night

fights through

long tunnels

Spent ideas rest

on the crest

of the bow

Where ropes

are thrown

overboard

Once again

tying  dreams

back to the

rising sun

poem of the day November 15


"The perfect scallop

is the size

of a dollop"

the fisherman

said to the sea

"They have their

own little room

with their

own little spoon

and taste

so delicious to me"

poem of the day November 14


The dogs

went on 

a rampage

and I don't 

know why

It wasn't a full moon

Yet their beds are

are full of

Doll legs

Corks, screws

Plastic cups

Even the toilet plunger

Just about everything

except for the kitchen sink

What a mess

"Clean it up Dogs!"

I shout as they

all look around

nervously

trying to 

blame each other

but not making

a move to help

What a way

to start a Saturday

poem of the day November 13

The same

old problems

The door still squeaks

The handle catches

like usual

on the last dream

The recurring one

that happens

over and over

so many lifetimes

as they swim by

with each new try

poem of the day November 12


My palms told me

I was going 

to be enlightened

I had the life line

The time line

The psychic square

Even the wine line

A Mystic told me

it was the best alignment

money could buy

and I had to agree

having spent

so much time chasing

floating rainbows

It was preordained

Hands don't lie

My egotistical delusion

just had to be true

poem of the day Novemeber 11


The grain

in the wood

twisted the old log

in such a way

that it was

impossible to split

but even though

I spent an hour

of futile time

trying to break

through that force

I was happy

The late fall day

slapping at my face

was a breeze I could 

not resist

poem of the day November 10


I remember emotion 

as it walked barefoot

through the path 

toward a place

for different feet

Hard to tell

how many steps

in a lifetime

But the trick

is to enjoy 

every stride

every moment

of everyday

poem of the day November 9


One tick closer

to madness

The clock

of the insane

gets tangles

in the arms

of its own

struggle

The rigidness

of tiny ideas 

blow holes

in universal harmony

Making it impossible

for mere mortals

to get out of harms way

poem of the day November 8


Predawn and

a pink cloud

on a blue sky

drifts like a pretty ship

over the vast

horizon in search

of other clouds

of the same happiness

I am sitting here 

wonder if it will

find true love

before the sun rises

from the high mountain

poem of the day November 7


No clue

for the

clueless

Too many

clues for

the over astute

The wish boat

is full of used rudders

sold on Sundays

by Faith Hope

The mighty river

welcomes all

But once on

the water

the wish boat

moves on

invisible

currents

whether one

is ready

or not

poem of the day November 6


Waiting

Wondering

Walking

How high

the tide

Breaking dreams

like rude children

Exposed rocks

Hard

Inflexible

Walking

Wondering

Waiting

Until

the day

spills over

the dark light

poem of the day November 5

What makes

a certain

tree hold

its leaves

longer then

the rest of the forest?

Is it something

about the way the sap

flows up its back?

Or is it as simple

as being born

out of the wind?

What ever the reason

I like the color

late in the season

poem of the day November 4


The road seemed

like rooms of life

Shotgun doors

opening into long

houses stretched

along the track

Lives walking 

the narrow tunnel

toward the light

Where that glass

of wine awaits

all travelers

poem of the day November 3


The only stream

that travels

up and down

the highway

is hidden

inside

the very

idea of

who you

can be

poem of the day November 2

A long wait

for a slow yellow car

is the same as a quick

jump into a fast black sedan

Both are part

of the same

universe

moving at

speeds

needed

for the karma of life