poem of the day February 28

A daily walk

is more relaxing

then a 

two week vacation

A simple Pleasure

of no planning

or expense

that is able

to transport

one into

the happiness

of their

own making

poem of the day February 27

Trains idle

at the station

Cars parked

in the lot

Airplanes sitting

on the tarmac

All  become

white elephants

in a world without

human direction

to keep the

erection

poem of the day February 26

What does

a poet do

but write

reflections

of the dew

Words spring

fresh inside

new minds

observing

winding songs

of time

Sometimes

timeless words

do survive

generations of

divides

Celebrated

poems so large

Everyone

knows these

special 

stars

poem of the day February 25

I often

wonder in

this frozen

tundra

of tiny

single

water

drops

cascading 

down

the great

river

rushing

to avoid

the bitter cold

sting of

winter

where

some will

freeze 

into

pretty ice

crystals

unique

cold and

very

alone

poem of the day February 24

Slow cooked

tension

Marinated

stress

Hot and sour
muscle pain

Leftover

headaches

just a few

of the 

old family 

recipes

one might

be served

in the

daily grind

of  life

poem of the day February 23

The one

thing

missing

was the

painting

of the ball

Nothing else

existed now 

except 

memories

of the fall

The artist

had been 

drinking

and forgot

to paint

the wall

where

fantasies

of prince

and princess

walked the

ancient hall

Now

everyone

left are

simply

voyeurs

of the old

who can

only 

imagine

what happened

on the canvas

to them all

poem of the day February 22

Solitude

snow

sailing

Sunday

Just another

winter day

with a 

frozen

mirage

that is

getting

in the way

of warm

Sun

summer

soul

Shouting

poem of the day February 21

Take me

to the

beach

I’ll pee

like a dog

I’ll worship

the sands

Get lost

with the

the frogs

I’ll swim

near the

Tunas that

surf with

the gods

who are

hanging ten

for winter

to end

poem of the day February 20

The jazz

colored towel

flapped in

the wind

with a

life

of its

own

Moving

like a

crazed

dancer

Twisting

Turning over

the window

Where

a silhouetted

face stared

motionless

into the

black hole

of the screen

For someone

watching

from afar

it was hard

to tell

dead

from 

alive

poem of the day February 19

When sitting

on a train

that passes

in the night

All that

is needed

is a conversation

at least

two souls

and a

one way

ticket

on the

tracks

of time

poem of the day February 18

The road

Unpredictable

Twists

Turns

Forks

Dead ends

Passing lines

And country

lanes

Still it

must

lead

somewhere

Maybe

to the end

of a journey

that

began

with a

small

step

often

lost

in the

direction

of life

poem of the day February 17

The days

are longer

Yet the

weeks are

colder

Seems

like

the rules

have been

turned

upside

down

by nothing

more then

change

The one

constant

that

lives

by

its own

rules

Rules

that don’t

fit into

the familiar

patterns

of man

Is it

the beginning

of the

reign

of machines?

poem of the day February 16

Minus ten

and dropping

It is so

cold this

morning

that hell

seems

Like an

inviting

warm oasis

I wonder

how many

frozen souls

are tempted

by this hot

desire?

poem of the day February 15


Take

another spin

On a breath

that floats

the wind

On a chance

that comes

with stars

inside of

dreams

Pull that lever

down

for friends

to crowd

around

Where

love

grows

like

tulips

in the dawn

Know both

of house

and home

Lives that live

like poems

Walking souls of

who we come

to be

Light on to you

Light on to me

entwined eternity

forever on the sea

poem of the day February 14


The day

emerges

whether

you are

ready or

not

Silently

growing

out of

the dawn

Nothing

less

Nothing

more

It is 

up to

you to

blast

off into

happiness

poem of the day February 13


Long 

in such

a big

word

simple

complex

full of

exaggeration

Long talks

Long boats

Long life

And sometimes

the most

perfect

way to

describe

the soul

of an emotion

Something

we all

long for

poem of the day February 12

What cog

are we

inside

the house

no choice

to take

the road

of mouse

Long standing

on the

winding

lane

far from

pretty

picture

framed

Where toil

of perfection

past

is not

enough

to change

the grass

Lost is gone

from

time’s

last laugh

still

the gear

moves

on from

year to

year

poem of the day February 11

Shoveling

snow

off a

roof

though

sometimes

necessary

is only 

another

man-made

endeavor

Part of

man’s 

ongoing

futile quest

to live

his human life

Safe and

sound

regardless

of nature

poem of the day February 10

It seems

like

everyone

has gotten

stuck

in the

middle

of nowhere

But has

anybody

ever

gotten

stuck

in the

middle

of yeswhere?

I have

never

heard of

even

one person

claiming

to have

been there

All I

can say

What a

different

place

the middle

of 

"where" 

can be

poem of the day February 9

A storm

a day

A river

of white

Flakes

falling

nonstop

out of

glass windows

Icicles dangle

once again

from an old

New England

farm

that has

seen

more

winter

storms

then

any

mortal man

More then

a century

of being

the sentry

poem of the day February 8

Find that

wing

hidden

in flaps

of long

travel

First class

Second class

Some journey

in open jars

Others

travel

trapped

within

sealed

faith

Only

the very

few can

make it

true to 

wonderland

poem of the day February 7

Lost times

Lost minds

Lost prayers

Lost days

Lost ways

So much

time spent

in losing

things

that were

never

really

lost

in the

first place

poem of the day February 6

Cold and

hot

mixed

the pot

where

sleep does

drift

from boat

to boat

Inside the

ferry

the trail

goes long

Impossible

to follow

without

arms

or ideas

that void

direction

lost of

years

poem of the day February

An old

Eskimo

proverb

recently

un-shoveled 

during a

blizzard

‘Shovel

that snow

into a pile

of white

Then build

an igloo

to warm up

the wife’

poem of the day February 4

Trails in 

the snow

show the 

toil of

man and

beast

Would be

forgotten

footsteps

are the

frozen

reminders

of journeys

that take

place

everyday

regardless

of weather

poem of the day February 3

Will manmade

delusion

find its way

into machines?

Will machines

fail because

of it?

If so

perhaps

it will

become

mankind’s

greatest weapon