poem of the day May 31

I am going to be calling

out procrastination

while I’m on the run

doing nothing

to help begin sailing

my boat to destinations unknown

It is just too hard

to start moving

on your own

Especially when the angle of the sun

gets in your eyes

But then I think

perhaps the waiting

is the real torture of

exquisite fun

poem of the day May 30

Long days drift

till dusk

Set afloat in the eastern dawn

Sunrise on the way

Busy beavers

ready to work

Riding the current

next to trees

able to light

dark eyes before

the break of day 

poem of the day May 29

On the deck of fortune

Cards of change

Bells in the wind

Voices of the oracle

thought to be

circling in front of you

What if you end up picking two?

poem of the day May 28

Bluebird on a post

Beavers making all kinds of ponds

A bald eagle flying around 

I am driving home

thinking of poems 

poem of the day May 27

I wonder

if the cows hanging out

in the meadow

have any idea

they are just a piece of meat

poem of the day May 26

The key was mixed up with

hundreds of other skeletons

separated for generations

from the old cabinet that

was locked tight and impossible to open

Somehow the key and cabinet

were now both at the same antique show

only a few booths away waiting for reunification

but just as the dealer started to shift through the haystack

a young girl came and bought the key

denying the thrill of destiny

poem of the day May 25

Never works in the present

but sometimes points to the past

Humans dream from fountains

that grow in the dark

A phone call comes from a distance

to spark the weld of the ark

touching lives of the moment

let out by the dog of the bark

poem of the day May 24

Just one more moment

in the long fought journey

Another heart beat

Another day

The land of plenty

cost lots of money

Only the lucky slip away

The drab streets are

the only welcome for those that

choose to play with pain

Fools gold is just a season

not the reason to  lose the game

poem of the day May 23

Another day

has come and gone

Crawling up

the wall of dawn

A whisper here

A whisper there

The wind likes 

to play musical chairs

poem of the day May 22


Need and want

lived inside the same old walk

tip-toeing over long worn footsteps 

covered regularly by minds full of confusion

The divine answer was just outside the last door

waiting until the first strike of the storm

came rushing out to meet life's desire

with a myriad of unsorted emotions

trying to pull the two apart

poem of the day May 21

The air is cold

There’s frost in town

I've cover some plants

Some are on their own

A matter of survival

is just a few degrees

The earth is so fragile

Please save my leaves

poem of the day May 20


The long wind

came from the north

Came out of the night

Entered the open window

carrying thoughts from far away

Thoughts that mixed

with no man-dreams

Fresh ideas to drink with coffee

poem of the day May 19

The flea market has

started for another season

Early morning Vermont

mist, clouds, excitement

hang on a meadow full of desire

A group of collectors

gather around an old truck

full to the brim with junk

The sun breaks through

shines on an object

Everybody rushes for it

hoping to win a treasure

poem of the day May 18

drizzle at dawn

grey clouds on the horizon

nothing but the patter

of happy song birds

serenading the windless joy

of a gentle rain

poem of the day May 17

I thought I would

find the hole

in which they hide time

Discover some lost fountain

where age is the only road

through the universe

but time proved

too thin to cover my imperfections

poem of the day May 16


When dreams

walk about reality

in easy footsteps 

then it is time

to throw away

the old vines of illusions 

before they become

trunks of permanent delusion 

poem of the day May 15

The hibiscus bloom

inside the room

reminds me of a distant moon

a comet ball comes and goes

round and round in orange folds

the flower circle sea of green

flows together like peaches with dreams

poem of the day May 14

Asparagus so strange a stalk

only here until July 4th

Every year in early May

arrows appear from sandy-clay

green spears full of vitamins

an acquired taste for many men

But nirvana for those who claim

the recipes to seal its fame

So short a season, does not last

Oh how I love my asparagus

poem of the day May 13

What I was thinking

was just a thought

A wave born of circumstance

A chance encounter

with the inside-out world

An idea of human fusion

as simple as an old memory

brought forth by a tree of fluttering leaves

poem of the day May 12


The dogs have started bringing in ticks 

The little buggers hang in ugly blood filled sacks

inside of dog ear flaps, under dog tails

even on the back of dog necks

I am the official tick collector

I sort them out from lime to deer

put them to the match

and burn them all together

for some sick pleasure

born from real fear of lime disease 

poem of the day May 11

Summer sun in May

full of long weird rays

that have burned the ferns

into bowls of dust

Unrelenting heat

on new sheets

Air still with a fire

that ate the beast

Been that way

for too many days

Has me feeling dry

a bit wry, worried and confused

asking the question

Where have all the showers gone

poem of the day May 10

I always thought you would live to be a hundred

But eighty-nine is a fine time to dance into the next dream

where I hope you are able to bring some  memories

of this life in which you were a shining star

I remember years in NYC  staying with you

getting up early to walk the park

before breakfast, sometimes before the light

then coming back so hungry that we did not even

sit but ate lox in front of that poor gold fish

discussing politics while swigging OJ out of the box

I remember deciding on dinner was always serious 

three reservation just to keep options open you said 

but then at the last minute

deciding to go somewhere else

Like that Italian place that gave us a bottle of wine

I remember a day at the farm with the movie star

October sun warm, time slow, magic glow of peace

We all agreed it was perfection

Better then a movie the movie star said

but most of all I remember your passion for the less fortunate

The caring, The love, The dedication

that I know you will carry to your next life

May the wind of memories be love at your back

Rest in peace

Sweet Marilyn

poem of the day May 9

It was a rock away

no matter how you rolled it

Venus on one side

Mars on the other

Bouncing balls

spinning like tops

playing ping pong in the early twixt of dusk

made me think of all the space

between here and there

between right and wrong

between truth and delusion

The Earth felt like old Romans

willing to leave home

Willing to conquer the idea of god 

thought to be festering

inside of planetary souls full of imagination and gravity

It was all very sad when 

the stars came back into the night sky with nothing 

but the spoils of war

poem of the day May 8


awake now

sleep then

around the bend

we all go our merry way

trying to stay fit

within the play

of sun and rain

poem of the day May 7

I just heard on the radio

that a person left a position

on the condition

they take another position

and their position is taken

by someone that

had just left a  position

on the condition

they find someone to take their position

Which has led me to the position

that position condition is

more important  then the condition of your position 

poem of the day May 6


In the dusty dawn the daffodil

stood out proud upon the hill

yellow dreams on a sea of green

this sentry guards the gates of spring

every year it emerges from winter's cold

dressed in happiness sown with gold 

poem of the day May 5

The old knocker found in the falling down barn

was a Victorian cherub knocker from long ago

How it got there no one knew

Time had left a film of neglect on the heavenly faces

Over the years it had mixed with water

The rust had fused the iron handle shut

The knocker was now impossible to knock

I thought how sad it must be to be a knocker no longer able to be knocked

How did the little angels feel about being stuck, shut, closed, frozen? 

No longer hanging on the doorway of a forgotten home

poem of the day May 4

Quiet is only caught frozen 

for fleeting moments

in the solitude of this sunrise

The birds that have been singing stop 

as the fresh light of day

rolls away the last  shadows of night

The morning sun appears unclouded

I am outside feeling the warm

rays fresh on my shaved face

Even the wild dog is silent  

Then just as I begin to absorb this unexpected stillness

the rejoicing earth awakes with songs of the light

poem of the day May 3


If all things do work out

what will you think of next?

Will  dreams evaporate

or will  they take the next step?

Dylan says you have to pay

of course that is OK

unless you lose the  choose 

then it will be up to you

to find your muse

poem of the day May 2

"Mayday, Mayday, Mayday

spring has arrived" old man winter

shouted in alarm

"All melting snowmen better

run for frozen hills

before they are turned

into vernal pools

full of slimy salamander soup"

"Mayday, Mayday, Mayday"

poem of the day May 1

What a crazy world

Porn shipped from LA

to Nebraskan missile silos

on the ready for WW3

Important fashion designers

are doing their best to design

shoes that break your back

but look good in red lipstick

Thousand of dollars are

lost thinking about the right way

to sit on a park bench

All while divine earthquakes destroy

innocent lives in the belly of the Buddha