poem of the day August 31

The bark of a dog

wanting to go out

before the dawn

Makes for

early morning poems

No light at all

falls on the yard

only dew lingering

in last nights dreams

And I am up in this

twix of time

Half asleep 

Half in rhyme 

poem of the day August 30

Late sweet corn

is better then

the norm

August silver and gold

on the stands

Four dollars a dozen

An end of season bargain

for something

God eats

everyday

in the summer land of

nirvana

with or without royal butter

poem of the day August 29

The cook

of alabaster

cooked something new

He used marbles

inside his stew

Some were me

Some were you

poem of the day August 28

It is a different world

random acts of kindness

have been replaced

by random acts of cruelty

The battle between good and evil

has drifted toward the dark

I am watching all of it on TV

Everybody is asking WHY

Then it occurs to me

Love must be on vacation

leaving too many dogs

with too much hate on their paws

poem of the day August 27

Can thought travel

without a road?

Can essence permeate

time like perfume?

Can it linger long after

the princess has

left her cage?

"Yes" said the puppeteer  

"Ideas can become

raging oceans

able to wipe out

puppet lives

controlled by

nothing except their

own tight stringed emotion"

poem of the day August 26

The dragon fly

did mesmerize

Flying over the farm

in great numbers

Reminding me

of those

Gallant Young Men in

their flying machines

circling full blast

Summer At its best

romantic fever

washing over the meadow

so lucky to be 

watching time burst live

in this wild sea

poem of the day August 25

Thunder at dawn

Rumble in the near light

Rain driven by the pulse

of the Lightening whip

Flashes of bright white

illuminate  the ancient maples

planted to guard the farm

No big sun today

to wash over the grey

poem of the day August 24

Green trees

Flowers bloom

Everybody waiting

Time passes

within a season

Innocent summer

still before the fall of change

Yet all flowers are

already churning toward

the seeds of creation

Know the fragile Gift of living

can end at a moment frost

poem of the day August 23

I visited my spider friend again

She was busy weaving a web

I watched her like a voyeur

would watch TV

She had three webs

which was rather industrious

even for an eight armed warrior

This time I ducked

under her spin

Glad she had not invited

me for dinner

poem of the day August 22

Up before the sun

knowing that many

are still sleeping

This poem

is for those early birds

Those birds ready for the worm

Those ready for some peace

The special peace that

comes only with the sunrise

for those lucky to be up in the dawn

poem of the day August 21

Join the band

Blow into the note

Ride the music

Find the boat

Then open the door

Don't worry

about the thinkers

who think

they have thought

of it all

Cause if I think

what you think

Then this connection

of two thoughts

becomes the great perfection for souls

timing their swim

within reach

of the sand filled beach

poem of the day August 20

The size  

of Joe Pie

was over my eye

The wild flower meadow

was a huge jungle

Six foot golden rod

Seven foot aster

Nothing was faster

then the wind

swaying over

the waist deep meadow grass

that framed the power

of the large flower

Hour after hour

poem of the day August 19

Ode to the spider

in the barn

who weaves her web

full of harm

Still I feel so bad

I have to break

the  threads that

hold her fragile cake

I often wonder

how the bugs

would taste

if I had not ripped her

web in haste

poem of the day August 18

Water down

dilute the truth

Water up

concentrate delusion

To figure out

the in and out

of this wet breath

One has to ride 

the river boat

over rapids

filled with  

swimming egos

that are all part

of the rolling river cruise

poem of the day August 17


I am trying to write a poem

but having little luck

All I am doing

is watching my dog

struggling in the middle

of one big itch 

Over and Over 

she tries try to quell the 

internal burning fire

Doesn't Daisy Dog know? 

Once is too much

and a thousand

times is not enough

Woof, woof, woof

Oh no!

She has rubbed against me

I think  I am catching her itch

poem of the day August 16

Wings are useful

for lives in the sky

But dreams are safer

cause inside you fly

And when the stars

align with moods

then perfection

has no words

A double rainbow

on the go

The way you like them

firestar I know

poem of the day August 15

A tree full of peaches

in the hot august sun

is a wonderful thing

to feast my eyes upon

Ripe juicy treats

hanging freely

on a giving tree

Peach happy

full leaved beauty 

enjoying a summer day

in a kinda wide eyed 

fruit covered way

poem of the day August 14


When the life line

is baited

with tempting

treats

wrapped around

some shiny hook

the every fish

swim around

like virgin

butterflies

Innocent

until proven

guilty by strikes

of their own desire

poem of the day August 13


A drop a day

Everyday

of kind

gentle self

persistence

will eventual

wear all your

worries away

poem of the day August 12

A bird with no wings

has a hard time flying

into a long sunset

Yet it is 

possible

if one believes

in true love

poem of the day August 11


Before and after

were arguing

twin sides of delusion

“Memories are better”

“Anticipation is better”

“No, No, No

you are wrong”

Both said as they

straddled the Present

who was the only one

living the road

poem of the day August 10


What makes for a tick?

What makes for a tock?

is it as simple as a grandfather clock?

Does time have to travel

to the ends of the earth

for all souls to have 

a death and a birth

Or is there something special

we all have inside

that beats every second

and keeps us alive?

poem of the day August 9

Tied to the rail road tracks

another soul is

struggling 

in sight of the train

Breaking free

the soul rolls to the left

But the train follows

Off the track

Down the hill

The soul feels

the press of the engine

Then the voice

a red haired woman and a man

Maybe a ghost

call out

“You will

come back as a

second or third rate home builder”

Not the rebirth

the soul was expecting

in the life of dreams

poem of the day August 8

Traffic did not

exist before cars

Yet is a burden to man

The main cause

of road rage

Rubber necking

a perfect word

for the insane highway

So able to

turn a three hour drive

into a six hour journey

to hell

I wonder if the machines

will feel this way

when stuck in

traffic while

driving their driver-less cars?

poem of the day August 7


The round planet

holds a sea 

of imagination

Some black good

Some white evil

All stored in

the circles of man

Love

Hate

both ends of

a long line that

left the garden

with the wrong gold

poem of the day August 6

When I enter into caves 

I think of waves

Underground passages

that lead to the

under belly world

Where one has

to navigate

dark dreams hiding 

inside the deep

crevasses of

their minds

poem of the day August 5


The tension of the spring

depends on the direction

of the wind 

Coil up

Coil down

The moment winds

tight into life

Clockwise 

Counter clockwise

Future

Past

Struggles of life

in the spiral glass

poem of the day August 4

The sunrise has

to think 

of the light

as it 

emerges out

of the night

Otherwise

it will be

left parked 

in the dark

poem of the day August 3


We are those things

we want to be

Our life is to find them

hiding under 

layers of uncertainty

that cover 

each heart of flowers

with nothing

but an empty wind

of our own making

poem of the day August 2


Love you

Love me

Love gathered

under the altar tree

Hand made

Man made

Ritual birds

fly over lives

on special days

The dragon circle

winds through

generations

of old

young hugs

Lights 

Music

Camera

The moon rises

within the love dance

All hands

All friends gather

at the joyful rise of marriage 

poem of the day August 1

So much anticipation

Wedding

Hope 

Love

All families

together

For better

For worse

regardless of thirst

All I have to say

is enjoy the day