poem of the day September 30


Rain failing
melting the dryness
of a strange summer
turning the dust bowl
into muddy waters
Little eyes opening
closed doors
where
wet dreams
from heaven
break off the
ledge of dawn

poem of the day September 29

Overlook the pond

and you’ll miss

cars on mars

a place so

far away that

water runs

instead of rains

and believing

might be

not be seeing

poem of the day September 28

Standing in the dawn

waiting for the train

Boxes of life

hidden for the game

Touchdown tomorrow 

only a pass away

The prefect season

is the imperfect way

poem of the day September 25

I enjoyed

my nourishment

They weren’t

purple berries

But they tasted  rather good

Rich berries full of jelly

Able to make

me laugh

Keep me smiling

while driving waters

barren of choice

yet full of mortar

to make order

poem of the day September 24

No thinking

is not the same

as thinking no

Dizzy verses Nix

is part of the flow

But the proof of

come and go

depends on

Elliot's love

of Michelangelo 

poem of the day September 23

I was riding

a dream coaster

One of those machines

Mr. Peabody invented

for Sherman

Way back when

in the land of old

Before cold

and fire

It helped me

understand

why people

disappear

Every year 

regardless

of their 

secret desire

poem of the day September 22

Do you

use your

other eye

for exploring

inner worlds?

Or does it 

live on surface

winds that

churn the

see of words

easy

to read

but hard

to understand 

poem of the day September 21


Was a cold

on the morning dawn

Almost frost

Crisp air

of god's breath

signaling change

One day 

at a time

poem of the day September 20

My Mommy

gave me

her strands

My Daddy

gave me

his hands

I mixed

them

together

to be

who I am

poem of the day September 19

Long shots

No one but

a fool 

counts on them

Yet when

one wins

most everyone

wishes they

played the fool 

poem of the day September 18

“How many posts

are in that fence?”

the stranger asked

of locals gathered around him.

Strange as it seemed

No one knew

Not even 

old timers 

who had 

driven by them

everyday for their 

whole lives

poem of the day September 17

The noble tree looked

strange floating

in the middle 

of the river

Leaves to roots

Indian in a whole suit

caught in the rapids

ripped out of its

home like a weed

A perfect frenzy

of some flash storm

born nature's fury

now man's parade 

poem of the day September 16

Sitting on the corner

is a circle on the run

chasing illusive karma

that only knows of one

The eyes of tomorrow

look back to yesterday

in early anticipation

that rises with the way

poem of the day September 15

The round lake was

filled with perfect circles

So perfect

you could not tell

if they were

coming Out

from the center

Or if they were

coming In

from the shore

I guess 

In and Out

was playing 

perfection

with the roundness

of the soul

poem of the day September 14


In the land

of always tired

Nothing is

better then

a good night's sleep

yet few of

us remember

exactly where

we have been

Only that we are

refreshed and

eager to start

the busy day

poem of the day September 13

Falling under

the bridge

Turning the grand statement

into a whisper

Now only a boat

riding the water

Not the important

parade of delusion

ego was imagining

when it tripped

over time

poem of the day September 12

I stood south west

waiting to ride 

on the magic carpet

full of immortals

I hold time

with others

joined from the

ground to the crown

Full figure eights

in silk white dresses

are everywhere 

but only for players up

before dawn

poem of the day September 11

The other night

a small moon

broke through

the window

lighting my face

with rays

from outer space

The rest of the sky was dark

in star stillness

Made me ripe

for extraterrestrial dreams

poem of the day September 10

The golden flower

only blooms once

in a lifetime

The silver flower

does not bloom at all

So says the captain

of his vessel

just before

jumping into

dark seas

full of gold

poem of the day September 9

I keep slipping

off the chair

legs dangling over the cliff

Thank God

for the glass lake

covering the carnal inferno

raging below me

I stare into the starry night

surprised to

find myself

lost in Paris with 

nothing but

a shadow to light

the darkness

Rain in the meadow

waltzes with

replanted potatoes

as I wait

behind the long wall 

viewing the last painting

The only one 

able to end  dreams

poem of the day September 8

I bought his collection

at the flea market

It made me sad

Somewhat reflective

The collector had spent

a lifetime treasure hunting

only to have his uncaring family

sell his passion

to a dealer like me

I am watching

his objects come and go

Little gems one after another

traveling like song birds

to their new home

First bite of love is impulse

Second is a familiar face

Third is the collection obsession

Early dawn hunts only end

when the collector dies

All I can hope for is

a new face to fall in love

with one of his treasures

starting a passion that will turn into

a lifetime of happy collecting

poem of the day September 7

Three gifts

from tomorrow

is only anticipation

Three gifts

from yesterday

is only remembrance

But three gifts

in the present

is reality

to be received 

one fleeting moment at a time

poem of the day September 6

“The pick of the  

Elephant is easy”

said the carny man

to the crowd of luck seekers

who had paid plenty for the ride

“Just look for the lucky one

with the trunk up”

It was then that the seekers

realized all the elephants had trunks up

Making it hard to pick luck

from an endless field of white elephants

poem of the day September 5

Time out

Time in

So the day

begins to spin

Where we go

within this maze

depends on how

we choose to play

the game of time

One tick away

poem of the day September 4

“I got a B-“

“I got a C+”

“But which is better?”

the Samaritan asked

two souls somewhere on the road of life

“B-“ both agreed

“No” said the Samaritan

“B- means you are slipping

while C+ means

you are on the rise”

Something to think

about next time

you are hiking

the universal grade

poem of the day September 3

A hill

is only 

a hill

The struggle

or 

lack of struggle

depends on the direction

one takes

Remember

Up 

and

Down

is the face

of a clown

Painted 

smile

to

frown

poem of the day September 2


Summer day 

in September

is a fine thing to

think about as

the sun rises

over the still

green landscape

of a New England farm

poem of the day September 1

Oh I am hungry

I want four of those

I want six of them

Make me a pie

I will eat it all

Hell to the diet

To diet should be a sin

Yet we watch

the parade of bodies too thin

that make us

want to be them

But I think it is just 

like the drinking age

When it was eighteen

instead of twenty-one

many a fifteen year old

got drunk at the bar

sipping on anorexic gin