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

poem of the day November 1

Something about frost

lingering on the ground

White patches on fallen leaves

make it easy to imagine

cold footsteps walking

toward winter

on this rabbit day of

November grey