poem of the day December 31


Around the world

in 365 days

A line of time

within our  minds

endings

beginnings

a circle of dancers

atop a  moving stage

sins, emotion, tonic lotions

a stream of humans

floating on dreams

past future

separated by the 

mountain peak of 

of fresh hope

erupting like a volcano

from the fleeting present

of another year

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!

poem of the day December 30


Fire in snow

the whole clan

gathered around

the blizzard

Babies, kids and grands

a twenty-first century

bonfire in a hemlock grove

where snow falls

white onto the eternal

flame of light

poem of the day December 29


The calm 

not so calm

The silent landscape

full of anticipation

as I look out

on the grey

windless meadow

Soon the emerging might

of a Northeaster

will take over the light

I can't wait to play

in the magic

of a winter storm

in my house
full of home

poem of the day December 28


Wisdom

and Luck

were driving

their truck full

of the future

Along for

the ride was Pride

and his bride 

When they came

to the bridge

It was very run down

Wisdom wanted

to turn time around

but Pride said go on

It was then up to Luck

who had to choose for the truck

poem of the day December 27


The days seem to

move faster

as the New Year approaches

I wonder if it is 

the strong dark

cradling the weak light

breeding unsettled anticipation

of something old ending

something new beginning

And not wanting to be trapped 

in the slack tide of limbo

where the reflection of spaces

float on uncharted seas

full of change

poem of the day December 26


I heard it say

a branch

on a tree

in winter

is the perfect

reflection

of simple

cold solitude

No leaves

or the heat

they bring

get in the way

So why am I

wishing for spring?

poem of the day December 25


5AM and the giving trees in

the middle of many rooms

are decorated with excitement

lights, ornaments, tinsel

Underneath presents 

cover the floor in anticipation

IS truly the Eve of the prefect storm

MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL

AND TO ALL A GOOD LIFE!

poem of the day December 24


Between the foot

and the footprint

are the steps we take

Each and every one 

part of the journey

Some small 

Some large

Some along familiar trails

Some blazed into the wilderness

Sometimes the steps are crowded

with many fellow travelers

Other times the steps are alone 

walking on a lonely road

I have heard the

trick to good stepping

is to click your 

feet together

and allow yourself fly

poem of the day December 23


Yin and Yang

were playing 

ping pong

in the garden

near the courtyard

of nothingness

which was full

of the unrest of blessed

Father Sage was

with Mother Time

watching the match

while drinking wine

I was the ball of life

bouncing on the hard plane

back and forth throughout the game

And when it was over

And all were at rest

It was then I realized

I was the one they

came to test

poem of the day December 22


Arriving and Departing

At the airport

Watching families

while I wait for mine

Faces of humanity

The Departing

sad and solemn

The Arriving

joyous and happy

All in the same building

under the same roof

reminding me of my human body

How happy and sad

are in the same temple

separated by nothing

more then the emotions

of coming and going

poem of the day December 21


In the quest

of a perfect present

I drove many miles

over many hours

I felt like I was on

the American trail

A holiday traveler

lost in the Xmas wilderness

Darting through

wild cars as

I went from

mall to mall

Where each and

every store was

trying to part

me and my money

I was so overwhelmed

that I came home with nothing

but the need 

for a well deserved Martini!

CHEERS!

poem of the day December 20


When the World was flat

it was easy to push man off the edge

but as the World became round

Man began to turn into anger

until there was so much war

that the World became an open sore

poem of the day


After a drive through 

a covered bridge

I feel a little bit

old fashion

I am stepped back

into old New England

to a simpler world

where food was made

from natural ingredients

and the screen was

something used

to filter  butter and maple syrup

I am lost enjoying the past 

until my smart phone rings

poem of the day December 18


"Sometimes the dance

can lead to romance"

Casanova said to

Olive as he looked

her in the eye

Popeye  was in the corner

eating spinach pie

The band began to play

an ordinary tune

that didn't seem

so sensual to

others in the room

But there in the center

of the lust infested stage

Casanova let his fingers

enter Olive's jet black maze

and just as she kissed him

something flew into the air

It was the last romance 

either was to dance 

because Popeye 

threw the chair

poem of the day December 17


All have heard of

the light in the wilderness

The safe beacon in

the world full of wild

An oasis of humanity

that grows a hopeful vine

until all is tamed

Then the pendulum swings

back into the dark of day

where black thoughts eat

the hope of light with

crude wild emotions 

until the wilderness

of discontentment 

once again puts out the light

I heard God say

"Do not get lost in it

It is only the cycle

Just another battle in the lives

of good and evil"

poem of the day December 16


The car looks

so cold out there

frozen in winter sin

Made me think about ice

and mice and men

How fluid thoughts

emerge like hot

vapors from the well

and how those thoughts

flowing in rivers

sometimes become 

locked in the

dark abyss of frozen lives 

stuck driving cold cars

full of snow

poem of the day December 15


The moon was big

The air was cold

The trees swayed

like they were freezing

I am in my car

with the heat on

driving down

the old silk road

enjoying the stark

moonlight solitude 

of a full sun refection

as seen through

the prism of a starry winter night

poem of the day October 14


The orange peal

looked so out of place

sitting there atop the snow bank

Bright orange

on a mountain of white

I was wondering what

kind of monkey

put it there

when a blue jay

come down for

a closer inspection

took a peck

and flew it away

poem of the day December 13


I am sad

as I remember

the all star Ad man

New York City

through and through

From his love of salty bagels

to Long Island blue fish

A lox spread on Sundays

right before a game

Where he arranged for the bill board

to shine with grand kids names

He was a master at getting a ticket

to events that were all sold out

like the seat for his daughter

to see the Beatles in 1966

On his 80th birthday

he said to me

"My greatest fear was

to die a young man

and now I will die

an old man"

A very old man at 93

He loved being an Ad man

his family, Israel 

the New York Mets

and world class cruising

The last time I saw him

I asked him what he 

was thinking about in

the ebb and flow

He said

" I want one more big Ad deal

before I go"

Rest In Peace

Robert Myron Miller

poem of the day December 12


I have been

watching the trailer

to the craziest movie ever

THE DIRTY RICH

A comedy thriller

based on the Dirty Dozen

About a band 

of arrogant  lawless

greedy businessmen

that have left their

selfish ways and are now out 

to save the middle class

from corrupt people like themselves

Have any of you seen it?

If not it opens in all 50 States 

Early 2017 

poem of the day December 11


In every situation

there are things one leaves behind

There are doors that never open

cause the hinges do not rhyme

There are standards written in motion

that never move an inch

The winter creeps like ivy

as we all embrace the grinch

There is time before the new year

to think about the old

the ones that came before us 

who lived within our halls 

poem of the day December 10


"Summer has been lost"

I tell my dreams

huddled by the woodstove

both of us warm 

I am watching the sunrise

but all I see

is the chill waiting outside

I start to dress for winter's road

Long johns on to start the day

The temperture still a cold 18

enough to freeze my chili beans

poem of the day December 9

It was a typical night

Everybody brought

a bit of themselves

to the party

I arrived late

with my laziness

By the time 

I got there

Anxious had

already left

I went up to Shallow

who was talking

about the weather

until Long Winded

came over with

his wife Bored

and took over the conversation

Looking around

I noticed Anger

at the bar with Depression

mixing up a drink

for Addicted

Over in the corner Flirty

was making out with Desire

It was then I spotted

Fear and Loathing

Hanging around

the host Narcissist

who was too busy

hugging himself to notice

poem of the day December 8


After traveling

for years and

ending up in

the same old space

One has to wonder

what change had

taken place?

poem of the day December 7


The white of snow

on a naked branch

The stark beauty

of lonely solitude

The reflection of thought

My thought 

Your thought

Branches of the same tree

Our trunk of time 

Limited only by

the frozen wood

covered by the snow

in each of us 

poem of the day December 6


Spaces

in space

I have on my

space suit

all buttoned up

with the idea me

Traveling

on the highway

with the masses

full of the many ideas of you

A different change

of clothes

for every women and man

as we walk together

as part of the grand

poem of the day December 5


All the cells

of me and you

change every

seven years

into something

completely new

It is only our points

of view that

remain inside to

stew and stew

poem of the day December 4



The dogs

have gone

on a munch out

Their new favorite food

is microwave popcorn

Three boxes are now

spread out over the

floor like a carpet

Fire cracker popcorn

who would have guessed

it would be such 

a gastronomical delight  

Of course the munch out

did not end there

Among the remnants of

crackers and peanuts were 

energy power bar wrappers

at two bucks a bite

littered over

the popcorn like

Christmas decorations

on Candy Cane lane

I am just glad they left

my half unfinished glass

of wine for me to find

just in time

poem of the day December 3


I keep a dream

inside my chest

and bring it out

while I'm at rest

A wink of an eye

A faded rose

The smell of

everything

turning into something

The air holds more

oxygen then wind

I see myself

surrounded by help

and I like the way

the dreams begins 

the love of friends

I breath them in

poem of the day December 2


Sun Mingling

with  grey fog

makes red sky

The blanket

of beauty

creeps over

the east ridge

full of emotion

that drifts down

into the hearts

of humans needing

some Divine love

to start the day

poem of the day December 1


The first of December

I am trying to remember

the daffodils of last spring

How beautiful they were

like a sun drop snow flake 

I bring that memory

as we all step onto winter's boat

headed to the north pole

I will keep the flower thought alive

in my heart to warm

the cold solitude of reflections

that pop up in the deep dark

poem of the day November 30


Before when everyone

was family

hate stayed

in the wilderness

living under

volcanoes

or atop the clouds

The lightening

and lava brought

resolve

Strengthening the

bond of survival

formed by the glue of love

Now that the screen

interferes with the dream

Form turned into angry teams

Giving hate a new open window

in which to pick

off the weak

All I can say

is give love a seat

poem of the day November 29


Sitting by the wood stove

Not thinking about much

just sipping on some Joe

No one is up

not even the dogs

A thought crosses my mind

I let it go

The warm of the wood

embraces me

with contentment

Not love

or desire

Just a blissful calm

as I sit still

watching the stove 

that has been fed

with simple wood

like mine

for generations

to feed the mortal

flame of eternity peace

poem of the day November 28


Snow white

Emerald green

Sapphire blue

Ruby red

Golden yellow

A nice stew

of colors

inside of me

inside of you

Something

I think about

when making sounds

into the light

See ya at 

the internal sunrise

in a changing few

poem of the day November 27


Too many cameras

are in the doorway

of the dreams we plant 

inside our minds

A thin ridge of another life

The give and take of

every mistake

Every stride

The hand me down

The town 

Nirvana 

thinking about

when the opening

appeared too soon

on the vision

that was clocked

at noon

Around the corner

of those drifting years

Older

Older each day

I for one 

still bend my hips

to unlock the blocks

that make you slip

I feel like a turtle dove

who danced atop the highest beam

Where the eyes are open wide

Where the world begins the tide

The emptiness you have inside

shines with me 

on all bridges

Cause we are the whims

of each other's sins

buried in humanity

Trying to eat

the running beast 

before time gives

up a musical seat

poem of the day November 26


I can always

count on the dogs

to do something

to cause me emotion

inside the commotion

like run away

like trash the day

like eat the plant

like bark at the ant

like sniff the location 

like lick the unmentioned

but most of all I can

count on the dogs

to always like me

poem of the day November 25


Sometimes

one can go 

so deep

into the journey

of a belief

So deep

with single minded 

concentrated effort

of unshakable faith

Expending so much energy

in the belief 

until one finally breaks through

to the other side

where the root

of the superficial

once again

becomes entangled 

with the shallow delusion

of the floating mind 

The boat of self 

poem of the day  November 24



The smells

of a kitchen

are enriching

the lives of

all Americans

on this Thanksgiving Day

Except for the Indians

who are being served

tear gas by generations

of greed 

The same faces

that landed all those

years ago

to be free of tyranny 

Please remember

for a moment

this hypocrisy

while eating the turkey

poem of the day November 23


A lone reminder

of a lost summer

The abandoned pot

by the back door

full of snow

The last lingering

green of a flower

that has bloomed

into wilted days

that get shorter

by the hour

poem of the day November 22


Something

about the solitude

of snow

Cold pure white

like star dust

appearing from

nothing but

a long natural recipe

handed down

from generations

of solar systems

where the only

ingredient is

water of a

certain degree

poem of the day November 20


Very white

second snow

fell last night

in a pretty row

A cold blanket

covering everything

From rusting love

to shinning sin

The winter pot

opening the book

over the meadow

Where Slow change waits

only so long

Then the tail

slips quickly into the head 

A new jacket over

yesterday's lot

Here we go

Ready or Not

poem of the day November 19


Doing and

pretending

are worlds apart

though they

live in the same

shell

All are part of the same tree

It is the difference

between failure

and success

Pretending

is a matter of vanity

springing out

of peer pressure

Out of political correctness

but a futile waste 

of un-rooted effort

Doing is from the core

deep in the bones

with conviction

Knowing when to act

is the key

Yet it always amazes me

The pretender

is mostly lauded

for their effort

While the doer is branded

as a lazy lucky crazy

poem of the day November 18


I sit still 

watching the sun 

eat the fog

Gobbling it up

one hungry mouthful

at a time

I wonder as the light 

opens the meadow

Does fog really taste

like pea soup?

poem of the day November 16


When alone

in your home

with the plight

of your strife

Are you thinking of that

or are you 

contemplating life?

And what do you do

if a friend calls?

Do you open yourself

or do you close on the wall?

Many questions

arise at the dawn

of the day

Where decisions are made

in haphazard ways

So toast the night

as it enters your room

But realize the moment 

has passed with the moon 

poem of the day November 17


I have 

been

in love 

with you

since 

early

in the sin

I know 

the snake 

was just

so fake

The apple

was in

the proper

place

It was 

mixing

yes with no

a vision

causing vertigo

Does it matter

that you

have no

name

a body

mind or

empty brain

Only mirror glass

where I look

to see

you are in love

The other

side of me

poem of the day November 15


A straight back

is like the wooden mast

of a tall ship

If properly rigged

and maintained

It is able to sail

through all 

kinds of weather

Keep it upright

and enjoy your

time in the wind

poem of the day November 14

"Why do so many beasts

race themselves

into hell

wear new shoes

made of lion leather?"

asked one of the two over grown vines

that were sunning on the beach

embracing waves of waste

as they watched the never ending beasts

jump off the cliff like lemmings

"Perhaps it has no meaning

other then the folly of death

Poison said to Ivy both content

to be nothing more then minds

of a vine

poem of the day November 13

Everyone is given one

But when to lite your candle?

Too early and the flame is gone

Too late and it sits in a drawer for another life

Too much wind and it keeps going out

the same time after time

Too much fuel and it burns very quick

till it can no longer be lit 

Sometimes it is best lighting the dark

Sometimes it is best  lighting the day

There are no rules except

Your timing depends or your

view of the play

poem of the day November 12


The drift of the morning

The tide of light

Souls on the shore

stepping out of yesterday's boat

I am there with the masses 

facing the new day

trying to wake into

the footprints of unexpected change

poem of the day November 11


A naked month

The leaves mostly gone

The grass fading brown

The gray landscape

inching  toward winter

Only the proud pines

stand out 

like sentries guarding

old hillsides

Green pitched gems 

reaching for heaven 

Tall straight shafts

with strong backs

stand in the wind

While all the others 

are down in their roots

afraid of the solitude

the pines have

learned to embrace

with grace