poem of the day January 31


The past

opens the future

The bubble

breaks with

the pressure

of dreams

When piercing the egg

the only difference

is the stubborn hardness

of individual souls

poem of the day January 30


light has no form

not even a true color

It is hard to touch

impossible to hold

yet it makes life

sparkle even in

the darkest of places

poem of the day January 29


"The smells 

of the 18th century 

are disappearing "

Shouted Paul Revere 

as he raced over the 

plastic road 

chased by

foul smelling drones

that had come from

the hateful sea of new humanity

poem of the day January 28


The dogs have

eaten Barbie

I do not

know what to do

I had left her

on the counter

for just a minute

or two

but now she is tattered

and scattered

across the floor

The dogs have made

Barbie a doll no more

And all I can think off

as I sit here in Zen

is when to tell Ken

poem of the day January 27


Every time I drive by

The old lady

is in her robe

Out on the porch

in all kinds

of weather

Spring summer

winter and fall

Smoking as if

her life depended on it

I have watched her 

for many years

and although I have

never met her

I understand

the perseverance 

of her addiction

poem of the day January 26


An oyster

out of water

is mostly

out of luck

especially

one already

iced on the

half shell

where even

a pretty pearl

can't save

it from

a mouth full

of fate

poem of the day January 25


How many jars

of Atlantic Ocean

are in the Pacific?

I know I have brought

a glass or two

out west and

set them  free

I often wonder

what their lives

are like

floating around

in another's sea

poem of the day January 24


Long lines had formed

and waited with anticipation

for the river

to flow in  the wrong direction

The red tail hawk was chased

by a thousand crows

armed with foul ideas

full of passive desire

Both were spun from the same cloth

of wandering sheep

lost in the meadow

searching for truth

in the snow white lie

poem of the day January 23


When long refrains

are sung 

inside of

familiar vessels

Understanding

does not need

to be spoken

or even whispered

cause the connection

is so heart felt

even from distances 

so many souls away

poem of the day January 22


People stay

at the inn 

when they go out

People sit down

when they fly up

The road comes

and goes

The rooms at the inn

stay busy

with travelers

The myth

of up down

in out

are parts of the never moving wall

The one built by breath 

Inhaling

nowhere

Exhaling

somewhere

poem of the day January 21


How fragile

the complex art

of winter on the side

of the road

On any frozen day

sculptures come

and go 

Masters of nature

line the sides

Born without an artist

Born without an ego

Living and dying

with each passing

of the plow

poem of the day January 20


There is a sound

for every season

Even in the silent solitude

of deep winter

I am serenaded by

the symphony

of wind

blowing over

frozen January

ice:

Cold da da cold

poem of the day January 19


"A certain smile

is worth many miles"

said the cat with

the knowing like grin

"You just sit in the tree 

content as you see 

and wait for all things

that will be"

poem of the day January 18


one has

two does

three thinks

four decides

five rides

six squirms

seven burns

eight rakes

nine takes

and then 

there is ten

a friend

to The ENd

poem of the day January 17


The steps were level

No up

No down

The same

foot over foot direction

for all 

The only struggle

Feet inside 

of walking shoes

poem of the day January 16


Another day

in January

light snow

on winter berries

The dance

of cat

well below

The stream

in midnight

reflects

beneath

the icy frost

Deep inside

the maple sap

Spring content

until the tap

A wise tree watches

in a blanket of bark

January in the park

poem of the day January 15


So here we are

going in

reverse

Backward

from where

we want to be

Who is to blame?

Easy

Ourselves

Our own self

destruction

goes

up

down

The huge

battle

clouded by

familiar cigarette  smoke 

Curling in

the same familiar stale air

Moving down

to Silvertown

Where poets

sleeping with Mozart

just hope

he sticks

the program

instead of them

poem of the day January 14


On the walk

that never

travels very far

we all journey

the same path

locked within

familiar thoughts that

come and go

like sun and rain

again again

in the old refrain

poem of the day January 13


What covers the world

covers my soul

Over good

Over bad

Not stopping

Not resting

Always moving

between memories

and dreams

Encompassing all 

Somewhere within

my two worlds

sitting on either side

of the never ending rainbow

poem of the day January 12


Along the mountain ridge

I hear there are

trails that can 

lead to heaven

because the peaks

reach into places

where no sane mortal

can travel

poem of the day January 11


I watch you dream

your fluttering eyes

so very clear

Are you far

Are you near

Are you  hero

Are you thief

Are you on familiar ground

perhaps some river

or house

greeting future lives

Your breath is 

the tide you ride

I watch

your eyes still fluttering

very fast

then stillness come

as the moment is past

poem of the day January 10


Who decided

What was good?

What was bad?

Some critic?

Some bigot?

Some politically correct

erection?

An attitude?

The strollers were all

lined up

watching

the sea

Each wave

Full points of view

parade on the same shore line

Again and again

Emotional tides

separate the circle

into good bad

love hate

The in

The out

Cold water

trout

I heard from

one of the baby junkies

sleeping in the carriage 

Life is controlled by the 

flow of addicted thoughts

from without

but mostly

from within

poem of the day January 9


Worn can

be used

burnt out

run down

tired and

threadbare

Worn can 

be familiar

comfortable

lived in

known and 

memorable

It all depends

on how life is

worn while walking

the well worn path

poem of the day January 8


The house was cut

in a tidy coat

Window belts

on the southern side

Thick walls draped

in insulation

An array of panels

blanket the metal roof

watching a windmill twirl

in sparkling delight

All just the latest fashion

of the well dressed home

Poem of the day January 7


There are fish 

that swim in rivers

There are fish

that swim in seas

There are fish 

inside of fountains 

that drink up all disease

but the biggest

fish that swim

are greedy sharks of men

who steal with

smiles on their face

and swim

with golden pens

poem of the day December 22 to January 6

December 22

Laughter seeped

out of the fun house

like sublime slime

covering all sadness

with grins are far as

the great divide

One light at a time

was all that was needed

December 23

Palm trees in the courtyard

looking out over mountain

peaks clad in fog

red tinge to the sky

somewhere near LA

very surreal tropical sentries

over looking the eerie 

early morning dawn

A very beautiful combination

of nature and the smog of man

December 24

sex with women

sex with men

sex with insects

sex with friends

sex with rivers

sex with seas

sex with robots

sex with peas

sex with Santa

sex with trees

sex with Adam

Happy Xmas rated eve

December 25

Candy cane lane

was insane

I am sitting here in the dark

aware the light

has returned 

with a big bright moon

I feel like

telling everybody

I love them

wishing all my friends

Joy of the moment

Joy of the present

and remember

the best give gift

is a warm long hug

to make one

happy and snug

December 26

The full moon

had so much light

It was a beacon

in the night 

A sign for weary 

space travelers

to be careful

There was danger

on the rock below

December 27

The wind chill

comes over hills

down valleys

into large

minds full

of old thoughts

So many guns

dance till midnight

then the bullets fly

in that wind chill

that mind still

no way out 

without a plan

impossible they say

unless the great plan

does not

include the wind of man

December 28

watching waves

so fleeting

they come

one after another

rolling like a magic carpet

unconcerned 

as they break back

into the primordial water

just inches from the shore

December 29

Fishing for dreams

in the night sky

somewhere between

up and down

open and close

Throwing back

small ones

while waiting

for the big one

All of a sudden

the rod stiffens

The big dream is on

the hook 

thrashing like

a giant dripping star

Colors twinkling

deeper and deeper

into the human soul

but just as the

dream is about

to unfold

Sleep comes

rushing in

with the tide

leaving no trace

but the haze

of morning fog

December 30

I almost stepped

on the fresh green broken coke bottle

Sharp glistening shards

standing out like daggers 

fighting their first tide

Further down the beach

I came upon weathered pieces 

of  green glass

sparkling in the sand

Coke bottles gemstones

The ugly waste of man

transformed by water and sand

December 31

Last day of the year

lingers the old

Past habits worn

too tight make

change impossible 

for those struggling to breath

The new resolution waits 

with the eve of hope

on the other side

already blocked by familiar hands

that will drag will 

back inside the old ring

Hell wrapped in pleasure

is exquisite

but only for the moment

then the circle tightens

like a noose

giving only the moment

of the New Year

to break lifetimes chains

holding back wished for change

January 1

Selling sin

at the crossing

only a few yards

away from God

Just wondering

if God knows

of these trappings

or do the sinners

sneak by disguised

as other Gods?

January 2

Recipe for 

Fresh New Year 

One pat hope

Two hugs

Some wind

Three table spoons imagination

Dash of determination

Liberal helping of luck

Bake for 365 days at fate

DON'T over cook

or Fresh New Year will burn

January 3

There were

so many people

sitting on the fence

that it finally broke

In the ensuing panic

all were forced

to swim to the nearest shore

without time to think of

anything but survival

It was only later

that many realized they

had swum to the wrong side

January 4

Just the matter

of an inch

is the difference

between a room

full of love and

a room full of hate

At least that is what

I was told

by the gypsy

as he poured a

fake driveway

on the way

to delivering

hot chocolate

on a cold day

with the  wish

of the dying sun

January 5

Everybody was

at the drinking hole

the good

the bad

the tan

the white

the purple

the painted

the happy

the sad

the angry

the hate-full

the love-full

the over-full

the under-full

the pretty

the ugly

the abuser

the abused

the Muslim

the Jew

the Christian

the Buddhist

just every kind

of humanity

imaginable

walking side by side

in Disneyland

Makes me wonder

how can a fake

place make

all get along

when God can not?

January 6

Plaster covered war

wrapped in thick skins

of patriotism

blown out of

nationalistic

nozzles 

spit many flavors of

ignorance

faster

then a

speeding bullet

smothering

what is left

of the rational wall