Monday, February 29, 2016

poem of the day  February 29


I remember
the hill
The one
where flying lessons
are given to wingless birds
empty of everything
except the fear
of flying
I take my place
with the featherless
Waiting my turn
until I get
to the wing
of eternal wishing
A raw place
ripped from 
the back of
falling angels

Sunday, February 28, 2016

poem of the day February 28


Is the World a stage
or is the World staged?
Does play happen
in the forest if
no one is around
to play?
I wonder if selfies
can be used for something other
then narcissistic pebbles?
Could they be saved by the addicted
and used as money?
I wish I really could fly
or be a fly
without having to worry 
about being swatted
or tagged for
my imperfections
What has the World staged World
done for World being?

Saturday, February 27, 2016

poem of the day February 27


Words
come
and go
off of
everybody's
lips
Guttural
sounds
of the
meaningless
profound
It all
hinges on the
interpretation
of the situation
Like how one stands
before the door
that lies before

Friday, February 26, 2016

poem of the day February 26


When grey
meets day
everything
looks washed out
tired
in need of
vitamins
and
tree hugs

Thursday, February 25, 2016

poem of the day February 25


On a dark night
it is sometimes
hard to see
your own light
On a light day
it is sometimes hard
to see if the dark
is hiding inside your room
I hear the harmonica
coming from the well
Contentment can be
reached by climbing
out of the pit
The trick is to have
the empty mind
at all times
focused on
the stairs

Wednesday, February 24, 2016

poem of the day February 24


perfect vision
might be
the best thing
for seeing outside
the box
but for seeing
inside the box
perfect vision
is not important 
at all

Tuesday, February 23, 2016

poem of the day February 23


The pretty onionskin marble
rolled over life
not knowing
it had a clear inside
Unable to connect
to anything but
surface time
After a game
of flea bites
the sting of
of other marbles
did not come
to rest
even
when all 
were back
in the tight lid black jar

Monday, February 22, 2016

poem of the day February 22


Moving onward
toward the light
Something happens
day and night
The mice all took 
turns eating from
the wheel
No big deal
unless 
the Moon of cheese
is really real

Sunday, February 21, 2016

poem of the day February 21


Seaweed
dances in the tide
Yielding
not trying
to tame the long waves
A rigid board
full of choices floated by
caught in the violent break water
Floundering
unable to ride
even a single stream
"Drop your anchor" the seaweed shouted
to the hopeless board being tossed
from see to sea

Saturday, February 20, 2016

poem of the day February 20


In the bank
there is some room
The turn
The safety
The long lost maybe
What the warriors
fight is sometimes wrong
Still a hero
What can you do? 
The parts
divided by stars
able to walk long lifelines into the future
I write
on a computer
far away from pen
Yet
closer to talk
but miles from think 
What forms the
formless but
ideas?
passion?
perseverance?
Say High to the
professor before you go
and don't forget to bring
your flow

Friday, February 19, 2016

poem of the day February 19


All the maples
are fast asleep
in the arms of
winter deep
All the black on snow
is just a crow
waiting on
the maple branch
Looking at a sky so gray
Full of thoughts
born yesterday
And yet the hope
branch crow dance
hidden deep inside
the song of chance
is stirring in
the great romance

Thursday, February 18, 2016

poem of the day February 18


Not so long ago
everything was new
Then the new became old
The walk of footprints
were frozen in those steps
All I could see as I dug
through time was the path
not knowing if the journey
was one of heaven or hell

Wednesday, February 17, 2016

poem of the day February 17


How ice
can turn to
into raging
water able
to seep
into warm
cozy homes
is just a
matter of
degrees
Remember
the same things 
can happen
in the steam of dreams

Tuesday, February 16, 2016

poem of the day February 16


Throughout humanity
the abyss has been
a deep dark hole
to drown in
Yet when 
I stare into
the bottomless ocean
I see
nothing but
plenty of
water to
quench
a lifetime
of thirst

Monday, February 15, 2016

poem of the day February 15


The tape measure
had no markings
making it impossible
to tell long from short
feet from inches
perfection from imperfection
which was just fine
for building the ball of life
which relies on
universal unconditional love 
instead
of the minutely marked scrutiny 
of conditional  hate

Saturday, February 13, 2016

poem of the day February 13


Along the horizon
just out of sight
only the slap
of sound
Long deep boats
of breath
exploring
the waves
Full of yesterday
Empty of tomorrow
in dreams that
belong solely 
to the soul
of the dreamer

Friday, February 12, 2016

poem of the day February 12


Long ago a light
that no one saw
The walk to grandma's house
a heart line
of generations
once remembered
around fires
dream songs
soulful canvases
where refection
was ritual cleaning
of bone marrow happiness
Then fast
moving changes
brought this inner light smile
to the surface
Cameras
attached to
insecurities
of selfish ego
trapped in
superficial
selfies
now becoming
part of the
ritual of
unhappiness

Thursday, February 11, 2016

poem of the day February 11


Power is going
to change
Soon
another
face will
take over
the race
Put on some
makeup
Dress up
The insane
came to watch
It was a great
event
inside the tent
Everybody was there
Jim Joan
Uncle Despair
The only eyes
not looking
at the stage
were naked
cheerleaders
on the make
Waiting patiently
to eat the mistake

Wednesday, February 10, 2016

poem of the day February 10


I wonder
if it was
the weight
of the world
that drove
iron will
into the ball
forming the Earth core
I wonder if 
Will knew 
that years after
the sin of
the apple
would have
a solid center
from which
to gravitate 
and thrive

Tuesday, February 9, 2016

poem of the day February 9


On the long
walk of the useless
they finally made it
to the supermarket
of excuses
Where to everyone's delight
was row after
row of roadblocks
carefully arranged
to slow the spirit of the soul
First stop was the isle
of procrastination
to pick up some
Do It Later
then on to the life
of tedious toil
for some
List Of Sperm Count Soup
The row of too busy
had too many choices
but they finally settled for
More Later
The section of fear
was full of abuse
ranging from the frozen 
I Know They'll Change
to the very hot
If Only I Had Not Said That
By the time they got
to the check out
all were exhausted
from pushing their cart full
of superficial delusion 
The Check out clerk asked
"Are you sure you have everything?"
All nodded until they got outside
where they remembered
they had not gotten
any of that
I Can't Do It
and had to rush back in 
to keep well being at bay

Monday, February 8, 2016

poem of the day February 8


Saving the Earth
is not about
saving the Earth
It is about saving
life on Earth
Earth like the Sun
does not care
what we think
or drink
If people understood
all of that
then we would
do something real
instead of passing
the hat

Sunday, February 7, 2016

poem of the day February


very still morn
blue clear grey
sky immersed 
in many dark shadows
waiting for the sun
makes me glad
I am inside
warm with
thoughts of mid
winter reflection

Saturday, February 6, 2016

poem of the day February 6


a tiny speck 
on a planet
a tiny speck planet
on a galaxy
a tiny speck galaxy 
on the universe
specks of relativity 
in the cosmic sea

Friday, February 5, 2016

poem of the day February 5


The well of being
The primordial tap
found inside each
and every soul
Is nurtured
Shaped by
each rung
of desire
Often confusing
the world
of being well
with the universe
of Well Being

Thursday, February 4, 2016

poem of the day February 4


"An open winter
is as rare
as snow in July"
the old timer
said before he died
although he died
years ago 
never saw a winter
without snow
I hope his
words were 
old folklore lies
and it does not snow 
this July

Wednesday, February 3, 2016

poem of the day February 3


The tree was
easy to climb
Branch after
branch
Up and up
the ever narrowing 
long leaves
with not a thought
in the world
Until the eyes 
look down
the fragile
fauna of
many lifetimes
Changing
a thoughtless accent 
into dangerous descent

Tuesday, February 2, 2016

poem of the day February 2


The galaxies  tumble
and I don't care
The asteroids dance
around like bears
The comets push
out into space
Oh the universe
what an amazing place

Monday, February 1, 2016

poem of the day February 1


Cause everyone 
knows someone
who marched inside the parade
the women all came flocking
when the turkeys
took the stage
and I am sitting by the fire
trying to keep
warm
inside the tent of
all repent
where the wizard
rubbed the stone