poem of the day March 31


"What thought have you"

Shakespeare spewed 

in some verse that

was not new

"Be it not

Be it so

Be your thought

before you go"

poem of the day March 30


Seaweed Man

with a hula hoop

out there doing

mindless loops

He did not know

where he would be

without the current

of the sea

poem of the day March 29


I see my first daffodil

sitting still on Bambi's hill

as early light begins its bloom

emerging from Winter's tomb

A bit of sunshine on early brown

I follow the daffodils into town

where more buds begin to swell

begin to stir their inner well

This early Spring is very rare

soon the Daffodils 

will be everywhere

poem of the day March 28


A rolling stone

turns into

a boulder

by the burdens

placed on

the struggle

of daily bread

where the old

dough sticks

like a snowball

moving inside

the rock hard

reality of life

poem of the day March 27


It was all over the internet 

Dogs can't think

But then I asked

my Dog

She wagged her tail

before barking

"It's all just a typo

my silly best friend

Don't you know

you can't believe

anything you read

on the internet

The original text

before it went viral was

Gods can't think

poem of the day March 26


When the light

fails to shine

on the room of

the chosen

The crowds will gather

around the lost universe

holding a choice

born of nothing but

the perception of 

sanity

A state of mind

often confused for

the wave walking

to the table

I follow them all

in my locked canoe

Thrilled by the

pressure of the moment

Where good and bad

are forgotten drummers

lost within the beat

of the angry mob

poem of the day March 25


The Trivia Master

knows all sorts

of meaningless facts

All manners of the obscure 

Is able to impress the impressionable 

but when it comes

to the common sense

of living the present

The Trivia Master

with a mind

full of mindless clutter

is mostly unable to recall

anything useful

in how to live

the daily life

poem of the day March 24


I hear that

sometimes

clouds can

come out of the fog

as clear as

polished glass

Making it easy

to see through

dark walls of your

own making

poem of the day March 23


Someone had

put a mask

over a mask

over a mask

and never took any off 

So many days of hiding

the original face

from itself

made it impossible

to tell which bell

was from heaven

which bell was from hell

poem of the day March 22


They want robots

to be smarter

then God

Cause smarter

is better then 

two dimensional hammers

that rely on humans

to keep pounding life

into all kinds of suffering

Better smarter robots

to take over the dumbing of man

Freeing us to think

of nothing

except the vanity of our tan

poem of the day March 21


I look at

an inside plant

wondering if

it ever longs

to be outside?

I look at a tree 

outside in winter

wondering if

it ever longs to be inside?

Is it just human misery

to want to be in another sea?

Are inside out and outside in

just the thoughts of unsettled whim?

poem of the day March 20


Shadow upon table

creeping through

the window

like a cross

A crossroad moving

with each second 

as I watch

Sunday Morning

evolve into

Nothing more

Nothing less

then the Sun playing

tag in the shadow of God

poem of the day March 19


The sun on buds

on early trees

are like messengers

The first wave

of a new season

A hand clap

Fresh anticipation 

swollen with dreams

Boiling over

unconditional love

I hear the sounds

of the cardinal

watching with me

this space before spring

"Flower me up my heart of perfect joy"

poem of the day March 18


It was a miracle

the tractor started

with no voodoo ritual

No swearing

Not even a kick of the tires

Just a simple oil change

Made me think

maybe I had

become a machine whisperer

I'll know tomorrow

when it is on

to the rototiller

May the oil be

fusion instead

of delusion 

poem of the day March 17


To get the message

from the bottle

time has to

be lost at sea

Waves on the ocean

break over emotion

like water trying

to unlock

the key

Once an island 

becomes tangled

by the loss of sand

it is hard to stand

the light of the

lighthouse

without being buried 

by the pride of man

poem of the day March 16


The trees look so happy

swollen smiles

sweet with juice

each bud ready

to open burst

"Spring say spring"

I hear the branches

alive with wind

calling out to

all that sing 

"Make some time

to find your flower

within the bloom

of inner power"

poem of the day March 15


I did not have a plan

to be iron chief

until my dream

drafted me

So I winged it with the classic:

Stoned Soup

But not just everyday stone soup

I used granite from Vermont

a very special New England stone

They say the flavor

of carrot, beet, onion

works well  with the

heavy greed pallet

full of gold, silver,

copper over tones

So simple

yet will not spoil

unless one toils

with the idea 

of oil

poem of the day March 14


The patter of rain

fresh before dawn

Wet spring scents 

drift over open windows

New thoughts to old heads

still lost in small beds

poem of the day March 13


All the lamps

shining on the lost hour

never answer the final dream

The lock of the new watch

is still attached to the same door 

I call that no answer

just a lack of sleep

Between you and me

the problems are

just more esoteric

then saving light

poem of the day March 12


It happened

simply enough

the unwanted were piled

into generations

Before anyone knew

the meadow was

divided into two

making it impossible for

love worms to get

through the gate of hate

built from nothing

but discarded time

poem of the day March 11


First contact of the soul

Long forgotten dreams

lost within the big cathedral 

Now the twin towers

control the sounds

of the temple 

No more clean water

coming from the original well

All that is left

is a scarred womb

A blocked reminder

of why it is

so hard to get back

the light after

the first few steps in the hall

poem of the day March 10


Spring comes

a day at a time

Winter thoughts

laced by long

cold stillness

melt with anticipation

The new sounds

of old birds

fly over the 

landscape

like trumpets

at the gate

Warm mixes

into all 

ruby red hearts

"All aboard"

I hear the birds sing

as the world looks

east toward the bright eye 

of the warming sun

poem of the day March 9


The day was rather warm

The air was young and free

I was driving in my car 

through the winds of destiny

Then I had a flat tire

so I stopped for change

when another car went racing

by and took away my name

poem of the day March 8


Early morning

and everything

is fresh

Fresh thoughts

Fresh coffee

Fresh light 

Fresh sounds

Fresh new day

Fresh simple things

So fresh

they will keep 

my stale away

poem of the day March 7


The lost opportunities

of everyone's life

are no different for a

tree or a bee

We are only feelings

of lamenting souls

within the universe

of possible flows

poem of the day March 6


No time

for the time keeper

No time

for the sun

No time

for timing

the time

that has come

No time

for a moment

time can not last

No time

like the present

for time to time past

poem of the day March 5


The day wakes

warm on the back

of melting winter

After miles of flying

an old bird

lands in the hint of spring

Somewhere in the meadow

I hear the chirps

knocking on the

door of happiness

poem of the day March 4


Flower Bridge Inn

on the Shelburne side

a good place to stay

after a ride

Just a trolley stop

away from

the Bridge of Flowers

A short walk across

the river of power

Then on to the house

between pot holes

and barns

where a good night 

of dreams 

is part of the charm

poem of the day March 3


Boil boil boil

the maple oil

Wood  inside

the fire box

Sap on top 

Amber in the pan

Tiny golden bubbles

remind me as 

I tend the band

All those generations

from Indians

to New England farmers

Iron pots

Hollowed logs

Reverse osmosis

and pipe lines

My how we change

everything

except

the sap

Still sweet

as can be

running up

the maple tree

poem of the day March 2


Old ice

New ice

It makes no 

difference

once you've

slipped into

the hopper

All day long

I hear 

arguments

from deep

down the well

It wasn't there 

It was there

Two patches

frozen in 

the closed mind 

New and Old

afraid

to climb 

out of ice

from water time

poem of the day March 1


March

of the

Rabbit

One day one 

Another plate

from the deck

of cards

Lion and Lamb

eating ham

Daffodils

break the thawed 

tundra of last

year's winter

with the tap

of maple sap

I am watching

spring bring

hope eternal

the ring return

of the vernal