poem of the day May 31


The last day of May

Spring is about

to enter another phase

Into the joys of June

moving toward summer haze

So fleeting this time

of year

Each leaf outside

brings growing change

to the range

"So strange

the idea of time"

said the flower to the vine

poem of the day May 30


The old synagogue

came alive with love

The bride and groom stood

in the scared garden

basking with golden dreams

surrounded by family

and friends as their

eyes looked deep

into each other's soul

The old synagogue smiled

happy to be once again

filled with the beauty of eternal love

poem of the day May 29


The light shines

that is all

How I stand

in the light

is up to me

We are forever

riding the divine seesaw

Absorb or Reflect

that is the breath

of free light 

as it shines on thee

poem of the day May 28


A floor

A ceiling

The boundaries

of come and go

of home and house

within a room

built by those

who live in

the middle

of the huddle

Two four six eight 

HIKE!

embrace the moment

before it's too late

poem of the day May 27


What happens in the future

when we are driving through space?

With so many universes to choose from

will we be able to decide our fate

or will we be lost in space jams

full of dragon flames

clinging to  maps buried in layers of gravity

driven by driver-less space ships

who decide our future one capsule at a time

But most important 

while enjoying the sunrise of never ending stars

Will there be space stations

where one can grab some local ethnic alien fair

that is out of this world

poem of the day May 26


The owl calls

at early dawn

Who to Who to Who to Be

it chants like a mantra

able to see in the darkness

able to see in all degrees

Sitting on a perch

in the wilderness

atop a maple tree

the Owl calls once again

Who to Who to Who to Be

poem of the day May 25


The grass has grown

over the imperfections

that dot the meadow

The deer don't care

Nor the bees

who eat flowers

and sweet wild dreams

sprung from the beautiful

deep field of green

Only I with my mind

lost in the ethereal sky

Atop my tractor 

riding the waves

cringe at the sound

when rocks hit

my blades

poem of the day May 24


Dinosaurs eat

Pigeons fly

Rats walk

Ants work

Flies buzz

Dogs bark

Men invent 

Machines wait

While God watches 

with a Rolex

timed with 

nothing but

change

poem of the day May 23


Climbing the highest mountain

is a fools quest

for the over driven

for the extreme horses

running from nothing

toward nothing

while trying to prove something

to a dangerous nature 

that knows everything

just ask Mt Everest

who eats those driven like candy

poem of the day May 21


How many times

to sit in your chair

discussing the familiar

the cushion folding to your folds

Each and every moment 

like water 

A day

A night 

wearing your groove

Until the old couch

becomes too worn

from sitting your life away

poem of the day May 20


If only the statue in the window

could turn and face the sun

Someone long ago placed 

the praying nun

with her back toward the light

For years she watched the dark room

where she was stared at

admired

but mostly ignored

by the faithful

as they looked out the window

to the sun rise

so close but far away

from the face that always prays

poem of the day May 19


Looks like green

the leaves and grass growing

the brown garden disappearing

into rows of sprouts

jumping toward the sun

The birds of morning

open the day

with their pretty calling

Me and my dog

are drinking coffee 

on the picnic table

surrounded by green

within our own dream

poem of the day May 18


Everybody was in the boat

going round and round

and round the moat

The flag was flung

hung on the rung

searching for 

the chosen one

The castle ride

was far inside

waiting for the change of tide

The anchor had seen better days

within the fold of purple maze

Don't think of God when in the boat

Think of life and how to float

poem of the day May 17


yellow green

is the color

of the run of the maples

as they dash down

New England towns

unfurling their sweet flags

to all and any

with thoughts of spring 

in their minds of many

poem of the day May 16


a stumble is not a fall

a stumble is a fall

a maybe is not a no

a maybe is a no

it all depends on what

obstacles are in the way

of each and everyday

How high or low the seesaw goes

begins on how one carries the load

poem of the day May 15


What's in a mind

besides a point of view?

Is the game

still the same? 

Good and Evil heroes 

of the soul

battling for the whole?

Is there light  dark?

Is there dark  light?

Is there right wrong

Is there wrong right?

Remember God cares where the wind blows

only when wearing cloths

poem of the day May 14

It is a long time from a star 

to a planet from afar 

Just ask Mona Lisa who lives in Paris

while her lover slip slides away 

Two Grosbeaks at the  feeder

wore red chests to the theater

but neither could help Mona Lisa get her way

poem of the day May 13


A thousand foot steps

over and over

on the same virgin grass

Each step like water

wearing away a path

to a somewhere

that was once

just a meadow in

the wilderness of nowhere

poem of the day May 12


There's the old point of view

somewhere inside

Building up pressure

with the same pattern

for the same door

that opens 

to the same place

no matter the face

Remember it is

only you who

brings your lava

to the zoo

poem of the day May 11


How  quick a meadow

becomes a forest

I am walking New England fields

watching poplar and pine

emerge in the blink of an eye

covering the toil of generations

until the only reminders left

are the stone walls

still marked by the sweat of man

poem of the day


Mercury looked so tiny

as a shadow across the sun

reminding me of a fly on the moon

lost in thought

Trying to decide

whether to be retrograde 

or whether to be not

poem of the day May 9


When does a seed 

become a plant?

I could not say as I watched

my garden day after day

until finally the peas broke ground

Somewhere over a rainbow

near the edge of magic

poem of the day May 8


I'm a human being

Your a human being

We are both in the realm of being

seeing

peeing

fleeing

in the same universe

distinguished

into individuals

only by the faults of our emotions

Time to understand the train

as it leaves the brain

poem of the day May 7


It is my grandmother's birthday today

I barely remember her

She died when I was three

My only memory of her

is a fleeting  moment

I relive from the picture she holds me in

Ada May taught school on the lower east side

for over 57 years

and walked to the train

in the rough streets

unafraid with safe passage

granted by hoodlums 

earned one book at a time

She loved spring full of flowers

and afternoon tea

Her only grandson was me

poem of the day May 6


Three deer

Two squirrels

Four turkeys

One hawk on the wire

A salamander under the log

A fox in the field

Five frogs in the pond

Robins with worms

And a big Raccoon walking the road

Just another day in the country 

looking for monkeys 

All before the rooster

drinks tea with the crows

poem of the day May 5


Drizzle for another day

sets the sky alive with grey

I see the buds on the maple tree

opening in the dull fog 

over by the pond of frogs

and I remember their

call on the night before

Color is within the hue

the lens of morning 

life and you

the poem of the day May 4


The journey toward well being

does not involve any travel

No golden train to Emerald City

Only the song inside 

to guide the soul through paths

lined with familiar hell

The five sounds are needed

to clear the junk of lifetimes

in order find the well of a being

poem of the day May 3


"Krow, Krow, Krow"

the crows squawked to the lazy

as they flew over the junk

filled farm full of generations

By one of the composting cars

a group of humans huddled

around some wonder bread

scratching lottery tickets

"Shut up your crows." They all shouted

"Can't you see we're working

poem of the day May 2


"I'll trade you

a lucky penny

for a four leaf clover"

Wish shouted to Hope

as their out of control train 

raced down the mountain

toward its own destiny

poem of the day May 1


Still morning

First of May

No wind

Everything is silent

The birds

The bees

The trees

Even the dogs

Easy to quiet the mind

to find some peace

in this Sunday time