Friday, September 30, 2016

poem of the day September 30


The weather forecast
for the flea market
keeps changing
and I keep checking in
with my friend Fran
who gets a ping
on his phone
It is like a vague see-saw
Cloudy all weekend
with showers
Raining all weekend
Now a chance of rain
50 percent
80 percent
12 percent
Maybe no rain
Now back up to 70 percent
I am going insane
What a drain
I need to book a
beach in Spain

Thursday, September 29, 2016

poem of the day September 29


Cold raw 
Bone damp
The chill of
almost  frost.
Covered in wind
the cold moves
even deeper
into the marrow
In times like these
you shouldn't sneeze
I am thinking of a wood stove
to send these waves away

Wednesday, September 28, 2016

poem of the day September 28


So much effort 
is wasted on folly
The list is endless
Pretending to do
Waiting for a call
Hoping while hopping
Worrying about nothing
but what ifs
is a full time job
Meanwhile
Time does not care
what is or is not
Only the last boat matters 
when fishing in air
I better check my bait
before its too late

Tuesday, September 27, 2016

poem of the day September 27


Filling a basket
with the fruits of life
picked fresh and ripe 
from your inner garden
is a wonderful way
to spend a lifetime

Sunday, September 25, 2016

poem of the day September 25


First frost
Long johns
Cold fingers
Heats on
I am inside
feeling sorry
for my poor plants
all wilted in the garden
gone by for another year

Saturday, September 24, 2016

poem of the day September 24


Walking long 
But thinking small
the trouble is the outer wall
The ladder of the mind
is just the reflection 
Pebbles of humanity
laced with vanity
The loaded dreams  
are not perfection
If the circle does not
reach the star
My advise to all:
Walk short but think far

Friday, September 23, 2016

poem of the day September 23


A well seasoned pot
that has been handed down
from chef to chef
makes for a stew
full of loving flavors
that are not found
in newly bought pots
so shiny and round

Thursday, September 22, 2016

poem of the day September 22


Stillness
or the illusion
makes for
inner calm
just like
imagination
becomes reality
by the gift
of daily gong

Wednesday, September 21, 2016

poem of the day September 21


It was the last day of Summer
The first day of Fall
The day was kinda sunny
Sparkling like a fancy water fall
I was thinking of the cricket
and how he sings for free
I like him so much better
then the ant or honey bee
To live your life
without a care
is something to embrace
impossible to experience 
when your living in the race

Tuesday, September 20, 2016

poem of the day September 20


Blue Jays are complaining
outside my window
Wonder what their problem is?
The sun is out
Lots of bugs around
No cats in sight
Seems like much
to do about nothing
Wish they would sucked it up
be less like a human
Stop bugging me and get a life

Monday, September 19, 2016

poem of the day September 19


Drizzle dreams
wake to drizzling morning
The silence between drum beats
on the copper roof
makes mediation easy
without all the breezy

Sunday, September 18, 2016

poem of the day September 18


I bought an old fountain pen
to wonder about the life within
It was Deco lined black mother pearl
Gold tip nib with top knot swirl
No pocket clip and rather small
Very tapered and easy to hold
What kind of words came forth?
A writer's prose or a bankers draft?
A poet's art or a child's craft?
Was the person boy or girl
happy or sad
neat or messy
within their world
All I know for sure
It's a well
used pen with a mystery
that hides within

Saturday, September 17, 2016

poem of the day September 17


Wonder if our star
is part of a constellation
seen from another earth
Some planet
riding around
just a star away
Makes me thing
of time and
the milky way

Friday, September 16, 2016

poem of the day September 16


The wood pecker
streaked across
the road 
to hammer
on a waiting tree
A single mined arrow flying
right in front of me
So close
I could see his red headed
determination focused
like an atom bomb
unaware that he
had almost been killed
by the destiny of the car and me

Thursday, September 15, 2016

It was an upside down world
Fish were catching pounds of human
by the boat load
Stiff rods
baited with hooks of desire
were plentiful along the shore
There temptation broke 
like waves over glass houses
"Where am I"
shouted a soul
as the hook grabbed
deep into the flesh
plunging yet another bell
into the surf of hell

Wednesday, September 14, 2016

poem of the day September 14


The traveler
was seeking
a longer road
toward heaven
Some round-about path where
the traveler could 
indulge in all kinds 
of fun wicked sins
that were lusted after but
denied by the puritanical judges
who were waiting like lemmings
at the final gate of salvation

Tuesday, September 13, 2016

poem of the day September 13


Glass birds on a shelf
looking out the window
seem so alive
as dawn drifts
over the the farm
I am with the birds
drinking coffee
on a clear September morning
waiting for them to sing
while I ponder
the reality of things

Monday, September 12, 2016

poem of the day September 12


The sadness
felt on the anniversary
of terror
permeated 
the thoughts
of all Americans
like a boat
floating on a
melancholy river
that is still full of danger

Sunday, September 11, 2016

poem of the day September 11


A room full of hearts
Every type
Big ones
Small ones
Good ones
Bad ones
throbbing  drums of humanity
supporting all kinds of insanity
on a earth that revolves
around a sun
that has no heart beat at all

Saturday, September 10, 2016

poem of the day September 10


The poor tree
planted between
the edge of
love and hate
had to be careful
while growing 
within the blurred lines
Too much motion
would affect the emotion
Each branch 
of chance
had to expand
into black and white spaces
unable to grow free
without some karmic penalty

Friday, September 9, 2016

poem of the day September 9


So dry this year
So dry I am
going to have to water
the green grass with beer
Don't know why the rain
has stayed in Spain
Perhaps it is just our lapse
for living in the past
Another reason 
we are kept in the  trap

Thursday, September 8, 2016

poem of the day September 8


I wish I was
a milkweed seed
flying in the summer breeze
floating on the meadow air
dancing days without a care
Where I land I do not know
but there I'll wait for spring to grow

Wednesday, September 7, 2016

poem of the day September 7


The late summer grass 
next to the fence
covered the old post
with its yellow lion mane
standing out like ancient sages 
so much different then
the green mowed lawn
on either side
Made me wonder
if the blades of grass
were envoius of
each others karma

Tuesday, September 6, 2016

poem of the day September 6


What happens
in a vacuum
when the vacuum cleaner
clogs?
Does it take a space man
or a robot
to free the cosmic log?
Or is it just a matter of time 
for water washing over the vine
of a stuck mind on the  go 
that travels without an inner flow

Monday, September 5, 2016

poem of the day September 5


Not finding
the buried treasure
is the norm of life
Hoping to find buried treasure
is the abnormal
reality faced when
one does not know 
the difference
between wishing
and fishing

Sunday, September 4, 2016

poem of the day September 4


Light in the morning
Cream in my coffee
Watching the play
between yesterday
and today
Tomorrow waits in the marrow
Red cell bells
like stars in my Milky Way 
line up for sunrise
as I hold the ball
between thoughts
and stillness
brought about
by long tides of
silent time

Saturday, September 3, 2016

poem of the day September 3


The sweet zone
is an ice cream cone
full of space
between
time and motion
where melting
and freezing
are part of the reason
we are have songs
for every season

Friday, September 2, 2016

poem of the day September 2




A long walk
to nowhere
Tip-toeing on the shore
So much misunderstanding
Does not matter how many
birds fly into your courtyard
All is well in hell
but who can tell
if your hell is really your heaven
Your haven
especially while watching movies
when you are
dressed so groovy

Thursday, September 1, 2016

poem of the day September 1


I'd like to be
a cricket on
the first 
of September
basking in 
in a summer to remember
Not a care in the world
singing my heart out
to the joy of living
The hot sun feeling
good on my lazy body
knowing there
is still lots of time
to drink wine
before the snows of cold
cover my soul