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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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