poem of the day November 30


Before when everyone

was family

hate stayed

in the wilderness

living under

volcanoes

or atop the clouds

The lightening

and lava brought

resolve

Strengthening the

bond of survival

formed by the glue of love

Now that the screen

interferes with the dream

Form turned into angry teams

Giving hate a new open window

in which to pick

off the weak

All I can say

is give love a seat

poem of the day November 29


Sitting by the wood stove

Not thinking about much

just sipping on some Joe

No one is up

not even the dogs

A thought crosses my mind

I let it go

The warm of the wood

embraces me

with contentment

Not love

or desire

Just a blissful calm

as I sit still

watching the stove 

that has been fed

with simple wood

like mine

for generations

to feed the mortal

flame of eternity peace

poem of the day November 28


Snow white

Emerald green

Sapphire blue

Ruby red

Golden yellow

A nice stew

of colors

inside of me

inside of you

Something

I think about

when making sounds

into the light

See ya at 

the internal sunrise

in a changing few

poem of the day November 27


Too many cameras

are in the doorway

of the dreams we plant 

inside our minds

A thin ridge of another life

The give and take of

every mistake

Every stride

The hand me down

The town 

Nirvana 

thinking about

when the opening

appeared too soon

on the vision

that was clocked

at noon

Around the corner

of those drifting years

Older

Older each day

I for one 

still bend my hips

to unlock the blocks

that make you slip

I feel like a turtle dove

who danced atop the highest beam

Where the eyes are open wide

Where the world begins the tide

The emptiness you have inside

shines with me 

on all bridges

Cause we are the whims

of each other's sins

buried in humanity

Trying to eat

the running beast 

before time gives

up a musical seat

poem of the day November 26


I can always

count on the dogs

to do something

to cause me emotion

inside the commotion

like run away

like trash the day

like eat the plant

like bark at the ant

like sniff the location 

like lick the unmentioned

but most of all I can

count on the dogs

to always like me

poem of the day November 25


Sometimes

one can go 

so deep

into the journey

of a belief

So deep

with single minded 

concentrated effort

of unshakable faith

Expending so much energy

in the belief 

until one finally breaks through

to the other side

where the root

of the superficial

once again

becomes entangled 

with the shallow delusion

of the floating mind 

The boat of self 

poem of the day  November 24



The smells

of a kitchen

are enriching

the lives of

all Americans

on this Thanksgiving Day

Except for the Indians

who are being served

tear gas by generations

of greed 

The same faces

that landed all those

years ago

to be free of tyranny 

Please remember

for a moment

this hypocrisy

while eating the turkey

poem of the day November 23


A lone reminder

of a lost summer

The abandoned pot

by the back door

full of snow

The last lingering

green of a flower

that has bloomed

into wilted days

that get shorter

by the hour

poem of the day November 22


Something

about the solitude

of snow

Cold pure white

like star dust

appearing from

nothing but

a long natural recipe

handed down

from generations

of solar systems

where the only

ingredient is

water of a

certain degree

poem of the day November 20


Very white

second snow

fell last night

in a pretty row

A cold blanket

covering everything

From rusting love

to shinning sin

The winter pot

opening the book

over the meadow

Where Slow change waits

only so long

Then the tail

slips quickly into the head 

A new jacket over

yesterday's lot

Here we go

Ready or Not

poem of the day November 19


Doing and

pretending

are worlds apart

though they

live in the same

shell

All are part of the same tree

It is the difference

between failure

and success

Pretending

is a matter of vanity

springing out

of peer pressure

Out of political correctness

but a futile waste 

of un-rooted effort

Doing is from the core

deep in the bones

with conviction

Knowing when to act

is the key

Yet it always amazes me

The pretender

is mostly lauded

for their effort

While the doer is branded

as a lazy lucky crazy

poem of the day November 18


I sit still 

watching the sun 

eat the fog

Gobbling it up

one hungry mouthful

at a time

I wonder as the light 

opens the meadow

Does fog really taste

like pea soup?

poem of the day November 16


When alone

in your home

with the plight

of your strife

Are you thinking of that

or are you 

contemplating life?

And what do you do

if a friend calls?

Do you open yourself

or do you close on the wall?

Many questions

arise at the dawn

of the day

Where decisions are made

in haphazard ways

So toast the night

as it enters your room

But realize the moment 

has passed with the moon 

poem of the day November 17


I have 

been

in love 

with you

since 

early

in the sin

I know 

the snake 

was just

so fake

The apple

was in

the proper

place

It was 

mixing

yes with no

a vision

causing vertigo

Does it matter

that you

have no

name

a body

mind or

empty brain

Only mirror glass

where I look

to see

you are in love

The other

side of me

poem of the day November 15


A straight back

is like the wooden mast

of a tall ship

If properly rigged

and maintained

It is able to sail

through all 

kinds of weather

Keep it upright

and enjoy your

time in the wind

poem of the day November 14

"Why do so many beasts

race themselves

into hell

wear new shoes

made of lion leather?"

asked one of the two over grown vines

that were sunning on the beach

embracing waves of waste

as they watched the never ending beasts

jump off the cliff like lemmings

"Perhaps it has no meaning

other then the folly of death

Poison said to Ivy both content

to be nothing more then minds

of a vine

poem of the day November 13

Everyone is given one

But when to lite your candle?

Too early and the flame is gone

Too late and it sits in a drawer for another life

Too much wind and it keeps going out

the same time after time

Too much fuel and it burns very quick

till it can no longer be lit 

Sometimes it is best lighting the dark

Sometimes it is best  lighting the day

There are no rules except

Your timing depends or your

view of the play

poem of the day November 12


The drift of the morning

The tide of light

Souls on the shore

stepping out of yesterday's boat

I am there with the masses 

facing the new day

trying to wake into

the footprints of unexpected change

poem of the day November 11


A naked month

The leaves mostly gone

The grass fading brown

The gray landscape

inching  toward winter

Only the proud pines

stand out 

like sentries guarding

old hillsides

Green pitched gems 

reaching for heaven 

Tall straight shafts

with strong backs

stand in the wind

While all the others 

are down in their roots

afraid of the solitude

the pines have

learned to embrace

with grace

poem of the day November 10


The calm settles

in silence 

filling valleys 

with deep thoughts

Stilled passions

seeping like

almost frozen water

Above the mountains

Winds collides

with each other

Lightening bolts fight 

Dark and light candles

sitting in a row

One must dance

One must go

This time the dark

is the spark

able to push the light

into a cold abyss

All I can say is

Its time for a wish

poem of the day November 9


How did we

elected a cow?

I know how

An American bully

grown from personal

greed found inside 

all like a creed

You and I 

let this near

Cemented by

the word of fear

A strongman grabbed

the mike by fright

Allowing the place of hate 

to be the face

of America's fate

Now begins the reign of waste

poem of the day November 8


Passing a name

from one generation

to another

The years drift by

like kites over time

Birth after birth

the miracle of life

so full of instant love

has nothing to do with names

But in families far and wide

there is the passing of the pride

The surname does not matter at all 

Yet I feel happy

that my name goes on

in the space of illusion

we all call human

Welcome to the world

Dean Patcharin Meyer!!!

poem of the day November 7


I am an American

in a land of mountains

and valleys

where I watch the sky

open onto a carpet of confusion

filled with points of view

The bumps keep bumping  

into the very depths of humanity

torn raw  by snake oil salesmen

craving power way beyond the norm

Is it revolution or evolution?

I contemplate my ego as

a vulture  scans the sky

for a piece of rotting pie

poem of the day November 6


The one day 

we roll back time

reliving the past hour

in the future illusion 

of a do-over

If true would be very good

when swimming the lake

Where practice is

the difference

between dreams

of stop and go

of yes and no 

poem of the day November 5


Singing songs

from the past 

Remembering dreams

that opened old doors

Young idealistic fever

thrown out in

off key serenade

Time rolled back

to the wings 

of lost youth

poem of the day November 4


Indian Summer

with a gentle rain

The last of the leaves

are bathed in the fleeting

warm light

Atmosphere clings

to them

like divine pudding

So sweet a feast

able to marinate 

another busy day

into slow cooked time 

poem of the day November 3


The commander

of a soul can

live in the body

or drag the body around

It is the same with leaders

They can live for the masses

or drag the masses around

It all depends on

harmony and

how one rides

with gravity

Otherwise the only look

is bound within a holy book

Where the soul struggles

To be the cook without being cooked 

poem of the day November 2


The shoes were worn

in places impossible to change

Blocks happened

one stride at a time

Before you knew it

past patterns had stepped 

back into the future

The old wise cobbler examined

the familiar shoes 

"There is nothing I can do

but build you the same pair 

Only you can change how

you walk in them"

poem of the day November 1


Part of the hole

was deep

Part of the hole

was shallow

Inside the hole of my

mind was me

trying to figure

if I needed to climb

in or out of the hole

I have dug to make me whole