poem of the day December 31


The old ending

The new beginning

Souls all stirring

their homemade stew

Happy sad ingredients

sprinkled with time

It does not matter

if the long song rhymes

poem of the day December 30


In the moment

there is time

or no time

depending if you are

thinking about something

while living something else

The waves break on the shore

not bounded by the size of giant shrimp

I saw the  many possibilities while

staring at nothing new but new nothings

allowing me to realize

What I see

What you see

has no power over present reality

poem of the day December 29


I am searching

for the perfect stone

as I walk the coast

Thousands of footsteps

over the rocky shore

Nudging water lapping

at the edge of the tide

There I see my prize

the most beautiful 

blue round earth sphere

I reach for eternity but

a rogue waves comes

out of fate and when

it recedes the stone

has disappeared 

poem of the day December 28


I was looking

at old pictures

as I imagine everyone has

Not ones of ancestors

but strange souls  aboard a ship

How smug some looked 

in a regal  aura of air

How tired some looked

with untouched hair

I thought of life captured 

under the pressure 

of all lost moments 

once lived on our star

Their memories were frozen

but the world has traveled far

poem of the day December 27


Drips seeping

from rigid fountains

All primed with hate

Left hate

Right hate

Hike the money ball greed

The great fish bowl fight

over the flavored water 

both need to breath

Seems really strange

so much emotional pain

used to spike convenient  morality

while we lose the soul

without knowing it

one drop at a time

poem of the day December 26


What to think of a thinker

takes a lot of thinking

about what thinking is

Is it a set of facts

a memorized dazzle

spouted by pontificators

well dressed and

sitting on the same fence?

Is it the fool on the hill

drinking cannonballs

full of spontaneous wisdom

without anyone to listen?

Is it full or empty?

Is it needed or not?

One thought is for sure

All this thinking

has cluttered my mind

It is time to turn on the TV

poem of the day December 25


There is a calm

a certain ephemeral

quick silver 

I feel every Christmas

up early before

the excited storm

Everyone still asleep

The silent tree lit 

with red and green lights

flickering the play between stop and go

I sit on this see-saw of memories and anticipation

blended into the magic pulse

found only on Christmas time

poem of the day December 24


It was the maybe

in the be may

The maybe of be me only

that had the world on edge

It was very easily seen

on either side

of the self imposed fence

The very beautiful mirrored wall

was full of insulated bricks

Full of emotional cracks

that shouted out anger

to all those souls

living in torment

Nothing but hate

was allowed to spread

over the righteous sea

Yet everyone did agree 

on one thing that was

not maybe but be may

Misery  loves company

poem of the day December 23


Sunset on the famous

Santa Monica pier

I am surrounded by

paparazzi taking

pictures of themselves

The pier is so crowded

I can't walk two steps

without being in 

someone's selfie

The sun is cut flat

Impressive big orange

falling into the pacific

A beautiful Christmas ornament

for the many tourists

The only ones not impressed

by all the excitement 

are the fishermen

focused only on their baited rods

in hope of catching supper

poem of the day December 22


I was looking

at the silhouettes flicker

on the white wall

as the sun shown

through the vines

growing on the

ugly  fence that

guarded the house

from itself

It transformed  

the stark reality

of urban city life

into works of art

only seen during

the light of a Los Angeles day

poem of the day December 21


For a look into the well 

One has to peer deep

inside the inner tube

where battles rage day and night

fueled by the light of life

To get past that door

some use a rainbow candle

but be careful not to have too many handles

poem of the day December 20


I was inside

the castle

trying to turn

on the light

I did not know

which switch

was wrong

which switch

was right

I guess it depends

on the rest of my mood

whether I light

the room for what it is

or light only what I see

poem of the day December 19


Only a few more 

days of dark

until the light returns

A strong long pulse

A strong long breath

The Earth swings back

toward the sun

like a pendulium

changing the guards

within all of us

as we adjust

our  fragile emotional lines

to the rhythms of time   

poem of the day December 18


It is hard to be perfect

humanly impossible

I certainly am not

but I am able 

to enjoy all 

the perfect robots

as they walk 

down the runway

in machines judged

by the imperfection

of  imperfect man

poem of the day December 17


Fiddle or Violin

depends upon 

the mind within

So serious 

So whimsical 

One instrument 

of wooden wings

with different music

played by four same strings

An Irish Reel

A Classical Quartet

Uplifting dreams

to somber cries  

Opposite shores

of the same wave

Who takes the bow

to play the band

decides the instrument

in their hand

poem of the day December 16


I like the way

the sun puts

a glaze on the snow

illuminating the whiteness

into splendid winter candy 

Reminds me of yummy doughnuts

all sinful and glistening 

Makes me want to go out

and sink my boots into a mouthful

poem of the day December 15


Icicles drape the windows

A hundred samurais

with sharpen spears

slowly grow between a few degrees 

on either side of frozen

In these times it reminds me of life

Where armies wait for orders 

guarding parallel lines between

a few degrees of love and hate

slowly dripping towards war one drop at a time

poem of the day December 14


I picked up a penny today

It was face down but I thought that was OK

I immediately decided to play the lottery

I spend two bucks on a scratch game

one where you had to get some numbers the same

I got everyone but the one I needed and ended up

with a two dollar loss so I took the penny 

and gave it a toss cause I should have remembered

a face down penny means its luck had been lost

poem of the day December 13


Sometimes miracles happen

and subconscious conscience

allows good to triumph over evil

Allowing the true God to stop

bigots preaching as godly men 

Yes Virginia there is a Santa Claus

SWEET HOME ALABAMA!

poem of the day December 12


A fine example

inside of you

Inside of me

just waiting to express

illusive creativity 

We just have to find it

under all the skins we wear 

from Mary Poppins

to Fred Astaire

It can not be touched

by rays of thought

by lighting candles

in the dark

It has to come from the well

where deep within the bones of marrow

lives the secret of the channel

poem of the day December 11


Why are elections 

now like a godly revival?

Is it because 

every hotel room

has a bible?

Often found in the drawer

between the beds

the new book of scriptures says

the Virgin Mary gives good head

poem of the day December 10


The blanket covered everything

with a stillness of pure white

It covered branches like yin to yang

It fell into the cracks of the stonewall

clinging to the ledges like salt to pepper

The road was plowed by big machines

that spread the blanket into white like mounds

lining the road with new dimensions

The stillness sank deep into the meadow

draping the milkweed like fine cotton curtains

The sky grey white with little light reflecting

held the first winter snow like a mother holding

a new born wrapped in a world of stark purity

The only blemish on the white winter world was the blue jay

flying like it always does toward dawn

poem of the day December 9


Underrated pleasures abound

Even in these most troubling times

They let you forget about 

World War, famine, disease 

All apocalyptic predictions 

that can unsettle even a settler

All you have to do is sit back and enjoy

The morning sun hitting your face

A hot long shower after a dirty day

The pleasure of dinner with friends

A refreshing swim on a summer lake

All things that do not take any effort

except allowing yourself to feel

the bliss of catching a fish 

poem of the day December 8


I feel the pulse

of the Earth

every morning

just as night

turns to day

I feel the throb of life

the exhale of the old

the inhale of the new

Blessed light from the fountain

as it opens my mountain

poem of the day December 7


Everybody wants to be an old soul

whether or not they remember

or even believe in past lives

But why does everybody want to be an old soul?

Because old souls are wise from many lifetimes

and know the many passages of time

But why is that an aspiring virtue?

Does not it mean you have been

reliving the same stale karma for generations

soul trapped on the wheel of suffering?

Maybe it is better to be a new soul

A fresh visitor just out of the primordial womb

able to feel the intense purity of first life

poem of the day December 6


Beacons of hypocrisy

swim among tides of evil

Godly men with young harems

living out fantasies

eat  black and white cake from

the lips of  angry riotous sinners

All hoping the pretend emperor 

will throw his pretend clothes

down to the floor of the desperate 

poem of the day December 5


Perspective

swinging on the 

perch of opinion

had many faces

as it clung to all

sorts of jagged ideas

born from the combination

of emotion and power  

manipulated by false gods who wore robes

of big flat loud barking angry screens 

that had no real foundation

other then mortal words

in which to control  lost souls

wanting only to belong but

unable to think for themselves

poem of the day December 4


Still calm no storm

cold December morn

Wood stove toasty

as I  look through

frosty windows 

on to trees

that appear 

stark naked against

the grey of today

poem of the day December 3


Increase and decrease

some weird type of pulse

that hangs like mist

on light falling rain

Neither wet nor dry

with no place to hide

time builds  a river

full of locks  controling

the flow of all boats

that are riding these 

changing waves

with their sails full of breath

poem of the day December 2


What pony would you pick

if you had to pick real quick?

Which pony would you choose

if you had nothing left to lose?

What pony would you ride

if  time was on your side?

And finally for all to see

Which pony would you hug

if you only had one to love?

poem of the day December 1


A familiar song

opens pathways

inside the soul

A flash back to

driving over the hill

in search of old friends

living within the same song

Time comes flooding back

and although those memories

are many miles long gone

they live each time I hear the song

poem of the day November 30


The Earth was on life support

floating in space bloated

from too much indigestion

The green house gasses

stunk and could be smelt

from many planets away

Dr Jupiter took time out of

revolving the Sun to make

his very dire diagnose 

The Earth was going to die

unless she killed the cancer

The humans had spread

to every part of her body

and kept growing and growing

Dr Jupiter knowing there was not much time

prescribed an aggressive experimental  treatment 

Immediate meteor showers

Followed by yearly blasts of solar radiation

poem of the day November 29


Uncharted boats that travel

with constant oars of fear

have little thought of self direction

Helpless to the whim of rapids

Afraid of each whirling pool

Not knowing they are

floating on the river

Not part of the turbulent waters

that gather against the tide of life

The  ruthlessness boat helpless

unable to free the praying captain

Unable to understand clarity

that captains have to free themselves

poem of the day November 28


Something as simple

as a relaxed smile

can change the

point of view

on even those harden

lizard lips that

have spent a lifetime

barking orders

from an angry mind

Allowing the smile

deep into the heart

can change hate into love

so all can be well within the temple

poem of the day November 27


The twist tries to work

on the old grand line

trying to change

the familiar pattern

The one that brings

shame even to the 

thick skinned church sinners

who in the end

are only thinking about

themselves while

riding the leaking boat

full of whole holy holes

How long that battle lasts

before the dreams sink

depends on the essence

The angle of right and wrong

poem of the day November 26


I was drinking tea

with a sage that

had walked lifetimes

in shoes of all sizes

all colors

all styles

The sage said it does not

matter if the shoes fit perfectly

on my feet or your feet 

or if one has feet at all

All that matters is that

one understands each lifetime

and the shoes needed to carry your well being

over roads made one step at a time

poem of the day November 25


At a certain light

sometime after sunset

the intensity of approaching darkness

turns the sky into a primordial canvas

filled with the silhouette of naked November trees

Every detail of their ethereal branches fan toward heaven 

Their dark veins rising strong from the womb of earth

I am very aware of this special blue hue light

as it pours through the royal crown of rooted trees  

poem of the day November 24


This poem is 

for all those who

have stumped spellcheck

Rejoice in knowing you

have done your part

in stopping the machines

from taking over the

evolution of human imperfection

Today the machines call 

someone like me illiterate 

but be patient,  just wait 

Someday the machines will need

imperfect savants to bring

new words into a new word order

Words with great perfection

and deep sincere meaning 

such as my favorite "Icanots"

poem of the day November 23


Someone is yelling at someone

who is yelling at someone

The world is full of unsettled fears

that come and go

with bursts of misunderstanding

The yelling a chanting

The early tribal call 

The anger is not lost in the wilderness

but in the traffic flow

The screeched horn of Sunday

elevated by the preaching band

grows the tempo to loud kernels 

full of amplified baseless fears

just the noise of the situation brings us

to the abyss of constant tears  

poem of the day November 22


All on the life boat

navigating the endless storm

Everyone pulled in

untethered  directions

One  storm after another

Anger storm

Fear storm

Jealous storm

Anxious storm

An ocean of worry

made of the Whether or Not

found inside of all Earthly Sailors

trying to sail the anchored  light

poem of the day November 21


The statue came alive

every morning after five

It had been placed long ago

by a window facing east

where it waited frozen 

full of dream like thoughts

in the body of a ballerina 

stolen from the imperial court

At a certain time the sun burst forth

to illuminate her angel face

and even though she did not move

Her cheeks flushed in warm embrace

but when the sun drifted away

she returned to those dreams

The frozen thoughts of yesterday

poem of the day November 20


It started with

one big happy family

carving themselves

a place in the universe

They worked together

on the fertile fields

removing rock after rock

eventually taming the wilderness

They organized the many rocks

piling them on top of each other

Over time without any one noticing

the pile grew so high

it turned into a mighty wall

Separating the land into two

Separating the family into two

but there was so much plenty

no one seemed to care

And after a few generations

no one knew each other

or the life on the other side of the wall

Then a giant storm came

turning the land of plenty

into the land of little

and that was when the war began

poem of the day November 19


So an answer 

to a question

is the normal

way we rhyme

But only if we

answer them

are they not a

waste of time

poem of the day November 18


The universes is speaking

about the direction of rape

How Men are always animals

from the Planet of the Apes

The Yang of every situation

includes the Yin of our mistakes

We all need to remember this

when walking toward the gate

that God if there is one

decides our cosmic fate

but if he really isn't a reality

then we must all drain this lake

poem of the day November 17


Romeo and Juliet

Louis and Marie Antoinette 

Couples I have never met

Couples that were so in love

they died together in romantic floods

I don't know much about their tragic lives

but just like the gangsters Bonnie and Clyde

I know every circumstance of how they died

poem of the day November 16


Icicles on the cliff

hung over the hair pin curve

like long broad swords

waiting for Camelot

The arctic freeze

turned water drops into

strong young spines that

threatened to plunge

through the heart of

each passing car

such is the power of least resistance 

poem of the day November 15


It was another mass extinction

caused by well intention men

We all knew yet ignored the signs 

We all did very little to stop it

We were all too busy to care 

caught up with desire

the lust for a rich cozy life

full of ease, contentment with very little thought 

little free  thinking about anything

except the lust for more artificial skin

Everybody cried out but it was too late

to save the last original idea

poem of the day November 14


The art of picking perfection

the fruit of being perfect

is in the hands of man

that is where the problem stands

for what I want for my perfect plate

likely differs from your perfect fate

and because we attach ourselves 

to the wall of living lives 

What makes me crow

might make you cry

poem of the day November 13


The old meadow rock 

still sitting out there

surrounded by friends of grass

basking in the late afternoon sun

looked especially relaxed

So much so that I thought

I detected a knowing

stone like smile on it's granite lips

poem of the day November 12


Ideas disappear

Places disappear

People disappear

It is all part of the flowers

The blooming of time

Each year the cords

slip further into the brine

marinating shiny new shoes

carrying a part of you away 

from the lives of yesterday

Oh how I wish to be back

in the primordial shack

eating apples with a friend

before the buoys were

lost at sea 

poem of the day November 11


A blend of light

upon the cold dawn

The welcome stillness

like a blanket covering 

wind tired leaves

that yesterday had been

alive and dancing

I am among the waking souls

stirring within the hearth

watching the silent solitude

open the stark simplicity of fall

poem of the day November 10


I'm on a diet

I can't believe it

I have to lose 

the Taoist belly

I have cultivated

over many years of delusion

The diet was going really good

until I ate some chicken fingers

After the first greasy bite

I knew I had sinned

But I could not stop

the exquisite guilty pleasure

of eating forbidden fruit

The chicken fingers were great

The best I've ever had

It was then I understood 

what everybody on

a diet already knows

Cheating makes diets great

Who wouldn't sin for some chocolate cake

poem of the day November 9


The lure of an island

surrounded by danger

Unreachable swells 

misunderstood

like vintage sailors

on a ghost ship

Not quite antique

but old enough 

to know life from death

poem of the day November 8


A flake or two

has mixed with dew

I sit and admire

the difference

between the two

So beautiful

Tiny snow drop

so perfect in your world

A frozen speck 

A one of a kind

A fragile gift from heaven

Pearly white

sitting on morning's

carpet of dew

Essence of earth

providing a glistening stew 

as I watch a sister as she melts from view

poem of the day November 7


It was a fad

just like the other fads

and I was afraid 

I would once again miss the train

People were painting 

their big toes red

and buying expensive glass boots

so they could bask in

the latest nonsense of vanity

the latest edge of insanity 

where we all secretly wish to be seen 

This time I had joined the line early

and was full of anticipation

as I waited for my paint job

but when I finally reached the front

they ran out of paint so once

again I missed a faded fate

poem of the day November 6


There is a new war out there

I have been watching

the bodies all lined up

on the evening news

59 DEAD

8 DEAD

26 DEAD

Each week the causalities keep adding up

fueled by the Angel of Death

riding the Horse of Hate

Not on a distant shore 

but in the HEART of America

the Land of the Great

poem of the day November 5


An extra hour

to look at the flowers

How silly man

tries to command

illusive time that

keeps ticking

whether or not

we have turned

back the clock

poem of the day November 4


Orange pink glow

in the morning sky

White ground frost

with green blades

of meadow grass

The silhouetted trees

are brown without leaves

Blue wisps emerging 

from clouds of grey

as I begin this autumn day

poem of the day November 3


A cord of wood

A music cord

A power cord

The cord of life

The umbilical cord

that connects all cords 

I think I'll have a cordial or two

to contemplate these cords of fate