poem of the day January 31


A table is made

of many pieces

glued together to

make a better life

Some tables are all

from the same tree

Some are from

the same wood

but from different trees

Other tables are made

of different woods

from different trees

with special properties

that make life better

for you and me

It does not matter which tree

as long as tables

live in harmony 

poem of the day January 30


A pair of lion bookends

were all that were

protecting the books

The same books that were

burned at the stake

by dark aged beasts

full of unsettled anger

that had simmered for centuries

I watch as the same faces

rush to righteous conclusions

and circle sanity with insanity

It was then that I realized

the only hope is that

the loins are roaring rivers

instead of paper tigers 

poem of the day January 29


The curtain of dawn

opening on the new day

The past night dark over

fleeting just like

the emerging light

Watch the ball

roll round and round

black to white

then white to black

all within the circle sack

poem of the day January 28


Once I walked

a wilderness

to find where

I belong

I had to bring

a lot of things

to help me

be alone

I found the going

very hard

until I abandoned

all my chains

that is when

I found the light

hidden in the flames

poem of the day January 27


A fresh coat of paint

can change the walls

of an old house

the same way

fresh thoughts can change

the direction of stuck mind

poem of the day January 26


I was watching

surfers on TV

riding giant waves

as tall as skyscrapers

Moving in and out of tunnels

that were so long they

seemed to stretch everywhere

The big water cascaded down

sometimes plunging a poor soul

into the abyss

where the sharks waited

patiently for the future

poem of the day January 25


So it is just like

the movies

The insane are in charge

Don't look in the basement

Big hair believes

the emperor

wore no clothe 

Little hands

are big dicks

especially in

the universe

of alternative facts

poem of the day January 24


An old piece of driftwood

was far from the sea

Sitting on a stand 

in a house built by man

I had it on a shelf

for all to see

the pretty wood

shaped by the sea

It looked like a man 

tossed around by his mind

floating on water passing time

I wonder if it was

adrift like me

in the ocean of life

we call destiny?

poem of the day January 23


"Most coins have

two sides

that are flipped

for the fate of fortune"

The well dressed Dog

said to the Cat

"But if you buy one

from me it will 

catch you a Rat"

poem of the day January 22


The raw pulse

of emotion

released by 

events that

the Genie could 

no longer

keep in the bottle

are like unbalanced streams

that can topple

the very mountain

they are trying

to climb

poem of the day January 21


May the yin rise

and form 

an army

of love 

Able to overcome

the winds of destruction

found living in the gates

of power

Time for Mother Earth

to weave a road

toward lasting peace

from where we'll feast

poem of the day January 20


The road is long

without a home

Every pilgrim needs

a place to rest

A personal temple

where the days

of travel can not

touch the sides

of the soul

poem of the day January 19


I had a wonderful road

of colors 

blooming inside

of me

Ruby red

Sapphire blue

Golden yellow

Emerald green

Pearly white

A dream map

toward happiness

and lasting harmony

I began to chant

and sound or three

to open up the day

It made me understand

the power of the way

poem of the day January 18


The rooms inside

many houses

are connected

by long hallways

full of clutter

It had taken years

of neglect before

anyone noticed

By then the old floors 

cracked under their own weight 

It was hard to

get from one place

to another without

stubbing your toes

or twisting in pain

from lack of oxygen

All knew it was not easy

to be an old house

but few were able

to do much

except live

in a room or two

poem of the day January 17


I am sad to say

the greatest show on earth

is no more

I remember my first circus

Me a fresh first of May

with my uncle

way back in

the early 1960's

He bought me a chameleon

from the midway

while we

viewed all sorts of

deformities

that sucked me

into the garden of sin

I know it was wrong to want to

see elephants dance

and cats romance

bearded ladies and

the lobster men

but inside of all

is the big tent

full of wonderment

and memories

of peppermint clowns

on a flying trapeze that 

no longer flies through the air with ease

poem of the day January 16


Solutions

sometimes

flow out

of ideas

trapped

inside long dreams

by the very logic

used while

sleeping in

deep valleys

to free them

realized you

are only resting

between mountains

poem of the day January 15


I never tire

of the creeping dawn

The first hints of light

emerging from the night

The shadows of day

expressing their way

I am glad to be very awake 

fresh and eager in this moment

instead of dreaming of other whims

forgotten within the sleep of sin

poem of the day January 14


I wish I was

an old pine tree

high atop a ridge so free

My  needles still

green and strong

able to withstand

the winds of storm

I'd look out over 

the full winter moon

and pray for those

lost in their turn

poem of the day January 13


The wind

gave life

to the empty barrel

filling it with breath

Soon it was rolling

down the hill

over the meadow

with a life

of its own

Where it goes

I do not know

It serves the wind 

as it glides over snow

poem of the day January 12


The first steps

into the tunnel

are by chance

Full of old

light from the past

Each step foward

turns darker

until all becomes

the silent night

There the fears of darkness

can surround all souls

Don't give up

Know if you keep

on taking steps

courage will grow

into the light of change

that is always

waiting at the end of

the tunnel

poem of the day January 11


You should see

the outfit My friend

bought his dog

at the Frederick's of Hollywood

section in the Dog department

of the pet store

I have to say

the dog looked very ridiculous  

and we all know 

A Dog Can Never Be Made

To Look RIDICULOUS!

poem of the day January 10


Magnets are a curious energy

Sometimes they attract

Sometimes they repel

Sometimes magnets 

are made of metal

Sometimes magnets

are made of thought

Both are powerful chains

that can keep one from change

poem of the day January 9


Walk

Run

Have

fun

in

the

sun

with

everyone

Drink

your

soup

with

good

intent 

but

don't

forget

about

the 

rent

In

all

dreams

there 

are

some 

sins

Embrace

them

in

your

life

within

And

if

you

fail

don't

be

afraid

It

is

just

some 

moment

in

the

grand

parade

poem of the day January 8


A new white dusting

on a New England farm

A clean coat of magic

twinkling in the early sunlight

bringing life to sleeping trees

as their shadows reach out 

over the snowy meadow

All is well and getting better

poem of the day January 7


Seventh day into 

the long month

White winter grey

settles down

to embrace

the cold snow

Outside my window

a blue Jay is perched

on a naked branch

looking out with

deep reflections

brought on by

the quiet solitude of 

a January morning

poem of the day January 6


How many words

get stuck on the

tip of a tongue?

I guess it depends 

on how clear we

understand the language

of a muscle we all use

to chew over thoughts

that sometimes

get choked from within 

poem of the day January 5

'Be on the lookout for the pearl"

The dragon shouted to

the eager fish all lined

up by the starting gate

"Put on your dancing shoes

and follow me" He said

as the dragon jumped over the 

first bridge knowing

that when he looked back

he would not see many

poem of the day January 4


The bridge

between 

good and evil

crosses the

deep sea

of emotions

found in every soul

as they struggle

across the great divide

poem of the day January 3


Rain on snow

makes for

a slippery go

Something

as simple as

Hard frozen

water makes

all things equal

White ice

Black ice

become the same

extreme

poem of the day January 2


The best thing

about life

is to be back

inside the real dream

the one I you we

have driven for eternity

but sometimes forget to love

poem of the day January 1

Working the way back 

from perfection

The vessel taking

on drops of water

as it navigates

the shores of confusion

What is dream?

What is dreamer?

The cat catches the mouse

playing with the fire of fear

Where flames expand

over a landscape full 

of the steam

from last year's stream