poem of the day April 30


You know

I like to watch

the light drift into dark

Something about

the end of the day

finished or not

that is all

Does not matter

after a nice shower

It is like parting of time

where visions of dreams

are better then rhymes

for those living in present time

poem of the day April 29


Who is manning the understandings

that ride the open waves

at sea in very deep water?

Why do some nuns pray in

solitude for the forbidden lust of god?

Times are strange when playing games

buried within the steep valley walls

where emotions strum the tunes of unsettled singers

turning them into sinners

Perfect sinners that walk around

with airs of self importance

tied to their dyed lock of hair

"Crazy" says the hermit as

he goes hunting for another shell

poem of the day April 28


I often wonder

as I sit here watching

the awakening of trees

The forest of branches 

full of alluring scents

to attract their lovers

Do they feel love as the pollen

drifts on the air?

Are male and female trees

aware of  love?

or is it just casual sex?

Is it euphoric? 

Is it bland disappointment?

Something that can not be understood

by the pollen sneeze of ordinary man

poem of the day April 27


Up right proud 

erect buds

reaching for the sky

A yoga tree emerging

from the April fog

exploding in colors

My Sugar Magnolia

embracing the joy

of its own light

unaware that I am

watching from a poet's seat

this once a year delicious delight

poem of the day April 26


The problem with machines

is they have a mind of their own

and sometimes will not start

no matter what a human does

I have a testy little lawn tractor

that is coughing out of its exhaust 

I have lavished all kinds of care

hooked up the battery charger

changed the gas

cleaned the filter

put in new oil

There is plenty of spark but no juice

I am beginning to think the tractor has 

passive machine rage

which is not mixing well

with my overt human rage

poem of the day April 25


The rainbow a natural

beauty of light comes

down from heaven 

full of special colors

that can open hearts

Still this splender has a sadness

as it touches down

with a frown instead of a smile

I wonder if God is trying

to tell us something 

we can't understand

about the pot of gold 

and how it changes man

poem of the day April 24


A piece of peace

fell off the wagon war

just before the blood red door

It waited till the sun went down

among the ruins of the town

The bullets spread upon the floor

as peace was hunted by brother war 

It had to hide within tormented souls 

of six million fallen but not forgotten men

where after time peace could bloom again

poem of the day April 23


The direction of perfection

is almost imposible to devine

unless one is willing to listen to the wind

where the cultivated breath of wisdom

seeks the illusive truth

carefully hidden by strong guards

of primal erection seeking nothing 

but the mountain of erection

poem of the day April 22


I remember the tree

that was too close to the road

a beautiful old oak tree

in a New England town

that had been there for centuries

When I was young I played

in the tree with my friend

It was a huge tree with names 

of many souls carved into it's trunk

and many scars from wild cars

that brushed it from time to time

I often wonder if the tree

has memories as great as me

but most of all I wonder 

if the tree remembers the hit

that killed my friend age 10 plus 6

poem of the day April 21


Color appears from a

naked branch

emerging from

a hard swell

like a satisfied lover

opening to the 

drizzle dawn

fingers on a flute

full of yellow

more mellow

then any fellow

poem of the day April 20


Watching people

at the gift shop

buying for the sake of buying

no real direction

or intention

except for desire

Impulsive ticks

of a primal wanting

My grandson among the herd

picking out something

he already has two of

such is the power of

well placed temptation 

poem of the day April 19


On the Grand Mall

with Jefferson, Lincoln

and Washington

who was looking

rather like a lonely obelisk

Abe was holding court

to a bunch of Japanese tourists

who filled the stairs

like well dressed movie stars

watching Marine 1 fly over

the ghosts of war

before landing on the White house lawn

Off in the distance

I entered the cabin

of the DC 3 and

flew down to see

the Hope Diamond

that was looking kind of forlorn 

I asked her why and she said to me

"Cause everything is free

except for our Liberty"

poem of the day April 18


Losing a password

has new meaning

in the internet age

different from the

Open Says-A-Me days

where remembering

was a matter of life or death

for those being chased by the horde

Now passwords open everything

from love and hate

affecting emotions from 

the safety of your room

where forgetting a password 

now releases the demons from within

poem of the day April 17


A gentle rain in April

reminds me of past seasons

I grew up with the old poem

April showers bring May flowers

and I have to say

it really is true

Something real to believe in

Important now

that we are in error

I mean the era

of fake news

Fake hair

Fake breasts

Fake lives

but even in shulldurrgery

there must be some

kernel of truth

Some ear of corn

beyond the manipulation

of power money

fake packages of man made honey

poem of the day April 16


The daffodils

once again

are among us

in gardens that

stretch from

house to house

all the way

from Bambi's to Andy's

Golden blooms abound

lining the highway of humanity 

with brusts of well being

able to unlock the good

in each and every soul

I keep thinking  

if the whole world

embraced this daffodil brigade

there would be no need

for war parades

poem of the day April 15


On a hillside

is a forest

that reaches

for the sky

A tangled web

of branches

waits for the carpet ride

A shot of golden sunshine

brings anticapation

to the weeks

until the flags unfurl

the green of springtime

that I seek

poem of the day April 14


Three score and ten

is a lot of years

especially if one 

has lived in them

It is a lot of time

to be on the road

just ask the Monk

seventy this month

how's the birthday ride

on the changing tide

poem of the day April 13


Double bloom

Double yoke

Double pay

It all started

with the two pennies

from yesterday

Are they twins

or two of a kind

I'll have to think

with a double mind

poem of the day April 12


So much spring

inside of the day

A bottle of the eternal

A walk on a country path

full of sounds and silence

I hear the clatter of Robins

watching the daffodils 

grow toward perfection

Nearby the vernal stream sings

the song of greening grass

Just a matter of facts

brought out by a sun

springing with fun

poem of the day April 11


The snow is all gone

except for piles

where the plow

had pushed and pulled

All that effort is melting

away into nothing

No rememberance of winter

or the struggle to find

an open path

The rest of the farm

is turning the page

Green emerging

Buds swelling

yet I am standing

over the last of

the snow piles

with this feeling

of vanishing time

poem of the day April 10


Up before my mind

in the twilight zone

caught between 

yesterday and dawn

The art of waking

of walking into consciousness 

Souls on autopilot

with steps that include

the reality of oneness

where thoughts rising 

from the single night hole

begin to explode into

the flowers of busy morning

poem of the day April 9


They painted the tanks pink

so no one would know of the danger

Some even had raised beds

full of dead flowers that could be sprinkled

on the scorched earth in another attempt

to bring some color to the darkness

I was with the general and others

far away eating caviar and sipping sadness

from the lips of the victims now pawns

Lifeless pawns in a evil game

the generals lusted over and still called war

poem of the day April 8


Finishing

is hard

maybe for

a finish carpenter 

but is hardly

the obstacle 

that keeps me

and those souls

like me

from running

the race

Starting is

the wall

The big mountain

has to be

climbed with

a huge pack of inertia

full of doubt

full of lazy 

full of random

dreams sitting

on shelves

that weigh

as much as

time bottles

without a direction

Each one is full

of exquisite procrastination

seemingly impossible to overcome

Yet, Here I am lined up

at the starting gate

My thoughts are trembling

I need to calm down

Someone please hand me one more bottle

before I begin 

poem of the day April 7


The branch

looks like a dagger

hanging up there

in the tree top

ready to drop

on each and

every car that 

drives by 

I wonder 

Does it have  plan?

A certain car

it is waiting for?

It seems so

content to be

a sinister fate

an ugly spike

up there in the sky

waving weird fear

into you and I

poem of the day April 6


Geese flying north

after a long winter

up there high 

in the blue sky

I have been watching

the migration for

a few days now

Who taught them

to fly north for the summer?

Is it a bird thing

I can hear them squacking

as they roll over the meadow

Do they see me or am I

something that does not

get into their radar?

poem of the day April 5


"How old do

you have to be

to be as happy

as a tree?"

I asked the silent giant

full of rooted strength

content to do nothing

but reach for the skies

Long branches yielding to 

all kinds of wind

Sap flowing compassion

No sudden emotion

to anger any god

Always content 

Always happy

Always free 

The big ash

on the way to the barn

answers me

"It is not the age

that makes joy

It is the candle

in your soul

that opens happiness

you can hold"

poem of the day April 4

Cold rain

feeling more 

like fall then spring

A big change

from yesterday

when the sun sang

warm songs 

over the meadow

Now the only sounds 

are long wet drips

falling into puddles

from where I might slip

poem of the day April 3


A fox

A grouse

A skunk

Two wasps

Seven squirrels 

A bunch of turkeys

and a big fat racoon

Animals out and about

on a sunny day

watching spring

with me and my porcupine

We were all quilling around

the old country town

poem of the day April 2


The biggest fad

of the 21 century

was dream-streaming

With a couple of electrodes

planted into the brain

you could pick from a whole

host of dreams to

fiddle the night away

A huge menu to 

forget your daily mundane life

You could change sex

Drive a Rolls Royce 

Eat at the finest restaurants

Live on mars

Surf giant waves

Make love with anything

And then wake up each day

in your own bed

It was so popular

So addicting

that soon we were

sleeping all the time

dreaming the same

dreams as me as you

as Captain Kangaroo 

Slowly slipping out

of our body-mind 

until the reality 

of who you are

was far removed

from the birthday star

poem of the day April 1


I am looking

at the carving

that was carved

long ago

from the wooden tree

of tranquility

The wooden nature helped

the carver see a tomorrow

that was now captured

forever in the past

Yet as I look

at the carving 

in my present guiding light

I feel the same passion

as the carver

who released what

was inside of

the wooden tree

for a future the carver

would experience but

never get to see