poem of the day May 31


New turns into old

like a pebble thrown

onto a smooth lake

Circles of fate

expanding from

the seed of life

Each year another rung

on the wooden ladder

Moss begins to grow

on the once shiny surface

slowly covering the soul with robes

made of nothing but the passing of time

poem of the day May 30


Living in a body

of unique memories

The years like maps

stepping over the grand

promenade in clothes

worn threadbare by time

Each step a wrinkle

born of sun and moon

love and hate

free will and fate

and of course chocolate cake

poem of the day May 29


To give your life

in a senseless war

is a true hero

A good soul

who believes in

an ideal more 

then life itself

The misguided

leaders who put

blood treasures at risk

should be ashamed of their

power trips

poem of the day May 28


A small word

A gentle nudge

Some feeling

Some emotion

The come and go

of true friends

Helping friends

born of souls

All linked to 

the atoms of Eve

poem of the day May 27


Many hearts fill the room

with an audience of beating drums

each and all the same but different within

the lifetime miles in a fragile skin

The show of life one pulse at a time

alive with love as hearts entwine

poem of the day May 26


The drive of rain

full of single drops

splat and mix

on a gravel top

I watch the march

A swimmer's band

form a stream

A steady flow

from nothing more

then come and go

poem of the day May 25


A little green

A little blue

Some yellow rays

to get us through

A gentle wind

A lingering dew

Simple things

for me and you

poem of the day May 24


Watching seeds

from the catwalk

float like balls

cotton balls full

of new life frosting

How free it must be

to be flying 

toward a new home

new beginning

Most of the seeds

travel as lone soldiers

but every so often

some seeds

are joined together

holding hands

traveling in caravans

so when they land

they will not be alone

I wonder why is that?

I'll have to ask the catwalk cat

poem of the day May 23


Random hate

is a disease

that infects

humans with

even more evil

then emotional hate

It is born of

extreme ideas

that float into 

delusional minds

unable to understand

the power of love

unable to love

anything but

the misery of carnage

poem of the day May 22


A whistle without

a breath can

do nothing but 

wait for fresh air

just like a boat

needs water to float

but a soul like you

or a soul like  me

with or without a body

is always one small

speck of universality  

poem of the day May 21


Expectations

have a strange way

of changing

the hope path into

a maze of misunderstanding

just ask the gate keeper

how many times a day

the gate is opened onto

fields that don't

grow much except

the ideas brought 

there by wishers

without any thought

of water for the fishers

poem of the day May 20


I heard the Greatest Show 

on Earth is ending

Replaced by YouTube

and by proxy the screen

Hopefully the show 

has moved to Mars

How can the Circus

How did the Circus

become obsolete?

Was it the meat eating Do-Gooders

who could not watch an animal do tricks 

Or was it the addiction

of wanting nothing live in the mix?

Makes me sad to think

that P. T. Barnum has finally died

inside the Greatest Show on Earth

while asses play Circus videos

watching side shows from long ago

poem of the day May 19


Before the bridge

the river raged

down the valley

separating twin peaks

from each other

Allowing each wilderness

to find the path

of least insistence

Allowing the nature

of all things wild

to swim in untroubled silence

without a thought of

the other side

After the bridge

walls were needed to house

vaults of misunderstanding

Ropes became the vines

to climb into other spaces

The chains needed to tame the captured

with ideas full of insistence

until the freedom of the wilderness

descended into roads of rules

to protect the jewels taken from the other side

poem of the day May 18


The smell of lilacs

fill the universe

with pleasure

that comes from nothing 

more then scent of purple heads

growing out toward the morning sun 

reminding me of fleeting friends

that linger in my mind

poem of the day


Out of the brier patch

and onto the open road

no cover in sight

A mad poet at the wheel

no cute bunny in the mind

just a  garden pest

just a poet going after vermin

The car accelerates

The bunny dashes

zig zagging

over the road

It is over in a flash

the bunny makes it

back to the patch

poem of the day May 16



I am looking at photos

of families from long ago

But i am not looking at the people 

only the objects in the background

it tells a bit more of the story

behind those souls posing 

in living rooms of collected desire

poem of the day May 15


The frame of a window

is like a portal

into the outside 

Eyes open onto 

changing landscapes

Colors that live and die

in the span of illusive time

way beyond the horizon

where light whispers to the dark

inside of all looking out

from our tiny world within

poem of the day May 14


To Mothers

each and 

everywhere

A pretty flower

for your hair

The drifting bliss

on a well kept boat

the polished love

given without a thought

The family center

we revolve around

I embrace all Moms

especially mine

who loved me

each and every time

poem of the day May 13


Digging a stump

Removing the root

buried in past lives

Each limb gripping

the long ago home

The seasoned years

full of yesterday

The mound of flesh

still entrenched with

the fire of entwined force

making the tractor squeal

while I am driving 

the center wheel

poem of the day May 12


An empty chair 

on a ghost ship

somewhere out to sea

An invisible captain charts

a way off course 

driven by drifting waves

as the ship rocks

back and forth

to the beat of

long winged seagulls

that hover whenever

passing ships approach

protecting the graves of dead sailors

unable to speak the truth

of traveling in time after

karma has been emptied 

from their minds

poem of the day May 11


There was a time

when there was

no need to fed

anything but 

the small beast

When riding meant

getting on the horse

to run free in the

wild wilderness

But today in these

evolving bars of light

I say stay on the horse

and gallop hard

Jump over those dreams

that are now fenced in by

the wires of an alien mind

poem of the day May 10


Drifting back

floating in the tide

tied only to the moon

I feel like a groom

wearing the long coat

of anticipation 

waiting for that tug

that push 

toward the tux of life

The one that hides 

inside the ride

poem of the day May 9


The recipe for life

starts with a little bit of this

some of that

and a couple of pats

Put it in an oven

then hug it through

to let the love of

all shine through

poem of the day May 8


I understand the mermaid

that has been laid

in the minds of

dirty drifting sailors

on high seas where

the only romance is

fantasy or stark reality

Storms both of wind and man

lashing the ever present sin

with deep blows of purtitan lust

grown in a tub by devil rains

the allowed no man to love a man

I marvel at her endurance

her life in a  misty myth

where living on land

is never a mermaid's wish

poem of the day May 7


Small poem

on a spring day

Flowers

Green

Vernal stream

something like

a magic dream

poem of the day May 6


When wild wings try to fly

in the mirror of the sky

They flap like dancers

in a burlesque show

with nothing but their skin to show

Prior wisdom has lost the game

long before war gained its fame

It was wisdom that unleashed the gun

that lost the way for everyone 

One plus One usually is the sum 

but sometimes there are other songs

A voice of heaven crackles deep within 

away from the waves that break the beach

"What is life depends on fate

plus the opening of frozen gates"

poem of the day May 5


Rain on flowers

are not their friends

once they open to

greet the world

I am sitting watching 

the petals fall

A bunch of tear drops

on the meadow floor

The fleeting dust

of fragile blooms

happens sooner 

then the moon

And when I look upon

the mist hued branch

I hope the rain 

will be kind 

Only take the flowers

past their prime

poem of the day May 4


If your cleaning out the basement

and find a pile of bones

then search inside your mountain

for the meaning of a home

Perhaps it is a river 

that flows up the ridge

and lands in places man

can climb only with a bridge

Those ghost of old ancestors

that dot the long highway

leave fine advise for those

of us still traveling on this day

poem of the day May 3

In the forest grew an extraordinary tree

that started life as an ordinary tree

but as a seedling the tree was stepped on

and bent over to forty five degrees

growing on the horizon like a pyramid would be

No one would have known of this tree

but for a road blazed through the wilderness

Where one day the traveler put up a birdhouse

so all that walked the forest would be welcomed 

by the birds living on the angled tree

Then years later the tree was hit by lightening and died in the storm

As it stood decaying a swarm of honey bees made the tree home

staying until the weight of the angle broke the tree in half

When the crown fell to the ground the birdhouse was knocked off

Leaving the tree looking like an angel of the forty-fifth degree

The next day the traveler came to put the house back on the tree

and took a picture for all to see this angled angel of destiny

poem of the day May 2


Preoccupied with preoccupation

is a very hard way to live a life

as an island in the human sea

If the frost of the mind

is full of frozen icebergs

of ones own cold making

then one is stuck in the same motion

like shallow waves on a deep ocean

"Time to cut bait and surf" my mother shouts

as she jumps off the board to paddle free

poem of the day May 1


The machines learned to make

hand made things by copying

imperfect human work 

full of perfection

They were so good at it

it was impossible to tell

which was which

Which I am sure

was the Witch of it