poem of the day June 30


Another month

almost gone

The thump of time

marches within

a summer dream

The come and go

like oars in the sea

rowing toward a  jolly July

where the old timers

say the sight of snow

has never been seen 

outside of souls still

frozen in the internal tundra

of their past winters 

poem of the day June 29


The rock of ages 

tumbled down the hill

freed by time that moved

so slowly I thought it

was frozen in place

Would never move

and always be a beacon of strength

but strong wind driving the smoke of change

turned the hillside into a landslide

that tumbled all the castles

into the sea of man-made humanity

poem of the day June 28


I often marvel

at an antique show

how the past comes and goes

The story behind every chair

Every table common or rare

What does it know from the past

when it was shinny without a crack 

Did it see happiness or was it covered black?

And how did the object flow to a dealer like me

who buys and sells destiny

I sometimes gaze into the eyes

of someone who buys

thinking if past lives are true

they need their old teddy to start anew 

poem of the day June 27


A splatter on a puddle

that was born of last night's rain

is just a drop of nectar 

on the open Earthy plain

An offering to thirsty souls

wandering before the dawn

trying to find happiness

in a life that's full of thorns

Some drinks when offered

others wait way too long 

In time the puddle disappears

as the sunrise sings its song 

poem of the day June 26


I'm thinking what goes

into a point of view?

Only a little of me

Only a little of you

But the truth of what we see

mostly comes from  faith and family

Branches born of religious jealously  

that grow out from the universal tree

with points of view that can not agree

on what we see as clarity 

poem of the day June 25


The east sun rising

on early morning

checkers the grass

with tree shadows

cast from souls

only seen moving

with the long 

dreams of tomorrow 

poem of the day June 24


Over the mountain

was the valley

full of summer

that stretched out

for as far as one

could see

How far was

that next mountain

depends on the eyes of you

not the eyes of me

poem of the day June 23


TICK 

tock 

TICKS

TICKS

will make 

you sick

TICKS are

not fun

for anyone

TICK 

tock 

TICKS

poem of the day June 22


Fog on a window

clouds the perception

the clear vision outside

only until it is burned off

by the new summer sun

Fog in the mind

clouds the perception

the clear vision outside

no matter how cloudless the day

poem of the day June 21


A long walk

on the longest day

within the flower of full blown light

The fullness of light

expanding for months

has opened onto summer

The strong sun illuminating

the path forward till night

finally falls off into the awaiting darkness

returning with the scent of change

poem of the day June 20


Even on the most sunniest of days

the points of view

were so clouded

with deep seated emotions

it was impossible

to see the mountain

path that lead the way

out of the jungle

Everybody was blind rage running

like Chicken Little

waiting for the sky to fall

I had just returned home

from whale hunting on Lake Superior 

where I caught nothing but

small egos of delusion

that sucked the wind

out of my tiny sails

Yet all my little thoughts were 

still baited with the same futile ambition

that had been blown wide open by the bumbling clouds of foggy clowns

poem of the day June 19


No wind

Very quiet

except for

a few birds

which add 

to the stillness

Time is hard

to find

but is creeping

along in the river

Out of sight

Out of mind

as i wait

for sunrise

to explode

the clap of dawn 

poem of the day June 18


I was watching 

the game of sanity

from my perch above

In my little space

with all my contradictions

Most of the horses were  

on the board

Playing the game of 

What Is Sane

bored with the triviality

of having to wait

for logic to move

from the black trunk

that was welded shut

by footprints banged

out of righteousness

The sane dreams were

now underground 

battling misplaced grand ideas

that were floating within small ego balloons

of powerful well dressed sailors

that have never been to sea

but looked good eating forbidden candy

poem of the day June 17


She was selling 

Yin Yang smiles

at the county fair

Black and white lipstick

plastered on a round puckered mouth

Ready for all degrees of desire

that changed her smile with every

dark and light twist of her lips

Everybody was watching

for something they missed

but it wasn't a kiss

poem of the day June 16


Something about a hawk
flying so free above the fray

doing circles near heaven

looking down with eagle eyes

over the landscape of a living earth

so tied to the drama of what happens next

poem of the day June 15


The crowd within an empty soul

is full of thoughts that come and go

Waves so long break on the beach

each finger points to what it seeks

The idea of clean is clutter full

without a rudder to guide you through

A moral compass to set home the course

a path to follow for every horse

poem of the day June 14



So sad this morning

two dead squirrels

on the side of the road

laying next to each other

like lovers in the early light

Romeo and Juliet  caught

running for their lives

struck down by a car

they could not see

Struck down by a car driven by me

poem of the day June 13


The light of a star

somewhere in the Milky Way

is able to touch me

is able to touch you

with a cosmic understanding

that is not caught

up in the drama of men

looking into shallow mundane mirrors

that have nothing to do 

with the spiritual life of suffering souls

poem of the day June 12


Sounds of early morning

play into the dawn

The opening of light

greeted by the music of life

Birds insects meet

over the bark of a dog 

Awake are the children

born of night owls

Their mist still

lingering in the ships

that have move 

onto a new day

A fresh beginning for

the staleness that drifts

away slowly with each tired yawn

poem of the day June 11


The Sheppard of the pulse

was a friend of the heart

but was not at the start

The start was sparked

by the wetting of the egg

which after a few strokes 

formed the cord of life

into some evolving line of karma

Of course there were dizzy cheerleaders

lining the bounded boarders

dressed in white pilgrim thoughts 

cheering on fresh winged angels

that had been hired by God who

had already lost a son

to the violence of ignorant men

These same men pleaded like guilty sheep in front

of well rehearsed hungry wolfs

who ran the weird order of time 

until the well ran dry of sanity minds

poem of the day June 10


Long nights

with a memory

born of nothing but

spontaneous recollection

Random thoughts pass

like rudderless ships

in the middle

of an open sea

Screams flowing out of 

the fog of paddle-ship steam

Feet treading over a river

that delivers more news

to the newsworthy crowd

obsessed with the past

ebb and flow of the present

How fleeting these beached dreams

seem within the art of remembrance

especially for the first dance

the hopeful waltz before the roads fill with time

poem of the day June 9


Light already

The day still long

Hours and hours

of sun shine to

warm my  soul

A smile from heaven

shining down 

Flowers already stretching 

changing the frown

Opening the door

to the joy of the round

poem of the day June 8


Sometimes to climb a mountain

you have to take down a mountain

Empty the volcanoes

Empty the fear born of circumstance

Be an alpine stream

Clear translucent waves

to wear away thick black rocks

left over from colliding emotions

Carry the soiled turmoil of centuries

to the calm sea of humanity

that waits within you and me

like the stillness of good coffee

poem of the day June 7


To be a fan of

a losing baseball team

takes determination perseverance 

A certain exquisite numbness

of no expectation

where not winning

is the new normal

and whining is a chant

an inner frustrating mantra

used when winning

slips away over balls and strikes

as if it was part of the count of life

poem of the day June 6


Watching more rain

fall through trees

with a dancing wind

that flaps branches

like wings or sails

I wonder if the trees are

flying off in some adventure

where to travel is a dream

found somewhere 

in the strong trunks

of solitary souls

poem of the day June 5


Wet on the rocks 

as dawn opens

to clouds

Small birds bath

in puddles

their songs

the only sounds

emerging from

the stillness

of a good night rain

poem of the day June 4


I had 

never seen

until today

a robin 

eating roadkill

on the old highway

poem of the day June 3


Something about a woodpecker

a giant woodpecker as it

flies through the trees

makes me smile for miles and miles

with the greatest of ease

poem of the day June 2


To be at ease

with summer sounds

floating on the morning wind

No care about bears

No thought of where

I try to put my mind

inside these lovely sounding chimes

to see if I can sing as free

to drop the worries that fly with me 

poem of the day June 1


Flowers were once again

blooming over polluted fields

They looked so surreal

poking out of used metal carcasses 

amidst the rust of man

How something so beautiful

could emerge from the waste 

of unwanted civilization

makes me think that the nature

of spontaneous beauty

is a bit more complicated

then the narrow vision

of a once ideal landscape

long abandoned but

still full of dead industrial tide