poem of the day October 31


The apples on the tree

look like the Milky Way

Stars on branches fluttering

in the cosmic wind

Rivers of nothingness 

stir the memory of time

Round and round the circle wave

What a site for true believers

with a taste for Apple Pi 

poem of the day October 30


In the womb of a soaking rain

Drips on a huddled brain

The wetness in full view

The wind chill full blown 

Bone dark moments

Time sitting in side chairs

waiting for the future 

The road of the rented movie

playing one thought at a time

poem of the day October 28

Learning anger from a bee

Learning fear from a deer

Learning jealously from a dog

All these emotions are dead cat logs

that see-saw hate within the vessel

Erupting like fire from nothing but

the unsettled rush of animals minds

sea born from the primordial womb

where boats float in lives of confusion

If only we boats could overcome this constant storm

to be as happy as a giving tree

I say let  all of us try to give love a chance

but then I heard from God who said

happiness might not be our destiny

poem of the day October 28


A window in a wall

give a view of what

lies on the other side

of the universe

but time still separates 

inside from outside

It is not until the window

is open that one knows

whether it is a rainbow

or just the same old storm

poem of the day October 27


There is a light

born of every star

A unique pulse

of energy spattered

from space bubbles

so randomly perfect

I can only imagine

them being blown 

by the breath of God

poem of the day October 26


All the effort spent on folly

trying to plug a universe

full of insecure vanity 

The battle of delusion

is like a bad tattoo

that covers the soul

in pigments that wiggle

over the skin without

a true direction in which

to view the reality

as time passes into 

the broken mirror

poem of the day October 25


I often wonder

on a day like today

when the fall morning

is full of a tropical mist

The air still and settled

by the long night wind

A carpet from another world

The breath it brings

from so far away

drifts over my hills

my valleys

into my  lungs

with a karma hidden

in the folds of flying wings

poem of the day October 24


The waking circle

up the dawn

divine clockwork

the tide between

opposite dreams

submarine streams 

changing consciousness

like sparking night stars

feeding day-life back

into the vessel

poem of the day October 23


It was a proper copper hillside

on a bright October day

The sun was Indian Summer

with a very special ray

Rusty dreams far as one could see

the long light bending through

Illuminating the ridge of ancient oak

numbered in the few

The electric brown was magic

like a well sung serenade

time flooded down the mountain 

in a bronze filled Autumn haze   

poem of the day October 22


There was a value

given to everything

A primal want of wanting

visible, invisible

needed or not

A great bag of 

of expanding desire

rising with each sin

I wish I had a silver

bed to lay upon my toil

and if you wanted it 

more then me

you'd pay me with your soul

poem of the day October 21


There was some hate in love

There was some love in hate

and everybody wondered

which was a better fate?

To have some hate in love

To have some love in hate

It was a very simple answer

if you didn't answer late

poem of the day October 20


The light was mid October

Halloween leaves were flickering

on warm pumpkin winds

"Still Alive!" I heard the Crickets chanting

Summer dancing in the land of plenty 

The fiddler was really good

They said his name was Jiminy

poem of the day October 19


It was a sudden fade

All over town

lobotomy factories

were rushing to open

turning humans into machines

It seemed most everybody wanted

what the machines had

a good job without

the hassle of life

Just a simple boring task

with no emotion required

no love or hate

to interfere with cosmic fate

poem of the day October 18


I was watching

morning frost melt

on the car windshield

into landscape paintings

that seemed to reflect

the many moods

that dot my world

reminding me of

fleeting beauty

as it hangs on each and every mountain

poem of the day October 17


There was water 

all around

but you could not

drink a drop

The tide was

full of poison

from the waste

of ping pong trucks

Those busy little beavers

had damned up

all the drains

and the blisters on

the little hands

of orange man

had caused

this world of pain

poem of the day October 16


Down on the docks

of the East River

A very strange place

on the Queen's side

gazing at Manhattan 

talking to the fishermen

who line the wharf 

with rods and reels

Serious men and women

baiting hooks of anticipation

I was fresh from the country

with my sidekick Wes

Hoping to see some action

but the fish were ignoring

the temptations of man

Still it was grand

to be on the promenade

of a lovely afternoon

poem of the day October 15


I feel like a bird

as i look out 

the hotel window

high up on the perch

of my hotel

I am fluttering with wings

full of currents generated 

from the land below

I see the whole

tired city open

to the morning life

glad i am soaring 

above the drama

of Yonkers's karma

poem of the day October 14


So where is where

we never spoke

of course it's hidden

must be enforced

Where they feed you

is what you are

the thoughts run stale

out of the cookie jar

Yet if the taste 

should still be full

of yes been no

Then there is nowhere

where can go

poem of the day October 13


How many hands

have hugged the tree

that stands alone

so majestically

Was it planted by

the hand of man

or a man made God

from illusion land

That does not matter

very much to me

as my struggling arms

surround the tree

I want to feel the earth well

energy of the stable root

I want to be the old tree's fruit

poem of the day October 12


How many drops

are enough for

a swig of water

that can quench the thirst 

of a water-less soul?

Is it more of less? 

Is it less of more?

Does it matter if

you win the war

Does it matter if

you war the win?

I think it depends on the

thirst you're in

poem of the day October 11


Forsythia blooming

in October is an

interesting sight

It merges with

dying leaves of yellow

to add some spring like life

In the death of tired summer

beautiful flowers in the middle 

of bittersweet decay

is a very very happy place 

for me to start the day

poem of the day October 10


Drifting away

from simple reality

into a reality show

where one is

forced to pick

sides in a game

of ping pong

that is being

played with

a loaded ball

made of nothing

but egotistical hate

poem of the day October 9


A water day Monday

rain keeping the sun at bay

I am here awakening

drifting somewhere under the sea

The air is very sleepy and still

The fall colors glisten with thick wet glaze

like icing on a moist autumn cake

poem of the day October 8


"Survival depends

on the angle of the eyes"

said the fish underwater

to the fly in the sky

"My survival depends

only on flying high" said the fly

whose eyes were open wide

"With the angle of the eyes

I know you where you hide" 

said the fish who bubbled the air outside 

"Yes but I can survive so well 

if I hide high" said the fly

as it hovered  in the sky

It was then the fish leaped out

with open eyes to surprise 

the fly with an angler's eye

poem of the day October 7

I just heard

the news as 

I was running toward 

the Mulberry Bush

It turns out

the monkey

we all carry

on our backs

is just a refection

of how we have lived 

around the organ grinder

poem of the day October 6


The squirrels were

playing chicken

as they dart

across the road

An obstacle course 

of madness

littering their way

A carpet of

Red White and Grey

It reminded me of

Addictions

Obsessions

The lure of the flame

in the race to nowhere

I felt their emotion

well up into me

tails raise in the excitement

of trying to cross the road

poem of the day October 5


Eating the last

of summer fruit

in the warm safe light

of a beautiful day

Late peaches

Raspberries

Blueberries

Apples abound

All around

I am reminded

by the cornucopia

of abundant life

free for all beings

as a walk with thoughts

chained to the horrors of man

poem of the day October 4


I was lingering

at the crossroad

when I came 

upon the crow

It was blacker then 

the darkest knight

and dressed from

head to toe

in robes of insanty

full of forbidden stitch

I thought Oh My

I am going to die

if I don't choose

which way and quick 

poem of the day October 3


The day reminded me

of Indian Summer

Perfect and warm

as only Fall can be

Yet I know it was not so

cause summer had not ended

The frost has not arrived

to kill the meadow grass

the food of butterflies

poem of the day October 2


How did the dew

get on  the meadow grass?

I'd like to know

It seemed only

a foggy dream

as i looked over

the same field

that just yesterday

had been full

of Autumn sunshine

Was it night tears

Night sweats

A random God

or Nature's best? 

poem of the day October 1

Everyone gets to decide

what they wish for

It takes no money

and is based on fantasy 

life's hopes and desire

The outcome of course

depends on cosmic luck

and sometimes your own actions

So be very careful

when throwing secrets

down the magic well