Thursday, November 30, 2017

poem of the day November 30


The Earth was on life support
floating in space bloated
from too much indigestion
The green house gasses
stunk and could be smelt
from many planets away
Dr Jupiter took time out of
revolving the Sun to make
his very dire diagnose 
The Earth was going to die
unless she killed the cancer
The humans had spread
to every part of her body
and kept growing and growing
Dr Jupiter knowing there was not much time
prescribed an aggressive experimental  treatment 
Immediate meteor showers
Followed by yearly blasts of solar radiation

Wednesday, November 29, 2017

poem of the day November 29


Uncharted boats that travel
with constant oars of fear
have little thought of self direction
Helpless to the whim of rapids
Afraid of each whirling pool
Not knowing they are
floating on the river
Not part of the turbulent waters
that gather against the tide of life
The  ruthlessness boat helpless
unable to free the praying captain
Unable to understand clarity
that captains have to free themselves

Tuesday, November 28, 2017

poem of the day November 28


Something as simple
as a relaxed smile
can change the
point of view
on even those harden
lizard lips that
have spent a lifetime
barking orders
from an angry mind
Allowing the smile
deep into the heart
can change hate into love
so all can be well within the temple

Monday, November 27, 2017

poem of the day November 27


The twist tries to work
on the old grand line
trying to change
the familiar pattern
The one that brings
shame even to the 
thick skinned church sinners
who in the end
are only thinking about
themselves while
riding the leaking boat
full of whole holy holes
How long that battle lasts
before the dreams sink
depends on the essence
The angle of right and wrong

Sunday, November 26, 2017

poem of the day November 26


I was drinking tea
with a sage that
had walked lifetimes
in shoes of all sizes
all colors
all styles
The sage said it does not
matter if the shoes fit perfectly
on my feet or your feet 
or if one has feet at all
All that matters is that
one understands each lifetime
and the shoes needed to carry your well being
over roads made one step at a time

Saturday, November 25, 2017

poem of the day November 25


At a certain light
sometime after sunset
the intensity of approaching darkness
turns the sky into a primordial canvas
filled with the silhouette of naked November trees
Every detail of their ethereal branches fan toward heaven 
Their dark veins rising strong from the womb of earth
I am very aware of this special blue hue light
as it pours through the royal crown of rooted trees  

Friday, November 24, 2017

poem of the day November 24


This poem is 
for all those who
have stumped spellcheck
Rejoice in knowing you
have done your part
in stopping the machines
from taking over the
evolution of human imperfection
Today the machines call 
someone like me illiterate 
but be patient,  just wait 
Someday the machines will need
imperfect savants to bring
new words into a new word order
Words with great perfection
and deep sincere meaning 
such as my favorite "Icanots"

Thursday, November 23, 2017

poem of the day November 23


Someone is yelling at someone
who is yelling at someone
The world is full of unsettled fears
that come and go
with bursts of misunderstanding
The yelling a chanting
The early tribal call 
The anger is not lost in the wilderness
but in the traffic flow
The screeched horn of Sunday
elevated by the preaching band
grows the tempo to loud kernels 
full of amplified baseless fears
just the noise of the situation brings us
to the abyss of constant tears  

Wednesday, November 22, 2017

poem of the day November 22


All on the life boat
navigating the endless storm
Everyone pulled in
untethered  directions
One  storm after another
Anger storm
Fear storm
Jealous storm
Anxious storm
An ocean of worry
made of the Whether or Not
found inside of all Earthly Sailors
trying to sail the anchored  light

Tuesday, November 21, 2017

poem of the day November 21


The statue came alive
every morning after five
It had been placed long ago
by a window facing east
where it waited frozen 
full of dream like thoughts
in the body of a ballerina 
stolen from the imperial court
At a certain time the sun burst forth
to illuminate her angel face
and even though she did not move
Her cheeks flushed in warm embrace
but when the sun drifted away
she returned to those dreams
The frozen thoughts of yesterday

Monday, November 20, 2017

poem of the day November 20


It started with
one big happy family
carving themselves
a place in the universe
They worked together
on the fertile fields
removing rock after rock
eventually taming the wilderness
They organized the many rocks
piling them on top of each other
Over time without any one noticing
the pile grew so high
it turned into a mighty wall
Separating the land into two
Separating the family into two
but there was so much plenty
no one seemed to care
And after a few generations
no one knew each other
or the life on the other side of the wall
Then a giant storm came
turning the land of plenty
into the land of little
and that was when the war began

Sunday, November 19, 2017

poem of the day November 19


So an answer 
to a question
is the normal
way we rhyme
But only if we
answer them
are they not a
waste of time

Saturday, November 18, 2017

poem of the day November 18


The universes is speaking
about the direction of rape
How Men are always animals
from the Planet of the Apes
The Yang of every situation
includes the Yin of our mistakes
We all need to remember this
when walking toward the gate
that God if there is one
decides our cosmic fate
but if he really isn't a reality
then we must all drain this lake

Friday, November 17, 2017

poem of the day November 17


Romeo and Juliet
Louis and Marie Antoinette 
Couples I have never met
Couples that were so in love
they died together in romantic floods
I don't know much about their tragic lives
but just like the gangsters Bonnie and Clyde
I know every circumstance of how they died

Thursday, November 16, 2017

poem of the day November 16


Icicles on the cliff
hung over the hair pin curve
like long broad swords
waiting for Camelot
The arctic freeze
turned water drops into
strong young spines that
threatened to plunge
through the heart of
each passing car
such is the power of least resistance 

Wednesday, November 15, 2017

poem of the day November 15


It was another mass extinction
caused by well intention men
We all knew yet ignored the signs 
We all did very little to stop it
We were all too busy to care 
caught up with desire
the lust for a rich cozy life
full of ease, contentment with very little thought 
little free  thinking about anything
except the lust for more artificial skin
Everybody cried out but it was too late
to save the last original idea

Tuesday, November 14, 2017

poem of the day November 14


The art of picking perfection
the fruit of being perfect
is in the hands of man
that is where the problem stands
for what I want for my perfect plate
likely differs from your perfect fate
and because we attach ourselves 
to the wall of living lives 
What makes me crow
might make you cry

Monday, November 13, 2017

poem of the day November 13


The old meadow rock 
still sitting out there
surrounded by friends of grass
basking in the late afternoon sun
looked especially relaxed
So much so that I thought
I detected a knowing
stone like smile on it's granite lips

Sunday, November 12, 2017

poem of the day November 12


Ideas disappear
Places disappear
People disappear
It is all part of the flowers
The blooming of time
Each year the cords
slip further into the brine
marinating shiny new shoes
carrying a part of you away 
from the lives of yesterday
Oh how I wish to be back
in the primordial shack
eating apples with a friend
before the buoys were
lost at sea 

Saturday, November 11, 2017

poem of the day November 11


A blend of light
upon the cold dawn
The welcome stillness
like a blanket covering 
wind tired leaves
that yesterday had been
alive and dancing
I am among the waking souls
stirring within the hearth
watching the silent solitude
open the stark simplicity of fall

Friday, November 10, 2017

poem of the day November 10


I'm on a diet
I can't believe it
I have to lose 
the Taoist belly
I have cultivated
over many years of delusion
The diet was going really good
until I ate some chicken fingers
After the first greasy bite
I knew I had sinned
But I could not stop
the exquisite guilty pleasure
of eating forbidden fruit
The chicken fingers were great
The best I've ever had
It was then I understood 
what everybody on
a diet already knows
Cheating makes diets great
Who wouldn't sin for some chocolate cake

Thursday, November 9, 2017

poem of the day November 9


The lure of an island
surrounded by danger
Unreachable swells 
misunderstood
like vintage sailors
on a ghost ship
Not quite antique
but old enough 
to know life from death

Wednesday, November 8, 2017

poem of the day November 8


A flake or two
has mixed with dew
I sit and admire
the difference
between the two
So beautiful
Tiny snow drop
so perfect in your world
A frozen speck 
A one of a kind
A fragile gift from heaven
Pearly white
sitting on morning's
carpet of dew
Essence of earth
providing a glistening stew 
as I watch a sister as she melts from view

Tuesday, November 7, 2017

poem of the day November 7



It was a fad
just like the other fads
and I was afraid 
I would once again miss the train
People were painting 
their big toes red
and buying expensive glass boots
so they could bask in
the latest nonsense of vanity
the latest edge of insanity 
where we all secretly wish to be seen 
This time I had joined the line early
and was full of anticipation
as I waited for my paint job
but when I finally reached the front
they ran out of paint so once
again I missed a faded fate

Monday, November 6, 2017

poem of the day November 6


There is a new war out there
I have been watching
the bodies all lined up
on the evening news
59 DEAD
8 DEAD
26 DEAD
Each week the causalities keep adding up
fueled by the Angel of Death
riding the Horse of Hate
Not on a distant shore 
but in the HEART of America
the Land of the Great

Sunday, November 5, 2017

poem of the day November 5


An extra hour
to look at the flowers
How silly man
tries to command
illusive time that
keeps ticking
whether or not
we have turned
back the clock

Saturday, November 4, 2017

poem of the day November 4


Orange pink glow
in the morning sky
White ground frost
with green blades
of meadow grass
The silhouetted trees
are brown without leaves
Blue wisps emerging 
from clouds of grey
as I begin this autumn day

Friday, November 3, 2017

poem of the day November 3


A cord of wood
A music cord
A power cord
The cord of life
The umbilical cord
that connects all cords 
I think I'll have a cordial or two
to contemplate these cords of fate

Thursday, November 2, 2017

poem of the day November 2


Holes in a story
not caused by bookworms
or some insane author
Holes not even 
found in a book
Just little holes that
appear in the lives
of  humans when
remembering their
grand old moments
wrapped in a holy script
shot full of truthful time

Wednesday, November 1, 2017

poem of the day November 1


Frost all around
A magic carpet
made of dew
covering everything
from whim to sin
A fragile blanket
for life to ride over 
the troubled waters
that grow in the land like sea