poem of the day December 31


The old ending

The new beginning

Souls all stirring

their homemade stew

Happy sad ingredients

sprinkled with time

It does not matter

if the long song rhymes

poem of the day December 30


In the moment

there is time

or no time

depending if you are

thinking about something

while living something else

The waves break on the shore

not bounded by the size of giant shrimp

I saw the  many possibilities while

staring at nothing new but new nothings

allowing me to realize

What I see

What you see

has no power over present reality

poem of the day December 29


I am searching

for the perfect stone

as I walk the coast

Thousands of footsteps

over the rocky shore

Nudging water lapping

at the edge of the tide

There I see my prize

the most beautiful 

blue round earth sphere

I reach for eternity but

a rogue waves comes

out of fate and when

it recedes the stone

has disappeared 

poem of the day December 28


I was looking

at old pictures

as I imagine everyone has

Not ones of ancestors

but strange souls  aboard a ship

How smug some looked 

in a regal  aura of air

How tired some looked

with untouched hair

I thought of life captured 

under the pressure 

of all lost moments 

once lived on our star

Their memories were frozen

but the world has traveled far

poem of the day December 27


Drips seeping

from rigid fountains

All primed with hate

Left hate

Right hate

Hike the money ball greed

The great fish bowl fight

over the flavored water 

both need to breath

Seems really strange

so much emotional pain

used to spike convenient  morality

while we lose the soul

without knowing it

one drop at a time

poem of the day December 26


What to think of a thinker

takes a lot of thinking

about what thinking is

Is it a set of facts

a memorized dazzle

spouted by pontificators

well dressed and

sitting on the same fence?

Is it the fool on the hill

drinking cannonballs

full of spontaneous wisdom

without anyone to listen?

Is it full or empty?

Is it needed or not?

One thought is for sure

All this thinking

has cluttered my mind

It is time to turn on the TV

poem of the day December 25


There is a calm

a certain ephemeral

quick silver 

I feel every Christmas

up early before

the excited storm

Everyone still asleep

The silent tree lit 

with red and green lights

flickering the play between stop and go

I sit on this see-saw of memories and anticipation

blended into the magic pulse

found only on Christmas time

poem of the day December 24


It was the maybe

in the be may

The maybe of be me only

that had the world on edge

It was very easily seen

on either side

of the self imposed fence

The very beautiful mirrored wall

was full of insulated bricks

Full of emotional cracks

that shouted out anger

to all those souls

living in torment

Nothing but hate

was allowed to spread

over the righteous sea

Yet everyone did agree 

on one thing that was

not maybe but be may

Misery  loves company

poem of the day December 23


Sunset on the famous

Santa Monica pier

I am surrounded by

paparazzi taking

pictures of themselves

The pier is so crowded

I can't walk two steps

without being in 

someone's selfie

The sun is cut flat

Impressive big orange

falling into the pacific

A beautiful Christmas ornament

for the many tourists

The only ones not impressed

by all the excitement 

are the fishermen

focused only on their baited rods

in hope of catching supper

poem of the day December 22


I was looking

at the silhouettes flicker

on the white wall

as the sun shown

through the vines

growing on the

ugly  fence that

guarded the house

from itself

It transformed  

the stark reality

of urban city life

into works of art

only seen during

the light of a Los Angeles day

poem of the day December 21


For a look into the well 

One has to peer deep

inside the inner tube

where battles rage day and night

fueled by the light of life

To get past that door

some use a rainbow candle

but be careful not to have too many handles

poem of the day December 20


I was inside

the castle

trying to turn

on the light

I did not know

which switch

was wrong

which switch

was right

I guess it depends

on the rest of my mood

whether I light

the room for what it is

or light only what I see

poem of the day December 19


Only a few more 

days of dark

until the light returns

A strong long pulse

A strong long breath

The Earth swings back

toward the sun

like a pendulium

changing the guards

within all of us

as we adjust

our  fragile emotional lines

to the rhythms of time   

poem of the day December 18


It is hard to be perfect

humanly impossible

I certainly am not

but I am able 

to enjoy all 

the perfect robots

as they walk 

down the runway

in machines judged

by the imperfection

of  imperfect man

poem of the day December 17


Fiddle or Violin

depends upon 

the mind within

So serious 

So whimsical 

One instrument 

of wooden wings

with different music

played by four same strings

An Irish Reel

A Classical Quartet

Uplifting dreams

to somber cries  

Opposite shores

of the same wave

Who takes the bow

to play the band

decides the instrument

in their hand

poem of the day December 16


I like the way

the sun puts

a glaze on the snow

illuminating the whiteness

into splendid winter candy 

Reminds me of yummy doughnuts

all sinful and glistening 

Makes me want to go out

and sink my boots into a mouthful

poem of the day December 15


Icicles drape the windows

A hundred samurais

with sharpen spears

slowly grow between a few degrees 

on either side of frozen

In these times it reminds me of life

Where armies wait for orders 

guarding parallel lines between

a few degrees of love and hate

slowly dripping towards war one drop at a time

poem of the day December 14


I picked up a penny today

It was face down but I thought that was OK

I immediately decided to play the lottery

I spend two bucks on a scratch game

one where you had to get some numbers the same

I got everyone but the one I needed and ended up

with a two dollar loss so I took the penny 

and gave it a toss cause I should have remembered

a face down penny means its luck had been lost

poem of the day December 13


Sometimes miracles happen

and subconscious conscience

allows good to triumph over evil

Allowing the true God to stop

bigots preaching as godly men 

Yes Virginia there is a Santa Claus

SWEET HOME ALABAMA!

poem of the day December 12


A fine example

inside of you

Inside of me

just waiting to express

illusive creativity 

We just have to find it

under all the skins we wear 

from Mary Poppins

to Fred Astaire

It can not be touched

by rays of thought

by lighting candles

in the dark

It has to come from the well

where deep within the bones of marrow

lives the secret of the channel

poem of the day December 11


Why are elections 

now like a godly revival?

Is it because 

every hotel room

has a bible?

Often found in the drawer

between the beds

the new book of scriptures says

the Virgin Mary gives good head

poem of the day December 10


The blanket covered everything

with a stillness of pure white

It covered branches like yin to yang

It fell into the cracks of the stonewall

clinging to the ledges like salt to pepper

The road was plowed by big machines

that spread the blanket into white like mounds

lining the road with new dimensions

The stillness sank deep into the meadow

draping the milkweed like fine cotton curtains

The sky grey white with little light reflecting

held the first winter snow like a mother holding

a new born wrapped in a world of stark purity

The only blemish on the white winter world was the blue jay

flying like it always does toward dawn

poem of the day December 9


Underrated pleasures abound

Even in these most troubling times

They let you forget about 

World War, famine, disease 

All apocalyptic predictions 

that can unsettle even a settler

All you have to do is sit back and enjoy

The morning sun hitting your face

A hot long shower after a dirty day

The pleasure of dinner with friends

A refreshing swim on a summer lake

All things that do not take any effort

except allowing yourself to feel

the bliss of catching a fish 

poem of the day December 8


I feel the pulse

of the Earth

every morning

just as night

turns to day

I feel the throb of life

the exhale of the old

the inhale of the new

Blessed light from the fountain

as it opens my mountain

poem of the day December 7


Everybody wants to be an old soul

whether or not they remember

or even believe in past lives

But why does everybody want to be an old soul?

Because old souls are wise from many lifetimes

and know the many passages of time

But why is that an aspiring virtue?

Does not it mean you have been

reliving the same stale karma for generations

soul trapped on the wheel of suffering?

Maybe it is better to be a new soul

A fresh visitor just out of the primordial womb

able to feel the intense purity of first life

poem of the day December 6


Beacons of hypocrisy

swim among tides of evil

Godly men with young harems

living out fantasies

eat  black and white cake from

the lips of  angry riotous sinners

All hoping the pretend emperor 

will throw his pretend clothes

down to the floor of the desperate 

poem of the day December 5


Perspective

swinging on the 

perch of opinion

had many faces

as it clung to all

sorts of jagged ideas

born from the combination

of emotion and power  

manipulated by false gods who wore robes

of big flat loud barking angry screens 

that had no real foundation

other then mortal words

in which to control  lost souls

wanting only to belong but

unable to think for themselves

poem of the day December 4


Still calm no storm

cold December morn

Wood stove toasty

as I  look through

frosty windows 

on to trees

that appear 

stark naked against

the grey of today

poem of the day December 3


Increase and decrease

some weird type of pulse

that hangs like mist

on light falling rain

Neither wet nor dry

with no place to hide

time builds  a river

full of locks  controling

the flow of all boats

that are riding these 

changing waves

with their sails full of breath

poem of the day December 2


What pony would you pick

if you had to pick real quick?

Which pony would you choose

if you had nothing left to lose?

What pony would you ride

if  time was on your side?

And finally for all to see

Which pony would you hug

if you only had one to love?

poem of the day December 1


A familiar song

opens pathways

inside the soul

A flash back to

driving over the hill

in search of old friends

living within the same song

Time comes flooding back

and although those memories

are many miles long gone

they live each time I hear the song