poem of the day December 31


"What good are eyes

if all you see is the delusion

in a persons soul"

The truth watcher said

while collecting tickets

for the masquerade ball

poem of the day December 30


The old tree had 

fallen over the river

to become the only bridge 

able to connect here to there 

I crossed the divide of sides

carefully for all lost souls 

afraid of falling into the water

which rushed in non stop frenzy

Working so very hard to keep

separate ideas from joining

together in the common ground of love

poem of the day December 29


Just a ball

rolling down

over the path

of least resistance

There the bend in the river

calls out in familiar sirens

"Come here, I have gathered the gold"

In order to escape the lazy invitation

The ball has to bounce

to fly over sinking temptations

like a wild pitch thrown by

the long reach of the Moral Dog

poem of the day December 28


Ice clad branches

glisten in the grey

overcast early dawn

capturing the fleeting

sad beauty of life as

rain drops drip like tears

into a settled winter fog

poem of the day December 27


Time flies by

on fun busy days

Time stands still

on boring lazy days

What would the universe be

without the skin of wrinkled humans

to bend this reality into a most perfect delusion?

poem of the day December 26


The two Cyborgs

human except devoid of emotion

were hatched right before the landing

The voyage had taken many light years

to reach the third planet

of a small star known as the sun

Upon entering the atmosphere 

the spaceship lost power and

crashed into a vast green jungle

It was a miracle 

The two Cyborgs were alive

Nothing remained of the ship

except the emergency box

with the code name Pandora

Inside was a single bottle 

containing  survival emotions

The directions read:

Only to be taken as a last resort 

As soon as they drank the liquid

The Cyborg known as Adam

grew into a snake and bit the eager flesh of Eve

who was already eating an apple

as she waited in the garden of desire

poem of the day December 24


A small dusting

covers the meadow

Shifting sand full of

Frozen drop dreams

waiting for the hot sun

to melt into streams of desire

poem of the day December 23


The idea growing inside of trees

stays silent for generations

as buildings around come and go

with their songs of human woe

The only clue is a rooted trunk

that grew straight and true

as only tree grown wisdom do

poem of the day December 22

the angle has changed

the sun is on the way back

eternal hope is now pointing

toward the growing light

It is time for those sitting

in the dark to open both eyes

and lift their veil of darkness

poem of the day December 21


Dark to Light

on the edge

of change

sitting here

in a December rain

poem of the day December 20


A window is a glass eye

to see beyond the solid wall

A pass through gate

to separate souls

Opening and closing

like a merry-go-round

full of fleeting possibilities

What happens depends 

on whether one lives

inside or outside of their wall

poem of the day December 19


Packages going

every which way

twenty four hours a day

This constant packing

and unpacking of desire

is a full time job

of concern and fret

as we track

the life of gifts

Are they lost?

Are we lost?

Shouldn't  we be

more concerned with tracking

the gift of life?

poem of the day December 18


deep seated

negative emotions

have to be dug out

by the roots

which have grown strong

for many generations

festering in familiar ponds 

where the little bugs

live only for themselves 

not for the soul in which they live

poem of the day December 17


Watching last light of a short day

Clouds cover the scarce sun

making the shadows grow

into overwhelming blackness

filling corners like a slow creeping river

I waited as long as possible

wanting to feel the essence of pure darkness

wash over the room of a lost December day

poem of the day December 16


Echos from far away

are only heard by

those who imagine

more then the mundane

The pebble dropped in the sea

reaches the shore

no matter the distance

Yet most clams catch the tide

wide open and eager

but miss the sounds of subtle silence

poem of the day December 15


A lone leaf

on the maple tree

brown and dried

What does it cling for?

I ask my dogs

too busy to answer me

as they chased a squirrel 

up that tree

toward that leaf

still hanging free

poem of the day December 14


a drip here

a splash there

and soon 

the river's

bed is bare

poem of the day December 13


Rays from a lost star

drift by waiting souls

unaware of their journey

only the lack of light

not known until it is gone

poem of the day December 12


Inside feelings

grow in secret

stored by fantasy

What moves within

the human spirit 

but mind mixed reality

I see a sea gull flying

far away from native shores

Catching clams without a licence 

with old poems that came before

poem of the day December 11


Each day begins

Each day ends

like a grand routine

A cosmic performance

striving for a perfect universe

It is only the busy little ants

that can't see the divine happiness

so lost they are from the natural cycle of life

poem of the day December 10


Stars on a frozen night

appear brighter when one is outside

shivering in the predawn frost

Their lights seem to shimmer 

as if full of compassion

for those cold souls gazing 

so longingly at heaven

poem of the day December 9


So many words

to say nothing

So few words

to say something

The mind is a game

of confidence and clarity

where flowers merge 

the bloom of reality

poem of the day December 8


In a fountain

from a forgotten sea

lives water born of liberty

An eagle flying very low

scoops the river from below

Then soars up high beneath the skies

where Gods debate the fate of flies

poem of the day December 7


The long line of birches

battered by a very cold violent rain

swept down over the long road

like praying palms blessing the way 

All were shaped together by the wind

except for two standing on either side of extreme

One had been bent into a perfect circle

A perfect dream tunnel in which to see the future

The other stood tall straight mirroring a proud oak

with a strong backbone unmoved by forces of change

I kept thinking of their individual nature 

and what made them different from the rest of the birches

Was it just the movement of luck wind and rain?

poem of the day December 6


Grain of wood

Grain of sand

Particles with directions

to play in the band

I navigate the river inside the branch

as I float on an atom as big as an ant

asking why does Grain have a part and a flow

perhaps we need both to travel the go

poem of the day December 5


A tree becomes

a piece of furniture

in the afterlife

A mink becomes

a very warm coat

in the afterlife

While a  human

sitting in a chair

wearing a nice fur becomes

nothing but a dead memory after life 

unless there really is a heaven

poem of the day December 4


see-saw

up and down

center stays the same

It is only the ends

that rise and fall

to counter the balance

of a floating soul

poem of the day December 3


The course of many a ship

throughout time has been

plotted by precise delusion

Planned emotional misleading

advise of the righteous uprooted

The talking heads of  Broadway

are full of themselves

thanks to the art of makeup men

The advise given is captured

in lasting detailed depression

recorded by the camera of misery

The longing lens of what ones wants

and what one can have

becomes the razor's edge of sanity

that lives within the face of the figurehead

as the ship sails through oceans bound by reality

poem of the day December 2


Here we are

once again

Once upon a time

in my much imagined mind

drinking wine straight from the vine

in a perfect little Paris boat

floating slowly down the river Seine

looking for the golden dock

where the Chariot of Camelot 

waits to pick the wishing up

with dreams so hidden from the oyster world

they're only found in frozen pearls

poem of the day December 1


Do words have power

without emotion

or are they loaded vessels

waiting for a human spark

Do guns have power

without emotion

or are they loaded vessels

waiting for a human spark

Something to think about

while stringing lights on the inner Christmas Tree

poem of the day November 30


Day before December

and we are losing light

two minutes a day

A slow drip of a time candle

I am trying to make myself

a boat in this darkness

hoping to float toward

the sun that I know

is waiting at the end of the tunnel

poem of the day November 29


snags happen

lures get stuck 

kites hit trees

ropes do tangle

cars break down

now I understand

smile to frown

poem of the day November 28


Life has landed on Mars

grown in a love vessel

that has lasted months

A new soul has started

the first breath of his journey

surrounded by unconditional love

poem of the day November 27



Sitting by the stove

watching snow fall

on the morning light

Shadows lift off  time

evaporating all dreams

gathered in the night

poem of the day November 26


It would be

a much better world

a more harmonious world

a more giving world

if only Shakespeare

had let Romeo and Juliet 

live a long life together

in a land full of eternal love

poem of the day November 25

I often wonder

where one goes

when the water

runs out of hose

For all connections from

a long loved bell

start as sap within the well

poem of the day November 24

I am wishing for tomorrow

while living through today

Got my inclination

in time and space

dressed up in

an imagination

of the future

playing in a band

with a song of the past

presently waiting in the boredom

for the morning train

poem of the day November 23


The collective soul

immersed in humanity

has no rules of sanity

Only the force of power

controlled by wind-full flows

whether guns or words

by devils or gods

The sea still tides

with the light of the lamb

reflects these verses

upon the man

We stand on the beach

of right and wrong

The face on the nation

Frosted pillar of stone

poem of the day November 22


The road was lit with candles

The light cast upon the highway

merged shadow like with moon sips

I drank in the fairy land luster

watching the history of time

Roman chariots

Prairie wagons

Pontiacs and Fords

I saw foot prints 

both soul and soulless

wandering in all directions

covering the sea with

a carpet of karma

weaving the past and present

into the vastness

we all call home

poem of the day November 21


"Why is love so strange insane?"

asked Water of the falling Rain

"It takes the tunnel of the drain

for love to change from strange to sane"

Rain answered Water on the plane

while both were flying love clouds toward Spain

poem of the day November 20


The Robots are coming

The Robots are coming

One if through man

Two if through screen

The robots are coming

Nightmare or dream?

poem of the day November 19


A run down fence

overgrown with time

holds no livestock

other then memories

of strong old farmers 

plowing the imagination

of long lost lives

poem of the day November 18


Watching rage on TV

Don't know whether it is

man made or natural

But I am not talking

about the weather

How did hate become

so common?

Was is just

to star

in the tar

of an unsettled movie?

Yet we all stay tuned

waiting for the sequel

Buying lottery tickets

where one day

the boats are so full 

of greed they implode

only to sink

into the great mire

of lost bottom egos

There they litter the abyss

next to the God they use

to rape love into desire

All this fortune

was foretold by

the sex robots

full of unwanted

human traits

yet irresistible

like a good red apple

poem of the day November 17


I see the simmer

of the silhouette

Tiny branches tingling

through the frost of dawn

Though there was no wind

to move this beauty

so stark against

the fallen snow

I knew the story

that was being told

the old maple was shivering

from the silent cold

poem of the day November 16


Snow changes the landscape

Snow covers imperfection

Covers the discarded 

making the forgotten appear

as beautiful bounded royal angels

A winter nest for drifting dreams

I am looking out the window

watching falling white flakes

fill the farm with lovely fragile eggs

marveling at the slow dance of snowy romance

better then the running wet of raining water

poem of the day November 15


When a storm

is a brewing

we remember

all things

that were not done

In a panic

we see the approaching future

Snow blankets covering the easy

Pretty but with an unpleasant afterglow

But panic made me busy

and I am happy to say

the wood so very unattended all summer

is now stack in the shed

Every log split carefully

like seeds within a row

Only now I am very  tired

from working all day long

and only want to dream

this night of warming pleasant poems

poem of the day November 14


"Why can't I find the way of the circle"

the lost hiker shouted in frustration

as the words began to echo

like a boomerang up the ridge

unaware of the roundness 

that surrounds every mountain

poem of the day November 13


I have a new mantra

It appeared in

a far away dream

where imagination

becomes reality

Mind Thoughts

Stem Cells

Changed Cells

but only if one

believes in Santa Clause

and has the will to practice 

these simple words

poem of the day November 12


To push or pull

to climb a hill?

Mind intent

OR

Brute force

It all depends

on your back of course

poem of the day November 11


Bridges over rivers

many moons ago

ten sleeps from Nirvana

I saw the sunrise

come out of madness

with insane eyes

that could not cry

poem of the day November 10


It was there

within the ruins

of a well eaten meal

Crumbs left for dog like men

who fought over every naked bone  

The food had been chosen

to burn the promised land

And all eyes were on the fiddler 

as he played the endless band

poem of the day November 9


A happy life within 

frozen half circle lips

depends mile after mile

on whether one frowns 

or whether one smiles

poem of the day November 8


Apples and Oranges

both grow on trees

comparing them

as different  is

a calculated way

of keeping fruit apart

Sort of like comparing

Black and White

faces of humans

as having nothing

in common but hate

though both grow on the tree of love

poem of the day November 7


Does sleep erase

the patina of life?

Clean the emotions

of the daily toil

stirred by thoughts

of pressures boiled?

I guess it depends

on the direction of

the galloping mare

and what one wears

when they go to the fair

poem of the day November 6


The soul lives

inside a hole

deep beneath 

the bed of bones

in the vessel

we call home

poem of the day November 5


The leaves were behaving very human

They danced over the blacktop

playing like they owned the big top

Thousands of them were standing upright

twirling along in spontaneous choreograph perfection

I watched their performance in complete awe  

spellbound as life began to arise 

with just the wind to make leaves live

pom of the day November 4


We have lost savings time

Now back into real time

A see-saw of human delusion

based on nothing more then

the abstraction of pure light

that comes down from the sun

The same light as yesterday's time

except in the clocks of human minds

poem of the day November 3


When a lodestar of understanding

breaks apart for all to see

Hidden anger will be in colored lifeboats

floating on an uneven sea

I saw the wise-en seagull flying

flying circles I had seen before

maybe in some fancy restaurant

just before some fancy war

poem of the day November 2


The creeping sound

of a dawn lit rain

awakens sleep

like an out of tune radio

seeping like wet plaster

into  lovely dreams of far away delights

poem of the day November 1


An floating soul gets lost

in a land of contracted minds

shrunken heads like prunes

watching imagination pour

out of  little screens born of

someone else's mind

poem of the day October 31


The simple touch of touch

physical mental spiritual

the need to receive the intertwine

of belonging to life

the simple note

the full embrace

the curl of a cat

the wag of a dog

the bliss of being wanted

wanting to taste the divine

wanting experience the sublime

I see the imperfect world

made perfect by the warm

touch of merging love

open arms of lovely hugs

poem of the day October 30

The same but different

different but the same

The equation of life with time 

Universal moments of ordinary change

Frozen water on a melted highway

Ice riding on the river

possibilities separated only by a few degrees 

I watch all boats very carefully for swimming souls that could be me

poem of the day October 29


The direction  of all destiny 

is up to down, left to right

like a wind in a land of more or less

The depth of a person's inner soul

is marked by the flowing water within

not channeled by where one swims

Yet old light in a tunnel does not guarantee

the opening of a very natural destiny

It all depends on a place in line

and if your dreams could be my mind

poem of the day October 28


a simple pleasure 

of sleeping late

catching up on

a river of dreams

awakening to lights

that came before

trying to remember

who entered my door?

poem of the day October 27


The whiteness of the virgin snow

upon the autumn landscape

looked out of place for October

Unexpected drops on a world of color

covering dead leaves and flowers 

Would be very bittersweet poignant 

if not for little lost lilies spreading hate

out of the mouth of the whited torch leader

poem of the day October 26


Change happens constantly

whether one is ready or not

conscious or unconscious

very fast or very slow

reminding me of mountains

that grow out of the earth

big long strong tall

but eventually melt

like a huge ball of wax

into new surroundings 

filling the valley below

one day at a time

poem of the day October 25

A lingering

awaiting

the twix

of times

Someplace

between

sleep and soul

Dreaming of

morning light

like rainbows full of endless love

trying to reach each other

in the slip of far away ships

poem of the day October 24


Around 

Around

the circle large

riding the wibbly womb

on a wobbly rim

full of everything

but nothingness

The constant pressure

of gravity pushing

down on the trodden

filling them with darts of ideas

that puff out of big clouds

usually used for canning fish

not driving the iron ship off course 

with a wiggle waggle pushed from the lips of time

poem of the day October 21

"How to balance

the human stalk

as it walks its way

toward the boarder

depends on the morality

from which they are made"

God said to the next generation of  angels

trying to help the poor souls consumed by love and hate

All were sad that life had evolved way beyond fate and mate

poem of the day October 22


A long way in miles

Many steps of perfection

The old dog sits on the porch

waiting for new arrivals

wondering who will be first

to bring the bone shoes 

fresh from another lifetime

in which to walk the seven seas

poem of the day October 21


Give the branded better branding

to compete against tattoos

make them art works of self expression

instead of punishment by public humiliation

Though they look so very similar upon the lovely skin

one is a map of magic meaningful journeys 

while the other IDs one marked of sin

But for the casual observer who stares at both cheeks

it is hard to tell whose living hell

from those who're super chic

The only one that can tell the difference of the painted onion ball 

is the one who wears the marks that cover their inner soul

poem of the day October 20


a still morning

no sound to the light

I wonder what the last

of the leaves think about

as they wait for a wind

to ride out their Karma

like a proud flag wavering 

before a useless dead war

poem of the day October 19


I saw an eagle

on a branch

in the pouring rain

puffed out feathers

making the bird look

like a white mink coat

Warm and stoic

the bird stared

at each passing car

locking eyes with

those that question 

the direction of freedom

poem of the day October 18



To go through the motions

without true understanding

allows indecision to creep

into each and every deep joint

forcing other muscles to react

to the circling fear of words

as the ball flies over the long net

like a drone from someone else's mind

poem of the day October 17


the simplicity 

of splitting wood

so basic human

man with maul

meets grain of wood

the test of endurance

one swing at a time

until the pile grows

into winter's stove