poem of the day January 31


The dogs have been hunting 

the cat food again

All of them lined up 

like the three Dogateers

All for one One for all 

they all shout as

the first dog rushes the cat 

who scatters away

leaving the food unattended

I run toward the cat bowl

but the dog with great ears

jumps on me in pretend affection

I am momentarily consumed

stunned by the sudden dog love 

That is when the third one 

the sneaky one grabs the bowl 

spilling it  all over the floor

Where the three of them fight

each other for every morsel 

while the cat and I are unable

to do anything but watch

the Dogateers clean up the mess

poem of the day January 30


Watching flowers in a vase

so fragile a moment

Cut buds opening 

like lost far away stars

embracing long gone light

Emotions rooted to nothing

but temporal refection 

A bloom onto others 

able to shine

into all human hearts

with pearls of bittersweet beauty

poem of the day January 29


Lost to found

Found to lost

I can't find

the ball I tossed 

but I am reminded of

my mother's words

as I search among the birds

Things are never really lost

They know exactly where they are

hiding somewhere within our star

poem of the day January 28


The dog outside meditating

I am watching from inside

She has not moved 

Not one little paw in

over ten minutes

She is facing due south

The sun is hidden by

grey clouds of sunrise

I wonder where her mind travels

as she sits tree like

on this Sunday morning

poem of the day January 27

Walking on the edge

exciting for some

fearful for others

but dangerous for all

We run into our direction

propped up by blood

tied to small inner tide

Fear and courage

like waves spilling out

hitting the beach

The grains of sand

are served quick silver style

on both sides of Mercury cliff

I see the edge before me

The same circle edge that

existed before time

I crawl as a baby

full of primordial anticipation

peering over the divide

It is so beautiful

I am so fearfully excited

The perfection of  danger

knows when to hide

poem of the day January 26


Contentment

Relaxation

Total well being

are buried in the vessel well

Well hidden by the many

walls that grow inside

clinging to nothing

but the eruption of 

floating tides of gibberish 

that drown the very essence

of harmony we are all

trying to grow

I think the trick

is allowing the

river to flow

poem of the day January 25


In the heat of life

a fan full of ideas

sometimes gets so hot

it becomes impossible

to cool fluttering emotions

no matter how many

times the eagle flaps its wings

poem of the day January 24


First thoughts

of the morning

I assume everybody has them

but what do they contain?

Dreams from the night before?

Pressures of the day?

Unsettled questions from yesterday?

Or maybe something very instinctual 

very primordial like the smell,of coffee

drifting up the morning stairs

poem of the day January 23


Me and My Sidekick

were hunting for

the perfect icicle

not the ones that

grow on houses

but the ones alive 

living in meadow streams

I sent him down 

before the culvert

where we spotted

them lined up like 

frozen soldiers

on a maple branch

that bridged the water

on either side of 

sugar house stream

He brought back

a perfect dagger

that glistened

in the afternoon sun

the taste was Nirvana

We both agreed

it was very very good

this natural mix

of water and wood

poem of the day January 22


And yes

there is

a reason

for every

single act

but many do

not realize

the fact 

within the stack

The dreams of

understanding

are piled up in views

that will include

the many parts of

old and younger you

poem of the day January 21


Interpreting energy

without a translator 

the two sides relied

on brute force

which of course

pushed up the mountains

so much that there

were now two sides 

vying for the little stream

that cut deep into the hearts

of all souls tethered

to the great green fence

that stood watch

over the land of living fools

When God came down

bearing gifts of great compassion

he was mistaken for a dog

and leashed to will of the 

very sinners he had come to save

poem of the day January 20


The fresh sun

upon a mid-January day

is sometimes better 

then the rays of May

Snow glistening 

The sun warm 

The air cold but inviting

The mixing of nothingness

catches the attention of

two birds chatting on

a telephone pole

I watch them fly off

with the morning light on their backs

into the middle of the long month

into the direction of the sun

embracing the hints of spring

poem of the day January 19


I was a little wobbley

when I walked upon the moon

The angle of the setting sun

had messed with my balloon

but still I trudged on 

with each and every step

to try to find the way

out of my cosmic mess

Then I saw the Russian flag

hanging on the Trump hotel

It was then I realized the

moon was of really made of cheeze

with a frosting made from hell

poem of the day 18


I am trying to read

the Ashes in the 

old wood stove

looking for the pattern 

For the essence of how

the world will turn 

The fate of the future

is all there within the firebox

I look very deep into

the soul of the swirls  

teaming ash full of information

I see something very profound

Something that changes everything

I hear the oracle of the stove speak out

"Add more wood or you will have no more heat" 

poem of the day January 17


Gentle snow

settles the dawn

as I look out

onto my mother Earth

I am a small speck of dust

able to watch

able to absorb her fullness

Happy that she loves me

but not knowing

what I give her in return

for I am part of nothing man

bearing no gifts

from the taker clan

poem of the day January 16


I am on the sea

that can not see

I am the boat 

of every destiny

Where waves along

the wetter way

behave like tides

on a windy day

If only my eyes

could see the rain

then I'd know for sure 

Spanish boots are only

sometimes made in Spain

poem of the day January 15


The emotions of a big game

can transfix all those watching

Sharpening the razor's edge

Churning unsettled frenzy

to cut deep into the national divide

where US and THEM become teams

sailing toward different shores

in tides that threaten the fabric of America

poem of the day January 14


Something satisfying about

burning old papers in a wood stove

I am watching a bonfire from the past

Ancient junk mail

Bank statements

Insurance bills

A flier for Y2K

and how to survive the day

Everything was dated

long passed their prime

Yet they were still able to 

provide me with some comfort

from the heat that had lingered 

patiently within their forgotten folds

poem of the day January 13


River becomes Road

is not the name

of a country song 

It is just my driveway 

after the storm 

Outside my window 

the road is no more

My basement is flooded

two feet from the floor

All I can do is dig out the mud

that appeared out of nowhere

from this January flood 

poem of the day January 12


I just bought a good old dream machine

while I was shopping in last night's dream

In it was a dream about me and you

about the time we lived in the zoo

Only now I do not remember who was who

except I knew the dream I dreamed was very true

poem of the day January 11


Sitting on the altar

among many other Buddhas

was a very fat laughing Buddha

made of wax with a wick

sticking out the top of its heavenly head

It made me think of the fragile

nature of life, the worry of life

how everything can change

at any instant with the strike of a match.

Yet there was the happy wax Buddha

surrounded by bronze indestructible bothers 

sitting unconcerned with its karma 

a full smile brimming from his jolly lips

aware of nothing but the joy within

the joy of each passing moment

poem of the day January 10


A field of understanding

inside each and every soul

depends upon the vessel

and the thoughts each vessel holds

What will be within a body

takes a lifetime to unfold

so be careful not to rip apart

the center of your soul

poem of the day January 9

One thing leads to another

tis an endless cycle

A merry-go-round

full of circles that surround

my life your life

all the world moving

in round random emotions

attached to each other

by cords visible or invisible 

some strong some not

such is the way of all human

bugs on the planet earth

living under the canopy

of made up dreams

while traveling the speed of light

poem of the day January 8

A long train

with a golden whistle

played the tracks

like it was king

The sounds would carry

for many a mile

without a thought

of who had won

But when the record keeper 

boarded with red apples

I knew the song

was owned by guns

Yet it did not matter

to the golden whistle

who kept playing tracks till the train was gone

poem of the day January 7


Time is free

it happens

each and 

every second 

It is only man

that puts a price

a value

on the priceless

Perhaps because 

time marks each

tick of our mortality

poem of the day January 6


The first delusion

The second delusion

The floating apple turned grey

by the third delusion

Tossed by pride and ego

battered by lust and fury

The wave tried to pick 

the apple out of the colorless ride

but there were too many tides 

where the apple could hide

poem of the day January 5


I wonder if the wind

is aware of its own chill?

I see cold air blowing

snow over the meadow

covering time lost

in a frigid white forest 

The warmth of the kitchen

my fragile illusion is interrupted by a strong gust

The cold paws of the wind

claw through the cracks 

eager to show me the meaning of chill

poem of the day January 4



Playing with moulton lava

trying to ride the fine line

somewhere between 

a mountain and a volcano 

Knowing that stability and

instability is only an eruption away

poem of the day January 3


The open moon

illuminated sparse 

passing clouds

with a pink haze

seldom seen

even in the best of dreams

It was as if the moon

was dressed full with

more then the refection

of a hidden sun

poem of the day January 2


The cold was clinging

even to those who love cold

I heard many complaints

as I wasted time at the supermarket

until I came to the frozen section

where they had ice cream on sale

Buy one get One free

Everything changed

Cold was now the new Hot

I saw many a bundled person

buying a winter's worth

poem of the day January 1


Returning to the cold

the early dawn cold

The frozen sun has not yet

reached the ice blanket

hanging over the meadow

The only sign of life

are the birds huddled on

branches too cold for humans