poem of the day February 28


Patches of snow

Ground brown

except where the

waters flows

There around the edges

of winter melting streams

are the hints of green

Sublime living slime

growing into spring

A place where

all things are full 

of hope and possibility

poem of the day February 27


It was a war of utter madness

A war that never can be won

An army of automatic violence

sold to each and everyone

It does not matter if you're black

It does not matter if you're white

It does not matter if you're wrong

It does not matter if you're right

It only matters if you have money

to buy a weapon full of very powerful fate

that turns sick angry men into beacons of lasting hate

poem of the day February 26


Have you ever driven in a clear fog

where the way is blinded by your own thick clouds

Is clarity the light out of the tunnel?

or just a beam of delusion shining

forth with no purpose other than

clearing a path through the desire 

fogging forth from deep within?   

poem of the day February 25


Illusive time

hides in plain sight

often forgotten

often lost

in laughter

in tears

yet measured by

precise precision 

which has me late

or early

for nothing but this poem

poem of the day February 24


What used to be

has been put in the boat

Launched in the past by

the fruit of misery

Peaches and apples

hung long ago on rusty hooks

baited the familiar traps

that hid in the waves

It was only the horse 

without swimming visors 

that was able to see the sea

poem of the day February 23


Mary had a little land

The land was full of snow

Joe plowed the endless road 

as far as time would go

He plowed the Virgin Mary 

with a path that would not show

His dreams were still too hidden

for the sun to make them grow

poem of the day February 22


I forgot all about last years mess

in the rush of New Year

but now a few sea voyages later

I see it emerging

from the whiteness

Bad art on velvet

scattered like bones

on the old highway

I call home

poem of the day February 21


The store had changed clothes

Gone were the jeans that

hung on time

Snug and tight

for so many years

I felt sad moving the stones

Everybody did

yet we held the blanket

by the corners full of love

as still lions moved through the door

poem of the day February 20


My robot and I

were taking a walk

far into the 21th century

It was a cosmic filled romp

through the valley of identity 

I was having a hard time

keeping up with this genius

who could climb the highest mountain

with super power ease

Who could solve complex problems

full of science and math

Who can do everything I can do

except how to laugh

poem of the day February 19


Some lives start with caviar

Some lives start with mush

but remember that food is nothing

without a recipe for love

poem of the day February 18


There are many paths between us

from the highway to the road

where ideas are often stumbled

inside the winding folds

Which ones are full of virtue?

Which ones are full of tolls? 

Which ones have shallow surface?

Which ones have grown too old?

And where are new golden ones

to drive the lives of souls?

poem of the day February 17


Tired lost planets

have to revolve 

around a sun

otherwise they end up

circling the same dark space

orbit after orbit

without light to shine their way

poem of the day February 16


A robin flew back

from another world 

to sit on my mind

The sun was warm

as it lit the orange breast

A sure sign of spring

I thought to myself

as I climb out of winter's shelf

poem of the day February 15


Lips upon a maple trunk

drinking the blood

of a living tree

Sweet drips of sap 

Spring sips of life 

I tap my way

through the sugar grove

glad that in the twenty-first century

Man can still enjoy the love of trees

poem of the day February 14

Valentines day is

a bad day to be a flower

especially a rose

Bouquet and bouquet 

are waiting  like dead angels

in shallow butcher shops

Red magnets of anticipation 

So beautiful to give their love

Their splendor in the world of cut desire

poem of the day February 13


An old broken clock

frozen on the mantle

sits with a Cheshire grin

no longer consumed

by the desire of time

No thought of seconds

minutes, even hours

and no more tick tock

to drive the day insane

poem of the day February 12


There are long and tangled songs

buried in the heart of most everyone

I am thinking of all ancient fables

wondering if any are really ever able to divine 

How to park a rainy car in the middle of snow storms

with those little wings made just of wishing angel clay

poem of the day February 11


Everybody brings their best

with golden intentions

full of wishes

standing in the skin

of all those souls before

I watch them approach

the dog fence of god

where live living fate

is as simple as good chocolate cake

poem of the day February 10

In a fine white coat

dawn reached the day

Galloping by night

helped by the light of a

withering moon

The Crone finger curled

wisely piecing the heart

into chambers where

love and hate mix

with memories

pumped into all types of future 

poem of the day February 9


"If you wait long enough

with the right intention

a magic wand will come down

to free you from yourself

no matter how full the mind

is with hungry emotion" said master

as he fed all the headless chickens

poem of the day February 8


The aftermath of a storm

is like a spent lover

in an unmade bed

tired and still

no thoughts of the past

only the open drift toward dawn

poem of the day February 7


I hear but do not see the very little chickadee

outside within the winter's snow

perhaps huddle on a forsythia branch

with no better, warmer place to 

Is she happy?

Is she sad?

Is she open?

Is she mad?

I listen to her voice again

reminded me I miss my friend

poem of the day February 6


"Maybe if you move the other way

you might get to where you are going"

Forward said to Backward

as they were stuck in line

somewhere up in last years's rodeo

poem of the day February 5


A speck of imagination

was left like crumbs

at a Sunday dinner

I knew the big game was wavy

but it did not stop me from

walking upon hot coals

that lined the highway

like pomegranates full

of red and gold temptation 

poem of the day February 4


Eyes of understanding

Ears of holy sounds

The voice is under water

in a manner to confound

The morning of the early dawn

is surrounded by the town

as everybody hurries

to find their friend

in the square

that's really round

poem of the day February 3


A grey dawn

darkens pure white snow

especially old footprints

that have already 

traveled the icy road

poem of the day February 2


A laugh floated

over the frozen pond

light and airily

into the stuck sides

of beaten down shores

Sand waiting for another war

The laugh was contagious

The waters began to melt

the long formed ice

until the laugh was shot down

by  waves  misunderstanding

the idea of understanding laughter

poem of the day February 1


A light snow

awakens the dawn

drifting dreams

settling back

into the soul

glimpses of light

inner and outer

greet rabbit day

with no thought 

of lurking shadows