poem of the day March 31


The blue moon set in western sky

just as the morning sun began to rise

Light to light bathed all night long

the torch of angels lit the ground

I faced due south like a pillar of stone

to wait for Jesus to come home

poem of the day March 30


We visit time each second

unable to stay any longer

then a brief moment

These visits of our living 

are washed full of memories

clinging like sails to the past

Lives always flapping but mostly unaware

Long tiny ships move with the wind

as time breaks into the ice of the future

poem of the day March 29


Last night I was watching

jets fly in the sunset sky

Watching the way their plume trail 

merged with the late light clouds

They appeared to come together

to form a huge canopy tree

a huge wonderful omnipotent tree

that washed over me like a vision

of what can be within the same eternity

poem of the day March 29


Patches of brown

with a hint of green

framed  by old snow

melting the old meadow

Watching my dogs chase mice

while living their dream life

Just another early spring painting 

of an old New England farm

Colonial house with timber framed barn

poem of the day March 27


"Don't be a guest along the way"

mind complained to body as mind dragged

its out of shape aching glob of life around

like a unwanted stubborn dog reluctant 

to do anything but bark from the depth

of mind's own homemade sinking age hole 

poem of the day March 26


Robots are now arranging

humans marriages 

Steel matchmakers

armed with artificial intelligence

are able to tell the future

better then a band of gypsys

Able to predict lasting relationships 

just by interpreting heart data

without the worry of silly emotions

getting caught in the beats of love

poem of the day March 25


I wish I was a maple tree

on a sunny spring day

feeling the sap

rush up my back

from the center of the earth

all the way to heaven

with nothing more in mind

than the desire to follow the sun

poem of the day March 24


The God of art

teaches the soul of

primordial expression

Random gestures 

Spontaneous interpretation

of divine sublime perfection 

From where

From when

First cave man

to first grader

The ideas are

born from blooms from within

poem of the day March 23


Changing your door

to swing from in to out

is very profound

It changes the direction

to open possibilities

but only if one is able

to break the familiar pattern

of swimming inside

stale thought of themselves

poem of the day March 22


A couple of old boy scouts

were still able to go

out in the woods

to light a magic fire

with nothing but a single match

some birch bark and dry branches

So glad we still have wild trees

alive in the twenty first century

poem of the day March 21


Does not really

feel like spring

Cold and still

farm full of snow

yet the Earth 

is here again

At the equinox 

fully centered

angled to the sun

Half way between

the twixt of time

enjoying a joke

on human kind

poem of the day March 20


In the middle

between two ends

is where compromise begins

Take all the anger

throw it away

spit it to heaven

get out of the way

Warm all the frozen

with the heat of the heart

melt away fear

that starts at the top

Grow all courage from

the soils of Earth

let waters be rivers

rushing confidence to stars

remember true happiness

is rarely found at the bar

So take all these sayings 

love what your seeing

allow yourself the wave of well being

poem of the day March 19


The smoke behind the mirror

attracted little flame

It was only a birthday candle in the igloo

shinning on cold walls

Weak but strong enough

to reflect icy light on

fog frozen souls consumed

by the refection of others

poem of the day March 18


Walking in the valley

between mountains

on every side

Tips full of volcanoes

raining down on

random lives

The lava comes

from deep within

Golden light to touch

the fire of a soul

The question I have

for everyone

Is what the light 

does or does not hold?

poem of the day March 17


A car too full riding twenty

drove roads of hardly any

Far off hills  flush with many

would not give even a penny

which made car driving twenty

run out of life in land of plenty 

poem of the day March 16


The universe is full

of the essence of love

where we can all join

in joyful happiness

but only if we allow ourselves

to open our pumping heart

I think the best way

is to point each beat in the right direction

poem of the day March 15


I heard tell

of a special room

up in the sky

with perfect pitch

Just a  breath 

in and out 

of life and death

Where all one has 

is the skill of will

Seat belt on

Seat belt off

Hike the ball

above the cross

Walk the angel 

but tie your rope

tightly with the knot of hope

poem of the day March 14


A little piece of the grind

The daily tax of time

Each day wearing away 

the ever moving present

A silent carver carving each moment

with or without the wood block knowing

Such is the art of the grand master

poem of the day March 13


The angels of  snow

follow wind's direction

with no life on their own

Blowing flakes falling North to south

A million drops of tiny wings

flutter without much sound

I watch a sugar bucket on a maple tree

get covered with pure fresh virginity

And I think to myself 

I would like to be 

You would like to be

We all want to be 

covered in the clarity of pure purity

poem of the day March 12


Pulling a canoe up a stream

makes very little sense

unless it is part of a dream

where I am sure 

it makes perfect sense

but unfortunately I woke up

without a clear mandate

about water or drops of time

poem of the day March 11


Chasing the future

in a driver-less car

gives more time for 

day dream folly

Allowing one to concentrate

more on their personal delusion

Without the distraction 

of having to drive with your hands on the wheel

Without the distraction

of having to navigate the present to get where you are going 

poem of the day March 10


First pick of the pack

is not necessarily

the best of the pack

Much depends on the picker 

Their mood, the color of the sky

Sometimes the mind gets cloudy

Sometimes the mind sees

clearly the delusion of perfection

shining like a red rose

in a field of gold

I heard it say to pick 

blindly with eyes open

One must make sure

their subconscious

is tapped into the milky void

poem of the day March 9


I want the light beings

to light my way

to see the grand tunnel

Millions of light beings

All kinds of future-past

illuminating understanding

where connections beyond

the the normal realms

of  mortal love exist

without expectations

poem of the day March 8


If the familiar walk

brings us to the same

familiar place each and everyday

And if that place is not where

we want to be

Then it is time

to choose another road 

one that is able to lighten our load

poem of the day March 7


The snow started

sometime before dawn

falling from heaven

so white and pure

just like the robes 

of a mystic 

Enlightenment spilling from

the third eye

silently covering

the waiting earth

I see the flecks

merge with life

covering the meadow

with a freshly woven blanket 

of unconditional love

poem of the day March 6


Water and Sand

were playing on the beach

the old game of in and out

up and down surge of simplicity

building blocks full of zen pebbles

being tossed like grains of mingling time

brought together each moment

to build an ever changing shore

for both mortals and divines

poem of the day March 5


Inside  the eyes
of the present

wearing glass shades of  already passed

The circles bends 

before the future 

What will I do?

What will you ask?

Will karma walk within the lines?

Something to thing about

when sailing into windy waters

with only a mast of maybe perhaps

poem of the day March 4


Out of control guillotines

were being blamed

for chopping off heads

and throwing them

right and left

into dark baskets

well decorated  with dead roses

that grew on graves

owned by those who had

already lost their mortal minds

poem of the day March 3


Those wings

we keep in order

to have flying dreams

sometimes need to

be flapped to make sure

they are ready to fly

when we jump off the cliff

poem of the day March 2


A day later

and winter has returned

A nor'easter 

covering everything

Not a fit night out

for man nor beast

Though the dogs and I

are about to do just that

Go outside with a stick and hat

to feel the snow as it comes back

poem of the day March 1

A new first day

The beginning of March

Hope you have a good month

Hope you have a good year

I don't know 

where you are

but I am here

and will be 

for the rest of Rabbit day