poem of the day April 28


I was sitting

watching from

the back row

The hall was filled

with all kinds 

of traveling souls

Great experts full of nonsense  

were flowering on stage blooming opinions

All  were covered in many degrees

passionately discussing whether

it was was better

to have calm within the chaos

or whether it was better

to have chaos within the calm?

poem of the day April 25


Sometimes the most satisfying 

pleasures in life are cleaning up

the drudge of last year's fallen leaves

The raking of long spent tears into piles

Burning the over thought branches of  brush 

until they are turned to primordial ash

where fresh possibilities are able to grow

new life out of the old dead soil 

But only if one allows themselves

to light the first inner spark hiding within 

the eternal folds of a self made lifetime

poem of the day April 21


Bright sun

has spring reality

written all over

the happy face 

of a smiling weatherman

poem of the day April 20


What's in the words

of a flying  bird?

Perhaps some thoughts

lost in the emotion

of the passing moment

Or maybe a vague fog

to explain the unexplained log

Or maybe something as simple

as calling HI as one flies by

poem of the day April 19


I spotted a blooming daffodil

a few yards up from Bambi's hill

The first one I have seen this year

A flame of yellow on a long green stalk  

delights my soul with the smell of spring

a mini sun just like a shinning star

does light the meadow of her yard

poem of the day April 18


How to tell

if something is perfect

or just a mere delusion

of orgasmic nirvana

I asked my dogs who

said they heard from

some new age Zen-er 

that in the road of life it does not matter

but of course road kill tastes better

with a pat of butter

poem of the day April 17


A preacher preaches 

with little understanding

to whatever God they believe

A politician gets elected

by repeating their daily lies

A weatherman just guesses

if the suns going to rise

While a poet makes it all up

each day with a pen

to feed the old barnyard 

with fresh words from the hens

poem of the day April 16


The mind of nature

fills the void

with unexpected 

time warp weather

Snow covers April's first flowers

with a white thick blanket

once again covering the clarity of spring

poem of the day April 14


There is too much raw evil

scattered around this world

The God of heaven thought as he

flew over the planet Earth where

huge piles of precious natural resources

waited to be mixed together 

in greedy man made factories for enough

bombs to bomb the way to hell

All he could do was shake his head

It was too late to stop the fate of hate

poem of the day April 10


Space crowded

the empty spaces

of every soul mind

Strings clinging to thoughts

dangle like jellyfish wombs

full of moist barbs

ready to sink

even the mighty Titanic

where the unsinkable ship waited to sail

from a long Port

many years ago

A perceived immortality

floating on simple water unaware

that a few degrees can

fill the empty space of time

poem of the day April 9


Blue bird

Cardinal

Robin 

Blue jay

Wren and

Chickadee

but unfortunately 

another bird I do see

A hungry hawk circling silently 

poem of the day April 7


Spring is not starting

What a strange year

The earth wants to know why

and so do I

Is it the angle of the sun

or some angel messing with the sum of one?

Is one complete

or just the inside track

of a horse in a race

galloping toward the Milky Way?

Is it random?

Is it ordained? 

Does it have a name?

Is it born in Spain?

My friend was well dressed in a blue suit

drinking at a prison bar that seemed so far

I was the ugly universal vagabond

eating good chocolate on the farm

Wondering if dreams begin when consciousness ends

in the game we all love to pretend

poem of the day April 4


Recipes follow

your ever changing will

Ingredients are found in every town

but your stove only cooks  for you

To make a meal while thinking of me

might be a poison stew for you

cause In our lives we eat our lies

that hide true points of view

poem of the day April 3


The last boiling

of maple sap

made it into April

signaling the true

end of winter

Spring comes late

in this Dog like year

Makes me wonder

about the bark of summer

poem of the day April 2


Tranquil is a state

with certain types of calm

Perhaps you have them in you

Perhaps they're in your bones

I had been surfing my tomorrows

when the long boat came around

I did not notice anything until

the calm became a storm

and then I needed tranquilizers

to get me tranquil to my home

poem of the day April 1


Light in the darken castle

The knight is from the inside out

Maidens dressed in many colors

swim around the fountain head

Fishing in the wishing well

depends upon the bait we use

Worms are for the easy 

Luck is for the rest 

but all walk the very ancient bridge

that spans the open flowing water

to see within the seas we live