Poem of the day May 30



Soon to wave goodbye to May

Time to finish spring planting

Time to think about June hay

The farmers have been on the horse

breaking their backs like tired wheat

I see them toiling dawn till dusk

Makes me feel romantic

as I watch them turn the brown earth 

A wonderful magic sight of a new season

I think to myself while lingering  in my small garden

with some lettuce seed and broccoli heads

turning over long lost winter's bedoen

poem of the day May 29


Points of view were lined 

like spikes in a round ball

making it almost impossible to play

the most simplest game of catch

Each throw was full of excruciating pain

even for those wearing padded mitts 

poem of the day May 28


Waiting while waiting

everyone does it

Some better than others

depending on the waiting

Waiting for a repair man

Waiting for an invitation

Waiting for a lover

Waiting for a change

Waiting for a sign

Waiting for the sky to fall

But mostly waiting while waiting

Makes me think of limbo

Lives suspended in waiting

Lost hours of life drifting

in nothing but lost time

I hope no one has been waiting for this poem

poem of the day May 24


Pouring from cracks

into stale seas is hard 

for God riding

a volcano full

of molten fire

especially if the lava

comes fresh from hell

poem of the day May 20


There are things that happen when they happen 
There are things that don’t happen when they happen

There are things that happen when they don't happen
Like lost song birds flying in a storm 
Out to sea in the middle of chaos 

I wonder about the glue of life
How strong the bond might depend on wings
Flappy wings that sing three songs of life

seeking parts of truth within the same strange atom of delusion

poem of the day May 17

Some passion of an internal fire

is stirred in a soup of long desire

steaming broth simmering 

inside the belly of an old volcano

year after year the flock living in fear

I heard the Sage say to those on the edge of the bay

"Lava always is seeking a new path outside her mire

where no songs of the choir can save the lies of the liar"

poem of the day May 16


Along the small tired peace path

hanging on  the cliff

between the moon and mars

were certain sights that can only be

viewed at sun rise

I was watching with the masses 

but most eyes were interested

in the sights you could only see

when the sun goes down

There somewhere over the smelly dark rainbow

the spider ate curd at the womb

Over in the belly another fire had started

in the long trench 

keeping war alive

so it could kill

the very flame that

had given it life

I keep thinking about that spark 

and how easy it is for some to mistake a pretty candle for a gun

poem of the day May 15


The many shades of green

just within the budding maple

cover the spectrum like one mind rainbows

seen through the prism of a color blind man

poem of the day May 13


Nesting birds flying

with beaks full of plastic twine

I wonder if they think

our plastic is divine

Is it something they now seek 

when building a nest

Something easier to weave

better then last years natural brush

Are they cursing humans 

for this giant man made mess

Or has the plastic waste

been song bird blessed?

poem of the day May 12


Bready eggys are very delicious 

but only if you follow this recipe

Crack an egg, separate the yolk from the white

and carefully put the yoke aside 

Well whisk the white with breadcrumbs

but still leave them a bit runny

like eggs would be if they were honey

then spill the white into the old hot fry-pan 

and quickly drop the yoke in the middle of this fiddle

Now here is where the skill's involved

to turn a bready eggy without

breaking the yoke filled crown 

is hard to do for most of you

especially those who live in  town

So Good Luck to all who try this fate

For you I give another tip to contemplate 

The more breadcrumps 

the more  bready, the bready eggy 

The less breadcrumbs

the more eggy, the bready eggy

which makes me wonder

Which one would be your go to every?

A Bready Bready Eggy?

OR

An Eggy Bready Eggy?

poem of the day May 10


Dining on the disappearing dawn

listening to the song birds

wondering where you have gone

The light above the ridge of trees

sometimes smiles back to me

The mind now full of light

but inside darkness has left you in the dark

until the day drifts once again

like heartbeats in an old human

poem of the day May 7



I am looking at the painting

within the painting

the soul within the soul

beneath the canvas 

beneath the aged skin

past the varnish applied by outside eyes

trying to make the connection

the original primordial connection

between emotion light and form

that gives life to ideas 

that spring from the deep depths

of eternal art drops one brush stroke at a time

poem of the day May 6


I am watching

an army of

spring leaves unfurl

like green flags

Wondering if trees

wave them with

as much raw emotion

as human sheep

lost in the power

of patriotic hate

poem of the day May 4


The creeping of green

moves forward

in subtle excitement 

Buds swelling

in eager temptation

Meadows awakening

to the daily sun

The old landscape escaping

the ruts of winter is

now smiling with a new face of spring

poem of the day May 2


Watching pelicans in formation

playing the game of who 

is going to flap first

Up and up they go in the current

effortlessly gliding in a sunrise wind

using perfection 

wings almost touching

I feel like I am one of them soaring

toward  some drifting understanding

lost in their bliss until finally

one bird in flaps their wings