poem of the day August 31


Inside  every morning

frozen in ice cold thoughts

the stone waits for the light

for the illumination of life

The warm flow gentle enters 

subtle hot streams turn inward

up the root to the roof

where a waking soul

full of last nights's dreams

feels the friendly hands of an open circle

poem of the day August 30


Sex within a city

is a fish bowl of raw emotions

A whole range of situations

well lit in a red light chamber 

lined by desire driven walls

Where love begins

and ends within the confines

defined only by human boundaries

For instance:

If the princess kisses the prince

will the frog come out to roam?

If the prince kisses the princess

will he be arrested in his home?

poem of the day August 29


Paving the road

The smell of tar

is everywhere

I am  stopped in 

the middle of the

one way car line

breathing bad foul air

waiting as men pour

hot road wax before my eyes

truck after truck dump their load

of boiling black liquid squishy tar

grueling dirty smelly work in

the ever present burning summer sun

No one has a safety mask only grim faces of determination 

I wonder if this is the true Zen?

poem of the day August 28


It was a weird condition

an overwhelming epidemic

people were suffering

from extreme well being

happiness for no reason

It was very contagious

full of unintended side effects

like laughter, joy, spontaneous kindness

It threatened to rip apart the fabric of civilization

Something had to be done very quickly

otherwise suffering would disappear forever 

unjust power, lust, hate would disappear forever

forcing humanity to embrace the evil of unconditional love

Thank God, a few selfish souls were able 

to release the golden pill of greed

just before things got too out of control

poem of the day August 27


We need a new tree

A new voice

to call in the wild

On the ridge the old pines

were reviewing the usual seeds

The big small ones

The small big ones

The happy sad ones

The sad happy ones

until they were so

confused and tired

they ended up picking

a very pretty weed

not knowing it was

poison ivy spat out

by a bird of prey 

poem of the day August 26


The power of a hug

is very underrated

and has the ability

to clean the soul

of loneliness

The ability to heal

an unsettled mind

The ability to change

a frown into a smile

All one has to do

is reach out to others

put out your arms

and hug our living humanity

with an open warm human heart

Something that is very needed

in this world of increasing hate and cold isolation

poem of the day August 25


The order of things

is a big deal

if one cares about

what comes first

But all bets are off 

if one is dying of thirst

Then it is a matter

of where  and when

and how one can find 

the waters within

Remember among the lakes

some have to sacrifice

their mindful souls to

get some share of a working life

I heard that from the philosophical skunk 

just before we all got drunk  

poem of the day August 24


The more things change

the less time there is

to just hang in the boat

The less things change

the more time there is

to just hang in the boat

Either way everyone needs boat 

and a river in which to float

poem of the day August 23


I was sad to see

an orange dot

on a highway tree

It had grown among 

the traffic jams

between the lines

of moving cars

in the center of the great divide

It had grown so high

very full with a canopy

that touched the sky

It brought beauty to an ugly road

But now it was to be cut down

and I want to know what exactly for

It makes no sense just like a useless war

poem of the day August 22


Water comes and goes 
The old pier 
Rusted 
Water logged 
Appears and disappears 
each day 
like clockwork 
Bleached by the sun
I watch the worms 
work this temple 
born of time and tide

poem of the day August 21


A new surface 
on an old highway 
does not change 
the direction of life 
only the speed 
in which one travels 
like a smooth shave 
changes the feel 
of kissing a jumping frog

poem of the day August 20


What are we cultivating

in this land of plenty?

Why are we growing

Hate

Anger

Division 

in single segregated rows?

Where thick clouds are

content to obscure the sun

Content to ferment this

new dark age of mold

The intensity of disaster

coupled with the emotional fear

of abstract clan survival make

the seas so high on pride

Many lost small boats are media swollen

and floating on the spiteful vengeance

of uncontrolled power

poem of the day August 19


The sun came out for

a few seconds 

on this very special 

but very overcast rainy day

I was at a wedding

at a small farm in Colrain 

and just when the bride

came down her walk

the heavens cleared

to light the soggy meadow

with a wonderful golden ray 

It made me think of 

all the coincidences of life

and I knew this couple would 

have an especially happy life

poem of the day August 18


Stormy day

full of ideas 

brings on lightening

Thundering ideas

without fear 

bring on enlightening

or so it seems

For both the truth and

the truth like delusion

the sky will still crackle 

with fear and pleasure

as air tingles around Tom Paine

It all depends on your  momentary mood

and where you are

Glad I'm driving in my car

poem of the day August 17


An army of Dragon Flies are

bombing the meadow

World War One flying machines

Daring young well dressed bugs

darting over the landscape

loop to loop

flap to flap

flying in formation

as they fight a great romantic battle

Where only the bad bugs die

and life is measured by

the brave ideals we humans place on wild insects

poem of the day August 16


A bend in a road

changes direction

with the simple twist

of the Great Wheel

but for only a little while

Like tall mountains

they reach for the sky

until they are driven down by gravity 

into the same old sidewalks 

Where each step is polished by

footprints full of familiar patterns

that eventual steer all lost drivers

back from the bend and into the endless sea

poem of the day August 15


My mother said

a cricket in the house

is very good luck

My grandmother said 

a bird in the house

is very  bad luck

And I have to say 

both in  the house is

especially bad luck

for the poor tasty cricket 

 

poem of the day August 14


There was a treasure box

full of rocks

sitting on the bottom 

of the sea

It was there to hide

what was inside

from the eyes of humanity

But down they came eventually 

in a bubble carved log

that sunk by self esteem

Where they picked the lock

in a flash of a tock

and found the golden gleam

Soon a rope born of endless hope

was attached with heavy greed

The chains could not break

for nature's sake

until the treasure left the sea

But when they tried to move

time had fused the heavy treasure door

and those greedy human boys

who played with stolen toys

were soon just bones on a golden floor

poem of the day August 13


Silent change begins

on a summer branch

full of green leaves

Waiting still horses

settled all in a row

stir very slowly

this time of year

So slowly that 

I have yet to see

the color of their eyes

poem of the day August 12


Another driving rain

Water flushed out of the big sky

Falling nonstop like heavy blue berry pie

made sloppy big by wet dreams

that quickly turn into rivers

driven by nothing

but large drops and gravity

that race each other to the sea of reality 

poem of the day August 11


The crickets chirped

like a stream of bad music

Cheap sounds blasting 

out of a tired wet radio

Up and down with hints

of loud leg twitching static

But I am sort of getting addicted

to their bad love songs

the same way one gets addicted 

to inching themselves slowly into 

a pool of very cold water

poem of the day August 10


Open your mind

Close the small

Embrace the large

Find a ship setting sails

into calm seas

Accept the waves

as slaps of time

Use your ideas as oars

and mostly don't forget to enjoy 

the structure of these waters

poem of the day August 9


A string of birds 

flying over the meadow

appeared as a living ribbon

more beautiful then fluttering pearls

reminding me there is much

more to life than the everyday worries of a human

poem of the day August 8


I saw a beautiful Rose

blooming on an Iris stalk

but my doctor told me 

I was crazy that all I had

was a virus of course

He said it was impossible 

for a Rose to be far from 

the thorns in which it lives

Yet there it was on an Iris shank

big, red  and full of eager open sensual lips

I have to say real or not

it  would be a good flower to sell in a flower shop

poem of the day August 7


Walking in a wall of milk weed

looking for a few Monarchs

Hoping to catch me

a fat happy caterpillar to

cook me some good tacos

full of milk and honey

before I turn into your butterfly

poem of the day August 6


Doors open and close

all the time

Swinging on nothing 

but everyday hinges

It is up to us pilgrims

to find the rhythm

as we approach

the flapping entrance

in the stop and go of life

poem of the day August 5


Lilies on the water

pure white inviting

barges of delight

opening the soulful lake to

all kinds of floating  possibilities

like pleasures blooming

from a polished mind 

poem of the day August 4


What is a dream

but a random thought

A bright star from never night

appearing like a song owl

on sleepy wings of a silent flutter

Where they come from

is as far as they can go

What dreams mean

is the moment they flow

poem of the day August 3


Armed with opposite opinions

the two old philosophers

were locked in a death spiral

of their own making

Going round and round

in never ending circles

their opinions became part of the suffering

Creating a perpetual motion machine full

of unsettled human emotions

All were amazed that outwardly the circle

seemed so perfect in this endless struggle

poem of the day August 2


At the rock in the meadow

where stone elephants play

are the family of trees

Three big Cherries

and a few small saplings

I see them most everyday

out in all kinds of weather

season after season

year after year

Yesterday in the rain

their huge crowns

almost hit the ground 

as I stood within them

surrounded by wet leaves

made me feel like I was

in a dream of trees 

poem of the day August 1


Forget about

printing plastic guns

I have a better idea

It is time

for a 3D peace printer

So I am sending special

love peace plans 

for all to download

and imprint their souls

with nothing but pure sweet peace

What a wonderful world that would be