poem of the day September 30


It seems a nation

is about to go to war with itself

Perhaps the next civil war

An American revolution to be or not to be?

It will be up to all of us cause Shakespeare is not alive

to answer that question 

poem of the day September 29


Flag on a house

Dog on the step

Old tree for shade

I see the peace 

of well lived houses 

on the full faces of families

Makes for a nice lovely drive

poem of the day September 28


I am feasting on leftovers

Crumbs from other poems

Discarded slices of humanity

Once upon a time

there was the light

to be or not to be

filling small boats with lost words

found everywhere hiding within nowhere

poem of the day September 27


Cluttered with nothingness

Mind is blank 

A Zen poem

Few words 

Lots of stillness

poem of the day September 26


It was a slippery day

full of constant rain

Cats and dogs pounded the new black top

making the highway a wicked wet passage

full of wild cars darting dangerously from here to there

Sad to say I recognized many of the texting  sinners

poem of the day September 25


How deep does it go

when a mere whiff of a fresh cloud

gets lost in the mental confusion

found in the uprooted bones of chaos?

Does it floats over the marrow

like a lost sparrow

consuming places within the deepest soul?

I don't know how deep the water is

but I believe all journeys shallow or deep 

begin with the first step of your inner toe

poem of the day September 24


Surrounded by anticipation

the line stretched outside

of each temple until it

pushed up like a long rope

holding time within the machine

This evolving tension fueled by the friction

of unfulfilled hopes and desires 

made for enough wasted energy

to unsettle the light of a windy candle

poem of the day September 23


Quick thoughts

from a blank mind

are like stem poems

from the open void

full of all humanity

poem of the day September 22


End of summer

Everything is stuck

in man made traffic

No end insight until

the next revolution

Stay tuned for fuhrer updates

poem of the day September 21


What brings pleasure

to a willow branch?

perhaps some wind

in which to dance

The same wind can bring destruction

to all kinds of construction

What brings pleasure

to a fire ant queen?

perhaps a cave in which to dream

The same dreams that climb the stairs

and turn into claustrophobic nightmares 

What brings the thoughts that occupy 

the pleasure lives inside of you or me

And what is pleasure to but another's hell

adrift upon a random sea

in countless lives within the tide

the pleasure of eternity has many a disguise

poem of the day September 20


A thoughtless day

A dreamless night

Time passing like time

Does anybody remember 

the long waves that don't break onto 

the shores of memory?

poem of the day September


In the driving rain

I saw the sounds

alive like a long soothing song

It felt cozy cause I was

dressed in my warm brown's vest

happy that the wet stayed

outside on the long tin roof drumming

as I typed a poem about this jazz water boil

on an old portable typewriter made by royal

poem of the day September 18


The difference between

wisdom and knowledge

is just a few degrees

on either side of nothingness

Same as the difference

between a human and a human machine

One is natural

One is learned

One knows how to calculate

the perception of understanding

While the other understands

that life is just a perception

all depending on dreams

and the direction

one takes in opening the uncarved mind 

poem of the day September 17


I can not control

what happens next

nor can you or even the very best of us left 

for hope is just part of human delusion

We can wish on the same luck

but if there is no magic truck

We will be just like dead fish out of stale water

gasping for the same air we all can not breath

The grand land is full of many steep stairs

we climb peaks to perfect confusion without the soul of mother truth 

poem of the day September 16


There were so many temples

walking around the city

Everywhere you looked

grand facades adorned

the skin of endless humanity

I was in a taxi somewhere

in the masses unable to 

break through the emotional dimensions

that surrounded each tunnel

like a impregnable fortress 

making the open door very hard to see

poem of the day September 15


The miracle of birth

no matter how many times

it is magic when a soul

enters the world

takes the first breath

of a long journey

stares wide eyed

into the opening future

full of all possibilities 

poem of the day September 14


The world within

the world we know

is larger then

the sum of all

Yet tiny drops

of our emotional rain

clouds the truth from

being known 

so big islands form

within this sea

Islands full of drifting misery

poem of the day September 13


so still this dawn

air like pie

green summer leaves

seem to effortlessly

hang in this calm

feels like a warm womb 

full of well being

poem of the day September 12


On the eve of a big storm

I am looking at fancy beach houses

rebuilt on fragile mud flats 

destroyed by past hurricanes

They look just like greedy 

temples of ignorant humanity

oblivious to anything but fleeting pleasure

and the taming of an untameable sea

such is the modern meaning of being free

poem of the day September 11


I walked along the naked road

in search of empty emperor's clothes

All I found were heaps of lies

wrapped around a bad disguise

Yet as far as I could humanly see

faithful lemmings jumped into the sea

poem of the day September 10


Waiting for the waiting

while sitting in the little chairs

full of yesterday's timeless hesitation

Waiting for the sun to rise this morning

to wake thoughts still sleeping

Will the sea be rough enough for

for even waiting sailors to take warning?

poem of the day September 9


If there are no lights

at an intersection

stopping and going

become unsettled

full of unwanted traffic 

racing through life without

the rule of immortal  law

poem of the day September 8


The house in 

the middle of the field

was bare and naked

had no trees 

not even a single flower

to shade it from the sun

making the home appear uprooted

as if it were a lost boat sailing through time 

Every time I drive by I want to plant a forest

around her so she will not get burned by the sun 

poem of the day September 7


The ants were arguing about virtue

deep in their caves of ignorance

Supreme virtue growing out of unsettled vines

Desperate vines that only live

in these long  abandoned  tunnels

Vines born out of poison minds clinging

to the failures of missing pleasures

I feel the anticipation of war in a loaded gun

alive, wet and waiting to swim the Dead Sea

Tell the ants to fire only when they see these vines of virtue 

climbing into the eyes of themselves 

poem of the day September 6


The wonderment of a long day

slapping up against dusk

turns inward for the light

just like a friendly firefly 

remembering the Milky Way

on the wings of a late summer night

poem of the day September 5


Where is the understanding?

How did it change

from one side to the other?

Likes to dislikes on a painted seashore

Up and down the surf

where only the waves don't care about color

I heard the family band

was very grand

even though I did not understand

which note was played for the very brave

who were all dressed very very tight

Too tight that for me

it was impossible to light 

the stale air around fun loving guns

that look and feel like everyone

poem of the day September 4

Sticky night

Sultry air

The heated fan is 

blowing nothing 

but hot despair

Humid sweat

on the skin of lambs

This September toil

is at full boil

poem of the day September 3


I saw the joy in

a white tailed deer

as she galloped 

the meadow near

She was with her friends

and a couple of fawns

frolicking in the morning dawn

but when they saw me 

drive up the early road 

they bolted away in practiced fear

such is the life of white tailed deer

poem of the day September 2


The last lazy days of summer

the sun hot 

the wind still

the air reminds me of nothing

but humid dreams lingering

over the flames of fleeting desire

poem of the day September 1


A cloud alone

in a lonely sky

hangs over the sun

bringing shade

to an otherwise

perfect imperfection