poem of the day November 30


Day before December

and we are losing light

two minutes a day

A slow drip of a time candle

I am trying to make myself

a boat in this darkness

hoping to float toward

the sun that I know

is waiting at the end of the tunnel

poem of the day November 29


snags happen

lures get stuck 

kites hit trees

ropes do tangle

cars break down

now I understand

smile to frown

poem of the day November 28


Life has landed on Mars

grown in a love vessel

that has lasted months

A new soul has started

the first breath of his journey

surrounded by unconditional love

poem of the day November 27



Sitting by the stove

watching snow fall

on the morning light

Shadows lift off  time

evaporating all dreams

gathered in the night

poem of the day November 26


It would be

a much better world

a more harmonious world

a more giving world

if only Shakespeare

had let Romeo and Juliet 

live a long life together

in a land full of eternal love

poem of the day November 25

I often wonder

where one goes

when the water

runs out of hose

For all connections from

a long loved bell

start as sap within the well

poem of the day November 24

I am wishing for tomorrow

while living through today

Got my inclination

in time and space

dressed up in

an imagination

of the future

playing in a band

with a song of the past

presently waiting in the boredom

for the morning train

poem of the day November 23


The collective soul

immersed in humanity

has no rules of sanity

Only the force of power

controlled by wind-full flows

whether guns or words

by devils or gods

The sea still tides

with the light of the lamb

reflects these verses

upon the man

We stand on the beach

of right and wrong

The face on the nation

Frosted pillar of stone

poem of the day November 22


The road was lit with candles

The light cast upon the highway

merged shadow like with moon sips

I drank in the fairy land luster

watching the history of time

Roman chariots

Prairie wagons

Pontiacs and Fords

I saw foot prints 

both soul and soulless

wandering in all directions

covering the sea with

a carpet of karma

weaving the past and present

into the vastness

we all call home

poem of the day November 21


"Why is love so strange insane?"

asked Water of the falling Rain

"It takes the tunnel of the drain

for love to change from strange to sane"

Rain answered Water on the plane

while both were flying love clouds toward Spain

poem of the day November 20


The Robots are coming

The Robots are coming

One if through man

Two if through screen

The robots are coming

Nightmare or dream?

poem of the day November 19


A run down fence

overgrown with time

holds no livestock

other then memories

of strong old farmers 

plowing the imagination

of long lost lives

poem of the day November 18


Watching rage on TV

Don't know whether it is

man made or natural

But I am not talking

about the weather

How did hate become

so common?

Was is just

to star

in the tar

of an unsettled movie?

Yet we all stay tuned

waiting for the sequel

Buying lottery tickets

where one day

the boats are so full 

of greed they implode

only to sink

into the great mire

of lost bottom egos

There they litter the abyss

next to the God they use

to rape love into desire

All this fortune

was foretold by

the sex robots

full of unwanted

human traits

yet irresistible

like a good red apple

poem of the day November 17


I see the simmer

of the silhouette

Tiny branches tingling

through the frost of dawn

Though there was no wind

to move this beauty

so stark against

the fallen snow

I knew the story

that was being told

the old maple was shivering

from the silent cold

poem of the day November 16


Snow changes the landscape

Snow covers imperfection

Covers the discarded 

making the forgotten appear

as beautiful bounded royal angels

A winter nest for drifting dreams

I am looking out the window

watching falling white flakes

fill the farm with lovely fragile eggs

marveling at the slow dance of snowy romance

better then the running wet of raining water

poem of the day November 15


When a storm

is a brewing

we remember

all things

that were not done

In a panic

we see the approaching future

Snow blankets covering the easy

Pretty but with an unpleasant afterglow

But panic made me busy

and I am happy to say

the wood so very unattended all summer

is now stack in the shed

Every log split carefully

like seeds within a row

Only now I am very  tired

from working all day long

and only want to dream

this night of warming pleasant poems

poem of the day November 14


"Why can't I find the way of the circle"

the lost hiker shouted in frustration

as the words began to echo

like a boomerang up the ridge

unaware of the roundness 

that surrounds every mountain

poem of the day November 13


I have a new mantra

It appeared in

a far away dream

where imagination

becomes reality

Mind Thoughts

Stem Cells

Changed Cells

but only if one

believes in Santa Clause

and has the will to practice 

these simple words

poem of the day November 12


To push or pull

to climb a hill?

Mind intent

OR

Brute force

It all depends

on your back of course

poem of the day November 11


Bridges over rivers

many moons ago

ten sleeps from Nirvana

I saw the sunrise

come out of madness

with insane eyes

that could not cry

poem of the day November 10


It was there

within the ruins

of a well eaten meal

Crumbs left for dog like men

who fought over every naked bone  

The food had been chosen

to burn the promised land

And all eyes were on the fiddler 

as he played the endless band

poem of the day November 9


A happy life within 

frozen half circle lips

depends mile after mile

on whether one frowns 

or whether one smiles

poem of the day November 8


Apples and Oranges

both grow on trees

comparing them

as different  is

a calculated way

of keeping fruit apart

Sort of like comparing

Black and White

faces of humans

as having nothing

in common but hate

though both grow on the tree of love

poem of the day November 7


Does sleep erase

the patina of life?

Clean the emotions

of the daily toil

stirred by thoughts

of pressures boiled?

I guess it depends

on the direction of

the galloping mare

and what one wears

when they go to the fair

poem of the day November 6


The soul lives

inside a hole

deep beneath 

the bed of bones

in the vessel

we call home

poem of the day November 5


The leaves were behaving very human

They danced over the blacktop

playing like they owned the big top

Thousands of them were standing upright

twirling along in spontaneous choreograph perfection

I watched their performance in complete awe  

spellbound as life began to arise 

with just the wind to make leaves live

pom of the day November 4


We have lost savings time

Now back into real time

A see-saw of human delusion

based on nothing more then

the abstraction of pure light

that comes down from the sun

The same light as yesterday's time

except in the clocks of human minds

poem of the day November 3


When a lodestar of understanding

breaks apart for all to see

Hidden anger will be in colored lifeboats

floating on an uneven sea

I saw the wise-en seagull flying

flying circles I had seen before

maybe in some fancy restaurant

just before some fancy war

poem of the day November 2


The creeping sound

of a dawn lit rain

awakens sleep

like an out of tune radio

seeping like wet plaster

into  lovely dreams of far away delights

poem of the day November 1


An floating soul gets lost

in a land of contracted minds

shrunken heads like prunes

watching imagination pour

out of  little screens born of

someone else's mind