poem of the day December 31


Last day

of a decade

on the deck

of the good ship Eve

Morning starts

with no urgency

Sun rises when ready

The ride of anticipation

builds each hour

The soon to be New Year awaits 

illuminated by the light of

a shinny small anchor moon

I see the perfection of 20-20

in the imperfect eyes of every wave

poem of the day December 30


A drip of rain

on a heavy branch

makes me feel

of avalanche

A dream beneath

wrap of life

bears the weight

of sacrifice

Laden out 

morning dew

A little of me

A little of you

poem of the day December 29


An early red dawn signals

the slow rise of a fast short day

A long crimson tide sky has

some land lubbers on edge

The storm is drifting closer

Power outages expected

Mother nature sits atop

the storm laughing

with other Gods

watching no man's light

poem of the day December 27


Time Square is madness
alive with art like poets
shouting verses filled
with friendly fire
I see them walking hand in hand
with street hustlers
Painting laughter on
the fresh faces of families
alive with the excitement
of Christmas in New York

poem of the day December 28


It amused me very much

to see the filthy rich unable  

to defeat  the pigeons of Central Park 

The landmark New York  Plaza Hotel 

fountain and sidewalk are covered in shit

The birds defecate all the time

right in front of the grand entrance

Expensive Italian shoes

Fancy designer high heels stumble 

out of the ornate brass doors onto

the messy slippery white gross goo 

where an army of hard working

underpaid poor immigrants  hired by Trump

try so valiantly to wipe up the mess

but they were having little luck

for as soon as they wiped away the old goo

another pigeon flew by to deposit some new

poem of the day December 26


There is still

wilderness within

the civilized cage

Untamed wild desire

rivers that flow

long and hard

wet and swollen

in the deep recesses

Only coming out

in the very dark light

of a hidden black mirror

poem of the day December 25

The collective

The sum of the whole

Small parts drift in the wave

Some drown in the power

but even they are able to swim

in the joy of the moment

The tides rushes

allowing the sea

to carry every change

The parts do feel every drop

of this long hourglass 

laden with holiday time

poem of the day December 24


I wonder what holidays

are like on other earths

far away in another universe

Are they made with the same refrain

Cakes baked with love

Families all together

singing songs of celebration

full of love and cheer

Do they have mistletoe

under which to kiss a special dear?

poem of the day December 23


Watching the history of man

Thinking of how peace

like its opposite war 

can begin in

the flash of a second 

not with the waste of a deadly explosion

but with the eruption of pure peaceful enlightenment

Now is the time for all to ride these open boats

and embrace the true tide of lasting joy

poem of the day December 22


Life of dreams

where one can be

everywhere at once

with everyone

Going into rooms

full of everything

Nothing off limits

No ceilings

No floors

only walls that see

the crazy imagination

found in everyone's sublimity

But when we awake

our boundaries are reined 

we enter our daily lives 

where little has changed

poem of the day December 21


It takes a certain kind

of patience to ruin a stew 

like multi tasking 

while making the rue

Diverted by doing

too many things

then answering the phone

that happens to ring

The flour is black

The pot is stained

I'll have to dump this batch

and start all over again

poem of the day December 20


Cold dark stark

air from Canada

has invaded

New England

bringing an exquisite

shiver deep into the bones

I am dressed like a Polar bear

lumbering around

while the dogs bark

trying to send back 

the calm wind of freezing dawn

poem of the day December 19


The sword is hanging

from the rafters

Frozen in the rock

of lost time

The sun dial moves

in this blackness

under dark clouds

making it impossible 

to row the direction

The boat wears diapers

like a cheap suit

polished but

not cut from

good cloth

unable to stop the leak 

flowing from the blind man's rudder

poem of the day December 18


Twas the night

before judgment

And all is quiet on

the western front

John Brown sits in his house

polishing a somber mirror

watching the grand stooge write

frantic gibberish from the Alamo

The great tide of a national divide

sweeps across the land of the free

How it ends depends on Russian robots

armed with the hateful weapons of words

poem of the day December 17


Where to be

within a dream?

A place of

deep fantasy

What is real?

What is not?

The tide of sleep

drifts to the door

Open yes

Open no

Swim in water

Walk the snow

poem of the day December 16


The art of waking

The art of opening eyes

The rising of old bones

to the new morning

Full mind or empty mind

The flowers bloom each day

cluttered or not

The sun waits for no one

poem of the day December 15


A glass of clean water

is the real nectar 

The thirst quenching

gift of nature

Free for all

Until bottled

and sold

by the candy man 

An old road

overgrown with trees

hides a past

full of footprints 

once traveled

to places

long forgotten

I wonder if 

the souls of

lost travelers

still linger

in the branches

silently waiting for

a new generation

to clear the man made 

weeds of wilderness

poem of the day December 13

I have never seen

the wildflowers of Mars

blooming  bright on the

slopes of Mons Olympus

but I imagine them

to be eager, open, alive

and as beautiful 

as my Earthly imagination

poem of the day December 12


The bright light

of the full moon

made me glad

I was not a rabbit

out in  the wilderness

poem of the day December 11


An inch or two

of fallen snow

The white like

glaze of nature's cake

reminds me of

a wedding vow

full of love

full of fate

poem of the day December 10


Every step is a point

of no return

Every second is another

tick of time

Every word  is

a shout into wilderness

All are maps 

All are ladder rails 

on the road of life

poem of the day


I have solved the problem

of getting up in the middle

of the night

to let the dogs out

I have invented 

the DOG URINAL

A shinny two sided porcelain

toilet that fits against

the wall next to our own throne

It has a back splash to catch pee

A long trough to do number Two

And comes with a robot flusher 

in the shape of dachshunds

with enough force to flush dog waste away 

Think of all the benefits

beyond a good nights sleep

Now we will be able to leave

our dogs inside for days

without the worry of coming

home to a stinky mess

poem of the day December 8


Fancy rewards

Money back

Spend more

Get more

Free shipping

The screens are flooded

with temptation

Door busters

are candy coated ice cream

Greed is a lusty icing

SORRY, I have end this

poem abruptly

to buy my happiness

which for the next ten minutes

is 70 percent off!

poem of the day December 7


There was only

so much laughter

left in the bottle

Yet everybody crowded 

around the strangled spout

smothering belly dances

needed for the future

I watched from afar

as small children demanded

action from the old buzzard

too busy eating dead meat to survive

poem of the day December 6


When a leader

starts believing

Starts selling

illusions of delusion

then we are so far

from the truth

So far from the well 

We will need a miracle

to keep heaven from 

becoming a powerful hell

poem of the day December 5


A glimpse

A peak

A crack

A little of this

A little of that

Eventual

the egg opens

with a gasp

A scream

A primordial 

AAAHH

Then all is free

Every soul

needs to be

poem of the day December 4


Night dreams

have no plans

Only ideas

Sublime ideas

brought forth

by forces

able to distract

the night watchmen

poem of the day December 3


I like the way

the white snow

drapes over the

maple branch

like a fur coat

more warm

and ready

for winter then I

poem of the day December 2

Nature's might

Snowed all night

Dawn to light
World is white 

What a sight 

poem of the day December 1


Some souls walk
in and out of spirit
Some have rings
that even sing
The universe guides
them all from small

boats set upon huge seas 

with lifetimes full of tendencies

poem of the day November 30


I wonder what it is like

to be a Siamese fighting fish

alone in a life of isolation

Forever angry

Forever at war

Never at peace

Is there some happiness

Some meaning

to be so beautiful

within the fold of self darkness?

poem of the day November 29

A

lot of

big wishes

are being hung

on fresh wishing trees

I see mountain like piles

of perfect perfection being

claimed by cars full of families

bursting with hope and anticipation

It is the exquisite holiday lead up fueled

 by the march of emotions that consume many

a human soul

yet no one

asks the trees if they believe

poem of the day November 28


Each year only a few survive

A turkey here, A turkey there

Two are always pardoned by the president

Mostly though the big birds are being roasted

and stuffed with tasty stuffing by the millions

to be served as the delicious centerpiece of Thanksgiving

Yet everyone knows turkey wasn't even on the menu of the very first feast

It was all five hundred years of lies, fake news carefully 

spread by the real meal that day, those ruthless fascist ducks

poem of the day November 27


The sky is crimson today

The spruce are silhouetted

The early red dawn sparks my imagination

I am riding time as it glides over the landscape

poem of the day November 26


Inner astronauts

explore inside space

mixing the ideas of god

with the extreme pressure 

of cold unshakable gravity

The bones become highways

in which to travel many miles

No special gear is needed

only the song of perseverance

where imagination becomes reality

poem of the day November 25


Born with emotions

in which to navigate

a lifetime

the pristine soul

was pure and rudderless

Had nothing to fear

Had nothing to hate

Had nothing to anger

All that turmoil was learned

from others who had come before

poem of the day November 24


The snow was white

in the dark filled night

glistening right before the dawn

I was up, still tired, sipping Joe

trying to write a poem

It was then I heard

the silence of the change

from late dusk to early dawn

I watched the light on new born snow

from the comfort of my home

poem of the day November 23


Close to an open sun

The light waxing through the 

stand of tall spruce looks

like the tail feathers of

an early primordial bird

The sky illuminates the inner

soul of each quill with

a long tongue sent from far away

poem of the day November 22


Walking outward
Walking inward
with a pace full of peace
A good bridge between
worlds divided by thin skin lines
of open and closed
Where to take the first step
depends if you are looking
Outside in or Inside out

poem of the day November 21


What truths lie below the skin

Below the shrink wrapped layer

that holds together a living soul

We all see the shallow emotional landscape 

The great ocean range from smiles to frowns

Yet it goes deeper deeper then that

I believe truth depends on the bones

and how one holds the universal moral structure of evolution

poem of the day November 20


The signs were hints

of opposite directions

Loud words plastered

on the lips of angry faces

There was very little left

for those who sat in the center

watching the "reel" world spin

out of moral all control

poem of the day November 19


To see inside

your anatomy

requires no eyes

just a feeling of sensitivity 

not born of emotion

but gathered slowly

as you travel over

all the peaks and valleys

All the bones and organs

to find that place within the hall 

where inner peace greets your soul

poem of the day November 18


Foggy dawn

Clouds surround

Black turning grey

Air near freezing

Loud quiet silence 

overtakes the meadow

poem of the day November 17


Someone called me up

to say they loved the sea

Loved the waves of harmony

Loved the water and how it felt

to use the wet to inside melt

the frozen life of many fears

to finally know for what to tear

poem of the day November 16


The dogs are full of ticks

Some the size of rotten grapes

I have to say over time I have come

to enjoy picking them off

and throwing them in the wood stove

I am wondering what God would say?

poem of the day November 15


The moon was so bright

it was hard to tell the dawn

Only now can I see the rays

of the fresh morning light

The moon reminded of 

beautiful egg like flowers

setting the stage for

new bloom of life

poem of the day November 14


The old becomes new

The new becomes old

The circle continues

with the babies we hold

The magic of life

begins with a breath

will last for a lifetime

until we all rest

poem of the day November 13


The eve of America

is clouded in cold

From coast to coast

Snow wind fire rain

signaling the seriousness

of the situation

A fight for the soul of the nation

There are no Gods to help

only mortals with suits of prejudices

designed to tailor the reality

May the rays of honest light

open all consciousness

allowing the truth to come forth

poem of the day November 12


Cold dark morning rain

keeps the dawn away

I have been watching

the slow advance of light

wondering if the rain might

turn into the first winter snow

poem of the day November 11


Non stop universes

are streaming away

as fast as they can

going to somewhere 

expected or unexpected

Yet the ride is so smooth 

I do not feel anything

except the aches and pains

of my very small life

poem of the day November 10


We live within

a rounded world

full of water, air and land

Tiny sticks straight out of mud

walking hard with greedy thoughts

on lovely open virgin soil

like rotting fish about to spoil 

poem of the day November 9


Frosted meadow

Cold bird shivering

on a barren branch

I admire the stoic solitude 

Watching, waiting

for the first rays

of November sun

poem of the day November 8


I read the Brander

has branded another jiggle

in the quest to be 

the greatest of all narcissists

The Angry Majority

It has a ring born of hate

A war cry for the unhappy proud  

Mad as hell on the wrong side of happiness

To stop the lure of this mad branded magnet

we need happy people not TV robots

poem of the day November 7


One begins the day

by opening to the dawn

Glimpsing out of eyes

that have spent the night

closed in dreams that

may or may not

guide the day

poem of the day November 6

Trees are grey 

Sky is grey

Roads are grey

Moods are grey

World is grey

Full November grey

Color without color

only grey lifeless shades 

of black and white extremes

The grey seems so settled

as if an early winter day

poem of the day November 5

Stark branches

silhouetted by 

early orange sky

appear as naked dancers

shivering on the frosty dawn

If I was God of nature

I would have left 

their summer leaves on

poem of the day November 4


It all has to do with angles

Small sailed boats floating in circles

The degrees are tiny rain drops

that have floated down a deep river

The depth of all thoughts are decided

by raw emotions of good and bad

Where we go and who we are

depends on this intersection of humanity

poem of the day November 3


There is an abundance of time

Everyday, 24 hours of time

No exceptions

Time has never miss a minute

It is only our simple illusion

that leads to confusion

Like why are we so 

obsessed with time?

It does not matter of course

late or early

worm or birdie

Yet tonight we have decided

to set time back time a tock 

so don't forget to change your clock

poem of the day November 2


I want to walk atop

ideas as they flow

out of the universe

I want to ride clean wind

as it pushes pure water

down to the sea

I am in the low valley dreaming

about high peaked mountains

Wondering how long it will

take for the Earth to be human free?

poem of the day November 1


An old chair

with a worn seat

lay outside in the rain

neglected by time

I drove by wondering

who sat for so many years

in this discarded throne

that was now soaked to the bone

poem of the day October 31


The world is a big place

full of mountains and valleys

full of lands and oceans

Where waves and wind

travel sometimes in the same direction

making changes all over the landscape

like artists painting from inside the whole

poem of the day October 30


Quiet surrounds

the early dawn

holding the deep sleep

of the night before

in a cradle of darkness

where all souls wait for

the first sounds of light

poem of the day October 29


The day felt like copper

The oaks were bronze sentries 

lining the roadway toward home

The fallen leaves of all trees mixed

together to form a brown blanket

that welcomed the warm rays of the sun

sending sparkles of golden treasures everywhere

poem of the day October 28


I dreamed I was the goldfish
in Aunt Marilyn’s kitchen
living in a one room glass fish tank
full of New York City tap water
with a grand view of the refrigerator
and the old gas stove
I had nothing to do but dream
of the nothingness of life
which became very meaningful
when I realized perhaps I really was
the goldfish who was dreaming up me

poem of the day October 27


I learned at the party
of the new centenarian

his secret of longevity

I was surprised to hear
It was to always worry
Yet not be in a hurry
Plan a full rewarding day
But mostly surround yourself
with the love of friends and family

where the circle of life never ends

poem of the day November 26


Fire and Water

all over the world

Floods and Infernos

Wind eating Wood

Climate change is not going good

poem of the day October 25


I wasn't able to walk on water

but I was able to walk in water

though I got very wet on pure H2O

that should count for something

especially when I see that sinners are  

in charge of handing out the blessings

poem of the day October 24


The difference

between boats

is just some water

slapping within the tides

And nothing like the big waves

that wash life upon the shores

poem of the day October 23


Begin another morning

on the wall of ritual

Wash your face

Say some grace

Then stumble

out the door

poem of the day October 21


A flower opens

with a sudden burst 

of emotion found deep

inside the marrow

Rising to bloom 

like big wet eyes

of a heart felt storm

poem of the day October 22


It take a lot of years

to live to be a hundred

So few reach this club of a century

Where 36,500 days of sunrises, sunsets

house a million memories of past events

It is a rare special life full of humanity

to be one that knows the secret of longevity

And soon at his happy 100 birthday party

I will ask my friend, the centurion

How does one live to be three score and forty

poem of the day October 20


Up before for the fall sun

feeling the fresh cold of night

linger on my open soul

I am like the meadow grass

full of eager anticipation

waiting for the warm light 

poem of the day October 19


Some trees

have lost 

their leaves

Others are 

full of color

A checker board

marks every change

as seasons turn

within this game

poem of the day October 18



A 19th century evening
Oil lamps light the house
In bed very early
to sleep away the night
I am up now trying to
remember my old fashioned dreams
from generations long ago

poem of the day October 17


Rain and wind
The power out
Dark gray day
lingers longer
then the life
of morning candles

poem of the day October 16


The still before

an all out rain

allows for quiet reflections

where one is able 

to savoir the past while it lasts

poem of the day October 15


Tables wait

inside a room

Well dressed with 

china from the wall

A parade of food

makes its way

as gathered chairs begin to fill

Soon a toast is called

all around the world  

with familiar songs from every home 

Giving life to tables waiting their room

poem of the day October 14


A triangle became a circle

Two triangles became a star

I was looking at the Milky Way

trying to find all universal shapes

while sitting on my earthly square

It was then I realized the door

of eternity was nothing but a rectangle 

swinging on the shaped filled hinges of life

poem of the day October 13


Happy within a bound sea

the little fish swims so free

until it reaches the river's edge

where other water begins to spread

beyond the gate of familiar tears

into the pool of worldly fears

poem of the day October 12


A leaf alive

within the wind

flutters on 

wings of whim

Where to go 

What to see

I wonder as I watch it be

poem of the day October 10


How many drips of dew fill a dawn?

The elixir sweet fog of night dreams

covers the earth like a long wet blanket

Shivering souls sweat songs before the sun

How many drips can you count on a tongue?

poem of the day October 10


I am looking for

an emotional support tree

One I can bring with me

On a plane to Spain

so I won't have to face

the falling rain alone

And turn the water into happy cheers

instead of sadness found in old long tears

poem of the day October 9


There are no cross roads anymore

cause no chicken in their right mind

wants to get to the other's side

There are only tribal teams

Big paper tigers riding blind cheerleaders

that dazzle the mind while dancing

on a stage full of black hate and white love

"What happened?" God shouted to a pack of righteous worms 

dressed in Sunday best he found walking the narrow minded road

"Don't you know the early birds soon will be a coming"

poem of the day October 8


A march of change

needs a direction

Otherwise it

ends up going

in circles of raw emotion

poem of the day October 7


After many years

There is one thing I know

I see the mountain 

and later living

same as you always do

poem of the day October 6


Some worlds are open
Some worlds are closed
How to know which is which
takes a lifetime to behold

poem of the day October 5


The simple pleasure of food

The anticipation of recipes

Handed down favorites 

All special 

All love felt

A good time for families

to share suppers 

around the home table

full of happy conversations

warmed by belly laughs

both sweet and savory

poem of the day October 4


Drifting in a gentle dawn rain

wet leaves filled with night dreams 

fall to the ground full of memories

I wonder if they will remember their journey

when awaken by the drying light of day

poem of the day October 3


The gate of stagnation blew open

in a free wind for the first time in years

It took a while for indecisive footprints 

caught in their own red and white shoes

to move forward through the polarized soil

salted with the hatred of loud fear-mongers

The gate was bathed in the pure blue sunshine of the constitution

Looking back it was a good day of freedom

poem of the day October 2

Wind clouds held hands
looking very married
Sky was bright blue
Half shadow sun
illuminated two sunflowers
Drums from a muted plane engine
accompanied a monarch
flying over the meadow

I was leaning on a tree

who was chilling with me

poem of the day October 1


Time washes over a room

leaving layers

A laugh

A cry

A piece of pie

Remembrance 

inside walls

200 years of emotions

glued with the dust

of humanity

Buried deep 

Yet sometimes opened

but only by the light of a living soul

poem of the day September 30


Circles meeting at the well

A reunion of time and space

Tadpoles swimming in the 

frosh of primordial nectar 

Alive with a freshness that

wiggles toward perfection

Circles evolve into spirals

as they once again leave the well

to swim within the boundaries of life

found between heaven and earth

poem of the day September 29


Indian summer

Day warm 

Sun strong 

Feels like heaven

on a happy face

poem of the day September 28


The glue wasn't holding anymore

Everything was falling apart

The two sides of the same coin 

struggled to stick together

Everybody should have known

it was bound to happen

The glue was just too old and full of

18th century ideals of right and wrong

The land of milk and honey had changed

Truth was no longer needed in a grey world

 now made of ideas that are not meant to last

poem of the day September 27


The dawn light almost 

looks like Halloween

Black night 

Orange sky

makes me think of pumpkin pie

poem of the day September 26


When the Indians finally

break the circled wagons

It will every rat for themselves

Nobody will save the king of the flies

poem of the day September 25


From far away

I could not tell

if it was a leaf 

or a butterfly

It danced long on

the meadow top

to skim the grass

of lollipops

The colors of this UFO

merged a monarch

with a maple leaf

And although I did not

get close enough

I enjoyed this flutter

of Autumn fluff

poem of the day September 24


The Blue Jays are back

I've seen a few with Canadian handbags

flying in from the north

They look great after their summer vacation

Fat, well rested and full of advise

They shout-sing to all around

letting everybody know

The Blue Jays are back in town

poem of the day September 23


The first day of Autumn

wore Summer on its back

The Crickets all were singing

in a brand new Cadillac 

Only the Ants were working

on this very glorious day

for they knew from experience

cold Winter was on the way

poem of the day September 22


The trees liked the day

It was warm and sunny

Their leaves were just

starting to turn colors

so even the early dawn

was pleasant on their covered bark

but mostly the trees were out human watching

marveling at the splendid colors of fall fashion

poem of the day September 21


A dream begins

with the wink of an eye

The nightly fall into a different

type of  human reality

Where abstract meets logic

Sometimes twisting

life into strange circles

Able to open realms within 

the field of otherwise unreachable possibilities

poem of the day September 20


At twilight the shadows

go deeper and deeper into darkness

I am watching them from my window

At dawn the shadows re-emerge

from a long night's sleep

awakening into the light

Again I am watching from my window

I see, feel an earthly tide of opening and closing

Reminding me of a magic merry-go-round of everyday life

poem of the day September 19


Another day of drifting

toward what we do not know

Out of control sunspots

are turning into public spectacles

designed to hide the truth 

What news can a muse generate

when there is so much popcorn clutter

with too many shows but nowhere to go

poem of the day September 18


What if the sun and

moon traded places

Would we still sleep at night?

Would flowers still bloom in the day?

Would we change day and night

by turning night into day?

Would good morning become good evening?

And would we change the order of morals

Would it now be Dark and Light?

Evil and Good?

Something to think about while walking the woods

poem of the day September 17


To understand

the mind of a stream

one has to walk across

all kinds of ideas

that get trapped

in the quicksand

of fast flowing water

poem of the day September 16


We are all stars

Stars of the universe

Stars of our own movie

Tiny lights floating in the big darkness

Mostly afraid of the eternal black vastness

Trying desperately to merge with other lights

To belong to some large super nova

Unaware of consequences that lurk

in the magnetic pulse of unstable human emotions

poem of the day September 15


The new trend in cooking was

apples and oranges did mix

The idea soon seeped into the heart of cultures

Almost instantly groups that hated each other

suddenly merged to become friends

full of a new kind of super juice called love

poem of the day September 14


It was about the winning

It was not about the game

The prize was recognition

The craving of the vain

I see the orange light bulb

of the fortune teller's ball

It reflected off the winner

who had lost it for us all 

poem of the day September 13


Light through the trees

can be seen this dawn

Rays of euphoric sparkles

lighten  the deep forest floor

reminding me that love can shine

even in dark places within a blackened soul

poem of the day September 12


A puppet needs a puppet master

A puppet master needs a puppet

What I am trying to figure out 

in the vague grey world of upside down politics

Is who is the puppet and who is the puppet master?

poem of the day September 11


A still muggy morning

Early birds feasting on bounty

Unaware of anything except eating

Those little worms must taste great

as the birds eagerly down plump night crawlers

with the same relish I do while devouring 

a three pound perfectly cooked lobster

poem of the day September 10


There is crazy

There is more crazy

There is even more crazy

The norms of behavior

have been thrown out the window

and are in need of a savior

But the savior doesn't

have a flock anymore

All those marks of the devil

when we were kids seem so simple now

The Bar code and Ping Pong machine have

grown into monsters with names

like Alexa or Suri

that spy on souls who eagerly

give into shallow desire and don't

care or understand the dripping, 

or the eroding of morality

Humanity is at the cross road of time

Don't let the fiddler divide your mind

poem of the day September 9


Some sun sunflowers

are so tall they

reach through the clouds 

into the world of fantasy 

where ideas mix with dreams

forming perfect little suns

to help light everyday rainbows

poem of the day September 8


A million Grasshoppers

within the meadow grass

Along with billions of Crickets

singing from everywhere

I did not know until I mowed

that there were many armies about

until they fluttered all around

with long wing like oars

reminding me of endless wars

poem of the day September 7


The same still photo of sunrise was

forever placed in front of the hotel window

Never changed even once 

Yet day after day

Year after year

the masses including me

lined up to peer 

through this window at the same sunrise

that was always different

How can this be?

Do we really see what we see?

poem of the day September 6


Dust covers everything

covers the fresh rain

as soon as it falls

Even covers busy highways

full of emotional turmoil 

until the loud horns are quickly forgotten

by the insensitive masses 

too busy to live their own lives

poem of the day September 5

There was a mountain

hiding in a valley floor 

though none could see

The mountain had dripped

down with the rain 

a piece at a time

until it was forgotten

by all except the miners

hunting for gold

poem of the day September 4


There is a time

where everything is calm

Everything is at rest

But then at some point

something stirs

I wonder what makes

the stir go crazy?

poem of the day September 3


The first dark age was still within control

The was no reliance on centralized electricity 

and knowledge was preserved in books

enabling a few learned men to save the treasured wisdom

The hordes were self-sufficient

and had enough survival skills to

ride out the black winter storms which lasted a cruel 500 years

The second dark age will not be as easy for we are 

a long way from this simplicity

Few have the skills to raise their own food or gather fuel

The hordes are now controlled by technology and are glued

to the screen where lives are fabricated by the fashion of delusion

Meanwhile weapons have advanced to the point of no return

We can only hope that perhaps there is a real God

poem of the day September 2


At the flea

behind me

was a man

A white man

selling fake

Jim Crow

and other fakes

All made in China

He wore a

Trump hat

and chained

smoked cigars

The smoke filtered

over on to me

and I was soon poisoned

by his insensitivity

All day long

I wondered what

makes him tick

as I began to feel real sick

poem of the day September 1


Find that path  

Walk along

each day

Bring friends

that is a good karma

poem of the day August 31


Tag Sailing

is a contact sport

full of twists and turns

A race of collectors

descending  on a yard sail

to satisfied a full body desire 

poem of the day August 30


Is there a plan for randomness

in case things don't go as planned?

That was the question being contemplated by the Gods 

The amoebas had just emerged 

from the frosty brew of life

The sea was alive with one cell animals

Billions and billions

swimming

wiggling

dividing into more and more billions

Until the unthinkable happened

instead of forming new amoebas

The one cell  life began to grow into many connected cells

of the same being

It will be OK, one of the Gods finally said

We will invent the concept of Hell

poem of the day August 29

Two can play this solitaire 

far away from pretty hair

All games begin life as cake

frosting is the card of fate

poem of the day August 28


Friends

Amigos

The special bonding

of humanity

What makes

this random journey

from stranger

to friend?

Is it ordained?

Luck? 

Some universal love factory where

we are all a bunch bouncing bubbles

pouring out of sweet champagne?

Who knows who or where our tiny bubbles will meet

perhaps the secret is found in the feet 

poem of the day August 27


Looking into the eye

of a spider's web

I see a long dark enticing tunnel 

ending in a lighted open doorway

making it hard for a big bug

to resist the illusion of a grand life somewhere

just beyond the other side of the rainbow 

poem of the day August 26


The path was worn

from many years of mindless walking

The once proud mountains

were now smooth and soft

Deeper and deeper footprints 

made their way into familiar valleys

It was only when the road ended

did a traveler know if they had

chosen the right direction

poem of the day August 25


The idea of time 
fleeting moments 

Sometimes slow 

Sometimes  fast
What makes the heart beat
in a connected world
depends on many circumstances
For time does not move off mountains 

or touch valleys without leaving footprints

full of human emotions 

poem of the day August 24


So many flowers

Gardens alive with color

A long summer kaleidoscope

The secret of twirling rainbows 

Pungent beats of an open heart

Be a butterfly flap your wings 

poem of the day August 23


A forgotten rain

fell last night

got stuck in the tree tops

and never would have fallen out

without the morning wind

Reminding me of 

just how connected

in sync-step all things ARE

Especially for those souls

walking under wet leaves

poem of the day August 22


The breath between

the sun and moon

embraces both night and day

It flies along the ridge of souls

from mountains down to valley floors

merging light within soft human folds

allowing love to open long closed doors

poem of the day August 21


An early rumble

Morning thunder

wakes a sailor's sky

Green leaves

coated in an orange glow

making me think of

a mid-summer's dawn

as a rain begins the journey

somewhere on the way towards fall

poem of the day August 20


Fresh mowed grass

on a hot August day

Fog like tiny souls

seemed to fly

up over my mind

reminding me of 

the vastness of life

I see a robin fishing for worms 

unconcerned with my thoughts

poem of the day August 19


Humid stillness

Human stillness

The day is sleepy

The mind is sleepy

The emotions of all night storms

of past and present are at rest

All is quiet in the morning courtyard

The bird of life is in the nest

poem of the day August 18


Almost dark

The night alive

with stale shadows

that suddenly scatter

Then I see the reflection of

an open door full of eternal light

poem of the day August 17


I have been

thinking about

houses and homes

And if houses feel lucky 

if they house a sweet home

But does a sweet home 

need a lucky house 

to be happy go lucky

I will ask this question

to the all knowing doors

who will answer by

opening or closing some more

poem of the day August 16


Sun spots on earth

are burning hate into humans

I hear especially the white un-tan-ables

are angry beyond recognition

poem of the day August 15


You sat on my mind

Opened your flower

from outside in

drawing me deeper

into the bliss of belonging

poem of the day August 14


Somewhere

between time

lives a certain

type of immortality

So says the ant

to the flying bee

while feasting on flowers 

full of sweet eternity

poem of the day August 13


The eyes look behind you

The eyes look in front

Some eyes see the sunrise

Some eyes see the inner light

There are eyes locked into pleasure

There are eyes locked into pain

For all eyes begin from deep within

to witness every human thing

from shining virtue to exciting sin 

poem of the day August 12


A few sunflowers

dotting the garden

Tall stalks reaching

ever higher for heaven

bringing their idea of God

as I watch  sunrise surrounded

by sunflowers of perfection 

poem of the day August 11


A twinge of fall

rides an August night

on a windy cold carpet

reminding me of change

A change that begins as 

innocent as a blacken lamb

seemingly lost within a very predicable road

poem of the day August 10


The old hammer

at the flea market

looked like it had

bang a whole bunch

of nails in a lifetime

full of constant work

It was with a group 

of other worn tools

for sale on a table

full of someone's past life

I wondered as I walked by

if anyone remembered the carpenter

who had once owned it,

poem of the day August 9


A walk within

the scared temple

takes no conscious steps

All that is needed

is the gentle breath

to complete an inner journey

poem of the day August 8


Sun spots on earth

Bombs flying over

the other moon

The temple opens

But there are no doors

leading toward oneness

I only see the vultures 

waiting patiently

for more long bones

suffering in the carnage

poem of the day August 7


Spider webs

full of early dew

sparkle in

the morning light

hypnotizing

many a bug

into the netherworld

of deadly tangles

poem of the day August 6


Ships in the night

The passing of a 

stranger's smile

Perhaps a lone circle

from another world

A comet from a

distant universe

What is the real

understanding of time?

poem of the day August 5


The moon went to bed

The sun began to rise

It was an unbalanced seesaw

kept in check only by the simple

water found inside the ocean tides

poem of the day August 4


The guns went on strike

and would not fire anymore

They got sick of following

the whims of their hate filled masters

As one they all refused to shoot

even the bullets and bombs joined in

It was only then the human madness stopped

poem of the day August 3


The long dog days

are losing light

a few minutes

at a time

I feel the tide

before it turns

slack and lazy

Like being full

after a big meal

satisfied with the moment

yet still unconcerned with

each passing of time

poem of the day August 2


Digging a hole

for a holy tree

Deeper and deeper

inside of we

The shovel seems

sharp and eager

More alive with

each thrust into

our living flesh

full of all emotions

hard stones

soft sands

The digging goes on

Deeper and deeper

until the whole has been dug

It is then I wonder 

who picks the holy tree

god or some idea of humanity

poem of the day August 1


The grain of wood

A grain of sand

The difference

between less and more

Changes life on an open door

poem of the day July 31


Flowers in a vase

best capture

the fleeting

poignancy of beauty

The perfection of petals

in full bloom 

move all beating hearts

toward fragile happiness