poem of the day February 28


The shooting star

seemed so sad

streaking across the dark sky

in search of a mate

I hope the soul it touches is able

to reflect back the light

poem of the day February 27


My mother said

Happiness is always within you

All you have to do is grow the seed

Here is her creed:

Think about the most

amazing wonderful thing

you have ever done

Remember that best day

with your biggest inner smile

Let it bloom inside you

Realize that your happiness

is self contagious

very self replicating

very repairing

and always there for you

So what are you waiting for?

It is time to begin

Open your happy door 

and let well being in

poem of the day February 26

Man made or natural?

The whole coast is 

White sand

Blue water

Coconut palms

and sunshine

Yet most parts are full

of floating human garbage

I am contemplating this question

while walking on a pristine cleaned beach

where carefully positioned bungalows 

by famous architects merge

effortlessly into the tides 

"This is so pristine and natural" 

I shout out to the waves

I am surprised when a hermit crab answers me

"Are you sure this is the natural part of the sea?"

poem of the day February 25


A basket of fruit

is  more beautiful then

an impressionistic painting

Sweet dabbles of color merged from all over the rainbow

Where names like Dragon, Passion

bring a tangible hue 

to every brush stroke of perfection

I take a small palate knife

to this simple masterpiece and cut

into a green-orange papaya that turns

deep red delicious

surprising me

with a very deep sensuality

only found in the secret heart of hidden lovers

poem of the day February 24


The ants live here 
I am the guest
yet they are the ones
considered the pest
All day long 
they clean up my mess 
While poison is sprayed 
all over their nests

poem of the day February 23


Far away

with nothing

but time

I watch

the tourists

drink their wine

The  flow of life

begins to focus

as I sit and stare

at bad tattoos

from everywhere

A pretty girl

An ugly man

talk together

near the sand

I wonder what is within

their minds

as they sip some life

off the vine

Random selfies

with plastered smiled

are like lemmings

in the final hour

But mostly I think

at the marvel of life

the riches we see

poem of the day February 21


Drifting

Lost 

Not tied

to anchor

The boat

floats on

the whims 

of waves

poem of the day February 20


Clouds on mountains
Blue sky above 
The green of an orchard 
reflects the hidden well
of the planted valley
I think I see the fruit
within their eyes

poem of the day February 20


The sights of a waking city
as seen from a tall hotel
Stray dogs on the prowl
Fast cars filling the road
The sun has lite the skyline
into an early understanding
The sprawl of humanity
is like an open window
full of morning surprises

poem of the day February 19

Yesterday I ate
Ten prawns
Two squids
One fish
Some red ant eggs 
A piece of chicken 
A pork chop
Three oysters 
A plate of clams 
Rock lobster in bean paste 
And I feel great 
mostly because I 
did not eat the 
barbecued field rat
rubbed in chili 

poem of the day February 18


In the ruins of old Buddhas

walking through run down Stupas 

reminding me of space ships

In the light of current ignorance

I am wondering if enlightenment

has left the Earth and headed toward Mars

poem of the day February 17


On the floating market

in a long tired channel

full of tourist boats and

busy hustling vendors 

I watch a monitor lizard 

sunning itself along a rusty pier

just living everyday life

unaware that I am here

poem of the day February 16


Fish in a fish tank

Small world of life

I see the schools 

swimming in circles

Not much different

then traffic jams

on a crowded highway

I wonder what we look like

to aliens from outer space

poem of the day February 15


A fleeting moment
of crowded humanity
is reflected by the  eyes 
of many sleeping souls
The intimacy of the journey 
speaks silently as hearts
beat somewhere within
this flying caravan so
high in the wild sky

poem of the day February 14

Walking within

the boundaries 

of ordinary

is difficult

if one's mind

is full of ideas

found only

on the other side

of the yellow lines

poem of the day February 13


Watching snow

Wet cold ice flowing

through an hour glass

I feel the pull of water

hiding somewhere

within the power

of the hidden moon

poem of the day February 12


When climbing toward  heaven

All travelers have to be very careful

in picking the right amount of mountain

The trick is to know the difference

between an old peak and a young volcano

poem of the day February 11


Abstraction

with a mind 

full of wonderful ideas

can not relieve

the itch on 

the tip of your nose

For that you

will need some

kind of primal action

to insure immediate satisfaction

poem of the day February 8


Gods Go Do 

Dogs Do Go 

both contain

words that flow

But when I have

to think it through

Should I Go Do

or just Do Go?

If anybody knows

please let me know

poem of the day February 7



A long way away

somewhere floating

on a mind full of ideas

a dream opens a direction

sublime green slime mixing

reality with fantasy in a box

made of everyday clay

poem of the day February 6


Watching the dawn

is like riding the bus

in the beginning of a breath

Where fresh light waves

all the way from the sun

break over the shadowed soul

of many a night time survivor

poem of the day February 5


Seeds of destruction

were planted in

well dug holes

full of good intentions

They were mistaken

for golden dreams

promising happiness

and watered with 

hopeful lavish love

At first I felt sorry

for the seeds that

did not grow

But that was only until

I saw their orange war like glow

poem of the day February 4


First light thru trees

Trees in front of light

Somewhere there 

are shadows  but

I can not yet tell

new day from old night

poem of the day February 3


Watch

Watch

Watch the boat

lost within a dream

Staringly

Staringly

Staringly

Staringly life is now the screen

poem of the day February 2


They came armed

with a dozen poems

Some were short

Some were long

Some were true

Some were false

All made up by

poets of course

They faced the crowd

with just these words

The angry mob 

became a herd

The poems rang true

for many a one

but were no match

for the will of guns

poem of the day February 1


With an eye of understanding

to guide a boat of fate

a soul starts down the river

in a very empty plate

Along the way the water

tempts the captain's hand

as rocks appear full of fear

thrown by sinners on the land

And yet the boat does travel

on songs within the mind

to end up on a distant shore

somewhere short of time