poem of the day March 31


The vessel

had no real value

when it was just

a simple communal cup 

Only an useful utility 

for all share a drink 

It was not until

the vessel became 

a golden fluted

diamond encrusted 

ruby red emerald jade goblet 

that it became prized for its beauty

not its usefulness

It was then the value 

of the vessel

became more important

More desirable then

any liquid it could ever hold

poem of the day March 30


So many thoughts

in so many minds

If I'm in yours

then you're in mine

Where do they come

Where is the chain

Tis the link of emotion

that touches the brain

poem of the day March 29


We all love our car

more then the car loves we

These machines are

not our destiny

They don't care

whether they run or not

or about ideas from

the human juggernaut 

Yet we strive to make

them become self drive

so they can feel 

the thrill of alive

poem of the day March 28

I say a tide

is born by

a moving moon

often tied

to tangled knots

The used knife is

willed through generations

Well sharpened

by the glare of 

practiced eyes

Always surprised to be 

inside of flying things

armed with only melting wings

poem of the day March 27


The tree looked so happy

basking in the spring sun

unencumbered by summer leaves

It reminded me for no good reason

of that time before a busy season

poem of the day March 26


How heavy the dogs

How heavy the cats

is good to know when shopping

for an extra strong umbrella 

in strange dreams

just before cats and dogs

fall to earth as rain

poem of the day March 25


Walk outside

Early spring

Snow scattered

Melting islands

The sun warm

In a clearing

Robins hunt

The dogs chase

Worms live another sunrise

poem of the day March 24


How life works

The realm of reality

asks a question

Those seeking answers

live in caves

Their doors open

letting in light

Everyone runs

from the beginning

to find some money

opening thoughts of greed

Making it very hard 

for original reality to work

poem of the day March 23


The unconscious

moving slowly along

the edge of time

Something

or nothing

left or right

sharp or dull

push or pull

light or heavy

dawn to dusk

I see eyes on

the horizon

like flying fish

clouding the air

with two schools

of  thought

poem of the day March 22


Another morning

Another breath of light

The eye of the rising sun

allows an awakening world

a glimpse of dawn

before it's gone

poem of the day March 21


The moon was big and red

a rising great round fire ball

that hung across the sea of sun

like lovers on a shore less tide

Alive with only the touch of light 

a place entwined where fingers seldom meet

unless the spring rides her train

with time as slivered as fate filled freight

poem of the day March 20



The energy

of the soul

has the ability

to soar past

obstacles 

that would stop

a tired body

from opening

the waiting door

poem of the day March 19


An old New England town

is disappearing 

Not my town

or your town

but someone's town

First the the old inn

burned down

torched by neglect

Then a fast truck carrying the future

plowed apart long abandoned homes

full of only memories

It started slowly

like a creeping tide

One by one empty spaces

filled the once busy street

I drive by to see

the long grand church

full of the despair of disrepair 

It makes me wonder if

anyone cares

poem of the day March 18


Inching toward spring

The snow retreats daily

The sun is now stronger

then my imagination

I do feel the warm rays

of a well deserved March smile

spread over the meadow 

like songs from heaven

poem of the day March 17


It was the repeating struggle

with no good solutions

to be found anywhere within time

Humans were trying

to be as perfect as Machines

While Machines were trying 

to be as imperfect as Humans

It made no sense

unless it was just some

weird pleasure only known to gods

poem of the day March 16


The way the sun

streamed through

the east door window

to open the long farm table

with a rushing light wave

illuminated a pair of glasses

left the night before

in such a haphazard way

that its shadow spelled

out a good morning "Hi"

Was this randomness

Or a greeting from the sky?

poem of the day March 15


So much interconnection

Yet so easy to miss the pull

Lives trapped in fragile hour glasses

somewhere within the hall of confusion

trying to slip in and out of the trick of time

poem of the day March 14


Some trees are for paper

Some trees are for wood

Some trees live in houses

Some trees live in woods

Some trees are for climbing

Some trees are for boats

Some trees are for fire

Some trees are to smoke

Some trees are full of rubber

that drips out when tapped

But the tree for somebody

just like me has sugar for its sap

poem of the day March 13


On the peak of a new post and beam

someone has nailed a young evergreen

It is an old time tradition this sacrifice 

where a fresh dying tree  brings a barn to life

poem of the day March 12


The birds were

high up on the top

branch chattering

to themselves 

as I watched

It was still dawn 

Not much light

I could not tell who they were

only that there were eight

But I could hear them

having lots of fun

while waiting for the sun

poem of the day March 11


What comes first

Heart beat or heart

Love or lover

I wonder about this

This about I wonder

Like how many ways

does spring follow summer?

poem of the day March 10


I am feeling old fashion

while walking with passion

along the old meadow tree line

Out with a bit brace and buckets

but no modern tools

I am the sugar man

in command of the field

I approach an ancient maple

that has stood for years

I notice all the old holes

now closed like a calendar

of  sweet nothing more  

I put my lips on the spigot

and wait as those before

for sap of my lover

to drip out the door

poem of the day March 9


Wild

Tame

Two words

to keep in mind

while riding the tiger

Make sure to

bring some sort of wizard

in case you have to escape

from the face within the smokey mirror

poem of the day March 8


Influence

is like a

hand of 

well shuffled cards

Aces turning up

seemingly out of nowhere

Pitches thrown

by paper tigers

that ride

the lives 

of angry sheep

too tired

to count their own

balls and strikes

poem of the day March 7

The way old snow 

clings to an old tree

reminds me of 

of old friends

Life full of stillness

so fresh and pure

waiting patiently 

for the light of change

I collected some snow

into a rich beggar's cup

and watch the love

that bubbles up

poem of the day March 6


The idea of skin

The edge 

The boundary

of souls

The elastic balloon 

where the breath of life

fuels the beat

of the heart 

Where we all live

within the pressure

of humanity

Somewhere between

heaven and hell 

poem of the day March 5


Within the ocean

is the secret sea

full of boats of destiny

Where the lives of you

and the lives of me

float across eternity

Yet the soul within 

the water drop

has atoms that

can blow you up

This fragileness of harmony

makes it very hard to see

the ocean from the hidden  sea

poem of the day March 4


A truly innocent man was about

to be executed

for a crime he

did not commit

Thirty three years ago

Inno Cence was in the wrong place

to witness the heinousness

evil of selfish mankind

One of only two survivors

The fearful mob needed vengeance

The real killer was famous

for his suits of delusion

His fake mask of righteous morality 

was carefully stitched over the blisters of immorality

to easily convince the ignorant

of the guilt of the truly innocent

As the execution drew near

Inno Cence was asked if

he had any last words of repentance

This is what he said

"Wake up mankind before it is too late

Jesus did not die for your sins

Jesus died because of your sins"

poem of the day March 3

A circle returns

Happy dogs wagging tails

keeping track of time

I see a round mountain

without any clouds

The house is warm

I am glad to be home

drinking coffee

writing bad poems

poem of the day March 2


Winding like a snake 
somewhere in the big line
Feeling the pull of humanity 
Inch by inch
Minute by minute 
Trying to read minds
so I will not have to
think of time

poem of the day March 1


Tea leaves

tell the future

only after you

have drunk the water 

But the real cards 

The ones dealt at birth 

foretell a lifetime