poem of the day April 30


How many buds

can be on a branch

laden with the mark of spring?

And how many of those buds

are going to be flowers?

Is it random or preordained?

I don't care as long as 

the smell of magnolia opens my brain

poem of the day April 29


Every human

part of humanity

leaves the womb

as an untainted soul

of pure fresh light

This star pulse of time

is then shaped by

the roads of life

Where one ends up

in the highway depends

on which part of the human stew 

one passes and eats

poem of the day April 28


Last year's leaves

were having

one last fling

Millions twirling

all over the road

in a grand dance 

choreographed by the wind

The power of imagination

was very alive 

well dressed in brown suits

like Cinderella mice at a busy ball

I swear more then a few flew by me 

to tip their hats 

as if to say

A Simple life is Simply that

poem of the day April 27


A wave of hand

A wave of sea

A wave that 

washes over me

It all begins deep

within the toes

just like valleys 

before the road

from there it flows

up inside with inner chi

to wave my body toward eternity

poem of the day April 26


Buds breaking in the rain

opening the shut door

of a long tight winter

The sky is full of joyfulness

I watch a robin build a nest

among the new leaves of spring

poem of the day April 25


So little and tiny

with no power

of its own

a water drop

falls on a rock

like angel tears

A drip a day

for a billion years

and the rock has a hole

in its heart

straight through the center

I wonder if love is like that

dripping away

each day over a sad stone soul

until the pain melts away 

poem of the day April 24


A cloudy dawn

Air still after the rain

Buds begging to unfurl

I see the vigor of new life

emerging all over the landscape

especially on the red maples

which are quivering with anticipation

poem of the day April 23


A show

is preformed

each and everyday

whether or not

the star is ready

I imagine eyes 

My eyes

Your eyes 

opening all over the world

Waking souls

full of nothing

but humanity

Just in time

to star in an

original movie

But to be that play

Or play that bee

depends on you

depends on me

poem of the day April 22


Finding the inner light

depends on 

how dark you park

The bark of a tree

hides the seeds of secrets

better then the bark of  a dog

Emotion is energy

of the auto soul

Fireflies without disguise

fly about head high

while beaming rays of light 

Yet that flash is not

the inner light of souls

only a flower on the road

poem of the day April 21


The act

of allowing 

ourselves

to bloom in 

harmony

is the gate

we all face

when searching

for happiness

The scared lock of

intolerance

is shut tight

with righteousness 

making us perform

like long squirming squid

tied to a mindless soul 

Where black and white teams

misunderstand

that winning

is a one sided unbalanced prize

full of sacred hatred

And the very

opposite of well being

Just as Jesus

who was killed

in front of a very holy crowd

poem of the day April 20


A lone light

shines a vessel 

Full or Empty

Bright or Dim

Changing balls

rise and fall

Time glows

over this circle

Moored to thoughts

found within

poem of the day April 19


What if air

was heavier

than water

And we all lived

in air filled oceans 

Where the fish

swam above us

like birds

And the birds nested

in the deep trenches

that used to be

at the bottom of the sea

How different our lives would  be

poem of the day April 18


Green buds

swollen with

eager desire

Trees pulsing

in the strong sun

About to explode

in the big bang of spring

poem of the day April 17


Everybody 

wants wild

Wild meat

Wild fish

Wild fun

but if you 

turned a letter

upside down

all would be mild

Mild meat

Mild fish

Mild fun

Funny how

one small change

can mild even

the most wild

poem of the day April 16


A fire in an old Paris Church 

burns out of control 

fueled with the violence of

an unsettled future

The past soon becomes dust

One flame at a time

like an mourning omen wave

I hope the Hunch Back

has a good boat

to ride this ill wind of time

poem of the day April 15


Am I a round square round 

The two fit within each other

like a glove hugging the fingers of a hand

that point to a chicken

as it crosses the road

to maybe eat a toad 

A very round square toad

full of square round pie a la mode

If this is all true

then make mine a double

very square round square

if it's not too much trouble

poem of the day April 14


A spot of dust clings

to an empty soul

Riding time as it 

drifts through an open door

Unobserved it gathers

day after day

Until it has covered

the very path needed for salvation

poem of the day April 13


A bluebird on a apple tree

seems so happy

I could see

He had his beak

turned up in a smile

I sat and watched him for a while

poem of the day April 12


Power lose sight of virtue

We are back in the cave

The dark tunnel emerges

Fear spreads over the sky

The well is about to explode

The souls of ignorant mice

cling to strong men

like flies to angry honey 

They chant the new mantra

Sticks and stones

may break your bones

But words will surely kill you

poem of the day April 11


The birds are singing

I hear them all around

left right up down

The world moves in circles

way beyond their shore

yet the birds are 

just happily signing

without wanting for more

poem of the day April 10


Easy to find a needle 
in a haystack
if you don’t have any hay 
It just sticks out of the room 
like a dagger waiting to be
covered by time
The trick is to pick 
the prick of fate 
before it is too late

poem of the day April 9


A morning drizzle

fogs the windows

with imagination

Thoughts come and go

with the last of the snow

drifting mist on each frame

like an old picture show

I wonder if the clouds are proud

to part with these small tear drops of life

poem of the day April 8


Daffodils

pierce the ground

green fingers out of pie

Emerging after winter frost

to reach up to the sky

Where I will wait

with other souls 

gathered round the spring

for yellow headed Daffodils

to stand up proud and sing

poem of the day April 7


Better to be in the river

where the current of life takes

a soul in a thoughtless direction

not of one's own choosing 

OR

Better to be in the still lake

void of the current of life 

where  one's own thoughts 

are needed to reach  the  shore

All I can say is paddle your soul

in the direction you pray

poem of the day April 6


It was a new craze

diluting hate with love

Hugging away the anger

one tear at a time

Slowly changing from the inside

until love became eternal

It seemed to be working well

till they got to the iron fist of hell

poem of the day April 5


The word morning

touches a cord within

life's moving dream

A mantra of universal reflection

Making one aware

of the grand opening 

The parting of night to day

Tired or not, the word

comes like a messenger 

unconcerned with the trivial lives

found swimming in a human mind

lost before the start of day

poem of the day April 4


The boundaries

of love and hate

are surrounded

by more then fate

What makes the line

of red to gold

depends upon

the emotions you hold

poem of the day April 3


I was yesterday pruning 

a bunch of peach trees

wondering if a peach tree

ever wanted to prune me

cut out my disease

cut out a bone or two

that was growing wrong

This is what i'm thinking

while writing this poem

poem of the day April 2


The pines looked

extra special

An illuminating green

doting like sparkles

out of early spring hillsides

I think it is because

the swelling buds of

leafless awakening trees

make a wonderful background

of tangible anticipation

allowing the pines to glow

poem of the day April 1


An object

is different

than an objection

in the same way

a noun differs

from a verb

One is solid

the other is moving

One has matter

the other is grooving