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

poem of the day July 30



Humid morning

full of stale air

time lingering in nothingness

everything is so quiet

the only sound

is happy cat

purring by my feet

poem of the day July 29


Many small tents

fit into a large tent

so says nirvana

as she approached

the long angry mob

It wasn't long before

she realized

there were way too many

small tents with long poles

so high it was impossible 

for most small tents to even fit in

poem of the day July


Is it possible to share time

as it passes over the rainbow?

Does everybody see

the full blown colors of temptation

dropping deep inside of imagination?

Or is it too fleeting for any type  

of serious contemplation?

Perhaps the secret lies clouded

by a gentle eternal  like wind

blowing over the clock of human souls

Tick full of folly

Tock full of whim

Tick full of love

Tock full of sin

poem of the day July 27


For a log jam

there has to be

a lot of logs

out of control

racing down the river

at the same time

Like hungry sharks

feeding in a 

cannibalistic orgy

Yet the same amount of logs

tied together 

organized into a raft

would float calmly upon

the very currents

avoiding the tangled confusion 

of unpredictable desire

poem of the day July 26


The earth revolved

around the moon

The sun was somewhere

in a forgotten space

shining between fog and mist

lost inside a salted mind

Where the only sign 

was creeping light  from another time

poem of the day July 25


A surprising 

amount of time

is wasted just

staring at a clock

Yet time seems to pass

so slowly that nobody

even notices until it is too late

poem of the day July 24


sending 

receiving

open 

close

give

take

appear

disappear 

all part of 

interdependence

found within the door

of all souls

poem of the day July 23


The idea of water

falling from a parched sky

dropping out of clouds

like pearly diamonds

seems like wet dreams

full of happy tears

until it rains too much

poem of the day July 22


The crickets are coming

The crickets are coming

Small armies invading summer

with beautiful melodies

Swarming the meadows and fields

Good luck for open souls

Good food for all birds

poem of the day July 21


Small poem 

on a hot day

Conserve the words

Too much heat

outside to begin

Need the river

to jump right in

poem of the day July 20


It was the future

and everybody had a tail

That was the shocking report from

the first ever time travelers

As you can imagine the news of everyone

having a tail only a 150 years into the future was stunning

How could this evolutionary change happen?

That was the question all wanted answered

It came as a surprise 

when it was revealed

that in about the year 2036

growing a prehensile tail had  became 

a serious obsession for genome body modifiers

From there it wasn't long before the military and finally the whole world 

realized the potential of having a working tail

By the year 2096 the gene

was spliced  into everyone's DNA

so any baby born after that date would

genetically automatically grow a tail

"Wow" is all I can say having just heard this unbelievable news

 How will humanity handle the rise of tail fashion?

poem of the day July 19


The stillness 

of a humid 

July morning

is surrounded by

a fullness only

found in the air 

of lazy summer heat

poem of the day July 18


I just noticed 

There is a tree in my garden
A five foot tree that just appeared out of nowhere 

up near the fence where the weeds grow high

The tree must have been there for a couple of years

hiding in plain sight until one day it got to big to hide

Now the gardener ME has noticed it and has to play god  

poem of the day July 17


To divide

To separate

To keep souls apart

by spewing hate

is part of the big plan 

The grand plan of little men

Otherwise unconditional love

in long boats merging over the river

will become too strong and clear

for the little men who must control with fear

poem of the day July 16


Everything is so

out of control green

Green grass

Green leaves

Green hills

Green valleys

All shades of green

are still expanding into summer

The farm is growing like green wild witch hair

My only hope is that my non green lawn mower starts

poem of the day July 15


How deep to dive

depends on fear

How far would you

travel in strange waters

known as the abyss? 

poem of the day July 14


The slap of waves on Island rock
Sky blue merging with navy swells
A lone sailboat rides  big water 
all the way from a wishing well 
I see the vastness inside out
A dream perhaps beneath some sea

poem of the day July 13


Praying and Preying
have nothing in common
But a homophone
Yet sound so much the same
in this error of fake news 
that I think some churches 
have confused them

poem of the day July 12


Merging

instead

of conflicting

Merging 

instead

of fighting

Merging

with love

into everyone

How different

the world will be

when you are me

poem of the day July 11


I hear that Daniel Boone 
owned a very silver spoon 
which he carried in his raccoon hat 
to remind him of his early youth 
before he killed the wild cat
I heard he used it everyday 
to eat up all the golden porridge 
found somewhere deep down the road
well inside the virgin forest  

poem of the day July 10


The fleeting sounds of singing song birds

remind me of the impermanence of life

The familiar cords well played by everyday illusion

are soon regulated to memory and buried in the woodshed

poem of the day July 9


Drifting

No root

Floating

on seaweed

to another

delusion

No real time

Such is

the life

of  a hermit crab

poem of the day July 8


Age creeps up

on vines grown

from time long ago

Seed to seed

the early years

blow by with

the anticipation

of the future

Then the tide slacks

with waters full

of never ending flowers

that eventually grow stagnant

in the routine of immorality

Only when the winds blows

are we reminded of

the universal march of all things living

poem of the day July 7


If a hug brings

a certain instantaneous

universal spontaneous happiness

Why are we not hugging all the time?

poem of the day July 6


Baby turkeys

running wild

The lone fox

stalks the same meadow

I watch from the window

wondering about  destiny

poem of the day July 5


Change the record

Go back 

Go forward

But be careful 

not to scratch your soul

poem of the day July 4


The tanks are rolling into

the streets of the capital

on this Forth Of July

No it is not a foreign invasion

but rather a perversion of power 

with an egotistical desire to brand freedom

poem of the day July 3


Deep and Shallow

are almost never able to meet

Unable to open any real door

like two seas separated

by mindless desert

both living life on 

opposite sides of fantasy

It would take a miracle boat

and a great flood to overcome 

the ignorance of the moat

poem of the day July 2


A first blueberry emerges

as summer proceeds like time

More dots of deliciousness

hover in anticipation

I just hope I get some before the bears

poem of the day July 1


A puzzle missing a piece

A team short a player

Failure or success

depends on the direction

on the difference of action or reaction