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