poem of the day November 30


I wonder what it is like

to be a Siamese fighting fish

alone in a life of isolation

Forever angry

Forever at war

Never at peace

Is there some happiness

Some meaning

to be so beautiful

within the fold of self darkness?

poem of the day November 29

A

lot of

big wishes

are being hung

on fresh wishing trees

I see mountain like piles

of perfect perfection being

claimed by cars full of families

bursting with hope and anticipation

It is the exquisite holiday lead up fueled

 by the march of emotions that consume many

a human soul

yet no one

asks the trees if they believe

poem of the day November 28


Each year only a few survive

A turkey here, A turkey there

Two are always pardoned by the president

Mostly though the big birds are being roasted

and stuffed with tasty stuffing by the millions

to be served as the delicious centerpiece of Thanksgiving

Yet everyone knows turkey wasn't even on the menu of the very first feast

It was all five hundred years of lies, fake news carefully 

spread by the real meal that day, those ruthless fascist ducks

poem of the day November 27


The sky is crimson today

The spruce are silhouetted

The early red dawn sparks my imagination

I am riding time as it glides over the landscape

poem of the day November 26


Inner astronauts

explore inside space

mixing the ideas of god

with the extreme pressure 

of cold unshakable gravity

The bones become highways

in which to travel many miles

No special gear is needed

only the song of perseverance

where imagination becomes reality

poem of the day November 25


Born with emotions

in which to navigate

a lifetime

the pristine soul

was pure and rudderless

Had nothing to fear

Had nothing to hate

Had nothing to anger

All that turmoil was learned

from others who had come before

poem of the day November 24


The snow was white

in the dark filled night

glistening right before the dawn

I was up, still tired, sipping Joe

trying to write a poem

It was then I heard

the silence of the change

from late dusk to early dawn

I watched the light on new born snow

from the comfort of my home

poem of the day November 23


Close to an open sun

The light waxing through the 

stand of tall spruce looks

like the tail feathers of

an early primordial bird

The sky illuminates the inner

soul of each quill with

a long tongue sent from far away

poem of the day November 22


Walking outward
Walking inward
with a pace full of peace
A good bridge between
worlds divided by thin skin lines
of open and closed
Where to take the first step
depends if you are looking
Outside in or Inside out

poem of the day November 21


What truths lie below the skin

Below the shrink wrapped layer

that holds together a living soul

We all see the shallow emotional landscape 

The great ocean range from smiles to frowns

Yet it goes deeper deeper then that

I believe truth depends on the bones

and how one holds the universal moral structure of evolution

poem of the day November 20


The signs were hints

of opposite directions

Loud words plastered

on the lips of angry faces

There was very little left

for those who sat in the center

watching the "reel" world spin

out of moral all control

poem of the day November 19


To see inside

your anatomy

requires no eyes

just a feeling of sensitivity 

not born of emotion

but gathered slowly

as you travel over

all the peaks and valleys

All the bones and organs

to find that place within the hall 

where inner peace greets your soul

poem of the day November 18


Foggy dawn

Clouds surround

Black turning grey

Air near freezing

Loud quiet silence 

overtakes the meadow

poem of the day November 17


Someone called me up

to say they loved the sea

Loved the waves of harmony

Loved the water and how it felt

to use the wet to inside melt

the frozen life of many fears

to finally know for what to tear

poem of the day November 16


The dogs are full of ticks

Some the size of rotten grapes

I have to say over time I have come

to enjoy picking them off

and throwing them in the wood stove

I am wondering what God would say?

poem of the day November 15


The moon was so bright

it was hard to tell the dawn

Only now can I see the rays

of the fresh morning light

The moon reminded of 

beautiful egg like flowers

setting the stage for

new bloom of life

poem of the day November 14


The old becomes new

The new becomes old

The circle continues

with the babies we hold

The magic of life

begins with a breath

will last for a lifetime

until we all rest

poem of the day November 13


The eve of America

is clouded in cold

From coast to coast

Snow wind fire rain

signaling the seriousness

of the situation

A fight for the soul of the nation

There are no Gods to help

only mortals with suits of prejudices

designed to tailor the reality

May the rays of honest light

open all consciousness

allowing the truth to come forth

poem of the day November 12


Cold dark morning rain

keeps the dawn away

I have been watching

the slow advance of light

wondering if the rain might

turn into the first winter snow

poem of the day November 11


Non stop universes

are streaming away

as fast as they can

going to somewhere 

expected or unexpected

Yet the ride is so smooth 

I do not feel anything

except the aches and pains

of my very small life

poem of the day November 10


We live within

a rounded world

full of water, air and land

Tiny sticks straight out of mud

walking hard with greedy thoughts

on lovely open virgin soil

like rotting fish about to spoil 

poem of the day November 9


Frosted meadow

Cold bird shivering

on a barren branch

I admire the stoic solitude 

Watching, waiting

for the first rays

of November sun

poem of the day November 8


I read the Brander

has branded another jiggle

in the quest to be 

the greatest of all narcissists

The Angry Majority

It has a ring born of hate

A war cry for the unhappy proud  

Mad as hell on the wrong side of happiness

To stop the lure of this mad branded magnet

we need happy people not TV robots

poem of the day November 7


One begins the day

by opening to the dawn

Glimpsing out of eyes

that have spent the night

closed in dreams that

may or may not

guide the day

poem of the day November 6

Trees are grey 

Sky is grey

Roads are grey

Moods are grey

World is grey

Full November grey

Color without color

only grey lifeless shades 

of black and white extremes

The grey seems so settled

as if an early winter day

poem of the day November 5

Stark branches

silhouetted by 

early orange sky

appear as naked dancers

shivering on the frosty dawn

If I was God of nature

I would have left 

their summer leaves on

poem of the day November 4


It all has to do with angles

Small sailed boats floating in circles

The degrees are tiny rain drops

that have floated down a deep river

The depth of all thoughts are decided

by raw emotions of good and bad

Where we go and who we are

depends on this intersection of humanity

poem of the day November 3


There is an abundance of time

Everyday, 24 hours of time

No exceptions

Time has never miss a minute

It is only our simple illusion

that leads to confusion

Like why are we so 

obsessed with time?

It does not matter of course

late or early

worm or birdie

Yet tonight we have decided

to set time back time a tock 

so don't forget to change your clock

poem of the day November 2


I want to walk atop

ideas as they flow

out of the universe

I want to ride clean wind

as it pushes pure water

down to the sea

I am in the low valley dreaming

about high peaked mountains

Wondering how long it will

take for the Earth to be human free?

poem of the day November 1


An old chair

with a worn seat

lay outside in the rain

neglected by time

I drove by wondering

who sat for so many years

in this discarded throne

that was now soaked to the bone