poem of the day December 31


Last day

of a decade

on the deck

of the good ship Eve

Morning starts

with no urgency

Sun rises when ready

The ride of anticipation

builds each hour

The soon to be New Year awaits 

illuminated by the light of

a shinny small anchor moon

I see the perfection of 20-20

in the imperfect eyes of every wave

poem of the day December 30


A drip of rain

on a heavy branch

makes me feel

of avalanche

A dream beneath

wrap of life

bears the weight

of sacrifice

Laden out 

morning dew

A little of me

A little of you

poem of the day December 29


An early red dawn signals

the slow rise of a fast short day

A long crimson tide sky has

some land lubbers on edge

The storm is drifting closer

Power outages expected

Mother nature sits atop

the storm laughing

with other Gods

watching no man's light

poem of the day December 27


Time Square is madness
alive with art like poets
shouting verses filled
with friendly fire
I see them walking hand in hand
with street hustlers
Painting laughter on
the fresh faces of families
alive with the excitement
of Christmas in New York

poem of the day December 28


It amused me very much

to see the filthy rich unable  

to defeat  the pigeons of Central Park 

The landmark New York  Plaza Hotel 

fountain and sidewalk are covered in shit

The birds defecate all the time

right in front of the grand entrance

Expensive Italian shoes

Fancy designer high heels stumble 

out of the ornate brass doors onto

the messy slippery white gross goo 

where an army of hard working

underpaid poor immigrants  hired by Trump

try so valiantly to wipe up the mess

but they were having little luck

for as soon as they wiped away the old goo

another pigeon flew by to deposit some new

poem of the day December 26


There is still

wilderness within

the civilized cage

Untamed wild desire

rivers that flow

long and hard

wet and swollen

in the deep recesses

Only coming out

in the very dark light

of a hidden black mirror

poem of the day December 25

The collective

The sum of the whole

Small parts drift in the wave

Some drown in the power

but even they are able to swim

in the joy of the moment

The tides rushes

allowing the sea

to carry every change

The parts do feel every drop

of this long hourglass 

laden with holiday time

poem of the day December 24


I wonder what holidays

are like on other earths

far away in another universe

Are they made with the same refrain

Cakes baked with love

Families all together

singing songs of celebration

full of love and cheer

Do they have mistletoe

under which to kiss a special dear?

poem of the day December 23


Watching the history of man

Thinking of how peace

like its opposite war 

can begin in

the flash of a second 

not with the waste of a deadly explosion

but with the eruption of pure peaceful enlightenment

Now is the time for all to ride these open boats

and embrace the true tide of lasting joy

poem of the day December 22


Life of dreams

where one can be

everywhere at once

with everyone

Going into rooms

full of everything

Nothing off limits

No ceilings

No floors

only walls that see

the crazy imagination

found in everyone's sublimity

But when we awake

our boundaries are reined 

we enter our daily lives 

where little has changed

poem of the day December 21


It takes a certain kind

of patience to ruin a stew 

like multi tasking 

while making the rue

Diverted by doing

too many things

then answering the phone

that happens to ring

The flour is black

The pot is stained

I'll have to dump this batch

and start all over again

poem of the day December 20


Cold dark stark

air from Canada

has invaded

New England

bringing an exquisite

shiver deep into the bones

I am dressed like a Polar bear

lumbering around

while the dogs bark

trying to send back 

the calm wind of freezing dawn

poem of the day December 19


The sword is hanging

from the rafters

Frozen in the rock

of lost time

The sun dial moves

in this blackness

under dark clouds

making it impossible 

to row the direction

The boat wears diapers

like a cheap suit

polished but

not cut from

good cloth

unable to stop the leak 

flowing from the blind man's rudder

poem of the day December 18


Twas the night

before judgment

And all is quiet on

the western front

John Brown sits in his house

polishing a somber mirror

watching the grand stooge write

frantic gibberish from the Alamo

The great tide of a national divide

sweeps across the land of the free

How it ends depends on Russian robots

armed with the hateful weapons of words

poem of the day December 17


Where to be

within a dream?

A place of

deep fantasy

What is real?

What is not?

The tide of sleep

drifts to the door

Open yes

Open no

Swim in water

Walk the snow

poem of the day December 16


The art of waking

The art of opening eyes

The rising of old bones

to the new morning

Full mind or empty mind

The flowers bloom each day

cluttered or not

The sun waits for no one

poem of the day December 15


A glass of clean water

is the real nectar 

The thirst quenching

gift of nature

Free for all

Until bottled

and sold

by the candy man 

An old road

overgrown with trees

hides a past

full of footprints 

once traveled

to places

long forgotten

I wonder if 

the souls of

lost travelers

still linger

in the branches

silently waiting for

a new generation

to clear the man made 

weeds of wilderness

poem of the day December 13

I have never seen

the wildflowers of Mars

blooming  bright on the

slopes of Mons Olympus

but I imagine them

to be eager, open, alive

and as beautiful 

as my Earthly imagination

poem of the day December 12


The bright light

of the full moon

made me glad

I was not a rabbit

out in  the wilderness

poem of the day December 11


An inch or two

of fallen snow

The white like

glaze of nature's cake

reminds me of

a wedding vow

full of love

full of fate

poem of the day December 10


Every step is a point

of no return

Every second is another

tick of time

Every word  is

a shout into wilderness

All are maps 

All are ladder rails 

on the road of life

poem of the day


I have solved the problem

of getting up in the middle

of the night

to let the dogs out

I have invented 

the DOG URINAL

A shinny two sided porcelain

toilet that fits against

the wall next to our own throne

It has a back splash to catch pee

A long trough to do number Two

And comes with a robot flusher 

in the shape of dachshunds

with enough force to flush dog waste away 

Think of all the benefits

beyond a good nights sleep

Now we will be able to leave

our dogs inside for days

without the worry of coming

home to a stinky mess

poem of the day December 8


Fancy rewards

Money back

Spend more

Get more

Free shipping

The screens are flooded

with temptation

Door busters

are candy coated ice cream

Greed is a lusty icing

SORRY, I have end this

poem abruptly

to buy my happiness

which for the next ten minutes

is 70 percent off!

poem of the day December 7


There was only

so much laughter

left in the bottle

Yet everybody crowded 

around the strangled spout

smothering belly dances

needed for the future

I watched from afar

as small children demanded

action from the old buzzard

too busy eating dead meat to survive

poem of the day December 6


When a leader

starts believing

Starts selling

illusions of delusion

then we are so far

from the truth

So far from the well 

We will need a miracle

to keep heaven from 

becoming a powerful hell

poem of the day December 5


A glimpse

A peak

A crack

A little of this

A little of that

Eventual

the egg opens

with a gasp

A scream

A primordial 

AAAHH

Then all is free

Every soul

needs to be

poem of the day December 4


Night dreams

have no plans

Only ideas

Sublime ideas

brought forth

by forces

able to distract

the night watchmen

poem of the day December 3


I like the way

the white snow

drapes over the

maple branch

like a fur coat

more warm

and ready

for winter then I

poem of the day December 2

Nature's might

Snowed all night

Dawn to light
World is white 

What a sight 

poem of the day December 1


Some souls walk
in and out of spirit
Some have rings
that even sing
The universe guides
them all from small

boats set upon huge seas 

with lifetimes full of tendencies