poem of the day January 31


Morality

is the first

casualty

in the gross

Darwinian 

survival of

the most 

politically fittest 

poem of the day January 30


Tracks in the snow

Animals moving around

The winter meadow

holds clues of 

secret life

that surrounds

always hiding within

New England towns

poem of the day January 29


The world is

hurling toward

a change

full of insane

insanity

Weather

man made

storms

Whether 

madness

of divided

humanity 

All I ask is

Is it too late

to find the key?

poem of the day January 28


Shallow

Deep

which

to be

Human

or bumble bee

The art 

of water

will decide

how to swim

the endless tide

poem of the day January 27


Something beautiful

about watching

a mother and

her two daughters

getting ready for

an afternoon run

They all

looked good

racing

out of the house

eager for a

mother and daughter

reunion

bond of love

The day was sunny

very beautiful

but what I remember

most is the joyful frolic

of CC Clem and Daisy

my beautiful family of dogs

poem of the day January 26


atom

planet

solar system

galaxy 

universe 

black hole

nothingness

Where do I fit

within this mix

poem of the day January 25


I am sorry to hear

about the many 

unemployed robots

recently laid off the work force

I see pictures of them sad, depressed

mothballed in abandoned factories

Spending their days chugging rot gut oil

to ease their idle idler pain

I wonder if there is any

help available for these 

under appreciated  mostly one task warriors 

who ask for very little

but sacrifice their whole lives for nothing

I am hoping they will not give up and rust away

poem of the day January 24


to jump a gate

without a horse

is very tricky

but can be done

if approached 

from down under

I have watched a few

as they gallop

on the beach

before the jump

somewhere between

fire and water

poem of the day January 23


How to make

the world inside

reach the wall

where heroes live 

Deep in burrows of

a villain's mind

The hand of fate

pulls at each door

What makes for you

on this long rolled wind

depends upon the heart within

poem of the day January 22


Living in

a painting

titled:

LIFE

signed

A. Soul

poem of the day January 21


The star before

The star after

I am trying to find

the earliest light

the first beacon

to have ever guided

journeyers through 

the womb of darkness 

I search the universe

of the star filled sea

hoping to find the light of be

poem of the day January 20


Snow reminding me of winter

falling straight down

sitting on tree limbs 

like a too tight coat

I like  the grayness 

It surrounds even 

the inside space

filling the warm room

I am looking out the window

sitting on a bank of sand

watching the winter flow

poem of the day January 19


A drift of time

on a speck of earth

how tangible 

this moment be

I take a breath

but time has passed

the present through

the soul of me

poem of the day January 18


Lines in the sand

trigger self imposed action

but of course can

be easily washed 

away by water

Even if they

have been crossed

Lines in the water

cast from small boats

are baited with hope

Have no boundaries

and are just fishing

poem of the day January 17


Why does truth matter

It is hard and raw

with no wiggle room

No paint or varnish

making all accountable

for their actions

Why not live in grand delusion

inside some big mirror 

without the worry of reality

Where the party never stops

Where all live fantasy lives

inside yellow submarines

with matching red slippers

so one can not trip

over rising waters

on the way to OZ

poem of the day January 16


"There is nothing

more expensive

then free" said 

the beggar to his bowl

by the stump of the cut tree

poem of the day January 15


I came upon the line

where they were scraping

last year's dreams

off the bottom of

long boats sinking

from the rust of fantasy

After combing through

the barrels of waste

I came to the realization

they should have

kept a few of those dreams

poem of the day January 14


The possums

were full

of possibility

as I watched them

play poker with

their pouches

Yet their faces

gave nothing away

Appearing dead

no matter the card

poem of the day January 13


Nice afternoon sky
Soft light merging into
fine feminine atmosphere
Warm subtle color
Muted shades
of understanding
I hear the bare
leaved trees
whisper their mantra

not knowing I was listening 

poem of the day January 12


We tuck

the luck
inside a truck
to drive along
the old highway
Where we go
How long it lasts

depends upon

the tank of gas

poem of the day January 11


On the peaks

between the valley

are the wells of life

Soft mountains

guarded by eternal lamps

To open the secret gates

able to reach into 

the depths of feeling

One has to play

an open flute

Deeper and Deeper

until the notes fall

into the waiting void

like small ripples

waxing a large sea

of no earthly control

Thus allowing the pure essence

of these spiraling circles to

bring a tingling inner smile

all the way to the outer face of humanity

poem of the day January 10


I speak a little TV
A few ad jingles
Some Spanish
No Thai
Though I
know how
to tie a tie
But I do listen

carefully
to the sirens
coming off
the treacherous
rocks like Greeks
listen to Homer  

poem of the day January 9


Wild wings
attached to
tame birds
fly over the
evening sky
making it
impossible
to know
whether
the sun sets
within the lines
of civilization

poem of the day January 8


An old buoy

in a salty sea

spends a lifetime

tossed back and forth

by the swell of

tides swarming

like fat amoebas

I passed by a rusty one

in a recent  dream

marveling how

neither big waves

nor deep water

were able to sink

something that can not swim

poem of the day January 7


A great man

from the greatest 

generation has left

to seek another path

He saw a hundred years

with eyes wide open

full of love for

gentile things

A bird 

A flower 

flying life long on butterfly wings

He knew the name

of past and present

Sang sweet songs of family

In this sad dancing circle

it is time to remember  

his journey of longevity  

And I am glad that 

We were all with him

for that special joyous happy celebration

when he became a centenarian

poem of the day January 6


The water kept rising

The fire kept burning

The words came off

the forked tongue

easy and upright

I was awed by the ability

of the clown to

fit into the reptile suit

full of  teeth spaced

so time would not 

interrupt the volcano

We all waited for the money

to shoot out of the darkness

Hoping for our slice of cake

It all seemed like very good times

until the Gale-Gale Man

washed upon the shore and

sang a song with his band

poem of the day January 5


I looked into the mirror

and all I could see

was the stark 

reflection of vanity

I could not behold 

my inner soul

for that you need 

the light of gold 

poem of the day January 4


Outside exhaling

the New Year

watching breath move

like dragons 

in long patterns

over the cold morning

I feel the inhale

of fresh cream 

as the gates of life

open and close

again and again

poem of the day January 3


I pointed the hope

of unconditional love

toward the angry crowd

who mistook it for a gun

All of a sudden

I was being chase by

the disciples of hate

Luckily I was able to find

a small tunnel in which to hide

but I need all joyful reinforcements 

IMMEDIATELY

to help me, the good soul survive

poem of the day January 2


Row your boat

with both hands

while traveling

inside the dark womb

of a very long month

Expect cold and snow

to coat all closed windows

making it almost impossible

to steer the sinking boat

It will take perseverance

and knees of steel to hold the keel

The seas are fake, but the iceberg's real

poem of the day January 1


And I'm just like

a humming bird

Flapping wings

to spread the word

The New Year came

quick from yesterday

Marching steps on

great highway

I saw the people

full and plenty

Welcome to year 20-20

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYBODY!