Saturday, October 31, 2020

 poem of the day October 31


Blue moon

Full moon
Clocks back
Midnight twice
Trick or Treat
What a scene
Has to be
Halloween 

Friday, October 30, 2020

 poem of the day October 30


No hard frost

only the first fall snow
covering green grass
brown barked trees
like shiny white icing
The vivid glow brightens
 a very grey thick fog dawn
Large wet snowflakes
fall sideways in the wind
Beautiful in most ways I think
Winter in some ways I know

Thursday, October 29, 2020

 poem of the day October 29


Which way round

the merry-go-round
depends on the direction
of the horses and whether
they are wild or tame
but has nothing to do
with how one gets off
the fast spinning wheel
or whether they get back on

Wednesday, October 28, 2020

 poem of the day October 28


The lack of trust

can bring 
democracy
down
Allow
the spike
of spineless
clowns
The pandemic
is over
I heard
our leader say
as the dead were
buried by those
who pray 

Tuesday, October 27, 2020

 poem of the day October 27


Bigotry is in the air

The waves break down 
on the land of the free
The land of so called liberty
It is the very last stand of the old civil war
The very last gasp of white bigot mouth 
And when they write this history
the greatest fact that will be learned
the grand wizard of all this hate
lived in the Whitehouse and ate evil cake

Monday, October 26, 2020

 a poem of the day October 26


A light 

dawn rain
Sleepy drips
of night
splash over
the world
like a fountain full
of long slow dreams

Sunday, October 25, 2020

 poem of the day October 25


Dark leaving

Light arriving
Light leaving
Dark arriving
This game we play
within these folds
is full of life
and many roads

Saturday, October 24, 2020

 poem of the day October 24


The bluebirds

lead the way
as I walked
the meadow 
I followed them
most willingly
and soon I came
to fork in a tree
where an apple
had slipped into
the  crook of time
I picked the fruit
as the bluebirds
began to circle by
Their flapped wings 
were full of grace
as I bit the apple

they left my space

Friday, October 23, 2020

 poem of the day October 23


We bring

the world
inside
the world
to life
Into a room
we call temple
Sometimes the 
world bangs
that temple
with ideas
that push
through
those walls
Sometimes
the world can't
pierce the temple
and has to sit 
there waiting

Thursday, October 22, 2020

 poem of the day October 22


Gray early

morning sun
mixes with thirsty
shades of orange
on the  meadow
wall of fall poplars
which I have
to say are 
very popular 

Wednesday, October 21, 2020

 poem of the day October 21


Collective

receptive
within fibers
of a nation
Each soul feeling
something universal
A small part of all 
Me in you
You in me
The whole land waits
in an entwined
unsettled moment
where the chill is felt 
in both the legs all the way
to the foundation's bones 

Tuesday, October 20, 2020

 poem of the day October 20


A bluebird 

An old apple
Fall tree sun 
Slight breath
Four corner
folded moment
drifting further 
toward perfection 

Monday, October 19, 2020

 poem of the day October 19


What looks like understanding

depends on the meaning of words
How Two can be To can be Too
These simple variations of simple language 
spoken in a split of a tongue
can confuse all those listening
more than bullets fired from a gun

Sunday, October 18, 2020

 poem of the day October 18


Wine in the river

drifting slowly as 
the sea of Galilee 
Might be tears
of many millions
Might be only
tears of you or me
It really doesn't matter
how or when the river flows
What matters is the water
and how it feeds your soul

Saturday, October 17, 2020

 poem of the day October 17


The selfless life
of a welcome mat
stepped on by all
yet never complains
of anyone's dirt
greets all travelers
regardless of their shoes

Friday, October 16, 2020

 poem of the day October 16


The meadow

looked like 
a shaggy dog
full of rowen 
as the hay carpet
embraced the heat
of a warm fall day
It felt so good 
on bare feet
walking over the farm

 poem of the day October 15


There is a path
from rain to well
that water 
understands 
so very well
Through tears of time
made wet with desire
the raindrops fall 
hour by hour
Until the water
is washed crystal clean
by rocks now heavy
with secret dreams

Wednesday, October 14, 2020

 poem of the day October 14


"Drop the gold!

Better to have
more time than 
more money"
the happy vagabond  
warned Midas
as he carefully
passed over
the drowning man
struggling to breath
the heavy grave of greed

Tuesday, October 13, 2020

 poem of the day October 13


A helping hand

uses strong light of
bright open wombs
to lift strangers out
of the clutches of
the dense sinking strangling orange blob
that has infected the last four years with
a coat of brainwashed loathing
Once again in sanity those strangers
shake the hands of other strangers
pulling them to the safety
of the circle of compassion
where love eventually overcomes hate

 poem of the day October 12


What would

the world do
without glasses?
That is a question
worth asking
I know I'd be semi blind
Not be able to see
The fine print
The crack in the vase
Or the perfection of imperfection

Sunday, October 11, 2020

 poem of the day October 11


"The mortality of time

tastes very good"
said the bug to his friend as
they both munched on wood
Neither of them heard 
until it was too late
the words of the birds
"These bugs taste great"

Saturday, October 10, 2020

 poem of the day October 10


Stir the broth

Milk the cow
Pitch the ball
Stop the proud

Friday, October 9, 2020

 poem of the day October 9


I docked

along the
paradox
in a boat
called Confusion
carrying a cargo
of right and wrong
As I stepped out
onto the plank 
I was greeted
by blank stares
sitting in chairs
waiting for the tide
to wash over
yesterday's delusion
I did not know
how the flag would fly
without a wind 
to push my thoughts
but then I saw a beggar man
dressed so well in golden cloth
I asked him where the sun does shine
as he looked upon my face
He said to me the destiny
is always hidden in the waste

Thursday, October 8, 2020

 poem of the day October 8


Small dust

Sticky shoes
walk together
down roads
mixing lives
from all over
the world
Leaving a trail
of footprints
full of customs
from every place
those well worn
sticky shoes

have traveled

Wednesday, October 7, 2020

 poem of the day October 7


The power  

of words
living within 
worlds of
levidromes
have the
ability
to change 
some moments
but are
always limited
in life by 
the direction
of the phrase 

emit time

Tuesday, October 6, 2020

 poem of the day October 6


Clouds spring

from imagination
appearing on the
blank blue canvas
The idea of something
out of nothingness
is a mystery
within the reach
of free eagles
as they glide
in and out of heaven

Monday, October 5, 2020

 poem of the day October 5


Have  you ever

admired a leaf
on a favorite tree
and watched it
live its destiny?
From a bud 
on a branch
to a bloom of green
to a show of color
more vivid than dreams
Did you watched your tree
as the leaf was picked
by a cold gust of wind
it was all over quick

Sunday, October 4, 2020

 poem of the day October 4


Open 

an idea
of allowing
A word able
to expand
all possibilities
Close
an idea
of contracting
A word able
to absorb
all possibilities
Open and Close
dance on a see-saw
balancing each other
forming the pulse of life
The in and out rhythm 
heart beat of souls

Saturday, October 3, 2020

 poem of the day October 3


Light coming out of darkness
is the path well worn
It illuminates  a world of eternal hope
Darkness coming out of light 
is the path less seeked
But is a big reminder
of how eternal darkness
exists like black holes
able to smother even
the best lit tunnel
My advice to all travelers 
Walk in good shoes 
made solely of fabric
full of unconditional  love

Friday, October 2, 2020

 poem of the day October 2


A door

swings in
A door
swings out
In between
it is as closed
as a clam
Only open
on a tide
The timing
of souls depends
on this ride

Thursday, October 1, 2020

 poem of the day October 1


Apples in New England

crisp like October air
The tired sun sleeps 
late into the autumn sky
The birds have not 
yet begun to sing
The quiet is still and simple
as time should be