poem of the day September 30 

The meadow

full of milkweed

motley patches

half eaten leaves

not as regal

as they were 

before the monarch

I roamed around them

absorbing the symbiotic 

beauty on beauty 

knowing the full story 

perhaps even the future

of  living perfection

 poem of the day September 29 The bad new is:

The bad new is:

The manual

has been stolen

and from now on

everybody will  have 

to make everything up

The good new is:

The manual

has been stolen

and from now on

everybody will have

to make everything up

 poem of the day September 28 

Life's habits

The repetition 

of repeating

something

everyday

enforces 

whatever

one does

on a daily basis

subconsciously

changing the soul 

like water

until it 

becomes part

of  your life

without you 

even knowing

 poem of the day September 27 

How many

drops of water

need to fall 

on the transitory idea 

of waterproof

before the wet

sea eventually seeps in?

Days, years, centuries?

The drips will never stop

moment after moment

turning rock into paste

This power of water

mixed with time is unstoppable  

Unless the well runs dry

 

 poem of the day September 26 

The simple act

of loving life

melts ice

long frozen within

the universal stream

drips over stubborn

deep seated cold patches

slowly warming hearts

with the power of happiness 

 poem of the day September 25

An ascending vortex

at the bottom of 

a sounding bell

is a powerful reminder

of a body done well

 poem of the day September 24 

There are worlds

full of openings

There are openings

full of worlds

but the real trick

to a good world open

open world  life

is to choose well

so your world open

is open to your world 

 poem of the day September 23

So I walked

a line of solitude

with a bunch of

imaginary friends

There was Ach, Julie, Fernekis 

and of course there was Ben

They all were having lots of fun

but it was a walk I could not enjoy

for I could not hear my solitude

because of all their noise

 poem of the day September 22 

Smallest change

even the tiny

begins

in a star

And by the

time it

reaches

the mortal 

star dust

of mankind

the tail of the comet

has already 

wagged the light

 poem of the day September 21 

The world between

milk and cream

a round flat place

full of dreams

This pressure

of the water flow

shapes the skin

for a soul to grow

 poem of the day September 20 

If that walk

sometimes

begins with

a wrong step

There are many

miles in which

to change into a

new pair of shoes 

But little time

to change direction

 poem of the day September 19 

But for a thought

an idea would not be

the first impression 

of a ship on the sea

Before the long waves

begin their toss and turn

an inspiration is needed

for an idea to take form

 poem of the day September 18 

Eggs were laying

chickens everywhere

one after another

in backward land

I watched the action

down by the banks

on gold water river

I somehow convinced myself

it was all pretty normal

until the Monkeys played

Tuesday Ruby in retro reverse

then I knew it was impossible

for any of these chickens to cross a road

 poem of the day September 17 

What if there

was not color

No black and white

Nothing but an all

omnipotent  light

with no distinction

Would we then

be in the realm

of true oneness?

 poem of the day September 16 

Hearing the last drops

of a night rain

drip into a silent dawn

I watch the old peace apple 

full of wet fruit hanging

emerge into the light

I see a bird on its branch

begin to sing 

breaking the sound of silence 

 poem of the day September 15 

a still morning

a still mind

a still stillness

born of time

 poem of the day September 14

circles

spiral

around

an orb

like candy

swirls on a

marble ball

all revolve

around a globe

without much

thought

of where

they roll

 poem of the day September 13 

Untangling

tangles

with more

tangles

is not a

good way 

to dance

a tango

 poem of the day September 12 

Late summer

pre-fall colors

subtle tinges

of bittersweet beauty

hints of red yellow

flutter in the wind

First sight of change riding

a changing canvas

I see some of 

the weakened leaves 

beginning to float

as they drop to the ground

reminding me of the

omnipresent  power of time

 poem of the day September 11 

Twin towers

Twenty years

Love falls

over the watchman

floor by floor

What does he see

in today's air

besides the ash 

of hate?

 poem of the day September 10 

Loud crickets

Louder than

the dripping rain

Even louder

than the bark

of farm dogs

I hear the scrape

of tiny wings 

a beautiful song

as crickets sing 

 poem of the day September 9 

The artist

was an

enigma

He had a 

very low 

algorithm

rhythm 

So no machine

even knew

his name

All he had

was an old

flip phone 

no social

honor roll

and didn't

even own

a working screen

He had never

been online

did no internet time

and seldom

answered 

even a single call

Yet it served

the artist well

but as far as I can tell

the machines 

are still in rhythm hell

and Will be without a clue

with no algorithm  stew

 poem of the day September 8 

What happens

in the slide along

when one slips

down a hill?

Does the sled within

have polished blades

to stick onto the trail

or does it dig too deep

into familiar realms

that look a lot like hell

I guess it all 

does depend

on how one

bites their nails

 poem of the day September 7 

A thousand dreams

begin the road

of things we walk

but do not see 

or complete 

to a finished end

Things persevere 

but people don't

We start and stop

We stop and start

This difficulty

of mastery

drags the soul

to abandon goals

for a few easy 

new steps to ride

Where once again

in good seats

well worn by the

perseverance of things 

We begin anew

to use old wings

 poem of the day September 6 

Sometimes I've

been with eagles

Sometimes I've

been with flies

It all depends

on how and when

the wings of life do fly 

 poem of the day September 5 Paint by number

Paint by number

is a pattern of life

repeated by many

A canvas where souls 

stay safe within

the lines of someone 

else's grand perfection

 poem of the day September 4 

Everything

looks better

Everybody

feels better

with sunshine

shining on them

especially the rain

which sometimes

celebrities with

a sudden rainbow

 poem of the day September 3 

There is a light

somewhere in

some tunnel

Waiting to light

the way of light

Where the shine

is like a river

flowing stars into 

every enlightened  mind

 poem of the day September 2  

On a flight skyward

flapped wings of big bird

hang over a highway

racing super fast cars

each dreaming very hard

to catch the great unfolding 

before the moment is passed

 poem of the day September 1 

A horse

without

a rider

still knows

how to find

the barn

A rider

without

a horse

will lose

the family farm

Who is 

really needed

to keep democracy

Workers rights?

Rich folks might?

All depends 

which side one be