poem of the day December 31 

The abnormal

changes into normal

when pacing in the maze

The out of place

becomes commonplace

like radioactive waves

The events of eventually

are often well concealed

by the reality of mice and men

in the diary of the squirrels

 poem of the day December 30 

Inside the glass

was time

Outside the glass

was time 

All that separated

the primordial pulse

was the buoyancy

of more or less

found within 

the pressure 

of life in a bottle

 poem of the day December 29 

How the

light of

existence

came to

include 

all of us

is the mystery

of miracles 

found somewhere

on the coattail

of every birth

 poem of the day December 28 

The superficial

is big business

A cream for this

A drink for that

mixed with 

a little plastic

makes you 

part celebrity 

With boobs

bigger than reality

But all the time 

needed

to tan the skin

neglects 

the perfection

found within

 poem of the day December 27

When a year's

about to end

At the place

where time

does bend

Make sure to

tell a friend

All it is are tires 

on the road

 poem of the day December 26 

Talking philosophy

with my grandson

in the early dawn

about the karma of trees

He said

A tree from the jungle

put in the desert

without water

will die

but a tree 

born of the desert

will live

and the why of that

I thought was like

the cat without a hat

 poem of the day December 25

Some light

within a

darkfull dawn

A tree alight

relaxes in 

the early calm

The presents sit

and wait for joy

young and old

girl and boy

Tradition speaks

without many words

content to listen

for simple sounds

of hope and love

that do abound 

 poem of the day December 24 

quiet

except 

for the

machines

heater

coffee

dishwasher

like being

on a boat

with man made

sounds of silence

 poem of the day December 23 

What if all the rain

was full of everything

that ever did we dream

All thoughts and hopes

of everyone falling back

to where we came 

Drops mixed with souls 

we never meet 

except within this ball

Each drip a memory

from deep inside 

deep inside our walls

Which one of these

would belong to you?

Which one would

belong to me?

It's hard to say

in a driving rain

with mixed up destiny 

 poem of the day December 22 

Hard to see

the return of light

while sitting

in the dawn

Easy to see

the return of light

while sitting

in the dawn

The deep hole

of winter has

been shoveled

all the way to

the abyss 

The sun tilts back

and stops digging

allowing light

to start filling

the emptied void

 poem of the day December 21 

The painting

on the wall 

hangs skewed 

and tilted 

Artist soul?

Wall wave? 

My perception?

I think about

points of view

The asymmetric alignment

of art, circumstance

mixed with time

all within the halls of body mind

 poem of the day December 20 

A road deep

in the deep woods

wanders through 

the wilderness

like a tame snake

with a big tongue

full of  civilization
This poison venom 

whether intended or not  

is used to hiss at every mile

as it dissolves into the wild

 poem of the day December 19 A tree growing

A tree growing

toward all possibilities

Each limb

a different direction

Some straight

Some crooked 

Some circle all

the way back

to their root 

of existence 

Others die on vines 

of too many branches

full of too many ideas

All make good firewood

 poem of the day December 18 

Winter snow

so wet and white

like a virgin;s

wedding night

until the dogs

do pee around

and turn the snow

a yellow brown

 poem of the day December 17 

A tree for a house

once nailed to the peak

as a strange cross 

of eternal hope 

Now resides inside

decorated by families

hanging treasured globes

of lost spirituality 

Old memories 

handed down

from room to room

are radiated with love

from the soul of an evergreen

able to provide a lovely spark

for the return of light 

to a world so dark

 poem of the day December 16 

All aboard

the evening train

Seats available 

every night

to places known

or unknown 

All you need

is a ticket to ride 

A memory of

things familiar 

And a good bed

in which to wait

for dreams to arrive

 porm of the day December 15 

Old new

Passed view

Future dream

Somewhere in

the endless stream

Who does what

and where we fall

The bridge spans

across all walls

Picked or pick

like what 

choice do you

if singled out

within this stew?

 poem of the day December 14 

Overloaded

Underloaded

depends on

the boat

one brings

to the journey

Arriving

early or late

empty or full

depends on

how one uses

the supplies

of a lifetime

 poem of the day December 13 

Just like clockwork

Just like not clockwork

Both born of the same time

 poem of the day December 12 

Fresh snow

covered

all leftover

imperfections

still stranded

where they 

were abandoned 

in the rush of

a summer meadow

Leaving a  beautiful blanket

A clean smooth canvas

with no ruff edges

Only dreams of winter joy

on which it was 

easy to hear

the wild sounds 

of  kids sledding

 poem of the day December 11 

The golden glow

of anticipation

is like riding

on a train

heading for

some sunrise

The exquisite

feeling of 

hot cold

tingles throughout

heighten the senses

as time rolls into souls

making each moment

both easy and hard 

to be within the present

 poem of the day December 10 

There's

a place

within

a palace

guarded

by the holy nuns

Where the work of god

on godly frogs

dig bins of buried sins

Better to have 

a lock and key

to hide desire away

because all those dreams

that prey on prayers

are men with mortal genes

 poem of the day December 9 

Many times I

have driven

by a large pond

and thought

What is the biggest

fish in the pond?

I was thinking about

that last night as I

was gazing at

the stars

as they flowed

in the river

of the Milky Way

And I began

to muse about  

extraterrestrial life 

Wondering what 

and where

is the biggest

fish in the universe?

 poem of the day December 8 The time spent

The time spent

inside yourself

getting to know

the happiness of

your own soul

without outside

distraction is

the grand prize

of harmonious living

 poem of the day December 7 

Light rain

from

somewhere 

else

Mild air  

from 

somewhere

else

I often wonder

If there are 

Any

thoughts 

Any

emotions 

that come up

from 

somewhere 

else

 poem of the day December 6 

A country

gone too far

into moral

descent

is full of

signs seen

while driving a car

A bumper sticker

says it all

Fuck Joe Biden

on a big truck wall

 poem of the day December 5 

The right tool

needed for

the right job

The wrong tool

needed for 

the wrong  job

But what if

there was a mixup

in  jobs?

Would it be

better to have

the wrong tool

for the right job

or the right tool

for the wrong job?

 poem of the day December 4 

Understanding

Absorbing 

The grand healing power 

of holiday food cooking

The smells as 

house and family

wait in anticipation

for a satisfying feast

The mixing of 

savior and sweet

Pies cooling 

Roast beasting 

Potatoes mashing

Bean casseroling 

Cookies cooking

5 golden things

These favorite recipes 

sometimes handed

down for generations

bring forth deep love

that can overtake

the senses in ways

to calm even most  

cluttered soul allowing 

peace on earth

good will to men

 poem of the day December 3 Trapped

Trapped

in a night 

blizzard

held captive

in a corner

table full

of giant claws

You awake

with a start

panicked 

heart racing

until you slowly

remember

you had been

snowed in

at a three star

michelin

eating lobster 

poached in

nirvana  broth

 poem of the day December 2 

Twist of lemon

Squeeze of lime

Orange peel

Grapefruit  rind

All these fruits

squish out to sea

very full of  vitamin C

 poem of the day December 1

Are dreams decorations?

Inner rooms within

Sublime canvases 

of what is possible?

Are they guides able to see

what paint to paint on

the walls of turtle shells?

Are they part of the journey

illuminating the ordained path

whether remembered or not?

Or are they just sleep waves

that make no sense in this waking life?

 poem of the day November 30 Warm air

Warm air

Warm sun

a good ritual

for the end 

of November

Winter still hides

somewhere

between Canada

and the arctic 

waiting like a cold kite  

for a strong North Wind

 poem of the day December 29 

Wild Artists have been set free

I have spotted them

gathered by the great trees

Near the rock ridge ledges 

Their landscapes creep over toil

Un-civilizing the civilized

Widening the wilderness

with all kinds of inspirations

capturing the vastness

The eye of the storm

blows over the canvas

like brushes of painted wind 

over and over again

 poem of the day November 28 How to spend

How to spend

your dime of time

In rooms

Outside

Happy

Sad

Up side down

Down side up

Another splash along

a river already 

full of splashing

Where to take

that long train

When to get off 

before you walk 

too long in times passed

 poem of the day November 27 

Lumens of light

with no ability

but shine bright

Directed by hands

of woman and man

illuminate everything 

from fake tans to

saturn's bands

Yet even then 

the lumens shine  

only what light sees

Not what humans

want them to be

 poem of the day November 26  

Time

does not 

matter

What does

matter is

living in 

the present

regardless of  time

 poem of the day November 25 

In the wet rain

I wonder 

how a drop

of water feels

when it finally

reaches the sea?

Does it remember

the sky from

which it came?

Does it merge

into the vast ocean

satisfied by the enormity

of giving up individuality?

Or does it yearn

to be another raindrop

falling wet down onto me?

 poem of the day November 

Kings of the jungle

Kings of the asphalt jungle 

The civilized wilderness

wasteland of cities

Kings of every concrete abstraction  

Attention all:

Kings pushing for the metaverse 

now have police recruiting

criminals and priests 

to wear long guns

as they put up posters

of narcissistic stars

Photoshopped copies of reality gone bad

Those megalomaniacs

vying for each other's attention

spout nothing but loaded words

full of hate and grievance 

used very well to divide the civilized

especially the Kings who drink their own kool aid

 poem of the day November 23 

The world

of thrills

Wild rides

on razor's edge

The jackpot 

of addiction

The race car

driven by

Intoxical Tingle 

does laps around 

the graveyard

too fantastically fast

 poem of the day November 22 

The change of tides

Water not able

to make up 

its mind

Always rushing

never stopping

Back and forth

In and out

This indecision

of where to be

Every few hours

Everyday 

all year long 

is driving 

some seaweeds crazy

 poem of the day November 21 

Two hands

over the heart

holding fast 

to flying dreams

like the wings

of wishbones

always flapping

always fragile

but able to love

 poem of the day November 20 

Stonewalls

in the middle

of thick woods

are a reminder

of the futile toil

involved in

clearing

virgin forests 

These monuments

These temporarily  tamed

boundaries of iron men

have now gone wild

covered by the very ancestors

of those trees that returned

slowly over time

 poem of the day Novemeber 19 

While sitting on the steps of an old tired store

on a big slab of Charlemont schist that came

from somewhere near Bambi's place 

I started musing 

about  a changing 

Avery's store that

is no longer owned

by generations passed

I have a postcard from 1906

of horse teams pulled up

to hitching posts

in front of the general store

where you could get anything

from good steaks

to good nails

and everything in between

You could even go in

and ask if they had a

what-do-you-call-it

for a-who's-a-ma-gig

And they would have it

Now you still can get groceries

a real good sandwich

with all the fixings

But you can no longer get

a-what-do-you-call-it

for a-who's-a-ma-jig

 poem of the day November 18 

Seems like

the old road

of travel has

taken a new path

A new direction

One where

you don't actually 

go anywhere

The world comes

to you

All you need

is a fancy headset

and a vacation program

to take you

places far and wide

to parts unknown

like a disney ride

where the well traveled path

no longer full of travelers 

dries out and dies

 poem of the day November 17 

Eating your

first snow

is a rite of passage

requiring a guide

I told my grandson

as we ran out barefoot

in the dawn

scraping together

two big round balls

of early November snow

We raced inside

to complete the ritual

Where we toasted

the big white balls

of divine water

right before 

taking giant bites 

In no time we

ran out for more

 poem of the day November 16 A master

A master

martial artist

died last night

His chi and soul

came and went 

Spread by the

knowing wings 

of an owl guide 

The last day

he spoke of 

simple pleasures

he would miss

like warm sun

basking his face

 poem of the day November 15 

A side of light

A side of dark

thrown inside 

the circle park

Round and Round

they never meet

always separated

Day and Night

never to merge

chocolate like

 poem of the day November 14 

Grey November

settling in

Slipping closer

to winter

Time spent

getting sleep

in the proper 

resting place 

Light works

it way down 

into the ground 

 poem of the day November 13 

Somewhere

on the road

coming

going

waiting

advancing

retreating

remaining

arriving

leaving

staying

similar words

Same old story

All souls

traveling

future

past

present

on highways

at different 

speeds

of being

 poem of the day November 12 

Hot air

from a hurricane

now just a 

straight down rain

All drips came from

way down south

a tropical bath for

a New England house

 poem of the day November 11 

All roads

eventually become

the same circle

Where like all round things

they endlessly spiral around

Lost in the wilderness until a few finally

with the help of a sharp satori 

pierce through into enlightenment

 poem of the day November 10 

Sometimes in the early dawn

when Moon and Sun

meet on either side

of a big old branchy tree

with their inner lights 

entwined and mingled

Would one still be able 

to tell a shadow 

from a moon shadow

 poem of the day November 9 

Touching down

of a meteor 

Something somewhere

from outer space

A piece of time travel

entering the atmosphere  

searing both Earth and Soul

A message from god or alien stone

rolls of dice sending Mars to Moon

 poem of the day November 8 

The leaves flew

as if they were
high on Indian Summer
A honey bee made
its way around the farm
savoring the
last sips of flower
A hawk rode the wind
all the way to heaven
And I watched 

the afternoon 

in all its glory 
happy for no reason

 poem of the day November 7 

A flock of bluebirds

have been around

these very warm days

I see them them flap

their blue wings over 

green meadows full

of copper leaves.

I think they rode

on the balmy air

to enjoy a few more moments

of swinging with some apples trees

 poem of the day November 6 

I wonder what

all those trees

standing together 

day and night 

are really thinking? 

After many endless years 

with very little to do but

meditate on the great outdoors

do trees ever get bored?

Do they branch out

into other thoughts? 

Do they like

dawn  better 

than dusk?

Are trees divided

50-50?

or are they a united supermajority?

What do trees think

of being shot by guns?

Are trees racists?

Have trees ever

thought about war?

 poem of the day November 5  

Hear Ye

Hear Ye

Hear Ye All

Floyd Sherman's

house is no more

The hoarder's lair

was raised today

and all his things

were buried away

A lifetime full of

hoarding they say

was all destroyed

in just one day

 poem of the day November 4 

Dawn and Dusk

Good friends 

that never meet

Not even once

The two windows

of Mother Earth

open and close

on either side 

of the sun

Their deep breaths

though separated 

by light and dark

follow  each other

like a mirror image 

as Earth revolves 

around the pulse of Sin

 poem of the day November 3

Finding

lost things

forgotten things

Truthful things

both inside

and outside

the circle

are hard

to find

when one

is distracted

by the views

from the ferris wheel 

 poem of the day November 2  

Deer with

white tails

chase fear

so quickly

Making it

impossible to

say hello

 poem of the day November 1 

The world

full of madness

swirling on oceans

of violence have

enter doublemint minds

Where the bullies have gathered

for a last stand

and are residing

by the fire of hate

betting everything 

on fanning  the flames of fame

with a new mantra

infamous is the new famous 

 poem of the day Octgober 31

Looking up at the sky

puffy fog around the stars

millions of big open eyes

stare down from the night

like gods peeking into souls

 poem of the day October 30 

If there are two

green fields 

side by side

separated by a fence

and you were 

a starving cow

falling off the fence

would it matter

which side had

the greener grass?

 poem of the day October 29 

First light of Sun

arrived before the stars

had left the night

Dawn's early eye appeared 

to open the horizon

as it gathered strength

The Milkyway was pushed

into the westward sky

where it clung to all its stars

I watched them  faded one by one

until all I saw was Mars

 poem of the day October 28 A stone buddha

A stone buddha

smiling on a warm day

makes everything 

seem happier 

more enlightened

from the grasshopper

resting on buddha's shoulder

to a swirl of leaves blowing above 

But I wonder if this blissful feeling

This extra warm attitude of enlightenment

Heart felt on a perfect day will change

the smile on the buddha's face

after many months sitting

within the cold of wintertime

 poem of the day October 27 

After a flock of frost

the brown and grey

has merged the green
The leaves are mostly
gone from trees
Some suspended
on tall grass
look like butterflies
caught in time
The wind reminds
with  leafless gusts
slow and steady
on South East hill

 poem of the day October 26 

The hateful world

of black and white

on the planet of extremes

fueled by the small minded

disaster of only

Yes or No

Right or Wrong

Simple for some

Painful for others

Wrong for the world of love

 poem of the day October 25 

A white birch enjoying

a rainy autumn afternoon

appeared as if

it were a giant crane

full of yellow wings

and long white legs

as it contemplated 

the wonderful drizzling light

of the frog lit pond

 poem of the day October 24 

Copper leaves

on giant oaks

seem to reach

out and touch

both mind and sky

 poem of the day October 23 

Some trees

seem to relish

the color of their leaves

and hang on to them

more dearly than nearby friends

who have already bared their branches

Now standing naked as autumn advances 

Perhaps my observations of trees are just manmade

like oranges turned into something marmalade 

 poem of the day October 22 

Escaping away

the ropes have

been thrown to shore

The ship moves

along the pier

settled within

the starboard stern

Somewhere on deck

a lone sailor having miraculously 

survived life on the perilous sea

lets out a primordial scream

"Now only three bells away from hell"

 poem of the day October 21 

Inflation

is a wave

of the pendulum

back to painful frugality

It is the master  

of all economic ships

It does not matter

who is in charge

of the economy

Just ask the

bloody English

whose MAGA  like

conservative  government

failed because gas and food

prices are too high

and their solution

of huge tax cuts

for the wealthy

forced the country's collapse

I hope America takes

this as a lesson

in their elections

Understanding the tide of 

inflation does not care

which ship it tosses into the sea

The real question of this election is:

Do you want Fascism  

or do you want Democracy?

 poem of the day October 20 

Time moves along

each and everyday

whether you're 

conscious or not

The idea of time

passing through

attended or unattended 

is not of any concern 

to the ever changing present

 poem of the day October 19 Embracing the night

Embracing the night

of would be dreams

Eyes flutter like 

a curtain call

The mind explores

the submarine world

Deeper, Deeper into the twirl

 poem of the day October 18 

The state of wet

The state of dry

took a journey

on a carpet ride

The bottom was wet

The top was dry

until they tumbled

over rainy skies

Then water covered

everything dry

And all was wet

for awhile oh my

 poem of the day October 17 

From Shantigar

to Clara ridge

the trail wove deep

somewhere inside 

a protected 

New England

countryside 

Where a dragon's back

fueled by simple gaits 

walked Warner Hill with many legs

Whose collective head

of a landed trust

would eventually find 

in an autumn golden vernal pond 

the open love of Sargent arms

 poem of the day October 16

Autumn driving

and the art of reading

road leaves

as they cover

the blacktop

like tea leaves

in all kinds of colorfilled

seemingly random patterns

that foretell the future 

for those souls able

to drive and divine

at the same time

 poem of the day October 15

Few leaves

on the maple trees

Grass a beautiful green

Burning bush with a purple hue

so amazing  

i am going to cut it 

some slack for being

an invasive species 

Great light today

made more expansive

by farm fall colors

Colors sweet Colors

 poem of the day October 14 

October rain

a simple sound

drops falling 

all around

The peace of time

as dawn emerged

wet and soulful

in a soaking world

The mindless patter

voice of rain

drips to ground

without a name

 poem of the day October 13 

I was in total

bugsville

ladybugs 

grasshoppers 

crickets

wasps

flies

ants 

bees

and an

occasional 

butterfly

All of us 

were enjoying

the warm

October day

Flying  high

around the catwalk

 poem of the day October 12

Another circle

of many circles

The constant 

round and round

of imperfect perfection

Each new wobble is

a fresh start of time

The only difference

new souls of mind

 poem of the day October 11 Dark so early

Dark so early

Light arrives late

Time dwindling down

the dim lit tunnel 

Pushing a falling sun

into growing 

Shorter days

Longer nights

till the angels

switch the angles

with or without 

the help of god

 poem of the day October 10 

A bucket

with a hole

Even one with 

a giant leak

is better than

no bucket at all

Just ask a withered plant

dying of thirst

If it care if things are

less than perfect

 poem of the day October 9 

After the sun has 

set on the horizon

Night eventually becomes

nothing but one giant shadow

Except for when the moon is full

then the light reflects over the moon

and everything that follows is a moonshadow

 poem of the day October 8

Pressure pereates

in and out of all things 

past, present, future

but if unsettled pressure

Unstable pressure

is allowed to grow

Allowed to fester

it will be impossible to contain

and will blow things up

no matter how

strong the vessel 

Especially if it

dwells inside

the emotional temple

fueled by thoughts

of branded delusion

 poem of the day October 7 

A spiral wind

of color coats

moving quick

from tree to tree

Inside out

Outside in 

Somehow the dawn 

lights every branch

 poem of the day October 6 

Yellow leaves

have swarmed 

like bees

clinging to

the sides of trees

This mellow cover

will only last

a little while

in the hourglass

 poem of the day Octomber 5 

Hands can

be folded

into hearts

so perfectly

Effortlessly 

allowing 

the energy

of suggestion

to make

the world

a happier place

Especially 

if love radiates

from deep inside

the inner soul of

happy for no reason