poem of the day January 31 

Last day of

the long month

31 days of cold 

day after day 

time moving slowly

The disappearing dark 

fighting for each

minute as January

reluctantly merges back

into the void of receding dark 

Allowing more light, more rays

to ring in the bell of February

 poem of the day January 30 light often 

Light often

seeps in

while souls

sleep in

And when

a mind wakes

the eyes open

to the art of

joining with sight 

to see as far as light  

 poem of the day January 

Plight of light is just

a misunderstood

harmony that comes

out of darkness

A space void of nothingness

also a virtue misunderstood

by iron men sailing ships of wood

 poem of the day January 28 

All journeys

Start at 

the beginning

End at 

the beginning

circling a temple of time

Filling a bubble 

with baby volcanos 

until the kundalini

finally breaks free

rushing into places unknown

awakening ancient paths'

long frozen by familiar patterns

 poem of the day January 27 

I wish

I lived 

in a time

When words

When ideas

were young

Had not 

been used

over and over

again and again

in poems written

by poets, women 

and ordinary men

When each thought 

was fresh, just 

thought of on the spot

Brand spanking new

had not been dissected 

in a million essays or two

Cause it all boils down 

when refined by the math

to the first question ever asked

It was the one written

and posed throughout 

all of humanity 

The question of course

To Be or Not to Be?

 poem of the day January 26 

Sensors pop up

everywhere

Pushing into

spaces

And then just

as quickly

Pushing out

of spaces

Some go deeper

than others

but that is 

the way of roads

 poem of the day January 25 

A sweetness

without having

a sweet scent

A divine absence 

found only inside 

imagination

Lingering more

from an aura 

than a tangible 

Yet it is a feeling of

supreme sensuality

engulfing all the mortal senses 

this act of waking each day

 poem of the day January 24 

Objects in motion

Speed of light

very very fast

Molasses  dripping

very very slow 

Tortoise and Rabbit

arrive different times

to the same place

Where the journey

of fast and slow

eventual ends 

in identical stillness

 poem of the day January 23 There must 

There must

be a star

for everyone

who has ever

dreamed of 

riding tigers on

the Milky Way

There must 

be a wish

waiting on

those stars

for everyone

who believes

the imagination

of reality

 poem of the day January 22 

I am trying

to see 

the mind 

of sun

in the orange 

spread of light

I feel the ball

enter my soul

warm the cold

of night

I wonder if 

that is 

enough

to get inside

sun time

To see

its glow

upon the snow

reflecting on

all minds

 poem of the day 

Does not

feel like

any kind

of wind

is stirring

this morning

Except for

ancient gusts

trapped inside 

a restless mind

 poem of the day January 20 

A white owl

was eaten by

a flock of sheep

It was unbelievable

Afterwards I interviewed

their chief spokes-ram

Ba Ba Black Sheep

who told me that'

shocking as it was

Every once in a while

the poles of life do flip 

allowing for cracks in the road

 poem of the day January 19 

The American flag undulated

in a never ending pattern 

of Red White and Blue

It waved up and down

under the big moon

trying to dampen

a brewing civil war

kindled by the misunderstanding

of what is Democracy

 poem of the day January 18 

The light of

a light bulb

The light

of the sun

Man Made 

Nature Made

Artificial or Genuine 

In this Unnatural Natural

ping pong game of Man versus Nature

Which master does humanity desire?

I am going to give this some 

very serious consideration

but right now I don't have time

for such deep compilation 

For I am in the midst of deciding 

My New World Order

What to drink Soda or Water?

 poem of the day January 17 

Heavy snow

falling straight down

Feel the intensity

Feel how little 

resistance it

gets from 

the windless dawn

Inside my castle

through glazed windows

I watch the whiteout

It falls so quickly

making it hard to see

anything but the invisible

power of gravity

 poem of the day January 16  

The cold

came in

when not

allowed

It followed

footprints

worn down

by time

A drafted door

A rodent path

A window leak

Or attic peak

Throughout this night

the cold drifted slowly 

just like Zen

into the homes

of mice and men

 poem of the day January 15 

It was a crazy

far fetched idea

Monetizing

the nightly dreams

of everyone 

No one thought

them valuable 

until someone 

started selling

trademarked 

Dream Vacations

Personalized 

Vacations of a lifetime

a new trip every night

to a different place

in your own dreams

without ever leaving home

This super affordable vacation

to parts unknown

of course soon became

the vacation of choice 

The biggest grossing

hospitality ever for

the leisure industry

Where for 4 easy payments of 49.99

you get a dreaming outfit

that to most non dreamers

looks a lot like expensive pajamas 

 poem of the day January 14 

I lit the ceremonial

candle and it

fired up my day

I heard the flames

were from the game

that fueled eternity

It was quite a 

special  spectacle

even doubting Thomas

would have to say

cause we all know 

our daily flow

can go whichever way

 poem of the day January 13 

A beating heart

is shaped by

the soul within

Not as perfect

as a heart stone

or a valentine card

but every tick is

a living reminder of 

the beating beauty of

imperfect perfection

 poem of the day January 12 

In a deep

winter freeze

north air

of purity

feels fresh

all encompassing

as the immortal breath

born of clean cold

untouched arctic ether

enters simple lungs

full of yesterday's 

stale hot overshared air

 poem of the day January 11 

If perfection

is stained

we have 

humans 

to blame

for fiddling 

with everything

under sun 

and earth

Takers 

we are

as we 

drive in

our cars

while animals

die of thirst

We blame

all we spoil

on nature's 

crude oil

but never

do we blame

ourselves

 poem of the day January 10

Every man

IS an island

A water soaked

human bunch of

flesh and bones

covered by

very thin skin

Maneuvering 

in a sea full

salty sandbars

Spending time

and energy

trying to keep

unsettled keels from

tipping into

other thin islands

without losing

sight of one's own shore

 poem of the day January 9 

The point of view

of a snowflake

is seldom 

written about

and remains 

a mystery

frozen within

a kaleidoscope 

of atmospheric art

For instance 

Does anyone

know what snowflakes 

really think about 

the genesis of water?

 poem of the day January 8 

a ladder lying

on the ground

is not so great

with up and down

If all it does  

is lateral pass

the chance to change

within sideway cars

will take you only

to where you are

 poem of the day January 7 

Some ethereal clouds

lose their reputations

all their mojo

when they come 

into vision

I was at the door

filling in for

the gatekeeper

when one of these 

big huge clouds

came flying by

For a few 

quick seconds

it became 

crystal clear

that perhaps  

I was seeing 

too much detail

and not enough big picture 

 poem of the day January 6 On the eve

On the eve

of insurrection

Sounds like

the name of an

old protest song

One year ago

the storming

of the capital was

an American coup

but not the revolution 

of Peace Love and Woodstock

I had always been expecting

 poem of the day January 5 

Living inside

the alternative reality 

of living on earth

the delusion of the illusion

is very important

especially if we remember

the famous words

of an obscure

unknown poet 

Famous people

are to follow

Famous trees

are to climb

Famous rocks

are to watch

and finally

Famous food

is to shit

 poem of the day January 4

If anyone

wants

to look 

for signs

I have heard 

a sunrise is

a good place

to look for one

All one needs

is to get up

before the sun

and then believe

that what one sees

is what one can be

 poem of the day January 3 

Before

fashion

Before

fascism

the caves were

big huge bears

strutting survival 

of the strong  

unawares of 

the power of vanity

It wasn't until the raccoons

picked up ochre 

and accidentally painted man

with a bear tooth necklace 

that the walls began to

decorate the mind

in a mirrored reflection 

of the possibilities of power

 poem of the day January 2 

A focus

out of focus

was the only 

lens of light

A fuzzy glow 

hard to know

was waiting  

in the night

All the wheels

were working good

The storm cloud 

would have passed

But then Magic Jim 

decided to race his sin

and came in very last 

 poem of the day January 1 The atmosphere

The atmosphere

New Year round

was misty cloudy

most profound

It looked a lot  like

smokey smiles

hard to see

but lasts a while

Then the rain

began to fall

big ball dropped

2021 was no more