poem of the day June 30 

Round and Round

the emotions

build from 

smoke to fire

I see zombie eyes

full of delusion

turn back empty

into dark ages

seeking not truth

but the exquisite 

fear of power

The dirty oil lamps

smolder black smoke

on the edge of violence

inciting otherwise 

moral righteous souls

into believing 

truth is less important

than killing the messenger

 poem of the day June 29 

Sleeping

through

the sunrise

today required

a good dream

to drift through

the wall of dawn

but once awaken

by the sun

I have forgotten even

a single moment

 poem of the day June 28

How does

it all work

in the universe

with so much

going on 

all the time

in every corner

large and small

in every world

within worlds

And speaking

of our world

How does the Earth

feel about 

having to revolve

around the sun

24 hours a day

365 days a year?

 poem of the day June 27 

A firefly light

inside a house

much less common

than a mouse

Crawled across

my computer screen

to tell me 

the difference

between light 

and dreams

 poem of the day June 26 

In tense

times of

great turmoil

In unreasoned

out of control

raw emotion

It is hard

to work love

into hate

but not  impossible

if one fully love themselves

 poem of the day June 25 

The problem

with raw emotions

on the battlefield

of a divided nation

is that no one

has control of 

even a slice

of sanity 

Allowing waves

of red hot hate

to erupt like volcanoes

 poem of the day June 24 

Something very

poignant about

a used candle

A reminder of

a story told

A celebration of

a flame that

has given up

most of its light

The short wick flickers

on and off in

a pool of wax

slowly melted by

the heat of time

 poem of the day June 23 

A tunnel vision

within a tube 

extends the sounds

found all around

Like hollow strings

in a pit of violins

stretching notes

from sailing boats

But within

the wind of 

bubble long

one always has 

to beware

of sirens 

shot from

two side shores

One full of love

One full of war

 poem of the day June 22 

I have never

understood

why one would

ever want to find 

a needle 

in a haystack?

Seems like going

out of one's way

to look for a 

piece of lead 

in a field of gold

is only a recipe for

an unhappy disaster 

 poem of the day June 21 

Thoughts

drift up

out of nowhere

rolling like waves

one after another

Full but empty

Empty but full

Only unfolding

if one decides to follow

 poem of the day June 20 

The plan to be

normal has been

interrupted by

a new dark age 

One full of great delusion

Insanity is now

sweeping across the nation

Especially in Tiny Texas

where they have

among other things

outlawed breathing

 poem of the day June 19 

What kinds of eyes

are needed to see

into your own happiness?

Are they eyes focused on vanity

the rise and fall of superficial

Are they eyes seeing outside

envying other people's lives

Are they eyes turned inside

only addressing your failures

If so it is time to get

a new pair of glasses

with a view into the

world of happiness

that is always hiding in plain sight

 poem of the day June 18 

After a cool night

full of wind

Morning dawn

opens with

a big chill

I am glad for

warm clothes

warm coffee

warm mind 

but mostly

for the warm sun

 poem of the day June 17 

Watching history

The American coup

slowly being revealed

each well planned

crime at a time

like a very bad dream

with very bad actors 

At what time does

does the nation

wake up and 

unanimously condemn

all those involved 

 poem of the day June 16 

Finding blooms

has been easy

this spring

with the world

full of flowers

Finding blooms

in a winter world

without flowers 

is almost impossible 

without faith, love

perseverance

and the imagination

of  reality

 poem of the day 

The idea

of a handle

Something to 

hold on to

To turn 

To open 

To close

Made of many materials

Shaped into many forms

But I have to ask 

Would a handle be

a handle

if there was 

not a handler? 

 poem of the day June 14 

Another clockwork day

Another good late spring stunner

The air was very breathable

fresh and full of life

The birds sang, ate

and sang again

The trees of course

were very circumspect

stoic in a upright way

And like usual

listening to everything

 poem of the day June 12 

I still think

there is time

before the machines

take over  poetry

but if we continue

to be sucked dry

by the meta screen

Our human poems

will be nothing more

than motor oil dreams

 poem of the day June 13 

So many walks

taken around 

the mountain

provide an endless path

of endless circles

forever worn into eternity

but these walks

have very little

in common with 

the many steps

needed to reach enlightenment 

 poem of the day June 11 

The pace f things

enter the pace of life

Where the twirl 

of circumstance

mixes with dusty coins 

forming the preordained

Such is the nature

of divine coincidence  

 poem of the day June 10 

A blue bird

said to me

as I was outside

taking a pee

"A worthwhile

endeavor 

to have

forever 

is the study

of energy 

but to study

this energy

inside a body

known as chi

you will have to spend 

many a happy eternity"

 poem of the day June 9 

The surge

the after wave

the rush up sand

because you can

No water is necessary

when you dream

within the dream

 poem of the day June 8 

In the small pond

near the big boat

lived a very loud frog

who loved to float

He took his voice

super seriously

and could only put

his babble aside

when the big boat

in the small pond

went out for a ride

 poem of the day June 7 

Another day

enlarged by light

rises forward

moving everything

a few inches

into the future 

Toward realms both

known and unknown 

 poem of the day June 6

Condensed

into a short

June night

dreams 

sometimes

are hard 

to contain

and often

spill over

into the lucid dawn

Blink your eyes

enjoy the rides

 poem of the day June 5 Voice mountains

Voice mountains

shout from the top

of very high peaks

Voice valleys

echo from

very far below 

The grunts of Earth

play their own music

seemingly unconcerned 

with the sounds of life

Yet every once in a while

the Earth pauses

to hear the perfection

of a good soulful choir 

 poem of the day June 4  

They say

fire and water 

are opposites 

that don't mix 

Yet a hot bath

a good soak

a melting into

the warmth of

simple wet pleasure

allows a soul

to drop the matter

to drop the energy

and be as one in 

the rare harmony

of fire water

 poem of the day June 3  

Watching

a great number

of early birds

in the soft drizzle

huddle together

as they hop around

searching for

big worms 

Makes me wonder if

nightcrawlers 

taste better

wet with rain?

poem of the day June 2 

A flight full of words

very eager to 

express themselves

jump on a jet page

and head for the

land of paragraphs 

bound for pages unknown

 poem of the day June 1

Moments passing

Passing moments

come and go 

On a rounding carousel 

time sits on

a well run horse

changing saddles

but never stopping