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?